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Post by Asphyxia on Mar 14, 2010 22:53:43 GMT -7
The boy's head picked up before he caught the enclosed space they were encountered in, his framing taking an exaggerated and involuntary step backward, finding himself back up and molded perfectly into the wide circumference of the tree trunk. His arms sprawled underneath the frame of his body to hug the tree from his position but he found himself a little too late in that movement. Desari had promptly plucked her hand into the space they were so enclosed in and taken his hand before dragging him across the wide span of the outside grounds and into the entrance of the high school before going into the journey of finding his darker, twin brother. "But..." this new sensation of another skin in tangent with his bothered him a little bit, and the fact that the woman that was doing it truly scared him but only naturally, helping him to overcome the fear eventually. But now it had been different; Dara had been showing her abrasive, assertive side and the more it surface don her from the thought of Red, the more he became to dislike the company she was offering slightly. The hovered pause over the door kept him in a secure place where the reassurance composed him into believing that eventually he'd be free from her gripping clutches to cower where he knew he could have the reassurance: behind his brother. Snow nodded once in consent allowing her to understand that he had heard her words perfectly and had come to an understanding about her heated demands, but once they did get to find Redrose, the situation gave a 360 degree turnover into a fatal devastation, chaotic problem. The potentially problematic situation presented itself in just the looks both Red and Dara gave each other, and the urge to pry off from her hands overpowered his muscles but his body was too weak to rip himself from her death clench.
The twin brother had become alarmed at the sight of a fuming cat and an endangered, restrained twin. The sight caused heating shivers to coarse through his veins and spasm through his fingers with a crackling numbness. The overwhelming sensation restrained him in his standing position awaiting for the two to approach. "Well, well. It seems that we can't talk to each other without one of us being angry. What do you want now?" The muttered words came out in a flat ring from his lips. Her empty threats in using his brother in such a way filmed his vision with a red tint enhancing the colors surrounding his peripheral before his lips pulled into a tight line. "Let him go. I'll talk to you but you let my brother go." Each word gained him a new inch towards her curvaceous, feline outline before they were barely inches apart once again. Her heavenly face was hard to dodge. The naturally intimidating and harder features gave her the air of a desirable woman but a dangerous vixen. His eyebrows encountered in a little rugged scowl, his ebonies twisting around before falling on the hand she was still holding. "Don't let me catch you ever again with my brother like this, you understand, feline?" His own gloved hand outreached from his side and grabbed Snow's arm, pulling him into his intervals before securing him behind his frame. Scanning through him to check if he was okay, the vision fell with a sharp snap on the cat hybrid before upholding his shoulders into a perfect composure. "What is it that you wanted to talk to me about, Desari?"
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Post by Dara on Mar 15, 2010 0:51:12 GMT -7
The Redrose she found was far from the one Snowrose had seemed to describe. Had the paler boy been mistaken? Or was it one of those boy things Who knew. "I already told you I want to talk to you, alone" Desari was fighting her own temper, that and the urge to step back the closer Redrose got to her.
"Issuing little threats of your own now Redrose. Snowrose was perfectly safe. Him I wouldn't hurt ever."Her temper bubbled to the brim but instead she swallowed it down. Raw tempers were getting them nowhere fast. "I thought you knew me better than that, I guess I was wrong." The feline paused in her thoughts. She hadn't thought this far and what she was going to say next. "Just like a lot of things lately I guess"She offered Snowrose a warm smile, a thing that was indeed a rarity. It could even be the last time she had any interaction with either twin. The next few moves of the dice was crucial. One wrong mistake and she would lose her two closest friends in the school. Something that seemed was fated to happen today whatever she did.
"Snowrose Is there somewhere you can be, that's safe for you?"She asked kindly to her friend. "I promise to return Redrose in ten minutes , hopefully in a better state."Speaking to Snowrose directly was probably a sure way to make Redrose even angrier but right now she didn't care "If not there is always on there" With a relaxed gesture she pointed to the girls locker room. "And you can wait safely out here . Is that okay?"
