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Dec 15, 2015 0:53:42 GMT -6
Post by YVETTE PENDERGHAST on Dec 15, 2015 0:53:42 GMT -6
I'm looking for a place to start...But everything feels so different now
Yvette had promised herself that by the time she arrived to her destination, she wouldn't cry. She'd done her best not to cry when Cassidy was around, and she managed to keep her tears silent, but they seemed to constantly run down her face. She could smile at her baby girl and tell her they were going to see family every time she asked her mommy why they were still driving.It had only taken about two days of driving for them to finally arrive in San Francisco, and it was clear that by that time, Cassidy was more than restless. Yvette did the best she could to prepare herself, brushing her tears away from her face and sitting up straighter, planning in her mind what all she was going to say. After enough repetition, she finally had multiple versions of how the whole scenario would plan out listed in her mind, she was ready, and she wouldn't cry, no matter what.
But the sight of Coraline opening her front door, the small woman she was, looking open and friendly in her pajamas even at two in the morning instantly brought Yvette to tears. They poured down her face as Cassidy slept in her arms, and her sister in law ushered her inside, clearly taken aback by her visitors. It had been five years since she'd seen the Black family, and Yvette couldn't help the guilt that rose in her stomach as she walked into the house. When she stepped in, Cassidy woke up, groggily asking her mother where they were. Yvette told her daughter they were at her aunty Cora's house, trying to cheerful and quiet instead of letting her crying get the best of her. When Cassidy asked if she could keep sleeping, Cora chimed in, telling them that she had a bed just for her in Coraline's own daughter's room. Yvette kissed her girl on the head and then quietly handed her over to Cora. Cassidy instantly snuggled into her aunt's arms and Cora momentarily disappeared, leaving Yvette alone for a moment, trying to collect herself.
It wasn't Cora who came out into the entry way, but Francis. He gave Yvette no time to act, but swooped in immediately to grab her in for a bear hug, her feet lifting the ground. Despite her tears, Yvette couldn't hep the smile and small laugh that the action elicted, feeling better almost the instant he'd entered her line of sight. "We missed you, V," he said cheerfully and in such a way that Yvette could never doubt him. "I missed you too, Frankie. And you too, Cora," she added to the woman who had just appeared around the corner. The small traces of smiles that Yvette had gained in Francis's presence dropped when she saw Cora's face- one that looked mournful and worried all at the same time. "Come on in, Yvette," the tiny woman said softly, "I think there's some things we need to talk about." Frankie looked confused, but didn't ask questions and instead went to collect Yvette's bags out of the car while Cora lead Yvette into the very large kitchen and poured three glasses of wine. "Your little girl, what's her name?" She asked, distracted as she put the wine bottle in the trash. "Cassidy." Yvette answered simply, nodding her thanks when Cora handed her a glass. "And those bruises on her arms... where did they come from?" At this point, Cora's gaze had locked onto Yvette, eyes intense and focused.
With tears in her eyes, Yvette launched into her story, hoping that if she told it fast enough she wouldn't start sobbing. There were several points at the beginning where she lost her composure, but when Frankie came back in and took a seat next to his wife at the kitchen table, Yvette found it a bit easier to talk about what she and her girl had been through. Frankie's expression kept still for the most part, composed, though there were a few moments where his eyebrows would crease or he'd rub Cora's back, and Yvette could tell he was trying to work the atmosphere in the room in order to keep both women from sobbing. Yvette explained how much stress Jason had been under and how hard it was for him to keep his temper under control, especially because he had a wolf raging inside of him now. She talked about how in the last two years, she'd quit her job and stayed in the house, mostly, in order to keep the peace. She also explained how much stress she herself had put on her husband... and then she finally told them what had happened only days before, and why she ran. She feared for Cassidy, that her home wouldn't be safe anymore for the little girl. When Frankie asked, Yvette took off her jacket and revealed her own arms. Although he managed to keep a smooth expression, Cora gasped and covered her mouth with her hand, horrified at the dark bruises and welts covering Yvette's skin. Quickly, Yvette put her jacket back on, embarrassed.
"Well," Frankie finally said, a seemingly easy smile spreading across his lips. "We've always got room for one more. Mi casa e su casa, sister." But Cora shook her head, still obviously shaken from the story. For a moment, Yvette thought Cora might think she was lying- after all, she'd been talking about Cora's own brother. But instead, the little woman said, "The guest rooms are all being painted right now. We'll put you in Vinny's room fr the time being, just until we can get you a room of your own. No, it's alright," she said, already interrupting Yvette's protests, "He's out with Miles tonight, and I'm sure he wouldn't mind anyway. We can put him on a blow up mattress in the den if he decides to come home tonight. I'll be up for a while, so I'll fill him in." Yvette tried to protest once more, not wanting to put Vincent out of his own bed- not after everything else she'd done to him- but Coraline, as soft spoken and gentle as she was, was actually very difficult to argue with. Eventually she gave in, and Frankie walked with her to Vincent's room, taking her two suitcases up with her. He gave her another hug and they stood there for a moment, Yvette not wanting to let go of him. He felt safe, secure, and that was something she really needed. Finally, after nearly a minute, Frankie let go, kissed her on the forehead and said, "You're good here. No one's gonna getcha. Promise." He paused and then added, "Vince'll be happy to see you too." And then he left her alone.
Vincent had a large room, one that had it's own bathroom. Yvette gathered her toiletries and performed her nightly duties, brushing her teeth and even hopping in the shower. She stood there for a bit, letting the water scald her body and allowing her self to cry the last bits of what was left in her, though there wasn't much. She stepped out and quickly changed into the pajamas she'd shoved into her suitcase. Honestly, Yvette was expecting to lay awake and reflect for a while, be tormented by her mind and not truly fall asleep for another few hours, just like it had been at the motel's they'd stayed at. But when she layed on top of Vincent's unmade bed, her eyes immediately drifted close. The comfort of Frankie's powers combined with the softness of the bed and Yvette's exhausted had her asleep in moments, her slumber dreamless and for the first time in a while, peaceful.
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Dec 17, 2015 1:23:53 GMT -6
Post by VINCENT BLACK on Dec 17, 2015 1:23:53 GMT -6
my love for you was bulletproof but you're the one who shot me vincent would have liked to be able to say he didn't dwell on the past but he'd be lying. and if there was anything that was genuine and good about the guy, it was the fact that he wasn't a liar. there was a mean bone in his body. all the negativity he possessed was solely because of his bad luck and his lack of control over it. fact of the matter was, he dwelled on the past each and every spare moment he got. he looked back on his upbringings, the issues surrounding delilah and shay, pandora, and everything else in between. while those things were obvious to those around him -francis, pandora, miles...- vince did a fair job of hiding his frequent thoughts of yvette. he'd loved her more than any other woman, yet, he pretended he'd let go of her memory. after all, she was technically still apart of the family in a way, so admitting he wasn't whole without her would just be wrong. along with his desire to be honest, he had a desire to make everyone else around him happy, even if it meant he was always miserable.
every person has that one true love; the kind that makes a person weak in the knees. each person has one and those who deny have just not found their other half yet. vince knew exactly who his other half was. when he was with her, the present felt like mere moments, gone just as soon as they had come. and when he was apart from yvette for brief moments or hours, it felt like an eternity had passed since the last time he held the one he loved. now that things were truly over and it'd been a few years since he felt the warmth of her skin, their love felt archaic...extinct.
with yvette, vinny never felt as though his bad luck were out of control. in fact, it seemed just as in check as when he hung around francis or pandora. he didn't know what it was about the outside of her that was good for the inside of him, but something between them clicked in a way he'd never thought possible. when she left, it crippled him emotionally, to the point he needed to fill the void. he thought he'd found vett's replacement with delilah but really, there was no comparison. he loved her as much as he could but he could never do so fully; not when another woman would always own a part of his heart. by the time shay had come around, he'd given up completely and just clung to the closest thing to love he could manage to find. none of it was as true or pure as what he had with the lycan woman of his. he thought they would be forever, though a part of him knew that was too good to be true.
sometime into their relationship, vinny had bought a ring for yvette. he wanted nothing more than to wake up to her face every day...to be lucky enough to call her his wife. he held onto the little velvet box for nearly three months, unable to find the courage to pop the question. he hadn't even told francis or miles, for fear they'd try to coax him into some elaborate thing with it. he wanted it to be special and heartfelt, with no one's help. yvette needed to know how important she was to him, so much so that he would give her the the moon if he could harness it. but his bad luck struck...
it seemed as soon as his happiness had come to climax, it plummeted. insecurities plagued his mind the day jason showed up at the door but he refused to voice them, trying to give her the benefit of the doubt. it was crazy how one single phone call could ruin a person's life. in vinny's eyes, he went from having everything to having nothing in a matter of moments, as he begged yvette to stay. and even when that failed, he begged for an answer. but he didn't need one...he knew he wasn't good enough for her. painfully, he tried to let her go, to let her be happy with the man she'd been with before him.
that's when the insecurities truly started to transpire. the depression sunk in and his bad luck grew worse. one of many suicide attempts were made shortly after, francis saving him as per usual. for once, he wished that his brother would just let him die. how could he possibly live without her?
