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LEAVING AFTER AN ARUGMENT. . .
you leave for an unrelated reason after an argument and he panics
lads & f! reader
( I. ) first time writing for these guys kinda nervous eeeeeek ALSO what nicknames are we calling the boys? like is it baby, honey, or what cuz sometimes i wanna write dialogue for reader when she calls him and it's not his actual name if that makes any sense? lol
( II. ) send any lads reqs if you want ! i can't guarantee i'll get to them, but i'll try :)
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it seemed like all you did was argue lately. tensions were high as both your schedules clashed, leaving no time for any meaningful connection. he was busy with work, irritated beyond belief as his colleagues continued to piss him off; you were drowning in missions, sorely overdue for some time off. everything you did annoyed him, and everything he did annoyed you.
you came out the shower, clad in your pajamas. you applied some lip balm while your eyes drifted to where he sat in the living room. despite your own exhaustion, you could tell he was stressed and wanted to offer some comfort. but after just one question of are you okay—
"for the last time, don't worry about it." he snapped, his jaw clenching as he attempted to retain control on his emotions.
your eyes narrowed at his tone, swallowing the hurt stuck in your throat as you carefully chose your next words. "i only want to help you—"
"well, you're not. in fact, you're making things worse."
your mouth opened... then closed. you stepped back, shaking your head at the audacity, emotionally clocking out of the conversation.
"right." you muttered, grabbing your phone and keys before snatching your coat off the rack impatiently.
he was so consumed in his own problems and how he would fix them that he hadn't noticed the uneasy silence that followed. he looked up, his discerning gaze scanning his surroundings. he caught the slam of the front door, blood draining from his face. he'd done it now.
🍎 CALEB
"...pips?" he asked the empty room, his voice quiet as if hoping to attract wildlife. the couch creaked as he stood slowly, his heart racing erratically in his chest. "hello?"
when he was met with no response, he ran over to the door. his throat constricted when he didn’t see your shoes next to his. shit. he shouldn't have said that. he groaned and ran his hands over his face. he really shouldn't have said that.
"makin' things worse? really, caleb?" he mumbled to himself in disbelief.
though his hand flew to the door handle, he hesitated to turn it. his thumb tapped on the handle anxiously. stupid, stupid, stupid. every fiber of his being ached to run after you, scoop you up into his arms, and take you back home where you belonged.
a part of him was scared—what if he ran after you and you finally told him to go away for good? he wouldn't do that in a million years, of course, but... he didn't want you to hate him, whatever the reason was. especially if it was his own doing. he couldn't live without you, and the empty house he stood in was a painful reminder.
he thought back to all the times he's brushed you off for work recently, leaving you in his flat with a placating kiss to your cheek. he didn't expect the fleet to demand so much of his attention, and now both of you were suffering for it.
caleb cursed under his breath and shoved his feet into his shoes, ripping the door open and sprinting down the street. he called your name, spinning around on the road to cover his bases, searching for any rustle, scent, or noise that would lead him to you.
"caleb, what are you doing?" you sighed from behind him.
he straightened up and turned, his hopes refusing to sink even after seeing the glare on your face. you just looked so cute in your pajamas and puffy jacket. he frowned, a new wave of guilt washing over him.
"get out of the road, please? and put on a shirt if you're outside—" your lecture was cut short as caleb hugged you tight, worming his warm hands under the wings of your coat and clothes "...what is up with you?" you asked softly, returning the embrace.
he squeezed you tight, savoring the feeling of your skin under his fingers. "i thought you left."
"i mean, i did. i just forgot my headphones in my car—"
"you scared me," he whispered into your neck.
an unbelieving laugh bubbled out of you, put off by his strong reaction. "what—did you think i left left?"
"yes." he whined, standing back and tilting your head up to face him. "you don't ever make things worse, princess. i don't know why i said that—"
"caleb."
"no, you're the only good thing i have left and i—" he choked up, his eyelids squeezing shut. "you don't deserve that. i love you, you know that right? i love you."
"i love you, too." you gripped his wrist, bringing him back down. "our lives aren't easy, and i don't expect you to be perfect all the time. we're both going to get to stressed and maybe annoyed with each other, but... i don't want us to grow apart because of it."
