` truths hurt, lies heal

[JULIANA MAGDALENE SELWYN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; border-left: 20px solid #579679; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 20px;] Our Dreams, We spun like birds on fire right down towards the residence and i I took all that I desired even crooks have to pay the rent We swam like rats on fire right, right down the reservoir We took all that we could carry but we tried to carry more she laughs in memory, cheerful as she runs across the grass field. tall grass sways, leaves are being carried, her dress blown over and over. her laugh tinkles and carries non-existing troubles, because she’s only thinking of distancing herself from the clutches of her elder siblings, who are both working together to get her. giles is barking and running alongside her, tongue out of the wide grin that seems to exuberate the same joyful expression. light flickered, but failed to die. sprawled in the middle of scattered books and rolls of parchment, in her sleep, she breathed easy. she’s running towards the house, the chimes of laughter behind her evident and loud. she pats giles, whose puppy nose pushes and sniffs at her hand. she’s passed the door and heading to the dining room where she suddenly finds her father, face distorted in pure wrath and rage, bellowing and hitting josephine. she then realizes that they’re the only ones occupying the dining room, yet she does nothing. she’s too afraid to speak, too afraid to intervene. her heart is aching, watching the spilt pain, but her words are stuck in her throat. then when she finds her voice, her father turns to her, and then she feels the arms of her brother pulling her back. the doors shut, and all she hears are her ceaseless cries. her eyes seemed strained, squeezed shut. her fingers, splayed on the ground, moved slightly. an overwhelming sense of sadness seeped through her skin, infesting her system. it’s raining, and she’s walking up the stairs, a cup of hot cocoa held securely by her hands. she knows she’s forbidden to go to her sister’s bedroom, but it’s sunday, and it’s tradition for them to make hot cocoa in the morning. she knocks on the door, and smiles in reply to josephine’s welcoming one. she giggles when her sister takes the mug and takes a sip, then kisses juliette’s forehead and ushers her to come in. she suddenly remembers that she had something to show josie, so she tells her to wait, and runs across the hallway to her room. on her bed are scattered sketchbooks full of drafts and doodles, and she takes the one lying on her pillow. she runs out of her room, only to find josie no longer by her doorway. the door is closed, and she bangs on it, pleading to come in. she turns and heads down the stairs, a sinking feeling in her stomach. she runs out of the front door, and finds herself near a high cliff, staring at the back head of a tall, brown-haired boy. her heart skips. she knows who he is. her head stirred slightly, but not enough so to make her entire body move. around her, shadows formed and vanished, running across the bookshelves then disappearing, only to dance on another. somewhere near, the floor creaked. the sound of it echoed through the empty library. al.. listair.. she mumbled. she calls out to him, and surprisingly enough, he turns. the smile on his face is sweet, and endearing. she doesn’t know why she feels so nervous all of a sudden, or why her heartbeat is increasing by the second. she asks what he’s doing, and he says that he’s waiting. he calls to her to come and join him, and she complies. a kaleidoscope of butterflies are flying around them, and once she’s beside him, he asks if she believes that he’ll prove himself worthy for her hand, by jumping off the cliff. she laughs and shakes her head, telling him that he’s crazy. below, the waters rage and corrode on the rocks. they seem to wait for him, and the smile on his face never leaves. he takes a step forward and plunges to the awaiting abyss of the sea. don’t leave me.. she hushed loudly, eyes snapping open as she uttered the last word. she blinked, and swallowed, quickly realizing that a tear had trailed down the side of her face. she breathed deeply and slowly, a pulling force seemingly weighing down on her chest. slowly, she sat up, and covered her face with one hand as she bowed her head. the overbearing feeling of sorrow suddenly broke through her heart, and spilled everything she had locked away, through the form of glistening tears. alistair macmillan, 740words, outfit, wutnoaskme. weird day, weird post..

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[ALISTAIR ELIJAH MACMILLAN]

If ever you wanted to find Alistair Macmillan then the library would be your best bet. If he wasn’t in lessons then he would be there. Oftentimes he missed meals because he had gotten carried away with his reading. It was his place of sanctuary and solitude. He did rather like to be alone. His own thoughts satisfied him much more than another’s company. Besides there was only a handful of people who could actually stand to be around him unless they were drunk and with those friends of his currently indisposed, Alistair was in the library. There was something about being surrounded by books that pleased him. The musky smell, the layers of dust, the feel of the pages in between his fingers, knowing that someone had painstakingly worked over the text, being surrounded by so much knowledge it made him feel. . . humbled almost.

He sat in his usual spot, facing the window that he hardly ever looked out of, turning over the final page of the book he was reading. He stood up, wandering over to return it to the correct section when someone caught his eye. Someone who had been catching his eye rather a lot lately; Juliette. He frowned, he couldn’t be sure from this distance but she appeared to be dozing. He took several steps towards her, captivated by seeing her in such a vulnerable and fragile sate. The floorboards creaked beneath his feet and his heart fluttered slightly from fear that she might wake up and catch him watching her and partly from her presence alone. This was Juliette unlike he had ever seen her before. And although he enjoyed her stubborn nature and haughty fearlessness to shove him away at every opportunity, he felt oddly at peace seeing her like this.

He watched her lips part and his name being spoken in her restless state and his own lips parted in wonder. Was she dreaming about him? He was intrigued and really quite satisfied that he might be involved in her dreams. It raised a ton of questions in his mind. Exciting and worrying him all at once. The pace of his heart increased at the very thought, mystified as to why her voice would sound so soft when uttering his name since she disliked him greatly, didn’t she? He didn’t have much time to dwell on it however because then she stirred, murmuring something else as her eyes blinked open and Alistair darted back around the nearest bookcase but not before he’d seen the tears sliding down her cheeks. ’Don’t leave me,’ Had she been talking to dream Alistair? Oh he sincerely hoped so even if truthfully he thought that very unlikely.

Al stood hidden away from view, wondering what he should do. He so badly wanted to see if she was alright, to find out why she was crying, even though he knew that asking would probably get him a glare and a sharp telling off. And he wasn’t sure he could walk away, not knowing that she could be upset over something. That would be incredibly un-gentlemanly of him, not to mention quite callous. In his indecision and honestly, slight panic, the hardback book he had been holding slipped from his grasp and landed with a thud on the floor in front of him. Wincing, he bent down to pick it up, causing his presence to be revealed to her. Clumsily he shoved it back onto the shelf, not caring it was in the wrong place and found that his feet started carrying him towards her. ”. . . Juliette.” He said softly, his eyes worried, expression anxious to find out the reason for her tears (though he doubted she’d give him an explanation) and the reaction to his attendance.