The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
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>> "Being th' best blessing in my life was a good start."[/color]
Agnes grinned. Rebecca certainly knew how to say the right things to get the young runaway blushing so fiercely that she was probably as red as a beet. While normally such praise Agnes tended to argue against, she learned two things from being the girlfriend of Rebecca Grey: 1) never argue with her when she is being sweet; you never win, and 2) …Rebecca is ALWAYS being sweet. The runaway, though defeated, could only smile wide.
With weary bones she slipped into bed and sighed. She was thankful that Rebecca had decided to stay with her, even though she was as sick as a dog. The last thing she wanted was to make the sweet Scot sick as well, but she knew there was no use in arguing with her.
Instead she smiled sweetly as the soup was presented to her.
>> "Ah know you cannae taste much, sae jist trust me when Ah say it's delicious."[/color]
She groaned in agony. God, it looked so good but her nose was so stuffy that she knew she was not going to be able to smell any of it, much less taste it. Just the thought of that was enough to cause her frustration. But, Agnes did her best to hide it. It still did look appetizing and she knew that Rebecca would never steer her wrong.
“I trust you,” she smiled. “But you’ll still have to make whatever this soup is again after I’m well,” she grinned and winked. She loved Rebecca’s cooking; it was a skill set that was far superior compared to her own.
She sighed as she cuddled next to her girlfriend. It was her fault for wanting to be in the hot zone so if she got sick, it was all on her.
>> "Here, get under th' covers an' lean back. Ah'll feed you sae you can jist relax your hands and focus on gettin' better."[/color]
Agnes looked at her just a tad indignantly. It was not like Agnes was an invalid or something, she could at least lift a spoon. But just as she was about to same something to that effect, she winced when her stinger had gotten caught on the sheets of her bed. She sighed and shook her head as she just decided to give up. With a nod she slipped into bed, under the covers (carefully), and tried not to get the stingers too close to Rebecca.
“Wow, I feel like I’m being such a bother,” Agnes said as she pouted cutely to Rebecca, pulling the blankets up a bit to cover her from the stomach down. “You really are just being too sweet to me, you know that?”
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>> “I trust you, but you’ll still have to make whatever this soup is again after I’m well.”
”Naething would make me happier,” Rebecca promised. If you’d have it, Ah’d gladly make you soup whene’r you wanted for th’ rest of our lives, Rebecca thought to herself, keeping the thoughts in her head. They were doing so well, but it had to be too early to throw out such proclamations so nonchalantly, right? It was an unspoken agreement that the two girls wanted to be together always, but putting it on such definite words so soon had to be clingy or presumptuous or naïve, or one of those other cautionary words. She would simply keep those confessions in her love-struck mind.
>> “Wow, I feel like I’m being such a bother… You really are just being too sweet to me, you know that?”
Rebecca shook her head, bothered that Agnes would call herself a bother at all. Speaking carefully and quietly, as though she was supposed to share it in a whisper, she said, ”You’re nae a bother… Ah’m jist like this coz… well, Ah’ve never wanted to care for someone… be there for someone,” she corrected, knowing that it was not just the feelings of a caregiver she had for Agnes, ”th’ way Ah wanna be there for you.”
Always.
Rebecca offered her soup to Agnes, always very careful not to spill the piping hot broth on Agnes. After a few silent steamy spoonfuls, Rebecca’s mind finally returned to another steamy topic. ”Ah have tae admit, it was prolly a good thing you got me out of th’ shower.” She could feel the embarrassment return to her face. ”Sick or not, Ah might hae pounced on you.” It always felt bizarre or dirty to vocalize her urges, but she was working through the layers of trained modesty and Catholic guilt. Even with Agnes’s sickness consuming her, Rebecca found it impossible to see her girlfriend as anything but beautiful.
>> ”You’re nae a bother… Ah’m jist like this coz… well, Ah’ve never wanted to care for someone… be there for someone, th’ way Ah wanna be there for you.”[/color]
Agnes smiled as she lowered her gaze a little, idly fumbling with the edges of her blanket. Again, Rebecca was just being far too cute and understanding for words. She just had the most beautiful soul, and it was such a lovely sight that Agnes could not bear to think of her life without her.
