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Post by AUGUSTINE VENIA CLEMENCE on Sept 5, 2014 3:40:10 GMT -5
This heart of mine whispers That I'm not done with what I call the past
She pulled the dusty sheet from the black wooden piano and watched as it slowly cascaded to the floor. She'd not expected to find it even though it was exactly what she had been looking for. No, she was positive the beautiful piano with its black wood and ivory keys would have been long gone, destroyed in one of his outbursts. Of course, maybe he hadn't had an outburst when he got the news. Perhaps he had accepted it with composure only then he wouldn't be the man she knew.
Her fingers lightly brush softly along the ivory keys that have the sheen of polished pearls, tracing the endgraved letters one by one before before pressing down. The notes echo their sound through the room, still as sweet to her ears as she remembers. She seated herself on the bench and rested her hands lightly above the keys, its as if she she had only walked away from the piano for a brief moment instead of for over a year. Slowly she presses down the keys, her fingers moving up and down filling the room with Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata, the notes soaring and falling as her fingers moved along the keys.
She couldn't recall just how many times before she had played this piece, one of her favorite pieces. This time though, it was just her, even with music filling the room it still felt so empty with out him there. With neither of them there.
She had longed to see her brother but when she learned of his fragile state of mind - that he had spent his days locked in a ward wallowing in survivor's guilt and broken memories she knew that she could probably never see him again. Liam though...
Had she been stronger willed maybe she could have staied away, solved all this on her own. After all why did he deserve whatever pain seeing her could possibly resurface? Maybe there was a sadness that weighed in her chest that the possibility was there of him having no feelings about the fact she was not dead.
Of course, she'd imagined many ways that this would go, most of course nothing more than wishful thinking and others she could only hope to not be the fate that she would suffer. Though to die by his hand....perhaps it would be the kindest fate she could ask for.
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Post by LIAM AMYCUS IFINOH on Sept 5, 2014 4:08:42 GMT -5
She is everything to me The unrequited dream A song that no one sings The unattainable, she's a myth that I have to believe in All I need to make it real is one more reason I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do when she makes me sad.
Liam waved goodbye to Apollin and sort of acknowledge Dante before he apparated to his house. Things were slowly getting back to normal and while he wasn't quite ready to forgive the man, his god daughter was awesome. Or rather having a god daughter was awesome because he could spoil her and stuff. He was pretty sure everyone was worried because he was being nice and he was sober, he just didn't have it in him to be rude around the little girl. It took seconds for the fuzziness of his living room to come into focus, the two minutes to realize that there was somebody in the house was normal. Walking through the house trying to find out where the person was he heard a familiar melody. If it was any other day it would be nothing but the dull throb of a painful memory, but on a day when he was sober all the memories hit him. He slowly followed the sound to the room where he kept the memento, probably the only thing he had left of her besides that stupid stuff animal on his bed. Not that he would ever admit to having it, it was always hidden when company came over. Just like the piano which always seemed to change rooms when he was angry. He figured Hippie understood how much it meant to him, how much she meant to him. It was like a scene of the horror movies he liked so much, half opened door at the end of the corridor waiting for him to nudge it open. He would kill who ever thought it was funny to enter a place he had closed off. Not only was her piano on this wing so was her room, no one was allowed there and everyone knew it well. Closing his eyes his dagger slipped into his hand as he kicked the door open gently. Why he was doing it gently he didn't understand, it was his house and he could always repair the door. What he saw sitting at the piano or rather who he saw at the piano momentarily stunned him. The memories hit him harder at that moment than when he heard the soft notes of song. "I'll see you later tonight anyways Liam" Those words haunted him more than anything, maybe he should've made sure she got there safely. He hated himself for waiting too long to go look for her, she always made an excuse to come see him quickly. In no time Liam had her pressed against the wall with his dagger to her throat, not quite able to finish the movement. The wild look in his eyes was apparent, his hands were shaking....or maybe it was him. It just couldn't be possible, she was gone....he was at the funeral. "She's gone...not real...she's gone" He repeated that out loud without meaning too. His words barely above a whisper, echoing over the silence in the room that seemed to get heavier with each passing second. There was no way this was possible, he would kill whoever thought this joke was funny.
