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Post by jerome west on Sept 1, 2011 19:33:21 GMT -5
----PROCRASTINAION served as key in each and every messy situation jerome found himself in. the long awaited break up was only made crystal clear after sienna practically etched it into him, even the unneeded proof that quinn had been the bearer of bad news, but at the moment, it was procrastination on a whole other level. his laptop rested on his lap as he sat only half paying attention to the television in front of him, and half to the conversation he was having with sienna. it had gone from complete and utter hate, to a semblance of forgiveness, to him picking her up in just an hour. and there he was doing it all over again, typing out meaningless and empty comments all just to put off having to go and see her. the walls his eyes were now fixed on seemed so empty compared to a month ago, even though in reality they remained the exact same. but the reality of that, he had come to conclude, was the fact that sienna had managed to give life to everything she came in contact with. the pent house felt far too empty without her the past month, and while there were typically girls in his bed when he woke up, they were not there in the same way. they were not the ones he wanted to see the second he opened his eyes, they were fillers. merely women who would fulfill his needs in the time that sienna wanted to herself.
----HIS finger traced the cursor towards the exit button, and there she was, right before his eyes. only it wasn’t her in the flesh, which he’d much prefer. but a picture of her she’d taken for him on one of the many mornings he had skipped out before she could even awake. letting out a heavy sigh, he stared at the picture for just a moment. he was positive that she was unaware of the ways she blew his mind, even in the littlest ways. like how crazy the countless photo booth pictures she had taken for him drove him. a stray hand met the back of his neck and rested there for only a moment before he realized he’d been looking at the same picture for twenty minutes straight. shutting the laptop, he raised from the couch and darted straight for his keys on the kitchen counter. not to his surprise, there was no parking within four blocks of her apartment. which was probably his fault, since he never felt the need to become the typical new york commuter. driving everywhere and anywhere, ignoring all forms of public transformation. there was no hesitation as he darted the stairs up to her apartment, and let himself right in with the key he hadn’t felt the need to give back. “i fucking hate parking on your street,” he openly complained as he walked in and tossed the keys onto her counter.
----STANDING in the door way of her room, his eyes rested solely on her- absentmindedly doing something with her clothes. and it wasn’t long before he was making his way towards her, until his chest rested against her back. his arms found their place around her waist, admiring each and every crevice of her body- as he rested his head in the crook of her neck, “hey” he mumbled, kissing it lightly, and taking in her familiar scent. he realized that his actions may have been a bit too close for comfort, especially considering their circumstances. but he couldn’t think of a single moment when she had ever turned him off, or made resisting her easy in anyway. but he took it down just a notch, and removed his lips from her neck. his arms though, held her closer than they were in the first place. “you still wanna go out or what?” he finally asked her, giving her just a bit of room to breathe.
[/color] STATUS finit! ----OUTFIT so sexiiii. ----NOTES i suck but weeeeee <3 [/ul][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/sup][/font] |
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Post by sienna becker on Sept 4, 2011 23:41:49 GMT -5
----LIFE had turned upside down for sienna becker in these past months. days, hours, seconds, whatever expanse of time it had been since she had broken up with jerome. she vaguely recalled those hazy days and nights she passed through, murky, never entirely present, systematically transferring her life back to brooklyn and the tiny one bedroom apartment she'd had ever since her relocation to the city. she had never had the heart to release it, even when she'd spend weeks upon weeks staying over at his penthouse, and she silently thanked her lucky stars that her name had still been on the contracts when she shuffled back to her landlord and begged for another key. now, however long later, clothes were laying in her closet because there simply wasn't enough space, shoes were hidden in dresser drawers, and all the jewelry he had given her hidden in the deepest darkest corners she could no longer reach...except for one piece. a single golden necklace, an estranged pendant swinging dutifully across her chest. it was the first gift she'd ever received from him, and no matter how much she detested him at points she could never let it go.
