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rising_tide) wrote2016-06-14 01:36 am
rising_tide) wrote2016-06-14 01:36 am
email to rockysmash, sent about a week after the Watchdog attack
Hey you.
So here's the thing: I'm not all that great with words. I've kind of always borrowed other people's words. When I was in middle school I was one of those kids that liked to plaster quotations and song lyrics all over their notebooks and binders. I thought I was so deep, too (I so, absolutely was not). When I was a high school drop out, picking pockets and shoplifting, I used to blast "Bad Reputation" and use it like armor: I don't give a damn about my bad reputation, I don't give a damn, I don't give a damn and if you think something long and hard enough it kind of becomes true. Just before I started hacking I bought this external hard drive and stuffed it full of all the music I pirated. I still have it. I still use it (I just try to buy my music now. Most of it, anyway). Whether it was a cold and a broken hallelujah or a roar, other people were better at telling me how I felt than I was at figuring it out myself.
I'm better than I used to be, which is good: the girl I was six, seven, eight years ago, I don't think you'd have liked her. She was messed up. She wasn't brave. She was full of things she didn't have words for and she didn't know how to make room for someone else in any way that was meaningful.
I can make that room now. I think I'm even good at it. Or I could be good at it. But I still, sometimes, need other people's words.
So anyway. I understand now, why they lost their minds, and fought the wars.
I'm benched for the next few weeks. Coulson doesn't want me, or any other Inhuman, anywhere near the Watchdogs until we have a lock on who's backing them financially, and on the lab that synthesized the toxin (Simmons is trying to come up with a name for it: Rocky, she is so bad at naming things. I can't even begin to tell you just how bad). So maybe, in spite of the fact that I've probably confused the shit out of you, you'll want some extended company. Let me know.
See you soon.
-Daisy
[Attachment: TswiftYAIL.mp3]
So here's the thing: I'm not all that great with words. I've kind of always borrowed other people's words. When I was in middle school I was one of those kids that liked to plaster quotations and song lyrics all over their notebooks and binders. I thought I was so deep, too (I so, absolutely was not). When I was a high school drop out, picking pockets and shoplifting, I used to blast "Bad Reputation" and use it like armor: I don't give a damn about my bad reputation, I don't give a damn, I don't give a damn and if you think something long and hard enough it kind of becomes true. Just before I started hacking I bought this external hard drive and stuffed it full of all the music I pirated. I still have it. I still use it (I just try to buy my music now. Most of it, anyway). Whether it was a cold and a broken hallelujah or a roar, other people were better at telling me how I felt than I was at figuring it out myself.
I'm better than I used to be, which is good: the girl I was six, seven, eight years ago, I don't think you'd have liked her. She was messed up. She wasn't brave. She was full of things she didn't have words for and she didn't know how to make room for someone else in any way that was meaningful.
I can make that room now. I think I'm even good at it. Or I could be good at it. But I still, sometimes, need other people's words.
So anyway. I understand now, why they lost their minds, and fought the wars.
I'm benched for the next few weeks. Coulson doesn't want me, or any other Inhuman, anywhere near the Watchdogs until we have a lock on who's backing them financially, and on the lab that synthesized the toxin (Simmons is trying to come up with a name for it: Rocky, she is so bad at naming things. I can't even begin to tell you just how bad). So maybe, in spite of the fact that I've probably confused the shit out of you, you'll want some extended company. Let me know.
See you soon.
-Daisy
[Attachment: TswiftYAIL.mp3]
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He can feel her body beneath the arm flung across the empty spot in his bed, feel her shoulder pressed against his chest, her hip digging into him in that weird, uncomfortable yet wonderful way that pokes him, reminding him she's there. Only she's not.
His eyes snap open, wild gold staring into the darkness of his room. He's only aware of it because he can see better when he shifts.
He's not sure this should be possible, not with a human--or an Inhuman. Still, he can feel her like she's there, and it brings with it a warmth and a pleasant sense of drowsiness that makes him realize that maybe sleep isn't as far away as he thinks.]
I'm a werewolf, Agent Sexypants.
[He shuts his eyes again, turning his face to burrow deeper into the pillows. She can feel his face tuck against her neck, his arm tighten around her waist.]
Cuddle slut is part of the job description.
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[ Her own voices is thickened and drowsy as she hesitantly angles into the phantom warmth and weight, laying in such a way that her back would be pressed to his front were they actually laying side-by-side. And she could swear she feels him move with her, responding to the shifts in her weight; surprise has her stilling, hesitantly laying her hand against her side, where it feels like his arm is nestled. ]
...Do you feel that too?
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[He shifts to lay the phone on his pillow, then rests his head atop it so his ear stays pressed close, where he can hear her voice. He can feel her phantom warmth shift, so he does the same until they find that perfect place where they fit...alone in separate beds, thousands of miles apart.]
Didn't think it could be this strong with a human...could be the mating bond making it easier?
[His voice is lower, thick and a little raspier with sleepy satisfaction as he hums a little and splays his fingers against the mattress. The phantom of his hand curled over her stomach does the same, the warmth of his fingers spreading across her stomach.]
Not complaining, tho...let's go t' sleep this way every night you're not here.
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Mating bond. Sounds so...weird.
[ She wasn't complaining, though. It was an amazing feeling, to know that she'd never truly be alone in the world. She hummed softly and laid her hand over the place she felt his resting, warm and steady over the thin cotton of her tank top. ]
Mkay. I'm good with that. S'good plan.