Post by Lovely on Jul 18, 2010 12:18:31 GMT -5
February 24, 2009
8 p.m.
Veinna Estate
Justin was mostly back to his calm, collected self, taking care of business and delivering a list of the day's mishaps and minor injuries to Richie before shutting himself down for the night and turning things over to Mitch so he could spend some quality time with Taz. The list was short with only a scratch or two blamed on early spring rabbits along the outer fences that the younger pack pups were distracted by. "That's it," he shrugged, happy for the news that even Marc was behaving and no one had tried severing anyone's anything in a couple days. He glanced at Fauve and his brow knotted a little with questions. "You know I just thought of something. Caden.. Cade... don't you think that's a little weirdly coincidental? Figure we may have some connection back in the past somewhere? I mean, she's put together out of stuff and I came from who-knows where, right?"
Richie was looking over the list, flipping the paper as if looking for the rest. Not finding any, he seemed mystified and happily so with a raise of his brow until Justin brought up Fauve out of the blue. "I.. w-well uh..," he shrugged. He'd never really thought about it, since Justin wasn't exactly the first thing on his mind with Fauve around.
"Oh." Was the one word she was able to form as she stared at Justin, his comments and ideas were not at all expected and she was as shocked if not more than Richie was. "It might.." She replied weakly and made a face at Justin as she started looking down at herself and running her hands lightly over her arms.
He noted the expressions easily enough. "I guess.. maybe you hadn't figured," he cringed a little. "Well.. it's mighty pretty 'stuff'.. that can kick me from here to Tuesday," and probably should, he thought but sighed and smiled. "It was meant as a compliment, darlin'."
Compliment or not it made her uncomfortable and had an array of unpleasant and frightening thoughts running through her mind. She stared at Justin for a moment longer and then stepped half behind Richie, sort of pulling him in front of her to shield her from Justin. "Make him go away." She pouted, her fingers curling into Richie's sleeve.
Justin chuckled uneasily, a scratch behind his ear then a snap of his finges over his fist as he backed up. "Going... going.. Just shows ya some girls don't know how pretty they are.."
Richie drew the line. Glowering and poiting at the door, he still offered a wink. He wasn't angry but ushered him out just the same. "I'll handle this. You... just go."
Fauve was still watching Justin warily, her mouth in a small pout as she tried to explain a little why what he said bothered her. "I just don't want to know where the pieces came from.. thats just creepy and a little too 'small world' for my comfort." Though now that the idea had been presented, she was wondering if it was possible.
She spoke quietly behind Richie but he picked it up well enough. "What? Oh... OH! No. Nono no, I didn't say they were -my- parts. I meant, you know... just maybe... we may know the same people, seeing as I was adopted and all."
She continued her thoughts, partially turning to Richie. "..and if he's in me.. he's in.. our children.. and.. " She paused and her gaze went back to Justin. "... what do you mean.. adopted?" The idea in her head changed slightly as her gaze seemed to bore more deeply into the feral.
That look made Justin uncomfortable enough to back up to the door more quickly. "Heh well... looks like you're on Rich-man... seeing as I was going just now. See you later." He paused in the doorway, "Don't forget about the part with the little basket on the doorstep... the girls just love that part."
Richie's hand continued to point at the doorway though he was standing in it already. It waved slightly with insistence that it be sooner rather than later. He spoke over his shoulder to Fauve, "He's kidding about the basket, but maybe we should talk about the rest if it bothers you."
She stayed behind Richie gripping his shirt and only peeked out from his side to look up at him with big brown eyes and a tiny shrug.
"We'll talk.... later. C... come on out here. Why are you hiding?"
"I'm made out of parts? Makes me sound like some kind of freak monster.. our children aren't going to be freak monsters too, are they?"
"No. He has a bad way of saying what's on his mind without realizing how it sounds to some people. I'm sorry. You're not made of parts. The people who looked after you, made changes and embellishments. You're not a freak monster. You're a victim of a very cruel past and it's something that is not your fault."
Her hands curved around her tiny pooch of swelling belly and pouted a little, slowly bringing her eyes up to his face. "But.. I am.. what they did to me.. it won't make them.. " She bit her lips trying to find the right words to convey her worry and fear.
"We... made them and they will be beautiful children, no matter what," he said softly. "They may be gifted, but we won't know for a while. I checked with your doctor and he confirmed that." He winked and offered a gentle smile, trying to untuck her from behind him so he could offer the comfort of his hug.
