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Post by likearose on Dec 26, 2009 21:13:20 GMT
- - - - - - ’cause our lives are [/font]   going up in flames ! - - - - - -[/font][/center]
She was wet and cold. Very wet and cold. Wet, cold, and pissed off. Most of it was her fault mind you, but she'd never admit that to anyone. She was pissed off for a reason, the reason being why she was out of the Quidditch pitch at three in the morning on a wednesday night, rather than curled up in her bed, or Diz's bed, or Score's bed, whoever pciked her up off of the couch. But she hadn't fallen asleep there this evening, she'd been fuming. No one had noticed obviously, they never did. Jersey had a perfect mask, one which she could hold up even in the throes of misery, or, when she was furious, obviously.
She had spent half the evening watching Diz and Scorpius make faces to eachother, the kind of faces that she couldn't decode. Because they didn't want her to. But, she didn't think they noticed her watching, she was 'studying.' Diz was always getting on at her about homework, so she thought, with everyone else preoccupied, having things to do without asking her if she wanted to do anything, she might as well do some homework. That was they wouldn't notice her quiet observation. No one noticed that she was there at all, not really. A few first years staring at her in awe, and a couple of guys who looked like they wanted some. That was it.
Jersey hadn't sat on her usual seat all day, for the pure reason that she didn't want to get noticed, but she was still dissapointed when neither of them paid any attention to her. She had thought that her, Score and Diz were getting closer, but apparently it was just Score and Diz. It had been like this for a couple of weeks, and she had began to spend more time on the pitch, and in the library. But the library was closed at night, so it was Quidditch for her. Unfortunately, it was raining. And very, very windy. And very, very cold.
Sighing, she tipped her broom, heading straight for the ground. The wind rushed through her hair, and she smiled widely at the danger that she might not pull back up in time. As she got closer and closer to the ground, faster and faster, she noticed someone wandering towards the pitch, from the school, and sighed, pulling up, her feet grazing the grass. Pulling to a stop, she jumped from the broom, throwing it over her shoulder. Straightening her hair out, she pulled her mental mask across, arranging her face into her usual stoney expression, no emotion in her eyes. Heading towards the figure, Jay walked straight past them towards the girls changing rooms. She couldn't be bothered with this. It was her time, her time to think and her time to do what she wanted without having to think about her mask and pleasing people, the only time she could be herself completely.
"Why do I even bother with him?" she asked herself, not a whisper, but yet, not a normal tone either, not paying any more attention to her surroundings as she wandered across the muddy pitch.
[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] as we watch[/font][/size][/i] L I K E- -I T ’ S- -A- -M O V I E[/font]
STATUS, finished
TAGGED, scorpius
WORDS, no clue
MUSE, no clue tbh.
NOTES, kinda shitty and depressing. sorry, babysitting my brothers.[/size][/color] i come alive with you [/font][/size][/i] whadduuup! well, this template was made by monica !
at caution to the wind. if you take off this credit then i
won’t hesitate to send my pack of mutant ninja turtles
to attack you with blunt sporks :3 either that or i’ll go
all anikan skywalker on your ass. lyrics from the song
“legends” by madina lake. check them out, they=love.[/font][/right][/color] |
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Post by shinoa on Dec 27, 2009 0:35:01 GMT
 scorpius stood at the end of the girl's dormitories with a look of complete pain on his face. it was really early in the morning, like the type of early that meant that scorpius hadn't even attempted sleeping today. it wasn't unnatural to see him up so late, in fact, he barely slept on weekdays, but it was unnatural to see him with that expression. you see, dizzy could be fooled by jersey's stone face, but scorpius couldn't. he grew up the last six years with her, being in all her classes and in her grade and such. where everyone could be fooled by that face that he called the "yamani" face, which was based on a book series he read as a child he went by small indicators in her expression and her stance. little things. the way she walked, how her eyes crinkled when she thought something was funny, but didn't want to say anything. small things no one got, but scorpius had watched for ages in his own quiet little way.
