my boy builds coffins

[alice1]

MAKE IT COUNT WHEN I'M
the one who's selling you out,

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Seth walked through the door of the small shop. He hated his job so much. Almost as much as he hated his mom. But that was a little much. Seth didn't think he could hate anyone more than he could hate his mom. That was a lot of hate. He didn't even want to think about her for to long. It pissed him off just thinking about it. He had much rather live with his dad for the last couple of year. Maybe grow up in a nice functional family home, minus the mother. But it's not like he really needed one. His mom was basically a prostitute. And for the most part, Seth really hates them. He had been with his fair share of them, but it was a lot easier and cheaper to find whores who were willing to do it for free. But deep deep down, Seth kind of felt bad for them. It was a really small part of him and way deep down here. More of him hated them. He thought they were scum and they chose to be that way. And once Seth made up his mind nothing could change it. He was so hard headed.

Seth walked past the counter and to the back room. He got ready to start the rest of his very boring day. Working in an old antiquate shop was not in his list of things he wanted to do. It really kind of sucked. Hardly anyone ever came in, expect for old people, and tourist when it was the right season. But it currently was not. Seth expected to have a relatively normal and quite day. He had brought his iPhone to keep him occupied. He needed something to do, or else he was bound to fall asleep. Though out the day Seth played a number of different games and texted numerous people, updated his face book and twitter a couple of times and had gone though almost all of his music. Seth was getting bored very quickly. He was just praying for someone to walk though those doors and let him escape. Damn work. He thought to himself. Seth had never worked a day in his life. He want to parties and did shit. Shit that did not involve working for long hours a day at a boring job.

Seth walked around the small boutique. He walked over to the snow globes. He picked one up as he walked past it. Seth remembered when he was younger and his mom was off in some country. Seth remembered her coming home and giving him the small snow globe. It was most likely from the airport shop, but still he treasured it for awhile. He played with it for hours after he got it. In time the small bear inside broke off and started floating around. Aimless and not tied down. His mom told him to throw it away but he refused to. Seth put the snow globe he was holding down. After Seth found out about his mother's dirty little secret, the first thing he did was smash the globe against his wall. And that was kind of the way that he dealt with things ever since. Seth walked back behind the counter just as the bell over the door rang, telling him that a costumer had arrived. He got behind the counter before Seth looked over at them. A couple. He thought the word as if it was dirty. He was not a fan of seeing people in relationships.

Seth watched them as they walked in. He looked at the girl and instantly she looked familiar. Seth had the best memory around. He could normally match the girls face from where he cloud know her from. and then it clicked. It had been years ago but he still remembered her. She was a hooker at the time. She was also gorgeous. Seth remembered the one night with her like it was yesterday. He hated her the second he knew who she was. But still like before, he had this feeling deep down in his gut that he wished she had never done that. That she had cleaned up and wasn't still hooking. He hated that people did it more than he hated the actual person, but Seth couldn't tell the difference. His emotions and his head were totally disconnected. He thought with his head, even when it didn't always make sense. Seth figured that he should say something to her. He was no longer in a good mood, not that he was in a good mood to begin with. "How much did you pay for her? Seth said with a smirk on his face. He couldn't help himself. He was just a naturally born ass.

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[DENVER CARLOS HURLEY]

you're such a shit talker
AND EVERYBODY KNOWS IT

Perfection was something Denny knew didn’t exist. He knew it well; if it did, he’d probably still be in college, getting a degree in Recording Arts or something. But he wasn’t, and to him that was enough to keep him in check and never expect perfection out of anything. This….situation that he and Annie were in was no different of a circumstance; he didn’t expect Annie to be perfect and he didn’t expect what they had and what they were going to get themselves into to be perfect. He was going to be patient because he knew this wouldn’t be perfect, and therefore he’d try and be the best….boyfriend (?) that he could be. He would take care of Annie and be her crutch, but he wouldn’t be those asshole guys that forced their girls into doing things they didn’t want to. Denny wasn’t like that regularly, though contrary to popular belief. No matter what, he’d do whatever he could to keep Annie happy and stay on her good side.

Plus, the thought of anything too physical kind of honestly scared him. Sure, he was a twenty-two year old man with mostly normal wants and needs while he was a human (minus the effect of constantly wanting to be in his shifter form, of course), but Denny hadn’t ever had a real relationship. Not a real one, where he felt so emotional over one girl anyway. He’d never really taken his clothes off for a girl before, never had anything too serious, and if things did get serious he either didn’t remember it or the relationship had ended before things got extremely physical. To be honest, Denver was the kind of guy that would rather just hold a girl’s hand, tell her she’s pretty, and kiss her rather than get ‘down and dirty’, for lack of a less derogatory word. Even that phrase gave him awkward chills, so really Annie had nothing to worry about. They’d go on being…..together, mostly like they had before but with a little more intimacy – only to an extent that Annie was comfortable in, of course – and everything would be alright. Maybe; this was all just what was going through Denny’s head. Whether it would really happen or not was a different story, but he kept his hopes almost a bit too high.

Denny sighed at what she said though. He didn’t blame her, not immediately at least. To him, that was a way out of feeling sorry, but obviously that wasn’t so to Annie. In a huge way still though, he understood her way of thinking. The girl Denny’s sister had hit all those years ago blamed him then, her family had blamed her then, his own sister had even blamed him then because he’d taken the blame on his own conscious. Now, however, the girl didn’t blame him. She’d gotten over it, her leg healed, and she could successfully walk again. Now, everything and everyone except for Denny had all but forgotten about the accident. Now, he was the only one blaming himself, and he probably would forever. Still, despite all of that, he didn’t blame Annie for anything she’d done to him, but he understood why she would be sorry. It had, after all, seemed like he’d been blaming her just moments before, but really he just needed a scapegoat for his emotions. Sometimes, even the most amazing guys were jerks, and that was just Denny’s way of being a jerk, as much of an excuse as that wasn’t.

He listened to her promise, taking redemption off of his mind for now. He needed to get out soon; all of these human emotions and thoughts were just engrossing him into a state that he didn’t want to be in right now. Even being outside in his human form would work at that point. So he followed her out with a huge smile on his face, but not a cocky smile. The smile Denver wore now was one of a man that was so in love with what he had going for him, that he’d go out looking like a fool because of it. Sure, he remembered exactly what had gone on right before him only moments ago, but none of that mattered. What mattered was that he had Annie, Annie had him, and they were going to try and make this work. They didn’t need physicality to show they loved each other; all they needed was the recognition that they understood and still loved each other beyond their perfections and flaws. With that, they were gone.

