HER BEAUTY AND THE MOONLIGHT OVERTHREW YOU

[DENVER CARLOS HURLEY]

what a match ,
I'M HALF DOOMED AND YOU'RE SEMI-SWEET

Leaving wasn’t something Denny was actually too familiar with. Abandonment, yes, but people physically tearing themselves away from him, not so much. He’d watched people walk out of his life before, mostly because they thought he’d kill them too if they didn’t. He’d seen people turn away from him and walk the other direction – or maybe the same direction so they wouldn’t have to pass him – but Denny had never had too many people literally tear themselves from his arms. No one had taken themselves out of his presence before the way Annie did, even if it was an impulse move, something she almost couldn’t control. To have it happen twice in a span of probably ten minutes or so was kind of eating away at this confidence thing he had going. That totally sounded so testosterone-driven, like it was a pride issue that Denny had to deal with again, but it wasn’t. This whole having her rip herself from his limbs was like putting ice on a raw burn – you thought it would feel good right away because ice on fire usually put out the flames, but the burn is so raw that the ice starts to burn the burn even more, and the skin around the burn starts to light on fire. Then the ice is gone and you’re stuck with that stinging that the ice left, and all you can do is sit and wait for the stinging to end.

Denny had been stuck in place again. He didn’t move, he couldn’t. His arms had just frozen, his heart had stopped all together, his eyes had stayed straight and still, not blinking for too long of a period. His eyes started to hurt, his arms started to pound and go numb like a foot would after it had been sat on, having the blood cut off from circulating within the veins and arteries there. His legs itched to move, but they couldn’t. They were frozen to the core. They were crossed and unable to be uncrossed. It scared Denny for a moment, but then something took over that fear and totally diminished it. A sound entered his ears, and suddenly every part of him was moving. Adrenaline, the kind that pumped into people and made them lift cars and shit, moved through him at a speed Denny wasn’t even aware existed. His mind that had been so numb just a moment ago had forced his body to move. First his head, which turned in the direction of the sound, then his eyes that widened when he saw what was the cause of the sound. Then his hands started; they pushed him towards the end of the bed at a pace that was too slow, which were followed by his legs and feet, moving him closer and closer to Annie. There was nothing on his mind except the fact that Annie was over his toilet, puking up anything she could possibly let out. It would have grossed him out if he could have focused on that.

The first thing he suspected was the eating disorder – Annie had told she’d stopped that and he believed her, but old habits die hard. He didn’t think she’d lied to him though, so whatever process had fueled that thought was obviously warped. He still couldn’t bring himself to say bulimia even mentally, but he was staring it right in the face – or so he’d initially thought. He almost felt like screaming, but then Denver noticed something. He was wrong, and that was evident because Annie wasn’t prompting this. It wasn’t like she’d just eaten a whole meal by herself, followed suit by running into his bathroom to puke it all up. In fact, neither of them had eaten anything this morning, which meant whatever she was putting down the toilet was bodily fluid. She couldn’t have forced that, especially not with him right there, ready to catch her and keep her from doing it. If this had been something she’d prompted, Annie would have moved away from him slower, possibly not at all depending on her mood. But there she was, and there she’d gone like a fucking rocket, something Denny couldn’t have wrapped his arms around and kept still no matter how much he’d wanted to. Plus, now that he knew for sure she wasn’t the one doing this, he rather Annie have done that down the toilet than all over him on the bed. As insensitive as that sounded, it was just equally as gross a thought.

Denny didn’t know what to do though. He couldn’t just stand there and watch, but he didn’t know what to say or do that would be right. This had just thrown everything in his mind off a bit, and he wasn’t completely sure why. If the eating disorder hadn’t been a basis for this, than what was? What had prompted Annie to be ripped out of the happy moment they’d been having for this? Obviously it hadn’t been Annie herself, but there was something that had driven her here even if she hadn’t realized it until she was already puking up her guts. He racked his mind and a few things came up, but Denny wasn’t sure which one he liked – or didn’t like – the sound of the most. There was the possibility of a sickness, which meant he’d get it too. He wouldn’t be mad, but Denny just hated being sick. It meant staying indoors, not moving, not wanting to move, and that was really just too far out of character for him to handle. But he didn’t feel sick. Annie didn’t really look sick, other than the fact that she was hanging over the toilet. Denny felt physically well, actually, even if his mental state was so much less than that.

As his thoughts boiled down and the possibilities of this whole ordeal started to fall away, Denny found himself kneeling down, moving slowly and needing the wall as a form of support for now. Once he was low enough though, and his thoughts narrowed to just one possibility, he pushed himself lightly off the wall and looked at Annie. That feeling that nothing else was real was there in his mind, but it had a different effect on Denny now. Now he was sort of scared, and he probably admitted that through his facial expression. He didn’t have to say anything about that, and honestly Denny hoped Annie couldn’t tell he was scared. He was supposed to be the stable one of the two of them, or at least the more stable of the two, and being scared was not acceptable in a fragile situation. Denver had to force himself to swallow whatever was in his mouth before speaking. “Annie.” That was all he could get out. He couldn’t formulate sentences anymore – his mind had just shut itself down and the operator had walked out, but his mind wasn’t off. Down meant there needed maintenance until it worked again. Off meant it was totally dark and most likely Denny was sleeping, but that wasn’t the case here. From here on out, Denny would actually have control of what he would do. He sent a mental version of himself into the control room and started pushing buttons, even if he didn’t know what they did, and he felt his actions become his own.

“You okay?” He realized she was crying and knew his answer. Denny moved a hand out to her back and rubbed, hoping it was helping instead of hurting. “What’s wrong?” For a moment he thought about pushing that button that would force out the word ‘baby’ or some other cute little pet name, but he’d never called Annie by any of those and to be honest he didn’t feel like it was the right thing to do. He loved Annie, yes, but those names……they seemed so out of place when it came to her. She wasn’t a baby, nor did he ever think to refer to her as a babe, so he kept it to Annie and Annie strictly. Maybe he’d call her love if it slipped out – but either way all of that was so irrelevant for the moment that the little Denny in his head hushed the thought before it could really start. All he did was move closer, ignoring the gross smell that followed puke, pretending that it wasn’t even there even if it was so heavily around the two of them that it really should have repulsed him like the first time he’d seen her burns. It didn’t; Denny’s new little bout of control enabled him to push through it.

His hand came away from her back and moved around to her face, wiping away the tear because he hated seeing it there. Denny hardly even noticed he was doing that until it was already executed, but he was totally justified in his mind. The little guy pushing the buttons sent his brain a signal that told him he’d done it because Annie didn’t need to cry. Annie shouldn’t cry. He was there, they’d been so happy just moments ago, and Denny was completely committed to keeping all of the promises he’d made her. So why was she crying? Thinking back over the last few minutes, Denny didn’t think he’d done anything wrong. Not that he was perfect, but he’d thought what he’d been doing was right – and even if it wasn’t nothing he’d done could have sent her in here to disassemble her stomach from the inside out. “Why are you crying, Annie?”



1600 exactly -- seren/annie <3 -- I MADE IT ALL. 'cept the lyrics go to fall out boy. -- OUTFIT WITH THE SILLY HAT! -- awe look at denny! but oh, what the fuck did he do? XD

[ANNABELLE MARIE HURLEY]

AND LOVE IS NOT A VICTORY MARCH IT'S A COLD
and it's a broken hallelujah

Annie couldn’t think of words. Her heart was beating in her mouth and she felt like if the opened her mouth she would just puke again and it was the absolute worst feeling she could think of. His hand rubbed on her back, warm and comforting and Annie just couldn’t move. Her mind was still frozen, trying to think, trying to think. It had blown through every possible situation and answer, not stopping to consider thoroughly. If it didn’t make a bit of sense it was kicked out until she had narrowed it down to the remaining – and scariest – thing. Annie couldn’t tell if this was good or not. Did this mean Denny’s omen was a dream? He had said it was, and Annie’s head just hurt. What’s wrong? Did he really have the audacity to ask that. Annie groaned slightly, a little perturbed. She just wished that he had drawn the same conclusions she had so that she wouldn’t have to speak. ”Think, Denny.” Her voice was hoarse sounding from just vomiting like a minute ago.

Denny's hand moved from her back to her cheek, wiping back her tear. Annie loved him so much sometimes. She loved the way he did those little gestures, little things like brushing away her tear with this sweetness that just overcame Annie. Her lips kept trembling in that weird smile-smirk people got when they cried. Why are you crying, Annie? She looked back at Denver and felt like she was going to start crying. The decision, that was what was wrong. Annie just couldn't do it. She didn't know how ready she was to have a kid. But besides even parenthood, pregnancy? Why was Annie even thinking of this, she might be overreacting. This could just be an odd coincidence. But she didn't know, and it most likely wasn't just coincidence. And the other option... Annie just didn't know if she had the heart to do that, she didn't even know if she had the heart for adoption. Because this wouldn't be just any kid. Denny. He was as much in this as she was. But Annie's mind wouldn't work, it didn't want to make thee decisions, it didn't think of them. 

Annie looked at him and thought she might cry more this time. It was an overload, one little omen that might mean more. Annie knew she would need to go out soon and get a test or something but with this one sign she was already thinking and worrying and unable to think straight and her heart was beating faster than Denny's had been a minute ago. She looked down at her hands on the rim of the toilet, specifically the one with the ring. Her fingers were trembling. Annie didn't like how she was shaking all the time when she was nervous or scared and now she was both. So, Annie, what was wrong? "I don't want to make a decision."


shit - OUTFIT - lyrics to that song i'm obsessed with and this thread is obviously for denver - such a fail

[DENVER CARLOS HURLEY]

what a match ,
I'M HALF DOOMED AND YOU'RE SEMI-SWEET

The longer he sat there and thought about it, the less and less situations could have been possible. His mind just started figuring everything out, and slowly he was realizing what was wrong. The pit of his stomach twisted, though he wasn’t so sure that was a bad feeling. His mind pinpointed all that it could wrap itself around, but he was almost numb. He started not being able to feel and suddenly Denny was freaking out in his mind. He was trying to break down the door to that control room because that guy that had moved in had betrayed him and made him feel nearly nothing, but once the guy realized what was happening, emotions flowed through Denny like a fucking landslide. With one button, Denny was mental mush under the weight of everything that was moving around his mind. First he was angry, then he was happy, then he was numb, then he was sad, then he was scared, then he was numb, then he was reeling and his mind was recalling the dream he’d had Christmas morning. The kids, the lights, the animals, everything filled his mind and made the realization of what was happening completely real.

If he could have moved through all of that, he would have been rocking with his hands on his head. But he couldn’t move. He was totally static, frozen in place like frost had gotten into his body and taken over all of his muscles. The possibility of Annie being pregnant settled over him, being that it was the only possibility left. It scared him, honestly, but the dream hung over his head and he remembered how happy both him and Annie had been. The dream calmed him, even if it had happened in his mind before the three weeks he’d spent alone. Maybe being a dad at twenty-two wasn’t so bad. Actually, he hadn’t thought it would be bad at all. He kind of wanted to be a dad, but not now for the same reason he hadn’t asked her to marry him on Christmas Eve. She was twenty, he was twenty-two. They were so young; they had so much to do together before a family and marriage came into play. But that was just Denny’s image of a perfect life with Annie, not that he really thought anything about them was particularly perfect. He didn’t need perfection; he’d just planned on waiting until they were closer to their thirties before he popped the question and they started a family. Wasn’t that just how things worked?

Apparently not.

But now that he thought about it, now that his mind was actually starting to process the possibility of Annie being pregnant with his child, Denny actually didn’t feel resentment towards the situation. He’d never be mad at Annie for this sort of thing, mostly because it would be his own fault also, but also because he just couldn’t bring himself to hate Annie for being the mother of his child. It wouldn’t be fair, and it would be so hypocritical that Denny would have to be arrested again. That was that; but that wasn’t the case. He loved Annie too much, and the thought of them having children together actually just…sort of excited him. Now that his head could clear itself, he felt this overwhelming sense of just pure happiness, because just thinking that he was going to be a dad and that Annie was the mother of his child just brought a huge smile of his face. He didn’t know why she was crying, especially since he was so happy for this. It made no sense, not with the way he was suddenly reacting. But now that he felt this, he realized not much else made sense. That feeling that the world wasn’t real still loomed, but in a lighter manner now. Now Denny felt like anything outside of them was blurry, but in that good way he was used to. Suddenly his moves were impulses, and without much warning his arms had moved to wrap all the way around Annie in a huge embrace. He couldn’t control his actions, but for once he didn’t care either way.

