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Three For The Price Of One"Trick, I'm-" The brunette's protest was cut off by a harsh cough. "Fine."
"No you are not, Maia." Trick sighed, carrying a blanket towards the couch. "I'm honestly surprised that you haven't come down with some kind of illness before, wearing yourself out like this."
Amber eyes rolled skywards. "It's just a cold."
"A cold that could easily turn into an upper respiratory infection. Which would not be good with your asthma, May, trust me. And you are not the only one I'm worried about." With a small smile, Trick bent over and placed his hand gently over the small bump of her stomach.
Maia laid her hand over Trick's. She had to admit, he had a point. "Alright I'll take a little nap."
Trick easily caught the emphasis she put on 'little' and gave her a knowing look. "I'll keep a -very- close eye on Hailey for you, I promise. You just rest, okay?" But Maia didn't reply right away, so he continued. "You really shouldn't be around them in your condition anyway, you could get her and Joey sick
No Matter What"Daddy!"
Eric froze in the middle of the doorway, blue eyes staring blankly as two little kids - one boy and one girl - ran up to him with arms open wide. Instinctively, Eric knelt down to the floor, scooping the both of them up into a tight, protective hug.
He still couldn't get the images out of his head. She was only fifteen, with golden-blonde hair and green eyes that he bet used to sparkle with joy and hope.
He watched as her emotions turned from terror and anxiety to anger, and then to sorrow and loss. He couldn't even begin to imagine the horrible things that girl had gone through not once, but multiple times. Eric clung to Samantha and Samuel even tighter, furiously biting down on his lower lip.
That girl was someone's daughter. Someone's pride and joy, their whole world.
He looked to Samantha, her soft blonde hair, her brilliant, sparkling eyes, everything about her; she was the splitting image of her mother. Both her and Samuel, Eric couldn't bear the thought
That's What You GetUpon walking into this particular room of the tower, one would be surprised to discover that it was a bedroom.
This was mostly due to the fact that it lacked an actual bed. Indeed, it lacked most homely objects; a bedside table, shelves, curtains, a chest of drawers, maybe a nice rug.
The only pieces of everyday furniture it contained were a small cupboard (covered in books and assorted papers, with its doors open and a small array of clothes hanging haphazardly out of it), a desk (indistinguishable by the vast display of mechanical titbits that overtook its surface) and a large, comfortable-looking desk chair. There wasn't much light.
The only window was covered by a blanket whose corners were screwed to the window frame and whose sides were duct taped in-between.
This description might give one the image of a very bare room. It was, however, far from bare. Because surrounding the desk and the cupboard, on each and every wall, were numerous computer monitors of different sizes. 47 in
So BigCassidy smiled in glee as a blur of blue and blonde rushed towards her. She didn't even have a chance to set the pile of clothes she was carrying down before the little boy latched on to her legs.
"Cassy!" He screeched happily.
Cassidy knelt down to the boy's eye level, letting her fingers run through his shaggy hair. "How big is Noah?" She asked him.
Noah threw his hands up in the air, a brilliant sparkle in his blue and violet eyes. "So big!"
Laughing, Cassidy scooped the little two-year-old into her arms, completely oblivious to his mother - and also her best friend - standing over them.
'One day...' Cassidy thought, 'One day Tech and I will have a little boy of our own.'
If It's LoveAllessa flopped down on her bed, wild brown hair free from its normal ponytail, tangling with the wires of her earphones. The easy melody playing from her mp3 relaxed her. She had been listening to the same song all day, ever since Dimitri had shared it with her.
'Last night was amazing...' Allessa thought to herself, smiling giddily. Last night she had been laying exactly where she was right now, only last night Dimitri had been on top of her. Their lips had been on each other's, their hands roaming the other's body. She had no idea how long they had spent like that, but she could remember ever second of it. She loved how dominating he was, while at the same time alert to her and her body language. He knew when to turn up the heat a touch, and he knew when she had had enough. She loved the way he had licked her lips gently before kissing them.
But what she loved most of all about last night was when they had finished. They laid sprawled across her bed, in each other's arms. Dim
Project Exodus + Harry Potter?Me: I am so frustrated with my brain. It keeps thinking about Jeremy and Felic. IN A WAY THAT MY HEART CAN'T HANDLE THINKING ABOUT. I mean, I can handle thinking of Matt and Cale that way, because that's them. BUT NOT MY BBY FELICITY.
Emily: Felicity has to make babies sometime.
Me: I know ;____;
Matty D.: NO SHE DOESN'T!!! *CLINGS TO FELICITY'S HEAD*
Cale: I'm on the insane one's side B|
Matty D.: Thnx bby
Felicity: Celeste says that one day she and Tarne are going to have babies. And one day Jeremy and I will have babies too ^_^
Matty D.: WELL CELESTE IS WRONG! TARNE CAN'T GIVE BIRTH. IT'S IMPOSSIBLE.
Felicity: No, silly! Celeste will have the baby. In her tummy. And then the baby will come out at the hospital. *affirmative nod* ^_^
Matty D.: ...................... Unless the wizards are there to help. =I
Felic: 8D WIZARDS?!
Matty D.: YEAH! 8D
Felic: YOU MEAN LIKE HARRY POTTER?!
Matty D.: PROFESSOR MCGONAGAL DELIVERS BABIES ALL THE TIME!
Felic: SHE DOES?!
Cale: This is never going to
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
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