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    Niamh Tolan ![hr]Chimera
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    Despite his promise she still felt wary on the matter. She searched his eyes, but gave in with a sigh. "...We can try," she muttered showing her uneasiness. Truthfully she found herself believing his every word. She believed he would keep them safe, but that didn't keep her mind from running away to the worst case scenario. Matters weren't helped any considering her mind wasn't usually welcome in most places, the Underworld included.


    Doing her best to breath she moved forward to bury her face in his chest. The night she had left him alone in the hotel room it had been out of fear. Fear of herself, fear of him, being close. Now, being close- and sober - that fear had dissipated. She was fine with being pushed away, but for the moment she needed to be held.
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    Feeling her warmth leave his grasp the male whimpered searching for the young woman. "...Ash," He wriggled across the surface of her bed in search of her figure. After a few moments he managed to calm down without her by his side, although it was still a restless slumber.[Rushed]

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    DESTROY !
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    IF WE COULD ONLY HAVE THIS LIFE FOR ONE MORE DAY
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    Niamh Tolan ![hr]Chimera
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    Hearing the younger woman's voice she turned offering up a fragmented smile. Her last remark left her laughing to some degree, murmuring a quick, "T-thanks," she took her words in a friendly manner.


    As Ashton's sister moved from the room her attention reverted to the lad beside her. A short yawn found its way to the surface leaving her to revel in just how exhausted she was. "Oops, sorry," the faintest dusting of colour attacking her cheeks. The shifter wrung her wrists until there was the beginnings of a burning sensation. "... I... I appreciate what you're doing for me, us. It's nice to feel like I have some support with this," 'This' being the pregnancy, in not being the only odd one. "But, I think need to go home." To prove her pint another yawn slipped out. It was what, about five in the evening, but it felt more like nine or ten. The sky almost completely dark in the dead of winter.
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    The smell of the soup seemed to be the first thing to pull him from the uncomfortable depths of slumber, the second being the sound of movement around him. This meant one thing: Ashlee had returned. Now, deep azure eyes flicked open. The lad blinked slowly gazing up at the ceiling before allowing his head to flop simply to he side where he promptly found himself staring at a shirtless woman. His face instantaneously burst into flames and shut his eyes. It seemed filthy to gaze upon the unknowing woman. Brilliant plan he feigned sleep. One issue with the plan, his face was beet red.


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    She caught the flicker of movement out of the corner of her eye as he fidgeted. She opened her mouth to say something, but the feline side to her became distracted repealing the words. Niamh reached a hand out grasping her hand in his. "Stop," she smiled. It was a tender smile filled with all the warmth he seemed to bring to her. That said it once again became an easier situation to form coherent thoughts, not just attack her baby-daddy's hand like an overgrown kitten.


    She lightly clear her throat, "It's alright. I'm perfectly able to walk myself home." She felt odd having someone look after her in such a manner. "Plus, it seems the two of you have a house guest." She nodded to where his sister had disappeared to moments before. In a moments whim she reach upwards and pressed a feathery kiss to his cheek. "...Thank you."
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    Subconsciously he nuzzled her hand where it lay on his forehead allowing his eyes to open once again. "Morning," he smiled faintly up at her. It took every fiber of his being not to flinch at the scratchy note in his voice. The colour seemed to begin to faintly recede as he 'woke up'. It felt like lead weights were still attached to his eyes, but the pain had dulled significantly in the short amount of time he had slept. The Faoladh couldn't help but admire the way the crimson coloured jacket made her eyes seemingly glow. He mentally shook his head, ridding the thought.


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    Between the two most important woman in his life the usual light hearted kink in his lips was currently pressed in a thin line, his waning expression only seemed to frown as she spoke. First about her weight, then about Micah- some one of which he had already done a number on after he had been told about the little one going between he and Ara - and the night before. Truth be told both issues filled him to the brim with fear. Either he could lose her now or he could have lost her earlier. If anything ever happened to her... Well, he wasn't sure what he would do. For the time being he would do his best to hold her up. To keep her above the water even if it meant he would drowning himself.


    The athletes grip on the petite lass grew eventually turning into him pulling her into his lap. Her touch sent his heart into fits every time. What really caught him off guard was her next question. He gazed down at her with wide, hazel eyes. "Why do I love you?" He repeated breathlessly, stunned. Her gentler voice caused his heart to shatter on impact. Who wouldn't love such a woman?


