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names:
charlotte - lottie
winnifred - winnie
leah
maisie
camilla - millie
elizabeth - lisby

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To be completely honest, Theodore was quite surprised by how different Tabitha looked with glasses covering up a big portion of her face. It wasn't that she didn't look good without them - even a blind man would find Tabitha Jones attractive - but the sight of her in the specs was causing Theo to see her in a new light. It was no secret that Theo had a thing for smart girls and even though deep down he still knew that Tabitha was the same airheaded girl she had been for the past few months, there was a part of him that began to wonder if he had judged her too harshly. Swallowing hard, Theo tore his eyes away from Tabitha as soon as she spoke and quickly turned back to his station. It was a mess, just like everything in his office, but this time there wasn't much method to it at all. Everything was scattered wherever he had left it with no sense of organization or familiarity at all. He had been too frustrated to try and keep up with where he put things, too exhausted to care about whether or not he'd be able to find it later... too defeated to want to find it again anyway. As his eyes traveled over the mes though, he found himself focusing on something other than the device for the first time since Rob's threat, which was really a breakthrough in and of itself.

"Your dog ate your contacts?" he asked suddenly, blinking a few times before he whipped his head around and stared at her in disbelief. Since when did dogs eat contacts? Could they even see them? Theo had to admit that the thought of Tabitha freaking out over her dog eating her contacts was humorous but he was still dwelling on the fact that her dog had done it in the first place. "How is that even possible?" he pressed on, trying to picture it in his mind but finding he was unable. As his mind attempted to run through the possibilities though, Tabitha spoke up once more and Theo found his curious expression morphing into a less genuine one. "What?" he inquired a little too loudly, knitting his eyebrows together and sending her his best "I don't know what you're talking about" face. "Me? Jealous of Hibbert? As if." he pushed it off, acting as if he wasn't fighting his body's urge to turn completely red from embarrassment. It wasn't that he liked Tabitha - at least not more than was appropriate for a scientist to like his assistant - he just couldn't deny the fact that those glasses of hers were really messing with his perception of her.

As Tabitha continued, Theodore found himself losing the battle as a soft flush began to creep up his neck, spreading all the way to the tips of his ears at the mere mention of Joanne liking him. "Really?" he inquired, coming off a little more eager than he had planned to. Joanne was no super model but Theo couldn't deny that ever since she began working at Rover he's had to make sure she didn't catch him staring at her when she was around. She was the epitome of everything that Theodore liked in a girl and the mere thought of her thinking of him as anything more than a person she worked closely with... well it was enough to make him a little nervous. Before Theodore could so much as ask if Tabitha was pulling his leg or not, a name fell from his assistants lips that caused him to let out a loud groan and slump back in his seat. "Chazz." Theodore growled under his breath, rolling his eyes at the mere thought of his loser older brother. It was a wonder how a man so stupid had gotten the number to the lab in the first place, especially since they didn't go around giving it out to just anyone. The fact that he was calling about a beer keg didn't really surprise Theo as much as it should have. Chazz was a dumbass and knowing him, this was his idea of a hilarious joke. Maybe he was trying to see how many annoying phone calls he had to make before Theo lost his job. Groaning again, Theo spun around in his chair to face Tabitha and pursed his lips. "If he calls again, make up some story about the government tracing his phone calls. That should deter him for at least a couple of hours." Theo offered, deciding against claiming any sort of kinship with Chazz. It was better if no one knew just how unintelligent the rest of the Pratt family really was.

With all of that said, Theodore was fairly certain Tabitha would be moving on her way, off to do things that didn't include bothering him while he was moping about possibly losing his dream job, but apparently the scrawny scientist was wrong. Before he knew it, Tabitha had leaned forward and placed her hands on his face, her smooth fingers rubbing against the tired lines drawn across his face. For a moment Theo just sat there, staring at the freckles that were scattered across Tabitha's nose and the way her eyes filled up with concern as she spoke. It took him a minute to comprehend what she had said, mostly because he was far too focused on just how pretty she looked today but when he did he quickly brushed Tabitha's hands away and sent her a glare. "I wasn't playing Star Wars!" he said rather loudly, causing a few people who were passing by his office at the time to peer in. "I was trying to make sure neither of us lost our job. You do realize that as my assistant, if I'm canned... so are you." His temper was beginning to get the better of him. No sleep plus quite a bit of attitude from Tabitha wasn't helping his situation. Add a large bout of frustration over not getting the device to work on top of that and well... it was a wonder Theo hadn't gone mad already. "I spent all night working on it. I even had it at one point, I think. But then it was like I was right back to square one." With his frustration building, Theo turned away from Tabitha before he did something he'd regret later and let out a heavy breath. "You should just go to lunch. I have work to do and I can't get it done with you bothering me."







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For the past four months, as a result of the untimely death of King Victor, the land of Azrith had been in a state of utter chaos. Without a king to lead them, the townspeople were beginning to rise up and what was once a peaceful land was slowly turning into a wasteland. The lack of a proper king had led to more uprising than Declan had seen in his entire lifetime and if rule wasn't brought back to the kingdom soon, he was certain Azrith would fall. The peasants were getting restless and criminals were beginning to pop up everywhere, taking advantage of the countries weakness. If it wasn't remedied soon, Declan shuddered to think what would happen to his beloved land. While he was in line for the crown, he was the oldest and best political minded of his siblings, there was only one thing keeping him from grabbing hold of the crown and restoring Azrith back to its original calmness. On his deathbed, King Victor had made one final decree before retiring to the afterlife stating that in order to receive the crown and with it, the land of Azrith, Declan must marry before the sun sets on his twenty eighth birthday. It sounded easy enough at the time but when the king was gone and the word got out that Declan was looking for a Queen... well, things didn't exactly turn out to be so simple. While Declan liked to think of himself as a bit of a ladies man, the attention he was receiving from the female members of his kingdom was beginning to be a bit much. Not only could he barely leave the castle but he had to bump up his security detail in the castle as a result of swarms of women storming the gates in hopes of catching his attention. It was chaos and Declan found himself convinced that not only would he never marry but as a result, his place as king would go to his undeserving uncle, Vincent.

