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colourfulmoniker here dropping in to say that Lydia was in a car accident and is on bed rest for some time. She hopes to be back soon and have things up and running. She said to feel free to add her on Kik (ceersei) and Skype (lyddydoodlebug) if you’re mutuals.

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   " Then I'll make sure to get you       a room and let Granny know.       But eventually you're going to        have to tell me why. " 

She wasn't going to push it, at least not right now. But there was a part of her that was not entirely pleased he'd opted for a  room and not more permanent help. 

She certainly did cut an imposing figure as Dodger leaned away uncertainly from her, pressing deeper into the booth seat. And he swallowed, tongue darting out to lick his lips.

    “I—no, it ain’t that. I just need a      place to stay for a bit, yeah?      Not long. I promise.”

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900 Miles — Ben Barnes (from Jackie & Ryan) [video]

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Run | Leona Lewis

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  " -- I did didn't it ? Sorry -- I had    to come in at six am. Mornings     are not actually my strong suit.     Definitely a night person, except    on the nights I've been up before    dawn. I'm not making any sense --. " 

         There was a slight grin as she rose,           fingers brushing through her hair           before straightening up slightly. 

" Well ------ you can get your own    food to take to the inn. I'll clean    up everything. " 

        “Ya do realize ya just said ‘really nice’         twice in a row, yeah? You must be as         tired as I am.”

He paused as he glanced about. He was starting to make a habit of this where he was the last one to leave the diner every night.

          “Ya want any help cleanin’ or anythin’?           I swear I’m not a complete bum.”

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   " -- You do realize I can direct      you to a really nice bed and       breakfast. And it's really nice. " 

There was a faint grin as she watched him, yet again he was the last one in  the place. Moving to sit across from  him, she cocked her head to the side. 

              " I appreciate the tips. But ---                      how about I get you some                       muffins to go. And when I                       close I'll show you the inn?" 

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                              “People will travel anywhere for good food - it’s crazy.”

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Alright drafts cleared. Some did get deleted. Most were from archives / deactivated blogs. However if you haven't gotten a reply, either I lost it in my absence or I dropped it. Feel  free to message me and ask which. Tbh I  don't like dropping things and it wasn't done  lightly |: | :

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She was avoiding his gaze, despite her enjoyment at his company, she was almost accutely aware of his nearness. Her conscience sounding far too much like Granny for her own enjoyment. 

        " I'm sure one day your large stomach will woo            a woman who wants nothing more to do than            to fill your stomach all day ---. " 

“What shall I say? I’m a hard working man with a large stomach.”      There was a hint of a tease in the way he spoke, his grin he tried to cover, however; of course, he certainly used his ‘never-ending' hunger as an excuse for his nearly daily visits. There was another reason.

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In his trek to the kitchen he probably should have found some  clothes. It wasn't that he was ashamed, it was just -- he should have realized it might make her uncomfortable. There was a  faint pause as he watched her. Concern clear on his features. 

      " Are you sure you're alright? I'll get breakfast going          in a second. Is it just your head or is something else         wrong? " 

He didn't want anything in return, he just wanted to somehow  remove the shadows of sadness and emptiness that were so  clear in her eyes. Especially when she was smiling, because it never reached her eyes. Call him weird for noticing her eyes with everything else she had going for her, but that was where you could see who someone was, not just what they happened  to look at. 

[ Everything Is Still A Blur ]

Affection she was taught accomplished nothing. Her father never held her not once. Nor did he ever offer her gentle words of encouragement or praise. The man’s words were often harsh in nature hoping to accomplish certain things of the girl he had created. Leaving her this way that was by far from perfect. She was flawed, perhaps that is where her perfection rested on was just that. The only thing this woman could take credit for of her own discretion was her mistakes. Miranda was uncertain still if this would be one of those mistakes. Trying to find little ways to rid herself of the details that were imprinted on her since the day she was born.  To start, she could learn how to accept kindness without strings. Everyone wanted something — everyone. You offer something in exchange to get what you want. That way no one can ask or turn you down. They’re then obligated to you and what it is you desire. Miranda looked at him with those eyes. He offered her breakfast.  He offered her aspirin.  Nothing requested of her — yet.  "Yes." But he was right. She should eat something. With the way her head was pounding leaving his comfort would not be in the cards at this very moment. Though it didn’t make her forget her manners. "Please. Thank you." 

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   " I've heard it tastes even sweeter        after a kiss. But hey, who am I to       put such pressure on the poor coffee.       And truth be told, I question the kiss       if you need a jolt of coffee post kiss. " 

There was a lazy grin as he moved to complete her order, returning with a mug of coffee. Extra cream, extra sugar. With the faintest wafting hint  of cinnamon and vanilla. What could  he say. He enjoyed coffee ---.

"— I’ve ‘eard tha’ about a lo’ of things. And tha’ too.            Compared t’ah tea?            No it’s no’.  Bu’ I’m willin’ to try a cup Joos ‘cause you’re cute and ya seem to swear by the stoof.” 

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   " Really? I can't tell why. You smell      amazing. Very -- homey. " 

Admittedly there was a faint hint of  blood, or maybe death, whatever it  was -- it was there. Yet almost in stark contrast to her. Sure she was pretending to be harsh, yet he didn't believe that  people were as they pretended. Because the truth of the matter is. Everyone was  pretending something. 

