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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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 Posted: Mon May 05, 2014 7:30 pm
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Covered the carcass of time with flowers
To send the scent of blame to the grave
Set the darkest thoughts on fire
And watched the ashes climb to βπ’ππ³π’π«'π° π€ππ±π’π°
Death served wine for lovers
Brought from the world where π‘π’π³π¦π©π° π―π’π¦π€π«
And intoxicated angels with sorrow
They witnessed in the eyes of their slaves
π―ominic πΈontague
ππ©πΆπ±π₯π’π―π¦π« ππ©π²πͺπ«π¦, ππ²π―π’ππ©π¬π¬π‘
πales πational πuidditch πeam, π
eater
βEh,β he barely shrugged, if at all. He sunk deep into the cushioned mattress and fell in deeper with every passing second. A long sigh fluttered past his lips. Dominic found her bright eyes easily and searched them vigorously. Hmmm, he pondered. What if she's just saying that? Is that really what she wants? Wait-- what if she's testing me? He blinked rapidly, but otherwise, made no indication to his discomfort. So, Dom stayed silent. Her small smile comforted him; he leaned into every kiss. Those lonely nights were only a bitter, distant memory now.
A cold wind swept inside and a ghost of chills crawled on his forearms and across his bare chest. Then, conversation turned to quidditch and he gave a wistful smile. Hard as it was, he loved it. βIt was... I dunno? Quidditch? Lots of drills, lots of practice,--oh, and get this-- me and Cam are teammates with the Minister for Magic's brothers. And of course I missed you.β He laughed. She slid atop him and he laid a casual arm around her waist, relishing the sweet scent of her. He almost couldn't believe he hadn't realized who they were until several nights into his trip when he stole a moment to read an article or two of the Daily Prophet, saw the last name, and then it all just... clicked.
She was gone as quick as she'd come, tumbling across the width of the mattress until she fell with a small bump on the carpeted floor. Several joints popped in his shoulders as he pushed himself up to a sitting position to peer over the edge of the bed and offer a lopsided smile. βI missed you too.β Warm eyes bolted after her as she plopped beside him and tousled her vibrant pink hair, that made him smile more. Her voice filled his thoughts and he fixated his gaze on her and then...
Dominic laughed. βHonestly woman,β his impish smile countered her frown, βas much as you know I'd love the offer, sometimes you don't even act like you know you're a witch.β He stretched brawny limbs, still chuckling, and wrinkled the bedspread underneath him with every motion. βI'd be fine with an invigoration draught.β He said smugly. βAnd you call yourself a potioneer,β Dominic laughed in soft tones.
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Home Sweet Home
Early Autumn, Night Fall
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Posted: Mon May 05, 2014 8:20 pm
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2014 1:33 pm
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Covered the carcass of time with flowers
To send the scent of blame to the grave
Set the darkest thoughts on fire
And watched the ashes climb to βπ’ππ³π’π«'π° π€ππ±π’π°
Death served wine for lovers
Brought from the world where π‘π’π³π¦π©π° π―π’π¦π€π«
And intoxicated angels with sorrow
They witnessed in the eyes of their slaves
π―ominic πΈontague
ππ©πΆπ±π₯π’π―π¦π« ππ©π²πͺπ«π¦, ππ²π―π’ππ©π¬π¬π‘
πales πational πuidditch πeam, π
eater
His laughter had only drowned to the sound of her kisses; the entangled flesh and ravenous kisses always hungry for more. Pawing hands teased at her waist, fingered the cloth of her blouse and twirled locks of her hair until she had finally pulled away. He pouted, if only for the moment, but she only rolled her eyes and flicked his nose. βHey,β he snapped, brows furrowed as he rubbed and wiggled his nose. I remember when Gabe used to steal my nose, he thought suddenly. The memory soon vanished. βHmm, okay,β he rolled over on his belly and picked his head up in his hand to watch every swing of her hips.
