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Post by hawthorne on Feb 6, 2011 18:35:32 GMT -5
what have I become? my sweetest friend.
everyone I know goes away in the end… I nodded to Kolt, taking in a quiet deep breath as I Iaced my fingers with his. Allowing him to let his followers have some fun was unlike him. “you’re going to let them have fun? That’s so not you, love. Are you hinting at fun yourself?” I smirked and shrugged, his second phrase making me nod again as I looked down to our laced hands. Both our pale skin dyed with the scarlet color of blood. His lips met my forehead again and I just ended up smiling, taking his hand carefully with mine as I turned to lead him to my apartment. In a series of twists and turns, it was a wonder how my directions didn’t turn askew. I managed to make it, though. The old rundown looking apartments with bricks that were held together by the graffiti that lined every inch were the sign of home. I brought him up the stairs to the third floor, stepping in. The light was dim but the apartment was clean despite. It was irony, really. The white carpet didn’t even have a hint of blood. I set my broken heels aside and let go of his hand. I reached up and pulled off my jewelry and belt, setting them aside along the couch. I turned to face Kolt once more, smiling in a slightly seductive natural way. “I’m going to shower.. you can join me if you want.” I tilted my head a little, my long black hair falling over my shoulder in a wave like shape.
and you could have it all, my empire of dirt.
I will let you down, I will make you hurt. ----------
word count; --
outfit; HERE.
for; Kolt Kicker.
translation; --
notes; --
the tunes; hurt – johnny cash [/size][/color] |
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Post by kolt on Feb 6, 2011 19:26:09 GMT -5
 Who told you about a man without fear?
Who told you about a god who does not care? Following her closely behind, I didn’t say a word. Really I just thought about what she said, it not being like me to let them have fun. It wasn’t, truly and honestly it wasn’t. For some reason, I didn’t feel like messing with them. There was something about them that would tick me off, I just need it honestly. Then it would lead to me snapping and hurting myself even more. Not something I exactly wanted to do. Walking into her place, I looked around before my eyes fell upon her again. Grinning, I ran my fingers through her hair. “I don’t know, are you offering, asking or demanding?”
Who told you about a pain that does not hurt ?
Who told you about a love that turns to dirt ? ----------
word count; --
outfit;
for; Hawthorne Harka
notes; --
the tunes; Devils - The 69 Eyes [/size][/color] |
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Post by hawthorne on Feb 6, 2011 20:33:52 GMT -5
what have I become? my sweetest friend.
everyone I know goes away in the end… I shrugged quietly, and shut my eyes for a few seconds as he ran his fingers through my hair. Allowing my blue eyes to open, i studied his face with the very same smile. "You should really know me better than that, Kolt." I spoke gently, smiling and turning my back to him walking over through the living room to the bedroom and on a tangent to the walk in bathroom. Starting the water, i kept my back to the door as i reached up, pulling my hair over my left shoulder, exposing my back with the golden laced ribbon keeping the piece of fabric on my body. I turned my head to glance over my right shoulder to be sure that he followed and that i wasn't just doing this for fun.
and you could have it all, my empire of dirt.
I will let you down, I will make you hurt. ----------
word count; --
outfit; HERE.
for; Kolt Kicker.
translation; --
notes; --
the tunes; hurt – johnny cash [/size][/color] |
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Post by kolt on Feb 6, 2011 20:41:16 GMT -5
Who told you about a man without fear?
Who told you about a god who does not care? Grinning at her words, I just nodded. Watching her walk away, my actions was as any guys would be. Following her, I walked in the bathroom behind her, I wrapped my arms around her from behind. "You know you are really sexy." Kissing her neck softly, I rested my chin on her shoulder.
Who told you about a pain that does not hurt ?
Who told you about a love that turns to dirt ? ----------
word count; --
outfit;
for; Hawthorne Harka
notes; --
the tunes; Devils - The 69 Eyes [/size][/color] |
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Post by hawthorne on Feb 6, 2011 20:47:35 GMT -5
what have I become? my sweetest friend.
everyone I know goes away in the end… I watched him step closer and wrap his arms around me. A sly smile forming on my lips as i shut my eyes was a natural reaction. “am I now? Or is it the fact I’m covered with blood that isn’t mine?” I asked quietly with a playful hint coating my Russian vocals. I tilted my head a little and reached back with one hand to gently run through his hair and tug on it gently, with my curiosity getting the best of me. “So, are you going to help me? Or are you waiting for a strip tease?” I asked with a gentle laugh.
and you could have it all, my empire of dirt.
