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Curves (4/9)
Date: 2011-11-01 03:56 pm (UTC)Hours later when the pod began to hiss. His heart began to thump as she heard her first gasp.
"Charon?"
He went to her side expecting her to need something. Instead she grabbed him clutching on to his shoulders and sobbing. "I had to kill them all, he was torturing them."
Charon wasn't an expert on hugging but he felt he should do something more than just stand there. So he lifted her out of the pod and let her clutch at him, he wrapped his arms around her waist and put his head against hers.
"It was all you could do."
Her eyelashes had water drips between them which fell to her cheeks. Charon yet again thinking it was the right thing to do placed his finger on them and took them away.
"Janet ?" a male spoke. Both turned to the new voice and realised the intimacy of their position.
He was the father. He finally got to do the right thing and not be awkward about and he shows up. At that point Charon didn't care how long they had been looking for him, he could come back later.
He dropped her to her feet and she ran to her father.
Charon smirked as he saw how happy she was.
If Charon thought he had been in awkward positions before he had never anticipated this one.
He was helping Janet and her fathers team at the memorial with her father James approached him.
"How long have you and Janet travelled for ?"
"10 months."
"You taught her how to fight ?"
James had seen his daughter take out raiders on the way here and would have been impressed if he hadn't been panicking the whole time.
Charon nodded. Honestly without him she would probably be dead by now, a thought Charon didn't like.
"Are you two involved ?"
"We fight together"
"Oh. I meant romantically."
Charon was not discussing this with her father. So he switched to the only thing he really knew.
"Talk to Janet."
Luckily at that point she appeared and when she was asked the question answered as awkwardly as Charon had.
"Oh my god Dad. You can't just go about asking people that !!"
Charon became amused when he felt her small hands on his back and she practically pushed them both out of the conversation.
When they were both crouched in the small tunnels, well Charon crouched she was slightly bent over. Charon didn't mind, she apologised.
"I'm sorry he asked you that. I know you're not much of a people person so god know how awkward that would have been."
Charon scoffed. "Im not exactly you, I don't have something to say to everyone."
Her laugh echoed along the pipes. " I'm just talented at talking."
Charon paused.
"I'm a you person."
Janet gasped and then smiled. " That's one of the nicest things anyone has ever said to me."
Charon did a bold thing and placed his hand on her cheek. To his surprise she continued to smile and place his hand on top of hers.
"I'm a you person too."
He pecked his lips against hers. Just lightly but lingered.
When he pulled back she stared at him intensely until she was distracted by a humming noise.
Vertibirds.
Curves (5/9)
Date: 2011-11-01 03:59 pm (UTC)She wasnt meant to have a name. It was just going to be smoothskin as it's from Charons view but it got a big awkward referring to she all the time and ironically the captcha for that chapter was Janet, so that worked.
If you asked Charon a year ago if he had a heart he would have said no, but that day he was pretty sure it broke. There was nothing like seeing the person you love break down and you can't do anything about it. There was nothing like knowing you had let them down.
"That contact is to protect me, he is part of me, do something!"
"I can't."
The sheer look of disappointment that followed and the hollow stare she gave him afterwards when they fought Enclave really did break his heart.
He was pretty sure he was fired. He panicked in his head the entire way and in the citadel. He watched her intensely. She hadn't cried yet. She simply nodded at everyone that spoke. She nodded at the scribe who told her about the terminal then left to read the information it had. When she sat down she stopped attempted to read until loud gasp from her and tears began to fall. She hitched and grabbed at her chest.
"Get out." Charon growled to the scribes in the room. All left without a word.
She reached for Charon and he scooped her off the chair and sat on the floor with her. Him against the wall, her against his chest.
She banged her fists against him in sheet frustration and continued to sob.
A scribe approached her asking if she was okay and Charon replied on his behalf by simply cocking his gun. If there was one thing he was good at it was keeping people away.
Re: Curves (5/9)
Date: 2011-11-01 09:59 pm (UTC)Re: Curves (5/9)
Date: 2011-11-01 10:01 pm (UTC)Re: Curves (5/9)
Date: 2011-11-01 11:00 pm (UTC)A!A
Date: 2011-11-02 01:43 am (UTC)Curves (6a/9)
Date: 2011-11-04 11:06 am (UTC)Everyone had changed out of their armour and were now in formal clothes. Butch the latest addition, Charon still liked the dog better, had business wear but had removed the jacket and placed on a t shirt under the suspenders instead of a shirt. Apparently a life in a zip up vaultsuit comes with a hatred of buttons.
