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 Posted: Fri Feb 20, 2015 12:22 am
tw: sexual themes + dark + terrible + just awful
Before he had time to regret it, Mimsy's father taught her a poem to help her memorize and recite her address, a preventative measure in case she got lost somewhere away from home. It was a clear necessity - the irritably curious toddler grew more obviously inept with each passing day, failing to grasp even the simplest of communication skills, lacking in facial recognition and her own illustrations of emotions, missing the ability to smile entirely. But by the time it was too late to rid her of what she did know, she could rattle off the poem her daddy made for her like she could the alphabet or the stars in galactic quadrant NQ1 or the first three dozen digits of pi, and as a direct result of the fact that he had never managed to successfully remove the undesirable portions of her mind, it still remained firmly in her memory.
Before the (overdue) disappearance and demise of his daughter, and the subsequent suicide of his wife, he practiced a habit that seemed to be irresponsible and reckless negligence to all but himself by leaving the doors unlocked at all hours of the day that lacked his presence. He faithfully returned to the same workday daydreams for over twenty years: of arriving at a ransacked house, of finding it empty, of seeing it burned to the ground, of two lifeless bodies, of two missing persons he would never report. And it had taken twenty years, but he had finally gotten what he wanted.
It was just a bit of a shame that he never broke the habit of leaving unlocked doors.
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Posted: Fri Feb 20, 2015 12:23 am
"We are not supposed to use the front door," she announced, swinging their clasped hands between them as she stared directly at the front door and made it visibly clear that she firmly intended to defy that. Today her hair was worn in a loose, casual braid, draped over one shoulder. Her intentions had been to wear it down, but the risk outweighed the benefit in this particular instance alone, and this was just as against the rules anyway. The dress she'd chosen would have been unquestionably unapproved of, and her legs were left bare and exposed. Robert was already receiving the ultimate experience of how it might feel to accompany a rebellious teenaged Mimsy to introduce her parents to her very-serious-and-also-forever significant other, who she absolutely was in love with, dad--excepting the physical presence of her parents themselves. The house was large for a family of three, situated in a too-quiet neighborhood that boasted immaculate green yards and landscaped flowers and greenery. It was built with stone and dark, hearty wood, with an unnecessarily inviting walkway and a false impression of everlasting stability. The pleasant chirps of birds who couldn't quite sing filled the arid midday air around them, their sounds weaving in and out of the trees that merged into a dense forest at the farthest border of the backyard. She examined at it all with a brightness the house had never seen, and felt no tug of familiarity, right up until the moment that she squeezed his hand and looked up at him, when it all returned at once. "Are you ready?" she asked, leaning into him as she succumbed to his gravity, offering a smile as they gently collided. "Are you certain that you want this part?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 20, 2015 1:05 am
Robert had been rooting for the hair down, but in the end, he figured it was pushing it to ask. He'd gotten enough of that the night before, and he wasn't going to be greedy about it. He was anxious enough as it is, returning to the human world and to a residential district. The last time he'd done this had ended badly, and the memory stuck with him like molasses. He didn't want to put anyone in danger. But they were going to be alone this time, and he tried not to think too hard about how little he'd actually be upset if he had put her father in danger anyway. He took in the scenery with a distant, accepting nod, as if the home and the neighborhood were exactly what he'd pictured her growing up in. He wondered, just for a moment, what she would have been like if she'd grown up in a farm like his, but then he realized that she'd have probably been something like the twins, and felt less distant towards how grateful he was for the house. He twisted his head down to her when she squeezed his hand, and immediately moved to wrap his arm around her waist. His body movements were possessive, always adjusting her just enough to make it clear that she was his, and belonged to his world. Not this one. It was the gravity of his possessiveness that had her leaning, and he took advantage of it with a hug. "You bet I am. I want every part! You know that." He wished he could have taken her home to his family, but he was sure at least someone he loved was still living there. (And the idea that they'd died while he was gone was refused almost instantly.) So this would be enough, for now. He would walk in the steps she'd taken in childhood, hand in hand, until the footsteps were theirs, instead.
