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zemilydeschanel:
“I think the way I describe her now is that she’s like a guardian angel, even though she’s not heaven-sent. She’s very other-worldly, and she’s been touched by the Gods, so she has healing powers, but she’s also cursed in that she can’t age.”
Yeah that’s what we were thinking, Brigid already has me getting mary poppins too put on for her
Leave it to Bri to think of a movie to distract us all
Friday, the 13th ~ Gemma & Carter
His fingers shook as he dialed Kurtis’ number, his hands were smeared with watered down blood and Gemma’s groaned of pain made him grit his teeth. He was useless at healing spells, completely useless. What would he do if it came down to that? He prayed fervently that it would not and he cursed under his breath as the call went to voicemail.
He redialed and cursed again, louder this time, when the call went to voice mail again. “Come on you warlock bastard. Pick up, Pick up!” he chanted as he listened to the phone ring again.
His chest seized as Gemma groaned with pain again and he almost didn’t hear the voice over the phone picking up. “Kurtis?” he asked his voice going sharp on the man’s name “You need to get over here. NOW. Gemma got hurt and she’s going into labor—but be careful there are dumb ass hunters everywhere.” he clicked the end call button without even saying good bye.
Kneeling by the best he smoothed Gemma’s hair out of her face “Hey sweetheart.” he said gently and wiped some tears off of her cheeks “Kurtis is on his way—just hang in there okay? Just hang in there.” he stood and hurried into the kitchen taking the phone with him, dialing numbers as he gathered the things that they would need “Sophie? I need you to bring over some plants, yes now it’s an emergency. Okay write these down, poppy seed, chamomile, ginger, moon leaves, and witch hazel. I need you to hurry Soph, I’ll explain later.” he pressed end call on his cousin’s concerned voice and put a large pot of water on the stove to boil, he murmured a couple of words hoping that his halfling magic wouldn’t fail him and luckily it didn’t, the water boiled and he used oven mitts to take it into their room.
He called Ella and left a message, she was probably out with Kellin but her sister would need her.
Finally he knelt by Gemma, “Hey sweetheart, I’m here, right here. It’s going to be alright.” he began to murmur to her in soft whisperings and inwardly, he prayed.
Kurtis was in the shower when his phone went off for the second time. Rushing out, towel wrapped around his waist, he got to it just as it stopped. Shrugging, he set it down next to him on the counter as he slowly started to trim his beard. It wasn’t really a beard just enough to call it one and enough for him to keep trimming. The phone rang again and he grabbed it, not even getting a chance tom utter a hello before the voice spoke.
“Kurtis? You need to get over here. NOW. Gemma got hurt and she’s going into labor—but be careful there are dumb ass hunters everywhere.” He recognized the voice, though he didn’t have to really. The words alone were enough to send a shock into his spine. Dropping the phone he quickly wiped his face off and threw on a pair of old clothes. His mind wasn’t even thinking, it was just doing at this point because if he stopped or one second to think, the fear would kick in. Gemma didn’t need him afraid right now. Neither did the twins.
Blood pumping through his veins, he pulled up to the house, somehow avoiding the hunters that Carter had warned him about. Opening the door he was greeted with the sight of his best friend covered in blood and for a moment he let the fear get to him. Shaking his head he focused and then spoke. “Okay, I need extensive details on why she is like this. Call Elias on my phone or text him and tell him I need poppy seed, moon leaves, witch hazel, ginger, and some of his chamomile.” Turning his focus to Gemma his voice was still strong and yet soft. “Gemma, dear, it’s okay. The babies will be okay, I promise you just have to relax, breath with me okay, dear?” He began to softly do some lamaze breathing in hopes of getting the stress in the room to go down. The night was going to be a stressful one and he had to keep everyone calm to be on his game.
Gemma watched through hazing pain as Carter dialed everyone on their list. Kurtis, then Sophie, then Ella. "A-Aya" she breathed in between her cries as the pain in her stomach swelled, causing her to twist her body sideways. Aya, even through all the trouble she was going through still needed to know. They were sisters, as much as Ella and her were blood.
