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Post by Meatloaf on Feb 23, 2009 11:23:52 GMT -5
Meat wandered slowly down the dim hallways of the Heartbreak, headed towards the Dreamer and his Bad-Arsed Babe's shared bedroom. She usually didn't even think about going towards their room, cause you never really knew what they where up to in there, and just because the way they acted sometimes together reminded her painfully about how things used to be with her and Brit. It just made her feel even more lonely. Sure, she had many interested men come up to her, but she had always sent them away with their tails tucked firmly between their legs. She didn't believe she would ever be with anyone else now that Brit was gone.
The blond Scot paused for a moment and closed her eyes, her still raw grief threatening to overwhelm her then gritted her teeth and continued her walk down the tunnel.
She was headed to Galileo and Mouche's room to find out if the Dreamer was in there and to see if he knew that Scaramouche had recently went above ground with a few other Bohemians without telling anyone else. She knew that it shouldn't be such a huge deal, but there where still Global Soft police all over the place and they would kill to get their hands on the only guitar player in the wold cause they knew that she would make the perfect bait to bring out Galileo. And Meat didn't want any of that to happen.
Meat paused in front of their bedroom door before knocking loudly on it.
"Gaz? Are ye in there?"
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Post by Galileo Figaro on Feb 23, 2009 13:24:16 GMT -5
Galileo stared up at the ceiling, his eyes unfocused and unseeing. He couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe that she, Scaramouche, would be so stupid and go against what he had advised. Yeah, he might have been a bit heavy handed whilst trying to convince her, but she seemed to understand the magnitude of the situation with Globalsoft when he had confessed to her about the voices in his head.
So why had she gone against him?
Galileo lay spread eagle on his and Scaramouche's bed, his head resting on Scaramouche's pillow. It still smelt like her. He sighed whistfully. He had no idea as to why she had left. She hadn't been seen for a couple of days. He wanted to know where she was, that she was safe and that she would return home to him. Preferrably in one piece and, ideally, before the Killer Queen got her hands on the Bad Arsed Babe. He had no doubt that Scaramouche could look after herself and that she wouldn't go down without a fight. He had no doubt that she would give as good as she got.
But that still didn't ease the worry. Or the pain.
A loud knocking roused him from his musings as a voice called out to him. "Gaz? Are ye in there?"
Sighing dispondently, Galileo pulled himself into a sitting position, his back resting against the wall as he called out in return to Meat's question.
"Yeah, come in."
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Post by Meatloaf on Feb 23, 2009 19:50:05 GMT -5
"Yeah, come in."
Meat blinked at the slight edge of annoyance and exhaustion in Galileo’s tone, but quickly shrugged it off, thinking he was just tired from lack of sleep, like the rest of them. The blond Bohemian set her jaw and swung open the door, striding inside. She had to vent all of her recent frustrations about Scaramouche’s rash decisions to someone and the young Dreamer seemed like the perfect candidate.
“ Yer girlfriend is in a heap o’ trouble!” she growled, standing in front of Galileo with her arms crossed, her eyes narrowed and her hips cocked to one side. “Ah can’ believe tha' she would be stupid enough tae go tae the surface. Now Ah realize tha' Mouche is a big girl, she can tie her own shoes an’ everything, but there are Globalsoft pigs crawlin' all over the place up there!” she jabbed her thumb upwards, indicating the wasteland and beyond. “If she, or any o' the others that went aboveground, are captured it will only be their own fault!”
After she finished her small rant, she sat down on the edge of the messy bed, out of breath. Taking deep breaths and calming herself down slightly, the blond Scot stared blankly down at her feet.
“Ah don’ get why she didn' tell me.” she murmured "If we're suppose to be such great friends, but no, Ah had to find ou' from Pop." she grimaced slightly, glancing quickly at Galileo then looking away.
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Post by Galileo Figaro on Feb 24, 2009 15:55:13 GMT -5
Galileo barely flinche as the bedroom door swung open with a crash, revealing an unamused Meat, who stormed into the room, coming to a halt in front of him. Galileo looked at Meat, his face expressionless as she ranted.
