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Post by amethyst on Jul 21, 2009 20:36:03 GMT -5
 SHES THE KIND OF GIRL[/font] that makes love hurt[/i][/font][/center]
Down time was something that Amethyst rarely had for herself, but when she did, she spent her hours on the sand of the chilled beach. The hour was something late, probably past midnight, and there was no sign of stars in the sky - the result of the near by pollution of Los Angeles. The weather man had said that there would be a low of 80 for the night, though it felt closer to something close to 60 degrees. Then again, the girl was sitting just a few feet from the night water that was crawling to and fro from the ocean so it was bringing a brisk bite of the cold temperature. With legs bent at the knees and her arms propping her torso up by stretching behind her, Amy sighed and let her head tip back so her chin was facing the sky and her eyes easily closed. For that simple moment where she was quiet and took a deep breath, it all seemed to wash away.
For that short moment, the world washed away and she was able to sort out her thoughts and her memories. A lot of her memories wandered back to her family that lived back in the east, though the strongest memories were those that had Sebastian in it. The guy that she had managed to tear apart after giving him the immortal gift - something that could be a burden to him now, it seemed. She had only bit him so they could be together forever. Why the girl ever agreed to such, who knew. She never had a stable opinion on love and trust - it all scared her. The last thing she said to Sebastian was "I can't", and that scene played over and over in her head whenever she had a quiet moment for herself. So, did she really come to the beach to give herself some time to think? Or was this time to remininse and mentally beat herself up for the mistakes she caused?
A sigh broke out of her lips, the first noise she made for a long while and she sat up. Dusting her hands together to break away the sand that clung to her small palms, Amy shifted her weight forward a bit and folded her arms over her bared knees, since all she wore on her lower half was a flowy black skirt that rode up on her legs a bit when she bent them up. Her arms were bare, even though she had a denim jacket next to her upon the sand where her purse was resting ontop of, and her hair was down with a few waves flowing through. The mocha locks trailed to the middle of her spine and around her arms as she tilted her head onto her limbs, the purple eyes opening and looking across the beach to the city that wasn't too far off. What was the point in her just sitting around, moping about the past, when she could be out partying?
Ah, partying. A habit of Amy's that could be announced as ridiculous. She liked to dance with strangers and take down people's numbers, as well as toss back a few drinks. Though, she was never much of a drug user or a smoker - just a bit of social drinking was her extent of excitement. Her passion was in the dancing and socializing of partying - nothing else. Letting one of her arms drag away from her knees, her hand wandered to her purse and she absentmindedly found her cellphone and flipped it open. Her inbox was empty, which meant no notices that there was a party going on for the night. With a grunt, the girl tossed the phone back into the bag and turned her eyes to the ocean. She was far too lazy to stand from the cold sand now and begin her way home, so she decided to stay for a while longer, just to see if there was anything else her mind needed to sort out.
Except, it always led to Sebastian.
STATUS done. WORDS 687. OUTFIT xNOTES first post. fml. TAG sebbers. CREDIT[/color] BETH BBY ?! of caution two point ohh. |
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Post by rayna5 on Jul 22, 2009 22:29:08 GMT -5
 i see that
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England was an easy country to adore. Everyone was so crisp, to the point and reserved…save for the household ninnies who had the oddest tendencies to frequent local markets. It wasn’t odd that they went shopping, mind you, it was simply strange that they did so with the intention of finding husbands for their unwilling, commonly unattractive, offspring. Offspring is the term used because while the stock is usually female, there is a wallflower of a son or two on occasion. There was hot tea and warm beer, biscuits that were actually cookies, and very little coffee. In essence it was far far away from anything that any Conteo would have welcomed. That was the general idea in any case. Sebastian had moved. Following his abandonment he had shoved off, abandoned his continent of “birth” and reacquainted himself with the swarthy, abrasive Brits.
There was nothing really trying about his lifestyle, nothing that a quick shot of B+ at the mortuary couldn’t fix. In his line of business there was plenty of blood floating around, and as the sole benefactor no one could whine if his dinner was on the company. His time was his own. The actual facilities below ground where he could choose when he wanted to work. Otherwise he made great use of the subway, moving from city to city through that network – traveling left him much time to think. Time to think about Amy, time to think about his past, time to go over figure and time to balance his checks…but mostly he thought of Amy.
It was pathetic how often the two immortals thought of each other in retrospect. According to his father’s philosophies, he should have beaten the wench over the head with a stick and dragged her back to the cave long ago. Then again, his father had never contended with an angry Ames. She was so like her mother, her father, Rafael’s, worst nightmare and Sebastian’s dream come true. There were so many variables in why their relationship had failed. Had Sebastian pushed too hard? Was Amethyst even cut out for a relationship? Was either of them to a mature enough age? As previously stated…too many variables. Then again, there was plenty of time to go over each one in painstaking detail.
