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({Hannah}) wrote: "Declan smiled considerably brighter"Of what?"
"You forget what I can do to you." Patrik replied, returning the slight grin.
Josiah looked down at Salem and kissed her cheek. MOving slowly..."
"A heart."
"Oh I forget do I?" Patrik asked sarcastically, though he was genuinely interested in that statement.Josiah smiled down at him.
((And Idk what to do with my beloved Emmy...))
((Hmm...Emmy can hold Eliana? And somethin' could happen.))"Yes, you do, it seems," she said, eyes sparking.
Eliana started crying.
Logan's mouth opened and closed, making bubbles.
((Ok sounds like a good plan to me.))"In what way?" Patrik's eyes flashed, like sunlight bouncing off water.
"Emmy?" Josiah asked without really asking
Emmy nodded
"I've got her."
She leaned over the crib and scooped Eliana up
"Hi baby." she said to her
((:P))Farrow noticed but didn't think on it. "Oh, nothing really important..."
Eliana stopped immediately, looking at Emmy with eyes far too intelligent for a baby.
Emmie (AKA Clementine/Connie/You) wrote: "({Hannah}) wrote: "Declan smiled considerably brighter"Of what?"
"You forget what I can do to you." Patrik replied, returning the slight grin.
Josiah looked down at Salem and kissed her cheek...."
Patrik stayed looking at her his tone losing most of the joking manner"No, Farrow. Really, what?"
Emmy stared back curiously.
Declan smiled
({Hannah}) wrote: "Patrik stayed looking at her his tone losing most of the joking manner"No, Farrow. Really, what?"
Emmy stared back curiously.
Declan smiled"
She shook her head. "Doesn't matter."
Eliana's hand came to rest on Emmy's cheek, her little eyes never breaking contact.
"Ok, your turn to question me." Declan said Patrik got annoyed again
"Yeah, to me it does."
Her eyes stayed glued to the baby girl's, a little tattooed baby. Tattoos that mirrored her own, as well as Eliana's father's.
That took him a while to decide. Then finally the answer seemed to leave his mouth of its own accord"Me."
Declan looked at her, God it was so hard to explain.
({Hannah}) wrote: ""Ok, your turn to question me." Declan said Patrik got annoyed again
"Yeah, to me it does."
Her eyes stayed glued to the baby girl's, a little tattooed baby. Tattoos that mirrored her own,..."
"How can it, when you know not what it is?" Farrow asked, going into one of her odd moods.
Eliana's tattoos glowed lightly, barely noticable.
Patrik clenched his fists at his sides"Nevermind Farrow." The water in the sink started to move, it looked like a little ocean with rough seas.
Emmy smiled at the soft light Eliana's tattoos produced. The color that they gave off was different to every person that bore them.
Declan closed his eyes
"I'm constantly at war with myself." he tried
"You get mad easily," she noted emotionlessly. "When did that start?"The tiny baby finally closed her eyes.
Declan looked at her"Because I've decided that I'm going to do what's right, instead of what's easy and makes sense."
Patrik calmed himself down easily
"I've been with Emmy for almost 7 years, I'm surprised it hasn't happened sooner."
Emmy stroked Eliana's hair, then ran a finger over her tiny tattoo.
Farrow smiled slowly, not happy nor amused. It was just a bland, doll-like smile. Fake, but real at the same time. "True. How. True."Her little fingers quivered against Emmy's cheek.
({Hannah}) wrote: "Declan looked at her"Because I've decided that I'm going to do what's right, instead of what's easy and makes sense."
Patrik calmed himself down easily
"I've been with Emmy for almost 7 year..."
"But... hating yourself isn't right," she said softly.
Patrik took in the look with severe annoyance. Emmy put Eliana back in her crib, she turned looking for Patrik.
JOsiah looked over at Emmy
"She's sleeping?" he asked sitting on the back of the couch. Still trying to get Logan to sleep
Emmy looked at him
"Yeah. Fell right asleep."
Declan smiled softly
"I don't hate my self. You asked for my worst enemy, not who I hate the most."
Some part of Farrow noticed, but not the part that was dominant at the moment. She stood stiffly and went to the window.Eliana slept peacefully.
Logan fussed a while longer and then began to drift off.
Patrik watched her, with interest mingled with strained patience."Wow." Josiah nodded to her
Emmy made a face
"I know right? I'm not an awful anger issue person all the time. Miracle isn't it?"
Josiah laughed softly
Dani looked at him."What's the difference?"
Farrow didn't really care about anything at that moment. She felt dark. Truly. Dark. It was as if ink was running through her, staining her in shadows. She felt it, heavy like tar. Sticky. Hot. Suffocating.But she didn't care. She couldn't bring herself to care.
Logan coughed once and fell asleep.
((I have to say. I do love Farrow...))Patrik looked at her, he could almost sense the change in her. Something was definately not right.
Emmy's eyes flicked up.
JOsiah placed Logan in his crib, then straightened.
Emmie (AKA Clementine/Connie/You) wrote: "Dani looked at him."What's the difference?""
