Our Passion for Hate

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Not only was the world crashing and burning the two of them alive, they were all the other had, and they put everything they could into their relationship. Was it always right, no. BUt the two of them always tried to work it out, even if it led to more fighting. THe other just had to be right and when they spoke, the other was hurt even more. Everything they did to each other wasnt helping their relationship. They had some good moments, but overall, it was the yelling and the screaming and the anger that took a large portion of their relationship and it was obvious the two were tired of it all. Maybe Heath was right, they just needed to separate for a while. He would go into rehab and she would go into therapy. Maybe that would be a much better plan than always fighting each other.

"Well how can I not say he's better. You just had a whole speech about how he appreciates you way more than I do. That Im just some jerk. How can I gain any confidence when the girl I love is telling me that Im a jerk and how Heath never made her feel terrible about herself. It's pretty degrading....no matter how much confidence you have. And you were the one that said you should just go to him....Maybe we shouldnt talk about him at all. You brought him up" he spoke weakly. THe sound of his voice was muffled by his face in the couch, but loud enough for her to hear. "I just said you could go, because it was pretty clear that you wanted to go back to Heath just a moment ago. I wont leave your side unless you want me to, or if you want to leave me..." he told her. How could he. His whole life he had been attached to Charrie. It took years of being together. It wasnt just going to take a second for him to leave her.

He shifted to turn and face her, regaining his composure as he opened his eyes. "No. Im glad you told me. Our relationship on its own is hanging by a thread. Lies would make it worse. I didnt mean to make you feel like shit. I just felt like the other guy. The guy you treated like a slave, the one who is a weak, pathetic jerk. I was just hurt because of everything you said about Heath. THat's all" he rubbed his irritated eyes and he sank down to the floor beside her, his head facing the ground. "I dont want to fight you either. You're the only person I have left. And you mean everything to me despite what you're feeling. All I know is that if we know that we love each other, then we shouldnt have a problem. If I mean everything to you, can you just never mention Heath. I know you love me....I just dont want to hear his name" he asked her, leaning his head on her shoulder hesitantly. THe fighting was getting them nowhere. It wasnt helping their problems at all. Only they could make the other feel at their best and it was time to do that.
  Mason Clint / ellocalypse / 6y 255d 9h 21m 45s
All hell broke loose. During the day they fought near the nights they made up. How long was this going to keep going? They were such a mess that they couldn’t stop letting out angry, jealousy, or any other emotion toward each other. They were screwed up. Two screwed up people living by each other and either fixing or feeding into their emotions. It was a fight back and forth to how this could end up. It could end up terribly or it could end up great. He wasn’t going to leave but she didn’t like that he had put so much up with her. Yes, he did help her many times and was trying but sometimes, sometimes she just lost it. It wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t going to turn normal after those many years. She just wanted them to stop fighting, yelling and feeling these negative emotions. But she kept on forgetting she didn’t want to fight and let her emotion out anyway.

“Well, you should have said that you needed a few more minutes,” She declared. The more he talked the more he was right but she still felt upset that he was so grumpy from it. She shouldn’t expect him to be happy the fact he had to do all of these stuff but she did anyway. Charrie was really just thinking of herself for a couple of minutes, being selfish. She was so used to being treated like a queen when she was sick and expected exactly that. It was wrong. She didn’t know what overcame her, it just all came out. Maybe it was the time of the month...but it could just be because she was sick. He was trying and was doing well but she just failed to notice. Handling her wasn’t easy, she knew that.

“See, you’re doing it again! Saying that Heath is better than you! God damn it Mason, get some fucking confidence! Stop comparing yourself to him! You’re not him! You are never going to be him and you’re never going to be like him. He can’t be you either! You’re the one that keeps pointing out he’s better and I might go to him! I kept on telling you that he’s not for me! And yea I kind of do being around with you right now. You’re being a hypocrite, I told you to leave and you said ‘no I can’t’ and then tell me to go? The fuck? Come on, even if you did find me, than what? Would it fix things? You’d be in danger and drag us down to find the people after me. Oh yea, sorry I tried so hard to come back here, and told you the truth. I could have not just told you at all about Heath and left you in the dark!” She yelled right back. She couldn’t do this. There was just too much anger and they were so both miserable.

“Oh my god! You asked me what happened, and I didn’t lie to you. I really should have just kept my mouth shut about him. Sorry I made you feel pathetic but it’s not like you don’t make me feel like utter shit. And stop telling me to go back to Heath or thinking I would! And fuck you! I didn’t do everything just to hear that you think you meant nothing to me. Because you meant everything...” She finished and cried. She just cried and cried until she couldn’t cry anymore. They were fighting, again. They were both upset and they couldn’t help each other because they were the cause. He went into the couch. She could barely breathe.

“Why do we keep doing this...? I don’t want to fight,” She muttered weakly “I hate fighting with you.” She crawled near him and just sat there. She didn’t know how to fix it. Was there even a fix?

