peterpaulwisdom:

    “…Was a right mess it was. Loved you anyway.” He knew the spiel of curses and hisses would follow as it always did when he toyed with sensitive topics as such, but really if he couldn’t poke fun he was left to live warily for the next god awful time it happened and the promise he would damn well keep. He knew that look and he knew what was to come, silently counting down in his head before that familiar gut-dropping sensation would follow. It slowly rushed through, like all of your life was being sucked out in one fell swoop with unfamiliar sights whipping past them. Sometimes amazement would settle in over the lack of whiplash but as fingers would subtly link with her own in a hope shed let him out of the ground he held that gaze, one not quite like the other as scorn met his own tainted with amusement. Already messy black hair was worse at this point and he shook his head at her brash reaction “Bloody hell luv! Thought you woulda let that one go by now!”

    “Awwwww…” Although there was an attempt to show his sappy display of love the sort of reaction he wanted it was pained, leaked through a lop sided smile as her attention began to focus somewhere in the distance. Idly would one hand come up from his waist to brush his cheek as she begun moving her line of vision very much past him with a crane of her neck to the side. “Okay but the next train is coming and we have to be on that because it’s the real train…soo…” There’s a pause as she leaned forward expectantly, frown taking hold of her pity, expecting him to know what it was she wanted of him as the sounds of another train on the parallel track consumed her silence. “…off we go!” It was an yell above the noise, but whether he heard it or not was evidently not her problem as she, with firm grip on his hand, took off running.

The noise was deafening and the closer she got the louder it got; while she didn’t have to imagine the noise would be almost unbearable when they phased through the mechanics and into a cart he might have to put the old noggin to work. She thought this, while they were both occupied him with trying to hear and her with phasing, the ideal time to tell him just what it was they were there for: “THERE’S BEEN A MURDER!”

Jan 25 0:18 ( ♥ 22 )