BLESSINGS ;;

VALENTINE MARSHALL-BELL ;; 26, singer and songwriter.

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lizzy-marshall:

“Last time I checked, you can’t sue someone for that.” Lizzy rolled her eyes. “But please, go ahead, why not?” She joked, shrugging as if being sued would be no big deal. “I’m sure no matter what we do someone will soon find some scandal to make up.” As much as she loved her job, it was mentally exhausting, even if people never thought so.

“--- yikes,” yes, she really just said THAT. “My lawyers will contact your lawyers and we’ll just take it to court, there’s no turning back now, Marshall-Bell, you absolute walnut!” If one was to listen what Valentine was talking about, they would simply blame it on a certain drug, but ever since she’s matured, she dropped it and decided to never pick it up again. “I surely hope it’s going to be something juicy this time around, not a fashion mishap, or something like that... That’s just sad.”

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lizzy-marshall:

“I’m sure there are plenty of reasons why I should stop hanging out with her.” Lizzy grinned. The grin only grew as she continued. “Oh wouldn’t I?” She tilted her head, biting her lip to conceal the laughter. “Clearly you underestimate me.” 

“I swear, she’s like an emotionless blob with abs,” she commented jokingly. Valentine had literally nothing against her wife spending time with Shane -- it would be so, so wrong of her to forbid her from doing something she genuinely enjoyed; she wasn’t above her to choose what she can or can’t do, anyway. “--- we’re married and all, but I believe that I still can sue you ‘cause you’re being an ass,” she quipped, raising an eyebrow for a brief moment. “Just... don’t do... anything, mate. --- Good sure we don’t need ANOTHER scandal brewing, do we?”

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lizzy-marshall:

“Maybe a tiny bit.” Lizzy couldn’t help but giggle. “It’s just a bit of banter.” She adopted a stronger British accent, playing up the act more. “Or maybe I can cause a scandal and run off with your twin.” She gasped, grinning.

“I guess you need to stop hanging out with Shane if all you want to do is to set things on FIRE,” Valentine uttered a reply, acting as if she was offended -- all in good fun, of course. “--- you would do WHAT now?” She asked, raising both of her eyebrows as her jaw hung open, “GOD, no! You wouldn’t DARE!”

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lizzy-marshall:

“I hope you realise I am just going to play up this theory with cryptic messages all over twitter.” Lizzy grinned. “Both you and your twin are still beautiful, just gives us all more to drool over.”

“You just want to watch the world BURN, don’t you?” Valentine mused, crossing her arms below her chest. “--- might as well turn off the notifications now...”

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mossyzach:

“Does this theory happen to have been created by the same people who created to Avril Lavigne theory? Because this sounds a LITTLE too familiar to me.” Zach grinned back at her, amusement all over his face as he listened to the theories. “I feel like this twin one is more interesting than the look alike one. Have you found your twin yet?” he asked as if he was genuinely concerned about Lenny’s so-called long lost twin. “Also, in case you didn’t see it on the news, I’m now dating Lizzy. Sorry. I think we’re engaged.”

“Shite, I KNEW this sounded familiar!” Valentine exclaimed as she clasped her hands together. She did, in fact, read ALL about this Avril-clone theory, but it must have slipped her mind, and she must have forgotten about it up until Zach had brought it up again to her. “--- mate, how stellar would it be if I actually had a twin, though? Like... I bet my ass they would have ended up making a some kind of Lifetime movie all about this?” The musician rambled, getting caught up in that weird daydream. “But, no... I didn’t find them yet, if I ever do, though... I’ll make sure to let you know, ‘cause I’m gonna need an ACTUAL twin-guy to guide me through that, ya’ know?” Alright, she might have been joking right now. She still, however, wondered how would it actually be if she had a sibling that looked like her. Frankly, it would give her a much better trip than any drug ( medically prescribed, of course ) would do; she wouldn’t even probably know how to wrap her head around the fact that there’s someone who looks just like her, either. 

“WHAT? --- God damn it! Why do I ALWAYS have to get to know about things like that from a third party?” Lenny questioned, unable to hold in her laughter for any longer. “I mean, congrats for being stealthy enough to steal MY GIRL without me noticing. That’s some ninja-level shiiii, right there...”

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“--- so... apparently, I have a TWIN now,” Lenny began, trying her best not to erupt into yet another fit of giggles in the span of good five or fifteen minutes -- she couldn’t tell. “Ya’ gal dyes her hair different colour and starts changing up her style in preparation for the new album and people start creating all those conspiracy theories about how my ‘sister’ and I have been separated for ages and we’ve only just now reconnected.” She shook her head fondly, as her back rested against the pillows on the couch. This was wild, wasn’t it? She would never exactly expect to be in the spotlight for her art, let alone for something like this. “But... at least I haven’t carked it, and been replaced by a lookalike, right? Now, THIS would’ve been deadset fucked up, ay?”

