Gabriella and her son Sacha
The games of men exhaust me. A Lady of Lake-town. A Mother. A wife. The peacekeeper. indie rp blog. multi-shipping, multi-verse (though /hobbit verses will be preferred).
Imma beat chu
creeper love is deeper loveeeeee. i’ll type up one reply so you’ll get to enjoy a brief moment of my presence and amazing writing skills
No you really don’t have to if you’re tired bubba! Go to sleep. I’ll just sit here cursing your soul for all eternity. No biggie.
oh you little fucker. don’t tell me you’re online
*whispers* i’m always watching.. waiting
outofmarigolds; I just actually dozed off with my face against the keyboard. I think it’s smarter to go and sleep now than try to write any replies
because I don’t think I would be able to get over the humiliation of reading my even shittier writing tomorrow. BAI.
The writer’s job is to get the main character up a tree, and then once they are up there, throw rocks at them.
The hunger he felt wasn’t like any hunger a human could ever feel. He could hear his blood rush, accompanied by the heartbeats of everyone who passed him by on the street. The headaches he went through daily were so piercing that it was a wonder his head hadn’t split in two yet, and the constant flicking of his eyes — how they changed to black and then right back to normal — was getting out of control. He’d already bitten himself at least a dozen times to keep himself from attacking anyone, and that was just the tip of the iceberg.
So he’d slipped. Not once, not even twice, but three times.
He knew what it was about, but admitting it had been harder than he would’ve expected to. Living with someone who was prey for him, to the monster, was starting to drive him out of his tracks. The truth was messy and more than a little unbelievable for someone who didn’t understand the world Mitchell lived in, but even harder was keeping it a secret. He was struggling, and it wasn’t just physical.
The last couple of weeks had been a nightmare that didn’t seem to have an end. He’d tried avoiding Gabrielle. He didn’t return her calls or messages even hours after he’d noticed them, and came home so late that he often didn’t even see her before he left for work again. Sometimes he said he had to go to the hospital even though he had the day off, then spending the whole day at Jake’s place — bribing Jake to keep his mouth shut. He knew she was suspecting something, but the way his cravings were tugging his insides and making him a danger to everyone around him made him think it was better. Suspecting was good. Suspecting meant that she was questioning his honesty — the honesty that was grey to begin with. He hated himself. And the only way of getting out of it was to make her hate him too.
It was nearly 4am. Mitchell had finished his shift about two hours ago and after that he’d just walked aimlessly through the streets of Bristol; smoking one cigarette after another to keep himself warm. But now his pack was empty and it had started raining. He’d given up and walked back to his own neighbourhood, pulling his leather jacket’s collar up against his neck to keep the water from falling straight onto his skin. With cold-stiffened hands he opened the lock and pushed the door open enough to inch himself in with as little noise as possible. The whole apartment was dark, and the only sound Mitchell could hear was the water that dropped down to the floor from his drenched clothes. Thankfully. He leaned against the door to close it, breathing in deep as he pressed his eyes shut and let his head drop against the door’s hard surface. One more night, he assured himself, even though he knew it was a lie. He couldn’t end it.
Things had changed. And even that was one giant understatement of the century. Though she tried to act as if everything was normal, as if everything was the same as it had always been. Though nothing could be further from the truth. Mitchell had times when he could be distant, hostile. She knew that. She dealt with that. But this new, Mitchell she couldn’t cope with. Gabrielle didn’t know what to do anymore. She told herself she should have seen this coming. She could feel it in her gut, all of the signs were there. She just chose to think better of them. Her first thought was that he’d grown tired of her. Like he didn’t want to be with her anymore. But that soon changed, now he looked like he was disgusted to be around her. Like he couldn’t even bare to look at her for more than a minute never mind sleep in beside her in the same bed.
That’s when she decided enough was enough, if he wasn’t going to be man enough to tell her. Then she’d do it herself. Gabrielle let no one push her around. Not even Mitchell. Perhaps she was more lenient because it was him. But everyone has a breaking point. You just got to figure out how hard to push.
And all of that, had brought her to this very moment. She stood quietly, in that little home in Bristol, in the early hours of the morning. Packing. He should have been home by now, but as she had guessed, he hadn’t come home. er train to London was due in an hour and a half. Early train. He’d never even realise she’d gone. There was still a long time before she’d have to catch it. But sitting in the cold train station seemed like a more comforting place right now.
And that’s when she heard the lock click. He’s home. Maybe she could still leave quietly. He hadn’t shown much interest recently, why would he now? Maybe he wouldn’t even blink at her dragging her case out of the door. Maybe, just maybe.