you were never even there, bassie

[Eddison Mavis James]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style, width: 70px; height: 300px; background-color: #ff6161; padding: 8px;] [classy=notestuff]WORDS[/classy][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; color: #4a3d3d; margin-top: 3px;]286[/style] [classy=notestuff]TAGS[/classy][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; color: #4a3d3d; margin-top: 3px;]Sebastian[/style] [classy=notestuff]NOTES[/classy][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; color: #4a3d3d; margin-top: 3px;]RWAR[/style]

[atrb=style, background-color: #d8dec3; width: 115px; padding: 5px; height: 300px;][atrb=vAlign,top] [classy=iconbro] [/classy][style=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; text-align: center; color: #ff6161; border-bottom: 2px solid #ebede2; margin-top: 3px;]SOUR CANDY[/style][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 8px; color: #4a3d3d; text-align: justify; margin-top: 2px; text-transform: uppercase; margin-left: 2px; margin-right: 2px;]NO WE WENT UNDER, THE WEIGHT WAS TOO MUCH TO CARRY AND I FELT THE THUNDER, MR. DON'T LOOK SO SCARED. I NEVER KNEW, I NEVER KNEW THAT I COULD BE SO SAD WE WENT UNDER.[/style]

[atrb=style, background-color: #ebede2; padding: 15px; height: 300px; width: 250px;][style=background-color: #ebede2; padding: 5px; height: 280px; overflow: auto; color: #4a3d3d; font-family: tahoma; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px;]It had happened a few times, okay a lot of times, waking up in the middle of the nights in cold sweats. That insatiable need that she was needed was slowly driving the little mermaid crazy. As it rose and fell rapidly, her chest glistened in the hint of light creeping through the curtains. There was an audible sniffle as Eddie dragged the back of her hand over the end of her nose to catch her tears threatening to drip off it. Her other hand moved to her stomach, rubbing over the bottom of it. There were still times when she woke up and forgot. You would think after almost three months, it would get easier, but it didn't. It was strange to miss the feeling of her daughter moving about, to miss the kicks and the heart burn and the back ache. Well that was a lie, there was still the back ache. At least the days where she forgot were better than the days where she swore she heard the sounds of a little girl crying for her mother. Those brief moments where she had to remind herself that her little girl was gone, they were far superior to the intese feeling that your little girl needed you and you were so far away. She worried about the fact that all she wanted to do was run to Karlie's house and see the little girl that made her heart feel a little more at ease. The little girl she was convinced was her own. But instead of running anywhere she just leaned her body forward, clasps her hands over her eyes and sniffed as she tried to keep away the tears. [/style]

[style=font-family: courier new; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; padding-top: 3px;]TEMPLATE BY JOHN OF OTE & BTN[/style]

