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Post by gracemoselle on Sept 19, 2010 21:25:20 GMT -8
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Blaise was out shopping, but for what exactly Grace wasn't too sure. She assumed groceries, but she wasn't too sure what they needed considering the two of them had just been out shopping the other day (not that they had much accomplished, the whole time she had complained about people staring). This whole pregnancy thing still wasn't sitting with her all that well, the whole idea of having a kid she didn't mind, but getting fat and all the irritating symptoms that went with the price was something she couldn't say she liked. Running her hand over her stomach, she glared down at it. All of her life she had always been thin, never really had to worry about what she ate since she had been blessed with an incredibly high metabolism. Unfortunately for her, there was no real way around not gaining weight when there was a baby growing in her stomach.
The worst part about this whole situation is that she found she could never really be comfortable with her awkward protruding stomach. Right now, she was actually somewhat comfortable sprawling out across the couch staring blankly at the show jumping that was on TV. It pulled at her heart and made her miss riding, and showing at that level. Half of her had been tempted to go out and ride today, even though she wasn't supposed too. Just because Blaise had kindly asked her not too, and even though she had agreed, it didn't mean that she had completely stopped riding so far. The doctor had told her that she could ride up to seven months, and so far she still had a month to go. As long as she was careful, he had told her.
And for Grace's standards, she was being careful. Not that Blaise would agree, and she decided that what her boyfriend didn't know wouldn't hurt him (but unfortunately for her, he did know). Growing frustrated with the horses on tv, jealously and frustration ran through her as turned it off and groaned to herself, still resting her hand on her stomach. Looking over at her cell phone that was sitting on the coffee table, she wanted Blaise to call, or come home. She loved the time that she spent with her boyfriend, right now it mostly consisted of the two cuddling when they were at home.
The door bell ringing made her sigh, ignoring the first ring she figured that if it had been Blaise he would have just walked in. In all honesty, she wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone else. The moment the door bell rang again, she realized that whoever it was didn't have any intentions on going away. Hauling her ass off the couch, she made her way over to the door. Brown hair tied up back in a bun, with a couple of loose strands falling around her face. Wearing one of Blaise's big, but warm sweaters and her yoga pants, she hadn't felt like really putting any effort in to getting dressed this morning. Putting in contacts would have been too much effort, so she was wearing her glasses for the first time in a long time.
Growling under her breath as the doorbell rang for a third time, she hurried up and finally opened the door, blinking at the shorter Mexican man who had small similarities to Blaise.
"Uh, hello," she said, watching him skeptically for a moment. "Can I help you?"
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Post by blaise on Sept 22, 2010 17:45:48 GMT -8
 nothing ever lasts forever After Grace had told him that she was pregnant, Blaise was determined to ‘put a ring on it’ before that thing popped out. While he had been raised in a second-marriage family throughout his teens, he did not like how it had been run, so he was fiercely convinced that the child would be far better off if its parents were together from the second it was born. He had spent a lot of extra time looking at marriage facilities, prices for gowns, tuxes, photographers, and lots of other wedding planning that would have made a professional wedding planner proud. Grace, however, was oblivious to all of it; just like he had wanted. Then again, it didn’t take much to hide something from his woefully naïve girlfriend (soon to be fiancé). There had been one day where the tickets for the plane to Hawaii had come in the mail while he was not home, and Grace had handed them to him not even knowing what they were.
And for that, he was glad.
The thought of her knowing about everything he had planned before it had a chance to unfold would be a big wet blanket on his mood, and he was unwavering on his decision for it to all be a surprise until it all happened. Today was phase two of ‘put a ring on it’; it involved picking out the right engagement ring for Grace. He had stolen a simple ring from her jewelry set to provide a size reference to the man at the ring store (who seemed more than overjoyed to help Blaise pick the perfect ring out the second he named his budget). After three solid hours of browsing through a collection, getting feedback from other employees and various customers, he came to the decision on a double weaved 24k gold band with a large diamond on top with five sapphires on each side of the diamond.
With the ring sitting in a plush velvet case, placed carefully in a nondescript bag, Blaise was on his way home.
Silently driving along, he went through the route without much thought, he had driven it so many times before that it no longer required any brain power from him. Instead he put all his efforts towards re-thinking his plans. As he pulled up into the driveway, he noticed a familiar car sitting out by the curb, and a frown appeared on his face, wiping away any previous good feelings and happy thoughts. Trying to regain his ‘happy’ as he walked up the sidewalk and through the front door, he came around the corner into the living room to see nonchalantly chatting away with his father, or ‘Papi’ Garcia as the fat bastard liked to be called. Noticing his son, the shorter fatter man got up and made a ‘hugging’ gesture, as if his son would want to touch that. Instead he simply glared at him and said,
Gace, love. Didn’t I tell you to stop letting strangers in?
“Son! It has been long time!”
Little warning was provided as the Mexican man waddled over and hugged his son.
Shocked he shoved the man away and glared at him, Papi Garcia seemed to sorta get the message, he took a step back and picked dirt out from under his short fingernails before saying,
“I saw joo on the tv, son! Joo went to the Olympics!”
Blaise snarled at him,
That was a few years ago. dad. I sent you tickets to come see me, you called and asked why I gave you plane tickets then shredded them.
His father didn’t get the message this time, and simply smiled at him and said,
“The girl! She is so preetee!”
Blaise looked over at Grace, then crossed his arms and leaned his weight onto his heels,
What do you want?
character;; BLAISE
word count;; O.64o
reservations;; GRACE
notes;; lololol papi Garcia be annoying son Garcia.
