Madelynn Hadley
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Post by Madelynn Hadley on Mar 29, 2015 1:29:01 GMT
No one can unring this bell, Unsound this alarm, unbreak my heart new... God knows, I am dissonance. Waiting to be swiftly pulled into tune. I’ll go anywhere you want, anywhere you want, anywhere you want me. I know the further I go, The harder I try, only keeps my eyes closed. And somehow I’ve fallen in love with this middle ground at the cost of my soul.
The only good thing about pregnancy? There was none. The joy of seeing a being in which she'd created yourself? Bringing that life-sucking creature into her awful lifestyle? There was nothing fascinating in the process. Plagued by a never ending sickness of the mind and body she found little relief besides the unconscious state that was sleep. She intended to sulk through the remaining months, having long resorted herself to 'taking the easy way out' - quite honestly it had worked so far and spending her leisure asleep was better than the alternative, at least that's what she told herself and Andrew.
The only glimmer of light through the fog that was her mind was the man in her company (that was, if he hadn't already left, by this point she hadn't noticed). A gentle touch, a good morning kiss, it was the little things that ultimately held her to her sanity more than any other. Though she hardly could blame anyone else for putting her body through hell and back, it was after all her own fault so she'd given up at drawing attention or complaining. She'd been given the choice and she'd chosen, deciding to carry the child for the man she knew deserved it. He was damn crazy to put up with her and if he wanted a family he had the right to one. Perhaps in some twisted fashion it was her looking for acceptance, one last pathetic plea for someone to stay. An attempt to make up for the shit she'd put him through, even if she couldn't begin to compensate...
It was reassuring to know, at least, that it was almost over. The pronounced ridge to her abdomen confirmed it, her due date was near. What she wouldn't do for a good drink, or hell, some form of drug (the addictions were what she missed most).. but the only thing worse than a baby was one with a damaged brain, she was neither stupid nor that selfish. Though that only lead to the question, one she found herself pondering frequently, what would this child end up looking like?
She was having a little girl - that much she'd been interested in finding out. Which one of them would it take after more? And if it were her.. god help it. The woman could only pray that Andrew's genes had taken over, especially in terms of mental stability. And on a more physical level, would it even be human? What if it was like it's father? What if it had some sort of demon like the both of them? Was it even the right decision in allowing this child to grow in these circumstances?
She didn't want the baby, the responsibility, nor she did she deserve it (or more importantly, the baby didn't deserve her) and having someone look up to her. She was an awful role model at best. But that's why the baby would have a father, right? To take her place? Surely not having a mother at all was better than one who had to force a smile?
The woman curled inwards against the bed at the onslaught of thoughts, drawing her knees up to her stomach and dragging the sheet over her head. Make it go away.. She whined inwardly, squeezing her eyes shut as if her life were a nightmare she'd soon wake from. She'd not yet gotten up that day, the lead-like weight that had settled over her prevented such. And why would she when she had all the warmth she needed right there?
The room was relatively silent except for the quiet breaths of her faithful dog and the grunts of her potbellied pig, Boo, as she most likely searched the room for some form of mischief. She wouldn't care to look to see for sure, at least not at the moment. Eventually she pried her eyes open, pupils wide from the shadows in her self-made blanket 'cocoon'. One thing that wasn't immediately available to her in bed, was food. The immense roaring in her stomach had grown unbearable by this point, most likely the child in her womb throwing a fit from missing both breakfast and lunch. It's your damn fault for making me feel so miserable. She thought to the unborn child, brow furrowing, nonetheless sending a hand up to caress her abdomen. If I get you food will you shut up? Glancing downwards, her lip twitched at what had become of her body, that was depressing in itself, but she felt a faint amusement dance in her eye as the baby ceased to move. A brat I see?
