▲ I don't want a knight in shining armor. I want my knight to be a survivor.
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Post by Rosalind Neveah Bonner on Aug 23, 2017 2:53:02 GMT
I don't know if that's my dream job. I just know I'd be somewhat decent at it because it's what I know. She lifted herself up a bit, frowning at him. Hey, at least you have me, huh? You wont even need to try and read lips cuz I can just tell you what people say and you can respond accordingly. Rosie leaned down to rub her nose against his, a light smile on her lips. We'll find someplace where neither of us have to learn a new language.
At his next words she kissed him, huffing at him lightly. I know, sweetie. She hummed, this time bumping her forehead against his. Her hands went to slide into his hair and she wiggled her hips on top of his teasingly. I mean it wouldn't be bad. I'd just have to learn how to control my empathy and telepathy first. Or else I'm pretty sure I'd be the one needing therapy. She left out the fact that she already did need therapy according to the headmaster, and school doctor and anyone else who knew her past.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2017 3:47:08 GMT
Deimos sighed, Well yeah, but what about when you're not with me? Would I have to resort to google translate? I'd really rather not have to learn a new language. But, he paused, giving her quick kiss as a return for hers, if we find a place that meets all our other requirements, we'll go there, regardless of the language. Because like you said, I have you now. I won't be alone trying to figure out what things are supposed to sound like. He poked her nose, I just have to trust that you can learn another language properly. He teased her lightly.
He eyed her as she wiggled, a slight snarl forming, but disappearing almost as fast. Honestly? We both need therapy, kid. He told her bluntly. He would be surprised if therapy had never at least been suggested to her. He knew he needed it, but he wasn't ready to stop yet. He wasn't ready to confront this, and he knew he couldn't force Rosalind to confront her demons either. But, if it could help her nightmares, he really hoped it was something she'd consider.
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Post by Rosalind Neveah Bonner on Aug 23, 2017 4:00:51 GMT
Rosalind sighed in mock exasperation, making it obvious so he'd know she was doing it. Honestly Deimos. Where could you possibly think I would go without you? I barely want to be away from you now, you think I'm gonna want to go anywhere by myself in a brand new place without you glued to my side? She smiled cheekily at him, though it turned into a pout at his next comment. Probably not if I'm being honest. It's so hard for me to learn normal stuff I can't imagine I'd really be able to learn a whole language.
Her pout only deepened when he called her "kid". She knew it was only a nickname at this point, and he clearly no longer saw her as a kid, but still. Rosie sat up completely, her hands moving to his chest as she returned his snarl, though it was more cute on her than intimidating. Kid? She huffed, deliberately moving her hips slowly against him now. I thought I was past the kid phase.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2017 4:16:32 GMT
Deimos let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head, Surely you'll get tired of me at some point. He said confidently. He meant it as a joke, but his mind decided to add Everyone does, and his smile faded a bit. Oh cool, then we can both be screwed over in another country. He said with a sarcastic shrug.
He sucked in a breath through gritted teeth, glaring at her as his hands went to her hips, stilling them. Once he was sure she wouldn't be able to move easily, he huffed and looked up to her, You'll always be younger than me, so... His words weren't as confident as he wanted them to be. Eventually he let out a small whine, you're mean.
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Post by Rosalind Neveah Bonner on Aug 23, 2017 4:37:13 GMT
Not in a million trillion years. Rosalind quipped without hesitation. Sure maybe if they were a normal couple she might have agreed with him, but she'd spent the last four years pining after him under the assumption that he would never return her feelings. And the beginning of their relationship (including the engagement) had been filled with one thing after another, that she was one hundred percent positive she could spend the rest of her life attached to him and never get tired of it. I wouldn't have agreed to marry you and spend the rest of my life with you if I thought I would get tired of you. Sure it may get a bit hard if I can't learn to control my empathy, but that will never mean I'm tired of you. She let out a sigh at his next statement, shaking her head. There is google, and dictionaries, and I'm pretty sure there'll be someone who speaks English. We'll be fine.
