|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2012 10:49 am
─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─
Sleep hadn't come to this particular blonde as easily as she had hoped it would. She had remained awake for hours tossing around in the soft and pleasant Egyptian cotton sheets. Everything was there to make her feel good, yet despite all that she was far more busy fighting off a serious case of a coup de foudre. The French saying for love at first sight -literally thunderbolt- couldn't have been more fitting because Annabelle found her whole system electrified with every thought concerning the devious, devilish male that had been in her life for a mere hour. He had left an impression that lasted for hours after and sadly enough that ruined Annie's sleep. She didn't want to feel the flutters in her belly nor did she want to feel the needy heat in her crotch unless there was a way to let it go somewhere and soon. Her whole body seemed to have a mind of it own... Hell even her own mind refused to leave her be.
Because of the endless tossing and turning she woke up cocooned in the warm silky warm sheets. Despite her worries she had dreamed sweetly. Like her dreams were convinced that the man that used her textbook tricks for seduction would be sweeter and less blunt than her. When she opened up here eyes she found herself sweetly cuddling the pillow she had used the night before to stop her brain from thinking. Not that it helped, she had merely fallen asleep from actual tiredness. She didn't know what hour it had been nor did she want to know.
The minute she realized how she was holding the pillow -like a teenager deeply in love with an unreachable hotty- she tossed it away and almost pulled her dyed blonde hair from her skull. She felt like screaming the most because she was turned into a contradicting mess. Yet, she wouldn't scream or anything like that until it was too late. For now she'd only fight the mind. Yet, she had to fight every single thing her mind linked to Fang. Sadly enough that was almost everything in the room. She needed to get out... Yet... She also needed to get dressed and that was not in the least a time stealing act. It didn't grant her any distraction though, because the time it took was because she couldn't think about anybody else. She had the utmost trouble to satisfy herself when she was picking out clothes. To make matters worse, she almost tried to resemble a girl she wasn't and wouldn't be in a zillion years. Luckily for her, being on a trip in the snowy mountains prevented her from doing just that. She didn't have anything with her that she wouldn't wear on a normal occasion. So all she could really do 'differently' was wear a tad bit more slutty lingerie. That couldn't be out of character and noticeable... Right?
Right?!
when Annabelle finally dragged herself out of her room she had the same book in hand she had intended to study the day before. She definitely wouldn't be able to study much, but she proceeded to the bar on the first floor of the hotel to drink cheap beer and learn the amendments by heart. The look that the bartender gave her upon recognizing her gave her the idea that everybody in the hotel knew just how naughty her beloved little Fang was...
wait...
Her beloved?
─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ Yours truely,_____
______________Annabelle~
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2012 1:09 am
 “ You wouldn’t be a ‘good’ boy if your life depended on it.”, The monstrosity of the devilish smirk that curled on Fang’s handsome mouth was blatantly prideful at hearing any form of compliment in his prowess. ‘ Now that’s not…entirely…true…’, In his mind Richard was being a very good boy. Outside of distracting himself from the desire to seek out one particular feisty blonde and ravage her senseless, the shorter version of Harold wanted to go up and pay Bella a visit himself. Closing his eyes for the briefest of moments to imagine Bella’s facial features in an expression that women usually made during sex; that sly smirk on Fangs’ face blossomed into honest lasciviousness. ‘ Such a pity.’, Richard would continue to be a good boy if he could help it…last thing he wanted to spoil his blonde-hunting holiday was a broken arm from his elder brother. Lord knew how many times he had to cast his own shattered bones because of all the fights they had in their younger years.
“ The key…If I have to make a choice.”, Bingo. Torn between dropping the keys in the rim of his pants and telling Casey to fetch them or dangling the keys to make them jingle; Richard shook the keys to taunt the attractive fellow. Fang knew that Casey was a ‘good boy’ and would have that terrible ailment called a conscience that could keep him from actually going up to Bella and Harold’s room. ‘ I’ll have to give this horse a carrot.’, and dangling the keys being a sound to chime as an omen to that delightful little treat; Richard moved his hand to absentmindedly press his key-holding hand against his face in mock contemplation.
“ Don’t you find it odd that my gay brother would have a girlfriend and bring her here?”, Fang absentmindedly stared out a nearby window to observe the scenery. “ Where there are so many cliffs Bella could just…stumble over?”, the Cheshire grin splashing back onto his face, Fang set his impish gaze upwards to pierce Casey’s eyes like hunting cat.
“ A year ago I would have scoffed; but, it seems Skull’s pretty serious about your Bella.”, Shrugging in disinterest, Fang nibbled down on his tongue for a moment to curb the desire to imagine pretty little Billy Bee and his brother inflagrante. Casting Casey a curious eye, the man let out a gentle sigh.
“ Did you know he asked for a job in our father’s company? I honestly thought he’d drop dead first…but here he is, in a strait relationship and trying to make peace with our b*****d father.”, Fang watched Casey’s face with one eye as he again feigned disinterest to reach behind his shoulder to scratch his back.
“ I wonder…if my brother plans on asking her here in this lavish hotel or back at our parent’s house when this weekend is over.”, trying his hardest to keep the any evidence of a smug disposition from showing in the curl to his lips, Fang finally held the keys out towards Casey and let them jingle a little. ‘ Come fetch your carrot.’ The keys perhaps being more appealing a temptation than they would have been before, Richard just let his hand linger in the air until Casey finally grabbed them or remained silent to the point of this moment becoming awkward.
" Dum...dum de dum...", It probably didn't help Casey's composure to hum the 'wedding march', but he hoped that would encourage the other man to grab the door key. ' Come on Casey, you have a sword in your pants; go win the war.'
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2012 7:56 am
Sadly enough the girl didn't pay attention to anything he was blurting out in terribly broken English. In a way he was glad she did the orders for him though. He quietly checked if every earring was still in his ears when she spoke up.
“ Okay listen…I need a favor.”
He stared at her for a moment her brain not quite getting hat she was saying other than he had to listen or she wanted him to. What was a favour?
“There’s this guy I like…but he had to go somewhere ”
OW, ow! That's low! Starting about another guy she liked... Kono's eyebrow was slowly rising as he was registering what she was slowly asking.
“and I don’t know how to find him. If you help me get him back, I’ll make it worth your while. Candy, cake, money, free meals. You name it.”
By the time she was finishing her question his mouth hung half open. She wanted somebody back -for some reason he didn't seem to pick up from what she had said- and she'd get him all sorts of yummies and money if he helped her? This was the weirdest proposition he had had since moving to Tokyo. Last good one being sunny dipping in the teacher's pond and making out with the craziest person he had known. That person was also the reason they had moved...
Kono swallowed a little and a cheeky grin crossed his face, more because of the memory surfacing in his head than what she was offering, as he surveyed his surroundings again. Sadly enough he saw his sister coming into the restaurant and that wiped the grin of his face and made his eyes widen.
"Ksa~"
He muttered before turning his head to Emily again.
"Hush" He said not bothering with translations and only supporting it with a finger on his lips to keep her silent -hopefully- as he slowly slipped under the table to hide until his sister decided he wasn't here
((more for emily to work with emotion_yatta =) ))
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2012 8:57 am
“ No…I was being pushy…but not talking about things just causes more problems than solves them…and I wanted to help.”
Iorwen sighed... At least Sarah was capable of saying sorry. She just wished she had the guts to try and vie for a similar response from Bella, but the idea that the natural brunette might not offer anything like that hurt her more than the fact Bella had left.
“ Would you like to have coffee with me? This might be the only place that Pino won’t search.”
The question hurt a little, because Bella was so predominant on Iorwen's mind. She turned her eyes down and she didn't think that anything in the near future would distract her mind again. At least yesterday she had forgotten for a moment, today however she didn't think she'd get such a break again.
"Uhm..." Iorwen doubted herself again and turned her eyes up to Sarah for some form of comfort there.
"Can't we do something else? Anything but coffee with two." She muttered, but she didn't want to admit to the reason why is became an issue. Right now the wound was sore from being ripped open again. Whether that had been intentional or not.
