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Post by Ostrich on May 12, 2017 21:23:05 GMT -5
The room seemed quiet without her in it with him. Not that she ever did much of anything but sleep, but she was always there and he could hear her breathing, hear her as she dreamed. It reassured him that he had someone with him...even though he'd never admit it. She never really did like getting up in the bed, content to be in her dog bed beside of it. She'd get up for a few minutes and snuggle him, or if he seemed to be having a bad dream she'd get up and lick his face until he woke up-or just bark sometimes, but as soon as she was sure he was okay she'd get right back down. Tonight though, she wasn't here. There had only been one other night that she had not been in the room with him since they had been assigned as partners, and that was the night she was in the hospital. He had insisted that he stay there with her, but the veterinarian insisted he go home, that she wouldn't rest well enough with him there and would be too excited. And so he'd gone home. And he hadn't slept at all that night, fears of being woken up by a phone call that a complication had occurred and she was dead. He'd busied himself that morning with making breakfast for Jay and Vanity (not knowing that it was soon to be Jay, Vanity, and his niece or nephew), but he hadn't eaten anything himself, too anxious with worry. He'd called the vet's office several times overnight, asking for updates. He was pretty sure that he'd annoyed them a little, but he didn't entirely give a crap. Bailey had gotten shot, and he had been supposed to protect her. He had failed her, like he had failed his parents, like he had failed his brother. He had failed everyone in his life.
He could still see the faces of everyone he had shot at. He could see the anguish on their face as it pierced through their skin. He could see the light die from their eyes, just like when his horse had been put down and the light dimmed from her eyes. Something in him had broke that day, and it wasn't until the sales barn experience that it had really been drug back up. That moment that he'd broke and vowed not to let anyone get too close to him ever again. He never had a serious relationship after that, just messed around. Kept a smile on his face in highschool so that everyone thought that he was okay. It was just a horse, right? No. It was his soul mate, and she'd taken part of his soul with her. When his parents had died, even that smile had gone away. The ability to show emotion left him. He abandoned those he cared about, figuring that running away from any and all emotion would be easier. Truth be told, as he lay there in the bed that night, he remembered the thought he had every time he went out on a mission. He remembered it, slithering through his brain right then and there and coiling around his emotional centers and beginning to constrict. He tried to close his eyes to escape the feeling. He tried to close his eyes to escape reality. But it was there, whispering to him. Hopefully today will be the day I don't come back from this.
His fist clenched at the sheets as he just tried to fight it. To fight the memories, but they came at him like a tsunami and penned him to the sandy floor. He felt his body jostling as the car went over the dirt road. He heard the click in the car, and tried to get the other men's attention but they were lost in conversation. The laughter from the other service men, care free for just a moment before the flash flooded over them. They didn't have time to scream as the driver's skin instantly boiled and melted from the heat of being at the point of ignition. The instant look over at the passenger as his hand burned away as he was trying to throw himself out the door and got caught. And then the force hitting his own self, the heat flooding over him and nearly incinerating his shirt, the blast throwing him out the back of the car onto the road. The silence, for a moment, as his ears tried to adjust to the sound the explosion had made. The blinking as his eyes tried to adjust to the dimness of natural light, his ears finally hearing the screams of agony of his comrades. It was then that the shrapnel came flying, and his eyes adjusted just in time to see the shifting gear flying toward him, impaling his knee. He couldn't hear his own scream for a few moments. Silence. Deathly, chilling silence except the sounds of his ears ringing. And then it flooded around him. His scream as shrapnel continued to fly. One compatriot howling over his leg hurting-but his leg was hanging from the remains of the jeep. And yet, there was still the silence. Silence of the driver and passanger as the driver's skeleton flopped against the steering wheel, his face nothing but bone now. The slumped half way in and half way out body of the passenger, half the man he used to be. The hot searing pain as the shrapnel from one of the engine cylinders lodged into his abdomen-the only reason he didn't die right then and there was because it partly cauterized the wound. As his eyes slowly closed, he heard the yelling of the other team coming to the rescue. And that thought. That thought in the back of his mind as he faded from consciousness. Here it is. The day I die.
Sweat covered his body as his fists were balled, knuckles white grabbing at the sheets. The sheets were wet with the sweat, his bare skin glistening with it. It rolled down his temples. The sheet draped half way over him was drenched as well. Teeth clenched, his eyes shot open and he stared wide eyed at the ceiling, doing his best to take deep breaths but unable to stop the hyperventilating. He couldn't decide if he should be mad at himself or ashamed of himself. Slowly his head turned to the side, looking to the empty dog bed, which just caused his heart to pound harder in his chest. He just wanted the thoughts, the feelings, the pain, to stop. Everything, to stop.
