#draggyj

[terraefil]

nxmirandy

dippxr

bespectacledmargo

draggy-j

          "I know what you're thinking, but my head isn't actually that big, okay?  Compared to everyone else, maybe, but...ah, whatever.  Just  stop looking at me like that."

[seismickickearth]

draggy-j

地 —               "A -- and that... was a demonstration of what                         happens when a totally scheduled test 3.0 earthquake                        hits New York! Heheh..." Crap. He wasn't supposed                        to see Clay use his powers, crap crap crap.

[fentonmart]

draggy-j almost caught you with the thermos

              Don't you dare ask why he has green hair. Don't you dare ask why he has green hair.

[nomiconn]

❝ Is that common----? ❞ 

[unreapable-blog]

❝  Did you need something? Or are you just here to stare."

[unreapable-blog]

00:00:00 ((OOC; I don't think they've actually interacted yet but ye here u go frien owo))

they don’t talk about it, after it happens. they just. don’t.

it’s cold up here, on the roof. brisk evening wind wafts over exposed skin, legs tucked against one another. the birds hop along the raised tile, watching the girl with a speculative eye; little heads cocking to and fro as they danced, backwards and forwards, left and right, repeat. they’re going nowhere, the stupid little animals. but then again, neither is she. vacillating between thoughts, fluid and muddled and too damn confusing.

this soul mate fiasco is just that: a fiasco. one that is frequently debated, that has sent the fringe liberals to the streets with their signs and their slogans, shouting “Choice is not a crime.”

she’s watched their parades from up here before, curled in a similar position, gaze gleaming silver with apathy from behind stylized shades. apathy because she’d never put two and two together, had never thought of herself in connection to love.

mandy was not born for love. she was made to rip the planets from the cradle of space and crush them beneath the heel of her palms. she was made to divide and conquer, to become the heir alexander was never gifted with, to carry the tides of war in the frozen ocean of her eyes. she was not born for love. she was not born for safety.

and he knew that, had always known that – two years they’ve been working together now through the CK, rounding up creeps and crooks and the odd disjointed bit of paranormal phenomena that seemed to go hand in hand with crime these days, and he knew her. he knew that she was a bitch, a tight ass, an ice queen, and she knew that he was a hero, hot headed and tinged with that ugly color of bravery too many boys coated themselves with. he knew her and she knew him, and they were both okay with it so long their toes weren’t stepped on, and perhaps that’s why it happens to them.

( the universe so loves its twist and turns. )

she doesn’t remember exactly how it went down. one minute they’re coughing after plunging through pine smoke and ash ( rogue dragon being manipulated by malicious leprechauns. long story. don’t ask. ) – or, rather, she’s coughing, because despite immortality she still has a mortal’s lungs, and he has her wrapped up in a single talon as he flies them out of the smoldering flames with a skin-tearing roar. their job was simply to distract, leaving dipper and the others to handle the dirty business – and so they have time at the edge of the woods, him morphing quietly back into human form to check for service while she washes the ash out of her mouth. he’s saying something about checking in on the gang and she’s saying something along the lines of they can handle themselves, jake as he crouches beside her, brushing the remainders of combusted pine-cones from her singed hair.

“Help me up, would you?” she coughs again, a harsh noise on the verge of hacking, whipping off her burnt left glove, freeing the itchy tattooed flesh, and tossing it into the river with a scowl before raising her hand for him to pull her up. “Anyways. Dipper may be an idiot, but he knows how to handle the little folk.”

“Mandy.”

“ – And Kim’s there.Lord knows she’ll stop him from doing anything stupid like last time.”

“Mandy.”

“Plus, he has Mabel with him this time – she keeps an eye on him, keeps him out of trouble.”

“Mandy.” he says again, and this time the tinge of worry and mounting exasperation keep her from ignoring him. the last time a member of the CK had talked to her like that Norman had been possessed by a demon and she’d been tossed through a wall; she’s already whipping out the small silver blade she keeps tucked in her boot, ready to cut down a threat when jake grabs her by the wrist, tugging her fist down, forcing for her to keep it at eye-level. irritated, she attempts to tug away – but jake is strong, cut with lean muscle, and will not let her budge an inch. she’s about to hit him with the other hand, to snap at him with a Personal space, lizard boy when he makes a tiny little noise on the edge of a plea and she pauses, looks at the hand he’s know lifting and placing beside hers, the blaring line of red red red arcing from his flesh to hers.

