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Post by yumi on Nov 3, 2010 16:53:19 GMT -5
I am complete.
She woke up that morning feeling desolate, like she usually did. How she usually felt. She had no idea why she even got out of bed in the morning sometimes, how she mustered the strength to stand on her own two feet. The thing that really made her wonder; how she had friends. People that cared for her.
A boyfriend. That loved her.
Her heart gave an extra little pound as she thought his name. Noah Drake. She doubted she'd be able to see him again, not today. She had no idea where he was, and didn't want to ask around, with people she didn't know, feeling rather like a stalker. No, she'd have to go another day without him. When she came to terms with this, she was shocked at how her heart ached with those words. Was it normal to like – let's be honest, love – someone this much? Despite how long you have known them for? Not very long, in her case. The strangest thing about her was she didn't care. Being around him made her so different, carefree, she forgot every one of her problems. All that mattered was that he was there. With her. How she longed to see him. She loved being Happy Tuesday. She was sure others loved her being Happy Tuesday. Yes, it was all fine and well putting on a façade to fool others into thinking she was perfectly fine, but she hated deceiving people the way she did. She felt like a user. A nasty person. She hated feeling that way so much.
Shaking her head in a desperate attempt to clear the vicious thoughts that circled her mind, she dragged her heavy bones from her bed and threw on a white top, black combats, normal flats. A plain look, yes, especially when she couldn't be bothered. Leaving the room, she let her legs take her wherever they wanted to.
By chance, she met her boyfriend. Noah chuckled when she fell over. Picked her up and kissed her. They danced in the snow, kissed. That's when she revealed herself. Finally.
“For four years, they have ignored me, Noah.” With a heavy breath, she continued. “They ... they haven't spoken to me in four years. The people who are supposed to love me. For being be. They reject me. Hate me. Don't want me. My family. Because they ... they are Ravenclaws. And I am just a simple little huflepuff.” She swallowed, not wanting to admit it. She felt as though she had made a mistake, telling him. He was unsure of what to say. Stuttered, like her, until she told him she wanted someone to hold her, to love her.He smiled and told her what they had was real. Before telling him he was shut off from his father because he wanted a life of his own. She pulled away, murmering how shocked she was. Apologising. Before what happened next completed her.
No, do not be sorry. I am glad I said no, and saved my own money all these years. I have my own life, and I want you to be a part of it. You and I, forever. And I promise you, no matter what, I will never let go. Cross my eye and poke my heart!
She kissed him with everthing she had as if her life depended on it. To her, it did. And their lips touched, their tongue's danced and Noah nibbled on her lip. She pulled away, put either had on each of his cheeks, staring into his enrapturing, fathomless gaze and whispered, “Noah Drake, I love you. More than I imagined possible.” And pressed her lips to his once more.
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Post by drake on Nov 3, 2010 23:22:36 GMT -5
How brave she was to admit to him something she had shared with so few people. How did he know she had shared it with so few people? Tuesday, his Tuey, was shy and reserved. She seldom ever spoke to others unless she was spoken to. He always watched her from a distance when they could not sit together in the Great Hall. He had seen her run from a crowd, and when he went to follow, he would come up on her drawing in some remote corner of the school. Not less than once he had found her in the company of her twin sister, someone he had never shared a word with though they were in the same house. Noah felt weird looking at the twin, it was almost like a mirror image. He looked at his girlfriend, and tilted his head slightly to the side. She had told him her secret, and his heart ached for her. He wanted to encase her in glass and protect her from the cruel world that did not deserve her. He knew that he could not do such a thing. As fragile as she was, to him she was strength. She had so much more inside her that she was not aware of having. He could see it almost as clear as he could see her warm chocolate brown eyes. Noah held her close, whispered his promises into her ear, and kissed her. He held every intention of keeping those promises, even if it took his dying breath to do such things for her. Noah was in love, but it was so much more than common love. He felt complete when she was with him, like she was some piece of the missing puzzle in his life. He did not want to lose her, and he knew that he had to tell her about his own family.
He opened his mouth and whispered to her about his father, his family business, and his experience living on his own. He told her of his savings, and how he had been his own family since the past year. He had been all but disowned by his father, and his brothers were too busy with their professional Quidditch lives that they had no time for him. He smiled to her, hinted about marriage, and held her longer. He had told no one about his life outside the castle. Only a few people had ever cared enough to ask. And no one knew as much as she did in this moment. He did not feel his own problems were anything compared to hers. He started making plans, plans he would not tell her about just yet, but these plans involved taking her away and making her a life of comfort. A life filled with love, happiness, and kisses everyday; a life she deserved. He wanted to show her that she was so much more than what her family thought. It was an automatic dislike he felt for her parents, one he would never forget. How could anyone ignore her, she was so bright, so beautiful. And Noah loved her, there could be no doubt. He loved her more than he had felt for another human in his life. Noah had no clue what the future held for either of them, but he was going to make sure it was a future they could spend together.
