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Post by Laurel Serephine Forsyth on Jun 24, 2013 22:53:06 GMT -5
She was broken. There was no other way to say it, she was broken and there wasn't an easy fix. For her, there wasn't a fix at all, just an endless pain. Endless hurt. She'd been gone for a while, locking herself away in the Citadel, refusing to see, to hear anyone. Not even Micha. Not even the one being she told everything. She'd raged, she'd cried, she'd become battered and bruised and broken. Simply and utterly broken. She wouldn't have admitted it to anyone, but she'd been initially scared to return to school, scared to return to the place where she'd. Well, she wasn't willing to look at the past. Except every time she closed her eyes, every time she allowed her mind to wander she saw his face. She remembered. She remembered everything that happened and she couldn't take it. She had come back to school a few days ago, thinking she was okay enough, and admitting that something semi-normal would do her good.
It didn't. Laurel was broken and the only way to save herself from the pain was the bottle. She'd smuggled alcohol into the school when she came back, knowing she'd need it, however she hadn't been prepared for the stark reality of how broken she'd become. Tonight..tonight was bad. Tonight she'd broken down, tonight she'd pulled the bottle out from it's hiding spot under her bed, tilted it back and drank until she couldn't see straight. And yet, she still hurt. So much, so god damn much. It hurt knowing what happened to her, having her choice ripped from her, being so powerless, being so vulnerable. She couldn't take it, she wasn't strong enough. Especially not when that damned tattoo spread across her abdomen, mocking her, mocking her weakness, her pain. All she could do was hurt. She didn't want to hurt.
And there was one way, one surefire way to make sure she wouldn't feel that hurt tonight. She knew because she'd fallen into that rut a few years ago, she'd gotten into drugs and she'd not been able to feel anything. And that's what she wanted, to not feel anything. She just wanted to be, to exist, not to feel the pain and the hurt and the horror and the fear and the unending feeling of shame and self-loathing for allowing herself to befall such a fate. And who would be able to provide her with this means of escape? This only way to not feel, to not hurt? Tripp. She hadn't talked to him in a while, not since..not since Oliver. She hadn't given him any word after Oliver had raped her. She'd locked herself up in her room in the Citadel, refused to talk to anyone.
However, she was going to change that, right now. She stumbled from her bed after snatching a small bundle off her bedside table, yanking the door open to her empty dorm room. A dorm room empty except for a silent figure in the window frame, a silent figure who'd only had a choice but to sit and watch her beloved friend destroy herself with the now empty bottle on the floor. But Laurel had too, because she couldn't, wouldn't feel this pain anymore. She couldn't do it. She wasn't strong enough. She padded barefoot down the hall, occasionally steadying herself with the help of a sturdy wall, forcing herself forward as she pushed the long curling locks of her hair out of her face. She marched past a few people still up at this time, not bothering to stop or even acknowledge any of them. She had one thought, and one thought alone.
She had to stop the pain. She left the female dorm building, not caring if anyone saw the clearly intoxicated state of her, her steps halted and stumbling. She wandered right into the male dorms, right past a few of the male students, her mouth set in a firm line as she clutched the little bundle of money in her hand, intent on getting exactly what she wanted from Tripp. She needed too, and he was the only drug dealer she knew of, mostly because she didn't care to find out who the other dealers were. (an attempt at keeping herself from drugs before the things with Oliver happened). She knew where his dorm was, it wasn't like she hadn't hung out with him there a time or two. She'd enjoyed hanging out with him, she really had, but right now all she could think about was getting rid of the pain. There was only the pain.
Finally stumbling up to the door she raised a fist, bringing her curled hand down hard against the door before resting her forehead against the door's frame, waiting for him to open it. When the door did open she lifted a weary head, her eyes, her so very dead eyes, seeking out his own. "Tripp" Her voice was quiet, hoarse even as she tried to straighten herself, only to end up wobbling dangerously for a moment, her eyes closing to gain balance before opening once more. "I need your dealing expertise" She told him dryly before attempting to push past him and into his room. Tag: Tripp Words: 881 Notes: Hope this was okaaay << Outfit: Click |
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Post by Tripp Sanders on Jun 24, 2013 23:35:31 GMT -5
It was his night off. Like his usual nights except he didn’t need to do any of his business. Tripp had reluctantly finished all this school work, lately he seemed to get it done without thinking about it. It really surprised the professors that he suddenly started to finish his work and about fifty percent of the time he attended classes. They never asked him why and he’d never give them a straight answer if they did. It was her. He was hoping to bump into Laurel. They had spent some time on and off together ever since the night in the furniture store. It was his own little vacation from his usual monstrous self, when he was with her he felt normal…not so broken and angry.
So like his usual nights off he started his nightly free time with a good work out down at the gym. The systematical routine of work outs always seemed to put him in a fairly good mood and tonight was no exception. After showering at the gym he made his way back to his dorm room. Tripp had stood in the middle of his room for a good ten minutes wondering if he had the motivation to pick up his mess. Things were generally out of order, not like a complete disaster but it needed some work. It wasn’t a common thing for him to want his room to look a certain way, but lately he found himself picking up more often. Granted it wasn't a ton, but one might notice the recent lack of trash and dirty clothes that usually covered his floor and most of the available hanging places or flat surfaces of his room. It only took him about a half hour to pick up and he had put on some music while he did so.
Currently he found himself a bit bored so he pulled out the acoustic guitar he kept under his bed. It had been a while since he sat down and worked on any tunes. He had a new one he was trying to get out of his head and down on paper but after a while he realized that tonight was just not going to be the night that he finished it. So instead he played a song he had played a million times before. He was only half way through when he heard a knock at his door. That was odd. He wasn’t expecting anyone and other students knew better than to come knocking at his door.
