Rachel Black
Settled in Forks
Human Imprintee of Paul Ketwa
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Post by Rachel Black on Jan 13, 2009 0:41:30 GMT -5
{Eclipse: At Claires third birthday party} Rachel didn’t get it. Yeah, it was a little odd how close Quil and Claire were, and yes, it was strange how protective he was over a three year old. But Billy had explained that they shared a bond. She was sure that Paul knew this, so it didn’t make sense that he was spazzing over nothing. And worst of all he was flipping out in front of a little girl and her traumatized aunt. She couldn’t wait to hear his twisted explanation. After all it had to be good, he was too angry for it to be over something miniscule, even though Paul seemed to have the ability to phase over biting his tongue.
Rachel let out a deep breath and smiled as she passed the boy who had just entered the home. She kept the tips of her fingers on Paul’s back, tracing little circles, in an attempt to make him more at ease. She knew it was probably stupid not to fear him, especially after seeing what could happen to her, the thought of Emily’s scars made her shiver. There was no breeze rustling through the trees, not even the birds were chirping, it was an ominous feeling that took her.
Once they were in front of the home and closer to the street she walked around to face him. He looked like he was going to blow up. She took one large hand in both of hers realizing it would be best if she tried to calm him before she began the questioning. “Paul,” she breathed and her voice came out more gentle this time. “What the hell was that about?” she asked the question but her voice seemed too sweet too gentle for what she had asked. Her eyes were intent on understanding what his problem was.
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Paul Ketwa
Settled in Forks
Werewolf, Tough Man, Imprinted on Rachel Black
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Post by Paul Ketwa on Jan 14, 2009 14:48:07 GMT -5
Paul allowed Rachel to shepherd him away from the confrontation, he knew that she knew what was best for him, even if he didn’t agree sometimes. He would always do what she thought best, though, it pained him to make her unhappy, though sometimes it was unavoidable. The hand on his back was comforting, somehow fighting back the violent tremors with a gentle motion, which only she could do. He still wanted to go back in there and rip Quil’s head off, Embry’s too if he wanted to stick his nose where it didn’t belong, but first he would keep his Rachel happy.
By the time they had moved outside the shivers had subsided, and away from the pink and purple freak show inside, his anger wasn’t so easily aroused. He faced his girlfriend, his eyes still hard with tension and allowed her to take one of his hot hands into her own. His hand was even warmer than usual, like a small sun between her palms. He exhaled and swept in another deep breath, finding it unsatisfying in the still, uncharacteristically stuffy air. His nose wrinkled and he looked away from her towards the house, though he left his hand in hers. Her gentle voice served to sooth him more, though he felt his skin prickle as snippets of laugher escaped from the house.
“That idiot pack brother of mine,” he muttered, his voice dark. The muscles in his jaw visibly clenched and he ground his teeth together, knowing he would have to explain, but simultaneously unwilling to share it with her. He didn’t want to have to get into the mushy crap that surrounded the whole imprinting business - how could he separate what he and Rachel had from what Claire and Quil had when it was supposed to be the same damned thing? He was no big brother to Rachel Black. He unwillingly shifted his flashing dark eyes back to his girlfriend. “Don’t you see it?”
His lip curled into a snarl before he could stop it.
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Rachel Black
Settled in Forks
Human Imprintee of Paul Ketwa
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Post by Rachel Black on Jan 16, 2009 10:49:21 GMT -5
Rachel watched his jaw clench, and as it did she raised her eye brow in question. She knew he got angry too easily on a normal basis, but this was just ridiculous. She took a deep breath, and shook her head when he asked the question. No, she didn’t see it. Quil never touched Claire the wrong way, never looked at the little girl with bad intent, she would have seen it if he did. After all before her father had told her about the special bond she had been thinking Quil may have some real issues. She considered the thought of him having a lack of childhood which could drive him to wanting to be around kids to make up for it. But, the whole bonding thing made a ton more sense, and it rekindled the way she had always thought of Quil when he was growing up.
“Um, look here Mr. Grinch,” she said her smile fading. She looked up at her boyfriend, she adored him but the anger issues were a little much. Especially at little girls birthday parties, she had to wonder if he lost his temper so much on a normal basis what would keep him from killing her when she was the upset one. She tried to keep her voice soft, but her frustration was peeking through. “I think you may need some counseling.” She knew he probably wouldn’t take that too well, but she wasn’t sure what was constantly going on in that head of his.