While it had been months since the announcement of Declan's search for a bride, the womenfolk of Azrith had gotten more eager rather than the opposite. He had been convinced that with time, the interest would die out and they would get bored with chasing him around in hopes of being the woman he chose. That, however, didn't happen to be the case. Instead of growing weary of his constant rejections, they seemed to be growing more adventurous with each passing day. There wasn't a moment when a woman wasn't attempting to gain access to the castle or bombarding Declan when he attempted to leave the safety of the castle walls. It had been nearly two weeks since he had ventured outside of the capital; two weeks since he had visited his favorite spot by the river that ran through the woods just south of the palace. That was far too long for the future king of Azrith to be locked up in his castle so without so much as a word to his guards, Declan took matters into his own hands and with the simplest of disguises - a hooded cloak and a set of commoners clothing - he set out to get some much needed fresh air. The kingdom might be crumbling and the deadline for him to find a wife might be fast approaching but there was nothing more calming than the feel of a cool breeze through your hair and the smell of the dense forest after so long indoors. It was enough to make Declan wish for simpler days, when he did nothing more but wander around the forests surrounding the castle, sword in hand searching for some sort of mythical beast to destroy. Life had been simpler when his head wasn't filled with thoughts of marriage and politics. When he could just wander around as he pleased and didn't have to worry about hordes of women following him wherever he went. Unfortunately for Declan though, this happened to be one of those times he really needed to be worried about such things.

As his mind drifted towards the past and he reached a dense enough part of the woods that he could rid himself of the thick cloak he had used to escape the castle, Declan let his guard down a little too much and before he was halfway to his destination by the river, he had already been recognized. He hadn't seen her at first, the short surly woman who dropped the pot of water she had been carrying the moment she saw him, but as soon as her loud screech reached his ears he knew that he had made a mistake. There was a reason he was urged not to leave the castle, especially without any guards to take care of him. These women were ravenous creatures sent from hell to torture him and he was just foolish enough to think he could outsmart them with a bit of fabric. As soon as the woman's bout of screeching was over, Declan found himself standing at a bit of a crossroads. He could either high tail it back through the town and towards the castle and hope that no one got to him before the guards realized he was in trouble or he could venture deeper into the forest where he had a better chance of finding a place to hide until the coast was clear. To be honest, neither of his options sounded very promising but since he wasn't sure if he could make it back through the middle of town without someone recognizing him and throwing him to the wolves, he really only had one option. As the woman began darting through the trees towards him, Declan quickly started off towards the inner workings of the forest. He was a fairly fit man and had quite a bit of built up energy in him from spending so much time in the castle so outrunning the large female wasn't too difficult but as he ran, more and more women joined the woman and before he knew it, there was a full fledged horde running behind him.

It didn't take much for Declan to put quite a bit of distance between himself and the women - Azrith wasn't exactly overflowing in female marathon runners - but soon he found his breath coming in sharp pants and his pace slowing, which wasn't good at all. While most of the women had probably already given up, he was sure there were still a few that were following fairly closely on his tail... and those, they would be the overly fanatic ones. The last thing Declan wanted to do was get caught by a group of overzealous single women who wanted nothing more than to force him to marry them. So he pushed on, breathing in deeply and doing his damnedest to find some sort of place to hide. All there seemed to be were trees, the river was nowhere in sight and there certainly wasn't any structure out this far. But as he whipped his head around to see if the women were anywhere in sight, Declan felt his body smash into something and he quickly tumbled to the ground on top of it. When Declan realized he was no longer sprinting through the forest and was in fact lying on top of something fairly soft on the ground, he quickly climbed to his hands and knees and looked down to investigate. When his eyes locked onto the feminine figure under him, his entire body shook with sheer panic and he launched himself away from the woman out of fear that she might tie him up and refuse to let him go until he agreed to marry her. As soon as he was a safe distance away though, Declan began to notice the look of sheer confusion - and slight pain - in her eyes that really didn't match anything he had seen on any other woman in Azrith over the past few months. She didn't seem to want to capture him and force him to make her his queen and as soon as he realized that, Declan ran over to her and pulled her into a standing position, his eyes filled with anxiety and a bit of remorse.

"You have to help me!" he cried out in a desperate tone, falling to his knees before the woman and grabbing a hold of her strange outfit. "I'm being hunted. There's a good chance I could die if you don't help me." While many might find him to be a bit over the top with his pleas, Declan found himself well justified to be so dramatic. The women of Azrith were completely insane and Declan was sure that if given the chance, they'd fight over him so much that he'd end up nothing more than a pile of bloodstained clothing and bones. Looking up at the red haired woman, Declan did his best to paint on his most pathetic pair of puppy dog eyes but even that didn't seem to wipe off the odd look on this strangers face. "This is a matter of life or death. As we speak, agents of pure terror are tracking me to this very spot. If you refuse to assist me you'll be robbing this land of its fut-" he rambled, only to find himself cut off by a shrill voice sounding off behind him. Letting out a very unmanly whimper, Declan turned around to see through the foliage that quite a few of the women were still after him. Frantically climbing to his feet, Declan turned back to the redhead and grabbed her hand firmly. "I implore you, just tell them I went south and I'll make sure you receive compensation for your loyalty." And with that, Declan darted from her and jumped into a rather large bush before the group of women made it to the clearing.

With his eyes wide and his heart pounding a mile a minute, Declan watched as the group slowed to a stop and a fairly large woman who was dripping with sweat stepped forward and regarded the redhead with narrow eyes. "Tell us where our prince is, wench... or suffer our wrath." she threatened, stepping closer to the smaller redhead. Declan watched with bated breath as the women looked around and the redhead stood there. Hopefully he had judged right. Hopefully she'd do as he asked and he'd be able to hide out until the sun set and head back to the castle while the womenfolk slept. Then again, she could just want him for herself and be doing all of this just to get him alone. Oh dear.



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This sort of thing had never been Wyatt's cup of tea. Standing around in a room full of people he barely knew with a fake smile plastered on his features and a handful of congratulations flying his way wasn't really his idea of a good time. He never really understood the appeal of engagement parties. How on Earth did one little ring pave the way for such a pointless party? In the Dunham household, if you got engage you called up Mom, told her the good news, got invited over for supper and that was that. Apparently the Baker's were a whole different breed of human being. Instead of a small get together like he had been anticipating, the Baker household was now filled to the brim with anyone and everyone that Jenny might know. There were colleagues from her work, people her parents had introduced her to once or twice and even a few girls she hadn't seen since college, if he remembered correctly. It was ridiculous just how many people who barely knew Jenny were so willing to give her their congratulations and opinion on her soon to be husband. Wyatt hadn't gotten so many judgmental looks in his life, especially from people he had never even met before. Fortunately enough, he had the good sense to clean himself up a bit before the party. Instead of his usual tshirt and jeans, he was sporting a pair of black dress pants, a white button down shirt and a vest... per Jenny's request. Before Jenny, Wyatt had never been the type to don anything that could be considered even remotely classy. If he had it his way, his wardrobe would've stayed that way but as it was, Jenny only seemed to be happy when he was wearing her type of clothing, so wear it he did. Honestly, if wearing an outfit that made him resemble an old fashioned bellboy didn't prove he loved Jenny, he didn't know what did.

