Lilly Starbroke Pierce
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Post by Lilly Starbroke Pierce on Jun 25, 2015 5:04:02 GMT
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Why was she here? Why was she still alive? Why did she have to endure this lifeless hell? The only fate that would bring her peace would be one that killed her, for she suffered in silence, she suffered with nothing, for she was nothing. The only cure for her heart was something that killed inside, if she wasn't already dead. It felt like her heart was ripped out and it was too fast for her body to comprehend for a faint beating still kept her breathing. It was a curse that she was still alive. She thought she would never want to leave because she had what she wanted all along. A family. But the price she paid was something far greater and it had become her worst fear, until it became just a thought that struck no emotion within her, only taking it away. She always wished that the pain would stop until she felt nothing at all. It was a high price to pay and it was one she wasn't prepared for. Before at least she had some way of recovering but what would make her recover from this? She couldn't simply ask somebody for help for nobody she knew could help make a cure for this disease. What was worst was that her children had to live with a dysfunctional mother, she couldn't even show true love in her eyes, simply just a mask to make them believe that she could actually still feel again.
Nothing brought her peace. Nothing brought her happiness, not one single thing. Affection was simply just another gesture that brought her no warmth, no spark in her heart could even fly within herself. But she had to hide it. She had to hide it all. She couldn't let anybody know the demons that had mauled her from the inside, tearing her apart until she was left with nothing but herself and her thoughts. Her dark dark thoughts. She was drowning and the surface of the sea was too far up for her to see. It was too dark, and it blinded her, and wrapped her in a blanket of comfort. Her boat of rescue had long since crashed and sunk, just like she was. It was suffocating, the water too thick, she couldn't breathe and a weight kept dragging her down. Too fast she went. Too close to the bottom of the ocean she was. In the dark and the quiet she suffered with a fate worst than death (which seemed more like a miracle at this point). Anybody who could of been a savior was far away, standing at the shore as she disappeared in the water.
There was no serenity where she dwelled. The calm brought no feeling of content in her. She couldn't say a word of truth, not when anybody asked her if she was okay. She had to keep her disguise unbroken. The monsters inside of her had to hide, nobody could know what she was, what lurked in her soul. Nobody could see her for her, for whoever she was in the past was gone. This was her. This was what destiny made her out to be. It was what she was going to be until she found something to save her once more, if that could ever happen let alone even matter since life hated her so much. Hit after hit, she was broken down, there was no break in her life and if there was it was fake, just a trick to make her believe she was safe. That everything was going to be alright. Because truth be told, it never was and it never will be, not when she found no remorse in the present and could only find herself dwelling the past. It was easy to paint herself a mask, even though she had long forgotten what normal feelings felt like, but she knew what she looked like when she had them, what they were, what their definition was. Who was she to deny her loved ones the simple pleasure of seeing a smile light her face? She needed to let them believe that they were doing something right. That she was truly fine. That she was strong like she once was. But she wasn't. It wasn't their fault, it was her fault. They didn't know how to find her help and to be honest she didn't either but she couldn't lean on anybody anymore. Even if she was a wreck without having anybody to lean on.
It was in the middle of the day, around 3 or 4 pm, the sun was trying to dip itself towards the horizon. It made its way down the blue canvas, clouds dotting the sky. Red, orange, and yellow leaves painted the trees like a beautiful drawing. She had herself snuggled into a coat, jeans covering her legs. It wasn't that hard to get her warm, considering her small stature. Emmett had proposed the idea of going for a walk, for what reason, she forgot. Probably because she was focusing on just smiling and nodding, stating that it was a good idea, that quality time was always good. Yeah right. She always liked being with Emmett, don't get her wrong, but... well.. socializing wasn't one of her strong activities right now. Bronze eyes lazily swayed from one area to the next, breathing calmly as she drifted across the pathway that lined the park. She kept a neutral mask upon her facial features, being as normal and casual as possible. After all, she wouldn't want anybody to see behind her eyes now would she?
