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Post by Emma Lacy Hanson on Feb 12, 2012 20:46:12 GMT -5
 Emma was laid on her bed staring up at the ceiling. She didn't really want to see friends right now. She wouldn't say that she was feeling moody but every molecule of her being was buzzing to take her feelings of inadequacy and rage out on something. She couldn't go out in that sort of mood, that would only lead to scandal and her agent would fire her on the spot. Her agent didn't exactly think she was destined for greatness, he was just trying his luck. As soon as Emma proved to him that she wasn't worth his time, it was unlikely he'd stick around. So she didn't want to do anything risky. Before long, Emma found herself wandering aimlessly around her bedroom. She plucked one of the roses from a vase sitting against her window. She twirled it in her hand and stroked the leaves.
Her fingertips felt the veins of the rose and followed the contours of the thorns. It was beautiful, like she wished she was. Looking down at the glossy red petals she thought about her sister and her boyfriend. How in love they were, even if they weren't together right then. The love was there, as clear as the long stem that kept the rose together. Sighing, she moved over to her bedroom door. She could hear her parents, they were talking about Rory. They were discussing their future as grandparents. Emma looked down at the rose, her hand slightly wet from having picked it up out of a vase with water in it. She looked miserably at herself. She had no love, she was busting her neck out trying to make it in the music business and Rory wasn't getting anywhere near the amount of stick Emma was getting. As if having a baby as a teenager was less punishable than actually trying to succeed in your life.
Still dawdling around her bedroom, she looked down at her stomach, her hand rolled around the skin. If Rory did that, her hand would be greeted by a bump. With an animate life. A moving baby inside her, she would be an aunt to twins by March. Emma had been having sex mechanically as short-term flings for years, far longer than Rory, she never got the babies. She never got the 'oh! we're going to be grandparents!' she never got the smile that graced the face of a mother and her baby bump. Emma's thoughts were interrupted by the loud ringing of her bedroom phone. She somehow found the motivation to bring herself over to the bed to sit down. Reaching her arm out, she picked up the phone without the slightest trace of enthusiasm. Her soft voice answered "Hello? Max? Hey.. What's up?" her lips perked up slightly at the sound of Max's voice.
"Oh nothing. I'm just... sad. I guess. It's a long story, um, are you alright? Do you need to come over?" she offered, ever since Max had met Rory the Soren house had always been open to Max. Though he was yet another human being that probably preferred her sister to her. The thought made Emma's eyes clench to stop a tear from squeezing out. She was probably in no mood to entertain, she didn't feel like she'd ever be good company. "I mean Rory's not home at the moment but I'm sure she'll be back soon. If you wanted to wait..." her voice trailed off as she listened to Max on the other end of the phone.
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Post by Max Mikael Carter on Feb 16, 2012 1:14:16 GMT -5
Max knew the town inside out after about a week of being in New Castle. Now, a month into his stay, he was quite happy to take a stroll down to the cafe or to the piers. Places where he felt content, but with the time he had on his hands also brought a time where he could think. This scared him. He didn't need time to think or mull over his life. He didn't need time to wonder if his choices were the right ones or if he should have have just stayed in England. Naturally his father would squash his doubts and say that being a shifter was an honour. He was privileged to have been accepted into Darcy, but Max just didn't feel it. What he did appreciate having friends, even if they were the complete opposite of him. Emma and Rory, the twins, had come to accept him as he was. He had met Emma the first time he had gone to the Soren Mansion, and although he liked Rory, he liked Emma as well, even if he didn't know her as well.
He respected Emma for trying to make her big break in the music world, a tough and relentless industry if he ever saw one. In support, he had downloaded all her songs that she had released from iTunes. It was easy listening in his opinion. He had found a little bakery in the town that had become his favourite place. There was very few people that knew about it, so it was never busy. The coffee was good and the pastries excellent. The woman that owned the shop seemed a bit senile at times, but she never bothered the people, so he didn't mind her much. Sitting in the shop, he pulled out his iPhone and called Emma. He was in the mood for company and he was hoping that she was home.
