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 Posted: Sun Mar 28, 2010 5:08 pm
Marshall was very happy with where his and Impulses relationship was going, but he felt like he was something was missing, He was now waiting for the male in the park sitting at one of the picnic tabled playing with a stick, He kept breaking it and tossing it away. He had asked a girl named Gwin to join he and Impulse here. He wanted to get to know the girl before he proposed the idea he had to the girl. He nibbled on his lip while he waited, he was getting more and more nervous as time went on, He knew he wouldn't be waiting long but the time he was waiting was taking forever. He'd gotten to the table early because he wanted to be first to arrive, so that the others knew he was seriously trying.
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Posted: Sun Mar 28, 2010 6:41 pm
It had been exactly one week. Seven days of pure torture, of feeling like something was missing... feeling like her heart was beating crooked, when the request had come to her. From the neighboring territory, the ruins. Gwin had not left her small studio in all that time, sitting there, not glancing up from the window across from the beat up couch. Her normally paint splattered skin was clean, even if her hair looked ten times less bright then normal.
remi was gone. He was gone, and she hadn't even had the chance... to tell him, to tell him that she loved him. He was exploring, or something... and just disappeared. Off into the wilderness with all of those other girls and adventures he had told her about during one of their various talks to midnight.
Despite this, the lack of her cheery brightness... Gwin was on time. As much of a miracle as that was. She walked with her shoulders slumped, lacking her usual messenger bag and cheery colors, she carried nothing, and no color was on her whatsoever but the short paint splattered black skirt from another life... and a scarf. Remi's scarf. She neared marshall, noting his nervous expression and gave him her best -fake- smile.
"Marshall, nice to see you out and about. Lovely day no?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 28, 2010 6:57 pm
Imp walked with his hands in the pockets of his baggy bluejeans, the knees torn out. His shirt was tight and paint splattered and his silver hair hung in rainbows around his face, fanning out behind him because he'd decided not to wear a ponytail today. His thick tail flicked as he walked and he squeezed his hands tightly in his pockets, a bundle of nerves.
Marshall wanted him to meet him in the park? What did this mean? Was he breaking up with him? Had Imp not been attentive enough? Oh Gods, had he been -too- attentive to the other male? He ducked his head, ears flat against his hair as he peeked around a tree, seeing Marshall sitting on a park bench. Slowly, a girl came up to him. His heart lunged into his throat. Marshall had...a girlfriend? He bit back a whine. No. He would be fine. He'd handle this. Right? Right? Marshie wouldn't dump him!
So he puffed out his chest and strode towards them, a nervous smile on his lips. It was only when he got closer that he recognized the color-void girl as Gwin...and it shocked him. "Gwin?" His voice shook slightly at the end of her name. "Are you alright?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 28, 2010 7:32 pm
Seeing the girl looking so horrible Marshall almost gasped out loud but he bit his tongue instead and swollowed, " It is a lovely day, Gwin you should take a seat." He told her scooting over so that she could sit next to him, He began to speak but Impules walked over and the russian blue let a wide smile paint its self across his face. " Hey babe." He muttered pulling Impulse to him and he leaned back against the other male watching, the very sad looking female. Marshall noted that Impulse too looked slightly depressed today.
The male let his stomach twist up and he watched them for a second, He was having a pretty swell day but these two people that he was very fond of were obviously having shitty days, Now he felt bad for smiling most of the day, His blue green eyes found a bit of sorrow as he looked back at the male he loved so much then towards the female he wanted to get to know better, Maybe today wasn't a day to propose such an idea. The male cleared his throat before he began to speak" Gwin, feel free to tell us, we love to listen." He only meant to make the girl feel better but he felt like he was prying now and he sucked his lip ring in his mouth and started playing with it idily, as he tried to figure out how that sentence had come out so wrong, He patted the place next to him hoping that Impulse would take a seat next to him so he wouldn't feel so horrible. Carefully he tugged the other's hand from his pocket and wrapped they're fingers up, squeezing Impulse's hand lightly.
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Posted: Sun Mar 28, 2010 7:48 pm
Gwin watched them... with something very close to envy. If she had told him.. if she had just done something... She shook her head, giving a bright cheery smile, the best she could muster. She was happy for the two in front of her...really, she shouldn't be feeling this.
live life... without regrets. "Im fine guys, really... just tired is all, I've been up all night... Painting..." Crying, and from the lack of paint and swollen eyes that much was obvious, but a pretty lie was better then the bitter truth. But she couldn't tell them that. Having your heart ripped from your chest and trampled did take quite a bit out of someone. She tugged the scarf closer to her neck, pulling at the ends in nervousness... perhaps, she shouldn't have come. She looked at marshall and impulse in turn, before biting her own lip and heading to the other side of the table, sitting across from them. She ran a hand through her hair and cleared her voice, only to say nothing. The color that was usually there was gone, her mask of paint was stripped to reveal someone in obvious pain, her eyes were just a bit red from crying... though she had done her best to hide it.