Soon the light in her eyes dulled once more as she exhaled and reluctantly brought the sheets down from over head. The mattress below her was quite comforting, she was perfectly content with spending the rest of the day wallowing in her self pity, but mother duties called (if you could even call it that). She sat up stiffly, dragging a hand through her hair and pursing her lips as she peered about the room. Eventually she gripped her stomach and rose to her feet. A simple action but as she did a dull pain ripped through her. Her face contorted with a bit more confusion than anything, but it had yet to bother her high pain tolerance and she had been warned of false contractions, so continued on about her path.
The woman shuffled into the main room, probably looking more like a zombie than anything at this point. Dark irises shifted around the room in search for her boyfriend, if he was even still lingering around the house on a beautiful Saturday. Regardless.. she needed food. As she made it to the kitchen she rifled through the cabinets with steadily increasing annoyance, most likely another mood swing, before slamming the door to one and groaning. "Goddamn it Andrew, haven't you ever heard of grocery shopping?"
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Andrew Gap Pierce
Fable
"The loneliness wants to follow me to bed"
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Post by Andrew Gap Pierce on Mar 29, 2015 2:53:09 GMT
 can the loneliness take the place of you Andrew was a loyal man by all means, he preferred people who had quality over quantity. But it seemed even devotion had its way to slip through the cracks. Had a special way of tormenting even the broken of them all. He could of been a warrior, a survivor, a fighter. But he had a weakness everybody could control if they had the right key. The feeling to belong was... it was strong. The relief of finally finding somewhere to call home had been overwhelming. No body had ever told him that he belonged with them. Madelynn could of said that she loved him but the word belonged never left her lips and if it did it was too faded to hear through a broken mind. Dallas... he was far worst than him. And maybe that was a good thing. For he had found a monster deadlier than himself. The pain still lingered... the disbelief, the relief. Kissing Dallas wasn't exactly the best thing in the world but it sure as hell wasn't the worst. At least he hadn't slept with the damn woman... then he really would of regretted it. But no, even he had his boundaries. He wasn't a whore anymore, he knew when to stop, he knew the lines he couldn't cross.
Madelynn was a delicate woman. Her fragile mind was a territory he had to tread carefully on. And he knew the smallest slip could make her doubt everything that has happened. And in all honesty he knew he had to tell her. Lying wasn't his kind of thing, no of course not. Sure he lied to his brother about the so many 'achievements' in his life, but that was just testosterone at its finest. He had a heart too. A damaged one, sure, but it was still there. Being called something that you truly aren't isn't the easiest thing to swallow. It was hard enough to fit in, let along try to become any humane than the rest of society. He was still human... he was like them too, why couldn't they see it? Being accepted was hard. The scars were still fresh and he still remembered when society proved that he could never be one of them even if he hoped and wished for all he could.
A shoe had collided into his side, a gasp escaping him as claws were ripped from the floor. Muzzle parted briefly before his spine clashed with a nearby wall, a shriek rumbling from his throat in fear. Wide mix-matched eyes looked up to see the looming figures, scrambling to get up but he was too late. Suddenly bombarded with shoes colliding into his now weak and tattered body. He felt his pelt tearing open in various place, fur ruffling along his spine. A groan bubbled in him before head dropping to the floor in a sense of giving up. His eyes slowly closed, allowing the pain to set in. Blood stained his striped fur, ragged breathing heaving from his chest. He could vaguely hear her crying voice above the shouts and loud hollers. Forcing himself to get up, shaky limbs rose from the ground. With head tucked to his chest and scorpion tail ducked between his legs, the mythical creature shoved past the legs and darted past, making a break out the door. From there his now blooded golden claws scraped against the concrete alleyway into which his broken body smashed itself into a metallic trashcan. He laid there for moments, staring up dully at the sky.