Unfortunately that was growing too painful, and Sebastian was not a masochist. So why not retrieve answers from a source that would give him feedback he hadn’t already arrived at? Yes, Amy, unfortunately he’s coming for you. It was one of those things that would doubtlessly prove more damaging the helpful. That was okay though – vampires are said to heal quickly. Sebastian mused that the only one that this could really harm was himself, a risk he was accustomed to taking. Everyone seemed to think that because of his lean body he was not at all brawny beneath the tailored suits. How wrong they were. One might as well call the young immortal a steel wall. This was a development of his own design – a necessity if you will to his business’s profit.
Sebastian had made a short trip to the United States. For a short visit that had everything to do with business…and perhaps his ex-love. Or current, really. There was no putting the woman behind him. There was no desire to forget her. Having boarded the plane, he sat in the spacious first class seat, palms clasped between his knees as his skull was bent, staring reticently at his shoes. It took very little effort to completely disregard the less than fleeting glances of the American tourists who were just returning from their college trip to the country. Not to generalize but they were all stupid and bubbly. Articulations ran through the dark tendrils at his skull, mussing them as the thin line of his lips twitched with angst.
Several hours later we would find our hero disembarking from the plane, stepping to the ground steadily and without that awkward “oh here let me get my land legs back” air. He had flown quite enough to be able to transition without extraordinary effort. The business matter were quickly taken care of, several phones calls filled with hushed whispers of coded language and a meet at a mainstream pizza parlor settled the affair and Sebastian found that he had some free time before his flight out again. Yes, his business was always so quickly dealt with. He was surprisingly to the point – disinterested in the frivolities of chivalry, and the bullcrap that bureaucracy wished to make him put up with.
As offspring to the particular immortal he scouted, his nasal cavities were astonishingly sensitive to her vague scent. And there it was, like honey on the breeze. Strange how she left it so easily picked up. Near the beach no less, it was the middle of the night…why wasn’t he surprised. Arriving at the boardwalk, his steps were those of a being unimpressed with the world, his view sadly quite realistic despite the strange hue of his gaze. Drawing to stand slightly behind her and to the right he stood, palms in the pockets of his slacks. Rocking back on his heels thoughtfully, he didn’t speak. She knew he was here.
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TAGGED ?! Ms. Kalt.
STATUS ?! Finished.
WORDS ?! 873.
OUTFIT ?! see sig.
LOCATION ?! beach near LA.
LYRICS ?! Colorado Sunrise - 3OH!3
PLAYING ?! "".
NOTES ?! Weeeee, seb..
CREDIT ?! RUN, DON'T WALK BETH . of CAUTION![/center] |
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Post by amethyst on Jul 23, 2009 6:05:53 GMT -5
SHES THE KIND OF GIRL [/font] that makes love hurt[/i][/font][/center]
You know that feeling of being watched? It's normally creepy, with the way that it tingles your spine and makes you uneasy. Your nerves sizzle and the small body hairs that line one's body rise to stand on edge, all because someone has their eyes on you, and you can't see them. Oddly enough, when Sebastian's presence came around, and he stood behind her, Amy didn't get that creepy feeling. She should have, really, because what if it wasn't Seb who was standing behind her?
His cologne was a comforting aura and she inhaled it quietly, and a flood of memories broke from the dam in her mind and she almost turned around to face him, and she almost turned to run to him. She almost spoke to him. She almost...did a lot of things when it came to the male. Long ago, she almost vowed her life to him when they spoke of forever. Amy almost brought him to her parents and family to announce that they were a final 'thing'. But almost, is never final. Isn't that a good thing for the girl?
Staying quiet, her eyes closed for a moment as her forehead rested on her fore-arms that were folded over her knees. Was he here to bash on her, and remind her of everything she built up, only to tear everything down? No, that didn't seem like Sebastian. He wasn't cruel like that, or cruel at all, for that matter. Why was he here then? It almost scared her, but like I said, there was that 'almost' factor again. Lifting her head, she turned it slightly and her eyes were focused on his lean build and his...suit.
A brow rose and the girl couldn't manage to hide a ghostly smile. One hand rose and ran her manicured fingers through the front of her hair, to the side, where she then cradled her head as her hand supported it up since she was too lazy. A suit? A people thought she was high maitenance for wearing pumps at the beach. Yes, the girl had a pair on at that minute. Sand was hard to walk in, but she managed without breaking her ankle.
"Nice suit, Seb." She remarked with a touch of sarcasm as her sight crawled up and down his body, though she avoided his cerulean eyes - that was a weak spot. Nobody could ever figure out why, not even her, but once their eyes met, Amethyst could be like putty in the man's palms. Her eyes turned back to the ocean, though she still held her head up with her one palm as she kept her skull tilted. Would it be rude of her to ask why he was here? Or could there be a simple way to ask such a thing? She didn't want it to come off as she didn't want him there...because, don't worry, the girl was most than happy to be in his presence again...but even as happy as she could be, why on earth would he be there at such an hour, like she was?
Amethyst knew he moved across seas. Word spread around and it was just an instinct feeling, so it honestly did surprise her to see him back in California...and in a suit. What was with that? "So...why are you here? I thought you left California after...yeah." What could she say after "after"? Oh, after I broke your heart and tore everything we had apart? After I chickened out after converting you and damning you, THEN left you? Wincing at her thoughts, Amy inhaled and tried to get her head straight, because she knew if she didn't, a rush of emotions would practically man-handle her and this whole visit from Sebastian could likely be hell.