"no, never." he gripped your face with both hands, holding you firmly as if he were trying to communicate his pledge into your skull. "i'll never lash out like that again, pips, i promise. i know you were just trying to help—i'm so sorry." he peppered kisses all over your face until you wriggled out of his arms.
you extended your pinky, an expectant look on your face. he smiled gratefully and hooked his pinky with yours, allowing you to string him along back to bed and into your arms, where he belonged.
SYLUS
he checked the cameras surrounding his home, watching you storm down the pathway to your car. his heart thumped when the car door slammed shut, and he turned off the camera feed to save his thoughts from running wild.
he rose calmly from his chair, abandoning his drink and phone as he paced. ...he shouldn't have snapped at you. your look of hurt and betrayal was seared into his mind. the echo of you persisted even as he closed his eyes. i only want to help.
sylus debated enlisting the help of luke and kieran to keep an eye on you. he didn't want to pressure you to return home if you were upset with him, but he also wanted to be the one to comfort you... for a slight of his own doing... hm. what a paradoxical feeling.
his work required much of his time and effort, as did yours. of course the N109 zone had to act up when you finally found the time to spend the night. his stomach twisted with disappointment. what kind of man was he to put work over the most precious treasure of his life?
sylus gritted his teeth, grabbing his robe and tying it on before racing out the door. his motorcycle buzzed to life as he approached. mounting it with ease, he pulled up the map on his phone to check—
"where are you going at this hour?" you cast him a sideways look, judgement written all over your features.
...perhaps he should have checked the garage cameras before rushing outside with the intent of chasing your car down.
for once, his expression did not reflect his usual collected demeanor. "i... i thought you had left."
you held up your headphones. "forgot these in the car."
"i see." sylus cleared his throat, turning off his bike's engine. he swallowed thicky, choosing his words carefully as he had failed to do earlier. "i didn't mean what i said, kitten. making things worse is something you are not capable of."
you waved him off, turning to retire to bed. he frowned, hopping off his motorcycle and catching your hand, halting your withdrawal.
"i'm tired, sylus." you sighed, rubbing your eyes with the back of your hand.
of me? he thought in a panic, his throat suddenly bone-dry. sylus always had something to say, but in this moment, nothing he came up with seemed right. "what i said was in error. i never want to hurt you, so for tonight, i deeply apologize."
"sy..." you quirked an amused smile up, and his brows furrowed in confusion. "i am really tired. and i imagine you are, too. we're both high-strung, and you're not going to be perfect all the time."
"you deserve nothing less," he argued with a firm shake of his head. his hands rested on your waist, rubbing soothing circles into your skin.
"you demonstrate that to me everyday, but i don't expect that of you all the time. you're human." your hand lifted to hold his cheek, thumb brushing over his skin after he leaned into your touch. "but when we fall short, i don't want us to take it out on each other."
his hand covered yours, pressing a kiss to your palm regretfully. "...i know, sweetie. i'm sorry. i love you, and seeing you walk out today reminded me that you mean the world to me. i would sooner abandon my work than push you away."
"i love you, too." you smiled and he brought you closer to his chest, hugging you as though he were afraid you would disappear.
when the night breeze made you shiver, he lifted you in his arms and tumbled into bed with you, his work long forgotten the moment your soft giggles hit his ears.
RAFAYEL
rafayel didn't look up from his blank canvas after realizing you left, but painting was the last thing on his mind. his knee bobbed uncontrollably, his brush wagging between his fingers nervously.
why did he say that? he always had to have the last word, even when he didn't mean anything that left his mouth. he might as well have said get out, i don't need you, when the truth was the polar opposite.
he heard your car engine rumble to life and fear seized his chest. you weren't—you weren't leaving were you?
rafayel knew his attitude was a lot to deal with sometimes. getting snippy when you were both upset was a recipe for disaster, and he often envied your patience in those instances. he always wondered when you would finally get fed up with him though he never believed it would happen.
until it did, today.
you were one of the few that loved him as he was and he was not letting you go because he let his exhaustion screw everything up.
he let his tools clatter to the floor as he sprung to his feet, speeding to the driveway. he spotted your car and practically ran into it, slamming his hands against the driver's window.
huh? rafayel peered inside but the driver's seat was empty. weird, he swore he heard you scream...
the backseat window rolled down, your annoyed head popping out soon after. "what are you doing?! you scared me!"
he scooted over to the back window sheepishly, his confusion apparent on his face. "what, uh... what are you doing?" he coughed to cover up his quivering voice, resting his arms on the door.
you bent over, searching under the seats. "i'm looking for my headphones. i'm pretty sure they rolled under here somewhere..."
his eyes darted to the front, seeing the dashboard lit and ready to go. "you turned the car on, so i thought..."
