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Crazy
Jan 20, 2015 21:20:50 GMT
Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2015 21:20:50 GMT
Baby, I'm preying on you tonight Hunt you down eat you alive Just like animals, animals, like animals-mals - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
She seemed insulted that he used a pet name. He smiled at her words. He held his chest like he was insulted himself. ”Such fire for a little woman. Don't let it go to your head sweetheart. It's just a old habit I never ended.” One he had gotten because his sister told him he needed to say kinda things to women. She didn't like the way he looked at them...with such hatred and annoyance. A lot of that was due to his mother. Such he was young she instilled such hate within him. A burning passion of the wrong sorts. This girl could hardly know that truth though. He dunk his head back into the water. When he rose again, his eyes locked with hers once more. She was challenging him. There was no doubt that if he wasn't careful she would use every little bit of weight she had to try and dunk him herself. She didn't look like she could weigh much. She could most certianly try. Though he knew from experience never to judge based on appearances. So maybe the little lady could very well do it. Her words sent small chills down his spin. Not because he was scared. Simply because her accent was delicious. He swam closer to the woman. Without a word he pulled her against him. His hand gently cupping her lower jaw, lifting it so that their eyes met. ”Still want to dunk me?” He asked. His voice was a little huskier then normal. Being this close to her...he was playing with fire.
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Crazy
Jan 20, 2015 21:41:27 GMT
Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2015 21:41:27 GMT
` angelique delacroix:  tag;; @exsanguis
She didn't know what it was about this man, but he just... infuriated her and... then some. There was a fire in her she felt that was foreign to her. It was more than just being frustrated. Sure she wanted to hit him, and she wanted to smother him, and curse him in seven languages, but at the same time, she wanted to feel his touch, press herself against him again. And the taunting of his kiss, made her shudder in anticipation.
Was he part veela too? By the seven hells...
But she was a logical woman. She forced herself to remain focused, she couldn't get washed away in her emotions and thoughts, especially out here with someone like him. There's no telling what could happen.
But as he went under, she paused, her eyes searching around the dark waters for any sign of him. She silently cursed herself for letting him slip away. But as she floated there, she felt the water in front of her stir, and before she could react, her eyes widened as he pulled her towards him. Reaching forward with one hand, she place it against his chest to brace herself against him as the other hand was used to keep her from sinking as he cupped her jaw, tilting her head up to lock her eyes with his.
They were beautiful. So bright, full of life and fire, they were enchanting, and made it impossible for her to look away. Did she still want to dunk him? Of course she did. But she was fighting an internal struggle of primal instinct and vengeful emotion.
She parted her lips to speak, but no words came out. It was hard enough for her just to break eye contact with him, let alone form a coherent sentence. So logically, she did the only thing she knew she could do.
The hand on his chest slid up to his shoulder slowly, his skin like fire beneath her fingers. "Oui, je veux." she murmured softly before pushing down with all of her weight to dunk him beneath the water. It was tough, but necessary.
`ooc notes; She is so not a tease <3 |
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Crazy
Jan 20, 2015 22:05:22 GMT
Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2015 22:05:22 GMT
Baby, I'm preying on you tonight Hunt you down eat you alive Just like animals, animals, like animals-mals - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
As his eyes held hers, he tried to tell himself he was just playing with her. That he didn't want to just pull her into his arms and kiss the living hell out of her. Every instant within him was screaming at him to just back away and go. To leave the water, and get away from this teasing woman. She brought out things in him he could barely fight. Ex didn't get close to people. Period. He never allowed himself to just tease and joke around with people. That sort of thing played with the emotions. And if he stayed here for long. This lovely tormenting creature could very well end up in his arms and then he'd be in a world of hell. What on earth was he thinking anyway. It wasn't like he could offer her anything. Or even a decent side of himself. He began to sober up with his thoughts. Her french caught him off guard. And he knew exactly what she said. And as expected her hands made their way up his body and within moments he was going under the water. He swam away from her then, heading his way back to shore under the water. He could swim behind something and get away for a bit. He wasn't entirely sure what to do. This woman had him on edge. His mind racing. He came back to the surface, about halfway from her and the shore. His eyes landed on her. Her wet hair framing her face. Probably one of the most enchanting women he'd ever seen. ”Such a shame. A kiss would have been better.” He commented. A small chuckle escaping his lips. ”The spell will fade in a hour or so and then the water will be much colder. We can light a fire so your clothes dry and recast the spell. Or you can leave freely now if you wish.” He explained. If she left in the chilly air, she may get a cold. He didn't really wish for that to happen.
