Post by May Robin Forrest-Allen on Oct 27, 2012 23:00:49 GMT -5
When they got there, Aeron put her in a bed, and was about to leave but she pulled him back down and made him lay down there with her.
The next morning, May woke up she could feel blood crusted on her face, and her eye was swollen beyond seeing, but with her other eye she looked around the room.
~(Aeron POV)
Aeron brought breakfast in. It wasn't much, just some oatmeal and a thick piece of bread, but it was food. And May needed food.
"Good morning. Here's breakfast." He said, placing the bowl next to her on the bed.
~May~
She blinked up at him and rubbed her non swollen eye.
"What no pet names?" she asked.k
"I can give you a pet name if you want....sunshine..." Aeron responded, handing her a spoon.
She nodded, and took the spoon, but simply pushed the oatmeal around the bowl. The last thing she felt like doing was eating right now. Evenutally she just put the bowl to the side and looked up at him. "Ask."
"Tell." Was the response. He wasn't going to ask, at least not now. He felt like this was something she had to offer, not something she felt like she had to say.
She looked at him. "Her name is Saphire."
"Did she get your eyes then?"
She shook her head. "No, it's her birth stone. Bambi named her. I think her parents are keeping the name, but I didn't meet them."
He just nodded and hugged her.
She smiled and patted him on the back. "I'm okay with it. She's going to be a lot happier. I just...couldn't. She's why I left." She paused. "And Delvin."
He didn't ask. He just hugged. What could he say anyways?
"Asking questions would make this easier." she said. "I can't tell you everything, but I'll tell you most."
"How long were you living with him?"
"Five months." she answered. "I...He.... He didn't hit me till.... the second month. Only when he was drunk though."
"And just how often was he drunk?"
May swallowed. "A lot."
"I see."
She put her arms around her legs and put her face between her knees. "Are you mad at me?"
"Why would I be mad at you? What did you do wrong?"
May shook her head. "I...I...." She hugged her knees tighter. "I don't know."
"Nothing. You did nothing wrong. You hear me, May Robin Forrest-Allen?"
She nodded, her face still in her knees. "Okay."
He wrapped his arms around her currently compacted self and squeezed her, gently and reassuringly.
After a while, May unwound her self and got up. "Let me make you an actual breakfast." she said, and went into the kitchen. "I learned how to make this Woodland dish- it's like a pancake but better- Crepes."
Wisely not mentioning the fact that he had already eaten, he nodded and stood up, going to join her in his small kitchen.
Looking through his fridge, she found most of what she needed and improvised the rest- more or less. Well, it didnt' taste that bad coming out.... Ish.
He ate it.
She laughed. "You know, you didn't have to eat it. You kinda winced on the first bite.... Ya could have stopped there."
"I know you Forrest-Allen girls. I've been trained to not listen to what you say and instead listen to what you mean or else you'll kill me. You said you'll make breakfast, what you meant was "I'm going to cook and you will eat it all or else."
May shrugged. "Maybe, Maybe not. Now you've eaten it and you'll never know. You could have suffered through an extremely horrid meal for no reason at all. And wouldn't that just be silly?" She asked, perching her self next to him.
"Please May, you made it. It couldn't be horrid even if you used expired food and poisoned it for good measure. And added some nice spit to it. You didn't spit in it, right?"
"Spit no. But there's a few antidotes you might want me to make for you."
"Wouldn't have it any other way, sweetheart."
She patted him on the head. "So you say, but one day I'll actually poison you and you'll think differently." She pecked him on the cheek got up and looked around. "You should not live alone. This place is dreary."
"I look forward to the day of my death by your hand."
He looked around.
"I like it."
"Of course you do, You're morbid and colorless." she told him. "And messy."
"And you absolutely love it." He teased.
"Only if I can paint it all purple."
"Whatever you want, dear."
"Sweet cakes." She sat down on one of his dingy grey couches, then decided to lay down and closed her eyes. "Ya know.....No."
He rolled his eyes and went to the water bucket, wet a towel, and went over to where she was lying down to wipe the dried blood gently off her face.
"There." He said when her face was all free of blood. "You look better. Less bloody, more May-y."
"I thought you liked it when I'm blood covered and dirty from a battle." she teased.
"Only when you end up in my bed at the end of the night."
She rolled her closed eyes. "Cause that happens so often."
"I'll just keep pressing my luck till it becomes a regular occurrence."
"Only in your wildest dreams, love." she said. "And maybe if you ask Santa really nicely, so he doesn't give you coal this year." Cause, you know, May is always at the top of his naughty-nice list.
"My more wild dreams tend not to even involve a bed at all." He replied. "And I have been a very good boy this year. Santa owes me."
"Maybe you'll get a horse to play house with."
"Maybe I'd rather have a spring bird."