well, here he was now, in the present day. vince was merey a ghost of the man he once was, which wasn't saying much. making it through each day was a chore, one in which he couldn't manage without the help of his close-knit support system. frankie and miles were always there for him, muddled with help from coraline and the kaycee's smiling face too. pandora had preoccupied much of his time lately as he tried to figure out what the hell oliver was doing to her but once he solved that issue, he'd be back to square one: wanting to die.
miles had managed to drag him out to the star wars premier which, to his delight, did not disappoint. he was happy for the pleasant getaway, even if his contentment would be gone by the time he woke in the morning. he bid his friend a good night, lingering on the porch steps a few minutes longer as she finished a cigarette he'd lit. he wasn't a regular smoker but sometimes, he just needed something to take the edge off. drugs had been a go-to once but frankie kept strict rules around the house - he said for kaycee's benefit, which was a good cover to keep his brother clean.
finally moving into the house, vince noted the odd arrangement of things. the blowup mattress that was normally deflated and stuffed in the hall closet was set up in the den off of the living room. as he passed through, he could see coraline had passed out in the chair with the light on...as though she'd been expecting someone. maybe someone was stopping by? or perhaps she meant to speak with he or miles. no matter, he didn't see any point at waking her in this hour. flicking off the light, he laid a spare blanket over her before tossing his hat on the kitchen counter and heading up to his room.
problem was, his room wasn't his...not for the night. he flipped the light switch without a second though, beginning to unbutton his shirt before heard the soft sighs of someone sleeping. he turned to face the direction of them, gaze falling upon the sleeping beauty in his bed. this was a cruel joke and a low blow to him, he thought, as he gazed upon the sleeping form of his ex. he was sure that someone had just forgotten to fill in the details for him, but it still wasn't fair. he wallowed in depression day in and day out, a fair amount of it stemming around the woman in his bed.
vinny merely stood there for a few minutes, gazing at her longingly. he hadn't seen her since they left so this was, well...more than a bit of a shock. he barely noticed his shirt was askew as she began to stir at his commotion, causing him to panic slightly. "god yvette...didn't mean to wake you. sorry. just um...go back to bed." he turned to turn the light off but paused for a moment, thinking of his nightstand next to the bed. he didn't expect her to go through her things but in there, the ring he'd purchased for her was hidden. paranoia set in, hoping she'd just go back to sleep. he had so many questions but considering the time, he decided to let it be. "just forget i barged in. i think coraline was tryna catch me before i came up but she fell asleep so yeah...sorry again." with that, he gathered a few of his things on the floor, embarrassed with the mess now, and turned to leave. sorry for the rambling, got excited. template by Margie @ Adoxography v2
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Dec 17, 2015 21:29:31 GMT -6
Post by YVETTE PENDERGHAST on Dec 17, 2015 21:29:31 GMT -6
I'm looking for a place to start...But everything feels so different now
Normally, Yvette was a very light sleeper, especially once her daughter had been born. But due to the past couple of days being nonstop traveling, coupled with the stress, she didn't immediately wake up when the light turned on in the room. She remained stationary in her position, her breathing deep and even. She was laying over the covers, her bare legs untroubled by the slight chill in the room though there were now goosebumps on them. She he was positioned on her side with a pillow held tightly in her clutches, her hair obscuring her face. She lay with no movement besides the rise and fall of her chest, peaceful in the absence of dreams and thought. Even in her sleep, she knew she was safe, as the home radiated peace from ever nook and cranny inside- outside stimuli could only just barely reach in her in the land of slumber.
Eventually, the shuffle of footsteps overrode her exhaustion and her mommy senses kicked in, the ones that woke her up at the sound of movement in the room, even quiet movement. her eyes drifted open slightly, thankfully hidden by her hair so they were allowed to adjust. she stretched her toes and then moved her hair out of her face, blinking to look at Vincent, who was staring at her in shock. At first, she was confused, and her expression turned bemused, forgetting momentarily where she was and why Vincent would be there. In only a moment, though, as Vince started talking, did reality hit her at full force, the events of the last few days slamming into her skull. Yvette sat up in the bed, but right as she did so, he switched the light off, and it was completely black for a moment. She blinked in surprise and then shook her head, knowing very well he couldn't see her. "Oh, no, Vince..." she protested, and quickly crawled to the other side of the bed, and slid off of it onto her feet.
She held her hand out in the dark, not wanting to bump into anything and unable to see. "Oh!" she gasped as her hand touched his chest, surprised she'd run into him. Rather than remove it, she let it rest on him for a moment and then said, "You shouldn't have to go. This is your room, after all. I didn't mean to put you out, it's just Cora.... well, she'd surprisingly hard to argue with for a little thing." She smiled at the comment, hoping to lighten up his mood- the terror on his face hadn't escaped her notice. Was he that angry with her? Did he honestly hate her that much? Of course, Vincent had every right to hate her, and she would have deserved it... but it broke her heart just a bit to think that he really did hate her. She had done her best not to think of him over the past five years, afraid that the longing she felt for him would kill her just from the pain of it all... and afraid that Jason would find out she was thinking of someone else. She put a hand up to his face, her fingers gently tracing his cheek, the bottom of his lower lip...
The hardest part of leaving Vincent hadn't been the guilt. It hadn't been the fear of Jason and it hadn't been the fear of Vincent hating her- not really. The first few days, she felt like something had been stolen from her, something precious and irreplaceable. Over the next few weeks after that, Yvette began to realize that a piece of herself was missing, and she was helpless without it. It was such a deep part of her, like the core of who she was now was missing a giant chunk, and she had no way of getting it back. The hole in her core got bigger and bigger, and while her husband beat away on the outside, she began to dissolve on the inside. She'd kept a smile on her face because that's what kept her alive, more than anything else. Yvette had still loved Jason when he came back to her, but even then her love for Vincent was so much deeper than that, so much more visceral. And removing herself from it had been one of the most self destructive acts she'd ever committed in her entire life... and given her history, that was saying something.
Standing in front of him now reminded her of how she was back before Jason had came and ruined it all, living in the house with her adopted family and being actually happy. She remembered how comfortable and easy it was to fall asleep next to Vincent and wake up int he morning to see his face. She remembered laying on his bed with an open textbook as she studied art history, and how he'd draw random invisible designs on the back of her thighs with his finger, trying and succeeding to distract her. She remembered that kissing him felt like listening to her favorite song for the first time, never wanting it to end and just so caught up in it's beautiful symphony. Her love for Vincent was not consuming, violent or filled with fire... it was the calm waters and fresh air and peace that allowed her to become whole again.
And then, like a sudden jolt of electricity running through her body, Yvette remembered that (as this was the last she'd heard of it), Vince was now married. Technically, she was too, but she no longer considered her own wedding vows valid anymore. Her blood turned to ice as she yanked herself away from him and said, "Oh, god, Vince I am so sorry. I'll go. You should stay." She began to retreat, walking backwards, away from him and towards the door. She turned away from him and took a breath, squeezing her eyes shut and shaking her head, realizing what an idiot she was, hitting on a married man while she herself was still legally bound to someone else. She took a step to leave, but a sudden rush of sadness rushed though her, and so she whipped back around and wrapped her arms around Vince's neck, pulling him in for a close hug. "it's so good to see you again," she murmured quietly to him. And she meant it, not in a sexual or romantic way... he'd been her best friend for so long, and seeing his face again was actually nice, even if he did actually hate her. After a moment, she added, "I should have never left this place."
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Dec 26, 2015 21:58:23 GMT -6
Post by VINCENT BLACK on Dec 26, 2015 21:58:23 GMT -6
my love for you was bulletproof but you're the one who shot me god, she was a beauty. he'd never forgotten that but in her presence now, she seemed to glow brighter than his memory recalled. with sleep heavy in her eyes and her lightly tousled hair, she still was the most beautiful woman she'd ever seen. it didn't matter what kind of hell she was drug through, yvette was always perfect to him, in every possible way. the only thing that she didn't wear well were scars and bruises; those didn't belong on any woman. he probably would have lingered a few moments longer, just trying to decide if she were mirage or real, but her waking body suggested the latter. still, a part of the unfortunate dude expected it to be a figment of his wild imagination.
vincent flicked off the light so incredibly fast partially because he felt bad for disrupting her but also because he didn't want her to see what lay in his gaze. he'd obviously been content looking at her beauty for a few brief moments when she wasn't noticing. but there was so much more he wanted to shield. confusion was first and foremost present but secondly was hurt. he had longed to have this woman apart of his life for so long and in a fleeting moment, she was gone from it. he had never been one to worry about selfish tendencies and for that reason, he let her go. as much as he wanted to chase her, she told him not to. and who was he to go against those wishes? besides, how could he compete with the other guy? it wasn't like vinny was anything to brag about.
in bringing the darkness back, vince had hoped yvette would fall back asleep; he should have known better. he jumped slightly in feeling her touch, simply because he wasn't expecting in. still, he didn't move, but instead acted as a support for the woman in the dark. purely out of reaction, his hand moved to her hip, trying to stabilize her in blackness. in the moment his hand was there to catch her, he drew it back, mumbling "sorry" under his breath. her touch against him felt good, just as welcoming as sweet scent, but she wasn't his to enjoy those things about. a light laugh escaped his lips at her mention of cora, nodding even though she couldn't see the gesture.
