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Post by DARBY GRACE ELLIS on May 30, 2012 0:35:19 GMT
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] let me save you ( WORDS ) ENOUGH ( TAGGED ) FADED ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Describing the past couple of months as the best in her life would be an understatement for little Miss Darby Ellis, however they were the most adequate words she could come up with. There wasn’t anything in the English language that could describe them. They were so perfect, in fact, that it was hard for Darby to believe they weren’t entirely made up. She even had to pinch herself every so often just to prove to herself that she wasn’t living in some dream world. It was quite possible in Darby’s mind, considering the fact that she could still hardly believe that Ryden was a real person.
You would have thought that the young firetamer would have gotten used to the fallen angel’s presence in her life by now. It wasn’t like there was a 24 hour period where the pair didn’t see each other. Darby practically saw Ry from the moment she was up and ready to hang out until the very last possible minute when she had to go home and sleep. There had never been a moment since Darby had met Ryden where she didn’t want to see him. She could only hope that it was the same with Ry regarding her, but surely if he felt otherwise, he would have put some breaks between their meetings. Tell her he couldn’t meet one day or something.
That hadn’t happened though, not since Ry had told her that he loved her and she had confessed the same thing back. He must have realized how anxious waiting for him made Darby too, since he had never once shown up late. Ryden was always early. Not quite as early as Darby, who showed up at a ridiculous time so she wouldn’t have to keep him waiting, but early none the less. If they said they’d meet at nine, she’d be there by 8:30 and he wouldn’t be that far behind. And well, that was starting to help with her anxiety a bit, too. When something happened without fail, it was easy to grow accustomed to it. Darby had even cut down from looking over her shoulder for him every ten seconds to every minute or so.
And today shouldn’t have been all that much different. The night before when they had been saying goodbye, the couple had agreed to meet at the coffeehouse at 8:30 sharp. Naturally, Darby was there a half hour early. She nervously ordered a coffee in her quiet way from the sweetheart of a girl who was behind the counter and chose a comfy looking booth that also had a good view of the door. She busied herself with looking out the window, glancing at the door every time it opened. Usually it was just your typical business man or woman stopping in to grab a coffee before heading to work. Every so often, a tired looking college student wandered in, ordered a drink, and took up residence at a table. None of them were Ryden, but she didn’t let herself worry yet. He still had time.
But as the minutes ticked down and the more people that entered that weren’t Ryden, the more Darby started to worry. By the time the clock on the wall hit 8:31, Darby knew something was wrong. She was about to go into full out panic mode, but told herself she shouldn’t be so silly. It was hard to logically talk herself down, but she did so anyway by listing all the mundane things that could be keeping Ryden. He had heard the time wrong and thought she said 9:30 instead of 8:30. Understandable. She wasn’t always the easiest person to understand. Or he had been walking here and got caught up in a conversation with an old friend. Plausible. The fallen must have known more people than Darby could even fathom. It happened when you lived for centuries. He had realized he needed to swing by the bank and grab cash because he was out and he wasn’t about to make Darby pay for his drink. Ryden was always a gentleman.
The mental trick might have worked for a little bit, but by 10 Darby was past the point where that would work anymore. She was almost on the verge of tears, the only thing stopping her being that she was in a public place. And even though she would have much rather gone off into some dark corner and bawl her eyes out, she was afraid of leaving the coffeehouse and having Ryden show up. It was a stupid fear by this point, because clearly if he wasn’t here yet he wasn’t going to come, and yet she was still holding onto that thread of hope.
All Darby could picture was that something awful had happened to him. He was hurt somewhere, even though he should have been able to heal rather quickly. And he couldn’t have been dead, right? The firetamer was under the impression that only another fallen or a guardian angel could kill Ryden, and she couldn’t think of a reason anyone would want to do that. He didn’t bother anyone. Of course none of that was true. Darby was just trying to ignore the reality of the situation; Ryden had decided to take off. Leave Manuka without a word to her.
It had been a fear lurking at the back of Darby’s mind ever since she found out what he was. People who were immortal like him could never stick around in one place for long. Sure, Manuka was an easier place to hide than many, but it didn’t mean he was completely safe either. He was going to have to move along eventually and while the past couple of months had flown by in a blur of complete happiness, the time was certainly adding up. Ry had probably waited until the very last moment to hightail it out of here. And he had probably not told her to try to make it a cleaner break. The fallen knew the girl well enough to know she would have just been a blubbering mess if he told her.
Still, Darby continued to stubbornly shove that thought away, refusing to believe that. While the alternatives were awful, she much preferred to think that Ryden would only leave her hanging in a coffeehouse by herself involuntarily rather than purposely. And it was that thought alone that kept Darby rooted to her spot at the table, nervously tearing her coffee cup into shreds. It was a wonder no one had kicked her out, since she had definitely overstayed her welcome. But luckily the girl behind the counter had realized that Darby wasn’t very well off and left her alone for the most part. The only interaction Darby had with her other than the initial coffee ordering was when the girl – it must have been around lunch time – brought over one of the sandwiches the coffeehouse sold as well as the same coffee Darby had ordered earlier. When Darby had tried to pay her, the girl waved it off and continued about her job.
Eventually, enough was enough and Darby had to give up. The coffeehouse was closing in a few hours and she didn’t want to be more of a nuisance than she had already been. So after quietly thanking the barista one more time, the firetamer ventured out of the coffeehouse and towards her house. She was glad she had made this walk so many times before that she could do the entire thing on autopilot. Her mind was busy with other things, after all. Darby was still trying to reason with herself about why he had never shown up. The nagging in her heart wouldn’t go away, but it was making matters worse. Clearly nothing had happened to him. It was just Darby being Darby and overreacting to a situation that anyone with half a brain could have figured out.
She had probably taken longer than she should have to get home, but it wasn’t like it mattered. Her parents believed she had been out with Ryden this entire time. While they had made their disapproval quite clear, they had never directly intervened and told her what she could and couldn’t too. And Darby’s sisters were pretty much indifferent to the whole thing, only making references towards her and Ryden when the mood struck them. Walking into the house to see her parents sitting silently and reading wasn’t all that shocking. What struck Darby was peculiar was as she said good night to her parents and said she was heading to bed was the looks she got. They looked almost…well smug. As if something they were proud of doing had been accomplished.
Darby chalked it up to tiredness and emotional instability. She was suffering from both. The stress had zapped her physical strength and the worry had sent her mind into overdrive. Of course the firetamer was seeing things; she couldn’t entirely be blamed. Even with the tiredness, sleep did not come easy. Darby found herself crying most of the night, finally letting everything out that she had been holding in at the coffeehouse. She had never been more grateful for being a silent crier as she was at that moment. This wasn’t something she wanted to explain to a concerned sister. And after Darby had cried enough to the point where she was sure she was out of tears, she tried to sleep.
A majority of it was tossing and turning and waking up at the slightest of noises. Once she did drift off to sleep, she was usually woken up by a nightmare. It wasn’t until the sun started to come up that the girl had exhausted herself enough to fall into a deeper sleep. It wasn’t particularly restful, mind you, since her mind continued to play all the scenarios she had come up with over and over again as if to drive everything home, but it was long enough for her to at least reenergize a tiny bit. She needed to, because as much as Darby didn’t want to move from her bed, she knew she needed to continue on a normal routine or she’d just continue spiraling down. But what was she to do without Ryden filling her time?
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Post by RYDEN MATTHEW O'CONNER on May 31, 2012 4:58:06 GMT
 I'M ALL ALONE AND I NEED YOU NOW Ryden couldn't recall a time in all of the years he'd lived so far when he'd felt this content and well, just plain happy. And all thanks to the arrival of a certain little fire tamer in his life. She was the brightest spot in his day, the first thing he thought of in the morning and the last thing to cross his mind at night. Honestly he wasn't sure there was even a time when she wasn't somehow on his mind. Some of his friends had even noticed a change, mentioning how he was smiling so much more these days followed by good-natured ribbing about his love life. He took it all in stride, not really caring what was said because it was exactly the reason for the change. Without her in his life the fallen angel wasn't really sure what he'd even do now, which was a slightly frightening thought, especially when one had forever to live.
He would have been completely content to spend each and every second with her if he could have. Seeing as he didn't necessarily need sleep that wouldn't have been too difficult for his part but Darby was still very much mortal and therefore did. And obviously she would not be allowed to spend the night at his apartment any time soon, possibly never if her parents had their way. Ry was very much aware of just how much they disliked her being with him even if they had yet to put a stop to it. Their opinion wasn't something that bothered him in the least but it certainly would have made things quite a bit easier if they looked more favorably on him being in a relationship with their daughter. He really couldn't complain though since he saw her every day just about, from morning til night most times. In fact he couldn't think of a single day they hadn't seen one another for even a short time since admitting their feelings for each other.
Every single morning they met somewhere, either at the coffee shop or sometimes the park. It didn't really matter the place just being together that counted. She was always there first, waiting for him and he loved that moment when she spotted him, the smile that lit up her entire face and all for him and him alone. It was that split second before that though, when she had yet to see him but he could see her that he like to savor most. Unaware and therefore not hiding or blushing, just Darby. He had noticed how anxious she grew waiting for him though and was always there soon after she arrived so she had as little time to worry as possible. If there was one thing Ry wanted her to realize it was that he would always show up. That if she couldn't count on anyone else in this world she could always, always count on him.
