I've been thinking about writing to you for a while. A friend told me at one point it would help, since I'll never get the opportunity to speak with you again. I don't know if they think it'll provide closure - it won't. But I think in some way they're right. In some way it's a method for me to pay some respect to you, maybe.
I miss you. I miss you a whole lot. You were gone way before I could've been ready for something like this; but lately, I've been figuring out that you're never really ready for anything. Things happen, and you navigate them to the best of your ability, or not, and then more things happen. I wish I could tell you all the stupid things I've done over the last six months and laugh about them with you. I wish I could see the soul in your eyes embrace mine, because it never mattered how much I fucked up. Shits been real wild since you've been gone. I've gotten some experiences (and am still experiencing things) that not even most of my friends have. It's real strange because I think we've had this idea that I was too small or too stuck in this little place to go through some of these things - but here we are. I've never wanted to leave this place more, but you beat me to the punch. I'm still planning on moving after all this blows over, I wish you could see it happen. I'll probably write to you again then, too. I thought about writing this under my writing blog, I know you were one of like 5 people who would read my stuff, but it felt too personal. I've been figuring shit out, probably owe you a big thanks, but I'd like to believe a lot of it has been on my own. I've found a group here that's like family, and I know leaving that is going to be hard too. Maybe I'll be better at keeping in touch by then. Maybe I should be writing to them like I'm writing to you now. Not maybe. Definitely. You know I've always valued memories and sentiment more than money or ego, and that's truer now than ever. I'm struggling financially more than I ever have but I think you'd be proud to know I've sold some art finally and I'll be an artist of the month at that local book store we liked. Selling originals and paintings. I'm going to put whatever I make from that towards a tattoo machine. Ian and I have been practicing with his. Passions are high, stagnant routines are low. My heart is lower. But I'll be damned if you didn't fill it up first. I guess that's what makes anything sink, eh? Too full of anything and you'll drown with it. Did you feel that way too? I wish I could've known how you were feeling and doing before you left. I wish you could tell me what to expect from here on out, but you and I both know that's not something I need. I love you so much, thanks for showing me all you did, you clairvoyant bastard. I'll see you on the flip side.
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Awake Chapter 92 Five Months Later
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Over the next five months, Samuel and Solomon process from walking to running. They start to talk, learning to say mommy, daddy, uncle, and aunt ( a term used for all their female and male relatives) grandpa and pappy, and of course, no.
Their hair grows out to the middle of their necks. They each have their own distinct personality. Samuel is outgoing, very active while Solomon is more solemn, more thoughtful.
They also develop their own secret language. Jake and Bella have caught them, sitting in their own cribs, babbling back and forth, pausing and responding to each other, having a conversation.
“It is to be expected with twins,” Carlisle tells them when they bring it up at their year checkup, “they spent their first nine months together and they have no other playmate that is close in age.”
“Well,” Jake replies, “we are going to try to fix that situation real soon.”
“Okay, then I need to see Bella for a check up soon as you are about to start trying again.”
“Right,” Bella shakes her head, “they are two weeks away from being one.”
“Yes, come in the next day or so and we will do a complete physical.”
“Okay.”
“As for the boys, they are perfectly healthy, advanced physically, as you we’ll know, but mentally too.”
“Really? That is way cool.” Their daddy says.
“Yes, you guys are doing a great job with them.”
“Thanks Carlisle.” Bella says with a big grin.
None of them are aware that Edward has been listening on the other side of the door and that he is know aware that they are planning on trying for another baby. He slips away and heads upstairs, not speaking to any of his siblings.
“So, I will see you tomorrow, Bella?”
“Yes, thanks Carlisle for everything.”
They take the hands of their sons and head out the door.”
“Something is wrong with Edward.” Jasper reports.
“What do you mean?”
“He walked right past us without a word about ten minutes ago. I feel a deep depression coming off him.”
“Where did he go?” Carlisle sighs, having a feeling about what has happened.
“Up in his room.”
“How long have you known?” Edward asks without turning when Carlisle arrives at his door.
“Six months.”
“Six months,” he turns now, “you have known for six months that they are planning on another child and didn’t tell me?”
“I had hoped she would change her mind.”
“But she didn’t? She is planning on having another baby with him.”
Carlisle sighs again. “Edward, I know it is hard but he is her husband.”
“Yes, her husband. But, he was only to be her husband for the boys, a temporary situation, until they are adults. If she is planning on having another baby with him, it isn’t to be temporary!” His anger and hurt come out as a scream. At realizing it, he takes a deep breath and apologizes to his father.
“It is okay, Edward I know you’re hurting. I wish I could change that. You really need to talk to Bella.”
“Yes, I guess I do. Not that it will make a difference.”
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happy pride month. here are my pride hcs LOLLLL
(just in case
ceroba - she/her, bi, trans, demiromantic/demisexual
martlet - they/she, asexual, lesbian, demigirl
starlo - he/she/they, trans, genderfluid, aroace
clover - they/them, nonbinary)
here’s additional stuff lmao
(just in case pt 2.
axis - he/it, rainbow lmao
chujin - he/she, unlabeled, trans
dalv - he/him, gay
integrity - they/them, nonbinary (technically canon to my whole canon interpretation with lucile and all but whatever)
kanako - she/her)
mifht do more. i don’t know. this was for sillies lmao
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Your previous post about three Fatihs was great. ❤
Torrhen Stark: I have no reason to worry. Aegon said he would never take a third wife.
》After a while《
Lady Stark: She returns with a bloated belly and three Conquerors at her side.
Torrhen Stark collapses to the ground clutching his heart.
Will the conquerors marry Lady Stark without wasting time? I think the invitation to Dragonstone is a trap. Besides, even if Lady Stark stole it, no one could do anything. Nobody wants to get burned in the fire.
Torrhen thinks it's strange but doesn't think much else of it and let's her go to dragonstone and she goes willingly! excited to be somewhere new and then suddenly two months later, torrhen just gets the news that she's married to all three of them and he falls ill.
it is definitely a trap, all three of them know what they're doing. rhaenys arranges for the chamber in between hers and aegons to be set up as her bedroom and it's so funny cause she's all like "if you feel lonely you can come visit me!" while both aegon and visenya are just side eyeing her.
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