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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 23, 2013 12:16:34 GMT -8
"OF COURSE NOT! It is hardly a funny prank- and I rather that knowledge me washed from the earth! It's bad enough walking into a club and everyone commenting 'nice contacts'- ugh!"
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 23, 2013 12:19:33 GMT -8
"Wait."
He held up two fingers.
"There are still clubs with blacklights and shit?"
That surprised him. And he wasn't often surprised. Maybe he stayed home with the girls too much. And why the fuck was she going out clubbing? The thought of her cheating on him flickered through his mind, but it was quashed. If she decided she needed to fuck someone that was annoying, but if she was blabbing his shit he was gonna have to kill her...
"And people don't see your Red eyes and think contacts?"
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 23, 2013 12:25:59 GMT -8
Bastille crossed her arms.
"Before the bombs dumb ass- the only 'clubs' or thing like it after were the underground sponsor balls I attended as Kahleesi in Spain to get what was left of the money and patrons...they didn't have black lights so I didn't worry about it.- AND NO! As a matter of fact, I've never been asked once about my eyes in public."
She grumbled irritably.
"I hate how people used to call me 'vampire'- what the hell is everyones obsession with those things anyway? They ARE NOT attractive....and totally violate nature"
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 23, 2013 12:45:24 GMT -8
"Maybe being called Vampire is more due to the fact that you are still pale despite living in California for how long now?"
Not that he minded how she looked in even the slightest bit. She was perfect, every crack, every scar, every blemish and oddity. He wouldn't change a thing about her. Least of all her strong will.
"Why do you care anyways?"
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 23, 2013 12:47:24 GMT -8
"I'm a girl aren't I? It comes with the territory." She said rather stubbornly.
Truth be told, it was the one and only thing in the world Bastille was self conscious about. She'd grown to love her red eyes....so when she had blue ones, it felt odd.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 23, 2013 12:56:19 GMT -8
"No shit you're a girl."
He groped her again with a smug raise of his right eyebrow. She was being Captain Obvious today. It still wasn't really clicking for him though that she had insecurities about her body or anything like that. He never learned to associate those things with her.
She was Bastille, and she was above those things. She was sexy, willful, and loyal. He couldn't even see why she would be insecure about anything.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 23, 2013 13:32:40 GMT -8
Bastille would just shrug and crawl off of him back towards the last few bites of her sandwich. Waste not- want not.
"So Mister Amtrum...what are you insecure about?"
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 23, 2013 13:37:02 GMT -8
"What makes you think I am insecure about anything? Maybe I'm perfect."
He teased. Rolling over to watch her intently. Wondering what prompted that question after all of these years. Was it a deflection from her own insecurities and an attempt to bond? Or did she believe that he had things he was insecure about?
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 23, 2013 13:45:07 GMT -8
He may never know.
"You're not, and you know exactly what you dislike most about yourself....I'd like to know, if you'd permit me too"
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 23, 2013 13:56:49 GMT -8
He stared at her. His tongue pressing against the back of his teeth. He couldn't believe she actually needed him to say it. After everything they had been through together. Everything that he had shared with her over their lives in high school and beyond. The honeymoon.
"The girls... and where I come from."
He rolled away from her and picked himself up. He felt dirty now. Just thinking about his origins and what it could mean for the girls. What it would mean if he miscalculated anything. He needed to be perfect, for them. If he wasn't flawless they would lose everything, and that was unacceptable.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 23, 2013 14:07:39 GMT -8
"So I was right" Bastille said decidedly. "even though I feel like I know you very well, sometimes I still need clarification...just a hint that I'm on the right track. After all, there are three of my up here" She said pointing to her noggin.
"well technically one is silent."
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 23, 2013 14:22:01 GMT -8
"You know me better than anyone. Which is saying something because I keep a lot of things close to the vest. Even from you. Maybe especially from you."
She was another reason he needed to be perfect. Someday he dreamed of a world without the monsters. He couldn't live in that world. Bastille though... it was possible for her to live in that world still. Same with the girls.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 23, 2013 14:48:28 GMT -8
Bastilles beliefs were different. A world could not exist without demons or monsters...that was the way of it, and Mathew (despite how attractive this ideal made him) was foolish to think it. Regardless, she sat silently and shrugged.
"You need be nothing but yourself- I want nothing else and to have it would surely be cheating on the man I vowed to spend the rest of my life with."
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 23, 2013 14:56:49 GMT -8
He couldn't help himself and smiled. It was a sweet sentiment. Even if it was wrong. He appreciated that she wanted him to be him. And he was always him. But he also needed to be perfect, to walk the razors edge. He owed it to her, to his daughters, and to the world.
"I don't know how to be anyone but me."
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 23, 2013 15:48:20 GMT -8
"Obviously" She smirked smugly. "Now be yourself and message my back mongrel" She teased softly.
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