Chelsea Forsters War (for CaptainL)

[RedShinigami]

FInella and Chelsea were bruised, broken and naked, a true testament of warriors that fought tooth and nail to get the victory over their enemy.
Their struggles turned weaker by the minute, there was just as much energy as both could muster and none of them was ready for the battle today.
No stretching, no preparation, no training, they went at each other unprepared and dished out at each other what they could without preparation.
When the PPV would come, both would be ready and the fight would turn even more grueling, both women were aware and could'nt wait for this glorious day when their feud would reach it's peak.

When all the anger and wrath about the things they had done to each other, finally would burst at We are LAW and the two demons were released from their leashes to fight each other at their best form.
It would be long, it would be brutal, it would be something LAW wo'nt forget for a long time to come...
And neither Fin nor Chelsea would like it any other way.
This relationship had long succeeded any usual wrestling feud, the hate and disgust, the mirrorimage of their sisters, was so deep and so rotten that it could just end with a final decision.

The stage was set and their final rehearsal was coming to an unsatisfying conclusion:
That both women were even and would fight until their bodies break...
But then again, this was what both want.
Anything other then reaching the breaking point of their bodies would be an insult to them both.

Finella was naked, covered in sweat, trash, and their womenly juices as Chelsea brutally shoved her into the fountain, pressing her naked body onto the Hellraiser, holding her down and tortured her with the icecold water.
Thats were Finella gathered her last ounces of energy, the pure hate for her rival, Chelsea dominating her, close to knocking her out...she could'nt take it without using everything her leftover resources she could muster and so, with the loudest scream the Hellraiser ever let out of her system, she bent forward, lifted the other woman onto her back and then jumpstarted backwards, both women landing in the cold water of the pool with a big splash.

The wolf needed a second to adjust herself as both rivals descended from the water, getting up and gasping for air.
"Oh, no you won't!", Finella snarled and wrapped her arms around her form and started her last attack.
This had to do the job or the Hellraiser would get into trouble...
"Time for your bath you stinking, filthy, british cunt!", she snarled and squeezed Chelseas midsection with all she could muster before diving into the water.

Their battle had reached it's climax.
All that was to do for the two battered warriors was to land the final blow and the pool was as good for it as anything else,
even better, because here the water could be a vital factor in the victory.
Both their bodies were at its end and needed air to sustain themselves desperatly.
Finella held on to Chelsea, their eyes locked in a deadly stare while Chelsea did everything to get Finella off her, but punches in the water were'nt as effective as a bearhug and so the punching and kicking from Chelsea did nothing more then to annoy Finella who squeezed with all she was worth, wanting to see the eyes of Chelsea break, before bringing them up and put Chelsea into the trashcan again and putting her before their house...yes..that was a perfect idea.

And filled with this delighftul visions of the absolute humiliation of her opponent the Wolf tried to squeeze the last bit of life out of Chelsea.
Would the Brit come up with something to save herself or would she go down, ending this bout in a victory for Finella?

[CaptainL]

For a moment, Chelsea thought she just might be on the verge of bringing Finella to her knees once and for all. She had her head held down over the water fountain, spraying her directly in the face, and with each sputtering gasp that left the Hellraiser's throat, Chelsea could feel her smile creep wider and wider across her face. She leaned down closer, bringing her body against Finella's own to add her weight to the load bearing down on her back and holding her in place. Her bare hips ground up against Finella's back, but even the warmth of skin rubbing against skin didn't trigger enough of a sensation in Chelsea to slow her down. All other feelings were drowned out by the raw anger and hatred she felt for Finella, and the satisfaction of how finally, after so many long and hard-fought battles, after enduring so much suffering at her hands, she was about to bring her down.

It didn't matter that she was sore, bruised, naked, or that her hopes of getting some training in in preparation for her big match had been solidly dashed. Finella's head was under the water, and it was only a matter of time before she either passed out or conceded defeat - either of which would be solid victories as far as Chelsea was concerned.

