"Don't be afraid. I will make your tomato shiny."

"I don't want to talk to you."



(Reach mun here, too.)

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{A bit of fic and a very Happy Birthday to Charley. Until you get tangible words, have these words. This is rift-ish, but not binding. Neal is borrowed with love. Just something we joked around about for awhile that I thought I'd give a bit of life to. Have a song, too. <333}

"You think it will hold?" Neal tips his head to the side curiously.

"One way to find out!" Parker grins and takes a flying jump, then lands on the bed. It bounces her a bit, but holds. She beams at him. "Holds one!"

"Let's see if it holds two." He pauses. "Do you mind?"

She considers it for a moment and shrugs. "Go ahead."

Neal sits on the edge of the bed and gives it a slight bounce as he meets her eyes. He's grinning as well. "I think we did good."

"Alright!" She holds her hand up for a high-five and he meets it. Her head tips back and her eyes gaze up to the sky that surrounds them on the roof of the Kashtta. "It's so awesome up here."

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The City | part one | part two

part three

The thing about The City was that it was powered by emotion, fear, and control. It looked like any worn down, war-torn place, but there was more to it than that. The City was policed by The Brigade, and The Brigade was under the direct hand of Harper Kane. Kane was the President of The City, and he had been ruling by oppression for more than twenty years. He was called President, but he was more of a dictator than anything else.

The City had never been an especially pleasant place even before his rise in power, but it had only gotten worse since. The City was a world that didn't expand further than itself, and the population dwindled more and more each decade because of it. Even Kane wasn't safe from the unseen monsters that truly took rule in The City. He and his Brigade, his entire government, were just pawns. The darkness that swept over everyone and controlled them, controlled everything. It made people angrier, more bitter, and capable of anything.

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{Goes with this. Idk still.}

Parker couldn't remember her name, but she could feel it in the back of her mind. She still knew who she was even if she couldn't form a sound to go with it. She couldn't remember that she had been in The City for three months, but she knew that it had been a long time. It wasn't that she couldn't keep track of the days, they just weren't as concrete as she remembered them once being. Night lasted longer than it should have, and even the days weren't very light.

It wasn't so simple as forgetting though. It was the place. The City. It was the ghosts, which were the only way she knew how to call them. The powers that circled around constantly, that chose what she could and couldn't remember. They pushed pictures and emotions onto her, but didn't let her recall them herself to know what they were or why they hurt.

Sometimes she saw it in flashes. A flash of a man, waving a stuffed bunny in the air, then flames. And with it she felt a sense of accomplishment, pride even, and she didn't know what that meant. She saw other flashes, blurry faces of people that she thought she should know, but who she couldn't place. And each time a longing ached through her, and she knew she missed them. Whoever they were.

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{Something Rift-AU I think. Not binding. IDK. Just writing.}

It took her a long time to accept where she was, and every day she fought to go back. She wanted to go home. Not to Boston, but to Chicago. Chicago, that Chicago, was home. That was where people cared about her and wanted her, that was where she was happy, and she wanted to go home.

The place she was suddenly in wasn't good, and it wasn't anything like home. It was dark, and it did things to her. It made her think about things she didn't want to think about, and it made her start to forget. It was small things at first, like the coffee shop that made really good hot chocolate, and the guy that worked there who always gave her extra whipped cream. She forgot about her favorite tree and the way Grant Park looked as the sun went down. Then she forgot that Grant Park even had a name.

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Parker; for anyone who wants to tag in.

Logging:
Parker and Sam as the most dysfunctional and adorable parents ever.

I used to have a brother, but he died. He died because I taught him to ride a bike and he got hit. I was there when it happened. It was my fault for teaching him.

People always leave. They die or leave me or send me away.

I don't know how I'm supposed to love somebody if they're just going to die or go away.





I don't think anyone will ever really love me if they know everything about me. Not enough to stay.

I don't know if I want anyone to.

I don't...want to talk about what happened last night, okay? And....I don't want you to write about it or watch it again. Not...not about that. If that's all you want to talk about, I don't know why we're here.

Just go...think about how much Eliot loves Hardison some more or something. Or tag things. Find something else to do that isn't watching that episode again or making me deal with it.

THIS IS NOT A DISCUSSION.

So in honor of the awesome news of Leverage being picked up for a 5th season, there is a meme here.

This in substitution for last night's that went bust.