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Post by Derek Burke on Nov 11, 2016 19:00:13 GMT -5
Derek frowned, that was going to cost him, though he wasn't exactly sure what Christian had done. From the looks of things however the man was indeed drunk.
Derek moved to help the man stand.
"Jesus, how much did you drink?" Derek asked as the overwhelming stench of scotch permeated the air around Christian.
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Post by Christian Ward on Nov 11, 2016 19:18:54 GMT -5
Christian looked at Derek very seriously, in only a way a completely drunk person could look at another person and try to make an important statement. "I have no idea," he slurred. The smell of scotch only increased as Christian spoke.
Were he less drunk, Christian would be upset that he obviously was vowed to only Diana. He might have even been confused as to why it seemed her vows weren't upheld. But as he was very drunk and he would have plenty of time to lament over the unjust bond between them tomorrow when he awoke with a hangover the likes the world had never seen.
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Post by Derek Burke on Nov 11, 2016 23:49:25 GMT -5
"Merlin's beard." Derek said pulling his head back from the stench, "Diana's going to kill me." He quickly cast a spell to mask the scent of alcohol, though there was no altering his current state of mind.
Derek sighed trying a charm to sober the man anyway.
"Let's just get you home."
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Post by Christian Ward on Nov 12, 2016 0:12:51 GMT -5
Christian laughed. Even drunk Christian knew Diana would murder both of them, but the alcohol made the situation seem much more humorous than it was. "You're a good guy, Burke." He laughed again. "I don't call you Derek. Why don't I call you Derek?" Another drunken serious look graced Christian's face as he slurred this realization. He allowed Derek to help him home, switching between a serious look pinned on drunken realizations and fits of laughter.
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Post by Derek Burke on Nov 12, 2016 0:44:44 GMT -5
After attempting to answer some of Christian's thoughtful questions, Derek gave up. He was tired and he couldn't very well levitate Christian throughout the streets. He did apparate as close as possible to minimize the distance, but he didn't have the ability to apparate inside Christian's home.
"You've got to work with me Ward." he said reverting to Christian's last name, realizing the men did it to antagonize the other. Christian naturally wary of Derek, but Derek simply annoyed by the man's behavior and exorbitant bill.
"I've got to get you inside, but if we wake the missus up she'll kill you, and then me, or me and then you seeing as how you're too drunk to run away."
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Post by Christian Ward on Nov 12, 2016 0:53:12 GMT -5
Christian laughed again as they approached his home. "The missus! Oh Merlin, I'm married!" He stopped suddenly which did nothing to help Derek who was not expecting the change. "F*ck. I'm married," he said again, a little more somberly before laughing again. "And you've got a thing for my wife!"
"Okay, okay," he slurred as Derek gave him a look and continued toward the house. Christian quieted himself as they entered. Even drunk he was vividly aware of Diana's wrath and did not want to incur it.
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Post by Derek Burke on Nov 12, 2016 1:10:02 GMT -5
Derek was very careful. Very quiet. He even cast a silencing spell once they got in the living room.
He contemplated taking Christian up the stairs, but thought the better of it seeing the couch.
He had just hoisted Christian to move in that direction when the light went on.
"And what, pray tell, have you two been doing?"
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Post by Christian Ward on Nov 12, 2016 1:19:42 GMT -5
"I think she saw us," Christian said in a loud whisper to Derek.
"MymateDerekheretookmeouttocelebrate," he said as his words becoming one long, almost unintelligible string of nonsense.
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Post by Diana Ward on Nov 12, 2016 1:31:20 GMT -5
"Is that so?" Diana asked turning her attention to Derek.
"Uh..Congratulations?" He gave her a quick half laugh, lopsided grin, and guilty shrug while she continued to stare him down. She crossed her arms over her chest.
Derek let out a noise that was somewhat close to a whimper.
Her brow rose.
Derek set Christian on the couch, "Good luck buddy." he said before moving past the man and heading for the door.
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Post by Christian Ward on Nov 12, 2016 1:50:52 GMT -5
Christian lasted all of one second on his feet after Derek released him, but the man had enough sense to angle him toward the sofa before trusting Christian to his own legs. It was a good thing, too, as Christian teetered and the fell onto the sofa with a groan.
"Oh, don'tbemad Diana."
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Post by Diana Ward on Nov 12, 2016 2:24:16 GMT -5
Once Derek was gone Diana focused her gaze on her newly acquired husband.
She gave him a very stern look for all of a second before laughing, "Come husband, let's get you into bed." She said moving toward him and taking his hand attempting to pull him upward.
"You're going to have an awful headache tomorrow and I can't wait."she teased, then her look turned gentle, "Or maybe I'll take care of you this time."
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Post by Christian Ward on Nov 12, 2016 2:37:14 GMT -5
Christian didn't provide much assistance as she attempted to pull him up from the sofa. Christian was all muscle and at the moment he was basically dead weight. "Youcouldtakecareofmerightnow" he said with a sloppy smirk. He had spent the night becoming frustrated with himself for not responding to the touch of a beautiful woman. Christian wanted to release that frustration, though he was in no state to do so.
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Post by Diana Ward on Nov 12, 2016 2:44:30 GMT -5
"I am." she told him softly. She had no idea he had just recently come from a strip club or the conversation might have been different. As it was Christian was slightly adorable drunk and Diana had never seen it before. He was usually in control, even when he was drinking.
The only thing that had ever muddled him up was anger or sex, sometimes both, and usually Diana was the cause.
She gave a final sigh as he was too heavy to lift. "I'm going to have to levitate you aren't I?
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Post by Christian Ward on Nov 12, 2016 3:02:19 GMT -5
Christian liked Diana's soft look. She was definitely a different person from the woman he'd met at the Hollow Tree Inn two months ago. They were both ridiculously attractive and sexy in their own way. He had married them both and he loved them equally.