"there's a point at which you learn to just accept whatever she has to say..." with that, he flipped on the light once more, looking at the woman who's hand was against him. he didn't mind so he didn't move, even though he felt guilty about her being committed to someone else and all. "mi casa es su casa." vince rattled in fluent spanish, even though it was a commonly used termed. "s'alright. i'll crawl in bed with miles. we all know what a schoolgirl crush he has on me, still. he'll never outgrow it. i'm just too beautiful for him to reject." despite their rocky past, vince could help but joke with her. after all, she'd been his best friend since before they'd ever been involved with one another. no matter what happened between them, he didn't ever want to lose that. he'd settle for having her in some sort of platonic way than no way at all.
he should have pulled away. that would be the good and honest thing to do, knowing she was with another man. instead, his head tilted to the side slightly, eyes closing as he leaned lightly into her touch. it reminded him of warmth and comfort, something from a time long ago. her fingertips were light and caressing, chasing away all of his demons, even if only for the moment. the halfbreed had every urge to return her gestures of endearment but as soon as they had come, they had gone...
a hand lifted as he tried to reach out for her but he quickly rubbed it through his hair, shielding what his reach was truly intended for. "for what?" his expression was puzzled, casting his gaze away after a moment. what they had between them was real and yet, with the circumstances, they were both denying what was there. had he not been such a damn coward, he would have professed his continual love for her and the fact it'd never stop. but long ago, he'd given up on the idea of him every being with yvette again. the universe or his luck or what the hell ever didn't have that in store for him. "you can sleep here. seriously, not a big deal. it's not like you're a stranger to this room." the latter part of his comment slipped out before he could stop it and afterward, he felt the color rise in cheek. good one, idiot., he thought, realizing he was bringing up the past he was trying to avoid. "i just...i'm surprised you're alone. where's um..." vinny's voice trailed off, though he was happy to see that that jackass wasn't in his bed too. "nevermind. stay. sleep. it's all good, bonita."
again, surprise overtook him as he felt arms wrap around him in a solid embrace. he returned the gesture tenfold, resting his chin softly on her head as his arms held her tight. "your presence has been deeply missed." vince left the statement open, so as to suggest he was not the only one distraught over her departure. he wasn't, honestly, but it had taken the hardest toll on him. finally, he let go of her rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "well, it wasn't my place to make you stay. shit, i didn't think you were even going to go until you were already gone." the words came without stopping, vince merely trying to keep it together. he'd let her go because he trusted her...trusted she'd come back. only she didn't - all he got was a phone call. and it crushed him. feelz. template by Margie @ Adoxography v2
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Jan 12, 2016 16:18:26 GMT -6
Post by YVETTE PENDERGHAST on Jan 12, 2016 16:18:26 GMT -6
I'm looking for a place to start...But everything feels so different now
Talking to Vinny again brought her a measure of peace that she hadn't been expecting. His voice soothed her frayed nerves, taking her stress down a few notches just by being with her. He'd always had that effect on her, and she'd told him a million times, though he always believed it was Frankie's influence and not his own. Yes, Francis had the ability to calm her, but no one could chase away her inner demons like Vinny could. He was the kindest, most generous man she'd ever met, and that was only part of the reason she'd fallen so deeply in love with him all those years ago. It was only one of the thousands of reasons she still love him now.
She rested a gentle hand on his arm and smiled, nodding and blinking her eyes as they adjusted to the light. "I forgot how persistent she is... Should have known better." She liked talking about her old family, how they all knew each other... it was like she'd never left in a way, except the gaping hole in her heart that ached a little as she missed them even more. She looked down and shook her head fondly as she remembered Miles, the friend so close to the family he basically was their family. By now he was far more a part of the than she had been. "Yeah," she said, bobbing her head, "I'm sure he'd just die of excitement. Still, though..." her arm still rested on his arm, and she rubbed it and looked back into his eyes. "I... well, I could use the company here, if it wouldn't be too disappointing to Miles... or you." Almost immediately after saying the words, she wanted to kick herself. She wasn't flirting with him, not really, but Yvette would have really loved for Vinny to stay a while, just to talk and see how he was doing, just to catch up. She missed him, not just the romance and love between them, but she missed him. He had always been her best friend, and that's really what she wanted back most.
Of course, that's why she pulled away. If she did anything to ruin his happiness any further than she already had, Yvette wasn't sure she could live with herself. It would just be the tip of the iceberg, the last item of the string of awful things she'd done on her lifetime to people who never deserved it. "I shouldn't be acting this way... not when you're.." She shook her head again, this time in regret, and then just waved her hand as if to try and wipe her words away. "It's nothing, forget it." And she tried to. She was desperately trying to erase her desire to touch him more, to lean into him just like she used to, to kiss him softly like she always did when she was feeling sad. It was hard being in her home and feeling like such a stranger to it, and being so close to her former love and not falling in his arms once more. Everything was so different now.
When he asked about Jason, Yvette deliberately didn't answer. She didn't want to talk about Jason, didn't want Vincent to know what he'd done to her, or her precious baby girl. Yvette was ashamed that she'd been with Jason for so long and had allowed things to progress to the level it had. She could be angry and blame her husband if she wanted to, but truth be told, she saw no one more at fault for the entire mess than herself. She buried her face in his shoulder as she hugged him, hoping he wouldn't notice that she was avoiding the topic of her husband. Every word he said in reference to he time here was like a kick to her gut, savage and cruel, though Yvette knew Vinny didn't mean it that way, "I never meant-" she started to say, but her phone ringtone sounded off beside the bed. She whipped her head towards it, surprised to hear it go off since so little people had her number. Once again, she put a hand on Vinny's chest, looking him in the eye and hurriedly saying, "Please, just stay here for a moment. I have to go get that. Just... stay. I'll be right back, I promise."
She hurriedly climbed over the bed and leaned over the side, hunting for the ringing phone. Finally, her hands closed around it and just before she brought it to her face, she swiped the screen. "Hello?" she said quietly, and moved into the bathroom, probably not out of earshot of Vincent, but at least there would be a little privacy. On the other end of the phone a woman asked to speak to a Mrs. Blackwood. "This is she." she said, and then listened to the woman identify herself as a doctor at the hospital her husband ad been admitted to. She spoke of the injuries and surgeries Jason had to endure, and it was all Yvette could do to keep air flowing in and out of her lungs. The woman reported that he had severe brain damage, and there was still severe swelling inside his skull. He was alive, but only just. The woman said they were afraid he wouldn't recover, or he'd suffer from severe handicaps if he did wake up at all. Yvette knew that his lycan genes would give him a fighting chance, but they couldn't save him from everything. The woman on the other end of the phone said Yvette should probably come see him soon. "Alright... thank you." Was all Yvette could manage before hanging up the phone.
Yvette held the phone to her chest and walked just fa out enough of Vince's bathroom so she could lean on the door frame. She had her eyes glued to the floor as she started speaking, not sure she wanted him to hear what she had to say, but knowing she had to do it anyway. "Right now, my husband is dying." Tears formed in her eyes but she continued, " And if I wasn't such a coward, then I might feel something other than relief. If I hadn't spent the last five years wishing more than anything that i was here, in this house, instead of in a home where I had to be careful with every step I made, afraid that if I said something wrong or forget even the smallest thing that I would... that he would..." she brushed tears from her eyes, finally looking at Vincent "If I had been listening to my heart instead of my head, then maybe I wouldn't find comfort in the fact that my husband would never leave bruises on my baby girl ever again." Instinctively, the lycan wrapped her arms around herself, forcing the tears to stop falling out of the corners of her eyes.
"I don't know what to do now, Vincent. I screwed up everything good I had...And now I have my daughter, and I wish more than anything that she wont have the memory of her father hurting her, or running away from our home... I can't even imagine how much that must have hurt her." Yvette ran a hand through her hair, and fell silent for a moment, knowing she'd probably said too much, but also wanting Vincent to know why she was here and acting so strange. "And you're married, I know that. I shouldn't be in your room, wishing that you- well, that you and I..." she shrugged and rolled her eyes at herself, thinking about how inappropriate she was being but how much she still didn't want him to leave.
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Jan 14, 2016 23:45:27 GMT -6
Post by VINCENT BLACK on Jan 14, 2016 23:45:27 GMT -6
my love for you was bulletproof but you're the one who shot me if vette left the very next day, vincent could live with that. he'd be sad as hell and while it wasn't ideal, it was a hell of a lot better than what he'd been living with the last few years. so many times he swore, aloud and to himself, that if he could just see her one more time...well, he'd give anything. now that the opportunity had arisen, he kept waiting for some sign from the universe, something that was necessary from him as some sort of payment for his 'prayers' having been answered. then again, maybe this wasn't as hopeful as a situation as he'd hoped. yeah, this could have been his shit luck creeping up on him again. this time that luck was determined to bring him as much pain as possible, by flaunting the very woman in front of him who was unobtainable to him.
vinny loved coraline as if she were his own sister, considering her as much a part of the family as his blood relatives. he could only imagine the lengths she went to make yvette comfortable upon her arrival. "one day i swear ima come home and find out she made our house a bed 'n breakfast." vince teased, though he seriously wouldn't be surprised if that situation arose. before he could manage his emotions, the surprise stretched across his face, accompanied by his questioning tone. "what...are you serious?" he blurted out, unable to hide the embarrassing amount of glee in his eye. had they been in a relationship, that pure look of endearment for a significant other would have been an adorable sight. but considering they were broken up - and had been for sometime- it was just pathetic...like someone who didn't get the hint that things were over. "i mean, if you need someone to talk, i can stick around for a big. don't wanna keep you from your sleep though." he tried waiving his excitement off though a part of him hoped she wouldn't turn him away. it didn't matter that not more than ten minutes ago he had to drag himself up the stairs. now, even if she had bid him goodnight, there was no way he was going to be able to sleep on that damn blow up mattress knowing the woman of his dreams was up in his room. likely, he'd just end up playing candy crush on his phone the rest of the night.