                                              00:00:00

to their credit, the words don’t get stuck in their throats. he watches her, and she watches him, both of their gazes turning shrewd and searching, and just a touch incredulous.

this is their soulmate?this is their forever love?

the disappointment is visible – she knows about the angel haired girl he’s been chasing back home, and he knows about the plethora of individuals she’s used and tossed to the curb, and they both know that whatever they were expecting, it wasn’t this, and despite the fact that this revelation is a knife, they are both satisfied to see that it cuts both ways.

jake’s face is a myriad of emotions clamoring for her attentions, all ranging from who to why to where to what to how, and hers is an icy slate devoid of all things.

“ I – I mean – we should probably– uhm?”he fumbles, a little hopelessly.a sprinkling of red colors those sharp cheekbones, more out of embarrassment than some new found attraction. she’s embarrassed for him. lord knows jake’s the kind of man who always wanted a big family, four or five kids and a loving, spitfire wife to greet him warmly at the door. he’s only getting one of those things, and you should know by now which one it is.

“We should – what.” she says. “Hold hands? Run off into the bushes? Do what bunnies do?”

“Well. No. I mean. If you want? Wait, no,”he backs up at the sudden way her teeth grit, “Not that last part. Uh. Help me?”

oh, she’s going to help him alright – help put him in the grave he’s already begun digging for himself with that statement – but then there is a crash, and a boom, and mabel’s voice calling from the treeline,“Run! For the love of God, people, run like you’ve never run before!”they go straight into work mode; jake sheds his human skin, mandy hops onto his back and fists her hands into his emerald mane, and off they go, following the pines twins to safety.

( she tries not to think about the warmth of his scales pressed against her ribs. )

after that, they don’t talk. he heads back to new York first thing in the morning and she stays in gravity falls a few more weeks, helping dipper wrap up lose ends. The busride to endsville is long and dreary, stuffed with too many fat tourists and crying children, but somehow she manages to sleep the entire way home. o’donnell picks her up from the busstop and knows the moment he sees her.

“Ah, you’ve got the stink of the mated on ya now, little one.”he sneers, resting one hand at small of her back as he walks her home. she elbows him in the ribs. it doesn’t stop the laughter.

they don’t talk, and that’s okay. she doesn’t think about the way his eyes light up when he talks about the newest skate board trick he’s learned, or the way he looks pleased and flushed seconds after he shifts from reptile to homosapien. she doesn’t think about his calm nature even in the face of her stormy mentality, the way he’s always been able to weather her, for better or for worse, without succumbing to her. she doesn’t think about him, she doesn’t, and she most certainly doesn’t think about whether or not he thinks about her.

it’s cold up here, on the roof.hr arms are cold and her legs are cold and her lips are cold and her chest is cold. only a smattering of birds remain, long since getting over their fears, pecking at her shadow with interest. her hands are cold, too, limply cradling her cellphone in the seat of her lap. she’s never had anyone to talk to. this is the first time she thinks that may be a bad thing.

( she was not made for sharing. she was not made to crack her own ribs open and bare the secret parts of her to another soul. she’s always been alone. )

so she sits, abandoned at the edge of the horizon, watching the sun begin its slow goodbye to the world. there’s something romantic in the gesture, but she can’t pinpoint where.

                                            ‘Vvvv-vvv.’

blue eyes widen imperceptibly as fingers stiffly flex, swipe a cracked screen with a lacquered nail. when that name flashes across the screen, her heart involuntarily leaps into her throat.

[ TEXT FROM: JAKE LONG ] hey.

[ TEXT FROM: JAKE LONG ] uh. can we talk? i know you're not big on it, but i'd like to.

[ TEXT FROM: JAKE LONG ] i've, uh. been thinking about you a lot recently, to be honest.

fingers hesitate, remain still in the chilled air. then:

[ TEXT TO: JAKE LONG ] ...Sure.

( maybe alone doesn’t always mean forever. )

[groovyascot]

+ theeldestwarner + idioticallyemerald + bumbling-gadgets + ultravioletparr + draggy-j 

Test driving the Mystery Racing Car (the gang really need to find a better name for that) in the back streets of Coolsville usually isn't a problem. Fred's pretty darn proud of the new upgrades he's added so of course he's been aching to try it out all day, but apparently the streets aren't as empty as usual.

"WATCH OUT--!"