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Pertinacious [Jerlita Week]PertinaciousPertinacious [Jerlita Week] by SoulJelly
"Oh, come on," Aelita begged. She was on the verge of tears but bravely held them back, as she had done for most of the afternoon. "Please, Nathalie. We have to go home now."
"NOOOOOO!" came the scream again, louder, and the tiny red-faced girl clung, monkey-like, to the bars of the swing-set. "DON'T WANNA."
Aelita bent down, looped her arms lightly around the child's waist, and tugged. In response, Nathalie only clung more tightly, her face screwed up in stubborn defiance. Petulant tears streamed down her face and even though she shouted, her words were barely coherent between sobs.
"I W-WANNA STAY. I'VE ONLY B-BEEN ON THE SWINGS T-T-TEN TIMES."
Jérémie bit his lip, watching the scene unfold with increasing trepidation. Aelita turned to him despairingly, her hair looking more haphazard than usual and her face stricken, all too aware that around them, parents were watching out of the corners of their eyes, their faces at once embarrassed and sym
Celadon [Jerlita Week]CeladonCeladon [Jerlita Week] by SoulJelly
"Just a little to the left... and... perfect! Jérémie, what do you think?"
"I think the couch still looks a bit off. Do you think we should put it against the opposite wall?"
"Jérémie-! Worry about that later, won't you?"
"Okay, okay. I'm coming."
Jérémie stood up, rubbing at the dull, stiff ache forming at the small of his back and wiping an unpleasant sheen of sweat from the bridge of his nose, where the skin pinched on his still-new glasses. He crossed the room and came to stand beside Aelita, who was poised with her hands on her hips. Her face was set in a proud grin as she stood there, admiring the arrangement of ornaments on the mantelpiece. Surrounding the pair were piles of unpacked boxes, pooled in small clouds of dust stirred up on the linoleum floor by the couple's arrival.
The blond boy not a boy any more, not really, but still with the awkward and unsure stance that had been a distinguishing characteristic in his teens an
Cuddlesome [Jerlita Week]CuddlesomeCuddlesome [Jerlita Week] by SoulJelly
It's painstakingly ordinary, and that's possibly the worst part.
He who fought monsters in the heroic days of their youth, who bit back silent screams as he bore electric shocks and the terror of malevolent possession. Superhuman resolve carried him through it all, with the grim expression of one who would never stop trying.
She always thought him invincible, in a strange sort of way. No matter how fragile or insecure he seemed; when she gazed at him, she saw deep beneath the surface, to determination and dedication that flowed through him as steadfastly as blood and oxygen.
And now he lies here on the roadside, and her heart breaks in two at the sight of him; the pallor of his face, the disturbing, unnatural angle of his splayed limbs, the complete unresponsiveness as she smooths back his hair, takes his hand quietly in her own.
There is a car embedded in a tree, the painfully harsh light of ambulance sirens. Pounding footsteps, shouts. A scream, and harsh, racking s