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Post by Autumn Hharm on Apr 12, 2012 20:58:43 GMT -5
Sat in her chambers after running out of things to clean. Her efforts to sleep had been for naught, so she'd dressed herself again and started working, fully intending to cover the manse from top to bottom. Unfortunately, her bad leg had forced her to give in to Fritz's urging that she cease and desist for the day.
She'd already gathered some of her things from Tohrment's chambers, and as she sat, restless, upon her bed, she looked around for something she could straighten. Then, as her conversation with Tohrment earlier entered her thoughts yet again, she looked over at the cellular phone Xhex and John Matthew had given her last Christmas. All the Brothers had similar devices, and she had been assured all of their numbers had been programmed into hers.
Time to practice using the device. Working carefully but deliberately, she typed out a message: I wish to learn self-defense. However, it appears that I am in need of a tutor. Tohrment is not an option. Then stared at her phone. Apparently that was the easy part. Now, who to send it to? After careful thought, she decided to go out on a limb. Tohrment trusted these males with his life, his safety. And they were members of the Brotherhood, which spoke for itself. She owed them as much as the next. And they truly were Tohrment's brothers, from what she could tell, as close as any of his flesh and blood could be, if not closer. And she gathered Darius felt the same. So surely she could trust them, too? Her decision made, and with a little effort, she managed to add each of the warriors of the household. All but one, of course. Sighing, she set the phone down, and looked around again.
It felt like a lifetime since she'd spent any real time in here. And in way, it had been.
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Apr 12, 2012 21:16:48 GMT -5
Focus? Impossible. Distraction? Failed. Purpose? Nada. Thoughts? That one was easy, Autumn.
Their fighting was reminding him of their early days, not so very long ago. Rolling his head, trying to do something with some type of use, ran his pencil around on his paper, and realized that served no use at all.
The pencil snapped in his fingers and he snarled and tossed it across the wall, where it landed on the remains of that green, ugly, hideous chair Wellsie had given him. He had full intention of fixing it and stopped.
Why?
He closed his eyes, that slow pain, that though it had eased, still reared up and reminded him of its existence as a heavy stone in his life not so long ago. It was but a faded memory when he was with Autumn. She had rolled that stone away from the cave his soul had floundered in for so long.
"You are being a fool."
Was he? Was it selfish to never be in that place again? To never feel that kind of earth-shattering pain again? To never wish to be sucked into the vortex that his life had become when he lost the one he loved?
No, it wasn't. Dropping his head to the desk, his fingers once again grazing Wellsie's name in the desk, his navy eyes staring at the desk surface just inches from their gaze, sighed.
"Wellsie, I wish you would tell me how to do this right. Was it so hard for us?"
Again, the answer was no. But that was before he had lost everything. And he would be fucking damned if he lost everything again.
Standing, headed down the tunnel to the manse. Autumn could stay mad at him for centuries if need be, he would tie her the bed, and never let her leave again. At least then she would be alive.
And he would never feel that pain again.
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Post by Autumn Hharm on Apr 12, 2012 21:26:41 GMT -5
She found herself staring at the phone. Just send him a message. Call him. But no. If he wished to speak to her...well. No doubt he had no such wish, and nothing she could say would change that, so that point was moot, wasn't it. Sighing, she stood, limp be damned, and began moving around the room, rearranging, straightening, re-rearranging and re-straightening. Cleaning and re-cleaning. Busy. Busy. Busy.
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Apr 12, 2012 21:35:40 GMT -5
Had checked downstairs, and Fritz said he had sent her up to their rooms. Checked there and let out a grumbled hiss as he saw some of her items were removed from the bureau top. Fine, she had said she was going back to her rooms. He walked past the statures and right up to her door and rapped his knuckles on it, his anger sparking and causing him to knock far louder than he had intended.
"Autumn. Open the door."
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Post by Autumn Hharm on Apr 12, 2012 21:52:36 GMT -5
Winced, then let out a breath as he pounded, then spoke. If one could call that speaking.
