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Post by MICHELLE AVA EVERETT on May 25, 2011 7:19:45 GMT -5
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YOU'VE LEFT ME SPEECHLESS
and so happy i could die;
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - She didn't have anywhere where she had to be. Michelle rarely left New York, she had only actually recall being on a plane once before in her life and that hadn't even been a very pleasant experience. It was pretty nerve wracking for her and she ended up taking a sedative and slept right through it. Still, Michelle always loved airports. People were coming, going, returning, or escaping. On days that began with an early six in the morning class, she took her empty afternoons to the JFK airport and sat curled up on one of the many communal and hard cushioned seats in the observation deck to stare outside at the planes coming into land and those taking off. Sometimes it was more relaxing than yoga.
Today, she sat at the edge of her seat, hands holding either side of her face while her eyes hug low and stared with fascination outside. Sometimes, Michelle brought a book along with her or tricked herself into thinking she would write again by bringing a notebook and pen, but she never did actually write anything more than grocery list down. Her sandal covered feet tapped the floor mindlessly, she didn't even realize they were moving at all as she sighed and tilted her head to the side and watched as a NorthWest Jet rolled in down the tarmac. She'd left a half-drank iced tea on the ground next to them, keeping her gym bag company. Her long brown hair that she had been growing out since her sophomore year in high school roamed freely down her shoulders.
There was no pressure to think about it, Michelle knew she had things that needed to be done. It was Saturday after all. This was a day made for running errands or going out to keep up appearances with those you didn't have time to see during the actual week. She knew there was laundry to do at home, sitting in two different hampers that she had organized darks and lights the night before, but it was still waiting to be washed and cleaned of sweat stains, odor, grease spots, and/or little wine splashes.
Her parents always thought Owen was a mistake. They let her know that when she was fifteen, but always just crossed their fingers that he was a mistake she would correct by the time she was sixteen. When she passed sixteen, graduated high school, and made her next move marrying Owen and becoming Mrs. Everett, Mr. and Mrs. Pilone were devastated. Two of the proudest people in the world and Michelle humiliated them. She took what they had provided for her and threw it in their faces. Michelle didn't look at it in the dramatic terms that they did, but she did feel guilty over disappointing them. Now, she rarely got to see them. It was really only when it was necessary that they spoke. If they needed extra hands at their bakery or an extended family member was having a birthday. Of course, they saw one another at church as well. She debated dropping by the bakery, saying 'hello' and checking if they needed help which they probably did, but Michelle talked herself out of it and decided to put off the awkward silences until tomorrow morning when they'd all be at Sunday service. Her brothers were both in University now and that made their parents specifically proud, but it also gave them more ammo to use against Michelle who had decided to skip the college step and make teaching yoga a career move.
She didn't regret marrying Owen, not even when they were fighting with one another, and the two of them could fight like rabid animals sometimes, but she still honored her decision. Owen was all she had ever known anyway. They'd been together since she was fifteen and when they were teenagers, she never even thought about straying. Other guys might as well have been asexual because she had absolutely no desire to spend time with them. She didn't even notice their existence in the halls of high school even after Owen dropped out. She was older now, so sometimes she would talk to a client at work or one of the male trainers and think explicit thoughts about them in her head, but Michelle was confident she would never act on those thoughts. She was madly in love with Owen. He still made her feel like she was fifteen, which was a good thing and a bad thing, he knew her inside and out, he was her best friend despite what her girlfriends thought. However, all her love for her husband aside, Michelle couldn't help, but feel weird these days. She had been coming to the airport more frequently than usual. She would think about what it would have been like if she went to University, she would debate writing, and then she would always think about what her mother had said during their last real conversation which had twisted itself into a screaming match in front of most of the family. She had told Michelle that one day she would wake up and wouldn't be able to fight the feeling of wanting to leave Owen, she wouldn't be able to escape the knowledge that they should, she would wish she had lived more life. The Pilone's always thought their daughter was being held back by her husband though Michelle never felt restricted by him, not for a second. They worried about her safety with him as she had been through death threats, kidnappings, and other twisted moments with Owen, but above all else, they just wanted her to leave him and make something more impressive of herself. Michelle was proud of her accomplishments, though, no matter how small they seemed to others.
Leaning back, her chest fell as she let out another exasperated sigh, and she accepted the fact that she didn't want to leave despite how people thought she should. She reached deep into the pocket of her denim shorts,the day warm enough to permit wearing them, and fished out her cell phone, smiling at the picture of Owen she had as her background. She'd taken it while he was sleeping sometime last year and never changed it. He looked like a soft and peaceful little boy, though Michelle had never known him to be either of those things, even when he was a teenager.
notes :: --- tagged :: open. words :: 1071 outfit :: click for outfitlyrics :: various lady gaga songs credit :: ALICE ATROCIOUS of CAUTION 2.0 and somewhere over the rainbow of ATF
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Post by OWEN DECLAN EVERETT on May 26, 2011 1:59:15 GMT -5
 --------shit he thought for a moment as he surveyed the room. naturally, owen was standing in a warehouse, surrounded by the unimportant lackeys of the gang who were staring at the same thing. owen’s eyes narrowed as he saw the expressions of the men around him, shaking his head in disappointment before following their gazes to the ground. his eyes traveled from the shoes up to the face where a bullet hole was sitting in the middle of the forehead. a fresh wound from the smoking gun that loosely held in owen’s left hand. people were supposed to feel guilt and remorse but one comment from one of the “business” associates just set owen off. no one was allowed to comment on his personal life, not his house, his dog or most importantly—his wife. the dead man before them had shot his mouth off about michelle and owen had never felt such rage. he remembered the comment but nothing after that, a black barrier was built into memories to keep him sane. the amount of blood on his hands would usually drive a normal person into insanity, but not owen. this was his life and the guilt had stopped coming after about his first or second kill. he justified the reasons for them—keeping people safe, keeping his family safe, and ridding the world of the bad people. owen just did not know how he was going to keep them safe from himself.
