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So, here's a drab--
"But Mazzie. You don't write anymore. You draw hilariously bad pictures."
Shush.
Fandom: Red vs Blue
Client: none, a present
Title: Pigtails
Genre: gernal, angst
Rating: T, swearing
Character(s): Church, Tex, Washington, mention: everyone
Pairing: Church/Tex
Warning: Spoilers for Reconstruction eps sixteen through eighteen
Summary: For katmillia, who's been having a rough couple of days
=--=
She’s always up before he is. Whether its her military training or his determination to sleep in, by the time he finally pushed the covers away and sat up (muttering several profanities about mornings), she was either gone from the apartment, sometimes with a note, sometimes without, or he shuffles out of the room just in time to catch her with a piece of toast between her teeth as she heads for the door.
Today, however, he rolls out of bed so early he thinks he hears the sun telling him to go back to bed. And he almost does; but the water’s running. Groggily, he blinks some of the sleep from his eyes and gets out of bed. His t-shirt and boxer clad self shuffles to the bathroom door, squinting at the light that spread across the room as he pushes the door.
He wonders if he’s still dreaming.
Tex is leaning over the sink, washing her face. White socks, grey sweats, black tank top, he must’ve gotten up not too long after her if she’s not dressed yet. What’s really catching his attention is how she’s keeping her hair out of her face.
“Pigtails,” he blurts with a surprised laugh. “Fucking really?”
Her hair’s thick, but short. She keeps it about to her neck, but below her chin. Right now, it’s pulled into two tiny, bushy pigtails behind her ears with… pink? Elastic bands. Holy Christ.
She turns her head and glares at him, and even unharmed and dripping with facial soup, she’s menacing, and he shifts his eyes to the side to break the glare before looking back. “I’m just saying.”
Ignoring him, she picks up the bunched up towel and blots her face. He moves around her, reaching for his tooth brush.
“Shut up. Leonard.”
He puts the toothbrush in his mouth, but promptly removes it. “That doesn’t work. I don’t like Leonard. I like the pigtails.”
When he leans forward to spit, he can hear her ‘tch’. When he stands, he finds her reflection beginning to pull at the elastic band.
“Don’t.” He’s reached out, holding her wrist. He’s well aware that Tex is probably going to rip off his arm, breaks his hand at least. “Seriously. They’re cute.”
They glare at one another for a moment (it’s just their thing) before she bites off a ‘fine,’ letting their hands fall.
“Good.”
He brushes his teeth, she dries her face. It’s quite. It’s nice.
“I think it’ll be a nice reminder that you’re a girl, since it’s so easy to for-oof!”
He begins doubling over the counter, holding his stinging stomach. Tex puts the towel she wound and snapped him with around her neck with a quiet smirk as she walks out of the bathroom.
When the tingling stops and the toothbrush is tossed back into its cup, he can hear the front door open and close, and he’s pretty sure that’ll be the last of the pigtails.
So when Tex comes in at one in the morning and starts to undress in the dark, he isn’t sure if he’s seeing her silhouette right.
It’s pigtailed.
It would be until they broke up.
--
Church glares at the oil stained cement floor of Command’s vehicle hanger. Everyone’s staring at him. All he wants to do is take Caboose and go. He doesn’t want anything to do with any of this bullshit.
Washington is wrong. Fucking retarded. Because he has memories. Like that. He can’t just make that up. Everyone knew Tex had pigtails only after they started dating. She wore her hair that way for him.
And just as Church gets ready to spit that venom and Wash’s face, let’s see the fucker dodge this one, something else comes to mind.
Tex’s ghost had pigtails.
He tries to remember if she kept the hair that way, but he couldn’t. Because she didn’t. She stopped when they broke up, he saw her without her helmet a couple of times, he know she didn’t-
Tex’s ghost had pigtails.
She wore her hair that way for him.
He’d remember her that way forever, even when she ditched the style.
Tex ghost had pigtails, he’d remember her forever that way.
“Well?” Wash asks again, this time with impatience but with that same earnestness.
Church only glares at the old stained cement floor. If he still had a stomach, it would knot up. If he still had a throat, it would tighten. But he doesn’t.
If he ever did.
Why did her ghost have pigtails?
Because he remembers her that way?
Or...
=--=
There ya go, Katy (: Hope it helps you along a little. I know the last couple of days have been pretty long for you. Just wanted to help :3
"But Mazzie. You don't write anymore. You draw hilariously bad pictures."