Charon had simply taken off his jacket and put on a new top. This was about as formal as he got. Janet was wearing a yellow sun dress and looked radiant.
As he sat at the bar, dancing is not something he does, he watched. She was laughing and dancing well due to vault lessons. Butch span her and then he was comically interrupted by the kid they saved from Grayditch. The height difference was amusing and he smirked at the fact that's how people probably saw them.
It had been 3 months since they kissed but due to the death he didn't push anything further. He continued to stand by her side and protect her but she still demanded that he hold her at night. A thing both of them probably couldnt stop doing now. To wake up and to not be able to not only hear her breathing, but feel it, would be wrong now.
Janet was standing by a pillar now. She had her whiskey in hand and was waving to people that acknowledged her but she was staring at something. He followed her eyes to the bride, Anna.... Angela ? Charon didn't give a shit, and her father dancing. Oh fuck. Charon stood up to distract her and take her away from it but the Android bet him to it.
He glared towards him and sat back down to his drink. An hour past and he still had not see her come back.
"Butch!"
Charon held up his hand to his chest signifying her height but Butch shrugged. He hadn't seen her either.......
He searched for the android and panicked when he was alone.
"Where is she?!" Charon growled.
"I thought she was with you." Harkness' eyes widened." I'll send out a message to find her."
Fuck. Fuck. Anyone could have got her. God knows there was enough people with a bounty on them.
He went back to the room, he searched the hotel and then he went to the Flight Deck. She was watching the memorial and the newly put up force fields. He heard a sob echo, he was going to comfort her but then she took a few steps back and started running.
NO !
Curves (6b/9)
Date: 2011-11-04 11:52 am (UTC)He tackled her moments before she could leap off.
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING ?"
"GET OFF OF ME".
Charon grabbed her wrists and held her to the ground. She tried to fight him off. Tears poured down her face and she smelt of booze.
She was grieving and drunk, not a combination that should go together.
"Look at me." Charon commanded. She wouldn't so he repeated it slower. "Look. At. Me." She eventually did with a huff. "What were you doing?"
"Jumping."
"Why?"
"It hurts so much."
Charon paused and looked at the smoothskin, really looked at her. She was hurting and no 'it will get betters' 'this isn't the way to do it' would make it better. So he took a different route. A selfish route but it had to be done.
"What about me ?"
"What ?"
Her eyes widened.
"If you jumped. You would have died. What about me ?"
She paused. "I - uh."
"You didn't think of that."
"No." More tears began to fall. "I'm sorry."
"You took me from a living hell and showed me happiness. You were just going to jump and let yourself die at your own hands. How would I have felt. Not just as your body guard as your friend. That I couldn't protect you from yourself."
She didnt answer she just continued to look at him with watery eyes.
"I would have followed after you."
"NO ! but you would ..."
"Die ?"
"You can't die !"
"But you can ?"
Both stared towards each other in a stale mate. He let go of her wrists and held her face in his hands. She held onto his shoulders.
"I don't know what i'd do without you" Charon spoke quietly. "I lo-"
"Don't you dare say it!" fresh tears leaked from her eyes.
Stunned Charon paused. "Why ?"
She gasped and Charon wiped the tears from her face. " Everyone I love dies."
In a further stale mate he choose to kiss her. Deep and intimate.
"You know I do though" He spoke into her mouth.
Janet leaned back. "Me too." She brought his face to hers and he rolled them over on the ground so he lay on top of her.
Harkness continued his search and opened the flight deck door.
...
...
"I'll come back." He simply spoke.
Re: Curves (6b/9)
Date: 2014-06-30 05:39 am (UTC)Inappropriate time for Harkness.
Curves (6b/9)
Date: 2011-11-04 03:00 pm (UTC)He tackled her moments before she could leap off.
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING ?"
"GET OFF OF ME".
Charon grabbed her wrists and held her to the ground. She tried to fight him off. Tears poured down her face and she smelt of booze.
She was grieving and drunk, not a combination that should go together.
"Look at me." Charon commanded. She wouldn't so he repeated it slower. "Look. At. Me." She eventually did with a huff. "What were you doing?"
"Jumping."
"Why?"
"It hurts so much."
