✖ something impossible just happened ;

                                              1.

               She’s Skye: Smart, witty, beautiful, brave & brimming with                    life. She’s gripping his arm tight while her eyes are wide                     & glued to the laptop, precariously balanced on their bent                    legs. Her touch, the instant it occurs is all Fitz knows- he’s                    hyper-aware of the warmth of her skin ( against his it is                    a fire hot  flame )  &  cherishes the way her grip feels                    perfectly firm to him; neither too tight nor loose enough                    to let him go- the plot of the movie that has made Skye                    so eager to touch in the first place, he has forgotten.                     Not that Fitz had been paying it much heed in the first                    place. The better part of an hour already had been                     spent with shoulders pressed together so that the                    pair might share the laptop equally.

                        ❝  I really hate you ❞   

               She utters in a single breath & digs her shoulder against                    his. There’s not a single doubt that she’s joking ( this stems                    from the way her pink lips curl about the words ) nor                    that she’s referring only to his choice in film.

               ❝ You’re just embarrassed that I made you jump earlier ❞

                His comment invokes a pillow to the face & defensive                     words from his movie partner, which leads to a small                     elbow in the ribs courtesy of Fitz, followed by a swift                     blow from a different pillow. They trade hits back & forth                     with way too many laughs burning in their throats & love                     burned into their aggression.

{Text}: Go to bed and stop texting me. This isn’t the intended use of emojis.

“Hey, I read about this super illegal thing and I think we should do it.” 

“GET DOWN FROM THERE BEFORE I HAVE TO COME GET YOU!” 

“Do you think foods have feelings? Maybe that gumball I dropped today was sad I didn’t eat him…”

“No, we can’t buy five hundred pugs.” 

“What do you mean I’m too loud? It’s not like I’m SHOUTING IN YOUR EAR!” 

“If I go down you’re coming with me! This is a mutual effort!” 

“I’m not picking your drunk ass up at three in the morning anymore.” 

“Stop coming into my house to sleep on my couch! Someday you’re going to find the door locked.” 

“Oof, get off! You’re too heavy!” 

“I honestly think you belong in a cell, but again, I guess we’d be cellmates.” 

“Now who the fuck took my skittles? It was you, wasn’t it, you smug little-” 

“Somehow I don’t think the teacher believed our story about the sword wielding elves breaking the window…” 

“BUDDY SYSTEM IS IMPORTANT, YOU MIGHT GET LOST! NOW GIMME YOUR HAND.” 

“I don’t care if you didn’t wanna share, it’s mine now!” 

“YOU ARE A DICK. Also I’m at your door, let me in.” 

“C’mon, smile…I’ll tickle you if I have to!” 

“You’re sad. Don’t lie to me. I see the pouty thing you do.” 

“Do you need me to kill someone for you?” 

Cal–traitorous, unthinking, ungrateful bastard–was here. And these were no nightmares she was having, if Lincoln was to be believed, they were reality. Visions of the future, things that would–or in this case had–come to pass. She knew her power… and already, she was growing to hate it.

Raina shuddered, her whole body aching, her mind spinning around and around these new facts, unable to come to terms with them, or let them go. Cal was here. She could see the future. He was here, and he hadn’t told her. If these weren’t dreams–but how could she be sure? Cal was in Afterlife. He hadn’t bothered to see her. They were finished, really finished, he really didn’t want her anymore. She’d only been having nightmares; were they all true? Was she going to be hunted? Driven away? Locked up? Killed?

She clutched at her head and let out a soft moan, doubling over, pressing into herself, as if she could simply fold over and over and simply blink out of existence. She wished she could.

She didn’t hear the door to the chamber open, or Skye entering the room. She wasn’t even aware that she was there, until the younger woman moved around to face her. Raina could see the familiar pair of shoes, from the small hole between her arms, and immediately, she was bitting her lower lip, trying to stop the flood of tears. But it was no use, so she opted to simply keep her face hidden.

Afterlife was welcoming, and (knock on wood) the people took her in like family. The hopeful yet now overused mantra of ‘it will all be okay in the end’ was trendy here too but each passing day Skye woke up to hearing it it seemed…believable and attainable. All too perfectly it was becoming home and all too perfectly it was bound to fall apart like it always did. –And right on cue she heard this scream.