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Chat Logs[[22:15:03: Caedor has logged on]]
[[23:00:56: Elydar has logged on]]
Caedor: Are you okay? I haven't talked to you in a few days.
Caedor: Wanna dungeon?
Elydar: Sorry. I have school work to do. I just wanted to say bye.
Caedor: Charlie, what's wrong?
Caedor: Charlie, I'm gonna call Sarah
Caedor: Charlie, I'm calling Sarah right now!
Elydar: I no one is home, Chris. And I'm okay.
Elydar: Or, I will be.
Elydar blows a kiss at Caedor
Elydar: I just want you to know that you didn't do this. You helped. A lot. But I'm in too dark of a place.
Caedor: I'm on the phone with Sarah, Charlie.
Elydar: I figured.
Elydar: I'm sorry.
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DriveShe had been asleep for almost an hour. The gentle bumps on the road and the slight shake of the car were enough to rock her into a light slumber. As she passed in and out of the waves of consciousness, she could hear Vance play with the radio. He kept switching between country and rock, and she wasn't sure how many more twangy songs she could handle. "Pick a station."
The feral looked over, a faint smile over his lips. "Driver picks the music."
She sat up, stretching, "My truck, my rules." She reached for the dials, only to have her hand gently smacked. "Oi. What did I say? My truck."
"Whats yours is mine, princess."
Lilly blinked, realizing what they had done a few hours back. "Oh holy shit, that's true." She rubbed her head, turning to look at him, "So... We're married."
She slowly grinned, shifting around in her seat until she was on her knees. "We can do those things that married couples do."
"We already do that. What makes being married different?" She couldn't tell if he
ApologizeSorry was a difficult word for them. Both were stubborn, pig-headed, and strong-willed. Neither of them liked to back down when they were wrong.
That usually meant someone got hurt.
She knew it sounded white trash, but she didn't care who heard them yelling. This fight was worse than usual. It had been hours of screaming and throwing things. Hell, she didn't remember why they were fighting anymore. She grabbed another plate, whipping it at Vance's head. "You are such an inconsiderate asshole!" She was careful with her aim, making it shatter against the wall just next to his head.
"Me? I'M an asshole?! You're the one whose throwing fucking PLATES, ya crazy bitch!" Vance's voice was a snarl, more feral than he'd normally use. He was sick of this and Lilly knew it.
In her moment of anger, she stormed to the room, snatching up her backpack. It was still full of clothes from her last job. She didn't care if they were covered in blood, she'd figure something out later. She stormed out
ReleaseShe was scared. She was backed into a corner, and once again, she didn't know what to do.
As Cassy dropped to her knees, she gripped her head, screaming. She didn't know what to do anymore. Xavier rolled closer to her, "Cassandra, please, calm down. I know it's hard to control, but-"
"NO!" She screamed, sending a wave of force at him. He let out a grunt as he stopped it from hitting him. He rolled closer, but she looked up, eyes full of fear and anger, "NO! Leave me ALONE!" This time, her face was concentrated, aimed right for Xavier. It knocked him back, his chair clattering to the ground.
She looked at what she'd done, eyes wide in fear. She turned for the door, but before she could touch it, the metal broke away, ripping from the hinges. For a moment, she wondered what happened, but she shook it off and ran. racing for the door of the facility. She was scared. She didn't know what to do. She let out a scream as she burst through the doors, into the cold night air.
She was terrified
SilenceHe was my silence.
He was the silence that made the voices stop.
Don't get me wrong, he had his own voices, but honestly, I didn't care. Because he gave me one thing that no one else could.
With all these thoughts and voices going through my head on a daily basis, it was nice to get some peace and quiet.
And he would do it all with something simple, like a touch or a look.
I would give anything to look at that face every day.
See, whats worse is that when you can hear everyone's thoughts, you never get quiet moments.
And in that, you constantly worry.
Did I brush my hair? She doesn't think so. Did I wash my face? He thinks its too shiny. Do my clothes look okay? Not according to them.
And then I'd look at him. And the only thing I could hear was my heart beating its way into my throat.
All I could think about was the fire in his eyes, that amazing grin, the way he looked amazing without trying.
And he was my best friend. That's what made this the sweetest deal on earth.
You do nowShe stood at the door, bouncing on the balls of her feet anxiously. She stared at the door, debating if she should knock or not. After a few minutes, she finally knocked, biting her lip in excitement. She hadn't seen him in a few years, but she just wanted to let him know she was back.
She heard movement inside the apartment, and she held her breath. He was going to be be so happy to see her again. Her hands were crossed tightly over her chest and she just wanted to-
A woman opened the door, in nothing but underwear and a big t-shirt.
She smiled, pulling the shirt down sheepishly. "Oh, um, hello! Are you here with the pizza?"
Austin stared at the girl with a blank look, arms slowly falling to her side. "Uh... I... No..." She looked this girl up and down. She was gorgeous. "Is Jackson here?"
The girl frowned, "Yeah, but I think he's napping. Want me to wake him?"
Austin quickly shook her head, biting her lip. She knew this was going to happen, and yet, it still hurt.
HomesickI am the river's son,
my arteries flowing turquoise
and turning to rapids
rushing around my frame,
filling me with this sense
of buoyancy, minnows
tickling my sternum.
I am the river's son.
My palms caress each
silty shoreline, every
battered bank and bend,
and these places I know
so well become me
as my fingerprint,
even the bridge above me
inflamed by the afternoon
sun-glow, burning rusty and
the steel blue sky.
I am the river's son;
I bring my home along
like hermit crab,
where I step
I pull water from the earth.
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