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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Dec 24, 2013 23:37:55 GMT -8
(Christmas present in the form of ANOTHER thread---worst than coal i tell you. Don't worry, Mathews been bad anyway buwahahahha! I of course, have been an angel.)
The sheets would rustle gently as Bastille would touch her feet to the floor as soft as the night wind. Her brows raised a bit as she waited to see if he stirred too. The moment she was free, she took it. Tip toeing, she slid out the door and down the stair-case.
She hadn't been out much, trying to kill people kind of ruins your social relations. But getting her emotions had done something else....like a sudden three size growth spurt in the heart department- especially towards Christmas. Now she would have done this for Hanukkah but, she'd missed that so...
Christmas would have to go. It was a commercial holiday anyway. Well was...or is..the world really had to make up it's mind it was starting over or not.
Bastille had salvaged them from the library. Really, she didn't know what to get the guy who .....had everything. But she sincerely hoped it made him smile, if even for a minute. He didn't seem to do it that much these days- at least not really...not the Mathew smile, no...his happy smile.
It wasn't anything special really, nothing horribly ironic- although some part of her still wished she could. No instead, she quietly wrapped it and then without a sound snuck back up to bed ......leaving it on is desk.
Slipping back into bed she set her head down and smirked to herself. He'd find it eventually...
Turning over she'd look at his, as far as she knew...., sleeping form. Leaning over quietly she just stared at him.
"You know, I haven't had feelings about Christmas since I was 10....now I have to apologize for the odd sort of cheesiness, and I know you're jewish so this really doesn't matter a wink anyway..oh bollocks- "
She huffed in her whispers and looked at his back with a smile. Leaning over, just above his ear
"Happy Christmas" She said and kissed him on the cheek, before lying back down at shrugging to herself before falling asleep.
In the morning it would be as if Santa had arrived....and Bastille couldn't help but feel excited.
Okay so the gift was a bit ironic....
She yawned and closed her eye.
"And to all a good night"
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Dec 25, 2013 0:19:00 GMT -8
Christmas time had never been a big deal for him. He wasn't Christian, and he never cared much about what the other kids got for Christmas. Probably because growing up he often got what he wanted in one way or another. And after getting kicked out of the house he just became more prone to taking what he wanted. There was never any need to be good and hope for something from under the tree, religious beliefs aside.
He did not notice when Bastille slipped from the bed. Rather his brows were furrowed as he slept fitfully. Nightmares plaguing his nights ever since the discovery of how he had never stopped meddling in his life. Even his freedom was an illusion. The meeting with Alexander, getting kicked to the street. The Reign of Blood. The Dragons. The Green War. How much of that was Mathew and how much of it was really him pulling the strings from the shadows?
Mathew now knew that he had paid Barker to kidnap and experiment on him. Funding his twisted research on all of the 259ers. That he had provided the enforcers for the facility. That he had been trying to pull a specific Qi from Mathew, trying to mold him into something. And that he might not have died with the bombings. That he probably hadn't.
He was a kid again, no older than nine living in his house back in New York. It was his birthday and he wanted friends to come over. His Father had been drinking. He was always drinking, and his Mother was just trying to keep busy. Her lip still busted from that morning.
His Dad bitched at him, but he held his ground. His Dad started screaming and yelling incoherently before Mathew yelled at him for bring a drunk and ruining his Birthday. The beer bottle smashing against his head sent his eyes snapping open with his back to Bastille as she climbed into bed. He let out a small exhale to try and still his pounding heart. Thinking about that man made him feel like he was nine again. And to think that all of his choices were directed by that man...
No.
He refused to believe it. He was his own person. He was not a tool. He was the user. He closed his eyes as Bastille leaned in to whisper in his ear some drivel about Christmas. He grunted as she wished him a Happy Christmas to acknowledge that he heard her, but he did not return the sentiment or show of affection. Instead he just shifted and curled up in bed a little tighter and stared at the wall until Bastille woke up for the day. Opting to just stay in bed for once instead of getting up to do work.
He just wanted to stay in bed all day. He didn't want to get up and do anything. He didn't want to function. He knew that wasn't an option, but he wanted to pretend it was at least for another hour or two.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Dec 25, 2013 0:30:24 GMT -8
Bastille wouldn't get up in the morning, instead- worried for him.
In the morning she would sit up and look at him quietly, and for a moment- she couldn't explain it. The urge to pull him into her arms and shield him from whatever it was harming him. Her expression stayed blank, not sure how to process the emotion...
But would an embrace really make him feel better....perhaps not. Her eyes down cast to the floor for a moment. But she didn't give up- never would she. Drawing out of the room for a moment the room would be quiet.
She had contemplated hitting him with a pillow- but that didn't seem appropriate either.
After a moment two small hands would be trying to clammer over daddys shoulder. Another set of hands would be patting the pile of sheets by his feet.
Bastille would be peaking over the side of the bed, just watching to see what his reaction was to his little girls....
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Dec 25, 2013 0:52:17 GMT -8
It was hard to muster up the will to move. Even with Bastille stirring beside him it was of little comfort. There was so much to do today and every day that followed it. So much rested on his shoulders and he could not stumble, he could not falter. He was larger than life and needed to be seen as such. People drew strength from that. To know that people like him existed and were on their side. That everything was okay if Mathew was there, the man with the plan. The man with the weight of the world on his shoulders.
He needed to find his Father. He needed to kill him. He needed to deal with Strike. He needed to ensure the Titan's didn't destroy the home he had forged in their thirst for revenge. He needed to unite everyone together. He needed to help Barker. He needed to be a symbol for his people. He needed to maintain the peace. He needed to be a Husband. He needed to be a Father. A Master. A warrior.
