WARNING: lots of emotions from my emotionally-wrecked children, both good and bad (but mostly bad coz they're so screwed up..) You have been warned.
"Jazzy? Nic? Alek? Anybody here?" The lone voice echoed in the silence. It's owner sighed when no response came and readjusted the straps around her shoulders. They connected the pack comfortably between her shoulder blades, allowing her to fly without the pack disrupting the rhythm of her wings while in flight.
Dr. Xian had to be asleep in his private quarters below, Emily assumed, as he would be the only one at the HQ until the others returned from their missions. Almost the only one, the seventeen-year-old corrected herself as she passed the sick bay and paused.
Inside her sister, relative by law since the girl had taken the legal name "Emily Weston", lay motionless on the only occupied cot of the infirmary. In the chair by her side, as he had been since discovering his girlfriend's condition, was a dark haired boy with hunched shoulders. Bentley's head was bent as if he had fallen asleep, but as Emily approached, he straightened and cast a glance her way.
"Hello," she greeted, feeling somehow guilty for disturbing the somber peace in the room.
"Hey."
"You're here." Emily immediately felt ridiculous for voicing the obvious. But Bentley's solemn expression, the dark circles beneath his eyes and strain in his features, left her at a lost of words. He appeared so defeated Emily felt an ache in her chest as if her heart were breaking for the distressed boy.
She was aware Bentley spent hours here by the unconscious girl's side, seemingly in effort to will her awake by his mere presence. Emily had caught him speaking to Aryess is a low voice. Maybe she couldn't here him, maybe she could, but Emily was sure the blonde could feel his love even in her deep rest.
"She'll wake up." Emily was jerked from her thoughts at the sudden words. Bentley was facing toward his girlfriend once again, and she was uncertain whether he was speaking to her, Aryess, or just speaking the words aloud. "We've been through worse," he added. We, she thought, feeling another pang of sorrow. He said we because he and Aryess are as one.
"She will," Emily agreed without realizing she was going to say it until after the words had escaped her lips. She was proud of the firmness in her voice despite the tornado of emotion rattling her inside. Please, Ary, she added silently. If for no one else, wake up for him. He needs you. We all do.
She blinked her eyes quickly and quickly turned, uttered a goodbye, and left the sullen infirmary before the tears had their chance to escape. Though Emily doubted Bentley had notice her departure, or even her arrival fully to begin with, as his eyes, ears, and soul were only for his love, Aryess.
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The heated-adrenaline had been long spent on the journey back to the base from the sea. The dazed feeling had seeped away as well, leaving a new anger free to boil his blood. This one was a genuine sense of loathing, more natural than the anomalous surge of rage that had overtaken him an hour ago. And this time it was not externally aimed, but internal.
You’re supposed to protect each other. A promise, an oath he had taken. [/i]Where were you when she needed you?[/i] The deck of the ship, shooting the Reverse serum into his veins. Alek looked up to meet the icy-blue eyes reflected back at him. They were empty of remorse, yet 20,000 leagues deep with accusation.
Where were you when our sister needed you?
The mirror glass chattered under his fist. The miscreant eyes fell away, leaving behind only the stinging pain in his hand.
“Alek? You okay?”
The boy quickly wrapped his bleeding knuckles in a wash clothe. He inched the door open enough for him to see out, but not enough for anyone to see in. He smiled at the brown eyed girl.
“Yes, I’m alright.” Alek heard the false note his own voice. Tara caught it as well. her boyfriend had never been a very good liar.
“You sure?” she asked, her eyes scanning his drawn features. “You look pale.” Tara watched him shake his head slowly with a sigh of resignation. From behind his back he brought forth his left hand encased in a white towel inked with maroon. “Long day,” he admitted.
It was the brunet’s turn to shake her head, but in amusement, her lips tugging up with the same mirth. She slipped her hand gently into his and walked backwards, drawing him from the bathroom. Alek followed her willingly to the bed. As they sat back on the comforter, he surprised Tara by looping his arm around her and pulling her into his lap.
The familiar scent of her gardenia shampoo replaced the lingering smell of blood. She unwrapped the rag from his hand; like the light, soothing kiss of the breeze, Tara brushed her lips over the gashed knuckles.
Alek relished on the sweet burning trail the girl’s touch left behind. WIthout thinking, he turned his hand and tipped her chin up. Their lips met, gentle at first, but Alek soon found the inexistent distance between them an impossible breadth.
Tara responded immediately to the intensity with her own passion. Very little did it startle either of them when they later found themselves eye to eye, short of breath, Tara lying atop Alek with her arms wrapped around his neck and his fingers lace together compassing her waste. So close, so little between them, an unbreakable bond of their love.
