Thursday, November 3, 2011

Fine. Fine.

Fuck. You. Sheperd. Give him back. Givehimbackrightnow.

You son of a goddamn bitch. You give him back or I swear I will find you and break your little neck in half. First though, first I will make you regret ever coming near him. I will break so much of you and make you feel humiliated and angry and vengeful and incredibly goddamn stupid for messing with my man.

I'm not giving up here on my end, and I know he's not going to give into your little games either. I know him better than to think that he'd break just because you think you can break him.

Because you think you can break us. Fuck you Sheperd. He better be here at Hope before 4 PM or I swear, I will find you. Don't even think I'm joking.

Now I know he didn't just go. Now I know he's being held. And I will not tolerate your bullshit. I will not.

Also, we want Lissie's truck back. And if you tail him back to Hope, I will know. I will find you, and I will break you. I will break you harder than you could ever possibly imagine one girl could manage with only her hands.

That's the deal. 4 PM.


  1. I think this is what one would call a disadvantage of already being awake. You find all the blog posts first.

    Give us a shout if you need food or something Tia.

  2. If all else fails, I'll deal with that, hon. It'll probably be for the best at the moment.

    Bah, "already" awake? That implies sleep. Heh.

  3. Neither of you are any good to anyone if you're exhausted.

  4. Rest is for the weary, sleep is for the dead.
    I've made sure Tia's rested, at least... Too stressy to sleep much right now.

  5. If you wreck yourself, who's going to help Tia?
    You need to get some sleep at least. Or else I'm going to have to knock you out myself.

  6. Don't say things like that, Michael. Okay? Please?
    I'll try to get another nap, promise.

  7. Ohhhh, Sweetling's hiding her fear behind her anger. How... brave... of her.
    Fine, I'll give him back. I'm growing bored with the two of you anyway.
    For now.

    He'll be back at your little safehouse by that time, no worries, little Sparrow.
    We'll see how well he fares until then.

  8. Okay, fuck, calm down, Tia. And Shepherd, you'd best make damn sure I don't see you. I don't take kindly to people hurting mine.

  9. I think he missed the deadline?

  10. No.. Sorry. Tia's being distracted with being an extreme cuddler for the guy, and I finally sort of passed out for a bit.
    He's back. He showed up outside the gate, with the truck, at 3:55.
    He's rather worse for the wear, from what I've seen, though it could be worse. His wrists are messed up a bit from being restrained with something, and there's some bruises on his back. I'm willing to bet h's got some broken ribs, too, which is going to stink, because he's been a bit sicky.
    But he's back, and that's what counts right now.

  11. Thank god. Have you figured out WHY Shepherd took him?

  12. Other than to mess with us? Not yet. Shepherd likes playing mind-games and manipulate, from what little I've seen so far. And things weren't amusing him enough at the moment, maybe. Or maybe he had some other reason for letting Blake go and leaving.
    Blake says he can't remember. I'll see if I can get him to post soon, maybe.