  Charrie Danny Snow / Lexxiia / 6y 255d 9h 46m 36s
Mason simply sat on the other edge of the couch, mentally trying to fight his little battle with alcohol. He knew he could do it. He just needed, much more practice and control over this. He had been doing so great if it wasnt for the tv. He wrapped his arms around his knees and he buried his face into them. He took a few deep breaths and he just tried to think of something else. The need for alcohol could be blocked with...with.....Charrie. Anything Charrie did to him intimately or physically could get him to stop thinking about it even if it was just for an hour. He didnt want to feel this way all thanks to a damn commercial. At first he tried thinking about the day he slept with her, and then when he heard her speaking, that got it going. Not only did he forget about alcohol, he was upset.

"Im not going to just get up and leave! You think it's easy to just stop loving you. Even after what you did, it hurts alot yes. But I cant just leave so suddenly. Im not leaving. I dont want to. Im going to put up with this all until we're better here" he knew she'd been through so much and he knew he wasnt helping her that much, but seriously. He tried his best to help her. Make her food, give her medicine. He just couldnt make everything else right! He made her feel worse because he blurted out how he felt and now she just felt like shit. Ever since he woke up it was nothing but a big mess. "Look! Im sorry okay. I didnt mean to be grumpy. You know how I am in the mornings when I dont get enough sleep! I just needed a few more minutes....some time to wake up. Instead Im forced to get this and that, I need to make breakfast all of a sudden. I was still half asleep. You're not a bother, I just need to get used to all of this. Like you said, you never allowed me to see when you're sick. How was I supposed to know it was going to be like this! Im managing okay. Im doing the best I can here!" he was wondering why in the world she was getting so upset for. Shouldnt she be happy he made her breakfast? Made her medicine? Couldnt she see he was trying. That he wanted to help her out when she was sick. Yes he was a little grumpy, but he didnt just leave her there and not help her. He was proving he could handle her when she was sick.

He was already starting to feel terrible for upsetting her even more, but now he just hit rock bottom when she started poking at his insecurities. "Okay! I get it! Ya Heath is better than me! I already know that. He loves you, he makes you so happy, and he just doesnt upset you the way I do. If you really hate being around me than just go back to him. He's shown you more love than I have right? I dont need you to make me feel bad either! I know what's wrong with me. WHy I dont compare to him. Stop pointing it out! I should be grateful right! I should feel so privileged that you came all the way back here for me. Well if I knew where the fuck you were I would of came in a heartbeat. Not in three years when everything was screwed up! And Im sorry if I dont show it, but I am very thankful you love me. Im feeling soooo loved right now! Ever since you came back I've been feeling overjoyed with so much love" he said sarcastically knowing that she had an odd way of showing love. He felt so little, barely even at all. "What have you done for me besides come back and expose the truth? Im glad you're beside me, I just wish you could do more than make me feel so fucking pathetic! If you think I dont appreciate you, then go back to Heath since he does more than I do. Obviously everything I did for you when you came back here wasnt appreciating you. Not one bit. Im just a jerk that is insecure and has alcoholic problems. I dont mean much to you at all do I?" his voice died down realizing everything between them. She had really opened his eyes to see that Heath has down an overall better job than he's been doing. She made him feel worse about the situation with her and Heath, just when he was getting over it.

He felt like a terrible person. Charrie's plan worked. SHe pinpointed his biggest fear and now he broke down. No wonder everyone left him. He didnt deserve Charrie, or his friends. Apparently he did nothing right and was just a weakling that couldnt amount to anything. And Charrie made it quite clear that Heath was a much better person that appreciated her for all her worth. Well duh he tried to sleep with her. Now he truly felt alone. No one was there anymore. He rubbed the tears he tried to hide from his face, what was the point? Everyone knew he was weak. He didnt know what to do anymore. THe only plus was that he wasnt thinking about alcohol anymore, but he was thinking about everything else. Taking in a deep breath, he didnt want to move. He turned to face the back of the couch, lying on his side as he buried his face into the cushions, not moving an inch. THe world could move on around him, he didnt have the strength anymore to fight back. All of the directions were telling him to just give it up now. There was nothing left to hold onto.
  Mason Clint / ellocalypse / 6y 255d 10h 28m 12s
“Yea I know I shouldn’t... I’m sorry, Everyone wants payback on me and they don’t really have to worry because they’re already getting it by my depression and cutting. You know Mase; you can leave me if you want. It’s getting payback for what I did. You don’t have to stay even if I want you to. I’m scared that you’ll go but it’s only fair. I’m not ever going to Heath even if you do leave me... You’re not the only one that’s upset of what I did. It’s hard to do everything I did and then watch the people suffer because of me. I guess it makes me human and not cold hearted because I do care. I got so lonely and lost my mind. Not to mention all the shooting, death and threatening plus trying so hard to come back but end up finding nothing... Something in me snapped that day... I didn’t mean to, I had no intention but it did happen. So... You can go. I know you love me but you can still go, I deserve it after all,” She weakly spoke and just let tears run down her eyes. She closed her eyes and then released him. She was feeling better in matter of feeling sick but not everything else. She shouldn’t lean on him, not after that. She moved farther into the couch and rested her head on her knees and stared at the TV.

