[jp] broken by lindsey haun
NOTE: Selene is dealing_death and is used with love.
Little girl don't be so blue
I know what you're going through
Don't let it beat you up.
Hitting walls and getting scars
Only makes you who you are
Only makes you who you are.
No matter how much your heart is aching
There is beauty in the breaking
Yeah
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She’s thinking in Hungarian, but the images come in clear as day. Maybe Tommy hasn’t taught her to block her thoughts just yet, or maybe she’s that distraught…either way, her pain is toxic.
It’s not hard to see what drew his cousin to her. She’s not just hot, she’s a walking timebomb of suffering…she’s an avatar’s favorite treat, especially for a pledged Fraternity brother.
The two-story house in Beverly Hills, procured by Master Martin, easily holds Selene, Carbone, his mother, as well as Channing and the Kellars. It seems like overkill, tasking this huge team to protect one pretty capable woman, but in a way he gets it. The baby she’s carrying, the fact she’s bound to T-Bird…if anyone knows what that bond can do to a person, it’s Carbone and Zephyr.
There’s no privacy, though, so he feels kind of like a dick standing in the doorway of her room that night as she emerges from the bathroom in her pajamas. He ignores the dark look she shoots him as she quietly slides into bed.
//She aches. Deep, hard, horrible, she hurts. The bed is cold…memories of a warm, solid body engulfing hers, silky black hair tickling her face as she hides her face against a warm shoulder…//
Blinking away the images, Carbone finally moves into the room.
“Scoot over.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“Scoot yer ass over.” He grumbles gently, bending to swat her shoulder lightly. “C’mon, chop chop.”
She scowls…but she obeys, curiosity reverberating through the room as he flops into bed behind her, laying on top of the sheets as he flings an arm around her waist, pulling her back against his chest.
“What on earth…”
“Shut up and listen.”
He tucks her head beneath his chin and waits, feels her eyes widen as her thoughts freeze and melt into painful heat that soaks into ice-cold bones. She realizes…she understands.
She hears Tommy’s heart beating in Carbone’s chest.
“Me and my cuz, we grew up together.” He explains quietly. “Even had a band when we were young…never performed, that’s how T was able to sing lead.”
She laughs quietly, and he can feel her tears as though they were falling against his own cheeks.
“We worked well, we got the music ‘cause we share the same heartbeat. Mom always used to say that, blood shares blood. Family shares a single heart, a single pulse. That means me, Aunt Zeph…that means my niece squirming around in yer gut. I know you can hear her heartbeat, but when it gets slower, more normal? You’ll realize it beats the same as his. The same as mine.”
She says nothing, but her hand slips over his where it’s resting against her stomach…protectively covering the bit of tissue and life that will grow to be his niece, his cousin’s child. The first generation of a new race of avatars, descended from the Titan gods themselves and the royal bloodlines of the vampire covens.
She doesn’t answer, because she’s listening now, looking for that commonality. She’s forgotten that he’s there, and focused only on the muscle beneath his flesh, hammering out the sound that matches another somewhere in the world.
He’s just a vessel for that heartbeat, the one she needs to hear to make herself believe that wherever he is, Tommy is still alive.
Muse: Carbone Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 555
Little girl don't be so blue
I know what you're going through
Don't let it beat you up.
Hitting walls and getting scars
Only makes you who you are
Only makes you who you are.
No matter how much your heart is aching
There is beauty in the breaking
Yeah
=========
She’s thinking in Hungarian, but the images come in clear as day. Maybe Tommy hasn’t taught her to block her thoughts just yet, or maybe she’s that distraught…either way, her pain is toxic.
It’s not hard to see what drew his cousin to her. She’s not just hot, she’s a walking timebomb of suffering…she’s an avatar’s favorite treat, especially for a pledged Fraternity brother.
The two-story house in Beverly Hills, procured by Master Martin, easily holds Selene, Carbone, his mother, as well as Channing and the Kellars. It seems like overkill, tasking this huge team to protect one pretty capable woman, but in a way he gets it. The baby she’s carrying, the fact she’s bound to T-Bird…if anyone knows what that bond can do to a person, it’s Carbone and Zephyr.
There’s no privacy, though, so he feels kind of like a dick standing in the doorway of her room that night as she emerges from the bathroom in her pajamas. He ignores the dark look she shoots him as she quietly slides into bed.
//She aches. Deep, hard, horrible, she hurts. The bed is cold…memories of a warm, solid body engulfing hers, silky black hair tickling her face as she hides her face against a warm shoulder…//
Blinking away the images, Carbone finally moves into the room.
“Scoot over.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“Scoot yer ass over.” He grumbles gently, bending to swat her shoulder lightly. “C’mon, chop chop.”
She scowls…but she obeys, curiosity reverberating through the room as he flops into bed behind her, laying on top of the sheets as he flings an arm around her waist, pulling her back against his chest.
“What on earth…”
“Shut up and listen.”
He tucks her head beneath his chin and waits, feels her eyes widen as her thoughts freeze and melt into painful heat that soaks into ice-cold bones. She realizes…she understands.
She hears Tommy’s heart beating in Carbone’s chest.
“Me and my cuz, we grew up together.” He explains quietly. “Even had a band when we were young…never performed, that’s how T was able to sing lead.”
She laughs quietly, and he can feel her tears as though they were falling against his own cheeks.
“We worked well, we got the music ‘cause we share the same heartbeat. Mom always used to say that, blood shares blood. Family shares a single heart, a single pulse. That means me, Aunt Zeph…that means my niece squirming around in yer gut. I know you can hear her heartbeat, but when it gets slower, more normal? You’ll realize it beats the same as his. The same as mine.”
She says nothing, but her hand slips over his where it’s resting against her stomach…protectively covering the bit of tissue and life that will grow to be his niece, his cousin’s child. The first generation of a new race of avatars, descended from the Titan gods themselves and the royal bloodlines of the vampire covens.
She doesn’t answer, because she’s listening now, looking for that commonality. She’s forgotten that he’s there, and focused only on the muscle beneath his flesh, hammering out the sound that matches another somewhere in the world.
He’s just a vessel for that heartbeat, the one she needs to hear to make herself believe that wherever he is, Tommy is still alive.
Muse: Carbone Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 555