No noises could be heard through his closed door, he made no sound in his panic; silence creating its own tomb around him. Bailey, closed in the spare bedroom with Majorie, got up from where she had been laying on the floor beside the woman, and went to the door. She knew something was wrong. She whimpered, and scratched at the door, looking with woeful eyes toward Majorie before whimpering and scratching at the door again. She needed to get the door open, but how?
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Post by RileyCasper on May 13, 2017 19:02:44 GMT -5
i need a hero. Marjorie was having an episode much similar to Sawyer's but hers was more so related more so to a rescue mission she and a few other medics were sent on. A mission in the freezing snow of Russia. She was bundled up in her gear but as her team found the few people that have survived the hypothermia so far, she felt so bad for them she shed half her gear to give it to the young girl, saving her life over her own became her priority. She huddled next to the girl as they waited the helicopter to come, both curled around each other in attempt to keep each other warm.
Marjorie had already forgotten that she wasn't in her own home so the light scratch at the door from Bailey awoke her slightly enough to get her out of bed to open the door, her hand reached down to pat Bailey's head, but instead of removing it when Bailey moved, she followed the German Shepard, not away of the fact she was walking. As Bailey pushed through to Sawyer's room, Marjorie absentmindedly continued to follow her, feeling the bed bump against her legs she crawled into bed, assuming it was her own bed, unaware that the officer that invited her home was in the same bed. Some could just blame her long shifts at the hospital for how unaware she was, it was more so she was still in her head, as the girls body heat left her, she shivered, reaching out for whatever was close and warm. It happened to be Sawyer's sweating, panicked, body. She pulled herself to the warmth and snuggled into it before feeling the sweat on her cheeks.
As the sweat touched her cheeks her eyes shot open, but all she could see was the young girl panicking, crying, on the helicopter about her now dead father, so Marjorie's instinct curled her arms around Sawyer and hugged close to him.
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Post by Ostrich on May 13, 2017 19:14:32 GMT -5
The thought was still there. He just tried to count the cracks in the ceiling, count the tiles, count sheep. Anything to stop the noise in his head. The voice today is the day I'll die. Every breath he took grew more shallow and ragged as he fought for air. He knew he wasn't there anymore. He knew he wasn't touch and go in that hospital room, waking only temporarily to scream a disillusioned plea to see his mother again. He knew he was there. With his brother. With Vanity. With Bailey. With Majorie in the other room.
He didn't notice the door open at first, the hinges oiled well enough because the squeaking would send him into a panic. He didn't really think about when Bailey came over and licked his hand, though it still was held tight. She whimpered and leaned her head on the bed, her tail thumping against the floor.
He didn't really put two and two together when Majorie climbed up in the bed next to him, wrapping her arms around him and holding him tight. But his breath calmed a little, and became deeper. The sweating stopped being so profuse. Slowly, his fist unclenched and he shakily raised it, running his hand over her hair. Loosing his fingers in it and just combing through it, petting along her hair like he would do to Bailey. It was something soft.
No. He wasn't entirely aware that right now Majorie was on top of him and not Bailey. Because while he knew, he was lost in his head, still fighting the demons no one else could see. But she was bringing him back.
Bailey whimpered, and decided to climb up into the bed. It looked like it was puppy pile time. She laid her head on Sawyer's chest, her breath hitting Majorie's ear.
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Post by RileyCasper on Jul 24, 2018 20:55:34 GMT -5
i need a hero. Marjorie's nightmare faded as the girl was returned to safety and she slowed opened her eyes. The room was dark, but her eyes adjusted quickly. She could see Bailey, but the body below her wasn't familiar at first, she started to panic slightly but calmed when she noticed the sleeping face of Sawyer.
She lifted her hand from Bailey's head and ran her finger over his cheek, wiping beads of sweat away. She couldn't decide between waking him or to let him sleep. Lifting herself up slightly, she wiped another few beads of sweat from his face, then ran her thumb over his lips, wiping sweat from them too.
Her lips parted slightly as she realized how soft his lips are and how calm he started to get by her touch. It was until now she wasn't sure how she felt about the officer beneath her, but she now had an inkcling. She moved her lips closer, centimeters from his and paused.
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Post by Ostrich on Aug 6, 2018 15:35:23 GMT -5
As she lay with him, and as Bailey climbed up into bed, he calmed. The shaking and trembling and muscle spasms stopped. The voice still echoed in his head, but it was starting to fade away into the void of nothingness. Slowly, he became aware of his surroundings once again, that the hair he was touching wasn't Bailey's, but he could feel her breath on his chest. She licked his face as he was coming too, only pulling away slightly when Majorie came toward his face. Bailey whimpered gently, feeling slightly replaced.