Always causing problems... This seemed to go back and forth. They switched their moods into being so happy into being so miserable. She was putting so much on him and she just expected him to just leave her or kick her out. He seemed really upset doing what she said. She was just about to lose her temper. She knew this was all her fault but she really didn’t need this right now. She gave him the channel and she got more frustrated. His eyes were on the TV and he seemed to be bothered by her. She felt like shit. Then he started ream about getting himself drunk.

“Stop right there. You’re not! I know you’re mad at me Mase but that doesn’t mean you have to be so grumpy! If I’m such a fucking bother than just leave me the fuck alone! If you can’t handle me when I’m sick than we really shouldn’t be together. And you know what; while I’m yelling, let’s talk about your fucking insecurities. I should go to Heath! He doesn’t complain when I’m sick! He doesn’t fucking remind me it’s all my goddamn fault that I broke his heart that I got so close to him and told him that it was nothing and I saw him as you! He’s tormented just as much as you but he doesn’t make me feel like I don’t deserve him. And yea, I don’t deserve you or him, I know that but he doesn’t imply it. If you’re not thankful that I love you and still so into thinking I was so goddamn happy in with Heath in Paradise and probably go back to him, than I should just fucking be with him. And if it weren’t for me, we would have never met each other again. If I didn’t try to get back than I wouldn’t have been cutting, just depressed! What did you do here? Not much. You just drowned yourself in your depression and look for me when it was pointless. So I’m so fucking sorry for going through so much and snapping and almost sleeping with him. At least he appreciates me, jerk!.” She let lose so much anger. Her head was pounding again and she burst into tears. She had another moment where she just snapped.

She wanted be somewhere, anywhere just as long as it was a complete new place where no one knew her. Where no one knows what she did and who she was. Just leave everything behind and also get rid of these emotions. She got up and took a couple of steps before almost falling to the ground. She just sat there and sat there not knowing what to do. She couldn’t call anyone. Heath told her parents, and she couldn’t face him for doing that and couldn’t face her parents for knowing. The whole world was against her and she may deserve it but she was just so tired of being upset. She was letting so much out right now and it was probably because she couldn’t think with being sick and having an unclear mind.

  Charrie Danny Snow / Lexxiia / 6y 255d 11h 8m 55s
Mason made it back to the couch with the tray of food. He managed to feed her until she was able to do it on her own. At first he felt really irritated, but he couldnt do a thing about it. He loved Charrie. But it was times like this that he hated the most. Times like this where he would be completely ignored and only seen as a slave. But as she spoke, he sighed and rubbed his fingers against his temples. Not only was she so stupid to be sitting out in the rain. He knew that he was the cause of this. He was angry with her for giving Heath everything. She just willingly gave herself to him. How could she? That made him so angry that he just had to leave her there. This was sort of like a punishment for her. He didnt like her suffering, but she should know better to sit in the rain or to just expose herself to Heath. "You know you shouldnt do that. Dont get yourself sick again. You're suffering. And Im suffering along with you" he sighed, hating to just be a personal assistant.

"Dont thank me and then just ask me to do something else. Just tell me it all now so I can rest" he reached over and grabbed the remote, "What channel do you want?" he asked, trying not to sound so irritated, but he was. It was like babysitting a whiny little brat. No wonder he's never seen her being sick before. She usually just disappeared if she was in high school. Thank goodness for that. But now he knew it was bad if she was. He would do the same when he was sick too. Or if he was in the hospital from one of her physical attacks. He would try and surround himself with locked doors so she could never get to him.

WHen he turned on the television, he frowned at her comment. Why did everyone think he was such a weakling. "Shut up. You talk like that to me, you're doing the dishes" he smirked and looked up at the screen. It was an advertisement for beer. His eyes just went straight to the screen and he froze in place. At first it was like he was hypnotized all of the sudden. A bunch of teens ran across the beach having fun, and drinking. He remembered it all too well. He didnt feel too lonely. The buzzing, the times where you'd forget what happened the night before. He was so carefree when he drank and honestly, happier than he's been in a long time. Right now was one of those time. Yes he had Charrie clinging onto him, but he didnt feel too happy at the moment. What he wanted was alcohol. He could feel himself getting excited inside. He reached his hand out to the tv as if he was trying to grab it. BUt when it didnt appear in his hands, he sighed and began to shiver slightly. "Mmm, an ice, cold beer. Soo smooth....down my throat..." he leaned his head against the armrest and just imagined himself being part of that commercial. "Soo...happy....cant have just one!" he grinned and was lost in his daydream.
  Mason Clint / ellocalypse / 6y 255d 11h 55m 12s
She held onto the edge of the door and frowned not getting any response. She bit her bottom lip and felt slightly angry but also in the verge of bursting into tears. She hated being sick. Couldn’t she have been injured instead or even something else, anything just not sick! She was normally in a good healthy condition-except for the fact she cut. Then he finally responded and he didn’t sound too happy. Maybe she should have just crawled her way to the living room instead. It seemed like a better idea then messing with someone grumpy and having him mad at her. At least she got help to stand up but he was so weak! What in the world did she see in him again? She was going to die if someone came charging into the place. It was a good thing no one knew about this place and hopefully no one would bump into it and decided to go serial killing or something.

