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Post by Quinn Katarina Carney on Feb 26, 2013 0:32:50 GMT -5
Quinn had felt it that morning, the snap in the back of her brain. She knew what had triggered it. It had been seeing his face in the paper, watching him smile menacingly as the Minister fell to his death. Watching as he held people at knife point against their will. It had terrified her. It hadn’t been the man she had begun to fall in love with. Quinn couldn’t believe that Nic was two different people when she was with him, the horrifying images of him taunted her at night. She would close her eyes when he was with her and the images would surface. Her brain couldn’t decide if he was good or if he was dangerous. Once night, while on the couch, she had even gained the courage to ask him if she was safe with him, if he would protect her. Quinn couldn’t handle it. And Bridget could. She had always been able to handle what Quinn couldn’t. And that morning she had made her first appearance in months. The usual red lipstick was applied to lips, however instead of clothing that covered up her body, she was dressed in next to nothing. Her dress was short and tight, her heels strappy and her smirk teasing. It was obvious who was in the body. Bridget had spent the entire morning trying to gather herself together before she left to Knockturn Alley. Her heels clicked on the ground as the men eyed her up and down. They recognized this woman and they knew exactly who she was, it wasn’t long until one of them ran down to the bar, surely announcing her arrival. She had attempted to look her best when she went to the bar, she had missed Valentine’s Day and she was expecting to make it up that night. When she entered the dim bar, however, her eyes focused on one man in particular and she walked closer to him. ”Nicholas Livingston. Oh…wow. You. Look. Like. Shit. Missing someone? Did poor little Quinn leave you after she saw just how big and bad you were? Ignored your knocks on her door? Your letters? Poor thing, you must be heartbroken.” She pouted her red lips at him as she slid across the table from him, her foot running tauntingly up and down his leg. ”Karma’s a bitch, ain’t it, Livingston? Well, I guess you’re lucky that I’m here and more than willing to take you back.” She smirked mischievously at him, batting her eyes mockingly at him. Outfit
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Post by nic on Feb 26, 2013 4:36:13 GMT -5
Nicholas had never felt for someone, the way he felt for Quinn. He had cared for Bridget, not love, just cared. But he was falling for Quinn. Her goodness was what was keeping him from falling over the edge, of becoming like Liam. Completely crazy in the bid for darkness. He had seen the fear in her eyes after the pictures of him in the Ministry surfaced. he had seen the one person, well, there were more than one, but the most important person to him look at him like he was a monster. He couldn't believe when she had asked if he'd protect her, as if there was a possibility he wouldn't.
Now she was gone. He had scared her away and he was left alone. The one thing he had keeping him from sinking, his lifeline was gone. He didn't know what to do. Everything had been going so right for them and now everything had gone wrong. He hadn't gone back to the mansion, not wanting to face Liam, however nice he may be to him now. He didn't want another job because he knew that if he let himself, he'd fall over the edge and sink into the black hole which was already trying to suck him in.
He sat in the Gypsies Tavern, a fire whiskey in his hands and his cloak pulled up though the light shone so people would recognise him. He could apparate out of the building as soon as anyone who wanted to arrest him arrived. In fact he wasn't sure he would stop them. In Azkaban he would be safe. He would never have to see the look in Quinn's eye and he would never have to fall in to darkness. But he knew he couldn't do that. Liam would find him, break him out. There was no doubt about that.
People came and went and he just sat there, drinking his fire whiskey. He had been doing this for a long time, not sleeping, going from bar to bar, drinking. He must look like shit. He needed to sort out what he was going to do, go back to Quinn though every time he'd tried she had ignored him. Now he was stuck alone, he wasn't going to force his way in to her life. She was too pure and innocent for that. He sighed and looked down at the table, finishing the glass off with a slam before hearing a voice and his head snapping up to look at Bridget.
His eyes narrowed as he took in Quinn's beautiful, pure body though in his mind, he couldn't even see her as Bridget. He had adapted so well that it was almost like they were twins and Quinn was still somewhere else, hating him. He looked at her red lips as she spoke. She was taunting him. His eyes narrowed. Did she want payback for the fact he had never nearly loved her like he did with Quinn. She slid across from him and he felt her foot against his leg.