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Post by Asphyxia on Mar 15, 2010 1:56:09 GMT -7
Red's eyes wheeled around in his eye socket before the fell over the corner of his shoulders, his head stealing the glance behind him to find himself staring at his brother for an answer instead of airing some saucy, snappy remark about how the woman that was going to want day give his brother a heart attack was stealing the job that was his to take care of. And like a well played mother, she executed the move with prompted actions, cutting a step further into his playing thoughts. But of all the things the cat girl could suggest as a hiding place, she pointed towards the girl's locker. As if Snowrose would be safe there. Being the most naive child didn't mean he was the most unwanted. Women did want a confident man, but Dara had been a living proof that something strove off different taste, taste that didn't quite coordinate with the personality being shaped up in this school. "Typical." Red huffed under his breath, letting his eyeballs roll around the free space of his eye sockets once again. It was such a girl thing to suggest what they only knew best instead of trying to remotely relate to more guyish behaviours. "Go get our table, Snow." His voice dropped down a few notches but was unnaturally voiced with a velvety air to sooth down the forming goosebumps on yin's troubled nerves. Once the dilated irises followed along with a circle the route his brother had provided to reserve him or them a table, his figure snapped back to the same composure, his eyes easily falling on her mirroring stare with a fixated glint. Red was torn between a battle occurring in his mind. He both loved and loathed her in a way. She was terribly irritating but she knew how to play the strings of his hearts to her content before he fell once again victim to her womanly whims. It had been this error that he always gave into and always fell from with an aching heart. But being a natural masochist at a sick game called love, Red always caught himself in the trap of her desires. "Planning on killing me?" His facial features became a bit bigger in zoom as he inched a frame closer into her territory only to pull back abruptly and swerve around her form before he found a comforting lean against the cold granite. "I mean, the only reason a girl talks to a guy in this so called privacy is because they either want to confess something deep or want to beat the hell out of them." The face dropped from his fixated marvel to the gleam of his shoes, his soles lifting from the linoleum to rock into their plants and give the lean a more comfortable stance. Without moving an inch of his body, his eyes sprang back to life, speculating from her feet until the ebonies found their destiny once again in her eyes, a lively squint tightening and deepening the new stare. "And I personally suggest neither."
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Post by Dara on Mar 15, 2010 2:41:39 GMT -7
"You know you could of said please" Desari rebuked him softly watching Snowrose leave. For some reason Redrose's lack of manners unnerved her. "He is your brother after all , not some dumb hound to order around you know" Desari waited to hear Redrose rant on. Her two choices where to confess undying love or Kill him. Either one would be an injustice to Snowrose. The one out of the three of them she was trying to protect.That and the sheer disqust he seemed show at either prospect. If this was what guys where like she was better of alone. As he finished his speech she slapped his face. Hard and sharp not wanting him to be able to defend himself from the attack.
"How dare you Redrose" She hissed. Now she was good and Mad. Suddenly the second choice of death wasnt so bad. Maybe a month or two of him in tartrus would at least cool his ego. But knowing her luck right now he'd be sent to the fields instead."How dare you! Are you that sure of us , that is what I would want from you."
Turning on her heel she took a few steps back.She needed space before she attempted anything worse than a simple slap. "Why should I want to Kill you Redrose? All it would achieve is sending you to my father, and from what I know he doesn't like Angels. I suppose Cerebus might use you as a chew toy If im extra lucky" She hissed finding herself pacing backwards and forwards like a trapped animal. " No the only one Id send there right now is that imp Eros. Beside if you are up here I could have far more fun finding ways of torturing you don't you think" Her first rant ending in a smile. Yes she could torture him in the easiest of ways, by befriending Snow all over again on the Yin Angels terms.
Having calmed herself enough she took two paces forward Her voice dropping from an angry hiss to a soft delicate purr. "Now for your second reason. Love...I think the only one having Love issues right now is you isnt it?" Another pace and she'd jabbed his shirt with her manicured Nail. Time to get up close with the Yang. "I think your Jealous Redrose because he, poor little Snowrose has something you dont?"Her soft manicured nail flicked up his tie. "Or is it that you want what he has. Are we a jealous little angel?" Turning once away from him purely so she could flick him with her tail. Letting it hit him, but being careful not to let him grab it. That was something she hated with a vengeance. Anyone pulling her tail. "I think Im right dont you Rose?" At that she turned once more to face him. "Now if you're done with the tantrums Id like to tell you why I demanded a private chat with you" Giving the angel a curosary few minutes to respond she contuined not waiting for an answer. "I came because our delicate Snowrose was worried for his big brother. I guess I needed of bothered you look perfectly control of your senses to me Rose. But he was concerned enough to actually call me down of a tree and to tell me yuo were upset. Thats why i offered the same courtsey of sending him off while us grown ups talk ok?"