"i needed the lights. my phone wasn't enough." you explained hurriedly, then paused. you sat up and stared at him. "...you thought what?"
"i thought you left." he mumbled. rafayel's fingers rapped along the roof of your vehicle that it could've passed as rain. after a moment, he gave into his need to be close to you, opening the door and slipping into the backseat.
"you know i didn't mean it, right?" he began.
you glanced at him, shrugging. "i don't know. did you?"
"i didn't." he said indignantly, but his tone softened when he remembered his goal: apologize, not defend. "i would never mean something like that, cutie. i say stupid things when i'm backed into a corner. that's no excuse, though."
"yeah." you concede, sitting beside him. the soft melodies from the radio made the dip in the conversation less uncomfortable. "you really thought i was going to leave?"
he ran his hand through his hair nervously. "i thought you finally got tired of me."
"raf..." you frowned, your hand reaching to his. "we'll get tired of each other from time to time. it comes with being life partners—there's good days and bad days. doesn't mean we love each other any less."
you pulled his head into your shoulder and he didn't waste any time curling into you, clinging to you like his life depended on it. you could feel his racing heartbeat against your skin, but with every deep breath of your scent, it calmed down. little by little. his hair brushed against your cheek as he nuzzled impossibly closer.
"i know. but as your life partner, i should be making you happier. i'm sorry for losing sight of my top priority." he pressed an apologetic kiss to the crook of your neck. "i love you more than anything."
you smiled, stroking his fluffy hair. "i love you, too."
thomas found you two cuddled up in the backseat together the next morning.
ZAYNE
regret flooded him immediately. he let his head drop into his hands in disappointment, but his shame found him even as he closed his eyes. he didn't give himself time to wallow in self-pity—he got up, grabbed his jacket, and flew out the door after you.
he called your name just as he sees a flash of your pajamas turning around the corner into the garage. keys. he vaguely remembered the jingle of keys—did you intend to leave?
he burst into the garage after you, his breath short as he locked eyes with you over the hood of your car.
you raised an eyebrow but didn't stop moving. you were about to open the door when he grasped your arm, turning your body to face him. his grip fell from your biceps to your hands, lacing your fingers together pleadingly. you looked up in confusion—
"forgive me. i did not mean to snap. you were only trying to help, i know that—"
"zayne—"
"please, allow me to finish. i will never force you to do anything you do not wish to, but i promise i will never let my stress cloud my judgement in a way that makes you suffer. please don't go. i will—"
"zayne," your lips curved into a smile and zayne's brain had to buffer. "i'm not leaving."
he blinked, his eyes darting between you and your car. "but..."
you nodded to the center compartment through the window. "i left my headphones inside."
"oh."
your smile only grew as he released your hands, stepping back to allow you to open the door and retrieve your headphones. you pocketed your stuff and hooked arms with him, a gesture that weighed guilty upon his shoulders. he didn't deserve your affection after he lashed out at you, at least not so easily.
"i accept your apology." you hummed, leaning your head against his arm as he walked you back inside. "i wasn't mad, just... annoyed. we're both stressed out, and stuff like this will happen when we're both in bad moods. let's try not to make a habit of it."
"of course." he whispered. then, even quieter, "i don't deserve you."
you pursed your lips. "i don't like it when you talk down on yourself."
"i know," zayne murmured. "though it's hard not to when you... you make things so easy."
you smiled up at him. "loving you is easy."
his eyes communicated his gratitude, but the way he stopped in his tracks to embrace you said much more. i love you.
XAVIER
shit. xavier frowned, leaning back and peering through the window. he caught you walking down the street, dialing someone on your phone. when you spun around, he quickly let the curtains fall back into place. he didn't know what to do.
he was an idiot, that much he knew. xavier often got short when he was sleepy, but even more so when sleepy and stressed. he never meant to lash out at you, and normally he wouldn't, but... you just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. with the sorry state he was in, the next person that talked to him was going to be unfairly assailed.
his palms grew clammy as he caught your voice muffled through the glass. you sounded upset. he peeked outside again, watching you vent. he winced and sunk back into the couch, his mind racing—what does he do? what does he say?
next, he heard a car pulling up to the house. his heart dropped in panic—he whipped around, watching someone park right where you stood. you opened the door...
oh, no. xavier scrambled off the couch, running past his coat and shoes out the door. he called your name as he sprinted down the sidewalk.