STATUS done WORDS 652 OUTFIT xNOTES oi. its early. x.x so, deeerrrr fuuurrr, et sucks.<3 TAG sebbers. CREDIT[/color] BETH BBY ?! of caution two point ohh. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/color][/size][/font] |
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Post by rayna5 on Jul 23, 2009 14:32:05 GMT -5
i see that
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The sound of a deep inhale was audible, even over the ocean’s softly bellowing waves. The briny pools were gathering in the lower portions of the beach, the sand beds that had been eroded away by the last moon. Tide was coming in, though this hardly mattered to the two immortals that stood reticently on the shoreline. As she sat there, Sebastian could not help but mimic her earlier antics – breathing in the sweet scent he knew so well, even after their separation it was still potent and foremost in his mind. If asked, what is your favorite smell? the answer would be, and always had been, Amy.
The action of turning over her shoulder to glance at him and his attire was noted but no visible response was given. The immortal’s aquamarine gaze was determinedly affixed on the shallow waters in near proximity to them. He could recall every last detail of her features, from the way her small nose fit between her eyes, to the provocative swoop of those sweet lips, he could recall the look, smell and taste of each. Honey. That was an adequate adjective for each – somewhat addictive and always unforgettable. The exposure was new every time the contact was reinstated.
As the remark was made about his clothing, a brow ascended and he did not speak for a moment before he too made his own snarky comment. ”Nice shoes, Ames.” A quiet snort of laughter sounded from somewhere within as he didn’t even bother looking – he knew she had to be wearing heels. Amethyst was high maintenance, high class, and high cost. Her needs were expensive, lavish and often. Not that she wasn’t worth it, but she was definitely one of those girls who wanted the best – she knew what she deserved. So did Sebastian, as a matter of fact.
The way her gaze shifted over his figure induced a chill, a memory flying through his body in response. All those nights, all that time. It took great effort not to fall into the pit of depression so near his past. It was always there, looming in wait for him to be weak and then he would be lost to it. Lost to all the sadness and confusion that went with it. Unfortunately, the deeply logical Sebastian knew that it was as much his fault as it was hers. He was simply too needy. But only for her.
One had to comprehend that she hadn’t wanted that commitment. She’d never wanted to be tied down or in a cage, and no matter how he attempted to sooth her he could never truly convince her that that was not his intention. Marriage had never even been mentioned. Just words. They were just spoken promises. Forever never lasts as long as people say it will. Forever, more often than not, is in the visible future. And then it’s over. And one is left in bittersweet smiles, memoirs of happier days and familiar reminders of those times.
Seb knew that Amy had to be thinking. The spritely woman was far too intelligent to sit there like a miserable fool and not have a single thought wander through her head. After all she wasn’t exactly California stock, per say. She had plenty of German and Spanish in her – enough to provide at least some sort of a brain, and a notion or two about how a thought process is supposed to go. There would be some speech on its way, there would be questions, snapped commentary, harsh words and probably tears. Tears were always close at hand when these two came into contact. There was just too much hurt and dismay at how their fairy tale had ended…up not being a fairy tale.
There it was. The question. And what an amusing one at that. Well Amy I just thought I’d visit you in my Sunday best. The sarcastic words rang in his skull and he chuckled to himself, a palm rising to rub the back of his neck thoughtfully though at this point his stare was observing her profile rather than the horizon. ”You know I left California. I’m here on business.” It was a short, accent littered reply – no nonsense. How like Sebastian.
”Why are you on the beach at night?” He responded lazily, not bothering to explain why his business meant coming out to find her. It didn’t. The mortuary had literally nothing to do with Amy. She didn’t need his money, or him, honestly. Clearly, even. On the other hand that was a perfectly valid question when one was dealing with Ms. Kalt. She was far more of a social buff than to be found sitting on the beach in the middle of the night. Surely some club hopping slut juggling greasy haired immortal was missing the female tonight. The thought made his blood boil, though he had already pushed it away. Her social life was her own. This moment, however, was theirs.
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TAGGED ?! Ms. Kalt.
STATUS ?! Finished.
WORDS ?! 829.
OUTFIT ?! see sig.
LOCATION ?! beach near LA.
LYRICS ?! Colorado Sunrise - 3OH!3
PLAYING ?! Nothing. 
NOTES ?! I'm on FIA today! xD
CREDIT ?! RUN, DON'T WALK BETH . of CAUTION![/center] |
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Post by amethyst on Jul 23, 2009 16:11:56 GMT -5
SHES THE KIND OF GIRL [/font] that makes love hurt[/i][/font][/center]
The old Amy, who was dating Sebastian at the time, would have grabbed sand and tossed it at the vampire behind her as he mocked her attire that adorn her feet. However, those playful terms were put aside and she had to simply toss him a playful glare out of the corner of her eye. Smartass, was her single thought as she focused back on the ocean. So what if she wore heels to the beach?
