#CONVOS: NURALIYE

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where: homestead, cremia ranch. when: idk random night. 

It was no secret that seduction wasn’t one of Haerin’s strongest suits; hailing from a realm of harefooted debauchery where pushes and pulls for a quick fuck had once been the sole language she had ever known, for nectar to flow seamlessly off her lips proved to be more-or-less a catechism of its own. She could exude charm in her own hilly, rough-hewn ways, but it was an acquired taste for most — at times, akin to tonight, actions deciphered her intents better. There wasn’t anything necessarily exceptional behind the occurrence other than her sudden urge to surprise her wife, although the scheme had been written far few days in the past and it was only now that the opportune for it had come into the surface. It had been one of the less bustled evenings, where the orders at the bakery had gone rather mundane and they had returned home to half-asleep half-pints lounging around their newly-brought furball, too fatigued, perhaps, after acquainting themselves further with the addition to the family. After the two had bathed to conclude their day and consumed their dinners, the blonde excused herself to the bathroom to change — permitting the small plan in motion. There was a short-lived ruffling about, an accidental knock to their toothpaste, before she slunk her way back into the bedroom; coated in an oversized white button-up that reached her bare thighs in lieu of her usual pajamas, lidded honey-brown hues observed the belle while they, she supposed, were preparing to shrink into bed.  “Hey,” the rasp-tainted voice drifted out, positioning her palms on their waist and settling a kiss on the back of their neck. Somewhat experienced digits massaged their skin, before full tiers landed on their shoulder. “How tired are you tonight?” She questioned, while unclasping a few buttons on the lower part of her shirt. “I got somethin’,” Haerin murmured with a lopsided, reserved smile, before turning them around gently and then leading their hands beneath her top. There were the usual bumps of her scarred flesh, then followed by something a bit different — a line of lingerie, black, adorned in lace and fitting enough to swell up some of her often concealed assets. “I bought these a few days ago, though I wanted to give you a lil’ surprise one’a these nights, let you get a good look and touch, maybe.” Finally stripping off the rest of the buttons, the racy undergarment came into view, briefly curtained by disheveled golden waves. “Does it look pretty enough, love?” She leaned in to kiss their jawline. “Or do you not like it?”

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where: homestead, cremia ranch. when: may 3rd.

One could argue that Haerin might be a plenty of things, but a good liar was not necessarily one of them — stealth had, infact, often been easier for the former thief than a cord of gibberish prattle to yank their ass out of the perimeter. If they were to defend themself, it would be easy to simply admit that tricking an experienced huntress would be almost implausible in spite of their own know-hows. Therefore, perhaps the mounting cogitation that they would ultimately denude their scheme wasn’t all that astonishing today. With that being said, the blonde was still far from succumbing, not when they had done their utmost effort for the anniversary — they were aware that the belle wasn’t big on extravagance and presents, but after witnessing the gleaming elation in their eyes upon landing on a certain breed of creature a little while ago, Haerin had begun to ruminate of ways to possibly make it stay. There shouldn’t be anything wrong with having another addition, particularly now that the one-eyed, cantankerous old sport cat was no longer around, and the children would likely be delighted to welcome another pet. After concluding their dinner outing for the celebration, they had excused themself out of the other’s embrace on the couch, reasoning that they had forgotten their, er, hot pack outside ( see, couldn’t fake shit to save their life. ) Minutes passed, and soon enough they trekked their path back into the homestead with something very much alive in their arms. The blanketed black pug shifted when Haerin lowered themself, a soft whimper fleeing out of it. “Thought Charlie and Wilbur could use an extra friend.”  A petite, lopsided smile wrought their lips. “He’s a rescue, still young, one of his paws is smaller and not working as well as the rest, but a damn trooper still. I think the kids would enjoy having him around too, yeah? Wanna say hi to the lil’ guy?”  

