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I'm no hero, you remember how I was, you know
All I ever did was worry, feeling out of control
To the point where everything was going end over end
I'm spinning around in circles again
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Sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ Yᴇᴀʀ || Rᴀᴠᴇɴᴄʟᴀᴡ || Rᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇ Sᴇᴇᴋᴇʀ
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Rhys was watching Ciaran carefully, knowing that the shoe was about to drop. It always happened like that. When Siobhan moved out, when Kenny ran away and then left for good, and now this, whatever it was they were hiding was going to be exposed. And it was, as soon as Ciaran uttered the words, "there was nothin' you coulda done to stop this." "None of it was your faul'." He heard the words, but the white-haired preteen was suddenly wondering what he did wrong, and the last clue filtered into place as soon as his da said Aedan. Rhys stared, hearing the words but not wanting to. His hands were still, having forgotten for a moment that they knew how to voice his thoughts. However, that didn't prevent Rhys from hearing all of it, and the mute boy stared long and hard at Ciaran, then at Kenny, who was biting his own lip and looking guilty. He knew, Kenny knew what had happened, and never said anything. He'd changed his name during the last bit of the school year, and he knew that their family was suddenly a wreck. His eyes trailed from one adult to the other, his jaw hanging open as he stared and tried to figure everything out.
"No." His voice was barely a whisper, but suddenly gained strength as he finally found it again. "You're lying. Dad wouldn't... He said we were a family. He promised he would fix it. He said that we were a family, and he wanted to make it work. You're lying!" It cracked, and Rhys was feeling something break inside, the small part of him that had hoped that he could keep everything hidden, everything silent, just to keep a family together. He'd never said how he felt, never could, because to voice any of it would break up his family. And yet here it was, and the boy's voice, long disused, was having issues with pitch as he was trying to vocalize what he was feeling. Heck, he didn't even know what he was feeling. "I didn't say anything, I should have. I didn't want to hurt anyone. But you're lying! Why? Why did you? Everything was fine! I was trying to fix it! Dad wouldn't have left without saying anything! You're lying!"
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Location: Edgeworth Estate
Thinking: Why are we here?
OOC:     
This is where you come in
All of this to explain to you why
I had to separate myself away from yesterday's life
Please remember this isn't how I hoped it would be
But I had to protect you from me
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2015 11:35 pm
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I'll be your light, your match, your burning sun,
I'll be the bright, in black that's makin' you run.
And we'll feel alright, and we'll feel alright,
'Cause we'll work it out, yeah, we'll work it out.
▷Former Hufflepuff▷Muggleborn▷Single▷Sticky Wicket Owner and Chef
→Ciaran waited slightly impatient for whatever reaction he might receive from his young son having seen how rigid he had become during his talk. As much as he slightly hoped for an outburst (it would just help in the long run) he was still surprised at the vocal response he had gotten and hated that the time he decided to open up it would be filled with such hurt. Hearing the hope filling his child's words regarding his second adoptive father, he was sure that if he did a polygraph right then and there and said that he hated Aedan Lowery, it would come out positive. How could he practically spit in these bairns faces like this?! He slipped from his seat onto his knees before Rhys grabbing both hands in his own and pulling him close for hug while new tears tried to fall. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry t'at you fel' like you had to fix this w'en it wasn' even your mess to begin wit'. An' I'm so so sorry t'at I'm not tellin' the truth. I wish I wasn', but...but t'ere's nothin' we can do about it. We-we jus' gotta move on an' be our own family w-wit'out 'im. " he told the boy quietly holding him tightly.
Caty, for the most part, was barely holding it together herself having slapped both hands over her mouth in fear of her cries being heard by the others. She had had a similar reaction to Rhys, not believing that their dad would just give them up without even saying anything. Without even a proper goodbye! But she had been at the ministry that day and watched the time tick away when he was supposed to show up before a notice came bearing papers that he had signed away his parental rights. She hadn't known what that even meant until he overheard her Da sobbing to Antin Siobhan about it. She hadn't known Rhys had even felt this strongly about it! It must've been that stupid book! He thought that when He gave it to him it meant all would be well and that life would go back to normal. She can't really be too derisive since she assumed the same thing. But at least she wasn't still clinging to it!←
I got my mind made up, man, I can't let go.
