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Post by flora westerveldt on Feb 19, 2011 23:26:27 GMT -7
 ---THE text travis had sent her echoed in her mind as she made her way down the street, gaze directed toward the concrete slabs beneath her feet, hardly acknowledging anyone who strode by her. she was on the way to denver's apartment unannounced, something she was sure that would either be met with pleasure or annoyance; she hoped it would be the former. although she was not doing as she had been told to - it was rather cold, all things considered - the sentiments expressed by her twin's ex had gotten flora westerveldt thinking. if she was going to gain denver's heart back, she had to work for it, just like ivy had said. she couldn't sit back and expect for a miracle to happen. after all, this was real life. if she wanted him back, truly, she had to do all she could to make it up to him. she knew it would be hard - she had cheated and gotten married, all within the span of a week - but she knew he still cared for her and that alone gave her hope. if he still held some feelings for her, she was not without a dash of hope in gaining his heart back. it was still a long shot, admittedly, but there was a meagre prospect that had her walking as quickly as she could toward the familiar brownstone that denver called home. as she neared the complex, though, insecurities began to plague her. what if he had moved on since the night they had gone to dinner? what if she walked in and he was with another girl? what if he wasn't even home at all? he was unpredictable, which was one of flora's favourite things about him, but for once, she wished he had a set schedule. that way, she would ensure that she wasn't making an absolute fool of herself.
---UPON arriving, she lingered upon the stairs, hesitant as she raised her hand to knock smartly against the door. once, twice, and then it was opened. at the sight of him, flora's cheeks flooded with a naturally rosy blush, her gaze darting about his apartment, just visible past his broad shoulders. "i'm really, really sorry." swallowing deeply, she cast a glance over her shoulder, acknowledging the curious glances that were being thrown her way. "could i come in?" when the male acquiesced to her request and stepped back to allow her entrance into his flat, she strode past him quickly, head ducked down in what could only be described as humility. "i know this is really out of the blue and i get if you don't want me to be here," pausing, she turned on her heel to face him, shuffling her feet beneath her as she peered hopefully at his handsome face, "but i want to apologize. truly, properly apologize." swallowing deeply, she moved through the rooms, making a beeline directly to his bedroom. it wasn't that she was hoping for anything - it was merely that she had spent so much time in his bedroom that it was the place she felt most comfortably. taking a seat upon the edge of his bed, she fiddled with the bracelet looped around her wrist. "i don't know what i was doing. okay, maybe i did. i was scared and maybe... a little trapped. i was stupid, but i'm sorry. i'm divorcing him." her final words were spoken hopefully, as if somehow, they would make everything better.
TAGGED denver max.
STATUS complete.
MUSIC inception.
OUTFIT super cute, right?
NOTES love youu.
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Post by denver max on Feb 20, 2011 19:01:49 GMT -7
 ---EVERYONE was tip-toeing on eggshells around him, talking in hushed voices in expectance that he was about to implode in a matter of seconds. denver was fine, like he had attempted to tell those closest to him a hundred times. they seemed to forget that he was the one who had broken up with flora. what she did after their breakup was none of his concern, but no one seemed to think that either. he was supposed to be upset over the situation that ended with him being the only single one out of the equation. it was her life and he was attempting to live his own life the best way that he could by dealing with it the best way that he could, which meant not dealing with it at all. denver pushed the built up feelings as low as he could. he swallowed the lump of disgust that lingered in his throat since finding out that she slept with her ex. the imagery of him touching flora was pushed out of sight and out of mind. that is, until someone constantly brought it up with the best intentions, but not doing denver any good. the breaking point for denver was when dinner with flora. against his better judgment, he accepted her invite. nothing good was to come out of it, and he was right. the feelings that he had pushed away bubbled to the surface again, only to be forced down again with one last lingering glance back at flora as she walked away.