----SO there she remained hours later, poised in front of her mirror and spinning it carelessly behind faded eyes. she'd cleaned up the mess she'd created, between gunnar staying over and the things she still hadn't placed. it had taken a long coming phone call and eventual confessions but she hoped the decision she had made would put her back on the right track and in the right direction. where that was, she didn't know, but she thought this was a start. bringing back something constant in her life, even if he was caustic to everything that she did lately. their relationship had dwindled down to mornings found alone in bed and constant fights peppering every conversation, but she hoped there was some part of themselves there still. some tiny ounce of the spark, the all consuming feelings they had felt the second they laid eyes on each other at that glittering party. she envisions it for a second, fastening the last of her dress, before the familiar crash of keys slip across the counter and his voice brings a stop to her heart. it would be the first time to see him in so long, and she rolls her eyes and offers a laugh when the first thing that comes from his lips are a complaint. something so familiar. “some things never change,” she murmurs, and she knows it has more than one meaning in her mind.
----AND it's seconds until she's in his arms again. his grasp falls lightly across her waist, igniting sensations she had almost forgotten, her eyes tipping closed for just a second so she could pretend that there hadn't been tension for so long. “hey yourself” she followed suit, taking in the carelessness in his clothes and forgotten looks that was everything he was. never put together whenever he needn't be. she studies him for a second in the reflection, his lips pressed cool against her neck, stealing every thought she had away. it was careless and she should have shoved him away, especially with their circumstances. but she didn't even think of it, absentmindedly nodding to his question“only if you want to” she breathed, turning around to face him and wrap her arms around him, humming in relief. this was all she wanted for now.
[/color] STATUS completee! ----OUTFIT lolol at her face. ----NOTES ugh sorry this took so long and not even that good but yay done! [/ul][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/sup][/font] |
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Post by jerome west on Sept 26, 2011 18:33:02 GMT -5
----FOR the past several months, possibly even last year of their relationship, it seemed as though everything that could possibly go wrong, went wrong. and while they had never been a couple with little to no problems, they seemed to get progressively worst. he knew very well he was at fault, the definite bane of each and every issue they had, but he had become so good at turning the tables that for awhile he genuinely believed he did no wrong. from a very young age, jerome had never suffered the repercussions of anything he did, and this only made matters worst as he grew older. he was so unaccustomed to owning up to anything he did, that nothing could ever be his fault- even if it was his ungraceful doing. and this had too proved true in his relationship with sienna. in the past, he refused to admit to said wrong doings, cheating on her, lying to her about where he was, who he was with, everything. but most recently, he was able to come around to his faults.
----AS she stood in his arms, her tiny arms wrapped around his neck, his holding her closely at the small of her back, he was able to see how royally he had fucked up. he was selfish and impulsive, yet absolutely in love with the girl who those same arms had managed to push away. she was the girl he could never forget, the only one that ever rang true in the back of his mind, despite all of the things he put her through. he mentally scolded himself for any wrong he had ever done her and taking advantage of how much he knew she loved him. and how much she loved him, was something he could never quite wrap his mind around. she was too good for him in every possible way he could think of, yet he so easily screwed her over time after time. but she was right, he needed to know he was in control of everything, even her. tonight he was trying to break that mold though, and he wanted it to be all about her. “nahh, tonight’s going to be what you want..” he mumbled against her forehead, pressing his lips to it.
----HIS lips hovered there for a moment, as his mind wondered if gunnar had been doing the same thing. the thought of it alone drove him absolutely insane, he didn’t know anything about him, other than the fact that he was ivy’s brother, but he already did not like him. he could be the nicest guy in the world, a guy who was going to give the wold to her on a silver platter, but she wasn’t his girl; and if it was within jerome’s realm of power, she never would be. he almost wanted to pry, find out what exactly had been going on, but he was more than positive that if he heard one thing he didn’t want to hear, he would not be able to control himself, so with that, he let the thoughts slip away, for as long as he possibly could. releasing the grip he had on her, he took a few steps backward, holding her hand from the distance, his fingers intertwining with hers. his eyes traced her up and down, a smirk finding its way to his lips, “you look too fucking good to stay in though, i dunno if that should go to waste.”
[/color] STATUS finit! ----OUTFIT so sexiiii. ----NOTES seven months later! [/ul][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/sup][/font] |
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