this particular day, she had been angry about something. it wasn't obvious in her face at all, but how she walked, how little she talked, how she quickly removed herself from his and dizzy's presence lately. she was becoming more solitary. scorp feared it was because of how him and dizzy had to constantly be contacting each other and sending the quiet messages. it wasn't because he liked one before the other, it was just before he could ask jersey could be one of the group making the virus, the teach had closed it, saying four people was enough, and scorp couldn't invite jersey or even talk to her about it. he was told that anyone who knew besides them could be a danger to what they were doing, even if scorp trusted the person with his life. so he couldn't even talk to his best friend about it. he wasn't sad that he chose dizzy to tell first, that wasn't the issue. dizzy was the first one he could get to with remy present, and then remy had someone she wanted to add to it, and then it was closed. if he had gotten to jersey faster, he'd be hearing it right now from dizzy, not standing here like he was.
a young fifth year came and tugged on his shoulder, looking up at him half with concern, and half with fear. "she's not in her room, scorpius."
scorpius nodded sadly, and thanked her, pushing himself off the wall with his shoulder blades to fall effortlessly into the common room. his head filled with places that she could be. he'd already checked the library, it was closed, and she wasn't in any of the places she usually was. he sat back on his heels for a moment and soon came to the conclusion of the quidditch pitch. if she wasn't there he was going to bed and he'd pin her in a corner tomorrow. ask her what was wrong by overwhelming her or something. at least not let her move. he made his way across the common room and ran through the corridors to the exit of the school. the only obstacle he nearly had a problem with was peeves, who he had a prior "agreement" with, so it didn't take long for him to get passed him.
outside, the rain was pouring hard, and he was soaked in seconds, but scorp didn't care. he was used to it. he played quidditch in more rain then anyone else he knew. he probably played better in it actually. he loved the rain. he made his way quickly to the quidditch pitch, and could already see jersey flying around the pitch. she was the only one who would be out so late. he jogged through the doorway of the pitch, past the locker rooms, and into the pitch, watching as jersey landed on the ground. she was on a mission now, a mission not to talk to him, it was how her stance was. there was still traces of anger, but the walk was the mission walk. she walked right past him, and he stopped and bit his lip for a moment, then turning to run back towards her.
"jersey, wait!" he yelled, running in front of her so that he'd act as a block.
status: done!
taggs!: jeyjey!
words: seven-three-six
muses: eh. it's alright
notes!: aww. she makes me sad D:
songs!: london bridge, fergie [get. it. out. of. my. head.]
credits: banner: emilie cassh, template: me.
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Post by likearose on Dec 28, 2009 15:11:50 GMT
- - - - - - ’cause our lives are [/font] going up in flames ! - - - - - -[/font][/center]
Her head was spinning, the pain and misery and pure, undiluted anger that had plagued her for days threatening to explode. She stopped at the sound of his voice, and bowed her head, dropping her broom to the muddy ground, and clutching her head in her dripping hands. The pounding didn't go away, no, if anything, it made it worse, and she couldn't look up at the boy that towered almost threateningly above her, her masks fallen for the first time in years. "What do you want?" she asked wearily, her shoulders slumping, as she attemped to hide the shivering from the wet and cold that corsed through her, only succeeding in making her look even more miserable. Raising her head, she stared him directly in the eyes, her eyes open, shining with a strange emptiness that she hadn't felt since the strange conflicts with her brother years ago. An emptyness that she'd only ever shown to Scorpius, and only once, that meant only one thing. She was falling apart. She was really, truely falling apart.
Score had been her crutch for so long. He knew almost everything about her, but, she never thought that he could see her for her. He'd had this facination with Diz lately, that had left no room for her in that small and secure bubble. The last few days had shaken her foundations, making her believe, despite everything she knew, that she was no better than one of the Weasley clan in her frienbds eyes. Deep down, she new it wasn't true, but that never stopped the surface feeling, the irrational one's. Her arms were now crossed across her chest, almost sheilding herself from anything else yet to come. Maybe she was being dramatic, but she didn't really care. She was doing what she felt like doing.
