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Post by Renny on Jul 16, 2014 5:37:53 GMT
Kit had not expected her response to him, nor had he anticipated the movement after that. He didn't know what came next, nor did he care. He found himself rooted right in the moment, his eyes shut and his body reacting to her, kissing her fiercely and sloppily. It wasn't the best kiss, almost a clash of teeth and lips. It was bruising, and hard. It wasn't one shared by seasoned lovers, but by two people that wavered between lust and hate. At this moment, lust won out. It made him ache for her as she shoved him back to the wall and their forces collided. Then, it was over. When she pulled back, he looked into her steel blue gaze and saw nothing, but the cold calmness he'd seen when he'd met her. His eyes were wild, flickering with a fire. They were alight with brilliance and danced like black velvet coated with silvery stars. He looked a bit wrecked, mouth hung open slightly, panting from the kiss. His hair was wild, a little more than usual, showing a surprisingly beautiful and wild side to the usually well composed Kit Belaqua. And then she was gone. Walking down the hall and out of side, the last thing he saw was the swish of her long, dirty blonde waves. [ skip now? ]
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Post by Robin on Jul 16, 2014 12:57:25 GMT
Yup. Do you wanna do reply after skip first or should I?
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Post by Robin on Jul 16, 2014 15:14:11 GMT
Walking away Juliet couldn't really describe how she felt. That situation had been abrupt, and almost a bit harsh between them. Luckily she wasn't going to lose herself over one little incident. This didn't change things, or at least that's what she continued to tell herself. They didn't speak the next day or two in class, but eventually made plans to work on the project the next day through a very minimal exchange of words after class. Of course, the magnetism hadn't lessened in the slightest and inevitably they fell, picking up when the hallway mistake had left off. In that clash of heat and chaos the two came to a mainly unspoken agreement. This was what they were to each other, whenever, wherever, they just gave into it when they felt like it. No feeling outside the physical, that was the allowance they both chose to make. It was twisted, they now couldn't go on without each other, but living with that realization was a hell in and of itself. They had created their own pit of fire and fury between them, and now they were surviving in that space. So now, another two days later, Juliet sat in the library, it was after hours and there was no living thing there minus a few bugs and mice that found their way in to hide from the harsh chill outside. She was waiting for kit to come along, and in his usual manner, set fire to the wall of ice, to ignite it.
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Post by Renny on Jul 18, 2014 6:13:54 GMT
Kit hadn't been really able to process everything that had occurred just then. The snow was on and off, freezing his desires into that empty chamber in his heart where he should have felt. It was ignited by lust, and nothing more. Kit had spent a lot of time alone in reason days. Even Richard had noticed, through all his whoring around. Surprise, I know, but Kit appreciated Richard actually trying to reach out to him, even if Kit slapped him away like everyone else. He felt like Juliet was a secret of his. Something he needed to keep, although he had nothing to hide. They hadn't slept together, although they could have. If she had left, he might have. He hadn't had sex in so long, he could barely remember the last time. Mainly because he was drunk at one of his brother's stupid parties with booze and weed. Kit wasn't like that, at least, he hoped not. His siblings had their own banes. Richard's sexuality. Dakota's drugs. Violet's therapy. And what was Kit's? His abandonment? His trust issues? The fact he wanted to be with the only person he hated, but he related to unlike anyone, friend or foe. Right now, she could be either. They hung in an almost suspended limbo. Which is why he paused outside the library, one gloved hand on the door knob and the other reached out to be coated with snow. It laced through his hair like diamonds, clung to his lashes and mouth. Whatever happens, it happens. So, Kit moved through the library silently. He was shivering, even in his thick coat as he approached their usual table. "Hello." He spoke first after a beat of silence. Tension and electricity crackled between them.