Her pout returned when he grabbed her hips preventing her from moving. Since she couldn't move she leaned down so her chest was pressed against his again, peppering kisses against his jaw. Yeah but that doesn't mean you have to remind me. Besides you go around calling me kid and people will start looking at us weird. Well, weirder than usual anyway. But Rosie honestly didn't mind the nickname, hoping he knew she was only teasing and wasn't serious. She sat up a bit, not all the way, and put her hands on his shoulders to hold herself up. She tilted her head, raising an eyebrow, looking not at all innocent. Mean? How so?
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2017 6:44:04 GMT
Deimos looked away, biting his lip. His mind was still convinced she'd leave him eventually, for someone else to come along and she'd drop him. You're really going to have to learn to control it, because my emotions are pretty unpredictable, and I don't know how you'd fair with dealing with bpd constantly. He couldn't even deal with it, he couldn't imagine what it'd be like for someone like Rosie, who's empathy seemed to overwhelm her sometimes. I guess. He said, giving her a pout.
A low moan escaped as she kissed him, and he rolled his head back as a lazy attempt to escape from her kisses. He looked down before looking up to her face, a frown seeming deep set on his own. I think you know exactly how. He told her, running his fingers down along her hips.
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Aug 23, 2017 13:24:58 GMT
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Post by Rosalind Neveah Bonner on Aug 23, 2017 13:24:58 GMT
I'm working on it. Its hard to do when there's not really anyone around to teach. Sure telepathy is common enough but empathy not so much. Being with you will probably force me to learn. it was meant to sound like a good thing but she wasn't sure how well that translated. Rosalind grinned at his pout, shaking her head lightly. You're adorable. She said, knowing it would only make him pout more. Well nothing's gunna change ny you sitting here worrying about it so don't. We have each other. We'll be fine.
Rosie squirmed her hips when he moved his hands along them, giving him a cheeky grin. I'm not quite sure I know what you mean. You may have to explain it to me. She leaned down to press a kiss to his lips when he tried to move away from her, squeezing her legs against his, grin still on her lips.
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Aug 23, 2017 17:33:27 GMT
Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2017 17:33:27 GMT
Deimos raised an eyebrow, I'll force you to learn, huh? He knew she didn't mean it in a mean way, but he wanted to give her a hard time. Plus, ultimately it was true. If she didn't learn, they were a bit too connected for her to not be severely affected whenever he had a mood swing. Which was far too often. His pout turned into a bit of a snarl at being called adorable. Anything but. He protested.
Deimos tensed as she squirmed, and he wrapped his hand around her the back of her neck, tangling it into her hair and firmly yet gently keeping her close enough the he could extend the kiss. Your actions says otherwise. He told her, moving his hips a bit.
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Aug 23, 2017 22:43:30 GMT
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Post by Rosalind Neveah Bonner on Aug 23, 2017 22:43:30 GMT
You know what I meant. Rosie replied with a pout. It's not a bad thing. I consider it a good thing. Hands on practice is always the best practice. Despite the fact that he was more draining than most, Rosalind honestly didn't mind at all. And if it did get to be too much she could always escape to the gardens for a while. Hopefully there would be an equivalent wherever they moved. When he snarled at her she returned the look. Is being adorable a bad thing?
Rosie made a noise as he kissed her back, pulling away to lick at his nose. Surely I don't know what you're talking about. She hummed, squeezing him again when he moved against her. Her hands moved back to his chest and she smiled a bit. Am I not allowed to move?
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Aug 23, 2017 23:03:52 GMT
Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2017 23:03:52 GMT
Ye-Huh. Deimos said sarcastically, looking at her playfully. There are other types of hands on training I'd rather do... He mused to her. Yes, being adorable is horrible. I'm supposed to be mean and threatening. He joked, baring his teeth at her. But I guess it's okay if you say. He told her, nuzzling her nose.
He kept her close, not letting her escape, even though he scrunched his face up at her licking his nose. Weirdi, he said with a laugh. You can move if you're willing to do a second round. Only then He said, tapping his fingers against her hips.