          “I know people wit’ sensitive noses.           We don’t always get ‘long real well,           lemme tell yuh.”

   Valetta, Haru — they had too    strong of olfactory senses for    her liking.   Damn animals.

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" No -- you're Caiden. Yes you lie, but so does everyone.   You tell the truth with your eyes, and with your hands,    you tell the truth even when you're lying because it's    there in your voice and I know. And I don't even want    to stop and think about why I know that. But I do. And    I need you to look at me -- look at me right now.. "

Fingers moved to brush along his jaw, eyes searching his for the answers his lips were too willing to lie about. She should know the truth, she knew him, she knew him better than she knew herself. And she liked it that way,  she liked knowing him ---. Maybe she couldn't read the details, but she could assure herself of this truth. 

        He didn't want to go. 

" I can stop you. Because you are lying. Right now you're    lying to me. And I know you are. I know you Caiden, I've    known you just as you know me. The good and the bad,    all the parts inbetween that we're not sure about. Don't    ask me why, or how. Just trust me. You don't need to    do this alone ---. "

She pauses for breath, unwilling to relenquish her grip  on him. So fingers seek out his hands, tangling there  with frenzied need. 

             " Let me go with you. You're my family. You're                 my home. You're where I belong. A pack sticks                together. No matter what. You taught me that. " 

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   " Really? Yeah no she's blonde and wears a sheriff      bad. I'm the monster under the bed, or in this case,      in the woods. Thankfully, I've got thatt under control.      So we're all good. " 

There's a grin as she shrugs slightly, being the wolf doesn't really bother her anymore. At least not if she doesn't think about it. Over all the town was pretty good at accepting her, between that and figuring out that fear was most of her problem -- yeah she had it under control.

     Didn't mean she necessarily enjoyed the time of month      where literally everything in her was screaming for a lot       of things she shouldn't have. 

" - We're a pretty varied town. But hey -- maybe bending    is the same as Regina throwing fireballs in the town hall.   It has happened more than once. Pro tip, don't question    her policy on pot holes. You'll get run out of town by a    very angry mayor --. " 

 ❝  ——— a wolf? you? i’d have likened you   more to the ‘savior' figure you mentioned just  a moment ago, but … i suppose that would be  wrong of me, wouldn’t it?  ❞

( regardless, he thinks it interesting; for he, too, is a wolf, albeit in his own, rather-figurative way. solely in name (or, perhaps, in-character); whereas she, or so he assumes, means to say that she is a true wolf. not just in spirit, but in form. 

his comment regarding the ‘savior' is meant to be fla- ttering, or something along those lines. this much can be gathered just from the smirk upon his features. )

 ❝  and an evil queen, you say. you’ve an ass-  ortment of things going on here, yet you’ve ne-  ver seen bending before. i’m surprised, frankly.  ❞

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  She should be more afraid than she was.   The full moon was weeks away. She was   at her weakest, and the pirate had the full   advantage. Head tilted as the cool metal   brushed her skin. Fear didn't register in her   eyes, yet her breathing increased as she    stepped closer. Uncaring as the pressure    increased. Meeting his gaze unflinching    she cocked her head.         " Provided she makes it there alive.            Otherwise it's entirely useless ----          and a waste of precious effort. " 

His hand arced toward his head as he took a step toward the girl. Hook knew what she could be - yet he held no fear as he advanced. If she thought he was here for Snow White then the girl was more of a blasted fool than she looked. A scoff rang from the pirate as his hook was snapped up, tip coming to rest  under Ruby’s jaw.

            ”The queen is no concern of mine.             You should be more concerned             about yourself than others. There             are some who pay a hefty price             for a wolf girl.”

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    her smile was bright and infectious, perhaps it seems a      small paltry life to some. but she'd learned the hard way      just how thankful she was for this. because no matter how     boring it might be some days. it was her life. and so the      sunny disposition is real.              " rocking the boat -- i like it. around here we rarely               get to break out the marshmallows. now comes the                big question though. do you want some peppermint? " 

           she takes a moment to deliberate, for tempting options            are deserving of thorough thought.     either yields a win            and  a  lose,  so  to   speak,   thus   there   is   not  much            difficulty  in arriving at a decision.  still,  this  is  required            formality in a sense, henceforth it is given.

                     ❛ marshmallows, please, if that is alright. ❜

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" -- Coffee. " She didn't want to really talk, she just wanted to make a beeline for anywhere that reeked of him and find some sort of safety. Because whether or not she realized it, somewhere along the line -- in their odd off and on again friendship, he'd become the one person she felt safest with.

     And there was no way she could tell him this. It wasn't pride       or anything foolish like that. It was fear that the way he looked      at her would change, or he'd say what the voices in her head       kept chanting. That she had asked for it, that because of how       she dressed, and how she acted that -- she had deserved this. 

She didn't want to hear that in his voice. She just wanted the  warmth and safety that his presence provided. The second she thinks his back is turned there's an unbidden quiver to her inhale. She's still shaking, and it isn't from the cold. 

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