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Post by jstorm on Jan 3, 2010 3:43:30 GMT -5
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At this moment in time, if one had asked Trevent Brycan le Fay what his favorite part of being in the kitchens was, he would have replied 'the warmth'. It might have been a shock to most people. But the stone castle was cold in the dark nights of January. He might have skipped the long, freezing walk that was necessary every time he felt the need for a midnight snack, had it not been for the promise of a warmth that put even his bed to shame. It was this comfort in the heart of the freezing winter that drove him to near carelessness. He needed to feel safe. His life was packed with drama and he just wanted to sit in front of the fire, eating cookies, drinking milk and smiling with the house elves. He just hoped that Petra wasn't there. He didn't particularly want to see her at the present time. Though it seemed extremely unlikely that any other student would brave the chill to visit his hide out. Except maybe some Huffies, but they were so near to the Kitchens anyway.
So, it was with a sense of relief that Trevent tickled the fruit bowl guarding his haven. He felt his self relaxing and he smiled as an Elf approached. They knew what he wanted just about every time. Either he was that predicable or they could read it people. It amazed him regardless. After having the honor of being bowed to, Trevent followed the smaller creature over to the table he usually sat it. It was the closest one to the fireplace. And even as the term ended, Trevent would sit by the fire. It did more than warm his physical body. The flames lit up his soul and bathed him in a light that allowed him to completely believe he was not tainted by his parents. Some times, the apple could fall very far from the tree. Mulling over this, he stared into the flames. Only the sound of plates being pushed in front of him broke their spell. And happily, with the warmth of the kitchen seeping into his muscles and the promise of a ham and cheese sandwich, cookies and milk, he pushed all deeper thoughts from his mind.
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You have the power
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Post by alliesaur on Jan 3, 2010 5:09:43 GMT -5
 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -LITTLE DARLING, THE SMILES RETURNING TO THE FACESlittle darling, it seems like years since it's been here- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Anastasia, quietly tiptoed to the kitchen from her dorm. She wasn't bothered by the cold, living in London with it always raining she was used to the wet, cold, and horrible weather conditions. Her night gown wasn't something you would see everyday, but Ana was spoiled and has always been. Her family is pureblooded, of course they had the money. Yes, on the top there was a lot of skin, but it wouldn't matter as long as it wasn't too short or tight. Other than that Ana could care less, she doesn't want to be the whore. As she quietly entered the kitchen she could see a figure sitting by the fire. She soon became curious as to whom it was an ventured over closer to them. Hoping that the light would reveal whom it was. The light revealed one side of the figures face. She immediately figured out whom it was, it was her fiancé, Trevon le Fay. Ana smiled, and quietly tip-toed over to him, sat down, and quietly looked across the kitchen. She chuckled, she didn't expect him to be in the kitchen. He was a Gryffindor, and their dorm was quite far from the kitchen, while Hufflepuff's were always seen here, snaking occasionally, and chatting mostly, and even there to secretly see someone.
(Sorry that my post is short J! It's late, and my muse has faded all during the day, I'll make sure my next post is like, 2, 3 paragraphs longer.)
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LITTLE DARLING, I FEEL THAT ICE IS SLOWLY MELTING
little darling, it seems like years since it's been clear
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lyrics; here comes the sun by the beatles
listening to; Sittin', Waitin', Wishin' by Jack Johnson
word count; - - - w/out code
outfit; hurr!
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Post by jstorm on Jan 3, 2010 6:00:25 GMT -5
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Sitting in the kitchen with the fire, amiable House Elves and his cookies, Trevent was almost able to forget his problems. There was peace here, and comfort. He reminded of his early childhood before he had found out that there really were monsters out there and that his parents had been some of those monsters. Hell, weren't they still? With this latest stunt, he was certain of it. What they had been thinking when they arranged his marriage, he could not understand. Of all families, he had to pick the one that Trevent had a personal grudge with. Or not really the family. Just the son, Brandon Nott. Now, Trevent was promised to his twin sister, Anastasia Nott. He groaned.
Ana wasn't terrible. Trevent couldn't say that they were close. He knew her, had played with her as a child, had danced a few times at summer balls held by their parents. But Ana was not Rose, his childhood best friend. Nor was she Petra. She was, well, she was Anastasia Nott. Perhaps he was an idealist. Most of his friends were in arranged marriages, at least those from old pureblood families. And none of them were complaining. But, Trevent didn't work that way. He wanted to love the woman he was going to marry. Ana was pretty, well-schooled, and had the right pedigree to marry into the oldest magical family in Wales. And all that matter about as much as a heap of flobberworms to him. He didn't know what her favorite color was, or her favorite food, or what she even did in her free time. And what if she ended up being on the other side? Horrified, he dropped his cookie and pushed the plate away to rest with the rejected sandwich. A chuckle from his side nearly caused him to choke on the milk he had gulped down in an attempt to wet his suddenly dry throat.