As Carter knelt beside her and slipped his hand around her own, he squeezed with a force that showed how worried he was for her, and the twins. Another cry let out as the swell returned, the endorphins failing to numb the pain. She could feel the sting on her leg from the fall and the throbbing of her side that caught her weight. Trying her might to breathe the way the doctor's had taugt her, Gemma could barely make it through the first cycle before the pain swelled again. "Where is that damned warlock!?" she screamed out, clutching to Carter's hands as she cried in pain.
As if he heard her call, the warlock rushed in and saw the horror that was Gemma Hartwell in labor and immediately started going to work, giving instructions to call Elias before he turned to her, laying on the bed twisting in agony, trying to keep up with Kurtis' rhythmic breathing. She felt light headed, but still determined to keep her unborn babies alive, Gemma focused all her heart and energy into just making it through, just until the twins were out. "Kurtis, h-help me," she cried out again in pain before another swell took over her.
Basically you tell us which of your characters you want to participate and then we'll give you the name of the person they have to get something for haha
LOL fail. Gemma, Cass, Kat, yas, Amariah!
Friday, the 13th ~ Gemma & Carter
Carter was finishing up the last few pages for the manuscript of the book that he was writing. He’d been working non-stop for the last few days because he’d gotten severely behind over the past few months because he and Gemma had been super busy getting ready for the babies. The royalties from this novel would keep them nicely in the black for the first year so that he could focus on the babies more.
He closed his laptop and got up to make some tea, Gem would be getting home soon—he’d protested when she told him that she was heading off to the supermarket for groceries during the full moon but she’d admonished him and told him that even though she was pregnant she was perfectly capable of taking care of herself.
He chuckled as he passed a mirror, his face was hideous at the moment. His nose protruded from his face and he was sporting some of the most obscene buck teeth had he had ever seen. He’d almost forgotten that it was the strawberry moon and everyone seemed to be turning into stereotypes of themselves.
He flicked a comical mole on his forehead and rubbed his chin as a long white beard grew from it. “Gem will get a kick out of this.” He laughed.
Suddenly an icy feeling trickled it’s way down his back and he gasped. Something was wrong. He headed for the door his sneakers squeaking as he threw it open, Gemma was falling forwards with a terrified expression on her face. She hit the ground with a thud and Carter saw red, there was a man standing over her with an angry look on his face.
"What the hell do you think you are doing to my fiancee?" he asked coldly. The man looked up at him and unsheathed a wicked looking knife.
Van Helsing wannabe. He sneered inwardly and with a flick of his wrist he summoned water from the air and hit the man with it, the man went flying and landed in a tree. He quickly froze the man to the tree “Stay there until I can deal with you.” he growled and descended the steps to Gemma.
"Gem? Gem! Are you alright?" His heart thudded in his chest as he rolled her over and picked her up bridal style.
Pain. There was nothing else but pain as it rushed through her body. Memories of the nightmare she had after erasing Henry's memory returned as the pain that was so vivid in her coma became reality. Gemma felt her knees sting from taking most of her fall as she collapsed onto her side, shielding her belly from impact, but even as she fell, Gemma felt something go wrong somewhere on the side of her womb.
Looking up to see Carter immediately by her side, the next moments came as a surprise to the Hartwell even through all the pain that erupted through her body. She had never seen him use his magic like that before, it was skilled and powerful, something that was rare for a halfling. As her protector flung the assaulter away and froze him against a tree trunk, Gemma was half relieved that there would be no more danger. But it was only the beginning of a terribly dangerous situation for her and the babies.
Carter rushed to her side and knelt beside her, scooping all of her weight plus another thirty pounds into his arms as his voice panicked with worry. She couldn't speak, gasping out cries as she felt movement in her belly. Something was horribly wrong. The dress she had worn was soaked, whether in blood or from something else, and Gemma could feel the chills running up her spine as the possibility flashed in her mind that she could lose both her babies tonight.
"B-Bed-room," she manage to stifle out as another movement inside her caused another cry of agony. Carter settled her down, and immediately, Gemma grabbed for a blanket to cover herself and looked down to see blood.
There was so much blood, and she could feel the dizzying effects as she realized most of it was probably hers. "B-ba-babies," another breathless plea as she pointed to the source of her bleeding. Gemma knew that they would have no choice, she would either lose her children tonight or attempt to save them. Even if that meant sacrificing her own life. "Kurtis." the Hartwell spoke again, with more resolve through the agonizing pain. She wouldn't risk going to the hospital, not now, not when she couldn't move. The tears started to form as Carter grabbed for the phone.