---IT was with honest shock that denver answered the knocking on his door to find flora standing there. he had assumed that their dinner was closure, a goodbye. without even assessing the situation, he stepped out of the door frame to allow flora to pass by him. as she did, he could not help but inhale deeply, his mind awakening with the recognition of her favorite perfume. he closed the door behind her and shuffled in the direction of the sounds her feet made as they made the same, unsure shuffle. denver listened to her speak while remaining mute. it was not as if he had nothing to say; he had plenty to say but if he were not to hold his tongue, the words would come out as daggers. his lips remained tense until they entered the bedroom. while flora sat on his bed, denver kept his distance and leaned up against the chest of drawers that leaned up against the wall opposite of where his bed lay. when flora mentioned that she did not know what she was doing, he could no longer hold his tongue. "you knew what you were doing, nobody just sleeps with someone and certainly doesn’t marry without know-,” his voice trailed off as he heard her mention that she was getting a divorce. without even hesitating or really thinking about what he was doing, denver moved across the bedroom towards flora on the bed. one hand pressed against the unmade bed for support, his lips pressed against hers with desperation written all over them.
TAGGED flora westerveldt.
STATUS complete.
MUSIC jersey shore.
OUTFIT here
NOTES
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Post by flora westerveldt on Feb 20, 2011 21:34:45 GMT -7
---DESPITE all of her better judgments, she had begun to hope, something she was sure would only lead to disappointment. as much as she wanted him, wanted what they had back, she knew it was absurd to truly believe he would accept her back with open arms when she had torn their life apart in one fell swoop. however, it was in her nature. she was a girl in every way - a hopeless dreamer - despite her constant reassurances that she did not care about the romantics of it all. she wanted the unbelievable, unending love and the unrealistic ending. it was silly, but it was the girl she truly was, and as denver's lips met hers, she felt a sense of elation she had never experienced before. although used to getting her way, with him, there was nothing she was ever sure of, especially not now, but this was sweet bliss. before she could truly think of what she was doing, her narrow arms had snaked around his neck, tugging him inexplicably closer to her. through his kiss, she could sense all of the desperation from him, and also from her, and she felt elated. but that was short-lived, for she released him quickly afterwards, embarrassment evident across her features. she was being so brash, so unbelievably arrogant in her belief that this meant everything was now fixed. "i'm so sorry." the words left her lips before she could stop herself and almost immediately, she regretted them. she was tongue-tied as she peered at him, still lingering above her, their faces mere inches apart.
---REACHING for his free hand, she shifted upon the bed to make room for him before pulling him to her level. "i love you." the proclamation was spoken quietly, shyly, as if she wasn't sure if she was overstepping boundaries. turning to face him, she brought her slight legs up to her chest, feet resting upon the edge of the unmade bed. "i'm not expecting anything, denver, i swear." swallowing deeply, she raked her free hand through her tangled hair, the other still cradling his. with her thumb, she traced nervous circles over his tattooed knuckles, trying to come up with the words to say that could properly describe her feelings at the current moment. "i want you back. i want us back, but like i said, i know... i fucked up." inhaling deeply, she barrelled on, releasing his hand now, to place them over her knobby knees, chin resting upon them. "if you want to just be friends, i'm fine with that, but i thought you deserved to know." the visit was a way for her to gage his reaction to her and also, to set things right, to make up for all of the harm she had caused him with her sophomoric actions. as the silence stretched on between them, she felt her gaze nervously flickering about his bedroom, the memories of her lazy days spent in bed with him drifting back to her mind. how curious that it had been so easy back then to just be with him, and now, it was as if there was a baby bird perched within her ribcage, making her delicate shoulders shake with both nerves and timidity.
TAGGED denver max.
STATUS complete.
MUSIC try, zach berkman.
OUTFIT super cute, right?
NOTES nada.