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Posted: Fri Feb 20, 2015 2:55 am
"Well, okay," she exhaled, in a playful tone of if you're sure, and tugged on his hand to guide him towards the sizable wooden door. Her pale fingers stood out in stark contrast against the blackened iron of the door handle, and as she pressed down on the latch and pulled it open, she looked less and less like she belonged there. It opened with an unexpected ease, despite its groaning hinges, leading them into a foyer. For a moment, Mimsy just stood there in silence, staring and clutching the metal handle - then she laughed sharp and abruptly, took both of Robert's hands, and faced him with an unfettered string of giggles as she stumbled backwards over the threshold, attempting to drag him inside with all of her weight, as incomparable as it was to his size. The interior that awaited them was even darker than the house's exterior, the deep brown of the polished wood and rich maroons that accented the floors and framing seeming to absorb all of the light that was not shut out by the density of the curtains that were pulled across the windows. It bore the faint, but telltale scent of disuse, of stale air poorly covered by the more apparent fragrances of wood, leather, and paper. There was a staircase to their left, and three hallways of varying lengths aside from it in each direction. A sterile kitchen was visible at the end of the hall directly ahead of them, its bright white walls and black granite an oddity among the rest of the decor's more luxurious tones, but all of the other doors appeared to be tightly shut. "So, I...ah," she cleared her throat, dispelling the last of the giggles, and glanced shyly away from him. "I have never had the opportunity to do this. I wasn't allowed guests. Is there a protocol? Is there something you would prefer to begin with, or should we begin at one end and work our way through? Count the number of beds, perhaps?" Subtle. Nothing moved, except the two of them. Not much had moved in general: everything looked very much the same as it had when she'd left it, and the only noticeable absence was that of her mother's vocal grief. She smiled again, wide and delighted, when she registered the particular weight of this silence.
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Posted: Fri Feb 20, 2015 4:33 pm
Mimsy was never alone in the feeling that she did not belong. Robert would never look like he belonged in a place like this. He looked awkward and out of place and entirely out of step with everything around him, and in this one case, he didn't mind that. He embraced his dissonance, and enjoyed the world they'd stepped in for what it was - separate. Mimsy's bark of laughter had him choking on the breath of air he'd been inhaling, and he clutched his chest dramatically even as she pulled him inside. He immediately did not like the rooms as they entered them, because everything felt so dark and stuffy. He couldn't help but compare them to the house he'd grown up in, with every window open and a white hot sun streaming through the gaudy yellow flower curtains. He missed the feel of warmth, of home, even as he stood inside of Mimsy's and tried to imagine what life growing up here must have been like. He was glad he'd made so many structural choices in making their own home. She stole his attention again when she cleared her throat, and he tore his eyes away from the walls that made him feel sleepy and dreary. His lower lip jutted out when she shared with him that she'd never been allowed guests. It easily tore his heart in two. What did her father expect if he'd never given her the chance to interact with people - that she'd suddenly blossom into a social butterfly out of sheer ******** chance? It was enough to make him miss the unsubtle comment about beds, for a total of 8 seconds, before that bonked him on the head and he hyperfocused on her once more. His eyes narrowed and he bent in with the most malicious smirk he could muster. "Beds." He stated, slowly letting her hands go. "Race you."
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Posted: Fri Feb 20, 2015 7:42 pm
Eyes narrowing at Robert and his suggestion, Mimsy bent down to slip out of her boots, and wiggled her toes as she settled her bare feet against the cool wood of the floor. Everything she touched was cold and empty and lifeless, just as she remembered. This felt nothing like home--and never had, not in the slightest--but now that she was aware of exactly what home felt like, she knew that this could not be further from it. "You want to play?" she murmured, expression seemingly offended within her apparent suspicions. She slowly stepped to remove the distance between them, and stood on tiptoes to reach his lips for a kiss. As she broke away with a sigh and a flutter of her heavy eyelids, she paused to look at him. Her stare was strong and unwavering as she drank in the sight of every single hint of emotion within his red eyes, and she returned every bit that she could in their blue-green counterparts. That used to be so difficult. It used to be impossible. She could not begin to count how many times she had been scolded for not looking at her father while he spoke to her, right in this exact location. "I want to play too," she whispered through a smile, and the glimmer in her eyes was the only warning she gave before she slipped away from him to run down the rightmost hallway. The sound of her laughter was louder than her delicate footfalls on the rug that spanned the length of the hall, and she didn't turn back until she'd passed three doors and collided into the one at the end of it. Through the door was a room that was saturated with an aesthetic suited for wealthy masculinity, black leather and sleek, modern furnishings with silver accents, differing vastly from the iron or gold used throughout the rest of the decor. The curtains were drawn over the entire span of windows that lined the exterior wall, tightly secured in their stern disallowance of light. The air inside was thick and heavily scented with cologne or aftershave, and seemed as though it was never given the chance to circulate - certainly not with the fresh air on the other side of those windows. This was a room that Mimsy had seen, though she had never been permitted to explore or spend time in it. The temptation to rifle through every inch of the room's contents was very high, but she had been the one to suggest that they seek out the beds, and she wouldn't so quickly rescind upon that. So she released his hand and leapt onto the bed with a running start, then propped herself up onto her elbows to look at him. A portion of her hair had unwound itself from her braid, and was now an inky cascade of tresses over the edge beside her, blending easily with the deep shadows of the dark red-and-black patterned bedding. "This is--" She really didn't have to identify who this room belonged to, did she? The realization caused her to fidget in her sudden silence, which she promptly pushed herself through, lest she ruin her chances. "I don't think that I like this bed. Come and test it with me," she urged, palms patting the stiff, brocade-printed comforter on either side of her.