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Post by Asphyxia on Mar 15, 2010 3:26:40 GMT -7
Red could taste the displeasure surfacing over his tongue, souring his expressions. In time, his face lowered to the glossed ground, letting the flecks of his dark, layered hair tumble across his cheeks and mask his chagrined features. Of all the things this woman had chosen to chastise him about, it had been to how to treat his dearly beloved twin. It hadn't been her who had endured all of his past grievances, had been his confident and had rocked him to sleep at night whenever he couldn't sleep. She hadn't played the role of the mother when Snow was too nervous to confront his mother as to not be a burden. It wasn't her that the frail little angelic boy had turned to when he had difficulty trying to understand something. Thanks to Redrose, Snowrose could get by on himself without having to rely constantly on him. The only reason the ashen haired twin always reverted to the same direction, seeking the companionship of his brother was because Red was usually the lifeline he relied on as a secure comfort, a comfort no other person besides his mother could assure and gift. Red had been the holding hands to his fallen moments and he was the one paying the price for his ancestor's set curse. "Don't tell me what to do, cat." Their bickering were kept into tunes and exchanges of a married couple but the words had fallen to a growled mutter from the fallen angel's lips. As his eyes picked up to finish the statement with a casual glare, his face was met with her hands and the sharper than normal fingernails scraping lightly against the forcing impact of her palm, causing the head to turn in the opposite direction from the beginning trajectory of her slender hand. Ebonies disappeared in the glorious moment of the clapping sound against his skin, reverberating into the depths of his not so hollow mind, causing the vibrations to rattle around his thoughts and successfully blank any retaliation brewed upon his tongue ready for remark. As his frame gathered back the slant of his body from her slap, his eyes skipped immediately to her, the knitting scowl reforming in hardened planes across his face while the rest of the skin creased and portrayed in the reforming planes of his bone structure, giving him the same intimidating looks as any other evil little villain from this school. An unusual itch gathered over his skin and it was at this time that the boy had been grateful that the woman had inched away. The overwhelming sensation was self controlling; Red had never desired to hit a woman as badly as the thought swam through his mind now. And however filling the idea was to find the immediate outlet for his simmering anger, he couldn't bring himself to bring a finger to a woman's skin with the wrong intentions like hitting her. It was unethical in his moral standards and encoded chivalry curse or not.
As Desari continued on with frivolous questions about how could he possibly think that wrong of her, her threats filled his mind with a gracious contort. The thought presented upon his vision played along in hilarious frames that only caused a hint of a smile on the corner of his lips. She couldn't honestly believe that he was intimidated by her, although deep within a part of him behind the portraying insanity, he really and sincerely was. The thought of being 100 feet away from her father Hades was mind chilling but as she continued rambling on about the numerous possibilities that this situation could take, her words filled a new direction and that direction caught his interest. His eyebrows became a slimmer line and at feeling the sudden relaxation, his features tightened once again, keeping the same angered exterior. She couldn't possibly think that was a threat, right? The idea of having her personality torture him warped his thoughts into an interesting scenery but the same naive intrusion plucked him away from such explicit visionary and brought him back spiraling with the realization that it was yet his turn to say something about this. His mouth had opened to spew away his witted remarks but he was backed up into the wall when his shoulders separated from the vertical marble. Once again, Dara kept him close into the space of her play-on emotions, puppeteering his heart strings in strange ways he couldn't fully fathom. Women worked with such a graceful way and had a natural persuasive mannerism of control that sometimes, even if unintentionally, they didn't quite understand the impact their course of action had on men. His abysmal ebonies studied carefully her quiet purrs and seductive antics as she moved in on him, jabbing around not only his skin but his thoughts, tossing them around like they were a toy conveniently made for them. The second jab to his chest caused his rude awakening of what she was really trying to say. "That's ridiculous, Dara. Why would I be jealous of him?" He disregarded the last of he words, they were a distant racketeering in the depths of his registering brain. What had exactly she gotten into that she got out this conclusion of him? It was her same seductive movements that brought him an inch closer into her, turning the play on around her and tried to force her once again against the wall, turning their roles around of who should play what now. His arms once again held the position, flat against the granite at either side of her while his body kept a skewed lean away from her as to not cause any unwanted tension that had already built up between the two. "Stop playing mind games with me, Dara. Your on the same terms that I am. You want something that you can't have." The harsh reminder brought his words into a harsher growl, rumbling into his mouth from the depths of his vocal chords. His eyes disappeared behind the concealing wall of his skin, trying to dissipate away the harsh reality in his spatting words. As his face once again inched closer into her, his eyes studied away and flickered back to her eyes, his eyelids moving closer into his ebony colored orbs, creating a cast down look although he was still staring at her. "We're equally played. So what do you want? I don't beat around the bush. Just don't use my brother as your bait or you will mark my words, Desari." His sentence was left to tumble in a gentle little whisper over her cat ears.
