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Maggie Jones (mother_maggie) wrote in haunted_roads,
@ 2008-04-27 18:48:00

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bastian, maggie

Week Six: Wednesday Evening
Who: Maggie and Bastian
When: Wednesday Evening
Where: Maggie's Apartment

It had been the longest two days of her life. A path had been worn through in the carpet of the bedroom. More than a few cups of tea had been left to go cold. Dinner had not been prepared at all let alone with the usual care that Maggie put into her meals. But mostly, her worry showed in the deep lines that were worked into her pale skin. Her nails were bit down, in a habit that she thought she had given up as a girl. Maggie had tried to not let it show though, she didn't want Sophie worrying more than she probably already was. It was a parents job to lessen the worries of a child, no matter their age...

Maggie certainly felt as though she hadn't been accomplishing that job as of late. Far from it.

It didn't matter that Bastian had called the night before to let them know that he was alright, that he hadn't been taken by those that had taken him before. It had only lessened what she felt for a moment. A brief reprieve that he was still alive, but that didn't cover the fact that she knew the reason that he was still gone. The reason had been her...

Maggie glanced up at the clock again, for the hundredth time that evening. Where was he? Was he coming back? She just wanted to talk with him and explain it all to him. Not that it would change the fact that Daren existed, that her relationship with him had... but it was a more complex situation than that and Maggie needed to explain it. What she could.

She'd followed John's advice. Ended it, as she had always planned to but had been unable to do before the damage had already been done. But that only clearly illustrated the problem with not telling the entire truth. And she hated herself for not following her better judgment and saying it all to begin with. But there was nothing to be done for that now. Just waiting... waiting for him to come back and to try and rectify the situation.

As long as he was alright. She could live with whatever else happened. He'd said he was... but she just needed to see him to know that was the truth.

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better_days
2008-05-04 11:48 pm UTC (link)

Bastian shouldn't have been surprised by the reality of what had been going on in his absence. He knew to be prepared for it. He knew it was possible. He'd been gone too long, life had to continue on. But to find out like he had was what shocked him. Having it near thrown in his face rather then hearing it from the one person that could have made him understand. It was too much for Bastian to take...once he was gone he couldn't turn back around again.

Not that night at least.

His movements were blind; he didn't care where he went or who saw him. He moved in a haze, walking until the sun made him take shelter. Angry as he was he couldn't not call them. A brief message to his father was all that was given before he collapsed for the day. Laying to a dank hotel room bed. Laying there with his mind racing and his chest aching. Hunger burned at his senses, making that anger that much more difficult to handle. By the time night fell again the hotel room was trashed. A physical sign of all the anger buried inside of him.

He left again the moment the sun left the sky. Seeking out a meal no matter how it made his stomach turn. He knew he couldn't return to them like this. He'd snap...he'd be how he didn't wish to be. He had to gain back some bit of control...no matter how fleeting. No matter how false. Bastian knew he had none right now. His life wasn't in his own hands and nothing was the same. Nothing. Not even the women he'd thought he knew so well. By time changed everyone. It changed everything.

Hours after nightfall he made himself go back to the towers. He couldn't call the place home. He wouldn't. None of the rooms here were home for him. Familiar objects and people...but Bastian didn't feel like he had place in any of it. Through the lobby he walked, taking the elevator up. He paused before her door, standing before it...he could feel the beat of her heart on the other side. The way her steps hit the ground as she went back and forth. The feel of her was nearly overwhelming just where he stood...

Bastian was tempted to just walk away. To go to his fathers instead, deny the need to face this. To face her. But he knew if he knocked upon his fathers door that he'd just shoo him back here where he stood right now. He'd give him that look and tell him to get to it already. No Bastian knew he needed to just enter…face this head on. But he didn’t even know what to say to her. He didn’t know what to think…or to feel right now.

In a way he only felt numb now. So much had happened, so much still was. He couldn’t be happy she’d lived her life without him. Maybe it was selfish; maybe it put him in the wrong. But he couldn’t be alright with it right now. The idea of another loving her…touching her…. The fact that she hadn’t told him. There were secrets he’d kept yes, secrets he had need to speak. But it was not a hidden lover that still believed everything alright. What he didn’t speak was not because he wanted to keep it from her but because he knew it wasn’t so easy to believe. She wasn’t going to suddenly run into his vampire self.

If he was wrong then he was. It didn’t change the way he’d felt. Now he just refused to let himself feel anything at all. Likely he looked as numb as he felt.

Using the key he’d been given but somehow didn’t feel right in having, he opened the door. Slowly walking in.

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mother_maggie
2008-05-06 03:20 am UTC (link)

Maggie knew he had every reason to be upset. Every reason under the sun to discover that she had in fact been seeing someone else in the years of his absence in the way he had... not from her lips but from Daren's well placed gift. It had been the very last way she'd wanted him to learn that piece of her past. It left out all too many details, details that completed the picture that was so very empty with all that he'd seen.

But she'd had some foolishly noble idea that it would be better to end it all with Daren before laying the truth of the situation out to him. It hadn't seemed so foolish at the time. In fact it had seemed the only real route. The only way she could make some sense of it all. But... it hadn't worked that way. Daren had been gone, in and out of town on business or so she had assumed from the scant knowledge she did actually have. Hindsight told her now though that telling him with or without Daren's knowledge.

Hindsight was always frustrating like that.

It was all she could think about now. What she should have done, coupled with the fear of what was to come. Where was Bastian? Was he alright? When was he coming back? Was he? That final thought was kept tucked to the back of her mind. Though as the night wore on, the hours ticked by and her worry mounted, it nagged more. It was late and Maggie knew that she should get some rest. She was scheduled to work the next day though the prospect of a sick day was gaining ground.

Maggie tightened the knot she had been tying and re-tying on her robe, her bare feet padding across the carpeted floor as she headed toward the kitchen. Some tea before she turned in. That was all. The sound of a key in the lock froze her in her steps. Her fingers curled around the collar of the robe as she forced her feet to keep moving.

"Bastian?" She asked into the silence. God that overwhelming silence.