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 Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2013 12:38 pm
Meeting The Family pt. 3
After dinner, the family gathered in the living room to play board games and chat about their day. Sarah sat in the middle of the rug in the middle of the room while Damien and Alabaster tickled a very giddy Adriana. Her heart swelled with pride for her little brother as the couple rocked their baby and it all began to set in. Her brother was a father and she was an aunt! He had a beautiful home, a beautiful life and she had nothing to worry about. He had survived on his own and she couldn't have been more proud. She gazed over to Crystal, who was carrying a box of card games, and grinned.
"What're we going to play tonight?" She asked.
"Whatever you want to, I suppose." Crystal replied. She set the box down carefully before Sarah and sat beside her, offering her a smile. "Go on, pick your favorite!"
"But..." Sarah muttered. "I've never played a card game before... I don't have a favorite!"
"Don't worry about it, sis!" Alabaster chirped, setting Adriana on the ground. "We'll let Adriana pick!"
Adriana chirped and raised her eyebrow at the box of games. They didn't look very fun to her. In fact, some of them weren't even colorful! She sat on her rump and looked up at her parents, confused as to why she was being made to look at them.
Damien chuckled at his daughter and scooped her up again.
"I don't think she understands what's going on, sweetheart." He said. "She's too young to play card games. They probably look like sheets of paper to her, not a game!"
"Heh, you're probably right!" Alabaster replied, patting Adriana on the head. "Sorry baby, we put you on the spot!"
"Chiiii! Chikooo...?" Adriana piped, tilting her head to the side. The room exploded in aws and laughter, causing the little Chikorita to grin and wiggle. "Chiiii! Chi! Chiiikoo!" She hopped out of her father's arms and ran circles around the room.
"Looks like she wants to play tag!" Sarah exclaimed. She stood and followed Adriana around the room, laughing and making funny noises.
Adriana squealed profusely and ran faster, giggling at the noises Sarah made. Soon, she found that she was being followed by her entire family, which made her squeal louder. She ran and ran until her little legs couldn't run any further, which landed her right in Alabaster's waiting arms. The tired little Pokemon stretched, yawned and snuggled against her father's chest, tuckered out from all the excitement.
"Looks like someone's ready for bed, Damien..." Alabaster whispered, smirking up at his lover. He moved towards the staircase and motioned for Damien to follow. "Should we put our little racer to bed?"
Damien nodded and followed Alabaster up the stairs, his arm moving to pull the other closer to his side. They wandered into their room and placed Adriana gently into her fluffy little cot that sat beside their bed. Warm plush blankets were carefully tucked around her as they knelt by her side. A soft smile grew on their faces as they looked upon their drowsy daughter.
"Maybe Sarah would like to help us sing her a lullaby, Alabaster." Damien whispered.
"She would love to, Damien." Alabaster agreed, turning to fetch his sister from the living room. "When I was little, she always joined my mother in singing to my younger sister and I. She's a natural mother..." He descended the staircase about halfway and whistled to Sarah. "Hey, sis, you want to sing your niece a lullaby?"
Sarah beamed and nodded. Quietly, she followed her brother up the stairs and tip toed to Adriana's bedside. She marveled at how cute she looked tucked underneath all of her fuzzy blankets and gently brushed a fuzzball out of her sleepy eyes. A weak "chi" resonated from the sleepy little baby and Sarah's heart just about melted. She gazed over to her side, where Damien and Alabaster knelt with the same mesmerized expression, and she smiled.
"I'm so proud of you, little brother..." She whispered, tears forming in her eyes. "She's beautiful..."
Wine red eyes filled with tears as they gazed over to Sarah. Alabaster wrapped his arms around his sister and squeezed tightly. The two person hug was quickly turned into a group hug as Damien locked his arms around the pair, and the tears came tumbling down. Though they were tears of joy, the amount of emotion he felt was enough to make his heart pound.
"Just to hear you say that..." He stammered out. "Is... Is... It's beautiful. I never thought I would hear you say that... Never in a million years."
"Well, you've earned it, 'Bast." Sarah replied, drying his eyes. "Both of you have done a terrific job. There's still much more to do, but so far, you're both doing a fantastic job." She hugged them both again before facing Adriana, who was growing closer and closer to sleeping by the second. "What lullaby should we sing?"
"She has her favorite," Damien whispered. "Do you know "You Are My Sunshine?"
Sarah gleamed. That was one of her favorites!
"My mother used to sing that to me all the time..." She replied. "Who wants to start?"
"Why don't you?" Alabaster said.
"Alright then," Sarah said, taking a breath in. "You are my sunshine..."
"Our only sunshine..." Alabaster sang.
"You make us happy when skies are gray..." Damien sang.
"You'll never know, dear..." Sarah sang.
"How much we love you..." Crystal added from the doorway.
"So please don't take..." Alabaster sang, cuddling closer to Damien.
"Our sunshine..." Damien sang, snuggling up to Alabaster.