"you can do whatever you want..." his voice trailed off as she tried to make excuses. realizing how desperate he sounded, he threw in the latter part to try to cover his ass. "...i mean, that's what all the women in this house do. rule over us." his laugh was awkward and by 'all the women', he meant cora and little niece who ruled the roost. "but seriously...you don't need to apologize for anything. nothing at all." not even for breaking his heart. because in all honesty, he would have traded his happiness ten million times over to ensure his. hell, he would have given his last breath just for her.
frankly, vincent didn't mind that she didn't directly answer him about jason. the last thing he wanted to hear was about their perfect life and perfect home and perfect his and that. he was supposed to have had that with her and honestly thought that was the direction they had been headed in. but he was a fool, a complete idiot, for ever thinking that. his bad luck was constantly working and unless frankie or pandora were constantly at his side, nothing was going to change that. he thought yvette could, but her departure from his life proved him wrong. it hadn't even occurred to him why she was here, or the very possibility that it could be relationship-related. more than anything he wished for her to be happy, but that didn't mean he wanted to hear about the man who was making her that way...especially if it wasn't him.
"yep." he muttered with a nod obediently. if she was telling him stay, he sure as hell wasn't going to go. if there was every a moment he hated technology, it was right then and there. each time she put her hand on him it sent some electric spark through him, warming his soul. when she pulled away to grab her phone, he found himself disheartened. he thought himself desperate for needing such simple measures but they were comforting all the same. he was enjoying them now; he would revel in self pity and disgust later. trying not to listen in on her conversation, vincent merely rocked back and forth on his heels, glancing around at the various things in his room he now realized were embarrassing for a girl to see - like all his pop! figures. still a child at heart, clearly.
the moment she appeared in the doorway, vince's gaze traveled to her, ready to continue their conversation. only her mortified look warned him to shut up. he took a step toward her but the beginning of yvette's explanation shut him down. instead, he merely stood there, aching for her. each word that she said only seemed to progress the overall awfulness of the situation all together. mostly, vincent felt like he should have been shot in the head. her sadness was enough to cripple his soul but it was his own sliver of hope that made him a shitty person. he would never wish death upon anyone [except his father and oliver, maybe] but a small part of him hoped that whatever happened to this guy -jason- that he didn't recover. yes, that was awful of him.
emotions were clearly running high, made worse by his empathic abilities. every ounce of pain in yvette's body, well, he could feel it. he could take it himself, having lived through such treachery his entire life...but she didn't deserve it. still, he couldn't say a damn thing. he merely watched her sorrow in her expression. that is, until she mentioned a daughter and allegations of abuse. "if that's the kind of father he is, he may not be better off whole." it was the first thing vince managed to say without falter, firmly believing it. his own father was terrifying and if he had his way, no child would endure anything like that.
in the moments of her admission, vincent abandoned his selfish thoughts. he didn't care if yvette's relationship was in trouble or if she was newly single. no. he cared about her well-being, physically and emotionally and about her daughter's too. when it came down to it, he would take his own life if it meant improving hers. for that very reason, he moved over to her and wrapped his arms around her. with that, his emotional healing[the only power he found useful] enveloped her, working to draw out the negative like he was sucking out poison. she could fight it, though people rarely did. see, as he took in the toxicity into his own body, the purpose he was helping felt relief. how much she would fell, he didn't know...but he had to try.
vincent wanted to wipe away her tears but his embrace over her was more important. slowly, the emotions were transferred unto him. at first it was mild, making him a little sluggish and kinda off, but it only continued to progressively get worse from there. "whatever happened between us doesn't freakin' matter. what does matter is your safety...and you're daughter's too. and you have that here you always will. always did, for that matter. its a real fucked up thing...the situation that drove you here. but it's over now, v."
the halfbreed shook his head, loosening his grip slightly as he started to feel a little woozy. all the emotions were starting to get to him, overwhelming him as they hit him like a freight train. "no...shay's not here...we're not..." he tried to explain that he was free from her demonic clutch but he didn't get the words completely out before he stumbled backward from the gut-wrenching feelings. fuck, was this really what she was living with? feelz. template by Margie @ Adoxography v2
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Jan 15, 2016 22:52:12 GMT -6
Post by YVETTE PENDERGHAST on Jan 15, 2016 22:52:12 GMT -6
I'm looking for a place to start...But everything feels so different now
An actual giggle escaped her lips, thinking about Cora and how she'd let just about anyone in the house if they'd asked, especially if they were in need. "Are you kidding," she laughed, "Cora would be in absolute heaven. Heck, so would Frankie." And that was true, from what she remembered of them. The two most positive, energetic and social people that had ever walked the planet had found each other and were literally the worlds perfect couple. She could see them just spreading the love and the warmth with every single stranger they could find and welcoming them into their home with open arms and open hearts. Yvette had forgotten about that before she'd come back, forgotten the family she'd left behind for the nightmare that had been her marriage. If she had anything to be thankful for, it was the beautiful people in her life that had always been there for her, that were still there for her even though she'd left and betrayed them. Cora, Frankie, and it seemed even Vince was still her friend, judging by the smile on his face when she asked him to say. The fear of his anger crashed to the floor as it fell off her shoulders, relief taking it's place with it's light airiness. Sure, everything other bit of negativity still swam inside her, but even that little bit was a major relief.
"Of course," she replied, "I would love for you to stay." When he made his amendment to his enthusiastic reply, she shook her head, "No, it's alright. I don't think I could go back to bed. A little to wound." Honestly, she was surprised she'd been able to fall asleep in the first place. Yvette was still unbelievably exhausted, her body feeling like lead, but she'd told the truth to Vincent- her nerves would probably not let her fall back to sleep, no matter how tired she was. She spoke from experience- despite quitting her job and filling her days with nothing but loving on Cassidy and tip-toeing around Jason, Yvette knew exhaustion well. She was hyper attuned tot he moods in her house, and if Jason had thrown a tantrum without hurting anyone, Yvette would likely lie awake each night for several days on end, waiting for the other shoe to drop. The woman handled exhaustion like a pro, as insomnia had become her constant companion these past five years. Of course, as that thought flashed through her mind, it absolutely did not show on her face. Yvette had forgotten, temporarily, that hiding things from Vincent was just about pointless, since both he and Frankie could follow the lines of her emotional coaster like they were reading a book. In the absence of that memory, she still forced her expression to remain one of soft happiness, refusing to let the darkness creep into her features.
Yvette shook her head, smiling softly, disagreeing with him of the bat. She smiled at little, thinking of the baby Cora and Frankie had together and how excited she was to meet that little one. His last line broke her heart, because she so wanted his words to be true. She wanted to be free of everything she'd done to the people around her- to him, to Jason, to Cassidy and Cora and Frankie.... to everyone who'd ever shown her a bit of kindness and she had returned with a devastating outcome. "If only," was what she managed, unable to let all of it out just quite yet. "Life would be a lot simpler if that were true." This time, the guilt was easily readable on her face, simply because she felt sorry for clearly overstepping her bounds. Vincent was one of the most tolerant people she'd ever met, and she knew, she remembered rather, that he would let someone hurt him in a thousand ways and still would never do so much as raise a hand to stop them if it made them happy. At least, that was the man she remembered, the person he'd always been with her.
She thought for a moment most of everything could be forced down inside her. Yvette had a talent for not expressing how she was feeling, but that phone call wrecked her pretenses. It dragged everything she had shoved down back to the surface where it burned her skin and seared a whole through her heart. The water that wet her eyelids could barely count as tears... they were only inklings as to what she felt, as she'd spent most of the past few days crying, her eyes didn't have much else to give her. Yvette could feel her hands going cold, the pure stress telling her body it needed more blood in her heart, so it took as much as it could from her extremities while still keeping them functional. But she wasn't going to run away, especially not from Vinny. Her problems were not here, not in this place and she knew that. They were still trying to reach her, turn her upside down and throw her into the darkest parts of her mind. Although that pain still latched onto her, she forced herself to move and work through it, speaking to Vincent and hoping.... well, she wasn't actually sure what she was hoping for.
