Memories Of The Past (FINISHED)

[Serenity]

"Did your father compete in the games? Also, he shouldn't expect you to be himself. Maybe he's taking his regrets out on you." It was getting harder and harder to resist throwing my arms around him and hugging him. His father was coming across me as a bit of an antagonist. "You go at each others throats, huh? Thomas, I'm sure your family loves you. In fact, I'm positive they love you." I think to my parents and how proud they are of my brother. The one person they 100% let train to be a Career. If Thomas had ever been born into my family I swear he would have been the favorite. I wouldn't even be considered family... I blinked the thought away."Do you have any siblings?" I bit the pink skin on the inside of my mouth looking down at his arm.

A bar and grill. And his dad took him? My vision of his father seemed to lighten. "Well then, you'll just have to show me this restaurant" I say playfully in a matter-of-fact tone. I raise my head and smile like the queen of England then lower my head and let out a small laugh, looking up at his face. God, he's handsome no matter how I look at him... I feel my face flush in red.

I put my hand over my cheek, half covering my mouth and my fingers placed over my nose. I was smiling at him and I was about to protest when he told me I should go in first. I feel my hand slowly slip off my face. My eyes widen, probably sparkling for all I know. My mouth opens just a bit and I plant my feet, freezing. Beautiful... The light behind him placed a gentle glow on him. His outstretched hand to wards me. I'm so speechless I can barely even breath. I stare at him like he's an angel and I can't look away.

I catch my breath and realize I left him standing there. I take a slow step for wards hearing my shoes silently tap the floor. I lift my arm and gently place my hand in his. His hand is sort of cold but my mind flashes to an old saying I heard. People with cold hands have warm hearts. I have no doubt in my mind he's as perfect as anyone can get. His hand is big around mine and I step for wards pulling him into the lamp light. I look up at the tall old fashion lamp, standing in the middle. I slowly look back to normal and stare into Thomas' eyes, not sure what to do and forgetting the park and everything.

I relax my hand, smiling at him. I have no way to hide my blushing face. "It's nice to finally see you for real." I say to him, eyelids slightly drooped. I look at all his features, trying to memorize them. I close my eyes. "I'm not what you expected me to look like right?"

[Gale Hawthorne: Ace Attorney]

"He never competed," he replied. "If he did, we'd either be in Victor's Village already or I wouldn't be standing here." He shrugged merrily. "Thank God he was a waste of a career, I suppose." He seemed to take a bit of pleasure in that one- the kind that one would get from tossing a rotten tomato at a bad performer. "But... thanks," he added. "I try to think the same way, even if sometimes it gets hard."

He let his eyes trail along the ground for a moment."Yeah, I have a brother. We get along better, though, even if we don't have a lot in common. Hell, he probably even has the same take on our father." He didn't carry on about his brother for much longer, especially because of how interested she sounded in the restaurant. It sounded like more of a tactful invitation than anything else, especially when he looked up. "Whenever you like," he insisted. Somehow, he managed to keep his tone solid even though he was staring down a dream come true.

Rosette was beyond perfect. Even with the relatively few scars he saw on her, her skin must have been as soft as a cloud. He hadn't noticed her legs in the fleeting darkness, and it was rare for him to notice anyone's to begin with, but they stunned him. Her scarlet-red hair was an even more extravagant shade than he imagined, but she managed to make it look like something completely natural. Her most striking feature, however, was still her gleaming eyes- only now the light was hitting them perfectly.

The fact that they were different colors was hardly an issue- if both of them had been either one of those two breathtaking shades, they would have been stunning. One was a deep, sparkling emerald, and the other was the most hypnotic shade of brown he'd ever seen. "N-no," he admitted weakly. "I expected... well, flaws, or something." Her expression made it for him- he couldn't take his eyes off her, but for once, it seemed he didn't have to.

"But in all seriousness," He let out a sigh under a blithe smile, hoping it would help clear his mind. It did work, but only for a few short seconds before his thoughts were back on her. "You're... like a work of art." He could barely keep himself from falling apart. "Having you crash into me tonight was a miracle."

[Serenity]

I just simply nod at his answers not really wanting to drag him on about his family. I didn't say a word afterwords, anyways, dropping the subjects and forgetting them. I stare at his gorgeous, waved hair, perfectly made up except for the one little area where it seems flatter. His hair looked soft and well groomed. That just enhances the over all look of his figure. His dark astounding brown eyes which look into mine stops my breath and I think back to when I was a little girl. My father told me about the "rose" in my eyes but I never saw it. I could see it plain as day now, staring into his eyes. The elegant crooked circles around his eyes created the rose as if I was looking at it from above.

