The only people for me are the mad ones.

Orin Takekuro · 04-18-2012, 02:38 AM

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Three, almost four weeks had passed since her impromptu visit in Cour des Miracles, and her chance meeting with Mars. Funny how it was always a “chance” meeting with him... But this time her coming to the Court was no mistake, nor would it be if she found the Russo man here. She had remained in her friend's pack's lands for a few days until it was safe for her to travel home, and once back in d'Arte she was left in a strange stasis. It's not that she had tried to lie to herself about what happened, for there was no denying what they had done and no denying what had really fueled the couple's passion that day, but there was just so much to think about.

She regretted nothing, not the day after nor the week after. She did not regret after she arrived back home in Cercatori, nor did she regret it when she began to feel the tell tale symptoms of fatigue and tiredness. She had started to plump up quickly this time, much quicker than before, and this time it was spring and the Tundra wolfess did not have a winter coat to help obscure her sudden weight gain. Her pack would know what was going on with her soon, the weather was growing too warm for the cold-climate woman to hide beneath her heavy sheepskin cloak. Nor was she interested in hiding the fact from her pack; as soon as anyone would ask her, she would admit the truth.

Anyone... except one... one who just so happened to be the healer in her pack. One she had found ways to avoid, but this... no, she needed someone keen on the curative arts, but she could not trust a Rhiannon...

Bright golden eyes were obscured by heavy lids as she squeezed them shut for a moment and shook her head softly, rubbing her forehead with her palm, and when she opened her eyes them again her thoughts had cleared a little. Worries and fears were dashed away – at least worries brought about by her pack, for there was a whole new set of troubles ahead of her. Like what would Mars think? He was a smart man, surely he would have thought this would happen too, but did he think about it after she left? Was it even a question in his mind, or had he forgotten all about it? He hadn't come for her or sent word, so perhaps that was an inkling of how he felt... or perhaps, like there always was with Mars, there were other circumstances to worry about... like a certain “brother” getting in his way.

Whatever the matter, Orin would know soon enough, for once again she rode the mare at a steady pace to the borders that were so familiar to her. It seemed she visited this place more and more lately. It was almost like it was home again. The thought made her crack a half smile.

Vigilante had once extended an open invitation for her to visit whenever she wished, and had not rescinded the invitation to her knowledge, so when she arrived at the Court's perimeter she did not stop and take time to howl for an escort. Often she walked right in to the pack lands when she was looking for Niro, and she did the same today as she guided Spot past the borders. But this time, instead of going to the Chein Hotel or for Niro's home, she steered the horse toward the Russo residence.

The rhythm of the horse's hooves on the path was soothing and lolled the woman into a type of trance. Tilting her head back, she let the sun beat down onto her pale cheeks and reveled in its warmth. It was almost too hot with the fur lined, rose shaded cloak draped over her shoulders. Had she walked the distance perhaps wearing the cloak would have been too much, but astride the mare she was comfortable enough.

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Mars Bartholomew Russo · 04-25-2012, 07:10 PM

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ooc: halalalaaaaaa. Speaking of "brothers" Tongue P (honestly, I love it when Mars argues with himself, it's all too much fun having him just flip out on himself.) +11?(1151)

He didn't know what to think of himself. He knew what he had done. He was waiting now. Just waiting for that visit, and even Krystalle knew something was up with Mars, but she was not able to get him to spill the beans. The Quiet Man had been just that, quiet. It's been three weeks since anyone really heard him say more than three words at one time. Amon and Paz both had asked the male what the matter was, and Krystalle was starting to actually worry about the man. She recorded his behavior in her book, and she kept a close eye on the Russo man because apparently she was missing an important piece to this puzzle of why Mars was acting so....petrified. There was something inside of him that was glad that he did it though, that did not regret his decision to be physically with the woman. Not only that, but during the entire thing, the male felt like it was so right for him to be on top of her, and to be with her. He was majorily conflicted with himself, because he didn't know how to tell Amon and Paz, much less Krystalle. He already knew that the woman was going to have a fit when she found out, but he also was afraid that Amon and Paz might think that he was trying to replace them with new children or something. Truth was, they were a mistake. The ones he made with Orin were almost purposely made. Mostly because Mars let it happen when he could have told himself no. Like that would have worked anyways.