    For a long moment he watched her with a glazed over gaze. It was as if his brain and mouth weren't able to work in sync. For once she had brought about an air of speachlessness. "Well," he cleared his throat. From the roots of his hair to the base of his neck a rosiness had settled in quite nicely and it wasn't inconspicuous, either. "I love you for you. The way your smile seems to glow like all the stars in the night sky. The way I can say close to any thing around you and you listen without embarrassing myself I love you for all your quirks. For your understated elegance. I love you for your laugh... For how you make me feel." He paused looking away sheepishly. "I have for a while now. Before you came along I didn't really care where I was going in life. If I became a bum, so be it. You brought something to me, something large enough to spark who I really was back to life. I love and admire you for your strength."


    She had gone through so much in her life. So many obstacles he wished he could have hidden her away from. Reflecting upon herself she may have seen a young, broken girl. All of that changed in his eyes. He saw an graceful and strong character. One that he often found himself learning something new from. With every passing day. He didn't see some shattered figure, instead Miles saw a woman no in need of fixing, rather confidence. He watched her for a reaction. Her beautiful self. "So..Yeah," his flushed expression only increased.



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    It took a long moment to reply finding comfort in the lowness of his voice. Even before he had spoken she had known it had been Mase just by the way the bed seemed to bend beneath his weight. Her eyes were held shut tightly, the duvet clenched in the dancers fist. "Migraine," she flinched. He was right, it did seem to go beyond that. A pounding within her skull was only the beginning of it.


    After another break in talk she didn't turn her head to face the love of her life. Instead she left her face buried in the comfort of the bed. It felt childish, but we all need that innocent feeling once and again. "What if this doesn't go well?" She spoke in a small voice. Despite her usual soft tone it almost always held emotion behind it, not weakness. "What if Miles lashes out again?" Anxiety began to build up behind the curtains for a decent amount of time. Not so much about herself, but the on goings around her. Her breath hitched in her deep within her esophagus. Her what if questions could have gone on for hours, if not days, ranging from Mason himself, to her brother, although most of which focused on the younger woman, Ara. After so long the brunette could no longer bend. Always imagining herself as a pillar she finally crumbled beneath the weight of her world.


    Unbeknownst to the action she had befun to hyperventilate. It felt wrong. She shouldn't have been so upset, yet, she was.



    [I appreciate it, thank you, Porcelain. I really truly appreciate it. Glarb, I am so ready to get back into this thread... I have missed it. C':
    Forgive me if their a bit out of tune, I just have to find them again~ ] [/size][/justify]


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    "Pinky promise," she grinned holding up the pinky from her free hand. Her hand squeezed his one last time before she stepped out into the blissful winters night. The ground was slick with watered down snow, browning, and a thin sheets of ice. Besides this it hadn't taken long for the Chimera to return to her shared apartment. With little surprise she found herself alone within the tiny confinements. Probably out at the bar, a pass time she craved, but wouldn't introduce her child to such harm. Instead she found herself in bed with a face full of pillow. She managed to send Ashton and quick message, reassuring her safe pillage home.
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    "I'm sure," he grunted stiffly moving to sit himself up his weight distributed by the pillows. He shook his head at her concern. "Don't worry, Miss Winters, I'm tougher than I look." It was a broken attempt at humor dished out with a goofy grin that didn't quite meet his eyes. The man he'd back a groan reaching a hand out for the bowl. It was one thing he felt he could do for himself other than feel like a helpless pup.[Rushed, time skip whenever, if you'd like. :)]

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    It was all she could do to remove her shoes and crawl beneath the covers. Niamh hadn't bothered to set an alarm for the next morning. She would already be up long before what was needed to get herself ready for the day. For the time being she let her eyes fall shut with the plastic cellular device clenched within her first.


    The guess that she would have been up early was correct. By eight o'clock sharp the young Chimera had already found herself visiting the restroom, twice. Afterwards she had curled up on her side, which is where she lay currently, beneath the thin confinements of a fleece blanket. Just as she had fallen asleep the night before her phone was in her fist residing beside her head. Her other arms was lazily slung across her stomach. She lay in a fresh pair of pajama pants along with an over-sized sweatshirt. Dark chocolate locks were in total disarray around her head.
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    "No," the wolf-man shot down almost instantly. His arm extended to the now empty bowl beside the bed on her night stand. With his other free hand he slid it across the surface of the blankets to her own, panic visible in his dark four-day gaze. Realizing what he had done he clear his throat, visibly flushing once more, but his hand stayed locked around her own. His skin had become rough and calloused over the many years of serving. But it was warm and gentle to the touch. "Please, don't leave me." Oisin pleaded. If she left he was susceptible to the night, to the darkness and the shadows. Furthermore, nightmares. "Please don't...." His voice trailed off, eyes dropping against the sudden weights attached.

