Just Another Time (kittyoemily+A_Million_Arrows)

[kittyoemily]

Aaron A

Age 17

District 1

I feel her heart, I feel the rhythm. Her head lays down on my shoulder. I feel warmth. I feel close. I feel free. Free from the strain of my career training. I feel like it is just her and me. I feel relieved. My heart beats faster as I feel hers do the same. Some how I forget about the outside world."Well I mean it's unimaginably hard on me, raising my sister and taking care of myself and my siblings that is. I mean I can have no social life cause I always have to watch her since she isn't in school until next year and I always have to cook food for my brother. Along with mending his clothes, washing them. Also the most frustrating thing about it all is my mother sees me doing this and she doesn't care she expects it. It is so hard to know your mother will never love you, having to wake up every morning knowing there is nothing you can do about it. Then you also hope one day your dad will come home and you will finally be loved but no that day never comes." I feel the same thing sometimes. My parents see me doing a lot of things for them, but they only want more. I kiss her forehead. I rub her forehead, and I continue to listen."Truthfully I don't even know what love is or what it feels like." I watch as tears roll down. I don't even pay attention to what she says too much. I just see the tears they say it all. I see her wipe her eyes and grab a piece of candy."I'm sorry I'm sure you don't really care that much about some silly girl's life." She says it. Something that was the last thing on my mind. The last thing that I would feel like. " No." It is a sudden shaken voice. I kiss her forehead, as I feel the warmth soak in as she is on my shoulder." Don't be sorry, and you are not a silly girl." I take a breath. " You are perfect." Perfect was what came to mind. She understood me. I understand her actually. And it is good to feel needed. She haves to be perfect. She appreciates me, she is perfect right? My heart continues to quicken its pace. I am a bit confused, but I don't question my feelings.

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I feel his warmth on my cheek and I smile as he wipes away my tears. Then he kisses my forehead and a jolt of joy and nerves surge through my body. Then he gives me a huge compliment, he tells me I'm perfect. I stutter and scramble for words until finally I regain my speech. "Thank you for such a lovely compliment and for cheering me up but I am far from perfect." Suddenly I decide to do something either incredibly stupid or smart, I kiss his cheek. I then bury my face in his shoulder as it surely glows a bright ember red. What if he is disgusted? What if he sends me out! Oh I'm so stupid why did I do that. Even as all these thoughts race in my head I find that his warmth on my face makes my heart soar, but will it last will he return my slight affections or will he send me out?
(OOC-I'm sorry it's so short I am using my IPhone since I can't get to my computer but I think it gets the point across.)

[kittyoemily]

Aaron A

Age 17

District 1

As she stutters for words that I don't hear I start to get a bit nervous again. Did I say or do the wrong thing. I continue to rub her back apprehensively. I try and keep my face indifferent, but nervous is written across my face. I feel her head still on my shoulder, and I know that haves to mean something, but before me worrying goes any farther she speaks her mind. "Thank you for such a lovely compliment and for cheering me up but I am far from perfect." I smile at the first part, but I feel a bit unnerved that I can relate to the ending. I thought I was the only one dealing with having to prove to the world that I am a good person. Clearly she haves to prove too, if she does not think that she is perfect. I give a small smile. " You are my kind of perfect." It came out of my mouth it flowed perfectly. I was a bit proud actually. I usually say nothing right, which is why it has come to saying as little as possible, which still is not right. What comes next is past breathtaking. It takes my entire breath away. The warmth as she kisses my cheek sends me gasping for more air. My face turns redder than a career battling another career at a career training center. I feel a bit self conscious of my self , but I also feel a bit more powerful, like I could take on the world." Well thanks." I said a bit awkwardly. I could live in this moment forever. The door creaks open however, and I know this perfect moment will have to hide itself behind a wall like a grey shadow, as I knew my parents were home. I take a big gulp.