Noah returned her kisses, held her tightly in his arms while his coat draped over her smaller shoulders. She told him she loved him, more than she imagined possible, and Noah felt that love. A deep emotion that not only brought butterflies dancing in the pit of his stomach, but a comfort and peace that he had never thought could exist. And in this moment he felt he could face anything in the world, as long as that smile was always with him. Always waiting for him to come in out of the dark, and he shared her kiss. His arms moving on her back, fingers playing in her hair, lips pressing against hers. He could not get close enough to her, and wished he could hold her here like this forever. IN a frozen embrace that the world could never touch, never take away, never come in between. His heart was hers, and hers alone. There could be no doubt that he belonged to her. As he had teased that her finger would soon hold another type of ring, so his heart announced his eternal love for her. Youth, it was what they had. Given time this love would grow to consume their worlds, and transport them away into a land of bliss. A land filled with smiles, kisses... Tuesday Drake. It did have a beautiful ring to it, and he would do everything in his power to see to it that this happened. That the two had their happily ever after, together... never apart. The world would be theirs.
"I know you do, and so do I." {{It was beautiful. I loved it. I just hope my post sounds decent. I am working with a very tired mind at the moment.}}
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Post by yumi on Nov 6, 2010 18:11:22 GMT -5
If you had asked Tuesday a year before, where she saw herself a year ahead, she couldn't have told you she expected a boyfriend. Well, to be more precise, she couldn't have told you she thought she'd get someone as sweet as Noah. She would have predicted the worst for herself. Abusive? Ignorant? Stupid? Yes, the works. Something she would have expected, but it wasn't delivered, and for that, Tuesday was happy - far more than people expected her to be. It was as if she didn't have to pretend to stop people being concerned any more. They weren't concerned about her. They may be concerned that Noah was taking up too much of her time, and that she was getting too involved with him too quickly. But they didn't know what it was like. She was like one of a kind, and it made her laugh that a fifteen year old could even begin to contemplate love and marriage. Perhaps more so than an adult. She was never one for rushing into something like this, but it felt so right, like Noah was the other half of her that she wanted, that she needed. It felt awful of her, but she felt as though she depended on Noah to be there. She knew she shouldn't, because there would maybe come a time that Noah wouldn't be there for her – away, perhaps. Actually, as she thought about it, at the end of the year, Noah Drake would most certainly graduate and she wouldn't be able to see him properly for two years. The thought made her sick to the stomach, but she knew that she shouldn't run away from her problems, and certainly not from Noah. Besides, he wouldn't cheat. She was sure, stupidly, but he confessed he felt the same way about her as she did about him.It did make her more confident, but still she was a teenager, and she could and it was very likely she would get paranoid about Noah. Of course she felt terrible about it, but it was true.
Forcing herself back into the brilliant reality, she smiled. It was a difference, what a difference that it didn't take brutal force to make her mouth arch up. It came easily, and of course it made her blissfully happy, that someone loved her and she loved the same person so much he could make her smile. She squeezed herself against him in a hug once more, hoping that he could feel the adoration that was radiating off of her. She could feel his gaze admiring the singlet ring of his she was wearing, with a gleaming 'D'. Knew he was thinking how one day it would be an engagement ring, or a wedding ring, on her slender finger.
After he told her that he loved her too, slightly, she pulled away, and looked down. She needed to face her problems. She needed to tell him what had started troubling her … before she couldn't take it. Before she hurt him.
“I need to tell you … two things.” She took a small breath before lifting her gaze up to him. “I don't want to seem crazy, but I … it's like I depend on you, and if I hadn't met you, Noah ...” she shuddered at the thought. “Well, think about it. How … desolate I'd be … shier than now. Than I was. I just want you to know how much I … adore you. I don't want to lie to you … I don't want you to under or over estimate me. But I love you. Please don't … don't hurt me.” She looked away again, the red flooding under her cheeks. “I know you wouldn't. I just want you to confirm it.”
