Post by Sin on Oct 15, 2014 2:15:08 GMT -6
He was careful as he worked around the kitchen he wasn’t as quiet as Bishop but he wasn’t a bull in a china shop either. Which made it water to hear the squeaky spring of the couch. He took step back to see Nero’s eyes open. They darted around, processing where she was until her eyes met his.
“Hey there.” He grabbed the glass of water he had just pored for himself and brought it into the living room. He sat it down in front of her on the long wooden coffee table. She didn’t say anything at first, she just stared at him and he couldn’t even begin to imagine what was going on in her mind.
“It’s good to see you’re alive.” He wasn’t going to push her to talk if she wasn’t up to it. So he returned, slowly, to the kitchen. Nearly making the entry way when her soft and weak voice spoke.
“Thanks.”
“No problem Nero. Hungry?” He had no clue when the last time she had eaten was…he didn’t know shit about anything that happened that day. He was told that Bishop had sped off during a service, needless to say he hadn’t answered any of Sin’s calls that day either. But Sin was the first person called and the only one to know of Nero’s return to nurturing arms…And the on one trusted with her.
“Yes.” With the afterthought ‘As long as you cook better than Remmi.’ Remmi…Someone who had been quiet for far too long.
He was already making Mac N Cheese. No hating- It was easy, simple, and most importantly, it was quiet. Sleep was something he assumed she needed.
“Is he…”
“Wrestling? Yeah, tonight’s the PPV.”
“Did you have a match?”
“No, even if I did I’d still be here.” He grabbed both bowls and returned to the living room. Setting them both down quickly when he noticed Nero struggling to sit up. “Maybe you should still be sleeping.”
“I want to watch it.”
He was caught off guard at the sudden change in her as she managed to sit up without his assistance.
“Do you really think that’s a good idea?”
“I want to see it end William.”
He had to admit, he wanted to see it end too…but a fear of the unknown lurked in his mind. What if Michael won? In more ways than one …Bishop may walk away victorious but at what cost? He watched Nero as he turned the television on, thinking about the danger for her if Michael was victorious. But the silver lining in his fears was the girl he was focused on right now. His faith in her to keep Garrett from becoming Michael was as strong as his faith in The Lord.
“We’ll watch in, but only if you eat something.”
She agreed by reaching out of the blanket for her bowl, Sin catching the first of many injuries. Cuts ranging up her arm going through under her sleeves. Her wrist was darker than his skin with scabbed wounds where the restraints rubbed and tore the skin away. No wonder she was having problems sitting up…It’s a miracle she’s alive.
“Sit back.” His tone was more a request, less a demand, as he picked up the bowl and handed in to her. And to his surprise she actually listened and leaned against the arm of the couch. He made the decision to not ask her what happened. He didn’t want her to relive it, little did he know it never left her mind as she slept. He moved her water closer by placing it on the end table as he surfed through the channels.
“Are you sure?”
“Sin.”
“Ya know, you sound a lot like your boyfriend sometimes.” She didn’t answer him as she started eating the Mac N Cheese, which wasn’t bad to her surprise. And they sat in silence as Bathory beat Tiger. Amazingly, no jokes or awkwardness towards Bathory…Maybe because they were both sitting there…waiting for his match. Sin stopped watching White Noise as Michaels entrance music poured into the living room. Now he watched Nero as she stared with no emotion toward the T.V. Her breathing barely noticeable as the two brothers ripped each other apart. She didn’t even blink as Michal raked Bishop’s face across the ropes. The only tell she had to her feelings was the shaking bowl in her hands. She had stopped eating, to involved to care about nutrients.
“Nero…”
She didn’t hear him, in her mind the safe house had faded away and she was watching a war she never planned to be in.
“Nero!”
She watched Michael get thrown from the ring…The ladder broke and Bishop did exactly as he said he would…He finished it leaving his brother behind with a broken arm.
“Artemis!” She blinked multiple times, facing Sin for the first time. One hand gripped the bowl, leaving her finger pale from the pressure as she was nearly off the couch. Sin took the bowl, pushing her back into the couch.