Avoiding her mouth, Denny kissed everything else he could reach. He remembered what had ended them both in the bathroom, and kissing that after taste would just be gross for the both of them. But everything else that he could possibly kiss, he did, before finally just planting a huge one on her forehead. “Why are you crying then?” He sounded almost too enthused, almost too positive. Like maybe he was on the brink of insanity, but then again, when didn’t Denny sound like that? He wasn’t as close to losing his mind as Annie was, but he was pretty close himself, especially without Annie – which was exactly he issue he was trying to work on. Well, the issue he’d been trying to work on. This changed everything, just like everyone that had taught him in some sort of Health Class in grade school had said. Thankfully, neither of them was in high school anymore, so being just another statistic was out of the question. But that didn’t change the fact that just the thought of a baby between the two of them changed everything. Suddenly Denny realized what it meant when people said it wouldn’t just be about him and the mother of his child anymore. It was about making sure the baby was healthy, that it would be born healthy with a huge smile on its face, even though that was as far a stretch to imagine as it was Denny being with anyone except Annie. “This is great!”

But Annie’s words were so offsetting. Denny was completely ecstatic and Annie was just…..kind of blank. He didn’t understand why, but his happiness was so blinding that he wouldn’t have understood anything else either way. His smile fell a little bit, but not completely, and he sighed. The breath in after that brought a sense of calm to his mind, decreasing the intensity of this happiness that filled his entire body like a flood during a hurricane filled streets. Once again he had control, and he could really process what was happening. Annie’s feelings made a bit more sense now that the blinding positivity wasn’t sitting in the way of his mind’s eye. “You don’t have to. Not now.” He wanted to throw in a quick soon, but not now, but he decided against it. Denny was avoiding making things worse; he really just wanted to clean Annie up, calm her down, and get her to take care of her body. Though pregnancy was still a possibility, Denny wasn’t taking chances on that. Chances for him were pulling Annie out of her dark gray spots when she fell into them, not potentially putting an unborn baby – his and Annie’s unborn baby – in danger. Denver sighed and stood up, holding his hands out for Annie to take. “Let’s get cleaned up and relax for now. It’ll do you some good.” Once she’d taken his hands and he’d helped pull her up, Denny rummaged through the drawers on the counter under his sink for an extra toothbrush, and once he found one he smiled and held it out, completely new and still in its box, to Annie. “Well, I try to be prepared most of the time.”

That was the worst time for a condom joke.


1245 -- seren/annie <3 -- I MADE IT ALL. 'cept the lyrics go to fall out boy. -- OUTFIT WITH THE SILLY HAT! -- it's pitifully short and i wouldn't blame annie if she hit the fuck out of him because denny has the worst comic timing ever.

[ANNABELLE MARIE HURLEY]

AND LOVE IS NOT A VICTORY MARCH IT'S A COLD
and it's a broken hallelujah

Annie couldn’t think of Annie emotions in that moment. It was hard for her to understand what was happening. She couldn’t make thoughts for this, and her mind wasn’t responding at all. She felt like she was numb, like her entire body was just completely numb and she couldn’t do anything about it. Her face felt far and almost cold and it was like her body just wasn’t responding to what it wanted to do. Her hands still shook, and she couldn’t answer Denny when he spoke, and she couldn’t understand his sudden ecstasy. He moved close to her, and wrapped his arms around her, and it relieved the tension. It kind of loosened her up. His arms were warm and comforting. That was the great thing about Denver, he always seemed to create the perfect sanctuary for her against his chest. Just in that moment, with him holding her kind of gave her this weird hope. It made it change her whole mindset about this. She couldn’t put words to that feeling, but it helped her in ways she couldn’t even mentally subscribe. His arms were strong because of his wings and it felt like he could just wrap his arms around her and swallow her up, and be this shield for her against everything else, everything that hurt her, even if it was herself. He made her put her hands at her sides and take deep breaths, and feel this safety unlike Annie had ever felt before she met him. She hoped she would never feel it again; she would never let anyone hold her like that besides Denny. She just couldn’t. It wasn’t physically possible. She’d scream and twist and pull and even if they tried the hardest to hold her down she would scratch and claw and bite, and shift to let her little kalak body slip from them, and she would tear through everything that tried to touch her. There was no one for her like Denver, there was nothing for her like what he could give her.

He started kissing her and she couldn’t help but smile. She wanted to giggle, and kiss him back but she really needed to clean herself up. She just sat in his arms and let him kiss her all over. Three weeks seemed like such a long time when she thought about how long she had gone without this. She missed his lips and his kisses and everything that Denver stood for and everything he meant for her. It kind of felt like a waterfall over her when he was kissing her. She couldn’t even describe how much she missed him. Why are you crying then? Annie didn’t want to talk because she felt like she wouldn’t know the right words and she would inevitably ruin the moment, but she knew why she had been crying, and was not sniffling and a little teary. It was still scary. But having to make a decision was kind of out of the question, because Denny’s face had made it for her. His smile seemed like even if you turned it sideways his face wouldn’t be big enough to contain it, and when he spoke he sounded like a little kid on Christmas. Annie didn’t know what to say about it, or think about it, but it kind of made the decision for her because she couldn’t take something that made Denny so happy away from him when she was just too scared to deal with it. She was scared of being pregnant, she was scared that they had let this happen, she was scared of what was going to happen, she was scared of having to give birth, she was scared of having to wake up early in the morning, she was scared it would split them apart. Her mind was such a polar opposite from what it had been on Christmas, when she had practically been begging for a kid.

Well she had gotten it, hadn’t she?

This is great! he said, and Annie had to smile back at him, because somewhere along the line her face and changed to an uneasy frown as she felt a little unsure. But now she was smiling again because she had to. It was shaky, because she was still scared and her hands were shaking too, but she was smiling nonetheless. He told her she didn’t have to make a decision not now, and she knew she didn’t have to make a decision at all because Denny had done that for her. It took the pressure off of her because she didn’t have to feel any blame for it. It took the weight off her a bit and Annie was thankful for that. She grabbed his hands and he pulled her up. Yeah, relaxing sounded great. She sighed, and closed her eyes momentarily. She watched him rummage through his drawer, and tried to be patient, really just tired and strung out, like she had just run a marathon and now she had to wait for a broken elevator, or something. Well, I try to be prepared most of the time. Annie’s jaw drop, but she smiled at the same time because she couldn’t help it. She gasped and kind of shrieked when she spoke. “You are un-believable!” she drew out unbelievable a little, just to touch on how truly beyond belief he was. She stepped forward and pushed against his chest playfully, but then her smile softened and she just wrapped her arms around him, resting her head on his chest. She just wanted him to stay with her forever, she didn’t want anything that happened to affect them.

She took the toothbrush from him, and pulled away. “I’m gonna take a shower, okay?” She waited for him to leave, and then brushed her teeth quickly before stripping off his shirt from her body and everything else. Annie tried not to look at herself, and she knew that was bad. She had to learn to cope with her body and not hide from it. It was just that… for right now it seemed like the scariest thing about being pregnant would be having to watch her body change over time. It would be scary and take a toll on her self esteem and most of her problems and everything she had problems with. But that didn’t matter; she felt the ghost of Denny’s arms on her bare skin and it made everything okay. It made everything okay because he would be there for her, for better or worse. That sounded so silly, but Annie was starting to think differently about their idea of marriage. They were already so close to it, minus the white dress. Something about her mindset then compelled her to entertain that idea, and it kind of gave her chills to imagine walking between all those people (although she doubted anyone would care besides his family and Boss and Abby and maybe Annie’s dad). But to just stand there and see that huge smile on his face. It would be her turn to have her heart beat a million miles an hour and for her back and arms to get hot and for her to feel dizzy. It would be so scary, but worth it. That’s how having a kid would be, she guessed; scary, but worth it.

That still seemed surreal, that there was something growing inside her. It seemed so surreal that in less than a year their dreams would be literally coming true. It was scary and weird and Annie didn’t know how to deal with any of it but to take a deep breath and step into the shower. She put the water on hot, so that it scalded her back kind of and left her back hot and red when she came out of the shower. She didn’t really want to brush her hair or do anything, so she just kind of braided it while it was wet and pulled a hair tie off her wrist to wrangle it together. She wrapped a towel around her middle and stepped out of his bathroom, her back still red and her face was a little confused and she looked conflicted. But when she opened her eyes and lifted her head up and smiled because she didn’t want him to worry. Just a smile to say that things were alright even though she didn’t know how things were.

1,413 - OUTFIT - lyrics to that song i'm obsessed with and this thread is obviously for denver - blarg.

[DENVER CARLOS HURLEY]

what a match ,
I'M HALF DOOMED AND YOU'RE SEMI-SWEET

For a second, Denny thought about following Annie. But he didn’t; instead he just nodded and let her walk back into the bathroom before he turned around and headed back to his bed. He sat right under the window, letting the breeze come into the room and hit the back of his head and neck with a force that felt comfortable, like a gust of wind Denny would fly right through with gusto. But now that he was alone, he couldn’t really concentrate on the wind. All he could concentrate on was the fact that in a matter of nine months, around early October, he was going to be a dad. His smile stayed plastered on his face, but he couldn’t deny that this would be scary. Just a month ago (approximately), he’d thought about how he didn’t need to be a father ever to be happy, and that fact still held true – but now he was going to be a dad. He’d have to deal with mornings where he couldn’t sleep, not that he really cared about the sleep so much. It was just that early in the morning Denny wasn’t exactly the most pleasant person. Even if he was an early bird (yes, all puns and shits and giggles intended there), it didn’t mean he liked something or someone waking him up that early. Plus, there came the cost of having a baby; diapers, bottles, formula, doctor’s appointments, telling his parents (which wasn’t really so much a physical cost as much as it was an emotional cost), a crib, a new place to live because his apartment only had one bedroom, decorations for a nursery – needless to say it all just piled up on him at once.

Still, somehow all of the fear was outweighed. He was still so ecstatic. Of all people, Denver was going to be a dad. It made him so happy to think that, knowing that this child was going to be his. He could remember vaguely, as if through a mural painting on a window, being in the hospital room when Cheyenne was born. He’d been so little then, but his memory was still in tact of that day. He remembered his mom screaming, and he remembered how for a minute he actually blamed the baby for causing Donna so much pain. But then Eric had leaned in Denny’s direction and said, in a strained voice, “You did this too. Stop it with the mad face.” At least, that’s what Denny’s mind remembered, whether it was really that case or not. But with the memory, Denny came back to reality realizing that all of that was now his turn. He’d get to be in his dad’s place, standing next to Annie as the support system he’d always been for her. He’d get to watch it all in fascination, knowing that the child on the other end would be his and Annie’s together. Boy or girl didn’t matter to Denny – though he knew Annie wanted a daughter. He remembered the talk they’d had on Christmas, and he remembered the way she’d talked about having a daughter. Denver would let Annie have all of whatever she wanted regardless of content, and this baby would be no exception.

Though, the thought of a baby did still hold a bit of a necessity of cautionary provisions. Like Denny needed to go through his cabinets and rid of anything with any sort of alcohol content. If Annie was really pregnant, if they were going to try and raise a healthy baby (or as healthy as either of them could manage, which still wasn’t even to the point of sanity), then Annie wouldn’t be able to drink. Not that Denny drank on any regular basis, but he did occasionally if he felt like it – but not anymore. But at least for the next year and a half or so. But to show Annie that she wasn’t alone, he’d get rid of all of his booze, the little amount he had, just so she would still know she wasn’t alone in this. He wasn’t leaving – not physically, not mentally, not emotionally. It couldn’t happen even if Denny wanted to; he was drawn like the north pole of a magnet to the south pole of another magnet. Even though that wasn’t the most accurate depiction; Annie and Denny weren’t exactly opposites. They weren’t an overplayed Paula Abdul song. They were actually more alike in ways they didn’t even know, so really they were more like moths to a flame with each other rather than any kind of magnets. In any case, that all still led back to the fact that Denny was going to do all he could to see this all through.

Hey, if Annie felt the need, he’d marry her right now. He remembered what he’d told her when she’d told him she’d have said yes if he’d asked her to marry him, but that all changed. He didn’t want to put it in the terms of “Marriage out of Wedlock”, but there really wasn’t any other way to say what was running through his head. He just didn’t mean it in such a denominational way. He felt like when people did that, they just did it for the baby; after the ten months or so was up, both of them agreed to divorce and see other people. That wasn’t Denny though, not with Annie. If and when, more of when than if though, he married Annie, it would be for good. Forever, the way he’d been promising since she’d asked him not to leave. He couldn’t. It wasn’t possible, not even – especially even if a baby was involved. However, he didn’t want Annie thinking that he was just staying with her for the baby. He didn’t want her thinking that he put the baby before her on purpose – because that could never happen either. Annie was his first priority, forever and always, and so in a way he’d see this baby as an extension of Annie and himself.

