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Post by BRYONY CATE MOONBERRY on Jun 29, 2014 21:23:49 GMT -5
There it was, that pain as his words ripped her heart from her chest.She sat up when he pushed her away and got up, her lips pressed tight together as he went on. His words cut her to pieces, as if they hadn't done enough damage already. She couldn't let it show though, her eyes might have been begging for him to stop, for the words to come to stop. 'At least your slytherin side is showing.' She faltered. Slytherin side, or did he mean Carrow? She lost the air that was in her lungs. Was she becoming her mother? Her worst fear, was it becoming true? Years of trying to make her into the daughter she had always longed for, was that what she had become? Her mind and body started to go numb, and his words stuck into her like knives piercing her skin. Grabbing a near by pillow she threw it at the door as it closed. Bastard. Prick. Every rotten word she could think about him screamed in her head. Her hands flew to her mouth muffling the sob that so badly need to escape. It felt impossible to breath, like drowning, gasping for air but finding none. Knees pulled to her chest her arms wrapped around her frame, her fingers digging into her back. How she wanted to escape her skin, escape all of this. She could barely feel the pain as she dragged her nails across her skin, her nails leaving trails of bright red against her pale tone. How empty and open her chest felt, each gasping breath only bringing more pain. No one had ever made her feel this before, how could this be good? How could he fight her on this when they both knew it was wrong, he had to know it was wrong. Wasn't it? She couldn't even think, her mind was all over the place and reeling in pain. He knew exactly how to hurt her. She wasn't sure how long she had been sitting there on his bed her eyes staring blankly at the door. This wasn't how it was meant to be. the stillness rang in her ears. She wasn't sure she had the will to move, or the do anything for that matter. But she reached over to her shirt that lay on the bed before slipping it over her head, covering the bright red trails of her nails. She continued dressing slowly, caught in a haze of pain...heartache. As she rose to her feet she staggered to the door, palms pressed against it. How was she to do this? How could she stay? How could she leave? As always there was no obvious right answer, only wrong ones. Every answer was wrong. Her lungs still struggled to find air and each heartbeat felt like a phantom pain rattling in her chest. Slowly she opened the door and stepped out. She kept her eyes down as she stepped further into the apartment, further away from the haunting memory of the night. Caught between the living room and the kitchen she was faced with a decision. Always a decision. Her eyes flickered to her jacket that lingered with his and her shoes that lay carelessly on the floor. It was the right choice. Take them and run, run away from him like she should have months ago. It wasn't as if it would be difficult, so why did she find herself stuck? Always the wrong choice. Instead of leaving she went into the kitchen her eyes still cast down. There was no hiding though. Looking up her eyes found him, she swallowed and tried to find enough air to speak, "No more lies?" She questioned softly, timid almost. "I'm no good at pretending." It was barely even the start of the truth. So much more she needed to say, how she was scared, scared of him, of them, of what any of this had really meant. It was easier to lie, but no more lying. She took in an uneasy breath and hugged her arms around her waist. Could any good come of this, or had she foolishly ruined everything by giving into something that she knew she never should have had? words: 708 tag: PRESTON JANDON SHERWOODooc: *has drown in feels*
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Post by PRESTON JANDON SHERWOOD on Jun 29, 2014 22:10:03 GMT -5
PJ paced around the kitchen as the things he needed prepared themselves. Why did he have to let his emotions get the best of him. He did his best to keep people away, hell even his brother and sister only see him every once in awhile. That mostly had to do with the fact that his mother didn't approve of his job.
His own mother thought he was a monster, in a burst of anger he threw the vodka bottle he left on the counter at the wall. Who was she to make him feel like this? She was just a girl, a lost one at that, caught between her mother's views and hers and he could see that. One conversation with her mother and he could see why she fought him uselessly.
He should give up and call it quits but every part of him was telling him that he needed her. She made him want to be a better person but kill at the same time. He was unsure how long he just stood there staring at the broken bottle on the floor mindlessly waving his wand as the food cooked. Stupidly he had made enough for two people even though she was probably long gone while he was lost in thought.
