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She looks to the future
Eyes that, once, were full of wonder
Just barely keep tears from spilling over.
She looks at him and can’t help but smile.
Because though her spirit is broken
Time and time again
When he looks at her and smiles
She is healed.
Broken Spirit
Just some musings. I've got a lot on my mind at the moment and this turned out differently from what I had in mind when I started. Not one of my easier written pieces, but I think it's one of the better ones I've written lately.
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Chapter 32: Moving Day

            I'd arranged everything with the landlady and had it all planned so we would be able to go in, get everything, and make only one trip or two at most. Duval was borrowing a truck from a friend at work so they'd basically traded cars for the day, and Sam was going to drive my car. Luke had work, but said we could use his truck if we needed another one. I told them all I owed them a big home cooked meal for everything they'd done. Sam and Luke said just stay in their lives and keep Duval happy.

            Sam was marking boxes and taking them out to the truck while Duval and I packed up my room, trying to figure out what should go where in the house and what should really be thrown out. He teased me about getting rid of my collection of cheesy romance books. I told him if I found any had magically disappeared during the move then he'd pay for it for a long, long time. He laughed and kissed my head, but he knew I was serious about it. My books were precious to me and he had his books like that. We'd teased each other about them for years, but when it came down to it we both knew we were serious about our books.

            "I think we might end up needing to either change a room into a library or maybe add a whole new room on to the house." I let Duval think as I packed up the last of my clothes.

            "Do you want any of my blankets at the house? They might come in handy if someone gets cold or if we end up all piling into the living room for some reason. Maybe during one of our family nights. I have plenty of blankets and pillows and they'd be great for that."

            "Sounds like a plan to me. You want to have Sam take those in your car?"

            I nodded at him and pointed to the closet. "They're in there. They should be all wrapped and ready to go into the car, I kept plenty of spares so when I wasn't using them I vacuum sealed them to keep them clean after I washed them."

            "Little weird and almost anal, but okay. It's how you did things. Maybe everything will get used more often now?" He smiled.

            "You never know. If Luke and Sam stop staying with us it might not be a bad idea to have the extra pillows and things vacuum sealed."

            "I meant if we ever have any kids running around." He said, grabbing a pile of pillows and heading out the door to my car.

            I stood there in shock. Kids? Kids running around? I couldn't wrap my mind around it. Do you really want kids, Duval? That was one thing I'd never really thought about. I wasn't sure I could ever have kids even if my partner wasn't a werewolf. With me being a shifter and changing form I'd always wondered if there was a chance that it had made me infertile or if it would cause terrible things to happen to the kids. Duval's dad had been a shifter from what he'd told me, but that was a male. His mom had been a werewolf, but he'd never said if that was before or after she'd had the boys. I wasn't sure Duval really knew which it was.

            He came back in. "You do realize I was kidding, right? I doubt you'd want to risk having a boy or twins and them end up like Devlin. And my dad was a handful as a kid too. It's like we get worse and worse with each generation in my family, but I guess that's true of most families."

            I took a deep breath and started shaking. "Don't ever joke about that. It's something I used to think about when we were younger. Not just about us, but about if I could even really have a family."

            He nodded and pulled me close to him. "We'll ask Luke. He has more experience with this type of thing. If you really want to know, we can find out. It might be better to find out so we know how careful to be. At least it's not like either of us can catch anything from the other."

            "Guess that's one good thing to say about shifter and were immune systems. We're extremely hard to infect with things."

            "Extremely hard, if not impossible." He said, kissing my neck.

            I smiled and shook my head, pulling away from him. "None of that right now. We have more to do still if we're going to get everything going in one move. Do you want anything from in my kitchen? My bathroom?"

            "You're going to want the things from your bathroom just because they're your products and I doubt you want to keep using guy products. You might want to actually smell like you some time instead of smelling like me." He teased.

            I nodded. "You're right, wouldn't want anyone to think I was a guy now, would I? That might cause some really awkward situations."

            We continued on like that until everything was boxed up and ready. I had Sam call Luke and see when he was getting off work and for the guys to decide what they wanted for dinner. While I wasn't the best cook in the world and they all knew it, they also knew that I wanted to thank them as best I could and a home cooked meal was often the best way. Especially something big, with lots of meat in it. These guys were really carnivores at heart. They did like berries at least, so I could add some variety for them and a little extra flavor.
BBY Ch.32
The title of this chapter certainly fits my personal life.

So what do you guys and gals prefer? Should I label who's talking or just keep titles like this? Sometimes the characters have similar voices and I can't decide. Should it depend on the story?
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Quick note:
For those of you wondering about my "real" name since dA posted that topic. Yes, Heather is my real name. It's shared on my main page and I sign my journals (and some notes) like that. As for Razor? I do answer to that in reality. I answer to many things in real life, but anymore online is also real life for me because of the number of people/artists/etc that I meet online.

