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Rogue
Trees flew passed my window as we flew down the highway, my mind racing in a thousand different directions as we drove into the unknown. I was somewhat familiar with these back roads through the woods but had only been here a time or two, on better, more civil terms. My blank stare turned towards the man who sat in the driver’s seat. The man who wreaked of alcohol and cigarettes. The man I called my father--not by choice of course. His hat was pulled down low over his forehead, chewing on a toothpick and staring angrily out the windshield as he swerved all over the dirt road. He had just killed my mother--in front of me, at point blank range. I could smell her all over me. I could smell her blood that stained my t-shirt and jeans. I could smell the lingering scent of death. Suddenly he turned to stare at me, and his expression hardened ever so slightly. [i]”What are you looking at me like that for, Danny? Ain’t nothin’ happened. Y-you remember that song, Bonnie and Clyde by Eminem that we used to listen to when you were younger? ‘Maybe when you're old enough to understand a little better I'll explain it to ya, But for now we'll just say mama was real real bad, She was bein mean to dad and made him real real mad’. Yo’ mama don’ pissed me off and.. I’m just sorry you had to see that, darlin’.” Right then, is when I finally found my voice. [b]”Sorry..I had..to see that…” I narrowed my eyes at him and, at the top of my lungs I screamed, “SORRY!?” That’s when it happened-- the agonizing pain began to wrack my body as I screamed out in pain, swinging my arm towards my dad, grabbing ahold of his arm and pulling at him. The car began to swerve worse than before, and I could feel my body being pulled and twisted in ways it never had before. Suddenly, I was staring out of a whole different set of eyes. Everything was sharper, and there was more attention to detail. Then the smell hit me hot and heavy--[i]fear. My head whipped into my father’s direction, and I could only see fear in his eyes as he screamed for help, steering in the opposite direction of me as if he could somehow get away from me. All the anger pent up inside me was looking for a way out, and without thinking I closed my eyes as I lunged forward, a loud snarl ripping through my chest…[/i]
And that’s when I woke up with a jolt, screaming and gripping the sheets in one hand, holding my knife in the other upright as if I was going to stab someone. As I came to, I realized where I was. Shoulders shaking in tremors, I took in short ragged breaths as I tried to get a handle on reality. ”It was just a dream,” I told myself over and over, in my head, but it wasn’t too reassuring.
Navarro
I was yanked from a sound sleep hearing screams. For a fraction of a second, I thought they were in my head--that I’d been having a fucked up dream--but I recognized the cries. I was alert before my eyes were fully open. I reached beneath my pillow, pulling my M45 and sliding my feet over the bed. I peered into the darkness, then turned on the flashlight beneath the barrel of the pistol, shining it at the door. Nothing. I could hear the sound of a knife slicing the air, and turned around to see Devereaux--she’d woken, probably from another nightmare. My own racing heart starting to slow down, I put the weapon beneath the pillow, and gazed at her for a long moment, folding my arms across my chest. When I looked at Devereaux I saw the girl who pulled my ass out of the fire--kept me alive. I’d prolly be dead ten times over if she weren’t around. Course, I might’ve saved her a time or two as well. Maybe. Alright, probably not, but still. I would--given the chance.
I slowly strode over, sitting down beside her, and catching her wrists. “Don’t think the knife will kill a dream,” I told her, my voice soft and low. I put an arm around her neck, staring at the knife she was holding for a moment, then turning back to her horrified face. “It’s alright, you know. You’re back in post-apocalyptia now.” I didn’t say anything else, just let my presence do the talking for me. I’ve never been one for words, after all. I reached out, offering to take the knife from her hands for her, wondering if this was one of the nightmares she’s shared before, or a personal, private hell that she’d feel she had to deal with alone. The girl was my best and only friend out here--if you don’t count my cat. If I could be there for her, I damn well would.
Rogue
“Don’t think the knife will kill a dream,” I look over at him, my face still distorted in horror. ”It’s alright, you know.” I shook my head, slowly all the tension fading from me as I let out a deep, soft sigh. A few seconds pass before I lift my head to meet his gaze, staring back into his eyes. His big ol’ browns. I couldn’t help but let go of a small, small smile. “Even when I am ready to completely fall apart, you always find some way to make me smile through the pain, Brother.” I lean forward and softly kiss his temple, leaning against him and placing my head on his shoulder, just trying to relax. “Was about my past.. a day I try hard not to think about anymore. It’s been haunting me recently, and I don’t know what to do.” I turned to look at him, a bit closer to him than I’d like to be. Not that I didn’t like him, I just respected personal space too much. “I’m really sorry for these last few nights.. I could see about moving to another room, if you need me to. I don’t mind at all.” Reaching over, I tossed my knife onto the writing desk where it would be out of my reach.
