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Post by Alaska Jaxon Saint on May 29, 2012 2:02:30 GMT -5
it’s said if you don’t let it out,
you’re gonna let it eat you away. Wandering around the skirts of the party, I went ahead and picked up some random drinks people handed me. I had no idea what was in them, but the toxicity of the alcohol sliding down my throat and that familiar burn was enough to keep my mind off of a certain man. One whom I hadn’t seen in god knows how long. But I thought about him almost daily, and it pained me to know that my only good friend was gone and out of sight and contact from me. Drinking was just my way of handling it, I suppose. When I started to feel the buzz in the back of my mind, I knew that I was getting back into my comfortable not caring state. And it helped make me a bit more outgoing. So instead of being out of the group and just walking around it, I proceeded to stick myself inside it, not knowing and not caring what I’d find.
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for; Wyatt Carter <333
notes; I’m gonna play it off like it’s a new party. xD
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Post by Wyatt Carter on May 29, 2012 9:35:10 GMT -5
 But my dreams, they aren’t as empty
As my conscience seems to be
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His mind had on several occasions dwelled on the thought of Alaska and how she’d might like if he called her to tell her where he’d gone, or maybe he should just have visited her now that he was back, but all of it seemed to much like a little trained dog – and he was under no circumstances going to accept that kind of behavior from himself. He figured that she’d hear of his return in time and they’d stumble across each other somehow. As he got himself to the party – already drunk – that theory became true. His dark eyes was gazing unattentive through the room as he tried to figure out, how many he knew, how many he’d accept in his bed for the night, and who might have some interesting stuff to smoke – and of course who to avoid, since a guy like Wyatt always would have some amount of enemies.
Anyway, he saw Alaska in the other end of the room, and he took a few seconds to consider what to do, then decided to get himself a beer, before meeting her. And so he did. With a beer in hand, he moved elegantly with long, decisive steps, until he was standing right behind her, bodies almost touching and his warm breath on her neck. ”Hello little psycho.”
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I have hours only lonely
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Post by Alaska Jaxon Saint on May 29, 2012 23:55:28 GMT -5
it’s said if you don’t let it out,
you’re gonna let it eat you away. Getting close to the middle of the circle, i let myself smile flirtatiously at a few guys in my influenced state. the whole, bat the eyelashes and shit. That is, until i felt a warm breeze along my neck, a familiar voice, and a familiar touch that touched my hips. Biting my lip slightly refraining from a large smirk, i turned on my heel and brushed up against who i knew without a beat was Wyatt. allowing my chest to brush by his slightly, i brushed the black hair from my bright eyes and tilted my head. "Well, who do we have here? where the hell have you been, love?" I said almost as if i didn't care. The was part of the joke, however. I cared, and i cared a lot. This kid had me worried sick.
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for; Wyatt Carter <333
notes; sorry its short ): my muse is kinda low since i'm working on the new site :3
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Post by Wyatt Carter on May 30, 2012 13:35:29 GMT -5
But my dreams, they aren’t as empty
As my conscience seems to be
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/font][/size][/color] Wyatt watched “his girl” with a devious grin painted all over his face. Sure, he felt happy about seeing her again, but he felt even better when she seemed to forgive him immediately for his absence and fell right into his arms again. He liked having power over her – and he had used that a lot throughout the times. Now, though, he decided to be a little nicer to her… Just for one night until it was completely settled that she was his. End of story. He brushed his fingers through her long, raven black hair, while he tilted his head slightly to the side because of her questions. ”My dear father chose to have me thrown into a fucking asylum of a sort, before I ruined his perfect reputation.” he told her with a disgusted tone in his voice. It had never been a secret that he hated the man, who claimed to be his father. ”So much for being the lost son, huh?” he added jokingly afterwards to not seem as bitter, although he contemplate killing his father or any other evil deed whenever the possibility came in the darkest corners of his mind. He didn’t even see the wrong in doing so, which was quite a sign of how his mental health was. Let’s just say that it had not become any better in the freak house. ”How have you been, my little Raven?” he asked her with an arched eyebrow and a only half-interested expression in his eyes.
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Post by Alaska Jaxon Saint on Jun 14, 2012 1:41:29 GMT -5
take back what you did to me.
Go and find your own way, don’t turn around. Biting down on my lower lip as I listened to the voice that I missed so dearly, I nodded. “oh, I’m sorry baby.” I said softly with a small side smile hearing his last words with a small smile fading behind it. “You always have a way to make things best. In our own definition of “best” I believe.” I let out a small laugh. I moved slightly to hug him close so I could feel his body next to mine again, close but not close in a way that I definitely missed from him. I missed the feeling of his skin and the way he made me feel when we were alone and not trying to impress or make other people envious. I smiled slightly, resting my head on his shoulder with my face buried into his neck. “I’ve been lonely. I missed you, babe.” My Russian accent flooded every word that fell from my lips.
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for; Wyatt Carter <333
notes; sorry its short ): my muse is kinda low since i'm working on the new site :3
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Post by Wyatt Carter on Jun 16, 2012 16:51:43 GMT -5
But my dreams, they aren’t as empty
As my conscience seems to be
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/font][/size][/color] Wyatt watched her carefully as she bit down on her lip and smiled shortly before making a snort-ish sound, still feeling very angry about what his father had done to him. After all, he had not attracted much attention throughout his time in Outlier. In fact, he felt like he’d been keeping a pretty low profile… But obviously, the newspaper articles about his doings had been taken a bit too seriously by his father. Still, Wyatt felt unfairly treated, and it made him very angry. The next words of Alaska soothed him a bit and he fell right down to the calm mood yet again. He placed one of his hands softly on her cheek, as he gazed straight into her dark, fascinating eyes. ”My own definition suits me the best.” he pointed out with a glimpse in his eyes, followed by a short laughter. When she moved on closer to him, he put his hands on her hips and pulled her with him towards a less crowded place. He found his way to an empty room, where he finally, maybe a little more rough pressed her up against the wall, before tracing her neck with his lips. ”I’ve missed you too, Raven.” he mumbled towards her skin, as his fingers moved down her hips towards her thighs instead. Oh, how he’d missed kissing her, the smell of her, the feel of her and not least: feeling her bare skin against his. He had every intention of taking her home as soon as possible to feel the sweet sensations, that only she could cause, going through his body again.
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