A blade too sharp - Gabrielle & Mitchell
Mitchell pushed himself off of the door and let out a deep breath before he moved on to take his boots off. Stomping from one puddle to another had made his shoes flood, and right after he’d gotten them off he threw his socks to rest on top of the nearest heater. The stone floor under his feet was cold, but compared to two leather shoes filled with water, anything was better. He took his gloves off and laid them next to his socks, rubbing his cold-numbed palms against each other.
And then he heard it. The slightest creak of the floor boards, yet distinct enough for him to know she was up. He’d spent enough many nights on the couch, wide awake and just listening to every noise the neighbourhood had to offer, that he could tell when she moved. Even when she turned on the bed — even if every fool could’ve been able to tell that since their bed was old and creaky on its own. Maybe she was up and awake. Maybe he would magically get over this disease that was eating him alive; maybe he would go and hold her; maybe he would apologise. Maybe. But there was no way around it; there was no such thing as a happy ending for someone like him. It was the truth or this.
Mitchell swallowed and looked around the hallway, before he decided to go to the kitchen. It was ridiculous on some level — how he actually tried to go and hide from his girlfriend, in their own apartment — but right there and then he couldn’t think of anything else. And so, with his bare feet flapping against the floor below, he made his way to the kitchen and straight to the coffee machine.
She stared at the packed suitcase for a little while longer. She was nothing but conflicted, she couldn’t leave him, she loved him. Didn’t she? No matter how grumpy, angry or down right rude Mitchell could get or how angry, frustrated, and ill-patient she could be with him she never stopped loving him. But everyone has their breaking point, including herself and Mitchell. Which is why she was standing there in the dark, ready to leave.
Though the more she stood there, with nothing but her thoughts, she started to have a change of heart. Maybe she was out of ways to help him, fully out of ideas to try and make his life more manageable. To get him back to the brooding, adorable, gentleman she first met. Who had saved her all those nights a go. Maybe now he needed her more than ever, and she was thinking about turning her back on him. Leaving him to save himself. The longer she stared, the harder this decision was getting. Leaning forward Gabrielle ex-hailed with a large drop of her shoulders, her hands reaching round to tug on the zip. She was making the decision to let him decide. Not to hurt him, or punish him. She’d never want to hurt him or cause him any pain.
Before she had chance to re think her new decision she was making her way down the the stairs, looking for Mitchell. Gabrielle placed herself rather awkwardly in the middle of the doorway. She couldn’t see his face to see what mood he was in, but the tense muscles in his back told her everything she needed to know. “Mitchell. I need to talk to you.”
Making things difficult - Mitchell & Gabrielle
"That, unfortunately, is somewhat pathetically true," Mitchell laughed, his nose touching the nape of Gabrielle’s neck. He had, more than once, sneaked out of bed in the middle of the night to watch telly, but never failed to go back and make sure he was there when she woke up. This, however, had stopped when she was so heavily pregnant that she kept waking up; and Mitchell grew more and more anxious about the child’s birth which meant less sleep and more watching her sleep. He reached his hands around her to keep her close, chin resting against her shoulder.
"How long has it been now, anyways? Eight months?"
"And counting." Gabrielle nods her head, trying not to ask herself ‘where did all the time go?’ She may constantly whine and pout about how long this pregnancy was taking, forever moaning about how she’d wish the baby would just come out already instead of constantly kicking her and draining her of all her energy. And now the due date was fast approaching the pair of them, she couldn’t stop focusing on the fact that soon, she would be mother. She couldn’t say she was scared, but she was certainly feeling nervous. How she prayed that was a normal thing to feel at this late stage.
"Are you excited? Only a month or less til it arrives."
List of DISNEY starters - Put one in my ask!
"Because it's true love!"
"I want so much more than they've got planned."
"I just can't wait to be king!"
"The human world... it's a mess."
"This can't get any worse, can it?"
"I'm sorry I bit you... and pulled your hair... and punched you in the face."
"Sometimes it's better to be alone. No one can hurt you."
"Ladies do not start fights, but they can finish them."
"You don't even know him!"
"Memo to me. Maim you after my meeting."
"Hmm. Don't know, don't care. How's that?"
"Even miracles take a little time."
"I ain't biting no more butts."
"Something brought you were here."
"Being brave doesn't mean you go looking for trouble."
"I'm surrounded by idiots."
"Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?"
"Be our guest!"
"And when I promise something, I never ever break that promise. Ever."
"Who says we have to grow up?"
"You're the one. The one I've been looking for!"
"If you don't think, then you shouldn't talk."
"Would you like to stay for dinner?"
"How do you spell love?"
"When was the last time you let your heart decide?"