Sinners and Saints - Faith and Damon

[The Hypocrisy of Truth]

Her mind was blown. How could she have been so stupid? How could she have thought for a second that he didn't love her? But anyone can lie. That thought made her back away from him a little bit and shake her head, kneeling down so her forehead touched the wet earth. After all of this, am I finally losing it? Is this what going crazy feels like?[/b] She was thoroughly convinced she was going crazy when she looked back up at him, standing up. She slammed her fist into a nearby tree, some of the bark breaking off and cutting her hand. Blood mixed with water, and she almost smiled. Her blood was beautiful to her. Though, strangely, only when it was flooding out of her.

Her fist met the trunk of the tree again. Cutting deeper and taking more blood out of her. And again. She had no idea why she kept hitting it as hard as she could, why she was purposefully causing herself pain? Better question, why did she like it? Then she thought about Damon again. That she was making him watch her hurt herself like this. Her mind cleared some and she was suddenly irrationally angry again. She knew it wasn't his fault, and that she shouldn't be mad at him. "Leave." The word forced itself out of her throat in an almost inhuman snarl.

Alone. That's what she was. And she was bringing it on herself. Forcing herself into social celibacy. When she was with Damon, she felt like she had the world at her feet. When she was alone, she was at the mercy of everything with a heartbeat. She was cruel, dangerous, untamed, and rabid. She was something people should scream and runaway from. But he didn't. And because he didn't, no one else did. Because he held her, she was safe. Because he fed her, she was never in want of food. Because he promised her life, it was given to her without question. Because he loved her, she was loved.

The first sobbing noise she made came out as a horrible choking sound. It racked her body in horrible tremors and sent her back onto her knees. This time she wasn't at the mercy of a rapist, a murderer, or an unloving parent. She was at the mercy of herself. Her own mind, and body.

Night was beginning to fall. She couldn't remember how long she had been standing like that. The tears had stopped flowing, there was nothing inside of her left to mourn. Still on her knees, half bent over, forcing herself to breathe, she said the only thing that made sense to say. "I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry." No one needed to be in her mind to know what she meant. It wasn't just an apology to Damon. But it was an apology to Jackson. To precious little Hugh. "I'm so sorry."

Faith didn't know if Damon was still there or not. For all she knew he could be holding her, but her body was so numb she couldn't feel it. Had she been mad at her brothers for leaving her? A part of her was. A part of her hated them for it. But the rest of her just missed them so bad it was hard to breathe.

Because he could breathe, she could too She wasn't just safe from physical harm with him. She was safe emotionally, and mentally. Her brother's voice rang out in her head once more. Because he promised her tomorrow, it would come.[/color]

[AphroditeBeauttii]

Damon was holding her- his girl. He couldn't smile, his heart was breaking for the fragile girl in his arms. "Oh, sweetheart" he whispered. He moved and picked her up into his arms, slowly carrying her back to his house. All the way home, he kissed her forehead and whispered sweet nothings to her until he got into the house.

Dianna moved out of the bedroom and folded her arms as she watched her brother with Faith- "Give us some time, okay?" he asked her softly, she nodded and moved out of the house before he carried Faith through to their bedroom and put her down onto the bed slowly.

He laid down next to her before moving and stroking her face, moving her hair back as he moved and kissed her cheeks, moving to her lips as he held her hand. "I love you, I will always love you" he said softly as he moved to look into her eyes.

[The Hypocrisy of Truth]

Faith didn't realize how cold she was until she felt the warmth of their house. It spread through her quickly, and though she was barely keeping her face dry of tears at the moment she forced her self to undress, climbing under the warmth of their bed covers and snuggling her body close to Damon. She wasn't in the mood for anything really sexual tonight, but she made sure he was close enough to feel the heat that was now radiating off her. She laid her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes, wanting to sleep so bad, but so afraid that if she did, whenever she awoke he would be gone.

Her heart screamed out for him, her mind body and soul completely his in every way possibly. She moved and kissed his lips gently, loving the feel of his soft lips against her. "I love you so much." She whispered. "I never want to lose you. Ever." She was almost surprised her voice still worked. And even more surprised to hear the strength behind it. A strength she didn't feel she had.

[AphroditeBeauttii]

Damon watched her closely as he rested his hands on her back and looked into her eyes adoringly- "You will never lose me" he said reassuringly as he kissed her forehead softly. "Never. I love you more than anything, Faith. You are my world, I promise you that" he said as he squeezed her close to him, never wanting to let this precious girl get away from him.