"Yer girlfriend is in a heap o' trouble!" Galileo half shrugged. Tell me something I don't already know... he thought sourly as Meat continued her verbal rant. "Ah can' believe tha' she would be stupid enough tae go tae the surface. Now Ah realize tha' Mouche is a big girl, she can tie her own shoes an' everything, but there are Globalsoft pigs crawlin' all over the place up there!"
Again, Galileo shrugged. He already knew about this; he had been the one to tell Scaramouche about Globalsoft in the first place. It had been her own choice to go up above ground, despite Gazz's attempts to pursuade her to stay, which had fallen upon deaf ears. She had made her bed: she could lay in it.
"If she, or any o' the others that went aboveground, are captured it will only be their own fault!"
Galileo remained silent as Meat finished, sitting down heavily on the bed, breathing heavily.
"Ah don' get why she didn' tell me. If we're suppose to be such great friends, but no, Ah had to find ou' from Pop."
Galileo spoke, his voice raspy from the lack of use. "If it makes you feel any better, she left against my advice." He shift his legs, swinging them so they dangled off the edge of the bed. "She knows I worry about her... why doesn't she listen to me?" he cried out, frustration lacing his voice. He allowed his head to drop forward, cradling it in his hands, his skinny frame heaving as he drew breath into his drained body.
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Post by Meatloaf on Feb 24, 2009 16:30:57 GMT -5
"If it makes you feel any better, she left against my advice."
Meat jumped slightly when Galileo spoke up in a low, raspy voice. She turned to stare at him as he swung his legs around so that he was sitting at the edge of the bed. The young woman felt a pang of sadness as she took in his slumped, defeated form. He looked like he had pretty much given up, on Scaramouche, on almost everything.
"She knows I worry about her... why doesn't she listen to me?"
Meat shifted her body so that she was seated closer to Galileo on the bed. She tentatively placed a hand on his shoulder and bit her lip before speaking slowly.
" Well, this migh' be a tough truth, then again yer probably realized it by now, but... Mouche is a bit o' a self centered bitch an' she doesn't listen tae anyone, " she said, feeling a twinge of remorse for bashing her friend like that, just a tiny twinge though. "So... why would she listen tae yer?"
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Post by Galileo Figaro on Feb 25, 2009 11:22:08 GMT -5
A/N: Part of the script is in italics and in blue. Words that have emphasis are underlined. Galileo stared into space, his eyes staring but not really seeing. Scaramouche had only been gone a short time, yet he couldn't help but feel a little guilt and even a little bit of failure. Scaramouche was his girlfriend: he was supposed to protect her. That was a boyfriends job, wasn't it? He remembered a similar conversation he'd had with her when they had first gotten together.
"- Look, I'm going Scaramouche. But I will come back for you. And -" Galileo had said, pulling on one of his boots, looking up quickly at Scaramouche, who had cut in.
"Hang on, what do you mean? There'll be cops all over the place. I should go, not you," she had insisted.
"Forget it Scaramouche. This is my fight." Galileo retorted as he continued to lace up his boots. It was his fight. He was the Dreamer, wasn't he? The Man. The One.
"Excuse me?" Scaramouche's voice asked, clipped with annoyance. "How did you work that out?" she continued, as she re-arranged her fringe and fiddled with her arm bands and her glove.
"Because I'm the man... Britney Spears said so." Galileo's reply had been returned, as if it was the most simple thing in the world. He sat up, his laces now successfully tied.
"Exactly! Which is why is stupid for you to risk your life. I'm dispensable. You stay here."
"Oh yeah, like I'm gonna let my chick fight my battles for me," Galileo laughed. The idea was absurd. What kind of man would that make him if he let Scaramouche go marching in ahead of him?
"'Let your chick'" Scaramouche paused, breathing in and slowly exhaling as she stood up. She turned to Galileo, a hard look plastered across her face. "Excuse me, but at what point did you actually take the arsehole pill?"
"Oh for Gods sake Scaramouche. Does everything always have to be a fight with you? I thought you said you'd mellowed out."
"Well I haven't," came the sarcastic reply.
