January 2.1 - Paramore - "Only Exception"
Maybe I know somewhere deep in
my soul that love never lasts.
And we've got to find other ways
to make it alone or keep a straight face.
And I've always lived like this
keeping a comfortable, distance.
And up until now I swore to myself
that I'm content with loneliness,
'cause none of it was ever worth the risk.
Well, you are the only exception
And I'm on my way to believing
Oh, And I'm on my way to believing
There really was only so much you could do to make a trailer homey. Lydia sat in the middle of the sofa, with the cupboards and closet emptied all around her in neat little stacks on counters and tabletops and every furniture surface--because no way she could manage to get anything off the floor at this point--frowning and nibbling on her lower lip as she looked at it all critically.
It wasn't right. She huffed, sending a wisp of hair flying, and pushed it back impatiently out of her eyes. Even now, after she'd scrubbed out every single corner of the cabinets and gotten the dust bunnies out of the back of the closet, it just...didn't feel right to put things back in. Something wasn't right.
Samuel came in, looking down at a sheaf of papers in his hand and almost tripped over a stack of books, making Lydia look up with a wince.
"Sorry! I didn't expect you back for a bit..."
Staring around the room, Samuel took it in, then looked back at her, an expression she couldn't quite interpret between amusement and annoyance on his face. "Again?"
Lydia shrugged a bit, looking down, then back up at him. "The shelves need new paper."
"I see."
"And maybe we could get some new linoleum in the kitchen? I mean, she'll be crawling around there, and it's peeling up from under the cabinets..."
"She won't be crawling for months, Lydia. She's not even born yet."
"But we'll be really busy once she is, Samuel, and you wouldn't want her to get..." Okay, the edges of linoleum probably weren't sharp enough to cut even a baby's little hand on, but she frowned. "It should just be...nice. Shouldn't it?"
"You made Adam spend all of last Saturday scrubbing it, Lydia. I don't think it could be much cleaner."
"But look at this..." She waved him over, and he made his way carefully to her side, looking out at the sample she held out. "Edgar and I found it when we went into town for supplies..."
"Where?"
"At Home Depot."
"We didn't need anything from Home Depot."
"...I didn't think it would hurt to look..."
She felt the stifled sigh more than heard it, but his fingers were gentle in her hair. "Edgar said that he could put it in, real easy, so we wouldn't have to pay anything for installation, and Adam said he'd be willing to buy it as a baby gift, so it won't cost us anything at all..."
"You want new linoleum that badly?"
"Mmmhmm." Lydia glanced up at him, giving him a little smile.
"Will you put the sheets and towels all back in the closet?"
"After I fold them right."
"They're fine."
"They weren't stacked straight."
"And the plates?"
"I told you. We needed new shelf paper. Melissa's picking it up at the grocery store."
"The silverware?"
"I promise, I'll put it back as soon as I just...clean it a bit better."
"...She's not even going to use the plates and the silverware for god knows how long, Lydia."
"Well, we are."
"We almost never eat in here."
Lydia had nothing she could say to actually counter that argument, so she struggled to her feet, smiling a little bit when she felt his hand at her back, his other under her elbow, helping her. Turning into him, she glanced up with a bit of a rueful smile. "I'm driving you a little bit crazy, aren't I?"
His smile echoed hers, but his fingers ghosted down her cheek before slipping lower to rest lightly against the swell of her stomach. Lydia winced at the shifting inside as the baby seemed to try to get closer to that warmth. "I'll live," Samuel murmured, feeling the pressure back against his hand.
"She's going to be such a daddy's girl..."
He brushed a kiss over her lips. "You need some help putting this all to rights?"
Lydia shook her head. "No. Go...take care of things out there. I'll have it done by dinner."
"You're kicking me out because I'll just do it all wrong and be in the way, aren't you?"
She flashed him a grin. "Would I do that? I'm sure Adam has some plan he's dying to run by you for something or another."
Samuel gave her a searching glance, then leaned in for another kiss, before making his escape. Now standing, Lydia didn't dare try and sit again, or who knew when she'd get up again. Linoleum dilemma settled, she made her way back to the bedroom to start folding, running her hands lightly over the new comforter she'd managed to talk him into last week. He probably wasn't going to go for the, "we need a new trailer!" argument, ever, so a girl had to pick the battles she had a chance of winning.
New floors were a good start. The baby kicked again, and Lydia smiled a little more, though her thoughts slid back to Danny and the little girl she hadn't had a chance to do all this for, fifteen years ago. "We're going to do it right this time," she promised her unborn daughter. Nevermind all the dangers out there, the people hunting them, and everything else. The memories of the attack weren't forgotten, but here, in the warmth of the home she was trying to create...she'd make it safe, make a real home for all three of them.
Right now, she'd start with rehanging all of Samuel's shirts.
Coordinated by color.
Muse: Lydia
Fandom: Heroes
Words: 879
Note: Samuel is offering_hope and used with permission and the very kind indulgence of his mun for my need for some fluff in the midst of an angsty week. <3
my soul that love never lasts.