Shush.
Fandom: Red vs Blue
Client: none, a present
Title: Pigtails
Genre: gernal, angst
Rating: T, swearing
Character(s): Church, Tex, Washington, mention: everyone
Pairing: Church/Tex
Warning: Spoilers for Reconstruction eps sixteen through eighteen
Summary: For katmillia, who's been having a rough couple of days
=--=
She’s always up before he is. Whether its her military training or his determination to sleep in, by the time he finally pushed the covers away and sat up (muttering several profanities about mornings), she was either gone from the apartment, sometimes with a note, sometimes without, or he shuffles out of the room just in time to catch her with a piece of toast between her teeth as she heads for the door.
Today, however, he rolls out of bed so early he thinks he hears the sun telling him to go back to bed. And he almost does; but the water’s running. Groggily, he blinks some of the sleep from his eyes and gets out of bed. His t-shirt and boxer clad self shuffles to the bathroom door, squinting at the light that spread across the room as he pushes the door.
He wonders if he’s still dreaming.
Tex is leaning over the sink, washing her face. White socks, grey sweats, black tank top, he must’ve gotten up not too long after her if she’s not dressed yet. What’s really catching his attention is how she’s keeping her hair out of her face.
“Pigtails,” he blurts with a surprised laugh. “Fucking really?”
Her hair’s thick, but short. She keeps it about to her neck, but below her chin. Right now, it’s pulled into two tiny, bushy pigtails behind her ears with… pink? Elastic bands. Holy Christ.
She turns her head and glares at him, and even unharmed and dripping with facial soup, she’s menacing, and he shifts his eyes to the side to break the glare before looking back. “I’m just saying.”
Ignoring him, she picks up the bunched up towel and blots her face. He moves around her, reaching for his tooth brush.
“Shut up. Leonard.”
He puts the toothbrush in his mouth, but promptly removes it. “That doesn’t work. I don’t like Leonard. I like the pigtails.”
When he leans forward to spit, he can hear her ‘tch’. When he stands, he finds her reflection beginning to pull at the elastic band.
“Don’t.” He’s reached out, holding her wrist. He’s well aware that Tex is probably going to rip off his arm, breaks his hand at least. “Seriously. They’re cute.”
They glare at one another for a moment (it’s just their thing) before she bites off a ‘fine,’ letting their hands fall.
“Good.”
He brushes his teeth, she dries her face. It’s quite. It’s nice.
“I think it’ll be a nice reminder that you’re a girl, since it’s so easy to for-oof!”
He begins doubling over the counter, holding his stinging stomach. Tex puts the towel she wound and snapped him with around her neck with a quiet smirk as she walks out of the bathroom.
When the tingling stops and the toothbrush is tossed back into its cup, he can hear the front door open and close, and he’s pretty sure that’ll be the last of the pigtails.
So when Tex comes in at one in the morning and starts to undress in the dark, he isn’t sure if he’s seeing her silhouette right.
It’s pigtailed.
It would be until they broke up.
--
Church glares at the oil stained cement floor of Command’s vehicle hanger. Everyone’s staring at him. All he wants to do is take Caboose and go. He doesn’t want anything to do with any of this bullshit.
Washington is wrong. Fucking retarded. Because he has memories. Like that. He can’t just make that up. Everyone knew Tex had pigtails only after they started dating. She wore her hair that way for him.
And just as Church gets ready to spit that venom and Wash’s face, let’s see the fucker dodge this one, something else comes to mind.
Tex’s ghost had pigtails.
He tries to remember if she kept the hair that way, but he couldn’t. Because she didn’t. She stopped when they broke up, he saw her without her helmet a couple of times, he know she didn’t-
Tex’s ghost had pigtails.
She wore her hair that way for him.
He’d remember her that way forever, even when she ditched the style.
Tex ghost had pigtails, he’d remember her forever that way.
“Well?” Wash asks again, this time with impatience but with that same earnestness.
Church only glares at the old stained cement floor. If he still had a stomach, it would knot up. If he still had a throat, it would tighten. But he doesn’t.
If he ever did.
Why did her ghost have pigtails?
Because he remembers her that way?
Or...
=--=
There ya go, Katy (: Hope it helps you along a little. I know the last couple of days have been pretty long for you. Just wanted to help :3