I'm killing every second 'til it saves my soul.
(Ooh) I'll be running, (Ooh) I'll be running,
'Til the love runs out, 'til the love runs out. |
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2015 6:56 am
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I'm no hero, you remember how I was, you know
All I ever did was worry, feeling out of control
To the point where everything was going end over end
I'm spinning around in circles again
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Sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ Yᴇᴀʀ || Rᴀᴠᴇɴᴄʟᴀᴡ || Rᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇ Sᴇᴇᴋᴇʀ
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Rhys stiffened as he felt Ciaran wrap his arms around him, and it registered that the man was hugging him, and all Rhys could think was that no, this wasn't right. He'd failed. He hadn't kept his family together like he'd hoped. There had been something wrong with him, with all of them. He should have spoken up sooner, should have done something other than go silent. "Don't touch me." The request was soft, and he could see Kenny looking at him with his mouth agape, trying to figure out what was going on. Rhys ignored him, and instead started shoving at Ciaran, trying to get the older man to let him go. "Don't touch me. Let me go. I don't want you touching me!"
"Rhys!" Rhys looked over to where Kenny was sitting, and a sudden anger overwhelmed him. It was his fault! He was the one that left, that caused Aedan to retreat into whatever shell he had and leave. Rhys had tried, had stayed silent because he didn't want to shatter his family, but Kenny had left completely. "Da didn't do anything. You know that. Don't-."
"Don't what? You left! You didn't care! You could have done something too! You didn't even try!" Rhys wrenched himself out of Ciaran's grip, his eyes wide as he looked from his older brother to his father. They then narrowed and Rhys found himself grabbing the nearest thing next to him and throwing it at Kenny. The figurine shattered as Kenny instinctively dodged, and Rhys picked up a vase to throw as well. There was something inside that was screaming, a yawning pit that just felt so gaping and wide that he couldn't feel the edges and swore he was drowning in. Screaming helped, and he felt a perverse sort of pleasure as he watched Kenny dodge the vase that Rhys had lobbed at him. He then turned and picked up another item - a book this time - and threw it at Ciaran. "This is all your fault! Don't touch me! Get away! You're lying, you all are!"
He went to grab something else from the table beside him and found it empty. He then glared, daring anyone to get near him. He turned then, running as fast as he could to somewhere he could hide. It wasn't fair! He bit his tongue, he hadn't said anything hurtful or done anything that would have driven his dad away. Kenny had left, and Ciaran had done something. He didn't know what, but he knew he had. Ciaran was just as guilty as Kenny was. Maybe even aunt Siobhan too! And Wesley! Everyone was probably guilty, and the pit grew deeper. He was probably just as guilty, perhaps more so, as he could see what was going to happen, had known before he left for school, and had done nothing. Why couldn't he have done something?
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Location: Edgeworth Estate
Thinking: Why are we here?
OOC:
This is where you come in
All of this to explain to you why
I had to separate myself away from yesterday's life
Please remember this isn't how I hoped it would be
But I had to protect you from me
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2015 4:37 pm
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I'll be your light, your match, your burning sun,
I'll be the bright, in black that's makin' you run.
And we'll feel alright, and we'll feel alright,
'Cause we'll work it out, yeah, we'll work it out.
