#ofdreamswoody

[anabelle-reid]

Belle had heard word about a bad argument between Meg and Woody, apparently a neighbour had heard and spread word around. She’d given it a cooloff period, but when she still didn’t see Woody around the circus she decided to take matters into her own hands. She made her way into the back of the barn, where she’d found him before, figuring if he was anywhere he’d be here. “Woody? Are you here? I thought you might want to...y’know, talk.”

[wandering-far-disappearing]

"..."

“I’m not funny, not smart, not pretty/handsome, not cool, not really good at things, and I’m not good at being nice, so why are you still here?”

Yuna, from a distance, saw Woody alone, looking particularly sad. He sat on a bench, looking around from face to typical face. She raised a brow and then smiled, skipping over to him, deciding to try to make him at least happy for the moment. 

Through a few moments of small talk and conversations and small little tricks here and there, which included a smaller than normal horse and a tiny cowboy, he just wasn’t feeling it. He mumbled something, and Yuna didn’t fully register. 

“Say that again?” Yuna looked up, not really catching what he’d said to her. She was so caught up in the moment of trying to cheer up this person that she didn’t really know what he’d said. 

“I’m not funny, not smart, not handsome, not cool, not really good at things, and I’m not good at being nice, so why are you still here?” he said louder, this time looking her in the eyes, kind of looking pretty much blank and dead inside. She smiled. 

“Silly boy. I don’t think of people that way… I don’t judge on that kind of stuff. I just want to make you happy, is all,” she beamed, “I judge from the inside. You’re a kind soul.” 

Woody smiled. She got down on her knees in front of him and made a silly face. “You good now?” 

[the-wildspirited-natalie]

"..."

“Before I die, I need to tell you, I love yo-….”

Woody and Natalie had been outside for the majority of the day. She was growing weary and her back was aching, hoping that the horse which she was sitting on was aching way less. She frowned and raised a hand to shield her eyes from the sun as she stared at the man. “I’m a little too tired to continue,” she said, tone rather irritated, which was always the first sign to not make her feel even worse. She swallowed hard as the man instructed her to keep going for just another while, so she nodded like an obediant student and continued to ride around in the little circle, which she had been doing for the past hour. Suddenly, something went wrong, and that horse neighed very loudly and got on its hind legs. Natalie yelped and clung onto the animal for dear life, but fell onto her back with a thud.

She let out a long groan and the frown grew ever deeper. Her spine ached from the clumsy landing, which wouldn’t have been as clumsy if she wasn’t so goddamned physically tired. Woody had jumped off of his horse right now and came running over to Natalie to see if she was okay.

A grim look on her face spread and she stared directly up into Woody’s eyes, clasping his hands rather hard before he would be able to try to help her.

“Before I die……”

[climbingchaton-blog]

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13.“I wish…I wasn’t… dying… There’s still so much that I wanted…to do with you….”

It had happened during a fire. One of the circus tents had been set ablaze by someone who was unknown at that point. But inside there had been performers and a few ring leaders. Brendan was included. He had tried to pull himself up high above the blaze after noticing someone was trapped by the fire. Brendan had reached over and yanked the person up into the air, only for him to slip and tumble to the fire covered ground.

The next time he opened his eyes, there was a horrible screaming in his ear. Brendan coughed, but his throat closed up and burnt. The tears in his eyes were from the sudden pain that dragged his body into the cool dirt. It was blurry in front of him, but he could feel two hands under his body. He was bobbing, as though he was floating in the air. He could hear the crackling of the fire behind him, the slamming of a boot on the ground. Brendan tilted his head and looked to the man who was carrying him. Sean Pride. What had happened?

Brendan opened his mouth to speak, but instead an aching wince escaped his lips as a pain ran through his body. Everything was getting bright around him, and he could feel the drowsiness push through him. Brendan covered his face with his hand, but there was an instant pain. He looked to his hand, it had dust and blood mixed together on his palm. It dripped down onto his face, Brendan coughed again.

Woody placed him on the ground and lay over him, Brendan could hardly contain his thoughts and he began to babble from whatever they had given him. “I wish… I wasn’t…” He coughed again. “Dying…  There’s still so much that I wanted…to do with you….” Brendan continued to cough, he looked to Woody.

“You aren’t dying! What do you mean?” Woody spoke with an authoritative voice, but Brendan was too lost in his own mind to pay attention.

“I just… I’ve always respected you really.” Brendan tried to laugh, but he felt a pain run up his body. “I wanted to spend time with you. You know?” Brendan winced as he lay back on the ground.

“Well when you get out the hospital we’ll go do something, yeah?” Brendan nodded at Woody, before he fell back onto the ground and passed out.