#governingmouse

Well, fuck. Her mouth opened and then closed again without leaving any words to be heard. She had no idea what to say. Speechlessness was something Bridget Westfall wasn’t used to and she didn’t like it. Why was it so hard to find the proper response to that? It wasn’t the first time she’d heard the words from another woman. Not by far. By now she knew when to get out before it ever got to that. Before emotions started to evolve at all.Still, it happened. Some women got attached. And when she did get the ‘I love you’, that was when she took off at the very latest. But never without knowing what to say. Usually something along the lines of not wanting to play with their feelings.Now, if there was anyone for whom that couldn’t have been more true, it was the woman right in front of her. Of course Vera was the last person whose feelings she’d ever want to toy with or manipulate in any other way, she’d been subjected to way too much of that as it was. So why the fuck were her words failing her now? Why couldn’t she fucking bring herself to tell her that she didn’t love her? And why the fuck hadn’t she noticed anything? She knew Vera, knew her well. There was no way she could have missed the growing attachment, was there? Surely there had to have been signs… and in hindsight… yes, there definitely were. So why the fuck hadn’t she ended things back then?What was she even doing still standing here, staring into the deep blue eyes in front of her as if those might just hold the answer? ‘I don’t love you.’ Words, nothing more. Why did they refuse to leave her tongue?Well, fuck.“I think I love you too.”

DAMNIT, JANET! (OH, BRAD!) @governingmouse

  IT’S ANOTHER RERUN, another repeat: he’s found that mankind likes to IMMORTALISE and IDOLISE -- the fact that he’s ended up in THROWBACK THURSDAY on the television stung. The camera blurry, the colour shit; it can’t capture him in the FLESH; can’t show him amongst the stars and the NEBULAS and moons he knows he’s part of. But it’s worth it: he’s been watching, sitting in on eleven’o’clock news specials with a stoic expression in a skin that does not suit him nearly as well as this suit does. This one, he’s taken a SPECIAL interest in. There was always some mishap; one might call it a TRAGEDY: he calls it DIVINE intervention; if only for a price.   “You’ve got an image problem.” Camera cuts: his face is pale and uncomfortably close; there’s a SPOTLIGHT upon him and the world falls silent; the melody keeps playing though he remains still. “Or rather -- WENTWORTH does. How would you like to fix that?”

i don’t even know you and you’re already becoming a bad influence on me how dare. @governingmouse 

‘  are you sure about that?   i’m not doubting your kindness,  i’m just doubting whether or not you’re happy about being in the DARK.    thank you.    i DO appreciate your kindness.  ’

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