I didn't do it. Oh wait, I did do that.
May 2013
3 posts
April 2013
4 posts
Now or Never || Rob & Damien
Damien was tired.
No, he was more than tired, he was lonely. And had been for some time. It seemed like he’d smiled more in the last few weeks than he had in the last ten years, but there was something missing. There was always something missing, but it was never more apparent than when Damien would have a thought pop up. An odd quirk, or inside joke that he knew with one glance he would’ve been able to communicate with Rob, but now it was like they were on opposite planets.
He’d been complacent, stuck in a rut of silence and isolation, and Isabelle, of course, had to be the one to break through it all and show him everything he was missing. Everything that he had lost. He wanted the man he’d once considered a brother back, he just…didn’t know how.
Scrubbing a hand through wayward curls he grabbed his bag, looping it over his shoulder, and moving towards the door. He was tired of this place, tired of the quiet, so he was going to Granny’s. At least there he could have the illusion of not being alone. Grabbing the rest of his things he opened up the door to his flat, and came face to face with the last person he expected to see on his doorstep.
“…Rob.”
He hadn’t known what to expect, walking over there, not even bringing Rebel along for a small piece of comfort that would have just ended up with him to continue to drive by. Exactly the reason he walked over, because he only trusted himself far enough that to get him there and hope that his legs would keep moving till he hit the front door.
Maybe he had been looking for a few more minutes, try to think up something clever to say or even a grunt that matched his usual demeanor when he was working in the garage, anything than the silence he met when Damien opened the door. Ten years was a long time to know someone and not really know them anymore, while everything he had wanted to say all but flew out his head.
Even though he had seen the other man, around town or even in the house he’d bought for him and Maria, they hadn’t been face to face for some time now, not really. Sizing him up, he stood there for a moment longer wishing he had brought Maria along or even Iz, someone to break the tension that was filling up that front door faster than he could even capture a thought in his head. They would have known what to say, what to do, instead of standing there, hands in pockets and grunt noncommittally before finally saying the only thing on his mind.
“Damien.”
Now or Never || Rob & Damien
To say something had been weighing on his mind for some time now would have been an understatement. It was an everyday occurrence, hitting about the same time everyday when he’d just look up from whatever he was working on and know exactly what time it was. 1:23 in the afternoon, same time every time. A silent reminder of everything he had lost that day, all those years ago, at the exact time he had dialed for the ambulance and subsequently ended a lifelong friendship with one of the few people that mattered to him, a man who was more like a brother than blood could ever hope to create.
So when he looked up and found the time judging him again, like it did every day, he decided enough was enough. He and Mar were moving on, Iz had her life on track and judging by the way she lit up lately, he didn’t have to guess that there was a new someone in her life. She’d tell him when she was ready or he’d just find out on his own, maybe when his mind was less burdened. And that was the reason for him standing there, outside Damien’s house, unable to even sleep through the night without the nightmares plaguing him and waking both him and Maria. He had had enough. There was something that needed to be done, even if it couldn’t be fixed, even if he slammed the door in his face, he’d deserve it all but he had to try. It was now or never and Rob couldn’t have been scared more.
February 2013
17 posts
Where is he...
Oh ha ha. [Her eyes did another scan of him-this time for reasons other than simply checking up on him-before a wide smile broke out on her face. It was refreshing to see him out here, in his element. His work was something that was a strong part of him, and she wouldn’t change it, not for anything. It was always something exciting to head down to the shop and see him in action. There was so much that was born of being in his company that she had lacked prior to ever really knowing him, let alone growing this close to him. He offered excitement, change, and above all, he made her want to be better and do better. Maybe it was that push for change which her father particularly rejected, but it wasn’t going to disappear. He wasn’t going to be out of her life anytime soon.] Hi there. How’s the job today?
