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Post by Brendan Reid on Feb 5, 2010 2:26:33 GMT
Brendan laughed, putting his hands on her hips and pulling her body to his. He nuzzled her neck, then stopped quickly, pulling his hands away once he remembered what had happened the last time. He forced a smile, trying to pretend he wasnt afraid.
"Id consider mine more of a nightmare, considering what has happened lately.." His frown dropped as he realized how bad it mustve hurt her. All this time he had been thinking about himself, wanting to get inside her rather than be with her. Suddenly, he was disgusted at himself, wanted to tear his arms down to the muscle and hope he bled out.
"I really am awful.." He mumbled, barely audiable. He looked at the wall behind her, thinking she really did deserve better.
Its about time you saw things my way. Oh, and dont think that whistles gonna work this time. Because its behind her. And in order for you to reach for it, you would have to hurt her. And I dont think youd do that, now would you, sonny?
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Post by Diane McLain on Feb 5, 2010 2:34:24 GMT
Diane winced. She had wanted to forget all of that, focus only on the good things. All in all, the pain hadn't been worth it. Nothing she had gained could ever be worth the torment she and the demon had put the people around her through, the pain that she had felt. And yet, somehow, she would never consider it a nightmare. "It's.... kinda like our first date," she said with a soft smile, "It was, in a lot of respects, pretty abysmal. But it was still the best night of my life." she said slowly, as she reached over and kissed him softly on the cheek.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Feb 5, 2010 2:42:54 GMT
Brendan raised an eyebrow, not quite understanding what she had meant, but knowing he had hurt her.
"What was the best night of your life?" He asked, wanting to pull her close and hug her. But she seemed just so far away. Somehow this felt like the end, like he would loose her for sure. And that hurt worse than anything he had felt in the last month. He had gotten her, and lost her, all in a matter of weeks. And now he was afraid he was going to loose her again. A great person once said: 'What will you get out of living in fear? It wont be worth anything if you cant put everything you have into that person.' Or maybe it was his dad. But whoever had said it, he didnt believe it right now. Living without fear wasnt worth the surprise when the pain came.
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Post by Diane McLain on Feb 5, 2010 2:52:27 GMT
Diane smiled up at him, blushing, "That date, silly," she said, her eyes glittering, "I just... I know it was horrific, but I just remember holding you while you were sort of semi-conscious, and wrapping you up and-and telling you everything was going to be OK, and I... I just knew." she pondered, her eyes distant as they saw the memories floating before her. "I knew that you would be someone very special to me," she decided with a nod, looking back up to him, seeing the fear in his eyes. Softly, she raised her hand and traces across his cheek, admiring every dent and curve with an expert eye. "I knew you'd change my life, and I would hate to have it changed back."
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Post by Brendan Reid on Feb 5, 2010 3:00:02 GMT
Brendan pulled her close, burrying his face in her neck as he began to cry. No one had ever meant so much to him. No one had ever made such a big impact on his life. And he didnt quite know what to do about it. He wanted to hold her close, to rock her, fold her in his arms. But he knew he couldnt. He wanted to kiss her, drown her in his love. But he knew he couldnt. So he did the next best thing.
He pulled her as close as he could, wrapping his arms around her in a tight embrace. He brushed her hair back, kissing her forehead. "Diane, words couldnt explain how dear you are to me. I dont even know how to show you. And I could spend hours, days, years trying to come up with something, but all I can think of is to do this.." He leaned down, brushing his lips against hers gently.
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Post by Diane McLain on Feb 5, 2010 3:08:53 GMT
Diane smiled so wide that it hurt, tried to concentrate as his lips pressed against him, but had to pull herself away because she couldn't help but laugh and smile. "Sorry, sorry..." she giggled, shaking her head as she tried to act serious again and again. She couldn't help it; she had never felt more loved and in love in her life, and for once everything seemed to be going right. Somehow, she managed to force all of her heart into keeping serious as she pressed her lips back against his, drowning in its passion, knowing that it couldn't last long and making every millisecond count. She brushed back his hair, pulling away but still keeping their lips only centimeters away, so close that they shared every breath. "I love you..." she breathed, gazing into his eyes.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Feb 5, 2010 3:19:45 GMT
Brendan smiled, keeping her in his arms. He couldnt let her go, couldnt let her see how bad it hurt him to think of her leaving. He gazed into her eyes, choking on his words. He had never met someone so breathtaking; someone who could make him loose control of himself and give into them. Then again, he had never known someone so beautiful, so amazing. And he probably never would again, as long as he lived.
"Youre perfect, you know that?" He mumbled, brushing her hair back behind her ear. He cupped her cheek in his hand, continuing to gaze into her eyes.
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Post by Diane McLain on Feb 5, 2010 3:29:27 GMT
Diane laughed lightly; there was no cruelness to her laugh, but a little hint of sympathy. It was easy to break someones heart if they viewed you as an almighty perfect being, and sooner or later they would realise how much a mistake they had made. Would Brendan still love her when he realised just how human and imperfect she was? "Yeah, perfect." she said sarcastically, rolling her eyes. "Perfect people don't make themselves stupidly sick because they don't realise that antibiotics in hospitals are good things. Perfect people don't make their perfect partners sick with worry. Perfect... perfect people can fight off bad guys that possess them. I'm really not perfect." she said, but then shrugged, pressing her head into the pillow, her eyes flicking between his as a smile came to her lips, "But I'll accept the compliment as being damn close to perfect."
