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Post by ELLEN VICTORIA LEYDEN on Sept 1, 2012 18:10:26 GMT
 [style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;] 640 WORDS FOR ALUNE/KEVINlet the epic romance begin! DREAM [/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]Fear. It was a feeling Ellen was not familiar with; after all she had been placed in the house of the brave. The only time she had ever felt so afraid was the day after her brother had died, and even that didn't match the fear she felt right now. At this very moment Ellen was petrified, so petrified that she couldn't sleep or eat. In fact, she hadn't done either of those things for the past week. This whole problem began after the spent that night with the one person she hated more than anything. Of course the dilemma was much simpler back then: am I in love with him or not? Now it was so much more complicated; she had missed her period. The only thing more frightening than the possibility of being in love with Rodolphus Lestrange was the possibility of carrying his child, and that she just couldn't have. Having a child at seventeen was not in her plans; it would just mess everything up for her, and she was sure Rod would hate the idea of her having his child. The only ray of hope she had was the uncertainty of it all, and she wanted to keep it that way even if it wasn't the responsible thing to do.
One trip to the hospital wing could clear this whole thing up, but then she'd know for sure. At least now she could go on pretending that everything was alright when in fact everything was so wrong. Ellen hadn't said anything to anyone, but she was positive all her friends knew something was wrong. Most of her down time was spent in her room 'studying,' but her grades suffered immensely from her lack of sleep and malnutrition. Seventh year had not started well, and Ellen was terrified of losing everything she had ever wanted because of one reckless night with a guy who felt nothing for her. Ever since she was a little girl she had dreamed of having children and getting married to the perfect guy; someone who'd make her completely happy and love her for her flaws. She was a romantic at heart, and a one night stand with Rodolphus Lestrange was not romantic at all. It was ant-romantic, and she hated him for tempting her.
Earlier that day she had sent an owl to the only person who could help her through this: Kevin Heart. He was easily one of her closest friend and confidante. Whenever she was around him she felt safe and blissfully happy; plus, he was completely non-judgmental unlike some of her girlfriends. Through all of her traumatic life events, he had been the one to comfort her and make everything better. After she found out Andrew had died, she immediately went to Kevin and cried as hard as she could. In fact, he was the only person in the whole world who had seen her lose it like that. He allowed her to be vulnerable around him, and that's what made him so special to her; that's why she needed him right now.
The owl had asked him to meet her on top of the astronomy tower immediately after their last class. Whenever she needed to think or be alone she'd come up to the tower and look at the beautiful landscape of the castle. There was something extremely calming in knowing beauty existed even though everything in life felt so ugly. Seeing the stars, trees, and sky gave her a sense of hope. As she waited for him she tried to forget why she was so distraught and simply admired the stars and night sky. When she told him that her worst nightmare was coming true she didn't want to be hysterical, and looking at the stars allowed her to calm down.
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Post by KEVIN NAVID HEART on Sept 3, 2012 7:14:32 GMT
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[style=font-family:times; font-style:italic; line-height:20px; font-size:50; color:white; text-shadow:1px 1px 0px #444;]you're dancing EASILY THROUGH MY DREAMS  there was no beauty in this urgency he had been induced with. every step, every breath, every turn meant nothing to his drained body, who cried out for him to, if not stop, slow at his tracks.
he had woken to feeling of being shaken and the urgent whispers of frank longbottom, who had found him face-down on a table in the library, admist a clutter of opened or otherwise piled books, a quill still tucked between his fingers. slurred words were exchanged, humour had, but when once he was handed the letter, and make known who it was from, he had sat up and ripped it open. barely five seconds had passed when he'd simultaneously stood up and ran off, in such speeds that he himself couldn't begin to fathom.
by his calculations, with his speed, time and amount of stairs spiraling up to the tower, he would need her to wait for at least nine and half more minutes.
