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Post by kolt on Jan 2, 2011 0:50:44 GMT -5
Ignoring what we've felt,
Overlooking what we've done.
Feeling my lips against my pale skin I grinned as I watched the faces on the others change. Their eyes telling a complete story of how much they hated it. Listening to the words spill from her lips, I grinned some as the other two guys moved slightly on their heels. Change of plan boys, I ordered as my eyes stayed on them. “The miss and I have a little bit of business we need to chat about. Alone. So you two can run along and play. But…” I talked in a demanding voice, a grin playing upon my lips. Me, let them have some fun? Oh that was so not me. ” If you two are not at the place we are suppose to be going, consider your life mine.” Waving them off, I watched them turn and walk away. Oh, my sidekicks, how they listened so well. They just didn’t know me very well that is for sure. If they only knew their life was not safe at all in my hands.
No awkward silences, no hiding any truths. ----------
word count;
outfit;
for; Hawthrone Harka
notes; Oh lala.
the tunes;Baby, You Wouldn't Last A Minute On The Creek -Chiodos [/size] |
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Post by hawthorne on Feb 1, 2011 21:53:37 GMT -5
hold me inside your infernal offering.
touch me as I fall… I listened as he spoke to his ‘sidekicks’ as a small faint smile playing on my lips while I reached up and gently tugged on his hair some, smirking. I murmured toward him a little in my native tongue when the boys left, well aware that anything I said he wouldn’t be able to understand. It made me feel like I had a great deal above him. I could talk about him without him knowing, really. I felt kind of like a thief that way. Stealing his words and making them my own. I pulled away a little and gazed at him a little more closely. My smile fading highly as my eyes scanned over his features. Those cheekbones, blue eyes, thick black hair, stunning milky skin tone.. there was no doubt. He was someone I knew. But from where? I couldn’t seem to figure it out. It was going to drive me crazy if I couldn’t figure out where I had seen and encountered this male before. Then it hit me; the only guy I had been with without killing… was someone I actually loved. The one that fucked me over in making me this Russian girl with a murderous way of life. There was something about him that reminded me that this boy standing in front of me just might be the one that changed my ways completely. It bothered me slightly; causing me to take two steps back and allowing my hands to drop to my sides, watching him. My mind making connections slowly but quickly. “I know you… You’re as much of an Alejandro as I am a Nightmare.” I made the sly connection, figuring that if he figured it out then it was definitely my ex lover. Kolt.
don’t lose yourself in this suffering, yet.. ----------
word count; --
outfit; HERE.
for; Kolt Kicker.
notes; I DIDN’T KNOW WHAT TO POST D:!!!
the tunes; venus doom - HIM [/size][/color] |
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Post by kolt on Feb 1, 2011 23:24:32 GMT -5
The lines cheated,
Our hearts beating, go,
Noticing a tattoo of hers, I only grinned some a my bright blue eyes looked back up at her. Though, I was more than sure she didn’t know who I was, it was quiet shocking. Key there is, I had a past with her. Just a Russian girl that wasn’t always a girl living a life filled with filling peoples death wishes. Listening to her, I only smiled small before shrugging a tad bit. “No, no you are not a nightmare.” I shook my head some, my blue eyes looking over her features before I smirked once more. “I’m your worst nightmare…” Then I couldn’t help but to smile that devilish smile that held all the secrets in it,” Ms. Thorne.” Her name rolled off my tongue. It was no a name I spoke often, in a way, it seem like poison when I actually mentioned it.
No awkward silences, no hiding any truths. ----------
word count;
outfit;
for; Hawthrone Harka
notes; I'm sick! D:
the tunes;Perfect Weapons - Black Veil Brides [/size] |
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Post by hawthorne on Feb 1, 2011 23:34:59 GMT -5
hold me inside your infernal offering.
touch me as I fall… Raising an eyebrow of mine, i smirked. My worst nightmare? I'd beg to differ, Kolt." I spoke gently. my Russian voice purring from my throat like i was a panther ready in my darkness to strike. It was the first time that i had actually said his name. The first time i fully figured it out; the sound made me quietly and unnoticeable shiver. "You were and always have been my best nightmare. You were the only one i found that could relate to me. You know, since killing my sister and getting banished from Russia was that much fun." I smiled slightly and shrugged as if killing someone wasn't a big deal at all. To me it wasn't, so it didn't matter. Smiling slightly, i took a gentle breath before looking down. "You've got the fury of a pissed off stallion, Kolt. You start letting that show more and more and your victims won't believe your fake names. Mr. Alejandro." I rolled my eyes slightly and playfully, folding my arms across my chest and allowing my clairvoyant eyes to scan and stick to him.
