Treasures Untold

I’ve obviously been gone for months. I haven’t had the motivation to write on this blog. I’m busy with my marriage, I’m pregnant with my first child. My time on tumblr has come to an end.

The tears only make Thomas bring her closer, coiling himself just a little bit tighter around her, nuzzling against her hair with a soft sigh. He lets her finish, but not for the sake of being polite; genuinely, he has no idea what to say. Sure, the majority of his internal ache is the need to help her; it’s unfair that anyone be put in this position, and equally unfair that anyone out there feels this is a fair option. But part of it, too, is that Thomas is coming to the realization that by letting her stay, he, too, is in danger. Granted, someone so high profile as Thomas considers himself to be is a far larger risk, were anything to happen to him, than Anthea’s family. Still, his own safety is a concern to take into consideration in all of this; they can’t pretend it isn’t a factor.

So what, then, of their relationship, if one can call it such? Do they continue furtive meetings, act as if they don’t know one another publicly, until… what? For the rest of their lives? One of them is about to announce they’re running for president, for God’s sake, that’s not likely to last.

It feels hopeless, like there is no outcome in which they win. So Thomas sits in pained silence instead, wondering what her family knows, but too afraid to ask. Maybe she’s right: maybe the less he knows, the better off they are. The better off she is, anyway.

She leaves it there, allowing them to sit in silence for a while. Giving them both time to figure out what if anything can be done. Because the only option she sees, the only one she’s considered can even work from the moment they met, would be for her to stay away. But she can’t do that. He is by far the only person she’s met in such a long time who makes her feel that she matters. Not her position, not her employer but her as a person. To have kept Thomas in the dark about all of this for so long was selfish of her. 

It has occurred to Thomas in the past how much time they spend not talking when they’re together. There’s the extensive scheduled make-out sessions, the midday naps, the times they go out shopping and part ways to buy surprise gifts for one another, the moments before the coffee is poured, and, yes, times like this where listening is a requirement. To summarize, it’s a lot. But Thomas doesn’t mind the quiet, so long as it’s with her.

‘ In that case, we’re definitely watching Hairspray again, ’  he laughs, opting for opening up Netflix, where ‘recommended for you’ displays a list of things he knows they’ll both hate.  Especially what he hovers over, eyes casting a questioning glance toward Elizabeth:   Mean Girls 2.

The comfort level with them is something she thought only existed in stories exaggerated for the media. They go about their lives, functioning together but not forcing activities that just aren’t working for the day. Sure, when he’s at the office she spends a good portion of the day sending him cat memes. But that’s just what a good girlfriend does. Especially knowing how boring his workdays can be. 

beep beep ritchie

  She feels like she’s heard this before, maybe it’s a sign to change the circles she’s been keeping to the past few years. There’s an instinct to be defiant, to shoot back an ‘I’ll do whatever I want’ or some other kind of dramatic declaration …. maybe it’s the actress in her. Either way, their both terrible choices and so Irene lets nothing more than a huff leave her lips. ‘ There’s a lot of things I probably shouldn’t do … but sometimes I don’t have a lot of choice in the matter. ’

( SMS | BABE )   No apology necessary. I’m just shocked British people have a sense of humo(u)r. ( SMS | BABE )   (See what I did there? Tell me I’m smart and come kiss me.) ( SMS | BABE )   I’ll make sure they play it at every rally. Post my address so they know where they can join us. Just means you’ll have to stay with me forever. So upsetting, isn’t it?

She doesn’t even care how smug he sounds about getting her to admit to what she is. While Sydney isn’t sure just when this became who she is, she knows that there’s little she can do to change her ways now. Word apparently gets around when you’re willing to spread your legs for strangers who treat you like shit. And while she’s accepted her place in this world, verbally admitting to it is still not something she likes to do. But with each of his thrusts, she finds herself needing more of her verbal abuse. Needing him to remind her of just how pathetic she is. 

Ray smiled wide once the bottle was starting to get to its last few drops, and all the blonde could do is beg for more. She didn’t even try to clean her face; wouldn’t wipe her hand, wouldn’t even wiggle her tongue to try to lick it all up. Already, her face was pretty plastered, and he hadn’t even started spitting on her yet. 

As Sydney begged for him to go harder, Ray discarded the bottle before taking full advantage of now having both of his hands at his disposal. Initially, both of his hands would  grab her neck as he really started to pound into her. But then, one hand would adjust its grip slightly, moving up to cup her jaw and squish her face just a bit before he started to smack it. And these weren’t just love taps; he was legitimately slapping her across the face. Like he was angry with her, like he hated her. From here on, Ray wasn’t looking to pull his punches. After all, the cunt asked for it.

The first smack to her face catches Sydney completely off guard. Her eyes go wide as she turns her head as much as she can under his grip to get away from the continued hits. It takes only a few moments for tears to begin to stream down her face. She had asked for harder, yes but this isn’t exactly what she had in mind. 

  ‘ I think of you from time to time, ’ Something one shouldn’t admit but Irene’s never been one to hide something if she didn’t need to ( that’s led to different trouble ). Perhaps she should learn how to stop that particular … habit. ‘ More than I thought I would. ’

@sirensscngs, lyric starter call ! ( house of memories, panic! at the disco ).