He had a cigarette in his mouth as he sat there. Krystalle had taken Amon and Paz out for some reason or another, and Mars let them go without any problems. Beforehand though, Krystalle had made a pot of tea for the man. He sat there with a cup and the cigarette and he just simply stared out of the kitchen window. The window had been broken ever since he moved back into the place, but he knew when he lived there before that the kitchen window was just dirty, but not damaged. He figured that either the snow storm did it, or someone had broken into his house after he left. The shape that the house was left in did suggest the latter though so he sat there and thought about what kind of idiot would break into an almost empty house that had some constructual imperfections that were noticable from the outside. The husky-wolf puffed on his cigarette and sipped his tea, but even tea time had to be ruined by someone. Whoaaa, am I hearing dis right? Bartholomew spoke, his loud mouth voicing itself before he even materialized in the living room and walked over to the table that Mars was sitting at. Mars said nothing. Ya' finally got dat Orin girl in bed with you? AND she might be pregnant? Bartholomew asked, but did not wait for the answers, because he knew them, because he already picked the thoughts from Mars' brain. Bartholomew cackled and took the cigarette from Mars' maw and took a drag of it.

Mars wasn't entertained though, and he let a snarl form on his maw and his eyes narrowed on the other male. I swear if you don't shut the fuck up, I'm going to rip your fucking throat out, Bartholomew. threatened the wolfdog with a middle finger extended at the other male. ANYTIME MARSY-BOY! yelled Bartholomew at the top of his lungs, with a deep and long cackle that echoed through the empty house and out of the broken windows. FUCK YOU BARTHOLOMEW. GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY LIFE! yelled Mars in retailiation. Truth is Marsy-boy, You can't fucking EXIST without me! I'm not going fucking anywhere. Bartholomew teased with another long cackle. He pretty much was rolling on the ground, he was laughing so damn hard. Mars felt more eyes on him. He stopped everything and just looked around. He looked for that devilish smile in the shadows. That was Hurricane. The smile in the shadows. With those same ice blue eyes that they all had. Why did they all have those haunting eyes? Mars did not find it though, and so he paid attention to Bartholomew again.

As the man was arguing with himself inside the house, (Bart and Mars just continued to go at it, with threats and giggles flying all around) he obviously was unaware with what was happening outside. His animals were outside, as they normally were, and Axel was the first to look down the street to see Orin on top of Spot, the mare that was here a few times. The ram wagged his tail happily and started to trot over to Spot and Orin, but stopped when he got a little too far from the house. Vox moved out towards the road as well, but he also moved out in front of the kitchen window and into Mars' view. Vox threw his head in a greeting as the woman started to come closer and closer to the house. Axel followed behind Spot when she went past him and he baaed up at Orin about six times in a row. It was his greeting, as well as him wanting her attention because last time he didn't get as much attention as he would have liked. The attention seeking bastard sheep.

Mars snapped out of it when Vox came galloping up to the kitchen window and he stuck his head in and whinnied at Mars. He blinked at the stallion and cocked his head at the beast. What? Mars asked with a gruff voice. The stallion removed his head from the window and gave a motion as if he wanted Mars to follow him. Mars put out the cigarette on the tabletop (like an asshole) and he got up from his seat and went to his front door. He stood in the front door with his shoulder leaning into the door frame. Vox came up to the door and waited for his master and when he saw him he grabbed his shirt with his teeth and pulled at it. When Vox finally moved out of the way, he saw the pink haired woman. He cocked his head. Orin? he asked, wondering if this was an elaborate trick that his mind was playing.