It had to be known that the girl had no care about what the situation was - she always looked good, and she knew that. Amy knew she deserved the best, like you stated, but she knew she didn't deserve to have Sebastian's heart. The man was far too good for her and her emotionally-abusive self. What man would come visit his old love after she had tossed everything into the blender and pressed puree? A man who had a heart of gold, that was for sure.
Her personality, though, was greedy, and every materialistic woman is the same. When their eye is on something they want, that eye for it never dies. Amethyst wanted Sebastian, and that would never change. But, when she normally got everything she desired, Amy denied herself to try to lure him back into her life. She was greedy, yes; but she was also smart and knew that it would be better for him, if she just stayed a distance.
Honestly, she thought of herself as a disease. One that tricked people into thinking she'd always be there, but when the moment came for the final decision to be made, she'd run. Run far, and fast, until everything was a memory.
She never wanted Sebastian to be a memory.
Her mind had been spinning, though it was all calmed down when his smooth voice broke the silence of the beach again. When he spoke, Amy didn't even hear the ocean waves frothing around at the base of the shore. Business? "What business do you have on this beach at about..." with this, her hand traveled into her bag and she took out her phone, flipped it open, and read the time. "..1:57 in the morning, Sebastian?" Some may have thought it to be a snide, rude comment, but the touch of sarcasm let him know she was being playful. He knew how she was with her sarcasm - never too much, but always enough to be presence.
A hand trailed beside her and rested on the bare sand, her fingers getting lost in the soft, cold grainules. "Sit?" A quiet desire that she asked for, and she only wanted it to last for a while. They would both have to eventually leave the beach some time or another, especially since the sun rose in about four hours or so. "Unless you don't want to get your Armani covered in sand." Amy teased, a smirk haunting the tip of her lips before she bit her bottom lip softly. She had avoided his question on why she was on the beach at night for a moment, mainly because she had no idea what she'd say.
Oh, I was just thinking about you. This is what I do. When I want to think about you without worrying about anything else, I come to the beach. And every time I'm here, I wish you are. Try saying that without tearing up, Amy, I dare you. Shifting her weight a bit, she shrugged and continue to chew and play with her bottom lip while looking towards the ocean.
"It's calm here?" She offered as an answer before looking towards Seb before then focusing on the water. It was soothing, that was for sure. Just watching the huge waves slosh around with their dark coloring eased my mind for a short while and it always did whenever she had a hard day.
Now, I know you're wondering how this girl had a hard day. Miss Priss actually had a rough life? Emotionally, yes. She always worried about her family, since she rarely talked to them. A few emails to her father every now and then, and a few calls to her mother, with rare visits to them and her grandparents that were maybe once or twice a year.
Also, running a clothes store wasn't exactly fun. Do you know what it's like to run a shop that a lot of girls, like her self, liked to shop in? A million Amy's do not get along, kids, so for one prissy brat to have to deal with another prissy brat...is never easy or stress-free. So, yes...visiting the beach to breathe and calm herself was much needed several times a week.
"I come here to think. There's a lot on my mind. Don't you have a spot back in England where you just go to sit and think and sort things out? Everyone normally does, Sebastian." The girl's voice was slow and quiet, since she had no desire to rush things. She needed this time with him. It had been so long...
STATUS done WORDS 864 OUTFIT xNOTES muahah. its longer than yours by like...45 words. SUCKAA! <3 xD TAG sebbers. CREDIT[/color] BETH BBY ?! of caution two point ohh. |
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Post by rayna5 on Jul 24, 2009 19:49:20 GMT -5
i see that
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The huffy expression was that was cast him was ordinary – a response no one would expect out of her – in fact it was disappointing. Please don’t bore me, Amethyst. He thought inwardly. In the old days she probably would have done something far more theatrical; how he missed those days. They were unexpected and somewhat carefree so long as commitment wasn’t a topic of conversation. As soon long as one tried to plan farther than the same hour they existed in it became complicated and tense. They simply didn’t see eye to eye and that was unfortunate. The two were made for eachother. Sebastian’s cool demeanor balancing out Amethyst’s high strung, high maintenance and out and out party animal mode that she constantly swung into.
Her opinion of herself was impressively low, something that Seb had picked up on upon meeting her – her poor opinion of everyone else reflected the inner peril that she struggled with. It made him ache for her, to hold her and comfort her, reassure her that it was all okay. She was more than enough – by anyone’s standards. He supposed she simply saw a monster in the mirror rather than the beauty that everyone else saw. That wasn’t uncommon either though – no one really liked themselves, probably because they could read their thought that was always fairly depressing. Still, it always did best to cut one’s self a break. Whatever created them had either a wonderful sense of humor or knew it was created imperfect beings.
Sebastian supposed that this was a strategic move on their part – distance between those below the gods. That was a move taken directly out of a political book. In fact, he was fairly certain that Pharaohs in Egypt did this… No matter. A brow ascended, his features ducking to examine her countenance as his question was responded to with another inquiry of similar background. His response; a shrug, dismissed her. He despised that tactic – drawing away from his own desire to know what exactly had her out in the middle of nowhere alone. Her mother’s instability in the past had made him concerned about Amy’s well being for some time – a concern that he and her father shared.