He swallowed the lump in his throat Scavo's didn't show emotion and always got what they wanted. Sherwood's never gave up and followed their hearts. He was caught in between families trying to be what his mother and father refused to be he was tired. He couldn't begin to describe the pain he felt the first time he killed someone. He could only remember he used to have a muggle friend before his uncle got to him. He used laugh and play football, quodpot, and soccer but now he was in England and hurting.
His eyes left the floor when she walked in and he could tell she had been crying. His hands gripped the counter he was leaning against and turned his eyes back to the floor. Scavos didn't show emotion He refused to let her see how broken he was, she might not have been good at lying to people but he could pretend very well.
Did she come here to say goodbye? Did she want to hammer the last nail in the coffin so there was no way he could recover from her? Had he missed judged her and she was really that cold? It was funny the person to finally break his was a girl who didn't have an evil bone in her body. He doubted she could kill a spider, and she was about to send his world crashing down.
He froze at her voice, she didn't say good bye but she hadn't exactly said she wouldn't leave. No lies? He could do that but where did he start, why did he want to stop lying long enough to let her in?
"Okay, ill be completely honest as long you are."
She was bad at pretending but he could tell it was more than that, she was bad at pretending because she didn't know how to compartmentalize her emotions, her eyes gave her away.
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Post by BRYONY CATE MOONBERRY on Jun 30, 2014 0:35:44 GMT -5
She bit her lip and nodded. No more lies. She wasn't sure their truths would do them any good, but what was a little more pain? If she was going to be broken she might as well be shattered beyond repair. It didn't matter what transpired here in the end she was always going to belong to him, there was only settling left, if even that. She shifted on her feet and tried to wrapper her arms even tighter around herself. It was his arms she wanted really, to feel her face pressed into his chest, to find some comfort in the sound of his heart thumping. But such thoughts made her have to close her eyes, the pain of her phantom heart beat was enough to make her wince. No more lies. "I'm tired of fighting you all the time." Silly days of banter felt like a life time ago, when she could joke with him about his state as a damsel and she his savior. How was he even the same boy? How was she even the same girl? Playful words had been replaced with words of fire, maybe it had been her fault in the end for playing the dangerous game but that didn't change the fact. It didn't change how she missed how simple things had been before she knew the truth, before she had seen the monster that lay within. But she couldn't be his savoir, could she? He was past saving. She would have been a fool to think otherwise. So why did he still matter so much? How had he gotten so into her head that she couldn't get him out? She always circled back to these thoughts, these thoughts about how terrible he was. Eyes shut tight she shook her head, if only she could get rid of them. Finally when she opened her eyes again she stole only one look at him, how hard it as to meet his gaze when only last night she had found herself lost in it. "I don't know how to do this, any of this. I'm nothing like you..." She'd just wanted one selfish night, but this was the mess she had made of it. She should have known better, known that when feelings were involved it always ends up messy. He warned her off of falling for him, made it clear they could never be, he should have know that would only tempt her more. It was too late to pass the blame though, there was no taking back the night, no getting back what had been lost. All there was, was the silver of hope to make it out of the ash as more than just debris. "I don't know how I can be in lo- how I can have feelings for someone when there is something so...terrible about them. Something that is against everything I stand for. But some how you're there, and its as if you're haunting me and I know I should be wishing every horrible thing possible to happen to you but I can't. I just...can't" Her eyes lingered on anything but him. No weight was lifted from her as she spoke. But no more lies. "How can you love someone when you're scared of just what that means?"words: 552 tag: PRESTON JANDON SHERWOODooc: x__x
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Post by PRESTON JANDON SHERWOOD on Jun 30, 2014 1:06:32 GMT -5
The more she talked the more Preston allowed himself to relax, he searched her words for lies...she was a horrible lying and complicated confessor. He waved his wand and the broken glass vanished along with the spilled vodka, he felt bad about his about his outburst. Walking over to her he wrapped his arms around her and closed his eyes as he looked towards the living room. This was never going to be easy, nothing worthwhile ever was.