Been downright busy which is good for the books, not so good on my back though. [Seeing her smile lifted a ton of bricks from his shoulders, an invisible weight he hadn’t known was there in the first place. There was always a part of him that thought it be the last time she’d throw him out and not let him back in, not share that smile that could break a heart just as easily as it warmed up his if he saw it aimed at someone else. It should have been enough for someone to change their ways, would have made a better man definitely change but he wasn’t a better man, wasn’t much of one sometimes when he woke up from a drunken stupor, reveling in the things he’d done the night before. Even the times when he wasn’t drunk enough to blame it on the booze, still, she’d smile at him and for just a little bit he’d feel as if everything was alright. Moving closer he sniffed the air around her with a lopsided grin, zoning in on the burger that hung from her fingertips as he reached for it.] Prob’ly shoulda kept at least one other man on deck before sending ‘em all out to play for the day.
{Isabella blinked at Rob, dropping her fork onto her plate with a shocked expression.} Excuse me but I remember just find, you smacked right into my door. I thought you’d be the one to forget. And I beg your pardon, old age? There is definitely not any pie in this flat. None for you anyway.
Well how was I supposed to know it’d be closed after all tha’ way I walked? [chuckles] Does my nose deceive, dear heart? ’cause it’s tellin’ me that you got a whole lotta pie waitin’ just in the wings to be devoured. [gives her an innocent look] Don’t tell me you’re gonna hold on me now, are ya?
Where is he...
[As he approached, her eyes did a quick scan of him. For most, it would have been a way of checking him out, so to say. But, she’d turned him out for the night, and it had taken a considerable amount of self-restraint to not call and check on him while alone in bed. He’d be fine and she knew he would be, but there was a big difference in assuming and in actually knowing. Her smile remained in place while her fingers tightened around the paper bag, and she gave it a light toss in his direction when he was close enough.] Am I? Figured you might be hungry, so I brought you some lunch.
I was talkin’ to the food but it’s nice ta see ya too. [He teased, a grin lighting up his sweat streaked face as he wiped his arm along his hot brow. Something about summer weather in the middle of winter just meant hell on wheels when it came to the shop, course it’d be the one day of the entire week that they’d be packed yet short staffed. And spending the night across town hadn’t made getting to work any easier but he’d made that trek more times than he’d like to count, wasn’t going to faze him and neither was not hearing from her. Seeing here here and now, nothing else mattered when she was close enough to touch and keep in his arms forever. That’s all he wanted, even as he walked up close, scrubbing his hands on the towel before shoving it back in his pocket.] Hey you.
{Iz chortled loudly, her hand placed over her mouth so bits of food wouldn’t escape.} I’ll stop now, scouts honor.
Pfft, you and I both know that Mar knew you’d find your way here, considering you could do it blind folded. That blueberry pie I baked beckoned you with it’s aroma
[Watching her, his grin grew wide, talking in between bites not hiding his amusement.] So lady like.
You mean considerin’ I’ve found this place blindfolded or did ya forget ‘bout last year so soon. Old age gettin’ to ya? [Looks up from his near empty plate with a look of hunger that shouldn’t be found on someone who already finished off an entire plate of food.] Pie?
Where is he...
[She had found a place to wait for his arrival-the hood of someone’s sedan that had sideswiped a deer and needed some patching up. A smile tugged at one corner of her lips while she withdrew a burger from the paper bag that rested on one thigh, and her other leg remained stretched out, dangling off the side of the car while the sun’s light hit her skin. Eyes narrowed some in the bright light, she kept her eyes open for him, knowing he’d show up sometime soon.]
[One of the boys called his name, lost somewhere between a carburetor and another belt come loose as he moved from car to car covering shifts for those taking off for the surprisingly nice weather. It wasn’t often enough that they’d get days like this before they were covered in six inches of snow and ice, making work even harder. So he’d let them run loose even if if meant not picking up his head for hours at a time. Taking a break, he needed to clear out all the jumbled mess of cars blurring together and stepped away from the car’s hood, wiping his greasy hands on the towel in his back pocket before climbing out the pit and spied a welcome sight.] Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.
Let’s see, when you wake up before noon. When you haven’t eaten, when you haven’t seen me, when Grans runs out of pie, or when Will opens his mouth or even moves. Shall I continue?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.. you can stop anytime now. I think you’ve done proved your point. [He grunts under his breath, picking up the fork and taking another bite of his meal.] Still, she coulda least let me crash on the couch. What if I tripped an’ fell in a ditch, never to be heard from again? What then? [Looking up from his plate, a grin grew on his face, unable to keep it off.]
