;;xx so lets play doctor, babe

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without giving away the entire ending,
I've ruined the evening again


;;oh darling, could you possible call her a sinner, no selfish seemed more suited, that she had expected someone? oh yes, such selfish thoughts were devouring her mind, leaving her expecting that someone would show up, and to add to that achievement, in a short, passable time. yes dearie, it seemed it was getting to her head, pulling at her strings for the mere thrill of it. but it was addictive, oh very so, to have that clear, sharp view, to see yourself sitting up on the world, crown and all, while all the rest worshipped you. no, that was perhaps too far, but yes, she had sharpened the view slightly, and had rose an inch of the ground of ‘losers’, left them choking in the dust she had stirred.
oh yes, this bullet was an inch in her head.

she wasn’t beautiful. perhaps, if your vision was a little blurred, or you hadn’t seemed any other deltoid for a while, you could call her something of that sort. oh, yes darling, there was a chance she had been beautiful, but life had push and pulled at her, til she was no more then a frail, weak-looking embodiment. those light, azure eyes were hollow to an extent, a blankness that chose to reserve its time to thoughts. but there was also that thin line of amusement, and if spheres could smile, then perhaps there would be a thin line of one. her ribs gapped at her skin, as did a majority of her bones, giving that frightened, starved look, something that hindered her to an extent. and then there were the scars that lined her deltoid, the fresh and the old, each telling a little secret, sharing a little bit of past history that she tried so desperately to remove, to forbid from coming near her again.
but it was a ghost and #### it, it had set its mind long ago to haunt her.
and #### it again, it was doing a grand job.

her own mind was scared, and perhaps if one had the cuts to tear it from her body, and washed away the blood that would seep from her indented wounds, they would see the scars, the pain that she was choking on underneath that tainted smile and those witty words. oh yes, it haunted her, prodded at her when her mind slipped and fell into those small daydreams, the ones that revealed your deepest darkest secrets. then, and only then, her mind would prowl, and would distort her, tugging at her famous strings that all wished to pull at. and like her history, at times her own god ####ed mind would haunt her.
yes, how amusing, seeing her at her weakest points.

and some days, that past, it would reduce her to tears, then other days, screams. but a majority of times, merely a thin line of hatred would cross her façade, and that could be all that could be seen at first glance. at a second, they would see that determined set of jaw, that fury, but at the same time the hollowness in her spheres, with the tense set of her body. either way, on either day, it got to her, and god #### it, it hurt more then what words would say.
I guess we just grew up. that love, that happiness, it’s all gone; we’ve both changed too much, far too much. I guess what I’m saying is a simple farewell, black mystery, and hopefully, our paths shan’t cross again, for it seems it’s too much that either of us can bear.
oh dear, what the hell had she been thinking on that day?
#### it, who knew?

an innocent call interrupted her thoughts, sending them spiralling through her hollow mind. she stood, pools glazed over, that hollowness devouring her whole voids, no, her own soul.iIt stung, suddenly, and she regretted ever thinking. a sharp breath was drawn in, as if someone had suddenly stabbed a knife into her side, and she was trying to smother the cry of pain. a small, weak cough fell into the atmosphere after that, attempting to smother what had just been exposed. Oh yes, lets take a look at our weak side, shall we?
That side that had fallen to stories about hips and heart; that amusing side.

but she pushed it behind, locked it behind the bars of her own heart, her insanity. her eyes remained hollow, weak, and her façade was drenched in blankness. absentmindedly, they danced upon there sockets, drawing in the eerie loneliness of the land. oh, how sad, how bloody morbid. depressing, if you ask me. and she was craving attention, to reduce her thoughts, amuse her in another way then picking scabs from healing wounds. there we go; the sole reason why our little girl was such a ‘social butterfly’.
stuff that.

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[|Railynn|]

[hmm...I'm thinking Tomorrow might make things interesting...but idk. what do you think?]

