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shaelyn evans. (_lynnie) wrote,

Shaelyn had never promised him a functional relationship. She'd promised him she had stopped running, that she'd come back for him, but not that she was perfect. For most part, though, his concerns with not seeing her very often lately had more to do with work. Summer season was her highest grossing season as a dive master, and he'd know that. In California, the season started even a little earlier because of the warm weather throughout the year. Although she probably could've made some more effort in trying to see him, but that part, it wasn't about ignoring him.

She almost lunged when he let go -- a sign of weakness, as far as she was concerned. What stopped her, though, was the sigh when he started talking about metaphors and ships and driftwood. "So, you want me to be your anemone." The way she phrased the question wasn't exactly complimentary to him. It implied that he was the clown fish in this scenario. Not that Nemo isn't adorable, of course, but still. The point was, the clown fish was often anchored down, peacefully, to an anemone. That's where it ate, slept, where it was guarded from predators. Fish, Lynnie understood.

Some of the anger had fizzled, but not all, and she rolled her eyes when he told her he wanted to be her obsession. "For someone who's a cop, you sure enjoy having 'feelings' discussion time." It infuriated her, too. A lot of cops were closed off, were slow to trust, slow to talk, but Ty? Oh, he wanted the whole nine yards AND the white picket fence.

And although her heart pounded slightly as she imagined, briefly what being with Tyler would be like, in the end, anger won out over lust, and she shoved him back, laughing harshly. "You had a better chance of that when I couldn't move. So, smart. That's kind of like my rook taking your queen." She opted to walk around him this time, careful not to get too close, lest she punch him. "For the record, since you seem to need a verbal bone thrown to you -- if you weren't a fucking obsession, you wouldn't have made it this far with me. Others have tried and failed miserably. So just because I don't talk in flowers and poems and metaphors for runts and a dog and a picket fence .. doesn't mean I don't think about you."

If everyone had a spirit animal, by God, Shaelyn's would've been a wild horse. You could calm a wild horse, you could even get it to nuzzle you and trust you, but when it came down to it, you could never truly tame them. They either gave their freedom for a trusting hand or kicked the offender and trampled them. Shaelyn was somewhere in the middle.