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Emmett Pierce
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Post by Emmett Pierce on Jul 28, 2015 16:37:08 GMT
[attr="class","foreign"] [attr="class","dust"] [attr="class","gold"]1500 [attr="class","gold"]wow boys.... wow cole... ulla [attr="class","sun"]we're setting fire * to our insides for fun If life was a game they were playing then he had lost. The war was raging, and he’d given up. On what? The façade of normalcy, the hope that things could return to how they once were, that life would cut them some slack. There was nothing normal about his life, there never had been, but as of current things had fallen like a landslide, and his grip on reality was slipping. Being strong had only gotten him so far as to watch a newborns life slip away before his very eyes; to watch his very own fiancé and cousin betray him. Had concealing his rage even been worth it?
He’d forgiven her sure enough, assured the woman that mistakes could be made, she was only human after all. But the man could not forget. No, even as life seemed to be settling down for the better another curveball had been thrown, and the impact this time was monumental. They’d lost a son. The vivid memories were now forefront in his mind and he could not shake the anger that filled every fiber of his being, when he thought of it. He had been betrayed, and the little bit of light he found in the matter, had now been snuffed out.
What did even he have to live for? A fiancé who was already dead inside, a dying sister, a missing brother. Lilly was by his side, as always, and he still had his two daughters to care for. Perhaps he should have been grateful. But she was… vacant. For a woman that no longer even enjoyed affection it was as though he was mourning her, as well as their baby. He was alone, spiraling into the darkness rapidly without brakes in sight. If not even his love could be there to help him, then he was truly on his own. He was broken.
Had he been cursed? Was this all just some cruel joke?
He’d chosen the park to get his mind off of things, as if some last ditch effort before burying himself in a bottle of alcohol. The man strode quietly amongst the fall foliage, eyes wandering but never settling, probably because it was all background noise. He simply didn’t give a shit, not even that he had a beautiful woman by his side, most likely due to the fact that she didn’t seem to even acknowledge him anymore. His navy eyes, once so filled with affection and love, were now empty. Not void of love, but the exhaustion of trying.
The man was furious, and it was all because of Cole. Family was supposed to support one another. This was a man who had grown up with him, had seen his childhood and could relate to him better than anyone at this point in time. His very own cousin. Cole had very well ripped the soul out of them and threw it 8ft under along with their dead son. It was not Emmett’s by blood, and he had just began to come to terms with it, but by that point it was too late… fate had made its claim. And now he was left to pick up the pieces. The man reached out to lace his fingers through Lilly’s. He longed to comfort her, knowing she’d only put her walls up anyways, but it was in his nature to try. He simply missed how things used to be.
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Meanwhile, Cole had long forgotten about the indiscretion. He was not one to dwell over the past, he hadn’t since his youth and his mother’s passing. Nothing good ever came of it more often than not, and he was by many aspects, a progressive man. Life was short, so why bother with the nasty bumps in the road? He was much more concerned with his career, and the sexy little woman by his side was more than enough to help him forget about his past.
He’d agreed to go with her to the park; not his typical place for a date but he was not about to refuse her. Something about teaching him how to walk his own dogs? He hadn’t been paying attention, he’d probably agree to jump off a plane if it meant another moment in her presence. She was like a drug, and now that he’d gotten a taste he wasn’t going to give her up without a fight. The man had scoffed at the idea nonetheless. He knew how to walk his own dogs, he just found it easier not to. He had things to see, people to do… or was it the other way around?
The man adjusted Maddox’s leash in his hand so that he felt the slight tension of the dog trotting along beside him. The stark white animal looked rather pleased to have his own owner at the end of his leash; although Cole was much too prideful to admit such, especially to the woman beside him who probably would have no problems with calling him out on it. He smirked, perhaps fond of the thought and the teasing banter that would ensue but, his pride wouldn’t allow it. “Have I proved my worth yet?” He teased lightly.