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Why were they in some antique shop? Denny couldn’t remember the thought process that had gone on to lead him and Annie into this place, but it was whatever to him, really. At least they were out of Annie’s tiny, crowded little apartment. They’d tried going outside, but it was freezing, and Denny knew he wouldn’t be able to stay outside holding Annie’s hand for too long. So they came into this store, and why this particular store he didn’t know, but that didn’t matter much. Actually, the antiques were nice to look at now that he was in the store; everything looked older than him, his mother, and his father put together, and all of it was just…..almost magical but not too much. To say the least, Denny was totally encompassed with the artifacts, ready to pick one up but too scared that he’d break it if he did. He didn’t even notice the blond guy working behind the counter in the empty shop.

He didn’t notice the kid even as he looked around the whole store, Annie’s hand in his still. Half of his mind was consumed with what he was seeing, the other half wrapped around Annie the same way their hands were intertwined almost. Nothing around him really effected him the way those two things did, so his mind stayed on them. He turned almost in circles just looking around, probably like a little boy. He felt like a little boy, anyway. Denny wasn’t sure what it was about the artifacts around him, but something in the air about them captivated and held his attention. That is, until the blond kid said something. Instantly, Denny’s attention was split, torn apart, and everything inside his head was focused on what the snotty-looking dude said. What did he mean by ‘pay for her’? Who was he talking to – well, wait. There was no one in the shop besides him, Denny, and Annie. But he couldn’t be talking about Annie, could he? Denver knew Annie had secrets and he knew, after this morning, that he didn’t know all of them, so he certainly didn’t know what the hell this blond kid was talking about.

“Excuse me?” Denny asked. He should have just ignored the comment and walked out of the store. His kid didn’t look any older than Denny but not much younger than Annie herself, so he was probably just some perverted frat kid working a part time job, trying to sleep with other guy’s girlfriends. Although, Denver wasn’t quite sure if girlfriend was the right word to tag to Annie for him, but he didn’t quite care about that right then. Instead of fretting over that bit, he took a step forward with a slight glare to his stare at the guy behind the counter. “Are you implying something?” Denny really should have just left, rather than sticking around to fuck with this guy. He should have taken Annie’s hand even tighter than he already had it and marched away, but no….his pride and the need to protect what was his kept him right where he was; sometimes he was such a vulture, even in his human form.

This was one of those times.


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[ANNABELLE MARIE HURLEY]

cause the truth is that

NO ONE TRULY KNOWS WHAT THE HELL YOU'RE GOING THROUGH

Little antique stores were like a guilty pleasure for Annie, something she’d indulge in rarely, whether it be to keep it sacred or just because she forgot. She could just get lost among all the shelves, all the cabinets of dust, each thing just a small, nostalgic fragment of someone’s past. Would Annie’s past look like that, one day? She wondered what she would leave; she didn’t have much to leave. She could think of intangible things she would leave, a touch on a heart, a scar in a deeper wound. She let her fingers trace the milk porcelain, small trinkets like wooden cows and little wooden horses with strings for pulling and wheels for rolling. She wanted childhood memories like this, even if she gave them up like these things’ owners had. She couldn’t think of any. The biggest she had was just her dad’s smile. She did love her dad, the only thing from her life that she might have loved and thought she was attached too. Someone who made her iced tea, and sang old 60’s songs with her, something she would have hated to do, but it was okay when she was with her daddy. And she didn’t know if she would see him again, and up until this point he had been the only constant in her life. And maybe that’s why it just scared her so fucking much that she was terrified to let go of Denver’s hand, like she might float away.

She stayed so caught up in her little world that she didn’t know who else was in the shop, until he felt Denny stiffen up beside her. She looked up from the small hummingbird she’d been admiring, with it’s ruby feathers and emerald breast, lavender tail feathers that streaked out like a one-shaded rainbow. She was surprised to see Denver look like that; despite popular belief, he wasn’t very big on confrontation, so she though. Excuse me? he said. Annie looked up at him, and then down, back tracking in her hearing, tugging at all the sheets that were her distraction, trying to pull them away from what they were covering, what the other kid had said. She felt like it was a memory, but her good hearing had somehow taken the thing he had said into account, and it was just a matter of seconds until she heard it. How much did you have to pay for her? She stood, shocked. Are you implying something? he echoed. Denver moved forward faster, confused, defensive. Annie just… didn’t have a reaction for the moment. She was a blank slate, unable to conjure words, conjure emotions, conjure thoughts. Shock, surprise… it drove it’s way deep into the vines of her body, and she just stood, watching the blonde. How did he even know? She didn’t remember him, but she didn’t really remember anyone. It wasn’t that she had a terrible memory, she just couldn’t be assed to make the effort to remember him.

Finally, oh so slowly, she made a decision. It had taken only seconds for the chain reaction to set off, working the gears of her brain into something productive, but to her it had felt like hours. She took a shaky step forward,her body hitching in an odd motion, like a pixely webcam or a delayed reaction. But maybe it wasn’t as bad as it felt to her, maybe it was just that her mind was moving so slow it made her movements seem awkward, and unnatural. But what she did next was all too natural for her, a nostalgic muscle memory that just spoke up for itself when needed.

Annie stepped even closer to the counter, dropping Denny’s hand in an effort to get closer to the blond. She swung her hand back, so far back that she thought her shoulder was going to pop out of it’s socket. She kept her fist straight, she just pushed it forward with such momentum, cutting through air and making it’s way towards a face. She wasn’t even thinking, just reacting. Wasn’t that how she always handled things though? She just didn’t know why today was so hard; she’d given up one of her secrets, one of her most prized possessions. She’d taken the high road, she’d done the right thing. Why was she being punished like this? Why did all of her secrets have to be spilled out today, as if this day hadn’t already been difficult enough? New emotions had sprouted all through her this morning and were still coursing and pounding hard in her chest; at this point, this shit just wasn’t fair. But it felt good to connect her fist to the demon’s face. It felt refreshing, relieving, relaxing to smash it up against his cheek, her knuckles hitting hard against his cheekbone, making a smacking pop for each of the four joints. The sound was gratifying, was beleiveable, made her feel a little better because it felt nice, it felt good. It was kind of almost up there with shifting and kissing Denver. ( Every time she even thought about that she just wanted to kiss him so bad, because the only thing that she loved more than kissing him was Denver himself and shifting.)

