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Post by ivy westerveldt on Feb 17, 2011 21:44:07 GMT -7
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[/i] tears that fell down her porcelain cheeks were not at all foreign. ivy westerveldt had always been a girl, to its deepest extent. crying over love scenes, songs filled with sadness, and more so than the latter, whomever her current beau was. for the past almost year, those tears were shed over tomas martin. for the most part, they were over petty circumstances, but the tears falling now were entirely different. for once it wasn't just a cry caused by her not getting her way, or an attempt to make the apathetic boy feel bad; but the only emotion that seemed suitable. every part of her wanted to scream, and elaborate on all of the hatred she currently sported towards the mother of his child. trust was something that had always and would always come easily to ivy, as long as there was a certain reassurance at hand. while summer had promised ivy there were no feelings towards tomas, and vice versa, there was still a part of her that found it hard to believe. partially due to the reputation she had heard summer had, but more due to the fact that ivy was in love with every single trait the brooding boy had to offer, and couldn't fathom any girl not feeling the same way. these thoughts managed to consume her even though tomas had promised her that he was only going for the sake of summer's relationship with her boyfriend, and their son. slightly skeletal fingers met her face again as she wiped stray tears from beneath her eyes. " sorry,[/i][/color]" she managed to mumble before settling back into her place by his side, as if was somewhere where she belonged, not leaving that inch of space that had been there moments prior. nestling her head against his chest, she let her arm drape over his lithe frame. and while she was listening to the words that tomas was saying, she still couldn't full comprehend. all of it made sense, and none of it made sense all at once. ivy would be the first to agree that time may have been something they needed, but that didn't mean she was willing or ready to accept that. under any other circumstances, ivy would have reveled up tomas proclaiming he would not be with anyone else. but the fact that he wouldn't be with her either made it impossible to be happy over. " that just doesn't make sense, if i'm not with you.. i am single,[/i][/color]" she told him softly, the tone in her voice obviously confused. peering up at him, all she wanted to do was stay forever, but the bags packed and loaded around the room made that one wish seemingly impossible. " can i stay the night at least?[/i][/color]" absentmindedly she asked, dreading the fact that she was going to have to get used to spending every night afterward alone.
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[/i] doneee. ------MUSIC[/i] nada. ------OUTFIT[/i] you knoww. ------NOTES[/i] extra mini. like a midget. <3[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/sup][/font][/blockquote] |
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Post by tomas martin on Feb 17, 2011 22:15:23 GMT -7
 ---GUILT mingled with frustration in almost equal parts, although not for the same reasons, as the tears chased one another down ivy's graceful face, trailing over her perfectly defined jaw and swan-like neck. although tomas had seen her cry numerous times in the past, and was often the reason behind the tears, he still hated to see her upset. it was due in part to his inability to handle emotions properly and also because of the guilt that he felt so strongly. "ivy." her name left his lips in a whisper, his voice hoarse; he felt like he was choking on the words he wanted to speak. for the first time in a long time, he was at a loss for words, completely unable to come up with something to say that would console the beautiful girl who sat forlorn upon his bed. normally, he was full of snide remarks and rude comments, and sometimes, he was even able to comfort others. this time, however, did not seem to be one of those times when he was able to conjure any magical words of reassurance. as he peered at her, mulling over words that he knew were better left unsaid and trying to come up with ones that would help the current situation, his brain worked to decipher what kind of tears they were that dripped from her eyes. was it sadness? or anger? or a mixture of both? he could only begin to imagine the thoughts that ruled her mind, that were making the perpetually pouting girl the picture of distress. the possibilities could range from insecurity over him and summer - he knew ivy worried about any lingering feelings between the two former lovers - to hatred toward him for leaving her. for once, he didn't blame her for what she felt; for once, he understood what she seemed to be going through, though only to a vague extent. "don't apologize." hesitant fingers brushed the remaining tears from her cheek, sweeping past her smooth curve of her cheekbone to the lustrous hair at the crown of her head. acknowledging her close proximity, he took her hand in his own, engulfing her delicately thin fingers within his own. "well, yes, i know." a soft sigh and then another, followed by a gaze directed toward their intertwined hands. they fit so well together, the contrast between his naturally pale skin and her seemingly perpetual tan bemusing. "i can't explain it and i understand if you don't want to stay single while i'm gone, but i don't know what else to do." the admittance that left his lips was surprising, but he knew little else to say. "i don't know if that would be a good idea but... if you want, you can. it'll be our last night together for a while." speaking the words with an air of finality drove the guilt home, making his shoulders tense as he glanced apologetically at her. this emotion was so foreign and yet, it pulled so strongly at him, urging him to retract all of the words he had just said.