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[ location: carnival fairgrounds, the burning moth. ]

The dashing beams of the carnival were still partially alien to the brunette. With that being said, ever since the clamber to her recovery, she’d been viewing these spectacles with a gradually dissimilar scope than what it had been prior. Sure, it might have been far from sunshine and rainbows, but there was a stark difference in even the measliest things around her. How these attractions emerged, for instance, when she wasn’t entirely hurling in anguish and forlorn need to combat it with those clogged pills. It looked particularly so when she recalled that tonight, she and her spouse had decided to venture on a date of their own and Heather was no longer all here solely because she desired to behave as if her bodily functions weren’t turning to shit. It had been quite a while since the pair had shared a moment with just the two of them and though by the end of the eve they would need to return to their motherly responsibilities right away, it would be as sanative, the former boxer ruminated, to cherish this occasion and resusicitate the intimacy again after everything that had unfurled. Purchasing a cup of blueberry smoothie for herself and one honey lemonade for her wife, she meandered over to where the southern belle was and nudged their elbow with the foamy cup-holder. There was a brief hint of sheepish nervousness in her eyes, the curl of her gentler smile, hoping she hadn’t become too rusty or her confusion she had towards the place wouldn’t turn things too inept ( Her gunslinger outfit, minus the hat, was donned to incite some sort of humorous baddasery but so far, it had only made her almost trip twice. ) “Thought I’d get you something to help rejuvenate — and roast, I know this lemonade ain’t shit compared to what you make.” She joked, leaning down to kiss their cheek, then playfully stealing the other’s hat to put it on her own head. “You find anything that you’d like to play or ride yet, angel?” she questioned, before proposing, similar to when they had been naught but young adolescents sneaking around their mansion, “or can I just steal you for a leisurely stroll and a dance in the moonlight? The performances should be starting soon.” 

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📱 - jug jug wow ❤

Ana: Hey, who took the rake from the barn?? You weren’t chasing people around with it again, were you? We need customers, you know.

Ana: I suppose I could start charging that paranormal crew by the minute if they’re still loitering about, but you’d think the snow would scare them off.

Ana: Spring will be coming soon though, soo exciting!! We need to start hiring some seasonal hands to have extra help with the cattle. xoxo That’s your cue, Captain Fuzzybear.

Ana: I left the gravy on the stove. Make sure to stir it!! 💋

Heather: uh. uhhhhhhhhh.

Heather: i was using it to scratch my humongous badonkadonk donkey-kong?

Heather: ... okay okay, fine, i was using it to scare off some kids, but wouldn't you be tempted to do it if a half-pint just showed up at the barn and start calling you mad-eye moody and her lambs?

Heather: if it's any consolation, boss, they ain't scared at all. on the contrary i might have become a spectacle. might be a good way to add extra income though. i could be be the one-eyed swamp lady.

Heather: you coming back to work soon right? i can take care of the ranch. could also kidnap those conspiracy theorists and make them work for the cattle. maybe kinda sorta a bit gonna miss you a ton.

Heather: speaking of, still up for the vacation?

Heather: noted, thanks, gorgeous. can i cook something for you tonight? just thought i'd lessen the load and you know. cheese you up a bit.

Heather: dumplings. i don't fuck up those things. can I?

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[ January 1st, 2021, after New Year’s Eve party - hospital. ]

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It was one thing to wake up with garbled wires to the brain followed by a discombobulation that could make one feel like a stomped peanut, and another when doing it was also accompanied by the sensation of numbness on one half of their face. Those were the words to construe what the brunette had been feeling ever since she lost consciouness at that — party, of sorts, a fragment she had yet to recall in the entirety, for all the ruckus that had ensued — devouring with partially muddled state when she was later told the austere damage to her right eye and the high odds of her no longer being able to grasp its vision anymore. It had been hours since, the morning dusk whirling into another evening and whilst she was able to comprehend more about the situation, it was still taking awhile for her to fully assess what it meant to her bodily functions. Refusing to discuss more about yet another surgery in the meanwhile, she chose to remain in her room while the rest of her wounds were recovering, solely accepting family members to glimpse inside, mostly her spouse to check in with their children at home every now and then, as well as the injuries that the redhead might have received. Pressure bandage wrapped from her forehead down to her non-functioning eye, she sat on the side of her bed, back against the door as the windows flaunted the mystifying town — sirens continued to echo in the distance and she grit her teeth, age-old ire brewing upon the reminders of the event, the perils that place could bring. She was relieved to know Anabelle was dealt with less gruesome turns of events, but how long would it take before the hazard continued to lap and spread their territories? ( and you’re becoming more and more broken too — one decaying screw, grasping those cracked pieces from falling apart ) Her lull was interrupted when the door opened, and Heather stiffened slightly, struggling to address who it was with just a tilt with her blind side, so she had to turn, had to look without anything to see for a moment too long. “Ana?” She paused, analyzing the footsteps, any possible hints that it was in fact her wife. “Hey. Did you check on the kids? Come sit here. They said I could go home soon once my bruises are all healed up.” She waited then, until she heard and felt a plop on the cushion, smell the redhead’s fragrance. The brunette turned to the other side, seemingly looking for something else, a rustle of plastic bag sounded and then she slipped out a posy of peonies; she had a present at home, prepared days ago before the cataclysm, but she knew that her spouse much preferred less sour circumstances when it came to her birthday. Still she wanted to offer a small gesture in the meantime. “Someone from the shop came to visit earlier so I thought I could request somethin’ extra to bring while we were at it. Happy birthday, darling.” 