And that’s when he saw Emmett along the trail. The blood fled from him as he halted abruptly, feeling the tug of the leash as the unsuspecting dog reached the end of it. Cole immediately registered the look of pure fury upon the other man’s face, the quiet and brooding kind that he’d seen countless times over his life. Well, damn. He wished to have avoided this situation. But unfortunately, things didn’t always pan out how he wished them to. He respected Emmett, and wasn’t exactly fond of ripping him to shreds. Although, as the saying went… when life gave you lemons… you make lemonade.
Muscles tensed as he instinctively strode in front of Cass. It wasn’t rocket science how this was going to play out. He turned back to her, an eerie calm in his ice blue eyes, despite the bloodlust that steadily grew and writhed in his chest. “Maybe you should go on ahead.” He had business to attend to and in all honesty, he didn’t feel like having to explain, nor did he wish for her to see him at his worst. He readjusted attention to the man who was closing the distance. “Emm, stop alright, not here.” Not with her around. He could hardly be blamed for trying, however badly. The reality was, he already knew things were not to remain civil, so there was no point in trying. His mistake had been one that was now coming to bite him in the ass… or was it Emmett to receive the bite?
Emmett scoffed, and beneath his lifeless eyes, a flame started. Who was this man to tell him to stop anything? All he’d ever done was help the sleezballs of the world and get people pregnant. “Stop? That’s a good one. Maybe you shoulda thought of that one when you were pounding away at my fiancé.”
Cole only offered the man half of his attention. So he had, unknowingly, screwed his cousin’s girl. So what? And, what had been the point of playing nice again?
It was mighty hard to pretend to be civil when the man had immediately attacked him, and Cole had never been one to back away from a challenge. The taut muscles below his skin yearned for the fight, and the jaguar within him paced anxiously. Patience, patience. He needed to play his cards correctly and wait for the moment Emmett made the first move. Which he knew without a doubt, this man would. But that didn’t mean that the shifter couldn’t scope out his prey. His leg A feline curiosity pulled attention to the other mans injured limb. He had been favoring it was he walked. Well, that was easy enough.
Returning attention to the problem at hand, a fuming, yet irritated sigh released itself through Cole’s nose. If the man wasn’t going to fight, then he was wasting his time. He had a woman to attend to. “Maybe you should have kept up with her in the first place.” He countered effortlessly, seemingly finding more interest in the Rolex on his wrist. “If you cared for her you wouldn’t have let her run off to a bar, and get swept up so easily by another man.”
“Don’t you dare.” Emmett hissed, “You should have had enough sense to keep your damn hands off of her.”
“If you hadn’t been such a disappointment, she wouldn’t have needed my hands.” His gaze shifted back momentarily to the dark haired woman behind Emmett and he smirked, the memories piling into his skull. “She was fun, I’ll give her that.” (If he was thinking of the right one, that is.) But alas, she was nothing near what he currently had. In his book, anyways. “Luckily for you, I’ve had better.” [newclass=.gold]background-color:#fff;padding:2px;border-left:#8A0808 10px solid;font-family:century gothic;font-size:10px;color:#8A0808;width:120px;margin-top:10px;opacity:0;transition: 1s all;text-align:left;[/newclass] [newclass=.dust]-webkit-filter: grayscale(1); filter: grayscale(1);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.sun]-webkit-filter: grayscale(1); filter: grayscale(1);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign:hover .dust]-webkit-filter: grayscale(0); filter: grayscale(0);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign:hover .gold]opacity:1;transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign:hover .sun]-webkit-filter: grayscale(0); filter: grayscale(0);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign ::-webkit-scrollbar]background-color:#fff;width:1px;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign ::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color:#666;width:1px;[/newclass] [googlefont=La Belle Aurore] |
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Cassia Alia Macario
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Post by Cassia Alia Macario on Aug 5, 2015 22:51:53 GMT
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Amondi pranced loyally by her side, the tan and black doberman puppy thoroughly enjoying his time out in the park with his woman. She turned turquoise eyes down to the pup and affectionately scratched behind his ears, the pups enthusiasm contagious or maybe it had something to do with the man who's arm she had looped through her own...This was a much different park experience that the last time she'd been here. Thoughts of the prick Asher flashed through her mind and she almost snorted her amusement at his clumsy attempt at trying to cop a feel and here she was with yet another man in this very same park, but she knew she wouldn't stop his hands if they did a little exploring. The thought brought an almost shy smile to her face, but the cold winter wind blew her hair to briefly shield her face from Cole's scrutiny. She could feel it. She was toeing the line here. What she felt for this man was unlike anything she had experienced before. For all of her attempts to guard her heart, she - the monster, found herself drawn more and more to this asshole of a man. He was conceited, arrogant, pretentious, but he made her feel cherished, valued and desired. She saw it in the looks he threw her way. She loved that heated lust-induced haze he got in his eyes whenever they made eye contact that lasted more than a few seconds.