Navarro
I listened as she told me her dream was about her past, how it’s been haunting her. I closed my eyes as she kissed my temple, and leaned her head on my shoulders--listening to her tell the story. Or at least, what she was willing to reveal. The past….truth be told, I understood exactly how she felt. Soon as she mentioned it, I found my thumb running across the dogtags that I wore around my neck--not my own either. I held her as she told me she didn’t know what to do, nodding in understanding. I’m really sorry for these last few nights.. I could see about moving to another room, if you need me to. I don’t mind at all .
When she spoke those words, I let out a small laugh, shaking my head. ”What, you think you Navy SEALs are the only ones that go through sleep deprivation in bootcamp?” I joked, hoping to ruffle her feathers a little and make her feel somewhat better. ”Don’t even think about it. If I wanted to have a better nights sleep, hell, I’d just go out into the damn Tool Shed or something.” I gave her a smile, kissing the top of her head. ”I wouldn’t trade roommies for the world. Besides, who the fuck else is gonna put up with me? You put someone else in here, one of us is gonna end up dead and it ain’t gonna be me. Just sayin.’” I watched as she tossed her knife onto the desk, and couldn’t resist giving her another laugh. ”God, you throw like such a girl!” I teased, gently pushing her shoulder.
Rogue
”God, you throw like such a girl!” I shook my head smiling, rolling my eyes at the same time. “You just don’t ever let up, do ya? Even if I am your Alpha.” As I say ‘your Alpha’ my eyes glow red, pushing my Alpha wolf-ness at him with a smirk.
[b]Navarro
I watch as Devereaux’s eyes change from beautiful brown to deep, ferocious red--her Alpha color. I could sense the beast within her near to the surface--I could feel Shadow’s presence and Snowball began to stir at that feeling. My own wolf, that part of me that I had learned to control years before, struggled to break out, to leap forward--but I was able to contain it.Nevertheless, I was sure that had I been in front of a mirror, I’d see my own eyes shift to deep orange. I blinked, thinking to myself settle down, Snowball,, and gave Devereaux a smirk. ”Got that right, Nellie; I ain’t never been one to let up. Besides, does you some good, don’t ya think? Just admit it, you like it rough!” I gave Nellie a playful wink as I spoke the last words, chuckling a little and wondering if that was going to earn me a slap in the nose.
Rogue
I could feel my face burning, glad it was night time and there was no light to show it. My Alpha eyes fade, returning to my baby browns and I lean forward slowly. Pushing further into his personal space, I could feel the wolf in me stirring, not liking the close contact--but I ignored it. Mine and Harper’s lips were only inches apart but I planned to keep them at -least- that far. With a smirk on my lips, I looked down at his then back up into his eyes and say softly in a teasing tone, “You have no idea, Marine.” I smile, brushing the tip of my nose against his and slowly laying down in bed. I turn over onto my stomach, cradling my pillow in my arms with my face half buried into it.
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Navarro
When her eyes shifted back into their usual colors, Snowball DID begin to settle just a little. At least, until Nellie pushed herself closer to me--closer than she’d ever really been except in the heat of combat, when she drug my wounded ass (literally) out of the fire. I felt my heart quicken, as her lips came within inches of my own, and I let out a small, barely audible laugh as she spoke, ”You have no idea, Marine.” I took in a deep breath as her nose touched mine just enough to tickle--then she swept herself away, laying back down in bed. I watched her turn over on her stomach, as she always did, and I leaned back myself, resting my head against the side of her bed and gazing over into her eyes. “You know….” I murmured, my voice trailing off as my mind seemed to stop functioning for a moment. “It’s funny, lookin’ back. Remember that joint op...I got shot in the fuckin’ ass, nearly bayoneted by a damn tango, and THEN nearly choked to death by his buddy? Did you ever think, during those days, we’d be in the apocalypse together?” I took in a deep breath, letting it out in a slow sigh. ”I sure as hell never thought I’d live to see...this. Gotta say though, ain’t nobody I’d rather have at my back.”