She swung back her other arm, fully prepared to hit the other side of his face when two arms wrapped around her tiny form and wrenched her back. Iron barriers holding her back against her target. Anger welled up in her, and she thrashed around like a fish out of water. Fury battered at her rib cage. Denver’s warm arms had wrapped around her middle and were pulling her back from assailing this shit head who had decided to mess with her. She struggled against him, ”Fuck Denny, let me go!” but it wasn’t to any avail. She struggled still, but even if she was some fierce fox bitch, it didn’t nullify the fact that Denver was taller and stronger than her, and that trumped determination any day.



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[DENVER CARLOS HURLEY]

you're such a shit talker
AND EVERYBODY KNOWS IT

Faster than Denny could even comprehend what was going on, this peaceful little antique shop turned into some sort of chaotic battlefield. Without him even really realizing it at first, Annie let go of his hand and turned into this rage-filled bottle of space; nothing was going to stop her until she got one swing, not even Denny, and Denver knew that better than (possibly) Annie. Besides the fact that he knew that, he knew that this guy with whatever he was trying to say to Denny really did deserve it. There was nothing Denny hated more than douchebaggy guys with nothing better to do than hit on girls (in more than just the flirtatious kind of way). Therefore, almost subconsciously, Denny watched as Annie walked away from him to the kid at the counter. He watched in a sense of out-of-body-out-of-mind as she pulled her hand back, and hardly even thought twice about her fist swinging back to hit the guy square in his pale face. As far as Denny was concerned, he needed some color to his skin.

He could tell, by the face this kid was giving Annie that the cashier wasn’t feeling the same way. Obviously, since he was the one getting his lights punched out. Denny wouldn’t like it either, but then again Denver would have never said such a thing about a woman. It didn’t matter if he knew her or didn’t; Denny was the type of guy that grew up with just as many girls as there were men and boys in his life; he knew how to treat a woman right regardless of any prior knowledge of her character. To him, Annie should hit him. She should get him fired, possibly press charges but then again, this wasn’t like his incident years ago. He didn’t care of this kid spoke about that – Annie was the only one that knew the truth behind the whole ordeal – but if this kid was going to talk about Annie like he knew something Denny didn’t (Annie hardly told Denny anything; why would she tell someone she didn’t know more than she’d tell him?), then he deserved what she would dish out to him and possibly more. Honestly, Denny should have been the one beating the shit out of this guy, but he wasn’t that type of guy. Sure, he stood up for the people he loved, but Denny already had a criminal record. He didn’t need to make it any worse by doing something he hated to do anyway. He’d rather just scream at the douche and walk out and –

Wait, is she going back for another swing? That was his queue; Denny wasn’t about to let Annie make the same mistake he had, only this time it really would be her fault. The difference between this situation and Denny’s was that he hadn’t actually run that girl over, but if he didn’t intervene now, Annie would probably go to jail for beating this kid to death. He might deserve a lot of things, but no one deserved to die if you asked Denny. So quickly, before Annie could pull her fist back far enough to give this guy another blow, he stepped forward with his arms out in a circular shape, ready to grab and pull at his brain’s command. “Shit, bitch! That fucking hurt!” the blond cashier cried. His words were a bit slurred, from the pain and a possibly fracture no doubt, and his hand was held up against the cheek Annie had just hit. He’d taken a few steps back and was keeping himself standing with his hand against the counter between himself and Annie.

Denny, with every bit of strength he could muster, wrapped his arms firmly around Annie’s midsection and pulled. He didn’t pull hard enough to ensue any major damage or pain, but with just enough force to back himself, with her in his arms, into the pole keeping the ceiling in place. Denny let out a short grunt from the sheer force of his work as the blond kid tried to stand straight. He grunted too, but out of pain, and there was an audible difference between him and Denny. However, that didn’t mean Denny pitied the fool; he looked from Annie, who had cursed him to let her go, and glared at the boy. “You should have kept your fucking mouth shut, asshole.” Denny was mad (because now he had actually registered what was going on), but he wasn’t about to let Annie go. He wasn’t going to let her get away and beat the crap out of some guy that didn’t even deserve her attention. He’d rather her just storm out of the store extremely mad at himself, shift into her Kalak self, run around for a little while and when she was calm later, call him so they could talk. Denny would rather himself just walk out of the store and leave this kid with a broken jaw.

Annie struggled against Denny, but he wasn’t letting go. He was stubborn, and each of his muscles perfectly executed that sort of feel. He didn’t take his eyes off of the blond guy - his words were circling through Denny’s head – but he held on to Annie with everything he could. He was not letting her go, and either she’d grow tired and fatigued of trying to fight him off, or she’d realize he wasn’t letting her go anywhere and she’d stop. “No,” was all he said. Denny didn’t need a reason for this; if Annie knew him she would know why he wasn’t letting go. This wasn’t a commitment issue or some sort of sick deprivation from his mother when he was young that caused separation anxiety. This was about keeping Annie from doing something extremely stupid, something that wasn’t even worth her energy. The first punch she threw was well deserved; her anger and deterioration of pride (due to the cashier’s comment) was well deserved and her execution of letting it out was equally so.

“Keep your cheap bitch in line!” The blond was standing now, but he wouldn’t be for long. Denny’s anger rose, as did his body temperature. This muscular arms, thanks in large part to his flying abilities in his vulture form, pushed his arms behind Annie and shoved to their right. He didn’t shove hard enough to make her fall on her ass, but hard enough to get her out of the way. This time, it was his turn to fuck this kid’s face up, and there was no way Annie was going to be able to stop him. With that, he charged for the counter and grabbed the kid by his tacky white collar and brought him face to face. They were so close, Denny could see the surprise, not necessarily fear though, in the kid’s eyes. The kid’s breath was hot on Denny’s face, but then again Denny’s probably was the same with a hint of fury back on the blonde’s pale complexion (which was growing pink from the rush of blood to the side of his face that Annie had hit).

“I’d fucking watch what you say before the other side of your face is shattered, asshole.” Denny couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this angry (maybe he’d never been in such a flurry of emotions), but he wasn’t about to be talked out of this. He was too fired up to have someone pull him away and tell him to leave – except for maybe the police. Them he’d listen to; they pretty much owned his ass as it was already. Still, as if to irk him on even more, the blond kid just smirked at Denny. This kid is gonna get it if he doesn’t stop while he’s ahead, he thought, not even taking into account what he was saying about Annie. He didn’t care about that at that moment; he just cared about this kid shutting his fat mouth and learning a lesson.