"I can't really promise we won't fight, we have different opinions and I respect that. It's gonna be a battle no matter what, but I already said im not giving up"
Sherwoods never gave up
He kissed the top of her head, for now she was here and he wasn't sure if she was done running but his grip wasn't that tight. He knew that if she chose to leave he would let her, but he could never allow her to choose someone over him. How twisted his mind was, it just proved the many reasons why Bryony was too good for him. He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding and tried to meet her eyes.
"I would never ask you to be like me, im like this because I have to, hell I wouldn't wish this life of mine on anyone and my siblings are so eager for it and they have no idea. Bryony, I'm not expecting you to start to hunting...I lo- like you the way you are stubbornness and all"
His mind was screaming at him for his slip up, his mind screaming at him to think before he spoke. He had almost said the forbidden word, she would surely leave if she knew the depth of his feelings. How could she make his heart stop beating with few words. Everytime she was in his arm, he couldn't help but remember how beautiful she looked in his bed.
"If we're being honest, I don't go around killing a bunch of twelve year old because their werewolves or vampires. Since I head both the Scavo and Sherwood branches...i've change things, plus both of my families have a lot of power in the hunter world, its only the dangerous ones we kill now....of course it wasn't always like that...I'm not promising you I'll give up hunting I can't...if I do some innocent boy will have to take my place, he'll i'm trying to scare Penny and Parker away"
Was him being hunter going to ruin them before they started? He could see it being the proverbial purple elephant in the room.
"Because if you know what means...falling in love and it scares you...you have two choices...leave or stay....if the thought of leaving...doesn't cross your mind...then you can handle it...even if you have to face your fears... At least thats what my mom told me when I got my heartbroken"
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Post by BRYONY CATE MOONBERRY on Jun 30, 2014 1:56:36 GMT -5
She pressed her forehead to his chest and let her arms find their way around him. She could feel the storm brewing inside. Just what sort of person was she? She laughed awkwardly and slightly unforgettably when he said he didn't except her to be a hunter, while a comforting idea it hardly was putting her mind at ease. It didn't prove to her that some how giving into him had been the best judgement call on her part. And yet some how she knew she fit with him, in the worst and best of ways. What did she know though? She was sixteen, how did she find herself in such a mess? She could feel her empty stomach twist up as he tried to explain his role. Explain the changes he brought on. Filthy creatures...creatures like her dear Aunt. Like her sweet Silvia. Her arms wrapped a bit tighter around him. Unforgettable truths. If only she could hate him more, more than she didn't. Why did he have to be a hunter? Of all things. She had tried to hate him for it, but instead she had let herself get so entangled she was lost in him. Things would never be simple, not so long as she found Preston Sherwood in her life. "What does it say about me though, being in - feelings with you, actually worry about you and giving a damn if you make it back to me alive when someone else out there isn't going to ever come back home, because of you...." Her words slipped out painfully, she didn't want to say them. But he had to realize how it weighed on her, just what it meant to love the devil. He had robbed mothers of their children, children of their parents, brothers and sisters. Maybe she didn't know their faces or their names but his blood stained hands were forever pressed into her skin. "What about how you'll be finished with school soon, do I just spend the next year of my life hoping to not read about your disappearance or gods forbid your death. And say you live, and I finish school, what then? We fall hopelessly and madly in love with one another, have some big grand pureblood wedding where as a dowry you offer up my aunt to my mother? And then we go off and have little hunter babies that can one day hunt their own cousins?" It was all irrational thinking, honesty was not always the best policy. She pulled back from him slightly, but she kept her arms around him, the safety net she could lose on a moment's notice. "I just don't see how I can ever fit into your life, how I can ever be what you need....what you want." She couldn't look at him still, did he understand how confusing this was? How she was battling a war against her morals and her heart? "I'm not falling in love with you." She muttered a faint hint of bitterness taking only a moment to look up at him before looking away again, it wasn't a lie - not entirely, she wasn't falling she had tumbled head first into an abyss that she couldn't crawl back out of. "Might've been a bit gentler..." words: 547 tag: PRESTON JANDON SHERWOODooc: >.>
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Post by PRESTON JANDON SHERWOOD on Jun 30, 2014 2:39:00 GMT -5
It came down to his darkness didn't? The reason why the one person that could ever change was scared to be with him.Not for the first time in his life did Preston beg fate to spare him. There were times when he wanted to die and give up because of the choices he was forced to make, other times he begged for something to make sense. He just didn't understand anything any more, she made everything spin.
