in this strange sea [Kiara]

[Raseri]

[bg=331709][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,480,true][atrb=style,width: 480px;] it’s a masterful melody when she calls out my name to me as the world spins around her she laughs rolls her eyes and I think that I’m falling but it’s no surprise When I close my eyes, I dream of Rose. The world is a blur, but her image stands out sharply against the indistinct background. Some distant part of my partially-conscious mind recognizes the distorted swirl of red and brown as a forest, but the rest of my mind doesn’t care, as long as I can see her, the girl with the long brown hair and the blue eyes and the body that should get crushed to pieces when I hold her as tightly as I do—but doesn’t. We’re sitting in a tree, I realize--somehow I know it’s the one we carved our names into--and I feel wonderful. I've never used drugs before, but I think this is how it must feel to be high--happy and light, like you're floating on a cloud. My eyes scan her figure, drinking in every detail, latching on and not letting go. Staring used to feel strange and rude, like not covering your mouth when you cough, or interrupting when someone else is talking. Now, however, it’s become a habit that I can’t get rid of. And I know that if I look away, she’ll disappear, and I’ll never see her again. That would be bad, because I can’t live without her. She looks just like she used to, I reflect, smiling at her. My smile quickly disappears. That thought is from somewhere else, a heavier and scarier part of my mind that seems to threaten to pull me out of the tree and away from Rose. But my leaden fingers cling to my branch, holding on for dear life. She doesn’t look like she used to—she’s always looked this way, happy and healthy and beautiful. This is how she is always going to look, because she’s Rose and this is how Rose is supposed to be. No, Trey, says the bad thought place again. I frown even more as I try to push the thought away, but it’s harder this time. Something’s nagging at the back of my head, as if I’ve forgotten something important, but I don’t want to remember—it feels like if I try to think, Rose will disappear. But I can’t stop the images from creeping into my consciousness, projecting a fast-motion slideshow on the backs of my eyelids. The pond. Shirt off, Skin. Water. Fade. Lonely. Dark. Flushing. Not sleeping, where is she where is she where is she? Morning. Woods, talking, kiss, statue. Swallow. Fist-tree-tears, blood. Breathe in. Breathe out. Towards the end, I see myself carrying Rose into my bed, kind of like Prince Charming does in the fairy tales. I know it's because she is always too tired at night now to walk in by herself. I do it very carefully, always wary of noise; I don’t want my parents to wake up and see that she’s sleeping with me. My dad would freak if he knew that, or if he knew that she was— The images end, and I’m back in the tree with Rose, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion because she’s leaning in slowly with her eyes closed, ready to kiss me. Why would she want to do that, after all that I’ve done to her? After that day at the pond in the woods, when I screwed up and got her— The moment our lips touch, my eyes flutter open in greeting to Rose—only this time, it’s really her. A single glimpse of her smile is enough to wash away every last little thought of my dream. It’s amazing how much doubt she can erase from my mind with just one look, and in my drowsy state I find myself wondering whether she has this sort of power over anyone else. ”You’re up early,” I observe with a sleepy smile, craning my head off the pillow to kiss her again. it’s frightening to be swimming in this strange sea but I’d rather be here than on land ’cause she’s all that I see and she’s all that I need and I’m out of my league once again thinking, doing, saying, hearing, other {ooc- this may or may not make sense bc I wrote it at midnight, but I wanted to get at least a post in before you left for mexico}

[/color]
[/td][/tr][/table][/center]

[mcmarti99]

I hope that you see
Right through my walls.
I hope that you catch me
Cause I'm already falling.

[/size][/i][/center]

Water. It closed me in on all sides, no air. It's chilling fingers enclosed me in a grip I couldn't shake myself. I fought against it, arms flinging out in uncoordinated spasms. My legs tried to kick, I was fighting with every fiber of myself. I couldn't stop living now. Now that things were finally working out for me. When things finally straightened out. I couldn't be known as the girl with the abusive dad who drowned. The girl who was forever alone until she met a boy. Then she drowned.

I fought relentlessly. My vision was clouded by the murky water that consumed me. My lungs felt like they were kicking me, trying to get me to breath. Couldn't they realize that I couldn't? My stomach felt like it was floating up through my throat. Then I stopped fighting. I looked up, towards the surface. That's where I needed to be. And I couldn't get there. Then I felt arms around me, arms I knew, gentle, giant arms. And they carried me upwards, like they were carrying me into heaven, when the water wanted me to go to hell...