"what're you doing, xav?" you gave him a look before you entered the car, keeping a foot on the pavement to stabilize yourself as you climbed inside.
"wait—!" xavier came to an abrupt stop behind you, ready to pull you out if he needed to.
"yeah, that's my boyfriend." you laughed softly to tara. your friend ducked her head to catch a glimpse of him through the open door and waved in greeting.
huh?
"he looks like he's seen a ghost." tara mirrored your odd look from earlier.
xavier shifted behind you.
"he's been out of it all week, you know... working pretty hard." you rifled for something in the backseat, exclaiming happily once you recovered your headphones. "thanks for coming all this way, i appreciate it. have fun on your vacation."
"of course, no problem. think about having one yourself, hm?" tara smiled, honking her car in farewell as she disappeared down the street.
"i—i thought—" xavier took deep breaths to calm himself. "i'm so sorry."
"you thought what?" you asked, stuffing your headphones in your pockets.
"that you were going to leave." he admitted, blue eyes filled with panic and worry. "i'm sorry for snapping at you, you didn't deserve it. you never deserve anything like that, it won't happen again."
you flattened your hand against his chest, feeling his racing heartbeat. "it's okay, xav—"
"it's not." xavier's eyes hardened, guilt welling up inside him. why were you being so forgiving?
"i trust you won't do it again. even you seem surprised by your outburst. this isn't you, and both of us know that." you continued calmly. "sometimes the stress gets to us. i get it."
he bowed his head, covering your hand with his own and squeezing it every so often to soothe his nerves. "you could never make things worse. i love you, so much."
you smiled. "i love you, too. let's sleep in? i'll call in if you will."
"yes, please." he groaned with relief, nodding. he intertwined your fingers, swinging your hands between you as you walked back home.
This is a weird little thing. Idk. just had a thought I needed to get out. pinky swear I'm working on an actual fic. mama has just been. distracted.
general warnings/desc: calebmc of course. reader is mc. reader is not described in anyway physically. angst (no one dies or explodes anymore than usual). formatting is a little...unique on this. mostly dialogue.
approx. 1.4k words
"Where do crayons get their colors from?"
Pigments. Like, crushed up color mixed in with wax.
"Where do pigments get their colors from?"
Lots of stuff. From outside.
"Like... a tree?"
Yeah. Like leaves. Or flowers. Or fruit.
"Like apples!"
Exactly. Like apples.
An introduction isn't the only thing Caleb had to learn to repeat. 'Who are you?' only ever being the first of many questions. You've always had an innate, boundless curiosity. One that was only amplified and renewed every time you... came back.
In the research center, your material for questioning is limited, and so there are some questions he's heard more times than he'd like to count.
"How come our voices bounce around at us?"
The room is empty, and the door is shut, so our voices don't have anywhere to go.
"When it's dark, where does the sun go?"
Somewhere that people who have been in the dark for longer can see it. We take turns.
"Why do needles pinch you when they go in?"
They're reeeally sharp. And skin is soft, and full of nerves. I know it's scary but being sharp is good. It means it's quick, and it hurts the least skin. And it's good that you have nerves too, so your body can tell you when it's scared. You just have to let it know that it's ok. And when it's not, you just have to tell me.
"Do the doctors know we're scared? If we cried, do you think it would help?"
...I'm not scared. And... you... hey. Come over here, close to the glass. If you breathe like this really reeally slow, it'll fog up. See? Now, use your finger to draw shapes and I'll guess em.
-
In your first year in Josephine's care, when the whole world was new, your questions get trickier. Demand more research and guesswork on his part.
"How do planes stay up?"
Because of the wings, and how they move the air around the plane.
"How can the ants carry crumbs that big?"
Because of their exoskeletons, and how light their bodies are, they can carry big stuff because they don't have to worry about carrying themselves.
"Why are peppers spicy?"
Because of a chemical called capsaicin, it makes all of the taste buds in your mouth think they’re being cooked.
"What are the birds chirping about?"
Dunno. Maybe they're keeping track of who's caught the most worms.
"How many stars are there?"
Way too many to count. Try it Pips, count as many as you can.