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Crazy
Jan 20, 2015 22:38:53 GMT
Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2015 22:38:53 GMT
` angelique delacroix: tag;; @exsanguis
His submersion under water seemed to relieve a lot of tension and stress in Angi. If she couldn't see those eyes, they couldn't bewitch her as they did, right? They were almost haunting her, sending chills through her. There was something about him, and she couldn't place her finger on it. And that, more than anything, not knowing something, put her the most on edge. He, in a sense, disarmed her somehow of her greatest weapon. Logic.
All of her logic and reason told her she needed to just go. Swim back, leave him behind, and pretend this never happened. Or it would have, if she could understand what her mind was trying to tell her. The woman was fluent in seven languages, but couldn't comprehend that her mind was telling her to leave, because her instincts were telling her to stay.
As he resurfaced between her and the beach, she snapped from her thoughts and frowned slightly. She didn't expect him to honestly run. There was a twinge of disappointment in her, but she tried to hide it, push it away as she swam towards him, closer to shore. She figured after their game, he was tired, ready to leave, so was heading back for his things. At least, that's what she thought at first, until he mentioned building a fire, and letting her clothes dry.
This took her a bit off guard. Even more so than already.
He wasn't leaving?
That's when she remembered he mentioned the kiss again. He... really wanted a kiss from her. As much as she wanted to kiss him in return, she hesitated before replying. She knew what she was, and the effect she had on men. Did he really want to kiss her? Or the veela?
Angi began to second guess herself even more so as she gradually made her way to shore, going just close enough to allow her to sit on the lake bed and remain submerged.
"I do not kiss men whom I do not know ze names of." she finally replied as she looked up to him. It was as gentle of a way for her to put it. They did not know one another, so what reason could he possibly have to want to kiss her aside from the obvious. Which, is something Angi had fought with her entire life.
She didn't want to be just another half-breed. Another veela.
She just wanted to be Angelique.
`ooc notes; Now she kinda feels bad, lol <3 |
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Crazy
Jan 20, 2015 23:00:41 GMT
Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2015 23:00:41 GMT
Baby, I'm preying on you tonight Hunt you down eat you alive Just like animals, animals, like animals-mals - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
In truth Ex just wanted to calm his body of her effect on him. Her eyes, and her words. She seemed to have such a wild personaility. Then there was that concern there in the beginning. She was a total stranger to him, yet she had been worried about his welfare. Afraid that he was going to freeze within the water. The last time anyone were truly worried about him was when Desmond was still alive. The man always told him he'd get himself into deep trouble one day. He was going to find someone that matched him wit for wit and he was going to fall under her spell. You won't even know what hit ya buddy. One moment you are going to be dumbfounded about her effect on you and irritated that she's fighting you so hard. And in the next minute you are going to love her with every fiber of your being and go out of your way to keep her safe. Those words always remained in his mind. Des was such a daydreamer. Always believing the best in people. Sadly he did the same with his son...and ended up killed due to it. He clenched his fists at the thought of that jackass. He ever got his hands on him...he was a dead man. The woman swam closer to him, suprising him. He expected her to just let him go without a word. After all she had to be furious at him for getting her into this mess and getting her clothes soaked. But instead there was a change in her eyes. Almost...hurt. Could she be upset that he swam away? She was furious just a few minutes ago. She had looked like she wanted his head on a spike. But that anger was there. There was a mixture of emotions swirling in those captivating eyes of hers. What was it about her? Why was he so tempted to sit there and talk with her. He should get back to his shop...it was still early yet. Yes, it would be dark soon, but it was still a bit early to close up shop completely. She sat there beside him, commenting that she didn't even know his name. Would she connect his name to Slytherin? Or worse...to his parents? ”I'm Exsanguis Lutheran Torhment.” He replied after a few moments of thought. His eyes flickered to her. ”And you are?”
