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ind. Mrs Wood of American Gods. penned by xR.

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@spookwed​ || cont. from here

he doesn’t know how it starts, his hands cupping her neck, his name whispered like a prayer when he seals the gap between them. all he knows is that they kiss, and it makes stars explode behind his eyes.

she tastes like heaven, like wildflowers and the first rain after a drought, everything soft and gentle in the world, unmarred by corruption. she tastes like everything he’s dreamed. 

it’s physically hurts when aspen pushes him away, a motion that leads to the inevitable shove- not enough to send him stumbling, but enough to clear a space between them. there’s a pang of loss at body heat, and when town touches his lips, he can feel the sticky texture of lipstick clinging to them.

“i-i-i-” he starts, a faulty engine. his bravado begins to fail him, but town grabs it, tries to force it into staying just a while longer. “i-”

(he cringes when he says it, but it can’t be held any back any longer.)

“i love you.”

[spookwed-a-blog]

               . : It isn’t that she hates the idea of kissing him, he’s been nothing but sweet and understanding; Mack is a Good Guy. But she’s married, she’s married and they’re FRIENDS. her reaction is a paradox, a mix of emotions that make her shoulders slump and tense at the same time. She wishes that the world would just stop spinning, because at that moment she feels like she’s a hundred miles away, but she’s not. She’s standing just a few feet away from a man she thought was her friend, a man who just... he just kissed her.                  . :  i love you. and time stops, and if she were a thousand miles away before, now she’s lost at sea. Surprise taints her features, and maybe she should have known. Maybe all the run ins while Wood was out, or the little smile he’d throw her way, should have spelt it out for for her, like a big fucking neon sign. Maybe she did know. Maybe somewhere deep down she knew, and she liked the idea... Aspen shakes the thought away, and her anger ( at least most ) seems to go along with it, she can’t be mad at him for how he feels. It’s not his fault, he can’t control it, and she understands that.                  . :  She adjusts her jaw, moving her gaze away from him, forcing herself to look anywhere else. Lips press in a thin line and she can still taste nicotine on her lips. “Mack...” That tone again, that whisper that you can only hear when you’re close, when you know to listen for it. Like a breeze in the forest, the rustle of the leaves as they dance through the air. Some people wonder if it’s really there at all. “— Don’t do that to yourself.” And that is exactly what she means, because maybe if she had never met Woody, he’d have a chance. Because maybe he does have a chance, but being with Gods is a dangerous game, and those tales become tragedy faster than you’d think. “You’re better than that.” you deserve better.

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[spookwed-a-blog]

Aspen Wood About Her Relationship w/ Town : I would kiss him, but I also would not kiss him.

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[spookwed-a-blog]

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                Ma’am! That takes her back, paints a smile along the fetid curve of her mouth. Here she had gone on believing this country had no place for manners, much like her. “You’ve not learned to keep a man on a LEASH yet?”

                . :  She chuckles ever so slightly, a small smile tilts her lips for a moment. Woody’s a good guy, all he does is work, really... But that does cause an itch at the insecurity in the back of her mind. “In all honesty, I didn’t think I needed to.”

[spookwed-a-blog]

spookedshow:

there are some things you never get used to. their eyes meet as she takes out a cigarette, a look passing between them. i won’t tell him if you don’t, his own gaze seems to suggest, a smirk momentarily gracing his face.

catches her look, nods in acknowledgement. leaves the cigarette clamped between his teeth as he leans in to light aspen’s own stick, careful not to let his hands tremble. when he’s done, he tucks the lighter back into his pocket, takes several puffs.

“would you like it better?” he asks, after a moment. “to be out there on the field, instead of in here? or do you prefer the quiet?”

                  . :  She takes the stick between her index and middle finger, inhaling, allowing the cherry to light up in the dim lights of the house before she lets out sigh and a trail of smoke, watches it dance in the air between them. It’s not the first time someone has brought it up, and it certainly isn’t the first time she’s thought about it. Aspen’s attention moves away from him then, to the thing between her fingers as she muses over how to answer.  “I dunno.” A beat passes before she shrugs, a smile playing on her lips.                    . :  She leans against the table. “I haven’t done much field work...” A pause as she takes another puff. “Though I suppose I wouldn’t mind it though.” The idea of them partnering her up with Wood wasn’t one she disliked, but she hated the idea of people thinking they couldn’t work without each other, or that they have to work together. “ I can’t imagine who they’d pair m up with.”                   . :  “That doesn’t mean I dislike the desk work...” She looks down at the cigarette between her fingers. “The isolation is strange,” Honesty now as her free hand moves to scratch at the back of her neck. “But it doesn’t mean I dislike it, it can be peaceful at times, though I get lonely.”

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[spookwed-a-blog]

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Look!!! at my daughter!!! in glasses!!! 

[spookwed-a-blog]

               . : She finds herself hesitant to approach the man, eyes dance curiously across bold features. She knows that face, but she does not know the man behind it. ( FACT : there are SEVEN people in the world who look exactly like you ! ) The man looks up, he catches her watching him, STARING at him, and Aspen’s face gets hot, cheeks and nose dusted red with embarrassment and she glances away before she works up the nerve to look at him again. “sorry... You just -- you remind me of someone.”

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[spookwed-a-blog]

Look!!! at my daughter!!! in glasses!!!