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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Mar 8, 2013 17:38:32 GMT -8
Wat? He blinked.
"Bastille."
He said dropping his arms and scooting in the the bed next to her.
"You are the most graceful woman I know. I have never seen you trip, and I make earthquakes. You will be lovely and perfect and every woman there will be jealous of you."
He tried to reassure her, but positive reinforcement wasn't his strong suit.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Mar 8, 2013 18:07:47 GMT -8
"Thats what I'm afraid of." She said in her bored tone. "everyone....looking....at ....me..." She turned to him. "You suck at this"
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Mar 8, 2013 18:31:02 GMT -8
He punched her in the shoulder.
"At least I'm trying. Ass."
He rolled his eyes.
"So what, you want a small wedding and a big reception instead?"
Cause he wanted something big.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Mar 8, 2013 18:37:53 GMT -8
"No big is good...just...." She adjusted. "Go big or go home"
She shrugged. "I'm just used to living in the shadows. Guess stepping out into the light- I'm a bit ...edgy"
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Mar 8, 2013 18:40:14 GMT -8
"Hey."
He punched her shoulder again.
"You are Bastille Cunningham. Soon to be an Amtrum. You are my voice. You are a God. Leon is terrified of you. Don't fret about it. Own it."
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Mar 8, 2013 19:56:20 GMT -8
.... Bastille just stared for a moment. Bouncing Eve up and down, she started carefully....."Leon is afraid of me?"
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Mar 8, 2013 19:58:36 GMT -8
"Terrified."
A lot of people were. He often wondered if people were more afraid of her than they were of him. People knew him and what he would do. But Bastille, she just had an energy about her. She was scary.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Mar 8, 2013 23:30:30 GMT -8
Bastille gave a stare that made it obvious that a, this was the first she'd heard of this and b, that she wanted elaboration. Sure Bastille was violent and rather cruel in battle....but she wasnt much to instil fear in people. Maybe it was her way of dealing with things or her not so guilty pleasure of learn, studying, and utilizing the brains ability to sense pain and fear incollaboration with torture devices. Yes that was always fun. Plus just plain tearing someone apart mentally or physically just excited her...but lots of people were like that.....were'nt they??
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Mar 8, 2013 23:32:06 GMT -8
Mathew just shrugged and didn't hear her silent question or chose to ignore it and instead opted to slide his hand over her hips.
"So big wedding then?"
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Mar 8, 2013 23:43:57 GMT -8
How he found her hips in her giant mess of blankets she didnt know, but she hissed slighty and sent him a sour look. Evelyn started to giggle and aryanna remained completely preoccupied on a wrinkle in the fabric.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Mar 8, 2013 23:52:25 GMT -8
Mathew has hip finding skills. There were a few women that she could ask about that, but their names have been withheld for their own protection!
"That's what I thought. Come on, you have a guest. And your Brother might need help to keep from drowning. Because I doubt we are going to walk in on them having sex... Boy isn't that smooth yet."
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Mar 9, 2013 1:49:41 GMT -8
"Boy never will be, he buried his nose in books rather than anything real. Before I ran away he wouldn't even speak."
Bastille grumbled. The pain searing in her hips from the reopening of the wound. She was afraid to open the blankets at the thought that there might possibly be blood.
"Come to think of it, no one in our family was good at the whole 'normal relationship' thing. I mean look at us, and my sister Vera met her husband because of me and only married him because he sort of stalked her....and my eldest brother had whores galore- couldn't stick to more than one girl and he was into all that bondage stuff. I can see the appeal- but he was just dick-y about it."
She ranted to cover up the pain crossing her face. She might enjoy pain, but that didn't mean joy was what registered in her face.
Just then a knock at the door and Marie popped in her head. Buck was obviously a ways behind her down the hall- since his wobbly walking could be heard. Marie smiled.
"I'm sorry, I just couldn't wait. May I see them?"