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Post by Dara on Mar 15, 2010 4:22:37 GMT -7
How had she ended up his captive once more? His body holding hers where he willed it? Desari was truly shocked at this predicament. "I think you are Jealous Rose, Crazy Jealous and too loyal to do anything about it." Rose wanted truth. All the cards on the table. He was going to get it from her, or better still himself . So far she deemed it safe to continue on her dangerous path knowing any minute he could return the slap, or do worse. "Too Loyal or Too afraid you pick Rose. You are the one playing Games here boy, not me. Not once have I hidden the truth from anyone And it isn't us that caught in the cross hairs, the one person who's hurting, and that's Snow"
As his face edged closer she did wonder what his lips tasted like. With a proper kiss not the brief interlude she had experienced earlier. What did she want right now? Redrose Crisswell to kiss her, like they did in the movies. For him to get the girl and they to have the happy ever , girls seem to dream off. None of this could she form into words. Truths that refused to cross her lips. "Nothing is belong our reach Rose. You only have to be brave enough to reach out and grab it. So you going to play the games Or tell me what you want" She purred seductively , turning the question on its heel and sending it back at him. "What is it your heart desires yet you deny it so harshly Rose?"
His ending words, the threat that hovered over her. A threat that had to be extinguished before she got burnt "Snowrose has never been bait, a beacon to bring you out of hiding, my prickly rose but I would never hurt him. He's too sweet for that"
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Post by Asphyxia on Mar 21, 2010 12:48:07 GMT -7
Red's speculating eyes scrutinized through her portraying expressions. She had a disordered defensive air about her mixed in with a certain curiosity he couldn't yet fathom. Although it had seemed strange to him this mixture of expressions displaying over the simple, defined shapes of her bone structure, there was a certain familiarity to the way the eyes gleamed and gazed; a certain longing with a spark-less depth. The first sentence, his ebonies had been distracted by the movement of her lips and the little shapes it slowly formed into, but past her sentence intruding already into her second caused a sudden impact of red to saturate over his vision and erupt a heat to his cheeks, coloring the fair skinned boy momentarily. The internal explosion was chain reacted and triggered the retreat of his hand before it slammed with exaggerate force against the wall next to her face to prevent her from speaking any further. It had been obvious that by this time she had already been done with her foolish, inane remarks. It were the cause of these words that he had to be wary of; these were the kind of persuasion women used to make men fall into their clutches easily and Red wasn't going to easily submit to her seductive web. The facade of her charm, however, coaxed him into an easy connectible gaze that mirrored upon her eyes, giving him that automatic gravitational pull towards her. His body wanted to feel the heat of her own body radiating unto his skin before closing down the bothersome inches between both their faces. The pull grew stronger, the stronger it got, the harder it was to resist. Blink. His feelings were at stake in a betting pool game, held by thick threads of white strings that were controlled by Desari's hand. The more his face inched a little bit closer, the more that phantom silky sensation caressed through his lips and left him breathless into a step closer toward her, almost movie-like appearance. Her mind control was snapped in an instant however, the strings held by her fingers slimming into single fabric threads that began to fade and finally disintegrate. His lips now at the peak of barely centimeters away from hers felt a small little caress upon his before his abrupt, hasty retreat was made over all from being near her, using his hand next to her face as leverage. His eyelids slowly came together in a squint while the tail of his eyes slightly squinted, defining the lining shape of his eyeballs, giving him a despising, glaring effect as though she had some acrid smell exerting from her body. The gloved hand quickly swooped back through the air and regained a perch over his chest, intending on fidgeting with the perfect assemble of his tie. "Don't feel so special, Dara. Snow might not have the guts to say no, but I have the guts to say that you're delusional. Wake up from your mumbo jumbo dark nimbus black hole you're living in inside that little head of yours," his hand lifted so a digit could poke around the darker locks of his hair and tap against his head lightly before they poked in the opposite direction to point at her. His hand recovered air before his darkly eyes vanished behind the thin film of his fair skin, tasting the chagrin welling up into his emotions before his feet gave a couple of involuntary step backward, further away from her. The feed of his ego was downsized by the stubborn chastise about his brother. "Snow is just worried, stop speaking for him. I know him better than you ever will." The words of his lower note tenor spoke through a wall of strain and a clenched jaw, his ebony colored eyes staring over her feet to gradually skim through the silhouette of her body until they once again settled on her golden eyes. "Stupid cat." His eyes cast downward to the glossy concrete letting his lips fiddle with their twins underneath, making the remark sound indistinct and mumbled.
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Post by Dara on Mar 21, 2010 14:03:16 GMT -7
Every extra minute Rose kept her here, it made her nervous. She didn't know what exactly he was capable of and there seemed no sign of the kiss that was so close yet so far. As his hand impacted with the wall she flinched. Desari could taste blood where she had bit her lip. The arid metallic taste made her scowl. Her soft velvet ears pressed against her head. She cursed herself for feeling afraid of him, yet wanting him all at the same time. If he wanted her silence then that is what she gave him. Watching his hands always as the left her and messed with his tie.