Gracie vanished, and Dominic was left to his own vices. For a split second, he glanced down at himself, weighed the option, and decided to wait for that until morning. He rolled on his back and removed his tie, it dropped to the floor with a soft pat. It's nice to finally be home, ugh, this bed, and these clothes and the food, mmmm, the food.
'Boom! Aaaah!' The crash came.
And the mess, he laughed to himself. Once upon a time ago, he might've been worried. But more often than not, it was the poor house that suffered. Was it a bug that snuck up on her? Or did she trip and flail again? He knew he would never get used to it; the vampirism. The agility and speed and strength that seemed to make her even more clumsy at times. He could only assume that sometimes, she forgot too. He wiped his mouth, then rolled over and padded on bare feet. βGraaace,β his voice rung whimsically. Then, he appeared in the kitchen. One arm propped against the wall and head tilted to the side to be even with hers. βWhat'd you doooo?β But it didn't take him long to guess. βAm I going to have to cushion these floors?β I'd probably have to do the whole house. He thought and chuckled. He slipped the draught free from her fingers and left it to rest on the counter before he bent down beside her. βYou comfy down there?β
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Height: 5β8β β£ Weight: 169lbs β£ Age: 18
Home Sweet Home
Early Autumn, Night Fall
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2014 3:07 pm
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed May 07, 2014 9:17 am
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Covered the carcass of time with flowers
To send the scent of blame to the grave
Set the darkest thoughts on fire
And watched the ashes climb to βπ’ππ³π’π«'π° π€ππ±π’π°
Death served wine for lovers
Brought from the world where π‘π’π³π¦π©π° π―π’π¦π€π«
And intoxicated angels with sorrow
They witnessed in the eyes of their slaves
π―ominic πΈontague
ππ©πΆπ±π₯π’π―π¦π« ππ©π²πͺπ«π¦, ππ²π―π’ππ©π¬π¬π‘
πales πational πuidditch πeam, π
eater
βOh sure,β he nodded, smiling cheekily. βJust blame it on the counter.β To be honest, he was pretty ******** torn. On the one hand, if he coddled her and helped her, hell, he might just get lucky, but on the other hand, this is too priceless a moment to ignore. Even as her fleshy bottom lip pouted, and her eyes shone up at him, he didn't make any move to help her (at least not right away.) Within seconds, the droplets of blood were all that remained. The fresh wound had sealed itself, first blotchy and scaled in scabs, then the flesh stitched in until all that was left was gleaming, pale skin. He pulled his wand from his pocket and gave it a simple flick. βTergeo,β the sticky, red viscous seeped into the floorboards like quicksand until it disappeared altogether, while the spray in her hair seemngly evaporated.
βAw'righ' aw'righ', don't wave your hand off,β Dominic laughed. The callous of his fingers scratched against her palm as he took her hand, and then flomped down on top of her. βH-hey!β He groaned as she dragged him down. Maybe it was his fault though, his eyes were instantly distracted down to the wrinkles in her shirt and the curves shadowed beneath. But now he was face first, so, could he really complain? βMmmm,β he smiled, his cheek resting gently on her breasts. Why is she laughing? He grinned, he couldn't help himself.
βWoman, you've gone madβbut it sounds brilliant, and it's still not that late, if we hurry we could convince their arses to come 'fore they try and bugger us off to sleep.β He snuggled his face in deeper. βAlthooouuugghhhh,β he grinned wickedly. βYou do realize everything you've just said is the same thing, right?
βParty, club, dancing...β he chuckled, and fingers twirled locks of her vibrant hair. βSee, I knew you wanted to go out.β He said almost smugly.