Slowly getting out of bed, shifting the cats and dogs off of him, he rose and pushed his hair back with a hand. A soft sigh escaped him as dreary eyes glanced at the clock besides their mattress. Approaching the nearby dresser, he tugged out a shirt and slipped it on his muscular torso. Grabbing a pair of pants, he pulled it on over his boxers and went to the kitchen. Masculine hands dug through the cabinets and fridge with squinted eyes. He scavenged for whatever they had left and took out a pan with a yawn. Glancing out the window near the oven, he slowly turned on the heaters. Opening the cartridge of eggs, he pulled out several before throwing the empty box away casually. His tall form leaned over the appliance, cracking the eggs on the side of the metal pan and placing the insides on the black surface of the pan.
Leaving it to sit for a while, he grabbed a bag of dog food while muttering to himself. "Better go to the Store today before Maddy notices... And find a way to get away from Dallas... not a good influence." He murmured under his breath before filling the dog bowls, grabbing a bag of cat food and filling their bowls. Blue and Red eyes glanced over when he saw Calico Jane trotting over with Andrew trudging behind. A soft chuckle escaped him before making his way back to scrambling the eggs he had left for a minute or two. Walking towards the living room, he picked up some trash he had left on the floor the night before while shifting the food around in the pan. He heard the door to the bedroom creak slightly. His face brightened slightly before calmly walking to the trash can, dumping off the leftovers and walking behind Madelynn. An arm hooked around her waist lovingly. "I heard my name?" The man purred before setting the pan of eggs down. "See, ain't I considerate?" Andrew teased lightly before unhooking his arm and pecking a kiss on the woman's cheek. "How are you today?"
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Madelynn Hadley
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Post by Madelynn Hadley on Mar 30, 2015 1:16:24 GMT
No one can unring this bell, Unsound this alarm, unbreak my heart new... God knows, I am dissonance waiting to be swiftly pulled into tune. I’ll go anywhere you want, anywhere you want, anywhere you want me. I know the further I go, The harder I try, only keeps my eyes closed. And somehow I’ve fallen in love with this middle ground at the cost of my soul.
A fair question to which her mind screamed the immediate answer, 'awful'. Bloated like a whale (haha), aching, nauseous, and then there was her brain..She had grown up under the belief that lying about ones real concerns was the cultural norm. Therefore she'd do the same, for everybody's sake but especially Andrew's, he was not asking the extent to which her mind traveled into the darkness (an 'I just spent half the day in bed staring at the wall, how do you think I am, shithead?' probably wouldn't have worked here), rather just an answer. One word would do, but which? 'Fine', or 'Good' were stretching it, though they were what was normal.
Hungry. She was hungry. Would it have killed him to fill the kitchen with chocolate? It was a lovely thought, was it not? An endless supply, just to fill her and the little demon baby's craving. But no - he couldn't even do that, off doing god-knows-what while she was wasting her life with this baby that he wanted. Leaving his heavily pregnant and depressed girlfriend to make her own meals and clean up his trash, what was she a house wife? Not to mention all of his god forsaken animals that she couldn't even walk through the house without stepping on - did he know what a safety hazard that was? The next step out of line and the lot of them were being sent to the pound (the litterbox made her want to vomit anyways), what was this a petting zoo?
She was broke out her tirading and irrational thoughts by an all too familiar arm, a simple gesture that sent a chill down her spine and soothed her unstable emotions. Honestly she and her pregnancy symptoms should have come with a warning label, for the next moment a small smile stretched across her features, an expression nearly labeled as foreign. What had she been thinking about? Obviously it wasn't nearly as important as the slight embrace she found herself in, the warmth radiating upwards through her and only increasing her smile...plus, was that the smell of eggs? It wasn't chocolate, but it'd suffice.
Oh how this man was so easily able to make her happy. Even by just showing up.. was that all that weird? Just seeing his grumpy face stalking around and being Andrew was enough to put a light in her eye. He was there, irritable or not, and that meant the world.
"Damn straight you did." She replied in a snort to the rumbling voice behind her, eventually feeling his soft lips against her cheek before separating completely. Her eyes had closed in momentary bliss from the tiny gesture, a pout tugging on her lips as it ended. But as she turned to face him, his handsome face coming into view, she'd have to find a way to forgive him.