▷Former Hufflepuff▷Muggleborn▷Single▷Sticky Wicket Owner and Chef
→Ciaran fell back away from Rhys, from shock or from the force of the shove he didn't know but it hurt all the same. He tried to call out his name but Kenny beat him to the punch saying that he hadn't done anything before ths white haired boy exploded again placing the blame on his brother as well saying that he could've done something but had left instead. He wanted to jump to his eldest's defense but he was still stuck on what the teen had said; he hadn't done anything and he was right. When Aedan slunk deeper and deeper into his isolation he hadn't persisted in trying to pull him out. He'd tried, God knows he did, the first few months but then the unresponsive consistency he received finally broke him so that he figured that when he was ready that his husband would come back to him and to their family. Seeing how explosive Rhys was acting, he could see that this was the exact wrong thing to do. Ciaran snapped back from his inner guilt to the sound of something shattering and saw Rhys grab a vase to throw at his brother. "Rhys, stop! Stop!" he shouted at him although it was too late and watched as the vase shattered the same way as the figurine. He barely managed to move when the pre-teen put his sights on him and threw a book in his direction but he still managed to get a scrape on the side of his face. Not enough to draw blood but enough to sting both physically and emotionally. "Rhys! Wait! Don' go!" he yelled and ran after the boy even though it was too late. Another son had run out on him. Because he had tried and failed to do what was right at the time. Before he even realized it he was back down on his knees this time sobbing into his hands.
Caty had ran from her hiding spot the moment the first figurine shattered not liking how things were turning out. It was a cowards move she knew, not staying and helping her brothers and dad but she didn't want him angry at her too as selfish as that may sound. She could still hear his shouts though from the the door of the first bedroom she had taken refuge in and curled herself over the tops of her knees into a small ball and placed her hands over her ears to try and drown out everything. Rhys yelling. Kenny yelling. Da yelling. Da crying. Yelling or crying. Yelling and crying. Why was that the only thing she's been hearing?! It wasn't fair! None of this was any fair! In fit of rage similar to her brother she grabbed the first thing she could and smashed it into the floor like one of those cartoon hammers before she heard a crack and looked down to see the thing she had been smacking into the floor had been an old hand mirror. Seeing the jagged cracks formed in it and the deformed mirror image of herself she felt hollow of the anger that had gripped her just seconds before. She noticed a piece was missing and found it beside her foot but when she went to grab it the piece pricked her finger causing her to gasp and pull back quickly and see a droplet of blood form. Caty just stared at the blood for a few seconds watching the slow small bubble form from the slight puncture and felt something. Or rather, she didn't feel something. The hollowness was still there, the sadness but...but at the same time it wasn't. She went to grab the piece again, gingerly this time, and picked it up holding it like one would a pen before looking at her opposite hand with curiosity. Could it be...? ←
I got my mind made up, man, I can't let go.
I'm killing every second 'til it saves my soul.
(Ooh) I'll be running, (Ooh) I'll be running,
'Til the love runs out, 'til the love runs out. |
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2015 7:12 pm
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I know we got it good, but they got it made,
And their grass is getting greener each day,
I know things are looking up, but soon they'll take us down,
Before anybody's knowing our name
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Sʟʏᴛʜᴇʀɪɴ Aʟᴜᴍɴɪ || Aʀᴛɪsᴛ || Mᴜɢɢʟᴇʙᴏʀɴ
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Kenny stood there, stunned as he watched his baby brother run out of the room. Rhys's words had struck true more than Kenny wanted to admit. He had run, he'd watched the events of the last several years go by and he couldn't stay. Not in the same house as Aedan. So he dodged the things thrown at him, all the while thankful that Rhys hadn't taken wandless magic and wouldn't for another year. He thunked back against the wall, hearing glass crunch under his feet and he looked down to see the vase and figurine Rhys had thrown in his rage. He took a deep, steadying breath as he slid down the wall, and then absentmindedly whispered a reparo to fix the vase and figurine. He wished he could do the same for his father or brother, though. There probably wasn't enough time turners in the world to repair what had been broken. He didn't even think it'd be possible, and a lot of him blamed Aedan. Funny, he hadn't thought of Aedan as his father for a good long while, and now looking at Rhys, he should have thought something along a familial bond. Instead, there was simply indifference where his feelings for his other adopted father was concerned.
