#c. casey

[marbeledroses]

Merry Christmas, Baby | Casey

@glitchworthremembering​

Traveling with your pregnant wife was no easy chore, at least Emilia couldn’t imagine it was. However coming to Casey’s home for the holidays? It was the perfect thing to do, even if Emilia looked like she could play Santa Claus with her bump. Who would’ve thought someone as skinny as Casey could turn Emilia into someone as plump as a roast? But it seemed Casey was fascinated by Emilia’s body changing... and for whatever reason, the sympathy weight was a blessing for them as Casey gained a couple of pounds alongside Emilia. But she simply assumed it was from him staying sober for her pregnancy. He kept his promise about the music, taking time off to write and focus on their family... to spend time together and these past few months? They were one of the better times in their relationship, especially as husband and wife. So yes, this baby was a surprise and a major shock to the both of them, but in the end it seemed this little one was welcomed with love and open arms.

Which is what led them to coming back to England, Emilia wanted to do something with Casey, a final venture before they were officially parents. Based on her doctors advice Emilia still had a few weeks to go based on the babies progress inside of her, so the doctor said it was okay for mom and baby to board a plane and travel across the pond. It seemed to mean everything to her husband to show Emilia around London and to visit his stomping grounds. Taking some time to visit family above and below ground... flowers given and prayers shared, she hoped that everyone would be happy with her and the fact Casey was becoming a better person. 

Tonight though, the two of them went out to dinner at one of the nicer places in town and Emilia’s back had been hurting. She simply shrugged it off as bump related and she continued to enjoy her rich leafy greens and sparkling juice because lets face it, alcohol and pregnancy didn’t mesh well and god help her if Casey wasn’t on her about what she ate or drank all the time.. and she loved it. “I almost don’t want to go home.” Emilia confessed as she took a bite of a warm bread-stick and her hazel eyes found her husbands. “It’s so nice here, and I get a kick out of people driving on the wrong side of the street.”

Reaching for her glass she held it up to him with a small smile. “Cheers to us and the holiday.. tomorrows Christmas and I’m so thankful we’re here, together.. the three of us.” She smiled and looked down at her bump before finding her husbands eyes. “I love you.” 

[eatrude]

@pravnov / cont x. 

“ I’m afraid perhaps you’re of a far stronger moral fiber than I, Casey.  Seeing the worst of the world day and in and day out wears on the psyche. “  It is not the same thing -- but he remembers those early days, his first true victims -- scum of the earth, barely worth the MEAT he took from them ... certainly not worth the life they took from him.  

“ Everyone thinks about killing. “  He offers gently, seeing her HESITATION to admit it.  “ Whether by your own hand or the hand of god.  If you didn’t, I’d have to say you weren’t human.  It’s normal, Casey.  The desire does not make you a monster. “ 

[adauntlessangel]

@glitchworthremembering Continued from this.

Oh...Casey...Casey...Casey... The sight of him like this was breaking her heart. She couldn’t help but to wish to heal him, to make him see that he didn’t need the high he chased after so much. For such a while now, Emilia had convinced herself he was clean. Yes the alcohol wasn’t better but it was better than the drugs he was giving to himself. Yet now here the two of them stood and she was trying so hard to find it in herself to stay and keep him afloat. But would this always be their endgame...his addiction for such a high? Was her love simply not enough? Judging by the haziness in her husbands eyes and the way he seemed to fumble...all Emilia could feel was guilt. 

Listening to his words, it brought tears to her eyes as she stood there and she felt completely helpless. For so long she had told him almost everything to try and keep him sober. She broke up with him only for him to come back with empty promises...or he would sober up and a week later be back to square one... But he had been clean, he had proposed to her...they got married, and had a honeymoon..

But now? It was like they were back to square one and Emilia wasn’t sure she had the energy to go through another rehab period with him. So she was trying a new method and yet Casey managed to simply break her heart even more this way. “Who did you want to be..?” His words killed her and yet here she stood, still ready to be strong for him but someday that strength was going to run out..and kill them both. “Because Casey...you’re the most wonderful person I know..I just..I wish you could see it.” 

