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#1 Scott Emerson

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Posted 01 July 2016 - 01:51 AM

His intense feelings didn't end with their close contact; instead they evolved, shaping into a distant sort of affection, eyes full of intrigue and adoration every time she spoke. Or didn't speak; every time she took a breath he was entirely focused on it, focused on her presence, on reading her, on absorbing and memorizing her. He had expected it to calm and was almost overwhelmed that it didn't, as the close proximity of her car didn't do him any favors in wanting to lean over and kiss her again and again.

 

He managed to restrain himself until stop lights at the very least.

 

Scott would've thought it foolish to fall in love so quickly, but he supposed it made sense now. There was no one more deserving of devotion than Teagan, he already knew, as he hardly felt worth her time to start with. But his stolen kisses and her laughs proved time and time again that she did feel intensely for him, that she had experienced the very same awakening he had. His love wasn't scary anymore; instead he felt quite lucky to know it with her, to have felt so intensely even for that one moment.

 

After dinner they found themselves in her room, hidden away from the rest of the world, finally sharing the private moment they weren't afforded at the bed and breakfast. It occurred to him that he could've had this a week ago already, that he could have stayed, and he couldn't help but wonder where they'd be now. Yet it was difficult to feel anything be thankful that they were precisely where they were now, his regrets from little over an hour ago already erased.

 

His eyes scanned her room, taking in everything he could, using every little clue to learn more about her. Books, papers, notebooks all stacked neatly on the desk, her violin case resting in a corner he could guess she always designated for it. Shades of yellow caught his attention, warm but soft, inviting. He could imagine her milling around in here already, brow furrowed in concentration over her desk, angelic face illuminated in her desk light. Sleeping in her soft bed, delicate features peaceful as her eyes fluttered closed, her breath becoming heavier with each second.

 

He wanted to see her this way. He wanted the memories to apply to it, not just the possibilities. Already he was flopping onto her bed and reaching out for her, signifying that he wanted her in his arms. Of course he was interested in kissing her but now more than ever he wanted to know her, to learn more about the woman he was apparently in love with.

 

"Tell me your middle name," he said softly, already delving into his multitude of questions. 


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#2 Teagan Altair

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Posted 01 July 2016 - 02:13 AM

There was no restraining the little touches that came just from being near him. Earlier she had wrongfully assumed that she could control herself, that she could handle him being there without brushing through his hair or ghosting across his hand but the drive, dinner, and every moment in between proved that theory wrong faster than she could even think it up. He was intoxicating, still, her very own brand of liquor, the honey of his stare and sweetness of his voice so precious that she couldn't get her fill and she knew, without even a second thought, that she never would. There would never be enough Scott Emerson for her.

 

He had unearthed a well of a love so deep that it was unending, always spilling, filled to the brim for him that these moments, those kisses, each touch and stare and sweet, whispered word would never fade. Time had no meaning to them, for them, having tried many times before to snuff them out entirely only to ignite them further. And now here they were, safe and sound and sweet with affection. 

 

Already any problems prior were forgotten. She couldn't remember the tears, the fear, the sickness that came from being abandoned and how horrified she had been that it was her fault. The past week was erased from her mind completely, as if they'd merely been born the second that they kissed, as if her life prior had barely been impacting at all.

 

As she slipped into the room, she flipped on a small table lamp, wanting nothing more than just enough light to see him in. She wanted to memorize every inch of him, every detail of his face. The dimples in his cheeks, the caramel of his stare, the mischief that pulled at his lips playfully, that smile she'd already lapped up several times. Turning back to him revealed him adorably, his arms up and hands extended towards her, the invitation accepted immediately as she crawled towards him and settled against his chest.

 

His heartbeat was precious, music to her ears, one hand planted against his chest as the other raked against his arm freely, memorizing each curve and angle, her fingertips drinking in the warmth of his skin. 

 

"Leigh, which doesn't match the rest of my name at all." She laughed, flashing him a face of features wrinkled in mock-irritation, her nose crinkled before she shook her head. "What's your's?"

 

 

 


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#3 Scott Emerson

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Posted 01 July 2016 - 02:53 AM

Scott couldn't help but grin as she crawled across the bed and into him, his arms folding easily over her small form. He could get used to this, though it was difficult to imagine a time when it wasn't the slightest bit surprising that she wanted to be with him. In time it would become routine, expected, but that didn't mean it would carry less affection. There was a sweetness in being settled, one that he wasn't aware he could reach quite yet. For now everything was new, exciting, exhilarating as she smiled up at him, one of his hands already playing with her soft brown hair.

 

Everything about her was soft now. Her gaze, her touch, her skin, her hair, even the environment she dwelled in. Scott had never considered himself a soft person but he found he liked being entirely engulfed in it. It was deeply soothing, a type of contentment settling over him that he could only describe as being home. Over the course of a few hours, she'd become his new home, his way of relaxation, his peace.

 

"Teagan Leigh Altair," he tested, feeling it on his tongue. Instantly it was implanted in his memory, just as every detail of this night would be. She could leave tomorrow and sixty years later he'd say her full name with no hiccups, no difficulties; he'd explain her soft lips and her beautifully intense eyes, the way her body fit perfectly against his as she sprawled across his chest. 

