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Post by silas wylie on Feb 4, 2011 17:09:00 GMT -7
 ---THE day had finally come. it was february fourteenth, valentine's day, and silas wylie had been up since eight in the morning, preparing for it. with a bunch of roses in varying shades of taupe, burgundy, and beige gathered in his left hand, he stepped out of the elevator, politely greeting the elderly woman who passed him. he understood how it must have looked, how he must have seemed like the quintessential romantic male. however, that wasn't the case. if silas had had it his way, he would have been curled up at home, legs tangled with lola's. of course, though, things never seemed to work out in the way one wished. that wasn't to say silas was disappointed with his plans, though; despite the complications that often arose between him and veruca, he loved the female, although not in the way she wished him to. he cared for her, more than any other than lola and his family, but the affection he passed to her was platonic, his feelings for her having morphed from out of his head attraction to a warmer, more protective sort. he knew, in the back of his mind, that it was wrong to do this with her, to keep up their routine, but he could not resist. when he had no one else, not his mother, with her heart of steel, and not lola, with her busy life, he had her. she was a constant and someone he appreciated more than he knew how to explain.
---WITH that in mind, he allowed himself into the penthouse, flashing a broad grin at the housekeeper. she went to him, clasping his face in her own as the normally shy male patted the petite italian woman on the shoulder, kissing her cheek. "good morning, gianna." following the woman into the kitchen, he set down the bouquet, knowing she would put them into a vase as he moved about the kitchen, extracting dishes and ingredients. as he had promised veruca, today would top their last valentine's day. if there was one thing about silas, he was hardworking, so much so that people often thought of his as a workaholic. that wasn't true though, he just preferred to do things properly, well, in a fashion that he knew his mother - and once, his father - would be proud of. it was the least he could do, considering how he had let down his family in the past with his aspirations that did not match up to theirs, his decided indifference to his mother's desire for him to attend business school. although it was silly, it was his way of making up to his mother, his mother who glared at him with such looks of disappointment and distrust. it killed him, if he was being honest, but when he was with others, he pushed those thoughts from his mind, and when he was with specific people, it was even possible for him to forget the pain of that hurt. that was how it was with veruca and that was why he was doing so much for her, making sure her day was perfect, to make up for the fact that she took away his hurt.
---PLACING the sweating bottle of cristal upon the counter, he placed the glass of champagne upon the gilded silver tray, critically surveying the set up as he did so. a platter of perfectly cooked pancakes was the focal point of the tray, a dish of greek yogurt and granola on the side, along with an even larger dish of fresh fruit, all veruca's favourites; paired with that were a glass of orange juice, the champagne, and the bouquet of roses, now arranged artfully within a blown crystal vase. if silas was being honest with himself, he had done an outstanding job with making the breakfast. shifting the tray onto his arm, he balanced it carefully, brushing off gianna's offers of assistance as he strode down the long hallway to the bedroom that he had frequented so often in the past. knocking lightly with his free hand, he pushed open the heavy door, slipping into the bedroom. sunlight filtered through the ivory curtains, illuminating the slumbering form in the oversized bed. the blonde hair fanned out around her angelic face and silas could not help but smile as he advanced on the bed, setting the tray of food down upon the side table. resting half on his knee and half upon the bed, he brought his cold hands to her face, gently sweeping them across her cheek. "wake up, sleeping beauty." leaning across her lissom body, he pressed a swift kiss to her forehead, a shy grin spreading across his timid face as he leaned back on his heels, awaiting her awakening.
TAGGED veruca van sant.
STATUS complete.
MUSIC lover i don't have to love, bright eyes.
OUTFIT minus the glasses.
NOTES happy?