What she said next she blurted out, but as a small, hoarse whisper than he would probably hear, knowing to strain when with her, she hadn't intentionally meant to come out the way it did. “I don't understand … why ...” She breathed, forcing herself to stay rooted. She hated making the moment awkward, but she needed to let him know. “How you can love me. I'm … I'm flawed. Stupid, pessimistic, shy. I'm … A hufflepuff.”
And she brought up what she had said the first day they'd met. “I'm imperfect...”
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Post by drake on Nov 19, 2010 20:40:15 GMT -5
So Here I Am; I'm TryingSo Here I Am; Are You ReadyLet's Start This Again, For Real When he was young he was constantly pressured into doing the things his father wanted him to do. He was forced to read and study from an early age about things that children in first year of Hogwart's would be learning. By the time he was accepted to the school, Noah was on level with most fourth year students. It got to the point to where he never had to crack open a book to know some of the lessons. Other times he would read something once, and know it. He aced most his tests, and the ones he only passed he had to retake three times when he went home. School was not the only thing he was forced into doing at his father's whim. Noah was also made to play Quidditch, something he detested. Although he was good at the sport, he felt there were other things he could do with his time. Things that would be put to better use when he was older. He did not want to follow in his brother's footsteps and become a pro player. Although his father would love the idea of having three professionals in the family, Noah wanted to part of it. He made sure he was banned from ever playing Quidditch at Hogwart's: Noah was the first Ravenclaw to ever be removed from the team, and not allowed in the stands during games. His father was more than pissed, but Noah did not care. His father would never approve of Tuesday. She was younger, and a Hufflepuff. Noah smiled as he thought of this, knowing he could careless. He loved Tuesday with his full heart. No matter what his father said, or thought, there was no way in hell he was going to ever let this girl go. She completed him in a way no one else could. He had hope when he had her, and this was more than he could ever want. Knowing she loved him, and wanted to be with him, made it all worth while. Noah loved Tuey, and there could be no doubt that he always would. I've been here before a few times And I'm quite aware we're dying And your hands they shake with goodbyes And I'll take you back if you'd have me He was pulled from those thoughts by her soft voice, shy tone, and trusting words. His heart opened up to her as she told him what she felt, how she felt, and what she needed from him. He felt like he could cry with her overwhelming words. How could he ever hurt her? How would he ever have the dark heart to make her miserable with a betrayal of any sort? He could not ever see this happening. She did not know how much he loved her, or his plans for the two of them once he graduated. Noah knew what he was going to do before he left this school, it was the most important choice he had ever made in his short life. She was the center of his world, the center of his universe, and she did not even know this. It did not surprise him. She did not want him to under estimate her, but she always did that for herself. He had to admit, she had come out of her shell in more ways than once since they met. The day she came into the Library all those months ago Tuesday had been a different person. She smiled more now, she spoke her mind, she held his hand where anyone in the world could see it. She showed him she was in love every day. All he had to do was look in her eyes and know. It was as obvious as the snow on the ground. Noah felt the same way. Nothing could change this, but she was still insecure about their relationship. He needed her to know she was more than worthy, that he felt like he was not worthy of her. He knew exactly how this would happen, how he could show her his love, and it would have to wait until the lock-down was ended. Noah had a plan, and he needed to get beyond the castle walls to fulfill this idea of his. Until then, he could not let her in on his secret. She would learn soon enough. And I'll miss your laugh your smile I'll admit I'm wrong if you'd tell me I'm so sick of fights I hate them Lets start this again for real Noah pulled her into an embrace as the wind softly moved over his shoulders. His arms moved around her small frame, and he laid her head on his chest. His fingers moved through her hair, softly stroking her as he kissed the top of her head. She felt like she belonged in his arms, like she was made to fit into the circle of his embrace. He inhaled her, letting her smell linger before swallowing her down, his lips resting on her head as he held her. His heart felt like it could melt through his chest to cover her in his love. His body trembled lightly as he stood with her. His eyes slid closed, and his mouth moved on the top of her head. "Tuey, you are not imperfect. You are my heart. To say you are flawed is to say my heart is too flawed. I do not feel my heart is flawed. If anything it has been perfected when you entered it. It belongs to you, to do with as you please. I promise you, with every ounce of who I am, I will not hurt you. I love you. You alone. From this day forward, with each falling of the sands of time, this is my word. My bond. My promise to you eternal." His words were true, ever single breath he spoke them with held a power that he never knew he could harness. It was all due to her, her love, her smile that made him fall in love so deeply. She was his everything, will be until the day he no longer held breath. If there was such a love that could exist to compete with the power of immortals, Noah though it was in his heart for her. He only hoped that when his plan was complete she would know. She would smile her magical smile, and love him even more. Noah loved his Tuey, and with her his life was complete. {{New template. I hope it does not mess up the actual role play. Let me know what you think, when you have a free moment.}}
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Post by yumi on Nov 25, 2010 15:02:52 GMT -5
Maybe if they had never spoke to her when she was young, perhaps if they'd thrown her into care, it wouldn't have stung so much. If she never knew them, she could move past them. But the way it worked was the people around her made her more confidence, bubbly, the light in her eyes shine in such a way she was a completely unbelievable how pretty she was. Then she returned home and was confined to her room, all they did was completely ignore her. Maybe if she were lucky, she'd capture a fleeting glance from them in her direction, yet even if she did, she wouldn't have wanted to see it. The eyes, their eyes, were so full of annoyance, anger and denial it hurt her chest. Perhaps it was her heart breaking. With every day she was at home, the shier and shier she became. Gradually, until when she returned to school she was more timid than people would or probably could ever believe.