((Hmm... I got inspiration on the long run for annie <33... fang will not like =3 ))
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2012 12:39 pm
 “ Uhm…Can’t we do something else? Anything but coffee with two.”, It was a gentle blow, but for a mere moment the rejection stung in Sarah’s chest. ‘ She isn’t in any position to want anyone…’for reasons unbeknownst to Sarah, the sting throbbed for longer than it should have. She had after all, come here to talk to Bella…and the fact that she felt any kind of pain in her chest was simply unnatural to her. Perhaps it was simply because Iorwen knew what it was like to love Bella, and it formed a kinship of some kind in Sarah’s heart. You don’t have any reason to feel upset, she’s just being guarded. Stepping forward towards Iorwen to get out of line, Sarah slowly extended her arm to squeeze her fingers around Iorwen’s hand in an empathic manner. The expression on her face melting away from any remnant of pain before compassion took its place.
“ Of course Iorwen…we could go for a walk if it would help you feel more comfort-”, not even suspecting a familiar face to suddenly appear; Sarah’s pale face flushed over in shock when Bella walked into the café with wide cat eyes and a stunned demeanor to her steps. Even with Bella being on the tall side, somehow Sarah remembered the girl being taller the last time they were in the same room. Even with driving for hours to talk to Bella about their unfinished past; the moment Sarah saw the brunette here all of her confidence sank through her feet and she could only stand there like a goldfish. Instinctually Sarah wanted to grab Iorwen’s hand and bolt from the coffee shop; but, there was another portion of her that melted at the sight of Bella and it was unfortunately that aspect that kept her cold feet nailed to the floor.
“ S-sarah?...is that-”, Bella walked forward with her hand up to presumably shake her own before Sarah saw the girl’s brown eyes suddenly recognize Iorwen’s face. From the angle that they were all standing, Bella wouldn’t have gauged who Iorwen was by the back of her head. However, standing closer changed all that. Now Bella looked like the gold fish as she stood there with the color draining from her skin. ‘ Were they dating?’ Something big was going on under the surface of this awkward meeting; and Sarah couldn’t help but feel like she was the one left in the dark. However, she felt too stunned to speak, and so Bella spoke again, her voice wavering slightly.
“ I-Io? A…are…”, Bella looked back and forth between Iorwen and Sarah with a look of panic hidden in the gloss of her eyes. “ Are you two here together?”
Sarah never could have guessed earlier how badly she would want to say ‘yes’ at this moment.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2012 1:28 pm
Rabenstein 
Waiting for a response to her proposal beyond a wide open mouth hanging open felt like an eternity to Emily. The boy just sat there with a blank expression for the longest time before a strange cheeky grin splashed onto the Asian boy’s face. ‘ What?...is that a yes?’ The boy seemed to be in a mind of his own, and Emily had just opened her mouth to ask him another ‘well?’ when the boy did something even more strange and put his finger near his mouth. What does Ksa mean?
“ Hush…”, Emily knew what that meant, and just as confusion settled into her features, the boy disappeared under the table like a five year old. ‘ Oh god…I found the asian tarzan didn’t I?’, Leaning under the table to whisper something to him in spite; Emily saw movement in the corner of her eye and saw a pretty Asian woman wandering about the restaurant. ‘ Who is that?’, At first wondering if that was his girlfriend, Emily thought it more likely that the Asian girl was Konoke’s older sister, and so the most evil of little play smiles splashed onto Emily’s face. ‘ Fine. You won’t help me willingly? I’ll make you.’ and waving her hand up in the air, Emily craned her body backwards to peek under the table at her pink haired prey.
“ Hey miss!”, Emily called out to try and wave the woman’s attention over to her table. When she thought that she had gained eye contact, Emily bent under the table to pin Konoke her devious smile.
“ Okay Konoke, you help? Or I tell her you’re under the table.”
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 1:54 am
[New polyvore...and new picture...Bella is running.>.> I think. Not as good as version one, but my com crashed]  In the very hotel room that Fang now dangled a key for, an uneasy silence had overcast the shadows and tainted the atmosphere with a gloomy disposition. Unbeknownst to Casey, the melancholy room was far from empty. However, with the exception of a dull sound echoing every other minute it might have seemed unlikely for anyone to be lurking within its shadows. But then, perhaps all monsters sought quiet places where the lack of lamplight could soothe the wicked soul. Tick tock, tick tock Skully. As the cloudy sky outside prevented natural sunshine from slipping through the half-closed vertical blinds clothing the window, it didn’t matter if Skull kept his eyes open or not. The difference was scarce enough for every trace of vision to intermingle in his warped contemplations.
Creak…snap! The familiar noise echoed through the cold room with crisp vibrations that rattled against Skull’s palm as the velvet ring box opened and snapped to a close. As if the insanity that threatened to morph his brain was associated with a repetitious pattern, that reoccurring creak and snap would have been the most surefire indicator of madness. How many more snaps until you hear footsteps Harold? The man felt too numb emotionally to handle a mental conversation with his conscience, and with another creak, the man let his hazel-brown eyes linger over the ruby-tinted diamond that glossed its cheerful eye in poignant vanity; as if that little ring genuinely believed that its sparkling beauty could perk up the atmosphere of the room simply by being looked upon. If a person could have been pierced by beauty, Skull certainly felt like he would have a legitimate wound bleeding from his chest. She’ll think I’m beautiful too! Give me to her and she’ll be yours for all eternity… That was, after all, the inspiration behind the ‘Infinity cut’.‘ As if Gems could possibly have symbolism like fortune cookies…’
Creak, snap; Creak, snap! Playing peek-a-boo with a vain engagement ring was getting Skull’s reverie nowhere closer to a cheerful disposition. He’s on his way you know…His conscience never failed to remind him, and Skull continued to remain almost immobile on the bed closest to the window. Resting on his side in nothing but loose fitting black jeans and an unbuttoned ebony shirt; goose-bumps glittered on his skin from a cold that the raven-headed man remained oblivious to. Perhaps the man simply accepted all forms of subconscious torture as he lay in the ruffled up bed with his hair strewn against Bella’s pillow. The bed still smelled like Billy-bee, and in some ways…Skull was trying to absorb as much of her scent as possible…before he couldn’t be that close to her anymore.
Unable to keep images of the previous evening from flashing through his brain over and over like a skip in a dvd, Skull bit down on his healing tongue and tried to distract himself to think of anything else. That ‘anything else’ unfortunately being the conversation…argument…with Casey at the icy lake. You may have apologized to her, but you should consider making amends for all the lies you told me. Those were just some of the words that echoed in his mind to the beat of the ring box snapping shut. ‘ I did lie to you Casey…I don‘t think I can amend that; but, its hard to realize you‘re lying to someone else when you feed lies to yourself so much that you can‘t see things clearly yourself.’ Sometimes it took another person’s notice to recognize your faults, and Skull didn’t mind the punishment after all that had happened. ‘ If it takes being chewed out to get Casey to be honest with me, than that’s what had to happen.’ and yet…Skull found it hard to think about his ex without an emotional needle being slammed into his chest. I’m not the only one that lied.
Creak; snap.
Remembering the time period after that night he stole with Billy, Skull couldn’t help but remember how Casey had been so unsuspecting of his crime as he looked for his ring. Somewhere in that hour Casey had confessed: Skully…I never stopped loving you. At the time Skull had believed it without a second thought; but, really…how could that have been true? ‘ Then why didn‘t he tell me he loved Billy sooner? Why go through the motions of dating me if he wanted someone else?’ The image of Casey screaming the words: Then get the ******** out of my way slammed against his psyche in a soundless video inside of Skull’s head with a bitter taste washing over his taste buds. ‘ I haven‘t done…anything in the past week to keep him and Billy apart. He could have shown up to talk to her at ANY TIME and I would have let them be. Yes, I stalled time by going to the lake…but what man would want to hurry to a death sentence?’, Deep down Skull naturally assumed that Casey would try and talk to Billy on his own without any assistance from Skull, and that was one reason that he used to justify lingering by the lakeside. Shouldn’t assume anything Skully. He might be too chicken s**t to come here. Rolling onto his back to gaze at the designs on the ceiling; Skull’s entire body felt laden and heavy as the guilt that had weighed him down all evening continued to keep him glued to the bed.