But…those thoughts were far too serious to be thinking right now…right? After all, they had only known each other for close to a year; wasn’t that too soon to be thinking about forever? Maybe it was. But even so, Agnes still found herself tickled by the idea of being so close to Rebecca and having her in her life from here on out. She loved the idea, honestly, but she could not give voice to it. Not yet. Not until some more time passed and both of them were sure that each other was who they wanted.
After all, they were still just in their teens…didn’t they still have their whole lives ahead of them?
Agnes shook away her thoughts as she relaxed in bed and took in another grateful spoonful of the delicious soup that she was being offered. She sighed contentedly as she felt her stomach warm up, the soup nestling inside her center and heating her from the inside out. It did well to combat the icky feelings of her current illness.
Resting comfortably, she sipped at the soup that was offered and smiled sweetly at her girlfriend. She really couldn’t comprehend how she got so lucky.
>> ”Ah have tae admit, it was prolly a good thing you got me out of th’ shower…Sick or not, Ah might hae pounced on you.”[/color]
A flush of red crept over Agnes cheeks and she chuckled as she tried to keep her shyness from over taking in. In all honesty, she knew exactly what Rebecca meant. She would have probably done the exact same thing if she were not so out of sorts with this illness.
She smiled as she finally turned her eyes up to face Rebecca.
“Heh, then it was a good thing I did…otherwise I would have let you,” she smirked as she tried to keep her hands folded nicely upon her lap. She really didn’t want to risk harming Rebecca because she couldn’t control her hormones. Besides, she was sick and the she doubted that intimacy was going help alleviate that.
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>> “Heh, then it was a good thing I did…otherwise I would have let you.”
It did not help Rebecca's irrational desire of have her way with Agnes to know that Agnes would have put up no resistance. It was just her luck that there would be two solid obstacles between them and another hasty trip to the shower. If things took a turn for the hot and playful, Rebecca would be at risk to catch Agnes's illness, (which at this point she would gladly accept,) as well as a sting of biotoxin and a trip to the hospital, (which she was now weighing against enjoying Agnes-kisses.)
Rebecca continued to feed Agnes her sustenance, folding one leg over the other and trying not to fidget. "Oh really. How 'boot that..." The soup had cooled off enough that she did not have to worry about blowing away the scorching heat. That fact combined with Rebecca's new-found impatience had increased the tempo of her feeding until there was nothing more than an empty bowl remaining.
Rebecca pressed her hand against Agnes's forehead; it was about the same, at least to the touch. "You poor thing," she said, leaning in and kissing the warm forehead.
"Ah'm here for you," she said as she moved down and kissed Agnes's cheek.
"For as long as you need me," she said as she placed a soft kiss on Agnes's neck. Then a few more. Really, what was the rush? She let the two important warnings leave her head for a while, now focused on making sure every square inch of Agnes's neck was treated fairly with a kiss or two of its own.
Agnes chuckled and nodded. It was true and humorous to think about. Like, really, even though she was sick and she had poisonous stingers, the image that popped in her head (actually a memory!) of standing in her shower with her girlfriend just…well…sent shivers up her spine. She loved being intimate with Rebecca and it could be quite addicting. And though there was obviously a time and place for it (the library NOT being one of those), Agnes was feeling so crumby she probably would have had shaky enough resolve to not stop Rebecca had she furthered her advances.
But, thankfully she did! She would keep her girlfriend from getting sick, she would not risk her getting stung as well. This was the right decision. Agnes felt crumby enough as it was and while being with Rebecca would momentarily help, in the long run, she wanted to be healthy again.
>> "You poor thing,"[/color]
She pouted and smiled as Rebecca felt her forehead. She could only imagine how hot she felt. Agnes could nearly feel her cheeks being flushed already and if she could feel it then she was more than certain that Rebecca could. She hated the idea that being so sick was keeping them from being intimate. But it was one of those frustrations of nature that people just had to deal with. She sighed.
