for Leah

Apr. 29th, 2012 10:18 pm
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When the island changed back after a moon of dusty, dry desert, Jon was relieved. He was much happier with what he knew, after all, even if it wasn't the snow and ice that he would have preferred. He decided the best thing to do would be to head to the jungle to hunt once more, Ghost at his side.

It was much easier to bag game when he left Ghost to his own devices and, as such, Jon stripped down to swim in the pool beneath the waterfall while Ghost roamed the jungle. Usual game was monkeys and boar, occasional snakes and birds, and Jon fully expected him to show back up with a muzzle darkened with blood.

Until then, he was content to swim.

Date: 2012-05-07 02:15 am (UTC)
genetic_deadend: (Eyeroll)
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Leah scowled, and rather than answer him splashed a much larger arc of water at him. "I am not your lady," she yelled back for what felt like the thirtieth time.

"And don't think because we had this whole 'bonding moment' that you're suddenly not irritating eighty percent of the time."

Date: 2012-05-07 02:40 am (UTC)
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Leah hadn't actually expected him to fight back, so when he did, it was a bit of a shock. What do you know, she thought, squealing as he splashed her back, points for Galahad.

It didn't do much to wipe out her incredibly irrational irritation, but points for Galahad.

"Ugh you--" She snarled and lunged at him, not sure what she intended to do, except to keep splashing water in his face and possibly dunk him if she got her hands on him.

Date: 2012-05-07 05:00 pm (UTC)
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"You yield?" He really had to stop being so unintentionally hilarious, or Leah was going to end up drowning herself because it was hard to swim while laughing. It was even funnier that his laugh sounded a lot like hers did, a brief, abrasive bark. His was clearly less bitter, but ah well.

"I don't know what to even do with you, Galahad," she remarked, shaking her head and boosting herself up and out of the water. "I half expect you to pop out with an 'as you wish'." She pointed a finger at him, splashing water droplets in his direction. "But don't. Don't get any ideas."

Date: 2012-05-08 02:31 am (UTC)
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"Hey, I never said you couldn't sit there and look pretty," Leah pointed out with another snort of laughter, shaking the water out of her hair that was, she'd noted with some chagrin, shorter than his.

Might as well face facts, the boy was just flat out prettier than her. Sad, just sad. Admittedly there were probably a lot of girls he was prettier than, but it didn't really make her feel much better about it.

"It's just...bizarre. There's a lot of weird in my world and all but you, with the whole accent and the chivalry and the giants and dragons, it's fairy tale crap. It shouldn't be real, you shouldn't be real."

Date: 2012-05-09 01:15 am (UTC)
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She'd actually done that once, Leah remembered with some amusement. When she'd first met him, she'd poked him in the chest, hard, because she hadn't believed anyone could or would actually talk that.

"I don't know, Sir Galahad, you might like the abuse," she drawled with a wry smirk, drawing her feet out of the water and tucking her legs up to her chest. "So dragons, giants, big wolves. What else you got running around in...Westeros?"

Date: 2012-05-09 01:44 am (UTC)
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"Oh bullshit," Leah snorted, though she eyed him. Because even though 'oh bullshit' was her default setting for everything, she could see Galahad here with a pet unicorn, and was tempted to ask if they really did only let virgins touch them. Or whatever. Wasn't that how the stories went?

"I don't even know a snark is, but you're still full of shit."

Date: 2012-05-09 02:06 am (UTC)
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An imp? Like one of those little things with horns and wings and a tail? She had a sneaking suspicion the word didn't quite mean the same thing in his world.

"You had a nine year summer?" Leah blinked, and made a face. "How do you survive? I mean, how do your crops even cycle properly?"

Date: 2012-05-10 03:02 am (UTC)
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"Ooh," Leah murmured when the 'imp' thing was clarified. That was a pretty shitty thing to call a person for something genetic, something they couldn't even help, and she started to say so. Instead she merely scowled for a moment and let him continue; she imagined even saying the word 'genetics' would've likely earned her a blank stare.

Her lips curved a little as she glanced over at the big guy. "Bet he can. So you have like nine year long winters, too? That must suck."

Date: 2012-05-12 11:29 pm (UTC)
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The more that she talked to Jon the more Leah realized she could grudgingly respect him. It was just a little bit irritating.

"This must be even weirder for you than most of the rest of us," she remarked, gesturing vaguely to their surroundings. "I can't imagine nine years of one season."

She fell quiet for a moment, absently dragged her fingers through the grass next to her leg. "Do you like it here at all? Even though it's all...wrong and weird?"

Date: 2012-05-13 01:52 am (UTC)
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"I keep thinking I should hate it here," Leah remarked with a deeper, moodier frown. "And at first I did. Oh, so much. But like this it's not so bad. I've wanted to be elsewhere for a while now anyway. Somewhere warmer. Not tropical," she clarified, scoffing softly, "my goals weren't that lofty, but somewhere warmer and quiet. So I keep thinking I got exactly what I wanted, just not how I wanted it. And it pisses me off that I might like it even a little bit. No sane person is happy to get kidnapped. Right?"

It's at least a partially serious question.

Date: 2012-05-13 08:28 pm (UTC)
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"No." It wasn't a hard question, not to Leah, though on reflection that wasn't an entirely honest answer. "But I'm not really unhappy, either. I'm not miserable, which is an improvement."

She huffed softly and raked her still wet hair back out of her face. "I don't know if I even remember how to be happy. Maybe you haven't noticed, but I'm a pessimistic bitch most of the time."

Date: 2012-05-13 11:30 pm (UTC)
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The shock was pretty obvious in Leah's expression and body language; if she hadn't been sitting, she'd have taken a step back. It was difficult to wrap her head around the concept of her attitude being remotely admirable, much calling a loved one to mind.

"I...thanks." She wasn't sure what else to even say to that. She hoped she wasn't blushing. "What, um. What happened to her? You said 'loved' so I figured, past tense."

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