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Post by ali on Apr 24, 2011 1:07:20 GMT -5
3:33 PM.
it was safe to say that the bazin siblings had something odd going on between them. they had an overt, lustful tension that would make any room uncomfortable. their fervent bedroom eyes alerted everybody of their true devious ardor for one another. it was clear to everybody--including to themselves. often times, people would tease them for being so in-love with one another, more so than any normal brother and sister duo, but they would brush these comments off. they would claim that it was bullshit and that people were overreacting. their love was familial, platonic, innocent. there was absolutely nothing going on between them. that people were merely projecting their hidden desires onto them--jealous of their unwavering adoration that sprung from chastity. but everybody knew it was true. there was something peculiar going on between them. but at the same time, nobody had the temerity to investigate because everybody knew what they would uncover would be utterly blasphemous. and so, people would tease but nobody would dare to truly take measures to find out what was really going on behind closed doors and in the darkest corners of their mind.
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3:38 PM.
cosme was flabbergasted by anaïs' announcement that she had come to new york to be with him. that she had run away from her overprotective parents who would quickly extradite her as soon as they found out where she was. torn between harboring her like some runaway criminal and sending her back to france, all he knew at the moment was how much he loved her. and one other thing that was certain--the fact that she loved him too. why else would she have come to new york? why else had she answered his beckoning and yearning calls? cosme knew that the inevitable would happen--that their parents would take her away; but he wasn't thinking about that in the moments he spent in the cab. all he wanted was to embrace his sister in his arms for the first time in a year and a half since he left france for sleepless new york city. since the time he decided that he could no longer be under the despotism of pierre and antoinette, his father and mother, who would constantly bombard him with putdowns. he was tired of being reminded on a daily basis that he was a disappointment, a failure, a wash-up, a whatever they decided was the word of the day. he was sick of everything and so he left. he packed his things, kissed his sister on the cheek, and boarded a plane without looking back. he had runaway as well.
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3:43 PM.
the new york traffic was ceaseless and today was no exception. the tourist chatter and the ear-splitting honks were the only things cosme could hear while anaïs and her arrival were the only things cosme could think about. he wasn't sure what he would do when he would pick her up at the midtown hudson hotel--fifty blocks from his lower west side dwelling. it was a fifteen minute cab ride but every minute felt like an hour for cosme as his empty thoughts raced at a million miles a second. he just wanted to see her.
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3:48.
the cab finally swerved to the right, cutting off another car whose driver yelled profanities as it passed by. throwing a twenty dollar bill, cosme slid out of the backseat without hesitation. although the cab was only six dollars, the change was worthless to him. plus, he didn't have the patience to wait for the driver to carefully take out and pluck the money from his wallet. he needed to see his baby sister. now. his stomach was in knots as he nervously looked around. looking. searching. seeking. where was she? his throat became tight and dry and he could barely stand it any longer before he noticed a tall brunette pulling at a rolling luggage case. she looked exactly how she looked when cosme bid her goodbye 479 days ago. he had been counting each and every day they spent apart. "anaïs!" he called out in his deep, lightly accented voice as he lurched forward and towards the door she was exiting out of. "oh, anaïs," cosme vehemently held back tears that longed to roll down his sharp cheeks. the love of his life was back. she was here. tangible. palpable for him. cosme wrapped his strong arms around her and held her close, vowing to never let her go again.
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Post by darla moreau on Apr 24, 2011 2:49:34 GMT -5
---- The recent events that had taken place in Anaïs' life had lead up to this very moment. Her ears picked up on the velvet voice that was all too familiar, the voice she longed to hear as she pulled on her rolling luggage case. A voice that made her stomach churn with what felt like intense butterflies; Cosme's voice. The young girl's head shot up looking in the direction as to where her name was being called from and finally saw him. The same muscular figure and brooding features, he was so handsome it hurt. Her grin reached ears length and her eyes became teary as she watched him race toward her, she met him halfway knowing she couldn't bare another second without him near her. This was real love.
---- According to certain sources, love is an emotion of strong affection and personal attachment; it is also described as actions towards others based on compassion. That ideology makes love seem rather simple when in reality love is the most complex emotion there is due to the other emotions that come with love such as intense fear and vulnerability, sometimes jealousy. When a person's heart begins to beat for another person, life becomes a small mess, and when that person shares the same blood the courses through a person's veins life becomes a real disaster. That was the very predicament that our favorite heroine found herself in for she was helplessly in love with her very attractive, older brother. The overpowering urge to see him nearly killed her for that year and a half; she would sometimes stare at his pictures creepily as she imagined his luxurious life in New York City with beautiful women who she would never be able to compete with. When she was questioned as to why she would act in such a manner and would doze off into a dream state while looking at his photo, she would shyly reply by saying, in a gentle tone, that that she simply missed her brother. That was the truth, to a certain extent, the correct wording would have to be that she missed the absolute love of her life. That exactly urge that controlled every inch of her will power, was the same motive she had from leaving France and coming on her little adventure to New York City, the beautiful city that never sleeps; the city where one day she hoped to be tangled in sheets, awake with the man of her dreams as he held her in his warm arms and they whispered sweet nothings into each others ears. As hard as she tried to picture making love and sharing that moment with someone else, her brother would always pop back into thoughts and her man would be become him. It was immoral, however a person does not choose who they fall in love with. Nevertheless, the eighteen year old was utterly disgusted by her impure formation of mental images of her sibling and her.