As he stood by the dining room table that was covered with any sort of finger food a man could want aside from mini sausages and pizza - Mariam refused to have that sort of food in her house - Wyatt couldn't help but pull up his shirt sleeve quickly and glance down at the blinking timer embedded in his arm. It was an old model, one of the second string of Timer's that came out and he was sure if he got it removed now, he'd be laughed at for not having the decency to upgrade. Wyatt had gotten it back in college when Timer's were still just a crazy device that no one thought worked. He hadn't gotten it for the reason most people did - he honestly hadn't cared when his soul mate would waltz into his life. He had gotten it merely as a way to meet single, desperate women who hadn't the funds to buy such an expensive piece of hardware. The Timer had paved the way for many one night stands for Wyatt and all he had to do was flash his blank Timer and mumble a few things about thinking his lay of the night could be his one true love, the one he was so desperately looking for. It was ingenious and for years it worked, until Timer's became the hottest accessory on the planet and nearly ever woman on Earth had one embedded in her arm. For some reason, women didn't seem to feel the need to date men who weren't their one anymore. The Timer took away the thrill of the chase, it took away the ability to have casual sex because every girl was just waiting around for her Timer to go off. So for awhile, Wyatt had wandered around in search of women without Timer's... though they didn't really exist once those devices took over the world.

That was all before Jenny though. Before he cleaned his act up and before he found a girl who hated Timer's about as much as he did, though their reasons differed drastically. No matter how much Wyatt despised his Timer, no matter how many times he glared at it's blank face and wondered how much it would hurt to just yank it right out, he never really had the stones to get it removed. There was always that one voice in the back of his head telling him it was a bad idea, that he'd regret it because maybe... just maybe, Jennifer really wasn't his one and the girl of his dreams hadn't gotten a timer installed yet. Looking back now, Wyatt was pretty sure he would've been better off just yanking it out himself. Sure, he'd have a nasty scar that rivaled the one that Jen covered up with bracelets and cuffs, but at least that way he'd be spared the agony of meeting his "true love" today of all days. If he had gotten it removed when he first decided that Jenny was his one, he wouldn't have to deal with his current predicament. But of course, being the curious man he was, he decided that keeping it wouldn't hurt... just in case things with Jenny didn't actually work out and now he was paying for that stupidity. Not only was his timer now working but it had already counted down, to today. He was going to meet his one true love on the night of his engagement party. How horrible was that? If he had any brains at all, he would've found some reason to stay home... but his curiosity and Jenny's anger weren't quelled so easily. So here he was, standing away from everyone else and doing his best to avoid eye contact with anyone and everyone until he was home free. Hopefully, for all of their sake's, he was able to keep it up.






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The Klingons had never been a huge fan of Jim Kirk. During the few times he had encountered them on the Enterprise's five year mission he had built up quite a reputation among their people - as he had with countless other races. Unfortunately for Jim, Klingon disputes weren't easily quelled with a bit of groveling and some culture appropriate gifts... especially not when they involved a certain Starfleet officer. Jim wasn't exactly known for his subtlety and on many occasions he found himself up a creek with no paddle, all by his own doing. Many of those occasions happened to involve quite a few large and aggressive looking Klingons that couldn't leave well enough alone. Needless to say, when it came to Klingon issues Jim Kirk was not the first person Starfleet called.

As it was, Starfleet didn't exactly have to call Kirk in for a particularly delicate situation with the Klingons.He made the call himself and in the midst of resolving issues, found himself digging his grave a little deeper with those bumpy headed bastards. It was all worth it though, from the black eye to the completely serious death threats. It wasn't like this was Jim's first time at the rodeo after all. He had dealt with much worse than a few Klingon ships terrorizing a planet. All it took was a little sweet talking from Lieutenant Uhura - she really did have a talented tongue - as well as the promise of a formal hearing regarding the matter at hand and they were on their way. As simple as the resolution seemed to be, Starfleet still requested that a few of the planets key members be escorted to headquarters for debriefing and to ensure their safety. What was usually a job for a smaller vessel now feel to the Enterprise, all thanks to Jim helping out a certain friend that had a habit of making situations seem a little more dire than they really were.






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It had been a good two weeks since Missy had laid eyes on the douche bag who had broken her heart and torn her family apart because he couldn't seem to keep his pants on and to be quite honest, she was itching to see him. While it had been months since their heated break up Missy still found the need to make his life a living hell. After all, he deserved everything she could dish out at him for the things he had put her through. He was the lowest level of scum a man could be and Missy was making it her personal goal to make sure everyone was aware of that fact, including those slutty girls he continued to date. In her eyes she was just being a good woman by warning them that the man they were dating was a complete and utter loser, although she couldn't deny any ulterior motives. It was no secret that Missy enjoyed watching Harrison suffer. Even when they were dating they somehow managed to make each other suffer. It was what they did and Missy couldn't help the sick satisfaction she got every time one of Harrison's new girls threw their drink on him and left after learning how much of a depraved human being he was. It was a little on the extreme side for her to spend her free time plotting how to ruin her ex's life, Missy knew that... but nearly three years with a person is bound to make letting go of them pretty difficult. And Missy just wasn't ready to let go yet. A part of her - deep down past the part that completely despised Harrison - didn't want to see him happy with anyone but her, didn't want him to think he could be. She wanted him to realize just how stupid he had been and the only way she could see that happening was with a little push from her. Maybe her little obsession wasn't exactly healthy but at least she was laughing herself to sleep now instead of crying.

While Missy did spend a lot of time making Harrison's life a living hell, she did have a life of her own. He wasn't the only one who was moving on and meeting new people. Okay maybe he was but Missy was still trying to appear like she didn't spend every waking moment thinking about how much she still wanted hated Harrison Valentine. As of late her cover up came in the form of a scruffy looking brunet that went by the name of Liam. He was cute and actually quite funny and if things were different Missy was sure she'd actually want him for more than just a bit of eye candy. As it was, all she really needed him for was a buffer at parties like the one she was attending tonight. He played the role of the caring boyfriend while she did her best to ruin Harrison's night. Of course, Liam wasn't exactly aware of the fact that he meant next to nothing to Missy but details like that were spared for his sake. No one liked being used and Missy wasn't about to ruin everything just because Liam thought he was actually getting somewhere with her. She needed him, needed to look like she actually had a life outside of Harrison. It wasn't like his opinion really mattered to her but she didn't want him thinking that she was still hung up on him. Not to mention having someone like Liam to fall back on when she actually did need someone to talk to was a welcome change.

