[NRP] Quinn & Lirilei's Journal (200 views)
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Post by Jirachi's Wish on Feb 3, 2020 0:16:04 GMT -8
 TEEN | ADULTName: Quinn Meijur Gender: Male Pokemon: Shiny Snorlax/Shiny Lapras Hybrid Stage: Adult Player: Lirilei Artist: Orpheus Solon This journal belongs to Lirilei, don't post without permission. |
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Post by Lirilei on Feb 5, 2020 23:00:46 GMT -8
Updates:
8/4/2013 - Quinn mosey's into town
1/16/2018 - Quinn becomes an adult Quinn Meijur Name: Quinn Meijur PronunciationGender: Male Age: Adult Weight: Unknown. Scales break when he steps on them Height: Around 7 foot. Sexuality & Status: Gay. Engaged to Dream Heartbroken. Tentatively hopeful... Hair Color: Brown with green streaks Eye Color: Black Type(s): Water/Ice/Normal Moves Known:Nature: Likes: Chasing down the morons who run from the law. Dislikes: People who try to run from him. Personality: Generally easy going, polite
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Post by Lirilei on Feb 5, 2020 23:03:55 GMT -8
Miscellaneous: Family - Dream - baby daddy, sort of his boyfriend again Fayth - daughter Tropius - Father Gardevoir - Father Solange - His sorta sister in law Urban - His sorta brother in law Hawke - Bitey niece Casey - silent bitey nephew Friends - Muldoon Aatami Bethanne Foes - Plots -Possessions -
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Post by Lirilei on Feb 5, 2020 23:09:23 GMT -8
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Post by Lirilei on Jan 28, 2022 18:04:34 GMT -8
Plots
Dream/Quinn plotting with Moose: Dream becoming a model, then possibly transitioning to an actor...
Plot points: Dream pushing to succeed...Quinn feeling uncertain at to things, given Dreams new fame. That whole 'Why me....when he could have anyone?' etc... *lol*
Those damn "hollywood" rumors..."Model Dream found exiting work place in late hours of the morning, holding arms with unknown woman. Is he seeing someone else? Could this be a budding romance, or a winter fling?"
Those sort of things would eat at Quinn...especially while he's out doing his job and goes lengths of time with the two of them barely able to talk on the phone, let alone see one another...
When one's in town, the other isn't, and skype chats get cut off when other people enter the room, the whole can't talk to you, at a busines party, deal. Or 'Babe, now's not a good time, I'm trying to tail this guy...I'll call you back later though promise.'
...who knows it might bring about a change or three in Quinn. 'He's always around such good looking people...and look at me...I should work out more....cut out the junk entirely...get a different job that keeps me closer to home...' (and part of me went gives up bounty hunting, to become Dream's security heh)
Dream hanging out after work, feeling lonely even though so many people are around, and busting his ass so he can have a few days off just to cuddle with Quinn.
After a few months of almost no time together, he'd start thinking about that. Missing Dream like crazy, and realizing what's most important in life to him...and going from 'Meijur Bounty Hunting' to 'Meijur Personal Security' *snicker* and only for Dream at that!
It would definitely help bring them closer, after almost tearing them apart. Make them both realize what they want in their life and how to manage the shit they don't need. eventual more permanent sort of confession from Quinn.Quinn & Calcifer - Regaling her with bounty hunting stories
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Post by Lirilei on Jan 8, 2024 13:29:11 GMT -8
Wedding Bells!
(Solange & Urban tie the knot)
Solange & Dream
“It’s here! It’s here, it’s here!” Cordelia chimed, moving around the room with the speed of a Poke’mon herself. Her wild hair was pinned to her head for the first time in ages, but the more she bounced, the more tendrils escaped. “When you told me you were getting engaged to this guy, I was nervous, because I mean, whose more shady than Ur-“
“Cordelia, we need more pins.” Wendy smiled to her overactive daughter and watched as the young adult left the room. She stood tall and proud behind Solange, who was seated before the hotel’s vanity table. Several times she’d had to dab her eyes with the tissue currently hanging out of her dress pocket, but never so much as it would ruin her eye makeup. “Look up, dear, and turn to the left.”
Solange felt as if she couldn’t breathe. While Cordelia blathered on about this and that from the other room in the suite the women had booked, Solange felt as if she were in a tunnel. It really WAS here. Today was the day she would become Urban’s bride, and as cheerfully sunny the tropical beach was outside she couldn’t stop shaking.
“Do you know if Dream has his suit already? And Jayme, does he know to come here for pictures before we walk down?” Wendy waved to Cordelia, murmuring something about checking her phone for texts from the boys. “Ah, well, Dream’s on his way up to drop off the flowers. Do you want him to get you something to drink? Solange?” Wendy tapped the side of her face with a hand, an amused grin playing out on her face.
Solange shook her head and gave a tense laugh. “Sorry, nerves. Yeah, some kinda soda would be nice. And I think Dream told Jayme, so here’s hoping he didn’t mess this shit up.” Wendy smacked her shoulder, a little rougher than the last time. “What?”
“Language. You’re a bride today.” Wendy walked away to search for the jewelry box, leaving Solange alone to turn to the mirror.
Everything felt so surreal. With her hair pinned up, it felt as if everything was coming into place. Her makeup was soft, demure even, which gave a stark contrast to the risqué qualities of her dress. When she stood, the folds of the skirt danced across her legs onto the carpet, pooling around the jewelry that would serve in place for shoes today. Giving a little twirl, Solange felt herself loosen up when she looked at the mirror.
A wolf whistle from the doorway made her turn. Dream passed off a box of flowers to Wendy and sauntered over to Solange. His shorter hair made him look more boyish, and lighter, even. Though, most of it could be attributed to Quinn. “How do I look?”
“Like a Goddess.” Where once he might have been envious of Urban, he could only feel relief that Solange looked so happy. Dressed in white himself, they made quite the pair, though it wasn’t the woman before him that made his heart flutter. He turned to the mirror, and gave a huff, moving his hair around his forehead to cover the larger portions of bandaged wounds. Though, with ivory bandages on chocolate skin, he couldn’t do much. “I look like a hot mess. And this hot air is drying out my stitches. “ Passively, he passed his hand over his thighs, which were stiff and bandaged.
With a chuckle, Solange wrapped her arm around his and took the soda from his free hand, popped the top with her fang and took a long drink. “Chill, Casanova, you look sexy. No one’s supposed to be looking at you, anyway.”
“Does that mean they shouldn’t?” Dream laughed, and barely dodged a punch to the shoulder.
Urban, Jayme, Quinn, Cameron
Jayme, while he was Solange’s maid of honor, a position within the wedding that had absolutely floored him to be honest…was down with the guys getting dressed mostly because he himself was male, and Solange and the others were decidedly female. His dress was simple, so as not to upstage Solange, and he was currently fidgeting with the red sash on it to tighten it slightly. His hair hung loosely around his shoulders as was normal for him.
Cameron was helping Urban straighten his tie up a little the pair decked out in matching suits, complementing the dress Jayme was wearing, and he was teasing his best friend to help him relax. “Who’d have thought, you of all people settling down? If you’d asked me back when we dated if I thought you were the marrying type, I’d have laughed in your face you know that right?” There was a laugh from Urban as he swatted Cam’s hand from his throat. “What can I say? Sol completes me in ways I can’t describe, and I have grown up since we dated you know.” There was a nod from Cam then, and a smile. “This is true you have and I’m really happy for you man.” He clapped Urban on the shoulder and turned to Jayme who was looking a little nervous, the dress was much shorter than he was used to!
There was a knock on the door before it swung open, and there stood Quinn, who removed the hat he wore, before ducking into the room. All three sets of eyes turned to look at him, surprised by how nicely he cleaned up. "Well look at you. Who knew you could look so nice in that getup?" Urban chuckled at the tall teen, who like Dream was still slightly decked in bandages and such. “Ready to hit the beach? It’s about time.” Urban gave a nod and a smile. “Got the rings Cam?” “Right here.” Jayme eased to his feet, and accepted the flowers he would be carrying from Quinn, who extended an arm to him. “Come on gents, lets go.” Once back out of the room, Quinn redonned the cowboy hat he had on, standing out not only for his size, but his height and all, which was added to by his dress clothes. He cut an imposing figure!
Jayme waited at the spot he was supposed to, for Solange so he could walk out ahead of her, and Quinn stood there waiting for Dream, so they could go out together, while Urban and Cam stepped from the hotel and out onto the beach, the area designated for their wedding was cordoned off, and there stood a priest waiting for them. Urban and Cam stood there waiting, eyes fixed on the stretch of beach Solange would have to walk down.
Solange & Dream
Wendy and Cordelia were the first to descend the steps to where the boys waited. While their eyes and complexions were similar, Cordelia’s violet hair set her apart from her mother’s strawberry blonde. The older of the two sucked in a deep breath, and moved in to give first Jayme, then Quinn a hug. “You boys look amazing. Jayme, you are an absolute peach, and Quinn…well, I know why my Dream picked you.” She chuckled when her daughter tapped her arm playfully. “I’ll want to talk with you after the ceremony, just to make sure you’re good for my boy.”
With those words spoken, the stepped to the side, allowing for Dream to follow down next. He popped his labels, coming down the steps with an stiffer, but languid stride and a charmingly white smile. Seeing his trainer so close to Quinn reminded him that the two had yet to be properly introduced, and for a moment he felt his heart clench. She wouldn’t have said anything too embarrassing, right? Right?...Internally he began to weep. He moved close to Quinn, scanning the larger boy with appreciating eyes before leaning in. “Keep the hat on later.”
Last to descend was Solange. Her bare feet felt odd on the pavement, as did the exposed garter on her leg. In her ears were large, diamond earrings and around her neck sat a necklace she could care less to wear again. She smiled nervously to the assembly, clutching her crimson bouquet to her chest. When she saw Jayme a bright smile spread to her face. “Oh my God, Jayme…” She couldn’t help it; she hugged him, and hugged him tight. “I’m so glad you’re here. I don’t know where I would be without you.” Pulling back, she turned to see Quinn, widening her eyes at the enormity of him. She cast a quick look to Dream as if to say ‘not bad’ before getting caught by Wendy.
“Pictures will have to wait for later, dear; we’re needed on the beach now.”
Urban, Jayme, Quinn, Cameron
Quinn was gracious and hugged Dream and Solange’s trainer/mom back, a warm smile on his face. “It would be my pleasure to sit and talk with you later ma’am.” Yes, this one did know how to be polite when the situation called for it, and he could see it did.
With Dream coming up to him Quinn bent, and brushed a soft kiss to his cheek and a low whispered “Be my pleasure to leave the hate on Darlin’” before he straightened and offered his elbow to Dream, just because he wanted to, a bright smile on his face as he leaned in to hug Sol gently, turning to look at Dream again. It might’ve been her big day, but the big guy had eyes for no one but the Ninetails beside him.
Jayme for his part hugged Solange back tightly, tears in his eyes. “I’m so happy for you Solange! Who knew a blind date between us, would turn into yours and Urban’s wedding!” it was amazing, he actually squealed in delight at this idea, he stepping back to look at her. “Urban was a smart man asking you to marry him. I’m so happy I had a part in you two meeting.” He beamed at his best friend and held out her flowers then. “Also, I worked on a special surprise for your guy’s first dance…and you will be dancing!” Quinn was amused by the forceful tone Jayme had in that instance, and his assessment of the usually quiet teen changed a little, and he couldn’t help but chuckle, winking at Dream. It had only been a short time since their accident, and he was glad they were in such a beautiful place to have this wedding, it would give them a chance to relax and spend some restful, happy time together. “C’mon Darlin, we need to head out to the sand now. I have a chair sitting there for you so you can rest if you need.” He was of course still worried about Dream, and wasn’t about to let him suffer standing if he had to sit. His own bandages were more hidden, and even the sling he was in for his still mending arm was mostly hidden beneath his jacket. He was just glad the potions that had been used had healed it so well!
“I have the cameras sitting out there ready to go for plenty of photos after…and I do mean plenty.” Quinn had helped Cam set them up not too long before! Holding the door open for Cordelia, and Dream his good hand then coming to rest lightly on his lower back as the door swung shut, and Jayme couldn’t help the wistful sort of sigh from him. “Dream is sure lucky to have a guy who cares about him so much. I’m glad your both so happy.” He beamed again, knowing it was about time for him to lead the way.
Solange & Dream
Dream couldn’t keep the smile off his face. He felt his cheeks warm as that same smile took on a devious grin, and a part of him felt it all come full circle when Quinn not only hugged his mom, but Sol as well. With his arm looked in the larger boys, he gave a squeeze, standing as tall and proud as the sun itself.
The bride to be couldn’t look Jayme in the eye, or else she might start tearing up herself! “Crazy shit, huh?” She held onto his hands for a while, unable to let him go even as he pulled back. “A part? Jayme, you’re the reason why I put him with him to begin with! Without you, I wouldn’t have gotten to know him at all. You should go into matchmaking.” Solange held her flowers up as a sassy guard, taken a back by Jayme’s forceful tone, even as Dream snickered. “You know I have two left feet…”
“It’s true. She’ll…she’ll…yeah, no, go ahead and dance.” Every word that Dream spoke was met with an intensely deepening glare from Wendy, and when he finally zipped up she gave him a pleasant smile. No matter how old they got, Momma still ruled the roost! Dream, however, had his attention turn to Quinn and all sarcastic comments went out the window. “Thanks. Hopefully I won’t need it, but I’ll keep an eye on it.” The one he was more worried about was Quinn, but out of the two he wasn’t going to be the one trying to keep up an appearance at the alter.
Wendy gave a deep sigh. “Oh thank goodness. I was worried we wouldn’t have any.” With her hand clenched in her daughters, she gave Cordelia a hug and let her walk out with her ‘brother’ and his boyfriend.
“Lucky doesn’t begin to cover it. I have no idea how he found that guy, or how he managed to tame him, but I’m glad.” She leaned in to give Jayme a chaste kiss on the cheek. “And someday soon you’ll be the luckiest of us all.”
Urban, Jayme, Quinn, Cameron
Jayme couldn’t keep the soft blush from his face at Sol’s words , a smile on his face as he squeezed her hands. “Well, I’m glad I could help you out I really, really am. You two are perfect together.” That’s just how he saw the two of them! “Urban dances very well, I bet he’ll make sure your two left feet don’t trip you both up.” He laughed softly and winked then. It was amazing what the change of scenery for a home life and work was doing for the teen. He was opening up and loosening up so much lately, even despite the issue at the hot springs not too long ago.
“Well if you do, you do. I plan on having a dance with you as well Darlin’, just a slow one. Be nice to have you close to me out on the sand like that.” Quinn’s words drawled out slowly, a smile on his face as they crossed the sand, and moved into sight of Cameron and Urban, the latter looking nervous and an amused Cam merely going “Breathe man, breathe….”
“Oh you never heard? I guess Zevian decided to be himself…and hired Quinn to track down Dream, made it out like Dream had stolen stuff from him. Which, he hadn’t. Quinn realized the truth, and let Dream go and drove him home. You know he’s a bounty hunter right?” Jayme couldn’t help a low chuckle then, shaking his head. It was amazing that it was all thanks to Zev, that Dream and Quinn had met and were now dating. He shook his head lightly at Sol’s words, a smile given. “Hard to say. Maybe. For now, we need to focus on you and your day.” That said he turned then and began to walk out on the sand, the sun slowly lowering over the water behind the trio standing at the alter.
Solange & Dream
“I wouldn’t mind a slow dance, but don’t skip out on boogying just because of me. I’d like to see you get low.” Dream squeezed his hand before branching off to get in standing position beside Cam and Urban. “Looking good, Gentlemen. Tell me, Cam, how many times have you had to keep Urban on his feet? Any fainting scares?” He teased, hoping to keep the mood open and light. Though, his words faded out to a murmur when one of the priest’s attendants turned on music. Dream stood as straight as he could without putting too much pressure on his legs.
Solange, meanwhile, couldn’t keep from sputtering. “What?!” She shrieked, then closed her mouth, ever more aware that music was beginning to play. She counted back from ten in her head, and tried to keep the little shit out of her mind for the moment. “We’re all going to have to have a little pow wow after the honeymoon. And next time you get intel like this, don’t leave a sistah in the dark!” She chuckled, and nudged Jayme forward.
As the last of the bridesmaids in lineup order, Cordelia was also the last to walk up. As a last minute touch of her own, she pulled petals from a hidden pouch inside of her own mini-bouquet to line the walkway for Solange, smiling boldly at the boys as she went. When she took her spot it wasn’t without a little twirl, her dress coming to a flurried rest around her knees as she came to a rest next to Jayme.