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Post by AUGUSTINE VENIA CLEMENCE on Sept 5, 2014 4:37:58 GMT -5
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Big brown eyes looked up from the keys to rest upon him. She knew exactly how many days it had been since she had seen his face, and it made her heart hurt with each beat to see him now. Of course she knew it was coming, or well she knew something was coming. As quickly as time stopped in the room it started again.
Her body echoed in pain as she was forced to a wall, but August showed no resistance though. Maybe it was from the year of enduring Seb's abuse, or maybe it was because she knew resisting would only lead to something worse. She could feel the cold metal shaking on her skin, the faint sting when the edge lightly kissed her. Eyes shut tight She tried in vain to hold back her whimper.
"Liam - Liam, please - please, it's me, I'm real Liam - I'm real, I'm here - Liam-" Her voice was desperate as she plead to him. She did her best to look at him, her eyes burning red as they welled and overflowed with tears. Her body trembled under his grasp, how strange it was to feel terrified of the man before her - the man who she had always thought of as her safety. But she knew in that moment her life lay in his shaking hands. "Please Liam -"
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Post by LIAM AMYCUS IFINOH on Sept 5, 2014 10:38:02 GMT -5
She is everything to me The unrequited dream A song that no one sings The unattainable, she's a myth that I have to believe in All I need to make it real is one more reason I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do when she makes me sad.
Liam could hear her, her pleading and he wanted to put the dagger down so much but his hands were shaking way too much. This wasn't something he could deal with sober, drunk or high...this room was never to be entered again. People couldn't leave well enough alone and they just had to test his sanity, he wanted to trust her. With trembling hands he lowered his dagger away from her neck, but truly putting it away. There was no way this was possible, it was him going crazy. Maybe he was just holding a dagger at the wall, or hippie. He wouldn't have put it past Dante to secretly get him high so everyone would stop worrying.
Stepping back he quickly changed his knife to a gun, it was much better than standing closer to her. Having her so close, pressed up against him reminded Liam of all the nights they spent high as hell in his bed. Rubbing the side of his face "Away from the piano....you can't...it's not yours." Never mind the fact that it was her, but the girl in front of him wasn't august no matter how much he wanted it to be. There was two solutions to this problem she either lied or she wasn't real, he knew she would never lie to him. He hoped she would ever lie to him because she was the one person he trusted with his life, it would be so much better for her if she wasn't lying.
"I need proof, you can't just honestly expect me to believe....out of all the dead people I know...ugh" Liam never thought he could actually point a gun at August...ever. If this was real he would feel so bad for hurting her, putting a knife to her throat...no. This wasn’t real, he didn't need to feel bad all that this was, was his imagination. He missed her so much his mind was playing tricks on him, that was it...he needed to see Dante and Marcy. Dante because he would be able to actually shoot the imposter and Marcy because she would be rational about this.
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Post by AUGUSTINE VENIA CLEMENCE on Sept 5, 2014 11:37:25 GMT -5
This heart of mine whispers That I'm not done with what I call the past
Never in her life had August ever expected to find herself faced with Liam preparing to end it.She had not even a moment to relax as he slipped the blade away from her neck, her hand rushing to the small nick that oozed bright red against her pale skin. But as Liam exchanged his knife for his gun August had to remind herself - this wasn't Sebastien, this was Liam, she was not still locked away. Still, how many times had she faced moments like this, staring down a man who would was ready to end her life - she'd just never thought it would ever be him.
August shut her eyes tight and backed closer to the wall. She tried her hardest to will the tears to stop, to make her body stop trembling, to some how come off as brave as she had always been taught to do. Hadn't she been taught to take each hit and each threat with dignity? And here she was cowering like a child. He wanted proof, no needed proof - but what more could she give?
Lucky - or unlucky - for her Liam had his own idea of how to get the proof he needed. She knew it was useless to fight him, she was dead if she did - though she was possibly dead if she didn't. Either way she choose not to fight when he grabbed her the room spinning around them before she could say anything. She should have guessed where he was taking her - or more who he was taking her to. The place was off, then again a lot could change in a year. She stumbled as they came to and she had hardly gotten her bearings when she heard what she could only guess to be some rather vulgar Greek words followed by the cocking of a gun aimed right at her head.
