She had been teasing when she alluded to his tight schedule, not truly desiring to toe him into a box or place herself opposite others on some silly balance. She didn't mind others. She could pretend they didn't exist. Take him for her own only when he was and set him free when he wasn't. What he did when he wasn't with her was hardly any of her business. There would be times, it was inevitable, when she'd catch a glimpse of his memory — a flash of someone else in his arms, held there in a way that might inspire a brief moment of envy. But she'd stifle that and skip away, contentedly deciding it didn't concern her. It was simpler that way. If she laid a claim on him, made him hers and only hers, she'd have to take care of that. Nurture it. Tend to it in more attentive ways than she liked and that wasn't necessarily required when two people were only having fun. If her past relationships were anything to go off of, she lacked the energy for such responsibility. Ultimately, she'd be unable to. And he'd grow — slowly, always very slowly — to resent her for it.

If he truly wanted them to be... exclusive... did that mean they were something? Would she have to name them in some way when explaining to those who reached for her that she couldn't anymore? Doing so would be dooming. Like starting a clock to countdown; herself feeling weirder and colder as she watched the numbers tick to zero. The whole idea was a mountain of stone hurtled in her path that she could only stare at with trepidation; too hesitant and afraid to start that upward hike to a summit where she knew she'd find a much steeper, treacherous decline on the other side. It was daunting. She'd fucked it up too many times before. Thrown herself and anyone else from that pivotal precipice (incidentally sometimes, but other times purposely) just to escape.

In the greater picture of things, everything Val Garnier talks about is... miniscule, in truth. A first relationship is never easy, and people are hardly ever well-adjusted enough for their baggage not to surface. High school sweethearts tend to break up by college, marriages formed in less than a year or two end in divorce, the world always changes. So does people.

But Damien has always believed in the impossible: that to try means something in itself. The mere efforts one gives doesn't have to be perfect, or even everything. It's all in the motion—the attempt, the very act to jump knowing you're more likely to fall. ( He's certain he'd told Magdalena about his philosophy at least five times, in every date she worried, and in every date he didn't. )

Loving another person isn't so different from believing in a cause, really.

kasumi's eyes flicker to charizard. she doesn't often take flights on top battler's pokemon by their invitation. if she could count the number of pokedollars she'd get for it, there'd be two. which isn't much, but it sure is strange that it's happened twice.

was it safe for foxes to eat fried tofu? Probably not, but from a quick glance, the animal looked in pretty bad shape. Would be it able to even chase down a rabbit (lmao) to eat? Hmmmmm. Surely once was fine, right? This wasn’t going to be a recurring thing. How absurd (lmaooooo)

And so when it comes down to entrusting Valiant the garchomp that he has a way out of this or to starve for the next few nights in some rundown, cheap, roadside motel in Lilycove, he knows better there is an option that could potentially save him in his first days in the region.

Her eyes glanced over at the basketball that he brought, and she put on a determined expression. "Ready for me to kick your butt, Joe?" She proclaimed, proudly putting her hands on her hips. Truthfully, she hadn't really played basketball before, but it was kind of like kendo, wasn't it? Except not at all... Hmm. She might be in danger here, like how she had been with that traffic cone...

he perks himself up, hand leaving the warmth of his cheeks as his body extends forward to close the distance between the both of them. saerus’ hands moved to rest a finger underneath his chin, tilting his head up. the snake forced their eyes to meet— ❛ do you think i’m stupid, ‘zama? ❜ really ! he’s insulted, his own tone reflecting that in exaggerated hurt ( a show to equally match the others level of dramatization ).

“It was a war love, and you weren’t in control of your actions.</b>” Was there like a shimmer in her eyes? Pained features hidden behind the smile as she spoke and giggled lightly. “Oh… Right. They never gave us names back then. It’s me, Zero-Twelve.” God that hurt so badly saying that designation again, but really it was the only type of name that night be recognized. “Vic was, Zero-Ten.” She swallowed a minute and recollected herself. “But… That was decades ago, I go by Lily now. And Vic, he goes by Victor.” She seemed happy, a very sad kind of happy to see her doing so well.

She always told in the report, and during questioning that she couldn’t kill the Vanir that escaped that night. Always phrased it like she was incapable or was out-skilled with regards to a pursuit. The truth was, she had a connection there, from the facility, and also just having her own Alpha she couldn’t begin to understand how lost she might have been if Victor had been killed. So she let the woman go. “How’ve you been? You teach at the school right?”

Watched Victor pull Cass closely and watched them put their foreheads together and close their eyes. It was so much more… Sensual than when Alpha’s and Beta’s were paired for the first time. Usually they were sat down, forced to place palms against one another with eyes closed, move their hands in timing with one another as they were given. But this, as Victor pulled her closer looked so much more intimate. A hand on her hips and their foreheads touching, the palms of their other hand pressed firmly together, maintaining a perfect balance.
They began to sway and Lily could feel her heart flutter because this, she remembered this. Their first time doing it this way after Alice found the file on synchronization on a raid. Set them up to do it like a dance. She was blushing so hard right now as she watched. “Follow my voice.” The bass in his low voice rolled in a way that was relaxing, trance like. He spoke instructions like a lover spoke sweet nothings to their dance partner. His hand moved with hers, the fingers spreading and closing back together again. Their sways becoming more and more in step with one another as time went. Felt like the world was at a stand still watching these two. Their hands moved to the left, to the right, to the left again and their swaying became that much more cleaner as if they were two people so in tune with one another. Their hands raised per his instruction crossing wordlessly to touch the other on the side of the neck, to feel each other’s pulse.

Okay yeah, Lily was watching, so intently, her eyes were locked with a sense of longing. A sense of relief from pain and happiness because she was still linked to Victor so she could feel Cass beginning to become connected and just how good that felt to Cass. “Whenever you’re ready.” He spoke so softly and compassionately. It was a completely different experience from non-liberated Vanir in a facility. Where they were forced to open their eyes after synchronizing physically. Victor felt the nod in her and it was a marvel really. Just how perfectly they were timed, as their eyes both fluttered open and locked.

There was a moment, as they swayed, as they held closely to one another. One of absolute stillness as they both seemed to enter some sort of trance upon making total and complete eye contact, they didn’t blink, just stared. It was like one person in two bodies as everyone of their movements and actions were so perfectly in tune with the other. Their swaying, their breathing, everything. It was a moment of intimacy that no human could possibly ever replicate. Or ever hope to. Like a perfect mirror