When all was said and done, Solange was taken in arm by Wendy, and to a softer, more tropical version of the wedding march, the two began their descent down the sand.
Urban, Jayme, Quinn, Cameron
Quinn grinned at Dream and kissed his cheek before he broke away to go stand up with Cam and Urban, his way of saying ‘we’ll see’ before he stood off to a side waiting for Solange and her ‘mom’ to come down the sandy aisle. He smiled seeing the flower petals finding them a nice touch. Cam couldn’t help a snicker. “None, amazingly. He’s surprising me honestly.” Urban grumbled good naturedly, before the music started, and he grew silent, watching intently.
Jayme was smiling so broadly, he thought his face would crack, he couldn’t get over the amazement his two favorite people were getting married to each other! When Solange came into view, he heard Urban stop breathing for a moment as he sucked in air and let out a low whistle. Turning to look at him, he could see the awed look in his eyes as Sol came down the aisle, and Jayme smiled a little bit brighter somehow.
Quinn stepped closer, waiting to take their mothers arm once she was done walking Solange down the aisle, and he’d even taken the precaution of having tissues on hand, in case. Urban walked forward to meet his bride, taking her hand from her mothers, and bent to kiss her moms cheek with a soft thank you, his eyes turning to Sol. “You look so damned beautiful…” the words were soft, and his eyes liquid. This, was worth all the bad shit lately!
Jayme shifted forward to take Sol’s flowers from her, and stepped back into line then, watching as the priest came closer and began to talk. He ignored the fact there were people gathering at the fringes of the cordoned off area watching, it was too beautiful a scene to deny others the pleasure of seeing.
“We’re gathered here today to join this Aggron, to this Houdoom in holy matrimony….”
Solange & Dream
Dream couldn’t believe it. Solange, his tomboy little ‘sister’ was getting married. This was the same girl he’d teased as a child because when she changed she looked so much like a boy that a girl down the street had asked her out! While the spirit remained, he saw none of that boyish charm. She was entirely a young woman now.
Solange walked as confidently as she felt. As soon as she set her eyes on Urban her nerves turned to awed excitement. He looked…he looked like those dorky princes in Cordelia’s movies, but a lot more dashing; a real, veritable version that she would be able to hold for an eternity. His whistle made her flush, even if it wasn’t visible on the darker tints in her skin.
Wendy wasn’t so easily composed. She was crying opening, and thankfully took a tissue from Quinn. She patted Urban’s hand as it lay clasped over Solange’s and smiled at the boy. Her new son. It was strange, to think of a Poke’mon her daughter had caught on the street, as having grown into a daughter and now a married one at that. She stepped to the side and took her seat on the front row.
Solange couldn’t breathe anymore than she could take her eyes off him. At his compliment she gave a breathless chuckle and wiped the happy tears from her eyes. As the priest went through the traditional words, she responded in kind, until it came to the part for her vows to be spoken; the vows she had made herself.
“I’m not a poet, so I can’t come up with anything fancy to say. I wanted to, but all I can say is the truth. When I first met you Urban, I fought you, and the love I felt for you. I didn’t want to give into it because I thought, out of all the guys in the world, you had to be the biggest jerk of them all, and there was no way I could give you a chance. I…” Solange choked and took a deep breath. “…I am SO glad I was wrong. You were the one who showed me there was more than meets the eye, that even though life can get insanely crazy at the drop of a hat that I would never be alone. I never thought in a million years that I would be lucky enough to find you. I will stand by your side, be your light in the dark, and I promise never to part ways angry. I love you, Urban, more than words can say, and I have never been happier than to stand by your side today.”
Urban, Jayme, Quinn, Cameron
Quinn kept the tissues coming for the woman at his side, one hand resting lightly on her shoulder in a gentle gesture of affection and all. Jayme was doing his best to keep his tears in check, but a few trickled down his cheeks quietly, and he wiped then away with the back of a hand, cheeks hurting from how brightly he was smiling.
Cam watched the ceremony, a warm smile on his face, though there was a strange…nagging feeling he couldn’t quite shake even as he pushed it to the furthest corner of his mind. No sense in dwelling on what he was sure was a forgotten memory and drive himself nuts in the process.
Urban raised a hand and brushed it lightly over Sol’s cheek a warmth in his eyes as his looked at her. “The moment I laid eyes on you, I knew I was hopelessly in love with you, and wanted to get to know you better, even if I didn’t go about it in the most eloquent of ways. If not for Jayme, I think that we’d never have reached this point. Without Jayme, I wouldn’t have gotten to meet my soul mate. I may not be perfect, and I know I swear like a sailor most times, but I promise to always do right by you, to love you the way you deserve to be loved, treated like the badass queen of my heart that you are, and above all, to never stop loving you for as long as my heart beats, and there’s a breath in my body , and even that isn’t long enough for me. I love you Solange, more than anything and I’m so very, very lucky to have you in my life.”
The priest smiled, and watched as Cam and Jayme came forth with the rings, Urban taking Solange’s from Cam, and gently sliding it onto Solange’s finger, pressing a kiss to the band as he finished, eyes shining bright and triumphant.
Behind them, the sun sank lower, kissing the water, and lending a magical air to it all. Quinn was sure to take plenty of pictures, even while playing wall/tissue dispenser, not wanting them to miss a moment being documented.
Solange & Dream
Wendy couldn’t thank Quinn enough. Though, for her, the one hand wasn’t doing it. At one point she wrapped her arms around the poor boy and cried openly, but happily. He was just so sweet and the whole thing was so…so…so touching! Cordelia was doing far better than her mother, and from the same pouch in her bouquet she offered Jayme a tissue of her own. Weddings.
Dream wasn’t tearing up. Arceus no, that would be too much! He was merely misting, and as the brother of the bride he was allowed to mist. With a quick hand he wiped away a little tear, and after much deliberation took a seat in the chair proffered by Quinn. His legs had begun to throb, and he didn’t want to push them.
Solange took Urban’s ring from Jayme and slipped it over Urban’s finger, her dark eyes slipping back up to look into his bright, baby blues. Even before the priest was able to fully vocalize the words, Solange threw her arms around Urban’s neck and was kissing him all out. With the sunset as her backdrop, she clung to him, not willing to miss a minute of it. This was her soulmate, her husband, her partner and lover. When she looked at him she saw the stars and the moon, and as she kissed him she felt as if she were touching starlight itself.
Urban, Jayme, Quinn, Cameron
Quinn was surprised by the arms around him and the woman clinging to him as he cried, but he let her do just that even as he continued to take pictures of the new bride and groom kissing against the sunset, a bright smile on his face, though he did notice Dream take a seat, and he worried about the other. Still, he was sitting which was good.
Jayme sniffled and gave Cordelia a smile of thanks as he took the tissue and dabbed at his eyes, Cameron breaking into a loud cheer as they were pronounced man and wife…and laughed as the priest corrected it to pokemon and wife…and looked puzzled at the proper term, finally just congratulating them on their union.
Jayme handed Cordelia the flowers then, still holding onto the tissues, and he moved to hug the pair, before he beamed and moved back out of the way, the sun sinking beneath the water and the rising moon his own backdrop as he began to sing for his two best friends.
“The day we met,
Frozen I held my breath
Right from the start
I knew that I'd found a home for my heart...
Beats fast
Colors and promises
How to be brave?
How can I love when I'm afraid to fall
But watching you stand alone?
All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow
One step closer..”
Urban pulled Solange close as Jayme started to sing, his heart near to bursting with happiness as he began to move across the sand with his new wife, lifting her up off the sand just enough that she was literally dancing on air as he moved. In this moment he looked less like a man who could break someone’s arm if they looked at her wrong, and more like the most awed man in existence.
Quinn walked Sol and Dream’s mother up to Cordelia then and gently handed her off, as well as the camera, and moved towards his boyfriends side, crouching down so he could look into his eyes. “How’re you feeling Darlin’?” words softly concerned as he brushed a short lock of hair from the others eyes.
Solange & Dream
Dream gave a loud whooping cheer, which was following by the little crowd of people on the edges of the roped off section. He kicked back in his chair, stretching his legs out as he gave a wolfish grin to the pair. Love like that wasn’t usually contained, and it wasn’t like it was being sheltered off right now, anyway! His grin turned almost Chesire when he looked at Quinn, all busy with his work with Wendy bawling next to him. Still, he was pleased when the woman finally let go to cheer as well. That kid, Jayme…Solange hadn’t been lying when she said he had the voice of an angel.
The bride herself laughed with mirth, swaying and moving as if she hadn’t a care in the world. In that moment, nothing else mattered, but Urban. With her best friend’s song to chase the sun, she kicked her feet into the air, breezy with Urban lifting her up and planted as many kisses on him as she could. Off beside her she could see that now it was Cordelia taking the photos, moving into spots and angles that showed her professionalism, all the while allowing the couple to own the sand.
Shifting his legs to accommodate Quinn, Dream gave into a little sigh and a sheepish frown. “Sore,” he moved to take Quinn’s lifted hand in his, and brought it to his lips for a kiss. “But I was promised a dance, and I intend to have it. ” Dream rose to stand, albeit unevenly.
Wendy came closer to Cam and now that her tears had been satisfied, she looked almost normal, despite the puffiness around her eyes. “Would you care to dance with an old woman?”
Urban, Jayme, Quinn, Cameron
Jayme continued to sing, providing music for the couple dancing, Quinn smiling and pressing a kiss to Dream’s bandaged head. “Well, we’ll take it easy out on the dance floor, then go and retire to our room so you can get some proper rest. We have a week here to enjoy ourselves after all, no sense in rushing things tonight.” Oh the variety of ways that could be taken.
For his part Cam smiled at Wendy, and took her hand in his own giving a bow. “It would be my pleasure to dance with the beautiful mother of the bride.” There was nothing but sincerity in his voice as he moved out onto the sand with her and began to dance, glad the wedding had gone off without a hitch, Jayme easily moving from one song to another, looking radiant in his own way as he swayed lightly in the background not wanting to take away from this moment.
Urban looked around at his new family, and he of all things brushed a tear from his eyes as he bent to kiss Solange again, a long, deep kiss before he was tugging the garter off her leg and launching it. Directly onto Quinn’s hat, a wolfish grin on his face. “Let your brother ponder that, oh sexy wife of mine.” His words rumbled softly as he kissed her again, everything but her fading to dull roar around him.
Solange & Dream
Dream moved with Quinn on the sand, leaning on the other more than he’d like, and yet, feeling safe in those same arms. “I like the way you think, sir.” He planned on making up for the winter lodge fiasco here, spending just as much time showing Quinn a good time as the other man would allow.
Cordelia flitted around the couples, taking paired shots as well as group settings with the fading sun to herald them into night. Wendy danced with Cam, showing a natural grace that showed a glimpse of the style that Dream had gotten his from. For once she was glad that her family was whole and happy, even if her eldest daughter hadn’t been able to make it. Now that the pair were hitched, there would be get together and parties, and looking at Quinn and Dream, maybe even another wedding in the future.
Solange covered her mouth to hide her laugh. Just the horrified look on Dream’s face was enough to have her snorting while she laughed, as much as she tried to diffuse it. “He’s your brother now too, oh dear husband. “ She grabbed him by the tie as they kissed, with the wind picking her train off the sand as the last embers of sunlight dropped behind the bad luck of yesterday, ringing in a new life of love, madness, chaos, and total bliss.
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Post by Lirilei on Jan 8, 2024 13:29:52 GMT -8
I decided when I was a mere pokemon that I wanted to be something great, be someone special. You see, my dads found my egg all alone, and decided to raise me as theirs. They couldn't have a child of their own. They're a Tropius and a Gardevoir...and well my Gardevoir dad lost an arm before I ever came around, and my Tropius one had lost most of his hearing. But they love each other, and wanted to complete their family. So finding my egg was perfect.
Dad….my Gardevoir one, made sure I was warm all the time my father said, keeping things piled around my egg, and sleeping curled close to me most the time. Father provided food for him and dad, and kept us all safe until I hatched, and apparently stunned them.
Of course they didn’t know what sort of pokemon I would be, and had been speculating the entire time, making guesses. I was in a huge egg, so they figured I’d be big even as a baby, but they didn’t expect me coming out looking like I did. They had both traveled a lot, and were able to piece together I looked like a Snorlax, and a Lapras, but it took them several more years to put together the fact I was a shiny of both species and something had mixed together in such a way to leave me looking like I did.
At first growing up, I didn’t like how I looked, other pokemon in the area were afraid of me but my parents loved me unconditionally and that helped me so much, especially once I changed even more. Looked less pokemon, and more humanoid. Fortunately, dad knew how to do certain things involving humanesque arms and legs and was able to teach me well enough even with his one arm.
Then father got sick when I was a kid and he almost died and it made dad worried because without my father, well he knew life would be harder on him. He had loved father for a long time, and to lose him would break his heart. It took awhile, but we got father better, and though he was weak for awhile he’s strong again.
It was hard sometimes, growing up with two fathers who were both pokemon and could only do so much to help me, but you know, I wouldn’t trade how I grew up for anything. It’s made family extremely important to me.
Quinn looked down at the words he’d written in his journal, a smile crossing his face. He hadn’t visited his parents in a few months, and he knew it was time to go see them again.
I wonder what Dream will think when I tell him about my parents. He’s never really asked me any questions about my family, or my life before he met me. Then again my life and his since we’ve met have been rather odd and hectic and it’s just not come up. I’m glad we have this week to get to know each other better. Yeah, I already told him I love him because that’s true. Despite how little I truly know about him…I understand how father felt about dad the first time he laid eyes on him… how he realized he was completely helpless to his feelings. I understand so well. I’m going to wait till Dream and I are both healed up before going to see them, and hopefully take him with me. I’d like them all to meet…for them to see who’s stolen away my heart so utterly…I think they’d approve of him because he makes me happy.
He flipped the book closed and looked over at the other teen sleeping in the shared bed of their hotel room, and gave a soft smile. Yes, he was head over heels for the other. There was no denying that.
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Post by Lirilei on Jan 8, 2024 13:31:16 GMT -8
Musings
(Memories. Current portion is set before the events in Wrong Turn.)
”Well you can’t operate a business without a last name kid, I’m telling you, that people want a last name to associate with a businessman. Especially one who’s a bounty hunter.”
He sighed at the redheaded woman sitting across the desk from him, looking relatively annoyed. “Like pokemon are born with names?” ”Look, it’s not the point. You can make up a last name you know. You’re a wild pokemon so I realize you have no trainer to take one from. So why don’t I help you?” “Really? You’d do that for me?” ”I’m getting too old to keep doing this shit kid, of course I’ll help you, because in the end you’re helping me. I remember the help you attempted to be when you really were a kid and with some training you’ll be a force to be reckoned with. Now, as for names…do you even have a first name?”
There was an embarrassed flush and he shook his head no, and got told not to worry, she’d help with that too. Over the next few months Sharla taught him everything she knew about being a bounty hunter, and practical lessons he needed for life. Such as reading, writing, driving, and other such skills.
After six months, he was ready for his first solo assignment, and he couldn’t thank Sharla enough. ”Hey don’t sweat it kid, I told you when you grew up to come look me up and I’d get you a job working for me.” “Yeah…it’ll be nice to have a job so I can help my parents out and all. They’re not getting any younger and I worry about them.” ”I hear ya there. Now, we’ll work together on some assignments, and before you know it, you’ll be ready to open up Quinn Meijur bail bonds, and work on your own.”
Quinn couldn’t help the broad grin at those words. Ever since he’d realized he was no longer the slightly over grown child he’d been when he first met Sharla, he’d been ecstatic. He’d wanted to be a bounty hunter for so long it was hard to keep calm in this moment!
He stood there looking himself over in the mirror, grinning at the reflection he saw staring back at him, at the sleek black clothing he had and slightly adjusted his tie. “You’re sure this isn’t over doing it Shar?” ”Trust me Quinn, you want to look as big and imposing as you possibly can to make the creeps think twice. Now, here is your permit to carry concealed, some guns and ammo…and outside is another present for you.”
Stepping outside Quinn was floored to see a huge black truck parked there waiting for him. ”You’ll need a way to haul their sorry asses in, and what better than your own truck?” “Sharla…this is too much.” ”I have money Quinn, and no one but myself to use it on, so trust me this isn’t enough. You just go out there and kick some ass alright?” Quinn hugged her back tightly and said he’d make her proud.