He'd said as much to her plenty of times but those were just words and meant nothing unless backed up by actions to prove them. And he planned on doing exactly that. Like usual they had planned to meet the next morning, this time at the coffee shop at 8:30 on the dot, though they both knew it would be earlier than that, which always made him want to smile inwardly. Only after making sure she was safely through her front door had he left and headed back to his own place, taking his time seeing as there was really no hurry for him to go home and get to bed. It was almost as if he was simply waiting for the sun to hurry up and rise again, a game to test his patience apparently. For a few hours he simply roamed the city, enjoying the warm night as well as the relative silence that always seemed to engulf it this late. No bumper to bumper traffic to worry about or crowds of people to weave your way through.
At some point he ended up in the park, hands in the pockets of his jacket, following the cracked sidewalk along its familiar trail. Probably one of his favorite places in the city if only for the memories it held. Time spent with Darby whittling away the day under the shade of the many trees scattered throughout the area. He could still pinpoint the exact spot where he'd finally told her how he felt about her and it never failed to make him smile when he walked past it. Completely the path as it looped around back to the beginning he headed back towards his apartment finally, deciding that he'd sleep away the last few remaining hours until he went to go meet Darby. Though he didn't need much rest he still needed some to live without risking exhaustion at least.
It didn't take overly long for him to reach his apartment building and jogging up the stairs to the third story where his was located, he pulled out his keys to unlock the door and go inside. No sooner had he stepped one foot in when an explosion of pain went shooting through his skull, sending him to his knees as stars danced in front of his eyes. Stunned from the blow it made him an easy target for another hit and he doubled over on the floor as what felt like the butt end of a gun was slammed against his back. Apparently expecting him to be down for the count one of his attackers grabbed a hold of his shoulder but having gathered what strength he could Ryden slammed his elbow into the man's stomach which sent him stumbling backward. Obviously a fight was not what they wanted, however, because the other assailant moved in and with no hesitation drove a knife through the angel's side. It went in deep, took his breath away for a moment even, and though obviously not a killing blow to him it was enough to slow him down and weaken him enough for the man to slam the butt of his gun against the back of his head where he slumped unconscious to the floor.
By the time he woke again it was to find himself chained between two poles, by both the arms and legs effectively keeping him from moving more than a few inches in any direction. And believe me, he tried. Tried until his wrists were bleeding from the metal shackles rubbing against his skin. He wasn't even sure where he was, what sort of building or even if he was still in Manuka. It was dark and smelled dank and musty which suggested it was old and abandoned at the very least. Not necessarily a comforting thought either. He might not have known where he was or who had brought him here in the first place but he wasn't naive enough to think it was going to end well. He'd was very well aware the dangers of being what he was.
What upset him even more though was knowing that Darby would be waiting for him and he wouldn't show up. That he'd abandoned her. And yet she was the only person who would even know he was gone. Exhausted from fighting in vain against the chains, he let them bear most of his weight, glancing up at the one tiny little window in the whole room. "Darby, I'm so sorry baby...." he whispered softly, wishing he could will that sentence into her thoughts just so she'd know he hadn't left her, not by choice. WORDS ENOUGH TAGGED DARBY<3 NOTES KDJIAJFDOI TEMPLATE BY WE WERE INFINITE ! OF CAUTIO 2.0 |
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Post by SAMUEL RYDER HOLBROOK on Jun 3, 2012 2:12:58 GMT
[style=width:300px; height: 300px; background: url(http://i47.tinypic.com/25s6j48.jpg)] stranger in a strange land How in the world had Sam gotten himself roped into this mess? He had thought that when he had been given this assignment. The thought had repeated when he and a partner were waiting for the fallen angel to return to his apartment. And it had made yet another appearance as Sam sat outside the old building, waiting for the angel inside to wake up. Now the simple answer was there; Sam had thought it was a good idea at the time. When he had first heard about the Plague, it sounded like some wonderful hunter alliance that had the goal to eliminate the supernatural off the face of the planet. While he wasn’t typically one to work well with others, he had thought the Plague was something Manuka needed. There were simply too many supernatural in Manuka for every hunter to have a man for himself attitude.
But things were so much more complicated now. Sam hadn’t realized how sadistic some hunters could be. He was more of one of those people who thought if you were going to kill some supernatural creature, fine. But make it quick. He wasn’t one to draw out something’s death, to try to torture it to get back for whatever. Even if he had met the vampire who murdered his family, Sam would still just try to get rid of it with a quick stake to the heart and leave it at that. Torture didn’t stick well with the kid; it made him sick to his stomach just thinking about it.
Not to mention there was the addition of Freya in his life. Things might have been complicated with them right now, but he knew he wanted to fix it. Maybe it wasn’t the greatest idea. What the hunter really should do was tell her that he just wasn’t the person she used to know anymore, cut off all contact, and let her live a safe, normal human life. She didn’t need to be mixed up in all this hunter stuff. It was dangerous to her wellbeing. Even though Freya herself had never been hunting, never personally done anything to piss off anyone, Sam had. The type of people and supernatural he had pissed off would not hesitate to use Freya to get back at him.
Which was the bigger part of the reason Sam was where he was now. He would have stepped right out of the Plague the moment he met Freya. The kid never was one to commit to something like the Plague, seeing as how he had such a short attention span that even the most novel of ideas grew old for him within a short matter of time. Then with Freya, he wanted to keep her as safe as possible and running around with ruthless hunters like he had been was the opposite of doing that. But he was afraid of abruptly quitting, knowing it’d probably piss them off enough to do something like go after Freya.
It was the same exact fear that had led him to this situation. See, Sam stayed away from what he couldn’t kill; angels and fallen angels, demons (because you could never be sure about those tricky bastards), and immortals (while not impossible to kill, they were often very difficult to). Not only would he most likely be killed if he tried to go after any one of those species, anything he had done would only be considered torture since he couldn’t kill them. And now he was being told to torture this fallen angel. Sam didn’t even think the angel had done anything to piss anyone off. Not from what he could tell. But what could he do? If Sam refused, who knew what they’d do? He’d already had some threats from the higher up in the Plague.
So now Sam was sitting on the ground outside the building, his back against the building, his knees drawn up with his elbows resting on them, propping his face in his hands. The kid was exhausted. Couldn’t really remember the last time he had slept, in fact. It must have been quite a while. At least over 24 hours. This whole thing had been stressing him out entirely too much to sleep all that well the past couple of days and then last night involved waiting for the angel to come home to ambush him. Though Sam himself hadn’t done much during the ambush other than grab the fallen angel’s shoulder and get elbowed in the gut by said angel – his partner had been the overly aggressive one who had thought it was a good idea to bash the angel around a bit with the butt of his gun and stab him and Sam had yelled at him for that later – he was emotionally drained. He had worried over his partner’s actions the entire way to this building. Sam had wanted nothing to do with his partner and had stalked out of the building. Since then, Sam had been sitting outside the building much in the same position he was now, thankful that the other hunter had only been part of the capture mission and not of what was next.
He was half hoping the angel would just not wake up because when he did, that meant Sam had to start his job. The whole thing was dumb; he knew that. There’d be no way in hell he could kill a fallen angel, regardless of whether the Plague had gotten their hands on one of the special angel swords or not. There had to be some sort of angelic mojo that went along with actually being able to use it correctly; all Sam would be doing was pointless stabbing, which was bad enough. But worse was the fact that the Plague wanted Sam to make it as painful as possible for the fallen.
Maybe there was something wrong with Sam and maybe he wasn’t a good hunter; maybe that was why he didn’t understand. Why in the world could they possibly want that? This was exactly what he meant by sick, aggressive people. Now Sam was sure that not everyone in the Plague was like that. He was sure there were hunters just like him. But for some reason, the higher ups seemed to be completely crazy and he just didn’t understand. Did they really have such a personal vendetta against anything unnatural? He understood what it was like to be repulsed by supernatural, understood what it was like to feel your skin crawl because of them, but he didn’t necessarily hate every supernatural. There might have been a time when he felt like that, but he had been slowly realizing that that was ridiculous.
Sam was stuck though. Orders were orders and he couldn’t imagine not following these, as sick as they made him. It came down to protecting people he loved and this fallen that he didn’t know. There were probably people who loved the fallen. No, scratch that, he knew there was because of the very nature of this. Sam hadn’t heard the entire story, but what he had heard of it, it was pretty messed up and backwards, since it meant the Plague was making deals with the very supernatural they were trying to kill. There was some incredibly rich firetamer who had wanted this fallen angel out of the picture because he was involved with one of the members of the family and he was willing to pay a great deal of money to have him taken off their hands.
And now Sam could hear the fallen angel stirring, indicating that he was awake. He didn’t want to go in there and face the other angel; he was ashamed and ashamed wasn’t something the hunter had ever thought he’d feel, especially to a supernatural. But ashamed he was. Ashamed he had had a part in this situation, ashamed of what he was about to do, ashamed that this entire thing was so cowardly and dumb. But he had to push it back, fight the feeling away because it would only make things worse if he continued thinking like that.
The kid sighed, straightening himself up and walking into the building. The first thing his eyes landed on was the angel, not much of a surprise since he was pretty much the only thing in the room, other than a table that held the stolen angel sword and other nasty devices that Sam had no intentions of touching. Even in this dim lighting, the hunter could see how raw the angel’s wrists were; he must have been trying to fight the chains. Sam had to look away, feeling emotions of self-loathing rising up. He wished he would have had the foresight to not get himself mixed up in this.
Sam grabbed the stolen sword without any sorts of conviction and walked towards the fallen angel. He placed it on the floor before getting within striking distance and kept walking towards him. “I want you to know I’m sorry. Sorry about all of this,” Sam started, feeling as if he owed it to the angel. “If I had any say in all of this, it wouldn’t be happening.” Guaranteed the fallen didn’t believe him and Sam couldn’t blame him. Who would, after all? The situation looked awful. But he truly was, down to his very core. Really, he was wondering who really the monster in this situation was. He had always assumed it’d be the supernatural, hands down, but now he wasn’t so sure. After a moment or two, Sam turned, walked over to pick up the sword again, and made his way back to the fallen, all with a pace that clearly showed he was trying to avoid the inevitable. It was time to start though, and maybe the sooner he got this over with, the sooner he could forget about it.