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& FLASHBACK , 2017

The fine distinction between alright and horrid days had always been muddled for the blonde’s cognizance. It had all started out so well: a weekend date after turning up at her girlfriend’s workplace and taking her on a ride to a quaint dine-out on the outskirts of the town, the only transitory sense of anxiety she had tasted was when she’d poised infront of her mirror, debating the thinner piece underneath that bulk of leather jacket that had become her trademark. Throughout the occurrence she hadn’t taken much notice of the trembles running through digits, ruminating — oh, it was just the cold, when it was time for them to supposedly slink out for the night, the reticent four year old drowsing into slumber in the apartment’s other room, bleak but cozy, and yet they had decided to farther it by stumbling into the bedroom with the guard’s palms running across the dancer’s hips and grasping a fistful of her dress. The back of her ankles collided against the bed as she stumbled backwards, ultimately claiming the lower position as she took of the rest of the garments, olive flesh and inked back springing into display. It was all going well, until a hand, or hands — her own, or Anabelle’s, she couldn’t tell, pressed a little too hard around her neck in the midst of the heated exchange. She should have known — really, should have recognized it was one of those days where her body would consume that contact in a lacerating state. Ragged breaths turning from sensuous to heavy, and she closed her eyes only to see the emergence an entirely different figure, her hands clasped around her throat and closing in and in and her torso suddenly felt as if it were being bathed in dirt. Germs, all over skin that made her want to peel it apart, until it bled, until all of it left her bones so she could stop the abrupt filth that she was drenched in. Until her body was no longer hers, until she could stop feeling dirty, until she could stop feeling that figure’s hands and the only way she could do that was to bruise herself, to rip out — “Wait, Ana,” she gasped, not realizing she had become statued for a few seconds, clutching her lover’s arms, as if to both to halt and hold onto her. “Stop — stop, stop for a second, please.” Coarsed voice brimmed on bristled tongue and she searched for familiar grey hues — and they were there but the hands on her skin weren’t hers still. “I need a moment — I need,” unable to form full sentences, she slipped from underneath her, crawling to sit on the edge of the bed with her wrist pressed against her forehead. Blueberry pancakes. Grab a bite, Alcott — it’s your first meal after —  you make one move and I’ll slit open your throat.  “I’m sorry, I can’t — I can’t do it right now. I’m sorry.” She spoke, her eyes defeated and half-lidded, staring at the ground, shamed. “It’s not, it’s not you. It’s — my head. You should... You can go to bed first if you want. I’ll be fine.” 

