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itwontstopme | Time to talk
Dec. 17th, 2009 01:54 am[Follows a few days after THIS]
It had been a tough few days in Austin for Taylor, to say the least. She didn't think her or Jason intended for them to just end up in bed together as soon as they reunited, but it had happened, and she wasn't sorry for it. It was the first time in months she felt alive and connected again. That just wasn't something she could regret. But it hadn't made anything easier. In the wake of it, it just seemed that they fell into this realm of not visiting what they needed to; not talking about what needed to be discussed. She knew why, too. They were both terrified of what was going to result in talking.
So, they didn't. They didn't say very much at all, and just spent the time being together. She had asked him if he wanted her to leave, to stay somewhere else, but he hadn't. He wanted her to stay here, and it seemed to be an unspoken agreement that she would just share his bed. That part of things seemed to click like nothing had changed, but there was still tension there. They couldn't go on like this forever.
It hadn't been lost on her how weak and drained he had looked when she first arrived. He had been pale and unshaven, had lost weight since she last saw him. That made sense, too, if what Tim had told her had been true. Jason had mostly been living on a liquid diet and his health had to have suffered on some level because of it. For her, it was easy to just fall right back into taking care of him. She started to make sure he was eating okay and helped him have clean clothing in easy reach. She just couldn't understand how something could feel so comfortable, yet so off-balance all at the same time.
It was now morning, and the rest of the house was quiet. Taylor had been awake for a little while, just lying there lost in her thoughts while Jason slept heavily beside her. She felt it came time to just get up and let him sleep, but when she shifted and rose to get to the edge of the bed, the frame squeaked and disturbed Jason, waking him up. She stifled the urge to curse under her breath as she guiltily looked back at him. "Sorry, QB. Go back to sleep, sweetheart..." she urged in a hushed voice.
It had been a tough few days in Austin for Taylor, to say the least. She didn't think her or Jason intended for them to just end up in bed together as soon as they reunited, but it had happened, and she wasn't sorry for it. It was the first time in months she felt alive and connected again. That just wasn't something she could regret. But it hadn't made anything easier. In the wake of it, it just seemed that they fell into this realm of not visiting what they needed to; not talking about what needed to be discussed. She knew why, too. They were both terrified of what was going to result in talking.
So, they didn't. They didn't say very much at all, and just spent the time being together. She had asked him if he wanted her to leave, to stay somewhere else, but he hadn't. He wanted her to stay here, and it seemed to be an unspoken agreement that she would just share his bed. That part of things seemed to click like nothing had changed, but there was still tension there. They couldn't go on like this forever.
It hadn't been lost on her how weak and drained he had looked when she first arrived. He had been pale and unshaven, had lost weight since she last saw him. That made sense, too, if what Tim had told her had been true. Jason had mostly been living on a liquid diet and his health had to have suffered on some level because of it. For her, it was easy to just fall right back into taking care of him. She started to make sure he was eating okay and helped him have clean clothing in easy reach. She just couldn't understand how something could feel so comfortable, yet so off-balance all at the same time.
It was now morning, and the rest of the house was quiet. Taylor had been awake for a little while, just lying there lost in her thoughts while Jason slept heavily beside her. She felt it came time to just get up and let him sleep, but when she shifted and rose to get to the edge of the bed, the frame squeaked and disturbed Jason, waking him up. She stifled the urge to curse under her breath as she guiltily looked back at him. "Sorry, QB. Go back to sleep, sweetheart..." she urged in a hushed voice.
