How did it come to this? How was it that just a few hours ago he had spoken to her, and he had heard her laugh at one of his stupid comments and how she ended their conversation with: I'll be there in a bit. See you soon. He should have never let her walk alone, he knew he should have, at least, met her half way, regardless if it would have made a difference or not; he should have and he didn't. Because she said she would be there in a bit and she would see him soon.... She would see him soon.....
But soon never came, and after 15 minutes, he became restless. Then 15 more minutes in, he became anxious and five minutes more and he was prepared to go out; he told himself he was just being paranoid, of course he was. He always was- pomp, even she's told him so (and assured him it was an endearing trait), but paranoid or not, he was ready to ride out.... and then that man came, carrying in his arms the very thing he was about to venture for. And that moment thereafter was a blur to him; he remembered running up to him, starring only at his poor Treasure, and the blood... oh Glob the blood... There was yelling then, he called out for someone... Gregory, most like, and that he had took her from the man---Knot? No, Nox, that was the name. His name was Nox-- and held her close. And the rest then was lost to him. But he was told that he was calling to her, talking to her, to rouse her, but she was unresponsive and that it took quite the effort to take her from him then.
That was three hours ago....
And during those three hours, he was furious. Oh yes. He was furious that something like this could happen to someone so precious, he was furious that these things, whatever they were, still roamed about (who knew how many others they had harmed already) but what he was mostly furious about, was of himself. He could not protect her, his darling Treasure, his Carmel... he had swore to her that he would always protect her.... and he failed. So now here he was... sitting at her bedside, watching her, intently, for some sign that she would wake. Gregory had told him that the lacerations on her body were deep, but not life threatening; she had dislocated her shoulder blade and that was set to right... but the blow to her head left her unresponsive. There was not telling when or...if she would wake. But he would hear nothing of that.
He would prove them wrong by staying by her side, watching her and speaking to her. He would get her to wake, no matter how long it took. And during that time, oh how he wanted to reach out to hold her hand, to brush away her hair, caress her cheek... but she looked so fragile and he wouldn't dare. No, he would wait as soon as she awoke. She would wake, of course she would, he was sure of it. Why, she was a strong girl, a real fire cracker.... she wouldn't let something like this take her down..... she wouldn't....she couldn't.... Any minute now, he knew it!
But that was yesterday...
He was so sure she would have woken yesterday, and now, as the sun rose, casting an orange glow across the room, almost like fire, he leaned forward, holding his hands together and bit his lip, swallowing up the lump that was forming in his throat once again, clearing his throat some before speaking. "Treasure..... suns up...." he muttered, smiling half heartidly as he looked down at her with tired eyes. Nothing. "Time t' ge' up....star' o' ah n-new day.....heh" Still nothing. "R-Rise....and shine. C'mon, lazy-b-bones..." he choked out, trying to let out a small chuckle that sounded so hoarse and not let the silence get to him. Oh he was trying, he was trying so hard not to break. Last thing he needed was for her to wake up and see him crying like a big baby. "Carmel....." he swallowed thickly again; pomp, his eyes were stinging so badly, and as he set his hand down upon hers, ever so gently, he let out a choked sob and bowed his head.
"Please... Please.... wake up.... Please..."
