YEAH BOY AND DOLL FACE --

[DENVER CARLOS HURLEY]

hold my heart
IT'S BEATING FOR YOU ANYWAY

He wasn’t even tired. Denny could have easily taken Annie home and gone to his own apartment a few blocks away, but he didn’t want to. He wasn’t tired, but he didn’t want to leave Annie. He didn’t think leaving her alone to wake up in completely different place than she’d fallen asleep. Besides, he’d already stayed in this room the night before, so what was the difference if he were to stay again for the day? He didn’t see a reason to go home, so he stayed. First, he’d put her down on the bed and sort of watched her for a few seconds. Denny didn’t want to feel like a creep, but he couldn’t help himself. He loved Annie, thought she was the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen, so his eyes couldn’t tear away from the sheer flawlessness of her physical appearance. Even if her body was adorned with scars and scabs from having been outside, Denny didn’t even take those in as flaws. He believed those to be some of the best parts of Annie, the parts with the most stories. However, Denver managed to pull himself out of the trance and head around the bed, sitting up on it for a few minutes with his head facing his feet.

What was he doing? Okay, he was sitting on Annie’s bed in her apartment while she slept (now that he’d thought about that, he didn’t think she’d slept at all in the past few days, but that was nothing new to him), but really what was he doing? Was he just fooling himself? Today, he’d be okay with what Annie had told him and what she didn’t need to tell him. Today Denver was okay knowing that Annie would fluctuate between being with him and being with him. Today, Denny was okay with keeping things strictly non-physical. Tomorrow though…..he didn’t even know. Denny wasn’t like Annie where he’d go from one emotion and mindset to another within seconds, but he could change over night. He’d been known to; one night he was the good, every-day kid that everyone loved to hang with at parties and the next night he was being whisked away to jail. One night he was Annie’s band mate, nearly freaking out and pulling out all of his hair because she was running late to a venue, and when she finally shows up, she’s way past tipsy but not quite at wasted just yet; the next night, Denny is back to being the best friend that’s truly in love with Annie, and the next morning he’s being told he professed his love for her to her right as he was between awake and asleep. So really, what was Denny doing?

That question burned into the back of his head. Actually, to be more accurate, it burned through the front of his mind all the way to the back, holding on to everything it could to answer its own inquiry. He could only think of a few things. First, Denver was indulging himself in something he didn’t even understand. What was love? Was it tangible? No, not really. Denny couldn’t describe love, but if someone asked him to personify it he’d only have Annie to use as an example, and that wasn’t exactly the best example to give. It wasn’t that Denny didn’t think so (he did), but no one would really believe him, or they’d think he was crazy. Second, he was lying to himself. What he could convince himself that he was comfortable today, he probably wouldn’t be tomorrow. Still, he’d stick to his word, because as uncomfortable as he might get, Denny was loyal. Third, he was causing an awful lot of crumbling this morning. First his dream, then Annie’s walls through her secrets….Denny wasn’t sure what was to go next. What would he destroy just while Annie slept? What would crumble around him as he stood up and walked outside to her balcony? Well, there was only one way to find out.

Denny stood up, headed to the other side of the room, and walked out to the balcony, but not before pausing in the doorway to look back at Annie’s sleeping form. He sighed before moving onto the outside portion of Annie’s apartment. The day was just as cool as the morning had been, but with a hint of hopefulness that it might actually get warmer. He didn’t think it would, but Denny was programmed to think negatively sometimes. Instead of dwelling on it, he did what he’d been dying to do since he’d woken up practically. He took off his jacket, then his shirt, then his pants – and yes, his boxer shorts – and sighed, glad that no one was out there watching him. He hated taking his clothes off in public but sometimes he’d shift and his vulture body would deform his clothing or he’d shift somewhere secluded and leave his clothing and never come back for anything – and right now he was running out of money to buy more clothing with. So he was reduced to nudity before shifting; without wasting any more time dwelling, that was just what he did.

His arms became wings, his skin being replaced with dark feathers. His dark brown hair became thin white feathers, and his muscular legs turned into shorter versions of themselves with talons hanging off the ends of his toes. For the first time that morning, he felt really himself. Completely himself. His beady eyes looked around, making sure no one was around still, and when he had confirmed that notion, Denny jumped and spread his wings. He didn’t go far though – just off the ground to the railing around the balcony. He thought about leaping for the closest tree, flying over everything and just being free again, but he stopped. Annie could wake up at any moment. His reminder kept him grounded; he just perched on her railing and watched for a while, looking carefully and closely, patiently for some sort of sign of life below. He hoped to find a mouse or something, maybe a good-sized gopher if they were even around, but nothing. At least, not for a little while.

Eventually, he found a little movement between the tall grass below, the very grass that was beginning to wither and die at the first sign of winter. When he looked closely, he thought he saw a patch of gray hair. Prey, was all that ran through his mind, but when the beast revealed itself on a lower patio, Denny realized that it was a rather large sized cat. He’d never stand a chance at killing and eating that thing; his search was a dead end for the day. Plus, he wasn’t really all that hungry; he was at this more for the game rather than the food then. So, almost mentally, he sighed and turned his feathery body towards Annie’s apartment. The inside of it felt warm against his coated body, inviting even. It tempted him out of his shifter form, and it won. He jumped down, once again, to the cold cement and let himself become a human again, quickly using his opposable thumbs to pull on his pants, shirt, and jacket again. He then headed back into the warm, homely room just as Annie was beginning to get off of her extremely comfortable bed. She stumbled a bit, so Denny took a few steps forward to be able to catch her before she fell flat on her face.