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Post by kolt on Feb 1, 2011 23:56:19 GMT -5
We're gonna live forever
It's in the starts we'll never die,
“A pissed off stallion?” Though them words brought other thoughts to my head I just threw them out for the time being. “Just banished from Russia? I’m banished out of the world, but I don’t follow rules very well, as you should know.” Grinning some, I slide my hands into my pocket, as I glanced over her before my eyes came to a rest with her eyes. “So you still playing them gypsy games? Being all innocent and all?” Raising and eyebrow I watched her as I fiddled with the knife of mine in my pocket. Biting down onto my lip ring, I glanced to the opening of the alley as I almost could have swore I heard steps before looking back to her.
[/size] If we stay together, |
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Post by hawthorne on Feb 2, 2011 0:04:17 GMT -5
hold me inside your infernal offering.
touch me as I fall… Listening to the boy, i just nodded slightly. As he spoke about banished, it reminded me about how many times i thought about why we split. the thought was still unclear for me but th ereasoning was him. He broke us up. and i was beginning to think that the fury i felt in my heart was bringing me to do all these deaths. what if i found his ways to be those Godly...? what if he represented a god to me.. that i'd do anything for him. Well, i'd murder for him. That was still the truth. that was still something i did without realizing its him. his familiar stance with his hands in his pockets reminded me of my cut on my neck that i reached up to wipe a little blood off that had trickled down and managed to find its way mixing with the blood of the one that i had killed. I exhaled a frustrated sigh before running a free hand through my black hair and letting my blue eyes match his. "I guess. I dont know." I said softly, lowering my gaze. I didn't really feel like talking much right now. Not with everything he did to my heart on my mind.
don’t lose yourself in this suffering, yet.. ----------
word count; --
outfit; HERE.
for; Kolt Kicker.
notes; --
the tunes; venus doom - HIM [/size][/color] |
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Post by kolt on Feb 2, 2011 0:14:32 GMT -5
We're gonna live forever
It's in the starts we'll never die,
Shaking my head I just looked at her. There was little things that was so easy to target and get at her. “Still weak I see.” Raising an eyebrow I sort of laughed as I shook my head again. “Letting your emotions show, tisk tisk you know that’s not a good thing.” Grinning I moved my hands from my pockets as I watched the blood on her neck. Smiling, I looked around before back at her. “What’s wrong little miss sunshine? Cat got your tongue.” Lifting her chin up, I looked directly in her eyes before smiling. “Like always.”
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Post by hawthorne on Feb 2, 2011 0:32:09 GMT -5
hold me inside your infernal offering.
touch me as I fall… I ignored the things that he said at first before he moved. his steps making the space between us small as he reached up with his hand and lifted my chin; touching me with those taunting words. I took a step back with extreme frustration. "Don't fucking touch me." I snapped, taking a deep breath. "Vy ne i nikogda ne poĭmet. tak chto ne trogaĭte menya." I spoke with such a prominent Russian hiss that it was almost a whole new language on its own. I didn't want him to touch me. I didn't want to be reminded of the way that he made me feel. he was the only guy that made me feel so special, and i was hoping on keeping it that way so i could ultimately forget the feeling. I didn't need him to remind me more. The only satisfying loving feeling that i needed was the one that i got when i killed someone. after thirty-two deaths, i was hoping that the feeling of love would disappear. i didn't need for him to touch me after realizing who he was to remind me of the love that he seemed to ruin for me. Then again, he knew all the words that got me the most riled up.
don’t lose yourself in this suffering, yet.. ----------
word count; --
outfit; HERE.
for; Kolt Kicker.
translation; Vy ne i nikogda ne poĭmet. tak chto ne trogaĭte menya - you dont and will never understand. so don't touch me.
notes; --
the tunes; venus doom - HIM [/size][/color] |
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Post by hawthorne on Feb 2, 2011 0:57:27 GMT -5
hold me inside your infernal offering.
touch me as I fall… I allowed my gaze to study him while he bashed on me. "weak? yeah. I'm a weak Russian girl. i killed my sister when i was five damn years old and was proud of it. what do you have to say, Kolt? hmm? 'Oh, my dad killed himself. its not my fault he wasn't there for me. its not my fault why im so fucked up. My mother died and my father used the family gun we had for protection to shoot himself. Oh, woe is me." I hissed, turning my back to him and lowering my head slightly to take a deep breath before i stepped away from him a few steps, pausing to debate whether or not i wanted to stay with what i just left him with. I knew it would hurt him, but he was hurting me right now. all was fair in love and war, right?
don’t lose yourself in this suffering, yet.. ----------
word count; --
outfit; HERE.
for; Kolt Kicker.
translation; --
notes; --
the tunes; venus doom - HIM [/size][/color] |
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Post by kolt on Feb 2, 2011 1:12:12 GMT -5
We're gonna live forever
It's in the starts we'll never die,
Biting down hard on my lip ring at her words, watching her walk away, I shook my head as I felt my blood rise in my veins. Grabbing her arm, I pushed her back against the wall. “My father’s suicide, its not that big to me. Why, he seem never to be there for me.” I hissed as my blues stared down at her. Putting my hands on each side of her, more less keeping her pinned at the wall. “My mother is a different story. You know, you actually remind me of her, but you missing one thing. You buckle under pressure or when things get said you don’t like. Please tell me Hawthorne, better yet amuse me and tell me why you think you are so special that I will not treat you like every other pitiful soul on this planet.” My words covered with angry and hate but never did I allow the hurt to show in my voice.