Sawyer's hand ran up to Bailey's head then...seconds after Majorie removed it. His eyes slowly came into focus, as he felt the soft touch on his cheek of her hand. His other hand still tangled in her hair. He had never realized how soft her hair was; probably because he'd never touched it before. He lay there, eyes wide open as Majorie explored his face with her hands. His eyes didn't entirely focus until she was looking into them a moment, before she closed her eyes and leaned down. Her lips inches from him. His breath was hot, and probably smelled bad as he softly breathed her name; his voice slightly scratchy from his earlier panic and muscle tightness.
"Majorie..."
He breathed, before using his hand on the back of her neck to help him lift his head up slightly and close the distance, delicately pressing his lips against hers at first. He had never realized how beautiful her eyes were, or how like a delicate flower she smelled. Until now.
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Post by RileyCasper on Aug 8, 2018 13:34:10 GMT -5
I NEED A HERO TO SAVE ME NOW
Marjorie's body trembled at his touch, it wasn't a bad tremble. She felt like she was going to pass out from his touch. The love overwhelmed her. His touch caused a ripple of shivers down her back. As he breathed her name into her lips another wave of shivers went down her back. As he closed the distance her eyes closed and she pressed her lips deeper into his. She placed her hand on his cheek and held herself to him. Why had her spending the night with him turned into a romantic night. This wasn't what she had planned, although she couldn't pull away from him. She never had these feelings for another guy, she always thought she was too plain for love. All the other women where 8s, 9s, and 10s, and here she was a simple 2, but this perfect man held her, and kissed her. Maybe he was her hero. |
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Post by Ostrich on Aug 26, 2018 23:16:19 GMT -5
Sawyer didn’t know what he was doing in that moment, every wall he had ever put up to protect himself was fighting against the waves of emotion running through him but he couldn’t stop the tidal wave that washed through him. Maybe it was because they shared something: fear. A fear imbedded in their brains that made life near impossible. Maybe he was just jealous of what Jay and Vanity had found right under his nose. Either way, this woman he held in his arms was everything he could have ever imagined. She was the vision he saw when he dreamed of a peaceful future. He ran one hand to the back of her neck-tangling his fingers in his hair, and slowly ran one hand down her back to the small of her back, pulling him against her. He was relaxed except for his southern regions, that tensed at the proximity that they were to her. What could he do? He was simply a man who hadn’t lay with a woman since many long years ago. But as it tensed, he paused, dropping his head away from her to look up at her face.
“D-do you want me to stop? I-I’m sorry. I just...”
Now he was in for it. Inviting her into his home and then kissing her like that, there was sure to be a lawsuit. He’d need to go lock himself away. He hadn’t even thought about it when he kissed her there was just a moment. He could feel the walls trying to go back up, but his breath held and he waited for her response. Maybe there was still hope that he’d done the right thing.
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Post by RileyCasper on Sept 3, 2018 3:08:46 GMT -5
------------- BACK FROM FADE TO BLACK ---------------------------- I NEED A HERO TO SAVE ME NOW
Her body trembled against him. Marjorie hadn't had this touch in many years. The last time she thought a man had touched her in this fashion was highschool. Her body trembled once again. She didn't want to leave but something told he she should go back to her room, to process what had just happened. Although her heart told her to stay where she was, to curl into this man. All he wanted to do was protect her right? Her glazed over eyes closed and she placed her head against his chest, wanting to cry, not because of what they had just done but how she felt. She wasn't completely sure of her feelings. Her cheek pressed against his chest yet she looked up to Sawyer's face. "I'm so sorry." She whispered, her face flat into his chest again. She couldn't bring her body to move though so she just laid there. |
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Post by Ostrich on Sept 17, 2018 11:59:40 GMT -5
Sawyer wasn't even sure what had just transpired, what had just happened. Had Jay and Vanity put a hex on the house to draw people together? Was it just something about the house that made them fall all over themselves for someone else? He looked to her, regret in his eyes. They were both consenting adults...but now that the deed was done, unplanned and unprovoked...it just felt wrong. Unlike his brother, he immediately jumped to the possibilities. He barely knew Majorie...what if she had something not necessarily from sex but from working with patient's blood? What if she wasn't on birth control...and she got pregnant? He gulped at the thought of that. Being an uncle was one thing...being a father was something else entirely. A cold chill went up his spine at the thought of it right now, it was too much too quickly.