Looking up into thoses eyes, she sighed, not seeign what she wanted to see. Jay didn't know what she had expected, some kinda of honesty, something that showed her that, this time, he understood what was wrong, without her having to spell it out to him like she usually did. Yeah, he knew when something was wrong, most of the time but he never really knew what was wrong.
Bending down, she picked up the broomstick from where it had fallen, and straightened up, sidestepping Scorpius and heading for the Quidditch changing rooms. but not before muttering a few words to him. "Angel, don't you worry your pretty little head about me, I'll be fine." she muttered, with a feeling of dread settling in her stomach, and trotted over to the doors, pulling on the handle. She was sick of comming secondbest to Diz, just because she was younger, because she wasn't British pureblood royalty, because she wasn't his family. Maybe it sounded conceited, but she only wanted to be considered to most important to someone, just once, and for a while, she thought that Scorpius would put her first. What a fool she was.
[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] as we watch[/font][/size][/i] L I K E- -I T ’ S- -A- -M O V I E[/font]
STATUS, finished
TAGGED, scorpius
WORDS, no clue
MUSE, no clue tbh.
NOTES, kinda shitty and depressing. sorry. i have no spellcheck, not at home. sorry.[/size][/color] i come alive with you [/font][/size][/i] whadduuup! well, this template was made by monica !
at caution to the wind. if you take off this credit then i
won’t hesitate to send my pack of mutant ninja turtles
to attack you with blunt sporks :3 either that or i’ll go
all anikan skywalker on your ass. lyrics from the song
“legends” by madina lake. check them out, they=love.[/font][/right][/color] |
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Post by shinoa on Dec 29, 2009 17:54:53 GMT
scorpius watched as she bowed her head, as if she were tired and was just going to fall asleep on him in a moment. scorp's heart skipped a beat, he knew it wasn't physically tired, it was emotionally so. and never had he seen her just so easily give up that stony exterior of hers to him. she must be in really bad shape, and it made scorp feel really guilty. he felt even more guilty when the broom fell from her hands, which to scorpius meant weakness. he wanted to reach out and help her, but he imagined his hands would just be pushed out of the way. it didn't help that she snapped at him, asking what he wanted, and he couldn't bring himself to ask what was wrong currently. he found it easier to talk to the stone face instead of this slumped form. he was just feeling guiltier by the second. almost wished he was angry or something. he always got better at things the angrier he got, getting people to understand him or talk to him was definitly one of them. mainly because his anger was creepily calm, like the rest of his emotions. except panic, anyway, but he doesn't get that often.
when she finally looked up at him, it was like a sting. he'd never seen that before, and he stood in a sad amazement at the sadness, loneliness and the emptiness that was there. he could guess now what was so wrong. it was definitely because of how many times he's had to abandon her lately. it wounded him to do so, jersey was his favorite, as bad as he felt to say it. dizzy was his family, and he respected her sure, but jersey was the one that he could be loose and free with. not have to worry about having not done his homework so that dizzy wouldn't hit him on the head. jersey was, for lack of delving into deeper feelings, his best friend. and he'd had to avoid her a lot lately, that couldn't have helped the sneaky feeling that scorpius always had, that she thought she wasn't good enough for the rest of them. she was more then enough for him, so he had no idea where she got this conclusion from. he did remember that he'd seen an emptiness before though, from the problems with her brother a little while ago, that had taken everything out of scorpius to get the jersey he knew back. not that he would have abandoned her if her normal self hadn't of come back, but you see what he means.
he was still met with a bit of confusion though. it could be something else he failed to notice, and her arms crossed over her chest when she saw that in his eyes. he could be this calm thing that people leaned on sure, but at the same time, he did miss things. like if some animal of hers had disappeared or something. he'd never notice something like that. but he just had a feeling this one was his fault, mainly because of how she looked at him, in that way that he could never understand, mainly because it was him. he was the problem, and he couldn't change it now. he'd screwed this one up. he should have found jersey before he had found dizzy. but he didn't think it would tear them apart like this. he'd just thought that maybe he could show it to her as a surprise. she who didn't think she was more important to him then his own house, who half bloods did wander through now. he could show her what he was mainly doing for her, so that just purebloods could rule their school, show they were more important, no matter where they were from. jersey wasn't english born, like him, but he never really cared. her difference awed him to be truthful. they couldn't all be the exact same.