"Bridget, it's been a while. I'm not going to say I've missed you, I'd be lying. I've been with better company." He snapped. He didn't really mean to offend her and truthfully he had missed Bridget. Quinn was sweet and pure but sometimes he wanted that dark edge that Bridger had. And he missed the sex, he couldn't deny that one. "What brings you out? And why on Earth are you here bothering me? Don't you have men to be sleeping with?" He says, finding it herd to look at her face, the same eyes which had looked at him in fear.
He walked to the bar and ordered another drink, looking over at the table, seeing Bridget still there he sighed and ordered an extra. He walked back over and slid one of the drinks towards her. He was slightly worried that Bridget sat before him. Quinn had gone so long without falling into the wicked witch of the west and yet there she sat, in front of him. He did another shot of the alcohol as he met her eyes, not afraid of her and not ashamed either. "Who said that I would go back to you? I'm not going to use you so I can have her body." He hissed, the alcohol affecting him a lot more than he realised.
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Post by Quinn Katarina Carney on Feb 26, 2013 5:32:57 GMT -5
When Nic said he didn't miss her, her eyes narrowed at him. "Ouch. Harsh. You think Quinny would enjoy you being so rude? I mean, being rude is what got me here in the first place, didn't it?" She pulled up her dress and leaned back in the booth, watching him with careful eyes. What had she expected to get from this conversation? It seemed as if Nic still hated her.
She could feel what he had with Quinn, it was there right in the back of her mind. It was as though they were meant for each other. Quinn hadn't been afraid of Nicholas himself, but of his actions. She couldn't watch him do bad when he was so sweet to her, she couldn't let him touch her with the hands that had killed someone else, she couldn't kiss him good-bye not knowing if she would see him the next day what with all the Aurors about. The thoughts were fuzzy and it hurt Bridget's head to bring them forward, but they were there. And damn did it feel as though someone poured alcohol all over her heart.
But she kept her calm facade when she was with Nic. He wouldn't know about the things she was feeling from Quinn. Damn it. Did simply being the man let Quinn through? This was ridiculous. Mentally, Bridget pushed Quinn's thoughts back, created a barrier between the two of them so she wouldn't feel the snap. She wasn't giving up her time here so easily. "How polite of you to be thinking of my sex life, I'm flattered." She put her hand to her chest, "No really I am." She rolled her eyes and then leaned forward. She'd be damned if he didn't notice her bodily features in this dress, hell, she had dressed nice partially for him.
"I wasn't offering you sex so you could close your eyes and pretend I'm Quinn. God. I think I would be sick and besides, sex just ruined when they call out someone else's name. I was just doing you a favor, see, I didn't think you'd want Quinn's body touching anyone else's. Let alone someone else penetrating her body now that you two are so...close." Quinn downed the alcohol in a heartbeat, closing her eyes at the familiar burn. It had been far too long since her body has last drank, it would be hard to keep herself together tonight. Did Quinn not drink? How did she not drink? That was stupid. Her eyes met Nic's again and she smirked at him, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
"Short, clevage-bearing dresses just don't do it for you anymore, do they? I thought you were never into the 'innocence' look. I guess things have changed." Bridget slid from the booth and put her hands on her hips. "Obviously you dont have any catching up in mind, so, I'll go spend my belated Valentine's day with someone else."
She took the last shot of his drink and put the cup back on the table. "Oh. And thanks for the drink," she winked at him and walked to the first attractive man she eyed. Bridget promptly sat herself on his lap and began to converse with him. Quinn was fighting to come back, but for now she was gone. And Bridget intended to keep it that way. Forever.
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Post by nic on Feb 26, 2013 5:53:24 GMT -5
As Nic sat back down, bringing the drinks he watched Bridget with narrow, cold eyes. She couldn't be trusted. She was here to manipulate him, ruin him. The last time he had seen her, he had thought they were a thing, come to her house only to find Quinn. He had left her, ruined her and now she could have her payback because Quinn had left him. It was a screwed up situation that no-one else would understand. However he couldn't keep his eyes off Bridget. They looked down her body, the way the dress clung to her. He pictured her naked, something he never did with Quinn and remembered they way they had moved as one mass.
