rated G } no warnings applyferallettersNovember 4 2014, 16:41:28 UTC
Sorry for taking so long! I am trying to kill a few of these requests for NaNo wordcount so hoopefull you and others will be getting ALL THE FIC today.
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She's fucked up so much, twisted so many hearts around her fingertips, shattered them, left them.
She's taken sweet men, left them to rot and walked away without a thought.
She's fucked up relationships she could have had. People she could have called friends.
But she doesn't fuck this up. She doesn't twist him around, doesn't break him down. She doesn't risk seeing what happens when she walks all over him in high heels and she doesn't dare think about bullets and blood when she's near him.
He centers her, puts his hands on her shoulders and tells her it's going to be all right. He shows her what it means to be a person, how to grow and transform.
He gives her the motivation she needs to wear her skin as her own and not as someone else's.
She promises, in the late nights when he's lost, when the world is still falling down in his head and he can't be sure if he's in control, that she still loves him.
And yes, she has fucked up. she's destroyed people who could have loved her, but this was better. This is worth it.
They'll see each other through the night, pull one another down the paths into the goodness they deserve, even if neither of them think they actually do.
She'll remind him and he'll remind her and they compliment each other that way, just as they always do.
They are meant to be this, meant to be the people at each other's sides.
And maybe one day it will change, they will falter or shift or simply grow out of each other. Maybe.
But the day is not today, the night is not this one. They will hold each other, promise each other, be there when the other needs and that is what being a partner is, that is what belonging means.
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She's fucked up so much, twisted so many hearts around her fingertips, shattered them, left them.
She's taken sweet men, left them to rot and walked away without a thought.
She's fucked up relationships she could have had. People she could have called friends.
But she doesn't fuck this up. She doesn't twist him around, doesn't break him down. She doesn't risk seeing what happens when she walks all over him in high heels and she doesn't dare think about bullets and blood when she's near him.
He centers her, puts his hands on her shoulders and tells her it's going to be all right. He shows her what it means to be a person, how to grow and transform.
He gives her the motivation she needs to wear her skin as her own and not as someone else's.
She promises, in the late nights when he's lost, when the world is still falling down in his head and he can't be sure if he's in control, that she still loves him.
And yes, she has fucked up. she's destroyed people who could have loved her, but this was better. This is worth it.
They'll see each other through the night, pull one another down the paths into the goodness they deserve, even if neither of them think they actually do.
She'll remind him and he'll remind her and they compliment each other that way, just as they always do.
They are meant to be this, meant to be the people at each other's sides.
And maybe one day it will change, they will falter or shift or simply grow out of each other. Maybe.
But the day is not today, the night is not this one. They will hold each other, promise each other, be there when the other needs and that is what being a partner is, that is what belonging means.
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