She knew every curve, every dip in his body. She had reduced him to base instincts in their carnal devouring of one another and for once in her life it didn't feel one-sided. The past few weeks felt as if she'd had the world on a string, at her beck and call and Cole was the reason that her life didn't feel so empty...so lonely. They'd bantered back and forth via text and impromptu encounters and every experience was a memory she cherished and clung too. It all felt perfect. She laughed as Cole tried to play off walking an eager Maddox as an accomplishment. "Have I proved my worth yet?" He teased and it brought her own eyebrow to arch as she held Amondi's leash in her right hand, left arm wrapped around his right. Her mind instantly flashed to the multiple occasions where he had proven himself, but she wasn't about to feed her man's ego. Shit. My man. Where the hell did that come from? She ignored the wayward thought. They had a good thing going right now and she was too scared to ruin it by putting a label on it. With labels came expectations, responsibilities and what have you and she liked Cole to much right now to set up any kind of limitations on their relationship. To be honest, she'd take him any way she could get him - for now.
She pursed her lips and gave him a mocking glance, "Please. If you think a little dog walk walk in the park is going to cut it then you think I'm too easy." Her eyes flashed in challenge, but also mirth. She loved that he could handle whatever she dished out. She'd never been the soft and delicate kind of woman, but Cole had begun to bring out emotions and feelings within her that were foreign and tender. It had scared the hell out of her initially, but the more time she spent with him, the more she just had decided to accept the good thing while it was still going on. She allowed a small laugh to escape her lips as she walked in tandem with him, loving the feel of the warmth of his body beside hers. It was such a ordinary activity, walking their dogs in a park, but it was bringing out extraordinary feelings of hope and contentment - something she wasn't used too and he did that for her. All of his smart ass comments, teasing glances and tender touches to their violent almost needy love making - she was starting to need them almost as much as breathing. He was an addiction that had wormed its way into the center of her life and for once she was letting the barriers down and letting him take a place in her heart.
She was about to plant another playful barb when she felt him jerk to a halt, poor Maddox jerking to a halt at the end of the leash not prepared for the sudden halt and she hadn't been prepared either. She jerked to a halt beside him, a quizzical look on her face as he addressed her. “Maybe you should go on ahead.” Her teasing face suddenly tensed. What kind of crap talk is that?! She instantly looked ahead to see a human, a very angry human stalking in their direction. She threw a furtive glance in Cole's direction as he addressed him. They looked like they could be related. She threw her gaze back and forth between the two as her body began to coil with tension, ready to spring into action at a moments notice. She was too much of a predatory creature to break the habit. “Emm, stop alright, not here.” What weren't they doing? What the hell was going on? Her turquoise eyes flew over to the blonde as she stalked even closer, his voice full of anger and vehemence and his words though aimed at Cole found their way into her heart and ripped it into shreds.
“Stop? That’s a good one. Maybe you shoulda thought of that one when you were pounding away at my fiancé.”
Those words had hurt streaking across her face, but then quickly masked with anger. She snapped her intense gaze to Cole, non-verbally demanding that he deny this man's preposterous claims. Sure, she knew Cole was a bit rough around the edges, but to go after a man's woman? Surely he wouldn't do that and then she got her answer as Cole shot out a heated response as he hedged closer. “Maybe you should have kept up with her in the first place. If you cared for her you wouldn’t have let her run off to a bar, and get swept up so easily by another man.”She felt her body go cold as reality began to set in, but the shots didn't stop firing.
