he wanders; directionless, fingers itching, head on a swivel. time off-duty is what he’d consider to be hell, had he not experienced the inferno before. he observes, and he feels guilt for the part of his mind that hopes something might go wrong, so that he might find a reason to put himself to work. a switchblade burns a hole in his pocket, and a barrel presses insistently at the base of his spine.
somehow, he doesn’t notice her.
it surprises him in a way that he hardly ever allows. the weight of a body distracts from that of his gun as she fails to steady herself and he becomes her involuntary brace. one of his hands grasps at hers before it can meet his chest, and he’s surprised for a second time to find that her fingers are calloused, not the smooth skin that he expects from a soft thing like her.
“watch where you’re going!” she shrieks, indignant, and he can’t seem to match her vexation despite the run-in very clearly being her fault.
johnny has told him he has a staring problem, and he’s beginning to think that his sergeant is correct. his eyes trace her mussed hair and her narrowed eyes and her pouted lips. they linger at her round cheeks, and then on the ill-fitting hoodie she wears. the thought crosses his mind that it’s july, and she must be warm, but then he feels the sweat between his shoulder blades and reminds himself that he’s hiding out in a hoodie as well.
he’s been staring too long, and he misses his chance to give his entirely unwarranted apology as she scoffs and rights herself, ripping her hand from his and stalking off, muttering something that he can’t entirely make out, but he swears she calls him a “fucking weirdo.”
simon still can’t find it in him to be mad.
they meet again a week later, in early august.
he’s taking the same route that he did the day she stumbled into him, mostly because he’ll get to pass the lovely-smelling tea shop that he hasn’t worked up the nerve to enter yet, but also because he hopes to see her again.
he feels eyes on him, and for once he doesn’t feel the dread he normally would at being watched. instead, he feels like the luckiest man alive, because when he turns to chase the near tangible gaze, his eyes meet hers, and almost immediately he sees the recognition in them. his steps slow, but he doesn’t stop. she seems okay, and that’s good enough for him. who is he to bother a pretty woman who is clearly minding her business, despite the fact that she still has her eyes locked on him, and— oh, is she walking towards him? surely she’s just going to pass him. maybe she’ll even tell him off again, he probably deserves it.
simon tenses at the feeling of a delicate tap to his shoulder, and now he does stop, pivoting to take in the lovely sight before him. she looks a bit less frazzled this time, and noticeably less peeved. he thinks her eyes looked pretty enough glaring up at him, but he’s sure they’re even more beautiful like this, wide and sparkling, if a bit nervous.
“i’m sorry,” she says, and when all he does is cock a brow, she continues, “i ran into you last week, and i’m really sorry for how i acted. it’s no excuse, but i was having a rough day. you didn’t deserve that.”
she’s american, he realizes. he focuses on that fact then realizes that he’s staring again when her face quirks into something confused and anxious. sweet thing probably thinks she’s got something on her face, if her hand rising to not-so-subtly swipe at a full, dewy cheek is any indication. he clears his throat.
“‘s not a problem, jus’ glad you’re not hurt.”
silence looms for a moment, and then she smiles a bit.
“could i maybe treat you to a drink sometime? coffee, tea, somethin’ a little stronger, if you’d like. i just think i oughta make it up to you.”
her cheeks heat, and his gaze settles heavy over her while she awaits his reply. a bead of sweat makes its way down her back, and she shifts a little, attempting to free herself of the sensation of fabric sticking to damp skin.
“got nothin’ to make up,” he tells her, “but who am i to turn down an offer sweet as that?”
the feeling in his chest is a foreign one, but his inability to keep his smile at bay while she writes her number on his hand in sparkly gel pen tells him that it must be something good.
i have to admit that i really don’t get some of the responses to price’s look in the mw4 trailer. he just looks more like barry sloane than he did before. it’s fine to be upset about that but i don’t think he’s unrecognizable or that they butchered him or something.
valeria on the other hand. she looks a little too different from before. also simon “war crimes for a cause” riley saying price broke too many rules? don’t make me laugh.
against all odds dad is still holding out at a solid 20% and that’s honestly good enough for me. am taking a break from writing this though because this jack is so mean and condescending (in a dom way) that it makes me dizzy thinking about it too hard.
I actually think all fairies are fat, in their natural habitat. The Irish used iron horseshoes to protect their milk and butter stashes from fairies bc they love cream so much. Cream and berries and honey and ale, all day every day. If you see a skinny fairy she is underfed, give her some sugar water like you would a tired bumblebee 🍰
my issue with quinn’s celebrity audios is that they’re largely quite vanilla. i understand keeping it accessible for general audiences, and it’s probably not super easy to pitch something a little more wild to a person and their team, but like. please be more interesting than occasional light bondage and a touch of vouyerism.
my issue with quinn’s celebrity audios is that they’re largely quite vanilla. i understand keeping it accessible for general audiences, and it’s probably not super easy to pitch something a little more wild to a person and their team, but like. please be more interesting than occasional light bondage and a touch of vouyerism.
my issue with quinn’s celebrity audios is that they’re largely quite vanilla. i understand keeping it accessible for general audiences, and it’s probably not super easy to pitch something a little more wild to a person and their team, but like. please be more interesting than occasional light bondage and a touch of vouyerism.
