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Post by Braeden L'Amant on Oct 6, 2006 22:47:04 GMT -5
Braeden sat, confused, as he listened to Filles speak. The hurt and pain in her eyes scared him a little. What had happened to her while he was away? Whatever it was, he could tell that she had been deeply affected by it.
Even though she inched away from him, he scooted closer to her. Braeden ran a finger down her cheek then turned her sad face to look at him. “Filles, baby, everyone makes mistakes. Hell, I know. And I guess you could say that I am to blame for whatever mistakes you may have made while we were apart and I’m sorry. But regardless of what happened or what you did then, I still want to be with you.” She was his everything; nothing would change that.
“We’ve been through hell and now we have to make our way back…together. We need each other now more than ever. Filles, you’ve seen me at my worst and still you’re there for me. And I’ll be there for you. No matter what. I love you.”
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Post by Filles Dé Roi on Oct 28, 2006 21:22:18 GMT -5
She didn't even want to talk about what happened. Sure it had taken her a few more times to get bruised and beaten before she realized that she could be the terrorizer of the situation - but at the time it seemed delicious. The prospect of her being able to inflict pain on so many people, not just physically, but mentally and emotionally as well brought a major dose of satisfaction into her life. And for many years she played the part of the puppeteer, silently weaving her web of mass distruction, taking out any puppet that dare to get tangled up in it.
She'd hurt so many people...it seemed gorgeous at the time. Now it was gruesome and unthoughtful. She regretted it, all the time.
But maybe it was expected of her. After all, going through about 700 years of torture on your mind and body really started to take a toll. She had just gotten so enraged, and people probably would have predicted that she would take on the role of the cynical one.
She warily eased back into his embrace, and allowed his finger to trail down her cheek. She could almost shiver, remembering he'd put many bruises in that place before. Her cheek suddenly felt tender, and she had to rub it soothingly, trying to take pain away from previous centuries. It still stung. It was always there... Yet she would give into Braeden once again, he would always be her weakness. He'd been one of Filles' more serious relationships. All though painful - she would never forget him. She'd loved him. Regardless of his obvious flaws.
"It wasn't your fault, Braeden, it was just...everything..." she said, with a distant look in her crystal eyes, but she came back with a small smile, in which she used while looking up at him. Her black and blonde tresses pressed against his chest as she leaned back, and she sighed deeply. "Really? You're always so sweet..." maybe that's why she was addicted to him before, all though he'd hurt her, when he wasn't mad he'd always made her feel like a goddess.
She slipped her hand into his, holding it as he spoke, a smile faint on her pink lips. She turned to him, her arms wrapped around his neck, and her lips pressed gently to his. Filles pulled away with a nip at his bottom lip, before saying softly, "I'm here for you too - and you know I've always loved you, even through it all..." she said, her voice growing more quiet. Yes she'd always loved him, even if she was thrown to the floor by his very fist.
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Post by Braeden L'Amant on Nov 27, 2006 20:48:23 GMT -5
Braeden wanted know what had happened to her that had her so shaken up, but he didn’t want to force it out of her. He too had done things that he wasn’t proud of while he was away, but Filles had probably expected that of him. He had not expected this of her. In his eyes, she was perfect. Her beauty was indescribable and her love was incomparable. Filles was like no other. He couldn’t understand what it was that she was talking about that could make her seem as horrible as she was saying she was. “Tell me what happened, Love. It’s the only way I’ll be able to truly understand.”
Maybe having her tell him was a bad idea. He thought of what she might say. Had there been another man that she had loved more than he? Did he touch her the way he did? Did he love her the way he did? There was no way. No one could love Filles as much as Braeden had, but the thought of anyone even trying made him angry. The thought of another mans lips and hands where his had been made him blaze with fury. Braeden was such a hypocrite. He had been with plenty of other women while he was gone, none of them compared to Filles at all and he was ready to kill any man that tried to steal her from him.
What if he couldn’t control himself? What if whatever happened made him so angry that he hit her…or worse? The thought of his fist against her smooth skin made him tremble with rage. The sound of her helpless screams and cries in his ears terrorized him. He distanced himself from her a little to brace himself for whatever she might say. He wouldn’t ruin everything he had come back for.
Braeden had always imagined that the Filles he’s left behind centuries ago would be the same Filles that he’d come back to. However, that was impossible. Tonight has shown him that she had changed so much since he’d been gone. SO much so, that he was afraid of who she had become.