Each of his words where like knife wounds to her heart. Each cute deeper than the first.Only moments before she had thought he loved her, yet his venomous tongue spit out these dark words intending to scar her heart evermore. "I'm sorry" The words where but a whisper on her lips, hardly heard at all , her head drooping.her eyes solely on her boots willing herself not to get upset. She wasn't going to cry for any man ever.
The rest of his words dulled in her ears. Unimportant, nothing mattered any more. He was only mending his ego anyway. It was the last two words that mattered. stupid cat How dare he call her stupid!. Her head shot up, to stare at him. Her whole body was rigid with anger ."I am not a Stupid Cat Redrose" Her hand rose, ready to slap him once more, Her nail sharp this time she planned to cut him. She wanted blood, his blood. She raised it aiming for his cheek. Ready to strike , Ready to injure him , hurt him so he would feel maybe just a hint of how she was feeling right now. "I was a fool for you both but no longer will I be. I hate you, and I hate him. Satisfied now?"
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Post by Asphyxia on Mar 23, 2010 23:51:23 GMT -7
The whispered words were lift to trail off into the open for her ears to pick, but the undertone held another ring, a ring of a hurt lover, a double meaning of contradicting emotions. It was that of a treasuring pet name and at the same time, it was that hiding the truth and the real feelings felt, coaxing them into a stupid outcome like men usually knew how to do. Of all the defensive things Red could speak toward her, it had been the last two words he had regretted calling her, causing the bitter taste of remorse revolve around the acidic substance in the pit of his stomach before they erupted and inflamed up his esophagus, heating up through his vocal chords and throat. The sensation gave him a familiar tingle, the tingle of contents sloshing towards an exit. The agitated flutter of sadness that swept over his body made him want to run and vomit from panic but the weight of his feet felt suddenly like two iron bricks, keeping him frozen in his stance. With nothing else to do, his eyes cast upwards, registering in the emotions that were overpowering Desari's body and facial expressions. The sight he had bared only sickened his stomach further. Hurting a girl was never his intention but men never showed their emotions in such a sissy way; their pride and ego were combining things that spaced up into their innards, causing their mentality to freeze and gyrate their wanting responses into something women usually don't want to hear to evade a mental breakdown in front of the people that most of the time mattered the most to them. Averting his eyes somewhere else for a distraction caused their movements to sweep around and fall on her again, as if they were glued to her form. The words she spoke out of spite were a bare register in the back of his mind, well regarded for later reference, but her sudden change of hart caused the expanse of his iris and the few steps backwards from what the imagery presented in his head. The angry cat hybrid was sauntering with hasty steps towards him and her hand was ready to strike once again upon his face. Watching her hand lift in the air ready to claim around his cheek bone filmed his vision with the heated turmoil of before, the chagrin reminder of his feelings of wanting to hit a woman overpowering his arms. While one of his hands balled into fists, trying to hold the anger inside within his body, his other arm raised in the middle of her trajectory, his fingers wrapping around the circumference of her arm. His other arm raised in unison but stabbed forward, the hand holding hers giving her a rough pull toward him and the empty raised one swerved around her figure before easily molding to the small of her back, enclosing the spaces of their bodies. "Shut up." The grumble was left airy from his lips before they busied themselves pressing gently into hers. The swarm of relaxation and comfort was suddenly overwhelming, causing the firm clutch over her arm to listen and trail along the length to fall behind her silhouette and to her shoulder blades, making sure there was no more spaces between them, molding carefully into what it could fill. Everything from wanting to hate to the effervescing turmoil ebbed into colder chills that were replaced by heated blood pouring and rushing into the veins, pooling into awkward places, creating distinct blushes into his face and the rest of his clothed body. Every memory worrying him vanished into whispered particles and the world enclosing into his eyelids transformed into a black meadow where only both the cat and the angel existed. The contents of his stomach revolved into sloshing waves while a new euphoria excited him, a sudden elation pulling at his heart, the strings once again controlled by the power of her actions and the crushing, pulsating emotions conserved solely for her, the purpose he lived by going to school each and every day so his eyes could relieve by having even of smallest glimpses at her stunning countenance. Everything that was his revolved around her command once again, and everything he was was left for the two people who know how to puppeteer him best: his twin brother and now Desari. The kiss was a flux of proof that he was meant to love her and his reason to give her a change of heart was again his destined persuasion.
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Post by Dara on Mar 27, 2010 2:30:44 GMT -7
Alarm and fear coursed through her the very moment his body once more connected with hers. She had failed in the one action, she had wanted to perform. To hurt him like she had been hurt, to feel her pain. Instead she was his captive for a third time.A flimsy attempt to struggle, to fight her way free was defeated by the pull forward, the pressure on her back that told her ,, the placing and pressure of his other hand.Yet still it didn't register what Rose was doing, where these simple movement were leading. That she was going to get her kiss, the very one she had dreamed of only moments before.
