tempusfrangit | (no subject)

>.>

<.<

Stephen and Del? :D? ANYWHERE, ANYTIME. ;P

You said Del and I was listening to Lady Antebelum so this is rather depressing.
---
She sat watching the sun set by the waterfall, feet dangling into the pool before her and concentrating on something that Stephen couldn't see. He touched her shoulder, looking nervous at her before he paused as if preparing to run. Except he doesn't, he sat down with her instead.

Straightening his tie, he coughed awkwardly as he rolled his trousers up to his knees and slid his legs into the water beside her. She watched fascinated at the exposure of his skin, the way he held himself proud and frightened and nervous. Timid and brave all at once. She was confused, Stephen was even more confused than she was.

"Stephen?" She asked tilting her head at him. He touched her face and made her look at him.

"Your eyes are blue like the American Flag," He said and she laughs as he flusters and tries to backpeddle out of his compliment.

"Yes, yes they are." Delight replied, wiping the tears from her eyes. "I miss her."

"Me too," Stephen replied in a small voice as Delight reached for his hand and held it.

"Oh, oh Stephen." Delight said kissing him softly. For a moment he was all hers, the way her body felt against his relaxed and composed when she should be trying to push her hands between them and trying to climb onto his lap and doing a hundred things that he hated. His hand tightened on hers before he pulled away. "I'm sorry."

"Can you bring her back?" And she looks at him. He never thought her powerful or beautiful but the way she looks at him, he knows she could bring them all down if she wanted to. She was the destroyer of worlds- she was Hope, she was Order and she was Happiness.

"No, no I don't think so." And she pulled her hand out of his.

"I hate you," Stephen said, hating the way she smiled back at him.

"I know." Delight said. "But you had your chance. Tick tock Stephen, tick tock and you ran out of clock. Too late. I'm in charge now, aren't you happy?"

He wasn't. He wasn't happy even though she was sane and beautiful and normal. She was everything he had thought he wanted but she wasn't who he wanted at all. He wanted Delirium, he wanted chaos and her madness and he just wanted her. Not the Woman that she had Become.

kjdhfkjsfklj well damn. that is kind of TRAGIC, isn't it. D:

..also super awesome and well done and aaaahhhh but yeah. /sniffle

I'll write you Brittany and Santana or something cheerier in a bit. AND PUT ON SOMETHING THAT IS NOT DEPRESSING.

awwww <3

..hopefully I WILL SEE IT, since I am still not getting notifs. >.>

Jacob and Bella...cliff diving
Magnus and Tesla...dancing

Need You Now
She has to be sure. He was getting further away from her or maybe she was getting further away from him. She needed clarity, she needed her best friend and she needed- she needed this. The water was loud, crashing beneath her feet and she could feel the power of it and the cold spray against her cheeks.

She paused, closing her eyes before she took a breath and leaped. The exhilaration soars through her body and for a moment she is flying but then she is falling. The water catches her, wraps her up in its embrace and drags her down. The water is hard and cold and demanding like him.

She gasps as she pulls herself up to the surface, coughing before another wave drags her down again. It wasn't the fall that killed her, it was the water and her own stupidity. There was her damn clairty. She was going to die, she was going to die and Jake- Jake- it was her fault.

She could see them now, Edward and Jake. Edward was coming for her. Oh, Edward. Bella closed her eyes, drifting as hot hands, hotter than the sun, grasped her shoulders and pulled her up and out of the water.

"Bella!" His voice is rough, pulling at her soul as he lifts her out of the water. Coughing she reaches for him, cold hands sliding over hot bare skin. He holds her, anchoring her as the waves crash over and around them. "Be okay, please be okay. Just breathe. Bella just breathe."

He looks so young. Water drops framing his eyes, hanging onto his eyelashes and he just looks so damn young. Heartbroken. She did that to him, what had she done? Oh hell what had she done to them both?

"What the hell were you thinking Bella? You could have killed yourself! Wait, you weren't Bella-"

"I don't want to die Jake," Bella said, pressing her lips together as she looked down from his gaze. He was staring at her, she hated that it made her feel so self conscious but she knew who she was now. She knew what she was and maybe that was enough for him and if it wasn't well, it was enough for her. "I want to live."

Leaning up on her tip toes she slid her hand through his short hair and pulled hard. She sighed as his lips pressed against hers, the heat of his skin burning her and making her tremble. She felt him stiffen for a moment before he wrapped his arms around her, a twitch of a smile at the corner of his lips as he kissed her back.

She wanted to live. Not for him, not for Edward, not for anyone but herself. She wanted to live.