But neither of those things happened. Instead, Finella got out and scooped her up. Chelsea gasped as her feet left the ground, her legs flailing in the air as she shouted all the curses and insults that could come to her mind. But it wouldn't slow down the Hellraiser's mad dash in reverse - as she threw herself headlong into the pool, bringing Chelsea down along with her! A splash rippled through the water as the two of them dropped below the surface, and even as Chelsea threw her head up, it wasn't long before she was yanked down again. She barely had any time to so much as gasp, drawing more air into her lungs, before Finella yanked her back down against the water a moment later.

The surface of the water was stirred up as though from a storm, with waves shooting up and soaking the floors and walls around the pool. Beneath the water, the battle was only growing more frenzied than ever. Even when the water flooded her eyes and nose, and when her lungs burned with the pressure of holding in her breath, Chelsea was determined to fight back. It was an instinct that surpassed survival now, her fists flailing as her legs kicked frantically beneath her even with Finella holding on tightly to her midsection. She could feel the force of her strong arms compressing her waist, and the breath rising up her throat as her lungs deflated, the air threatening to burst free from behind her tightly clenched teeth. But Chelsea felt more like a wild beast than a brawler with a grudge now. Reason was out the window, and surrender was an impossibility. If her punches didn't work, if their impact softened in the water...she would just need to try something else!

She could feel her limbs moving into place without needing to think. Every firing of her neurons was aimed only at defeating Finella - no, not defeating her, just hurting her was enough! As her teeth clenched tightly, she reached out to latch onto her rival with her nails; her fingers grasped at Finella to keep herself from drifting away as well as to inflict damage in the process. One hand grasped at her back, her nails sinking as deep as she could into the Wolf's flesh. And her other hand tried to get in between them, pushing Finella backward before she squeezed her grip shut tightly around her breast!

[RedShinigami]

Usually Finella would'nt mind being naked with a cute girl in the pool but with Chelsea this was a whole other affair.
The brains of the two brawlers did'nt work on rational human thought anymore but pure, animalistic instinct as Finella tried to squeeze the life out of Chelsea, getting her unconcious and in her grasp.

But the blonde was defiant, more defiant then an opponent of the Hellraiser ever had been.
And Finella hated it. She hated the situation, hated that her rival would'nt get down and she hated Chelsea, more then she ever hated anything or anyone.
The blonde Scouser was a curse that loomed over her life and she would put a stop to it, no matter what.

"Grgglll..."
Finella gritted her teeth as Chelseas nails raked down her already battered back but what was much worse where Chelseas other hand that started to maul her breast.

Both women looked at each other with hate, the anger and frustration they felt were unmeasurable...
And finally Finella let go and both turned away from each other, her and Chelsea kicking away from their opponent, desperatly swimming upward and came out of the water with loud splashs.
Finella on one, Chelsea on the other side...

Blood from five fresh wounds ran down the Hellraisers back, that stung from the chlorine.
Their exaggerated breathing and wheezing filled the big room, echoing back from the marble walls.
"You...miserable...untalented...little...motherfucker...", the Hellraiser spat between loud and laboured breaths.
"Invading my territory...picking on a fight with me...you must be mad...", she grunted and coughed as she exited the water and dragged herself to the side of the pool.

On her hands and knees she slowly regained some energy, but Finella was in a miserable state. Her body was close to shutting down, blood ran from the countless wounds Chelsea had inflicted but as she looked up, seeing the Liverpooler crawling out of the pool and in no better shape she chuckled.

"Look at you...you pathetic, blonde whore...you can barely stay on all fours...tell you what..."
Finella got on one leg then the other, her stance unstable.

"When you crawl over here...and kiss my feet, I won't stuff you into the trashcan and roll you down mainstreet...", she grinned but the answer she got was as expected.
Finella growled and raised her fists, her arms shaking, her body trembling.