And we've got to find other ways
to make it alone or keep a straight face.
And I've always lived like this
keeping a comfortable, distance.
And up until now I swore to myself
that I'm content with loneliness,
'cause none of it was ever worth the risk.
Well, you are the only exception
And I'm on my way to believing
Oh, And I'm on my way to believing
There really was only so much you could do to make a trailer homey. Lydia sat in the middle of the sofa, with the cupboards and closet emptied all around her in neat little stacks on counters and tabletops and every furniture surface--because no way she could manage to get anything off the floor at this point--frowning and nibbling on her lower lip as she looked at it all critically.
It wasn't right. She huffed, sending a wisp of hair flying, and pushed it back impatiently out of her eyes. Even now, after she'd scrubbed out every single corner of the cabinets and gotten the dust bunnies out of the back of the closet, it just...didn't feel right to put things back in. Something wasn't right.
Samuel came in, looking down at a sheaf of papers in his hand and almost tripped over a stack of books, making Lydia look up with a wince.
"Sorry! I didn't expect you back for a bit..."
Staring around the room, Samuel took it in, then looked back at her, an expression she couldn't quite interpret between amusement and annoyance on his face. "Again?"
Lydia shrugged a bit, looking down, then back up at him. "The shelves need new paper."
"I see."
"And maybe we could get some new linoleum in the kitchen? I mean, she'll be crawling around there, and it's peeling up from under the cabinets..."
"She won't be crawling for months, Lydia. She's not even born yet."
"But we'll be really busy once she is, Samuel, and you wouldn't want her to get..." Okay, the edges of linoleum probably weren't sharp enough to cut even a baby's little hand on, but she frowned. "It should just be...nice. Shouldn't it?"
"You made Adam spend all of last Saturday scrubbing it, Lydia. I don't think it could be much cleaner."
"But look at this..." She waved him over, and he made his way carefully to her side, looking out at the sample she held out. "Edgar and I found it when we went into town for supplies..."
"Where?"
"At Home Depot."
"We didn't need anything from Home Depot."
"...I didn't think it would hurt to look..."
She felt the stifled sigh more than heard it, but his fingers were gentle in her hair. "Edgar said that he could put it in, real easy, so we wouldn't have to pay anything for installation, and Adam said he'd be willing to buy it as a baby gift, so it won't cost us anything at all..."
"You want new linoleum that badly?"
"Mmmhmm." Lydia glanced up at him, giving him a little smile.
"Will you put the sheets and towels all back in the closet?"
"After I fold them right."
"They're fine."
"They weren't stacked straight."
"And the plates?"
"I told you. We needed new shelf paper. Melissa's picking it up at the grocery store."
"The silverware?"
"I promise, I'll put it back as soon as I just...clean it a bit better."
"...She's not even going to use the plates and the silverware for god knows how long, Lydia."
"Well, we are."
"We almost never eat in here."
Lydia had nothing she could say to actually counter that argument, so she struggled to her feet, smiling a little bit when she felt his hand at her back, his other under her elbow, helping her. Turning into him, she glanced up with a bit of a rueful smile. "I'm driving you a little bit crazy, aren't I?"
His smile echoed hers, but his fingers ghosted down her cheek before slipping lower to rest lightly against the swell of her stomach. Lydia winced at the shifting inside as the baby seemed to try to get closer to that warmth. "I'll live," Samuel murmured, feeling the pressure back against his hand.
"She's going to be such a daddy's girl..."
He brushed a kiss over her lips. "You need some help putting this all to rights?"
Lydia shook her head. "No. Go...take care of things out there. I'll have it done by dinner."
"You're kicking me out because I'll just do it all wrong and be in the way, aren't you?"
She flashed him a grin. "Would I do that? I'm sure Adam has some plan he's dying to run by you for something or another."
Samuel gave her a searching glance, then leaned in for another kiss, before making his escape. Now standing, Lydia didn't dare try and sit again, or who knew when she'd get up again. Linoleum dilemma settled, she made her way back to the bedroom to start folding, running her hands lightly over the new comforter she'd managed to talk him into last week. He probably wasn't going to go for the, "we need a new trailer!" argument, ever, so a girl had to pick the battles she had a chance of winning.
New floors were a good start. The baby kicked again, and Lydia smiled a little more, though her thoughts slid back to Danny and the little girl she hadn't had a chance to do all this for, fifteen years ago. "We're going to do it right this time," she promised her unborn daughter. Nevermind all the dangers out there, the people hunting them, and everything else. The memories of the attack weren't forgotten, but here, in the warmth of the home she was trying to create...she'd make it safe, make a real home for all three of them.
Right now, she'd start with rehanging all of Samuel's shirts.
Coordinated by color.
Muse: Lydia
Fandom: Heroes
Words: 879
Note: Samuel is offering_hope and used with permission and the very kind indulgence of his mun for my need for some fluff in the midst of an angsty week. <3