“Unless,” she began, “you explain to me what the hell I can do to help you.” She offered. "Why does it bother you so damn much?" She really wanted to yell at him, to tell him he could be such a jerk. But she doubted that would help her understand him better. If he refused to give her answers though, there was bound to be a full fledged fight. It was brewing, she could feel it. Rachel bit her lip as she waited for answers. She tilted her head, wondering if he would feel obligated to explain himself or turn his fury on her.
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Paul Ketwa
Settled in Forks
Werewolf, Tough Man, Imprinted on Rachel Black
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Post by Paul Ketwa on Jan 28, 2009 18:36:17 GMT -5
Paul’s jaw jutted out in stubborn annoyance as Rachel called him Mr. Grinch. Usually, nothing Rachel did could upset him, unless she really tried, but today his irritation levels were at their peak, anything could set him off. Even a jibe in such an innocent way as calling him a children’s Christmas tale character. He looked away as he saw the gentle expression on Rachel’s face fall, her smile disappearing as though it had never been there, and he blamed Quil for making him upset his imprintee. Stupid, imprinted, level-headed, likeable Quil. This was all that oaf’s fault. How dare he cause tension in their relationship just because he couldn’t imprint on someone normal?! His teeth ground together with a skull-jarring sound as he fought to resist his angry, wolfish nature from coming through.
“What?!” he exploded, making no effort to control the angry loudness of his voice. Every ounce was filtered into making sure he didn’t explode on the street where any amount of grannies were twitching curtains to make sure there wasn’t too much ruckus at the party. She thought he needed counselling? Him, and talk about what - ’ooh yeah, I find being a big wolf just sooo stressful… blah blah blah’, of all the idiotic. “Are you freaking joking? Of all the-”
He cut himself off, turning his hulking back on her and gripping at one of the slats of the fence, fighting the violent tremors running through him. He listened to her demanding words and his mouth twisted further into the black, stormy expression, hurt that she couldn’t just understand him automatically. Wasn’t that the whole damned point?
“Then maybe you can’t help me,” he tossed his hand up and span to face her again. “I’m a lost cause, who gives a damn? You clearly shouldn’t.” He wasn’t stupid, he could hear the cutting, unreasonable resonance to his tone and knew that he was being unfair. But could he stop himself? No. Rachel deserved better, a wolf that wasn’t a psycho. He felt he owed her an explanation, but how was he supposed to explain everything here and now. “One day he and Claire will have sex. It’s. Wrong.”
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Rachel Black
Settled in Forks
Human Imprintee of Paul Ketwa
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Post by Rachel Black on Jan 28, 2009 19:39:45 GMT -5
Rachel was really getting annoyed at his lack of patience. He was like a two year old with his little temper tantrums. It surprised her when his response became an explosion. His raspy voice sounding more vicious than she had believed it could. Her body’s reaction was to pull back in angst. But her mind, her mind was a different story. It felt no fear, not even his quivering muscles gave her alarm, just fueled her frustration that had quickly boiled over to anger. “Did you just,” she paused trying very hard to keep her voice low and calm. “Did you just frickin’ yell at me?!” she asked hypothetically, laughing a little. She had been warned about his lack of manners, but the warning contradicted what he had shown of himself when in her presence. His question was like a jab at her gut, there was no communication. Those efforts were slowly sinking. “Do I look like I’m joking!?” She yelled back. Losing her own patience in the battle of his.
When he turned around amidst her speaking she was instantly infuriated. She should have known better than to date a younger man. Her friends always told her young guys would just be trouble. But, what would they say about younger werewolves? Her hands flew up in an attempt at a truce. She needed him to calm down, a little girl was blowing out candles, she shouldn’t have to see Rachel lying in the front yard surrounded by a pool of blood. She took a deep breath and attempted to start again, “Listen,” she touched his quaking arm gently, “maybe we can move this-”
His outbreak of words almost made her stumble backwards. Pain trickled into her eyes with each blow his words commanded. She didn’t know how she was able to fall in love in a matter of weeks, and she hated the fact that she did. But he existed within her, every beat of her heart had a touch of Paul in it. She pursed her lips, holding back her own set of hurtful words that he probably wouldn’t feel an iota as much as she did. She listened to his words instead trying to focus on him and not her own torn heart.