she shook out of it it seemed, retrieving her broom and stepping beside him, saying words that generally put him in a bout of annoyance. she probably used it to keep him in that spot for a bit, which did work. he was not a fan of being called angel. sure, when he wore all white he looked exactly like a typical one, what with being built like the stereotypical angel, with the white blond hair, the angelic face, etc., but he just was not fond of being called it. it just made him feel like an oxymoron. an angel that was all twisted and evil inside. great. he was a fallen angel. no wonder he didn't have the wings to complete the look and loved flying about. these thoughts were all thought with high sarcasm of course, he didn't actually think that about himself, he just had his own sarcastic reasons for not being called that. once he shook this from his head, he turned to follow her, not letting her just drop it like that. he followed her to the door, and just let himself through it, ignoring the fact that he technically shouldn't, seeing as it was womens. but at this point he didn't care, and it was just jersey, he occasionally pulled her to his bed when she fell asleep on him. it was practically like she was his own sister.
"jersey, wait please." he hopped this time the please would at least get her to talk to him, as he was being polite now. "i'm trying to make it up to you here."
status: done!
taggs!: jeyjey!
words: nine-three-one
muses: it better be doing good ><
notes!: ... she's still making me epic sad.
songs!: uh... audiobook? -the historian = creepy-
credits: banner: emilie cassh, template: me.
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Post by likearose on Dec 31, 2009 20:48:55 GMT
- - - - - - ’cause our lives are [/font] going up in flames ! - - - - - -[/font][/center]
The silence suffocated her, dragging her farther and father down into it's traps, traps filled with resentment and fear and the thoughts of betrayal. It was almost like one of those fear curses that she had stumbled upon her father casting when she was younger, the type that plucked one fear from your brain, and magnified it until everything around you had some connection to the fear. Some magics, she wished she had never learned. It was happening to her now, the sensations almost exact to the one's that she had studied, but the symptoms different. Her hands were shaking, tears were building up, hidden, luckily, by her hair. Her mind was twisting, trying to find ways out of the situation, whereas the curses made it so that you were resigned to stay. Not wanting the tears to fall, she raised her head enough to sweep round for the quickest escape route, a straight route with the least chance of Score catching her. She just couldn't deal with this right now.
Score had always been bigger and faster and stronger than she had. She was small, short and light and delicately built. He could outrun her easily, and they were on equal footing on the flying ground, luckily. He was fit, she'd always known that, especially in the last year or so, he'd matured. He began to look less like his father, whom, when he was younger, he was a miniature version of, only knowing this because she had spent a week or so in the summers at Malfoy Manor with Scorpius and his parents. She had thoroughly enjoyed it, and it was these times that she learned most about him, things that she was again now. He wasn't relaxed as such, but, looking at him, he wasn't as tense as she had seen him before. He was confused, and maybe slightly annoyed. But mostly confused and pensive, and she wondered if he would say anything, justify the treatment, the waves of disdain and the cold shoulder she'd been receiving, but she got nothing.
The minutes ticked by with nothing, and a wave of disappointment washed over her, as she muttered, and moved towards the doors. It was only then, when she stepped over the threshold of the room, and he followed her, that he voiced anything. And the laughter almost spilled out of her. Make it up to her? He had stood in the rain in a field and looked at her, how was that doing anything. She had a right, a right to angry, upset, and downright disappointed with him.
"How?! You've not said anything! Do you even know what your making up for?!" Her voice was sceptical, mocking him, and she could almost hear the laughter, the mocking laughter of self-hate and ruin, and smiled sadly. "Do you even really care any more?" She finished, whispering, the tears building once again. Did he care, did he have any felling towards what he'd put her through in the last weeks? She smiled a sad smile up at him, and reached for the bottom of her wet uniform, and pulling it up over her head, leaving her in a pain of silver full length trousers and and black gym top that reached just under her bellybutton, leaving a patch of skin, that she didn't acre about. Score had seen her in less, and she folded her arms, waiting for a explanation.
