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✗Doing: Domestic Things | ✗ Is wearing Harley
✗ Journal: Updated 05/29 ||| ✗ Driving ||| ✗ Last Purchase: --
✗ Last Location: 1208 Pasadena ||| ✗ Sela is Present and wearing Puddles
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Tyrese let himself inside with one arm, the mail tucked between his lips as he grunted in slight exasperation with his own half blind fumbling against the wall for the switch. Once he felt the protruding knoll, he flicked it and gently elbowed the door shut, turning to secure the lock behind him again. Taking the mail from his mouth to drop it on the table, the wolf padded over to and peeked into the garage to check for himself that it was empty. He would have felt mildly terrible had he not beat Aubrey home, as not a big deal as she might find it, he didn’t want her coming home to a quiet and empty house. Had she been entirely alone since Finn first disappeared? She’d been with him quite a bit of that time, then there was the incident and her subsequent depression that lead him to doing everything short of moving in; and the one time he’d given her the option of being alone again, the conversation had veered beyond whether she was okay with it to whether she wanted it to begin with. Here they were, as an answer to that, and both were relatively content. Since it was so, he intended that he should have dinner prepared and the house in good order before she arrived, less for her to worry about.
However, getting Sela settled came first. The wolf looked at the toddler for a tick, sighing before he pulled her away from his shoulder enough to force her to sit up. He interrupted the groans of protest with a soft but firm tone, ”Time to get up, baby doll. Sleep any longer and you won't want to go to bed tonight.” It was already sundown, so the father was half defeated as it were, but he leveled Sela onto her feet regardless and placed his hands on his hips as she rubbed her eyes and frowned her face as if to cry right then and there. It stuck to her young features as she toddled to one of the three couches and threw her face into the waiting cushion. ”What do you want for dinner, love?” He inquired, hoping to get an answer without aggravating her mood. She wasn't terrible with waking up so long as she was allowed to do so at her own rate; it was once he fussed with her and pulled her around that she begin her three-year-old fits. ”I wan' chigin nuggets.” Her arms tucked between her chest and the couch cushion, her fingers gathered to her mouth as she tossed her head to face him with sleepy eyes and wild hair.
Tyrese sighed quietly, ”You've eaten chicken nuggets three days in a row now, it’s not good for you. Do you perhaps want to eat what daddy’s having for dinner?” Desperately, the wolf made a counter offer with crossed and concerned arms, the young wolf communicated her answer with a crinkle of her brow, her nose turning into the nearest pillow. He sighed, carefully choosing his battles, and this was one he wouldn’t send himself uphill over. Leaving without another word, he stepped into the kitchen to wash his hands and find his ingredients. ”Alright then, chicken nuggets it is.” The remark was made under his breath while his hands dug through the freezer for the white and blue decorated bag of pre-measured servings. It was tossed on the counter to defrost while he scourged the cabinets for what could accompany it. Mac and cheese was decided on, along with steamed carrots. For Aubrey and himself, assuming she didn’t stop for food along the way, he would prepare beef enchiladas with cilantro lime rice. Would she be surprised at all, or would she see it coming from a mile away? The wolf chuckled, suspecting the latter.
He was pleasantly predictable after a while, was he not? He dropped the defrosted chicken nuggets into a pan and the pan into the preheated oven, turning his head to glance at his daughter, whom still leaned half awake against the furniture. ”Hunny, bring Daddy your homework so he can look it over.” With that instruction, he began on his next thing, the enchiladas, as they would need a head start over the rice. He hummed quietly, pausing every few moments in self reflection. His throat wasn’t scratchy, or sore, or airy and distant. It was...his voice, crystal clear well beyond his own memory of it. The author felt, as well, refreshed, in a word. It was a lot like he’d wiped the whiteboard of his physical state almost entirely clean. Lingering on this thought a while longer, he smiled as Sela got around to complying to his wish, pulling herself off the couch and thumping her butt to the floor in front of her backpack. She delivered the day’s package, standing on the tips of her toes to see the counter top. Tyrese cleared a bit of space, leaning over to see the paper between tasks. Soon one meal was done and the other set to cook, the wolf sitting down with his kid to take her hair down and talk her through correcting any mistakes in her work.
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『Estate #: 1504 Lumiere ┋Funds: $462.75』
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Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2017 7:08 pm
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⊙〖OOC: -- ⊙ Today's Outfit: Finally Coming Home; Bun ⊙ Feeling: Worried; Thoughtful; Happy. ⊙ Money: $1480.50〗⊙
( ♬ But I think my mistakes became the chemistry for my miracles... • )
Silence. The car had been filled with silence for some time now. Only the faint warm blow of the A/C accompanied Aubrey through her thought process. She was becoming very close to finishing her four hour trip in the depths of night, her stomach filled with butterflies that hadn’t ceased on fluttering since she pressed the bottom of her shoe against the gas pedal. She felt guilty for not telling him. For not asking for his opinion when it came right down to it. Would he look at her in disappointment? In terror knowing that she possibly took the life of someone she had been carrying for a little over half of a pregnancy now? A baby that would have been wrapped into her arms in the beginning of June… She stifled a twitching corner of her lip that threatened to pull down. The following days after her decision - her wish - had been spent more or less sobbing against the bedding she dwelled in night after night at her parent’s home. And now, this conversation was sure to possibly bring an entirely new onslaught of tears. She considered turning back. Considered telling him something was faulty with the car, that her mother had gotten sick, that she wasn’t feeling well- Anything to counter the dreaded talk.
She rested her palms tightly on either side of the steering wheel. But she missed him insanely. Her amethyst eyes peered into the familiar neon lights in the distance signalling the approach of Downtown Soleil in the distance. No one would notice except those whose opinions mattered the most. The ones she feared the most. Her lips pursed as she swallowed the oncoming lump in her throat. Life had become an utter nightmare she desperately wanted to wake up from. There were times she thought back on the memory - watching the fleeing blades of wet grass fly beneath her vision before she landed hard on the sidewalk. The sharp crack was enough to alert her that something had gone wrong; the pain only established it. His voice practically froze the oncoming raindrops, screaming, both fear and anger riddling his tone with bared fangs to follow. She flinched. LILLIAN! The metallic red eyes reflected hatred even the first day they met. Part of her relented blaming the blonde entirely for her failing marriage. She knew it wasn’t her fault - not by all means. Even so, she hated the woman. That wouldn’t ease up no matter how much time passed in between.