He was being pulled in a million different directions and for the first time he didn't know how to start moving again. He was knocked down to the ground and fumbling on picking himself up again.
The feeling of small hands on him pulled his attention to the now instead of the later. He had spaced out Bastille leaving the bed and fetching the kids. But with them rustling around on the bed he remembered how to move, and even managed a smile. Though it was a tired and weary one.
"Hey kiddos."
He said softly to his little girls as they moved about on the bed. Leaning forward to grab the closest girl awkwardly with his one arm. Rocking her back and forth carefully.
He was going to be better for them. He was not going to be his Father. He was better than him. At least he would be a better Father. He was going to give everything to his girls. For his girls.
"Just remember that Daddy loves you. No matter what."
No matter what...
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Dec 25, 2013 23:13:42 GMT -8
Bastille smiled and sat down on the edge of the bed, scooping up the other child.
"Mathew..dearest...I don't know what's eating you, and you don't have to tell me." she said staring at him and holding their daughter. Just one of THEIR daughters.
"But, .... while much rests on your shoulders....know that my only occupation is to have you rest on mine." She said with a slightly smirk.
"I can't carry it for you....but I can sure as hell carry you" She said and winked. She wasn't good at coming up with her own cheesey lines, or saying what it was she felt and held too.......but she was really good at stealing other lines and using them.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Dec 30, 2013 13:19:16 GMT -8
He didn't respond to her at first, just looking down at the girl in his arm. So small and so perfect. A little piece of both him and Bastille. It still amazed him what he felt for it. For both girls, he never thought he would feel anything like it, even if he wasn't sure it's what others felt. Just a warm fuzziness and the knowledge that he needed to protect them. Every act he had ever done in his life paled in comparison to helping to create this perfect little girls.
He wanted so much to just stop and be with them. To stop the clock, and he had tried. Lord knows that he tried for months. But time marches on and the world calls to him. His future has been seen, and he is not blessed with the gift of time or a future with his girls. So many issues to resolve, not enough time for them all.
His weary gaze eventually fell on Bastille as he cracked a smile. Not a Mathew smile, his eyes remained deadened, but a small token of appreciation at her concern.
"What do you expect me to say? To go on about how hard things are? I'll endure. To share my burden? I don't really know how I would."
He shrugged slightly before looking back to his darling girl. wrinkling his nose in frustration at the lack of his other arm. Wishing he could just touch her more while holding her. But he couldn't.
"This is nice."
He declared definitively. This moment right here, it was enough.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Dec 30, 2013 22:20:31 GMT -8
Bastille just shook her head.
"No, I expect you..." She said, scooting closer to him and handing him the other daughter, testing his arms strength and smirking at him wickedly with her red eyes.
"To be Mathew Bloody Amtrum- to fucking tell me to stop being a sodding cunt of a house wife and stop my worrying because you are not only the Earth Dragon but the God of War....and by those you are Mathew Amtrum and you can build your own fucking bridge and cry your own fucking river and get the bleeding hell over it....." She shrugged and backed away.
"Whatever the hell is eating you, know you're the only sap letting it get to you. So you could- as you are- take a ride on the fuck off and die train off a fucking cliff. Or...you could get off your now saggy ass and let everything slip off your shoulders like it's nothing."
She slunk off the bed and stopped short of the door.
"But just for you to know...somewhere deep inside, locked in that thick cunning skull of yours- that this wife holds half your weight, regardless if you've given it to her or not. Forever and always...."
She stayed staring down the hall for a moment then smirked and turned to look back at him with an aloof look.
"Thats all" She said curtly and quietly - albeit coldly, then smirked and went to walk down the hall.
"Your Hanukkah gift is in your office- hope you like it. I'm not making you breakfast"
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Jan 7, 2014 23:45:04 GMT -8
He barked a laugh at her words, gently shifting his arm to hold both girls. Still wishing he had his other arm right now, just to be safe. Her words did their job, as a real smile returned to his lips. Hearing just what he needed to hear.
"Implying that I would ever cry in the first place." He teased.
There was no doubt that he married the right woman. She was perfect and knew just what to say, and just how to handle him when he was in a funk. There was no point letting things weigh on him. He was Mathew Fucking Amtrum. He could weather any storm, and he would.
"Well if you are not even going to do your wifely duties and cook for your man the least you can do is take the kids so I can go fry up some bacon for myself and see what it is you got me."
There would be no thank you. They didn't need to say that kind of stuff. Also he didn't get her a gift. Because he didn't really do that whole thing. But he did accept gifts.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jan 8, 2014 19:42:02 GMT -8
"Last time I made you breakfast you didn't eat it....stop being an ungrateful git all the time and I might actually make you something" she said poking her head back in and sticking out her tongue.
"Bacons down stairs already cooked. I had some." She added and then shrugged taking the girls, each on one hip.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Jan 15, 2014 14:17:09 GMT -8
"You know I don't recall you making me breakfast so much as you throwing it at my head. Bloody bitch."
He said as he made his way downstairs to grab some bacon. Not Kosher, but he didn't follow his religion at all. Except for a few points here and there, but eating pork products was not a big deal in his book.
So bacon in hand he made his way to his office to see what this surprise was. He didn't really know what to expect from her, especially with everything that had happened recently. He was surprised to actually get something from her even. Last time she had not gotten him anything, nor did he get her anything.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jan 17, 2014 19:16:59 GMT -8
The item, whatever it was- was inside a box on his desk.
Inside he would find a rather odd looking pair of shoes. The real gift would be inside those had he the will to even shake them around a bit- though she expected him more to throw it which would dislodge the object regardless. She smirked, leering from the doorway.
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