#flynn-tow

[beck-tow]

flynn-tow replied to your video: “satan has a face and it is a mick jagger parody”...

lmao Shelly’s part I fuckiiiing quit all these parts I quit I QUIT I QUITTTTT

same tbh 

[“Morgan Meh. said: i made a terrible mistake choosing my editors they all edited better parts than me rats”]

[odette-tow]

"Do do do do do do do dodo dododo dodo," Flynn sang quickly, feeling more foolish by the minute. He strode through the frosty underbrush with steady footfalls, carefully picking his way around bushes and trees with ease. He guided Odette; careful to mind her, always double-checking to make sure she was still there. He hoped he wouldn't receive any Orphean punishment for that. "Woman, you want me, give me a sign," his cabin neared through the trees. "And catch my breathing even closer behind~."

She'd heard this voice sing so many times before. Dancing, twirling, laughing. There were others too, not just him. Odette remembered feeling safe with these people.

At last, her eyelids fluttered open. Blue hues drifted to look at his face.

"Your singing is just as nice as I remembered," she whispered. She could--recall a little. Pieces. Flynn truly did sing well. Odette always liked listening to him.

[odette-tow]

Flynn stared at the treeline that lay before them. He slowed his footsteps enough to consider Odette's request, carefully parting more branches for her. On the one hand, he could deny her the option, and simply settle for normal conversation. On the other, what if music could jar her memory? Closing his eyes, Flynn sucked in a breath and continued walking, his baritone voice flooding the once-quiet forest with melody. " Darken the city, night is a wire Steam in the subway, earth is a afire~."

She hadn't expected him to sing right this minute--or at all. There certainly would have been any blame if he had objected. It--was a pleasant surprise, both to her ears and in general. Her eyes slowly closed as she listened to his voice, relying on his hand to guide her through obstacles. Her grip on his tightened slightly, her expression at ease.

[odette-tow]

There was a silence as Flynn considered Odette's question. His shoulders hunched subtly, and the tall 'wolf paused, holding a snowy branch out of the way for the cat shifter accordingly. His jaw set and he finally shrugged, shaking his shaggy-haired head. "Uh--I didn't. Before I met you, n' others n'stuff. Just whistled a lot." He hadn't sang in a long time, save for when he worked. He began padding off down the beaten path, the snow packed hard enough to walk upon. "It's this way."

"So--you do sing, then." Odette bowed her head and avoided the branch, giving a thankful nod and appreciative smile. For a moment, something flickered across her memory, but then it was gone. "I would very much like to hear it."

She followed beside him, her footsteps light in the snow. At this point, the chill had started to reach down into her bones despite her protective clothes. Hopefully some day soon this winter would end, and she'd be able to enjoy walking around the forest when it is teeming with life.

[odette-tow]

"Yes, bloody well, too, if I recall correctly," Flynn snorted, shaking his head with the slow-to-leave disbelief of seeing her again. Knowing her again. And just--she didn't know him. She seemed to know very little. His stomach twisted itself into serpentine knots--another familiar and unfriendly reminder. "Oh." Little by little, Flynn slid his suddenly clumsy, scarred fingers around Odette's own. "I'd--prefer mine. If that's alright with you, Odette." Still so thoughtful; the kindest, she was.

"Did you sing?" The question was sudden, without much thought. It had slipped from her mouth before the thought had even occurred to her to ask it. Odette's smile was soft, much like her hands whose fingers wrapped around his. Her other patted the top of his gently.

"Very well," she said."Lead the way, Flynn."

[odette-tow]

It was so bizarre. Such a strange situation and even stranger request. Flynn puffed out his cheeks, shrugged, scratched his head, then motioned helplessly with a hand, accidentally extinguishing the magical sapphire fire ("saffire") in the process. "Aw--jeez. I don't know, you--you were smart. Funny. Unfathomably patient; kind. Encouraging. An -amazing- singer, one of the best I've ever known," he added earnestly--then hesitated at her offer. "Well, um." He had weapons. Ways out. "As you wish?"

The loss of light startled the shifter and she shrunk back. Just for a moment, before she realized what had happened.

Her stiff shoulders relaxed as she listened to him. All of it sounded much too nice. But then, she did say he was kind. Perhaps he was over-exaggerating for her benefit. Blue eyes widened at one point, her head tilting to one side in curiosity. "I sang?"

That might explain some things.

Sensing the hesitation, she took a step towards him and tried to give him warmest smile. "Or, we could go to your place, if that would make it more comfortable for you. If you live close by--I'd understand taking comfort in a more familiar setting." She offered her hand to him once again. "You just look cold, and I don't want you to get sick like this."

[odette-tow]

"So's Odette," Flynn replied quietly, suddenly acutely aware of the cold in the forest, of the darkness, and of the fact that he suddenly felt smaller than usual and slightly more afraid. Perhaps she was an apparition after all. Some fairy trick to test his wits. But she--seemed the same. He shook his head and ran a hand through his tousled tawny hair, fingers knitting nervously against the back of his scalp. "Bold statement for a man you maybe just met," he half-joked weakly. "Gods. It's--you."

The cold was biting at her unprotected hand fully now, so she slipped it back on. Her fingers flexed, waiting for warmth to return to it before hiding both hands within her cloak.

"Perhaps. But this obviously isn't the first time we've met." She again tried to smile. An attempt to comfort him, as well as herself.

Odette's breath came out in a puff. It was her. But what did that mean, really?

"Could you--could tell me a bit about myself? And you? I'd very much like to know you. Again. Maybe if you did... I could remember better."

Examining him, she realized that he looked much colder than she did. "In a place somewhere warmer, though. It's freezing out here. Our cabin isn't too far away and--I'm sure my mother is asleep. If not, I don't think she she'd mind a guest."

[odette-tow]

For a moment, Flynn thought all would be alright. Odette's hand was just as he remembered--strong, yet delicate. His heart did a somersault and sank to the bottom of his ribs, however, at her declaration. Hazel eyes flickered worriedly across Odette's face, and Flynn furrowed his brows, watching her. "Flynn," he replied at last, somewhat distant, very much hoarse. "Er--Rider. Flynn Rider." His lips curled wryly and he withdrew. "Appearances can be deceiving. I'm not that nice."

"Flynn," she repeated the name. It did hold some familiarity with it and it rolled off her tongue in a way that made it obvious to her that she had spoken it before. "That is a nice name."

Her timid smile twitched into a small frown, her expression turning fragile. He had distanced himself from her. Of course. She couldn't expect him to act like she was still the girl he knew, as much as she wished she could be. Her hands stayed in the air where his once had been.

"I'm sorry that I've d-disappointed you. I truly wish I remembered. And... I don't believe that. I don't think I'd have been friends with you if I didn't think so. You seem a bit--rough. But soft too. ...If you don't mind my saying so."