For talking_muses, Prompt 18A: "There's something about the way you..."
There’s something about the way you get on my nerves. Something about the way you look at me when you’re in that mischievous and plotting mood of yours, about the way you skip into my office smiling even though I’d argued with you not long before.
There’s something about the way you take my abuse; my cutting comments and impatient quips without considering the very person I’m talking to. Something about the way you look at me with that ‘I-don’t-give-a-damn-what-you-think’ look in your eyes, about the way you walk off and leave me feeling like I’d just made the mistake of a lifetime.
There’s something about the way I miss you. There’s something about the way I worry about you. There’s something about the way you make me so mad at you, then make me laugh, irritate me, throw me a complete non-sequitur and then start all over again.
You’re liquid, pouring into my senses and blinding me to the world. Somehow when I’m with you, I forget about the war with the Ori. I forget about everything that’s going wrong, because for that short time you make me believe that the Universe is right again. I know that, right now, I will never be able to tell you this. I can’t.
There’s something about the way you make me wish I wasn’t such a coward.
There’s something about the way you laugh. About the way you take control. About the way you pretend not to worry about me. And something about the way your eyes give it away.
There’s something, something about the way you love making me angry, about the pleasure it seems to give you. About the way you smiled when you thought my taking you to dinner was a date. About the way my heart sank when you were kidnapped minutes later.
There’s something about the way you make me feel. Something about the way we kiss.
And it's because of all these somethings, Vala, that every time I see you I think I love you even more.
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There’s something about the way you take my abuse; my cutting comments and impatient quips without considering the very person I’m talking to. Something about the way you look at me with that ‘I-don’t-give-a-damn-what-you-think’ look in your eyes, about the way you walk off and leave me feeling like I’d just made the mistake of a lifetime.
There’s something about the way I miss you. There’s something about the way I worry about you. There’s something about the way you make me so mad at you, then make me laugh, irritate me, throw me a complete non-sequitur and then start all over again.
You’re liquid, pouring into my senses and blinding me to the world. Somehow when I’m with you, I forget about the war with the Ori. I forget about everything that’s going wrong, because for that short time you make me believe that the Universe is right again. I know that, right now, I will never be able to tell you this. I can’t.
There’s something about the way you make me wish I wasn’t such a coward.
There’s something about the way you laugh. About the way you take control. About the way you pretend not to worry about me. And something about the way your eyes give it away.
There’s something, something about the way you love making me angry, about the pleasure it seems to give you. About the way you smiled when you thought my taking you to dinner was a date. About the way my heart sank when you were kidnapped minutes later.
There’s something about the way you make me feel. Something about the way we kiss.
And it's because of all these somethings, Vala, that every time I see you I think I love you even more.
342 words