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Post by david jack madison on Jun 23, 2009 12:49:02 GMT -6
david ran his fingers through his hair. he was sitting on his bed looking out the large bay window that jutted out from his two story house. the windowseat looked comforting if he happened to be a 15 year old girl with a romance novel, now the pink pillows and red curtains mocked him. they were a sign of something he'd never have. not a 15 year old girl, but children in general. it would be a perfect place for them to run around and play hide and seek. this house had so many hidden cupboards, and odd closets, he hadn't even discovered every nook and cranny yet. although, he usually spent most of his time on the couch in the living room, in his bed, or in the kitchen, so it wasn't like he was actually intending to seek places out. he couldn't very well play hide-and-seek with himself. not until he was starting to turn into a crazy person. fortunately, that hadn't happened yet. he was just a shut-in. he wondered what his life would be like if he was crazy though, if he heard voices. maybe it would be easier to be alone all the time. he would never be lonely. of course, he would be schizo, and that would be all kinds of bad. he laughed at the thought of being dubbed the crazy guy who lived in that huge house. of course, he also welcomed it. then he would stop getting those stupid cards from people who couldn't care less about him. his neighbors felt obligated because they'd known his wife, but none of them knew him, and they didn't know what he was going through. so when that lady had come over with a pie, it wasn't his fault that he'd opened his door droopy eyes, unshaven, a bit sweaty, and in his boxer shorts. it was her fault for sneaking up on him so early. who actually gets up at 10 a.m. anymore?
he sighed as he bit his lip and flopped back down on his bed. the light shafts from the window streamed in and covered him in unwanted light. he didn't want to look at the clock, he knew half the day was gone already. he didn't want to get up or even move. that just felt like unneeded effort. his legs throbbed a little and he sighed. "fine, i'll get up." he said, looking at them with disgruntled anger. great, he was talking to himself. he knew it was only a matter of time. he wasn't actually talking to his whole self though, just his legs. did that mean he was more crazy, or less? he wasn't sure. the fact that he acknowledged the fact that he was going crazy meant that he wasn't right? he stood up and stretched, his white cotton tank top slipped up his stomach and he smiled at the cool air on his bare skin. he was getting warmer and warmer at night. the nightmares just wouldn't stop. the same thing every time could get pretty exhausting. he found himself avoiding sleep, just so he wouldn't see her face, and the last painful look on her face before she... well, anyway... he showered quickly and enjoyed the warm water washing away the nights shadows. he sighed as he stepped out of the shower and looked in the mirror. he hadn't shaved since th e funeral and he'd managed to aquire quite a growth of facial hair. there were bags under his eyes, and it was obvious that he hadn't been sleeping. he wasn't sure why he cared about his appearance anyway. it wasn't like he had anyone to dress up for anymore.
he put on a fresh pair of boxers and went down to the kitchen to fix himself some breakfast. he'd recently gone shopping so he had plenty to choose from. he pulled out some bacon, happy he'd managed to buy out practically the whole store of their bacon supply. he had an odd obsession with the food. he had even considered trying to bake a bacon pie. of course, he always did little expiraments in the kitchen when he couldn't watch another episode of family guy at night, so it was nice to have plenty of ingredients to chose from. he cooked up the bacon and some eggs. he added toast to the equation and built himself a nice sandwich. he ate it as he walked into his living room. he sat down on the couch, wiping away crumbs from previous food excursions, and settled into the groove he was making for himself. he grabbed the remote control and turned on the television.
for someone who sat on their bum all day, his house was surprisingly immaculate. he never bothered three of the five bedrooms in his house, and he only used the one bathroom. well, he did use his master bathroom, but that was only in the middle of the night. he watched television for a couple of hours before the throbbing in his legs was too much for him to ignore. he sighed and stood up, walking over to his bathroom and opening the mirror. he grabbed his pain pills and took a couple. he'd turned one of the bedrooms into a home gym for him to do rehab. it was easier this way because he didn't have to go the hospital three times a week just to work out his legs. he started with stretching exercises, which helped with the pain. he did various exercises for his entire body, not just his legs. he ended with yoga, because it was good for his body, and his wife had gotten him started on it all those years ago, now he just couldn't stop. it was relaxing and it really helped with the pain in his legs. after his work out, he felt much better, and it was easier for him to move around. he had the feeling he was set for the day.
