|
Post by Delilah Jade Cross on Aug 17, 2012 8:47:55 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/58b4K.jpg);width: 500px; height: 450px;border: solid #000 5px; -moz-border-radius: 70px 5px 20px 5px; border: 2px solid #333;]
Nights had become so dull, so predictable. Every night the same thing. The stench of stale beer flooded the room as the incessant beat of the music rippled through Delilah's chest. She did her best to ignore it but the call of the beat pulled her up to the floors every time, despite the fact the her feet stuck to the remains of spilt soda and that the bustling crowd could make anyone feel claustrophobic. The air was thick, between the lights beating down on the dance floor and the heat radiating off the bodies filling said area. It was stifling, suffocating, almost sickening. It would be hard for anyone to stay there long, yet Delilah struggled to drag herself away. Even as her hair drew damp at the back of her neck and her clothes clung tighter to her body, it was hard for her to leave. By the time she was forced to breathlessly step towards the bar, tugging her boots back up her thighs, her lips and hips felt rather abused.
Sitting down on a bar stool, her hand ran into her hair, scooping her, ever so slightly damp, chocolate brown locks over her shoulder, teasing her fingers through it and looking down. Sometimes it was hard to adjust to the sound difference once you'd walked way. Your heart still beating like it was just moments before, the adrenaline still pumping around your body, its enough to make you light headed. In that moment, Delilah cursed the law preventing smoking in a public place, looking up at the bar tender and ordering a Disaronno and coke and 3 shots of Sambuca before grabbing a drinks menu and fanning herself with it, the cool wafts of air hitting her sweat glazed skin leading a shiver up her spine.
|
[/td][/tr][/table] [/center] MADE BY MEGGSIEMOO OF OUT OF THE ASHES
|
|
|
Post by stuartpenbrook on Aug 26, 2012 17:31:53 GMT -5
[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f5f5f5; width: 440px; padding: 4px;, bTable] [STYLE=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 55px; color: d5d5d5; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -20px; letter-spacing: -5px; border-bottom: 2px solid #e4e4e4; line-height: 45px; width: 320px;]TICK TACK TICK TACK[/style] [STYLE=background: url(http://i993.photobucket.com/albums/af58/lunakids/josh17-1.png); height: 100px; width: 100px; border: 3px solid #e4e4e4; float: right; padding: 3px; margin-top: -56px; ] [/style] [STYLE= font-family: arial; font-size: 70px; color:eaeaea; float: left; margin-top: -14px;]⚜[/style] [STYLE= text-align: justify; width: 250px; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; text-transform: lowercase; line-height: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px; font-style: italic; padding: 3px; color: c5c5c5;]"TO LIE I SHALL BE HERE TO LIE I SHALL BE HERE KIMI DAKE AISHITERU SORE KIMOCHI WA KAWARANAI OH BOKURA NI WA KASANATTE KITA SUTEKI NA OMOIDE MO ARUKEDO KONO YONI ASUROSU GOSANAI KARA OOKINA OH SO"[/STYLE] [STYLE=background-color: eeeeee; text-align: center; font-family: georgia; font-size: 11px; text-transform: lowercase; color: 909090; letter-spacing: 1px; border-bottom: 1px solid e6e6e6; line-height: 16px;]TO LIE I SHALL SING IT FOR YOU THROUGH THE NIGHT[/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; color: ababab; font-style: italic;]NOTES ● keep it short pl0x ● LYRICS ● tick tack, u-kiss ● CREDITS ● rayah! of btn![/style] [STYLE=background-color: ebebeb; text-align: justify; padding: 3px; color: 888888; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px;] Stuart had few nights that were deemed as guy nights. There were few nights that could ever be guy nights when you had a six year old who wanted bedtime stories and whose nightmares had him crawling into the safety of your covers every night. But tonight was a rare night when Stuart could get out of the house and let loose for a change, something he had rarely been able to do since his wife had divorced him, and he had found himself with a son.
Not, of course, that he would give up his son for anything. The little blonde haired boy was his entire world, and everything about him brought a fond smile o the unexpected father face…. But everyone needs some adult sometime. And that was how Stuart found himself amongst the thriving masses and heaving, sweaty bodies of the club. A stag do, no less, and the entire club smelt of sweat, alcohol… and sex. It was enough to make his heart race and hair prickle, before he even started dancing, beer in hand and venturing deep in the mass of bodies, surrounded by friends, and of course the inevitable, scantily clad, heaving women.