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[ANNABELLE MARIE HURLEY]

cause the truth is that

NO ONE TRULY KNOWS WHAT THE HELL YOU'RE GOING THROUGH

Annabelle would admit, she was a little scared when Denny got up in the blond’s face. He was so close, grabbing him by the collar, nearly hissing by his eyes. She was a normally fearless girl, and little things like that didn’t get to her, almost nothing got to her, she’d had a lot to shuffle through in her life and she would argue that it had not affected her at all (which was a blatant lie, because otherwise she would not be bulimic, nor have had a brief stint as a hooker). But something about that odd change in his demeanor was just frightening to her; the vulture she knew was quiet, resigned, dreadfully sweet, and very compassionate. He was like a lost puppy to her, but she never felt pity, she just felt like she belonged there with him. Easy going, easy to go along with. Not this angry thing that was hurtling towards the demon. Sure, maybe this is what other people saw him as, or a drunken teenage degenerate, someone to be avoided, someone to whisper about, but she knew how far from the truth those well-established stereo types about her boy were. She knew that everything he believed about himself was a lie, because she was under the impression that she knew him better than he knew himself; mainly because he was seeing himself through everyone’s blood-tinted glasses. Annie wasn’t mad that he had held her back anymore, upset that he had pushed her to the side, or anything. On a normal occasion she would have been fuming, because no one decided what she would and what she would not do. But not today, today was different, it had been on almost every account. She was merely confused, questioning, as she watched him antagonize the other boy. It was new, it was weird, but it was intoxicating, because some little part of her liked this boy; the Denny that stuck up for her. No one has done that before, she thought to herself.

Cursing, that, too, was new. Hearing things like that from his mouth instead of educated, planned out sentences. Oh, the surprises just kept coming. But slowly Annie got over her shock and started to measure things out. Denny was threatening this boy. This boy was half Denny’s size; sure, he was lanky and bony as well, but he held the majority when it came to being built, muscular arms and just a lot of hidden power. That employee didn’t know what shit he had just stepped into. This wasn’t good. Her mind moved a hundred miles a minute, measure everything again, much more calculating. Was Denver on probation? She racked her mind, but couldn’t remember. It was almost a year, if not more, right? Two years? Dammit, why couldn’t she remember! Either way, this was not a situation he would want to be in, rationally speaking. She moved forward, placing a hand on his arm lightly. Other girls might have watched it play out, either selfishly or simply because they didn’t want some excess fury to be spilled on them. Annie, however, was not just a fierce bitch, but fiercely loyal, fiercely protective. She wasn’t about to let anything go on here would it could easily have been avoided. She was also aware that she should have applied the same thinking strategy to herself instead of just slugging the kid, but, hey, sometimes a girl’s just got to do what a girl’s gotta do.

She tugged on his jacket sleeve. ”Denver,” she hissed under her breath, her expression glowering. ”You and I both know you are much too good for this.” Anger still shook in her tone, but a controlled kind, like when a mother disciplined a poorly behaving child. ”We are going to leave now, right? Because neither of us wants to screw up, again, right?” Hissing again, through her teth, lips barely moving, composure breaking. She placed special emphasis on that word, again, because she knew it would convince him. And then she looked away and dropped her hand, because she was loosing that last grip on her sanity again. Two times in one morning, that had to be a fucking record.

Walking out of the antique shop, she looked the kid right in the eye, and pocketed the hummingbird trinket she had been admiring earlier, stuffing it in her jacket pocket. And then she walked out, small bells announcing her departure, waiting for Denny to follow her.

Annie sat on the curb, and wiped her eyes. She couldn’t believe this; they were welling over! She honestly couldn’t even remember the last time she’d cried, the last time she’d even come close to crying. And yet here she was, sitting on a curb, head between her legs and arms braced behind her head. She heard Denny sit next to her, but she couldn’t even acknowledge his existence; the blonde’s words just rang in her head. How much did you pay for her? She remember now, unfortuneatly. It had been such a short stint of time, she’d blocked it from her memory, she understood why she didn’t remember him, but she did now. And it made her sick to her stomach, absolutely sick, that the kid inside that store had ever touched her at all. And she had to lean her head forward more to keep from throwing up. Keep your cheap bitch in line! For the record, she hadn’t been cheap; she had been enough to keep a small apartment landlord at bay for almost six months. But to even say that in from of Denny? How could he! And that’s where she lost her last bit of composure, and the tears just welled out, and she couldn’t stop, and suddenly the seemingly unbreakable Annie was crying.

And soon she wasn’t just crying, she was absolutely bawling, and shaking, shaking so bad. Her body naturally wanted to shift, just because that was it’s response to anything. Happy, shift, sad, shift, upset, shift, angry, shift. But she wouldn’t because it was just an unconscious thing. And so she sat there, shaking and crying like a mental paitent. And her bare thighs against the ungodly cold of the sidewalk didn’t help either. But right now, she owed Denny something. And, dammit, she was going to make right by this. She tried to stop the crying, but she really couldn’t so she just waited until it was kind of lessened in intensity, and then started. ”Denny, I don’t care,” sob ”If you’re wondering or not,” this time the sob was only half there; determination was eating out her raw emotions, once again. And Annie’s tenacity always beat out her emotional anxiety. ”But I just know I’ve got to tell you.” She picked her head up, but didn’t look at him, wiped both hands under her eyes, and sniffled loudly. She paused momentarily to bring out the hummingbird, dangling it precariously through two fingers. In the sunlight she could see that it was blown glass, and the rays reflected off it, turning it into a menagerie for colors. She couldn’t stop watching it. The light reflected through the emerald of it’s wings, giving of a remarkable, vibrant green effect, like staring into a miniscule tropical forest. The ruby of it’s throat was like liquid love, the mercury of the heart. She was distracting herself by watching it, she knew. She just needed to take a moment to suck up her guts and learn to speak.

Annie took a breath. She had to knock it all out in one go, no pauses or she would loose her nerve. She took another breath, some to hold in while she waited after her response. ”I used to be a prostitute.” She held her the rest of her breath.