Tripp pushed himself up and off of his bed, leaving his guitar to rest there while he was up. Quietly he grumbled to himself. Who in their right mind was banging on his door? Almost everyone that knew him and needed what he could offer knew that tonight just like every week was not the night to bother him. A deep growl started to rumble through his chest as he yanked the door open but it caught in his throat as he heard her call his name. It was Laurel and she didn’t sound right and she definitely didn’t look like she was doing well either. About a hundred different things swam through his mind in the blink of an eye. She started to wobble and he reached for her, grabbing her arms even as she tried to push past him. “Laurel, what the hell…” [/i] It was then when she was close to him that the smell hit his nose. She was ridiculously drunk and asking for his “dealing expertise.”“How about you just hang on for a min…”[/i] Tripp guided her into his room a little further and tugged the door closed and locking it up. This was crazy. He knew how she felt about drugs and he’d always been courteous enough to keep them mostly away from her, hell he even tried to keep from smoking his cigarettes around her. He remembered that look on her face the night she had slipped her hands into his pockets that held his nightly stash for selling. Tripp glanced around for a place to sit, guided her towards the edge of his bed and after pushing his guitar to the side he helped her to sit. He needed a moment, a moment to take a look at her. She had come into his room so abruptly he needed to get a handle on what was going on. “Just sit a minute and tell me what’s going on…”[/i] His words were uncharacteristically laced with his concern. From what he could tell her clothes were ok, she seemed to have all her limbs…she was just very drunk. Tripp ran his hands over his head, laced his fingers together at the back of his neck and just stood there a moment trying to process what could possibly be wrong, his brows pinched together. He waited, waited to see if she was too drunk to talk to him coherently or not. She couldn’t be too bad off, she did manage to make it into the dorms and up to his room. So what was the deal?[/blockquote] Words: 854 Muse: all like whoa Notes: I hope he made any sense at all lol |
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Post by Laurel Serephine Forsyth on Jun 25, 2013 0:23:11 GMT -5
The minute his hands touched her arms she tensed, her whole body going ridged before she shook her head, blinking furiously for a moment and trying to shrug him off. It wasn't Oliver, this wasn't Oliver, Oliver was gone. Gone, he was gone and it was Tripp. Tripp wouldn't hurt her. He wouldn't ever hurt her. Her muddled brain tried to keep up with what was happening and before she knew it she was planted on the edge of Tripp's bed, her lips pursed and her eyes tilting upward in a half glare. This wasn't what she wanted, she could still feel the pain and she just wanted to get rid of it. Trying to get the pain out of her mind she looked around his room, she'd been here before, this was familiar, this was comfortable. She could feel her heart restricting as her muddled brain reminded her she had been in a place of comfort when Oliver attacked.
Tripp's words washed over her, and her eyes moved back to him, studying him a moment before shaking her head. "No, I can't wait a minute, I need to not feel" She didn't want him to know, not him, didn't want him to know how weak and pathetic she'd been. How she'd let someone get the best of her, how she was broken and used now. Her hand holding the cash lifted up, waving at him as if that would make him take it from her. "I don't care what you give me, I just don't want to feel" It wasn't a question, it was an attempt at that stern, serious voice that her father used, that she thought might put across the point that she was dead serious about this. Instead it came out hoarse and quiet, half-assed. Her eyes closed, her hand dropping as her other hand rubbed absently at her forehead. A sudden assault of images had her eyes snapping open, her body jumping from the bed and wobbling dangerously once more.
She couldn't sit still, she was going to end up falling asleep, and she had nightmares, she couldn't deal with those either. The pain, the nightmares, they plagued her and she just wanted them to stop. "Fuck! C'mon Tripp, don't fucking do this to me! Just give me what I want." She glared at him, as if he was the cause of her anger, though she knew he wasn't. She was drunk though and she didn't want to feel, and she always got what she fucking wanted. She had too this time. She started pacing on unsteady feet, though she paid no mind to her little stumbles here and there. "I can't deal with this anymore! It's just tonight, just tonight, then I'll be fine, but I can't take it, I can't" She muttered to herself as she paced, a hand going to run through her hair, tugging at it lightly before she stopped abruptly, turning to face Tripp once more.
Her eyes narrowed before flickering around the room. If he wouldn't give her them she'd take the drugs. She knew where they were. His jacket, she just had to find it, just find his jacket and she'd be completely okay. She could forget about all this shit that was threatening to suffocate her, she could get rid of all the pain and the hurt. However, given her drunken state she'd not only mumbled her entire thought process out loud, but ended up tripping on her own feet, crashing back into the bed, where she simply rolled over and then lay looking at the ceiling, finding no reason to get up, as if getting up would make herself hurt more than she already did. "I hurt so bad Tripp" She just about whispered to him, unable to even think about anything else but the helplessness and pain she felt crushing her. Tag: Tripp Words: 660 Notes: << pushy muse made my word count drop |
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Post by Tripp Sanders on Jun 25, 2013 12:28:45 GMT -5
Tripp’s eyes narrowed a bit as she glared at him. What had he done to have her upset with him? It had to be the alcohol in her system and whatever bug crawled up her ass that was bothering her but she seemed to have it targeted at him all of a sudden. He stood there in the middle of his room, arms crossed across his bare chest and he didn’t move he just watched her. Her pleading struck a chord of sympathy within him and it made his chest ache. What had happened since the last time he saw her that would have hurt her so? He started to ask her “What is it-” [/i] but she cut him off again blaming him for not giving her what she wanted and the glare was back. He didn’t care much for that look, what happened to the girl that was laughing and joking with him last time they were together. Where did the girl go that melted under his kisses? The girl that made him feel less like a monster every time she touched him? That girl was apparently not home tonight, instead there was an angry and hurt version taking up residence tonight. He tilted his head a bit to watch her as she got up off his bed and stumbled about the room. Apparently she thought she could just help herself to what she needed, like he just left drugs laying around his room. “Laurel…your not-”[/i] he shook his head as she fumbled around knocking a few things over here and there. Well so much for picking up his room earlier. “You are not going to find what you want…”[/i] he sighed and let his arms drop to his sides as he walked over to the bed. He stood there looking down at her. “What the fuck has happened to you?”