Writing:
I haven't written for the last couple days. Partly because I've been lazy, but mostly because allergies (or a cold, it's still kind of debated) have been kicking my ass something fierce. We'll see over the next couple days how I feel and how my body responds. I still need to write more on "I Know You". I had a great idea hit a few days ago, but I never wrote more on the story at that time, though I DID write down the idea! Still working on things for "Meeting Mr. Right". News on that to come when I make some real progress.

Health:
I got a fitbit. Mostly because I want to start wearing my skirts more at work and when I do this I can't track my steps because I've been using my phone for this and my skirts don't have pockets. So fitbit was a wise choice for that. I can also set it to where it'll do a silent alarm and I can be reminded when it vibrates to get my butt moving every hour at certain hours of the night when I'm usually sitting here at my computer writing away. This big point is my knee and ankle and if I sit too long they're stiff enough I can't straighten my knee out. >.> I also need to lose some weight. For health reasons, for me personally. Nothing wrong with being big, but it's causing issues for me moving around and there are a lot of health risks I'm taking like this. Long, hard road ahead.

Me:
Feeling like crap, spending too much money on music and books (but I love the addiction), and hoping I can make it through the weekend. Eager to see Catfish again. He got a kitten. Kitten acts like a parrot. He is named Tim. Hoping I can get pics this weekend and share them soon.

~Heather/Razor
  • Listening to: Mayday Parade
  • Reading: Evil Librarian and other books.
  • Watching: Phone, computer, iPod...
  • Playing: Get your ass writing!
  • Eating: Nothing yet.
  • Drinking: Water. Need to drink more water.

Chapter 31: Family Game Night

            "I'm gonna get another piece of pizza, hold my turn!" Sam laughed as he ran to the kitchen, standing at the doorway with a giant slice. "Mmm. Duval, you still make the best pizzas!" He finished his slice and moved back onto the floor beside his sister.

            I laughed, "Thanks, Sam. I'm just glad you enjoy it."

            "Enjoy it? He makes a pig out of himself!" His sister teased, poking her brother's stomach.

            "I can't help it if Duval is an amazing cook!"

            "Hey. I do most of your cooking. Is something wrong with the way I cook?" Luke asked, looking at Sam and his sister.

            Sam shook his head. "I mean an amazing pizza cook."

            We all laughed and my phone started ringing. Luke wasn't playing the game, so I told him to take my turn for me if I wasn't back beforehand. He nodded and I headed out the door.

            "Hello?"

            "Duval, is that you?"

            "Yeah, what's up, Flint?"

            "I think your brother is kind of on to me. I found someone I really like spending time with, and he's the sweetest thing and I've been hanging out with him a lot. There's no pressure, no orders... I think this is the type of life you'd talked about."

            "That's exactly the type of life I talked about. Having someone who loves you and who you love. Someone it's easy to be yourself with."

            "He's a werewolf. Like you. Only he's not actually a werewolf, he's a weretiger. I'm going to try and make a good job of your brother, but I just wanted to let you know what was happening."

            "I do appreciate that, Flint. Just remember, keep everything done well. I'm a great ally, but if you screw me over I'm more ruthless than my brother. And I like you. I'd like to have you over when all of this is done. Maybe have you and your guy over for a family game night."

            "I..." There was a pause as Flint thought of what to talk. "I'd like that, Duval. Demeter always said if he caught me with a guy he'd tear my dick off and shove it down my throat. I don't even know if Devlin knows I'm gay."

            "If he hadn't known when you'd been flirting with him back in the day then I doubt he knows now. Might be a fun way to take care of him. Right before the finish tell him."

            We both laughed. "The look on his face would be priceless. I would like to bring him around sometime. Have my guy meet you at the very least. You're all the family I really have left, but first I want to meet up with all of you on my own. I don't think the others like me very much."

            "They don't, but if we explain to them what's happened and why you acted the way you did all the time then I'm sure they'll understand."

            "Thank you, Duval. For everything."

            "No problem. Enjoy your night." I said, hanging up the phone. When I turned around Angeline was at the door, waiting for me.

            "So he's not taken care of yet, I'm guessing."

            I shook my head. "Sorry. I know you're waiting on it."

            She held up a hand. "I trust your judgment. I trust you. You're off tomorrow, right?"

            I nodded, "Why?"

            "I was wondering... Would you help me move?"

            My heart sank. "Move? Where?"

            "Here. With you. I'm living here anyway. Unless you don't want me to move in, that's okay. I just wondered if you'd help me."

            "Of course." I smiled. "And of course I want you to move in. We'll start as soon as we can. Have you gotten everything sorted out with the landlord? Is she alright with everything? Is everything cleaned up and ready? Is there anything we need to do before you're officially moved in and only living at one place?"

