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Post by shades on Dec 30, 2013 22:57:23 GMT
Bastian Skyes ; ; Sometimes, Bastian likes to observe things about his ex. In a world of stressed out people, Lauren is very quick to change the emotion she feigns—her eyes are always clear like glass. She always appears to be feigning something. Bastian believes it too, that no real emotion exists behind glass. Glass is clear. It is only a base for things to mold in. Lauren is the glass and Bastian is soft. He is the liquid that Lauren is compressing to fill her. But Lauren doesn’t need to be filled; just touched, smudged, and smeared. When all Bastian wants to do is wash it away, though he would never admit out loud.
His pale eyes look over the closet, noting it’s significance in his life at school. It was something that would be gone in high school, it wasn’t like he’d return to his hell-hole to fuck in a closet—even if it was for ‘good ole times sake’; he could find other closets damn it.
“Seems so.” Bastian deadpanned, not hinting at his true emotions which were rumbling like a storm. His thoughts once again shifting to soft skin and fingernails. But not his fingernails, no her manicured and perfect nails on his skin; tracing his muscles and across his chest. It made him shiver lightly, but Bastian brought his arms up for security; “boy did the temperature drop?” He asked quietly, eyes not leaving the closet.
He took a insecure step back. She was his ex, and though that hasn’t stopped him before (particularly when he broke up with Rachel Stanley in ninth grade and then was seen kissing her in the hallway a day later) something wanted to respect Lauren’s privacy—even though there was the cold desire to shove her in the ‘fuck cubby' with himself.
Maybe it was love. Love, it was odd and contradicting. People who see beauty, they don’t believe in love. It’s contradicting, it can mean nothing, something, or everything. It was odd, and though many women and men have told him they loved him; Bastian Skyes. Bastian would say he loved them too, but he wasn’t in love with them. They weren’t a person he wanted to chase.
Lauren was, does that mean he was in love with her?
No, she broke it off. Bastian shoved it aside, his insecurities leaving his eyes. “why the hell do you care about the fuck cubby anyways?” He asked suddenly, coldly, the Great Wall of fucking China returning. It was an accident, she wouldn’t forgive him; he wouldn’t forgive himself.
He wasn’t above cheating, but once again—you do stupid shit when in love. No matter how much he’ll deny it, Bastian did stupid, out-of-the-box things when with Lauren. And still he denies love, he was a wall; a fucking brick wall and a whore. Nothing will change.
Nothing. |
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Post by Maple ♥ on Dec 30, 2013 23:11:20 GMT
Lauren Moscow:
Bryn slid her hands down along the curves of her body, then slithered her hands into the back pocket of her jeans. It was habit she still had yet to break, but she didn't want to really. Many guys had told her they thought it was sexy, so she kept it. But honestly she just did it when she got a little nervous over something. And Bastian's tone was harsh; too harsh. She bit her teeth together before all her thoughts spilled onto the floor like blood after someone had been stabbed.
She tried to play it off, her smile gone now. "We had some good sex in there is all," she stared at the ground and shrugged. Her emotions were so jumbled that she wondered fi she'd explode soon. Actually, she was sure she would. When Bastian was gone. Because she wouldn't show weakness in front of him, at least not that much. When he brought it up so coldly, Lauren remembered why she'd ended things between them. She thought everything would work. Lauren wasn't a person to care about someone's sexuality or their actions. But when she'd walked in on Bastian and that foreign exchange student, whatever his name was, it had shattered her heart. And Lauren's heart wasn't broken easily. Actually, she was pretty positive her heart had a callus of stainless steal coating it so nothing could break it. But Bastian had gotten his sexy little hands around it and squeezed out the contents like putty, just because he slept with someone else.
Lauren was possessive, that was for sure. When you were her man, you were only hers. She could've ripped that guys dick off after he fucked her boyfriend, but she'd been too heart broken to care. But now those calluses were molded over again and she was back to being bitter bitch number one.
Her eyes coldly swept over Bastian as she remembered this, bitterness taking over her thoughts. "I mean, I'm sorry that this was some place I liked to think about when I wasn't thinking about how you cheated on me." Whoop. There she went. Exploding like a volcano. The truth was just leaking out like lava.