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With fresh additions in the family as well as a different residence to navigate around this year, decorating felt a pinch dewier — a cord of gurgling and wailing intervening every once in a while as the pair rotated about to put up the ornaments for Halloween, one that wasn’t riddled with as many gruesome terrors resembling what had been occuring outside their homestead ( she had ripped off the omnious pictures when they emerged, tearing them to pieces and looking over her shoulder ever since, glaring at any motion that could possibly endanger them ) and preparing for ingredients and meal to be sent over to their in-laws’ places for their own celebration. The day had passed by quick, with her caring for the parts her spouse hadn’t concluded whenever she had to depart and vice versa until it was only the two of them with the sun setting hours ago and the children had settled into their respective cushions. There was still a string of tasks to wrap up but the blonde had perched herself in the living room, whereas her wife was, she deduced, still in the kitchen performing whatever magic she could pull to beautify the meal and remind the former guard why she had been crowned in the first place. Heather’s fingers were still fidgeting along her knife, careful as to not cause the blade to flip on its ass with her trembling palm as she carved the remaining pumpkins that they had left. The activity was quaint, enough to divert the constant tension which had been pounding over her case lately, though paranoia remained to consume her seconds — dreading the fright that someone could erupt in and drag them into absolute peril. It was pleasant, too, to be able to have a tranquil moment with her family like this; though she was certain that the twins’ cries would lacerate the air again soon. Dressed in the red plaid that she hadn’t returned to Cyrek yet and a pair of sweatpants, she put down one of the last few pumpkins she had finished, the blonde trudged to her feet, ambling over to where Anabelle stood, pecking her temple as she passed by. “Hey, darlin’. How are things over here? Y’need any help?” She stood next to her, tossing pumpkin peels into the bin. “I’m almost done with the carving, just need to add some extra color. You wanna join me for that once you’re finished? Don’t need to be Picasso or nothin’, but I could use a hand in coloring some because Kita’s been wantin’ to have a couple of fancy ones.” 

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“Sam, I’m going to pass my ass out.”

“Your ass going to be fine. Stop being so dramatic.”

One-half of the brides for the night was absolutely certain her younger sister would’ve smacked her in the forehead if it had not been the fact that she had already been dolled up for the sacred occasion and she was only seconds away from walking down the aisle to meet her loved one, absolutely certain that she would appear even more ridiculous, breath-stolen and stunned, when it was time to face her and cite the vows she had spent nights practicing for when everyone else in her small family had given up to the lure of slumber. She could feel her nerves perking up, battling urges to chew on her lower lip and ruin her whole make-up. All of this still tasted like a dream, like the first time she had done it with her then-redheaded belle, like the first time she had promised she would return to build that damn treehouse, the first time she had felt her thumb down her scarred cheek in the midst of tiresome eves and drunken confessions, or the night she had sworn before the grave of her former mentor’s, her wife’s late boyfriend, that she would care for her with everything that she had, as awfully flawed as her everything was, piled by the fact that her pregnancy was amplifying her emotions all over, a storm that cycled within chest. She was nerve-racked, blissful in several ways, and tearful, for once in a long time she was unable --- and refuse to --- hide the cataclysm of feelings behind an aloof front. There was a small wish that her mother could have been around to witness all of this, place a hand on her bare shoulder and tell her that everything would be fine, don’t be scared little shizi, she’s waiting for you, but deep past the forlorn cells of her brain, she realized the support of her bridesmaids, groomsman and best man alike, would keep her afloat still and she knew the moment she caught the iron specks of the raven-haired one’s, all those infernos would swirl down into a vast ocean --- deliquescing ragged torso like it had always had. She was grateful for that notion, simmering on the forefront of her mind as she clutched on, not crushed, her brother-in-law arm and was led towards where the officiant stood. The rustic fashion of the ceremony was a flavor that the pair shared, and in spite of the audience, it was beyond satisfactory and she could only hope her spouse would bask it all in as much as she did.  Breath hitched when she finally saw her, a murmured oh god she’s so beautiful subconsciously left her lips, and she found her mouth twitching, awaiting for her with a trembling smile.

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Insomnia came and went, at times it surfaced in an opaque daze with eyelids that grew heavy, and then there were those moments where she would feel entirely awake and restless; no matter how many pills she had downed earlier or how warm the presence of her loved one was. Just a part of the Post-Traumatic Experience, or whatever fancy acronym her psychologist had given it, part of her. The brunette was experiencing the latter one, slowly and carefully sliding her wife’s arm down so she could sit on the bed, rubbing the bridge of her nose in slight exhaustion. Shit. She might need to arrange another appointment. Deciding it would best to kill some time while she was in this state without waking the blonde, she scooted aside slightly, pulling one of the all scattered books from her drawer. Grabbing her glasses, she rubbed her eyes once more before she put them on -- opening the pages. The title itself was pretty flagrant, Girlfriends’ Guide to Pregnancy, and embarrassing, but damnit, if they went ahead with this - she wanted to at least learn. Feeling a shuffle next to her, Heather stiffened her shoulders, flush then emerging in the dim light. She hadn’t told her she’d bought the book. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” she spoke, her voice hoarse but tender, followed by a wry smile, “go back to sleep, darling.”

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