8 p.m.
Veinna Estate
Justin was mostly back to his calm, collected self, taking care of business and delivering a list of the day's mishaps and minor injuries to Richie before shutting himself down for the night and turning things over to Mitch so he could spend some quality time with Taz. The list was short with only a scratch or two blamed on early spring rabbits along the outer fences that the younger pack pups were distracted by. "That's it," he shrugged, happy for the news that even Marc was behaving and no one had tried severing anyone's anything in a couple days. He glanced at Fauve and his brow knotted a little with questions. "You know I just thought of something. Caden.. Cade... don't you think that's a little weirdly coincidental? Figure we may have some connection back in the past somewhere? I mean, she's put together out of stuff and I came from who-knows where, right?"
Richie was looking over the list, flipping the paper as if looking for the rest. Not finding any, he seemed mystified and happily so with a raise of his brow until Justin brought up Fauve out of the blue. "I.. w-well uh..," he shrugged. He'd never really thought about it, since Justin wasn't exactly the first thing on his mind with Fauve around.
"Oh." Was the one word she was able to form as she stared at Justin, his comments and ideas were not at all expected and she was as shocked if not more than Richie was. "It might.." She replied weakly and made a face at Justin as she started looking down at herself and running her hands lightly over her arms.
He noted the expressions easily enough. "I guess.. maybe you hadn't figured," he cringed a little. "Well.. it's mighty pretty 'stuff'.. that can kick me from here to Tuesday," and probably should, he thought but sighed and smiled. "It was meant as a compliment, darlin'."
Compliment or not it made her uncomfortable and had an array of unpleasant and frightening thoughts running through her mind. She stared at Justin for a moment longer and then stepped half behind Richie, sort of pulling him in front of her to shield her from Justin. "Make him go away." She pouted, her fingers curling into Richie's sleeve.
Justin chuckled uneasily, a scratch behind his ear then a snap of his finges over his fist as he backed up. "Going... going.. Just shows ya some girls don't know how pretty they are.."
Richie drew the line. Glowering and poiting at the door, he still offered a wink. He wasn't angry but ushered him out just the same. "I'll handle this. You... just go."
Fauve was still watching Justin warily, her mouth in a small pout as she tried to explain a little why what he said bothered her. "I just don't want to know where the pieces came from.. thats just creepy and a little too 'small world' for my comfort." Though now that the idea had been presented, she was wondering if it was possible.
She spoke quietly behind Richie but he picked it up well enough. "What? Oh... OH! No. Nono no, I didn't say they were -my- parts. I meant, you know... just maybe... we may know the same people, seeing as I was adopted and all."
She continued her thoughts, partially turning to Richie. "..and if he's in me.. he's in.. our children.. and.. " She paused and her gaze went back to Justin. "... what do you mean.. adopted?" The idea in her head changed slightly as her gaze seemed to bore more deeply into the feral.
That look made Justin uncomfortable enough to back up to the door more quickly. "Heh well... looks like you're on Rich-man... seeing as I was going just now. See you later." He paused in the doorway, "Don't forget about the part with the little basket on the doorstep... the girls just love that part."
Richie's hand continued to point at the doorway though he was standing in it already. It waved slightly with insistence that it be sooner rather than later. He spoke over his shoulder to Fauve, "He's kidding about the basket, but maybe we should talk about the rest if it bothers you."
She stayed behind Richie gripping his shirt and only peeked out from his side to look up at him with big brown eyes and a tiny shrug.
"We'll talk.... later. C... come on out here. Why are you hiding?"
"I'm made out of parts? Makes me sound like some kind of freak monster.. our children aren't going to be freak monsters too, are they?"
"No. He has a bad way of saying what's on his mind without realizing how it sounds to some people. I'm sorry. You're not made of parts. The people who looked after you, made changes and embellishments. You're not a freak monster. You're a victim of a very cruel past and it's something that is not your fault."
Her hands curved around her tiny pooch of swelling belly and pouted a little, slowly bringing her eyes up to his face. "But.. I am.. what they did to me.. it won't make them.. " She bit her lips trying to find the right words to convey her worry and fear.
"We... made them and they will be beautiful children, no matter what," he said softly. "They may be gifted, but we won't know for a while. I checked with your doctor and he confirmed that." He winked and offered a gentle smile, trying to untuck her from behind him so he could offer the comfort of his hug.