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 Posted: Thu May 19, 2011 9:50 pm
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B l a k e E t h e l w i n e
What am I doing? Talking to company.
Where am I? Covered bridge.
Who am I thinking of? Alex, Jack and Adele.
❝ So you think you can love me and leave me to die? ❞
{ Out. Of. Chocolate. }
As if the two weren’t close enough, Adele finds a way to fill the space between them. A glass rose sprung from his cheeks, a layer of heat wrapping around them. While his body remained warm to the touch thanks to Adele, his face lay bare against the cold wind. Unprotected from the breeze that rocked the bridge. Sounds of creaks and uneasiness echoed through the empty wooden passageway as if it would give way at any moment, ruining the moment between the two. His height barely exceeded hers, Adele's silky hair caressing his face. It did provide some shelter from the flowing current but it did very little. Several strands of golden locks were no match to mother nature, no matter how enticing they were. He did his best not to squirm. Blake didn’t want to make it seem that he was uncomfortable with all of this. Besides, moving her hair would be too troublesome. Idle hands continued to wrap around her slender waist, as if bound to her body for all of eternity. His breaths were infrequent, constricted. Short inhales followed by deep exhales. Was it due to arctic weather? Or perhaps it was their two bodies coming in such close contact that it was only fabric that truly separated them? Supporting his head upon Adele’s shoulder, his hair brushed her cheek slightly. “She’s well. At least now she is. It seems all has been made up between her and Jacqueline,” He responded in deep thought. Was it all really better? The two, Alex and Jack, seemed to be getting along better now. Perhaps his plan at the boathouse was success? Little words were exchanged between the twins with this incident. Their relationship has wavered this past year. Hopefully things will patch up between them during the break. He still hasn’t told her about Adele and their ki – the incident in the library. Once again, his face swelled up with blood, similar in color compared to the insides of his robes. How would he go about telling her this? The jealousy his sister could amount was dangerous. Perhaps it was best to keep it under wraps as he has been doing. But then what of their relationship? It was customary for the other to tell their twin everything. That’s what they’ve done since they could talk. This summer, he concurred in his head. His sister was just recovering from social damage. Adding this so soon would be like adding fuel to the fire.
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2011 5:48 am
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ＡＤＥＬＥ ＤＵＮＤＡＳ
ｒａｖｅｎｃｌａｗ
After tucking a loose tendril of light blond hair behind her ear, Adele listened to Blake, nodding despite the sound of her heart bumping blood to her cheeks. Her face was rather unreadable, but one could see the careful way she chooses her words and realize she fears making a poor impression, "Oh?", she mused thoughtfully, casting Blake a curious glance. She had always wandered what happened between those two, especially after seeing Alexandria dashing past her in the Gardens, "Did you find out what happened in the Gardens?" Adele intrigued. She was always interested in any business or gossip in the school, though she was far wiser than most girls of her age, or that was what her parents always thought. She wished she could find out about the recent events between Alexandria and Jacqueline, but why bother them with useless and rude questions? She was simply unaccustomed to mysteries she cannot solve. Anyone could see the distress on her pretty face but do nothing to lessen it. Her eyes turned back to the view before her. She felt so comfortable and peaceful in Blake's arms, but it was also newfound gentleness that made blood rise to her cheeks. For one brief moment, she wanted to ask whether he told his sister about their 'incident' in the Library, but that would have been foolish of her. .
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2011 4:22 pm
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B l a k e E t h e l w i n e
What am I doing? Talking to company.
Where am I? Covered bridge.
Who am I thinking of? Alex, Jack and Adele.
❝ So you think you can love me and leave me to die? ❞
{ Out. Of. Chocolate. }
While he was satisfied with the view he had been given of the Black Lake, Blake couldn’t help but steal an occasional glimpse at the beauty stricken Adele. Her face composed of calm curiosity. Unfortunately, his information was as dimly lit as hers much to his dismay. “No I haven’t. She spent a lot of time sulking in her room, a place inaccessible to a boy like myself,” He explained bitter stricken. Lifting the burden that was placed her on her shoulder, Blake scanned their surroundings. His arms still glued around her waist, feeling a slight discomfort in this blissful moment. It did him no good to be speaking of his sister this way whilst he nonchalantly becomes comfortable with another girl. It proved somewhat an awkward topic and thought of his earlier words lamentable. Regardless, his intertwined fingers stayed put, keeping his word. In an urge to change the topic, ”So, have you planned anything for the summer?” It was poor question to ask, knowing the basis of her answer beforehand. Their previous interview had given him the knowledge of her usual doings in the months the students had been given to themselves. Perhaps Adele would catch his drift and unquestionably follow.
