[ perhaps thereβs always been a need for him in seeking something to protect, an excuse to fight; he doesnβt know who the real enemy is in this town, but he knows if theyβre ever presented in front of him, he wonβt hesitate to take a shot, supernatural nonsense or not. and if he thinks too hard on it, he might think itβs all selfish of him, that heβll take anything as a reasonable cause for him to bloody his fists again, especially after all these months of keeping them clean.
you didnβt hesitate, amy had once told him. you know, itβs almost like you were happy for the excuse.
but heβd bargained for something worth wanting to protect to this degree, he hadnβt expected itβd be her, not when he recalls moments of frustration and impatience those first meetings, when her constant stream of talking equated more annoyance than mutual intrigue β mostly. but with time, heβs found more resonance between them than not, and though heβs already come to accept something a little more significant between them, itβs the knowledge of knowing more now, that she recognizes the grief that comes with parenting, that she knows loss and sacrifice in that light even if itβs not with a full loss of hope, which makes him all the more eager to get her home safe even now.
and when she kisses him, itβs honest, his fingers curling around her neck, gentleness of the skin. he leans in, only for the soft return, not pursuing anything more than the light warmth of those pressed lips, letting it replace the vague confession heβs offered, not wanting to say anything more for fear of what it could imply. ]
[ She still doesn't know the full extent of why they've been called here β like most everything else about this town, every answer they've been given has been couched in riddle and mystery, making the true reason for their being trapped something she apparently doesn't get to understand yet, not until it's revealed itself. But she knows what she has to offer, and it's more of a track record with this brand of evil than some of the others can claim. Why tag in a girl with a demon-killing gun if you don't plan on her using it at some point?
And somewhere along the line she'd offered to have his back in a fight if it ever came down to it, that regardless of whatever else happened between them he could rely on her to watch out for him out there against any type of threat; she just hadn't counted on this tenderness occurring right alongside it, that she'd want to protect him not solely in looking after someone she considers a friend but to keep him closer than that.
He'd never pulled away from her, not even with one of her biggest secrets finally spilled; his touch had never left her, that warm constant one she wants to linger in, to wrap herself up in until the shittier parts of today fade into the background and all that's left is this, his hand lightly guiding along her neck and his taste on her lips. She does let that kiss break, but her forehead tips to his in the immediate after as she whispers, from behind closed eyes. ] Thank you.
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you didnβt hesitate, amy had once told him. you know, itβs almost like you were happy for the excuse.
but heβd bargained for something worth wanting to protect to this degree, he hadnβt expected itβd be her, not when he recalls moments of frustration and impatience those first meetings, when her constant stream of talking equated more annoyance than mutual intrigue β mostly. but with time, heβs found more resonance between them than not, and though heβs already come to accept something a little more significant between them, itβs the knowledge of knowing more now, that she recognizes the grief that comes with parenting, that she knows loss and sacrifice in that light even if itβs not with a full loss of hope, which makes him all the more eager to get her home safe even now.
and when she kisses him, itβs honest, his fingers curling around her neck, gentleness of the skin. he leans in, only for the soft return, not pursuing anything more than the light warmth of those pressed lips, letting it replace the vague confession heβs offered, not wanting to say anything more for fear of what it could imply. ]
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And somewhere along the line she'd offered to have his back in a fight if it ever came down to it, that regardless of whatever else happened between them he could rely on her to watch out for him out there against any type of threat; she just hadn't counted on this tenderness occurring right alongside it, that she'd want to protect him not solely in looking after someone she considers a friend but to keep him closer than that.
He'd never pulled away from her, not even with one of her biggest secrets finally spilled; his touch had never left her, that warm constant one she wants to linger in, to wrap herself up in until the shittier parts of today fade into the background and all that's left is this, his hand lightly guiding along her neck and his taste on her lips. She does let that kiss break, but her forehead tips to his in the immediate after as she whispers, from behind closed eyes. ] Thank you.