Kenny looked over to where Ciaran was sitting, and clumsily stood to make his way over. He bit his lip before crouching next to his da. He patted him on the back, feeling just as useless giving his brother the support Rhys needed as he did with comforting him. Was Rhys right, though? Had he just given up? He hadn't wanted to watch his family being torn apart, and now he couldn't say he tried. He'd hoped that when he left, Aedan would realize something was wrong. That never happened, and now they were dealing with the mess Aedan's absence had caused. "Da, I know it's not going to sound like much, but you did everything you could. You can't blame yourself for what Aedan did, or what Rhys is feeling. We just need to give Rhys time." The words sounded hollow to his own ears, but he hoped that they were true. Rhys was going to come around, eventually. Right?
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Thinking: Merlin, what just happened?
Taken By: Persephone Tempest
OOC:
[x]    
Do you think I'm special? Do you think I'm nice?
Am I bright enough to shine in your spaces?
Between the noise you hear, and the sounds you like
Are we just sinking in an ocean of faces?
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Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2016 11:02 pm
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I woke up, it was 7
I waited 'til 11
Just to figure out that no one would call.
I think I've got a lot of friends but I don't hear from them
What's another night all alone?
When you're spending everyday on your own.
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Tʜɪʀᴅ Yᴇᴀʀ || Rᴀᴠᴇɴᴄʟᴀᴡ || Sᴇᴇᴋᴇʀ
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Rhys sat in his bed, reading. Oh, he was grounded. There was no way he was going to get away with his actions over the last school year without that happening. Not that he could really blame his da for that. Okay, so yes, it took going to his head of house (or rather, dragged there by one of the older students) and everyone trying to piece together what was wrong. And now he had to see a psychologist for his issues. But still. He could at least look in the mirror again without wanting to put his fist through it. That was an improvement, right? Sure, he still signed more often than not, and preferred his solitude to other people, but that was just him. Him and his raging social anxiety issues. He sighed, bringing his fingers to his face to pinch the bridge of his nose. He knew part of the reason why he'd even acted out to begin with, and had proceeded to give to Siobhan the very book that his da-Aedan had given to him. He couldn't look at it, not even into the entries he'd made. It still hurt too much, and while he wasn't completely raging about it, he still wanted to throw something the moment that his name came up.
Sighing, he decided to ignore the small part of him that was still apparently hurt and looked over the notebook he'd had open. It was potions, and while he hadn't been able to leave his room much (read at all save for meals or trips to the loo or worse, trips to his psychologist) he'd decided to try and catch up on all the studying he'd neglected over the school year. It was both surprisingly easy, and exceedingly frustrating, since he'd had to piece together what he'd missed from what notes Gid had been able to give him, which while it wasn't much, was still better than nothing. He was loathe to ask any one else in his year about notes save for Savannah, and he hadn't had a chance to owl her about hers yet. Though, knowing her, she'd decide to send them in the form of a riddle and challenge him to solve it. A slight chuckle escaped him as he considered what kind of riddle Savannah might come up with for Mandrakes and shook his head, instead peering down at his notes again. Well if nothing else, he had plenty of his own notes to do his summer assignments. After all, he'd barely passed his classes by the skin of his teeth because of them last year.
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Location: His Room
Thinking: Ugh, I wish I had actually gone to class instead...
OOC:
And maybe when the night is dead,
I'll crawl into my bed
I'm staring at these 4 walls again.
I'll try to think about the last time
I had a good time
Everyone's got somewhere to go
And they're gonna leave me here on my own.