”clean it up. now.”, his voice was the usual cold and distant as his gaze was torn from the body and he searched for three random faces to address. he watched the quick nods before turning on his heel and walking out of the warehouse. his gun was tucked back into the holder and a hand reached up to run through his hair with a sigh to mirror the mood that he felt. he was okay with the kill, he didn’t feel bad but there was regret but that was his boss’ reaction to the random killing. owen was supposed to keep personal and business life apart and they had always seemed to find a way to mesh, much to his distain. owen quickly text his boss, a vague message in his words to indicate that the job was done—just not the one that the boss wanted to hear. he quickly pressed the send button as he walked into the broad daylight of the new york city streets. it was weird to think that a bullet was put into someone’s head while people walked the streets surrounding the warehouse. his phone was dug into his pockets once more and he crossed the street once more. he headed back into the crowded streets and became just a nameless face as he began to blend into the moving crowds. owen couldn’t help but have a smirk plastered on his lips, for no one knew that he had a smoking gun in the holder hidden beneath a work blazer; and no one knew there was just one bullet missing.
owen reached into his pocket once more, the smirk turning softer as he looked at the wallpaper for just a moment. a smiling, happy, carefree michelle smiling back at him was plastered behind the icons of a variety of different application icons. his fingers grazed the screen for a moment, accidentally opening up his contact list and he quickly pressed the home button as if it was end of the world that the wallpaper had disappeared from his view. he reluctantly clicked the envelope icon and his michelle was replaced with a screen, he texted one of his hidden bodyguards on michelle, asking where she was and waiting for the instant reply that would come. his head tilted to the side and one word on his screen—airport. he sighed softly, a growing fear that was always put that much closer to reality when his wife would go the airport. he had nightmares of her doing it with bags in her hands, even after promising to never leave him. in her vows, in random bed conversations and sometimes just the occasional sporadic meeting caused owen to be reassured that she was by his side forever. but the fact that she spent some days at the airport had his heart racing and his pace quickening as he made his way to his car that was parked along an non-crowded side street. owen had never taken off from a parking spot so fast in his entire life, but the tightening in his chest gave him a feeling that he didn’t enjoy and he needed michelle to fix it.
the airport was just outside of the city and with owen’s driving, he was there in no time. his spot was an illegal one but owen never worried about getting towed since his plates were known and even feared among the police force. there was the few brave cops that had been trying to peg him for things and pin him into a jail cell but owen was careful with his job and with the deeds that came with the job and he had yet to slip up. besides, the car was not a worry to owen when his wife was in the airport. he texted the body guard once more and quickly got the exact location of where michelle was seated. he fixed his blazer as he walked, being sure to leave the gun in the hidden compartment of his car before he entered the airport. now owen looked and felt like a normal citizen, just hunting for the love of his life in the observation area. a smile, not a smirk, graced his lips as he spotted the familiar figure. sexy, sweet, sassy and all his. his footsteps were quiet and he was sure that they mixed into the noise of the airports anyway. he glanced at the unknown faces around him, seeing sadness one some and happiness on others and he stood next to the seat that michelle was in. his hands resting his pocket for a moment as if he was just another watcher before slowly sitting down into the seat next to her. his eyes were out the window but his attention was on her. he cleared his throat as his hands were removed from his pocket, one arm going around her shoulders and gently pulling her closer to him. he hated that she was beside him and they were not touching in some way. the arm was a start but he wanted their forms to meet, meld together and watch the departing planes.
owen tightened his hold on her, not to hurt her in the slightest but to keep her body close to his. turning his head, he planted a kiss to the side of her head in a loving gesture before his head turned to face the window once more. the observation window was not what really had his attention, hell it wasn’t even the reason that he was coming here and so owen turned his head back to face her. he leaned in, using his free hand to take a hold of her chin and gently turn her head to his awaiting lips. it was a soft, gentle with a chaste feel to it before pulling back and pressing his forehead to hers for just a moment ”hey.” he said softly before reaching up and kissing her forehead, holding his position for a moment before pulling back from her all together. . he smiled at her, wondering how on earth he ever got someone like michelle before he muttered softly before his eye brow arched ”one day michelle. one day, we will get on one of these and go…”in fact, pick somewhere so we have a reference. anywhere in the world, beautiful.” he spoke softly, unlike the earlier tone of the gang life. no, this was a whole different world and owen felt real, safe and human whenever he was in this world. when he was with michelle, it was the only world that he wanted.
--------TAGGED michelle/seymour <3
--------STATUS complete
--------MUSE pretty good.
--------WORDS 1361
--------NOTES first brookwell post xD there will be many errors in this, i guarantee it.
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Post by MICHELLE AVA EVERETT on May 26, 2011 4:52:41 GMT -5
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YOU'VE LEFT ME SPEECHLESS
and so happy i could die;
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Her phone was in her pocket. Her brothers were in school, parents at their beloved bakery, Owen was at work, Molly was in Atlantic City with some guy she met through work, and when Michelle had left home Rocky had been perfectly content chewing on a huge slab of rawhide. She even had a plastic cup of sweet tea. Everything and everyone that was important to her were alright in that moment. At least as far as she knew. Naturally, like any big sister, she worried about her little brothers who were growing up and taking on University, and she was nervous about her dad's complaints of chest pains and her mother's increasing detest for her, and more than any other anxiety she had, Michelle worried about Owen at a constant. He always told her, as she brought it up at the drop of any hat, that he was okay and he was a hundred percent safe, but Michelle was always nervous that he wasn't going to be there at the end of the night. That she would lie awake in their bed for a couple nights, mentally breaking herself into a thousand little pieces, before the doorbell would ring at some ungodly hour and she'd rush down to answer it in her pajama shorts and one of Owen's t-shirts. She would check the peephole first as a life with Owen had trained her to and then she would open it to reveal cops, letting her know that her husband was dead. The cops had come to their door before, to ask Michelle questions about Owen, and every time just the sight of their uniform made her sweat.
