AU: (Un)comfortable [Jackson, Vamps]
Jul 9, 2015 23:26:53 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2015 23:26:53 GMT -5
Bunny didn’t understand why they seemed to be arguing. She wasn’t really sure what they were even arguing about, or if they were really arguing at all. Maybe this was how friends acted, and she had forgotten through time? Or… She didn’t know, but it was quite scary and confusing to the poor mute ghost girl, and she continued to tremble as the two interacted.
She glanced at Jackson as he started speaking towards her, just in time to see the box hit the back of his head. Oh no, her poor prince! Was he hurt?? Bunny had jumped in fear when it happened, and she worriedly twisted around to try to see if he was bleeding out the back of his head. But… He looked okay. She hoped. He did say it hurt, though! Oh no, poor thing…! Then the scary guy was talking to her, and she froze and shifted back as she stared wide-eyed at him, speechless from his cruel words (and in general). Oh no, he was so mean…!
Bun whimpered and looked back to the younger boy. She was… His? How? She thought about this for a moment, then just nodded silently in agreement. Okay. She… Was okay with that, she thought. Bunny didn’t know what it meant, but it couldn’t be bad if it was him, right? When he started asking more complex questions, though… She began to panic, unsure of how she was going to communicate. Bunny quivered and held still as he leaned in and sniffed her. Oh goodness… She felt like swooning, he was so handsome up close…! Her eyes practically sparkled as they met his.
An idea came to her. Bunny gulped, took in a deep breath to steel her nerves, and opened her mouth. When nothing came out, she pointed to it and then shook her finger, trying to explain. Then, she took the same finger and began tracing a shape in the dirt. It was simple, and crude, but eventually it would end up looking like a cartoony ghost. Bun pointed to it, then to herself, then back to the image. Hopefully one of the two boys would understand (hopefully her prince). She pouted and sat back, holding her bloody side. Oh, how badly she wanted to be able to speak openly to the boy she’d been spying on for weeks…
She glanced at Jackson as he started speaking towards her, just in time to see the box hit the back of his head. Oh no, her poor prince! Was he hurt?? Bunny had jumped in fear when it happened, and she worriedly twisted around to try to see if he was bleeding out the back of his head. But… He looked okay. She hoped. He did say it hurt, though! Oh no, poor thing…! Then the scary guy was talking to her, and she froze and shifted back as she stared wide-eyed at him, speechless from his cruel words (and in general). Oh no, he was so mean…!
Bun whimpered and looked back to the younger boy. She was… His? How? She thought about this for a moment, then just nodded silently in agreement. Okay. She… Was okay with that, she thought. Bunny didn’t know what it meant, but it couldn’t be bad if it was him, right? When he started asking more complex questions, though… She began to panic, unsure of how she was going to communicate. Bunny quivered and held still as he leaned in and sniffed her. Oh goodness… She felt like swooning, he was so handsome up close…! Her eyes practically sparkled as they met his.
An idea came to her. Bunny gulped, took in a deep breath to steel her nerves, and opened her mouth. When nothing came out, she pointed to it and then shook her finger, trying to explain. Then, she took the same finger and began tracing a shape in the dirt. It was simple, and crude, but eventually it would end up looking like a cartoony ghost. Bun pointed to it, then to herself, then back to the image. Hopefully one of the two boys would understand (hopefully her prince). She pouted and sat back, holding her bloody side. Oh, how badly she wanted to be able to speak openly to the boy she’d been spying on for weeks…