And then his mind turned again. Back to costs, back to money. He wasn’t blaming Annie in any way for bringing this all upon them in a matter of minutes, considering it was his fault also. One person couldn’t create a baby on their own, Denny knew, and he also knew what had happened on Christmas, whether he knew the specifics of how this happened today or not. But that didn’t change the fact that he didn’t have a steady job outside of the band, and with Annie being pregnant he didn’t think that would even be any form of steady pay checks. She wasn’t M.I.A., that pop star that still performed and did her thing even when she was extremely pregnant. Annie was……Annie; her mind worked in different ways and coupled with hormones and whatever else happened to a woman’s body during pregnancy, Denny didn’t think they’d be able to play until they could find a baby sitter after it was born. And that would cost money. Moving would cost money. Building a nursery and all of that it entailed would cost so much money. Maybe they’d have to get a car, and that would cost money. Rough calculations in his mind sent Denny reeling, wiping the smile off his face with the sheer force of everything that was running through his head.

He thought maybe he could ask his family for some financial support, but they still had to support Cheyenne mostly, even if she was 19 and old enough to move out on her own. They still had mortgage on their house. They had their own expenses to pay for, and they were already helping Denny along when he didn’t have enough money for rent. Denver already owed them hundreds of dollars that they’d told him not to worry about, but asking them for more because he got his girlfriend pregnant and they had no money between the two of them? All of this was starting to make that vulture hanging in his head itch. It made the veins in his arms start to feel like worms, crawling around under his skin, calling for him to shift. Maybe if he did, the worms would leave, he’d have nothing to worry about except for the strong winds that might blow over him as he flew. But he couldn’t do that; Annie was just in his bathroom and pregnant, and he had to face these problems. The only solution he could come up with was that he had to get a job. But who would hire him? Denny’d never really done anything for the greater good of society, and everyone in town just knew him as that kid that ran over some girl in high school. He didn’t have much work experience, wasn’t very good at social interactions, and rarely left Annie’s side. Eight hours a day was too long to not be around Annie, but he’d have to do it if he had to support a baby and his pregnant girlfriend.

And he really needed to stop thinking of Annie that way. It was…..rude, for lack of a more accurate term. Sure, she was his girlfriend, and sure, she was most likely pregnant, but really she was so much more to Denny than any of that. Calling her his ‘pregnant girlfriend’ like she belonged to him and the child was a forced circumstance was just…..demonstrative. Even if that was how everyone else in town would see their situation, it wasn’t how Denny was going to let himself look at it. He had to remind himself that Annie was his one and only, that this baby was only going to challenge them in the ways they needed to get better. As long as he assured himself of that, Denny could get through this mental madness and concentrate on what he needed to do immediately. First he needed to clean out his alcohol inventory. Then he needed to start looking at small houses, big enough to fit three people with maybe a little room to spare – just to get an idea of how much money he was going to need.

But all of his thoughts were cut short when the door to his bathroom was opened. Everything mentally ceased and he looked over at Annie, just watching her move. When his mind started up again, he pictured her body changing as if in a stop motion animation short where everything moved at a constant speed but at the same time it was moving too fast. He just imagined her belly growing, but he didn’t resent it. He couldn’t do such a thing, especially (in this case) knowing that his child was inside of that growing bump. Actually, the way he saw it looked and felt adorable to him, like he could learn to wrap his arms around that belly and just love Annie as much as he did now in eight and a half months. He watched her as she braided her hair and felt himself become a smidge disappointed, mostly because he liked it when Annie’s hair was down. He liked being able to run his fingers through her locks, or bringing her closer when they kissed. But he realized what he was letting himself do and suddenly just kicked the emotion out of the way. He looked again at the braid and rather smiled, just admiring her standing there, her being there with him. Then she smiled at him, and Denny instantly felt his smile return twofold, just spreading like he couldn’t believe it ever had the possibility of doing. A quick thought jumped into his mind and soon he was on his feet, rummaging through his dresser for a large shirt. He wasn’t too sure why he had so many considering how tiny he was width wise, but he had quite a few and so when he found one he brought it over to Annie and kissed her on the cheek.

After she had the shirt on and everything was settled, Denny headed back over to the bed and just started to relax, letting Annie lay whatever way she wanted over or across him. As long as he could hold her, he was going to be content – even if he had to force that upon himself. He didn’t say anything for a while; they just laid there and thought, for Denny it was all about Annie and the baby. And the baby. Still some part of that just hadn’t settled, but it didn’t put him on edge. It made Denny re-realize he was going to be a dad, which just filled him with a sense of euphoria he didn’t know the name of other than some other level of euphoria. That whole aura of feelings started to wear Denny out after a while, even though he’d gotten a good amount of sleep before. Logic made no sense anymore, so eventually Denny just drifted into a dreamless sleep, letting the darkness around his head just close in on him as if it were an old friend instead of something to be afraid of. He had bigger things to fear than a childhood nemesis called Darkness.

Sometime hours later, Denny suddenly woke up feeling like Miss Clavel (the nun from the Madeline books). Something is not right ran through his mind, and though he would have laughed at the allusion any other time, he really felt like something was not right. His stomach turned in a much different manner than it had hours ago, and in the dark he could hardly see what was happening. Something was on his leg though, and he could hear Annie whimpering. Every little acute detail of the room was suddenly a danger, and before looking at his leg he looked quickly around the room to see if anything or anyone had gotten in. If it was that jackass werewolf guy from the jewelry store, Denny was ready to punch his fucking lights out. There was no way, even over his dead body, that Denny would let that guy touch Annie – the possibility of him being here just suddenly riled Denny’s mind and made him feel so on edge he felt like he’d fall of the cliff if he moved. But then Annie was getting louder, and Denny was honestly worried more about her than what was in the room. The sensation of whatever was under his leg pulled his mind back to the bed, and as fast as he could manage he was running for the light. He should have just kept it dark though.

Blood.

That was all he saw.

Blood, and too much of it. It covered where his leg had been, flowing in a direction he didn’t like the sight of. Instantly Denny’s body wasn’t running on logic or thought, just knowledge and ability. He had to get Annie out of here, to a doctor regardless of her hatred of them. Hey, he wasn’t their biggest fan either, but this was a dire situation that Denny did not want to get any worse. If he could have thought, he’d have vomited right there, and so slightly he was grateful he was running just on the knowing of what he had to do. Quickly he was moving around the bed to Annie, picking her up and forgetting about whatever was really happening to her body. The logical part of his mind was screaming and crying because he really knew what this was, he just couldn’t say it. He couldn’t come to terms with it, so instead he raced across his apartment, rushed past the door after he had it opened, and was on the street in a matter of seconds. The fact that he was light on his feet due to his semi-hollow bones (which was due to the fact that he was half bird pretty much) gave Denny a speed he wouldn’t have if he wasn’t a shifter. In no time, he was rushing through the emergency room, screaming for someone to help Annie. Once she was on a wheeled bed, surrounded by people Denny didn’t know and couldn’t identify, he started to freak out. He didn’t understand what he was saying, but he knew his throat hurt and his eyes were so bugged out of his head he felt like they might fall out of their sockets if they moved anymore.

By the time he couldn’t even find Annie anymore, Denver was crying. He was told to take a seat in the family waiting room and begrudgingly did so, holding his eyes in his hands, just letting anything and everything roam around in his head. The biggest, brightest newsflash among those thoughts was the realization that he was not going to be a dad in nine months. It shattered his hopes to know that, but he had to stay strong. He couldn’t be insensitive, but he had to still be the stable one. He had to face the fact that he wasn’t going to have a baby with Annie, but he knew he couldn’t stand to lose her over this. He couldn’t stand to lose Annie any time, and that thought got him through the long minutes until a tall man in a white jacket stepped into the room. Denny looked up, knowing well that his eyes were bloodshot and his face probably looked twisted and demented. “You’re here for an…..Annabelle Windsor, correct?

[/i]” It took Denny a moment to get himself to not, partially because he never used the name Annabelle for Annie, and partially because his neck was sore. The man nodded towards the door and Denny stood up. “She’s in intensive care right now, and only family is allowed-[/i]” The man didn’t have time to finish.

“I’m her fiancé.” It was slightly the truth, so Denny didn’t feel like a liar on top of everything. The man nodded, and his scrubs obnoxiously sounded as he turned around and led Denny down endless hallways to Annie’s room. As soon as he saw the name on the papers hanging outside the door, Denny’s heart skipped a beat, and the thoughts of the baby were gone. He was just solely worried about Annie now, and as soon as the scrubs man was out of the way, Denny hurried over to Annie and instinctively took her hand. He felt like crying again. If the man in the scrubs said anything, Denny didn’t hear it, wasn’t paying any attention to it. He was just so focused on Annie and the well being of her physicality that nothing else really mattered. “Please tell me you’re okay.” He just couldn’t stand to hear that she was still in pain, that she wasn’t doing well enough to speak to him. All Denny wanted was for Annie to look at him, tell him she loved him, and be well enough to go home.


3157 HOW THE FUCK DID I DO THIS? ANOTHER RECORD BROKEN BETWEEN TWO FUCKING THREADS. -- seren/annie <3 -- I MADE IT ALL. 'cept the lyrics go to fall out boy. -- OUTFIT WITH THE SILLY HAT! -- UM YEAH I'M EXTREMELY HAPPY WITH THIS JUST SAYING.[/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[ANNABELLE MARIE HURLEY]

AND LOVE IS NOT A VICTORY MARCH IT'S A COLD
and it's a broken hallelujah

Annie didn’t know what was happening. She had fallen asleep with Denny holding her and it seemed like only seconds later someone turned the light on. She groaned, like why was that happening. And then she kind of gasped because there was this pain by her stomach and it threw her off more. Her mind wasn’t working fast enough to understand what was happening, and Denny was picking her up. Her mind was reeling and she wanted to ask what was happening but her mind wasn’t working fast enough. She had kind of been pulled out of sleep too soon and she didn’t understand but something felt weird about his hand under her leg and she looked down and her legs were all red and it just wasn’t connecting right in her head with everything that was happening. Then they were outside and it was cold, and Annie kind of finally realized what was happening, and her mouth formed a silent little o and she just rested her head back and kind of went limp in his arms, letting Denny take her where he wanted.

Hospitals, however, were by far not her favorite thing. Immediately Annie grabbed Denny’s shirt when the stiff smell hit her. Hospitals smelled like nothing but chemicals and disease. All of the natural was completely bleached out of them. It was too much and too bright and she didn’t want to let go of him because the sudden fear that was shot into her system was just more than anything that had been driven into her from being pregnant. To be ripped from Denny literally broke her apart. Her mind wasn’t working well enough to understand that was what needed to happen, she wasn’t understanding that she needed to go away from him so that she could get better, all she knew was that she was being wheeled away in one of the scariest places she could ever be and Denver wasn’t stopping it. She wanted to scream. Too much was happening and she couldn’t think about what this all was. When stuff like this happened she normally just relied on Denver to hold her close and kiss her and tell her everything would be okay, but he wasn’t there. It was just Annie and people she didn’t know and things that she didn’t like and things she just didn’t understand. When she couldn’t see him and she didn’t want to see anything, Annie just closed her eyes. She took a deep breath, and let go. She stopped thinking about everything. Her fight was gone, and she just laid there and didn’t care about the poking and proding, didn’t care about what they said was about her, didn’t care what happened. Her heart beat sloppily in her chest and she felt like she had lost everything because now she didn’t have Denver and she didn’t have a baby and it was all her fault.

The reality of it crushed her, it felt like ten thousand pounds on her chest because she knew it was true. The first three weeks, nearly a month that she was pregnant she hadn’t eaten anything. True, she had stopped with the bulimia, but that didn’t mean that she had actually eaten anything. She had starved herself she had burned herself and she had alienated herself from life. And now it was paying her back, and she blamed herself. She just couldn’t breathe, it hurt so bad to realize that she had done this, because that’s what she had done. To the people around her she was just Annabelle Windsor, a girl with a miscarriage, suspicious burns, and symptoms of bulimia that were hiding in her blood and the sides of her throat. (Annie hadn’t even realized that they might notice those things and keep her for that.) But to herself she was just Annie, the girl who made everything go wrong, who hurt herself and just wanted to be out of her. She just wanted to lay in bed with Denny forever and never move. She didn’t want to confront this that was eating away at her. She was the girl who’s own mind had destroyed something that made the person she loved so happy. She didn’t understand how he felt so much love for her when she just ruined everything that they made. He brought them happiness and Annie found some way to ruin it every time. It never ended well when Annie was involved.