Welcome back. How are things? he asked as he moved from the door frame to greet the woman at her steed. The welcome was almost natural, but he did have a questioning look on his face, one that said that he might know what was happening before it happened, but he tried to act as cool as possible. The life of an actor, is it not?

Orin Takekuro · 05-21-2012, 02:06 PM

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As the horse loped lazily down the road the first movement Orin saw was that of a wooly shadow. So it seemed the stock was coming to greet her first. She snickered softly as she watched the sheep trot out of his yard and bleat at her, though he would only trek so far down the path until he was out of his comfort zone and stopped. No matter, Spot spanned the gap between them in only a few more steps. “Good afternoon, Axel,” she chimed, amused, but on the horse’s back she was too high up to reach down and pat his head like she normally would. Then her eyes flicked up to see Vox moving about the yard. Mars’s little pets made very good sentries, it seemed.

Her ears perked up as she got closer, and when Axel stopped his baaing she could hear the sounds of arguing inside. Sighing softly yet with a half smile, she shook her head. Though a fight raged on, the voices were alike, and she wondered what it would be like having a sibling you couldn’t get along with. It was unfortunate, because Mars and Bartholomew were closer than she and Niro could ever be, yet they were both so, so far apart.

The stallion had alerted his master of the visitor by now, and just as she reined Spot to a halt Mars appeared in the doorway. He seemed surprised or confused, or both, that she was there. She offered a warm smile as if to reassure him that she was really there, although an illusion could have easily done the same thing.

“Hi Mars, and Bart,” she added both names coolly, knowing that the other was likely still around since they had just been fighting. “I like your guard sheep,” she joked as Mars stepped up next to Spot, then she held her arms out and wriggled her fingers. “Help me down?” She was already slower than normal, her children growing fast inside of her. Orin was normally such a skinny, lithe thing that even a few pounds made her sluggish. Plus, she just liked it when people did things for her.

The cloak that obscured her body was heavy and it was getting hot in the sun. She would need to take it off soon, which was of little matter because he would know soon enough anyway. Mostly the cloak served to keep from broadcasting her vulnerable state to strangers while she traveled.

“Thins are… changing…” She said, a short pause to choose the right words, her voice a little less playful now as a note of worry laced her words. Her golden eyes sought those sky-blue ones. Orin knew he wasn’t stupid, and she knew what he must be thinking. “I’ll tell you about it all but first I’m thirsty, and I think Axel is going to chew a hole in my cloak.” She glanced down to see the ram chewing on the corner of the fabric, and grabbed it and yanked it away from him quickly. She had this cloak forever, and although she was fond of the scampy sheep she wasn’t interested in a holey cloak.

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Mars Bartholomew Russo · 05-22-2012, 10:24 PM

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ooc: slight pp discussed

When he had laid eyes on the woman, he could not be sure right away. The only thing he could be sure of was that she was not in the state that she was in the last time he had seen her. That much he could tell because the smell of her was much different than it had been that day. He walked forward to the woman but he paused in his place when she had called him by both names. He furrowed his brows at her for a moment and he cocked his head again. Bartholomew liked the acknowledgement, and observed from afar. He wasn't into having a three way conversation, but he had met the girl before. Bartholomew found it funny that she finally figured out that he and Mars were one and the same though. Orin went on to joke about Axel greeting her. Icy blue eyes went to the coal sheep and he let a small smile pass on his lips, and he continued to move closer to Spot. He offered his hand to her and she asked for him to help her down, and he did, but once he did, he realized that she was much more plump than the last time they met.

His suspicions were true. She spoke again telling him things were changing. Of course they were. Mars had done something horrible to her, in a way, but he also did something that would strengthen their relationship. Her worrisome voice made him slightly anxious though, and their eyes locked on each other, which made his heart soar. He tried to take his eyes away, but it didn't seem as if it was possible. He only stopped looking at her because she went on to speak about Axel chewing a hole in her cloak and her wanting to go inside and get a drink. Lucky that Mars and Krystalle kept buckets of fresh water in the house so they have easy access to water. Mars shooed Axel away, and the ram ran off before he took the woman's hand and lead her into the old house of his. She'd seen it once before he knew, but that was back when it was still in shitty condition. Now, it seemed better than it had been before. and even the old house next door was also coming along because he had spent his time trying to fix up both houses, just in case his children wanted to move into that house when they were older.