But soon beer runs out and times runs on – even the best of dancers can’t survive the night without some form of nectar to dampen the throat. And thus, he pushed his way from the throng of people and towards the bar… and the amber nectar of the night. [/style] |
|
|
|
Post by Delilah Jade Cross on Aug 26, 2012 17:40:20 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/58b4K.jpg);width: 500px; height: 450px;border: solid #000 5px; -moz-border-radius: 70px 5px 20px 5px; border: 2px solid #333;]
These places were all slowly becoming the same. She was wrong, predictable wasn't the word. Each bar a carbon copy of the last, from the way your elbows stuck to the bar should you dare touch it, to the way the bar tender would look at your cleavage like it was a juicy steak fresh of the barbecue. That being said, the latter was often her own fault. There was only so little you could wear before a person would start to pay attention. For a stripper, the low cut dress and the thigh high boots was practically 'wrapping up warm for the winter', but for the public? Delilah was just another pretty thing for their eyes to focus on. If she had one rule, however, it was look but don't touch.
As a hand of a drunk and horny stag came towards her ass, Delilah span quickly, her hand grabbing his crotch quickly and giving a good squeeze, watching his face for any sign of his face turning purple. “Listen up asshole... Just because a girl leaves the house in something less than your stuck up of a girlfriend slash wife slash whoever the hell isn't putting out, doesn't mean that she's going to give you what she's severely lacking... and just because she likes to enjoy herself does not earn you the right to lay hands on her..... So I suggest you leave before I give your lady a reason she cant sleep with you rather than her just not wanting to!”
With that she let go and swiftly turned back to the bar, sighing and placing a finger and a thumb into her glass, picking up a piece of ice between two dark painted finger nails, digging them into the groves so she didn't lose it and lifting it to her mouth, passing it gently between her lips and sucking it gently, letting the cool liquid run into her mouth, closing her eyes as it coated her throat to gift it with some much needed moisture.
|
[/td][/tr][/table] [/center] MADE BY MEGGSIEMOO OF OUT OF THE ASHES
|
|
|
Post by stuartpenbrook on Aug 26, 2012 17:40:54 GMT -5
[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f5f5f5; width: 440px; padding: 4px;, bTable] [STYLE=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 55px; color: d5d5d5; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -20px; letter-spacing: -5px; border-bottom: 2px solid #e4e4e4; line-height: 45px; width: 320px;]TICK TACK TICK TACK[/style] [STYLE=background: url(http://i993.photobucket.com/albums/af58/lunakids/josh17-1.png); height: 100px; width: 100px; border: 3px solid #e4e4e4; float: right; padding: 3px; margin-top: -56px; ] [/style] [STYLE= font-family: arial; font-size: 70px; color:eaeaea; float: left; margin-top: -14px;]⚜[/style] [STYLE= text-align: justify; width: 250px; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; text-transform: lowercase; line-height: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px; font-style: italic; padding: 3px; color: c5c5c5;]"TO LIE I SHALL BE HERE TO LIE I SHALL BE HERE KIMI DAKE AISHITERU SORE KIMOCHI WA KAWARANAI OH BOKURA NI WA KASANATTE KITA SUTEKI NA OMOIDE MO ARUKEDO KONO YONI ASUROSU GOSANAI KARA OOKINA OH SO"[/STYLE] [STYLE=background-color: eeeeee; text-align: center; font-family: georgia; font-size: 11px; text-transform: lowercase; color: 909090; letter-spacing: 1px; border-bottom: 1px solid e6e6e6; line-height: 16px;]TO LIE I SHALL SING IT FOR YOU THROUGH THE NIGHT[/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; color: ababab; font-style: italic;]NOTES ● keep it short pl0x ● LYRICS ● tick tack, u-kiss ● CREDITS ● rayah! of btn![/style] [STYLE=background-color: ebebeb; text-align: justify; padding: 3px; color: 888888; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px;] There seemed an age had passed before Stuart managed to reach the bar, a goal that he fought to reach like some weary traveller seeking an oasis in barren wasteland… except his wasteland was fraught with the thriving bodies of sweaty, hormonal teenagers and his oasis, though he was sure of it refreshing properties once it hit the back of his throat, would do very little in the way of quenching the roaring thirst… but would surely dampen at least its mental affect. The perils of alcohol were well know, well weathered and well regretted in years past, but that did not mean he refrained from sampling the waters again.