Well, at least she made it to the couch. She sat there, opening and closing her eyes every couple of seconds. She then fell sideways on it and lay down her head. She could lie there all day, do nothing and not even fall asleep. She might as well be dead. The dead do nothing but lay down. She felt bad for people who were sick everyday or even had cancer. She can’t last a couple of hours without becoming so emotional.

“I stood in the rain for hours...” She muttered quietly. The rest he knew it was also because of a little blood loss. He watched him walk away and she just stared at a wall. She was bored but didn’t want to move around either. He was doing something else and she just got lonely. She wanted to turn on the TV but that involved getting up and actually reaching for the remote. She’d just embarrass herself and fall on the ground again. Then she sat up when Mason again, lightly smiling. He brought food. It reminded her of what her parents did. Her mom would cook and her dad practically had to be her slave for the day. She always felt guilty for doing that but her mom normally loved it because it was like having her as a child again. She didn’t like it so much.

“Thank you Mase. I’m sorry I got sick... And can you turn on the TV?” She frowned. She was sorry for herself that she got sick. The feeling of being helpless and weak was unbearable. How did Mason deal with everyday that he’s so weak? Maybe not this weak but still weak. Now, she felt weaker than him and it wasn’t any fun. She didn’t like being weaker than him. Hell, she felt like a toddler who could barely walk and needed attention. She hoped that she would never get sick around him. Even high school when she got sick she made sure to lock her room very well and not let Mason take advantage of her when she was sick. He fed her the first bite. She ate it and then finished everything by herself. Then he called her a little girl. She frowned and narrowed her eyes at him.

“I’m not. And even if I act like this. At least unlike you I’m not a little girl every day,” She retorted. Although, the way she was talking so quietly and the way she talked sounded like a kid. She couldn’t help herself.

“This is why I never wanted you to see me sick,” She mentioned and leaned into him “I’m bored. I don’t like being sick.” She slowly closed her eyes knowing that she wouldn’t fall asleep but it felt comfortable to have him. She gripped on to him really tightly. If he tried to get up, she’d hold him down. She did this all the time to her parents. They got no sleep at all and were more tired than they would be running around the whole country.

  Charrie Danny Snow / Lexxiia / 6y 255d 12h 41m 54s
Mason thought it wasnt exactly fair that she was suffering through all of this. He wondered how guilty murderers felt after killing innocent people and smiling. It was killing her inside, and he just didnt want to see her hurting anymore. Not only was she hurting herself, but she was indirectly hurting Mason. He couldnt bare to see her like this everyday and he swore to help her until she was better, but he didnt think it would be so easy. "Dont worry. Just take it day by day. Time passes and you'll be forgiven" he said simply.

The night had been peaceful besides the Charrie's soft groaning and her constant turning. He had no idea that she was sick. So when she woke him up in the morning, he was cranky and irritated from not having the sleep he wanted. As soon as he was able to give her the painkillers, it was as if he was a walking zombie. He didnt do a thing, not even realizing he was awake when he collapsed back onto the bed in dream mode. He began sleeping through everything once more until the sound of her voice slowly disturbed the peace. "Huh? WHat what is it?" he slammed his fist on the bed and looked up to see her on the floor. Sighing softly, he didnt know how she got there, but he was too cranky to care right now.

Walking over, he rubbed his red eyes and he kneeled down, helping her up with what little strength he had. BUt when she asked him about cooking something, he was burning up with more anger inside, wanting to just go to sleep, but he kept it in. He couldnt let his anger out on Charrie. SHe was just.....being her. And she was already suffering from the cutting. He was still going crazy inside with the lack of alcohol, but he was distracted with sleep. It was day three, let's see how well he could go especially with a cutter beside him. Hoisting her up to her feet, he wrapped her arm over her shoulder as he led her to the living room tiredly. Yawning softly, he placed her down on the couch, seeing she was sort of pale. When he leaned over, he felt her forehead and he sighed "YOu have a fever Charrie....what happened?" he frowned and walked into the small lab he constructed in the other room. He quickly whipped up some medicine that would do the trick and he headed back to the kitchen.

As he began cooking some blueberry waffles and eggs, he started plating them with her medicine on the side. PLacing her food on a tray with some orange juice, he honestly felt like a slave right now, but he knew Charrie was sick so he had to put up with it. Making his way back to the living room, he sat beside her and placed the tray onto his lap. "Here. I made you breakfast. Eat up and then drink this. I cant have you sick. We already have too many problems" he whispered softly, finally calming down a little as he woke up. He held the first bite to her lips and he watched her, making sure she finished every last bite. "You're such a little girl" he chuckled and stuck out his tongue at her.
  Soren / ellocalypse / 6y 255d 13h 16m 44s
Mason thought it wasnt exactly fair that she was suffering through all of this. He wondered how guilty murderers felt after killing innocent people and smiling. It was killing her inside, and he just didnt want to see her hurting anymore. Not only was she hurting herself, but she was indirectly hurting Mason. He couldnt bare to see her like this everyday and he swore to help her until she was better, but he didnt think it would be so easy. "Dont worry. Just take it day by day. Time passes and you'll be forgiven" he said simply.

