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words I won't say | {cody/imogen} | blitz Sept 27, 2015 1:19:47 GMT -5

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Post by umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars] on Sept 27, 2015 1:19:47 GMT -5

I M O G E N

"Cody Bowers-Fox!"

Oh, for fuck's sake. she thought. Fate, it seemed, was the magnifying glass between the sun and little, squirming Imogen Tarver, and this was simply the last straw. Her lfe was already a mess and now the one person she could--

No, no Imogen Tarver was not supposed to give a shit. She didn't give a shit. But she still found it hard to breathe when they escorted him inside the Justice Building, and when the doors slammed shut, the sort of finalization they had, as if they said "And there is nothing you, Imogen Tarver, can do about it," her eyes stung with tears. Real, stupid, pathetic tears.

And she found herself waiting, among others, to say goodbye. Erastus sobbed but since his return, it wasn't a big difference in his usual behavior. "Do you have a piece of paper?" she asked, fishing a pen from her pocket and scribbling one tiny sentence she had never had the bravery to say out loud as Erastus handed over a clean napkin. Lucky napkin, she thought, since any longer and it would have dripped with tears and dribble and mucus and whatever else decided to leak from Erastus Fox.

For reasons she could not fathom, she patted him on the back to calm him down until the workers in white came up with a clipboard. "Imogen Tarver, you're up first. Three minutes." She thought about giving him an earful but then she remembered what they had done to Duncan and Cody and Erastus and they hadn't ever done anything. So she bit her cheek and pushed past him into the room.

"You've got some nerve," she said, her voice completely lacking the ferocity she wanted it to have. "Making me-- No. We really screwed the pooch this time, didn't they?" She stepped forward and shoved the folded napkin into his palm. "Don't read this until you are alone. As in after I'm gone." Tears stung her eyes and she growled. "It's so fucking dry in here, damn it!" There was no fooling him, though. She knew why she cried and so did he, so she let her walls down for a second and crashed into him. "Please come back, Cody. Please." That was a word she did not use very often, but she realized she would have said it a hundred times if it meant he would come back to her.

She glanced at the napkin and she hoped he knew she meant what she had written because, in truth, she did.

Four silly words: "Hey, I love you."

^{I AM A GARDEN OF BLACK AND RED AGONIES}

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words I won't say | {cody/imogen} | blitz Sept 28, 2015 12:53:02 GMT -5

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Post by Deleted on Sept 28, 2015 12:53:02 GMT -5

cody bowers-fox

My brother fell if simply due to the one thing I was not.

He loved with every ounce of his being; he found compassion in the crevices where my flood ran dry. There was no debate when it came to the differences of our moral opinion, which is why he found his lover in the blood of the living, and I had only his coffin as a reminder to voice my sorrows when they seemed most benign.

I had a lover in the lost, with a name spelt Imogen Tarver and a hand that held sturdy in the times where stability was falling to the fault line of a fallible universe. She is the split seconds before the storm, the time during which you which the horizon in hopes of heaven or hell without knowing which card fortune will deal.

In the silence that passes those seconds now, I do not question which I will pull from fate’s palm. “You’ve got some nerve,” A smirk sure to fade in the passing time does not stop its appearance as it crosses my face. Words trailed one into the other she continues without waiting for a response, which, as it seemed, was the general outcome, even during the periods of time during which peril did not threaten to pull apart interlaced fingers.

A palm of my own pulled open and she’s placing paper in the same, tone tinged with tears and I can do nothing but let the smirk drop and a straight face take pilot in its place, “Don’t read this until you are alone. As in after I’m gone.”

The hole in my heart was never patched by Imogen Tarver, but she had been quick to play the part of masquerading over the missing and the misconstrued.

Her body pressed to my own I lay a closed palm compressing paper to the small of her back before rested a free hand against her neck if only to close the space that seemed linger. A quick kiss to her forehead and there are words in the place of a hardened heart, “Please come back, Cody. Please.”

Shot in the heart and an empty chamber for a mind I do not let her expand the space between us as I hold her tightly and whisper to her ear, “We both know I am not one for promises, Imogen Tarver.”