It's Okay, Don't Apologize
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May 6

Krystalle laid back in her room, looking over the various items that were in there. It was a comfortable enough room, even if Bartholomew was seeing her less and less. Mars was spending a lot of time with Orin and investing in her, and it made her miss them. Her eyes settled on her brush, and smiling she picked it up. She was just doing up her hair, and wanted to make sure that it looked perfect. With care she began to run it through the stocky mane that made up her mohawk, brushing out the strands so that they felt silky to the touch. It took time, the strokes methodical as she ran the brush through it. Once that was through she reached over and grabbed some sap, using it to stiffen her hair and get it to stand up.

Tilting her head Krystalle looked into the reflective glass that was there, studying her appearance. It looked well enough. Humming happily she turned and grabbed a few bracelets, along with a choker to match her outfit. They clinked softly as she moved, securing in her various piercings. She was going to look her best today. She had a date with Bartholomew. It had been a while, and she wanted to make sure that she made an impression. He wasn't going to forget her, and Mars wouldn't be able to ignore her either. She looked carefully in the mirror, seeing that she looked her best before heading out the door.

Proudly she looked over, seeing her son strumming the guitar. He was getting quite good at it, and she loved how much she took after Mars. It was a tough life, but so far he hadn't shown that he was going to follow Mars into the insanity that controlled his life. She listened to the music play through the air, Amon occasionally humming the words to the song that she was strumming. Paz was further out, probably doing her best to make friends with the other members of the pack. She was a social butterfly, rather similar to Krystalle in those aspects. It was good to know that her daughter hadn't let what had happened stop her from going out and facing others. She still felt the weight of her choice at times, remaining with someone that for much of his time loved someone else, but she wouldn't leave him. They had a family together, and they would stay that way.

Pushing such thoughts out of her mind Krystalle continued down, smiling as she passed pack members and nodding to them. It was time that she came out of her shell as well, and stopped dwelling on what wouldn't be. She could make some friends here, and seeing Bartholomew always drew a grin from her. It wouldn't be long before she saw him. Down at the pier, just like he'd promised. It was her birthday today after all.
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Word Count → 606 :: It's been awhile since Bart and Mars had an argument.

It's ironic when she screams my name and begs for more,
It's really sick, I have to tell you she's a 'Crazy Bitch'
I like the way she rides this dick

Mars had been in his house yelling at himself again. Orin and Svet had been out, and Mars had stayed behind because he was having an argument with his imaginary friends. Bartholomew was retaliating though to the point where Mars wanted to just kill himself and get this all over with. They fought over what the body was doing tonight. Mars wanted to stay in, play with his daughter, and be with his mate while Bartholomew needed the body to go celebrate Krystalle's birthday. Mars realized that it was important that Bartholomew goes to tend to Krystalle, if he wanted to make sure that Krystalle stayed around, but Mars wasn't so sure he wanted Krystalle around anymore, which was why he was arguing with Bart about it. There were snarls and curses flying in the air as Bartholomew finally snapped and tackled Mars to the ground and started to hit him. FUCK YOU MARS. I'M TAKING THE BODY! snarled Bartholomew as he finally got Mars to back off and he was able to control the movements of the body that they both lived inside of. He sighed happily once he was able to control the body, and he got dressed in his finest clothes. His white leather jacket hugged his muscular frame and he wore Mars' white skinny jeans to match. He put on Mars' black fedora, and he slipped on Mars' black scarf as well before he left the house.


It was uncharacteristically chilly on this May afternoon. It was refreshing though, and he enjoyed that it was chilly. He took the pathway to Krystalle's residence next door and he looked into the house to see his son playing on the guitar that he had given to him, and Paz dancing and singing with her brother. The two were artisans, that was for sure, but Bartholomew would never let them go back to the pack of Artisans, nor would Mars. There was trouble there, and even Bart wasn't going to let the two be subjected to the trouble once more. Where's your mother? asked Bartholomew, his accent thick and it was audible over the music that the two made. They paused to look at their father and realized that it was not Mars, but Bartholomew. They were old enough to start realizing the differences between Mars and Bartholomew. For instance, Mars never wore the white leather jacket, while Bart was known for it. Bart also had a Californian accent, while Mars had no particular accent at all. She went down to the pier, Bart. Amon spoke to him, and Bart nodded his head before heading out.


He took the short way to the pier, figuring that Krystalle might take the long way. He wanted to be the one waiting for her, not the other way around. He ran, and as he ran, he held onto his hat with his hand and he took long strides. Sooner or later he was there, and it seemed that his shortcut was not short enough because they both made it down to the pier around the same time. Bartholomew smiled as he saw the woman approaching and he gave a bark to her. Happy birthday, Krystalle! called the male as he trotted up to her and once he was close he searched his pockets for her gift. Where is it? he asked himself before he found the thing he was looking for. Aha! Here it is. he spoke before he held out his hand for her to place her hand in his. M'lady? he asked with a charming smile on his lips.

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Krystalle was just arriving, looking forwards to the time spent with Bartholomew. She didn't get much time to spend with him anymore. Not since Mars fell in love with Orin. She missed spending time with Mars as well. They had never been as close, but Krystalle understood him, and couldn't deny the draw she felt to the strange hybrid. She didn't regret that she didn't get to spend as much time with them anymore, and was willing to wait for him to spend more time with her again. She'd tried to leave him before, but it never really worked out. She didn't have any doubt that Bartholomew would be down there waiting for her. Even if Bart was around less than he normally was, it was her birthday, the one day that she was guaranteed to have with the man she loved.

The loud bark got her to turn, the bright female glowing as he showed up. Barty! Her voice was a happy yip, running over to him as well. They were quick to close the distance and see each other again, smiling widely. She loved how special her birthday was. She didn't have to worry about being alone or forgotten. Really, she needed to solve that habit of hers of being by herself. It just wasn't right to spend all that time cooped up alone. She could go out and socialize. She didn't always have to be waiting for Mars or Bartholomew to show up.

Krystalle watched him dig through his pockets, her eyes admiring his handsome figure. The black and white outfit was cutting, drawing an enormous smile from her. He looked absolutely handsome. She couldn't help but adore him seeing him like that. She lifted her hand and placed it in his, smiling. Sir. What was left of her tail wagged happily behind her. She loved his touch. She wished that she could have it more often, instead of just waiting for it to be given. There was no one else that could spark that fire in her. No one else was as intriguing with their divided sides. She'd wait for him all year again to be with him.


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