 

"I like it," he said thoughtfully, wrapping a strand of hair around his finger. He lightly scratched her scalp, his hand still intent on exploring every part of her. At least for now they were innocent portions of her; with his other hand he touched the back of her arm with one finger, softly and slowly tracing down to her elbow and back up again. 

 

"Mitchell." For some reason he smirked for a second, aware of how snooty it sounded. Scott Mitchell Emerson. He sounded like the whitest boy on the planet, and that wasn't far from true; his parents weren't incredibly wealthy, but they didn't have the least bit of trouble back at home. Not that he relied on their money; he was independent already, a little too detached despite how deeply they loved him. It was as if he'd never really grown out of his teenage years.

 

It was easy to wonder what her family was like. He'd have to meet more of them eventually, wouldn't he? Was that presumptuous? Scott had never been the type to hide his thoughts, however, so he supposed she'd tell him to back off if he went too far. "Tell me about your family," he said, grazing his teeth over his bottom lip as he watched her, interest written in his features.


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#4 Teagan Altair

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Posted 01 July 2016 - 03:24 AM

She sees so far into him that it almost blinds her, like staring at his grin and his eyes and the delicate sharpness of his jaw is much like gawking at the sun, but she doesn't care. Everything about him is perfect, has been perfect, will always be perfect and she doesn't want to miss a second of it. It's entirely natural when she shifts closer to him, leaning her head into his hand, nuzzling against him gently as she brushed her free hand against his, thumbing circles over the roughness of his knuckles. 

 

With this entire experience came a level of trust that she'd never experienced with anyone but family, past friends included, hell, her own parents and even her siblings included. She trusted him with her entire life, with the life of anyone she cared for should it be necessary, his devotion evident in every touch from him, in the way he returned her stare with the same intensity. They were equally engulfed by the other, equally as obsessed, her own softness culling them both like some far off, distant lullaby, singing them sweetly into peace.

 

When he spoke her name she liked it, enjoyed it more now than she ever had in her life. It fit, for once, despite it never having done so before. She'd always hated it, every part of it, from first to last, though she couldn't deny that she enjoyed hearing the drawl of sweetheart from his lips more. "It sounds much better when you say it, though, so that's not really fair,' she joked, grinning, shifted her head back so that she could look at him fully.

 

The lighting of her room made him look valiant, untouchable; she noted it, locked it away for later should they be separate for too long.

 

"Mitchell? I didn't see that coming, I have to admit." As she rolled it around in her head, though, it fit, all of it. It was almost rhythmic, a pretty pattern that settled easily into her memory. "I actually think it's almost melodic, though. Which is kind of fitting for you, you know?" Then again, almost everything about him was, his chiming laughter and his smooth voice. Even his anger, booming and deep. It was like all of his talent, every ounce of his skill bled out, consumed him, even if he wasn't open to admitting just how much was there.

 

She never fell into the thought of that, into how beautiful his playing had been the first time she heard it when he asked another question that left her blood running cold, every ounce of color draining from her features. Her family was a tough subject, a question she liked to dodge usually. Still, there was that trust, that life-or-death connection, and she found she couldn't stop herself from answering him despite the stumble in her voice.

 

"You met Kaida... I have a brother named Teddy, too, and... both of my parents are still alive," she breathed, sucking in a deep gasp of air as she continued, shaking her head. "My real family is Melanie. Her siblings, too, and all of my other cousins, I'm much closer to them. There are a lot of them, though. You've probably met some of them around campus." It was much easier to talk about them, each and every single one of them, over her siblings, over her parents, over the closest of kin she had. 


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#5 Scott Emerson

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Posted 01 July 2016 - 03:39 AM

Was his name rhythmic? He'd never thought of it that way; he rehearsed it in his head but couldn't hear what she spoke of if only because it was just his name. Scott Mitchell Emerson, the strangest name for a pothead in the universe, yet considering their location completely logical. Even his parents knew how big of a pothead he was, though they would be intensely surprised to learn about Teagan. Happy, too; his mother often asked him if he'd "met anyone" yet, as if he'd suddenly settle down and have her grandchildren at the drop of a hat.

 

He knew they'd always wanted more children, but Scott was a stroke of luck to begin with, so he grew up alone and spoiled. Loneliness was easy to manage then, somewhat inherent to his existence, though so was attention. It was precisely why he acted the way he did with her originally, always going out of his way for her to notice him. The first time she stepped foot in his apartment was proof of that somewhat attention-hungry nature of his.

 

Even now he was hungry for more of her, even as he soaked up all of the affection she had to give. Yet the shift in environment was noticeable, worrying, and he studied her face as she tried to scramble up an answer that wasn't entirely depressing. He hadn't been totally unaware before-- she'd made it clear that people left her-- and he'd wondered if it had something to do with her family. This was confirmation of exactly that and he frowned momentarily, an irritation building in his chest for people he didn't even know.

 

Yet one name stuck with him-- Teddy-- and a flicker of recognition crossed his features. He'd played with the guy before as a paid gig, a studio musician when he needed loops for a new track he was developing. Teddy had been almost too charismatic, too socially eager when Scott came over to play. He'd read him easily as someone not to be trusted, someone who would undercut others when given the chance. And he'd heard of him in a few circles, too, both good and bad things. He could only imagine what he was like as a brother, especially to someone so kind and deserving of love as Teagan.