I couldn't tear my eyes away and, when I blinked and refocused, I couldn't help but try to look longer. It was honestly like I was staring at gods messenger. The light was like a waterfall, pouring over him like water. It rested on him, shining brighter around his body outline. I didn't want to blink. If I could, I would have stood here and just looked at him until I wasted away. His shy smile took the cake and I felt my hand slip out of his, dropping to my side. Why is he looking at me like that? I think trying to quell the blush spread across my cheeks.

"You're... Kidding right? I'm no work of art... But, you are... Angelic..." I say stalling for a better word. Incredible wouldn't sum it up. Perfect didn't even get close. Angelic was a substitute. What on earth could I possibly say? I stop myself for a second, gazing into his deep brown eyes.

"Meeting you is probably- No, it is the best thing that has ever happened to me." I stammer for a word but all that comes out of my mouth is air. I can feel my legs shaking and I hope he doesn't see it. I look at his build, slender but, strong. Hard but, gentle. I look at his eyes. Really look at his eyes and almost take a step back knowing my blushing was getting out of hand. "Ah, I'm sorry... Your probably tired of hanging out with me..." I say half in the light. With half my heart.

[Gale Hawthorne: Ace Attorney]

He scratched the back of his head, trying not to come off as smug. What else was he supposed to do? Just waiting for her to finish blinking to see her eyes again felt like the wait of a lifetime. He would have gladly settled for just being around someone to blatantly perfect - beyond perfect - but she was gazing at him.

"No, you're right, maybe a work of art was a harsh understatement, but..." he took a breath, trying to stay still. "I don't know what else to call you. I can't make a new word for you, either- words have to come from somewhere, and..." He couldn't stop smiling. He ran a hand down the length of his face, partially to bite back the temptation to explore hers. "...there's really just no precedent for you."

He hoped no one was planning on upsetting him anytime soon- for their sake, if anything. As long as he had this to look back on, it wasn't going to work. "Who could possibly get tired of hanging out with you?" Come to think of it, he was becoming a bit fatigued in the dead of night. Staying out with her was tempting- ideally, they would find a way to spend the night together, but... Unfortunate implications, much? He resolved that he would just enjoy her company for what little time he had.

"I mean, if you're getting tired, I guess we can head in and I'll see you tomorrow. No later than that, though- I don't know how long I'd be able to last without going mad."

[Serenity]

I bite my bottom lip and look down, to the left, avoiding his look. He was looking at me like I was everything. Like I was something. I breath out, more to blow away dandelion puffs floating in the air around me than to actually start breathing again. I flicker my eyes up and look at him again. I'm not sure how long we had stood there, just staring. I clench and relax my fingers, resisting the urge to step for wards and take his hand. My eyes wander over his face and I don't want to stop just looking at him.

"I'm glad our District has you in it" I tilt my head back up, stepping back into the light. "I wish we had more Careers like you. Hell, I wish every Career was like you. Your beyond perfect... I- I'm sorry I can't even come up with a word that... describes you either." Description was usually my strong point but now... Now was different. I felt tired but I fought it, knowing I would have to go to sleep and leave Thomas if I went home.

"But... I really don't want to go home..." I murmur in a childish way but, it was true. I wanted to talk to Thomas all night. I felt my head tilt up and look at him standing just a bit over me. I feel my eyes spark and I take a moment to comprehend what he said. Go mad... I look down trying to understand it, my eyes insatiably curious. I flick my head up so fast my knees almost give out, my vision blacking for a second then replaced by dizziness. I see my hair wave up then fall back down to around my shoulders.

I stare into his eyes, pressing my tongue to my upper sharp teeth on the left side, inside my mouth. A strand of hair falls into my vision and tickles my cheek. I felt my chest rise, my breathing slowing. I brush the strand of my hair off my face and feel my lips separate, eyebrows raised. "I'd love to see you tomorrow..." I say breathlessly. "I'll see you when ever you want to see me." I close my slightly open mouth and flash my teeth at him in a huge smile, my stupid piece of hair falling back in front of my face, but, I leave it not caring.

"I love hanging out with you. I really don't want to leave but, if your tired I know you need your rest." I didn't want him coming out, for me, and getting tired but pushing himself. My heart flutters like the wings of a butterfly and I give him what I hoped was a gentle smile but, all I felt in my smile was splotches of worry here and there.