[/i] The way she was acting reminded him of another girl he knew, one that was constantly getting high to avoid whatever issues were haunting her. Lexi was drunk and high most of the time; Tripp was used to it because it was the only version of the girl he got along with. A stirring anxiety formed in the pit of his stomach thinking about it. Sure he and Lexi had a thing…mostly a give and take of what each of them wanted kind of thing. She got drugs, he got rough satisfying sex…and every now and then he’d push his fangs through her skin. Laurel could not turn into a girl like Lexi. Tripp couldn’t let that happen, he didn’t want to lose the feeling he got when he was around her and how well they seemed to get each other. He shook his head as he looked down at her. “Laurel…”[/i] Tripp sighed “I don’t know what is hurting you.”[/i] He reached down and brushed a few stands of her hair out of her face, his fingers lingering there for a moment. He wanted to kiss her, he wanted to take whatever pain she was carrying away and wrap her up in his arms. His mind slipped through a list of things that could help her feel better, but he honestly didn’t want to give her anything that she’d get addicted to. Once again he shook his head and sighed. He didn’t want to do this. He knew Laurel, she wasn’t an addict…anymore, giving her a bump off the wagon wasn’t something he knew she’d normally approve of but then again he’d never seen her so drunk before. It was a bad drunk not a happy let’s get silly kind of drunk. Tripp backed away from her, turned on his heels and started digging through a drawer in his desk. Tripp wasn’t dumb about his business and that was exactly way he was very successful in his dealing when others were not. The largest drawer was actual very shallow, he pulled the books and papers off the top and removed the wooden bottom, placing it on his desk too. Nimble fingers tapped in the code to the electronic lock and it unlocked. Tripp quickly fished out a little baggy and shut the door once again it locking automatically as he did. The baggy got put into his lounge pants pocket while he replaced everything back into the drawer just like it was before. Tripp turned around but didn’t cross the room, instead he leaned against his desk for a moment. “Laurel…I don’t think this is a good idea.”[/i] Look at that, Tripp the voice of reason? Boy this was fucked up.[/blockquote] Words: 764 Muse: concerned and conflicted Notes: awww look at him with a soft side |
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Post by Laurel Serephine Forsyth on Jun 25, 2013 13:55:53 GMT -5
It was easier to be angry at him, in the brief moments that her mind was focused on him, then to deal with all the other emotions swirling within her. Drinking had only amplified that for her, instead of dulling it, and she was desperate to stop the pain. All Laurel wanted to do was stop feeling, and she couldn't, in her inebriated state, understand why he wouldn't just give her what she wanted. She'd gotten up again, trying to find what she wanted, disregarding the fact that Tripp wasn't an idiot and his drugs were probably not out in the open. Instead she simply ignored him, not bothering to care as she knocked a few things over, until her own feet tripped her up and she fell, face first onto the bed. For a moment she just laid there before rolling over, staring up at the ceiling. As Tripp moved into her view her eyes moved over to him, blinking slowly as he asked what had happened to her.
She hadn't been willing to talk to anyone about what had happened to her. She hadn't wanted anyone to know, feelings of guilt and shame and hurt mixed together to make her try and hide everything that had happened, to hide herself away in her room at the Citadel and not talk to anyone. Her guilt had only increased each time Willow stuck a drawing under her door, each drawing so painfully beautiful that Laurel could do nothing but let them pile up by her door. In the state she was in now, now it didn't matter to her, now all that mattered was she stopped hurting. The reasons she kept quiet about what happened were gone, all she wanted was for Tripp to give her something to keep the damn hurt away. "He took my choice" Whether he'd understand what she meant by that or not didn't matter to her, especially when his fingers brushed some of her hair out of her face.
Her head tilted slightly to his touch, her eyes closing as, for the first time in weeks, she took some comfort in the small touch. It was short lived, in her opinion, as he moved away, her eyes blinking open in slight confusion. "Where are you going?" Laurel pushed herself up, frowning lightly as Tripp moved away from her, she didn't like that. She wanted him to come back over to her, not walk away. Her eyebrows drew together as she watched him dig around in his desk, her head tilting to the side as she watched him. He turned back to her and she barely saw him slipping something into his pocket, bringing her mind back to why she'd come. She watched his pocket for a moment, as if it'd suddenly move or something else equally as ridiculous before her eyes flickered up to his when he spoke.
He didn't think it was a good idea. But Laurel couldn't see any other way to go about it. It hurt too much and she couldn't deal with it. She just wasn't strong enough. "Please" She spoke quietly, her hands curling on the edge of the bed, her gaze stuck on his, unable to hid the hurt and pain she felt within from crossing her face. "I don't wanna hurt anymore" Couldn't he see how much she hurt? Couldn't he just, this one time, just do what she wanted him to do? Couldn't he just give her what she wanted? She was much too far gone to realize how dangerous this was for her, how easily she could get addicted to drugs again, and how hard it was on her to stop them. But she didn't care about that, not right now, not when she had something that hurt so much, clouded her mind and forced her to seek means to stop the hurt.
All Laurel wanted to do was stop the hurt, and now that her mind was back on that, instead of the touch of his fingers against her skin, she could feel that hurt well up, causing her to squirm slightly on the bed, her knuckles white from how hard she gripped the bed. She needed to be numb, to not feel, she just wanted to be. Not feel, she didn't want to be aware of what had happened to her, of what was plaguing her at every moment of the day, in her waking moments. In her sleep. She couldn't take it. She wanted to be numb, completely and utterly numb. And Tripp could do that for her. He could give her what she wanted so she could be numb, so she couldn't feel for the rest of the night. "It hurts too much, I can't do this anymore, please, I don't want to feel this anymore" Tag: Tripp Words: 814 Notes: lau'd totes appreciate his concern..if she wasn't drunk out of her mind << |
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Post by Tripp Sanders on Jun 26, 2013 10:49:55 GMT -5
Tripp didn’t move for a few moments, the word choice slipping through his mind. At first he wasn’t exactly sure what on earth her drunken ass was talking about. Then it hit him. Her choice. Someone took something from her that was only hers to give. Tripp could feel every fiber in his body starting to shake, he squeezed his eyes shut and tried to take some steady breaths to keep himself from exploding. He’d kill whoever it was. He’d kill him. After he tortured the living shit out of him…then he might just kill him. His fists clenched the desk so hard he thought he might break part of it off. He needed to stay calm, when every single part of him wanted to rip apart everything in his path he knew that it would only make things worse. Laurel would freak out and making her scared of him was the last thing he wanted to do.