He knew she wasn’t drunk, but she was acting it. When she spoke, Denver just smiled slightly and sighed. “Yeah, I can tell.” Again, Denver wasn’t tired, but it was plainly clear that Annie was. She was all over the place, and not in her usual way. Literally, she was swaying as if she were on a boat or something, and her words sounded hushed and slurred which made them pretty much only audible to Denver because he was adapted to hearing even the slightest noises. Predatorily instincts were great, even outside of his vulture body. But then she was talking about his dream, and Denny nearly stopped. He would have completely halted all functions of his body and mind had she not leaned up against him, depending on him for support. Denny helped her up a bit, holding her against him mostly because she felt like dead weight, but also because she was holding him too. He just listened to her, tried to decipher what to say to her mumbling about keeping his world together. He wanted to tell her not to worry about it, that he could handle things himself, but Denny couldn’t bring himself to say it. First, he couldn’t. He could not physically keep both of their lives together, as well as their worlds; he could only protect one or the other and long ago he’d promised to protect Annie.

Second, no one had ever said something like that to him. Denver had never been told by anyone that they were willing to help keep his world together in one piece, rather than letting all of the pieces fall to the ground around him while the earth opened up and trees randomly lit on fire in a blaze that seared Denver’s dream-vulture-heart down the middle. Nothing and no one meant as much to him as Annie’s words did to him right there as, with the exception of Annie of course. In his appreciation, Denny nearly cried, but instead sucked it up and tried to stay strong. It was his instinct to want to stay strong, so he did as he replied to her question that came after the promise.

“Yeah, I’m staying. Don’t worry Annie, I’m not going anywhere.” At the moment, she had no clue how true that statement really was.





1641 -- OUTFIT -- annie/seren <3 -- i made it all but the lyrics go to pierce the veil because i love these lyrics for denny. -- eh a bit slow but i finally got to shifting denny so yay!

[ANNABELLE MARIE HURLEY]

i don't care if you're
CONTAGIOUS, BECAUSE I WOULD KISS YOU IF YOU WERE DEAD.

Just hearing Denny say that, that he would be there, soothed her to no end. It was a relaxing balm to her burns, it was the water to her fire. He put her at ease just be being there. She had some sort of notion that he would act as her personal dream catcher; which didn’t really make sense considering that she had the bad dream when she was in his arms. But that was okay, because he was Denver, and he was warm, and giving, and just wanted to be her crutch. Annie never would have imagined that someone would resign themselves to helping fix a broken soul like her. But she knew that once she wasn’t so broken, she would be worth the effort he had put in and she would love him back ten fold. Or so she hoped. Secretly she was paranoid that she would never make sense and then he would just grow tired and frustrating of trying. These thoughts came and passed so quickly through her sleep-drunken mind, though. Back in reality and out of her warped mind, she kind of stayed wrapped in his arms for a few more seconds and then nodded to herself, sighing lightly. It was like a teenager being told that the huge pop quiz they didn’t know about had miraculously been cancelled; a horrendous surprised that you were unprepared for suddenly vanished and in it’s place was a miracle. She wanted to plant a sloppy kiss on his face, but as soon as she got the idea she forgot it, which might have been for the better. She stumbled back to her bed blindly, her hands and feet looking stiff and unmmaluble. Once she was wrapped up in her sheets, though, she forgot everything else, and fell asleep instantly, this time to a dreamless sort of limbo that she preferred much more to the disturbing eccentricity that she had experienced a little while earlier.


She did sleep fitfully, however, tossing and turning with pillows flying off the bed and blankets going everywhere. She was a messy sleeper sometimes. Eventually she started to wake up, and she blinked a few times. She leaned forward, and looked at her room. It was dark, so obviously she had slept through the remainder of the day. She looked at the clock on her nightstand. 1:48. She’d slept almost fourteen hours. Wow. That was a lot, even for her. She rubbed her eyes, and threw back her sheets, slipping out of her bed and going into the bathroom. Annie turned on the light and when she looked in the mirror she was a little disheveled, but not bad. She took off her sweatshirt and then her socks, because they were still on and, while she didn’t mind sleeping in socks, she hated to walk around in them sometimes. Sometimes they were comfortable, sometimes they were just bothersome. She slipped off her tank-top, too, deciding to rummage through some draws for one of those humongous t-shirts that were made for whales. She was in a really good mood this morning/night. She wasn’t sure why; she hadn’t shifted in like a day, or eaten in like a day either. Maybe not eating made her happy. Or maybe just everything that happened with Denny. Denny. She stopped molesting her dresser and looked up kind of. Where was he, anyway? She needed to find out.


She stepped cautiously outside of her room, and listened. Yeah, normally she would not hear that kind of snoring. She walked over to the couch and peeked over, and lo and behold, there he was, with a cat on his stomach. She ran her hand down the cat’s back, and he stood up, like most felines tended to do. She smiled at it, and then walked around the other side of the couch, picking the cat up and putting it by Denny’s feet. She looked at him sleeping. Why was he sleeping? She wasn’t sleeping. She was lonely now. And in a really playful, good mood. Annie was rarely ever this happy, but with mood swings like her’s you know that eventually that wheel of fortune would eventually end on happy. And, lucky Denver, it had. Just so happened he was asleep when she was hyper. Oh well. She’d fixed that. And so she just kind of plopped on him. Violently. She draped her body across him so her legs were on his and she was stomach to stomach with him, her arms crossed against his chest. She sighed dramatically, and then poked his face. Multiple times. ”Dennnnveeerrrrrr,” she whined. And then poked him again. Harder. She wanted some attention right now, okay? What was so bad about that? Normally she was pretty calm and collected. After fourteen hours of sleep, though, you were bound to have some excess energy. ”Did you know you snoooore?”