Hey Em. What's wrong? he asked, hearing the sadness in her vocals. It caused him to worry, knowing that he'd rather sort out someone else problems than face his own fears. I'll be fine. I was actually hoping to come over. See you in a few? he replied, not caring if Rory was home or not. He bought a box of assorted pastries, and headed to the manor. Once there, he spent a few minutes talking to Emma's parents, and then made his way to Emma's room.
He knocked quietly before going in, instantly picking up on the melancholy and angst in the room. I bought comfort food, he greeted with a wry grin, indicating the pastry box. |
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Post by Emma Lacy Hanson on Feb 21, 2012 22:19:38 GMT -5
Emma was no specialist in friendships, but she liked to think that they were unconditional. Which made her think, seeing as all her friends had abandoned her when she got busy at work, had she ever known the true taste of friendship? Had she even known the full taste of sisterly love? Her sister despised her most of all. Which was rich, coming from her. The family practically soiled themselves when they found out about her pregnancy, but Emma was making her family proud with her music. Why was Rory still getting everything? Why did their parents still love her more, did they secretly want grandchildren? Maybe after the initial shock, suddenly it was all 'wow! think of all the great things that come with babies!' Emma sighed, the workaholic shouldn't be the one left out of this family.
Emma walked over to her closet and opened it. Full of all the birthday/christmas cards, stuffed animals and family photos. All the memories from her childhood. She looked at it all from time to time when she was lonely. Max was coming over soon, he probably just wanted to see Rory, but Emma could say hey. She liked Max, he was the only friend of the family that both Rory and Emma agreed were good news. Emma heard the door open and wondered whether Max would want to see her. If not it was no big deal, she could run a warm bath with essential oils and a good book. Wiring herself to that thought, she smoothed down her clothes that were wrinkled from being laid on the bed and started searching for a good book. She pulled out Pride & Prejudice and about a dozen postcards fell off the shelf. She bought them in every state and country she was traveling in, with intent to send them back to the family. She never got around to it, no wonder her family hated her.
Suddenly, she heard the door to her bedroom door open. Her head snapped around to see Max standing there. She smiled widely, relieved that her friend was there at this vulnerable time. She threw the book on the bed and ran up to him, wrapping her arms around him tightly. "Thank you." she whispered, holding back sobs. She eventually loosened her hold on him and took the pastries from his hand. "Mine now." she grinned, moving over to the bed and sitting down. She pushed her book off the bed so that there was room next to her for Max to sit.
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Post by Max Mikael Carter on Mar 2, 2012 8:48:51 GMT -5
   Max wasn't used to the contact that suddenly greeted him. He didn't want the skin on skin contact that usually came with his ability, but today was fine. Nothing sprang into his mind, it was surprisingly clear. There wasn't the paralysis that came with seeing the past or future. The moment that usually scared people. He just froze and stared. It wasn't something that he turned on and off. He couldn't do that. His was something that happened when he least expected it. His ability also didn't extend to himself. He never knew what was going to happen to him until it did happen. He tensed slightly in Emma's hug, but relaxed soon after. Max was worried about her. The attention to Rory was somewhat unfair, seeing that Emma was actually trying to be successful in the music industry.
Max just laughed as she took the pastries from him, but he didn't mind. He had brought them for her. He went to sit on the bed, kicking off his flops and crossing his legs. So, what's wrong? he asked, basically guessing the answer. He wanted her to talk though, knowing that it helped. He didn't have someone to talk for a long time, finding Rory and then soon after Emma. Now, he was a confused teenager who didn't know what to make of his situation. It was something that he needed to talk about, but first he would talk to Emma about her situation. After all, it seemed only fair. She had called him to come over.
