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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2018 11:57 am
Quote: Event Prompt 3 of ??? As it grows closer to Halloween, you find your sleep to be practically non-existent. If you’re lucky, you manage to get 1-3 hours of rest at best and the nightmares grow worse, almost to the point where the memories of them haunt you during your waking hours. You can’t seem to satisfy your ever-growing hunger and any meat you manage to scarf down ends up being more raw than not. Your skin starts to itch, any scratching causes sores over your body or hair loss at your scalp. What skin hasn't been scratched is turning a sickly pale, almost green shade. Maybe you've caught some sort of virus or bug that's going around?
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2018 12:05 pm
Nadia had been tolerant, if that was a good word, of her boyfriends current behavioral changes. Perhaps something about Halloween had given him the annoyed persona, which was more then odd for the old Lorne but she wasn't sure with new Lorne. He had come back from the pumpkin patch with a tote of pumpkins for his kids and even more annoyed snappish behavior.
She had tried to ask what, but he brushed it off and so did she. If he wanted to handle it his own way, she wasn't about to push him.
Except now, where she was sitting in her kitchen, sipping her tea and leveling a blue gaze at the man. He had come over the night before, to be a couple and do couple things and woken up even MORE annoyed and irritable.
She had tried making him breakfast, bacon and eggs and some rolls but he was practically eating the bacon only.
"Lorne. I think we need to take you to the doctor." She would never find her boyfriend hideous, but there was certainly something about him right now that was particularly.....
ghoulish.
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2018 2:52 pm
To say Lorne wasn’t feeling good was something of an understatement. The last few days had been anything but fun... and he’d even ended up taking a couple of days off work, just to try and sleep or something. He hated feeling like this. And Nadia had been trying so hard to take care of him. Everyone sort of had. But it wasn’t as though he could just shut it off; the harder he tried, it felt like the more agitated he got. And last night - god, he’d slept about an hour. Maybe less. Hours and hours of just staring at the ceiling of his girlfriend’s room. He’d gotten up once and eaten some things he really wished he’d dreamed. And then he was still hungry. Hungry and itchy. Hungry and itchy and mad. Lorne had really tried not to trouble anyone, even if he knew it waa still troubling them. The way he’d been, there was no way NOT to, and - he still hadn’t told Nadia about his run in with Hurst at the patch, either. He wolfed down another piece of bacon. “I went to the doctor already, “ and he sounded annoyed. He was, frankly, but not at her. “He said something about insomnia and tried some test to see if it’s a dietary issue. Branleur... , “ he spat at the thought of him.
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2018 6:52 pm
The snap of words would make any other woman probably cower away, but Nadia was no such woman, and her mother raised her to deal with NUMEROUS brothers.
"Well you should go again, because you look worst." She quirked a brow at him, daring him to argue with her. "I know you didn't sleep a wink last night, I could feel you tossing and turning."
Eventually she set her tea down and came closer to him, looking at his arms and neck. The scar made her jolt a bit, a reminder of the close encounter...
wait...could he have gotten rabies from a youma?
No no.
There was scratch marks and sores, and she was pretty sure she needed to get some of them disinfected. "At least let me get some dressed." She paused at the way he devoured all the bacon. "Theres more in the fridge if you want to make some more."
At least he had an appetite right?
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Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2018 4:05 pm
Lorne shot her a look that was more exasperated than angry... not that it was any less weird. He was usually all sweetness, warmth, and patience. "I didn't mean to keep you up, " although that kind of apology was more up his alley, dropping his elbows onto the table and his chin on his hands with a heavy sigh. "I don't really know what to do about it. I feel like things might be better if I could just sleep, but..." The way she jolted at the scar, conversely, made him cringe a bit. He wasn't self-conscious about it, he just... he didn't want that day being what she thought of when she looked at him, if that even made sense. Even if here and there it was getting harder not to repeat the things he'd heard from Hurst. All those comments about pinning her to things, the taste of her lips - what would it say for them if all she could see was that day, and all he could see was Hurst? How to even broach that topic when technically she hadn't done anything wrong? She still could have told me, though.He slumped in his chair a bit. "Do what you want, " although the bacon implored him. With some effort, Lorne dragged himself up and out of the chair, groaning with his fingers flexing as he tried not to scratch. Bacon did sound good. He opened the fridge and took the packet out. "What are your plans for the day?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2018 10:54 pm
"I didn't say you did." Just that he had been tossing and turning and no amount of her had given him comfort. He had been plauged with something and she wasn't sure if it was nightmares from the attack or something else. He didn't tell her.