Tripp filled his lungs with a deep breath and released his aching hands from their death grip on the desk. He started to take a few steps toward the bed but he could feel that he wasn’t calm enough, so instead he paced the room a bit. “I’ll fucking-” He continued to pace “Fucking son of a bitch.” He muttered under his breath trying to take deep breaths to bring his anger down. He needed to focus and stay calm. A few deep breaths later, Laurel was still pleading for him to help her and it broke him from his furious pacing.
“Laurel…” He wanted to take all her pain away, he truly did. He wanted to kill the son of a bitch that hurt her and help her heal as best as she could but one thing he didn’t want to do was get her hooked on drugs. He’d never let her turn out like Lexi, he’d do anything to keep that from happening. He knew the valium in his pocket would help her calm her shit down, but he also knew that it was a bad idea to mix it with alcohol. Tripp crossed the room to her as she writhed on his bed. He really did want her to be a bit more sober if he was to give her anything to dull her pain. “Laurel…” Tripp spoke softly, touching the side of her face so that she might look up at him. “I can do that…but,” Tripp sat down next to her scooting himself back on his bed a little bit “But…I don’t think it’s a good idea seeing how drunk you are.” Gods how he really didn’t want to let her hurt anymore, but he knew better than to mix drugs with alcohol.
This was killing him, he couldn’t stand seeing her like this. Tripp wasn’t one to care about others or anything like that, if it didn’t directly affect him then he didn’t give to shits. Laurel was a different story, ever since that first night they met Tripp knew that she was different, the way she made him feel was different. He actually cared about her, which was something very rare for him. Tripp gently brushed her hair back from her face again and looked at her for a moment. “Come here…” He offered her his hands to pull her up and into his arms, he wanted to just hold her if she’d let him…just for a while. “It’s ok, I’ve got you...” Words: 578 Muse: furious! Notes: sorry so short, I’m running on like four hours of sleep. Meh. |
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Post by Laurel Serephine Forsyth on Jun 26, 2013 15:51:53 GMT -5
Her arms wrapped around herself, as if she was cold, squeezing tightly as she pleaded with Tripp to make her pain go away. She was rocking slightly, just enough to be moving, not to be still. Being still brought time to think and she didn't want to think, she didn't want to feel, and she'd come here in an attempt to do just that. However, Tripp wasn't so eager to give her what she wanted. She couldn't see why, in her drunken state her only thoughts were getting rid of the pain, not potential damage to herself or moral dilemmas. She didn't see him react to her words about her choice being taken away from her at first, and when he started pacing her eyebrows drew together, taking in his sudden anger as something she did. She was the cause of his anger and she immediately stopped her slight rocking.
She hadn't meant to make him angry, what had she said? What did she do? She couldn't remember, couldn't really think straight and so she only hugged herself tighter, her head tilting downwards, as if the act would hide her and whatever she'd done to make him so angry. She only heard the anger in his voice, not his words and she struggled to remember what she'd done, why he was so angry. Suddenly he was there next to her, his fingers brushing across her skin and her head tilted up to look at him. For a moment, as he said he could help her take her pain away, she straightened slightly, hope blooming. He'd take her pain away, and she wouldn't have to worry about it. But his next sentence had her pausing, blinking before her eyebrows drew together, and she forced herself to close her eyes as the tears welled up.
Why couldn't he see she hurt? Why couldn't he see how much she just needed to not feel? She could feel herself tremble with the revelation that Tripp wasn't going to give her what she wanted, what she thought she so desperately needed. The hurt washed over her in a wave, crashing against her already weakened mind-frame and she barely caught the sob that threatened to tear from her throat. She'd been at her breaking point when she'd started drinking earlier that day, and now, now she wasn't even sure what to do, what to think and all she could do was think about how much it simply hurt. His touch had her eyes snapping open and a few tears streaked down her cheeks before she all but flung herself into his arms, pressing her face into the crook of his neck, trying to stifle another sob.
Laurel hadn't ever been one to cry, she'd cried once when her mother died, but otherwise she was a woman stubborn about not shedding tears. Now though she couldn't help them and in an attempt to hide the fact she was crying she pressed her face in the crook of his neck, forgetting the fact he'd very clearly be able to feel the tears. She hadn't let anyone comfort her, not her father, not her aunt (really more of a sister) Willow, and not Micha. She hadn't realized how much she'd needed someone, needed Tripp until he was there in front of her. "It hurts so bad, I just don't want to hurt anymore, I hate it, I hate it so much" Her voice was muffled against his skin, her arms tightening around him. Laurel wasn't one that leaned on others, didn't bug them with her problems, but she needed someone right now.
More so then she'd ever needed anyone before. The event with Oliver had shaken her world completely, no longer was she confident that she could handle herself. She'd found that she wasn't strong enough to get through this, wasn't strong enough to pull herself out of the slump that she'd been shoved into. Laurel didn't know if she could survive this, this terrible hurt and pain, the shame and guilt that flooded her every time she thought of what happened. All she wanted was to feel normal, feel alright. And she definitely did not feel right. Words: 701 Notes: Twas just fine darling. |
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Post by Tripp Sanders on Jun 27, 2013 23:46:57 GMT -5
Laurel had thrown herself at Tripp with more force than he had expected, but immediately he wrapped his arms around her. He never imagined he would see her cry or be this broken down, it had really caught him off guard. He wanted to make her feel better and he knew that he had options. The drugs were really a last option for him, he would not be the one responsible for sending her down that path. It wasn’t that he couldn’t take the blame, but in all honesty he cared for her too much to do that to her. Odd wasn’t it. Tripp being the one to actually care about another being on this planet…other than his sister. Who would have thought that would even be possible, Tripp had never thought that is was, yet here he found himself wrapping his arms around her and his own heart breaking a bit over her pain.