Rogue
Trees flew passed my window as we flew down the highway, my mind racing in a thousand different directions as we drove into the unknown. I was somewhat familiar with these back roads through the woods but had only been here a time or two, on better, more civil terms. My blank stare turned towards the man who sat in the driver’s seat. The man who wreaked of alcohol and cigarettes. The man I called my father--not by choice of course. His hat was pulled down low over his forehead, chewing on a toothpick and staring angrily out the windshield as he swerved all over the dirt road. He had just killed my mother--in front of me, at point blank range. I could smell her all over me. I could smell her blood that stained my t-shirt and jeans. I could smell the lingering scent of death. Suddenly he turned to stare at me, and his expression hardened ever so slightly. [i]”What are you looking at me like that for, Danny? Ain’t nothin’ happened. Y-you remember that song, Bonnie and Clyde by Eminem that we used to listen to when you were younger? ‘Maybe when you're old enough to understand a little better I'll explain it to ya, But for now we'll just say mama was real real bad, She was bein mean to dad and made him real real mad’. Yo’ mama don’ pissed me off and.. I’m just sorry you had to see that, darlin’.” Right then, is when I finally found my voice. [b]”Sorry..I had..to see that…” I narrowed my eyes at him and, at the top of my lungs I screamed, “SORRY!?” That’s when it happened-- the agonizing pain began to wrack my body as I screamed out in pain, swinging my arm towards my dad, grabbing ahold of his arm and pulling at him. The car began to swerve worse than before, and I could feel my body being pulled and twisted in ways it never had before. Suddenly, I was staring out of a whole different set of eyes. Everything was sharper, and there was more attention to detail. Then the smell hit me hot and heavy--[i]fear. My head whipped into my father’s direction, and I could only see fear in his eyes as he screamed for help, steering in the opposite direction of me as if he could somehow get away from me. All the anger pent up inside me was looking for a way out, and without thinking I closed my eyes as I lunged forward, a loud snarl ripping through my chest…[/i]
And that’s when I woke up with a jolt, screaming and gripping the sheets in one hand, holding my knife in the other upright as if I was going to stab someone. As I came to, I realized where I was. Shoulders shaking in tremors, I took in short ragged breaths as I tried to get a handle on reality. ”It was just a dream,” I told myself over and over, in my head, but it wasn’t too reassuring.
Navarro
I was yanked from a sound sleep hearing screams. For a fraction of a second, I thought they were in my head--that I’d been having a fucked up dream--but I recognized the cries. I was alert before my eyes were fully open. I reached beneath my pillow, pulling my M45 and sliding my feet over the bed. I peered into the darkness, then turned on the flashlight beneath the barrel of the pistol, shining it at the door. Nothing. I could hear the sound of a knife slicing the air, and turned around to see Devereaux--she’d woken, probably from another nightmare. My own racing heart starting to slow down, I put the weapon beneath the pillow, and gazed at her for a long moment, folding my arms across my chest. When I looked at Devereaux I saw the girl who pulled my ass out of the fire--kept me alive. I’d prolly be dead ten times over if she weren’t around. Course, I might’ve saved her a time or two as well. Maybe. Alright, probably not, but still. I would--given the chance.
I slowly strode over, sitting down beside her, and catching her wrists. “Don’t think the knife will kill a dream,” I told her, my voice soft and low. I put an arm around her neck, staring at the knife she was holding for a moment, then turning back to her horrified face. “It’s alright, you know. You’re back in post-apocalyptia now.” I didn’t say anything else, just let my presence do the talking for me. I’ve never been one for words, after all. I reached out, offering to take the knife from her hands for her, wondering if this was one of the nightmares she’s shared before, or a personal, private hell that she’d feel she had to deal with alone. The girl was my best and only friend out here--if you don’t count my cat. If I could be there for her, I damn well would.
Rogue
“Don’t think the knife will kill a dream,” I look over at him, my face still distorted in horror. ”It’s alright, you know.” I shook my head, slowly all the tension fading from me as I let out a deep, soft sigh. A few seconds pass before I lift my head to meet his gaze, staring back into his eyes. His big ol’ browns. I couldn’t help but let go of a small, small smile. “Even when I am ready to completely fall apart, you always find some way to make me smile through the pain, Brother.” I lean forward and softly kiss his temple, leaning against him and placing my head on his shoulder, just trying to relax. “Was about my past.. a day I try hard not to think about anymore. It’s been haunting me recently, and I don’t know what to do.” I turned to look at him, a bit closer to him than I’d like to be. Not that I didn’t like him, I just respected personal space too much. “I’m really sorry for these last few nights.. I could see about moving to another room, if you need me to. I don’t mind at all.” Reaching over, I tossed my knife onto the writing desk where it would be out of my reach.