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Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2016 11:47 pm
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She just wants to be, beautiful
She goes, unnoticed she knows, no limits
She craves, attention she praises, an image
She prays to be, sculpted by the sculptor
Oh, she don't see, the light that's shining 
αɢє 12 | αםvєитυяєя | sℓчтнєяιи sєcσиם чєαя
☆º°”˜`”°º☆ ★º°”˜`”°º★
ﻬஐ Caty hadn't been doing much since returning to the manor for summer hols. Of course she had sent owls to both Balder and Bastian alerting them to her return and wondering the soonest date they could all meet up because she missed them both way too much. She loved her new friends from school even if a few didn't particularly grasp the sentiment yet like a certain blonde cockney'd fellow, but there was something special about the two of them. They were her first lost boys, her inner circle so to speak, time apart wouldn't change that! She was bored now having sent and responded to a few letters and was wandering up and down the hallways looking for something to do. One or two portraits had stopped her for a chat and she hadn't had too many reservations about giving in since she remembered her Aintin saying Uncle Wesley had gotten rid of the all the racist family member's portraits so the family wouldn't have to deal with them. She had wanted to start back into baking with her Da in his shop again but he had been adamant that she finish her summer homework before she could go anywhere fun. She had pouted as expected but seeing that he wasn't going to actually budge on the matter she merely sighed and did as she was told. Now she was heading back from the large library, not Hogwarts large but still pretty big, with some extra books for her Transfiguration essay when she tripped (probably over air) and her books and parchment went flying and hitting against a closed door she recognized as her brother Rhys'. Great. As if she didn't give him enough reasons to be annoyed with her, now he was going to think she was bombarding him about her homework. She tried to make quick work of gathering everything which of course just made the mess even bigger.ஐﻬ
Deeper than the eyes can find it
Maybe we have made her blind
So she tries to cover up her pain, and cuddle woes away
Cause covergirls don't cry, after their face is made |
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Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2016 12:08 am
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I woke up, it was 7
I waited 'til 11
Just to figure out that no one would call.
I think I've got a lot of friends but I don't hear from them
What's another night all alone?
When you're spending everyday on your own.
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Tʜɪʀᴅ Yᴇᴀʀ || Rᴀᴠᴇɴᴄʟᴀᴡ || Sᴇᴇᴋᴇʀ
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Rhys had been staring at one portion of his notes, thinking that he'd never be able to actually read them if his mind kept wandering, when he heard a crash outside his door. He froze, eyes going slightly wide as he tried to figure out just what happened. Which resulted in him warring with himself about actually going over and opening the door. It could be Tessa, he reasoned, since the dog had been let out of his room a while ago to go take a walk and he hadn't seen her in... Rhys looked at his clock, frowning. Yeah, two hours. He got up from his bed and crossed over to open the door. When he did, he stared in shock at the sight of Caty seemingly trying to gather up her books as fast as possible and... What? Run? He then recalled the last time he had really spoken to her and winced. Honestly, he would have run too. The white-haired teen shoved aside the sudden hurt and bent down quietly to help Caty, hoping that she didn't take his silence as some sort of annoyance or something. He'd gotten damn lucky with Gid and Vannah, he wasn't going to assume that the rest of the school was going to forgive him for his actions over the last year. He was already thinking that Caty hated him for his harsh words all those months ago.
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Location: His Room
Thinking: Ugh, I wish I had actually gone to class instead...
OOC:
And maybe when the night is dead,
I'll crawl into my bed
I'm staring at these 4 walls again.
I'll try to think about the last time
I had a good time
Everyone's got somewhere to go
And they're gonna leave me here on my own.