813. OUTFIT COMING LATER. BUT, TROLOLOL, SHIRTLESS ANNIE PROBABLY HAS ON SOME REALLY SEXY BRA. LIKE LACEY. BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE I SHOULD TORTURE DENNY LIKE THAT. xDDD

[DENVER CARLOS HURLEY]

hold my heart
IT'S BEATING FOR YOU ANYWAY

Without much of a warning, Annie let go. Denny was actually okay with that. For one thing, she was starting to sag in his arms, probably from being so exhausted. For another, even if he had the capacity to hold on to her because of the muscles in his arms, she wasn’t going to wake up happily if she’d fallen asleep standing up. So he let her walk the short distance from his arms to her bed, watched her get in again, and watched her fall asleep once again. “Sweet dreams,” Denver mumbled, getting pulled in to the raw and powerful beauty he was looking at. He was stuck in place once again, but this time he actually let himself indulge in what he was seeing. He thought about walking over to her and touching her hair or something, but Denver quickly realized how creepy those thoughts were and turned around before he did something he’d later regret. Instead of staying on Annie’s bed again and torturing himself with a mental battle of ‘touch her’/’don’t touch her’, or even a torture of a whole day without anything to do, Denny walked out of the bedroom and tried to figure out what he could do for himself in Annie’s apartment while she slept.

He didn’t think she would mind if he touched anything, so long as nothing ended up broken or stolen. And Annie knew Denny better than to think he’d do either of those things; she’d trusted him with her biggest, darkest, deepest secrets in one day, why wouldn’t she trust him with her apartment while she slept?

So the first thing he went for was food. He wasn’t hungry when he’d spotted the cat from below, but he was hungry now, seeing as him and Annie hadn’t eaten breakfast and it was nearly noon by that time. He headed to her kitchen, looked through her fridge and wondered what he could at least snack on for the time being. He found a few pieces of fruit, some uncooked veggies, some leftovers from the night before, and a few boxes of things he wasn’t sure he could recognize. Hoping for the best, Denver moved on to a cabinet and found a heaping can of Spaghetti-O’s. He smiled slightly as he pulled the can out of the storage rectangle before looking for a pot to cook it in. Once found, the pot was filled with water before Denny let the O’s in to simmer for a while. He didn’t quite care if that was the right way to cook those or not because that was the way his mother had used to make him and his sister Spaghetti-O’s; this was the only way he’d eat them. So when they were finally done, Denver poured the contents of the pot into a small bowl, grabbed a spoon and a napkin, and rushed himself into the living room area of the apartment to eat.

Denny found the remote to the television and turned it on, rolling his eyes at the news. He didn’t care what was going on outside; Denver was too caught up in him and Annie to be concerned with what was happening around him. So he changed the channel while taking a bite of his food, savoring the flavor as he found a movie on HBO he actually wanted to see. Putting the remote down, he resumed eating while watching for about a half hour. By that time, his eyes were heavy and he didn’t know why. He’d just shifted a few minutes ago, he’d eaten to give him energy, and Annie was asleep. Why was he tired? He’d been the one to get a full night’s worth of sleep just the night before. Maybe it was just fatigue? He’d been through quite a lot in only a few hours already today, and maybe that had just worn on him? Either way, he wasn’t tired enough to fall asleep. His eyes just felt heavy and his mind was kind of blurry, but he could still focus on the television. To wake himself put a bit, Denver picked up his bowl and headed into the kitchen, putting it in the sink and pouring water into the small half-circle to keep the sauce from drying to the walls. When he turned the water off, he could hear Annie in her bedroom. She was throwing things, probably just pillows and shit, but still it was kind of odd to hear that. Eh, Denny thought, it’s probably normal for when she does sleep. With that, Denver just shrugged and headed back into the living room.

Throughout the day, Denver just simply switched from movie channel to movie channel. He’d gotten movies like Harry and the Hendersons and Ferris Bueler’s Day Off under his belt by dinner time, which surprised him not because of all of the movies he’d watched, but because he wasn’t hungry again. Usually, Denver ate almost on a schedule, but for whatever reason he wasn’t hungry around Dinner time. Actually, he was more tired than anything. Again, he was tired? Whatever, this time he could give in. This time it wasn’t noon and he hadn’t just woken up only hours before from a full night of sleep, regardless of dreams or nightmares. With that recognition, Denver turned the television off, took his jacket off and placed it over his shoulders as he laid out across the couch, and closed his eyes. Within minutes, he was dreaming again, but this time not about the world ending or fire or even flying. This dream was generic; Denver was running and didn’t stop, didn’t know what he was running from. He turned around and he thought he saw Annie, but something was off. Her nose or something was deformed, but when he looked again it was something else that was wrong. So he kept running until a large sum of shock woke him from his state.

He didn’t have time to open his eyes before he felt a presence in front of him, and it was poking his face. Repeatedly. That was when he heard her voice, and he wondered what time it was. When he peeped one eye open, he realized it was dark out, and so he thought maybe it was two in the morning. He didn’t know why he’d thought that exact time, but whatever the reason he wasn’t far off. “Annieeeee,” he moaned, still in a slightly sleepy condition. His other eye opened as he looked up and out of the front window, trying to figure out how long he’d really been out. When he stopped caring, Denver laid back down and rolled his eyes. “I do not!” he said in that defensive, yet playful tone people took when they’d insist they didn’t do something but they knew full well they did. Still, he smiled through it because hey, if Annie was in a happy/let’s wake up Denver mood, then Denny was going to be in the same mood for the time being. “What’re you doing up so early, Annie?” He looked at her finally, and realized…..she wasn’t wearing a shirt. Denny’s eyes opened wide and he forced himself to keep eye contact with her as he asked, “And why are you not wearing a shirt?”

Oh shit, he was in huge trouble with a shirtless Annie this close to him.





