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[deep_red_bells]

So, I discovered something today. You know how women of a certain body shape have to avoid those flowy empire waist dresses because they make us look pregnant?

I so don't have to worry about that anymore. Cause, you know, I am.

So I bought this.

Silver linings, I find them.

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[adreamto-rise.livejournal.com]

Ohhh, honey! That's adorable!!

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

Isn't it pretty? It's one of those dresses I always look at and think "Oh, so gorgeous, but no, it'll make me look pregnant" AND NOW THAT DOESN'T MATTER! :P

[adreamto-rise.livejournal.com]

It's just fabulous! I actually have a similar top that compliments that dress! When I see you, I'll wear it and people can play "Bun, Bun, Who's Got The Bun?" :P

[bookish-blonde.livejournal.com]

Oooh, that's cute. I'll have to remember the empire waist things when it's time. I had to go get extenders for my pants and skirts and stuff.

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

I'm not going to be able to breathe much in my wedding dress, so I want to make sure I'm super comfortable AND cute for honeymoon.

[bookish-blonde.livejournal.com]

Don't blame you. I've already had to go out and buy new bras. Not that the boyfriend is complaining or anything.

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

Been there and done that. I nearly had a breakdown and cried over how much it hurt to try to wear one, for a while there. But then that went away and left behind nothing but fantastic boobs!

[bookish-blonde.livejournal.com]

Yeah, and I'd give anything not to cry over stupid things. I broke a dish last week and bawled. Seriously. Also, not being nauseous most of the day would be nice. The term 'morning sickness' was obviously coined by a man.

[humanmapquest.livejournal.com]

You're going to be really pretty!

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

The mood swings, ugh. And YES, it so was. Mine was bad in the morning, and then again and night, and only hit through the day if I smelled something gross. Of course lots of things suddenly decided to smell gross.

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

Thanks, sweet pea!

[bookish-blonde.livejournal.com]

Serious ugh. It's not ranting and raving, just crying jags. Remy's probably glad he lives in Westchester most days. And mine is awful in the morning and then really late like before I go to bed. The rest of the day I'm hit and miss. And oh god, smells. Someone sat down with a tuna sandwich at work the other day and let's just say it was not pretty.

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

OMG. Fish is the bane of a pregnant woman's existence. Even grilled fish, like, I could eat it? But I could not be in the room while it was being prepared.

[bookish-blonde.livejournal.com]

I wish I could eat it. Normally I love it. But the thought of it now just makes me wanna hurl. Remy doesn't eat it either now, even though I told him he doesn't have to not eat it just because I can't.

[magic-fratboy.livejournal.com]

The dress is beautiful, Bee. It warms my heart to see you finding a positive outlook on an otherwise difficult situation.

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

I might be whiny for a bit, but usually I'm the queen of the silver lining.

You feeling okay, Tommy? You sound a little different.

[magic-fratboy.livejournal.com]

Yes, you are. It is good for you, and the baby.

I am not unwell. Perhaps I am just tired. How are you, aside from the luck in shopping?

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

Um...I'm fine?

[magic-fratboy.livejournal.com]

...is something wrong, Bee?

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

You sound weird.

[magic-fratboy.livejournal.com]

Perhaps I am just tired.

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

...Okay.

[magic-fratboy.livejournal.com]

You are not convinced.

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

Not particularly, no.

[magic-fratboy.livejournal.com]

Neither is Sassy. I feared as much...I saw as much, and yet I had to try.

Everything is all right, Bee. You have my word. Things have just been...difficult. I am, however, doing my best to make things better.

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

...Mkay. You need to be telling me what the fuck is going on, Tommy.

[magic-fratboy.livejournal.com]

Protection. Healing. More than a single conversation can explain, my friend. That is what is going on.

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

I've got time.

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[magic-fratboy.livejournal.com]

Very well...but remember: you asked.

Tommy is unwell. I am helping him.

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[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

How are you 'helping' him?

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[magic-fratboy.livejournal.com]

If you were swimming in a vat of hemlock, the way to save your life would be to reach out and pull you from it before too much entered your system.

He is swimming in a sea of poison, weakening with every day he is apart from his Source. I have taken him out of that.

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[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

That doesn't make sense.

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[magic-fratboy.livejournal.com]

He is losing hope. If he loses all hope, he will die. Bringing him inward will allow him time to heal. In the meantime, I have taken his place.

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[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

............

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[magic-fratboy.livejournal.com]

Losing Ziyah is killing Tommy. Literally. Shall I simplify further?

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[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

Okay, number 1, that was a pause of shock, not confusion, and you're not allowed to be a dick while you're walking around in my friend's body, so stop it.

Number 2, I don't like body highjackers. And I'm disinclined to TRUST them.

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[magic-fratboy.livejournal.com]

I belong here just as much as he does.