"I don't know how to answer that Bryony. In all honesty my choices aren't yours, my mother and father turned their backs on the family business...the oaths and I can't do the same. The pureblood world is about reputation and I can't let my family suffer, and it kills me to know how many mothers and children mourn because of it but I can't change the past."
This was it wasn't it, he was arguing the worth of his soul. He could feel the blackspots, the darkness..all the things that made him a dark wizard. He would give it all up if it meant that she would be okay with being with him and that scared him. One moment of weakness and they were both doomed, she had to know that he couldn't change..not because he didn't want to... but because so many young kids would lose their innocence.
"Well first, my apartment isn't that far from the school, I can come and visit the days after the full moon and ill write. Secondly, I may be a killer....a prick and everything in between, but I could never hurt anyone you cared about because I care about you too much. Do you honestly I would give a care about the people I killed if you weren't so strongly against it all. I've changed but there's only so much I can change...I was raised to be like this. Lastly, I wouldn't force children to choose this life...I would make sure it was absolutely necessary for them to become one before I let them but there would always be a choice. Also can I get you to agree to be my girlfriend before we jump to marriage?"
He meant the last part as a joke but he found the whole thing hilarious. She was all worked up and her meltdown was kind of cute. Though he knew there was still things to work out she just needed to stop worrying every second of the day.
"How can you not? Bryony if I wanted a hunter I could have one, I have no use for someone who's like me. I'm a horrible person, when we went to the dance I was even worse than I am now because I didn't care about the families I broke up or the people I hurt. I need someone who makes me human...someone who can be light in the darkness in life. I need and want you, you're the one thing my mom was hoping I'd find...Human"
He hoped she knew he wasn't talking about her species, he was talking about her compassion and morality. Two things he was lack and two things his uncle saw as weakness.
"Back to lying ready? Half truths count as lies also"
He was more teasing than accusing, he wanted things to be okay between them. Scavos always got what they wanted BRYONY CATE MOONBERRY
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Post by BRYONY CATE MOONBERRY on Jul 1, 2014 0:00:21 GMT -5
Reputation. Such a haunting word. How many times had her mother yelled at her about it, about how different things would be if she was a true Carrow and not some worthless Moonberry. Just a silly girl from a silly family that would never amount to anything worthwhile. Wasn't that what her mother had told her before? Such bitter words from a bitter woman. Reputation. Lecture after lecture on getting in good with the big names, a task she constantly failed at. Until him. Just what her mother wanted and more. Killer. That word again, would she ever get used to hearing it? She hoped not. To accept what he was, to accept what he did. And yet, wasn't what what one did when they found themselves falling for another? You took them how they were, flaws and all. But this was more than just a flaw. She swallowed and looked up to meet his eyes. Was guilt enough to prove his worth? To prove that there was something to love about him? Such a thin line between love and hate and she was somewhere in between. "Do you think that would be smart? Dating?" The word felt gross to say, unnatural almost. Sure she'd had a few boyfriends in the past, and well Godfrey if you counted whatever was. But dating, boyfriend, girlfriend, they hardly felt applicable in regards to him. "I was under the impression that didn't work with your lifestyle..." Her words were confused, there was so much she felt unsure of now. Surely he realized that she was trying to look out for herself. After all wasn't that part of what made her a slytherin, that need to preserve one's self before others. Why bother getting anymore involved, developing deeper stronger feelings if in the end it would only mean that she would end up broken and shattered. Could she handle that? Of course she cursed herself for thinking like that, for even teasing the idea of being something with him. How did she manage to get in this deep? He was a shark biting chunk after chunk out of her and she was the idiot who didn't try and stop him. She wanted to ask him what made him right for her? How would being with someone as horrible, as immoral, as lost in the dark as himself - how was