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@meikeschmidt
“–I was just sayin’ something to the monkey, here.” Emilie spoke, motioning towards Aurelie. “You okay, babe?”
“Oh, right--” Meike sighed, glancing between Aurelie and Emilie. “Yeah, I was just thinking is all-- I'm good.” Forcing a smile, she glanced up at her girlfriend. “How was Canada?”
“I–” Juliet’s lips closed to a muted state as her hues flickered over to Meike’s. “Nothing–just rambling on that’s all.” Her tongue slid across her lips before parting to speak again. “Is everything alright on your end?”
Meike succumbed to a bout of guilt. Her head bowed slightly, but she mustered an apologetic grin. “Sorry,” she gave, but her lips were drawn downward. “Do you think it's possible to love someone too much?”
“Oh–Nothing, jsn’t asking how your christmas and new years went. I didn’t see you around the house anywhere.”
“Uh yeah... I’m not much for the holidays.” That’s a lie, it’s her favorite time of the year.
“Sorry? You were saying...?” Meike admittedly hadn’t been paying attention but she had tried. Just lately, it was hard. She was just sad.
Savon had been on her way up to see Blake when the unfamiliar woman stopped her as she passed. Her face pinched in confusion at first as she tried to process what the woman was saying - her headache raging behind her eyes and making it difficult to keep up - her face soon relaxed as she finally understood what the woman wanted from her. “Uhm, yeah, sure. What does this girl like?”
Meike could tell the other woman wasn’t in the best of spirits and instantly regretted her decision. “Uh, you know actually-- I could just ask someone else. You look like you were headed somewhere.”
Emilie let go of a breath that she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. Relief washed over her and a small smile tugged at her lips. Hearing that the love she felt for Meike was reciprocated made her heart almost skip a beat. “–and I won’t break yours. I promise.” She whispered, leaning up to kiss her girlfriend yet again– however this kiss held a lot more meaning than any of their previous ones had.
It wasn't fair for Meike to expect Emilie to believe her when she was still so uncertain. “I know...” she whispered, praying that she wouldn't. Meike returned the kiss with just as much depth and substance. She needed Emilie to know just how important she was. Even more, just how much she loved her. Completely out of breath, she pulled back a tiny grin pulling at her lips. “God, this is crazy...”
Emilie nodded, a sigh escaping her lips. “I do.” She let her hands drop from her girlfriends face only to seek comfort in holding one of Meike’s. “–This really wasn’t how I wanted to tell you for the first time– but I do love you and it scares me. The last time I loved someone I ended up with my heart broken… and I really don’t want that to happen again.” She could feel herself getting emotional again. She blinked a few times, willing away the tears that were threatening to fall. She wanted more than anything for this relationship to work out, she wouldn’t let Isabel get between them and ruin their chances.
Meike remained quiet for what felt like an eternity. Her gaze flickered between their adjoined hands, and Emilie's sad eyes. All of this threatened to bring on her sobriety. And honestly, at this pointed she wanted for it. “I'm not going to break your heart,” she promised, her voice barely above a whisper. “I couldn't... I'd break my own. And I can’t lose you.” Swallowing hard, dark hues locked on with their pain stricken counterparts. “I love you, too. I have always, always loved you.” Saying the words aloud took a load off her shoulders.
Emilie sighed at her girlfriend’s words. She hated that this was happening. She wished they could just go back to a few days ago when everything was fine. She cupped both of Meike’s cheeks and gently turned her head so they were facing each other. “Maybe so, but YOU’RE gorgeous– and I love you.” A lump in her throat forming almost immediately after letting that slip. She meant it, of course. She just hadn’t planned for this to be how she said it— or the fact that her girlfriend was drunk the first time that she told her she loves her.
Rolling her eyes, Meike didn't feel gorgeous. Not by a long shot when there were certain people down the hall from them. She opened her mouth object; however, it slammed shut just as quickly. Her brows furrowed. Elation washed over her; confusion, too. “Y-You... love me?” In her drunken haze, she stared at her girlfriend. She didn't trust herself to speak. Not that it mattered, she couldn't exactly find her voice. Licking her lips, her eyes drifted between Emilie's. They focused on her eyes finally, completely at a loss. She loved Emilie. She had always loved her, but she couldn't grasp that the feeling was now mutual.
“Great.” She repeated, a hint of a smile tugging at her lips as she ran a hand through Meike’s hair with a soft hum. She nodded in understanding, chewing on her bottom lip for a moment. “—I’ll be okay. I’ll get over it, and be back to my normal self before you know it. I promise.”