"This will not end here Forster...but I might as well end this evening here!", she shouted as both women, who were across each other started to approach each other, slow, faster, running!
They charged at each other with primal screams of rage, each one of them had their fist prepared for a strike as they came closer and closer...

Finella could see the white in Chelseas eyes as she ran into something warm and massive, falling back on the floor.
She looked up and saw Karl who had stepped between the two, again costing them a decision.
"What the hell Karl?!", Finella screamed and tried to get up, but her legs betrayed her as she fell back again.

[CaptainL]

Air barely meant anything to Chelsea at this point. All she cared about was tormenting Finella, and bringing all the hatred and rage she evoked in her into reality; taking all the pain she had caused the Englishwoman and inflicting it back on its source. Her nails raked down her back with one hand while the other furiously mauled, squeezed, and twisted at her breasts, clinging to Finella with an undying urge to keep the two locked in close quarters - not even because Chelsea was afraid of drifting too far away in the water, but because she didn't want to have her opportunity to tear the Hellraiser apart taken from her too soon. As her teeth clenched tightly into a scowl, Chelsea kicked wildly and aimlessly with her legs, her blows shooting this way and that but always hoping to land a blow against Finella. When she didn't slam her feet and knees into the brunette's own, she was sweeping her toenails through the water, attempting to claw and tear at her opponent with every inch of her body she could.

They were so wrapped up in their battle that when at last they broke away, it was only due to a stroke of chance. Finella's grip slipped, and as soon as their bodies were no longer tangled in one anothers', the next kicks they threw - both aimed at one another and cracking through the water at the same time - were enough to push them to the surface. It was only when Chelsea's head broke the water, sending up another wave as she threw her head back, that she at last gasped for air.

But as she stayed there, floating in the water and panting for breath, Chelsea looked across from her. Her eyes locked in on Finella's own, and soon, as her lip contorted into a snarl, her gaze narrowed into a glare of hate. Her body was marred by innumerable bruises and scratches, and her blood was tinging the water beneath her red. Every muscle felt stiff and aching, and she struggled just bringing herself to move. But if Finella was still there, and still drawing breath...none of that mattered. She couldn't be satisfied until the bitch went down.

When Finella opened her mouth, Chelsea answered it by spitting right in her direction. "Mad? Pssht...I'm mad, all rite." As Finella began to crawl out of the pool, Chelsea followed, though she never once took her eyes off her rival, studying her every move with the glare of a hungry predator. "I'm mad I didn't get ter do this sewner! I'm mad I 'aven't broken any o' yer goddamn bones! Plazee fookin' blert! Wrung-out skaghead bitch!" Lost in the depths of her rage, Chelsea's insults had stopped even making coherent sense. But that didn't matter, as long as she got a word in edgewise. As long as that poison left her mouth, it meant that Finella couldn't boast of having come away unopposed.

But even then, Finella's insults still stung. Every word out of her mouth caused her eye to twitch, and her body to tense and shake; her breaths quickened into haggard pants as the sour taste rose in her throat. Chelsea was attempting to pick herself up, but with the fatigue in her body, she couldn't get far before she fell back on her hands and knees, her body quivering and the pain of all her wounds stinging. In the back of her head, Finella's words echoed - that she really was a pathetic blonde whore; that she was barely staying on all fours. The last thing Chelsea could ever want was for Finella to be right - and yet, it was hard to ignore what she was hearing. It was harder still to deny her words.

But that only made Chelsea that much more determined to get up, to keep fighting - to prove Finella wrong! She reached out with one hand, bracing her body against the wall, and got one foot underneath her to push herself back to her feet. Her teeth clenched as her fingers tightened against the finish of the wall, and she shouted back some words of her own, her voice growing stronger and more confident with each word out of her mouth. "Idiot slut! Filth! Ye really juss wanna run yer cakehole, dun ye? I'll shut dat th'n fe ye!"