tag! bree a.k.a adalyn status! rawr! not done... obviously words! a number! notes um, there ya go
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Post by adalyn janine mccord on Jun 23, 2009 13:59:28 GMT -6
So this was it. Adalyn looked down at her lap, tears welling up in her eyes as she crumbled the yellow paper in her hands slowly. In just a day, she would be off in a foreign country, holding a gun in her arms, and being something she isn't. She never wanted this life for her, she always thought that she would be an artist, be her own person. She wasn't the type to listen to authority, since she was the most free spirited of types. The government never really interested her, she never cared, but now she wished she would have paid more attention to what was going on in the world. Maybe gone to college like her mother had wanted her to. She didn't think college would have really done anything for her, so why go and waste all of that money on an education that she didn't want? Now she regretted that decision more than anything. She sniffled as a few stray tears rolled down her porcelain face before she sat up and kicked her bag to the ground. She was to report at the post office in town, where a convoy would be waiting for her and a few other people here in Dermont. She would be on her way, tomorrow morning, at 0800. She leaned against the wall, staring out her window at the street that she used to play in as a child. She then tore her gaze away and left the room with a shudder.
Adalyn decided that she would say her goodbyes to a few other people in he community, namely, David Madison. He had moved here with his wife, a woman that Adalyn had been well acquainted with. A woman that Adalyn looked up to and missed with all of her heart. She had tried her best to comfort David in his time of need, but he just pushed her away. She knew that was to be expected, so she didn't push her appearance too much on him. That didn't mean she ignored him completely. Over time, she started to come by regularly, to check on him, like any good friend would. Now, she had to say goodbye to him, for she wouldn't see that pathetic, hairy face for at least a year. That tore her heart out as she pulled her jacket onto her slender body before she walked out the front door. She heard her mother shouting out to her, but she ignored it. She didn't care what the woman had to say, since she's had nothing but criticism since she was drafted into the army. "Why didn't you go to college like we told you to?!" "This is your fault and now you are paying for it." "Maybe now we won't be so embarrassed of you!" Adalyn slammed the door shut and ran down the steps before her long, slender legs carried her down the street in a swift jog. Her mother watched her with a scowl on her face.
"You get back here before late! Or you are walking your ass to the post office!"
Adalyn's face crumbled into tears as she picked up the pace of her run, running away from her mother. Why didn't she make something of herself? Why didn't she do something more with her life? She could have been a teacher, or a doctor, or a vet for christ's sake! But no, she was a painter, a writer, a girl who just wanted to drown herself in the arts and be who she really was. But now, the government was calling her up, telling her that's not good enough. Adalyn rounded a street and just gunned it, sobbing as she ran as fast as she could to David's house, hoping to spend her last day with someone who would mildly care that she was gone.
Adalyn made it to the large house, one that many of the kids made fun of, called haunted, called David a wacko. They were young, they didn't understand what was really going on with him. She did, but she would never fully understand either. She missed Elizabeth, the woman had been a great person, but they had been so in love and he lost her. She couldn't imagine that kind of pain, not in a million years. She whimpered as she stumbled up the front steps and leaned against the door, her long brown hair hanging in her strained and sorrowful face. Her chin quivered as a sob left her, her hand slamming against the wooden door.
"Dave!" Adalyn cried out, resting her forehead against the door as she tried to catch her breath. She was strained and in emotional pain and she just needed someone to tell her she wasn't a total waste of space. She leaned off the door and brushed the tears of her face, but only were replaced with more as she hoped she answered the door. Then again, she wouldn't hold it against him if he didn't.
