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| Main Course of In-laws (Jason/Aidan) | |
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| Topic Started: Mar 8 2009, 03:05 PM (211 Views) | |
| Emilia Deveraux | Mar 18 2009, 06:33 PM Post #21 |
REINHA :: Queen of Thugs
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Emilia was finally being reminded of one of the less enjoyable parts of being pregnant while she kept her breath steady and repeated over and over in her head that she wasn’t going to be sick. As much as she wanted to believe it though, she knew it was a pointless hope. That didn’t mean she wasn’t going to keep on hoping while a few people gathered around to ask if she was feeling alright. She was certain at one point she tried to nod her head, only for that nauseous feeling to grow worse and so she stopped. The memories of going through a similar thing years ago only brought up old fears and grief that she’d have preferred not to remember as well. While she was fairly certain in the back of her mind that Jason wouldn’t stay angry at her for the small discrepancy, a large part of her was still frightened of having to go through everything by herself. The blonde was fighting back the tears that threatened – refusing to give in to stupid hormonal emotions – when the men returned. “What’s wrong?” Aidan’s question was simply replied to with a groan from the woman whose forehead was now rested against the edge of the table. With her eyes closed, it almost didn’t feel quite as bad... almost. She couldn’t kid herself into thinking that it was gone, just maybe distract herself. Feeling the gentle hand placed on her back helped a little. "Are you okay...? Is it the..." “Morning sickness... your fault...” The blonde managed to mumble out sourly as she sniffed, not particularly caring who was around now as she leaned over just a little toward Jason automatically. She honestly hadn’t expected for it to happen just yet – if at all. Perhaps it was wishful thinking on her part. "Come on... let's get you to the restroom." Another groan from the blonde; Emi didn’t want to move, because she knew the moment she shifted at all she was going to be ill and she was still desperately trying to push down the urge to vomit. Unfortunately, the moment she make the motion to shake her head gently, the dizziness struck and the woman sprung upright, standing instantly with her hand over her mouth. In almost a golden blur, she pushed past anyone in her way as she bolted to the bathroom, dashing to a stall to lean over a toilet bowl and begin retching. Of all the nights... well, on the upside at least there was no more news to tell Aidan after this. |
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| Aidan Fanel | Mar 21 2009, 01:49 PM Post #22 |
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”Are you okay…? Is it the…” Was it what? Morning sickness… your fault…” Oh hell no. ”Come on… let’s get you to the restroom.” That was the last straw. Didn’t Jason realize what he was, or was going to be, putting Emily through? Lycanthropes didn’t carry children, shifting caused the death of every single child that any shifter Aidan had ever known had tried to carry to term. There was no way around it, and now this mangy mongrel had gotten his sister pregnant and they hadn’t aborted earlier than this? Aidan reached to grab hold of Jason’s arm as he attempted to escort Emily to the bathroom, or would just follow closely behind if Jason shrugged him off. His words were quiet, but anger heated them as he spoke. “What the fuck are you two thinking? She can’t have babies! You’re going to hurt her so much more when she forcefully aborts rather than getting it done early.” “Y’know what, you aren’t even worth this.” A twisted sort of grin flitted across the man’s features as he released Jason’s arm (or moved away, if that were the case). “Don’t go anywhere Jason.” Aidan turned around then, walking brusquely towards the front door, and then out. Aidan had just the thing for mangy, rabid, feral wolves. Pulling out his keys, Aidan hit the trunk button to pop it open. Keys went back into his pocket as he reached the trunk. Aidan clearly wasn’t thinking straight, but then