“Don’t you dare. You should have had enough sense to keep your damn hands off of her.” and she was more than inclined to agree with the stranger as event began to unfold before her. Her eyes skirted behind the yelling man to the small, petite and broken looking woman. Had he loved her? Teased her and held her and made tender sweet love to her?
"I'm a fucking idiot. A fool." She muttered to herself as reality began to settle in her gut like a pound of rocks. She felt sick, but her pride, as wounded as it was right now, would not allow her to show weakness in front of them, especially him. He'd played her. Played her like a dam violin in a freaking concerto and she, blinded by the feelings he'd created, had fallen for it - hook, line and sinker. Her eyes suddenly began to haze red with blind rage, Amondi whined by her side and she silently knelt by his side. Her fingers gingerly running over the pups head as she collected her thoughts. The wound she felt in her chest was like a seeping wound that would never stop and as the words continued to fly she continued to feel herself die a little more on the inside.
“If you hadn’t been such a disappointment, she wouldn’t have needed my hands. She was fun, I’ll give her that. Luckily for you, I’ve had better.” Blind rage overcame her at those words. How dare he. She stood and dropped Amodni's leash, the Doberman puppy skirting his master and stepping aside as she strode up behind Cole with murder in her eyes. "You. fucking. piece. of. shit." She closed the gap and whirled him around with her arm and emphasized each word with s pointed finger in his chest. She glared at the man behind her. He better not fucking move or she'd be ripping apart two people today.
"You ASSHOLE. You think you can just run around and do whatever the HELL you want, not caring for people, their feelings or emotions. You USE people. You don't give two fucks for anyone but yourself and your damn image. I hate you Cole Parker. How the FUCK could you do this to someone?!" She raged and shoved him back - hard. She dared to look over at the small woman. Jealousy and pain mingling in such a way that she didn't know where one began and one ended.
"He deserves the right to best your ass. You fucking piece of shit. I th-th-thouhgt..." Her anger was beginning to fail her and pain was threatening to crack her tough exterior. She couldn't say it. I thought we were more. Tears welled up in her eyes, no matter how hard she tried to suppress them. There had been no spoken agreement between them, but the way they had acted together had just felt like so much...more. This is what I get for hoping for more. She turned her face away from him, unwilling for him to see her tears. She ran long fingers through her dark hair a haunted look settling over her face as she looked back at him, squaring her chin though in defiance. "To be honest. I knew it was only a matter of time before the bubble popped. We were just simply too good to be true."
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Lilly Starbroke Pierce
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Post by Lilly Starbroke Pierce on Sept 7, 2015 22:26:33 GMT
[googlefont="Playfair Display"][googlefont="Josefin Sans"] You Use Your words as a weapon,
But your blades don't hurt when you have no fear [attr="class","itokaytext"]Sadness was a struggle many people had in life, others said that it was necessary to have it, because sometimes we needed to cry in life to know that everything would be okay. Our tears were like the rain, after it passed a rainbow would light the sky in a sea of colors painted across the gray canvas. The clouds would clear and we would wake up to see the sun. Maybe she needed to know that it was okay to cry. That it was okay to let the tears slip from her face once more, to look at her hands as the droplets stained her skin. Nobody ever told her it was okay to cry. That it was okay to feel what you had to in order to move on. She tried to hide them, because she didn't know if it was accepted, if we needed to cry, that she wasn't weak. She was told everything would be okay. But why? Why would it always just be... okay? There had to be some sort of answer. Some sort of resolution. Something to guide her back to the light. Anything.. to just show her she wasn't pathetic or in need of pity. That she was still somewhat independent, the bubbly girl she once was. Ignorance wasn't bliss. But she had a purpose back then. She had something to strive and live for. She had... value. What did she have now? A fiancé who couldn't even give a shit because he was too broken. Dogs who only took up the space in their house. Two children who had to live a life with darkened parents, and a soulless pair of eyes to look into as they held up their hands to grab her own. So saddening that they sought protection and safety in her, when she couldn't even find a home in her hollow shell of a woman.