"No I .."The retort began but was never finished as Rose's crimson lips at last claimed hers, her body melting into his.The grip on her relaxing, yet no longer did she want to claim her freedom. Her anger and fear melted from within, leaving warmth and confusion in its place. The warmth being for the moment the dominant feeling, leaving long soft purrs buried in her throat, a happy content tail swishing behind her. These few moments while they kissed , were just pure sublime bliss. The young feline, was in heavenly bliss for every second her fairytale kiss lasted, for every second there seemed to be just her and him in the world.It was a moment she wanted to last forever. To hold onto the sweet taste of his lips, the butterflies in her stomach, the warm buzz that seemed to run through out her body.It was in those moments she knew who had claimed her heart, which Criswell Boy owned that most special, sacred place. Her Prince Charming,Her sweet Rose.
As the kiss reached its conclusion, a niggling doubt buried itself into her muddled brain. Did he love her back. She had just proclaimed her spiteful empty words of hatred moments before the kiss. Every time they had come together this morning he had denied the very feeling he inspired in her now.Had it all been an act before, or was this to be the next move in a plan to hurt her. "Rose" His name was but a whisper on her lips bringing the kiss to its bittersweet end The confusion had to be dealt with here and now,even if it wasn't the time nor the place. The one question burned her lips, her throat, knowing as she did it would deflate their bubble of sweet happiness if he dared give the wrong answer. "Why" Why was this so hard to ask,simply because the answer could cleave her heart in two forever if it was a negative .answer. Her soft hands withdrew from his embrace, instead they pressed against his chest. She needed a sliver of space, to breathe yet her body refused to leave the space around his arms. "What did you......... do that for?" The words refused to be louder than a whisper as her midnight orbs gazed up to look at his face, surprised to see the sweet remains of a blush that mirrored her own."I didn't think.....you loved me"The second sentence was even quieter than the first, and a third, her own declaration of Love refused to have sound at all. Not until she had heard him speak, to see if he could tell her , he loved her first.Only then would she be brave enough to utter those three little words, that would confirm that she had her fairytale ending complete with her Prince Charming.
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Post by Asphyxia on Mar 28, 2010 20:57:37 GMT -7
Red's head swam along the abysmal shore of his mind, an array of romantic scenarios playing in his mind, each one taking a place with the girl sharing a dizzying kiss with. His body had relaxed, the hand carefully keeping place over her shoulder blade slid down further, inches away from his other hand on the small of her back. His heavenly moment had been escalating higher into the limelight until it came crumbling down when almost at its peak from the part of their lips. The tingling sensations had ceased, the agitated butterflies swarming in his stomach had tranquilized and the images only became a faint blur that melted away in an instant at the mention of part of his name that rung lowly in the back of his mind, registering only as subconscious state. Once her voice chimed in again, successfully interrupting his imaginative high-strung spirit, the urge to run and the kiss high had all ebbed away and been replaced by a sharp pang of reality. What had he done? That's a good question. I think it's called a kiss. His automatic sarcastic remarks responded in his head although his framing composure became a quiet relapse, the language part of his brain working again, shutting the emotional part of his mind. "I didn't think you loved me." What the heck was that supposed to mean? Women were so glued to their fairy tale moments, they completely disregarded the guys confusion. But Red also had a remark prepared for her at the tip of his tongue. Blinded again by his ego, Red took a step back, ripping away from any hold Desari had over her. The high pose of his eyebrows lowered, his expressions soothing to their normal serious mask, his eyes wheeling around pretending to ponder over these airy spoken questions. With a blank blink, Red gave a light tilt to his head before bringing it back, his eyes flickering with the tilt of his head and falling back on her frame, this time immediately appearing, mirroring her midnight blues. "Sometimes you women do not know how to just be quiet." His ebonies dodged around her frame to stare at the wall behind them, behind where he had been pinned to earlier. Men didn't have the ability to process emotion and language at the same time and they couldn't feel it in their words at the same time as women brilliantly could. Pride and ego weren't usually their excuses, just the way they were made by default. Red wasn't any much different, only he was an angel with encoded genes in his body and mind to only work alternately with power and mutated limbs, not psychological emotions or their intelligence. "So if I kissed you, maybe you'd shut up finally." A wry smile covered his lips. Although he had failed at pleasing women and not wanting to hurt them, he couldn't possibly just give in his emotions to her this way; it would happen every time they encountered themselves in the same situation and that wasn't the kind of relationship the fallen angel allured for if any. Earlier she had been mingling around desiring his twin brother. Red wasn't desperate for a girl even if it was one he liked. Now she paraded herself to him, trying to seduce him in a way that wouldn't work for his brother. It managed to work for him to an extent... the rest was enough to pull away from her persuasive abilities. With a small exasperated sigh, Red twirled in his direction, ready to walk away from her. He'd forgotten his sweetheart twin waiting for him in a table with their lunch. "Don't want to keep Snow waiting." His feet now pranced one in front of the other, trying to get away from her before something that he did want happened.