Each answer is met with silence, a squint in your eye as you focus on absorbing the information. Followed always by an approving hum or a confused mmph. In the latter case, you'd work together, until you could come up with an answer that pleased you.
Caleb was always happy to satisfy you're curiosity. Though, he'll admit...
"What's your favorite color?"
Hmm... Come out of the shade for a sec?
"Ugh. Fine... Hey! Caleb! Watch your fingers! You're gonna poke my eye out!!"
That color. Riiight there.
His favorite questions were always the ones you'd ask about him.
"Who teaches you how to tie shoelaces?"
Caleb does, of course. Come sit in the entryway Pip.
The ones you'd ask about him, and the ones you'd ask about you.
-
They change as you get older, the questions.
"Why does math suck?"
Because someone keeps pretending to fall asleep every time I start explaining how to solve differential equations.
"Caleb, this party is dumb, can we go get ice cream?"
Been waiting to hear you say that for an hour, let's go.
"Why do you always give me all your Valentine's chocolate?"
You like sweets waaay more than I do, Pips. Plus, chocolate just looks like extra miles to me.
"Boo. You didn't tell me I was walking home with no-fun Caleb."
I'll remind you that no-fun Caleb keeps your snack supply well stocked.
They change again, when he leaves for the Aerospace Academy.
"Caleb! What is your braised chicken recipe? Gran and I are craving."
Just watch me make it next time I'm home.
"Repeat: Gran and I are craving NOW."
Patience is a virtue, pip-squeak.
"So is generosity!"
And again, when you leave for college.
"I don't have plans for my next break, are you gonna be home?"
Text me the dates, I'll make it work.
"Have you talked to Gran recently? She said you haven't called in awhile, which I said was weird cuz we've been talking every day."
I'll call her as soon as I'm back from this mission, promise...You're gossiping behind my back with Gran now?
"Only since forever. Anytime you're being big-dummy Caleb."
Your world gets bigger and with it goes the width of your wonderings. Once simple curiosity has long since expanded to interrogation and examination, unprompted quizzing and provocation.
-
What never changes is who you ask your questions to. Even after he's gone, even after he returns. After fighting through 'Where were you?' and 'Why?' and the first 'Who are you?' he isn't sure you want to hear the answer to.
He knows that he's not helping his case, his delicate new place in the life you've had to live without him. If you catch him, if you ask, he'll tell you your bag fell over on it's own, that the notebook slipped out, opened by itself. That he'd only meant to right it, tuck it back away.
"How could you?"
"If you were here, right now, what would you say?"
"What would you do?"
"How would you fix this?"
"How many pairs of shoes did you own? There's nothing left of the house. I remember how many models, I think. But I can't remember your shoes. It's freaking me out."
"What am I supposed to do if it feels like this forever?"
"You never told me the fucking chicken recipe, Caleb. What if I never figure it out?"
"What if I never forgive you?"
He doesn't know how to answer you. He doesn't know if he has the right to.
He writes the braised chicken wing recipe down, tucks it into the page.
Put's everything back in it's place.
-
It's more random now, and darker, the questions you ask. He can't tell what you're looking for. A reaction from him, maybe, some meaning to be gleaned inbetween the words. You've always been curious.
All he can do is answer.
"Does your arm hurt?"
Only when it's under repair.
"...Would it hurt if I bit you?"
Try. Hard as you can.
"If all your friends think you're dead, and you tell all my friends I'm dead, are we ghosts?"
Guess so.
"What's our unfinished business then?"
You tell me.
You ask him questions in his sleep, too.
"Caleb, how come you're always the first one to find me?"
Easy questions, from smaller you's.
Maybe It's because... I love you a little more than you realize.
But the easiest question, you ask him when things are finally better.
Better, relative to your lives, to the threats you are under.
Curled into each other, in his bed, the only time his muscles really untense. Wrapped so around you that the rising sun won't be able to touch you. Breathing you in, breathing out onto you.
"Caleb."
"Yeah, Pips?"
"How do you want to die?"
The world is so quiet, the sky still so dark, there is only room for the easy, easy truth.
"Like this. With you in my arms." He can't tell which of you squeezes first, at the words.
Nothing else matters.
You hum, and he closes his eyes, lets the dark hold you both.
The easiest question, followed by the worst.
"Caleb."
"Mm."