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Post by RYDEN MATTHEW O'CONNER on Jun 22, 2012 4:52:29 GMT
I'M ALL ALONE AND I NEED YOU NOW The fallen's eyes had adjusted fairly quickly to the semi-darkness and it didn't take him long to notice the table situated not all that far away from where he was chained. The array of weapons spread out across its surface were also noted, guessing quite easily on what, or rather who, they were going to be used. You didn't go to all the trouble of waiting to ambush someone just to kill them after you got them back to wherever you were hiding out. No, Ryden knew quite well what happened in these sort of situations. He'd seen in for himself all those years ago in Germany when he was still a guardian. To these people that had him he was little more than a toy to play with, have their fun with and then dispose of however they saw fit. Seeing as only a select few in this world could actually kill him Ryden wasn't sure just how that might end up taking place nor did he really want to dwell on it. Figuring out how to escape seemed a much better use of his mental capabilities though at the moment there was little he could do against the chains holding him.
And for the moment he was being left alone, though he doubted that would last long either now that he was conscious again. In a way he wasn't really surprised that this had happened. He'd been around long enough and dodged enough proverbial bullets throughout all the years that he was bound to get hit at some point. And considering the sudden increase in hunters around the city, or everywhere really, that chance increased with each passing day. There had been a part of him that sort of always figured he was quick enough to escape, that he wouldn't be the one who got caught up guard. There were plenty of others out there, supernaturals who did so much more to warrant a target on their back after all. If anything he did what he could to protect those ignorant of the fact they shared their world with things that weren't human. To a lot of hunters though it didn't matter what you did or didn't do but what you were, which in their minds was a monster plain and simple.
The sound of groaning metal brought his gaze up and it landed on the figure walking slowly towards him, almost as if he wanted to heading anywhere but in his direction. Then again he also could have simply been taking in the sight of having the angel trapped with no way to escape, no where to move. Completely at his mercy. As the man got closer though that idea didn't fit the expression on his features, slightly obscured by the shadows but readable nonetheless. If anything his face held more guilt than gloating. He couldn't even hold the angel's gaze for more than a few seconds before averting it. Not exactly the sort of person Ry was expecting when it came to finally meeting the men who'd attacked him. The chains rattled softly as he shifted slightly, his brown eyes quietly following Sam's movement towards the table and watching as the man hesitantly picked up the sword. Ryden had recognized the blade instantly, having carried one himself at one point. Back when he'd had wings instead of scars running down his back.
That hesitation was still very evident as he started walking towards him with it but set it down on the floor before he reached him, a move Ry didn't quite understand until the man started talking. His voice was quiet and there was an undeniable tone of genuine regret in the words that was probably the only reason the fallen even half believed the apology he was being given. And sincerely sorry or not it was obviously not going to change what was about to happen. A part of him was pissed that the guy didn't have more balls to stand up and refuse if it truly did bother him so much but at the same time Ryden knew there were always two sides to every story and this guy was probably no exception. With people he loved that he would do anything to protect even if it meant doing something that so obviously went against his nature. And he understood that, more so now since meeting Darby. It was crazy what he would have done to keep her safe and he couldn't say he wouldn't have ended up in the same sort of position as this guy was in now if he had to.
A rueful half smile tugged at the corner of Ryden's mouth. "Yeah, well, I'm sorry too..." he returned quietly, resigned it would seem to his fate as Sam slowly approached him, blade in hand. He'd always imagined fighting something like this down to the last second but now that he was facing it, with no way out, all the fight somehow drained out of him.
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The next two days were literally hell on earth for Ryden. If Sam had been the only one there things might not have been as bad but it hadn't take long for a couple of other people to join him later that first day. An older man who appeared to be the one in charge, was obviously not quite satisfied with the way Sam was going about things and took over that night. Though it was quite clear the stolen angel's sword wouldn't kill him while they wielded it neither was he able to heal quickly from it either. So in a way in had suddenly become the perfect weapon. He couldn't die no matter what they did to him yet still felt the pain, still bled.
For the first time since becoming an angel Ryden almost wished he could die. The only thing stopping him from desiring that completely was Darby. The picture of her face in his mind was literally his saving grace in all of this. It killed him inside to imagine what must have been going through her head the past two days since he'd been gone. The guilt that she might think he'd left her hit him occasionally and he could only hope she knew him well enough by now to realize he would never do that to her in a million years. By the evening of day two the hunters had slowed a little in their blood lust and for the first time he was left by himself again, though he doubted it would last long Still he gladly took the short reprieve, too exhausted and in too much pain to even attempt to try and fight the shackles on his wrists anymore. WORDS ENOUGH TAGGED DARBY<3 NOTES </33333333 TEMPLATE BY WE WERE INFINITE ! OF CAUTIO 2.0 |
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Post by DARBY GRACE ELLIS on Jun 22, 2012 6:04:55 GMT
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] let me save you ( WORDS ) ENOUGH ( TAGGED ) FADED ( STATUS ) COMPLETE It had only been a couple of days since Ryden had left Darby waiting at the coffeehouse, but it had felt like weeks to the poor girl. Every day seemed to stretch longer than 24 hours, as if to torture the girl. Everyone could see it was taking a toll on her. Whereas Darby had been quiet before, now she rarely made a sound. And typically if she did, it was to say one of three things: ‘yes’, ‘no’, or ‘I’m fine’. She didn’t have conversations outside of that. Her mind was too busy failing at distracting itself and trying to think of other, happier things. She went through her day like a mechanical zombie, doing exactly what she needed to do that day, no more, no less. But everything was done with such a precise movement, as if she was programmed to do certain things instead of doing them just because she had to. And most of all, Darby completely avoided her family, especially her parents.
She knew they meant well; they always meant well. They wanted their daughters to succeed and that was what drove their choices. But Darby couldn’t deal with the pitying yet “told you so” look they gave her whenever she was with their view. Even worse was the talk they tried to have the first time she had seen them. It was one that started with “first loves are always the toughest break ups to deal with” that then transitioned into how there were other fish (preferably ones that could tame fire) in the sea, and ended with how you could only trust firetamers since they were the best species out there anyway.
Darby didn’t want to hear it though. She wanted to see Ry’s smile again or hear him laugh. A glance would have been enough. Even if they had said nothing to each other, passing by him on the street could have sustained Darby. All she wanted was to see that he was safe and happy. It was all she had wanted the moment they met (well, maybe not the exact moment because they had been running from a crazy vampire, but since they had had a proper introduction and a little more time to chat). Deep in her gut though, Darby could feel that wasn’t true; he wasn’t safe and happy. She didn’t pay much attention to the feeling, chalking it up to her own projection of him missing her.
It wasn’t until Asher had told her otherwise that Darby had realized her gut instinct was correct. In fact, she was downright devastated that she hadn’t listened to it in the first place. Asher had heard his father making some sort of arrangement on the phone about some angel a few weeks back, but had never connected the pieces. Conley had been bargaining the safety of one of the Ellises in exchange for a great sum of money and a fallen angel he knew the whereabouts of. Whoever had been on the other side of the conversation had been eager to get their hands on one, apparently. So the deal was made and Asher didn’t think much of it. This was typical Conley Ellis after all, trading something he didn’t have the rights to in order to get something he wanted
When Asher had seen Darby and the state she was in, the pieces had almost instantaneously fallen into place in his mind. Why not solve two problems at once? Conley could get the Plague’s focus (another part of the puzzle Asher had figured out) off of the Ellis family at least for a little while and at the same time take care of a pesky fallen angel that had been hanging around his niece. The moment Asher found this out, he had snuck into Conley’s office and found everything he needed (it appeared as if the elder firetamer didn’t have the greatest security) and gone right to Darby with the information. Asher wasn’t sure what else he could do that would be helpful.
What he didn’t know was how Darby would react. She had sat rather motionless through the entire thing, other than a slight gasp here and there from her silent sobbing. Asher had really expected her to be a bawling mess, rocking in the fetal position. But when she didn’t do that, he had awkwardly tried to comfort her and then left. He hadn’t known that the wheels had been turning in Darby’s mind the entire time, plotting and planning, and that was the singular reason she hadn’t had a complete breakdown. See, Darby might have been a lot of things. She was shy, quiet, and very rarely defiant towards any authority figure. But underneath that was strength she had never even realized herself. There was no way she could sit by idly while she knew Ryden was in trouble. It was bad enough she had ignored her intuition. Now she had to more than make up for it.
So once Darby thought she could control her crying enough to the point where she could function, she swiped a set of car keys from the cabinet in the kitchen and started driving to the location Asher had mentioned. Even with her speeding most of way, the drive was too long. Now that Asher had told her what was happening, every single second Ryden was still there was a second too long. To make matters worse, Asher had said the abandoned warehouse was further back in the words, meaning she’d have to hike to it. While Darby wasn’t a fan of dark woods, she didn’t even hesitate to go barging in as she normally would have. The only thing she regretted was that she was a very clumsy hiker and it’d make progress slow.
Just as Darby was about to lose hope that she’d ever find the warehouse Asher had mentioned, she came upon a clearing that had something clearly manmade situated in the middle of it. Heart beginning to pound, the little firetamer started to sprint towards the clearing, stumbling here and there from roots and branches but continuing to persevere. Within a number of seconds Darby was face to face with what had to be the warehouse Ry was held in, as long as the information Asher had was accurate. Darby could feel her hands begin to shake and her breath shallow as she walked towards the warehouse, afraid of what she’d find behind the door.