And, at last, as that last word left her, the aches and pains that wracked Chelsea's body were forgotten. She had Finella in her sights. She was ready to let her have it! And as she threw all of her anger into one final scream at the top of her lungs, she charged, throwing herself straight toward the Wolf as fast as she could.

But she wouldn't get all the way there.

Just as she was closing in on her rival, Karl stepped out in between the two of them. The Englishwoman's attention was so single-mindedly focused on Finella that she didn't see him until she was inches away. Chelsea gasped, her eyes going wide, as she began to skid to a stop. But it was too late to adjust her course, and soon she came crashing into the veteran, falling back off her feet before scrambling to her knees. As she lay there, panting for breath, the adrenaline rush began to wear off, and Chelsea felt a blush spread its way across her cheeks as she went silent and covered herself. But her shame was, ultimately, less from her being naked, and more because this moment - this ultimate explosion of emotion between herself and Finella, one that seemed for them only, one that wouldn't be interrupted or intruded upon until it was finally settled - had spilled out from their private world, and their secret had been exposed.

"K-Karl!?" Chelsea gasped, her voice weak and soft compared to the furied roar it had been just moments ago. Wha' ay ye doin' e'yer?

[RedShinigami]

"Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP! I can't stand you fucking voice!", Finella screamed and looked at Chelsea.
"I hate everything, every fucking little hair on your stupid body! Why don't you just die and leave me alone!", she snarled as both women charged at each other, ready for a final blow in this most private and intimate moment they shared...this was their world and this was their battle, no one was allowed to see it and then it happened.

Both women realized, after seeing Karl standing between them what they had done to each other.
And with the realization came the pain as Finellas wounds and bruises started to burn as if her body was on fire.
She looked up to Karl with gritted teeth, because the pain was so intense that she was close to blackout.
The reporter just stood there and looked at both of them.
"Is that enough?", he just asked.
He was calm, calm like a father who found his two daughters recking the house.
"Is that finally enough? Have you done enough to each other?", he asked and Finella looked up to him.
"This...is none of your business Karl...", she said through clenched teeth.
"This is between her and me..."

Karl gave Finella a cold stare and the Hellraiser immediatly shut up and looked up and looked away.
"In the ring...yes, not at our home. Can you imagine..."
He turned to Chelsea.
"What could have happend...look at yourselves...", he said and pointed to a puddle of blood forming under Chelseas body.
"Even if this was'nt your intention...you could have killed yourself. And for what? For your pride? What is it? Answer me.", he demanded from both and Finella looked back up to him.
"That is none of your business...you would'nt understand it anyway...",she said and Karl looked at Chelsea.
"...nevermind. Lets clean up this mess before..."

A scream echoed through the room and Karl looked back in shock as he saw Molly and Harmonia standing at the entrance of the pool area.
"What...in gods name...", Harmonia said and looked at the bloody messes their respective sisters were.
Finella saw her.
"Ah, finally here ey? That bitch sneaked into our house and attacked me!", Finella said and pointed at Chelsea.
Harmonia just stood there, her fist clenched around Mollys hand that held hers and she quickyl withdrew it from her before breaking her girlfriends hand.
"Finella Edelstein...", she said and walked up to her.
Karl quickly stepped into Harmonias way.
"Moni, don't..."
"YOU..."

Harmonia looked the reporter in the eye, he was much bigger then her but when seeing her eyes, he took a step back.
"You stay out of this...this is none of your business...", she hissed and shoved him aside.
"Ah yes, it is family business, is'nt it?", Karl said, slightly hurt and Harmonia stood still for a moment, not looking at him.
"Wrong time, wrong place, Karl. Please, don't anger me more then I am already am..."
The reporter shook his head.

"It's alright, everything happens as YOU want it anyway. Oh, I intervend before they could kill each other, you are welcome.", Karl said and turned away, looking at Chelsea and Finella and then walking out of the area.
"Moni, that was'nt nice of you, Karl is our..."
"I invited her, Finella.", Harmonia said and suddenly the heart of Finella sank.
"What...", she managed to press out.