Her eyebrows shot up with the last set of words. “You are really f***in’ demented you know that?!” she asked her voice almost breaking. She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes. She had only wanted to help. She marched up to him and poked him hard in the gut, her finger bent in an unhealthy way and she winced. Immediately bringing up the other had with the band aid to hold it. “Ah! I f***in’ hat you!” she yelled and took a breath. “I want to hate you! Why can’t I just do it!?” she yelled more at herself now than him as she turned to walk away holding her injured finger. He had hurt her feelings worse than she was prepared to show. And Claire and sex simply didn’t belong in the same sentence.
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Paul Ketwa
Settled in Forks
Werewolf, Tough Man, Imprinted on Rachel Black
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Post by Paul Ketwa on Feb 8, 2009 19:54:16 GMT -5
His eyes narrowed to slits as Rachel fought back. He was tempted to push her back; didn’t she know how much danger she was in? If he did that, though, he ran the risk of phasing as soon as he summoned the energy to shove her, and he didn’t want her to think he was doing it out of a violent intention. He may get brain searingly angry at her, but he would never, ever do anything to hurt his Rachel. The only reason he would ever get angry at her was if she needed to know something and simply was not getting it – like this whole imprinting thing. He could sort of see that it might be his fault for not explaining properly, but he wasn’t very good at that anyway, it just added to his mounting frustration. “So what if I did?” he growled, moodily, back at her, his gravelly voice ripping through his throat and becoming a small storm.
“How could you even say that I needed counselling,” he spat the word out as if it had been dragged through all the crap in the woods. He was going to carry on the sentiment, explain to her why that would be an incredibly bad idea, but, of course, this was Paul. He couldn’t explain himself if someone through him a dictionary and told him to explain ‘apple’. Gripping on to the slatted fence, he worked to even out his breathing a little, stop the quick tremors assaulting his spine. He was one fibre of a string away from snapping in two. Not a good idea. Then he felt her hand on his arm, and, most irritatingly, it calmed him down. He didn’t even understand how or why the simple presence of that small hand, so delicate, could do both simultaneously. It made him angry, because he knew she was the one that had to compromise, otherwise it was her life – everyone knew he had no self control – and it calmed him, because it was Rachel Black and he loved her with every ounce of his being. And so he snapped, the calm he drained from her just about keeping his molecules intact.
His eyes still narrowed, he took in every part of her reaction to his outburst and he immediately regretted it, though he wouldn’t take it back; at least not yet. He stood at his full height, staring down at Rachel in an imposing manner, his face stony as she poked him in his chest. He felt her finger bend badly and immediately his anger caved in to concern inside, though his outside took longer to react. She was hurt! He’d hurt her; how dare he?! Just as he was about to respond, Rachel spoke again, this time her voice as loud as his had been and she said words that made his soul quake inside him. His jaw dropped a little and he looked frightened. His dark eyes watched her walk away and he shuffled after her.
“Don’t you see it?!” he called after her, emotion not allowing him to control the volume of his voice as it reverberated around the streets of La Push. “I love you,” he proclaimed, his heated voice making it sound like an insult, rather than the first time he had uttered those words to her. “That’s why you can’t walk away from this. We’re meant to be and-”
He stopped his sentence in its tracks, knowing that he needed to explain, that he needed to find the words. He didn’t want to make it seem like she was enslaved to him in some way because he had fallen for her, but knowing him, it would probably turn out that way. He worked to lower his voice to a gruff, but quieter tone. “Look. I need to explain something to you. Really, really, I do. Yeah, I’m demented and hateably loveable, but please… give me a chance?”
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Rachel Black
Settled in Forks
Human Imprintee of Paul Ketwa
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Post by Rachel Black on Feb 12, 2009 0:00:50 GMT -5
He felt nothing, Paul, no HE, was a cyborg. Rachel wished she was the same, not so damn emotional over his rejection. She was half surprised he didn’t back hand her like a pimp to a corner street hoe. Rejection was not a great feeling, and her pride took a major blow, here she had been thinking it was possible he felt the same. She looked toward the house before spinning on her heels. That, had to be the reason he hadn’t put his hands on her, there was a pack of wolves in eyes reach. She would have commended him on not phasing and scarring her like Emily if she didn’t feel so scarred already.
