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High-functioning Marshmallow
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 Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2011 9:12 pm
But, Conor wasn't very used to doing something like that. So, he just rolled his eyes with a scowl, “Yeah, yeah, ******** sorry about that.” He muttered to her, his shoulders scrunching up and his eyes on the wall to the left as he managed that out. It didn't sound very sincere, but he was.. kinda sorry about that. Oh, well, it was a small miracle that he even knew the word. He switched his mood back to that awkward, nervous one of before as the hand in his pocket reminded him of what he was doing. “Look, Blaire, uh, sorry to wake you, but, uh.. Look, can – will.. 'Cause it'd be ******** awesome if you did, but you will or you can, uh.. ********. Wait.” He swallowed and hurried around the bed to where she was, taking her by the shoulders and turning her to the side of the bed. He let go and dropped to sitting down on the ground, a hand returning to his pocket to start to slowly pull out.. “Uh. ********. No. I look like s**t, stay here.” He jumped back up to his feet and allowed the box he was grasping to slide back down to the bottom of his pocket, holding his hands up to further emphasize what he said before turning and leaving the room to the bathroom. Moments later and the sound of running water could be heard – yes, Conor was honestly in the shower. He couldn't help it when Blaire's room was so.. nice and he wasn't, least he could do was try to fit in.
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Posted: Tue Mar 22, 2011 10:58 am
 _________________________________________________________________________________________ - Blaire Vatonage - _________________________________________________________________________________________ ...What? Blaire blinked, holding back those tears as Conor left. He was alive... unless her meds were giving her hallucinations or something. No-Where did he...? The shower? This was no hallucination! After a moment or two of simply staring at the spot he was at, the girl scurried to her feet and began to move to the door. "Wait... Crap" she muttered, remembering her sister and her husband were sleeping at the other side of the hall. What if they woke up? Blaire walked over to the bathroom, stopping at the door. He really was there... wasn't he? "...Conor? What..." That was hard to say, and it showed, but it wasn't very likely for Conor to hear her with the running water.
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Tue Mar 22, 2011 4:06 pm
Well, of course, he had gone awhile without a razor or anything.. Even so, he did look better than he should. Ah, well, that would be explained at a later time. For now, he worked on getting himself to look halfway decent again. Once he finished, he pulled on his same, dirty clothes, which was probably a counterproductive action, but, heey, maybe he wouldn't need them in a few minutes anyway~? … Yeah, the only way he could deal with the nervousness was by faking some self-assurance. He slipped his hand into his pocket again reluctantly and, with a short look down at said pocket, he opened the door. She seemed just as lost as before, but she was standing and.. It probably sounded weird or ******** gay, but the way the bathroom light hit her in contrast to the dark hallway behind was, uh.. pretty.
Anyway, he stopped gawking at her and decided that, if any time would work, now would be the best. He lowered himself to the ground, going on both knees because that was what he was pretty sure every guy in his position was supposed to do. He wasn't sure, he only went off of what some guys had told him. Said guys were either smashed, ******** up, or all of the above, but it was better than nothing, right? He cleared his throat and felt his skin prickle with goosebumps and a cold sweat. He was sure he was paling too, like he was looking at a ghost rather than the girl he really, really, REALLY ******** LIKED, but she.. this was still scary as ********, however much he didn't want to admit it, but it was and he would probably have preferred seeing a ghost than doing this. At least a ghost he could run from. “B.. Blaire.. uh.. ********.. 'kay, 'kay, I got it-this, I got this, it's, uh..” He cleared his throat again and looked at her feet, then back up to her eyes. <********, why did anyone think this position was 'romantic' or some s**t?! He could hardly see her face from here! “..Blaire, I.. uh.. wanted.. wanted to.. ask, if.. uh.. you..” He swallowed. Oh, goddammit. He stood up, set a hand against the back of her head, and pushed her mouth into his for a brief, but eager kiss to help sooth his nerves. He had missed this – kissing someone who actually liked him back and not just 'cause.. they, uh, never mind, but it was nice was the point and it gave him enough of a boost when he pulled back to snatch her hand and shove a small box into it. “Just say yes, 'kay?” Alright, ring deposited, now he just backed really fast into the bathroom and watched her from the counter. It wasn't like he thought she would attack him or something, but.. uh.. just in case.