She was shot and killed two weeks later on an apprehension she’d insisted she could do with no issues. Quinn tracked her murderer down and hauled his ass in even as grief ate him up inside. It was his first lesson of being a bounty hunter. Those you care about could get hurt.
That lesson was a hard one, and one he vowed to never repeat….and so for years he closed himself off from others, refusing to get attached for anything more than an occasional one night stand. So when he got a pissed off looking cross dresser in his office wanting to have something done about a coworker, it was a professional air he took the job, and all pertinent information. Though looking at the information presented to him he began to suspect a lot of it was a fake and went into the job with a wary feeling.
That night, that one job changed his life in a way he couldn’t imagine not experiencing. It was the night he met Dream for the first time after all, and felt his heart come alive in those first thirty seconds of watching him. It was a strange feeling for the previously uncaring teen, who had even cut out his fathers for the most part. They couldn’t get hurt if he wasn’t around to get them hurt, was the way he saw it. So, visits happened a few times a year, and nothing more.
He was sure though, after meeting the other teen, that his life was sure to never be the same, no matter the end results of this meeting. It had happened for a reason, he just knew it.
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Quinn sat there in his office, musing over things before he realized the time. He was supposed to be picking Dream up so they could go on a little get away together, to get to know one another better and all. The thought brought a bright smile to his face as he got to his feet and locked up Meijur Bail bonds.
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Post by Lirilei on Jan 8, 2024 13:32:57 GMT -8
Growth Response “Dad! Dad look! I’ve grown even more! I’m taller than father now!” The young hybrid teen bounced around the Gardevoir in excitement, a broad smile on his face as he came to realize this fact. It was a fact that wasn’t lost on the Tropius either. <You’ve gotten quite big my son. Does this mean you plan to follow your heart to fulfill your dream?> There was a nod from the Laprax who couldn’t begin to contain his excitement. Though the reaction of his dad was enough to dim it some. The Gardevoir had turned from his son, a sigh coming from him as he did so. He didn’t want his boy to go into the human world, though he knew the teen didn’t fit in here in the wild anymore. “Dad…you know I’ll come visit you still. I’ve wanted to do this for so long, and who knows, maybe I can find a way to help you both while I’m there.” <<Don’t raise our hopes only to dash them. Just remember we love you…and don’t forget us while you’re following your dream.>> “How could I forget you guys dad? You have raised me to what I’ve become, and I want to make you both proud of me!” <<We have always been proud of you son. Never forget that fact.>> Gardevoir turned and wrapped his solitary arm around his son in a hug holding him close, Tropius coming closer and curling his neck around the pair to impart his own affections. <<Be safe out there son.>> “I’ll do my best dad. I love you both.” <<And we love you son.>> “I know you do.” <<We’ll be here waiting for you.>> “Take care of each other.” <<That’s not a reminder we need son, but we will.>> The Tropius moved away so that his love and his son could separate then, and the Gardevoir looked up at his tall son, and wiped away tears. <<Go…before I try to stop you.>> Quinn brushed a hand over his dads face, and patted his father on the leg before he gathered his things, and started out of the area they called their home. Before passing out of sight he paused to look back and saw his dad standing there leaning against his father, one of his giant leaves wrapped around him lightly holding him close to offer comfort to his mate as they watched their son leave home. It was a sight that was making it very difficult for the Laprax to leave the area, to leave his fathers but he knew he needed to leave, to follow his dream and become something. To do something with his life that would make a difference in not only his life but in the lives of the gardevoir and the tropius he called his parents. Finally, he raised a hand in farewell, and he turned to keep walking, biting back the fear of the unknown that was threatening to overwhelm him. This was frightening going off alone. 500 words |
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Post by Lirilei on Jan 8, 2024 13:34:30 GMT -8
TM's Galore!
(Quinn learns Heal Bell & Psychic)
Quinn knew that this vacation, while healing up was probably not the best time to learn a new move, but when the opportunity arose to be taught Heal Bell he jumped at it, after all when else might he have the opportunity to learn it? He had no clue, and so he had gone with the learning option in the long run. Dream was having breakfast with Wendy and Cordelia that morning, spending a little family time together, with Quinn having promised to meet them later for lunch. So, he had gone wandering around the hotel, and come across a pokemon trainer who had been teaching his Chimecho the move. After seeing Quinn’s interest in the training session they struck up a conversation, and discussed what the move was and what it did. The trainer, Russ handed over the TM for Quinn to use with a smile. “Hope it helps you out man.” Before taking a step back to let the teen fuss with it a bit, amused by his curiosity with it.
After a few moments, he grinned as he heard the ringing bell sounding in his head, and the knowledge of the move filling him. He tested it then, hearing the same soothing bell sound filling the air around him. Maybe…just maybe, it would help Dream heal a little bit better. He could hope anyhow, and he was. It was the main reason he wanted to learn it once he had discovered what the move was, and what it did. Anything to help Dream he figured. But it was a nice, soothing noise anyhow, and who knew if it wouldn’t come in handy later.
“Thanks, I really appreciate it.” “No worries. I have a few other TM’s if they’re of interest to you.” “Seriously?” “Sure, here lets see…I have Frustration. Oh but you don’t have a trainer. Lets see..there’s also Torment.” “Not one I can learn.” “Darn. I have a few more. How about Grass Knot?” “’fraid not.” “Psychic?” “Yes!” That TM was handed over as well, and once again after a few moments of fiddling there was the knowledge of knowing the new move, and a grin crossed his face as he handed it back. “Again, thank you. I wish I had some TM’s on me to share in return.” “Oh it’s okay, glad I could help you out! Come on Chimecho, lets go!”
Quinn watched the man walk off, and he did the same, deciding to go and relax by the pool for a bit till it was time for him to clean up for lunch. Two moves learned in a day was enough work for him! Time for some relaxation! That and really, he was probably pressing his luck as far as this all went. Last thing he wanted was Dream to find out he had been training and not relaxing. No sense in pissing off the Ninetails he figured! He was just lucky the trio were still eating breakfast and hadn't come out to see him talking with the trainer and all. He'd tell Dream later. Probably.
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Post by Lirilei on Jan 8, 2024 13:34:47 GMT -8
Skinny Dipping
(Six friends, some booze and the water. What could go wrong?)
Solange/Dream:
The twilight of the day heralded the passageway for the group. Dream led the way, his head held high as he walked with a torch that almost resembled a staff itself. Mankey howls scattered themselves through the trees, blending in with the tropical environment like the wind itself. He was dressed as casually as he was ever likely to get; a pair of loose swimming trunks and an open zip up short sleeved hoodie. Devoid of shoes, he walked easily over the smooth stones of the path, and across the little swinging bridge that covered the cove below.
He’d heard the hotel staff talking about it earlier in whispers, hoping to keep it secret from the tourists. Luckily for them it wasn’t as run down as the staff had made it seem! Just a little nook out in on its own, with a smooth current, and plenty of handmade benches to sit around a fire pit. It was easily the most beautiful thing he’d seen the entire trip, ranking right next to the ceremony itself.
Solange walked behind him, coming around to stare at the water as the moon glinted off the waves. When she turned Dream already had the wood prepped for the fire, and with a well aimed breath Solange had the fire started. She’d had enough sense to wear a swimsuit under her t-shirt and shorts, but there was no way she was getting in that water.
“Good call, Dream. This place is awesome.”
“Yeah, well, I have skills.” He grinned.
Urban/Cam/Jayme/Quinn:
Quinn had been filled in somewhat on what was on the agenda for the evening, and he was fine with it. A nice way to spend a calm, enjoyable evening and getting to know everyone better, it was not a bad thing in the slightest. Urban for his part had grinned and vanished for a short time with Cameron, the pair coming back with a variety of alcoholic drinks for their enjoyment that evening.
Jayme had tried to avoid going, but Urban was having none of it and insisted the teen throw on a bathing suit, and join them. So he had, and was now somewhat clutching a towel to himself. He was wearing so little, it was embarrassing to him! He was used to being far more covered! Cam took in the surroundings as they walked, listening to the sounds around them, and relaxed. He was enjoying the vacation here relaxing fully for the first time since his accident. He plodded along with the group wearing a pair of old frayed jean shorts, a towel looped around his neck showing off the variety of tattoos and piercings he had on his body…and the muscles from his years of martial arts. He was almost as intimidating as Urban in that respect, though the Aggron was of course much bigger. Quinn brought up the rear, carrying a few extra things for everyone, and coming into the area just as Solange lit the fire up. “Nice. Looks like a good place to kick back and enjoy.” “Good, now who wants a drink?” Urban piped up as he set things down in easy reach and snagged one holding it to Solange.
Solange/Dream:
Solange popped the tab with her fangs and spat it near the fire so she’d remember to pick it up later. After getting herself a hearty drink, she settled herself on one of the benches, crossing her legs underneath herself. “This is sooo good. I don’t think I’ve had any of it before. Want a taste, Dream?”
“I’ll pass. It looks like piss to me, and smells even worse.” He dug his toes into the sand and wiggled them. This was his kind of winter! No snow, no cold nights; just sun, sun, and more sun! Well, not now, but the sand was still warm from earlier, and with the fire burning beside him he was able to relax in its glow.
“Come on, I triple dog dare you to try it.” Solange scooted closer to him, holding the bottle out before him, despite the look on his face. “One drink.”
“Fine.” Dream took the bottle, then smirked like a Chesire. “If I have to drink this shit, you’re going for a swim – nude!” And to seal the deal, he gave the beer bottle a swirl like one would a Champagne flute and tossed it back.
Upon which he started to immediately gag and choke. So much for dignity.
Urban/Cam/Jayme/Quinn:
Urban grabbed another bottle for himself and popped the cap tossing it along with Solange’s and grinned at Jayme. “Hey kiddo, try a sip.” Jayme was currently watching Dream choke on his and looked up at Urban with wide eyes, trying to figure out just how to turn him down. “It’s that or you join in on the nude swim thing.” Urban teased, watching Jayme look like a Deerling in headlights as he took the bottle and took a tentative drink, and coughed a little, but took a slightly better pull the second time, handing it back with a look on his face. “That’s…ew. How do you drink that?”
Urban grabbed another and tossed it to Cam who he knew normally didn’t drink, but had apparently opted to do so and watched as he pocketed the cap and settled on a bench to drink while Quinn patted Dream on the back. “You alright there?” a soft concerned note from him. “Beer, Quinn?” the hybrid teen shrugged and snagged the bottle from Dream and took a sip while Urban handed Solange a new one. “So, you’re going into the water naked huh babe?” oh look at him grin at his wife.
Solange/Dream:
Solange grinned, watching as both her brother and best friend had similar reactions over one of her new favorite drinks. Come to think of it, she’d never seen either one drink, so while she felt a little bad about pressuring them, it was still amusing as hell. “Ya don’t savor it, ya just drink it.” Leading by example, she took the bottle new bottle from her husband, popped it open, and knocked it back before sitting the empty bottle in the sand.
“No, that stuff is…” Dream shuddered, and curled his nose up. What kind of poison had he just put in his body?! “I can still taste that junk.” His ears stood straight on end, with the fur of his tails copying the action.
“I’m not going alone.” Solange retorted, and before anything could be said, she added, “I can’t swim, so someone’s gonna have to strip and come with.”
Urban/Cam/Jayme/Quinn:
Jayme was dismayed when Urban had him keep the bottle, and merely got his own and followed suit, and downed a good portion of his with little issue, grinning. “C’mon Cam, you going to strip and join us in the water.” The Zebstrika teen had finished most his bottle by that point and shrugged. Why not? “Yeah in a bit, you two try not to get too friendly in there huh?” a smirk given then.
Quinn couldn’t help a low chuckle at Dream and drank his own. Not his first time having beer though he didn’t have it very often. Still he handed it better than Jayme and Dream, though not as gracefully as the other three. “Skinny dipping, could be fun eh?” he winked at the Ninetails, then to Jayme. “What about you? Going to strip down and join us too?” there was a low chuckle at the near horrified squeak from Jayme at the question. “S’okay kid, you’re wearing less than usual. Keep the suit on and go hop in the water.” Jayme did so, the unwanted drink taken with and he sipped at it again tentatively wrinkling his nose as he got into the water. “Alright babe, lets get the strip show on the road.” Urban laughed and set the empty bottle down, and tugged off his shirt before grabbing another bottle.
Solange/Dream:
“No promises. It is our honeymoon, remember?” Solange grinned, shirking out of her t-shirt. Seeing Jayme panic got her to laugh while she slipped out of her shorts. “That’s right, Jayme’s stripped down enough as it is already! I can actually see a little thigh.” She winked. With a little hesitation and a deep breath, Solange unclasped the top of her bikini and tossed it on the sand, only to have her bottoms follow suit. A stray wind made her shiver, and the feel of her braid on her bare ass was odd. “Nut up or shut up, babe.” She stepped out into the surf, waiting for Urban before going any further. Water so wasn’t her thing! And being naked…it was…weird. She wasn’t embarrassed, much, but it was odd.
“You wanna give it a go?” Dream grabbed a different kind of drink, something in a flask and tried a bit of it, hoping it wouldn’t suck as much as the beer had. Except with this one, a long drink shouldn’t have been taken, as the burning in his gut was worse. He tried to hold it together better on this round, though. He nudged Quinn, and stood, shirking out of his shorts and top at the speed of light. “This is soooo much better!”
Urban/Cam/Jayme/Quinn:
Jayme was a nice shade of pink at Sol’s teasing comments, but glancing down it was really weird to see his legs exposed like this! He was covered sure what with the bathing suit he had on, and a festive little island sarong around his waist that did indeed show off a thigh. He pulled that off and set it down with his towel another drink…and face made…before the bottle was set down and he started for the water, settling in the shallow area.
Quinn watched in amusement as Dream grabbed a flask…whiskey or similar he was guessing. Though Dream suddenly ditching his shorts made him grin. Things were getting interesting! He took the flask and took a drink of it with a nod of approval and recapped it before his own shorts were off and he waded into the water with ease. Cam followed suit, pants tossed on the bench as he waded in, and out past the love bird. For being an electric type, he quite enjoyed the water. He gave a cursory glance of Urban, his body was no surprise. Dream also got a nice, long look and a smile before he glanced to Quinn. Such a size difference between that pair. . As he passed Sol, he couldn’t help an appreciative grin at her and Urban before ducking under to swim.
Solange/Dream:
If Jayme hadn’t been gay then that blind date so long ago may have turned out very differently. As it stood, Sol couldn’t help noticing how adorable he was, regardless of how nervous he was. If he thought he’d be looking long for someone to call his own, he was sorely mistaken!
Dream couldn’t take his eyes off Quinn for a moment, taking in the moment for what it was and followed him out in to the water. He saw the look from Cam, and returned it in like, giving him an appreciative smile. Being a fire type he had a natural adversion to water, but it wasn’t for the same reason as Solange. He could swim well enough, but once his tails were wet they weighed him down, as they were starting too now once he’d made it out to his hips.
Sol just watched for a moment as her own little flood of men descended upon the shore, until she noticed Cam, to which she became stunned and confused. She opened her mouth, closed it, and then looked at Urban. “What…what just happened?”
Urban/Cam/Jayme/Quinn:
Jayme was content to sit in the shallow water letting the warm waves wash over his feet and legs, staring hard at the water at all the others wading in utterly naked. Nope, this was not something he could to. A part of Quinn felt he ought to be jealous of Cam eying Dream but he wasn’t, seeing it wasn’t anything more than a quick, curious, but appreciative look…and that Sol got similar. It was actually a bit amusing to him at this point.
Quinn was floating all too easily in the water looking at home there naked in the water and he grinned at Dream. “Having issues there darlin’?” he could see him going in slowly. Urban turned to Sol and grinned. “Cam checked you out. What’s so weird about that?”
Solange/Dream:
Dream didn’t give a damn if everyone admired his jewels, all the better really, since that got all the questions out of the way. It wasn’t as if he cared, and when he got out to a spot where he could swim he gave a good shove off, closing in on Quinn as best he could, all the while trying to steer with his now submerged tails. “Nothing a little push can’t fix,” he laughed.
Solange padded out to her calves, more wary of the water than the guys themselves. “I thought he was into guys,” she whispered. “Not like it matters much, but shit, he’s got more secrets than James Bond.”
Urban/Cam/Jayme/Quinn:
Quinn looped an arm around Dream's waist and pulled him close, brushing hair from the others face. "A push? A ride? This is nothing for me after all, so you don't have to worry. Just hang on tight."