Instinctively she shifted away from him to press her back against the counter, quite insecure with her stomach even at this point. A small smile found it's way back up on her lips, if only for his benefit. "You better be glad you are." The woman scoffed, eyes lighting with equal parts of annoyance and amusement as they watched him. "'Cause I was about two seconds from eating one of your cats." A raised eyebrow indicated she'd actually considered the idea, even if she wouldn't have gone through with it.
His question finally came back around and caused her to smile to waver briefly, although not fully dissipating. "And to answer your question, I'm fine.. just hungry." She insisted simply, irises flicking down to the pan he'd set down. "And pregnant. Both of which I'm ready to be done with." The woman lifted a hand to lay on his neck affectionately before allowing it to slide down his chest and fall back to her side. "But that's a bit obvious, even for a knucklehead like you." She took it upon herself to make herself a plate of the food in which he'd prepared, finding no hesitation in taking a few bites. She held the plate and leaned back against the counter as she chewed thoughtfully, eyes trailing downwards to her abdomen. "She's active today." She mused before finally returning her attention to Andrew. "Feels as if she's having her own little house party in there."
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Andrew Gap Pierce
Fable
"The loneliness wants to follow me to bed"
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Post by Andrew Gap Pierce on Apr 11, 2015 5:09:14 GMT
Don't cry. Everyone makes mistakes, unfortunately being me was mine. Andrew wasn't necessarily loyal, no he was a dedicated man to the important people in his life. Guess beast-like urges seemed to get the better of him, huh? Not very surprising considering he was a monster. But, ah, primal urges mixed with depression wasn't the brightest idea in the world. But oh well, such is life for somebody like him. Well, there was only one him. Nobody wanted to be like him and if they did they were pretty twisted because he was probably the saddest lump of useless flesh on the Earth. He was rejected, useless, pathetic, nothing to everybody and never something to somebody. Or, well that's what it felt like.
Even now as he stared at Madelynn's pretty face it brought him guilt. She was so perfect, so damaged and yet so imperfectly gorgeous. She might not of looked like it but he was so pure. So.... there were no words that even began to describe how special she was to him. So why did he do it? He didn't quite understand himself. Maybe he was crazy after all (and yet he seems to find this out now?), perhaps even a million emotions and pain and suffering could not even explain why he had done it. Maybe acceptance was all he ever wanted? Rejection was never easy when done by one person, but when everybody around you made you fall down because you were different was possibly the worst punishment a man could ever ask for.
"Damn straight you did." His grin widened slightly, eyes shining when in her presence. "You better be glad you are. 'Cause I was about two seconds from eating one of your cats." A chuckle arose and rumbled from his throat. "Sorry, guess I should go to the store soon hmm? I think I ate everything." He stated in an amused tone. Eyes searched her facial features as her own smile had slightly faltered in appearance, brief concern flickering inside him as it always did for her. "And to answer your question, I'm fine.. just hungry. And pregnant. Both of which i'm ready to be done with." A snort puffed out of his nose. "Sorry about that. I kinda slip up a lot." The man said sheepishly before her feminine and small hand placed itself on his warm neck. A soft purr bellowed from his chest in a feline-like manner. When her touch left his skin, he cleared is throat in an almost embarrassed manner. "But that's a bit obvious, even for a knucklehead like you." His tongue stuck out in a childish manner. "You're in love with this knucklehead, silly." He claimed in a light-hearted manner.
"She's active today. Feels as if she's having her own little house party in there." Eyebrows quirked up briefly. Yes, his little child... his darling little princess was sitting there. And she would come any day, whether that was today, tomorrow, or next month, she'll be here. And he'll be waiting. He couldn't be more excited for this child. They once had an opportunity like this but of course they didn't know each other.. it had been an accident. He never meant to get her pregnant, nor would he ever. He knew how much she disliked being pregnant, for reasons unknown. His gaze lit in eagerness as he stared at her stomach with a small smile. "What do you think she'll look like?" He asked curiously.