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[Sebastian James]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 600px; background-image: url(http://i1109.photobucket.com/albums/h424/Shade066/Random/bg014.png);] [STYLE=float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; background-image: url(http://i1126.photobucket.com/albums/l607/nilmarvel/000726hs.jpg); margin: 10 0 0 50px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; width: 140px; height: 90px;padding: 5 5 5 5px; margin: 10 0 0 10px; overflow: auto; font-family: Malgun gothic; font-size: 9px; color: #E5E5E5;]WORDS; 640 TAGS; eddie <3 THOUGHTS; i hope this works <3 [/style] [STYLE=width: 230px; height: 290px; margin: 120 0 0 60px; padding: 10 9 10 11px; overflow: auto; font-family: Malgun gothic; font-size: 11px; color: #E5E5E5;]It was not the first time that Sebastian James had been woken in the middle of the night by the movements and actions of another. He doubted it would be the last. For years shadows cast by fluttering curtains and noises made by speeding cars had been enough to jolt him awake – throwing him into a hyper-alert sense that was ready to deal with danger in any of the forms he knew it. Some may have called him paranoid, others over-cautious, but his way of life called for such extreme measures. When one made enemies on a weekly basis – enemies who are at home in the shadows of twilight and the dark of the night – one comes to believe that everything is a threat. Then he met her, one Eddison Ackers - the girl who became his wife. When he slept in the same bed as her, the threats, real or imagined, seemed to dissipate. He never woke, for anything, not until she did. The lines about his eyes lessened, and he looked less haggard and worn. He stopped needing to seek comfort in whiskey, stopped needing to drink himself into the half-sleep in which he had become so accustomed. She had calmed him, softened him – and ultimately lulled him into a false sense of security. Around her he felt safe. Around her he felt like nothing could hurt him. He was wrong. The past few months had proved that he was wrong to stop being afraid of the dark. His wife had been captured, abused, tortured and left for dead at the hands of a possessed friend. In order to forget the ordeal, Eddison had made promises to dark powers that she did not truly understand – and forgot near everything but what had happened – forgot her family, her own brother, her husband – but not what she had suffered. And just as they thought they were going to pull through – they had lost their child. Their saving grace was taken from them. The one thing that was holding them together – gone. Then they'd fallen apart. Sebastian knew he'd been foolish to ignore his instincts, his training. He should never have believed that he and his family could be safe from the monsters hiding under the stairs. He should never have believed that they would stop haunting him, as he had hunted them. And thus he reverted to his old ways. He slept peacefully no more. He no longer allowed himself to be calm, to be placid – to be weak. An old adage suggested that there was no rest for the wicked – and as wicked and he went way back – he doubted that he should be resting either. But most recently, it hadn't been shadows waking him, or noises from outside. It had been the woman he loved moving restlessly, crying both awake and asleep, being torn apart at the seams with the knowledge that they'd lost their little one. That night was no different. A soft snuffle pervaded his dozing state, causing his eyes to flicker open, and with a groan and a stretch, he woke himself up. Pushing himself into a seated position, he looked around the darkened room with hooded eyes. He already knew, in the back of his mind, what had woken him. But in his daze, it seemed like he should check. And sure enough, sat forward on her side of the bed, her face in her hands, Eddie was awake again – trying to hold back tears as often she was in the dead of night. Reaching out a hand, resting it on her shoulder, he did her utmost to give it a reassuring squeeze. “Hey...babe...couldn't sleep again?” He knew the answer...but it was all he could do to ask.[/style]

Shade † of BTN

[Eddison Mavis James]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style, width: 70px; height: 300px; background-color: #ff6161; padding: 8px;] [classy=notestuff]WORDS[/classy][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; color: #4a3d3d; margin-top: 3px;]310[/style] [classy=notestuff]TAGS[/classy][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; color: #4a3d3d; margin-top: 3px;]Sebastian[/style] [classy=notestuff]NOTES[/classy][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; color: #4a3d3d; margin-top: 3px;]RWAR[/style]

[atrb=style, background-color: #d8dec3; width: 115px; padding: 5px; height: 300px;][atrb=vAlign,top] [classy=iconbro] [/classy][style=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; text-align: center; color: #ff6161; border-bottom: 2px solid #ebede2; margin-top: 3px;]SOUR CANDY[/style][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 8px; color: #4a3d3d; text-align: justify; margin-top: 2px; text-transform: uppercase; margin-left: 2px; margin-right: 2px;]NO WE WENT UNDER, THE WEIGHT WAS TOO MUCH TO CARRY AND I FELT THE THUNDER, MR. DON'T LOOK SO SCARED. I NEVER KNEW, I NEVER KNEW THAT I COULD BE SO SAD WE WENT UNDER.[/style]

[atrb=style, background-color: #ebede2; padding: 15px; height: 300px; width: 250px;][style=background-color: #ebede2; padding: 5px; height: 280px; overflow: auto; color: #4a3d3d; font-family: tahoma; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px;]Eddie jumped a little as a hand touched her shoulder. She lacked the hunter instincts her husband and best friends possessed, maybe they would have know that someone had woken beside them, but not Eddie. With a slight gasp, and a quick sniff like she could hide the fact she'd been crying, Eddie lifted her head from her hands and turned with tear soaked eyes to look at him. His words, despite their sleepy disposition, brought an instant sense of calm to the room that seemed to put her at ease, yet no matter how much she wished to lie to him and tell him she was fine, she just simply shook her head. Lifting her hand to her shoulders, Eddie let her fingers curl around his, her head gently leaning down to rest a cheek against the back of his hand as her big blue eyes looked upon his face. "It happened again..." Of course he'd know what she meant, even between the time she'd spent avoiding him at her dad's and the mornings he'd been away at some hunt rather than by her side, this had happened enough times to make it obvious what she meant. It was hard for Eddie, the once bubbly blonde surfer would have, on a normal morning, already been up and in amongst the waves by now. It almost made her wonder how she used to get away with sneaking out of bed, having gathered all her stuff and leaving the house without ever waking him. Hell it made her wonder how he used to sleep through her hitting him to wake him up to go with her. Now all it took was the sound of her tears to wake him, but then, she was glad it did. On mornings like this one, she really needed her husband by her side. [/style]

