some days
Prompt: 184. When history repeats itself.
Characters: Josh Foley and Jay Guthrie
Requested By: Cede
If only Josh had been a few years older. Then he would have known better. He would have known that what he'd said wasn't nearly as comforting as he had meant it to be and that, despite his good intentions, he'd come across as an ass. But he wasn't forty or twenty-five or even seventeen. He was sixteen, an age that was very possibly the height of male adolescent stupidity. And so he could only just stare stupidly as the red headed girl with wings stormed away from him.
He had spotted her across the yard that afternoon, and remembering what Hank had told him, he'd gone over to say hi. Things had gone fairly okay, even if neither was very comfortable talking to the other, until he'd asked about her flying practice. And then asked how high she'd gone lately. And then had said the first stupid thing.
"Just so you know, when you do fall again? I'll be here to fix you."
His attempt at expressing his concern and reassurance had earned him a solid slap across the face, and a rather impressive slew of obscene insults he honestly didn't think she'd had in her. At every chance, he had tried to explain that he hadn't meant "when", he'd meant "if", and he wasn't trying to imply that she was incompetent or reckless or couldn't heal herself - okay, he'd kind of forgotten that part - he was just trying to tell her that she didn't have to be afraid to push the limits and - ow she hit really hard.
So he'd let her get it all out of her system, but as she'd walked away and he thought she was out of earshot, he'd said the second, really stupid thing.
"Geez... lighten up, Bird Girl."
There was murder in Jay's eyes as she stopped mid-step and turned slowly back to face him. Had he really just said that? To her? Josh, not surprisingly, just stood there, completely missing the intent as she stalked back toward him, hands balled into fists. It wasn't until her fist had connected to his cheek that he even started to think he might have said something to make her mad.
"Don't you ever call me that again," she hissed before walking away again, determined to actually make it back to the mansion this time. Still, she knew - even if he hadn't come to the realization yet - that they'd be having this conversation at least one more time. After all, he was a boy, and boys were dumb, even if you hit them.
Like they said, those who ignored history (or were too dumb to understand) were doomed to repeat it. Again, and again, and again. She just hoped, as she watched the bruise fade from knuckles, that he'd finally learn sooner, rather than later. Broken hands hurt bad enough, but healing them was a bitch.
Characters: Josh Foley and Jay Guthrie
Requested By: Cede
If only Josh had been a few years older. Then he would have known better. He would have known that what he'd said wasn't nearly as comforting as he had meant it to be and that, despite his good intentions, he'd come across as an ass. But he wasn't forty or twenty-five or even seventeen. He was sixteen, an age that was very possibly the height of male adolescent stupidity. And so he could only just stare stupidly as the red headed girl with wings stormed away from him.
He had spotted her across the yard that afternoon, and remembering what Hank had told him, he'd gone over to say hi. Things had gone fairly okay, even if neither was very comfortable talking to the other, until he'd asked about her flying practice. And then asked how high she'd gone lately. And then had said the first stupid thing.
"Just so you know, when you do fall again? I'll be here to fix you."
His attempt at expressing his concern and reassurance had earned him a solid slap across the face, and a rather impressive slew of obscene insults he honestly didn't think she'd had in her. At every chance, he had tried to explain that he hadn't meant "when", he'd meant "if", and he wasn't trying to imply that she was incompetent or reckless or couldn't heal herself - okay, he'd kind of forgotten that part - he was just trying to tell her that she didn't have to be afraid to push the limits and - ow she hit really hard.
So he'd let her get it all out of her system, but as she'd walked away and he thought she was out of earshot, he'd said the second, really stupid thing.
"Geez... lighten up, Bird Girl."
There was murder in Jay's eyes as she stopped mid-step and turned slowly back to face him. Had he really just said that? To her? Josh, not surprisingly, just stood there, completely missing the intent as she stalked back toward him, hands balled into fists. It wasn't until her fist had connected to his cheek that he even started to think he might have said something to make her mad.
"Don't you ever call me that again," she hissed before walking away again, determined to actually make it back to the mansion this time. Still, she knew - even if he hadn't come to the realization yet - that they'd be having this conversation at least one more time. After all, he was a boy, and boys were dumb, even if you hit them.
Like they said, those who ignored history (or were too dumb to understand) were doomed to repeat it. Again, and again, and again. She just hoped, as she watched the bruise fade from knuckles, that he'd finally learn sooner, rather than later. Broken hands hurt bad enough, but healing them was a bitch.