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singlikenoonecanhearyou Captain
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 Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2011 11:46 am
Without you, the ground thaws, the rain falls, the grass grows.
Without you, the seeds root, the flowers bloom, the children play.
The stars gleam, the poets dream, the eagles fly, without you.
The earth turns, the sun burns, but I die, without you.
Joyce was shaking. She just couldn't be modern, because this had been her life, this was who she was. She didn't know how to turn back, and she was too scared to. But she looked up as Bryce said sorry and was suprised to see tears streaking down his own pale face. Tears? Bryce? She would've never even thought those two words could be in the same sentence. She looked back down when Bryce was pacing, staring at her own knees as if she was guilty of some crime. She didn't know what else to say. Was there anything else to even say at this point? She'd never told anyone this before, but she felt like Bryce already knew this. She wiped her eyes and sniffed.
"I'm sorry, Mister Bryce..." She mumbled. "It's improper for me to get so personal towards you...I'm sorry to get you so distressed...please, forgive me..."
On the word forgive, more tears fell down her face. She didn't look him in the eyes, but she wasn't looking over his shoulder. Rather, she kept staring at her knees. She wanted his arm around her again, wanted a hug or some comfort, some shoulder to lean on, but knew it wasn't her place to ask. She picked up the pictures he'd let go and ran one of her fingers across Rosebud's face, as if she wished nothing more than to jump in the picture and hold her, dead or alive. Funny, how that worked. She hated it when Rosebud passed away, and didn't want to be a part of the photos. Her dead, cold eyes had scared and haunted her. But now that she was older and had been through it once, she just wanted to hold Rosebud again, no matter what she looked like. Her soft, curly hair. She missed her little sister more than anything else in the world and nothing, no one could ever change that.
Without you, the breeze warms, the girl smiles, the cloud moves.
Without you, the tides change, the boys run, the oceans crash.
The crowds roar, the days soar, the babies cry, without you.
The moon glows, the river flows, but I die, without you. 
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2011 1:17 pm
 í αm thє sσn
αnd thє hєír
σf shчnєss thαt ís crímínαllч vulgαr
í αm thє sσn αnd hєír
σf nσthíng ín pαrtículαr
чσu shut чσur mσuth
hσw cαn чσu sαч
í gσ αвσut thíngs thє wrσng wαч?
í αm humαn, αnd í nєєd tσ вє lσvєd
just líkє єvєrчвσdч єlsє ís.  Bryce listened to her begin to speak again, and this was where he seemed to lose his composure a little bit. She started to apologize, and ask for forgiveness, when he turned around and faced her. It was obvious that his body was shaking, hearing those horrifying things. He shouldn't have been affected this way - He had seen people killed by his own father, once, while he was young. It didn't phase him at all, and yet, this girl, with her stories of the death of her sister seemed to throw him into a state of shock, destroying him on the inside; Bryce had never felt so confused. But, he had lost it. Bryce came over to her, and crouched down in front of her again, and he took a hold of her wrists. He had never, ever sounded or looked so serious in his life, even with those ridiculous tears in his eyes. He wanted to get an important point across to Joyce, though. "Listen. If there is anything I want you to listen to from me ever again, it would be this. Do not apologize - ever - about something as serious as that. I don't care what kind of emotional state you put me into, but do not apologize about this." He kept a hold of her wrists, staring her in the eyes. He felt like he had to fix this, he had to help her. If this was the only way he could, then he would do it like this. Bryce stayed crouched in front of her, holding her wrists, and staring into her eyes. "I don't care what morals you have. This is not something to apologize about, and I won't stand for it. Do you understand me?" He had been shaking her wrists a little bit, but not too violently. His voice was shaking as he spoke, and his body was trembling.
Bryce let her wrists drop, and without hesitation, he reached his arms around her, right to her back, and gently pulled her into a hug, trying to comfort not only Joyce, but himself. He never thought that a hug would be comforting to him, but right now, human embrace was all he wanted. He leaned his head against hers, closing his eyes, and rubbing her back, very gently since it was still healing. He was still trembling, and it was obvious that this had shaken him up past any previous experience. When he let go of her, he looked at her face, and he found his hands going to her head, smoothing out her long, dark hair. He had never done something like this before, but he felt as if it were the apropriate thing to do in this situation. When he stopped for good, feeling as if the comforting was enough, he stood up, and stretched out his back. "Uhm... I'm... going to go pack for home I suppose..." Bryce was wishing so badly that he could take her to his house, but his mother wouldn't be home, and his father would ward her off in a heartbeat. If his mother were to be home, it would be a different story, since she was the only reason very few vampires visited his father. But, with her away for the holiday, Bryce and his vampire family could enjoy themselves.
Bryce turned to go to his dorm, wondering how his break would be. For some reason, he had a feeling that without Joyce, his break wouldn't be nearly as enjoyable.
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singlikenoonecanhearyou Captain
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2011 1:25 pm
Without you, the ground thaws, the rain falls, the grass grows.
Without you, the seeds root, the flowers bloom, the children play.
The stars gleam, the poets dream, the eagles fly, without you.
The earth turns, the sun burns, but I die, without you.
Joyce nodded solemnly at his words, tears still falling, but she looked at his eyes. He really meant it, she knew it. He meant every word. How could she have ever been mad at him? When he let go over her arms where was a moment when she wanted to just hug him, but he took the first step and her eyes widened. She disregarded the thoughts spinning in her head about boys and girls not touching and just hugged him back. The only emotional time in her life that compared with this was Rosebud's death. She just loved the feel of his warm arms protecting her. When he let go and said he was going to pack, she was frozen for a second. She regained her composure as best as she could and scribbled down her address on a spare bit of parchment and pressed it into his hand.
"Visit me anytime, Bryce." She said with a watery, fragile smile. But it was still better to see than a frown. She gave him a very quick hug and ran upstairs to her own dormitory, the pictures in her hands. She was going home, but somehow, it didn't feel the same. She didn't really want to go. She knew she'd be going back to the proper ways, and while that was all well and good, she wanted to smile. She wanted to laugh. Just every once and a while. It wasn't who she was...but around Bryce, she wasn't herself, either.
Without you, the breeze warms, the girl smiles, the cloud moves.
Without you, the tides change, the boys run, the oceans crash.
The crowds roar, the days soar, the babies cry, without you.
The moon glows, the river flows, but I die, without you.
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2011 8:02 am
Bobby Grimmjow - 3rd year Hufflepuff Bobby woke up on Christmas day and looked at the end of his bed. There was a pile of presents at the end of his bed. They were all from his dad since him and his dad lost touch with everyone else. He opened the first one which was flat and rectangular. It had weight to it and it was thick. When he finished he saw that it was the new potions book he wanted. With a smile he grabbed the next one that was medium sized. Inside was an extra large broom servicing kit which would come in handy with taking care of his broom. The third gift was a huge box filled with all sorts of treats like Botts every flavor beans, sugar quills, chocolate frogs, licorice wands, and 20 other kinds he'd never tried before. His smile was getting bigger as he unwrapped his gifts. He got a bunch of things from Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, some new robes, and even some more Hogsmeade money. When he was done, he smiled at his gifts and got up to get some Christmas breakfast. ((It's tough when your mum abandons you when you're a baby. But what can you do when she's a Giant and you're too small? Picture at 8 years old --> wink )
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