Mars led the woman to a couch and offered her a seat silently. I'll be right back with some water spoke the man as he moved towards his kitchen, where he had been sitting when he was arguing with Bart. Bartholomew was still in there too, watching the two from the doorway to the kitchen. He held a stupid grin on his face as he stood there and waited for Mars to acknowledge him, but the whole time, the male just ignored Bartholomew. He was put off by this slightly but Bart did not say anything either. Bart knew he was witnessing a serious conversation and he wanted to listen more so than to ruin it right now. Maybe in a few minutes he would change his mind.

Mars came back with the water and he handed the glass over to her before he sat down in the couch next to her. He wanted that closeness with the woman that he had that night, so he did sit particularly close to the woman. You're with children....Aren't you? asked the man, not even waiting for her to tell him herself. He couldn't handle the suspense anymore, so he broke the news to himself for her. What are you planning on doing? he asked her, one mismatched ear fell back. He wanted her to just stay with him, to never go back to the hellhole that was the pack of puppy-killers. Everytime something went down in D'Arte, it had something to do with someone killing a puppy, and not only was that the reason he left D'Arte with Krystalle, but that was the sheer reason that Mars did not want the woman to go back there.

I don't want you to go back to D'Arte...Not with my children. the man let his opinion be heard. He knew what he wanted, and he was surprisingly straight-forward and calm about this. He'd been less calm about Krystalle's pups, but that was because these pups were purposely made, in a way. Mars knew what he was doing when he was doing it, and he did it anyways. They were almost made to make his claim on Orin. He wanted this woman, forever and always.

The only thing he didn't know at the moment was what to do about Krystalle Horzana.

Orin Takekuro · 05-22-2012, 11:40 PM

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Her eyes trailed after the sheep when he ran off after being shooed by Mars, and for a moment she was sad to see him go. The thing was silly and persistent and annoying, just her type. But still, she didn't need any holes in her clothing, so she didn't undermine Mars by calling Axel back. Taking Mars's hand, she walked with him into the house, unclasped her cloak and draped it over a chair, and then sat on the couch. After he returned with the water she took a long drink, her eyes looking at him even though her face was hidden behind the cup. She knew what he was thinking, it was all she could think about too. And finally, thankfully, he just went ahead and said it.

Her eyes confirmed it before she did, as if her plump belly did not. She took the cup away from her mouth and rubbed her lips with the back of her hand, staring into the water for a moment before turning her golden eyes to meet Mars's ice blue, and then she nodded. “Yes, of course I am. And it's damn inconvenient.” Surprisingly enough, her voice didn't come out as meek and unsure as she thought it would. She thought it would be difficult telling him, but now that she was in the moment it felt natural, it felt right. A small smile cracked her muzzle. “It's not like we didn't know what we were doing,” she joked, for they had both known she was more than fertile in that moment when they came together.

“I don't know what to do. I haven't... thought about it much,” now the jest was gone from her voice. “I don't know what kind of life I would give them alone, and I didn't know what you would think either.” She stared into the cup again, one ear turned toward him as he spoke.

“Mars, d'Arte is my pack. They are my people, and they are my children too. They belong as much to d'Arte as they do to me or you.” Even as she said she words she couldn't make herself look him in the eye, she wasn't sure if she believed herself. She knew how fake the words sounded the moment she spoke them. She let a pause of silence stretch out as she thought about it. It felt like treason, thinking this way about her pack. She had lived there for over a year, so much of her life was devoted to d'Arte. Her daughters had been born there and Demetrius's ghost still walked those lands. Skye was her Capitana, and she had a new profession now, she had learned to tend the animals. How could she turn her back on them?

