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[x] Shadows [x]; Jacen
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Topic Started: Jan 6 2016, 08:07 AM (80 Views)
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Bryn Padraig
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Jan 6 2016, 08:07 AM
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Of all times to go out into town, the holidays were the worst. But, duty called. And, in broad daylight with that many people...it was likely the safest time to get Wren out for some fresh air. Riley dropped her and Wren off in front of the square in town, helping her extricate the little girl from her carseat which was always...challenging. She didn't like change, apparently- boy was she in for some serious disappointments later. Getting into and out of the car seat was always the worst, and it might have been easier to just carry the thing with her, but Bryn knew deep inside, the first time something threatened her and/or her daughter....her instinctual reaction would be to swing the heavy thing in her hand at their head. Which would be the thing holding her child. Which was frowned upon.
Instead, she just used a Moby wrap which Kae had found for her, which was exceedingly easier to navigate with. Also, there was the added bonus that with her snugged up against her chest, it kept her warm and usually asleep, which was much easier to deal with. Bryn had enough supplies in her messanger bag to get them through Riley's work day, they'd meet up at the Pony around four or five, before the sun went down, which would provide her the opportunity to get last minute Christmas shopping and...sundry other errands run. It wouldn't hurt Wren to get fresh air, too. Her color had been improving, as had her energy levels. The next moon would be the real test, but until then...Bryn took what she could get.
Wren didn't stay asleep as much as Bryn had thought she would, so instead she killed her time in the bookstore more than she intended, to let the little girl take in all the sights and smells while her mother perused for gift ideas. She managed to keep her daughter's hands from reaching anything, therefore stopping anything from reaching her mouth (aside her mother's hair, which Bryn had long ago surrended to the cause), so she called it a win.
Checking out with a vegetarian cookbook for Kae (Indian this time, something with spices and more flavor than that other book at home had), she wished again that Riley had just given up the goat and given her even an idea of what he wanted for Christmas. It was impossible to shop for the boys. She'd tentatively settled on a knife for Kyle, both practical and cool which she felt he'd appreciate, but Riley...well, what did you get someone who's life you turned upside down but still treated you so kindly? There wasn't any real paying that back.
After a few more window shopping stops, Bryn had exhausted her patience and sufficiently built up enough mental preparedness, to deliver her surprise gift of the day. She'd texted Jacen ahead of time, saying she'd be in town and needed to bring something of his by sometime around ten or eleven. It was about the time he should be asleep, but if he'd be agreeable, she'd come by. She wasn't entirely sure he caught her drift, or merely thought it was just something from their purging the manor of any residual incriminating evidence before Gabriel came in town. She was about to find out, she supposed. It wasn't a long walk, but by the time she reached the lobby, Wren was fully asleep, snuggled under the wrap against her chest, her leather jacket breaking the chill wind from the both of them. It was almost snow weather, if it would just cool off a little more. Maybe in time for Christmas proper.
Stopping at Jacen's apartment door, Bryn's hand passed over her pocket, where her key was. She could let herelf in, of course. He'd said so many times in time past couple of weeks they'd resumed speaking...but somehow, she couldn't bring herself to do so. Couldn't pretend like she still belonged here. Not yet. Instead, she knocked lightly, knowing even if he was asleep, he'd not need that much noise to get his attention.
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Jacen Black
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Jan 6 2016, 02:15 PM
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The text from Bryn had been simple enough. There was something of his, she was dropping it off. He didn't really bother to think on what it could be. He may be dead, but he was still male. He'd spent his night tidying up. It wasn't like he didn't keep the place clean but well, he wasn't about to let anything seem out of place. He knew the fact that she was coming to see him was a big step and he found himself rather nervous about it. Normally he'd have been asleep by now, or trying to at least but he was hyped up and had no feeling of sleeping anytime soon.
The small apartment was a little dark, what with the required black out curtains and such. Winter was easier, it was dark later and the ever overcast days made it that much easier. The curtains were closed, he'd made the mistake of leaving them open overnight once and that had proved slightly awkward so no more of that.
He had the apartment lights on so the place wasn't dark. Beyond that though, it was just a waiting game. The familiar knock at the door drew his attention and while he noted she didn't just let herself in, he didn't dwell on it. It made sense. Jacen made his way from the kitchen and opened the door, keeping himself behind it. His apartment was in a pretty good spot, but there were still windows in the hall and it was a habit he had, much like Bryn not just blindly walking into a room. He was visible from the door, but had stayed further into the apartment rather than be right at the door to greet her.
His smile was welcoming as he set his emerald eyes on her but it changed to a more blank expression of surprise as he saw the beautiful little bundle curled up against her mama. Ah, so that's why he'd felt her more strongly this morning. The moment of shock faded as he motioned her in, eyes fixed on little Wren as he closed the door behind him and locked it. Habit, plus, he had the two most important things in his existence right here. He wanted to reach out and hold them both but he knew better. the expression on his face, however, was not so schooled as he gushed over his daughter.... his daughter. He'd studied her photo a thousand times over but she was so much more beautiful in person, so much like her mother.
Bryn...
It was a short, breathless thank you but it was clear. All the time he'd missed was hitting him like a battering ram. It all seemed so petty, so insignificant looking back. how could he ever have left these two?
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Bryn Padraig
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Jan 6 2016, 10:10 PM
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You'd think after all these years, they'd be beyond the awkward stage. But, the years surprised you. Waiting for Jacen to answer the door, she pulled the wrap from Wren's face, not needing to shield her from the wind any more. Her daughter squirmed some, but remained comfortably curled where she was otherwise, apparently totally unaffected by her mother's fluttering heart and nerves. When the door open she looked up, grey-green eyes widened some with surprise at nothing, who else would answer the door?
