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Post by PRESTON JANDON SHERWOOD on May 20, 2014 19:12:55 GMT -5
They were chasing fools gold
PJ new he was on mission impossible, keeping the girl buring so brightly in front if him at arms length would be his greatest feat of self control ever. They would forever be undefined, he wouldn't let himself be selfish. That just fuelled his anger, once again he was put in this position, once more denied the easy way out and she would suffer. He had warned her she would regret this, she would get hurt...but he would protect her and her.....cousin. He was the wrong person and the right person and everything in between because he knew her weaknesses and he would exploit it, there was no doubt about it.
They were stars, two suns trying to own the same solar system, they burned so bright
The problem with fire was that air fuelled it, and they were both tornados, whirlwinds of emotion spinning endlessly...neither one of them would win and when they finally died, down the damage would be devastating. They would both be scarred more than they were when they started. He wantdd her to run, even if she couldn't tell behind the darkness his eyes were begging her to run, to stop and think before he ruined her forever. This had nothing to do with heartbreak, he was talking about her soul. He smirked, she couldn't do it...she couldnt even hit him...he deserved it, but she was just as stuck as he was. They had yet to reach the eye of the storm.
He never wanted to scream so bad
Is that your final answer? You're not naive, please dont make me laugh Bryony...your naive enough to be here...and im hoping that it's not on some quest for love, im hoping you'll be smart because I can only do so much before you have to learn for yourself
This was not a fairytale, the best friend always lost to the Prince...how long before hers came along?"
I was hoping your self-preservation instincts would kick in, but it seems you dont have any. How can you threaten me when you cannot do something as simple as slap me? Cant even muster up the hatred to hit me, and I know it kills you, I know you hate that you can't do it, but I warned you... you'll never be able to say the spell....none of them"
They were sinking on a ship, both foolishly trying to save the other with to no avail, they would both drown
Why do I need your forgiveness, you've already agreed to stay, to deal with the darkness, why should I apologize for the glipse you unintentionally saw?"
Beautifully broken...they were both trainwrecks...they couldn't save each other......but they could combine the damage
Falling to his knees, he clapse both his hands, the amusement gone from his lips but hidden deep beneath the surface...hidden in the darkness of his eyes, he look at her. I'm sorry. He was done apologizing for the dance but she could think he was, in all honest he was aplogizing for the hurt he would put through, the tears, the mixed signals and the darkness....he was apologizing for corrupting her so beautifully his uncle would be proud.
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Post by BRYONY CATE MOONBERRY on May 21, 2014 18:14:05 GMT -5
His words cut through her like knives. Every word that fell from his lips held some truth to it. He could read her every lie, her every truth. It frustrated her to no end. She wanted to spill her lies, over and over. After all, say something enough and before long it becomes the truth. Doesn't it? She wasn't sure. There was much she wasn't sure of now. So much had happened, so much had been said. She sucked in a breath while he went on, Tearing her apart piece by piece as if she was nothing more than a ragged doll thrown to a dog. Maybe she should have been used to this treatment. She endured of years of it from her mother. Hissing through gritted teeth of her uselessness, how she would amount to nothing but disappointment. Was he going to end up being just another scar upon her flesh? Would his hand prints that had been placed so softly upon her forever be bruised into her body as a constant reminder of her choices? His breath forever seared upon her skin to remind her of the fire she had played with. Her gaze had not left him though. She took every word with a tight held jaw and dry eyes. Maybe she would cry later when the reality of the moment hit her, when her body was not fueled with his energy. 