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Post by Daemon Speirs on Dec 3, 2013 22:15:37 GMT -5
Daemon sat on one of the couches in the basement which held his favorite piano, the same room he'd had the heart to heart with Emma. He flipped through his book absentmindedly, wondering where she was. They'd made plans earlier in the week to meet up and work on her math homework, but she was late, and Emma was usually never late.
With a sigh he closed his book, another silly novel he picked up, and pulled out his phone. He sent a quick text to Emma to see if she was still going to meet him in their spot. He hadn't heard from her in a few days and was starting to worry, then again it was the weekend and it wasn't like he had classes with her. Still, he had a nagging feeling in the back of his mind that something was wrong.
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Post by Emma King on Dec 3, 2013 22:26:26 GMT -5
Emma jumped when she heard her phone go off and sighed. It was Daemon, she knew even without looking at her phone, she sent his a quick text back saying that she was almost there and not to worry. Okay, well that last part wasn't really appropriate, because she knew she was going to have to tell him about the run in her and her mom had with his father a few days ago. She tugged at her sleeve nervously, she'd be wearing long sleeves for a while. Thank goodness the weather was getting colder and no one would think twice about it.
The Kuma finally reached the room and saw Daemon. Good, it was just him, that was a relief. She gave a small smile. "Hey, sorry I'm late..." She mumbled as she walked over to sit beside him, sitting her math work to the side. They'd focus on that later, but not now.
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Post by Daemon Speirs on Dec 3, 2013 22:33:02 GMT -5
Daemon smiled softly at her. "It's okay, I was just worried, unnecessarily so I see." His eyes searched her face and his smile fell. "Something's wrong, what is it?" He knew Emma well so he could tell something was off. He sat forward and turned his body towards hers, waiting patiently. Something was definitely wrong.
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Post by Emma King on Dec 3, 2013 22:38:31 GMT -5
Emma's smile twitch up for a second before falling again. "I never was good at hiding things." she joked in an attempt to make light of the situation. It didn't work, but it was worth a shot. She kept tugging on her sleeve, staring down at her lap as she spoke. "So, my mom and I, we were out the other day, and uh..." She looked up at him and frowned. "Well, I met your father."
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Post by Daemon Speirs on Dec 3, 2013 22:46:05 GMT -5
Daemon's eyes widened and his lips parted in surprise. "Did he hurt you?" he asked quickly. His heart started to race and his hands clenched in his lap. If his father had hurt her or her mother, he'd do much worse to his father. But was glad she was alive... then again his father could make a person wish for death... Daemon's anxiety spiked.
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Post by Emma King on Dec 3, 2013 22:53:48 GMT -5
Emma's eyes immediately switched back down to her lap where her hand were resting. Slowly she pushed her right sleeve up to her elbow to show were the bruise and the 'A' shaped burn were. "They still sting a little..." she mumbled quietly. "He didn't do anything to my mom, physically at least. But she's okay now." She was still shaken up about the whole thing, and had even missed school the other day because of it. She didn't want to risk bumping into Artemis and her saying something.
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Post by Daemon Speirs on Dec 3, 2013 23:03:16 GMT -5
Daemon gently reached out and took her hand softly. His hand hovered over the bruising and the burn, it shook. His jaw clenched and then unclenched. "I'm so sorry." He whispered, unsure of what else to say. Anger at his father filled him, but sympathy won out in his current situation.
He released her hand and pulled her into a hug, being careful of her injured arm. He held her tightly, not caring that they really weren't at that stage in their friendship. "I'm so, so sorry." he croaked, burring his face in her hair. "Nobody deserves that. Nobody deserves to run into him. Especially not you and your mother" Her mother had to have been traumatized and he hated his father for it.
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Post by Emma King on Dec 3, 2013 23:23:34 GMT -5
Emma's eyes widen as he pulled her in, but turned soft right after as she hugged him back. "It's not your fault." She tried assuring him. Daemon needed to see that, but she wasn't sure how to go about it.