[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] as we watch[/font][/size][/i] L I K E- -I T ’ S- -A- -M O V I E[/font]
STATUS, finished
TAGGED, scorpius
WORDS, no clue
MUSE, ((:
NOTES, new years eve. i need booze. -wanders off-[/size][/color] i come alive with you [/font][/size][/i] whadduuup! well, this template was made by monica !
at caution to the wind. if you take off this credit then i
won’t hesitate to send my pack of mutant ninja turtles
to attack you with blunt sporks :3 either that or i’ll go
all anikan skywalker on your ass. lyrics from the song
“legends” by madina lake. check them out, they=love.[/font][/right][/color] |
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Post by shinoa on Jan 12, 2010 22:59:48 GMT
the laughter was cold, he hated that type of laughter. all his laughter was warm, used when most people laughed unless he was really really angry. and he only ever got to that point of being angry when he passed the whole yelling and got to suicidal, that anger where people try and work you out of it, and then realize you've gone completely insane. the anger where your life became a joke in front of your eyes. that was the only way he'd laugh so coldly at anyone. and it wasn't pleasant. his second girlfriend [yes, he had had one, just for two summers] had seen him angry, mainly because she had let him die for a few moments because she wasn't able to get over the fact he had bled on her shirt. what kind of fucked up thing was that? and he was angry after that, he had thought he had loved her. even his parents had loved her. she can go to hell for all he cares now, for he would have risked a fifty thousand dollar suit to save her life. he'd risk his life for dizzy or jersey, which was why this moment with the cold laugh, though he knew for a fact hers wasn't as bad as his. or at least, it didn't mean as bad as his. she was just annoyed with him, that he could tell. stupid women. he was not a psychic, and he can't pay attention to them all and know how their brain works. he's a guy, that should be excuse enough, they act and take things completely differently.
it was clear to him what he had done now though. she thought she was being ignored. the laugh reminded him. the memory of his ex who had sat there and ignored him as he had bled everywhere because he wasn't paying attention to her clued him in in moments. he wasn't as stupid as people made him out to be, it's just occasionally when it came to being unsure what he's done wrong, he was a little slow. he can't read girls like he used to be able to anymore. you'd think it'd be easier seeing as he flourished in the last year or so, and he was getting so much bloody attention it was practically annoying [there was a girl somewhere who knew that he doesn't wear underwear often because it itches. this is not information he shares, so.... how the hell did she know that? creepy!], he was wondering if he just start hanging out with guys suddenly now. become gay or something. he was already bisexual, he could do gay really really easily. probably enjoy it more too. this attention thing was just getting weird. used to be that girls would understand you if your attention got drawn away a little by something, unless it was another girl, and if jersey thought he had something with dizzy she could go to hell, that's disgusting. now, it was like you had to pay attention to eating or homework and they got pissed at you. the vanity and the ego was just completely off centering, and being asked like this if he even knew what was wrong or if he even cared just happened to make him that much more angrier about it.
"well what was i supposed to say? 'hi jersey, i've had to be concentrating on something else for the last little while, i hope your proud of it when you see it.'? you'd ignore me from 'hi'! you looked like you were going to fall apart. what am i supposed to say to that?" he then snorted when she asked if he even cared. "yeah i don't care." it was words laden with sarcasm, she'd recognize it. he scoffed and shook his head for a bit, then looked back at her to barely realize she was now standing before him in less clothing. not that it mattered, he used to have to bring jersey up to his bed because she'd fallen asleep in his lap. she could be naked and it wouldn't faze him one bit. "i don't care so much that i'm out here at three in the morning when you know how i am with sleep. i'm soaking wet just like you because i don't care, i'm going to probably go under months of you not talking to me just to wait for you to realize i'm waiting for you because i don't care, and i basically have been trying to make you a gift for a surprise because i don't care." he wasn't supposed to say that, but he was a tad angry. he'd lost his calm. you could tell in his eyes the most, he stopped blinking when he lost his calm. he turned and slammed his head onto a locker, to let the pain consume his head. it helped calm him down. his hands came to rest on his neck and his head stayed in the small indent now evident in the locker. "i'm overworked jersey. i've maybe had three hours of sleep in the last week." what with homework dizzy's made him do, quidditch, school, eating, and looking after that potion, as he was the potion genius and didn't really care about said "beauty sleep", he had had maybe a few naps with his head in a book in the library. that does not count as sleep.