"Away..." Sarah sang. She finished the song softly and smiled at the now sleeping Adriana. She rose and motioned the others to tip toe out of the room with her. They walked back down into the living room and continued to chat.
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"Well, I'm off to catch some beauty sleep!" Crystal announced as she headed up towards her room. "I'll see you all tomorrow morning! Sleep tight!"
"Good night, Crystal!" Sarah said, waving. She turned to Damien and Alabaster, who were back snuggling on the sofa, and sat down next to them. "So..." Sarah began. "I'll be heading up to bed soon, too..." She paused and smiled. Her brother and his lover had fallen asleep against each other's chests, which was the cutest thing she had seen in a long time, next to her niece of course. With a lighthearted chuckle she covered the couple in a blanket and kissed Alabaster on the forehead. She stopped to marvel at how much her brother had grown before ascending the staircase and heading to her room. It was spacious and full of room for her to grow into. And as soon as the door was closed, she flopped down upon the bed and squealed against the pillows. She was home! She was home! And life was, once again, filled with that rare, long sought after, sunshine.
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2013 6:36 pm
Day Dreaming
So much had happened in the last few weeks that Damien had forgotten what it was like to feel calm. From meeting Sarah to Adriana's sudden growth spurt, the world was bursting with life and excitement. It was hard to keep his heart from jumping right out of his chest. Things were looking up in every aspect of his life. All had become beautiful.
It was silent in the house on a Sunday morning, far too early for everyone else to get up and start the day, when Damien caught a glimpse of a familiar figure running out by Opal Lake. He rose, enamored and alert, and raced out the front door. Tears welled in his eyes, could it really have been who he thought it was? Pajama clad legs leaped forward, only to pause, halted by the logic of the mind that had propelled them forward. He had only seen the shadow of a wind blown tree waving across his plane of sight. It had fooled him while he sat engrossed in a morning day dream. With a sigh, he padded back into the house to continue his hunt for breakfast.
The sun had moved into the noonday position when he caught the glance of a long lost companion. They had been sitting, staring at him, from beneath an obscured tree. Once again, heart racing and feet thumping along the earth, Damien hurried to greet them. But, the same sting of disappointment filled his heart. It was nothing but a pile of logs propped up against a tree. He wandered back to his daily chores, fooled again by his ever fleeting mind.
By mid-afternoon he had been fooled time and time again. They were in the windows of the shops, the branches of the trees, even up upon the roof of his own home, but none of these sightings had proven to be genuine after a swift inspection. He had begun to question his sanity as he raked the leaves out in the front yard. Was he out of his mind? Did he really think they were there? A stiff chill wafted around him, and he adjusted his scarf to compensate, but found that it did nothing to rid himself of the cold. He left his rake on the grass, took his daughter's hand, and went back inside the house.
Dinner time shed light upon his condition as he munched on his steak and potatoes. The loving gaze from his lover was enough of a medicine, a distraction, from his silent heartache. He realized that he could rid himself of the "sightings" by immersing himself in conversations with those he loved, and so, made a vow to do so more often. It would take all his power not dwindle backwards, but it would all be worth it in due time. The love of his family would disperse the need to retreat. He just had to believe.
Once darkness had settled in the sightings grinded to a halt. He was snug in the warm embrace of his lover and all distractions were futile. Blue eyes gazed softly upon Alabaster's sleeping face and a new, blissful day dream waved over his mind. There would be a wedding, a wedding for them, and a night devoted to nothing but love. But it would only be the beginning for them. Tiny hands, tiny ears, little voices. Yes, children, they would become fathers again. The day dream lingered and rested within his soul, replacing all other day dreams from the hours before. He fell asleep, his heart and vigor renewed, his dreams quickly forming into plans for the very next day.
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2013 7:56 pm
A Dream Deterred For A Joyous Reunion
Damien rose early the next day and set out to do exactly what he had planned to do the night before. He wanted to buy Alabaster an engagement ring. He hated to lie to his lover about where he was going, but he figured that if he got him a ring more than fit for his beauty, that he wouldn't mind. He packed himself a sandwich, a bottle of soda, and grabbed his wallet. Before he left the property he checked how much he had saved up and swallowed hard. Would he have enough?
The sights and sounds of the city were just as exciting to him as they were when he was a Pokemon. He hustled himself away from the hot dog stands so he wouldn't be tempted to buy himself a snack. He needed all the money he had on him for his future with Alabaster, not for his favorite food. With his mind focused on the task at hand, he searched for the jewelry store he had seen during his last trip into the city. It was a small, privately owned store that had many pretty things to look at, but he couldn't remember what it was called.
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It was hours before Damien decided to take a rest. He had gotten lost for the first time in his life, and was beginning to feel disheartened. The shop he wanted to go to seemed to be nowhere in sight! Had he just imagined it being there? This was insane! How could he have forgotten where it was?! He held his head in his hands, shaking it from side to side. What was he going to do now? He had traveled all the way out into the middle of central park and couldn't find what he was looking for!