"I don't mean to flinch. You were so strong that day, I'm just sad...." She tried to flirt, tried to lighten the mood, "That he got his mark on there before I could get my own." She would've nipped his neck or kissed him but the disease he was carrying might be contagious.
"Why are you being like this?" She pushed away and then crossed her arms, "Did I do something?"
She watched him go to the fridge, pull the bacon out and ask her plans.
"Taking you to the doctor and possibly nursing you." She said airily. "Otherwise, I am not doing much else. I haven't found work that I am quite willing to throw myself in."
It was hard to think of not doing ballet, but she hadn't found something in DC that offered what she was skilled at.
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2018 2:36 pm
Didn't mean to flinch - Lorne didn't know whether he was relieved or more frustrated that she'd called attention to it. It was like being caught at a crossroads, and he didn't really love the way that felt. Still, he tried to muster a smile. "Plenty of time for that." How many marks had she left on Hurst without telling him? He swallowed at nothing and the first gut response to her question was, "No, " and then just as quickly, like the traces of too large a dinner creeping up the back of one's throat, "Maybe, " came out - it was not supposed to, and just as rapidly, "No, " with a bit more force as he shook his head and got up. Couldn't find work to throw herself in. Guilt had a way of creeping too, and he clutched the pack of bacon a little tighter. "Will the ballet not take you back? Isn't there something you can do with dance?" He plucked out a piece of bacon, stuck it in his mouth, and hardly chewed before gulping it down. "Maybe teach? Or... I don't know, something?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2018 2:37 pm
Didn't mean to flinch - Lorne didn't know whether he was relieved or more frustrated that she'd called attention to it. It was like being caught at a crossroads, and he didn't really love the way that felt. Still, he tried to muster a smile. "Plenty of time for that." How many marks had she left on Hurst without telling him? He swallowed at nothing and the first gut response to her question was, "No, " and then just as quickly, like the traces of too large a dinner creeping up the back of one's throat, "Maybe, " came out - it was not supposed to, and just as rapidly, "No, " with a bit more force as he shook his head and got up. Couldn't find work to throw herself in. Guilt had a way of creeping too, and he clutched the pack of bacon a little tighter. "Will the ballet not take you back? Isn't there something you can do with dance?" He plucked out a piece of bacon, stuck it in his mouth, and hardly chewed before gulping it down. "Maybe teach? Or... I don't know, something?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2018 2:38 pm
Didn't mean to flinch - Lorne didn't know whether he was relieved or more frustrated that she'd called attention to it. It was like being caught at a crossroads, and he didn't really love the way that felt. Still, he tried to muster a smile. "Plenty of time for that." How many marks had she left on Hurst without telling him? He swallowed at nothing and the first gut response to her question was, "No, " and then just as quickly, like the traces of too large a dinner creeping up the back of one's throat, "Maybe, " came out - it was not supposed to, and just as rapidly, "No, " with a bit more force as he shook his head and got up. Couldn't find work to throw herself in. Guilt had a way of creeping too, and he clutched the pack of bacon a little tighter. "Will the ballet not take you back? Isn't there something you can do with dance?" He plucked out a piece of bacon, stuck it in his mouth, and hardly chewed before gulping it down. "Maybe teach? Or... I don't know, something?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2018 2:39 pm
Didn't mean to flinch - Lorne didn't know whether he was relieved or more frustrated that she'd called attention to it. It was like being caught at a crossroads, and he didn't really love the way that felt. Still, he tried to muster a smile. "Plenty of time for that." How many marks had she left on Hurst without telling him? He swallowed at nothing and the first gut response to her question was, "No, " and then just as quickly, like the traces of too large a dinner creeping up the back of one's throat, "Maybe, " came out - it was not supposed to, and just as rapidly, "No, " with a bit more force as he shook his head and got up. Couldn't find work to throw herself in. Guilt had a way of creeping too, and he clutched the pack of bacon a little tighter. "Will the ballet not take you back? Isn't there something you can do with dance?" He plucked out a piece of bacon, stuck it in his mouth, and hardly chewed before gulping it down. "Maybe teach? Or... I don't know, something?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2018 2:40 pm
Didn't mean to flinch - Lorne didn't know whether he was relieved or more frustrated that she'd called attention to it. It was like being caught at a crossroads, and he didn't really love the way that felt. Still, he tried to muster a smile. "Plenty of time for that." How many marks had she left on Hurst without telling him? He swallowed at nothing and the first gut response to her question was, "No, " and then just as quickly, like the traces of too large a dinner creeping up the back of one's throat, "Maybe, " came out - it was not supposed to, and just as rapidly, "No, " with a bit more force as he shook his head and got up. Couldn't find work to throw herself in. Guilt had a way of creeping too, and he clutched the pack of bacon a little tighter. "Will the ballet not take you back? Isn't there something you can do with dance?" He plucked out a piece of bacon, stuck it in his mouth, and hardly chewed before gulping it down. "Maybe teach? Or... I don't know, something?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2018 2:41 pm
Didn't mean to flinch - Lorne didn't know whether he was relieved or more frustrated that she'd called attention to it. It was like being caught at a crossroads, and he didn't really love the way that felt. Still, he tried to muster a smile. "Plenty of time for that." How many marks had she left on Hurst without telling him? He swallowed at nothing and the first gut response to her question was, "No, " and then just as quickly, like the traces of too large a dinner creeping up the back of one's throat, "Maybe, " came out - it was not supposed to, and just as rapidly, "No, " with a bit more force as he shook his head and got up. Couldn't find work to throw herself in. Guilt had a way of creeping too, and he clutched the pack of bacon a little tighter. "Will the ballet not take you back? Isn't there something you can do with dance?" He plucked out a piece of bacon, stuck it in his mouth, and hardly chewed before gulping it down. "Maybe teach? Or... I don't know, something?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2018 9:25 pm
"Yeah, I guess so."Something about him, beyond his sickness was off and she couldn't help the underlining annoyance. Of herself and of him. She thought they were past the point of passiveness aggressiveness. She thought they were back to being a couple.