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2015 4:17 pm
Did she really even need to ask that? His eyebrow arched in a clear moment of surprise - Robert always wanted to play. But her question was meant to egg him on, and it worked like a charm, as it always would. He grinned, and nodded his head quickly. Her kiss shut his grin, but only for as long as it lasted. It was back before he could breath again, until the look in her eyes stole that breath away. It wasn't a look he was unfamiliar with, but he hadn't expected it at that moment, and it captured his very soul in its clutches. He couldn't move for that single second, and it felt like eternity. She'd grown so much in front of his very eyes. The grin returned when she disappeared, and his heavy footfalls preceded his presence as he came clamoring for her. His hands had to press against the walls of the hallway to keep him from slamming into one side or another as he charged forward like a bull, and slid clumsily when he tried to turn a corner. She'd stopped at a closed door, and he thought he was about to catch her, so his hand slammed into the doorway arch just as the door opened and she slipped away. He stood there, just outside the arch, and caught his heaving breath as he watched her move. Watched her leap. Watched her fall. Watched her spread out for him like an invitation. His hands pushed off of the doorframe, and he lumbered inside, silent and dangerous. His foot bent back and caught the door, slamming it shut behind him. He didn't look like he wanted to test the bed. He looked like he was preparing to break it.
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2015 8:55 pm
The bed had not exactly been broken, but was incredibly disheveled from headboard to foot, and was now lacking a support slat somewhere in the middle that had snapped right in two. Its comforter was more on the floor than the bed's surface, and only one of the pillows remained, albeit haphazardly. None of the objects that were once on the nightstand were there anymore, presumably due to their unfortunate collision course with one of the missing pillows. This should have been the time to get out of bed and set it right again, to ensure that everything was neat and proper and visibly perfect. This was what she should have done, so she didn't, remaining curled up against Robert with a smile of contentment hidden against his neck. "I still don't like this bed," she murmured, relaxing her determined clinging just enough to look at him. "But I love you. And I love everything that we do together." No subtlety was even intended there, as evidenced in her slightly raised brows and sly little grin. "If you don't like this bed either..." As though he anchored her to safety, her fingers pressed more tightly against him as she glanced over her shoulder, eyes passing over the door, then flickering towards the other side of the room. Everything remained as they'd found it, excepting what they'd already disrupted. "We can find another." Her attention returned to him, and she softly exhaled in a way that didn't quite disguise the anxious flutter. "Or we could look through this room for evidence. For more pieces to the puzzle. If you would like to, that is."