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ooc - hahha. yesss. Tomorrow sounds like a good idea. xD

[|Railynn|]

okay then xD this should be interesting. when i get back from school i'll add him and post =]

[|Railynn|]

And how must this begin? Oh, but surely, he would have thought of that by now. Gained his land, he had, although a different setting than the last time. He had vowed to let those memories, both good and bad, rest without his presence among their birthplace: his old home. So what was his business here? Did the thought wander across his mind that simply a mare would heal wounds, bring a new smile to his facade, bring life back into his orbs? no, he knew this for sure: only one could do that. That was his Secret [-.o], never to be spoken unless she came along. But then, how likely was that?

So now he walked, wondered, through a land he had scarcely entered previously, a land he had never needed. His walk seemed to be slowed, his dome lowered, as if with age. There was less confidence, less purpose with each slow step he took. His orbs rested on nothing in particular, just drifted lifelessly ahead, vision barely registering in his mind.

How had he become like this, you ask? Once a strong, confident leader with much to live for, and now a thinned, hardened, bitter czar with no purpose for his actions. Well, time had not done it. Age has little to do with his current condition. His physical and mental state are a result of his experiences, and his prodding memories. They had pulled him deep into this state of lifelessness. Those experiences, or rather, single experience...was that of a loss. How? When? He did not know. Those memories had long since been willed away from his mind. He did, however, remember her, and every moment he had spent with her. Oh, yes...that part, he remembered.

And so now, as he moved slowly over the ground below him purposelessly, his mind recalled those memories so dear to him, and they were the ones that caused him to stop. His pillars froze in place, orbs closed slowly, and a single tear ran from his eyelid, falling to the already moist ground beneath him. Now he merely stood, alone and wishing to die. This was what he had become. A faint cough was heard somewhere nearby, one of a weak animal. His lobes didn't bother to perk at the disturbance, and he didn't pay any mind to it. He simply stood with orbs closed and mind open, reliving memories from so long ago...

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without giving away the entire ending,
I've ruined the evening again


;;I don’t think things would return to normal, darling.
and darling, I mean that in the nicest possible way, but there was hardly a chance it would. it was a fact. the truth never hurt, did it now?
d**n it, why even bother pretending? there was no point, there was no purpose, no reason. it would be a lie to smile, too laugh all this off. because honestly, I don’t think she would ever recover, not from all you had put her through. and to add to that, all she had put herself through. all the tears, all those heartaches, they wouldn’t heal. not now, not ever.
so darling, just give up.

but things weren’t going to be changed that much. somehow, through all this, there was still secret, as vain and as careless as had always been before. there was still that gut twisting smirk, those same harsh, coarse words. it was still al there, it was just, different. there wasn’t that same light, that same bounce, that same life. it had been drained, washed away, sent to hell on a good note. but who even gave a d**n, these days? who was going to notice that anything had changed, that something had been lost in those azure pools of the fool dubbed secret. no one. no one gave a d**n. except perhaps…
oh sweetheart, I just live to pull at your strings. there we go, why don’t we pick at that scab instead.

and I was right, of course. it was without even hesitation, did she pour into that scab, like a wolf who hadn’t eaten for god knows how long. but I don’t think this is what you call a scab, its bigger. and god knows what words I’d use to describe that. but it was there she stood, azure spheres clouded over, all her thoughts lost to reliving all those days, all those moments, with him. her heart, at that point, tore off its chains, and lost itself in the past, sending a burst of sudden emotions. it was so sudden, so vile, that she felt her very own gut curl and twist, and a gasp was released, heart wrenching to a point, like the sound someone would make if they had just been stabbed in the gut.
sweetheart, she’d just been stabbed in the heart.

confusion, fear, love, hate. they surrounded her, tugging tightly on her own body, her own mind, sending a shiver down the back of her spine. she stood, heart pounding in her chest, banging against her lungs, her ribs, till she swore they would burst into a million of pieces, and all those feelings, all those vile, tormenting feelings, would be somewhere everybody could see. and sweetheart, it doesn’t help.
a small whimper was released, a small sign of what hell was breaking loose in the inside, then she stood, dome raising slightly, expressing that good ol’ pride. but the movement was slow, dragged on, and whoever saw it, couldn’t even be fooled out of the corner of their eye. she folded it up then, and azure pools clouded over, and mind was lost in the thoughts that had leaked in.