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Post by Madelynn Hadley on May 1, 2015 17:42:34 GMT
No one can unring this bell, Unsound this alarm, unbreak my heart new... God knows, I am dissonance. Waiting to be swiftly pulled into tune. I’ll go anywhere you want, anywhere you want, anywhere you want me. I know the further I go, The harder I try, only keeps my eyes closed. And somehow I’ve fallen in love with this middle ground at the cost of my soul.
Who would have thought she’d of ever sought shelter in another human – a man no less; to be willing to make herself vulnerable to another being? The idea was beyond even her wildest of thoughts. After all she’d been through she still managed to find a spot in her heart for this particular man. A permanent spot, no less, she was fairly hopeful that she could see herself waking up to his face every day, even if that was a particularly dangerous thought to hold onto. Hope’s meant potential for disappointment and she’d had her fair share. He could have been the man of her dreams and she’d still have her anxieties.. it was just who she was.
A similar anxiety was given to that of her appearances. She’d been stripped of them in her current state and an unsettled mind could only piece together what that meant. Although there had been a wrench thrown in her system. Andrew hadn’t left. He’d put up with her throughout the duration of her pregnancy and his current presence only solidified all the affection she could ever have for him. He was her world, the only reason for waking up. Life was miserable if not for seeing him, for his continued dedication proved that even despite the lingering shadows they could still had each other to relate to.
They were one and the same and they always would be. A monster and prey, both hardly sane but a better connection couldn’t have existed. As long as he remained by her side he could have done what he’d liked to satisfy the beast inside of him. Twisted logic but then again, it usually was anyways. Although she’d still liked to believe she held some special place in his heart, even if she still had yet to believe that she deserved him. She was putting herself through hell just to give them a family, didn’t that deserve any bit of credit?
Her head tilted in thought with his question and her shoulder’s soon shrugged as an immediate response, how the hell was she supposed to know what the child in her womb was going to look like? Or perhaps she just didn’t want to consider the fact that there was actually a baby in there. A light sigh left her as she soon forced herself to delve into her painful memories. ”Well..” She began, casting a glance down at her abdomen. ”We can hope she takes after her father.” Her lips parted in a grin before reaching up to the tall man to kiss him briefly. As she separated she paused before returning to her average height. ”I’m a bit partial but I think any child of yours is going to be beautiful.” Her deep brown eyes studied his momentarily. ”Dirty blonde hair, brown eyes maybe? Just a guess.. but as long as she’s healthy, has ten fingers and ten toes and both her eyes, I don’t care what she looks like.”
With a somewhat moody snort the woman turned to fish out a fork from the dishwasher and took a quiet bite of the eggs he’d prepared for her, chewing thoughtfully. It was one of the many foods she’d craved over the period of her pregnancy and such little comfort was satisfying, although it appeared the child within her had had enough. Only seconds after swallowing the womans face knit in a grimace as she reached a hand up to hold her abdomen, although accustomed to pain by this point so perhaps her reaction was lacking. ”And then there’s these fuckin’ contractions. I swear to god if this child doesn’t hit air soon I’m just going to-“ Soon after her words the tears came, almost randomly, as she took her plate and headed for the dining room. ”So sick of this, so sick..” A spare hand lifted to wipe one of the few tears from her cheek and she promptly lowered herself into a chair at the table. It appeared as if god answered her prayers at that point because another sharp and nagging pain forced its way through her. Her brow furrowed before glancing over at Andrew with concern and confusion. ”W-what if it’s time?”