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Post by david jack madison on Jun 23, 2009 15:07:59 GMT -6
the familiar sounds of the television once again filled his house as he sat at his kitchen table. he had gotten a phone call from a buddy overseas a couple of days ago, and he was trying to remember what it was like over there. it still had to be hell, but was it worse than when he had been there. were all of his friends doing okay? were the draftees getting trained properly and safely. he still worried about his job, even when he wasn't required to do it. he was lost in thought when he heard the pounding. at first, he thought it was in his head. he had gone crazy from being alone for so long, and now he was hearing voices, calling him dave. he hated being called dave. there was only one person in the world allowed to call him dave. he stood up, wondering if it was her at the door. he smiled, hoping that it was, and he wasn't just hearing things. he opened the door and looked down at her. he didn't have to look at her for long before he noticed the tears in her eyes. immediately, he pulled her into his arms, squeezing her tightly against him. he set his chin on the top of her head and stroked her hair. "come inside." it wasn't a question, it was a command. it was bad enough that everyone thought he was crazy, but seeing some bear of a man hugging a young girl like this would probably set off their small town predator alarms. nevermind that adalyn was an adult and drafted into the army. he guessed that was why she was crying.
he'd worried about her ever since he'd found out that she wasn't going to college. he was a volunteer soldier. he chose the army as a career, as a way of life, but a lot of people hadn't. he wouldn't wish that life on anyone. it was rough and hard, and it really hurt. even before he'd met and then lost lizzie, he'd experienced plenty of crap in the army that made him never want to come back. he'd regretted his choice, but then he'd met the woman of his dreams, and he couldn't imagine his life without her. she'd loved the service. so in turn he'd loved it too. he didn't know how he'd managed to fall for such a crazy woman, but he had. now he was here without her, but with adalyn in his arms, those problems felt distant. they hid in the back of his brain, feeling less important with a crying girl in his hands. he pulled her inside and closed the door behind them. he still had her in a huge hug, but he stepped away from her and placed his hands on her shoulders. she was crying, and it made his heart hurt, in a way it hadn't hurt in a long time. these emotions almost felt new, since he hadn't felt this way in a long time. how she'd managed to awaken his compassion was beyond him, but he knew it was because he cared about her. he would always care about her. even though he knew it had to be bad for her to be on his doorstep in tears.
"now tell me everything." he said bringing his hands up to the sides of her face, so she was looking at him. he gave her a concerned look and wiped some hair out of her face. he then leaned forward and gave her a kiss on the forehead. he let her go and looked down at her. "You sit down." he said and pointed to his couch. he was being demanded, but that was just how he was. he needed to calm her down a little so they could talk. "i will make coffee... not tea, because i'm not british, and frankly i never liked the stuff." he said, not knowing if she really cared. he wasn't trying to make a joke out of it, but he was being serious about not liking tea. frankly, he didn't like british people either. with their scones, and their fancy talk. he was fine with good old coffee. he went to the kitchen to make them a couple of cups. he didn't know how she took her coffee, so he put a bit of everything on the tray, hoping she'd prepare it herself. he could study what she did, and next time he'd just make it himself. if there was a next time. it all depended on what information she was about to lay on him. it had something to do with her being drafted, he just knew it.
"Now, drink your coffee and tell me what's wrong." he said and set it down on the coffee table. he sat down next to her, placing his hand on her knees, and wrapping his other hand in hers. he leaned his forehead up against hers and smiled. "we can sit here all night if we have to." he said, being supportive of the girl who'd always been there for him. he ran his hands up the sides of her arm, stroking up and down. "i'm kinda jealous. i mean..." he lifted her head up with his thumb. "you're so beautful when you cry." he laughed a bit. "... i just look like a sneezy bear." he said with a grin. he just wanted to see that smile again, before she dropped the news on him.
