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Post by Poison Flower on Jan 12, 2007 17:34:18 GMT -5
Bree was laying there on her couch. The place was a mess. Bree looked like she was a zombie. She seemed so tired and so dead. Bree coughed slightly. There was feathers, dishes, and glass all over the place. She had taken a huge fit when Con had left. Atleast her children were far away for a little while. They wouldn't be coming back for a while...thank god for grandma's. Bree was wear a white v-neck sweater and jeans. Bree closed her eyes. Her cheeks were stained with tears.
How long had Bree been like this? Well it's probably been three weeks since she had been laying on the couch. It had been atleast a month. Bree had just shut down.
She had put so much effort into trying to help him...and then he throws it all away. Bree started to cry again. She would atleast cry 5 times a day, depending if she had the energy too. She was literally killing herself over this.
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Post by Dani on Jan 18, 2007 23:22:47 GMT -5
(Slap me with an iron skillet >> Pardon shortness >> brain is fried)
It had been a long time since he had seen anybody. He had gone back to his normal days, thinking about the good ol' days and her. He grimaced and licked his chops. Stretching and pushing himself from his spot and walked down a familiar lane. His eyes trailing to the apartment building as he stepped up to the door and reached his hand to the door but recoiled back. He heaved a deep sigh and pinned his ears against his skull. Slowly he knocked on the door three times and he waited. He didn't know how she was fairing right now, but he wished he had came sooner. But he was here now and that was all it mattered.
"Bree? Bree, are you in there?"
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Post by Poison Flower on Jan 19, 2007 16:12:38 GMT -5
Bree laid there, in complete silence. She coughed softly. She was so weak, the lack of food and the lack of sleep. She heard a faint knocking at the door, and she heard a faint voice. She just laid there, like it didn't matter who was at the door. She closed her eyes. She would have gotten up to open the door but she just couldn't move. There was feathers in her hair, and her hair was greasy. She hadn't even taken a shower! Bree was wearing her pink nightgown that she was wearing the day Con had left her, it came just to her knees in length. It was silky and had a feathery/furry like substance lining the bottom of the gown. The pink ribbons that were once in her hair had fallen to the floor to join the rest of the mess she made.
As Aron knocked on the door it opened slightly. The moment he would walk in he would see broken glass and feathers everywhere.
Ooc||As long as you replied I'm happy ^o^
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Post by Dani on Jan 23, 2007 21:28:28 GMT -5
When the door opened, he became worried and slowly opened it more. As he walked inside, he saw broken glass and feathers everywhere. He froze slightly and turned his attention to the couch as he saw Bree laying there. His eyes widen looking at her state and he shut the door behind him as he stepped in. Slowly he walked over to her and picked her up as he eyed her slightly. Carrying her in his arms as he walked to her bedroom and put her on the bed and softly he spoke to her as he sat down beside her.
"What the hell has gotten into you?"
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Post by Poison Flower on Jan 24, 2007 15:50:49 GMT -5
Bree heard foosteps lightly move across her floor. She didn't move. If it was an axe murderer, than bring on the murder! She didn't care anymore. She opened her eyes, seeing a shadow in the hallway. That shadow looked familiar. She slowly closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She soon released it. She heard the footsteps get closer and closer to her. She slowly opened her eyes to see Aroniti. She would have smiled, she would have said hello. But she couldn't...it hurt too much to talk. All because she dragged herself down into this weak state where she couldn't even move anymore.
She flinched slightly when she lifted her from the couch. What was he going to do with her? She stared up at him with her lifeless eyes. She slowly closed her eyes, not caring what was going to happen. She just listened to his breathing, and his foosteps. She took in his scent, it hadn't change since the last time they met. She then felt herself being lowered, onto something very soft. She slowly opened her eyes. She was in her room now.
She heard him speak very softly to her. His voice hadn't change. "Aron...." she said very weakly, "he...gave up on....not only himself....but me....and Lia....and Arsen" She closed her eyes. "All...all...all that work....for what?" she winced with pain, "just to be let down..."
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Post by Dani on Feb 6, 2007 18:27:14 GMT -5
Aron shook his head and trailed his fingers through his hair as he heaved a deep sigh. Listening closely to what she had to say. His ears flattening against his skull as he wasn't amused by the excuse she had given. Grinding his fangs together, his tail twitched. He leaned back slightly before adjusting his torso to place a hand on the other side of her and he stared into her eyes. A firm growl escaped his throat as he decided to give her what he thought.
"So what if Con gave up on you and the kids. He threw away the most important things of his life. That is his mistake, not yours! Arsen and Lia need you so much! You let yourself go for no damn reason at all. It isn't fair to the kids! They are your main priority now, so you have no time to break yourself down like this. What ever happen to the strong woman I met? Hmm?!"
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Post by Poison Flower on Feb 7, 2007 11:32:56 GMT -5
Bree wasn't sure what to say to him. She stared into his eyes. It was evident enough that he was obviously angry with her. All she did was frown, her eyes staring into his. His seemed so life like, but her own were dull and it looked like she was dying. She was trying to think of something to say without offending him. She knew he had lost his family, so she couldn't use many excuses. She slowly closed her eyes. She was so emotionally drained, she could barely keep awake.
"I love them...with all my heart" she said, "and I was selfish and decided not to think of them. I know I shouldn't have done that, but sometimes I just need to break down enorder to get back up again..." She opened her eyes. "I know it's not fair to them, and that's why there some place safer than here...until I can get myself up again I can't have them here" she said. "And that strong girl you met before...well...she died to protect her kids" she said.
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