The Unwound Future: Fanfic"Hello. We haven't seen each other in a while, have we? But I suppose that's my fault. Too many puzzles and cases, so little time."More Like This
"But I brought you flowers." A bouquet of pink roses are clenched tightly in his hands, his fingers are shaking from the force of which he is holding them. The thorns are sharp, like small daggers tearing through his skin; he doesn't feel the pain. Crimson blood drips from his fingers, onto the pure, white snow at his feet. "They're roses, your favorite." With a tight jaw he sets them down. His blood is beginning to stain the flowers, its dark, rich pigment spreading across the pink petals.
It's quiet again. Removing his hat with trembling fingers he musters up the courage to continue.
"I think of you all the time you know. Some days more than others." He chuckles softly; his breath comes out as a white mist. "I heard a bird chirping today. It was a cardinal, I think. Reminded me of when we decorated the apartment for the holidays, and you sang alon
*Sighs*Well, to be honest I have no idea where I am.......One minute I was home, doing my chores then BAM, I wind up in the past....At least Three years before I was born....I have made some friends while here, which is great because back in my time I don't have many friends......They all think I'm weird.....More Like This
I try my best not to say to much about myself seeing as if that theory is true, then I could alter the future.
I do hope I get home soon.....
*Lying on the grass at the university**With a book on his face, trying to block out the sun*More Like This
(These new meds are making me sleepy...it's kind of nice...)
((Someone come bother him...I'm bored.))
((Dimitri needs loooovvveee...))*Well, now that Dimitri is out of the hospital and still scarred up and bruised under his jacket, he's already back to work and back to University. Back to doing what he's supposed to.*More Like This
*He's walking with a slight limp, and he's got a bruise on his cheekbone, which is trying to be covered by hair, but you know how London winds can be. He's also back on on his anti-depressant/anti-anxiety medication regimen. But hopefully, one that won't kill him. He thinks.*
*Sitting on a grass patch, waiting for classes to start, he's lying down on a text book, using it as a inefficient pillow.*
(I don't want to be here...I need to be here, but I don't want too...I just want to go back to my flat and sleep...all day. I don't think my roommate will let me...
I don't want to go to Advanced Poly-Dimensional Theoretical Physics for Science Students today...)
(( Headcanon > Emndo ))(( Because its always good to see how they interact X)More Like This
When she's sleeping with lando, Emmy is a deep sleeper (even sleeping through his snoring) however she will wake up the moment he gets out of bed.
The position they usually sleep in is called "the sweetheart's cradle"
Emmy moves a lot more in her sleep compared to lando, often resulting in her waking up in strange positions if Lando doesn't manage to keep a hold of her. (i.e one morning she woke up to find she'd been sleeping sideways across the bed, and crushing a poor lando under her )
She very rarely refers to Lando by his actual name, preferring to call him "Red"; in reference to his red hair. He calls her "miss" as a pet name but does not use it to the extent that Emmy does.
Emmy has a thing about Lando's hands, often kissing his fingers and trying to hold them or touch them as much as she can. She also likes his spine, Knowing its a weak spot of his that only she can exploit.
Their relationship together started off as an "add