She had sensed him well before he made his presence known at the expense of her chamber door, or she would have jumped at the force of his knock. And clearly he was not here for a friendly chat.
Setting down the cloth she'd been using to polish with, she turned and made her way to the door, her limp hindering her progress, but not halting it. Finally, she stood before it, but stopped with her hand over the knob, before letting it fall back to her side.
"What is it?"
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Apr 12, 2012 22:11:19 GMT -5
"Open the fucking door. Now."
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Post by Autumn Hharm on Apr 12, 2012 22:18:53 GMT -5
shook her head and turned, limping away from the door. "Forgive me, but I am disinclined to acquiesce to your request." Made her way towards her bed, to smooth the covers from sitting on it.
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Apr 12, 2012 22:35:21 GMT -5
Dropped his head back and then placed a palm on the door. Heard her walk away and took a step back, glaring at the door. Started to walk away and let her cool down and him as well. But then he shook his head.
They were not going back to the days where they did not speak their minds. When they just assumed the other was mad and let it be that way. Walking back, reared up a leg, and with fangs popping out, kicked the door, planting his shit kicker dead left to the knob. The door was solid oak, and made to last.
But he was a male, and behind this door, was his female. And if the inbetween could not even keep her from him, he would be damned to the fade if a door would do the job.
Reared back and kicked the door again.
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Post by Autumn Hharm on Apr 12, 2012 22:42:31 GMT -5
Jumped at the sound, this time even louder than his 'knocking', eyes wide as she stared. It was as if the door were under attack by a battering ram. And it was in pain from the efforts of staying closed and intact. She winced with every impact, slowly stepping farther and farther from the large, solid panel, that was bending under the pressure of each assault, threatening to shatter as she prepared to take cover on the other side of the bed.
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Apr 12, 2012 22:49:09 GMT -5
It never occured to spare Fritz the stroke the elder doggen was going to have when this door splintered by dematting into the room. His anger just needed a target and the door was better than well, the female behind it.
Rearing his boot back again, kicked and the door splintered and split, the knob flying off as the door flew open, splinters flying. Stepped in and stood in the doorway, nostrils flared, fangs long and spun his navy gaze to her as cold filled the room.
"We. Need. To. Chat."
He reached over, grabbed the splintered edge of the door and slammed it shut. Useless, like every other thing he had attempted today, for it swayed, groaned and fell of its hinges. Yep, Fritz was going to put him in time out for that. Make him polish knicknacks or something.
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Post by Autumn Hharm on Apr 12, 2012 22:55:58 GMT -5
Somehow, 'friendly' still didn't come to mind where his intentions were concerned. Even 'chat' seemed somewhat far-fetched as she stared at the furious male before her, standing in the splintered ruins of what had been her door.
And though her chin lifted, her arms following suit, wrapping around her for warmth under the sudden onslaught of the chill, her mouth seemed no more capable of forming words than her brain at the moment. So she met his gaze in wide-eyed silence.
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Apr 12, 2012 22:59:32 GMT -5
"Gather your things. You will be sleeping in our mated rooms. One night is one night more than I ever care to be seperated from you. Now."
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Post by Autumn Hharm on Apr 12, 2012 23:12:52 GMT -5
Looking in his eyes, she hesitated, and remained unmoving. "I have no intention of changing my mind." Squared her shoulders, dropping her arms stiffly to her side, despite the cold that still remained. "I will keep my motorcycle. And I will learn to defend myself. To the best of my abilities." Paused, and said lower, past the ache in her chest, "Even if it means you are not the one who teaches me."
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Apr 12, 2012 23:19:57 GMT -5
She apparently did not know of the threat he had sent out to the Brothers, so he was not concerned with that training bit of her bravado. The motorcycle, could conveniently go missing. After all, she was going to be tied to their bed for the duration.
Walking over, picked her up and threw her on his shoulder, the cold whispering around them and jacked the opposite way on his heels and headed for their rooms, kicking the splintered door out of the way.