tag! bree a.k.a adalyn status! rawr! there ya go... pushy words! a number! notes um, there ya go
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Post by adalyn janine mccord on Jun 23, 2009 16:28:13 GMT -6
Adalyn had half expected David to ignore the knock and go about doing whatever he was doing. She prayed he didn't, however, because she really needed him right now. She was scared, she didn't know what to expect from the army, she never wanted this to begin with. He had experience in this, he was a superior, he was just down right bad ass, and here she was, right down on the bottom of the totem pole. She had no idea what she was doing and she was so scared. She didn't want to die. When the door flew open, she never felt so relieved in her entire life. A relieved, yet broken sob left her lips at the sight of him before she felt him pull her tightly against him. Oh thank you... She thought as she wrapped her arms around David, a whimper leaving her as she ran her hands down his back and locked them there. He was her teddy bear, her safe haven, all the good things you could think of, all wrapped up into one hot package. She never wanted to leave, she wanted to stay with him where it was safe, where nothing could hurt her. She knew that was just a pipe dream and she was paying for her lack of effort to put into her future.
She nodded her head as David pulled her into the house and stepped away from her to give her air. She sniffled, wiping some tears from her eyes before looking up at him with pitiful eyes. Then she felt his palms connect with the sides of her face and she closed those eyes as she took in the sensation of it. Adalyn wasn't the type to just hit on anyone, she preferred knowing someone for a long time befor even considering the in a romantic setting. In all honesty, Adalyn has thought of David in such a setting, but she never really made that critical move. It had everything to do with Lizzie, and how she hasn't been gone that long. The grieving stage was still very new and she didn't want to come off as insensitive by askin him out. Besides, that would have destroyed their relationship, and she couldn't have that. David was extremely important to her, more so than anything she has ever known really. She knew Zelodide and the Turner twins, but when it came to David, she would do anything for him. If he asked her to, she would do anything, no questions asked. Now he was returning that favor by taking care of her in her hour of need.
Adalyn felt him brush hair out of her face, a shuddered gasp leaving her quivering lips before she felt his lips descend against her forehead. She reached up and placed her hand on his chest, her slender feelings moving against him gently before he pulled away and told her to tell him everything, then to sit down. She nodded her head before she complied with whatever he told her. She looked up at him, as a lost puppy would as he said that he was going to make coffee and made a little comment about tea. She nodded, wanting to laugh but she couldn't bring herself to. She had to tell him that she was leaving, that she would be off in the line of fire, and that she didn't think she would come out alive. She understood how over-dramatic that sounded, but they raids were getting bad over there. Things weren't getting better, they were escalating, and that only caused the brunette to be more afraid of her situation.
She waited patiently before he turned with an array of things that one would put in their coffee and it made a small tick of a smile form on her lips before he told her to drink it and tell him. She didn't want to, she didn't want to see his face fall, she didn't want this to be so bad. She didn't want to go, she wanted to go on painting and writing, like this entire war was a lie. She whimpered as he moved to sit next to her and held her against him, his hand resting against her arm and knees. When he pressed his forehead against hers, it caused her lips to tremor as she closed her eyes against. The closeness of him never got to her before now. Maybe it had to do with the fact that she was so emotionally spent that it was messing with her mind. She nodded her head quickly as he said that they would sit here all night if they had to. Truth was, tonight was all she had left before her future was torn away from her. Not that she was doing much with it to begin with. She then licked her lips before she felt his thumb under her chin. She looked up at him obediently as he commented on how she was beautiful when she cried and he just looked like a sneezy bear.
"God." She cried, new tears falling on her face as she laughed slightly and her hand went up to caress his scruffy face. He was such a beautiful man, and he had to deal with this. She let the smile disappear and she whimpered loudly, her chin quivering as she let her hand drop to his chest gently, her fingers sliding over the bare flesh, the smoothness causing her breath to hitch a bit.
"They are...shipping me out...to Iraq for my first tour of duty....tomorrow morning." She whispered, her jaw jutting out slightly as she forced herself not to break down into tears. She slowly looked up into his eyes, the brilliance of them shining as the unshed tears slid free and down her curved cheek. Her chin quivered, again like it has a few times alright as she sobbed, her lips parting as she tried to speak again. It was so hard, she was so choked up it was hard to breathe. Was she having a panic attack? No, but she felt like she would have one at any moment. "David, I don't wanna go!" She cried and let her head dip and her hair sliding across her cheeks and into her lap. She was a broken woman, walking that final walk to her doom. As dramatic as that sounded, that's how it felt to her at that very moment. She was getting her life torn away and she couldn't stop it.