being in love for seven years, with the girl whose smile shone the essence of beauty, who could talk to any person and make them feel as though they were the most important person in the world, who outshone the radiance and flare of the sun, could do so much to a hopeless klutz like himself; swept away by her mere presence alone, it was no wonder that he would be so fixated in the thought that he was making her wait, that he no longer cared for how disheveled his hair looked, how wrinkled his shirt was and how much the blotches of ink stained on his front and making him look like a traveling scholar running towards a cave full of trolls. it was lucky that he hadn't been wearing his glasses, because if even after they should drop, and there would have been a high possibility of that they would, he wouldn't have even bothered looking back at them.
his mind raced through a thousand thoughts, all blurring past, one after another, as he filed through them all, trying to come up with the best reason as to why she would want to see him personally. because normally, at such occasions, he would always end up carrying her in his arms as she would be well and deep into an unknown bliss, his shirt damp after countless buckets of tears had been shed on it. not that he didn't mind-- the sight of her broken and unveiled had never once made him feel triumphant and heroic, in knowing that he would be the one caring for her, because despite the fact that he would be, he felt as if his heart was being ceaselessly pierced by little glass shards, wounding him in the realization that all he could actually do was lend an ear and a shoulder, to ease her from her suffering.
it had always bothered him, the fact that he was much more comfortable in citing the five principles of gamp's law of elemental transfiguration, or in telling the ingredients of the draught of the living death, with the exact calculations, off the top of his head, than in saying the right words at the right time. or really, just describing how he felt and putting them in the right order.
step three, step six, step ten.. he hurried up the stairs, skipping steps as he looked up ahead, disregarding his footing and the number of steps he was jumping over. maybe it was the thought of seeing her sun-lit eyes or being intoxicated in the shroud of her scent that pumped adrenaline through his veins, but being as he was, he didn't much bother to over-think it anymore.
upon placing a foot on the final landing, he let out a deep breath, and bent down to put his hands on his knees, his mind whirring, his feet heating. a brief moment passed before he took out his wand, and pointed at himself, muttering, "exaresco [/b]," then letting out a final, relieved breath as he felt himself become dry. " fancy seeing you here," he started, his heart racing as he walked over to her side. he took a moment to look up, to admire what she was admiring, then looked at her, a genuinely mesmerized smile pulling at his lips. " aren't you a sight for sore eyes," he commented, unable to stop himself from slipping his fingers into hers. as though it was the most natural thing in the world. " you do look breath-taking, you know." [/div][/style][/style] THANKS![/center] |
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Post by ELLEN VICTORIA LEYDEN on Sept 4, 2012 6:21:00 GMT
[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;] 605 WORDS FOR ALUNE/KEVINeh, it's a little mopey. DREAM [/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]This whole entire thing felt so wrong to her, and it was biting away at her from the inside out. She felt like she was screaming as loud as she could, but no one could hear anything. Ellen wasn't irresponsible; she planned everything out, and she made sure whatever she had planned ended up the way she wanted it to. Sleeping with the craziest man in the castle and having a pregnancy scare wasn't in her plan at all. As she looked at the outside of Hogwarts she couldn't help but think over the different scenarios even though she wanted to forget everything. It certainly didn't help that she hadn't told anyone about the secret that plagued her every waking thought. Talking about her feelings was never a strength for her, and usually she bottled things up until she exploded. This was just too much to bottle for her, and even if it hurt her reputation she couldn't keep it inside for another second.
She was very deep in thought when she heard the footsteps behind her, causing her to turn abruptly. Immediately she placed the voice with the face of her dearest friend, Kevin Heart. Her heart soared just being in the same room with him, and for the first time in weeks a smile manifested onto her face. His words meant everything to her because even though she felt so low he still found her beautiful. When he held her hand she felt like she could tell anyone the secret she had been keeping for too long, but instead of speaking she squeezed his hand and let a few tears fall down her face. This was it. If Kevin couldn't accept the horrible mistake she had made no one was going to. "I don't know if you'll think that after tonight," her voice was shaky and more tears managed to escape. She hated crying more than anything. It made her feel like a child.
Her body turned to face him completely, and she looked into his eyes, trying to find comfort in them. "I made a h-h-horrible mistake, and now I don't know what to do." Her voice snagged as she tried to keep herself from crying, failing miserably. Moments like these made her miss the days of childhood when her mother could just hold her in her arms and tell her everything was alright. Those days were long gone, and even if her mother was at Hogwarts this wasn't a conversation she could have with her without feeling even more vulnerable than she did now.