Charon paused and looked at the smoothskin, really looked at her. She was hurting and no 'it will get betters' 'this isn't the way to do it' would make it better. So he took a different route. A selfish route but it had to be done.
"What about me ?"
"What ?"
Her eyes widened.
"If you jumped. You would have died. What about me ?"
She paused. "I - uh."
"You didn't think of that."
"No." More tears began to fall. "I'm sorry."
"You took me from a living hell and showed me happiness. You were just going to jump and let yourself die at your own hands. How would I have felt. Not just as your body guard as your friend. That I couldn't protect you from yourself."
She didnt answer she just continued to look at him with watery eyes.
"I would have followed after you."
"NO ! but you would ..."
"Die ?"
"You can't die !"
"But you can ?"
Both stared towards each other in a stale mate. He let go of her wrists and held her face in his hands. She held onto his shoulders.
"I don't know what i'd do without you" Charon spoke quietly. "I lo-"
"Don't you dare say it!" fresh tears leaked from her eyes.
Stunned Charon paused. "Why ?"
She gasped and Charon wiped the tears from her face. " Everyone I love dies."
In a further stale mate he choose to kiss her. Deep and intimate.
"You know I do though" He spoke into her mouth.
Janet leaned back. "Me too." She brought his face to hers and he rolled them over on the ground so he lay on top of her.
Harkness continued his search and opened the flight deck door.
...
...
"I'll come back." He simply spoke.
Re: Curves (6b/9)
Date: 2011-11-04 03:02 pm (UTC)Curves (7/9)
Date: 2011-11-06 02:35 pm (UTC)"Why are you so tall ?"
"Because."
"Because why ?"
....
"Whats that gun called?"
"Shotgun"
"I don't like it."
....
"Why is your skin peeled ?"
"BECAUSE I EAT PEOPLE!"
That one went off crying not that Charon cared. He stood with his arms crossed the entire time waiting for Janet to finish. The entrance of the vault was somewhere in the cave they just had to find it.
"Excuse me ?"
He look down. Way down. This one was no bigger than his forearm. She looked extremely fragile and her eyes were watery.
"Yes."
"Uhm..... Can you fix my gun ?"
She held out quite an impressive looking scoped magnum. He sighed and picked it up. She had jammed it from lack of cleaning.
He pulled a rag from his bag and kneeled down infront of her.
"You wipe this in here and then shoot it."
She nodded and did as he said. "You're holding it wrong." He placed her absolutely tiny hands properly around it. "Now go."
She shot. Charon grabbed her as she went flying from the backlash. She giggled and scrambled up.
"What's your name?"
"Bumble."
"Keep practising Bumble."
"I will !" she scampered off and ran deeper into the cave. Charon sighed contently as arms wrapped around his waist and someone began kissing at his neck and jaw.
"That was extremely attractive" Janet laughed.
He was still kneeled on the ground so he wrapped her legs around his waist and lifted standing, carrying her on his back.
She squealed loudly and clung on.
"Where to now?"
"Murder pass." she replied.
"Sounds thrilling."
"Nothing we can't handle!"
"What can't we handle ?"
Janet paused slightly then remembered.
"Dunwich."
Both shuddered remembering.
"Fuck that" Charon remarked.
"Fuck that indeed."
They both nodded and he headed towards murder pass. Janet kicked her heels into his waist and Charon growled.
"Onwards you magnificent bastard !!" she bellowed.
Charon gave a deep laugh.
"Im not Argyle."
"and I ain't no Dashwood."
"Come on boss"
"Yes my ghoul manservant."
Both snorted and headed towards the mysterious vault behind Murder pass.
Re: Curves (7/9)
Date: 2011-11-06 03:56 pm (UTC)Re: Curves (7/9)
Date: 2011-11-06 07:28 pm (UTC)Curves (8A/9)
Date: 2011-11-07 09:11 pm (UTC)She was gone.
The enclave had took her and he was powerless. His body was numb and unmoving. He could do nothing but watch. For how much he hated the enclave he hated himself even more.
He looked up to a very concerned looking super mutant.
The giant, even to him, picked him up and brought him to the halls that had previously held the geck. His pain began to recede as the radiation washed over him.
Charon groaned and picked himself up.
"We have to go after her." he croaked.
"Yes we do my friend."
Oh great, he'd made a pal. Janet would be proud. He just had to find her to tell her.
......
"What did you do to me !!" Janet screamed.
The smug bastard in the trench coat simply smirked.