A few scattered tears fell from her eyes upon retreat from him. She wasn’t going to let him see them fall, but she was so angry, and hurt she couldn’t hold them back for longer than a few moments. She heard his voice from behind her, her lips pursed in reaction. Did he seriously want to explain Quil and Claire having sex one day or was he satisfied with just pissing her off and making her tear up like a frickin sissy. She whipped back around, ready to yell something about obviously not getting the Claire thing when he proclaimed the three words she hadn’t prepared to here in a million years.
She quickly dragged her better hand beneath her eyes to wipe away the warm salty tears that betrayed her. Her eyes narrowed as she focused on his tall form coming closer. She wanted to kick him, but there was no need in damaging a toe, that would only make it harder to get away. Not to mention the fact that she was rather fond of her bones so much so that she preferred them being in one piece. Out of all the things to say…
“You don’t have to lie, just tell me to stop,” she said clearly irked. He loved her? Who was he trying to kid? Rachel crossed her arms and looked away. She didn’t want to admit that she felt the same, at least not yet. She wasn’t sure he was for real. She sighed, as she listened and cradled her hurt hand in the other. She was sure it needed to be popped back into place, but she didn’t want to do it. “Don’t forget bipolar,” she added almost monotone. She had to keep her voice from raising again, or possibly breaking.
Rachel looked up finally, searching his eyes for a lie, as if there would be a blinking sign there if he had fibbed. “Than explain hot shot, cause your really lucky I can’t hurt you.” she said being completely honest. If she had been a wolf too their would have been a fur on fur brawl.
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Paul Ketwa
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Post by Paul Ketwa on Feb 15, 2009 11:46:02 GMT -5
As Rachel whipped around to throw some more angry words across their personal net of ill conceived pride and stubbornness, Paul froze. Were those tears on her cheeks? Immediately his anger, already on the wane, found itself contained into one tiny space in the back of his mind somewhere. This was supposed to be perfect wasn’t it? With soulmates and all that; how could he have made her cry? As he watched her swipe away the tears from her eyes, Paul longed to step forward and take the burden from her – they didn’t look natural on her – he must have really hurt her. His expression softened to a painful looking apologetic one, which his face was not accustomed to pulling, and he noticed that despite her tears, she still looked pissed.
“No!” he exclaimed, as she spat back to him the accusation of lying. He didn’t understand how you could say those words as a simple lie. Sure, he lied all the time to his parents and all that, but never to Rachel, he had never been able to do it, nor had he found a reason to try. Even when he was at his angriest he only screamed the truth at her as he understood it. “Of course I love you, how can you deny that? Why would I lie about such an… an… important thing?”
His lack of ability in stringing together an explanation, or even a proper sentence foiled him again, but this time he realised it. He could feel their relationship hanging by a single thread and he couldn’t live without her. He looked down as she looked up again, and shifted uncomfortably. “I know.”
He admitted that he’d screwed up; he should have just gone about this like an adult, not by getting so angry that he was out of control, but that hadn’t occurred to him at the time – it was pretty hard to think when white hot anger was filling all your neural pathways. As he slid his eyes back up her form they paused on her hurt hand before making their way back up to her face. She was hurt, and he needed to time to figure out what he was going to say, otherwise he would most likely induce her to further injuries again. “You need to get fixed.”
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Rachel Black
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Post by Rachel Black on Feb 18, 2009 11:45:01 GMT -5
Her eyes were still narrowed - almost to the point of squinting- Rachel was on defense, and she had to defend what bit of her wasn’t on the verge of a full out cry fest. Shel desperately yearned for a punching bag, or a bat, she was sure he’d feel that. It irked the hell out of her that she couldn’t make him feel the pain that was surging through her. And it bothered her even more that she was able to be so hurt by a boy with an attitude problem, a guy younger than herself, and the first person she ever fell in love with. Rachel wanted to vomit.
Her brown eyes that were full of fury calmed almost immediately. He wasn’t the greatest at explaining things, but this she understood. She looked to the ground, unable to face him. There were too many questions to ask, and her thumping finger was numbing her minds usually quick witted responses. She repositioned her hand to hug it more comfortably. Her eyes welled up with the untrustworthy tears. This time they were of joy, well for the most part. Her finger still felt out of place and it was starting to tingle.