The girl hesitated – the first time since she had heard what had happened to Ry. She wasn’t quite sure if she was ready. But she steeled herself and pushed on the door with more force than she would have thought possible from her tiny frame. At first, she could see nothing. The warehouse itself was very dim, with only a little light filtering in. And while Darby found her eyes adjusting, she could feel her heart sinking. Everything was too quiet; there couldn’t be a person here. This was the wrong warehouse and she had failed Ryden. It was unfortunate and unfair to him that she had been his only hope. Darby could feel the sobs starting to bubble up, clearly about to have the breakdown she had narrowly avoided only hours before.
But then a shape caught her nearly adjusted eyes and Darby froze. What she saw in front of her was even more horrible than she could imagine. Ry was being held by chains – chains! and looked worse than the horrible images she had thought of on the way here. Her heart shattered into a million pieces and the firetamer doubted her ability to move. She’d just remain motionless against the door jamb, which was the only reason she was standing upright at this point. Something stirred in her chest though, and Darby couldn’t stay a statue. It took her a couple of tries, but finally she had been able to shout the angel’s name, all her feelings of heartbreak echoing.
And then Darby found herself sprinting again, angry that it had taken her this long to react. She crossed the warehouse quicker than she would have thought possible, entirely ignoring her surroundings and focusing solely on the figure in front of her. Up close, he look even more beat up than Darby had originally thought he was. The sight of his blood was unnerving and Darby found herself becoming a shaky mess again. At that point, she actually did start crying, but it was a quieter, less violent sobbing than most of the episodes she had had recently. Darby found her hands reaching for Ry’s face, trying to cup his cheeks without hurting him too much. “Ry, what have they done to you?” she whispered, afraid she couldn’t manage much more than that. One of her hands moved from his cheek to his forehead, lightly brushing away hair that had fallen there. He didn’t deserve any of this. She’d give anything to switch places with him. Darby was to blame for this, after all. If he wasn’t associated with her, Conley would have let him be and the Plague would have never found him. He could be living peacefully right now, but she had to go ahead and ruin that for him. It was her fault.
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Post by SAMUEL RYDER HOLBROOK on Jun 22, 2012 18:21:49 GMT
[style=width:300px; height: 300px; background: url(http://i47.tinypic.com/25s6j48.jpg)] stranger in a strange land It would seem that Sam had his answer; he was the monster. He had to be. Everything he had thought about supernatural before was wrong and his entire life philosophy for about the past decade was quickly crumbling in front of him. Supernatural were supposed to be the evil ones in the world, the ones you could unquestionably blame for any misfortune. It was in their nature to be malevolent. And yet, Sam had been the one with the sword and the fallen had been the one in chains, the one that was entirely defenseless against anything that could happen.
It would have been one thing if Sam had had proof of the fallen angel doing some sort of wicked deed. Or a life time of them. Then he wouldn’t feel bad; he’d feel justified. It would just be the angel getting his dues. Sam was no stranger to killing supernatural, after all, especially ones that had been caught in the act. Hell, there had been a few times where Sam had had zero solid proof that a certain supernatural had done something awful but Sam still killed him. He was no saint after all; no avenging hero that thought there could be good and bad supernatural and he had to rid the world of only the bad.
But there was something about this angel that threw Sam off, that made him feel more sympathy for the other man than Sam had ever thought he could feel for a supernatural. The hunter hadn’t been able to pinpoint it at first, but he eventually figured it out. The fallen angel wasn’t even trying to fight back. He had just given up and entirely so, like he no longer had the will to live. That was something the hunter had never come across. Everyone valued their life, right? And yet this man clearly didn’t, not if he wasn’t going to even try to put up a struggle.
This realization had made the sword so much heavier in his hand. He couldn’t go through with it, he didn’t think. How could he justify torturing such a pitiful creature? But a picture of Freya flittered through his mind and Sam knew he had to do at least the bare minimum. In one decisive movement, Sam stabbed the angel through the abdomen, quickly pulling the blade out and throwing it to the ground as if it had shocked him. He stared at his hands for a moment or two, disgusted that they had actually performed the action. Sam was sickened, revolted by himself. He unsteadily ran a hand through his hair and, turning on his heel, stalked out of the building.
He needed to regain composure. A couple gulps of fresh air seemed to do the trick, at least to the point where Sam could function enough to pull out his phone. It took a couple of tries for shaky hands to dial the number he had been told to call after he had the results. None of the unevenness transferred to his words as he told the man on the other line that he had done his job and no, the angel sword couldn’t be used by a human. The hunter hung up, figuring he could be done. He’d wait for the Plague to come clean up their mess.
However, they apparently hadn’t trusted Sam enough to believe that he was telling the truth. Within twenty minutes, a group had come from the Plague to check up on him. The first to appear from the woods was an older man, and one that Sam knew to be particularly malicious. He had been the other man on the ambush, the one who had been so initially violent towards the fallen angel. The rest that filed out of the trees had a similar look about them and Sam could only imagine they had the same mindset as the older man. Without a word to Sam, they had gone into the building.
They took their merry time in there and Sam couldn’t will himself to go in. He knew he hadn’t done a satisfactory job and they were going to make up for it. Sam was proven right too, when the other hunters had finally emerged from the building, all with blood splatters. While not part of their conversation, he heard them mention the array of weapons that had been laid out for them to use and the creative ways they were coming with to use them in. They were excitedly speaking about the torture devices as if they were favorite toys used in a well-known game. Sam was sick to his stomach. How could they talk so nonchalantly about things being used to hurt some pitiful creature? The last to exit the building was the older guy who was in charge. His disapproval of Sam’s work radiated off of him. As if that wasn’t enough, Sam got a verbal berating as well that ended with the threat that he would be helping them tomorrow.
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Sam had though yesterday was bad, but today was simply dreadful. While he personally hadn’t participated in anything the other hunters had done to the poor angel, he also hadn’t tried to stop them and that in itself was practically condoning their actions. He was a coward. A stupid, stinking coward and he knew that. He didn’t even think the excuse that he had been using of playing along to keep Freya safe cut it anymore. She’d be as disgusted with him as he was with himself, if not more so. Sam wished he could step up on behalf of the angel, simply for decency sake and nothing more.
At least the other hunters were done for the day. The one in charge had ordered Sam to stay at the abandoned warehouse, promising that they’d be back the next day. He waited until they were out of sight before he decided to wander off a little bit, thinking walking might clear his head. The hunter needed to find some way to help the angel out, but he didn’t know how to without bringing the wrath of the Plague on himself. He owed it to the angel to at least do something though. At the very minimal, Sam could treat him like he’d treat a decent human being, give him something to eat or drink since Sam knew the Plague had been restricting that for him. With this idea in mind, Sam headed back towards the building.
Just as the building came into view though, Sam heard the loud groan of metal that signaled the door was being open. What the hell? Instantly on alert, Sam crouched low to the ground and slowly made his way towards the building. He stopped just short of it, hiding in one of the bushes with hopes that he wouldn’t be seen by whoever was there. Had one of the other hunters come back to continue their fun? That idea was quickly rejected as Sam saw a figure sprint into the room. He hadn’t got a good look, but the blur he had seen was much too small to be one of the hunters.
He waited for a couple of minutes before silently slipping into the building as well, being as stealthy as he knew how. The scene inside had surprised him. Sam wasn’t quite sure what he had expected, but he definitely hadn’t been prepared for the touching scene in front of him. The girl was clearly fretting over the state the angel was in and Sam felt like his heart might crack. If he had thought awfully of himself earlier, his own opinion of himself had now hit rock bottom. There had been someone who had cared about the angel – and deeply, at that – and Sam had had a hand in tearing them apart. His mind couldn’t help but imagine if he and Freya were in this situation, how they’d be reacting right now, and Sam realized he was the lowliest of low of monsters.
Unable to take it anymore, Sam cleared his throat, trying to get the attention of the angel and the girl in the least disruptive way he knew how. It had been enough to scare the girl, though, who had squeaked and whipped around quicker than he would have thought possible. She looked scared out of her mind for a moment or two before Sam watched the emotion melt away, replaced by a steely resolve. “D-don’t come any closer. I w-won’t let you h-hurt him again,” she warned and while her voice was shaky, Sam had no doubt she’d do everything in her power to make that statement true. He glanced at her hands, where there were little sparks of flame beginning to form. So a firetamer? Made sense. She must have somehow been involved with the rich firetamer that had initiated this entire mess.
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Post by RYDEN MATTHEW O'CONNER on Jul 5, 2012 2:00:44 GMT
I'M ALL ALONE AND I NEED YOU NOW Ryden had been prepared, braced himself for what was going to come, but that first stab still came with a shock, driven hard and quick through his stomach. Even the hunter seemed surprised at the ferocity of the action and pulled the sword back out, a look of horror on his face. The blade clattered to the ground a moment later as he threw it down before spinning around and striding quickly out of the building, leaving the angel alone once more. For a few moments all Ryden could do was struggle and catch his breath against the pain, tasting that first bitter tinge of blood at the back of his throat. After a minute or two his bodies natural healing ability began working it's magic and taking the edge off even if it couldn't heal him fully. The metal in the blade was meant specifically to work against that little trick, a fact these hunters would no doubt discover soon enough.
He wasn't sure if the hunter was going to come back or not but it was a question that was answered soon enough as the door opened once again, this time letting in a new handful of faces. The leader of this particular group was an older man, a nasty look in his eyes and somehow Ryden knew that the next few days were going to be the most excruciating he'd ever experienced. And he wasn't wrong. He couldn't even keep track of how many different tools and weapons they used on him in the following twenty-four hours. Things he didn't even know existed and were clearly meant for torture and torture alone. The original hunter never came back in to join them, having either left or been taken care of himself for not following through with his job. Either way it made little difference to Ry as there was little the man would have or could have done to stop what was happening. He'd already had that chance at the very beginning and instead he'd chosen to take the first strike.