1231 -- OUTFIT -- annie/seren <3 -- i made it all but the lyrics go to pierce the veil because i love these lyrics for denny. -- omfg i hope that wasn't boring. :/

[ANNABELLE MARIE HURLEY]

i don't care if you're
CONTAGIOUS, BECAUSE I WOULD KISS YOU IF YOU WERE DEAD.

”Dennnnnnny,” she whined again, in a mocking tone this time, rolling her eyes. ”Who else would it be?” she stuck her tongue out at him. This was a weird mood for Annie, but she could get in them sometimes. She could be immature, and playful. You just had to get through all the walls, like a coconut. (Oh my god. Terrible analogy.) She ran her hand along his arm lightly for just the lack of something better to do. ”I slept, like, fourteen hours. I’m just really awake right now.” She pursed her lips and shrugged. She was really awake, and kind of hyper. But she didn’t really want to go out and do things. She felt a little blush creep up on her back as her train of thought continued on those tracks. She really just wanted to stay on this couch with Denny. And that feeling of loyalty and want was something she hadn’t felt before. And it added to the fear. She did love Denny, but the fear of loving him far outweighed her want to love him at this point. But love was still such a strong emotion that it kept her in place, because you couldn’t argue with a feeling like that. ”Besides, technically, I’m nocturnal.” Which was why she had fallen asleep at noon instead of riding it out to a later time of day to crash, like a normal person. But, honestly, since when had Annie been normal?


Annie didn’t think she would have realized her shirt was missing if Denny hadn’t pointed it out. She wasn’t really self-aware sometimes; some girls worried about showing too much, others showing too little. And, really, Annie was completely self conscious. Otherwise she wouldn’t be bulimic. It just… to say it wasn’t about how she looked would sound stupid, it wouldn’t make sense. But that’s really what it was all about. She shrugged, unconcerned. ”I guess I just forgot…” studying his face, she saw his evident discomfort and it made her laugh lightly. It was entertaining, to say the least. And she would play on that, because she found the comedic value there pretty worth it. And she liked that discomfort, because some part of her questioned why he would even have it. She was supposedly his now, right? Whatever the reasoning, she was still going to play a few mind games at this point, simply because she could.


She leaned back and looked down at her mostly bare chest, a movement that she knew pushed her boobs out; she did it like Oh, hey, look. I’m not wearing a shirt. But she knew quite evidently what she was doing, and it was funny to her, to torture him a little like that. Maybe it made him feel awkward, but when Annie was in this mood, and with Denny, she couldn’t feel awkward. She just felt really good. She crossed her arms on his chest and rested her head on them, so their stomachs were touching as she watched him with a bemused smile on her face. She raised her eyebrows. ”Why does it matter? Does it bother you…?” She laughed again. She felt completely at ease here, and so she just watched his face, soaking up the warmth that emanated from his chest. A lot of dogs liked to sit in front of fire places, heaters, and just generally cuddle with people. This was her equivalent, because, even if she was in this mood, Annie wasn’t too big on cuddling in general. But considering her normal philosophy of letting people touch her, this was a big step. She hoped he would realize that. (And some little part of her kind of wished that he would just wrap his comforting arms around her.)




627. WOW I FAIL AT LIFE. OUTFIT COMING LATER. BUT, TROLOLOL, SHIRTLESS ANNIE PROBABLY HAS ON SOME REALLY SEXY BRA. LIKE LACEY. BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE I SHOULD TORTURE DENNY LIKE THAT. xDDD

[DENVER CARLOS HURLEY]

hold my heart
IT'S BEATING FOR YOU ANYWAY

First, Denny had inquired what he’d been doing, but now the tables had turned. What was Annie doing? Yesterday she’d let him kiss her and now, in the wee hours of the early morning next day, she was all up on him. Honestly, the part of Denny that was just like any other guy wasn’t complaining. Here was this gorgeous girl up against his body, half naked at that, flirting openly with him. Well, this wasn’t just any girl. This was Annie, his Annie, the girl that he’d told himself only less than twenty-four hours ago that he’d take things slow with. This wasn’t like he’d just found an easy girl (which he wouldn’t do anyway) that sort of wanted to cuddle during foreplay or something. This situation was a whole different story; this was Annie, the girl who hardly let anyone touch her let alone…got this close to anyone. So, in a way, Denver was honored, but at the same time and on the same part of his personality, he was sort of weirded out.

It wasn’t because of the way Annie looked or her….lack of clothing, but rather the out-of-character actions she was taking. Of course it wasn’t about her physical look; earlier the day before he’d insisted she was beautiful in an attempt to keep her from continuing to torture her insides with bulimia, and twice that afternoon he’d stopped and stared as she slept. Obviously, Denver found nothing wrong with how she looked. What was freaking him out was the fact that she was all over him. First, he’d never really had to deal with girls doing this. Sure there had been one or two girls in high school that would take anyone as long as they were drunk, or there were those few girls that were just easy and flirtatious in general but Denver always just shot them down. He didn’t want to be like those jocks that would deal with one night stands or possible pregnancies in high school or what have you; he kind of just wanted to get through school and move on with life. So now, since that was kind of like the first time a girl was flirting with him – his girlfriend nonetheless- like this, anyway, he was sort of….caught in a trap. He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know how to do things so that Annie wouldn’t snap out at him or something; in general, Denny was just lost.

