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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Mar 18, 2013 12:58:38 GMT -8
[ooc; this thread takes place literally after "the island" thread]
Bastille would saunter on home. It was probably around 11pm now...late, real late. She would walk in, setting down her fencing bag and walking up the stairs to check on the girls. After a couple moments alone with them she walked down stairs to find Mathew.
She didn't need to talk. Nor probably want to. But she needed to see him- for reasons she couldn't explain. Well she probably could, but she wouldn't. That would mean admitting normalcy.
Like a cat, she silently sauntered around the downstairs floor.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Mar 18, 2013 13:08:54 GMT -8
Mathew was downstairs and for once he didn't seem to be dealing with reports and maps. Instead he was in his den grunting as he did pushups. He wasn't counting them, just trying to do them until his arms gave out. And from the sweat dripping from his brow he had been at it sometime. He was straining as it was.
He felt Bastille's approach before he heard it. Stone floors for defense. He had insisted after the attempt on his life. He didn't want to be without weapons. Even at home. He let himself drop and lay still a moment before picking himself up with a groan as she entered. His arms felt like water but he still forced them to life and try to wipe the sweat from his brow.
"Welcome home babe." He said with a nod. "What's up?" He wasn't used to her coming to see him so early, normally she was in momma mode. Or doing her own shit.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Mar 18, 2013 14:45:25 GMT -8
She had a rather sour look on her face. But it was at no way, for once, directed at him. Slowly, and she was barefoot, she walked up to him and just sat down next to him quietly. Her head rested on his shoulder quietly as she just stared off in the direction she had come.
"I went to see David..... " her eyes closed and suddenly her hand gripped his tightly. "My punishment is complete."
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Mar 18, 2013 14:50:53 GMT -8
He was actually kind of surprised that she went to David and apologized. He figured she didn't think she wronged him. Apparently life and Bastille were just full of surprises. He took a seat next to her, letting her rest her head on his shoulder as he slung an arm around her.
"Need to talk about it? Or are you ok?"
Neither of them were really the talk about their feelings type of people. But he thought he would at least offer, given the circumstance. It was a bit of a touchy subject, so talking about David to him was either a sign of submission, or guilt. Possibly both.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Mar 18, 2013 14:56:49 GMT -8
She just, shook her head and clasped his hand tighter to hers. Her eyes closed tightly as if she had a massive head ache.
"No just.....sit here for a while."
She paused quietly, her body leaning into his.
"Yes....just...a little while" She murmured and turned her head down so that her hair hid her face. Her body was doing odd things, but being this close to him made all of it calm down and go away. All those weird temperature spikes and muscles twitching, it was foreign to her. Next to him, her body temperature rose and soothed it all away, or at least masked it over.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Mar 18, 2013 15:04:36 GMT -8
"I can do that."
He said slowly, pulling her a little closer to him with his arm before bending down to press his lips on to the top of her head. He felt content right now, the desire to push forward, goals, ambitions, schemes. He didn't feel the ever burning need to twist the world as much when he was with her. He still felt those things, but it wasn't an overpowering compulsion.
Maybe it was because she completed some part of him, or perhaps it was because he had to put so much effort in to keeping her under some form of control. At least so much that they didn't murder each other, but their personalities did clash in a way to make some of the smallest things in to a power struggle between two iron wills. He just knew that ever since she was his slave and he had to literally beat her in to submission he was always the happiest when he was with her. Looking in to those Red eyes and hearing her dry, if bored wit.
He didn't know if he really loved Bastille Cunningham the way normal people loved. But he knew in his heart this was the closest he could feel to normal.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Mar 18, 2013 15:20:50 GMT -8
Bastille wasn't normal, and feelings weren't. They hadn't been since she was 13. It was likely if Mathew ever died or left, she would re-destroy this new system, one she'd form to cope before. Perhaps she'd even get back the originals, what it mean to feel things and not jut understand them as changed in ones body. Like the way she felt around the girls, how part of her was yelling how dumb to let those kids live in a world they'd probably die in before they ever reached the age of 5. But, being around them, seeing them- it calmed her. She didn't think, she didn't feel, nothing changed- it was what she imagined death to be like. Just existing. And with Mathew, she felt that he kept her wild story reigned in. It had direction and purpose. With David, it'd been the intensity of fire and gasoline. It was powerful, but it was self destructive. Bastille would likely never be able to let the 'princess' side of her personality out, the side that wanted David over Mathew. That part of her was only a small scrap of her 13 year old existence. Bastille had tried, in her own way, but it had failed. She was too much the knight and the witch. Too robotic and reprogramed to return to what might be called human. It wasn't normal, but for her- it was all she had. And with Mathew? It was alright.