Annie didn’t know how long it was, but she just sat there and had her eyes closed and her hands balled on her side. Afraid, terrified of what was going to happen next. But her fight was gone and she was just tired. She was exhausted with everything that had happened. They had gotten so close, they had been fixing her, and now this. She took deep breaths and tried to ignore all the sounds. She tried to ignore the feeling of wanting to shift and everything that went with it because that was the last thing she needed right now. The door started to open but Annie didn’t pay any attention to it because she was used to all the shuffling. She didn’t pay any attention until the sense of familiarity overwhelmed her and she opened her eyes. She wanted to smile, but she wanted to cry, and so the feelings just kind of canceled each other out and she looked up at him with doe eyes. He held her hand and Annie felt better and part of her just wanted to scream at him why didn’t you stay with me but something held her back. It wasn’t the obvious fact that he couldn’t have come, but it was more like maybe her eyes were saying that right now. It might have also been the fact that she felt guilty, like she was in no place to say anything like that. She just was so calmed by him being there. Please tell me you’re okay.

Annie just wanted to become a blubbering mess and then she almost did. Her face twisted into something sad. “Denny, I’m so sorry.” she closed her eyes. “I’m so so so sorry, so so so so so sorry. I’m sorry. I c-can’t believe this happened.” She couldn’t look at him anymore she just looked down and want to cry and her eyes teared up and were dangerously close to over flowing. Annie couldn’t decide on what she wanted to do, or needed to do, it just wasn’t working. She wanted him to sit on this wretched bed and brush back her hair and kiss her forehead and tell her that she was beautiful and everything would be fine, more than fine, that everything was perfect. But she knew that it wasn’t, and so she just looked down and whispered quietly. “It’s my fault….”



1,148 - OUTFIT - lyrics to that song i'm obsessed with and this thread is obviously for denver - i'm sorry.

[DENVER CARLOS HURLEY]

what a match ,
I'M HALF DOOMED AND YOU'RE SEMI-SWEET

Denny was not concerned with the baby – or lack thereof – in the least bit. To him, that was all old news; he’d figured it all out back at his apartment and honestly, even if he didn’t like the circumstances, he wasn’t really all that bothered by it. Not now anyway. Right now his main concern was getting Annie home safely, away from all of this white and utter seclusion form what the both of them really needed, other than each other. He wanted more for her to be okay and to get better than to be a parent right now, considering that’s what he’d wanted yesterday morning. His eyes weren’t heavily laden with tears over a being that never got to be, but rather for the girl he loved and the situation they were in. So regardless of the scrubs man standing at the door, if he even was now, Denny moved onto the bed as carefully as he could, taking the time to just wrap what he could around Annie and attempt to relax. But that wasn’t possible, not here. This place didn’t smell like the sky like his bedroom did with the wide open window right above his bed. This place didn’t feel as comfortable as his apartment or his roof or the sky itself did. This place felt wrong, and so relaxing in a place that felt so horribly unnatural made Denny want to just cry more because they weren’t at home. But he had to deal with what he did have right now, because you never really did know what you had until it was gone, right?

He sighed and ignored anything that wasn’t him and Annie, just holding her as close as he could without causing her any pain. Sure, eventually he’d get emotional over the baby, but on his list of things to worry about, it wasn’t high. Right now, Annie was number one, and he knew she’d want him close in this place. He wasn’t as opposed to Hospitals as Annie was, but that didn’t mean he just walked in every day to say hi and walk around. Sure, he resented the white walls and the closed, dark windows, but right now he knew it was for the best. At least he was there, and Annie was alive for him to be with. “Stop apologizing.” His words didn’t come out in a command, but rather just a little mumble as he pressed his face into whatever skin and hair of hers he could access from laying right there, next to her. Almost on as much instinct as had pulled him to her in the bed before, his lips found her skin, and he actually felt okay for the first time since he’d woken up this morning. “I’m only worried about you right now. Stop saying sorry.” He didn’t ever want her to apologize for that. He’d known she hadn’t been eating to some extent, and he’d known about her history with her eating disorder, and when everything added up yeah, Denny had to admit this was Annie’s fault. But he didn’t particularly dislike her in any way because of it. He still loved her, and he knew he didn’t feel any resentment because of the fact that they both needed to get better. Maybe this would just be a wake up call, even though the beach had already been a sign of that.

In an instant, he could feel tears coming back on. He couldn’t tell why now, but he felt them in the way his throat started to close up and his eyes started to shut and clench. He held his breath as to keep strong, to not let the water works start again, and he found he was actually successful. But when he let his breath out, he shook almost violently, and he knew Annie would notice. He couldn’t hide everything from her – he could hardly hide anything from her, actually. Instead of dwelling on the shaking, since he didn’t even know why he was about to just let loose and cry Denny just found his lips finding Annie’s skin again. He sighed there, just keeping his posture that way and not really finding the necessity or want to move. Though his mind was a tangled web of tragedy and sadness and loneliness, Denny couldn’t deny that little hint of content as he laid beside Annie, knowing she was alive and she was there with him, for him. “I didn’t know what to think when they took you, Annie. I didn’t know if you were going to m-make it back to me or not.” His words kept coming out in this small, almost broken tone, and he realized he wasn’t even looking at Annie. He was staring out the window, looking right at the sky that was filled with just a dark blanket of blue due to the lights around them that dimmed the stars that were really there. It felt empty to look there, and the feeling soon found its way into Denny. He looked away to keep the emptiness from reaching his head, finding Annie right in front of him the only other thing besides the starless night….or rather early morning that was real.

“I know you hate it here.” His hand found one of hers and laced his fingers through hers. “But I had nowhere else to take you. I needed to keep you with me, Annie. I can’t lose you.” The feeling of being in The Swan Princess ran across his mind, and if he’d been in a laughing mood he would have chuckled himself out of breath. He felt cheesy, but it was better than feeling utter and inescapable despair. He let the possibility of asking her what he had if he didn’t have her, but he didn’t feel like speaking anymore. He just wanted to be there, with her, or anywhere with Annie really. He’d rather be at home, holding her and telling her that he wasn’t mad or disappointed at her. He couldn’t tell her that he didn’t blame her for this since he knew just as well as Annie did that this was her fault, but he wouldn’t come out and plainly tell her that she was to blame. So he just held on, knowing that Annie was there regardless of the presence or absence of their baby. They’d get another chance, he knew, and he had to keep telling himself that in order to not convulse or something. He repeated the thought over and over again in his head, letting it settle in for a couple of silent minutes until, without much of his consent he just let it out. “We’ll have another chance. Another chance.”

Another kiss to her skin just let Denny get comfortable with the fact that they’d be there for a while. He’d eventually get up to open the window, let some fresh air in and some of the chemical-filled air out. They had a valid excuse – animals weren’t kept in hospitals nearly as long as humans were, and the two of them were both at least part animal. The doctors would have to deal with the open window, but for now that wasn’t even the case. Right now the windows were closed and Denny’s nose itched with the smell of the room. Thankfully, having Annie right there again, having her hair right next to his face helped. It made the itching bearable, like it was just a dull twitch under his skin that he could ignore. Just minutes ago he’d cried his heart out over a subject he couldn’t remember right now, but he knew he’d done so at such an extremity because Annie had been ripped away from him, taken away and pushed onto another floor of the hospital. He didn’t get to say goodbye, didn’t get to tell her he loved her before the doctors had their hands anywhere they could get. What if she hadn’t survived? He hadn’t gotten to say anything that mattered before they took her away, and if she hadn’t made it back to him – or really the other way around – Denny would have gone home and found a way to do himself in. Because honestly, what did he have without Annie? He’d spent so much time on the subject that answers instantly flooded his mind, and one that really stood out held the most truth: nothing.

He didn’t have love. He didn’t have music. He didn’t have a reason to go out and fly. He didn’t have the possibility of having a child. He didn’t have anyone that would ever want to marry him and spend the rest of their lives with him. He didn’t have someone to fix. He didn’t have a reason to want to fix anyone. He didn’t have friends. He hardly had a family as it was. He didn’t have motivation to be a better person than he thought he was. He didn’t have someone that would forget his mistakes no matter how many times he apologized for them and made them a bigger deal than they already were. He didn’t have anyone that accepted him regardless of his past. Just imagining his life without Annie, imagining his life tomorrow without Annie was impossible unless he ran through every situation that had ever gone through his mind and temporarily wiped her from his memory. But that was a painful process, and so Denny avoided it, sticking to what he knew and what he had. Almost randomly he blurted out, “I love you,” in that small voice.


1600 -- seren/annie <3 -- I MADE IT ALL. 'cept the lyrics go to fall out boy. -- OUTFIT WITH THE SILLY HAT! -- a significantly smaller word count but i'm pleased wit it :)

[ANNABELLE MARIE HURLEY]

AND LOVE IS NOT A VICTORY MARCH IT'S A COLD
and it's a broken hallelujah

Denny was like her own personal mind reader. Sure, Abby could read her mind but not too clearly because she was half animal. But this was entirely different. Denver read her feelings more, understanding exactly what he needed and the way he needed to give it to her. And there were never any misinterpretations. Even when she screamed that she wanted something else, he would disregard her and give her what she really needed. On the beach when she wrapped herself up, seeming like an island that was constantly drifting away, he stood up and grabbed her anyway. He never got it wring, he knew Annie better than she knew herself. And of course, now was no exception as he laid down next to her, pulling her close and wrapping his whole presence around her. 

Stop apologizing. He pressed his face into her hair and Annie sighed, finding it easy to obey him. She closed her eyes because she could be content with his breath on the back of her neck, even if she wasn't wearing his familiar shirt, even if this hospital dress and these hospital sheets were too crisp and paperlike, even if having an iv in her elbow felt so unnatural that she just wanted to scream. She could close her eyes and sigh when Denny kissed her neck gently, she could let it all just melt away and focus only on how much she loved him and how good it felt to have him next to her. The hour or two that she had been ripped from his arms left her desperate for him. He was only worried about her, he only cared about her, he was the only thing she could focus on. She kept her eyes closed and just focused on his warm breath fanning against her neck and hair, the way he was close and she could feel his chest with the steady rise and fall of his breathing. Was it cheesy to say that was her world, that was how she kept time and measured TE days, that was how she counted happiness? Maybe, but she didn't care in that moment… or any moment really. He made her feel safe, he could protect her from heaven and hell and everything in-between. Annie had an in-human confidence in him when it came to that, that nothing would ever convince him or force him to let her go. 

Part of her wondered why that confidence hadn't been lessened when her hands had been pried from his shirt and she had been moved to this bed in the first place. But she couldn't really dwell in it because she was slightly distracted by his change in breathing; it seemed like he'd stopped, he was holding his breath. She was about to turn her head and see if she could look at him but then he let it out, and with that action, he kind of convulsed against her. She worried; Annie couldn't help that, she was a natural worrier when it came to Denny.  It was funny how she was such a polar opposite from what people thought, but then again she knew some people thought she was on drugs. She wondered if this entire episode would somehow drip it's way down into the town gossip. Would disgust turn to pity for the weird girl who'd lost her baby, who had bled so much that she needed to stay in this bed? What about everything else they would find out; her burns and her stomach and everything else. She exhaled deeply, trying to push out all those thoughts and try to focus on what was real, what was happening. Everywhere that their bodies were touching acted like an anchor for her as she sunk back into the situation. He kissed her neck again, and he was shaking. That surprised her. I didn’t know what to think when they took you, Annie. I didn’t know if you were going to m-make it back to me or not. His words made her shiver involuntarily, because his lips were still pressed against her neck, and their movements tickled. She just wanted to turn and hug him with all the strength she had left, and then what she didn't. She wanted to suck out all the energy from her bones and her organs and her thoughts to just comfort him, and say she was there. 

It shook the foundations of her world to hear Denver so close to crying. It wasn't about either of their pride, or something, it was just… sobering. It forced Annie to realize what had happened. 

His fingers laced through her's, and his words pushed her out of this mindset and make her hyperaware of the sheets and the stench, and then it was Annie's turn to sound like she was going to sob. "I can't stand it." she whispered, and her throat sounded raw. "I don't want to stay any longer, I want to go home. Please take me home, Denny. I can't stand to be here." It was unfair of her to ask such things though, because Denny couldn't do anything about it. His next words seemed out of place to her for a moment, but quickly they sunk in and Annie realized hoe very relevant they were. We’ll have another chance. Another chance. Annie couldn't even think of words to say because this chance wasn't supposed to have happened in the first way. 

