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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 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.