[marbeledroses]

@glitchworthremembering​

“I dunno..” Emilia murmured softly as she looked down into the tin with a sweet smile. She’d turned to baking and picking up the habit of cooking lately. Perfect little housewife, right? Considering everything that had happened, she took to make a difference in their lives and she planned on fattening her husband up...keeping him healthy, and making sure he knew he was loved. So she took her chance on mimicking a pie she’d seen on Food Network and she was beaming as Casey came over. 

She didn’t question his cautious gazing over the buttery crust and the sweet inners beneath the golden flakes. His praise brought a shrill little giggle from her and she wiped her hands on her apron, happy as a toddler. “I might bake more if you like it, not this type obviously but different ones? You know? I was looking up recipes for stuff based on where you grew up..I think it might be fun to experiment? You could help next time if you want.” Emilia mused as she picked up her own fork and she took a small bite, moaning softly at the taste. 

[marbeledroses]

@dysfunctionaljoy continued from here. 

Addiction....it was probably the number one killer in it’s various forms. Sex. Drugs. Adrenaline. The list could go on and on...and yet Emilia would rather not even begin to think about any of it. Rather her mind was solely focused on Casey as she stood there trying to make sense of broken words. So many time shes had to listen to his ramblings, empty promises of ‘I’ll get better...it’ll work this time, I’ll stick to it..’ and yet here they were, back to square one. Emilia wasn’t sure who to blame in all of this, his friends? The band? The lifestyle? How could she ever be strong enough to pull him away? where she only had two arms to pull him back from the darkness, the darkness seemed to have millions. His fans, his contracts, the music, his love for the spotlight and here she was...in a small corner with a light shining on her that promised sanctuary and he was always so close and yet so far away from her just the same. It broke her heart endlessly to watch him slide back down into the muck of drugs and alcohol. To see him walking around proudly with white powder on the tip of his nose and Emilia quickly wiping it away to keep his image decent for the press. But now? She felt as if she needed to keep him away from all of this, to drag him off somewhere that no press, no band, and no illegal drugs could be found. It was going to be her last ditch effort because she didn’t know what else to do, she couldn’t sit here and watch him kill himself because his brain was a mess... She needed to help bring him into the light, out of that darkness he kept bathing himself in and into the warmth of her sunlight. 

Suddenly she watched him unravel and Emilia was moving at lightening speed to catch him..to embrace him in her soft arms. Tears were burning in her eyes but she refused to let them fall. He needed this, he needed to break....he needed to finally let it all just come apart so she could help him rebuild from the broken pieces. “Casey..” Emilia whispered as she felt the flinches of his body bore deep into her soul and the young woman wanted to scream because if she could? She would take his pain, she would take it all if it would save him.. She would keep him safe. But right now all she could do was be here to support him, to be his strength during all of this. “Baby..” Her words were soft whispered as she forced his curls back onto his head, his eyes whether he liked it or not completely focused on her. “You’re dying.” Emilia choked on the words and she stared at him like he was the last man on Earth...like he could save her even though she was so focused on saving him. “I’m not strong enough to survive without you..” She never was, that was the problem. Casey’s addiction was the drugs, the pills, the alcohol...the sex. Her addiction? Casey. “You need to get out, we need to leave...right now, I’ll pack a bag. Cancel everything for your mental health..” Emilia was pleading with him. “You’re killing yourself because you lost someone you loved...can you honestly tell me you want that for me? For us?” She was being cruel and using his love for her as a weapon...but that’s what started this whole mess, right? That is what was killing the man she loved... it was his love for someone else, so maybe her love for him would be enough to save him.. Emilia could only hope as the words came from her throat and they burned like hot coals. 

“I’m standing here...right now, with you, and I am watching you die. I’m watching you wither away into nothing and I can’t help you unless you let me and the only way we can do that is by leaving... Casey, for God’s sake..look at you!” Emilia cried out as she moved her hands to his face, trying to tug his wrists away from his ears so he could hear her.. “I love you! I love you! I’m real, I’m alive...my heart is still beating and it’s all for you...but I can not stand here and watch you kill yourself because of some ghost... Casey, please!” Emilia begged, tears finally overpowering her and she sobbed. “Let me help you...let me save you while I still can because if I lose you...I will never be able to...I...I won’t...I can’t..” She choked on the thoughts as she cradled her poor broken boys face and she stared into his eyes, never breaking contact even as she cried. “I love you, I love you...I love you...I love you...I’m real, I’m here, let me help you...let me take your pain away, let me make it all stop.”