She heard feet step closer to her, the steps sounding familiar, but so many people had been walking around her that Michelle didn't spend longer than a nanosecond on her inclination. She just kept staring out the window, watching another plane ascend off the presumably hot tarmac and into the sky that was remarkably clear for a day that the weathermen said would bring five centimeters of rain. It wasn't until she distinctly felt movement, the bench of connected chairs adjusting softly, that her eyes slid from the glass window in front of her to the new person who was right next to her. They didn't leave any room between them despite the space, they took refuge of the chair right by her. Before her eyes reach Owen, she could smell his scent from his shoulders up and then it became okay that there was someone so close to her. Owen was many things, but he was never a stranger to her. She watched him for a moment, her eyes soft as cotton but as deep as oceans, as he stared out the window she'd been for the last six minutes. It felt like longer, but a glance at the time hanging on the clock at the top of the wall informed her that it hadn't been much time at all. Michelle supposed she had walked laps around the observation deck for a while and had stopped to buy a drink. Once she was looking out the window again, breathing in deeper to keep Owen's scent as close as possible, she felt his arm around her and it caused one of the most natural smiles to perk up on her face. For a moment, it looked so happy that she thought the corners of her lips might poke at the bottom of both her eyes but Michelle managed to keep it under control. It was easier as he pulled her closer and then kissed the side of her face affectionately. She shut her wild brown eyes and let her head fall into him. It was as if the crook between his chin and clavicle was built just for her head, measured perfectly, and she took the moment to really breathe Owen in.
Eyes open, she adjusted her face to stare out the window, watching the same plane that had just taken off as it became nothing, but a foggy dote in the sky. He kissed her, removing her concentration from the air crafts, as she pressed onto his lips and accidentally heard the tiniest of mews slip out of her parted lips and into his mouth. “Hi.” She whispered back like she was nervous to speak any louder out of fear of ruining a perfect moment of peace. Anyone who knew Michelle knew that she rarely worried about being too loud. It was only when she was afraid that she was completely quiet. She even talked in her sleep some nights. It was a sweet sentiment and incredible wish, what Owen had said, but Michelle knew better. She glanced down at her bare knees, her jean shorts ending mid-thigh above them and shook her head from side to side, hair falling loosely over her shoulders again. “As great as that would be, you can't leave your work.” She knew better. “But just you saying that was nice.” Michelle didn't know why she had been so anxious to come and go lately. She didn't even know where she would want to go. When she was eighteen, before her high school graduation, she and Molly wrote a list of all the places they wanted to go. France was high on the list as her mother had come to the United States from there and always wanted to take her kids there. There were places in Italy she wanted to visit too as she had family out there and then, on her own, she wanted to see Panama, Ireland, Croatia, Hungary, London, Thailand, Bali, Bora Bora, Vancouver, and even New Hampshire. Traveling freaked her out, as much as she wanted to do it, but Owen had talked her through her first and last flight as it was their honeymoon and they made it there and back safely. For a guy who could be so dangerous, he did have a knack for keeping her safe. Well, most of the time.
Michelle had been feeling stomach sick lately, just the last few weeks, and she blamed her anxiety on that fact. She so rarely got sick that she needed to come to one of her favorite places, a place that always calmed her down and let her be pensive.
“How did you know I was here?” Michelle pulled out of his arms for just a moment, cocking her head to the left and quizzically staring over his shoulder. Her eyebrows arched and lips puckered. Both her shoulders fell inward casually and brought the neck of her oversized shirt in, revealing the tiniest glimpse of the navy colored bra she had on. She hadn't felt her phone vibrate and it was sitting tightly in the pocket of her denim shorts. She hadn't mentioned to him that she would be there because she didn't even know she was going to go after work. As nice as it was to have Owen there, and to be held, it was strange.
notes :: --- tagged :: open. words :: 1372 outfit :: click for outfitlyrics :: various lady gaga songs credit :: ALICE ATROCIOUS of CAUTION 2.0 and somewhere over the rainbow of ATF
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Post by OWEN DECLAN EVERETT on May 29, 2011 18:44:33 GMT -5
--------there were many things that owen regretted in his life. dropping out of school was one of the biggest. his family was out of his life as soon as he turned in the drop out form at eighteen, never actually being smart enough to excel, or even pass the classes that were assigned to him. owen was smart but he had learned young that he was not book smart, he couldn’t retain the information that he learned in a textbook but he could maintain the lessons that he learned with his friends on the street. that was when owen took the time to evaluate his life, and despite losing almost everything that was good to him; owen knew that he couldn’t be a student anymore. he was appearing in classes less and less during his junior year till one day, he just disappeared from them all together and took to the streets to perform the odd jobs that were assigned to him by the leader. in due time, owen worked his way out of the gang and started to do more advanced jobs for a high crime group—the new york mob. they were feared among the streets and among the smaller gangs, known for being heartless and cold, owen took the identity with ease. that is, until he gets back into the arms of michelle, then he falls back into the vulnerable position of having a weakness that means more than the world to him and the thought of her being ripped away from him causes owen to spasm in curses.