{Biting back a laugh, Isabella followed suit and took a swig of her beer.} Yeesh Honey, did you atleast call her to let her know? Or was it an unpleasant surprise?
When am I unpleasant?
{She gave him a pointed, yet brief, look. Without saying another word she simply nodded her head. She wouldn’t poke and prod, she knew he’d tell her when and what he wanted.} I know you, I know you better than you know you most days. I can only imagine. {She lightly teased him though her smile was small and comforting} So she hid your keys this time too, yikes.
Clearly she knows me better than me too. [Raising the beer to his lips, he grinned against the bottle, all he could do was agree. Both women knew him through and through, he thought, taking a drink and setting it down quietly.] She didn’t rightly ‘gree with a my stayin’ out all night last night with the guys when we had plans. And I mighta come home a bit drunker than she ‘preciated.
{Masking her laughter by taking a bite, she tried not to watch as Rob wolfed down his good at an inhuman speed. Amused, she looked back down at her plate.} So, what exactly is you do this time? {She looked back up with a knowing smile, this wasn’t the first time he’d shown up like this.}
[Her words caught him off guard causing him to choke on the piece of bread he had just inhaled, coughing it clear with a drink of beer before he looked up at her sheepishly.] Nothing.. much. [His grin dimmed a bit.] You know how I can be.
{Grabbing plates and silverware, she served up a healthy portion for each of them. Adding grated Parmesan and parsley leaves for garnish, she smiled proudly as she presented it to him. Sitting across and grabbing her beer, she raised her glass to him}To the ever brave Spider Killer! Now eat up before Piper swipes it from your plate.
That beast would have to get past my cold, dead body before I’d let ‘im near this bounty. [Digging in, he wolfed down the food set out in front of him, not eating anything for a few hours and having to walk all the way here from his place, well it was enough to make anyone starving. Rebel’s keys were tucked away safely where he couldn’t get them, least he had his bag thrown out the window and into his arms. She had a temper, that one.] Great meal, Iz.
{Ignoring his ‘pain’ Iz rolled her eyes mockingly as she fixed together their salad.} Help! You’d destroy my kitchen! {She pointed to the breakfast bar on the other side of the island and motioned for him to sit before he broke something. The corner of her lips quirked upward as he pulled out two beers and popped them open.} And I only spoil you because I love you, and your ability to kill all the spiders in my flat.
Don’t say I didn’t at least offer to help ya out. [Grinning, he took a sip of his beer as he settled in one of her bar stools while he watched her put the finishing touches on dinner.] Spider stomper, they call me! Destroyer of all things creepy and crawly, at your service. [Giving a mock bow, he slid one of the beers over to her side of the breakfast bar.]
{Isabella let out squeal as she fought to get out of his grasp, even though it was futile. As soon as he set her down next to the stove she swatted his burly shoulder before returning to her cooking} It’s a miracle neither of us weigh a 1,000 pounds with how much pie we eat and how we’re hungry all the time! I swear I spend all my time cooking or working.
I’m making eggplant lasagna, garlic bread and and cesar salad.
[He shot her a hurt look when she hit him, feigning pain before slipping back behind her and leaning against the kitchen island with an easy grin.] It’s all that workin’, builds empty stomachs that demand to be fed and what’s better than pie or your home cookin’ to quiet ‘em?
You sure know how to spoil a man, don’tcha? Need any help or [Pointing to the fridge, he walked backwards towards it and opened it, grabbing a couple beers for the pair of them before she had a chance to object.]
{In a mad dash to greet him, she drops her spatula and runs to him planting a kiss on his cheek as she ensures him in a bear hug} It only smells so good because you’re starving!
[Wrapping his arms around her waist, he lifted her in the air in a tight hug and only letting her down when he managed to walk them both backwards into the kitchen and closer to the stove.] I’m always starving, so that just means it always smells good here. What’s for dinner, Iz?