"Maybe?" Her brow raised immediately and she focused on his face.
"What do you mean maybe?" She ignored his question of the ballet, "What did I do then Lorne?" She would've snatched the bacon out of his hand but he gobbled it down.
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2018 8:55 am
Part of him really wished she'd just let it go - he'd moved on to the next thing, but now that the question was asked - Lorne just didn't have the capacity to bite it back anymore, not in the state he was in. He shut the refrigerator door a little heavily and sighed hard. "You told me Hurst was your friend, " and once it was started, there was no taking it back. Like vomit, it was both a strain and a release to get it out of him. Either way, he wanted it gone. "You never told me how... close two were. And make no mistake, I understand we were not together at the time, " as far as he knew, and Lorne refused to begin doubting her now, "but you never told me about him, never warned me, and that was not fair. I extended my hand to him as a friend of yours, and he cornered me in the damned grocery store of all things to lavish me with the details of it, mocking me, and I - you know me, Nadia, and I know I did something stupid when we were apart, but you know me, " and his anxiety, his stammering, everything. If he'd known, at least, he could have been uncomfortable but prepared. "Then I'm sick, I'm miserable, and what does this - this salaud, he comes again when I'm out buying pumpkins for my children, I ask him to leave me be, and he starts again. Starts talking about you, and the things he's done with you, talking about our relationship as though he has any say, and god help me, I hit him. And I'm sorry for striking your friend, I am, but I'm also not, honestly, I am not. I do not like him, and some warning would have been nice. That's all." His gaze dropped, suddenly, because even as awful as he felt, as frustrated and upset, amplified a thousand fold by whatever it was he had, Lorne was still Lorne. He murmured something that might have been an apology, the red in his face contrasting with the greenish hue of his flesh as he crammed another piece of bacon in his mouth, thoughtlessly. Pixie Nyxie Cranky Lorne = assertive Lorne idk?
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2018 10:59 am
Had she known that Hurst would be about to harassing the young man, she wouldn't have trusted the man with her personal feelings on the matter. Though she was sure she made quite sure how she felt.
The accusations and angriness he felt made her, in return, angry as well. Perhaps she should've told him, because it would've kept them honest. Perhaps she did feel bad, Hurst was her friend. She just momentarily forgot there was a reason he always had a black eye.
"I'm not sorry you hit him." She started, "As Hurst goal in a lot of his interactions is to drag the worst out of people." She waited, "He was there for me when you were not, and that will not change what it was Lorne. We were friends before, and then we were lovers for the short time recently until you came home. It was casual, friendly and momentarily fulfilling when I had been abandoned by not just you, but our whole goddamn family. Auguste, you and Colin, gone. I didn't tell you...." Hands shook, and she knew because he was so angry and so upset and she wanted to avoid this. He hadn't even stuttered, nor had he looked away...."I didn't tell you because we were working on other things. I was scared that you would leave me again." She sighed. "I love you Lorne, not Hurst. That will never change, unless you want it too."
She reached over and pushed hair away from his face. "I love you. I do. And I am sorry that I did not tell you about Hurst. I should have, but I was scared. I still am. Hurst knows this and perhaps its his way of instigating you to see if you are serious about me." She stopped, "I will talk to him, unless he took the hint when you punched him."
and stopped there.
"How did it feel to punch him?"
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