...his shoulders and knees. She stood carefully and headed toward the stairs, visibly shaking. Shiro stared at the retreating forms until they left the room, fighting the urge to follow them and stay with Jean-Paul until ... bodies, and held out his hands palms up, as if in supplication. Shiro caught up with the retreating Blackbird minutes later, the safehouse now nothing more than rubble and smoke.
... I’m fine with 30 minutes too. For school days, I have to fix my bed hair, so I need at least an hour and a half. Q) How would you score your MC-ing? 1. I always end up retreating. I have to work harder! Q) How many friends do you have that you can call your best friends? It’s a little different from a best friend, but the people that I allow into my heart are the JUMP ...
...longer in the mood to take a walk anywhere. “ “Yunho, I’m sorry…” I started. “Yeah, so you’ve mentioned. Let’s go.” We walked in silence all the way back to the apartment, Yunho retreating to his room once we got there. I sat on the couch thinking to myself, the house was silent since the other three weren’t home yet. I started to feel so bad, I should have told him ...
... her to adopt him and make him pie forever. “Anyway, you boys let me know when you want to order. Don’t be shy, I’m a waitress. It’s what I’m here for.” Brendon watches her retreating figure with a soft familiarity that makes Ryan smile. He takes a long sip of coffee and lets the rich taste coat his tongue. He probably makes some sort of noise of appreciation, because Brendon’s face breaks into ...
... said, "What do you want?" Malfoy took another half-step forward so that their bodies were nearly touching. Harry desperately wanted to step back, but he was afraid that Malfoy would think he was retreating out of fear. The truth was that he dearly wished he was wearing something other than a towel, as Malfoy's proximity was making Harry go a bit funny. Shaking his head, Harry wondered whether if...
... musically. Jim could tell his doctor was about to check out for the night, and right on the tabletop by the look of it. Kirk stood next to him, having dislocated himself from several women and retreating to his belligerent doctor for safety. He wasn’t in the mood for any more dignitaries’ daughters. He wasn’t in the mood for any more parties, either, and wobbled unsteadily as he looked down at ...
... two when she'd been in too much of a state to really deal with being completely alone. She'd stayed in one of the guest rooms, but she didn't want him to even start to think that she was simply retreating to James in his absence. A tiny, bitter part of her thought it would serve him right if she did though ... but she wouldn't bounce back and forth between them. She'd made her bed, and now she'd...
.... Spock and followed quickly after Chris, not wanting to be left alone at the table with the Vulcan who clearly did not like her. ::Spock As the Vulcan was once again left alone, he stared after the retreating women with a mild sense of disquiet. Of all the women he had ever met, there were only two that he felt he would ever understand. He picked up his tray and silently deposited it in the ...
... the Great Hall and out the door into the grounds where he would be free of any contact with a Hogwarts painting. His great great-great-great-grandfather made one last parting shot to his retreating back. “You should go to Longbottom. Ask him for the real reason he teaches at this school.” Scorpius flinched at the name Longbottom. He didn't want to talk to that professor, not when ...
... previously when he'd walked down a hallway only to end up in an entirely different place than he should have. He'd thought it was his imagination working overtime but now he was not so sure. Retreating back into the corridor, he remembered he had another problem that increasingly needed to be taken care of as soon as yesterday. He didn't know if Merrick had returned from feeding, and he wasn't ...