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Post by david jack madison on Jun 23, 2009 17:07:44 GMT -6
adalyn had been running through his mind more and more often. it was the little things she did, the way she laughed. when he thought about her, he felt a burning in his body. it was something he hadn't felt in a long time, so he avoided it. the thing was, that when he was thinking about her, he wasn't thinking about his pain or anything else that had happened. the moments he was thinking about her, the thoughts of his wife and her death seemed to fade away. that scared the hell out of him. he couldn't forget her that easily. he couldn't forget the sacrifice she'd made for him. did that mean that he couldn't go on living? she would be so disappointed in the man he'd become, but how could he change that. there was a voice in his head that told him that there was a way for him to fix it. he should move on. he should live his life again. he wasn't quite ready for that. he couldn't be the same laughing outgoing guy he'd once been. but there were certain people in his life that he couldn't help reverting to his old self around. he was smiling more everyday, and that terrified him too. what if he didn't grieve long enough for her? he had the feeling that if she was here right now, she'd be telling him to get off his ass and answer the door. so that was just what he did.
hugging her felt good. it made his heart beat faster, and he was strangely aware of the way she smelled, and the way her body seemed to fit perfectly against his. he sighed inwardly. now was not the time to be noticing how well she fit against him, it was the time to be snuggling her and telling her everything would be alright. that was what he was there for, to give mutual support to his friends. still, touching her, and being there for her made him feel important. what other girl would come to him with her problems? he felt strangely proud that he was the one who's door she'd shown up on. he had been thinking about her before she knocked too. he had been wondering how long it would take for the government to realize that they had another poor life to exploit for a pointless war. it only ruined people. why couldn't everyone just let everyone else be? her skin against his hard war-worn hands felt too smooth to be involved in combat. she needed to stay right where she was. preferably with him. he couldn't deny the fact that he was crazy for this girl. it scared the crap out of him that it was so soon. it felt like 6 months wasn't enough time for him to be over his wife, but adalyn awoke something in him he thought was dead and gone. he was terrified but happy at the same time.
a horrible twist in his gut was all he felt as he prepared the coffee. he knew what she was going to tell him before she said it. it was there, black and white on his table. her name was on the list. he never looked at the lists, but in his small trip to the kitchen, and the wrench he'd felt in his gut, he looked down at the names from the town going overseas. her name was there, right in the middle of a list of eight or so others. how many times could people dodge this draft anyway. it was a luck of the draw thing. he sighed, wishing adalyn's luck hadn't run out. he went back out into the living room, pretending he didn't know the horrible news she was about to lay on him. he could do that for her. besides, hearing her say it would only tear him apart more. sitting across from her made him acutely aware of the fact that she was trembling, and it only made him want to wrap his arms around her and tell her everything was going to be okay. even though, he had no idea if it would. he wanted her to think he did. he would do anything and everything he could to bring her back, if that was what she wanted. he doubted he would have much influence though. he may be a higher up official, but he was currently a silent partner in producing this drama called WWIII.
he tried to not let her fingers running over his bare skin get to him, but he felt the heat rising in his body. he knew that it was an innocent gesture for her, but for a man who hadn't been with a woman in over half a year, this was not innocent for him. his breathing hitched for a few seconds before he cooled down and waited for her news. the news hit him like a ton of bricks. even though he'd seen her name on that paper, a part of him had still hoped there were two adalyn's in this town, and it was all a mistake. she was just upset because her painting had been ruined by spilt coffee or something. he knew that was a ridiculous thought, but frankly that was what he wished she'd said to him. he allowed her time to process what she'd just said, while allowing himself to realize that it was real too. he sighed and pulled her into another hug, petting her hair gently. he turned his head slightly and kissed her temple. he pressed his lips against her ear, still locking her in his protective hug. "I don't want you to go either." he said, kissing her temple again, and squeezing her tightly, as though he hoped the moment wouldn't end and he'd never have to let her go.