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    The glare of the morning sun against the fresh snow caused Niamh to grimace and roll over to hide her face in the cushion. A heavy groaned pushed past her lips. Being around Ashton, the warm honey glow of his eyes, haunted her mind and for a moment she found herself in a slightly better place. The way his hands felt against her own. She smiled stupidly into the cushion a ruby glow adorning her cheeks. She turned her head to the phone in her hand contemplating sending the blonde a good morning message of sort. In the end she groaned and shoved it away. They would be seeing each other soon enough, but that still did ease the need.
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    The comforting notion causing a tugging sensation at his lips. It took a moment for him to process her words, but eventually nodded. Her scent engulfed his senses, an intoxicating array of what he could only depict to be the warmth of cinnamon highlighted in something much sweeter. As fragile as a baby bird, but bold enough to be be noticed.


    "Much," he spoke with an underlying huskiness. The panick faded from view as his eyes fell shut once more. A relaxed sigh escaped his lips feeling sleeps grasp on his consciousness pulling him under.

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    For a long moment she reveled in the soothing flow of his voice. "H-hi," Niamh grimaced at the crackling of her voice. This wasn't a call in the sake of earning his pity. No, but that didn't mean they didn't have things to discuss. The young human clear her throat lightly. "Hi," she repeated with a little more confidence this time around. A breath fell past her lips in the way of a shaky sigh. "My name is Niamh, we met some time ago in a tavern on Gleason and Fifth." She clenched her puffy hazel in an attempt.to focus herself. "Are you free? There's a matter I think it will I'd be wise if we discussed in person." She took her lip between her teeth awaiting the fellows response.
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    The Irishman stood stick as a board unable to move as if her voice had somehow frozen his entire being. The Sidhe. His heart rapped against his chest even when she had managed to find peace. It took a large amount to scare the lad, yet she had managed to do so in under a minute. "...Why does it matter?" His voice trembled managing to find his voice. Azure eyes narrowed gazing back to the waters below. [Rushed]


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    [size=7pt][color=white][crapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrap! My apologies, Gale! I lost the thread, thank you for bumping it, but I'm sorry for my incompetence. I'm terrible at this, I'm sorry! Multitasking has never been my forte....]

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    [size=7pt]Just barely nineteen, Aisling may look dark and mysterious, often pushing people away, but behind his looks he is a bright and bubbly character with a few secrets up his sleeve. Let's just say he hasn't exactly lived a normal life. It is a rare moment to catch this creature without a goofy, lopsided grin tugging at his lips.


    Irish folklore spoke of a man turned wolf. A gentle giant found to protect children along injured spirits[physically and occasionally mentally]. They called this creature a Faoladh. Yeah, well, one of the remaining descendents of this blood line just so happens to be Aisling. So, when this Irishman sets his sights on Kyle there is no turning back.[/size][/justify]


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    A breath in the form of a shaky sigh brushed past her lips meaning one thing: she had almost given in. "Alright," the woman pushed back another sigh. It was a common habit, sighing. She she would have gratefully knocked back a few of the pills offered had he not been so insistant. "Thank you, I appreciate it, but I'm fin,. really." The ribbon eyed woman bit her lip slightly. "Don't worry about it." In the scheme of things the world was a never ending cycle of "go, go, go" meaning the brother and sister duo before her most likely had places to go and people to see- being a new college student had pointed out the fact to her. Her words gave off delicate undertone of this, almost urging them to go.


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    After a moment of hesitation she realized she was gradually being pulled across the sidewalk by the bright eyed girl and allowed her. She slowly took step after step not making it known vocal she had given in, although it was spread thickly across her face. He could feel triumphant. Although he should just thanking his lucky stars that he had mentioned food... And a sofa, as she felt exhausted. The girl seemed to be a nice touch as well her words bringing the whisper of a smile tugging at her lips.


    The espresso-haired teen stuck her lip out, pouting to a very minor degree. "I don't even know your names," Evelyn uttered. It didn't settle well with her being worn down into submission.


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    IC;;


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    ...Sure! Can you start, please? c:
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    Niamh Tolan ![hr]Human
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    Niamh nervously took her bottom lip between her teeth. "The bookstore on Eighty-nineth and Broadway?" It was the only place she found herself able to fathom on a moments whim. The hand holding the phone to her quivered unsteady like causing the human woman to remove her grasp. Her hands went to her lap holding the device between her shoulder and ear.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 250px; letter-spacing:5px][align=center][font=bookman oldstyle][color=white]Oisin Braniff ![hr]Faoladh
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    The muscles along his spin seemed to visibly stiffen at her last remark, but all to quickly he had managed to mask his discomfort. "...Because we did," his voice was nothing more than a whisper. All, but he himself. They were generally a rather timid race. So, as he spoke he found anxiety bubbling up t the surface in heaping portions.


