Mercy LaCroix
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Post by Mercy LaCroix on May 29, 2007 16:55:29 GMT -5
Mercy wiped the tears away as she attempted to calm herself down. She couldn’t understand why it still hurt so much. It was the past, and yet watching Tristin’s stunned face as he took it in, opened the wound back up. He didn’t look Stunned to anyone who didn’t know him, but Mercy knew. His stillness screamed shock.
Mercy had to make it clearer. Her guilt demanded it. She knew earlier that fateful day. She could have taken it easy and safe. However it was her case, her collar. She was determined to finish the case. She was a tough woman. She could handle it and protect the baby. Only she didn’t. She failed yet again to protect an innocent. The first time was her father, and that time was her own child.
It was her fault that she put herself in danger that day. She could have been faster at dodging. It was a day full of what ifs. She looked away in shame. Her fault that she didn’t protect their first child. Would he blame her? He wouldn’t be wrong to.
“My… It was my fault… Mercy… I… Oh god…”
Mercy looked up as Tristin hit the grass. He looked like he was about to get flatten by a train. Mercy wanted to assure him it wasn’t his fault. It was hers. That much was obvious. She should have been more careful. Feeling very weak herself, she sank into the grass next to him. So much stress wasn’t good for her.
“Tristin, it’s not your fault. It’s mine.” Mercy whispered as she put her head down, “I should have been more careful. Please blame me.”
Sorry it's short.
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Post by Tristin Calixso Wright on May 30, 2007 23:50:19 GMT -5
There was a point to life, wasn’t there? Things happened, you accomplished what you thought you should, and you died. Once you died, though, no one knew what happened. People speculated, others theorized, and still some preached and swore that it was one way. But no one could ever truly understand it.
Much was the way with living life. You knew you had to eat to stay alive, one understood how most of the body worked, science and geniuses and people all around had studied life for centuries. And yet… when it all came down to it, you were just one person. How could one person really leave a mark on the world and hope it did something for it?
Tristin sat on the grass, staring at his hands, considering the things he had done in his life. If there was a heaven or hell, he figured he’d be going down to meet the devil, be poked with their little pitchforks and possibly grow horns. He had treated those he cared about like crap, had lied to them, deceived them, and broken anything he could have used to mend that relationship. And for what? Someone whom he’d never met.
But what if life revolved around karma? Tristin was selfish, Tristin was mean, and now? Tristin found out that he had children he could have done something for. Chloe was ten and he’d not been there for her all those years. What type of person might she have had the chance to be if he had been? And the miscarriage… If it hadn’t been for Tristin, it wouldn’t have happened. And the new baby?
“Tristin, it’s not your fault. It’s mine… I should have been more careful. Please blame me.”
This new life, this growing piece of joy, this… union of whatever Mercy might consider what they had for the last three years, it was in there, warm and growing and living. And Tristin decided right then and there that he would do anything to protect it. He needed to leave behind something worth his life. Something he couldn’t screw up. He felt a lot better, giving himself some purpose. Shaking his head, he glanced up at Mercy.
He felt like he could see for the first time in years. He felt a carefree attitude sweep through him, and he wondered if this was how it felt to be ‘saved.’ But it hadn’t been the will of some God… No, it had been Tristin thinking clearly for the first time in what seemed like forever. It was nice. “Mercy… I’m sorry you went through that without me… I should have been better for you.”
He almost felt like it was someone else talking, someone else standing him up and move the few feet to Mercy, someone else sitting down next to her and giving her a big hug, holding her while they both grieved the loss of their first child. “You deserved better… I hope you found it in Remy.” Pausing, he realized what he was going to say and didn’t think he could stop himself. “I love you, and I’ll be there for you when you need me.”
Smoothing her hair back from her face, he wiped away her tears and glanced over her, feeling supremely better. Perhaps this was the elated feeling one got before that bus came around the corner. Everything has its positive and negative, and it must balance itself out. “I won’t blame you.” Pausing, realizing he didn’t really deserve it, he glanced down at her belly, gently rubbing it. “If it’s a girl, will you name her Margaret? That was my mothers name… she was a good woman…”
Pausing again, he kissed her forehead and stood up, fumbling with his wand. “Let me know if I can help you in any way, Mercy.” Smiling, he walked backwards a few steps before winking at her, apparating home. Time to start doing what was right, for once. First things first… he picked up a quill and started writing a letter to his father.
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Mercy LaCroix
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Post by Mercy LaCroix on Jun 5, 2007 18:07:31 GMT -5
Mercy just cried her eyes out. She couldn’t seem to stop as she sat in the grass. She had told Tristin something that she thought he knew for the past three years. It brought up the pain that she went through during that trip. She had been tracking a Neo Death Eater at the time. There was a spotting through an informant and she went only to be ambushed. It was a hard fight and she wouldn’t have made it if it wasn’t for Remy and the rest showing up. But it was too late, to save the baby.
She thought she had healed from it but as she rehashed it, the wounds were reopened. She didn’t hear much over her own pain at that moment. Tristin must hate her. She had lost there first child together. However she was going to make sure it didn’t happen to their second one. She just only hoped that Tristin could forgive him.
“Mercy… I’m sorry you went through that without me… I should have been better for you.”
Mercy looked at him tearfully. Was he kidding? She loved him as he was. He treated her well enough when they were on. She also knew he was still wild enough that if she tried to leash him he would fight back. Instead she settled on being the life raft, the woman who would be there when he needed her to be. Sure it seemed to contradict her personality. She just loved him that much.
“You were the best that you could be, Tristin.” Mercy whispered as he sat near her.
Mercy nearly started crying as his arms came around her. It was a vicious reminder that once she belonged in his arms. Now she was with Remy and it felt strange being in Tristin’s arms. However she did lean against him. She needed the comfort and this time they needed to grieve together for the lost of the little one they lost three years ago.
“You deserved better… I hope you found it in Remy. I love you, and I’ll be there for you when you need me.”
Mercy looked at him as he brushed her hair back. He loved her? She thought she heard him say that. She blinked as she heard the words she prayed to hear at some point in their relationships. Mercy closed her eyes and rested against his hand as he wiped her tears. Once she dreamed of this, now that she had let him go, it was there. Yet she couldn’t really take it, she had Remy. “I won’t blame you. If it’s a girl, will you name her Margaret? That was my mothers name… she was a good woman…”
Mercy rested her hand on top of his. Her eyes met his. There was still a spark between them. Mercy smiled at Tristin. She hoped he found what he was looking for one day. It wasn’t hard to speak the truth to him, “I will. She produced a fine son, Tristin. You just need to find what you need. I hope you do. I love you too much to really wish you ill.”
“Let me know if I can help you in any way, Mercy.”
Mercy nodded as she watched him back away. He had kissed her forehead in a friendly way before he disappeared. It wasn’t what she was use to from him, but it was fine. It was Remy’s place to make her head spin with kisses. Now it was her place to tell Remy that Tristin now knew. That was going to be a fun discussion. Getting up, Mercy started for Remy’s house. A Good dinner might soften the blow.
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