'Why do I need your forgiveness' She pressed her lips into a fine line at his mocking question. No, he didn't need her forgiveness. He didn't need her. But he wanted her, selfishly. He brought this upon her and for that he owed her, he owed her the faintest glimmer that she might have some power over him even though she didn't. She deserved that small false sense though. Didn't she? But before she could open her mouth she watched him fall to his knees. With one hand she held the book to her chest as she walked over to him. Looking down upon him stirred something inside her, though the enjoyment she had thought she would feel earlier was lacking. This was something different, or rather indifferent. She placed her hand upon his cheek tenderly slipping down his strong jawline. Even with eyes darker than any abyss she still found him to be beautiful, even after every hateful and disrespectful word that had been said. A final spark that echoed in a slap. Maybe she would never understand everything the beautiful monster in front of her made her feel, maybe she didn't even want to. Maybe this was all they would ever be, two bodies of energy constantly pulling and pushing one another, they were both stubborn, too stubborn. Giving in was not and option and yet it was the only option. He said she couldn't do something and she was hell bent on proving him wrong. "That was for- well you know what that was for." She shook her stinging hand, the sharp tingling like a million needles gouging into her palm. She looked away from him, fixated on her hand that was turning a bright shade of red. It hurt her more than it hurt him, all of this did. "I'll let you know when I decide to really forgive you."She turned on her heel so her back was to him. Emotions still running high. "Now, if you'll excuse me I have a paper I need to work on. So unless you are going to tell me you understand elemental magic better than this book I will see you later." She only wished that her words could sting him as much as her hand stung from slapping him, wishful thinking and nothing more. Why she was still willing to be his friend after all this she could never explain. Why she still found herself swimming in emotions about him she would never understand. Preston Sherwood was the most frustrating person she had ever encountered in her life, and he was going to be her downfall. words: 674 tag: PRESTON JANDON SHERWOODooc: *dead*
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Post by PRESTON JANDON SHERWOOD on May 22, 2014 0:02:14 GMT -5
Predictable....she was predictable and spontaneous
PJ saw it coming, it was in her eyes, her posture...her walk. So many girls had slapped him in his life time he knew exactly how to soften the blow. Still he had to admit that his cheek tingled, maybe it was a sting but he had felt so much more. Broken ribs, clogged airways and countless bruises from being thrown into walls during fights. How many times had he been scratched...to many to count...to many to times to care. He saw it coming but he never guessed it would hurt as much as it did and he wasnt talking physically. He knew she was trying to prove him wrong, but she was only proving him right by doing it. She was so stubborn, it made him anger, thrilled frustrated....and well....compromised.
Hows your hand?
He asked snorting and rising to his feet, even though it sounded mocking he was generally curious, he wanted her unhurt...at least physically. PJ cared....just in an unconventional type of way. The same ways he cared for all the people he held dear, but he had so many enemies....so many demons, he feared he would lose them. She had no idea the type of man he really was, caught between an angel and devil, between a monster and a martyr.
They were hanging by a thread....over the edge of a cliff....above the abyss
Everything was different when she was around, and not in the love sick type of way. All the clarity he had was replaced with clouded judgement. Like she gave the room a sultry red tint and he was breathless. He always got what he wanted but he wasnt sure what he wanted from her....he was so....conflicted, confused....and frustrated. Maybe that's what she was meant to be...a frustration...a constant reminder of what could have been...what could be if he wasnt so hell bent on pushing her away, of not ruining what they had with a relationship....he wasn't good a relationships. Still he pretty much....no they pretty much ruined what they had for something more....complicatedly intense the room was spinning and the world was tainted a sultry red.
He would not be ignored
When she turned around, his eyes flashed...he would not be brushed off. She had opened pandora's box and it was her to close it. Though it would be an impossible feat, she was obligated to try. She like Pandora had given into temptation and opened the box, against everyone's words of warning...she was so foolish. He promptly reached around he and took the book.
Or better idea, you can just not waste your time forgiving me, itll be easier when something else goes wrong"
Taking the book from her he flipped through and snorted, Parker had a similar assignment. He tucked the book under her arm and smiled at her, the same smile he gave her at the dance.
I have a book a loaned parker its a bit on the darker side but it might help, besides didn't I say id help you with your school work.
