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I’ve only just seen this - I suck. I hope you’re okay my love! Love you too
You don't suck at all. Come and talk to me on my personal if you have time! It's monsieurlemelon. Don't let the activity surprise you. I'm always there, lurking. ;) Love ya!
Hey Dove, should we continue secretly on here as well? bc I love you
Text to: Butterfly
Eden: Never.
Eden: I'm in, whatever is going.
Eden: She's dead. Exactly;)
Eden: Happily.
Eden: You are.
Narvi: Any nice stations that do not require going away from this school? Knowing we couldn't possible escape, could we now.
Narvi: I will follow you in the dark, just so you know.
Narvi: Alright. I will talk no more.
True. Most girls aren’t, Pumpkin. Not the roof, you know I won’t stop myself from falling off. Anywhere.
You're aware of the fact that I will either catch you or fall off with you which would make such a creepy slash romantic ending of my story.
Why am I the one to choose? I'd like to hear suggestions from you instead, if you don't mind. Surprise me.
Text to: Butterfly
Eden: Depends if you are you.
Eden: Too right, I think my mother gave me this to keep me sweet.
Eden: No jokes, sunshine.
Narfi: I am I-Or would you like to prove me to you by springing in front of a train? N.
Narfi: Oh, wait. There aren't any trains. N.
Narfi: We should search for trains. N.
Narfi: Your mother gave it to you? Sweet mother you have. I would tell you where I got it, but I can't take the risk to oblige to my sins if it means going to jail and having to miss your A+ jokes every now and then. ;) N.
Narfi: God. I talk too much. Please punch me in the face next time I keep talking, please. N.
Narfi: I am certainly not a sunshine, butterfly. N.
Fools. They’re basically the best pants ever. I’m going in for four, no messing around here.
No messing around? Isn't that all what we do, little butterfly of mine? Well, aside of screwing with people. Yet I prefer to call that messing around just as much. I never knew girls were capable of drinking so much, Butterfly. Glad you're here to prove me different wise. Where do you want to go?
Text to: Butterfly
Narfi: Is this you?
Narfi: Fuck. Technology is shit.
Narfi: Please tell me this isn't some sort of joke.
The Shadows Hide Our Pain || Phantom and Cara
Cara was now completly lost. What was he saying tahnk you for? ¨You are welcome?¨ She said quite a bit confused. ¨To my room. And I really do not see why I should tell you more about myself when I do not know about you.¨ She had already told him enough. And did not see the point in telling him anything else as seeing she barely knew anything about him.
Phantom scoffed, nodded and began to respond. "True, true. Glad at least a little bit of sense comes out of your mouth. I wondered how long you were going to keep that going Telling me stuff, I mean. Though, I can admit, you aren't entirely dumb. Yet not for as much importance to me to put you onto my list, that's all. And, really?" Phantom leaned in closer, somehow admiring her features which had slipped his mind for a single second, and grinned with the cold distance he always kept onto his mouth. "You don't really want to get onto that list. So congratulations, really."
It’s the people without the drugs who aren’t fine, Pumpkin-head. They’re all pretty dumb, leaving shit around that they consider safe, nothing is safe. Trying to get in my pants, Narfi or have you been drinking too?
And they say drugs damages your brains. Idiots.
Oh, you got me, Butterfly. Your pants are too sexy to resist. I'm Pantssexual, I admit it. And yeah, I might have drunk one or two litres beers. Care to change that into three?
Du er min Dronning || Nightmare & Phantom
“I don’t care if it’s cheesy but I do really like stories, not shit fairy tales, real stories. Got to experience it somehow, right?” Eden smirked, eyebrows arched, her character was failing, without a buzz left over from some drugs or a cigarette in hand she almost felt naked, almost vulnerable and like there was no escaping her being stripped down of her fierce yet silent exterior. “I guess death and I are fated to meet each other in a horrifying yet awaited way, like old friends.” Eden mumbled slightly, leaning into Narfi as she felt a little more real, having something to hold on to so to avoid this endless sinking feeling into nothingness, a lonesome darkness. Eden didn’t reply, just looked towards him in an engaged way, words had failed her time and time again, and they would of course now. All Eden was certain of was that she found his storytelling endearing, it drew her to him, much like the flame, she found herself following every word he said, but not with words, words would only interrupt her rapid thoughts, so instead she listened intently, not to miss a word of the stories he told, entrapping her in his web.
Eden smirked along with Narfi’s chuckle whilst listening in her usually intent manner but she couldn’t help think about where he came from was like and who he was before, which many would question about her often, how did she become so broken? But with him, it was a little more, his life seemed interesting, not the flat and dead mother Eden had as a life before. As if she saw it coming, Eden’s eyes flickered downwards at his name, she knew he was talking from something more than just known stories point of view now, she just didn’t know it to the full extent. Eden chuckled a little then, he knew so many stories, it seemed he stored them just like she stored entire routes and maps through places, or someone’s routine. Being observant meant barely a month had passed before Eden knew the school inside out, not just the rooms that everyone else knew, the places hidden too, and where staff would hide things but she couldn’t help feel that this wasn’t as useful as Narfi’s storytelling. Her breathing stopped a little then, when he spoke of a girl, Eden was waiting for a tragic story about a girl he had been torn away from, their love reaching a bad fate but she listened on all the same.