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Post by hawthorne on Feb 2, 2011 1:18:50 GMT -5
hold me inside your infernal offering.
touch me as I fall… I knew that he would shove me against the wall. its why i didn't move at a fast pace away from him. I wanted him to. I wanted to hear the words he said just to assure myself i was different. I wasn't what he said i was. He didnt know me in the past two years we've been apart. he didnt know how i changed. There was one thign though, that didnt change. and no matter how much i kept denying it; it would always be there. I couldnt tell him, not unless i was pissed enough to. I was getting there though. I listened to his words about why i was special, why i deserved more than anyone else he came across. I just stayed there on the wall, staring hard back into his eyes with a full pit of passion, frustration, ignorance, arrogance, and something hidden. "Because i loved you. Okay? I'm no special person. Kill me now if you want, like i give a fuck. Go for it, its not like i have anything im actually living for. I'm sure you couldn't say the same." I growled.
don’t lose yourself in this suffering, yet.. ----------
word count; --
outfit; HERE.
for; Kolt Kicker.
translation; --
notes; --
the tunes; venus doom - HIM [/size][/color] |
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Post by kolt on Feb 2, 2011 1:26:51 GMT -5
We're gonna live forever
It's in the starts we'll never die,
Balling my hand into a fist, I tapped it against the wall before looking down some. Biting down on my lip ring, I took in a breath before looking back at her. “That’s a lie.” I spoke in a whisper before pushing myself off the wall. “A horrible lie, you don’t see that do you.” Shaking my head, I walked along the wall of the alley before hitting my fist against it rather hard. Mumbling to myself, I ignored the shooting pain in my hand as I drew in my breaths before turning to look at her. How in her mind did she not think she was special? In reality she was the only person that got to me any way she wanted. Though I didn’t show it, she did.
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Post by hawthorne on Feb 2, 2011 1:32:44 GMT -5
hold me inside your infernal offering.
touch me as I fall… He didn't answer me directly. It bothered me that he didn't give me a straight answer and instead had my mind running in circles. I followed him as he went to move down the alley. punching the brick wall, i felt a small amount of pain in seeing it. I stepped forward and pulled on his arm that would get his attention toward me. Once it was successfully, i took a deep breath. "Kolt.. I care about you. i still fucking do.. but you don't need someone like me." I said quietly, dropping my gaze and dropping my hand to my side as i lowered my head some. A sign i rarely ever did to anyone. Kolt was probably the only guy that i would let have more of a dominance over me. and i'd keep it that way, even if it killed me.
don’t lose yourself in this suffering, yet.. ----------
word count; --
outfit; HERE.
for; Kolt Kicker.
translation; --
notes; --
the tunes; venus doom - HIM [/size][/color] |
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Post by kolt on Feb 2, 2011 1:40:35 GMT -5
We're gonna live forever
It's in the starts we'll never die,
“Then you do I need!?” I snapped at her before rubbing over the back of my neck before looking down and taking a deep breath. “Sorry,” I mumbled to her for the snapping. Never did I say sorry to anyone, but Hawthorne, she got the sorrys I never said. Dropping my hand from my neck, I chewed on my lip ring as I shoved my hand into my pocket. Looking at my hand that made contact with the wall, I tried to close it before I winced some. The pain shooting straight up my arm. Fuck me for hitting a wall that was so much harder than my hand would ever me. “Answer me Hawthorne, who do I need?”
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Post by hawthorne on Feb 2, 2011 9:37:06 GMT -5
hold me inside your infernal offering.
touch me as I fall… No matter how much he could snap at me, I'd never flinch. I was used to the random outbursts he had. My gaze drifted up to his face when he said sorry and i just shrugged. The pause gave me enough time to think of an answer that wasn't as harsh as what i wanted to say. I reached up gently with both hands and grasped the hand that he punched against the wall and ran my thumb gently and slowly across his palm; hoping that the slight gesture would make it feel at least slightly better. "I don't know who you need, Kolt. I just know that you don't need me when i do this to you." I said softly, making the hand gesture more like my fault and more of a big deal than my emotional pains.
don’t lose yourself in this suffering, yet.. ----------
word count; --
outfit; HERE.
for; Kolt Kicker.
translation; --
notes; --
the tunes; venus doom - HIM [/size][/color] |
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