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Post by Filles Dé Roi on Dec 1, 2006 22:16:58 GMT -5
She only offered him a weak smile as he asked her politely to elaborate. She didn't want to, but how could he judge her when he had done the same, if not worse? At least she rarely through a fist to someone. That was one up she had on him. It almost hurt her to be comparing herself with him, in a way that she was so much better because she had caused less physical pain. As if that were any better. She snickered slightly, bitterly amused.
Filles watched cooly as he held himself back, sort of slipping away. She smiled at his effort, but was slightly cold that he had to do it. Of course, that was safer than his skin against hers. She recalled a beating with a flinch, and smiled sadistically at him after the memory seeped from her mind. The demoness had gotten to her feet at some point in her speech before, and now took a step toward him, bending over so her face was level with his, a bit of fierceness backing up her bold moves. Hatred? Partially, of course she could despise the one she loved dearly.
She now grinned, endearingly. but it held some kind of crazed gleam. "I told you, baby," she said, though it was difficult, but the sinister way she lipped it seemed to give her a false confidence...who was he to judge her? She asked herself again. He couldn't. And with her intense crystal eyes, she dared him to smack her. Maybe this time she would fight back. Her soul had been stepped on so many times that it was immune to shattering.
And Filles finished, "I became a mental abuser, y'know, kinda like you, and all of the other guys I've been with, I was in control, I manipulated, broke hearts, and crushed strong wills right in between my fingers..." she purred, and made the gesture, that sadistic smile growing ever stronger.
"I just got so angry." Filles recalled, with fire in her eyes, and venom on her lips. She reached to Braeden, cradling his jaw, before picking him up just by that bone. She held him over her head, arms extended, before dropping his body, and grinding him into the tree. Maybe this was a breakdown point for Filles, and for the better. Her hand rested on his abs, keeping him pinned to the tree by that hand, her other resting upon his chin, tilting his head downward.
Their chests touched, but her balled up fist in his abdomen kept them from too much contact. "I wanted someone to feel all of that damn pain that was loaded on me for all of those years, 500 years Braedan - 500 years of all of the male's speicies damn bullshit! ALL OF IT!" Filles screamed at him, her eyes turning livid with fury. "And for once," she demanded, now poking a finger to his chest, "I wanted to be the one make every one hurt, and pay for all of the times I did," she was angry. And she didn't care what he did. For once.
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Post by Braeden L'Amant on Jan 28, 2007 16:47:14 GMT -5
It was natural for anyone who had been through all that Filles had been through to be angry. Braeden somewhat expected that from her. What he hadn’t expected was this strange demeanor that she took on as she spoke. It seemed to suggest that Filles enjoyed the terrible things she did to people. Braeden wasn’t like that. Yes, he was physically and mentally abusive, but he wasn’t proud of the things that he did. It hurt him to do the things he did, but he couldn’t control himself.
Braeden heard everything she’d said loud and clear but it still wasn’t making sense to him. The girl that he loved, the one he’d left here so long ago, was gone and he doubted that he’d ever get her back.
Despite the discomfort in his jaw, Braeden allowed himself to be lifted off the ground and slammed into a tree. Pushing her buttons was the last thing he wanted to do right now. The old Filles never fought back, but it seemed as if the new Filles could and would kill him if she wanted to.
Braeden didn’t think she was crazy, just insanely angry. He tried to be tolerant and understanding, but the more she yelled at him the angrier he got. Braeden pushed her so that she wouldn’t be so close to him, pointing her finger. “Listen to yourself! You sound like a f**king psycho. How could you intentionally hurt people for your own satisfaction?” Now he was stepping toward her. “I’m no saint, but hurting you never gave me any pleasure. You disgust me!”
Braeden couldn’t believe that this was happening. He had come all the back to this forest solely to be with Filles only to find out that she had changed. She had turned into someone evil, someone who wouldn’t love him the way he needed. He wouldn’t be able to change his ways for someone like her. Suddenly it dawned on him that this must be how Filles was feeling all along. She had probably lied about loving him. She was probably using him and manipulating him the way she did those men she talked about. Braeden wasn’t having that. He was so enraged that she didn’t love him the way he loved her.
“You lying b*tch. You’ve ruined everything.” Before he even realized what he was doing he had already slapped her across the face hard. The minute he’d done it, he regretted it, but he was too angry to find the words to apologize.
OoC: I posted this a month ago, but I guess you didn't notice so I reposted it to catch your eye. Sorry it took so long to reply. I had no idea what to write. I hope this is okay.
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