moments slipped by after that, untamed and carefree, and a sense of eerie calmness slipped over her. and sweetheart, I meant eerie in the most nicest way. but it was. there was a calmness, as if time had suddenly stopped, and all worry had drained from her face, that it almost seemed unnatural, impossible. I guess that our dear secret had just done something that had been classed ‘impossible’, at least, you’d think so after the tempers she’d thrown. oh but darling, we’re all about the future, living in the moment.
because suddenly, over night, she’s going to forget all about you, about all those things you said, that you’d done.
its such a shame we don’t believe in miracles.

and somehow, through our eerie calmness, she was alert. no darling, she ain’t superman, but through those dead spheres, she managed to see.
perhaps she was superman.
from almost the corner of her eye, a small flash of colour was spotted, a sort of blurred grey shape. it wasn’t til titan was dipped to the side solemnly, as if there was something she was trying to rid from her head, did the shape began to sort of develop, in a sense. it was hardly, of course, just a lone figure in the mere distance, but it caught her attention, nether less. dome was twisted, nape turned, and hawks perked in the vague direction of the embodiment.

so she moved.
it was a bleak and as blunt as that, for the beauty, the grace she once held, was lost. it had been drained away from her, and it hurt. but not badly enough to distracted her, of course not. there was a small hobble to, a small twist that should never have been there, but it was stubbornly ignored. her walk was purposeless, there was no reason. sweetheart, there wasn’t even purpose in life now.

no vision registered in her dreamer box, nothing caught her attention, as her mind continued to swirl in images of the past. her heart still throbbed, and about half way, she lost all thought of what she had been doing. it was from that point sweetheart, she became a typical sleepwalker, dazed and confused. and yet, at the same time, she was at home, lost in everything she had ever wanted.

it was oh so pointless.
it wasn’t till later, did she regain her sense of whereabouts, did her mind look outside the bars it had contained itself to. lifeless azures danced upon their pockets, drawing in the land she had once came to love. it was hell now, darling. they flickered across old landmarks, across everything that she had once known, and she felt her heart swell up in her mouth, and give a small tug, till everything collapsed. there was another whimper, it was almost a habit, and nape was turned east-wards, drawing away from all familiarities. only to be greeted by something far worse.

there he was.
there was nothing more to it, and if there had been, words couldn’t even begin to describe it. her heart pounded in her throat, and her legs trembled, until all sense of touch, all sense of feeling, was drained away. suddenly, all she could feel was sudden emotions suffocating her in their typical way. there was fear, there was love, hate, pain, hurt, joy. there was so many, too many, that her head began to throb and her heart loose all sense of control. it was slowly, appendages trembling underneath all the weight that suddenly conquered her, did she take a slow step towards him, gaining a mere inch over the five metres afar he was. but she couldn’t take another step. it seemed too far, too exhausting, and her mind trembled in fear. suddenly, she didn’t even know he existed. it was her mind playing tricks on her, she swore. not enough food, not enough water, too much heat, too much despair. this was simple her body’s way of getting back at her, god d**n it. sweetheart, she wasn’t about to be dragged along behind.

“go away. go away.”
she crocked, her voice wavering as it touched the atmosphere. it was a small whisper, a small, hurt whisper, but audible to him, no doubt. there was an eeriness in her voice, a small sound that lead to thinking she hadn’t talked to someone for a while. basically darling, it lead to the truth.
“I don’t want you here. go away. I didn’t say you could come,”
he was everything she wanted, everything she had dreamed about. and suddenly within a heartbeat, she begun to hate him. she didn’t trust herself, she didn’t even trust the fact he was here. and she didn’t want him here. she was here first, this was her place. he had her wrapped around his thumb already, he had invaded her head, her heart, her soul. he took away everything she could possibly give up, that grace, that beauty, and now he was trying to take back what little was hers. her pure sanity.

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[|Railynn|]

"Goodbye..."