            She laughed, hugging me. "Nope. I've gotten all my mail moved around and transferred so that's already being sent here. The only things left to get are like the bed and stuff. I figured with as big as my mattress is we could either use it for a spare or replace one of the ones here or use it down in the sparring room or something."

            I smiled and nodded to her. "That sounds like a really nice idea. Maybe we could use it in that cage and treat it as a special spot for just us during a moon or something?" I grinned.

            She blushed, laughing. "Maybe." She said, tapping my nose with a finger. "Duval." She paused.

            "Yeah?"

            "Thank you. For everything. For all these years when I never said it and should have. Thank you."

            "Don't think about it. It's what friends do."

Chapter 30: Real Family

            A real family was something I once thought did exist. A family that didn't lie or hide. A family that had no secrets. I thought I had that with the gang until Duval joined. And when I won and Duval was banished I thought Flint and I were family. Even when he acted strange.

            He still obeyed orders, but that was only when I was finally able to find him to give him said orders. He was hiding more and more and finally I gave up on searching for him. He wasn't gone. He was the only one who wouldn't desert me. Even Demeter deserted me. He'd started over a month, nearly two months, ago and he still wasn't back. He wasn't answering my calls or texts, and he always answered me. Something had to be wrong for him to not answer me.

            "I trusted him and he left us. He just left us! How could he abandon me..." I lied in my bed, curled up with my phone near me and I stayed there for the rest of the day in silence. I had to figure out what to do if Demeter ever did come back. If he wasn't coming back, was the gang mine? Real family? Pfft. Real family doesn't exist.
Quick note:
For those of you wondering about my "real" name since dA posted that topic. Yes, Heather is my real name. It's shared on my main page and I sign my journals (and some notes) like that. As for Razor? I do answer to that in reality. I answer to many things in real life, but anymore online is also real life for me because of the number of people/artists/etc that I meet online.

Writing:
I haven't written for the last couple days. Partly because I've been lazy, but mostly because allergies (or a cold, it's still kind of debated) have been kicking my ass something fierce. We'll see over the next couple days how I feel and how my body responds. I still need to write more on "I Know You". I had a great idea hit a few days ago, but I never wrote more on the story at that time, though I DID write down the idea! Still working on things for "Meeting Mr. Right". News on that to come when I make some real progress.

Health:
I got a fitbit. Mostly because I want to start wearing my skirts more at work and when I do this I can't track my steps because I've been using my phone for this and my skirts don't have pockets. So fitbit was a wise choice for that. I can also set it to where it'll do a silent alarm and I can be reminded when it vibrates to get my butt moving every hour at certain hours of the night when I'm usually sitting here at my computer writing away. This big point is my knee and ankle and if I sit too long they're stiff enough I can't straighten my knee out. >.> I also need to lose some weight. For health reasons, for me personally. Nothing wrong with being big, but it's causing issues for me moving around and there are a lot of health risks I'm taking like this. Long, hard road ahead.

Me:
Feeling like crap, spending too much money on music and books (but I love the addiction), and hoping I can make it through the weekend. Eager to see Catfish again. He got a kitten. Kitten acts like a parrot. He is named Tim. Hoping I can get pics this weekend and share them soon.

~Heather/Razor
  • Listening to: Mayday Parade
  • Reading: Evil Librarian and other books.
  • Watching: Phone, computer, iPod...
  • Playing: Get your ass writing!
  • Eating: Nothing yet.
  • Drinking: Water. Need to drink more water.

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Heather
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I write, I take pictures, I offer help when I can. What more is there to say about myself? I've got some great people in my life like :iconphi9bo:, :iconvioletrogue:, :iconlupus2032:, :iconredoctoberrising:, :iconixris:, :iconvulpes-vulpes-fox:, :iconltgdomo:, :iconfreedom-dreamer:, :iconnightquake:, :iconev1l-monsterboy:, :icontheultimatet:, :iconsecretbetweenthewar:, :iconblackwolfsilverpaw:, :iconspiritboundwolf: and many many more.

YIM/e-mail: packwolf13
NaNoWriMo: Razor13 (nanowrimo.org/en/participants/…) (same username for Camp NaNoWriMo)
Blog: hrshavor.wordpress.com/
IMVU: PoetRazor13
Tumblr: poetrazor13.tumblr.com
Current Residence: Same place for 23 years...
Favourite genre of music: Mostly Alternative Rock, but it depends on my mood.
Favourite photographer: Too many amazing people, but I don't look at this much.
Favourite style of art: Have you seen my favorites? I'm open-minded to styles.
Operating System: Win 7 and Win XP
MP3 player of choice: iPod Classic
Wallpaper of choice: I almost always have something up so I don't see this much.
Skin of choice: Mine. Words. Music.
Favourite cartoon character: Jack by Timmit and Cast of Salem Uncommons! Too many more to list.
Personal Quote: "Sometimes the greatest gift is the sound of the one you love walking in the door." - Me
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