Urban laughed softly, watching Cam swimming some distance off and shook his head. "He swings both ways babe. Like me, like you. Like your brothers boy there if I went by the appraising looks he was giving you as well. Not nearly as lengthy as the ones Dream got, but enough to know he appreciates what you have." and here he laughed. "The only one of this groups I can say for certain likes guys is the kid. I don't even know if your brother is strictly into guys honestly. He charms women far too well though..."
Solange/Dream:
“Got’cha, big guy!” Dream saluted, wrapping his around Quinn’s neck, clinging to him like his tails were clinging to their legs. It was almost like seaweed, now that he thought about it. Some part of his brain would have panicked over the amount of seawater on them, but that part was kinda fuzzy right now.
Solange huffed a piece of hair away from her face, and rolled her eyes with a grin. “Yeah right. Dream I know likes guys. He charms girls, yeah, because he wants what they can give him.” Watching Cam swim with so much ease was odd. At times he wanted to do it too, but then again, she’d have to give into the water, and that just wasn’t happening. “So really, this is a bi-partison party?” Sol elbowed Urban, waggling her eyebrows.
Urban/Cam/Jayme/Quinn:
Quinn grinned at Dream then, and of all things pressed a light kiss to his lips holding the other close to himself enjoying the feel of nothing more than the water between them. “Now don’t let go…” and there he went, easily moving through the water even with one arm wrapped and holding the other close. The Lapras side of him showing now.
“Well I think he’s more interested in what Quinn may be able to give him.” An amused smirk from the Aggron was directed at the couple before he turned back to Sol, one hand copping a feel of her beneath the water. “Pretty much it is, which is more amusing than it ought to be.” He turned and saw Jayme settling back in the water his bottle in hand and making another face as he drank. “Can’t say the kids’ not willing to try new things…” and here he turned to Sol and grinned deviously. “I can think of a few new things. Too bad we have so many people watching.”
Solange/Dream:
Dream held Quinn’s face in a hand, and relished the kiss, even as random as it was. It wasn’t what he’d had planned for the evening, but it was definitely a nice change! And with a quieter yelp, he held onto Quinn, not used to this sort of fluidity in the water. It was…wonderful.
Solange elbowed him for real this time, aiming a little lower than usual, though not so low as she would damage anything. She might need those things for later! “That’s something I never thought I’d see…Jayme in a bathing suit AND drinking. I’m really rather touched.” Faking a sigh, she placed her hand upon her chest, then realized she was still naked, which made his comment all the more appropriate. “We could sneak off for a bit, I don’t think they’d mind. It is OUR honeymoon, so it’s not like it’d be rude.”
Urban/Cam/Jayme/Quinn:
The yelp brought an amused chuckle from Quinn as he moved through the water like one would walking on the street. With absolutely no issues. He was content to keep Dream held close and secure, fingers curling lightly over a bared hip bringing a smile to his face. “You look like you’re having fun.” It was nice to see!
“Kids’ loosened up a bit since going to that new club. Still shy and jumpy, but he’s branching out trying new things. I have hope for him.” Urban laughed as he was elbowed bending with a low ‘oof!’ as he straightened, the hand that was hidden under the water pinching her ass with a smirk. “I see a cropping of rocks over there. I bet we can find some sort of privacy there if we’re quiet.” And here he laughed. Quiet. Right.
Cam looked like he was moving back toward the beach, nearer to Jayme and settled in a way to keep hidden, but giving the other teen some company so he wasn’t all alone. It didn’t take long for Cam to convince Jayme to venture a little further into the water even if he looked nervous about it.
Solange/Dream:
“This is so cool! I can’t believe you can do this, Quinn.” Dream reached a hand down to trail on the water as the passed, pleased with the ripples it created. He moved his hand to slip it underneath the hand that rested on his hip, sliding against Quinn’s skin to rest on his lower back. “You know what? I bet you could swim forever and then we’ll just keep swimming forever like a sea of swimming.” Oh yeah, now that whiskey was kicking in.
Solange tried to give him a sharp look, but it melted. She couldn’t stay annoyed with him for long, not when he looked so damn good actin so mischievous. “Yeah, so, I guess that’s out of the picture.” She laughed. Seeing Jayme and Cam coming closer, she moved over to them, reaching out a hand for Jayme. “If it really bothers you, I can walk you back, but I am glad you came.”
Urban/Cam/Jayme/Quinn:
“That’s the Lapras in me Dream.” Quinn chuckled softly as he realized the whiskey was certainly kicking in on him, and nuzzled at his cheek softly. “I can swim a good long time though yes. We’ll swim for a bit, and head back to dry up and all….” The few sips he’d had wouldn’t hit him near as hard as they were Dream, and he thanked his size for that!
Urban grinned at her sweetly, pleased to have averted her wrath, such as it was, and had been leaning in to kiss her when she moved away towards Jayme, and he turned as well. “It’s not so bad here…not fond of the drink options, but trying wasn’t so bad. I don’t want to make you have to go so soon though. Cam said he’d come out here with me. I’m not going much deeper. “ not one step deeper! This was far enough! He took her hand and squeezed it softly, smiling at her warmly.
Solange/Dream:
Dream might have purred, if he'd been a feline of any kind. As it stood he snugged up to Quinn, dipping his fingers in the water like a child poking jello. "I wish I could swim like you." His words had a little slur to them. "All I do is sink and float. Like one of those fishing ball things." Oh man, it felt like he was on clouds!
Solange laughed as she side stepped Urban, ever so aware of what he'd been trying to get at. Maybe later, her eyes promised, but everything in her stance said the ride was closed. "I don't plan on going out much further, either. Fire types-" She started, then remembered the happy go lucky fox in the water right at that moment "-well, I don't mix with water. How about we go back to the fire instead for a drink and warm up?"
Urban/Cam/Jayme/Quinn:
"I could always teach you to swim you know. Wouldn't be hard to do once we're both up to the lessons. For now though I certainly don't mind keeping you close to me as I do all the work." he gave a low chuckle at how Dream was behaving, and knew the cause. Oh sure he'd had more to drink but there was more mass to himself. "Sexiest fishing lure I've ever seen..." and here he grinned.
Urban pressed a kiss to Sol's lips with a wink and slipped off into the water with Cam who had left Jayme's side so he could talk to Solange. Jayme gave her a relieved smile and nodded. "That sounds better. Though this isn't so bad." he looped his arm with his friends, a silly smile on his face. Proof that even if the taste was funny to him, it was helping him to relax!
Solange/Dream:
Dream guffawed and gave Quinn a playful, if not sloppy, punch to the shoulder. "I'm bringin' sexy fish, yeah!" He chortled, and shook his head. "I used ta be able ta swim, when I was a kid but then the tails got bigger and they weigh me doooowwwwwnnnnn."
Solange rolled her eyes at Urban with an amused smiled, looped her arm with Jayme's and walked him back to the warmth of the fire. The look on his face was absolutely priceless! If only she had a camera...but then, would she take it, knowing how embarrassed he'd be later? Nah, but it was fun to think about. "You sure I can't get you another one? Or something to chase it with?" She grinned.
Urban/Cam/Jayme/Quinn:
There was an amused smile from Quinn at the punch to his shoulder and he pressed a kiss to the top of the others head as he swam a little deeper, moved a little faster and kept Dream held securely. "Well don't worry Darlin' not about to let you sink while I'm around."
"Oh why not. There's nothing else to drink and I'm thirsty." he grabbed his towel and sat down by the fire slowly drying off, and he grinned a little. "So...you know how I went camping on my own awhile back? The time I got hurt I mean?" he combed his fingers through his hair thoughtfully. "I met someone..." and here he smiled a little brighter, blushing some. "He was so...so....dreamy...once I got over being scared of him." there was a soft sigh from Jayme and a quiet laugh. "He was afraid of me too amazingly.."
Solange/Dream:
Dream wasn't just content with that little kiss. He grasped hold of Quinn's face and planted a good one on him, holding him close as if he really were walking on air. "You should just stop swimming for a while and enjoy me. The water. Enjoy the water, but mostly me."
Solange dug around for two more bottles, and passed one off to Jayme before grabbing up her clothes. She dressed slowly, slipping back into the clothes themselves without any undergarments. What was the point in putting the swimsuit back on if she wasn't going to use it? "Oh? You didn't tell me about that." She settled down next to him and opened her bottle, sitting on the edge of her seat. "Wait, was he the one that hurt you, or did he help you?"
Urban/Cam/Jayme/Quinn:
Quinn rumbled in delight at the kiss from Dream and he held him as close as he dared, as tight as he dared and kissed him back almost feverishly. "The hell with the water. You're so much more enjoyable than it is." the words were husky against the others lips as he broke the kiss to speak....only to dive right back into it. This...this was very nice.
Jayme took it and got it open carefully with part of his towel and had just raised it to his mouth to drink when Sol asked if Endy had been the one to hurt him. Which caused it to go down wrong, and he to choke a moment. "Hurt me? No, he didn't hurt me. He helped me set up the tent, and all. Endy is so nice honestly. He's a Scyther." Jayme actually had a dreamy note to his voice.
Solange/Dream:
Dream held onto Quinn as tight as he possibly could have, and not because he was afraid of drowning. The taste, the scent - he couldn't get enough of him! And the whiskey tossed his inhibitions out the door. "Mmhmm." Yeah, yeah, whatever with words, this was kissin' time.
"Woah, kid, breathe!" Solange reached out to pat his back, on her feet at his side in an instant. When she saw back down it was closer so tha she could still rub it and help him out. "Oooh, well, that's a different story, huh? And a Scyther too. What's he look like? Is he the serious type, the sweetie - come on now, details."
Urban/Cam/Jayme/Quinn:
Quinn could have stayed like this all night, but he figured before long Dream would get sick of the water so even while still kissing, claiming the others mouth with his tongue he was swimming backwards, ignoring all sounds of Urban and Cam horsing around and splashing one another and just generally enjoying each others company.
Jayme was glad for the pat on his back and he got back to breathing just fine and he turned a nice shade of pink. "Well...he was taller than me....and he wore these really cool boots...I'd never seen boots like that...and he was strong..." and he set out to describe Endymion as much as he could. Before he lost his train of thought. "No one hurt me that night though you know...I had a nightmare and ran and I fell and got hurt. Someone else helped me back to my camp site. I don't know who I never saw them in the dark."
Solange/Dream:
Dream barely noticed that there were other people in the water, let alone people he might have wished never to see him acting the way he was. As it stood, he was clearly close to committing a very tantalizing act in the water at that moment, if Quinn would just stop moving around so much.
Solange smiled and took another drink. "It's always nice to have someone taller than you, huh?" Her eyes drifted out to the water at her husband and his tomfoolery. She listened to his description, feeling more and more like she really wanted to meet the guy who had left such an impression on Jayme. "Well, so long as you're okay and whole that's what matters most to me. Maybe I should call Endy up, see what kind of man he is, just to make sure he's good enough to even be talking to you."
Urban/Cam/Jayme/Quinn:
Quinn could feel an almost desperate edge to Dream, and he didn't want anything more than what was happening now, to happen like this. Dream was drunk and Quinn did not want him forgetting...or worse yet regretting. "Lets go somewhere a little less watery...put us on some even footing." it was a start.
"It is though I'm not very tall anyhow." which didn't bother him any. Though there was a wry smile and shake of his head. "Endy will be hard to contact. Even for me. I told him I wanted to keep in touch and all, but he doesn't like crowds, or people....so I don't know if I'll ever see him again honestly." and there a despondent sigh as he took another drink. "But it's okay. It's nice to know there's someone out there I can like. Even if I probably won't ever see him again."
Solange/Dream:
Sounds good to me." Dream laughed. He nipped at Quinn's lower lip, and nuzzled his cheek with his own. The sooner the got on the land the sooner he could do whatever it was that his body wanted him to do.
Solange frowned, and shook her head. "Don't say that like it won't ever happen. If you want to see him again, it'll happen, whether he wants it to or not." She teased, hoping to lighten up the mood a bit. "And who knows? Maybe he's trying to find you right now and you're stuck on the beach with a bunch of nudists."
Urban/Cam/Jayme/Quinn:
Quinn continued to walk backwards keeping Dream held close, hand stroking down over bare skin with a content sigh from him. "Want to head back to our room?" it would give Dream a little time to sober up if they did.
"I hope you're right. I'd like to see him again..." and he blushed again. "I kissed him...well on the cheek..." he took another hasty drink. He was still surprised he'd done that honestly! Though he couldn't help a laugh. "I have seen more bare skin tonight...than I have ever seen before." he blushed again some. "I wish I wasn't so shy sometimes."
Solange/Dream:
"Yep, that's what I want. Just you and me." The closer they came to land, the more his tails began to surface and even in water he normally would have been able to walk in he couldn't even began to move. Not only was the weight of wet tails dragging on him, but the whiskey as well.
"Woo hoo, Jayme!" Solange cried, wrapping her arm around his with a huge grin. "That's a huge step! He'll have to come back for more after that." Oh yeah, embarrassing friend moment was a go! "Hey, it's okay to be shy. I was the first time I was around any naked person, but I'm just really desensitized to it now. It just means you haven't had as much experience with it, which is so totally not a bad thing."
Urban/Cam/Jayme/Quinn:
"Then just you and me it'll be Darlin. But we'll have to get our shorts back on. Can't go back totally naked." he laughed softly and stepped up onto dry land, feeling the air on damp skin, noticing the sluggishness of the others movements. "Want me to carry you?" it wasn't a life or death situation after all. He couldn't help a sudden laugh at the "Hey Dream, nice ass!" from the water and the deep chuckle from Urban. It was so him.
Jayme blushed deeper but laughed. "It was just a sudden thing...but it felt nice. Different." but very nice. "You get used to being around naked people? How did you get used to it?" he glanced towards the water and blushed furiously at Dream and Quinn standing there naked and kissing and quickly looked away. He'd been trying to look out at the water, not them! "With Urban? Or?"
Solange/Dream:
Dream actually frowned, and made an 'awww' noise, while he tried to pick up his feet. "I gots it, see?" He stumbled, but he was walking, all nine tails dragging the sand behind him. It took him a full moment to register where it came from, and Dream turned around to Urban, "Thank you!" he waved an arm and almost fell over. "Okay, so where's the shorts? And where's Urbans? I wanna make sure a Mankey gets them and runs off with em."
"I work in a strip club, so I'm surrounded by it all the time." Even if she did serve drinks, it was hard to miss the gyrating naked bodies she was surrounded with day after day. She turned to notice the scene as well, and gave a wolf whistle before returning back to the conversation. "Urban helped, though." She grinned, a little flush to her cheeks as well.
Urban/Cam/Jayme/Quinn:
He was too damned adorable behaving as he was and it brought a laugh from Quinn even as his arm wrapped around Dream as he nearly toppled. "His are over by the fire. Good luck getting them away from Sol." he snickered and found his and Dream's and held the others out. "Here you go Darlin' in you go."
"Oh well this does make sense..." he hadn't seen that portion of the clubs yet and had no desire to either. Jayme giggled some at Sol's reaction. "I bet he did...I bet he did." he wiggled his eyebrows a moment and snickered before setting down his drink. He was feeling very fuzzy now.
Solange/Dream:
“I’ll get ‘em, just watch me.” His words were very slurred now, as were his movements, but his determination was clear. Steal Urban’s pants and burn them! Wait, when did the plan change? “In I got like vertigooo.” Dream slipped into his shorts as best he could, stumbling over the left pants leg when he couldn’t find the right hole to put his foot in.
Solange nearly choked on her own drink, and had to give a hearty laugh. She was so not expecting that one! “Jayme, you cad.” She couldn’t stop laughing, and it was just kept up when she saw Dream bumbling about. She made the mistake of making eye contact, and tried to look away, but he got to her first.
“Where are they?” Dream put his hands on either side of her on the bench. “Where’z the shorts?”
Solange looked up at Quinn, mouthing ‘what the fuck?’ before turning to Dream. “Whose shorts?”
“Urban’s. Gotta burn ‘em. Real big. In fire. Poooof!”
“How about I let you do that later, and you go back to your room with Quinn now instead? He looks so lonely right now without you smooching on him. Don’t you think you should fix that?”
Urban/Cam/Jayme/Quinn:
'I'm sure you will Darlin..." he was careful to hold Dream up even as he nearly stumbled, getting that stubborn foot into the leg hole, and then he was into his own pants then, watching as Dream went stumbling off to Sol and Jayme.