“You need to rest, it’s over. Garrett won’t let him come near you again.”
She didn’t reply as he pulled the blanket up, covering her arm, as she laid back on the pillow.
“Hey there.” He grabbed the glass of water he had just pored for himself and brought it into the living room. He sat it down in front of her on the long wooden coffee table. She didn’t say anything at first, she just stared at him and he couldn’t even begin to imagine what was going on in her mind.
“It’s good to see you’re alive.” He wasn’t going to push her to talk if she wasn’t up to it. So he returned, slowly, to the kitchen. Nearly making the entry way when her soft and weak voice spoke.
“Thanks.”
“No problem Nero. Hungry?” He had no clue when the last time she had eaten was…he didn’t know shit about anything that happened that day. He was told that Bishop had sped off during a service, needless to say he hadn’t answered any of Sin’s calls that day either. But Sin was the first person called and the only one to know of Nero’s return to nurturing arms…And the on one trusted with her.
“Yes.” With the afterthought ‘As long as you cook better than Remmi.’ Remmi…Someone who had been quiet for far too long.
He was already making Mac N Cheese. No hating- It was easy, simple, and most importantly, it was quiet. Sleep was something he assumed she needed.
“Is he…”
“Wrestling? Yeah, tonight’s the PPV.”
“Did you have a match?”
“No, even if I did I’d still be here.” He grabbed both bowls and returned to the living room. Setting them both down quickly when he noticed Nero struggling to sit up. “Maybe you should still be sleeping.”
“I want to watch it.”
He was caught off guard at the sudden change in her as she managed to sit up without his assistance.
“Do you really think that’s a good idea?”
“I want to see it end William.”
He had to admit, he wanted to see it end too…but a fear of the unknown lurked in his mind. What if Michael won? In more ways than one …Bishop may walk away victorious but at what cost? He watched Nero as he turned the television on, thinking about the danger for her if Michael was victorious. But the silver lining in his fears was the girl he was focused on right now. His faith in her to keep Garrett from becoming Michael was as strong as his faith in The Lord.
“We’ll watch in, but only if you eat something.”
She agreed by reaching out of the blanket for her bowl, Sin catching the first of many injuries. Cuts ranging up her arm going through under her sleeves. Her wrist was darker than his skin with scabbed wounds where the restraints rubbed and tore the skin away. No wonder she was having problems sitting up…It’s a miracle she’s alive.
“Sit back.” His tone was more a request, less a demand, as he picked up the bowl and handed in to her. And to his surprise she actually listened and leaned against the arm of the couch. He made the decision to not ask her what happened. He didn’t want her to relive it, little did he know it never left her mind as she slept. He moved her water closer by placing it on the end table as he surfed through the channels.
“Are you sure?”
“Sin.”
“Ya know, you sound a lot like your boyfriend sometimes.” She didn’t answer him as she started eating the Mac N Cheese, which wasn’t bad to her surprise. And they sat in silence as Bathory beat Tiger. Amazingly, no jokes or awkwardness towards Bathory…Maybe because they were both sitting there…waiting for his match. Sin stopped watching White Noise as Michaels entrance music poured into the living room. Now he watched Nero as she stared with no emotion toward the T.V. Her breathing barely noticeable as the two brothers ripped each other apart. She didn’t even blink as Michal raked Bishop’s face across the ropes. The only tell she had to her feelings was the shaking bowl in her hands. She had stopped eating, to involved to care about nutrients.
“Nero…”
She didn’t hear him, in her mind the safe house had faded away and she was watching a war she never planned to be in.
“Nero!”
She watched Michael get thrown from the ring…The ladder broke and Bishop did exactly as he said he would…He finished it leaving his brother behind with a broken arm.
“Artemis!” She blinked multiple times, facing Sin for the first time. One hand gripped the bowl, leaving her finger pale from the pressure as she was nearly off the couch. Sin took the bowl, pushing her back into the couch.
“You need to rest, it’s over. Garrett won’t let him come near you again.”
She didn’t reply as he pulled the blanket up, covering her arm, as she laid back on the pillow.