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Post by denver max on Feb 24, 2011 17:12:05 GMT -7
---IT was adrenaline that had caused denver to act so irrationally. his mind caught up with actions just a split second too late, by then he was nearly on top of her, the weight of his body pushing down on his shaking arm that rested on the mattress. if flora had not broken up the act, would it have ended with the both of them fumbling to pick their clothes off the wood floor, still unsure of where they stood in relation to another? denver was unsure, but he was also unsure in the current situation. the adrenaline that was once pulsating through his veins had subsided and the result was a deer caught in the headlights. denver quickly stood up erect, the force of his body weight shifting from one arm to his ankles. what caught him more off guard than his own actions were the words that came out of the girl he once loved, and still did love. without opposition, his body let go and allowed for flora to pull him down on the bed.
---THE child within him wanted to pull his hand away from her hand in act of defiance; an effort that would get the point across of how he really felt abut the situation. however, the small circles soothed him somewhat, bringing him back to the brief moments that the two shared in the same room, when he thought everything was going fine. still unsure of what to say, denver sat in silence and was glad when continued to speak. as she spoke, he brought his hands up to his face; the tips of his fingers rubbing his closed eyes. denver bit his lip to contain the words within him. he had plenty to say, but if he were not careful the words would come out in disdain, the built up anger he had for looking for an outlet to escape. his tattooed hands moved down his face, stopping just short of the outline of his lips. "i don’t think i could be just friends with you,” he paused again in his speech. with his previous actions of evidence, there was no way that he could simply be friends with her, at least without keeping his hands off of her. "but i can’t be with you. not now, at least. not while you’re still married to him.” again, he paused. he had to know why she had gone off with him, not only cheating on him but also getting married. that was not something stumbled on by accident. it was a planned and calculated action. "why’d you do it?”
TAGGED flora westerveldt.
STATUS complete.
MUSIC come back home by two door cinema club.
OUTFIT here
NOTES
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Post by flora westerveldt on Feb 24, 2011 17:50:59 GMT -7
---ALTHOUGH she had expected nothing more - though, that wasn't to say she hadn't hoped for it - she acknowledged his words with a slow nod, as if she was confused by the words that left his mouth. in reality, she understood perfectly that he could not be with her, given the current situation; however, that did nothing to lessen the disappointment she had told herself to not feel. after all, how could she ask him to when she was still married, however unhappily? it would have been ludicrous to ask any more of the male than friendship. his ability to remain levelheaded only demonstrated how much stronger he was than her. while she was supposed to be the wife of another man, she was sitting here beside her former lover, the expression in her eyes pleading. it was disgusting that she could do this and not even bat an eyelash, but as she had come to learn, the heart wanted what the heart wanted, never taking into account the possible repercussions and outcomes. of course, that didn't excuse what she did, and she knew the moment his question met her ears, that saying so would do nothing but ruin the tentative friendship she had somehow managed to forge with him.
---IT was like a scene from a tragic masterpiece of lost loves and devastated hearts as she sat silently beside him, eyes large, incomprehensible, and full of longing. with her gaze, she tried to communicate all of her guilt and adoration, all her unequivocal reasoning but it was impossible to truly convey herself properly without speaking. "like i said... i was scared." she knew how weak this excuse sounded and as if fearing he would grow tired of her pitiful vindications, she seized his hand within her own, her slightly skeletal fingers holding his tightly. "that doesn't excuse it, i know, but that's really it." pausing momentarily, she inhaled deeply, trying to form the jumble of sentence fragments within her mind into decipherable sentences. "you have to understand the family i come from. i've known him for my entire life." as stupid as flora could occasionally be, she knew not to speak his name out loud. "my parents always expected us to be together, and honestly, so did i." at this point, she ceased speaking in an attempt to take a breather in order to gain the courage to continue on. "but then i met you and... you're a world away from my family. and that's not a bad thing, at all, i swear. but he was familiar and he came to find me and i just couldn't say no." the realization hit her that she sounded like nothing but an easy whore at this point and she backtracked, stumbling over her words. "i mean, i could have. but i was just freaking out, especially with all of that speak about that old girlfriend of yours. i didn't want what we had to fall apart but i ended up tearing it apart with my own hands."
TAGGED denver max.