Viny's words made her her lip curl bitterly, and in a very out of character display her eyes shined in the gold manner that marked her as a lycan and she snapped back at him, "He's the kind of father that I made him." That was another thing she believed wholeheartedly. What Jason had done... she wouldn't be able to return to him again, not after all they'd been through. Ever loyal, though, Yvette knew that much of who her husband had become was her own fault. Her heart never let her forget that he had been her responsibility, and she'd failed him. "I made him a wolf... and the wolf ate him alive." Before his transformation, Jason had been gentle and caring, not unlike Vincent. She wondered if the man had stayed that way if those two might have actually liked gotten along, possibly even befriending each other. As she looked at Vincent, her bright eyes dimmed into their natural brown, what little temper she had already snuffed out. "Everything that followed... I created because I was so convinced I could handle it. Never... never did I think it would come to this." Being a lycan could have significant changes on a person, and rage was common for those who didn't know how to control themselves, those who were never were taught or who never learned on their own. Her pack had warned her that it would be her job to help him curb the rage that would inevitable surface. Being the fool in love that she'd been, Yvette had accepted the responsibility without so much as a moment's consideration. Now she wished she'd taken their words of caution much more seriously.
Vincent's embrace had a profound effect on her. She screwed her eyes shut and just leaned on him, focusing on her breathing. He felt so warm against her skin, and his friendly familiarity was truly everything she needed in that moment. "I'm sorry," she murmured for what seemed like the hundredth time in their recent time together, angry at herself for snapping at him, knowing perfectly well that he was just looking out for her. His words made her shiver, oddly chilled by the fact that he was still so kind to her. This kind of support and love seemed so alien to her after all this time, but still, Yvette welcomed it. As he held her, the feeling of isolation and loneliness she kept inside her started to evaporate, just another little thing in her heart that lifted in the black house. She rested against him, totally unaware of what he was doing for her until she noticed that other parts of the feelings inside herself were disappearing... the scorching dagger of hated she had for her own self that had been so long planted in her chest began to cool, and alarms started going off in her head. That was the exact moment she recalled what Vincent could do, the memory of Frankie sitting her down and explaining all of their gifts ramming into the forefront of her mind.
Too late, though, he stumbled away from her, and she knew the damage had been done. She still felt lighter than she had, but Yvette was aware of everything Francis had explained to her and the destructive effects Vincent was now facing. It wasn't like She'd been ever unaware of their magical heritage, but shortly after beginning a relationship with Vince, Frankie had explained the do's and don't of all of their gifts. he explained that they all were empath's, but that Vince had an extra kick. It wasn't the first time that he'd taken away her sadness, but that was a long time ago, before Yvette had ever known she was capable of harboring so much inside of herself. Frankie had gone on to explain that Vinny could put himself int he most awful of places because emotions were self sustaining. She remembered him saying that if scientist could figure out how to harness emotions and turn them into energy then the world would never send another dollar on anything ever again, since emotion's weren't like a battery you could drain... they charged themselves up all on their own. So no matter how much Vincent took from her, it would only replace itself later. The part that scared her the most was truly, he'd taken so little from her and she could see on his face how much he was hurting.
Yvette lurched towards him, catching his arms again and hoping she could hold him steady. "Don't." she said, hurriedly. "Vincent please don't do this. It's not a pain you should have to hold inside yourself." At least, she didn't think so. What did she know? She'd never had to experience the hurt of someone else... seemed like torture, though, since it was miserable enough inside her own mind It was clear he was deeply affected by it already. "This kind of hurt was never made for you. Please don't, it's making you ill." She put a hand to his cheek, her brow creased in worry. "Let's lie down. Or do you need something to drink?" She thought what would make her heart feel better- she had to think of herself since he was feeling her pain. On impulse, Yvette leaned into Vincent and pressed her lips softly against his, thinking of the only thing that could really make her heart ache just a little less.
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Jan 30, 2016 18:26:40 GMT -6
Post by VINCENT BLACK on Jan 30, 2016 18:26:40 GMT -6
my love for you was bulletproof but you're the one who shot me hearing that giggle...seeing her smile...well, it warmed vincent's heart a bit. actually, a lot. it'd been so long since he'd seen the beauty of her smile, the very one that always made him melt. how he got so lucky as to have been able to spend a few years with someone as magnificent as her was truly beyond him. perhaps that's why his luck had been so bad prior to and after the time she was in his life...it was all in preparation for the few amazing years of happiness he would have with her. when he truly thought about it, it was worth it. because if he had to go back and choose a life without her, without the bad luck too, he wouldn't. no fucking way. but it wasn't just her smile that was stunning...it was everything about her. even seeing her sad and upset, as much as it killed him, he couldn't deny that she was still hauntingly exquisite in her somberness.
that small little laugh had caught him off guard, unaware he himself had a goofy smile plastered over his lips or the fact he'd been staring at her in silence a little too long. he shook his head to rid himself of his daze, focusing upon her words with his own half-assed laugh. "yeah, that's what scares me. bunch o' strangers wandering around my house. like sheesh, they're already lending out my bedroom to pretty girls. what's next?" god, it felt good to joke around - even if it was only temporary.
it was really no secret that vince wallowed in his own self pity on a regular basis. that was just something that came along with the guy. but that character flaw could be looked over when someone realized how genuine his heart was. he supposed that came from frankie's help in raising him, ensuring he always considered the world around him before others. it would have been selfish of him to ask yvette to stay, or even to be sad if she said she didn't want to but luckily for him, that wasn't the current predicament. but when and if she decided to leave again, he knew it wasn't in his heart to try to stop her. he'd been told by a handful of people, oliver included, that he was a fucking pushover and couldn't stand up for himself at all. while in some instances that was the case, mostly, it was his need to let people be free. as much as he wanted to chase yvette all those years ago, he couldn't hold her happiness back...which is just what he felt he'd be doing. that hadn't changed after all these years, he still felt as if he was the one to hold people back.
vincent's smile was nervous when she confirmed that he should stay, similar to the same awkward smiles he used to come up with when they first started hanging around one another. he felt like the unpopular kid at school who the most popular girl was now chatting with. they were certainly no strangers to one another, not in mind, body or soul...yet he was hit with deja vu. vince nodded in agreement, knowing how she felt. after seeing the movie with miles, he just wanted to crash but the excitement and worry of having yvette in the house was too much to allow him to sleep at this point. "if you change your mind, kick my butt out, kay?" the last thing he wanted to do was overstay his welcome...in his room.
what yvette didn't understand was that she had been a part of just the right family to do the forgiving. as much pain and hurt as he'd been in, because of this woman, he would never hold her responsible. he'd never outwardly blame her or be angry with her for the decisions she made. likewise, he knew his brother and sister-in-law well enough to know that they were just as forgiving as he himself was. he never saw the hurt inflicted by vette as intentional and therefore, he didn't see a reason to keep her out of his life. whenever a person's character came into question, he used oliver and his father for reference because truly, those were two of the worst human beings he knew. "it is true. you just gotta start believing it. no judgement here." and by no judgement, he meant no hard feelings. none at all. she still had a hold of every emotion of his and additionally, the heart which could never truly belong to anyone but her.
the sudden anger within yvette took him aback slightly, staring in disbelief as she demonstrated her supernatural attributes. he wanted to understand, which is why his eyes softened with guilt, but in a moment he took that back. in fact, the idea of jason harming a hair on v or her daughter was enough to get an uncommon rise from him. vinny would have given anything for what jason had - the once-in-a-lifetime woman and a wonderful little girl. but instead of appreciating it and treating them like the queens in his life, he apparently had taken advantage of his power and the situation. now of course, vince wasn't privy to the all the details, but he found it unacceptable all the same. forgetting that she'd previous mentioned he was dying, vince chimed in for a single moment of insensitivity, snapping back at her reaction. "any father who lays hand on his child or her mother is no father at all. that's not even a man...that's just a monster." and that was all he could say, realizing it wasn't his place to be so critical of her life. he just didn't want the blame to be upon her, not when he didn't think she deserved it. "i would know." he muttered after a moment, glancing away at the thought of his own wretched father. while damian never truly beat the children, the emotional abuse from afar was enough.
the idea of wrapping his arms around her wasn't even something he'd thought about; he just did it. and frankly, he would have done it for anyone in her situation, because that was the name of his game. there were countless situations where vincent had come across people in pain in his life and he'd always reached out to take that away from them. most of the time, however, it was a simple brush of the skin, rather than a full embrace he was offering vette now. she needed it though, that much was clear to him. he couldn't guarantee that it would last forever, or even until the next morning. frankly, he had to admit it probably wouldn't. when a person ensured this sort of pain, especially with a problem that presented itself reoccuringly, it was difficult to say how effective his abilities would be. but at least for the current moment, he could ease her pain. that was what was important to him.
emotions as strong as vette's were not something he had to deal with regularly. in fact, the only one he'd felt suffered to this extent was pandora in recent months and even with that, she wouldn't tell him why. being that it'd been such a strong pain for him, it caught him of guard, taking a toll on him. regardless, he was determined to take it all. eventually it would spread evenly throughout his body and be less of a shock but the initial blow was off-putting.
vincent glanced up at her as she came to stabilize him, managing to keep himself upright even though the pain was attacking every bit of him. it was almost worse than experiencing something physical because with this, it was heart-wrenching. he didn't give two shits about himself, however. he wanted more. she had it and he needed to free her from it, to take it all on himself so she could rest at ease. "and you should?" he shot back t her comment, convincing himself he could take it all. as her touch cradled his cheek, he leaned into it, glancing at her with somber eyes. the pain itself was affecting him but even more so was his own pain that arose in knowing this is what she was living with. vinny opened his mouth to tell her he wasn't finished, to beg her to let him keep on with it, but he was interrupted by her lips. he didn't fight it and of course never would. quite the opposite, he wrapped his arm around her petite waist, using her to support him as he drew her closer to him. with bodies touching, he continued to work his magic, though it felt a little less strenuous with the positiveness of the kiss, almost as if it was negating the agony. all he knew was that he didn't want that moment to end, returning her soft kiss with one of longing and passion. template by Margie @ Adoxography v2
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Mar 1, 2016 15:14:41 GMT -6
Post by YVETTE PENDERGHAST on Mar 1, 2016 15:14:41 GMT -6
I'm looking for a place to start... But everything feels so different now
In only a few minutes, they'd gone from walking on eggshells to joking with one another, talking about the people they loved with a familiarity that might have suggested she'd never really left. It hurt, but in a good way, knowing that her family was still here, just the same as they ever were and all the while they were ready to welcome her back with open arms. Yvette had never known a lovelier group of people in her life than the Black family, and she highly doubted she ever would again. They were a special unit, a one in a million family that held each other together with the strength of her love. That was all she had ever wanted for her daughter, for Cassidy, a good family to love her like this one did with each other. Where had she gone so wrong?
