Kee[p] Your Hopes Up High

Mars Bartholomew Russo · 07-02-2011, 04:09 PM

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OOC: p. Krystalle +5

The two had taken to Piccolo Village with their family, Mars finding the mansion that most of the pack members had lived in to be a little bit overcrowded. He felt uncomfortable with all of them only rooms down, and had taken to living away from the pack, in the village with his family. They had a nice house that had been overcome by vines, but Mars had been working very hard to get what he could off of the house. Axel and Vox also were out loose in the yard that they had (Mars made sure to pick one with at least a partial fence so that they could have some order with the two hoofed creatures) so they were easily seen from the second story window. Mars had picked a house that had four bedrooms, just in case Krystalle wanted her own room, and when the children were older, he figured that they would want their own rooms as well. He'd also gone into the other houses surrounding them and he had stolen a few pieces of furniture and an few dishes and other little miscellaneous things that he found that they could use around their house such as but not limited to candles and other little shiny trinkets, and even some fabric and toys for the pups. Mars even found a necklace that he thought would look good on Krystalle. He knew she had been in a bad mood lately so he hoped that the woman was happy with the work he was putting into the house to make it nice for them and their children, and the extra little gifts that he had been finding for her.

He'd entered the house with a couch that was full of random things, pulling it through the door and then placing it in front of their fireplace. This couch-chair would be the third one that he would move in front of there, and he knew that he only needed one more for the kids to have their own. For now, since he could only find three, he figured that they would have to live with sharing them. Once he had been done pulling the couch into the house, and placing it, he took the stuff off of it and he started to place those objects around the house. He placed the few candles he had found within a pathway in the house so they could light candles for when it was night time and they wanted to read or write or just walk down the hallway without having to let their eyes get adjusted to the dark.

Krystalle! the man chimed to her, his voice actually sounding like it was happy, and excited, in which he was, because he hoped that the jewelry that he had found would work for the woman. His curled tail even wagged softly from side to side for her to come down, with or without the children whom were growing everyday. He wondered if they were down for a nap already or if they were awake, if they were, then Mars would have some new toys for them to play with.

Krystalle Horzana · 07-04-2011, 10:39 AM

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O_O This is a totally lame post. I am...so sorry.

Krystalle Horzana

baby, you're a firework

The Dreamer land was pretty, and large, and she didn't restrict herself to the small home that they'd chosen (or that she'd chosen, really) like she had in the past. Instead, she found herself walking. It didn't matter that she had children to watch, she simply found it more calming to walk away every once and a while and clear her head. Pale pink eyes studied the earth, and the sky and the plants and she sighed. It was certainly better, so far; she wasn't faced with the same problems she'd seen in the other packs that had frustrated her so much. Of course, there was still the small fact of her family — or his family, since she'd seemed to fall away from being a capable mother.

Her name was what drew her back to the house. Arms crossed, head down, she found her way into the small ruined village and toward the blue-roofed home that they shared. "What Mars." Though it was still very subdued, happiness was coming back to her voice; whether it was directed at Mars and her small family or not was yet to be seen.

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Mars Bartholomew Russo · 07-09-2011, 06:05 PM

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The man looked around the house, and his ears folded back. Krystalle had not come out right away, and instead of coming out of the upstairs, where the pups would be, she came from behind him, in through the front door, as if she was just arriving, and she was. He noticed right away that she had no pups with her. It made him nervous that she had left them alone for a period of time, but he figured that they might have been sleeping or something. He hoped that they had been sleeping and not in trouble or anything. His ears fell back on his head and he turned toward the woman finally, and she had asked him "what". It had been slightly stressful for the man that the woman had been so unhappy lately, so unable to be pleased no matter what he did, how hard he tried. He hoped often that the next thing he would try to do for her, that she would be happy about it, like she used to be happy about everything. He didn't want her to be this stuck up bitch that she had taken up recently. He didn't mean to make her like this. He didn't want her to be like this forever. He hoped it'd fade away in time.

He held up a necklace to the woman, hoping that it would be of good taste for her. I found this for you. I also found some more fabric, so I can finish your dress. Would you like to help me with measurements, Kryssy? the man asked her, hoping that she would be able to help him with such a task since it had been some time since she had done so for him, and he knew that with the coming fall, she would want to take back to clothing, and no offense to the woman, but it had been some time since Mars had made something for her that hadn't had holes in it by now, or had not fit her correctly. He wanted to make her something beautiful, not only for his own pleasure, but so the woman felt good. He wanted her to feel like she was beautiful and to look beautiful as well. Were they sleeping when you left? he asked as well to the woman.