They had expected to live a fairy tale in the passing five years. Expected to come to what they dreamed of back then in high school. Instead, one had abandoned and one the abandoner. Even still, their relationships met the end that - maybe somewhere - they knew would come. She had pondered, been petrified of the day she would lose him again. Yet even still she allowed it to happen. She curled the bottoms of her fingers beneath the vinyl grip, listening to the rubber slide and echo unhappily. Relentless. Her gaze followed the skyline, grazing the edges of the water until she could catch the one or two passing clouds in the sky beneath the full moon. The milky light reflected above the sea, competing over any small mass of darkness against the brightening colored bulbs. Would he have gone running with Sela, she wondered? For a moment her thoughts turned to her friend; startled at first by the idea of no longer being joined with another entity against a team of wolves. It felt… She bit the edge of her cheek. Threatening, almost. But that had been her mistake on seeing them as a group - a pack, essentially. She swallowed. Lumiere’s hedges dimmed in the distance as she crossed the roads between Doux and Pasadena, gingerly turning the wheel - lights flashing over empty and occupied houses with dimmed porch lights.
Whatever the case, she couldn’t take the pain again if he chose to leave her side for his own reasoning. The pitch black - the calling waves of the bathtub… She eased herself onto the brake and turned into the driveway, peering over the closed garage with knitted brows. She terrorized the idea of making a mistake with him. Her hand rested down on the gear shift, hovering over the small rounded area before reaching up for the garage door remote clipped to the sunshade above her instead. The metallic grind of the door pulling itself up on the opener wasn’t quiet; she didn’t doubt they’d both - assuming Sela were still here - be alerted by the sound and her presence. There would only be one other person with the access to her home. She shifted uncomfortably, watching the hood of the car near the the inner wall until it flowered it with paled white light and finally slowed to a stop a few feet away from the door. Her eyes passed over the golden door knob, expectant of him to come rushing out to greet her before she shifted the gear into park with an elongated sigh through her flared nostrils. She didn’t want to do this. She didn’t want to chance ruining something she came to adore.
Her arms wrapped solidly around the steering wheel, careful of her chest resting above the horn as she slowly cast her eyes onto the only other vehicle remaining in the garage. Neglected. It hadn’t been touched since the last time he was here - if even then. The hospital, sure, far before she had broken her rib that late afternoon. But even so… She pulled her lips away from her sleeve and sat back, pulling the door handle and resting the door of the car at its partially open position. Gingerly tapping the floor with her grey shoe, she pulled herself out with a haphazard graze of her palm against her stomach. It was smooth, unlike the lumped feel she had become accustomed to. But for now, the cardigan would do somewhat well to hide it, assuming he wouldn’t immediately feel the difference if he hugged her or took the chances of giving her once over. And if that didn’t make her nervous enough, then what she had planned in the few next days would. She ran a hand through the few thin coils that escaped the messy bun near the top of her head and began for the door, giving the knob a gentle turn. Immediately the doorway lit with the softened glow from the living room and kitchen. She could hear him, could feel his presence without so much as a wave of blue threads entering her vision. Her heart pounded against the front of her chest and a smile quirked the corners of her lips.
”I hear someone doing homewooooork.” She spoke softly, rounding the corner until she could be seen in full view. Her attention was drawn to Tyrese without much consent from her previous thoughts, parting her rosy babydoll lips before she decided to seal them with a suppressed over joyous glance. God did she miss him. Everything about him. If Sela hadn’t been at the table and if they hadn’t decided to lower physical touches around her, she might have all but lunged across the room and thrown her arms around him just to fill herself with his faint pine scent; but instead she crossed the room and stood a few feet away from the table they sat at, slowly dragging her eyes down to the child whose hair he played with, as much as she didn’t want to look away from him. She wasn’t worried about unpacking. Pasadena wasn’t a neighborhood likely to get robbed. And it wasn’t as if she had anything too valuable in the trunk of her car. The keys jingled in her hand as she placed the backs of her hands over her hips, curling her fingers back towards her palms and brushing them with her nails. She'd try to disregard her thundering heart and urge to hold herself close to him. ”Who missed me?”
( • ... And I think that my tests became my testimonies. ♬ ) |
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Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2017 12:57 am
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✗Doing: Domestic Things | ✗ Is wearing Harley
✗ Journal: Updated 05/29 ||| ✗ Driving ||| ✗ Last Purchase: --
✗ Last Location: 1208 Pasadena ||| ✗ Sela is Present and wearing Puddles
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Sela's braid unraveled in stunt-y little rivets, remaining wavy from the day as he uncrossed each tri-fold tuck leading up to her hairline. He'd gotten good at fishtails lately, gently taking a brush to the navy strands that had elongated from just touching the three-year-old's shoulders to brushing an inch or two over them. The child's showing off always included proud swishing shakes of the decorated strands whenever she got near a mirror, to her father's amusement. Her hair wasn't the only thing to be growing, he'd noticed; lately, her little canines were coming in for her to often and painfully nick her lip and tongue on. He was still pondering over how to relive this for her without dragging her to the dentist to have them cruelly filed down. The older wolf could occasionally catch her sucking or rubbing her tongue along the tiny vampire tips, and currently, she held her food to one side to gnaw into it with them specifically; he fluttered his bangs with a exaggerated heave of his breath. He would say it was normal for a wolf her age, but it wasn't. He was going to catch hell if she bit anyone at school. The passion of the new father might drive him to try homeschooling, but Sela needed the social interaction with children her age. He shook his head, brushing it aside for later contemplation. He would ask some opinions another time.