people in the gang knew not to mention michelle in any context besides asking how she was, the enemies around him knew that if they laid a hand on her then they would have a bullet in their head. but at this moment, owen wasn’t in the gang world, he was in the real world—his favorite world and anything that had to with the gang life or his regrets were pushed from his mind as he held onto his wife for deal life, as if she would slip away from him in a second. he sighed softly at her doubts for his promise, knowing that they were both half true. he could get on a plane now and leave forever with michelle, but he would have a price on his head with any country that is associated with mobs. owen wasn’t just feared in new york city, he was feared across countries of europe and of south america, often going on “business trips” to take care of people that were a nuisance to his boss. his eyes narrowed as he watched a plane take off into the sky before taking yet another deep breath, trying to find the right answers to her words. ”…no. it will happen michelle. i can promise you that one day it will happen. even if we have to pack up and just leave one day. you still didn't name a place yet.”, he knew his words held more meaning as they were laced with a demanding tone. owen was more promising himself than he was to her, being sure that escaping the world that he had grown accustomed to was the best option for the two of them. to start a family, raise that child and be a real family without having to look over their shoulder for find someone with a gun in their hand pointed at one of them; it was a dream that owen was going to make a reality, even if it killed him.
a list developed in his head as he had traveled to places, finding spots that he could hide out with until the inevitable hit was taken off his head. it was a short list but filled with places that michelle had always dreamed of going. the late night talks had not gone unnoticed by owen. he remembered almost every place that michelle wanted to visit. his best bet was probably italy, and he was sure that michelle would have no qualms about that. for now though, owen knew that he had to stay in new york city and take over the mob before he was allowed to fully leave. stepping down was a much more gracious way, as well as the smarter way, then to just up and leave when holding such a high position in the mob. he listened to her again, chuckling at the question as he glanced over his shoulder to see a few random friends of his that he paid to guard michelle when he was not around. owen knew that he could her safe from anyone that wanted to cause him harm, by hurting her. however, when he was not around, there were only a few people that owen trusted to be good to michelle and the three men behind them were the best. he shrugged at her question and planted another soft kiss to the side of her head trying to avoid answering all together. owen knew that michelle would not be too happy to know that he had in fact been paying people to tail her every move and keep her safe. the safe part was the only thing that he cared about. michelle was too precious to him and he would be damned if anyone was to lay a hand on her. owen cringed as the memory came back to the first time that michelle was approached, and when she had learned of his more extensive activities outside of the gang. he vowed never to let her get into that kind of trouble again because that phone call from the opposing gang nearly had his heart stopping. to know that michelle was in the hands of these strangers that wanted to hurt her and him, well, it was enough of an eye opener for owen.
”call it a husband’s intuition?” he said with a sheepish smile before glancing to her eyes. michelle not only had a way of calming him down, but she had a way to get the truth out of him. the confused look across her face with the head tilt was too much for owen to bare and he sighed softly, motioning with his head to the people behind him. ”…i needed some way to know that you are safe, so my friends keep an eye on you whenever i am not around.” he spoke with a more commanding voice, much like to what he would talk to his lackeys in. owen’s worst nightmare, besides michelle leaving, was michelle getting kidnapped, raped, hurt, or even killed for a message to be sent to him. it was bad enough that he wasn’t actually around her all the time and she was open to anyone, and vulnerable to the world whenever he and his weapon of choice were not with her. he finally decided that to explain himself, something that owen only ever did for michelle and to michelle. when he talked to his boss, it was always straightforward answers without a hint of detail but with michelle, it was his feelings and his worries, his sadness and his fear of anything happening to her. his arm reached out, taking her hand in his and it brought the back of her hand to his lips, gently pressing his rough chapped lips to her soft skin. he closed his eyes for a moment, running the back of her hand along his jawline for a moment before opening his mouth and listening to his own soft voice, trying to get the message across to her about her safety being important. ”they are not leaving. these three guys are the reason that you are still alive and in my world, they protect you because i can’t always be there too and i can’t…”, his voice cracked (something unusual for owen), and he quickly cleared it of the lump that was growing at the thoughts running through his head, ”i can’t let anything happen to you michelle. nothing. no one is allowed to cause harm to you because…i don’t even know what i would do if something happened to you. so, your bodyguards are not being removed. they can be hidden more but you will always have them whenever i am not there.” his hand squeezed hers once more, applying more pressure in reassurance to himself that she was in fact still sitting there and his worst nightmare hadn’t actually come true.
--------TAGGED michelle/seymour <3
--------STATUS complete
--------MUSE pretty good.
--------WORDS 1421
--------NOTES ah. sorry it took so long hon.
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Post by MICHELLE AVA EVERETT on May 30, 2011 17:14:22 GMT -5
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and so happy i could die;
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Michelle smiled as Owen pushed the promise harder. She was more amused then she was touched or convinced by his words. Her eyes fell upon him like they did when they would babysit Carly or a kid from the neighborhood, sort of lovingly, but mostly just because what they're saying is so naïve. Naïve wasn't typically word she would use to describe her husband, but when it came to promises that he couldn't keep and the way he talked about them with such seriousness in his tone, it seemed like the best word. Still, his words had brute force to them and if she really thought about them, she wouldn't have considered them to make a promise. It sounded more like a command from a captain to his recruit by the end of it.