But it wasn't all just roses and sunshine. In fact, not much of it had been, and she knew she has always just been trying to convince herself different. When she thought she was in love with Shawchert she wanted d'Arte to be the place for her because it was what she thought was best for her family, but it wasn't. Even her daughters knew that in some way because they, too, had both left. It was the last place her family wanted to be. So why would it be any different for this one?

She sighed and tried to shake the thought. Anyway, it didn't matter what he said, she was an Artisan, and right now she wasn't really thinking clearly. “What do you want me to do then? Do you plan to take them from me?” She finally looked at Mars again. She didn't really think he would do that, she didn't really think it was what he was considering, but she also didn't think of the alternative.

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Mars Bartholomew Russo · 05-23-2012, 11:24 PM

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ooc: halalalaaaaaa.

He watched her facial expressions rather closely, and once she looked at him, he just looked into her eyes and listened. She confirmed everything and told him that it was inconvenient, and even had a smile on her face about it. She also joked about how they knew that this was going to happen. She was right. They did know, and they did it anyways. Yeah. Sorry to have placed that burden upon you.. he apologized, with a nervous chuckle and a hand touching his shaggy mane that needed to be cut again. He hadn't let anyone touch his hair lately though, because he didn't want it cut. You could say that he and Amon were having a hair growing contest because they both were going for the long hair look.

She admitted to him then that she did not know what she was going to do and that she hadn't thought much on the subject. Neither had he. No, that was a lie. He thought about it every single day. The whole day he was thinking about how he was going to break the news to Krystalle, and how he was going to handle this all. He didn't know how he was going to handle it either. He hated not knowing what he was going to do about things. Especially these things. He didn't want the woman to be in the other pack with his children, for he knew that they belonged in the Court, not with the Artisans, no matter how much better he felt among his own, the Artisans were not protected like the Court was. It was an easy target on the radar and that's why bad things happened there. Orin spoke of how they were Arte kids as much as they were his or hers. He scoffed lightly. They were made on Court lands. They should stay here, if you are going to play that card, Orin. The Court will be able to protect them Orin. That's something that D'Arte can't offer. the man simply took her words and twisted them, since she wanted to play that game and he also explained to her that the Court was simply much safer.

She then asked him what she should do, and if he was going to take them from her. There was no possible way that he could take them from her, so he shook his head. No, Orin, I can only hope that you see reason over pride. the man spoke to her, the words actually calmer than they would have seemed to be. I would like you to come to the Court, and stay here with me. We could raise them together. Maybe Amon and Paz would like some siblings... he spoke to her, not realizing what he was saying until it was out of his mouth. It wasn't like he had any other solutions to the problem, and he wanted to be with Orin. He didn't want this distance from each other any more, and he was now trying to fix that, not only for the pups' sake, but also for Orin's sake too. Maybe if Orin stayed, Hurricane would go away. That was one of the Russo man's hopes.

Please Orin? he pleaded to the woman.

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They were made on Court lands… she hadn’t thought about that. And there was no denying that if the children were one-half Mars’s, then they were also one-half Court blood. Was it not also true that there was a bit of the Court of Miracles in herself, too? After all, it was the first pack she had ever been a part of, and the place she would always remember as her first true home. She had bloodlines here, both physical and figurative, even if Niro was gone traveling for now, and this was one place she had always been welcome. It was even a woman from the Court, Alaine, who had delivered her first litter. All of the lines led back to the land of Miracles, it was just a matter of Orin opening her eyes long enough to see.

She stared at the bottom of the cup, her ears dropping back when he talked about matters of pride. “This isn’t about my pride, this is about who I am. Who we are.” She said softly, though still stared lackadaisically into the bottom of her cup. “This is more about loyalty, if anything. Cercatori took me back after I disappeared without word. I was a part of the pack’s founding. How can I turn my back on that?” Now her eyes turned to meet Mars’, and she saw something there. By the look in her amber orbs, it was all the answers she ever wanted. Because it was then that he spoke without thinking, spoke the thing that she wanted yet could not admit to herself. She wanted to come back to the Court.