that any good for her? Didn't she deserve someone else, someone better suited to give her a life where she might still be able to look at herself in the mirror and find a smile that wasn't just hiding the tears? Instead she just looked away her arms loosely slipping from around him before she moved her hands to rest lightly on his arms where she softly traced circles in his skin with her forefinger. "Sometimes I swear you literally drive me crazy. You are the most selfish, arrogant, bull headed, American wizard with no sense of morality that I have ever met; and sometimes I swear I want nothing more than to hex you into the next century. But what do I do instead? I run off with you...." She sighed as her words dropped off. Slipping her hands up his arms and around his neck she pulled herself into him, standing on tiptoe as she pressed her lips to his cheek. Of all the people in the world, why him? Maybe it was a lie, in its own way, but she hardly was taking well to him calling her out on it. What did he even know? It wasn't like he could read her that well. moving her lips to his ear she whispered into it softly and sweetly. "Don't be a cocky little prick about this." Well, maybe not too sweetly. Her mind was riddled with some many questions and not enough answers. She slowly drew back from him. Could thinks ever be the way they seemed they could have been on that night so long ago? Could she ever walk beside him and not feel entirely consumed by his darkness? She looked at him, looked at him with eyes no longer burning red. How easy it would be to love him were he always the man that stood before her. The one who knew just how tightly to hold her, how softly to kiss her. But there was so much more underneath, so much more she had to battle. How many fights would they endure? How many tears would she cry for each new stain on her soul brought on by him? How long before she consumed the light that she was? Too many questions and never enough answers. She realized she was staring, but before she broke her gaze she took his face into her hands, running her thumbs along his jaw. "I'll think about it. About agreeing." She didn't specify, he would know. There was just no way she could use the word girlfriend in reference to him and her though, it was beyond ridiculous. She pressed a small soft kiss on his lips. They could fight this out another day. Pulling away she broke free of him but she didn't turn and run. Maybe she should have, the thought did still linger in the back of her mind. "What were you making?" She said with a hint of awkwardness as she tried to drive them away from the topic of them. But what else could she say with out redundantly arguing how he was the worst person in the world for her to be in love with? She just wanted a moment of peace with him, emotions had run high all night and all morning, didn't they deserve just one moment of peace? words: 955 tag: PRESTON JANDON SHERWOODooc: such sweet nothings she whispers...>.>
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Post by PRESTON JANDON SHERWOOD on Jul 2, 2014 16:42:59 GMT -5
PJ was starting to wondering how much more selfish he could afford to be. He couldn't help but wonder if she'd be less judgemental if she knew the true story about him being a hunter. Did she think he choose this life, that he dreamed of being his uncle's pride and joy. He could relate to her problems with her mother much more than she thought he could. Was he supposed to confess that his mother thought he was a monster, that she renounced her magic and made the Scavos look weak. He couldn't be weak, he had to do what his mother refused, it was either him or Parker and Penny.
"I have had girlfriends before, I'm not the most committable individual, in the world. I just learned to balance out my personal and professional life"
He wasn't sure what he was doing, all they were doing was revisiting the same topic over and over again. She couldn't get past his occupation, no matter how much he tried to show her he was a good person she would always be stuck on that part of him. He wanted to give up, throw in the towel....he had already been down this road and it nearly killed him the first time. He wanted her to be different to see past the darkness he had forced to surround him to stay sane, didn't she see that morality would slowly kill him?
"Yup, just like your stubborn, naive, adorable, aggravating and more closed minded than you'd think"
He shrugged his shoulders and nodded towards the chair. They could be normal for now, no arguing or hunter issues.His demons wouldn't catch them not at that moment. "Eggs, bacon, pancakes" every guy could at least make one of those things. He was no different, although his cooking was more survival based than anything.