((For some reason this reminds me of She Will Be Loved -Maroon 5 ))

[Gale Hawthorne: Ace Attorney]

"Every career in the District like me?" Rejecting the notion had to wait a few moments- he needed time to accept that Rosette was being as earnest as he was. "I don't know if I could handle that... well, unless everyone else in the district was like you." Finding a way to keep his hand off of her shoulder, he put it behind his back to grab his other arm. "As amazing as that would be, though, just having one of you is more than I should be asking for."

Every word that came out of her mouth made her more endearing. She didn't want to go home- he was worth something to her- probably quite a lot. "I don't want to, either," he admitted. "...Stay with me, then. I think I have until dawn, at least... if I end up crashing, just wake me up and try to walk me to the library across the way- I'll sleep under one of the decks there if it comes to it."

He let his hands sink back to his sides. "I'm sorry if I'm acting a bit familiar." He gritted his teeth. His mouth was shut, hiding the mannerism, but he could still feel it. "It just feels right... can we sit down, by the way? The slide's right there, and," he closed his eyes for about a solid second, "well, you're making it hard to stand."


((Sorry it came out so short after all that time XD ; late-night multi-tasking is tough))

[Serenity]

I scan his eyes while he's talking. His gorgeous brown eyes are full of something that I just can't put my finger on. I watched him put his hand behind his back then his fingers reappeared on his other arm. It was almost like he was... Resisting? I look at his arm for a moment, taking in what he said. Then, my eyes dart back to his, blinking twice in a row full of sincere curiosity. "Every other person like me, hm? I'm sure that would get boring after a few minutes. At least I would be able to cheer you on with a thousand other people who agree your incredible." I grin at him, eyelids sliding down just by a millimeter or so. "Your as perfect as perfect gets, Thomas. There's nothing more I can say on the subject..." I let out a short laugh. "You're making me speechless... I wish you knew how much you mean to me... "

His declaration of not wanting to go home either made it harder to ignore the little voice in my head, telling me to walk over and wrap my arms around him. I feel my face get hot and I know there's no way I'll be able to stop this blushing wave. The way he hesitates before he says the next bit makes me just about run up and put my head on his shoulder. My foot edges for wards and I plant it down, knowing the voice in my head might just get it's way if I don't. My mind spoke before I had the chance to hold it back. "If you crash then you can use my lap as a pillow." I look away from his eyes. "If I have you out here with me then I know I'm safe from other Careers who enjoy training by beating others up or anything else... Even if your asleep I'm positive I'll be okay."

I realize what I've said and shrink into my shoulders. He seemed like he really wanted to talk with me and I was fully prepared to talk to him. I let out a laugh. He was being nice telling me he was having difficulties standing. He was being modest... Right? "It's okay if you act like that with me. It does feel right and if it makes you feel comfortable it's fine by me. And, I wouldn't mind sitting down..." I try to move my foot and realize if I don't get some help, I'll land on my face. I look, desperately searching through his eyes. "C-can you help me? I don't think I can move, you amazed me that much..." I whimper the last part descending in noise as if I didn't want to let him hear me say it. I reach out my hand and try to raise my foot. I can hover it above the ground for a few seconds but then I put my foot down and almost fall over. I hope he knew I wasn't exaggerating this. I had planted my feet down, against the will of my mind, so hard I could barely move them.

((If your busy, take your time, I really don't mind. Just means I have something else to look forwards to when I wake up :9 Hurray for Multi-Tasking!))

[Gale Hawthorne: Ace Attorney]

...What I mean to her? He didn't expect something so heartfelt from anyone, let alone someone he'd only met that night. He must have found someone very special - he did, rather, - but there was also a fair chance that Rosette just needed the same encouragement he did. It'd certainly explain why we've both taken up gallivanting around at night. The thought amused him, but the approach that followed awed him.

No feeling in the world compared to the touch of another human being. That being said, there were differences between one person and another; some better, some worse. Body frame, skin quality, and most importantly emotion were all crucial parts of what made an embrace a miracle of life- it would've been beyond him how anyone's touch could have measured up to Rosette's. "I'm not sure you if I told you that crashing into you was the best thing that's ever happened to me yet," he started, running a hand across her back, "but if I did... this is better."

Still, one passing comment triggered a roll in his eyes. "There are careers that beat people up for training?" The thought made him wince. "That's... disturbing. If anything, I'm even more relieved that I'm not alone right now, but that's really just nasty." He nodded. "I can try to help you, but I can't make any promises about not losing my balance." He moved to her side, stroking her cheek lightly. "I'm still not sure I've adjusted."

