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Post by Meg Serras on Dec 22, 2008 22:58:43 GMT -8
She raised an eyebrow at his twitching and smirked some more.
"What with that? Having a fit or something?" She teased him. But then a blush colored her pale cheeks as he commented on her looks.
"So you've said." She replied quietly, looking down. She knew she was pretty; she wouldn't have been so popular with men like Silas, she shuddered at the thought of him, if she hadn't been. But she had never thought of herself as beautiful, she felt she was too tainted by the darkness in her life for that. And the myriad of scars didn't help with that image in her mind. Goosebumps rippled across her scarred flesh as his hand moved up from her hip and his fingers shifted in hers.
Word Count: 130
Listening to: Country Radio
Mood: Happy
Notes: Woohoo! Five more than last time Boss!
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Post by Peregrine Alexander on Dec 23, 2008 12:48:24 GMT -8
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Pay my respects to grace and virtue,
Send my condolences to good,
Give my regards to soul and romance,
They always did the best they could.
And so long to devotion, you taught me everything I know.
Wave goodbye, wish me well, you got to let me go.
Are we human, or we dancer?
My sign is vital, my hands are cold,
And I'm on my knees, looking for the answer:
Are we human or are we dancer?
He laughed softly, but then quickly quelled the sound. He didn't like his laugh very much, as it was high, rather squeaky and made him sound like the African wild dog; the hyena, he thought they were called and when he wasn't speaking, his voice went to the other extreme of his range and the effect was, if nothing else, unusually disturbing.
"Indeed, I am currently undergoing a fit of unending madness." He said, his voice full of happy sarcasm. He spun around and rather precariously managed to keep himself on his feet. Appearing to be suddenly very pleased with himself, he started to slam his feet onto the stone floor with a little more force. The combination of his previous success and the fact that he had not yet fallen off his feet and tumbled to the ground was ramping his ego up the tiniest bit, or at least, what was noticeable of his ego.
He did not say anything to Meg's response to his comment about her beauty, but he smiled at her warmly. He was a rather impatient person, who tended to handle things with insensibility. He was kind, for the most part, but he could also be unintentionally rough around the more fragile aspects of his life, but he was always carefully gentle around Meg, except for the one instance when he had lost his temper with her and even then, he only acted with a hint of obtuse "talent"
Speaking of obtuse people, Peregrine had not seen one member of his family anywhere that night and it was starting to intrigue him. Since when was a member of the royal (and ruling) family of Saor absent from the Yule Ball, or even late to it, for that matter. He knew that his sisters and his female cousins at least lived for social events such as this one, so then, why were they missing it?"
[/b] "Now where the bloody hell is that bastard, Peter?" Peregrine muttered, lightly to Meg. "He should be here by now to dampen everyone's spirits and bring the level of intelligence down by about five notches."I did my best to notice,
When the call came down the line,
I was brought, but I was kind.
And sometimes I get nervous,
When I see an open door.
Close your eyes, clear your heart, cut the cord.
Are we human, or we dancer?
My sign is vital, my hands are cold,
And I'm on my knees, looking for the answer:
Are we human or dancer?
Will your system will all right,
When you dream of home tonight?
There is no message we're receiving,
Let me know if your heart's still beating..._______________________________________________ Word Count: 365 Listening to: Nothing, right now Mood: Rushed and faintly annoyed about having to go to this dinner Notes: Aren't word counts fun? XD [/blockquote] [/blockquote] [/size] [/center] |
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Post by Meg Serras on Dec 23, 2008 13:43:18 GMT -8
Meg smiled at his response as she nimbly slipped her feet back away from his stomping boots.
"A little enthusiastic there Peregrine." She commented after a near miss when he had almost caught the toe of her slipper. She was managing to hold her own against his clumsy inability to dance though and was rather proud of that.
