She'd just run from him, and he was tempted to follow, but when she started throwing clothes into a bag Dante rushed after her. "Peyton, Peyton, what can't you do?" he asked, following her into the bedroom and standing beside her. What was happening to her. "Stop it Peyton, you don't get it!" he...
Dante hummed and watched Peyton's face become still and masklike. After a moment, he sighed and left the kitchen to sit beside her. She looked more than wispy, she looked close to breaking.
"You know I'm not upset or anything, right? I don't mind. In fact, I think you're just fine," Dante...
She was probably embarrassed, he thought, and Dante nodded, heading back to the kitchen to clean up. First he picked glass and plucked shards from the surface of her blood pool, throwing them into the recycling bin quickly. Then, he found a scrubby brush and bleach, making his tiles white again...
Dante felt warmth when she held him, because holding somebody is letting them closer than anybody else is allowed. Holding her, scooping up her legs and resting them on his lap, they sat in the kitchen and Dante rested his cheek on her warm red hair. "Don't scare me like that again, okay? You...
She muttered his name and broke the silence of his fears, and she looked to him with scared eyes. They both knew she had been close to death, if she'd drowned in her own blood...Dante bowed his head and sighed, sniffling away the tears. "Don't...do that to me any more. You have to keep up on...
Dante came home with heavy bags of good pasta and sauce, vegetables and a grin on his face. "Peyton, you here?" Dante didn't hear a sound, and the key was on the counter. He passed the kitchen a glow of white a red catching his eye. "Jesus!" Dante swore, dropping the bags and crossing quickly to...
"I love spaghetti. I'll be sure to pick up some. I have to grocery shop for me and you now, so I'll be gone maybe an hour max, okay? I also have to swing by the post office for my check, shop, and then I'll come home. Please be careful, don't hurt yourself kiddo," he smirked, waving goodbye as...
As a home, an apartment to a person who lives along the way Peyton does is a sanctuary, so Dante nodded and left it open...mostly. "Alright, well if you need any help moving anything or clothes, call me. Here," Dante said, fishing out a twenty. "Call a cab from the phone in the kitchen and I'll...
Her face was shining example of purity, selflessness and charity. Dante took her tiny wrist and brought them down. "Peyton I am not only much bigger, but much more stubborn than you," he reminded her with a smile. "I will sleep where I wish, and if I want to I will sleep on the Murphy. Besides...
Stepping from the cab, Peyton had the distinct aura of a dancer or a ray of light. She saw his apartment and didn't seem disgusted, because it was now also hers. Dante had no shame linking arms with her and leading her across the street and up the stairs to her new home.
Inside was a plain...
"It's taken many years," Ezra sighed, smiling at her ship. "After modifications and before sensible placing of the weight evenly, I have to get permits and a whole bunch of malarky I don't need to fly this thing. I'm just thrilled I have the automated system now, so I don't need an assembly line...
Smiling at the remark about horses with greens and reds, Ezra settled into her seat beside Trisha and the Count who was blabbering on, and she interjected with a grin. "Because, Miss Eastwind, it is my firm belief that green and red are complimentary to gold." Gold was the signal of Haldoun, the...
Dante almost laughed. She was so sweet. He could feel his heart starting to pick up the longer she talked. It was intoxication, addiction, adrenaline all in one when she sat next to him. Peyton said she didn't pity such a beautiful person, but she asked for reassurance she'd not be pitied. Dante...
AW MY GAWD PEYTON DO YOU HATE ME.
I HATE ME.
I SORRY.
I HAVE BEEN AWAY DUE TO GROUNDING I SORRY I LOVE YOU
*hangs self, which, coincidently, CAN be screwed up.
I will reply now....Dante lead Peyton to the taxi and didn't say a word as she slipped in beside him, sitting comfortably...
Captain Ezra nodded delicately, looking into the surface of the wood of her neat study desk. "Man made, but not man created, that is for sure. We have to find out exactly how this is even possible--where it came form and what to do with it," Ezra said, standing and clasping her hands behind her...
Dante smiled at her, and suddenly he remembered what he'd just said, Kiddo. Something Blake did, he knew, and it irked him but Dante quelled it. No, you can't steal my moment. Dante laughed to himself, so blissful. When Peyton said she'd put a payment on a book store, Dante smiled. "Yeah? A book...