If everyone had a color, hers would be red...a sultry red, she made his blood roar behind his ears, run cold and boil....yeah she was definitely red
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Post by BRYONY CATE MOONBERRY on May 26, 2014 0:49:10 GMT -5
Bryony couldn't hold back the scoff that escaped her lips at his question. Could he sound like anymore of an arse with his tone that dripped in mockery. She should have realized slapping him was going to hurt her more than himself but it wasn't physical pain she wanted to cause him. No she wanted him to hurt on a deeper level. "Fine." She replied curtly. The sting was starting to feel more like a numbing sensation. If only she could feel numb all over. She stared at the redness of her flesh, it was almost as if touching him had burned her. Then again, it had. Soon she would be nothing but ash. She sighed to herself. She should have known he would not be so easy to shake, not after she had welcomed him into her life with arms wide open. The warnings were not heeded, it was her own doing. And yet she lacked the feeling of regret. In her swell of emotions there was no regret, no desire to take it all back. Maybe there really was something wrong with her. Perhaps she had been looking for something that she would never find with him. She was too proud to admit it though or maybe too ashamed. He was her first taste of adult matters. She'd often said she wasn't a child, but knowing what she knew now maybe she was not as grown up as she had come to believe herself to be. She could walk like a woman, she could act like a woman, but some how in a matter of minutes he had managed to make her feel like a helpless little girl. She hated feeling helpless. She spun around as he lifted the book from her grasps her eyes flashing a glint of anger. She wanted to go off on him. To hit him again and again and scream out all the frustration that was building inside her. Why her? Why did he have to do this to her of all people? She wasn't ready to accept her part of the blame on the matter. She was the fool who let him in. She was the one who didn't let him walk away when he had given her the chance. As if he would have put an end to this though. What ever this was. "Easier on who? You?" She spit her words like venom, he wanted the easy way, well she wasn't going to give it to him. She wanted him to suffer, she wanted him to feel every ounce of disappointment she could feel towards him. If he was going to be a stain on her soul that she'd be damned if he didn't pay for it even in the slightest of ways. She folded her arms over her chest as she glared at him, not that she looked even the slightest bit intimidating. "You are so infuriating, did you know that?" She pressed her lips together after the words slipped out. She could call him names all night but it wouldn't change anything. He'd won. She looked away from him after he gave her the book back and went on about a book he had loaned his brother. She didn't want to see his smile, that was one reason she was in this mess. That stupid smile on his stupid face. "Back to keeping our promises now?" She glanced at him, he really knew how to give a girl emotional whiplash didn't he? She knew she shouldn't have looked though but it was too late. Ugh, why that smile? Was she nothing more than a game to him? A game that he knew exactly how to play. "Fine, I just want to get this essay done, I don't care how." Her tone was softer than it had been. She'd already given in, so she might as well prepare to take the plunge. Maybe she shouldn't have accepted his help. There were a lot of things she shouldn't have accepted from him though, help on an essay was hardly the worst offence. This was only the start though, the start of something dangerous. words: 693 tag: PRESTON JANDON SHERWOODooc: xD
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Post by PRESTON JANDON SHERWOOD on May 26, 2014 19:26:54 GMT -5
it was all smoke and mirrors
PJ snorted, even if the fire had died down, it didn't extinguish. Just the smallest laugh, smile, or comment could set them off again. It felt as if they were constantly waiting for the rope to snap, the only thing that was certain was devastation. Hers or his...that was the question. Even as he teased her he knew that this matter was far from solved, she would wreck him just as much as he would her, just in a slightly different way. He nodded at her being fine, he wondered if her hand felt as it looked, an angry redish pink color. He didnt comment though, not on the lie or the look of her hand, of course she wasnt okay...neither of them were.
Next time you slap someon use the back of your hand its tougher, if not dont straighten out your hand all the way....make your hand smaller puts more force behind it."
He didn't say anything else, she confused him....made him dizzy with her energy, it wasn't bad but it wasnt pleasant either. She made him think about the taste blood the cooper feeling on his tongue after biting it too hard, we kisses got to rough, hateful in passion and anger. He steeled his thoughts, those kind would do him no good, he was a deadman walking and he knew it would be a long time before the biggest problem in his life was liking two girls.