Suddenly, there was a tap upon his shoulder. His eyes snapped upwards to look at who had tapped him, but instead of seeing a person, there was a sticky note stuck to his shoulder. Perplexed, he plucked the note from where it lay and began to read.
"You look lost."
"Uh..." Damien stammered, flabbergasted by what he had read. "Yes... I am..."
There was another tap on his shoulder, and another sticky note lay upon his shoulder. He peeled it off his shoulder, glancing around, and read.
"Okay. Where do you want to go? Sybelle can give you directions."
Now Damien was scared. Who was this person?! Things were getting weird! He jumped to his feet and began to look around suspiciously. Once again, a tap on his shoulder. He whirled around and breathed a sigh of relief, there was person standing there this time! He surveyed the girl, who had a long french braid and a fierce look in her eyes, and smiled.
"Uh, hey." He said. "Were you the one with the sticky notes?"
"Yes, I was." She replied, smiling back at him. "I am Sybelle. You are lost. Can I help you find your way?"
"If you wouldn't mind that, I would be forever grateful!" Damien exclaimed. "I need to find a jewelry store, but I can't remember it's name! I know it's by a pizza place..."
Sybelle blinked and raised her bone knife to her lips, pondering a moment. Then, she smiled up at him again.
"It is this way, follow." She stated. She grabbed his wrist and gently tugged him along.
Though he thought she was a little odd, Damien appreciated Sybelle's help. As she lead him towards his destination he felt a little strange, like he was experiencing Deja Vu. This girl felt very familiar, her scent even more so, but he couldn't be certain of where he had seen her before. They arrived at the jewelry store without a hitch and Damien thanked her exuberantly. However, as she turned to leave, he remembered a scene from his past. This girl was a Cubone! Was she the one who brought him to the city as a Pokemon?!
"Wait! I have to ask you something!" He cried.
"What else do you need, sir?" Sybelle questioned, tilting her head to the side.
"Uh... Uh..." Damien stuttered. He wasn't entirely sure how to go about asking her, in fact, he was terrified, but he had to know! "When I was a Pokemon, I was taken to the city by a Cubone! I don't remember why or what happened, but I was carried away by a Poke human that was a Cubone! Was that you...?"
Sybelle paused, her eyes growing wide and teary. All her memories flooded back to her. The man she had just helped was the same baby Zorua she had saved so long ago! Instantly she clung to him, grinning and crying.
"Baby Zorua! You are alright! I did not fail! I did not fail!" She cried, snuggling against him. "I thought you were stolen! But you are here! I am happy! I did not fail the Zoroarks! I did good!"
Damien's eyes flooded with tears and the pair sat down on the sidewalk. He began to remember bits and pieces of what had happened while Sybelle explained what she could remember, and everything began to make sense. He wasn't abandoned, his father had trusted him to the care of capable Pokemon! There had been an attack and bright flash of light that spooked him away from the group, and he was taken away to safety by Sybelle. The reunion was a tearful, joyful experience for them both.
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"Where do you live, Sybelle?" He asked, once they had calmed down.
"I live in the alleys with my best friends." She replied.
Damien's eyes went wide and he shook his head. She was only a child, she couldn't live out on the streets, no matter how resourceful she was!
"I live in a big house by Opal Lake with my little family," He said. "And I would like you and your friends to come live with us. It isn't safe out here, I know that for a fact."
Sybelle's eyes brimmed with tears again. She couldn't find the words to reply to Damien's offer, so she lunged into his arms and nodded furiously.
"'Briel and Osha will be happy!" She exclaimed. "We have no home. Now we will!"
They went back to the alleyways to pick up Osha and Gabriel, who were just as ecstatic to finally have a home to call their own. Damien was more than pleased to take them out for dinner and buy them some new clothes, even if he had saved that money for Alabaster's ring. He knew he could always make more money, but it would take a while. At least, now, he knew where the store was.
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2013 5:57 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2013 9:47 pm
Pieces
Fury still lingered around Alabaster despite his session in front of the mirror. He was too angry, too tired, too fed up with being left home alone all the time. Hours had gone by and no one had answered his phone calls or his texts. He couldn't fathom what his family was doing that was so much fun. Dinner time was steadily approaching... Weren't they hungry? Didn't they know that it was cheeseburger night? ... Didn't they care? ...
Did they still need him...?
Red eyes were darkened with sorrow. He laid the star shards out upon the kitchen table and sat, a distance growing between him and reality. The pieces glittered before him but failed to produce a similar reflection upon their beholder. It was enough of a dissonance to cause him to bit his lip and whimper. He knew that he wasn't being abandoned, not at all. But... It was all so... Scary. Would they leave him in due time? Was this really where he belonged? His thoughts grew darker and darker as the seconds ticked past.
In time, he rose and rummaged through the crafts drawer, retrieving a silver chain and a few small tools. Steadily, he pierced a hole in the largest fragment and threaded the chain through it. He marveled his new necklace for a moment before clasping it around his neck with an unsteady smile. He could still wear this fragment as a memory, but the others were far too small to be made into anything else that he could think of. A deep sigh was heaved as they were gathered into his cupped hand and placed in a small mesh bag. He tied the bag around his wrist and shoved his hands in his pocket and headed out the front door. Maybe a walk would do him some good...