"Looking at himself in a mirror?" She replied quietly, surprising herself with the words. From what Peregrine had told her though it seemed something that the other prince would do. She still couldn't really believe she was here, free, and dancing with a prince. It was just odder than anything she had experienced before in her life and she still had trouble sometimes convincing herself it wasn't a dream of some sort.
Word Count: 132
Listening to: Country Radio
Mood: Happy, excited, hungry.
Notes: Two more!
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Post by Peregrine Alexander on Dec 25, 2008 16:37:00 GMT -8
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Pay my respects to grace and virtue,
Send my condolences to good,
Give my regards to soul and romance,
They always did the best they could.
And so long to devotion, you taught me everything I know.
Wave goodbye, wish me well, you got to let me go.
Are we human, or we dancer?
My sign is vital, my hands are cold,
And I'm on my knees, looking for the answer:
Are we human or are we dancer?
"Right, sorry." The prince muttered as he tripped over his own feet yet again. He was cursed with the inconvenience of clumsiness and right then, it wasn't helping him in the slightest, in fact, it was hindering his movements a great deal. And next to him Meg pranced around, grace in her every step and finesse in her movements. "Where did you learn to dance like that?" He inquired, feeling mildly shocked.
His chuckle rose to a laugh as he thought of his most hated cousin held spellbound by his own reflection in the glass. Of course he knew that Peter really wasn't stupid (although he rather did like to image him in that way) and that he most probably did not stare at himself for hours on end.
"Ah, poor Narcissis...I hope he withers away, a shadow of the glory he once was." He side-stepped carefully and actually managed to not wobble on his feet. "I feel sorry for the bastard, but that doesn't mean I don't want you to meet him sometime. There's really nothing that can quite compare to meeting the vapid Peter Alexander..."
I did my best to notice,
When the call came down the line,
I was brought, but I was kind.
And sometimes I get nervous,
When I see an open door.
Close your eyes, clear your heart, cut the cord.
Are we human, or we dancer?
My sign is vital, my hands are cold,
And I'm on my knees, looking for the answer:
Are we human or dancer?
Will your system will all right,
When you dream of home tonight?
There is no message we're receiving,
Let me know if your heart's still beating...
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Word Count: 207
Listening to: Nothing, at the moment
Mood: Jittery, hungry
Notes: Eh, my last one is short, but it provides the perfect window for Stripes to come in with Peter.
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Post by starsandstripes on Dec 25, 2008 19:10:54 GMT -8
Peter walked slowly into the Great Hall. He was late, yes, but he had no reason for dances or balls. They were utterly useless for him; they were a waste of time. It wasn’t the fact that he couldn’t get a date, he got the feeling people didn’t like him around. Ha, like Peter cared what they thought of him. He would much rather be out riding than dressing up and dancing.
The boy glanced around for someone to talk to, although he would hardly say anything worth listening to at the moment. As his eyes swept across the room, he saw not one person from his family, including his uncle’s family. Peter was slightly surprised that not even Peregrine was here. The prince was also a little happy at that prospect though; that his great cousin wasn’t here was probably one of the positives about the ball so far.
Peter walked down the steps while fixing the collar on his black shirt. Yes, he was wearing all black, but the invite never said anything about the colors you had to wear. Black was one of the boy’s favorite colors and he tended to wear it often, as with the colors red and white. As Peter reached the bottom step, a couple dancing turned. The male in that couple was none other than his beloved cousin Peregrine.
A sneer arose when Peter noticed the bands on the girl. Peregrine was dancing with a slave, how disgusting. Peter kept from making a gagging face as he walked over to his cousin. The prince stopped a couple feet from the two clearing his throat to announce his presence. Peter planned to ridicule Peregrine after the ball was over, it would be some much fun. He despised his cousin already, so why was Peregrine doing this? Was it just to annoy Peter even more or was it something else, something worse?
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Word Count: 318
Listening to: Kasabian
Mood: Hungry |
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Post by Meg Serras on Dec 25, 2008 19:28:45 GMT -8
Meg smiled at Peregrine, a twinkle of mischief in her gray-hazel eyes.