status: done!
taggs!: jeyjey!
words: nine-one-eight
muses: it kinda fails i'm sorry.
notes!: ack the sadness ><
songs!: whatever bryce over there is listening to.
credits: banner: emilie cassh, template: me.
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Post by likearose on Jan 13, 2010 21:15:03 GMT
- - - - - - ’cause our lives are [/font] going up in flames ! - - - - - -[/font][/center]
"Well it was only fair! Sure, I get that you don't have to spend every second on me, I've always known that, but when you dont say more than a monosyllable to me in three weeks, what do you expect me to think Score? And if i looked that bad, why didn't you do something about it?!" What did he want her to do? Tell him it was okay, that she'd let him off with it if he didn't do it again. Scold him like a little boy and then let it go? Just let it go? As if. She may be the forgiving type,
"Really? You have a funny way of showing it. Why are you even here? Don't have have better people to see, better things to do than stand here with me? People more worthy of a Malfoy?" She spat the name with an air of contempt. Of coure, that was the problem. She was a Jones. Maybe a respected pure blood family in New York, but not overhere. In Britain, they were just another regular run-of-the-mill pureblood family. And she guessed it wasn't enough for Mr Snooty Tooty over there. "Who do you think you are? Really. What happened to you? Where did my score go?" she asked, the tears overflowing. She missed him. She missed the kid she could tell anything and everything to, without worring about what he would say baout it, just knowing he'd be there. She missed her pillow, the kid who's pick her up off the sofa if she'd studied out, or carry her up to his bed when she was drunk, just because he knew she liked to use his chest as a pillow, and didn't like to be alone in the morning with a hangover. She missed him so much.
"SO FUCKING WHAT? Who's fault is that?!" She screamed, tears poaring down her face, finally losing her cool. She couldn't keep this up. How dare he, how dare he turn this around and make it seem like her fault. Okay, if he thought she wasn't good enough, if he thought he could replace her with someone else, then sure, but no part of this situation was her fault. She tried. She tried to iniate conversations, tried to get his attention, tried to make him talk to her for more then two seconds, but nothing, not a thing worked. She was lost. She didn't know exactly what she did wrong, but, she didn't really care at the moment, she could ponder over that later, once she had dealt with this situation.
[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] as we watch[/font][/size][/i] L I K E- -I T ’ S- -A- -M O V I E[/font]
STATUS, finished
TAGGED, scorpius
WORDS, REALLY SHORT
MUSE, ((:
NOTES, so so so fucking sorry. i died half way thro -stressing-ugh.[/size][/color] i come alive with you [/font][/size][/i] whadduuup! well, this template was made by monica !
at caution to the wind. if you take off this credit then i
won’t hesitate to send my pack of mutant ninja turtles
to attack you with blunt sporks :3 either that or i’ll go
all anikan skywalker on your ass. lyrics from the song
“legends” by madina lake. check them out, they=love.[/font][/right][/color] |
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Post by shinoa on Jan 17, 2010 9:43:18 GMT
scorpius snorted, not a very nice sound, but oh well, that was how it came out. "yeah, because i usually talk a lot. i think this is the most i've said in one sitting in MONTHS." he spat out the word and fought to keep his head on the locker, and not to look at jersey. it wasn't because of a fear of what he'd see there. it was a fear of what he would look like, as he knew by now his eyes would look blood shot, how contorted his face would look. he screwed his eyes shut. "and oh yes, it's just easy for me to look at you and say something when you've frozen me on the spot. so fucking easy!" his hand clenched into a fist, and he slammed it into the locker to calm himself down again. it was odd, but the pain calmed him down. he liked pain. he liked it way too much. in fact, had jersey decided that hitting him would be how to take his anger out, he wouldn't even be speaking, he'd probably be lying on the floor allowing her to do it, and trying not to then take advantage of her. when he does it too himself it just acts as a "make the anger go away", when other people do it, it becomes an issue. he clenched his hand and brought it to his chest, where he let it bleed a little against his chest. "I don't know what to say anymore as it is, alright?