[style=font-family: courier new; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; padding-top: 3px;]TEMPLATE BY JOHN OF OTE & BTN[/style]

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[Sebastian James]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 600px; background-image: url(http://i1109.photobucket.com/albums/h424/Shade066/Random/bg014.png);] [STYLE=float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; background-image: url(http://i1126.photobucket.com/albums/l607/nilmarvel/000726hs.jpg); margin: 10 0 0 50px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; width: 140px; height: 90px;padding: 5 5 5 5px; margin: 10 0 0 10px; overflow: auto; font-family: Malgun gothic; font-size: 9px; color: #E5E5E5;]WORDS; 524 TAGS; eddie <3 THOUGHTS; i hope this works <3 [/style] [STYLE=width: 230px; height: 290px; margin: 120 0 0 60px; padding: 10 9 10 11px; overflow: auto; font-family: Malgun gothic; font-size: 11px; color: #E5E5E5;]The moment she turned around, Sebastian knew that Eddie wasn't okay, that she wasn't fine, and that she'd been no doubt woken by a nightmare once again – or rather the recurring nightmare that they both shared - that seemed to not only pervade their dreams but be their entire reality, constantly breaking through into waking conscious thought and memory. In truth he'd known before she turned around, known the second he'd seen her awake, sat up, covering her face with her hands in the early hours of the morning. But her moving to face him – it was all the confirmation he needed. His heart felt like it was being torn in two, all metaphorical strings stretched taut. Even in the dim light of the early dawn, he could see her eyes glisten, and wet trails wound down the soft curves of her cheeks. She had tried to wipe her eyes before she looked at him, but it had been no good. She'd merely spread the damp across her face, and the sniff she'd managed to try and clear her airways had been but another tell tale sign that she'd been weeping. There was nothing she could do – or say, to try and pretend that everything was fine. And she didn't. Dropping her head onto his hand, she spoke but one sentence – and the heart strings that had been taut snapped, and an all too familiar pain spread across his chest. It happened again... He knew exactly what that meant. It meant that she'd dreamt of her baby. Their baby. No doubt that they were happy together, one little family... Then, she could have recalled the moment that the doctor told the both of them that their baby, their child, the little life that they'd clung to to keep them together was gone. He didn't feel it mattered which – he could barely thing about either without wanting to cry himself – and Sebastian James didn't cry. Shifting forward, gently squeezing the fingers that had curled around his, he lifted a hand to her cheek, starting to brush away the remnants of the tears that had fallen there. For a moment, that's all he could bare to do – brush away her tears. He knew that if he moved to embrace her, he would shed his own to join hers. But there was little that he could do to stop himself. She needed him to be closer to her – and he wanted the exact same thing. Taking his hand from hers, he sat himself up, wrapped his arms around her tiny back and tugged her into him, her face against his chest, giving her body a gentle squeeze. His fingers found her hair, and he toyed with her locks gently, leaning his head down to kiss at the golden strands softly. It took but moments for him to snuffle a little himself – trying to hold back the flood that he felt rising behind his eyes. He wasn't sure he could even speak – words wouldn't have been any use. All he could do was hold her. [/style]

Shade † of BTN

[Eddison Mavis James]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style, width: 70px; height: 300px; background-color: #ff6161; padding: 8px;] [classy=notestuff]WORDS[/classy][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; color: #4a3d3d; margin-top: 3px;]531[/style] [classy=notestuff]TAGS[/classy][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; color: #4a3d3d; margin-top: 3px;]Sebastian[/style] [classy=notestuff]NOTES[/classy][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; color: #4a3d3d; margin-top: 3px;]RWAR[/style]

