deep_red_bells: ([Julian] You were meant for me)
It's technically his first Father's Day with a child not still wrapped up in her womb, and Baileigh wanted to make sure it was special and kicked off right with French Toast topped with strawberries, and fresh squeezed orange juice, served in bed. Along with it is a flat wrapped box containing a recent picture of Julian holding Irina in a frame Baileigh had custom made, with Irina's little handprint in the corner, engraved with the words "To Daddy, Love, Irina". Underneath that is a snap shot of Baileigh and Irina in matching yellow sundresses, wearing sunglasses and in Irina's case a little sun hat, standing in front of a brand new 560 Cruiser Yacht. Which is the Father's Day present he has waiting for him at the docks.

Sure, he already has a boat, but he said it himself, they'd need more boats when Adam seals the deal on that island!
deep_red_bells: ([Emote] *LOL*)




Naked baby pictures are a must, after all. How else will I embarrass her in front of her first prom date? 
deep_red_bells: ([Emote] SQUEE!)
My brother's gonna be on TV tonight. You'd best be watching.

L.A. is nice, wish you all were here.

Awwwwww!

Mar. 15th, 2010 07:35 pm
deep_red_bells: ([Expressive] Mommy & bb)



Your New Name Should Be Baileigh Nicole



Nicole means "victory of the people"! Consider scoring this new name a personal victory!




It's taken, but thanks anyway, meme!
deep_red_bells: ([Emote] Eeewwww)
Nathan is a cranky asshat.

That is all.
deep_red_bells: ([Expressive] Got my eye on you)

One.

The Watchers say some of us have a sense of who and what we are our entire lives. We dream about them, the other girls like us, we see them fight, we watch them die. That never happened for me until I was called. I wonder if it was because I was so close to Buffy’s age--if Willow’s spell hadn’t worked, and Faith had ever fallen, the legacy would never have passed to me. It would’ve gone to a younger potential, a girl who would have more years in her, to someone stronger, faster, lither. Funny to think of, isn’t it? Mid-twenties, and already a senior citizen, so far as the world of the Slayer was concerned.

Two.

It was as though ghosts were determined to haunt me everywhere I turned. There was Willow. There were the vampires. There was the girl. There was the girl’s unofficial Watcher--and that, well, that was the last face I expected to see. I’d always wondered what happened to him. Now, I knew. I pleaded with whatever shreds of humanity the witch had left in her to send him back, to let him change what had been an unfair fate for so many. It was no great surprise that she refused.

Three.

It’s been centuries, and I still can’t describe just how it felt to die. Memories can be such subjective things as it is; sometimes all I can remember is how much it hurt, while other times, I can only recall the sense of completion and the feeling of release. There is something in me--in all of us--that craves nothing more or less than an end.

Four.

Her visits usually went like this: for the first day, sometimes the first two days, if I were lucky, I couldn’t get enough of her attention, her voice, her smile, the scent of her perfume, her vivacious and child-like spirit. She would let me dig through her purse and put on her lipstick, then chase me about with a Kleenex in hand, laughing at how I‘d managed to smear the vibrant red mess all over my face. She’d make promises and I, being a child desperately craving a connection to her wayward mother, would believe them. Then, the arguments set in. Every Spanish curse word I ever knew, I think I learned while I was hiding in my room, listening to my mother and my grandmother, the two most stubborn and temperamental women I have ever met, try to outmatch each other in volume and venom.

 Five.

Watching that wasted ball of mud fade from view was like losing a limb. No, it was worse. I died to save that world, and to see what became of it…looking back on it, I think that was the exact moment I stopped caring. It was worse than losing a limb. It was cutting out one’s heart with a rusty implement and somehow living the rest of one’s life with an open wound and empty chest.

Epilogue.

Here is where the curtain should close. The actors should take their final bows, the stage should go dark, the audience should go home, and the door should be closed and locked behind them. I wish that I could tell you my own story would end so neatly. It won’t. It will end in fire and it will end in blood, as it was always meant to. When that will happen, no one can say, and for now, I can only let it fade into grayness and static, and wait. If I am honest with myself, I am not ready for it to end yet. When I think of the end, the pain is still the most vivid memory, but when that changes, the gray will fade to black, and I’ll feel it again. The release, the completion. Finished.
deep_red_bells: ([Appearance] Legs/shoes)
[choices 'verse only] 227. TEN things you do in the morning.

1) Wake up
2) Use the bathroom
3) Brush teeth
4) Wash face
5) Flatten hair into something presentable
6) Let the dogs out
7) Get Irina in a good mood via cooing and belly tickles
8) Change Irina’s diaper
9) Feed Irina
10) Eat breakfast [/choices verse]
 
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deep_red_bells: ([Expressive] Mommy & bb)
More than slayer or wife, daughter or friend, 'mother' is the most important name she's ever carried.
deep_red_bells: ([Expressive] Mommy & bb)



BECAUSE CLEARLY IT NEEDED TO BE LICKED. HOW ELSE DO YOU KNOW WHAT PLASTIC TASTES LIKE? THIS IS HOW WE LEARN ABOUT THINGS! BY LICKING THEM!

Also, note her tiny shoes? Yep, she's learning early.
deep_red_bells: ([Emote] Fragile)

I've been afraid of changing cause I
built my life around you
but time makes you bolder
children get older
and I'm getting older too


deep_red_bells: ([Spike] We are so better than you)
1) He smelled like leather, cigarettes, and whiskey
2) He thought she was an idiot. But a cute and likable idiot.
3) He was a vampire.
4) He needed a friend.
5) And a place to stay.
6) He could be very charming when he wanted to be.
7) And also very damned annoying.
8) He'd saved the world.
9) He knew what she was.
10) He wanted to help her.
deep_red_bells: ([Expressive] Downcast)
LAYER ONE: On the Outside
Name: Baileigh Solis-Lazarey
Birth date: May 13th
Birthplace: Corpus Christi, Texas
Current Location: New York
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Jet black
Height: 5'7 1/2" when not in heels.
Righty or Lefty: Righty.
Zodiac Sign: Taurus

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HA.

Dec. 10th, 2009 11:32 am
deep_red_bells: ([Emote] *LOL*)


You Are the Dog



You don't have a competitive bone in your body, and it's likely that you play games just for fun.

You prefer to cooperate whenever possible. Monopoly is often too cutthroat for you!



You secretly feel bad if you totally beat someone in a game. You prefer light and friendly competition.

You want everyone to get along and be happy. You are a loyal and true friend who never wants to see anyone disappointed.




HA. HA, HA HA HA HA HA HA, HA HA, HA. Most wrong meme EVER in the history of forever, as anyone that lost at paintball for Julian's birthday can attest.
deep_red_bells: ([Appearance] Shadows looking up)
I feel like I've been on one since I retired, and sometimes, it's really boring.
deep_red_bells: ([Julian] Kiss)
A cozy kiss under the mistletoe wasn't at all a bad way to remind her husband that he still had a wife as well as a new daughter.
deep_red_bells: ([Emote] WTF?)
One thing she would really prefer not to do is indulge the ridiculous lie of a fat old man that watches your ever move, sneaks into your house on Christmas Eve, eats your food and leaves you toys.
deep_red_bells: ([Emote] WTF?)
How did I EVER slay here? Because right now I NEVER WANT TO GO OUTSIDE AGAIN.

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