 

"I know Teddy," he told her. "I didn't realize you two were related." Though he supposed he should have known, given how little he ever heard her last name to begin with. Still, he didn't like that deflated expression on her features, that shift in their dynamic from before. Gently he took her chin in between his forefinger and thumb and tilted her head forward, pressing a soft, reassuring kiss to her lips.

 

It would be easy to get lost in her here, he knew. But he wanted to concentrate, wanted to make this moment stretch out as long as it could. Of course he didn't want to slow down, but he was so curious that even that urge was overridden for now. "Tell me about them, then," he said, thinking over the few cousins he'd met. Or the one cousin that he knew of thus far-- Melanie.


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#6 Teagan Altair

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Posted 01 July 2016 - 04:06 AM

This was the first time since their first kiss in the kitchen that she felt this way, remembered the power her family had over her. Just the mere mention of them could send her spiraling, falling, far more affected by the thought of them than she would ever like to admit. But there were scars there, fresh wounds, phantom pains from memories both old and recent. It was hard not to be consumed by the distance that had suffocated her all of her life. All of the elation that came simply from being with him was being smothered by memories, consumed by the darkness that bloomed from her own insecurities.

 

It was hard to keep her head on straight. Talking too much about it would unearth entirely too many insecurities. She wanted to share herself with him, all of her, but this was a bit of a sore spot, something that managed to choke her up everytime. Just their names alone bundled in her throat, choked back any further descriptions of them or the childhood they'd provided, if it could have even been called that.

 

And yet she still tried, still fought, still worked herself down to bone just to see them smile. Her mother was a little less distant than her father, though it still wasn't much. Her father, on the other hand, was almost bitter, biting out small comments that stung to the very core of her. He was why she thought, knew that nothing she did would be good enough. That feeling took root in her at an early age and spurred her forward, sure, but it always lingered no matter what she accomplished, no matter how far she made it passed their threshold. Their distance had a power over her that she couldn't break, couldn't shake. Almost everything she did was for their benefit, for their attention.

 

Scott was the only choice she'd made in her entire life that couldn't be traced back to her parent's approval. He was also the only choice that she gave no thought about when it came to their opinions. He was hers, and no words, no disapproval would change that. 

 

"Yeah, he's my... older brother. We aren't that close." That was an understatement. She loved Kaida and Teddy, certainly, though it was a distant love, a pained love. She hated what they did, how they'd left, how they'd walked away from her every attempt to bring them all together, but she couldn't hate them entirely. "Everyone says we look a lot alike, though... I'm surprised you didn't notice." Teddy was also the reason she was so abhorrent towards drugs, or alcohol, or anything that resembled his special brand of escapism.

 

 Still, she was relieved he didn't press further, more than happy to shift the attention to her cousins instead. "Well, you've met Melanie, like I said. She's a Sirius, and she has two brothers, Max and Chase. They're all extremely different. Max is energetic and almost lazily carefree, but he has a good heart, and he really, really likes to be liked. You know what I mean? Like, he tries to impress people a lot. And then Chase is entirely different, really quiet. Then there's Toby -- he's the president of Kappa -- and he's just... something else. And then he has two brothers and two sisters. The brothers are Avery and Nick, and then there's Dylan and Sammie. They're all pretty different, too. And then there's the Castors, Malia and Caitlyn, and the Antares', Simon, Ruth, and Riley. And the bed and breakfast, that's Arcturus territory, Wes mostly. He has two sisters, though, Penny and Cricket." 


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#7 Scott Emerson

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Posted 01 July 2016 - 04:19 AM

Scott wasn't surprised to hear that she wasn't close to her brother. He'd been completely fucked up on something when he met him. He held it fairly well, but Scott was too observant as well as skilled at hiding his own insobriety. It'd been something more than marijuana or alcohol, something that kept him awake and moving at all hours of the night, something that kept him at a dizzying level of intensity, all words and quick movements and fidgeting. Scott had felt uncomfortable immediately despite how blazed he was, too, ready to leave the moment he walked in. To some extent he was surprised he'd been paid for his work at all.

 

So he supposed he could understand her aversion to weed. That made him nervous, he had to admit; obviously he would give the habit up completely if she requested it, but that didn't mean he'd like doing it. His creativity thrived under that influence, his mind open and thinking in new ways that helped his composition as well as his practice. It was instantaneous entertainment, something that would keep him occupied until she was around at the very least.

 

But already it was less important to him, her replacing it completely as the drug he needed most. A part of him wondered what it would be like to kiss her again and again and again when he was high, losing himself in her the way he did in his music. Yet he had the feeling he already knew that feeling at its best; she was the most intoxicating and sensational thing he'd ever experienced by far. So perhaps it wasn't even necessary for him anymore, so much as augmenting the rest of his reality. Still, it wasn't something he wanted to bring up now. Right now he just wanted to be with her, to drink her in, to learn as much as he could about her.