He kissed the skin by his lips once more and Annie felt herself relax a little, but she still felt on edge and wanted to grind her teeth or something. She took her hand that wasn't with his and started tracing patterns on his arm that was resting across her, like on Christmas. Her fingers looked feeble and weak, like the ring that glinted in the light was almost too heavy for her hand, but her fingers moved with ease, and her expression looked far away. "I love you too," she said, her voice barely a whisper "more than I thought I would ever love anyone." Love had never seemed like something that was attainable to Annie, it had never seemed like something she deserved. But it had surprised her, jumped in so suddenly that she could hardly believe it. But now it was here, in this hospital bed. Annie's hair was still braided, and tangled up like a nest by Denver's face. She looked at the window, where the horizon seemed purple like a bruise. She laughed lightly, but it was more like an exhale of air, because she still felt the weight of dooming her own pregnancy because of her own issues. "When was the last time we woke up early enough to see the sunrise?"

She sighed after that, and remained quiet for some time. Part of her brain was wondering though, and suddenly Annie was worried. When she spoke again, her tone held this scary kind of urgency, but was still low and hushed even though they were alone. "I'm scared. They're gonna wanna know about my burns. What will we do? They're gonna wanna keep me. I can't stat. What will they think? Will they give me something?" Her words rushed together in the sudden fear that had griped her. Self harm raised questions, and after something as traumatic as a miscarriage the odds would be even higher, although that wasn't the case, especially considering she was a little thankful this had happened. She definitely hadn't been ready. 



1,260 - OUTFIT - lyrics to that song i'm obsessed with and this thread is obviously for denver - blarg

[DENVER CARLOS HURLEY]

what a match ,
I'M HALF DOOMED AND YOU'RE SEMI-SWEET

Denny didn’t know what was going to happen. It was an unsettling feeling to realize that, but he couldn’t lay there and pretend like he could predict the future. The thought was extra unnerving because – what if they realized something was off about Annie? What if the doctors tried to take her away from him and put her in another hospital, but this time one for crazy people and murderers? Well, Denny wouldn’t let them, first of all. He’d rather just get her out of the hospital and run until neither of them could run anymore, since neither of them had a car. What if they made him leave? Well, he wouldn’t. He’d fight to stay here, with Annie, until he couldn’t fight anymore, and then he’d push himself to keep fighting. He was not leaving, not until Annie was released and he could take her home. He was not letting anyone move her; it would be a miracle if he’d let the doctor’s get close enough to touch her. Denver felt so much like a predator, but Annie was his and she was literally the only thing he had, which meant in a situation like this he was going to be a predator. He was going to hold on to Annie for as long and as hard as he could, no matter what.

Coming this close to just having her taken from him for good made him feel over protective, more so than he did on any other basis. Being so close to having nothing made Denny feel like he hadn’t been trying hard enough, but not in a way that made him sink back into that insecure, unconfident mindset. He just felt like he could do more. He felt like he could be more ferocious to people that would threaten him and Annie. He didn’t necessarily feel the need to be that way, but he knew he could be. Laying there with Annie, having her worry about what was going to happen, Denny just felt so animalistic, like his vulture had started seeping into his human. Annie was his flock, speaking in bird terms, and even Vultures had to have their flock. They weren’t always loners, even though in the desert it was ‘the fewer the better’ considering how little animal life there is. So having Annie was exactly his flock, and instinctively he couldn’t let anything happen to her. Other than this – but this was something beyond his control. But at the same time as all of that, he felt hopeless. He couldn’t take her home now, not while she needed to physically get better. Denny knew that above all other things. He couldn’t sneak her out of the hospital, especially not intensive care, until they were in another room and unless someone was trying to take her from him.

“I know,” he said, just letting his lips do whatever to Annie’s skin. He had to sigh again mostly because he didn’t know what else to say right away. He wanted out of there as much as Annie did, but they couldn’t just leave until she was given the green to do so. How was he supposed to explain to a doctor that two shifters had been sitting in his apartment for days trying to heal each other emotionally and mentally until Annie had ran into his bathroom, which had triggered this whole situation? What doctor in their right mind would sign papers to let Annie out of the hospital if he even tried to bring that up? Well, that was something Denny was going to keep under wraps. “I want to,” he said, telling her the absolute truth and everything that was on his mind in the simplest terms he could manage. “I don’t want you here either. And I would if I could, but –” His words were just cut off because he didn’t have an ending to that sentence. It just ran on into images in his head, as if they were in Resident Evil instead of in a hospital. He just saw them creeping down dark hallways and if he was in the mood he would have chuckled. But he wasn’t in that mood; he was scared, honestly, but grateful that he could hold Annie and talk to her and tell her the things he hadn’t gotten to before. All Denny could really do was tighten his grip on her hand a bit, even though she’d started rubbing his arm. That made it easier to think, but it didn’t make his words easier to say. “But you need to get better. Physically, here. The doctors know what they’re doing, as much as I hate to admit that.”

Again he sighed, just laying there with nothing much to say. All he could do was listen; the halls were clear and everyone was asleep. They were too high off the ground for him to hear through the window, at least to be able to hear what was going on outside on the ground level. But Denny could hear the wind. It blew with a strength he wished had now, so he could take Annie home and forget about all of this. But that was impossible in so many ways. Denny wasn’t the wind, just its accomplice. Denny couldn’t break Annie out because he could hardly stand with his body shaking like this, even if it had lessened from before. He couldn’t forget about this. Denny’s first child had died today, and that thought sent chills through him that Denny didn’t know he could feel. Instead of making him resent Annie though, he reminded himself that the child was also Annie’s, so he held on tighter, like she needed the support (and she probably did). He listened to her tell him how much she loved him, which put a smile on his face, even though his throat was starting to close up again. That irritating pull on the muscles in his neck was familiarized and it started to drive Denny a bit crazy, but he was forced to forget about it. The thought that he could and would never forget this morning haunted him, hanging over his head the way the monster did when he was on the very of being enraged.

Annie’s words broke through his little world he was living in, making him look out the window at once. The sky looked the same, and the wind sounded just as harsh, but now there was a certain light to it that Denny hadn’t seen before. Her question held some bit of truth; he couldn’t remember the last time they’d stayed up and watched the sun rise together. They’d spent so much time in his bed, asleep by the time the sun was rising (no matter what they’d done on that bed), that the sunrise had just seemed insignificant. But it wasn’t. It brought the hope of a new day, Denny knew. “I-” he said, cut off again because he had no answer. He just kept looking at the window, as if it would finish his sentence for him. Denny knew better, and logic took over to a point where his mind tried to find an answer. “I don’t remember.” He let out a disappointed sound, but there wasn’t really a name for it. It wasn’t a sigh, but it wasn’t a whimper – just something in between. And then before he knew it, Annie’s words were reeling his mind back into that spot of uncertainty but certainty at the same time. It confused Denny and made his mind split in two and work those separate ways, but somehow with this connection to her he was able to keep some sense.

All he could do at first was kiss Annie’s skin again and try to calm his own shaking. He sighed again, which he’d been doing a lot, just to calm his mind. The center that had split stopped working and zipped itself back into one mind that functioned simultaneously. “We tell them that you were in an accident. Don’t give them specifics. Say you blacked out and you can’t remember.” Denny felt horrible for telling Annie to lie, but she was so scared and Denny was so scared that she’d be transferred to a loony bin. He didn’t need to have her ripped from his arms twice in a matter of hours; he didn’t think he could stand that. “Don’t tell them that we’ve been in my apartment trying to fix each other. It’s not a secret unless it’s from a person in scrubs. They’ll find something wrong and pin it on us.” Now he just sounded like Clyde, like he was making Annie, Bonnie. He needed to keep her with him though. “But if that doesn’t work….I’ll find a way.” A way for what, Denny couldn’t really say – he just knew he’d find a way. Suddenly the sky wasn’t so inviting anymore, even with this new light Annie had cast upon it. “I’m not letting anyone take you.”



1504-- seren/annie <3 -- I MADE IT ALL. 'cept the lyrics go to fall out boy. -- OUTFIT WITH THE SILLY HAT! -- a bit weird but yeah there it is XD

[ANNABELLE MARIE HURLEY]

AND LOVE IS NOT A VICTORY MARCH IT'S A COLD
and it's a broken hallelujah

I’m not letting anyone take you. Annie turned her head to look at him, and their faces touched in some places. Her forehead pressed against his, and their noses kind of brushed against each other. Their lips were close, but not touching, and she could feel his breath. She watched what she could see of his face for a few seconds, and then she closed her eyes. She didn't really have anything to say, but she felt like she had everything to say. His words meant so much to her just from that short sentance, he meant so much from her. It was true that her eyes had been opened through this ordeal. Not only were her feelings regarding a child a bit different (she knew just how unprepared she was now) but also she realized how attached she had gotten to Denny. When she needed him she needed him. When she wanted him to keep holding on and then they pulled her away, she wanted to scream and pull her hair out and claw at her skin for lack of something else to do. She couldn't believe that she had left for a week. She just knew she would never do it again. She kept her eyes closed and leaned forward ever so slightly, one soft, gentle, brief kiss because that's all she could manage. 

"I love you," she said quietly, not pulling her attention from him as the door opened and a nurse came in. "You should be asleep..." Annie didn't even look away or turn her head or acknowledge that the nurse had come in. she really couldn't care less. She was stuck in this world with Denny, unable to come out of it or even care that she was stuck. God, she'd missed him, even in just the few hours that she had been proceed and prodded and diagnosed and medicated, she had just cried and blubbered at the medical staff. They probably thought it was because she had lost the baby, but that was the last thing on her mind. All Annie had wanted was for Denny to rush in and save her, to scoop her up into his arms and against his chest, to take her home where they could fawn over each other all day. But that's not what had happened, so she had kept crying and screaming until she couldn't anymore, and then she had just been silent, withdrawn. But Denver had came in and held her hand and held all of her and kissed her hair and her neck and told her he wouldn't let anyone take her, and now she felt like things were getting better. Annie saw the nurse move out of her vision, towards the iv. She immediately sat up kind of, pulling her head up and twisting so her arm could support her. "No, I'm fin-" she didn't finish her sentence, however, because a crippling pain ripped it's way though her abdomen and Annie cringed, leaning back down softly. The nurse had a look of I-told-you-so. Annie just nodded meekly as she changed out the bags hanging there. The nurse loitered for a minute, checking different things as Annie curled her body towards Denny, resting her forehead below his neck. 

Annie immediately regretted letting the nurse give her the medication though. Drowsiness set in almost instantly, and she didn't want to sleep, she just wanted to stay against Denny. Her breathing quickened as paranoia set in; what would they do to her while she was asleep? But when his arms wrapped around her she calmed down easily. Denny wouldn't let them touch her, he would stay there and hold her close and keep her safe while she slept. It was moments like these where she wondered how she had ever gotten along without him. Her mind wandered lazily as she got closer to sleep. She was crazy, that much was sure. But she wasn't in denial about it, so did that count for something? Annie had never pictured herself losing her mind… had Denny ever imagined falling in love with someone who had lost their mind? Annie couldn't answer any of those questions, even though half of them weren't questions. The effects of the medicine kicked in all the way, and she fell into a fitful sleep, one of those dark, dreamless, chemically induced kinds. She regretted the medicine too, because this kind of felt like someone was holding her down and torturing her, but she couldn't yell or move or do anything. She hated it immediately, but it was a sleep with no room for thought, and her body forced her out of her mind. 

When Annie woke up, she felt sort of alone. The late afternoon sun creeped in through an open window, bright behind her eyelids, a clue to how long she had slept. Her hands moved out over the small bed and she noticed she was overwhelmingly alone, not even a warm spot signaling that Denny had been there less than an hour ago. She turned over, the iv pulling at her skin before the little wheeled thing kicked in, moving it closer. Annie was sick of that, and her nose scrunched up in disgust. She finally opened her eyes and looked straight at the crook of her elbow, where she violently ripped the needle out. Immediately, blood pooled on the indent in her muscles there, and Annie whimpered with the pain. She just didn't want to deal with more things messing up her naturally way of living. She felt drowsy, and she couldn't tell if it was because she had slept for like two days, or if they had taken obscene amounts of blood, or if it was because she had just woken up, or if they had given her some kind of mere other than the sleeping stuff. Her senses were maddeningly dull, so she didn't even notice Denver sleeping in the chair until she turned her head that way. Her first instinct was to be closer to him, and she followed it. The blood ran down her arm slowly when she moved but Annie ignored it, even when it started to snake down her hand and wind between her fingers. It would stop, and she would become alert, just with some smears along the way. When it was at her fingertips though, she found it kind of bothersome, and grabbed one of the small, stiff pillows from her hospital bed, pressing it against her arm. Annie's hospital dress was crisp and obnoxious and left her feeling bare. But all of those factors meant next to nothing compared to the fact that she wasn't with Denny. 