The word brings memories that tear at me, knawing at my sanity and smirking at my attempts to push the tantalizing thoughts from my mind. Instead the thoughts remain, there is no relief provided. So why? Why must things be this way? I so long for some familiarity. I want things to be the way they were. The truth, as you call it, does, infact, hurt. But is it the truth? Or did I sense some joy in those eyes...

Oh, how I long for that. How I long to hear that voice again. Don't stop talking, my dear...

The silence I once craved is now the dreaded enemy. I cannot simply stand in the midst of it; I must hear your voice again. The words do not matter, I'm sorry, but I couldn't leave if I tried. I couldn't remove my orbs from yours now, no, I'm too lost within them.

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And so now two orbs from a tall, dark stallion are flicked suddenly open by the voice of a mare who looked unhappy, maybe distraught. The dark orbs locked onto hers, just as they had so long ago, the first time they had met. But now they were not glassy, not bloodshot, not tired looking. They were full of life and wonder, surprise, amazement.

He stood, frozen in his place, unable to move or blink. Maw was tense and slightly opened, ears pricked, and dome raised high and alert. He need not even ask himself if he were dreaming. So many times his dreams had fooled him and brought him to this very place, showed him a vision of this very moment. But he wasn't merely watching the event this time. This was real; he knew it, for he couldn't hear her voice that way in a dream. He wouldn't feel as if his heart would explode with joy and wonder in a mere dream.

After a few moments of just looking into her eyes, he slowly regained feeling in his limbs, oh, but was that possible? Slowly he edged forward, needing to be closer to her, wanting to comfort her and cry with her and just simply be with her. He knew something had changed, and he knew why. Something had changed with him as well; he was not the same beast. He needed her. And he simply wouldn't let her go again, ever.

He wanted to talk. He wanted to say something, she, after all, deserved it...some explanation of why here was here, how he had found her, where he had been, what had happened... but the truth was, he didn't know. His mind provided no thoughts, no recollection, no knowledge of the past or anything...just wonder at the present moment. He could think of nothing to say. He only wanted to be closer, but he had managed only to close in a few inches. He recalled her words to him before, and willed her to take them back, but then again...not her voice, not his life, he wanted so badly to hear her voice again, just once more, please, please...

His orbs bore into hers once again, his gaze pleading with her, showing her his compassion and his desperate desire to hear her perfect voice. He only wanted to listen to it again. Nape stretched and pointers stood alert still, listening for something, anything.

And finally, oh yes, after a long while, his maw began to move, he could find words to say, although not much. He just pleaded with himself to say the right thing, to not mess this up.

M'dear...oh, Secret...how I've missed you. Please, please, just speak again...

And that was all he could muster, for the time being. Twas all he knew to say. All he wanted to say...his vowels merely disturbed the perfect atmosphere. Hers accented it, blended in yet stood out among it, portraying her melodic secrets and her beauty.

No matter what had happened to her, she was still as beautiful now as when he had first met her. Her scars were merely signs of strength, her right to show her weariness coming along with her struggles. She didn't deserve it; she didn't deserve to have to struggle. But she dealt with it so well, and she came through, so strong. Unlike him. She was so perfect, so beautiful, he couldn't compare. No one could. Not with Secret.

He had met his struggles with weakness, and had grown bitter because of them, but she still held her same attitude, although she was worn. But who wouldn't be? In fact, who wouldn't be dead in her situation, had it not been Secret herself? No one. No one could come up with the type of strength that Secret had. She and she alone could fight those battles, face those realities, and win. She was the only one…and he loved her so much. He couldn’t see why he had survived for so long without looking into those orbs, hearing her famous voice, inhaling her precious scents.