"I invited her to train here. In hopes that we all can be finally a family. What in earths name have you done..."
"What...what I have done?! WHAT I HAVE DONE?!", Finella screeched and tried to get up, making a miserable sight as she squirmed on the floor like a worm.
"Look at what you did..."
"Finella..."
"You fucking betrayed me..."
"Finella..."
"I FUCKING HATE ALL OF YOU!", the woman screamed and managed to get up on her feet.
"Fin, wait, you are hurt, you need to go to a hospital..."

When Harmonia touched her, her sister turned and slammed a fist into Harmonias face, so hard that the blonde tumbled back and slammed against the wall of the poolarea.
"Don't you fucking touch me Harmonia. Don't you ever touch me again!", she whimpered as tears started to flow down her eyes.
"You can all got to fucking hell...all of you...", she said and looked at Molly with whom she just formed a soft bond of friendship.
"You too...you are not better then that piece of shit you call sister! All you wanted is taking my sister away from me. Congratulations, you have done it! Now I don't care about nothing anymore, not your feelings or Monis...", she said to Molly.
"Look at your sister for a last time because when we have our PPV Match you maybe won't have a sister anymore!", she said and turned around, running out of the room.

Harmonia groaned and held her face.
"Fin-Finella! FINEEELLAAAAA!", she screamed but her shouts were left unanswered.
"What have I done..."
Harmonia started to tear up too as she looked to the entrance where Finella had left.
"What...have I done..."

[CaptainL]

Karl's sudden appearance had caused Chelsea to take an abrupt pause, breaking the haze that she and Finella were enveloped in just long enough for her to see the reality around her. But as soon as she heard Finella speak up, that rage was reignited. Hearing her speak reminded her that she still hadn't learned her lesson, and that meant Chelsea still had work to do before she could be done here! She jumped to her feet, her eyes narrowing into a glare as she spat in Finella's direction. "Ay dun give a screwby-do evun if de bussies try to break us up, like! I'm still takin' ye down-!"

But Chelsea's anger wouldn't be enough to overcome the fact that she was tired, hurting, and sore. Though her sheer hatred for Finella had carried her thus far, through pains and exertions that most would find insurmountable, she was still human. As Chelsea prepared to charge at Finella, her foot slipped on her own blood, and she fell to one knee. She lay there, panting and groaning, but she still lifted her head to Finella with a snarl.

But that same spilling of blood was pointed out by Karl a moment later, and the disappointment in his voice told Chelsea enough. A moment ago, Chelsea would insist that there was no such thing as too far when Finella was concerned. Now, though, facing Karl - someone else she trusted - and hearing him outline just how foolish and short-sighted her efforts were, Chelsea hung her head low with a sigh, her shoulders slumping. She didn't know what to say to him, or if there truly was anything she could put forth in her defense. All she knew was that she didn't want to give Finella any vindication, and she looked off, refusing to make eye contact with her or Karl.

But something would still catch her attention nonetheless - and that was seeing Molly and Harmonia, finally returning from their outing, and facing them from the door. Chelsea heard the scream, and she looked back over at the two of them with a gasp. Molly, meanwhile, went pale as she looked on at the scene, studying the marks over Chelsea's body that spoke to the chaos of the brawl. Her eyes widened as the color drained away from her cheeks, and she clasped a hand to her mouth. She knew that Chelsea was a brawler who liked nothing better than getting in fights, and she knew she hated Finella with a passion - but this was a step beyond. When she followed the trail of blood, broken glass, torn clothing, overturned trash cans, and more to the side of the pool, Molly could tell that the battle had gone to truly terrifying heights. But she didn't know just how destructive it had been until she at last saw how Chelsea and Finella had walked away from it all.