He watched Dream with surprise, never having expected to see him of all people behaving like this! Then again he didn't realize he was behaving in ways he didn't usually, either.
Quinn for his part just raised his hands up with a shrug in a 'Got me' sort of way. He wasn't sure what Dream's issue with Urban was suddenly but he could hear Sol's words and he came up behind Dream and kissed at the back of his neck, nibbling at an ear. "C'mon Darlin...lets go back to our room...finish what we started hm?" okay maybe not something Sol wanted to hear about her brother.
Solange/Dream:
That was soooo not something Solange needed to hear. Her ears flipped back on her head and she curled her lip. It wasn’t like she expected the guys to be chaste, after what she’d seen on the beach and knowing they had a room, but come on! This was her brother they were talking about and now she had a mental image to go with it!
Dream just added to the moment by giving into a little moan, his damp tails swaying about Quinn’s legs. He leaned into the larger teen, a loopy smile on his face. “If you think we can make it, we should make it.” He snorted and laughed, lolling his head to the side. His feet were slipping into the sand, and with some manner of getting his feet to work he managed to stand up again. “And then we’ll swim in the shower, but not really swimming, right? I don’t wanna swim anymore, I want to-“
“Stop! Cease! Halt!” Solange waved her hands, her dark cheeks already the color of the night sky. She couldn’t make eye contact with either male. “Take that shit to the room, Quinn.” Solange chanced an amused grin, but she just couldn’t look at the pair without laughing again.
Urban/Cam/Jayme/Quinn:
The pair in the water were close enough to hear the teasing going on, just sitting there chatting amiably in the moonlight, and Jayme was staring resolutely at his hands, a deep red on his cheeks. This...was not something he was used to. Oh sure he'd finally figured out what Zev and Ghede got up to, especially since they had their own place....but to hear it so blatantly...so see it so clearly...it was shocking to him!
Quinn whispered something against Dream's ear at the moan hands circling his waist and pulling him close. "We'll head back to the room and strip and I'll help you wash all the sand from your tails before anything else....then yes we'll....." and here he grinned at Sol and winked. "Have some fun."
Fingers found Dream's chin and tilted his face to him, kissing him again. "C'mon my sexy, drunk fox...lets go back to the hotel." and sober you up a smidge was his silent thought! "G'night you two, was a pleasure." his arm curled around Dream again and pulled him close with a promising smile on his face.
Solange/Dream:
“I like it when you talk clean to me.” Solange snorted, even as Dream gave into another of Quinn’s kisses. She couldn’t help, but think that her brother was getting more action out of tonight than she was. However, he needed it to loosen up and she’d gladly give him all the booty luck.
Dream couldn’t think of anything better than a warm shower, conditioner in his fur and whatever Quinn had planned. He was practically already melted jelly infront of him right now! “G’night,” Dream slurred, clinging onto Quinn with an eager look, all to eager to make his way away from the group and back to the hotel.
When they were a safe distance away Solange leaned back with a sigh and ran a hand through her hair. “I’m going to need something really stiff to forget all of that. Something really…” She’d already begun to dig around the alcohol, “…really,” ah-ha! The Whiskey that Dream hadn’t barely scratched, “…stiff.” And without a thought, she uncapped the flask and downed a good chunk.
Urban/Cam/Jayme/Quinn:
Quinn raised his hand in farewell to Cam and Urban and took off walking keeping Dream close to his side, fingers playing lightly over the skin on the others back and he couldn't help but think once again just how lucky he was the other loved him back. It made his heart skip a beat when he thought about it honestly!
Jayme looked up once they walked away only to blush as Urban sidled up to Sol still naked and grinned. "I can give you something stiff babe." he bent and grabbed his shorts then and took his time getting them on as Cam pulled his own on with a yawn. "I'm heading back to the hotel and hope I don't run into those two making out...or worse...against a tree or something." Jayme stood up then too. "Mind if I walk back with you? I'm sort of tired too." "Not at all. Night you two." he winked at Urban then and he and Jayme set off as Urban sat and snagged the whiskey from his wife. "Looks like it's just us now babe." oh the shit eating grin then.
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Post by Lirilei on Jan 8, 2024 15:49:27 GMT -8
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Post by Lirilei on Jan 8, 2024 15:49:43 GMT -8
I will always protect you
((Quinn protects his and Dream's egg))
This egg wearing thing wasn't so bad, really. They'd had the egg several days at this point, and today, Quinn had to run errands. Of course wearing the egg to keep it warm meant he couldn't drive. Not that he minded so much. He bundled himself up and made sure the egg was covered so not only would it absorb body heat from him, but it'd be protected on the opposite side as well.
The reactions he got ranged from admiring, to amused, to harassing. It was this last one he was currently dealing with as he walked, arms loaded down with a couple bags of groceries he'd gotten once he'd done everything else on his list of things to get done.
It was a group of young men human and poke-teen alike by the looks of them, that were catcalling and giving him grief for wearing an egg. For asking who'd want to have sex with him, that sort of thing. All of thing he was able to ignore however, because words didn't bother him.
What he couldn't, and didn't ignore was one little prick throwing a rock at him, and it glancing off his shoulder, narrowly missing the egg. That had his attention and his eyes narrowed at the boy in question. Another rock came from another direction this one emboldened by the actions of the first and also hit Quinn, just barely missing the egg.
"Come on boys, lets see how long till one of us hit that stupid egg. Fat fuck like him shouldn't be breeding!" the rocks came in twos and threes at first, before there was a slight barrage. His grocery laden arms were pulled up around the egg to keep it safe by this point, even as one rock hit him in the face leaving a gash on his forehead.
A growl came from the Laprax teen who was more than annoyed by the actions being exhibited to him, and with a cry of rage one hand was extended as he used Water Pulse to push the teens away from him and the egg, realizing a small group had formed behind him and more than one had their cell phones out. Hearing snippets of conversation as he kept the teens pinned with the water he was unconcerned though. He could hear the by standers explaining a teen had been attacked by a group of other teens and all.
By the time Officer Jenny arrived and took the teens into custody and asking Quinn to come by the station when he had a little free time to give a report, seeing as he had groceries and all he was worn out. He had bruises all over from the rocks, his head was aching, the cut covered with dried blood and hidden by his hair. He was sure no one had noticed it due to his height, which was fine.
As he walked the rest of the way home one hand was caressing the egg carefully. "I will never let anyone hurt you. I promise that." he would go through hell to keep their egg, and eventual child safe. No matter the cost to himself.
Once home, he let himself in, and set the ruined groceries on the counter. The eggs were broken and leaking, the ice cream melted and the bread smashed. Yet he could care less. Their egg was safe. That was all that mattered to him. "We're home Dream. I'll have to go back out later for more groceries though." his tone was light as he began to unpack what little was salvageable. He'd put this away, and give Dream the egg, and go and clean himself up. Then go back to the store while Dream and their egg stayed home safe.
That was all that mattered to him in the end. Keeping them safe.
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Post by Lirilei on Jan 8, 2024 15:50:12 GMT -8
Boulevard of Broken Dreams
((Exhaustion rears it's ugly head and causes a fight between Quinn and Dream. They can work it out though....right?......right?))[/i]
Quinn
Things hadn't gone the way he'd planned in...awhile. Ever since Fayth's egg had come into their lives things had been anything but calm and normal, but Quinn was rising to the occassion, he'd had no issues with the diapers, the feedings, or anything else. Where as the times he'd left Dream home alone with Fayth to run errands there had been a frantic call or text about him coming home. Errands began happening with their daughter in tow. He knew his fiance was overwhelmed and he couldn't blame him really, it was all so new. Still, he did wish the Ninetails was adjusting a little better to fatherhood than he was.
Quinn was honestly tired at this point. He'd not slept through the night since Fayth had hatched from her egg, waking up with her, and letting Dream sleep. He was hoping Dream would be able to find a new modeling gig, and so he knew the other looking his best was important. He'd already talked to Urban and Wendy about helping out as a babysitter once Dream got back to work, and he along with him as his bodyguard.
But Quinn's temper was starting to run a little thin, he wanted nothing more than a half an hour nap to get rid of the slight headache he had. He'd been up since two with a fussy child, and really, a little nap was all he wanted. So, he'd left Fayth with Dream, and kissed his fiance...and went to hide in their room for a short time. An hour if he were truly lucky.
Dream
Fayth hadn’t stopped fussing since Dream had taken her from Quinn. Every little thing he did for her was wrong, and he had no idea how to make her calm down. The adjustment to fatherhood was anything, but smooth. Where as he had settled on the idea when the egg had arrived, he had been hoping that once he saw his child that it would magically kick in. The parenting drive never showed up; he loved her, would do anything for her, but some days he sat furniture on fire just to get a release.
What sleep Quinn might have thought Dream was getting was non existent. Every time Fayth started to cry he would shoot up and no matter how far he buried his head under the blankets he could still hear it. He wanted to go to her, but what was he supposed to do?! Even now Dream was doing little more than pacing the floor in a desperate attempt to get his daughter to take the nap he knew she needed.
He tried to do it on his own when he had her, but Quinn had a way with Fayth that made Dream envious. Oh, she would nod off completely if he picked her up. When she finally started to quiet he took a chance; Dream walked over to set Fayth down in her crib and the moment he let go of her she squalled. He snatched her back up as quickly as he could, and hung his head back to stare at the ceiling as he patted the girls back.
Quinn
Of course every little squall and whimper had Quinn's fingers clutching the blankets. He was exhausted and yet he couldn't sleep because their daughter was carrying on. Why couldn't Dream get her to settle down? It wasn't that hard, honestly. Pick her up, cradle her and walk around...she dropped off so quicky. What was he doing out there, filing his nails?
His temper didn't come out to play often, but it was right on the edge today. He suspected he might have been coming down with a cold, he knew there was some bugs going around and so little sleep wore a guy down after awhile. That or he was so damned tired, he couldn't find the patience he usually had, it was non existent at this point, and hearing Fayth carrying on, wasn't helping him any at all.
Finally, at the half hour mark he threw the blankets back and rolled out of bed with a tired sigh. Running a hand through his hair he ignored the look of his blood shot eyes and almost stormed out to the living room and over to where Dream and Fayth were. "Oh give her here already." his words were harsher than normal as he carefully picked their daughter up and held her close. "Shhh, time for little princesses to go to sleep now Fayth." what irritattion he'd had when speaking to Dream, vanished when speaking to Fayth. He couldn't be mad at her, she was a baby after all. But his fiance....well he was irked with him currently. Thirty minutes. That's all he'd asked for!
Dream
Dream almost didn’t give Fayth over at first. As soon as Quinn came back into the picture his ears folded back against his head, and the mans snappy attitude didn’t help. “I had it.” What, was he so incapable of taking care of his kid that Quinn couldn’t even sleep for fear that something would happen to her?!
Of course Fayth fought for a little while longer, but she went out like a light within minutes. The sight caused Dream to roll his eyes and throw up his hands in exasperation. Did she just hate him, or something?
He ran his hands down his face, allowing his nails to grind on his skin. Was this what fatherhood was supposed to be like? Non stop hell? How could something so sweet be such a pain?
Quinn
Once Fayth had finally settled down, Quinn carefully tucked her into her crib, a hand brushing over her hair. "Sleep now little one." he stepped from her room quietly, door pulled shut behind him, and he went back to where Dream was, trying to keep the irritation from his voice...and not managing. "A half hour...that's all I've asked for since Fayth came into our lives. A simple half hour to get a nap...and you can't even get her to calm down and sleep...really?" he was so frustrated it wasn't even funny.
He was pacing slightly, picking up toys and what not as he went, and tossing them back to the containers he had sat around for them all. "Honestly Dream, I've not had a moment to myself since Fayth came to be a part of our lives. I've not asked for it, thinking you'd step up, and start pulling your weight with her." that had come out faster than he meant it, but it was there. It was out. He didn't feel like Dream was pulling his weight with their daughter.
Dream
“I was trying to get her to sleep, but she wasn’t having it. It’s not as easy as you make it look.” The edgier Quinn got, the more defensive and bitter Dream became. It really rubbed him raw that Quinn thought he wasn’t even trying.
Dream leaned up against a wall, arms crossed over his chest as he watched Quinn. “Pulling my weight? What the fuck do you think I’ve been trying to do? Every time I so much as touch her she starts screaming and I can’t stand it!” He snarled and reached up to pull at his ears. The Ninetales was shaking. “Ever since Fayth hatched she hasn’t stopped.”
Taking a deep breath, he let go of his ears. Quinn wasn’t the only one showing signs of wear. Ever since the egg had shown up Dream had been losing weight; morning sickness? Talk about everyday sickness. His nerves had kept him ill for a while, and now that it had finally stopped so had his appetite.
Quinn
"It's not as hard as you make it look either! I mean honestly Dream, I have to do all my errands with her, because if I don't within an hour...and that's being generous....I get a call or text from you begging me to come home. You can even handle an hour with her on your own!" Quinn rubbed an exhausted hand over his face as he spoke.
"The house is a mess unless I clean it, Fayth doesn't sleep unless I get her to sleep. and forget a shower. When she does finally fall asleep I dash in long enough to wash my hair and body forget warming the water up and I rush to get redressed before she wakes up, because Arceus forbid you have to deal with her for longer than ten seconds! I can't keep doing this Dream, I feel like I've got two kids to raise now. I'm exhausted."
Dream wasn't the only one to have lost weight, Quinn had lost more than he'd ever managed in the time they were apart due to work, because he hadn't finished a full meal since Fayth hatched. He was too tired to think about food on top of it. A few bites in and he was falling asleep over his meal, or doing a dozen other things while trying to get food in himself. His bags, had bags, and he swore he had a bald spot forming where hair had started to fall out from the stress. "Something's gotta change Dream. This can't keep happening."
Dream
There wasn’t much Dream had to say to that. It was all true, it wasn’t as if he could rebuff it, but hearing it all out loud burned far worse than any fire he could make. “Two kids, huh?” He shook his head and kicked off from the wall. “Sorry that I’m just not coping with this like you think I should!” His voice was raising, as were his tails. The temperature around him was slowly rising as well. “I’m a shitty dad, is that what you want me to say? Do you want me to fucking say how absolutely shitty I am?!”
He had hit his breaking point. Dream wrenched the ring from his hand and threw it at Quinn. “Fuck this shit. I’ve had enough!” By now he was fully aflame and raging. “I can’t just jump into this, Quinn, I CAN’T.” Dream gripped his hands into fishes so tight that it brought blood. From her room Fayth had begun to stir. She quieted quickly, but it was enough of an incentive for Dream too quiet.
Dream dropped to his knees and put his head into his hands, still fully a flame. The fire alarms had to be triggered before sleep to actually come on, so there was no risk for the sprinklers to kick on. “Don’t you think I want this to change, too? I don’t like feeling this way and I don’t like seeing you look at me like that.” He had never wanted to be a dad; there, he acknowledged it. Fayth was the first baby he had even been around for more than twenty minutes and it was driving him insane. “I don’t know how to make this better.”
Quinn
"Yeah two kids. Fayth, and you." it sure felt that way! He had to rush into Dream's rescue time and again when it came to their daughter, every. single. fucking. time. He couldn't keep doing it, it was going to end up killing him in exhaustion he was sure!
He could see Dream getting pissed, but he hadn't expected the ring he'd picked out for Dream to suddenly be chucked at him, and it fell to the floor with a soft thump, the larger teen caught off guard by the simple violent action. He was looking down at the ring and he bent to pick it up after a moment, holding it close in his hand as he looked up at Dream, the fire in him having been put out as quickly as it had flamed up. No, he'd been doused in ice water at this point.
"I'm sorry I lost my temper Dream. I'm just tired. Maybe we should ask Wendy to watch Fayth for a day, so we can decompress or something." a babysitter wasn't such a bad thing was it? He took a few steps towards Dream, and held his hand out to help the other to his feet. "I think we'll both do better with a little sleep in us yeah? Look, you go lay down and rest for awhile, I'll catch a cat nap on the couch, then Fayth and I we can head out to the store, we need a few things anyhow, I noticed earlier you're about out of conditioner. I'll pick up some more." his tone was back to it's usual calm, gentle tone when speaking with the love of his life, and though he was beyond exhausted, he gave him a soft smile. The hand he held out, was the one he was holding the ring with, it still on his palm. A silent offering.
Dream
The fire burned for a long time before slowly ebbing away. Dream took a deep breath and looked up at Quinn. “Don’t be. You were just telling the truth.” He hesitated before taking the offered hand, but grasped it all the same. When he stood he had the ring in his own palm, staring up at him, and he didn’t immediately put it back on.