now, on normal circumstances, the whole "worthy of a malfoy" thing just makes him scoff, shake his head, and then walk the other way, but when he heard it from jersey, that's just about when he lost it. thankfully not angry i'm-going-to-kill-something lost it, more his own sort of sanity lost it. that thing he never got where jersey didn't think she was good enough. way back in the day they all came from the same country, he didn't see why it was such a big deal that one was more adventurous to see different lands now. she just seemed to think that it was all about status to him. he didn't care if you were a french pure blood or an egyptian poor blood or an english pureblood. just that you were a pureblood. that was all that mattered to him. and it would rock even more to be a pureblood in just a few days. he very slowly slid off the locker and started to make his way towards her, never liking it when one of the people he had trusted with his very soul, that he had trusted enough to cry in front of, dared to sink him that low. "You want worthy of a malfoy, jersey?" his voice was low, that sinister voice he heard from his grandfather before he was about to be beaten. "you want to see who in the world is apparently worthy of my family's company? how about we take a trip to see the people in AZKABAN JERSEY." he was now standing right in front of her and he leaned down a little. "i am not worthy of your family. my grandfather should be in jail. my father should be in jail, but they aren't because of my family name. how does that go for you? feeling better about your family's effortless and smudge-less record yet?" he was shaking now, and he was sure there was going to be tears welling up in his eyes at any moment here. he hated being angry at people like this.
"it's MINE!" it was about the exact same time her tears started to fall that his did too. he took a deep breath, and then his hands came up to gently grab her face as his head came down and to bump into her shoulder. "it's mine." he had gotten through the anger bit, now he'd gotten to that part where he completely breaks down. like completely. at that stupid dance thing he'd probably not be able to concentrate past poisoning people. he sunk to his knees before her, which put his head a little lower on her shoulder, but he barely noticed. his hands could feel tears going down her cheeks, and he refused to let her see his. his lips kept whispering small "it's mine" statements, and eventually, he just whispered it out. "i'm sorry, jersey. i am. they wouldn't let me talk about it, i didn't know what to say." his hands just dropped and he sat there like a marionette without a person to pull the strings to lift him up.
status: done!
taggs!: jeyjey!
words: seven - seven -seven
muses: 5 am muse!
notes!: sorry hun o.o. series of unfortunate events! and if you want me to change the post, i will.
songs!: colin natter in my ear.
credits: banner: emilie cassh, template: me.
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Post by likearose on Jan 18, 2010 14:34:53 GMT
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Skeptically, she raised an delicate eyebrow, disbelief written across her features. That was his best excuse? Really? She held onto the urge to laugh, and levelled her stare on him, but he didn't look up. Did she disgust him that much? "Really? Seems like you've been talking to everyone else, but me." The accusatory tone in her voice was hard to miss, unless you were thicker than a kneezle in heat. She watched quietly as his fist connected with wall, knowing he was getting angry, and the last thing she wanted was to be in the locker's position, if she said anything. But, she couldn't help it, the shit he spewed from his mouth was almost hysterical, him still trying to blame the girl, trying to tell her it was all her fault that she was abandoned by the people she trusted the most, the only people she trusted.
