I Think We're Gonna Be Okay (c)

Skittery Obsessed For a buck, I might. Posts: 2,027	I Think We're Gonna Be Okay (c) Dec 21, 2011 21:34:45 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Skittery on Dec 21, 2011 21:34:45 GMT -5 He nodded, somewhat avoiding her gaze. "Yeah, well...it's what you deserve, Mags."

Script Obsessed The Baking Goddess Posts: 3,746	I Think We're Gonna Be Okay (c) Dec 21, 2011 21:37:46 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Script on Dec 21, 2011 21:37:46 GMT -5 She bit her lip, her face falling. "Is--is something wrong?"
	In life, as in art, the beautiful moves in curves.

Skittery Obsessed For a buck, I might. Posts: 2,027	I Think We're Gonna Be Okay (c) Dec 21, 2011 21:40:00 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Skittery on Dec 21, 2011 21:40:00 GMT -5 He sniffed, shaking his head. "Nah," he replied, picking up her wrist and touching the bracelet. "Just...missing my folks is all."

Script Obsessed The Baking Goddess Posts: 3,746	I Think We're Gonna Be Okay (c) Dec 21, 2011 21:45:07 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Script on Dec 21, 2011 21:45:07 GMT -5 "Oh, sweetie..." She wrapped her arms around him, cradling him against her. She kissed him softly. "It's okay...I miss my mom all the time, too..."
	In life, as in art, the beautiful moves in curves.

Skittery Obsessed For a buck, I might. Posts: 2,027	I Think We're Gonna Be Okay (c) Dec 21, 2011 21:46:52 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Skittery on Dec 21, 2011 21:46:52 GMT -5 He brushed some hair away from her face, his hand lingering to cradle her cheek. "Look at us...barely into Christmas Day and already we're becoming depressing."

Script Obsessed The Baking Goddess Posts: 3,746	I Think We're Gonna Be Okay (c) Dec 21, 2011 21:49:57 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Script on Dec 21, 2011 21:49:57 GMT -5 She gave a watery laugh, kissing him again. "Go get your present. It's wrapped in brown paper, in my trunk."
	In life, as in art, the beautiful moves in curves.

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I Think We're Gonna Be Okay (c) Dec 21, 2011 21:59:10 GMT -5

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Post by Skittery on Dec 21, 2011 21:59:10 GMT -5

He raised his eyebrows, feeling a burst of excitement. He rolled off her bed and went to the trunk at the end of her bed, opening it. Rummaging around, he found the package and joined her on the bed again.

Then, like a small child, he opened it eagerly.

Script Obsessed The Baking Goddess Posts: 3,746	I Think We're Gonna Be Okay (c) Dec 21, 2011 22:02:27 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Script on Dec 21, 2011 22:02:27 GMT -5 She sat up, grinning, excited and nervous for his reaction. She'd gotten him a set of oil pastels and drawing pencils, along with a set of new paint brushes and watercolors. She'd saved up for weeks.
	In life, as in art, the beautiful moves in curves.

Skittery Obsessed For a buck, I might. Posts: 2,027	I Think We're Gonna Be Okay (c) Dec 21, 2011 22:17:11 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Skittery on Dec 21, 2011 22:17:11 GMT -5 His eyes bulged and his jaw dropped. He looked up at her, then back down at his gifts. "Are...are you serious?" ((Sorry! I went to go make some tea, and the water took FOR. EVER. to boil!))

Script Obsessed The Baking Goddess Posts: 3,746	I Think We're Gonna Be Okay (c) Dec 21, 2011 22:22:24 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Script on Dec 21, 2011 22:22:24 GMT -5 ((Haha, no problem, I'm catching up on American Horror Story anyway)) She bit her lip. "Do--do ya like them? Are they okay? I didn't really know what you like to work with..."
	In life, as in art, the beautiful moves in curves.

Skittery Obsessed For a buck, I might. Posts: 2,027	I Think We're Gonna Be Okay (c) Dec 21, 2011 22:25:55 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Skittery on Dec 21, 2011 22:25:55 GMT -5 "Mags..." he replied, a bit breathless. "This is amazing. I... Oh my god." He pulled her close, kissing the top of her head. ((I don't know if I could watch that! ...But DYLAN MCDERMOTT. Gahhhh.))

Script Obsessed The Baking Goddess Posts: 3,746	I Think We're Gonna Be Okay (c) Dec 21, 2011 22:27:53 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Script on Dec 21, 2011 22:27:53 GMT -5 ((IT'S SO WEIRD! AND TERRIFYING! But I can't seem to look away )) She smiled clutching the front of his shirt. "You haven't worked on your art enough lately. I--I wanted to encourage you."
	In life, as in art, the beautiful moves in curves.

Skittery Obsessed For a buck, I might. Posts: 2,027	I Think We're Gonna Be Okay (c) Dec 21, 2011 22:36:44 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Skittery on Dec 21, 2011 22:36:44 GMT -5 "Yeah," he began, laughing softly. "Well the only reason for that is because I didn't have any damn resources." He was already thinking of a gazillion paintings he could do. This. Was. Awesome.

Script Obsessed The Baking Goddess Posts: 3,746	I Think We're Gonna Be Okay (c) Dec 21, 2011 22:43:46 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Script on Dec 21, 2011 22:43:46 GMT -5 She smiled. "I--I got you some paper, too. A sketch pad. It's in my trunk, tucked under a sweater." She was hoping he'd draw her something pretty.
	In life, as in art, the beautiful moves in curves.

Skittery Obsessed For a buck, I might. Posts: 2,027	I Think We're Gonna Be Okay (c) Dec 21, 2011 22:47:25 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Skittery on Dec 21, 2011 22:47:25 GMT -5 He raised his eyebrows, his smile widening. "Really?" He scrambled off the bed and, once again, began to rummage through her trunk.