Slowly she turned to confirm just that it was in fact Dante that Liam had brought her too. Her doe like eyes drifted around the parlor landing on Marcy - and some little girl. Her knees felt weak and her head was spinning. This was too much too fast.
"Liam....." The strain in Dante's voice was more than apparent, of course it was in his posture too, his body tense and his finger - steady ready to pull the trigger and end her life where she stood. And yet he was hesitating -he seemed to be just as confused as Liam had been. Then again, who wouldn't be - Sebastien had made sure to put on a grand enough show that the world would truly believe that Augustine Clemence was dead.
"Marcy -" August couldn't find the words to say to the other woman, mentally she was screaming for her help, begging unsure if anyone was listening. She needed to explain, to make Liam understand - that was all she needed. She couldn't do that here though, maybe she owed Marcy and explanation too - but not as much as she did Liam. Not ever close.
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Post by LIAM AMYCUS IFINOH on Sept 5, 2014 12:38:11 GMT -5
She is everything to me The unrequited dream A song that no one sings The unattainable, she's a myth that I have to believe in All I need to make it real is one more reason I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do when she makes me sad.
Liam knew that Dante was being reasonable, the shop came into focus and the angry Greek words barely registered as much as Dante pointing a gun at August did. "Gun down Dante, I just wanted to be sure you saw her too" He said pointing his gun at Dante who, as to be expected was still not putting his gun down. He looked pleadingly at Marcy who was looking at August like she had saw a ghost. Technically they all had, August wasn't supposed to be there and the tense atmosphere wasn't good for Apollin. Liam had forgotten the little girl was at the shop, what would happen should they find the girl to be an imposter.
Liam look at Marcy who was too busy shielding the little girl in the parlor chair to offer any sort of clarity to the situation. She could barely hear Marcy telling Dante not to get shot, because Apollin would be stuck with him before switching back to Greek. He was glad that Marcy found time to joke around at a time like this, even if he was sure Marcy wasn't joking. Looking over at August he saw how scared she looked and couldn't help it, he pulled the girl behind him. A move which gave her a big opportunity to kill him but he wasn't thinking straight. Still he couldn't let Dante kill her "Can someone Please just tell me they see her too, because I'm going crazy."
He threw another pleading look at Marcy who had moved away from the girl once she realized that the boys were at a stand still. Liam really wanted Dante to ease off the trigger, he didn't want to have to loose someone else. Though he was pretty sure if anybody would actually come back from the dead it would be Dante because the asshole just didn't want to die.
Marcy sighed and looked between the two of them "Dante don't shoot her yet we need answers, Besides what happens if someone comes in, you forgot to close the shop." She glared at Liam in an unspoken don't shoot or I'll shoot you but she knew it was hopeless to get him to put his gun down. Walking off she went back to sitting next to Apollin in the chair, very curious about what was going to happen. She spun around in her chair, she didn't know why but she kind of figured that this was what the atmosphere between Dante and Liam would be. Especially after everything but it was all very Chill and anticlimactic. Then again, her best friend's life was on the line and she should probably get serious. "Just know Dante if you get shot Ima shoot you again myself"
Liam wasn't sure why both girls in the parlor chairs were amused he just hoped whatever Marcy said would distract Dante enough so they could get answers from the girl sheltered behind him. He was pretty sure that the girl behind him had room to stab him, or shoot him or whatever. "I just need answers Dante, If they're wrong you can shoot." He didn't actually bring August there to questions her. He figured if a hunter, a mobster and a little girl saw her...he wasn't crazy.
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Post by AUGUSTINE VENIA CLEMENCE on Sept 5, 2014 15:11:35 GMT -5
This heart of mine whispers That I'm not done with what I call the past
August found herself holding her breath when Liam turned his gun on Dante, but Dante didn't falter. She felt like pray they way his icy blue eyes locked on her, staring her down. She could only guess what was going through his mind, the reasons he must have been calculating for how she could be standing in front of them.
When it happened she wasn't expecting it, but Liam pulled her behind him and it was second nature to ball her hands on his shirt and hide in the safety of him. It was all too overwhelming and she just kept trying to remind herself how to keep upright when her knees just wanted to give way. She clenched her hands tighter around the fabric trying to pull herself closer to him, she could feel the dampness of the cloth from the tears she still was failing to hold back. She wasn't even sure just what reason she was crying for, or if it was just every reason that made it impossible to stop.