Then she felt lips the lips on her forehead and smiled sweetly. It was such a tender gesture that it made the runaway automatically feel much more relaxed.
>> "Ah'm here for you…For as long as you need me,"[/color]
…then she felt those same lips pressing their way down the length of her neck. Agnes felt a tingle at the base of her spine as it crept up her back. Though she claimed to have no idea what Rebecca was doing, it was obvious that she did. Her cheeks flushed with shyness, mixed with fever, as she craned her neck just a little not allow Rebecca any resistance. It really did feel good and it was taking her mind off of any discomfort from being sick.
But she was enjoying it too much. As Agnes relaxed back, leaning in just a little to leave a string of tiny kisses behind Rebecca’s ear, she began to raise her hands to place them on the redhead’s hips. But just before she could she had to force herself to stop. She caught that glance of her stingers and instantly she recoiled, shoving her hands back down into the bed and safely under the blankets. It was a violet enough gesture to step back that she looked up at Rebecca (whom she interrupted) and frowned in apology.
“I…I’m sorry,” she managed to say a little breathlessly, trying to keep her hands buried. “I…I don’t want to hurt you.”
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Rebecca was distracting herself well enough that she did not notice Agnes's accidental near-attempt on her life. It was not until Agnes violently jerked away that Rebecca realized what must have happened while she was occupied.
>> “I…I’m sorry. I…I don’t want to hurt you.”
Rebecca frowned, but Agnes was just being sweet and looking out for her. "Ah know..." Rebecca hated Agnes's stingers, which led her to feel guilty for hating something that was a part of Agnes.
She wracked her head for any ways around their predicament, but she was coming up empty for anything that was not "we have to behave and calm down." It was not until Rebecca remembered her dinner with Rhythm that a Plan B manifested.
Amidst Rhythm's flirting (which now caused Rebecca a twinge of jealousy for encouraging it,) the bold woman made a joke regarding hand cuffs. Obviously, the concept was beyond Rebecca's understanding, but in her situation, it did inspire a new idea. "Wait a sec."
Rebecca unfastened the towel wrapped around her, doing her best to disregard modest impulses in favor of productive ones. "Put your hands over your head?" Rebecca requested of Agnes, unsure of how to go about what she was doing, making it up and hoping for the best.
Rebecca looped the towel around Agnes's wrist, then made a second loop around the bedpost. She tied what was left in a knot. "Now there's no risk." Rebecca blushed at the realization that she was even able to come up with a plan like that. "Um, is that comfortable enough?" Rebecca asked, hoping it would be fine, because now that the warm air of the room was resting against her skin, she would be glad to resume what she was starting before Agnes's wandering hands incident.
Agnes sighed a little in frustration. She really didn’t want for things to have ground to a halt the way that they did, but on top of just not feeling well, she didn’t want to accidently sting Rebecca. Normally she switches out of her stinger form before she runs the risk of causing problems like this but this was apparently just a case of bad timing. As much as she wanted to be with her girlfriend, now was simply not the time. She was going to have to resign herself to that fact.
>> "Ah know..."[/color]
She blinked as she looked up at Rebecca in surprise. She was just about to ask what was going on when suddenly she saw her girlfriend strip herself of her towel. An immediate flush of red crept over her cheeks as Rebecca remained there in all her unclothed glory.
Agnes tried to be respectful and turn her eyes…
>> "Wait a sec…Put your hands over your head?"[/color]
“What?” She asked in confusion.
Of course, Agnes complied by placing her stingered hands above her head. The bewilderment was obvious as watched her girlfriend move about. Though she wanted to know what was happening, she was clearly just a tad distracted. Not only was her girlfriend bare, she was moving about in far too close a proximity. It was not until Rebecca was already done did Agnes realize what she had done.
>> "Now there's no risk…Um, is that comfortable enough?"[/color]
Agnes couldn’t find the voice to respond. She attempted to move her arms but found that they were pretty securely tied to the bedpost. Yes, her stingers were out of the way now. And, as clear as an advantage was it now that she posed no harm to Rebecca, she couldn’t help the rapid beating of her heart. It was almost as if her chest were a storm cloud that thundered ever more violently with every passing second. She twitched, she twisted, and still her arms were could come undone and it was to the point that she was beginning to panic.