She could see his was still bashful in her presence, just as he always had been even at their most intimate. Vincent had always treated her like she was a queen, revering her with such an awe that had always surprised Yvette and made her want to cry from the sheer strength of his kindness. Never in her life had she done something to deserve his heart or even his attention, yet someone she'd stumbled into the family and fallen in love with the most genuinely good person. When after he spoke, she took both of his hands in hers, and said while shaking her head, "I would never." Despite having left him, Yvette would never cast him out in any way. it didn't matter the circumstance or the inconvenience, she would never send him away from her, especially not now. She needed him there with her, and as long as he was willing to stay, sh'd never protest.
The sheer emotion that tore at her at his next words had her closing her eyes for a second. She felt relief, because she understood what Vinny was saying to her... that she'd been forgiven, at least by him. It wasn't a kindness she was entitled to or even deserved, considering the awful state in which she'd left him all that time ago, but of course it was Vinny who gave her a peaceful forgiveness, a second chance. She hung her head in shame because that was the forefront emotion that hit her. "Hard to believe in miracles," she whispered, unable to look at him as the waves of everything she was feeling rolled over her. She felt like she was caught in a storm out at sea, turned about and twisted, in view of the harbor but afraid to latch on.
Yvette was taken aback by Vincent's equally passionate response, having only wavered just a moment in response to the lycan's anger. Her eyes glowed brightly as her body language momentarily angled away from him, an instinctual response. "How could you possibly know?" She bit back at him, knowing full well of their demonic father but also unable to see Jason in the same light. "How could you understand being infected with something that changes who you are? Something that only knows how to be wretched because you've never been taught him to tame it? He was so scared, Vince... scared of what it could do to him.. what it's done to him now." Her guilt surfaced again, thinking of how scared Jason had been in the beginning, when his temper first started flaring and he had no way of controlling himself. "He is rotting in a bed right now, dying, and I put him there." She took a deep breath in and let it out in a rush, trying to clear her head but to no avail. The shimmer in her eyes cooled down and she shook her head, adding, "If you see Jason as a monster, then you can't think much of me, can you? The woman who let him get away with it." And it was worse, so much worse, because there was still secrets Vince didn't know about.Well, one secret. Once very scary one, one she was ashamed of. How could he possibly forgive her if he knew it?
And then, of course, she kissed him. She kissed him because she wanted to, wanted to believe for just a moment that she could heal him just as well as he could heal her. She leaned against him, hands seizing his face as the tears of relief, guilt, and so many other overwhelming sensations rushed through and out of her. Yvette held him close to her, kissing him again and again with the passion she'd always had for him, wishing they could stay locked in that particular place without time pressing forward the way it's been known to do. For a moment, just a moment, she wanted him to relieve her of everything that had hurt her, every bruise and every memory that left it's own mark. For a moment she was desperate to unload the burden off of herself, wishing to feel as light as she had back when she'd been allowed to call Vince her own. She wanted him to take the paint of his soul and wipe her canvas clean. She wanted... she wanted...
"Enough!" V shouted, shoving him away from her. Undoubtedly, she felt much better than she had moments ago, but that in of itself came with a sickening feeling as she knew that he would be holding a guilt, a pain, a hatred he didn't deserve within the confines of his mind and heart. She sank to her knees, a hand covering her mouth and one holding her stomach as tears finally returned to her eyes. "Enough..." she said again, quieter now, pleading with him. Yvette hated that she didn't feel as awful as she had moment ago, but the lighter feeling in her chest left room for the courage she needed to tell him what he needed to know, what he deserved to know. On the floor, crying, she shook her head and said to him, "Please stop." Yvette finally focused her gaze back on the man she'd betrayed, the man she owed her happiest days to. Life had not been overly kind to her in her years, and she could understand the karmic effect of it all, but why had it been so cruel to him? What was the justice in that? Why was Vincent cursed in his life with people like Yvette, who would hurt him over and over and over again? "Not everyone is good like you, Vince. I'm not good like you are. Why cant you understand that?"
The tears that had poured down her face began to dry, though a few would still slip out here and there as she tried to keep her backbone in place, reminding herself that yes, he was hurting, but if she didn't tell Vincent the truth, she likely never would. Yvette was a coward in that way, wanting him to still love her despite the things she'd done... the things she'd failed to do. "I never told you because I was afraid. I never wanted to talk to you after I left because I just... I didn't want you to hurt anymore than you already were. I... I was a coward. And I'm sorry." Deep breath. Now or never. "When I left here... When I left, I was pregnant." There, the worst part of admitting it was over, and the rest came out in a rush now that she was past the part of no return. "I didn't know what to do. I'd chosen Jason and making it more complicated by bringing you back in the mix... I just didn't want to cause more pain to the two people I loved most in the world. So I kept it a secret, from you, from him. It worked for a while, but when I started showing..." Yvette looked down at her hands, unable to stand seeing his face, seeing whatever emotion would play across his features. "He was just so angry, Vince... so angry... I don't even think he knew how bad the damage was until he carried me into the hospital afterwards. He cried by my bedside for hours, I don't think I've ever seen him so distraught when they'd told him what he'd done, what I'd lost because of it. And then I was... it was just me. I was alone with my body until... Well, until Cassidy was conceived." Yvette drew her knees up to her chest, something she did quite often, and closed her eyes. "I'm so sorry, Vincent." .
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Mar 21, 2016 20:56:17 GMT -6
Post by VINCENT BLACK on Mar 21, 2016 20:56:17 GMT -6
my love for you was bulletproof but you're the one who shot me the entire thing was just a lot for vinny to process. there wasn't a day that went by that he didn't think about yvette. even when he'd been with delilah, he tried to devote his entire heart and love to her. while he'd managed to fool her, he couldn't fool his heart. v had always been the one that got away and for that reason, thoughts of her would never truly be abandoned. it was as if a piece of him went with her, forever belonging to the dark-haired beauty. even if she were to leave the very next morning, vincent would continue loving her and continue supporting her decisions. a part of him always wondered if he had the ability in him to chase after her but he simply couldn't. it wasn't fair of him, someone with such awful luck, to ruin another person's life. there was no point in trying to cage a bird that deserved to be free. but even if she continued to stomp on his heart, vince would continue to love and adore yvette. he'd never admit how much she'd hurt him but he'd also never admit that anything she did was okay with him. both of those things went without being said. after all, he tended to wear his heart on his sleeve.
a soft smile flitted over his lips at her works, nodding carefully. he'd go if she asked, plain and simple, but his heart begged her not to. even if they weren't together, vince reveled from being in her company. whether it was some sort of placebo effect or something real between them, vette always made him feel good. the back luck seemed to cease, or at least ease, in her presence and she brought about something in him that others couldn't. while frankie and miles were able to cheer him up, sadly, neither could provide the pure elation that this woman did. it was love plain and simple and cliche as hell...but at least he knew what it was. and he'd never tried to deny it, even as he watched it walk away.
as she muttered the bit about miracles, vince caught her gaze, speaking his own words with conviction. he hadn't even thought about them, they just came out. "i do." frankly, he didn't before he met her. but by some twist of fate, she came into his life without warning. she was warm and kind and just the breath of fresh air that he needed. and from there, life improved without any explanation. it was because of her, that much he knew. "i don't know if it's fate or karma or miracles...whatever it is, something's out there looking for us. cliche and unbelievable as it sounds, it will get better. has to. 'sides, you're not the one with the shit luck." he was and yet something in the universe kept providing him lucky opportunities with her.