Rachel made a bewildered expression. And she looked down to her hand where his eyes were settled. “Oh,” she nodded. She looked up at him, searching his expression, he looked concerned and she couldn’t help but grin gently. He did care, and he did love her. The questions swirled around in her brain and she fought to concentrate, the odd warm tingly feeling never seemed to cease when she was around him. It only added to her need for an interrogation. There was something he knew that she didn’t, Rachel could feel it in the way he looked at her.
“Can you drive?” she asked motioning toward her small suv. Without waiting for an answer she made her way toward the vehicle. “Why,” she asked over her shoulder keeping a steady pace. She stopped by the passenger side door, one finger had a nail crushed from the door, the other hand consisted of a popped finger, Paul was going to drive whether he wanted to or not.
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Paul Ketwa
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Werewolf, Tough Man, Imprinted on Rachel Black
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Post by Paul Ketwa on Feb 26, 2009 22:29:25 GMT -5
The time it took Rachel to respond to his oddly phrased affirmation of love felt like eternity to Paul as he waited for his fate. This could be it. This could be the end of his life, if she didn’t want him anymore, if he had managed to screw it up to that level. There was only so much that he could pester her and he had made her cry. That was just unforgivable, a fact that he reminded himself every time he did it. And every time he did it he felt like his chest was hollowed out with shame. He barely dared to move as he watched eyes scan the damp ground, afraid that he would break something, but at least the dangerous tremors of anger had utterly subsided. No, all that was left was a chilling emptiness, almost like he had a bloodsucker inside of him freezing him from the inside out.
As the seconds ticked by, Paul stooped, cursing his unusual tallness, and tilted his head, trying to see his girlfriend’s face. He froze as he glimpsed the slight reflection of light from the tears on her face and he inhaled, stepping toward her, as unwise as the move may be. It was so difficult. Every single fibre of his being was telling him that he needed to make her better, it didn’t seem to factor into his impulses that he was the one that hurt her. No, that just haunted his mind. He stopped, however, before extending his warm hand to her arm and settled for looking at it pointedly.
Another intake of breath whooshed into Paul’s lungs as his girlfriend, imprintee, love of his life – whatever – finally met his gaze. Was that a grin? But there were tears and she was so angry, but… Girls were complicated. His brow fell a little as he tried, in vain, to work it out, of course, not featuring his hasty proclamation of love into the equation, but he was soon smiling back at her, his face taking on a protective look. Now he completed his step forward and ran a long arm around her shoulders, so small to him and he kissed the top of her head, indulging himself by burying his nose into the heady scent that was concentrated there. He only lingered there for a short moment, however, before pulling away and, after a few seconds, jogging after her.
“Of course I will,” he told her, his voice an odd combination that could maybe be described as heatedly sympathetic. He was never any good at disguising high emotions in his voice, which always manifested themselves in anger. He easily overtook her as she reached the car and automatically went around to his side, before frowning. “Oh.”
He hopped back around to the passenger side and pulled open the door of the poor SUV, which groaned ominously with the amount of force he put into the action. Bending close to her again, he kissed her briefly on the side of her head before jumping back over to the driver’s side. He paused before starting the car, however. “Clinic?”
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Rachel Black
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Post by Rachel Black on Mar 14, 2009 13:35:05 GMT -5
She had felt warm in his momentary embrace. Taken off guard by the kiss on her head. Her boyfriend was definitely bi-polar, no he was worse than just that. He was an overly tempermental, bi-polar werewolf. Couldn’t get more messed up than that. ‘I sure know how to pick them,’ the woman thought to herself as she sat in the passenger seat. She looked down to her hands, examining the popped finger.
Smiling meekly as he kissed her on the side of her head Rachel had to wonder. Why did he have to act all sweet and approachable when she could barely think straight? She needed to understand why and how his emotions could change so drastically, and so rapidly. It was like in response to her being hurt he automatically cooled the raging attitude, was it really that simple, and why?
She sighed and nodded her head. Trying to hold her tongue for as long as possible, which didn’t last long at all. Rachel adjusted herself in the seat so her body was now facing him, the left ankle placed beneath her, and her back against the door. She unwrapped the napkin from around her finger, if the blood hadn’t stopped by now the napkins would have surely been soaked red. Not like slamming your finger in the car door would normally call need for stitches.