The guilt gnawed at Skull’s psyche like a nibbling mouse testing a piece of cheese, and the man couldn’t stop the black monster from eating away at his soul any more than he could stop it when the mouse was a roaring lion the evening before. You know what you did, his mind punished; but, there was nothing Skull could do about the past now that it was done. Life unfortunately wasn’t a computer that could fry up without a moment’s warning and erase past mistakes. Do you really regret last night? As much as Skull tried to; he couldn’t…
If anything had changed Skull from the scream-fest with Casey the day before; it was the look on his ex’ face when Bella kissed him. Had Skull not read Casey’s letter…the pain on the other man’s face would not have been so difficult to take. Guilty for even allowing Bella to hold him when Casey brought him back to the brunette, Skull had followed Billy on autopilot. A drone seemed to have taken Harold’s place, and as he lay in the bed recollecting about the events that followed; the image of Bella’s relief upon entering their hotel room stuck in his memory. Closing his eyes to the flashback as his thumb brushed over the velvet ring box, Skull took in a cold breath and waited for the numb feeling to overtake every other sensation that coursed through his body.
xxx“ God; its cold outside…”, Bella had said the second that Skull closed the hotel room door behind them.
“ Skully; where‘s the thermostat?”, Drowned beneath the weight of his morbid emotions, the knowledge that Bella would find the switch within five minutes made him numb to the common courtesy that beckoned him to respond to her. Stoic in all his mannerisms, the statue known as Skull just watched Bella as she fluttered around in kind ignorance of his out-of-place mood. Watching Bella’s chocolate eyes as she glanced towards his face, it didn’t take a sound mind to see the pain and worry that still glistened in the gloss of her eyes. Obviously there was something on her mind, and to be perfectly frank, Skull thought it likely that she wanted to talk about Casey…and outside of his usual characteristics, the man felt so numb from being screamed at that he just wanted her to get it over with. ‘ I have no idea why you‘re with me Bella…you should be with Casey…’ and even with being too stoic to be surprised by anything and feel the sting of it; Skull realized that a part of him didn’t want Casey to lose…The part that still loved him.
Watching Bella as she fluttered around the room like a happy home-maker, Skull just lingered by the doorway and let his eyes follow her around the room like he was some lifeless creature. The brunette was trying so hard to hide the worry in her eyes that it only made the feature painfully obvious to him. Fake smiles being shoved his way in-between bits and pieces of genuine joy overshadowing her misery was enough to make Skull regret his conduct in the hotel lobby. You should have smiled more. You should smile more now, lest she think you aren’t happy to see her. Bella didn’t seem to be convinced by the twinge of a smile that flashed on Skull’s mouth as she turned up the thermostat to warm up the hotel room. In the back of Harold’s mind, he vaguely remembered Bella rambling on and on about tedious topics like the weather to try and run from whatever subject that Bella really wanted to talk about; but, his mind blocked them out and fast forwarded to the point where Bella nibbled on her lip like a hamster and gazed at him with pain tainting her face.
“ Skully…w-where were you?..”, Skull was too ashamed to say, so he didn’t. “ I was worried like crazy…”, Skull could only stand there as the brunette walked towards him and slid her warm arms around him in a ginger embrace that tightened into a clamp as the seconds ticked. After a little while, it felt like she was shaking in his arms, and Skull tightened his arms around her when he thought he heard her sniffle against his chest.
“ Sk-…skully why won‘t you talk to me?”, Because if I start to speak I’ll end things…and I can’t bear to hurt you right now. Unwilling to speak from the despondency burning like dry ice in his heart; Skull watched his fingers caress the sleeve of her upper arm as if he was watching someone else touch her. Pained at the wavering tone in Bella’s voice, the man couldn’t find the willpower to speak and soothe a woman he was trying to find the courage…to let go. When he didn’t answer right away, Billy started to speak again.
“ I-I know you have every right to be upset at me…but please…say something to me.”, Skull wet his mouth with his tongue to speak; but…“ I missed you so much…I-I was scared you were lost out there…freezing to death.”, it being absolutely necessary to stop Billy now, Skull raised his right hand to caress her cheek and raise her chin up so that he could look in her watery eyes.
“ Billy…how do I have a right to be upset at you?”, asking the question with such a serene texture to his stoic tone, Skull doubted that it was even himself that spoke for a moment. Watching a splash of confusion wash over her face, Bella bit down on her lip as if she was the one surprised in this moment before her arms squeezed around his waist to press her abdomen against his own. For the longest time, even with gentle pats against her back to try and encourage her to reply, Bella didn’t speak. Finally she nuzzled her cheek against his chest, and a sudden dampness made the man wonder if she was trying to hide a tear in the material of his shirt.
“ I…behaved badly yesterday…”, Skull raised an eyebrow at hearing a verbal confession of apology from Bella’s lips. “ No matter if you meant it or tried tell me that to justify what you did…I shouldn‘t have shoved it back in your face like that.”, the words ‘tried to tell me that to justify what you did’ in his mind spoiling the apology as tainted, an arrow slammed into Skull’s heart at remembering her words being ‘shoved’ in his face. My god! I choose you and you act like that doesn’t mean anything to me! If you care about me now that’s great, its wonderful, but don’t try and feed me anything to forgive or justify what you did to me.
Skull had tried to tell her…that the night he pretended to be Casey was because he loved her and couldn’t bear to see her with his ex boyfriend. With the crime he committed; Skull didn’t expect to be forgiven or believed…but it had been so hard for this woman-hating ‘gay’ man to admit to passionately loving a woman and tell her that his heart was smashed when she accused him of just feeding her crap. Skull had managed to say ‘I’m sorry’ just because he was too hurt to say anything else after that. ‘ Why would she want to be with a Liar…’
Which was still one reason that Skull opened and closed the velvet ring box in gentle snaps and creaks. How could he ask Bella to marry him now? When Casey desperately loved her just as much as he did. Remembering more of the events of the previous day, Skull closed his eyes once more as images of Bella’s arms enfolding his body flooded back into his mind.
“ I‘m sorry…I had…no idea…how me asking you to fetch Casey would look to you.”, The tears threatening to fall wavered in Bella’s brown eyes as she craned her neck to look onto his face. You have...no idea...Desperation seeped from all of her features, and Skull couldn’t help but clutch her back with his hands to try and keep the trembling woman from feeling so fragile in his arms.
“ I-…”, Skull had meant to say: It doesn’t matter; but, Billy-bee spoke and the vulnerability in her voice stole away his speech.
“ Please…let me explain Skully…”, the muscles in Harold’s shoulders relaxed against his will in the effort to comply so that his Bella wouldn’t weep and break his heart more than he could bear with his countenance.
“ When you told me you loved me in the bathroom at that party…and we…”, Bits and pieces of their bodies intertwined flashed through Harold’s brain; but, the remembrance that they stopped before making love caused a fresh pain to stab his loins and his heart at the same moment. Listening to Bella bring up that night hurt more than the man could have contemplated; but, the deepest part of his soul yearned for her to keep speaking…in the hopes of hearing her repeat the confession of her love to him into his ears one last time.
“ …We were going to…”, It couldn’t have been less obvious that she was talking about their physical interlude if he was dimwitted. However, just when his heart began to flutter in the hope of hearing something positive, his brunette looked down towards the ground to try and hide the onset of more fluid drowning her eyes.
“…I know now that you probably think I couldn‘t make love to you because I love Casey…and I can‘t pretend that isn‘t true.”, The pain of Bella’s admission stung like a war-wound, and Harold had to look away to hide the pain that smacked against his face from her view.
“ But that’s not why I couldn‘t make love to you…”, confused as to why Bella was bringing up that night now when it had nothing to do with their argument the previous evening, Skull bit down on his tongue to keep from begging Bella to stop talking before she finished what she had to say.