She kicked her legs over the bed and put her feet on the ground and stood up. She didn't know where her balance was. She didn't feel very wolf like at all; she felt clumsy and human. They'd given her something, something unnatural. But she couldn't even care, she just need to get to Denny. She moved uncertainly to him and crawled in his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. She tried to keep the pillow against her arm because she didn't want to get blood on him, although there had been a lot of that last night. With that thought and another pain like a kick to her stomach, she finally came to terms with the immensity of what had happened, and she lost control. She pressed her face against Denny's neck, crying kind of silently. Her throat felt sore like she had been screaming in her sleep, but that probably wasn't the case. She didn't really care in the moment though, all she could think was that they weren't having a child. That probably wouldn't have bothered her, because she really, really hadn't been ready, but it had Bren her fault. Not to mention, it was so real. This wasn't some metaphorical thing, it had been a real, almost-living, almost-breathing thing that Annie could have loved, that Denver had already loved. And it was gone, and they would never have it back. Sure, she could always get pregnant again, but she could never get this baby back for as long as she lived, and she knew it would haunt her forever. 


1,379 - OUTFIT - lyrics to that song i'm obsessed with and this thread is obviously for denver - cries

[DENVER CARLOS HURLEY]

what a match ,
I'M HALF DOOMED AND YOU'RE SEMI-SWEET

Denver just did not know what to do. Essentially, he could figure it out as they went along, but for the most part he didn’t have the slightest inclination as to how to get away from this place. Plans would be formulated eventually, but that didn’t make this helpless feeling go away any faster. Actually, just procrastinating made him feel a bit worse. It made him feel like he wasn’t doing enough again, like he had to do more if he really wanted to be at home. But what? What was there to do? Denny couldn’t even think of something while his heart was trying to just focus on what was in front of him. It transformed his mind, twisted it into particles he didn’t know it could form into. His felt like a shaken can of soda rather than a head, and it sort of irritated him that so many parts of his anatomy could be tugging him in so many directions. He felt out of control again, but because of the substantial circumstance before him, his heart seemed to be winning. He had to get past the feelings of having no way out for now and just accept what was before him. Plus, the more he thought about all of that the more he was forgetting about Annie, right there in front of him.

So he let his heart win, let his mind shut off and drop like soda into a cup. He let out a sigh, not that he’d realized he’d been holding in a breath, kissed Annie back, and just smiled at her words. Everything about her was making this better, making it easier to deal with. Sure, he’d find some fault in this whole situation later and cry again over the baby that wasn’t, but for now he had Annie, and that was more than enough. He didn’t have time to say his words back, because suddenly the door opened behind him and his mind was starting up again. It became harder and harder to focus on just Annie, but he fought the urge to turn around and glare. You should be asleep. Denny wanted to snort. She’ll go to sleep when she feels like it. But his thoughts didn’t mean a thing, because no sooner did they make it into his consciousness, Annie nearly doubled over. Well, she would have if they’d been standing up. Either way, Denny could tell she was in pain, and honestly it set him more on edge than not knowing what their next move would be. Denny watched with his eye brows lowered as the nurse changed the IV, holding onto Annie like she was a golden prize instead of a living being. Soon enough, the nurse was gone, but Annie was following her at least mentally. It wasn’t like he always needed her to be up to talk to him, and the nurse was right – getting better would be less painful if she were asleep, even in a chemically induced state – but that didn’t mean that Denny wouldn’t feel any less lonely. There was no way he was going to get sleep after this last night, especially since they’d slept more in the last two days than Denny could ever remember having his eyes closed.

But before he knew it, Annie was out like a light. All Denny could do was stare into the now dark room, only then noticing that the nurse had turned the light off. He felt engulfed, but with Annie right there he didn’t feel exactly claustrophobic. He could breathe, but it was like he was standing in a room full of people that were all judging him. The darkness was taking his weaknesses, and if he made one wrong move, it would use them against him. Thankfully, one of those weaknesses was not agility. Though his lighter-than-a-human’s bones were just that, they were easily breakable – but Denny was careful and was able to move without really worrying about being a klutz. And even still, he had no immediate plans of moving at all. He had Annie there, in this uncomfortable, stiff bed, and although he wasn’t able to sleep and just drift off into another world, he didn’t feel the need to. He was just Denny, just laying there with Annie, and even the simplicity of that thought put in him a calmer, more attuned to just Annie mood.

But something wasn’t right – and that feeling set him into a totally different mindset. It ruined anything he was feeling just the second before, and the second after he heard voices. The familiarity of the nurse was there, and the hovering, quiet voice of the man in the scrubs was back. Denny’s face turned and gently he moved to sit up. He let Annie lay down carefully, though he automatically missed her in some part of him that was being pushed away with every word he was hearing. “She has burns everywhere. I’m concerned.

[/b]” The nurse was currently letting in some names in Denny’s head that he couldn’t say out loud and retain his pride, mostly because of his past. If these doctors didn’t know who he was yet, they’d figure it out eventually. Along with his curiosity, Denny’s rage started to boil. It began in the tips of his toes, and the closer he got to the door the farther it moved. He heard scrubs man speak: “We’ll have to keep her for a while. Maybe even transfer-” Denny’s ears started ringing so loudly that he could no longer hear what they were saying, even though he was right behind the door now. His hand stiffly reached for the knob and turned, then he was blinded by the white light of the hall that was so unnatural with the use of fluorescents that Denny’s body would have just rejected them if they’d been ingested into his system.

The doctors looked at Denny with wide doe-eyes, as if he’d been driving that car again and he was about to hit them with his front fender. “Excuse me?” His voice was more calm than he knew he was capable of, but Denny knew for a fact that his face was horrifying and probably showed off just what he was feeling. The doctors continued to stare at him as if he’d walked into something he shouldn’t have. “I’m sorry, but I don’t think anyone will be taking Annie anywhere.” He looked between the two of them, probably with a crazed, deranged look as an expression. Everything beyond the three of them was quiet – there were people snoring a few doors down, a nurse silently typing information into a computer at the desk in the center of the floor, and a few machines and televisions running, but other than that the night was quiet and peaceful. Denny felt so contrasted to that though; he felt like a volcano ready to explode from the inside out. Scrubs man looked away from Denny for a moment, then returned his gaze to the shifter. “Did you know about the burns, uh…” He couldn’t finish his question because he didn’t know Denny’s name, and for as long as Denny hated scrubs man, things would stay that way. Plus, the burns were none of this doctor’s business. Technically yes, they were now that Annie was here, but essentially and to Denny’s point of view, he had nothing to do with what Annie had done to herself. That was all between Annie and Denny, so all the twenty-two year old did was stand there in silence for a moment.

“They’re nothing either of you have to worry about.” He felt like a horrible liar, but his face gave nothing away. Denny had to keep strong and stay straight-faced, not letting anyone get to Annie, as he’d promised. The nurse shook her head, her short hair hitting each side of her face like she’d meant to do that. “She’s a danger to herself, sir, and you.” But she couldn’t go any farther. Denny would not hear that. He wouldn’t believe it, wouldn’t let it enter his mind even for the slightest second. He said, “No! Absolutely not; you don’t know anything!” Scrubs man took a step towards Denny wit his hands out, his even taller stature almost scaring Denny out of this protective mindset. It didn’t work, but potentially things could have changed all too quickly. The man spoke: “Sir, calm down. There’s no need to act up.” Denny’s gaze lowered again, and suddenly the weight of how much he hated this place settled on his shoulders. He felt like two anvils had been placed on each side of his body, pulling him to the ground all at once. It was a deteriorating force, but Denny’s determination pushed through that.

“When you threaten my faith in my fiancé, there is most certainly something to get antsy about!” He looked between the two of them again before stepping a little ways back into the room. “As soon as she’s physically better, we’re leaving. Until that point, I’m not going anywhere, and I’m not changing my mind.” He could have been growling for all he knew; Denny could just feel his temper flaring. That familiar sensation of the monster over his head returned for the first time in just over a month, which actually boosted his confidence in his decisions. His fists clenched, and he knew if these doctors put up any more of a fight, Denny would blow up and the monster would take over and possibly attack them. He had to say something to get them out of the way, out of the wing of the hospital. “If Annie’s crazy, let her be. I can fix that on my own, without your help. You’re here to fix her body after this miscarriage, and if anything else is decided outside of that realm, you can bet I’ll haunt you.” He felt sort of pathetic for sounding like a wizard, but he had no time to think about it. The monster slowly slipped into his mind, and Denny started to panic. He couldn’t be a monster around Annie – not now anyway. Knowing this, he forced himself farther into the room and shut the door, but didn’t slam because he knew he had to let Annie sleep.

But then the room was dark and cold again. The monster in his mind kept him company, made him feel like the darkness wasn’t going to eat him whole, but it also set in a feeling that made Denny know he couldn’t lay down with Annie again. Just in that statement, the monster gave him company but made him feel lonely too. Once his eyes adjusted to the little light in the room, he found the chair in the corner and headed right for it, moving with a swiftness he hadn’t meant. The monster was beginning to take over, and Denny knew the only way to stop it right now was to calm down and try to get some sleep. He still wasn’t anywhere near tiredness, but he had to try. Once he was securely in the chair, in a much less comfortable position as he had been next to Annie, he put his head back and looked out the window. The moon was full and bright, and now that he was right there at the window he could see it. It lit up his face, illuminating the emotions in his eyes, letting the monster seep out of his system little by little, as if he were flattening out dough that he was going to use to make homemade pasta. Even though the monster hadn’t done anything but hanged out in his head, Denny felt physically worn out because of it. His mind started shutting off when it was completely gone, and not even the light of the moon could keep him awake. In almost no time, he was asleep, his feet hanging off the chair in an awkward way and his hands folded across his stomach. It seemed like no time had passed before weight was piled onto him all at once, and though his hands had hanged themselves from the sides of the chair just as awkwardly as his legs hand, it seemed instantly they were wrapping themselves around a small figure.

Muscle memory totally confused Denny considering he was half asleep. He heard sobbing, light and soft, but it was right under his ear, and as soon as that thought processed his eyes were shot open and he was more than alert. He looked down at what he could see, just holding Annie against him because somehow he knew she needed him to. “Annie, what’s wrong?” He’d been asking her that a lot these days, but Denny was praying beyond a religion he didn’t believe in that Annie hadn’t somehow heard his conversation with the doctors last night. It scared him to think she could have understood what was going on, mostly because the scrubs man had been talking about the very thing Annie had been fearing, the very thing Denny had told her he wouldn’t let happen. He had to know what it was that upset her.



2201-- seren/annie <3 -- I MADE IT ALL. 'cept the lyrics go to fall out boy. -- OUTFIT WITH THE SILLY HAT! -- oh mad denny once again! :D[/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[ANNABELLE MARIE HURLEY]

AND LOVE IS NOT A VICTORY MARCH IT'S A COLD
and it's a broken hallelujah

If Annie had know what had happened while she was asleep, she wouldn’t have been worried. A little paranoid, maybe. But she wouldn’t have been scared or worried that she had to deal with what she was fearing at all. She wouldn’t worry, she wouldn’t have given it a second thought. She couldn’t possibly, not with Denny there. The way he had defended her, even though he was defending the way she hurt herself, it would have calmed her down. She wouldn’t be scared that they would come between them. Paranoid, yes, paranoid that they would come again. But not scared. Denver had made it clear Annie was staying in his sight, and that was really all she had needed. She didn’t need this huge guarantee that everything was perfect; she knew that things would never be perfect if she was concerned. She wouldn’t have been angry or depressed that her fear had come true. Just hearing Denny say that she wasn’t a danger to him or herself would have been enough for her. But she guessed she kind of was that anyway. She was stuck on this dangerous tip, barely keeping her composure. It was like a sitting on the apex of a see-saw, and one little tip would flip the whole thing over and then she would just go practically insane, and want to rip herself apart. It wasn’t good, it was dangerous. She was dangerous. But to hear him, No! Absolutely not; you don’t know anything! They didn’t know anything. And they never would, either.

Annie wouldn’t take things they tried to give her, she wouldn’t go places they wanted to take her. She wouldn’t talk to the people they wanted her to talk to. She had nothing to say to them. She didn’t have a reason for her small strings of insanity, if that’s what you could look at it as. Part of her just felt like her and Denny needed to stop feeling so surreal, and although they could stay in his bed forever and not even have to talk or even do things, they just needed to see each other and he needed to hold her and that was all she would ever need. But it was slowly zapping away her mind because she couldn’t handle it very well. They needed to go out, maybe they could go on dates. They could go one walks, they just needed to be. Trying to worm your way into Annie’s mind would do nothing. People who knew things about her would know this, anyone who knew her could. Abby could read her mind, and she still didn’t understand Annie as well as Denny did. If he couldn’t fix her and make all of her parts go the right ways and fix her malfunctioning mind, then no one could. She wasn’t the kind of girl who could just sit on one of those fucking couches and talk about how she felt about things. It would never work for her. Her body would reject medication. Any contemporary styles of healing that they wanted to throw on her she wouldn’t take well. If she stayed in this place a minute longer she would become a paranoid mess and then there really would be problems.