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Post by Robin on Jul 18, 2014 6:30:58 GMT
Juliet's mother kept trying to claim there was something different about her recently. Juliet of course ignored this, because this was coming from the same woman who cried every night for a man who had ruined their lives, and had no regard for her children. That plus the fact she was in total denial when it came to the dark haired adopted beluqua. No she wasn't in love. That wasn't what this felt like. But she was different, there was something about their no holds barred relationship that had Juliet feeling more reckless than ever. Her brand of danger and stupidity wasn't in the form of drugs or other common vices. No she took to flights of daring herself to do things, stand on a ledge she shouldn't, driving in dangerous weather. Things of that nature, it was crazy and she knew that, she didn't do it often either but something about her hard to explain connection to kit, the ambiguity of where they lay, friend, enemy, object of desire, or hatred, pushed her. Despite the attitude she utilized during their encounters, the sky eyed girl was quite unfamiliar and inexperienced when it came to this sort of engagement or anything similar to it. Her history of that nature was brief and something she preferred to never speak about. Juliet wasnt about to start now, not even for kit who she might've. Because in their situation that made no difference, it was an insignificant, overly personal, detail. And this wasnt personal. At least she had never intended for it to be. Hearing rustling in the far corner of the library, Juliet looked up and laying eyes on the ice crystal covered figure before her lit a small instinctive fire in her chest. She already knew, was already in too deep. This was it for her. Juliet already felt like a goner whether she wanted to admit it or not. The hello was even a bit too much for her. She merely nodded in response and then with a surprising strength, pulled him onto the table alongside her, kissing him fiercely, she didn't want anymore talking. She was afraid of what it might do to her.
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Post by Renny on Jul 18, 2014 6:41:49 GMT
Kit didn't know what love felt like. He was a bastard. Born of a filthy and rich man and a whore. He'd been left on the steps of an orphanage until his roots had been linked back to his father, Sean Belaqua. It was no doubt, from the dark, slightly curled hair and same face that he was related, yet they never had any relation. Plus, his "adoptive mother" hated him, the symbol for his father's unfaithfulness. She'd never treated him with warmth, and would have left him for the wolves if she could. But Kit didn't care now. That was emotional and mental scars. This was purely physical. Enjoying the body of a beautiful girl in the darkness of a library. He just wanted to do what was physical and what happened right now. She pulled him into a fierce kiss and he instantly reacted to it. He laced his fingers through her hair, yanking her close. He slid his hands over her shoulders, down to the curve of her spine, sliding over the flex of her ribs and the dip of her waist to her hips. They explored her body, still with his gloves on. He tugged them off, throwing them to the side before working off his jacket that kept the cold out. He pressed against her, lifting her up onto the table of the library and forcing her knees apart, standing between her spread legs and kissing as if he had nothing else in the world except this. Almost carefree, yet tense and electrifying.
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Post by Robin on Jul 18, 2014 6:56:13 GMT
Thanks to her family, that four letter word teenage girls spent years dying to hear had become hallow, shallow, and on the whole, worthless. It was pointless. pain was undeniable in life, you got hurt physically. But suffering was controllable. And love was just the worst gateway to suffering that existed. She hated it, when she allowed herself to feel that hate. Both of those extremes were feeling that Juliet wholly rejected, they were what she had devoted her life these past few years to pushing out. But this was no time to wax philosophic. Instead she focused her attention on the figure infront of her, trying to mentally detach completely while still engaging physically. Luckily kit was making her job easy. She threw herself into it all whole heartedly. He wasn't holding back either. Juliet almost winced as he yanked at her hair, pulling her towards him. Had they actually been in some pointless relationship, she might've gotten annoyed or said something snide. But this wasnt about that so she didn't give a damn. It was almost funny how instinctive her responses were, moving fluidly with his every touch, shoulders, spine, ribs, hips, he almost crossed the line but at the moment kept his hands occupied elsewhere. As he forced her legs apart, she responded wrapping herself tightly around his frame as she worked her way from his lips to laying heated kisses all along his neck and shoulders, she was about to pull him ontop of her, force him onto the table as well, a challenge when she felt a buzz from her pocket. And suddenly she went cold, stiff under him, slowly drawing it out of her pocket she couldn't breath. It was her father, well the prison, calling like he did every day at three o'clock. She never picked up but he tried every single day. Damn him. Why did he have to do this when she felt vulnerable, was open thanks to kit and whatever it was he unwillingly stirred up inside her. She didn't answer. Just stared blankly at the phone screen. But it was obvious she was panicking, totally out of control in her own head. It almost looked as if she was halfway between wanting to scream and cry. But from her current state she looked like either would completely break her. Her father had her mom wrapped around his finger, crying and sad all the time over a man who had taken their lives from them. And he kept trying to do the same to Juliet. Under normal circumstances this wouldn't matter. She wouldn't feel anything. But thanks to kit and his recently discovered ability to tear those icy barriers apart, she was feeling it all when it came to her dad. And it made her want to be sick.