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Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2016 12:33 am
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She just wants to be, beautiful
She goes, unnoticed she knows, no limits
She craves, attention she praises, an image
She prays to be, sculpted by the sculptor
Oh, she don't see, the light that's shining
αɢє 12 | αםvєитυяєя | sℓчтнєяιи sєcσиם чєαя
☆º°”˜`”°º☆ ★º°”˜`”°º★
ﻬஐ Caty winced as the door opened and Rhys stepped out looking at her in confusion, of course he would be. She'd been avoiding him since the incident at the Ravenclaw table assuming he wouldn't want to be bothered with her. When he actually crouched to help her pick up her stuff she was momentarily stunned before returning to her task and actually managing to gather her items. "I'm sorry! I wasn't trying to bother you, I just tripped and the books were scattered and...and I'll just go back to the library. I'm sorry." she finished rather lamely and quietly. His words still rung in her ears occasionally about how he didn't need her checking up on him and to just leave him alone and if that made him happy enough to not leave forever than she could do that. It stung but she could do it; the slowly deepening scars on her legs were the proof of that. When she realized that some of her stuff was in her brother's arms she wondered if it would be rude to just take them and run. Probably, so she just hesitantly held out her hand for the others. "Could I have my stuff back please? And then I won't bother you anymore." she asked meekly. ஐﻬ
Deeper than the eyes can find it
Maybe we have made her blind
So she tries to cover up her pain, and cuddle woes away
Cause covergirls don't cry, after their face is made |
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Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2016 9:48 pm
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I woke up, it was 7
I waited 'til 11
Just to figure out that no one would call.
I think I've got a lot of friends but I don't hear from them
What's another night all alone?
When you're spending everyday on your own.
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Tʜɪʀᴅ Yᴇᴀʀ || Rᴀᴠᴇɴᴄʟᴀᴡ || Sᴇᴇᴋᴇʀ
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Rhys froze when suddenly Caty started apologizing for bothering him, and stared at her for a long moment before he realized that she was running. From him. He bit his lip, suddenly realizing that his arms were full and he couldn't sign. He didn't want her to run from him. He wasn't the monster he tried to be last year. However, he probably destroyed whatever relationship he might have had with his younger sister and hated himself for it. If he could, he would just disappear, but it wouldn't solve the fact that his sister was scared of him and that he hurt her. He closed his eyes, feeling like he was going to be sick for a moment. He was just one giant screw up, wasn't he? "I'm... I'msorryIwassostupidandI..." He stopped, his brain freezing for a moment and trying to think of a way to really apologize but was coming up short. He couldn't do this. He jerked his arms forward, handing the items he was holding back to Caty while fighting the urge to cry. Again. He blinked back tears and bit his lip, deciding to retreat back into his room before he hurt Caty again.
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Location: His Room
Thinking: Ugh, I wish I had actually gone to class instead...
OOC:
And maybe when the night is dead,
I'll crawl into my bed
I'm staring at these 4 walls again.
I'll try to think about the last time
I had a good time
Everyone's got somewhere to go
And they're gonna leave me here on my own.
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Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2016 11:11 pm
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She just wants to be, beautiful
She goes, unnoticed she knows, no limits
She craves, attention she praises, an image
She prays to be, sculpted by the sculptor
Oh, she don't see, the light that's shining
αɢє 12 | αםvєитυяєя | sℓчтнєяιи sєcσиם чєαя
☆º°”˜`”°º☆ ★º°”˜`”°º★
ﻬஐ Caty waited for Rhys to hand over her things so she could get going but he was just standing there. Surely he wouldn't be so mean to her as to help her pick up her schoolwork and then not give it back to her? He had been a jerk to her in school but surely that didn't extend to that length. He looked like he was contemplating something, what she didn't know but whatever it was must've been painful since he looked so sad. Her eyes widened marginally when he actually spoke to her again and instead of shouting he flew threw a blurb of words. It took her a few seconds to realize that "sorry" and "stupid" had been two of them and sort of filled in the rest. He was trying to apologize? Then why did he look like he was about to cry?! When he held out her things he looked like he was going to flee from her and she couldn't have that, not until things were right between them. She missed her big brother. So she put her stuff down that she had in her arms already and then took the ones in Rhys' hands and before he could retreat back into his bedroom she flew into his arms clinging to his middle like she used to when they were younger. "Even though you were a real...real mean jerk to me, I still love you. I never stopped really. So I forgive you, but you can't ever push me away like that again. I thought...I thought you really hated me." She spoke quietly and her words were slightly muffled because she had pressed herself so close to him and when she spoke her fear tiny tears gathered in her eyes and she couldn't stop them from falling. The worst part about it was that he would probably be right in hating her; he hadn't been there to stop anything, she had. She should've stopped it and yet she didn't, couldn't and now she had to do everything in her power to not have anyone else leave her. But Rhys nearly did and it killed her to think she had lost her big brother. ஐﻬ
Deeper than the eyes can find it
Maybe we have made her blind
So she tries to cover up her pain, and cuddle woes away
Cause covergirls don't cry, after their face is made |
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2016 12:14 am
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I woke up, it was 7
I waited 'til 11
Just to figure out that no one would call.