The night had been peaceful besides the Charrie's soft groaning and her constant turning. He had no idea that she was sick. So when she woke him up in the morning, he was cranky and irritated from not having the sleep he wanted. As soon as he was able to give her the painkillers, it was as if he was a walking zombie. He didnt do a thing, not even realizing he was awake when he collapsed back onto the bed in dream mode. He began sleeping through everything once more until the sound of her voice slowly disturbed the peace. "Huh? WHat what is it?" he slammed his fist on the bed and looked up to see her on the floor. Sighing softly, he didnt know how she got there, but he was too cranky to care right now.

Walking over, he rubbed his red eyes and he kneeled down, helping her up with what little strength he had. BUt when she asked him about cooking something, he was burning up with more anger inside, wanting to just go to sleep, but he kept it in. He couldnt let his anger out on Charrie. SHe was just.....being her. And she was already suffering from the cutting. He was still going crazy inside with the lack of alcohol, but he was distracted with sleep. It was day three, let's see how well he could go especially with a cutter beside him. Hoisting her up to her feet, he wrapped her arm over her shoulder as he led her to the living room tiredly. Yawning softly, he placed her down on the couch, seeing she was sort of pale. When he leaned over, he felt her forehead and he sighed "YOu have a fever Charrie....what happened?" he frowned and walked into the small lab he constructed in the other room. He quickly whipped up some medicine that would do the trick and he headed back to the kitchen.

As he began cooking some blueberry waffles and eggs, he started plating them with her medicine on the side. PLacing her food on a tray with some orange juice, he honestly felt like a slave right now, but he knew Charrie was sick so he had to put up with it. Making his way back to the living room, he sat beside her and placed the tray onto his lap. "Here. I made you breakfast. Eat up and then drink this. I cant have you sick. We already have too many problems" he whispered softly, finally calming down a little as he woke up. He held the first bite to her lips and he watched her, making sure she finished every last bite. "You're such a little girl" he chuckled and stuck out his tongue at her.
  Mason Clint / ellocalypse / 6y 255d 13h 17m 8s
Even if he said that, she couldn’t do it. It was hard to forgive herself if no one else could. Even if they did, she still would have trouble. It was just better to let it go somehow, if she could even do that either... For now she’ll just have to bear with it until she can handle it more. She still didn’t feel like she deserved to live. She deserved to feel this way though. It was only fair. She had to get better but that just meant stopping the cutting, she wouldn’t be able to stop the rest. He was right, she should just rest.

“You never hurt them like I did. That’s why you could move on easier. And I can’t forgive myself if no one else does. And I won’t either way. I will get better at living with what I did... I’ll stop cutting,” She sighed. She really didn’t see how he found her cute at all but it really didn’t matter. Its funny how way back years go if he called her cute he would have got a beating. Now, she could never even think about hurting him. No matter what he did, she wouldn’t. Although, she hoped that he wasn’t fully confident on that so he didn’t do crazy stuff or say stuff because then she’ll practically do nothing about it.

The morning was hell. She put her hands on her aching head and then over her ears. Even her ears started to hurt. She didn’t like the feeling of being sick. She’d rather get shot in the shoulder blade or leg than get sick for a long time. If she had a choice a method of dying, she would rather be killed or die protecting someone than dying sick on the bed. Sickness, was her other fear. When she was sick she felt helpless and weak. She didn’t like depending on others too much but sometimes she had to.

“Thank you,” She muttered hearing that he was going to go get it. He sounded a little irritated though... It was probably nothing. She tossed to the other side of the bed waiting for him. She tried to open her eyes and she groaned at the dizziness. He came and she forced herself to sit up. She managed to open her eyes drinking the painkiller down.

“Thanks again,” She repeated and lay back down in bed. She tried to fall asleep again but couldn’t. She thought about just getting up and go watch some TV and hope that would distract her from everything. She kept her eyes open and it started to hurt less and become less dizzy. She still felt like crap but her eyes were adjusting to stay open. She tugged Mason’s arm.

“Mase...” She called and glanced at him but he didn’t respond “Mason! Can you come with me to the living room?” She needed something to lean on the way there. She’d get up and she’ll trip over her feet or crash into the wall. She frowned hearing no response. He must have been sleeping. She sat up and then forced herself to get out of bed and stand. Her body swayed back in forth. She can do this. It can’t be that hard to make it to the living room. She went toward the door and then the world start moving sideways. It felt like gravity was pushing her down. She held on the edge of the door frame but fell on the ground. She whined to herself.