"There is the fev virus, the modified fev and the enhanced fev. The one currently in your veins is the enhanced fev so you have to think very carefully of what I'm about to ask of you. "
"Just you wait till Charon comes. If he doesn't kill every one of you I will." she screamed and tugged against her bindings in a heated rage.
.....
An explosion crashed at the top of the Mountains and Charon dropped to his knees.
He was too late.
He roared deeply from his chest and grabbed his shotgun.
Every enclave bastard that dare crawled out from the inferno was immediately put down by him. When he ran out of shells he simply took to tearing them apart with his bare hands.
A small part of his mind wondered if he was going feral but a larger more angrier part told it to shut the fuck up.
Then he heard it.
Small and quiet. A cough. Far too gentle to belong to a soldier.
His heart jumped when he heard the familiar TUNG of a pip boy light being put on.
She was in the dark somewhere.
"Janet !!" he roared.
Then he saw it. The small hand under the rocks. He raced towards it and began flinging off the debris. The supermutant continued to watch him back and take down each enemy around them.
But Charon was only focused on one thing. The small woman covered in dust and bruises with the pepper hair.'he pulled her out and she gasped as the fresh air hit her lungs.
"Charon !" she tugged at his shoulders and pulled him into her.
He returned the gesture by winding his arms around her waist and back.
He was never letting her go again.
She gave him a deep kiss. Moaning slightly as his lips spread apart for her. Holding on to a red tuff of hair she kissed him so hard he fell back.
He laughed loudly and carefree.
"You're okay ? Everything is fine ?" he scanned her finding only bruises and laser burn marks.
"I am !." she pulled harder into their embrace cherishing the feel of him.
Re: Curves (8A/9)
Date: 2011-11-07 09:33 pm (UTC)Re: Curves (8A/9)
Date: 2011-11-07 11:37 pm (UTC)Curves (8B/9)
Date: 2011-11-20 02:23 am (UTC)Many chose to drink others chose to spend it with friends. This battle was against the Enclave at Jefferson. A battle Charon dreaded. Janet was the center. She was the main target, main objection and main priority. Both in his eyes and the brotherhood.
He sat with his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands, at the edge of the bed.
The citadel was far too quiet. No training. No gun shots. Nothing.
Listening to the silence Charon grew restless.
Janet came in through the door with a wild smile and two bottles of booze.
"My dearest Ferryman I bring substa....." her face dropped as she noticed his stance "what's wrong?"
She placed the bottles on the desk and hopped onto his lap, smoothing his head with her hands.
"After tomorrow there will be nothing to worry about." She comforted him by bringing his head to her chest and kissin his forehead repeatedly.
"If we see tomorrow."
"Charon."
"This isn't some raider team. It's military. Over a 100 of them. In power armour."
"We have prime."
"Prime is a pre war relic."
"Aren't you ?" Janet gave Charon a playful smirk.
He growled softly into her neck.
"Be cautious."
"Always"
As Charon held onto her hips she began to unbutton his shirt.
She ran her hand down his toned chest and abdominal. She bit her lip.
"What ?" Charon said self consciously.
"I like this. All of this." she brought her lips down to his chest and began kissing and biting.
She paused to look at him. Her expression intensified. Charon wondered how he ever got a smoothskin to look at him like that. His stomach flipped in anticipation. He knew that face off many drunk patrons who slipped off into dark corridors.
"Tonight is not about battle" Janet spoke. " Tonight I have you and I intend to have all of you."
Charon didn't reply he stared intently at her. "Do you object....?"
He rolled his eyes " Smoothskin, why are you with me?"
" For your brilliant conversation."
He barked a laugh and bit lightly into her collarbone.
"You're so full of life, smooth, beautiful, intelligent. Why me ?"
"I put my life on the line for so many people out here. You're the only one that does it for me. I'd be dead or very miserable without you."
"You are miserable. I mean what is this ?!" he tugged at her ruined and dirty top, pulling it over her head and throwing it the floor. "and these. Very miserable." he pushed her back onto the bed and began pulling down the initiate sweat pants. First with his teeth, then all the way with a sharp tug from his hands.
Janet giggled loudly.
"This is hardly equal mr fully dressed."
"Charon fully dressed. How did you work it out. 200 years of not knowing. Over."
"That's such a stupid name."
"I don't even know my name therefore it can't be stupid."
"You don't ?!"
"Nope." Charon responded while unbuttoning and pulling down his trouser armour.