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Post by shades on Dec 30, 2013 23:52:10 GMT
Bastian Skyes ; ; Bastian snorted, she brought that up. Something that made him feel more and more like the whore and slut he is everyday; he still gets texts from Ulrich asking to hook up, if he was single finally, if he had plans for the night. Even after the angry young man had practically smashed the French exchange student into a locker and telling him to mind his own damn business and buzz off back to Paris.
Part of Bastian wishes he could go back too, but that wasn’t going to happen.
He remembers the night clearly; he had been drunk, the taste of alcohol in his mouth and on his breath. But Ulrich didn’t mind, muttering things in French where as Bastian would respond back in English. His voice slurred, not able to translate at the moment—or maybe he was speaking French the whole time. One minor detail to the whole experience, Ulrich and Bastian working magic. His hands tumbling all over the place, mind clouded—French men seriously knew how to woo Americans.
Maybe that was why Bastian was good at what he does, the French rolling off his tongue easily. The girls staring as he used the most romantic language.
Was he speaking French that night?
It was supposed to be Bastian helping Ulrich pick up some men, both of them lounging around and trying to seduce. Their French slipping through, making each other shiver as someone came over. Bastian denied them all with the plain answer, “I’m committed.” But Ulrich wasn’t giving his reason, until finally they left.
And the magic began, as Ulrich would say. Just one night, that was all; he was clouded, fuzzy, but Bastian knew what he was doing and what he had gotten himself into; as the touching began and they got closer to each other. He could of stopped, but he didn’t. Letting the French flow through his ears, wooing him like any American girl would be wooed.
“Fuck you, I was drunk.” Bastian told his ex through gritted teeth, clenching his hand around his backpack strap, narrowed pale eyes watching her quirk. God, it really was a sexy bad habit, he had to admit. “I’m sure you’ve done it before, gotten drunk, slept with a man. We’re both sluts, if I recall.”
Too bad there was no “most likely to become prostitutes” in the yearbook; they’d probably win with flying colors. Not that Bastian wants to become, he’d much rather be an exotic dancer. Much more classier. |
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Post by Maple ♥ on Dec 31, 2013 0:00:41 GMT
Lauren Moscow: Lauren's anger only flared more. "I never fucking slept with any while we were together!" she growled and clenched her teeth. "I may be a slut but I'm not a cheater," she insisted and felt her hands tinging with emotions. Without thinking, or even reasoning for that matter, Lauren stepped forward towards Bastian. After everything that had happened, she still never confronted him about why they broke up. And she assumed that was her fault, for not explaining. But why was it her right to explain? That should've been enough; waltzing into their foreign bed war and seeing that your boyfriend, whom you'd lived at the time, was beneath some slutty french guy looking for a smash.
Her eyes lit up with fire it seemed as she raised her shaking hand, as if to hit Bastian. Her lips trembled with anger and her face was tinged with pink. Oh did she want to hit him. More than anything in the world, besides banging him of course, she wanted to hit him. To smack that cocky ass grin from his face and see the pain there instead. Is that what she really wanted? Him to feel pain? Because she knew Bastian well enough that he pained. A lot more than others. So no, she didn't want to see him hurt. That's why her hand stopped right before slapping his cheek.
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Post by shades on Dec 31, 2013 0:19:04 GMT
Bastian Skyes ; ; Sometimes, Bastian would hold Lauren. He likes it, it can mean nothing and everything; and he remembers the times he would hold her closely to him. He deserved her anger, it was natural. It meant she cared, and his heart soared a little with comfort knowing someone cares for his bitchy attitude. Because others damn well don’t.
He doesn’t remember the last time someone has slapped him. It’s like time slipping away, awaiting with his back straight, cringing slightly, he deserved it. He reminds himself. He really did deserve it, the stinging pain to add onto many others. If anyone should be drowning in pain, it’s him. He’s swimming in it right now, so why not drown? Go under, deeply under; let his emotions take away what he loves, cherish, and cares for. He doesn’t need to do stupid shit anymore, he doesn’t need the chase of a woman he’s in love with. It can all end, just drown him in pain, pale green eyes closed and his mouth upturned in a grimace.