Krystalle Horzana · 07-12-2011, 01:33 PM

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Krystalle Horzana

baby, you're a firework

He didn't seem pleased to see her as she entered the house behind him — more concerned with the children than her well-being. She grimaced at the idea, unable to see the error in simply leaving them behind; of course, they had been sleeping and she hadn't gone far, so it couldn't be so awful, could it? A white-tipped hand rubbed at the side of her face while she waited for an answer to her question. He held up something for her to see, explaining that he'd found it for her with some fabric to finish her dress. Her eyes narrowed to see it more clearly, features softening to trace affection as she reached for it. Did she want to help him with measurements? Her poor mood lifting slightly, she offered a nod in response, passing him to go into their shared home. "Yeah, can help some, prob'ly." A sigh punctuated her words and she dropped onto a piece of furniture to watch him.

It didn't take long for him to ask about the two growing pups, and a grimace took over her face quickly. "They're fine, Mars, chill out." She was sure they'd been asleep — if they hadn't, at least one of them would have followed, most likely the outrageously rambunctious Paz. Another rub to the side of her face ended her words, pale eyes staring upwards at the ceiling as she waited for her live-in friend to check on them, just as she expected him to.

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Mars Bartholomew Russo · 07-17-2011, 05:23 PM

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OOC: hope you don't mind the small pp +5

He had been the more protective of them it seemed, since he had been aware of the happenings in Crimson Dreams and he was not about to have a repeat about what had happened. Mars looked at her face as it looked different for once in a long time. She finally had a smile on her maw, and Mars returned the look with a small smile of his own. He handed her the necklace and nodded his head when she had spoken that she would help him with measurements. This made him even more happy because he had been waiting for too long to make her something new. He did not like to see her in rags, and after awhile, he always thought that his clothing looked like such. He noticed awhile back that her kilt was faded and it had been starting to get ripped at the edges on the front, and that was unacceptable to him. He planned on making her a new one eventually.

She told him to chill out when it came to the pups, and he let a frown form on his face. He huffed lightly and then he tapped his foot anxiously. He then moved away from the woman and went up the staircase to go do what was expected of him, as a worried father whom didn't know how else to act. He opened the door slowly, and was greeted with no noise, but the puppies laid on their bed, sleeping like their mother had left them. They did not stir from their spot so they were pretty out, and Mars watched them for a moment, making sure each of them were breathing before he had slowly closed the door and he walked back down stairs to the woman. He nodded his head as if to silently tell her that they were okay and sleeping still. So where did you go? Anywhere interesting? the man asked her as he moved to go to his trunk of fabrics that he had. He found the trunk here in this house and decided it was good for him to use for putting his fabrics and also his measuring tools. He opened the trunk and grabbed his tape measure and a pencil and paper that was also in there for such a purpose. It held the woman's old measurements in which he had read and then he looked at the woman. He noticed her hips were wider now, and her bust was also different than he was used to. He held up the tape and then he moved toward her and he wrapped the tape around her chest first and took that measurement.

This action was more awkward than it normally was for him though, because they were so close and he was technically touching in an 'inappropriate' way. Even though he knew that his hands touched her plenty of times in this fashion it was still weird for him to think so hard about it, and it was weird for him to think about him, the asexual he was, touching herin this way. It would have been weirder if he had gotten turned on, this was a given. You've uhm...gotten bigger up here... he pointed out, actually verbalizing that she was bigger up in her chest.

Krystalle Horzana · 07-23-2011, 10:37 AM

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She watched him check on the puppies, pale eyes remaining apathetic to the entire situation as he climbed the stairs and then came back down and gave a nod. Probably to signify that they were fine, still asleep. Something she didn't really care about at the moment. His questions moved from the children to what she did while she was out, asking if she'd gone somewhere interesting. Krystalle snorted. "'s all the same here, Mars, nothin' 's interestin'. I hate it here." It was the firs time she'd really voiced opposition to her new home, not simply the new pack but the entire temperate area she'd come to for him. 'Souls. Her eyes closed as she spoke. Talking about the world around her had become draining on her mind. Her ears focused on the sounds of dragging and opening and rustling as he got into the trunk that held all of his precious sewing materials.