His route through the forest quickly became a bee-line for the city, although he wasn't sure why. The familiar sights and sounds lured him through the alleyways and busy streets until a tiny shopping center caught his attention. A jewelry shop, a pizza shop and a some misc. businesses were all lit up and ready for customers, but Alabaster's ears only pinned back farther as he peered in. Shopping was his initial thought, until he noticed a pair of familiar figures in the jewelry store. Tears soon found themselves back upon his cheeks and he began to cry. Damien was in the store with Crystal, and they were shopping for engagement rings! How could this be happening?! Damien was his! Rage laden eyes laid themselves upon Crystal's newly grown teen form and his heart shattered. Could it be that her new growth changed his love for him...?
He didn't stay very long staring into the store window before he burst into the store and grabbed Damien by the arm, growling like he had been attacked.
"How could you betray me like this?!" He screamed, slapping Damien across the face. The bag of star shards that had been gently wrapped around his wrist flew off and crashed against the floor. A soft tinkling sound rang through the Vulpix's ears and he lunged to the floor. "No, no! Please!" He cried, tears streaming down his face. But no matter how much he cried, begged or even tried to put them back together, his glittering shards were now reduced to microscopic pieces. His hands shook as they tried to grasp at the remaining dust that lingered in the air around him, all to no avail. Now defeated in more ways than one, he looked up to see Damien kneeling beside him, an engagement ring held shakily between his fingers.
"W-What are y-you doing...?" He choked. "Crystal's standing over there!"
Damien eyes flew open wide and filled with tears, a reaction that Alabaster hadn't expected. What was going on? They were shopping for rings together, so they must've been thinking about getting married! That's how it went! ... Right? He stared as his lover choked back his sobs and shook his head rapidly.
"No, no! This ring is for YOU!" Damien cried. "She was helping me find the perfect one! Why would you accuse me of cheating on you?!"
Alabaster's heart just about stopped. They had been shopping for an engagement ring... For him...? His chest throbbed as he tried to grab a hold of whatever reality he had left. The room began to spin, his vision grew blurry, and he collapsed into Damien's arms.
(Doesn't count towards reqs because he only has one line, here for plot reasons.)
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2013 3:39 pm
Damien Uses Snarl!
(Dark type move: The user yells as if it is ranting about something, making the target's Sp. Atk stat decrease.)
Today had started out very nicely for Damien. He rose early, kissed his sleeping lover goodbye and headed out to the city to pick up his engagement ring. He got distracted along the way and ended up wasting hours at some dance club that he had been invited to, but he managed to get his task done. Well... Almost.
"I can't believe it!" Crystal cried, growling up at Damien. "How dare he insinuate that I were stealing you away from him! AUUUGH! I WOULD NEVER DREAM OF IT!"
Damien rubbed his temples and sighed. She had been screaming for what seemed like hours. Blah, blah, blaaaaah! Blaaaaaaaaaaah, blaaaaah, blaaaaaah! It was getting to be far too much for him to handle! He had to think of something to make her shut up!
"THE HILLS ARE ALIVE WITH THE SOUND OF MUSIC!" He shouted. "WHALES CAN DO THE CHA-CHA WITH SNAILS! HOW CONVENIENT! I LIKE TO SING SHOW TUNES! BLARGH!"
Instantly, silence rang through the air. Crystal stood wide eyed and he smirked. Whatever nonsense he had just said made he stop yelling! He would have to use this more often!
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2013 4:19 pm
Damien Uses Switcheroo!
(Dark type move: The user trades held items with the target faster than the eye can follow.)Before Damien and Crystal reached home, Adriana came running along the forest path to greet them. Although Damien was excited to see his daughter, he noticed that she seemed a little worried about something. She was carrying a large white rock-like thing and as she drew closer, the more it appeared to be breaking apart!
"Adri! Adri! What's the matter?" Damien cried, kneeling down to his daughter's level."This egg! It breaking! Baby hurt!" She replied, tears forming in her eyes. "Help! I no know what do!"Damien's eyes snapped down to the pale egg in his daughter's tiny arms and his heartbeat accelerated. This egg was hatching right before his eyes and the baby inside could be hurt! Fatherly instincts took over and in the blink of an eye he had dashed off towards the house, with the egg in tow.
Adriana and Crystal were left dumbfounded at the end of the path. He had taken off so fast that neither of them could contemplate it. More amazing to the pair was what now lay in Adriana's hands, the box containing Alabaster's engagement ring.