 

And he'd be willing to hear her out if she wanted to talk about her family life, even if he could detect that she didn't want to at the moment. Eventually he would crave that information out of her, his curiosity already sparking questions he could ask. Not now. Instead he seemed quite taken aback at the sheer amount of cousins, letting out a snort. "I'm gonna have to get a chart," he told her, already overwhelmed by the sheer amount of names. And they all went here? What?

 

He replayed every name in his head-- at least the ones he could remember. None of them but Toby stood out, and that was only because Noah was a mutual friend. Scott wasn't terribly social; he didn't go to school events so much as he stayed in his apartment, alone as usual. His few friends had been enough to occupy him in the past.

 

"What's it like to have a big family like that?" He asked, his eyebrow twitching in what might've looked like envy. It'd always just been himself and his parents; they had two distant siblings who each had a couple of kids, but he knew very little about them. They were all drastically younger than him, too, difficult to keep up with considering he saw them only every few years.


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#8 Teagan Altair

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Posted 01 July 2016 - 04:32 AM

Something about him meeting Teddy made her nervous, shifty, not because of Scott's half of the bargain but because of Teddy entirely. He was a special case, a dangerous case, entirely capable of things even she wasn't fully aware of. She'd known him all of her life, made stride after stride to get close to him time and time again only to fall short at the very edge of his psyche, lost in the darkness of him every time. There wasn't a single thing she really understood about her brother at all. His motives, his actions, his emotions or the lack thereof were unpredictable, almost fire-like in their intensity. That was what made her nervous about him, about him and Scott together at all.

 

Still, it didn't much matter anyway. Scott hadn't seemed too interested in the name or the memories associated with it. Despite wanting him to know her family, all of them, she didn't much mind if he steered clear of Teddy. Kaida, too, really, though that desire was a lot more shallow than it was with Teddy. Most of her problems with Kaida came from a mutual jealousy between the two, from them just barely missing that sisterly connection that they both so desperately craved. Teagan had gotten lucky and found it in Melanie, at least, but Kaida really never had.

 

She was so, so thankful for him, though, for the reassuring kiss from earlier, from how easily he shifted from one subject to the next, almost sensing her upset and doing everything in his power to remove it. She loved him all the more for it, glad that he was curious about her -- as she was about him, as it was mutual -- but glad that he was gentle about it, too, that he was willing to wait for that sliver of information until later.

 

Because eventually he'd meet them, and that would do her upset far more justice than a simple recitation.

 

She grinned at his snort, though, fully understanding of his shock. Her family was big, no, huge, much more extended than most people were used to. She couldn't imagine any less of it, though, having soaked in the entirety of them all throughout her life. "I'll get you one. You'll need it, anyway. I mean, you'll meet them, so you can't go around getting names mixed up or anything. There's, like, three sets of twins, so it'll get a little confusing at times." Penny and Cricket were the only ones that even looked a little different, though that was in hair color only. Poor Scott.

 

Her hand lifted upwards, brushing through his hair as she observed him, noting the quirk of his eyebrow that accompanied his question. "It's... nice. I mean, I don't have much in common with some of them, but we always get along and we always have each other's back. Melanie and I are the closest, obviously, but I've never known a moment where I didn't enjoy everyone else too, you know?" She paused, bit her lip, shifting her hand from his hair to the softness of his cheek, brushing her thumb over it gently. "What about you? I mean, your family. You don't have any siblings?"


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#9 Scott Emerson

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Posted 01 July 2016 - 04:59 AM

Scott wasn't the sort of person who was easily intimidated. He went through life with a devil-may-care attitude, tossing judgment by the wayside, concerned only with impressing himself. Yet there was something about her huge family that made him nervous, as he would have to get to know each of them if they were so important to her. He'd never been close to that many people in his life. Just a couple of friends from high school before (who he'd fallen out of touch with), Liam, Booker, Evan, & Noah. He considered that a damn decent amount of friends; any more and he'd be overwhelmed.

 

So he'd certainly be overwhelmed by her family, by trying to absorb every detail about them that he could memorize. Names and locations and personalities; hopefully they were all different enough so that they didn't blend together, though three sets of twins already had his head spinning. What the fuck? What kind of uber genetics were these? Were the women just extra fertile?

 

Regardless, he wasn't going anywhere. If she would allow him to, he would stay permanently. In the back of his mind he recognized what that meant, which was essentially whatever she wanted. Marriage, kids, the suburban life-- he'd do all of it without batting an eyelash if these were personal goals. Considering how much she loved her own family, he could see her wanting to do the same in her own life. And he would always, always do whatever he could to fulfill every single aspiration she had, already committed entirely to her personal interest.

 

Still, they were moving quickly-- so quickly that he was certain her family would be a little hesitant with him. "Wonder what they'll have to say about this," he said, smirking a little too mischievously, a little prideful that he'd claimed her as his own now. 

 

Scott could only shrug at her question. "Just my parents, yeah. Mom's a lawyer, dad's a professor, so I grew up with a lot of... debate." His quick and smart-ass quips made sense in that context. "But they're both pretty great."

 

He hesitated, face flushing completely red as he realized how bold his next words were. Neither had he been very good at reining in what he wanted to say, however, so before he could stop himself, he said: "They'd like you."