Navarro
I listened as she told me her dream was about her past, how it’s been haunting her. I closed my eyes as she kissed my temple, and leaned her head on my shoulders--listening to her tell the story. Or at least, what she was willing to reveal. The past….truth be told, I understood exactly how she felt. Soon as she mentioned it, I found my thumb running across the dogtags that I wore around my neck--not my own either. I held her as she told me she didn’t know what to do, nodding in understanding. I’m really sorry for these last few nights.. I could see about moving to another room, if you need me to. I don’t mind at all .
When she spoke those words, I let out a small laugh, shaking my head. ”What, you think you Navy SEALs are the only ones that go through sleep deprivation in bootcamp?” I joked, hoping to ruffle her feathers a little and make her feel somewhat better. ”Don’t even think about it. If I wanted to have a better nights sleep, hell, I’d just go out into the damn Tool Shed or something.” I gave her a smile, kissing the top of her head. ”I wouldn’t trade roommies for the world. Besides, who the fuck else is gonna put up with me? You put someone else in here, one of us is gonna end up dead and it ain’t gonna be me. Just sayin.’” I watched as she tossed her knife onto the desk, and couldn’t resist giving her another laugh. ”God, you throw like such a girl!” I teased, gently pushing her shoulder.
Rogue
”God, you throw like such a girl!” I shook my head smiling, rolling my eyes at the same time. “You just don’t ever let up, do ya? Even if I am your Alpha.” As I say ‘your Alpha’ my eyes glow red, pushing my Alpha wolf-ness at him with a smirk.
[b]Navarro
I watch as Devereaux’s eyes change from beautiful brown to deep, ferocious red--her Alpha color. I could sense the beast within her near to the surface--I could feel Shadow’s presence and Snowball began to stir at that feeling. My own wolf, that part of me that I had learned to control years before, struggled to break out, to leap forward--but I was able to contain it.Nevertheless, I was sure that had I been in front of a mirror, I’d see my own eyes shift to deep orange. I blinked, thinking to myself settle down, Snowball,, and gave Devereaux a smirk. ”Got that right, Nellie; I ain’t never been one to let up. Besides, does you some good, don’t ya think? Just admit it, you like it rough!” I gave Nellie a playful wink as I spoke the last words, chuckling a little and wondering if that was going to earn me a slap in the nose.
Rogue
I could feel my face burning, glad it was night time and there was no light to show it. My Alpha eyes fade, returning to my baby browns and I lean forward slowly. Pushing further into his personal space, I could feel the wolf in me stirring, not liking the close contact--but I ignored it. Mine and Harper’s lips were only inches apart but I planned to keep them at -least- that far. With a smirk on my lips, I looked down at his then back up into his eyes and say softly in a teasing tone, “You have no idea, Marine.” I smile, brushing the tip of my nose against his and slowly laying down in bed. I turn over onto my stomach, cradling my pillow in my arms with my face half buried into it.
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Navarro
When her eyes shifted back into their usual colors, Snowball DID begin to settle just a little. At least, until Nellie pushed herself closer to me--closer than she’d ever really been except in the heat of combat, when she drug my wounded ass (literally) out of the fire. I felt my heart quicken, as her lips came within inches of my own, and I let out a small, barely audible laugh as she spoke, ”You have no idea, Marine.” I took in a deep breath as her nose touched mine just enough to tickle--then she swept herself away, laying back down in bed. I watched her turn over on her stomach, as she always did, and I leaned back myself, resting my head against the side of her bed and gazing over into her eyes. “You know….” I murmured, my voice trailing off as my mind seemed to stop functioning for a moment. “It’s funny, lookin’ back. Remember that joint op...I got shot in the fuckin’ ass, nearly bayoneted by a damn tango, and THEN nearly choked to death by his buddy? Did you ever think, during those days, we’d be in the apocalypse together?” I took in a deep breath, letting it out in a slow sigh. ”I sure as hell never thought I’d live to see...this. Gotta say though, ain’t nobody I’d rather have at my back.”
