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I would hurt you or use you. | you unsettle me. | I dislike you or you annoy me. | I would like to get to know you better. | I pity you. | you confuse me. | I feel indifferent towards you. | I would be friends with you. | I would fight by your side. | I would hug you or hold your hand. | I would kiss you. | I would sleep with you. | I would lie for you. | I would protect you. | I would fall in love with you. | I would kill for you | I respect you. | you are my family. | I don’t know you.
Animae | Spencer + Roslyn
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When Spencer got calls from the hospital, it was usually to pick up shifts, not to visit patients. He tore out of the house so fast, he wasn't sure in hindsight that he'd even locked the door behind him. His thoughts raced as he drove toward the hospital, pushing the old truck as fast as he dared, and waiting impatiently at red lights, inching ever forward. He'd been looking for Roslyn for over a year, but that was with the assumption that she didn't want to be found. She'd managed to hide from him for roughly fifteen years before. It had never occurred to him to check the place where he worked, never imagining that she may have been in danger all this time.
He knew the layout of the hospital well and plenty of the people in it, but he didn't stop to chat with anyone, living or dead, until he reached her floor, and that was only to get her room number from the nurse's station. He couldn't stop himself from going over and over the few details the woman on the phone had been able to given him. They'd found her in the woods, malnourished and dehydrated, with no idea of how long she'd been out there. She had no family so there was no one to call, but when she'd woken up, she'd asked for him.
The sight of her in bed, thin and pale under her hospital blanket, stopped him cold in the doorway. "Ros?" He could practically hear the grind of his muscles and joints as he forced them back into motion. There was a tube running out of her arm, and another machine monitoring her pulse, but those were pretty standard, nothing that set him further on edge. Even though she was asleep, he couldn’t stop himself from reaching for her hand as he neared her bedside, needing the reassurance that she was solid and real and ...alive? The jury was still out on that one, whatever it meant in a place like Bentley.
Meant To Be | Spencer & Roslyn
It was funny how in the wake of such a forbidding, even supernatural storm, Spencer had managed to have what was hands down one of the best days of his life. Waking up next to Roslyn wasn't something he'd ever thought would happen with her imposed midnight curfew in place, but whatever ties pulled ghosts back to their haunting grounds seemed to have unraveled the night before.
Spending most of the day with her was easy-- so easy that he hadn't really had time to feel nervous about their date until she left to get ready. That probably meant that he should do something to prepare as well, but he didn't know what it was. He was fairly baffled by the idea of dressing up; it would just make him uncomfortable. He finally changed into a clean t-shirt and faded black jeans, pulling his jacket from where it hung on the back of his desk chair. There was no point in bothering with his hair. He had long ago adopted that cheerfully tussled look that appeared to take no effort, but actually did.
He found himself simply leaning against the desk while he waited for her to return. He wasn't the type for idle time, but he didn't think she would be long. In any case, this sudden attack of nerves made it unlikely that he'd be able to concentrate on work. Spencer was not prone to nervousness, and he didn't much like it now, even if he recognized its source. He was invested in the outcome of tonight in more than just casual or superficial ways. This was not just any girl. This was Roslyn, his first true friend and, quite possibly, the girl he-- No. He put an abrupt end to that train of thought. It was doing nothing for his state of mind.