#homobed

[scriptlotus]

I suck so much at The Last of Us I'm making Taylor play parts.

[nevifail]

For Taylor

It won't let me hide any of it, no read more or anything. So BAM! No, it isn't edited.  No. It had been so long. Years ago nothing had prepared them for this incredible journey they'd soon embark on. Love tends to blindside us all. Some, in situations like this, tend to shrug it aside. But not these two. Friendship bloomed into something so precious, so palpable, and unforgettable. A love that was born miles apart. It never mattered to them though, not one bit. Nothing could come between them. No doubt or criticism uttered by a soul could make them doubt what they had. The miles apart could hurt them, but never separate them. Nothing could stop it. They talked to each other more than they've ever talked to anyone in their lives. They learned more and more as the days went by, soaking up the details. They'd share pictures and smile over webcams. They'd swap texts through class. They'd call when the minutes seemed too empty without the other. To each of them, the other was something special to behold. So beautiful, so wonderful. That punch drunk love that other often take for granted. But these two, Amy and Taylor, they cherished it all. The smiles, the laughs, the jokes, the promises, the one end goal they would never ever let go of. It was hard to not hold your loved one every night, or kiss her every morning. But these two, they fought through it. Every bit of tooth and nail for the other. Because that was what love was. You didn't give up on something that was a little broken, you put it together and held it there. But today was the day. It was finally the day. The morning minutes seemed to tick by for Taylor. She had been on edge all weekend. The clock was against her every second. She couldn't tell you what she had for breakfast an hour ago, what she read online a few seconds prior. She wasn't sure if it was sunny or a storm was beating down. She was too focused on the clock. The infernal beast finally struck the hour. She nearly beat her bedroom door down to get outside to the car. She felt every little bump in the car to the airport. She glared at every stop light that showed her red. But, she couldn't form the words to express her feelings. Excitement and anxiety. She was giddy. She didn't wait for a soul when the car pulled into the spot. She ran past curious tourists and angry business men, and nearly tipped over a kid who was wondering too far from his parents. But Taylor just didn't care about all that. She had to get to the gate. She tried to focus on the flight boards, giving her arrival times. But the second her eyes found Amy's flight next to the bold letters LANDED she was done. Luckily no one told her to slow down because she doubted she could. Part of her wanted to scream when she rounded the corner to the gate. She was so overwhelmed. The first few people began to trickle out. A small flow of people looking around or texting on their phones. It soon turned into a large crowd pouring out at once. Taylor was dnacing on the tips of her toes, looking around people trying to catch sight of the only thing that mattered. She caught a glimpse of long familiar hair, curious eyes peering around in desperation. Taylor lost it. “AMY!” There wasn't any searching needed. Amy heard the voice and cut right through to it. Taylor pushed past people, tired of every little thing that had ever been in their way. Their arms wrapped around each other like locks, refusing to break. Their grips were near painful, but it just didn't matter. They pulled back, in between tears and laughter. It was hard to choke back the words, so they opted to leave them in the wind for a moment. When their lips locked, the world dissolved. Their holds got tighter. They started talking against each others lips, refusing to stop kissing. “I love you.” Taylor said, smiling in the kiss. Amy pressed her lips against her hard, pulling back so their lips just brushed. “I love you, too.” They weren't sure how long they stood there. No one bothered them. The rest of the passengers had already left with their baggage. No doubt Amy's was sitting pretty as unclaimed. They didn't care. When they finally pulled apart, the shaking was gone. The tears were dry. There were only smiles and chaste kisses. Their fingers instantly intertwined when they broke apart fully. They would be damned if they spent their first few hours together without any contact. It had been so long. And as they locked eyes as they walked towards the lost and found to find Amy's bag, they new it was well worth every second of the wait. I'm sorry I'm such a cheeseball, but you two are so adorable I've always pictured such a sappy thing...

[wananine-blog]

homobed I'm sorry you have to explain like everything to me ;-;

[hirahime-blog]

Bruises for homobed <3 She was so fun to draw!!! :3 I'm sorry I'll have to draw the makeout session another time though ; w ; Like later today or tomorrow!