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lizzy-marshall:

Lizzy just shook her head. She didn’t want to dispute it. She let out a shaky breath as Lenny continued. She couldn’t help the guilt feeling, that it was her fault that her wife felt this way. “Don’t bottle it up, okay?” She asked, her eyes searching Valentine’s. She thought it would be better, subjectively, if they both were open with how they were feeling, both able to try and get through it together. Now more than ever, they needed each other. Her hands moved to her stomach, stroking it softly, feeling hollow. “What if this is it?” She asked quietly. “What if this was our only chance?”

“I am not bottling anything up,” she answered dryly with a small shrug. She felt as if she was stripped off of her own emotions, and that was possibly the worst thing that could have ever happened to her. Feeling like this again, after all this time wasn’t going to be the best, but she’ll live. After all, how her wife felt was one of the most important things -- she felt as if she needs to prioritize this, instead of herself, because it seemed like the only logical way to deal with everything that’s happening and what’s yet to come. “--- did the doctors say anything about... it?” She asked, picking that one, damn spot on the hospital bed to fixate her gaze on. If she dared to look up, everything she previously planned would be ruined. “You cannot be so sure, if you haven’t heard from them. Even then, there are other ways to... do things, right?” As she carried on, Valentine’s voice grew a little bit louder, it might have been still a little bit weak and unsure. “Besides, you’re in a relationship with a woman, so...” 

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let go your heart

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lizzy-marshall:

As Lenny spoke, she tried to control her breathing, not wanting to cause any more damage to herself. While Lizzy knew she was right, that it wasn’t her fault, she couldn’t help the gnawing feeling of guilt eating away at her. Maybe she could have done something. Maybe if she hadn’t ignored the pains, she could have done something before it was too late. Logically, she knew thinking like this would be no good for her, that there was no telling what could have happened, that it would only haunt her. But she couldn’t think logically now. She couldn’t really think at all. Grief was clouding her, in a way she didn’t think possible. She knew there had been a chance of this. That there were always risks, that these things happened. But she had let herself hope so much. She had let herself imagine their future. One that was not going to happen now. At least, not with that child.

Falling into Valentine’s embrace, she wrapped her arms around her wife’s neck, gripping on to her, keeping herself steady. “I love you, too.” She whispered, closing her eyes. The tears were still flowing freely, but she no longer felt alone. “I can’t believe this is happening.” She choked out, her voice small. Despite knowing it was always a possibility, she never expected it to happen. Just like crossing the road, there is always the possibility that a car can hit you, but you don’t expect it to happen. Moving back slightly, she looked at her wife, her eyes searching her face.  “How are you?” Even in the moment, as she was still in a lot of physical and emotional pain, she couldn’t help but worry about the other woman, how she was reacting. Of course, she knew that neither of them were actually okay, but she wanted to make sure that they could be strong together.

“Doesn’t matter how I’m feeling right now, you know?” Valentine murmured in response. And that much was true; she didn’t want the other woman to worry about her well-being, especially when she wasn’t the one experiencing the actual pain. “I am... as fine as one can be at the moment, I guess,” she added, meaning it wholeheartedly. She had to ignore her own feelings, in order to focus on making her wife a priority, more so now than ever. After all, those kinds of things could have happened to everyone, right? It’s not like they were a some kind of exception; it’s not like God, or whoever is up or down there wanted to overlook them and let them be happy just this once. She probably should stop thinking about all those things and finally say something other than ‘everything is going to be okay’ or ‘this is not your fault’, but her mind set up on that and locked, as if it was just the only thing she could muster the courage up to say out loud.

There wasn’t exactly much she could do at the moment, other than offer her presence and support. Valentine wasn’t good at handling things properly, but when a push came to shove, she had it in her to gather herself and just do her best to reassure the other that everything will be fine, in any time soon. 

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let go your heart

The back pain had been there all day, but she had thought nothing of it. She was pregnant, of course she was going to be constantly having aches and pains. She was literally carrying another life inside of her. It was never going to be an easy ride. It was normal, she reassured Lenny as she left for the day. What was not so normal, was the rush of blood. The blood that covered her legs, that stained the couch bright red. She couldn’t help but think about how hard that would be to remove. That she should probably just replace the furniture. Trying not to panic, left a fast-paced message on Lenny’s voicemail, telling her wife to meet her at the hospital. She wasn’t sure how she got there, it was like she was on auto-pilot. There was nothing they could have done, they had said. It was too late. They were so sorry. Lizzy took it all in, nodding. The whole time, her eyes were trained on the screen in front of her, the scan of what had been her child.