Because of this circle of endless mental wondering, Denny just went with it. That didn’t mean he was devoid of emotion; he was just not going to let himself sit there and freak out over something Annie was leading the way through. To try and keep things casual, Denver just rolled his eyes (again). He was getting into the annoying habit of doing that, which he knew he’d have to stop eventually. For the time being, it was all in good fun. “You would,” he said, trying to keep himself in check. He still had to force himself not to look at Annie’s chest, but it was slowly becoming increasingly easy. He sighed slightly just for the lack of things to say running through his mind. He was glad that Annie wasn’t in a mood, but he was sort of suffering on the inside. However, he was hiding it, even though he wasn’t too familiar with trying to do that. To try and end all of that, he closed his eyes for a few seconds, just trying to understand and register everything that was going on so early in the morning. “That doesn’t explain why you just plopped down on me before dressing yourself, but hey whatever floats your boat.”

Wow, Denver did you really just say that? Mentally, he was rolling his eyes. Was that the best thing that he could say? Well, even if it was because of the pulling his eyes away from her boobs thing, it wasn’t the most intellectual sentence he’d ever structured. He just let it roll off of his tongue before moving on to the next thing that was happening – which happened to entail Annie…..enhancing the size of her chest. Wow, she was making this extremely excruciating for him, and she was going to enjoy it. Denver knew she would; even though it was cynical in a quite humorous way. That was just Annie, and he’d have to just live with Just Annie if he wanted to just be her boyfriend. Wow, that’s a lot of ‘just’. Whatever, Denny wasn’t quite concerned with that. He was more focused on trying not to stare at Annie’s breasts, which was becoming even more difficult with whatever movies and motives she was using. With her question, his eyes lowered a bit into….not really a scowl but probably just a very straight look. He didn’t show too much emotion, but he changed that nearly instantly as he shrugged as if nothing was going on inside of his mind, while everything was going on in his mind.

“It’s not so much that you’re topless, but that you are topless.” He wasn’t quite sure his emphasis on the second You made all that much sense, but he just didn’t focus on it. Instead, he felt like kissing Annie because hey, she was there and she seemed like maybe she’d be in the mood for it. So he just moved closer to her, putting his arm around her tiny waste as comfortably as he could. It was really hard to keep his hands to himself, but in Annie's mood he didn't think she'd mind having his arms around her. He'd be a good little boy and keep them around her, so long as they were on her. Okay, no matter how that was said, Denver still sounded quite perverted, but his intentions were good and he really meant no harm to Annie.....ever. “But you’re comfortable so….that’s all that really matters.” He felt so cheesy saying that, but to be honest it was quite a cheesy saying. Denver didn’t care for too long though – he had Annie, shirtless, in his arms, and there was nothing in the world that would mean more to him than how close she was letting him get.







1043 -- OUTFIT -- annie/seren <3 -- i made it all but the lyrics go to pierce the veil because i love these lyrics for denny. -- OKAY DONE <3 i think XD

[ANNABELLE MARIE HURLEY]

i don't care if you're
CONTAGIOUS, BECAUSE I WOULD KISS YOU IF YOU WERE DEAD.

Annie pouted immediately; Denver wasn’t exactly participating in her little game. Here she was, just flaunting her self out because she felt like it, and he was calm, and cool. She could tell that there was resistance, but he was beating temptation pretty easily. Which was maybe for the better; because she was basically a tease and she knew that if he actually did respond to her teasing than he would be shot down. And maybe he knew it too. If there was one thing she hoped, it was that he knew was that this is as far as it would get, which kind of dealt with the teasing. She would kiss him, of course, but that’s just because he was so addictive. If it wasn’t so much fun she probably would never get that physical, just because it set her of. She wasn’t sure why stuff like that happened to her, but it did. It was so unnerving that she wanted to shake just thinking about. Although, here she was, laying on top of him in a bra and shorts, playing endless games with him simply because she wanted to. And she hoped he knew that she would only even play these games with him. Even if she had never met him, she was sure that no one would have filled this slot; it was made solely for Denny and him alone. No one touched her, whether it be an innocent brush (which wasn’t very good for when she was singing, or just anywhere in general where one second of physical contact could rile her into a fight with someone) or an embrace, she always immediately froze up. But with Denny, when he touched her or held her close he warmed her up, made her feel comforted. He made her feel so alive. It was like she was always feeling too alive, like she was strung out on some crazy drugs and didn’t even realize it until he touched her, and then she would grow a steady calm. And that’s why she could afford to be this way with him; because it didn’t hurt at all.


She sniffed condescendingly; even if he would not participate in her games she would still play them because she just wanted to. In Annie’s mind that was always the ultimatum, always the reason, because she wanted to. ”I do what I want. Maybe I meant to do this. You don’t know.” She said it like a kid that knew that they were wrong. It was more a funny statement than anything risqué or suggestive. “It’s not so much that you’re topless, but that you are topless.” She sighed, and rolled her own eyes, a little twitch that Denny had been investing in pretty strongly this morning. ”Well… I guess you’re right. I understand what you mean, is that I’m saying… I guess.” She had this bad habit of talking herself into circles when she wasn’t depressed, which was odd, she supposed. But then she got quiet after that, and blushed deeply, but she was already pretty tan, and it was pitch black in her living room, so she mentally crossed her fingers that he couldn’t see. ”But… it’s okay with you. It’s…. i-it’s alright. It’s not… scary.” whispered the former prostitute, being as quiet as she possibly could. She guessed it was entirely hypocritical to say something like that when she had been selling herself and letting anyone fool with her body. But it was entirely different, in her mind, at least. That had been a job, it had nothing to do with her personal walls and boundaries. And, besides, her walls had come up ten fold since her time in Boston, when she had been pretty relaxed. The time she had spent away from humanity as a whole had sharpened her social anxiety and made her paranoid and slow to trust anyone. But she had warmed up to Denny, and he made her feel unbelievably sane and safe, so it was okay. It wasn’t scary; although the idea of loving him fully – not in an intimate way, just dedicating her whole heart to him – still scared her shitless. She wasn’t sure when she’d get over that bad habit, but she hoped it would be sometime soon. She felt guilty for holding out on him.