“Take your nap first. I’ll call Wendy while you’re asleep and get something set up.” The sudden shift back to Quinn’s usual self bothered Dream. He wasn’t addressing the issue anymore; it was being covered up and Dream felt more unease now than he had in the beginning. He reached up to cup Quinn’s face in the hand that didn’t hold the ring, and he wiped at the bags under Quinn’s eyes with the pad of his thumb. “Get some rest; you deserve it. If Fayth wakes up then we’ll work something out.” He smiled, but it was hollow, as if something had snapped that couldn’t be fixed. “And when you two leave, I’ll clean up and catch a nap.”
Quinn
He was relieved when his hand was grasped finally, his own curling tightly around the others wrist, and holding tight, a soft smile given to the other. "Maybe, but I didn't have to be an ass about it either. I suspect I'm more tired than I realized and that's why my patience finally gave out." it had taken awhile for him to lose control of his temper really.
The fingers on his face made him smile and his hand came up to cup Dream's hand in his own, a squeeze given as he held that hand to his face longer. "Alright. I'll go try getting a nap in before she wakes up. Don't worry if she starts crying, she likes walks, so that'll put her back into a good mood once we step out." he dipped down and pressed a soft kiss to Dream's lips. "Love you Dream." that hadn't changed despite everything else that had recently. He still loved the Ninetails deeply. "Could always come and lay down with me for a little bit till Fayth gets up?" he did attempt to entice the other to join him, it would do them both some good to have a moment alone together he was sure. He was finally letting go of Dream's hand however, so he could head into their room, to get some sleep with or without the additional company.
Dream
Dream squeezed Quinn’s hand in return and leaned into the kiss like it was his last. “Love you too, Quinn.” He meant it, truly. With all of his heart he loved the man and that wasn’t likely to change, no matter what may come. “Walks. Got it. I think she takes after you more than me. She used to like my heat when she was in her egg, but I think I burn her up.” He chuckled weakly. “She does pretty well when I put a damp cloth on her back, though, so we’re working on it.” Like everything with Fayth, it was a work in progress.
He hesitated, and it showed. Dream looked down at the ring still laying in his palm as the other walked back into the bedroom. As tempting as the offer was he couldn’t make his legs move. “As nice as that sounds,” he called out softly, “I’ve got some phone calls to make.” And by the looks of the house, some chores to work on. How had he really been checked out for so long? The place was a wreck.
When he was certain that Quinn was asleep he called Wendy to set up some babysitting days. Of course he’d had to explain the situation and she hadn’t been happy with him, which wasn’t a surprise. Then he had talked to Ysolde, all the while cleaning. Dream could be surprisingly domestic when he wanted to; by the time he was done the kitchen and living room even sparkled!
And every few moments or so he would peek his head in to check up on Fayth. He padded back into the kitchen to fix a few sandwiches for Quinn when he woke and grabbed a few raisins for himself before going into Fayth’s nursery. Dream sat in the rocking chair given to them by Wendy for the longest time, just watching her before he too nodded off.
Quinn
Quinn sank onto the bed, a yawn almost unhinging his jaw as he curled up, not even bothering to cover up or anything. No, he was out as quick as could be he was so exhausted and he slept like a rock, though as little as he'd been sleeping at one time, it wasn't long before he was getting back up, surprised to see he'd managed a little over an hour. At least his head wasn't throbbing nearly as badly as it'd been before his nap.
Stepping from their room he looked around the living room and saw how clean it was and he couldn't help but smile. Dream had busted his tails off while he'd taken a nap by the look of things. Listening hard he heard silence from Fayth's room, and so he went into the kitchen to find a quick snack a surprised note at the sandwiches sitting there and he took the time to eat them both, and happily. Quickly he washed up the plate, not wanting to mess up the kitchen that Dream had also obviously cleaned, before he was headed to Fayth's room.
Looking in he saw Dream in the rocking chair and gave a soft smile seeing him passed out there, and lifted the quilt off the bottom of the crib, before he was carefully covering the other up, brushing a hand over Dream's hair. Working quickly he set up a diaper bag and set it under the stroller he had sitting open and waiting for the walks he took with their daughter, before he was leaning over the crib to pick their little sleeper up. He'd step out before Dream woke, let him get a good nap in while they were at the store.
Pausing in the doorway he gave the other a long look, a tender smile on his face. "Get some rest love." his words soft before he was stopping in their room long enough to grab his wallet and boots, and then he took off on his errands, feeling more chipper than he had such a short time before. "I think some flowers...I was a real dick....and I'll get that one cut of meat he really likes and make it for dinner... maybe I'll call Urban while we're out...and see if he'll meet me at the store, take Fayth for the evening...have a nice dinner with Dream tonight. Yeah I'll do that...."
Dream
It was a good hour before Dream woke up. He yawned and rubbed at his eyes, feeling the crick in his back from sleeping in the rocking chair almost immediately. Grumbling, he made to stand up and felt the quilt slid off his legs. When he stooped to pick it up he had a goofy little smile on his face that was gone almost as soon as it had come. Could he really do this…? Dream folded the quilt and put it back into place.
He moved out to find his phone and texted the all clear to Ysolde. Dream checked the clock, noting that Quinn couldn’t have been gone for very long at all. The whole thing made him feel numb. He didn’t want to leave, but he knew that if he didn’t they would just continue to fight until the point where it started to mess with Fayth. He’d already screwed up enough with her as it was.
It didn’t take long for his assistant to show up with a moving company. Under his direction they went through the apartment, taking only the things that were solely Dreams; his massive collection of cleansing products, brushes, clothing, etc. All in all it took less time than he thought it would, and for a minute he wanted to tell them to bring it all back. Just do it. He’ll hate you for it, but he’ll be better off. Someday Quinn would move on with someone who could stand beside him to support him like he needed.
Dream slid into his loafers and grabbed up the keys to his car. As he shut off the lights he left folded note on the intable and atop it was the ring Quinn had given him. The note read as such;
Quinn;
You deserve so much more than I can give you. It’s like you said; it shouldn’t fall to you to take care of two children. There should be someone to have your back, and it’s pretty clear that it isn’t me. I’m sorry for leaving while you’re gone, but I wouldn’t be able to do it with you here. Things would only get worse, you have to know that. I’m too much of a vain jackass to give in, right?
I’ll help you with Fayth as much as I can. Ysolde will get in contact with you over custody. Don’t worry; I’m not taking her from you, I just want to see my baby girl. Maybe after some space I can be the dad she needs. I’ve also asked Ysolde to hire a nanny for you to help out. You should be getting reference calls within the next few days. Wendy is still coming over tomorrow evening; I couldn’t talk her out of it, but maybe you’ll want her there. If not, just ask her to leave.
I’m changing my number so don’t bother calling. It would only complicate things. I love you, but I don’t like what we’ve become. It’s killing you. I’M killing you. So I’m breaking it off.
Find someone to be what I can’t.
Dream
Quinn
He'd called Urban who had met him at the store, and he handed over Fayth to her uncle, glad when she went with ease. It probably helped he'd brought Casey along with, so she had a cousin to torment and be entertained with. He'd thanked the other for agreeing to watch Fayth for the next few hours, promising to do the same for them soon when it came to the twins, and kissed his daughter on the forehead telling her to behave her her aunt and uncle and be nice with her cousins.
That done, he'd proceeded to do some much needed grocery shopping, making sure he found the best cut of meat to cook up that night, the freshest roses for the table. He even got a few new candles for the table. An evening all to themselves, so they could eat, and talk like adults, maybe discuss their earlier fight now that they'd both napped and calmed down a little.
Once he was done he walked home whistling under his breath, planning how the night would go. If Dream was still sleeping he'd start the steaks cooking on a low heat and go to wake him up with a few kisses. Maybe he should wait...the food might burn if they got carried away and he was hoping they would. A round of sex, even angry sex would help them out right? He figured it would. The roses would be placed on the table...
Juggling the bags he unlocked the door and let himself in quietly, lights kept low as he headed to the kitchen. "Oh wow. Dream even cleaned the fridge out...nice." he had ample room to put things away as he set the roses on the table and moved to go wake up Dream. Only to find him not in the nursery. Maybe he'd gone to their room then. He stepped in, and blinked a moment. Their room was sort of empty.
"Dream?" Quinn called out for the other as he began to flip on the lights, a feeling of dread filling his stomach as he looked around, and finally his eyes spotted the note that he'd breezed right past on his way in. The ring sitting on it caught his eye first and he picked it up and stared at it before he began to read the letter slowly, trying to make sense of it.
It was during the second read through that his legs gave out on him and he crashed to his knees, clutching the letter. He couldn't have been gone long right? He fumbled for his phone, it dropping to the ground and he snatched it up, punching the number one on speed dial and he held it to his hand with trembling fingers.
We're sorry but the number you are trying to reach has been disconnected, or is no longer in service. If you think you've reached this message in error, please hang up and retry your call.
He listened to the recorded voice mutely, before he closed his phone. It was already done? He'd already changed his number? So soon? His fingers curled around the ring, while he stared down at the others note to him and he felt a sharp pain in his chest a tearing sob coming from him, a whisper from him. "....Dream...."
Quinn wasn't sure how long he knelt there, but his phone began to ring, and he answered it hopefully, that hope dashed as he heard Urban's voice asking him when he should bring Fayth over. It took him a few moments, before an almost dead reply of "Bring her when you want...Dream isn't here anymore....he left us..." came from him. He hung up without realizing what he was doing and sat heavily on the couch.
All he had now....was Fayth... their daughter. There was a fresh round of sobs from him as he hugged himself tightly waiting for Urban or Solange to show up with Fayth.
Solange
Solange didn’t know how long it had been since Wendy and Cordelia had shown up to watch the babies. She didn’t even know long long it had taken them to get across town to the apartment, other than it had been too damn long! What the fuck was going on?! Dream, I am going to slaughter you when I find you. If she wasn’t so keen on getting to Quinn she would have run all over the city looking for the slimy bastard.
She made her way to the door and used her key to get in, leaving it open for Urban to come in. In truth, she didn’t even need to see Quinn to feel the heart break in the place. She could smell his tears mixing with his distress, and it brought a whine out from her. Solange shrugged out of her leather jacket and let it fall to the floor along with her boots. The Houndoom looked to her husband, then back to her - well, he wasn’t her brother in law anymore, was he? - friend. She motioned to Urban to take up point on comforting while she padded off to the kitchen to get Quinn a glass of water and some tissues.
Quinn & Urban
Quinn heard the footsteps on the porch, but he could tell it wasn't Dream, one, too many sets of them. And two, both were heavier than the other teen's had been, and so he hadn't gotten up. He knew there was a key they had and they could let themselves in.
With red eyes he looked up expecting to see his babygirl, and instead found Urban standing there empty handed, and his arms held open. It took Quinn a moment or two, before he was on his feet, wobbling a bit as he did and clinging to Urban and letting out another choked sob of despair as he felt the Aggron's arms curl around him and just hug him tightly. "Fayth?" "Wendy and Cordelia are watching her and the twins right now. We're here because we didn't think you should be alone right now." Quinn sniffled at those words, feeling his heart breaking more. One hand was still curled tightly around the ring Dream had left. "Not alone...I have Fayth." the irony hit him, and he dissolved into another sob as Urban tugged him to sit on the couch again.
Urban hugged Quinn close, and he looked towards where Solange had vanished off to, his eyes wide. This was out of his comfort zone, but he was doing the best he could for the teen that had been there for him when he'd lost his shit.
Solange
Solange wasn’t gone long. When she returned she was balancing a glass of water, a box of tissues and a damp washcloth in her arms. The woman looked over Quinn’s sobbing figure to Urban, her ears flicking back in discomfort. Her husband looked as lost as she felt, but as she had a little more experience in comforting Solange came in to help him out.
After setting the glass and the tissues down on the coffee table, Solange leaned on the couch with her knee. She rubbed soothing circles onto the teens back and applied the cloth onto his face, trying to coax him away from Urban over to her. “Did he say where he was going?” If she could just get a location, then Solange could grab her bike and find him in an instant. Unfortunately, she also had a suspicion that if he had left a location Quinn would have already gone himself.
“Would you drink something for me?” She picked up the glass of water from the table. If the teen needed to cry then let him, but she didn’t want him to make himself sick ontop of it.
Quinn & Urban
Urban was relieved when Quinn shifted to Solange, tears running down his cheeks as he held out the note from Dream. "He didn't say where he was going no. We had a fight earlier...and I was an ass and it's all my fault he left me." his shoulders slumped as he took the water from her and took a few sips, hiccuping as he did, and almost choking.
A firm hand on his back from Urban helping him not choke was appreciated and he took another slow sip before he set the cup of water down and looked at them with a miserable expression on his face. "I didn't mean to piss him off and make him go. I was just so tired...but it's not an excuse. All my fault he left." he couldn't find the tears anymore just then, not as the full weight of all this hit him. If he'd helpd his temper...Dream wouldn't have left. It was his fault. All his fault.
Urban frowned some his hand tightening on the others shoulder. "Hey, don't go talking like that Quinn. That fixes nothing." well it was true! He was well aware of what blaming ones self could do in the end!
Solange
Solange read over the note a few times, before pulling her lips back over her fangs on exasperated snort. What was he thinking? Even if he thought leaving was the better option, had he even bothered working through things with Quinn before packing his shit up?
She sat the note on the table and pulled Quinn to her. “He’s right, you know. You guys had a fight and yeah, you might have said things you regret now, but I’m sure he said a lot of things right back.” Knowing dream it had all been piss and vinegar, too. “Relationships are two way streets, Quinn. You can’t blame yourself for this when it takes two to tango.” She rubbed his back and rocked a little, moving her knee so that she was now situated on the couch at a higher position than the bigger guy. Like this she could hold him the way he needed. “You’re one hell of a guy Quinn, and one of the best dads I know. If Dream can’t see that….” She let it hang but it was obvious what she meant; maybe he was better off without him.
Quinn & Urban
"Knowing Dream, I'd be surprised if he took any sort of a fight without coming back with a few sharp words of his own." Urban picked up the note and read it over, shaking his head. He got to his feet and stepped into the kitchen. The steak he found he threw in the freezer, and instead he made Quinn up a plate of left overs he'd found. The guy needed to eat, to keep his strength up for Fayth. Even if she wasn't here just then.
He hugged Solange tightly, glad for the comfort, a faint smile on his face. "I thought...when I met him...that I had found my soulmate Solange.... I love Dream so much it hurts. I guess...wishing we had a family...was the wrong thing. It was after that....Fayth's egg showed up...and everything went to shit. But I wouldn't give her up for anything. At least...I have her." a symbol of the love he'd shared with Dream. A painful reminder maybe, but one he'd cherish to the end of his days.
"I just wish I'd never yelled at him. But I guess that would have just left all the problems boiling...and a worse fight would have happened." he stared at the plate of food he had held out to him, and he took it with a sigh. "You need to eat, so when Fayth gets home, you have the strength and energy to take care of her. She needs you still Quinn, don't you check out on her too." "I know. I won't. Thank you guys." he took a few slow bites as he sat back on the couch sniffling lightly. Life was not going to be the same anymore, he knew.
Solange
She squeezed him tight, and brushed pieces of his two-toned hair our of his face. Quinn looked exactly like the hell he was going through. The sight broke her heart along with his. “I know sweetheart, we all did. I don’t think I was as happy when he introduced me to you. Arceus knows what you’ve been through to keep him for this long.” Solange moved back to sit on the arm of the chair while he ate.
Even if Dream did come crawling back now he had done his damage. But Solange was still so confused. Her brother had seemed genuinely happy. Ecstatic even! Surely Fayth couldn’t have pushed him this far over the edge...could she? And if she did then he was a bigger douche than she already thought.
“Wishing for a family is never a bad thing. You love him and that isn’t wrong.” She looked at Urban. He was being so helpful now, but there had been a time where she had thought her own family wouldn’t work out. “You have a beautiful baby girl and whatever happens, I know that Dream loves her. I don’t know what the fuck is going on with him, but he won’t check out on her.” She ran a hand through her hair, mussing with her braid. THAT she would make sure of. “Do you want to come stay with us for a while? Or we can keep Fayth if you need the time.”
Quinn & Urban
Urban knew he'd caused his own fair share of problems in everyone's lives after Solange had been jumped and beaten so badly he'd been sure he'd lose her. Quinn had stepped in to help, but Urban had cracked and sent the kids out to the world, but he'd been unable to do more than sit at the hospital with Solange, then at the house while she got better. It'd been a hell of a time for his sanity.
