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notintehkitchenMr. Hawk, will you please come back to the house? I found a solution to our problem.
I've sealed my gas mask on permanently so I don't have to talk to you again or be strange. I'll just be a normal Pyro again, you don't even have to think of me as a girl if you don't want to. Just think of me as a boy--or even better, an it. I'm fine with that, really. Just come back, please?
I've sealed my gas mask on permanently so I don't have to talk to you again or be strange. I'll just be a normal Pyro again, you don't even have to think of me as a girl if you don't want to. Just think of me as a boy--or even better, an it. I'm fine with that, really. Just come back, please?
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Date: 2012-02-04 08:09 am (UTC)He leaned back, closing his eyes as well in an attempt to shut out the aching emanating from his knee.]
You're no worse than me. I'm the one who started this mess by runnin' off in the first place.
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Date: 2012-02-04 12:27 pm (UTC)[Way more then nice. As she recalled his hands over her body, a shiver coursed through her. If it had been anyone else touching her, she was certain she wouldn't of burned like that.]
I did strange things.
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Date: 2012-02-04 08:24 pm (UTC)[He lost his words somewhere in the middle. As much as he told himself he shouldn't have been pursuing this, the fact was that he was- at his deepest level, he both was and wanted to pursue it, wanted her. The mere thought of her against him drove him to her; he wanted her all to himself, his inclination for selfishness and greed shutting out that self-control and professionalism he was so proud of when she was nearby.
He told himself it was nothing more than a carnal urge, one he should have been able to ignore- should have, but couldn't, and that was the problem. In most situations, if he couldn't change something, he need to adapt to it; however, that involved doing some things he was less than proud of in this case. She was nearly half his age. A teammate. Why couldn't it have been anyone else?
But it wasn't. It was her he wanted so badly, and that was getting harder and harder to deny. He opened his eyes- they trailed to her immediately, then to the hands clasped in her lap. Temptation over came him: he reached for one of her hands, closing his eyes again as his fingers curled around hers.]
We've both been acting strange. S'not just you.
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Date: 2012-02-05 03:26 pm (UTC)... Hey. My body is really disgusting to look at with all the scars I have and I certainly don't look like any of those pin-up girls. I've been wondering what it is that you find desirable in me.
[It was hard to think it was psychical attraction to her. What was there to stare at?]
I'm not much to look at. Usually when people see me they go running in the opposite direction.
...
Do you see why I'm confused and feel strange?
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Date: 2012-02-05 08:16 pm (UTC)What he was doing already breached his personal code. He could feel himself attached to her more than he knew he ought to be: he idly wondered what she was doing at times, looked for her each night before they climbed into bed, had an inkling that felt suspiciously like concern when he thought of her being hurt. It had gotten to the point where he not only didn't mind the fact that they slept together in in a shared bed, but actually looked forward to it at times.
That was a point where shame hit him. He was the one who perverted it, wanting there to be something other than the innocent act between them. It wasn't just that though. His thoughts didn't stop at intimacy. He wanted more than that, even if he couldn't fully grasp what more it was he wanted from her. Not yet.
He answered finally as he gave her hand a squeeze, knowing he had to say something, even if the truth wasn't clear.]
I don't rightly know, exactly. But—
[He sighed, eyes still closed.]
But I wouldn't change you to be more like those girls. I, um. Rather prefer you stay how you are now.
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Date: 2012-02-06 07:56 am (UTC)[That was the only way she could take his response. It must of been an implication to the way her physical appearance had been heavily destroyed. As she thought on the scars, she recalled the ones Sniper carried on his back from his several backstabs from the BLU Spy.
It hit her.]
Everyone likes different things. Really different things. I always thought there was only one standard of feminine beauty, and that was my mother.
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Date: 2012-02-06 08:36 am (UTC)[Thankful she seemed to understand— he didn't want to have to clarify what he thought any more than he already had, as he wasn't sure of the entire picture himself— Sniper gave her hand another squeeze and a light tug in his direction, hoping she'd lie down beside him.]
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Date: 2012-02-06 02:29 pm (UTC)[Pyro got the message and proceeded to lay down on her side of the bed. Realizing the sudden chill in the air, she looked down and remembered just how unclothed she had become after that incident.
Attempting to remain calm, Pyro shoved her free arm around her chest and looked up at the ceiling.]
There's a difference between being manly and being horrifying.
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Date: 2012-02-06 05:07 pm (UTC)[He could feel himself caving to exhaustion: the amount of walking he'd done with his injured frame, combined with the events of the last couple of hours, had left him completely worn; it was difficult to open his eyes and keep them that way for long.
He glanced at her beside him before closing them again. It was evident she was cold- he was as well, his shirt having been abandoned on the floor. He slipped his arm around her, pulling her to him, her bare skin against his warming him instantly.
He couldn't have her, shouldn't have her... but with what little control he still had, he was determined to satisfy that itch in some way. Just having her beside him would have to be enough.
