Weeping Angel A4, Friday After Classes

[vanillajello]

Kate was fighting a losing battle.

Namely, one of trying to stuff all her surprise luggage under her bed. There were just too many. They would never fit. But she just had to try. Not like she wanted them just laying around, when they had labels like Too much responsibility, Pushed around by skeevy guys and Heart bruised by Southern idiot.

And of course, that one fucking luggage set with the label Crazy mother issues.

Eventually though, she just gave up, letting a few of the bags that wouldn't fit just stay in sight. She was just going to flop down on the bed and be thankful that at least she'd been able to push that one black leather bag (which for some reason looked like an old-fashioned doctor's bag, and which had the words That one awful Saturday labelled on it) as far back under the bed as it would go.

Fucking Fandom.

[ooc: Open for cabinmates/visitors! I'll be around for a couple of hours now, and then again later in my evening.]

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[vanillajello]

"It's not that." Though in a way it was. "It's just that I don't like it when people ask me. I mean, I'll tell people if and when I want." She shrugged a shoulderder. "So maybe I just like being told rather than asking."

[therewaslife]

"It's a good reason," he assured her, smiling a bit. "I wasn't accusing, I was just curious. Most people tend to ask. They don't have your sort of patience, I suppose. They want to know and they want to know now especially if there are bits of strangeness here and there."

[vanillajello]

Kate snorted quietly at the mention of patience. She didn't hear that too often. "Yeah, well," she replied, "bits of strangeness are nothing new to me."

[therewaslife]

"Scarlett," he said, deciding to explain one of the easier bags suddenly, "was the name of the girl I knew back when I was in the graveyard. She was my only other friend. Her parents thought I was imaginary because what kind of child would live in a graveyard, right?"

[vanillajello]

"I can see how they'd come to that conclusion," Kate replied with a brief nod, watching him. "Doesn't tend to happen."

[therewaslife]

"Yes, I can too and I didn't mind," Bod said, smiling briefly. "I just liked having a friend. A friend my age, that is. Anyway, she moved away for a few years and I didn't think she'd come back. She did though, when we were both older. And she remembered me. Scarlett was the one who called me a monster. I think I told you that, didn't I? It was her."

[vanillajello]

"Oh. Yeah, I remember, you told me." The day after her own brush with the theme of friends and monsters. In a way it surprised her that she could remember anything said to her around that time.

"And that's why she got her own bag?"

Kate knew there had to be more to it – like why she'd called him a monster – but... That was the easiest question. Open enough.

[therewaslife]

"She was my friend," Bod told her, shaking his head and looking away. "It's not something you want to hear a friend say. Wouldn't you carry something with you?"

[vanillajello]

"Mm." She watched him quietly for a moment, then looked down. "Well, apparently I have enough of a problem with one of Mom's alters that she got her very own little bag."

[therewaslife]

"Oh?" Bod pulled himself out of his own temporary brooding to look back at her. "What sort of problem?"

[vanillajello]

"She doesn't like me," Kate said, looking at him and shrugging vaguely. "Which is fine by me because I don't like her either."

Well, sometimes they got along okay. But apparently not okay enough to not warrant a bag.

"She called me a slut." Kate snorted. "Or, would have, if her vintage manners let her use words like that."

[therewaslife]

"A..." All right, Bod couldn't exactly say the word either but that wasn't because he had vintage manners. "Why did she call you that? That's a rather cruel word."

[vanillajello]

"Mom found something she shouldn't have," Kate said, almost idly. "Anyway, 'graceless ingrate' is what she actually called me."

[therewaslife]

"I'm sorry she called you that," he said, reaching to cup her cheeks and touch her skin. "You're not. She was wrong, you're not. You're more than that. I know it."

[vanillajello]

Kate rolled her eyes, and smirked faintly. "It's no big deal," she said, but couldn't help leaning into that touch just a bit. "I know that too."

[therewaslife]

"Sorry," he said and hated that he could feel a blush coming on at the overreaction. He moved his hands away and looked down, shaking his head. "Sorry, that was an overreaction. On my part, I mean."

[vanillajello]

At that, Kate acted on instinct and leaned in to kiss him.

She didn't really pull away even when, after a moment, she said, "Don't apologize for caring." Her voice just barely loud enough to be heard. "My mom called me a slut and tried to wash my mouth with soap, and it was a fucking awful night. Never apologize for caring."

[therewaslife]

"All right," he promised quietly, leaning up to return that kiss because he kind of needed it right then and there. He kind of needed her and to not feel like a monster and to know who he was.

He pulled back, took in some air and said, "I do care about you. I do. I want you to know that even if you already do. You should hear it again." And he kissed her again because it felt right.

[vanillajello]

Kate thought it felt right, too, so she let the kiss linger. She also shifted a bit, in an effort to get closer, while getting her arms tighter around his shoulders again.

Maybe she needed him too. And this, and hearing him say he cared about her.

Maybe one day she'd even admit it.

[therewaslife]

Bod got one of his hands loose only so he could use it to move a little further back on her bed so she could get closer and they wouldn't be perched precariously on the edge there.

He managed to do that without losing the contact though and felt proud of himself for it. He was going to try and get the kiss to linger as long as he could.

[vanillajello]

At least he had Kate's full cooperation in that particular effort. That had to help. She didn't particularly want to let go of him in any way, right now. In fact, she really just wanted to be wrapped around him, and against him, and kissing him.

Which she pretty much was.

[therewaslife]

And Bod really did like where she was. He liked being that close to her and feeling that she wanted to be close to him as well. He didn't know what made him do it but one of his hands came from around her waist and he flattened his palm against where he'd drawn that heart earlier, where her heart actually was.

He just kept his hand there, pressed down lightly while he leaned up to kiss her.

[vanillajello]

There was... something, about him doing that, something that made Kate feel warm. Something that made her kiss him a little harder, a little more intense.

That one ever-elusive feeling was floating somewhere on the edges of her mind again.

[therewaslife]

Bod could feel the change in her quickly and he responded in kind, meeting her intensity with some of his own, pouring a little bit of his own neediness, something he didn't show too often, into it.

He kept his hand against her heart, fingers pressing down a little more firmly. It wasn't her actual heart, he knew that, but he could keep this one warm, keep it shielded from the outside world for a bit.

[vanillajello]

And she would let him. Wasn't that exactly what she wanted? Needed. Did. Something like that.

She'd just keep kissing him, and stroking his neck, and conveying some of the things she never said through both of those actions. Hoping she did, anyway.