For a moment, there was a silence between the two Forster sisters as they stared at one another in shock. But then, Chelsea jumped to her feet, where she was quick to procure her own side of the story. "Molly! It's not me fault, I swear! She started it! She wasn't evun supposed ter be 'ere, but she juss wuddun ler rus 'uv 'nythin'..." When Finella pinned the blame on Chelsea, the Englishwoman's anger was even further stoked, her fists balling tight as she stomped her foot against the floor. "Shaddup! Ye fookin' lyin' cunt-!"

Once again, though, she was stopped as Harmonia stepped closer. Both Chelsea and Molly alike watched in stunned silence as she stepped up to Karl, brushing him aside; though he easily dwarfed her in stature, she had a commanding enough presence to make him stand down. But what was even more shocking came a moment later - when Harmonia tried to explain things to her sister, and she was met with a punch to the face.

Molly shuddered, feeling the stinging impact of the blow just as much as if it had happened to her. She winced, her body going tense as tears ran down from her eyes. Even if she hadn't known her for very long, Finella felt like family to her. She had tried to ingratiate herself to the Edelsteins, knowing that if she was going to date Harmonia, she couldn't let Chelsea and Finella's feud get in the way. But now, it seemed as though all of the work she put in would be for naught. Come the end of all this, would she and Harmonia still be able to stay together? What good would her happiness do her if it tore this family apart?

When Finella left the room, even Chelsea was silent at what she had just witnessed. She panted for air, slowly sinking back against the wall as the fatigue returned to her legs, and her footing gave out. But Molly was hit even harder, watching as her girlfriend crumbled before her eyes. She ran up behind Harmonia, reaching to pull her into a hug. "M-Moni...I'm sorry...it's not your fault, you didn't know she was here! Don't...don't blame yourself. It'll b-be okay..." She gulped, all the same. She wished she could believe her own words.

[RedShinigami]

Harmonia sat on the floor, crying, all of it, the whole wonderful day was destroyed.
When she felt Molly approaching her she quickly turned and threw her arms around her girlfriend, crying into her shoulder.

She did'nt want to, she knew that Chelsea needed help and Finella too but she just could'nt stop as she held Molly tight to her.
Karl who was never far away sighed and walked over to Chelsea.

"Come on, lets take you to a hospital...", he said without looking at her, giving her one of his shirts that easily covered almost her whole body before he bent down and lifted her up on his arms.
Carefully and without any effort, as he turned to the girlfriends.
"I bring Chelsea to a hospital, I call you from there. I look if I get Fin too...

Suddenly they heard the roaring of a motorcycle outside and Harmonia sniffed.
"No! No she can't!"
But she had, they heard one last uproar and the sounds got softer in the darkness before they were fading...
"She will kill herself..."

Harmonia was desperate and clung to Molly like a scared child on its mother.
Karl sighed.
"I will look around for her after I make sure Chelseas alright.", he said and went on.
"Karl! I..."

The reporter stopped for a moment.
"It's alright Harmonia. It is just who I am. Punch me, kick me, slam me, insult me and I am still helping you. Pretty stupid, but what can you do...", he said and carried Chelsea out to his car to make sure that at least one of the girls he was caring for was in good hands...
"Don't worry. We have you as good as new in no time.", he said and gave the battered bunny a slight smirk.
"Surely you've done worse..."

Meanwhile Harmonia got up and held Mollys hand as they wandered on the trail of destruction their sisters left behind and felt as if she had entered a horror movie.

"My god, my god..."
She saw the blood on the floor, the blood on the trashcan, the broken mirror...
One hour ago their counterparts had fought tooth and nail while Harmonia and Molly loved each other arm in arm...
"What happens here Molly...", she said and looked into her girlfriends eyes with a face white as a wall.
"No better...what will happen?"

