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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Feb 26, 2013 1:38:05 GMT -8
"Because I could stand it if he died. Everyone dies...." And this would be the first reference to Leon. Her Leon, the first and the one who had been murdered. The one she hadn't brought up till now. Bastille was using every ounce of her strength to keep herself from sinking right into her natural witty and snide toying with truth. "Gil- ...died too. Everyone dies." Her eyes was shadowed, but her lips were fighting between a frown and a masochistic smirk. She couldn't cry, but this was close as it got- psychotic logic.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Feb 26, 2013 2:16:58 GMT -8
Mathew didn't say anything at first. He took a moment to contemplate what she was saying, and what she meant by it. Once he was fairly sure he knew what she was getting at he would push himself off of the wall and move over to her, sweeping her up in to his arms.
"Sweety, everybody knows that everybody dies. But not every day. Not today. Some days are special. And while I too will die someday. It won't be today. It won't be tomorrow. And it won't be for a long time. I promise."
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Feb 26, 2013 2:18:36 GMT -8
Her smile faded to a frown. "I know that..." She said quietly..." That's why..." She just sat in his arms quietly, not protesting- although her voice came across slightly strained as the suddenly movement hadn't exactly been painless.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Feb 26, 2013 2:31:21 GMT -8
He continued to hold her, squeezing her tighter.
"Why what?"
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Feb 26, 2013 2:34:41 GMT -8
"I deserve whatever punishment you see fit- I'm not your equal, and I betrayed you for selfish reasons with a man I'd really rather break with mongol torture methods." She muttered rather quickly- as if almost saying "duh"
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Feb 26, 2013 2:44:52 GMT -8
He would slowly let go of her with a thoughtful expression on his face before he nodded slowly. His hands sliding behind his back before he turned away, pacing back and forth as he mulled over several ideas for punishment for her. Nothing physical, she was still hurt. He wouldn't brand her. He didn't want to ruin her perfect body. But in his mind, she needed something so she could get over it. And he would deliver. After several minutes of thought he would stop and nod to himself once more.
"Alright, I've decided on your punishment. First off, you are to be honest with me. You said you betrayed my trust, and honesty is the best way to earn it back. Secondly I want you to apologize to the people that you feel you have wronged. Within reasonable travel distance in your condition. Make it personal and in person."
He figured her pride would make that a punishment that would sting, and thus stick.
"Understood?"
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Feb 26, 2013 2:52:27 GMT -8
Bastille smiled, and stood there nodding to him. This didn't mean she would stop trying to be his equal- quite the contrary this would help her to continue towards it. Perhaps not in body, but in souls.
"Perfectly...."
Then her legs began to shake awkwardly and she suddenly turned back to the bed with a grumpy look on her face as her free hand went to grip her stomach. She got there and leaned against it quietly. "Perfectly..." She looked up at him. "I apologize, Mathew...." serious at first, but then her expression changed "but you're not in reasonable traveling distance over there" She snidely smirked. She was being honest though.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Feb 26, 2013 2:54:24 GMT -8
He barked out a laugh, covering his mouth quickly hoping he didn't wake up the babies before making his way to the bed and sitting his ass down.
"I forgive you. This time."
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Feb 26, 2013 3:01:43 GMT -8
"I am sorry, It obviously wont happen again" she did manage to keep eye contact as she said it.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Feb 26, 2013 3:03:18 GMT -8
"Hopefully with anyone, not just Blaze."
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Feb 26, 2013 3:12:54 GMT -8
Bastille raised a brow. Ignore the girl in the house, she was just going to ignore her injuries and kids too. (something she hadn't done since they're birth)- She stood up with what strength she had and pushed him lightly back against the covers. Straddling him, she leaned down and kissed her fiance gingerly on the lips. Parting, she poked his collar bone.
"and spend the entire time thinking about how nothing will ever live up to this?- Over my bleedin dead body..." She smiled down at him- this makes three real smiles he's gotten from her.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Feb 26, 2013 11:04:37 GMT -8
He let her push him down on to the covers and returned the kiss, unable to stop from grinning in to the kiss. It felt like a win, and he liked winning. Flashing a quick wink to her as she poked his collar bone and complimented him.
"Well I am pretty amazing." He admitted. "Have you given any thought to the wedding yet? I have had a few ideas for it, so I was wondering if you have as well."
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Post by Kyrie Blaze on Feb 26, 2013 11:08:12 GMT -8
Annnnd Kyrie had totally made a very discreet exit some time ago!
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Feb 26, 2013 11:49:09 GMT -8
Bastille sighed. Oh right...THAT. Honestly she'd spent the last couple months actively denying that she was going to be a mom, or then once the girls were born, understanding what it meant to be a mom. Aside from getting the dress as a gift and thinking how she ironically really wanted to try it on.....no no thought at all.
"No."
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Feb 26, 2013 11:56:58 GMT -8
He was actually somewhat surprised about that! He thought she would go in to girl mode about it.
"Well, I figured Dionysus could be the priest. I believe he is an ordained Christian Priest. Pre bombs. Something like that, and I know your religion is more important to you than mine. I can surely arrange the Norse to host and throw a party. Which would have food and alcohol flowing. Plus the fertility goddesses putting on a show."
He shifted under her and placed his hand on her hip, slowly sliding it behind her to give her a quick squeeze.
"I still want Leon to be my best man, his clones can be my Groomsmen. And I want it to be big. Like invite pretty much everyone. I'm even going to invite Barker...."
He said giving Bastille a quick glance to gauge her reaction to that idea.
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