he had found himself perhaps a smidge over protective of the sister he never knew about. All the lost years of brotherly protection exploding out in the short time he had been in Paris. Shifting some of the contents of his trunk to the back, Aidan hooked his hands around the edges of the ‘floor’ of the trunk, and lifted with minimal effort. Inside a recessed alcove was a small arsenal of artillery that was a small portion of what Aidan called his. His eyes roved over the sawed-off shotgun first, very tempting, but very loud as well. The AR-15 was a little big for his tastes in this situation; noticeable wasn’t going to be good here. Simple fail-safe then was to pull out the Sig he already had on him. From the trunk he pulled out the silencer that was the match to the gun in his hand. Aidan took a moment then to glance up towards the front door to see if anyone had followed him as he screwed the silencer into place. |
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| Jason Young | Mar 22 2009, 06:55 AM Post #23 |
Ulfric // Emi's Beau
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If there was one thing that Jason had not experienced in all his time with Emilia, he definitely had to be her being ill. They were lycanthropes, it was one thing they never had to be concerned about. But there seemed to be one exception to that rules... “Morning sickness... your fault...” Jason winced as both her ailment was mentioned and that she placed the blame squarely on him. True he might have had a part in it, but yeah it wasn't his intention to make her stomach do flips. All he could do was support her though and hope that she could move to go to the restroom. Even without looking he could feel the daggers that Aidan had to be glaring into the back of his head. That was a minor concern at the moment as Jason wondered if he would have to pick her up and carry Emi into the facilities. At least until she suddenly found her feet and bolted toward the nearest bathroom. The wolf was not too far behind, though he had only made it a few steps past the crowd when he suddenly felt a firm hand around his arm. Immediately it stopped him in his tracks just as he saw Emi disappear and tore his gaze away to look back to Aidan. “What the fuck are you two thinking? She can’t have babies! You’re going to hurt her so much more when she forcefully aborts rather than getting it done early.” Jason stared at the other man a moment. What was he babbling about? Abortion? “Y’know what, you aren’t even worth this.” At first confused by the wierd grin on Aidan's face, it suddenly dawned on Jason what the leopard might do when Jason was asked to stay there. "Son of a bitch." He cursed under his breath before rolling his eyes and head toward the ceiling. Jason brought a hand to his forehead, taking a moment to rub his temples to relieve the pressure now building there. Great... just great. Emi was in the bathroom puking her guts out and angry brother Aidan was out finding a shotgun. Torn between going to the restroom (with a thought of barricading himself in there until Aidan came to reason) and going outside, Jason instead moved back to the table and immediately snatched Emi's purse. He spared only a glance toward the front of the house before Jason spun around to walk quickly through the doors and into the kitchen. Oh there were plenty of french curses and an angry maitre de in his face. But Jason shrugged through them all just before stopping long enough at the door to pull out the gun that had been hidden in the purse. "Here." He shoved the purse at the Host, "Give this to the sick lady in the bathroom." With that he departed out the backdoor and into the alley behind the restaurant. All Jason could think of was how all of this was a really bad idea and he had told Emi that it was. He had told her so. God, how he had told her so. Jason slipped around toward the side of the building to where the vehicles were parked before he peeked around the corner to see Aidan screwing on the silencer to a pistol. The wolf leaned back against the wall before he shouted, "Aidan. I think there's been a huge misunderstanding here... we can talk about this!" Edited by Jason Young, Mar 22 2009, 06:55 AM.
