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  • Start of Something New

    Skye," he whispers, locking her gaze. She doesn't look away — doesn't move apart from him. "What — what're we doing?"

  • Almost

    It's impossible to sleep now; the dreams come back and haunt her full force, so badly that she's left with a pounding heart and a heaving chest, clutching the empty sheets with pale white hands.

  • Of Wandering Nights and Stolen Kisses

    "Hey," she whispers, voice low and soft. He reaches for her almost on instinct, stepping closer and brushing her fingers aside.

  • Once and For All

    But when she wakes up in a cold sweat for the umpteenth time, remnants of tear stains littering her cheeks, she knows that this has to stop.

  • We Can Only Ever Try

    She can't be anywhere too bad, right? Right?

  • Never Again

    He thinks she's done. Until: "But most of all — I hate that I don't actually hate you," she whispers in the tiniest voice he's ever heard.

  • You Won't Hurt Me

    Her eyes, wide and innocent, are pools of sadness; fingers are lying limply by her side, as if she's already given up. Already accepted her fate.

  • I Will Always Save You

    He wasn't supposed to fall in love with her.

  • The Girl Amongst The Stars

    Of course, it's just his luck that he falls for the girl who came from the stars. / SkyeWard AU.

  • i would never hurt you, not in a thousand years

    "Don't play with me," she chokes, desperately trying to keep the tears back. "Don't. Not now. Not after everything you've done."

  • The Power of the Waking World

    She wakes up in a flash of panic and pain, the sheets hot and sticky with sweat.

  • I Can't Forget You, No Matter How Hard I Try

    She can't seem to forget him.

  • Don't Leave Me

    She doesn't know if she should trust him — not now, not after everything that's happened. Her battle weary mind tells her that she should put one in his forehead and bolt. But her heart tells her different.

  • Loud Enough To Wake The Dead

    The droplets are slipping through her hair as he moves one hand to thread itself through the waves, his fingers kneading into it with the desperation of a broken man — because that was what he was, without her. He was a shattered man with a brilliant, severed heart; because she was a part woven into him that he just could not let go.

  • Someday

    His jaw twitches; he's still beyond her reach. A coil of anger rises in her, her eyes narrowing with her resentment. "Someday," he tells her, his eyes blinking to reveal an emotion of sorrow. "Someday, you'll understand."

  • Echoing Pattern of Despair

    She doesn't expect him to jerk his hand over the inside of her elbow, clutching it tightly, while muttering, "Hey." His fingers are pounding against the soft spot, squeezing and pressing his thumb onto her skin, burning it there, keeping her firmly in place and pulling her steps away from the doorway. / Based on ending of 1x19.

  • Of Early Mornings and Hasty Kisses

    It's nice to know sometimes that under all that humor, under all those masks of indifference, that she's still a child at heart. At twenty-four she's lived far more than most people have in a lifetime and sometimes that scares him; because someone as pure as her shouldn't have had to gone through the things she has.

  • Agony

    Because she had fallen in love with this man, a terrifying soul now present in her heart, her thoughts, and her lips.

  • A Good Man

    But she looks up and glares at him. She won't give this up. "I know you," she tells him, her voice sharp. "Something's different. Please, Ward. Don't shut me out." / Based loosely on the 1x19 promo.

  • Sorry

    He whispers, "I'm sorry." And he means it. / Based roughly on thoughts seen on tumblr and 1x20 promotional photos.