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#10 Teagan Altair

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Posted 01 July 2016 - 05:25 AM

Was there anyone that wouldn't be intimated by such a huge family? It was natural for her because it had been a lifelong experience. Even the cousins beneath her in age had been integrated smoothly. Some of the families were better off than others, no doubt, her own not the only one subjected to domestic turmoil, but for the most part they were all close, even if their interests didn't always align perfectly.

She did almost feel bad for him, though. Once the initial shock of it all wore off, they would all be entirely intent on getting to know him and he, much like her, didn't seem to be too big on getting to know too many people. Hers were for reasons opposite of his, though; she didn't get overwhelmed by them nessarily so much as she didn't allow herself the time. She had a few casual friends here and there, sure, mostly class friends, but for the most part she had no social life at all, opting to fill that time instead with studying.

Family, her own family especially was extremely important to her for that reason. Without her cousins, without Melanie, she would have been alone entirely, devoid of all friendships and lonely as a result. Their closeness had saved her more times than she could count.

"Uh, they'll..." She hesitated for a second, running through her mind what exactly it was they'd feel towards this whole situation. Worry at the suddeness of it all? Irritation at how ridiculously intimate they were? Frustration at how little consideration they had towards other people? Probably all of the above. Still, she couldn't find it in herself to really care. Nothing anyone could say or do would ever change her mind, not now, not for her entire lifetime. "They'll probably worry, but they'll get over it. I mean, they'll have to."

The grin that followed was a little cheeky, a little playful, apathy at the opinion of others matching his pride equally.

"You got it honest, then... your intelligence. It's no wonder you turned out so smart, huh?" It was a genuine compliment, too, not at all referring to how his smartassery also suddenly made sense. She couldn't help but blush as he blushed, smiling at both the idea that he wanted her to meet them and that they'd actually like her at all. "I hope so, at least."

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#11 Scott Emerson

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Posted 01 July 2016 - 05:36 AM

They'd have to. Scott heard the implications in that and he liked it, liked knowing that she wanted his presence to become something constant in her life. Not that he'd expected the opposite, as he could at least recognize how seriously she felt for him. But there was still hesitation on his part to approach the word permanent, if only because he didn't want to make her uncomfortable. Hearing that comforted him beyond belief, a warmth spreading across his chest that made him feel wanted again, valuable. Purposeful.

 

Would she ever realize what she already meant to him? It was beyond these new yet very real, very intense feelings; it went all the way down into his self worth, making him feel as though he had some sort of direction to move in. Twenty-six years and he hadn't picked anything aside from a shitty retail job if only because it was comfortable. Now what? The possibilities had his mind swirling, new doubts forming, but he dared not address them now. 

 

One step at a time. Her family being one of the first steps, and his too one of these days. He smirked at her compliment, absolutely eating up her words. It might've been clear that his ego was inflating, though he was also deeply flattered that she thought a lot of him. That he wasn't just some stupid pothead she'd managed to fall for when she wasn't looking.

 

"Yeah. They haven't been too happy with me lately," he admitted, wincing. "I mean they're always fine, but-- I think they expected more of me." That got a little serious. He backtracked, choosing instead to take in the beautiful blush on her cheeks. Suddenly he was eager for her to meet them. 

 

"Mom's been asking me about a girlfriend for years. She'll be thrilled." He snorted once, a laugh that seemed hollow but had the slightest trace of giddiness underneath. And there it was-- the word he was certain about but hadn't used yet, a term he thought was unnecessary to even ask about if only because... well, what the hell else were they?

 

(Soulmates.)


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#12 Teagan Altair

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Posted 01 July 2016 - 06:08 PM

Already she found herself thinking long term, slipping in accidental implications of permanence, worry nonexistent in her as she knew by nothing just from this experience, from dinner and the kiss in the kitchen and everything inbetween that he wouldn't mind, that he felt the same way. It was strange, knowing so easily that this was real, that this was something already settling between them, natural and easy, but she couldn't bring herself to care.

Because he had done the same for her, albeit a little differently. Her own self worth was lacking, shredded, forvever in tatters no matter what she attempted to mend it with, though unlike him it had bothered her. She had constantly felt invaluable, forgettable. It was hard not to when nothing she did ever seemed to be enough.

But just one glance from him left her feeling priceless, almost holy. His stare, intense as it was, was precious and so, so appreciated. One day she knew he would understand just how much he had saved her if only because it was unavoidable, but that didn't stop her from wanting to tell him again and again and again.

She frowned at the wince he provided, nuzzling against him reassuringly until the next part of his statement. Something about the title -- girlfriend, his -- left her grinning, giddy, still blushing entirely but completely ecstatic about hearing him say it.

Then again, what else were they? This clearly wasn't some passing moment of fleeting feelings.

"Girlfriend, huh? I had no idea you had one of those. Lucky girl,' she finished, smirking, obviously teasing him though wholly serious all the same.

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#13 Scott Emerson

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Posted 01 July 2016 - 07:07 PM

His mom truly would be thrilled, given the amount of times Scott deflected her questions. It wasn't as if they were entirely disappointed in him, they just knew he could do better than a shitty retail job and a desire to be alone for the rest of his life. So they often pressured him into doing better-- showing him music competitions, composition opportunities, jobs in the Denver area-- but Scott always ignored it all, choosing instead to bite back with his typical sarcasm and cynicism.