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Post by veruca van sant on Feb 4, 2011 17:52:05 GMT -7
 ---VALENTINES day was something veruca had really been looking forward to. normally, it was a day girls despised unless they were with someone. she happened to be fortunate enough to have someone, some of the time atleast, to spend it with. there was no doubt in her mind that silas was spending it with her because lola was busy. the thought of that nearly broke her heart all over again. whatever his reasoning was, she was glad that she had won out and they were spending yet another valentines day together. she had been foolish to break up with him and she could easily put that in her list of top ten stupid decisions. veruca wanted nothing more than having silas back and she was fooling herself to think that he still held the same feelings that practically drove her insane at times. she had never been completely stable, and certain events had pushed her very near the edge of sanity more than once. veruca felt that there were only certain people who understood her, and he was one of them. he knew why she was the way she was, he knew how to handle her when she was hysterical and beyond and kind of calming down. sadly, these events happened more often than not, and it made it very hard for her to keep relationships of any sort. she preferred to keep people either at arms length, or hold them so tight their eyes popped out. either way you looked at it, it wasn't all that great. veruca wasn't stupid- she knew she was extremely difficult to handle and sometimes she was overwhelming. it all depended on her mood and what was going on inside her head. the doctors called it borderline personality disorder, she prefered just to call it chaos, and she hated it. to say veruca was madly in love with silas probably wouldn't be an overstatement. she had always been in love with silas. they had dated for awhile, and normally it was good- only when she went psychotic every once in awhile was it ever less than that. she trusted him with her life, and she relied on him to protect her from the world. he was almost too good at it because it created a barrier between her and the rest of the world. she had silas, why did she need anyone else? she loved silas, how could anyone compare to him? in her eyes, he was perfect and she was determined to remind him of how great they were together and of how much he needed her too. she meant well with her actions, she didn't like to think that when she cried he hurt too. he was her lifeline and she needed him more than she wanted to admit.
---IT had taken veruca a long time to fall asleep on february thirteenth. she was excited to see what silas had planned for her. the little kid in her wanted to stay up all night and wait for the morning when he come pick her up for their day together. before sleeping, she remembered his request of her wearing the necklace he gave her whenever he was around. she obviously oblidged and she put it on before crawling into her large bed alone. she had always liked her room. the walls were the lightest color of mauve, her curtains ivory, as well as all the furniture. her large bed was done in a deeper purple silk with her initials stitched into the pillow shams, a single teddy bear- the one he gave her ages ago- laying in the bed next to her. the housekeeper kept her room neat as a pin, her large closet door opened to show all of her clothing organized by color and designer. it was something she had done once when she was extremely upset and restless. on her dresser the line of four or five pill bottles was untouched, a thin film of dust covering the tops. it wasn't often that she went off her medication, but when everything settled, she often felt that she would be fine and didn't need it. behind them, sat a row of pictures, all framed in ivory with gold trimming, pictures of her and ruthie, her and various horses, and her and silas. she kept her room simple and neat, always organized, everything always visible.
--- SLEEPING peacefully underneath her covers, veruca was unaware of the visitor in the house. she laid on her side as always, her head tucked down, blonde hair splayed across the deep purple pillow shams. her breathing was steady and peaceful and the rays of sun that peeked through behind the curtains went unnoticed as she sighed in her sleep, pulling the teddy bear silas gave her close into her chest. it wasn't often that she awoke and found herself not clutching onto something. whether it was another pillow, the teddy bear, or even a pile of covers. she felt safer with something in her grasp. veruca ignored the fact that her door had just been pushed open, and it wasn't until she felt something on her bed did she consider stirring. feeling cold hands on her cheeks and a kiss on her forehead, veruca moaned quietly, bringing up a delicate hand to brush the veil of hair off her face. hearing the familiar voice at her bedside, veruca smiled gently and didn't try to open her eyes yet, "good morning" she whispered groggily, "come snuggle me. it's too early to be alive" she added, inhaling and then catching the smell of pancakes. food brought her around, and she sat up slowly, the duvet sliding aside to expose her skimpy white tanktop. "this looks amazing" she said, still sleepy as she looked up at silas lovingly, "happy valentines day" she added, shivering, getting out of bed to go to him and wrap her arms around his neck, kissing him softly on the lips. .
TAGGED veruca van sant.
STATUS complete.
MUSIC we belong together - gavin degraw.
OUTFIT minus the headband and shoes, obviously.
NOTES i stole your code and you made the lovely graphicc at the top.
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