Krystalle didn't flinch as he worked to get his measuring tape around her chest, eyes opening to watch his face as he worked. His anxiety over the moment was clear enough to her — one white-tipped hand reached out to rest against his chest, fingers combing gently through the fur there. His mention of her change in size caused her to laugh. "'s what havin' kids does, I guess." She could remember the women who'd had children back in her home and all were more rounded, wider, than the youths who still had yet to be mothers. Her laughter faded quickly enough, maintaining the composure she always had around Mars — if it'd been Bartholomew at work, she might have been more distracting. As it was, she was patient with him. "What're ya gonna make for me, huh?" A dull smile colored her features, followed by a wink of one pink eye as her teeth shifted around the multi-colored piercing in her lip.

Mars Bartholomew Russo · 07-25-2011, 01:15 PM

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OOC: image by Nat +5 (718)

Let's take this one day at a time
I'll hold your hand if you hold mine

She told him that she hated it here. Mars didn't have a feeling that she liked the place, but he never realized that she detested it as much as she did. He grew slightly more uncomfortable knowing that she hated it here. Mars was content with where they had moved to this time, and he had found himself to soon be ready to divulge himself into the culture and the people of Crimson Dreams instead of just being in Piccolo Village on their own. None of the others had come here, for what reason the Russo was not sure of, for it seemed nice enough for him at least. I'm...sorry... the male told her. He almost didn't know what to tell her about that. Is there something we can do to make it likeable for you? the man asked her as he continued to measure the woman. She did not flinch, nor did she move much besides taking her hand and touching his chest, and combing through the fur there. Her hand felt good against his chest, but he did not really have much of a response to it because he was not the one whom was like that. Bartholomew would have probably thrown his arms all around her or something of the sort.

She laughed at his mention of her breasts getting bigger, and then commented about how having kids would do that. Inside he felt bad because her having their children was obviously his fault, since without sperm you cannot make children. He knew that deep down that he was the reason these children existed. He did not speak, but he gave her a half smile, pathetic it was. She asked what was going to be made or her, and he had to actually think about that first since he had not really gotten that far with thinking about what specifically he was going to make. He normally took dimensions first and thought about the design later. He paused for a good minute, repeating the number that he had found to be the woman's chest. I'm stuck between making you a new kilt and making you a dress. Your old kilt is sorta...old looking now. the man spoke, trying to find the right words for what was up with the kilt. Most of it was that there was blood stains on it by now. I'm still trying to finish that dress I started to make in early spring. So we can work on that too, if you would like to help with that today as well. the male told her, knowing that he had way too much fabric in the chest area for the woman on the dress. That's pretty much all he needed, and he also wanted to experiment and do frilly things to the dress for her, so that she could look extra beautiful.

Mars moved his hands from her chest to her her stomach that was now flat. He'd almost gotten used to the pregnant belly of the woman that it was almost weird for him to see her skinny all of a sudden and again. It was a relief as well though. Fatter Krystalle ate a lot more than skinny Krystalle, simple as that. Now she wasn't eating for four, so she didn't eat as much. He liked her either way because he felt almost obliged to by Bartholomew's left over emotions that sunk into Mars' side of the fence. In all reality though, Mars was attracted to the woman, for he probably would be lost yet again if he lost her as well. Let's just say that she had grown on him like a vine does a tree.

The male muttered the numbers under his breath before he glanced behind himself and he had taken the pencil and paper from the counter and he wrote down the sizes in inches and then he would move to her hips and repeat the process. Her hips also had grown, and he guessed that this too was from having puppies. Here too.. he commented almost under his breath with an interested flare to his voice. You have any requests or ideas about how it should fit? he asked, wondering if she wanted to put in some more input to what he would be making for her.

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Krystalle Horzana · 07-26-2011, 02:30 PM

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Dude, I think my posting funk is GONE. 418 words, +3 points.

Apologies were always strange to hear from Mars, and it made the woman study him more closely as he asked if there was something they could do to make her like it. She remained quiet for a moment, allowing her mind to take in that he was trying to make it better — another strange thing. A sigh preceded her words. "Ain' nothin' you can do, Mars, 've always just hated it. Hated Dahlia dee Mai, hated Cerc'tori D'Arte." Her shoulders shrugged slightly as she spoke. That was the short of it. She just hated this new place. She just hated that he hadn't remained in California with her. Why'd he want to leave? What purpose was there? What reasoning? For some woman who wasn't even there anymore? Her mind still remembered the pink-haired Orin woman, and her face faded into a frown. Was that why she hated this place? Out of simple jealousy?

