Oh no!)
Wanna skip to waking up and watching Stranger Things?)
Roleplay, anyone? (permanently closed)
Peter reached for her hand.
She lazily extended her hand, eyes still closed.
He closed his own eyes to sleep now.
(………………………………………..so turns out that I actually have decent drawing skills…………………)
That's nice.
Oh no!)
Wanna skip to waking up and watching Stranger Things?)
Oh no!)
Wanna skip to waking up and watching Stranger Things?)
Right, right!
Skylar didn't dream this time. she was in a black universe, sitting there. Doing nothing. Absolutely nothing. A figure loomed in the distance, and she quickly got up, walking towards it. As she got closer, she realized there were two figures, one of them being Peter. He was on the floor, with another man standing above him, holding something that glistened in the faint light. Skylar started running to them, but couldn't get there fast enough. she got there just in time for the other man to bring the knife down and stabbed Peter in the chest. "NO!' she screamed, still running and collapsing on the floor. She woke up screaming, tears streaming down her face. "PETER! PETER!" she screamed, eyes closed. She couldn't open her eyes. She sobbed loudly, not realizing she was awake now.
Peter's voice permeated her panic, hands cusping her cheeks. "Skylar, Skylar, you're okay, I'm here.."
"Peter.." She continued to cry, her eyes still open. She took her hand and placed it over his, "Peter.."
Ellis had been startled awake, and was sitting upright at the foor of Peter's bed.
Peter caressed her cheek, "Everything's alright, Sky.."
"Peter." she whispered, tears still spilling out of her eyes.
His thumb brushed across her cheek to wipe them away, holding his wings up around them protectively; even if his wings were 97% featherless now.
When Macha woke up, they started the first episode.
Ace sat up and hugged Macha the whole time, occasionally kissing her in a random place.
"Peter, you're alright.." She said, kissing him. "You're alright.." She smiled through the tears, calming down a bit.
Macha reveled in the feeling of being wrapped up in Ace’s arms, cozy and safe, listening to the steady beats of his heart. At the end of Ep. 1, she grinned. “That was good! Can we watch the second?”
Ace ran his hands through Macha's hair, "Of course we can darling."
She smiled up at him, eyes sparkling. “I love it when you call me that.”
"I know, that's why I call you that." Ace kissed her cheek, "Darling. My beautiful green tea."
Macha laughed. “I know which tattoo I want.”
He lifted his arms to hold her head like a veterinarian would tenderly cup an egg in their hands.
"Really? What is it?" Ace asked, smiling at her beautiful face.
“A card. An ace of Hearts, right here.” She touched the spot beneath her left collarbone. “One that burns red when you’re in danger. And, if it’s not too much trouble, on on my arm to prevent me from loosing my bracelets.”
"Peter." She said again. "I love you."
"You're not supposed to kiss me," he responded softly, and his smile said a gentle I love you in return.
"That's cool." Ace nodded, "I can do that."
She smiled. “Perfect.” Nestling closer to him, she asked: “Ever watched Doctor Who?”
"The Who now?" Ace cocked his head, "Doctor Strange?"