It never came, making Bastian snap open to look as Lauren was closer. Her pink lips wavering, about to break. No no, glass can’t break and be fixed. “Look, that’s why you cut it off? That’s why you and I now are resorting to insulting each other’s sex lives in front of the school, when we damn well know you and I make the room raise one degree.” He glared, it was a harsh glare. One that was telling her to ‘go away’ to not make him drop her, shatter her, because surely he will.
Because in love, you do stupid shit. Even if it means taking precautions and leaving a vase on the shelf so as not to break it. No matter how tempting it is for the lovely roses to be put in it on display, the vase is much more worth it than the dying flowers.
“I’m perfectly happy right now.” No I’m not.
“Just, stop remembering and move on.” Please remember me, but please remember I am leaving you because I love you.
“It’s—” He choked on his anger, Bastian not wanting to say the word. His body knew that, it was quivering; not in anger, no matter how much he could put on and feign anger. His body was shaking in something opposite, sadness, anticipation, want; the want for lips to trail each other and fingernails on soft skin, “over already.” Bastian managed finally.
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Post by Maple ♥ on Dec 31, 2013 0:25:40 GMT
Lauren Moscow: Tears began to prickle at the edge of Lauren's eyes, but she pushed them down. There was that quiver. That small, very unnocitceable shake of his upper lip. It would look like a grimce to others, but not to her. Not to Lauren. She knew Bastian; and she knew when he was lying.
"You're lying," she hissed through her teeth. "You know it's not over. It's never been over."
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Post by shades on Dec 31, 2013 0:49:37 GMT
Bastian Skyes ; ; Bastian looked away, the guilt he was caught in a lie; like a child with his hand midway in the cookie jar and the harsh voice of his mother behind him. “You’re right.” He states blankly, distracted by his own thoughts; feeling the heat of Lauren as she was close, her hand lingering.
His own roaming hand made it’s way towards Lauren, but it also hovered and quietly trailed down her arm. The tips of his nail barely touching as Bastian leaned forward, his lips brushing against her as he leaned towards her ear. “But I hurt you, and I can’t risk breaking you.” He pressed his forehead to hers, the sweetest side of Bastian coming forward through the wall.
Damn it, if he wasn’t feeling the blues; his cocky self would make a Wrecking Ball reference by Miley Cyrus or some shit.
“I don’t know what I would do if I did. But maybe—” Bastian then adds on, as their fingertips meet, almost like a secret dance. Licking his lips, the mint the had suckled on while waiting for Lauren after lunch lingering, Bastian still thinks that it is far too sweet for his tooth. Sometimes, too is right. Because his hair is too brown. His eyes are too green. He’s too cold. Because sometimes, the world isn’t limitless. It is a constraint, and the cage is the mind. The number two, in numerology, means mind. The mind is a cage. Lauren and him are a cage. Those midnight lovers always work in two, because they are two people trying to be one soul. Sometimes, that’s too much. Because sometimes, the mind can handle so much before it becomes too much. So this is from Bastian to Lauren, with the hope of breaking too many limits by being two people together.
Together is too, a dangerous word. It combines all three forms, too, two, and to. Two people giving themselves, to each other. When two people are together, they become the mind. And there is only so much the mind can handle before it becomes too much and then it all shatters. It collapses. And then so the two descend, in fours, and threes, and a memory. Just a single memory. Warm or cold. Fuzzy. Odd. Like love. All they need to know is the memory is warm like coffee, or soft like silk, the very touch of fingertips, or a gray shirt. The memory might not be fuzzy, but that’s alright because Plato said the bed is remembered as better than it is in reality. When you remember something, it is always better than the actual object, or pure memory. It is when reality is better than memory is when the limit becomes the world, and the infinite has an end. It is when the song becomes the bird, or the water becomes the body. It is everything falling in reverse, but it won’t matter, because as long as two people give themselves to each other, it will mean something. But only until, it all means nothing.
