“If it means losing you, then no”
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Summary: nothing good ever lasted long. the love between two headstrong ambitious people wasn't an exception either.
Warnings: mature language, mentions of sex
Word count: 1,200+
It felt like a distant dream, a terrifying nightmare with no escape, one she couldn't wake up from. She wanted to wake up, to get out of this place, run far away into the wild. A bitter scoff left her lips as she stared into the cracklings of the fire keeping her warm, there was no escaping this world and there was certainly no running away from the real world.
The quiet sound she unconsciously made caught the attention of the lounging man next to her, his dark onyx eyes gazed at the beauty he once called his. The woman he stupidly started to lose over the years, now sitting beside him so comfortably that it all felt like a pipe dream to him.
He oh so badly wanted to be himself, cocksure and infuriatingly arrogant, but the shouting voice in his head reminded the idiot that; that was the whole fucking reason she left him alone. Although now that he thought about it clearer they never claimed to be an item. They couldn't take the chance of the news ruining their lives however dramatic that might sound, it was true.
Crickets chirping in the dark desert, the moon brightening up the night sky and the burning fire casting a magnificent halo on the brunette's focused features that made her seem more angelic. And if Logan didn't know any better he would've thought she was an angel sent from heaven to guide him away from his path of self destruction, but the woman was anything but a paragon of virtue.
In the four years he'd known her he came to understand a few things about the reporter that not many people knew. First would be her fake identity -he had to give her some credits though from changing her appearance she took to adapting a slight British accent as well- the second being her confidence that seemed to be oozing out of every inch of her. And he couldn't deny the brilliance of her, despite her career doing more damage to his own alongside his reputation the woman was a mighty reporter.
The third thing he noticed -something he should've realized a lot sooner- was her familial lineage. That part blew his mind, she had the perfect opportunity to become something much more than a mere reporter, in fact he knew she would make a hell of a businesswoman.
She we'reas brilliant enough to rival him, he supposed that would always be their fate if he believed in that. But it was more of a feeling really than destiny, the opposition their dynamic felt to him, and once she'd told him she didn't have any personal vendetta against him on their first and only date. His response was one of bitterness, 'well the night's still young beautiful, plenty of time for that to change' and at that time he meant to humor her nonchalance but he had no idea it would come to this.
A longing melancholic expression took over his handsome features the longer he gazed at her divine face, her delicate cheekbones that could cut through any situation, her mesmerizing eyes that was a pool of whiskey he could drown in, her usually short straight hair now styled into a western updo with wild curls hanging over her face. And her lips, oh those succulent lips he could just devour all the fucking time... and the idiot he was he robbed himself of that delicious advantage.
If she did notice his lingering eyes -he knew she did- she said nothing, she did nothing. She only sat under his intense gaze somehow at peace, he could see it; the solace swarming in her enchanting auburn eyes. Thinking he might be staring too long for her comfort he very reluctantly broke away his eyes from analyzing every inch of her face.
"You know if you're cold, I could warm you up." And he masterfully ruined it, he fucked it up with his whole damned personality. The eye roll was too big to miss, she shot the cocky man a bemused glare.
"I don't think you can catch a cold in the park, but I'll be sure to pass the offer along to one of your whores. They seem to need it more than I do." It was obviously petty and they both could see it clearly but she wanted to strike a nerve in him, anything to get a reaction really. "But then again they're programmed to feed your hollow ego aren't they?"
The tiny muscles in his brow twitched uncomfortably, a sour feeling spread inside him one he didn't like at all. Usually he was the one enraging women not the other way around however being the narcissistic prick he was he refused to give into her traps and cruel words. "Ooh, you're feisty when you're jealous! It's kinda hot." He smirked mischievously watching the controlled temper she hid beneath layers of sarcasm and sass, come to life. "Turns me on."
Letty forced herself to push past the arousal and resentment she was experiencing and maintained her calm composure. She let herself copy his cool manner and lean her body forward towards his, she saw the excitement glinting in his dark eyes, oh she was going to have her fun with him.
Her head tilting towards his half exposed neck and let her hit breath hit his skin, she hovered above the edge of his sharp jaw close to his ears. "You've always reeked of them. Did you know that? Cheap perfume and desperation, not an attractive combination." She mused dully going back to her previous position. It was a jab and he saw it coming, not just to his scandalous adventures on Westworld but his previous liaisons.
A disappointed groan escaped his pink lips as he rolled his neck to try and perhaps clear his foggy mind. "You never complained before." Now the playfulness albeit was still present she could clearly detect the slight irritation mixed with frustration in his smooth voice.
A cold scoff sounded in the unbearable silence. "Just because somety I'm too horny doesn't mean I'm stupid." He detected something in her eyes and tone, he only studied her as she continued. "I didn't say anything because I knew I could wipe that smell away, because I took some comfort in the fact that you came to me." He oh so forlornly wanted to lock eyes with her, to be lost in the whiskey sea and let the chocolate waves take him to the auburn ocean. "What, did you think I was gonna be that basic woman and fall for your charms?" It was exactly what happened to her! What she allowed to happen to her. But Letty Reeves would be damned if Logan Delos would ever find that out. "If you really think I never minded that you used me to get off your high after letting other whores use you up and all I got was the left over, then you really don't know women at all Logan."
He was never speechless, he always had a comeback, he always had to be the one to have the last word and now here he was staring at the only person in the entire world who could put him in his place and he would let her.
And despite the seemingly endless gap between their bodies he knew, deep down the two were connected in more ways than one. Neither wanted to admit it, he was too proud to accept it and she was too stubborn to see it. Their never acknowledged feelings could be their very own downfall.
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Woah friending people on ovenbreak :o
Turns out getting highlighter on your tongue isn't too bad.
(The lip colour was made using highlighter)
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Aliah’s hands feel around the top of my head to my face to my pained shoulder—I yelp—and around to my uninjured arm, which she lops over her shoulders, and pulls me up to my feet. I gasp, feeling the swelling in my ankle knot up and stick like a lump on my foot.
“Sorry,” she says. Her arms shift as she shuffles my arm onto Russell’s shoulders. I feel him tremble. Shake. He’s just as scared as any other regular person. How could I have thought he betray us?
“Russell take her and hold onto my shoulder," Aliah instructs, "We’ll walk past that machine.”
“Okay…” Russell wheezes. He keeps one hand on my arm and he reaches out, placing his other hand on Aliah.
We start to walk. Slow and painful. I grunt and wince with each lumbering limp and Russell drags me more than I walk on my own, though not either of our faults.
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So, all the bugs that I mentioned (that I can replicate!) have been quashed. Dash direction is properly set in relation to the movement reference, left and right are not mirrored in animation, and one that I hadn’t mentioned as I made note of it later, (well, more of an oversight rather than a bug) is that you can no-longer try to start a dash, while starting a dash, which might have been the initial cause of the perma-dash-end state that I couldn’t replicate anyways!
Next, dash attacks, and fixing some enemy behavior that has been broken (enemies are for some reason able to enter my collision a lot of the time, and they are just confused about distance in general). And then I’ll show some more things off!
WIP of an animation I'm working on for halloween! I hope I can finish it in time! Can you guess what the references are from?
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