TAGGED ivy westerveldt.
STATUS complete.
MUSIC the simpsons.
OUTFIT coming soon.
NOTES love love love them !
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Post by ivy westerveldt on Feb 17, 2011 23:11:45 GMT -7
------HEARING
[/i] tomas' coarse voice mumble her name, feeling his rough fingertips brush away the reminisces of tears, managed to force ivy out of a heartbreaking haze of emotions. rationally thinking, for the first time in as long as she could remember, she opted to shift those negative feelings into whatever positive ones she could. though this proved to be quite the difficult task for ivy, while her habitual optimism was constantly somewhere within her head, there was always that demonic voice somewhere within the thresholds.. that would cause her to believe the worst, even if only for a moment or so. forcing those negative thoughts out of her mind, she accepted the fact that everything was happening for a reason, and that if the two were meant to be together - in which she was positive that they were - they would end up together. after taking in a deep breath, she let out the bottled emotions into a heavy sigh. " i lied then, i'm not sorry,[/i][/color]" the tone she spoke in was a complete 360 from the last, as she sounded more like herself, and not so down and in the dumps. under any other circumstances, ivy would have deeply protested tomas' acceptance of her newfound single title. considering it to be a sign that he could care less that she were single and free to do whatever it was she pleased. but all though he spoke of time apart, something in his voice assured her that it wasn't the end of the relationship that she'd so long placed on a pedestal. " but not really though..[/i][/color]" she told him in relation to her apparent single title. if there was one thing she knew for sure out of everything, it was that there wasn't anyone else she intended on wasting a second with. it was a foreign concept, ivy not already dreaming of racing into another relationship as she had with every other breakup. taking note of tomas' tense shoulders and the penitent look that played over his defined features, ivy held his hand tighter, her thumb rubbing gently over his index finger, as if in attempt to bring him out of this state she did not like to see him in. a subtle laugh escaped her plush lips, having realized that she had just asked his permission to spend the night. " i can't believe i just felt the need to ask you that, it's like we just started dating or something,[/i][/color]" she told him as she exited his embrace once again. leaping to the edge of the bed, she shuffled through the bags he had refused to let her pack, and pulled out her favorite shirt of his. after squiggling out of her jeans, and taking off her sweater, she put the shirt on. mentally making note not to give it back, before crawling back into that familiar spot in his bed. her head on his chest, fingers intertwined just as they were before, she crossed her bare leg over his. " what do we do now then? like.. do you not want me to call you, or text you? or are we going to talk?[/i][/color]" she questioned almost worriedly, afraid that not only would be be broken up, but cutting off contact as well.