"because that's all i ever saw my father as...a monster." his words were barely audible, enough just to break over her anger. yet he didn't get defensive, he just listened to her. "i don't know. i don't know what that's like. but i do know i wouldn't let my demons affect anyone else." again, his words were simple and without emotion, trying not to put any extra strain on the situation. vince did a fair job at keep his bad luck away from others but honestly, others had gotten in the crosshairs on occasion. he'd be lying if he said he hadn't contemplated taking his own life before. it was simply his ability to heal the pain of others which he found useful and a necessary talent to give the world. if at any point he became a danger to society, he'd fix that problem instantly. "i-i don't know what to say..." he finally admitted, not wanting to upset her more with his accusations or opinions. "but i don't think you're a monster." he reached up to brush her hair away from her face. "look at your beautiful daughter you've brought into this world...that you've cared for. would a monster do that? and frankie and cora...those two have the best asshole radar out there. no way they'd let you in our family if they thought you were awful." he'd never met the little girl but vince could only imagine how loved she must have felt with vette for a mother.
in the moment that their lips were locked, vincent felt nothing else but the passion between them. it had been so long and yet it felt like just yesterday in those few minutes. every emotion he'd ever managed to suppress came washing over him like a tidal wave, nearly knocking him off his feet. it was the mere physicality of the woman in his arms and the need to heal her that kept him upright. and if he were ever to die, he wished it would be right then and there...so that his last breaths would be spent sharing kisses with her.
but as with everything, all good things in vincent's life did eventually come to an end. the touching of their lips ceased as he found himself being shoved backward slightly. he stumbled a little with the overwhelming sensation that washed overhim but quickly regained his position to peer at her. it wasn't disappointment that watched her but rather confusion and heartache as she fell to her knees. his heart wouldn't allow him to be selfish enough to ache for himself; it ached for her pain. he'd only taken away a small sliver of it and it wasn't enough. again, he was failling her. "stop...vette....what are you talking about?" he knelt next to her in the carpet, reaching a hand up for her but it fell before it made it to her. "you are good. you're the best thing that ever happened to me. you're kind and beautiful...so what the hell are you talking about?" brow furrowed with confusion, trying to ease what he thought was just insecurity and not guilt.
he stopped his line of questioning as she began to explain. honestly, he had no idea the display of hurt he wore over his face or the confusion that accompanied it. "you were...i was going to be...what..." he sputtered out between breaths. but her continuation of the tale made him go silent. a part of him wished he didn't have to hear the rest of it. for a few seconds he was lost in his own thoughts, the words swirling around in his head. he couldn't even count the number of times he'd imagined having childre with yvette. that could have been an actual reality...if the second portion of her story hadn't existed to the timeline.
"you..." it was all he managed, choking on his own words. vince had spent so much time feeling the emotions of others...being able to decipher one from the other...but he couldn't figure out his own. longing and grief were first and foremost present but there was something else he didn't want to admit to. anger. for the first time in his entire life, he felt like he could hurt someone. and that someone was the bastard who'd not only hurt yvette but his unborn child. "stayed...with him...." he breathed out again, angry and tormented on the inside. he didn't think he was angry with her but honestly, he didn't know what was going on. breathing was difficult as was regular thought process as he tried to understand what was going on. his emotions had sparked with his luck and as he backed up toward the door, he ended up bumping into the wall instead. the replica lotr gimli axe that hung there fell, knicking his shoulder with the sharpened blade. honestly, he didn't even feel the wound that bled profusely through the shoulder of his shirt and down his arm. he couldn't feel anything. i so did not pull the axe thing from my own experience feelz
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Mar 28, 2016 1:16:39 GMT -6
Post by YVETTE PENDERGHAST on Mar 28, 2016 1:16:39 GMT -6
I'm looking for a place to start...
But everything feels so different now
Yvette used to believe in a lot more when she was younger. In God and in miracles, even in angels. As time went on, her faith in the magical parts of the world world diminished, and all she had let was what she knew, what she had left to see. She knew there were supernatural beings in the world, but they seemed rather lackluster not, just another being in the world full of odd creatures. She used to view the Black family as her own personal miracle until it became clear they were a good family she'd come to just bring an exuberant amount of trouble to. And as for a God... so far she'd heard nothing front he bug guy in the sky, and had received nothing in her life that made him seem remotely possible. Life was hard, and there were good people and bad people, and then when you're time was up, you're either left alone or turned into a demon. That's the way the world worked. She didn't have an explanation for everything, but it all seemed rather plain now. The only thing that really stood out among it all was Cassidy, her daughter. Yvette thought she knew love when she'd met Jason, and then again when she met Vincent, but nothing compared to the overwhelming adoration she had for her amazing little girl. Yvette smiled sadly and shrugged. "Guess I'm not." If it weren't for Vincent, she wouldn't believe in luck at all. It certainly didn't feel like that type of thing was on her side.
She hated that she was fighting with him, hated that the comparison he drew to her husband was of the man who hunted him for years and destroyed his life. Yvette knew the story well enough, remembered it clearly as if it had been told to her only yesterday, but she just couldn't see that as her own reality. Her husband had struggled endlessly with what he was and tried so hard not to become the man he had.... it had been a losing battle on every side. No one had gotten out unscathed, not even the goddamn family dog. Yvette had tried for years to keep her marriage and her family from falling into ruin, and in the end she hadn't been strong enough. In her own mind, there was no one to blame for that but herself. She couldn't find it in herself to hate or blame Jason for what he'd done, and of course there was no way in hell the situation could every reflect on her daughter. "Not all of us are as strong," she replied. Yvette believed him. believed that if Vincent were in the same situation Jason had been, it all might have turned out differently. He was the exception, though, to most things. Vincent was the closest thing to a miracle Yvette had ever seen, and that was saying something since she no longer believed in them. Her face crumpled into an expression of shame and she looked down, the kindness in his words almost causing her a physical pain. "There's a bruise on my daughter's neck that goes down her side and halfway up her arm. It was the most awful shade of black and purple when I last saw it.... and I let that happen. Frankie and Cora have been wrong before... I may not be an asshole, but I can't be much better than Jason."
For just a moment she allowed herself to be happy, tried to force herself to allow that to happen. For only a moment she was transferred back to when things hadn't been complicated or painful and kissing Vincent hadn't been the wrong thing to do. She allowed herself to feel for him the way she always had, the kind of love that never went away and never diminished even slightly. She allowed herself to forget that although he had indicated towards the idea he wasn't married to the wife she'd heard about, there had been no conformation of that fact. In the short time the kiss lasted, Yvette felt every bit of hurt lift from her body and soul, The descending reality was one she could ignore for only a little while, though. As much as she wanted to shy away from the truth of what was going on, it finally slammed down on her, crushing her inderneath it's enormous weight as her knees buckled and she sank to the floor. In only a few moments, Yvette had gone from fealing peaceful to more horrid than when the conversation had started. It made sense to her, though. Horrible people don't desrve the kind of happiness people like Vincent could provide. She certainly didn't deserve it, that was something Yvette believed wholeheartedly. "I'm not, I'm not," she said through her tears, shaking her head. Shw flinched away from him out of sheer instinct when he reached out to her, only uncoiling when he dropped his arm. The flinch had been from fear of being struck, but honestly she didn't want to be touched in that moment. He didn't understand.... everything Vincent believed her to be was a lie. She didn't deserve his kindness , his love or his generosity. It was time to set the record straight.
When finally the last bit of his words reached her, broken and separated as they were, it was more than what she expected. She could hear it in his voice, the anguish, the shock, the anger. She was willing to bet disgust was there in the mix too, but she couldn't be certain. There was little else that Yvette could have told him that was worse than her soon to be ex husband had killed Vincent's unborn child, and not only that, but she'd stayed with said husband after the incident, forgave him for it. Everything, the entire future Vincent and Yvette had talked about had been shattered by another man, and then handed to him on a silver platter, which had later on also been shattered. Trembling, she covered her mouth as she cried, tried to compose herself without much success. "Now you understand why-" She started to say through her tears, but her words were stopped when she'd opened her eyes and saw the blood on him. "Vince!" Yvette shot to her feet and reached out to him, then retracted, still unable to touch him. "Oh, Vince..." she bit her lip and then shook her head, trying to snap herself back together. "Cora keeps steri strips somewhere, just hold on a minute..." and without hesitation, she brushed past him to find the cupboard she remembered the medical supplies being in.
It was easy enough to find the things she needed- hydrogen peroxide, steri strips and a few other things just in case. She had a small handful of supplies when she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up, and she turned around to see Cassidy standing in the hallways looking inquisitively at her mother. Yvette was frozen for a moment before asking quietly, "Cassie, hun, what're doing up?" The girl shrugged and said, "Can't sleep. Momma, what are those for?" Yvette looked down at her hands, and looked at the supplies in confusion for a moment before finally managing, "Oh.... um.. Uncle Vinny hurt himself. I was going to patch him up. Sweetie, I know this is not really what we're used to, but-" She was going to plead with her daughter to go back to bed, but at the sound of an injury, the four year old had perked up and interrupted, saying, 'I can help, momma. Please?" Yvette knew Cassidy was on a kick to bandage everyone up, determined in the belief that one day she was going to grow up and be a doctor. She didn't doubt that part of that had to do with the fact that her momma was broken most of the time. After a moment's hesitation, Yvette nodded and the reached out to her daughter's hand, which Cassidy took, and they went back to Vincent's room.