Time also seemed more precious than ever. It seemed that there was so little of it. That a week could pass in the blink of an eye. That soon everything he knew and loved would change. He just had a feeling about that, and to be honest, it scared the daylights out of him and that he couldn't do anything to change it. If only he knew what he could do to stop change then he would have done it a long time ago. He would have done it the day he had been molested by a teacher. He wanted to go back in time and just do anything and everything that would make it not happen. The adoption he didn't care about that. He had a family who loved him and accepted him. That was more important than anything. At least, it seemed like it. He hated that he just couldn't get his life together and carry on.
talk talk talk
think think think
them them them
 W O R D S * noofwords ;;
T H O U G H T S * stuffyouwannasay ;;
M U S I C * yourmuse ;;
T A G G E D * whofor ;;
W E A R I N G * clothes ;;
C R E D I T S * adele's chasing pavements ;; |
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Post by Emma Lacy Hanson on Mar 9, 2012 17:14:03 GMT -5
"I don't even know anymore." she sighed, puffing up her cheeks then releasing the air. "It just seems that being here makes me miserable, my own family home makes me sad. That's not right." she frowned, looking contemplative. She'd thought nothing of hugging him, because she'd been so wrapped up in her own mind she'd forgotten that Max had issues of his own. it was easy to forget, because Emma didn't look at him as a kid-with-issues. She liked him for him, even if she didn't know him as well as she'd like. There was a crush of some description hidden somewhere inside her, but it stemmed from a curiosity of being with a guy that wouldn't just abandon her. She doubted it had any special significance to Max as a person. Still, it was enough to intrigue her. Especially if she could bed a guy like Max, it would be the perfect transaction. One night where she didn't feel like a complete reject.
"I've been thinking that I need to change my life. Obviously my work doesn't make the slightest bit of difference, not to my family nor to the world. So I've been thinking of finding a new focus, maybe with any luck my parents will notice." she murmured the last part, since her parents went by her room so many times it was as if they allocated time slots. Perhaps because she had a tendency to run out, disappear and not call for months. Usually for work. But hell if they cared anyway. She crossed her legs and placed her hands on her lap, her eyes on Max. There was a new look gracing her features, one of interest and trust. "What about you? Anything new? Did you win the lottery? Because I've been told I'd make a fabulous trophy wife." she teased, imagining that if he had won the lottery, the poor guy probably wouldn't even keep it. Max was kind like that.
As Max spoke she pulled a hairbrush out of her bedside drawer and started combing out the knots in her hair. She had been laid on the bed for quite some time before Max arrived, she imagined many hairs would be sticking up. After she was convinced that she'd calmed down the loose strands of her hair she placed the brush back inside the drawer. She then observed his gaze, wondering to herself if something was wrong. Not that he was all smiles on a regular basis, but there seemed to be something deeper within him, stirring sadly.
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Post by Max Mikael Carter on Mar 12, 2012 1:58:45 GMT -5
Max gave her a quirky grin when she said she didn't even know what was wrong any more. In a way it kinda described his life at the present moment and it was hard to describe to people who didn't know what it was like to go through something like that. It's okay Em. Family isn't supposed to be happy all the time, and especially now with Rory, it's going to be difficult. Just keep going though. Eventually it will get better, he said, giving her an encouraging smile. He lived for family drama, because it was so rare. His own sister had decided she wanted to come to Darcy, but then again, his sister made split second decisions without thinking about the consequences. She was like that. Max was the complete opposite. He thought every decision through, made sure that he could see each problem thoroughly, but over the last few weeks, he had lost himself in that completely. He was just confused and his own personality didn't suit him any more.
Max listened when Emma said she wanted to change perspective in life. Change focus. Silently, he pulled out his phone and went to the music. Your work does make a difference Em, he said, handing her the phone. It makes a difference to me. Your music speaks to me, makes me feel better, he said, pulling her into a hug. And there are countless others out there as well who listen to your music. Don't stop because your parents can't care less. Do this for yourself, he carried on, hoping that he was saying the right things. Advice was never really his strong point, but he cared about Emma. He was looking at her in a new light. Her personality was one thing, but there were her eyes, her nose, the way she laughed. Even with hair sticking in every direction, it was Emma. It scared him. Scared him that he might be straight. He had never been interested in girls until now. Now, he wanted to lean over and kiss Emma, make his desire known.