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Height: 5β8β β£ Weight: 169lbs β£ Age: 18
Home Sweet Home
Early Autumn, Night Fall
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Posted: Wed May 07, 2014 1:48 pm
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed May 07, 2014 2:47 pm
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Covered the carcass of time with flowers
To send the scent of blame to the grave
Set the darkest thoughts on fire
And watched the ashes climb to βπ’ππ³π’π«'π° π€ππ±π’π°
Death served wine for lovers
Brought from the world where π‘π’π³π¦π©π° π―π’π¦π€π«
And intoxicated angels with sorrow
They witnessed in the eyes of their slaves
π―ominic πΈontague
ππ©πΆπ±π₯π’π―π¦π« ππ©π²πͺπ«π¦, ππ²π―π’ππ©π¬π¬π‘
πales πational πuidditch πeam, π
eater
ββoof,β he murmured, the breath escaping his lungs as Gracie forcibly tousled them around on the kitchen floor. Good thing I cleaned that blood, he thought meekly. I wonder if she knows she even hurt herself, he pondered. She certainly didn't seem like it. Robust arms coiled around her waist and hungry lips moved to meet hers; he could spend the rest of his life, right here, and enjoy every second of it.
The cool glass jar pulled him from his reverie. Blue eyes crossed to look up at it, trying to balance the draught. She was practically exploding, and he was only gone for a couple of weeks! Merlin forbid what would happen if he had to go for a few months! She'd probably go mental. βOkay, okay,β he laughed, and when she didn't move, he hadn't either. Maybe they'd just pretend to spend the night thinking of what to do, and end up cuddling in bed instead...He liked those nights.
A blur of pink hair pranced away, swung open the door and danced on the heels of her feet trying to decide if she should wait or not. She was beside him again in another flash of pink and spared him another little kiss. It only took him a few moments to scramble up to his feet with the potion in hand, uncorked the stopper to drown a few swigs to last him through most of the night. βHold on,β his trousers slid down around his thighs and he bounced up, hoisting, zipping, and buckling before moving on to fumble with the buttons of his blouse. βAlright, let's go,β he nodded, now that his 'pants weren't showing. Bare feet padded softly on the floor as he held out a hand to help her up. βHope they're not busy,β he chuckled. But it wasn't like he cared.
[OOC: Next Post at Damina?]
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Height: 5β8β β£ Weight: 169lbs β£ Age: 18
Home Sweet Home
Early Autumn, Night Fall
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Posted: Thu Jun 26, 2014 12:23 pm
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If anyone can make me a better person you could
All I gotta say is I must've done something right.
I must've done something right.
π―ominic πΈontagueππ©πΆπ±π₯π’π―π¦π« ππ©π²πͺπ«π¦, ππ²π―π’ππ©π¬π¬π‘πales πational πuidditch πeam, π
eater
βAaroo-rooo-ooo,β the little puppy tried to howl, but hadn't quite found it's voice yet. Her little paws lurched over her head as she tried to leap but she caught her long ear under one of her paws, tripped, and rolled. Her round, chunky belly up in the air as the petite basset hound wiggled against the carpet; her tail thump, thump, thumped. Dominic laughed. βArooo, ooo, aaooooww,β she whined, and only because he stopped petting her.
βWhose a cute fat little Marshmallow Smooorrreeees, yes you are mate, aareeen't yooouu? Yeesss yoou aaarrreee,β he cooed delightfully. His fingers caught a sensitive spot on her belly and she shook her leg, harder and harder as he scratched faster and faster until she stretched her little paw out until she couldn't anymore. βGrraaaaaaceeeeee,β he plopped the puppy up and rolled over, laid her down directly on his chest to scratch her back. βGraaaacceee,β he called her again. To be perfectly honest, he couldn't remember where she had gone, or what she was doing. Bathroom, maybe, or the kitchen, or something? He hadn't paid the slightest attentionβthe puppy was just about to walk backwards for Merlins sake! How could he miss it?! It had only been days since they've had the little girl but Dominic had spent every day-lit moment with her; he had grown far more attached than he would ever care to admit.