But even as he won his won battle with the surging crown fighting to keep him within their midst, Stuart caught the tail end of another, and was with mixed feelings that he perceived the voice he was sure he would never soon forget. After all, who would quickly forget the chocolate haired beauty who had ensnared his interest and heartstrings so many years before, only to cut him loose with a lively, screaming memento. He fought with the emotion that surged at the recognition, and picked a route that seemed worthy of the location given his hazy mind – indifference, friendliness.
She was after all, the mother of his world.
Reaching the bar, he purposely pushed himself into the smallest of gaps to stand next to her, yet acted as if she did not exist, trying instead to attract the attention of the barman. [/style] |
|
|
|
Post by Delilah Jade Cross on Aug 26, 2012 17:51:30 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/58b4K.jpg);width: 500px; height: 450px;border: solid #000 5px; -moz-border-radius: 70px 5px 20px 5px; border: 2px solid #333;]
It took her but a moment to notice he was there. A moment to tear herself away from the indescribable pleasure of drops of cold water against a raw and burning throat. She didn't realize it then, but that would be the last selfish moment Delilah would get for a while. It seemed like the oddest thing. I was like something within her knew, the second that the waft of cologne hit her senses and her arm brushed his body on the way back to her glass, she knew. She knew to look up, she knew to yet it didn't stop her baby blue eyes trying with all their might to not see what was in front of them. She could feel the swift pause her heart took from beating and she could feel her throat once more grow dry and tight. As her tongue ran out to dampen her lip and tug it between her teeth, she knew. “Stuart....”
It wasn't a question. This wasn't two old friends meeting in a bar, one requesting confirmation that the other was who they believed them to be. She knew. Her words were simply her body informing her brain and every single one of her senses that she knew what they were all screaming at her. She didn't even take the time to ask the questions she knew she should be asking, the hows or the whys. She just began to panic. Her chest seized up and her hand went to grab one of the shots in front of her and grasped the little glass, throwing it quickly down her neck and swallowing thickly.
|
[/td][/tr][/table] [/center] MADE BY MEGGSIEMOO OF OUT OF THE ASHES
|
|
|
Post by stuartpenbrook on Aug 26, 2012 17:52:01 GMT -5
[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f5f5f5; width: 440px; padding: 4px;, bTable] [STYLE=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 55px; color: d5d5d5; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -20px; letter-spacing: -5px; border-bottom: 2px solid #e4e4e4; line-height: 45px; width: 320px;]TICK TACK TICK TACK[/style] [STYLE=background: url(http://i993.photobucket.com/albums/af58/lunakids/josh17-1.png); height: 100px; width: 100px; border: 3px solid #e4e4e4; float: right; padding: 3px; margin-top: -56px; ] [/style] [STYLE= font-family: arial; font-size: 70px; color:eaeaea; float: left; margin-top: -14px;]⚜[/style] [STYLE= text-align: justify; width: 250px; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; text-transform: lowercase; line-height: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px; font-style: italic; padding: 3px; color: c5c5c5;]"TO LIE I SHALL BE HERE TO LIE I SHALL BE HERE KIMI DAKE AISHITERU SORE KIMOCHI WA KAWARANAI OH BOKURA NI WA KASANATTE KITA SUTEKI NA OMOIDE MO ARUKEDO KONO YONI ASUROSU GOSANAI KARA OOKINA OH SO"[/STYLE] [STYLE=background-color: eeeeee; text-align: center; font-family: georgia; font-size: 11px; text-transform: lowercase; color: 909090; letter-spacing: 1px; border-bottom: 1px solid e6e6e6; line-height: 16px;]TO LIE I SHALL SING IT FOR YOU THROUGH THE NIGHT[/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; color: ababab; font-style: italic;]NOTES ● keep it short pl0x ● LYRICS ● tick tack, u-kiss ● CREDITS ● rayah! of btn![/style] [STYLE=background-color: ebebeb; text-align: justify; padding: 3px; color: 888888; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px;] He didn’t know what he had hoped for when he had made the decision to move beside her. He didn’t know what he brain had wrought in preference for the future when it had made his steps carry him towards her and the can of worms she presented. reunion? Begging? Did he wish for her to fall on her knees and ask him to forgive her for abandoning him to a baby… for giving up his marriage, his home and what had constituted as his life for the chance of being with her? No. he expected none of these things. He thought he had known her once, but he knew her well enough that an apology at least, was out of the question.
