Post by Silas E. Gajos on Mar 15, 2015 23:11:12 GMT -5
I don't need a friend, I need to mend so far away
So come sit by the fire and play a while, but you can't stay too long
He had been kicked out of his bed for four months by this point and his back was beginning to ache because of it. It truly didn’t matter how much healing magic he allowed to flow into his back, every day the simple spells draining a small amount of energy from him in order for him to even think about functioning for the day. He had paid for the damn bed and he had enough, though he knew snapping at Marcie wasn’t going to get him anything other than her tears and refusing to talk to him for more than a month. In fact, though he wouldn’t admit it aloud, he thought this depression was like pregnancy hormones on crack but he knew saying something would just get him kicked out of the house for a day again.
Quietly, the man approached their (her?) bedroom door and knocked quietly, hoping he wasn’t waking her up. “Hey Doll? Can we talk?” He asked softly, wincing when he realized how fishy that probably sounded. “ “m not mad, I promise.” He added on quickly, hoping he would actually here something from her before he would retreat back to the couch and save this discussion for another night… or so he hoped his back could handle it.
Soft slow breaths were taken as she curled up on her side trying to get some sleep, but for some reason it was becoming an impossible task at this point. Turning on to her other side, she glanced over at the alarm clock that sat on a bedside table, and glared the time to her in bright red digits. At this rate, she didn't think she would get any sleep at this point. Another turn, but she tossed the blanket she had on to the empty side of the bed... It had been four months since she had allowed her husband to share the same bed as her and she couldn't promptly remember why she had distance herself from him. Had he tried to get too close to her? Perhaps after all, she found herself shoving him more often, then not. Another toss was given, but this time she heard footsteps approach the bedroom door.
A soft voice of can we talk caused a bit of fright out of her poor soul, but she was put at ease when he told her he wasn't mad. Shifting into a sitting potions, her eyes glanced up to the door before lifting herself from the bed as she walked quietly over to the door. "Yeah..." She spoke up in a mutter after all, it wasn't like she was going to sleep any time soon. Reaching the door, she opened it wide and her eyes peered over at Silas as good as she could as it was pretty dark in the hallway.
Post by Silas E. Gajos on Mar 15, 2015 23:57:45 GMT -5
I don't need a friend, I need to mend so far away
So come sit by the fire and play a while, but you can't stay too long
The man let out a sigh of relief when the woman opened the door in front of him, running his fingers through his hair. “I know this probably could have waited till the morning, but am I grounded from our bedroom until further notice? Since the couch is a little too short for me.” He said softly, knowing that even Marcie had a hard time laying down on the loveseat. For him, it was just a surge of ridiculousness, due to the fact that he was a foot taller than the woman. His legs nearly touched the ground as laid upon it, making his sleeping pattern very uncomfortable as his body was always at an angle.
“I promise, no funny business.” He then added, watching her squint at him in the darkness. Slowly, he mumbled a quick spell under his breath and let the orb of light illuminate the hallway so he could look at her. “I mean, I did kinda pay for the bed dollface. Maybe you could have a little bit of sympathy for my back at least?” He quickly added, attempting to add a more playful note to the conversation. “Might even tell ya where I hid your fake gun thing.” He chuckled at that, know that he didn’t hide it at all, but she didn’t know that without going to look for it. “So whatcha say?”
Was it wrong that she felt more like a mother when he asked if he was still grounded from the bedroom after all, this was her husband who seemed to mess up on her policy of not wanting to be touched. Of course, some would argue that it was unfair of her to treat him as such... Couldn't she at least have this one request be accepted? Yet, the loveseat must of have been hard to sleep on for him to come up suddenly in the middle of the night making the request... Even the promise of "no funny" business was given which swayed her heart a bit.