Curves (8B(2)/9)
Date: 2011-11-20 02:26 am (UTC)"The thing on my dog tags. My brainwashed title. The submissive ferry man delivering the dead to the underworld. Or delivering the soldiers to Alaska. Keeping them alive from attack."
"Oh."
Charon shrugged as he began to crawl on top of her, kissing each curve he went past."
Janet pulled her lips towards his feriously.
When she pulled back to breath she spoke.
"You have to tell me your full story."
"Theres something you can live for tomorrow."
" Deal !" she bellowed. Then gasped as Charons tongue had found its way to her slit.
He gave her long lengthy licks while working his fingers inside her.
Janet writhed underneath him as he bit and tugged at her clit.
"Please Charon."
He groaned into her.
"Fuck me please."
He brought his head up to hers. "You want this ?"
"More than anything ?"
He smiled and brushed the hair from her face.
"Don't I get pleasure ?" he mocked.
"Theres something you can live for tomorrow !"
His loud laugh echoed the room and he pulled Janet closer into him.
"Smoothskin." he groaned as he felt her wetness against him.
"Mmm?" she mumbled.
Janet didn't get a response as he quickly pushed his length into her.
Janet felt a burn as his huge length filled her but as he thrusted it changed to pleasure, a warm deep pleasure.
She moaned into his shoulder.
"Why are you being quiet ?" he smirked.
She gave him a weak smile as he continued to pound into her. She clutched on his shoulders and pushed her head back against the mattress.
"Fuck !" she moaned.
Charon had stamina she couldn't match and before long she was screaming loudly underneath him.
"I'm gonna.."
"Good" he groaned into her neck. He picked up the pace and soon a warm dampness touched the sheets and she clenched around him.
"We can stop if you're ..."
"NO !" Janet panted " keep going. Please."
"As you say mistress."
She scowled up at him and enjoyed the view. Rough and exposed muscle glistening with sweat and his shoulders looming over her.
What a set of shoulders.
"Enjoying the view ?"
She nodded vicariously and with a new burst of energy she began slapping her hips against his and wrapped one leg around his waist.
The new move brought him deeper and he groaned as he gradually began to lose himself.
" I'll pull out."
"Don't you are."
Charon watched her with thought then nodded to close to coming to form words.
His thrusts slowed down but were pushed in harder, deeper.
"Charon !" Janet screamed as she came undone again.
The tightness around him was the final straw and he spilled within her with a hush of excercison.
Both lay gasping and Charon laid back.
He pulled her into him both temporary forgetting about the doom and battle of the morning.
Both fell asleep quickly. Janet appreciating his warmth and familiar smell. Charon wondering how he got the woman that he previously pined for.
This was something he could get use to quicker than standing in a corner.
Curves (9a/9)
Date: 2011-11-22 08:08 pm (UTC)They all stood in formation waiting for the signal.
Each could only stare at the large obstacles and force fields before them.
Charon felt a small hand slip into his and squeeze.
"Stay near me Smoothskin."
"I have your back." Janet looked up at him and smiled.
The battle only allowed for this one moment.
To stare and grip a hand.
Then the silence was broken.
BETTER DEAD THAN RED.
The crowd rushed forward with a roar.
Janet, Charon and Lyons Pride leading.
Cars exploded. Vertibirds fell. Explosions rung out.
Charon could hardly hear himself shout as he shoved his boot into a Enclave soldiers neck.
Janet had danced her way over a car spinning gracefully as she flung a knife through a helmet.
The soldier went to grab her leg but was promptly kicked down by Charon, who unloaded his shotgun into his face.
The group raced forward reclaiming the road to the memorial.
Janet was tackled at the memorial.
She reached for her knife but the head that lacked the enclave helmet suddenly exploded.
She reached for Charon who looked equally as confused.
Her eyes followed the bullets trail.
Rivet City.
A crowd had gathered on the deck.
Someone had used a sniper rifle.
Janet grinned and it was noticed through Butch's scope.
The memorial was fairly easy to claim back.
The Enclave had positioned themselves in small areas, so all Charon had to do was throw some well aimed grenades.
After that Autumn was taken out.
Bluntly with Janet's knife.
She threw her arms around Charon when it was all over.
"We did it!"
"Are you okay ?""
Janet moved her arms and legs only wincing slightly at the left leg.
"I'll live" she smiled.
"Me too."