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Post by Renny on Oct 7, 2014 2:14:39 GMT
meow<3
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Kit felt her stiffen and he reeled back, giving her a few steps. Her face was colored with panic, and he watched her stare blankly at her cellphone screen as it buzzed like a ticking time bomb in her hand. He didn't know what possessed him. Kit should have just walked out, but instead he stepped towards her and pulled the phone out of her hand. The number identified the prison, and his own heart dropped. The person calling had no reason to be called dad, and yet the name seemed to bleed in the noise the buzzing. It was a foreign word to both of them, and he knew how angry, how torn she must feel. How he would feel like his father ever picked up the damn phone and called him. So he hurled the buzzing thing towards the wall and it hit, but didn't break, thankfully. Instead the back popped off with the battery and the thing died mid ring. Kit stared at it, as if somehow it would begin again, and they'd both break. Right now he felt suspended in limbo, inches from the ground, a fragile shell about to hit the concrete. And he didn't move, his eyes locked on the object thrown carelessly towards the wall. His mouth opened, but nothing came out, and his eyes dark eyes slowly slid to her motionless body.
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Post by Robin on Oct 7, 2014 2:55:23 GMT
Even in the cold of the library, Juliet had been full of a blazing warmth with Kit's touch against her. But as he pulled back, even those last flickers of heat were draw away and the young sky eyed girl sank back into the cold oblivion where she had always resided. The hand attached to the phone, the poisoned piece of her, was the coldest of all. Juliet could feel her fingers trembling, out of fear? Loathing? Rage? She couldn't tell. But it was that damned phone and she couldn't let it go-then it was all ripped away. Letting out a rushed breathe Juliet stared up at the one who had done this. Kit. But....why, why was he even still here? Part of her, the still vulnerable bit, wanted to ask him. Thank him. Before she gave herself a chance to do something so mind numbingly stupid her thoughts were disrupted by a vicious cracking sound. The bomb, the phone, crumpled against the far wall of the library. Juliet stared at it before, as if it were some rabid animal that once shot would just rise from the dead and keep coming for her. Harold Lowe just wouldn't die, leave her the hell alone. But for some reason, Juliet no longer felt afraid, but she didn't feel like steel again either. No, this was some sort of powerful high. She felt self assured, maybe a little invincible. Slowly, Juliet turned around, the burning of kit's dark eyes too much for her to ignore. Her heart thrummed like a hummingbird trapped under layer upon layer of ice, her sky blue gaze blazing against his as she stared back. Breathing hard, more than she would want too, Juliet reached out, brushing her thumb gently across his lips. " well shit" she murmured, looking at him in a way that was almost surprised. There were ten million more things she could've said, wanted to even. But it felt like too much, instead she leaned forward just a few inches more, and their lips crashed together once more.
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Post by Renny on Oct 7, 2014 23:04:47 GMT
Part of Kit expected her to scream and yell, the other part of him expected her to storm out. Except she did the very opposite, her blue eyes searing his dark ones. He shivered, but didn't jerk away at her touch. Her words echoed the ones still stuffed in his throat, and he didn't get a chance to say them since she crashed their lips together, and it vanished. Everything seemed to fade and he grabbed the sides of her face and dragged her close. His other hand slipped down to her waist, pulling her close. He felt kind of weird, doing this after the scare with the phone, how vulnerable she'd looked. But he couldn't pull himself away from her.
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Post by Robin on Oct 7, 2014 23:17:23 GMT
Idk where to go now I feel like there needs to be a skip
I feel like we have to force them to talk to each other some how
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Post by Renny on Oct 7, 2014 23:23:23 GMT
Idk. Maybe like we do the thing where one of them gets beat up?
were they the ones we planned to do that with?
definitely skip to something though.
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Post by Robin on Oct 7, 2014 23:29:08 GMT
Yes we were but I think that should be a bit later
Random idea, how about we say because they got so wrapped up in being with each other they never got that project done so they get out in detention to finish it and it forces them to talk to each other?
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Post by Robin on Oct 7, 2014 23:52:34 GMT
Rennyboo?
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Post by Renny on Oct 8, 2014 0:05:17 GMT
ooh I like that<3
maybe we should skip to the detention when they can't attack each other in fits of lust? xD
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