"How do you think you will die?" He tenses. You tuck your head into his chest. Ear to heartbeat. He tries to steady it. He breathes slow.
He thinks about his life, about what he's seen, what he's been through. What he knew and what he knows, now. He thinks about you because he's always thinking about you, because his life is you.
He thinks about the research center, he thinks about the explosion, he thinks about the fleet and Ever and Viper and Lucius.
He thinks about how he'd like to die, and his luck.
"Caleb?"
All he can do is answer.
For the first time in his life, a part of him wishes you hadn't asked.
He pulls you in tighter, throws a leg over yours, fills his lungs, until his ribs expand, tries to fit you in the spaces between.
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Indigo's parents were praised by their neighbors for having such a nice boy , always quiet and polite . They had no son , but a little girl , one who always came home with a new haircut every month or so by the boy across the street who spoke in a strange manner , making them question their knowledge of Linkon's language .
Her father always complained , saying he studied so hard only for its native speakers to butcher the language to shreds themselves . Her mother dropped a couple of bills in Caleb's hand with a pat on the head , grateful that someone was taking care of her daughter while her parents tried to get themselves settled in a new country .
The haircuts were terrible , on par with the haircut of the green - eyed boy Indigo flinched at when they caught each other's eyes , but their daughter always came home with a grin . She would curl up in bed with her mother , distracting her from her novel , and ask her if she noticed anything different . After some teasing , her mother would answer that her hair was shorter . Indigo always asked if she liked it , and her mother would always lie to her with a smile on her face . Of course , she likes it , it suits her very well .
“ Me too . ”
“ Hm ? ” An amethyst gaze moved away from MC’s hair . “ ’d you say something , Blue ? ”
“ Me too . Want my hair cut too . ” Indigo mumbled , pointing at the scissors in Caleb's hand . The scissors had rounded blade tips and a blue handle with Caleb's name written in black permanent marker . He'd had them since third grade , and you could tell by the penmanship . It was a pair of scissors made for paper , not hair , but with the way the hair of Indigo's older friend always looked so pretty after her brother finished trimming it with them , it didn't cross Indigo's mind that it was the wrong kind .
Caleb sat back in his chair , looking down at his progress on MC before leaning forward and moving the hair out of Indigo’s eyes with the gentlest of fingertips brushing against her forehead .
“ Alright . ” He sighed dramatically . His smile with a crooked left canine he'll never fix , even as a domineering colonel , was already peaking out . “ I was goin’ to clock out after this one , but . . . I’ll do my one good deed of the day and help you regain your eyesight , Blue . You’re lookin’ like one of those mountain dogs , you know ? The ones that have the fur all over their eyes . How do you guys see , hm ? Give Blue your seat for a sec , pip . ”
“ Okay ! ” MC slid off the stool and pulled the cape from around her neck . She shook around like a dog caught in the rain , leaving clips of dark hair on the light - colored hardwood floor for Caleb to sweep up later . He ignored it .
“ Why don’t you sit on down and tell me what you want , dearest customer ? ” Caleb gave his sister a sharp look before taking back the black cape , sliding it around Indigo’s neck . It was choking .
“ Want your hair . ”
“ My hair ? ”
Suddenly , the words that had seemed to be flowing like the condensation drops of an ice cream cup froze into solid ice in her throat . Choking . Under the plastic , Indigo would have dug her nails into her palms if not for her bad habit of biting them to the nubs . Instead , her fingers curled into fists and simply stayed there , squeezing , squeezing , squeezing until her hands cried to her brain for mercy .
“ . . . no ? ” Indigo made Caleb sad . Sad ? Mad ? Uncomfortable ? She couldn't see with her back to him , and she did not want to . She couldn't even imagine it , she didn't want to , but her brain laughed at her as it made slot machine - like attempts at making Caleb's expression when upset , specifically at her , mixing and matching all the different ways Indigo remembered his eyes , nose , and lips contorting . Her spine tried to imitate the curve her fingers made when they slid up her palms , their nails digging into fresh skin . But then , the sweet taste of apple cider filled her ears .
“ We can do whatever you want , Blue . Just wasn’t sure a cute girl like you wanted hair like mine , since I’m a boy an’ all . But you can rock everything . A boy haircut , a girl haircut , even a bald head . Hey , wanna go bald ? ” Caleb leaned forward , raising his dark brows mischievously .