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Post by Dara on Mar 29, 2010 11:38:43 GMT -7
Desari let the soft sigh whistle past her lips. Once more she had been his fool. Falling for a fairytale moment for a Prince that was never hers. The last threads of her heart broke and she was sure somewhere her cousin was laughing at her. Love wasn't hers to have not with him.
She would let him run back to his precious twin. She wouldn't be following. If she could get away with it she'd cut school, go home for the day, anything but stay here and be his fool , be in Pain.
Leaning against the wall, that had once been her prison she felt ready to crumble"You're just a Jerk, Redrose Crisswell" Her voice a low hiss.The young feline had no fight left inside her. just hurt and confusion. She didn't want him to hear her, to turn around and see her left so weak and vulnerable. Two things the neko simply wasn't.Not in Public anyway.
The neko sighed softly as she let herself slip to the ground hugging herself.Desari simply couldn't play this game of cat and Mouse, not when her heart had been the bet, and it had been torn to pieces in the losing. She didn't know nor care if Rose had turned to see her, after all what more could the angel do to hurt her, not much by her reckoning. "You were a fool Dara, after all no boy dates his friends. Its in there stupid code or something. Loving an Angel was a fool's game, and I was the biggest fool there is" She whispered to herself, holding back her tears. No one had ever made her cry and he wasn't going to be the first. Not right now anyway.
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Post by Asphyxia on Apr 2, 2010 1:49:30 GMT -7
The angel had been finally prancing happily although his emotions were an unstable whirlwind churning still in the pit of his stomach, inflaming along his esophagus line and burning across his through to wash a distasteful flavor over his mouth. His ears momentarily picked up the unusual sound of fabric protesting with a prickly unhappiness against the wall nearest to his right, the vibrations sending a hair tingling chill along his arms, raising unwanted goosebumps underneath the concealing suit of his clothing. His feet stopped prancing on over the other, coming to an abrupt halt to glance over his shoulder, taking a last glimpse at the woman he hadn't gotten tricked over. The imagery he'd taken in caused him to turn around, her whispered, gushing emotions becoming a sudden blubber picking up by his slight heightened sense, depicting words from her fluid lip movements. "You know, they say when a person talks to themselves, they're insane." Her last words had cut some sense into him and the void cutting along the strings that had reattached to her puppeteering skills got him unnaturally wary and unpleasantly angered. A little wry laughter rumbled along the tones of his soft bass, emanating softly from his parted lips, an estrange look faltering over his eyes as they jumped in her direction, settling from laughter. His features shadowed a little bit, the lack of definition in his bone structure strangely appearing to give some accentuated edge to his angered expression. "You were the fool? You're so typical. But what else do you expect from such a vixen?" The hurt emotion slipped through his strained jaw, the distraught sigh coming out in jagged, breathless clips as he began to take step backwards to further intake a better, comfortable speculation of her eyes. His flaming stare burned daggers in the back of his eyes, the signature scowl molding and creasing in between his expressions. "You played my brother and I like some tool. You were some admirer after my brother who wouldn't even consider dating the most naive, pure-minded woman in the face of the universe and I'm your second choice? I'll tell you something Desari daughter of Hades, I'm no one else's doormat." His last spat was made with a normal emphasize, the words meant to hurt more than he usually and subconsciously made them pierce through her fragile little heart. A small hesitation beamed through his actions, but the sharp twirl left a whirlwind of air whip around his clothe and around his hair, causing it to ripple and wave with unnatural force around him, trying to disappear once again into the cafeteria and into his waiting, lighter twin whose expressions brought an odd elation to his surrounding and his moods, pushing everything that caused him chagrin aside and into a safe little drawer without a key. Eventually, all these closeted, high strung emotions would surface, explode and backfire.
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Post by Dara on Apr 2, 2010 8:32:59 GMT -7
His words where the thing she needed to discard the wimpy little kid she had almost become. Instead her despair was replaced with fiery anger. The pieces of her broken heart fed to the pit of lava in her stomach. Slowly she raised to her full height again to study him. "Insane or Crazy Maybe but I am no Whore" The words weren't hissed, just spoken cool and calmly. There would be no more hissy fits from her, no weeping or wailing either.