"Gun down? Are you crazy Liam? We all can see her, but that's the problem! Dead girls don't just walk around! Now step aside!" It was clear in Dante's tone that he meant business, he even seemed to ignore Marcy, though when Marcy got the nerve to tell that moody tattoo artist what to do August didn't know - a lot could happen in a year.
"Please - Liam - I can, there's so much...I can explain - all of it." She didn't want to pull away from him to speak, she didn't want to pull away from him at all. She had been longing to feel herself back in the safety of his body every day she was locked away. She didn't want to tell him everything, no there was much she was terrified to admit. Wasn't that why she had waited for most the bruises to fade from their deep purples and blacks, so that he wouldn't have to know the real horrors that she had suffered? Wasn't it her foolish was of trying to protect him? But she knew there was no hiding the truth from Liam, even if she wanted to.
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Post by LIAM AMYCUS IFINOH on Sept 5, 2014 15:46:26 GMT -5
She is everything to me The unrequited dream A song that no one sings The unattainable, she's a myth that I have to believe in All I need to make it real is one more reason I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do when she makes me sad.
Liam wasn't being rational he knew but Dante giving him orders like he didn't know what was at stake. Like he didn't know that Liam realized as soon as he saw her that she could possible probably be a vampire. It pissed him off, that someone would think he wouldn't know the signs. It was him after all that could kill his father's whole coven of vampires but not kill his father. It wasn't because he was emotionally compromised it was because he was fighting for his life and his dad fled. He wouldn't allow anyone to hurt the people he cared about, not while he could do something about it and he had felt her heartbeat. She was alive, now it was just a matter of making sure she was real that it was really her. He aimed it the gun at Dante before moving his hand slightly so he hit the mirror behind him. The bullet had to pass Dante's head to get to the mirror though. He thought he made his point extremely clear, August wasn't to be harmed. If anybody was going to kill the girl...if she really needed to be killed it would be him. He had to face his demons and one of the strongest ones was currently curled into his back. "She has a heartbeat, I checked when I held a knife to her throat. What did you think we did...skip her holding hands?!?" He growled out at Dante, vaguely hearing Marcy translating everything to Apollin. What the hell was this some type of Spanish soap opera for her? He ignored the angry Spanish about ricocheting glass and not hitting any thing vital on Dante because, he would be put in the same condition. Secretly Liam figured Marcy didn't want to seem worried about the glass his Apollin. Liam turned slightly towards August and snorted, making sure to keep eye contact with Dante. "Yeah I'm not trusting anything you say, the real august doesn't have any Occlumency shields. I can find out for myself." He didn't mean for his voice to sound detached and lifeless but it came out that way. He couldn't show any emotion but anger right now, anything else and he would break down. Marcy was busy explaining everything to Apollin since Dante was obviously to busy being Dante to properly explain why everyone was talking in a language she couldn't understand.
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Post by AUGUSTINE VENIA CLEMENCE on Sept 5, 2014 16:50:03 GMT -5
This heart of mine whispers That I'm not done with what I call the past
Once again the shop was filled with violent Greek words that surely were not fit for a seven year old's ears. Of course Apollin seemed to find great amusement in Dante's anger as Liam fired a shot in the shop. Of course it was what was needed to get Dante to lower his gun if only because he had to hurry over to inspect the child for any stray mirror fragments that might have found their way to her even though she had been no where near it. Maybe Marcy already had that covered but Dante still seemed concerned. August didn't have time to question why though.
No instead August began to shake again, flashes of broken mirrors, bottles, and windows. She was clenching to Liam's shirt again mumbling to herself about how she was alright, he wasn't there, she was still safe. Over and over she repeated the words to herself before she hear Liam's and she pulled back to look at him. She tried to hide the hurt his words stabbed into her. He didn't trust her and while she couldn't blame him it did not make it hurt any less. She opened her mouth the speak but closed it and bit at her lip as she tried to stop crying, but she just wanted to cry all the more.
"You got what you needed Liam and you obviously don't need my help, so maybe you should go." August jumped at the tone of Dante's voice the subtle anger and yet some how it was as if he was trying to say something more with out saying it, as if he wanted Liam to know he was there if he needed him. What had happened between the two of them? While August had so many questions she knew it would be some time before she could ever get the answers. After all Liam didn't even trust that she was truly herself - he thought her some impostor.