[atrb=style, background-color: #d8dec3; width: 115px; padding: 5px; height: 300px;][atrb=vAlign,top] [classy=iconbro] [/classy][style=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; text-align: center; color: #ff6161; border-bottom: 2px solid #ebede2; margin-top: 3px;]SOUR CANDY[/style][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 8px; color: #4a3d3d; text-align: justify; margin-top: 2px; text-transform: uppercase; margin-left: 2px; margin-right: 2px;]NO WE WENT UNDER, THE WEIGHT WAS TOO MUCH TO CARRY AND I FELT THE THUNDER, MR. DON'T LOOK SO SCARED. I NEVER KNEW, I NEVER KNEW THAT I COULD BE SO SAD WE WENT UNDER.[/style]

[atrb=style, background-color: #ebede2; padding: 15px; height: 300px; width: 250px;][style=background-color: #ebede2; padding: 5px; height: 280px; overflow: auto; color: #4a3d3d; font-family: tahoma; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px;]She couldn't help but hate herself for waking him. It was the very last thing she'd wanted to do but at the same time, she really didn't want to cry on her own. So as much as she was mad she woke him, she was so thankful the hand that stroked her cheek, for the arms from which it was attached, the man to which those arms belonged. As his fingers wiped at her eyes, shifting away a lose tear, she sniffed gently in a fruitless attempt to stop its brothers and sisters running down after it. Mentally, she was just praying he'd hold her. She knew it was selfish because she could see in his face that he was crumbling, but those arms seemed so inviting to her right now. The second he pulled her close, her body caved, curling into him like it was the only hope she had. Really, it was! Her nose found the center of his chest, nuzzling in gently as she placed her face to it. The feel of his fingers in her hair were often the most soothing things in the world but at that very moment, it was doing so little to relieve the ache in her chest, but it was her husbands snuffle that did it. Her hands found his chest, fists balling and resting against it either side of her head. It was the shake of her shoulders that was evident first, the way her chest quivered as she tried to breath. Her sobs were silent, probably because she didn't have it in her to make a peep. Her legs sprawled out on the bed, poking out of her sleep shorts as the rest of her petite frame seemed to disappear into him. She knowing that he was crying. She hated more that his crying brought her a sense of relief. She wasn't alone. She didn't have to be alone. I wish I could say that all Eddie needed was to let it out, hell, Eddie wished it could be said, but the truth was, even once the tears were nothing but a memory and once the young surfer was up, and doing things, and plastering on fake smiles, that ache was still going to be in her heart, as solid if not more so than it was when she cried. Eddison James was broken. She was beyond being fixed by her husband or her brother or her father. She knew that the only thing that could fix her was her little girl, the blonde haired beauty she'd fought so hard for. Right now, all her fighting seemed for nothing, and she had nothing left in her, yet day after day, she faked it, because that was what was expected of her. She fought for other people because really... they didn't need her.... and she didn't see anything in herself left fighting for. She was nothing anymore. The emotions that once kept the girl so vibrant were now what tortured her, and the girl that believed the best in everything, that looked for the silver lining, she died the moment they told her that had been the fate of her daughter. [/style]

[style=font-family: courier new; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; padding-top: 3px;]TEMPLATE BY JOHN OF OTE & BTN[/style]