He loved her so much, he had never... ever thought that he would feel this way about someone. It had never even crossed his mind that a girl would feel the same way back. And when this girl had... it had been the most amazing thing that had ever happened to him. It was like she was this miracle. Just when his life could have gone completely downhill, Faith had appeared and pulled him out of that, not that she knew it. It was like she had shown him that life was precious and he had to live his to the full, he had to fulfil his life for her. For them both.

As he laid there and held her close, so many thoughts drifted through his mind, both good and bad. How much longer would this last? He hoped it would be forever. But with all this... this chaos that could ensue soon, he had no idea. But he wanted to make the most of it with her while they could.

[The Hypocrisy of Truth]

Faith snuggled in closer into him, nuzzling his chest gently and inhaling his precious scent. His smell was distinct and always calmed her. The smell of factory smoke mixed with the scent of wood and various spices from the different plants they collect to better the flavor of their meals with. She turned around so her back was pressing into his chest. She put her hand on her stomach, rubbing gently. It was very possible she could be pregnant. If she was she should be feeling what she is now. Getting sick like that and then the emotional breakdown due to wacky hormones. She needed to know for sure. She had to.

"How much money do we have?" She asked him quietly. "I want to see if I can get a pregnancy test... I just- I need to know. I think I might be..." She looked into his eyes, almost scared. What if she really was? Well, she knew he wanted kids. And she did, as long as they could actually take care of them. But with the reaping coming up... What if she did get reaped? And what if she was pregnant and had to go into the Games? What if she was pregnant and Damon went into the Games?

[AphroditeBeauttii]

Damon watched her closely and a slow smile spread across his face, he was ignoring the fact that they could be in so much mess right then. He was just focusing on what she had said and the thought of that alone. "I want to be a Daddy" he said softly as he brushed back her hair and smiled at her reassuringly.

He sat up and poked about in his pockets, pulling out all the change in his pocket and putting it into her hand- "I'm sure that's enough, sweetheart" he said softly.

[The Hypocrisy of Truth]

Faith nodded and took the change, hugging him gently after doing so. "I have to go do some stuff for Alexander and then I'll buy it and come home, okay?" She said and got up off the bed, forgetting she wasn't wearing anything until the heat from the sun shining in assaulted her delicate skin and she winced. Quickly, she moved over to dress. "Why does it have to be sunny out right now?" She mumbled in a low growl and put on her usual outfit.

Faith crossed the small room back over to him and kissed him gently. "I'll be back later. I might kill a few things when I'm out there." She said and kissed him once for, finding it terribly difficult to leave him. But she had no choice, so she gathered her equipment and walked out the door. "I'll be back in a bit."

[AphroditeBeauttii]

He nodded and sighed, not quite sure what do with himself then. He moved and walked across the room slowly, before pacing back again, and again, and again. Thoughts spinning around his mind as he did so. He looked around and breathed in deeply as he did so, he moved and perched on the windowsill.

He had no idea what to do. This whole thing was crazy and... strange.

He moved and went outside, looking around as he waited for Faith, he moved and leant up against a tree nearby, looking around as he watched people. This grim place... it wasn't where he wanted to raise a baby. He needed more money, they needed more money. He'd have to hunt more.

[The Hypocrisy of Truth]

Faith came back later and kissed him when she found him. "Have you just been waiting around for me...?" She asked as she led him back into the house and looked around for some food and water inside their small kitchen. Finally deciding it was hopeless she curled up on the bed with Damon and laid her head on his chest. "Tell me a story." She whispered before looking up into his eyes and giggling.

Jackson used to read her and Hugh stories all the time. She loved to listen to him talk. It usually put her straight to sleep. But she was always so tired anyway that he never got offended. Faith looked out the window as the sun moved below the horizon and droplets of rain started to fall. She wanted to be back out on the roof right now, but she just didn't want to move to get there.

Her heart sank. What terror would the Games bring? What if one of them was reaped? She hated how many times a day she thought about this. Would this be the last time she would have the chance to feel rain on her soft and supple skin. To feel Damon's touch, and his breath against her ear as he whispered beautiful nothings to her in the dark as he made her feel exactly how much he loved her. She looked into his eyes. Those beautiful eyes that could only belong to a man like him. "I love you." It was barely a whisper, but the words held their own power.