Declan raised an eyebrow"YOu don't have to hate an enemy..."
Declan smiled, which seemed innaproprite at the time, but he couldn't stop himselfOh the things you don't know
"How could you possibly hate someone you've never laid eyes on? You just have to go off stories of what they did that makes them deserving of your hate. Because that's what they tell you, they Deserve it." His irish accent became more prominent as he spoke.
({Hannah}) wrote: "((I have to say. I do love Farrow...))Patrik looked at her, he could almost sense the change in her. Something was definately not right.
Emmy's eyes flicked up.
JOsiah placed Logan in his..."
((aw thanks! I'm beginning to love her too. I am putting her in my NaNo.))
She ran her fingers down the glass, leaving smears on the suddenly frost-covered surface. "Pretty, isn't it?" Blood dripped from the bottoms of the jagged lines, but it came from nowhere.
Dani waited a moment before speaking. "That's true," she said softly. "I guess I don't hate my family's murderer."
((Really? That's awesome!))((NaNo starts tonight right?))
Patrik looked startled as he walked to her side.
Emmy's eyes caught Josiah's
"Something's off." She commented moving towards the kitchen
Josiah nodded and trailed after her.
Declan looked at her
"That's not the same thing, Love..."
((Today. :D 'cause it's November 1st! Gah! I'm so excited, albeit unprepared plot-wise.))((How's your planning?))
Farrow laughed quietly, no amusement on her face. She reached out and smeared the blood across the window. "What a waste...a waste. Why do we all waste things, Patrik?"
((Omg I know. It's killing me. My planning is VERY rough. im trying non-fiction first person. GAH it will be the death of me I know it... How about you?))Patrik watched the blood mix with the watery sheen of condensation, weirdly captivated by it.
"We don't think we need it, so we get rid of it." he replied
Emmy stopped short in the doorway, Josiah's firm grip keeping her from going a step farther.
((I wish you all the best of luck, my Twin! Um...planning sucks. A lot. I have basic character backgrounds for some, but no plot. I think I'm doing fiction first person, but with two alternating views.))"But we're wrong, aren't we," she giggled, leaving a pink-ish handprint on the wall beside the window. "Waste not."
((That sounds really cool :) Sending some luck your way as well Twin! Yes. But what is not so much fun is I normally don't plan... I have a basic plot line and then (like a roleplay) I make it up as I go...))"No, waste not." Patrik was humoring her.
Emmy shot a look to Josiah. He wasn't lookign at her. Just focusing on the scene before him.
((Thanks Twin! I really need that luck. :D That's what I do too, usually.))She turned, looking at Patrik closely. Farrow didn't blink, didn't smile, barely breathed. "Liar."
((Your welcome! I have a feelign we both will, if we're to live untill christmas. does it work?))Patrik stared right back, his gaze sharp as ice.
"And if I am?"
Emmy watched Patrik's eyes. They never looked like that.
Josiah was keeping tabs on Farrow. Neither of them spoke as they attended to their inspections.
((olo Yeah. Um...it does work, yes. But it helps to think ahead a bit.))"Lying is bad, Patrik. Don't you know that?" she tilted her head to the side. "Are you cold, Patrik? You look cold."
((I would guess so. haha))Patrik shrugged boredly
"Come now Farrow, its not always bad is it?" he ignored her later question.
Josiah's grip on his sister went slack and he dropped his arm to his side. Emmy didn't move, she just stared and stared
((:P))Her eyes narrowed. "Lying is always wrong, Patrik. Always." Farrow paused for a moment, hands clenched at her sides. "I asked you something, Patrik. You didn't answer me. Is that because you are cold?"
Patrik laughed darkly, freakishly out of character for him"Not always Farrow." The window iced over reacting to Patrik "No, not cold in that sense."
Emmy, for the first time in her life, knew how Patrik felt when he watched her become the darker version of herself al these years.
"Always," she insisted simply, turning to touch the window again. "Not this cold. Cold inside, Patrik. I can see the ice," she traced her fingertip over the icy window. "I can feel it. It comes from inside."
Patrik stared at her, the glass cracking from the ice's fragidity."You're one to talk. I can feel how dark you get as well. Like ink staining your soul, maybe mine freezes, but then again Emmeline's burns, Josiah leaves his elsewhere every now and again, and Salem- well she's just Salem." His tone took on a touch of mockery.
JOsiah had gone rigid, Emmy just watched in something like horror.
Farrow splayed her hand flat on the ice and then pulled it back, curiously watching the inky substance left behind as it spread. "Salem," she sounded almost amused. "Has a lot to learn."
Patrik watched as it drove the ice away. As if the ink held its own heat."That she does, though, not a lot of time left to learn it. Let's hope she get's it before they get to her."
Josiah started towards them
"Touch them and I will hurt you." Emmy growled quietly grabbing his arm
((brb *sigh*))
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She looked around at the kids, who didn't seem to care, and decided she wouldn't care either. So she let her perfect brownies burn.