"Don't sweat it, if being my girlfriend is that much of a hardship I won't bring it up again"
He hated how much her word affected him, stupid words....they should mean nothing. He was a killer right and surely morality would kill him, so why did he want redemption? BRYONY CATE MOONBERRY
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Post by BRYONY CATE MOONBERRY on Jul 2, 2014 21:01:29 GMT -5
Bryony bit her tongue. So many things she wanted to say but they were nothing but fire. She should have just let it loose, let them burn where they stood and be done with this, be done with him. He was no good for her, she was no good for him. She could feel the warm metallic taste that rushed in her mouth. She winced and looked away as she ran a hand over her mouth, her thumb brushing over her tongue staining her skin red. Did he really want all this struggle? "I didn't say that and you know it." She did her best to keep her words even, she wasn't trying to fight. Why did he have to be so difficult, why did he have to make this seem like it was now or never? Did he really want to be that foolish and jump head first with out seeing where they might land? "I just...this is a lot to think about. I've not dealt with anything like this before Preston, if you didn't notice. Sort of confusing to go from stay away from me to - well...last night...." Even if she wasn't looking at him she could feel how hot her face got she as admitted aloud what they both knew they had done. She felt that phantom tug in her chest. The surreal feeling was slipping away and reality was cracking through. "Would you rather I just go? All I seem to do is make you mad..." Why didn't he see that she was trying? Trying hard to make things right, or make things work she wasn't even sure which it was. Hadn't last night proven anything to him, or did he just think she had made some careless drunk choice? What about how she had stayed, once again, even when he gave her a way out? Would her actions always fall short in light of her words? We should have just stayed in bed. Stayed where they were untouchable by the rest of the world instead out where they had to face the truths of it. She glanced to him waiting for an answer. All the while wondering why he changed his mind. Why had he gone from telling her to have no expectations from him to suddenly wanting to put some stupid label on what they were? But now really wasn't the time for questions, was it? words: 404 tag: PRESTON JANDON SHERWOODooc: >.<
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Post by PRESTON JANDON SHERWOOD on Jul 5, 2014 17:35:36 GMT -5
Preston frowned and ran a hand through his hair, why would he want her to leave. He really didn't think that running away would solve anything, was that her answer to everything? He wasn't angry he was frustrated...he was trying to show her that he wanted to be good for her. It was like she wouldn't allow, him to show her he wasn't that bad. He sighed a moved to sit at the table, pulling out her chair before he sat down. This was never going to to anywhere, unless they straightened this out.
"I don't understand you sometimes, you're telling me i'm no good for you, and i'm trying to be but you're just being ugh."
Resting his head on the table he banged it a couple of times, he really was out of his element. Couldn't she see that he was horrible at things like this, all the girls he's ever dated were simple. Hell hunters and purebloods all wanted power and the girls he dated were both, he didn't care to try. He was trying, but he lacked patience, not to mention he hated rejection.
"Why don't we just have breakfast and worry about things later."
He summoned both plates and set them on the table. There was too much drama at that moment to solve everything. Especially after what happened last night, he had to work also. He picked up his fork and moved his eggs around his plate, this was so frustrating.
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Post by BRYONY CATE MOONBERRY on Jul 5, 2014 20:24:21 GMT -5
She wanted to go, she wanted to leave this all behind and not look back. Leave it to be a far off dream that could never be, that never should have been. But watching him just made her chest ache more and more. "Preston...." She chewed at her lip. She should have just left. It was the easy way, the way where she could control how much she got hurt. Everything about him was a question with an answer she wasn't sure she wanted to know. Maybe she worried too much but it felt like he worried too little. Once again though she stayed. She moved to the table and took the seat he had pulled out for her before scooting closer to where he sat. It was painful to see him like this. She'd wanted to hurt him before, to make him suffer but now....something had changed. She reached out and placed a hand on his arm her gaze cast away from him. They were two proud fools. "I'm sorry." Her voice was quiet, she half hoped he wouldn't hear her it would be in vain though the stillness of his flat hardly was a cover for any words spoken. She rubbed her thumb across his warm skin as she tried to find the rest of her words. How could she explain how she had never been sure of dating? How she felt more comfortable with losing him on her terms, and yet not even then? She didn't know and it made her want to hit her head on the table as he had. But She didn't. "I lo...like you...a lot. More then I should. I think. I really don't know anymore. You make it hard to know whats right...." Her words felt dumb as they came out. Liked him. As if this was some dumb 12-year-old school girl crush. If only she was that lucky. She slipped her hand away from his arm. It was then she paced her face into both her hands and sighed. From fighting to .... trying to hold one another in lives that didn't seem to mesh quite right. "You really, really want to....date....me?" Yup she did not like that word. Couldn't they just be two people in feelings making a huge mess and mistake? "Could you be happy then?" Merlin she was actually considering it. Godfrey couldn't even get her to put a label on what ever they had been. But Preston wasn't Godfrey, no, he was someone far more important to her. "I just want to find a way to be happy...with you...together." If that was possible, if it ever could be possible. There was so much she would have to over look and turn a blind eye to but - who else ever made her feel like him? Who had ever made her feel special like he could? Who had ever made her feel like she just fit with them? Just him. Of all people, it was just him. words: 504 tag: PRESTON JANDON SHERWOODooc: that's alright