She was thinking something, obviously. The way her nostril bridge wrinkled slightly when she thought of something she didn’t necessarily want to think was entertaining…and precious. It made him wish to sigh and reach down to scoop her up, followed by a silent period while he held her. That couldn’t be though, he would have to keep his distance for both of their states of minds to escape intact after this meeting was over. She looked stressed, in his opinion, clearly thinking of something more worldly than the beach. That was a pity, the sand was beautiful…oh wait. No it wasn’t. It was California sand. It was just…corona. That was the only way to explain it.
It wasn’t as white as Florida or Hawaii but neither was it the sludge that Texas sported. The inquiry that broke his train of thought…about sand (He’d just realized how stupid that was.) made him smirk. It was like a rhetoric uncertain question, one that denoted uncertainty – she didn’t really want to say why she was here or she didn’t know. Somehow Sebastian assumed the former. That was fine, he was never in the mood to pry answers out of this immortal. He preferred being told outright and if that wasn’t on her agenda then he wouldn’t add it himself. Then of course she was going to expound on her previous statement – lovely of her.
There’s a lot on my mind. He couldn’t help but agree. You and me both, Amy, you and me both. Discarding the thought without a word of comment, her inquiry and then the assumption made him smirk silently and rock back on his heels, a shrug rolling his gently sloped shoulders. Sometimes his silence was maddening…to others. To Sebastian, the disinterest in speech was a comfort. He never felt compelled to chime in when he truly had nothing to say. And explaining himself to her wasn’t on his agenda – and he wasn’t going to be penciling her in where she didn’t really want to know. He didn’t go places to think. He was always thinking.
As she had asked him quite a while back to sit down, he’d ignored the request – he didn’t want to. He didn’t want to be near her, or closer than he was comfortable with. That included sitting beside her. It felt too comfortable and dream like. He liked living in reality where there was no disillusion. Everything was exactly as it was – black and white, and if it wasn’t he would class it so it fit in the black and white world. That was how he functioned. Thus far he hadn’t spoken, or acted on any of her speech. Standing stoically behind her, his gaze was distant, the muscle in his jaw pulsing thoughtfully as he clenched and unclenched it.
”I can’t believe you’d want me to risk soiling my Armani, Ms. Kalt. That’s quite out of character.” His soft accent tinted the words, as did a layer of formality that kept him comfortable. Speaking as if he would to a mere acquaintance hid the pain of familiarity and placed him at a further distance from the subject who, in this case, was the opposite. He’d been as close as anyone could get to her and now could only make himself stay away with the utmost of his strength. It would probably drive her crazy…he may have gotten some satisfaction from that notion. After all, that perfume she was wearing was nothing short of maddening. Karma, Amy? Yes I believe so.
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TAGGED ?! Ms. Kalt.
STATUS ?! Finished.
WORDS ?! 956.
OUTFIT ?! see sig.
LOCATION ?! beach near LA.
LYRICS ?! Colorado Sunrise - 3OH!3
PLAYING ?! ""
NOTES ?! Ohyeah
CREDIT ?! RUN, DON'T WALK BETH . of CAUTION![/center] |
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Post by amethyst on Jul 24, 2009 21:35:40 GMT -5
SHES THE KIND OF GIRL [/font] that makes love hurt[/i][/font][/center]
This was how they worked. When it came to talking, Amy did a lot of questioning. A pity, really, because she would have been a good interogator for the courts. However, Sebastian was always either slow on answering, or he decided to verge away from the inquiries all together. The funny thing about that, was that Amy didn't mind when the male fell silent. Normally, when things did indeed get quiet between her and someone else, the girl felt awkward and also slightly aggravated. When it came to Sebastian - it was a comfort. There was never an awkward silence, even way back when they had first met. Something about the man's soul calmed her, and eased everything away. If she was tense, all Amy had to do was spend some time with her convert and everything was soft...calm...okay.
That was five years ago, though. She couldn't run to him anymore when things got chaotic in her mind. He couldn't soothe her and make her relaxed like a lavender bath does to a toddler. When things had first fallen apart, because of her, Amy had practically lost her mind. The girl had been lost on how to relax, so the first year or so, was very tense. There had been a lot of anger, and a lot of fighting, as well as killing. So much, that the bodies were left in a slump of mangled skin when she had been hunting. Though, once she had moved closer to the beach, and once Amy realized how tranquil the midnight setting was...it was okay.
To her, the beach that she sat on, was her Sebastian. The sand didn't mind if she sat there for hours in silence. The ocean waves didn't mind if the only thing they could hear were her quiet cries. Even the midnight moon was there to engulf Amy in a metaphorical hug and held her together. Everything the beach did to her...Sebastian had done for her. So, to have him there beside her even if he was several feet away, the girl thought it to be too surreal. When all of the times previous, she had no physical 'Sebastian' to help calm her, but now she did...and she was scared to even look at him because of how unsure her intentions may be.