"Well its really starting to irritate
[/u] me!" "Oh no! My heart just broke..." In desperation, Galileo reached for her hands, clasping them tightly in his own and holding them close to him. "Look! You're my girlfriend and I want to protect you -" "No!" Scaramouche cut in. "You think just because you got your leg over that you own me or something..."[/i][/color] Galileo felt a hand on his shoulder, drawing him from his memories. He turned his head towards the hand's owner, finding Meat seated close to him. "Well, this migh' be a tough truth, then again yer probably realized it by now, but... Mouche is a bit o' a self centered bitch an' she doesn't listen tae anyone."Galileo said nothing. That's a little harsh... he couldn't help but think. She can be a little strong headed and strong-willed... but not self centered..."So... why would she listen tae yer?"Again Galileo said nothing. He chewed the inside of his lip, worry consuming him. "Who did she go with?" he asked, hoping deep down that, whoever was with her, was looking after his beloved Scaramouche.[/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by Meatloaf on Feb 26, 2009 12:19:22 GMT -5
"Who did she go with?"
Meat frowned slightly. Now that he mentioned it, she wasn't sure exactly who Scaramouche had gone with, Pop had never given her any other names. She mentally kicked herself for not bothering to ask.
" Ah'm not sure who she went with." she admitted, removing her hand from Galileo's shoulder and wringing them subconsciously. She then realized something though. " But, Ah nae that no ones seen Kink or KT round' here lately. So maybe she went with them?"
Meat sat in silence for a few moments, just watching Galileo intently with her wide, heavily made-up eyes and she uncertaintly reached out to place her hands on his shoulders once again, shifting her body so that she was seated in behind him. He just looked very tense with worry and if there was one thing Meat was known for in the Heartbreak, other than being a huge flirt, was her massages.
She gently began rubbing Galileo's tense back and shoulders with her hands, silently hoping he wouldn't pull away.
" Yer nae... 'Mouche is probably jus' fine. She'll be back in nae time." she said as she worked, grinning slightly at her little rhyme.
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Post by Galileo Figaro on Feb 27, 2009 11:39:56 GMT -5
"Ah'm not sure who she went with." Galileo nodded sadly as Meat withdrew her hand from his shoulder."But, Ah nae that no ones seen Kink or KT round' here lately. So maybe she went with them?"
Galileo shrugged helplessly. "I just hate not knowing that she's okay and that there's nothing I can do about it!" he exclaimed, flopping back on the bed, staring morosely at the ceiling through his dark eyes. He sat up again, suddenly feeling restless.
"Was this how it used to be with you and Britney Spears, when he used to go off..." he trailed off, not sure what Meat would make of his line of questioning. He knew Brit's death was still a sore subject and he still felt guilty about being the main cause for that heartache. "I'm sorry," he mumbled. "I shouldn't have said nothing."
He stared down at his clasped hands, feeling the awkwardness decending around them. He jerked forward a little bit when he felt Meat's hand on his shoulder, her body having shifted behind him; he felt her hands working away the knots of his tensed muscles in his back and shoulders.
"Wha- What are you doing?" he asked stupidly, looking over his shoulder at her. "I mean, I know what your doing but..." words failed him. He let out a frustrated sigh, turning his head back and simply letting her hands work their magic. He had heard of Meat's hands had a reputation as being able to work miracles on tense muscles. He slowly felt himself relaxing into her touch, his eyelids slowly fluttering closed of their own accord.
"Yer nae... 'Mouche is probably jus' fine. She'll be back in nae time."
"I hope your right Meat," Galileo murmered quietly, sighing contentedly.
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Post by Meatloaf on Mar 2, 2009 11:15:04 GMT -5
"I just hate not knowing that she's okay and that there's nothing I can do about it!"
Meat sighed sympathetically.
"Ah nae wha' yer mean babe." she murmured, fiddling with a crimped strand of bleached blond hair.
"Was this how it used to be with you and Britney Spears, when he used to go off..."
Meat blinked and let out another soft sigh, feeling the familiar, painful tug at her heart whenever anyone spoke of Brit. But, she had gotten used to the pain to an extent and didn't have much of a problem discussing memories about her one true love.
" Well, yeah it was like this. Ah couldn't stand being left behind, not being sure if he was okay when he wen' on all those bloody scavenging trips. Or when he wen' off lookin' fer the Dreamer. " she said, with a nod towards Galileo.
" Ah actually snuck out after him tha' day we found ye an' Mouche." she said with a small laugh "Brit was very upset with me fer followin' him. But then again, tha' was one of our smaller arguments. We had our share o' problems, like any other couple."
