BRACEyourself. { tommy

[tegan florence]

i'm a deer in your headlights

what's left of me you'll swallow soon

The day was warm for a fall day in London. A cold breeze blew, biting at the citizens walking along the concrete paths of Hyde Park. Tegan sat at the edge of the pond that was enclosed by a concrete ledge. A book lie open in her lap, resting on her tweed trousers. Thin, black, framed glasses rested gently on Tegan's nose. She let out a small sigh as she began reading the page before it. Her mind was swirling to much to really take in what her book said. The thought of the conversation she had had earlier over her messenger was tugging at her every second. She couldn't push out the war that was going on in her head and her heart. Tommy didn't even know she still loved him.

A swan noisily quacked in the background as Tegan sat alone. Her gazed lifted from her book. An old couple wondered by their arms intertwined. A small smile appeared on Tegan's face. Precious, but a sickening feeling came over Tegan just then. "It was the fucking alcohol," Tegan always told herself. But it wasn't enough. Nothing would make up for what she did. She ruined her own life at the stupid party. She had to get her mind off of this. Tegan couldn't deal with this right now. It was ridiculous how she felt about this still.

With that Tegan closed her book and stood up. She tucked the book under her arm and started walking the concrete path. "I need to blow some steam," Tegan said in an underlying voice to herself. In her mind, she knew that nothing she did could take her mind away from this, but she would try. She would try desperately. As she walked along, Tegan opened her book again. As she walked she read. Still her mind wasn't clear, but what would clear her mind. Maybe dancing, but she wasn't anywhere near the school's dance theater. But some dancing would help.

Tegan smiled as she thought of dancing. It really was like therapy for her. It loosened her mind and muscles. It helped her calm down and clear her mind of everything. Even family and friends. She thought of the last presentation she had been it. The local theater had put on a ballet and Hoffman had provided all the dancers. Tegan had gotten the role as the supporting female dancer. Though she really had wanted the lead female role. It was a good experience no matter. She had loved dancing every night for the entire week in the ballet.


{ ooc. sorry it's a bit...lacking. rawr.

[tommy garrison]

now this place is familiar to him.
she pulls on his hand with a devilish grin,
she led him upstairs, she led him upstairs,
left him dying to get in !

It was a nice day, considering the time of month and the location of choice. London did bring on some cold winters, and though the season was coming to a close, the people were faced with wind, rain, and sometimes even snow, as of late. But the sun was out today, so Tommy had nothing to complain about, really. If we’re only talking about the weather, that is. Then again, what much did Tommy really have to complain about right now? An acoustic guitar was perched perfectly on his leg, his fingers tugged at the head with the grace that Tom beholds when plucking the instrument, and he was not in class. In fact, he hadn’t been to class in awhile. Not because he ditched, but just…because. Firstly, it was a Saturday, and he has no Friday classes, so that’s already two days, which would constitute as ‘a while’ in the brunette’s mind. But never enough. The following day would be spent with his lab partner, so he was going to take advantage of the free time he had currently.

A lot recently, Tom’s voice has not exactly been the kindest to him, and neither has his throat. Let’s just say, Tommy has gone through enough packages of lozenges that he will probably be pissing cherry flavour by the end of the day. Either way, his mind was not on the many medical suckers he’s had, but on the guitar perched upon his knee. Sure, he was in the school for voice, but that wasn’t functioning quite properly right now, so he had to go with the alternative. Besides, he wasn’t necessarily that good at the guitar, so it was more of a pastime than a hobby. Though Tommy would like to consider himself good, he would have never been able to get into Hoffman with that skill alone. Besides, the main purpose behind his interest in the strings instrument was, in the beginning, to give himself something to sing along to. Now, it’s actually something he likes.

For the sake of saving what bit of his vocal chords were left through his little illness, Tom simply hummed under his breath to the song he would prefer to actually be singing. His fingers were beginning to ache, and he was beginning to stick to his spot on the bench, but that’s what he gets for arriving nearly at eleven that mourning and staying until almost two-thirty. Guitar was not something he thought he’d be able to do for more than three hours, but that just goes to show you, eh? Either way, when Tommy did stop strumming, his fingers shaking off in the nippy air, he shut his eyes and expelled a soft breath. The fog left his lips immediately, the warmth of his breath not meshing quite well with the extreme cold of the air. And, it seemed, neither was the warmth of his skin. Goosebumps surfaced everywhere on the uncovered patches of skin, namely his arms, considering he had not been smart enough to grab anything but a scarf and a pair of pants that mourning- at least, that would keep him particularly warm.

Tugging at the light blue material of his shirt, Tommy opened his eyes and glanced around, seeing nothing but couples at first glance. But, upon further inspection, Tom did see someone he recognized- Tegan Florence. He only had one skittle left, but he had good aim and was willing to waste it on her. Sure, he wasn’t exactly in the mood for talking, and his voice would not agree with any yelling that went down, but he was like a zombie. Or at least in some sort of trance, because before he knew it, the lime skittle was removed from the now empty back and flying through the air, target being, obviously, the blonde just a few paces before him on the path. Quickly, Thomas returned to strumming at his guitar- once he’d realized what he had done. He’s stealthy, maybe it’ll pass.

[tegan florence]

i'm a deer in your headlights

what's left of me you'll swallow soon

A cool breeze swept over Tegan as she walked, peering down at her book, trying to perhaps read at least a sentance. It was impossible, but she might as well try still. Nothing would change the past. Not now. She was just trying to block out the inevitable problem. She still loved Tommy and she wanted him back, but it wouldn't happen. Ever. Just them as Tegan was running a hand through her thin, blonde hair something bounced off her shoulder gently. She furrowed her brow at the contact on her shoulder. Her blue eyes glanced about the area around her. And then she saw it. The source of the skittle now lying at her feet motionless.

Thomas Garrison. The origin of more than just that skittle on the ground.

It was in that moment Tegan wanted to burst into tears and fall to her knees. The one person she didn't want to see right now. The one person that could make her hate herself. The one person Tegan both hated and loved to deeply it hurt. Tommy was the one person Tegan whom made her vulnerable. She took a deep breath as she tried to compose herself. She thought this was impossible. First fighting with Tommy online earlier and now seeing him in Hyde Park of all places. This was disgusting.

"Thomas Garrison. Leave me alone," she said from afar, hoping he wouldn't agitate her further. But she knew that wan't going to happen. He had, after all, just thrown a skittle at her. Meaning of course he wanted to gt her attention. She didn't understand why he simply didn't yell out at her. Maybe he hated her so much he wouldn't even say her name. That was probably it. Tegan shook her head deciding that was deffinately the reaon for his adolescent greeting. She then looked away, but was unable to move, paralyzed by her emotion. She wanted to burst still. Tegan wanted to go over right now and smack Tommy as hard as she could. But she wanted him to grab her and hold her like he'd never ever let her go, like he's never let her out of his sight. However, it was impossible.

{ ooc; once again, sorry for the lacking post.