That blessed moment when his torturers had left was one the angel savored, wanting to desperately hope that maybe they wouldn't come back. It was a slim glimmer of a hope but there all the same only to be snuffed out in an instant as the grating sound of the door reopening once again echoed throughout the building. Even if he'd had the strength to look up he wouldn't have, no longer caring to give them even a show of defiance or bravado. Instead he simply waited, head down, waiting for whatever it was they had conjured up next to inflict upon him. The footsteps he expected didn't come though, just quiet, perhaps them just standing there, admiring their handiwork. "Ryden! The heartbreaking sound hit him like a freight train and his head jerked upward in time to see Darby running towards him as if her life depended on it.
A feeling of absolute elation filled him at the sight of her, that she was here. And then it sunk like a rock in his stomach. She was here. Beside him now, tears starting to fall down her cheeks as soft sobs shook her shoulders. Her hands reached up to cup his face gently between them and Ryden leaned into the touch slightly, savoring it despite the rising panic in his chest. "Darby...you need to get out of here," The words came out hoarsely, his throat dry and thick feeling. Even hazy with pain and exhaustion the desperation in his brown eyes was clear. "They'll hurt you..." He was practically begging that she leave, eyes darting over her shoulder at the sound of someone approaching from behind. Too late....
She let out a frightened squeak, spinning around to face the owner of the sound and in a surprising move for her warned him away in a shaky, but still bold tone. The smallest of sparks were already forming on her fingers, a feat in itself and one that filled Ryden with pride despite the situation. Still she was hardly a match for the far more experienced hunter. The fight he hadn't used for his own defense rose up now and his body strained against the chains as Sam came closer. "You touch one hair on her head and I swear to God I'll kill you," As futile as that threat might have seemed considering his current position he and the hunter both knew they couldn't kill him no matter what device they used. Which meant he'd follow through with the promise, now or later. Either way the hunter would die. He'd make sure of that. WORDS ENOUGH TAGGED DARBY<3 NOTES ALL THE FEELS </33 TEMPLATE BY WE WERE INFINITE ! OF CAUTIO 2.0 |
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Post by DARBY GRACE ELLIS on Jul 5, 2012 5:44:43 GMT
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] let me save you ( WORDS ) ENOUGH ( TAGGED ) FADED ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Darby had thought that seeing Ryden in the state he was would be the most heartbreaking thing she could witness. Not even in her worst nightmares could she have dreamed up something so horrifying. This was something she wouldn’t even dare wish on her biggest enemy and yet here was Ry, someone who didn’t deserve any of this in the least bit. But Darby had been wrong. No, it had been even worse to hear Ryden speak. She had been craving the sound of his voice for days, but not like this. The sound hurt her to the very core. As if the sight of him hadn’t been enough, his voice went ahead and confirmed just how bad he was at this exact moment.
Not only that, but what he was saying to her felt like it was shredding her heart. He was worried about her right now? Of every concern that was on his mind, that shouldn’t be one. Darby wasn’t the one who was bleeding from numerous cuts while being chained up for days. She was fine, other than her emotional state. All his worry and attention should have been directed at himself and healing. Unfortunately, Darby could see where he was coming from and that almost made her feel guilty for showing up now. Granted, she wouldn’t have changed a thing she had done. The firetamer would have still raced here the moment she found out where he was.
But it was now that Darby was realizing how irresponsible that was. She had been so worried over Ry that she hadn’t thought things through, but now she was afraid maybe she was causing more stress on him. He didn’t want her here because it meant she was in danger. When Darby was home, she was away from all of this evil, away from the people that were causing Ryden pain. And Darby knew she wasn’t one that could easily protect herself, not like Calla or any one of her cousins, which made her an easier target. She felt absolutely awful for adding this accidental torture to Ry’s already full plate.
The look in his eyes was absolutely killing Darby but she had the sudden urge to contradict everything he was saying instead of comforting him until the look went away. Couldn’t he see he was much worse off than she was? The firetamer wanted to tell him that she had no intentions of leaving until Ryden could walk out with her. She’d find a way to help him out, even if it meant her melting the chains holding him, which could take days considering her almost complete inability to create a hot enough flame for that. And even though it wasn’t a promise she could keep, she wanted to tell Ryden that she wouldn’t get hurt. It should be enough to ease him a tiny bit, right?
She never had the chance to say any of it though, since the guy had suddenly appeared. Darby was surprised by her reaction, but also slightly proud that she hadn’t just given up and hid somewhere. The pride was quickly crushed by Ryden’s threat. If she had thought that her heart had reached the point where it couldn’t be broken anymore, she would have been wrong. Anything left in her completely shattered at his words. He was still trying to protect her, even though he couldn’t do much from his current position. Darby wanted to turn around and hug him tightly until this all went away and they were back home, but clearly that wouldn’t fix their problem. Instead, she warily stared at the hunter as he walked closer to the pair, his hands up as if he were surrendering. Darby didn’t trust him for a minute.
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Post by SAMUEL RYDER HOLBROOK on Jul 5, 2012 6:37:14 GMT
[style=width:300px; height: 300px; background: url(http://i47.tinypic.com/25s6j48.jpg)] stranger in a strange land He didn’t blame the angel for his threat or the girl for the look of mistrust that was written all over her face. Had situations been switched around, Sam could only think that he’d react much in the same way these had. He wouldn’t trust himself for a moment, even though Sam liked to think he was a rather trustworthy guy. If you didn’t have your word, what else did you have then? Because typical Sam response right now would be to send a snarky comment towards the angel’s threat as if to blow it off but still help him out because that was currently his intention.
Yet, even Sam knew there was a time for joking and this was not one of those times. He took the angel’s threat directly to heart, knowing that he meant it with every fiber of his being. Sam had absolutely no plan to hurt the girl, but he still barely stopped the shudder that followed a threat like that. The hunter had no doubt that if he had wanted to hurt the girl, he would have been dead in a matter of days thanks to the angel. Luckily for all three of them, Sam had actually been trying to help them instead of make everything worse for them. The trick would be getting them to believe it.
Sam walked as slowly and as nonthreateningly as possible, making sure his hands were up and within view of the fallen angel and the firetamer. No use in making them think he was trying to hide something after all. “I’m not hurting her, I promise,” Sam said in an attempt to ease the angel’s nerves, though he highly doubted he’d be believed. On what grounds did the angel have to believe him anyway? The hunter so far hadn’t proved he was all that trustworthy nor would he have any reason to be doing exactly what he was doing now.
Stopping so he was still out of arm’s reach of the girl, Sam slowly reached into his pocket and pulled his hand out just as cautiously, the key to the chains resting in Sam’s hand. He had swiped the key earlier for no particular reason other than thinking it could possibly be useful in the future. It seemed like now would be that time. Sam flattened his palm as much as it could go and stretched his hand out to the girl, offering her the key. He figured she’d feel better if she was the one who unlocked the chains than if some complete and potentially dangerous stranger did.
Her brown eyes watched him for a moment or two, sizing up the situation and looking for any tricks. Finding none, she stepped forward and took the key. There was a moment or two where the two of them silently stared at each other, reaching some sort of understanding, before the girl turned back to the angel and started working on unlocking the chains. He heard her mutter thing such as, “It’s going to be okay, Ryden” and “I’m going to get you out of here”. Sam became suddenly unbelievably guilty, as if it hadn’t been enough before. He had been the one to cause this after. The hunter turned around, waiting until the girl had finished freeing the angel.
Once he thought she was done, he turned back around to see her struggling to help keep him up. Sam didn’t want to freak anyone out, but he found himself walking over to help her anyway. At the pace the girl was going, there was no way she’d get the angel out before tomorrow. The hunter placed one of the angel’s arms around his shoulder and then put his own arm around the angel’s waist, taking on a lot of his weight. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the girl doing the same thing, worried eyes running over the angel and quiet words asking if he was okay.
It was something Sam probably should have taken into account, but he figured getting the angel out of here was better than his current comfort level. “Where’s your car?” The hunter asked, knowing she would have had to drive out here considering the fact that the warehouse was in the middle of nowhere. And from her response, it sounded like it was going to be quite a good distance hike. Wonderful. Sam hoped the angel was okay enough to help them a little bit. Otherwise, most of this trek was going to consist of Sam dragging the angel along at a quicker pace than the girl could probably walk. It wasn’t that Sam was being insensitive; he had a fear that the Plague members would realize they had forgotten something and would turn around, only to find a missing him and a missing angel. It’d be much better if these two got a head start while they had the means to.
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Post by RYDEN MATTHEW O'CONNER on Jul 30, 2012 3:56:26 GMT
I'M ALL ALONE AND I NEED YOU NOW Between the sparks flickering from Darby's finger tips and Ryden's icy voiced threat the hunter seemed to take pause almost as if considering his next move. The angel kept his eyes trained on the man like a hawk, still pulling slightly against the chains even though he knew there was no way he could break free of them to protect Darby if it came down to that. Knowing that was sickening, literally making his stomach churn at the thought that this man could do whatever the hell he wanted to Darby right then, threat or no threat. And it wouldn't matter how quickly Ryden ended up fulfilling that promise in killing him it wouldn't do anything to change what could possibly happen to her in this moment.