He wrapped his arms around her and she just wanted to melt into his body. Just disappear, evaporate, but at the same time it was like he held together the seams of her body, he kept her grounded. How weird was it that she just liked him touching her? And she knew that sounded perverted, and it sounded so unlike her because she was so unwelcome to touch. But not to Denver, she welcomed his touch like a promising spring after a really dreadful winter. To be honest, she never had feared touch with him; even as friends he could rest his arm on her shoulder, give her big hugs and piggy-back rides when no one else could even shake her hand. He just was so open to her when he wasn’t with anyone else, and somehow he had drawn her in completely and she wasn’t even sure how to react. It was like a trap that she didn’t really mind. She couldn’t be angry that this had happened, and she was kind of experimenting with the idea of being grateful for his interventions into her cynical attitude. He had swallowed up a fair chunk of her insecurities and she hadn’t even noticed until now. And she noticed the weight that she had lost when she stopped wearing, she felt a lighter burden on her shoulders because of him. And all he could do was smile and say that her comfort was all that mattered, such a Denny-like thing to say. And she was starting to loose her fear, but it was still there in her core. Because if it wasn’t there she would have kissed him already.


She laid on top of him and rested her head on his chest, listening to his heart beat rumbling deep in his ribcage, felt it rumble through the core of her being. Ba-da-dum, ba-da-dum. She felt quiet then, her playfulness was over but she was still in this extraordinary good mood. Ba-da-dum, ba-da-dum. He just sounded so… alive. Her hand was by her head and she felt just life under her palm. She liked this feeling a lot. ”You sound beautiful.” she murmured. She wasn’t sure if he would follow or if she would just sound like some creep. Ba-da-dum, ba-da-dum. She lifted her head and cross her arms again so that her chin was resting on his chest and she could look at his face. He was beautiful, every last piece of him, from the comforting arms to pretty eyes, and dark hair and long legs and beautiful heart and perfectly imperfect soul, with the right amount of human with the right amount of dignity. And she got this giddy feeling in the pit of her stomach when she realize that all of this, all of him was her’s. It was surreal, but it made her forget about herself and all of her own problems, for the moment, anyway. It forced her to look at her biggest accomplishment, and that was the Herculean task of getting someone to fall in love with her.




1,235. PURDY GOOD THIS TIME. OUTFIT COMING LATER. BUT, TROLOLOL, SHIRTLESS ANNIE PROBABLY HAS ON SOME REALLY SEXY BRA. LIKE LACEY. BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE I SHOULD TORTURE DENNY LIKE THAT. xDDD

[DENVER CARLOS HURLEY]

hold my heart
IT'S BEATING FOR YOU ANYWAY

Beautiful? Denny didn’t really know what to say to that. He was beautiful? Wow, he’d had too many questions for the day. He really shouldn’t be questioning Annie; it was because of her quirks and the way she wasn’t like other people that he loved her. He didn’t need to be questioning what she was saying, not even if it was about him and he didn’t quite understand what she meant by them. Honestly, he knew he should just go along with what she said, take it all in and let it register in his mind so he could essentially just enjoy it all. Still, the questions lingered, but he was able to not focus on them. Especially with Annie like this, and what with the hour of the morning, Denny found it easy to find way around the questions running through his mind. There would always be questions, but that didn’t mean they always needed answers; like this question. Whether Denny really was beautiful or not, he apparently was to Annie, and even if there was answer as to why, Denver didn’t really need one. Just the words coming out of her mouth were enough for him to be content.

For a few seconds that felt like moments, Denny just kind of laid there with Annie on top of him. He looked at her, but really what else was there to look at? Besides that, what was as worthy of his attention as Annie was? Nothing in her apartment, that was for sure. Nothing really added up the way him and Annie did, which meant one whole hell of a lot to Denny. He could stare at her for hours, probably had at one point or another, and he’d never get tired of what he was seeing. “If I’m so beautiful, then you’re absolutely gorgeous.” Cleverly avoiding the word ‘flawless’ was intentional; it was early in the morning and Denver was in no mood to get into a debate over how she was anything than flawless. He’d rather just say that she’s gorgeous, because she really was so he wasn’t lying, and keep them in this calm, almost quiet mood. He didn’t think his words would make all that much of a difference anyway; Annie would probably act like she didn’t even hear that compliment and go on talking to him. Either way, Denny would just enjoy the feeling of having her touching him.

There were so many songs and poems and stories about how love felt, but Denver never thought anyone had ever known what a love like his and Annie’s was like. There were so many songs about electricity and stories about electricity and whatever about electricity between lovers, but Denver knew there was never such a feeling as the feeling of Annie touching him, of him touching Annie. There was nothing in the world like it. He wanted to say something about it, but he didn’t want to go too far at the same time. Instead, he just held Annie close to him, as close as space would permit. He moved some hair out of her face before pushing his own head up towards hers to place a small, soft kiss on her cheek, hoping he wasn’t being too forward. He didn’t necessarily think he was, because after all it was just her cheek. Plus, she was his and hers and she hadn’t seemed to mind kissing at all the whole day, so Denver didn’t worry himself over her cheek. In fact, he let himself smile because he had moved to kiss her cheek, and when she put her head flat against his chest he just lightly rubbed the skin he could reach without moving any faster or slower, more north or more south as to keep her from freaking out.

