ALL SHE LOVED SHE LOVED ALONE — open, fight

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    she wakes up to pains. cramps swell, blossom open and send her nerves into a frantic flurry of brief agony chicagocrimes huffs and blinks, sluggishly, before twin orbs of iris peer up above the branches of the tree she's nested under. it's still dark-- or at least, it looks like it's still dark. she has trouble telling, the snow gets in the way of things. quarter-sized frost-laden puffs drift down in feathery clumps and petal the landscape, whispering chilly, horrible, kisses against the thin hairs of her coat. the aches merely make things worse for her. god, what she'd give to be in her bed or the fucking village for that matter. a soft bubble of curses strings from her mouth and the woman hauls herself onto her feet before pushing up against the wintry trunk. she looks down at her stomach, a paw drifting over the tiny bump. "whatcha wake me up fer, scrubs?' she whispers to thin air. she knows she's too early to be in the "kicking" stage, chica's gone down this road before, but the idea of her children forcing her out of sleep is an entertaining one. beside, it's a distraction from the damned winds.

    jade was tired. lack of sleep seemed to cause that, buy the well known insomniac had learned to deal. the hidden princess had leaped down the the low branch she chose to rest in, her long fur shaking out the small bits of fur, huffing as thr cold began to nip at her paws, and face. did she ever mention that she absolutely fucking hated the cold? to an extent of course, as the hateful wolf seemed to love the rain, but snow? she hated that shit with a passion.


    stretching out her stiff body, the princess dipped her head under some brush, where she had been under, noticing chica up, and arguing quietly to herself. psrt of her wondered about what, but the other part of her just wanted to make sure that he lover was doing okay. despite all of their problems they were going through, jade still deeply loved chica and would do anything to make sure she was alright.


    "hey, you alright?" the cold tone was oddly soft and comforting, as she took a seat beside chica, her eyes seemingly softening, despite them always being rough; and frigid.

    "hey, you alright?"

    her eyes sidle into a face sculpted of fire and brimstone, chafed by torrid winds but still burning, burning, burning with life and passion. passion for her and her only. moments ago she was freezing but now- now the thought of that, the sight of that, warms her, burns her, threatens to smolder her to bits of ash and dust, sets her belly ablaze, her abdomen on fire--


    guilt has never hit her so hard. this is the first time they've faced each other solely, alone together, since their argument and her attack, when jade was all bloody and bruised and beaten and hurting, chica- chicagocrimes's time and compassion was worked into a stranger meant to relieve the stress and the problems that gradually entwined itself into her relationship with the woman before her. stress and problems that've been overcome in the later dates of their lives if she merely had the patience, the discipline. but she didn't. under the heavy-lidded, innocent, stare of her lover, she burns for her sins, for her unvoiced sins. 'i'm fine-" her tongue starts to fold around the lie, stops. changes it's mind. "actually, i've been crampin'," her hand slinks away from her stomach, comes to knead the cold, cold, ground. she turns towards her girlfriend, her trusting, beautiful, girlfriend, her other half, and a confession baits her breath, "'m pregnant." why she says it now, in this shitshow they've all run into, she will never know. perhaps it's the tension hanging over her head, over everyone's head, and the sweet, sweet, wish for release, for things to be out there in case the worst possible thing happens.

    pregnant.


    that one word caught her off guard more than anything. she was just about call out her lover on her bullshit lie about being okay, but then she clearly changed her mind talking about cramping and...pregnancy. jade knew damn well she could not get chicago pregnant, so what the fuck did she mean? "you're...pregnant?" the words felt weird rolling off her tongue, and at first she wanted to ask if she was okay, but quickly jade became consumed by her own anger, only italian curse words coming out of her mouth. "fottutamente incinta ?! are you fucking kidding me, chicago? who in the hell did you sleep with when i left that you are all of a sudden pregnant? and i swear to every god that is worshipped that if you lie to me, ill fucking kill you! so you better tell me right fucking now, who the father is!" jade did not mean to be so rude, but she could not help herself. she had been cheated on. and that just... it was just not right. and to make things all worse, jade had no clue that the one who had ripped off the wing on her other body, had gotten her girlfriend pregnant.

    her anger is a flash flood- it comes fast, quick, hard, and yanks her down to her belly- chicagocrimes flinches back. she expects anger, hostility- by god, she'd have acted no different but damn if her mental walls don't crumble. the woman finds herself staring up into eyes that formerly hooded passion and lax comfort, now storm ferocity and- and hurt. she did that, she did that. chicagocrimes state of health depletes in a mere blink of an eye, shoulders falling and features ashen. horrible, awful, emotions swell within the gut of her core and eyes burn bright with broken promises. "jade-" the name parts past swollen lips, a soft prayer crafted from a sinner's tongue and thoughts, not long ago nice and orderly, run rampantly with the chaos she's unfolded. jade is asking for the father's name- why? why does she need to know? what will she do to him if she tells? hurt him? the idea makes her insides squeeze. no, no, she can't do that, it's not his fault, none of it is- it's hers, all hers. jade doesn't need to know who, not yet, no. "jade, im sorry, i-" the devil chokes on her words as she realizes that no apologies, no excuses, can fix this. this is a stain on her record, on their record, forever. she did this, she did this to them.


    part of her was still in fucking shock. she couldnt believe this happened again. for the third time in her miserable fucking life she had been cheated on. this was gonna fucking be the death of her. even though she still had a look of pure anger on her face, tears came streaming, staining her brown fur, and she looked at chicago who was trying to apologise. "i must have a fucking sign on me that says "look at me, im a fucking stupid bitch who can be cheated on"! gods what the fuck did i do to deserve this?! i cant just be happy, can i? well you know what, have fucking fun." she snarled, her rough, yet dainty paw wiping off her tears amd she turned off, dipping into the territory.