“Mase!” She called “Can you help me up? I can’t get up. Oh and, Mase? Can you make me food?” She hated bothering him like this but she didn’t know what else to do. Well, whenever he needed her she’ll help right back but now she couldn’t even stand up.
Considering how hot she felt, she probably had a fever. She just hoped it would go away fast or she’ll get emotional that she’s sick. Her parents always saw her as a strong independent girl but when she was sick-she was just as helpless as six year old.

  Charrie Danny Snow / Lexxiia / 6y 255d 14h 45m 18s
Mason could see that she just couldnt forgive herself for what she's done. She needed more than encouragement. She needed something would make her forget, or the family's forgiveness. She did her best to rid the world of those criminals, but she only made a few mistakes. She had to accept that they were mistakes. YOu learn from them and move on. When he hears her, he sighs and shakes his head. It was also wrong to forgive her for cheating on him, but he just couldnt add on more problems. She was already deteriorating on her own problems. When she was better, then Mason would decide if she was worth forgiving. For now, he just took it as it was 'okay'. So he partly forgave her, but he didnt think it was fair that he had to put up with the loneliness while she got comfortable with Heath.

"You need to forgive yourself and move on Char. Those people know that their father was a bad man. Karma just caught up with them. Just like how I had to move on from the fact that I hurt so many people the past three years. My friends, my parents....everyone I just let down....I need to move on and just try to fix things. Some wont be able to fix, but I still need to move on. Your parents will see it later on. You will get better and then you can just tell them it was nothing. You needed the space and it helped you get better. Just please stop worrying about it okay. All you need to think about right now is resting" he tried his best to get her to forget. It was true, with time, those kids will know why their father was killed. Maybe they didnt need to see it, but they would understand.

"Okay. I wont call you adorable....I wont call you cute. Even though you just are sometimes. Well at least to me" he stated. She may not think she is, but Mason did. And it wasnt like she could hurt him if he said it again. He knew she wouldnt hurt him, so he didnt mind it at all. Just to be safe, he refrained from doing things she didnt like. But sometimes it also felt like such a hassle.

Eventually he fell asleep until morning. The sound of her voice woke him when she said to get something. If he could change one thing about Charrie, it would be her demanding voice and that fact that she was selfish most of the time. He didnt remember anything she's done for him in such a long time. The only things she did was love him with a hug or kiss. An action was rare. "Okay Char. You stay put. Ill look for something" he said irritatedly. Mason was not a morning person. He would get so cranky. And with her waking him up like this, he was doing his best to keep calm. When he walked into the kitchen, he grabbed some painkillers and a glass of water, when he sat beside her, he handed it over. "Drink this" he ordered. Mason had no idea she was out in the rain all day, but he did know about the blood loss. Hopefully it just lasted a few hours.

He thought about making them both breakfast, but he decided against it. Instead he decided to be selfish and just lay back down to catch up on sleep.

Good night!

  Mason Clint / ellocalypse / 6y 255d 23h 36m 0s
Everything felt right for once in her life. It was just enough to lay down with him and bed and do nothing but mostly stay by each other. She didn’t need to sleep with him to feel like she loved him. Just being with him was enough. She could die happy here.

“I know, and I don’t want you to feel insecure. But we can’t stop them so quickly. I’ll try and I think I’m starting to stop. It’s all because of you. Thank you for thinking I’m amazing,” She laughed. Just hearing that he thought good things of her made her feel better after all the things she’s done. She hurt him after all. She liked the feeling of being loved and him sort of forgiving her for what she did. The more people who forgave her, the better she felt even though it was still there. It wouldn’t go away. She knew it was going to stick with her for the rest of her life. It was wrong to forgive her for shooting down people and doing that to that family. She just had to accept that she did something wrong and move on. Moving on was the hard part.

“I can’t forgive myself, Mase... I just can’t. It isn’t right. It’s not fair to those people if I forgave myself for what I did to them. I just have to live with it and maybe move on from it,” She explained. At least it made it easier now that she was back here with him. She wondered about her parents back home that just found out what she’s been doing and her mental state. Was her mom crying? Was her dad losing her mind? They may be trying to find her right not. They probably went up to her room and saw the blood on her sheets. They’ll feel so bad because of her.

“My parents... They’re probably so upset right now,” She muttered. She felt his arm around her, like he was trying to protect her. A person didn’t need to be physically strong to protect another person. She knew that much. She didn’t need physical protection though, she had that. She could protect herself physically unless it was from herself. She loved the beach, just not when there were large fish. She can handle tiny fish that she can’t see but the rest she could not stand.

“That’s what I hate about them! Being slimy is not cool. I can touch a snake or a lion but not fish. Well, I have my weakness... And stop calling me adorable,” She suggested. She loved kissing him and how he kissed back. She couldn’t wait till they got better and they’d really go full on. Mason was the only person that she really wanted to go ahead and do it and barely even hesitates. The last thing she heard was him saying he loved her and his hands running through her hair.

When she woke up, she didn’t want to get up. She held onto Mason and closed her eyes again. Every time her eyes would open up, she felt dizzy. She really should rethink of what she does when she’s depressed so it doesn’t affect her so much later.