"I, I froze you out?! Are there missing pieces of you memory? What about the million times last week I tried to have a conversation with you, but you shoe'd me away like I was a dog, because you were too busy to talk to me? What about two days ago when I tried to grab you in the hall for two seconds because I'd had a shitty day and wanted someone to talk to?!" she ranted, thinking of a million different times when she had tried, tried to talk to him, but got nothing, nothing at all. What did he want from her? What did he want he to do, just give up, because she was damned close to it.
At his next comment, her shoulders slumped, and she moved her gaze from his profile to the flood, face falling from the semi-angry expression it held. Of course he didn't want to talk to her, didn't want to say anything to her about anything, because, because, she just didn't know anymore. "What happened to the Scorpius that would tell me what was wrong? Who'd let me help him?" the words emerged in a whisper, and she closed her eyes, head still bowed, almost in submission.
Suddenly, his voice changed, and she shrank into the corner, flinching, to get away from the threat in his tone, that hatred that laced his voice as he bellowed at her. She kept her head bowed, tears flowing, afraid to look up and look him in his eyes. She had known it was wrong as sson as she had seen his face, she had known she shouldn't have said it, but she didn't think before she spoke, she didn't pay attention to what was poaring out of her mouth, and she knew she had potentially lost him for good. Shanking, her hands, her shoulders, her voice, she muttered. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." her voice broke on the last word, and she fell silent. his tone had been one that reminded her of her father, when he had been doing business, when someone had dissapointed, when someone dissapeared for good.
There was a deadly silence, and then the next words scared her already shaking system. She didn't register what he said, only that he had shouted at her, again. She flinched when his hands reached for her face, but didn't stop him, and she followed him to the floor, her hands going up to rest on his arms, in an almost defensive move. At his submissive embrace, his submissive words, she found the strength to rip herself from his arms, and she flew to her feet, crying and shaking, from the cold and the tears and the remains of the fears. She took a few steps away from him, gathering her things in her arms, and trowing her broom over her shoulder, heading for the door. "You know what angel?" she said, not knowing why she used the affectionate pet name she had for him. "You don't have to say anything, I'm out." Wrenching the door open, she bolted across the raining pitch, sobbing loudly, just trying anything, anything to get away from everything that had happened in the last half hour.
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WORDS, six eight four
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at caution to the wind. if you take off this credit then i
won’t hesitate to send my pack of mutant ninja turtles
to attack you with blunt sporks :3 either that or i’ll go
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Post by shinoa on Jan 23, 2010 18:04:50 GMT
all he heard was the sorries. that was it, it just rang in his ears. he barely heard her get up, barely heard her call him that infernal nick name, barely heard her leave. he just sat on the floor, staring at it, thinking what a stupid turn his life had taken. it didn't really matter whether he had jersey by his side or not, but he would have liked her there. oh well. it was her fault. not his. he can't be expected to pay attention to everyone at all times, and seeing as apparently he speaks to people, which he barely does, just remy lately to be honest, she must be either seeing things, or making crap up off the top of her head to support her thesis. he remembered perfectly well who exactly he had talked to in the last few days. most of this time he's been trying to keep up with the strict regime his cousin had given him. it didn't matter now he guessed. if jersey wanted to pull this now, when things were difficult on him, when he had n.e.w.t.s to worry about and such, that was her choice. don't come complaining to him.
very very slowly, he crawled into the shower, and turned on the cold water. his head was making excuses for him, as it always did whenever he'd just had a fight. it was how he moved on so easily from thing to thing. made it seem like something never happened, and that he wasn't to be blamed for it. it was simple enough for him to just sit back and let the cold water fall on his body. he'd fall asleep in that shower, probably wake up freezing cold, but that would be punishment enough. he could move on after that. scorpius curled himself up into a ball and cuddled himself, and then let himself half cry and think himself to sleep, icy cold water turning his usually golden pale skin turn a silver blue. if he was dead in the morning, justice would be served. he didn't even think once about hypothermia as he finally drifted off to sleep.
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status: done!
taggs!: jeyjey!
words: really. stupid. short.
muses: eh.
notes!: i name this thread done.
songs!: press it up - sean paul
credits: banner: emilie cassh, template: me.
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