Max laughed at her questions about him. Well, dad has finally decided to move into a larger hotel room, meaning that will be even more space for his mobile office. I've finally started painting again, not just sketching any more. Which reminded me. I have something to give you next time you come over. Other than that, I'm pretty much just as confused and depressed as before, he said, going through everything quickly. He grinned, just showing Emma that he wasn't so serious about the last part of his mini-speech. Confused he was, depressed? Only slightly.
Looking at her brush her hair only reinforced Max's stirring need. With a quick movement, mainly thanks to his Shifter abilities, he planted a quick, but somewhat lingering tender kiss on her lips. He returned to his original position, looking at her cautiously.
talk talk talk
think think think
them them them
W O R D S * 488 ;;
T H O U G H T S * stuffyouwannasay ;;
M U S I C * yourmuse ;;
T A G G E D * Emma ;;
W E A R I N G * coming ;;
C R E D I T S * adele's chasing pavements ;; |
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Post by Emma Lacy Hanson on Mar 26, 2012 8:30:57 GMT -5
Oh, wow. Emma's eyes widened into the kiss. She hadn't ever thought of Max as, well, interested in women. He'd never talked to her about girls before. She had never talked about boys before, but she was thinking about Max now. With new eyes, she found herself attracted to him. She felt such a relieving buzz to find solace in his lips. It made her problems disappear, even if only for a second. Before she could kiss him back though it was over, and then she didn't know whether she should be kissing him at all. They were friends after all, normally those made the ugliest break-ups.
"Wow, Max. Um, you hide your feelings well." she laughed inwardly, still reveling in surprise. She shuffled closer to him with a gentle smile. He was a very sweet guy but losing her friendship with him was something she wasn't sure she could bear. Her hand reached for his and gave it an affectionate squeeze. "The thing is.. I'm not really looking for a relationship right now, plus I haven't slept with many guys and I don't want to ruin our friendship." she told him, her eyes telling a whole other story. She wasn't able to hide the fact that she really wanted him.
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Post by Max Mikael Carter on Mar 27, 2012 4:11:09 GMT -5
Max saw the reaction that he got from Emma. It was one of surprise, but more along the lines of a pleasant surprise. There was something about this girl that made him forget all of his problems and that was something that he was always looking for. He just wanted to forget the whole world and all of his problems. He wanted to forget that he was a shifter and that he changed into a fox. He wanted to forget that he could tell the future or see the past of someone by touch and occasionally by smell and sight. So when Emma shuffled closer to him, he did the most instinctive thing that he could do. He pulled her closer and onto his lap. It felt so right to have her in his arms and that there was something about her that he couldn't place.
Hush Emma. We shouldn't ruin the moment, he murmured to her, reading in her eyes a whole different story than what she was telling him. His lips sought hers again, and this time he made it linger, placed a little more demand in them. Slowly, he laid her back down against the bed, and covered her body with his own. He broke off the kiss, his oracles now darkened with lust and hunger, a small tingle running down his spine. I need you, he whispered to her in husky vocals, and he was feeling that need. He made sure that she could feel it too, and it was getting difficult to wait for her answer. He was not a savage, so he could wait.