She realized that he hadn't sit, even for several long moments after she requested it, and it struck her that it wouldn't happen. Nodding in silent understandment, Amy focused her eyes on the ocean. The tide was getting somewhat rough and the slapping noises it made against the rocks that were off to the side a few yards away caught her attention. She watched for a moment as the foam of the salt water formed a residue on the rocks before it disipated and the waves were back to sloshing around. A sigh broke out of her lips and before she had done that, she realized that she had been practically gnawing on her lower lip the whole time. This being done, the girl now had a slightly puffy lip and she winced - how attractive.
While running her finger gently over her lower lip, the vampire heard Sebastian talk and she managed a short laugh. Truth be told, the girl didn't care about the Armani at that moment. She didn't give a damn if salt water found its way to saturate every silken thread of that suit...okay, maybe that was a lie. She would care, a lot. That was a very nice suit - the salt water would damage it completely, and if not, it would be one hell of a dry clean bill. Amy, focus. Maybe if salt water wasn't in the equation, and just sand, the girl would give a damn less about the material, all because it would atleast mean that the male would be sitting beside her. But, she couldn't admit that, could she?
"Armani can stand a bit of sand every once in a while. Trust me, I know these things. I'd never completely risk an outfit, you know that Sebastian." She spoke quietly, though her eyes never met his. That was always a weak spot; her biggest one, at that. If she was to choose between Vitton and Sebastian's eyes, those teal irises would win her over in a heart beat. Just imagining his gorgeous eyes made the girl wince and she tried to shake the image of her head, only to grow silent after a while. She had to start moving, or something that would keep her mind somewhat busy.
Gathering her long legs from underneath her, the girl sat up and then stood while brushing off the sand that clung to her skirt and her bare legs. Bending a bit, she grabbed her Prada bag and her denim jacket, now turning to face Sebastian head on for the first time in so long. "Well, if you won't sit, then will you walk with me? I've been sitting for a while and can't do it anymore. I'd like the company, Sebby." The last sentence was spoke quietly, and was slightly hesitant from the rest of her speech. However, the girl didn't wait as she began to stagger through the sand. It was obvious that she was struggling with the thick sand and her pointed heels, but at least this gave her legs a good work out...not that she needed it.
What she did need, was Sebastian. But it was terrifying for her to admit that. If only he could get in her head and hear how badly she wanted to fix things. Even then, though, when it would come to the moment on if 'forever' would come back into play...everyone know that Amy would run like no other, and it was something that she couldn't fix, just yet.
A second glance was tossed over her shoulder to the male and she stopped her stride for a moment, silently questioning him again if he would walk with her. Please, just give me a few moments with you. It's all I ask.
STATUS done WORDS 1006 OUTFIT xNOTES its war >.>... TAG sebbers. CREDIT[/color] BETH BBY ?! of caution two point ohh. |
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Post by rayna5 on Jul 25, 2009 15:16:38 GMT -5
i think i've already lost you
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There was a long, drawn out silence. A silence that seemed to only grow deeper as the minutes ticked by. There was probably a vortex somewhere in space dedicated to the depth of the reticence that Amy and Sebastian had bathed in throughout their time together. It wasn’t as though they always had to be saying something – they were somewhat content in eachother’s company, even now when their relationship was more than over they could rest very near peaceably in the presence of their counterpart. It had been five years. Five excruciating years. Alright, maybe the last couple were semi-painless. That was a sad thought – his adaptation to life…or existing, even…without the other half of his heart. Then again as a vampire using his heart seemed a frivolity.
Just like breathing.
Only he was less attached to breathing in retrospect, he didn’t miss breathing on a daily basis neither did he yearn to breathe. Freeing a sigh at the thought, Sebastian mulled over the way that the negotiations had ended. Naturally he had the upper hand – being cold and dead, but the other man seemed very knowledgeable about the vampires…an intellect that promised to present problems in the future. He would of course try to pull the blackmail card. And as Sebastian really had no way of knowing just how truly dangerous this particular individual could be he was only too glad to get out of the company of the irritating soul.
The suited vampire had not sat at her request. He detained himself, standing at a distance for both of their mental safety when honestly it was the last thing he wanted to do. He wanted to scoop the woman up and kiss her from head to toe. Sex on the beach never sounded quite so good as it did at present. Then again that was the thought that males would only ever bring up. Truthfully there was no help for the situation. None at all. That was a depressing thought, and he almost made himself push it from his mind. Breathing a quiet sigh, he rubbed his temples and thought quietly to himself – something he assumed she was doing as well.
A quick glance stolen at her only confirmed his assumptions – chewing on her lip was a telltale sign of her reflective state. She always did that – and always suffered afterward. The way she frowned afterward made him smirk, though again he did not speak or comment on her status. What was he to say? Oh look Amy your lip is swollen! HAAAA! I should think not. No, Sebastian simply smirked to himself and shifted in the sand, the granules beneath his shoes crunching slightly with the addition and reduction of weight. That alone would be the only additional sound added to the scene.
The laugh that was relinquished sounded heavenly to his lobes, his smile breaking free without permission and spread over his features as he stared down at her. It was a ghost of a past life. That handsome expression that used to frequent their past and now could only be deemed a rarity – something thought to be extinct or dead in the water. In fact Sebastian allowed it to linger however briefly before sending back into the darkness of his mind – storage. Somewhere he kept old things that he no longer had use for but could not bring himself to completely forget.