That word tasted sour in her mouth. It was so unbearably foul and decaying upon her tongue that she almost leaned over and emptied the contents o her stomach right there on the road. She still couldn’t believe she had said that, and she knew that no one would believe her. Maybe it was just one of those things that made morse sense in the mind’s eye than the real one. She let out the rest of her breath, and twirled the small bird trinket through her fingers, and then pulled them apart. The creature fell onto the asphalt and broke apart in a shattering display of light and emotions. Annie just watched it. She hadn’t looked at Denver since she had guilted him out of the store. ”Good thing my life changed.” her tone held almost no emotion. She didn’t know what to think about this. ”I want to say I’m sorry, but I don’t know if that makes sense. I want to say I’m not sorry, but I am.” She sucked on her bottom lip. ”I guess what it really comes down to is that I’m just glad.”

Finally, oh so slowly, she turned her head to him.

”Glad that there’s you.”



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[DENVER CARLOS HURLEY]

you're such a shit talker
AND EVERYBODY KNOWS IT

This blond kid was extremely lucky. The planets must have been aligned for him or something, because if Annie hadn’t stepped in it would have been likely than Denny would have been a huge hypocrite and nearly killed the kid. Maybe he would have killed him, but then Denny would just end up in the one place he’d been trying to avoid for the past nearly-three years. So in retrospect, it was the best thing in the world that Annie was, all of a sudden, speaking to him like his mother had when she’d found out just what he’d done. Only, his mother might have been a little more…teary, since her one and only son was being taken away to jail for countless months on end. Now though, he was being saved, whether he would let that thought run through his thick head or not just yet.

Denny loosened his grip on the kid’s white collar, but didn’t let the sneer on his face degenerate. He held the boy’s gaze for a few long, horrible seconds before turning to look at Annie, where his face lightened and the tension in every one of his muscles relaxed. He didn’t care if the douche behind the counter noticed; Denny was calmer now and he would be as long as Annie was right there to keep him that way. He sighed, and more tension dripped off of his breath and out of his body, but still he was furious. He probably would be for at least a few minutes, even if he walked out of the store (and he was probably going to). This kid obviously didn’t know what he was talking about, and he was starting shit that would end him either in the hospital or in a morgue if he kept it up. Not even Denny knew what he was up against, but he knew he was a lot stronger than he knew himself to be. Instead of sticking around and wasting his time with going to jail over someone that didn’t deserve their attention, Denny followed Annie out of the store. Before he’d made it half way across the room, he turned back and gave a horrible, sneering, domineering look at the blond cashier, then turned around and left the building.

He was a few steps behind Annie due to his turn-about, but he watched as she sat down and curled up around herself. This was not a good sign; she only did something like that when her mind was in a whirl. Denny knew Annie better than he knew himself (many a time noted previously), so he knew what would happen if she did certain things. This thing she was doing now, curling up and shaking, was one of those things; it was a sign to Denny that she just needed to sit and think herself out of whatever was going on in her head. He wanted to scoot closer, scoop her up in his arms, and keep her as close as he could despite what others would think around them. Denny didn’t care about them; he just cared about Annie and her reaction to whatever had just happened inside the store. He could hardly remember it already, he’d been that mad. He could see the white’s of the blonde’s eyes in his mind, could taste the fury on his lips that had poured from every pore just moments before, but somehow what he’d said and actually done had already slipped from his mind. Especially now; his whole mind was consumed with Annie and what she was doing. He hoped he hadn’t gone too far, that he’d upset Annie so much she never wanted to see him again.

But what if that really did happen? What if he’d repulsed her with this angry, furious side of himself that she shifted and never came back to him? What would Denver Hurley then do with himself? He’d be…utterly lost. He’d end up going crazy like that guy from Into The Wild – or did that guy just run into the wild and die after four months? Maybe that was it, but either way it would be Denny without Annie. As cheesy as it was, they were like that one Taylor Swift song – I’m Only Me When I’m With You. At least Denny was anyway. He really couldn’t function right without Annie around, even with as dysfunctional as they were. So he sighed and sat there, scooting closer to Annie without touching her. He didn’t want to set her off but at the same time all he wanted to do was comfort her; still, he was scared that his reaction to what the clerk had been saying was enough to scare her away.

That was what Denny was always afraid of; scaring people away. He had a horrible reputation around town. People, behind his back and sometimes not even with that much decency, outright called him a criminal. People thought he’d abused his sister instead of standing up for her. People thought this and that, but none of it mattered to Denny. He wasn’t scared of scaring people that he didn’t know away; he was scared of scaring the people he loved away. He was so frightened that he’d freaked Annie out enough by his outrage that she’d never want him to touch her or see her ever again. That was the worst feeling in the world, and right now it was washing over Denny like a huge tidal wave. He wanted to cry almost as hard as Annie actually was but – wait…Annie was crying? This was….this was something Denny had never seen, and so to almost get a selfish closer look (but really to try and comfort her), Denver scooted even closer and wrapped his long, tan, muscular arms around her. Again, Denny sighed because he wasn’t sure what she was crying over. Was it him? If it was, Annie would have cringed under his touch, and that he was positive of. It couldn’t have been him; so then what was it?

But then she moved. Annie moved out of his arms and….well, Denny just let her. She needed space, he knew that, so he let her move. She pulled out one of the little trinkets – a bird – that she’d been looking at in the store, and Denny realized she’d maliciously stolen it. Well, at least there hadn’t been any alarm systems, and if that blond asshole knew what was good for him, he wouldn’t even think of calling the Fuzz. So in silence, to calm his troubling thoughts, Denny just watched Annie play with the colors of the stolen trinket as she began to talk. He listened intently but hardly looked at her until the Bird was out of his sight, which was when his full attention turned to her face. She sounded urgent and….like she actually wanted him to listen to her. That was great to Denny; it meant he hadn’t scared Annie away. All of his worrying, and he’d just been over reacting. Still, he stayed focused because Annie really did sound like she was struggling to say what she wanted to get out. He wanted to pat her on the back and tell her she could say whatever and it wouldn’t hurt his feelings or what have you, but really that seemed like he’d be calling her a second grader or his little sister or something and….well, that just wasn’t a very Denny thing to do. Unless someone deserved it, he didn’t degrade people the way other people degraded him.