But it really had gotten lonely, and he wouldn't deny that he began to wonder what it would be like, to be like her, to be with her. But the thoughts never lingered long, they always abruptly ended at the same time; he can't. He just can't. The puppy began to wander, crawl carefully across his belly and then flopped over his thighs and knees until she was somewhere by his feet. Dominic was too preoccupied to notice. He sat upright, baby blues searched left and right, then down. βWhere'd you go? Oi, not my shoe!β Two big brown eyes batted up at him, she tilted her head and whined. βAwwwww, wait, no. Baaad. Baaaaad.β He booped her on the nose gently with an open palm and picked her up in his arms to coddle her. βRight? Is that how I train you? I dunno, maybe I shoulda' asked someone... Huh. Oh well.β He shrugged, smiled wide and leaned in to the puppy kisses she tried so desperately hard to give.
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Height: 5β8β β£ Weight: 164lbs β£ Age: 18
Home Sweet Home
with Smore and Gracie
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2014 4:45 pm
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Grace had disappeared to the kitchen for a moment out of hunger. A few moments later she returned with a wine glass that was most definitely not filled with wine. She leaned against the door frame watching Dom and the puppy from there. The look on her face was a mix of amusement, annoyance, and adoration. A strange combination if anything. She rolled her eyes as Dominic covered the puppy in love and affection and despite her best abilities it was starting to get to her a bit. She knew that while she slept all day he spent a lot of his time giving all of his love to their adorable puppy. She loved the puppy, but she wanted his attention too alright!
Silently she took another sip of her drink, calming her idiotic jealousy. Smores was a puppy! A puppy, and damn it she loved the adorable little basset hound just as much as he did.... She ran a hand through her hair and shook her head. She was being dumb. She trotted over and flopped onto the floor next to Dom, setting the wine glass down on a table away from the puppy's reach, before lifting the puppy off the floor and into her lap."Who's an adorable little puppy?" She cooed, scratching under her chin and glancing at Dom with a wide grin, before setting the puppy back down, who immediately wandered off to chew on Dom's shoes... while they were still on his feet, making Grace burst into a fit of laughter.
She sat back silently, watching him try and reprimand the puppy but failing miserably. Instead he gave into her and was leaning in to sloppy puppy kisses. She smiled and rested her head on Dom's shoulder, giggling as the Smores leaned in to cover her in sloppy kisses as well."You know... you should probably learn to train her if you're gonna be the one taking care of her during the day." She teased, sticking her tongue out at her boyfriend, before pressing a quick kiss to his cheek and sitting back up straight.
βIf I lay my нΡαβ down, will you Ξ±βΠΌΞΉΡΞ΅β
βThe way I can Β’βΓΈαΉ‘Ξ΅ my eyes ΟΓΈΠΈΞΉΔ£Π½Οβ
βAnd burn my Β’ΓΈΠΈαΉ‘Β’ΞΉΓΈΟ
αΉ‘ for theΒ’Π½ΓΈΞΉΡβ
βI see the αΉ‘ΟΡΡΡΟαΉ‘ Π²Ο
ΡΠΈ every time I fall Ξ±αΉ‘βΡΡΟβ
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Posted: Thu Jul 03, 2014 4:55 pm
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If anyone can make me a better person you could
All I gotta say is I must've done something right.
I must've done something right.
π―ominic πΈontagueππ©πΆπ±π₯π’π―π¦π« ππ©π²πͺπ«π¦, ππ²π―π’ππ©π¬π¬π‘πales πational πuidditch πeam, π
eater
βProbably,β he said, entirely unconcerned. βBut she always gives me that look, how do you evenβ?β He shook his head, defeated. He always knew he was a sucker, for girls, puppies, kittens, and anything small and furry, he was just a sap! But he seemed wholly flippant about not caring that he cares, because really, only that could make sense. The puppy scrambled in his grasp, she seemed far too excited to just be expected to sit still and be loved. She wriggled herself and clumsily flopped over Gracie to run to the nearest chair leg and just start chewing.