It was time to tell him. It was time to finally get rid of the poison she had been keeping in her veins even if he found her repugnant. "I slept with Rodolphus Lestrange," she felt breathless as she finally spoke the words she had not spoken, but for some reason she didn't feel much better. Then she realized it was because she hadn't told him everything. She hadn't told him the worst of it yet. "I wasn't thinking straight. There was alcohol, and it was a little bit after Andrew. Rod was at the Hog's Head and it felt right in the moment, but now I know how wrong it was," now she was sobbing. Saying it out loud didn't make it sound any better. "I wanted my first time to be special, but now it's just a blur of a night that was spent with someone I hate more than anything," she let out a frustrated sob. As she looked at Kevin she realized she wished it had been him at the Hog's Head instead.
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Post by KEVIN NAVID HEART on Oct 23, 2012 6:56:18 GMT
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[style=font-family:times; font-style:italic; line-height:20px; font-size:50; color:white; text-shadow:1px 1px 0px #444;]you're dancing EASILY THROUGH MY DREAMS "i slept with rodolphus lestrange."
how was it even possible, for him to maintain his stand when those words echoed through his mind? louder and louder, stinging his nerves and injecting something in his heart that resembled the venom of pain. the chain of shimmering stars seemed clustered, the waving trees seeming to be a distant noise on a far away background. wind rushed through his face, in an attempt to puncture through the sudden paralysis that took over his whole body. it was as if he'd suddenly been dunked in ice cold water, his stature unmoving, his heart transfixed in a frozen beat. heat vaporized from his skin, leaving him an emotionless sculpture of a man whose heart cracked shattered into a million pieces.
..she's crying. his subconscious echoed through his transfixed comprehension, and again, it beat on his mind, in a wild attempt to make him move. then without warning, sudden images of her face flashed across his eyes, ones that had her smiling, laughing, carefree, goofy, without inhibitions, completely tranquil. he saw the way her hair swayed from when he would walk behind her, notice the small sigh, etch the non-existing drawl she would curve on the table with her finger. such notions seemed to blanket his mind, captivating him in a spiral of suppressed anxiety, with the intention of snapping him back to his normality. to at least be useful in that perspective, amidst the ruin that now seeped into his system.
what else could he do? he was incapable of going back to the past and warning her of this mistake, and even if he was, ellen, sweet ellen, saw him as nothing more than a confidante with really bad social skills. it was so evident to him now, that she saw him only as a partner and nothing further than a fantasy that could be reality, that it was starting to collapse his will to fantasize what could be. the horrible realization started to chip at him, plummeting him in silent sorrow, finally making him see what he really was to her. and as much as he wanted to wallow in this new-found depression, he had himself in a place where he suddenly didn't want to be. not because of what she had thrown at him, but because he didn't want her to see how weak he was for her, and how much out of line he was for loving her for so long.
her tear-stained face, looking up at him, trying to find comfort, was all that kept him transfixed and in place. it was then that he mentally scolded himself, telling himself that even though his fantasies would forever remain as they were, she needed him. this tragedy was breaking her ground, and the best he could do was hold her until the grief would pass.
it was with a bittersweet thought that stil, no matter what she did or who she was, he was already too infinitely in love with her, and however much he wanted to stand and crawl back up, it would be too much of a futile attempt to ever leave his feelings behind. unfortunately, he was still kevin. looking down at her, a small, sad smile inched his lips across, he suddenly crossing what little space remained between them, wrapping his arms around her figure as she shook and trembled, sobbing. pain coloured his facial expression as he placed the side of his face on the top-side of her head, tone low and with a tinge of hurt as he whispered, not knowing what else to say, "sometimes, fate is just like that. [/b]" he paused, swallowing. " you just tell me what you want me to do, and i'll do it. you'll never be alone through this.[/b]" withdrawing away slightly, as to place his forehead upon hers, the sad smile still lingering on his lips, his eyes narrowed as they glued onto hers. " i promise.[/b]" [/div][/style][/style] THANKS![/center] |
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