((This is a continuation of this: so yeah, I'm just gonna...ahaha.....QHQ ......... T A T *curls up and gross sobbles in the corner as she's consumed with feels. Thank you for reading~ Also, as time consuming this was, I am uber proud of it QwQ))
(( Pfft no cool names for these guys~ theyweren'tcoolenoughforonelol > v >
These creatures are called Waxes and they are made of~ you guessed it~ WAX lulz~ - v - ( The example picture is of a couple and their daughter and son )
Info about them: -Male Waxes are very mellow. There's not much that gets to them and they don't fight amongst themselves for dominance or anything like that. They're one big YMCA type lol. Males that don't have a family usually enjoy their bachelor life lazing around, eating, or helping females out that don't have a male to depend on because they are always ready to help someone in need. -Females are another story. They can't stand one another. Females are EXTREMELY vain and each female likes to think that she's the prettiest, but all the other females disagree because they think they're the prettiest. This usually starts a lot of fights among them. They also fight amongst themselves for male attention because since they all think they are the best female, then certainly they must get the best male to match with them. -A female looks for two things in a male. 1. How big and strong he is. 2. How hot is flames are (cuz males shot fire and females don't, so it's kind of a big deal to them to find a male with a good flame). A female wants a strong male, so that he can protect both her and her future offsprings. The ironic thing about females wanting a male with a strong flame is that females are actually scared of strong flames because unlike the males, their skin can only handle so much heat before it actually starts to damage them. However, it's because they know that fact why look for this quality because other jealous females sometimes will try and hurt another female's babies, BUT they better not let Daddy catch them because that is one of the things that makes males mad, so if any jealous females try to hurt his babies then he will spit fire on them and make them melt. (so it basically falls into protection as well lol) -Although females try and woo males with food and such, males usually are more interested in an underdog female because males have the urge to help and protect those who need it the most. -When a male does choose a female as his mate he will light the tips of her ears (which are wicks) and this let's other males know that she is off limits now. -when a couple is ready to start a family, the female will cut a few chunks of her hair wax, place them in a special rack, and will place it in a well like thing in the middle of their village called, "The Mold". After placing the rack in The Mold, the male then heats it with his fire. After waiting a couple of hours, they then pull it up and OMIGAWD THERE ARE BABIES IN THE RACK WHERE THE CHUNKS OF CLAY USE TO BE!! The parents then remove their babies from the racks and take them back home to their den~ ; v ; -Babies eat their mother's wax because it is nutrious nomnomnom :Ur
"Gordie, where are we going?" Carmel asked as her boyfriend had suddenly taken her hand during the middle of their New Years party. It wasn't strange for him to randomly take her and drag her to glob knew where to show her something. In fact, she found it rather adorable he would go out of his way to want to show her something, it always made her feel apart of whatever ran through that pumpkin head of his. But tonight he seemed far more distracted than usual, and even more so, when he learned it was nearly ready to strike midnight. So now here he was, leading her down the corridor, with that bright-eyed look she came to call his 'time-for-an-adventure-look
"Yeh'll see, now jus' keep followin' meh. Tha's i', follow th' swee', sultry sound o' mah accen'..."
"Oh you're such a dork, Gordie." she laughed. "I'm not even blindfolded."
"Ah know, bu' yeh jus' love mah accen', so ah though' tha' would give yeh some incentive." he retorted, to which she gave him playful tap in response.
"Well, I'd like to know where we're going when it's so near midnight; you know how your dad loves to make those long and dorky speeches during parties like this (and they're even more funnier when he's drunk like he is now). We don't want to miss that."
"Ach, there will be other long, dorky and drunken dad speeches, trus' meh." he said, now walking into his room (and giving his lazy cat a good scratch on his head as he passed) and then out to his balcony. "Ta da!! Here we are!" he said, flourishing his arm before him dramatically. And she only looked up at him curiously.
"Umm.... yeah, we're at your balcony." she laughed a bit and patted his arm lightly. "Baby, how many pumpkin ales have you had? Five? Six?"
"Ah know where we are, Treasure. Geez....And ah had eigh', bu' tha's nothin' t' meh..." he huffed and then moved forward, only to return with a small oval shaped lantern. "This, Carmel, is why ah brough' yeh ou' here. Uhhh... ok, still no' clear? Yeah, ah can tell. Yeh're given meh tha' "oh mah glob, wha' is he talkin' abou'" look.....ach..... ok." he handed her the lantern and then began, in a very regal and formal tone (a tone he only used when he had to do some public speaking. "Every year, usually durin' th' Autumn Festival, i's tradition tha' th' denizens o' Gourd release a lantern int' th' air by th' end o' th' nigh', before midnight, yeh see." he began, as he tapped the lantern lightly. "This here lantern is mean' t' carry ou' our thanks for a good harves', as well as our hopes and our wishes for somethin' equally bountiful for the comin' year...." and now dropping his regal tone, he led her towards the edge of the balcony. "Yeh had missed i' las' year, and ah really wanted yeh t' see i' this year, bu'... well, yeh saw how crazy th' festival go'. We didn' have time t' do this, which pompon sucked, yeh know? Ah was soooo mad." he chuckled and leaned forward onto the ledge and looked up at the sky. "Ah know i's sounds ah bi' silly and even childish, bu' tha's always been mah favorite par' o' th' festival. Oh yeh should see i' someday, Treasure." he sighed and oh, how his eyes began to brighten with "that" look of his again. And he rose a hand to wave across the twinkling night sky. "When th' whole kingdom releases them int' th' sky and for ah momen'.... i's no' dark anymore... is like a new dawn... like watchin' a new day arise... and i's so beautiful....." He turned to her then and smiled, reaching out to light a match and then the wick within the lantern. "Go on...." he placing a hand onto her shoulder and gave it a light squeeze and spoke gently. "...make a wish... and then le' i' go...."