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Post by gracemoselle on Sept 23, 2010 19:35:16 GMT -8
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She didn't really expect the man to be Blaise's father, but as he spoke quite enthusiastically and flailed his arms around, she decided to take his word seriously and let him in. In the back of her mind she just prayed he wasn't some random Mexican who was out to get Blaise and was going to shoot her at any minute, but he just didn't seem like he had any sort of weapon hidden. Letting him sit down on the couch, she politely sat down on one of the chairs and listened to the man ramble on, resting one hand on her stomach (more so out of habit then anything). She tried to understand the mans broken English, and his Spanish accent that was thick. After awhile of really trying, she just gave up and began to nod and smile, and laugh if it sounded somewhat like it was something funny. She just hoped that he didn't ask her if she was a prostitute or anything along those lines, because it could be a bit awkward if she said yes to that question. Luckily for her, it didn't take too long for Blaise to return from wherever he was. Grinning at the sound of his voice, she leaned back on the couch as he came in to view.
Most would be quite happy to see their parents, but Blaise didn't seem to be. She had never really asked Blaise much about the relationship between him and his father, all she knew is that his parents were divorced (or so he had told her). Grace couldn't really criticize him for not being happy to see his dad, because her own relationship with her own father was far from good. She hadn't seen him in years, and she had no intentions on seeing either of her parents soon. Her brother had actually called her the other night for the first time in years, but being how she was toward him she ignored the call and the many drunken texts that he sent her that night. Which really explained why he was calling her in the first place, considering the last time they spoke she told him she never wanted to see his face again.
The two siblings never really had been on the best terms as the years went on, but deep down she did love her brother, no matter what she said.
As the two continued to talk, she felt a pang of jealousy about the Olympics. Not that it was really ever a goal of hers to go to the Olympics, but to show and be known at that level was something she could only imagine. She missed showing in the grand prix, something she had done for years before the fire seemed to end everything. Even though she had shown on of her clients new horses around the modified speed jumpers, it just wasn't the same as the challenging height of a grand prix with a hard course and a horse to call her own that she could do it on. She finally had realized that expecting Time Keeper to ever show at that level, let alone show again was something unrealistic for her to hope.
Standing up and smiling slightly as papi Garcia called her pretty, it didn't really matter who they were from, she adored compliments. Especially if they were about her appearance, she use to be lavished in comments about her riding when she was younger rather than how she looked. So now, she took every compliment she got with a smile. Walking up to Blaise, she wrapped an arm around her boyfriend who rocked back on his heels, looking quite irritated. “Be nice,” she murmured quietly to him, so only he could hear. Looking up at him and raising an eyebrow, she doubted that he was going to be any kinder to his father. Standing close to him, keeping her arm around him, she looked over at his father once more and tried to see the small similarities between the two.
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Post by blaise on Sept 24, 2010 9:19:43 GMT -8
 nothing ever lasts forever For as far back as he could remember, Blaise and his father had never really gotten along. They always seemed to be on different pages of the same book, it was rare for them to even think of seeing eye to eye. Though most of the things they clashed over were minor, the biggest thing that set father and son apart was the way they thought women should be treated. Marcellus ‘Papi’ Garcia was a typical Mexican father and husband who believed that the women raised the children and had very little say in the world, their freedoms were to be limited, and their education none. Of course, this had worked just fine back in Mexico, and Anaisa and his mother had never really bothered to speak out against him, but when they were in America and saw all the freedoms other women had, that’s when they began to finally speak their mind, and Marcellus disliked the sudden change in customs, in the end he never really changed his mind set, he just applied it to a different, younger, bigger boobed woman.
Blaise, on the other hand had a completely different view.
While it was easy for him to lose his temper and he often lashed out, if it was not potentially harming to her health or safety, Blaise had no problem with Grace doing whatever the hell she wanted. It was only when she started to endanger herself or risk others’ lives where he put his foot down and demanded her to back down. Unfortunately, they both saw this situation differently as well, and most of the time it resulted in a fight. The fighting Blaise didn’t mind, the lying is what was really starting to get under his skin; it was worse that he knew, and she had no idea he knew so she continued to spill out lies thinking she was covering her tracks. Maybe if he had no clue as to what she was doing, there’d be no end fight, but he did. Blaise could feel the fight looming on the horizon, and something told him that his father’s recent visit would be the straw that broke the camel’s back. Part of him didn’t want to confront her about it, but if they were about to raise a child together, then she’d have to star being more honest with him.
Liars had no place in his life, which is why he avoided his father as much as possible.
Grace lit up like the Fourth of July when his father complimented her, oh if only she knew he was pretty much talking about her boobs. When she walked over to him and whispered to be nice he simply wrapped an arm around her waist and shook his head. There was no way in heaven or hell that anyone could ever say or do that would make him consider being nice to his father. His eyes widened at the short fat Mexican as he asked,
“ ¿Dar buena cabeza?”
Blaise then narrowed his eyes and snarled at him,
I think it’s time for you to leave.
His father shook his head and went off in a Spanish rant, but Blaise let Grace go and began to usher his father out towards the door, once he was on the other side he said,
Adios, have a great day, please don’t come back, you’re not invited to anything we do.
He then shut the door in his face and was relieved to hear the sound of the motor puttering away a few minutes later, at least his dad got the hint as to when he wasn’t wanted…or he was hungry and was about to leave anyway and his son simply helped him along. Turning back to Grace he wrapped her in a hug and said,
Please stop letting shorter, fatter, crazier versions of me into the house, they’re so annoying and hard to clean up after.
character;; BLAISE
word count;; O.656
reservations;; GRACE
notes;; oh papi Garcia. Don’t ask if your son’s girlfriend gives good head and maybe you won’t get kicked out.
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Post by gracemoselle on Sept 25, 2010 15:16:47 GMT -8
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She didn't push it anymore when he wrapped an arm around her waist and shook his head. Smiling to herself at the contact that she had longed for all day, she rested her head against his arm gently. Watching Blaise's dad with bright, curious eyes. She wondered what he asked Blaise when began to go off in Spanish. Half of her wanted to ask him, but apparently it hadn't been something pleasant by the reaction by her boyfriend. Frowning and tilting her head as he walked off and took his arm from around her, stalking off after his heavier father and closing the door behind him. Raising an eyebrow, she was quite curious toward what he had said (not knowing that it had been sexual relating to her). The thought drifted away as Blaise came back to her and hugged her. Throwing her arms around his neck enthusiastically, she held him close and beamed up at him adoringly.