Breaking from his thoughts, the older wolf looked over the shoulder of the younger, eyeing the next page marked in her workbook and letting his lips move along as he read the instructions to himself. He tried to always have her do homework before dinner but today had gone differently, and with doing her hair at the same time the pair had ultimately ended up seated at the living room coffee table. "You didn't draw a roof on your house, baby doll. A roof is what shape-" He let her answer before giving a singular approving nod, loosing her hair slightly as she leaned forward to grab a crayon and squiggle the correct shape on the worksheet. He was the faster one to notice the noise outside, the hum of a car engine before the mechanical crumbling and folding of the metal garage door followed. Sela perked, suspended in a listening manner before she pushed off the table to raise onto her knees. "Auntie Bree is home!" She observed with a higher decibel overcoming the calm talking they were previously keeping in order. "Woah woah woah, she'll come in in a minute, just wait." Tyrese retorted, keeping the crumb covered one from standing out of his reach of her scalp. Sela idled in place, eyes locked on the door. His were too, for a few moments before he glanced back to her homework, reaching past her to turn to the next assigned page.
He was...oddly anxious. Happy, sure, but not without some nagging worry to follow it up. Aubrey had been...strange lately. Not entirely, rather, it seemed mostly so at night. They were the same as always with texting on and off throughout the day while she was with her parents or indulged into some other vacation activity, but it seemed once the hand reached a certain hour on the clock that nearly every attempt at communication to her failed to receive a response. Sure for a day or two he'd assumed she'd dozed off without warning, but a reply would always follow a few hours late. These were phone calls rather than texts, he would say, though even typed responses came slower and slower. When he did get her on the phone, usually close to midnight, Bree had never sounded...quite right. Despite whatever inquiries he made, and he tried not to be pushy or insistent about it, he wouldn't get a straightforward answer. This worried him, and after a week of it she would be home again. He wondered whether she was okay, if he'd done something, what was going on? An antsy squirm had the bluenette adjusting to pull his legs from under the table only to tuck them beneath himself, a short sigh freeing whatever oxygen he currently held in his chest. What could he say? It wasn't in his head, it wasn't because he missed her so much that he felt deprived and paranoid without those goodnight talks over the phone. Not unjustly.
The door sounded with a swooshing brush over the tile, the familiar vocal tones even Sela had come to know rather well following the appearance of the bouncing curls of the brunette. Sela jumped up, banging him in the chin and tripping over his leg in the nearly same moment. Tyrese grunted, catching her arm and hoist her feet over the curve of his knee. "Aunty Breeeeee!" The first grader picked up where she left off, running over while the wolf rubbed his chin and pulled his lips to one side. A chuckle eased the next moment in as he stood himself, eyeing the toddler as she reached to hug the mother to be; she'd learned that she was less likely to cause someone to trip if she let them bend down to her level instead of clinging to their lower extremities. "Hey." He greeted, pausing as Sela cut in with an enthused, "Meee!" And in truth she had bombarded him with questions of why they were going to stay at their other house while Bree was gone and had asked upon waking each morning whether they'd be going back to see Bree that day or the next. "Welcome back." To his satisfaction she had left her bag in the car for him to get on her account, seeing as he would have disapproved should she have come in totting them herself. His stare searched her face briefly, his smile softening before he motioned over to the living room. "Come tell us all about it."
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『Estate #: 1504 Lumiere ┋Funds: $462.75』
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Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2017 10:29 pm
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⊙〖OOC: -- ⊙ Today's Outfit: Finally Coming Home; Bun ⊙ Feeling: Worried; Thoughtful; Happy. ⊙ Money: $1480.50〗⊙
( ♬ But I think my mistakes became the chemistry for my miracles... • )
An ivory hand clapped over the brunette’s mouth with astounded force. The sheer watch of Sela slamming her head against his jawline made her wince. Her legs seethed with dissatisfaction, baring along the skin with rippling goosebumps beneath her jeans as if she could already see blood oozing from the corner of his lip. Contrary to her scrutinizing stare, however, her shoulders slumped once a breathless laugh left his throat, her knees dropping to greet the toggle of blue strands drifting lazily in the makeshift breeze made behind her. ”Oh my goodness!” She had hardly made it into a crouch before she was practically rammed against, her hands thankfully reflexing fast enough to catch the underside of her arms and sweep her off of her feet. Phoo boy, it had been a while since she was able to move this fast without worry. The thought made her lips tighten for a fraction of a second before she careened back onto her heels and lifted Sela enough to hook the toddler’s leg around her waist. The room was brighter, bluer, than she could remember. And the smell of some sort of Mexican cuisine was unmistakable through her senses. It was a happy change from the dark and quiet road she was used to for the last several hours.
”You did, huh?” She cooed, leaning her mouth to her neck and blowing a soft raspberry from the tickle of her lips. ”Did you? Did you?” Each word was met with two tickling pinches a piece, traded along Sela’s jawline or just beneath her arm where her shirt disappeared to caress behind her back. She shifted again, leaning onto her right leg. Her left foot stood up onto her toes, sending her loose curls cascading along her shoulder - though they didn’t get very far with their length. She smiled widely. ”Well I missed you more, so there.” She playfully retorted, a pink muscle pressing between her now thinned rosy lips towards the young wolf. Her tongue retracted almost immediately at hearing Tyrese’s second response in her direction, the same amethyst glint that had died over countless nights now illuminating with a new adoration. Her heart throbbed feebly beneath her chest. She wanted to melt against his arms. Wanted to feel the same tender touches she left behind two very difficult weeks ago. Idly she felt along Sela’s hair, curling a few strands behind her ear to distract the words threatening to come from her lips. The swallowed sentences ached to be spoken… But with Sela’s presence, the best she could muster was a tightened, loving smile.
