InsaneJournal

Tweak says, "Are we there yet?"

CHAMBERS, samara b. (tracelines) wrote in pandorarpg,
@ 2011-12-18 16:02:00

Entry tags:

!status: complete, ^date: november 07 2003, character: elijah chambers, character: samara capper

Characters: Elijah Chambers & Samara Chambers
Setting: Chambers home, 7 November 2003, 10:12pm
Rating: R, for adult themes & language
Summary: Eli has been keeping secrets of his own.

It was certainly not every day that Chambers household was this quiet. In some small miracle, Samara's brother Benji had offered to watch Jason for the night which meant that they had the entire house to themselves; it was a rarity upon which she planned to indulge properly because the chances of it happening again anytime soon were rather slim.

Since these nightmares had started Samara had felt nothing but wound up, constantly on edge around her son and even around Eli but now that Jase was out of the house she felt like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders and maybe she should have asked for this sooner. Maybe all she needed was to get away from him for a little while, because she was always so worried that she was going to hurt him like she hurt the child in the nightmare. Drawing and painting didn't seem to ease the stress enough anymore and she had started smoking just within the last week and while that seemed to help some, it never was enough.

But here, now, with Jase gone with his uncle she felt light and for the first time she wasn't so sodding worried. She wanted to live and she had her husband with her which meant she certainly could find some way to enjoy the night more than just not having to watch her son. She knew that things had been tense lately, for all of them, so maybe this is just what they needed. They had already finished tea (more take-away) and she had no idea what Eli was actually doing but that obviously didn't matter. She tracked him down and ignoring whatever he had going on, sat herself down on his lap and smiled slyly at him. "Hi there."

(Read comments) - (Post a new comment)

skittish
2011-12-20 10:29 pm UTC (link)

Samara might not have been as smart as he was, but she certainly could keep up. Looking back, he would have realized it was foolish that she wouldn't know what that mark was - not when she had one of her own and a number of people saw fit to go on about them. Although really the only thought he had then was 'why now?'

Eli scrubbed his face his body felt like a pile of knots pulled in the wrong direction. This was not he wanted. "In the finest of sense, I didn't keep anything from you - you simply never inquired if I was having any sort of similar experiences and there was no need to share any findings before they were somewhat more conclusive."

It wasn't the first time that Eli had kept secrets from Samara and it wouldn't be the last. It was just the less common version where those secrets directly effected the two of them.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

tracelines
2011-12-20 11:05 pm UTC (link)

"Oh!" Samara's face twisted in anger. That answer was all it took to bring her frustration bubbling to the surface. She pointed at her husband with narrowed eyes. "Don't you spout that psychological bullshite at me, Elijah. This isn't one of your research projects. It's been a sodding week now, there is absolutely no reason why you shouldn't have told me this."

She sat down in his desk chair - or rather fell into it, as she was still shaking though it could have been from anger now - and looked over at him. "What are yours about?" she asked sternly. To be quite honest she didn't really want to know, but because he had not told her she felt like she had to know now.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

skittish
2011-12-21 01:34 am UTC (link)

Only this was very much one his research projects, just not so much in the official capacity. "Are we honestly going to have this conversation now?" With him standing naked, still wanting other things. Except he didn't really need to ask the question. He already knew the answer, which was why he reached for his shorts. Eli pulled them back on and sat back in his chair watching her, thoughts of beautiful desk sex becoming more and more distant.

He let her question go unanswered for a moment. Eli was tempted make the remark and honest observation that she needed to spice a bit more spices to properly flavor things, except he knew that was not the sort of answer she would want to hear, even somewhat jokingly. "Well, seeing as you're on a roll tonight, what do you wager my 'dreams' are about?"

(Reply to this) (Parent)

(Read comments) -