The conversation continued as he kept working at her measurements, his words describing his ideas. A dress? She'd never worn a dress before, but he'd tried to make one for her in the past. Did he really want to see her in something she'd always considered frivolous? A girly item, an item she had never truly desired to wear. She was content in her worn-out kilt and leather jacket — it seemed he wasn't. The hand not preoccupied with touching him rose to push back the limp locks of blonde-touched hair that had fallen into her eyes as he descended to measure her hips. The movement freed her other hand, though she simply twisted bits of the man's hair around her fingers gently. "Trust you to make somethin' nice, Mars. You know me, I ain' picky." She truly wasn't.

A silence overtook her as she watched him go about his business, cogs in her Spanish-speaking mind turning around over and over. She'd been putting off what she was going to ask next, mostly because the pregnancy had been unpleasant for her, but it was time enough to do it. Another sigh, her jaws opened: "You think it's weird we ain' together even though we got kids?" In her home, it hadn't really been that way — real relationships hindered the ability to procreate, but even some of the Nakzhi devout formed pair bonds within the group, even if they maintained loose legs with others. Was Mars' home any different?

Mars Bartholomew Russo · 08-04-2011, 11:22 AM

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OOC: I was so lazy that i forgot to put words on this table and also sorry for the wait. crazy busy last few days >.<' +5 (860)

She admitted to him that she hated it here, and cda, and ddm. She hated the area in general. Besides ever pack that they had been to being absolute shit, he didn't understand why until he thought about it a little bit more. His silence was a mixture of him being slightly disappointed as well as him thinking about why she wouldn't like it here. He could completely understand that she was tired of moving, because he too was tired of moving. He didn't like having to pack all of his shit up and leave again like he had to do from Cda to Ddm and Ddm to here, Crimson Dreams. He found that them having to do that to be absolutely ridiculous and for the leaders to all of a sudden decide that they needed to leave was a bunch of bullshit. Everyone who led a pack so far had been untrustworthy, and ridiculous. He hated it. He truly did. He also was not interested in moving again, nor a war. He just wanted to live his life peacefully, and even then, he couldn't even have that. With his luck, some stupid shit would come upon Crimson Dreams now that he and she were part of the Dreamers pack.

He was still silent, almost trying to find the words to say to her. He almost wanted to ask her why she had come here in the first place, looking for him, when she could be where she liked to be, wherever that was. He foresaw this question becoming a fight though, so he made sure to avoid such a question that would be innocent but be viewed as guilty of trying to push her away from him. It's not that he didn't enjoy her company, it was that he could not physically return the feelings she had for him while he was Mars. When he was Bartholomew, it was a different story. He still did not speak, somewhat stuck within his own mind until the woman had moved her hand to play in his shaggy hair. He needed a hair cut, but he just couldn't find himself to cut it short like he always had for the warmer weather back in California. It felt strange to have the long hair, but it was a refreshing change for him he thought, and he didn't look half bad with longer hair. If she was playing with it like she was, then she must have liked it too. Either that or she just accepted him how he was. It was strange for him to think about this too, because it always turned back into how much she loved him and how he couldn't love her back. In the end it made him sad that he could not love her. She deserved better than he. She really did. Why she would and did settle for him was beyond his comprehension.

She had told him that she wasn't picky with what she wore, and that she was sure that he would come up with something that was beautiful for her to wear. He more than likely would, but he did want some sort of input on what she was thinking. Apparently though, what she was thinking was totally on the opposite side of what they were working on. She asked the dreadful question of if he thought it was strange that they weren't mates but they had children. Of course he thought it was weird, their whole relationship was weird. How she would be able to sleep with him when he was a different man was strange to him. How she could deal with his bullshit day in and day out was beyond him. I find it rather strange myself, yes.. he admitted. Why he hadn't asked her to be his mate because of the pups was because he didn't want to chain her to him. He wanted her to be able to look at other men and fantasize, and maybe perhaps fall in love with them, rather than him. I don't think that it would be best if we were a couple though. I don't deserve you, and to take you away from every other man on the planet is wrong... the male admitted to her, hoping that it wasn't the wrong thing to say. Sometimes i think you'd be happy and better off with some other male who wasn't....so insane.. the wolf-dog told her before he turned away from her and he wrote down the numbers he needed to before he looked back up at her, and into her pink eyes. I don't want to leave you to raise my children like my father left my mother though. I don't find it right to do so. If you would like, when they are old enough, I can move from this house and you can have whatever man you want here and stuff.. the man spoke, some truth being in his eyes as he promised her this. He would leave if she wished it. He couldn't promise that Bartholomew would stay away, but Mars, the personality would definitely stay away if she wished it.

