Micah Carrington: Micah arrives at the
appointed bench, a white take-out bag in hand. He's dressed for the slight chill
in the air with a soft, black sweater over his low slung jeans and his well
polished combat boots. He sits down, curling one leg beneath him. His right knee
jumps nervously as he waits.
Sasha: She half-runs, half-jogs her way
out of the subway, moving into the park...she'd be full-on running if she wasn't
out of breath. She's looking good, cleaned up, with her hair brushed out,
dressed in the "Goddess" shirt Micah had bought her and a pair of jeans. The
silver chain gleams around her neck. She tries to walk it slow through the park
toward the bench, but it's more of a power-walk/jog, eyes scanning the area,
scared and full of hope.
Sasha:
d10: Per+Alert: 2,8,2,4,1,9,4,
Micah Carrington: Micah watches
everything, everyone, his eyes darting from face to face, full lips caught
between his teeth. He could swear that his heart was about to pound its way
right out of his chest.
Micah Carrington:
d10: per+alert: 7,4,3,8,
Sasha: She's so frantic, she damn near
misses him, somehow. Just as she reaches close to the bench, though, her heart
leaps into her chest as her eyes lock onto the man. She stops up short, and then
slows her walk, keeping this much of it controlled...not that it's not obvious
she hadn't been running up to this point.
Micah Carrington: There... He stands
slowly and shoves his shaking hands into his pants pockets, tongue flicking over
his lips as he watches her for a long, quiet moment.
Sasha: She comes up, half-stopping about
three feet away, before she just...pushes forward. She throws her arms around
Micah's neck, hugging him tightly. "Jesus, Micah..." She shuts her eyes, tears
of relief coming. She hadn't dared believe it wasn't some kind of cruel joke,
before now.
Micah Carrington: His hands come out of
his pockets and he clings to her, pressing his face against her neck with a
soft, heart-felt sob, his shoulders shaking.
Sasha: "I missed you so much," she
breathes, between soft sobs. She squeezes her arms tighter around him. "I was so
worried..."
Micah Carrington: "Missed you too," he
mumbles, sniffling as he pulls back, his hands sliding up her back and into her
hair. He presses his forehead against hers and stares into her eyes, his own
soft, shiny with the tears that track down his pale cheeks. No pain in his eyes,
none of that anger or hunger that had always been there. Just sadness, regret
and joy.
Sasha: She sighs, deeply, smiling back,
the eyeliner she just applied not long ago already getting ruined...ah, hell, it
was a bit too much anyway. She reaches up and strokes his cheek with her
fingers. "Don't you DO that to me," she says, smiling gloriously through the
tears. "Okay? Fuckin' scared me to death..."
Micah Carrington: "I'm not goin' away
again, Bea," he murmurs, kissing her once, softly, tenderly, on the lips.
Sasha: She kisses him back, not enough
restraint to properly match his softness. The desperation and panicking need to
touch him, kiss him, make sure he's real and not some kind of hallucination is
there and strong. "Good," she murmurs against his lips. "Don't ever go away,
baby. Please, don't."
Micah Carrington: His lips tremble against
hers and he sighs shakily, pulling back to give her eskimo kisses with his nose.
Rather lamely he says, "i brought breakfast."
Sasha: She laughs at that, leaning against
him...it's a very honest, joyful laugh. "Really? What'd you bring?" She pulls
back to wipe at her eyes.
Micah Carrington: His hands slide from her
hair and shift to settle on her hips, not letting her pull too far away. His
eyes search her face, studying her almost hungrily. "I don't remember."
Sasha: She chuckles, and gives a little
shrug. "Ahh, well. Whatever it is, it'll be fine. Everything will." She sighs,
deeply, and leans into him, her head coming down to rest on his shoulder.
Micah Carrington: He hugs her again,
tightly, stroking his fingers through her hair. "So, um...I was thinking maybe
we could get a paper. Go apartment hunting," he murmurs. "Maybe go ring
shopping."
Sasha: Her breath catches, and she nods a
little at that. "I, uh...might have a job," she says, lips pursing. "by the
way."
Micah Carrington: "Yeah?" He pulls back,
smiling softly, adoringly. "That's good. I don't right now but I may be getting
one at the Concerto."
Sasha: "Lexi's trying to set me up with
something," she says. "She said if she can't get it done through her manager,
'cause of my past, she'd hire me on herself."
Micah Carrington: "And who is Lexi and
what does she do?" He steps back towards the bench, not letting go of her as he
sits, only letting his arms slide down to rest around her thighs.
Sasha: "Alexia Rottersham. She's the lead
singer for Luna's Fool. Darker stuff...really good. You should hear her." She
nods. "Good people, too."