“Okay.” She wasn't going to argue with him when he was telling her that they were going to leave, that they were going to see the world. Even if she wasn't sure it would ever happen, it wasn't really that important at the end of the day, and it was nice just to hear Owen try. One hand gently moving up over his knee while the other pat the side of his face, she grinned softly at him. New York was home to her. It always had been as she was born in the upstairs apartment of her parent's bakery in the bath tub. It was her domain and her world. She didn't like the idea of just throwing everything into a suitcase and leaving it behind. It was a thrilling concept, but it didn't really put her at ease. That was what had initially attracted to her to Owen when she was fifteen. The excitement that came with him. It was never easy and rarely even healthy, but it did give her chills and a heartbeat. Besides, she barely kept in touch with her family and childhood friends. Owen was family and if he said they were going to leave one day, then they were going to and Michelle was mostly okay with that. He was still waiting for her to say a place, and it was hard for her to narrow all her dream locations down to just one destination, but finally as her hand left his face she chuckled and said, “Siena in Tuscany.” After she picked the Italian city, Michelle listened to the words out loud before nodding and giggling at the idea. “And we can buy a little house on a hill, and fix it up together,” Just like that, Michelle had given into Owen's half-promise and was filling it in with details and all her excitement. “with terracotta floors and those vines that climb up the side of the stone walls outside....and we'll drink wine all night every night.” She laughed. “And go to a private nude beach together and have incredible sex,” Biting her bottom lip as if something felt outrageously good, Michelle arched both eyebrows up at him and then leaned her forehead playfully against his to peck his lips. When she was quiet, she could accept that this was just a fun pipe dream. That was what she liked about coming to the airport, it allowed her mind to travel.
Michelle liked the idea of Owen having husband's intuition and smiled approvingly at him as soon as he claimed he did. Owen knew her inside and out, she couldn't deny that, but she liked that he knew her so well that he just knew where she'd be. Michelle basked in the glow of their perfection before their full world of imperfections came into the spotlight. Owen told her the truth. It hadn't just been his knowledge of her and her restlessness or any theory at all. He had people following her. The creepiness of the concept moved over her at light speed and she pulled away from Owen so quickly, her hand ripping itself out of his grip, and so far all at once that she almost jumped back and into the empty spot beside her. Owen kept explaining and though she heard every word that he said, her own thoughts were swirling like miniature cyclones around in her head and she was certain the expression on her face made that clear. Michelle tried to spot the assigned followers, her eyes darting in different directions of the airport. She looked to the window, then to the washrooms down the hall, she stared between people that passed by, but no one stuck out. If she hadn't noticed in however long, Michelle knew she wouldn't be able to tell now. She liked to think she was smart, but her mind was no match for the New York City mob. Finally, she did see one of the three guys he was talking about, but she only recognized him because she remembered seeing him around before, hanging out at the place she worked at. She had always just assumed he was a member at the gym.
Before she could argue with him, he had shot against what she would have demanded. He told her those guys wouldn't be leaving. This was clearly one of the many decisions Owen made without her and it was final. There would be no discussing against it, let alone arguing over it. She was upset, offended, and creeped out before. Now, her blood was boiling. She was angry, but starting to be insulted. Michelle's eyes couldn't even meet his own anymore so they focus on his chest, where his belly button would have been under his shirt. She was staring so hard, imaging her eyes were like radars. He reached for and squeezed her hand. His words sounded sincere as she lurked her eyes toward him when she heard the crack in his voice. Even when she was mentally livid at him, it still broke her heart and part of her wanted to just forget her disappointment and anger so she could throw both arms around his neck and hold him tightly to her, remind him that she was fine.
However, Michelle wasn't fine. The crack in his voice had disappeared and his foot was down again. The 'bodyguards' were staying. Michelle's mind immediately zoomed and clued into the boxed store-bought pregnancy test that was sitting amongst her gym clothes in the gym bag under the chairs. She had a stomach ache, she had had one for the last few days and just generally felt sore. She was four days late which wasn't worth setting an alarm off over, but it was enough to peak her curiosity. Who in their right mind would bring a baby into the lifestyle that was her's and Owen's? A lifestyle where you had to have armed men follow you around like ghosts while you ran your day to day errands, while you picked up Iced Tea at corner street vendors, or sat and watched planes come and go at JFK? She loved Own. She believed Owen would be a good parent, but she didn't want him, when he was like this, to be the father to her child. What would happen on take your kid to work day? What would happen when Michelle was no longer the easy prey and a client used their baby as a means for revenge on Owen? It seem irresponsible to bring a child into this world. That's what Michelle thought about until she remembered that right now, as far as she knew, she wasn't pregnant. She had bought the test at the grocery store the night before and was too nervous to take it at home, where Owen could find it's remains in the trash or walk in on her using it, or at the gym where she worked because she wasn't ready for the results. Right now, presently, all she knew was she was being watched and followed all the time and she didn't like it.
“That.” Slowly, still thinking about everything, Michelle began. “Is a major invasion of privacy, Owen!” She shouted, forgetting that she was in a public place for a second. She always knew, and sometimes even loved, that Owen was animalistically protective of her, but this was too much. This was wrong in her mind. “You didn't even let me know. More than it's wrong and disturbing, it's embarrassing.” Her voice was back to it's normal volume, but the dismay was still widely evident. To have had people watching her every move, free access to her life, made Michelle feel incredibly self-conscious which was never something she struggled with before. “If I wanted to be watched all the time, I'd go on a reality TV show.” She pointed out, not particularly sounding like she was just joking around. “If you wanted to keep me safe,” She used his words against him, a dirty fighter. “Then you wouldn't be involved in things that could potentially harm me. If you wanted to keep me safe you would let me know what I'm up against,” That was one of Michelle's biggest issues with Owen's job besides the fact that she worried about him being killed on a daily basis, she never actually knew what was going on. “If you wanted to keep me safe, Owen, you would get out of your stupid business,” She mocked the word. He wasn't in a business any more than she was in a medical field. “And get your God-damn GED.” She took a moment to catch her breath and bring her stress level down. She didn't want to say it because she knew it might hurt him, but Michelle really only held Owen accountable for the reason she felt harmed at the moment.