I'll never let a love
Get so close.
You put your arms around me
And I'm home.

[/i][/center]

I woke up, not in water, but in Trey's bed. His still form lay next to me, and his arms were around me. Those same arms that carried me to heaven, when I was deemed to hell. I didn't remember walking in here. All I remember about last night was my nightmare. It'd been occurring a lot lately. I had almost drowned once, when Trey convinced me to go skinny-dipping with him. Forgetting to tell him I didn't know how to swim, I walked in and slipped. And he'd saved me then. I don't know how, I don't remember it. But he did. And he still saved me, everyday. He was the only thing keeping my feet firm on the ground. The glue that held everything about me together. Seeing his face every morning when I finally woke up, was what urged me to keep going, when everything was dragging me down.

And there was plenty dragging me down.

But I didn't want to think about that. Not when I woke up in Trey's bed for the first time in weeks. Wiping my eyes with the heels of my hands, I unwrapped Trey's arm from around me. I watched him, his body released from all the stress I'd caused him in the past few weeks. He looked so peaceful, and so handsome. Once, he'd told me he watched me until I fell asleep. He said he'd liked to watch me when I was sleeping because I looked to peaceful and happy. I don't know why he liked it so much. I didn't. Watching him sleep was almost painful. Impatience made me start to shuffle my feet, rubbing my legs against him. I wanted him awake. I wanted to see his smile and feel his lips against mine. I wanted to feel his gentle giant arms tighten around me again.

He didn't wake up. Instead, he started breathing louder, almost like he was trying to drown me out. I wrapped one of my legs around his and shook one of his shoulders. I played with his lip and pulled his droopy eyelids open. I tried absolutely everything to get that boy up. Finally, I pressed my lips into his, one of my hands automatically moving to his neck, getting lost in the mass of hair that had grown to there. His eyes finally drifted open, and his lips formed a small smile, one I couldn't help but return. I chuckled softly as my hands traveled across his jaw.

"You're up early," His drowsy voice made me giggle again. He sat up, kissing me again. It felt better when his lips weren't dormant against mine. We'd kissed more than three million times, but it never got old. Just like the way his name always had a ring to it that never faded. Just like the way he played guitar or whittled away on a block of wood. The same way his eyes lit up when I walked into the room. All of it tempting, all of it never failing to make me smile. Or the way he would pass through the barb wire fence before me. Or the way his hand fit into mine perfectly. The way he held me with such certainty, filled with so much love, I could barely contain myself.

What he'd probably intended as a quick good morning peck, turned into something more, and when I opened my eyes, I was laying on top of Trey, his hands on my hips, mine pulling his neck up off the pillow. I laughed as I rolled off him. "Hard to sleep when I've got you to wake up to,"[/b] I kissed his cheek, my lips lingering on the sweet taste of his skin. "So, how are you this morning?"[/b] It was exactly what I'd said to him that first morning. The morning we made pancakes. Or tried to anyways.

I've never truly loved 'til you put your arms around me
And I believe that it's easier for you to let me go
You put your arms I around me
I'm home.

[/i]

text
speech
thoughts
others speech
lyrics

[/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote] [/size][/center]

[Raseri]