She was quiet for a minute, and just sat staring at him. Though her ears perked up and her eyes became bright. She was pondering, yet the wolf in her already answered, even if it would take herself a minute to get it.

“I… move… you…” she stumbled over her words when she finally tried to speak. For a second her mouth hung open and then she took a deep breath, starting over. Her voice was thick with emotion. “M-move back to the Court? With you? I never thought you would want to...” Then the pregnancy hormones took flight and her eyes welled with tears. Her expression was illegible, that strange look when happy tears overwhelm a person and make them look miserable despite their elation.

“You mean to raise them as a family?” Next, without thinking, she asked the very questions that he, too, had been dwelling on. “Are you sure? Do you really think Amon and Paz would be okay? What… would you tell Krystalle?”

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Mars Bartholomew Russo · 06-21-2012, 08:33 PM

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OOC: halalalalaaaa

The fame; the fear; the social circle that you can't get near; the drugs

He watched as his words seem to get the female thinking. He almost scoffed at her words that were to come, but he did not, for the man was silent, and respectful towards her opinion. He didn't want to be respectful to her decision, but he did regardlessly. She continued on to speak of how it was loyalty that kept her in the land of Art. Mars remembered back when he had respect for the pack, for the leaders, for their message. He still enjoyed their message, their music and games. In fact, he missed it in a way, but there was little way he would ever step foot onto CdA lands ever again. She stumbled upon words when he had suggested that she moved here, and he nodded his head to her stumbling over her words. She finally was able to spit out a question, and then an assumption.

She then started to cry, and Mars didn't know why, whether because she was sad or happy, but the next questions that came were ones that told him. I don't turn my back on my puppies like my father did to me. Of course I want to be there for them. spoke the man with a confident nod of his cranium. Then she asked if he was sure, and then whe dreaded question that he did not know the answer to himself. What would he tell Krystalle? The truth, he guessed. She knew about Mars liking Orin for a long time, so it wasn't too much of a surprise to anyone really that this was going to happen when he had the chance (and appearently he got the chance). Mars nodded his head again. As sure as I ever will be. spoke the male, his tail wagging lightly as he spoke, something of a signal of reassurance. Amon and Paz will be fine. And Krystalle will just have to live with the truth... Her and I aren't mates, or anything.. he spoke and shrugged lightly as he looked at the woman. There were so many secrets she did not know in the relationship between Mars and Krystalle. Most of the relationship was just plain fucked up anyways.

He leaned into her and he wrapped his arms around her, affentionately, much more than he had ever been with Krystalle. Normal occasions were that Mars wouldn't even touch Krystalle as Mars, only as Bartholomew. Bartholomew was the one who Krystalle loved, and Bartholomew was the one who loved Krystalle. Krystalle claimed that she loved all of Mars though. The Mars, The Bartholomew, and in recent times, the sociopath; Hurricane. She's more like....a friend...I....made a mistake when it happened... Hurricane didn't do it on accident, Bartholomew probably wanted the pups too in some part of his mind. Mars did not want them, but he dealt with them, and then he fell in love with them. They were his progeny through and through. Amon was almost exactly like Mars, and Paz was his little princess. Mars loved his children, and he always would. He couldn't be accountable for what Hurricane thought of them though...

This isn't a mistake though. Please don't make it be. I want to be there for you, and for them. Just...give me a chance? he spoke to her as he leaned his chin on her head. Orin, I honestly don't think I can live without you anymore... he told her, really not wanting to see her leave yet again. He was so tired of seeing her leave. He wanted to see her all the time, like he saw Krystalle all the time. He wanted that for himself. Part of him thought that he deserved it. Another part wanted to condemn him for all of this happening.

Mars speaks Bartholomew Speaks Hurricane Speaks

My dreams will never change.