[occ: that is ok ]

[Arrows]

~*~Lapas Lucillian~*~

I grin as I watch his face burn bright red and the look on his face after my small kiss sends the butterflies within me soaring with delight. Could there be a slight chance that Aaron has feelings for me? I can't explain it but for some reason I find myself wanting to be closer to him never to let go and live within this moment in time forever. I don't know what love is, I mean I never have. All I have come to know is raising siblings and parents that are non-existent or just plain out hate me. Yet I believe that what I am feeling right now with Aaron is that emotion. An emotion that seems to have avoided me for my life I feel it finally here with him. The thought of having someone to love besides my siblings makes my skin quiver with excitement. However I know I am getting ahead of myself since all he did was turn red from the kissed. I mean, for all I know he could have turned red that some pathetic girl like me kissed him. Yet I find myself doubting that is the case, I find myself really believing this is real love at work. I have so many more questions to ask him and things to say but I hear the door creak open. His parents must be home which basically puts a stop to this moment in time. I really wish it didn't though since it's been by far the best one of my life. However, from what he has told me about his parents they wouldn't want to see a non-career girl leaning on their son. So to save him from trouble I scoot slightly away from him on the couch so we aren't touching. I just hope he realizes I did that to help him not because I wanted to leave his warmth. Then I run my hands through my hair preparing myself to meet his parents which I have already heard so much about.

[kittyoemily]

Aaron A

Age 17

District 1

I feel the warmth of my shoulder be taken away and replaced by a sudden rupture of ice coldness. I look back at her quickly my face expression not hiding anything. A look of surprise and sadness. Why did she have to move away. The cold shoulder remained that way as I remembered that my parents were home. No doubt in my mind will I have to explain things that I ultimately will not explain. I look quickly back at the door. I ignored the pain in my heart. The tearing of it, that I knew had some meaning. I knew that she could be doing it to save me, but what is there to be saved, she ultimately does not like me. There is no way she could be doing this for me. I ultimately let her down. I did not make her feel comfortable enough in this house. I think that I will beg for her forgiveness right now and ignore as my parents walk in but, when I see my parents walking in my voice shuts down again. I have no time to turn Lapas. I am caught looking at them.I don't know what to say, I actually do, that being nothing. I see them scanning the living room. I see them scan the environment. Their eyes darts to Lapas. I see a glimmer of admiration, almost like they are happy for me, but that quickly vanishes as they look at me for a response and get none. They expected me to burst out talking or something? They have known me my whole life other than this moment before when they were not here to witness me, when have I ever talked? When have I explain myself? I feel no need I take the punishment that I deserve and everything is settled that way. They continue to look at me for a response. One that will never come. Their faces turn darker every second. Then My mom speaks." Well aren't you going to explain yourself? Who is this lovely young lady?" It actually was not in a mad or disappointed voice, no it was in a hopeful questioning voice. This makes me feel even more awkward. I look down at my shoes. What should I do, they are not even mad at me. I want to take the punishment though, for what ever I am doing wrong. They continue to stare at me. They await for me to talk. I look up at them my smile flat again. I don't know what to say. I get up quickly and tug at Lapas's shirt. I want her to follow me I walking around the living room right past my parents. I see their eyes follow mine. They have a saddened look on their face, but I don't know what to say. I never have. I never will know. I turn the corner and start climbing the stairs, I am hopeful that Lapas is following but I hear what I thought I would. What I was dreading. " Why won't he...." I ignore it. It disjoints me that I can't be who my parents want me to be. I continue my way up the stairs, up to my hideout. My bedroom. My kingdom.

[Arrows]

~*~Lapas Lucillian~*~

My stomach twists as a see the look of disappointment on his face as I move away. Oh no, I didn't want him to think I don't like him since I really do. In all truth I believe that I Lapas Lucillian love him. I know its crazy to say that about a boy I just met but something about him sends me flying over the moon. All I want to do is be with him against him, to feel his beating heart and the warmth of his love in return for my own. I know that my whole life careers have disgusted me, but not him, he is different and you know what they say: opposites attract. My lips turn downwards forming a subtle frown at how sad he looks now that I have moved away. If only he knew how much I really cared and maybe I should tell him. Yes I will tell him right now; then just as I am about to speak his parents walk in.

I quickly close my lips tightly together, this isn't something I should say in front of his parents. I watch his parent's eyes find and lock on me like that of missiles locked on an enemy about to fire. I gulp heavily and look away from them since I can't bare the weight of their heavy stares. I hear his mother ask who the lovely girl is, she can't really mean me as a lovely girl can she? Yet as I look up I see them staring at Aaron for an answer and I too look at him and await his response. However, minuets trail by and not a word escapes his perfect lips so I decide to introduce myself. "Hi I am Lapas Lucillian it is a pleasure to meet you two." I see a flicker of recognition in their eyes at the mention of my last name and I figure they must also know my brother as Aaron did.