I will let you down, I will make you hurt. ----------
word count; --
outfit; HERE.
for; Kolt Kicker.
translation; --
notes; --
the tunes; hurt – johnny cash [/size][/color] |
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Post by kolt on Feb 6, 2011 20:52:10 GMT -5
Who told you about a man without fear?
Who told you about a god who does not care? "Both" my voice purried out to her before I kissed alone her neck softly. Listening to her, I smirked as I looked over at her. "Oh a strip tease is always nice." The smirk still painted on my lips, I ran my hands along her sides softly.
Who told you about a pain that does not hurt ?
Who told you about a love that turns to dirt ? ----------
word count; --
outfit;
for; Hawthorne Harka
notes; --
the tunes; Devils - The 69 Eyes [/size][/color] |
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Post by hawthorne on Feb 6, 2011 21:07:06 GMT -5
what have I become? my sweetest friend.
everyone I know goes away in the end… I couldn’t help but to laugh at what he said. I turned gently to him and shrugged some. “I don’t do those unless I get help. Maybe even if I get help I won’t do it.. you have to persuade me. So, Mr. Stallion, how are you going to persuade me that you deserve a strip tease?” I purred seductively, tugging on his hair a little more with the hint of a smirk lining my full lips. I raised my eyebrow a little, smiling waiting for his response, knowing that he wanted me to give him a strip tease. The point was that if I wanted to; which I was still debating.
and you could have it all, my empire of dirt.
I will let you down, I will make you hurt. ----------
word count; --
outfit; HERE.
for; Kolt Kicker.
translation; --
notes; --
the tunes; hurt – johnny cash [/size][/color] |
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Post by kolt on Feb 6, 2011 21:21:37 GMT -5
Who told you about a man without fear?
Who told you about a god who does not care? "The point of a strip tease is to look and not touch," I whispered to her before kissing back down her neck and kissing along her shoulder. Running my hands along her sides so softly, I just grinned tapping my fingers against her pale colored skin. "You know you want to give me one, you haven't seen me in how long?" Running my hands along her stomach, my fingers undone her button before I slide my hands just under the waist of them, rubbing over her hips.
Who told you about a pain that does not hurt ?
Who told you about a love that turns to dirt ? ----------
word count; --
outfit;
for; Hawthorne Harka
notes; --
the tunes; Devils - The 69 Eyes [/size][/color] |
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Post by hawthorne on Feb 6, 2011 21:37:25 GMT -5
what have I become? my sweetest friend.
everyone I know goes away in the end… I shrugged some, gently shivering at his touch before smirking. “Mhm. You know, I think it’s more of a debate of whether you deserve it or not. I haven’t seen you in how long… and how do you suppose you deserve it? Besides, maybe instead of a strip tease, I could just persuade you..” I smirked, giving him many options. I tugged on his hair a little more; taking a deep breath before sliding my hands from his hair down my body to my jeans, sliding them off then taking his hands and running them along the curves of my body.
and you could have it all, my empire of dirt.
I will let you down, I will make you hurt. ----------
word count; --
outfit; HERE.
for; Kolt Kicker.
translation; --
notes; --
the tunes; hurt – johnny cash [/size][/color] |
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Post by kolt on Feb 7, 2011 18:21:53 GMT -5
Who told you about a man without fear?
Who told you about a god who does not care? Sliding my hands along her curves, I just kind of shrugged at her words. "But I do deserve it. I've been a really good boy." Grinning I tapped my fingers against her side before kissing her along her neck slowly, up to her ear. "Plus you loved me at one point in time so yea." I whispered to her with a grin.
Who told you about a pain that does not hurt ?
