“Hm? Hey there! You alright?” Lee took a pause from his moment of thinking and also his general sensing of the area for crime to deal with. Crime that was preventing ideal peace. He paused this when the other approached. “Something I can help you with?” He asked as a kind smile appeared and remained on his features.
Her reflection stared back at her, devastation written across her countenance as she leaned forward, resting her forehead against the cool glass. Her eyes closed; she inhaled deeply and exhaled. “No,” she repeated, louder. Blue eyes blazed when they reopened a few moments later, all attempts at calming herself down forgotten in a surge of ire. “Fuck this shit. This cannot be happening!” She curled her hand into a fist, slamming it into the glass with force. “I refuse to let this fucking vending machine steal my money and give me NO GODDAMNED DORITOS.”
it was that time of year again --- tax season. suppose it was going to happen one way or another. even so, it was the time of year that sully actually didn’t mind ! he loved doing his taxes ! they were fun ! technically he did everyone in his family’s taxes.. just because it was fun for him. so he was sitting at his little table at his apartment, legs bend and knees against his chest. scribbling down the numbers and what not. he didn’t think too much of it. mostly because he was alone and what not. suppose if someone saw him doing this five years ago he would have flipped, but .. he was learning to be more himself again. he heard the door open, ears twitching slightly at the sound before turning to see who it was. “ emmmm mmmma , emma banana !! ” he cheered, arms going up as he saw the other blonde. “ hey, hi ! ” oh wait. .maybe he should hide what he was doing. not because of the information but .. eh she didn’t have to know what he was doing right ? it wasn’t fun or cool .. so he made a small effort to gather the papers into a pile.
for the anon that wanted to read something with Caspian super angry? I delivered.
This is a private RP that me and @1000liveslived decided to do after that gif was shared. We started plotting and this private RP is set in an AU where Emma is the single parent and Caspian is the one who’s coming into the family unit ( a reverse from what their canon actually looks like). Except in this AU, Emma ex and father of Aubrey (Emma’s child) comes back into their lives after being gone from it for years! Suddenly Kyle wants shared custody and rights to the child he never cared for. Both Emma and Caspian know something doesn’t seem right about the whole thing, but knowing that it’s Emma’s decision, Caspian takes a back seat in this and lets the decisions be made without him.
This scene takes place a few months after Aubrey and Kyle are reunited and Emma begins to allow them time together privately. Aubrey is 10, and has always been vibrant and talkative. But that suddenly begins to change, and Caspian knows exactly who to blame.
Enjoy!
PS. i apologize in advance for my bad spelling and grammar. Discord doesn’t allow me to use my writing aids to make my english better so!
1000liveslived
Kyle's return into their lives had been met with a couple different reactions... though understandably Aubrey's was far more of the excited variety than Emmalyn's was. Emma truly didn't trust it... didn't trust his intentions, didn't want to even give him the time of day, but as always Kyle had managed to weasel his way into such a thing where Emma had little choice without being made into the bad guy. So with that in mind, she had allowed Kyle to have a couple visitations with their daughter together, watching him ... and with his behavior with Aubrey at first, Emma had reluctantly agreed into letting Kyle take Aubrey out and about a couple different times. One to allow him to pick her up from school and spend some time together, and another for most of a day during the weekend.
Though when the girl returned home, she was... just a touch off. Though Emma thinking it to be just the exhaustion of a full day, she had spoken with Kyle briefly before he parted. Going to cuddle herself up on the couch, the child had answered their questions in fairly short answers in ... well a very untypical manner for the girl. Again, thinking that it was exhaustion that weighed her words down, Emma had smiled some and kissed her forehead...
It wouldn't have been until the next day that the impact Kyle was having on their daughter would be more obvious... though more so to Caspian as Emma prepared breakfast. Infinitely more cheerful, the child had began to chatter on as she generally did, trying to figure out just what she wanted to wear as her conversation took her this way, and that way, and every where between... only to stop dead in its tracks after a short moment. Seeming to come to a stop, the child had grown silent, looking to Caspian as if she were looking to see if he were upset with her for her rambles...
A couple nights since then, Emma had certainly noticed how her daughter grew to be less vibrant, far less sure of herself and... almost ashamed of her natural nature. Emma hadn’t allowed Kyle to have any contact since she had her discussion with Caspian, knowing that at some point she would have to sit down and have a discussion between herself, Caspian and Aubrey but ... for now she was simply dreading it. Kyle had left her once, and Aubrey hadn’t taken it well. How will she take it a second?