he finally loosened his grip, and put his hands back up to the sides of her face, wiping away some of her tears with his thumbs. he caught her eyes with his own, and the deep sadness inside them pulled at his heart. how could he tell her everything would be alright. "you're a strong girl. i know you can get through this." he said instead. he had confidence in the fact that she would come home safely to me. he thought. that was right. he wanted her to not only come home safely but come home safely to him. the thought struck him the wrong way. of course he wanted her to be returned to the small town safely, but more importantly, he wanted her to come back to him safely. oh, this was not good.
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Post by adalyn janine mccord on Jun 23, 2009 18:53:37 GMT -6
Adalyn wanted to close her eyes and pretend that everything was different. Pretend that she was in college, that she was going for her bachelor's degree in anything, just to say she was in college. She wished she was another one of the college drones, like someone who didn't have a personality, just to make the government go away. But that wasn't an option, for when she opened her eyes, she was right back where she had started. Why was this happening to her? Just because she wasn't in college didn't mean that she was a bad person. She very well could have been important, and this army business was just going to take that way. She was going to defend a flawed country, one that she barely felt a part of. This war was killing too many people, stealing too many innocent lives on both sides, and she really never wanted to be a part of it. Now, here she was, saying goodbye, and she wanted nothing more than to run away. However, she knew the implications if she tried to run, knowing it wouldn't only cause her more harm then good. She had to suck it up and do this, there was nothing that could get her out of this. However, it didn't change the fact that she wished it all away at every passing moment.
Adalyn didn't know what to do, all she knew that when she told David, it was finally sinking in for her and she was scared. She was afraid she wouldn't get to come home, that she would get caught in a fire fight, and never walk away from this. She didn't want to think about dying out there, not a friend in the world, and in the desert of all places. That wasn't how she wanted to make her grand entrance out of this plain. She wanted to die a cranky old bat who threw rocks at little boys. She wanted to live to see 50 years old at least. But thanks to the army just taking her life, her changes of reaching that milestone are slimmer.
She let her emotions flow when David pulled her into his arms tightly. He held her to him and she almost felt like nothing could hurt her, but she knew better. This was a temporary bliss, something that would disappear with the morning light. She wanted to stop crying, to calm down, but she didn't know if she could. Her entire way of life has been shifted and she had to compensate. God, if evolution hadn't made humans adaptable, they'd all be dead by now. She felt his lips against her temple and she reached up with her hands, touching his face lightly before he took her face into his. They sat there together, with each other's faces in their hands and looked into each other's eyes. The tension was building and she could feel her chest tightening. She was scared out of her mind, yet being this close to David was making her feel worse. Not in a bad way, necessarily, but it could be construed that way from some stand points. Lizzie has been gone for 6 months, he was clearly still broken up about it, yet when he touched her. God, when he touched her, it made her heart skip a beat and then race to the finish.
The way he spoke to her, saying that she was strong and that she could get through this, it made her almost believe him. But then truth of the matter was, she didn't believe him. She didn't feel strong and she didn't believe for a second she'd get through this. That was just the pessimistic nature coming through from within. She didn't feel like she would get through this, not still living. She was scared of getting hit and becoming another notch on the casualties list. She would just be another faceless dead person to this government, she didn't even matter to them. However, she felt like she mattered to at least David, in a way.
"I'm scared." She whispered, a fresh tear rolling down her cheek as she sniffled and stared up into his eyes. Her slender fingers stroked his face, his facial hair brushing against her touch. She never wanted to walk away from him, she never wanted to leave, however she knew that she couldn't stay. She licked her lips and sat there, her eyes transfixed on his, and they never wavered away. The intensity of the eye contact was making it harder for her to breathe and it made her chest tighten up either farther. She gulped harshly as she looked over his entire face, burning it into her mind, hoping to remember it perfectly, picture perfect. She sniffled again as she let her hands moved farther against his jaw, just feeling his face. She knew that she should pull away, that she shouldn't be this close to him, but that didn't mean that she was going to move. She was frozen in this spot, staring at him as if they world would just fall away from them.