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Crazy
Jan 20, 2015 23:12:49 GMT
Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2015 23:12:49 GMT
` angelique delacroix: tag;; @exsanguis
Something inside of her felt more at ease the closer she got to him. As playful, infuriating, and cocky as he was taunting her, in the end, when he could have left, he still stayed, offered to wait for her clothes to dry. He seemed to genuinely want to spend that time with her, even if they weren't trying to drown or piss one another off.
When she mentioned the fact she didn't know his name, she half expected, half feared, he would blow the question off and give her some bogus suave come back like 'you can call me whatever you want'. But once again, she was surprised he took a moment, and gave her his name after a moment of hesitation.
What was he hesitant about?
One of the benefits and downfalls was that being from France, Angi was not in any way familiar with the families and houses of Great Britain. So no matter what his family did, what they were known for, Angi was completely oblivious to it. Which may have worked in his favor in the end.
Reaching up, she offered him a smile, extending her hand to him."A pleasure to meet ju. Angelique Seraphine Delacroix." her name was heavy with accents, but rolled off the tongue like silk. She genuinely had no idea who his family was, and she was equally genuinely glad to know him formally.
`ooc notes; You think he's confused!? How do you think she feels! <3 |
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Crazy
Jan 20, 2015 23:35:20 GMT
Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2015 23:35:20 GMT
Baby, I'm preying on you tonight Hunt you down eat you alive Just like animals, animals, like animals-mals - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He felt such...peace sitting there in the water. It was strange. Even being next to someone else in one of his favorite spots, he didn't feel threatened or judged. It was relaxing. He closed his eyes and took in sounds of the water moving around them. The pleasant sounds of a gentle breeze...all things missed when one lived in the city. Or if one was surrounded by loud factories or businesses. Things just were not the same. As much as he loved his shop and the memories he had there, he much perfered it there by the water. Last summer he spent hours just writing and singing his music. He'd sit there for hours on end just playing his guitar. Usually not stopping until his fingers were sore. Sure he could enchant it to continue but he was a little old fashioned. He perfered to do it the old fashioned way. The way music was actually supposed to be. She didn't seem to recongize his name, which caused him to breathe a little easier. He hated his father. The man was known for being a monster. A Slytherin who killed for pleasure. And Tortured others for fun. His mother was not far behind him. That was one of the reasons their arranged marriage worked as well as it did. Granted, he did stray...but...in the end they stayed together. Right up until their death. Amazing how much time how has passed and yet both of them were still etched into his memory. Like a sickness that never properly goes away for long. Her named rolled off her toungue easily. A sensual name. Angel....how fitting. ”I can tell you are not from around here. Are you liking the area?” He asked. He swarm back a little until he could reach the ledge. He picked up his wand that he left close to the water. It wasn't with his clothes because he knew better. He needed it to be close by encase he needed it for emergency. "Flagration.” and with that the heat was renewed around them. ”Oh by the way, the water may get a little warmer with the spell renewed since it was already warm from the first spell.” He wanted to warn her in case it grew to warm. It wouldn't boil or anything. But it would be noticeable. Almost like being in a actual hot spring. He placed his wand back down and swam back over to her, sitting back down in the same spot.