This went against everything he ever convinced himself that he was. He was gay, wasn't he? He never looked at her girl twice before now. Well, now he was just jumping into the deep end, and having sex, for what? For the sake of sleeping with someone? They were alone. Rory wasn't at home. Her parents were in another part of the house, that he could hear at least. So they might have to be quiet, but that was the least of his worries. What he was worried about now was getting some relief from the ache in the lower half of his body.
talk talk talk
think think think
them them them
W O R D S *375 ;;
T H O U G H T S * chaos! ;;
M U S I C * the silence ;;
T A G G E D * Emma ;;
W E A R I N G * coming ;;
C R E D I T S * adele's chasing pavements ;; |
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Post by Emma Lacy Hanson on Jun 9, 2012 10:40:34 GMT -5
Emma didn't know what was happening to her. It was like someone had come along and injected her with lust through a needle. Had she felt this way five minutes? Not that she could recall. All she could recall was thinking about Rory, and how Max might've wanted to see her. Turned out she was dead wrong. Her defenses told her to mock him, to pretend like he was joking, to push him away before she became attached. She'd had meaningless sex before but never with someone she cared about as much as she cared about Max. The guys she usually slept with would usually find her bad-mouthing their abilities in bed a week later. Sniggering about how tiny they were. There was something that told her that it wouldn't be like that with Max. Because however the sex turned out, he had been there for her when she needed him. That was more she could say for any member of her family.
She was still shocked though, that Max could be interested in her. So much so that when his lips sought after hers again she had inadvertently squealed into the kiss a little bit. When their lips broke apart she touched her bottom lip, where she swore she could still feel the warmth of his lips. Only when she stopped showing reluctance did he lay her down against the bed and barraged his body over hers. His words ran through her like a gentle caress as he confirmed that he needed her. "You've waited long enough" she praised, this time she lifted her lips onto his. She wound her arms around his neck and pulled him closer to her. She could feel her arousal growing inside her like a fire.
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Post by Max Mikael Carter on Jun 10, 2012 3:34:49 GMT -5
Max couldn't help but give a soft moan when Emma's lips sought his again. He was riding on some sort of high, and he could swear that his insides were going up in fire. As a shifter, he knew that his senses were heightened, they always were, but this took everything to a whole new level. He felt the aching need growing in him, and he knew what he needed to do to relieve that, but he wanted to savour this moment for what it actually was. Slowly, he removed Emma's shirt from her slender frame. He drank in the sight in front of him, the amount of skin that he now had in front of him. You're beautiful, he murmured, looking her in the eye. His own orbs were black, darkened by the lust that he had coursing through his veins. So very beautiful, he mumbled against her skin this time as he kissed down her throat, nipping the skin gently as he reached her collar bone.
He felt the difference this time. This wasn't just sex to him, not this time. The few times that he had been brave enough to venture that far with someone, he had been terrified of seeing something that he didn't want to. It was living with that constant fear that made him paranoid and forced him to really get involved with people. Then he met Rory and through Rory he met Emma, and here he was, about to jump into bed with his best friend's sister. He pulled off his own shirt, the absence of one layer of clothing doing nothing to stop the raging inferno inside of him. He welcomed the fire, relished in it and eventually took full control of it.
A little while later, Max woke up and slowly took in the surroundings. Through the groggy recesses of his mind, the memories slowly came flooding back to him and he loved replaying every single one of them, but there was something else about it as well. It wasn't love that he was feeling for Emma. Not love in the sense that he was about to start dating the girl. It was still love that he felt for her as a friend, but after the hours they had just spent making love, he had a horrible realisation fall upon him. The fact that he was gay. Completely and utterly gay, and there was nothing that was going to change it. Looking down at Emma, he pushed the stray hair out of her face and kissed her temple. He wasn't the fuck and leave type of guy. He would stay and then eventually the guilt would eat him up from inside. It was how he was. |
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Post by Emma Lacy Hanson on Jun 18, 2012 13:25:09 GMT -5
She breathed relief as he told her how beautiful she was, arching against him to urge him deeper into her neck. So very beautiful he said, and she believed him. She never believed men when they gave her compliments. She finally understood now what the difference was between sex and making love. This wasn't a furious animalistic fire but warm loving desire. It consumed her. Glancing into his eyes she saw desperate desire for her, not the act itself. It was overwhelming to feel so much for her best friend who she'd never looked at romantically until today.
