losing hope.

    he mumbles and moans incoherently when he feels her fingers in his hair. if he doubted whether he were awake or NOT before, he knew now. her touch warmed him. gideon felt it in his hair, in his mind and in his soul, if that were possible. “ not intentional. “ he mumbles, closing the inches of distance between them. the silence was deafening around them but his gaze stays on her as if she’d disappear if he let her out of his sight. not gonna happen. -( he wants nothing more than to wrap his arms around her and hold her, humming a soft tune of LOVE, but he stays there. ) “ sorry i kept you waiting. that wasn’t my intention, amour. blame them. “ gideon told her, beginning to curse in his native tongue - french. it irritated the staff when they couldn’t understand him but it made him -( giggle ) maniacally. gideon doesn’t stop until he remembers she’s there. “ how long has it been? i dreamt you could fly. you had wings that ICARUS would be jealous of. magnificent and majestically perfect.  but you smelled different. like wet, sticky rain. “

fear is WHAT lives inside of us. because when it comes down to it, the inhumans are just as human as everyone else. just one extra gene. because that’s IT. they’re hunted because of a genetic anomaly. none of then asked to be INHUMAN. ( gideon didn’t ask to kill his father just as she didn’t ask to be stolen ). ‘ i know, i know. ’ her fingertips press to his scalp, soft tugs to him. THEY’RE the scary ones. everyone in the school knows them by name. who skirt around them and whisper their names in fear. ( she knows differently ). that he holds her so carefully as not to hurt her and there isn’t a single thing she wouldn’t do to protect him. even dying. there’s STILL faint sounds of students being directed away from them and maybe she’s PROUD that they cause so much fear that they have PEACE. ‘ you owe me. you wasted my time and i’ll waste yours later. ’ she won’t actually. it’s an EMPTY THREAT and he knows it. she’d never hurt him -- not badly. a chair or a table, sometimes. he’s FAMILIAR, a sunshine. gossamer skin and pert lips, her hair twisted back into a soft braid. ‘ i’m not JET. i have no wings. ’ he’s always strange when he’s coming out it it. ALMOST like he doesn’t make sense but they’re the same person and she’ll always know. ‘ days. i waited for you. i’ll ALWAYS wait for you, gideon. you’re mine. my person, my friend. ’ 

    the pitter patter of terrified students around him seemed to exist when he saw those mary jane’s SHE wore, it was like there weren’t even any other students in the hallway. his heart swelled with happiness. soft is not a word that someone would ever use to describe gideon barley. he’s quite the opposite actually. in a constant state of looking like one knock would allow ( death itself ) to claim him, gideon was angry and DESTRUCTIVE. one could argue that gideon never received kindness in his life and he’d probably agree. they didn’t know. they only know him as the kid they picked up trying to cross back into canada and fried a few guys in the process. gideon terrified them. it seemed as if he danced with the darkness inside, accepting it the way you would a piece of mail from the guy who brought it. but he had his moments -( always with her ). “ daisy. “ his breath is slightly uneven, the only hint of mixed emotion in him that revealed he couldn’t tell if this were a dream. “ i feel like shit and the floor tastes like ash. “ he whined for a moment the way an injured animal would. just for a moment. just in front of her. he never believed in love and in soulmates. until he met her. he’d probably never mention such a thing in this so called ‘ school ‘ for inhuman freaks though. it was easier to punish him if they knew he had something to lose. and he did. they already kind of knew that. “ miss me? “ gideon asked, his cheek resting on the floor to allow him to look at her. “ staff at five o’clock, condemning this part of the hallway. “

she calls him SOFT. there isn’t a single other person in the WORLD that would call him soft. but he’s soft to her, he’s kind to her. he’s HERS.  her best friend, her soulmate. HERS. and there isn’t a single thing in this world she wouldn’t do for HIM. ( she knows how it feels, to be DRUGGED up ). she leans to him, fingers KNOTTING into his hair. she’s just a girl with no past and nothing but a FAKE name. with powers she didn’t understand and NOTHING else. no lingering memories of the past - just here. ALL she’d ever known was this school. until HE came along. ( without him, she was HALF a person ). at the sound of her name, she hums slightly - focuses on him. freckled flesh pressed to marble flooring and she laughs to herself. ‘ don’t lick the floor then, dumbass. ’ it’s with ALL kindness she says that and he knows it. both of them are COVERED in scars but her love for him runs deeper then any mark ever could. hell is a place and SOMETIMES she thinks that this PLACE is hell. sometimes she thinks that this is heaven. ( a technical safe place from the people who HUNTED them ). you couldn’t define safety with LINES and walls. somewhere, she burns. this PLACE will burn at HIS hands and crumble at hers. they’re destruction at its finest. ‘ always. you know i can’t live without you. ’

“ daaaaaaaaaaaaaisy. “ gideon called out, not even noticing that other students were moving away from him. some appeared to want to help him up off the floor where he was slugging along but since he had nearly killed a staff member just three days before, they avoided him like the plague. after the sedative finally wore off, he tried to climb out of the hard as a brick bed he was given but he fell face first smack on the floor. between the dark circles under his eyes and the bruises forming on his face, he looked like actual HELL. as he went along he couldn’t tell if he were waking up or falling back asleep. he lifted his chin off the floor and called out her name once again. “ daaaaaaaaaaaaaaisy. “ 

it was strange. for the past THREE days, she had been separated from her other half. from gideon barley ( who, if soulmates were such a thing -- she was sure that he was hers ). as pre-normal, she was hidden away. no PRYING eyes to look at her corrupt skin and no sunlight to BURN at her. soft cotton lined her fingers, careful to barely GRACE the book of picatrix. footsteps echo -- as if something happened. eyes flutter to her wrist watch, turning wide as she realized WHAT was happening. ( her book closed, placed CAREFULLY back into its place ). neat mary-jane shoes scurrying down the STAIR-WELL, more then a dozen students RUSHING from the hallway before her. when they see HER, many move. jump around her and avoid the limber girl. ‘ giiiiiiiideon. ’ ( him, her OTHER HALF ). pine green eyes touching over his body, stepping towards him. ‘ you interrupted my reading. ’ it’s not the voice she uses when she’s actually MAD at him but she slumps, sinking against the wall. ‘ how are you feeling? ’