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Crazy
Jan 20, 2015 23:53:31 GMT
Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2015 23:53:31 GMT
` angelique delacroix: tag;; @exsanguis
Her name actually had a few meanings buried within it that felt significant to her. Angelique was from her mother, her father told her that her mother named her because her mother called her an angel. Seraphine, that was from her father, because when she was born, Angelique had strong, powerful lungs, and he could see that veela fire in her, so he chose Seraphine, French for 'burning one'. Delacroix, that was one in of itself that would only be recognized back home.
The Delacroix family was a respected, highly regarded pureblood family in it's prime. The generations spanned for hundreds of years without stray, the family name was guarded to the point any bastards were discreetly disposed of.
Angi was one of those whom was meant to be discarded. She was a half-breed born out of marriage. It was a stain on the family, and her father fled with his veela lover. Her father was the first traitor to the family as he fled to Great Britain, and Angi herself had been too terrified to return home. So she accepted England as her home now. But never in her ten years of living here did she feel so... comfortable... than she did now. Something about being here with him, listening to the sound of his voice, put her at ease like she hadn't felt since... ever.
"I moved here from Paris when I was ten." she nodded, confirming she was a foreigner. "I started 'ere at 'ogwarts when I was eleven, I was a Ravenclaw." she smiled, clearly fond of the memories of her house. It was quite literally her second home.
As he made his way back towards her, she eased herself closer to him as he renewed the warmth spell. She just felt this... primal need to be close to him for some reasons he could not explain, and that, in her core, terrified her in a way she had never experienced. So to hide it, she continued talking. It's all she knew to do. "My brother, Jacques, and I 'ave grown very fond of here. Jac just began at school," she paused, glancing to the castle from across the lake. "I 'ope 'e does well, yes." she shook her head, looking back to him.
"And ju? I assume ju are quite familiar with ze area, no?" she teased.
`ooc notes; He's still a butthead. Just an adorable cute butthead. <3 |
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Crazy
Jan 21, 2015 0:24:29 GMT
Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2015 0:24:29 GMT
Baby, I'm preying on you tonight Hunt you down eat you alive Just like animals, animals, like animals-mals - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
When she looked forward as she spoke, he couldn't help but steal a glance at her. Her blond hair coming down over her face. It was frizing up in places, as water tended to do to hair, but she still looked lovely just the same. There was such a sweetness to her face. Almost as if she never really saw any terrors in life. She still wore that light blush on her cheeks. Perhaps it was just natural for her. He found her interesting. She was foreign, now living there in Britain. Absentmindedly he wondered if she lived close to him. He blinked at his own thoughts. What was wrong with him? It was Britain! It's not like everyone he knew lived next door to his place. He almost felt like a pre-teen with their first crush. He needed to get a hold of himself. Why would she leave a perfectly reasonable school for Hogwarts? Not that there was anything wrong with his old school but....she was clearly Veela...or part Veela. They had their own unique all girl schools. It just surprised him. He felt curious. Was it hard for her growing up? He heard stories of young women realizing their hold on young men at very young ages. Some of them took advantage, some grew terrified of their own gifts. It had to be a pain in the ass not being sure if someone liked her for her true self or was just drawn to her for what she was. As he sat there he wondered at himself. Did he feel at ease being around her for what she was...or the sides she showed him there. Sure her beauty had drawn him in. But those quick eyes, sassy lips, and clever words were more intriguing then her look by itself. See you can't even blame your attraction on the Veela in her now! His brain seemed to have a way of pointing out the obvious. ”On the plus side, at least you didn't have to change schools midway. You got to start here at eleven. Many transfer students don't get to do that. They get thrown into a bunch of people they hardly know half way through their school year and not know what to do or who to talk to.” He commented. ”I knew a guy like that. Came from America. He said it was bizzare. He didn't even understand what was going on around him. Claimed classes were more advanced here then at his old home.”So she had a younger brother. She sounded very fond of him. He felt a twinge of pain in his chest as he thought of his sister. If only he could see her face again. Her voice held a teasing tone. That's a first. He couldn't help but smile back at her. ”I have lived here all my life. In fact I own a store in Hogsmeade. It's called 'Twisted Arts' most people assume its only a Dark Arts store but I have just about anything there.”