Sitting beside him, as quiet as a mouse, was the woman that had just starred center stage in his thoughts. He wondered why the higher powers couldn't allow him to shift his thoughts alone. But, apparently, that wasn't in his cards. So many things were popping up in those pesky things. Supposing he should greet her, it would be the polite thing to do, he turned fully towards her. And gasped at her outfit. Trevent could not believe that his future bride would wear something like that. He actually didn't think anybody wore anything remotely like that anymore or ever. Wide eyed, he wondered if he was supposed to be shocked at how it looked or that she was wearing it where anyone could see her. Finally, he settled on family honor.
"Good evening, Anastasia. I'm kind of surprised to see you here. More so at your umm, dress? Do you always wear something like that to bed? I'd say something about it being indecent in my presence and likely to cause a scandal, but I think we'll be doing that without your night wardrobe. And they, I mean, I haven't given you a ring yet, so I don't really have any say in what you wear. Shit, I'm rambling."
He looked at her, a sorry smile lingering on his lips. Surely, she could see he was lost and confused. Everyone in the school knew about him and Petra. And no one yet knew about Trevent and Ana. He fingered the box in his pocket. The box he had been carrying around for about a week and a half. The one containing her ring, that she was supposed to have already adorning her hand. Yeah, that one. It was the one thing he had left, that he had to be the one to do, and holding out on it made him feel like he had some sort of power. Even if it was false and short-lived. Soon, tonight most likely, that ring would be on her finger and his life would be tied to her's. He felt so young.
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You have the power
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Post by alliesaur on Jan 3, 2010 7:32:34 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -LITTLE DARLING, THE SMILES RETURNING TO THE FACESlittle darling, it seems like years since it's been here- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Chuckling, Ana turned herself to face Trevent and smiled. "Oh, shuddup," she said playfully "It was a gift from my grandmum. You know pureblooded wealth and all that." Ana smiled at Trevent, he was so sweet, yet so shy, and awkward. From what Ana had collected from his personality is that instead of him being a Gryffindor he should have been sorted into Hufflepuff. "It's fine Trev," she said coolly "Oh, and you can call me Ana, hun. Anastasia is reserved for the adults." Ana was quite sure she was probably making the poor boy feel stupid, but she wasn't too sure of what to say at the moment, she just caught her fiancée sitting in the kitchen, drinking milk, and eating cookies. Which is fine with her, because she always did it, but the boy she was destined to be emotionally tied with was sitting in the kitchen looking as scarred as a deer in headlights. She sighed softly, and lie her head against his shoulder. This was the boy whom she was to spend the rest of her life with. Trevent was quite attractive, intelligent to say the least, and horribly adorable. At first Ana wasn't so sure about being randomly married to some dude. She thought that her fiancée was going to turn out to be a total jackass and was going to date some other girl, and going to just let them be married and then go "OKAY, BYE BYE. I DIDN'T WANT TO MARRY U ANYWAYZ."
Anastasia closed her eyes and tried to blissfully think about what life was going to be like for the next few years. First, getting engaged. Second, getting married. Third, possibly having a baby. And fourth, well no one knows how that it going to go. However, if they did have a child there was no way he was going to leave her hanging. It would not end up any good if Trev did something like that to poor Ana. And, she knew the problems Axel and Lily were having. "You know," Ana started "I don't mind if I don't have a ring. The ring is just something that indicates that your going to be married, and or are already married." it was true, a ring was just something you could show off, and that indicated you we're already taken and into the process of marriage. "You know Trev," she said "I thought you were going to turn out to be a complete jackass. But, now that I know you, I think we might have a good marriage." Ana opened her eyes, looking at the clock, it was only 12:30. 'Eh, I can spare an hour or two.' she thought to herself. "So love, when you were told that you had a pre-arranged marriage what did you think I was going to be like?" Anastasia was curious, maybe he thought she was going to be a jackass as well, an arrogant, stuck up, bitch. Kind of like her brother Brandon. "And don't lie, if we're to be married you might as well tell me."