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Post by LIAM AMYCUS IFINOH on Sept 5, 2014 17:18:37 GMT -5
She is everything to me The unrequited dream A song that no one sings The unattainable, she's a myth that I have to believe in All I need to make it real is one more reason I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do when she makes me sad.
Liam winced as he looked at the broken mirror and then Apollin because he had forgotten that she was laughing in the background with Marcy. He spared a an apologetic glance and a nod before apparating away with August. He didn't want or need to be there for what would happen next, she was his responsibility. Landing in the living the room he absentmindedly reached out to make sure she didn't fall. A habit he had always had, even before he went off the deep end. Taking quick step back from the girl to look her over he knew immediately that something was wrong. He pointed to the couch, not really wanting to touch her because he knew he'd cave. He wouldn't be able to keep up this cold front and he knew the force of him looking through her mind would knock her off her feet. Sitting on the edge of the couch he stuck his hands into the pocket of his leather jacket not wanting to scare her if he pulled out his wand. He could read the signs of someone who was battered, how jumpy she was in the shop even if her life was on the line. "Ready?" He didn't want for an answer before he started, pushing through the memories of her sitting at the pianos. Going to her apartment, the letter and then her got to the part about Seb. His hands unconsciously clenching with each passing memorizing, why he was going backwards he didn't know. When he finally got to the part about her telling him she'd be back later he disconnected their minds. He didn't know what to say to her, he couldn't "Topolina, what the hell" he ran his hand through his hair. He instinctively pulled her closer, after throwing his jacket and dagger on the coffee table. How the hell was he supposed to fix this...her. All the signs were there, everything made since, she had went through hell and he had held a knife to her throat. Then Dante and Marcy all the Greek and the shooting, it was all to much for her. "I'm so sorry Topolina"
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Post by AUGUSTINE VENIA CLEMENCE on Sept 5, 2014 17:57:07 GMT -5
This heart of mine whispers That I'm not done with what I call the past
Little relief came with leaving the shop, her eyes linger on Marcy, wishing the other woman could realize she was truly who she said - that she could some how convince Liam she wasn't a fraud. that some how they could avoid him invading her memories. She knew it would mean reliving them, something she already had to do in her nightmares. Would he stop or would he need to see them all?
Her answer would come soon enough as she found herlf back at Liam's. She stumbled before he caught her. She was sure her terror was written clear upon her face, how could she ever hide her true feelings from him when they were alone? She staggered to the couch sitting down, her body read of her anxiety of what was about to happen. Even when he asked if she was ready he didn't give her time to say no - not that it would have mattered anyways.
It was painful to be dragged though each memory, she tried to resist - top stop him or hinder him some how. It wasn't that she wanted to hide it from him, no entirely. Her body was tense as he took her back, nights of waking in terror to the empty apartment, nights of being stoned out of her mind in attempts to forget what she had been through, and then it started. Sebastien. Each memory was more painful than the one before it. She whimpered for him to stop, desperate for this to come to an end but he didn't stop not till he got to their final night.
She gasped when he broke the link, her face red and tear streaked as she looked upon him. A quiet moment passed between them adn she tried her best not to shatter within it. But when he spoke, hearing that name he had given her all those years ago she found herself choking on a sob As he pulled her closer. She didn't fight, no instead she went with it pulling herself into his lap and burring her face into the first nook of he body she found. "I'm sorry - I'm sorry Liam - I'm sorry"
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Post by LIAM AMYCUS IFINOH on Sept 5, 2014 22:40:02 GMT -5
She is everything to me The unrequited dream A song that no one sings The unattainable, she's a myth that I have to believe in All I need to make it real is one more reason I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do when she makes me sad.