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Post by Rosalind Neveah Bonner on Aug 23, 2017 23:26:19 GMT
Rosalind blushed at his words, though smiled at him all the same. Despite the fact that they'd been together several times, and she was even one to initiate it most times, words like that never failed to embarrass her. She flicked his nose lightly, sighing. Alright I won't call you adorable anymore. Although you are mean and threatening to everyone else. Just not to me. She smiled, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. I like that I'm the only one who gets to see your nicer side though. Its one of the reasons I fell in love with you.
Rosie paused, making a show of tapping her chin and pretending to think about his ultimatum. After a second she began moving her hips harder against him than before, smiling innocently while she did so. Can you handle another round? She asked, raising an eyebrow.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2017 1:19:42 GMT
Yeah, I don't know how you lucked out with that. You wouldn't leave me alone, I guess I got tired of trying to get rid of you. You never listened when I told you to go away. He bit lightly on her finger as she flicked his nose, holding it in his mouth for a moment before letting go. Eventually you became useful, anyway. He added simply. He was surprised she could pin down what made her fall in love with him. For him, it just slowly became everything about her, and then her unwavering loyalty to him affected him deeper than he ever wanted to admit.
Can you? Deimos asked her, a wide grin on his face. He flipped them suddenly so he was over her, giving her a kiss. Cause I'm fine with initiating more if that's really what you want. He told her, wiggling his eyebrows and letting out a laugh.
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Post by Rosalind Neveah Bonner on Aug 24, 2017 1:43:44 GMT
That's because I knew deep down inside you really wanted me around. She gave him a mock frown, wiggling her finger when she bit it. I became useful huh? It wasn't because of my good looks and winning personality?
She let out a squeak when she was suddenly flipped onto her back, her stomach twisting in anticipation. I can go as many times as you want. She replied. Her hands moved around his shoulders, tangling themselves in his hair. She wrapped her legs around his hips, giving him an expectant look.
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Aug 24, 2017 18:19:47 GMT
Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2017 18:19:47 GMT
Deimos carefully crawled off the bed after he was sure Rosalind was asleep. For once, he was the one having a hard time sleeping, though he was glad Rosie was finally getting much-needed sleep. He couldn't tell for sure, but it even seemed like it might be a peaceful sleep, at that. I'll be back, He promised her, though not projecting it to her in fear of waking her up.
He first went to the cafeteria, grabbing a latte and a snack, trying to figure out how he wanted to begin this plan. He was so lost in thought, he didn't notice when someone approached him until a hand tapped on his table. He looked up, "Oh, sir, I was just about to come to you..." He said, motioning for the headmaster to have a seat.
Harrington obliged, sitting across from the younger man. "Was there something you wanted to talk about?" He asked.
Deimos nodded, but then muttered, "I have no idea where to begin..."
The headmaster smiled to him, "Whatever comes to mind first."
Deimos took a breath like he was about to start, but he let out the breath slowly, looking down before starting again, and again not saying anything. He looked around before finally asking, "What is it like, to be possibly the oldest hybrid?"
Harrington seemed to think about the question a moment, before answering with a question of his own, "Why do you ask?"
Deimos seemed a bit annoyed at not getting his question answered, but answered anyway, "Because I want to be more like you. How are you always so... at peace with everything? How do I be like you?"
Harrington gave him another smile, "Deimos, I was like you once, you know."
Deimos raised a skeptical eyebrow, but kept quiet, letting the headmaster continue.
"I was reckless, didn't care what happened to me, I was always looking for the next dangerous thing to latch on to. And then I met Maggie." The headmaster's eyes seemed to get a twinkle in them as he talked about his wife. "And at first, again like you, I just wanted to be there for her. Eventually, I learned this little thing called self-love. When you can get to be at peace with yourself, it's easier to face each day."
Deimos looked at the table, scratching at a dent mindlessly, "Easy for you to say..."
"Deimos," Harrington began, tapping the table to get his attention again, "I've had depression for over 50 years. I have had chronic pain even longer. My sight and hearing may be fine... well, mostly, age tends to deplete both of those, but my life has not been easy, which you seem to think."