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said nothing."
The blond Scot gave Galileo a small smile and nudged him lightly with her elbow.
" It's alright." she reassured him "Ah'm not gonna burst into tears like a little girl."
Once Meat had started to massage Galileo, she jumped slightly and arched her eyebrows when he suddenly turned his head and stared at her like she had grown a third arm or something.
"Wha- What are you doing? I mean, I know what your doing but..."
Meat pulled away and crossed her arms over her chest.
" What does it look like?" she asked bluntly. " Look, jus' don' ask questions. Ah nae wha' Ah'm doin'." she said before returning to her work.
As she worked out the kinks in the young man's tense muscles, Meat could feel Galileo relaxing under her touch, his head flopping forward onto his chest and his breathing gradually slowed.
"I hope your right Meat,"
Meat nodded as she worked. " Ah'm always right. Yer keep tha' thought in tha' handsome head o' yours."
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Post by Galileo Figaro on Mar 14, 2009 6:12:23 GMT -5
Meat's loud sigh made Galileo bite his lip. He guessed he had touched a sore spot. How could he have been so insensitive? With Scaramouche's disappearance, Galileo had withdrawn himself from the crowds, preferring to stay in his room and wallow in self-pity. If it was bad for him he could only imagine how much worse it was for Meat; she had witnessed her own love risk his life to save the Bohemians. She had watched him die in front of her very eyes, powerless to do anything. And now it was almost as if history was repeating itself, only this time there were three young bohemians missing from their ranks.
"Well, yeah it was like this. Ah couldn't stand being left behind, not being sure if he was okay when he wen' on all those bloody scavenging trips. Or when he wen' off lookin' fer the Dreamer. Galileo felt his jaw drop as Meat nodded at him.
"Me?" he asked incredulously.
"Ah actually snuck out after him tha' day we found ye an' Mouche. Brit was very upset with me fer followin' him. But then again, tha' was one of our smaller arguments. We had our share o' problems, like any other couple."
Galileo nodded sympathetically, sorrow holding him captive. "Does the pain ever really go away?" he questioned in a low voice, fighting to keep it from cracking.
"It's alright. Ah'm not gonna burst into tears like a little girl." Galileo couldn't keep the smile off of his face or stop the chuckle that escaped him. He really didn't give Meat enough credit: she was a tough cookie. He held his arms out and drew her into the circle of them, giving her a quick hug, one that he knew they both needed.
"Ah'm always right. Yer keep tha' thought in tha' handsome head o' yours."
The Dreamer blushed. He turned, back towards the blonde seated behind him.
"I'll hold you to that," he responded.
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Post by Meatloaf on Mar 15, 2009 17:10:45 GMT -5
"Me?"
Meat arched an eyebrow at the incredulous edge to Galileo's voice. Did he honestly think not that every Bohemian on Planet Mall hadn't been searching for the Dreamer, searching for their one hope?
" O' course!" she said, giving him a small shove. "Every rebel across the entire Global Shopping Precinct spent their entire lives lookin' fer yer, jus' not sure were te find ye!"
"Does the pain ever really go away?"
" No, not really," she sighed, rapping her arms around herself for a little comfort. " Sure, the pain seems tae numb itself over time... bu' it's always there-" she blinked hard and turned away when her voice wavered, not wanting to break down in front Galileo when she had just said she wouldn't cry.
She wasn't prepared at all when she suddenly felt Galileo rap his arms around her, pulling her close in a tight, but quick, embrace. She turned and buried her face in his chest momentarily, snuffling lightly and breathing in his scent. It was interesting; musky, the smell of well worn leather, but nice all at the same time. She could hear his heartbeat; it was slightly quick, but strong and she let out a soft sigh, her hand absentmindedly stroking his chest in a slow, circular motion.
Once she realized what she was doing, she quickly slid backwards on the bed and looked down, feeling her face flush. She fiddled with a string hanging off of the frayed edge of her shorts. What was she doing?
The blond Scot glanced up when she heard him speak again.
"I'll hold you to that,"
She gave him a small, strained grin.
" Yeah." she murmured.