“No, its alright sweetheart. I want to hear,” trying to coax Aubrey to keep telling her more after the child had stuttered to a stop as if she had remembered herself when she had launched into another story seemingly unrelated to the first. Emma was entirely unaware of a figure passing across the street that could be seen through the window behind her, her focus on Aubrey instead who was currently trying to begin and talk through a mouthful of food.
bengalisms
There is a certain kind of pain when you watch your daughter go off with the man she truly considered her father. He knew it wasn't a slight at him –– knew that while he had never wanted to know his birth parents, Aubrey was very different from him. It hurt him, watching her excitement bubble up as she was so excited to see her father. At first he had been happy for her –– excited that she got to have such an experience. But it was quickly becoming something more devastating than Caspian wanted to admit.
A few instances of Subrey filtering herslef left him even more pained. She had never done that before. He had always let her ramble and be as she was, no matter what. So when she looked at him with eyes too wide and too sad, he knew it wasn't him. It was Kyle.
It had prompted Caspian to sit himself down with Aubrey and ask about it. What he heard shattered him. He was no stranger to verbal abuse and could easily recognize it in Aubrey's demeanor. He'd put it very simply to her. "What he says to you or about you doesn't apply in this house." because it was true. The way he wanted her to behave, the way he spoke to her, it would never trickle into this home. Never. Emma wouldn't allow it, and Caspian didn't have the capability to be mean to so much as a fly buzzing around his head too loudly.
So tonight was an interesting night. One Caspian hoped would lead to thier family discussion about how they planned on going about sucha thing from here on out. He knew it wasn't his job to parent. Not in this situation. But that wouldn't stop him from showing his concern or trying to help Emma and Aubrey anyway he could. So listening to Aubrey speak at the dinner table, watching as Emma encoruaged her to speak more, Caspian found his gaze flicker to a movement over Emma's shoulder.
Immediately his posture changed when he saw the man walking to the door. His chewing stops and he licks his lips. he leans back in his seat, finger tightening around a napkin before he draws it quickly down his face. Shoulders tighten. The instant the door is knocked on, Caspian stands. Leaving no time for either girl to react, he wipes his mouth again and offers a very false smile to them both –– eyes already an amber hue.
"I'll get it." They dont get the door during dinner. They never have. Caspian pushes his chair in and leaves his napkin on the table before walking around the kitchen and towards the front door.
1000liveslived
While Emma was truly glad for the fact that Caspian had recognized what was going on so quickly... she was heartbroken all at the same time. Sick with the knowledge that this was happening to her child, sick with the understanding that it was because of Caspian’s own experiences that led him to recognize it so much faster than herself... and admittedly angry with herself for not knowing it would happen to begin with. Emma was a very protective mother when it came down to it ... for very obvious reasons. It was for that very reason that it was a glaringly obvious testament to her trust in Caspian and her love for him tat she wanted to include him in this conversation to begin with. He had always been far more of a Father to Aubrey than Kyle ever had been... even from the very beginning. There was no doubt in Emma’s mind that Caspian was born to be a Father... she knew him. She knew his soft nature, knew that he wasn’t rash and brunt... and it was because she knew him so well, that she understood that there was something more going on than she was aware of as he stood so quickly once the knock came.
Looking to him curiously, Emma frowned just a bit as she nodded slowly, “...Alright,” she spoke slowly, her question of ‘what’s going on?’ clear in her tone. Even Aubrey wiggled until she was on her knees, turning in her seat to watch Caspian. Though she was soon urged to sit properly, listening begrudgingly.
As Caspian thought, Kyle stood at the front steps, hands in his pockets as he waited. Though he seemed surprised ta Caspian answered, rather than Emma. Trying to glance into the house to see what was happening, the man even went so far to lean a bit more to the side in order to try and accomplish the task.
“Emma won’t answer my calls or texts... I’m here to see my daughter.” Kyle didn’t like Caspian. Didn’t respect him in the slightest, and that much woudl be clear by how easily Capsian was brushed off.
bengalisms
Caspian opened the door to find Kyle standing there. His posture didn't anger him, but the look on his face did. Caspian knew all it would take was one glance at the man to find hatred in his heart. And Caspian didn't hate. He didn't even hate Aman for what he had done to him. But Kyle? Kyle was a special kind of person that got Caspian's blood boiling. From the beginning, knowing what Emma had gone through? How could he look at this man and feel anything less.
Gods he loved her. He loved her more than anything in this world and to know that this man had not only abused her but was beginning to do so with his daughter? Emma's daughter? His sweet Aubrey? There was nothing –– not one thing –– that would stop him from speaking his mind so plainly towards this man.