Micah Carrington: He just arches a brow at
that and chuckles, pressing his forehead to her abdomen and rubbing back and
forth. "Yeah...I'd like to meet her too. Sometime." He sighs. "Gaia, I missed
you."
Sasha: "I missed you too, Micah." She
looks down at him, sighing, before she looks around. "I...haven't stayed up to
the house for more then a half-hour at a time for the last couple weeks.
Everything's okay up there, though."
Micah Carrington: "Thanks. I've not been
there at all. I was afraid to go up there. Afraid you wouldn't be there," he
murmurs.
Sasha: She nods. "Well, I wasn't, so it
was a good thing." Finally, need for nicotine hits, and she reaches into her
pocket and pulls her pack out, fishing one out. She moves to take a seat next to
Micah, leaning against him, and offers him the pack. "Baby...what happened?
Exactly, I mean..." She searches the other's face, worried. "Is everything
okay?"
Micah Carrington: "Friend of mine died and
everything fell apart from there," he murmurs, curling his arm over her shoulder
as he takes the pack and shakes one to his lips. "I had a breakdown. Completely
and totally. I went kind of...I was scary and I couldn't risk seeing you...I was
afraid I might hurt you."
Sasha: She nods. "You mean the Trevor guy,
right?" She tilts her head, watching him...she remembered that, and the whole
thing with the kids. "Or was it...another person who died?." Christ, she hopes
not.
Micah Carrington: "Trevor...But I..." He
sighs and leans back. "I did some pretty horrible things that I just would
rather not think about right now, baby. I just got my head put back together."
Sasha: She nods, quieting up. No need to
talk about it now. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to push...we don't have to talk
about it. It doesn't matter...what matters is that you're here." She leans over
and kisses his neck.
Micah Carrington: He smiles softly and
his arm tightens around her shoulders as he takes a deep drag from the cigarette
he barely remembers lighting. "So...Any ideas on that ring," he asks softly.
Sasha: She blushes and shakes her head.
"I...had some ideas, before, but I kinda forgot 'em all." She shrugs a little
bit, taking a drag off her own cigarette.
Micah Carrington: He nods and leans over
to kiss Sasha's cheek softly. "I was thinking a year long engagement...Get
married in the park maybe," he murmurs.
Alexia Rottersham: She moves down the street,
head moving faintly to whatever is coming from her iPod. She's dressed in a
tattered hoodie with patches and pins everywhere, and some tattered jeans.
Alexia Rottersham:
d10: per+alert: 6,7,3,2,4,6,
Sasha: She blinks and looks at Micah. Her
head tilts to the side, quite honestly and heavily surprised by that. "That's a
change from before..."
Micah Carrington: He blushes and ducks his
chin to his chest, lashes veiling his eyes as he struggles, quite visibly, to
find words.
Alexia Rottersham: Oh hey, Sasha!... with a
guy. She blinks through her glasses and smiles anyway, heading towards the pair.
Her barbell clicks lightly against her teeth as she inhales and exhales.
Sasha: She watches him, brow furrowed a
little, and watches him in some confusion. "Baby? What is it?"
Sasha:
d10: Per+Alertness: 6,10,5,10,10,2,4,
Micah Carrington: "I love you," he says
softly, simply as he finally lifts his face towards hers.
Sasha:
d10: Specialty: Paranoid: 8,6,3,
Sasha: ((I'm telling you, people. Sasha =
the new Trevor of Per+Alertness rolls.))
Micah Carrington: ((*snicker* That she does!))
Sasha: "I love you too, baby." She
glances over at the approaching person, noting everything in the park in the
meanwhile, and blinks. Oh. A warm smile to Lexi, and she raises her hand in
greeting to the woman.
Micah Carrington: He smiles beautifully at
Sasha's words and then notes that she's raising her hand. He blinks and glances
towards the approaching woman.
Alexia Rottersham: She lifts a hand back to
Sasha, plucking one of the earbuds out of her ears, and then tucking her hand
back into the hoodie. "Hey you. This the ever elusive boy?"
Micah Carrington: And he just blushes so
pretty. "Hi," he says softly, standing slowly to extend his hand to Alexia.
Alexia Rottersham: "Hey. Alexia." She reaches
out, taking his hand.
Micah Carrington: "Micah," he murmurs,
shaking her hand firmly as he offers her a soft, sheepish smile.
Sasha: She nods, standing up...subtly
making sure to be standing off to the side but in the middle of them. "Lexi,
this is Micah. Micah...Lexi."
Alexia Rottersham: "Nice to meet you." She
quirks a smile at something, and waves her hand again, moving to step back.
"I'll let you guys be."
Micah Carrington: "you don't have to go,"
he says, stepping back, curling his arm lightly around Sasha's waist.