"How can anyway have a hard life and yet be so content with it?" Deimos asked bitterly.
"Because sometimes you just need a bit of light during the darkest parts of it." He pointed a finger at Deimos, waggling it a bit, "And I'd bet Miss Rosalind is quite a bright light for you."
Deimos blushed and looked away, giving the headmaster an awkward shrug. "I told Rosie about the being 18 thing. We're probably leaving at the end of this school year."
The headmaster hummed a small chuckle, "That's a shame, but understandable. She's a good person, but has unfortunately never been a great student."
"Hey now..." Deimos said, giving the headmaster a protective look, "I wasn't a very good student either."
"Oh, you were a horrible student." The headmaster said, giving Deimos a smile. "But you also had to learn a new language when we didn't have anyone that knew sign language at the time."
"So you're saying the professors took pity on me and I still only barely passed?" Deimos asked flatly.
"You're changing the subject." The headmaster said, still amused. "Did you have more questions?"
Deimos straightened up, leaning forward a bit, his voice lower than before, "Did you ever self-harm?"
The headmaster glanced down at Deimos' arms before giving him a nod.
"How did you stop?"
"I wanted to stay around for my wife."
"Did Professor Blakwell ever want kids?"
"Oh, of course she did. We both did."
Deimos was a bit taken aback by that answer. Except for his brother, he never really got attached to kids. He never bothered. From the first bit of research on hybrids he had done as a kid he found out he'd be sterile. "How did you guys get over that?"
Harrington thought a moment, "Well, at first, we were looking at adoption, surrogates, whatever we could find. But then I became headmaster, she returned to teaching here, and we realized we had plenty of kids."
"Gross." Deimos said, his face void of any specific emotion, seeming to deflate as he slouched against the backrest. It was quiet for a moment before he sat back up again, "Okay but like, I don't really want to be a teacher and even though Rosie would probably make a pretty good preschool teacher - I should suggest that to her - I don't know that she does either. What can I do?"
The headmaster tapped Deimos' forehead. "You two will figure something out." He paused a moment, scratching his chin, "If you two are leaving, are you taking Felix?"
Deimos' face fell. He hadn't actually talked about any of this with his brother yet. Hell, he hadn't seen the boy in a while and so he hadn't even been able to tell him he was engaged now. He sucked in a slow breath through gritted teeth before exhaling quickly, "No... He'll be taken care of well here, and hey, more hybrids are showing up seemingly every day-"
"-about once a month or two, yes," The headmaster interjected before motioning for Deimos to continue.
"So maybe he'll have the chance to make friends with some of them. Have a chance I didn't have, and a chance he definitely wouldn't have if we took him away from the academy." Deimos finished. He didn't really want to leave his brother after not even knowing about him until less than a year ago, and especially not now that their biological parents were at the school, but he understood Rosie's desire to get out of this place.
"Deimos," The headmaster said, moving to get into the younger man's view. "For you, right now, I'd recommend getting help."
Deimos looked away again, wrapping his arms around his waist as if trying to shield himself. "I don't... I can't..." He began, but all his excuses actually seemed like just that for once. "I'll try." He finally said, looking down to the ground.
The headmaster smiled, patting him on the shoulder and getting up. He tapped Deimos' shoulder, waiting for him to look up at him before ending his speech with, "I'm always here if you need to talk."
Deimos nodded before looking back down, laying against the backrest again, slouched in his seat. He suddenly wasn't hungry anymore, the danish he'd gotten only half eaten, and his stomach didn't seem to want to take in anymore coffee. He tossed them, feeling like he was in a daze, as he shuffled back to his room, trying to digest everything he was told. He couldn't imagine ever learning self-love. He could still barely believe Rosie loved him, his mind still convinced she'd leave him any day now.
He got into the room, seeing Rosalind was still in bed, and he sat on the counter, scrolling through his phone, trying to find answers. Like if it was possible for someone with bpd to ever love themselves, or trust that they've found a person that would stay forever. Someone they didn't have to push away for fear of getting hurt again. He was finding some good stories, but his mind was convinced happy endings were still few and far between.
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