STATUS complete.
MUSIC i need a doctor, dr. dre ft. eminem & skylar grey.
OUTFIT super cute, right?
NOTES nada.
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Post by denver max on Mar 1, 2011 19:42:35 GMT -7
---ALTHOUGH denver wanted the reasoning behind her actions, he was not prepared for the answer. Her hand felt like a cage; unable to escape the words that left her lips and forced to face the truth. When she mentioned her family, his mind quickly flashed back like a rolodex to the week that he spent in london. his intentions had been to meet her family. after all, she had already experienced the daunting task of not only meeting his family, but spending the holidays with them. it was only fair that he deal with the same pit in his stomach. he knew all about her family from what she told about him and although the thought of meeting them was terrifying, he was prepared to face the ear chewing that he was bound to receive. the back handed compliments never came, as flora did whatever she could to keep him preoccupied from the thought of meeting her parents. whether it was big ben or trying fish and chips, she made sure that the two would not meet.
---AS her hand moved to reposition itself, he pulled his hand away from hers. hand clutching hand, his fingers traced over the tattoos that were irreversible now. “your family?” he repeated softly. “if you were ashamed by me, you shouldn’t have agreed to go out with me in the first place.” he paused in his speech; his lips were moving faster than his brain was thinking. “i’m sorry i can’t be perfect like him.” denver’s eyes met hers briefly before looking away as his fingers played with the hem of the unmade blanket on his bed. “my bumping into an ex-girlfriend is nothing to be compared to what you did, or what you have been doing.” his blood was boiling. how dare she bring up a freak coincidence that he had no control over. “i never talked to her prior to bumping into her. i know you were continuing conversations with him but i was confident enough in our relationship to know that i could trust you.” he looked up from the bedspread, catching her gaze. “guess i was wrong, wasn’t i?”
TAGGED flora westerveldt.
STATUS complete.
MUSIC n/a
OUTFIT here
NOTES
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Post by flora westerveldt on Mar 2, 2011 0:33:25 GMT -7
---SHE felt like crying, the sensation in her throat similar to one of choking. it wasn't just the absence of his hand - her gaze followed his heavily tattooed fingers, avidly watched as he traced the ink embedded within his skin - but the words that left his lips. she would have preferred that he yell at her, raised his voice in some way, rather than speak so quietly. after all she had done, flora knew she deserved some sort of reprimand, and yet, he was so quiet, only his frustrated tone and expression in his eyes giving away the turmoil she knew he felt. "you aren't perfect, denver, and neither am i, but that's the beauty of it." as she spoke, she reached a hand out, hesitant in her motions as the tips of her fingers stroked the stray hairs that curled across his forehead. a tiny part of her felt like this was useless, but she couldn't stop now. even if nothing good could come of this, she would continue to try to make amends. "i'm not saying what i did was justified. i'm not!" her voice was shrill, rising in its urgency as she continued speaking, a frenzied expression across her face. "you weren't wrong." as soon as the words left her lips, she dropped her hand, her fingers intertwining together in her lap, slender legs stretching out before her, knees knocking awkwardly against his.
---THE realization that she was going about this all wrong hit her and immediately, she reached for his hands, ignoring the tension in his shoulders and the derisive look upon his face. "i love you, okay?" interlocking her fingers with his own, she bent her head briefly, lips resting upon their joined knuckles before she glanced back up, doing all she could to keep eye contact despite the fact that she wanted to run from the room. tremors shook her as she spoke, voice inordinately quiet, subdued, nothing like it had been minutes before. "i messed up horrendously. i don't deserve a second chance, but i'm here, asking for one." inhaling deeply, she released one of his hands to sweep her golden hair behind a single delicate ear, gaze still leveled with his. "i will do anything, denver, but if you really believe that you can't trust me again, or anything of the sort, just tell me, and i'll leave you alone."
TAGGED denver max.
STATUS complete.
MUSIC love and other drugs.
OUTFIT super cute, right?
NOTES nada.
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