The way that her articulation slowly traced the full lower lip was something of a tease, though he himself could recall exactly what her lips tasted like so all was not lost. Her words then were taken apart thoughtfully. She really wanted him to sit. Smirking at the thought of her begging him to stay, he had not responded at all verbally to her prodding words when she ascended to stand upright. This invoked a curious twitch of his brows as he stared unabashedly at her. He almost chuckled as she wobbled slightly – unsteady on those stilts she wore. Well she should be – foolish choice of a wardrobe for a beach. Even worse than his, he thought.
Observing as she gathered her things, he could only rethink that last thought – not the proper attire for a beach. Then again he was grateful she was properly clothed, this would be all the more difficult if he was forced to behave himself in the presence of her nearly nude figure. Small favors, he mused to himself, small favors. The next statement and request, as it were, was unexpected and his jaw hung slack for a moment; truly shocked she had the audacity to ask him to accompany her at this point. His brows were firmly knit together as he silently seethed, savoring the burn of the nickname as he ached inside.
Observing her as she attempted to flounder through the dunes was lightening though – easing his mind, it was too comical to turn into anything romantic. Perhaps he was safe. She appeared so out of her element that he took a moment to watch, appendages folding over his lean chassis in a thoughtful fashion though of course he would soon be traipsing after her. Like a dog that loved being beaten by a stick. No more had he recovered than he was rolling over on his back and begging her to hit him again. Hurts so good.
Nearly chuckling a the thought, and how sick his mind truly was, he breathed a tired sigh – gaze somewhat frustrated as she glanced back expectantly at him. How she managed to keep the balls to ask him to come along with her after so unceremoniously abandoning him was beyond Sebastian’s mental capacities to reason with. I mean really. How on earth did she get that nerve? Clearly it was a family gene. Bending, he unlaced his shoes, took off his socks, rolled up his suit legs and shoved his socks in his shoes, hanging them on his articulations. He placed his free palm in his pocket while the other swung to and fro, holding his footwear.
”You’re going to break an ankle.” He stated matter of factly, nodding towards her tripping legs thoughtlessly before settling in alongside her – several yards separating them. That way if she got something going in her mind he would at least have enough time to get a small head start before it was too late. It was an intoxicating addiction this thing they had and he just needed to keep it out of his system. It was so easy for an addict to fall back into the habit. Especially when the drug was so entrancing. Yeah, Seb, you got it rough man. Strolling on the beach with a hot girl. I feel for ya. Internally he chastised himself, skull shaken ruefully as he zoned out, attention focused on the crunching of sand and the dark horizon once again.
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TAGGED ?! Ms. Kalt.
STATUS ?! Finished.
WORDS ?! 1,145.
OUTFIT ?! see sig.
LOCATION ?! beach near LA.
LYRICS ?! If You're Gone // Matchbox 20
PLAYING ?! Songs About Rain // Gary Allan
NOTES ?! Ohyeah
CREDIT ?! RUN, DON'T WALK BETH . of CAUTION![/center] |
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Post by amethyst on Jul 27, 2009 16:40:15 GMT -5
SHES THE KIND OF GIRL [/font] that makes love hurt[/i][/font][/center]
How did she get the nerve to ask him to stay and keep her company? Honestly, Sebastian? How could you be so stupid as to ask that? You know Amy gets what she wants, even if its bad for both her and the object she desires. So really, just give her the company - it's not like she's going to pin you to the sand and make all your fantasies come true. Looking back to the male as he began to take off his socks and shoes, the vampire rolled her mauve eyes in a playful way.
"Really? If I can walk in heels, you can walk in your little dress shoes." Her words were low and teasing as she then continued to walk through the sand. She stayed closer to the sand that had been washed over with water, since there wasn't as many bumps as the dry sand.
Again, she couldn't help but roll her eyes at Sebastian as he commented about breaking an ankle. "Well, if I break it - which I won't - at least I'll heal quickly. Kudos to being a vampire, huh?" Amy mused while looking over at him. She couldn't help but keep her eyes on him a lot longer than she should have.
Old habits die hard, the girl thought to herself as she tore her sight off his body and focused on the shoreline that was ahead of them. Continuing to walk, her arms folded beneath her breasts tightly while feeling the tingle of the crisp ocean air. By the time I get home, I'm going to smell like I came from bikini bottom... She thought, disappointed, since the scent of the ocean water was so strong in the air - it was bound to stick to her.
Silence came between them once again as they continued walking. However, walking was becoming a task for the girl since her heels were unstable in the wet sand. Every now and then, Amy would huff out of frustration, but she didn't complain about it...yet. Trying to keep her mind off of the sand that was probably ruining her heels, she was raking her mind on what to talk about with Seb. There was so much she wanted to say to him, but those things were completely inappropriate for the time being. No, it wasn't sexual, she just wanted to talk about the old times and how things used to be for them.