“ Like a hard - boiled egg ! ” MC added on , giggling from the seat on the floor she found . There went her attempts to be clean of hair .
“ No . . . ” Indigo whined . Before she knew it , her fists were no longer tight and tense . They were no longer fists at all as they messed with the hem of her shirt . Her friends are nice , she thought , they always make her feel better . “ Don’t wanna be an egg . Just wanna be like you , gege . ”
Caleb sighed . His sighs were never genuine , always for comedic effect . His true grievances were kept inside , taking physical form in salty water and stormy dreams .
“ Okay , okay . If you insist on the Caleb cut , you’ll get it , Blue . Gotta warn you , though . No one can rock it like me . ”
“ Indi can ! Even better ! ‘cause she’s cute ! ” MC defended Indigo , getting up on her knees to press the cheeks of the younger girl with her fingers . “ Indi’s cute like a bunny and Caleb’s ugly like a frog ! ”
“ Ugly like a frog ? ” Snip , snip , snip . There was no hesitation in his movements , though there should have been . Thankfully , Caleb Xia would not go on to be a hairdresser , and the more Indigo asked to be his copycat , the better he became at dealing with her hair . “ You better take that back , pipsqueak . Blue might have to go home before sunset but you’re stuck with me . The second you’re in dreamland , I could snip everything off . Who’ll be the real hard - boiled egg now ? ”
“ You wouldn’t ! ”
“ I wouldn’t ? ” He raised a single brow .
“ . . . Caleb's cute like a frog . ”
“ Thin ice , kid . Thin . Ice . But it will do for now . ”
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yes it's uncreative to name mc mc but i don't care . maybe i'll change her name in the future but such future is not within eyesight and therefore non - existent .
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She might have forgotten , but her body had not . MC's body
remembered every needle , every shock , every chill . And it
craved revenge . Josephine had her locked up in her room
like a rabid dog , given food three times a day through a
Caleb who had scratches and bruises on his arms from the
girl he loves . But MC did not love . There was nothing to
love .
But there was a girl who wandered the street in view of her
window , and she was small and she was curious about
something MC could not seem to find . Under the overgrown
grass , there was a dead squirrel . The girl picked it up with
her little hands and raised it , showing it to MC when their
eyes met . The animal's insides were empty , pecked away by
birds long gone , and it made both of them sad . Not the
death , but the aftermath . Drained of everything .
When the girl came back , she placed a flocked squirrel doll
with a red polka dot dress on the open window of MC's
room . She took it , and although neither of them opened
their mouths , MC could tell she understood her . The girl
smiled , and MC made her attempt at one back .
The first second Indigo and MC shared , there was a sense of
sisterhood that could not be mimicked or replicated in any
other world or timeline .
They could see each other’s entire frames in the reflection of
their large , hollow eyes . They have seen nothing and everything
, the tangible and intangible , the oxygen they breathe and the
scents that swirl above rotting carcasses , the sound of adults
crying and children calming them . They look at each other in
likeness the same way you , dear reader , do when you look in
the mirror . MC , a tall and lanky girl , looked down and saw
herself , smaller , younger , bluer ; yet just as abnormal as she .
And there she found love . There she found the need to protect .
MC bit and scratched and scarred , sometimes Josephine , most times Caleb , but never Indigo . Her sweet little Indigo who had dread in her eyes when she couldn’t peel her gaze off a bug crushed under a shoe , a single leg twitching in vain for one more millisecond of life . Indigo who is life . She who had ridden the iron bird and seen more of the world than MC yet found home in her side of all places . She could see herself in Indigo’s eyes , being swallowed without chance of release like a crew lost to a black hole .
MC always held her tiny hand in hers , as if the physical
connection would put up a force field that would stop any car
from hitting them while crossing the street ; and when her hair
began to grow past her ears , she pleated and tied it up day
after day as if she were a doll . But she was not a doll . Indigo
was alive , she is life . MC would say she would kill for her , but
that would undermine her emotions . Killing is easy . You could
do it with a simple pillow . What is harder is to live . And what
a blessing it is to live alongside Indigo , finding angels’ halos in
her deep gaze and finding that their lights have also started to
shine upon her also . It became easier to smile like a human
and not a snarling wolf , and to talk and see in others fractions
of what Indigo’s adoration saw in MC . It is good to live, a gift , even when we do not necessarily feel like it . With time , MC became determined to help others protect that gift .
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