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Post by david jack madison on Jun 23, 2009 20:34:39 GMT -6
david had never gone through what she was going through. he'd willingly sold his soul to the army. the advertisements had gotten him. he was told to be proud for what he was doing for his country, but when he was over in that war zone, there was nothing to be proud of. innocent people were doing. civilians were killed over some pointless fight. he didn't even know why they were fighting anymore. a government made of empty promises. they were always promising to pull-out, but eventually it all blurred into talk of more and more months overseas. nothing else really matters except the war. the only people prospering were the oil company owners and the war companies. did they plan on paying for this failing economy? god forbid they lose a million of their billions of dollars. he was just so angry at the way things had been handled, but he knew there was no way he could fix it. he was trapped in a declining civilization. it was like the fall of rome. eventually everyone had to be conquered. he knew that he didn't want to admit it, but it was the truth. they'd hit a glass ceiling and the war offered change for a lot of people. he knew of several people who supported the people who were supposed to be "the bad guys." in the whole situation. david had stopped caring. he just wanted everyone home and safe. was that really too much to ask?
he hugged her closer to him, knowing that eventually he'd have to let go, but as long as she was here with him, he wouldn't let go. she would leave in the morning with his arms still firmly around her. he would be there until that convoy drove away and she looked out the window until she couldn't see him anymore. he didn't want that to happen. he would just hide her in his household and tell the army she'd died of scurvy. it wouldn't work, but it would give him time to smuggle her to canada. he knew that it was a ridiculous thought. she was going tomorrow and there was no stopping it. he pressed his kisses against her temple and forehead, it was meant to be a supportive gesture but each kiss increased the tension in his body. it increased his awareness of how close she was, and how good she smelled, and of the fact that she was leaving tomorrow, and he may never see her again. his stomach lurched at the thought. that would tear him apart. if anything happened to her overseas, he would personally go on a frenzy to find the bastard that did it. he was willing to climb to the ends of the earth for her. it was hard to believe anyone could create emotions like that in him anymore. how did she manage to capture him like this?
he didn't really know if she realized how strong she really was. she was this amazingly strong and beautiful human being. she would make it over there. she would probably be the favorite of the group, the one all the guys in the group protected. that was what his wife had been until she ended up beating all the guys at target practice, then all her mates hid behind her during battle. she was a force, and he had the feeling that addy would be a force on the field as well. hopefully, she would never see battle. they would ship her off to some remote location that meant nothing in the long run. in a war like this, no location meant nothing. the only soil that had been virtually untouched was the two american continents. the fighting was going on overseas again, and it had a very captive audience. he had to applaud all the journalists who'd gone over to cover the stories. it had to be dangerous.
he heard her whisper somewhere in the back of his mind, but it was her eyes that kept him captive. they searched his face as though she were hungry and yet in pain. he searched her face with the same hunger, wanting to remember every tiny feature on her face right down to the lines that created her eyelids. his hands were still on the sides of her face, and he ran them down her neck, to her shoulders, and then over them, and down her sides, very slowly. he stopped his hands as they both rested on her sides. without thinking, he moved on arm around to rest on her lower back, pulling her closer to him. their eyes never lost contact as he leaned forward. "Don't be scared." he whispered against her lips. he wasn't sure if he was telling her not to be scared of going off to war, or he was telling himself to not be scared of this moment. maybe it was him reassuring her to not be scared of kissing him. because only a second after he had whispered against her lips, their breaths mingling, he moved closer, lightly grazing her lips with his own. he felt his heart jump and he smiled. "I'm sorry." he whispered again, not meaning it. "I just couldn't wait for you to go your 10%" he said with a smirk and kissed her again.
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