“I never know if it's a day where Owen just has to raise his voice and run around the city or if it's a day my husband is the reason some wife becomes a widow and has to explain to her children that their dad is never coming home because some bad man blew his face off.” She didn't raise her voice, but Michelle had sort of forgotten they were out in public. Either that or she just didn't care. It still came down to the fact that she was pissed she never knew people were following her around, but she was just unleashing many of her concerns at the moment. She had made peace a long time ago that Owen had to do some shady things, she didn't want the details of some things, but it was hard living in the dark all the time. It was made even more unfair that he had people watching her every move, but she didn't know anything about what he did. Michelle was so concerned with her own thoughts that she didn't realize she had just referred to Owen as a 'bad man' and she had never said that before. Usually she was telling him how she thought of him as a good man.
Breathing in deeply, Michelle felt hysterical and she wasn't usually so easy to upset. It wasn't like her to just freak out and not in her calm place, the airport, like this.
“Is there something to worry about right now?” She asked Owen softly, her eyes starting to turn into glass as a thin layer of tears pulled over them. She didn't mean to cry, she didn't even know why she couldn't keep it together. “What is going on, Owen? Things aren't alright if you have guys following me.” She managed to spit out, having to bite down her lower lip in order to. “You don't tell me these things. You won't let me in.” Michelle accused, her hand shaken into a fist that pressed into her bare knee before she looked down to cover any chance of falling tears. "I'm scared I'm going to lose you all the time."
She was confused and that was why, Michelle decided, she was feeling so hysterical and hurt. She refused to chalk it up to hormones. On one hand, she felt betrayed and tricked but, on the other hand, she was attracted to Owen and his power.
notes :: --- tagged :: owen. words :: 2020 outfit :: click for outfitlyrics :: various lady gaga songs credit :: ALICE ATROCIOUS of CAUTION 2.0 and somewhere over the rainbow of ATF
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Post by OWEN DECLAN EVERETT on Jun 9, 2011 20:06:54 GMT -5
--------the thought of leaving the mob had become more appealing as he listened to her plans. he wondered how long that those had been set in her head, and why she had never really voiced them to him. owen had been born and raised in new york city, under the thumb of a tyrant like father and a sweet, caring mother. the chemistry between the two of them had always been questioned but owen never noticed how opposite they were until he had been aged into the teenage years and realized how much he had become like his father and how much michelle had fit the role with the same kind of demeanor as his mother. regardless of that, owen felt that they had fit together well and five years later, they were still married and stronger than ever. his thoughts conjured up the image that she had of italy, just trying to imagine what that life would be like and finding it nearly impossible for him to actually imagine his life outside of the mob. the little house was easily being pictured, it was brown with a beautiful shingle roof that he imagined putting together for michelle and the family that he knew would come one day. vines tangled along the side of the brown house, and a vineyard behind it to where they could grow their own grapes and make their own wine. of course, owen’s mind then wondered to the job that he had yet to finish for his boss and suddenly the house seemed smaller and more distant than ever before. he nodded as he listened though and processed her words continuously, but just not able to imagine it as well as before. ”sounds pretty fucking sweet, does it not? it will happen michelle. one day.” he spoke his final words with that more demanding tone, pushing himself to promise her again but unable to speak the words as disappointing her seemed to be failure in his book and owen was not about to fail. he chuckled at the mention of the beach, that much he could imagine since him and michelle did have a rather active sex life. they were both hot, and very much attracted to each other and owen sometimes was unable to help himself when it came to his beautiful wife. their fights were able to turn into anger sex, their happiness could turn into sex and their sadness could as well. it was something due to their hormones and their utter attraction to one another that could not be refuted and no one dared too.
her pulling away from him caused his smile to disappear and be replaced with something like a frown, his hand felt empty and cold without her fingers intertwined with his own and he followed her gaze across the airport, trying to spot that people that he paid to protect her and even though owen was easily able to spot them among the namless passengers, he knew that michelle would not be able to, if at all. he had made it so they blended in more carefully, and unable to be noticed and owen was not stupid and he knew that michelle was far from it as well. his body guards for her were interchangeable and were never static when it came to everyday. his eyes stopped trying to follow her gaze as she tried to pinpoint her bodyguards and instead, he found her eyes and tried to decode what she was thinking or feeling. owen did have something like husband’s intuition because he was able to read michelle pretty well. he could usually tell what she was thinking and feeling but if he was unable to read her mind and her actions, then he read her eyes and this time, they were full of different thoughts. owen was getting a little disoriented as he watched her eyes flit across the airport before he could see the fire suddenly burning behind her irises and deep into her pupil. she may have been staring at his chest but when the glare stared, he knew that he was about to get an earful from her and he knew that he would be ignoring it because when it came to the mob and her safety, he knew what was best and he was not going to argue about it because this was the decision that he made. and most of owen’s decisions were final when it came to michelle and her safety and this was one of those times that his mind was no going to waver. he knew what was best to keep his wife safe and no one, not even his wife was going to talk him out of it.