She started talking and his eyes snapped back to hers, his concentration back on their conversation. He was trying his hardest not to get turned on by her. He hadn't realised how long it had bee and now with her in front of him, with memories being brought forward and alcohol tainting his system. Then the words she spoke completely made him forget about sex as his eyes narrowed even further, anger marring his features. The thought made him want to kill, in fact he would kill if he ever found someone else touching her. Bridget was wanting his exact reaction, it was obvious by the way she spoke and timed her words.
She was here and she was manipulating him. She obviously wanted to sleep with him and the sad part was he would do it, if only so no one else touched her. She was a dark temptress. The worst part that he wanted it deep down. He wanted the rough, hot, wild sex with Bridget. Something he could never do with Quinn. Even if they ever had sex, it wouldn't be wild, it would be love-making, soft and gentle because she was too pure for anything else. He eyed up Bridget as she downed her drink then smiled at him. She was playing him and she had him right where she wanted him.
"Don't you dare." He said in a dangerously low voice.
She seemed to ignore him however as she spoke, talking about how she didn't excite him. Oh if only she knew. Even without the alcohol she would probably have the same effect. Then she moved and stood, his fists clenched on the table as he waited for her next move. She downed his drink and he said nothing, not rising to that, still waiting. She then winked and she was gone. His eyes never left her, raking up and down her body until she was sitting on some guys lap. Rage filled him and he turned to the table, his fists turning white.
He knew he had to go over there. He couldn't just sit here. If he didn't go over, Bridget would have sex with that man to spite him but if he did go over, she had won. Would he really let some man have sex with Quinn's body just to keep his pride. No. He wouldn't. He stood and stalked over, pulling his hood back so everyone could see who he was if they hadn't already noticed. His face was very well known by now, especially in these parts. He reached Bridget and wrapped a hand around her arm, roughly pulling her up. He glared at the man who sunk back, looking pathetic in his fear.
He then apparated on the spot to his old home. He had never taken anyone here. He hadn't been back since he'd first left. The dust had accumulated but all his furniture was still there. It meant that the team hadn't burnt it down. That was a bonus. He turned to Bridget, his face a mask of anger. How dare she use him this way. How dare she blackmail him.
"I hate you." He snapped before grabbing her face roughly and kissing it was so much built up passion and anger, pushing her into a wall and trapping her between his body and the surface.
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Post by Quinn Katarina Carney on Feb 26, 2013 6:22:09 GMT -5
Bridget knew exactly what she was doing to Nic. She knew the weaknesses of every man and when it came to women, well, they just couldn't say no to a damsel in a tight dress. She watched his reactions carefully and he certainly wasn't happy with her words, that was for sure. The thought brought a smirk to her face. When his anger peaked at his statement, she cocked an eyebrow, "Oooh. Did I make you upset? Did I go too far? I'm sorry. But, just think, you've been the only one touching her for weeks. Now, that privilege is gone. Time to give it to someone else. Sharing is caring, you know."
When she got up to leave, he threatened her and that just added fuel to the fire. He didn't want anyone else to have sex with her let alone lay a finger on her. It made her all the more determined to make him watch as she seduced another man. She could only hope it added as much pain to him as he had to her. He had broken her heart, and now she wanted to break his. When she had gotten to the man, she could see Nic looking at her from the corner of her eye. A smirk was on her lips as she put her hand on the back of the man's neck and brought his lips to hers in a firey kiss.
When he wrapped his arms around her, she could only grin internally. Nic was going to be pissed, just like she had wanted. However, she wouldn't have dreamed that he would have walked over and grabbed her. When he grasped her arm she smirked at him, "Oooh. You know I love it when you play rough." She teased him before winking at the other man, "We'll continue this some other time."
Then she was whisked away into some dirty, dusty house. However, with Nic's body pressed up against hers, it was hard to concentrate on anything else. "Missed you too, Nic," she winked before he kissed her. When she pulled away, she licked her lips, "I bet you never kiss Quinn like that."
Her hands tossed off the silly clock they wore and slowly made their way beneath his shirt, "Someone got a little jealous, didn't they? Poor baby. Didn't like the idea of another man touching your Quinn's body? So many others already have before you." Bridget loved this, adding fuel to his fire. It was going to enrage him, and the sex would be that must better.