And there it was, out on the table, her second secret of the day and by far the most……overwhelming. Not only because it was shocking to hear, but because it made Denny feel like an arrogant asshole. He felt ignorant and stupid because that clerk had been right to a certain degree, though he would never say it to the blonde’s or Annie’s face(s). He didn’t want to let that asshole know he was right; he didn’t want to send Annie into a hysterical fit or something. Denny didn’t really know what to say – he was frozen at the news of what that boy inside had been talking about. Cheap bitch and How much suddenly made sense in the worst way possible, and it almost made Denny extremely sick to his stomach. He couldn’t imagine Annie doing that to herself – but then again he hadn’t exactly expected or pictured her to be bulimic and she’d confessed that only hours before. Instead of speaking, Denver just listened and let one solemn tear fall from his face for what Annie had been, but not for what she was now.

His fist clenched, but he wasn’t mad. Frustrated, maybe, but in no way was he mad. He couldn’t be mad; Annie had blatantly just stated that it was him that kept her from returning to her prostituting ways. In all honesty, he didn’t know what was up with his hand, but he didn’t let up the tension in it. He hid it, actually, to keep Annie from seeing what was happening because he wasn’t mad at her and he didn’t want her to think he was. So in a low whisper he said, “Annie,” almost as if he was out of breath. Really, he was just out of words to say. What did one say when the woman they loved told them they’d previously been a prostitute? Denver wasn’t Vincent Van Goh, and in no way was he about to rip his ear off and send it to Annie in a box. He was just Denver Carlos Hurley, sitting on a curb with Annie Marie Windsor, trying to figure out what to say to her news, her secret that she’d kept for him with good reasoning. He sighed and put his forehead on his knees for an instant before looking up again and turning his attention, once again, to Annie. “So what he said was……well, he knew what he was talking about?” Annie didn’t need to answer him. His clenched hand loosened as he figured out just what he was feeling.

“You know what? I don’t care.” He’d always been taught that if you loved someone, you accepted and loved every part of them; their past, their goals, their lives, and their flaws. Denny was beyond all of that with Annie, so why would this be any different? This was a part of her past, and Denny trusted Annie for the most part, so why would this secret be any different than the one she’d shared this morning? “I don’t care that you were a prostitute or that you’re bulimic, or that you smoke or use shifting as a way to desert the world.” Honestly, Denny did the same thing, at least for the latter of the list. “You’re my Annie now. You’re my best friend, and I love you, and that entails all of the flaws and craziness that comes with you. I’ve accepted it since I’ve met you and honestly, the honesty you share with me and no one else just makes me love you more, Annie. I don’t care what happened before you met me; none of that matters to me.” He’d turned by that point, sitting so that his whole body was facing Annie.

“I can’t let what we have go just because you have secrets. I want you to know that; I need you to know that.”



holy shit 1911 words this is a huge record for me. -- OUTFIT -- annie/seren & seth/alice <3 -- i made it all but the lyrics go to ke$ha because shes a bamf. -- SEREN I DON'T KNOW HOW I DID IT BUT I DID.

[ANNABELLE MARIE HURLEY]

cause the truth is that

NO ONE TRULY KNOWS WHAT THE HELL YOU'RE GOING THROUGH

Annie was afraid when she heard him start talking. He sounded ut of breath, out of words, out of patience. Annie. just the way he said something as simple as her name was breaking her heart. But she understood, she couldn’t blame him. Damaged goods, damaged goods. There was so much wrong with her, too much for someone so small, too much heart for someone so quiet. But she cause it all herself. It wasn’t like she had a traumatic experience when she was younger, she didn’t regret that her mother had left, it’s not as if her dad didn’t show her love. It wasn’t like kids at her school had made fun of her figure, or her looks. She’d never had someone abusive in her life, she’d never been on the bad end of a crush. She was just naturally self destructive. In high school it had been worse, though. Even if she had only gone for a few months, not even half a year, she had fit into her niche easily, and found herself drinking it up with the best of them, like any music-bound teenager, the ones who didn’t work for success, or didn’t get it handed to them; it just seemed to thrive in them. And anything Annie loved, it thrived around her. Animals love her, she sang like an angel, and Denny was the best guy she could ever ask for. It was just a matter of whether or not she would get sick of it all, eventually. She was unbelievably sad at that truth, but she was desperately afraid of it, too. Afraid that it was true, afraid that one day she would grow tired of this amazing hand she had been dealt. And maybe she already had; maybe that was why so much was happening, maybe that’s why her life was crumbling from the inside out. So what he said was……well, he knew what he was talking about? She wasn’t sure if he was talking about whether Seth had just seen her, or… knew first hand. The latter was the answer, but he didn’t seem like he was really looking for an answer, so she just kept her mouth just for a moment, willing to let the seams of her life unravel.

She thought about saying something about how, even if he did know, the kid from the store had no reason to talk about it now. But Denver started talking. And they switched roles, for the moment. Denver talked, and told her things, and Annie listened patiently, mentally chewing on each word, weight it’s balance to her. He didn’t care. About what? At this point, there was a lot to not care about. And she was sure that he would care sooner or later, because one day or another it was going to get to him. Sure, there were no more secrets, but that didn’t mean that the ones he knew now, added along with Annabelle’s naturally pessimistic attitude, wouldn’t get to him eventually. And when he started listing her flaws, she just wanted to dive in front of the biggest car that came their way. In her head, it hadn’t seemed that bad, especially since it was weighed out along a nice timeline. But listed in concurrent order like that, it just seemed so ungodly terrible, so many offenses. I don’t care that you were a prostitute, oh, okay, so he didn’t care that his girl friend’s body had been around the block a couple of times? Well, on the Brightside, at least she hadn’t done it for free. Or that you’re bulimic, alright, just make sure you don’t take that chick out to a fancy dinner, bro, because your money is gonna be wasted. Or that you smoke, she didn’t have a legit argument for that, except for that she probably tasted like a busy airport runway when they made out this morning. Or use shifting as a way to desert the world. That sounded really, really bad. She cringed, inwardly, when he said that. And he didn’t know the half of it; he wasn’t there the nights she got back late, shivering from the cold of staying out too long, feet and hands sore and bloody from running nonstop for nearly four hours. Yeah, he would be getting a dose of that, too, if he stayed around. But what came next just shocked her. As if she couldn’t get over the sound of that enough, to be his Annie, he still continued being accepting. Honesty. She agreed with him. This honesty shew as giving him, this secret portal into her life that no one else had crossed by… he needed to cherish that. He would only see it a few times, and hopefully never this deep. She was good at hiding things; but she was better at loving someone when the opportunity arose. And so since he deserved her honesty, deserved her being fair, she would give it to him, for now at least. Nothing in the future could be guaranteed.