She opened one eye and looked at him, then reached over and smoothed out a part of his hair that was sticking up- missed it though, no depth perception as of current. "Maybe."
The next morning, May woke up she could feel blood crusted on her face, and her eye was swollen beyond seeing, but with her other eye she looked around the room.
~(Aeron POV)
Aeron brought breakfast in. It wasn't much, just some oatmeal and a thick piece of bread, but it was food. And May needed food.
"Good morning. Here's breakfast." He said, placing the bowl next to her on the bed.
~May~
She blinked up at him and rubbed her non swollen eye.
"What no pet names?" she asked.k
"I can give you a pet name if you want....sunshine..." Aeron responded, handing her a spoon.
She nodded, and took the spoon, but simply pushed the oatmeal around the bowl. The last thing she felt like doing was eating right now. Evenutally she just put the bowl to the side and looked up at him. "Ask."
"Tell." Was the response. He wasn't going to ask, at least not now. He felt like this was something she had to offer, not something she felt like she had to say.
She looked at him. "Her name is Saphire."
"Did she get your eyes then?"
She shook her head. "No, it's her birth stone. Bambi named her. I think her parents are keeping the name, but I didn't meet them."
He just nodded and hugged her.
She smiled and patted him on the back. "I'm okay with it. She's going to be a lot happier. I just...couldn't. She's why I left." She paused. "And Delvin."
He didn't ask. He just hugged. What could he say anyways?
"Asking questions would make this easier." she said. "I can't tell you everything, but I'll tell you most."
"How long were you living with him?"
"Five months." she answered. "I...He.... He didn't hit me till.... the second month. Only when he was drunk though."
"And just how often was he drunk?"
May swallowed. "A lot."
"I see."
She put her arms around her legs and put her face between her knees. "Are you mad at me?"
"Why would I be mad at you? What did you do wrong?"
May shook her head. "I...I...." She hugged her knees tighter. "I don't know."
"Nothing. You did nothing wrong. You hear me, May Robin Forrest-Allen?"
She nodded, her face still in her knees. "Okay."
He wrapped his arms around her currently compacted self and squeezed her, gently and reassuringly.
After a while, May unwound her self and got up. "Let me make you an actual breakfast." she said, and went into the kitchen. "I learned how to make this Woodland dish- it's like a pancake but better- Crepes."
Wisely not mentioning the fact that he had already eaten, he nodded and stood up, going to join her in his small kitchen.
Looking through his fridge, she found most of what she needed and improvised the rest- more or less. Well, it didnt' taste that bad coming out.... Ish.
He ate it.
She laughed. "You know, you didn't have to eat it. You kinda winced on the first bite.... Ya could have stopped there."
"I know you Forrest-Allen girls. I've been trained to not listen to what you say and instead listen to what you mean or else you'll kill me. You said you'll make breakfast, what you meant was "I'm going to cook and you will eat it all or else."
May shrugged. "Maybe, Maybe not. Now you've eaten it and you'll never know. You could have suffered through an extremely horrid meal for no reason at all. And wouldn't that just be silly?" She asked, perching her self next to him.
"Please May, you made it. It couldn't be horrid even if you used expired food and poisoned it for good measure. And added some nice spit to it. You didn't spit in it, right?"
"Spit no. But there's a few antidotes you might want me to make for you."
"Wouldn't have it any other way, sweetheart."
She patted him on the head. "So you say, but one day I'll actually poison you and you'll think differently." She pecked him on the cheek got up and looked around. "You should not live alone. This place is dreary."
"I look forward to the day of my death by your hand."
He looked around.
"I like it."
"Of course you do, You're morbid and colorless." she told him. "And messy."
"And you absolutely love it." He teased.
"Only if I can paint it all purple."
"Whatever you want, dear."
"Sweet cakes." She sat down on one of his dingy grey couches, then decided to lay down and closed her eyes. "Ya know.....No."
He rolled his eyes and went to the water bucket, wet a towel, and went over to where she was lying down to wipe the dried blood gently off her face.
"There." He said when her face was all free of blood. "You look better. Less bloody, more May-y."
"I thought you liked it when I'm blood covered and dirty from a battle." she teased.
"Only when you end up in my bed at the end of the night."
She rolled her closed eyes. "Cause that happens so often."
"I'll just keep pressing my luck till it becomes a regular occurrence."
"Only in your wildest dreams, love." she said. "And maybe if you ask Santa really nicely, so he doesn't give you coal this year." Cause, you know, May is always at the top of his naughty-nice list.
"My more wild dreams tend not to even involve a bed at all." He replied. "And I have been a very good boy this year. Santa owes me."
"Maybe you'll get a horse to play house with."
"Maybe I'd rather have a spring bird."
She opened one eye and looked at him, then reached over and smoothed out a part of his hair that was sticking up- missed it though, no depth perception as of current. "Maybe."