As she looked up to him and apologized, he couldn't bring himself to speak. He just stared forlornly at her; feeling horrible about the whole incident. He should've made her dinner first, he should've expressed his feelings in some other way before just...jumping in like this. He was ashamed and couldn't look her in the eye. He averted his gaze over to Bailey, who had hid on the floor as the act transpired. She sat up now as she felt her master looking at her, nosing her head under his hand. She gave him strength, as he finally worked up the courage to look at Majorie.
"Hey, it-it's pretty much time for us to get up, do you want...breakfast?"
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Post by RileyCasper on Sept 19, 2018 19:23:37 GMT -5
I NEED A HERO TO SAVE ME NOW
Her body trembled once again against him. She still couldn't bring herself to move, although she did move a few inches away from him so she wasn't huddled against him anymore. While his worries were completely valid, they weren't an issue. She hadn't contracted anything from patients and was well on an IUD, just for safety. She couldn't afford to be pregnant right now. She glanced over at Bailey and looking at the dog brought a smile to her face, although when he spoke it faultered and disappeared. Her face looked like she was about to cry. That's when she was finally able to sit up. Her heart told her to accept the breakfast, but her body told her to go curl up in her bedroom, and even more so her mind told her to pack her bags and leave. Before she could really even think, she spoke. "I'll just go pack my things. I'm thankful for your hospitality, but I'm sorry about this." Although the words came out she couldn't force her legs to move, they just stayed extended out infront of her on the bed. |
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Post by Ostrich on Sept 27, 2018 20:11:22 GMT -5
As she pulled away, he could feel the ice cold chill of the world once more. There was warmth beating in his heart again though; and he for a moment didn't want to push everything away. He felt like he'd found his family. He felt like he'd found a friend. Like he'd found something he hadn't had before everything...quite literally...blew up in his face.
He leaned up to watch her as she sat on the edge of the bed, hesitating to reach out to her. She didn't have to leave the room. Was what they shared not something special?
No. He felt the sting of everything hitting him again. They were two broken people, two wrongs didn't make a right. He pulled his hand back, and didn't reach for her; just watched her a moment. The words that came out of her mouth though...
"I'll go make you some coffee then."
Was all he managed to get out as he turned to the other side of the bed and slid out. The floor was cold as it sent the shiver up his spine and he pulled on his t-shirt, still sopping in sweat, and boxers. Bailey whined, and hesitated a moment as she licked his hand, but he ruffled her ears and made the sign to stay. He wanted to be alone.
His mind told him to block everything out as he went to the kitchen and turned on the light, semi-blinding himself for a moment. It wasn't long before his eyes adjusted though. He sighed heavily, going to the table and picking up the dirty dishes that Jay had left there, putting them in the sink. One of these days maybe he'd stop having to clean up after his adult baby brother, but tonight wasn't that night. No rest for the wicked, right? What he had done was wicked. He shouldn't have kissed her. He shouldn't have touched her. She hadn't said no, but she hadn't said yes either. He was a monster in his own home. Did she think that was the only reason he'd asked her to stay? Probably.
The whole night flashed in his mind. The dream. Her against his chest. The kiss. The sex. It had all happened so fast that he hadn't even considered the aftermath; and there was going to be aftermath. You didn't hook up with your roommates, unless you were his little brother. He smiled though, it had worked out for him though; right?
He glanced at the time on the coffee pot. Five AM...he had to be up in two hours anyway to get ready for work, and there was no sleeping after that. He sighed again, leaning against the counter. He really needed to clear his head. Picking up the remote from the shelf above the coffee pot, he flipped on the radio and turned it to the mix station. Eleanor was playing, a little too loud, so he quickly turned down the volume and went about blocking everything out with listening to the song. Coffee pot going, he leaned against the counter, staring at one of the cups he had pulled out.
He glanced at the coffee pot, impatient for it as the song started repeating in his head, transfixed by it. He wanted to punch something but also wanted to hold something, he was a confused mess. Why...why would she let him do that to her and then want to leave?
It took another few moments, but the coffee was finally ready. He poured his cup, then poured another for her. He added her two scoops of sugar, and set them on a tray. Before she could, he heard the padding of Bailey's feet-which meant that Majorie wasn't far behind. Out of nowhere, the song still on his mind, he turned to her and started singing it at her.
"Fine, I understand. Okay with me, if that's your plan-
you can pack up all your things, everything we gave you,
before you go-
but for now, unlock your heart,
what are we doin' all this for?
Let me make you breakfast, just one time,
then you'll go your way; and I'll go mine...
And I won't call you baby, nevermore-
won't call you baby-nevermore;
Won't call you baby- nevermore;
Majorie..."