[Serenity]

I feel his hand slide across my back and my stomach sucks in. I can just barely resist putting my arms around him. I look for wards and mumble "Your the best thing that's ever happened to me..." The turning feeling in my belly wouldn't stop. It made me want to turn and snuggle into his arm. But, I fought against it. I had just met him tonight, I think sternly. Then I relax, but it's like I've known him forever. "I'm so incredibly happy I ran into you tonight. If I didn't... God, what would I do? There's absolutely nothing I would rather be doing right now."

I didn't want to fight myself anymore. I feel myself lean to wards him. I tilt my head up and watch as he rolls his eyes. "I'm surprised you didn't know about them. There's one or two groups of them who more or less just hate me because they can." I look around as if to look for them, by reflex. I feel my body freeze in fear and I scan the park just incase. I look up at Thomas knowing there's bits of fear in my eyes. "It's horrible what they do... I hope you never meet them..." I shake my head trying to clear my mind and make all the horrid memories I get from just talking about the subject.

As he stepped closer to me I felt myself trying to control how loud I was breathing. I was breathing pretty quietly, thank the lord. I feel him stroke my cheek and I can't stop myself from putting my arm around his waist and snuggling into his shoulder. I felt like a puppy but, it felt so comfortable just how it was, I didn't care. I shut my eyes and lean on him, half tired, half just shutting my eyes and taking in the moment. "We can help each other then." I say sort of quiet but stubbornly. I didn't want to fall asleep, no matter what. "If I fall asleep, first off know I'm very comfortable if I crash beside you. Second, I really don't want to fall asleep and not be able to see you." I look up at his eyes wondering what he was thinking about.

[Gale Hawthorne: Ace Attorney]

"...Thank you." He couldn't stop smiling, even when he told himself to. Guiding her to the slide, he separated from her for a brief moment so they could sit. When they descended, his arm was already back- being without her for that fraction of a second felt strange- like leaving warm water and stepping into cold air. His take on it made him slightly uneasy, but he couldn't keep from cherishing it. I'm... definitely obsessed. He tried to dodge the thought- deny that it wasn't natural. "Not that I want to think about it, but if we hadn't met, wouldn't you still be... I'm sorry, what were you doing out here before we met?"

Terrible things? "Why would anyone hate you?" He looked into her eyes as she sat, almost troubled by the thought. Anyone with half a brain should be able to tell how amazing you are. Nearly getting lost in her eyes, his expression softened again. "I guess anyone with eyesight would be pretty jealous of you, though." He brushed past her shoulder. "I'd actually be very interested in meeting some of these people- we're careers too, right? I'm sure anything we do in turn can be chalked up to self-defense." His eyes gleamed.

"Sorry, I can be a bit dark at times," he admitted. "You can imagine how heartbroken I'd be if anything happened to you, though..." He peered toward the ground, changing the subject. "I'd love to, but don't you have to be home before your parents know you're gone?" He paused to brainstorm. "If we fall asleep near my house, I could just sneak back in through my window, freshen up, and go straight back out the door, but where would that leave you?"

[Serenity]

I hesitate before telling him. "Practicing juggling my knives." I say with a hint of guilt mixed in with a bit of pride. I close my eyes and enjoy the warmth his arm gives me. "I just stopped. Right now, if it weren't for you, I would probably be lying on a hill or something. Not much fun in that." Now that were talking about what we were doing before... "What were you doing?"

I adjust my position so that I can properly rest my head of his shoulder. I place my head down gently. I look up at the stars in the sky and think. Why would anyone hate me? There's a lot of reasons... "They wouldn't be jealous of me if they met you. You would steal their attention. Strong, casual, brilliant..." I couldn't help but lean for wards looking in his eyes. I almost fall onto his lap. I smile at him. I spark in his eyes completes it and I have to shut my eyes for a minute. I'm getting so tired... No. No, no no! I will not fall asleep. I listen with my eyes closed.

My eyes slowly open when he starts about having a broken heart. He would have a broken heart? Was I really that much to him? I give him a small squeeze, and look at him with all the gratitude I can manage. I have no response, except I'll never let anything bad happen... For you, which I don't say. I can't think of anything to say so, I wrap my arms around him and hug Thomas with everything I've got. I just sit there for a minute doing just that. I bring my knees up in front of me. "They won't care. I'm not even their daughter anymore. They only let me in for money, bathrooms, socializing with my brother (which is rare) and sleep. Which I'm perfectly fine doing if your here. If you sneak in to your house, lean me against a tree or something if I'm asleep. I'll always wait for you."