Who told you about a love that turns to dirt ? ----------
word count; --
outfit;
for; Hawthorne Harka
notes; --
the tunes; Devils - The 69 Eyes [/size][/color] |
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Post by hawthorne on Feb 7, 2011 22:26:28 GMT -5
what have I become? my sweetest friend.
everyone I know goes away in the end… I shrugged my shoulders to all of his replies. However; the last one bothered me slightly and I made sure that he knew that. I stepped foreward and turned to him, raising an eyebrow. “..Maybe I still do love you.” I said quietly with my head lowering again, my hands holding his gently before I let the fingertips slide out of my pale hand; looking down and slightly flustered about how he thought that I had gotten over him. I hadn’t, that was for sure; and I was slightly wishing that it’d still work. That we would still work, however; that dream seemed to become smaller and smaller until there was just a fragment of hope that I was still managing to cling onto.
and you could have it all, my empire of dirt.
I will let you down, I will make you hurt. ----------
word count; --
outfit; HERE.
for; Kolt Kicker.
translation; --
notes; --
the tunes; hurt – johnny cash [/size][/color] |
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Post by kolt on Feb 7, 2011 23:29:25 GMT -5
Who told you about a man without fear?
Who told you about a god who does not care? Lifting her chin up, I just shook my head at her. "If you still love me, I have to ask if you are on something good." Rubbing my thumb against her smooth cheek. Feeling my phone vibrate in my pocket, I ignored it for the moment. Counting the 'rings' it finally stopped. Turning my full attention back to her, I shrugged some. "You know you let it show when something is bothering you."
Who told you about a pain that does not hurt ?
Who told you about a love that turns to dirt ? ----------
word count; --
outfit;
for; Hawthorne Harka
notes; --
the tunes; Devils - The 69 Eyes [/size][/color] |
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Post by hawthorne on Feb 7, 2011 23:35:39 GMT -5
what have I become? my sweetest friend.
everyone I know goes away in the end… Closing my eyes, I felt his thumb trace my cheek bone gently. His words reached my ears and caused me to shake my head a little. ”Sometimes you never forget the one who meant the most to you.” I said softly, allowing my blue gaze to study his face once again. I took a deep breath and shrugged some, keeping the very same facial expression on my face. “I only let it show around you. Youre the first person I could take the veil of my emotions off and show them to another person..” I spoke so gently and honestly.
and you could have it all, my empire of dirt.
I will let you down, I will make you hurt. ----------
word count; --
outfit; HERE.
for; Kolt Kicker.
translation; --
notes; --
the tunes; hurt – johnny cash [/size][/color] |
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Post by kolt on Feb 7, 2011 23:46:34 GMT -5
Who told you about a man without fear?
Who told you about a god who does not care? Biting on my lip ring at her words, I still ran my thumb over her cheek. "And I ruined that." Shaking my head, I felt my phone vibrate again. Sighing some, I moved my hand from her chin pulling out my phone. Looking at the name, I took in a deep breath as I pressed talk. "I honestly swear to a god I don't believe in that I will kill you in a heartbeat if this is not deathly important." My words held the power my idiots knew not to mess with. Hearing a fumbling of words on the other end, I hung up the phone sliding it back into my pocket. "Why do I even try at things?" I mumbled out loud.
Who told you about a pain that does not hurt ?
Who told you about a love that turns to dirt ? ----------
word count; --
outfit;
for; Hawthorne Harka
notes; --
the tunes; Devils - The 69 Eyes [/size][/color] |
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Post by hawthorne on Feb 26, 2011 21:05:18 GMT -5
we woke up this morning,
to a sky with no air in it. I watched him with my bright blue eyes, flicking the center ring back and forth that was adjourned in my lip. Hearing his words, i couldn't get an answer to him before his phone began to vibrate and he answered. "i honestly swear to a god i don't believe in, that i will kill you in a heartbeat if this is not deathly important." It didn't take my searching eyes long to realize he was talking to one of the guys that he had shrugged off to be with me. Those little followers of his. They were a terrible image of humanity, that was for sure. He hung up and slid the phone back into his pocket and i heard him mumble something. I just shrugged eventually and took a deep breath, looking at him. "shit happens, right? i mean, at least we're together now however you want to describe what we are.." I said softly, kind of rambling on about my words, not sure what i was officially saying.
and the streets are filled with
a thousand burning crosses. ----------
word count; --
outfit; HERE.
for; Kolt Kicker.
translation; --
notes; --
the tunes; asleep in the chapel - thursday [/size][/color] |
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