Anastasia could fell him fumbling with something in his pocket. 'Ahh, bliss.' she thought. Ana knew what it was, she wasn't stupid. Her head still laying against his shoulder, she hummed softly, and waited for him to speak. He was a bit shy, which she didn't blame him for, so she expected him to be sort of self reserved at the moment. They we're going to be married, and they didn't even know of this until a few days ago. Trevent rambled on, but Ana didn't care. "Oh shit. I'm rambling." he said. Ana chuckled, and said "It's fine love," she said "I find your voice to be quite... soothing." Which was true, his voice did sooth her, it calmed her. She closed her eyes again, trying to keep herself from drifting off. But then she realised something. "PETRA!" her heart raced a bit and she tryed to get the girl out of her mind. Ana knew that Trev and Petra like/d each other, but what would she think now. Ana didn't know the girl well other than when she was around her brother. And then she forgot that she was a Riddle. "Oh dear merlin please help me! she thought. Ana snapped her eyes shut, and attempted to push such dark thoughts from the center of attention in her mind. Being married, being married to Trevent le Fay, and how happy the family would be to have another clean pure marriage in the family.
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little darling, it seems like years since it's been clear
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lyrics; here comes the sun by the beatles
listening to; Sittin', Waitin', Wishin' by Jack Johnson
word count; 1047
outfit; hurr!
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Post by jstorm on Jan 4, 2010 4:27:45 GMT -5
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He hadn't been expecting anyone. In the kitchen or in the current position Ana held. So for her to be both, well it was something of a shock. Just add on to the fact that she was wearing something that might have caused him to have jealous pangs, wait. Surely he wasn't having them now. He wasn't possessive like that. But, she was his future bride, his soon to be public everything. And he just. He couldn't even think it through. Nor deny that the black and pink gown looked great on her, hugging her body and teasing at what could be underneath. Her hair matched her complexion better than her blond had and her eyes well, they reminded him of rain drops. Where was all this coming from? Trevent couldn't deny that he was a guy, and he definitely felt a typical male response for her.
"Your Grandmum bought you that?" It came out slightly strangled. He couldn't imagine someone's grandmother picking out something that was so, well, sexy. And he had that urge again, that hope, that he had been the only guy to see her in it. All he could do was nod in response to her direction to call her Ana and not Anastasia. Trying to figure out this new line of thoughts, he was not going to point out that Ana was good enough for her. Anastasia might have been a mouthful and a bit grown, but it was a beautiful name and fit her. A commanding, stunning presence deserved an equally lovely and demanding name. At least, he wouldn't tell her yet.
When she leaned her head against him, he had to try not to jump. He hadn't expected her to be so upfront and accepting. It caught him off guard, she was a huffie after all. They were supposed to be shy and meek and loyal and kind and a thousand other things that most people left off. She smelled good. Trevent had a thing for scents. He knew the way most of his girl friends smelt and felt that smell was a powerful determent of attraction. He wondered if he was supposed to put his arm around her or something like that. But then she started talking about rings and he felt too guilty. After all, they were supposed to be getting married. And he had it right there in his pocket. His hand twitched over it and he thought about just giving it to her there. Not that it was romantic in the least bit. Then, he felt worse. Her words were kind and gentle, and they were probably true. If he hadn't been in love with Petra. Was she just ignoring it? He didn't think so. No girl would.
Her next question caught him off guard and he dropped the box. Instantly, his face got hot and he knew he was blushing. After a second, he did what he knew he had to do. He pushed her off of him and kneeled on the ground. His fingers gathered the fallen box and he reached out his hand for her's. "Yeah, I know, I'm an idiot. And this isn't the way you dreamed, but here goes. If that's okay with you?" He waited for her to nod, and then proceeded. His nerves made his voice shaky but it strengthened as he continued. "Ana, you asked me what I thought when I was told I was going to be engaged to someone of my parent's choosing. Well, I was terrified. I knew they would be going on pedigree and looks. Not in what I wanted my future wife be like. I was scared it was going to be a horrible marriage and it would be someone that I could never get on with. But, I feel like you're right. We would have a good marriage. So, if you accept, for this day forward, there will be no other than you. I will forever be faithful and true and pledged only to you." He pushed his own pain aside. He could do nothing else. Petra would have to see, they could be no more than friends. Ever. And his tone became formal. The words centuries old and used by every le Fay. "I, Trevent Brycan le Fay, son of Bleddyn, son of Owain, of the Blood of the Dark Lady Morgana le Fay, do pledge myself in this lifetime forever more to you, Anastasia Irissa Nott. Do you accept?"
Sure, it wasn't a dream pledge. But, it was done in his way. Besides, the Kitchen was his favorite place. And if they weren't dressed in the way they should be, well, he could take her out later to somewhere nice and dressy if she wanted. For now, he just had to do this and get it done. Then he would have to face Petra. Oh the joys of joys that would bring. But, he continued to look up at Ana. He knew what she would say, it wasn't like she had any other real choice. But still, his hand felt lonely, sitting waiting for her acceptance. He hoped someone had told her that it was unbreakable. They would never be able to put the other aside, nor be unfaithful. His heart was beating in a rapid dance as he stood on one knee with one hand stretched before him and the ring to bind her to him clutched in the other.