There was a thin line between love and hate, it was called complicated...they were complicatedly stubborn
He rolled his eyes and sighed, stuffing his free hand in his jacket pocket feeling the blade of his knife press against his skin, why was he trying to be something he wasn't. Looking down at the younger girl, he frowned.
No, on you forgiving me means that you accept that ill try harder to changex not forgiving me means understanding that no matter how hard I try ill never be able to."
He wondered what wss going through her mind, perhaps legillimancy should be his next course of study, he already had non-verbal down packed. Sighing he ran his free hand through his hair, he thought she was done being difficult, then again she was girl, they held grudges long....his list of exes that gave him dirty looks at hunter meetings were prove of that.
Dont worry the feelings mutual
He said hotly and smirked at her, he was trying to be nice, to put the demon under wraps... he was so much worse than he let on. Why couldn't she just run, didn't she know it wasn't too late to run, not untill she saw his handy work first hand. Should he show her the newspaper clippings, missing person's photota and obituaries of the people he'd killed, on a impossible mission to purge the world of what his family deemed filth.
Whatever Bryony, lets just get the eassy finished, you can go back to hating me after wards, I promise
He said mockingly, going to sit down at an empty table, ignoring the stares and whispers he glared at anybody who looked at the table, anybody who was ony. They would be the talk of the school before dinner time, no doubt.
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Post by BRYONY CATE MOONBERRY on May 26, 2014 20:29:17 GMT -5
Bryony bit at her lips as he told her how to hit someone. It was a simple action, but subconsciously it had been as if she wanted to hurt herself as much as she wanted to hurt him. Poison. Thick black poison that she was being swallowed in, poison that flooded her nose and mouth and filled her lungs before she could gasp for a breath. She knew he was right. There would be no changing him, even if she had wanted to. But Bryony wasn't even sure what she wanted from him anymore. Drunk on mixed emotions, judgement clouded by is haze - would she ever know? "Everyone needs forgiveness...." She mumbled under her breath. But would she ever truly forgive him? She was not her cousin, she could not turn away from the truth and accept everyone back with warm arms. But he made her want to accept him. Accept him and all the eye opening horror that came with him. It wasn't real yet, not completely. Empty threats and broken promises as they tip toed over shattered glass in a tragic dance around one another. A part of her still clung to the thought of the boy who she'd judged with an open mind. Had it all just been an act? Was she just a silly fool who was throwing everything away to cling to some stupid fantasy? She tried not to think about it. Not here, not now. Not while he had such a grasp on her. She looked at him and could feel the faint smirk on her lips when he said the feeling was mutual. "Good." She was content with knowing this. Or at least thinking it. It meant she had left a mark on him, nothing compared to that which he had left on her. But she knew she would not be ignored. There would be no more pretending after this. His true colors were showing and she could see the wolf behind his grin. How many had fallen because of him? She didn't dare try and imagine it, not here, not right now. She'd have to find her own way to come to terms with what he was, some how she knew ignoring the truth would not work in this case. No, there would be no easy way with him. From here on out there would only be complication. There would be fighting through everything that swirled inside her chest, fighting a losing battle. She followed him to the table pausing when he went on about how she could go back to hating him. Was it hate she felt for him? It was hard to say as they stood between their beautifully blurred lines. "Don't think I won't PJ. That stupid grin of your's won't sway me, not this time." It was all talk. She could swear up and down that she hated him, she could slap him time after time but it would be in vain so long as she found herself caught up in his storm. Together they were their own prefect storm, beautiful and devastating. Taking the seat beside him she opened the book. She shut out the rest of the world, the stares, the whispers. There was enough on her mind about the boy beside her to bother worrying what others were saying. Just what had she gotten herself mixed up in? words: 563 tag: PRESTON JANDON SHERWOODooc: I wasn't going to reply but I had to >.>
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