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Posted: Tue Mar 22, 2011 5:34 pm
_________________________________________________________________________________________ - Blaire Vatonage - _________________________________________________________________________________________ Blaire couldn't help but be paranoid, watching the halls just in case someone woke up. She already expected Ellie or Yoakim to pop up, but so far she was safe. It still had her looking to her sides constantly, especially with Conor taking so long. The wait seemed longer, especially after not seeing him for so long. She thought he was dead. But wasn't he? That was the whole reason Keith-Blaire swallowed at that thought. Conor didn't know about that... nor would he know if she had a say in it. It was hard enough to tell Lucas, she couldn't tell him. How long had it been anyways? A while after Conor left... who was back now... Blaire could barely keep her head together while all of that roamed her mind. It was so much that it had frightened her when the door opened, almost forgetting she was waiting for the blond.
The girl looked up to see Conor looking at her, which made her fluster a bit and look off to the side for a second. The moment she was feeling better, she found herself looking at Conor in pretty wide confusion. At least for a moment, until it clicked. He... he wasn't. Was he? Her breathing seemed to slow, yet linger. Oh he stood up. That probably meant-Blaire's train of thought was destroyed right now. The kiss had left her in further shock. She wasn't imagining this... "Say yes?" she barely repeated in a small murmur, taking the box to her hands to open it. "Oh my god." Her throat seemed to clench for a moment, and she wasn't feeling that well. Why couldn't the room stay still? One hand went to her mouth, while the other closed the box and held it tight in her palm. Her gaze finally lifted to see Conor a sharp breath left her. She needed to sit down. But first she needed to stop swaying to the sides. Or rest against the door frame and slid gently to the floor. "Conor... What? I..." Shocked. Yes shock was dominant on the girl at the moment, aside from staring at the little box in her hand.
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Wed Mar 23, 2011 8:12 pm
“Just say it.” He lowered his tone and moved in closer, brushing his lips against hers as a hand traveled from her left shoulder to her hand. His other went to steady himself, keeping his eyes firmly on hers to make sure she didn't try to look elsewhere. If she was going to think, it had damned better be on the now. He knew he was good looking enough and he was very much aware that she had to be attracted to him. He didn't know how often girls thought with their lower half, but he was going to try to make her do it now. It would have been the only thing in his favor, right? With that thought in mind, he gave her a push enough to get her on her back in the hall – she was in enough shock that it didn't take much to do so. “Blaire.. You like me, yeah?” He stated as his head went to the curve of her neck, talking against there in between a kiss, more of his mind on the hand that was playing with the buttons on her top. It was weird to go slow like this, but he needed to hear her talk before moving on. He could relax against her in the meantime, finding the proximity much more soothing than a simple kiss did.
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 8:24 pm
_________________________________________________________________________________________ - Blaire Vatonage - _________________________________________________________________________________________ Shock messed with the time didn't it? There wasn't much processing going on in Blaire's mind, aside from the repeating phrase of 'Proposed!?' She kept looking at the box, taking a few deep breaths, up until she realized Conor had moved. There wasn't any movement from her at first, remembering that she had thought him dead just minutes ago. Now he was in front of her, after proposing!? You couldn't really blame the girl for losing all type of composure, especially when she never had it with the male. Blaire shivered slightly at his voice, more so at the tone, and the proximity. How she missed that... "I..." her voice died off, enjoying that touch, missing it so much. Her breath hitched in her throat and she closed her eyes for a brief moment.