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[/i] doneee. ------MUSIC[/i] nada. ------OUTFIT[/i] you knoww. ------NOTES[/i] srsly. the most preciousss. <3[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/sup][/font][/blockquote] |
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Post by tomas martin on Feb 19, 2011 23:38:19 GMT -7
---SEEING her distraught killed him, especially when he knew it was his fault, but tomas was unable to do anything about it. in the end, this would either make them stronger - as he had so hoped - or it would be their end. the brooding male hoped with all his heart that it would be the former, for he could not imagine being without ivy. over the course of their eight month relationship, he had grown dependent on him, something that had never happened before. as he had told ivy in the past, she was his addiction now, honestly and truly. despite the fact that he was returning to his home with summer, of all people, he knew nothing would happen, for he was stout in his thinking. he would not - could not - stray from ivy, from his love for her. it was seemingly impossible to even fathom the possibility of it happening. peering at her, a faintly amused expression flashing across his face, he sighed. "you're insane, you know that?" unlike his rude tone in which he normally spoke, he was teasing, his voice light, conversational, as if he could keep the tension from smothering the two of them. "you will always be my girl, ivy." for once, he was completely serious, not a trace of laughter in his voice as he brought a firm hand up to tilt her chin so he had a proper view of her face. from that angle, he could see every emotion that flitted through her crystalline eyes, that curled her lips into a pout or a scowl or whatever else. squeezing her hand in response, he basked in her laughter, although he knew she was not truly happy. how could one be when ending a relationship? "it's cute, you know." a forced grin crossed his lips, curling them up as he watched her rise. for a moment, he was worried she was going to leave, that she had suddenly changed her mind, but then she was rummaging through his suitcase and that fear dissipated as quickly as it had formed. knowing it would be the last time for a while that he would be able to see her in this light, with just his tee shirt on, he drank in every aspect of her body, of her face, of the way she held herself, her golden hair falling around her face perfectly. reaching a hand over her bare leg, he swept his fingers over her calf, hiking it higher over his, trailing lazy patterns over her silken skin. "i don't know. i think we need to just treat this as we would with any other break up." but then he backtracked, shaking his head, "that doesn't mean i don't want you to not call me, or text me, if you need." that last part was more for his benefit than hers, for he knew not hearing from her would be harder than he could even begin to imagine. "we'll be friends, i guess."
TAGGED ivy westerveldt.
STATUS complete.
MUSIC inception.
OUTFIT coming soon.
NOTES <3
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Post by ivy westerveldt on Feb 22, 2011 15:54:05 GMT -7
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[/i] would be the last time the two could lay in tomas’ familiar bed all night, talking, making love, even just watching him sleep so peacefully. the thought was daunting. going home alone, having no one to call to come over, no one to drag out for breakfast. each seemingly little thing the pair had done managed to muster up into something much greater than that. it was now routine, the day-to-day schedule ivy had grown so used to. opting to bid those thoughts adieu, she focused more on the smile she’d so much loved, and had taken every measure to make happen. memorizing the lines in his face, the scars on his knuckles, the way his hair fell into place after a long day. she only nodded her head at his rhetorical question. insane over him, that was for sure. “ i better be..[/i][/color]” she began to say, though her voice slowly trailed off. finger tips met the hem of his shirt that draped loosely over her, lifting it just high enough to see tomas’ name inked on her lower hip. “ because god knows that isn’t going anywhere.[/i][/color]” and if she were going to be honest, she didn’t want it to go anywhere. her own stray fingers tracing over the letters of his name. ivy had never been one to blush, but she felt as though it was all she could do as the blood rushed to the apples of her cheeks. as soon as tomas spoke so firmly of their evident break up, she couldn’t help but feel defeated. for a single second he had sounded so seemingly nonchalant that it made her stomach twist and turn, how could he possibly sound as if this was not a big deal? or as though it was not something that would change their lives, for as little period of time as it may have been. but the final blow, was him pronouncing they would just be friends. without letting the thought process, ivy was already protesting his proclamation. her eyes met his fingers tracing circles over her bare skin, relishing the moment. “ i can just barely deal with all of this, tomas. but that’s taking it way too far. don’t get me wrong, you’re my best friend. but we were never just friends.. i can’t go from being in love with you, to treating you like we’re just friends,[/i][/color]” she quickly rambled, barely giving herself a second to breathe. “ and if i were to text you when i needed you do you even realized how sick you’d get of that? me just complaining about one thing or another..[/i][/color]” she tried to justify, though she knew the words coming out weren’t mirroring what she felt in her mind. “ i don’t want to not talk to you, but not talking would be better than that,[/i][/color]” she told him abruptly but regretted the words that left her lips mere seconds after. hoping that it hadn’t come out like she wanted to cut off all contact, because by no means was that her reason behind saying those words.
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[/i] doneee. ------MUSIC[/i] nada. ------OUTFIT[/i] you knoww. ------NOTES[/i] no idea if this even makes senseee. my b. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/sup][/font][/blockquote] |
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