She was about to speak up, before he illuminated the hallway to which it showed both of them. Like always, every inch of her skin had been covered in cloth such as long pj bottom and a fairly large t-shirt that she may or may not have gotten from Silas part of the closet. Yet, he continued on with his whole speech of why he should be welcomed back in even though her heart was a bit swayed to the other side. Then, as if he was topping the cream on the cake, he playfully told her he would tell her where he hide her plastic gun which made her shake her head. She didn't know why he took such a disliking to game after all, it kept her busy since she couldn't hunt anymore... The thing she was trained to do all her life had been ripped from her hands and now she had to settle on cheap games that made no sense.
"Yeah... No funny business, please." She pleaded with him, her eyes peering up at him as if this was her warning before moving aside so that he made be reunited with the bedroom once more.
Post by Silas E. Gajos on Mar 16, 2015 0:42:32 GMT -5
Silas let out a nod as her reaction, waving his hand and letting the light go out at that. "Okay, so maybe I didn't hide your hunting game." He said softly, knowing that shake of the head signaled he was a moment away from getting smacked. He waited a second before walking in, getting on his side of the bed and taking one of his pillows to put in between them though he knew that she would prefer it, even if he didn't really. He was just terrified that he would do something to scare her off again and make her no longer want to see him, even if she could barely stand him as it was. At least this way they could be a little closer.
As he got under the covers, he thought about what he could say then and his smile disappeared. "You know you can tell me when you're not okay Doll. You realize that I'm probably the last person you need to hide from. In sickness and in health right?" He said quietly, laying down then and hoping she would respond to him. "Or if there's anything I could do to help ya, don't be afraid to ask that either. It just worries me when you look at me like your expecting me to set you on fire. That's only reserved for people who screw with you too much." He said in an even softer tone, suddenly realizing her discomfort could be from what he was. "Just.... don't shut me out again please." He then added barely louder than a whisper, turning his head towards her.
Softly he spoke of how he didn't hide her games, but it didn't cause much a reaction of her. Even so, she never understood why he didn't like the games after all, it kept her occupied when she couldn't do what she was born to do. Instead, she silently curled up onto her side as she felt him get into bed as well. Even going as far as placing a pillow in between them which gave her a bit of relief in all honesty. Yet, as he was starting to settle into bed, he spoke up. She listens to him speak softly and in the pit of her stomach she felt guilt as he approached the end of his speech. After all, how could she tell the one she loved how she felt every day when she woke up? He knew she loathe being touched, but there was just so much more to it, then that.
Turning herself so that she could at least face him, she felt her throat clench up a bit... How could she tell him that when she was out in public she just wish she could disappear from it all. Words were too simple to describe what she felt and more, then half the time she just didn't know what she was feeling... She just wanted to be angry, to yell and scream at anything. Yet, the worst thing was the part of watching herself become this thing that was just so angry all the time... It felt like she was just a shell of her former self who seemed to be so happy all the time. Like nothing could stop her, but something had stopped her and it was that shifter.
"I..." She paused for a brief second, and tried to curl herself into a little ball. Biting her lips, she left a dramatic pause as she tried to get hold of herself because she was slipping... She was close to crying and her tone was giving it away, but she tried her best to at least finish her sentence she had started. "I... I don't know." Three simple words that didn't help anyone, but she really didn't know. She didn't know how to explain what she felt. She didn't know what Silas could do because comforting her with hugs or simple gestures was no longer an option.
Post by Silas E. Gajos on Mar 17, 2015 19:27:46 GMT -5
Silas sighed softly as the woman's answer, obviously not attempting to make her cry. Slowly he raised his hand to gently run his fingers through his wife's hair but he then stopped himself, knowing she didn't want to be touched. He had a few ideas that could help though, even if he wasn't sure that the woman would like them at first... but he was so sick of seeing her in pain and hoped that maybe some familiar scenary would help.
"You could always go visit your parents. I know they don't like me... but I don't really know how you still like me honestly." He mumbled softly. "Or go on a vacation by yourself, somewhere where not everyone is pushing you and somewhere where you can relax. With that, I somehow think one of your brother's might be a safer place. Your ma terrifies me still. Henri would stay with me though so you could relax." He added after a second, worried with how she would react.