She waited for some time, unable to determine what to say. She licked her lips, thinking difficultly. ”For the record, I stopped smoking this morning. You remember, right?” She still didn’t look at him, just down at her knees, but she smiled. ”Quitting bad things; starting you.” She was being careful about her words at this point though; bad things not bad habits. Cigarettes were things, whereas an eating disorder was a habit. It was probably too subtle for him to realize. But she just wanted to make sure that she could say she never lied to him. Moments passed as she sat in the stewing silence, still thinking solemnly. There were a lot of emotions, but nothing to say; or rather, no words to speak. She tucked a lock of hair behind her ears, and broke the pause. ”I… I like that.” Finally she looked at him. Her eyes were red, and her smile was shaky. She felt so vulnerable right now, but she was getting over it. She felt so exposed, like a dog belly-up, but she was shifting through it. ”Your Annie.” And then her smile wasn’t shaky anymore, and she felt like she was flying. To her flying was sacred; you only got to experience it everyone in a while. Sure, she had done it once, but what she had forgotten to tell him was that it was odd. It was a little bit scary, and she enjoyed it for a little bit, but mostly it was shamefully unnatural. Not in terms of being a bird; shifting was more than second nature to Annie. Being outside of this body wasn’t unnatural. It was just obvious that being a bird wasn’t for her in the least, and she was going to accept that. But on that track, she got her interest piqued. ”You never told me about your dream this morning… care to share?”

She leaned her head against his shoulder for a little bit, preparing herself for a story, maybe just relaxing from a stressful day. Three hours without sleep made her blink a few times. Then the three more got to her, and the six she had lost made her rest her eyes. And the twelve hours made her feel unmovable. And then the nineteen made her doze. And the more than twenty four hours she had gone without sleeping made her pass out on Denny. It wasn’t too subtle; all her weight was off him, and then suddenly it wasn’t. But it wasn’t awkward, or anything. Besides, Annie knew that she for one would be having no bad dreams.


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[DENVER CARLOS HURLEY]

hold my heart
IT'S BEATING FOR YOU ANYWAY

Denny couldn't help but smile. Things were so complicated and probably would be for as long as this went on, as long as him and Annie were at least together in one way or another. Still, despite how complicated things were, how complicated they were probably going to get, Denny couldn't help himself. He smiled, because Annie was finally his, finally telling him that she liked it when he said she was his. It made him feel like everything he'd done before knowing Annie meant nothing, that having gone to jail was in a past life, not just the past few years. Everything before this moment, this hour, this day was a lie and it meant nothing to him. The fact that Annie had been a smoker hadn’t really meant all that much to Denny before, besides the part where he was almost desperately concerned for her physical health whenever he stumbled upon her lighter or her sitting outside as she had been earlier that morning, but now it was like a microscopic little detail that only affected one part of his mind. Was it possible for a situation like the one they were in to be as sunny as Denny was making it?

Maybe, like Annie was convinced of herself, there was something not right with Denny in the head. Maybe having gone to jail had screwed not only with his shifting, but also with his mental stability. Maybe being around Annie just wasn’t helping that at all but then again, maybe Denver just didn’t care. He didn’t; Annie was really most of what he cared about these days, so being unstable mentally didn’t make much of a difference to him. He cared about making Annie happy and attempting to keep her that way, which was a feat within itself, so losing himself in thought and possibility and an unlikely effect on a day that had started out so dim and messy really wasn’t something he considered to be too important.

Knocking all of the above thoughts clear into Vermont, Denny just held his head high enough to seem as happy as he was feeling. Why happy? Annie had just told him she had been a prostitute – but then again he’d replied by telling her he didn’t care. What didn’t he care about exactly? Denny was hardly sure himself, but he knew as long as Annie wanted to be his Annie, he wouldn’t complain about her past experiences. His soul, his past wasn’t so clean itself; he really didn’t have much room to judge Annie even if their circumstances had been different between the two of them. Annie had intentionally put herself in her situation; Denny had intentionally taken the fall for his sister, so really that point was invalid but….Denny hadn’t intentionally put himself in jail. At the time of the accident, he’d been half sober, having gone a whole half hour without a drink, while his sister who at fifteen was illegally drunk. Plus, she’d been illegally driving, but all of that was way off topic. The central idea of this train of thought was that yes, in ways their situations had been similar but also different, and so in similar and different ways Denny didn’t and did have room to judge Annie. But he wasn’t; he didn’t want to; he’d never had a judgmental thought in his mind about her. Sometimes, mostly because of the way he carried himself, he would say things that seemed judgmental about Annie, but he never meant them, never really thought about them. Speaking without thinking was a horrible habit he’d picked up since jail, and sometimes it affected more than just himself.

All of these mindless, meaningless thoughts just swirled around in Denver’s head until he was brought back to the present. Starting you and I like that….your Annie were starting to get to him, but not in a bad way. What was getting to him in a negative way was his pessimistic outlook on his Hey this is a rather bad day, why am I so happy? situation. But now, he wasn’t focused on that; he was focused, once again, on what Annie was saying. This wasn’t new, especially not today, and what also wasn’t new today was the sense of amazing wholeness he was feeling. It was an odd feeling, but not bad, and was fleeting to and fro throughout the course of the day so far. Still, it was there, and he just listened to her speak which just added more of the feeling. “Yeah, I remember.” That was one response down to what Annie was saying, only countless more to go. He never knew when conversations would end but…..most of Denny really liked knowing that, or not knowing that or whatever. The ‘starting you’ point made Denny nearly subconsciously move closer to Annie and lightly hold her hand for a few seconds. It was his short, polite way of showing her that new beginnings and old endings were at hand, and that he was there for her and there to change things with her.

Then she brought up his dream. Denny stopped for a moment, and his face fell a half of a centimeter. He didn’t think Annie would notice that small of a movement, but he never knew. He really didn’t know what to say about it; dreams were often there and real in REM sleep, but once woken up they could hardly even be recalled. But he dug through his memory, trying to figure out what to say. What could he say? That he’d been flying and the world around him had crumbled? Was that a good idea with Annie right now? I mean, she’d pretty much told Denver her two biggest secrets this morning, the only two things she really owned herself. Her world had already crumbled, but Denny was there to pick of the pieces and try to rebuild everything with her. So how was he supposed to describe the crumbling of his own world – even if it had been in a dream? Well, she wanted to know, and so Denny would give her what she wanted. He didn’t consider Annie all too indulgent most of the time, but he was definitely indulging her in something with this tale of the vulture he was in his dream.