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Jan 21, 2015 0:51:39 GMT
Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2015 0:51:39 GMT
` angelique delacroix: tag;; @exsanguis
The Delacroix family accepted nothing less than the purest of their line. and Angelique herself thus far was the only hiccup in the history of the family. If it wasn't for her father smuggling her out, it was likely that Angelique would have a grave next to her mother's.
Sometimes Angi asked herself what things would have been like if things were different, if she had been born a pureblood, stayed in France, attended Beauxbatons. She quickly had to remind herself that it was moving here to England that gave her father a chance to meet her step mother and bring her brother into this world. And Jacques was everything to Angi. She wouldn't give up the world for him, even if that world thought less of her.
"Zat is a benefit, yes. But... it is a bit more... complicated, with my family. Scholl was not ze issue at all, sadly." she murmured softly, glancing down at the water where her body disappeared beneath. Why was she even telling him this? She didn't understand. But the words just kept coming. "I 'ear schools are just different. Zey have different focus areas. So... I am sure it would have been okay." she tried to force a small smile, trying to be optimistic.
But as he spoke of his shop, she finally turned her attention to him, so glad to have the topic off of her. She was rather curious about him and wanted to learn more. At least, until she heard 'dark arts' shop, and her eyes widened nervously.
Who did she just meet?
"Dark arts?" she asked softly, a distinct look of concern crossing her features briefly.
`ooc notes; Now he's gone and done it. He done scared her. <3 |
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Crazy
Jan 21, 2015 1:13:47 GMT
Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2015 1:13:47 GMT
Baby, I'm preying on you tonight Hunt you down eat you alive Just like animals, animals, like animals-mals - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He was enjoying the quiet conversation with Angel. She was a rather interesting person. Perhaps she had a better history...maybe even a worse. But the woman before him was smart, wise and clearly caring. A lovely change of scenery from a lot of the regulars that came and went in his store. Yeah not all of them were Death Eaters but simply have the word “Arts” in his shop name kept them all coming in. Most just believed he was a under cover death eater. Most really couldn't believe he didn't have the mark. It all made no real sense to him, but truth was...business was business. He needed to keep money flowing so he could at least live a decent life. His parents left him more then enough to live on...but to him it was all blood money. If he never had to spend a dime of it he would be perfectly happy. Her words told him there was a lot she was leaving out. Perhaps she felt uncomfortable telling him about it. He couldn't fault her there. It wasn't like he went around sharing the secrets he shoved in his closet either. If he found out what she was afraid to tell him, then he'd find out, but he would never push her for the information. After all, he'd likely punch someone if they tried to do that to him. The concern lacing her voice was not a suprise at all. He chuckled dryly. ”Now that is the voice of someone that clearly has never been in my shop.” He teased. ”Yes, I sell Dark Arts supplies, but mainly that's because my dear friend, the old shop owner Des used to sell as well as the other stuff. You can find potions, some pets, books, music instruments, and hell....there are things not there that you can ask for that I can probably find. Though some guy wanted me to sell him a meremaid...I think he was menal.” He joked. Trying to get her to relax.
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Crazy
Jan 21, 2015 1:28:58 GMT
Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2015 1:28:58 GMT
` angelique delacroix: tag;; @exsanguis
Not even Jacques, her own flesh and blood, her sun and stars, knew nothing of what would have become of Angi's fate in France. It was a secret that she and her father shared that he took... wherever it was he went to. She missed him, but tried to give him the benefit of the doubt that he left for good reason. He wouldn't just abandon his family for anything less.
Maybe in time she could learn to trust this man, this man whom had seemingly captured every fiber of her being and ever second of her attention. She couldn't stop looking at him, thinking about him. She loved the look in his eyes, the sound of his voice, and the feeling of his touch.