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Mar 10, 2013 16:29:13 GMT -8
Mathew still didn't know she had ripped open one of her stitches and thus gave her hip a small pat over the covers as he shifted closer to look over her shoulders at the girls that she was cuddling. A boyish grin covering his face, he still couldn't believe that he was a father. That they made those beautiful and perfect little girls.
"Normal is overrated. If we were normal then we would not be here now."
Not together, and probably not alive. The freaks had inherited the Earth. He twisted at the sound of the knock as Marie popped her head in. His hand on Bastille's hip clenching slightly for a moment before he forced a smile on to his face.
"Of course, come on in."
He waved her in to the room, despite the feeling of dread that seemed to bleed from the walls with her entrance.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Mar 10, 2013 21:10:32 GMT -8
Bastille noticeably went rigid on his grip and after a couple seconds handed the baby silently off to Mathew before bolting quickly to the bathroom. She immediately closed the door behind her, being careful to be gentle and not frighten the twin girls who both seemed ready for their next cry fit anyway. Aryanna looked at Maria was a bright grin and even tried to roll herself over- to no avail. Being a baby sucked sometimes- but they didn't know the better side of maneuverability. Evelyn meanwhile seemed to be getting uncomfortable in her diaper. Bastille would be in the bathroom hovering over the toilet as the pain had brought on intense nausea. She wasn't actually throwing up but got she felt like it. The blood was seeping through her clothes and it was obvious. The sheets had a little on them too. Maria came in quietly followed by Buck who looked like a nervous wreck.
"Ms. Maria...we should give them a minute." Buck replied in a jittery voice.
"Oh Buckingham, yes-yes of course, I'm so sorry. I just couldn't help myself."
Mathew would get used to her eventually,....For Bastille it had been once she realized she trusted her more than she trusted herself. Maria was a knight of a very ancient order and their rules were more stern than even Bastilles or even the late Samurai. Bastille had never seen her fight or use any violence actually...But she had seen her get angry once. Once when Sean Barker destroyed the world with weapons. Maria hadn't wept or even shown anger. So Bastille really had to guess about it, but if that was anything, Bastille would have bet it was her showing anger. For the room has become deathly silent as she broke the tea cup she'd been sipping out of simply by looking at it- at least it looked that way. It was also the only time Bastille had seen her frown.
Maria was turning back to the door when she saw Aryanna on the bed and went still. Her bright eyes looking at the baby. Like most girls typical reaction (and against all the creep energy she seemed to put out) she put her hands over her mouth and giggled.
"Oh my, what beautiful babies. I never expected Bastille to have children, but bless the heavens and by the gods they are marvelous to look at. Aren't they Buckingham, and you're an uncle. Oh!" She just giggled to herself. Buck seemed to just slouch in on himself.
"Oh I'm sorry, I should probably leave you two alone. I let my excitement get the better of me"....
Not that they had been talking about anything interesting- AND NOT like she had been listening in or anything.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Mar 11, 2013 9:42:27 GMT -8
He took the baby carefully as Bastille bolted for the bathroom, the blood on the sheets finally visible. Mathew's brows furrowed as he pressed his lips together in to a thin white line. Maria's dark energy was forgotten as the terror that had been gnawing inside him started to be replaced by a white hot rage. Pulsating from his chest he could feel his blood starting to boil. That insufferable woman couldn't stay out of trouble long enough to tend to her own bloody wounds. He wanted to back hand her as hard as he could and send her through a wall for being a bloody idiot.
But he wouldn't. Today. Because that would just rip open more stitches. But her wounds would heal, and then they would not protect her from his own wrath.
"She doesn't strike you as the type to have a strong motherly instinct?"
He asked, picking Evelyn up and bringing her to the changing table. That uncomfortable look told him it was time for a diaper change. A task he was becoming increasingly proficient at, much to his own surprise.
"So how do you know Bastille anyways? She forgot to mention that to me."
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