Krystalle Horzana · 08-05-2011, 09:53 PM

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The question was clearly a poor choice, and though he admitted that it was strange, he didn't continue down the path that she was considering. Pink eyes watched with apathy as he went on about a lack of worth in him, as he spoke about a chance she could be with someone else. Her features hardened and she stood, turning away with floppy ears down. Her arms crossed beneath her chest. What was he talking about? How could he say what he was saying? Her self-esteem crumbled, mood fading from the possibly pleasant into the wholly displeased.

"Shut up, Mars!" She twisted on her toes to face the tri-colored Russo, grimacing as she attempted to keep back distress. "I wouldn'a come all the way here if I wanted to go 'n be with some other guy!" She'd followed him from her home, across the country, only to be turned away now? Quick strides took her toward the worn staircase, head shaking. "I don' wanna talk to you right now. 'f you really feel that way, 'll just go home." And up the stairs she went, searching for an empty room and slamming the old door shut. As the hinges creaked, she regretted it.

Mars Bartholomew Russo · 08-13-2011, 02:56 AM

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OOC: sorry for the wait. lately i've been horrible about keeping up. +3 (466)

She yelled at him, telling him to shut up. He obviously did not say anything that she liked. He really needed to learn to keep his mouth shut when it came to these things, but she had asked him what he thought about them having pups but not being mates, and she got the answer from him. She told him that she didn't want some other "guy" and that she wouldn't have followed him here if she did. He found this to make sense, but then he was confused of why she would want to be with him. He whom raped her against her will to make children that she possibly didn't love, or want from him. His curled tail had dropped and his ears fell back on his head. He didn't mean to make her pissed. He really didn't, he was just thinking about what was right for her, and he could not find himself to be right for her and her beautiful soul.

She moved away from him in a hurry, and he had dropped his instruments where he was and he chewed on his lip. He let a small whine pass his lips when she had told him that she would just rather go home if he was going to be like that. If he really felt like that. In all honesty, Mars didn't know how he felt. There were different parts of him that felt differently about the woman, and to him, he felt like she did not deserve all the shit that she had been put through because of him, and the stuff he'd continue to put her through because of his indecisive nature when it came to women. He looked at the floor as she went up the stairs and she slammed a door. He sighed lightly and he looked at the floor still, guiltily.

He didn't know why he would follow her only seconds later, but he did. He moved up the stairs, as him, as Mars, and he walked to the end of the hallway to the door she had hidden herself behind. His ears were still held back. He didn't open the door. He stood there. Krystalle...Truth is...I don't know how I feel. Everything in my head is...so jumbled up.. he spoke, looking at the door handle. I'm....sorry...I just...I just don't think I'm good enough for you...You have to deal with so much shit because of me...You deserve better, someone who won't hurt you like I have... he spoke, his voice loud enough to hear through the door, but riddled with regret, and with remorse. He didn't mean to hurt her like he has so many times before. He was an idiot. He didn't realize how good he had it to have someone like her. He really didn't.

Krystalle Horzana · 08-19-2011, 04:10 PM

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Her weight rested fully against the door that separated her from the rest of the house. The fact that Mars followed her almost touched the Latin woman, but that was erased as soon as he opened his mouth to speak. Her flopped ears listened. She remained silent. He was considerate, she'd give him that, but stupid. She'd chosen to follow him from California, from the faintly scorched remnants of the home she'd started to encroach on to this cold, damnable place that they lived in now. She missed the desert, but she stayed for him. She stayed for him and he was saying this bullshit. A padded palm slammed against the wood before the door was wrenched open by the Horzana woman on the other side. Pale pink eyes were alight with anger.

"Shut UP, Mars! It ain't up to you if I stay here or not! I love you, dammit! How many times I gotta say that before you'll just shut up?!" The stress of arguing her point with Mars caused the woman's eyes to water, and one white-tipped hand raised to wipe at her eyes. It was ridiculous. He was ridiculous. But what was she supposed to do? Bartholomew was the one who was a friend to her, not Mars, and so she didn't expect Mars to understand. Her head shook and she slammed the door once more in the face of the man. "Jus' leave me alone for a while, Mars. Ain't really in the mood to talk."

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