---- Pounding in her chest was her heart which felt was if though it would somehow escape through her at the pace it was going, Anaïs could not hide her excitement of finally being with Cosme. She felt his strong arms wrap around her fragile body in a warm embrace, her hands found the fabric of his shirt gripping it lightly. Any person walking by would assume they were lovers by the way they interacted with each other, many people did. At this very moment, it did not matter to her because the only thing that mattered was holding her close. Hot tears of joy began rolling down her flushed cheeks before she finally managed to get a few words in " I've missed you so much," she murmured quietly into his ear before pulling away from the hug slightly giving him a small smile, her hands still clinging to the soft material of his shirt.
TAGGED: ALI, WORDS: 658,
NOTES: THESE TWO = LOVE.
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Post by ali on Apr 24, 2011 19:01:15 GMT -5
it was not sexual. at least, not completely. although it did cross his mind at times, what cosme wanted was not just physical. what he loved most about her was not her cherubic face or even her perfectly sculpted body--it was her soul. she was so sweet and innocent and pure and unlike anybody else cosme had ever come across. more so, she never dared to judge him and loved him wholeheartedly with no contrition. through thick and thin, cosme knew that he always would have anaïs and she knew that as well. their love was an eternal blue flame burning; glimmering; sucking the world's oxygen. she would always be there for him and gave him the love his parents failed to do so. perhaps that was why he felt this way. perhaps why this sick, dark fantasy manifested itself in them.
the thought of anaïs made cosme feel as though he was being suffocated by the devious thoughts and yearning that made his lips quiver as he laid eyes on his sister for the first time in what seemed like forever. he wanted each and every part of anaïs. like a queer devotion, they were a modern day degenerate romeo and juliet--reunited at last.
he could feel the warmth of her skin as he held her like a newborn babe. cosme's blood began to rush downward as he embraced the seraph he yearned to corrupt. emotions overflowed in his mind, eyes, and heart as cosme gripped her. it had been eternity. when she pulled away, he could not help but feel a pang in his stomach. he didn't want to let go in fear of losing her once more. salty tears had begun to pour down his sister's smooth, fair face. cosme brushed the droplets away as she whimpered. "i know, i know," he assured her as he dried her blushing cheeks that seemed to burn with ecstasy. "now, come. my place is not far from here." his voice was stolid but not cold. he slipped his right hand through hers and pulled at the luggage that she had carried out of the hotel. butterflies swiftly fluttered in his stomach, unaware of anything and anybody but anaïs. his calloused hands slipped between her tender fingers as he rolled her luggage to the street's edge.
with a flick of a wrist, cosme hailed a yellow, new york city cab. the cab driver quickly flung anaïs' bag into the trunk and shuffled the two love-birds into the backseat, hands still intertwined. "tell me everything, ma cherie. pourquoi es-tu ici?" cosme gently stroked the back of her hand like he had since they were young, effervescent tykes, frolicking in the bordeaux valleys. the carnal attraction between the two made the cab's air thick and asphyxiating. even the cab driver couldn't keep his eyes from darting into the mirror to catch a look.
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Post by darla moreau on Apr 24, 2011 20:32:30 GMT -5
---- A grievous mental state induced by a perceived threat stayed in the back of the young brunette's head as she did not know what her fate would be after this one encounter with her estranged brother; this caused an immense fear to trickle down her spine whenever it popped itself to the surface of her thoughts because Anaïs had a ravenous appetite for adventure in this foreign city she was currently located at and had no desire to return to France and face her fussy, overprotective, overbearing parents. She figured they would lock her up and never let her see the beauty of sunlight again, it was horribly melodramatic but it was also logical due to the fact that her parents have been living in fear by not knowing the whereabouts of their child. She could almost conceptualize that scenario impeccably; her mother sobbing as she wrapped her delicate arms around her baby girl, her father's cheeks flushed with anger as he would begin to incriminate her brother for influencing her to abandon her home. Of course, her brother had nothing to do with her impulsive act, she thought about for months after she became of age and finally decided she had enough with being treated like a child; however, her parent's would not believe it for the young girl was never one to act so egotistically. They would not understand her reason even if the love the siblings shared was obvious. If only their parents could see how internally tortured their children truly were from being a part, how they lived in this world for each other, how they ached when they were separated from one another. If only they would acknowledge the love that is so blatantly obvious to everyone and accept it instead of brushing it off. The poor girl knew she would probably never get her true wish, but being able to stay in this bright City would be sufficient for the time being.
---- Feeling his rough fingers brush against her cheeks in a successful attempt to remove her tears made her smile, she yearned for his touch; she could recall the countless times he held her and dried her tears as she cried, whether it be for something that pained or for an overpowering wave of joy that washed over her, he had always been her comic book hero who could fly her to the moon with a mere glance in her direction. The fragile child nodded at his order and followed him out of the hotel, holding his hand as he strolled her luggage out. Their fingers intertwined. The cool air of New York city slapped her in the face and made her body instinctively shutter for a second, she would have given the word to be wrapped her brothers arms at this very moment, feeling the warmth of his body on hers. She watched in awe as her brother hailed a cab, it was an talent she had not acquired. Whenever she would attempt to hail a yellow taxi they would completely ignore the girl driving past her to another person nearby, it was the reason why she had grown the love the lackluster form of transportation known the the subway. It was not long before cab pulled over and accommodated the couple. Anaïs' head darted up to catch a look at Cosme as he spoke to her, she sighed slightly before resting her head on his shoulder " I just couldn't stand being away from you, big brother," she murmured while tightening her grip on his hand, he was hers again, she could feel him again. She would take advantage of this. The cab driver made a face that was visible through the rear view mirror, said face showed an expression of complete and utter shock. He probably would have never guessed the two were related but she rolled her eyes at it and glanced back at her lovely companion.
TAGGED: ALI, WORDS: 661,
NOTES: THESE TWO = LOVE.
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