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Shaken, Rattled and Rolled. Open log

Mar 29, 2011 22:20

Who: Polly (curious_copycat)
What: Polly trying to drown her sorrows in a chocolate malt. Come help her cheer up? (and possibly find out what happened... maybe.)
When: Tonight
Where: Daddy'O's Burger Joint
Warnings: PTSD and poodle skirts.

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a.j. crowley, ukitake jūshirō, polly zyanya, riku, edward elric

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yellow_snakeyes March 30 2011, 03:54:44 UTC

Crowley was in one of his rare periods of sobriety between bouts of crippling inebriation. He'd quickly decided this was going to be one of the shorter ones he'd allowed himself over the past month, as he'd sobered up just enough to realize the station had gone back in time to an era Crowley liked to pretend had never happened: The 1950s ( ... )

yellow_snakeyes April 21 2011, 07:28:39 UTC

He held her close as she wept, silently supporting her and sending a few pointed glares at the curious glances they were drawing from the rest of the diner patrons. Most turned back to their meals without further provocation, though a few muttered unpleasantly to their tablemates. Crowley didn't care.

He held her while she cried, offering all the comfort he could, and then carried right on holding her as her tears subsided and she seemed to regain control of her physical reaction. He would hold her - physically and psychically - until she pulled away.

"Don't worry about it. It'll dry." It was the last thing he was worried about, at any rate.

"Do? I'd have your locks changed, for a start." For all Kiriko was a very interesting gentleman, he was also - as was now glaringly obvious - a complete psychopath. Crowley wasn't surprised, persay; he'd been alive for thousands of years, and witnessed the absolute worst humanity had to offer, and he'd had some inkling given past conversations with the man. This wasn't the worst, but ( ... )

curious_copycat April 22 2011, 06:37:21 UTC

Head rested wearily on his shoulder, she nodded.

"I have... I couldn't... sleep, until I made the door promise not to let anyone in without my permission. I'm still afraid I'll wake up and he'll have me back there... But I miss him, and..."

She shook her head, hiding her eyes against the warm cloth.

"It's worse than when Mother used to hurt me... She always did, it was normal. But it's supposed to be different when a person really loves you, isn't it? It's supposed to be better...?"

She pulled back enough to look up at him, eyes questioning to the point of pleading. When she spoke, her voice was an urgent whisper.

"He said he loves me, and he was going it because he loves me, but... It doesn't make sense, Mr Crowley, I don't understand!"

yellow_snakeyes April 28 2011, 02:51:49 UTC

"I don't understand either, Polly. I'm sorry." It was a rare occasion when Crowley apologized for any reason, much less with any sincerity, but...well, it wasn't that often he allowed himself to get close enough to another person to require sincerity, either. Life was much easier without the added burden of emotional attachment, and Crowley did so enjoy easy living. Some things couldn't be helped though, it seemed. Keeping one arm firmly wrapped around her, he brushed the thumb of his other hand gently across her cheek, wiping aside some of the residual moisture from her weeping, and followed the gesture by smoothing stray strands of damp hair away from her face and tucking a lock behind her ear.

"Sometimes the things people do only ever make sense to themselves."

curious_copycat April 29 2011, 09:38:16 UTC

The gentleness of the gesture sent a little shudder through her calm, and she leaned into the touch with a weary sigh. She had needed this contact, this comfort. She'd been needing it ever since that night, and the upwelling of warmth it caused, after such a long time of keeping everything that had happened and that she'd felt pent up, was nearly dizzying.

The girl found herself leaning forward before she quite caught the impulse, lips just a fraction of an inch from his, close enough for breath and warmth to pass between them, the barest shadow of a kiss, when she realized what she was doing and came up short.

With a soft gasp, she pulled back, fingers pressing to her mouth again, eyes wide. It wasn't...! And she was sure he hadn't meant... And she hadn't... Had she...?

"I-I'm sorry, I... "

She scooted away a little more, huddling in on herself again, cheeks burning. He was trying to be her friend and she'd almost...

yellow_snakeyes May 1 2011, 09:43:03 UTC

"Hey. Don't apologize." He could easily sense her confusion at her own actions, as close as they still were. In hindsight he probably shouldn't have done all that tender tear-brushing and hair tucking, but she'd responded so positively to it...no, it was better for her that he had; the gesture had done more good than harm. So he slid his arm around her shoulders and tugged her close again, projecting as much reassurance as he knew how...which was quite a lot, actually.

...And it was right at that moment the insect-like waiter appeared with their order, which he placed in front of them with a swift and efficient manner.

"...Hungry?"

curious_copycat May 4 2011, 01:20:46 UTC

He was so nonchalant about it, she calmed again almost instantly, settling against him with a silent relieved sigh.

The appearance of the waiter almost startles her--she'd completely forgotten about the food! She gives a small contemplative frown.

"Yes... I think."

It was hard to be sure, after everything that had happened since they'd ordered. She felt a bit drained, which she supposed was close enough to being hungry.

She pulled the milkshake over, fidgeting a bit by rubbing the condensation off of the glass.

"Thank you, Mr. Crowley..."

yellow_snakeyes May 5 2011, 06:39:11 UTC

"You don't have to thank me." It was his own way of saying 'you're welcome.' He moved his chips to a more central location on the table (for easier sharing), and nudged her plate closer to her. He knew from experience, both by watching people and by some more personal occurrences, that food did a lot to ease the aftershock of intense emotional upsets. Merely one of the many odd quirks of having a physical body.

"Just do me a favor, okay? If you ever get into trouble again, call me." The memory of her terror and confusion when she'd discovered that not only was the man she had been calling for not coming, he knew perfectly well what was happening to her and wasn't going to stop it was still very fresh in his mind. "If I can hear you, I'll find you."

curious_copycat May 8 2011, 00:41:11 UTC

Polly gave a somber nod, stealing one of his chips. For anyone else it might have seemed strange that she had something of a guardian demon, and the person she was in the most danger from considered himself something of an angel...

"I will, I promise."

The fry was warm and crisp and somehow tasted vaguely of cinnamon, and it did manage to make her feel a little better.

"I... If I ever have to call you... because of him... Please promise that you'll try not to hurt him?"

yellow_snakeyes May 14 2011, 05:07:25 UTC

"I don't hurt mortals. They do that well enough on their own." It was mostly true. Crowley didn't care for physical confrontation. Never had. A few well-placed words, on the other hand, were more often than not just as effective as physical blows, and had the added benefit of remaining long after bones healed and bruises faded. Whoever had coined the phrase about sticks and stones had been deluding himself.

Kiriko's actions would catch up to him eventually, whether or not Crowley did anything to him. He was more interested in protecting Polly, anyway.

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