Thinking of her parents, Tuesday shuddered, and not because of the cool air that floated about her. Her parents would never accept that she had found love. If they were capable of doing this to her, their own daughter, goodness knows what they would do to the poor boy if she were to come home with him, hand in hand, one day. Yet she knew that she'd need to do it. When she moved out to live with him, she couldn't just flounce out of the door with suitcases and never come back. The person Tuesday Tylyn Kerrinson was just wouldn't allow it. She needed to tell them why. Ask them why. Confront them.
Family was a harsh word in her ears. It wasn't a word she liked to describe her blood relations, all except one. Wednesday, her twin. She, Tuesday, loved Wednesday, unconditionally like families were meant to. She didn't know why Wednesday disliked Noah. It confused her – Noah was sweet, caring and made her blissfully happy. Couldn't she see this?
Happy … and suddenly, in the blink of an eye, she was upset. Reece. The person who was like an elder sister to her. She used to be in love with him. With Noah. With the person she was in love with. She felt horrible, absolutely bitchy. But what could she do? She was too attached to him now. She felt she had gripped onto him and now it was impossible to let go. It was impossible to let go, even then, as she gripped to his arms a little tightly, wanting a hug before the tears fell like rain. Depressing rain that could influence people.
A small gasp as Noah's soft touch burned her skin (in a good way), he brought her closer to her, engulfing her in an embrace. His head rested lightly upon hers, and he ran his fingers through her dark hair. She was stiff, but gradually she became less tense, and relaxed into him. Noah Drake, the boy she loved. She knew she'd never let him go. She felt the tremble run through his body, and hoped it wasn't her words that had caused it, merely the cold, but she doubted it. She always, in her opinion, messed everything up. As he began to talk, his mouth she hadn't even realised to be on her head, tickled her scalp as he spoke. She let her eyes drift closed, feeling relaxed, if slightly shaken.
“Tuey, you are not imperfect. You are my heart. To say you are flawed is to say my heart is too flawed. I do not feel my heart is flawed. If anything it has been perfected when you entered it. It belongs to you, to do with as you please. I promise you, with every ounce of who I am, I will not hurt you. I love you. You alone. From this day forward, with each falling of the sands of time, this is my word. My bond. My promise to you eternal.”
Like magic, them, he had healed her wounds. Shaking slightly with the reality of it, of them, she smiled. She wished she could freeze time and live where they were. It was perfect. Alas the world like life wasn't kind, and refused to allow her this. So, with a small sigh, she tilted her head up to face his kind eyes, which were shut. She didn't mind, as long as she could speak the words she needed to.
“I don't love you, Noah Drake.” She mumbled, wondering if he was taking the mislead of her words badly. “I adore you. I promise, if it is what you want I will never let you go.” And they stood there, the wind trying to sway them, as Tuesday felt love beyond imagination.
