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Re: Mattie and Beau
By: Tea Date: January 2, 2015, 11:46 pm
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Max dances anxiously around her feet but Mattie does not stop,
only gives him a pleading look as she tries to step around him.
Moments later however she feels strong, warm arms encircle her.
Pulling her back toward the house. She fights, squirming and
kicking like a roped animal but her strength is no match for
Beau’s. She doesn’t care if it’s crazy to go out into the storm.
This is one place, one time, she can’t handle it again. It was
the one time she let her guard down with someone, more than
anyone else she has ever known. The first time she felt truly
alive since she was ripped away from her life. She has only been
back for hours and she can already see it could easily happen,
only to break her all over again.
“Let me go! You don’t understand!”
Only moments later she is back within the warmth of his home,
still wrapped in his arms to keep her from heading right back
out the door. Something she hates to admit was a smart idea on
his part. Still, she doesn’t stop pulling, squirming, trying her
hardest to break free.
The grip of his arms around her middle only tightens as he tries
to reason with her. Yes, she could die out there. Just from
those few short moments outside her body is chilled like ice.
Maybe the past five years of shifting time has driven her mad
but she can’t help but think it would be better than the
alternative, to stay here and have her heart shattered all over
again. At least the jumps would stop.
“Yer not leavin’ until that storm is gone, Mattie..”
His breath on her ear, or maybe the way he spoke her name,
stills her. The fight having left her she instead sags against
him, spent. The tears she held back before have now returned
with a vengence. A sob shakes her chest, her head sagging down
to stare blankly at the floor boards and melting snow clumps
brought back in with their shoes. “You don’t understand.. You
have to let me go, Beau.. Please. I can’t..” I can’t do this
again.
A little bitterly she acknowledges that he probably doesn’t even
remember her. If he did, he most likely hates her now for
leaving him before. She can’t blame him. She hated herself too.
Maybe it’s the familiar smell of his skin she had forgotten
until now, or the pain she knows is coming, but she finds
herself taken back to the last day of her time here so long ago.
Strange how things so small can trigger memories buried so far
down she forgot she even had them.
The smell of late spring rain permeated the air, heavy clouds
moving slowly across the sky to spread their moisture elsewhere.
Mattie sat on the large bowed root breaching the earth’s surface
of their favorite spot, a large Yew tree two miles out of
town. He had asked to meet here there again that evening. This
wasn’t unusual as they met here a few times a week. On this day
though, she wouldn’t be there when he arrived. She had been
waiting patiently, twirling a flower she found on her walk there
between her thumb and index fingers when the light came and
carried her away. Just like that she was tossed into a new era.
Any chance of a happy life again wreaked beyond all hope.
All that is left to do is continue hiding who she is until she
can leave. She may not be able to protect herself from this car
crash that is her life, but she can at least refuse him entry
again. Shifting her feet she stands up straight again, no longer
leaning into Beau’s chest for support. “You can let me go. I’ll
wait out the storm, but as soon as it clears I’m leaving.”
Stepping away from the warmth of his body she gently reaches
down and rubs the top of Max’s head, refusing to make eye
contact with the man across from her. She turns toward the
stairs and thus the bedroom intending to shut herself in for the
duration of this ill timed blizzard she speaks to the blue-tick,
beckoning him. “Come on, Maxie.” A soft yet sad smile almost
reaching her lips as she remembers the nickname she used to call
him. At least he won’t question her, make her hurt them all over
again. It’s the only solace she can find in her crumbled world
that has already been destroyed so many times already.
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Re: Mattie and Beau
By: Tea Date: March 2, 2015, 3:01 pm
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Okay, now we will be current.
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His question does not surprise her. In fact, it's only logical
for someone to wonder why she just showed up in the middle of
the forest, oddly dressed, dirty, and the only person around
being the one person she tried so hard to leave in her past. No
sane explanation would make sense, but the real one makes even
less to someone who hasn't lived it. Her secret has been her
burden for so long. Never able to open up. Never able to live
her life without that piece of herself locked away. Despite
this, she has also never felt a stronger desire to be honest
with anyone than the man sitting across from her. Even when they
were only teenagers, there has always been an aura around Beau
that makes Mattie feel safe. That makes her feel as if she can
trust him with those buried truths. Opening up to him doesn't
just endanger herself, though. If he found out and did keep her
secret, he would be putting himself in danger as well. If he
didn't, she would be chased mercilessly until she time jumps
again.