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| Aidan Fanel | Mar 22 2009, 04:54 PM Post #24 |
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’He attacked me…no, no, no, that would never work. It slipped? Not likely. Why the hell should I even have to explain myself? It doesn’t matter what she thinks, he isn’t right for her. She needs someone better, deserves it.’ Aidan pulled the slide back and let it pull forward with a loud metallic click. Maybe he wouldn’t kill Jason after all…Emily did seem happy with him, even if he was all wrong for her. The leopard had begun to conceal the gun when he heard Jason. ”Aidan. I think there’s been a huge misunderstanding here… we can talk about this!” Aidan lifted his head up, eyes shifting towards the source of the voice. Aidan shut the trunk almost completely, leaving it open only just in case he needed easy access to one of his other ‘toys’. “Oh I don’t think so. Emily’s pregnant, you’re the father. I hardly think there’s anything else to talk about.” Aidan kept the gun pressed against the leg that wasn’t facing the restaurant. He moved fluidly towards the corner where Jason’s voice had come from. “What are you even doing out here? I thought you were told to stay where I left you. Such a bad dog, Jason; Stay is one of the first tricks any dog learns. Sit. Stay. How hard is that to screw up?.” Aidan was goading the man, hoping that would bring him out in the open, or at least out from behind the corner enough to get a decent shot in. |
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| Jason Young | Apr 1 2009, 01:40 PM Post #25 |
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Ulfric // Emi's Beau
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“Oh I don’t think so. Emily’s pregnant, you’re the father. I hardly think there’s anything else to talk about.” Just great. How in the world did Emilia ever think that this would go well? Both men now had guns and were just minutes away from a shoot out in the alley behind the restaurant they were suppose to be having a nice sit-down dinner at. “What are you even doing out here? I thought you were told to stay where I left you. Such a bad dog, Jason; Stay is one of the first tricks any dog learns. Sit. Stay. How hard is that to screw up?” The werewolf rolled his eyes while still keeping his back against the wall, "You know dog jokes have to be one of the oldest tricks in the book, Aidan." Jason raised the gun to check the clip and ensure there was enough ammo in there if things got truly out of hand. Maybe a light exchange would be all that was needed. At least that's why he hoped, "Come on Aidan, what do you think she's gonna think if you start shooting up the street?" This was so damn ridiculous, why was he even trying to negotiate? He should have been in the bathroom helping Emi with her bout of morning sickness, not trying to defuse an angry half-brother. "Emily is fine with being pregnant you know! So I don't know what the big fucking deal is!" Jason peered out and around the corner briefly before ducking back again as to avoid any bullets fired in his direction. |
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| Emilia Deveraux | Apr 5 2009, 11:14 PM Post #26 |
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REINHA :: Queen of Thugs
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There was one thing Emilia had forgotten about over the past five years or so and she wondered how she could have ever missed that. Morning sickness... a horrible, horrible thing that apparently even affected someone who was a lycanthrope and normally couldn’t get sick from anything. Proceeding to the closest stall, she’d promptly leaned over the bowl as she began retching painfully. Naturally it only made her feel even more miserable as she pulled her hair back with one hand while supporting herself with the other. It almost felt like she was losing everything from lunchtime onward and it actually took a few minutes or so to realise that that was completely by herself – when she was sure that Jason had been following close behind her. Was he that shy about walking into the ladies, that he couldn’t even check on her to make sure she was alright? The thought of that only seemed to make her feel even more depressed if this was how it was going to be for the entire time she’d have to endure this. After a few more minutes again, the blonde was able to compose herself a little and flushed the toilet before partially stumbling to lean against a basin as she washed her hands and splashed a little water over her face. The knock on the ladies room door pulled a raised eyebrow before a head peeked around, belonging to the maitre de who was holding her handbag. With a sigh, Emi reached over for it with a nod, thanking him briefly as she accepted the bag, instantly noticing there was just a hint of a weight difference which made her frown. That frown only deepened when she was told the man who’d asked the bag be brought to her had disappeared out the back. It only took a quick inside her bag to notice that her gun was gone and the women swore furiously in French before storming out of the bathroom, still feeling terrible, but also quite aggravated. No doubt something had gone on between the men – or was about to at least – and it was apparently too important to wait to make sure she was alright, or even to just think through things clearly. After all, she had managed to hear Aidan saying something to Jason as she’d rushed off. The blonde cougar picked up one of the bottles off the table as she walked past, and let the waiter know that they would be back, before making her way out the front. Walking carefully and quietly out the door, she cast her gaze about, catching site of Aidan further along the street near the side of the building with his back to her. Which meant she also saw the gun he was apparently hiding. With an internal curse, the cougar moved out silently just a little so that she had room, before lining up her brother with the rather large bottle and swinging back before putting all her force into hurling it directly toward the backs of his knees. Whether it hit or not, it would at least distract him from Jason as Emi glared furiously – a mixture of feeling ill, and frustration at both the men, “Baise! Both of you, get the hell back inside the restaurant... Right. NOW.” Even as she spoke, her eyes darted to the trunk of Aidan’s car which, she could just see from where she was, was left open just a fraction. There was no doubt in her mind what she’d find in there if they wanted to be difficult. |
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