Then again- She could use a child’s innocence to her advantage; if not for both of them. She muted the insecurities layered in the thought alone and ran her tongue over the roof of her mouth with a minute Cheshire expression. She shifted the several steps forward to make her way further into the living room, around the arm of the couch as she struggled to stay the closing few feet away from him. ”Your DAddy isn’t very nice.” She teased, turning Sela with a playful shocked expression turned towards her crimson gaze. She shifted and lifted the child to buckle back against her waist again. ”He didn’t even say he missed me too!” And hopefully, assuming the little one would look as distraught as Aubrey had felt at the realization that she very well couldn’t embrace him in front of her, she’d offer a coy and potentially loving wink in his direction. Of course she missed him. How could she not? He had been her means of support for months… And even now, with the disgust she felt in herself, she wanted to take comfort and refuge against him. Being in his presence made her heart stutter, her breath catch, her cheeks flush, and her skin roll with fresh tingles. Her bottom lip protruded unhappily, giving off a pretending pout to back up her previous statement. ”Not even a hug… Not very nice.”
( • ... And I think that my tests became my testimonies. ♬ ) |
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2017 1:57 pm
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✗Doing: Domestic Things | ✗ Is wearing Harley
✗ Journal: Updated 05/29 ||| ✗ Driving ||| ✗ Last Purchase: --
✗ Last Location: 1208 Pasadena ||| ✗ Sela is Present and wearing Puddles
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Tyrese waved his wrist in a dismissive manner at the concerned and burning stare from Aubrey in response to the hard bang from Sela’s snapping movements. It hadn’t been an overly hard impact, enough to throb for a few moments but nothing more- he was tough! He did eye the brunette in return as she dipped down to collect the munchkin, hoping she wouldn’t strain at all on her way back up. As she settled, occasionally switching her hips, the wolf folded his arms across his chest, his fingers resting against the inner folds of his elbows. Sela squealed with laughter as she was lifted out of her ambitious attempt at a hug. ”I diiiiid!” She attempted to reiterate herself between giggles, crossing and wiggling her arms protectively over each exposed body part being blown on and prodded. Catching her breath after, she gaped in shock, seeming almost offended by having an adult stick their tongue out at her. ”No, I missed you more.” She returned, inflecting her tone similar to how the bar owner had. As Aubrey turned to the other bluenette in the room, the three-year-old tucked her elbow on her holder’s shoulder, looking to Tyrese who was humming quietly with fond laughter at them both. She hardly noticed the fingers in her hair, waiting on either person to break the silence she herself respectively withheld from interrupting. The older wolf requited the look he was given, his gaze shifting more toward the curiosity of whether she was ready to tell them anything now that’d hed offered for her to do so. Her smile seemed sealed despite her movements to close some space between herself and the couch, and with her next breath she put him on the line up as the ‘not very nice’ guy.
His brows perked, then pressed inwards as a half suspenseful and wiry smile dissolved the last. The expression would relax moments after he cocked his head to usher the brunette on, catching Sela’s mutually confused gaze as she directed it first to the brunette, then, upon being spun around again, her father. She gasped as they discovered why he was supposedly not nice, the child’s hand taking to her hip as she joined in with an accusing, ”Daddy!’ leaping off her lips. The mother-to-be soothed her concocted mischief with a wink his way, her smile radiating enough to kill any chances of him molding a convincing scowl now that she’d recruited his child against him. Was Aubrey really having him scolded by a preschooler? In response, the wolf cleared his throat with a push of the side of his closed fist to the threshold of his lips, diligently hiding away the next lightened smile. Shaking his head and chuckling once more, the man stepped closer, enough to rest his hand on the side of Aubrey’s arm before dipping his head and placing a lingering kiss on her brow. ”Of course I missed you, I’ve said so every single day.” His free hand slapped gently over Sela’s head with a soft ’pomf’ sliding down and over her eyes before he quickly snuck a second kiss beside the brunette’s lips. ”Even more than Sela!” The wolf then claimed as he took a step back, letting the small one throw his hand off. ”Nuh-uh!” She argued, flailing her arms to make her shove that much more forceful. ”Yuh-huh! Now go finish your dinner so Daddy can run you a bath, it’s getting late.” Tyrese concluded as he folded his arms once more, nodding to her plate where another three chicken nuggets awaited digestion.
The wolf rubbed a hand over his chin, his eyes lingering thoughtfully on the same spot as Sela reached to be let down. Once she scurried over and sat, Tyrese cleared his throat and motioned to the other side of the room where the brunette had entered. ”I’m going to grab your parcels for you. Dinner should be ready in another-” He lifted his wrist briefly, turning the face of his watch into view. ”Twenty minutes. Are you hungry?” While meandering to the garage, he listened for her answer and would nod. It wasn’t likely he’d be done with Sela’s bed time prep by the time it was done, so he wouldn’t ask her to wait on him while it went cold. For now he let himself out, scratching his jaw and checking the back seat, then the trunk. Once he located the bags, he tucked each into a place he could hold- under either arm and one in each hand if necessary. He then closed the vehicle, maneuvered the knob to the door, and walked each upstairs. The wolf dusted his hands once he returned, seeing Sela carrying her plate into the kitchen. It landed in the sink with a clatter, ”Thank you, hun.” He patted her loose tresses, digging through the pantry for a bag of fruit snacks. Sela bounced on her toes, fingers flexing for the treat until it landed in her hand and she scrambled back to her perch. He inched further aside to put on tea, though he may not need it the same way he used to anymore. Still, perhaps out of habit, he put on a pot and opened a single serve packet of ginger candy to chew on before making his way to the bathroom. The father sat on the side of the tub and turned the nozzle, drenching his hand under the stream until it felt appropriately warm. He plugged the drain, poured in a cap of bubble gum scented mixture, and waited for the younger wolf to come sprinting in for her bath.
Sela emerged from the bathroom adorned in a pink cotton night gown, hair neatly wrapped in a towel and a wet barbie tucked securely between both hands. She ran to the couch to climb on, preferably next to the brunette while Tyrese headed for the kitchen to click off the oven. He pulled on a pair of oven gloves, removed the glass pan, and set it aside to turn for plates and utensils. ”Shrimp enchiladas.” He hummed, turning off his tea as well, then glancing for the brunette. ”So, do we get to hear about your trip soon, sugar drop?”