Next thing she knew, she found herself next to him, leaning her shoulder against his, her head on his shoulder as she listened to him talk about the shop. He was trying to be honest, or play down it's true intentions, in which she herself believed the latter. One of her faults was trying to see the best in people.
But having him this close, even if he spoke of dark arts and magic, she still felt comfortable with him. Like in the back of her mind, she wanted to believe that he wouldn't practice such. And she would believe that until proven otherwise.
"Per'aps I can come visit, yes? I am sure it is lovely." she offered with a small smile. She wanted to see his shop for herself before making any judgments. Perhaps it wasn't as bad as her mind built it up to be. "I apologize. I just do not meet many who dabble in such magics. Er... I do, but... I do not really acquaint with zem, no. It 'as been very difficult to keep Jacques sheltered from all zis... war business." she sighed softly.
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Crazy
Jan 21, 2015 1:55:06 GMT
Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2015 1:55:06 GMT
Baby, I'm preying on you tonight Hunt you down eat you alive Just like animals, animals, like animals-mals - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Even as he spoke about his shop he could still tell she was concerned. She didn't entirely believe that he was involved in such things. What would she do if she knew he was a pureblooded Slytherin? Would she believe the worst of him then as well. He found himself wanting to tell her things. Thing he really told no one else. He wanted to open up and be honest. But his brain told him he needed to stay guarded, that there was no way she could understand the things he went through. He wanted to tell her about Lilly. She kept doing things...that reminded him of her. Lily was a blond as well, so when Angel made those faces...it reminded him of the treasure he was missing. Angel seemed to be a treasure in her own right. She was a calm peaceful woman when she was listening to others speak. Such a thoughtful creature. She made him feel less broken...not as....fractured. Ex had been so lost in explaining the shop to her that he hadn't noticed her head on him. Her soft breathes as she listened to his words. Her hair....had such a nice smell to it. He closed his eyes breifly. He couldn't place it, but the smell stood out. This woman was bewitching him. Her words brought a small smile to his face. She was doing her best to believe in him. ”I'd like that actually. You see...my shop was given to me by a man who took me in when I was younger. After my parents died I felt lost...he began to teach me everything he knew. I began to see him as a father. You see....in school...I was a Slytherin. The hat couldn't decide which house to place me in. Gryffindor...or Slytherin. But...I knew if I chose Gryffindor...my father would be enraged. And he'd take it out on me...or worse...my little sister. I allowed myself to be placed into Slytherin. I'm not really into the whole Death Eater thing. Though I can't tell you how many people have asked me to join their ranks. As you can see from my arms...I'm not marked. That's a mark you can't enchant...you can't hide it. Why would I want such a mark?” Exsanguis had no idea why he was even telling her these things. He just....felt like he could talk to her. ”I have no family now. My sister was murdered....Desmond was murdered by his own son....who happens to be a Death Eater....so as you can see...I have every reason to hate them. They took away the only things in my life I felt close to....” His voice trailed off. He just couldn't make himself talk about it anymore.
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Jan 21, 2015 2:15:25 GMT
Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2015 2:15:25 GMT
` angelique delacroix: tag;; @exsanguis
Despite his 'line of work', she felt something good in him. Veelas were emotional creatures, and Angi tended to be very strongly empathetic to those around her. She didn't need him to tell her his thoughts, his feelings, she could practically taste it, his sorrow so thick in the air, it was palpable.
As he went on, like her, he seemed to just come undone at the seems. Telling her things that, she felt truly, he did not tell many, if anyone at all. And while that filled her with a sense of purpose, that she could be someone important to him, it also in a way scared her. How close was he getting to her? How close was she getting to him?
Either way, he could see the look in her blue-green eyes as he recanted his past, her expression deepening with concern, sorrow, worry, and everything in between. She could hear it in his voice, she could feel it in the air, how just speaking of this brought him so much pain. It almost hurt her to see him have to endure it.
Reaching up, she wrapped her arms around his, hugging his arm gently against her chest as she lifted her eyes again, locking them with his when he looked down at her.
