Jaime Murray in today’s Metro paper.
let the fire burn the ice | a h.g. wells fanmix
(all tracks are instrumental, cover by -thebadguy)
helen jane long | porcelain
luigi rubino | behind the clouds
akira yamaoka | dance with night wind
nine inch nails | leaving hope
apocalyptica | faraway
imogen heap | the fire
evanescence | eternal
normand corbeil | painful memories
break of reality | spectrum of the sky
dario marianelli | awaken
ólafur arnalds | 3055
“Seriously, Helena?” Myka’s voice sounded wheezy. “That’s what you’re going to wear to a wedding?” She wasn’t sure if she wanted the answer to be yes or no. It wasn’t that Helena didn’t look good in her suit - she looked positively … delectable, in fact - but if Myka wanted a chance to actually take her eyes off of Helena and be a part of the wedding, she couldn’t let her go out like that. “Didn’t you forget something?” Like a shirt?
HG Wells looked down her lean body with a critical eye. “But, darling, I thought you liked my vests?” She sounded far, far too innocent to actually mean it.
Myka growled deep in her throat and clenched her fists once, twice, before grabbing Helena’s vest in both hands and pushing her lover against the wall behind her with the full force of her body. “That,” she rasped, “is exactly the problem.”
HG was still playing innocent. “What are you doing, Myka? We’re going to be late.” She could barely contain a grin.
Myka crashed her mouth against Helena’s in a deep, open, wet kiss. “I don’t give a fuck,” she ground out when she had to let go to gulp in some air. She ripped apart the vest, causing buttons to fly everywhere.
Helena wrapped her hands in Myka’s curls and pulled her in for another kiss while part of her mind spared a moment for a fond farewell to the little vest that achieved exactly what it was supposed to.
An hour later, HG slipped into a pristine white shirt and the dearly departed vest’s twin. Myka looked on suspiciously. “You planned this,” she accused her lover. “You actually made us late on purpose!”
HG chuckled and leaned in for another kiss. “We’re not late, love,” she replied calmly and walked over to the wall clock to change it back to the actual time. “Besides, it would have been well worth it.”
Myka scowled for a second, but couldn’t find it in her to keep up the pretense of being angry. It had been worth it. So worth it.
HG held out her arm. “Shall we, darling?” she asked with a tiny bow of her head. “Let’s watch Vanessa make an honest man out of Artie.”
I choose to believe Jaime is not just saying she’s excited for a Syfy show when she mentions Warehouse 13. I choose to believe she is excited for it because she will have a recurring role again. I choose this belief because it is not contradicted by her words, and it allows me to eat apples again.