Write On Me

    to this lovely patch of creative land.

Sloan, 

Even thogh your not a mommy, I wanted to make you this card. Becuz you are one of my best frands and i appreite appreciat you. you are very fun to be around and all the dragons love you, especially freddy. i hope you are in my life forever becauz the sun is always shinning. also mommy really likes you and you make her smile. i like seeing her smile. I love you with all my hart heart and I hope you have a amazin day. 

p.s i made the card and mommy gave me money to buy you these gifts. don’t eat the choaolate without me. 

-Ellis

chasemiranderson:

     “Sloan,” Chase whispered, the name sounding like a siren call. So soft and delicate, but rich in sound. “You deserve to be happy, you know that right? Please tell me you know that.” Ever since their night together, Chase had been trying to get the Englishwoman out of her mind. But she knew somewhere, deep deep down she was falling for her and there was absolutely no way to get back up. That is why she avoided her like the plague and kept her at arms distance. But being here and now left her breathless and her mind riveting with ideas. “After I had my second child I had postpartum depression. There came a time where I even wondered if it was all worth it, and I… I contemplated swallowing a hand full of pills. But then I thought about all the beauty in life, all the small things that made me smile and those are the things that kept me going. I had things like dandelions, or cakes and they reminded me why I was here, why I was doing this all.” Chase wasn’t sure why she felt the need to share the first part, but she knew someplace in Sloan’s mind she understood. “Find the light.” Whatever Tom did, she knew it hurt Sloan and she wished to kill him for it, or at least beat in to a bloody pulp. But Chase knew she was no better, for toying with the woman’s heart was just as bad. For the longest time, she didn’t know if she liked Sloan or the attention the woman gave her. But then they were standing outside, huddling against each other, bear the doorway of Sloan’s house and light snowflakes covered the woman’s hair. And then she knew, this was something uncontrollable, like a storm about to hit. “There is a lot of pain in life, but you get let past actions define your future.” She lamented, her fingers lifting up Sloan’s chin. “You deserve so much more than you give yourself credit to.” Not that Chase had any right to talk, but this wasn’t about her, this was about Sloan and how much she seemed to actually care for the woman. Exhaling a deep sigh, Chase stood up and distanced herself from Sloan again. How she longed, and ached for something that could never be hers. She wanted Sloan, she so badly wanted to stop and kiss her there, kiss her until they fell into the bed in a mess of limps an soft hair. But life wasn’t that easy, and the heavy weight of her wedding band still held meaning for her. She loved Brian more than a lot of things, maybe even more than his job. But it was the gross understanding that came between them and that is what hurt them in the end, miscommunication. “You know I want to kill whoever put a doubt in your mind,” Chase whispered as she grabbed her purse. It was a violent thing to say, but it was true. With Sloan she doesn’t feel safe and secure, not like she does with Brian. She feels as if she is walking on a tightrope, holding onto an ounce of equilibrium. But this feeling – this thrill is what keeps her mind from wandering, from wanting. She feels like an-old man, having a mistress twenty five years his junior when it is obvious she just loves him for the money. Okay not quite like that but still dirty, and not the good kind. But that night the pair were together, she felt what all passionate, young lovers must feel. It was new and exciting so of course it felt good but it also felt like they had a connection; like something in her life was missing until that moment. And she knew that it could only happen with Sloan. She so badly wanted to be the girl she was before him, before them – let Sloan see a part of her she had lost. The fun part of Chase that didn’t have to guard her heart so carefully. But that girl was gone and she was afraid all that was left was a shell of what she used to be. How could Sloan like her then? She felt insecure under Sloan’s gaze for the woman was so effortlessly beautiful in spirit and everything else, it made Chase feel inadequate. Her heart quickens and her pupils dilate as she licks her lips subtly. Her senses have never been this heightened and she knew if Sloan were to press up against her right now and kiss her she wouldn’t stop it or feel guilty. Perhaps even welcome it? Who knows, but it’s a fool’s paradise for Sloan probably doesn’t even think of her in that way. And she knows this head feeling is not about sex or a need to be touched. It’s the way Sloan looks at her when she thinks no one is watching, it’s a subtle touch that goes unnoticed but not unwanted. It’s the care in her voice when she asks how she is doing and genuinely wants to know. It’s these little moments that make Chase’s blood course through her body at a faster rate. “Alright dinner um… know of any good places? I haven’t been in the city for years.” Chase suddenly felt as if she revealed to much of herself; she had to be careful. She was a mother, that was her identifier and sometimes that came with a price. Sometimes she didn’t even feel like a person outside her kids. They probably couldn’t even believe she had a life and secrets of her own.

