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Tweak says, "Daddy is Meryl Streep."

solong (heartache) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-04-28 04:12:00

Entry tags:

!complete, day 05, merope gaunt, rorschach

Who: Merope & Rorschach
Where: The Clock Tower where she is staying.
When: Day 5
Why: She's being unhealthy and dumb, lol.

Merope was curled in a small ball, her body had been cramping since she came back from that one day. The girl sighed and tensed up her small body, her hand rubbing her lower stomach with equally cold hand. At this point she was moaning and groaning, but she thought she heard the sound of someone coming, her eyes looked up and she painfully shifted her small frame and got onto her hands and knees.

The girl was easily frightened, she moved her lithe frame backwards and hid beneath a table where the darkness crept back by shuffling her feet and her heart started to race.

Gosh, she was scared. Being alone was so awful for her, she thought it might have been someone who killed that woman. If her weakened heart pounded so loud, if it weren't in her chest, she thought someone might have heard it.

"...No." She frowned.

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heartache
2009-04-28 04:01 am UTC (link)

Her heart was racing, breathing was quickened due to how nervous she was. Each heavy thud made her feel faint in her chest, but she finally was revealed and opened. The girl was so afraid, so cramped that she just stared at him,"...I'm scared." Merope pressed her hands against the floor and whined.

"I'm hurting." She frowned, crawling out and using the table to pull herself up and sit on top of it. "A-Are you warm?" She frowned, remembering that he had such warmth without wearing much clothing. Merope lowered her head, feeling awful that she had to even ask him for anything. Merope lowered her hand to her lower stomach,"...It hurts." She frowned.

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walters_journal
2009-04-28 11:00 pm UTC (link)

Rorschach stared for a moment. She was complaining about pain. He knew that women had lots of different pains, related to their child-bearing parts, but he honestly tried not to think about it too much. It made him feel uneasy and dirty to think too much about what women had under their aprons.

"Am warm," Rorschach said, shortly but obligingly, offering Merope a stiff arm to help her up. "Need... doctor?" As he often did, Rorschach paused before saying the last word in his sentence. It was often the only way people could even tell that he was asking a question in his characteristic gruff monotone.

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heartache
2009-04-28 11:11 pm UTC (link)

Merope was such the coward, she couldn't manage to ask someone to help her other than Rorschach. When he offered his arm, she pulled him closer so it was against her stomach. The heat of his forearm there felt unbelievable, the frigid temperatures had even effected her clothing to a degree. "I don't know, don't leave me." She frowned, using him as her personal hot water bottle for the moment.

"Please, don't be mad." She innocently raised her free cold hand to his own and offered it a squeeze. "...Why are you so good to me? I don't deserve it." She bit down on her lip, her hesitant pain-ridden breathing had finally slowed after a while.

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walters_journal
2009-04-29 01:12 am UTC (link)

Rorschach would have found it odd that Merope attributed her desire for his help to cowardice; usually, people were afraid to ask him for help. He was an intimidating, gruff, ugly little man who typically had nothing but a rigid assurance that Armageddon was approaching if someone so much as said "hello" to him.

He paused, frowning, allowing his arm to remain against Merope's stomach. How could a girl get so cold and still be alive? "Won't leave." he reached over to the armchair, grabbing a woven blanket and wrapping it around Merope's shoulders. In Rorschach's opinion, women were whores... but Merope was too young and fragile and frightened to be either. She was nothing like them, and even Rorschach could find nothing to hate about her.

"Are feeling better? Or need doctor?" Rorschach asked, frowning, ignoring her question.

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heartache
2009-04-29 02:26 am UTC (link)

The blanket came to her, she swallowed quite hard but easily shifted pulling him closer. Slowly, she slipped off the table and moved to get closer and closer to him, her small arms wrapping around his probably tense body. "...I feel better, so much better." Merope hid her face into his top, finally relaxing her arms and shoulder.

"Will you stay with me?" She frowned, her fingers clutching the fabric against his shirt.

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walters_journal
2009-05-01 05:42 pm UTC (link)

Rorschach's body was, indeed, tense, and not just because of the cold. He was never this close to women.