"It sounds as if jur family wanted so much for ju. More zan ju wanted for jurself." she frowned slightly, that feeling of coming undone overwhelming to the point, she found words spilling forth she couldn't stop. "My family on ze o'zer hand... zey did not want me at all. Ze Delacroix family were very respected purebloods for many many generations. Until I came along. My mo'zer, she was a veela. Ze first non-pureblood to birth a Delacroix. My family would not 'ave it. Zey wanted to erase her and I from ze family, to save ze family name. But, she died when I was born, so my fa'zer tried to hide me. It was not till I was ten did I come 'ere. Zey either believe I am dead, or zat I will not come back. Jacques, he is my step-mo'zer's child. She died to an illness five years ago, and last year... my fa'zer vanished. No trace. So, Jacques was left in my care. He is all I 'ave."
She paused, looking to him as she reached up, cupping his cheek with her hand. "Jacques is my every'zing. I could not imagine losing 'im. No more zan I could imagine ze pain you felt losing jur sister. I know it is not enough, but... I am so sorry, Exsanguis." she frowned. She knew that wouldn't undo anything that happened, but... maybe he could find comfort in knowing that someone understood how much his sister meant to him, and how truly sorry they were for her loss.
`ooc notes; She's still running from her past. /sadface <3 [/font][/div][/div] [/div][/div] |
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Crazy
Jan 21, 2015 2:41:46 GMT
Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2015 2:41:46 GMT
Baby, I'm preying on you tonight Hunt you down eat you alive Just like animals, animals, like animals-mals - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Exsanguis had no idea why he was telling her so much. He managed to tell her more in the last few hours then it took him to tell Des in like....five months? Maybe more. He could remember the half terrified look Desmond had on his face when he annouced he killed his parents. The man had actually taken a few steps back from Ex, forcing him to feel even more shunned and alone. It had taken a few days, but Des eventually came around and asked him to explain more of why he did it. When he told him of his mother raping him...then his father joining in when he was older....his sister being raped before him by his father for simply feeding him. And of all the things she could feed him...it had been grapes. Grapes had been Lily's undoing. If not for her giving him those, she may still being here this day. But instead, he would forever be haunted by his father slitting her throat before him....her lifeless body falling to the floor before his feet. A single tear fell from his eyes. He could never have her back. Could never hold her and tell her things would get better. Or threaten the life of her boyfriends. He'd never get those privliges with her. Just knowing that killed him a little more inside. Part of him had always wished she would of came back as a ghost...just...be there for him. But honestly...he wouldn't know if she ever dead. For she would have been in that house....the house he burned when he was younger. She began to tell him her own story. How she was unwanted by her own family. He felt a stab of pain in his heart for her. He understood that entirely. When his family realized he didn't want to be some dark leader, they hated him. They wanted him to be the next Dark Lord. It was what he was born to do. Yet he had shunned all of that. Blew off the years of training. He wasn't some evil monster to be groomed. Why should he ever try to bother with something he didn't want to do. Why was it so hard for them to just accept him for who he was? The way she cupped his cheek was so tender...it stunned him. He closed his eyes, trying to mask the surprise he felt. He wasn't used to anyone showing him this side. It felt so...foriegn. The way she wrapped her arms around him...it all was just...drowning him in emotion. So much confusion clouded his head. Why did this woman effect him so much? ”My sister was always there through everything. Each time I was punished...she was there to make things easier on me. She never lost faith that I was a good person. She believed in me more then anyone.” His voice was low as he spoke, but his crystal blue eyes stayed on hers. ”You're family is low for turning their back on you. It's clear you are not a bad person. It's clear you care about others. If they are that willing to turn their backs on someone has kind hearted as you, then they don't deserve your love to begin with, Angel.” And with that he leaned down and gently placed a kiss on her forehead. Look at them, two shattered souls spilling their secrets to each other. And to think...this adventure started with him pulling her into the water with him.
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