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Posted: Thu Oct 30, 2014 4:16 pm
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Sela's Outfit: Keeping Warm
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A soft, snowy breeze. Bone chilling cold. Gray skies and white, powdery ground. There was nothing but a desolate tundra around. Navy hair billowed around tiny shoulders as a puff of white hot hair came from between lips. The tiny figure felt the chill on their exposed skin, but was otherwise bundled up in warmth to protect themselves. A tiny hand came up, sheltering ruby eyes from the fallen ice as they squinted to make out something off in the distance. Something was coming towards them. "He-llo?" Sela's tiny voice croaked out, her vocals chords frozen from the icy winds. No response. Her tiny heartbeat increased in apprehension. Why wouldn't they answer her? Her eyes squinted a little more, trying to focus on the figure shrouded by snow.
A few minutes of nothing but the sounds of howling winds penetrated her ears. What was there? Who was there? The figure became a little larger, still shadowed by the snowfall. Slowly, her boots crunched through the snow, trudging towards the undefined figure to try and see what it was. As she drew closer, the distinct outline of ears could be seen atop the figure's head. Another few steps and yellow eyes peered through the dense wind. Who had eyes like that? Sela stopped briefly; as she did so, the figure came cantering up to her. The white fur rustled to the sway of the wind. A bushy tail swished lazily behind it and its mouth slightly agape, panting.
Sela froze. A wolf! The pure white creature stopped before her, yellow eyes fixated on her. Looking up at it, the small girl hesitated. Would it harm her? Slowly, ever so slowly, she reached out her hand to try and touch it. It's muzzle moved forward to try and reach for her touch. Suddenly, the calm yellow eyes turned bloodthirsty and red. She gasped, taking a step back. The soft breeze suddenly howled with demonic intensity, whipping her hair around her face and shoulders. The sky turned black and Sela dropped to her knees as the white wolf before her grew in size and its fur turned black. A piercing howl rang out around her, causing her to cover her ears, before it turned its gaze to her, snarling. Drool dripped from its teeth, claws digging holes into the snow. Then it lunged.
With a tormented, blood curdling scream, Sela sat up in the bed, crying the moment she opened her eyes. It was all because she talked about that nightmare. Her whole body shook violently, terrified beyond measure of the scene that played out for her once again. She just wanted the nightmares to go away! Looking around, a sense of panic gripped her. Where was she?! She wasn't at home! Where was her mommy? Sela scrambled out of the bed and curled up underneath it, shaking and whimpering out cries.
((OOC; Sorry it took me so dang long. Been doing wedding related stuff all day))
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Posted: Thu Oct 30, 2014 5:13 pm
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✗ Sela
✗ Home
✗ Is in human form
✗ Link to journal: none currently
✗ Wearing/Driving
✗ Inspiration for newest work: Long Time Coming
✗ Today's deadline: Review email of latest suggestions and criticisms of book draft
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Tyrese had gotten his tea and was sipping it as he did his book shopping online to have prepped for him in store. He drummed his fingers along the glass as his writing stilled and he stared at the page. He pushed away his current draft and rolled over to a book shelf. He pulled a leather bound notebook from amongst his reading and rolled back to his desk as he bit his lip. Slidding his fingers around a blue inked pen, he let it linger in the air before pressing the tip to the first page of the notebook.
He sighed, his mind playing over the last three days. His life was in the midst of a turbulent storm, the anticipation and unknowing at the forefront of wounds laced with pain and guilt. Just three days and his life hit another rock bottom. Would their family really honestly survive this? Could he say there was anything that could be called a 'family' to survive when he was naive and unaware of them until yesterday afternoon? He stared at the page as he began scribbling across the white surface. Where was the start of their family in the situation?
Define family. They werent living together, he didn't know about Sela and he was seperated from Lillian. Family was just a tie by blood until yesterday, they had been no more his family than he was with his own father. So...so...He just needed to write. Lillian was right about things being broken, this hadn't left his mind. Things had taken a glimpse towards recovery once he and Lillian got to talk last night, but...they hadn't made it there yet. Things settled natrually being with Sela for half a day, but by tonight he would be returning here by himself and the truth would settle in again. He didn't want to start getting his hopes high.