 

Sarcasm would always be a defining part of him, but already that cynicism was starting to lose its bite. Undoubtedly he would expect the worst out of a lot of situations-- he had a tendency to be maddening in that way-- but with Teagan he could only see light and hope and possibilities. She brought with her a type of contentment that he didn't even know he was capable of experiencing, a type of softness that would become just as inherent to him as his sarcasm. His parents would see it in him instantly-- even he knew that. 

 

Because even the term girlfriend, when his mother asked over and over and over, was something he scoffed at right in front of them. He'd argue that he just wasn't the "girlfriend type," that that sort of thing was nothing but annoyance and exhaustion. Occasionally, in the back of his mind, he would appreciate the relationship that his parents had with one another and would understand that it was sweet and worthy of that dedication, but... well, neither did he think he'd find anything like that. He wasn't exactly a romantic at heart in any way.

 

And now here he was. Playing with his girlfriend's pretty hair after having been with her for what-- two, three hours now? Staring down at her lovingly, already starting to realize how much the future held. He'd often thought he was a commitment phobe, but not with her. He wanted to dedicate his entire being to her.

 

But he smirked at her words anyway, an eyebrow quirking. "No idea at all?" He asked, once again starting to tilt her face towards his, unable to resist her when she was so cute and flirty like this. Talking-- that he could power through. Not this. "Lucky me. She's the most beautiful woman I've ever met. And her level of intensity is..." He paused for a second, his eyes flashing with darkness for a moment, even if he was doing his best to hold it in. "Really, really hot."

 

Scott's lips hovered around hers for a moment, but he didn't kiss her. That meant ending their conversation entirely. He was enjoying this, and-- well, if anyone could draw patience out of him, it was Teagan. She pulled virtue out of him that he hadn't known existed, her presence truly holy to him. Instead he pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose, his smirk turning into a sheepish sort of smile.

 

"I've never actually had a girlfriend before."


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#14 Teagan Altair

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Posted 01 July 2016 - 10:03 PM

She wasn't sure if anyone would be proud of her for this; her parents rarely, if ever expressed anything even remotely close to the sentiment, and her cousins were proud of almost everything she did in some degree, especially the ones she was closest to. They'd be shocked, though, that much was for sure, not only because he was a boyfriend, her boyfriend, something she had never showed interest in even once during her entire life, but they were still vastly, vastly different than each other despite what smaller similarities they may have had. And her family would see that, and her family would think it odd because she had never, ever been the type to break from routine, from safety in patterns and easily digestible equations. She was predictable in every way save for her temper, easily followed, easily read. 

 

And then there was Scott who was by far the biggest contrast to her life there could be. 

 

It would throw them all for a loop, no doubt about it. Melanie had suspected it and likely she wouldn't be shocked at the fact that it happened so much as how fast it happened. And, true to Melanie nature, she'd worry, because that was what she did best, what the two of them did best, really. But Teagan found no cause for concern, seeing nothing in their future that could even remotely warrant worry at all.

 

Though that was ridiculously naive. A lot of things could happen to them even as deeply in love as they were.

 

"I think you must be talking about yourself, I mean... save for the woman part,' she added, though the last comment was a little less smooth than she had wanted. She had no experience with this sort of mushiness, and while she'd done pretty well thus far, it was only natural for her to get tangled up between her feelings and her words. "You're pretty amazing. Anyone would be lucky to even think about being with you."

 

She blushed yet again as he drawled out the words really, really hot, already feeling like this heat in her face would be a permanent fixture from now on, though she wasn't sure why talking about it made her feel more flushed than actually doing it had. She'd had no issues being that intense in the moment. "Hard to be, ah -- really, really hot like that without someone equally as hot, though." The word hot sounded tasted foreign on her tongue. Had she ever said that, ever, in her entire life?

 

There was no time to dwell on it, though, her head tilting to the side at his admission. "I haven't either. I mean, a boyfriend. Or a girlfriend either, I guess. I uh, I mean, there was this kid in third grade that had some kind of boyfriend-girlfriend agreement, but I kind of just ignored him. That was about as close as I ever got." And she meant that literally; she had never even ventured into the idea of dating. 


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#15 Scott Emerson

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Posted 01 July 2016 - 10:56 PM

Lucky? To be with him? That sort of thought had never crossed Scott's mind before. He was deeply arrogant, to be sure, but he knew he was difficult. He knew he was a complete and total asshole, one that had few redeeming qualities. Hearing her talk about him that way made his mind swirl with doubts for a few moments as he picked apart his interactions with her. Had she seen everything? Was her perception of him skewed, influenced by only the past few hours alone? 

 

It was easy to forget about their bad times, but they'd existed; she'd seen the worst parts of him, from his temper to his smoking habits to his desire to run when things were too intense. She'd seen how unmotivated and lazy he could be, how rude and smug he could be. She'd seen his knuckles whitened on the back of a chair as he sorted through his difficult feelings, only to see those same knuckles split and bruised on another man's face just a week later. Somehow she'd been put through a gauntlet of his worst sides and came out smiling at him, thinking she was somehow lucky to be with him.