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Post by nic on Feb 26, 2013 6:33:40 GMT -5
Nicholas was furious. Outraged. How dare Bridget make out with another man in front of him. That body belonged to him, no matter who was controlling it. It was so fucked up that in his mind they were two people yet sharing the same body. He had truly succumbed to the fact there were two personalities inside one body. He had never thought it would be possible for him to think that way but now it just came naturally. This wasn't Quinn and when he looked at Bridget, he couldn't even see the similarities between the two. They were just so different.
So as he kissed her, pushing her in to the wall, not caring if it hurt or not. He wasn't even thinking of Quinn. Was he cheating? Did this count? It was the same body, but he would never treat Quinn this way. No, this was reserved for Bridget, the only woman who could play him better than he could play her. As he greedily claimed her lips, he felt a moan escape him because this was something he had been craving without even knowing it. She pulled away and spoke and he narrowed his eyes.
"Shut up." He hissed.
He didn't want to hear Quinn's name, he didn't want her to constantly compare them. He was sure Bridget knew exactly what he'd been like with Quinn. It would be the reason why she was so angry at him. It was a strange way of showing off anger, by forcing him to have sex with her. He could do it easily, he didn't connect her and Quinn in his mind so he wouldn't be having sex with Quinn, even if it was the same body. She spoke again and he growled out in anger, raising and hand to hold the base of her neck threateningly. It wasn't high enough to be choking her, just in the right place so she could take it as a threat.
"They had sex with you Bridget. Not Quinn. Quinn is kind, beautiful and pure. Something you'll never be. Who could want someone so used." He spat out, trying to make her feel the pain she was trying to inflict. If she was going to make him angry, he was going to try do the same. He knew her weakness, he knew what to say to hurt her. "Who would want someone who isn't even real." He whispered, knowing it was probably the worst thing he could say. The sexual between them was rising and this was only fueling him on.
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Post by Quinn Katarina Carney on Feb 26, 2013 7:07:02 GMT -5
Nic snapped at her to shut up and Bridget stared at him. "You really think I'll listen to you? Why be quiet? You're a major turn on when you're angry," she purred to him, pressing herself right up against him. "I mean, you realize you're cheating on your 'beloved' Quinn? I bet she she won't even let you get to second base, will she? Must be hard. Having her all covered up and she won't even let you cop a feel. It's probably because she doesn't care for you, I mean, she did leave you after all. She got as far from you as possible."
Bridget taunted him, knowing that she was hitting all the right points. She hated what he had with Quinn, she hated it because he was hers first. Hell, Quinn was too innocent for him. She was too much to handle, with all of her mental illnesses and her pure judgement. Bridget had claimed Nic first. He. Was. Hers. She brought her lips to his in a heated kiss, wrapping her leg around him before they were apart again. His hand was on her throat and she narrowed her eyes, "You really wanna do that? Threaten to choke me? I could just Apperate of here right now and fuck the first guy I see."
Then Nic tried to hit her back with his words and she froze. They hurt. His words, because she knew they were the truth. If anyone could choose, it would always be Quinn over her. Always. No one wanted her. They only wanted her for her body, which at first belonged to Quinn. Bridget just showed it off. She refused to show the hurt his words caused her, that was until he whispered that she wasn't real. She looked up at him, her eyes glistening with unshod tears. "Fuck you," she hissed to him, "if I'm not real, why are you trying to get in my dress? Why sleep with a figment of imagination?"
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Post by nic on Feb 26, 2013 7:33:13 GMT -5
Nic glared at Bridget. He wasn't cheating, technically. No, in his mind he was sleeping with a different person. Literally, he wasn't cheating but technically, to him and to both the girls, he was. It made no sense and it was confusing as fuck but it was the truth. He was sleeping with someone other than Quinn. It wasn't enough to stop him though. He was too angry and too turned on now. She spoke about how frigid Quinn was and he didn't deny it. It was true after all. Well, half of it. She would probably let him, he had just never made the move. She was too pure for him to taint.
Then she threatened to leave and he smirked at that one because he knew she wouldn't. She wanted this, right here with him. She didn't want anything else. That made Nic realise that not only had he hurt her and she wanted revenge but she still cared for him. She still wanted him. Not just for sex like he had thought. She still had feelings for him. The pain in her eyes when he shot insults back only backed him up. If he didn't mean anything to her she wouldn't care. And for some, absolutely fucked up reason, he felt bad for saying it and wanted to comfort her.