 It was the stare. The longing stare that filled the room with a warm tension that made the pores of her skin fill with a tingling nervousness. This wasn’t a feeling Sloan was used to..she had felt it before, buried it all deep within dry soil hoping it would never surface, but it was true? Wasn’t it? That flowers could even grow in the darkest of places? Her mind began to sink in the overwhelming heat that washed over her face just by holding a gaze at the other woman. They didn’t need to speak. The most simple of looks felt so extraordinarily powerful, and Sloan couldn’t help but find herself twisted in the pull of it all. In her imagination; she stood from the bed as Chase pulled away and cupped the executives cheeks delicately in her hands, and kissed her into an oblivion only they could reach. –but it didn’t happen. Clearing her throat, the younger woman nodded. Her fingers gave a subtle wave through her blond hair, “eh—uhm,” She was failing for a thought, still corrupted under her wanting imagination of having the woman back in her arms. Was it so…terrible? To want to keep the other woman safe from the troubles of her world? “Let’s just…” what was this… “leave it to the serendipitous euphoria of the city, yeah?” The english woman stood up, smoothing her hands down her clad dress. “We can hail a driver, and leave it up to him, or tell him to drive until our eyes land upon something mutually appealing?” This was the old Sloan, dipping and diving into a kindred romanticism. It almost felt foreign leaving her mouth, but with Chase… she felt something. It wasn’t quite digested yet, or maybe it was and she just was too afraid to face her feelings.  Chase is married. She would remind herself. “If we can’t decide, we can always come back for a night of room service. Let the night decide.” There was a glint of something seductive in Sloan’s tone. Not to drag the woman in front of her to bed, but to wrap Chase within her arms until they spun in a dizziness for each other. It was a dare. A dare to take a leap, a dare to be tempted to fall for each other. Sloan reached for her coat and slid it on in one motions, her hand pulling her hair out of the neck of the fabric, her eyes were looming over to the woman.

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chasemiranderson:

“Oh I know.” Chase said, nudging the woman’s shoulder playfully. “You still have a youthful touch to you.” To Chase; she grew up the moment the strip turned pink. She had to - Brian certainly wasn’t going to and one parent had to be responsible. It was always good cop/bad cop with them, Brian opting for the good of course. He was the fun parent that let the kids have ice cream for dinner and Chase was the workaholic mother that expected veggies to be eaten and good grades. “A teacher? What did you teach?” Chase could see that in Sloan, she guessed younger kids since the woman had a very mature caring side. When Sloan talked about Tom, she had a very solemn tone, and a glint behind her eye that still showed the hurt. It couldn’t be easy, losing a loved one to a sibling - it must’ve stung but Chase didn’t want to push the subject. “Do you miss England?” She asked. When Chase left Kansas to go to school in Rhode Island she never looked back. Of course her parents still lived there and she visited them often but she rarely talked to her father due to a past argument that caused a rift between them. “Are you hungry?” She asked, glancing over at the table clock. “We could go get something to eat, lemme just go get changed.” Walking into the bathroom, Chase started to take off her clothes and change into more comfortable ones. Remembering the door was still open, Chase glanced at Sloan through the mirror and then closed the door. Coming back out, Chase folded up the sweater and smiled, “thank you.”

  “Mmm, yes, secondary…—second grade.” It was bluntly answered but there was something soft on her lips as she spoke. There was a comfort she found in Chase. In the woman being near, moving her gaze to match her own, it all just eased the tension she had in her muscles. The next question asked seemed to put a halt on any spoken words. Did she miss home? Would she even miss this place if her feet were to carry her elsewhere? Too much had happened that left the younger woman in a damaged state to where she could never think about returning. Sure, there were visits around holiday, but Sloan never gave it a thought to moving permanently back home. She was living on her visa, and within a couple of years she even considered taking an american citizen test, but that was all far too much for her brain to stretch around right now. She lived through each moment. “There are pieces I miss…like the dandelions looking like little balls of fire along the london meadows, or the cakes from the bakery next to mum’s shop, or running through the fields when the sun finally decided to break through the clouds..but that’s all, really.” Sloan sighed it all out through a thin parting within her lips. At the spoken offering of getting food, the blond nodded with a small grin. She knew very well that Chase had left the door to the bathroom cracked open. Whether it was intentional or not, Sloan had watched the woman walk into the other room not letting her eyes stray. She was simply magnetized to the woman, letting her mind drift to figure Chase out. She wanted to. Through all of their dizzy confusion, Sloan knew she wanted to somehow be a piece of the older woman’s puzzle. “No need,” Sloan brushed off the thanking from Chase as she accepted her sweatshirt back. Her hand smoothed over the folded cloth as it felt warm from hugging Chase’s body. She envied the clothing, and the next it would be worn, Sloan knew she would be able to smell the woman, that brought another comfort. “I’m just going to wear this… —so if you want to head down to find somewhere to eat, we certainly can go, before the snowfall gathers too heavy.”

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