Those few moments were probably some of the longest in Ryden's life, not knowing what the man's intentions were and being powerless to stop them even if he had. The man wasn't making any sudden moves, however, keeping his hands raised even as if he were surrendering. A fact Ry noted but didn't serve to lessen his wariness as to what the man would try next. Apparently sensing that neither of them were warming up to his little show of non agression he hurried to speak up and reassure that he didn't intend on hurting her. He was right in assuming Ryden didn't believe him, not entirely anyway, his jaw muscles twitching tensely as the hunter finally stopped just out of reach of Darby.
The relief was short lived and he automatically jerked slightly against the chains again as the man reached into his pocket, wincing slightly at the stinging pain where the shackles dug into his skin. Having half expected to see a knife or small gun the sight of a simple key eased the spike of anxiety that had just shot through him though he still wasn't sure he trusted the man's motives. What did he gain from helping them? A bullet to the head most likely and after what he'd been put through the past few days the angel was still having difficulty believing that this wasn't just another ploy of theirs. Darby was clearly not convinced just yet either, standing still for a few moments and staring the man down as if to read what was going on inside his head.
But as much as Ryden didn't trust Sam he did trust Darby so when she did step forward to take the key he was satisfied that nothing funny was actually going on. For whatever reason he really was trying to help them it seemed. Done out of guilt perhaps? Judging from his hesitance to go through with things in the beginning and the way he couldn't quite hold eye contact with either of them now that seemed to be at least part of the sudden change of heart. Those thoughts were put to the side as Darby came back and began using the key to unlock the chains holding him, murmurng soft words of reassurance as she did so. Painful as they might have been the chains had been serving one purpose and that had been to keep him on his feet. With that support gone now though he found himself barely able to stand even with Darby there to bear some of his weight.
Shaking his head faintly, he grimaced. "I'm sorry, baby, I can't..." he murmured hoarsely, his brown eyes apologetic and pleading, knowing she wouldn't leave without him but also knowing there was no way she would be able to help support him on her own. "You need to get out of here...please, before they come back...." He would never forgive himself if she got hurt trying to get him out of here. Apparently noticing their lack of progress the hunter strode forward and in a move that surprised even Ryden, slung his arm across his own shoulders to support him. Darby quickly followed suit and Ry nodded brieflly in response to her concerned question. He was weak, more so than he had imagined, but he wasn't completely down, not yet. Even so he would have drug himself out of here by his elbows if that's what it would take to get her away from the place.
The hunter's support was exactly what he needed though and once Darby had told him exactly where she had left her car they started making their way out of the building. The hike was as long as Sam feared and it was all the angel could do to simply grit his teeth at the pain and keep moving. The girl beside him was quite possibly his only saving grace. If anything each step got her closer to safety and that was what kept him going. This was probably the closest his body had come to feeling mortal since he'd become an angel and he couldn't say he missed it at all. Every breath burned like fire and his head was pounding like a drum by the time they reached Darby's car. Once they were close enough Darby let go of him to hurry ahead and get the passenger side door open and the angel took the moment to glance sidelong at Sam. "Thank you," The two words were all he could really manage at that point but the sincere gratitude in them was clear.
At the car then Darby had come around and the two helped ease him as carefully as possible into the passenger seat. Sam and Darby exchanged a few words but the girl was practically running to get to the driver side not a moment later, her eyes glancing anxiously towards him. Ryden did his best to stay alert and awake for her sake, not wanting to distract her anymore than she already was from the road. Finally though he gave in and leaned his head back against the headrest, but not before also reaching to place a hand gently on her knee in reassurance that he was still with her. He knew for a fact that they had been a long way out of the city but at the rate of speed Darby was driving they reached the edge of town fairly quickly. His apartment came into view a short time later and she quickly pulled right up as close to the entrance as possible. Jumping out she came over and opened his door to help him out, a slow and painful process but less so than before now that he'd had time to sit and rest. There was still one more hurdle to cross though before they could reach his apartment and that was the stairs.
Before this the lack of an elevator in the slightly older building had never been an issue. In fact he preferred taking the stairs most of the time anyway for exercise sake. Now though... Looking at them once they were inside the building he glanced sidelong down at Darby. "You alright?" He knew she was supporting at least half his weight and the girl wasn't exactly big built to begin with even if she was stronger than she appeared. WORDS ENOUGH TAGGED DARBY<3 NOTES ALL THE FEELS </33 TEMPLATE BY WE WERE INFINITE ! OF CAUTIO 2.0 |
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Post by DARBY GRACE ELLIS on Aug 3, 2012 4:21:43 GMT
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] let me save you ( WORDS ) ENOUGH ( TAGGED ) FADED ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Why was this hunter helping them? That was one thing Darby couldn't seem to get her mind off of the entire time she unlocked the chains holding Ryden. There was very little reason and while she was grateful for the help because she couldn't have gotten Ry out otherwise, she was still suspicious of his motives. Very few people helped anyone out of the goodness of their hearts anymore. People always had a secret reason, something that would somehow benefit themselves while masquerading as a selfless person. Especially someone that was caught in the situation that this trio was in. If anything, he was only going to make more of a mess for himself.
At least Darby hadn't had long to mull over it, or she would have made herself sick from nervous pondering. No, she had much more important things to concentrate on, like keeping her hands from shaking too much so she didn't drop the key or helping to support Ryden after the chains were finally unlocked and he didn't have anything to help hold him up. Darby wasn't a very strong girl and that was just a simple fact. She had never had any reason to try and build up her muscle or stamina. The girl stayed relatively healthy without attempting to foster either and she was fine with that. Or was, until now. Now she wished she had spent hours upon hours in the gym to try to build up the strength to hold Ryden up with ease.
And because she couldn't, he was saying awful things. Darby knew the exact reason why Ry wanted her to just leave him here and get out herself. She would want the same thing if the situation were reversed because if only one of them could get out okay, she'd want it to be Ryden. But even knowing that, she couldn't listen to the angel, couldn't do what he wanted. How terrible of a person would she have to be to just leave him here? The girl would much rather stay here and comfort Ry until his captors showed up again and she thought they both probably knew that. Still, she couldn't stop herself from saying "Ry, please stop saying things like that. You'll get out of here, I promise."
Maybe it wasn't a promise she could absolutely keep, but she was going to try anyway. Now she just needed to figure out how. As it turned out though, she didn't need to look far. The hunter she had been so distrustful of moments before was now the only reason that Ryden would be able to get out of here. As much as Darby would have liked to say she helped him out, she knew it really wasn't true. The hunter supported most of Ry's weight and it was all Darby could do to trot along next to them as the hunter cut a rather vigorous pace through the woods. She was only helpful when they had gotten to the car and even though Darby hadn't wanted to let go of Ryden, she did quickly simply so she could open the door.
After maneuvering the angel into the car, Darby took a moment or two to thank the hunter. It really had been because of him that they had been able to make it to the car because even if the girl had been able to support Ryden's weight on her own, they'd still be trying to make their way through the woods. Still, she couldn't spend as much time thanking him as he probably deserved because while she and Ryden were out of immediate danger, Darby wouldn't feel relaxed until Ryden was back in his apartment and resting. She thanked him one more time before running to the driver's side of the car and driving out of there as quick as possible.
Darby couldn't stop herself from worriedly glancing over at Ry every couple of seconds. In fact, she probably spent more time looking at the angel that at the road. It was awful driving, she knew, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from him. Out in the light, he looked so much worse than he had back in the dim warehouse. Now Darby could see all the individual cuts - some of which were still bleeding - and the tears in his clothing that were lined in red. And he was so very pale. She had to keep reminding herself that angels couldn't die, not from things like this, but even that statement was having a hard time holding true in her mind when he looked near death. There had even been a moment on the drive home that Darby had thought she had lost Ry and the only thing that had stopped her from having a complete meltdown was the fact that he put his hand on her knee. She had to calm herself down and remind herself that he was just resting and not dying because he couldn't die.
Even with that thought, the drive to Ryden's apartment was almost unbearable. It felt way too long, like Darby was driving to the other end of the earth. But finally they had made it and Darby was quick to ease Ryden out of the car. She was pleased to find that he could stand a little bit better than he had been able to originally, but it was still going to be a struggle up the steps to his apartment. It was a fact that Darby wasn't going to tell Ryden, but it was something he could figure out on his own anyway. "Yeah, I'm fine," Darby answered, wishing that for once in his life, Ry would worry about himself. He shouldn't be worrying about her when she was perfectly okay.
The trek up the steps was as difficult as Darby had thought it would be, if not even more so. The girl had to stop every so often to try to catch her breath and readjust Ryden's weight. She felt awful for taking so long to actually get him up to his apartment, but once they made it, she took him straight to his bedroom and made him lie down to rest. But after that? Darby had no idea what to do. She didn't think she made the best nurse; she was much too anxious for things like that. All she wanted to do was lie next to him, place his head on her chest and cradle the rest of him until he forgot about the past couple of days. Darby was too afraid though, afraid that she'd accidentally hurt him or that she was really thinking about what was best for her and not for the angel.
So instead, the firetamer puttered around the apartment in order to try to burn off the nervous energy that came from her now feeling useless in helping him, getting a glass of water for Ry in case he got thirsty and grabbing a set of clothes for him to change into if he felt well enough to. And then she wasn't sure what to do, so she started to straighten the apartment up, though there really wasn't much for her to do seeing as how Ryden kept is apartment rather clean anyway. With nothing else left to do, she decided to go back to Ry's room with him, hoping he was asleep because he really needed the rest. Darby lightly sat on the edge of the bed, trying her hardest to not disturb him and debating whether or not she should hold his hand. She didn't want to bother him in case he was asleep and that movement woke him up, but the girl couldn't stop herself and ended up gingerly taking one of his hands and resting it between her two.