The door opens and Caspian's eyes have grown amber. They burn with heat and preditory focus as he steps outside. He closes the door behind him, softly despite the tension that runs through him. He stands in front of him, his gaze angled to look him in the eyes, his body blocking the handle of the doorway. Head tilts slightly as lips curl at his words. The audacity. His daughter? No. No no no, he had lost that privledge the moment he had told Aubrey she wasn't good enough with his stares and his words. Anger coursed through every inch of him –– making it beyond difficult to keep his fists at his side.
"She's busy." He cuts Kyle off. Standing as he is, back straight, shoulder's square (as square as they could be anyway) Caspian looked unlike the man Kyle would remember. "And no. No you're not."
1000liveslived
Watching as Caspian opened the door, Emma could see that his posture was much different from what she would have grown to be used to, though it wasn't much longer before she didn't see him altogether. Looking to Aubrey who was still looking at the door (and luckily hadn't seen Kyle standing there), Emma made a small noise in the back of her throat as seh stood. "Stay here sweetie... keep eating," urging the words calmly, Emma made her way to the window to see just what in the fuck was going on...
Outside, however, Kyle didn't seem to be too terribly bothered by what he saw in Caspian. Not outwardly anyways. Though the knowledge that just his mere arrival was enough to put that kind of an expression on Caspian's face drew a bit of a thrill through the shorter man. Smirking just a touch despite the rush of anger that the man did feel, Kyle's dark eyes settled on Caspian. THey were the very same eyes that Aubrey had... though they were far colder in nature. Aubrey's? Aubrey's eyes always seemed to defy the natural laws of light and dark, always seemed to be illuminated and shimmer despite the deep color. Kyle's eyes? Void of nearly anything should you look closely enough.
"Excuse you? I'm not, huh?" laughing a humorless sound, Kyle pressed a palm to his chest, "I'm the Father. You?" pointing a finger to Caspian, "You're ... clearly not. Now let me through. This is a matter for Emma and me."
bengalisms
Cold eyes had never frightened him. He had seen them in human beings taller and older than Kyle. He had seen them wield knives and words in the same breath. He had seen them blood thirsty and unsatisfied when his heart remained bleeding. Kyles eyes were a memory of the past which he was fully equipped to deal with. His smugness was a sirens call to action that Caspian took to with ease. He wasn’t afraid of this man and his hollow chest and void like eyes. He was scared of what he could do to his daughter. Not Kyle’s. His. He had always had that thought. For so long he had bared that thought inside him but hesitated in asking. Because what if she denied him? The pain would hurt too much. But he knew that it was true for him. He didn’t need her approval to love her like her father never had.
“You might be her father but you’ve never been a dad.” He says coldly, his body stiff with determination. Unmoving. Firm. “It becomes a matter for me when I see Aubrey scared to be herself around people she has always been herself with. You’re not welcome here now.” He can’t help it. He knows that it’s wrong in a way. That Emma is the one that holds power over Kyle — not him. But he feels this swell to protect them both. And in it, rage has turned his eyes to fire where Kyle’s are coal; Ready to be set aflame.
“We’re having dinner. Like I said. Come back later. We might have some left overs.” He steps back, his hand reaching for the door intending to step aside and back into the house. To lock the doors like he is a demon coming for his daughters soul. To feed upon her emotions and feelings like they are a meal prepared just for him. “Left overs are more your style, right?”
1000liveslived
Emma had admittedly taken quite some time to figure out just what it was Kyle did to her while they were together. It had been subtle enough and a long enough period of time that it gained speed, that she hadn't been able to detect it... or at least, she hadn't until she realized just what it was Kyle was donig to their daughter. She was able to see it easily enough in an interaction with another... and quite frankly the knowledge had rattled her. It was a realization that Kyle had never been a truly decent man... he expected things a certain way, expected things to conform to himself and his ideals despite how much they changed on a nearly constant basis... and he would do and say whatever he needed to, in order to make them bend to him.
His daughter included
"Fuck you!" growling the words, Kyle's hands connected with Caspian's chset as he shoved hiim roughly, his face the picture of rage and fury. "Its because of that fucking bitch in there that Aubrey's the way she is, don't you fucking get it? You can't fucking coddle her and expect her to be normal y-"
Seeing this all from the window Emma had just began to watch from, she swore the instant she saw it escelate. "Aubrey, sweetheart, stay right there," Her voice was urgent, quickly moving for the door to try to stop this. The last thing Aubrey needed... was to hear the two men fighting. Thankfully the child with her condition wasn't able to hear the words... but Emma sure as hell could.
bengalisms
The shove was expected but not prepared for. Caspian has seen it coming through those snarled words and felt it in his soul long before it happened. His body gender before he shove, making it more successful in pushing him back than it might have otherwise. But that was simply Caspian: always expecting violence. Even now after all these years, that feeling wouldn’t die down.