He'd just turned the page and continued writing when a scream made his blood run cold. He jumped, fumbling over the corner of his desk and scrambling up the stairs. "Sela?!" He hurtled through his door, seeing the covers thrown back across vacant bed sheets. His gaze feel to the crying from beneath the bed and he fell to his knees at the bed skirt, hitching it up and looking at his cowering daughter. "Sela, it's okay. Daddy's here." He held out his arms for her, trying to coax her to him. "Baby, what happened?"
『Estate #: 1504 Lumiere ┋Funds: $467.75』
『Temper┋Stress┋Happiness lvls:✎✎✎✎✎┋✎✎✎✎✎┋✎✎✎✎✎』
"My words are useless if they don't deconstruct the limitations that keep the creativity in you from flourishing." -TY Havens
Out Of Chamomile: sounds like fun
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Posted: Thu Oct 30, 2014 5:50 pm
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Sela's Outfit: Keeping Warm
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Her tiny heart hammered away at her chest, pulse racing and her eyes shut tight. Tears streamed down her face as nothing but sheer panic set in. Any normal time she screamed, her mommy would come barreling to her to find out what's wrong. That didn't happen this time. She couldn't see to remember where she was. A voice! Sela's head snapped up, eyes open when the bed skirt was lifted to reveal the man looking back at her. Petrified yellow eyes looked back at him, her breathing labored. Daddy? Slowly her wild eyes returned to the ruby they normally were. Daddy. Biting her lip, tears still running down her face, she began to crawl her way out from under the bed in his direction. The moment she was free, she threw herself into his arms, crying into his chest. "Daddy! I was so scared!" she cried, her shoulders moving up and down with her body shaking cries.
((OOC; Meh, lots of standing around))
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Posted: Thu Oct 30, 2014 6:36 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 30, 2014 6:52 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 30, 2014 9:10 pm
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✗ Sela
✗ Home -EXIT-
✗ Is in human form
✗ Link to journal: none currently
✗ Wearing/Driving
✗ Inspiration for newest work: Long Time Coming
✗ Today's deadline: Review email of latest suggestions and criticisms of book draft
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Tyrese continued to rub Sela's back, wishing he could say something more to help comfort her. "It's alright, Daddy's here." He repeated every few seconds until she began to pull away. He looked down at her and nodded shortly, trying to dry her face. "Yeah, let's to see Mommy for a while." He grabbed Mister Rex, her book, and her chess board for the car ride, carrying Sela on his hip as he grabbed his cell phone out of his office. He grabbed his keys and Sela's backpack beside the garage door, locking it on their way out and slipping Sela into the passengers seat once he climbed into the car. "Buckle up, hun. We'll try to stick around until mommy goes to lunch." He sighed, placing her things at her feet to snap his own seatbelt and start the car. He opened the garage, looking over his shoulder as he pulled out of the driveway.
『Estate #: 1504 Lumiere ┋Funds: $467.75』
『Temper┋Stress┋Happiness lvls:✎✎✎✎✎┋✎✎✎✎✎┋✎✎✎✎✎』
"My words are useless if they don't deconstruct the limitations that keep the creativity in you from flourishing." -TY Havens
Out Of Chamomile: and now I got caught up decorating the church for Halloween.
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Posted: Thu Oct 30, 2014 9:20 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2014 1:47 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2014 3:23 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2014 3:37 pm
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Lillian's Outfit: Professional ║ Sela's Outfit: Keeping Warm
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Once he was clear of her door, she leaned in, reaching for his phone and closed the door softly so not to wake Sela up. Following up behind him, she crouched down, balancing on the balls of her feet as she tucked the phone away. "Don't get discouraged about what she said, alright? She's just confused and probably a little scared; they were said in the heat of the moment," she paused as she ran a hand along his black fur, a sad smile upon her face. "Although, I think it would be best if you don't come around for a few days, just to let her cool off and let me talk to her." It sounded harsh and it hurt her to say it after the already large gap between them, but it was for the best. Sela needed time to process. She needed to understand what has been, and what will happen to her. Lillian let her hand slip away, gripping his phone and setting it beside him. "I'll let you know when things have cooled off." She stood and walked back to her car.