“Mase... wake up. Give me something for my headache,” She groaned. If he woke up that was great. She didn’t want to get up on her feet right now. If she got up, she’d just stumble on the ground. She hated to be so demanding but what had to be done had to be done.


Nightt
  Charrie Danny Snow / Lexxiia / 6y 255d 23h 52m 17s
THe thought of their mother's being right the whole time put a smile on his face. He knew that all of this was due to their influencing anyways. Apparently they won over their dads. They both couldnt make their parents happy, Mason thought that his parents should have figured that out by now. It was either, he was going to follow his mother, or his father, or neither, but he knew at least one of them was going to be happy. And he just hoped his mom convinced his father, so that he wouldnt hurt Charrie, or treat him like he had failed. Lucky for him he was a momma's boy. His father was always so strict and dictated what he wanted from him. That was sort of why he was such a scaredy cat, and really emotional.

"I know Char. I hate seeing you hurt too. I dont want you feel like you hate yourself or anything. You shouldnt, because I love you. You should forgive yourself, because I see an amazing girl in front of me. All the time" he smiled and rested beside her, his arm protectively around her as she laid against his shoulder. His lips pressed against her cheek as he listened to her. "You're just being silly. I love going to the beach and seeing the fishes. They feel all slimy and cool. I think you just have to get used to it. But still. I think it's adorable. You fight criminals yet you're scared of fish touching you" he chuckled, but was soon quieted by her sweet lips. Closing his eyes, he made out with her for a good ten minutes before he pulled away to catch his breath. She was an amazing kisser. She always got his heart racing and his lips tingling with heat. It made him want to get closer, but he also wanted to take it slow. He was already starting to fall in love with her all over again.

He knew that his typical girl may have sounded lame, but he was glad that Charrie was always there. She changed his type so much. She made him love her type. The sassy yet independent type. The one who wouldnt let the male take the lead role. She had an opinion and protected who she loved. He found her to be perfect even with her flaws.

"I love you too Char" he ran his fingers through her hair, trying to relax her as he gazed into her eyes. He loved seeing her sleep. She looked so peaceful and happy. It was like the little girl that always wanted to be around him no matter what. Pulling the sheets over her, he tucked her in, laying beside her as he began to pass out as well. The day was both good and bad, but when they ended like this. It was great.
  Mason Clint / ellocalypse / 6y 256d 29m 3s
It seemed that their mother’s got what they want. Their dream was starting to come true, for them to grow up with each other and love each other. She didn’t know about the rest but she just wanted to be with him. She loved her dad but she simply couldn’t make him happy if he wanted her to separate her from Mason. Her dad didn’t notice that Mason was just right for her and everything he could want for her. He protected her, cared about her and loved her. That’s all that she needed. They filled each other’s expectations for each other because in the end, that’s all that mattered.

“It’s funny when you fear me and you’re wrong. I did hurt you, just not physically but know I would never want to hurt you. I hate seeing you hurt,” She stated. She smiled to hear the way he saw her. She loved him so much and she wanted to know him that to the extent. She could never break away from him after living her entire life with him. Three years were torment but they were nothing compared to the years they’ve spend on each other. Even when they hated each other they spend so much energy on each other. She leaned her head back against him as he wrapped his hands on her waist.

“I won’t,” She giggled “I love my hair too.” So, this is what she fought for three years to get back to. It was all worth it. At least that’s what she was seeing right now. Even gently kissing, she just wanted all of him. He was right; she did beat the crap out of them. She just laughed quietly. He really did make her feel better.

“Fish are terrifying. Can you imagine them touching you while you’re in the water? They can bite and feel them touch you. It’s so scary,” She frowned. She would never swim with the fishes. He probably did know most of her secrets. She already let out the secret that he just discovered. He lay down on the bed. She moved up and lay right beside him. She leaned onto him and leaned her head near his shoulder. She leaned up a little and kissed him deeply for a good time. Then she pulled back and rested her head back near him. She closed her eyes, staying silent for a while.

“Ha, the cute type... Yea, I’ve noticed the Barbie doll types. I hated them all. They weren’t anything like me. They were really like me, Mase. I always compared my boyfriends to you too. It just wasn’t the same,” She sighed and then yawned. She was becoming tired for some reason.

“You want to know my type? My guy would be strong, responsible, and smart but also be my equal and he’d take me to exotic places. I had a whole list of what I wanted and what I didn’t. Although, I kept adding some of your qualities in. I got mad at myself when I did during high school. I felt like a trader to my dad... But now, I get it,” She mentioned. She moved hear arm around him.

“Mase, I love you,” She told him. She was slowly starting to fall asleep but as she was starting to fall asleep, she felt her head burning up. Her head start throbbing. She was feeling a little dizzy under her eyelids too. Standing in rain for the hours must have gotten her sick along with blood loss.