"You taught me the basics and I picked up the rest on my own. I am a rather quick learner, plus I happen to be light on my feet." She replied in a teasingly arrogant tone, lifting her chin as if looking down her pale nose.
But as a throat cleared nearby she froze and her chin snapped back down so her neck wasn't left exposed. She knew that tone, it was the one people used when they were entirely sure of themselves and their placing above other beings.
Word Count: 103
Listening to: Two and a Half Men
Mood: Content, a little bored.
Notes: Short, I know. But well written if I do say so myself.
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Post by Peregrine Alexander on Dec 26, 2008 14:50:48 GMT -8
x
Pay my respects to grace and virtue,
Send my condolences to good,
Give my regards to soul and romance,
They always did the best they could.
And so long to devotion, you taught me everything I know.
Wave goodbye, wish me well, you got to let me go.
Are we human, or we dancer?
My sign is vital, my hands are cold,
And I'm on my knees, looking for the answer:
Are we human or are we dancer?
He thought he heard a sound like a throat being cleared, or a rat being trampled to death. Deciding to assume that the sound belonged to the former action, he turned, expecting to see someone of mediocre interest; nobles were so obnoxious at these types of events, but maybe they would get a major shock when they caught sight of the wicked scars and bands of Meg's neck and upper shoulders, but instead, his pensive emerald eyes alighted on the person whom he wanted, for the first time in his life, to see the most. Never-the-less, his sudden and stealthy appearance alarmed the heir. He stumbled clumsily on the spot, still holding onto Meg before he shuddered to a halt, looking up at his younger cousin.
"Ah," He began, in what was supposed to be a bored and lazy voice, "Peter, may I present Meg, er, Meg, Lady of the Bow." He said, twisting the truth to make it sound as if she was the ruler of some great kingdom called "Bow", when he was merely referring to her new-found talent with the weapon. "And this," He careless gestured at the blonde youth, "is Peter, my cousin." He informed Meg, introducing her first, a sign of great respect for her and not for the prince he loathed so much. Grinning in what was clearly a leer of evil glee, he glanced at his cousin, giving him the lowest and most fragmented strains of his attention.
"Did you want something?" He asked, rather rudely. There was no longer any hint of forced manners in his Scottish voice, but then he had refrained from publicly saying "bastard" after "something". He was, after all, representing his kingdom and he didn't want to make too much a fool of himself; what he wanted was to make a complete and utter fool of Peter, but he was still working out how to do so.
I did my best to notice,
When the call came down the line,
I was brought, but I was kind.
And sometimes I get nervous,
When I see an open door.
Close your eyes, clear your heart, cut the cord.
Are we human, or we dancer?
My sign is vital, my hands are cold,
And I'm on my knees, looking for the answer:
Are we human or dancer?
Will your system will all right,
When you dream of home tonight?
There is no message we're receiving,
Let me know if your heart's still beating...
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Word Count: 334
Mood: Happy and sanguine
Listening to: Mr. Brightside by The Killers
Notes: None.
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Post by Aden Shawnson on Dec 30, 2008 20:46:44 GMT -8
Aden swung off Battle's back and grinned up at Thorn, holding out a hand to help her down.
"Come on, let's go let Peregrine and the others know you're alive." He said, his emerald eyes sparkled with joy and love as his long fingers closed over hers. He couldn't imagine how he'd lived without her, he almost hadn't. Losing her had been the worst month of his life, it had nearly been the last. If he hadn't found her when he had he would have killed himself. But he had, and now they were engaged and Thorn was carrying his child. Their child.
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Post by boiz9 on Dec 31, 2008 4:51:21 GMT -8
Thorn was back in her usual gear of trousers and shirt so it was easy to swing a leg over the horses head. She then grabbed Aden’s hand and jumped off. Before letting his hand go Thorn tug him towards her and kissed him soundly on the lips.
“Yes, let’s go and see them. I’m sure they’ll be quite shocked.” Thorn said with a mischievous twinkle in her eye’s that hid how she really felt.