But for what they worried about right now, that was nothing to worry over. Annie was done with that, it was her past. Annie didn’t look on her past very often, and when she did it wasn’t like it affected her too much. She shrugged, and got over it. Of course, not when it came to Denny though. Every second that she had been with him, when it became the past, it wasn’t forgotten. It held just as much potency as when she had lived through it.

Denny was always the exception to every rule.

His arms wrapped around her, familiar and she needed it. She was used to that feeling, but it was like after waking up without it… it was different. That had been weird to wake up without him. Besides the weeks that she had isolated herself (which she didn’t really count because the minute he touched her again they didn’t mean anything anyway) that’s all she could remember, waking up next to him. Days before that didn’t mean anything to her, because they were useless. What relevance did they have when her head was all clogged up and intoxicated from the days when she did? Waking up somewhat alone didn’t make her feel alone, really… just open. Vulnerable. Cold. It was like waking up in a hospital, really. Just stiff and cold. Not really… uncomfortable. But definitely nothing compared to waking up in a warm, familiar setting. But all of that was irrelevant because right now he was holding her and he did have his arms around her. That’s all that mattered, that right now. He always knew what she needed, Annie didn’t even have to say anything. Just walking over to him with that fucking pillow on her arm and clinging to him, like a kid that had just woken up from a bad dream, and he was immediately ready to hold her for as long as she needed and fight off whatever dragons had scared her.

Annie, what’s wrong?

But that’s what was wrong, something he couldn’t fix for her or fight for her. Something Annie had done on her own, something Denny couldn’t have stopped. And it hadn’t effected her until now. She felt so pathetic and useless in his arms, like she was drowning. All she could do was press her face against him and cry and shake a little. There was no way to fix anything, because this wasn’t something they could undo. This wasn’t something Annie could undo. It was unfair of her to ask for his help when she had brought this on herself. She had destroyed something she could have loved so much, she had done it out of her own self loathing. Then again, she wasn’t really exactly looking for help as much as understanding.

But that bothered her, knowing that this was her fault. Everything was her fault. She doomed things for herself. What started off as one thing she couldn’t control loosened her morals, and Annie lost control. Throughout her life everything was out of her control. But she had stopped carrying, didn’t even notice the damage being done until years later when Denny had unknowingly pushed her face into it. Then it overwhelming and she tried to fix things too fast, didn’t think. And then it got worse, and worse, and worse. And she was supposed to be getting stronger but she realized that she was also getting weaker. The best thing of her life was also the thing that was tearing her apart. What had build her up was pulling her down. It had shown her that she had this soul and it was beautiful and it was capable of being loved, but it was also the thing that was ripping holes right through her soul. How long would it be until Annie’s own conscious had made her worthless?

Annie, what’s wrong?

Really, there were so many ways to answer it. It was a question that meant What’s upsetting you but literally it was what’s out of place, what isn’t right, what isn’t normal. Annie wasn’t in the right place. In a sense, she was, but this circumstance wasn’t right. In Denny’s arms was where she belonged, but she wasn’t supposed to be in a hospital until there were three of them. Not to mention that the hospital in general felt like it was pushing the walls of her head together, suffocating her head and not really helping the fact that she felt crazy. Annie wasn’t right, Annie wasn’t natural. Or maybe she was too natural. But then again maned wolves weren’t meant to be runners. Kalaks, Annie’s prime shifting choice, just didn’t have the anatomy for it. When they ran they ran like scarecrows with a limp. But that didn’t stop her. Maybe she was just something wrong stuck in the middle, something so primitive, and raw, and intense, that there wasn’t even a name for it. There wasn’t a name for anything about her but Annie. She just wasn’t right. Annie wasn’t normal either. She never had been. Maybe that’s what drew people to her. But Annie had never seen any reason to pay attention to those people. Until of course Denny and then they were full circle.

But those thoughts, those reasons… that was what pulled on her mind when she found herself opening her mouth to speak. “Me…” she said, her cries stopping for a minute, so there was silence except for the sound of her heavy breathing. She sounded surprised at her own answer, like it had been a revelation. “I’m all wrong.” She said, and this time she didn’t cry, but just pushed her head to Denny again, her eyes open and her lips trembling. She couldn’t think of anything to say or how to react to what she had said. She felt a tickle on her shoulder but didn’t really pay attention to her. The bleeding from her elbow had nearly stopped, but that didn’t mean that what hadn’t already been coming out wasn’t dripping down the side weirdly, like when water condenses on windows and then it all rushes together in that one big drip. Well, yep, there was that one big drip as that one big drip of her blood fell somewhere on him, but she didn’t even notice.



1,604 - OUTFIT - lyrics to that song i'm obsessed with and this thread is obviously for denver - finally a long post.

[DENVER CARLOS HURLEY]

what a match ,
I'M HALF DOOMED AND YOU'RE SEMI-SWEET

Sleep had helped, actually. Or maybe it had been the presence of the monster. Either way, Denny felt clear minded, like he’d taken that control room in his head over again. Whatever the cause, it was easy to forget about last night without really forgetting about it. To clarify, it was easy for Denny to ignore his little argument with the doctors without forgetting what he’d said and his tone and just the thoughts he’d let run around. He remembered that sense of confidence the monster hanging over his head had provided, the same sense of confidence that had also partially been caused by his need to keep Annie out of the doctor’s way. But at the same time, Denny was able to let the looks of the doctors, to let everything they’d tried to imply out of his mind, to a place much like a waste basket on a computer, once again making himself a machine. But in this case, it was good. Because he could let those thoughts go, he was able to clear a space in his mind to just see and feel and focus. This was new. This was refreshing, and this was a sign of change. This was one of Denny’s first steps to being fixed, which would help in his fixing of Annie.

However, that didn’t mean that this was going to be easy. He’d never lost track of what he’d been out to do, what Annie had asked him to do, but Denny knew it wasn’t going to be easy anyway. Just like everything else with Annie, he’d taken on the challenge with his head high, knowing that one way or another they’d make it through this. He’d actually taken this on because of the challenge – and because Annie had asked him in a way he couldn’t turn down. But being able to tell himself that he’d done it, that he’d been able to fix someone and fix himself along the way, to have taken someone from one point in their lives and moving them to another point would make Denny see who he really was. He’d had a hard time trying to figure that out since the accident – was he really the horrible guy everyone thought he was, or was he still the guy he’d always been, just with some bad decisions in his way? He’d lost himself along the way while trying to find the answer, but he’d found bits and pieces of himself and who he’d been and who he hadn’t gotten the chance to grow into when he’d found Annie. More and more of Denny came back the more he was around Annie, the more he cared about her. Even if more and more of him had found his head, his soul – whatever the definition of that was – his entire being the farther and farther Annie and he had gone, he still wasn’t whole. There were still doubts of himself – he still felt like a criminal sometimes, like he had actually done something wrong and there was no such thing as redemption.

But even the latter of that statement was proven dishonest. There was redemption. If there wasn’t, he wouldn’t feel as much of himself as he did when he was with Annie. If redemption didn’t exist for him, Denny would have given up a long time ago – he wouldn’t have tried to be her friend, he wouldn’t have let himself fall in love with her, he wouldn’t have agreed to fixing her, even if he was just trying as hard as he could. If Denny didn’t believe that he could find himself and find a person he wanted to be through all of this, he wouldn’t be doing any of it. Of course that sounded so much more selfish than he’d meant it to, but he knew himself. Denny knew himself two years ago, when he was so full of despair and self pity that all he wanted to do was literally lay down and die. His growling stomach and the natural need to eat didn’t exactly let that happen though. He’d laid awake instead, letting his stomach eat away at itself until it was too painful and he had to get up and eat something real. He’d had so little motivation to get up and go anywhere, but as soon as he’d seen Annie everything had been different. The once very ambiguous word that was redemption was suddenly very close and tangible, and Denny knew he had to take that chance and talk to her if he ever wanted to be social again on any level. Then there had just been chance after chance to get Denny to see himself in another light, and eventually it had ended him in this confident but not completely himself state. He was still that reclusive creature to a certain extent, to the point where outside of his close friends there really weren’t many people he even looked at. Outside of Annie, Denny really didn’t even see anyone else. Everyone besides her was just a blob of color, a sound that was familiar to his ears, and then Boss and Abby really.

So having her here, with him, having the chance to make everything right, if not perfect because Denny knew perfection didn’t really exist, he believed in redemption more than ever before. He believed through these little changes, through his words and his persuasions and promises he actually intended to keep, Denny would not only bring Annie into this new light of life, but also himself. He’d probably reach his before Annie’s, but that didn’t mean he’d let his goal slip away and move on. He depended on Annie no matter what; even if he changed himself little by little there was no way he could see himself with anyone else, trying to help anyone else the way he was helping Annie. Because of all of that, he didn’t consider himself a destructive force. He couldn’t begin to understand how any of this would be internally destroying Annie, and if he did he’d try to find a way to make that a good thing. Like the destruction of those parts of her would be replaced with something good, something she’d grow to be used to. He couldn’t tell her that though because he didn’t know that he was somehow destroying her at the same time as helping. The contradiction wouldn’t wrap itself around his mind even if he knew it – he’d be hurt and angry and lonely and he really wouldn’t know what to think, even though he knew to some extent he’d be understanding. Denny was always understanding, except for when things were so contrasted that they made no sense – like the thought that he didn’t even know about.

Because he couldn’t dwell on something that wasn’t even on his mind, Denny just listened to Annie. He was so concerned, so worried that he felt like if any more emotion was even dropped onto this mountain in his mind, there’d be an avalanche. Her words didn’t make any of that better, considering she was reverting into this place she’d been in at the beach. Denny had heard these words before from Annie, and honestly the fact that they were back scared him. It made him feel, once again, that he wasn’t doing enough. One minute he was thinking about redemption and how he had to take things at a steady pace, and another minute he’s focusing on how he wasn’t doing enough at a fast enough pace. Just because this wasn’t going to be easy didn’t mean it had to be exceedingly slow. “No,” he said, soft and gentle mostly because he was still groggy. His mind was working, but his face was slow and sloth like, seeing as he’d only just woken up. He closed his eyes tight then forced them open, letting his eyes adjust to the light around him even if he was facing the same way the light was shining. “You’re not.” His head almost lazily drooped forward, leaning lightly on Annie’s hair, that familiar place he could call home anywhere and any time of the day.

Suddenly something interrupted his thought process. He would have said more, but something wet hit him and suddenly Denny was alert again. He couldn’t concentrate on words anymore because now he was hyperaware, worried beyond the word ‘worry’. He looked down, trying to figure out what had hit him, and then he saw the pillow. Part of it was discolored and not hidden at all, and it totally freaked him out. “Annie, what’s that?” His tone had changed significantly and all of the sudden he no longer really held control of his head again. He was running on this worry emotion, trying to figure out what was happening. But colors don’t lie when you’re not colorblind, and Denny was the farthest thing from colorblind. He tried to pry the pillow away from her and the color just spread, though it looked sort of dry by now. Had he really been out that long? Well, the sun was up now, and when he’d fallen asleep the moon was still high in the sky. Now Denny’s worry levels were through the roof, totally uncontrollable at this point. “What-” And then he saw the little hole right near her elbow crease. Denny’s head shot up and he glanced at her IV, which was dangling from the wheeled device it hanged from. Though he was worried, Denny wasn’t mad – he was actually just concerned about what the doctors would try to do if they came in and saw this. So many things to say ran through his thoughts, but he had to find something that wouldn’t upset Annie further than she already was. He was trying to calm her down, not rile her up.

He sighed and found the sink near the bathroom across the room. Without saying anything, Denny picked Annie up that way he was getting used to doing, let her hang over him in any way she wanted, and sat her down on the low counter next to the sink. “Give me your arm,” he said gently, taking some paper towels and getting them all wet. When her limb was hanging out towards him, Denny took the paper and ran it along the red lines running down her arm. They unnerved him a bit, but at least they weren’t something of a creation of Annie’s own doing. She’d just taken out her IV, and honestly he’d stick up for her around the doctors for this. He stared at the lines as he spoke, but he couldn’t just let this silence settle over them. “You’re not wrong, Annie. Not to me. I love you, no matter what.” He waited until most of the blood was wiped up, then went across her skin with a dry paper towel to pick up everything else. Once he was done with that, he threw away the paper and picked up Annie’s hand with the ring on it, still astonished it had lasted this long, but not on Annie’s behalf. “I’m not saying this is perfect, and I’m not saying that either of us are perfect.” He paused to think for a few seconds. “But you’re not wrong. You asked me to fix you, and I’m helping to fix you. But saying that you’re wrong isn’t going to help.” Now he just sounded like her father. Denny took a breath before going on. “Promise me you won’t keep saying that. You have to believe that you’re not wrong, Annie. I can’t do that for you.”