Her rapid heart rate, the harsh breathes she took to calm herself (which may have looked as if she were attracted to the moment), completed the expression that washed over her face. Anxiety was beginning to settle deep into her heart.
Why?
For one reason. The last time she was restrained, she was branded a demon; both literally and figuratively. Yes, her physical scars were indeed gone but the emotional, the mental ones, they were glowed as white hot as the brand that touched her skin in that time long ago.
She squirmed, she gasped, and tears began to well up at the corners of her eyes as she began fidget with her restrained hands, accidentally getting the stingers caught in fabric and causing a twinge of pain. She knew it was fake, it had to be, but she could almost hear that zealot-like chanting in the back of her mind.
“Noooo, pleeeease…” she squirmed and closed her eyes as tightly as she could to keep from seeing the apparitions of her past. “Please, let me go! Please?”
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Rebecca was expecting Agnes to either get fidgety or present herself as an offering to her girlfriend, who was clearly a diety of the bedroom. The response she received however, was notably out of line with both expectations.
>> “Noooo, pleeeease… Please, let me go! Please?”
The sounds of her girlfriend's quick ascent into terror triggered Rebecca's reaction to quickly undo the knot. She thought to herself as she untied Agnes's wrists why the act made Agnes so uncomfortable, and it took barely any time for her to reach the memory of Agnes's house.
She now vividly recalled the shackles Rebecca broke during their last visit. Her eyes widened and the color rushed out of her face, and indeed the rest of her bare body. "Ohmigod, Agnes Ah'm so sorry!" she sputtered out, clinging to her girlfriend in an apology hug. "Ah was sex-blinded! Ah wasnae thinking!"
Rebecca looked up with genuine puppy-dog eyes. "Forgive me?"
Agnes was still squirming as the memories began to flood into her head. She didn’t want to think about those awful days, but being bound like this only pressed upon her the feelings of helplessness and terror. Deep down, she knew that her parents were not here, that it was just her and Rebecca but she could not help the anxiety that wanted to seize her heart. The flood of memories were completely overtaking her and Agnes was shivering like a wet puppy out in the rain.
Needless to say, she was scared and she wanted to be out of this. Right. Now.
Thankfully, though Agnes could not see it, Rebecca was quick to tie her. The young runaway still squirmed and cried silently to herself as she tried to will the thoughts away. It was not until she finally felt her arms go slack did Agnes quickly draw back her arms into herself, cowering away memories that wanted to pierce her.
>> "Ohmigod, Agnes Ah'm so sorry! I was sex-blinded! Ah wasnae thinking!"[/color]
The heavy breath and her loud heartbeat still pointed out to the fact that she was still terrified out of her mind. She was calming down but being bound like that had simply brought back too many memories for her to want to deal with at one time.
>> "Forgive me?"[/color]
She felt the cuddling of Rebecca but she still could not open her eyes. It was ridiculous to be this scared but the scars of her memories ran so deep that she doubted she would ever really forget them. But, cautiously, she slowly opened her eyes, feeling the warm body pressed against her own, the pleading of the voice, and spied the large, sad eyes that looked into her own.
Still shaking like a leaf, Agnes swallowed hard and meekly nodded her head. She could forgive Rebecca, but she feared voicing anything right now would only lead to sobs.
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Rebecca could feel Agnes's entire body trembling like it was about to shatter into a thousand tiny pieces, and it did a terrible number on her heart to know that she was guilty of causing the shaking mass of girlfriend she was lying on top of.
Agnes finally opened her eyes, and eye contact was made between the two, but no words were ushered. Agnes was clearly speechless. Rebecca could see in her eyes, terrified though they were, that she forgave Rebecca, but forgiveness so coated in fear provided no comfort for the nude Scot.
It was becoming harder to breath, with Rebecca's guilt doing its best to suffocate her. She got up off Agnes and quickly to her knees on the bed, rolling over to the edge so she could stand.