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Post by drake on Dec 1, 2010 18:26:57 GMT -5
{{Most this was done a bit ago. I tried to finish it best I could. I hope this is alright and does not wreck our thread.}} So Here I Am; I'm TryingSo Here I Am; Are You ReadyLet's Start This Again, For Real Noah had not felt love like this in his life. Sure, he had not lived very long in the wide view of things; but, he could never remember a time when love felt so pure, so right, so innocent. It was a firefly deep within the dark well of his soul. It danced around shining light on everything it bumped into. Noah felt that little light was Tuesday. She made everything she touched so bright, so pure, so innocent. She was worried that he expected too much. She was concerned that he did not expect enough. She was shy, but outgoing now. She was quiet, but her laugh filled his world. She was small, but she completed him in a way no one else could ever do. And that was something he would never forget, no matter what happened in his life. She was there, she was his, and she was everything to him. I've been here before a few times And I'm quite aware we're dying And your hands they shake with goodbyes And I'll take you back if you'd have me All his life he had been surrounded by the rough world of his father. Through all the hardships, and disappointments, he knew his father had loved him in his own weird way. Nothing could change that, and Noah knew this. They had the major disagreement due to money. Something that Noah did not understand. His father loved the business more than he seemed to ever love his sons. This was especially true for Noah, who did not want to play Quidditch, nor go into one of the family's businesses. So even though he was loved, it was not a good sort of love. He thought he had loved another girl before, and he still cared deeply for Reece. However, things did not work between them. It had bothered Noah for a long time, and he still felt so guilty when it came to his Slytherin friend. However, that love paled in comparison to what Tuesday had showed him. In the short time they had been together, Noah could see his future in the reflection of her eyes. He knew what he wanted to be, and know he knew how he wanted to be that with. He loved his Tuesday. And I'll miss your laugh your smile I'll admit I'm wrong if you'd tell me I'm so sick of fights I hate them Lets start this again for real "I understand, Tuey. Trust me. You never need to feel like you have to explain it to me. Our minds think alike, and our hearts beat with the same rhythm. It will always be us." He smiled to her, and loved the way she felt in his arms. He was happy with her, and even thought that her twin Wednesday would see them and know Tuesday would be alright. They had forever to make this love grown, and it was already warming his heart in way he could never expect. {{I know this sucks, bad! I am so sorry. Typing with one hand is hard, and I am a bit under the weather. Please, forgive me? Tuey? I am so ashamed!}}
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Post by yumi on Dec 4, 2010 15:04:23 GMT -5
It was odd, the way she seemed to just fit there, like she was made for him, and him only. She didn't know if this was what all love felt like. She had never been in a relationship before, never mind been in love. That's why she wondered, was this love? Or was it just rushing into things? With an impatient sigh, she looked up to catch a glance at his face, and took another sigh. This one was of adoration. She had just answered her own question. She was most definietly in love with Noah because ... she just knew. Every glace, every brush of skin, it warmed her up. He could make her smile. It wasn't something that had happened often. She hadn't felt this way even about Lorcan. And getting so involved with Noah so quickly had surprised her. Tuesday wasn't one to fall into things like this so quickly. She wasn't logical, but even she knew how fast a pace they were setting. But she couldn't help it. Even if she had a logical side it would have been smothered by Noah's obvious adoration for her. She believed in him and more so herself when she was with him. Maybe, maybe he took up too much of her time, but she didn't care. With all her heart, she was in love. Noah was one of the two people she could properly trust, the other one being her twin Wednesday.
Oh, Wednesday. In some ways, she was more naive than Tuesday herself. After ages of pondering over it, finally the young Hufflepuff had finally realised something. Wednesday thought Noah would replace her. This wasn't true. Of course, Tuesday thought - no, she was adamant she knew - that it was her fault for acting rather frosty towards Wednesday when she had first entered her life, but this was because of how quickly her parents and siblings accepted her, simply because of the colour and quality of the Ravenclaw house. She wanted now to cuddle Wednesday, hug her and assure her no one, not even Noah Drake could replace her twin. Wednesday was the only family she had now, the only flesh and blood that loved her for her.
But now ... she couldn't now. She couldn't force herself or even bring herself to break away from Noah.
"I understand, Tuey. Trust me. You never need to feel like you have to explain it to me. Our minds think alike, and our hearts beat with the same rhythm. It will always be us."
"Forever and ever and ever." She mumbled, her eyes closing as she spoke childishly, burying herself deep into his embrace. "I'm sorry I doubted you." She sighed a sigh of relief. They were on the same wavelegnth, same frequency.
They were in love.
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Post by drake on Dec 18, 2010 11:17:47 GMT -5
Darling Yumi, there is no post on the face of the planet that can compare to the way you did this thread. You are an amazingly talented writer, and I can not see myself replying to this without messing up the last sentence. I think we can safely close this thread, and look on to another.
It is a pleasure, and a privilege to write with you. Thank you for letting my Noah Drake get to know your Tuesday Kerrison. The adventures have been amazing, and we have all the time in the world to develop their future together. Again, thank you so much!
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