When Yvette pushed the door back open, Cassidy proudly charged in and went straight up to Vincent. "Hi Uncle Vinny. I mean, hi sir. I'm doctor Cassie." The little girl said, and then looked at her mom and stuck her hands out for the bandages. "I'll help," Yvette murmed, and then looked at Vincent apologetically. "She want's to be a doctor," she said quietly as an explanation, and then avoided his gaze by looking at Cassidy. The little girl had sun kissed skin like her mother, same dark hair as well. In fact, for the most part, she looked like a miniature version of her mother with the exception of slightly thinner lips and instead of having dark brown eyes, Cassidy had bright blue ones that stood out against her features. The little girl would have looked like a perfect little doll if it weren't for the look of concentration of her face and the previously mentioned bruise that started on the middle of the left side of her neck and traveled down below the lines of her shirt, disappearing from there, though Yvette knew it extended much further. She watched Cassidy sort through her supplies and then look up at Vincent and asked, "Where does it hurt?"
Everywhere, Yvette thought. It hurts everywhere.
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May 17, 2016 22:48:08 GMT -6
Post by VINCENT BLACK on May 17, 2016 22:48:08 GMT -6
my love for you was bulletproof but you're the one who shot me vincent spent a whole helluva lot of time in his thoughts. it was the only thing he was convinced was true and real in his life. there was so much coming and going with people and whatnot that at least in his thoughts, there was some constant. unfortunately, that was also the place that formed his suicidal tendencies, sending him into a deep dark hole that he often had difficulty pulling himself out of. it was there he thought about pandora and oliver and their dad - what a fucked up family they all were. he thought of frankie and cora and how there was no possible way he could measure up to them in either the happiness or the success department. yvette had obviously taken up plenty of room in his head. sometimes he wondered about how things would be if he'd just been...better....for her. some of it was spent missing her. but mostly, it was just him remembering the way her face lit up when she smiled...the soft smell of her hair as his face was pressed against the back of her head...or the way her warm skin was soothing to him. it always faded though. what started off as a pleasant memory of her twisted into something dark and depressive, with himself to blame. just like with the other people of his thoughts, yvette was always someone who ended up making him sad. and he couldn't blame her for that. he shouldn't have been such a fuck up and maybe, just maybe, he could have still had her.
in that moment, with the crushing reality of everything he'd been told, vinny reverted back to the dark place in his mind. it started off pleasant for a moment, thinking what it would have been like to have a child with the woman he loved...to watch it grow in what he assumed would be their happy family...to see yvette wear motherhood well. but soon, it became twisted and dark. he thought of the danger that any child of his would be put in, what with his wretched luck and all. and soon enough, he'd convinced himself that he wasn't deserving of that at all. he was a fuck up and he didn't deserve nice things. the words played over and over in his head as he stared off into nothingness, merely bleeding without feeling.
even as vette brushed past him, he felt nothing but void. he could see nothing but blackness and heard nothing but the pounding of his own heart in his ears. it wasn't until the squeak of a small voice called out that vincent snapped back to reality with a jolt, glancing from the small child to yvette. he was disorientated by the events and even confused for a moment before his memory returned to him. he offered a worried look to the woman, unsure if having a kid around him was the safest thing. regardless, he smiled at cassidy. even in spite of what had just been confessed to him, he found happiness in the small gesture by the young girl. "it's okay." he mouthed to yvette with a wry smile. mostly, he didn't think he could bare being alone in his head so any company was fine by him. if he was left alone or took off into the night, it was a possibility he wouldn't survive. the urge to throw himself off a bridge was strong...
"well doctor cassidy, nice to meet you. i trust my life is in good hands with such a skilled doctor such as yourself." he smiled lightly, playing into the little game. he took a moment to study the girl and couldn't help but find his smile widening even further. not only did she have the fierceness of her mother behind her eyes, but the kindness of her too. from her lightly sunkissed skin to her dark hair, everything told him this was yvette's child. and if she grew up to be even half the woman her mother was, she would certainly be a treat for the world. "so what's the prognosis, will i make it?" he questioned at cassidy's look of concentration.
it was then he saw the bruise that formed on her neck, making its way down. brow furrowed with anger though he did his best to push it down and remain calm in front of his current company. "you're staying here." he stated with conviction to yvette. he couldn't live with himself if he let her, let alone a child, return to such an awful situation. the only person he'd ever wished dead, in his entire life, was his father. yet here he found himself, wishing for jason's death too....and that was something from the passive guy. "whaddya say, cassidy? would you like to stay here with your mom for a while? i make a pretty mean pillow fort." he'd move out of the house if it meant keeping them there for good...at least until they got back on their feet. he wasn't going to let her slip away into a dangerous situation. whether that meant being just friends or something else, that wasn't what was important to him now... amg so fucking awful, sorry template by Margie @ Adoxography v2
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May 21, 2016 17:43:35 GMT -6
Post by YVETTE PENDERGHAST on May 21, 2016 17:43:35 GMT -6
I'm looking for a place to start... But everything feels so different now
The small child was instantly charismatic towards her uncle. Yvette didn't know where the girl had gotten her charm- surely not from her mother. Yvette tended to by shy at first, mild and soft spoken on the whole. Her daughter, even at such a young age, was much more outgoing, instantly taking to people, just as people seemed to gravitate towards her. Actually, oddly enough, tat personality greatly reflected Jason's before he'd been turned into a wolf- he'd been so passionate and brilliant at their first meeting, keeping that postivity towards everyone he met. After becoming a wolf, that part of him began to dissipate and was replaced with a darkness no one had saw coming. Cassidy had never really had the opportunity to see her father like that, the charming man he was, so it surprised Yvette to see that she'd taken so much of that side of him. If Jason had ever done anything truly good for his daughter, it was bless her with her charm and charisma. It was hard for Yvette to give him credit beyond that when it came to raising their daughter.
She was relieved that Vince seemed alright with Cassidy in the room. It had made her nervous, bringing Cassie in right after dumping the giant bomb of 'she could have been yours'. Still, she could see the wariness in Vince's eyes dissolve into warmth, and Yvette's slowly began to relax, glad that the little girl had almost instantly won him over. She allowed the little girl to guide her into the room, gently holding her hand when they made their way to Cassie's new patient. "Hmmm," the little one frowned and looked closely at Vincent's gash when he got down to her level. She smiled widely when he asked her if he'd be alright, but she didn't answer him right away. Instead, she turned to her mom and whispered in the woman's ear, asking her mom to wipe up the blood for her, as she didn't want to touch it herself. Yvette smiled and nodded, "Yeah, I can do that." She fished out the cotton balls she had and doused them in hydrogen peroxide, saying to Vince, "Hold still, alright? This will sting a bit." And then she gently rubbed his face clean of the blood that had spread over him, some of which had rushed down his cheeks and also muddled into his eyebrows. It took several of the cotton balls to finish the job, as he had bleed quite a lot. Cassidy waited patiently for her mother to finish, her foot bouncing and her eyes peering through her mother's hands so she could see better. When the last of it was clean, Cassidy was already prepped with the butterfly bandages., reaching up to her uncles forehead. "I think you're gonna be okay, mister sir," Cassidy chirped, though her face still had a deep look of concentration as she applied the strips. Yvette chimed in gently, "Alright, Cassie, you're going to want to keep them just level he-" But she was cut off by her daughter's voice saying, "I know, mommy. I remember." And the words hit her like a whip. She'd forgotten that not only a month before, and possibly times before that, Cassidy had applied the same bandages onto her mother's skin after a row with Jason. Yvette suddenly retreated into herself, growing quiet, the shame swelling inside her once again. She took a breath and it didn't come steadily, and her hands shook ever so slightly. Yvette looked at her daughter and all she could think for a moment was how she'd failed the most perfect blessing she'd ever been given. It brought two feelings surging through her- she felt all of the pain of her failure, but in the same moment she also felt the determination to do better for her daughter. The rest of the mess didn't matter. Cassidy deserved a life of happiness, one where she didn't have to ever worry about being hurt in her own home. It was Yvette's responsibility to keep Cassidy safe... and she realized that now was the time to step up and be the mother her daughter deserved.
It was Vincent who snapped her out of her head. Her eyes focused on him and she nodded, taking a deep breath and warmth filling her heart as she did so. Those words, the invitation from him, knowing he was alright with her staying with them, was what she truly needed. Frankie and Coraline taking them into their home was one thing, but she would never have been able to stay if he didn't want her there. "Thank you," she murmured quietly, fighting the emotion in her voice. When he turned to Cassidy, who had just finished the last bandage, the girl lit up, nodding furiously. "Yes, yes yes!" She was vibrating with excitement at the notion, but it was quickly cut short with a yawn. Yvette brushed the tears from her eyes that had formed and emitted a soft laugh. "Alright, Kiddo, it's time to go to bed." She could tell there wasn't disagreement in her daughter's eyes, but when she went to take her hand, the Cassie protested. "No! I wan't uncle to tuck me in. Please?" Surprised, Yvette looked to Vincent curiously and shrugged. "I suppose if he's... alright with it. What do you say, Uncle Vinny?" Yvette, at this point, knew she was pushing boundaries with him, asking more than anyone ever should and maybe putting him in an awkward position. She would never fault him for backing out, but she also trusted him completely, and it warmed her heart that Cassidy seemed to think the same. Maybe it wasn't too late to still have a family.
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