"Will stay. Have nowhere else to go, most likely," Rorschach answered bluntly, sitting for a moment and allowing himself to be embraced by Merope. He didn't have a problem with physical contact, like many antisocial people, but he seldom received it due to the way he smelled and the way he snapped and put others off.

"How long? And... are sure you don't need doctor?"

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	heartache 2009-05-02 01:13 am UTC (link)
	The way he tensed, she couldn't remove her arms from him. Merope tilted her head up, innocent eyes directing up at him, her chin resting on his stomach. "....Rorschach? Why do you like me?" She moved gently, her hands rubbing his back gently. "....I might.." She frowned. "Oh, I'm so lonely.." Merope heaved a sigh. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	walters_journal 2009-05-02 08:29 am UTC (link)
	"Like you because you're quiet. Not a whore. Agree with me." There were other, unsaid reasons. You tolerate me. You seem to like me, for what reason I can't quite fathom. You enjoy my presence, somehow. "But should get doctor, if sick, or hurt. Are not... hurt..." Rorschach frowned, wondering if she'd been hiding an injury. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

heartache
2009-05-02 01:51 pm UTC (link)

There were many reasons why Rorschach made her feel accepted, it might have been his attention or the fact that he found her special. Granted, he'd been the only one that found her special at all, she took another deep sigh and brushed her cheek against his abdomen. "...I..was already looked at by the Doctor, I don't know if it is just me. I don't know if it's normal, I don't want to bother anyone with it..." Merope sighed.

"...I..I'm always tired, I'm in a lot of pain." Merope moved her hand to gesture to her breasts and her lower body. "Is it bad that I hope I never leave this place?" She raised her eyes to him slightly, one blue and one green eyes kept on him.

"I don't like it, it is much better than what I had where I came from, that's all." After talking so much she got quiet again, it looked like she might smile at him but it was defeated before it came to her face. At the moment, she was happy that Rorschach would stay with her.

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walters_journal
2009-05-03 12:02 am UTC (link)

Rorschach recoiled slightly when Merope gestured towards her feminine curves. She didn't have many, but that almost made the ones she did possess seem more threatening by comparison.

"Not bad thing to hope. Maybe what you left worse," Rorschach said, characteristically short, but not unkindly. "Think that you need doctor. Don't know about women parts, myself."

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heartache
2009-05-03 12:36 am UTC (link)

When he recoiled, she frowned,"You are mad at me?" The look she offered him was disappointment, she pulled her arms from him and crossed her arms over her chest. "Please....don't pull away...-- I-I...didn't mean to upset you." Merope shook her head, punishing herself for upsetting him.

"You are the only person to ever care for me, Rorschach." She whined as she lifted herself onto the table so her legs hung off. "P-Please come back.." She opened her arms a little for him.

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walters_journal
2009-05-04 05:28 pm UTC (link)

"Not mad at you," Rorschach assured Merope, glad that she'd asked. It meant that his opinion was still the authority. "Not upset. Not easily upset by you. Don't worry so much." He fixed the "pulling away" situation by allowing Merope to draw him slightly closer.

"Not only person," Rorschach said gruffly, not saying that he did care for Merope, but definitely not denying it. Glancing down at her knees and the way her legs hung off the table, he seemed to get a little bit uncomfortable.

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heartache
2009-05-04 08:34 pm UTC (link)

Merope did worry about what his opinion meant, what it would end up with if she were to upset him. When he finally came closer, she tugged him so her legs were on each side of him. She released a gentle, soft sigh when they were close again, clearing enjoying this more than anything else. Just as he responded,"No, I'm sure. You are the only one."

"I know, I can see." Her slender, delicate hands clutched his top and hid her face in his chest.

"...Rorschach?" She mumbled.

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walters_journal
2009-05-05 03:23 pm UTC (link)

This was clearly not something Rorschach was used to. Though he experienced a lot of that, with Merope. The girl seemed so starved for affection, like Rorschach... but, unlike Rorschach, she craved it.

It baffled him that she wanted him so close to her. He was Rorschach... he was not a man who submitted to such base urges. He prided himself on it.

"What?" He mumbled, tugging backward slightly. Merope was holding him too tightly for him to pull away completely.

