#colddae

[themidnightsiren]

[ ✉: Lorraine ] : I don’t want to talk about it.

[ text ] Then you shouldn’t have started it. From the very beginning. 

[themidnightsiren]

[ ✉: Shrimp chips ] Thanks to you, the new neighbors now know my name.

[ text ] Am I to be blamed? You know yourself why. I do not need to elaborate the details on text because it might be my name they’ll know next.

[ text ] Or should I?

[themidnightsiren]

#[ THIS HURT LIKE A BITCH. YOU SHOULD BE JAILED. #[ BEAUTIFUL AND HEARTBREAKING -- #[ I'M CRY. #[ DAEHYUN'S ALL FUCK THIS I'M OUT AND HE'S GONE AND LEFT OMG

eueheheheheheheh >:D [ - offers him a bottle of vodka] 

[themidnightsiren]

Red String of Fate.

32. Our muses are destined to raise a family together

They’ve cuddled in the arms of each other for so long, the night ticked away like hours were just seconds, spending the warmth just with each other, and they were both content with it. The dusk was starting to set in, the sun sprouts over the horizon, claiming the reign from the moon and erasing the dark, and there they are, eyes closed and calmly breathing on each others’ warmth as they sleep. It was a portrait of a family, a happy couple with an expected child carried by the woman. And it is only a matter of hours before their dreams will finally transpire.

 A soft tickle rather than pain arises from her abdomen, the soft little kick in her womb drew her out of slumber, waking her up to the freshest scent she used to smell every day,a sweet scent of faded aftershave.  Lorraine inhaled deeply, allowing the musk of his masculinity to linger on her nostrils for a few seconds before setting her eyes to open on the sight of his peeking chest from the v-line of his shirt. Gazing upward, she finds his lips and presses  on for a soft morning kiss before pulling out of his embrace. But his hands gripped at her, pulling her closer before she could slip away.

“Is that even a kiss?”

She was made to lean close on his chest, or at least her head because being in her full term had kept hugs a difficult task. But he insists, adjusting himself to accommodate her bump while keeping their faces still close to each other. She never complained, and though it was quite uncomfortable at times, the consolation that goes with it is his warmth, and she loved the way he lets her rest of his shoulders, ears near his chest to hear his soft heart beats. And just like every day, she savours the moment, relishing on this specific time of the day that both had deemed special. It always was. It will always be.

“A peck is still a kiss.”  Lorraine smiles, snuggling closer and she could feel the little one kick in happiness. They say that mothers and their child in their womb share that connectedness that goes beyond the cord that links them. The mother’s emotion could be felt by the young child and the little could only do so much as a kick to let his self be expressed. It is a fascinating thought, and even though Lorraine once never believed it, the moment she felt her child’s first kick on her fifth month, she knew they were all right. The little child was feeling the joy she was having and how she had been anticipating to finally see his face, to see this life that both of them had come to bear.  She pulls his arms from her waist to her bump, letting his palm lay at the upper part where she felt the little one’s action. “Here… Baby says good morning too.”

And Daehyun smiles, a different kind of smile from what she had seen before. Truth be told, Lorraine wasn’t too confident about him being a father at first. He was young, had dreams, and one who shouldn’t be tied to such predicament because he needs to mature fast with what had happened. But then she realized it is what she liked about him. He was mature than his own age, he was responsible, and he was warm, contradictory as to how he had been. Or how he had let the other people perceive him before. And looking at him fondly caressing her womb like it was the child he was holding to, with the genuine smile prolonged on his lips, she could feel his utmost love towards the child, and she knew, she just knew he would be a great father. He is already, with him buying all those baby stuffs, little clothes, diapers, baby kits and all. And more than that is the smile that he has on his face every time he would look at her, the anticipation for the new chapter of life that will come ahead of them as the baby is born. Lorraine knew that everything they had given up were all worth for this future they both planned, him and her. Daehyun and Lorraine.

He continues with his caresses but a round of pain started to afflict on her. For the first few seconds it came to be just a slight discomfort, but then a few minutes pass and the pain ensues, radiating all over her abdomen, increasing in intensity. It was a pain that scared her, a pain so deep she doesn’t know if it is just the labor arising or is it something else. Fear groped her, droplets of sweat formed through her forehead as she seeks Daehyun for comfort.

“Daehyun.. I..”

“You’re about to give birth.”

“No. Daehyun.. Ah!.. It hurts. Daehyun!!” One hand held on to his arms, the other on the base of her womb, holding on to the dear life inside. It isn’t a pain from labor contractions; it is a pain that rips all her stance, a throbbing pain that terrorized her – a pain with a severity beyond what she was informed of. It was a pain that describes as one sucking out life from her.

“Daehyun… Help me! Help me please…. Our baby.. DAEHYUN!!” It took only a sight of that crimson liquid trickling in between her legs to rip her rationality into pieces, an impending life was being taken away from her and there was no way she could do anything but to scream. And cry. And look at Daehyun with pitiful eyes.  “Don’t.. let him die…”

It only took a few seconds.