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musesandlyrics | 4.22. Beck lyrics
Dec. 4th, 2009 06:01 pm4.22. Something always takes the place
Of missing pieces
You can take and put together even though
You know there's something missing
Missing - Beck
Co-written withitwontstopme
[Follows THIS and THIS]
It was a freezing day in Austin, but Jason had hardly noticed. In fact, Jason had hardly done anything that day. It was one of those days where you wake up feeling shit and everything around you feels shit too. You don't feel like being spoken to, and by default, just from the vibes you're sending out, everyone automatically just steers clear. He got out of bed for his morning routine in the bathroom, but after that was done, he was disappearing back into the cave of blankets, all the blinds drawn and the lights out. He didn't bother getting dressed, didn't shave, and didn't even feel hungry. Both Sam and Tyra asked him if he was sick, but he just told them both he wanted to be left alone. They got it. He never had to ask twice when he was in a funk like this, and he appreciated it. He didn't know where Silas was, which suited Jason at that point. He wasn't feeling the least bit sociable that day, even if Tyra's new other half had afforded them all much amusement in the short time he had been in Texas. Everything from supplying extremely good weed to wanting a shot in Jason's chair and ending up mincemeat against the wall complete with a broken arm. Jason had laughed more this past week than he had in months, but now he had come to a crashing halt. Everything felt so compounded today; the fact he was cripple and couldn't walk, that he lost his football career, that he let Tim and Lyla fuck him around, that his job prospects were in the toilet, that he let himself get taken for a ride by Erin, that he let himself get close to Noah, that he lost Mac and their baby, and couldn't be enough to have protected them from getting hurt. All in all, that day, he was just a big half-paralysed ball of misery but at least he was containing it to himself, right?
( What he did know was that he was home alone... )
Tim istexas33forever, and his part in this prompt is written by his mun. All other muses referenced with permission.
Word Count | 2,718
Of missing pieces
You can take and put together even though
You know there's something missing
Missing - Beck
Co-written with
itwontstopme[Follows THIS and THIS]
It was a freezing day in Austin, but Jason had hardly noticed. In fact, Jason had hardly done anything that day. It was one of those days where you wake up feeling shit and everything around you feels shit too. You don't feel like being spoken to, and by default, just from the vibes you're sending out, everyone automatically just steers clear. He got out of bed for his morning routine in the bathroom, but after that was done, he was disappearing back into the cave of blankets, all the blinds drawn and the lights out. He didn't bother getting dressed, didn't shave, and didn't even feel hungry. Both Sam and Tyra asked him if he was sick, but he just told them both he wanted to be left alone. They got it. He never had to ask twice when he was in a funk like this, and he appreciated it. He didn't know where Silas was, which suited Jason at that point. He wasn't feeling the least bit sociable that day, even if Tyra's new other half had afforded them all much amusement in the short time he had been in Texas. Everything from supplying extremely good weed to wanting a shot in Jason's chair and ending up mincemeat against the wall complete with a broken arm. Jason had laughed more this past week than he had in months, but now he had come to a crashing halt. Everything felt so compounded today; the fact he was cripple and couldn't walk, that he lost his football career, that he let Tim and Lyla fuck him around, that his job prospects were in the toilet, that he let himself get taken for a ride by Erin, that he let himself get close to Noah, that he lost Mac and their baby, and couldn't be enough to have protected them from getting hurt. All in all, that day, he was just a big half-paralysed ball of misery but at least he was containing it to himself, right?
( What he did know was that he was home alone... )
Tim is
texas33forever, and his part in this prompt is written by his mun. All other muses referenced with permission.Word Count | 2,718
musesandlyrics | 4.7. Tupac quote
Dec. 4th, 2009 05:58 pm4.7. "You can spent minutes, hours, days, weeks or even months overanalyzing a situation; trying to put the pieces together, justifying what could've, would've happened... or you can just leave the pieces on the floor and move the fuck on."
Tupac
Co-written withtexas33forever
Taylor sighed and rubbed a hand over her face as she stood in front of the cells. He other hand was on her hip as she slowly shook her head with a small groan and soon went up to the bars to look tiredly at the cell occupant. "Ya' ain't so smart, ya' know that?" she offered, her fingers curling around one of the bars. "This is my last day, and I'm only here as a favour."
( Tim Riggins was smirking and gave a small shrug from where he was lounging on the cot in the corner of the room... )
Word Count | 1,179
Tupac
Co-written with
texas33foreverTaylor sighed and rubbed a hand over her face as she stood in front of the cells. He other hand was on her hip as she slowly shook her head with a small groan and soon went up to the bars to look tiredly at the cell occupant. "Ya' ain't so smart, ya' know that?" she offered, her fingers curling around one of the bars. "This is my last day, and I'm only here as a favour."
( Tim Riggins was smirking and gave a small shrug from where he was lounging on the cot in the corner of the room... )
Word Count | 1,179