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Post by Galileo Figaro on Jun 13, 2009 16:04:36 GMT -5
A/N: Gosh its been a long time. Let's seen if I can still keep in character... "O' course! Every rebel across the entire Global Shopping Precinct spent their entire lives lookin' fer yer, jus' not sure were te find ye!"
Galileo looked back at Meat doubtfully. He knew on some level that he had been instrumental in restoring order into the Bohemian's lives, but he still found it difficult to comprehend the idea that he was the idol of so many people; a worshiped hero. A god. Not long ago he was a nobody, picked on by the GaGa Kids for being different: wierd. Nobody believed him. Nobody liked him. One day he was a nobody and the next, he was somebody. He had found Somebody To Love, whom he loved and whom reciprocated.
Or so he'd thought anyway.
"But why?" Galileo asked quietly, more to himself than anyone else. "Why me? It could have been anyone. How did you know it was me?" He remembered Meat having doubts about his revelation of hearing voices in his head. She had been very vocal about them too.
"No, not really." Meat's sigh blew across Galileo's skin, creating goosebumps, the tiny hairs standing up on end. "Sure, the pain seems tae numb itself over time... bu' it's always there-"
Galileo watched with sorrowful eyes as Meat turned away, obviously trying to gain his composure. He felt guilty for bringing up the subject of her former lover; it was obviously that she missed him dearly, even now.
"I'm sorry Meat," he said as she complied, turning into the warmth of his body, snuggling closer. He felt a shiver wrack his body; the simple movement from Meat sending his senses into overdrive. He didn't understand; he loved Scaramouche. He was startled as she pulled away from him abruptly, putting some distance between them on the bed. He watched as she began to fiddle with the frayed fabric of her attire; he had never seen Meat do that in the relatively short time he had known her.
"Meat?" he asked tentitively. "What's the matter?"
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Post by Meatloaf on Jun 22, 2009 14:51:12 GMT -5
A/N: Ah I know what you mean!
"But why?" Meat heard Galileo ask quietly. "Why me? It could have been anyone. How did you know it was me?"
Crossing her fishnet clad arms over her chest, the blond Scot gave the young man seated next to her pointed look. "How di' we nae it was ye?" she repeated, bringing her hand up and cupping her chin, looking like she was thinking hard over the answer "Well maybe there was the fact tha' ye where constantly spouting ou' words from the holy texts." she shrugged her shoulders " Sure, Ah though' ye' where a spy... but ye gotta look a' it from me point o' view."
"I'm sorry Meat,"
Meat let out another heavy sigh laced with with sadness and exhaustion. " Ah nae ye are." she murmured as he held her close.
As soon as she turned away though, feeling her face flush hot for no good reason, she heard Galileo ask in a tentative voice what was wrong and she stiffened slightly, feeling very nervous. Why did she feel like this?
" Ah don' nae..." she rasped out, her back still turned, " Ah... it's jus'... Ah'm lonely! So fuckin' lonely" she finally screamed, spinning around to face Galileo, her eyes filled with tears and her make-up pooling up and streaming down her face, leaving black streaks down her painted pink cheeks. "Ah keep tryin' to put on this strong face every since Brit died, everyone says "Oh it's jus' Meat, the constant party girl! She'll hav' a couple o' drinks an' be jus' fine!" bu' it's not true!"
Letting out a heavy sob, Meat hugged her knees up against her chest, staring vacantly ahead of her. "Sometimes Ah feel like the pain is jus' too much. Me heart feels like it's abou' tae be torn in two and I can't stand it." she said in a dead tone of voice " Ah've actually though about... ending it all... jus' so Ah don' have to feel anymore."
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Post by Galileo Figaro on Jun 23, 2009 7:49:52 GMT -5
Galileo watched as Meat crossed her arms over her chest, taking note of her pointed look: the slight tilt to her head; the dark look from underneath her eyebrows. He shifted nervously. "How di' we nae it was ye?" Galileo watched as she brought her hand up to her chin, posing in a mock-thinking position. Okay, Galileo was definitely not the brightest tool in the box...
"Well maybe there was the fact tha' ye where constantly spouting ou' words from the holy texts. Sure, Ah though' ye' where a spy... but ye gotta look a' it from me point o' view."