My knees fall to the side and I curl in. I look at him hating myself for being tired. "Do you mind if I put my head on your lap? I might fall asleep... I'm sorry."

[Gale Hawthorne: Ace Attorney]

"You'll have to show me some time. Now now, of course, but do you still have your knives on you?" His voice was a touch more casual again. "I think lying on a hill would be fun if I had someone like you with me." His hand brushed past her jaw behind her ear when her head found its way to his shoulder. "I was just out for a walk," he replied.

"I walk almost every night- sometimes something exciting happens, but this is the first time I had a cute girl turn up." His eyes scanned her again as he tried to keep them open. "Eh, forget them for now. We'll be up all night if I have to maintain that they're jealous of you and that's the end of it (as right as I might be)... and sure, if you want." The light squeeze brightened his smile.

"...But, I might be falling asleep, too. I don't want to be kicking you in the head by accident." He rose for a moment, easing her up with him. "...If I could just take you in my arms like this," he drew her in gently, "We could probably both fall asleep soon... I don't think I've ever slept outside before, but with you here it shouldn't be too hard."

He didn't respond to her story right away, but he understood her a little more when it was through. If her parents treat her like that... she must really need affection. Thomas thought he needed quite a bit himself, but he could only imagine what her life at home was like. Coming back to where they were sitting and slowly lying down, he resolved to make sure Rosette could get everything she needed from him.

[Serenity]

He was the first person who had ever asked me to juggle my knives. No one had ever asked me, told me or forced me to do it before. I look down, almost staring at the floor. "Of course I'll show you," I tell him with a smile, "but, in return I want you to show me what you can do. I can show you when ever you want me to." Feeling his hand slide down my jaw was so relaxing I couldn't resist closing my eyes and enjoying the moment. The weight of my eyelashes were getting heavy against my eyelids. I'm not going to sleep now, I think stubbornly. I swear I won't. My thoughts drift off to his next comment. "I wouldn't mind lying on a hill with you, either. We could watch the sunset, right?"

When we stood up, I was about to open my mouth in confusion but, kept it closed when he pulled me in, arms around me. I stood there for a moment, arms at my sides, looking behind him for a moment. Eyes wide, I slowly look at him from the corner of my eyes. I feel a smile creep on my face and I look down. When he lets go I stand there for a second to long, then blush outrageously hard, taking a small step back after kissing his cheek lightly. Honestly, this was my first time sleeping outside, too. Sleeping in the basement was usually what happened to me. Sometimes I would take myself camping but I had never slept outside with no blankets or anything. "I'm comfortable enough with you that I could sleep anywhere, Thomas. But, only if your there with me... "

I lie down beside him, wondering what's going on in his mind. I look at his face for a while then just focus on the sky. I try to count the stars but give up after a minute. Suddenly, I realize it's been a bit too quiet for too long. I look over at Thomas. "Is there anything else I need to know about you?"

((Sorry Dx I was sick today... My mind just doesn't work when I'm sick... ))

[Gale Hawthorne: Ace Attorney]

"What I can do?" He traced the route back to his house in his mind. "I think I can manage that." Talk of the sunset bounced off of him, but he could still manage a response. "Mmhm. We'll have to make it a point to do that one day now."

"Is there anything else I need to know about you?

He laughed quietly. "I don't think so," he reassured. "Anyway, you should probably get some sleep." He gently drew her in one last time. "Good ni- ...actually, can I just ask you one thing first?" His stare weakened from fatigue.

((It's alright- I'm not going so well myself xD. I was going to hammer that out more, but then I realized I was going back and forth for an hour and just stopped dead. ))

[Serenity]

He pulls me in once again and I slightly curl in, resting my head on his arm, shutting my eyes. I feel my hair fall over his arm and onto the ground. I felt him breathing. Rise and fall, rise and fall. My hand are placed on either side of my head and are flipped over, holding him there. One hand rests gently on his shoulder, the other on his elbow, slightly turned. My sleepy eyes only look over at him when he starts to say good night. I'm about to return the remark but, he stops and asks me.

I look in his eyes curiously. My eyes, I know, are half dead and my blinking is turning into long strides of darkness. "You can ask me anything." I tell him, wondering what he wants to ask me. I look at his deep, brown eyes for a moment. When he doesn't answer right away, I ask "Thomas, what do you want to ask me?"

((Sorry to hear you aren't / weren't feeling well...(I think...)Dx))