“ Skull…I meant it when I said I loved you…love…you…but it didn‘t feel right to start something when I wasn‘t sure of my own feelings. If I hurt you the way you hurt me, I don‘t think I‘d be able to cope with that…”, Bella looked down at the ground as she nibbled on her bottom lip like a hamster again, and it felt like someone was rubbing ice cubes over his skin. Chilled to the bone with no ability to leave the room without feeling like a failure, the man froze in one place as his eyes desperately searched Bella’s face for any evidence of mercy. ‘ I don‘t need to know this…please…just stop.’ At war with the desire to punish himself or speak, Skull just stood there and let the words flow from Bella’s mouth.
“ I‘m always going to love Casey…I-I can‘t change that no matter how hard I try; but…when I‘m with Casey…its like I‘m overwhelmed…I can‘t breathe, I can‘t think…its like being in a storm. I feel alive and invigorated; but…I…don‘t feel safe...”, Watching that woman swallow the fluid in her mouth was almost as uncomfortable for him as it was for him to wet his dry mouth at hearing her words. Confused on several levels; the man felt too numb to do anything but mildly blink his confusion until Bella began to speak again.
“ I know in my heart that there is no logical reason for me to feel any kind of love for you after what you did to me…but while Casey was waiting until last minute…as he always does…you came to me and told me everything you lied about, how you lied to Casey…and wasted the time to try and beg for my forgiveness…”, Skull heard a deep breath escape her lips, and it attracted his dark eyes to her face in avid fervor. At least we agree that you shouldn’t feel this way about me.
“ I feel safe when I‘m with you Harold. Dumb as that may be.”, Ashamed of hearing such words flow from her mouth when he felt guilty enough to end their relationship simply to try and do what was best for her and Casey, Skull turned his head away from her face. Knowing without looking at her that there was pain in her heart at his response, Skull felt her fingers pleadingly scratch at the fabric on his chest and tried to ignore her cat-like kneading. Bella had been trying to make a point in bringing up the events in the bathroom; and for the longest time the once-painted fellow was oblivious to her intended subject.
“ When we argued last night, my actions were rash because I was hurt.”, Skull didn’t need her to tell him that obvious detail. “ I‘ve been trying to be intimate with you since we got here; and I can‘t help but feel like you regret being with me.”, Skull looked at Bella in shock, but she continued as if oblivious to his almost angered expression.
“ That’s why I asked you…if you would rather be w-with Casey…I-I‘ve been trying so hard to be what you want me to be that--”, Skull was in such a state of shock at the words he was hearing that the voice of his heart writhing in agony overpowered his self-control. Watching tears threaten to fall as water gagged her vocals was simply too much for him to handle without inwardly screaming at the top of his lungs. ‘ What the HELL is wrong with you!? How do you not want to be with Casey!? YOU‘VE BEEN PINING FOR HIM SINCE YOU CAME BACK HERE!’ Almost unable to believe what he was hearing, Skull’s face tightened in broken-hearted anger and it took his eyes welling up in disdain to keep from trying to shake some sense into the woman! ‘ You‘re not supposed to end up with me! You‘re confused! You‘re just so hurt by Casey that you think you want me. ’ skull wanted to open the window and jump just as much as he wanted to snatch Bella’s face in his hands and ravage her mouth with his tongue for even insinuating that she wasn’t what he wanted. You want Casey to win. You don’t deserve her and you know it.
“ ******** Bella; Be quiet!”, Skull’s strong hands gripped Bella’s shoulders and such an angered vehemence that he saw her body tremble from his own hands shaking. “ You think I‘ve been acting odd because I don‘t want you?”, The way Bella’s face paled as a droplet of water streaked down her face was answer enough for him to feel ashamed to have ever given the woman such a harebrained idea. Suddenly feeling a bucket of ice water splash down his chest in the realization that he started speaking his heart and would now have to confess his dirty secret; Skull forgot how to breathe long enough for his face to redden from lack of air.
“ Bill…”, Skull’s voice considerably more compassionate than his previous outburst that left Bella gasping in mild fear; the man released his tight grip to caress his hand underneath Bella’s face in an apologetic display of affection. “ When we got back from the hospital…I saw a piece of paper sticking out of your pocket and I didn‘t think before tugging it out and reading it.”, If it were possible to describe the heartbreak that shattered the hope in her eyes, the sword that pierced through his heart at seeing it could explain her reaction better than words would allow. Why she was so brokenhearted subconsciously remained a mystery; but, on every inward level Skull assumed she was hurt by the invasion of her privacy.
Judging by the swell in Billy’s breasts as she backed away to try and withstand an asthmatic reaction to this great of a transgression, Skull suddenly felt flashbacks of his conversation with Casey by the lakeside and the tip of the sword twisted back and forth in his chest to cause more damage. And for your info I was TRYING to set that right, but you handily parked yourself between us and prevented me from doing so then…and his subconscious added to Casey’s comment with such a likeness to Bella’s voice that he was tricked into believing it wasn’t his own mind set to punish him.How could you come between us AGAIN?! Are you that selfish?! Do you care so little about what I want?! and unable to bear Bella thinking such a horrible lie, Skull walked towards her and bent his head as pain forced the water in his eyes to waver and threaten to break his masculinity.
“ I didn‘t go to him or try and tell him you didn‘t care Bill; but honestly…”, already defeated by Casey it seemed; Skull shook his head two and fro as blood pumped from the bleeding crevice left spitting where his heart used to be.
“ I can‘t…compete with him. I see the way you look at him and I can‘t do anything that could make you want me more…”, Skull only paused long enough to narrow his eyes in the hope that tightened eyelids would keep the fluid from streaking down his face.
“ But you expect me to act normal and let myself make love to you when its only a matter of time until you leave? Contrary to how I hurt you; I‘m not a soulless monster. I love you more than any other person I‘ve ever known and it killed me when you asked me to go fetch Casey when I knew what you were going to talk to him about…”, Somewhere in his outburst Skull’s voice quieted down to a watery texture. Whether the change was due to heartbreak, exhaustion, or a combination of both; Skull had to look away to hide the pain on his face from his lungs being constricted in his chest from his own toxic emotions. Expecting Bella to weep, yell, or just shove away from him; Skull wasn’t prepared when her fingers snatched at the fabric of his shirt to use as leverage to balance her weight and slam her mouth over his own. The torn, bleeding, hole in his chest making him vulnerable to such a moment of weakness; Skull didn’t fight back when her tongue broke through his lips to tug his own…
The pleading moan that gasped from her panting lungs was overkill…Lost in the heat of her breath and texture of Bella’s tongue brushing against his own for an immeasurable moment, Skull had begun to lower his hands from cupping her sweet face to caress elsewhere when the remnant of his willpower struggled to gain control. ‘ Bella…if we stay together you‘ll lose your best friend…’ and though it broke his heart, Skull tried to tear himself away from the most attractive woman ever to kiss him in ravenous hunger. The kiss ending with a gentle smack-like sound, Skull would have pressed his palms to her shoulders to push her away as lovingly as possible if not for seeing the devastation in Bella’s brown eyes when he tried to move away. What the hell are you doing?! She loves you, she wants you, stop fighting her! But the reason in his mind tried to fight through his desire. ‘ I can‘t ruin her and Casey again! When she realizes how silly it is to run from him she‘ll regret everything she did with me.’ that thought being too hard to bear, Skull managed to break away only long enough for Bella to squeeze his shirt fabric and move her face in front of her own.
“ Please Skully…”, and swallowing the overwhelming guilt that began to well up in his bleeding chest; Skull couldn’t bear to leave Bella standing there with that look on her face; like her entire world was tumbling down. Go ahead Harold. Run. Let her think you don’t love her at all. Frozen at the arrow of a thought that had pierced his vulnerable spot; Bella took advantage of his stillness and rushed to kiss him again. Her delicate fingers clutching under his jaw and his senses being overwhelmed by the fruity taste of her mouth; Skull would have kept fighting if not for seeing her heartbreak spilled across her desperate face as she whispered please against his skin in quiet gasps of breath. For whatever reason Bella is your girlfriend Skull, where is the logic in resisting your own girlfriend? Plenty of reasons…but none could compete with the need to comfort Billy’s heart.