The tears she shed were wet and warm as they streamed down his neck, but Tripp didn’t mind. He took one hand and reached up to tuck her hair behind her ear so that it wouldn’t get damp and stick to her face, his hand then gently cradled the back of her head holding her close to him. “Shhhh…” [/i] he tried to comfort her as best as he could. It seemed like ages since he had held a woman who needed his comfort. There were a few times his mother let him hold her after his father had gone off after beating her. He could still remember her whole frame shaking with her sobs. “I know. I know it hurts babe.”[/i] Tripp’s eyes closed and he rocked her ever so slightly, giving her all the time she needed to just let it out. His mind drifted through years of memories, tears shed by his mother and his little sister. No one had ever needed him like this since he was younger. Tripp kissed the top of her head and swallowed down the knot that had formed in his throat. What could he do for her? He felt a bit helpless which was so uncommon for him. He hadn’t any idea who had done this to her, if she ever were to tell him he’d be able to do something about it. For now, all he could do was help her with what she was dealing with now. Yes, there was a nice little pill in his pocket that would make her feel better, but Tripp knew better than to mix drug with alcohol. If it were anyone else but Laurel he’d do to in a heartbeat without thinking twice. This was different; he actually cared about what happened to her. Before he knew it he found himself humming to her, still gently rocking. The tune was soft, soothing and gentle. It was one he had sung and played many a time before. It was Lilly’s lullaby. He continued, letting him repeat the tune a few times over. His hand that had been cradling her head came down to rub her back up and down gently. Tripp knew his best option was to buy himself a little time, to see if she could sober up a bit. Then and only then could he give her the pill in his pocket. There was no way he’d let her out of his sight while she was in this state or after she took the pill. Blame it on his control freak side or the fact that he felt the urge to be over protective at this moment. Either way, she was here…and she would be here with him until she felt better. [/blockquote] Words: 614 Muse: awwww Notes: who knew he could be so sweet? |
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Post by Laurel Serephine Forsyth on Jun 28, 2013 11:41:42 GMT -5
At first she was trying to keep her sobs down, trying to force herself to calm down, to stop crying. She hadn't wanted him to see her like this, neither her drunk or her sober self liked showing a weakness like this. She didn't cry, it wasn't something that Laurel did, she'd bottled her emotions up and shoved them down into a deep dark place she didn't touch anymore. But as he moved her hair out of her face, his fingers brushing against her skin, then going to cradle her head against him, well she couldn't help it. She cried, sobbed, and she couldn't help it, her fingers curling against him. Perhaps it wasn't just what had happened with Oliver that fueled her pain, it was quite a large bit of it, but with this new, fresh wound it opened up other scars, other memories and pain that she'd shoved down to try and forget about.
And now, with everything mushing together, with everything amplified by her drunken state, she was an utter mess of emotion that was clinging to the only thing that was solid, stable, and that was Tripp. The entire experience was a new one for Laurel, not only did she not express her emotions like this very often, if at all, she never sought comfort from anyone. Sure, a hug from her dad here and there, and she always was willing to give Willow a hug, but she'd never clung to someone. Never let her pain be a burden for anyone else. And now she was, and while she'd probably kick herself for it in the morning, she just wanted to be there, just cry, let him rock her gently, let him hold her close. Of course, he really didn't have much of a choice now, as her arms were locked tightly around him, not daring to let him go, not even for a slight moment.
Her crying had filled her attention, her eyes squeezed shut as she gave into the crushing helplessness and anxiety she felt over the entire situation. She'd let it consume her, let it over-take her mind and her thoughts and her feelings. And then she felt his hand rubbing her back, ,heard him humming. It took some time before she registered what it was, what the noise other than her sobbing was. Slowly, ever so slowly, her crying subsided, leaving her sniffling and with an acute pain in her head that accompanied a long, hard cry. Her breathing stuttered, something akin to hiccups, a result of her crying, but she was calming. The song he was humming wasn't familiar, not at all, but it was steady and each time he started it over she could feel herself relaxing a bit more until she was slumped against him.
Her head hurt now, but she accepted it as it was a pain other than the ache that threatened to squeeze her heart until it simply burst. She was okay with it, though she winced slightly every time her head throbbed, in time with her heartbeat. It still hurt, her heart, it still threatened to tear her apart from the inside, but she was calming down, listening to his humming, his hand rubbing up and down her back. She was silent now, almost holding her breath lest she end up stopping him in his humming. Her death hold on him loosened, and she just lay against him, her head laying on his shoulder as she listened to him hum, only slightly distracted by the sound of his own heartbeat. After a pause she felt her hand moving, as if on its own, moving to touch his cheek lightly, gently.
"That's pretty" She murmured quietly to him, letting him distract her from the raging hurt that'd brought her here in the first place. Her voice was rough, hoarse, and barely a whisper, still slurred as her eyes remained half opened. She felt exhausted now and her hand fell from his cheek, as if it weighed more than she could lift at the moment. But that was alright, because she had him to hold her up, just until she could do it herself again. Words: 700 |
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Post by Tripp Sanders on Aug 1, 2013 21:56:04 GMT -5
The rocking seemed to soothe Laurel but Tripp didn’t quit, he continued to move rhythmic and gentle back and forth. His eyes had slipped close and he continued to hum, letting his mind and memories take him away for a moment. Visions of his regular human life flooded through his mind. Images of his years growing up, his little sister toddling about, his mother cooking in the kitchen and his friends goofing off like young preteens do all flowed together in his mind like an old time slide show. Those were the things he thought about when he needed to calm himself, when he needed to remember at time when he felt normal, human and not the monster he had made himself into in this life.