So, do you think, after all of this said and done, it could ever be the same? I only want to love her...that's my only intention. I love her. I want to share my life with her. I don't know what separated us before, but I won't let it happen again, I promise. There's no way that I could. I just want to be with her like before. Forever. No more empty, to-be-broken promises. No more fake smiles and fake words...only the truth. That's what I want, and that's what I'll give. So what do you think? What do you say will happen? I can only hope it will end with us, together...but who controls that? I cannot say. I can only hope that things will work out. So let's try. Let’s try to breathe, let's try to walk, let's try to cry, and then, just maybe, we can try to love again...[/color][/font][/center]

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without giving away the entire ending,
I've ruined the evening again


;;words couldn’t even begin to describe this moment, it was pointless to even tr. words couldn’t begin to describe the way her heart pounded in her throat, the way that shiver of joy ran down her spine, the way her spheres seemed to just fall on him. there was no words, no perfect way of describing all of this. it was breathless, magical, the sort of thing you saw in fairytales, everything you dreamt about. this was her fairytale, with a bit of a twist, but it was hers.
because suddenly, everything she wanted, was here in front of her.

she couldn’t breath.
her head felt heavy, the world seemed to spin gently and her gut twisted within her galleon and her acoustics seemed to take in everything, and yet at the same time, nothing.
she wasn’t sure wether to trust this, she felt her heart tore in two at the thought. this wasn’t real, this couldn’t possibly be true. there had been so many dreams, so many times she had felt so close to him, only to wake up, and have nothing. there was nothing at all. but there was something that nagged at her, something that drew her to believe this was real. it drew her like a mouth to a light, and she felt her heart swell in joy at the mere thought.
perhaps, if we were lucky, this was true.

but if it was, she didn’t deserve it. after everything she’d done to him, after all that pain, agony she had put him through, she had come to accept that if she did find him, she had to pray her fingers from him. she felt so worthless, so dried up, so guilty. suddenly, a simply sorry didn’t feel like enough, to give him crown of the whole world didn’t seem worthy enough. throw the milky way in the mix, put he was still worth a whole lot more. it was, like everything else, wordless. no words could describe him, the control he had over her, the way he still, after all this time, had her wound around his finger, still craving everything more.
even perfect wasn’t a good enough word. not anymore.

she couldn’t bare to draw her spheres off him, they danced around him, over all him embodiment, searching for something that could give her enough power to draw life back into her own limbs, to finally touch him, to feel his soft breath. but there was nothing, and every thing else she found, left her staring, to awe struck to even begin to move. finally, spheres rested upon his own brown hued ones, and instantly, she fell into a trance, her hold on the world simply breaking off that moment, casting everything into a her own surreal world, her own fantasy. suddenly, she couldn’t hear the small, innocent noises the birds made, couldn’t feel the blades softly tickle her appendages, nor smell the drawing scent of pine trees. nothing else matter, she didn’t care about all that. her whole attention was fixed on those dark spheres, where she lost herself searching, simply for anything that was familiar, anything she could hold onto, something to convince her this wasn’t a dream.
she could find nothing to convince her otherwise.

he managed to gain control first, and it was him who took the first daring step towards her, dome raised, his acoustics perked. if it was possible, her heart swelled again, as she realised she was a few inches closer. but it wasn’t enough. she wanted to be before him, to touch him, to smell his scent and hear the sound of his breath. she wanted to hear his own heart beat, and she wanted him to hear the way her own heart beat for him, and only him. there wasn’t anything else that even began to compare with it.
“if I can’t hear your heart beat, then your too far away…”
a small, innocent smile flicked ‘cross her jug upon that sentence, and a deep breath was drawn, controlling a small, pathetic part of her once again.

she couldn’t even recall our this had happened, how they had drifted apart. she couldn’t draw anything that could suggest what had happened, nor did she dare to press it. she didn’t want to know about that, it was pointless. the past was stupid, useless, pathetic. nothing seemed to even compare to this moment, this day. but it was all those little things that added up to it, that made it so worthwhile, so surreal.
I don’t think we can stress how perfect this moment was.

m'dear...oh, secret...how I've missed you. please, please, just speak again...
acoustics flipped ‘wards him, and her heart flutter once more, pounding on her rib cages, threatening to explode. and silently, she cheered it on. she wanted him to see everything, to feel all she felt, to know how insane he held her. she wanted him to know everything, to fix everything and make it seem so much better. he would understand. he always understood.
his words brought peace, and yet, an eerie feel of excitement. she wanted him to continue, to say something more, or even just say it again. the words echoed around her head, and spheres closed, that small smile tugging on her jug once more.

