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Post by Carley on Sept 16, 2015 1:49:32 GMT -8
She just stared at me, Clem.
stare.
Yeah, like that. Just like that, actually. You're doin' an uncanny impression. Her smile got a bit soft 'round the edges, but readin' her was so impossible.
meow.
Yeah, yeah, I'm feedin' you. Simmer down.
into the kitchen.
I mean, she put the ring on. That's gotta count for somethin'. And she didn't say no. Didn't toss the thing back at my face. Started talkin' 'bout weddin' traditions, actually, but...
eat. stare.
What, now you're gettin' picky on me?
eat.
I'm not askin' her to run off with me tomorrow and elope. I ain't holdin' with no fancy fairy tale crap, and she ain't either. That look in her eyes though...Clem, do y'think it's the baby thing that's holdin' her back?
slow blink. sad cambion. sad is bad.
I don't care if she can't make 'em or doesn't wanna make 'em 'cause of some curse. It ain't the end of the world. I mean...yeah...it'd be nice, I guess...she'd make a good mum, Clem.
ankles. rub. circle. chirp.
Y'think I'd make a good dad?
meow.
Yeah. Who'm I fuckin' kiddin'. My own father wasn't even there for me. I wouldn't know thing one 'bout raisin' kids. Maybe we ought to just stick to Lucy. Your little sister. Lucy Lyons-North. God, that was her doin'. She even sounds like a kid, don't she?
sad. into bedroom. bed. purr.
I wish I was better at bein' half-incubus. Or maybe less good at it.
purr. sit on lap. nuzzle face. face wet.
I just wanna make her happy.
purr.
purr.
sleep.
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Post by Carley on Sept 17, 2015 1:21:08 GMT -8
Seems you've taken quite a shine to Freya, Clem.
meow.
She's great. Haven't seen her in so damn long. They pulled us apart 'cause they had to, y'know.
meow. MEOW. stare at food bowl.
Oh for Christ's sake. There, eat.
stare. wet food. wet food not like.
Eat it, Clem. You're not gettin' nothin' else til I go to the store on Friday, yeah?
eat. sulk.
It's good to have somebody else like me 'round here. And I know Soren's like me, but he ain't like me.
eat. stare.
We're cambions, the both of us, but he's got the whole macho meaty thing goin'. That ain't me.
lick paws. clean face.
Frey? She knows what's up, she does.
bedroom. follow.
I wonder why Dad's been keepin' in contact with her and Ginger, though. Mum always talks like he's gone from everyone's lives. Maybe he ain't. Maybe he's been followin' me, too.
cambion throw shirt. cambion throw shirt on clemens. stuck in shirt.
Whoops. [laughter] Here, let me help you out of there. I'm glad you followed Mum home when you did. You'd die of starvation out on the streets, you would. Dumb, dumb kitty.
petting! purr purr purr.
Sent her here so I'd keep an eye on her? Without askin' or tellin' me? What sort of a man is Dad, anyway?
on bed. stare.
I mean I know he's an incubus, but...
headbutt. shove head in cambion face. kisses! kisses now!
Oh, bloody hell, Clem. You're useless.
purrrrrrrrr.
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Post by Carley on Sept 21, 2015 0:49:23 GMT -8
You're actin' like I betrayed you.
stare.
Oh, c'mon now. The weddin' ain't gonna be for a while, I'm sure. I don't even know if we're engaged proper. I don't think blurtin' it after I fucked her into a babblin' wreck really counts, Clem.
stare.
It ain't a legitimate proposal, is what I'm sayin'. Girl like Bethy deserves the whole fancy experience, don't she? Roses and dinner and a big pretty diamond. Joe's doesn't exactly pay me a king's ransom.
stare.
Oh for cryin' out loud. C'mere.
pettings? pettings. meow.
You like Bethy. I know you do.
meow.
Yeah. She'd kinda be your mum. In as much as she's Lucy's mum.
bedroom. follow. sit. stare.
She's it for me. I know we haven't really been together that long, but she's it for me, Clem. Ain't nobody else. Just her. Nobody else would've loved me like that if I came strollin' into their room lookin' like Halloween came early.
meow. kisses? headbutt.