Even though the entire purpose of Liam being her date to Joseph's party was to make sure Harrison knew she was completely over him now, she hadn't actually seen her boyfriend since they arrived and she shot off to find Joey. There were far too many individuals packed into Joey's loft apartment and that made finding people fairly difficult so even after saying a quick hello to Joey, Missy hadn't been able to find her scruffy date. She knew he was around and that eventually they'd bump back into each other so she wasn't terribly worried about it. After all, she didn't go to the party to hang out with Liam all night. Her objective was to annoy Harrison as best she could without being overly obvious and cause his latest fling to leave him like all of the others had. She couldn't do that with Liam hanging around so it was a good thing he was making himself scarce. As the party began to pick up, Missy found herself wondering if Harrison was even going to show up. It wasn't until she noticed Liam in the midst of the crowd that she found Harrison as well. The two seemed to be having some sort of spat and Missy found herself smiling at the way Harrison turned on his heels and headed towards the bathroom, leaving his date looking perturbed. Seeing it as her golden opportunity, Missy made her way towards the girl and before she knew it, they were dancing and gossiping in the middle of the living room. Had the girl not been just another skank that Harrison was screwing, Missy might've found herself actually enjoying her company but as it was... the girl was yet another one of Harrison's whores and Missy just didn't associate herself with loose people like that.

As the chatting took a move serious note and Missy found herself growing tired of dancing to the too-loud music blaring through the room, Missy began moving away from the speakers with Kelsey in tow. "So how long have you been dating Harry?" she called over the music, hating the way his horrid nickname sounded rolling off her tongue but knowing she couldn't call him anything else without sounding a bit odd. She had never been the type to call Harrison anything but his actual name, finding Harry to be far less suited for him than his full name. Unfortunately for her, everyone and their mother called him Harry and if she was going to seem like someone who was his friend, she'd have to call him that as well. However much she might hate it. When the blonde gave her answer, Missy painted on a confused look and leaned back against the wall. "Really? Two months? I could've sworn I saw him out with some brunette a few weeks ago." she said, pursing her lips in a quizzical manner as she watched the girl's face for a reaction. When she saw her eyebrows furrow, Missy shrugged and stood up from the wall. "Maybe it was someone else?" she pressed, watching as doubt began to creep across Kelsey's face. It didn't take long for the blonde to excuse herself and as she walked away, Missy let a triumphant smile spread across her lips before she headed off to find Liam... or to find a decent seat for the scene that was about to unfold between Harry and his pretty little skank.

Unfortunately for Missy, there didn't seem to be any sort of scene unfolding and as she mixed herself a drink from the bar on the opposite side of the apartment, Missy couldn't help the thrill that coursed through her when she noticed Harry's eyes on her. With her drink mixed and Harrison making his way towards her, Missy began walking rather slowly towards the doors leading out to Joey's balcony. Before she could make it even half the distance to the doors though, she felt someone run into her shoulder and looked over to see Harrison standing beside her with a shocked expression that even a blind man could see was fake. As he drawled out her name she felt her mind flickering back to the last time she had seen him. He had been so angry with her, blaming her for yet another failed relationship. He looked so cute when his face was scrunched up and red with frustration. She longed to see it again but for now she was going to play along with his little game. If he wanted to pretend they didn't absolutely hate each other than she would happily oblige him. The little charade didn't seem to last long though and before Missy could so much as let a greeting slip from her lips, Harrison's large hand was circled around her arm and he was hauling her off towards a more remote part of the apartment. "Uhm, what do you think you're doing? Let me go." she called suddenly, her eyes flashing with mock fear as she stumbled along beside him. It was enough to cause a few people to turn their attention towards them but not enough for anyone to feel the need to jump in and help. When he finally released her arm, she found herself pressed against one of the outer walls with Harrison hovering over her and she had to force herself not to think about how long it had been since she had been so close to him.

Forcing the blush that was threatening to spread across her cheeks away, Missy peered up at Harrison with questioning eyes and leaned back against the wall as he hovered. When his tone turned sharper and he demanded to know why she was at the party, Missy didn't have to fake the offended look that came across her face. He was acting as if she didn't have as much of a right to be at Joey's party as he did. It wasn't like Joey was any more his friend that he was hers. She deserved to be there and all be damned if she was going to let Harrison say otherwise. Before she let her emotions get the better of her though, Missy noticed the way Harrison was looking at everything but her and decided to use his awkwardness against him. "What do you mean? I was invited." she said, her voice taking on an innocent tone as she peered up at him with wide eyes. When his eyes didn't lock onto hers, Missy pursed her lips and stepped out from the wall. Moving her head so that it was in his site, Missy shot him a concerned look and laid her hand on his shoulder. "Is something wrong, Harrison?" Missy asked, dragging out his name a little longer than she needed to. "You seem a little tense." she observed as she ran her hand from his shoulder down to his chest before letting it fall to her side. For a moment she waited, staring up at him with a concerned expression until his eyes finally turned towards her. "Is it because I'm here with another guy?" Her eyes scanned the crowd around them quickly, wondering where Liam actually was. "I know it's hard but it was inevitable that this would happen eventually. You're just going to have to move on." And with that, Missy let her lips spread into her most pity-filled smile, hoping that somehow her sweet little routine had awaken the anger inside of Harrison that was reserved specifically for her.





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The first time was an accident. Too much free time, too little moisture in the already dead grass outside
her parent's home and a few too many matches just lying around. Her father had been a smoker, the type
who carried his pipe with him wherever he went and left boxes of matches scattered wherever he pleased.
If anyone was to blame for what Ester had become, it was him. He was the one who introduced her to the
flame in the first place. After that first fire, she found herself becoming a little addicted. What started out
as an accident soon became something she couldn't avoid and soon she was burning down anything from
barns to whole apartment buildings. Most recently, before she found herself being sucked into wherever it
was she happened to be now, she got a little too deep into her work and before she knew it, the house she
was desperately trying to reduce to ash began to fall apart with her inside. If it wasn't for her little trip to
Wonderland, she'd be dead by her own doing. Now she's just stuck in some weird limbo with nothing on
her but her Zippo and the charred remains of what was once a pretty nice outfit.