The question doesn't surprise her. The emotion, the hurt, that
is so visible within those simple words is enough to crumble her
last reserves against her feelings for him. Her last ditch
effort to wall off her emotions to protect herself has failed.
For some unknown reason he has found the faults in her wall and
managed to tear it down with the same ease as blowing down a
house of cards. How is it that this man is able to undo her so
easily? By all accounts it shouldn't be possible. They only had
a season together all those years ago. Such a short amount of
time and yet here she sits, the walls she has built to keep
everyone out, crumbling like sand at high tide.
Her food has lost its flavor, sitting bland in her mouth like a
mass of clay. Forcing it down her throat she sits her fork to
the side once more and stares at her hands now folded neatly in
her lap. What should she do? Should she risk it all and be
honest with him? Or make up some excuse to give him peace of
mind to move forward without her? The noble part of her knows
what should be said. It yells at her to be reasonable. To pull
away. However, there is another part of her pulling at her
consciousness. One she thought had long since withered away. It
begs to let him in; to finally get relief from this heavy
burden. It has been so long. So long since she had real human
connection. So long since she felt any flicker of life through
her veins. Beau did this. Just his presence has kindled the
barest of sparks in her soul once more. It's so fragile and
weak, but it is there. And just like last time, she cannot deny
it.
A warm mass lays across her feet under the table. It's as if Max
is giving her a gentle encouragement. Tell him. As if her hand
has a mind of its own, she finds herself reaching across the
table toward Beau. The feel of the rough but warm skin is so
comforting against her own palm. The heat immediately
transferring from the point of contact to the rest of her being.
All the way down to the tiny spark, flickering just that much
brighter at the touch. Mattie draws a deep breath. This is going
to be hard. How will he react? Will he laugh in her face? Will
he even believe her at all? He very well could write her off as
being crazy, which she wouldn't blame him for. In all the times
she has traveled she has never met anyone else like her. She is
one of a kind, and it is a heavy curse to bear.
"I just want to protect you, Beau.. But you do also deserve the
truth. I have been gone all this time because I had no choice.
I'm not from here. Not this area, and not this time. I.. I know
this sounds crazy, but it's true. I'm not even sure how I ended
up back here because I have no..." Mattie pauses mid sentence. A
familiar and dreaded tingle crawls up her spin and chills her
blood. "No..."
No... No, no no!
A cold fear fills her eyes as they lock with Beau's. It's
happening again. No! Not now, not when she finally finds him
again! Her hand involuntarily squeezes his then starts to pull
away, but it's too late. A blinding light fills the room, so
bright it pierces like daggers into every atom, every inch of
her body. There is not even a moment to speak or to move before
it carries her off into oblivion before depositing her into the
latest hell.
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Soft wet drops splatter on her face as she opens her eyes to
take in her new place. Rain. At least it isn't winter anymore.
The thought barely is able to form before the pain starts. It
sears through her body like a hot iron twisting her insides and
stabbing into her head. With a whimper she rolls over into her
side in the wet ground. The simple movement is enough to send
her head spinning with dizziness. All she can make sense of
around her is the sound of a horse neighing, images of trees,
grass, and some sort of large mass next to her swirling
together. That mass catches her attention even through the pain
and only adds to her confusion. Arms and legs? That dark hair...
Oh gods.. No. Beau!
At the same time realization hits, so does a lung destroying
cough fit. Pain then quickly over takes her thoughts again as
her body exhausts itself as it struggles to handle the jump.
Darkness creeps into her vision to over take her
consciousnesses. Just before she fades completely, her hand
reaches toward the still form of the man next to her. Silently
she offers a prayer that at least for now she will survive. She
has to. For him.
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Re: Mattie and Beau
By: Genevieve Date: March 12, 2015, 7:04 pm
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The silence that followed his question made him feel as though
it would remain unanswered, and that hurt him. But he expected
it, allowing his hurt to be shown through nothing more than a
furrow of his thick brows as he continued to eat, hoping to keep
an air of nonchalance about him. After all, what room did he
have to care about her, right? He was a monster, a broken mind
with no consolation against the darkness that plagued him. It
was only appropriate for him to keep his distance from her
burning light. There was no point in flocking towards her when
all he would do is extinguish her life.