The room falls back into another awkward silence after my comment while Aaron's parents stare at him. They are most likely waiting for him to say something, anything. I too find myself longing to hear his savior's voice to break me free from this awkward silence, yet that voice never comes. Instead he stands and tugs my shirt slightly in a way saying to follow him. I stand as well and watch as he vanishes past his parents and up the stairs. I hear his mom wonder why he wouldn't say anything and I believe I know the answer now. He is awkward around his parents since the push him so hard and he doesn't want them to know he is a career. I am about to follow his retreat but before I go up the stairs I say one last thing to his parents. "I'm sure he is just a little nervous having to introduce you both to a girl like me. Let me go talk to him." I smile warmly at them and hurry up the stairs after him.

I follow him into a room which I quickly identify must be his. As I look around I rather like it since it all is his. I shut the door quietly behind me then I look at him with nervous eyes. I know now is the time I should confess my feelings for him. Yet I feel nauseous at the thought of it and the ways he could possibly react. I mean I have only met him this day and here I am about to confess my affections for him. I bit the inside of my mouth nervously then I finally gain my courage so I reach out and grab his hand.

I then go directly in front of him and do what could most likely be the dumbest thing ever. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him straight on his lips. The warmth of his lips upon mine send spasms through my body. Now its too late to turn back, time to see if he loves me to...

[kittyoemily]

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Aaron A

Age 17

District 1

I hear the subtle rustling of feet the sighs, her speaking. My heart beats heavily. Her voice is sends me sweating on my forehead. I don't even have to know what she is saying to my parents, I just enjoy her voice. I open my door an hear more shuffling I turn a bit to look behind me to see her following. I quickly look forward and a small smile come on my face. I walk in my room. She was actually following me. Even after she noticed I did not speak much, she cared enough to stay, to follow, to be with me, and to be in this messed up situation. She could have left the room and left the house. True those kids were still prowling about, but still at least I am not that bad that she will risk it and leave just to get away from me, no she stayed. Before I know it she has my hand in hers. I feel the warmth of her hand, I feel it consume me. It is like a damn as it brakes sending water overflowing taken over everything in sight. That everything is my body. It becomes rigid but warm. Still, everything slows down. I am happy that it has slowed. I wanted this moment to last. Last for a life time. This was my first true one and who knows if it is my last. She inclines forward and I have been consumed. Hers touch mine and I don't retract. Our lips touch slowly but it is going faster than I want it to. We are burning a fire our bodies are pressed close are lips the closest. I stop a second to breathe from the kiss to show her my smile. I am ready to go in for the kiss again myself. I give her a second I wanted to catch her expression. I am surprised..,

[Arrows]

~*~Lapas Lucillian~*~

    Have you ever sat next to a fire and put your hands out to warm them and they get hot really fast? Well that's exactly what is happening to my entire body right now. It feels as if a fire has been lit and is consuming me like oil. His warmth is mine and my warmth is his. Here in this moment with our lips locked I finally feel special, I feel safe, I feel like I am finally where I belong. It is as if our to energies have fused together and together we have created a safe haven, an oasis to forever hide in. I feel his heart thundering loud yet steady within his chest and I feel my own heart begin to match his tempo. I don't know if it's in my mind but it feels real, it feels good. I will this moment to spread on through time and space and for it to never end. I secretly wish I could die now and be lost in the warmth of his lips for eternity.

However, I can feel it dimming, the fire produced by this moment is turning to ash. I don't know what to do I don't know how to stop it, I don't think I can. Then it just happens. His lips break from mine and our connection breaks, but then I realize that is actually hasn't. I still have my hands locked with his and I see something that causes my stomach to soar. He is smiling. It's a smile of pure happiness, in a way I think it's a smile of love. I don't care anymore about who my family is or who his is because I love him.

I love him.

I bite my lip as I look deep into his eyes. I feel as though I could sail away into them and live my life out happily there but I know I can't. Yet I do believe I could see those eyes for the rest of my life, always gleaming, always being full of life and love. I realese both hands from his grip and set one on his chest above his thundering heart and one on his soft smooth cheek. That's when I realize it, why I am so drawn to this career boy, why I am so drawn to someone so opposite to me. He isn't opposite at all. He may be able to kill and he may look threatening on the outside, but just like his cheek I know within him he has a soft beating heart.