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Declan wasn't entirely sure how he had gotten to The Homestead in Virginia. While he could remember the drive from the city, as completely lackluster as it had been, he couldn't quite recall when or why he had agreed to come on such an expedition with such a neurotic being. Kate Finely was by far the most controlling woman he ever met and while she happened to be fairly easy on the eyes, that didn't make up for the fact that there wasn't a moment when she wasn't breathing down his throat, just waiting for him to screw up in some shape or form. Usually Declan had a very strict "no redheads" policy when it came to his clients but there had been something about the desperate look in Kate's eyes and the way she looked like she might start sobbing right there if he refused her well thought out offer. No matter how schooled Declan liked to think he was on women, no matter how many times he had manipulated their feelings to benefit him, he was just like any other man when faced with a crying woman; completely lost. So instead of deny Kate like he should've, he agreed to being her fake boyfriend and so far everything seemed to be going well. He had heard the plan a good fifteen times on the car ride to Virginia and Kate's speech was beginning to get so repetitive that he could repeat it in his sleep. They had met at restaurant, it was love at first sight and they had a picture perfect relationship. He was a businessman, working for a large insurance company in the heart of Chicago, having moved to the windy city from Manchester when he was in his mid-twenties. It wasn't much of a stretch from the truth, really. Declan was a bit of a businessman though he had never tried his hand at the insurance game. He was the sole owner of a particularly swanky restaurant in Chicago and as of the last year, he had found that he wasn't really needed unless there were checks to be signed or people to be fired. So escorting had become a bit of a hobby if you will. It wasn't that he needed the money nor was he that lonely, he just enjoyed the thrill of it all... and the women weren't half bad either.

To be quite honest, this job was going to be one of the more difficult ones he had ever pulled off. Declan wasn't much for the extended escorts. Usually it was a day or two and things were over with, maybe a long weekend if he was feeling particularly froggy but never an entire week. This was out of his norm and had Kate not been schooled in the ways of manipulation he wouldn't be stuck in Virginia at some luxury resort getting ready to go meet her family. Declan had to give the woman her dues, she knew how to get what she wanted. He still couldn't for the life of him remember how exactly she had gotten him to agree. It didn't much matter though because now he was already there, unpacked and ready for the week ahead. He hadn't actually met any of Kate's family yet though and he had a feeling that if they were anything like her, he'd be in for one hellish week. Luckily for him though, the Finley's had orchestrated some sort of hike for the family (and Declan) so it wouldn't be long before he'd be able to meet the people responsible for the manipulative redhead he was currently sharing a suite with. Before that though, he had to get a shower. The last thing he needed was to smell like complete arse in front of Kate's family. While he wasn't too worried about making a good impression on them - he practically exuded charm - he was always the type who liked to look good whether he was at a party or had just rolled out of bed. So a shower was necessary, not to mention he didn't think Kate would want to be around him if he was sweaty and smelled bad. While that would be a good enough reason not to shower, Declan climbed in anyway. Once he was done washing his short brown hair and smelled like his old spice body wash, Declan stepped out of the shower and wiped the fog that had collected on the mirror. He hadn't shaved since the previous morning and frankly, he didn't really have the time to do so now. He was a foreigner though and if he had the makings of a beard on his face, it only added to his appeal. Running his calloused fingers over his scruff, Declan looked at himself in the mirror for a moment before turning and grabbing a towel. Just as his hands caught the soft fluff, he heard a knock at the door and let a smile come across his face. It only took a few short moments before she was yelling through the door at him, that annoying voice of hers reaching unbearable levels even through the door. Wrapping the towel around his waist and grabbing another one for his hair, Declan made his way out of the bathroom and towards the door, tracking water along with him.

Upon reaching the door, Declan opened it to find a shocked Kate who didn't seem too comfortable with his current state of undress. Letting a knowing smile come across his lips, Declan leaned against the doorway and watched as her eyes traveled over his wet body."You're a little late, love," Declan practically purred, his accent causing the words to roll off his tongue with ease. "You almost got a peek at England's finest in the buff." he continued in an amused tone, his wet eyebrows arching up as he sent her a devilish smirk and ran the towel in his hands over his wet hair. He knew it would get under her skin, the crudeness with which he spoke and it only added to his pleasure in doing so. He wasn't the type of man to really care what anyone thought of him and spoke his mind more often than not... especially around women. Moving away from the door, Declan threw the extra towel on the bed and made his way over to the dresser where he had put his things, at least the ones that didn't need to be hung up which was most everything he brought. Pulling open the top drawer Declan peered inside before pulling out a pair of black boxers while Kate went on about her plan yet again. "I'm quite aware of the plan. You've repeated it a good twenty times." Declan muttered softly before he dropped his towel, ignoring the squeak from Kate behind him, and pulled on his underwear. Once they were up, Declan spun around on his heels and stepped closer to a red faced Kate. For a moment he didn't speak, just stood there watching the way she fought to keep her eyes from his new attire that really left nothing to the imagination. Honestly, Americans were so uptight but Declan really couldn't complain about the way Kate was looking at him. Red really was her color.

"You know," Declan began, closing the already minuscule gap in between the two of them. "If we're going to play these parts convincingly, we should probably practice a bit." he offered in his most convincing voice, allowing his low tone to hum from the back of his throat. Locking eyes with the redhead before him, he reached up and cupped her cheek. She looked like she was going to hyperventilate, something Declan was all too familiar seeing in women he was wooing. Running his thumb over her puffy bottom lip, Declan leaned closer until his lips were a breath away from Kate's and paused, eyes closed and breath coming out fairly evenly. "By the by, kissing costs extra." he whispered, the makings of a smirk spreading across his face as he braced himself for the inevitable. Kate wasn't going to be too happy with the fact that he was playing with her emotions.



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The stench of rotting food filled the air of the small farm house that Sam Vazquez was currently rummaging through. Had the world been right, had there not been undead around every corner, then the foul smell hanging in the air of the house might've caused quite a bit of disgust and discomfort in Sam. As it was, the stench was a welcome change to the smell of rotting flesh that she was use to. People say that when you're around a certain smell long enough, you become accustomed to it and soon enough, it doesn't effect you at all. That testament isn't exactly true for decaying bodies. Each one seems to be different, with it's own special type of gut-wrenching stench that never seems to leave clothes and hair no matter how many times they're washed. So being use to dealing with and attempting to ignore the awful smell of corpses baking in the sun, the smell lingering in the house barely even registered in Sam's mind. She was far too busy to waste her time on such things anyway. They were lucky to have found such a deserted spot and she was more than happy to use that to their advantage. It wouldn't be long before they were met with visitors though and the more time she spent scrunching her face up at the smell surrounding her, the less time she had to do the things she desperately needed to do. Like finding a bit of fuel or possibly even some canned food that hadn't gone bad already, though the chance of either were pretty slim in this day and age. Most of the gas had been sucked up already, taken by scavengers who felt it was their right to sell it at top dollar. The only gas left around now were on farms where the residents used tractors. Of course, it was still a long shot that they'd find any gas at all but it wasn't Sam's job to be the pessimist. Maddie took care of that well enough without needed any help. No, it was Sam's job to make sure they had what they needed and to get them where they needed to go. It was her job to lead them but she wasn't even sure if she knew exactly how to do that.