His eyes blinked open at the touch of her hand upon his cheek. The humming stopped and he took in an unsteady breath. Tripp’s embrace tightened momentarily around her giving her a little squeeze. “Yeah…it is.” [/i] His voice was soft compared to the way she sounded. Tripp had noticed how she was suddenly more relaxed while in his arms and it pleased him greatly to know that he was able to provide her with a bit of comfort. “Laurel…” He spoke softly down to her “How about you rest? Ok…”[/i] he leaned back a little to look down at her. “I’m going to get you some water. I’m not leaving, ok? You lay down and get comfortable.”[/i] As much as he didn’t want too he forced himself to loosen his grip from around her and he moved away slowly to get up off the bed. His bare feet hit the floor and he quickly crossed the room to his bathroom. It only took him a few moments to find a cup and to fill it with some cold water. For a moment he glanced up at his refection in the bathroom mirror, his eyes narrowed as he glared for second at himself. What the fuck was up with himself lately? He wasn’t the kind of guy to care much about others and here he was being something closer to human by taking care of Laurel. He’d have to admit it to himself sooner or later that there was a part of him that really cared about Laurel. It was a concept that confused him on a nightly basis, tonight he wasn’t going to dwell on it. All he knew right up front was that he wanted to help her feel better and that wasn’t a crime. He had only been in the bathroom for a minute or so before he emerged and came walking back across the room a cup in one hand and his other in his pocket. Nimble fingers opened the little package and pulled the pill out from inside it, all while remaining in his pocket. “Laurel…”[/i] Tripp stood right against the edge of the bed and offered her the cup, if she didn’t move to take it he’d help her get it to her lips to take a drink but only after he placed the pill in one of her hands. “Take this. You’ll feel better.”[/i] He knew she needed rest and that was exactly what he was going to give her, a peaceful rest that would produce nothing back blackness until she woke up. Tripp would wait long enough to make sure she was satisfied with taking the pill and how much water she might need to drink before he’d take the cup and place it on a nearby night stand table. “You won’t be alone, I’ll be here.”[/i] Tripp climbed back up into his comfortable bed and offered his open arms to her once again. “I’ll be here the whole time.”[/i] He got comfortable on one side of the bed, leaving it up to her to snuggle against him or not. Either way he would be there, right next to her until she woke up. His plan was to stay awake and listen for her breathing, worried the alcohol drug combo would hurt her…call him a control freak. He didn’t care at least he’d know she was fine. [/blockquote] words:690 muse: holy crap i think he has been spending too much time with Easton notes: sorry i'm too lazy to check it for errors and stuff. hope it makes sense. |
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Post by Laurel Serephine Forsyth on Aug 2, 2013 21:46:28 GMT -5
As his arms tightened around her she shifted slightly, a spark of panic enveloping her as the only thoughts that could surface in her mind were ones that revolved around the dark and dangerous. For a moment her mind could only come up with images of that night, darkness from the tunnels beneath the city, the sound of heavy breaths and her own sobbing breathing. Her eyes squeezed shut and she buried her face against his chest, a few stray tears streaking down her cheeks. She made not a sound though, shaming herself for showing such weakness already, not allowing herself to prove herself any weaker. His gentle rocking was what saved her from another break, from another round of body wracking sobs and incoherent cries. She took in a shuddering breath as she leaned against him heavily, taking comfort from his gentle rocking.
Her eyes blinked open as he spoke her name, her head tilting up slightly to peek up at him. His words registered too late before he was already moving, her panic went through the roof as he moved from the bed, his words lost in the sheer horror she felt at him leaving her. She didn't hear his words for her to lay down, that he would be back, all she saw was him leaving. Her sluggish mind didn't comprehend that he would be back and she felt the tears well up again. Laurel had gone rigid, her body tensing completely and she clutched at the blanket on his bed, staring wide eyed at where he left too, praying, hoping, needing him to come back. All she could do was ask why he would leave her, why he would go. Had she said something? No no, she couldn't remember, but she hadn't. Right? Right.
Just as she was about to struggle from the bed, stumble off to find him, to beg him to stay if she had too, he came from the bathroom. Relief flooded her and she sagged onto the bed, sliding down to lay facing him as he walked towards her. Her eyes closed as her fists curled tighter into the blankets, once more the sudden burst of adrenaline was wearing off fast. His words made her blink her eyes open, her eyebrows drawing together as she tilted her head up to look at him, still sluggish, still out of it. He said her name and a smile curled onto her lips, small and pathetic but she liked the way her name sounded when he said it. "Tripp" She replied, as if saying his name was needed, and she felt it was. He was offering her a glass of water and something else. Her mind snapped back to the reason she came in the first place and she was struggling to right herself.
Her hand eagerly outstretched, her eyes darting to the pill he gave her, not caring what it was. He said it would help and so it would. Her hand wasn't quite steady, though she managed to get the pill into her mouth, she was somewhat grateful he helped her take a drink. She sighed loudly after he put the glass down and climbed back onto his bed, following his actions and snuggling up right next to him. Her eyes tilted up to him after she once more found herself in his warm embrace. "You won't leave? Promise? Okay, okay, stay with me. I'll just close my eyes, for a little bit, I promise" She murmured to him, even though she was already relaxing further, her eyes slipping shut as her words mumbled off. Sleep, which had come so hard for her in the past few weeks, which had been tormented by dreams of the one who hurt her, was welcomed eagerly.
She slept without a nightmare, no horrible memories plagued her as she rested against him, her fingers curling against him, her mouth parting slightly as she fell into a deep sleep. She wasn't quite sure when the first tendrils of consciousness touched her, when she became aware of her surroundings. All she knew when she slowly woke up was her head fucking hurt, and whomever was pressed against to her was just too god damn hot. Her eyebrows drew together as her eyes refused to open, a groan leaving her as she rose a hand to press against her already pounding head. "Fuck me" She murmured lightly, her eyes still refusing to open before her attention turned to the next problem. Someone was in her bed. Or what she assumed was her bed, her memory from the previous night was a bit fuzzy.
Her lips tugged down into a frown as she finally cracked her eyes open enough to peer at the person next to her. "The fuck you doing in my bed?" Her voice was still hoarse and she cleared it after her words, still not fully awake, not realizing she wasn't in her own room. After another moment of trying to open her heavy eyes she merely groaned again, snuggling her face back against Tripp. "Why does my head hurt so god damn bad?" Probably had to do with that bottle of Vodka she didn't remember finishing. Oh well. Tag: Tripp Words: 883 Notes: ummmm yeah xD I ALWAYS have muse for her when it comes to him << |
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Post by Tripp Sanders on Aug 11, 2013 21:39:34 GMT -5
Staying awake was no problem at first for Tripp. He automatically relaxed as she curled up in his arms and fell asleep. As weird as it would sound he literally laid there just feeling her breathing against him for quite some time. To him the rhythmic motion was weirdly and surprisingly soothing. It put him a little more at ease to have her close to him, knowing that she was finally resting and she was safe. Referring to a girl lying in bed with Tripp as “safe” of all things was not something that could ever be said before; usually they were the opposite of safe while in his bed. Tonight was different thought; she came to him because she needed him. He didn’t care what she thought she needed him for; she came to him that’s all that he could think about.