“Well, how was I supposed to know? You could have told me earlier that you and your dad didn't get along, then I wouldn't have let him in,” she said honestly. Frowning down at her stomach, she sighed loudly. “This is really irritating, you know? My stomach gets in the way of everything. I fucking hate it, I'm like a God damn whale.”
For someone who was always naturally slim, it wasn't a fun transition for her to blow up like a balloon. Her constant streams of complaints was something Blaise had gotten use to, and every time told her she was beautiful and that it'd be worth it. If it weren't him telling her, she probably wouldn't believe it. But she saw by the way he looked at her that he meant every word. A small part of her felt bad every time he'd do that, the little voice inside of her head telling her that she should have been more honest and stop tried to sneak around and ride behind his back even after he had told her not too. Leaning up and kissing him gently, still smiling at him when she pulled away.
“Where have you been all morning?” She asked curiously. “I missed you. And you can only watch the same show jumping competition until you get bored.”
Which was completely true, she hadn't felt one hundred percent this morning and instead of going to the barn to play with her mare she decided just to sprawl on the couch. The two made their way over the couch, Blaise sat down and propped his feet up on the coffee table and began to flip through the channels. Following him, she curled up beside him and smiled as he wrapped his arms around her. Shifting and leaning back in to him, ignoring the TV since he could never decide on something to watch. Frowning down at her stomach, she just stared at it. It took her a moment to realize that it was the baby kicking, blinking and setting her hand on her stomach as she felt it. Her frown turned in to a grin, grabbing one of Blaise's hands and setting it on her stomach. She looked up and studied his face, trying to hide the excitement from hers.
“Did you feel that?” She asked quietly.
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Post by blaise on Oct 18, 2010 10:52:38 GMT -8
nothing ever lasts forever Blaise and his father had never really gotten along in the first place, their relationship was always strained, he tended to lean more towards being a ‘momma’s boy’ without the fits and tears associated with such a man-card revocable status. He really just got along with her more than his father, never truly interested in spending time with the man. After his mother died their relationship grew tighter, almost to a breaking point. Their first fight happened right after she was killed, Blaise had argued that it was all his dad’s fault, but Marcellus had countered with that she could have chosen to stay with him, but the ‘stupid cunt made a bad decision and paid for it’. That was the last time he bothered to exchange any form of ‘intelligent’ conversation with the man.
Anaisa’s death was the straw that finally broke the camel’s back.
It was not the fact that his father’s cluelessness to the disaster he was causing that shattered it, it was the simple fact that he refused to even recognize Ana as his daughter and didn’t bother to attend her funeral. Actually, no one did. It was a one man thing, with Blaise standing there solemnly as he laid his older sister to rest alone beside his mother, a stoic look plastered on his face as the pallbearers placed her mahogany coffin into the ground and started to cover her up. He had buried her with pictures of their family (sans Marcellus), and a vase of her favorite flowers- poppies. Since he had the money, Blaise had instructed that regardless of the season, a bed of poppies was to be growing at the base of her head stone all year round.
It was the best he could do.
However, strangely enough, Blaise rarely visited their graves. He was very much a ‘get it done and move on’ type of person, rarely dwelling on the sorrows and complications that life had given him. He had bigger fish to fry and things to accomplish, things he would not allow to be hindered by his mother and sister’s tragic deaths. While he thought of them daily, he did not mourn over their deaths, knowing he had at least done the right thing of laying them to rest with as much memorabilia that he figured would make them happy if they were alive.
At least he was trying.
A smile brightened his dark eyes as Grace claimed she had no way of knowing that a strikingly similar short and fatter Mexican had asked to come in was his father. His smile turned soft as she looked down at her stomach and began to complain, taking her hand in his and placing both of their hands on her swollen belly he leaned closer and calmly said,
Don’t speak so ill about being pregnant, the baby might hear, then it’ll kick the shit out of your bladder until you piss yourself. At least, that’s what I’d do if I heard you bitching about me, then I’d purposely get bigger just to piss you off. But you do wear pregnancy well, whale or not, you’re my beautiful whale.
He sat down beside her and wrapped his arms around her shoulder and absentmindedly flipped through tv channels, smiling at her question.
He had been running important errands.
The thought of the beautiful ring made him smile, he planned to let her know they were leaving for Hawaii tomorrow, but he still had some things to clear up with her before he threw caution to the wind and tied himself to her for the rest of his life. His eyes brightened immensely as he felt the baby kick then laughed,
Told you it’d get mad at you, he then leaned closer to her belly and said, Do it again, she said bad words.
He then sat back up and cuddled closer to Grace, not paying attention to the tv, his mind running over one thing. It was his turn to ruin the moment as he shattered the peaceful silence with a brutal voice,
Why have you been lying to me about riding?
His gaze had quickly switched from loving to ‘bad cop’.
He wanted to know why and how he could fix it before she did something stupid and killed both herself and his their baby.
character;; BLAISE
word count;; O.722
reservations;; GRACE
notes;; HAH NOW ITS HIS TURN TO KILL THE MOOD
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Post by gracemoselle on Oct 18, 2010 21:21:57 GMT -8
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Blaise never failed to make her smile, no matter what the situation. Well, at least for the most part, and when he was trying to make her. Laughing, she raised an eyebrow at him. “So if I bitch about you you're going to kick me in the bladder until I piss myself? I really, really won't appreciate that, and I don't think baby would either. You see, baby and I have come to the agreement that it won't do that to me,” she said jokingly, leaning in to his touch as he wrapped his arms around her with his hands resting on her stomach. When he called her beautiful, she grinned even wider, leaning back to look up adoringly as he called her beautiful. “I love you,” she said quietly to him, kissing him on the cheek before snuggling closer to him. Closing her eyes, she listened as he flipped through the channels- just being around him made her feel safe, and happy (almost always, there was... quite a few exceptions, but at this current point she was).