"Always knew it was too good to be true.....him loving me. I mean hell...look at me compared to him...he's gorgeous..he could have anyone he wants....I was just convenient and here." why yes, he was willing to believe Dream had finally dumped him, because things weren't easy and convenient anymore. He was sure he'd have someone new in days. Someone better looking, someone more socially acceptable for his perfect fucking image. Not...someone like him. Who even after hard work and exercise and a strict diet, was a walking barge. He wondered time and again what Dream had seen in him, and he had always come up wanting for an explanation. He still didn't have one...nor did he have the other now either.
"I do love him...but never could quite figure out what he saw in me." his words were soft and he set the plate down on the table after a few more bites. He couldn't stomach anymore, it'd come up if he ate another bite. "I'd never keep her from him. She deserves to know him...even if he doesn't....want to know me...anymore..." his words broke and he sniffled softly. "I think...having Fayth brought here would be best. She should keep to as much normalacy as I can manage for her right now while I look for a job to support us and all." though he knew that would be hard juggling work and a baby all on his own. But he'd make it work. He had to. Fayth was counting on him!
Solange
Solange reached out to put a hand on his shoulder. “Quinn, you know that isn’t true.” At least, Solange wanted to believe it wasn’t, but at the moment everything she knew about her brother was being thrown into question. For Quinn, though, she was resolute. “He saw a strong, buff guy with a heart of gold that's what. And a big ass truck.” She gave a small smile. “So you’re not Urban. Not everyone needs a six pack. Urban’s only good for punching the shit out of people, but he’ll tire out before you do, I can guarantee it. You’ve got muscle meant for moving fucking mountains; literally.”
It must have been a sight to see this guy truly angry. Solange honestly hoped she never would. “I started back to work a little while ago, but I’m on part time until the twins get big enough. It’s night shift, so if you’re working and need someone to watch Fayth bring her by. And if I’m not there, go for the big guy here. Or hell, if he’s not there, call Wendy or Cordy. I had to stop Wendy from coming over here with us, so she’ll be at your side no matter the time; day or night. We all will be.”
Quinn & Urban
Urban pulled a face at his wife for the slam on his strength and all but he let it go, he knew Quinn needed the build up probably as much as his ego needed the hit. "When we first met, I looked like a homeless drunk...." Quinn gave a low laugh as he recalled that little meeting. There was nothing in that moment to tell Dream anything good about him really. So that things had happened as they had, well he'd been thankful, really.
"Thanks Solange, I appreciate it. I really do. I'm going to be honest...part of me wants to be childish...and refuse the help...and forge ahead on my own...because obviously he thinks I can do it all...so why not prove him right....but I know...I truly do know...I can't do it all on my own. Not and be a good dad to Fayth." he sighed deeply as he said that. It was hard to admit he was going to need to rely on their help, but he did promise himself he'd take as little of it as he could possibly manage. He had to do this on his own as much as possible. He was refusing to put himself out there again. Especially not with Fayth in his life. She didn't need him dating a string of men after all. No...dating was not anywhere in his immediate future.
Solange
Solange couldn’t help but to raise a brow at Urban as if to challenge him to say something. When he didn’t she turned her attention back to Quinn. “You would only run yourself down if you tried to do that. It isn’t just Fayth we’re concerned about here.” She brought her knees up to her chest on the couch and propped her elbows on them.
“You know what? Fuck him. Yeah you could do it all on your own, but isn’t that why you snapped the first time? It isn’t supposed to be like; not when you have people who care about you.” It was going to be like pulling teeth for a while to get him to actually rely on them, she could feel it, but Solange could make this work.
Quinn & Dream
"Don't make us give Wendy a copy of the house key so she can come and go to keep an eye on you and make sure you're taking care of yourself. Though maybe she can help you pick out a decent nanny when they come calling." he didn't know if Quinn was up for such decisions just then really, and thought Wendy's help with that would be best.
"Alright, if you think she'd help with that I don't mind." he was too exhausted and numb to mind at this point, honestly. "It is...I haven't slept through the night since she hatched...she cries whenever he holds her and tries to get her to sleep or anything....all my errands I had to run with her otherwise I got frantic calls and texts from him needing me to come home to her..." he looked around the spotless living room. "At least...he left me a clean house...and some memories." his eyes had landed on a picture of the two of them and he looked away with a pained look.
Seeing that, Urban made a mental note to put those up, and he excused himself to use the bathroom, where he in reality detoured to their bedroom, and found some photos there, that he tucked away in a now empty drawer. He did that in as many rooms as he could before he stepped back into the living room, using the opportunity of Quinn being in the kitchen to throw out the food on his plate, to remove the photos that were there, and slide them into a cabinet under a table. "That might help...a little I hope." Urban's voice was soft. "Call Wendy, see if she'll bring Fayth over. I think it might help him to have her here. Something to focus on and all."
Solange
Solange sat back with a frown. “He had mentioned some of that. Kept asking me for advice, but the twins never gave me that problem. I did notice that Fayth got fussy when I held her today. I just assumed it was because she wanted to go home or something. Maybe she just isn’t a fan of fire types.” The girl seemed to be constantly warm, always tugging at her clothes until she was stripped down to the diaper. What if…?
“Thank you,” she murmured. She had been trying to keep up small talk with Quinn so he wouldn’t notice Urban’s activities. “That’s a good idea. I’ll call her up; keep an eye on him.” Solange got up to call the woman, stepping as far away from the men as she could to keep the call as quiet as possible.
Granted, it would have been a lot easier had Wendy not been near screaming on her end. “Solange? Did he come back? Is he there? Is Quinn okay? He isn’t hurt, is he? Is-?”
Solange brought the phone back to her ear after having held it out to avoid the barrage on her sensitive ears. “Yes, No, No, Yes, and No. Look, would you come over with Fayth? We’ve got an extra car seat in the-”
Wendy snorted. “Honey, I’ve got three in my car ready to roll. Grandma comes prepared.” She could hear some rustling in the background, presumably Cordelia asking questions and the tell tale signs of Hawke chewing on their coffee table. She knew that grinding anywhere. “I’m coming! Bye!”
It took less time for Wendy to make it to the house than it took for Solange to use the restroom. Solange met her at the door, and took Fayth’s diaper bag while Wendy totted in the baby carrier. Fayth surveyed the room with wide eyes, chewing on her coat sleeve. “Urban, honey, get Fayth out would you?” She handed the babe over to the man and went over to Quinn. She wasted no time in wrapping the man up in her arms. It was almost comical how hard she squeezed despite her size. Her eyes were full of tears and worry made the aged lines on her face stand out. “Honey, I am so sorry. Oh baby…”
Quinn & Urban
"That's silly though isn't it? I mean look who her dad is, he's a Ninetails." it didn't make any sense she wouldn't like fire types, being part one herself after all! Still it did make him frown in consideration.
"Can do babe." he waited for Quinn to come back and smiled at him. "Sol is calling Wendy to have her bring Fayth back over for you." "Oh good." that brought a smile to Quinn's face and he relaxed a little knowing his daughter would be back soon. "Urban...thanks...for coming over and everything." "Hey, you helped me out when I was in a bad space, it's the least I can do. You're still family." "No...I'm not. Dream giving back his ring makes that clear...but Fayth is." he was still wearing his own ring, he couldn't bear to take it off, though he supposed he ought to. It made Dream's leaving feel final though.
Urban crossed over to Fayth and unhooked her from her carrier with a smile, tickling the girl under her chin, as he got her out of her little coat since she was inside. Quinn was surprised by how strongly Wendy was hugging him, but he hugged her back tightly, sniffling as he did. "I just want him to be happy...you know? And...if he's not happy here with me...with us then...well he needs to find what makes him happy. He'll have an easier time finding work without me around anyhow." he was trying to put on a happy face, but honestly, it was killing him inside to know Dream had walked out on them. "Thank you...for helping out with everything...do you....would you....when the people come for the nanny position....help with interviewing them?" he found it hard to help, but Urban smiled hearing him ask Wendy for the help. Good. He wasn't trying to do that alone.
Solange
It would have taken an act of Arceus to pry Wendy from Quinn. This was her boy! He may not have been her son, or even her Poke’mon prior to transformation, but he might as well have been. “That boy won’t be happy until the world burns down around him.” Wendy sighed. Her little dream was getting himself into so much trouble these days. Come home, Dream boat. Your family needs you. “If he goes on to work and completely walks away from all of this with a clean slate then he isn’t the boy I raised.” His mother would be turning over in her grave! She had always valued tight knit family bonds and to know her boy had severed his...oh, how he was lucky she had passed! “You just tell me when they’re coming and I’ll be right here. Though, if you need a nanny...I could always do the job. No cost, just because I love you so.”
It didn’t make sense. Yeah, her dad was a Ninetales so that should have given Fayth immunity to fire; hell she should even LIKE it. Looking over to the girl Solange frowned. She was happy enough with Urban holding her, even giggling when he tickled her. Odd.
Quinn & Urban
"The letter said that Ysolde was going to call with the references...so you know there might not be much in the way of an interview." "Even better I guess. But if I don't like whoever is sent my way I'll call you Wendy." he wasn't sure he was trusting anyones judgement just then really. Urban, for his part was holding Fayth and tickling her neck smiling at her giggles. "I don't see how she cries when Dream holds her...or even you babe." it made no sense to him honestly as he walked around with his niece.
"If he calls you or anything...just...I don't know. I don't even know what to say. I'd say to tell him I begged him to come home. But I don't think that'll fix anything right now. Maybe he just needs time away from us...from me..." he said he wanted to see his daughter. Not him. So yeah...Dream needed away from him. He got it. He was the problem in the equation. His shoulders slumped some at that realization, and carefully pulling himself from Wendy, he lightly snagged Fayth from Urban's arms and pulled her close to him, hugging her close, and looking so much like a sad little kid hugging a stuffed animal. Save he was a teen, holding his daughter...his daughter with a man who apparently, didn't love him anymore. It was killing him to know that.
"I should get Fayth to bed...it's close to her bed time and all..." his words were soft. He was likely to tuck her in...and crash on the couch for now. The bedroom held too many memories he wasn't ready to face and the rocking chair....well Dream had just recently been there. No, he'd crash on the couch. And hope for a miracle in the form of Dream coming home. He wished he would. More than anything, he wished Dream would come home to them.
Solange
"I'll be over in the morning then, with or without a call." Wendy nodded. He may not appreciate the intrusion, but she knew more than anyone that just helping out around the house while you spent time to yourself was important. He needed to focus on himself and Fayth, anyway.
"We'll worry about that later," Solange placed a hand on her husbands arm as Quinn took his daughter. The little girl was all smiles, completely ignorant to her father's pain. "If he calls, we'll tell him." She didn't want to promise that he would call, but telling that to Quinn would just be more issues than he needed right then.
Fayth, with her bright red gaze so much like her father's, looked up to her daddy and put a hand on his cheek. She didn't understand why it felt different than usual. It was like touching her skin when she got a bath.
Before she left, Wendy came up to Quinn to give both him and the baby one more hug. "Call me if you want anything, sweetheart. I'll see you tomorrow." She turned to look at the married couple and motioned to the door. "Come on then, kids."
Anything Solange thought about saying sounded so cliche it made her sick. So she just looked at him and made a mental promise. She was going to find that nine tailed bastard, even if it took her years to do it, and break every single of them. Following Wendy, she slipped her books back on and got her coat, waiting patiently for Urban. "We'll be outside." Maybe a guy friend could say something more? Or maybe Urban would bumble, who knew, he wasn't exactly a politician.
Still, she had to hope.
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Post by Lirilei on Jan 8, 2024 15:50:57 GMT -8
Speed Dating((Quinn is convinced to get back in the saddle, and in doing so reunites with an old friend, and makes a new one!))
Aatami
Room twelve of the Conference Center was alive with activity. The low thrum of soft lights made the normally sterile room soft, and the darker decorations gave a comfortable, if not romantic mood. Small snacks and drinks were being served, as were numbers at the door. It was a buffet of singles; one that Aatami wasn’t sure he wanted to be a part of.
“Hey man, loosen up,” Slayer teased. He rumpled Aatami’s hair and looked out over the room. Three of his roommates were there with him, otherwise the smaller male would have run for the hills by now.
“Yeah,” piped Jet. “Worse case scenario you get some free drinks. Best case, you get to see some sweet-”
Slayer stepped on Jet’s foot, and the other man let out a string of curses. “You’re here for a date, not a quick fuck.” Shaking his head, Slayer ran a hand through his russet hair.
A shorter man stepped up onto the platform near the front of the room, tapped the mic three times, and then called out, “Welcome to this years ‘Wonders of Love’ event! If all of those with red numbers will take their seats we can begin.” He waited for the shuffling to happen, and once most had taken their spots, he continued. “Alright, now we can get started. How this is going to work is those with blue numbers will shift between tables for the first half, staying for five minutes until the buzzer goes off before rotating. And in the second half the colors will switch. Be honest, relax, and you might just find that special someone!”
Aatami looked down at his number and the blue 12 flashed back at him. Button up shirt, nice pants, clean shoes...Arceus above, was it hot in here?! Slayer slapped his back and smiled. The buzzer rang and Aatami shuffled to his first table.
Quinn
Why was he here again? He felt out of place honestly as he shuffled his feet back and forth some. He was wearing a suit he’d bought for when he was working for Dream and it cut a striking figure on him, especially due to the loss of weight he’d been going through between eating right, and working out, and then everything else. He’d seen more than one set of eyes on him and he grumbled some about sticking out like a sore thumb, and wished he’d worn his Lapras shell armor at this point. But no…that was back home along with Fayth.
He heard the mic squeal to life and looked up and attempted to pay attention, a slight feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach. Maybe it wasn’t too late to go…. No scratch that it was definitely too late. Damn. He glanced down at his number, and though he didn’t notice it, he saw it was red. Which meant he got to sit there for awhile. That wasn’t so bad maybe.
So he waited…and inwardly groaned as the first person to sit down was an older woman, older than Wendy it appeared and that was just weird…and he was awkward in the whole getting to know you phase. He was relieved when the bell rang meaning that someone else would be coming to sit down. He picked up his note pad and jotted a note about the first one. No way….awkward due to age.. This wasn’t too bad so far…
Aatami
Aatami’s first potential had been frightening to say the least. She was pretty enough, and very nice, but waaayyyy too into bug types. He had innocently made a comment about her Caterpie pin and the entire five minutes had been her ranting. He supposed that there had to be someone out there with as much Bug love as her, but it certainly hadn’t been him.
So when he sat down at the next table Aatami was happy at least to see that this man didn’t have any Poke’mon buttons, badges, or patches. He was a great deal larger than Aatami, though, which really wasn’t hard considering just how petite the boy was. And he- “Quinn?” It came out before he even realized, and Aatami flushed, his glasses sliding down his nose. “Sorry, I just - Do you remember a little eevee in the woods? I got stuck in a tree because of a Drapion and you helped me out.” There was no way he could have mistaken Quinn for anyone else; though granted, he looked a lot sleeker today than he had then.
Quinn
He’d just set down his little note pad when he heard someone else sit down and looked at the slim young man sitting across from him, noting the size difference between them, but not minding it in the least really. He’d been in the process of casually looking him over when he blinked at hearing his name and sat back a little clearly caught by surprise. He didn’t recognize the other teen!
Though it was the circumstance of their meeting being told to him that made him sit forward again and he couldn’t help but grin. “Aatami? Why look at you…I sure didn’t recognize you. You’ve grown up nice haven’t you?” there was a warm, appreciative smile on his face as he looked him over again closely. “I sure do recall you, adorable little thing you were. Still adorable now for the record.” Well he was! This meeting was certainly going a whole lot better than before! “What’ve you been up to since that day? I didn’t expect to run into you here in the city.” Not one bit!
Aatami
Aatami’s first potential had been frightening to say the least. She was pretty enough, and very nice, but waaayyyy too into bug types. He had innocently made a comment about her Caterpie pin and the entire five minutes had been her ranting. He supposed that there had to be someone out there with as much Bug love as her, but it certainly hadn’t been him.
So when he sat down at the next table Aatami was happy at least to see that this man didn’t have any Poke’mon buttons, badges, or patches. He was a great deal larger than Aatami, though, which really wasn’t hard considering just how petite the boy was. And he- “Quinn?” It came out before he even realized, and Aatami flushed, his glasses sliding down his nose. “Sorry, I just - Do you remember a little eevee in the woods? I got stuck in a tree because of a Drapion and you helped me out.” There was no way he could have mistaken Quinn for anyone else; though granted, he looked a lot sleeker today than he had then.