She was wheeled into a private room, where she found herself just staring into space.  She felt numb. Like this was some sick, twisted nightmare. She had been so happy. She was living out her dream life, she wondered why she was so surprised that it was being ripped from under her. Surely no-one could have all the luck? No tears fell from her eyes while she was alone, waiting. She didn’t think she was alone for that long, although it felt like years. It wasn’t until she heard the door open, the familiar figure of her wife walk into the room that was when she began to crack, the sobs escaping her throat before she could stop them. “I’m sorry.”

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As soon as Valentine got the voicemail from her wife, she stilled, unable to process what was actually going on for some time. She shook it off, as soon as she could and left the meeting without explaining what was currently happening. There was nothing more important than Elizabeth and their child now, screw everyone else. They were the ones that mattered the most to her, and they were the ones who, in all honesty, kept her going, without losing the will to live. Something like a personal drug, she would have to admit.

She got into the car, her shaky hands were gripping the steering wheel a little bit too hard; her knuckles immediately went white, paler than usual. Valentine had to focus on the road, she didn’t want to, but she had to. She wouldn’t want to be another problem that needed to be taken care of, after all.

After avoiding all the speeding tickets, she could possibly obtain, the woman got out of her car, closed it and almost tripping took off to the register in the hospital. She asked for her wife, so the nurse could lead her all the way to the room she was in.

The woman had no idea that she was capable of going even paler than she already was, yet here she is, looking like death incarnate. She needed to get a grip, be strong for Lizzy. So, she hesitated a couple of seconds and then walked in, slowly, still unsure of what is happening, and what is real or not.

She couldn’t be weak, not right now. But, as soon as she heard her wife apologizing, it just hit her. The tears were already streaming down her porcelain cheeks and she didn’t even manage to do, or say anything, at all. “No, no, no, no, no...” the words, at this point just sounded like a some kind of mantra. “It’s not your fault, it’s not... It’s okay, I...” she what? Frankly, she had no idea what to say, seeing as her mind was too busy thinking of anything that could possibly comfort her hurt partner. “I love you, okay? None of this is your fault, and you know this,” she whispered, right after she caved and gently wiped some of the tears away from Lizzy’s cheeks and then just pulled her in, carefully, into a hug. It was all she could do right now; the words couldn’t fix anything.

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bvparker:

It is. Once I just retweeted it and let it be.

I have a bet with Lizzy; we want to see which one of us will last longer without using any social media and shit like that, so I just @’d the “real” me and told them to take over from now on.

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bvparker:

That’s happen to me before, don’t even sweat it.

I’m just havin’ a casual laugh about this, I really don’t think I’m sweatin’ it right now. No worries, mate. I think it’s just funny. People like to think they can get away with shit like that. Little did they know we can have them blocked and deleted n’ shit.

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chaos-terry:

Obviously. Because if you say “real” it’s real. That’s just the rules. It doesn’t matter if you’re verified. 

Anyway, forgive me for not knowing you or what you do, but I’m kind of old. I don’t know if we’ve met and @TheRealLENNV doesn’t really tell me much about your name. 

Shit, now I’m gonna have to delete all my social media accounts and let the “real” me have all the fun. Sucks, doesn’t it?

I bet you’re not much older than me; The name’s Valentine Bell... Or well, Marshall-Bell now that I’m married. I am a musician, I write my own songs, compose the music and stuff like that. If you want to, you can look up LENNV on YouTube to check out some of the songs!

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lizzy-marshall:

Get rid of the glitter? You don’t get rid of the glitter! It stays because it makes everything better.

It wouldn’t surprise me if you could, to be honest.

Guess I’m gonna have to learn to be the one with glitter, at some point, yeah? Does it really, though? I have a feeling that you’re the only one who likes it so much. Can’t tell if it’s worrying or cute.

Taking a wild guess here, but did you think about having some pancakes, perhaps?

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lizzy-marshall:

Probably with water, more likely to stick to your skin then. 

I suppose you do know me better than anyone, probably better than I know myself!

Good to know; I’m still not going to bathe in it ‘cause I am more than sure I will be the one who’ll win this thing. But, for future reference -- how the hell do you get rid of the glitter?

Probably not. I’m certain that I do not possess the ability to read your mind.