She sat quietly for a long time, just holding on as if for dear life as the odd happenings inside her ravaged her sanity. Her grip loosened as the warmth masked them all over. It was almost like crying, almost.
There was a couple moments of silence there after before she chuckled finally.
"I told him to bring a date"
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Mar 18, 2013 15:37:55 GMT -8
He could work with silence. And he would not complain as she pressed against him, his hand absently tracing small circles on her arms. His touch light but his hands calloused and rough. He let his eyes glaze over as he went over everything that had happened recently. Their fights, her punishment. The headband, and the question he needed to ask. Who would die first, his enemy or him. It was funny, and he couldn't help but smirk.
He was on a collision course with Sean Barker, and he would probably kill him. Because it was part of the plan. But he didn't think Barker was actually the enemy. Not his enemy at least. He would hopefully find out more at the wedding.
Bastille spoke and pulled him from his thoughts. He nodded slowly. A date would be good. It would help keep him distracted and busy. Less likely to fuck things up then.
"I imagine it will be Olesya."
He said before exhaling with a frown. She talked to Blaze and things were now unbalanced. And they where in her favor, even if she didn't know it.
"I'm sorry. I wronged you, and I apologize."
Because he took away her chance to have more kids too.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Mar 18, 2013 15:47:04 GMT -8
Bastille lifted her headed and looked at him with question in her face.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Mar 18, 2013 15:50:57 GMT -8
He didn't plan to explain it. He didn't feel he needed to explain to anyone, even her. In the end it was his body. But he did need to balance the scale.So he would give her a choice, that would be his penance.
"Should I die as you know your bonds and oaths to me are void. So I will give you a choice. When I face Barker, would you like me to die as I kill him or would you prefer I live?"
It would depend on how she wanted her freedom he supposed. But he imagined at least part of her wanted him dead still.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Mar 18, 2013 15:55:31 GMT -8
Bastille stared at him for a long moment. Her crimson hues searched his quizzically, then she just stared at him resolutely.
"What do you want?" She countered quietly.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Mar 18, 2013 15:57:55 GMT -8
"Irrelevant what I want, to make amends I am giving you the chance to end the story early."
Even knowing that when he died they would all cease to be real anymore. Bastille, the kids, Leon, and even Blaze. When he died the story was over and the characters wouldn't have a world to exist in. The world would end with him.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Mar 18, 2013 16:01:45 GMT -8
Bastille stared at him for a moment then turned away, lost in thought.
"Live." No, the story would continue , some story- perhaps not 'the' story. "end the story the way it was meant to end. I always found alternate endings to be an author evasion from potential." She was quiet for a long moment then and looked at him.
"Whatever the case, end it well and end it right...."
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Mar 18, 2013 16:06:49 GMT -8
He smirked and leaned in to kiss the top of her head again. A soft lingering kiss as he ran the scenario through his head again, thinking of what he could change without messing up other parts of the plan. He decided the most effective solution was a simple one.
"Very well, I will adjust the plan to increase my odds of survival an additional ten percent."
Which in his mind brought it to about eighty five percent success rate, for him at least. He suspected some of the chess pieces would be sacrificed. Leon, one of his rooks was a high potential to be sacrificed. But that was in accordance to acceptable loss and his own wishes.
Mathew fell back to silence.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Mar 18, 2013 16:13:50 GMT -8
Bastille couldn't explain why his comment had made her uneasy. But it had, in many ways. The t-shirt and gym shorts she was wearing suddenly didn't feel like enough- and she moved closer for warmth. Then, after a second- as she thought about it, she moved to kiss him. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she hovered a moment, looking him straight in the eye, before kissing him.
She would go to Leon. She had a question to ask him....but she would wait until after the Wedding.
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