"Remember back in highschool....ow..." Amy stepped in a softer spot of the sand and her ankle bent at a wrong ankle before she stepped away from it and fixed herself. "...stupid sand. Anyway. Remember back in highschool when we first started skipping class together every now and then? It was like...one of the first times we went to the beach. You got so burnt, and I made fun of you forever because of how red you were?" The girl couldn't help but laugh softly, her eyes trailing to meet Sebastian's face, but she avoided his teal eyes. Instead, she focused on his mouth, hoping that maybe it would break into a smile of amusement.
There had been much more to that story; after coming home from being at the beach all day and into the early night, Amy had spent the night at Sebastian's house. Before your mind goes into the gutter, they didn't have sex. But it was the first time he kissed her, it was that night that their friendship turned into a little something more. It started when Amy had been rubbing aloe onto the burnt male's back, since that was where most of the damage had happened. He complained that he didn't need it, but the girl knew better and had argued and fought with him until he gave in and let her treat his harsh sunburn. After telling him to flip over onto his back, Sebastian had sat up and their faces were barely inches apart. Silence coated the two of them for several torturous minutes before the boy had went in for the bait and locked his lips with her.
You never forgot your first kiss with your first love, and everyone knew that. It could be decades since it happened, and it merely never left your mind. Amy, had been no exception. Breaking away from that one little memory, Amy realized her heel was stuck in the sand. "Damnit." The vampire muttered before yanking her foot. This resulted in a faint cracking noise, and her heel being dislodged from the sole of her shoe.
The girl's well structured jaw hung in shock as she looked behind her and eyed the heel that was dislocated from her shoe. "Ohmygod!" Her words came out in a breathless phrase as she whined and looked in complete dismay. "This has to be a joke." She grumbled and seemed to completely forget about Sebastian as she dropped to her knees and pulled the heel out of the sand. Twisting to take her shoe off, the girl pulled it off and tried to stick her heel back into the shoe, but sadly - it wasn't happening.
Amy, you fool. You just made a complete fool of yourself in front of Sebastian by falling to your knees because your shoe, of all things, broke. Clearing her throat, the girl stood and took off her other shoe, now completely barefoot. "Don't judge me," was all she said as she avoided his gaze, though she was preparing herself for mockery.
STATUS done WORDS 916. OUTFIT xNOTES D= the SHOE! TAG sebbers. CREDIT[/color] BETH BBY ?! of caution two point ohh. |
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Post by rayna5 on Jul 29, 2009 12:54:53 GMT -5
i think i've already lost you
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The thing about thinking in your head is…it’s in your head. Sebastian’s thoughts had clearly been rhetorical, not requiring rebuttal and certainly not a sarcastic one. As far as Amy’s whims the immortal was well schooled on just how bratty his counterpart could be. It was in his nature to supply things that would appease her wants. The teasing gesture of her gaze induced a curt nod towards the effeminate creature, his stare unabashed and calm as it wandered her physique as she began to walk again. Not that there was anything about Amethyst that Sebastian wasn’t aware of.
As the water lapped at his bare toes now, he felt the cool sensation of the liquid pouring over the tops of his feet and he breathed a sigh – inhaling the scent of the salty air. It was a calming smell, one that provoked a want for memories of summers spent here. And there was a multitude to choose from but Sebastian could not coax himself to wander through memory lane right now, not when the hurt was so near. The logic behind her retort to her breaking an ankle induced a quiet smirk of amusement.
Nevermind the small pain of breaking it, no that was a small price to pay for looking taller in those ridiculous shoes. The slang provoked a brow to rise high up towards his dangling bangs, cool aquamarine stare observing her as she stare back at him, waiting for the moment when she turned away as she always did. The woman was simply too predictable. It wasn’t him leaving her that was the problem, it was her constant abandonment. She was becoming the only reason for her pain. Stupid, he mused but obviously that was the bed she was destined to lay in.
Eternity was a long time to suffer heartache, so internally Seb had worked to distance himself from the emotional side of losing her – honing on what counted now which had nothing to do with her. Raking in the dough as they called it. The next words she spoke induced a grunt, if it happened he would remember it, there was some odd thing about him that made him archive everything that happened to her. Probably had something to do with his consistent perusal of memories in his free time. ”Yes I recall you were quite exuberant when it came to my misfortune.” Smirking mildly at the thought of his crimson blistered self, he shook his head in a dismissive fashion.
Naturally that had been the night of their first kiss, and how well Sebastian recalled it. The memory gave him goosebumps, sending a chill up his already icy spine. Continuing a short ways as she grew dormant, his gaze remained trained on the horizon even as she cursed and moved lower than his peripherals could follow. Finally glancing at her – he had already guessed at what had happened, he lifted a brow and sneered amusedly. Amethyst it’s a shoe. He stated reproachfully, eyeing her neartears features.
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TAGGED ?! Ms. Kalt.
STATUS ?! Finished.
WORDS ?! 503.
OUTFIT ?! see sig.
LOCATION ?! beach near LA.
LYRICS ?! If You're Gone // Matchbox 20
PLAYING ?! Nothing x.x
NOTES ?! Ugh crappy. No muse.
CREDIT ?! RUN, DON'T WALK BETH . of CAUTION![/center] |
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