As she leaned against him, Denny started. “Well, I was flying.” He paused, took in a breathe, and went on. “You know, it’s nearly first nature to me. It’s not the first time I’ve dreamt of myself flying, but this is the first nightmare.” Again he paused, trying to find the right words to say. “So I was flying over this patch of trees. The sky was nice and the sun felt great.” To Denver, the sun always felt great. “But then the sky started falling, like that old story about Chicken Little or whatever.” Denny could have sworn Annie was getting heavier against his body. Still, he continued. “The sky just kept falling around me, and the suddenly the ground opened and the trees all lit on fire, filling the sky with this awful dark cloud of smoke.” Denny turned to see if Annie was reacting to his story and realized…..she’d fallen asleep. He sighed, seeing no reason to go on talking about some disastrous scene from his mind since Annie was sleep, and turned towards her carefully. He put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her towards his body, pushing his other hand under her legs and thanking God or whatever other higher power there was out there that, at that moment, he had opposable thumbs.

Denny then stood up, held Annie as tightly as he could to his strong, muscular frame, and started back towards her apartment. The day had only started, so much had happened, and she was sleeping; it was the only thing he could think to do.




1319 -- OUTFIT -- annie/seren & seth/alice <3 -- i made it all but the lyrics go to ke$ha because shes a bamf. they don't work anymore oh well. -- ugh i hope you love it even though it's totally awkward.

[ANNABELLE MARIE HURLEY]

cause the truth is that

NO ONE TRULY KNOWS WHAT THE HELL YOU'RE GOING THROUGH

Depending on how she was feeling, Annie would be a different animal. By far she liked being a Kalak the best, because they were unique and that was where she just felt right, but two other forms she liked a lot where coyotes and wolves. So, of course, it wasn’t really anything out of the ordinary for her to be a wolf in her dream (although she didn’t know she was dreaming). What was odd was for this place that she was in to just go in circles. It was like a small meadow, but very rumbly, pock marked and hilly. One small stream ran through, and on either side its edges burst with vibrant pink flowers. And trees over crowded, so that her taught wolf back reached the lowest trees. (Had she been a kalak she would have surely found her back hiding among the branches.) It was just a very calm and foresty place to be; the fact that it was completely useless to leave, because you just came back to the beginning, escaped Annie and every turn seemed like she was meant to be going that way, not some oddity of her mind. Something that was very, very odd was a mirror that suddenly appeared on one of these turns. Even the dream-Annie had to stop and contemplate this. Her little wolf body sat in front of it, tilting her head to the side questioningly. But the wolf in the mirror, although completely her reflection down to every last pigment of every last hair, did not follow her movements. She almost seemed to be laughing at Annie. This deeply disturbed her. It gave her odd goosebumps and a distinct feeling of unnatural. It perturbed her and she watched her reflection for longer, and finally stood up. The other her sat down. Annie’s hair bristled. This was wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong. She launched at the mirror, feeling it shatter and break between her jaws.

And then she wasn’t in the grotto. She was in her apartment, in Denny’s arms. Since her actions had been intentional, it wasn’t a surprise awakening; she was still groggy and confused. It was obvious that, in the end, she would end up sleeping again. She couldn’t even fight it, really. How could she? She hadn’t slept in almost two days. It was just crashing on her really hard for the moment. So here she was, kind of awake, but totally not lucid in any means. She looked around blearily, to one side found the blurriness that she guessed to be her bedroom, and to the other side the blurriness that she supposed to be Denver’s shirt and chest. She drunkenly wiped a hand across her face, blinking blearily, just trying to unfuddle her mind. It was a battle she was sure to loose, at this point. She finally seemed to be getting some images through her eyes, however, and tried to take in her surroundings. Okay, so they’d just gotten to her bedroom. Stupidly, she moved one leg out of Denny’s warm embrace, and then just kind of tumbled out of his arms all together, and against the ground, but on her legs, so she was just awkwardly pushed against him. Her hands tangled up in the sides of his jacket. ”Whoa,” she mumbled, like she was underwater. Her balance was very messed up at the moment, and so she was leaning heavily on Denny. She looked up at him and blinked some more. Yawned, and then tried to decide what was going on. ”I’m tired.” She said. Well no shit.

She tried to stand on her own and dubiously fell back against Denver’s chest. But when she was half asleep - because she wasn’t going to wake all the way up right now. There was just way too much exhaustion. She was going to sleep again. The only question was when – it was easier for Annie to get some lines mixed up, and while she would have been hesitant, or just indifferent to him if she was fully awake, in this asleep state she really just wanted to sleep with him. (Not in a really intimate way. Just cuddling.) And so it was really easy for her to just wrap her arms around him and lean her head against his chest in an effort to not fall over, was all. Her memory was odd at this time too, and she was still one foot in a dream with mirrors, and the other foot hovered on the fine line between what was happening this moment and what had happened when she fell asleep. She vaguely remembered asking him about his dream. She mentally tugged on the memory mercilessly until she found some more words from his mouth. The sky just kept falling around me, She blinked again. ”D-Denny,” she mumbled sleepily ”I won’t let your world, crumble… o-or fall. Or the fires. Or whatever you were saying. I-I won’t.” She closed her eyes, starting to get sleepy again.

Granted, it was only a little after noon, but when you went over forty hours without sleeping it was bound to catch up with you at some point. And this was Annie’s point. Not to mention her odd dream still had her head muddled. ”Are you going to stay?” Ohh, look, a mostly lucid question that made a little bit of sense. A round of applause for Annie, everyone! But maybe it was only clear because an underlining of panic to her tone that gave it a bit of life, like throwing a bucket of cold water on a sleeping person. When Annie was half asleep, she was much like she was when she had been drinking a while; she lost a lot of her walls. Not physical ones, Annie never lost those just because they had been so driven into her being. Just the ones around her mind and heart. But only with certain people. Or pillows, depending on how much she wanted to talk. She would loose her pessimistic, cynical tones and let some of her hilarity show. She liked to cartwheel down streets, even if she fell a lot, and she would sing for no reason at all; sometimes it took a bit of work for her to hum a tune of the stage when she was sober. And so right now she was looser, even if it was just by pure exhaustion. She wasn’t afraid to show that she just wanted Denny near her.



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