Charon kissed her passionately and care free. Finally rid of the Enclave burden with Janet still alive.
"I love you."
Charon froze at the words then smiled widely.
"As I love you smoothskin."
No sooner had the words left his mouth a klaxon blared.
Both whipped around to see Sarah on top of the steps.
"It's been sabotaged !"
"What do you mean?" Janet screamed.
"It's going to blow unless someone starts it up."
"I'll do it."
"Whoever goes in there isn't coming back out. There's too much radiation." Sarah's face was filled with horror and Janets joined her.
Both froze.
"I'll do it."
Janet turned to look at Charon.
"No. No no no no ! You can't."
"You will die."
"You will go feral !"
Charon frowned "We don't know that for sure. But we know that if you go you will not be surviving. I will."
Janet thought it through. Her mind was screaming in protest but she rarely had time to think wih Madison shouting on the intercom.
"If you leave me alone in this fucking wasteland I will kill you."
Her face was furious and filled with determination.
Charon laughed with logic.
"Why would I leave you. I'm pretty sure you owe me something after surving that battle."
Janet smirked through her anger.
"You still have to tell me your story."
"And I will. First I have to do this."
Janet nodded, grabbing his face and kissing him furiously.
He climbed the stairs with her following and the glass shut between them.
"216 !" she screamed through the glass.
"Alpha and Omega ?"
She nodded with a small smile although tears fell down.
"Hurry."
He did and then it was over.
.
Curves (9b/9)
Date: 2011-11-22 08:09 pm (UTC)Charons eyes shot open. He was sitting on a bench in a metro station.
It was very crowded and in pristine condition.
The crowd was dressed in suits and dressed with groomed hair and faces.
This was before the bombs.
He turned to face the voice.
A middle aged woman in a floaty white dress.
She had wavy brown hair and familiar eyes.
"I don't understand." Charon spoke.
Fear struck him as he heard his voice. Smooth. Unchanged.
He held up his hand to find it was the same.
Skin covered the entire surface with light hair across the forearm. He brought his hand to his head to find the thick auburn hair he was once accustomed to.
"My daughter is trying her hardest to bring you back but yet here you are."
"Janet ? Where is Janet ?"
Charon stood from the seat towering the petite female.
"I told you. She is bringing you back."
Then it clicked.
"Catherine ?"
The woman smiled a wonderful warm smile.
"Hello."
"How do I get back?"
"Janet."
"How ?"
"She is bringing you back. So follow her."
She pointed into the crowd and he spotted her.
Her hair was pinned up and she looked radiant.
She smiled and held out her hand.
Catherine paused him.
"Just so you know. She is bringing you back from death. This will be very painful and I'm sorry."
He went to ask her what she meant but she was gone.
Entering a train with James at the corner of his eye.
James nodded before heading in.
He faced Janet once more who beckoned him forward.
She turned on her heels and began fighting against the crowd.
He followed.
"Don't you dare give up on me !" she screamed.
No one in the crowd turned at her voice oblivious to it.
He walked forward a step before the pain took over him.
Someone had grabbed his arm.
And took skin.
He kept walking, not out of choice.
"You promised !" she screamed again.
More hands reached out pulling at his skin. Tearing, exposing muscle.
Janet continued to walk on not turning back and he could do nothing but follow.
Hands with knifes reached out and stabbed.
Familiar places with familiar scars.
He was being returned to his previous state.
Bullet wounds began to form burn and scar over.
A hand grabbed a tuff of hair followed by one and another.
It was agonising.
He screamed out loudly in pain as more of his skin was ripped off.
"HES ALIVE." he heard a voice shout. It was echoed off each wall.
Unsure of the origin.
Janet now stood at he top of escalator holding out her arms.
"COME ON!" she screamed.
He ran up them clutching her close with torn skin and clothes.
He closed his eyes to breathe in her scent.
"There you are."
He opened them to find himself in a faded room.
He looked up to to find himself in Janet's arms.
Blood covered her and tears fell freely.
"Don't you ever leave me again" she panted.
And that's how Charon found himself serving a lifetime with his mistress. The last one he ever had. The one with the beautiful smile and the rare curves. The one he loved
Re: Curves (9b/9)
Date: 2011-11-24 03:07 am (UTC)Re: Curves (8A/9)
Date: 2014-06-30 06:01 am (UTC)I love that.
Re: Curves (7/9)
Date: 2011-11-12 08:59 pm (UTC)