Gwin's mind went back to her last painting... one that hung in Remi's rooms... above the old fireplace. Of him in bliss playing his violin. She was seriously wondering if she would ever paint again after this. Her heart gave a painful jolt. A life without him, without the only person she truly felt was perfect for her...
she wouldn't wish it on anyone, especially the boys in front of her. So swallowing the envy and pain out of her throat she continued, "so how are you guys."
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Posted: Sun Mar 28, 2010 7:59 pm
Impulse looked at Marshall curiously as the other male seemed to want him around. Then...was he not breaking up with him? His worry slipped off his face, replaced by a smile as he clasped his hand in Marshie's and sat close to him.
Gwin's voice... It was so sad. Impulse might've been naive, but he also felt emotions well and she just radiated sorrow! He wanted to go to her, to wrap his arms around her and hug her. She needed a hug, she needed their warmth... He pulled his ears back against his head as she sat opposite him.
"I'm sorry," he said softly, looking her in the eye, and he meant it too. He reached out and squeezed her hands in his. Taking a look up at Marshall, he settled in and looked curiously up at his boyfriend. "So...why are we here together?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 28, 2010 8:10 pm
Marshall felt horrible as he listened to the girl speak and when he watched her he could tell that something significant was wrong and it hurt him so bad to think that she was in such pain. He could see it in his heart, The tattoo over the organ burnt his skin slightly, She looked like he did when he had lost his first love. The male didn't want to pry, but for some weird reason he wanted nothing more than to know what the girls problem was. He wanted so badly to be close to her, He too reached out and patted the top of her hand in hopes of making her feel better. He smiled softly hoping that he could say something to make her laugh, the paint that was crusted on his hands gave him the Idea, He had been told she painted as well, " Gwin, Have you found a new cleaning solvent that took the paint off your hands? because they look amazing... I don't think that I could ever get the paint from my hands." He told her dragging his hand back and plopping it in his lap, For some reason he felt horrible.
He looked over at Impulse and then at Gwin, He had to think of a lie. No matter how much it pained him to lie to the man that he loved he had to, " Well I thought that we could all be great freinds, That we could get together and have a very nice afternoon..." He smiled and shrugged praying to got that the male whom he shared a room with wouldn't see threw the lie. " But I think I picked a bad day to call us together..." He trailed off tracing his bright eyes up to Gwin, " If you don't want to stay around, You can go home." He knew that Imp too could feel the girls sadness and the soft spoken male didn't want to keep the female if she didn't want to be around.
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Posted: Sun Mar 28, 2010 8:22 pm
She sighed, pulling back her hands from the boys, and looked at them on her lap. "im sorry Marshall, I understand... im kind of raining on your guys parade. Honestly, the only solvent I can think of is salt water... and not painting for a week." She gave him a half smile, letting the old brilliantly fake one fade away. "You really shouldn't lie though, it usually does more harm then good." Gwin looked up, meeting marshall's eyes before standing up, and saluting them. Some thing of herself being shown through the pain.
"nice to see ya boys, but it seems your a bit preoccupied." She started walking away, wrapping her hands in her scarf, unsure of whether or not to go home.
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Posted: Sun Mar 28, 2010 9:14 pm
Marshall felt horrible the female saw right threw what he'd said, He jumped up from where he'd been sitting next to his boyfriend And walked across the picnic table and walked towards where the girl was, Impulse had changed so much about the other male, He felt so much better around the male and now He was touching other people. It was a huge leap for the male, He swollowed hard and took Gwin by the elbow and stopped her. " Gwin, Don't go." He muttered nibbling on his lip while he waited for her to either punch him or to stop and listen to him.
He swollowed hard and turned her towards the table where Impulse was still sitting, " Come sit back down, I'll talk to you both about it, It would make my life a lot eaiser." He let go of the girls elbow and looked back at Impulse, He was so wrong by calling the other's here. He really shouldn't be asking, It would only make the girl feel so much worse. He ground his teeth together and knew his boyfriend would probably yell at him for asking this, He'd yet to talk to the other about this and he figured it would make things bad.
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Posted: Sun Mar 28, 2010 10:23 pm
"You're fine, not raining on our parade," Impulse reassured Gwin in a soft voice, even as she left the table. He stood as well, reaching to go after her, but Marshall beat him to it. He paused, ears pulled back as he listened to his boyfriend try to talk Gwin into staying. Why? Couldn't he see she was obviously in pain? As Marsh reached for Gwin, Imp reached for him, tugging on his sleeve, looking a little pale. "Marsh..."