Yeah, see? It ain't so bad. And she gave me some clarity about dad. Can't believe the bastard's actually decided I'm his dear son now, after all these years.
stare. oh no.
I ain't somethin' you can throw away when I'm just a kid and then come back and claim as your own, y'know? He still talks to me like I'm three. Offerin' me those damned cinnamon sweets.
bad bad this is bad.
Well, I'll tell you somethin', Clemens. He's welcome to come and teach me how to do whatever it is a cambion does, other than seduce, but he ain't my dad, and I ain't his son.
bad bad bad run bad!
Clem? Where you goin'?
run!!!
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Post by Carley on Sept 27, 2015 3:34:25 GMT -8
Alright, Clem. Let's do this. I don't need dear old Dad comin' round to help me. I got the wings, yeah? It's all I need.
stare. dumb cambion.
Here we go!
flap flap flap. dumb. dumb dumb.
See?! I don't need him!
oh! maybe not dumb? cambion fly!
Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck!
no. dumb. cambion fall.
I can't move my leg.
walk. sit on chest.
Clem, get up, this ain't funny! I can't move my leg!
meow.
Go get my phone, Clem. Over there, by the tree. Up the hill. I gotta call somebody.
meow?
Please? Shit, Clem, this is bad, this is real bad.
up hill. how get?
...
talkbox bring in mouth!
You did it. You actually did it! Clem, you're a lifesaver.
pettings! purrrrr. dumb cambion hurt. hurt bad. clemens sad.
Yes, health services? Yeah, this is Tucker North, I'm a student...took a bit of a nasty tumble on the Green and my leg ain't doin' what a leg should be doin'. Can you get somebody out here? Down on the east side of the hill. Thanks. I'll be here. Yeah, I ain't goin' anywhere, trust me.
sit on chest. purr. knead.
Ow! No claws, please. Those things hurt more than you know.
no claws. love. gentle love. poor dumb cambion.
Bethy, hey, I know it's some godforsaken hour, but when you get this, call me. I don't wanna alarm you or anythin', but turns out this whole learnin' to fly by myself idea was kinda...oh, who am I kiddin', it was fuckin' inane is what it was. Leg's broken, I'm sure, guessin' it's a fractured tibia. Health services is sendin' a stretcher out to bring me to the infirmary. Doubt they'll do much, just slap a cast on me and send me back to my quad, but I wanted to give you the heads up. And we're still havin' dinner tonight, I don't care if I gotta hobble my ass around half of London on crutches. Love you, beautiful.
lay down. love. guard! yes! protect!
Aw, Clemens, you big lump. I love you too, buddy. They ain't gonna let you come to the infirmary with me, so you run along home, okay?
purrrrr.
Oh, alright, you can keep me company til they get here.
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Post by Carley on Sept 29, 2015 7:48:31 GMT -8
You've gotta stop standing on my phone when I've got texts up.
stare.
You're over a stone. You're gonna break it.
meow.
Little Lucy you ain't, Clem.
pet. headbutt hand.
I don't even know where to start with Frey, I don't. Should've told her Dad's been lurkin' about, but I guess I thought she already knew.
kitchen. follow. breakfast!
Seems he's been much more...present for her life than he's been for mine. Ain't sure if I should be flattered or offended. Maybe take a third option. None of the above. Here you go, eat up.
yummy food! eat.
I wish you could talk. Could use some advice.
eat. stare.
Then again, what are you gonna do, lend me a hand on family issues? Lend me a paw? Could at least help me memorize cranial sutures for that quiz I got later.
eat. cambion eat too. good. eat good.
Why does it matter that Beth's a Lyons? Y'think Freya will know?
lyons?
Aw, hell. Maybe I should stop tryin' to put it all together for a little bit. Day or so. Gonna drive myself bloody crazy.
stare.
Alright. You're gonna help me memorize stuff anyway. C'mere, let's talk about...oh, I know, let's do somethin' else. Serial founder effect, I'll explain it. It happens when you have this stable population, right, and then some of them go off to a separate location. They become isolated from the original population.
stare. bedroom.