To be completely honest, being the one that everyone turned to whenever they had a problem was beginning to get on her nerves. Her patience was running thin and she was sick and tired of having to solve every little dilemma the group had just because she was unofficially appointed the leader. It was better than sitting back and watching Michael Doran take over, eventually getting everyone in the group killed... possibly at the same time. While the guy had balls, his tendency to charge head on into a situation without thinking it through first didn't exactly scream leadership material. The fact that he wasn't, in fact, the leader never seemed to keep Mike from putting his two cents in about every idea Sam happened to have though. No matter the situation, he always seemed to find in it himself to insult and rip apart her plans even if they just consisted of stopping by an old house so that they could all pee. He was an insufferable man but his attitude towards her didn't piss Sam off quite as much as his behavior towards her grandfather did. Not only did he treat Roy with even less respect than he did her, but he didn't even attempt to keep his dislike for the old man a secret from him. Then again, there wasn't anyone that was exempt from the scrutiny of Michael Doran. Today though, her anger towards Mike was a little more deserved than it usually was. Not only was his boisterous personality enough to set everyone on edge but he had taken it among himself to accompany Sam on any raid she decided to go on, no matter what anyone else wanted. Usually she brought Marcus with her and left Mike back at the camp with everyone else. Lately however, he didn't seem as keen to play babysitter. In a normal setting, Sam would just tell the over zealous man to get over himself and be on her way but as it was, they were in the middle of a zombie apocalypse and it was just easier to let him have what he wanted rather than arguing and alerting a horde to where their base camp happened to be.

As Sam shuffled around the deserted house, her assault rifle at the ready in front of her, she couldn't help but wonder why Humbird, Wisconsin was so desolate. Usually, even in small towns such as this, there were at least a few zombies lurking about in the structures peppered around the city. For some reason Humbird didn't seem to have any at all. Even at the motel they had set up as base camp on the outskirts of town there had only been one dead head wandering about. The lack of walking dead was putting Sam on edge more than usual and she found herself worried that maybe they were beginning to group, that she might stumble upon a large mess of them together and not be able to deal with it herself. If she died, who would take care of her grandfather? Who would lead them all to this supposed zombie-free oasis in the Rockies? Certainly Michael wouldn't be able to get them there all in one piece. He could barely manage to stay with her on raids, much like this one. If she died because Doran couldn't do something as simple as stay close to her, she was going to come back from the dead and kick his a**. As the thought ran through her mind, Sam found herself stopping short and letting her eyes become unfocused. Of course she'd come back and kick his a** - she'd be a dead head. The mere thought of coming back as one of those things made her stomach turn and as she slowly made her way out of the cleaned out house, rifle in her hands and bag of scrounged up items hanging from her shoulder, she couldn't help but be a little distracted.

Making her way down the road leading back to the motel, Sam dug her black boots down into the dusty gravel road and sent rocks flying every which way with every step she took. If she was lucky, Michael would meet her back at the motel with a container full of gasoline and they'd be able to head out by the end of the day. If she was even luckier, he wouldn't show up at all and she'd be able to convince the rest of the group that searching for him just wasn't ideal for them in the long run. Of course, Michael was one of the best shots they had and she couldn't deny that without him, a few of them would most likely be zombie chow... but she'd never admit that aloud. The last thing Michael Doran needed was a confidence boost, least of all from her. As she continued down the street, leaving a cloud of dust in her wake, Sam was so caught up in her own thoughts that she didn't notice the soft footsteps that sounded behind her until it was much too late. The moment a particularly loud crunch reached her ears and she stiffened, ready to turn around with her gun pointed at whatever was the case, there were already two strong arms encasing her and she was helpless to do anything. With a loud cry of anguish, she squirmed in hopes of getting free but the arms wrapped around her were much to strong for her petite figure to overcome. As she struggled, she heard a soft rumble of a voice sound in her ear and as soon as the feeling of sandpaper erupted against her cheek, she knew exactly who her assailant was and how undead he wasn't.

"Get the ******** off of me, Doran!" Sam yelled, almost preferring that her attacker be of the dead variety rather than the man who was currently pressed against her back. Michael had a tendency of invading Sam's personal space and he seemed to see nothing wrong in it, which only proved to further Sam's disdain for the scruffy looking man. When Michael didn't immediately let her go, Sam found herself dropping the rifle in her hands and using them to grab at Michael's arms. He was a strong man, much stronger than Sam could ever hope of being, and if he didn't want to let her go, there wasn't much that could help her.

As Michael's low voice filled her ears once more, Sam stopped wiggling around and clenched her teeth in annoyance. "Maybe if you helped me look instead of wandering off on your own, we'd actually find something," she said in a rough tone, rolling her eyes at the sheer enjoyment he seemed to be getting out of the current situation. "But you can't be bothered to think about anyone but yourself, can you?" Sam hissed, resuming her struggling only to find that it caused Michael to tighten his hold. If this didn't stop soon, she was pretty sure she'd begin to lose feeling in her arms from how tightly he was holding onto her. She was sure Michael couldn't be bothered to care though.

Seeing as her wiggling and squirming wasn't doing much aside from amusing Michael, Sam forced herself to go still and let her hands fall from their place on his arms. Without much warning, Sam suddenly swung her arm as far in front of her as it would go and pulled it back in, delivering a jab to Michael's ribs with her elbow. It didn't take a few seconds before Michael's grip loosened and Sam was able to easily pull herself from his grasp. As soon as she was free, she spun on her heels and sent the curly haired man in front of her a glare before shoving him hard enough to cause him to fall back on his rear. While he scrambled for some type of purchase, Sam bent down and quickly retrieved her gun before pointing it straight at the man on the ground before her. "You know, I could shoot you right now and no one would know the difference," she said in a threatening tone, not entirely sure if she meant what she was saying or not. While Sam liked to think she was void of those messy emotions that made this sort of living difficult, she wasn't too sure she'd ever be able to kill a man in cold blood. A zombie? Sure. They were already dead. Then again, she hardly considered Michael Doran a man at all. "If you ever touch me again, I'll make sure you get one right where you deserve it." And with that she lowered her rifle so that it was pointing at Michael's crotch and sent him a sharp look. It took everything she had not to pull the trigger. What did a man need with his junk during the apocalypse anyway?