"I'm not trying to get in your dress. You're trying to get me there." He said, his voice now softer, calmer.
The realisation had shocked him in numerous ways. His drunken brain was no confused on too many levels. Trurthfully, he'd never stopped caring for Bridget but it was easy to push those thoughts away when her body was right next to him the entire time. It was almost like she had never left. But now, face to face with her, not just her body. It had made him angry because technically, he cared for two different girls. He could just never be accused of cheating because they shared a body. He wondered what they would think, to him wanting both of them. They could never fight about it, they would be hitting themselves.
Nic moved his hand up, almost going to the choke hold but his gesture was gentle and his hand curved away at the last second to run along the side of her neck up to hold the side of her head underneath her ear. A much kinder gesture than he would have thought he'd do. He looked at Bridget, in confusion. He was lost and drunk as he looked into the face he had stared at so many times before.
"Why are you doing this Bridget? Why find me? Why not roam free with the control you've long missed. Why would you waste it one someone you hate?" Though really it was a trick question because he had already figured out that she didn't hate him.
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Post by Quinn Katarina Carney on Feb 27, 2013 0:02:14 GMT -5
Bridget rolled her eyes when Nic said she was trying to get him to have sex with her. Well duh, of course she was. But it wasn’t like she was forcing him. She had been happily content with the man at the bar, it was him that had gotten all possessive over her body. She raised an eyebrow at him and she pursed her lips, ”Well. Then I guess if you don’t want me then I will go right on back to that other man. Don’t make it sound like I’m holding you here against your will, Livingston.” She told him.
When he moved his hand up on her neck, she thought he was going to choke her. Kill her right then and there. But then his dear Quinn would be gone as well. But when he simply cupped her face, she looked at him in confusion. Her eyes were still wet with her unshed tears from his previous insults. She couldn’t meet his gaze when he spoke to her again. Suddenly, she didn’t want to be here anymore. Being turned on and upset were not a good combination.
”I don’t hate you. I hate what you did to me. I hate that the way I feel about you, you feel about Quinn. That you could live without me, but if she died, your world would fall into ruins. When I disappeared, you shacked up with little Quinny. When she disappeared, you drank yourself into a stupor. I hate you for not loving me, damn it. I hate you so much. I could kill you for it. I could kill her for it.”
Bridget finally met his eyes, a look of defeat deep within them, ”I hate that everything you say about me is right. I hate it all.”
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Post by nic on Feb 27, 2013 4:50:31 GMT -5
Nic felt strangely calm as he stood there drunk, his hand cupping Bridget's face, the other resting on the fall so he didn't lean all his weight on her. He felt like he was in control again because he was. He hated not being in control. He had taken her down a notch since she had thought she had him around her finger. She had been gone so long it seemed that she had forgotten she would never win against him. She had accepted it once. She would need to accept it again. She didn't even meet his eyes as he spoke.
Then she seemed to respond and he got exactly what he wanted. He stood there, not moving away as she spoke and he realised just how bad she had it. She loved him. He hadn't realised she loved him. No, he had known. That was why he had fled when he found out about Quinn, because he had been scared about how complicated his feelings would get if he let them go further with Bridget. He couldn't corrupt the poor girl with a personality that hadn't been born in to the body. She spat out her hate at him and he felt guilty. Incredibly guilty because although he had tricked himself into thinking he didn't care for her that much he had.
"Do you think I would have bothered to get to know Quinn if I hadn't been craving you Bridget? Don't forget I knew her first, it was your body she was in to my eyes. It wasn't me wanting her, it was me wanting you. Then I got to know her and she's just so innocent, so naive against the horrors of the world. She because the anchor holding me here, not letting me fall into the darkness Bridget. You know how close I am more than she does." He spoke truthfully, the alcohol not letting him hide anything.
"When you left, I found Quinn but now that she's gone I've chased both of you away. That is why I'm drinking." He spoke before he lent forward and kissed her gently before pushing away, letting go of her and taking a few steps back. "I'm sorry I hurt you."
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Post by Quinn Katarina Carney on Feb 28, 2013 1:44:42 GMT -5
Bridget's heart ached. Her memory was fresh, as it always would be because of the hyperthymesia. She would always be able to recall the moment that Nic had rejected her, she would remember groveling for him to stay, to blurting out that she loved him. What had he done? He had thrown it back in her face. He told her she wasn't real, that she could never love. He hadn't even told her if he every truly cared about her.