Rachel peered at her slightly bloody finger nail and frowned before looking up at Paul. “Why?” she couldn’t get a full question out. In reality she wasn’t exactly sure what to ask. There were three things that she was positive about though. One, she was crazy, head over heels in love with the tattooed bas ass that was her boyfriend. Two, there was no logical explanation for why. And three, he was either psychotic and truly bi-polar, or he was hiding his reasons for acting the way he did when suddenly graced with her presence. She actually hoped that it was all just him hiding a secret, though what kind of secret would you try to conceal when your girlfriend already knew you were a werewolf?
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Post by Paul Ketwa on May 24, 2009 16:49:01 GMT -5
The fact that Rachel meekly accepted his hug and the small kiss, which he had meant to be some kind of apology and symbol of his love for her rolled into one, made Paul smile a little even though he knew that things weren’t right yet. Maybe all was not lost for them, then. Now he just had to make sure that she was alright, that the pain she was now feeling was cured. He still had a mild feeling of disbelief and a strong one of self-reproach for what he was putting Rachel through now, but he still held the strong belief that what Quil and Claire were to each other was wrong. If only he could find a way to explain to his own imprintee without making her angry again, or, worse, working himself up again.
As soon as Rachel nodded her head, Paul turned the key in the ignition and pulled out of the spot that she had parked in earlier. His driving style, unfortunately, suffered from the odd mood swings that he had just gone through and he glared at the driver of one car who had pulled out in front of him, hitting the brakes much harder than was necessarily needed. Driving in silence, his dark eyes flicked to her when she uttered the one syllable question and this time he knew that she was questioning the confrontation rather than his driving or anything else. He sighed a little and glared out ahead at the road with an intense look as he flicked the windscreen wipers on. He knew he had to get this bit right, perfect. He had heard from others’ thoughts whilst changed that the revelation that it was something more than free will that attracted wolves to their imprintees had the potential to go down badly. He already knew and Rachel had already experienced his clumsiness with words and explanations. This wasn’t going to go well.
“It’s complicated,” he muttered, that sulky, childish tone returning to his voice. He frowned darkly at the road, which was fast darkening itself with the water falling from the sky and his grip on the steering wheel tightened as he felt himself becoming more at a loss of what to say than he had been before. Finally, after more than a few moments of silence he turned to look at his girlfriend. “It’s because it’s… it’s – gah, I don’t know. It’s destiny, it’s fate, there’s no way that it can’t happen. The same as with us,” he lifted a hand from the wheel, taking his eyes from the road once more as he gestured at them both in turn with his forefinger. “Just like how we couldn’t not happen.”
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Rachel Black
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Post by Rachel Black on May 27, 2009 15:00:04 GMT -5
Rachel was silent just as her boyfriend was. Her body lurched forward as he stopped rather abruptly, and she fought the urge to say even the simplest of words, ‘take your time, or stop rushing’ the words were there in her head. But they couldn’t seem to form on her lips. The young woman rolled her eyes, mostly at the fact she’d managed to hurt herself, twice and it hadn’t even been a full hour. Sighing she looked down to his hand, examining the detail, noting how much large it was than her own.
Ray looked up immediately at the tone of his voice. But, by the sound of it he wasn’t up for answering questions, even if she had the right to know the answers. “Complicated,” she repeated the word, her own voice refilling with impatience. This time she looked down to her own hand, contemplating poking him in the eye. There was no was his cornea would be a course as his iron clad abs. Yeah, this sounded better, if only she had a finger to poke him with and he wasn’t driving.
Rachel scoffed, a smile on her lips. “Did you just say destiny? What do you mean we couldn’t not happen?” Her brows furrowed a bit at this statement. “Number one you need to learn about double negatives, and two, I make my choices okay, man are you as control freak!” she exclaimed pushing her back into the chair. But, in honesty she knew he had to be right about this one, after all who made up that kind of crap?
Rachel took a deep breath, “I’m sorry,” she apologized, her eyes on the windshield. “You didn’t mean it that way, did you?” she asked, the question more toward herself than him. She turned her attention on him, her voice soft almost a whisper, “Like soul mates or something?”