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Posted: Mon Mar 02, 2015 8:07 pm
Robert had done many naughty things in his life. Even in his childhood, his memories were filled with both naughty and nice, ranging high on both spectrums due to his overwhelming nature of going overboard with everything he did. But when ranked against all of his exploits, both as a child, and as an exceptionally naughty adult, he thought this was a good contender for that top spot. Because that was naughty in the conventional, and unconventional way. And it left him a little speechless when he thought about it. Mimsy spoke, and he felt it like a splash of cold water, reminding him that this wasn't some dirty dream, no - this had actually happened, and good god this bed was a mess. He let out a soft breath of laughter, and picked her up in the crook of one arm, dropping her on top of his stomach so he could just look at her. She was already offering to find another room to - well - and this time, his laughter was more of a bark, and his grin was wide and feral. "Insatiable." He announced, though it was unclear whether he meant her, or himself - but really the answer was both, which was why the bed looked like that. "I think the point was to find all of the beds. Just saying, we can't just half-a** this. We got a job here." He informed her, leaning in to smack a flat palm against the curve of her backside. "But we gotta be thorough. So maybe we make sure this room don't got none of those puzzle pieces you're talking about, before we move on. Unless our times running out, my answers always gonna be thorough." Both of his hands grabbed a hold of her hips and squeezed, with the feeling of holding her so possessively serving to satisfy him deep down to the core.
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2015 6:04 pm
As her voice brought him to clarity, his touch led her back into intoxication. A smile parted her lips enough to show the faintest hint of teeth as he spoke, widening with the wild giggling that accompanied her guided motions. She readily settled herself there and met his eyes, her smile easily holding its ground until his grip on her constricted more tightly. Though she still appeared perfectly happy, she suddenly seemed substantially more pleased than she had a moment ago. "No, no. We have an entire day's time. Possibly more." Her words came slowly, heavily burdened beneath the rising sense of euphoria that kept her thoughts contently captivated. They'd just done something unquestionably wrong and very much against the rules, but that wasn't really sinking in. That wasn't on her mind much at all now. And maybe he'd known that the first refusal of that restraint would result in too much freedom, dangerous freedom, but she was enjoying this far too much to consider such a possibility. "But...with that in mind..." Her fingertips skipped along the surface of his chest, shaking too much to follow one stable path of direction. "I do wonder if we haven't been thorough enough in testing this bed to the full extent of our capabilities? Perhaps we should...I mean, we--" Whatever argument she was attempting to make was no match for the reactions he was steadily eliciting from her body, and it gave way entirely to a tiny whimper that probably made the unspoken intent of her suggestion very apparent.
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2015 6:28 pm
While it may have been true at one point, that Robert found it difficult to see the hidden meaning behind words, this no longer held true where Mimsy was concerned. He'd thoroughly studied her every move, her every breath, since the moment he'd fell in love with her, and now he felt himself somewhat of an expert. He could tell before she said a word that they were not actually leaving the room yet, and he settled back to watch her vocally work through the question, and come to the answer that he knew she'd already desired. They had not been nearly thorough enough for her liking. And they never would be thorough enough for his. His hands gripped her hard against her hips again, but this time he picked her up, and settled her down to working on making that poor, already injured bed their own personal b***h. He was less gentle this time, which spoke volumes of their activity seeing as he hadn't been gentle at all the first time. So when they were done, the bed had indeed lost the ability to stand on its own legs this time around, and it teetered before crashing onto the floor below. He hardly noticed.
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2015 7:59 pm
The frequency in which Mimsy found herself incapable of properly vocalizing something was enough that she was often both very aware and very thankful for Robert's diligence in learning all of her cues and subtleties, the gestures or glances or the tone in her voice that always gave her away. She always expressed her gratitude for this to the full extent of her ability, and through all of the tremendous abnormalities and outliers that had already come to pass today, this was no different. Her mind was ecstatically clouded by the pleasant mixture of chemicals that surged in response to him--a reliable reflex specific to him--but she noticed the timely demise of the bed in spite of it. With a squeal of delight, she clung to him and nearly dissolved into giggles, hardly able to catch her breath for a full minute. " We're in trouble," she loudly whispered, just before another peal of laughter filled the room. She laughed, and kicked her feet, and laughed some more, and kept right on laughing until she rolled off of the remnants of the bed, trying (and failing) to drag Robert with her. All of her fingers continued to tightly clutch his arm, which she began to eagerly pull on, once she'd situated herself into a fairly steady sitting position on the floor. "Let's make a mess of everything." Her eyes were wide and dilated with the vast potential of this new power in their hands, and her abnormally toothy smile was one of catlike mischief whose only precedence existed in Wonderland. "We don't have to follow the rules while we search for the missing pieces! We don't have to follow the rules at all!" The intention had always been to exhibit a rebellion, but this particular realization had apparently taken its time to fully click into place. Now that it had, entropy reigned in the house that once signified structure and order - and the taste of destruction was sweet in her mouth, its appeal rightfully regained once more.
