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27 September 2008 @ 05:53 am
 
Christmas time again.

It's... perfect. It's the best thing to wake up to. Family. Home. Love.

I feel like I'm taking life too slowly, tiny hobbled steps when I want the freedom to race forward, but I won't let myself. It's frustrating.

Cid is with me, every hour, of every day. Normally, neither of us would take to that. Though we're very close and enjoy one another's company, we're also the kind of person to enjoy our space and independence. We should be shying away from such constant contact. But right now, I need it, I eat his presence up like life-sustaining food, and he seems eager to give it. I suppose, in a way, it's true. Without him... things would have spiralled much earlier. I would not have this journal. I wouldn't be alive to keep it.

The twins, as rambunctious as they are, seem to bounce back and forth between us like magnets between poles. They'll run outside, and I'll follow, but I'll watch as they tackle Cid from my seat on the porchswing, and watch them roll and tumble and roughhouse happily in the tall grass; when they're all tuckered out, they come back inside, and it's me they flock to, piling themselves on me like puppies, their weight and warmth a comfort to me.

These are lazy days.

Life is good.

I am happy.
 
 
 
belong_to_boo on September 27th, 2008 01:36 pm (UTC)
"Ah! Goddamnit-"

Quip shoves up his welding mask, frowning fiercely, and examines his fingertips. Clumsy. He should have kept his mind on the goddamn work. That's what he gets for fantasising about couches and pretty little waifs on them. Naked. Panting the way he did, just after he kissed him, all flushed and porcelain, hair so fine-

"Stupid SOB."

He tsks irritatedly, and tosses his welder's mask onto the workbench, heading to the bathroom to bandage his fingers. In the background, he could hear the water running, and heavy splashing, and it made him quirk up a smile. Silly bastard, nothing was ever clean enough for him - even before the accident, it was all, "Quip, you have to do laundry more than twice a month" and "Quip, you can't eat off a moldy plate". Fussy.

He frowns. Hadn't he been doing dishes after breakfast, though? They hadn't eaten in between then... Iever wasn't cooking anything, hadn't finished baking anything... He tugs Doc's watch from his pocket and pops it open. Why the Hell was he doing dishes for two hours...?

He shoves the watch back into his pocket, finishes bandaging his fingers, and wanders out into the kitchen. "Babe?" He asks cautiously, finding Iever standing at the sink and furiously scrubbing something.

Oh shit.

He knew that posture. He knew those sounds. It meant something was seriously wrong - that something, probably in that pretty silver head, had provoked serious distress - even tears.

He moves up gently behind the slip of a man. "Iever? What's wrong, beautiful?" He asks softly.
Iever Aberley-Valentine: Ieverlem0n_pie on September 27th, 2008 01:42 pm (UTC)
"Nothing," Iever says tightly, his body rigid against Quip's. He scrubbing at an old coffee mug the way someone might try and scrub away years of burnt on food in an old, greasy oven.

Iever stops, sighing, brushing some hair out of his face with his arm. "... It's just... I just... I can't get the damn mug clean. The stains, they won't come out..." he says, voice small, and he shows Quip the mug. It has very fine marks, where years of coffee and dark liquids have seemed into the porcelain and permanently stained it.
belong_to_boo on September 27th, 2008 01:44 pm (UTC)
Quip frowns, and puts his arms about Iever.

"Babe, some of those stains jus' don' come out. But iffin it bothers ye so much, we can always get a new one," he offers.
Iever Aberley-Valentine: Ieverlem0n_pie on September 27th, 2008 01:49 pm (UTC)
Iever goes eerily still in Quip's arms, so highly-strung you could have plucked a tune from him.



"....What?"
belong_to_boo on September 27th, 2008 01:55 pm (UTC)
Feeling the tension in him, Quip pulls back some, resting his hands on his hips.