This meeting of old people was nerve racking but she knew she would have to face all those people again, so why not sooner she kept telling herself as they made their way into the ball. Grabbing Aden’s arm she walked next to him right by his side.
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Post by Aden Shawnson on Dec 31, 2008 12:08:18 GMT -8
Aden grinned after she kissed him and wrapped an arm around her shoulders as they walked.
"It'll be fine." He assured her, sensing her nervousness. He pushed the door open and led her into the hall and stopped.
"Um...I think I lost track of time." He said, suddenly feeling out of place in his travel-stained clothes as he stared at the Ball down on the floor. He smiled sheepishly at Thorn and shrugged his shoulders in a silent apology.
"You wanna just go home? We can come back later, when he's no occupied." He asked her, catching sight of Peregrine with a scarred young woman and his cousin Peter.
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Post by boiz9 on Dec 31, 2008 19:33:35 GMT -8
Thorn blinked a couple of times before seeing what Aden had seen when they first entered. Looking down she spotted Pip standing protectively next to a girl and a man opposite them who she couldn’t put a name to. Turning to Aden she asked
“Is the cousin, Peter, the blondie then?” she then turned back to the scene that would surly turn into exactly that soon if they didn’t cool it. Looking back at the girl next to Pip, because obviously it had something to do with her plus family issues, she tried to get a good look at her. Dark hair, scarred and about Thorn’s height. Looking around at everyone she decided now would probably be as good as any.
“Let’s go and see him. Then make the announcements.”
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Post by Aden Shawnson on Jan 1, 2009 0:14:28 GMT -8
"Alright, let's go then." He said, smiling at her a little nervously and gathering his confidence around himself once again. He bowed and offered her his arm.
"We might as well salvage what decore we have left. After barging in dressed like this though I'm afraid that might be a little difficult." He said, a teasing twinkle in his emerald eyes as he did so. He'd forgotten about the tense trio on the dance floor for the moment when he looked back at Thorn and she took his breath away once again. Even dressed in travel-stained breaches and tunic she was beautiful and he couldn't take his eyes off her for long.
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Post by boiz9 on Jan 1, 2009 0:33:03 GMT -8
Thorn curtsied and took Aden’s arm. Smiling at him she turned towards the steps. Holding her head up, she said in her most snootiest manner
“True, we might not be in the latest outfits but it’s who we are, most of the time My Lord Aden.” Before breaking out in laughter.
It was true. She rarely had worn finery but right now it was their moment so she and Aden could wear what ever they liked. Looking out of the corner of her eye she couldn’t help but to admire the man she had agreed to marry all because of love. Personally Thorn thought Aden looked better as he was now than when he dressed nicely.
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Post by Aden Shawnson on Jan 1, 2009 0:39:33 GMT -8
Aden laughed with her and started down the steps towards where Peregrine and his two companions stood. He could feel disaproving eyes on them for daring to come dressed as they were. He resisted the urge to break into a run and greet Peregrine with all the enthusiasm of the boy he'd been when he'd first come here to fight for Saor. And it was by coming here that he'd met Thorn. He owed Blood for that evening at the waterfall. Diamond for the walk home from the river. And Peregrine for knighting and supporting him throughout his endeavors as a warrior of Saor.
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Post by boiz9 on Jan 1, 2009 1:13:34 GMT -8
Aden wasn’t the only one that noticed the stares. As Thorn slowly got her nerves back she stopped playing a noble miss and became exactly that. She still smiled her easy smile but every time she caught a disapproving eye she stared that person down. When she first came here to Saor she had been an outsider, since then she had made friends out of the Prince himself and found true love with Aden. She had also made a place for herself and she wasn’t going to let anyone push her aside. As her and Aden got closer to the trio, Thorn could see them through the crowd and kept her reins tight for she suddenly felt like acting the wolf she partly was and jumping at him. Looking at Aden next to her she smiled her joy of being back at him.
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