Opening her eyes, she studied his face as the baby kicked. His whole expression lifting up completely as he leaned down closer to her belly. She couldn't help but to laugh with him as he tried to make the baby kick again. “I did not,” she protested to him saying that she said bad words, “I could have said a lot worse,” she added jokingly. The feeling of being content spread from her head to her toes, just happy to be with him. This is how the last couple evenings had been spent between them, cuddling and watching as her boyfriend flipped through the channels since he wasn't able just to settle on one program. If there was the odd time that he did, it wouldn't last anymore than twenty minutes before he grew bored of the channel and began to flip through them once more.
It was probably bad that she spent that much time laying on the couch with him that she would know that. She had a feeling that if she wasn't pregnant she wouldn't know it, because when she hadn't been (or when she had been in her earlier months) she would spend a lot of her time at the barn. Dealing with horses and needy students, but precanceling training rides for certain people had cut off quite a few hours of being at the barn. She would have tried to stretch it out longer if she could have, but half the time she either felt like shit and came home exhausted after just a couple of rides (not to mention she wasn't supposed to even be riding). And as if Blaise could read her thoughts, he brought up the topic.
She was glad that she hadn't been looking at him when he had asked the question, because the colour drained from her face and she hadn't been able to mask the shock right away. Scrunching her face in to a frown, she looked over at him and met his cold gaze. It frightened her how fast it had been from adoring and affectionate to the same frigid, irritated look he had wore whenever she use to mention Jace. “What?”
[/b] She said slowly, more from the shock of the whole situation then anything. Opening her mouth to speak again, she just couldn't find words and closed it. Biting her lower lip slightly, she studied him and contemplated how to go with the whole situation. Weighing out her options she came to two conclusions, she could either lie, or tell him the truth. It didn't quite seem like he was going to understand that it was something she had to do- she just couldn't be around horses and not ride for no good reason. After all, the doctor had told her she could ride up to seven months (as long as she took it easy and was cautious, but she didn't quite know the definition of taking it easy and being careful). She had a couple weeks to go, and she had planned to sneak as many rides in as she possibly could. She didn't think Blaise was going to understand that, and she struggled to find a way for her to word it for him to understand. Shaking her head, she already knew this was going to be a conversation that wasn't going to go down that well. “Well,” she said slowly. “I don't-”[/b] she stopped, looking up at him and frowning. “-know. The doctor said I could ride up to seven months as long as I took it easy,” she began. Excluding the part about being careful, because she knew as well as he did that riding Tiny wasn't being careful. The more she thought about it, the more she realized how stupid she was being. She wondered if he knew about her riding Tiny, or if he just knew that she had been riding other horses still. Sighing, she continued on. “So I didn't... really see a reason not too. And I just... I have to ride. It's something I have to do, I just can't... not ride. Even when I've been broken I've still climbed on,” she said, shrugging. “I know it probably makes no sense to you. It was just... easier that way since I knew you wouldn't be thrilled about the whole situation.”Looking up at his cold gaze, she shifted out of his arms and studied him. [/blockquote][/size][/color][/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - -
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Post by blaise on Oct 27, 2010 10:36:46 GMT -8
nothing ever lasts forever If it were a normal, non-family member, Blaise could tolerate being lied to for a long, long time. He had tolerated Grace’s lies for a good while, keeping the venomous secret that he knew to himself, he gave her the benefit of the doubt that the guilt of lying to her one and only true love, the man whose baby she was carrying, would get to her and she’d break down. He hoped she had less of a criminal mindset, less cold hearted, and that his happiness would come first in her life as her happiness did in his. He prayed she would stop the reckless behavior. It had started with her just riding when she wasn’t supposed to be, then escalated to her riding Tiny when he had specifically told her not to since he was in the works of trying to kill the mare, each time he thought of it, it hurt him.
He had been wrong.
There was one major personality flaw in Blaise (aside from his short temper and controlling nature); it was that he hated being wrong. Being wrong told him he was not perfect and Blaise had spent a good portion of his life telling himself he was perfect (something his parents should have done, but didn’t so he had to do it himself…with devastatingly ego-pumping effects). It was very rare that he was wrong, or even slightly wrong. What made the present situation even worse was that it was Grace who had made him realize he was wrong and look like a fool. She had lied.
He also hated liars.
Thanks to lies, his mother and sister were dead, thanks to lies, he had to bury his mother and sister alone. Thanks to lies, he ended up without any family that loved him at 16, no mother at 14. He was just a kid, far too young to be putting his elders in the ground. No one had showed up on those two ironically rainy days, he was thankful it rained because the rain hid the tears that held the pain that was eating him away from the inside out like an incurable cancer. His father had lied to the cartels, he had faked his death to escape punishment; but in doing so he brought down the mighty axe of cartel law and wrath on the neck of his two female family members.
It was thanks to his father that his strong view of respecting women (when they didn’t piss him off) had been planted.
Staring at Grace as she sat in silence, he wondered how many more lies she was cooking up, what defense or alibi she was planning on using; unfortunately for her whatever lie she planned on rebutting with, he had plenty of truth to shove up her ass. While most might worry at his ability to control his emotions, he found it completely normal. She spoke, and he was mildly (but not too terribly) shocked that she was telling the truth. Perhaps what they say is wrong; that a trapped rat will not always fight their way out. Narrowing his eyes at her he closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose before growling at her but kept his tone even,
I understand, I really do. When I’m laid up and can’t ride I want nothing more than to get out there on a horse and work away the stress and troublesome thoughts. But I also have the sense to know that if I hurt myself further it’ll only take longer to get better, or I’ll never get better at all. I know you can ride up to 7 months pregnant, I was there for that. And this doesn’t even have to do with the pregnancy, I’ve known forever that you’ve lied to me about riding back when you weren’t supposed to when Tiny broke the shit out of you, I’m not an idiot, Grace.
She simply gaped at him.