“I know...” Meike sullenly replied, wondering if there was any coming back from this. Isabel hadn’t even been here long and the very fabric of it all was being ripped at the seams. “Doesn’t mean it hurts any less...” Swallowing hard, she fixated her gaze anywhere but Emilie. It was a little hard with how dizzy she felt. “I’m fucking terrified, babe. That’s why I got fucked up tonight... She gorgeous. AND blonde,” she slurred.
Meike and Emilie moodboard 02
I'm gonna love you so right I wouldn't need a second chance
Emilie shook her head, matching her girlfriend’s sad smile. “I can’t expect you to just drop your plans because I’m sad.” She spoke, her hand moving up to cup the older woman’s cheek. “Hey— we’re going to be fine. There is no way I’m letting her come between us.” Emilie kissed her again, letting it linger for a moment before speaking up again. “No way.”
“Well....” she began, but opted against saying anything more. Her plans could have easily been avoided. Still, she needed a distraction from it all. Holding Emilie's gaze, she wished she could believe her. Every part of her was screaming to, but she couldn't. “We're going to be great, babe,” she lied, a faint smile giving her words more credibility. She willed herself to believe that everything would be okay as they kissed. Taking them away from everything, she gently held onto Emilie's chin. Her eyes lingered on the tear trodden skin, her thumb ran along it. “You're so beautiful... but it hurts to see you like this.”
It’d been three years since Emilie had lived with Isabel, and the last few months of the near six years had been non-stop arguing. Emilie didn’t want to go back to that and she feared that them living together now meant the arguing would start all over again and she didn’t want Aurelie or Meike to have to deal with that. She was happy in this relationship and she didn’t want that to change. She shifted slightly so she could lean up for a gentle kiss. “Thank you for being–here. With me.” She whispered.
Still drunk, Meike found it easier to be like like. It was slightly easier to not focus on her doubts. There was no need to distract herself. Had she not drank however, that might've been problematic. A sad smile adorned her rounded features. And her lips lightly brushed against Emilie's. “I should've been here earlier,” she replied sullenly, now beating herself for being selfish. Emilie had needed her, and she fled. “I don't like her being here. What she's doing to us... you. What she's doing to you, I hate it.”
Emilie didn’t like feeling sad. It was something she really tried to avoid— if it were any other emotion, like anger - she’d know how to deal with it and what to do to get over it. With sadness, there wasn’t much she could really do except wait it out. However, being in her girlfriend’s arms was already helping. She sighed, not really knowing what to say. Instead she wrapped her arms around Meike’s waist and pulling herself closer.
Seeing Emilie this way, it scared her. She didn't know what else to say or do. Granted, she knew that nothing could be done to rectify this; however, it still left her unsettled. All she wanted was for everything to go back to the way it was. But she knew that was impossible. Even as she just stayed there, holding Emilie, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was going to leave her. That was always a fear of hers, but it was even worse now. She couldn't compete with Isabel.
Phoebe nodded, she was used to coming up with fun clever ideas for dates, it was really normal for her. “How can you not be down for something like that?” she chuckled. “I do understand being the very protective–I’m horribly protective of the twins.” she added a moment later. “If he can’t I’m up for it!”
Phoebe had a point. How could one not be down for it? “How old are the twins now,” Meike asked, honestly finding herself genuinely interested in what she had to say. “I appreciate that. And I'm certain she will, too.”
She’d only just closed her eyes when she heard her girlfriend enter the room, she hadn’t been expecting her back for another hour or so. She thought she’d have time to make herself look at least decent. She was a mess right now, dried tear tracks covered her face and she looked exhausted. Emilie was never good under stress, and Isabel being here just meant a lot of added stress that she didn’t need. She sighed, turning her body around so she was able to bury her head into the crook of Meike’s neck.
Meike was at a complete loss. If Emilie were angry, she knew how to appease her-- or at least distract her. This was a whole other ballpark, maybe even an entirely different sport. As her girlfriend turned around, her embrace tightened. Mentally, she willed for all her distress to disperse. She hated seeing the woman like this, and knowing there was nothing she could do to fix it. “It's going to be okay, babe...” she cooed, running her fingers up and down her back.
Meike had only had a few drinks-- or a few more. Every drink was another to take her mind off it all. More than anything she wanted to be a good girlfriend. She wanted to be there for Emilie, but the whole thing was unsettling. Isabel's importance wasn't lost on her. Regardless of how essential she was to Emilie, Isabel would always be more. She just hoped that those nosy gossiping bitches were wrong. Drunkenly, she stepped into their room. Thankful that Aurelie was gone for the night, she quickly undressed before crawling in bed with Emilie. Sloppily, Meike placed a kiss on her temple and wrapped her arms around her.
txts: beautiful;;
Emilie: I'd like that but--only if you're sure. I know work can be important.
Meike: I'm sure, babe. My job is just something to do anyway.