I think I've got a lot of friends but I don't hear from them
What's another night all alone?
When you're spending everyday on your own.
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Tʜɪʀᴅ Yᴇᴀʀ || Rᴀᴠᴇɴᴄʟᴀᴡ || Sᴇᴇᴋᴇʀ
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Rhys froze again when she grabbed his hand, and before he had a chance to escape, she had him around the middle and was talking. She forgave him? Why? He always seemed to mess everything up, and couldn't even say two sentences without freezing and freaking and had screamed at her when he'd been too screwed up to realize he was screaming at the wrong person. He swallowed, his arms hesitating a bit before he awkwardly wrapped them around Caty, thinking that he wasn't going to do what Aedan did. He wasn't going to try and make up for his mistakes and then disappear. Or at least claim to like Aedan had with their family. Tears were trickling down his face, but he ignored them as he tried to speak again. Damn throat didn't want to speak, or maybe his mouth didn't want to, so what came out was mumbled slightly. "'M stupid. I didn' think an' it was stupid an' 'm pretty sure that th' school hates me an' I was afraid that you hated me too an' 'm a stupid t**t 'cause I tried to make you hate me." He took a deep breath, trying to settle his emotions before he became a mess. Stupid depression. He honestly hated it. "I can't even 'pologize right 'cause I can't talk without becoming a scared deer an' running when I can't talk anymore an' I can't stop hurting an' crying an' I just want it to stop."
He didn't mean to say that much, honestly. He didn't think he'd ever said that much to Caty without screaming at her. He didn't even think he was capable of saying that much to anyone save Gid or Savannah. Not without signing something in the conversation. After the realization, he stood there, heart thumping wildly as he was fighting off the urge to run again. Or hide. Hiding was good right now. He was trying to fix this, though. He couldn't just run off and disappear. His breathing hitched a bit as he tried and failed to say something else, and his hands started dancing rapidly as he signed rapidly something even he wasn't sure about. However, it was all behind Caty's back and he was certain that his sister couldn't even see it. Probably feel it, but that was not the same.
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Location: His Room
Thinking: Ugh, I wish I had actually gone to class instead...
OOC:
And maybe when the night is dead,
I'll crawl into my bed
I'm staring at these 4 walls again.
I'll try to think about the last time
I had a good time
Everyone's got somewhere to go
And they're gonna leave me here on my own.
