Being drunk does not excuse cheating.
Being drunk does not excuse rape.
Being drunk does not excuse being an asshole.
Being drunk does not excuse shitty and destructive behavior.
Being drunk is not an excuse.
Control yourself or don’t drink.
RP Blog for indie OC. Mun and muse are both over 21, so please make sure you are as well. No magic anons.
Hopefully, this will keep the kittens from fighting over the original one.
*cuddles it* Thank you, handsome. *kisses your cheek* I hope they don’t think this means they each get one now. *laughs* I think I’ll keep this one out of reach of little paws, since they’ve already tried to claim ownership of the first one. *looks at them sitting there*
Please reblog if you do not mind roleplaying with an oc
For you, my darling wife.
Thanks, handsome. Mmm, coffee. *kisses your cheek*
Feel better soon, honey. *hugs*
Thanks, Kat. Just what I need, everything : )
Just in case you needed a new one. Hope you feel better soon, hun.
Thank you, Jordan. One of my favorite one’s broke recently.
Corinne sighed and went to get ready for bed. Another night Clint was gone, another night where she felt a part of her was missing. Sleep never came easy to her on those nights, instead she was back in the days when she woke in the night, often alone and afraid. A memory or fragment of a dream fresh in her mind or that vague feeling of unease which came from a thought remaining just out of reach. Those dark images that made up the content of nightmares, the ones so elusive when brought into the light, they vanished like wisps of smoke in the air.
Though Clint knew she wore his t-shirts, she kept the extent of what she did in his absence, a secret. The truth was that she was embarrassed to let him see just how much she needed him near her and what she did when he was gone to feel that closeness. In her heart she knew he wouldn’t care, perhaps her absolute devotion would bring a small smile to his face. She knew how he felt to be apart from her and she didn’t want to add to that burden. So, Corinne kept her comfort rituals to herself. A closely held secret between her, the kittens and the stuffed penguin Clint had given to her after their date at Coney Island.
In the warm nights of summer, Corinne took one of Clint’s t-shirts and a pair of his boxers, borrowed from his dresser. This night, as the fall colors replaced green with their hues of fiery reds and rusty oranges, and cool nights put a chill in the air, she needed warmth. The only items of her own were a plain white camisole and small slip of lace panties. The rest was gathered from drawers and closets. A pair of Clint’s pajama bottoms, waist rolled to fit, pants cuffed to fit her shorter stature, were pulled on. A button down shirt pulled over the camisole, sleeves rolled to stop just at her wrist, buttons done up enough so it wouldn’t come off in the night.
Slipping between the cool sheets of their bed, Corinne moved to Clint’s side, her face buried in his pillow to surround herself in his clean scent. Her arm slung around the stuffed penguin as she fought the kittens for space in their quest to also stay close to Clint’s usual place in their world. She would shut her eyes and let the images come to her. Clint’s arms around her, pulling her close into his warmth. His breathing close to her ear, the steady beat of his heart at her back. Though it took her longer to fall asleep when he was gone, eventually she let the thoughts lull her to sweet dreams of their life together. Though sometimes those were the dreams that stayed with her, other times they were not.
Just before she drifted off, a noise brought her from that edge of letting go and her eyes opened. There, silhouetted in the doorway, she saw Clint’s familiar shape leaning against frame as he took in the scene before him. There was enough light from the moon through the windows that she knew there was no hiding. Her secret was out. “Handsome.” She whispered softly.
Within minutes he was back in his place in her world and she in his. Words were left for morning, for now, they were quiet. As he kissed her head and she buried her face in his neck, she could tell from the smile at the corners of his mouth, he needed no explanation.
Hope a bit of tea will help you feel better. And if this doesn’t work, we’ll move on the more hardcore soups and juices.
Thank you Tabby. Tea is always appreciated. I like its name too.
Clint had stopped by the cafe on his way home, hoping that Cory would still be there, and they could go out to dinner for a change, instead of having dinner at home. A dinner out, instead of take out or her creating something fabulous in their own kitchen. But when he stepped inside, Annie had told him that Cory had gone home sick. Concern creased his forehead for a moment, because Cory rarely got sick, but there had been a flu going around.
