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Post by ISABELLE GRACE LANGLEY on Jun 4, 2012 5:11:56 GMT
 LIFE MAY BE FLEETING LOVE LIVES ON Isabelle sat at her desk, book in hand. Everything in her life had become so hectic with her job, rocky marriage, and of course the newest addition to the Langley family, that she almost forgot what it was like to sit down and do something relaxing. Before she had children, Isabelle always could be found sitting down reading something. Words could not express how much the blonde woman missed being able to lose herself in the pages of a well written piece of literature, and even though she had a million other things she could have been doing, she was reading her favorite book Great Expectations. Isa knew her limits, and at the moment she was at the brink of falling apart. Only two things managed to calm her down the quickest and they were reading, of course, and gardening. Obviously the latter was an impossibility.
Although she had nothing scheduled for today (no detentions, no meetings, and no review classes), Isa couldn't help but think some huge problem was going to walk through her door at any minute. She was most likely paranoid because everything seemed to turn into something that belonged on a melodramatic soap opera in her life. Most of the drama was her fault, she knew that, but they were all mistakes she desperately wanted to take back. She knew that was impossible. Even so, her idealistic side of her managed to stay optimistic despite the fact she knew her marriage was going to hell in a hand basket. The inevitability of it all was very, very, very overwhelming at times, and the longer she stayed alone at Hogwarts the more overwhelmed she got. Her daughter's eerie silence was also disturbing. Sometimes she wondered if the girl even knew what was going on (she was about 99 percent sure Maria knew).
Her daughter was smart, intuitive, and very quick witted. There was no question that she knew what was going on which was why Isabelle was so concerned. She tried to put it all out of her mind so she could continue reading her book, but it was nearly impossible. Her mind was constantly infected with her guilt...so infected that she hardly ever got any sleep at night. If her marriage ended she didn't know what she was going to do. The only man she ever intended to be with was her husband, and that whole affair happened due to a silly moment of weakness. How cliche.
She was brought back to reality when she heard footsteps coming down the hall. When the owner of the noise appeared in her room she put her book down and looked up. A bright smile appeared on her face when she saw her daughter. "Hey sweetie," She paused to take her reading glasses off. "What's up?" WORDS 468 TAGGED MARIA NOTES LALALA TEMPLATE BY WE WERE INFINITE ! OF CAUTIO 2.0 |
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Post by maria on Jun 6, 2012 14:57:54 GMT
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ]these dry bones cry out  WORDS 601 OUTFIT SCHOOL ROBES TAGGED ISABELLE NOTES SORRY FOR THE DELAY AND THE OVERALL MEHNESS OF THIS POST Maria Langley was a creature of habit. She liked having structure in her life, and liked to be in an organized environment. While many people hated living stuck to a routine, Maria lived for it. In fact, she would feel rather lost if her days weren't well planned, and creating patterns made her feel rather safe. Yes, routines were what she did best, and after a summer of not doing much school-wise, returning to the scheduled busy days of classes wasn't something she had much trouble with. In just a matter of days, the female had adjusted to her new schedule, classes and prefect duties. Yes, she was busy, but she couldn't say she didn't like it.
Though, she had to admit it, there were some other motives that made the female feel glad she had extra work to do. The fact that her days were more busy than they would be if she hadn't been appointed as prefect effectively kept her thoughts from drifting to dangerous territories. Namely, the problems that may or may not be happening between her parents. Maria wasn't completely certain of her suspicions, of course, and she'd rather think she was very much wrong, and that she was just imagining everything, but the truth was, from where she stood, it seemed that her parents' relationship had changed quite a bit. And she didn't meant that in the good way.
Of course she had kept quiet about it, not really wanting to voice her concerns, much like a little child didn't want to speak about a nightmare fearing it might come true. Mostly, she didn't want to get any sort of confirmation, that she was indeed right in her suspicions. The idea that her parents might not be getting along, and even worse, that they might split up terrified her. And the worst was that the female Ravenclaw was perfectly aware that this was childish of her, that she should trust her parents, two grown up adults in their decisions. It was easier said than done.
Her new and busy schedule had successfully made her push these concerns aside, tucking them away in the back of her brain where they couldn't bother her. And, apart from the occasional weird dream, she had been quite successful at it. But as the days progressed and she settled into her new schedules even more, those thoughts managed to worm their way into her mind once more, bothering her to the point where she could hardly stand it.
And that was precisely what brought her to the door of her mother's classroom. Or rather, to the hallway leading up to it. For the past couple of minutes, she had taken several steps towards her objective, only to stop, shake her head and turn back around. Only to repeat the process back towards the classroom. She couldn't think of any way to present her thoughts to her mother. There was no easy way to put it. But she needed to know. Even if it made everything much worse, she needed to know it for sure. So she could put things away for sure.
And who knew, she might really be wrong?
With her mind made up, the female crossed the rest of the distance, trying her best to maintain a composed face. Her mother had apparently already heard her coming and Maria offered the older female a small smile, before noticing the book she had been reading. "Hi! I was wondering... hmmm.. you're not busy are you?" she asked tentatively, silently praying she was "I could always come back some other time..." these dry bones cry for you |
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Post by ISABELLE GRACE LANGLEY on Jun 10, 2012 3:25:37 GMT
LIFE MAY BE FLEETING LOVE LIVES ON Looking across the table at her daughter caused a swelling sensation to manifest in her chest. She understood that this day would be inevitable, and even though she didn't want to explain the situation she had to. There was a small chance that Maria was not in here for the reason Isa thought, but she was pretty sure luck was done with her. Dodging the problem anymore would only dissolve their family faster. It took a while, but Isabelle finally had that epiphany. She only hoped that her delay didn't mean Maria would become collateral damage. Her daughter meant everything to her, and hurting her would break her heart more than anything.
Her whole life had been spent dreaming about being a good mother for her children; she had always wanted to be a good wife and a pillar for the family. Why did selfish human desires always have to get in the way? Everything she had ever worked for would soon be casted out to the bottom of the ocean, and there was nothing she could do about it. No matter how much she wanted to go back in time and change her actions she couldn't, it was nearly impossible. All she could do now was try and fix the future and keep her children out of the mess as much as she could. The whole affair had been insane, after all she didn't even really love him that much. At least she didn't think she did. Kaidan was the father of her child, and her first and last great love. A divorce would shake her world and Maria's.
Isabelle could not believe how old her daughter was. She was nearly sixteen years old. Having a teenage daughter made her feel happy, old, and sad all at the same time. Everything about Maria was so beautiful yet fragile, and when she learned about this whole thing she'd be broken. There was no way Isabelle would be able to do that to her. She knew she would have to, and that's what she hated about parenting. Those difficult conversations seemed to get even more difficult as her child grew older. Life was so much easier when she was on the other side of things.
Her smile didn't break even though she really wanted to just hide away and cry until she couldn't anymore. "No. I'm not busy right now," she said. Even if she had been busy she wouldn't have pushed her girl away; she had done that for far too long. "You've grown so much Maria. I'm so proud of you." She was sure her eyes failed at making the sadness she felt inside of her, just as she was sure her daughter could read right through her. "Now, did you need to ask me anything?" She was prepared for the firing squad. WORDS 474 TAGGED MARIA NOTES SUCKS TEMPLATE BY WE WERE INFINITE ! OF CAUTIO 2.0 |
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