"A-Ah shoulds probably get going-- maybe let Gina know it's her shift tae keep an eye on you." Rebecca hastily looked around the room for her neat pile of clothing, quickly stepping toward it and trying to get her top over her head. Her shaking hands and her overwhelming desire to cry were not helping her coordination.
She had screwed up what was such a cute day with Agnes amidst her sickness and metamorphosis, and all because she could not control her hormones.
With her shirt still over her head, she continued her rambling. "Ah shoulds probably get some stuff done anyway, like, like, errands! Or school stuff! Or--"
Rebecca was on her third lame, made up excuse to escape before her foot caught on the leg of a nearby chair, and she fell to the ground. She was not hurt, but it was the final straw to her patience, leaving her naked from the neck up on the ground, her head and arms still trapped in her shirt, and her eyes swelling up with tears that were soaking through the cotton top that was concealing her.
Agnes did her best to collect herself but it was almost too much to put herself back together after that fiasco. She really had not wanted to ruin anything but having her wrist bound the way they were, it just immediately brought her back to that moment before her parents scarred her for life. She knew they were rotting in prison, that they were not here in this room and that they could never get in. But she couldn’t help it. She simply could not shake the feeling of dread that had seized her heart and began to squeeze the life out of her. It was just far too much to handle.
But, worst of all, was the look that was on her girlfriend’s face after everything that happened. Agnes was crying and shaking because she didn’t want to remember; she wasn’t mad at Rebecca at all, but the look on the redhead’s face seemed to state that she was being crushed by guilt.
>> "A-Ah shoulds probably get going-- maybe let Gina know it's her shift tae keep an eye on you."[/color]
Agnes began to sit up, still wrapping her arms around herself protectively as she watched the suddenly change in Rebecca’s demeanor. She was mortified and she was looking for any lame excuse to get out of the room and out of the situation she was in. Agnes didn’t blame her for anything, but it was apparent that Rebecca was punishing herself.
>> “Ah shoulds probably get some stuff done anyway, like, like, errands! Or school stuff! Or--"[/color]
Rebecca took a nosedive, her shirt still barely half on, when she collapsed onto the ground. In fear, Agnes bolted up onto she knees and looked over the end of the bed to see the heap that was her pale, and freckled girlfriend, sniffling and crying under the fold of her shirt.
Agnes gasped and bolted to her feet. She moved around the bed to the shaking form of the girlfriend and sniffled at the sight of it. This was not what she wanted, she didn’t want Rebecca to feel like this over a simple mistake. It was not her fault, it was not Agnes’ either; it was going to be a long process to work through feelings that reminded her of where she came from.
Tears welling up in her own eyes, Agnes sniffled as she slowly dropped to her knees next to Rebecca. Carefully, she rubbed the back of her hands against the young woman’s back, trying to be soothing without accidentally stinging her.
“No, Rebecca, please,” she pleaded with her softly. “Don’t. Please…don’t leave. Don’t be sad. You didn’t do anything wrong. Really. I just…I still have some things to work out…” she trailed off, sighing and trying not to think about her parents or their continued effect on her life…
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Rebecca felt soft skin brushing her back. Since she was not shaking or seizing, she assumed she was being consoled with the non-stinger side of Agnes's hand. Rebecca was still trembling, and the last few tears were escaping her eyes, but the presence of her girlfriend calmed her down.
Eventually, she managed to just pull the shirt off of her head and toss it into the corner, displeased with it for making her look so foolish.
Rebecca leaned toward Agnes, resting her head on her girlfriend's chest, taking deep breaths to regain her composure. "Ah'm sorry. Ah jist... well, things are going sae well, and Ah keep worrying Ah'm gorna make a mistake, an' it'll be th' mistake that ruins everything." It was the first time since their return from Scotland that Rebecca had opened up with any of her insecurities, and this one was indeed one of the more pressing problems plaguing her mind.
"Ah love you sae much... an' Ah am not sure how we'll Ah'd handle losing you..." Key phrases that came to mind included "falling apart," "breaking down," and "never leaving her room again."