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Post by Paul Ketwa on Jun 8, 2009 15:27:25 GMT -5
Hearing Rachel sigh, Paul did try to make a conscious effort to even off his temper, to drive as if he was sane. He knew that the sigh probably wasn’t caused entirely by his erratic driving, but the fact that he had just sent her flying against the brace of her seatbelt probably hadn’t helped matters in this tense situation. He similarly knew that he couldn’t fix anything else about their current predicament; he couldn’t condone the sordid relationship between Quil and Claire, he couldn’t explain to his own imprintee exactly why he couldn’t accept it, he couldn’t even heal her injury, bur he could just about resist the temptation to drive thems both into a wall in his temper. He wondered if he should look round and ask his girlfriend if she was okay, but after a split second’s decision he decided just to leave it be for now, until he could trust himself to be a bit cooler under the collar.
Paul’s eyes narrowed to small splits, his hands gripping the wheel until his brown hands were studded with bright white knuckles as his beloved imprintee tore into his assessment of the reason being ‘complicated’. That time it hurt, because he had tried, he wasn’t the best student or speaker, but she knew that. His extraordinarily black lashes bunched with the set of his eyes, creating a wall around the tiny slits of his eyes.
“Yes, it’s complicated,” he exploded at her, his own impatience flaring into barely contained anger, though he did resist yelling, his tone quiet and dangerous. His jaw set as he was forced to listen to the hurtful come backs, though, impossibly, no shakes assaulted his spine – even if his head was hot, the rest of his body knew what it would mean to phrase right there in the car and he didn’t need his head to be in control when it came to protecting the woman that he loved. He breathed in sharply through his nose, his teeth clenched together so hard that they made his jaw ache and he turned to look at Rachel for far longer than was appropriate when in charge of a moving vehicle.
However, just as he began to work his jaw free, his imprintee seemed to have had time to reconsider her hasty words. The moment that she apologised and he realised that she didn’t actually think him the stupid control freak, Paul felt his hot ire recede a little, though not completely. He turned his eyes back to the road, almost cringing as she mentioned soul mates, a concept surely too sappy to exist and yet…
“Yeah,” he said, gruffly, his hands slowly releasing the wheel from his iron grip in favour of a more natural one. “It’s all the same, though. I still didn’t get a choice, I don’t know about you, you might have, but I was always meant to be with you in whatever way you wanted, it’s not me who’s being the control freak.”
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Rachel Black
Settled in Forks
Human Imprintee of Paul Ketwa
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Post by Rachel Black on Sept 5, 2009 17:54:56 GMT -5
Rachel knew that his tone alone would scare most normal people. The way his eyes formed slits when he was angry, the way the lashes that fenced those beautiful eyes pulled tightly around those same near black slits. The manner in which his jaw seemed to clench or his posture seemed to change, all of that would be a warning for most. An admonition most people let alone women would adhere to, but she couldn’t. No matter his fury, it wasn’t her fault that there were questions he needed to answer.
She peered back at him as he looked at her, the logical side of her mind hushed by her own fury raging within. Rachel knew they wouldn’t get anywhere though unless it was her that provided the slack, he would never let up. Paul was way too stubborn, and stuck in his own ways. She wasn’t even sure why he liked her so damn much if he hated the fact that he did. She wondered if he would ever be capable of the emotions she felt towards him. Well the emotions she felt when he wasn’t being a complete ass.
The girl had to try hard to stifle the smile that seemed to form without her thinking. ‘Yeah,’ she had a soul mate, that explained a whole frickin’ lot. It explained the reason she had to love him even though she hated him and his ridiculous temper. But just as quickly as joy had filled her it was already dispersing. He didn’t have a choice, what was that supposed to mean? She felt her heart drop, it was somewhere in her abdomen being swallowed up by acid. She felt a surge of impatient fury rise within her.
Rachel looked away from him, her voice like a sheet of thick ice. Cold, unwelcoming. “Pull over.” She said looking out her window. She unclicked the seatbelt before he even really had the chance to slow down. “I’m sorry,” she began as her hand rested on the lever to open the passenger side door. “Pull over,” her finger was throbbing, the other was slightly numb, “You think I wanted you to love me?” Rachel’s voice began to rise without thought. “You think I wanted to fall for the asshole? The one everyone has to walk on eggshells around.” A solitary tear fell down her tanned cheek, “ If you really thinks it’s my fault then just get out. I’m never the one with control, I’m the one left to worry when you’ll f*%@ing loose it and leave me looking just like Emily.”
Rachel yanked at the lever and the door opened, “ You don’t have to love me, forget I exist!” she yelled as she slid out of her own car and headed into the forest that lined the passenger’s side of the road. But not before she slammed the door, and the tears claimed their victory.
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