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Defiance - Stahma Tarr

2.09 Painted From Memory - Shock + Sadness

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She loved animals, and Mouse especially. She worked her fingers into his fur and scratched as much as he'd allow, moving her hands in circles so no part of him went unloved, un-babied. Grinning back at him, as if she knew he was smart enough to understand her, she leaned in and kissed his wet nose.

"Well, whatever it was, I'm happy it happened." Outside of Thomas and sometimes Harry, Justine preferred the company of animals. They never judged her or looked at her funny. They never asked why she had white hair, or why she was so pale. They just loved on her, and she on them.

I dare you to kiss... Justine (silverwhitestrands).

The huge fluffball of a dog doesn’t even hesitate. He’s not sure how he does it, entirely, couldn’t tell you even if he could talk, but in a surprisingly short amount of time he finds the woman he seeks…and, carefully since she’s fairly slender and he’s…not…he leaps up and plants a slobbery wet doggy kiss on her lips.

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Natalie Dormer tells us all about Game of Thrones (x)

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I feel like I’ve really earnt my stripes – I feel ready to play a lead, I would just love to prove I’m good enough to carry a project. But like any actor I berate myself on a day-to-day basis – I’m not doing well enough, or I didn’t get that role, or I haven’t done enough theatre… I’m shit, I’m shit, I’m crap, I’m crap… Oh, God… you know. It is important to stop and look and think how far I have come. We all need some TLC and to pat ourselves on the back from time to time.

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Little lady. She smiled, and took another bite of bread, before digging into the ribs, licking the sauce from her fingertips. "..I do. I'm Ms. Lara's assistant, and she is, for all intents and purposes, Queen.." She looked up at him, with a questioning look. "Why..?"

"That’s the problem, little lady." Meyers grumbled. "It ain’t workin’. He’s gettin’ too big a head, an’ if this keeps up I’ll have a bunch o’ teens under his control, an’ I don’ like the thought o’ that." he leaned forward. "… Little lady, you know the Whites pretty well, don’ you?"

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"No, they shouldn't. I was lost, and you were showing me.." She grinned down at their hands, but she kept up with him, ducking a few students as he wove his way through the crowd like an experienced surfer. "..the way." She gave his hand a squeeze.

She laughed. "Touristy is perfectly fine, I am technically a tourist for right now, until I earn my local card." Her free hand rose and tucked brown strands behind her ear, she came up beside him, as the din quieted down.

"No.. I'd like it to be a date. I've never been on a proper one, and I'd like my first one to be with you." She slipped him a grin, shyly looking away before he caught the rose-pink of her blush.

New Kid At School || Thomas - Justine

"Only one home ec classroom. I’m sure they won’t mark me off for being late if I was showing the new girl where he class was, yeah?" He slipped out into the between-classes rush of students in the hallway, grabbing her hand again to keep them from getting separated.

"It’s this way." He had to speak up a bit to be heard over the baseline of chatter that permeated the hallway. "Dinner I can do. Can’t possibly show you around Chicago in an evening, so maybe I can start with somewhere touristy?"

And then he proceeded to add, “As… a date? It doesn’t have to be if you don’t want it to, but… I’d like it to be. It can be.”

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"Not gross, and it totally is." She laughed, a sparkling sound, shaking her head. "I never thought boys were yucky, and then I met you, and I definitely didn't think they were yucky." She framed his face with her hands, and leaned up to kiss him.

"And yes, that is your fault. I wasn't this way until I met you, and then I just fell in love, and you flipped my world upside down." She shrugged, because it didn't bother her in the least -- Thomas had changed her for the better, truly. "I think we're an equal partnership in this relationship as to who does all the work."

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"Gross, that’s not my fault." He shot back. "It sounds like a personal issue you have. Anyway, aren’t girls supposed to think boys are yucky? Or is that only elementary school?"

He flopped his head to the side to watch her, a dopey grin on his face. “I suppose it’s my fault you’re amazing and lovable and beautiful and perfect, then. And that’s just not fair, since you do all the hard work. So, I’ll concede the point.”

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Justine was about to refute him, tell him that he was going to be a great dad -- didn't he see how he was with the cats? But the he said what he said, and Justine's heart dropped a little -- and her throat felt thick, and dry.

"You mean.. I'd have to.. hold them with gloves?" Her eyes went a little wider than normal, and her brows knit together -- and for a rare moment, Justine looked worried. "I.. I don't want to have to wear gloves to hold my baby, Thomas."

She didn't know how this would work either. And she was suddenly anxious and bothered, picking at the skin of her palm with her nails, as if something was burrowing under her flesh.

Maybe Baby || Thomas - Justine

"I won’t be my father, but… What if I’m not a good dad." His words were quiet, but it was the truth. He didn’t know how to be a parent, really.

"We’re going to have to rearrange our lives. No more bringing people home all the time." He said quietly. "Less touching."

And then it did occur to him that… “You might not be able to touch them. After they’re born, I mean. I don’t know how that’s going to work? We’re born with the Hunger. But you’re in love with me and that’s… Well, the situation is unheard of.”

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It was like a sort of euphoria Justine only experienced with Thomas; she exhaled a sweet moan that came out ragged at the edges, and she clutched at the sheets, knuckles gone white. Her knees bent a little more, and her sock-clad heels brushed over his lower back. She shuddered, rising up against him.

"Need you too, Daddy, Need you.." Another moan, and she untangled her fingers from the sheets and curled them against his back, where the muscles bunched and tensed. She fit against him like a puzzle piece, filling the spaces between them. Opening her eyes, the violet hue clouded with lust. "I love you too, oh.." Another rise of her body against his. "Thomas."

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Thomas wasn't able to make it -- and Justine was almost certain that his not coming wasn't because he was swamped at the salon -- but because he wasn't ready to meet his mother yet. And really, Justine couldn't blame him. But even if she didn't intend to stay long, she couldn't just blow the woman off. So she said she'd let Maggie know, and left the house.

Dressed like the Bohemian gypsy that she was, in long flowing skirts and a skinny tank top. Bangles made music as they clinked against one another, and white hair was loose and wavy over her shoulders. Pulling the dark round sunglasses down her nose, she saw Maggie, and steeled herself as she came around to the table. A bag slung across her torso was placed on the ground next to the chair she was going to take.

Pushing her sunglasses into her hair, revealing the violet of her eyes, and a smile. "Maggie? I'm Justine." She held out out a hand decked in vintage rings.

First Meetings || Thomas, Justine & Margaret

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She was apprehensive about his meeting.  Of course she’d been overjoyed to see Thomas again, but that didn’t mean that their relationship wasn’t still strained.  In a way, she was looking forward to meeting her son’s True Love— she only wanted him to be safe, happy and healthy and it seemed that this woman had contributed greatly to all three— but at the same time, she knew she was an unwelcome intruder in their lives… as the point was so clearly made, when Thomas invited her to meet Justine at a coffee shop.  Out in public, as one would treat an untrustworthy stranger.

Still, it was honor enough to have been invited, wasn’t it? And Margaret took the opportunity to dress impeccably and arrive early.  She’d even brought flowers for Justine— a potted African Violet, safe to keep around cats.  She wanted desperately to make a good impression…or at least to not embarrass her son in front of his lover, and she had sworn to herself to be on her very best behavior.

Margaret claimed a table for them outside under a shady awning, where she was not likely to fry the machinery indoors— though phones in the immediate outdoor area all teetered on the edge of life before fizzling out completely.