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『Estate #: 1504 Lumiere ┋Funds: $462.75』
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"My words are useless if they don't deconstruct the limitations that keep the creativity in you from flourishing." -TY Havens
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2017 12:22 am
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⊙〖OOC: -- ⊙ Today's Outfit: Finally Coming Home; Bun ⊙ Feeling: Worried; Thoughtful; Happy. ⊙ Money: $1480.50〗⊙
( ♬ But I think my mistakes became the chemistry for my miracles... • )
Warmth. Like a raindrop it had broken the tension of her inner monologue, sparing her intentions to instead focus on the gentle caressing nudge against her arm. Goosebumps quickly lined against her normally smooth skin, dispersing somewhere near her shoulder. She bit down on her lower lip as her lashes brushed over her skin in one hardened blink. Whatever fantasy played through the forefront of her mind quickly made sure to scatter before the same words she wanted to speak threatened to breach. She rolled her shoulder, allowing Sela’s arm to fall somewhat closer to her neck as she tilted her head to the side and forced herself to relent the desires; a process she found difficult to say the least with the added kiss against her forehead. A laugh escaped her lips. As horrible as she felt, it was all true. He had made it a point to tell her every single day how much he missed her - the added days making it more profound than the last. She exhaled and reached to run a hand through her hair out of sheer habituality, but once realizing her hair wasn’t down as it normally was, paused against her chin to rest her fingertips along her jawline. Those nights she had almost refused to answer the phone-- His name was enough to draw her from the darkness. The picture she stole for it was only an added measure of comfort. With a tightened chest her eyes squeezed shut for a moment. He was making this more difficult than she cared to admit, especially with her oncoming urge to kiss him more frequently; not that she ever had. Not that she remembered.
”Hnhn.” Gingerly she bent down to settle the toddler on the ground, watching her practically brighten at the mention she still had food left over. Personally, she didn’t have much of an appetite - something that didn’t seem much different in comparison before her drastic change, even if this particular feeling was initiated by nervousness and nausea. She straightened, tilting back on the heels of her shoes and folding her arms over her chest until they sat snugly beneath her breasts. Her ‘parcels’. Her eyes twinkled, tickled with the chosen vocabulary. There were days she had forgotten befriending someone of his traveling background, but even so, it was charming nonetheless. It always was. There would be no sense in arguing with him to leave the bags in the car, she knew that already, but if it gave him something to do whilst she settled back in at home, then she’d leave it be. It wasn’t as if she had too many after all. ”Mmmm- I don’t think I’ve eaten since this morning.” She turned as he exited, glancing to the bottom of the staircase curiously. Had he been feeding Alistair like she’d asked him to? The leopard gecko was a very low maintenance creature. She had no doubts Tyrese had given him the same blue eyed stare - in possible fear - Alistair would give him. Without being attuned to such a pet many would think the slitted pupils were a state of a harmful stare; filled with rage and intent to hurt. But much like scorpions, their outer appearance wasn’t something they could help very much.
Not that Alistair wouldn’t be alright without her supervision. He only had to drop in a few worms here and there without any dusting. And after all, she had bought tongs to assist him if he didn’t feel comfortable grabbing the little creepy crawlers. They didn’t bite, but they did squirm pretty quick. Other than changing the water, he didn’t need to be taken out much. She pressed a smile. It was… Nice coming home to someone. To anyone. After everything that had happened, it was almost a sense of real warmth rather than the aftershock. She pinched the edge of her cardigan, giving it a casual but anxious shimmy as she made her way to the couch, settling over the middle cushion a bit adjacent to Sela, tucking her feet closer to herself with her shoes on. She paid no mind as they removed themselves, seemingly mentally elsewhere. It had been a long several languid weeks, leaving her with mental and emotional exhaustion that would lay unrest even as she closed her eyes against her pillow. Endless nights turning, curling to an absent presence she only wished were there. She laid her cheek against the back of the couch, partially closing her eyes at the sound of running tub water and ignoring the onslaught of fresh tears intimidating their thresholds. Would he understand?
But as Sela toddled to settle beside her, she brushed off the idea to appear in a tired demeanor, gesturing her hand over Sela’s would-be locks with a faint smile. She had changed since Lillian’s removal - which only made her question the motives and if she had really spent part of her time attempting to dissociate and dispel her from any contact with either of them. Had she seen her as a threat? Her eyes narrowed over the thought. There was no reason to at the time. At least, so she assumed. But suddenly, once Tyrese came into care of their daughter, the shy retractions ceased to exist and instead replaced itself with brimming smiles and a need to be around her. ”Mmmm. That sounds amazing right now.” She murmured as she wrapped an arm around Sela’s waist and gingerly kissed her forehead. She smelled like bubblegum; an extreme sweet contrast to the food Tyrese was pulling from the oven. ”Well let’s see…” She pondered, swallowing as she tried to beat around the nightly memories plaguing the daylight. What had she done during the day? Not much of anything if she were completely honest other than visit the usual places. There weren’t too many people from elementary or middle school she had stayed friends with after leaving her hometown to attend Koizora. What did she do? ”I went hoooome and saw my Mommy and Daddy.” She eyed Sela with a small smile, leaving the ‘matter-of-fact’ tone as if to intrigue every word she’d say.
”We didn’t really do very much.” It was the truth wasn’t it? ”Oh!” There were a few things that they did, but she assumed it would be more in Tyrese’s interest. And with the thought, came the realization that she’d need to take him back at some point to do so. ”We did go to a few Farmer’s Markets to get some fresh fruit and even went to a Peach Farm.” Mildly, she was uncomfortable talking about her vacation, and she was sure her slightly restless fidgeting against her knee was a good sign of it. Her eyes flickered down to her hand, pressing her palm down until it was forced to stop moving before they flicked back to Sela. ”And then a big peach monster showed up and tried to eat us!” She growled playfully, wrapping her arms tightly around her and blowing a raspberry against the young wolf’s neck whilst adding a few tickles against her ribs before pulling her back up.