His eyes studied the ceiling for a while, but he soon became bored with the view so he gently moved just enough to check and see how Laurel was doing. A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he looked at her, she seemed so much more at peace than she had been when she first came to his room. She still smelled of alcohol and he thought about making sure to offer her a shower when she woke. Visions of her in the shower flooded his mind for a while and he entertained the thought of it for some time. The tingling in his arm broke him from his thoughts. He hadn’t thought about his arm falling asleep. Gently he adjusted Laurel enough to relieve the pressure and to allow his arm to feel better.
Then his fee hand came up, a bit hesitant, he didn’t want to wake her, but after a moment he gently brushed the hair back from her face and tucked it behind her ear. His fingers lingered there for a little while, her hair was soft. Tripp filled his lungs with a deep breath and let it out his nose, he was dying for a cigarette but there was no way in hell he was going to get up and out of the bed while she was in it. Instead he closed his eyes and tried to think of other things, new chords he needed to write down, inventory of who owed him and who didn’t and much more. It wasn’t long before he himself had drifted off into a light sleep.
A groan broke him from his sleeping sate rather quickly, his eyes shot open and he almost bolted up in bed but the slight weight on Laurel still laying against him kept him from freaking out. His tired eyes blinked a few times as he reached up to rub his face with his free arm. The previous night’s events came flooding back to him now that he was awake. Laurel had murmured a few words and then questioned him about being in her bed, it almost made him chuckle. He smiled a bit and responded, his voice softer than usual, “I’d love to…and you are in my bed babe.”Tripp slid himself up so that he could sit and relax against the head of his bed, stretching his arms. They had become a bit stiff after not being able to move them all night but they didn’t ache too badly, nothing he couldn’t deal with. After sleeping barely half the amount he was used to and sleeping so lightly, Tripp found that he did feel a bit sluggish as well, no headache for him though. “Ah…it’s called a hangover.” Tripp stretched a bit more, making his stiff muscles stretch felt wonderful and he almost groaned with the action. He settled back against his headboard and looked over at Laurel, his expression amused and a bit playful, he chewed on his bottom lip trying not to grin about the fact she’d slept the whole time in his bed…he could tease her so badly but he was really trying not to. It was fucking hard too. “Aspirin and some water.”[/i] He motioned to his night stand where a bottle and a full water cup still sat from before. Tripp didn’t make any moves to get up, he just reclined there shirt less and trying not to grin. Despite how she might be feeling right now…he was happy…happy that she made it through the alcohol and the drug he gave her…happy that he was the one that got to hold her all night.[/blockquote] Words: 754 Muse: all over the place Notes: it’s crap, utter crap. *dies* |
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Post by Laurel Serephine Forsyth on Sept 1, 2013 15:12:24 GMT -5
This deep, uninterrupted sleep provided Laurel with something that she desperately needed, rest. In the weeks since she'd lost a vital part of herself she'd been unable to find a comfortable rest, unable to achieve that sleep that brought a refreshed and satisfied sleep to her. And despite the fact she awoke with a headache that threatened to split her head, she was satisfied. Satisfied that she hadn't had one nightmare, that she'd slept so soundly that besides her pounding head, she felt relaxed and comfortable. Hot too. Her eyebrows drew together slightly as she awoke, trying to figure out what the source of the heat was. She became aware of the man laying next to her, which caused her more confusion as she couldn't remember what or where she had gone last night. So she assumed that she hadn't gone anywhere and whomever, an eye cracked open and she pursed her lips, Tripp, had come to her room.
His response to her words and question made her roll her eyes, or start too before he shifted away from her, pulling himself up to lean against the headboard of the bed. She didn't much appreciate that, mostly because she was rather comfortable snuggled against him, her face pressed against his side. She groaned, rolling to her back and raising a hand to press to her forehead, her lips tugging down into a frown. "I don't do hangovers. Holy hell, must have been quite the fuckin' party I had last night then." She muttered before her lips pursed again. She was still hot even without Tripp against her and her eyes flickered down. Ah, she was wearing a sweatshirt. That would explain it. Just as she was about to haul herself up and take the damn thing off he spoke.
Her head turned to the water and bottle of aspirin on the night stand. She hauled herself up, albeit a bit slowly so her head wouldn't go from pounding to nearly exploding, reaching for the bottle of aspirin while running a hand through her now messy hair. Dumping a few out into her hand, she didn't bother to count, she popped them into her mouth, taking the glass and drinking down a few big gulps. Letting out a bit of a sigh she fixed her attention on her next problem. She was hot as hell. She reached for the zipper of her sweater, tugging it down and pulling the sweater off, just to toss it on the floor. Her eyes scanned the room, an eyebrow raising as she curled back up on the bed, not quite ready to get up. "You're room is a fucking mess" Her eyes slipped up to look at him, though her mind wasn't much on the mess in his room.
She was slightly concerned as to how she'd come to end up in Tripp's bed, though the fact that she was fully clothed when she awoke immediately throwing out the idea she'd ended up sleeping with him last night. Her lips tugged down as she rolled to her side, propping her head up with her hand, elbow resting against the bed. "So. How'd I end up in here?" She wasn't quite sure she wanted to know the answer to that particular question. Laurel was a lot of things when she was drunk, depending on the type of drink and the mood she was in before she started. She knew she wasn't in a good place when she'd started to drink. She just didn't know how far down she'd spiraled. Not too far she hoped. The last thing she wanted was to be weak or pathetic in front of someone that she respected and cared for. Words: 625 Notes: YAY FOR POST, and sorry it took so long to get to you. Hope it is alriiight. (ps yer post was fantastic by the way) |
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Post by Tripp Sanders on Mar 26, 2014 21:46:58 GMT -5
Tripp usually slept in just his boxers and the added layer of his gym pants wasn’t terribly uncomfortable but the idea of pulling them off was really appealing right now. He adjusted his body trying to decide if he was going to get up and strip off the annoying extra layer of clothing when the sound of the zipper on Laurel’s sweater caught his attention. To him the motion was almost done in slow motion, his eyes followed the zipper pull as it descended. As she tossed the sweater on the floor, the air returned to his lungs. Funny he didn’t even notice he’d been holding his breath until that moment. in an attempt to gather himself once again Tripp cleared his throat and fixed his gaze on her face.