A chance to meet her son however… well. Every son needs a mother to pick up where his father so readily failed.
Thus, where he could have ignored her, and simply moved away with the brown bottle that now graced his palm, instead he turned at the sound of his name and looked down upon the woman who had turned his world on its head, destroyed the very fabric of its existence, and then presented him with a new heart around which to rebuild.
‘Delilah.’ [/style] |
|
|
|
Post by Delilah Jade Cross on Aug 26, 2012 17:52:32 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/58b4K.jpg);width: 500px; height: 450px;border: solid #000 5px; -moz-border-radius: 70px 5px 20px 5px; border: 2px solid #333;]
For a moment, it was hard for her to form words. Any person that had ever known Delilah knew that speechless wasn't normally in her vocabulary, yet here she was. Stood with, with being only a word to describe the close proximity of the two, the very man that was to blame for the only that could bring the snow queen to her knees. No one ever understood the decisions she made, she never asked them to, yet they were all too eager to judge them, to assume the reasons she made them. Maybe if she were to simply inform them of those reasons, maybe they'd understand. Instead she let a part of her life be lost to the secret kept between her and a fifty two hour old pair of ears. In Delilah's mind, she didn't owe Stuart an apology, but twisted was a thing her mind had been accused of many a time.
Regret wasn't something Delilah was prone to, yet as Stuart stood there, bold as brass beside her, it played momentarily at her heart and the memory of the look on his face the last time she'd seen it, of the way his eyes stared into hers, they were it's symphony. She had to do this, if only to restore the trust she'd always had in her actions. But when you feel you owe a man no apology, a main who's life you so easily ruined, then what is there? What do you say to someone after all that time? “Long time no see...” Preferably not that. That would be a bad idea. Shame she already let it slip.
|
[/td][/tr][/table] [/center] MADE BY MEGGSIEMOO OF OUT OF THE ASHES
|
|
|
Post by stuartpenbrook on Aug 26, 2012 17:53:20 GMT -5
[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f5f5f5; width: 440px; padding: 4px;, bTable] [STYLE=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 55px; color: d5d5d5; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -20px; letter-spacing: -5px; border-bottom: 2px solid #e4e4e4; line-height: 45px; width: 320px;]TICK TACK TICK TACK[/style] [STYLE=background: url(http://i993.photobucket.com/albums/af58/lunakids/josh17-1.png); height: 100px; width: 100px; border: 3px solid #e4e4e4; float: right; padding: 3px; margin-top: -56px; ] [/style] [STYLE= font-family: arial; font-size: 70px; color:eaeaea; float: left; margin-top: -14px;]⚜[/style] [STYLE= text-align: justify; width: 250px; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; text-transform: lowercase; line-height: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px; font-style: italic; padding: 3px; color: c5c5c5;]"TO LIE I SHALL BE HERE TO LIE I SHALL BE HERE KIMI DAKE AISHITERU SORE KIMOCHI WA KAWARANAI OH BOKURA NI WA KASANATTE KITA SUTEKI NA OMOIDE MO ARUKEDO KONO YONI ASUROSU GOSANAI KARA OOKINA OH SO"[/STYLE] [STYLE=background-color: eeeeee; text-align: center; font-family: georgia; font-size: 11px; text-transform: lowercase; color: 909090; letter-spacing: 1px; border-bottom: 1px solid e6e6e6; line-height: 16px;]TO LIE I SHALL SING IT FOR YOU THROUGH THE NIGHT[/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; color: ababab; font-style: italic;]NOTES ● keep it short pl0x ● LYRICS ● tick tack, u-kiss ● CREDITS ● rayah! of btn![/style] [STYLE=background-color: ebebeb; text-align: justify; padding: 3px; color: 888888; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px;] He wasn’t expecting that… that nonchalance. No. he didn’t know what he was expecting of course, but it wasn’t that, and it took Stuart by surprise, and for a moment he felt like one of those whales he saw beached on the news, floundered and so far from the place he was comfortable.. He actually began to feel skin crawling she had put him out so much. The normally confident smile faltered for a moment, turning down at the corners, but then he collected himself.