( • ... And I think that my tests became my testimonies. ♬ ) |
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2017 3:33 am
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✗Doing: Domestic Things | ✗ Is wearing Harley
✗ Journal: Updated 05/29 ||| ✗ Driving ||| ✗ Last Purchase: --
✗ Last Location: 1208 Pasadena ||| ✗ Sela is Present and wearing Puddles
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He was listening, laying out two plates but fixing only one for now. he pulled the side dishes to himself first, spooning some onto the first plate as his gaze gently lulled from his task to the woman and child pair. "Sela, you be careful climbing on Aun'y Bree like that.' She wasn't listening, grabbing Bree's cardigan to climb onto her lap with a small huff once Bree wrapped her arm around her waist. Tyrese sighed himself, dismissively, as he swapped his serving spoon for a spatula and began to dig into the pan of enchiladas. "I'm fixing you a little extra since you haven't eaten." the wolf continued, redirecting to whom he spoke as the metal utensil clinked against the side of the pan in a swift motion to dislodge two folds of the hot dish and nestle it onto the plate. Sela was still screaming and laughing as she wiggled in Aubrey's grasp, but without worry, he could speak without his voice getting lost. "A peach farm sounds nice, I'm actually a little jealous. I'd love having a farmer's market come through here every so often, too." The wolf absently conversed back as Sela tried to squirm free, dripping water from her doll onto her housecoat, if not some other places as well. The fork Aubrey would use was tucked to the side of her plate, left with confidence not to fall while the father turned to the fridge and picked out something the bar owner would have preferred for her personal drink. The liquid was cold and the plate was warm as he brought them over, setting them down within her reach and extending his arms for Sela. "Ten minutes of bedtime yoga, then we're laying down Sweet Pea."
Sela reached back with reluctance, holding close to his side as he moved her to the floor. Despite the good chance of battling a fuss, Ty seeming adamant they stick to their nightly routine as he grabbed his ipad and tapped along some app or another. Before long, a quiet song was drifting through the room to a teacher's soft instructions. Sela was diligent to her videos after these last few months of consistency, tucking her hands into a praying fold and crossing her legs before even directed to do so. Tonight, however, she was stealing peeks towards the mother to be as she did her stretches, though Ty didn't comment as he went to fix himself a plate and some tea and sit next to the brunette. "It helps her sleep, but, it's also been helping her have less shifts at night.' The older wolf explained, realizing that the adult beside him would usually be at work during this time. She rarely had involvement in any routine of theirs, and vice-versa. This sort of thing happened when you worked opposite shifts. He sipped from his cup, eyeing Bree from the side- mostly to see if she'd eat. "So about this peach farm and farmer's markets, I'm surprised you didn't bring anything back?" He was fishing for information, of course. Peach tea or jam, dried fruits or candies, even. Really, any interesting souvenir from some of his favorite stops, since she knew how he loved them.He wondered if they had products like...peach rock candy. But really, that sort was just sugar and color, never flavor as far as he knew. She loved them just the same, and while trying to persuade her into drinking tea he often used them as mixing spoons.
Sela's ten minutes passed accordingly and the young shifter was hustling her way onto the couch again, whining as Tyrese tsked a 'nuh-uh' and grabbed her. Time for compromise, "You have school in the mourning and I am not dealing with a grumpy boogie monster named Sela." He elaborated to her as he pulled her into his lap, removed her hair towel and housecoat from over her Hello Kitty pajamas, and turned her to lay against his chest. "You can lay with us until you fall asleep, but that's it...Now goodnight, Boogie Bear." she was far too big to sleep this way, but it definitely would keep her from twitching about and forcing herself to stay awake. Finding his head phones from under the table, Ty switched to bedtime music and covered the young wolf's ears, snorting at her pout as she stuffed her thumb between her lips. "Goodnight." The wolf rocked gently, preoccupied to situate his plate enough to get a bite into his mouth every so often. Sela was out like a light before another ten minutes had passed, which he'd almost let happen in silence. "Soo..." He began again, planning to get up and put Sela on her bed and tuck her in. But first, perhaps because he was content with this or it was too much of a hassle to move around right away, he stayed watching the young bluenette as he continued rocking. "What's wrong?' He looked at Aubrey, crossing one leg over the other and sitting back against the couch cushions. It was something in her body language he had long noticed, aside from the strange behavior over the phone all week. He knew something was wrong, though less whether she wanted to actually tell him what.
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『Estate #: 1504 Lumiere ┋Funds: $462.75』
『Temper┋ ✎✎✎✎✎┋Stress┋✎✎✎✎✎┋Happiness lvls┋✎✎✎✎✎』
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2017 12:25 am
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Posted: Fri May 11, 2018 6:29 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2018 12:23 am
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2018 1:06 am
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⊙〖OOC: -- ⊙ Today's Outfit: Basic 90's Tuck ⊙ Feeling: Raging ⊙ Money: $1780.50〗⊙
( ♬ But I think my mistakes became the chemistry for my miracles... • )
The frame all but shattered against the hard wood floor, painting a Pollock-like piece of tempered glass medium. "YOU!" She turned to rip the comforter and sheets away from the bed, gripping as much fabric as she could within her petite, porcelain hands. How dare he- How DARE he! Did he think any of this was easy?! Did he think ANY of this- She threw the blanket to the floor, leaving the bed bare aside from a few disheveled pillows. That ANY of this was easy?! Did he assume she trotted around as soon as he left- A smile on her face and a glow in her cheeks?! Swiveling on her heel, the back of her hand slammed against her jewelry box, throwing it tumbling over the edge of the night stand and against the floor; though shockingly it seemed to take no damage from the rampage. Already the room stood a mess, clothing, miscellaneous items strewn wherever she could reach next. Worry for the aftermath would come later, scans for scuffs and scratches over the floor, cracks in the wall- She exhaled sharply. Her chest rose and fell with every breath. This wasn't EASY. NONE of this was easy. But he- She slammed the length of her arms over the mattress, forming fists that only bounded off the rebounding springs.