..and there it was. the outburst that he was expecting. he had seen the words swirling around her mind but he had never imagined for her to outburst to be this large and even if her voice was quiet to keep the attention off them, he could hear her tone was nothing less that louder and hurt, with some anger thrown in. he sighed softly as the first wave of words hit him and he shook his head, rolling his eyes at her words of privacy. owen was not that stupid and they did not watch her when he was around, nor did they follow her into bathrooms or into locker rooms. ”don’t be so dramatic michelle. they are not there to watch you, but watch around you.” he said, sighing softly before shaking his head again, starting to get annoyed with the outburst and it was being written on his face as he listened to her but did not wait for her to get another word in after talking about her lack of knowledge of the bodyguards ”you would not have allowed them! this was the only way that i was able to do this and it’s for you own fucking good michelle. they are not leaving and you can run from them all you want but you do not know who they are or where they are.” he spoke with a more triumphant tone as he felt that he had won this argument. he rolled his eyes at the comment about the reality television show and sighed ”they aren’t watching you for the last time fucking time! they are watching around you and do you know how many people they have stopped from hurting you!? or snatching you!? do you have any idea as to why i appear randomly sometimes at places you are!? it’s because they let me know and i rush to make sure you are okay! “, his voice was growing louder but was still at a decimal that wasn’t going to draw attention towards them. owen had made sure that their public argument was not so public and if anyone around them began to stare, he would glare and that would end the eavesdropping. privacy was a big thing for owen, but safety was as well and for michelle, privacy was over taken by safety.
her lack of knowledge about the mob was shining through in her rant and he could not help but chuckle at her outbursts about his job and not finishing high school. he did not have the skills, or the attention span to finish school and even though he was street smart, owen was not exactly book smart and it seemed to be something that michelle could not accept or understand and he hated that she nagged him about it. his head shook ”do not act stupid michelle. be going back to school does nothing but waste my time. and regardless if i have the title of “hitman”, i still have enemies that want to kill me or hurt me and without a fucking gun in my holder, i do not have any way of protecting us and our family” he spoke coldy, he was trying to get it through her head that it did not matter if he got out of the mob, he would be made more vulnerable than ever and without the allies of the mob, he would be dead within hours of dropping down. her next words physically stung him and he cringed slightly. he could not believe that she would say something like that to him and his eyes narrowed as he stood up. he did not even want to be near her at this point because michelle was supposed to acknowledge that he was supposed to be void of those emotions and feelings and yet, they crept into his mind from time to time and her reminding of them caused those exact feelings to creep into his mind. ”g-d dammit michelle!” he spoke, holding his head in his hands with a sigh, taking a deep breath to keep his anger levels down before his trigger finger was shooting an innocent person and suddenly, owen did not want to be around here anymore. he did not want to even be around michelle for her words had him disgusted with her. he knew she could be cold and a real bitch at times but that was uncalled for it and the disappointment that he felt that she would even throw that into this fae was evident on his face. he shook his head, growling under his breath ”i can’t believe you just said that. what the fuck is wrong with you michelle!? you know that i hate my job sometimes and that is an aspect i hate but at least i protect people from the rapists, fellow murderers and people that are worse than me in this fucking city! but no, you don’t acknowledge that i protect you or any of these other fuckers in this airport, all you care about is the morality of it all!”, the word morality was hissed of his tongue as he glared at her. his eyes were darkened, and his breathing was heavy. he hated that she did not understand as well as he thought that she did. the fact that she thought he just killed for the hell of it was something that stung his chest and caused a pain in his stomach that was growing. horrid thoughts ran through his mind when the word “morality” was actually spoken, he had always thought that he lacked those but the hurt that was written on his face now, by his wife and by his past and future actions, showed that he did in fact have those morals, regardless of how much he ignored them.
he had never been called “bad” by michelle, he always thought that she overlooked that side of him and saw the good side of him but it was evident in her last haunting words that she did not think of him as her hero, but as a monster. owen glanced down to his wedding ring that was sitting on his finger, as it always was. even during jobs, even during meetings, his wedding ring rested on his finger proudly but suddenly, it felt tight on his finger and his thumbs twitched as it scratched at the skin between his middle finger and his ring finger. it was suddenly an area of his skin that was burning and he sighed softly, his voice growing quieter and softer but avoiding her eye contact as he spoke, ”is that how you think of me, michelle?”, his voice was laced was the hurt that was written on his face and he avoided her questions that spilled from her mouth. if she thought of him to be a bad man, that he did not want to prolong or make those feeling stronger and he spoke coldly ”nothing.” and that was that. he was done answering the questions, well that was until she spoke her final words that had him cringing again. he took a step back from her, putting the space between his wife and him was hard but he needed to think for a moment and with the people gathered around him, he needed breathing room and that was not happening with the lack of distance. ”you are not going to lose me. but you need to trust me that i know best when it comes to safety, and when it comes to things that happening around the city. i know best in that aspect michelle. you need to believe that i will never let anything harm you and that you are safe in my arms. i cannot let you in on the mob activity because that is too dangerous, but i will let you know that you are safe and i am safe. leave it at that michelle.” he said, finally sitting back down next to her. his hand reached up to cup her chin and turn her head towards him. his lips found hers with a simple kiss and he smiled softly ”i love you. but you have to trust me.” he spoke before taking his free hand and uncurling her fingers from the fist, and instead intertwined their fingers together.
--------TAGGED michelle/seymour <3
--------STATUS complete
--------MUSE pretty good.
--------WORDS 2185
--------NOTES ...sorry this took so long. muse comes and goes.