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2013 11:40 pm
Priorities"Move, move!" Damien screamed as he barreled into the house. The shells on the egg were just about to fall off as he laid it upon the couch cushions. Sarah, Alabaster and the other house mates hovered around him with flabbergasted expressions as Damien fussed with the blankets and pillows, making sure he had everything just right for whatever would come from such a peculiar egg. Blue eyes stared intently as a tiny paw kicked its way out, and another, and finally the remaining pieces split in two. All took a deep breath in and gasped at what lay crying before them."Meeeew, meeeew!" Cried the premature neko baby as it emerged from it's egg. It's cries were weak, sickly and very distressing for the group to hear. Near opaque fists flailed in the air, it's face turning a shade of blue."It can't breathe, it can't breathe!" Alabaster screamed, horrified. He scooped the baby up into his arms and began rubbing it's back. "Come on little one, come on!" His ears shot up as the fragile child coughed and cried louder, a slight wave of relief washing over his face. His eyes darted over to Damien, who had zipped to his side as soon as the baby was moved, and he motioned to the door. "Hurry, she needs to get to a hospital!" He said. "She could die if she doesn't get help!""Right, right!" Damien agreed. He ushered Alabaster out the front door and the pair began to run towards the city. The hospital was miles away from where they lived, and a Pokemon center was out of the question because they knew that this baby certainly wasn't a Pokemon, so they did their best to run most of the way to their destination. Eventually they grew far to tired and had to hail a cab which drove them the rest of the way there. Once safely at the hospital they hustled the baby inside and cried for assistance. The baby had quieted by that time and they weren't certain if she was still breathing. Both teenagers sobbed in the waiting room as the doctors carted her away.---------------------Going home was very hard for them both. The doctors had told them that the baby was safe with them and that they need not worry about her. They were to go home and rest. But neither man could fathom sleeping after such a terrifying experience. A kitten-baby hatched from an egg and could have died in their house! They wouldn't have been able to live with themselves! They knew they did the best they could, but in the short time they held her tiny body close to them, they had fallen in love with her. Call it instinct, call it love, they were smitten with the idea of having another child. But would this child survive her own birth?"Damien... I..." Alabaster sighed, laying pressed up against his lover's chest. Tears flowed from his eyes and stained the gray sleep shirt that Damien wore. "If she survives... Do you think she could be our daughter...?"It took a moment for Damien to respond as he choked back his own tears. All the hope he had left in his body was going towards the life of the child he had tried to save which was causing him a great deal of upset. However, one look into Alabaster's eyes reminded him of something very important. "H-Hold on a second, 'Baster!" He cried, lunging up from his place in bed. "I've forgotten something! I hope I haven't lost it!"
He had never dashed down the stairs so fast in his life. The ring! The ring! Where did he leave it?! It had to be somewhere in the house! But where?! His muscles tensed and he began to hyperventilate. No, no! He had spent so much time and money! He couldn't have lost it! This was horrible, terrible! He darted outside and ran around the property, clinging to the very last shred of hope he had left for himself. All his efforts turned up nothing which really didn't surprise him. He was such a ******** idiot! How could he lose something so important?!
"AAAAUUUGH! I'M SUCH AN IDIOT! WHY CAN'T I DO ANYTHING RIGHT?!" He bawled."Daddy...?"A little voice piped through his anguish and his head whipped around to see Adriana standing in her pajamas. She was supposed to be in bed! What was she doing awake so late? Argh! He must've woken her up! How could he make things any worse for tonight?
"Adriana, what are you doing up so late?" He asked, scooping her up into his arms. "You need to go back to bed, sweetheart! You'll be so cranky tomorrow!""Adri saw daddy crying! Chiiii!" Adriana chirped, eyes wide with concern. She fidgeted in Damien's arms as she was carried into the house again. "What make daddy sad? Baby kitten go 'way be safe now, right?"Damien sighed as he ascended the stairs and made his way into the hallway. His daughter was so innocent. How could he tell her about the hospital, the doctors, and all the scary equipment they had to attach to the sick baby that she had rescued? Would she be able to comprehend all the sadness, all the anxiety that he was feeling at the moment? He shook his head to himself as he nestled Adriana back into her bed in Sarah's room, gently tousling her green hair as he pondered how best to reply to her questions. His eyes gazed over to her nightstand and locked on to a small velvet box that lay upon it. "The ring! The ring!" He squealed, snatching the box up from it's place. He peered inside of it and heaved a heavy sigh of relief, it was still there! He didn't lose it after all!"Daaadddy?" Adriana chimed, arching her eyebrow up at her father. "What that? It make you happy again! Chiiii! Yaaaaay!""This, Adriana, is a very important thing!" Damien explained, his body quaking with excitement. He opened the box and showed her the ring, grinning at how it glistened in the light of the room. "When daddy asked papa to marry him with this, we'll be a real family! What do you think about that?""Chiiiiiiiiii! Good, very very good!" Adriana cried, squealing. She wiggled underneath the covers and giggled as Damien gave her a good night kiss on the forehead. She peered out from underneath her blanket just as he was about to leave the room. "Daddy...?""Yes, Adriana?" Damien replied."Will kitten baby be in the real family, too?" Adriana questioned.Damien paused and gazed down the hallway to his room before turning back to his daughter with a smile. "We'll just have to keep hoping that she will be okay, Adri." He replied, shutting off the light. "For now, all we can do is hope for the best. That is our number one priority."(Word count: 1,145)
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Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2013 2:25 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 27, 2013 10:52 pm
Purpose
Alabaster and Damien had sleepless night after sleepless night. They worried, they cried and they held each other tight. Their home was a mix of emotions. Happy, sad, dismal, glad... Such a bi-polar world. Moments of stillness accompanied by moments of twitches and curves. Picture frames depicted a smiling couple, a green haired child seated upon her father's shoulders, and a two aunts laughing at how the other father couldn't stop fidgeting for the camera. Two pairs of tear strained eyes traced the form of another figure and laid it upon the cradling arms of a person in another portrait, black hair, gray eyes, and two small kitten ears all alert and alive. A second daughter was missing from that frame and no one knew she even existed at the time of the actual photo. Only the eyes of her heart broken heroes could imagine her there holding her tiny body close to their sides...