The dark consumed her once more. And then there was nothingness.

Plain. Empty. Black.

And when she opens her eyes, she knew she was back.

Alone, on her own, and the reality dawned upon her with a blink of an eye. It will never happen. Not with Daehyun, or with anyone else.

For how can someone dead bear a life?

[themidnightsiren]

Heads up.

I will have a major reconstruction with regards to this muse's interactions a.k.a. threads/paras/plots/relationships. No, I will not start from scratch. I've basically built Lorraine enough. I will just keep this account clean. 

I will have an unfollow spree soon. I do not feel the need to write a criteria on whose going off the cut. I believe I had impulsively followed people for faceclaims I blame the fangirl in me and now I have my dash almost always flooded with people I haven't interacted with. With photo reblogs, oocs and whatnot. Not that I am against it but I'd rather see more walls of text on my dash than those. I'd love to see action on the stories and plots. No offense. You may unfollow by all means, it's your choice. However if I happen to unfollow you and you still want to plot, just throw me an ask.

And I hate to say this but I will be dropping threads and paras. BUT I will wait for the other party's confirmation first if they'd like to continue or not. I will tag everyone in my track list on this post and please do message me if you want to continue. Please note though that the plots will stay as it is, should you decide to continue them

I've also reduced the list of people I plot with to a few - only those people I was able to keep track with. I will also tag them here. If we got lost with each other then throw me an ask as well.

I will concentrate on long term plots. I'd like the characters to keep going and not to be stuck in a certain period with that certain para. And I would like for the plots to be essential in our character's development. Not just out of whim or something. 

This blog will be strictly IC from now on. No ooc posts unless it has to do something with the character. OOC talks will be via asks, fanmails or aim. I mostly use aim for ooc talks but if you want to have ic interactions there, then I can dig it.

What to do: Simple, like this post if you want to continue the interactions with this character, or if you want to plot. Or message me. I think I've done most of my part with all the message spree and I get nothing. And it is tiring to be honest.

I will wait for at least a week before I reorganize this account and reply to the paras that will continue.

ps. those I am assured of the interactions, I will not tag them here. of course. you all know who you are.

─━

[princess--ofthedamned]

❋

Dae - shut up. period. hahahahaha 

Lorraine - you want two diary entries? hahaha

You guys. We should sleep. :p

edited:

themidnightsiren replied to your post: ☱

[You never knew how regretful this day was. tsk tsk]

I am trying so hard to be ic. THIS IS DAEHYUN OKAY??? But but... Have.to.be.in.character. /cries

[princess--ofthedamned]

☱

September 15, 2010

Dear Diary,  

It’s official! Victor loves me because he’s finally opening up to me. I am patient. Been hoping that he’d reveal something to me everytime I come to see him.

Today, we visited his old school and introduced me as his girl. I was left in awe and my mouth just hanged agape at everyone. Hm. And then he left me. But he left me with a friend! 

I like Drew. He’s like a mirror of how I was when I was 16. You know — the travels, meeting people, only that my parents may have restricted me a bit? And he’s sporty, I’d totally convince him to go out with me if Victor wasn’t born. Haha! Can you imagine me telling dad that Drew’s family’s into business too and when proven, he’d engage me with him? Could totally happen even though he’s younger because why the hell would they let me date with someone two years younger than me? Hahaha. What was my father thinking? It’s funny, yeah?

To conclude today, Victor likes me. And my father’s insane but he made a good choice of a guy for me. Period.

[themidnightsiren]

☱

032809 - 23:09:47

Jung Daehyun. Jung Daehyun. Jung Daehyun

I can see Samantha in myself right now. It’s a funny fact.

My eyes are intermittently looking at him as I write this. Should I mentally slap myself right now? What the heck I am grinning.

I realized I have been writing a lot lately, seeing as how this entry is the third for this week, and it’s just Thursday. I write as much as I could. Keep it in words rather than in memory. Because I know someday, I’ll think of reminiscing and I am afraid that with the centuries of years that may distance the memory, I will forget them. And if it happens, this present me will kill herself for being ignorant and not keeping the precious memory. God, I sound so dramatic. I sound so Samantha.

I won’t get tired looking at his face everyday.  But the thought of his face fading hue by hue as the years pass by, it frightens me. And it frightens me that I may not see that face age. I keep telling myself that this is temporary - which is in fact, a fact itself, given my case. That sooner or later he’ll leave me. Or I will leave him. That he’d run from the monster he had slept with for the past few months, that he’d despise the one he thought he loves. I am not ready for it yet but let me bask in the present because it will only happen once. History may repeat itself but not in the same way. Never.

Thank you for taming the monster in me. I  may struggle in this fight with my humanity, but eventually, all will be worth it. 

I hope we could keep it this way. Always.