Marcelina had almost backed off when he lightly ran his fingers through her hair, but he stopped himself and a silence grew between the two. Perhaps her word choice hadn't been the best and she should have just pretended to go to sleep. Yet, what caught her by surprise was the mention of leaving to go somewhere else. Her gaze flickered over to Silas as he spoke of a "vacation" and she instantly frowned at the thoughts of leaving. Not only that, but it felt as if he was trying to push her off... Like if she went somewhere else someone else would have to put up with her.
"No... I'm fine here." She stressed out the words she had been fine with being right here because in all honesty, what would happen if she did leave? Again, it sounded more like he was pawning her off somewhere else so that he could relax. Maybe she should leave. Again, her gaze flickered to the wall as if she was lost in thought before finally speaking up again. "Maybe..."
Post by Silas E. Gajos on Mar 21, 2015 22:33:41 GMT -5
I don't need a friend, I need to mend so far away
So come sit by the fire and play a while, but you can't stay too long
Silas loooked at her sadly, shaking his head as he grew worried that perhaps she misunderstood him. “Please don’t take this as I’m mad at you love.” He said softly, sitting up and leaning against the headboard, pinching the bridge of his nose. In all honesty, the last thing he had wanted was his wife to leave. He had gone against everything he had changed himself to in an effort to even attempt to keep her and Henri alive, though thankfully they had pulled through. Perhaps, he had mused as he sat in hospital waiting room when Marcie’s life was still in danger, that he would let Alain Winslow finally rest after so many years.
Of course, that he had known that everything was going to go to shit and the cult he had found himself joining in youthful rage was going to repeat the same idiotic action that they had tried over two hundred years before. It was before the fact that he had realized that perhaps the world would be a little bit safer with him not breathing, with his death delaying what could be the end of the human race… but he was selfish. He had become selfish since he had first used his powers again, since Marcie’s family found it as a reason to kill him on sight. Now he had his wife, he had his daughter, but… he was hurting them. Henri always screamed as if he was ripping off her good arm whenever he held her and Marcie seemed to jump away from his touch as if it were burning coals as well.
Perhaps they would be happy like the world without Alain Winslow and would be better off for it, even though Marceline and Henri knew him by a different name it didn’t matter. They’d still be better off without his selfish ass. There was a voice that kept him hold on though, one that reminded him about how destroyed Marcie would be without him there. One that fueled his selfish reasons and kept him there. Looking at Marcie now though, he had to doubt that voice was right about anything.
“Just…. I know we’ve been on tha’ run for a while. Maybe it would do ya some good if ya were in a lower stress environment Babydoll?” He asked quietly, hoping the nickname would calm her down a little. “I don’t wantcha to go either if ya don’t want to either.” He added, looking over nervously.
Marcelina C. Gajos 414 Words Sorry it turned into a lot of Silas' self loathing oops
Quietly, she listened to him as she slowly started to untangle her limbs from the huddle position. Turning herself around, she gazed up at him as a strong silence formed between them... She questioned what was going on in his head as she gaze thoughtfully at him. Perhaps he was thinking of what to say next or what his next plan of action was... Even so, if he wasn't mad, then maybe a trip somewhere would be good for her. After all, she was sure she read somewhere that this would be good for her...
Yes, she may have refused to get help after all, she could figure out a way herself. She didn't need people to take pity on her and just tell her what she needed to do in order to get better. She never understood how someone in such a position got to tell others what to do and know that it will fix them if they have never gone through the experience themsevles. No, perhaps she would take this matter in her own hand... Maybe this would be a good idea.
Lost in her own thoughts she had almost missed what he had said, but she managed to snap herself out. Her gaze returned onto him as if every word he spoke was coming from some sort of divine being. Biting her lip she wondered if she really wanted to do this after all, he wanted her to decide... Hopefully he didn't want an answer right now because she didn't know. Questions of where, when, how, and what if were making her head spin as she tried to figure out the answers to these, but was drawing blanks. Sighing, she gave a light shrug. "I want to figure it out in the morning, okay?"
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