Taking her silence as a sign that she didn’t expect him to know, he continued on, his voice growing colder and more tense as he went (losing control would be the worst for him to do at this moment),
I love you, I really do. But you’re so oblivious to what can happen to you; I don’t understand your drive because you have shitty horses that aren’t getting you anywhere anyway. If you had a decent shot at the Games or Olympics, I’d be on your side, but you only own horses that want to kill you or are crippled. Not world class champion quality if you ask me.
She looked furious now that he had even mentioned it, and she opened her mouth to speak, but he cut her off,
I can stand you riding horses that are well behaved and not going to put you into the dirt the second they feel there’s something wrong. But you’ve been riding Tiny this whole time. Tiny, the mare that broke you and me. What if she hurt you bad enough to kill the baby? What if she killed you? I asked you not to, that’s all you had to do, just stay off of her, but I’m not an ignorant fuck-wad Grace, when I come in to ride her the next day and there are problems there that I fixed a day before. What’s worse is you lied when I asked you what you did that day. I’d ask ‘How was your day, what did you do at the barn?’ you’d simply reply ‘nothing’, Grace. NOTHING.
Grace looked away for a moment then looked back at him.
A fire of determination (and bad decision) lit up in her eyes, and he could almost read her mind as she opened her mouth to put her own word in, her jaw set in a stubborn line as she said,
But Tiny never did anything to me.
His eyes widened and the loose grip of control he had over his temper was gone, he clenched his fists and snarled at her,
THAT’S BECAUSE I’VE BEEN RIDING HER THE DAY BEFORE UNTIL SHE’S SO DEAD SHE’S ABOUT TO FALL OVER FROM EXHAUSTION. BECAUSE I DON’T WANT YOU TO DIE BECAUSE YOU’RE NOTHING BUT A FILTHY FUCKING LIAR. A liar that may as well not even be worth my time.
He shoved her back and stood up, still glaring at her with pain in his eyes, his voice was calm when he spoke next,
Do you know why I hate liars, Grace? Do you even want to know why I believe that liars are better off dead? Why I’m tempted to tell you that maybe Tiny should have thrown you off and stepped on your face until you died simply because you lied and deserved it?
Grace only stared now, clearly terrified, Blaise’s temper flared again and he screamed,
BECAUSE OF LIARS, I HAD TO BURY MY MOTHER AND SISTER BEFORE THEIR TIME. BECAUSE OF MY FILTHY MOTHERFUCKING LYING FATHER, MY MOM AND SISTER WERE BRUTALLY RAPED AND TORTURED TO DEATH BY DRUG CARTELS THAT HUNTED THEM DOWN.
His hands were shaking, he took another step away from her.
Swallowing, he crossed his arms in an attempt to keep from breaking her hand…or her neck. Clenching his jaw he bit back bitter tears, but because he still dwelled upon the entire situation so deeply, he could not keep all the tears locked up, one or two slid down his face and he wiped them away before whispering,
My father didn’t even care that they were dead; they got the shittiest funerals because I had to pay for them. I was working to death on farms just to pay for a simple funeral. I had only asked that it be a beautiful day they were buried, but it rained both god damn times. Liars have no place in my life, and I doubt you’ll have one in mine much longer.
He didn’t give her much time to respond before storming up to his room and kicking his door shut, the entire house shuddered, a few pictures (one of him and his sister as young kids) fell off the wall on the staircase and the frame shattered, sending shards of glass scattering across the wooden stairs.
In his back pocket, he still had the ring. His plans hadn’t changed, but Grace had a lesson or two to learn before she brought a child into the world.
character;; BLAISE
word count;; 1.412
reservations;; GRACE
notes;; WELL THEN. Dear Grace, don’t lie to Blaise about something so serious or he might want to kill you.
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Post by gracemoselle on Oct 30, 2010 19:47:53 GMT -8
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Now this was exactly why she hadn't told Blaise, because she knew he was going to react in the way he was now. She had actually assumed that he was going to go fly off the handle and yell at her, but his less than pleased tone seemed to imply that it was possible to be coming. Shifting on the couch, she studied him wearily as his tone began to slowly tremble and escalate with the anger she could see building in his eyes. She opened her mouth to speak, try and defend the fact that she wasn't quite seven months pregnant yet, therefore she was still okay to be riding. Because in her mind, she wasn't doing anything wrong (well, not horribly wrong). It was just the style she had been raised, if things were better left untouched then they were just left that way, even if it meant squirming their way around the path lying through their teeth. Her parents had never cared, and she had never really had to stretch out the lies to a horrible extent. Blood suddenly ran cold, her heart stopping in her chest at his comment that he knew she had been riding Tiny. Now, that was something she hadn't expected. She had been foolish enough to think that he'd never catch one, but she was so wrong. Swallowing hard, she just gaped at him at the shock that he had known for so long and never said a single thing.
She couldn't think of a thing to say, meeting his cold gaze she remained speechless. As he continued on, she just listened. But the comment that he said drew the line, snapping her jaw together hard and clenching her teeth together, she watched him with narrowed eyes. That is where she drew the line, he could tell her she wasn't going to get anywhere as much as he wanted, but the moment he commented on her horses she was going to get defensive. Especially Time Keeper, even if he said that truthfully- she never expected him to be a world class horse, she had never strived to reach the World Equestrian Games or the Olympics like some, but he had been worth his weight in gold. Taking her from the junior hunters and big equitation, to the modified jumpers, to the dressage ring up to third level back to the grand prix ring within years. That horse meant a hell of a lot to her, in her mind, that horse was better than world class materiel. Sneering at him slightly, she opened her mouth to tell him that not everyone had the same goals and ambitions as him, and that she didn't quite give a flying fuck toward what he thought about her horses. When he cut her off, the anger seemed to burn a bit deeper, lighting up like a wild fire on a dry summer day. She was going to give him a piece of her mind, she was more than ready to chew him out but as he continued she softened the tension in her jaw and studied him.
