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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Nov 8, 2012 12:39:36 GMT -8
"Sighs make you older." she teased with a monotone expression. She glanced back at him.
She actually was making a habit NOT to think about having a baby. It was rather sudden and she didn't quite have the inner strength to not freak out about it. Well, she'd guessed she'd get this way some day. Birth control wasn't available anymore to her knowledge, and despite numerous efforts to destroy her uterus- that damn thing stayed nicely in tact. She guessed she just never considered herself the getting pregnant type. Life had a funny way of flipping you upside down. And that thought, annoyed her. So she kept NOT thinking about it. Instead her mind had wondered on another subject.
"Why?" she asked suddenly. "Why me?" She seemed bored with the question, and it exited her mouth in an odd fashion. She couldnt really form it right.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Nov 16, 2012 19:20:12 GMT -8
"I feel older."
For like the first time every he was feeling older, and stressed. He didn't like it. He didn't like stressing at all, he preferred it when he just laughed and brushed everything off because he was the shit and would make it through anything. And for a lot of things he still did that, but this bombshell she dropped on him was making it hard to do that. He just, couldn't wrap his head around it.
"Why you what?"
He wasn't really quite sure what she was asking exactly.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Nov 22, 2012 2:29:10 GMT -8
"Why Marry Me? I dont get it- I hardly seem like your type....and you jumped that on me right quick. Too quick, if I may add, to have had it been as spontaneous as you made it seem."
Her eyes narrowed. If he didn't get his mind back to present day, she was going to throw a fork at him.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Nov 22, 2012 12:54:30 GMT -8
"Why not marry you?"
He asked, his eyes flicking back to her. His lips pressing together, it was hard to tell if he was a little offended by her doubt. Though he normally wasn't one to offend easily.
"The world is in ruins, we could die any day from some kind of raid or attack or a freak with a super power. I like you, a lot. I love you, and I want to be with you until one of us stops breathing. Whether that is tomorrow or 50 years from now."
His fingers started to tap on the table as he clicked his tongue.
"I don't care if we get married and have a ceremony. If you really don't want to do that, then whatever. It's not even a piece of paper now. I thought it would be a nice gesture though, to pledge myself to you, and you to me. As partners. But if you are having doubts..."
He let that hang in the air. He was upfront with what she wanted. Now it was on her.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Nov 25, 2012 17:10:54 GMT -8
Bastilles eyes watched him for a moment, calculating. She shook her head.
"I guess I just expected to die horribly thats all."
She said finally, letting her head droop onto the table in a bored manner. She wasn't sure she knew what love was any more. Whether her twisted mind could comprehend things like that or the notion of affection. But her body would heat up anytime he was around. Her mind would grow luke warm and her hands calm. Whatever that was a reaction to...she couldn't say. But she knew she didn't mind the feeling, it was clearing. Thus, she supposed, in her own way it worked. So there was no doubt in her eyes about weddings or marriage...just of reasons. Reasons, she guessed to conclude at the fact that they simple would be unknown to her.
"Kinda ruins the fun" She said, a smirk growing on her face. Masochist she was indeed.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Nov 25, 2012 17:20:51 GMT -8
"Don't fret, you still might die horribly."
He said with a dry tone and a wry smile. They were as safe as could be in Dragon territory, but that really could change quickly. It would all depend on if Barker continued to push or be pushed back.
"And we can always have other kinds of fun. I was thinking it would be fun for you to teach me how to fence."
He smirked.
"Might be your one chance to actually beat me in some kind of fight." He said before sticking his tongue out at her.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Nov 26, 2012 11:31:15 GMT -8
Bastille raised a brow.
"And that's be a truly horrible death- death by laughter." Her smug smirk only widened.
Beat.
"But I suppose I could teach you a thing or two...I'd need to refresher myself, I've manipulated it to my own style so much, I sort of forget the basics." she mused aloud.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Nov 26, 2012 16:23:58 GMT -8
"I think it will be fun."
He laughed and shook his head.
"It's going to be weird though, I'm used to being the best at what I do. Going back to being a pupil. Ever thought you would see the day?"
Because he didn't, especially not under her. He still thought of her as his, something he was trying to change as their relationship changed. Perhaps her having a position of power over him would help that, even if he was the one arranging it. He couldn't give up all control after all.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Nov 26, 2012 20:24:09 GMT -8
Bastille smiled at him with her normal raised brow.
"Yes, but I always counted it as not in the foreseeable future mister 'god', but I suppose it wont be the other 'basics' training you'll be having in the next year either. I doubt you've had a kid before, judging from your expression"
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Nov 27, 2012 10:41:24 GMT -8
His face fell slightly for a moment, she had him there. It was his first kid and he still didn't know what he was going to do about it. It was a scary scary thing.
"No, you're right. It's not the only basics I will be learning. I'm not used to dealing with kids in general."
Oh god how was he going to find diapers? Probably some epic quest through Barker territory with his luck.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Nov 27, 2012 12:28:17 GMT -8
Bastille smirked, -in fact her smile continued its very strained journey into a smiles, which Bastille was trying to force not to be. Actually, she was trying not to laugh.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Dec 1, 2012 10:07:57 GMT -8
Mathew's eyebrow rose slightly as she fought back laughter. How very unlike her. This was interesting, he wasn't sure if it was because of her condition or just the time they had spent away from each other. But it seemed they had to get to know each other again, at least somewhat. He liked that, and because of that thought his own lips curled in to a legitimate smile. He enjoyed not being bored.
"Booger."
Ok that was kind of dumb, but he wanted to see if saying something random would force the laugh out, or if it would just make her sober up. Exploration!
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Dec 3, 2012 0:46:18 GMT -8
"Need a tissue?" She said, raising a brow.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Dec 3, 2012 11:25:03 GMT -8
He sighed over dramatically and laid his head down over his arms. Only for a moment before lifting his head back up and leaning back in his seat to look at her once again.
"No I was trying to make you laugh."
Did she not get that? He thought it would be unexpected and funny. At least enough to shock a giggle out of her. He forgot, Bastille didn't giggle.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Dec 4, 2012 1:23:20 GMT -8
No sir, she did not. She did however- chuckle darkly. But not even one of those exited from her lips as she stared at him.
"I suppose it's a good thing you can't make me laugh. It's usually not a good thing"
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