He was drunk. That was the only reason why he was sharing this. And his words only made her angrier, "You weren't craving me! You were craving sex! If you wanted me, you would have never sent me away. You would have told me you loved me! You would have kissed me and told me that you felt the same! You would have done something other than insult me. You broke my heart, Livingston."
Her eyes narrowed when he went on about Quinn, "So young and innocent turns you on now? It just makes you so goddamn horny that you would fuck her right then and there? I thought you had liked me because I was anything but that. Obviously, we don't understand each other anymore." When he said Quinn was his anchor, she rolled her eyes, "Wow, Nic. I didn't realize how great she was. Keeping you from the darkness? Good deal it did when you helped slaughter the Minister, eh? But I'm glad you're happy. I'm glad she keep you from "the edge." When's the wedding? Or are you two married already? Who wouldn't marry a saint like Quinn?"
"You're drinking because you're a miserable, lonely, egotistical asshole? Oh, I pity you. It must be so hard, pushing away the woman you cared about and the woman you gave you sex." He kissed her and she felt herself melt against him, as much as she hated the feeling. Then he apologized and her anger flared, "No. Don't you dare try that. We both know you want nothing from me."
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Post by nic on Feb 28, 2013 6:31:08 GMT -5
Nic stood there and listened to what she had to say. She didn't really take anything he said as the truth it was. Instead she morphed it, like all woman do. Bridget was really the irrational one of the two. Quinn would have listened to him, she would have melted by now. Not that that was necessarily a good thing but at least she wouldn't go off spurting nonsense. Bridget had no idea what Nic thought or felt. He had never given her enough indication so he fond it humorous that she suddenly felt that she knew him better than he knew himself.
"Stop talking Bridget. You know nothing of what you're saying. Firstly, if you went through what I went through, finding out the girl I cared for, was falling for, was actually someone's personality disorder! Do you understand how that can fuck with my mind? I came to your house to find a completely different person inside the same body and I had loved and held. That is not fucking okay Bridget! We could never have been a couple when at any minute you could turn in to this woman I don't know!" He hissed at her. Finally letting out the hurt he had felt, the confusion. He might be drunk now but he had had time to think about what happened.
"Oh shut up and stop being pathetic. I haven't slept with her Bridget! I don't know if you know that or not but I wasn't with her for the sex! I didn't use her for her body! I didn't use her for your body! I used her to be with your body, not just so I could have sex with you. Don't be such a fool." He said as if speaking to some young teenager who was complaining about their life. It wasn't until she started having a go at him about being dark that he started to get really angry. He glared at her, the darkness in him welling up as his power started to radiate from him. The windows started to rattle slightly.
"Bridget I'm warning you. Stop it now before you make me do something I regret. I don't want to fight with you. I don't want to discuss Quinn with you. I want you to realise that I cared for you, not just sex. I care for Quinn because yes, she is different from you. That doesn't mean she's better. Stop acting like a child. I know I hurt you, I understand that but it was too much for me to handle and giving the situation that isn't something you can keep against me!" He snapped before relaxing slightly, turning away and blinking to calm himself as the windows stopped moving.
"Bridget. I will not crawl at your feet and beg for your forgiveness. I will not tell you you're better than Quinn or that I care for you more or that I love you. Because none of those are true. That doesn't mean that it is for Quinn either. If you don't want to see me then walk away. I'm sorry that I've been suck a dick. I'm sorry that I've grown to care for Quinn. I still care for you and I don't know if that's wrong or right because this situation is beyond fucked. But I care for you. I can't help it, I can't change it. I am sorry, whether you believe me or not. If you want to leave, go now. I can't promise I won't pursue Quinn." He warned, because he did care for both. Just because one gave up on him didn't mean he would give up on the other.
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Post by Quinn Katarina Carney on Feb 28, 2013 23:17:46 GMT -5
Bridget couldn't believe anything that Nic was saying. Suddenly he had let her know that he had cared for her, that he may have even been falling for her. And then he found out about Quinn. Quinn. Quinn ruined everything, she always ruined everything! Bridget's hatred for her other personality filled her brain, it was never easy. Who knew how long Bridget would be in her body? And she had to live knowing as soon as she was gone, little Quinn would go back to Nic and they would be one big happy family.
