DON'T [ private ] YOU [ tinkerbell ] DARE

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[justify][size=9pt]i'd learned how to identify wounds and broken bones, but i couldn't fix all of them. i winced as i examined the large bruise that had appeared on his chest. jesus christ, she'd hurt him a f.uckton. i scowled and looked at the wound from all angles, observing the way it was one hundred different shades of purple-yellow-green-blue and every other color in the world. i swallowed and bit my lip, then sat up and looked at him. he was a good-looking guy, but i wasn't going to be distracted by that.
"take a deep breath in, and then breath out. if it hurts, tell me, and if it's difficult to breathe, tell me that too. it does look like you might have broken the bone, but i'm not sure; maybe you've just been bruised pretty badly. but i think you've broken it."

he'd asked how i'd know if it was broken, and i sat on my hands, looking at him with a slight smile.
"well, the first sign is a bruise, and you've got that, pretty bad too. the second thing is that it'll hurt to breathe and you'll breathe shudderingly and shallowly. the third thing is that you'll find it tricky to breathe and you'll have to breathe very slowly and gently. and then the fourth one - i'm going to try to avoid this, cos it'll probably hurt - is that if the bruise is touched, it'll hurt for like three seconds afterwards." i crossed my arms from my chest and took his shirt from his hand, tossing it off to one side. the bruise didn't look nice at all. ouch. i'd never broken a bone, but other people had broken my bones for me. my arm, once, and both of my ankles. [/size][/justify]

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[justify][size=9pt]i nodded, smiling at him. i was glad he'd obliged with my request, and i was glad that it didn't hurt to breathe. maybe his rib wasn't broken; maybe joann had just bruised him!
"yeah, that's good, that means that either it's healed super duper quickly-" i wouldn't be at all surprised if this was true, since clearly there was something up with him and his flipping superpowers or whatever. i found it astonishing that i just went along with this like it was all totally normal, like i wasn't talking to a supernatural being and i wasn't sitting around his house and i wasn't performing a very basic medical check on him. "or that it wasn't broken in the first place." i ran a hand through my hair, smiling. i had forgiven him for nearly killing me, and i hated myself for forgiving him, because it meant that i was weak.

i wondered whether or not i ought test the bruise, and i decided it would be best, because if it did turn out to be broken, he wanted to be a lot more careful with it. i raised my hand and held it in front of his chest, just to make sure he was okay with me touching it.
"is it okay if i touch the bruise? i'll be super gentle, i promise. i don't want to hurt you at all." i smiled at him and tilted my head to one side, biting my bottom lip gently as i held my hand out. my pale skin and tiny hand looked so small next to his enormous green-purple bruise. [/size][/justify]

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[justify][size=9pt]when he agreed to let me touch the bruise, i extended my hand and very, very lightly, so as not to injure him, i touched the bruise. i kept my eyes on his, hoping i wasn't hurting him too much, and moved my hand up a little bit to try to check as much of the bruise as possible. when i was finished, i retracted my hand and smiled at him.
"i hope i didn't hurt you too much." being so close to him was nice; he was cool and i was burning with heat. but it was also slightly awkward, because he was shirtless and i was a female who was actually aware of the attractiveness of those around me. all the same, i edged a little bit closer, because of the coldness he was radiating.

"you're nice and cool... it's way too hot out there," i commented, looking at him with big eyes. "i don't understand why the hell you think you're too cold - you're like a perfect temperature, at least for me." i tucked a strand of hair from the ponytail behind my ear and smiled up at him. he was attractive... he had the type of hair i'd like to ruffle, but i wouldn't. i would have cuddled with him as a wolf, but he'd be way too hot. i swallowed, running my eyes over his face. every now and again my eyes would settle on his lips or his eyes, two important focal points of someone's face.