Hope. Hope was all they could find as an excuse for their odd behavior. Alabaster had forgotten dinner twice. Damien had left the front yard a mess. Cuddles were private and quiet instead of open and filled with unending giddy laughter. Dishes piled high, clothes became synonymous with the carpet, and morning walks seemed less enticing when an innocent face can't help but mention the lingering empty space. Were they wrong to hold onto her? Was it wrong to dream of such a happy thing? It stabbed at them like knives. It pierced into them like the sun through the trees. How could it hurt so much to hold firm and believe that a miracle could occur? Empty cups of tea sat still upon the front porch as the sun cascaded down the ever radiant sky. No one bothered to acknowledge that they were devoid of their given substance for fear that karma might rear it's ugly head at the mere mention of a negative proverb.
What ifs were cyanide in their food, maybes were toxic waste floating along the river, and the only cure for such ailments seemed to be the loving arms of those around them. Maybe she was okay. Maybe she was sick. Maybe someone else had already adopted her. Maybe she had already passed away. Scarves and hats, boots and gloves, all donned upon bodies whose hopes soared upon the wings of doves. Warmth was only half a comfort during a walk into the city. Reassurance got them part of the way and faith nudged them past the trials of doubt that challenged all that they had wished for. A calling was a calling, no matter the battle, no matter the strain. They would see her, they would fight with her, and they would take her home. Home. She would have a home with them. Even if her frail body stopped moving...
A beacon of light had appeared the second they walked back through the hospital doors. Nurses waved them forward, doctors patted them on the back, and bystanders admired them for their supposed "spiritual strength." Neither man thought of himself as "spiritual" or even remotely religious, they were here with hope, they were here with faith. It didn't matter where it came from, it only mattered if the energy was positive in nature. What difference did it make if a God had bestowed them this "strength" or not? Certainly none, at least to them. Heartbeats out paced the footsteps echoing through the silent hospital corridor while they made their way up to where they had begged to be. Would she be able to see them? Could she even be held? Did they do the right thing? Hope was questioned, but not doubted.
Little hands waved, pawed feet flailed, and pouted lips parted and produced a wail that would have made someone scream with terror. But it was music to their ears. She had survived. She had gained weight. And she was thriving. No need for tubes, no need for medicine. She was breathing without assistance. The nurses praised her profound recovery as they had praised them for their bravery. Damien and Alabaster cradled their daughter and sang her a lullaby, tears rolling down their cheeks. Their sobs were filled with joy instead of sadness. All of their sleepless nights and wishing had paid off. She was theirs too love, theirs to keep safe and warm. This was a gift that only a grieving mother could ever ask for and they knew that very well. Baby blankets, forms and a bottles of formula were packed into a duffel bag and the trio left for home. Big gray eyes gazed sleepily up at her fathers as they nuzzled and walked along the sidewalk, far too young to comprehend how important a person she was to them.
For some people, finding your purpose means getting the right job and making the most money, but to others it is connotative to much more profound ideals. Raising a family of orphaned children, saving someone's life, healing the sick and finding one's enlightenment are all key elements to finding your purpose just as getting a promotion is to some else. Damien and Alabaster found their purpose in of all that they held close to them. It was in Adriana's laughter and in Crystal's sly remarks. It was in Sarah's optimistic cheers and in Sybelle's mothering deeds. It was in Gabriel's ability to rise above his past and Osha's undying love of dancing. It was in their new daughter, Meiling's, gray hued eyes, and... Most importantly... It was rooted in their devotion to each other. It was embedded in their hopes, dreams and wishes for the future. Their purpose was to be with each other and foster the lives of others. And it was a purpose well worth fighting for.