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Post by alliesaur on Jan 4, 2010 5:30:24 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -LITTLE DARLING, THE SMILES RETURNING TO THE FACESlittle darling, it seems like years since it's been here- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Ana chuckled. "Yes love my grandmother," she replied, she wasn't surprised. Who's grandmother would buy them something so sexual. Well, it was on her mother side, and everyone on that side was about sex appeal. She could feel how awkwardly Trevent was coming off. Ana couldn't blame him, what she was wearing, the time off night, and recently finding out that they had a pre-arranged marriage, all set of the awkward signal. "It's the first time I've worn it, my grandmum sent it as a Christmas present." Which as the truth, normally Ana wouldn't wear something like this. She didn't want to be recognized as the school slut. "Petra, Petra, Petra" the name lingered in Ana's head, she was thrashing at it in her head to go away. She felt a small pain of guilt in her stomach, she wanted it to just go away to leave her alone. Yet again came the thought of her sitting her with someone she expected to stay with for the rest of her life. It made her feel so young. Normally people didn't married until they were twenty. But, then she thought about whom she was going to marry and she felt better again. Ana felt Trevent fiddling with the box again, she simply ignored it. It was nothing, or was it? She was having second thoughts on what was inside such box. Then, she heard a "clunk!" sound.
Ana wasn't startled by this, they're had always been noise like this in the kitchen at this time. But, then she felt Trevent shifting, getting up. He knelled into front of her, and reached for her hand. Ana willingly let him hold it, and he began "Ana, you asked me what I thought when I was told I was going to be engaged to someone of my parent's choosing. Well, I was terrified. I knew they would be going on pedigree and looks. Not in what I wanted my future wife be like. I was scared it was going to be a horrible marriage and it would be someone that I could never get on with. But, I feel like you're right. We would have a good marriage. So, if you accept, for this day forward, there will be no other than you. I will forever be faithful and true and pledged only to you." For a moment she was stunned, and for another there was just joy. Ana nodded, she still a bit starstruck from the whole thing, and while so many thoughts shot through her mind like bullets she listened.
Finally, came the question. "Do you accept?" he asked, looking a bit nervous himself. Ana blinked and replied, "Very willingly, I accept." She ran her hand through her hair, and after a moment embraced him. Who knew that such a simple visit to the kitchen would end up like, this. Ana tried to catch her breath, the world worked in so many odd ways.
(Sorry it's lame, I'll proly fix it by late today though.)
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little darling, it seems like years since it's been clear
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lyrics; here comes the sun by the beatles
listening to; One tribe by Black Eyed Peas
word count; 1047
outfit; hurr!
notes; Wow, this thread has gone off the charts. Haha.
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Post by jstorm on Jan 12, 2010 19:21:17 GMT -5
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His nerves were humming as he fought not to shake there in front of his intended bride. He wanted to appear strong and manly, not the weak 16 year old that he was. He needed to be seen by her in that way. Yet he didn't think she would see him in that light, more as a shy, lame attempt to be the man she wanted. Trevent felt that he was failing Ana before they were even married. So when she just blinked at him before responding, he felt that he was doomed. Even though a small fleeting bit was overjoyed, a traitorous thought of Petra bubbling up. But upon her acceptance, though not correctly worded, pushed that away and he smiled at her. And as she moved to embrace him, he shook his head. It wouldn't be complete until she gave voice to the tradition words. He wondered if she had been warned, since she hadn't seem to know the acceptance return. For a moment, he felt breathless.
"Truly?" He barely whispered before beginning a bit louder. "Then repeat after me? I, Anastasia Irissa Nott, do accept your pledge. And in return, do hereby pledge myself to you, Trevent Brycan le Fay, and to the bloodine of the Dark Lady Morgana le Fay for the reminder of my lifetime. I throw off my own blood and embrace her's and yours."
Trevent had never felt more nervous or surprised. He didn't realize that he had known those words. Maybe it was in his blood, like the Dark Lady. What kind of title was that? His nervous caused his mind to race. He assumed that Morgana had been evil just like the most recent Dark Lord. Really, who wanted to be known by something so well scary. Though from the stories he had been told growing up, Morgana would have been a Slytherin and they were a odd bunch. He counted himself lucky to have escape their clutches. He realized that the kitchen floor had never been meant for proposals. And that he should do some thing really nice for Ana in the morning. It wasn't her fault that her fiancee wasn't in love with her the way he should be. And he decided that he would try. He wouldn't marry her until he did love her. Surely, she wouldn't be upset with that, who would want to marry someone that didn't love them? And even if they had to wait until they were thirty, he was positive that she wouldn't mind the wait. At least, he hoped she didn't.
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