And as strange at it seemed to him, he found it was. It was a physical desire, he told himself. Nothing more. Perhaps he didn't want her as badly as he'd thought in the heat of the moment- that, or she satisfied something else in him just by being there. She calmed his nerves, her frame familiar, even if unclothed this time. It wasn't a major change in their routine, but it was enough to make him flush again.
He pulled her to him tighter, drowsiness in his voice.]
I'm just glad you don't have a moustache.
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Date: 2012-02-06 06:06 pm (UTC)[As she got pulled closer, she found herself inwardly becoming very giddy at the affection he was showing her so openly. Completely forgetting about hiding her bra, Pyro placed a hand on top of his head and began to stroke his hair gently with her fingertips.]
I was wrong when I say Sniper is cute.
[Though she still believed it, she decided to rephrase her previous decision of his looks to something more masculine.]
Sniper is very handsome. There's nothing you should feel envious of in this world. You have an accent most girls would melt hearing and you can be very kind when you open yourself up. I'm sure plenty of women like you.
Japanese people don't have much body or facial hair, that goes double for the women. I must admit, I am very confused by what your country finds attractive in a women. A moustache only belongs on men.
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Date: 2012-02-06 06:39 pm (UTC)Not that she didn't give him more than he'd gotten from anyone in his life, save for maybe his parents. He was fine being left alone most of the time, but when it came to her, it seemed he couldn't get enough. What it was about her that appealed to his personal greed, he couldn't decide; however, he knew it was there, always wanting more and more of her and from her.]
I've never been much for dealing with people, to be honest. That sort of behavior gets in the way of the job. S'just easier to be alone sometimes.
[He said one thing, but his body betrayed him; he pulled her to him, closing the small gap between them as he buried his face into her shoulder.]
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Date: 2012-02-06 06:51 pm (UTC)Squirming slightly as his face came into contact with her bare shoulder, she laughed]
Aah, that tickles! You're too scruffy!
[Even if she complained, she loved it. She had always adored men with facial hair. Not the Saxton hale type, but the way Sniper had his was nice.]
It comes with the nature of your job, I suppose. You're holed up most of the time unlike the rest of us.
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Date: 2012-02-06 07:35 pm (UTC)Well, usually kept himself from it. It was harder to control in Paradise where he no longer had the job as a viable leash, where he'd already lost so much that it pushed him to clinging desperately to what he still had. He had to adapt, but he was a stubborn thing, only changing if absolutely necessary. He liked who he was, and was well-set in his ways.
And yet, as he laid there with his arm around her, the scent of her skin captivating his senses, the feeling of that closeness relaxing him, he couldn't help but think of how things could be better.]
Right. Like you bein' in your suit.
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Date: 2012-02-06 07:59 pm (UTC)If I didn't wear the suit I'd be nothing but a skeleton with little burnt flesh pieces clinging to me.
[Her next words came out sounding guilty, as if she wasn't faithful enough to her beloved flames.]
I like fire, but I don't want to look that scary. Is that bad?
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Date: 2012-02-06 08:15 pm (UTC)It's not. It's just somethin' ya can't help sometimes when you're in the suit, but I s'ppose it's like you said. It's a part of the job.
[He swallowed, a knot in his throat as he thought of what bothered him. It was something he never wanted to leave that room, or even that moment, but he felt compelled to ask. The question was one he'd asked before, but in a very different context: whereas it had been laced with anger then, it now held uncertainty.]
What happens when we leave this place? If we leave this place, rather.
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Date: 2012-02-07 12:18 pm (UTC)I don't know what happens. I suppose the only way to find out is when it does.
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Date: 2012-02-07 05:31 pm (UTC)The idea that they'd return home and not remember all that had transpired in Paradise was somehow unappealing, despite that being what he considered the best scenario until that point. Things were different now, and he couldn't accept why.
His arm tightened around her.]
I don't think I want to know.
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Date: 2012-02-07 05:58 pm (UTC)Laughing, she hugged him back when he embraced her tighter.]
Ignorance is bliss?
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Date: 2012-02-07 06:04 pm (UTC)[His breathing deepened, muscles relaxing as he drifted toward the point of unconsciousness. Despite his body giving in to sleep, his mind was still at work. He was a little less intelligible when he spoke a few moments later.]
I'd rather... you just stayed.
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Date: 2012-02-07 06:16 pm (UTC)Stayed?
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Date: 2012-02-07 07:02 pm (UTC)That didn't mean he didn't try as he pulled her to him again, eyes shut as he rested his head on her. He wanted her to stay with him in every sense: there in that moment, in Paradise, if they returned to Sawmill, and in some deeper sense he couldn't fully comprehend. Saying that much through a simple embrace, however, wasn't likely to be a successful endeavor.]
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Date: 2012-02-07 08:00 pm (UTC)Wrapped up in his warm embrace, it became easy for her to drift off into her own dreams. There was something safe and secure about those arms she had long forgotten from others in her past.]