//OH
OH OH OH
U SEE DIS[/size][/justify]

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[justify][size=9pt]why had he thanked me? i hadn't done anything that warranted being thanked, except maybe press his bruise and make it hurt more than it should have. when he asked if he could put his shirt on, i nodded and leaned to one side to pick it up, turning it the right way out and handing it to him. for a few moments, we sat in silence, me staring at the carpet and then at the wall or the stairs. anywhere but jericho's face, really. finally, i brought up the inevitable. it would have to be said sooner or later, and since he didn't seem to know, i decided i had to tell him.
"jericho, the other night... you crossed the border." i swallowed, looking up at him as i spoke and my eyes meeting his. "i saw it, when you were chasing those three guys. and i heard it too - it was loud and sore and sounded bad. how did you... how did you do it?"

//sorry it's short boo
it's half past midnight
and i'm working on a homework
help xD[/size][/justify]

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[justify][size=9pt]//making a trailer for lord of the flies
with F.UCKING WINDOWS MOVIE MAKER XD

i grabbed jericho's arm to make him pay attention to me, and stared at him with big eyes. he thought i was joking, but i wasn't, i was deadly serious. he had crossed the border, and i wanted to know how he'd done it.
"jericho, the bodies of those men were found at the bottom of the hill. they had died there; their blood was stuck to the ground there, and you killed them. there was no blood trail down the hill - they couldn't have rolled. you crossed the border, you killed the men at the bottom of the hill, and you didn't even realize it? what happened?" he didn't believe me, and i guess after years and years of being stuck in this place, going insane with the loneliness, you'd be reluctant to believe that you'd randomly broken the border. i untied my hair from the ponytail and stared at him with my eyes wide. i ran my tongue over my lips, swallowing. "you saved my life, but you definitely crossed the border."[/size][/justify]

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[justify][size=9pt]//it was traumatizing

he kept huffing out, and then wincing like he was in pain, and i very quietly whispered the words to the fairytale of the 'three little pigs' to myself - "i'll huff and i'll puff and i'll blow your house down." it was so strange to me, how we all automatically knew the words to these fairytales. every child who had grown up reading a book knew a certain set of words. 'a single glass slipper remained on the staircase'. 'before the sun sets on her sixteenth birthday, she will fall into a sleep like death from which she will never awaken'. 'mirror mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?'. 'second star to the right, and straight on til morning'. 'we're all mad here'. 'she did not know that the wolf was a wicked sort of creature, and she was not afraid of him'. 'rapunzel, rapunzel, let down your golden hair'. these were sets of words that from birth, we'd all heard over and over again.

fairytales were f.ucking dark, especially the originals. red riding hood was one of the darkest ones, and so was peter pan, which was a shame, as i liked both of them. i'd sometimes be called red riding hood when i was a kid, because of my shock of bright red hair. i'd learned very young that the french for a young girl losing her virginity translated to 'she has seen the wolf', a phrase that caused many to see sexual undertones in the story of little red riding hood.
"yeah..." i replied eventually, leaning forwards and looking up at him with my lips slightly parted. i sighed and shrugged. "but think how amazing it'd be if you could cross the border... you could see the world in bright color, for a start." i tucked my hair back and looked away, sighing again, then looked back at him and smiled wanly. "oh well." i continued to look at him, biting down on my bottom lip and holding it there, watching him. [/size][/justify]

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[justify][size=9pt]did he want me gone? he seemed to want me gone; he'd asked what i was doing here. frowning, i got to my feet and looked down at him.
"i just came to get my shoes. i'll go." i was a little annoyed, but not very. after all, i'd just shown up here, so it wasn't like i really had a right. besides, if he didn't like me, he didn't have to put up with me being with him. i leaned down and picked up the shoes on the floor, before raising my eyebrows and smiling very slightly at him. the smile was a little empty, like i wasn't really putting very much into it. and i supposed i wasn't really, i was just sort of doing it because it was what i'd been conditioned to do. wasn't that weird? how we were conditioned by society and by social situations all our lives long on how to do certain things, when to do certain things?