She fell asleep straight after. And when she woke, she felt Max's hand move a stray hair from her face. She moaned under his touch happily, so content. So satisfied. Her face was probably still flushed from the night before. Even more as he started to kiss her temple. That was when she smiled and turned around to face him, slightly embarrassed that she was naked under the covers. "Good morning" her soft voice uttered. She moved closer to him and kissed him tenderly. Max wasn't the type to use and abuse women, she knew that. So last night must've meant something, right?
Then a horrible realization came upon her. They hadn't used protection, had they? Emma had been so focused on the fact that she really wanted what Rory had, that she hadn't thought twice about contraception. Maybe she was panicking about nothing, she couldn't genuinely see herself holding a child in her arms, wriggling and grabbing hungrily at her breasts. Pulling on her hair, wrapping it's sticky fingers over her new clothes. What would happen to her career? All the touring. She had a Liverpool, UK concert next month and she loved Liverpool, it was one of her favourite places in the world. They loved their football there.. and the Beatles.
She sighed a little, "you weren't by any chance wearing protection?" she asked meekly.
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Post by Max Mikael Carter on Jun 20, 2012 9:18:57 GMT -5
Max looked at Emma and nothing stirred inside of him. There was no love as he knew it, no feelings. A horrible feeling of guilt settled into his stomach as he realised that he had just used her. Used her for sex and that there was nothing that he could do to rewind the clock. He didn't have the ability to turn back time, and if he could, would he have done things differently? Probably not, but when he had made love with Emma, he had found himself drawn to her. She was fascinating in his eyes, but she was just a friend. Then she asked that question, and he couldn't help but feel even worse. No, I didn't, he whispered, but he was raised with manners, and no matter what happened, he would care for her. He would have to. I'll support you whatever happens, he said, already resolute. If Emma fell pregnant, then he would try his best and be a father for the child.
Slipping out from under the covers, he pulled on his jeans and shirt, lying back down on the bed. The guilt was beating away in his brain, but he was master at masking his emotions and thus his expression was just one without any emotion. Emma, he started off, mulling over the next words carefully. Last night was amazing. It really was, and I would do it again, but I'm gay, he finally admitted as he looked at her, his expression filled with guilt that had finally come through. I'm sorry, he whispered, ducking his head as shame filled stole into his face. His shoulders slumped forward and he was helpless. He had never done this before. Never had this happen.
Standing up from the bed, he pulled on his flops and stood there waiting for her reaction. His phone that had been on silent flashed with the various calls from his father and sister. His sister would tease him endlessly about him stealing into the apartment when he finally went home, but there was nothing that he could do. Nothing. He might have just ended his friendship with Emma, gotten her pregnant, and he didn't know where he could turn to. |
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Post by Emma Lacy Hanson on Jun 21, 2012 16:59:05 GMT -5
Emma didn't understand. He had seemed crazy about her the previous night. He had been burning, yearning for her. Emma frowned as she started to get his clothes on. Nothing? No 'i'll call you' or a talk about what happened? And he didn't use protection. Emma sighed. "I'll give it a week and take a pregnancy test." she groaned, her fingers squeezing her forehead in frustration. She'd felt great the night before. How did things turn so crappy so fast?
"How generous of you" she murmured, rolling her eyes. She wasn't thinking of the positives of being pregnant just yet, but she was aware that she and Max could've finally made Emma's life a lot better. She'd be a lot better loved by their parents at last. She'd have a little baby and Rory could stop acting like she was so much more mature just because she'd screwed a teacher.
She felt like the fact that she was naked was inappropriate right now, so she clutched the covers around her chest as she sat up in bed. She had a feeling from the neutral way he was looking that she was going to have her heart truly broken. I'm gay, yep there it was. "your the biggest jerk on the planet." she snarled. Either he was lying to break ties with her or he had hooked up with her then told her he was gay, which was bad in itself.
"I think that you should leave." she told him bluntly.
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