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Christmas in the Baker household had always been a big deal. It started the moment Thanksgiving was over with and ran all the way through the new year. The holiday spirit always seemed to awaken something in Beth's already eccentric parents and she honestly couldn't remember a December spent without gingerbread cookies, latkes and more smiles than she really knew what to do with. It was always exciting for her as a kid, but as she grew older and her siblings became more and more successful while she stayed at the same low level of success she had always been, it became more of a chore than anything else. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy her family, she just didn't exactly jump at the chance of having her mother question her about what she was doing with her life. Every year it was the same. Beth, when are you going to get married? My friend Susan has a son about your age, won't you let me set you up? Why can't you be more like your sister, Beth? It was enough to drive any single thirty-something crazy and it worked on Beth without fail every year. She had gotten to the point where she found herself playing with the idea of paying someone to be her boyfriend for the week, just to shut her mother up. However, that would only cause even more questions and Beth had grown so accustomed to the ones asked now that she could drown them out fairly easily. Plus there was the fact that anyone who experienced the insanity that was the Baker family Christmas had a tendency to turn tail and run as soon as it was over with. It wasn't like she had the funds for that sort of thing anyway.




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When she had agreed to bring Tommy to Regent in order to meet her family, she really hadn't expected any of this. What she had planned for were quite a few snide remarks from Marcus, a few disapproving looks from Poppy and a boyfriend who was satisfied enough to leave her alone about the fact that she never visited her relatives... or even mentioned them really.




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Parties for the Weasley family were always a big deal, whether they were for a birthday (which there were plenty of), a holiday or just some random occurrence in between. They always went all out; decorations as far as the eye could see, the best food England had to offer and of course, a guest list that blew the world cup out of the park. Granted, most of the people who attended these parties were either of Weasley descent or happened to be very close with the family back during the war but it never bothered Victoire. She loved the fact that she was from a huge family, even if she didn't exactly fit the norm. Most of her cousins were redheaded, freckle - faced troublemaker's while she was fair skinned, had her mother's glowing blond hair and did her best to be a polite, calm young lady. There were times when she let lose though.. but they were few and far between. In a family full of hellions, it was a wonder how she turned out the way she had. She had her mother to thank for most of that though. She was the type of woman who demanded her children have proper manners and wouldn't think twice about scolding them the moment they put their elbows on the table. Victoire's father wasn't nearly as uptight. Actually, he was quite laid back and even had his ears pierced which was something Victoire's mother still refused to let her do. It baffled Victoire how her parents managed to fall in love but it wasn't her place to ponder the inner workings of the human heart.

Tonight was yet another special occasion for the Weasley family, or rather the Potter family which was still a part of the vast Weasley clan. Not only were Victoire's grandparents throwing a big party for the end of the school year but they were also celebrating that fact that one of the grandchildren (albeit an adopted one) had graduated from Hogwarts. Teddy, one of Victoire's best friends growing up, was the first in this generation to graduate from Hogwarts. Technically he wasn't a Weasley but he was welcomed into the family none the less. Harry, Victoire's famous uncle and the savior of all wizardkind, had known Teddy's parents in the war and had taken Teddy in as a child when his parents passed away in the final battle. Teddy didn't talk about it much and Victoire knew from experience that he didn't like the fact that he technically wasn't a part of the family but Victoire was a little glad of that fact. Since Teddy wasn't related to her, at least not closely, there was no guilt in seeing him as more than just another cousin. She already had plenty of those and Teddy had always been more. Even as kids they were inseparable and now that they were older, their bond was even stronger. While she couldn't exactly tell Teddy everything, he was by far the best friend she had ever had and she was sure he felt the same way. So it was only natural that Victoire was attending his graduation party, even if she wasn't too happy about the fact that he was graduating.

It wasn't envy or even the fact that she had to go through her last year of hogwarts without her best friend that got to Victoire, though she couldn't deny that they played a part in her annoyance. It was the fact that she had waited so long, that she had wasted so much time being Teddy's friend when she wanted to be more. It was no secret that Victoire had a huge crush on Teddy, at least not to her mother and quite a few of Victoire's friends. But even though she was quite open about her affections for Teddy, he still didn't seem to catch on. Granted, she had yet to come out and say she liked him but that just wasn't something she was use to. While she was a beautiful, confident girl she never had to come out and admit her attraction to guys. When she liked someone, they knew.. simple as that. But apparently it wasn't that simple when it came to Teddy because he was still oblivious. Or he knew and he just didn't care. Victoire couldn't bring herself to think that way though. Teddy had to like her. Why else would he spend so much time around her and blush whenever she decided to sit in his lap instead of beside him like a normal friend would do? Even her mother saw it and they were rarely ever around her parents when Victoire made any sort of move. Then again she was never the type of girl to really throw herself at a guy without knowing full well he wanted her. She might be bold but when it came to that sort of thing, she tried to make sure she wasn't going to be shot down beforehand. But really, what hot blooded man could resist a Veela? Even if she was only an eighth?

"Victoire, do come 'ere. It iz too hot to be standzing outzide. You do not vant your hair to frizz, do you?" The cool, almost song like voice of her mother brought Victoire out of the trance like state she hadn't known she was in. She had no idea how long she had been outside of the Potter's house. Had no idea just how long she had been staring across the empty street thinking about what she was going to say to Teddy or what she was going to do. She had barely even made her way inside before she disappeared onto the front steps of the house in hopes of escaping the madness inside, hoping the quiet would help get her thoughts together. She hadn't had much luck but at least she was calmer than before, less frustrated with Teddy and with herself. She hated that everyone was so happy for him when she was completely miserable. She hated the fact that she had to paint on a happy face just so that he'd have a good night. She wanted him to know she was unhappy, that she didn't want to spend her last year at Hogwarts alone and without him. He wouldn't understand though; he never understood. He'd just tell her there was nothing they could do about it and that he'd write, maybe even visit. He'd say the same things he said the last time she brought it up and the time before that. He wouldn't know that she was scared of facing the year without him. Scared that he might forget about her and find someone else who was more worthy of his time. He wouldn't know that because she never admitted it, at least not out loud. Victoire wasn't the type of girl who thought about things like that. She was strong and confident and she didn't need Teddy to have a great year, although it sure did help.

