#fracturcdsouls

Asta was against the wall as she looked at her hands, they were red, which meant that they would burn anyone or anything she tried to touch. Tears weld up in her eyes as she looked around for her gloves, she didn’t see anyone come up to her, but quickly recoiled when she seen the hand reaching for her. “Nei! Do not touch me! I will hurt you.” She said in a rushed thick accented voice.

I'm done with all of the heat and humidity that I've been having to put up with since April. I can't stand it any longer. Enough is enough already, I want it gone. I'm ready to slip into a pair of jeans, a long sleeve shirt and my leather jacket. Hell, at this point I wouldn't even mind being ass deep in snow right now. lol

        WITH WIDE eyes, the blonde spun around with a soft smile on her face, shrugging her shoulders slightly in the brunette’s direction. “Oh it totally is. And I’m definitely keeping it now. Looks great don’t you think?”. the blonde fire captain grinned as she spun around, showing Alex the back of the shirt that came to rest on top of her pantie clad backside. “Looks great on me I BELIEVE.”

“ oh , fuck you. “ the smile melts wider across trish ‘ s face. she ‘ s still half - a - hellcat , cowl off and hair a short , messy shock of tousled ash blonde and smudged eyeblack. how different it must be for jess to look at her like this , just like herself half in makeup when they were young in a dressing room , and see that now she ‘ s … happy ? maybe. trish doesn ‘ t know if she ‘ s happy. she wants to be. maybe the difference between them is she knows without her jess will let everything jade her to shit and then she ‘ ll go hermit and die alone of extreme alcohol poisoning or psoriasis. without jess , she ‘ ll drop right into a falseness that is nearly unbearable to look at and then wither back into addiction , be it relapsing back into her eating disorder or pills , pills , pills , and then die eventually ( finally , mother will say ) both beautiful and relatively young. an age that would preserve her forever in the minds of everyone and leave her that tragically talented woman who never met her potential — another Marilyn Monroe. that never feels comfortable. she ‘ s grateful they don ‘ t have to be without each other — not right now , anyway. she props her sharp chin into the heel of her hand and smiles a toothy , fanged smile. “ no. no. that is your shirt. — there is a lot of your 90 ‘ s grunge phase happening on that flannel , jess. it ‘ s awful. and you should take it off because it ‘ s fashionably offensive. “ gesturing like a true New Yorker with that perfect manicure. “ — here. — let me help ? “ the question is innocent. not the trish definition of the old days , the one where ‘ innocent ‘ was sweet but heavily , heavily suggestive. this version means she ‘ s asking it innocently — but mostly , if she ‘ s being honest , because her hands are cold and she wants to shove them under jess ‘ s awful flannel. 

When Alex spoke, Fatima’s eyebrows shot up slightly, not having realized that things had seemingly gone so well. For the first time in the night, she stumbled, not really sure what came next in this whole process. A hand came up, running through her hair to push the strands of it that had fallen in front back where it should be. “Uh...” She thought for a moment. “Well I know the concept of a blind date means you don’t know much about the other person, but did your friend let you know that I’m not... familiar with much dating? I had a lot of fun, but I don’t want to give you false expectations.” 

“ i’m a little off my game , b. nothin’ a box of wheaties can’t fix , yeah ? “

she’s doing a bad job of explaining i can hear everything , jess , i can hear everything , jess , i can hear the cat across the way down the alley , jess -- 

“I know you will. You always do.” Kara spoke with a small smile. It didn’t make things easier however, but at least Alex would be there for her if things went poorly.