Agnes sighed, thankful that Rebecca leaned in to hug her so close. The pair of them sat quietly on the ground, trying to get the memories of this event out of their minds. Agnes hated that she was affected like this but she knew that it was something that she really had little control over. She needed time to get these issues fixed and until then, she just needed to take things one step at a time. She knew that Rebecca would respect her for that.
She nestled her head against Rebecca’s as the young Scot pressed against her, holding her close. The two of them remained in a warm embrace, Agnes doing her best to comfort without stinging Rebecca.
>> "Ah'm sorry. Ah jist... well, things are going sae well, and Ah keep worrying Ah'm gorna make a mistake, an' it'll be th' mistake that ruins everything."[/color]
In all honestly, Agnes had been having such fears as well. Rhythm was a bad time in her life, and she hurt Jasmine badly, but Rebecca she cared for so much. So far her track record for relationships had been pretty bad and the last thing she really wanted was to make any mistakes that would jeopardize this one. For the first time in her life, she was happy; ridiculously happy with someone like Rebecca and it just would not be fair for that to be jeopardized.
But, such would be the way of her life if it happened. She frowned a little sadly at the thought of that, but she had to keep herself from sinking into that pool of sadness. But, it seemed as if Rebecca was along those train of thoughts as well…
>> "Ah love you sae much... an' Ah am not sure how we'll Ah'd handle losing you..." [/color]
Agnes frowned a little at the thought, pressing her cheek against Rebecca’s forehead. Finally, though, she shook her head. She leaned down and carefully, sweetly, kissed her girlfriend on the lips. There was such tenderness and hope there in that small gesture.
“No,” she whispered. “I won’t let that happen. I…I love you so much. We can’t think like that; we cannot allow ourselves to think about losing each other. If it were to happen, we’d survive, but…we won’t let it. Got me?” she said, trying to smile enthusiastically in her girlfriend’s eyes.
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Rebecca felt terrible, like there was a void in the pit of her stomach. Having her mind contemplate her world post-Agnes was not something she often allowed herself to do, and she was understanding the reason. Even imagining that world left her feeling cold and broken, like a shattered ice sculpture.
Rebecca's dark world lit up instantly at the tender kiss of her girlfriend's lips. If that was the kiss that transferred Agnes's sickness to her, every achy moment would be worth it.
>> “No. I won’t let that happen. I…I love you so much. We can’t think like that; we cannot allow ourselves to think about losing each other. If it were to happen, we’d survive, but…we won’t let it. Got me?”
It sounded so contradictory: they would make it through a break-up, but they were never going to break-up. Rebecca was never going to believe that she would survive a split from Agnes, but it was comfort enough to hear Agnes say they would never break up.
There was no way Agnes could promise it; they did not know what the future could hold. Would they survive if something truly terrible stood between them? For now, Rebecca would have to believe they could. Agnes promised they would never break up, and that sounded like the one thing Rebecca wanted. Meekly, she looked up with her shimmering, watery eyes. "So...forever?" The word escaped her lips, hoping she was not going too far by invoking it.
How could she deny to large, soft eyes. She loved Rebecca so dearly that it didn’t seem right to not promise her that they would stay together forever. But, really, how could she promise that? Look what happened with Jasmine; she thought she was going to be with that young lady forever and yet they still ended up breaking up. It just was not right to promise such a thing to the sweet redhead.
But, again, how could she not? She smiled a little gently as she peered into those mismatched eyes. Doing her best to keep from suddenly seizing her with her hands, Agnes brushed the hair from Rebecca’s sweet face, leaned in, and pressed her lips against her’s again.
It was a such a sweet kiss that Agnes felt the world around them drop away. Yes, she was still sick, she was still worried about their future, and she was very nervous about the up and coming school year, but she had to have faith. Though Agnes would consider herself an atheist, at this moment and time, she actually found herself praying to whatever being on high would listen. Please, please let them work out.
In the end, she really couldn’t imagine a world without Rebecca in her life either…
Once she finally pulled away, remoistening her lips, she smiled and nodded with as much conviction as she could muster.
“…and ever, Becca.” she said as she pressed her forehead against Rebecca’s. “And even beyond that…”