“ I love you Skully…”, Bella whispered against Skull’s lips as she caressed her nose against the crook in his own and leaned in closer to gently bite his lip. Assuming that Casey hadn’t needed any more encouragement when he knocked Bella up in the first place, Skull moved his strong arms under the brunette’s knees to lift her up and carry her towards the nearest bed…Within an hour their bodies were intertwined like two spiders stuck in the same web, and while Bella fell asleep with her head on Harold’s chest; pressing little kisses and mumbling things against his skin, Skull lay awake for hours just to make sure Bella was asleep when he climbed out of bed.
~
Unsure where Bella was when the man returned to the place he left her to rest; Skull stood in the doorway of their hotel room with an unreadable expression overshadowing his face. Contrary to what might have been presumed, Skull had climbed out of bed to have a long talk with the man he yelled at by the ice lake before second thoughts flooded into his mind. ‘ If he really wants her, he‘ll do anything to be with her.’, and unwilling to give Bella up to someone who couldn’t even do that, Skull walked up to his brother’s room and had a long talk with a man he loathed almost worse than his sister. Why would I want to talk to your ex for you? You a coward now? Skull thought it more likely that the other man was too afraid to willingly talk to him, and so Skull spent the rest of the night on the couch after coming up with a reasonable explanation for his younger brother to ‘let slip’ to Casey Johnson.
All the while knowing that Bella would wake up, find him gone, and never forgive him.
xxx “ Bill already lost his father, I can‘t deprive her of Casey too.”, and laying in the bed feeling horribly guilty for the events of the previous evening, Skull stood up after snapping the ring box shut one last time. ‘ ******** what I want. Bella needs him…’, if they were never going to get along…then it was better if he left. Or overdosed on something.
Hours of trying to breathe in Bella’s scent from the Egyptian cotton, Skull stopped nuzzling his cheek against her pillow when he felt a twinge in his stomach telling him that he didn’t have long before Casey showed up. Standing up to walk into the pitch black bathroom and linger like the monster Casey no doubt thought him to be, (even with the lack of conflicting meds) the man washed his face to be presentable and focused on quieting his breathing until he heard a noise at the door like a three year old trying to open the door. Shortly to follow came the quiet sound of drawers being pulled open, and the zipper of a suitcase being slowly rolled open. Knowing for certain that Bella wouldn’t waste the time to be so quiet if it was her searching through their bags, and so the man soundlessly stepped forward before gingerly tossing the ring box against the poorly made bed.
The ring seemed to scorn being mistreated in its vanity as it’s house was bounced like a rock skipped on a pond; but, its imaginary aura settled down when eyes other than Skull’s settled on it’s velvet case. Thinking that the ring was what Casey had come in the room to snoop for; Skull leaned his body against the doorframe of the bathroom and pinned his eyes on the man who couldn’t care less for him.
“ I take it that‘s what you‘re looking for…”, and waiting for Casey to notice him, Harold just set his hands on his hips to not seem intimidating; but, left his shirt unbuttoned to try and convey that he was in comfort clothes; and thus unwilling to fight this morning.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2012 4:43 am
At first it seemed that Emily would just keep silent and wait for a proper answer until his brain decided to work and translate whatever answer he wanted to give. This girl, however, didn't seem to want to wait and it was obvious to him even from under the table that she was waving for his sister's attention.
"Hey, what are you?! Stop that... Now!" He uttered with a silent hiss in Japanese from under the table and he did make some attempts to stop her by pulling her leg... But to no avail. Then she bent under the table with a sort of smile that made him want to slap some sense into her. She was girl though and he wouldn't do that to a girl, lest he anger her and lose any chance of a decision.
“ Okay Konoke, you help? Or I tell her you’re under the table.”
"Oh... Kimi~" He whispered with quite an unhappy look on his face. Then he lightly growled as he tried to find the words in the right language.
"Yes..." He said and when Emily didn't seem to respond fast enough he added more of the same until another word came to mind. "Yes, yes, yes, yes... Whatever, yes!"
Just get her away now!
He thought helplessly, for all he knew she'd still rat him out, but then anything he had just said was no longer a deal either way.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2012 7:10 am
The sort of expressions Fang made weren't very comforting nor promising that he'd stop the ridiculous amount of taunting. The guy wanted something and it made Casey uneasy. To add to it he didn't want to run right into whatever Fang wanted. Yet, chances were that it was all way to late.
Maybe I should've taken the other option at least he'd have been good
Casey thought quite helplessly and it wasn't long before he was staring at dangled keys. Casey lightly pressed his lips together his eyes preferring to stay on the keys instead of on whatever expression Fang was making right now. Casey just made sure he had smoked as much of the overly expensive cigarette before he wanted to scram.
“ Don’t you find it odd that my gay brother would have a girlfriend and bring her here?”
He turned his attention back to Fang his expression not quite pleased. But as the other man continued talking Casey's eyes slightly widened when realization set in. The fact that Fang hummed wedding march definitely didn't help Casey keep from punching the man who delivered the message:
'Harold is planning to propose.'
For a moment he just stood there frozen before rudely snatching the keys from Fang and tossing the cigarette away.
"Just shut up." Casey said before he quickly walked away and back into the hotel. Half an hour later he was pacing in front of the room Harold was in. Trying to really decide that what he had in mind was going to help and not make matters worse. In a way he wanted to steal the ring -because there HAD to be a ring for a proposal- to keep Harold from stealing Bella. The thought of the act alone made him nervous. He had never intentionally stolen anything.
Casey breathed in deeply before getting the keys ready and going for the lock of the door anyhow. Bella wasn't there, she was downstairs and that was a certainty and so far... Casey had supposed that Harold wasn't sharing a room with her. Nor had Fang given any indication of it being like that. Then why would the ring be there? Casey had just made a wild guess that anything he had thought was wrong. He definitely didn't think that Harold would think of proposing to Bella on a whim.
He fiddled with the lock -the nerves making it harder on him- and somehow managed to open the door to his surprise.
At least I didn't look like a fool trying to open the wrong door. Casey quietly thought and managing to open the door just as quietly. His lungs seemed to be right in his throat begging for him to sigh but he didn't want to do that. Heaven forbid he'd make a sound. His face did slightly darken when he found that this was a room with two beds and two bags.
They did... He couldn't even finish the thought and simply moved on starting with the nearest drawers -which were so far the only noise he caused- and then on of the suitcases. Casey practically froze when he saw and heard the ring box bounce on the nearby bed. He obviously wasn't alone.
“ I take it that‘s what you‘re looking for…”
Casey was sure that his face was full of red from shame now. Yet, he straightened himself from where his was standing turning to skull. He might as well face whatever Harold thought of this, but.... It didn't seem like good old skull had punishment in mind. He lightly chewed his lower lip, unable to respond for a good long moment. Yet, when he did act he took the ring box hastily and move to get out of the room. Instead of leaving though, he hesitated in the door way.
How could Harold ever make the amends he had demanded if he never gave Skull a chance. To add to it even... Casey had a feeling the old Skull was back again. How long Casey didn't know, but he had a gut feeling that 'the drug distorted' whatever was gone.
Casey turned around in the doorway opening and closing his mouth several times to say something before finally sighing and saying absolutely nothing, but he was still standing there.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2012 2:33 am
[Skully made me cry this morning. But I kept it short]Watching Casey freeze like a deer in headlights might have been amusing if Harold wasn’t in such a numb state to anything that tilted towards optimism. As it was, the raven-haired man watched Casey rush to take the ring box and hastily rush away like a cat that had swiped a piece of chicken from the kitchen table. Bile rising up from his throat; Skull felt the hole in his heart ache and burn. Like Hell Casey wants to be anywhere near you. Watching Casey with sullen eyes, the tall man made no motions to follow or chase the man when he scurried. After all, if he was that determined to keep from losing Bella, then it would be easier for Harold to cope in the coming months.