With a nod directed at her mother, Victoire ran a hand through her loose flowing hair and stood up. She brushed the back of her white dress off with her hand and checked to make sure it wasn't ruined. When she was satisfied, she took in a deep breath and opened the door to the house only to be bombarded with noise the moment it opened. Painting on her usual smile, she stepped back inside the house and checked herself in the mirror before proceeding back into the chaos that was Teddy's graduation party. There were far more people crowding the spacious house than Victoire was use to, but she blamed that on the fact that the invitation had been extended to members that weren't a part of the usual crowd. There were plenty of people from school that Vicky knew, some of which she hung out with on a regular basis. Most were Teddy's friends though, here to celebrate with him or just congratuate him. Even though the party was being thrown for Teddy, Victoire had yet to see the bright haired boy, though it was more her fault than his. It was odd how she couldn't pick him out in the crowd. Usually he was the first person she saw thanks to his wacky hair color but the decorations in the room were throwing her off, so it took a minute to locate him. The moment she found him, she couldn't help the smile that came across her face. No matter how miserable she knew she was going to be without him the upcoming year and how much she wanted to beat the snot out of him for it, she couldn't help but feel a twang of happiness rush through her at the sight of him. He looked ecstatic, like nothing in the world could bring him down. He was wearing that smile he got whenever he found out something particularly exciting and Victoire couldn't bring herself to get him off of that high. So instead of walking up to him and pulling him aside, instead of having that talk she wanted to have with him, she turned away from him and headed into the kitchen to get herself some punch. Maybe if she was lucky she'd be able to find Uncle Harry's secret stash of firewhiskey.

As she filled up her drink and let her bright blue eyes wander around the kitchen, Victoire heard the calm voice of her mother once more, stating that Teddy was looking for her. Great. Now she had no reason not to talk with him. Not only would it be difficult to keep a smile on her face and congratulate him, but she'd have to fight the urge to pull him back to his room for a more private chat. She didn't want to ruin his night - really, she didn't - but she wasn't sure how long she could pretend she was happy for him. Victoire wasn't exactly good at covering up her emotions, least of all around Teddy. He almost always saw through her bullshit but she hoped that this once, he bought it. Maybe he'd be too distracted by the party to notice. With a gulp of her punch, Victoire made her way back out into the main room and instantly found Teddy, who was surrounded by a few of his classmates. She made her way through the crowd, stopping to say hello to a few friends she hadn't greeted on her way in. She was glad for the distraction but before she knew it, she was standing before Teddy downing the rest of her punch and hoping he just wanted to give her a hug and shove her off. "Having fun, Teddy Bear?" she asked when Teddy's eyes finally met hers, letting a wild grin spread across her face at the instantaneous reaction her little nickname bred. He had never been a fan of the name, calling it childish and embarrassing... but that had never been enough to deter her. Before Teddy could say anything though, Victoire quickly leaned forward and wrapped her arms around the taller boy, pulling him into a tight embrace. For the smallest of moments, it was as if they weren't surrounded by everyone they knew. For the briefest of seconds, it was as if the world was right and Teddy was hers. Then a booming voice that could only belong to a Weasley sounded behind her, calling Teddy's name, and Victoire quickly pulled herself from the boy in her arms and flashed a weak smile. "Looks like you're quite the busy bloke," she observed, looking over her shoulder at her cousin Fred who was waving Teddy over. With a sigh, she returned her gaze to the pink haired male before her. "Are you sure you have time to waste talking to little ole me?" Victoire teased, letting another grin spread across her stunning features. Honestly, she wasn't too torn up about the fact that everyone seemed to want to speak with Teddy. All that meant was that she wouldn't have the opportunity to act like a sad little girl and complain about his leaving again. She was sure he was tired of hearing about it.




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As Clara stood there, rhythmically squeezing the strange man's bicep, she couldn't help but allow her eyes to run down his well built body. He was sweaty and warm from sparring with whomever it was he was with - she couldn't be bothered to look over - and the way his chest heaved ever so slightly caused quite the delicious display of muscles tightening through his drenched shirt. Clara found herself wishing that he would just take it off already so that this dream could get a little more interesting and when it didn't happen instantaneously, she felt a frown spread over her lips. This was a very odd dream, much unlike the ones she was use to. For one thing she had a tendency to be able to control her dreams and this one seemed to be moving on its own set path. No matter how bad she wanted, there wasn't so much as a flicker of change around her. As odd as she found that, Clara didn't dwell on it for very long because the man before her had turned to stare at her and she suddenly found herself unable to develop any sort of coherent thoughts other than: want, need, and please.

He was gorgeous, there was no doubt about that; from his perfectly messy hair to the almost unnoticeable amount of stubble on his cheeks all the way down to his perfectly chiseled calves - Clara had always had a thing for overly fit men. As fit and attractive as he was though, Clara couldn't seem to shake the feeling that somehow she knew him. Those deep brown eyes and that wide smile triggered a feeling of intense familiarity in her but she couldn't seem to remember where she recognized him from. It wasn't until he opened his mouth and the deep rumble of his voice sounded that Clara found herself remembering. With a sharp gasp, Clara started suddenly and her eyes grew wide as she stared up at him in awe. He was the man of her dreams, quite literally. Ever since she could remember, she had been dreaming about a strange place much like the one she was in now... but with more castle-like environments and less underground resistances. The gorgeous man before her just so happened to be the main attraction in each and every dream. She was surprised that she didn't remember right away but it had been a good three or four years since she had dreamt of him or this place. It made sense now though, it all made sense. Her life was so bland and purposeless on the outside that her mind was making up for it in her dreams.

Clara couldn't be bothered to pay attention as the man in front of her spoke. All she could do was nod and hum while her mind flowed through the memories of her reoccurring dreams like they had occurred yesterday. It always started out the same, much in the way Clara's current dream had started and it almost always ended the moment Clara moved to kiss the buff man of whom she was still grasping tight. As much as she didn't want this dream to end, as much as she wanted to stay in this odd place with him until she couldn't anymore, the urge to lean up and press her lips to his... to take the chance and see if this time was the one time she didn't wake up before it happened, well it was almost too much to bear. Clara moved to stand a little closer to the man, her hand running up his arm and onto the side of his face before she flashed him a pleased smile. He seemed confused and she couldn't quite remember if this was his usual reaction or not. It didn't much matter though, because before he could so much as say another word, Clara was standing on her tiptoes and pulling his face down to meet hers all in one motion.

As soon as his lips met hers, Clara braced herself for the sudden jolt that waking up mid-dream always gave her. When it didn't come though, Clara pulled back slightly and regarded the swordsman with a quizzical look. "Why am I not waking up?" she asked, tilting her head to the side before a thought clouded her mind. Why do I care? And with that, she leaned back in to capture his lips on hers once more. She had never gotten this far before, had never felt the surreal sensation of his lips on hers. It was amazing but before long, as her kiss grew more desperate and her arms wound around his neck tightly, she felt his hands begin to push her from him. As she pulled away and looked up at him, her disappointment was evident on her features. "Listen, this is my dream and if I want to make out with a gorgeous figment of my imagination... I'm going to do it." she said matter of factly before bobbing back towards him, only to be thwarted once again. This wasn't how it was suppose to happen. This was her dream and she was sure that even subconsciously, she wanted the man who was currently beyond her reach. So why then, was she unable to get him?






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• mario
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