Just as he thought about shutting himself off from her, he was
sucked back in again; drawn to her as if he had magnets in his
blood that were only attracted to the girl sitting before him.
Beau ran her words through his head on a loop, confusion laced
through his furrowed and downturned brows. What she was telling
him was almost surreal – definitely not what he was expecting
her to tell him. But before he could utter a semblance of a
question she said no. The amount of fear and panic that
slithered in and out that one single word made his eyes snap up
to her, his chest tightening with unknown anticipation. Beau’s
lips parted, words just on the tip of his tongue, when she
snapped a hand out and clenched his own in a tight grasp. Now
that worried him even more. What in the hell was happening with
her?
Sea foam green eyes watched as her bright blue ones seemed to
glaze over as if she were staring into a bright light, the sun –
heaven. Perhaps that was wishful thinking, for instead of a
light engulfing him, the lack thereof did. An oblivion so dark
Beau thought he was actually dead. There was only enough time to
think that single thought before he went under, completely numb
to the world around him.
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Though he had never been there, Beau had always imagined hell as
an eternal fire, so hot his skin melted off his very bones. For
some odd reason, he felt… wet. And not the good kind.
A whimper sounds from his left followed by a woof on his right.
Mattie, Max. So there were there with him, but where exactly was
‘with him’? The clomp of hooves and a soft whinny told him it
wasn’t his cottage in the woods.
It was a fit of coughs that urged him to finally open his eyes,
as he was previously content laying there taking in the various
sounds and scents – some of which were completely unpleasant.
Long lashes flutter as Beau forces his eyes open, neck craning
to give him a view of Mattie coughing next to him, her hand
blindly fumbling with his own. Beau hastily grabs it, squeezing
the petite appendage in his large one, eyes trained only on her
now crumpled form. Max barked once more, finally heaving his
doggish body up on all fours and climbing onto Beau’s lap.
And then it hit him, the offending odor of horse shit and dirt.
Beau frantically looks around, his grip on Mattie’s hand only
tightening as a thick layer of confusion wraps him up. It was
like they traveled hundreds of years into the past. They were in
what appeared to be a town, small and humble. Buildings outlined
the road they seemed to be in, thatched roofs and all. It
definitely wasn’t the modern and advanced town he lived near,
rather it was completely medieval.
A man came up on a trotting horse, pulling the mare to a stop
several feet from the fallen group. “Ay. Yeh should’n’ be layin’
in teh mud like t’at. You’ll get derty.” He said in an English
very similar to Beau’s, though his accent was thicker than
Beau’s.
Beau only nodded in response, unable to make himself move
despite Max getting up off of his lap and sniffing curiously at
the horse. The man atop said beast looked down at the man and
woman with confusion, his gaze urging them to get up, taking
their appearance in at the same time. “What’s wrong with yer
girl?” He asked, sliding off the side of the horse and kneeling
next to Beau.
Shaking his head, Beau gave her hand a tender squeeze and ran a
hand over the side of her face, brushing the stray blonde hairs
away. “I don’t know…” The way he trailed off seemed to get his
point across, as blatant as it may be, and the stranger nodded
his head before making his way over to Mattie’s other side and
crouching down next to her, slinging her other arm over his
shoulder.
“Let’s get her up, I’ve a place fer you to stay till she wakes
up.” For some odd reason, Beau found himself nodding and getting
to his feet, unable to distrust the sincere look in the man’s
eyes. Beau got to his feet and immediately picked Mattie up into
his arms bridal style. The man only grinned. “I’m Hadrian. Mary,
meh wife, would ne’er let me into teh house knowin’ I didn’t
help you. Come, she’ll take good care of yer wife – you look
like ye need a drink.”
A grateful Beau nodded his head in thanks, soon after giving his
name as the two set off down the dirt road, a light drizzle of
rain beginning to fall down on them, though Hadrian warned it
looked to be pouring in the near future, something about a smell
in the air that Beau couldn’t identity over the horse shit and
dirt.
In no time they were at a small house just outside the center of
the small town. The second they stepped in it began pouring.