"Babe, s'just a dirty ol' cup. These things happen. Stains se'le in. They get all kinds o'chipped and broken. T'ain't worth cryin' over, Boo... we'll just get ye a new one, all nice and clean. Don't worry yer pretty head 'bout it none, a'right?" He says softly.
Iever Aberley-Valentine: Ieverlem0n_pie on September 27th, 2008 01:58 pm (UTC)
Iever's shoulders shake. He curls up, away from Quip, and starts sobbing, hard. It didn't sound like someone crying over a stained mug; it sounded like someone crying in despair, hurt and without hope. "I c-c-can.... get th-em o-out..." he sobs wretchedly, pleadingly.
belong_to_boo on September 27th, 2008 02:01 pm (UTC)
"Babe..." He reaches for the mug. "Just throw it out. It ain't worth your heartache."
Iever Aberley-Valentine: Ieverlem0n_pie on September 27th, 2008 02:05 pm (UTC)
"DON'T TOUCH IT!" Iever screams, wrenching away from him, cradling the sopping mug to his chest like a precious possession. He looks at Quip as if the metal worker had tried to rape him. "You lied! You said I could get better!" He screams at Quip, tears running freely down his face.
belong_to_boo on September 27th, 2008 02:07 pm (UTC)
Quip just stands there, staring at him stupidly.

"... what?"
Iever Aberley-Valentine: Ieverlem0n_pie on September 27th, 2008 02:10 pm (UTC)
Iever shakes the mug at him. "They wont come out. The stains wont come out! I've tried everything, everything.... I can... can... can s-still fee-l them i-in me.... H-oh god...." Iever backs away until he hits the wall, trembling and crying chronically.
belong_to_boo on September 27th, 2008 02:17 pm (UTC)
Quip hurries to him, hands outstretched to touch him, but hesitant.

"Boo - that what this's all about? Babe - Iever - listen t'me. I was talkin' 'bout a mug. Not you. You know better 'an that. You look, you look right this got-damned instant at your wrist. Y'see that? Yer wearin' my love 'n' devotion right there on ye. Ferget about those bastards. There ain't nobody inside ye, on ye, but me, babe."
Iever Aberley-Valentine: Ieverlem0n_pie on September 27th, 2008 02:25 pm (UTC)
Iever shakes his head, fingers clutched tightly to the mug. "I'm s-stained... stained... They wont come out, they won't e-ever come out, they've settled in," Iever sobs, using Quip's words. "I-I'm only good f-or throwing out," he cries, covering his face with his hands, holding the mug by it's handle.
belong_to_boo on September 27th, 2008 02:31 pm (UTC)
Quip throws caution to the side, and grabs Iever up against him. He snatches the mug away from him. He gives him a little shake, urging his attention, and holds up the mug.

"Iever. IEVER. Look at me, now. This's a mug. A got-damned mug, Iever. Not th'man I love, not th'man I wanna spend my life with. This mug, I c'n throw it away. I c'n break it. I c'n keep it ferever an' never use it. But I can't do a single one o'those things t'you." He turns the mug so Iever can see inside it. "Y'know what I see in 'ere? On th'inside? I see somethin' so beautiful and well-loved that I wanna keep it and use it every goddamn day, mornin' noon an' night. D'ye un'erstand, Boo?"
Iever Aberley-Valentine: Ieverlem0n_pie on September 27th, 2008 02:37 pm (UTC)
Iever looks up at Quip, his grey eyes large, wide, shining, spilling tears down pretty cheeks. His bottom lip trembles, his whole face so distruaght and tiny and child-like. He barely looked 12.

He looks at Quip to make it better.

"Why can't I stop dreaming about it? Why do they get to... rape me, again, and again, a-and. a-g..."
belong_to_boo on September 27th, 2008 02:44 pm (UTC)
Quip sets the mug firmly aside, and wraps Iever up against him, rocking him and stroking his hair. His jaw twitches with anger. He had known, how could he not? But to hear Iever say it, say it while crying, while broken and hopeless, drove home the enormity of what had happened - of how terribly they'd hurt him.

"They can't no more, babe. Vince took care of 'em. They're gone now. They're jus' dreams, jus' bad memories. They ain't never gonna git ye again. It's jus' me now. Jus' me an' you. They got no part o'us."

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