Ha! His room a mess? His normal smirk almost faltered as he recalled the effort he had put into cleaning his room the night before…before she’d come over and trashed it. He wasn’t going to mention that is was her fault for the mess, instead he just shrugged and played it off. His exterior was cool and collected but inside her words still echoed in his mind, ‘It hurts so bad, I just don't want to hurt anymore, I hate it, I hate it so much’ her voice had been so full of pain. A pain imposed upon her by someone taking of her against her will. Just the thought of it made his body tense and his anger flared up once against deep within him. Tripp was a territorial sort and that not only applied to things but also people. Laurel had become one of those people weather she knew it or not.
Her pout pulled him from his internal seething and he had to blink a few times to process the question she posed to him. How had she ended up in his room? There were so many different ways he could go with that one. Should he tell her how she had been acting? Was that something that she hadn’t meant to tell him? He knew she was a recovering addict and he didn’t know if she even remembered asking him for drugs or that he’d given in to her request. Tripp pulled air in through his nose and filled his lungs before letting it out slowly, his signature smirk sliding across his lips. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” He teased as he sat up and leaned in closer to her.
At that moment his muscles twitched with the desire to just grab her and pull her closer to him, but his nose was filled with the reminder of how much she had drank the night before. His gaze flicked from her to his bathroom door. He considered running a shower but she was in the way, so in a quick and smooth motion he grabbed her by the waist but not too roughly and pulled her towards him, he rolled moving her on top of him and then to the other side of him on the bed. He grinned and slid himself off the bed.
First thing to go was his pants, leaving him with just his black silk boxers. He tossed his pants at his bed, aiming at her. “I’m going to run a shower…I’m not sure if you’ve noticed but you my dear don’t exactly smell like a bunch of roses right now.” Tripp winked at her as he backed towards the bathroom trying to maneuver around the mess that was all over the floor.
He backed into his bathroom and pulled the door almost shut, leaving it open just a crack. Tripp wasn’t sure if she would trust him enough to take a shower with him within such a close proximity, but he was going to start the water anyway. If she didn’t come in then he’d just shower himself.
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Post by Laurel Serephine Forsyth on Mar 30, 2014 19:04:58 GMT -5
One of her eyebrows quirked as he didn't respond to her statement that his room was a mess. Which it was, it looked like someone had gone around tossing things about. She wouldn't comment furthermore on it though, given that it wasn't her room and she honestly didn't care about how dirty it was. She just cared about him. She supposed she could admit that now, given that in her drunken state he was the one she went too. She hadn't a clue why or even how she'd managed to get so drunk that she couldn't remember what happened. She was a bit concerned about that, she was an impulsive woman as it was, and given that she was so drunk last night she was slightly afraid of what she had done or said.
She'd planned on keeping what had happened to her to herself, tell no one and let it forever live silently within her. Not only had it been emotionally scarring, but it embarrassed her. That she'd been so weak, so pitiful, unable to help or protect herself against Oliver. She wouldn't flat out ask Tripp if that's what she'd told him, because if she hadn't then she'd be telling him anyways. She hoped that she'd just stumbled in drunk and seeking his company. It never even crossed her mind that she'd not only tell him, inadvertently, about what happened to her, but also ask him for drugs. She'd put so much thought and effort in staying clean that she had been so positive that even black out drunk couldn't sway her back to that path.
She found her eyes narrowing as he refused to give her a straight answer, though she hadn't the desire nor the patience to hold any irritation with the man. She'd slept so peacefully in his arms, finally the heavy overbearing weight of sleeplessness didn't rest on her shoulders. No, she just had a killer headache from the drinking last night. There was an uncomfortable feeling in her stomach as he neared her, though it faded quickly. Closeness wasn't necessarily something she could fully handle yet, but with him it was far easier. And considering she'd just spent the night in his arms, unharmed, she found herself much more at ease with him so close. "I would actually. You didn't find me passed out in the street or anything did you?" Her words had a teasing edge to them, but she really did wish that he would just tell her. Laurel wouldn't push though. She was scared to know the truth of what had happened last night.
Surprise flitted across her face as he wrapped arms around her waist and rolled him up and over him. With a huff her eyes narrowed once he'd deposited her on the opposite side of him and clambered to his feet. "You could've just asked me to move" Her nose wrinkled and she reached an arm out to try and bat away his pants as he threw them at her. "Asshole" Her retort was playful however and a brow rose as he informed her that she stank. Once more her nose wrinkled as she glanced down at herself. She could use a shower. That would probably be a good idea. "Thanks, so much." Her words were dry and she let out a sigh as he disappeared into the bathroom. She hefted herself up into a sitting position, debating whether she should just wait, take a shower after he did, or even go back to her own dorm. Her lips pursed as she looked around his room. It was overly empty without him in it, even with him just in the bathroom. She didn't like that. The idea of being that close to him without clothes wasn't one that appealed with what had happened to her.
But at the same time, she felt safe with him, probably the safest she'd felt in a long time. And she needed a shower. And he knew she wouldn't have sex with him. She'd made that clear the first day that they'd met. After a moments debate she hefted herself to her feet and wandered her way to the bathroom. She'd rather be with him, have someone there, rather then sit there, stinking of vodka, and alone. Pushing the door open to the bathroom. "I'm only here because I want to get clean, not because I want to see your ass naked" She informed him, tone once more teasing, though she couldn't quite manage the normal grin that would adorn her face. "Just so you know" Words: 764 Notes: ilovethesetwook |
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