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Andrew Gap Pierce
Fable
"The loneliness wants to follow me to bed"
Posts: 64
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Post by Andrew Gap Pierce on Jul 29, 2015 2:35:01 GMT
[attr="class","idef"] [attr="class","nref"]He may of been a devil, a demon, a beast, a monster. Somebody society couldn't love. Somebody humanity couldn't care for. He had blood lust. He had his demons. He practically was one for god's sake... if there was one. If there was then he sure as hell was doing a shitty job. The only thing good in his life was Madelynn and this baby.... but what if his daughter turned out to be like him? A Chimera? One of human-kind's monstrosities? What if one day she found out what he was, who he was, and she understood his blood lust. Would she go through that? And what if she didn't turn out like him, but like Madelynn instead? Would she become mentally unstable, afraid of things he was, saw the things he did? The thought alone made his stomach churn. His fists clenched slightly and he felt his nails dig into his palm. He felt sorry for his child. He knew that it would become demented or somehow become wrong in some way or another. Whether it be physical or mental. You mix the true-killer with the depressed woman and you're bound to have something go genetically wrong. He knew it. He could see the future for his child, the dark and rocky road. Would Madelynn get better? Would she be a good mother? Could she care for their child on her own? The questions boggled his mind. He knew none of the answers to, he did not know specifically what could happen and whether or not everything would be okay by the end of the day. It bothered him and he didn't like the uncomfortable emotion it left in him. Maybe this was a mistake... maybe this child was a mistake. It made Madelynn sadder... miserable, depressed even. He could tell by the way she wouldn't eat all day. He could remember it happened the last time she was pregnant. Simple skin and bones, hardly even a full figure. He wanted to help her. He wanted to comfort her, but she was so far away from his world, so close yet so far from his finger tips. He couldn't understand what she was going through. How could he? He wasn't a female. He wasn't with child. He really wasn't all that scarred really, simply full of guilt and remorse. He didn't understand her horizons, nor her mind. Could he ever truly know what she felt?
The woman simply shrugged her shoulders, making him smile and shrug his shoulders as well. She was quiet for a moment as he kept a grin on his face, eyes alight with curiosity. Her soft sigh made his smile waver, just a little bit before putting his grin back on. He wanted to be her rock. He wanted to be happy for her. He had to, or else what would she have? Her own depression and despair? "Well.. We can hope she takes after her father?" What was she, crazy? If she took after him she would become a criminal! A murderer, for sure... he was worried. Maybe their kid would be okay.. Her soft lips made him flit away from his mind briefly, he wrapped her arms around her waist gently as he offered her a smile. "I'm a bit partial but I think any child of yours is going to be beautiful." He chuckled softly at her words. "Any child of yours is going to be gorgeous, my dear." He replied as his grip on her slightly tightened. He held her close with a grin painted on his lips. "Dirty blonde hair, brown eyes maybe? Just a guess.. but as long as she's healthy, has ten fingers and ten toes and both of her eyes, I don't care what she looks like." A long breath of content came through his nose as he looked at her eyes. "You're going to be a good mother, Madelynn. I have no doubt." He told her lovingly.
He slowly let her go to let her go eat the eggs he had made for her. However, it wasn't long until her face was contorted and disoriented with pain and he quickly touched her upper arm gently with his hand. "You alright, love?" He murmured quietly, rubbing her arm comfortingly. "And then there's these fuckin' contractions. I swear to god if this child doesn't hit air soon I'm just going to-" He listened to her rant, however the way tears rolled off her cheeks made his heart twist. Her mood swings were of course normal and expected from pregnancy, but it didn't mean it was much easier to watch. She slipped from his hand, making him quietly watch her step away. Would he have the heart to tell her the sin he had done? The crime he had accomplished? It was just another mistake added to his long list of demons, meant to feed the darkness inside him. His fists clenched once more and he sighed, her words going inaudible before he followed her. Andrew stood by the table, a hand on her back tenderly. He saw her glance, brown eyes looking to him worriedly. "W-What if it's time?" She questioned as his eyebrows knit together. He let out a sigh a smiled comfortingly. "Then this will all be over right? And... and we can be a family and start our life together..." He wanted to tell her what he had done, but the words were caught in his throat. He couldn't tell her right now. Not when she was so moody and saddened already... Perhaps when all of this was over... It made him sick and nervous butterflies flit around his stomach simply thinking about it.
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