β.....Okay, maybe you're right.β He sighed. But instead of admonishing any sort of punishment, he rolled over and lied his head down across her lap. βI haven't the foggiest idea how, I've never owned a dog before. Have you?β He snuggled his cheek into the plump of her thigh. βCan we just make Dolly and Jupiter do it? I mean, they get along spleeeeendiiiidddly,β he lied so, so, so hard. βFine, fine, fine....
βWe'll just put the ruddy hound in obedience school, I see what you're saying.β He was teasing of course (well, maybe only partially,) but he knew he'd actually have to suck it up and start disciplining the puppy. Hell be damned if he was going to be the embarrassed owner of a spoiled rotten dog (as if he wasn't already!) By now, her little fangs had torn a mess into the wooden chair leg, all the while, happily thumping her tail. β....She just looks so bloody cute,
βLike you do, when you get angry.β He smirked, pawed up at her to flick her hair with the swipe of his fingers.
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Home Sweet Home
with Smores and Gracie
Summer 2026
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2014 11:04 am
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Gracie rolled her eyes as he gave into the puppy yet again. She watched in disdain, wincing slightly as Dolly gave a shriek of horror, as the puppy chewed up the leg of the chair. She sighed, and tugged on Dom's ear, pointing at the puppy, and the now torn up chair leg. βYou can't just let her destroy our furniture, magic or not, she's going to become a spoiled little brat if you do.β She refrained from mentioning the fact that he'd basically let her do whatever she liked and she had definitely become a spoiled little thing. ( she refused to call herself a brat even in her own head).
βAnd no I've never owned a dog. My cousins had half-kneazles but that's as close as I've gotten, and cats don't need to be trained.β She gave him a deadpanned look and tried to ignore the fact that he was yet again calling the silly puppy cute... even if the hound was absolutely adorable.
Suddenly her gaze turned angry and she swatted his hand away from her hair before abruptly standing up, knocking his head off her lap. His head bounced to the ground with a loud thump as she huffed at him and rolled her eyes before spinning on her heel and stomping out of the living room. How dare he compare her to a dog? She was going to murder that boy one day for his idiotic remarks.
If she had truly thought about it, she might have realized that he had said she was cute when she was angry and now she was angry and that probably had been his goal. She didn't think though. She was angry and he was a butt.
βIf I lay my нΡαβ down, will you Ξ±βΠΌΞΉΡΞ΅β
βThe way I can Β’βΓΈαΉ‘Ξ΅ my eyes ΟΓΈΠΈΞΉΔ£Π½Οβ
βAnd burn my Β’ΓΈΠΈαΉ‘Β’ΞΉΓΈΟ
αΉ‘ for theΒ’Π½ΓΈΞΉΡβ
βI see the αΉ‘ΟΡΡΡΟαΉ‘ Π²Ο
ΡΠΈ every time I fall Ξ±αΉ‘βΡΡΟβ
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Posted: Sun Jul 06, 2014 6:16 pm
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If anyone can make me a better person you could
All I gotta say is I must've done something right.
I must've done something right.
π―ominic πΈontagueππ©πΆπ±π₯π’π―π¦π« ππ©π²πͺπ«π¦, ππ²π―π’ππ©π¬π¬π‘πales πational πuidditch πeam, π
eater
He could almost feel her sighing above him, not that he could see or hear, but he could definitely feel the animosity rolling in heavy waves. Of course, when she finally did sigh, he was forced to come face to face with the problem as she gave a gentle yank on his ear. βI knnoooooooow,β he deflated rather reluctantly. It was decided then and there that he might intrude on the Magical Menagerie (of course he'd heard of the latest idle gossip between Wesley and the sweet woman who ran the shop.) To be honest, he would have hardly believed that the man would move on so quickly (or ever at all) but hey, even old men need to get shagged, he supposed. βYeah, same here, I suppose. Jus' owls and kneazlesβI always wanted a crup, mum never let me though, she...β he trailed off, and mumbled the last few words under his breath. Ha! As if that would help! ββsaid I wasn't responsible enough.β
And he supposed it still held true, even now.
