It Wasn't Worth the Price...

"You’ve been fraternizing, Once-Ler."

Blindy jumped, dropping his pen on the desk and looking around wildly. A familiar flicker, an icy sensation, the tick tick tick of a timepiece and the clicking of gears.

"Clockwork?" The old guardian stuttered, "What are you doing here? Wh-whatever do you mean by fraternizing?"

"With that girl." Clockwork murmured, all business, all seriousness, "With Amby. The one from the other timeline.”

Blindy swallowed hard and swept his fingertips over his desk, searching for his pen,

"So what?"

"You know what."

"I’m not doing anything wrong."

"Not specifically, no." The Master of Time swept closer, Blindy could feel his chill sweep over him, "But you could potentially do something wrong. You’re bending the rules, Once-Ler. Be careful you don’t break them. Stop pretending to have something that you cannot."

"That’s rather hypocritical of you," Blindy snorted, finding his pen and spinning it in his fingers, "When are you going to drop this facade of being a ghost, Father Time."

"This isn’t about me," Clockwork said, probably a little sharper than he meant to, "You need to think about what you’re doing and reign yourself in." A surprisingly warm hand descended on Blindy’s shoulder and the guardian stiffened,

"I would hate to have to be the one to tell you that things are not how they are supposed to be."

There was a sharp snap, ink splattered the papers in front of the forest guardian.

The tent was empty except for Blindy who sat shivering in his seat.

His fingers clenched on the edge of his desk put dents in the wood.

*Sighs and takes his hand in hers* sorry, I shouldn't have panicked. Tell when your ready , and only if you ever are, ok? *gives him a quick kiss*

*relaxes a little and smiles softly*

Thank you for understanding, Amby.

And when I’m ready, I promise I will tell you.

Whoa whoa whoa, sharing? Did you get hurt? Are you ok? You didn't end up in that weird healing coma or anything did you?

Um, no, I—Amby, look, when I’m ready, I’ll tell you.

Just, please, don’t…don’t push me…

*he lets go over her completely and wraps his arms around himself, fingers tightening on his upper arms and bunching the fabric of his shirt*

*looks up at him* I don't care about your past. I either a) already know what happened or b) it isn't something I need to know. And I've done things too. Probably not as bad as you but I'm no saint either. If you don't want to share that's fine but when you want to I won't judge.

I…I don’t…

*he pulls back a bit more, resting his hands on her hips, head turned away from her, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth*

I’m not comfortable showing you yet, Amby. I’m sorry. It’s not that I don’t trust you, it’s just I…I don’t think even I have come to grips with it..

*sighs and rests her head on his chest* I wish you knew for sure. I like you a lot and I'm not sure how you feel. I know you like me but you're so unsure about taking it farther.

I do like you a lot, Amby, I do. But…building a relationship…

*he pulls away a little but doesn’t let go of her*

It’s. Difficult for me. There’s things about me that—there’s—I…I have done something’s…I did something that I am ashamed of. There are things about me that are not…for your eyes…

*gives him a quick kiss* I wouldn't let you do this if I wasn't ok with this. *kisses him again slowly before breaking it* Are you ok with this?


I don’t know…

*steps in closer and returns the kiss*

He leans into her, wrapping his arms around her and running his fingers through her hair. He breaks off the kiss but doesn’t let go of her,

"Are…are you okay with this?"

*kisses him again, making it a bit longer* gonna be happy growling then?

Maybe it will be…

*he drops his cane and closes his hands around her waist, kissing her back deeply*

*pulls him down and kiss his lips* Gotta keep growling now?


Yres I will

*smooches his cheek* You're so easy to tease about something like this. You look so cute, sorry manly, when you blush.

*grumbles and blushes more*