Quinn
He’d just set down his little note pad when he heard someone else sit down and looked at the slim young man sitting across from him, noting the size difference between them, but not minding it in the least really. He’d been in the process of casually looking him over when he blinked at hearing his name and sat back a little clearly caught by surprise. He didn’t recognize the other teen!
Though it was the circumstance of their meeting being told to him that made him sit forward again and he couldn’t help but grin. “Aatami? Why look at you…I sure didn’t recognize you. You’ve grown up nice haven’t you?” there was a warm, appreciative smile on his face as he looked him over again closely. “I sure do recall you, adorable little thing you were. Still adorable now for the record.” Well he was! This meeting was certainly going a whole lot better than before! “What’ve you been up to since that day? I didn’t expect to run into you here in the city.” Not one bit!
Aatami
Aatami squirmed in his seat, his flush spreading down his neck as he smiled. “I evolved a little while ago, and well...yeah, things changed.” He laughed a little. The compliments were nice, but he wasn’t sure what to do with them. Did he...did he say them back? But Quinn wasn’t adorable; he was nice looking, but adorable wasn’t the world. “I-I-uh..thankyou.” He took a deep, steadying breath and sat up straighter in his seat. “You look...well, I can’t think of the word for it really. You look sharp in a suit, that’s for sure.” Studly? Handsome? A mix between handsome and edgy and sophisticated. “...charming. I think it’s charming.”
Funny how fate worked out. “Well, I...there was a flood and I was seperated from my sister. I ended up not far from the city, so I came here a lot to study. I’m attending the University now...I’m hoping to be an herbal doctor. Someday I would really like to set up my own practice in the forest.” Frowning, he pushed his glasses back up on his nose. “Sorry, I’m babbling. What have you been up to? Are you still fighting Drapion?”
Quinn
He could feel the Leafeon’s eyes on him, studying him but he found he didn’t mind it so much from the other, it wasn’t a creepy sort of feeling like he’d gotten from a few of the others. No, this was certainly much better. Maybe coming here had been a good thing after all…especially at the compliment paid to him. “Thank you.”
“That’s horrible.” He frowned as he sat forward, a concerned look on his face. Obviously Aatami was okay! “A doctor! That’s fantastic news!” He was beaming at the other, though here he couldn’t help but laugh. “No, the only thing I wrestle these days is my daughter when it’s changing time.” He gave a wry smile then. “Sold my business to become the bodyguard of the guy I was seeing…he was a model and well…we had a kid together…egg turned kid anyhow…and well we split up and all. I’ve been on my own with Fayth for awhile…and a friend of mine suggested I try dating again since sitting home all the time isn’t so good for me.”
Aatami
“Well, you know, thought I’d give it a shot after you said I might have a knack for it.” Aatami had been very influenced by that meeting. Had it not been for Quinn he wouldn’t have gone into medicine at all, and then he never would have seen Chism again. It was kind of nice how things kept working out for him, with the one exception being the fact that his sister had yet to be found.
Frowning, Aatami’s shoulders slackened. “I’m sorry to hear about that Quinn, and I’m not just saying that. Your friend was absolutely right; sitting at home isn’t good for your mental state, and it’s not good for your daughter either.” Smiling a little, he continued, trying to keep the conversation on the happier side. “Your daughter is lucky to have a dad like you looking out for her. It has to be hard raising her alone, and if there is any way that I can help out just let me know. Not that, you know, you have to or anything, and that’s outside of this whole speeding dating thing...which just makes things awkward to say like that.”
Quinn
Quinn couldn’t help a slight flush at the others words, glad he’d apparently influenced the teen so much. He did seem to have a knack for it from what he recalled so for him to be turning it into a true calling was great!
“It’s alright Aatami. I’m doing better than I was. I was a wreck when Dream walked out on us for awhile, but I’m in a much better frame of mine than I have been in awhile.” He gave a smile at the other, and pulling a piece off his little note pad jotted down his number, and even his address. “Come by sometime? Meet the little light of my life? I think you’ll like her.” Why yes…there was definitely love and pride in his voice talking about her. “It’d be nice to keep in touch regardless of this whole speed dating thing to be honest.”
bAatami
Oh, so his ex had been Dream? It was a little hard not to recognize the name when it was all his roommate’s girlfriends jabbered on about. First it had been because of his career, then later it was his scandalous love-child, then the bar fight...Aatami was more than a little concerned now. What kind of damage could a guy like that do to Quinn’s heart?
He took the piece of paper with a nodding smile. “I’d like that. If she’s anything like you then I’m sure we’ll get along.” The little Leafeon felt much more at ease now. It was nice just being able to talk to someone without having his guard up. “I...would also really like that.” Okay, it was very warm in here. Suddenly the sleeves on his shirt were too warm and the collar too high. “Maybe when I come over I can cook you something. I’ve been trying to get a little better, and I swear I won’t poison you.” The way he said it was a little rushed, as if he’d been accused of it in the past.
Quinn
He swore he saw a flicker of recognition in Aatami’s eyes as he mentioned Dream’s name, and he nearly mentally kicked himself. Of course Dream’s name was well known, duh. Still, he didn’t let it bother him that Aatami knew, this was a friend after all and he didn’t see the need to keep this bit of information a secret from him. It’d have come out anyhow.
“She’s a sweetheart really, though some days I wonder if she’ll turn out to be a stripper. It’s impossible to keep her dressed at times.” Generally if the day was warm, or he’d put one too many layers on her. He hadn’t put two and two together yet. Though look at him grinning some. “Well, even if you do happen to do that, I have utter trust in you to nurse us back to health almost-doc.” Why yes, there was a warmth to his voice as he spoke to the other. “Really though, open invite whenever you have time. That’s my cell I gave you, so you can reach me even if I happen to be out with Fayth on a walk.” he found himself looking forward to the other calling or coming by.
Aatami
Aatami had to laugh at that. He tried to cover it up with his hand, so it came out more of a snort, but a laugh all the same. “Hopefully she’ll grow out of that.” Or Quinn might have a stripper for a daughter. While Aatami doubted it would really bug the hybrid that much in the end, it would still be something more for him to contend with.
“I’m serious, I’m not going to poison you.” Aatami thought Quinn was joking, but he couldn’t be for sure. He chuckled a little weakly. “Just don’t ask me to cook steaks, and maybe one day I’ll tell you why.” He wasn’t trying to be coy, but it surely came out that way. When he heard the buzzer go off, Aatami looked regretful to be getting back up. “I’ll text you when this is all over so you can save my number. The same goes for me; I might be in class or work, but just leave a message. It was nice getting to see you again, Quinn.” Taking a deep breath, Aatami moved away from the table, but before he got close to the next one he waved behind him.
Quinn
“I hope she does, because while there’s good money in that I know how people can be and they’re hands on, or judgmental and I don’t need to go breaking skulls you know?” he wasn’t about to let anyone mistreat his daughter no matter how grown up she got to be!
“I look forward to finding out why that is Aatami, and I’ll be waiting on your text.” He raised his hand in farewell as the other walked off, and turned his attention back to the girl sitting across from him, forcing his nose not to wrinkle at the amount of perfume she’d drowned herself in.
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Quinn had decided it was nerve wracking as hell to shuffle between these tables, and he’d have been better off wearing his shell vest at this point he felt like he was walking undefended into battle every time so far and decided that there’d be no more speed dating attempts after tonight. He’d reconnected with a friend and that was good. He was on his third table and already he wanted to go. The first guy had been an airhead who couldn’t hold together a conversation if his life depended on it, and the other was a nice enough woman he had a talk with about trucks, but there was just no spark to the entire thing. So that was a wash.
He ran a hand down the front of his suit to smooth it a little as he approached this third table, letting his eyes slowly take in the person sitting there, trying to gather some sort of impression about them before he sat. Fingers brushed a little hair from his eyes as he did sit down a moment later, a smile on his face, and he hoping for the best.
Bethanne
Bethanne was three seconds away from walking out of this room. At first it had been exciting; the thought of possibly finding someone to have a cup of coffee with had been nice, and maybe dreaming about that perfect someone wasn't so far off. What she hadn’t banked on were the vast amount of guys, and girls, simply trying to get a booty call. Some guy named Jet had the nerve to tell her he liked “chunky girls”. She knew she was big, it wasn’t like she could hide it, but the way he looked at her made Bethanne’s skin crawl. It was like he saw a giant ice cream cone he wanted to lick.
There had been a select few she wanted to meet again, which was something, at least. Relaxing back in her seat, Bethanne smoothed back fringes of hair that had fallen from her updo. She had chosen to go with a casual black dress with a little blue sash under the bust that minimized her figure. It was classy enough to look professional, but comfortable enough to let her breath easy. As she sat, she looked about the room for the next poor fool to sit down at her table, and was happy enough to see a guy who didn’t look like a total loser. “Hello there.” She smiled, her blue eyes taking him in. Bethanne liked a guy with edge, and he had the added bonus of style. Very nice.
Quinn
As he headed by a table he saw some guy getting slapped by an irate woman and shook his head at that. He was pretty glad he hadn’t met the guy he’d have probably decked him as well! He looked at the woman sitting at the table, a smile on his face as he took her in. It was nicer when he was sitting across from someone who was obviously like he, and Aatami was.
Once he sat down he held his hand out to her with a warm smile. “I’m Quinn, it’s nice to meet you miss.” This intro had worked well enough the last time, so maybe it’d work again. He wasn’t even counting the first moron, nope. That had been a wash and was going to be forgotten in the pages of history.
Bethanne
Bethanne stood to take his hand. “My name’s Bethanne, and it’s nice to meet you too, Quinn.” A hybrid, hmm? It was exciting trying to figure out just which two he was a mixture of. Some of the features she recognized, but the coloring was off. Maybe shiny blood? It certainly made him an exotic.
When she sat back down, she had a drink of her water and moved on to conversation. “So Quinn; tell me a little about yourself. That suit looks like it was designed by Marx so I’m going to guess you aren’t a drifter.” She commented pleasantly.
Quinn
“The pleasure looks to be mine.” He released her hand gently, his own bottle of water sipped from and recapped, though he looked down at the suit with a puzzled expression and looked back up at her with a sheepish smile.
“I’m going to have to admit I don’t know. I merely showed up at the tailors and had it fitted but it was my….well my ex fiancé that picked it out and all. But the suit maker sounds vaguely familiar so maybe you’re right about that.” He cleared his throat lightly. “Well…lets see ah…formerly engaged as I just said…have a daughter…was a bodyguard for my ex…and bounty hunter before that. Now I’m doing the dad thing. What about yourself?” he hated how he was uhming and ahing through telling about himself, but such was things.
Bethanne
“Flattery will get you everywhere and nowhere.” She laughed a little. “I’m not the best at acting coy, so straight forward talk from this point out, but I do like the way you talk. Very gentlemanly.” And he was, which was a nice change from Jet. Bethanne was pretty sure someone had smacked him earlier, which wasn’t surprising.
“Oh.” Bethanne wasn’t disappointed he didn’t know the designer, but she was surprised about the admission. “Oh you poor dear. Coming out here to these sharks after dealing with all of that. At least you have your daughter to go home to.” She could tell it was kind of awkward for him, so she reacted as naturally as she could, which was sweet.
“My sister is a cross dresser and I’m a live in servant for two thieves.” Bethanne grinned. “Well, the last part was a fib. I’m not a servant; I’m well employed, but it’s more like a caretaker. I cook, clean, run their errands, etc.” She had long since given up on subtly getting around to it, so just putting it all out was easier in the long run. “Though I have to say, that is quite a lot to take in. What’s it all like? Having a bounty hunter background and being a dad? Has your little one found your weapons stash yet?”
Quinn
“I think straight talking is for the best. I’m not very good at this whole thing really.” He knew he was more of a jeans a tshirt sorta guy, not this nice suit look and all. He was more brash than dash.
“Oh, no this is actually sorta nice getting out of the house a bit and all. I’ve been sitting home too long moping. Though I don’t know that I’d pick this to be a constant means of getting out.” He gave a hearty laugh then. No, this wasn’t on his agenda as a permanent addition. He tried it, this was probably going to be it.
Listening to the other he was sort of surprised by her words, then figured she was joking about working for thieves. “Well it sounds like you like your job in any case, which is the important part yes? Talking about it seems to make you smile a lot.” He smiled warmly at her, then pondered her question and tackled the easiest first. “Thank Arceus no! I have various weapons safes through my house depending on the size of the weapons, and she’s still young yet. Once she’s older I’ll teach her to properly handle them if she shows an interest. I’d rather her be taught than hurt.” It made sense! “As for being a bounty hunter before and now a dad…I had to have patience for the job, which comes in handy with my daughter, so it’s not too terribly different.” There was some days he felt like his shell needed worn even around the house!
Bethanne
Bethanne didn’t doubt that he wouldn’t believe her; no one ever really did, which was good, in the long run. “Oh yes, if I didn’t like my work I would be out of there in a heartbeat.” She made a little flying motion with her hand. “It doesn’t leave me much room for socializing, though, so here I am.” It wasn’t as if she begrudged her employers, as they were her closest friends, but they could be a hand full.
“Thank goodness! I was starting to worry.” She laughed, leaning forward to listen to him. “I’ve been trying to learn how to do a little shooting myself, and it’s risky business. So far I’ve only tried paintballs and let’s just say I think that’s where I should stop.” One too many times of unintentionally shooting Will in her ta-ta’s had shown her that it wasn’t her forte. “So, how old is your daughter?” The way he talked about her showed how much love he really held for the child, which just made her smile all the greater.
Quinn
“That’s a good thing, because staying in a job you don’t like doesn’t make you happy. I learned that from watching my ex.” Dream had been happy when he had a good shoot, good coworkers, and all…but far too often he’d been stressed, unhappy… no it wasn’t the best of jobs for the teen to have gone into unfortunately. “Hopefully tonight hasn’t been a total wash for you then.”
There was a laugh from him and a shake of his head. “No, no. I know to keep that stuff put up, house is baby proofed all that fun stuff. Can’t say I’ve ever done paintball shooting before, but I’ve got a good shot with normal guns so it’s likely not much different.” He chuckled softly as something in her tone made him think her experience hadn’t gone so well. “She’s oh…close to three months old now actually. Still young, but seeing as she’s not like normal babies, she’s developing quickly and…” he blinked as the timer went off and he frowned. “Time up already?” that didn’t seem possible.
Bethanne
“No, I don’t think it was.” Having met a few good people, Quinn included, had made the night worth it. Even if she did have more questions to ask about his life, it didn’t seem like she was really going to get the chance. Sighing, Bethanne shook her head. “The one time all night I wished that that stupid buzzer would just break, and of course it’s on time.”
Shaking her head, she quickly jotted down on a little pad of apple shaped post it notes her name, and number. “Give me a call sometime if you want. Maybe you can show me how not to shoot innocent bystanders, and I would like to hear more about your little girl.” She handed over the information. “Worse case scenario I also double as a babysitting service, if you need someone to watch her while you work.”
Quinn
Quinn had to agree the talk with her had been really nice, and he found himself reluctant to have to part, but he knew he had to go onto another table. Still, he’d had a couple nice conversations, met up with an old friend he was looking forward to spending more time with, and had met this really lovely woman. So in all it’d been worth the trip out to get some interaction.
Taking the number and all from him, he smiled and slipped it into the pocket of his suit, before his own number was written down and handed over in return. “So you know it’s me when I call. I’d definitely like to talk to you more, and teach you the proper way to shoot. I’ll be sure to wear my vest in case.” A teasing smile and a wink given as he stood up. Though as he did he couldn’t help but lean over a bit. “I could see you trying to figure out what I am early…Laprax. Shiny on both sides. I’ll let you decipher the Laprax part. Enjoy your evening.”
Bethanne
Bethanne’s cheeks darkened, and she couldn’t help the little coy grin that perked up. Oh, this one was going to be fun. She toyed with information a little as she watched him go, and couldn’t help geting a little excited to see him again. No matter which way this turned out he was someone she could very easily see herself connecting with. Worse case scenario she got a quick witted Laprax friend with what she assumed was a sweet kid and a penchant for weapons. All in all, fairly normal for her crowd.
When the next single sat down infront of her, Bethanne had to try to focus on the woman’s words and not the balls of silicone threateningly to break free of her top.
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