Then his fingers was met with a sharp force and his head dropped to the floor with a soft thud. He hated to see her leave, but he always loved to watch her as she did. Hey, wait! His mind finally registered what happened, but didn't really understand why it happened. βH-hey! Blimey, what'd I do?!β He scrambled up to a sitting position, but she had already disappeared around the corner down the hall. βGraaaaaaacccceeeeeeeee!β He whined. βBullocks.β He huffed, scrambled to his feet and debated chasing after her.
He could play with the puppy, but somehow, he figured it'd only make matters worse. Decidedly, he snatched up her wine glass, held his breath, and poked his head around the corner as he hunted her down to the bedroom. βYou know you can't exactly hide from me, right? C'mon, at least eat?β She could be so damn stubborn sometimes! She'd starve herself if it meant she got what she wanted in the end. He held the wide rimmed glass out to her, the contents were thick and a small splatter had swished over the rim and it dripped down his fingers. βMon amour, why are you mad?β
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Home Sweet Home
with Smores and Gracie
Summer 2026
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jul 09, 2014 10:33 am
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Grace stomped all the way to the bedroom ignoring his calls. She glared at the wall of the bedroom. How could he compare her to a dog? She was going to kill that boy one day. She would never admit it, but she did have a few overreaction and anger issues though.... not that Dominic didn't have his own. In particular that one night when he all but tried to kill Virgil for liking her. She rolled her eyes at the memory and did her best to conjure up enough anger to really scare Dom into behaving. βI could easily hide from you Dominic.β She growled, turning around to face him and raising her eyebrow. She couldn't hide from him in their house per say, but she could always leave if she really wanted too, and it was an easy threat to make, even though she would never actually do it.
When he offered her drink out, she was very tempted to take it and pour over his head. Only to make a point of course. She was mad and she wasn't going to do anything he wanted her to do. Not a thing. She continued to glare, one foot tapping against the ground and her arms crossed across her chest. βDo you seriously not understand why I'm mad Dominic Montague?β She hissed. Slow decisive steps brought her closer to him until she was almost glaring directly into his face (curse herself for being so damn short or curse him for being so much taller than her).
βYou idiotic, obnoxious boy.β She shouted, poking his chest with a sharp painted nail. βYou do realize you just compared your girlfriend, ie: me, to a ******** dog right?β She shoved him backwards and spun around on her heel again so she didn't have to look at him. She was pissed.
βIf I lay my нΡαβ down, will you Ξ±βΠΌΞΉΡΞ΅β
βThe way I can Β’βΓΈαΉ‘Ξ΅ my eyes ΟΓΈΠΈΞΉΔ£Π½Οβ
βAnd burn my Β’ΓΈΠΈαΉ‘Β’ΞΉΓΈΟ
αΉ‘ for theΒ’Π½ΓΈΞΉΡβ
βI see the αΉ‘ΟΡΡΡΟαΉ‘ Π²Ο
ΡΠΈ every time I fall Ξ±αΉ‘βΡΡΟβ
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Posted: Fri Jul 11, 2014 12:29 pm
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If anyone can make me a better person you could
All I gotta say is I must've done something right.
I must've done something right.
π―ominic πΈontagueππ©πΆπ±π₯π’π―π¦π« ππ©π²πͺπ«π¦, ππ²π―π’ππ©π¬π¬π‘πales πational πuidditch πeam, π
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Her stance was defiant; she wouldn't be so easily swayed, not this time. His lips pursed tightly, the wrinkles cracked his features with the lash of a whip that deepened for as long as she boiled over in her thoughts. The roll of her eyes and quirk of her brow were not reactions he had hoped to find in her; but what else should he have expected? He didn't know... βPlease don't,β it was all he could think to say. He knew that the moment she was stepped foot out of the flat; she would be gone. His magic would not help him here in Londontown. It was her incredulous gaze that had sobered him, that made the guilt bubble over in his throat.