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2015 8:16 pm
"Good." Robert whispered back, his teeth in full view as a predatory snarl lifted his features. She rolled off of the bed, and even though she failed to actually pull him down with her, he let her tug him until he was on his stomach, looking over the edge of the bed at her. She had his arm, and she pulled it hard, making it straighten out with each tug - and not much more than that. But the offer was too good to pass up - Robert excelled at making messes - so when she brought up the option, his expression transformed with absolute delight and he yelled out a childish YIPPEE before tumbling off of the bed and hopping to his feet all in one move. He reached for his shorts - because he wasn't going to make a mess naked, that was just dumb, what if there were splinters? - and shoved it onto his body as quickly as possible. "OKAY NO RULES LET'S GO TAG YOU'RE IT!" He screamed, all in one loud gust of breath, before turning around and slamming his entire body at full force into the wall that was nowhere near the doorway, where he was used to it being from home. It took a few seconds, but when the dust cleared, there now was a Robert-shaped door there, in the wall. He was on the floor outside of the room, face down and unmoving. But at least he was alive. "Owwwwwwwww." And awake! Overall, a success.
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2015 9:15 pm
If Robert wasn't going to run around without clothes on, she certainly wasn't either. She hastily collected her dress, purposely opting to leave the other articles of clothing behind, and barely pulled in on in time to hop over one corner of the bed's wreckage in pursuit of her husband-- Who led the chase right through a wall. The room on the other side looked as though it were either a study or a library, and several dozen very thick books were on the floor, presumably due to their sudden lack of shelving to rest on. There was a sturdy desk made of dark wood near Robert's head, and a leather office chair behind it that managed to even look expensive. Two plush chairs sat on the other side of the desk, red and elegant, and they showed no signs that they'd ever been used by anyone. One wall consisted of nothing but a large window, but the curtains were drawn over it again. Startled by the abrupt collision, Mimsy stood frozen with her hands pressed over her mouth, rapidly debating if she was brave enough to dare to look at the resulting damage to Robert. There wasn't any noise coming from the other side of the wall, and the particles of plaster and decades of collected dust were settling without any help from him, which were both significant causes for concern. But she managed to keep her eyes open to watch for him, despite the swell of anxiety that kept her rooted in place, and sighed into her palms when she heard the sound of his voice. Sobered with worry, she made her way towards him and knelt at his side, allowing one hand to lightly fall onto his shoulder. "Are you all right?" She frowned as she looked down at him, and sunk down to the now-filthy floor to lay beside him at eye level. "Do you need ice? A bandage?" She was momentarily silent and relatively still, only moving enough to gently pet his shoulder to comfort him. Everything seemed lost in the wake of any potential injury, and it appeared that all of their games had been forgotten because of it. Then, with her voice quiet and filled with affection, she lovingly whispered: " You're 'it'."
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2015 9:37 pm
A loud, whiny groan left him as he turned his body around and rolled over onto his back after she touched his shoulder. He was covered in a fine layer of white dust, and he hacked out one loud, harsh cough, before rubbing his hands over his face and opening his eyes. "Nothing hurt bad but my pride." He grumbled, despite how sore and achey his body felt now. He wanted to push himself up, but he thought better of it, and allowed himself a little more time to rest. Jazzy was screaming obscenities in his head, even as she worked to rectify all the small injuries he'd just sustained for himself. He sent her a tiny wordless thanks, received a loud ******** YOU in response, and then looked forlornly at his wife. This was not what he'd meant by making a mess. His lips parted to tell her he was sorry for being so clumsy, when she whispered those last words at him and it shut him immediately up. It was the cutest, sweetest, most darling thing he'd ever heard and seen in his entire life, and he felt his heart explode with uncontrollable love for the woman he called his own. Her own skin was getting covered in patches of white dust, and he reached out to brush them away, before cupping her face instead. "Aw, Mimsy." He murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "I just love you so much." He couldn't help himself. When he'd first met her, he would have never guessed that he'd find himself in this, or any position with her. But here they were, miles away from sanity, and all he could manage to think was how absolutely perfect she was for him. He'd never been more sure of it. He leaned up as much as he could, propping up onto his shoulders, and kissed her with dusty white lips, before whispering against them in soft adoration. "Tag."
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