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It’s not like she could blame him for the mistake he made with Krystalle, she had done the same thing with Shawchert. Her first litter – Demetrius, Titania, and Juliet – had been the result of a night of friendship that had gone out of hand. After that, Orin thought she loved the man, and for a time she did, but it was a love that wasn’t to last. She tried to make a life with Shawchert, tried to become his mate, but after putting it off for so long she eventually realized that she did not love him deeply enough and left. How were her children much different than Mars’s and Krystalle’s? Well, one difference was that Mars was still living with Krystalle. She believed everything he said, and it wasn’t his own word that she was worried about. More like it was what Krystalle might do, for she didn’t know the woman. Krystalle wouldn’t harm her own childrens’ brothers and sisters, would she? Or Mars? Or herself? Orin couldn’t think about that. What she had to do was trust in Mars to make it right, and she decided then and there that she would.

For a moment some part of her was saddened when he mentioned his father turning his back on him. Orin had known Rurik and was fond of the man (perhaps that is part of what drew her to Mars in the first place), but there was no way she could deny whatever it was Rurik had or hadn’t done to Mars in the past. At least in some way it benefited this situation, giving the father motivation to stay for his children.

She nodded slowly. “Ok, Mars. I trust you… make it right with Krystalle, and we’ll come live here.” He reached out to her and wrapped his arms around her, and she couldn’t help but melt into the warm embrace. The affection was like a balm, calming all of her ailments then and her tense muscles eased. One hand remained clutching the cup while the other reached up to wrap around his arm, returning a half hug.

“I know what it’s like to make those mistakes,” she said softly as she rubbed her cheek against his bicep. It was a little funny, she really understood his situation but was he forgiving of her own? He despised Shawchert, and he seemed to hold a grudge over the mistakes she had made when he was guilty of the same crime… at least, from what she knew. Orin had no idea that there was yet another facet to Mars’s personality. She was aware of Bart, she was in love with Mars, but she knew nothing of the monster that lurked beneath the surface who had really been the creator of Amon and Paz.

He spoke words directly to her heart as he rested his chin on top of her head. She liked the closeness, the comfort. Her eyes closed for a moment as she thought. ‘ I honestly don't think I can live without you…’ She had heard words like that before, but never had they sounded so sweet. Never had she welcomed them this badly. Her heart skipped a beat, and then she opened her eyes and moved out of his arms.

But her movement wasn’t to get away from him, it was so she could turn towards him, and in a fluid motion she set the water cup down and swung her leg over his so now she faced him, sitting on top of him and straddling his lap. Her arms went around his shoulders and she looked down into his sky-blue eyes, her pudgy belly touching high on his. “Okay, I’ll give you that chance.” She said as she leaned forward and kissed him.

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Mars Bartholomew Russo · 06-22-2012, 11:00 PM

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ooc: It's been awhile since i've used this smexy tableness <3

She gave into his pleas, and he let out a sigh of relief. All he had to do? Make things right with Krystalle. How could he make things right with her, when things were so fucked up between them? Mars needed to think long and hard about how he was going to handle this, and he prepared himself mentally for this, or at least he tried to prepare himself. There was little preparing yourself when it came to the one person that knew you better than not only the one you loved, but also yourself. He solemnly nodded his head in agreement. He would try to make things right, he guessed, but he couldn't promise that she wouldn't flip her shit anyways. It was only natural for her to be overly pissed at Mars, because she had given up everything to be with Mars, and the woman said so herself many times, she hated Nova Scotia. She didn't want to be here. Maybe him being with Orin will let her lead her own life rather than just sticking by someone who will only love her half as much as she loved him. The fact about it was that Mars loved Orin more than he loved Krystalle, despite the amount of time and devotion the woman put into him. He gave her something to remember him by, he guessed. He almost wished he could give her more. He was too busy giving Orin all he had though. A consolation prize for Krystalle would be the children he provided her with, while Orin would be getting so much more. Or at least that's what Mars thought.