[adauntlessangel]

Colors | Casey

@glitchworthremembering

The night before their wedding. After almost a year of struggle and confusion, anger and heartbreak, a relationship that was both rocky and beautiful at the same time, here they were. Of course, that year was the most stable year of their entire time being together and just went to prove Casey was changing for Emilia. That he was ready to take that on. And now, finally, at long last, he was getting married. Marriage was something about which Casey had dreamed since he was young. It was all he ever really wanted, someone to love and to hold and to call his own. Now he finally had her. The perfect bride to-be. His precious Emilia. The love of his life. However, old habits proved hard to break and even though he had quit the drugs for her, the drinking was still underway. He hadn’t had a drop of liquor for over three weeks now… Until, of course, the stag party last weekend. And… Now…

It was almost 1 in the morning and Casey came stumbling into their home, doing his best to be quiet as he slowly closed the door and locked it with the keypad. He leaned against the nearest wall as he slipped off his combat boots, pushed his hair back from his face, and slowly started to sink to the ground once leaned over. He mumbled a small curse under his breath as he suddenly realised he was falling and he tripped forward a few steps, just barely catching himself, though he made quite a bit of noise in the process. Another curse as he stood upright. Leaning back against the wall, he closed his eyes with a heavy sigh before digging round in his jacket pocket for his vape mod. That was the other thing he was trying to quit, cigarettes, and although he was doing much better with that than the drinking, it was a process and vaping had become his crutch, something he did almost constantly. But he wanted to be a respectable man for Emilia. He didn’t want to end up back where they were when they started. Back in the drugs, the parties… Late nights with pretty girls who didn’t give a damn about him. No, this was better. So, he sucked long and hard on the sharp-tasting vapor, the sting as it hit his lungs releasing tension from his shoulders, the large clouds creating a dull fog in the air.

Emilia knew how hard Casey was trying to be better for her and for their future. She knew and she loved that he was so committed to it. Granted the drinking and vaping were  compromises for right now... But someday, Emilia would want him clean. hell - she’d taken to not drinking at all herself. Not seeing a point in the two of them being utterly wasted...and truthfully, Emilia hated alcohol after seeing the damage it did to the one person in this world she loved. Casey meant more to her than anything... So of course she had stayed awake all night, worried about his choices. The sound of his body against a wall had Emilia’s heartbreaking - why tonight? Why not tomorrow night? Too quickly she got up from their bed, a series of deja vu flushing through her mind as she found him crumpled on the floor and the nonexistent scent of vapor coming past her. “Hey..handsome.” Emilia whispered, happy to see he made it home in one piece - disappointed he was here once again. “You okay?” She asked softly, crouching on the floor beside him, hazel eyes reaching out to touch his face. “You know..we’re getting married in over 18 hours.” Emilia teased him with a soft smile, she’d learned how to take care of him and getting angry would not fix this. Support and love would, after all they got this far. “Come on then...some coffee and my hangover cure and off to bed. I can’t get married if you’re in bed all day.” She continued to tease him, leaning in to kiss his forehead. “Can you stand?”

[gomezst]

casey ha dicho: ❛ ¿podemos hablar? ❜

frase le parece preludio a otra discusión, gómez que nunca ha estado interesado en tomarse las cosas a pecho, que a lo largo de su vida le han dedicado palabras crueles, pero, por algún motivo, disonancia de compañera logran hacerlo, dejarlo tirado en la lona, consecuencias provocadas y merecidas por sus propios actos, seguramente, aun así, no menos indeseables “dí lo que tengas que decir, casey, por favor” .

[dioneq]

casey ha dicho : ❛ ¿crees que émile tuvo cómplices? ❜

cuestión la deja desconcertada durante un instante, marones que estudian facciones de la contaría, buscando algún indicativo de la naturaleza de la pregunta. “muchas personas tenía problemas con jack” contrae, ha sido así desde primer semestre, altercados suficientes para hacer echar andar la mente de cualquier detective con tres dedos de frente o escritor de novelas policíacas “acaso, ¿estas asustada, casey?” que ella ha dado el tema bastante por zanjado desde el arresto, al menos, con lo que le corresponde a los crimsons “¿tienes sospechas de alguien?” .