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Post by PASCAL , on Nov 27, 2009 15:32:16 GMT -5
  these violent delights,
have violent ends
The days were passing tremendously by. Time was moving quickly. The clouds seemed to pass through the sky at a speed that was abnormal. But Alyson felt that the days were stretching longer, and longer was harder. harder for her to wake up every morning. Harder to see that her life was worth the breath she took every day. And soon, the days turned to months. Christmas wasn't full of holiday cheer. Nohing seemed to put a smile on Alyson's face anymore. People were beginning to worry. She could tell. But she payed no attention to it. She didn't care that people were giving her looks that wondered if she'd throw herself off a cliff. A few times she'd considered it. Once she'd almost done it. But now, she didn't even have the stregnth for that.
Alyson sat very alone in her ward in St. Mungo's Hospital. Her stressed father had had enough. He was going crazy with Alyson's silence, and the silence was probably irritating him more than it worried him, but ethier way, Alyson had to go. She hadn't made an effort to even look presentable for the small visit. Her hair was tangled, and scraped back into a messy knot, showing her pale skin. There were lines under her eyes, and she looked tired. She was exhausted. She wore a t-shirt and a thin jacket, and jogging bottoms. She stared helplessly into the window, where the snow fell down to the ground below her. Her eyes would occasionally flutter, and close for a few moments, but she'd force her eyes to open again, as she concentrated on a few single snow-flakes, descending towards the ground.
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Post by blaze on Dec 13, 2009 10:29:34 GMT -5
 WHEN YOU'RE AT THE END OF THE ROAD & YOU LOST ALL SENSE OF CONTROL ,& your thoughts have taken their toll[/color] ,[/size] ---------------------------------------------------------------------Slipping on a white long sleeved shirt, Blaze Dolohov was attempting to put small amount of effort into his appearance. Why? Because he was visiting Aly. She was the closest thing he had to a sister, he cared for her like he would care for any other member of his family, and that was saying something. She hadn’t been the same lately, her father had continuously begged Blaze to get to the bottom of her silence, and he promised he would. If only he knew how. He had uncovered her ‘gift’ or that was how he seen it, she was beautiful to him, she was always beautiful even on her worst of days. Now, Blaze had taken it under his control to lighten Alyson’s mood, whether it was by breaking the rules (which he consisted in constantly) or by just spending time with her. Something he had missed dearly.
Trailing his fingers through his short, messy hair, Blaze pushed the smaller kids out of his way, “Move,” he growled, clearly frustrated with his current surroundings. The quicker he arrived at the Hospital wing, the better. Opening the doors with little force, his emerald green eyes scanned the premises quickly, looking for the face he was incredibly fond of. “Aly,” The Slytherin’s voice beamed with confidence and he approached her at a steady pace. Why had it felt like forever since he had last laid eyes on her? Had much changed? “How are you today love?” Blaze asked placing a small kiss on her forehead. It was evident that Blaze was worried about Aly, he had been clearly stressed out with his friend’s current situation, if that was what to call it.
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HOW MANY !? 435 !?
LISTENING TO !? MUSIC? !?
LYRICS BY !? GREEN DAY - 21 GUNS !?
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Post by PASCAL , on Dec 14, 2009 12:42:05 GMT -5
these violent delights,
have violent ends
She had been doing it for weeks, but lyson felt her eyes begining to sting with salt water. She turned her head to the side, scrunching up her face, trying to stop the tears from spilling over. She wasn't even thinking of something that could upset her. She had been concentrating on her breathing, and every so often, she would count the seconds, and listen as the seconds went in rythem to her heart beat. And if she listened closely, she could hear other people walking around the corridors. Wizards were soo graceful in hospitals. The place was almost dead, but it suited Alyson. She was dead. The boy whom she'd given her entire life to, sold her soul to him, her heart. And now, it was lost. Somewhere in the blistering cold. It was useless now. It didn't much matter that it was keeping her alive. She probably wouldn't notice if her heart stopped beating. She didn't care. But there was pain. That's what she felt. Nothing but agonizing loss. She felt it in her chest, a huge hole had been ripped through her. Like her flesh had been torn open. She held her arms tigher around her waist, feeling the pain coming back the more she thought about it.
Different footsteps sounded in her ears. She raised her head ever so slightly, and listened. They were rougher, quicker steps than anyone elses. She heard someone barking at someone, ordering them to move out of their way. Alyson wondered, but no-one could be looking for her. Why would they? They had lives, lives that were worth fighting for. But then, the door of Alyson's room opened and her heart shot right up into her throat. She froze, and held her breath. Then, the sound of her name came from someone's lips. He was concerned, the way he spoke so softly, like if he spoke any louder she would shatter. Alyson turned her head around, but saw he was moving to her. Blaze. Probably her only lifeline left. He was here. And then he said that word. Love. Alyson felt an odd sort of affection for Blaze, and she felt her eyes wetting again, so she closed them. But then, the warm lips of Blaze calmed her down. He kissed her forehead, and she sighed, eventually starting to breathe again. She blinked again, finding it pretty hard to believe that Blaze was actually here. But it felt too real, where his mouth brushed against her skin. It tingled. "Fine," she muttered to him, looking away. His perfect face was too much to bare. His life seemed to great. There was nothing that put him down. He was so strong. He was a fighter. Her fighter.