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Post by MICHELLE AVA EVERETT on Jun 10, 2011 14:03:58 GMT -5
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YOU'VE LEFT ME SPEECHLESS
and so happy i could die;
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“Don't roll your eyes at me, Owen.” She nagged before they even finished their circle around his sockets. “Me, around me, that's a technicality. You don't know if I would have allowed them, you didn't ask!” Michelle shook her head, her nose scrunching up in disdain for the situation. She should have suspected something like this considering the line of business Owen was in. It was foolish of her to figure that she wasn't being protected somehow because had she not have been, she would probably have been dead a long time ago, but it just sounded so horrible when the words came out of Owen's mouth even if it was a good idea. More than the fact that she was being followed all the time, Michelle just wished Owen would have told her about it before hand. He had a knack for being secretive and working behind the scenes, it was probably why he was so good at his job, but Michelle no longer liked the mystery that came with Owen Everett. It was a strong turn-on when they were only teenagers. He was unpredictable and she could never pinpoint him down, but this many years later, it had become dated and Michelle just wanted to be kept in the loop. It was why she had debated countless times joining in the gang with Owen. For one thing, the money was good, but more importantly, she thought it might bring her closer to Owen, let her in more, and help her to understand him better. However, she couldn't wrap her mind around doing some of the things that he had to set out to do sometimes. She was a lot softer than he was, even if she had an explosive streak and yappy mouth on her, and Michelle felt things deeply all the time. She was a sensitive soul and had a feeling that would extend to her hand on the trigger. Michelle didn't think she could be in a gang, she didn't think she would be any good or help in one and, with the exclusion of this moment and moments like it, she was a pretty solid gang wife. "They're everywhere? They're at my work? My church? What do they do when I'm at the gynecologist, Owen?" She ragged on. "I guess you must like it knowing who I'm talking to at all times, if I'm with some guy or something..." She was shooting low, ranting without thinking first. Michelle would never cheat on Owen and she had never cheated on Owen. Now she understood why he never accused her of that, though before she just assumed it was because he knew her and fully trusted she would never do something like that to him.
Sighing, she couldn't argue with what he said next. She didn't know who the body guards were, though she tricked herself into thinking she spotted one for a moment, and Owen's foot was so obviously held down on this particular situation. She knew she wouldn't be able to change his mind. Owen was the most stubborn man she had ever met.
Swallowing hard around the growing anger in her throat, Michelle set her coldest and most disappointed expression straight onto Owen and then moved her attention outside the window. She was pissed off at him. Every time Owen got worked up as he was, Michelle was conflicted because it repulsed her, but it was also a turn on. This was typically how an argument between them started. One of them would say something that they knew would push the others buttons and then they were off. It seemed that both Michelle and Owen were born without filters and it was a free for all. Nothing was ever off the table. They both could fight dirty. Michelle couldn't scramble up something trite or accurate to say back to him. He had the upper hand and his decision was final. He'd said so himself. She should have just let it go, but she didn't. Sighing, they both raged on. It wasn't as if any of this was new to Michelle (besides the bodyguards). They had had similar fights before. The extra hormones in her body were causing her to flame up with emotions that she couldn't control fast enough. Maybe, she just needed to stop coming to the airport and keep her feet and head planted in reality. She knew about Owen's life, she married into it, that was her choice, she loved him, and she had become such a pro at turning the other cheek to most of the things he had done or had to do. Closing her eyes, she tried to compose herself and do that again, but it was too late. She took it to another level.
Her eyes skirted around the corners of the observation deck again, spotting small children. She wished that Owen would watch his mouth, cut out all the F-sharps that she could throw around, too, but she kept that much under control. Michelle generally had to be sent over the edge before she let out a string of a curses. A hand covered over her mouth once she tuned in enough to realize what she had said meant to Owen, how it had hurt him. In the moment, she was just trying to win, keep her argument in the ring, but now that didn't matter. She'd hurt him and she felt like one of the worst people in the world for it. It was uncalled for. Sighing, she stepped back as Owen seemed to be doing an excellent job at literally putting her in her place. She swallowed again before trying to utter out an apology. Her eyes were welling up and her knees were weak, though. Michelle reached up with the hand that had been on her lips and moved a few hairs out of her face. “I'm sorry.” She managed to wiggle the two words out, but feared they would mean shit all to her husband. She had taken things too far and her body was in pain for hurting him how she had. His weapon of choice was a gun and her's were her words. He was, at the very least, somewhat wise with how he chose to use his. She didn't think sometimes before she pulled her trigger. Michelle felt cramping in her sides and assumed it was just from the arguing, the stress, and how awful she'd been, but she clutched at them both and let her face adjust in pain, grimacing. She sobbed, turning to try and face him, but her head kept focus on the ground. She removed one hand from her side, turning it into the fist on her knee and cried about her fears of losing him. She never knew where he was and what he was doing, if he was safe, and maybe, that had something to do with why the bodyguards upset her. He had tabs on her and she never if he was going to be alright. That was the worst part of being in love with Owen. His unpredictability was what made him exciting, but it was also what made him so damn unpredictable.
“Of course, I don't think that. I'm sorry. You're not a bad man.” She shook her head, hoping he realized now that she was being honest and it had just been in the heat of the moment that the words shot out like bullets from her mouth. “Seedy, shady, and full of shit sometimes, yeah, but not a bad man. Never a bad man.” She smiled slightly then looked back down, wiping one eye on the shoulder of her striped shirt. She would have used her wrist, but one hand was firmly placed in a fist while she felt like she needed the other to keep the pain in her side under control. Like a student listening to their teacher or being scolded by the principal, she listened intently to what Owen said, nodding towards the floor beneath them as he spoke. She looked up only to kiss him and then rested her forehead against his, breathing in and sniffling. “I'm sorry. I do. I trust you and I love you. I don't know what the Hell is wrong with me right now. I hate myself for saying some of that shit, Owen. “ She leaned back and watched his finger between hers and then stood up, groaning as she did, but letting go of her side. “I'm like crying all the time lately.” She tried to laugh, letting go of his hand so she could clean up the wet mess beneath her eyes. “They were playing that stupid Titantic song at the gym this morning and I was, like, moved to tears. It was embarrassing.” She talked softly just to fill in the space between them before sliding her hands down her body. She stuffed one into the pocket of her shorts and reached out with the other to take his hand. “Do you have to go back to work?” Michelle asked, innocently. She was careful not to sound off another argument. Sometimes, when the two of them fought like this, Michelle would just walk away from him while he was mid-sentence, because she didn't want to deal with it and because she knew it pissed him off, and other times she just kept fighting unapologetically, but today she was sore, they were in public, and she truly was sorry.
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