Waiting in silence for Casey to leave as his heart throbbed in his chest, Harold kept waiting…and Casey kept standing there. ‘ Whats the point of lingering there? You got what you wanted.’, Harold mused as he stood there pretending to look stoic when the aching in his body begged to differ. Don’t look weak in front of Casey, he doesn’t care about what you’re feeling right now. While the thought that rang through his mind seemed to be tainted with absolute truth, Casey couldn’t pretend to be comforted by it. ‘ If he needs my approval, I‘ll give it.’, and walking very slowly towards the man, Harold stopped his bare feet on the carpet about five feet from where his ex-lover hesitated in the doorway.
“ I don‘t know how you found out about that…but it doesn‘t really matter.”, Skull desperately wanted to stop trying to hold eye-contact with a man against the convulsions of agony in his chest; but, for once the man ignored himself. He wanted to see the look in Casey’s eyes when he spoke, and seeing as this might be the last civil conversation they had, he wanted it to be more memorable than their shout-out at the lake…and flicking his eyes towards Casey’s hands in a gesture, Harold slowly slid his hands into his front pant’s pockets in an effort to bring some life into his frozen fingers.
“ I‘m not sorry…for yelling at you.”, Harold spoke in a calm, emotionless, voice. “ I need to hear your side, even if I had to scream at you for you to be honest with me.”, and unwilling to let Casey wander away before he had a chance to say a few more words for his own peace, Skull walked forward with an unnatural calm and gently closed the door most of the way shut. Holding the edge of the door in his fingers, the man peeked just once out the hallway absentmindedly to see if there were eavesdroppers before fighting his cowardice and looking at Casey in the face from a closer vantage point.
“ We should have done a lot of things differently…myself especially…Maybe we wouldn‘t be here now.”, Realizing he was rambling, Harold looked away in the effort to conceal his disgust at himself.
“ I bought that…before I read your letter.”, If that was all he was able to say before Casey made efforts to leave the room, then so be it; but, the once-painted male had more to say.
“ Go ahead and sell it if you want to, Bella has no idea I bought that, and I don‘t really want her to…”, Swallowing the bile that built up in his mouth and finding it difficult to speak with the unnatural pain piercing through his bleeding chest, Harold had to pause to catch his breath and wait for the pain to subside a little.
“ …”, Harold opened his lips a little in preparation for speech; but, nothing came out, and soon Harold closed his mouth. Nodding with unintended solemn dripping from the action, Skull took a few moments to gather his countenance before stepping backwards to re-zip his suitcase and slide his feet into the winter shoes he had brought with him. Clasping the handle with his right hand, Skull wasted only enough time to slide his coat over his arm before picking up the suitcase and turning his body towards the door…not wanting to push Casey aside just so he could leave the hotel. ‘ No sense lingering here Casey. Its not like you‘ve missed seeing me.’ Skull waited for the gloom to lift, but he realized it wouldn't be.
" Take care of her Casey.", That being the only thing he had the energy to say to Casey in this final moment, Skull tightened his hand around the handle of his suitcase and waited in mild impatience for Casey to move.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2012 9:53 am
“ I don‘t know how you found out about that…but it doesn‘t really matter.”
Casey sighed deeply when Harold started talking and turned his eyes down to the ground. He was chewing his lip again, nervously and as Harold continued on he was showing that the good old Skull was right there and in a way it hurt Casey, because he actually wanted to leave and stop Harold from saying anything more, but...
He's not scolding me... He willingly gave this... What is he planning?
“ I‘m not sorry…for yelling at you.”
"Harold..."
“ I need to hear your side, even if I had to scream at you for you to be honest with me.”
Casey looked back up at Harold again and he had wanted to say that Skull really didn't need to apologize, yet... Nicknaming the man was harder these days. Especially since they broke up. It was like saying he trusted the man, but honestly... He couldn't any more not right now. He let Harold close him into the room and uncomfortably Casey started rubbing on of his arms. He looked away again. Still ashamed of being caught red handed. This was first meetings all over again.
He knows why I was here. So why is he this calm? Why isn't he yelling at me yet for being just as rotten?
Case swallowed tightly, unsure what to expect from Skull any more. That and being this close to Skull was uncomfortable now. Casey's eyes fell back on luggage just standing there, all full. For a while he just stared at it blankly. Like he didn't remember what it was.
“ We should have done a lot of things differently…myself especially…Maybe we wouldn‘t be here now. I bought that…before I read your letter.”
At the mention of the letter Casey looked up again. He was still angry for that, because he still thought Harold had no business with that which he had written for Bella only. Casey was sure even 'confidential' an it wouldn't have stopped Harold from reading it. Like thye both had been on a path of war, but... They were both numb. Casey was desperately painful even, because... Well...Bella had clung to and kissed Harold like he was the one she really and truly needed just the night before... The image lingered in his head and wanted to make him cry.
“ Go ahead and sell it if you want to, Bella has no idea I bought that, and I don‘t really want her to…”
For a long while they both just stood there and Harold went through a fish moment of wanting to talk. Casey wasn't even sure what to do with the ring box now he had it. He didn't even dare to look at it, but he was dangerously curious for what was exactly in it. Then Harold moved towards the suitcase and it dawned on Casey what this really was.
This was Harold's goodbye.
"Don't you dare." Casey said silently and still somewhat dazed. Then he pressed his lip together to gather himself back together again.
What is this? Is he blind? He has her and he's just going to leave?!
Casey's mind screamed in confusion and outwardly he remained dazed for a long time.
"Did you listen at all to what I yelled?" Casey questioned, his voice more firm this time.
"She's ours whether we like it our not. What are you hoping for if you just leave?"
Casey's had nervously tossed the ring box from hand to hand and then stared at it blankly.
Getting this was a mistake... a complete and total selfish mistake.
But on the other hand... He wasn't willing to give the ring up any more.
"Put that down Harold. I don't care what you do next, but put that down and stay."
He added and he prayed that was enough to keep Harold from just disappearing. For another while Casey just stood there still tossing the ring box from one hand to another.
Eventually he stopped that and shoved the box in his pants pocket and promptly left the room to other and better regions of the hotel. He was heart broken, torn, angry and a complete mess high on nicotine...
((I demand fang post now! That should be more fun than this... Harold shouldn't leave... Makoto still has a drunkard role to play =33 ))
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2012 1:05 pm
How Casey thought it possible for Skull to hear whatever it was that he mumbled was beyond Harold; but, the man squinted and tilted his head to try and hear it anyway. Whatever the man said, the tone was not very kind, and that was all Harold really needed to hear. What did you expect? A civil conversation? Like hell Casey would want to have a man-to-man talk with him, and it was in that knowledge that Skull tried to walk past him with the suitcase. ‘ I‘ve had enough of waiting for you.’ But then Casey spoke and Harold lingered where he stood with his hand still clutching the suitcase handle.
“ Did you listen at all to what I yelled?”, Skull narrowed his eyes a little from the insult.
“ She‘s ours whether we like it or not. What are you hoping for if you just leave?”, His brown eyes attracted to movement, Skull watched the ring box bounce back and forth in Casey’s hands. For a moment Harold wondered if the man was debating whether or not to throw it at his face; but, no…it seemed too precious a commodity for him to willingly give back. Feeling his breath harshly fill his lungs with a mild burning sensation, Harold kept his eyes only stern enough to show the seriousness of this situation as he waited for the man to speak again. ‘ Bella isn‘t a piece of real estate! She can‘t belong to both of us.’
“ Put that down Harold. I don‘t care what you do next, but put that down and stay.”, The ‘why?’ couldn’t have been more obvious as it harshly overcast Harold’s face. ‘ What the hell is he saying? HE TOLD ME TO GET OUT OF THE ******** WAY!’, it sounded like Casey was giving up, and on a deep emotional level it scared Harold to no end. Casey probably thought he could get away with that and not require explaining himself further; but really, this was Harold he was dealing with. Fear stabbing into his lungs to make breathing more difficult, it didn’t keep the man from rushing after his ex and turning around mid-run to burn his gaze into Casey’s eyes. ‘ MY GOD stop being such a child!’, Pausing only long enough to press his free hand against his chest as if to hide the painful pangs from the other man, Skull looked away to reassure himself that no one was wandering the halls before opening his mouth and wetting his lips to speak. The anger predominant on his face.