 

He laughed once but his voice was full of glee, his heart thudding in his chest even still. This was starting to feel physically dangerous, like she was his own personal toxin. "You must be a little crazy to think you're lucky to be with me," he told her in good humor, running one of his rough thumbs over her bottom lip. He could live a thousand lifetimes and never, ever deserve to be with her. Even now he could see that. 

 

But as she complimented his appearance his eyebrows twitched in humor and arrogance, as she clearly wasn't used to saying things like that. He liked knowing that, considering his tendency to be possessive, jealous. He liked knowing that these looks, these kisses-- they were his. Knowing that her only boyfriend had been in third grade.

 

His expression shifted, his eyes narrowing and face setting into what he thought was convincing irritation, though his humor still pulled at the sides of his lips, etched in the way his eyes crinkled. "Third grade, huh? Tell me his name. I'll have to find him and then I'll--" He started to rise up from the mattress as a joke.


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#16 Teagan Altair

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Posted 02 July 2016 - 12:43 AM

There was no denying he could be an asshole, was one to his very core. He had infuriated her outright from day one. She hadn't forgotten that either, of course, but she didn't care to really dwell on it too much either. A lot of the hostile vibes were all her own imagination. He had antagonized her in his own way, certainly, but he had done almost harmlessly. Outside of their very first interaction, outside of that genuine and vivid flash of anger, he hadn't said or done a single hostile thing to her.

Still, had she known his confusion, she would have gladly clarified. The shift had happened so fast, so suddenly, and it she had to be freed of her own worries to even consider it, but once she had it had come all too easily to her. She could reassure him all day if she had to, could speak endlessly about every piece of him she adored.

She smiled against the roughness of his thumb, kissing the print of his fingertip as she shrugged almost casually. "I mean, I've been thinking the same about you ever since you said you enjoyed my temper, so... maybe we're both crazy."

She had no idea just how true that was, either, how honestly those very words held up.

Neither did she care, though. She would now and always admit to being crazy for him for as long as he wanted her around. Hell, even after, should he leave, she knew that feeling would persist. It had taken root in her chest and would remain with or without him.

But she wasn't worried about that either. His stare alone held a galaxy full of promises, forevers. She would still worry, still doubt, still panic as it was simply her nature, but never about his devotion, never about whether he loved her or not.

She laughed outright at his mock jealousy, seeing straight through his ruse to the humor beneath it. "Colin Shefield. I'm sure you could find him in the phonebook if you really wanted to,' she joked, leaning forward to finally return the teasing gesture he had offered earlier, her own lips inches away from his before she popped a kiss against his cheek, smiling sweetly at the act though brimming with playfulness all the same.

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#17 Scott Emerson

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Posted 02 July 2016 - 03:33 AM

Colin Shefield. His newest mortal enemy, the only other guy who ever could have claimed Teagan as his at some point, even if only in third grade. He was kidding, of course; while two of his worst traits were his jealousy and possessiveness, he wasn't quite that bad. "Colin's a dumb name," he said, already envisioning the guy in his head. "He sounds like a punk ass bitch." For a split second he was tempted to take his phone out of his pocket and search his name on facebook, if only for a quick laugh, but he didn't want Teagan's attention on anyone but himself now.

 

That was likely where his strongest jealous and possessive tendencies lied; he just wanted all of her attention all of the time, so he'd get jealous of guys, dogs, textbooks. He'd rest his head on her shoulder when she stayed up late at night studying, hungry for her affections. Perhaps he'd become needy in time; even now he was, whining slightly as she kissed his cheek instead of his lips. He smiled softly anyway, ruffling her hair, his other hand starting to draw images on her back.

 

In that moment, with her playful and sweet and beautiful and smiling, sprawled out over his chest in the dim lighting, he nearly told her. His lips nearly formed that word-- love-- but he managed to pin it in for now. He wasn't even sure if he'd make it through the night.

 

Instead he let out a sigh that spoke nearly as much, an almost giddy contentment settling over him that was palpable, noticeable. His thumb started to trace her eyebrows, her cheekbones, her nose, jawline-- every line on her face he charted and traced, searing every part of her in his memory. "I want to know everything about you," he said absently, more to himself than to her, his gaze studying her whole face before finally returning to her eyes, where he became lost in their warmth. He was completely and totally hopeless.

 

He was quiet for a few moments more, content to discover more about her by just observing. But his curiosity was overwhelming, all-consuming. "Tell me the dumbest thing you've ever done."


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#18 Teagan Altair

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Posted 02 July 2016 - 04:07 AM

He was precious. Everything about him, every sigh and playful quip. She couldn't help but fall for him more and more with every breath he took; she had thought herself at capacity for how much she could possibly love him, filled to the brim with just much adoration she could hold, but he proved her wrong every single time, the well of her endearment rising and rising until it outright spilled over entirely. She was composed of him, every ounce of her threaded with him, her heartbeat set to the rhythm of his own. Even his smile was her own personal sunrise, bright and brilliant and beaming. She couldn't even imagine a life without that light now, already adjusting internally to the dusk and dawn of his pulse.