Blaise had made a very good point that she had never thought of. In her mentality that she rode well enough to be smart that Tiny wouldn't dump her ass in to the dirt again. Foolish, naive, a mindset that nothing would ever happen to her (even though she knew it could). It was hard for her to explain, but she swallowed hard and watched him, not even realizing that she had set her hand on her stomach when he said she could have gotten the baby killed. A part of her backed down, realizing that she had been wrong to keep riding her horse after she had gotten herself pregnant. But the other part, that was much larger than the part that backed down burned too hot and furious. Yes, the mare could have done something to her, but she didn't- and that was all that counted. Looking away from his bitter, angry gaze, she glanced down at the floor for a moment. Determination and frustration evident in her features as she met his glance once more.
“But Tiny never did anything to me,” she finally said after silence had fallen. That definitely hadn't been the right thing to say, but it had been truthful. She slunk back in the couch as that made her boyfriend explode. Jumping up with his hands clenched in to fists, he snarled at her dangerously. She watched him evenly, her expression almost emotionless and bored at his outburst. But in the back of her mind she worried that he might hit her perhaps, and she slunk back in to the couch more trying to avoid that possibility. Snapping up straighter once more as he told her she wasn't worth his time, her temper flaring once more.
“Oh shut the fuck up,” she growled. “If I'm so filthy and not worth your time, why the fuck are you letting me stick around? And if you think I'm better off dead, Blaise, then maybe you're not who I thought you were, and that I'm wasting my time in another relationship that's never going to be functional. IF YOU REALLY LOVED ME, YOU WOULDN'T IMPLY THAT I WAS BETTER OFF DEAD OR BE TEMPTED TO TELL ME THAT YOU WISHED MY HORSE CRUSHED MY SKULL IN.” Her voice shook in frustration, and hurt. Feeling like she was on the verge of tears suddenly. Swallowing hard, she just glared at him.
She was more hurt than anything now, for him to imply that she was better off dead. A small bit of fear finally struck her as she watched him, and as his temper flared once more. She just stared, bracing herself slightly and waiting for him to smack her again. And what he said, was something that she never had expected. She stayed silent, staring at him in disbelief now more than fear, unable to even comprehend what he just said. Opening her mouth, she went to say something, but closed it quickly and just shook her head. That... couldn't have happened, she didn't want to believe that her boyfriend had been through that kind of drama in his life. She couldn't imagine ever going through that. She pulled hard through the book of memories, flipping the pages to try and remember him ever saying anything about that. Except the first time they had gone out, and he said his father was divorced. Frowning up at him as he wiped away two angry tears, she realized that she had never seen him cry, or even be close to it. Right now she would feel like a total ass hole, but she was too hurt and mad to even care. Finishing off the argument and walking off without giving her a chance to speak, or even settle her thoughts she cringed as he slammed the door which was followed by the shattering of glass.
Rubbing her face, she let a couple tears of frustration slide down her cheeks as she stood up and made her way over to where the shards of glass laid on the floor. No matter how hurt or made she was with him, she didn't want him to do something stupid and step on glass. Carefully picking out the two pictures, she looked at it for a moment and carefully slid them in the corners of other pictures. Walking off again to grab a broom and sweeping up the glass, she made sure to try and get all of it. After awhile she just said fuck it, shaking her head and muttering to herself angrily. Snatching her purse off the counter, she threw it over her shoulder and kicked her shoes on, slamming the door behind her (just without the same amount of forth that Blaise had). Storming (a bit of a waddle) off down the driveway she climbed in to her car, just needing to go somewhere for a couple of hours. Half of her just wanted to keep driving and driving away, but she couldn't bring herself to- she had no where to go. Grinding her teeth, she pulled out of the driveway, still wounded from what he had said. Sighing in frustration, she knew that Blaise wouldn't care, or probably even notice she was gone. Because he knew that she'd come back, she always came back, no matter how bad the situation was. Her patience with Jace had proved that, but she couldn't bring herself to stay away from Blaise like she had with Jace.
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NOTES-- im sorry, i dont know how much this makes sense. im drugged up on my pain medication so... it made a bit of sense in my mind LOL
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Post by blaise on Nov 3, 2010 10:24:02 GMT -8
nothing ever lasts forever He spent the rest of his night packing to blow off steam. He knew that if he had tried to go in and make amends a few hours after the fight, they’d still both be too hotheaded to calm down and properly talk the situation over, so instead he focused his knotted up energy on angrily folding and throwing their clothes into several suitcases, there was so much he wanted to say, if only he could hold her down and beat common sense and a sense of right and wrong into her he would, but that was probably illegal and most certainly frowned upon. It would also be a hard case to defend, no jury would buy that the reason he beat his pregnant girlfriend was because she was a stupid bitch that he loved but knew needed to learn a few lessons before he let her loose on the world to parent a child.
In all honesty, he hadn’t meant to say everything, but self control was always thrown to the wind when it came to arguments and his temper.
True to the Mexican culture, Blaise had a decent control over his emotions, but was rarely in control in the heat of the moment, often times leaving the consequences up to chance as trying to force any sort of restraint would only be effort. If anything, he was just really good at switching the flip, and it was not uncommon for him to be happy as a clam after he had just chewed someone out, he didn’t really like to dwell and believe it or not, rarely held grudges. He only went to the extremes if he had to; the fight with Grace being one of the best examples of his emotional control yet.
That is, until Grace (or someone else) pushed him back to the edge and let him fly.
With little disregard to what Grace might want to do after their fight, he continued on with his plan and bought two plane tickets to Hawaii and made sure the ring was carefully tucked away in a safe place where it was least likely to be lost or stolen, seeing that should he lose the most important prop to the vacation, it’d simply be nothing more than a vacation in Hawaii and not the place where he proved to her that no matter what shit she pulled with him, he’d be there forever and always by her side waiting to catch her when she fell.
He wasn’t even worried about her turning him down.