Liam wasn't sure what to do, so many things were going through his head. At that moment he had the one person whose death drove him over the edge and on the other hand, she had been through so much. He didn't feel right dragging her into his life which only seemed to be getting more and more hectic as the day went by. Then again, he didn't want to lose her, he couldn't lose her. Now that he knew she was real and HIS August he wasn't ever going to let go. Even if It was necessary, bringing her through each memory felt wrong to him. That pissed him off greatly, he didn't have a conscious...his conscious was kind of royally screwed and it has been since his school days. Apparently at that moment it wasn't getting the hint. What's worse, he didn't push her away, he allowed her to climb into his lap and he wrapped his arms around her. He was sure, that this wasn't normal for him, he hated girls crying unless he was making them cry. He could walk away from crying without missing beat but August crying, it wasn't something that was on his to do list. If that wasn't another reason to be worried he felt his lips pressed gently against the top of the girl head. Like offering her comfort was a second nature to him, and It was but that wasn't the point. How easy was it for him to pretend the last year never happened? That he didn't go five billion different kinds of crazy? "There's no need for you to be sorry...it's not your fault" No matter how much he wanted to he couldn't blame her. Where was the fairness in that, she had been locked away by the one person who had been his list since he found about the contract. To be honest, he had absolutely no reason to dislike the girls intended until now. Besides the fact he thought he could just take away his best friend, he had put his hands on something that Liam considered his. "You can stay here, until I handle that contract of yours...then....then we can go from there" He couldn't help the fact he was still trying to grasp at straws keeping the conversation on track. He wasn't good with emotions, so what If he didn't push her out his lap. It was very obvious that he was just shock she had the guts to do such a thing.
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Post by AUGUSTINE VENIA CLEMENCE on Sept 9, 2014 21:31:45 GMT -5
This heart of mine whispers That I'm not done with what I call the past
August knew she needed to stop crying, but it was something that was easier said than done. She didn't flinch when he wrapped his arms around her. Instead she sunk into the warmth of his body against her's. Maybe she couldn't hold back all her tears but being wrapped so close to him, hidden away in the nook of his body with her arms wrapped tightly behind his neck, she finally felt a safety she hadn't since Seb took her. Her breath was sharp and short when she felt the tender way his lips pressed to her head, an action she had not expected from Liam. Peeking out from where she had buried her face she looked up to him. Her eyes bloodshot with pupils so wide you'd think her eyes black instead of brown.
Being so close she could feel the steady pounding of his heart in her chest - or maybe she was mistaking the racing thump of her's as his. What if this was just a dream though? Would she awake and find herself alone in the empty apartment again, or worse still trapped behind Seb's walls? She moved her hands quickly placing them on the sides of his face slipping them down his lightly stubbled cheeks. Her hands kept moving down, his neck to his shoulders and to his chest - it was with desperation as if she couldn't get enough reassurance that he was actually there holding on to her, holding her and never letting go.
Was she put at ease knowing he didn't blame her? She wasn't sure. The damage done by Seb's actions was mystery to her. But when he spoke again her hands froze on his chest and her eyes found his once again. He wanted her to stay. Of course she wasn't sure what to make of the second half of his statement - would he kick her out after dealing with Seb? Explain that he had no more room for her in his life? She couldn't blame him for that after all, a lot could change in a year. Still her hands found the sides of his face again, lightly slipping up his jaw and resting on his cheeks. How warm it felt to touch him with such softness - so different from the only touching she had been accustom to for the past year.
Her eyes drifted to linger on his lips for a mere moment, enough time to recall the way they burned like cinnamon and ash. "Mon cœur inquiet..." she mumbled as she struggled a breath. He consumed the air around them and made it hard to think, or maybe that was just because she had made sure to take the edge of her emotions before attempting to see him. She drew her body closer to his, raising up to press her forehead to his before her eyes fluttered closed. How easy it would be to meet his lips, to taste the sweetness and feel the way he burned against her tongue. "Please don't make me leave....." She whispered, even though he had told her she could stay - maybe she had only been hearing what she wanted to hear. She just had to be sure.
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Post by LIAM AMYCUS IFINOH on Sept 10, 2014 14:16:23 GMT -5
She is everything to me The unrequited dream A song that no one sings The unattainable, she's a myth that I have to believe in All I need to make it real is one more reason I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do when she makes me sad.
Liam didn't know what was happening or rather he did, it was starting. It was all to much and he didn't know how to deal with it. First Dante was a traitor and now August was alive, it was like everything in his life was changing, crumbling. Maybe August was supposed to be a way of balancing out the horrible part of his life, giving him a small amount of happiness. The only problem was that he didn't deserve that happiness, he was too broken and after a year of going off the deep end he wasn't sure August was safe with him.