As I stand here with him our eyes locked in a stare down that could last for Ripred knows how long, I let my thumb run along his strong and powerful jawline. I tilt my head forward until my forehead rests against him and I smile, a smile I haven't had in a long time. A smile of true happiness, a smile my mother stole from me but now he gave me it back. As I feel the beating of his heart beneath my hand located on his chest I whisper softly, "Kiss me again."

[kittyoemily]

Aaron A

Age 17

District 1

She bit her lips. My fire, our Fire was still blazing not yet knowing that the trickles of rain coming in would turn into a down poor of rain. My body not yet comprehending the rain coming still feeling the fires warmth. I am still imagining that the biting of lips means something good. I see her eyes they reassure that the biting of the lips mean something else. They are gleaming bright. I want to capture them with a jar like I would with a lightening bug and keep it forever. keep it as mine. I know she does not belong to me like a lightening bug does not belong to the kid who captured it. I know deep down that this rain was here to set her free, to make me run away and cry.

My body was frozen when it happened. Her hands that warmed mine so dearly like the sun let go. They were no longer interlocked. My smile stayed frozen, shocked, tarnished. My eyes staying locked on hers, even though I felt like crying, they still gleamed of happiness that she gave me a moment before. My lips stayed smiling though I wanted to bite them off. Bite them off like she was doing right now to hers. I wanted to forget the feeling of that kiss. For a different reason than hers but all the same just get rid of that feeling. I was ready to burrow in my den like a lion that lost a battle ready to stay in until the wounds healed; if they healed..

I was done rebuilding the fire time after time again. Maybe the fire should go out. Maybe it is not worth it keeping the fire burning. Maybe it was never worth it. My shocked disbelief kept me there, staying stagnate like I was stuck in a tree. like if I moved and climbed down I would get more hurt slipping than waiting till the storm ends and the branches were dry. Were we ever safer running away from our fears? Eventually those fears will come back to you, the truth always comes back to bite you harder. It is like a damn that had to be torn down and replaced, instead of fixing it then and there like it should of been, it was ignored, that day comes and the damn brakes and kills people overflowing many places, the money to fix it was saved then, but now it is more damaging to the wallet than before even if it lasted a few more years. So I stay still waiting for the big hammer to be thrown on my feet.

None was thrown. Instead a nice breeze comes to brush my worries away. An hand on my cheek a hand on my chest. I feel my heart again. It has always been beating, but now I can feel it. I feel how fast and rapid it is going. The hands are both with me still, and my heart knows that now. It beats happily as her smooth hand is rubbing up on my face. As her other gently hand is against my chest. I can stare into her easily now. With out feeling like it is hatred to me I will see. I see something much greater and stronger. Something that has been told the most powerful thing of them all. Love that is. The thing that keeps things turning, the one reason why any one would possibly thinking of living, breathing going through life with any troubles, it all comes back to Love.

Her thumb outlines my face and I feel like my face is being rubbed up against silk. Silk so smooth so soft. She marks her finger on my chin, and I feel the urge to close my eyes and dream about this moment forever, but I don't. I want to stare at her eyes for ever. To see her forever in life. I don't want to handle second best and get her in my dreams, no I want her now I want her here with me in real life. The heat flares against my heart as her head leans against my chest. I follow those eyes that I want to look at forever, not in my dreams but in life. I want her for my own. For me. She smiles at me and I know this is want I want.

I hear a whisper. A whisper of a angel. No not a word, not a lot of words either. They were the sweetest words of them all. What words in this moment in time would I rather have? Nothing. Maybe the big three words that well any one would want to hear coming from a girl like her, but at the moment alls I could think about were the three that I wanted now. That I maybe even needed now, and she gave them to me. Me, some weird kid who does not even talk enough to get to know him like a friend in a life time. “ Kiss me again." Those three words. Whispered like an angel.

I stare a moment longer into her eyes. I did not even had to be told. I knew what I wanted, yeah it is a lot easier now that I know she wants the kiss too, but I would of done anything to have another kiss from her. I would of given up my life ten times over just to get another kiss. I stare at the two suns for what seemed like forever. Then I took her in for the kiss we wanted. I pulled her close to me. I wanted to feel the fire again. I may have pulled her a bit too close but I could not push her away. I wanted to be close, I needed to be close.