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Post by PRESTON JANDON SHERWOOD on Jul 6, 2014 0:02:03 GMT -5
Preston stiffened when her hand touch his arm, he didn't even know why she was apologizing. Everything about them was complicated and it shouldn't be, if they wanted to be together they should...right? He saw nothing wrong with it she wasn't exactly killer material but she was strong and pureblood. No one would care about her last name or what she did, she herself...her parents were pureblood. She wouldn't be blamed for her uncle's crimes, hunters knew how there could be oddballs in the family. Both his parents were oddballs and he turned out according to his grandparents plan...someone had to. "Don't...just don't worry about it, it'll be okay"
He knew they were making a big decision here, he belong to a world where she couldn't bring the one person she cared deeply for. She just didn't understand that he could relate to her more than she'd think. He knew she wasn't used to this, relationships, boys, drama...but neither was he. One night stands in foreign countries didn't really equate to mister commitment. They just needed to establish where they each stood right? "Yeah, I know the feeling...you make question everything..it used to be so simple"
"Yeah, isn't that what a guy does when he's serious about girl...ask her to be his girlfriend? Im not exactly skilled in the relationship department" He raised an eyebrow at her, no that would not make him happy. He just wanted to 'do right by her' but she made it so hard to figure what 'right' was. "No, I just want you to stop worrying...it'll only make things worse."
He snorted and gave her a small smile "Then stop thinking so much, there's nothing we do to change the way we were raised, I cant change what I've done. I can promise that I care for you and wanna make this work, so lets just focus on being together."
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Post by BRYONY CATE MOONBERRY on Jul 11, 2014 16:00:29 GMT -5
Bryony sighed into her hands before slipping them down her face and neck. She lingered on the tender skin darkened by love bites, just one more reminder of the previous night. Why was she fighting so hard to deny the truth? She was his. She wasn't sure when it happened or how even, but known would change nothing. She'd been a fool to think she could give in, have just a taste of what they had been holding back and then turn her back on it - on him - as if it had been nothing. It had been far from nothing though. They were far from nothing. How had she let it get this far, let this spiral so far out of control? Of all people it just had to be Preston Sherwood. The guy who was wrong in every single way and yet the only guy who was exactly right. She let her hands fall to the table, her fingers quietly tapping out her nerves in a sporadic rhythm. Her mind was overflowing with things to say to him. Snarky remarks, backhanded comments, words filled with heat - all of them just lame attempts to hide the fact she didn't know how to handle this in the slightest. But no words came. She looked to him as his final word dripped from his lips. "What?" She hadn't meant to ask but she also wasn't sure she heard him correctly. He wanted to make it work. What did that even mean? The most stubborn person she knew in life wanted to some how make something as silly as dating her work. "You...are so ridiculous." A faint smile formed on her lips and she just shook her head. "You're going to have to get used to the fact that I worry. You're supposed to worry about the people you - care about." Was she really agreeing to do this? To date him even though she had no idea how to accept what he was? She decided she could deal with it later. She'd said it herself, she was tired of fighting, fighting with him and just fighting him. "Let's make it work." She said glancing to him, she wasn't sure why it made her smile to say it. The entire morning had been so emotional it should have been a warning sign that said how bad of an idea this was, how no matter what they tried it could never work. Love had a way of turning people into fools though, and fools they were. words: 422 tag: PRESTON JANDON SHERWOODooc: what have they gotten themselves into >__>
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Post by PRESTON JANDON SHERWOOD on Jul 13, 2014 20:46:08 GMT -5
Preston literally didn't know what to say. He knew what to do, he had to choices he could just give up or he could fight for her. He always wanted to know why his uncle told him to never fall in love. He hated the way his uncle taught him to burn the bridges that lead to things he cared about, but he did without questions. He was terrified to have to be the one to teach Penny and Parker the same trick. Sitting across from was his silver bullet, his holy water and fire. Everything that could surely ruin him all wrapped up into a package that could barely pass 5'6. No many how many girls he cycled through each obsession or interest coming to a tragic end mostly for the other person, she was the ony shipwreck he would willing go down with.