"You called me the Whore yet you kissed me, but then I guess that is just part of the double standards a jerk like you would follow." She shrugged calmly " Or do you kiss all your female friends,MM maybe you kiss your guy friends like that too. Who am I to complain or to comment on it. It is after all another difference between you and Snow. He would look after a girl.Not treat her like dirt like you do"
Taking long perfect strides she leveled with his retreating form. "Second place you flatter yourself Redrose try Last place . I would never love you.Nor would I ever call you or Snowrose friend again. Angels and Demons should never interact anyhow. You are lucky I am not like the rest of my family. I could make your life very miserable or worse Snow's"
Letting her words sink in and not waiting for an answer she carried on walking, head held high tail dancing behind she wanting him to see what he was missing. Not until she had heard at the very least an apology from the angel she would have nothing more to do with either boy.She knew she would never ask any of her father's family to upset Snowrose, the possibility of hurting Redrose was very real. The feline would just have to find a skoti or better still Phobeter, the god of Nightmares. After all everyone was defenses in slumber. She smiled and purred to herself as she plotted her revenge. Whatever it cost her would be so worth it. She would just have to ask her only connection to her father's family, her cousin Hermes next time she saw him. It may take a while but it would be so worth it in the end,.
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Post by Asphyxia on Apr 2, 2010 9:17:00 GMT -7
The angel came to a bewildered pause between her frame and his destination, allowing her venting purpose to hinder again over his tread. It had been frivolous enough that his attention had been cast in different directions until the word "whore" hissed through her luscious little curvy lips, spewing vile words of spite and bitterness. Her wonderful world created around her own ego centered somewhere around his and gave a gravitational clash that negated yet wanted to both mesh in conjunction. They were just pushing away each other in demeaning ways that either accepted and retaliated with a defensive parole each instance they had to insult each other. His eyes tightened with an emotional pang when the words kissed and love were mentioned in the same sentence. Although it was never impossible to women to create emotional ties through irrelevant things, it was the irrelevant things they chose that pained the most. Bile began to sting around his through once again, but his floundering thoughts as to how to respond to her new edge would be executed from. There they were, two individuals--one with a dumb high school crush driven in craze by the softening emotions of love and the other, not knowing what to turn to, making moves toward two distinct things that were potential possibilities in her book. Neither option lingering in sense coordinated with each other and thus these heated little cuts were produced more between the two. Anyone passing by would have thought that they were already married or planning to in the near future. The thought, at the moment, revolted the dark angel, twisting the already churning twists of his stomach into more rising, flaming bile. "Settle your differences straight, stupid cat. Snow can't even take care of himself and depends on me. What makes you think he'd care for a girl like a normal man should? That boy should never see the problematic, revolving hormones women really are. He prefers to be alone anyway than to choose a woman like you even if you were the last one standing on earth. As would I." His shoulders squared with iron determination, his jaw lifting in the same uplifted, pompous motion before allowing his arms to cross and tangle along each other in a fold. The word whore kept an unusual ring in the back of his mind, busying himself with biting his lips while he floundered deeper how he'd respond to that. The woman he had eyes for was never a whore, but she sure paraded herself between one option or the other as a decoy quite easily. "You know, for such a convincing argument," his wry statement was tailed by a pull of his lips from the pressed line they were mashed into, "I'd say that you got over your Snow debate easily when I kissed you, like if it was all you wanted all along. Yeah, I have all the pocketed right to call you a whore, Desari. But I didn't. Shouldn't downsize yourself in such a way." His head began to give little quaking shakes, letting the spike, dark hair ruffle along the lines of its layers, shuffling with ease before falling intact back in place, framing his features once again as they relaxed. The small pull underneath his eyes still denoted the anger slowly seething inside of him, but for someone like Redrose, his composure was well kept so far. The once again empty threats fallen from her lips didn't raise a chill in his body, but the mention of Snow's expense in the situation fired another estrange glint in the depth of his abysmal ebonies. The same growing desire constricting his muscles to hit a girl had risen and heated around until he could feel it wrapping around the depths of his bones but verbal spew was always best to hitting a woman. Another stab deep into his slowly mending and abused heart at her harsh words about love. While Red never really gave her a reason to talk about love, never said that he did or didn't love her, she took the liberty to mingle around the word with some toying reason. His plan to keep away from her venus fly trap of seduction failed before having the dawning possibility of mere escape. "You make your own stupid life miserable. Great use of power, cat." His cruelness was ebbing slowly, retracting into the depths along with the glowing embers of his heart; they were done with, his heart was already shattered into pieces with nothing left but ego to live for and his name to keep intact besides his beloved twin brother. His head turned around before sidestepping from her invading shadow in front of him, their frames leveled side by side, his eyes still glued on the table Snowrose was waiting on with curiosity and confusion twisting his graceful features. "Then stop playing with angels when you shouldn't, demonic aberration. While our feathers don't get clipped, your dark powers do." With that, he tried to make his last retreat, the words spoken through the silent disdain clenching his jaw in place, as if holding back more insults in store for her.
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