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 Posted: Sun May 10, 2009 8:54 pm
"We'll get by one way or another and just because I hate eating meat doesn't mean that they won't be allowed to eat it. They'll be given the option as anyone else would be but I will not eat it. And I can raise a kid, just because they're lycans doesn't mean they're going to be completely alien from a human child or any other kind of child for that matter. I think Veroen and I would be able to make some compromises and whatnot and he certainly doesn't have an issue with meat."
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2009 3:12 pm
Edith didn't find it difficult detecting the awkwardness of the conversation and she figured Ceon would likely not appreciate her attempts of diverting it to something else. She had no idea where he stood with her, he confused the s**t out of her. One moment he wanted to kill her and the next he was helping her out and even kissing her when he had absolutely no right to. "Well you're conscious now and that means I don't have to babysit you for Mr. Bipolar wolf anymore so I'm gonna go ... Toodles. I'm sure I'll see you around this dead city."
(( Exit ))
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2009 10:58 am
It had been a while since Edith had left his apartment, and for the longest time Ceon sat in his bed room, rummaging through old pictures of Layna and Gabriel. Why was it that his whole life seemed to take a 180 turn? It seemed as though it was him against the world again, and so for weeks he thought and reflected. Ceon finally left his room to go out and get some fresh air: he needed to get away from this place, for there were too many memories.
(exit)
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Posted: Wed Feb 29, 2012 9:06 am
Layna stood outside her door, and stared at the door. the door had apparently been replaced in her absense, and looked like it had not been touched since it was installed. On it's clean surface was a note, taped in place. It said the following:
I don't know what happened here, but it needed fixing.
Enjoy, dear Layna.
Kamahl
A smile touched, Layna's features, true and warm. Kamahl. He had saved her back when she had first moved to the city. And now, it seemed... He saved her now. Taking the key from her pocket, she put it into the lock, hearing it click into place. At least he hadn't changed the locks, or she would have been in trouble. A little nervously, she turned the handle.
As the door creaked open and the apartment beyond was revealed, she could have fainted. Was this really her apartment? It was beautiful, chic and perfect in every way she could imagine. The floors were spotless, and everything was immaculate and untouched that Layna was afraid to ruin it.
She set down the children and watched them run toward the bedrooms, and she could hear them squealing in utter delight, even Gabriel after his strange coldness. Layna smiled, a long drawn-out sigh leaving her lips as she wandered through toward the living room. When her feel touched fur, she looked down and marveled at the softness. This was no cheap fur rug, it was several white furs stitched together until it was large enough to be a rug. She leaned down and ran her fingers through it, smiling. So soft and comforting.
She turned left and stared toward the patio she could see beyond the sliding glass door, and as she approached she watched the sensor lights turn on outside, illuminating the gently decorated patio. She couldn't deny Kamahl had taste.
She then headed toward doors which were closed and opened them, revealing the contents beyond. Her room. She touched the walls gingerly, then stopped, peering down at her appearance. Covered in blood and smelling like a dog. Ugh. As the thought flicked through her mind, she heard the bath in the bathroom near the children's room flick on. Seems they had the same idea, and from the piercing squeals Gabriel was giving Mariaka a bath. Such a good boy. He had always been helpful with his baby sister since she had arrived in this world.
Layna stepped toward the closet, and flicked on the light-switch, and for the second time nearly fell over in shock. Clothes. New clothes. They hung color-coded and stylized carefully. Shoes sat on built wooden shelves, as did other things. It was wholly human, and made her laugh aloud for a moment, breathing a thank you to Kamahl wherever he was.
She tugged a long nightgown-like piece from a hanger, and marveled in the softness, running it through her fingers. This would do splendidly. She then reached into a low drawer and felt herself redden. Bras, and panties sat there in immaculate order... Had he really done this too?
She pulled a sinewy piece of underwear and peered at the size. It was the right size... Had he guessed?
She flicked the light back off and closed the door to the closet and looked again around the room. Every memory of Ceon had been torn away from the apartment and thrown away. She sighed at this realization but shook her head. It was for the best of everyone.
She turned her attention to the bathroom and turned the light on that was next to the door, illuminating within. It was beautiful, and so lovely and comfortable in tone and wasn't cold like some bathrooms were. She gently set down her clothes on the counter and looked at the tub, seeing hot and cold, and then a button placed between. A jacuzzi bath tub? Oh, by the gods that would be heavenly. She turned the dials, hearing them creak slightly from disuse and watched the water flowing into the tub, already filling the expanse with a soft layer of steam. As it filled up, she turned her attention to the counter and the drawers, and took to exploring them. Make-up in this one. A number of brushes in this one. Hair accessories in this one... Why had Kamahl done all this? It was overkill, and too wonderful.
She pulled a brush from the drawer and set it next to the tub, before pulling oils and shampoo and conditioner from another drawer. Sniffing the oil, she nearly squealed in delight. Almond! Oh, how she adored the scent.
She turned the water dials on the tub and stripped off the torn and bloodied rags that were left of her clothing. Slowly, she tugged the feathers from her hair and set them aside for her to clean later. She then stepped into the boiling hot water and relished in the wondrous feeling that coursed through her. When she was completely submerged, she just sat there, breathing, allowing the water to seep into every ache and pain that had attached itself to her. It was like that perfect dessert that you can't quite get rid of the taste of, because it's so sweet and deliriously delicious you don't want to.
The water had turned dark as she began scrubbing her body, getting rid of the dirt, blood and the feelings that had attached themselves to her. Gone. She just wanted them gone. She scrubbed until her scalp stung and her skin felt stripped, and yet she still felt unclean. She picked up a bottle of shampoo and let a glob of it fall into her hands before she began to work it from scalp to the tips of her long hair, gently working out tangles and smoothing out knots. She then let her head fall back into the water, and began to work the soap out of her hair. Scrub. Scrub. Scrub. It's all she wanted to do. She followed up the shampoo with the conditioner and scrubbed it through, before rinsing it out. Her hair laid in long wet waves around her, free of debris and dirt, and as black as night.
She sat up on the edge of the tub and let the water run out of the tub, dirt collecting near the drain. She rain water into it once more until the tub was as spotless as it was before she used it. She squeezed the excess water out of her hair before she picked up the bottle of oils and began to rub it into her scalp and working it downward toward the tips, leaving her hair feeling silky. Picking up the brush she had set next to the tub, she began brushing out every strand of hair till it lay smooth around her.
Layna slowly stood and picked up a plush towel that lay next to the tub, and wrapped it around her, drying her skin before she hung it on the hook above the tub to dry. She slipped the long fabric of the pajamas over her head and let it fall to lay flat around her, before she pulled her hair through to flow like black water around her.
Stretching, she relished in the feeling of cleanliness.
She then walked toward the living room and saw both her children, sitting clean as can be, and dressed in sleek pajamas sitting upon the couch, staring at the flames that licked the wood within the fireplace. Even she stared for a moment before flopping on the couch next to them. It was then she noticed the long cedar case beside Gabriel. She recognized it.
"Will you play for us, mother?" He asked, turning his grey eyes to look at his mother with a smile that turned her heart to liquid. "Of course, dear one." She murmured as he handed the case to her. Within was a violin she had learned to play over the years. Picking up the bow, she ran the chalk across the hairs and made sure they were taut. She then picked up the violin and flicked each string to check tightness. Perfect.
Lifting the violin tinto place, she began to play. It felt like all the sorrow and insecurities were laid bare there in the music, and she felt her expression change to one of sadness. Her children both turned still, listening to the music with their eyes closed.
(( Song :: Sad Violin ))
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