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Post by Brendan Reid on Feb 5, 2010 5:53:07 GMT
Brendan rubbed her back slowly, gently as he gazed down into her eyes. Truthfully, he didnt think he would find anyone more amazing than her. And whether she wanted to believe it or not was completely up to her. But he knew what he felt for her and nothing was chnging that.
"No matter what you do, you would still be perfect to me. And nothing you can say can make me think otherwise." He smiled down at her, leaning his forehead against hers. He reached up to cup her cheek in his hand, pulling his lips to hers in a gentle kiss before pulling away. He wrapped his hands back around her, holding her close to him as he burried his face in her neck, kissing it gently.
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Post by "Bexi" Leggert on Feb 5, 2010 16:54:38 GMT
Bexi's steps traced unnaturally across the floor. Her ankle was wrapped tightly in blue supports, though it was hidden by her oversized army boots well. It appeared just as if she had a painful limp, which was exactly what it was meant to do.
She walked down the corridors as if they were her own, watching everything with interest and paying no attention to those that gave her dirty looks for looking into the rooms with sick people in. She was so used to hospitals that it was second nature to just look around for the nearest thing to keep her from going bored.
She stopped suddenly, her shoes skidding against the polished floor. She took a few steps back, curling her head around into one of the rooms. "Dia!" she called out, her eyes wide as she looked around the room and back to her friend.
She stepped in the room slowly, looking around everything with interest, "Jesus Christ, mate, you've really got the full monty 'ere, don't you?" she said, looking at every machine with interest and with a encyclopedic knowledge of what each one did. "What have you been doing to yourself?" she asked, her tone not too sympathetic but fun and light, like a parent finding their child covered in muck. [/font] |
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Post by Diane McLain on Feb 5, 2010 16:59:32 GMT
Diane was ready to drown in Brendan's love, when she heard the rude interruption. She glared to herself. It was only rude because she was so caught in the moment, but she still felt like turning around and snapping at Bexi. Then she paused. Bexi? She turned her head quickly, her eyes wide, "Bexi?!" she gasped, pulling herself up from the bed to sit more upright with the guest there.
"Uh..." she looked between Bexi and Brendan, a little shocked at the turnout. Bexi was the last person she had ever expected to see her, but it was probably the best one who could have showed up, considering she already had Brendan by her side. "Bexi, this is my boyfriend Brendan. Bren, this is my cousin, Bexi," she introduced them both quickly.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Feb 6, 2010 18:23:30 GMT
Brendan looked over at the other girl, amazed to find her completely unattractive. With any other girl he had been with, he would have been all over any other girl. But he cared for Diane entirely too much to hurt her.
"Nice to meet you." He mumbled, sitting up a bit, his bare chest making him a bit self concious. But then again, it was wrapped in bandages. He put his hand on Dianes back, pulling her up. He kissed her cheek gently.
"I love you.." He whispered in her ear quietly.
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Post by "Bexi" Leggert on Feb 6, 2010 18:35:06 GMT
Bexi smiled and nodded, seeming a little out of place for the first time since she had stepped into the hospital. Couples irritated her, not because she found them particularly irritating but because she was insanely jealous, though she would never admit it. She was, after all, asexual. "Nice to meet you, Brendan," she said with what she wanted to be a warm smile. Whether it came out that way or not, she wasn't sure. "Oh, and you don't need to get nervous about family and whatnot, am just a friend of the family. A 'cousin'," she said with airquotes.
"You haven't been hurting lil' McyDees here, have you?" she asked with a smile, looking between them both. It was pretty clear that she was only joking, not that she took 'hurt' all too serious a threat. "Am only winding you, from what I hear you wouldn't dare," she said with a shrug. "You're a lucky kid, mate, she's a cracking girl." [/blockquote] |
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Post by Diane McLain on Feb 6, 2010 18:44:25 GMT
Diane smiled, and kissed Brendan on his forehead softly. "I love you too..." she murmurred, a little embarrassed to be doing this in front of Bexi and knowing that she would wind her up about it later, but she didn't mind.
She glared at Bexi. McyDees. She hadn't called her that in a long time, and even then she'd only called her it when she was irritated by something. She wondered vaguely what was wrong. "Who told you about...?" she trailed off, before rolling her eyes, realising, "Sharon just can't keep her mouth shut, can she...?" she asked, not really expecting an answer. She blushed slightly, realising that Brendan didn't know who Sharon was - in fact, he really knew very little about her, and she knew barely any more about him. "Sharon's my step mum," she explained quickly. She blushed as she heard Bexi's compliment, wondering what she was after from them both.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Feb 6, 2010 18:54:54 GMT
Brendan looked at the girl, wondering why she was here. And pestering him about Diane. What he and Diane did was none of anyones concern. Which made him particularly not like this girl. Brendan just stayed behind Diane, letting her do all the talking. Until she brought up hurting Diane.
"I would never hurt her! Never! Are all you people sick and twisted? Is that all you care about is framing me for hurting Diane? Well I havent hurt her!" He nearly screamed, his voice raised above his normal level. Nothing angered him more than when someone asked if he was hurting her, if it was him that had did this to her. He wrapped his arms around her waist, burrying his face in her shoulder.
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