The fire was lit once again and roaring at full heat, and then we kissed. I felt a sun explode. Lip to lip, body to body. Each second felt like a million years. It was so sweet. I needed time to last longer than it does, I learned from last time, that time goes too fast, so I kept kissing with out breath. “ Never end” I whisper in between kissing. Please don't end this is what I think, and what my heart wants. She must know that I mean I don't want this kiss to end. She must. Palms sweaty I continue kissing her. Don't end I tell my self. “Please never end." I whisper one more time.

[Arrows]

L A P A S L U C I L L I A N D I S T R I C T 1

◼ Ⅱ ▸ Death, it was something that no one could avoid. Something even the people of District One and the Capitol could not escape. It was something utterly irreversible, something that could not be cured. It was also the holder of unlimited questions that could never be answered. When will someone die? How will someone die? What is it like when someone dies? What happens after the life's light goes out in someone's eyes. These were questions even President Snow would never be able to answer. Questions that should always remain just that, unanswerable questions. If people knew when and how death would come they would be able to stop it and balance would corrode. Life and Death were the two true powers of humanity, not Capitol and Districts.     Yet here in this very moment as the light of the room swirled around her, Lapas could not comprehend whether she was alive or if she was dead. As Aaron's lips had locked onto hers and stolen her breath away, she felt herself wavering with their mixing emotions. In the ensuing moments that followed the initial locking of lips, Lapas felt as if her heart had stopped. As if it could not handle the incredibly powerful amount of love that had been given to it. She was completely disorientated, yet she did not care. If her heart had truly stopped, let it, she wished to stay in this moment forever. If that ment she must die she would do it just for him, for Aaron.     She had always been told stories of devilishly handsome princes rescuing princesses and then the two fall deeply in love. Until now she had believed them all to be bitterly false, just as she believed happiness was a lie. However, he changed that, he had opened the gateway to happiness for her again. Single handedly he saved her from the demons of the darkness of depression. He may not be dressed in glimmering armor and he may not have slain a dragon to reach her in her tower. Yet he had reached her and showed her the way out of this hellish dark in which she had become accustom to living in. In every aspect of her mind, he was indeed her prince. Even now as she imagined all these vivid things he continued to hold her close, pressed firmly against him.     Never before his sweet sugar coated lips rested lovingly against hers, did she envision a future filled with a family of her own. She could see it all so clearly now, a nice house like the one they currently stood in filled with children that shared her's and Aaron's traits. She could see herself raising and loving these children with all her heart, and with him alongside her day after day. She could even see past that, she could see herself and him sitting closely next to each other on a swing, far past the ages of fifty. She could even see their future gravestones buried beautifully next to one another where they would stay forevermore. It was now in which Lapas truly knew he was her true love, that love you only ever get once in your lifetime. She knew she could not let her allude him like so many people who die alone must have done at some point. She must make herself his, and he must make himself hers; together they would forge a bond never to be broken, even by Death itself.     Lapas could feel her heart now beating louder and faster than ever before. She knew it was not because of fear or of any other thing than excitement for love. Love was such a broadly used term these days, said to whoever one is dating, but Lapas never used it so lightly. It was always something that had to be earned, and he had earned it the second he was by her side. Lapas' hands found their way to the bottom of his shirt and before she could help herself, she let her hands slide under his shirt and rest softly on his solid chest. It was then she hesitantly slipped her lips apart from his then in a tone so soft and airy she whispered, "Be mine forever Aaron, don't ever leave me." Then after a brief yet long enough pause she added one final comment, "For I love you." Then she locked her lips onto his and her hands formed small fists on his well defined chest.     Admitting her emotions had always been a challenge for Lapas, but today was different. Aaron himself was different, he was someone she felt truly loved her. Someone other than her siblings, someone she could feel differently about. Every thing about this was different, and Lapas was more than fine with that. As she stood within his room, she was once again shackled in his embrace, and he was trapped within hers. template by chelsey

[kittyoemily]

Aaron A

Age 17

District 1

They say every time a baby is born the world pauses to take a breath. A breath after holding a breath, only for a moment(After all the most important thing has now been made.),so now it was time to relax. How could the world relax however. They say babies are born every minute, of every day. Wouldn't that mean two hundred percent times play is actually in pause? Shouldn't this moment be going slower than it is? Shouldn't my drops of sweat not be making its way down my back faster than I can inhale, and exhale? Should not my heart have some time to relax and not feel like lightening keeps striking it every other second?