  Charrie Danny Snow / Lexxiia / 6y 256d 1h 10m 22s
Mason didnt really care what she wore, or how she tended to herself. He could see her both with or without the makeup and the clothes. He's seen her as a child all the way to this point. THey both watched each other grow into the people they were today. Ever since they were kids he would always be around Charrie. Their mother's played a huge role in filing their minds with how they would one day be together. So ever since then, he felt as if Charrie only belonged to him. That he would be the only one holding her hand, that he'd be the only person she'd follow, and when they played the games like getting married, the only one that she kissed. All of that was planned out for them until the war. Sure Prim messed up their entire high school career, but he was still jealous of her. Seeing her kiss another guy, seeing her hold someone else's hand. It all made him angry. When a guy did the things he did with Charrie, he just wanted to rip them apart. That's why he was so angry at her boyfriends, and now Heath. But he still felt like he deserved to be with her.

"You may look intimidating to me, but Im not afraid of you anymore. Hurt me all you want, I still see that little girl that held my hand. THe girl I risked my life for with a bullet. The girl I spent three years obsessing for. And right now, this person in front of me. I know she wouldnt hurt me. At least not anymore" he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close to him as they sat on the bed. "Dont go changing your hair color. That's one of my favorite things about you..." he pouted playfully and looked around his hideout. "I had to keep it safe. I knew you'd destroy it if you found out. So made it super secret" he whispered into her ear before placing a gentle kiss on it.

"You stand up to your fears too silly. dont say that you dont. You just beat the crap out of them before they try to ruin you or someone close to you. That's why you dont fear alot of things anymore. Mostly what you fear dont exist, besides the fishies" he laughed and playfully poked the tip of her nose. "And Im pretty sure I know most of your secrets" he shook his head and laid back against the bed to relax.

Her question really did get him thinking. He honestly didnt know what type of girl he liked. "Well...I guess it just depends. Most of my past girlfriends were all the cutesy type. They were pretty much walking barbie dolls. They looked very attractive and they would depend on me to be their prince. But now that I think about it. I was always just comparing them to you. Ever since I was a kid. I guess you could say it's all thanks to our moms. I always thought that we would end up together...so my princess was a girl who resembled you the most I guess. Someone attractive, and someone who could handle their own. She'd love only me and she'd make me happy. That's pretty much all I want"
  Mason Clint / ellocalypse / 6y 256d 1h 42m 19s
She had to laugh when he told her that it made her look less intimidating. That cleared things up. It was the hoodie but she had a feeling that there was more to it. It was probably just the past of how they grew up with each other. When they were just kids she thought he was cute. Unlike a lot of kids back then, they would freak out to get close to the opposite gender and you’d get germs if you kissed a boy. She liked that sort of stuff when she was younger. She’d follow Mason around, he’d follow her around. Sometimes she’d hold his hand and that time when they played that game and kissed. It was all their mothers that influenced them to act like that. She always felt like she’s always loved him. Even during the war, it was because she was so jealous that she did it.

“Only to you I look intimidating,” She pointed out. Everyone else she looked pretty friendly-until she gave them a cold expression, threatening glare and pulled out a gun. Then their views of her changed. But otherwise, it wasn’t until you got to know her bad side that she intimidated some people.

“Awe, why...? I think I’d look good in punk. Die my hair in many different colors; wear ripped tights, weird clothes and stuff. But I guess I’d be more intimidating then wouldn’t I?” She laughed. Her style was just to dress comfortable and was able to defend herself if anything occurred. So wearing flats or shoes with no ankle support was out. A skirt was out of the question. They were just ass showers to her.

They got into the place and entered the living room. She really loved it. She could stay here forever and not worry about anything. She loved how it was placed in the wilderness. She couldn’t believe Mason did this during high school. It was a good thing she never found out about this place during then. She could have come up with a lot of things to make him more upset-say steal it-or demolish it. It’s a good thing he hid it well.

“It’s amazing Mase. Good thing I never found out,” She smiled and hugged him. It was true, a lot of the time he did run from his problems. He may have been a scaredy cat a lot of the time but she knew that he was brave. It’s impossible to be brave without being scared. Most of the time she just wasn’t scared, so if she faced something that she actually was scared of, she didn’t know if she could just face it... She couldn’t stand paranormal stuff, swimming near fishes and such. She would never face them.

“Hey, at least you stand up to your fears. You stood up to me. Or that time when you got shot,” She reminded “I can’t ever stand up to my fears. You know that. I breakdown and cry...” She wanted to fill up the time that they missed with each other. To make that time up. She wanted to know him inside out.

“Finally, we are together. I really thought there was a chance of never getting back. That was the worst thing about staying there,” She sighed. She looked at the places as they talked. It felt like a dream. At the moment, she pushed everything away.

“Hmm, yea... Let’s relax,” She nodded “I already know your secrets. Or at least I think I do. You’ve got to know your enemy more than your friends, right? During war, I figured out a lot.” Then she thought about how he called her cute and then thought about what exactly type of girl he liked? She knew that he loved her. But he probably had a different ideal before, she did but she loved him more than her expectations of what she thought were her type.

“Mase, what’s your type of girl?” She curiously asked.

  Charrie Danny Snow / Lexxiia / 6y 256d 2h 13m 35s
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