Post by Taylor Kendricks on Jan 10, 2014 9:14:17 GMT -7
tears, falling from my cheek, add to
Taylor was sulking. Of course, if you were to ask her, she would deny it fiercely. She was currently sitting on the beat-up old black vinyl couch in the living room of her apartment, her legs curled up on a cushion beside her, the right one poking out at a slightly odd angle, but she'd found that it relieved the pain the most to rest it like that, and right now, she'd take what she could get. Her ankle was wrapped up in one of those black support socks with the heel open, and on top of that was the pale wood and gauze of a splint. The painkiller that she'd taken had worked for a couple hours, but then either they'd started to wear off or her ankle had gotten more painful. She couldn't put her finger on which option it was for sure, but she didn't need to in order to know that it was something that annoyed her. But since she couldn't take another pill for another two hours, she had exiled herself to the couch to try to distract herself with some television. But there was only so much low-budget horror flicks could do to try to turn her mind from mulling over the sensation twinging up her leg. Though that could have been in part that she had a feeling that she hadn't bandaged her ankle up right and she was putting off the urge to just be done with the whole thing and call Dimitri to fix it. She'd left her phone in her bedroom, which she had hoped would be incentive enough to keep herself from risking leaving her place of exile to retrieve it, and though Felix had given her an odd look when she'd been limping around in the kitchen this morning fetching herself something for breakfast, the canine-like Digimon hadn't said a word. She blamed her old friend back in Holland. She'd called him up a couple weeks ago, and he'd asked her if she'd had the guts to kiss Dimitri yet. And then, when she'd started spluttering indignant corrections, he'd just said that she needed to get her head out of the dirt and realize that she liked him in a way that she didn't even trust the other Danish native - she never allowed anyone else to touch her injuries, and Dimitri was usually patching her up. That was part of why she'd refused to let herself weaken and call him when she'd hurt her ankle running away from that giant Digimon. Usually she'd stand her ground and fight, one of the furthest things from a coward, but she wasn't stupid either, and taking on the enormous bug with Felix would have been suicide. She was taking that stupid fence down once she got better though, it was an eyesore anyway, and since it was rusted, no one would likely miss it either. "You're making a mistake," Felix muttered, the Gazimon breaking the silence to look up from where she'd been sleeping, or so Taylor had thought anyway. "You know that if you just avoid him for long enough, Dimitri will think something's wrong and show up at your apartment." The Tamer snorted. "Yeah right, he'll just assume I'm busy. He's not going to show-" She was cut off by the sound of a knock at her door, and she scowled as her partner got up and moved to help bear some of her weight so that she could hobble around. "Not a word," she growled at the smug expression as she rested one hand on that purple-furred head. She hated being wrong, and she hated being proven wrong by Felix of all things more than anyone else. |  our separate ways a shade of dirt; |
i yearn from you the burning,
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Tags;; Dimitri Nazilevskii
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Lyrics;; "Symmetric Target" by Valshe
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Tags;; Dimitri Nazilevskii
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Taylor's a sucker for Dimi. She just doesn't know it yet. Good thing we have the handy trip and kiss to show her just how much she's wanted to kiss him~ *shot*
Lyrics;; "Symmetric Target" by Valshe
Template by Kuroya.
solidifying, unforgettable memories.