she wanted so say something, anything. but words seemed so useless, so pathetic. he had said everything right, everything perfectly. she didn’t want to stuff this up, not again. she didn’t know what to say, or how to say it. her head spun circles, searching for something to say, something to make this more perfect, but it was impossible. this moment was as perfect as she had always dreamt of, as perfect as any fairytale story. but her mind didn’t dare to stray to happily ever afters, not at all. because deep inside, she knew she was only going to stuff this up.

it was what she was famous for, ruining everything, time and time over again. she was useless, pathetic. and then he was so perfect… she didn’t deserve it, none of it. he shouldn’t be here. he should be somewhere else, living life to the fullest, with minxes bowed before him, fighting over his attention. and then there would be all the babes he had sired, all as majestic and handsome as him, scattered around the most fairest abode upon the land.
but instead he was here, by chance meeting, in front of someone so low, so stupid, so unworthy of a mere glance. she suddenly thanked fate, destiny, karma, Hitler, and anybody else who dared to listen. they didn’t realise that from this point on, she would no doubt die happy.

a deep breath was drawn in at that moment, and spheres closed, trying to hide from his pleading gaze. but she couldn’t. even with her eyes closed, she saw him there, as perfect and as drawing as always. she couldn’t even hide from him, let alone run. jug twitched, and once again, intonation was released, as small and hurt as it was before.

“I….I’m sorry.”
her voice was weak, with the faint hint that it hadn’t been used for a while. perhaps, a long while. spheres opened once again, and there nestled within the azure hue, was hurt. there was guilt. but she didn’t even bother to plead for forgiveness, to beg for mercy. she wouldn’t ran. just like everything else, she would face it, and still die happy to know he had even spared her a glance.
I don’t thin you even know how much it meant to her.

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ooc;; awww. that was such a beautiful post. you rp. so well. <3.

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[|Railynn|]

Here it goes again,
Put on that deserving tone
and don't forget that this was all your fault.
It's breathing down your neck,
you know you've got to let this go.
You're such a wreck and now it starts to show.

Oh, how wonderful, she closed her eyes...she had unknowingly allowed the confusion to reign once more in his mind. He dreaded it. He wanted them open again. But she spoke, she spoke so beautifully, her voice so melodic and smooth. She opened them again. Yes, finally, he could see into her soul again...but he immediately regretted knowing her deep emotions of guilt and her self-views of being worthless and pathetic.

He wanted to take that away, to take away her feelings of insecurity. She was wonderful, so deserving of so much more than he could give. Why could she not see that? It was as if her orbs were an illustration of her view of herself...she could not see herself, she couldn't see the beauty she held so easily and how wonderful she was.

Oh, how he longed for her to know. And if she couldn't know if for herself, he longed for her to know that he thought of her that way. He wanted to tell her every word that could describe her, however he could find no words descriptive enough to create the effect on her mind of his view of her. He could not manage to think of a way to convey his emotions to her in words.

Maybe, just maybe, he could try something else. He longed to be closer to her, and he sensed that she longed for the same. His pillars were about to take the daring journey over to her when he heard her voice, the one he was so desperate to hear:

"I...I'm sorry."

What? Sorry? My dear, you have brought me nothing but joy from the moment you have allowed me to lay eyes on you. Be sorry for nothing. A fair statement for you would be, "You should be sorry, for not arriving sooner." Yes, that would do.

Lids blinked a couple times, and maw was opened and then closed again, as if he was thinking of what to say next. Oh, but he was. He sure was. And as of right then, he had no idea what words would be his next.

His mind resumed the duty of gaining ground, getting closer to her, being near her. That's all he wanted to do, was to be close to her and feel her silky pelt against his own, to feel her heart provide her with life with it's consistent pulsing.

So now his pillars did indeed move, uprooting him from his spot and pulling his frame forward. He was delighted with the fact that he was now closer to her, and once he reached the point of being just inches from her face, his dome turned to the left and he stood partially beside her, his muzzle stroking her nape. The moment their skin met it was as if lighting had struck him, sending shock waves through his bodice and giving him chills all over. He had missed this feeling. He closed his orbs and continued nuzzling her nape, waiting for her reaction and hoping this was okay with her.