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Posted: Fri Apr 05, 2013 9:52 pm
Double ProposalDamien could hardly keep himself from squealing as he fiddled with Alabaster's engagement ring. This was the day he had been preparing for since Adriana had grown, he was finally going to propose to his one and only eternal flame. His heart was ready, his hands were shaking, but his legs practically skipped down the hall. They knew they were going somewhere very, very important.Alabaster was in the kitchen, as usual, preparing his latest and greatest dinner. It was seafood night, which was his absolute favorite, and the smell of the shrimp, New England clam chowder and waffle fries cooking just inches in front of him was driving him bonkers. He couldn't wait to chow down! Between soup stirring and shrimp tossing, he reached into his shirt pocket and caressed Damien's engagement ring. He couldn't wait to present this meal and ring upon bent knee to the one person that made his life so beautiful.Everyone else had already sat down at the table and were chatting among themselves. Crystal and Sarah were giggling about some fashion craze that was sweeping the town, Sybelle and Gabriel were busying themselves with the newspaper, while Adriana and Osha were entertaining baby Meiling with funny faces and silly songs. All the chipper sounds made Damien smile with pride as he walked into the room. His daughters were playing with one of the cutest Pokemon he had ever met, Sarah and Crystal adored each other despite how different they were, and knowing that Sybelle was always there to protect them, and Gabriel especially, was a blessing all to itself. He wrapped his arms around Alabaster from behind and let out a contented sigh before nuzzling into the side of his neck.
"It smells so wonderful in here, 'Baster..." He muttered, planting a few kisses on the other's cheek. "You are truly a master chef. I couldn't ask for anyone better."Alabaster paused his cooking and leaned into his lover's arms, relishing in the affection that he was getting. He loved it when Damien praised his cooking, it was hard work for him to accomplish each day, and every bit of appreciation he could get for it was absolutely amazing to hear. His heart thumped against his chest as he was nuzzled and kissed and he turned around to plant a kiss on Damien's lips. The pair stayed in this embrace for a moment or two before both males knelt down on one knee and presented their rings to each other. Soon after, both squeaked in shock and began laughing."Aaaahaaa! I didn't expect you to have a ring for me, Alabaster!" Damien exclaimed, his eyes tearing up as he laughed."I didn't either," Alabaster giggled, pausing to wipe a tear out of his eye. "This one was given to me earlier this morning, in a package from my father! Would you believe that?""That's epic and hilarious!" Damien replied, laughing. "Oh, I-I think I'm gonna start crying! Aaaahaaa! This is just too funny!""I know, I know!" Alabaster cried, grinning through his tears. "...W-Who goes f-first? Y-you or me?""I...I...I'll go first." Damien nodded. "You have to stand up for me, though."Alabaster jumped up from his position on the ground and started to cry tears of joy as he looked down at Damien. His heart was about to hop right out of his chest!"You and I have been best friends since as far back as I can remember," Damien began, smiling up at his lover. "And from me being all hyperactive and odd, to us moving away from our home in the city, you have always been by my side to love, shelter, and keep me safe from harm. For all of the things you do for me, I love you more than you can ever imagine." He paused and grinned sheepishly before continuing. "... Will you marry me, Alabaster?""Yes, yes, a million trillion gazillion infinity times, YES!" Alabaster gasped, squealing through his sobs. "You have no idea how long I have wanted you to ask me and and and," He paused, taking a deep breath as Damien stood before leaping into his arms. "Just, finally! I'm yours! I AM YOURS! EEEEEEE!"Damien kissed Alabaster and nuzzled against him, his own heart pounding with joy. He slipped his ring on Alabaster's finger and went right back to kissing him. Then, he stepped back and smiled at his fiance. "Your turn now, 'Bast." He said, winking."R-right!" Alabaster squeaked, practically falling back down onto his knee. He gazed up at Damien, who had taken on an adoreably nervous stance, and took a deep breath. "You have been my sanctuary and my solace for years, Damien." He said. "You have been my stability, my soul, and the love you give me has always been beautiful, meaningful, and undivided. I treasure each moment I have spent with you no matter where we are, no matter the situation, no matter the time. I want to spend all of eternity with you by my side. You are my everything!" He paused, tears rolling down his face again. "Damien, will you marry me?""Of course I will, Alabaster!" Damien cried, lunging himself into Alabaster's arms. He nuzzled into Alabaster's chest and gave him little pecks under his chin, causing the other to giggle. "No more crying, this is a beautiful moment. We're going to get married!" He watched as Alabaster slipped the ring onto his finger before leaning in for another kiss. "This is the best day of my life! I-I'm so happy right now!""Me too, me too!" Alabaster cheered, cuddling up to Damien.The entire kitchen erupted into cheers and applause as the couple embraced, but Sybelle quickly paused in her clapping and flailed her bone club towards the pot of shrimp on the stove. "It has overflowed!" She cried. "Water is spilling everywhere!""Oh no, the shrimp!" Alabaster cried, leaping up to turn the heat off on the stove. Sure enough, the entire pot of water he had been boiling had overflowed from the pot and spilled most of the shrimp out onto the floor. Thankfully, he had made just enough clam chowder for the meal and the waffle fries hadn't burnt. Dinner hadn't been ruined! But, even if it had been ruing, he probably wouldn't have minded. Ordering a pizza would normally be a major failure, but after the beautiful proposals that he and Damien had just shared, it wouldn't make him bat an eyelash.