Maybe the coldness of Autumn wasn't the only thing that was chilly as ice. The vacant body that was once hers drifted along the man's side, breathing in a calm manner. Her fingertips felt frozen as she walked, the falling leaves getting crunched underneath her feet. However, some sort of warmth entered her space. Bronze gaze flickered down to her hands as he held her hand, her own fingers squeezing his grasp. She remembered a time when his touch made her want to hide because it made her heart leap in her throat, wanting nothing than to simply duck under some sort of shelter to hide her embarrassment. But now, she sought no shelter in his touch. She found no love, no affection. Her eyelids dropped slightly in a solemn manner, the fact that she couldn't feel any love bothered her. Her unending loyalty for him never died, but she wanted to feel more. She wanted to cry. She wanted to laugh. She wanted.... to feel.
And suddenly.... he slipped from her grasp. Her eyebrows furrowed, eyes slightly widening. Her arm shot out to grab his hand, her fingers just barely grazes his wrist. Lilly stumbled forward as she looked to the ground. Her mouth gaped open slightly as she watched his form slink away from her. Her hand grasped the empty air, her gaze slowly flickering ahead to what was troubling him. A beautiful brown haired woman stood next to... a familiar... man. Her breath hitched in her throat as it all came flooding back. The joy, the pain, the tears, the disgust. She stood frozen still as she stared at the current events, their words barely reaching her ears in muffled sounds. "Emm, stop alright, not here." Not here?... This... this piece of shit. He deserved to have some humiliation in his life if she had to suffer. But... she couldn't... it was her fault. All her fault. This was her doings. Her hands slowly clenched into fists, her breathing irregular as adrenaline filled her. "Stop? That's a good one. Maybe you shoulda thought of that one when you were pounding away at my fiancé." Embarrassment filled her, her gaze slowly shifting to the now staring people as they looked at the group. "Good job, Emmett. Way to let the whole world know..." Hate filled her, anger, sadness, despair... It was all so jumbled. All so scattered. Her thoughts were just fragments of what could be. Of what was. She could register the anger on the woman's face, she knew not of who this girl was, nor what she was doing, but she had vague hint this was the man's girlfriend. "Maybe you should have kept up with her in the first place. If you cared for her you wouldn't have let her run off to a bar, and get swept up so easily by another man." Her lips parted as his words entered her mind. "It's.. it's not like that." She said, though her words were barely audible, the tears slowly swelled in her eyes as it all came back. Her betrayal still lingered and it dropped on her like a bomb, making her start to shake with the emotions that swirled around in the pit of her stomach. "Don't you dare. You should have had enough sense to keep your damn hands off of her." She tried to raise her hand to grab Emmett's arm, her shaky limb just barely making it before she stumbled back and fell into a sitting position. Nothing registered in her ears, simply staring to the ground as the tears made her gaze blurry. She made no sound. No indication to even show that she was having a break down, except for maybe the fact she wouldn't move nor do anything as she wept. Her bronze eyes blindly followed the brown haired woman move to yell at the man. Now there were curious people just inching forward just to get a good look at the four people. Her hands slowly moved up to grip her head to block out the dark thoughts creeping towards her mind.
She remembered why she hated these feelings. Why she hated crying. Why she hated herself for all she had done. Then blue eyes met her own teary ones, guilt and pressure falling upon her. She mouthed the words 'I'm sorry' to her, the hurt she could see in this female's eyes. It was like an open book to her. The way she was screeching at him. The things she said to him. The things she wanted to happen. A dream they had both lived in, where they thought everything was okay, was never perfect in the first place. Her stomach growled and gurgled, from all of the memories and the feelings. Oh wait... She scrambled to her feet and stumbled to the side, fluids leaking from her mouth as she gagged and spat some of her 'emotions' on the floor. She slowly staggered to a tree to grip it and fall to her knees, curling up in a ball against the bark. It was okay to cry. It is simply a step to recovery.
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