It had taken one silly month, one dance, and a couple letters to help him find the one thing his uncle stole for him that night five years ago. He forgot how much humanity hurt, with his eyes opened he saw the holes and the emptiness in everything he did but it wasn't enough. He knew he was to far gone to change but his greatest mistake...his biggest crime would be keeping her. Karma would surely punish him for this one, he flipped fate the bird and stole something that was never meant to be his. Bryony was forbidden fruit personified and he watched her trail her hand over the love bites he put there last night. It brought back the feeling of knowing it was only for one night, a selfish hunger....no a need to never let her forget that night. He wanted her to look in the mirror and see the consequences of that night. If he could make them stay...he would and when they faded he would do his best to replace them with interest.
"Maybe, but im serious. I've never tried this hard before to keep someone in my life, I can't let you go even if that means I have I to compromise." He was serious, she had no idea how hard it was to allow this part of him free. He closed up his humanity...his compassion to make things easier but humanity an compassion was the only way to keep her, he could see that. Somehow he knew it wouldn't be enough, fate was cruel and she would never leave Preston alone...neither would karma.
"Im not talking about the worry about people Ony, im talking about worrying about the future and past. I worry about you also believe it or not" He smiled when she said they could try to make it work. He walked over to pick her up and spin her around. When had he ever been so happy, he should've known it wouldn't last but he decided that short time with her would be worth a life time of wondering if he could've made it work. He couldn't say he regretted asking her to stay last night, he couldn't live with himself watching her in someone else's arm wondering what could've happened if he had asked her to stay.
"Breakfast in bed or breakfast at a diner?"
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Post by BRYONY CATE MOONBERRY on Jul 17, 2014 3:11:34 GMT -5
His words tugged right at her chest. I've never tried this hard before to keep someone in my life. How easy it was to just forget for a moment everything that made this wrong, made them wrong. For just a moment all she could do was revel in how she was something different, something important to him. She wanted to hate how much she loved this. She wanted to hate him for having this power over her - how he could make her world stop with a few words. It wasn't hate at all though, not even close. It was like falling back in time to that night in October, back when it was easier to smile at him then it was to frown. She bit at her lip and tried to hide how weak his words made her, she tried to hide how she felt like glass about to be shattered. She was putting her trust, no her heart, in his hands. She wasn't expecting it when he came and picked her up. Had she ever seen him this happy? She couldn't think of a time, even before she actually knew him when he was just that beautiful slytherin boy with a wicked smirk. Was this all because of her? She slipped her arms around his neck as he spun her around and she found herself too caught up in the moment with him to think too much about it. She allowed herself to just enjoy the moment and enjoy him. Maybe it could work, may they could work. When her felt touched back to the floor she rose up on tip-toe, her hands slipping to run down his jawline before she kissed him. She didn't think about how scared she was to give herself to him, or how this could be over in the blink of an eye - she just kissed him as if there was nothing else in the world that she wanted to do more. "Then...don't ever let me go." The words slipped quietly from her lips when she finally pulled away. Knowing that he was fighting to keep her there, to hold on to her like she was actually of some worth - it stirred something. How had they let things get this far? Months ago she had been sure she was no one to him and now - now she felt as if she might be his everything. Well maybe not his everything, but selfishly she wanted to be. Her hands slipped down his chest till she felt the fabric waist of his sweats, her finger tips dipping ever so slightly in between the fabric and his skin. "No one's ever gotten me breakfast in bed before..." She looked up to him with a coy little grin on her face. words: 464 tag: PRESTON JANDON SHERWOODooc: *rolls*
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