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behind the eyes | {mace/kieran} Jul 7, 2017 0:32:41 GMT -5

Post by gamemaker 💀 hades lochlan on Jul 7, 2017 0:32:41 GMT -5

K I E R A N .

A devil in the headlights of my dreams, and my eyes refused to stay closed—

("Do you believe in ghosts?"
"No.")

I wondered if I might have. I looked over at my alarm clock, scowling when I saw it was only 4:30. I tried to fall back asleep until the silence became deafening. Thoughts of this place, of seeing my mother and Uncle Arbor, of hugging Eden goodbye one last time were like weights tethered to my feet in the oceans of my mind. They pulled me down, down, down, and when I finally couldn't take it anymore, I rolled out of bed, snatching my boxing gloves from the bedside table and closing the door to my room as quietly as I could.

I tiptoed through the living quarters, careful not to disturb Dad and Saffron, or my brothers and sisters, until I reached the end of the hall. The mouth of the tenth floor was littered in children's toys and empty bottles and sippy cups, and if a person hadn't known better, it would have seemed perfectly ordinary. I cursed when I stepped on one of Mason's action figures, and then I noticed movement on the couch across the room. Dad rocked a very much awake Quinn in his arms, more asleep than he was awake.

For whatever reason, it made me smile. I wondered if he even noticed me standing there for the longest, and when he didn't say anything, I was content to watch. It brought on a sort of warmth, a nostalgia that it didn't make sense for me to have: just a father in his natural habitat, completely undisturbed by anything else. I wondered if I had ever woken him up in the middle of the night. Probably not, since our time together had always been very limited.

I resented myself for holding it over his head for as long as I had. He was a father to me where he could be, and even when we were apart, I talked to him daily until I stopped answering the phone. I stopped answering. Looking back on it, I couldn't help feeling a bit embarrassed by it all. Especially now, when there was no one I looked up to more.

"Would you like me to take over?" I asked in a hushed tone. I sat my gloves down and stepped closer to him.

"I know how you old people love your sleep."

Last Edit: Jul 7, 2017 6:00:23 GMT -5 by gamemaker 💀 hades lochlan

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behind the eyes | {mace/kieran} Jul 12, 2017 13:32:17 GMT -5

Post by garnet beauford d8 [earthling] on Jul 12, 2017 13:32:17 GMT -5

♕ m a c e ♕

❝ one more word,
and you won't survive ❞

He cherished the late nights with his youngest daughter. At a few months old, she was just starting to smile and she would stare so hard at him, sometimes. He tried to communicate with her, grey eyes to grey eyes. He wondered if her eyes would settle into green or blue or brown instead but secretly he hoped they would remain identical to his own. Like Kieran's. Not that he'd ever doubted Aranica, but Kieran's eyes had put even the tabloids to rest.

Mace shifted on the over stuffed Capitol couch, trying to get a better view of Quinn's bright eyes without exposing her to the yellow street lights. A yawn escaped. Had he fallen asleep? Quinn still stared. Mace smiled.

"Would you like me to take over? I know how you old people love your sleep."

Mace snorted, breaking the staring contest with his daughter to level his gaze at his grey-eyed son. "Oh yes, because you teenagers really hate to sleep, especially during the daylight." He felt a little smug. There'd been years when he hadn't known a damn thing about Kieran's habits. Now, possibly, he knew a little too much, at least according to his eldest. "But sure, son. I gotta piss."

He made Kieran sit beside him and then carefully passed Quinn over, transferring her head last. He didn't stand until he was sure his son had a grip on the best of her neck. Only then did he hurry off to the bathroom, do his business and then flee right back to them, without dropping the seat cover. He'd probably take a beating for that later but he was desperate to be with his children and who really cared about the position of the fucking seat cover?

The fragile, anxious parental voice within quieted the moment he returned to the living room. Kieran clearly knew what he was doing; he almost looked... comfortable.

Mace's brow furrowed as he sat down on the edge of the coffee table, facing his children. "Don't get any ideas," he said, his tone caught somewhere between teasing and concern.