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heartache
2009-05-05 03:40 pm UTC (link)

Merope was breathing easily, she felt so pathetic, depending on him as she did. Moving her head a little, she set straight so she could find his heart beat inside of his muscle toned chest. "Why are you sad?" She raised her mismatched eyes in his direction briefly before moving her head back to it's original position.

While she had been with Tom Riddle, her beautiful Tom, he did not love her and left her in the end. Merope was to never find someone to care enough for her to give her the will to live, but he had as he didn't seem to get very mad at her or yell. Even rejection seemed unlikely.

That was her biggest deal; he didn't push her away or make her feel like she was burden or weird.

Finding little fault, she continued lightly rubbing his back, not for anything more than to be affectionate. She expected nothing back from him, but he allowed her to cling as much as she wished.

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walters_journal
2009-05-05 08:29 pm UTC (link)

Rorschach was sad for many reasons. Not that he enjoyed talking about any of them, because it only intensified his feelings of anger and resentment.

"Am not sad. Only feel angry about the way whores and degenerates have stake in world I protect," he said self-righteously. It felt strange to whine to someone... but there was a difference between whining to a psychiatrist and whining to a girl with her legs opened to him. "Work hard. Thankless, difficult job. Never rest. Sad for that reason."

Had Rorschach just admitted that he had feelings? Yes... it would appear that he had. In hindsight, it made him very bitter, but a young girl was hugging him so tightly and so supportively... his own mother had never held him like that.

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heartache
2009-05-05 11:09 pm UTC (link)

Merope listened to the sound of his heart beat, she leaned her head back when he stated how his feelings worked and what upset him. She leaned back a little and released his clothing and her hands moved onto his forearms, her fingers gently touching them until she reached his hands. "Thank you for a job well done. --Has anyone ever...touched you?" Merope looked at him, her left hand taking his right and she held his wrist.

Pursing her lips, she moved slowly, so he wouldn't jerk back from her being too quick. Merope easily shifted so her head tilted down and rested her cheek against his palm,"...You are a good man, I feel so safe with you."

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walters_journal
2009-05-05 11:29 pm UTC (link)

Thank you for a job well done.

It was something Rorschach hadn't heard in years. It didn't even matter what it was for, at this point. Whether Merope was trying to thank him on behalf of all the people he had saved from criminals, because of what he had done for her and her simple needs, or because he'd done a good job expressing himself just now.

"Are welcome." he puzzled for a second about being "touched". Of course he had been... though most of the contact he received was in combat.

In response to the supremely kind complement, Rorschach only mumbled, "Was right. You are not a whore."

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heartache
2009-05-06 12:40 am UTC (link)

Merope had such a love to give and had never been allowed, until now, to offer it and someone take it for what it was. She didn't mind showing him what he wanted to see or hear, so she moved a little and lifted her left hand to easily slip and interlace with his right one, then his left. "....Everyone thinks you are so cold, Rorschach, but you are not..." She rubbed her cheek against the top-side of his hands for a second.

"You are so warm. It is okay to do this, if you like it." Merope bit down on her lip for a moment, moving a little and she gave a very slight, slow smile. She did not grin at him, only a brief smile.

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walters_journal
2009-05-06 01:27 am UTC (link)

Rorschach stiffened again, unable to fully process that he wasn't "cold". The truth was, he was cold. Years of bitter cynicism had made him that way.

"Don't mind it," he allowed, "But shouldn't become a whore for me." He stared at their interwoven fingers, the corner of his mouth twitching upward in a forced, unpracticed expression that didn't reach his eyes.

He was trying to smile.

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heartache
2009-05-06 02:04 am UTC (link)

Merope preferred slow, loving movements that showed true support for him if he should need it. His words, admitting that he might have liked it gently,"...I..." Merope pursed her lips, her thoughts had begun to get to her. She thought of her father, her brother and how it crippled her.

She felt a familiar sensation in her nose, then up into her eyes and her cheeks turned red. It wasn't something he said or did, it was her and she couldn't face him. Merope breathed gently, after a few, given moments she had felt tears running down her cheeks.

"..Tell me this is alright." her words trembled, finger pulling his in to her collarbone. Merope grew quiet.

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