Someone in the blazing moonlight <~Vy and Jeran~>
Nov 5, 2014 16:23:54 GMT -5
Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Nov 5, 2014 16:23:54 GMT -5
"Don't yawn, it's contagious." Vy requests with a soft laugh in her pitch. No wonder Brooklyn is constantly wanting to snuggle in her lap, it's the most comfortable place in this cold district. All the bad seems to fade into the background, as concentration stays upon the sensations evoked. More exhaustion seeps in, and she can't help but snuggle up to the long overdue warmth.
This feeling is indescribable. Something that has to actually occur before one knows it's needed. Most importantly it's the giver of this experience that makes it so desirable. And those exact words flow from Vy's tired lips, over how irresistible he's become. Of course he's aware of that, though he also adds in that it may just be the other way around. She can sense more redness flowing to her cheeks, one of which she hides within the coziness of his hold. "Shush." She mumbles with heavy eyes that have finally fluttered shut. There's no way this moment could get any better, like how Vy can no longer resist slumber. Can only hope he's still there when she wakes.
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Like always the smallest sounds can alert Vy out of sleeping state, the joys of being a parent. But that warmth also greets her to the living world, and she finds no desire to awake completely. All she does is curl up closer to the one she cares about deeply; that is, until a smacking tongue and unwanted voice forces her attention elsewhere. Frack, anybody but Brittany. She's not supposed to be back...till the morning. And sure enough the smallest signs of sun rays approaching comes through the mainly dark windows.
"Bringing men into my house and without my say? VANITY PRYCE... and sleeping with them..." That damn hypocrite.
Instantly Vy's sitting up, and that amazing awakening she had seconds ago is surely gone. Her face gets buried in the palms of her hands as if to rub away her sleep, along with everything else occurring. The worst part of it all, Jeran's being brought into this.
And of course his words arise before Vy's has a chance to. Honestly, she'd rather ignore it all. As if that'll ever be an option. His explanation is as good as ever to, if only Brittany went by reasoning. It's not like they're in their underwear on the couch, but to her they might as well should be. "Really? Because my granddaughter is just a load trouble? And Vanity is in so much pain? Sorry sweetie, but whatever she told you, was all bullshit." The older woman practically spits out, as most of her attention stays on the attractive young man present.
"Brittany can you please just stay out of my crap just this once?" Vy actually attempts the relaxed tone, though she knows very well it's not going to work. It never does.
"You don't even have your crap together! Thank god I came home early. I knew you'd invite some stranger into your pants the one night I stay out." Exactly what Vy predicted would happen, and just like that anger takes over her features. To make matters even better Brooklyn comes waddling down the stairs, only to get scooped up into the Witch's grasp. "You probably kept Brooklyn locked in your room all night to!" Brittany accuses harshly, simply because she knows the involvement of the little one will throw Vy over the edge. And sure enough, it does.
There's practically steam coming from her ears. "I'm not the mother that you were." Vy plays off as a joke with a pathetic short chuckle at the end. Without thinking she's upon her feet to retrieve the Tyke that very much wants into different arms. There's a slight protest, but the death glare has her passed over. Automatically the rugrat's burying her face into her mother's shoulder, wanting anything but this first thing in the morning. It's far too frequent of an event, and too early at that. "Don't you dare do this around Brooklyn and my friend." Final warning.
This feeling is indescribable. Something that has to actually occur before one knows it's needed. Most importantly it's the giver of this experience that makes it so desirable. And those exact words flow from Vy's tired lips, over how irresistible he's become. Of course he's aware of that, though he also adds in that it may just be the other way around. She can sense more redness flowing to her cheeks, one of which she hides within the coziness of his hold. "Shush." She mumbles with heavy eyes that have finally fluttered shut. There's no way this moment could get any better, like how Vy can no longer resist slumber. Can only hope he's still there when she wakes.
---
Like always the smallest sounds can alert Vy out of sleeping state, the joys of being a parent. But that warmth also greets her to the living world, and she finds no desire to awake completely. All she does is curl up closer to the one she cares about deeply; that is, until a smacking tongue and unwanted voice forces her attention elsewhere. Frack, anybody but Brittany. She's not supposed to be back...till the morning. And sure enough the smallest signs of sun rays approaching comes through the mainly dark windows.
"Bringing men into my house and without my say? VANITY PRYCE... and sleeping with them..." That damn hypocrite.
Instantly Vy's sitting up, and that amazing awakening she had seconds ago is surely gone. Her face gets buried in the palms of her hands as if to rub away her sleep, along with everything else occurring. The worst part of it all, Jeran's being brought into this.
And of course his words arise before Vy's has a chance to. Honestly, she'd rather ignore it all. As if that'll ever be an option. His explanation is as good as ever to, if only Brittany went by reasoning. It's not like they're in their underwear on the couch, but to her they might as well should be. "Really? Because my granddaughter is just a load trouble? And Vanity is in so much pain? Sorry sweetie, but whatever she told you, was all bullshit." The older woman practically spits out, as most of her attention stays on the attractive young man present.
"Brittany can you please just stay out of my crap just this once?" Vy actually attempts the relaxed tone, though she knows very well it's not going to work. It never does.
"You don't even have your crap together! Thank god I came home early. I knew you'd invite some stranger into your pants the one night I stay out." Exactly what Vy predicted would happen, and just like that anger takes over her features. To make matters even better Brooklyn comes waddling down the stairs, only to get scooped up into the Witch's grasp. "You probably kept Brooklyn locked in your room all night to!" Brittany accuses harshly, simply because she knows the involvement of the little one will throw Vy over the edge. And sure enough, it does.
There's practically steam coming from her ears. "I'm not the mother that you were." Vy plays off as a joke with a pathetic short chuckle at the end. Without thinking she's upon her feet to retrieve the Tyke that very much wants into different arms. There's a slight protest, but the death glare has her passed over. Automatically the rugrat's burying her face into her mother's shoulder, wanting anything but this first thing in the morning. It's far too frequent of an event, and too early at that. "Don't you dare do this around Brooklyn and my friend." Final warning.