His self confidence was far too high to factor in the possibility of failure (he didn’t handle failure too well and therefore never really brought the idea of it into any of his situations, he only expected success; nothing more nothing less). Somewhere around midnight, he heard Grace pull out of the driveway and wondered where she’d go. She was pregnant, so she couldn’t go out and drink until she passed out, she had little friends to go crawling to looking for a shoulder to cry on, he had sold her security lacking apartment a long time ago so she didn’t have a place to sit in solitude, and they both knew Carlee would shoot her for trespassing on the farm at such ungodly hours of the night. Thus, her only two options were to drive around until she ran out of gas and wait until she wasn’t mad at him to call him to come get her, or drive for a little bit then realize she had nowhere to go and come back and sulk in the guest bedroom.
Blaise had his money on the second option.
Around two in the morning, he was right; she was back. With two suitcases filled to the brim, he laid down on their bed, sprawled out across the sheets and stared at the ceiling. No thoughts of doubt of his next plan entered his mind, he was sure as hell that he wanted to marry her, and figured she wanted to as well, seeing that she hadn’t run away yet. And like they said, if you like it up a ring on it; and he was going to do that. He couldn’t sleep, far too excited to calm down. Finally, at about seven he got up and began to cook breakfast sandwiches they could eat on the way to the airport, he dragged the suitcases down the stairs and put them into his truck. At nine, two hours away from departure, he walked into the guest bedroom.
Sitting down on the bed where Grace was sprawled he put a hand on her sheet-covered shin and squeezed lightly.
Hey baby, get up. We’re leaving. Please just don’t argue with me, we need to get out of the house and go somewhere, I’ve got us all packed…I even packed your makeup and other shit that makes your suitcase weigh more than a grown man. I’m sorry about last night.
She stirred and stared at him, he could see the pain in her eyes and was sorry that he had done that, but if he had to he’d carry her pregnant ass out the door. Taking her hands he dragged her out of bed and stood her up before handing her some clothes and said,
Please get dressed, but I’m not opposed to dressing you myself.
She mumbled some defiant words about the night before and he sighed and rubbed his face,
Ok, in my defense, I do love you. If I didn’t you wouldn’t still be here, I wouldn’t even have cared about your safety after Jace’s dad almost killed you, I would have left you long before last night, more like the day I found out about you lying to me, I wouldn’t have let you keep up the lying for so long living under the false hope that you’d feel guilty about lying to me, but hey. We all make mistakes, I was wrong. Whatever. But we’re going to Hawaii for a few days to just relax on the beach or in the hotel, whatever, and I will carry you out of this house kicking and screaming if you make me.
character;; BLAISE
word count;; 1.o35
reservations;; GRACE
notes;; HE WILL CARRY YOU OUT, GRACE.
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Post by gracemoselle on Nov 3, 2010 22:06:35 GMT -8
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Driving around in Addison was probably the most pointless thing for her do to. The only sound was the quiet mutter of the radio, and at 1 AM there wasn't any other cars on the road. Normal people would be in bed, but there was no way she could sleep. She had a whole tank of gas to burn and a shitload of time, so she'd just keep driving until she either got herself lost, or ran out of gas. Though both were likely possibilities, she had a feeling that she'd be back before either of them happened. Half of her wanted to go get a cup of coffee and sit in the parking lot, but she wasn't supposed to drink caffeine (something she hadn't taken well considering she lived off of caffeine). Sighing to herself, she shifted on her seat and stared up at the red light waiting for it to turn green once more. There wasn't even anything for her to look at as she drove along, back at home when she was younger, when they were bored (and really tipsy) they'd go walk around for hours through the crowded streets of Manhattan and somehow find a lot of amusement out of it.
Looking back, she didn't quite understand what had been so fun about it.
Driving around for another hour, she found herself feeling slightly nauseous and tired. Finally she made her way home. Feeling a bit childish as she made no effort to be quiet, letting the door slam behind her (slightly hoping to wake him up). Mumbling angrily to herself, she didn't want to go upstairs. Settling for the guest room where they had slept when Blaise had broken his leg. Flopping down on her back, she groaned and rubbed her face. Half of her just wanted to curl up and sleep in her jeans, but that wouldn't be all that comfortable after awhile. Stalking off in the dark house to the laundry room, she tore through the drier and ended up grabbing a pair of shorts and one Blaise's shirts. Not caring that it was his, she wandered back in to her room and changed. Crawling in to the sheets, she curled up (well, to the best of her ability with her stomach getting in the way). Laying there for a long time, thoughts running through her mind. Just thinking that just a year ago that the whole idea of pregnancy would have made her laugh, and that she'd never go through with it. At the time riding had been the only thing that mattered, that and Jace (but she hadn't meant anything to him in return). Now it was different, and her priorities had changed in just months of meeting Blaise. It was funny, how meeting someone could impact your life in such a positive way so quickly.
Before she knew it, she had fallen asleep and was woken up by her hands being squeezed and the sound of her boyfriend's (soon to be fiance's) voice. Blinking groggily, she almost went to pull him closer until the memories of last night rushed through her. Sighing at him, she was tempted to rip her hands from him and turn over. It took her a moment to even realize what he had said to her, frowning and slowly finally waking up she sat up and frowned at him. “Leaving? What? Where? When- huh?” Apparently it was a bit too much to spring such information at her at nine in the morning. His apology about last night made her frown, her heart throbbing in her chest. Letting him pull her out of bed, she stood up and studied him for a moment. Sighing at the clothing that he handed her, she put it down on the bed and watched him as he continued to talk. She couldn't stay mad at him, even when every fibre and nerve ending inside of her wanted to be. Stepping closer to him, she wrapped her arms around him and pressed her face in to his chest. Suddenly overwhelmed with the desire to be close to him. “I love you too,” she said meekly, even with her face covered she knew he would be able to hear her.
Looking up at his comment about Hawaii, she laughed and shook her head. Stepping back, she frowned up at him (still keeping her arms wrapped around him, her stomach pressed against him slightly, making her feel very fat). “As nice as that sounds, I just can't drop everything and leave for Hawaii unfortunately. I have students to teach and can't just leave like that, some of them might have a coronary if I leave.” Unwrapping her arms from him, she grabbed the clothing from the bed. Getting changed silently, she looked over at him as she turned around, running her fingers through the ends of her brunette ringlets. “I don't think you'd want to be seen wandering around a beach in Hawaii with me either, I'm a bit of a whale if you haven't noticed.”