Now once you got isolation comin' into play, there's no more genetic drift between the new population and the original, so you're gonna lose some initial genetic variation, but you might get some new mutations croppin' up that the old population won't have.
stare. why cambion do this? no understand.
So then this second population becomes stable. And you get a small group from the second population who go off to another separate location, and they become geographically isolated too. So the same thing happens again and again and again and that's why Homo sapiens is so diverse across the globe. The serial founder effect.
stare.
Yeah, yeah. I'm just tryin' to think about somethin' else. I didn't expect you to understand. You think I'd make a good professor, Clem?
meow.
Teachin' uni kids all day, then comin' home to my wife and kid. I kinda like that. And you of course, Clem. 'Cause you're gonna live forever, I'm hopin'.
pet. purr.
Alright, I gotta go. I might be home late tonight, yeah? Gotta talk to Frey.
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Post by Carley on Sept 30, 2015 1:40:07 GMT -8
purr. sleep. happy. cambion and witch happy. purr.
...
cambion wake?
...
meow.
Shhh, Clem. Don't wake Bethy.
into living room. follow.
I don't like these dreams.
meow?
They just keep gettin' worse.
meow.
She was dead. Dead. Just layin' there and it was all my fault.
headbutt. pet?
My fault 'cause I knocked her up. My fault 'cause I put a fuckin' demon-spawn in there.
purr.
Yeah, I know. It's just a dream. I know she's in there. Sleepin'. You know, I think that's the only time her brain's actually quiet. When she's sleepin'. Or post-sex.
purrrrr.
Alright. Back to bed for us. I don't want her wakin' up alone.
bedroom. follow. onto bed. lay on witch legs. purrrrr.
Shh, it's nothin', beautiful. Just had a bit of a rough dream. Go back to sleep, Bethy.
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Post by Carley on Oct 1, 2015 2:11:33 GMT -8
run run run run. run? how run? cambion hurt.
no hurt now. wings. mad. mad mad.
meow?
run run run run.
run.
cambion fall.
noise! scream! no! bad! people hear, stop stop stop.
sit on head. meow.
Get off, Clemens.
meow.
I said get the fuck off! I don't wanna hurt you!
up. run. run.
come back later.
cambion run. cambion fly. cambion mad mad mad.
home? no.
witch. cambion need witch. clemens go find?
no. clemens find master.
I am already here, cat. Let him run. It'll burn off his energy. I imagine we'll have so much to discuss later, the boy and I, won't we?
master! purrrrrr.
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Post by Carley on Oct 2, 2015 1:24:24 GMT -8
Careful there, Bethy, get the door. Hey, Clemens!
cambion and witch home!
Aw, did you miss us, big guy?
into bedroom. sleepy witch. happy cambion.
Alright, yeah, let me go feed Clemens real fast. Go 'head and get comfortable, beautiful. I'll be back in a minute. C'mon, Clem.
into kitchen. food!
Guess I still gotta talk to Dad without havin' another damn meltdown. And she's gotta talk to her uncle. Regular family affair, this is becomin', but we gotta find some link between the Lyonses and the Lucases.
eat.
Yeah, yeah. Showin' me your ass. Real classy, Clem.
eat. meow?
Alright. You eat. I gotta grab a few hours of sleep before this test.
eat. meow.
Hey, beautiful. So. Can I interest you in round two? Yeah, yeah, I know we need sleep, but I think I've got somethin' else you also need...
clemens stay here for now.
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Post by Carley on Oct 4, 2015 14:58:45 GMT -8
How much longer do you think I can put off dinner with Mum?
stare. water drip drip, no like.
Well, that's your fault for rubbin' up on me when I'm fresh outta the shower.
shake!
Remember when Mum found you hidin' under the neighbor's car? You were filthy. We had to throw you straight in the bath, we did.
meow.
Yeah, I know you hated it.
on counter. sit.
It's not that I don't wanna see her, I just don't wanna have to have this talk. It's gonna hurt when it turns out she's been lyin', which I can almost guarantee she has.
mirror fog. look at mirror. other kitty hi!
Is a lie of omission really a lie if you're not sayin' it to keep somebody you love safe?
touch touch touch touch thud
Oi! Stop knockin' my things off the counter, you dumb lump.
pettings! purrrrrr.