Mary, Hadrian’s wife, bustled over, welcoming her husband home
while greeting Beau and worrying over the unconscious woman in
his arms. She hadn’t even asked his name before ushering him
upstairs to an extra bedroom – which Beau would later learn was
the room their daughter stayed in before she left home to live
with her husband – to lay Mattie down. Max stayed close on
Beau’s heels as he stepped further into the house. After Mattie
was situated on the bed, Beau was then handed a pair of
Hadrian’s dry clothes, his old ones so dirty they ended up
throwing them into the fire. The second he was dressed Hadrian
ushered him into the room with the fire, a room Beau would
normally call the living room, and a mug of drink was pushed in
his hand; very potent. He’d barely finished half of the mug
before he found his eyelids getting heavy. It had to be barely
midday and Beau was drunk off his ass. The hours were spent
talking with Hadrian; sly questions that revealed their setting
without Hadrian getting too suspicious. Hadrian knew very little
about Beau, other than his name of course. He figured it was
best to leave it that way – to answer them only when he got
answers from Mattie.
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Re: Mattie and Beau
By: Tea Date: April 29, 2015, 3:40 pm
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The darkness has a strong hold on Mattie's consciousness. No
dreams, thoughts or awareness can seem to break through the
exhaustion and damage the time jump caused. All while Beau meets
the helpful stranger and the journey to the man's home she lays
limp in Beau's arms; body working hard to heal from the trip
through time itself.
After a long and coma-like sleep, Mattie finally stirs.
Waking to the feel of cloth surrounding her and something -a lot
of somethings- poking her back, she slowly attempts to pull
herself up into a semi-sitting position. The effort is quickly
abandoned however when a wave of dizziness crashes over her.
With bleary eyes she takes in the room she somehow ended up in.
It is dimly lit by a lone candle, it's glow barely reaching the
corners of the small room. Other than the bed and nightstand
there is only a plain chair in the far corner and a wardrobe
along the adjacent wall. How did she get here, and where exactly
is here?
Though her mind is sluggish and a headache currently radiates
through her skull she tries to remember what happened. She was
somewhere familiar, but she can't remember where exactly that
place was. Foggy images and memories drag across her mind. Snow,
the smell of breakfast, the memory of soft fur, strong tan arms
and piercing blue eyes.. Beau! Panic seeps into her spine and
tingles in her skin. She has to find him. How did he come with
her? Is he safe?
Fumbling with the blankets laying over her body she tries to
push herself from the straw filled mattress, ignoring the
forceful dizzy feeling fighting to keep her down. Bare feet
touch worn floorboards as Mattie stands from the bed. In
confusion she notices the lacy white dress she had been wearing
has somehow been replaced by a plain white.. night dress? Where
did these clothes come from? Where the hell is she?
Suddenly the wooden door to her right opens and a strange woman
walks in. "Oh! Yer awake! Goodness child, get back in the bed.
You need rest."
Mattie isn't given the chance to resist the motherly command as
nausea punches her in the stomach and black and purple spots
begin to dance across her vision. Quickly she sinks back onto
the mattress, a hand pressed to her forehead as if to ward away
the ill feeling. The woman bustles over to her side, helping her
to lay back down and then covering her with the blankets once
more. Now you just rest, yer husband is fine and talkin' to my
Hadrian out there. Do yeh remember what happened, dear? A wet
piece of cloth is produced from the bowl the woman carried in
and dabbed across Mattie's forehead. The cool water is soothing
to her head, but the headache does not abate.
Husband? Confusion fills her features. All Mattie remembers
sitting at Beau's kitchen table trying to explain why she left
and her unannounced reappearance, then.. feeling rain and a
strong hand holding hers. Did Beau really make the jump with
her? She didn't think it was possible to bring anyone with her.
Not to mention that she would never want to do that to someone.
If she somehow brought him too.. She has officially ruined his
life as well. "Beau? He's here? I.. I don't know.." At first the
kind woman nods in sympathy. "You caught a fever. Thought I was
gonna lose ya for a bit. No doubt from walkin' in the rain. Best
way to catch ill, that. My name's Mary by the way. My husband
Hadrian found you two on the side of the road and covered in
muck. He's a big softy that one. You've been out for a while
now. Do you think you could eat?"
Still trying to process the information given to her, Mattie
just nods silently to the offer of food. Despite the nausea, her
stomach feels entirely acidic from the lack of eating in however
long. Mary places a reassuring pat on Mattie's shoulder and
turns to leave the room. Before slipping out the door she turns
once more to speak. "I'll let him know yer awake."
Alone once more, Mattie stares up the ceiling.
What has she done?
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