She crossed her arms indignantly as he held out her glass, his arm began to waver in the air and slowly dropped down to his side the longer he stared and realized she wasn't going to take it. The wine glass hung lifeless from his fingertips. He sighed inwardly. Was this going to be the rest of his life? Traipsing around the βwrong things to sayβ when in their life, everything is just wrong. She's dead, and it's just wrong. That he lives and grows and ages while she... resents him for it,
Was this really going to be the rest of his life?
βNo,β he said finally. βI don't!β The spiral of confusion and accusations was making him defensive, but he wasn't even sure why. The closer she dared to step, the lower he had to incline his head to stare right back down at her. His brows were wrinkled, and tilted up in dismay, trying to understand the reason behind the rain. But he was growing flustered, and short tempered, and all the more indignant that he hadn't done a single bloody thing to have deserved this. She pushed him, and he stumbled backward, trying to maintain his balance and not collide into the wall. His vision flashed, but she'd already spun away from him, and just like that, too. βJesus, Grace, I said you were as bloody cute as a puppy! It's not like I called you a b***h or anything!β He was at wits end. He knew it was quite possibly the worst thing he could have said, but it was true!
βDammit, Grace, would you just talk to me?!β
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Height: 5β8β β£ Weight: 164lbs β£ Age: 19
Home Sweet Home
with Smores and Gracie
Summer 2026
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jul 12, 2014 10:17 pm
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Grace felt a small bubble of guilt bubble up when the words slid from his lips. She always had a habit of hitting home with his biggest fears when she was angry. She never meant too, and she always felt horrible about it. He had to know by now that she wasn't going anywhere and she had no wish at all to go anywhere. She chewed on her lip silently and the near defeated tone his words had taken on. She was a horrible girlfriend wasn't she?
And just like that her anger was back in full fledged. That boy needed to learn how to filter his damn mouth. She narrowed eyes at him and grabbed him by the shirt collar. Without thinking about it she shoved him down on their bed so that he wasn't towering over her and making her feel like a damn nit wit. "You idiot boy." She growled, shaking him by his shirt with pure annoyance. "Out of everything you could have said, you decide to say the stupidest thing that comes to your mind and call me a b***h." She growled, letting go of him and mussing up her hair with anger. It was either ******** with her hair, or punch him in his stupid face, and honestly she probably would hurt him a lot more than she actually wanted too, if she punched him.
Blue eyes glared down at him as she dug a sharp fang into her lip. He was practically begging her to talk to him. But she was talking to him! She wasn't hiding anything.... besides that she was jealous of a dog. Which would sound like the stupidest thing ever as soon as it came from her mouth. A ******** dog. And it wasn't like Grace didn't like the dog, she loved the cute little thing, but the dog got something she didn't. The dog got to spend all of her days with Dominic when she would never be able too. She would never get her boyfriend's days and the damn dog did. It wasn't fair.
Finally she threw her hands up in the air and stared past him at the wall, pouting. "You like her more than me." She finally muttered, feeling stupid as she said it.
βIf I lay my нΡαβ down, will you Ξ±βΠΌΞΉΡΞ΅β
βThe way I can Β’βΓΈαΉ‘Ξ΅ my eyes ΟΓΈΠΈΞΉΔ£Π½Οβ
βAnd burn my Β’ΓΈΠΈαΉ‘Β’ΞΉΓΈΟ
αΉ‘ for theΒ’Π½ΓΈΞΉΡβ
βI see the αΉ‘ΟΡΡΡΟαΉ‘ Π²Ο
ΡΠΈ every time I fall Ξ±αΉ‘βΡΡΟβ
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