"bye," i finally said calmly. i gave him a quick hand-scrunch wave, and then stepped towards the door, pushing it open and stepping out. god, it was cold as f.uck! why was it so cold?! i continued walking down the stairs, slow as not to lose my balance and fall, since the stone would hurt a lot. i made my way across the grounds slowly, picking my way through the frosted grass. i found myself wondering if i had friends. juliet had asked me out, but did she like me or was she just curious about dating another girl? probably just curious, huh. i swallowed and stepped through the grass, hearing it crunch under my feet and sighing deeply. [/size][/justify]

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[justify][size=9pt]i continued walking until i reached the border, and put out my hand. there was nothing there, for me, and my hand didn't meet any resistance at all as i put it through the border. what was it about this thing that stopped jericho from being able to get through it? i had to know. i couldn't just not know; i had to go and talk to him, had to get him to try it again. i turned around and walked back up the grass, wondering if i'd regret this or not. when i reached the stairs, i hesitated and swallowed, and then marched up the stairs very aggressively. i was totally pretending that i was confident enough to walk up the stairs and yell at jericho. i wouldn't yell at him. no. i liked him.

i pushed open the door and sat down next to him, my eyes big. i sighed deeply and ran a hand through my hair.
"okay, i need you to come out, and i need you to try to touch the border. you don't have to try to cross it, but please, i'm begging you. i just really want to know." i pressed my lips together, took a deep breath, and swallowed. i just really wanted him to try it, because if he could cross the border, then i could show him everything. he was lying on his back, which must have been painful. "please?"

//look at her
beg beg beg
she just wants him 2 be with her outside the border ;-;[/size][/justify]

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[justify][size=9pt]he came with me, and i held my breath as he held his hand out to the border. it stopped. i couldn't see the border but i assumed that it was there, and that it was stopping him. i bit my lip hard, and took a step towards the border, crossing it and staring at him from the other side. slowly, i extended my hand to where his was, and touched it to his. i could feel the coolness of his flesh on the palm of my hand, and i leaned slightly forwards. i stepped back across the border and looked at him, biting my lip with sympathetic eyes. god, he must hate to be trapped on this side of the wall, forever here and unable to cross over. i'd get incredibly lonely. i gazed at him and wondered what to do.

"maybe..." i murmured, thoughts running through my mind about how to get him to cross over again. i'd seen it with my own two eyes, seen him cross the border, and there was actual evidence too, so i wasn't wrong. maybe he just hadn't wanted me to die, and so something inside him allowed him to cross over the border? "maybe if i gave you something you wanted on this side, and then led you over to the other?" the sexual undertones of that statement were now becoming apparent to me, but what i'd meant was something more like a f.ucking cookie or something. i glanced over the border, and then looked back at jericho. "would that work...?"[/size][/justify]

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[justify][size=9pt]i listened to him talk, nodding slowly and wondering what i could do. i just wanted him to be able to get across the border, to be able to show him cafes and libraries and movie theaters. i wanted to be able to talk to him via phone, i wanted to show him a world of coffee machines and technology, and most importantly, i wanted him to be able to see color. i loved color so much; i loved painting it and taking photographs of it and learning facts about it and watching it, watching it slowly change from one hue to another through hundreds of tiny pixel changes if it was on a screen, or through the amazing way our world worked. god, color was such a beautiful thing. i swallowed and shrugged my shoulders.

"what do you..." i couldn't finish my sentence. maybe it would hurt him too much, to think about it. in the end, i had to say it, and my voice was fairly quiet. i could see my breath billowing in front of my face in the cold, and then dissipating into thin air. "what do you want the most?" i thought i knew the answer; rosemary. he'd want rosemary back, but he couldn't have her. i wondered why she hadn't become a ghost; was there like, a special criteria for becoming one of the undead? did you have to be a supernatural creature during your lifetime? or maybe you had to do bad things in your lifetime - jericho had that blackness around him, but i noticed that lately it had been fading very slightly. but surely sleeping with someone else and breaking your fiance's heart constitutes bad things? i looked up at him, shivering slightly in the cold weather.[/size][/justify]

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