My nose breathes in like an crevice filling with water from the ocean's tide. It is able to swallow some, but some is also sloshed about exiting before it entered the door way. While my mouth blows out like a gust of warm air hitting a cold front. It does not simply settle. It is swooped upwards in between kisses, and I can feel it condensing in-between our faces. It was like being over a searing active volcano as it boiled. Boiled hot indeed as my face started to sweat rapidly.

If I thought the world was moving too fast before, than my perception is looking through light year glasses now. Everything came too quick. I tried and count the drops in the storm, like now it does not work. One can not take in all of his surroundings. They say you take in less than five percent, and only about one percent is ever memorized and meant for recollection again. I take in the breathing of her, and the soft hands as they press up under against my shirt. So slick and smooth, but I aim to keep my eyes on her eyes. Those eyes as they followed her arms, how they looked like a rabbit ready for some carrots. She indeed wanted more than I first thought. I wanted a plethora of more, than I first thought.

Even as I have grown used to her lips detaching themselves from mine, it still seared of that of a freshly burnt finger from a blazing fire. It ached and longed for ice.My lips longed for lips to touch mine once again, the lips being the ice. To hold them together in a comfortable manor. To not have to deal with the pain of lacking of the ice needed to stop the pain.I did not know however that Ice was not the best medicine for a burn. I would not have ever known if I have not left the districts to find myself in the hospital of the capitol. The capitol where there is true medicine for a burn, one that out competes the ice far more., "Be mine forever Aaron, don't ever leave me." was the medicine. The medicine I was able to hear, and heal myself with. The searing subsided as I realized what those words meant for me.

They were longer and more intricate than those that I could have said. I feel bad that I was only able to convey “please never end” while she was able to give me a symphony of words. To put them into what I really wanted to say. I meant that. I wanted her to be mine. Why did I not do it. I was like that one flower to only open up half way. To never realize that opening all the way is the best way to spread ones pollen, to attract the bees to spread the pollen. While she was the flower to not only able to open up all the way, but to grow taller so the bees are more likely to notice her.

Just when I thought I had the biggest, and best piece of meat I was proven wrong as she spoke yet another two couplets of words. “For I love you.” The words rolled off of her tongue, and into the air like a morning finch in the spring trying to attract a mate. She has done so properly. Perhaps some of her efforts needless since the minute that we had met, I had found myself caught in her tendrils. I did not know it then, but I know it now. I know she was too good for me. I knew that I was like a five year old speaking at my best, and she was like Robert frost even at her lowest, but I knew better enough to admit this to her. For I wanted her more than I could ever deserve her.

Unsure once again of what I would say I allowed( and desperately desired) her to go in for a full kiss again. Her pounding on my chest only heightens my lust for her some more. She was an intelligent fly trap, knowing what sparks my interests the most. If I had to describe what it would be like to see a sun explode this would be it. Something unable to be defined. Something one cannot describe. The words you can even compare, make the whole scene feel mediocre in comparison to what you really saw and felt, and smelt. My heart was pounding faster than ever. I thought I might die right there. Die from all of the excitement. I thought my heart may give out. IT was beating faster than that of any career training, and with good reason too. I knew I owed her words back, and I knew its been a bit since she gave me herself in those words. So now I must do the same.

The moment I broke our lips, I once again felt awful. I could not stand it at all so I must tell her this another way. I pulled her in for a deep hug and started to whisper in her ears. This works out in multiple ways, for I needed to her touch to keep me living from now on out. Also I don’t think I could have said this any louder. “ I will be yours, as long as you will be mine, for I can’t live with out you.” I paused where I normally would have gulped, but instead I found courage as I continue to whisper in her ears. “LAPAS
LUCILLIAN, I love you.” color="#36e619"]

[Arrows]

~*~ LAPAS LUCILLIAN ~*~

Two opposites collide in this moment. Like when two storms combine to create a super storm. Or when two streams fuze into a rushing river. Here, as the light of day fades and the smell of sweat and passion fill his room, they conjoin. A girl of soft heart unlike that of which she was named. A girl who could never lay a finger on a fly and would always cry for unknown reasons. Along with a boy as strong as a mountain is tall. A boy with unparalleled determination and sense of power. A boy who every career knew as the double AA's.  These two unlikely beings of highly polar difference now met at one point. A cataclysm of energy continued to flow from the binding of their essences. A sight unlike that of any other.