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    Niamh Tolan ![hr]Chimera
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    Niamh groaned and rolled over from her perch in the loveseat as her phone buzzed. Her face was contorted into a grimace peeling her eyes open to the bright light of the device and from there the message. A slight smile turned her lips. She shook her head and replied with a simple, Morning, charming the pet name coming as a second thought. She hesitantly pressed 'send' and went about her morning. It was ten o'clock meaning time to begin the day. The day of her first ultrasound whether he was taking her to a nonhuman hospital or not.
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    "...Heard that," the man grunted tightening his grip on the woman beside him. At one point or another he had rolled over onto his side allowing her more room. His voice was husky with sleep as he moved to bury his face in her hair. "We are not werewolves. Werewolves involve territory and hierarchy don't Faoladh are different." He grumbled, well versed in the matter. Even early in the mornings Oisin didn't have to think about such matters to recite them. Murky cobalt eyes remained hidden from view keeping his eyes shut.

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    A bit on the wary side she found herself deciding against putting food in her system and went to bathe before dressing in a new outfit- a maroon coloured dress that seemed to fall just above her knees, a plain pair of ebony leggings, and a scuffed pair of boots. Simple, but warm. After the fact she stumbled back to the sofa and wearily plopped down.[rushe]
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    Another grunt echoed from with in his chest enjoying the feeling of her by his side. It wasn't until the sounds if the door opening did he finally open his eyes, a stormy azure. His grasp on Ashlee fell to ruins as he slowly got up from the bed showing his stiffness. A low growl was emitted, snarling at the stranger. In this state the similarities between the siblings were all but present. "Who the hell do you think you are to talk to her that way?" His eyes narrowed staring down the man.

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    IC;;
    The raggedy ghost-type trainer found himself huffing another breath trying to calm his rising frustration with the marionette Pokemon. "Banette," he hissed once more. When the creature refused to budge once more, he spun on his heel and traipsed towards the Eevee evolution. He didn't bother to ask for a name or even look in the young trainers direction. Instead he took the Leafeon in his arms with a delicate touch. One that some one may not realize the otherwise gruff man could managed. He murmured a low word into its ear holding it close to his chest completely oblivious to the onset of her tantrum.


    "Let's go," he grunted beginning the hike out if the forest. The Pokemon needed help something only a center could give.


    OOC;;


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    DESTROY !
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    IC;;
    The icy trainer huffed out a shark breath, "This is about you right now. " At this rate he wasn't sure if the grass type would make it out of the forest breathing. "You need to pick up the pace," Xion snapped with a sudden ice rage. It was quiet yet all the more violent. That said he was practically running through his previous footsteps through the trees. Something he would come to regret later, but as he said, this wasn't about her, it wasn't about him, it was about the Leafeon cradled like a child in his arms.


    The Banette, on the other hand, grumbled something to the woman and tugged on the springy coloured fabric of her dress. Concern written blatantly across it's scarlet gaze as he urged her to move.


    What had really done in Xion was the same thing bothering the grass trainer. In all his days the marionette Pokemon had been attached to his hip. In those many hours, minutes, seconds no single trained had been allowed to touch, let along be near his friend. With the creature no longer at his side a sudden anxiety over took him despite Xion's trying to shove it back.
    OOC;;


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    DESTROY !
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    IF WE COULD ONLY HAVE THIS LIFE FOR ONE MORE DAY
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    IC;;
    The world always seemed to interest Aisling, maybe it was in his genes being of Faoladh decent. The way people acted, how emotions worked. It was fascinating. The recently immigrated Irishman stood on the edge of a local park gazing around him at the human mother's herding their children away from the duck pond or pushing their darlings on the swings, to the couple's holding hands. It was only after a pang of jealousy stabbed his heart that he looked away. A deep sigh flew past his lips stuffing the emotion deep down within him. He wanted what he couldn't have.


    The sun had begun the slow decent across the azure sky. The sun was an icy ball in the sky. As he turned away from the scene he caught a scent. A sudden intoxicating smell he could define. The dark haired lad spun in his heel, ebony eyes taking over his surroundings. It was only then that his narrowed eyes caught. His silhouette against the sun, a lad he would soon know as Kyle. "...Hey, wait!" He called with neither a frown or smile on his face chasing after the young man


    OOC;;
    [Sorry, craptastic and rushed....]
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