    everything had escalated so quickly, there was no build up, it all blew up in her face at the snap of a finger. explanations curl on her tongue-tip, the need to make things better ballooning within her. "no, i-" and then jade is crying, she made her cry. guilt and shame overpower everything else. pain unfurls across her ribcage, teeth peeking behind trembling lips while galaxy-laden eyes witness her lovers disappearance into the bushes and cold, black drop of setting and then chica is alone in the void. her stomach feels like it's carrying stones, so heavy they drop down to her toes and through the torrent of her own feelings, anger of her own blossoms. the beast snarls, dragging a ginger paw roughly across her snout and eyes. her face, her head burns, aches. "god damn it, the creature blubbers into her trembling palm, "god fucking damn it. idiot. she's a fucking idiot! a dumb cunt, a stupid son of a bitch, a fucking whore, a nasty ass slu-


    a paw rests against her shoulder and she reacts timely, jerking away from the touch of someone she doesn't quite recognize. their blue eyes are blotchy with sleep but also rounded with concern, concern for her, and their mouth moves but no sound comes out. chicagocrimes can merely stare, blinking purple eyes into a squint and the feline repeats their words which float up to her water-bogged ears like some dead ugly sea creatures. "are you okay?" no, no, she's not, she's not. she's fucked everything up, she's fucked everyone up, jade hates her, how can she be- their mouth moves again. "do you need a doctor?" confusion floods her senses. what? why? the beast blinks slowly, reality sinks in, the trees return and large ears catch the soft drip, drip, drip of splattering crimson, the burning sensation dotting her muzzle- she's dug her claws into her feathered skin.


    the cat asks her if she's okay again.


    lie, lie, lie through your teeth. the thought immediately connects, her jaws lolling open. "I'm fine." chicagocrimes snaps her teeth, pushing away from the nosy sanctuarian with a furtive amethyst glare. she had been so locked into the conversation with jade, she forgot how populated the surrounding area was and narrowed eyes glance about to catch more tired but curious onlookers, undeniable witnesses to her misfortunes.

    /opening it!

    He hadn't seen them or heard them. He'd been sleeping, as was expected. He slept a lot these days when he didn't have anything better to do. But Genesis was always awake, it seemed. And now she was prodding him mentally, stirring into his dreams and wakening him without moving from her perch. He blinks in confusion, then glances up at the snowy owl and he understands. What he doesn't understand is why she had woken him. That is, until he sees Chicagocrimes standing off to the side, looking incredibly distressed. Immediately the boy is on his feet, taking long strides and almost sprinting to her. He can't help the worry. Can't help the concern when he sees the blood. Someone is asking her if she's okay, if she needs assistance and Threefold pushes them aside, not particularly rough but hard enough that the person moves. Just walk away, bud. Whoever it was does without more than an irritated glance. And Three is left staring at his closest friend, wanting to know what had happened, why she was upset but mostly how he could fix it. He wanted to fix it. Fix her. Fix everything. He couldn't stand that she was upset and he had no idea what to do. And where the hell was Genesis? Why did he have to be fucking mute? multicolored ears flickered beneath his hood as he recalled he'd had telepathy once upon a time. He didn't use it much because it felt weirdly intimate so he just let Ragnorak speak. Now he doesn't care. He attempts to mentally reach her, "What's wrong? What can I do?" He didn't care if she wanted to be left alone, if she didn't want any attention brought to her. He was going to do something even if it pissed her off.

    "Three's Speech" "Three's Thoughts"  "Genesis' Speech""Genesis' Thoughts"

    "IT'S A LONG WAY UP WHEN YOU'VE HIT THE GROUND" & TAGS

    MAYBE THE WORLD ISN'T CRAZY

    kokuryu xerses fazbear / the sanctuary / [♂] / tags & information

    *:･ﾟ✦ Honestly, Kokuryu kindof knew this fight was coming after seeing his mother so distraught the other day. Quietly the kitsune approached, however, his main concern was that his mother was bleeding - he wasn't going to harass her about anything else, she didn't need it - although he imagined he'd see Jade creeping around sometime soon... she'll be wanting to know who the father is, and he could imagine she won't stop until she knows.


    Turning his attention back to Chicagocrimes, his expression didn't change, but he reached out a paw towards her - offering a plain white piece of fabric. "Here. Sorry I'm no professional." he offered, hoping that she'd accept it - otherwise he just wanted to give her space, and hoped everyone else would too.


    "Speech."

    MAYBE IT'S YOU AND I

    desperation and concern reaches her net of thoughts and a voice, one she hasn't heard in oh so long, connects. her head turns and eyes of deep space stare into a flood of green. threefold ghosting at her side in her moment of weakness and despite the pain lancing through the cave of her mind, nostalgia nibbles at her. it's almost like when they were kids, where they laid their troubles out and overcame them together. almost, for now what spews past thin lips are vague, "i fucked up, i fucked up." the beast pulls away from his piercing gaze and ruby-red eyes catch kokuryu. anger erupts at the sight of the tissue. she doesn't want comfort. she doesn't want help. she wants everyone to fuck off. but this is her son and her best friend. she can't say that to either of them, they mean too much to her. so shaky fingers extend and knit the white cloth in gunmetal claws, press it against the blossoming scratches burdening her muzzle and eyes squeeze shut against the looming threat of tears, ignore the harrowing stares. her tongue whispers thank you.