What was Marshall talking about? Impulse felt a rush of nerves settle in his gut as he sat back down, obeying his lover. Marsh had something to tell them? What in the world could it be? Imp wanted to reach for him, to ask him what was going on, because anything would be better than the pain in his stomach of not knowing. He was a worrier -- he always had been. But it was worse when Marsh was looking so....grim?
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Posted: Sun Mar 28, 2010 11:22 pm
Gwin stopped, closing her eyes in a weary manner, refusing to look at Marshall, but not pulling away. Wh.. what, why now? What did he want with her? For her to be his best man or something? Bitterly she made her way back to the picnic table, drawing her knees up to her chest and looking at the grain work in the table. One ear was perked forward, listening, the other lay flat against her skull. Not so much from being dragged back to the table -how she took the 'guiding'- but from her own thoughts.
She should be happy... right? Gwin bit her lip, her mismatched eyes staring at the holes in her stockings, adverting her gaze from the guys as much as possible.
"Quit being such a girl Marshall, just tell us whats on your mind."
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Posted: Sat Apr 10, 2010 7:28 pm
Marshall sighed at the two in front of him, he had to spit out everything that he was thinking about and he knew that it was going to get him into a lot of trouble. " I was thinking, When Impulse and I are ready, That maybe possibly Gwin, You could be a surogant for our children. I Want to know your okay with it, because... I wanna take the next step in our relationship." He mumbled quickly hoping that the other's heard him clearly. He didn't want to have to explain again. His heart felt heavy with each thump in his chest because he knew that the girl was in no shape to take a question like this. He really wished that he wouldn't have asked her to come here and he felt like running away. If it wouldn't hurt Impulse he would just leave, Take off and walk away and never come back because he hated making other's uncomfortable, " It doesn't have to be tonight, Or even tomorrow, Or a month from now, When ever the three of us are ready." The male said softly to make sure that the others knew he wasn't pushing the issue right now.
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Posted: Wed May 19, 2010 10:21 pm
Impulse blinked blue eyes at his boyfriend, waiting for the news with his heart in his throat. He stole a glance at Gwin, his heart aching for her sadness, wishing he could do something -- anything -- to cheer her up. However, when Marshall finally spit out what was on his mind, Imp's heart skipped a beat and he was pretty sure he stopped breathing for a moment. "W-What? Kids? Us?" He had never...thought about it. Never. Not even once. Okay, maybe once when he met a kitten on the street, but he never figured he'd be able to have kids. He was gay. Gays just didn't...have kids, right? His ears fell back for a moment, then quickly smiled. "I...never really figured you'd be mother materiel, Marshiiiie!" He winked to show he was kidding, then looked at Gwin.
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 12:30 pm
Gwin swallowed hard, her face visibly paling. She opened her mouth to say something… anything witty or … well normal Gwin, but nothing came out, no thought came into her head. It was as though her mind was filled with static. Her mismatched eyes flicked between the boys, her mind whirling… with the shock, words finally working out of the haze. Her fingers arithmetically caressed the scarf, finally directing her eyes down, a blush forming on her cheeks and running down her neck. “I…” cant. Was what she wanted to say, but it was like she just… couldn’t. Making love… it was something that took a lot of trust for Gwin, considering she had horrific experiences with it in the past. But this was Impulse… She loved Impulse, he was like a best friend… a brother… and he wouldn’t have another chance to have kids. Still she thought it was odd that Marshall should ask her without Imp’s permission… she didn’t even truly know the male. “I’ll … think about it.” She managed finally, her thoughts still slightly static… still kind of vague and slow to come.
Gwinivere pushed her legs out, unclenching her body and stood up, her eyes focused on her rain boots now. “Impulse can you walk me home now?” It was a faint hope… she needed to talk to him without someone she didn’t really know there… someone she felt comfortable to cry around.
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Posted: Mon May 24, 2010 3:19 pm
Marshall bit his lip hard almost drawing blood, " Thanks Gwin." Marshall mumbled before he looked at his boyfriend, he too stood up, his legs shaking underneith his bodys weight. " I'll meet you at home Imp." He muttered turning to walk towards where the two of them stayed together. He was nervous as hell, he didn't want the female to turn him down and he was very afriad that Impulse would have a lot to say once they got home. he turned taking shaky steps praying his legs wouldn't give out on him as he stalked away. in his head he knew that nothing would work right, Impules would be pissed and Gwin would shoot them down.
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