When he got home, the apartment was darkened, and even the kittens were subdued when he walked in the door. Seeing the shape on the couch, covered in a blanket, he knew. She’d been pushing herself too hard lately. She had raised her head and given him a weak smile when their eyes met, and he knelt beside her on the floor. “S’okay, gorgeous, I got you.” Placing a soft kiss on her forehead, he noticed how hot her head seemed. Well, crap definitely a virus of some sort. He carefully placed his arms under her, and held her to his chest before standing up and carrying her to the bedroom. Sitting her on the side of the bed, he undressed her carefully, and helped her put on something more comfortable to sleep in. Those flannel pajamas that he’d given her months ago, when she had first been in the hospital seemed to fit the bill.
Tucking her under the covers of their bed, he kissed her forehead again, and went in search of food that would be easy on a sick stomach. He came back a few minutes later with some of the homemade chicken soup that had been in the fridge, complete with crackers and some water. After she ate some of the soup, he took the tray away, and returned to find her curled up on her side in the bed shivering. Climbing in beside her, he wrapped his arms around her, holding her as close as she wanted until she fell asleep.
She had done it without thinking. Instinct. An emergent situation and all her years of schooling and training had kicked in. Assess, determine a course of action and deal with any fallout later. Corinne reached into the freezer with one hand, holding the open baggie in the other and sighed. Well, now she was going to face the consequences. The thing of it was, Corinne knew without a doubt that if the clock could be wound back to before and she were given a chance to begin again, she would do exactly the same thing, without a moment’s hesitation.
The night was like so many preceding it, Jordan and Corinne in the kitchen. Small details differed each time. Time of day, a meal, maybe a bit of stress baking. The location, either the kitchen at the cafe or in Jordan’s with Artie bounding about, often underfoot. Each time the evening was filled with conversation, good food and often plenty of laughter.
Corinne stood at the counter whisking her favored dressing for the salad waiting off to the side when she heard it, the clatter of something knocked to the floor. As she heard the telltale sound of paws hitting the floor as someone hit a hasty retreat, she knew it was likely the thump of a tail too close to the table or the bump of a curious nose checking for a forbidden treat that caused the ruckus in the first place. In the moment before she turned to see what had happened, Corinne saw Jordan step back into the room and cross the floor too close to where the hazard lay. Before she could open her mouth to speak, Jordan’s foot slipped from under her frame and she fell to the floor. Corinne’s face opened in shocked surprise as she witnessed Jordan’s head hit the edge of the table.
The rest of the events happened in quick succession. Corinne was down on her knees beside Jordan within seconds. She watched in dismay as a large goose egg bruise bloomed on her friend’s forehead. “Jordan, are you okay?” Corinne was already assessing her as she asked. “Honey, look at me.” Corinne held one finger up in front of her. “I need you to follow the tip of finger with your eyes only.” A look passed over Jordan’s face for a second, Corinne was so focused on her task she didn’t quite notice or register it for what it was. Jordan did as she was asked. Corinne could at least determine there was no need for immediate medical attention requiring a call for an ambulance. “Okay, let me get you some ice for that. Do you feel dizzy or light-headed at all?” She helped Jordan to sit in the nearby chair as she turned to go fill a bag with ice.
It wasn’t in fact until she turned away to get the ice that Corinne realized what she had done. A head injury. A neuro function test, Corinne had done it without thinking. Something only a person with some advanced medical knowledge would know or think to do in this situation. As she headed towards the refrigerator, with each subsequent step, she knew. Jordan would want to know. The day had finally come where Corinne’s past had stuck its head out of the shadows and into the light of a fragile friendship.
She bit her lip as she filled the bag, deciding silence for the moment was her best course of action. She swore she could feel her friend’s stare at her back as she grabbed a paper towel to wrap around it. When she finally turned to take what now seemed like a long journey back, sure enough there was some sort of expression on Jordan’s face. With a deep breath and a smile, Corinne faced her.