forever hold your peace
rating: g
pairing: jackson/allison
a/n: it's short. real short. i have a thing for sadness and doomed couples i'm sorry.
summary: sometimes the stars never align
He finds her purely on accident, trying to get away from his own demons when he sees her walking alone in the dead of night.
Her eyes are empty; she’s there but distant as she can be at the same time. There’s a possibility she has a destination in mind, although from the looks of it it’s more aimless wandering than anything. There’s a cool breeze out tonight and she’s visibly shivering with her arms wrapped tightly around herself because all she has on is a light cardigan.
Before he realizes what he’s doing he’s already draping his letterman jacket across her shoulders. She’s only surprised for a moment, stopping to face him when she feels his hands running up and down her arms.
The smile he gives her is easy, unforced - it’s been a while since he’s given them so freely. Instinctively, he feels a sense of pride that she looks at him like she knows he’s given her something precious that’s especially for her.
He stops her when she tries to explain, placing a finger over her lips and shakes his head softly. He readjusts the collar around her, smiles again, and nods to where he’s going before he saw her.
She waits a moment before she catches up to him and falls in line with him. She is patient and doesn’t ask questions. Just follows him silently to wherever he’s taking her. When he stops, they’re on top of a hill that overlooks a decent part of town.
The view isn’t much, insignificant compared to countless others.
This one has always been enough to make him feel better, to become his solace. Out here he feels bigger than he is. His world and everyone in it is small compared to him, so when he feels like he’s losing control this is the place that helps him regain a sense of balance. Some of the tension has already melted away by the time he settles himself on the ground.
When she decides to join him, she leans into him a bit, nestling her body as close to him as possible. They stay silent while they gaze out into the night. He’s trying to push everything out of his mind and he assumes she’s doing something similar as the stiffness ebbs away.
She’s more relaxed against him now, dropping her head to his shoulder, breaths deep and even. Her arms weave around his and it’s almost alarming how easily she finds his hand to tangle her fingers with his. Even more so is the way he drops his cheek atop her head and presses a chaste kiss there.
(and sometimes, when he misses her a little more than too much, he comes out here to remember how close they were to getting it right)
pairing: jackson/allison
a/n: it's short. real short. i have a thing for sadness and doomed couples i'm sorry.
summary: sometimes the stars never align
He finds her purely on accident, trying to get away from his own demons when he sees her walking alone in the dead of night.
Her eyes are empty; she’s there but distant as she can be at the same time. There’s a possibility she has a destination in mind, although from the looks of it it’s more aimless wandering than anything. There’s a cool breeze out tonight and she’s visibly shivering with her arms wrapped tightly around herself because all she has on is a light cardigan.
Before he realizes what he’s doing he’s already draping his letterman jacket across her shoulders. She’s only surprised for a moment, stopping to face him when she feels his hands running up and down her arms.
The smile he gives her is easy, unforced - it’s been a while since he’s given them so freely. Instinctively, he feels a sense of pride that she looks at him like she knows he’s given her something precious that’s especially for her.
He stops her when she tries to explain, placing a finger over her lips and shakes his head softly. He readjusts the collar around her, smiles again, and nods to where he’s going before he saw her.
She waits a moment before she catches up to him and falls in line with him. She is patient and doesn’t ask questions. Just follows him silently to wherever he’s taking her. When he stops, they’re on top of a hill that overlooks a decent part of town.
The view isn’t much, insignificant compared to countless others.
This one has always been enough to make him feel better, to become his solace. Out here he feels bigger than he is. His world and everyone in it is small compared to him, so when he feels like he’s losing control this is the place that helps him regain a sense of balance. Some of the tension has already melted away by the time he settles himself on the ground.
When she decides to join him, she leans into him a bit, nestling her body as close to him as possible. They stay silent while they gaze out into the night. He’s trying to push everything out of his mind and he assumes she’s doing something similar as the stiffness ebbs away.
She’s more relaxed against him now, dropping her head to his shoulder, breaths deep and even. Her arms weave around his and it’s almost alarming how easily she finds his hand to tangle her fingers with his. Even more so is the way he drops his cheek atop her head and presses a chaste kiss there.
(and sometimes, when he misses her a little more than too much, he comes out here to remember how close they were to getting it right)