[CaptainL]

Looking out with a blank stare on her face, Molly didn't even know how to process the scene laid bare before her. She thought that things were getting better, and that they could only look up from here. She thought that with her and Harmonia officially a couple, the relations between their two families would be able to heal - to come together and overcome their differences to form something greater. But now, she couldn't be so sure. Chelsea and Finella were still at each others' throats; in fact, tonight had seen them inflict greater savagery on one another than they ever had before. Could that set the stage for the rest of their interactions to come? Not just between the two of them - could it be an omen for Molly and Harmonia as well?

Molly threw her arms around Harmonia, pulling her closer and tightening her grip around her. She let the Austrian lean against her side, crying into her chest. Molly remembered what she had promised to Harmonia - how she would always be there to support her, and to be strong for her when she needed it most. She knew it was what Harmonia needed now. But even then, in the back of her head, she asked herself if she could really be that for her - and even as her arms locked together behind Harmonia's back, they were still quivering with a brewing anxiety. "Moni, I...I'm so sorry..."

Chelsea's breaths were ragged and her body limp as she lay against the wall, but nevertheless she took Karl's shirt, pulling it around herself and buttoning it closed. All the same, she looked away from him with a huff. "An ozzie? Bah...I'll be fine. I'm terugher than dat..." The last thing Chelsea wanted was to give Finella the satisfaction of knowing she had put her in the hospital. But even she knew her words were empty, and with the weariness setting into her bones, she didn't fight Karl as he scooped her up in his arms to carry her out.

Molly, however, heard Harmonia call out to the sound of the revving motorcycle - and she gasped, her eyes going wide as she pulled her girlfriend closer to herself. "W-What..!?" she stammered, the color draining away from her face. Finella couldn't possibly do that! She was always a tough girl, Molly knew that as much; she wouldn't let something like this get to her...

Or at least...that was what she wanted to believe. It was still a possibility that hung in her mind, looming over her like an impending threat, and her stomach churned at the thought of it. If she cost Harmonia her sister's life, without even meaning any ill will, there was no way she'd be able to forgive herself. She trembled, stepping closer to Harmonia and leaning in against her form in an effort to brace her own shaky stance on her girlfriend. Not even Karl's reassurances seemed to calm her. The more she thought about it, the more she shuddered, and when Harmonia looked back into her eyes, much as she wanted to be strong and stable for her...Molly still couldn't help but let the tears well up.

"I...I d-don't know, Moni...I wish I knew, but..."

The one thing she knew was that, when the rematch came...it would be a terror to behold.

[RedShinigami]

Molly Forster was'nt exactly the person that was hard to read and Harmonia could tell what rushed through her girlfriends mind.
The older woman looked at her girlfriend and gave her soft kisses on the lips and her cheeks.
"Molly,remember what I have told you. Whatever they do, it won't affect us. We are...our...own..."
Harmonias voice cracked, her tears betraying the message she wanted to get across.

She was afraid, deeply afraid that what was happening would affect her and Mollys love.
They both cared deeply for their sisters and seeing them get hurt, especially by each other, was something that was hard to take.

But Harmonia rememberd her words, remebered how she ran through the snow on her bare feet only to get to Molly, she went through pain and doubts only to finally end up in the arms of the englishwoman and Harmonia, this new Harmonia would'nt give up without a fight.

Now it was time for her to be there for Molly, ensure her that everything was fine, hold her.
"Molly...Molly look at me.", Harmonia said and turned the Brit away from the chaos.
"Look at me...calm down and look at me.", she softly said and then smiled.

"You know, when we first met like face to face, I just found you very cute and intresting, you were so excited, so eager to prove yourself against us. And suddenly, my interest turned into something else. What I felt back then I feel now, much,much stronger. When we had our date, and I felt unsure, just the thought of you gave me back my courage, chasing after you, trying to get back to you. You see Molly..."

The Austrian had led her out of this image from a horrormovie and back into the house, all the while she spoke, making sure that Molly only had eyes for her.