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Post by blaze on Jan 8, 2010 14:58:57 GMT -5
WHEN YOU'RE AT THE END OF THE ROAD & YOU LOST ALL SENSE OF CONTROL ,& your thoughts have taken their toll[/color] ,[/size] --------------------------------------------------------------------- He didn’t know how to feel. He hadn’t been in this situation before, well, except for the time when his mother had a miscarriage and became depressed, in which Blaze had to comfort her, but that was years ago and, comforting a mother was nothing like comforting a friend. And here she was, in dire need of comfort, the type of comfort and love Blaze could only give her. Of course, he was never the one to be comforting or loving in anyway, but Alyson Goyle was the exception to the rule. She was the one girl who he had firmly committed himself to more than anyone, even more so than Lisa, which people may possibly find unbelievable. But what was really unbelievable was how devoted his was to the young female. As she hurt, he hurt. No one knew how much it killed to see her like this, Blaze was positive Aly’s own father wasn’t feeling exactly what he was feeling. He loved her, whether it was like a sister, or more and Blaze was not at all afraid to show that. If anyone else was in this situation, Blaze probably wouldn’t have cared all that much, but like everyone knew, it was different with Aly.
The corners of his lips quickly began to form a frown. Alyson’s head almost instantly turned away from him as she responded quickly to his question. Moving his hand to her chin, he forced her gently to look at him. Leaning his forehead against hers, his hand caressed her cheek as his eyes scanned her features. All the happiness was drained, only to be replaced with sorrow and hurt. Blaze could have easily mimicked her expression, but he needed to stay strong, for her. “I’m here for you now.” He reassured her in a soft tone, afraid to speak too loud in case she might just break. So what if he hadn’t been there that much in the past, Blaze was willing to chance that and was determined to be with Alyson whenever she needed him, like now, although she may not show it, he knew she needed him, just as much as he needed her. If only he could show her how much he cared, how much she meant to him, but she was too fragile, too confused already to be bombarded with other things. “Just talk to me Alyson. I need you to talk to me.” Blaze whispered, almost pleading with her, he just needed some sort of sign that indicated Aly was still in there, his Aly.
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HOW MANY !? 435 !?
LISTENING TO !? MUSIC? !?
LYRICS BY !? GREEN DAY - 21 GUNS !?
CREDIT TO !? RORA @ C. AFFAIRS[/color][/b] !?[/size]
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Post by PASCAL , on Jan 19, 2010 15:15:00 GMT -5
these violent delights,
have violent ends
Alyson would often wonder why and how she deserved someone like Blaze, and the side of Blaze that was so beautiful. She knew what Blaze could be. She'd seen him like that before. And she didn't enjoy to watch. The two had fought about this before, but their friendhship was obviously strong because they ended up laughing about it afterwards, and Blaze had made a promise to Alyson, to never show her the side she so dislikes. And Alyson sometimes hopes that the better side of him was the side they both enjoy. It had been a while since Alyson had actually seen Blaze. She looked up at him. He hadn't changed. He was still a handsome, friendly boy. It was odd to see people actually fearing him. It had been a while since Alyson had seen Blaze angry. He'd kept his promise. And there was now something about him, something that made her stronger. No-one else had done that. Not even her own father had helped her the way Blaze had. But Alyson hardly called her parents family. Blaze was more like family than her own blood-relatives.
Whenever Blaze was gone, Alyson would be thinking of him. She'd miss him dearly. There were times when Alyson's feelings for Blaze were muddled. But it just had to be a strong friendship. Blaze would never even consider loving Alyson. But there was some sort of love there. It didn't much matter what kind of love it was. Somewhere it was there. The two had a connection that no-one else could understand. There was a part of both of them that no-one else could have, but that other person. They were bonded. Alyson liked the thought.
She felt his warm, gentle hands on her face as he pulled her toward him. Their foreheads were pressed together. Only lightly. She sighed and closed her eyes, raising her arm to hook her hand over Blaze's wrist, keeping his hand held to her face. Him being close to her, it was as if he was helping her heart to beat more healthily. She could feel it pumping faster. She was becoming a little dizzy, but she ignored her pathetic, spazzed out body and looked into Blaze's soft eyes. She couldn't see anything in his face apart from hurt and worry. She closed her watery eyes, knowing the pain she was going through was affecting Blaze aswell. Sometimes she was so selfish. But she forced the tears not to escape, and she dropped her arm, leaning away from Blaze slightly. "You know, I ..." she stuttered, "I know that this'll sound selfish but," she looked up to Blaze, as if looking for something to say to him, "I don't want you to leave me ... when you walked through that door it was if you gave me something back that I'd lost." She shrugged, rubing her tired eyes to hide her inner emotions. She didn't want to let Blaze see her like this.
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