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Tweak says, "Schitts Creek"

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
2009-05-04 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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