"Nonono. Icandoitmyself." Christian pushed himself forward, grasping at the arm of the sofa and pulling himself to his feet. He stumbled and caught himself on Diana. "Woah." He laughed at himself and started toward the stairs, Diana at his side supporting him. He tripped several times on the way up to the bedroom but he finally made it.
Standing next to the bed he turned and faced Diana. "Idon'twanttogetanannulment." He shook his head at the thought which made him dizzy and he had to grab Diana by the waist to keep from falling. "Iloveyou. You'remywife."
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Post by Diana Ward on Nov 12, 2016 12:41:42 GMT -5
It was the hormones. She blamed everything on hormones these days. But that was the only logical explanation for finding Christian completely adorable in his inebriated state. Perhaps it was also because he was slightly vulnerable. He seemed like a big kid. A 'normal' big man of a kid. They didn't really have a lot of 'normal' moments. Everything was on the edge, fast paced, harsh and intense. And for the most part Diana was fine with that, but sometimes soft was nice.
She brushed a hand through his hair, "We'll talk about it in the morning." she said smiling at him. She had to avoid falling over when he leaned on her considering their size differences. She guided him down to the bed, then sat next to him, still running her hands through his hair.
"I'll tell you a secret," she mused, "I love you too." she confessed.
That's when she saw it. There was lipstick on his collar. She had to double check thinking perhaps it was blood instead. But no. It was lipstick. Then she realized that he didn't smell. He was drunk to the high heavens, but he didn't smell like scotch, which meant that Derek had likely used a spell to keep the stench of liquor - and whatever else- from him.
Diana stiffened.
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Post by Christian Ward on Nov 12, 2016 12:53:17 GMT -5
Christian didn't hear Diana's confession or see her posture stiffen as she looked at him. The second he was on the bed everything went dark. His dreams were chaotic, morphing from one thing to another, making sense in the moment but being completely illogical the next morning as dreams often were. The only constant in the dream was Diana and Alyx - an infant Alyx that they had raised together. And then there was running and screaming and fire.
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Post by Diana Ward on Nov 12, 2016 13:07:39 GMT -5
Part of the screaming was Diana hitting him and demanding that he wake up and tell her where he had been. When it was clear that he was unconscious she scowled. She would get revenge in the morning, as well as some answers from him. There would be hell to pay if she didn't get the right answers.
She moved to the other side of him, sighed and fell asleep angry.
Her own dreams were turbulent. She hadn't had peaceful dreams in a long time, but most of the time she didn't have dreams at all. Sometimes she had nightmares and insecurities about Christian, but that was fairly recent and she thought she had gotten over it.
Apparently she hadn't. She was running, hiding or trying to hide, but she was encumbered by a great weight. She was pregnant, extremely pregnant, and slow. She didn't have her usual speed. She ran and finally she saw Derek on the other side of the street, he was telling her to run to hurry, his eyes were wide with fear as he looked at something behind her. She turned to see a great black beast of a winged horse that looked like death itself and had madness in it's eyes. Steam seemed to shoot from the beast's nostrils and bear down on her as a train might. She was too slow, she cried out as the horses stopped just short of hitting her. Then she saw the carriage driver. It was Christian. He had the lazy unconscious look of being imperioed. She cried for him to stop, for him to recognize her. She cried out that she was pregnant and confessed it was his, but he didn't stop. The horse reared back and a large hoof was primed to hammer down on Diana.
As the hoof fell Diana shot awake and upright with a scream and held her still flat stomach.
She was drenched in sweat and breathing heavy. It was morning.
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Post by Christian Ward on Nov 12, 2016 13:51:24 GMT -5
Though there were screams plaguing his dream, Diana's real scream woke him from his less than peaceful slumber. He rolled over quickly and sat up in the bed as if he could protect her from whatever it was that was scaring her. But the pain was immediate and he instantly doubled over, holding his head and moaning loudly.
The hangover on the cruise ship was nothing to what Christian felt now. Every sound was a loud, echoing screech that seemed magnified in his head. A bird chirped happily outside the window but to Christian is sounded as if someone was dragging a metal rake down a chalk board through a megaphone riddled with static. The light that managed to seep in through the break in the curtains was blinding, his vision nothing but painful white streaks with a darker patch to his side that was blurry and out of focus; Diana. Christian folded his arms over his head, attempting to quell the agony with pressure but it had no effect. It felt as though his brain had been replaced with a dragon egg that was set in a fire and hatching. He was certain a beast would rip through his skull at any moment, he could feel it pushing against him from inside.
Christian couldn't speak. His agony prevented him from doing anything other than moaning into the bedspread.
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Post by Diana Ward on Nov 12, 2016 17:06:53 GMT -5
Diana didn't see Christian's misery at first. She was still gripped in the terror of being maimed by a carriage horse and losing her child once again. The fear was still inside of her, choking her from responding to her husband's agony.
After a minute her mind began to clear, she instantly felt sick and conjured a waste basket to relieve herself then she used a spell to get rid of it as well. She put shaky feet on the ground and tried to find the strength to stand but couldn't.
She began to cry. Suddenly it was too much. The reality of her situation, the events of the past, the fear for the future, the dream had rocked Diana's very core.
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Post by Christian Ward on Nov 12, 2016 19:42:03 GMT -5
The sounds Diana made were unbearable and Christian retreated into himself further to try to quiet the pounding in his head. But when he heard her crying his concern and confusion outweighed his own pain.
"What's wrong?" he asked as quietly as he could, in order to keep his head from exploding. His throat was dry and he coughed, which added to his headache. The room was still too bright for him to stand but he reached out, his eyes shut as his face was buried into the bedspread, and touched Diana's back.
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