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2016 8:33 pm
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She just wants to be, beautiful
She goes, unnoticed she knows, no limits
She craves, attention she praises, an image
She prays to be, sculpted by the sculptor
Oh, she don't see, the light that's shining
αɢє 12 | αםvєитυяєя | sℓчтнєяιи sєcσиם чєαя
☆º°”˜`”°º☆ ★º°”˜`”°º★
ﻬஐ Caty was afraid she had crossed the invisible line by hugging Rhys knowing that while he had come down from whatever stink he had been in he still didn't like to be touched but gave a soft sigh of relief when she felt his arms slowly wrap around her. When he started speaking her tears started falling in earnest as he finally-finally!-opened up to her about what was buzzing about in his head. She couldn't even try to understand his thoughts on why he felt it was a good idea for her to hate him but she figured even if she asked he wouldn't tell her. Or worse he would and the answer would be so silly and stupid he'd just feel worse about the whole thing. She felt some weird movement behind her but didn't comment on it and focused back on what the older boy was saying and felt her heart cry at how depressed he sounded about how full of anxiety he gets just by talking. The young girl hadn't minded-too too much-when Rhys had stopped talking, mainly because it was had already been such a rare occurrence when he actually spoke. But at least then he had kept communicating with her with his notes and simple signs. She'd even gotten him to read to her once in a blue moon! Her Da had said something about him having social anxiety or something like that and he had basically said he doesn't like being around a lot of people or talking to people for too long. She hadn't even thought that it could make him feel like this. "You're not stupid, you were just behaving very stupidly. And like I said I never hated you but...but don't push me away like that. And, and you don't have to talk all the time! You don't even hafta talk to me, or Da, or Kenny or anyone if you don't want to as long as you don't try and disappear again. Can you promise me Rhys? Can you promise you won't try and disappear again?" Caty looked up at him with blurred eyes from her tears that wouldn't stop falling and tried not to sniffle like she was five years old again.ஐﻬ
Deeper than the eyes can find it
Maybe we have made her blind
So she tries to cover up her pain, and cuddle woes away
Cause covergirls don't cry, after their face is made |
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2016 12:57 pm
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Dear Prudence, greet the brand new day!
The sun is up, the sky is blue...
It's beautiful and so are you!
Dear Prudence, open up your eyes.
Dear Prudence, see the sunny skies.
Look around, round and round-
p r u d e n c e
" p r u "
l o w e r y
gryffindor pureblood │ captain & keeper │ sixth year
Pru was happy to have her boyfriend over for something that didn't involve her entire extended family meeting him. Besides, she was in a much better mood right now than she'd been in a while, and spending time with Addy would probably make her even happier. The Edgeworth Manor had ceased to feel quite as huge and intimidating now that she'd been living here for several years. Now she knew which portraits to talk to and which to ignore, and all the secret passages, and it felt less hollow and echoing inside since Uncle Ciaran and Rhys and Caty were also living here. Adrienne had moved out by now, but as Pru hadn't been close with either of her older brothers for a very long time, she wasn't as disappointed about this as she could have been. Truthfully, she considered Kenny, Rhys, and Caty more her siblings than her actual biological siblings, who had never warmed up to the fact that their mother had remarried and moved on with her life. And they'd never had much time for their little sister, either, she thought defensively. Her thoughts drifted back to her boyfriend as she walked out into the summer afternoon sunshine, and she sat down on the steps to wait for Addy to arrive. She wasn't actually sure who else was home, and she didn't want him to have to wander around looking for her.
The wind is low, the birds will sing...
That you are part of everything!
Dear Prudence, let me see you smile.
Dear Prudence, like a little child.
The clouds will be a daisy chain,
So let me see you smile again. |
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2016 9:35 pm
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ค๔๔เร๏ภ c๏llเภร
รเxтђ yєคภ gภyŦŦเภ๔๏ภ
pภєŦєcт
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Girl you're the one I want to want me
And if you want me, girl you got me
There's nothing I, no I wouldn't do
Just to get up next to you
Since the start of summer, Addison had been missing his girlfriend. Sure, it was sappy, but he loved her and she loved him. Being away from her hurt. So, he needed to do something to distract himself. Without telling anyone, he sneaked off to a Muggle shopping mall. And there he discovered the magical art of ear piercing. He was now sporting a small gauge in his left ear. When he finally heard from Pru and she invited him over, he was suddenly nervous. What if she hated it? But he would find out soon enough. His mother had grounded him, but his grandfather didn't seem to mind. He apparated Addison to the town that Pru lived in and let him walk there. After all, Addison was sixteen years old and he could easily handle himself. Walking up to the house, he swallowed a lump in his throat and waved to her. "Hey Pru!" he called as he walked up to the house.
Just the thought of you
Gets me so high, so high
Oh just the thought of you
Gets me so high, so high
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๏ยt ๏Ŧ ςђคгคςtєг
{...}
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