“Just maybe.” Bastian sighed, not able to complete his own thoughts, eyes flickering close briefly in wait. Because to him, it means everything. Something. And nothing. He’s willing, but only if she is. Because it can all shatter in a moment, and it might not be remembered and all might not be forgiven this time around. |
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Post by Maple ♥ on Dec 31, 2013 1:01:49 GMT
Lauren Moscow: Lauren's body shuddered at his touch; she hadn't felt it so long. The lack of his skin against hers sent shivers up and down her spine, realizing endorphins and other feelings all throughout her body. And just because he touched her. Well, maybe it was the whispering beside her ear, his lips so close all she had to do was just slightly turn her head so that they would meet. Finally.
Her tongue played on her soft lips as she whispered back to him, just as sensually. "Oh Sebastian," she scoffed lightly, turning her cheek so that it slid against his ever so slightly. "Of all people-"
This was it. Every ounce of lust she still had for her ex was already almost out of her, like a burst bubble that wouldn't budge. But she was pushing and shoving, trying to poke her way ut from her inner most thoughts. She didn't want to be guarded; no. Lauren wanted to be free again.
Her voice was a haughty whisper as one of her hands slowly drifted up his shirt front, tickling over his peck and over his shoulder. "You should know..." Her nails dug into his back, pulling into him the energy flowing form each finger tip. Lauren craved him. With each word, her teeth bit into them, sending her mind whirling at her own mysteriousness. "I can't be broken." The sentence came out like a deep breath and she bit her lip, feeling the warmth of his body so close to hers. Without even realizing it, she'd pressed herself against him, feeling every movement of his body against hers and only their clothes as a barrier. Lauren's nails began to scratch down his back as she rolled away from him slightly, to make more tension between them.
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Post by shades on Dec 31, 2013 1:23:10 GMT
Bastian Skyes ; ; “Shh.” Bastian placed a finger towards Lauren’s lip. “I understand, you are fucking worth it.” He pressed his head up against her hair, smelling the scent mashed potatoes, gravy, and Lauren…it was just the sweetest smell in the world.
When she glanced his way, Bastian leaned down with his soft lips. Ignoring the urge to arch his back as her fingertips were clawing their way around him. With just the small touch of fingertips, it’s all too much to handle—and then the circle starts again. His mind is fabricated. It can only take so much at a little time, it has a limit, then why do dreams reach to length of stars. Maybe his dreams don’t need stars. They just need to know how to be sultry, soft, like Lauren’s skin as his own fingers trail down to her waist in reality; because pure imagination can be just as good, but never better than reality, like the too soft touch of fingertips.
He kisses her mouth. Sometimes, he’d deepen the kiss when it was them, two people in one soul, but now he’d trail down his mouth towards Lauren’s neck, and then rest his head as he breaths. Clinging onto the young woman for dear life, his own fingernails smoothly moving up and down as he caressed her back; pale green eyes ahead, daring someone to move towards them, daring for time to start again; after what seems like an eternity lost in the continuum of everything, something, and nothing. |
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Post by Maple ♥ on Dec 31, 2013 1:39:57 GMT
Lauren Moscow Lauren was hungry. For food, sure. She didn't eat much. But the urge to bit into the urning of her flesh over powered that. Bastian's touch sent lightning through her body, coursing through every part of her, including her finger tips. That new found energy just enhance her scratch as she dug into him, pulling her hips into his and lolling them around. One of her hands slid and caught his shirt before tugging it towards her so that he could be closer. They could become one again. Just like old times.
Without much thought, her other hand fumbled for the door knob of the Fuck Cubby as Bastian's mouth met hers. She was momentarily distracted, running her tongue along the bottom edge of his lip, right where it tickled, ever so slightly. It sent chills up even her own spine.
Her mission came back to her when he began to drift down to her neck. Lauren's eyes flashed to the door again and this time her shaking fingers twisted it open. She didn't miss a beat before charging into Bastain and into the closet. { muhahaha } When inside, her hands fumbled down his abs and lower, playing, but not yet venturing too far. She pulled at the back of his shirt, nails out and ready. {so sexual WO}
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Post by shades on Dec 31, 2013 1:57:33 GMT
Bastian Skyes ; ; Oh la la. Bastian missed when it had become a kissing fit between him and Lauren, stumbling in the closet. As she ached for him like the hunger of a wolf, when he now moved so he had Lauren pressed up against the wall of the closet, his hands onto his shoulder as their lips entwined in some sort of beautiful acquisition. Lauren had a taste to her that was almost natural, that was utmost beautiful. He would ask again, if she was sure; but her clinging onto him like he would was an answer enough.