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NOTES-- ':CCILY' i think you may need to carry her out blaise xD
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Post by blaise on Nov 10, 2010 13:56:31 GMT -8
nothing ever lasts forever Blaise knew that Grace would complain, that she’d say she had lessons to cover, but he had already talked to three other capable trainers at the farm and they had said they were more than happy to take care of Grace’s few lessons that she had for the days they’d be gone, he had given most of the responsibility to Shane, as he knew that if he were stupid enough to let Carson or Carlee take over Grace would only come back to piles of emotional wrecks that she could probably do absolutely nothing with would only get him in trouble, he’d given the tougher spirited higher level students to Carson and Carlee depending on their discipline and the ones that would probably cry the second they were told to go jump one single line without stirrups until they got it right to Shane (those students included Kaitlyn, he figured she got out easy on it all).
At least he sort of thought ahead.
When she got closer to him and hugged him, he felt a certain familiar warmness spread through his body, starting at his toes and reaching all the way to the top of his head, it was ridiculous how even the slightest contact with her was the perfect amount, happy to be near her whenever he could be. She mumbled a return ‘I love you’, and he smiled and wrapped an arm around her tighter, careful not to squish her belly (she probably wouldn’t have liked that). Her incredulous laugh at his idea of a vacation and declaration that she’d have some students burst an artery if she even left the state told him all he needed to know about how to get her out of the house, he figured he’d have to carry her; that no amount of reassurance that he’d gotten her lessons taken care of wouldn’t make her budge.
She then said he probably didn’t want to be seen wandering down a beach with her.
Like a father would a child, he ruffled her hair slightly and said,
Danielle will be just fine without you, I’ve got Shane taking care of the lessons of your sensitive students and gave your harder-headed students to Carlee and Carson, you honestly think I’d randomly whip up a vacation out of nowhere without being prepared for your fight and excuses? Silly Grace. I think of just about everything I can. And hey, maybe we’ll get a lot of media attention when locals think I’m walking a beached whale through the sand.
He couldn’t help but smile at his own joke, but she should know better by now that he in no way meant that she was fat, throughout her entire pregnancy, she had often made jokes that she was enormous, but Blaise merely dismissed them and said he saw no change in her other than the rather rotund belly, but knew that had nothing to do with her actual weight.
However, her complex worried him and he secretly kept an eye on what she ate (or didn’t eat).
Looking at a now clothed Grace he shook his head at her and said,
Ok, I see. I’m going to have to carry you. Lucky me I have everything packed up in the truck, let’s go little girl.
He reached forward and pulled her towards him, but quickly knocked her on the back of her knees and caught her just as she started to fall, swinging one arm under her back and the other under her legs he smirked at her and said,
Shall we?
And headed towards the door like nothing had happened, simply nudging them open as he went. He placed Grace in his truck and buckled her in then calmly walked to his side and started up the truck, they were off and there was nothing Grace could say about it unless she wanted to jump out of a moving vehicle.
He didn’t think she’d want to do that, so for now he was relaxed and happy.
character;; BLAISE
word count;; O.67o
reservations;; GRACCEEE
notes;; told you he’d pick her up.
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Post by gracemoselle on Nov 12, 2010 23:55:57 GMT -8
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Like a father would to their child, he reached out and ruffled her hair. Causing her to just shake her head at him. Blaise's words didn't reassure much, actually, they didn't reassure her one bit. Out of all her students that she worried about, Danielle wasn't the one on the top of her list. Right now, there was a lot of things she was more concerned about her younger students. Especially now that Winter was coming quickly, and all the horses were starting to get fresh in the cooler weather. The young ones were showing it more than any others, and the little girls sitting stride younger ponies were having some trouble. She feared that leaving would end in a complete and utter disaster. Danielle could hold her own for the most part, a lesson or two with Carson or Carlee could do the girl some good. Grace had figured if she had made it this far she would have made her or break her, and she could take enough that a criticism wouldn't break her one bit. Maybe there would be a few stray tears here and there, depending what horse she rode, but overall they couldn't do anything too bad. Sighing as Blaise wrapped his arms around her, looking up at him a soft smile tugged at the corners of her mouth in return. She couldn't help but to just smile now at his comments, she had (mostly) gotten over the fact that she was going to get fat being pregnant and all.
That being said, she still wasn't pleased about it.
“They'd be so disappointed to find out it's just a pregnant Grace Moselle rather than a beached whale. At least you'd get some amusement out of it,” she commented, raising an eyebrow at him. Now, normally at any other given circumstance (aka her not being pregnant) she would have died at an opportunity to go to Hawaii and sprawl out on the warm sand in the sun. Now, she wasn't too enthused by going to somewhere where she'd like to spend most of the time at the beach in a bathing suit. She didn't even really want to see herself in a bathing suit now.
She hadn't actually expected him to carry her out. Without any warning she found her knees buckling and herself tumbling back, squealing in shock as he caught her and lifted her up easily. Her heart pounding in her chest at the adrenaline rush from thinking she was falling. She shook her head, looking up at him and frowning in protest as he smirked down at her. “Not impressed, Blaise Garcia. Put me down.” Of course, he just smiled and wandered out like nothing was going on. This wasn't the first time by any chance that he had to carry her somewhere, sliding her arms around his neck in defeat as he did so. It made her feel a bit better that he carried her easily, making her feel like she wasn't as much of a whale like how she felt.
“Put me down,” she mumbled again, but as he strapped her in to the truck. “I'm not going to Hawaii,” she said in protest, but he had none of that as he made his way around and started the vehicle. Crossing her arms, she looked over at him, not one hundred percent sure he was actually going to take her there or not. But by the time they had made their way down the road, she realized he most definitely hadn't been kidding.
“Fine. Fine. You win.”
As if she really had any other choice.
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. screaming match timez.