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[Sebastian James]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 600px; background-image: url(http://i1109.photobucket.com/albums/h424/Shade066/Random/bg014.png);] [STYLE=float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; background-image: url(http://i1126.photobucket.com/albums/l607/nilmarvel/000726hs.jpg); margin: 10 0 0 50px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; width: 140px; height: 90px;padding: 5 5 5 5px; margin: 10 0 0 10px; overflow: auto; font-family: Malgun gothic; font-size: 9px; color: #E5E5E5;]WORDS; 594 TAGS; eddie <3 THOUGHTS; i hope this works <3 [/style] [STYLE=width: 230px; height: 290px; margin: 120 0 0 60px; padding: 10 9 10 11px; overflow: auto; font-family: Malgun gothic; font-size: 11px; color: #E5E5E5;]Sebastian's heart seemed to only be ripped further apart as he felt Eddie's small shoulders start to shake in his grasp. They were mere ripples at first, a few rolling shudders that seemed to raise one shoulder, and then the other. Then, the movements got more intense, and she started to shake silently against him, although no sound passed her lips. He could feel a dampness growing at his chest, a mere trickle at first, but one that soon became a flood, the salt tears washing over his skin, smudged by his wife's nose as she snuffled and moved it about. It made it impossible for him – that wetness, and the feeling of her shaking - to keep his own tears back. Just as silently as Eddie's, small, near crystalline droplets leaked from his blinking eyes, leaving a slightly shining trail down the contours of his cheeks, stopping only when they reached his jaw, dripping then into the blond locks his chin was pressed into. It was nearly impossible to stop. Once she began – once his resolve had broken – he couldn't reign himself back in. He shook just as much as the girl he loved, and it only caused him to hold her tighter. He was unsure how long he sat there, clinging to the small girl in his arms, his heart pounding in his chest, an ache spreading through out his body – as if in crying all the pain he felt in losing his daughter became real again. He wasn't sure he'd been able to block it out – but he realized he had. He'd completely numbed himself into feeling – well – nothing. It's how he'd gone from giving up hunting to returning to it with a vengeance, how he'd gone from a family man to a blood stained, machete wielding murderer over night. He'd stopped himself feeling – and sat there, crying with his wife, in unison, as if they were one, it all came rushing back. It hurt so much that it actually caused him to choke a little, all his muscles tensing at once. His hands tightened on Eddie, and he clung to her as if life depended on it – which it did. Without her, he wasn't sure he could have faced the events of the past year, and he needed her then more than he could say. But he couldn't rely on her to keep him afloat – not when she was drowning. She had suffered as much, if not more, than he had. And as both of them were trying to stay afloat – he couldn't be the one to drag her any deeper. No – he had to be strong for her. He had to be the one to pull her back to the surface – because they couldn't both be going under. He had to save her, and in saving her – he'd save himself. Gritting his teeth together, grinding them over one another, he bit down hard on his lip, using a sharp influx of pain to break his thought process. With a momentarily clear head, he shuffled back from Eddie, breaking his grasp on her, and took her face in his hands, gently tilting it up so that his eyes were level with hers. Then he gazed long and hard into them, using his thumbs to stroke her cheeks. “Eddie...look at me.” His voice was nothing more than a hushed whisper, but there was an undertone of control and demand despite the quiet. “Look at me now...” [/style]

Shade † of BTN

[Eddison Mavis James]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #d8dec3; width: 115px; padding: 5px; height: 300px;][atrb=vAlign,top] [classy=iconbro] [/classy][style=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; text-align: center; color: #ff6161; border-bottom: 2px solid #ebede2; margin-top: 3px;]SOUR CANDY[/style][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 8px; color: #4a3d3d; text-align: justify; margin-top: 2px; text-transform: uppercase; margin-left: 2px; margin-right: 2px;]NO WE WENT UNDER, THE WEIGHT WAS TOO MUCH TO CARRY AND I FELT THE THUNDER, MR. DON'T LOOK SO SCARED. I NEVER KNEW, I NEVER KNEW THAT I COULD BE SO SAD WE WENT UNDER.[/style]

[atrb=style, background-color: #ebede2; padding: 15px; height: 300px; width: 250px;][style=background-color: #ebede2; padding: 5px; height: 280px; overflow: auto; color: #4a3d3d; font-family: tahoma; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px;]The sense of closeness that came from his sobs were enough to beat guilt into Eddie, her body filled with it for almost a minute, but it was soon replaced with relief and familiarity. She'd married this man because she loved him, obviously, but also because he got her, because her understood her, because he felt her enough to know how to make things okay. He always knew the words to say, or when not to say words at all, when there was just a need for his arms to make her safe again. She wasn't sure how to feel safe anymore, but this, right here, it was a good start. For a while now her husband had felt lost to her. Even when she looked in his eyes, it was like he was half a person, it wasn't like she was judging, for she herself hadn't felt whole in a long time. Ordinarily you'd think that together they'd at least make a whole, but Eddie also wasn't sure how often they'd really been 'together' in the last few months. She felt like little more than a mess by the time Sebastian pulled back, her eyes closing as his hands touched her face. Her eyes were as blue as the sea, her tears the waves that crashed against the shore on this stormy morning, but upon his request, they looked up into his. Her hands lifted to press against his chest, craving the familiar beating they'd felt moments before and longing for the closeness it gave her. She didn't utter a word, in fact her teeth gripped her lower lip like a vice, making such a thing almost impossible, but she was his... He had her attention completely. [/style]

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