It would've probably been a good idea to remember where she was, and saying that she'd talk to him later... Would've been. Instead Blaire's gaze, that had met Conor's seconds before, returned to the box for a moment. She did like him a lot. He was right... "...I do" finally said the girl softly. It didn't sink in for a second, at which she stayed still. Then it hit her. He was alive. Conor proposed to her. She said yes. Once did sink in, she moved slightly to face the boy and wrapped her arms around his torso tightly. The girl didn't want to let go, unless of course persuaded by the boy as usual. "I do..."
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2011 12:32 am
Her first answer was quiet enough that he may have missed it otherwise, but the volume of it betrayed the weight of what she said by a ******** lot. He drew his breath in a little sharper as he stayed there, trying to figure out just what he should do now that wouldn't screw this up. But, her arms came around him and he went on pure impulse then, pushing his mouth over hers to prevent her from saying anything more – just in case she wanted to back out. Because she ******** couldn't now. He pulled back and looked at her, having a dozen and more things to say right then, but he only ended up pulling her into another kiss – and another.. one more.. no, wait, two – three more, ah.. but there went the hands, wandering, and – ...Yeah, Conor had already forgotten whatever he wanted to say and, surely, Blaire would too~
~Time-Skip..?~
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Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2011 1:14 am
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 5:42 am
Pain shot through his cheek and he really wished he could say that his little Conor had been deterred by the action, but.. no, no, it did not. He was pretty pissed when he gathered his thoughts and shoved himself away from Yoakim, “Dude, what the <********>” He immediately barked, a hand to his face as every word made a painful throb through his most definitely swelling cheek. The hell was this guy's problem?! Keith, his own brother, had started to blow him in front of him, and yet he freaks out when some chick he doesn't even know is being banged in a house he.. shouldn't be in?! This guy wasn't making any ******** sense! And he wanted to finish with Blaire, damn it! “No, I'm not getting the ******** out – you get out! This ain't your ******** place – Blaire.” He turned his head back to look at the girl, obviously annoyed by the interruption, “Tell him to get out so we can finish.” Well, it was her house, wasn't it? She should have the right to tell Yoakim off! b*****d should have just joined in, not punch him..
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2011 2:56 pm
  __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ - Eleanor 'Ellie' Vatonage, Rune Vatonage, & Blaire Vatonage - __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Well this was an unusual predicament... Blaire had gotten used to Conor's spontaneity when he was living with her, but even then they usually ended in a room, not... the hallway. One could blame the shock of everything, or just say she was plain stupid when it came to the resuscitated corpse but... It did squiddly to try to justify it when she was facing the epitome of humiliation and future punishment right there. Because when Yoakim's voice was heard, she had frozen still, even if Conor hadn't... consequently letting out a slight yell in protest to what just happened. Until it hit her she was naked... in front of her brother in law. Nothing that scurrying for the shirt to cover wouldn't fix... course with her boyfriend protesting it didn't help. "I-I-I..." She was trying. Glancing at Conor didn't help. "It's not a-I didn't-" Nope... Nothing. She glanced uncomfortably to the sides trying to let the words come to her. "Yoakim..." she said looking at him as if he were her father, the most fearsome man in the world. "I... I can explain..." And she paused, trying to continue her train of thought. "Okay, um..." Blaire lowered her head in defeat after a second or two. "...Actually... I-I can't."That was enough noise to stir up Ellie awake. Well actually it had pretty much jolted her up to her Yoakim. Right when sleep was setting back in. The woman was getting off the bed when she heard more shouting. What the heck? She was wearing a simple night gown, so, she was good, and headed to the hallway, spotting her husband. "What's..." started Ellie before reaching his side and widening her eyes at the sight. "Blaire!?" Wasn't he dead? WAIT A MINUTE. Naked sister... "Blaire!" Which meant... naked guy that was supposed to be dead. "Oh Goddess-" before Ellie could go into a good panic right there, Willhelm's cries could be heard in the background. As if that wasn't enough, Blaire's face reddened more, and her eyes widened even more when she noticed the little white haired toddler tumbling around the hallway. "Mommy?" asked the girl sleepy, rubbing her eyes as she spoke. She looked at her aunt and tilted her head. "Play?" said Rune innocently before smiling at the idea. "I wanna!"Ellie looked her husband for a second before looking back at her daughter and immediately scooped her up in her arms and turned her away. "Oh NO you don't."Finally Blaire looked at Conor and chuckled if only out of a panic. "...They're living here..." she said with a gulp. "So... not my place..." Heh... She was screwed. Aside from literally.
