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Post by John Matthew Tehrror on Oct 30, 2012 19:04:57 GMT -5
He hadn't seen Torhment in a while, so decided to go down to his office for a visit.
Moving down the hallway, as he came closer to the door of the office he heard grumbling...something about Autumn, table linens...glitter and pumpkins. What the hell?
Stepping through the door, he saw Torhment hunched over something on his desk. Letting out a shrill whistle, he arched his brow as Tohrment's head popped up.
You okay?
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Oct 30, 2012 19:11:40 GMT -5
Went to bark to go away, until he saw who was in the door way, and his expression softened. Waving his son in, "Come in."
Pointed to the various "decorations" that littered his desk. The doggens had been trying to get him to nail down what he wanted for the tables at the festival. Fuck, he had no idea. Fall-ish? That got him this mess. And he was pretty sure, he had glitter all over him worse than those stupid ass vamps in those Twilight movies.
"What do you know of decorating? You used to help Wellsie. What would she think?" Pointed to the mess, "I would ask Autumn, but" curling a lip, "She's working. Again."
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Post by John Matthew Tehrror on Oct 30, 2012 19:16:28 GMT -5
Walked over to the desk and picked up a glittered..what was that a squash, quickly put it down and tried to wipe the glitter from his hands...which seemed to multiply on contact. Shaking his hand out he shook his head...signing. I helped, after she told me what to do, and exactly where to put it.
Staring at his glittered fingers as he sighed, he rolled his eyes and looked at Tohrment. Tell me again, why you loathe the idea of Autumn working
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Oct 30, 2012 19:24:33 GMT -5
He opened his mouth to protest and instead pointed a finger at JM. " I did not state that I loathed her working. She worked before. Here at the manse, and I was fine with that." He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, and now, was sure he had glitter there as well.
"I just, do not like her working outside the Manse." Lifted a hand, "Yes. I know its Safe Place. But when she was in the Manse, I could check on her. Know that she was safe." Pointed to his PC monitor, "With a flick of a security camera."
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Post by John Matthew Tehrror on Oct 30, 2012 19:31:50 GMT -5
Nodded, with a smirk, even though he didn't say he loathed it...you could feel it radiating from his bonded male like a thick fog.
Held his hands up in surrender, Does she not have a cell phone you can call her on, or text?
Thought for a moment, what about a security feed to here from SafePlace?
Hmm, maybe that would defeat the purpose of the SafePlace and the privacy issue.
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Oct 30, 2012 19:42:00 GMT -5
He leaned back, and laced his hands on his chest, "I am trying to let her flex her being dependent wings. But" meeting JM's eyes, "I am finding it very hard to let her fly. I am too afraid of what may try to hurt her flight. I am having to fight my very real obsession with keeping her safe." He snorted and frowned.
"Cop accused me of being overbearing and controlling." Shrugged, "I am not, true?"
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Post by John Matthew Tehrror on Oct 30, 2012 19:55:10 GMT -5
Looked him over and tilted his head, raising his hands he wavered them a bit. Overbearing no...Controlling, a bit, yes
Held up a finger, But you have a right to be, this is not easy for you.
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Oct 30, 2012 20:13:31 GMT -5
Sighed, "See, you get it. But then again, you were there. That day." Looking down at the glittery decorations, sighed.
"You should see her. So excited about her work there. So I hide it. I'll deal. I've never seen her so happy and sure of herself. I dare not harm that. "
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Post by John Matthew Tehrror on Oct 30, 2012 20:17:28 GMT -5
Looked around and went to grab another decoration and stopped himself, no more glitter. Looked back at Tohrment.
I worry about Xhex too, but she's tough...can handle herself grinned and tilted his head...but then again...look who her mother is....
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Oct 30, 2012 20:32:08 GMT -5
He tented his fingers under his chin, tilting his head, "True. But Autumn is not as her daughter. She spent most of her adult existence on the other side. And is still so trusting and naive about the world we fight in daily."
He sighed, "Not that the reason makes any sense. Wellsie was the opposite in that regards. And well" picked up a decorated pumpkin and frowned, "besides, I am hiding it well. Inside. Thus far."
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Post by John Matthew Tehrror on Oct 30, 2012 20:39:13 GMT -5
Frowned, and thought...he worried about Xhex every night..she went to that club. He hated it, but he knew who she was when he fell for her, hell it was part of the reason he loved her so much.
laughed and nodded. Picked up a glittered leaf and shook it over Tohrment's head. You are hiding it well, this is good for her, I think so anyway. Grinned at the glitter all over his head.
Now you look like that Edwin, Edgar...or Edward dude.
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Oct 30, 2012 20:49:56 GMT -5
Smirked and grabbed the leaf out of JM's hand, "That is not amusing. They can't take a hit for shit."
Spun the leaf in his hand, "I know. Good for her. Just not sure if its good for me. Can vamps get ulcers?" Rubbed his stomach, "And grey hairs?" Reached up to touch his white streak, "Well, that last one is answered."
He tossed the leaf down and pushed to stand, "Come on. Lets go find some less glitter task to do. Perhaps leave it scattered on the stair runner for Fritz to panic and freak out about."
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Post by John Matthew Tehrror on Oct 30, 2012 21:20:45 GMT -5
Agreed with Tohrment, and wondered what would happen if they took apart the Dyson vacuum cleaner, how Fritz would clean up all the glitter.
Walking out of the office he nudged Tohrment and they laughed. He sure hoped he could learn to be a little more calm when it came to Autumn, even if it too scared him to have his female out at night without him. He could only imagine the hell he puts himself through with worry.
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