Caspian’s own lips curled back into a snarl. But it was that of an animal which has fear. Never back a scared tiger into a corner. And that was exactly what Kyle had done.
“Get your hands off me.” There was no keeping that growl from Caspian’s words, even if he didn’t lift his hands to push the other back. He was not someone who contributed to violence unless need be. Kyle was not used to being told no. Luckily Caspian had gotten good at that lately. “And if you ever call my fiancé a bitch again, or speak ill of my daughter again, I’ll string you to a lamp post like prized elephant tusks.”
Caspian took a single step forward, hand pulling away from the doorknob as he straightened himself. His lips were snarled, his neck tight and showing tendons that had yet to be seen by the other man. His chest was swollen, his breathing heavy. The scars along his body might as well have melted into stripes, and Kyle’s blonde hair might as well have turned to the white spots on the behind of a deer. Prey and predator. Nothing less than that as Caspian lifted a hand and pointed at Kyle with more intention than even Emma would have seen in him.
“I don’t threaten lightly. The last man I threatened is buried back in India with teeth marks on his skull.” He bit those words out with a whispered heat. His gaze never letting go of Kyle’s. “Do I make myself clear?”
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“You know, it takes a miracle sometimes,” Razensky muttered under his breath, withholding the need to curse the damn door that leads to his apartment in Russian. It’s been almost a year since he decided to abandon his silent cave and the treacherous lock, that always gave him trouble, decided to welcome the owner with a headache.
“I apologize for this accident.” The man through over his shoulder, eyes briefly running over the female silhouette that stood behind him. Part of him wished to bring her back to his office, but another part decided against it as there was far more friendship involved in between. She was his ally, he couldn’t fix her yet.
The door finally pushed open after the small bronze key turned in the dark lock, allowing Razensky to enter is midnight kingdom. The light was always dim in the welcoming rooms, keeping the theme of a calm twilight that helped Victor to relax most of the nights. However, since it was raining outside and the sun abandoned the streets, the Russian was burdened to flip the hidden switches and illuminate most of his living room and the connected bar that lead to the kitchen.
He squinted, stepping aside to let Emmalyn through, studying his quarters as if he was here for the first time. He left it clean at least, so that satisfied the psychologist’s darkened soul. A short smile appeared on his lips when he saw a few bottles of his favorite liquor sitting untouched on the bar shelves. His eyes followed the woman briefly before he shifted toward the kitchen.
“Would you like a drink? I insist, after all, I saved you from melting in the rain.” Razensky chuckled, licking his lips as his predatory gaze fell upon the beloved bottle of Grey Goose and Crown Royal.
Caroline grinned at her best friend’s words, pulling her head away to give Emma a warm look just for a moment. For as long as really mattered, she’d always had Emma at her side. Maybe it hadn’t been one of those friendships that she’d had since birth, like with Bonnie and Elena. But Emma was the one that stuck with her through everything. The two of them could make it through near anything, just as long as they had one another at their side.
She’d always held a firm belief in soul mates, and after no more than a few months of being friends with the other blonde, she knew that she’d found hers. “You know,” Caroline adjusted her posture, reaching forward to grab the mug of hot chocolate sitting on the coffee table in front of them to take a sip. “It kinda sucks that I’m not a lesbian because if I was,” She turned, grinning at Emma over the rim of her mug and raising her eyebrows suggestively. “I’d totally marry you.”
As if on cue, she heard the sounds of cheering coming from the television, directing her attention back towards the bratty bride that had finally ( after literally 300 dresses ) found ‘her bridal moment.’ Caroline snorted, rolling her eyes at the television and slumping back against the couch. “That dress isn’t even cute.”
‘i’m not sure what exactly i’ll need on an ADVENTURE, but i think i have everything i need.’ her outfits was more practical than the palace fashions or dancing shoes she and her sisters usually wore, the deep BLUE fabric draped plainly but not too tight, especially around the waist. as for supplies, most of her belongings had been her favorite BOOKS, ones of magic and knights and adventures rather than anything that would be useful with a handful of fruits she had nabbed from the kitchen.