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2011 3:19 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2011 8:46 pm
He whipped his head back around and snapped immediately, “Blaire got ******** stabbed?” ..See, it may sound a bit cruel just looking at it from that line, but it wasn't because one outweighed the other. No, it was because the idea that Keith could be 'coma crazy', whatever that meant, just didn't compute in Conor's head at all. Seriously, he just outright couldn't imagine the guy going anymore insane than he already is, let alone Conor being the cause of it. It didn't make sense, so, probably in a moment of bad decision making skills shining through, he discarded the thought.. for now. Blaire getting stabbed, though? That could have happened. He had seen some weird scar mark thing on her when he was undressing her, but he hadn't made a comment because of, uh, more pressing matters? He was a teenage boy with an erection and a willing hot chick! What the hell could someone expect him to do? Stop and ask right then? Please. But, now, he had already lost his libido and –
“~Exit Conor!~
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 8:01 pm
__________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ - Eleanor 'Ellie' Vatonage, Rune Vatonage, & Blaire Vatonage - __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Blaire didn't need to be told twice, of course with the hell let loose, it probably wasn't a bad reminder. The girl was about to move before Yoakim's rage shifted to Conor and promptly kicking him out. Perfect. Any sound that was about to come out of her mouth was silenced ahead of time by the glare Ellie shot her way. When your passive sister was looking almost possesed at you, you know you screwed up. Problem is, Blaire didn't do much. Just be caught having sex with a guy everyone thought was dead. Oh yes, and accepting his proposal. Nothing serious. At all. Of course that last part was best to leave out. "Blaire!" Ellie's third yell was what finally got the teenager to head to her room and change. Eleanor had finally managed to calm Rune's curiosity and was working on calming Willhelm. What the hell had just happened? Did Blaire lie to them? You couldn't really fake that kind of depression but... Ellie sighed as she set her son down gently in his crib. A hand went to press her forehead lightly. This little event had given her quite the headache, and it wasn't over yet. She moved back to Rune, getting the toddler to go back to sleep with time. By now Blaire was, fully dressed, sitting at the edge of her bed and dreading the moment that door opened. She, didn't really have a defense. And seeing Yoakim like that did scare her a bit. They were mad... Stopping at her sister's door, Ellie waited for her husband to return before sighing again and slightly tilting her head at the door's direction. She wasn't going in there first, and Yoakim probably had something to say.
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 5:36 pm
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 4:00 pm
 Daffodil was so~ excited to be here this year! You have no idea how sad she was when she had discovered that Rune Vatonage had left the island with her mother. It wasn't fair that adults got to call the shots when kids just had to come along. But it was okay, because she was back, and she brought a little brother with her~ Daffodil flew to Rune's room first. She was so happy the little girl was back, she made sure to give her a really nice gift. She set down a large box, all decorated with pretty ribbons, next to Rune's bed where she was sure she would see it the moment she woke up. It was filled with sweets and pretty toys, like a toy rabbit. She adjusted the bow on the box before hurrying over to where Wilhelm slept. Next to his crib, she set a similar box down on the floor. It also contained candy (he could share with Rune!) and squishy building blocks, along with a stuffed elephant. Oh, it made her so happy to think of all the fun they'd have playing together~ And then she hurried out, before she was seen by either slumbering child.
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