When Meat put it like that Galileo realised that there was some sense to her reasoning. If they had been searching for The One all their lives and had almost always failed they were used to living with the disappointment. It must have been a bit of a shock when Galileo showed up and started spouting words and phrases from The Holy Text: how could they have not known he wasn't a spy? Whilst he looked like a Rebel to the GaGa Kids, to the Bohemians he looked like a GaGa Kid. He much preferred the Bohemian way of life. He'd pick that over GaGa any day of the week!
"I guess so..." Galileo murmured.
As he held her in his arms, he felt her relax into his embrace, her heavy sigh blowing against his grubby top. He heard her faintly mumble against his chest, although the words were slightly muffled. He didn't question her, just instead held her close, rubbing his hand up and down her back in a comforting manner, letting her escape the harsh truth reality held for her, knowing she needed a brief reprieve from it all. As she pulled away and turned her back on him, he couldn't help the sense of loss that suddenly invaded him. He watched her stiffen at his questioning, wondering what he had done wrong this time.
"Ah don' nae..." The raspy timbre to her voice tore a jagged hole at his heart. Meat was his friend. He should have known that something was up long ago. "Ah... it's jus'... Ah'm lonely! So fuckin' lonely!" Galileo realised that this had been bottled up for a long time and Meat needed a release. He let her continue her rant, the pain expressed through her voice shocking Galileo. As she turned around he noted the black streaks sliding down her cheeks as she cried openly, her emotions raw. "Ah keep tryin' to put on this strong face every since Brit died, everyone says "Oh it's jus' Meat, the constant party girl! She'll hav' a couple o' drinks an' be jus' fine!" bu' it's not true!"
Galileo watched helplessly as Meat sank to the floor, hugging her knees close. He didn't know what to do. He had never experienced this with Scaramouche, who kept her emotions bottled up most of the time only to let them out in an angry tirade. Not only that, but he had never known Meat to be like this. "Sometimes Ah feel like the pain is jus' too much. Me heart feels like it's abou' tae be torn in two and I can't stand it. Ah've actually though about... ending it all... jus' so Ah don' have to feel anymore."
Galileo stared at Meat, his facial feature arranged in shock. He approached her slowly, his worn boots echoing dully on the tiled floor. He squatted down in front of the Blonde Scot, sliding into a sitting position.
"Meat... Ending it all won't solve anything," he said quietly in a rare moment of total seriousness. "It would only make the pain... well... worse..." He licked his suddenly dry lips. "Have you... you know... Ever told anyone that you feel like, well... like this?" Then in a moment of total spontaneity, he pulled her back into his arms, resting his cheek again the top of her head as he rocked from side to side.
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Post by Meatloaf on Jun 24, 2009 12:22:36 GMT -5
Meat continued to let out dry sobs that racked through her skinny frame, curled up in a tight ball on the floor. She barely noticed Galileo slid of the bed and seat himself in front of her.
"Meat... Ending it all won't solve anything,"
The total and complete seriousness in the young man's voice was enough to make Meat look up slightly, peering at him through red rimmed eyes and a thick curtain of rubbish filled blond hair.
"It would only make the pain... well... worse..."
"Yeah? How would ye' nae?" she mumbled incoherently in a dry voice, her throat suddenly parched. She flicked her tongue out to lick her lips, accidentally smudging her hot pink lipstick when doing so.
"Have you... you know... Ever told anyone that you feel like, well... like this?"
Sniffling lightly though her nose, Meat shook her head slowly, reaching up to try to wipe away some of the black streaks on her cheeks, but in retrospect only making it look even worse. She allowed Galileo to pull her back into his arms, laying like a limp doll in his hold. She noted vaguely that he was rocking her gently and his cheek was resting on the feather filled crown of her head.
"No..." she said hoarsely, letting out a hiccup. "Yer the only one...". Her voice trailed away as she turned her face upwards to stare at him, reaching up with a shaking gloved hand to stroke along his rather strong jawline the without even thinking about she was doing, tilted her head upwards and placed a desperate kiss on his lips, reaching up with her other hand to tangle it in the dark hair at the nape of his neck.
She realized what she was doing was wrong, Scaramouche would murder her without a question if the purple haired girl found out. But the Bad-Arsed Babe wasn't here at the moment and the blond Scot didn't really care anymore what her "friend" would do...
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