Words of airy love and passion whispered from their lips in a holy fashion. No longer was the girl of blue stone and glorious beauty still a Lucillian. In this very event her being let go of her former attachments. She filtered Aaron's power and determination from the touch of their lips. Her name itself twisted and shuttered as a new name swept the world. Lapas A. It flowed right off her mind as she held Aaron close against her body.

Even now what must be hours later she could feel his warrior's heart pounding as if it were charging into war. Strangely enough her gentle heart too pounded at the same power and same velocity. They were interlocked in a battle of true love. Some may say that sex is the true form of love, but they are wrong. Now in this little scene in the movie of time where neither of the two had broken into one another except at the lips was more than a useless activity. Here was when one could really tell what two people felt. Now, Lapas couldn't tell for sure whether this would turn into another activity than just kissing. However, she found herself not minding if it did. In fact, she kind of wanted it to.

Just as her name flutters off Aaron's pink lips she lifted the shirt over his head. The temptation that was driving her was one she had never felt. She couldn't contain it and beat it to the shadows of her mind like she did with her sorrow or fear. No this was love driving her mad. With a twisted love grin she kissed his chin and his chest as she grabbed his hand. Then in one last breath she whispered, "Lets set this in stone."

OOC-Depending on what you decide I reccomend we make a new thread later in the future to keep the site rating PG 13 xD. However if nothing happens its cool, still a future thread might be good to start eventually

[kittyoemily]

Aaron A

Age 17

District 1

“Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference”
- Robert Frost in his poem "The Road Not Taken"


When I was three my parents told me this. This was before they entirely knew that I would be a close to mute, before they knew that their unique thought process would be wasted on me. Wasted like when a piece of bread falls on the floor for two seconds and you decide to throw it out even though someone some where was starving. I never entirely knew what it meant. Perhaps it meant that one path was better than the other, like most would. Maybe my parents were hinting that I better start talking more so I can take that better path. Perhaps it was a scare tactic, or perhaps they were praising me. Time has brought confusion to that day as I have too many other memories, so I do not know exactly the tone or the expression my parents had when telling me this, I just know that it was said.

Even at sixteen I could never understand it’s meaning, and a part of me had completely forgotten about it. I may have purposely forgotten about it, since I knew I took the one traveled most. The one that one can say was worse than the less traveled by path. A part of me has loved being a career, nocking people out, taking my anger out on the world without getting in trouble, and the other side longs to have my parents proud of me, by being the way they wanted me to be. Now I know what that saying means. Now while my shirt was being yanked off of me. As I heard our breaths loud and clear like a stormy night. Our lust for each other were consuming each other, and I knew I did not take a worst nor better path. I took the right path.


“ And that has made all the difference.” - Robert frost from his poem "The Road Not Taken"

That last line says it all. Each path taken changes the outcome, it does not mean that its a good or bad thing, but that it is just different than the other. I cannot say if this was a better path, a better life that I have taken, but I know it is the right one. The right one I know because without this path I could of never have saved her, I probably would not have even been down that street at the time. Her the one that I know now I am meant to be with. It was not me saving her, no I have come to a new conclusion that perhaps she has saved me. Those soft lips as they kiss my chin, longing for what I know is bound to come. Like that of a gentle butterfly landing itself on a flower. This power of love can only compete with lust like two storm waves crashing in to each other. They engulf each other until love and lust are two of the same thing."Lets set this in stone"

I nodded for my answer. I know not if she would care or not. I believe she has accepted my non lyrical ways. I take her gentle hands and grip them staring at her eyes as if it were a beautiful sun set. I stared. I could see it. The colors of the sunset in those blue eyes. I can see it because I can see her. Her personality. Who she is, what she desires most, what she wants to become. All in her eyes. A part of me believes that I want the same thing. To as she put it “set this in stone” our love, and commitment to each other. We may regret it in the morning the action we take to do this, but not the product of our actions, for we know we want to be binded together forever. Bonded like a covalent bond . To make each other whole.

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occ: Okay so this is a bit of a different post than we have been doing... but I thought this seemed okay. anyways yep new thread. Xd