For a while, he didn’t know what to say. He was speechless, honestly. His (technically) girlfriend was laying with him on her couch in a very…tempting lack of clothing, and she wasn’t in a mood that he felt he needed to talk her out of. For once, she was easy to handle – not control, but handle. She was just….easy going. She wasn’t the girlfriend Denny was going to settle for, but he’d take as much calmness as Annie would dish him out. What could he say about that that might come out right? Not much. In fact, everything that came into his mind would only come out odd or rude or just not right, and there was no way Denver was going to let himself ruin a moment so pure and so…amazing. He wasn’t about to give all of this up for a simple attempt at a crappy compliment. Because of that, he stayed silent. He breathed in and out and kept his mouth shut, except to sigh in his usual rhythmic patterns every few minutes or so. He just relaxed and almost fell asleep again, but forced himself to find something to say so he wouldn’t, so he could savor the moments that they spent this way.

“You know, I could be shirtless too,” he chose to say. It was a joke, and it was obvious in his voice. It was one of those jokes where he’d said it to break a silence, a joke where he knew Annie would just roll her eyes and slap him playfully (hopefully, anyway. She wasn’t like other girls and so Denver never really knew what to expect). Of course, he chuckled and resumed speaking with a short, “Only kidding though.” Well, if Annie said otherwise Denver wasn’t going to object to taking his clothes off, but if Annie wanted him to keep his shirt on, he’d keep it on. He’d never do anything to set her off, at least not intentionally. “You look better shirtless than I will, believe me.” That was meant as a compliment, not as a flirtatious comment thought it could have easily been misconstrued as one. Denny just waited to see Annie’s reaction to what he was saying to find out the final verdict. If she took it the way he’d meant it, she wouldn’t suddenly change moods and sit across the room from him again. Otherwise, the latter example would quickly become a reality, and Denny was trying to avoid just that.

He sat in silence, waiting for what would happen. For a little while, he sat almost too still, like a statue or something. He was good at that after practice in his vulture form, but right now it seemed almost unnatural. Still, his smile didn’t fade and he kept quite a happy demeanor. He shortly thought of how much of a contrast this was between them from the former morning, where Annie had punched the lights out of that blond kid and Denny had nearly killed him. Now, they were both calm and happy and quite flirty, whether they really knew it or not. That thought alone let him relax a bit, and the stiffness (but not tension) in his muscles let up just enough for him to be comfortable again. “Either way, this is a perfect picture to me. I don’t ever expect perfect, but when it comes around, we both seem to enjoy it.”



1206 -- OUTFIT -- annie/seren <3 -- i made it all but the lyrics go to pierce the veil because i love these lyrics for denny. -- this has been such a long day so i hope you like it :)

[ANNABELLE MARIE HURLEY]

i don't care if you're
CONTAGIOUS, BECAUSE I WOULD KISS YOU IF YOU WERE DEAD.

Denny was talking too much for once. He was going on and on with his kinda of perfect voice talking about kinda perfect things that right now Annie really just didn’t want to hear. He talked about shirts, and togetherness, and comfort. Which was odd, because Denny really rarely ever said much, her normally just listened to Annie talk herself into circles. Oddly enough, it irked her a little, because after she had relaxed so quickly she wanted to stay that way. Normally she would have liked to hear what he had to say as a change of pace from hearing herself talk, or hearing herself sing. But tonight it just rubbed her the wrong way; but hey, things always tended to change quickly like that when she was involved. She went from volatile and awake to relaxed, peaceful, just when his arms had wrapped around her. (Some little part of her was still in awe that he could do that, but a larger part was being lulled by it, so it didn’t matter.) She liked her peace, and she liked Denny, but she didn’t like that he was disturbing this peace. She waited for him to finish talking, and then placed a finger against his lips, which looked awkward and childish because of the way she was laying. ”Shh.” she muttered, and then just leaned her head back on his chest and closed her eyes. She wasn’t tired, and she wasn’t going to fall asleep. She just wanted to listen to him breath. She didn’t need all the words, and compliments that she didn’t care about, because he could compliment her all day long and it really wouldn’t change anything. She just wanted to be with him. And that was what she was doing, and it was great.


But really, the offer of him being shirtless was really good. Just imagining it right now felt so nice that it was kind of embarrassing. She was surprised she had passed that offer of his up. She kind of just wanted to run her hands under his shirt, now, but that would be way more sexual than she would want it to be, so she would keep her hands to herself and just keeping doing her thing, just listening. When his chest inflated with a breath she rose a little bit, and then sunk when he exhaled. Was it just her imagination, or was he holding her tighter than he had been a bit earlier? She wasn’t going to complain though, because she liked it, his warm arms locking around her like that. It felt protective, it felt nice to her, it had this possessive edge that she absolutely adored, oddly enough. Just to know that she meant that much to someone that they would want to hold her like that was amazing and made her feel a little extraordinary. But none of this showed; she twitched her lips, eyes still closed. The urge to talk was overwhelming, and she kind of wanted to sing, a little too. But, even if she knew what to sing, it would seem taboo after she just told him to, more or less, shut up. So she occupied herself by tracing little paisley patterns on Denny’s forearm, wanting to hum but her mind still devoid of a tune. She sighed quietly.


She lifted her head back up, still quiet, just watching Denny. She really wanted to kiss him again, and she had the ghost of his lips on her cheek, and she just wanted more, like she always tended to do when she was with Denver. And so she gave in, and leaned forward, slipping her hands under his head and sliding her arms around her neck and just kissing him. It was random, but Annie like it a lot. Being Annie, she didn’t really think about the consequences about doing this, because… in this position, with so much sexual tension there… it could easily push Denny off the edge which would cause Annie to snap, and just be a chain reaction that they both would regret so much, later, and cause a lot of ill-will against themselves. But she couldn’t really think about that, because when she kissed Denny she just got so caught up in it, caught up in him.