"Jazzy? Nic? Alek? Anybody here?" The lone voice echoed in the silence. It's owner sighed when no response came and readjusted the straps around her shoulders. They connected the pack comfortably between her shoulder blades, allowing her to fly without the pack disrupting the rhythm of her wings while in flight.
Dr. Xian had to be asleep in his private quarters below, Emily assumed, as he would be the only one at the HQ until the others returned from their missions. Almost the only one, the seventeen-year-old corrected herself as she passed the sick bay and paused.
Inside her sister, relative by law since the girl had taken the legal name "Emily Weston", lay motionless on the only occupied cot of the infirmary. In the chair by her side, as he had been since discovering his girlfriend's condition, was a dark haired boy with hunched shoulders. Bentley's head was bent as if he had fallen asleep, but as Emily approached, he straightened and cast a glance her way.
"Hello," she greeted, feeling somehow guilty for disturbing the somber peace in the room.
"Hey."
"You're here." Emily immediately felt ridiculous for voicing the obvious. But Bentley's solemn expression, the dark circles beneath his eyes and strain in his features, left her at a lost of words. He appeared so defeated Emily felt an ache in her chest as if her heart were breaking for the distressed boy.
She was aware Bentley spent hours here by the unconscious girl's side, seemingly in effort to will her awake by his mere presence. Emily had caught him speaking to Aryess is a low voice. Maybe she couldn't here him, maybe she could, but Emily was sure the blonde could feel his love even in her deep rest.
"She'll wake up." Emily was jerked from her thoughts at the sudden words. Bentley was facing toward his girlfriend once again, and she was uncertain whether he was speaking to her, Aryess, or just speaking the words aloud. "We've been through worse," he added. We, she thought, feeling another pang of sorrow. He said we because he and Aryess are as one.
"She will," Emily agreed without realizing she was going to say it until after the words had escaped her lips. She was proud of the firmness in her voice despite the tornado of emotion rattling her inside. Please, Ary, she added silently. If for no one else, wake up for him. He needs you. We all do.
She blinked her eyes quickly and quickly turned, uttered a goodbye, and left the sullen infirmary before the tears had their chance to escape. Though Emily doubted Bentley had notice her departure, or even her arrival fully to begin with, as his eyes, ears, and soul were only for his love, Aryess.
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The heated-adrenaline had been long spent on the journey back to the base from the sea. The dazed feeling had seeped away as well, leaving a new anger free to boil his blood. This one was a genuine sense of loathing, more natural than the anomalous surge of rage that had overtaken him an hour ago. And this time it was not externally aimed, but internal.
You’re supposed to protect each other. A promise, an oath he had taken. [/i]Where were you when she needed you?[/i] The deck of the ship, shooting the Reverse serum into his veins. Alek looked up to meet the icy-blue eyes reflected back at him. They were empty of remorse, yet 20,000 leagues deep with accusation.
Where were you when our sister needed you?
The mirror glass chattered under his fist. The miscreant eyes fell away, leaving behind only the stinging pain in his hand.
“Alek? You okay?”
The boy quickly wrapped his bleeding knuckles in a wash clothe. He inched the door open enough for him to see out, but not enough for anyone to see in. He smiled at the brown eyed girl.
“Yes, I’m alright.” Alek heard the false note his own voice. Tara caught it as well. her boyfriend had never been a very good liar.
“You sure?” she asked, her eyes scanning his drawn features. “You look pale.” Tara watched him shake his head slowly with a sigh of resignation. From behind his back he brought forth his left hand encased in a white towel inked with maroon. “Long day,” he admitted.
It was the brunet’s turn to shake her head, but in amusement, her lips tugging up with the same mirth. She slipped her hand gently into his and walked backwards, drawing him from the bathroom. Alek followed her willingly to the bed. As they sat back on the comforter, he surprised Tara by looping his arm around her and pulling her into his lap.
The familiar scent of her gardenia shampoo replaced the lingering smell of blood. She unwrapped the rag from his hand; like the light, soothing kiss of the breeze, Tara brushed her lips over the gashed knuckles.
Alek relished on the sweet burning trail the girl’s touch left behind. WIthout thinking, he turned his hand and tipped her chin up. Their lips met, gentle at first, but Alek soon found the inexistent distance between them an impossible breadth.
Tara responded immediately to the intensity with her own passion. Very little did it startle either of them when they later found themselves eye to eye, short of breath, Tara lying atop Alek with her arms wrapped around his neck and his fingers lace together compassing her waste. So close, so little between them, an unbreakable bond of their love.