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Post by RYDEN MATTHEW O'CONNER on Aug 27, 2012 0:11:28 GMT
I'M ALL ALONE AND I NEED YOU NOW Ryden wasn't sure why the hunter had decided to help them but he had and without it Darby never would have been able to get him out of the warehouse. Not in time at least. The angel had no doubt she would have done whatever it took, even if that meant literally dragging him inch by inch on the ground to her car. Quiet as she was the girl could be as stubborn as a ox when she had her mind set to something and it was clear she would not be leaving this building without him no matter how much he begged or pleaded with her to do so. Had he been in a better state physically speaking Ryden would have avoided accepting any help Sam because quite frankly he didn't trust him anymore than any of the other hunters he'd been visited by the past fews days. Granted the man had not participated in any of the torture after striking the first initial blow but he'd still done that much, was still just as much one of them and to Ry's mind that made him no more trust worthy or different than any of the rest.
He had no choice though, not if he wanted to make sure Darby got out of here unharmed and since the only way that was going to happen was for him to also go with her then letting the man help them was the one and only option. And it wasn't as if he could have fought the hunter off even if he hadn't wanted his help. Hell, he could barely stand with Darby's help as it was and as much as wary as he might have still been of the guy Ry had to admit the added support was appreciated all the same. The hike back to her car was more excruciating than he would ever admit to her in a million years. It would only have made her feel worse after all and there was no other way to get them out of there. Sam kept the pace moving though and the vehicle came into sight much more quickly than one might have expected considering how far out the warehouse seemed to be.
Though certainly no feather bed the seat of the car might as well have been as far as the angel was concerned. Just being able to sit and rest without any worry about when they would come back or how many more hours of their presence he'd have to endure was the biggest relief in itself. The ride was anything but restful for poor Darby though, her body tense and expression one of constant worry. He wished he had the energy to tell her he was going to be fine that she didn't need to be so anxious but honestly it was all he could do to keep his eyes open at that point and even then he had to give up on that after a bit. That had clearly scared her simply judging from sudden increase of speed the car was traveling at. He'd tightened his grip slightly on her knee then, rubbing his thumb faintly back and forth just to reassure her the rest of the way back to his apartment that he was still alright. As bad off as he still was Ryden could feel his body already starting to heal itself, albeit slowly, but even just the drive there had him in better condition than when they'd left the woods.
Three flights of stairs though were not going to be easy though no matter how much stronger he might have felt. Not only were they steep but they weren't overly wide either. Knowing all of this had prompted his faintly concerned question one which she responded to quickly in assurance she was fine. Ryden could tell she didn't feel he should be worrying over her just then but he couldn't help it. He would always worry over her first and himself second. Always. Shifting slightly he prepared himself for what was likely going to be the longest three flights of stairs he'd ever gone up in his life. Prepared or not though it was slow and painful going with Darby doing her very best to help make it easier for him even though she was struggling herself especially by the time they reached the top. All the strength he'd gathered in the car was spent by the time they had reached his door and he didn't protest as she led him into the bedroom to ease him carefully onto his bed.
His body was barely on the bed before he was dead to the world, figuratively speaking that is. Ry could feel Darby hovering over him for a few seconds and then blissful darkness followed. No pain, no fear or worry just absolute peace. Had he been able to stay awake a little longer he wouldn't have allowed Darbs to go anywhere though. As it was though he had very little control over the fact that his body wanted to do nothing more than rest and regain its strength. He didn't even know how long he'd been out when he felt her sit back down on the bed, the very quiet action accompianed soon after by the warmth of her hands around one of his, the action more comforting than she probably even guessed. There had been so many moments in the past two days where he hadn't been sure he'd see her again and now that he was with her again he simply wanted her with him. Tightening his hand around the one she had underneath his Ryden gave it a gentle tug, not even bothering to open his eyes though a slight smile pulled at one side of his lips. "Come here..." he murmured, wanting her closer, and knowing she wouldn't take the initiative on her own. WORDS ENOUGH TAGGED DARBY<3 NOTES ALL THE FEELS </33 TEMPLATE BY WE WERE INFINITE ! OF CAUTIO 2.0 |
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Post by DARBY GRACE ELLIS on Sept 22, 2012 4:53:48 GMT
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] let me save you ( WORDS ) ENOUGH ( TAGGED ) FADED ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Looking down at her angel’s peaceful face, Darby finally let everything from today sink in. The adrenaline was wearing off and now that Ry was safe and sound, she finally had a couple of moments to rest. She could hardly believe that all of this had happened. It felt unreal, despite the fact that the evidence of what had happened was lying in front of her. Still, it was like this was some plot of a book or a movie, not actually events that should have happened in her life. It was crazy and impossible and had happened to the person who least deserved it. In fact, no one on the face of the planet deserved what Ryden had gone through.
And every last little bit of it had been because of Darby. That felt real, at the very least. The overwhelming, crushing guilt wouldn’t let her mistake everything in front of her for being a horrible nightmare. It was her fault that she had almost never seen Ryden again, that he had gone through so much. Her family name and her fault. He had been off the radar until he had to go and get tangled up in her mess. That had just drawn attention to him, made him a target. And Darby felt absolutely awful about it. It was one of those things that she knew she’d always feel guilty for, no matter how much people tried to reassure her that it wasn’t her fault. Because it was, quite blatantly.
She wanted to cry, feeling too much self-loathing to not want to, but did her best to hold it back anyway. Crying would only make Ryden worry and she wasn’t about to disturb him with that. He was resting, and for that Darby was grateful. Though it would seem as if it didn’t even matter about disturbing him, since she had already done so. Darby felt Ry’s hand squeeze hers and she knew she had already failed at the whole letting him rest thing. There was a chance that he’d just go back to sleep though, so Darby didn’t squeeze his hand back. Now don’t get her wrong, she wanted to see his bright brown eyes and hear him talking and all of those glorious little things, but it was only going to happen if he healed. And healing required as much sleep as possible.
Darby was wrong though, seeing as how he ended up lightly pulling on her hand and giving her that little half smile that sent her heart fluttering in all directions like it had when they had first met. And then how in the world could she deny that request when she really wanted nothing more? The firetamer was a little hesitant about laying down next to him, afraid she’d bump him or hurt him somehow, but she eventually managed to gently maneuver herself next to him. Darby shifted herself so she could wrap one arm underneath Ry’s neck and so he could rest his head against her chest if he so desired. That hand softly ran through his curls while the fingers on her other hand laced with his. It was pretty comparable to how a mother might try to comfort a child, to be quite honest. But she didn’t want to lay any way else. This way felt as if she was protecting him from the big bad world. She had already let it get to him once, and she wasn’t about to let it happen again.
While she knew she should really let him sleep, Darby could stop herself from talking and most likely keeping him awake. “Ryden, I’m so sorry all of this happened to you,” she murmured, lightly kissing the top of her head before closing her eyes for a second or two. The girl let a couple moments pass, enjoying the feeling of their synchronized breathing. She wouldn’t have minded staying like this, quite frankly. Peaceful, perfect. It was all too much. Even with that thought, she couldn’t stop herself from going on. Darby was going to have to apologize for forever to try to start to make up for what had happened to him.
“You’ll never be put into another situation like that ever again,” Darby promised, knowing she’d do everything in her power to never let that happen. Standing up to Conley was an absolutely horrifying thought but the idea of Ry ever being hurt again because of him (and her) was even more terrifying. The only surefire way to keep her promise would be to keep him out of danger by making sure that he had nothing to do with her, but there was no way the firetamer could survive that. These past couple days of involuntary separation had been bad enough; she couldn’t even begin to imagine purposely cutting him out of her life. Just thinking about it made her heart ache. “I love you so much, Ryden,” Darby added, knowing he already knew that but wanting to repeat it anyway. She’d always remind him, just so he could begin to realize how much.
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Post by RYDEN MATTHEW O'CONNER on Oct 23, 2012 3:17:52 GMT
I'M ALL ALONE AND I NEED YOU NOW Even though he couldn't have been out more than an hour, Ryden was already feeling his strength coming back. It would probably take him a good day or so to truly be feeling one hundred percent better but the absolute weakness that he'd been struggling with earlier was fading. Opening his eyes or offering a smile was no longer a hard fought action to accomplish. He definitely wasn't in any hurry to move from his place on the bed though that was for sure, which was the main reason he wanted Darby to stay put beside him. The three days away from her, not sure if he'd see her again, had been almost worse than the actual torture itself. In those first few hours after he'd been captured all that had even really gone through his mind was the image of her waiting for him at the coffee shop. Waiting and waiting for him because he knew she wouldn't leave right away and then the look on her face when she would finally realize he wasn't coming.
If there was one thing that the angel had worked hard to prove to the girl it was that he would never just leave her. That he would always show up. And though he was pretty certain that she knew that by now there was a part of him that couldn't help but worry she would think he'd done just that. Left her. Walked away and moved on to another city, another country. Even if she knew he wouldn't do that it would probably still cross her mind and just that knowledge made him flinch inside. He'd tried not to dwell on that thought, hoping that she would somehow find out what had really happened at least, even if he was already dead by that point. Just so she would know. He'd never dreamed he'd see her pushing open that door and running across the warehouse towards him. That she would come after him and on her own no less. It made him love her all the more, if that was even possible.
Ryden wasn't afraid of dying. Difficult though it would have been for the hunters to do there was no telling what sort of plan they had in mind or any way to know for sure that they wouldn't have been able to kill him eventually. That knowledge hadn't scared him though. He'd already faced death once as a human after all. It was leaving her behind that did. Terrified him when it came down to it. Which was why all he wanted now was for her to stay beside him. Just to know she was here and ok and that they were together and safe. He shifted slightly as she settled down beside him, her movements careful as her arm found its way beneath his neck, cradling it gently as her fingers ran soothingly through his hair. To the angel this moment was quite literally paradise. Her there, beside him, no more worry or fear or pain. Just comfort and safety and absolute peace. And though she might have thought her continued talking was only keeping him awake Ryden was perfectly happy listening to her voice, though her words did finally bring his eyes open.