717. IDK. OUTFIT COMING LATER. BUT, TROLOLOL, SHIRTLESS ANNIE PROBABLY HAS ON SOME REALLY SEXY BRA. LIKE LACEY. BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE I SHOULD TORTURE DENNY LIKE THAT. xDDD

[DENVER CARLOS HURLEY]

hold my heart
IT'S BEATING FOR YOU ANYWAY

Everything was just…..so great. Denny was completely optimistic, of course with his usual slightly pessimistic ‘What If’ undertones, but he was keeping his hopes up. Not high, but up. As long as Annie was going to be like this, Denny was going to be happy and touchy (minus the feely). There wasn’t any reason not to be, considering only the last twenty-four hours had been a fluctuating roller coaster of emotions and words and physical movements. Everything had become confusing then clear then confusing again until finally a big blast of clear before the two of them had fallen asleep, so this was a nice change. This was the kind of thing Denny expected of every couple, even if him and Annie weren’t like every other couple. They weren’t the snuggly type of couple, at least not most of the time, and most couples didn’t consist of a bird and a dog that played music together. Most couples would sit around holding hands and making out in public, and though they had only really ‘gotten together’ (for lack of a better term) yesterday, they didn’t do those things. Well, other than holding hands; Denny and Annie had both managed to subtly do that in public even when their feelings for each other had been tucked into their own minds and they were just friends in a band.

What made things better was the prospect of his kiss. Of course that made them sound more like a fairy tale then they’d ever be, like Denny was prince Charming (yeah, like that would ever happen) and Annie was the princess that needed saving from the Charming Prince. Well, not so sadly that wasn’t their case. Those stories were nice and all but Denny was in no way a prince, and the word Princess just didn’t seem to fit Annie too well. Their story wasn’t a fairy tale, even if there was no doubt that magic was a huge part of what they were. It wasn’t Practical magic, just the sort of magic that shifted biological genes to turn Annie and Denny into animals. Still, even that didn’t make their story perfect like all of those Disney movies his mother and sister forced him to watch when he was younger. There had never been a felon for a prince before, what made Denny think the rules would change just for him and Annie? Nothing, and he knew nothing would change, so he knew that he was Just Denny and she was Just Annie and they were Just Together regardless of rules or people or society or whatever.

They belonged to each other, and even though he didn’t think he’d say it, Denny knew it deep down in his heart. He’d never felt this way about any person, place, or thing before in his entire life. But as soon as he’d met Annie, everything had changed for him. His once extremely low self esteem (due to his time in prison) grew, but not so much as to make him cocky and degrading of people below him (there weren’t many people below a felon anyway). The feeling that he’d never find anyone that would listen, never find anyone that would care about him because of his past totally deserted him the instant he’d even seen Annie. By some force he’d never felt ever before, he knew she was the one girl, the one person he’d want by his side for the rest of eternity. In this life, in the next life, in the next world, wherever; Annie was the girl he wanted always, in every circumstance and every situation. Annie was the one thing in his life that was a constant, whether or not her moods or their time together or apart was constant. Constantly, forever, Annie was the one thing Denny could always depend on in one way or another.

That was odd to think though, because if you thought about it Annie wasn’t the most dependable person ever. She was all over the place and to many around Cape Cod she was just plain crazy. He’d heard a few people behind him at some stupid coffee shop once talking about how they swore she was on some sort of amphetamine, but Denver just ignored them. He knew the truth, and even if he was the only one that knew the truth he knew Annie would be okay with that. She wasn’t around to please other people, except maybe through her vocal styling’s while they played a show. Annie didn’t care what others thought of her, at least that’s what Denny concluded. She was like him in that way; neither of them really paid attention to other people’s opinions anymore. They were different in that Annie was her own person because she didn’t care, but Denny didn’t care because he gave himself enough shit over his past that he didn’t really have any room to care about anyone other than Annie and his own opinions. Still, despite her strength in that department, she still wasn’t dependable to most other people – and still yet again, Denny wasn’t other people.

Stopping his thoughts was the feel of Annie’s finger on his lips. Of course he’d been talking too much and hadn’t even noticed. He would end up doing something like that; trying not to ruin the moment while actually ruining the moment. That was sort of Denny’s nature – destruction. He’d destroyed his future when he’d gotten into his car at that party; he’d destroyed his self image in prison; he’d destroyed his whole world when he’d been released from jail and only his mother and sister would speak to him. He would end up unintentionally destroying the perfect moment of the perfect morning after an extremely imperfect day. At first, he went to apologize for his rambling, but he didn’t; he kept quiet and just savored the moment. But then Annie had turned her face and, almost without any warning (almost because Denny had just kissed her), planted her lips right onto his. It should have turned him on, it should have……well, stiffened certain parts of his anatomy. But it didn’t. He almost freaked out, like maybe he was sick or defective or something, but then another thought occurred to him.

Love wasn’t always about sex. Love wasn’t even always about sex appeal. Love was about being in love and acceptance and just being with someone and always wanting to be with them. Love didn’t have to be making out leading to another thing; love could just be what they had. Denny was okay with that, actually more okay. Anything farther than this and he knew Annie would have pushed herself off and run away. Instead of even worrying about that, Denver just…..simply kissed Annie. She was his and he could, and she was already kissing him. So he kissed her back. And he loved it, he loved her. Her lips were like……morphine wasn’t right, no matter how much Kill Hannah said so. Her lips were like flying though, something familiar and something that always filled Denver with a huge sense of home and lightness. Her kisses were like the sky, always bright above the clouds and always inviting to him – only in Annie’s case they were inviting when she permitted, but she was permitting now so the thought was still valid. In any case, Denver knew that this was love (or as close to Love as he was ever going to find).




1247 -- OUTFIT -- annie/seren <3 -- i made it all but the lyrics go to pierce the veil because i love these lyrics for denny. -- omfg practical magic is so sad right now but anyway yeah there it is!