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Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2011 8:07 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2011 8:14 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2011 8:25 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2011 8:35 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2011 3:13 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2011 3:27 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2011 8:20 pm
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The hisses in my ear: Oh boy here we go
What writhes withinn me: Trapped in memories I didn't need
Those entwined with me: Gryffindor aka Levana
Charon was once again silent as Levana spoke. He wasn't going to interupt her when she was here pouring her heart out. The Slytherin had more respect then that. A fact that would probably surprise alot of people. She made a good case and part of him found himself thinking she should be on some sort of a debate team. The girl was good. Alot of what she said made sense, it didn't make things any easier on the pale boy.
For a long long moment he was silent. Alot of thoughts whirled about his head making him curse softly in parseltongue. So many memories that he didn't need dregged up came rising to the surface. Like dirt stirred by a fishes tail, his clear thoughts soon were foggy with them. His gaze shifted out to the horizon again as his mind clouded more. Then finally Charon spoke, his voice barely louder then the breeze, "My father came from a long line of Slytherins. No one in our family has ever not been of the Slytherin allumni. So needless to say when he married my mother, a Gryffindor he'd met while in school, there was a bit of....concern. Well placed concern might I add. Around everyone she was sweet and kind. A perfect mother. But that's not the side I knew." As Charon spoke his tone did not change. His gaze however grew distant.
"When I was little her cat terrorized me. It chased me around the house, bit me, clawed me. I actually have some faint scares still on my chest from one particularly bad time. Father and mother agrued quite a bit after that. He wanted the cat gone, she insisted I had pulled the cat's tail. Who knows I could've, I was barely 1." Still he looked forward calmly relying a tale he had told no one. Even now he didn't know why he told her. Something made him speak, and nothing seemed to stop him. "The last straw came when I was a little over two. My father came home early from the Ministry and if he hadn't I'd be dead. You see my mother had decided to 'protect' her 'precious baby' from the cruel world and was trying to drown me in the bath tub. Needless to say my mother was no longer with the family." Finally his voice trailed off. The rest was no one's knowledge. He came back to himself enough to stop himself before he told her things she truly didn't need to know.
Trip over love, you can get up.
... Fall in love and you fall forever.
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2011 8:32 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2011 4:13 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2011 4:24 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2011 10:13 am
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The night air was cold against his pale skin, a soft breeze making him shiver. It was misty below the bridge, turning everything into a grey blur, and that did nothing to keep him warm. In fact, the air itself seemed to feel sad, like he was feeling. Standing on the bridge, Alexi stared off into the distance, watching the sun rise and shine brightly through the grey mist.
He was lonely, although he should be used to it by now. Being seen as an "intelligent being" instead of a person, he never really made any friends. Aquintances, yes, but no real friends. Most wouldn't dare to, others found themselves above talking to "a savage creature". Oh, the things Alexi would do for a normal conversation, even a simple greeting or a smile.
Owls flew over and under the bridge, hunting for a late night snack before returning to the forest or the owlery. The occasional thestral or hippogryph joinied them in their flight. Alexi often dreamt of flying, of watching the world from above and seeing with a bird's sharp sight. It would make it so much easier for him to watch humans interact, be happy, with eachother. Maybe it would even make him feel less lonely.
The sun started to disapear behind the clouds and rain began pouring down. The mist disappeared, but the rain made everything look even worse. A few seconds later, Alexi felt the first drops fall onto his head. The roof of the bridge was leaking and the droplets were as cold as the night had been. Within minutes, the lonely vampire was shivering violently.
Misery loves company...
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Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2011 9:19 pm
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