Friday, the 13th ~ Gemma & Carter
It should have been an eventless trip to the market and back for some groceries. But Gemma had been on careful watch because it was the night of the full moon, and a Friday, and the thirteenth. It was a night for trouble but she was confident nothing would happen, she was a nine-month pregnant witch carrying twins. No one would attack a woman, let alone a pregnant one who was a witch. But she had underestimated the power of the moon and the effects it would do to her appearance.
Even as the moon slowly rose in the sky, it was still light out. Summer had started to fade it’s light into even the night as the sun refused to go without a fight. She had heard of rumors saying a moon like this would alter the appearances of all supernaturals, turning them into more clichéd versions of themselves. Gemma giggled to herself and the babies as she imaged herself with a long crooked nose and warts all over. Halloween stories never scared her, but of course she was a witch after all. So when the Hartwell started to feel a shift inside her, she knew the moon was starting to take over the town in a slow sweep of enchantment. Pulling out a pocket mirror she could see the slow hint of a wart forming above the side of her mouth, like Marylin Monroe but much less attractive. Gemma chuckled and tucked away the mirror turning the corner onto the street where she and Carter lived with Ella.
There was a thick shrubbery that blocked the view around the corner and it wasn’t until she had taken the turn did Gemma see the hooded figure standing there as if he had been waiting for her all along. He held a bat with dark eyes as they looked up expectantly at her. She had never seen him before but he didn’t seem supernatural, nothing showed on him like it would for a supernatural tonight. Instantly, Gemma’s hands held protectively over her stomach, danger screaming at her from where she stood. He started to charge at her, picking up speed as the bat cut through the air.
The safety of her children were the only thing running through her mind as Gemma shielded herself from the attack, sending the man flying back from where he had been standing onto his back. She had promised Carter she would never use her dark magic while she still carried his children but it the witch was in survival mode. Running quickly passed her attacker she let out a yell she knew Carter could hear from their home only a few yards away, "Carte-!" her call was cut short as a blunt object hit her in the back. Gemma felt the pain push her forward, the weight of her babies pulling her down to the ground as she lost her balance and fell to the ground in time to see Carter open the front door.
Oh…oh thank god. Holy hell. Prods at her arms.
It doesn’t feel like every nerve is exposed…thank you.
Smiles and gently pats her arm. This should help much more than the painkillers they have you on.
You really do need to stay out of trouble, Aya love.
Dammit. Freaking twins.
Like my skin is on fire and that my arm is broken.
... I don't think the hospital has anything to remedy that. Come,
She takes her arm and lets a tingling sensation flow
Thank the Goddess. Any chance you could bust me out too?
I doubt it. Pregnant woman with twins doesn't really go unnoticed.
How are you feeling
ayamatrim:
I’m so sick of hospitals.
Here, I brought you tea.
Look my spawn!
Do you know the gender, Brigid!
Its okay to be sad Cass, we’re a family. You don’t have to be tough all the time.
I figured it might be obvious. Teddy's back in town.
Time sure flies quickly when you're happy.
Eh I do still need him to be competent though sweetheart and if we give him a heartattack who else will sell my books?
Don’t worry I will—I’m nearly there I’ve just got a couple more things to write.
I can't wait to read it.
Oh- they're kicking again. She takes Carter's hand and places it on her stomach
Time sure flies quickly when you're happy.
I love that you love that. I know! I told him that and he said—and I quote—“Better pack the work on now then.” I think that he is literally satan in a portly, aging, bald man’s body.
We could always fix that, you know.. scare him a bit?
What if you don't make the deadline?
Time sure flies quickly when you're happy.
Hey you’re the one who decided to marry a writer, pretty words come with the package. It’s going—my editor is out for my skin since I’m running late on a deadline, which in all honesty he should have expected.
Something I love, of course.
He would be a smart man to understand you will be very busy these coming months.
Time sure flies quickly when you're happy.
Frankly? I’m terrified. But I feel like I can do anything—even raising twins—as long as you’re by my side Gemma Hartwell.
You're peachy, and always good with words. How is that story you're writing, love?