[bg=331709][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,480,true][atrb=style,width: 480px;] it’s a masterful melody when she calls out my name to me as the world spins around her she laughs rolls her eyes and I think that I’m falling but it’s no surprise "Hard to sleep when I've got you to wake up to," Rose says against my cheek, rolling off my chest to lay beside me. "So, how are you this morning?" "Excellent," I answer with a smile, pushing myself up to rest my back against the headboard. No, I am more than excellent. "Fantastic, actually. On top of the world. ‘Course, it’s hard to be any other way, when I’ve got you to wake up to.” I grin at her, revealing pearly white teeth through parted pale lips still puffy from sleep. Usually, those words would be a lie, but today they are spoken with complete honesty--I don't know why, but I feel better right now than I have in months. It's not that I've forgotten about our current predicament and Rose's pregnancy, it's just that momentarily, those things don't seem as significant. And why should they, when there are so many more important things I can focus on? I have found my soul mate--there's no doubt about that--and we have our whole entire lives ahead of us to spend together. In this moment, the world is our oyster. I feel like doing something--something special; something new. I've taken Rose into the woods almost every day, so a change of scenery might be welcome. After thinking for a minute, I'm hit with an idea. "Come on," I say suddenly, grabbing her hand as I slide off the bed. "I wanna show you something." The ancient wooden stairs creak noisily beneath our sleep-heavy feet as we make our way to the attic. "Watch your head," I warn Rose, bending at the waist to avoid bashing my skull off the low ceiling. On my way to the window, I try to tread very lightly--a habit I developed when I was a kid, since I had believed the floor to be so old that I could fall through at any moment--but my steps still send creaking noises echoing throughout the empty room. Lifting the latch, I push the window open and climb out onto the the roof before helping Rose through. The roof is slanted, and I wrap my arm around Rose's waist to make sure she doesn't fall. Slowly, I walk towards the middle and sit down, pulling her down beside me. From this height, half the neighborhood is visible, laid out like a map before us. I don't know if I'd call it a nice view, but I like it up here nonetheless. It's so quiet, so peaceful, almost like the woods, but different. There, it's like you are a part of everything--your own heartbeat joins the electric thrum of the birds, the trees and the buzzing insects. From the height of the roof, the world somehow seems smaller, more insignificant. All that seems to matter right now is Rose. {ooc-we went to wheeling after walmart, sorry xD} it’s frightening to be swimming in this strange sea but I’d rather be here than on land ’cause she’s all that I see and she’s all that I need and I’m out of my league once again thinking, doing, saying, hearing, other

[/color]
[/td][/tr][/table][/center]

[mcmarti99]

I'm falling even more in love with you
Letting go of all I've held onto
I'm standing here until you make me move
I'm hanging by a moment here with you

[/size][/i][/center]

"Excellent."

Trey answered, smiling down at me. That was more than I expected from him, but he felt the need to go on and make me return his smile. "Fantastic, actually. On top of the world. ‘Course, it’s hard to be any other way, when I’ve got you to wake up to.” I giggled as he pushed himself up against the headboard. His face clouded over, and he entered a place all his own. It was his thinking face, and the last time he had that smirk on his face he'd convinced me to go skinny-dipping. We would argue over whether the outcome of that situation was good or not. All the same, I got excited when he was wearing that face.

"Come on. I wanna show you something." Trey says, and I know something has come to him. His fingers slipped into mine as he pulled me off the bed after him. He led me into an attic, warning me of the low ceiling. We made it to the window, causing the creak of the wood floor to fill the small space with sound. Trey stepped through an open window, helping me out on the roof after him.

The view from a roof was one I'd never seen before. It wasn't like looking out of the branches of a tree. Limbs and leaves didn't block your view at all, and the close feeling of other living, breathing things didn't exist. You were above everything, and I tried to stretch out my toes from under me so I was as high as I could get. Trey's arm snaked around my waist, pulling me down next to him as he sat down. I scooted close to him and laid my head on his shoulder.

Trey could never have a simple morning in bed. We both knew we couldn't do that anyways, but if we could, he'd much rather be up here or out in the woods. And I would never know all of his world. It felt like he'd keep showing me things I'd never seen, and a world with him in it was never boring.

I stared out at the street in front of us. I took Trey's hand in mine and shifted on my hips so I could face him. "You never cease to surprise me."[/b] I squeezed his hand. "I like it up here. Quiet, and alone."[/b] My fingers crawled up his stomach until they reached the collar of his shirt. Tugging gently on his collar, I batted my eyelashes at him.[/size]

I'm livin' for the only thing I know
I'm running and not quite sure where to go
I don't know what I'm diving into
Hanging by a moment here with you

[/size][/i]

text
speech
thoughts
others speech
lyrics

[/justify]/[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/center]

[Raseri]

(ooc- okay, so, I'm gonna go ahead and end this thread by saying that Rose eventually died in childbirth (rest in peace, etc.), but there's a baby boy so yeah here come the feelssss and MJ deleted her account and stuff for some reason so I'm assuming she's not coming back but woo look on the bright side because character development)