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(mind_the_muse) "Do you serve a purpose or purposely serve?"

Jun 15, 2008 20:34

- Have you ever been betrayed by someone you love dearly? He sat. Unmoving. He wasn't sure for how long. All time was the same for him. He'd lost them. Slipped right through his blood slicked fingers ( Read more... )

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idontdig_graves June 16 2008, 04:07:46 UTC

Leaving Elle had thought was for everyone's own good. Too much pain had already come to them all, and she felt there was a risk if she stayed behind as well. Still now she felt like it had been a mistake to leave. All the promises she'd made to Dean to take care of Sam, to not let him lose himself if he lost him... Elle knew that she'd been selfish in her reasons for leaving. She knew it was time to go back, but she wasn't even sure if she could just say she was sorry and come back. Sam had asked her to be behind him during the battle, and somehow instead she allowed herself to be left behind instead. Now there were so many words of sorry being expressed that there was no way she wanted to add another one to the pile ( ... )

smart_alec494 June 16 2008, 04:28:24 UTC

There was an impression of blonde hair. Ozone, not sulfur. Lightning not matches. Warmth. It wasn't who he wanted, but it also wasn't someone he didn't want.

The sound of breathing besides his own was nice. It meant he was real. The emptry places didn't ever have faces. Especially not caring ones.

He finally remembered to thumb the safety back onto the gun. He didn't think he was who she wanted either. Not her husband. Not her Batman either. Just an expensive after showroom mock-up. He'd let her down to.

He let his forehead rest against his drawn up knees. After a while he said the only think he could think of. "Sorry."

idontdig_graves June 16 2008, 04:58:16 UTC

Hearing the click of the safety put Elle's mind at ease a bit more. She wasn't afraid of guns, in fact she'd been shot by one before, but she was more worried about just what could make Alec think that he needed the gun. That single gesture though made her take in a deep breath and let it out because it was the sort of action that took strength, and she knew it ( ... )

smart_alec494 June 16 2008, 05:55:24 UTC

He shivers hard. Like an electrical shock. But like most things right now it was inside that was haywire. Nothing from Elle's hand but the urge to lean into it.

He wanted to. Wanted her to tell him what to do. He wanted to lean, but that need made people leave. Left him alone. He knew what to do. 'Come home.' And it was Elle's home to.

"Glad you weren't here. It was all off the rails. Better you didn't see it." He didn't look up. He just sat next to her. Another casualty of war.

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idontdig_graves June 17 2008, 03:49:56 UTC

Elle didn't mind the contact, in a way it reminded her of sitting in the back of the Impala and shoving her foot on Dean's head, or wedging it between the door and the passenger seat so Sam would hold onto it. It never made getting out of the Impala easy but she didn't ever mind. Now she didn't mind Alec's boots barely pressed to her thigh ( ... )

smart_alec494 June 17 2008, 04:22:20 UTC

He looked up from his slight daze. "Smart." He dredged up some life. "I wanna die in firey explosion, but only when I'm old." He could do this. It just wasn't easy. He uncurled and slipped out of the car. It was easier with someone near by. A steady presence. A genetic traite he'd gotten from Dean. He didn't do as well alone.

His feet hit the pavement and he wasn't X5 steady, but good enough. He looked around and matched up his suroundings with the snap shots that accompanied his mental atlas. It didn't take him long to match up the route that Elle had picked. Main roads, pleanty of places to stop.

idontdig_graves June 18 2008, 20:20:02 UTC

Elle scooted over onto the passenger side door, she never really liked to risk the whole giant ball of flame account of her. She'd watched those Dateline things where the pop of static torched the cars. Walking around to the other side but not so near she hovered near the hood of the truck, leaning toward the side mirror a bit. "You look like shit," Elle finally expressed honestly, but with a smile of concern and caring so hopefully he wouldn't fly off the handle on her ( ... )

smart_alec494 June 20 2008, 17:52:13 UTC

He nodded a little at her pronouncement about his appearance. He kinda figured he looked about as good as he felt and it wasn't all self neglect. He then gave a small but genuine smiled at the comment about the ice cream. That had been the birthday party she'd thrown for him. The first party of any sort he'd ever had. "It was damned good too." After a moment he added. "I'll eat." He didn't know how to express how grateful he was to her for coming back. and for making this trip with him, so if she wanted him to eat he damned well would ( ... )

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