As his face slipped from a handsome smile to blank surprise, her own collected expression softened into a smile as well. That went as well as she'd hoped- she hadn't seen him that surprised since they found out they were pregnant, she supposed. Bryn entered the apartment when bidden silently, slipping her back from her shoulder and setting it on the nearest chair while he locked the door behind them. So, he hadn't rearranged then. It was slightly surreal to her, being in a place so familiar yet so strange. She pushed the feeling back as best she could, turning around so Jacen could see their daughter.
His reaction, the tenderness and the restraint, hurt her heart. This wasn't a man who'd willingly and in sound judgement decided to leave them to their own devices. She didn't know what she believed about the year between them, but this, before her, was more the Jacen she'd met in school than she'd seen since they'd first wound up in this godforsaken city.
She softly laughed past the knot in her throat, gingerly beginning the delicate process of unwrapping her beautiful burden and hopefully not riling her.
Might be the first time I've been glad you don't need to breath...you look like you wouldn't be able to.
Gallows humor, as always. With the ease of someone who'd had plenty of practice, she soon had Wren untangled from her and reswadled in the thin black and yellow blanket she'd placed in the wrap. Her eyes had fallen on the little girl, brushing her loose, wild hair from her face and watching her face slowly awaken, small brows furrowed in dislike of the current transition. Might as well move fast, before either changed their minds, it seemed. Swallowing hard, her mossy eyes rose to Jacen's emerald ones, mask for once removed and an honest, if not somewhat conflicted smile touched her lips.
Happy Christmas, Jacen.
Her voice was low, not to keep from waking Wren, that time bomb had already started ticking judging by the low whine she felt started in her arms. But because she couldn't bring any more voice to call. Closing the gap, she offered their marginally unhappy daughter to him, preparing to intervene should the murder wail start and be unable to stop. It was a risk, always. But, what was life but a series of calculated risks.
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Jacen Black
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Jan 9 2016, 03:52 AM
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It took her comment to get him back to moving and he shook his head with a grin and laughed.
Don't think I would be.
He reached out for his offered daughter and immediately enclosed her in his arms. As much as he loved Bryn his entire world closed in on that beautiful little baby in his arms. As she began to stir and looked as if she was ready to fuss Jacen settled his lips gently on her forehead and began humming the familiar tune he used to hum to her in momma's tummy.
To his credit his attention didn't stay on Wren soley for too long. He looked back up to Bryn and motioned to the rest of the living area.
Happy Christmas Bryn. Make yourself at home.
He caught himself and gave her a politely apologetic look.
Or.. as much as you're comfortable.
They were getting better but well, there was no getting around what had happened. He was trying very hard to remind himself that the Bryn he had here, the Bryn that brought him h is daughter... wasn't a Bryn that would betray him... or anything else he'd somehow let himself believe. they'd been sundered at the only time likely to work. Whoever had begun putting a wedge between them had done it well enough that neither of them had noticed it was there and now, neither of them could remember where it had happened, or how.
Jacen moved into the living space and very carefully settled himself in the armchair, all eyes on Wren again. He wasn't hesitant holding her or afraid, he seemed entirely at home with his daughter in his arms, like the pair belonged together. Granted, she wasn't tiny and brand new but still, it felt so right to him.
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Bryn Padraig
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Jan 9 2016, 09:11 PM
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As much as she was comfortable, huh? Well that was a difficult determination to make. Currently it was her chest was uncomfortably tight watching Jacen so fluidly cradle Wren, as if there hadn't been a missed moment, as if she were exactly where she was supposed to be. How did that sit on the scale of "as much as she was comfortable" to? But it was a good pain, she supposed. It answered more things than it raised questions, and it wasn't often that happened.
Bryn couldn't be still just then, for fear that her heart itself might give out entirely in its struggle to comprehend what she was feeling and instead set the wrap fabric on her bag and went to the kitchen. The kettle was where she'd always kept it, though it was dusty and unused. She smiled wanly at it, and knew to where the tea would be.
Wren's tiny fury was stymied when Jacen's lips touched her forehead. The sharp coolness of it on contrast to the warmth she was used to shocked her into a momentary lull in her increasing whine, green eyes popping open wide. The rumbled hum of her father's voice was a suitable distraction from any discomfort, irritation or confusion, though and she stared up at him, mesmerized. Eyes not quite as rich as his own blinked owlishly, and curiously up from the pale face nested in his arms, as if her little mind was racing to figure out who he was.
The few minutes it took to make the tea was enough for Bryn to pull herself together, and gave Jacen some time alone with his daughter. Their daughter. For the first time, she truly could be their daughter. It was simultaneously the best feeling and the saddest- because as soon as she left, it would once again have to be her daughter, alone. She couldn't find another way to keep her safe, but it hadn't stopped her wishing. Holding the warm mug between her hands she leaned her hip and shoulder against the doorway between the kitchen and living area and just watched them. While she had them both.
She noticed Wren's general lack of fuss, and the small bits that started were easily dissuaded by his humming. She laughed softly into her mug, waiting for it to cool.
Unbelievable. I have to walk the manor for two hours to get this, you just hum. Completely unfair.
Just as it had been in the beginning, daddy's girl through and through. It reassured her on some level that she didn't know she had been worried on. Jacen truly did want her- you couldn't fake this kind of surprise and amazement, nor could even a vampire's charm fully win over even a half blooded were, small as she was. That was genuine fondness. If anything happened to her, she knew Riley would do his best, and barring that, the pack would do their best to keep her safe, but in certain situations recently she'd had her own concerns. At least, if the worst did happen, Wren's father knew her, and would take her, protect her. It soothed a nerve she'd never really admitted to having.
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