She had been listening quietly and most intently and she could imagine it all, as he described it, right before her eyes, and oh how she wished she could have seen it. It was amazing how such a loud man such as him, whom was considered by many to be "not too bright", could say something so utterly profound, that it was mesmerizing. He always said he had his moments, and she supposed this was one of those times. And at his touch, she was pulled away from her reverie and she looked up at him, and how happy he was looked, practically excited! This was clearly something he loved and it made her overwhelmingly happy; he wanted to share this moment with her and her alone, and it made her heart soar. "Ok....." she finally answered, but then held the lantern out to him. "But you do it with me."
Ah now that had him smiling even more, and he readily held the other side gently in his fingertips, while he draped and arm about her. After a moment of silence, he had glanced over at her, her eyes clenched so tight, as if she were wishing for something with all her might, and he would remember that expression from that day on, and it would be one of his most cherished memories. And now she opened her eyes and turned to smile up at him. "Ready?" "You betcha." she answered and the both of them then released it into the air. Her hand was first to leave it, and it looked as if it would not float, but he gently gave it a small push and now both of them watched as her lantern.... no, their lantern, began to float away into the sky.
Neither of them spoke of their wish, and neither of them needed to. Because in that moment, they both knew it was the same: That they could be blessed with the luck of making equally good friends. To have enough laughter to enjoy their good times, and to have enough strength to make it through their bad ones. And most importantly, that they two, could be here, just like this, next year, to share this moment again. And for years to come.....
"Happy New Year, Carmel."
"Happy New Year, Gordie."
((Yup!!! There you go!! Wanted to start the New Year off with this!!!! Got kind of choked up writing this ok lol HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!!! And the music is titled First Love))
Anyway, this is Mason, MP3's younger brother and LAST (that'swhathermomsaidlol) sibling that she has. No one really calls him Mason though except for Madison though. They either call him MC or some people jokingly call him MP4 because of how much time he spends around MP3. ; v ;
Info about him: -He recently turned 5~ ; v ; -Although he's a MP, he can't play music or record sounds. He can download it, but when he tries to play it..it sounds like...ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!! -Not only is he unable to do that, but he is unable to speak as well. -Because he's like the first MP that has had all of these problems the doctors are really at a somewhat lost at what to do to fix him. -So he's basically all-around mute. -He does make little static noises though, which that is what the MPs consider as "baby gurgles", because that's the sound that their babies make. -He also has two left feet..so he's not a strong dancer either...so it's hard for him to really dance around and play with the other lil' MPs because he can't dance and sing like they do...so he doesn't really go to any of the lil' kid parties or anything... ; ^ ; -Despite all his problems though, he has a very sunny disposition~ He's a lil' shy with new people at first, but he warms up to them quickly~ ^ v ^ -His favorite thing to do is draw and color~ ; v ; -His favortie sibling is MP3, who he often tags along behind, unless she tells him that he can't. ))
This Idea was actually pretty cute to me ;u; and I had to draw it~ Pft Dorian probably likes to rant alot about his conquests, and past events, or even just his day of evil doing. And Chari just sits there and takes it like a champ XD
sad thing is though, She's actually listening even through the gruesome parts pft
Lol Dori feets
Enjoy dearies UuU
Dorian (c) omg girl you put up with too much of my nonsense, you are a saint XD
*Closes journal* Ok Colton... le's go... Glob help us all.....
((Yes!! This is what happens when I'm waiting for my damn net to turn back on!! I swear, I love to put Gordie in the most silliest situations! I'm just ashamed he has to drag everyone else into them too pffft no I'm not UvU And of course, don't mind my baby. He's always been sooooo dramatic. And all for a snowball fight XD Oh and.... yeah, there goes Rico. Somehow or another, he's always the butt of the joke XD I love you Rico!! I love you to bits!!))