Did he expect her to wait?! To sit around while he continued on with whatever life he had chosen for himself until he managed to come back around with whatever news he had been searching for? Was that it?? By now, she would have had her- Their baby. By now she would be struggling to find some way to salvage his Goddamn candy shop, balance her own bar, and be taking care of their child. And for him to- She kicked the bundle of bedding with a petite foot, sending it a measly few inches before it heavily thumped against the floor. Her arms hung loosely by her sides, her amethyst stare suddenly blank as she watched nothing in particular. She had never meant to- An icy embrace trickled along her shoulders, chest, and fled to her stomach, building a firm layer of anxiety between whatever fire lied within. This was never meant to be some hell bent sin. This was never supposed to come across as a life she didn't want - an avoidance to put off until she personally felt ready. It was... She ground her teeth against each other, a sound equivalent to rocks echoing just beneath her ears. It was knowing their, her(?) baby had been through absolutely so much, it was knowing they would be born into an unhappy life, an unhappy family at the time- With a father she wasn't even entirely sure would come back.
The carpet was hot beneath her feet, her toes unknowingly pulling threads from the rubber base. And yet here she was, treated with his- His selfishness. His down right selfishness and- She swiveled on her heel with a low growl that ended in a high pitched almost-scream. Next came the night stand. Slam! Her heart pounded against the front of her chest, fueled only by anger, rage, and deeply hidden hatred. She wanted to hate him. She wanted to hate him with every fiber of her being. She should have slapped him. Should have- She fed her fingertips against the base of her hair, gripping her roots until it almost numbed her scalp. To her left, the bathroom shook ever so slightly, matching the rippling movement beneath her skin. Harder. She squeezed her eyes shut, how much longer could she keep it up? How much longer did he expect her to wait?? To sit aside as if she hadn't another thought in the world other than everything he wanted. This. This was all for him. Everything had been for him. Moving to a new city, changing jobs, the blessing of a new store, giving up her lifelong dream, all to make him happy again. All to make him smile, to hold her, the forgiveness-
But it wasn't enough. It was NEVER enough. NONE of this was enough. There was always a hint more he had wanted. The small cherry on top she could never provide. She understood it. She had understood it at the time and she could understand it now. Why wouldn't he want to step out to find his family? What if the circumstances had come to the point of having to forfeit their child? And the extension of her family would start anew? What if? But... Slowly her arms dropped to her sides, her hands hanging loosely beside her outer thighs. The absolute tear and distraught he had brought on his family, that stood here now, wasn't worth finding new loves, new spaces to fill his heart. She exhaled. It was never that she had found it a bad idea. No. That had never been the case. It was the timing, the fact that he chose to want to leave now of all times, when he could have just as easily hired someone to do it for himself. Each and every time he walked out the door was a further, separating tear he had chosen to place between their relationship. Every day he walked away from his soul mate, who he so often stated he was "lucky" to find within his first week of that God forsaken school.
And yet, she missed it. She hung her head back, peering above to the ceiling. She missed the days of coming home and everything was just... Happy. There was no arguing. No disagreements. Nights spent staring at the skies, talking about absolutely nothing but the stars whilst he wrapped an arm tight around her waist. Telling her how much he loved her. How happy he was to be with her and how she had been his everything. Before she was scolded every time she so much as voiced an opinion out against someone. Before she was told off for defending his supposed "brother". Before she was hospitalized. Before- Her shoulders tensed, her chest rising and falling with newly heated breaths. The HYPOCRISY. Every ******** time she had told him what she had thought of Lillian was swiftly cut with "well you don't know what they're going through"; hinting he did and therefore she couldn't say a word about it. Snapping at her for throwing a punch in the blond's face and yet, as soon as he'd come across her, he'd do the same thing. Helping his goddamn FRIEND, scolded for it, while he stayed for hours to help Dia back home to her husband!!
When had she become the simple woman? When had his love for her become so absolutely bare boned that he brought home sex- Gifts- Kisses- Things he assumed would amend the situation about as well as ******** duct tape. Crossing the room, she balled the curtains into her hand, tearing them down from the window and onto the floor. The holding pole clattered to the floor, and finally, she sank against the window sill, keeping herself against the edge. The balls of her feet dug against the floor, pushing her weight against herself. Her legs folded back together, pressing her thighs and knees tight. "I ******** hate you..." Her voice was gruff as she tucked her chin against her chest and pressed her fingers against her scalp once more. She had made herself clear a number of times. She had. She HAD. Had spoken to him for hours and hours about how uncomfortable she was with him leaving. How he had a perfectly fine family sitting in front of him, here. Two loving parents that, if anything, should have been cautious about his return after the first time he had broken their daughters heart. But instead, they opened their arms and took them in as his own. And every <********> time, he had been distant, cold hearted, and uncaring to their advice. She squinted.
On the closest side of the wall, their tv sat untouched, hovering above Alistair's tank - sat keenly atop the dresser. Though rage ridden, she had been afraid to come near the area. She stared at the small hides she had chosen for her gecko's tank. He had made his choice, hadn't he? Decided on his own accord that even if she had been unhappy, he would set out on his own while she stayed home to continue both of their lives at once. Give or take the few months between, his time away wouldn't have differed. Just... She dragged her nails against her ivory legs, shimmering beneath the morning sunlight drifting between the open blinds. Enough of a slight pain to bring back the reality of her life. When had she become so frail? She turned her head, her curls brushing against her bare neckline. So many sickening times she had thought over the sick, twisted possibility that perhaps she and Tyrese had fallen for each other not out of circumstance, but because of the force of the situation. She bit the inside of her cheek. But if that were the case, shouldn't she had fallen for Jacob those years ago? He had been there each day afterward. And yet... She sighed. She missed him, too.