"I don't really remember anything about him, actually,' she offered with a shrug of her shoulders, head lolling against him as she stared up at him, gaze amused but reassuring. She could be a bit green with envy herself; she had never experienced it like this, of course, but she knew even without having ever been through this sort of this thing that the potential to be possessive as hell was lurking just beneath the surface, dormant, lying in wait for the wrong opportunity.

But that feeling was easily erased by his sigh, by his hands on her face, on her cheeks and jaw and brow. His touch was so soft, so smooth, intoxicating and consuming as she watched him from behind the movement of his hands, her heart soaring, her own lips begging to form the same words he had been biting back.

She loved him. She had realized it earlier but had kept it quiet in wait, savoring it, both worried and contemplative at how best to approach the situation. Still, it was inevitable, unavoidable; there was no telling how long she would able to keep her own feelings quiet.

She lifted herself and settled higher on his chest, her face buried in the nape of his neck, her hand tangling itself into his hair again, a nearly commonplace occurence by now. "Me too, but... we have all the time in the world to learn."

Still, his question pulled her from that thought, from that sensual moment and dropping her into thought. He could likely feel her brows furrow against the pulse of his throat. "I thought it was a good idea to run away from home one night. I mean, I was only going to Melanie's but it was dark and I was really young so I got... really lost."

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Posted 02 July 2016 - 04:07 AM

He was precious. Everything about him, every sigh and playful quip. She couldn't help but fall for him more and more with every breath he took; she had thought herself at capacity for how much she could possibly love him, filled to the brim with just much adoration she could hold, but he proved her wrong every single time, the well of her endearment rising and rising until it outright spilled over entirely. She was composed of him, every ounce of her threaded with him, her heartbeat set to the rhythm of his own. Even his smile was her own personal sunrise, bright and brilliant and beaming. She couldn't even imagine a life without that light now, already adjusting internally to the dusk and dawn of his pulse.

"I don't really remember anything about him, actually,' she offered with a shrug of her shoulders, head lolling against him as she stared up at him, gaze amused but reassuring. She could be a bit green with envy herself; she had never experienced it like this, of course, but she knew even without having ever been through this sort of this thing that the potential to be possessive as hell was lurking just beneath the surface, dormant, lying in wait for the wrong opportunity.

But that feeling was easily erased by his sigh, by his hands on her face, on her cheeks and jaw and brow. His touch was so soft, so smooth, intoxicating and consuming as she watched him from behind the movement of his hands, her heart soaring, her own lips begging to form the same words he had been biting back.

She loved him. She had realized it earlier but had kept it quiet in wait, savoring it, both worried and contemplative at how best to approach the situation. Still, it was inevitable, unavoidable; there was no telling how long she would able to keep her own feelings quiet.

She lifted herself and settled higher on his chest, her face buried in the nape of his neck, her hand tangling itself into his hair again, a nearly commonplace occurence by now. "Me too, but... we have all the time in the world to learn."

Still, his question pulled her from that thought, from that sensual moment and dropping her into thought. He could likely feel her brows furrow against the pulse of his throat. "I thought it was a good idea to run away from home one night. I mean, I was only going to Melanie's but it was dark and I was really young so I got... really lost."

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#20 Scott Emerson

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Posted 02 July 2016 - 06:06 AM

On some level, he was aware that she loved him too, or that she would at least grow to in time. He didn't feel as though he was dwelling on this plane alone; he didn't feel that sense of longing that accompanied unrequited feelings, nor the worry that she would tire of him long before he tired of her. He could see his future in her eyes, a comfort that he'd found his home and his purpose, a direction in which he could travel for as long as she allowed him to. And she certainly appeared to want to provide this for him-- readily, happily-- and kept pushing the bar further herself. Implying things like staying together for a long time, making it clear this wasn't casual to her. 

 

And it certainly wasn't casual to him. He was in this for the long haul. Perhaps that was why he never dated before; he was not only cynical in his views of love, but he also thought it odd that people dated casually at all. To some extent he supposed it made sense, a trial run to see if this was someone worth a permanent thing, but it all sounded so messy to him. What was the point of pursuing it if it he turned up empty handed and hurt? Did it make any sense to try?

 

With her it made all the sense in the world, which was precisely why this wasn't casual. He felt like he was meant to be with her, like this was entirely perfect in every way. It was a naive thought, a thought that wasn't entirely completed; they would face their own challenges in falling in love too quickly, in letting that blind them entirely. But even if he'd known that-- even if he'd known every hiccup they'd face along the way-- he wouldn't change any of it. He'd deliberately make sure all of it happened if it still meant ending up with her.

 

All the time in the world. Those words made his heart sing. "Yeah, we do," he agreed, though his curiosity couldn't be satiated simply by that reassurance. He wanted to know everything now-- wanted to know her inside and out, wanted to start this relationship off going full speed. His impatience was one of his defining traits, after all.

 

Her face in his neck was comfortable, like she fit there. He nestled his own face against her hair, taking in the scent of both her and her shampoo as she answered his question. He let out a laugh at her memory, shaking his head as he thought of her lost in the forest, certain she could fend for herself. He could imagine her that way in any situation, actually, though his mind immediately flipped back to the thought of her in the elevator. Had she felt similarly that night?

 

"What'd you do?" He asked, now rubbing her back with both of his hands. "Who found you?" 


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