“ No. You stop it.”, Almost snarling, Harold walked backwards if he needed to in the effort to keep up with Casey if he kept walking. “ You don‘t demand answers from me then leave. You want to know what I‘m ‘hoping for’?”, It might take a flaming hot poker for the once-painted man to hold his tongue at this point.
“ I‘m hoping to help fix the mess I caused.”, Skull was furious at Casey, and he made no effort to hide it as he held out his arm in the attempt to press his hand to the man’s chest and stop him from walking further.
“ and how can you expect me to leave well enough alone when all you do is run?! Like you have any right to get mad at my leaving or tell me to stay so that you can flake out.”, Harold paused simply because the pain in his chest made it very difficult to breathe for a moment. The man’s face tightened in pain, and at the moment he wasn’t sure if it was physical or emotional.
“ I do, I love Billy…but whether she stays with me or chooses you, she‘s going to be heartbroken. And if she‘s heart-broken ]anyway, then how can you expect me to be stay and rob both of you?”, The conversation taking a more serious turn, Harold felt the pain in his lungs as he kept moving backwards and saw a nearby supply closet that was no doubt the size of Casey’s bedroom at the house. Not thinking much of the fact other than quelling the need to speak to him before he left, Harold tried to grab the man’s shoulder and escort him into the room. If only because he didn’t want to disturb any guests.
“ I behaved badly, and there is no way I can make up for that. But I can‘t pretend that I don‘t care about you anymore.”, No, Harold wasn’t going to try and put any moves on Casey and Harold hoped the other man understood that when he chose his words poorly.
“ Why don‘t you see the perspective from someone else‘s eyes? When we first broke up a year and a half ago, I was stupid to linger around and wait for you. No I don‘t regret that we were friends, I‘m glad you felt comfortable enough around me to try and be friends with me. But there were things I couldn‘t talk to you about without ruining that friendship; chiefly, how much it hurt to wait for you.”, The man wasn’t trying to rub anything in Casey’s face, and even with trying to use his body to keep the other man from fleeing the premises, he hoped that his ex wasn’t getting the impression that he was still pining for him.
“ Who do you think I could talk to all that about? Cause if I had to keep all that bottled in me I know I‘d have cracked a hell of a long time ago.”, Harold was talking about Bella, why explain everything to Casey?
“ She knew you you‘re whole life, who better to ask questions about you than her? She encouraged me when I got hopeless, said only the best things about you…and I have no idea when I started to depend on her, or think of her that way…all I knew when she left was that I was a ******** mess; and you didn‘t even notice…”, Harold shook his head as if ashamed and glanced away to try and conceal the emotion in his face.
“ I wish we hadn‘t gotten back together. Because at first, it was everything I wanted…and lets face it, you only got back with me because you were scared of being alone. I had a year to wise up and get the picture and I didn‘t. That was my fault…”, because in Harold’s mind, their fluke of a second start didn’t mean anything to Casey…and Harold had excepted that it never would be as significant to Casey as it had been to himself. Not wanting to rub anything in his face, Skull paused to shake his head.
“ and the only reason I tell you this, is because I realized that Bella had an entire year of watching the pain I hid from you. Watching what happened to a person who waited for you…and I thought, no wonder she‘s scared out of her mind to answer your letter.”, Swallowing the emotion that had begun to build up in his throat, Skull found it too difficult to keep staring into Casey’s face and took a half step away to try and force more distance between them.
“ I‘m tired of talking for her, you, anyone. So don‘t think I‘m trying to fill your head with crap right now…you and her need to talk. But she told me that she doesn‘t feel safe at the though of being with you, and I knew…Its half my fault…for throwing all my pain onto her and having her try and sort it out. She didn‘t deserve that, and while I know she will think nothing of helping a friend, everything we do has consequences.”, Harold looked down at the ground before risking more pain in his chest by looking up at Casey’s face.
“ As much as I hate to rub it in your face, and I really do, I‘m not the only one that’s had to wait for you. It kills me to know what it feels like and willingly have pushed that on another person. Not just a person, a friend. A friend I cared so much about that I refused to let myself accept it. Of the two of us, I failed more, and I can‘t lie and say otherwise…”, Harold tightened his fingers around the handle of his suitcase, almost like he was clutching the bar in a shower to keep himself from emotionally falling over.
“ I hoped that getting out of the way would help give you the confidence to stop running…and being as the reassurance that I seem to give Bella is attached to me, then I have to go. Either way she‘s a crying mess…but I‘ve spent too long in pain to watch you go and see Bella suffer the consequences. It hurts me too much to look at you…and I‘d be less than pond scum to rob Bella of her life-long friend. I know how much she loves you…and I can‘t in good conscience stay…and knowingly break your heart as well.”, Feeling he had said everything worth saying, Harold walked forward to try and brush his free hand against Casey’s face. As if to absorb Casey’s features because he never planned on seeing him again.
“ I know that if you‘re here for her…when I‘m gone…she‘ll see that you‘re a fighter and that you won‘t treat her the way you treated me…So cherish her for me.”, Harold reached into his pocket to extract a letter.
“ I was going to mail this, but seeing as I read your letter. Eye for an eye, you can read it if you want to. But its for Bella…and I hope you can give it to her.”, Next, Harold tried to hand Casey his room key, and it felt more like he was trying to pass an Olympic torch onto the next runner.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2012 2:27 pm
Unfortunately for the raging beauty, Annie would have been sitting at that bar for far too long than Fang guessed she would have wanted. Not bothering to hide the smug expression on his face when Casey snatched the keys from his hand and darted away from him, the young man tilted his head with a complacent shadow overcastting his features. ‘ I wonder if she‘s in the bar…’, Unable to distract himself from thinking about that wild pixie blonde, the man looked down at his phone that he had fetched from under the bar chair at two in the morning yesterday night as if Tinkerbelle could magically find is number. ‘ She has to know I have money…’ Why else would a woman like that have felt no remorse in dumping water on his head? Trying to convince himself that another person couldn’t possibly care about him was surprisingly easy for the man to do…and after unbuttoning the top button of his shirt to be less presentable, Fang maneuvered towards the bar.
Unfortunately for Tinkerbelle, Fang did spot her from a distance away, but a strange sensation in his stomach forced him to watch the woman from a distance with a mild twinge of jealousy. The woman seemed to be reading a book, and it might be rather embarrassing to stumble into the bar if she had her sights on another man. If he knew ahead of time, he could formulate a plan to snatch away her attentions; but, it was best he be sure of a situation before blindly rushing in. ‘ She doesn‘t look like she‘s talking to anyone else…’, The man squinted to try and see if she had a water bottle on her person. Nope. Fang was almost disappointed, it was quite like someone stealing away his man-card. Never saw a woman less appreciative of an orgasm. Ha, that was a vicious lie, but Richard chose to ignore bad memories like he always did.
“ Now to go inside…”, Richard thought to himself even though his feet didn’t move from their spot. You don’t have a gift. Since when did he need to bring a gift to a friendly ********? ‘ She warrants one.’, quite stolen away by how that woman could moan, Fang bit down on his lip in a fidget as he looked around to try and find a suitable present…A man walked past carrying chocolates, but out of his usual norm the man didn’t snatch the box or offer to buy it from him. ‘ Chocolates send the wrong idea…’, thinking he could just buy her drink, the man realized he had bought her hotel room and buying another drink would be superfluous. ‘ s**t. Just go in there and nibble her neck.’
Watching the woman for several minutes in the dry hope that she didn’t start flirting with the bartender, Richard was at war with his senses. On the one hand, a place in his chest that he refused to acknowledge felt a possessive tug towards Tinkerbelle…and the organ in his trousers insisted on stamping that claim on her over and over and…
“ Hey!”, Fang could recognize that voice anywhere, and with wide eyes the man turned around to see the security guard from yester eve giving him the look. Being caught staring at the same woman from the previous evening certainly would be the talk of the entire hotel, and no doubt more shame to his family’s name; but, the man couldn’t do anything now that he had been caught red handed. Somehow, it just reminded the man of his failed copulation, so Richard just gave him a look right back.