His hands trailed down her arms, body pressed against hers. The warm, and fuzzy feeling returning. He no longer felt cold, but his body was still shivering in arousal; his fingers creeping in dangerous places along Lauren’s waist. Breaking the barrier between fingertips and clothing, the clawing ceasing. She was a violent lover, he was a sweet one. Every poke, every prod, he had to wait a minute for consent or object before continuing his exploration.
Of course, when he’s drunk this never happens. Still though, it’s the sober thoughts that counts.
He’s muttering now, in the romantic language of French. Green eyes staring her down as his soft pink lips press against her soft skin; “Tu me rends heureux,” he states with shining eyes. His grip turning to her waist, pressing himself against her—in hopes the shivering would stop.
It doesn’t but that’s okay. |
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Post by Maple ♥ on Dec 31, 2013 2:45:06 GMT
Lauren Moscow Lauren's pulse was raging her neck and her body felt like it was on fire with want. She slowly ran her hands over his torso, then slid them down to his ass. Lauren knew he liked to draw attention to it, and liked it especially in bed. Her finger tips, like race cars, explored the body she knew so well, but had been so long without. The skin on her chest rose and fell with every ragged breath she took between kissing Bastian's ear lobe and collarbones, while her hands still explored.
She knew very well how to tease a guy, and that it especially aroused Sebastian. Her lips formed the words, "I want you," hissingly and then mouth found his. She softly knibbled his bottom lip with her teeth, pulling at it so that it didn't hurt, but still pinched.
Lauren hands were like Dora, trying to find the map and all that shit. She liked to explore. And with Sebastian, there was always fun places to visit. One being his abs and the other...well. It was down farther. Thinking of it now, her fingers slithered down his stomach and towards his lower body, but bucked up at last minute under the lip of his pants teasingly. This action repeated a few times while she found his lips again.
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Post by Maple ♥ on Dec 31, 2013 3:12:28 GMT
****skip
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Post by shades on Dec 31, 2013 4:45:16 GMT
Bastian Skyes ; ;
It’s like time slipping away as Bastian exit’s the closet quietly, and he’s stuck frozen in the last bit. He smells like shit, he realizes and his hair is tussled with the potatoes he tugged out and then from Lauren pulling the fine strands and entwining them through his brown hair. Sometimes, he realizes as Bastian walks down the hall; a slight throb and pain to him that would not show on his face. It’s not because he can’t define emotion—it’s because his mind doesn’t want to. Concern or confusion is far too much for him, he can’t tell what was on Lauren’s face. Was it love? Or just happiness to get another roundabout of sex with him?
Is he just a stupid boy that is in love with a girl whom after high school he’ll never see again, who will never love him back except for the act of love—which to mind’s eye nowadays was just sex. And in the end, he’ll just keep coming back, because he needs Lauren. He needs her, and Lauren knows it too; she owns him. He’ll have to remind himself that he’s nothing but her whore when she calls him up in the middle of the night.
And he knows he’ll do it.
Because you do stupid shit in love. |
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Post by Maple ♥ on Dec 31, 2013 5:17:08 GMT
Lauren Moscow:
Lauren slipped out from the closet and smoothed down her wrinkled shirt, grinning like an idiot. She noticed Bastian walking the other way and she did the same. They could hook up as much as they wanted but they weren't a couple and couldn't been seen together for now. But as Lauren waltzed down the hall, spotting her friends at the end of it, she felt ten times happier than she had that morning. It wasn't just the sex; that's been great and all. But having a connection with someone, especially Sebastian, made her heart soar. She met up with her wailing girls, almost in a daze as everything happened around her. It didn't make sense because shed hooked up with Bastian many times before. But for some reason this time felt different. She kind if felt, complete.
Her girls scurried around her asking questions but she ignored them while she opened up her locker. ( what next?? xD )
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