His eyes seemed to dance as he sang, the sixth grader who had stood up and sung his very own line in the chorus loud and clear, charming everyone back at it. He moved toward her slowly, steadily, but not to invade her space. His voice dropped lower.
"You left your smell, you left your taste,
you left me here with my mistakes-
And I can't relate, to what you think we've done,
but just for you, I'll bite my tongue..."
He proceeded to stick out his tongue, bite it, and grin, making a bit of a funny face-just trying to make her laugh at this point. He spun around a moment.
"And I won't call you baby, nevermore-
won't call you baby-like I never did before;
won't call you baby, nevermore..."
He stopped the spin, and looked to her before dropping to his knees, crawling toward her with his hands pleading as he begged her.
"Majorie, I miss you,
Majorie, be well,
Majorie...I wish you'd release me from your spell..."
Throwing himself to her feet, he bowed to her as he sang; evident on his face that he was laughing a little and just having a little fun.
"Come on!
Majorie!
Do it!
You can-do it!"
He gave a fake exaggerated sigh, looking to her before he started getting up. One knee up, one knee down right in front of her. His bad knee hitched slightly and he grimaced, just as Jay walked in the door from the night shift at work.
"Hey is there coffee? I smell coffee!"
It was unusual for Jay to be home when they were making coffee, and he could use a little if he was gonna stay up and watch the baby while Vanity headed back to work. He walked straight past Sawyer and Majorie since by now they were in the hallway adjacent to the kitchen. He spotted the two cups, and grabbed the one that smelled like sugar. He took a sip.
"Aww Vanity, thank you babe! You remember how I take my coffee!"
He went to go find her, though that required going through that hallway too. His eyes grew wide when he saw Sawyer on one knee in front of Majorie.
"Oh...my...god."
He took another sip of coffee, rubbing his eyes as he blinked. Was he seeing shit? Or...nope, there was his brother, down on one knee, in front of Majorie.
"VANITY COME QUICK SAWYER'S ASKING MAJORIE TO MARRY HIM WE NEED TO CELEBRATE BEFORE YOU GO TO WORK! GET THE VIDEO CAMERA!!!!"
Sawyer's eyes grew wide as he heard Jay busting in through the door, and taking Majorie's coffee. Despite his best efforts though, he couldn't get up because of the pain in his knee. He knew he shouldn't have tried the move he did in high school drama when they did Grease. His eyes grew even wider when Jay came up behind them and started shouting for Vanity. The panic was evident on his face. He turned to look over his shoulder at his brother, mouthing shut up shut up shut up, but his brother was not paying any attention. Bailey wagged her tail, thumping it against the ground as she looked from Jay, to Sawyer, to Majorie. She nudged Majorie's hand, putting her nose under it and bringing it toward Sawyer with her head. Sawyer, defeated, and knowing what he had felt, reached up and took the hand that Bailey had shoved toward him. He gulped, and looked up to Majorie.
"Ummmm...what do you say? Please...stay? Forever?"
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Post by RileyCasper on Sept 27, 2018 20:31:35 GMT -5
Marjorie watched as he left the room and reached down to put on her night clothes. She sighed, still sitting on the bed. Her fingers traced over Bailey's ears, giving her a loving scratch. As she headed down the hall though to the kitchen she stopped at the entrance to the kitchen. Her features looked confused as Sawyer started dancing in front of her. Her brows knitting further together.
Although his funny face he made to her made her features soften, and her eyes sparkle. Why did what they just do feel so wrong, but now them being in the same room felt so right. As he remained on one knee she smiled down at him, her head tilting to the side slightly.
Although Jay broke the cute interaction with his voice as he came through the door. Her dark eyes followed him as he went to the kitchen and took a cup of coffee and finally saw them in the hallway. Her body tensed at his gaze. Although it wasn't long before it relaxed again when Bailey brought their hands together. Her attention back on Sawyer, she could see the pain in his face.
Vanity nearly flew out of the bedroom without a shirt, or pants for that matter (Thank god for underwear though!), with a baby latched to her breast, a free hand on her phone with a camera. "FINALLY?!?" She shouted, her free breast bouncing as she trotted out in the hall the camera facing Sawyer and Marjorie.
Marjorie turned to Vanity and her face grew red... Did that woman have any shame? She took a step to the left blocking Sawyer's view of Vanity though. She took a step to close the distance between her and Sawyer and leaned down, arms curling around him, to help him up off the floor. "We're doing this in the wrong order..." She whispered but leaned into him her lips near his ear, and she spoke only loud enough that Sawyer could hear. "But I'll stay with you, forever."
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