Apparently she knew what it was like to make his mistakes, even though it wasn't completely his fault, these mistakes. He failed to tell her the real reason for the birth of Amon and Paz, but he also found the reason to be rather.... unnecessary considering that he failed to even tell his own children why they were conceived when their parents were not mates. Mars pushed the thoughts of his current children and his mind went to his future children, and his life with Orin at his side rather than Krystalle. It would be different, this was for sure. This was not a bad thing though. Different could be a good thing. Hopefully it meant the end of Hurricane. That's all that Mars hoped really.

He was stuck in his own head so much that he almost did not realize that the woman pulled away from him, but the movement of his arms and the movement of warmth away from him had told him that something was happening in the real world, so he stepped back up to the plate and blinked a few times before he looked down at the woman. He moved quicker than he was expecting as well, for one moment she was beside him, and the other moment she was on top of him, making his back and rump slide back into the cushions of the couch that they sat on. He sighed contently before the woman kissed him, and he returned the passion of that kiss. When it was broken he smiled his most charming smile he could put on his face. I will take that chance with pride then, my love. spoke the male as he gave her another kiss and then he let a hand go to the woman's stomach. He wanted to feel the children that were growing inside of her. Once the kiss was broken again, he gave her a kiss on her pudgy belly and then he smiled back up at her. I love you Orin. I love you, and I love them. he spoke to her and he rubbed her growing belly with his mismatched hands.

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Orin Takekuro · 06-24-2012, 01:18 PM

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“We love you too,” she answered for herself and for their progeny. Orin knew how this worked, it would seem like just the blink of an eye before the children were answering for themselves. She leaned forward and gave him a sincere kiss on the cheek, then looked down at his hands on her belly. They had been growing for just a few weeks but already she was plump and round, and soon enough they would be active little critters in there. She had already felt them move a few times. She smiled as she looked at the hands that felt her.

“You know what's best?” she asked softly, her eyes turning to look into Mars's. “I don't think you'll fail us. And I think I'm happy...” she paused to kiss him again, “...for the first time in a long time.”

Her hands went to the back of his head and she ran her fingers through his hair, then leaned forward, trying to sit so that he could still feel her tummy if he wanted to but so she was nestling up against him. She rest her head on his shoulder and nipped his neck, then cuddled into the spot. Soon enough they would be able to do this more and more. Would she live here with him? Probably. But she knew she needed to be careful until she was secure about Krystalle, and part of her was considering a back up plan in case the woman would not leave. Moving to Cour des Miracles was a risk, but one she was willing to take for their family.

“I'll tell Skye when I go back to d'Arte,” she said, wondering if the man had thought about the fact that she had to return there or if he just hoped she would never leave here again. “I will gather my things and try to be back here within a week or two.” That timing was scary, it was cutting it very close to the day her pups should arrive, but she was sure she could be back with her stuff, with Soraya the Cow, and with the piglet, by then. Traveling back would be harder, though. Her pregnancy will have advanced by then, and she knew the mare Spot belonged to d'Arte, not her, and she would not be able to bring her along when she returned, so she would have to go on foot. Also, it was too late to transform safely for the babies, so she would have to herd the livestock and travel on two legs, with her pot belly. It was all rather scary.

But when she sat up and looked into Mars's eyes, the tumult within her own faded. A soft smile came to her muzzle. Yes, this felt right. She needed to give it a shot. They had been skirting around this for a year, the two of them, best of friends but never admitting how they felt about each other. The puppies had been made by mistake – or was it? - but it seemed a lot of good would come of it.

She leaned forward again and kissed Mars, then nestled down into him again. She felt safe here, in his house and in his arms, and she had been traveling and was so tired. Yawning, her eyes began to flutter closed. “Before I go back can I take a nap?” she said sleepily, but already she was dozing, her body preparing to refresh so she could begin the journey that would have her return to Cour des Miracles, and have this family with Mars Russo.

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