What had he been expecting? This worked. It proved everything perhaps, and now Stuart nodded. He did not wish to prolong this moment of comfortableness between them – it was neither fair on him, when he knew he would dwell on it already for a t least a week of nights, and it was neither fair on her. She had after all, made her intentions clear the day he left him holding his son.
The day she disappeared.
Long time no see. [/style] |
|
|
|
Post by Delilah Jade Cross on Aug 26, 2012 17:53:33 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/58b4K.jpg);width: 500px; height: 450px;border: solid #000 5px; -moz-border-radius: 70px 5px 20px 5px; border: 2px solid #333;]
This feeling was so peculiar to her. She was starting to feel sick, clenching her hands as tight as she could just to stop herself from trembling, but as she planted her hands between her thighs, one leg bounced slightly to over compensate. Knowing she was about to draw blood she let go of her grip on her lower lip and looked up to him, gulping. She still had no idea what to say. She wasn't even sure if she could be heard properly over the sound of the crowd that was slowly redirecting itself into her ears. Lifting her hands, gently Delilah pushed back her hair, fingers tugging dark strands between it as she took a deep breath. She fought her body as she expelled the breath she tore in, not because she wished to hold it but she knew that releasing it would show her nerves, the shake in it and the way her eyes closed. “What are you doing here?” She didn't mean that he couldn't be there. There was just genuine shock about it. The last six years she'd avoided anywhere she might see him... Now she was here with the only thing that could light a fire under the ice queen – her past.
|
[/td][/tr][/table] [/center] MADE BY MEGGSIEMOO OF OUT OF THE ASHES
|
|
|
Post by stuartpenbrook on Aug 26, 2012 17:56:02 GMT -5
[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f5f5f5; width: 440px; padding: 4px;, bTable] [STYLE=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 55px; color: d5d5d5; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -20px; letter-spacing: -5px; border-bottom: 2px solid #e4e4e4; line-height: 45px; width: 320px;]TICK TACK TICK TACK[/style] [STYLE=background: url(http://i993.photobucket.com/albums/af58/lunakids/josh17-1.png); height: 100px; width: 100px; border: 3px solid #e4e4e4; float: right; padding: 3px; margin-top: -56px; ] [/style] [STYLE= font-family: arial; font-size: 70px; color:eaeaea; float: left; margin-top: -14px;]⚜[/style] [STYLE= text-align: justify; width: 250px; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; text-transform: lowercase; line-height: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px; font-style: italic; padding: 3px; color: c5c5c5;]"TO LIE I SHALL BE HERE TO LIE I SHALL BE HERE KIMI DAKE AISHITERU SORE KIMOCHI WA KAWARANAI OH BOKURA NI WA KASANATTE KITA SUTEKI NA OMOIDE MO ARUKEDO KONO YONI ASUROSU GOSANAI KARA OOKINA OH SO"[/STYLE] [STYLE=background-color: eeeeee; text-align: center; font-family: georgia; font-size: 11px; text-transform: lowercase; color: 909090; letter-spacing: 1px; border-bottom: 1px solid e6e6e6; line-height: 16px;]TO LIE I SHALL SING IT FOR YOU THROUGH THE NIGHT[/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; color: ababab; font-style: italic;]NOTES ● keep it short pl0x ● LYRICS ● tick tack, u-kiss ● CREDITS ● rayah! of btn![/style] [STYLE=background-color: ebebeb; text-align: justify; padding: 3px; color: 888888; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px;] Stuart was beginning to ask himself the same thing. Why was he here? Why was he subjecting himself to this heartache when there was really no need? He had no idea, yet instead of making excuses and pulling himself away to go back and party with his friends, moving away to forgot the events of the night in the sweaty depths of writhing bodies and alcoholic fumes, he remained where he was, as if the constant battle with the sticky floor had ended, and the floor had won, leaving him glued in place. ”Stag party… my friends getting married. What… what are you doing back in town? I thought you’d left.”
There... he had asked what he had wanted to know since the moment he had spotted her from the dance floor... though the true question, the one he really wanted to ask, was one he was too afraid too. Why... had she left? [/style] |
|
|