Sasha: "Stay, Lexi," she says, reaching
out to the woman as she leans against Micah. "C'mon...please?" She looks at
Alexia, smiling a little.
Alexia Rottersham: She chuckles, winking, and
placing the earbud back in her ear. "I got things I gotta do. Manager is on my
ass. And I'm sure you two need to catch up and all."
Micah Carrington: "Yeah. Stay. Don't make
me turn on the cute."
Alexia Rottersham: She laughs, pointing a
finger at Micah and tugging the headphone out again. "Hate to break it to you,
but I don't go for... cute."
Micah Carrington: He glances at Sasha, his
expression apologetic. "I tried, baby."
Sasha: She smiles to Micah, then looks
over to the other woman. "C'mon, Lexi." She smiles, a little pleading. "You
could use a day out. Just relax...chill out, y'know?"
Alexia Rottersham: "Technically, been doin'
that." If you ignored the fact she'd only left the house twice since the Jersey
incident. But she doesn't leave. She pulls out the other earbud, and tucks the
iPod away with a quirked little smile. "But what the hell."
Micah Carrington: "Cool." He grins then
and kisses Sasha's neck softly before stepping away to strip the cherry from his
cigarette and toss the butt into the nearest trash can.
Sasha: She beams. Her two favorite people,
and she gets to spend the day with them. "Awesome..."
Alexia Rottersham: Hands get tucked back into
the hoody, though one comes out to right an earring, and then disappears. She
raises an eyebrow. "Now what? And you know, you're tempting the paparazzi. You
might end up in the tabloids."
Micah Carrington: He frowns just slightly
at that, his expression going thoughtful.
Sasha: She shrugs with a chuckle. "Baah...I'm
sure we'd get vut outa the picture anyway."
Micah Carrington: He shakes it off and
grins. "Speak for yourself, Bea, I'm too hot not to get print."
Alexia Rottersham: "No, you'd get put in there
and it be something about a hot threesome with me saying it's kinky sex when I
never really said anything at all and then I get to go harass people with
lawyers which is FUN." She smiles, brightly.
Sasha: She chuckles at that. "Well,
then...can't let you miss out on that fun..."
Micah Carrington: "I'm so doomed," he
mumbles, smiling and shaking his head. "Two against one. So not fair."
Alexia Rottersham: She snorts and rocks on her
heels, having to be in some sort of motion. "What are we doooing?"
Micah Carrington: "I dunno. We could hit
the mall."
Sasha: "Doomed is a good word for it." She
grins to Micah, resting comfortably against him. "Mall works. Hell, whatever
works. I'm good."
Alexia Rottersham: "Oooo. Shopping. I need a
new barbell." She goes cross eyed in an attempt to look at her mouth briefly.
Micah Carrington: "I'm in the mood to
spend money on my girl so.." he grins. "Granted, neither of you have been
shopping with me. Its...a trip."
Alexia Rottersham: "Bah. You know nothing
about me. I fear no shopping trips. I should take you guys thrift store shopping
sometime." She nods sagely. "Band won't go with me."
Micah Carrington: "Yes, well...I like
shopping in women's clothing stores," he says.
Alexia Rottersham: She shrugs, blinking at
him. "So?"
Sasha: She laughs softly at that, taking
the last drag off of her cigarette. "Yeah, I'm guessin' this is gonna be a trip,
then."
Micah Carrington: He grins and turns to
kiss Sasha rather passionately, not pulling away till neither of them can
breath. "If she can deal with my cross dressing antics and you can then lets
go."
Alexia Rottersham: She gives a quirked little
grin, glancing at something as they kiss, and then back when it's done.
Sasha: She falls very easily into the kiss
with a small, happy sound, looking a little dazed when he finally pulls away.
"All right...off we go, then."
Micah Carrington: "Um...As I cannot
remember where my car is, we may need to take the bus."
Alexia Rottersham: "Mmm. Public
transportation..."
Sasha: "Bus works for me." Yeah, right
now, pretty much anything works for her. Cloud Nine, ticket for one.
Micah Carrington: He grins and slings his
arm around Sasha's waist. "Shall we then, ladies?"
Alexia Rottersham: She nods, bouncing on her
heels again.
Sasha: "We shall." She grins a little and
goes to head out with them.
Micah Carrington: ((and do we wish to
continue on or fade here?)_)
Alexia Rottersham: ((I'm good with either...))
Sasha: ((Easy like Wheezy here. Whichever
is good with me. *S*))
Micah Carrington: ((Um...I'm voting for
fade as this isn't flowing real well for me this morning. *blinks*))
Alexia Rottersham: ((Okie dokies))
Micah Carrington: ((sowwy))
Sasha: ((S'all good. *Hugs*))