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Post by Autumn Hharm on Apr 12, 2012 23:29:07 GMT -5
yelped, then blinked, stunned, as she was carried bodily from her chambers. "You will put me down!" Curled her hands into fists and beat them against his broad back, ignoring the sudden whisper of her treacherous body, urging her toward a much different goal. "I am not some piece of furniture or luggage for you to move around as you please!" Those last words did not help either, as her mind joined the mutiny, playing images of what her body whispered for. But she would not give in. She refused, as she continued her protests and her assault on his back.
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Apr 12, 2012 23:36:11 GMT -5
Her little hits were cute, damn fucking adorable. And his leathers liked right how they were hitting. Walking into their rooms, tossed her on the bed and willed the door closed. Stood over her, arms crossed and smirked, "Still think you can defend yourself? That was easy enough."
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Post by Autumn Hharm on Apr 12, 2012 23:40:50 GMT -5
stared at him, quickly shuffling off to the other side of the bed. "All that proves is the need. How would you feel if another male were to handle me that way? As you demonstrated so well, I am currently helpless to fight such an attack. Now imagine if you nowhere to be found, unable to protect me?"
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Apr 12, 2012 23:46:56 GMT -5
A growl rumbled at the thought of another male even thinking of touching what was his. The word "MINE" snarled out and his bonding scent infused the cold in an instant, "Careful Autumn. A bonded male, whose temper is raised, is not something to be toyed with."
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Post by Autumn Hharm on Apr 12, 2012 23:57:28 GMT -5
Met his gaze unwaveringly. "And my safety? What of that. Are you going to give up patrolling to ensure it? Bring me along with you? Is a bonded female's concern for her male irrelevant?" Took at breath...and knew her next words would hit him as hard as they would her. "Would you risk my being captured again, because I could not fight off my captor? Would you have me relive that? Would you chance it, and for what? Am I safer as I am, untrained, unprepared? Would you lock me up to never see the world we both so longed for me to experience? Is that how I am to live out the rest of our years?"
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Apr 13, 2012 0:18:43 GMT -5
Closed his eyes, the onslaught of her words hitting him like ice chips through the skin. Wellsie, that day, when he wanted her to stay, he had let her, with even less protest than what Autumn was giving him now. And she had been killed. And his world, so recently crumbling back to where he could be happy, had shattered.
Opening his eyes, met hers, "You are not to leave the manse. I will alert Vishous to revoke your passage out of the vestibule. You have no need to be more trained, because you will not be endangered. Consider this the other side, with nicer accomodations."
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Post by Autumn Hharm on Apr 13, 2012 0:32:45 GMT -5
stared at him, her eyes becoming like slate. "Well. I suppose my fate was always thus. Ever to live as a prisoner. This, however, proved to be an unexpected twist." All expression left her face, and she gave a slight bow before turning and limping toward the corner. "Sleep well...mine rahlman." Turned and sat down, and stared blankly at the opposite wall to wait for sleep.
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Apr 13, 2012 0:40:37 GMT -5
Picking up his phone, paced and send the message to Vishous, the doggens and the rest of the Brotherhood:
From this point forward, all priviledges to leave the mansion are revoked for Autumn. This includes all entrances and the mhis. She is not to leave without my premission. This is to go along with the prevous statement that none train her other than myself.
Signed: Leader of the Black Dagger Brotherhood.
He sent it and turned to face her. She would not meet his eyes and he knew he was being overbearing, controlling and a complete asshole. But at least she was alive. At least she was unharmed.
Hatred he could handle. He had it for himself for so long, its taste on the air had been his breath for a very long time. A new source, but still palable.
Hatred was fine.
Her being dead? Was not.
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Post by Autumn Hharm on Apr 13, 2012 0:50:55 GMT -5
Leaned her head against one wall as he paced in the corner of her vision. Ironic, she thought, that her life should end yet again, so soon after it had begun. Yet again.
But at least it was for a good cause. Tohrment would be at ease. And that as all that mattered, was it not. After all, mated or not, she was his female, and he was her male. And Love, is ever a worthy cause.
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Post by Vishous Bloodletter on Apr 13, 2012 16:10:02 GMT -5
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