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Posted: Thu Apr 18, 2013 1:13 pm
An Odd Little Confection
Damien and Alabaster were almost finished shopping for their upcoming wedding. They had the tuxedos, the wedding bands and the perfect venue, all that was left were the decorations, invitations and the cake. After walking for some time, Damien's nose picked up on a very sweet scent coming from a local shop on the corner. Following the rather decadent smell, they entered the store.
It was called The Gourmet Pocky Shoppe, and it was quite beautiful. Neither man had noticed it sitting on the corner before, then again, neither really had a terrible sweet tooth. But, something about this shop made them feel happy and comfortable, so they decided to peruse the Pocky in the displays. Alabaster tilted his head at all of this extravagantly decorated Pocky and pondered what a lemon souffle Pocky would taste like. Damien was on the other end of the shoppe, smiling at all the colors drizzled on the tiny sticks, before noticing one brown-orange one in the back of the display.
"Hey, 'Bast!" He called, waving the other over. "What about that one? The Salak Fruit flavored one. I like it's color!"
"Yeah, that one does look nice..." Alabaster pondered, nodding to his fiance. "I go see how much it is!" He turned and wandered towards the register, peering around for a staff member. "Hello? Is there anyone there?"
"Yes! Just a moment!" Replied a voice from the back of the shoppe. A few moments later, a young black haired man appeared with a smile. "Can I help you gentlemen?"
"We would like to purchase the Salak Fruit Pocky in the display case, please!" Alabaster said, smiling. "This place is so beautiful! I'll have to recommend you to my friends!"
"Thank you for the compliment!" The man said, bowing his head slightly. "I'll have your Pocky for you in just a moment." He went over to where Damien stood watching the Pocky and retrieved it before heading back over to Alabaster. "Here you are! Please take care of it!"
"Take care of it...?" Damien asked, blinking.
"Yes," The man said, smiling awkwardly. "Please refrain from eating this Pocky, something odd will happen to it if you don't!"
"Oooh, okaaaay." Damien nodded, gazing to Alabaster with a shrug. "We won't eat it."
"Good! I'll ring you up then!" The man replied. "That'll be..."
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Both men walked out of the Shoppe with peculiar faces. What would happen to this little stick of Pocky if they didn't eat it? Was it a magical stick of Pocky? Would it grant them a wish? Would it become a monster?! Neither man knew what was to come out of such a small confection, but both were curious enough to wait and find out.
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2015 4:23 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2015 4:36 pm
Dear journal,
It's been so long since I wrote in this, wow. Things have really changed! New people moved in and may be moving out soon. Uhm... So much, I just... Wow.
I found an egg this morning! (This is really what I wanted to chat about, it's the most important thing) It was a very strange black and orange egg that just suddenly appeared on our couch! I didn't know what it was a first, actually, which was funny because Meiling came from an egg, too, and it should've been totally obvious, but anyway that's another topic! It was an egg, for Alabaster and I! I know it is, it has to be! I mean, it burst into flames! (Alabaster does that when he's mad or startled. I think it's so adorable) How could it not be ours? Like, wow. OURS. Our. Baby.
Our. Baby. Our. Baby. Our. Baby. Our. Baby. Our. Baby. Our. Baby...
Sorry, I just felt like writing that a few times just to help it sink in. This is so real... I wonder what they'll look like. Will they be a baby girl? A baby boy? Will they have 'Baster's curls? My eyes? Oh, and tails! Will they have a big gray tail like mine or have really long tails that poof up in the shower like Alabaster does? Ooooooh! I can't wait to meet them! It's like a dream. Oh! Oh! What if that had short poofy curls and tiny tails? EEEEEE! So CUTE, I wish I knew now instead of having to wait!
Adri's already wound up about being a big sister again while Meiling and Marcus aren't so sure of what to make of this giant flaming egg. It's really adorable. They're just between staring blankly at it and wanting to touch it. ... It's going to be an adventure with four babies running around the house. Adriana was so easy to raise, she was so cute and perfect and just... I hope we can accomplish the same things with this new baby as we did with her. I'm confident in my abilities as a parent, so it's not like I'm nervous about actually raising them, but like... This is MY child. With Alabaster. Not adopted, my own. Will that change how we raise this baby? I don't want the others to think we're playing favorites or anything. I could never live with myself if Adriana, Meiling, or Marcus ever got upset over something like that.
I wonder what kind of food they'll like to eat. Alabaster loves waffles and I love hot dogs, so maybe they'll like what we like? Or will they like something completely different? Hmm... This is something to ponder over dinner tonight! Maybe if I plop some food over the egg's shell it'll move and give me some sort of indication? ... Alabaster might kick me if I tried that, actually. But, is it worth a shot? I need to know SOMETHING about my baby before they're born! (I'm so nervous and excited!)
I'm going to go check on the egg now. It's wrapped up in a fluffy blanket and seems to have simmered down for now. Let's hope it doesn't start flaming again like it did this morning! (My hands are kind of important, I need them to eat, work, and cuddle)
Love,
Damien
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2015 6:46 pm
WELCOME TO THE WORLD, FELIX!
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