Her apologized to her and her eyes filled up with years. He was falling for Quinn, much harder than he had for her. Quinn was falling for him as well, she was sure. Bridge looked up at him, "If she came back, right now, would you try to explain to her?" A tear rolled down her cheek and Bridget laughed pathetically at herself. "I didn't think it would hurt this much to hear the man I loved say the cared for both of the personalities in a body. It's like you're telling me you care for some other woman completely."
Bridget bit down on her lip, staring straight into his piercing blue eyes. "And there's nothing I could do to only make you want me? Me and me only? Nothing?" She cast her glance away from him, "You wouldn't let me go. Because you couldn't stand the thought of me and another man. Or Quinn and another man. You wouldn't let me walk out that door."
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Post by nic on Mar 3, 2013 18:08:51 GMT -5
Nic was starting to figure out this fucked up situation in his head. Maybe it was just because he was drunk that he could finally make sense of it and maybe when he sobered up the clarity would be gone again but for now. He realised what would have to happen. He watched as Bridget cried in front of him. He listened to her ask if he would explain to Quinn and he nodded because he would. He would explain to her exactly what he had told Bridget. Maybe that was another thing that would happen just because he was drunk but he couldn't help that. He would tell her the truth.
He watched as she laughed and he felt bad, he truly did that it hurt her so much to hear him talk about Quinn. To her it was a completely different woman because she knew it wasn't physical. She probably wouldn't mind if the only reason he cared for Quinn was because of a physical attraction because that would mean he cared for her as well. But because it was based on personality it would hurt because they were so different. It still made sense to him in his mind, it was all clicking together. The more she spoke, the more he understood.
It was her last little comment that made him so sure that he was right. He waited for her to finish with a sad smile on his face. Everything she said was right. He couldn't stand the thought of either of them with another man. It wasn't just because it was one body. Deep down he was surprised he was being so open about this but in his drunken, emotional state he really felt like with Bridget, he had nothing to lose.
"I've figured it out Bridget. You want me to yourself, you don't want to share but think about it. No-one, me or any other person, could ever be with just one of you. It wouldn't work. And there is no way if somehow, someone managed to get their head around that, that the other personality would ever be able to date because that man would not share that body. You need one person for both of you otherwise neither of you will ever be able to find love. Don't you see? Any man would react like I did, they would run when they found out the woman they cared for had someone else sharing their body. I know it might not be ideal and you might not want it, but you need someone who is going love whoever stares back at them whenever they open their eyes in the morning." He said, wondering where all this heart felt emotion came from. Maybe both the girls had a good effect on him. He stared at Bridget's upset, tear-streaked face and sighed.
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Post by Quinn Katarina Carney on Apr 1, 2013 1:40:51 GMT -5
Bridget listened to Nic's rant, she wiped her eyes with her finger, smearing her make-up all the while. Great. Now she looked like a mess. She hated crying, it made her feel vulnerable. She closed her eyes as he spoke, the tears still dribbling down her cheeks as her red lips quivered. Her breath was shaky and she opened her brown eyes to look at the man she had fallen so desperately in love with, "You're right. I'm selfish. I want you all to myself but is that wrong of me? To want something that's mine and only mine? I've always had to share with Bridget, sure, she has her own things but I never have mine. Is it so bad just to want you for me and only me? Is it so bad just for me to just want to hear you say 'I love you,' and know its only for me?"
She took another deep, shaky breath when he said she needed someone to love whomever she was in the morning. Her eyes stared into his bright blue eyes and she rested her hands gently against his chest, she could feel his heart beat beneath her palms and she blinked as another tear rolled down her cheek. "And you want that to be you? You want to love whomever I am in the morning be it me or Quinn or someone else? You're willing to put up with inconsistency for as long as we would be together?"
She stared at her hands as she rested her head against the wall. "She's been going to therapy. To merge us and anyone else who might pop up. To get rid of me for good. What if its successful? What if suddenly one day it's just Quinn and there's only hints of me there? If suddenly one day I'm gone forever? I don't want to love you in fear that I may have to leave you, Nic..." her voice broke as she spoke.
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