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Following every pattern he lazily danced on the ice, Darcy followed willingly and without question as she was far more comfortable with her hand in his than she should have been. Trust? Where was trust when everyone you've ever known has left you,even the brothers who call themselves her brothers are never really there so she hates the word 'trust'. Still, her smile is easy and light when he asks her as if she doesn't have any trust issues at all as if she trusts him with every fiber of her being. He got her out there after all, took the shaking right out of her knees and didn't give her a chance with that smile to make her think about the fact that the only thing that separates her and immanent death is a layer of ice.

"I trust you." She laughs, "With my life apparently." Her fingers twine with his as she glides almost effortlessly behind him as he leads her about, like one of the kids with their parents. Watching him carefully, grateful for the chill to redden her cheeks rather than the feeling of his eyes on her. "You should be int he winter Olympics, with fancy moves like that." It's almost effortless, no, not almost, it is as she struggles to keep her balance and only finding it when her small hand clutches at the back of his jacket.

Grinning with all the wickedness of a puppy, he leads her out further until his skates are touching the ice, happiness bubbling from the blades up his legs, crawling like vines into his heart and infecting within him a joy he never found anywhere else — unless he was with her. Not that he would admit it no, no, never admit to that. Falling into her smile was easier than staying on the ice, and that was saying something, the moves second nature to him, skating backwards with nothing more than a glance, a glance really, just to keep from looking like a fool staring at her. A breathless chuckle that turned to smoke before it could ever leave the cavern of his mouth, Eli spun them slowly, letting one of her hands go so she would glide behind him, leading her around the ice in lazy circles.

"Don’t you trust me, kid?" 

It was more than a simple question, though veiled by the dancing irises of his eyes, one he’d never ask her outright and truthfully but instead like this, With a lilt of a trick up his sleeve, with a promise of playfulness in punctuation. It was easier, simpler. To hide like a coward behind the guise of well placed friendship, than to admit to the fear that perhaps she didn’t. With another chuckle and a quick turn to show just how much control he had on the ice, he grinned, waggling his brows. “Don’t need to exorcise anything when I can skate like this, huh?”

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[She groans as he takes both of her hands, leading her out carefully onto the ice with that smile she can't fight against her own reluctant one spreading the farther out as they got.] Well I'm not dead yet, so far so good.

Oh please you couldn't exercise a possessed pea.

[He grins, knowing that she’d cave sooner or later and just glad that it was sooner. Taking both her hands he stands gracefully, more at home on his skates than on his feet, walking backwards towards the supposed death trap with his patented smirk] That’s my girl.

I watch Supernatural, kid. I can exorcise you. 

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[Glancing down at the skates he'd already laced up for her and the frozen death trap right in font of them, Darcy shakes her head at him knowing one way or an other she's going out there.] Fine.

Totally trusting you with my life, so if I die, I am so haunting you.

That ice has been frozen solid for three months. You have more chance of being eaten by a shark, out here, than falling. 

C’mon, don’t you trust me?

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Will your scarf and hand holding do us any good when we fall in and it feels like a million needles stabbing you? Huh? What then?

So — I’ll give you my scarf and let you hold my hand and promise you won’t fall. 

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But it's cold....

and if I go out there I'll die, so....

But we just got here!

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I'm cold and I wanna go.

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Maybe I do, maybe I don't, not like I'll tell you.

Thought you liked scruffy penguins?

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Yeah well, you look like a scruffy penguin.

You’re such an idiot. 

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Yup.

So, remind me again why we're out here? Besides being freaked out by the wind?

I    never mind. Deflective works for you.

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Emphasis on at some point, I still think it's a load of psycho bull shit for playtime. But that's just me being 'deflective' {she puts up a set of air quotes for emphasis.} Says Miss, homecoming, prom and Queen of everything else.

Maybe it’s because he knows what he’s talking about, at least to some point. I’m still not sold on the whole finger painting your feelings shtick he does. But      I’m not perfect.

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God, you sound just like Eli. Transferrence and blah, blah blah. How about I rephrase miss perfect, which you totally are by the way. Take a deep breath and like, take it easy. You'll give yourself an aneurism one day.

There is nothing to fix. Now you’re just trying to get out of this by deflecting onto myself which will not work. Try it on someone who hasn’t had many years of psych courses. There’s no getting in another’s head without opening up your own.

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Obviously, which we so need to fix.

That’s not me..

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Why not, unless you're totally okay with freaking out over everything and never enjoying the little things.

And let me guess, take a page out of your book and spend my days and nights doing and saying whatever comes to mind which is usually, nothing?

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I am, take a chill pill Oly, if you don;t the boogie man will come and eat your boogers and your brains.

You have got to be kidding me.

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Oh look, a bird.

Darce     focus.

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Sorry, what was that? That hamster just went on break and you know, that wheel stops rolling and whoosh! Everything stops working.

If I knew that then I wouldn’t have asked you in the first place, would I? Sometimes Darce, I never know what’s going on up there if anything at all.

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...Hear what?

Did you hear that?