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♕ MORE M&M

Holding hands

His favorite season is winter. Cold, dark, crisp; there wasn’t a season that suited him more than this. Frosty air bit his slender fingers that remained unshielded from the elements as the two sat on a bench on Central Park’s main path. Bare branches sported bright leaves, like orange freckles against the darkening sky. Beside him Maya fidgeted. Her fingers tried to pull down her sleeves to cover her hands in a fruitless attempt at keeping warm. Mathias’s hand— trembling with cold and nerves— slid from his knee to take hers.

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"You don't need to act so tough and then not say something when you get hurt like this." @ mercutio

His eyes narrow with the wince and he sneers at the open wound that grins back at him in the palm of his hand. He tells himself he should have looked instead of reached into the dishwasher so quickly. The cutlery and porcelain had been jostled around from the cycle and a plate had not made it through the debacle. Mathias continued to say nothing as Maya ran the tap over his cut.

He’s always been used to staying quiet in the presence of others when he was hurt. It was just the way he had always been, complaining about pain wasn’t something that he could bring himself to do. No. Especially not when he was usually inflicting it onto others on the nights when the sinner in him begged to be set loose.

Finally: “Don’t worry about it. It’s not very deep.”

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✪ merc get ur lips on maya's lips PRONTO

It’s not a question of whether or not he wanted to as much as the question of whether she would allow him. Obviously with attractions to individuals like the famed Captain America, he was not her type by any means. Today she sat at his side, poised elbows at her sides and a book in from of her face; she would never see it coming. And so it went like this: a hand pushed the book down and he swooped in quickly, tilting his face to avoid mushing her nose against his.

It was quick. Feather light. He wasn’t so sure it could even count for anything. Mathias hovered over her mouth before pulling away.

"Sorry."

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But aren't you and Julie dating? // fOR THE TEEN EV

Mmmmmmm.

[ Have they crossed that bridge yet? Was that ever a discussion they had, a question one of them asked? Frankly, he can't remember. ]

Mmmaybe? I don't know?

[ Wow, this is weird. Sweats nervously. ]

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"Long time no see. I was starting to believe you forgot about me..."

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lookacellist replied to your post: gad yuki do you have a story to share about a pet destroying something

have they shredded your clothes while you were still in them before

Mmh, Gwendolyn does a good job of destroying fabric like clothes and drapery and the like. The kittens used to get stuck on the carpet so I had to tear it all up and put in hardwood floors instead.

Which in itself was a bit of a disaster.

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lookacellist replied to your post: The problem, I have discovered, is that sometimes the city decides to have construction where construction doesn’t belong and /that/ is where most of my directional problems come from.

… No. /I/ think it is the transit and its inability to drive through construction sites. The lady is always right and therefore your argument is invalid.

Whatever you say, dove.

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The problem, I have discovered, is that sometimes the city decides to have construction where construction doesn't belong and /that/ is where most of my directional problems come from.

You sure of that?

I think you’ve just got a wonky compass up there.