She thought back on something that Mr. Speirs had said. It was such a minor comment compared to the rest of the whole mess, but it still stuck in her head. Daemon liked her; he actually liked her. Why this decided to click in her head now of all times she wasn't sure, but if he really cared for her like that and seeing her hurt by his own blood... Gah, why couldn't she do something to make him feel better about all of this?
She laid her head against his shoulder while they were still hugging. "You know, I told him that you were more of a man than he was." She told him. "He didn't seem to hurt about it, but I really meant it."
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Post by Daemon Speirs on Dec 3, 2013 23:30:03 GMT -5
Daemon clutched her tighter and shook his head slightly. "You shouldn't have said anything. You and your mother should have escaped as soon as you saw him." He said uselessly. He knew that his father wouldn't have let them go so thought was pointless, but he wished they could have.
"You're so brave though... it took me years to stand up to him and you do it within one meeting." He gave a single humorless laugh. "I wish it would have never happened. If I could have done something to stop that from happening, I would, a thousand times over."
He knew he was pushing the bounds of their friendship but he couldn't let her go. He had to reassure himself that she was safe.
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Post by Emma King on Dec 3, 2013 23:40:26 GMT -5
Emma laughed lightly. "My family's full of brave idiots, never thought I had that gene until then to be honest." She really didn't know what came over her, she was just so mad and scared and words had just keep slipping out of her mouth that usually wouldn't.
"And I know you would." she replied to his last statement. "But it happened, and we're okay now." The bruise would fade and the burn would heal, and her mother was strong, she would bounce back. "Please don't beat yourself up over it." She held him tighter in turn. "You're my friend, and I told you because you needed to know, not so you would get upset..."
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Post by Daemon Speirs on Dec 3, 2013 23:45:21 GMT -5
Daemon shook his head. "How could I not get upset? He hurt you, of all people. Him hurting me, that I can deal with, but not you... I can't stand the thought of him being in the same room as you, nevertheless hurting you..." He trailed off, feeling the anger swell up again. With measured breaths he pushed it down. He'd never hated his father so much as he did in this moment.
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Post by Emma King on Dec 4, 2013 0:07:54 GMT -5
There was a strong blush on Emma's face at that. She wasn't sure how to respond. He liked her, she knew that much, but they had just started to get to really know each other and she wasn't even sure if she had feelings for him in that sense either. He was her friend, that much she could confidently say...
That's right, he WAS her friend. She would do anything for her friends, and Daemon was no different from that. She hugged him as tight as she could, ignoring the stinging of her arm from the pressure against her injuries. "Well I can't let him hurt you, and if I had to go through that a thousand times more to show you that than I would." There was a firmness in her voice that she had never felt before. She had to convince him, she had to make him feel better. He'd been dealing with the weight of his father for so long, she would do anything to free him from that burden.
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Post by Daemon Speirs on Dec 4, 2013 0:51:26 GMT -5
Daemon was stunned to the point where he couldn't think of anything to reply. He felt choked up as he clutched her and then his mind started to work again. "I don't know how to fix this... I need to fix this." He whispered brokenly. He felt like he needed to do something. He'd shrank back from his father too many times and now this happened. He didn't know how to make it better. "I can't just let him get away with this."
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Post by Emma King on Dec 4, 2013 1:02:37 GMT -5
Emma frowned. "We'll think of something, right now you don't have to do anything." She picked her head up and rearranged herself so that she was looking straight at him. Their faces were close and she blushed as she realized it, but pushed that thought aside for the moment. "Good things come to those who wait, isn't that how it goes?"
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Post by Daemon Speirs on Dec 4, 2013 1:14:02 GMT -5
Daemon swallowed the knot in this throat. He definitely couldn't agree with that. Had he not waited he wouldn't be friends with Emma like he now was. "You're right." he sighed in defeat. He couldn't do anything to his father, even if he wanted to. His mother loved him, though he couldn't see why, and he didn't want to kill him... that would make him worse than his father. Patricide was not something he wanted to add to his resume.
His eyes dropped, though with their proximity they landed on Emma's lips. And of course he noticed the blush. To keep himself from staring at her lips which were so close, he closed his eyes. "Of course you're right." he added quietly.
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