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Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2017 13:04:03 GMT -7
Novaturient nO-va-'tUr-E-ent (adj.) desiring or seeking powerful change in one's life, behavior, or situation
It had been months since February had seen her family. The miscreants didn't come back after their attack on the dinner. Draven fully expected the little rat to have another plan up her sleeves, he'd been prepared for it, always looking over his shoulders and preparing for the unexpected. But she never came back. Over the months, everyone eased into a routine. Some breakfasts were spent formally with the entire family, some mornings it was them just grabbing something quick as they rushed out the door. Then he and February would go to school. Then they would spend the rest of the afternoon together either at home or out and about. Then dinner with the entire family again. It was routine, but he liked it. Draven threw in amusement for them once in a while. He'd take her to trips, though there weren't many places to go in the district. But he would find unexpected things for them to do and odd places to see. He'd become comfortable in their life together. Of course, his parents didn't let them stay in the same room. But at least February had her own room now, though she spent most of her time in his, "studying".
As of late though, Draven had noticed some changes. But it couldn't be anything too troubling, at least Draven didn't think so. She never said anything, and she always tells him if something was bothering her. Tonight, he snuck into her room. She'd gone to bed right after dinner, which was specially odd.
"Babe?" he whispered into the darkness of her room as he peered inside. He let himself in and closed the door behind him slowly. Draven walked up to her bed, sliding between the sheets and finding her warm body. "Is something wrong? Did I do something? Are you upset at me?"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2017 13:43:44 GMT -7
For the past few months, life had been perfect - well, almost perfect. After February broke down at November and December and forced them away, she hadn’t seen them since. There was a warm relief to that notion. The more time February spent with Draven, the more that she forgot her old life even existed at all. She was in school and studying, working to form a life and career for herself. She wore nice clothing, clean, beautiful articles that she purchased from stores - nothing that was stolen from a cheap store or mended after years of aging. She at dinner at a mahogany table with the Malcolms, a proper sit-down dinner, where there was always more than enough food to go around. In her months of staying with the Malcolms, February hadn’t felt true hunger. Food was always available when she wanted it. Most of all, she had her own, clean space, where she wasn’t tormented by younger siblings and the weight of her massive family. She felt free.
Draven had given her an entirely new world and she was fully in love with it. For a while, her life was so perfect that it seemed like a dream. For the past month, though, her rose colored world changed tints slightly. Her mornings came with a turning stomach, and the rest of her day with fatigue and exhaustion. February didn’t complain, though, because she’d been very sick in the past without ever having seen any sort of doctor. She assumed that it was some sort of minor illness or maybe even a figment of her imagination, some sort of grappling for something realistic in her life.
After dinner, February excused herself to her room. On her mind was the long paper due in class the following day that she hadn’t yet managed to start, a terrible blemish on her record of always completing all her work the day it was assigned. Also occupying her thoughts was the sickness rising in her stomach.
She lay in the dark for a while, soaking in the calm darkness and trying to focus on anything but her growing headache and her turning stomach. At some point, her door slid open, producing Draven. As he laid down beside her, she curled into him, loving the warmth he was putting out. ”No, you haven’t done anything wrong,” she said, shaking her head. ”I’m just not feeling very well at all,” she admitted, pressing into him more. ”Sorry if I made you think that I was mad at you.”
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Post by Deleted on Sept 15, 2017 20:34:49 GMT -7
Novaturient nO-va-'tUr-E-ent (adj.) desiring or seeking powerful change in one's life, behavior, or situation
Draven wrapped his arms around her, his face burying into her hair. She smelled like fruits. This is how he wanted to fall asleep every single night for the rest of his life. This was how he wanted to wake up in the morning. His arms wrapped around the woman he loved. They were going to be graduating soon and it would be off into the adult world. Working and having a home. Though his parents assumed that they'd always live in the Victor's village. Draven had other things in mind though. Sure, he wouldn't reject his parent's money. At least they could live comfortably and he didn't want February to be working too much. He would support her in whatever she wanted to do, but he could at least have a good enough job that paid well that she wouldn't have to work if she didn't have to.
"I love you, do you know what?" he said softly. "Are you really not feeling well? Because if you're feeling sick, it's been going on for a while. Maybe you should see a doctor, we can go first thing tomorrow." Draven didn't want to think the worst, that she was sick with some incurable disease. But at least they could find out if something was wrong and they could fix it. Draven's mind pictures them an old couple, lying in bed just like this.
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