He swam in this moment of emotion and love. He loved her so much and right now, he had the world. If she turned on him and killed him right now, he would be happy, because his last moments on this earth would have been spent comforting Secret, being with her, just being there...just like before. He had waited so long, perhaps too long, for this moment. And it was perfect. He only hoped she would feel the same way, for he didn't want it to end yet, just not yet...

Cause all you can't deny is held inside
And when we go, we say goodbye,
and then we run, we run away.

From all we can't deny is just a lie.
And when we try to just get by
We just can't get past ourselves.
[lyrics: "Matter of Time" by Cartel.]

ooc: thank you, yours was amazing as well. =] Gr...my muse pretty much abandoned me for this one, only a lousy 600 words and it sucks. >.< but i will try to do something to help it before my next post. if it weren't for stupid school...

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without giving away the entire ending,
I've ruined the evening again


;;she couldn’t keep up with all of this, it just didn’t make sense.
it was prefect, in every way, but the adrenaline rush had gotten at her, sending her heart a-pounding, her mind running circles, so that all her sense of calmness, of placid, left, gone within a few seconds. she didn’t know what awakened it, it happened all so fast she didn’t even have time to blink, to take it all in. she was sure, that from this moment, she’d lost all chance of sanity.
that’s how much he affected her, darling.

it was ever since she had spoken, that spheres had searched through him, searching for anything, any sort of reaction. she wanted him to suddenly leap up, to usher her to silence and claim it wasn’t her fault. but at the same time, she dreaded him saying that. she wanted him to shout at her, to yell at her. she wanted to feel the punishment, take the consequence for her actions. she felt so guilty, so worthy.
so, this was love?
sweetheart, tis darn exciting.

she watched his every move, the way his spheres blinked within their sockets a few times, the way his jug was set a-jar. her heart pounded in her breast, a-worrying filling her of what he might say. she waited for him to tell her that this was pointless, to turn on his heel and leave. she waited for him to tell her about love, the one he shared with someone else, ignorant of the way her own heart beat for him. and then, just to keep her heart a-pounding, his jug a-closed, and whatever he was going to say, he didn’t have the guts to say it.

he moved then. everything seemed to be going in slow motion, it didn’t seem to happen quick enough. and that was the funny thing, that even when everything was going so slowly, she didn’t get it, she couldn’t keep up. she wanted him now, she wanted him close to her, just so that she could feel that security, that love, that she had always felt. she craved it, needed it. it was all that she had lived for, everything she needed. sweetheart, I don’t think you get it, I don’t think I can stress how much she needed him. and she wanted to tell him, true to her word, but she didn’t have the guts, either. that’s the sad bit, sweetheart.

with each step he took, she felt her appendages stir with excitement, suddenly filled with a desire to turn and run. but she couldn’t. everything felt so heavy, so useless. so god d**n pathetic. he grew close to her, and involuntarily, she trembled, her fragile, unblemished embodiment, contrasting against his own dark, bulky one. she had never realised that difference before, never gave a d**n about what it might seem to others. a small sigh parted from the side of her jug, as her dome was tilted slightly, his own dome reaching out to caress her small serpentine. a bolt of life shot through her spine, and her heart melted upon the warmth he offered, against the sudden joy she felt swell inside her. her breath became ragged and hoarse, and her spheres rolled upon their sockets, the whites showing. a moan fell from the side of her jug, followed by a small whimper, as that weight fell off her, and she seemed to hang upon his love, held up upon the podium he had placed her upon. she felt so complete, she felt like something. I don’t think you could possibly describe it, this love, this feeling.
because sweetheart, not even perfect began to describe it.

involuntary, without a real clear train of thought, jug was set a-jar, inotanation falling upon the atmosphere, surrounded by small, soft sighs, and a soft flow of hurt and worry.

”don’t you dare leave me…”

word count;; 0'648.
ooc;; ahh. muse died =(

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