Blinking lazily a half smile tugged at his lips as she kissed his head softly, savoring their closeness for those few quiet seconds in between the words and the kiss. Aiming his brown eyes towards her he shook his head slightly. "None of what happened was your fault, sweetheart," He'd heard the name of Conley Ellis mentioned plenty of times during those three days and had a pretty good idea of just why he'd been targeted. Gently squeezing the hand she had laced through his he took a moment to just look at her, noting every single detail as if they had been apart a thousand years instead of three days. Her next words seemed to make him hesitate for a brief moment and he reached over with his free hand to run his knuckles lightly down her cheek. "I wish I could promise you that won't happen, baby. Sometimes bad things just happen though that you can't control. No matter how hard you try to stop them,"
Tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, he smiled at her then. "But I know you'll always find me," And if (heaven forbid) the roles were reversed there wasn't a stone he would leave unturned until he found her. The smile widened at her last statement, knowing even more so now just how much she did love him but cherishing the words all the same. Cupping his hand against the side of her face, he leaned in to give her a soft kiss, pulling back ever so slightly a few moments later, his eyes starting to feel heavy again. "Stay with me?" he whispered, not even caring if Conley Ellis himself came storming into the apartment looking for his daughter. Ryden just wanted her beside him right now. WORDS ENOUGH TAGGED DARBY<3 NOTES I CAN'T EVEN WITH THESE TWO TEMPLATE BY WE WERE INFINITE ! OF CAUTIO 2.0 |
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Post by DARBY GRACE ELLIS on Nov 19, 2012 4:10:25 GMT
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] let me save you ( WORDS ) ENOUGH ( TAGGED ) FADED ( STATUS ) COMPLETE She had no comeback, no retort for that. Darby was rarely one to ever argue or talk back to anyone, regardless of whether or not she thought they were wrong. And in this case, Ryden was most definitely wrong. Darby might not have been the one who contacted the radicals and struck the deal with them, but she was still at fault. If you dug deep enough – and in all honesty, it wasn’t like it as that hard of a dig – Darby was at the root of everything. She was the one who had fallen in love with an angel instead of another firetamer, as it was expected of her. While Darby didn’t regret a second of it, she should have been more secretive. It wasn’t like she had gone right up to her parents and went, “Mom, Dad, I’m dating a fallen angel” but they had known enough to do their own background research to figure out exactly who Ryden O’Conner was. Darby shouldn’t have even mentioned Ry’s name to them. She should have made up some other name.
But she hadn’t. So her parents had found out who and what Ryden was and had pressured Darby to not let things get serious. It was all well and good to let her have her fun, but that was all her and Ryden’s relationship had been in their eyes: fun. Fun before Darby would eventually settle down with a firetamer and have little Ellises to make the family grow. Her ignoring that request was what had caused them to call in Conley Ellis and the big guns. After that, the rest was history. Ry could say all he wanted about it not being her fault, but it was a fact that Darby was absolutely resolute on. Of course she wouldn’t tell him that, especially when he was calling her sweetheart and still looked pale. Besides, him squeezing her hand and her feeling his eyes on her completely made her lose any coherent thought. It would just be one of those things she held her tongue on and attempted to avoid at all costs.
Darby couldn’t, however, stop herself from commenting on Ryden’s next statement. The girl knew it was irrational and illogical to tell Ry that but she still needed to say those words. It didn’t mean she wanted to hear the opposite though. She closed her eyes as Ryden ran his knuckles along her cheek, taking a moment to appreciate the action. The girl could hardly believe that a couple of hours ago, it had been a possibility that they would have never been this close again or that she’d never get to feel his hands on her. And that frightened Darby to no end, if she wanted to be completely honest. She didn’t ever want to think about that being a possibility again, which was why she had to believe that nothing bad would happen to Ry again. “Ryden, please don’t say that,” Darby whispered, more pleading than commanding. She was glad her eyes were still closed or she was afraid she would start crying.
Though the firetamer opened her eyes again when she felt the angel pushing her hair back, the simple gesture almost too much for her. Especially when he added his next works. “Of course I will,” she promised, squeezing Ry’s hand. There was no way she’d ever give up on him. She almost had – what with her trying to rationalize and reason with herself about why Ryden hadn’t showed up to the coffee shop and how she should be okay with it – and it scared her. That wasn’t something that would ever happen again. She couldn’t believe that she had almost let it happen once. Which of course only added to her guilt over the whole thing, but she wouldn’t tell Ry that either.
At least Ryden was always able to help her push aside the guilt for a little while, whether he realized it or not. The angel’s smile – especially when Darby saw it brighten as a direct result of something she had done – always made her heart pound a mile a minute. Add that to his hand on her cheek and everything else in Darby’s mind floated away for the time being. She was completely preoccupied by that kiss. It shouldn’t have been able to end as soon as it did, but Darby couldn’t complain. At least she had the luxury of still being able to kiss him, right? Because if Asher hadn’t tipped her off about Ryden’s whereabouts, who knew where he could be right now or in what sort of condition? Besides, he was looking exhausted again. It was bad enough that Darby had woken him up earlier and that he had stayed awake this long.
The firetamer rested her forehead against his, staying as close as she possibly could to him. Ryden hadn’t even needed to ask that question; Darby had no plans to go anywhere until Ry was 110% better and even then she didn’t think she’d be ready to go all that far away from him. There was this ridiculous fear building in the back of her brain that if he was out of her sight, something awful would happen again. She knew it wouldn’t, but still. It was something she could try to work through later. Darby answered Ryden’s question with a tiny nod, careful not to bump her head against his, and thought about how nice it would be to just drift off for a couple of hours with Ryden. Darby had the feeling that it would probably be best sleep she had had in days.
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Post by RYDEN MATTHEW O'CONNER on Jan 18, 2013 1:47:09 GMT
I'M ALL ALONE AND I NEED YOU NOW Though these certainly weren't the circumstances that Ryden would have chosen to bring them together like this he couldn't help but enjoy just having her here with him. As often as they saw each other there was always that knowledge that they would have to part ways sooner rather than later or risk the wrath of her family. Particularly her father and mother. They were careful to not stay out too late and he was punctual about getting her back home by the curfew that was set. He knew full well that the family didn't approve of her dating him, that was easy enough to tell by the looks aimed at him when he walked through the door. The only one who didn't seem to mind him was Calla but her opinion of him was rather irrelevant as far as getting the rest of them to think differently about him being with Darby. So despite the fact that they saw each other almost every day there always seemed to be this cloud hanging over things.
So this moment now, even if it wasn't what either of them dreamed of when it came to getting time to spend with no one else knowing, was actually fairly wonderful. It was almost like having the world to themselves. Just he and Darby and no one else to tear her away from him or him from her. He could have stayed with her on the bed for the rest of eternity and been absolutely perfectly happy. There was one thing he would change though and that was how guilty she was feeling over what had happened. She wasn't to blame and even though he reassured her of that Ry could tell she still felt as if she was the one who caused this by being with him. If it was a matter of placing blame though it should have been on him because wasn't he the one who had pursued her in the first place? He'd known what the Ellis family was capable of and what they would do when it comes to protecting their family and the line of fire tamers. Problem was he had already fallen in love with her and how did you just walk away from that?
Ry wanted to believe that this would be the one and only time something like this would or could happen to him, either of them really, but he'd seen too much in the world that proved otherwise. Sometimes that oh so logical part of him was something he hated because right now all he really wanted to be able to say was that nothing like this would ever happen again and that things would be perfect. It was probably what she needed more than the words that did come out next, gentle as they were even. Her pleading response proved just that and he almost wished he could take the words back but when it came down to it he would rather she hear the truth than false assurance from him. Anything less felt like a lie and he couldn't do that to her. The pained look on her face was killing him though and he quickly added the affirmation that he knew she would find him. So whatever did happen it would be ok because they would always find one another. That was something true.
For a few minutes the world grew still again between them, her forehead against his own and Ryden wished he wasn't so tired because all he really wanted to do was just lie there with her and enjoy having her next to him again. There was a part of him that was afraid his mind was tricking him and that this was all just a dream and she wasn't really here and if he let himself drift off to sleep again he would wake up to find himself back in that building, alone. But no, no she was here and she wasn't going anywhere that's what he had to keep telling himself even as he felt his eyes closing against his will. She promised to stay though and that was enough.
THE NEXT MORNING
The sun was barely over the horizon when he woke up but it felt like he'd slept for about ten years. The rest had done its work though. The pain was all but gone and his mind felt clear again now that his head was no longer pounding like a hammer. He couldn't begin to describe how glad he was that even fallen angels could still heal that quickly. Blinking sleepily still his brown eyes glanced down to the side, a slight smile forming on his lips at the sight of the girl beside him. Sometime during the night she had moved so that she was nestled up against him and her head was resting on his chest now, a peaceful look on her face as she slept. A feeling of absolute contentment filled Ry at that point and he would have been perfectly happy to lay there like that the rest of the day if they could have gotten away with it.
A quick glance at the clock beside him showed it was barely six in the morning, early even for him. He shifted slightly, careful not to disturb her if he could help it, resting his arm gently around her waist. How on earth had he lived so long without her in his life? WORDS ENOUGH TAGGED DARBY<3 NOTES I CAN'T EVEN WITH THESE TWO TEMPLATE BY WE WERE INFINITE ! OF CAUTIO 2.0 |
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