Sure he could protect her from everything that went bump in the night, stupid intendeds and best friends with a gun. That wasn't the problem, who was going to save her from him? He burned everything he came into contact with, how long before she was just a pile ash. Remains of a girl standing too close to a dying star. His breath caught in his throat as her hands began to travel across his body and closed his eyes. Of all the things to control right now the urge to make her his was the worst one. He just let her hands roam his body as if he needed another confirmation that this was real. That she was really here because the last year seemed like a never ending nightmare.
Even though he knew it was what he deserved, that fate had set him up to lose something so important to him, he could help but get angry. He had loved her before he became a monster, he had wanted her before it was okay for him to take what he wanted. It was hard to want something that was never supposed to be yours, and trying to take that only made everything worse. He finally opened his eyes when her forehead met his, of course she closed hers. Sometimes she acted so strange but that was the attraction. She was so innocent, so opposite from him that he enjoyed every time he corrupted her. The first time he convince her to get high with him, that kiss.....the kisses.....sleeping in his bed and then lying to her brother. Everything that made him burn with the need to corrupt her beyond saving. "You don't have to leave ever", the words that slipped from his lips just seemed to make him angrier since when was he helpful....caring....kind.
Even as the angry thoughts floated in his head, his thumb was to busy brushing across her lips. Soft to the touch they reminded him off the first time he kissed her, how he could get drunk off her innocence. He never fought with Nate except about his sister, the one thing that was more addictive than any drug. At least to him she was his biggest bad habit. "Why would I make you leave...I just got you back?" He asked her with a confused look on his face. Didn't she know she was always welcomed in his house. Hell even when he didn't want company he would always let her stay there. He didn't know what was happening, he knew that when he woke up in the morning it would all be a dream and then it would start again. He had thought he fell off the deep end already but nothing would compare to chaos that would ensue should this night be dream.
MADE BY VEL OF GS
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It's Complicated
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Post by AUGUSTINE VENIA CLEMENCE on Sept 13, 2014 5:54:25 GMT -5
This heart of mine whispers That I'm not done with what I call the past
With eyes closed she just listened to the way her heart beat so loudly in her ears. Such a deafening sound the rushing blood was and oh how it raced as she felt him trace her lips with his thumb, the salt of his skin sour to the taste and leaving her with wanting more. But how her lips trembled under his touch as he reassured her that she she didn't have to leave. The tears she was trying to desperately to hold back slowly slid down her cheeks as they escaped from the corners of her eyes that she held so tightly shut. How hard it was to hold it together when he went on with his words - he just got her back. Her eyes slowly opened, still red and dilated.
"I never want to leave again...." August pressed her face closer to his, her nose brushing against his as she pressed against his cheek. Her hands and slid down his jaw and neck before slipping carelessly back, and up into his hair, intertwining in the softness. "I thought I'd never see you again." She whispered in what little space was between her lips and his. No, she would have seen him, she saw him every night - but dreams and reality were not one in the same. Even if she still had her fears this was nothing more than a dream, the warms of him against her, the way she could feel his every breath and heartbeat - no this was no dream.
"I missed you so much Liam..." How hard it was to hold back the sobs she just wanted let out, to find herself buried in the nook of his body once again hidden in the safety of his arms. But she didn't want to be broken - if that was what she was. Her mind raced with the words she wanted to say, countless apologies for not being able to fight Seb off sooner, for not ditching Nate like he had asked her to, countless words describing how she thought about him constantly, how she was sure he would find her even though he never had, countless questions about if he had even looked for her? But she had been dead and she knew she was nothing more than a fool if she assumed he had kept thinking otherwise.
Thinking just made August tremble though, as if she was cold even though her body was on fire from the heat of his.She couldn't kept her thoughts straight even if she tried, not when she was so close after having been so far away for so long. She knew it was wrong but she found herself giving in anyways, closing what little space had kept his lips from her's. Maybe it was wrong but to her, his were the only lips that had ever felt right. For too long she had been left with nothing but memories and dreams of him, it was almost surreal to feel the way the soft skin of his lips clung to her's as if pulling her in all the more. Maybe she had her doubts that she was actually there with him but August knew one thing for sure - no dream kiss had ever felt as real as this one now.
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