Can't see a damned thing in this mirror. Move, Clem, I gotta wipe it clean.
move. floor. stare.
Well, even if my insides are a big mess, at least I look good, yeah?
mirror! mirror wrong! mirror move! hisssssss.
Oh for fuck's sake. Calm down, buddy, you're fine. Dunno what's got you so riled.
protect cambion! hiss! fluff! be big scary clemens!
What are you even lookin' at? Chasin' fairies in the walls again, are ya?
where it go where it go where it go?
Ain't nobody here but us, Clemens. Promise.
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Post by Carley on Oct 8, 2015 2:14:53 GMT -8
This nonsense with our shadow-selves is gettin' out of hand, Clem.
food? cambion smell like food.
That infection could've killed Freya if she didn't do somethin' about it. All because she though the wrong me was me.
counter. jump. bag. sniff?
'Course, she's also bloody stubborn. Why are all the women I love the most so stubborn? Her and Bethy, they could out-wait mountains.
sniff. food! lots of food! all kinds! fish here, spicy there!
Oi! Get your head outta there. That ain't yours.
meow.
The curry is for me, the avocado rolls are for Bethy, and the veggie spring rolls are for the both of us. Nose out, furball.
lick self, groom groom, clemens sorry but smell good yum.
You think I was in the right, callin' Mira down to see her? I mean, it obviously did Frey a lot of good.
kitchen. follow.
Poor thing ain't gonna make it to classes tomorrow. Probably not Friday, either. Maybe I'll nose 'round Lily Hall and see about gettin' her assignments for when she's conscious. But I didn't make her do anything she wasn't gonna do on her own, yeah?
bedroom. follow.
I think Frey feels bad. Wants to be a bit more human. I think she cares about Mira, and about that not-homeless guy, Huck. And I know she cares about me, and Mum, and her mum, and Aunt Val. And Dad.
bed! jump. snuggle?
C'mere, lumpy. Aw, belly rubs? Yeah, there you go, big guy.
purr.
I learned to be too human and she learned to not be human enough. Maybe between the two of us we can fashion functional half-demons.
snuggle. yawn. sleepy clemens.
She wants to love. She wants to be somebody's. To have what I have with Bethy. I know I'm lucky, Clem, I do know. Not every girl is gonna understand the needs of a cambion. Or try to suck me off while we compare notes on curses. Lord, I love that woman.
meow?
Well, if Frey starts datin', I'll fuck up anyone who hurts my baby sister, that's for damn sure. Just like I'm gonna fuck up that other-me.
purr. sleepy.
Yeah, yeah. Sleep well.
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Post by Carley on Nov 1, 2015 1:48:55 GMT -8
You could've come if you wanted, Clem! I don't know why you didn't.
stare.
From my understandin', the circle is always open to animals. They can come and go without breakin' it. I think. Dunno, I'd have to double-check with Bethy on that one.
meow. no food! clemens hungry.
Even if they can't, you could've stayed outside the circle. Aw, are you hungry? C'mon.
kitchen. follow.
What am I gonna tell Derrick? I can't well hang out with a guy who wanders about with a cross 'round his neck all the time, can I?
food! eat!
Even if he keeps it under his shirt. One false move and I'm gonna be smokin' like wet kindlin'.
yummy yummy food.
Poor Bethy though. Bet she was thinkin' 'bout Doc. I was too. And Ophelia. There's been too much death this year, Clem.
eat!
And Alice Clare! Bethy's had time to heal, but Alice? It's all so recent. Seein' all that hurt in her eyes made me angry at Mrs. Thistlewaite all over again.
sit. stare.
Well, I'd say she's rottin' in hell but I'm pretty sure hell won't take her sorry ass. C'mon, Clem.
bedroom. follow.
There's another cambion hangin' 'round. Saint Jones. I don't think he's my kind. I feel a pull 'round my kind.
bed. lay. wait.
Seems like a bit of a cocky git, though. Or maybe he was just drunk.
lay. cambion lay. no witch? where witch?
Can't believe it's November. What a year it's been. You ready for 2016 to start, Clem?
cuddle. purr.
Aw, c'mon, you big lump. Let's get some sleep.
purr. purr. purr.
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