“ Eh, whats up doc?”, Being an a*****e on purpose did not please the older man, who continued to glare at Fang as his fingers raised up towards his eyes in an: I’m watching you gesture. Scoffing through his nose like a territorial horse, Fang just leered at the man before walking towards the bar and stepping inside. Feeling all eyes on him as he entered the room, with the exception of Tinkerbelle and a few others who were busy reading or doing other things, Fang walked up behind Annie and moved his arm from behind her to touch his fingers at the rim of her beer in a playful mannerism. Stopping to show he wasn’t seriously going to snatch her drink away again, the man leaned forward to press his mouth against her ear and very calmly alert her of his presence.
“ Sleep well?”
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 12:18 am
Casey just wanted to have a break. A moment that he wasn't bombarded with one argument, mess and annoyance after another. What did it take to make this stop? Just go and find Bella to kiss her? Would that make everybody stop? What is they all were wrong? What if Casey was right in thinking he was far too late?
“ No. You stop it. You don‘t demand answers from me then leave. You want to know what I‘m ‘hoping for’?”
"Skull, leave it alone." Casey begged still trying to get away, but to no avail. On the inside the raven head felt like he was going to burst from all his emotions. Harold didn't see that of course... He was too busy arguing to see the cracks on Casey's hurt and shattered expression that was surfacing more and more.
“ I‘m hoping to help fix the mess I caused. And how can you expect me to leave well enough alone when all you do is run?! Like you have any right to get mad at my leaving or tell me to stay so that you can flake out.”
Casey didn't want to flake out or anything. He just needed a good proper break from this roller-coaster that was making him sick on an emotional level over and over again.
“ I do, I love Billy…but whether she stays with me or chooses you, she‘s going to be heartbroken. And if she‘s heart-broken ]anyway, then how can you expect me to be stay and rob both of you?”
So instead you rob her of you and pray for the best? Casey thought angrily and desperately as he stopped a moment from still walking on. For a moment he stared at Harold with an expression that could kill before he was unwillingly dragged to the nearest closet.
"No... Harold... Skull No!"
But instead of listening -again for the second time- Harold just kept going and talking and he had apparently decided to give Casey another news flash. It didn't quite sink in, but it was enough to get tears to well up in Casey's eyes. He was they guy they had to wait for... He always was the man they had to wait for, but he couldn't change it. Let alone he know how to change it. He never wanted to force anything. Yet, was he really that blind that he didn't see anything from the eyes of another human being? Was he really that blind? Apparently so, because he hadn't seen how torn Harold had been when Bella was gone.
“ I wish we hadn‘t gotten back together. Because at first, it was everything I wanted…and lets face it, you only got back with me because you were scared of being alone. I had a year to wise up and get the picture and I didn‘t. That was my fault…”
At the moment Casey grabbed Harolds shirt in a different attempt to stop Harold from talking, but his action was weak and powerless. That wasn't true... He hadn't lied... He did love his Skully, just not like he love Bella. Maybe he didn't want to be alone, but he hadn't lied when he said he hadn't stopped loving Harold and he still hadn't.
"Don't say that... please..." Casey begged again, but Harold just kept on stampeding over the raven's heart over and over again. Harold kept on talking, but it didn't really seem to get to Casey any more as his expression kept darkening and saddening. He was breaking apart right there in front of raging and mad Harold. All Casey could do was hold onto Harold's shirt for a support that wasn't there.
“ I know that if you‘re here for her…when I‘m gone…she‘ll see that you‘re a fighter and that you won‘t treat her the way you treated me…So cherish her for me.”
Casey stared up at Harold, his face starting to riddle with tears, but he let go of the man at that point his fist clenching, because Harold was really going to leave. He was really going to rip their Billy's heart out and leave Casey to pick up the pieces. Could he do that? Casey didn't think so. That's why he was angry, he was furious, because Harold had found a million excuses to justify stampeding over Bella again.
“ I was going to mail this, but seeing as I read your letter. Eye for an eye, you can read it if you want to. But its for Bella…and I hope you can give it to her.”
Casey stared at the letter with tearful eyes for a long time. After a moment with a lip quivering he took the letter, but the minute after he swung out to punch Harold. Which was probably the strongest action he had mustered since they had gotten into the closet.
"CAN'T YOU JUST STAY?!" Casey questioned loudly as he tried to rob Harold from his suitcase while he was dazed from being punched. Casey was crying though, tears flowing freely on his face. As soon as he managed to get the suitcase He pushed Harold into the nearest wall and even shoved the letter into the man's shirt.
"Do you think I can pick up the pieces for you? DO YOU REALLY BELIEVE THAT?"
Casey wasn't sure what he was saying any more, all he knew was that he needed to get out of here and away from Harold.
"I can't! I really can't! Not any more! What are you expecting me to do anyhow?" Casey then let go of Harold holding his head because he felt like he was going raving mad right there. That wasn't true though. He was just heart broken and he given up because of that. How could he be there for Bella if he was broken mess? Casey didn't know and now Harold was going to leave and make it all worse. He wanted to turn it all into a hell. Casey sniffled quietly and shook his head wildly, because he couldn't believe what was happening here. For a long while Casey just bit down on his lip tightly until it stared bleeding. He looked just like a little child who might just have lost his parents or his pet dog.
"I... Just..." Casey started, trying to find something else to say, but instead of anything more coming he finally darted out of the closet and ran. He ran from Harold and the shame of crying in front of the man like that. He kept running and running until he found the safety of his own room.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 3:19 am
─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─
Annabella was struggling with her decision to study for quite a long while, but eventually she managed to keep her mind on the book, the text, what it said, what it meant and how to remember it. Yet, after a good while -and managing to get through a whole chapter- the hairs in her neck seemed to stand up like she was being watched. She swallowed quietly looking left and right for a second, then shrugged, rubbed the back of her neck and went back to her reading as she didn't see someone in the bar staring at her in any way. It was boring, but at least it was enough of a distraction until she wanted to sip her drink again and found a man's fingers on it again. The arm attached to it seemed to betray who it was and so did...
That kiss...
“ Sleep well?”
Hearing Fang speak, no whisper into her ear, like that pretty much called back the masses of electricity back to her body. In a split second she held her book a little tighter -digging in her nails if it was possible- and pressed her crossed legs together a little more. Like she'd jump him if she didn't do that, but she really didn't want to do that. It would give Fang the wrong impression. She didn't want to show how badly her heart had been stolen away.
She turned around, a little too slowly to avoid being too fast, and found her eyes resting on the bare bit of skin of Fang's chest. She just wanted to reach out a scratch to man's skin possessively, but she didn't. She wanted to bite Fang's delicious chin too as her eyes went up and finally settled on the man's dark brown orbs.
I'm seriously not looking at him like that, am I?
She asked her own mind, but that definitely didn't help deny that she was giving him more than just a playfully lewd look. She was convinced that her possessive emotions regarding this man were also coming through. He had asked a question though and she hadn't answered yet. Before she did though she partially indulged her wants by letting one of her hand go out and curl around the top still closed button of the man's shirt and she pretty much made it look like she wasn't going to let him just walk of now. At the same she lightly craned her neck, her lips closing in on Fang's chin, but she didn't go for a bit. She just lingered some distance away.
"Of course I slept well."
She muttered quietly only for Fang's ears and she was sure she was tasting his pleasant smell in the air. She pouted her lips a little while she kept her eyes on Fang's, but she didn't think that was safe. At least is was safer than drooling over the skin of his chest.
"I'm just a little bit worried about this bottle of champagne I'd rather share than drink alone."
She lightly smiled and then she indulged herself a little more and set a rough little nibble on Fang's chin. Oh he tasted delicious still. With another quiet swallow she moved her lips to his ear to add in a juicy pleasant little whisper.
"You still have a promise to keep."
─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ Yours truely,_____
______________Annabelle~
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
