[ she is definitely up for kissing him if that's actually allowed in here. but at the same time, she can't help but feel shy.
after raleigh had sat her down one afternoon to say babe, i have an idea about dealing with the blanks in your head she'd actually done a bit of research on the way brains worked and how people could read them. how activity here meant infatuation ( and also hints of obsessive-compulsive disorder, who knew? ) and while all the jargon had made her head ache, she gets enough of the gist to understand a fraction of how it all works.
she's trying to shrug off the embarrassment when the drift shifts and she starts seeing that same memory from his point of view. it actually makes her pause, because she looks exactly like herself but also a whole world different through his eyes.
( she distinctly remembers agonizing over how unsophisticated her choice of eye-shadow had looked a purple cardigan with pink piping, naomi? really? and thank god, i got rid of that scarf geek palettes for the win, but never am i using that again, not if i am trying to impress people. )
she looks... perfect ( raleigh, stop ) like there's something in her smile and the way she'd bitten her lower lip as she scrawled her number on his palm and how yancy had been watching all of this with a smirk on his face before he shook his head and told raleigh that the had class in the morning.
( i may never wash this hand again and the way her friends had all squealed when they headed out to the parking lot, god, naomi, i am so jealous the older brother was totally scoping you out did you give him your number did you did you did you and the disappointment days later when he didn't call. )
i was such a kid. she thinks, and she remembers what it was like to cry over a stupid boy on her sister's shoulder, the way kara had done her make-up that friday night because the girls wanted to go out and to cheer her up, they were bringing out the big guns but that's your Urban Decay palette, yeah, my sister deserves to be gorgeous, come here, Mimi, let me work my magic on you and everything it led to when yancy becket called her name.
raleigh pulls her back before her memories can pull her across ( the rabbit a tempting thing, because that night changed everything for her ) asks if she wants to try something higher up the difficulty ladder but before she can say a thing the world just changes over and the first thing that catches her attention is the smell of the alleyway, the damp and sharp that one associates to snow. there's a little girl in blue, a lone red shoe bright against the gloom nd the ground shakes and a roar pierces the air.
she doubles over, unexpectedly. each footfall a blunt strike to her middle and her hand falls sharply away from raleigh as she drops to her knees. there's blood on her mouth when she looks up at him babe, i'm scared ( raleigh, you listen to me-- ) and for half a heartbeat the world hazes over before everything goes dark.
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( you are naomi sokolov, yes? we have heard curious things about you. ) please. the unmistakable puncture of the needle on her skin. please, just leave my daughter alone. ( we are curious about the little girl named yancy. you are involved with raleigh becket, yes? ) please, i don't know what you want from us. please, don't hurt my little girl. ]
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after raleigh had sat her down one afternoon to say babe, i have an idea about dealing with the blanks in your head she'd actually done a bit of research on the way brains worked and how people could read them. how activity here meant infatuation ( and also hints of obsessive-compulsive disorder, who knew? ) and while all the jargon had made her head ache, she gets enough of the gist to understand a fraction of how it all works.
she's trying to shrug off the embarrassment when the drift shifts and she starts seeing that same memory from his point of view. it actually makes her pause, because she looks exactly like herself but also a whole world different through his eyes.
( she distinctly remembers agonizing over how unsophisticated her choice of eye-shadow had looked a purple cardigan with pink piping, naomi? really? and thank god, i got rid of that scarf geek palettes for the win, but never am i using that again, not if i am trying to impress people. )
she looks... perfect ( raleigh, stop ) like there's something in her smile and the way she'd bitten her lower lip as she scrawled her number on his palm and how yancy had been watching all of this with a smirk on his face before he shook his head and told raleigh that the had class in the morning.
( i may never wash this hand again and the way her friends had all squealed when they headed out to the parking lot, god, naomi, i am so jealous the older brother was totally scoping you out did you give him your number did you did you did you and the disappointment days later when he didn't call. )
i was such a kid. she thinks, and she remembers what it was like to cry over a stupid boy on her sister's shoulder, the way kara had done her make-up that friday night because the girls wanted to go out and to cheer her up, they were bringing out the big guns but that's your Urban Decay palette, yeah, my sister deserves to be gorgeous, come here, Mimi, let me work my magic on you and everything it led to when yancy becket called her name.
raleigh pulls her back before her memories can pull her across ( the rabbit a tempting thing, because that night changed everything for her ) asks if she wants to try something higher up the difficulty ladder but before she can say a thing the world just changes over and the first thing that catches her attention is the smell of the alleyway, the damp and sharp that one associates to snow. there's a little girl in blue, a lone red shoe bright against the gloom nd the ground shakes and a roar pierces the air.
she doubles over, unexpectedly. each footfall a blunt strike to her middle and her hand falls sharply away from raleigh as she drops to her knees. there's blood on her mouth when she looks up at him babe, i'm scared ( raleigh, you listen to me-- ) and for half a heartbeat the world hazes over before everything goes dark.
---
( you are naomi sokolov, yes? we have heard curious things about you. ) please. the unmistakable puncture of the needle on her skin. please, just leave my daughter alone. ( we are curious about the little girl named yancy. you are involved with raleigh becket, yes? ) please, i don't know what you want from us. please, don't hurt my little girl. ]