1940 -- seren/annie <3 -- I MADE IT ALL. 'cept the lyrics go to fall out boy. -- OUTFIT WITH THE SILLY HAT! -- oh lookie here it's a decent post! go denny the motivational speaker!

[ANNABELLE MARIE HURLEY]

AND LOVE IS NOT A VICTORY MARCH IT'S A COLD
and it's a broken hallelujah

Denny rested his head on her's as he spoke softly, and Annie just sighed lightly, because as conflicted that she felt, she still felt content like that. As wrong all of this was, they were that little island of right in it all. As wrong and wretched as Annie thought she was, Denver made her feel right. His words didn't mean much to her at first; he would always disagree with her sometimes, but that was only because Annie thought the wrong things. More evidence against her. She was slipping into her thoughts somewhat peacefully, forgetting she had said anything. It didn't really bother her, and maybe it was for the best; it distracted her from other things. But then he was talking again, and his voice had changed so suddenly Annie blinked, surprised and taken aback by it. Annie, what’s that? He pulled at the pillow but Annie's fingers were frozen around it. He got it away from her anyway, though. Annie felt weak and useless, like being in the hospital was sucking all the life from her. After last night (had it really been only last night?) she had just kind of.... let go of that part of her that needed to fight, the part that had to be violent and in control. She didn't have much fight left in her, but for once it didn't matter much to her. As long as Denny was the one there taking care of her. 

Denny picked her up and she just laid her head against him, not really caring what he was gonna do. As she had thought before; as long as it was him, there was nothing to worry about. For some reason she thought about things that had happened already. He sat her on the counter and she thought of thanksgiving, when she had asked him three things. Now she felt limp and rag dollish. Then she had been on top of the world, so in control as Denny had pulled her close and looked into her eyes like she was the only thing that existed. And now looked like he was just sad, kind of like how he had on the beach and it made Annie feel like everything was slipping out of her fingers again. Denver asked for her arm and she held it out for him, elbow down. She thought about when she had woken up in the morning; first worried, but that feeling had melted so quickly. Pretty. She had felt so pretty. It had been like that after Christmas, too. It wasn't the sex, really... just after, to lay with Denny in that open way, there was nothing to hide. Annie had no words or things to hide behind. She didn't have her arms wrapped around her middle and her head turned away, ashamed. No, she didn't need to, didn't even have to think about it. All she could think about was how overwhelmingly in love with him she was. When his fingertips tracing her spine, she had felt perfect. So completely and utterly flawless. He didn't have to say things to make her feel like that, at least in those moments. He never really said things like that. Annie struggled to think of times that he did, but the only time she could was when she had first told him about the bulimia. Honestly, when she noticed it, her mind stored that away so it could eat at her later. 

She hated how her mind always tugged at the foundations of her and Denny. She hated how she always felt like she was uprooting their relationship. She shook her head to rid her thoughts, tried to focus on what was actually happening and the words that were being spoken to her. He washed the blood off her arm and Annie flexed her fingers, like she was checking to see if they still worked. She felt very far away, like she wasn't in this room and Denny wasn't standing in front of her, trying to salvage her. She kicked her leg mindlessly, tapping her heel against the cabinets as he spoke. His gentle and earnest tone was calming for her, but she still felt like a kid in the doctor's office. Essentially, she was. She processed his words carefully, taking time to think. "I wish you could..." she said softly, and then stayed quiet in the silence that followed. She didn't know what to say. She wanted to scream though. HOW! she wanted to scream it until she could feel her lungs. But instead she just said "Okay." her voice sounded small, sad, and defeated. 

Annie didn't know what to do then. She had made a promise to never say she was wrong. But she was. When did she ever do anything right? Her small answer of okay left no room for words. Just this silence that Annie seemed to enforce, a silence that demanded silence. It left Annie room to think, think about everything that she did wrong. It hurt too much to tally it up, but it seemed like the only thing she ever did right was love him. And even then, did she really? She messed things up all the time, she ruined things even when she couldn't possibly. Nothing was wrong and Annie created something wrong. The happiest that they had ever been, and she warped it, twisted it. Made it the saddest, angriest they had ever been. It was a habit she carried with her in every aspect of life babe needed to stop, she knew. But what she didn't know was how. Out of almost nowhere Annie spoke again. "You know, for a singer, I never really sing."

Suddenly the room felt like too much, and Annie sighed. She picked up her hand that wasn't in Denny's and pushed back the stupid hospital dress past her thigh, tracing the scar she had made when she picked at the burn until it started bleeding. Now though it was just another scab. She didn't pick at it though, just ran her fingers around it. It wasn't an innocent action; it was a nervous twitch, like when a caged dog paces. "I just want to get out of here," she whined softly. "I just want to go out in the woods for fucking hours." You could here the want in her voice, it was so evident it was practically contagious. "I don't even have to shift, I just need to be out there. I can't stand to be in here any long-"

Annie fell silent quickly when she heard the click of the opening door. Her eyes went wide and she felt herself start to shake like a leaf. This whole episode really didn't help that whole hating doctors thing, mostly because when she hadn't been all too conscious they had pulled her from Denver. The way she had been half asleep made it seem like a nightmare, the reoccurring kind that just made you feel crazy all the time. "Miss Windsor?" Annie hated that. She really did hate her full name. It made no sense to her. (And she secretly hated the 'miss' in front of it.) She immediately dropped Denny's hand and leaned forward, wrapping her arms around him in this death grip as she pushed her head into his chest, hiding. It was foolish and silly and made it seem like they were in some dramatic spy movie. But when his smell and warmth rushed in all around her, she really just couldn't say she regretted the action. 



1,261 - OUTFIT - lyrics to that song i'm obsessed with and this thread is obviously for denver - hanahajshahagagsbsks

[DENVER CARLOS HURLEY]

what a match ,
I'M HALF DOOMED AND YOU'RE SEMI-SWEET

Denny could understand the need to get out. The walls were too white. The bed was too stiff. The chair was made out of something totally not real and it made Denny’s skin crawl. The sink was too clean. The bathroom smelled like more chemicals than anything else in the entire hospital. The lights were too bright and unnatural. The constant buzz in his ear of machinery just drove him to slight headaches and irritations that he couldn’t pinpoint. The voices that weren’t familiar scared him, made him think they were in his head, and when they weren’t he was angry that they’d fooled him. Being here this long had altered Denny a bit, just to the point where he felt feral and primeval. The reason he hadn’t really let all of that sink in was because it was easy to ignore; feeling like this was not the first thing on his mind. He was more concerned with Annie getting well enough to leave, but when she brought up how much she hated being here, Denny couldn’t help but realize all of the things that made him want to pull his hair out and leave. It was maddening to stay there.

But, like it had been analyzed, those feelings were easier to forget than he’d thought. He was concentrating on Annie, which put Denny in a mindset that was all but worried about the room and the hospital. He was concerned with just….righting all of the wrongs, even if he would never reach perfection. He had to just take things one at a time, so ignoring the feelings of hating this place was not only easy, but also necessary. He had to stay focused, and now that he realized he could control himself again it was easy. Being able to formulate structured thoughts and focus on one thing at a time gave him a sense of confidence to get through this like nothing else. “We’ll be out of here soon, hopefully.” Denny had to sigh and look down for a moment. He had to think of something else to say, something a bit more reassuring. Hopefully just wasn’t going to cut it, as far as he was concerned. He needed to get Annie into a mindset that she’d stay calm, but that was becoming increasingly hard the longer they were there. Things just….Denny had known they weren’t going to be easy, but he hadn’t anticipated he’d feel so stuck in a place he hated as much as he did. “They can’t keep you forever.” And Denny wouldn’t let them if they tried.

Bursting in through the center of his thoughts, the door opened and in came a woman calling Annie’s name. But Annie didn’t say anything, she just clung to Denny. And he let her. He just had to make sure he had his hand in hers’, wrapped around the ring in a fashion that would eventually get the nurse to take a hint and get the fuck out. Denny didn’t even look at the nurse, but he could tell by the sound of her voice it wasn’t the same one as the night before. Good; if it had been her, Denny might have just gotten in her face and declared that she was wrong, no matter what she said or what information she might have on either of them. But the nurse stepped a bit closer, just enough to catch the attention of the corner of Denny’s eye. Her shoes were annoying and her coat matched the walls, almost as if she was a chameleon. Denny had to rip his attention away so he wouldn’t completely lose his composure, especially with Annie right there against him. “Can we help you?” he asked, a bit more polite than he’d planned. After last night, Denny couldn’t count on one thing or another, not when it came to the doctors here, so he was surprised at how……nonviolent that simple question had sounded. Then again, he didn’t want to scare Annie, didn’t want her to feel like the monster was back, even though he’d only ever spoken about it once. The nurse looked at whatever she’d brought with her before speaking to them.

“It’s good to see you can stand.” Denny didn’t really know the significance of standing. It was easy for him, but then again he hadn’t been the one bleeding last night. That, and Annie was leaning on him. If she wanted to, she could just put her full weight on him, and Denny would still be able to hold her up without having to put as much effort into it as he did into talking her out of moods. So he kept quiet considering the fact that he didn’t quite understand the relevance, and he let the nurse continue without interruption. “But your scars have the doctors worried. And your…..fiancé didn’t exactly make things easier for anyone last night.” Denny looked right at the nurse. She had a neutral expression across her face, and it was a good thing she was a female. Her anatomy and his up bringing we her saving graces, keeping his fist clenched around Annie instead of heading for the side of her face. Of course she would bring up the scars, and of course she would bring up Denny’s behavior, but she didn’t understand the monster. She didn’t understand that Denny was trying to be a home remedy therapist. She didn’t understand that anything she would try to prescribe for Annie wouldn’t work. She didn’t know that it would freak Annie out, that with just the thought of anything they would try to give her would start to break down everything Denny had built up.

“Your doctor wasn’t exactly leaving well enough alone, ma’am.” Denny’s brows had lowered into a slight glare, not nearly as ferocious as it could have been, but still it left a mark. He could tell by the look the nurse was giving him, but instantly she composed herself and stood up straight again. She cleared her throat, pulled on her white coat and said, “That’s no justification for yelling that early in the morning, sir. If it happens again, we’re going to have you removed from the property.” That was enough to get Denny to shut up and leave well enough alone, as he’d said the doctor in scrubs had failed to do. The nurse turned her mouth up into an annoying little smile, which irritated Denny like no other. His muscles were all tense, but not enough to be crushing Annie. He was just stiff, stuck in place with frustration and the urge to wipe that little turned up lip off of her face. He’d never in his life wanted to hit a woman this much, not even when that red headed witch had showed up after that one show. “But since you’re able to move, we can’t keep you much longer without consent.” That made a smirk turn up on Denny’s face. He didn’t know the reasoning for this statement, but it caused him to want to lean forward and rub it in the nurse’s face. She’d threatened him, but her own words had given him leeway to want to be out of here even more than before. The nurse didn’t even look at Denny; she just picked up her little clipboard and started writing, then looked directly at Annie. “So you think you’re ready to leave?”

Denny didn’t even have to hear Annie’s answer; he knew it at once. “Duh. If we had it our way, this would have happened where we’d been last night instead of here.” Maybe a bit too much to say, but Denny was irritated and just didn’t care anymore. The nurse rolled her eyes but didn’t say a word as she wrote some more down on her little paper she had, and then walked out the door without another word. Denny sighed and felt every one of his muscles release their tension. His hand around hers’ squeezed a bit as his smile grew, and Denny knew they’d be out of there as soon as they could be. It wasn’t the most happy or proud moment of his life, but Denny was a bit beyond excited. “Finally,” he said, as if they’d been locked up in this room for years instead of hours. No matter how long the time span had been, it had been too long. He sighed again, leaning down to do that kiss on the top of her head thing he was getting used to and smiled right through it. “Fina-fucking-ly! We’re going home!” The excitement drooled off of Denny in what would have been a lava-like flow if it had been physical in existence.

1455 -- seren/annie <3 -- I MADE IT ALL. 'cept the lyrics go to fall out boy. -- OUTFIT WITH THE SILLY HAT! -- wooooooo~