Spoiler

(Love Theme starting here. Why? Because I am a fucking dramaqueen thats why! xD)


"...when I was young I often dreamt about the person I will be together someday, I dreamt of cool guys in sportscars, of beautiful divas, made images in my head what an exciting life I would lead with them. And now, since two months, I realize that I have always dreamt of you.", she smiled as they entered the wintergarden and the warm air, coated with the scent of flowers embraced them as Harmonia led them to the middle of the room, the moon shining its light through the glass ceiling.

"You were my dream Molly and everything that I always wanted. And god or whoever lives up there forbid I will let this taken away from me by someone, even if its our sisters. It is ok Molly. You may cry, lord knows I cried enough for both of us the last months. Now its your turn. I will stay by your side, always, as you promised me I promise you to be everything that you need, we can't always stay tough, huh? But don't worry, your strong girlfriend is here to protect you.", the Blonde smiled and whiped Mollys tears away with her thumbs.

"Don't ever feel unsure, don't ever doubt it, don't let a speck of question into your heart, I won't allow it, cause there is'nt enough space in there for them and me..."
"Shhh...shhh...", Harmonia said and cradeld her girlfriend.
"I love you."

[CaptainL]

No matter how much Harmonia promised not to let their sisters' business bleed into their own lives, no matter how much she wanted to stay out of it so that she and Molly could live for themselves, there was no hiding the way she truly felt. It came through in the wavering in her voice and the tears budding in her eyes. Even as she tried to soothe Molly's nerves with her kisses, the Englishwoman's face remained pale, her lips curled into a frown. She couldn't help but worry about where this all was headed, and how many people would be caught in the fallout. If anything, seeing Harmonia struggle to hold her composure made Molly grow even more nervous. She strayed closer, leaning in against her girlfriend and squeezing her arms tightly around her sides. Not just in an attempt to comfort Harmonia, but to ground and to stabilize herself as well, when everything around her seemed so dark and uncertain. With a sniffle, she blinked the tears out of her eyes, only for her vision to go blurry once again soon after.

But then, Harmonia caught her breath. She turned Molly aside, and her voice grew soft and even-toned. Molly looked up at her, hesitating at first with a stammered "A-Ahh..?", but she nodded her head regardless, listening to the Austrian's words. The more Harmonia explained herself, the slower and deeper Molly's breaths became, and the tremors that shook her body went still. Molly had promised to be there to protect Harmonia and to ease her fears and doubts. But now, it was Harmonia's turn to return the favor - and soon, as she began to describe all of her dreams from her youth, Molly's frown turned to a wide and beaming smile. Her tears kept coming - but they had become those of joy. "O-Oh, Moni...you really think I'm all that to you..? It's...it's the greatest honor I could ever imagine..."

And as Harmonia guided her back to the garden, she followed her every step of the way, the two barely needing to think about matching each other's steps. Here, the devastation Chelsea and Finella had wrought through the other rooms was nowhere to be found. Everything was as pristine and as well cared for as it had been when the Forsters first arrived. It spoke to how finely Harmonia had constructed this place, making it into something that reflected her beauty inside and out. But it was also a calm, safe, private place, away from it all. It spoke to how Molly and Harmonia had each other - and how no matter how turbulent the outside world became, they would always find peace in each others' company.

A blush came to Molly's cheeks, and she glanced away from Harmonia, embarrassed to be as moved as she was. "Really, I can't even begin to tell you how happy that makes me. I never thought I'd matter this much to anyone, but...I swear I'll cherish that as long as I live..." She nodded her head to each word that Harmonia said, because she knew it all to be true. She could count on Harmonia, and Harmonia would always see her as the girl of her dreams. She had no reason to doubt it. After all, Molly herself was living the life she'd always aspired toward, and she knew how powerful those yearnings were. They were stronger than anything that could tear them apart; that was undeniable.

"Thank you. Just...thank you, so much..." Molly leaned in closer to Harmonia, hugging her even tighter. This time, when she looked up at her girlfriend, there was nothing but happiness in her eyes - the happiness of knowing how strong their love was, and how much they both meant to one another.

"I love you, too..."