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Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2014 4:41 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2014 5:35 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2014 9:04 pm
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✗ N/a
✗ Home. -EXIT-
✗ Is in human form
✗ Link to journal: none currently
✗ Wearing/Driving
✗ Inspiration for newest work: Long Time Coming
✗ Today's deadline: Review email of latest suggestions and criticisms of book draft
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Tyrese sat shivering with his bare skin pressed to the door as he leaned against it. He pulled his legs to his chest, throwing his phone across the floor as a garbled sob silently escaped his lips. Did he really call himself being a father today or was he just stupid?! He should have known this was a bad idea, he couldn't go from being a solitary bachelor one day to a perfect parent in the next. He shouldn't have had sex with Lillian, shouldn't have woken up at her home, and more than anything he shouldn't have been playing f*cking pretend. Had he been that buried in the romanticism of thinking they could make this all work? How? How was this supposed to start, because today was just another screw up.
He felt lower than low, ashamed of his own pitiful sobs echoing through the room. This silence! Dammit, he just couldn't be alone right now. No, he didn't want to be around anyone right now. He didn't even know anymore. If someone just told him what he was supposed to do to make this right he'd do it. He wasn't inspecting instant anything, but if something could just go right to show this wasn't some vain hopeless act he'd take it. Inhaling heavily, he pushed his hair back as he inched himself gradually up the door until he was steady on his feet. Spending a few days away seemed sensible, but it felt wrong somehow. Was he running away again? He wasn't a child looking to take the easy way out, he was an adult grasping at nothing but straws.
Wiping his face slowly, he lingered on the wall a few minutes more. Okay, he cried and felt bad for himself...now what was he really supposed to do? He was miserable but that was to be expected, and for a long while he was going to be wounded and hear some true but hurtful things for a while. He was a big boy, he could press through it. But, geez, what was he supposed to do here? He wasn't sure if Lillian knew either. Maybe it was time for a serious talk for once, one where they wernt drunk on wine or lust or some other emotion. He sighed weakly, shaking slightly as his tears renewed themselves. Walking upstairs, he lumbered into his closet and dressed in new clothes. Finding his phone and packing his keys, he left his home with the door slamming behind him.
『Estate #: 1504 Lumiere ┋Funds: $467.75』
『Temper┋Stress┋Happiness lvls:✎✎✎✎✎┋✎✎✎✎✎┋✎✎✎✎✎』
"My words are useless if they don't deconstruct the limitations that keep the creativity in you from flourishing." -TY Havens
Out Of Chamomile:
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2014 11:21 pm
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✗ N/a
✗ Home
✗ Is in human form
✗ Link to journal: none currently
✗ Wearing/Driving
✗ Inspiration for newest work: Long Time Coming
✗ Today's deadline: Review email of latest suggestions and criticisms of book draft
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Tyrese drove with one hand rested on top of the steering wheel while the other propped him against the arm rest. He glanced for traffic, having no chance to speak, as did Lillian as sudden bickering raged over the phone. At first the wolf wince, snatching the Bluetooth away from his ear at Lillian's yelp, then proceeded to tentatively slip it back in as his daughter and his ex continued to fumble on the other end. He waited patiently until one voice won over, almost able to picture the look on Lillian's face as he gave a small shake of his head.
He didn't think Sela would be so anxious to speak to him, he even thought she would be indifferent for a while. And in regards for his pizza, he sputtered out the beginnings of an argument before stopping himself. Well, he did leave it behind afterall. He would have to make an extra big dinner then, because obviously he wasn't going to say Sela couldn't have the pizza. He chuckled, "Don't worry about it." He pulled the car into the driveway, waiting to park it in his garage. "So I take it she's not upset anymore." He scratched his chin as he waited, turning the keys in the ignition and killing the ignition several seconds later.
『Estate #: 1504 Lumiere ┋Funds: $467.75』
『Temper┋Stress┋Happiness lvls:✎✎✎✎✎┋✎✎✎✎✎┋✎✎✎✎✎』
"My words are useless if they don't deconstruct the limitations that keep the creativity in you from flourishing." -TY Havens
Out Of Chamomile: XD Bwahaha
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