No, none of this had been easy at all.
Leaning onto her hip, she pulled her phone from her back pocket. Astonishingly, it had survived the rampage without so much a scratch. She ran her thumbs against the screen, spreading the light layer of oil atop. Her eyes bore into the phone until the familiar galaxy printed background lit up beneath her. She released the lock button and closed her eyes, gingerly bouncing her legs against the balls of her feet. Her hair gently bounced along. Everything had been an avoidance of this moment. She rose her gaze around to the heavily destroyed room. That moment of being alone had been the only thing needed to tip the scales in a chaotic direction. She pressed her thumb harder against the screen, feeling the same, cold, lonely shiver. This was nothing more than a house of memories. No one lived here. Not now. Not anymore. Not with her. She had considered moving, perhaps to Doux next to the Takashi's, but similarly... The same stinging-like pinch closed her airway. She sniffed and drew her previous text conversation with Victoria. The sudden silence was almost unbearable.
'How many bottles does it take to say I'm sorry I ghosted you?'
( • ... And I think that my tests became my testimonies. ♬ ) |
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Posted: Wed Sep 26, 2018 10:42 pm
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⊙〖OOC: -- ⊙ Today's Outfit: Basic 90's Tuck ⊙ Feeling: Raging ⊙ Money: $1780.50〗⊙
( ♬ But I think my mistakes became the chemistry for my miracles... • )
Moving... Though it had hardly been a minute she anxiously rolled her phone in her hand, twisting and turning until she could feel the same volume buttons brush her fingers again and again. There was the fear- There was always the fear that, maybe, Victoria had finally grown tired of being left in the dark. She considered her to still be her best friend. And that list was dwindling fast. She hung her head and pushed her fingertips along her scalp, digging beneath the curls until she could feel them shower over her hands and wrists. She had pushed so many friends away from what had happened in her life. Not pushed so much as just... Forgot? No. She bit her lip. That wasn't right either. She pressed her thumb against the corner of her tear duct, squeezing her eyes shut until her amethyst orbs disappeared from the wavy curtains of hair. She wouldn't ignore her, would she? Not without at least telling her off in some way shape or form... Or maybe that had been herself, or- She pressed harder; her heart felt heavier in her chest, sinking into slow, rhythmic beats, contradictory to the rapid anger not a few minutes ago.
Was all of this... Her fault? For a while she had thought so. She had thought maybe, just maybe, he had been lying to her. That he hadn't truly wanted to start a family, simply because of the "fear" he resented towards "becoming like this father"; one he hadn't even taken the time - until now - to find. Maybe she asked too much. Maybe she had been the harrowing wife demanding his every attention to her detail. She cupped over her nose and dragged her hand down her face, slowly pinching her chin with her thumb and pointer finger. A slow, calming breath exited her nasal cavity. She didn't think she was. She hadn't thought she was. And when it came down to it, she never would believe that for a second. She felt as if she had given him every chance in the book. She had told him again and again and again and even still he chose to forge his own path without her, leaving a brightly blazing fire in his wake; the ashes clouding her view until she couldn't see him anymore. She sighed. None of this was her fault. She had stayed behind to build a home for their family, to take care of both of their businesses while he disappeared off into the day. She had been the one to help nurse her own broken rib back to help. She had stopped to take care of Tyrese and build his business. She tried day and night to get a hold of her own husband. And not once did she get a return call.
She remembered the day Tyrese lamented his irresponsibility about his return. How he had come to the door under a completely different name in hopes to "find his old life". She wanted to not believe him. She wanted to scoff and brush her hand through the air like it was some nightmare to be whisked away at such a gesture until nothing but figments of color remained. He was clearly worried. And she had been angry when she thought back on it later. Rightfully so, or so she felt. It wasn't the anger that he had turned Finn away at noticing his own chance with her. He had been shy about stating his emotion for her; though she knew all along, especially after that day in the hospital. Slowly she stood and walked to her dresser, pulling on the handle and sifting for a pair of no-show socks. Steadying the rubber against her heel, she slid one onto each foot, flexing her toes with a gentle crack as they hooked on. Again and again she wondered what would have been different if he had come back like that. If she would have been sitting around in a hospital room, or in her own bedroom, waiting for him to regain her memory. Not wanting to be around him- Or if sympathy would come to play and she would latch herself to him as his wife again.
Her head hung back again, hunched over in place. And then the never ending question. Did she want him back? Her jaw clenched, the muscles in her joints flexing repeatedly. It wasn't as if she hadn't fought over the question internally. She had spoken to so very few people about it -- mainly, her mom. Do you feel like it could be fixed for the rest of your lives? Did she? It wasn't as if it wasn't a sore subject. Once before had she told her parents that she had found her soul mate and he had practically abandoned her. This time didn't... Feel any different. Should it? Should it have felt like she should take more of his side into consideration or... Her phone buzzed against her fingers, illuminating in her hand and a sudden wave of relief fell over the brunette. At the very least, she hadn't been ignored. And from the looks of it -- more than welcome to come over. She'd have to make a short slip in at the bar, but she'd be able to slide in and out the back door. She had left Loki and Millie in charge as bartenders, an extra cocktail waitress phone number or two in case things got a little out of hand for the two. And her personal cell of course. Though she wasn't planning on staying in at the scene, she still felt the need to make sure her employees were absolutely taken care of. Events were a high priority for the owner; it was the chance to make a good impression to both new and returning customers.
She made her way into the bathroom closet, finding her white Adidas and sliding them on as well. They felt bulkier than before. When was the last time she wore something so casual? She shook one ankle out at a time, practically gliding across the bathroom now that she set out with a purpose. The mess would be left for now; the bedroom absolutely wrecked. Nothing picking up couldn't fix, but.... She cast one last glance to the room, catching her hand against the door frame.
The love, their love, was a dying one.
{Character Exit.}
( • ... And I think that my tests became my testimonies. ♬ ) |
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