Eden looked away to hide a natural smile then, letting her hair cover her entire face. “I think I liked that story the most.” She nodded slightly, turning back to Narfi who was almost lying down. “Though the ending needs work, it’s clear the boy is very testing, though this girl, she won’t fall for it… He needs to make the first move.” It wasn’t bold for her to be forward, it was bold for her to speak for such a long time. Eden wasn’t testing the waters though, she wasn’t scared of bad reactions, she was more than used to that, Eden was simply trying to observe Narfi’s character, as well of the fact that she wasn’t one to love or feel and it meant it was alien to her, completely alien. Instead, she leant back like he had, a smirk on her lips and her eyes searching for little glows from the stars not completely covered by light pollution.
Their natures, equal and divided from most others, allowed them to adore one another just as much as ordinary people were capable of. Whereas she was the ying to his yang, one may find that accusation dubious. For she may be pure and good in Narfi’s blinded eyes, who was lost yet hopefully in love; It may have seem appeared almost wrong in the eyes of another, those in their right mind who collected their knowledge to back away from her.
However, who said any of them were in their right mind at all?
Who said Narfi wanted to be?
Golden, luxurious locks of his hair waved lazily from side to side, where the rest of his body trembled with possibly requited desire. Eden filled him with unimaginable fondness; surprising him with little words she used and unexpected sentences she replied with. Narfi scoffed, turned his head to face the lovely being that she was and took her face into his hand, observing her once more. “First move, hm? I thought the twenty-first century made it possible for girls not to be kept waiting for foolish boys to make a move.” Narfi replied, before thinking, waiting and responding. “Maybe I'll turn the ending into something horror-like instead, who knows.. The boy is destined to make the wrong decisions, you see. Luckily for the boy, I can hardly decline such a nice request from such a lovely lady like you.” His cheesiness had reached a point that it had begun to annoy he himself, yet he could not help it. He chuckled lightly. Narfi also knew he had to take chances before she found out about his secrets, his former experiences. His fingers ran along her soft skin, as he admired her beauty on the spot. Her hair, which had turned into Auburn in this light. Her lips, soft and possibly as sweet as the chocolates she had brought with. And those eyes. Death and Life seemed to have made a compromise to gather their strength, praising her the wicked yet most astounding color of blue. Reflecting the goodness and purity of the sun at day, yet engulfing the beauty of darkness and elegance of the moon at night. Much like his own, he reminded himself.
There were no words, no words which would have been great and powerful enough to describe how he had longed for this certain moment on earth. Inches turned into millimeters, millimeters turned into nothing but the sweet scent of sage and his lips pressed against hers. And oh man,Narfi had never experienced being as weak and strong and grateful and surrenderous as ever but most of all, he had never known of the real meaning of love until that certain moment. Real, unimaginable love. The one feeling that could crumble his wall into a thousand, sorrowful pieces, guarding what has been kept safe for all those years. His heart. His feelings. And oh, how he had longed for this. I happily surrender, my butterfly. If Narfi had known he would caress this memory more often than he could ever imagine, He would have never pulled back so quickly.
“No.”
And there, on the other side, the darkness which had chained him, drained, torn and broken as he was, began lurking and partly controlling him by pulling strings and deceiving and twisting words he did not mean to say. He wanted to tell her, he ought to; that it was not her fault he kept himself aback, not at all. It was the curse, his sacrifice and those of others, that made these actions hard to bear. His expressions changed slowly, unnoticed by himself: loving turned into hurting, teasing turned into guilt and playing turned into sorrow.
I love you, Eden. I love you too much to put you through my misery. I need to let you go, my tourterelle, my love, for your own sake. Try to understand that I am damned, as will you be when I am as selfish to let you stay. O Death, I ask you to have mercy on her soul, for she is pure and she is not mine to keep. Tourterelle, my Dove, my Everything, All I ask is to be forgiven for my selfishness to have brought you upon this night.
Unless Eden could read his expressions or his mind, he was able to cover up his true reasons as to why he backed off slowly, cautiously.
“Eden, I..”
Confusion?
“I shouldn’t..”
Another wrong decision?
“I shouldn’t be here.”
Being overprotective about a person oh so loved but yet to be damned? Yes, Narfi cared too much. Cared enough to let her go, while his heart screaming and begging on one side, and darkness overpowering on the other. Cared too much to see this brought him no step further into keeping a relationship with possibly someone who would be able to see what he was dreaming about tonight. Endless and endless, Every day, for twenty years long.
Nightmares.
Love you too! I will try to, though I think I’ll be doing festival work, which may mean some Wifi time and less actual work:3 It’s alright deary, I understand, have a great summer and see you soon! <3
I will have to be away for about two weeks starting next week, so I will try to answer our para before that time; After that, I hope we're still able to see each other again? Festival work sounds fun, man! And I'm really glad you haven't given up on me yet, hahaha. I'm such a slow replier, like, seriously. Stay awesome, and see you soon lovely!
OOC.
I'm really busy this week, and I hope I can respond to you all in the weekend, lovelies. I apologize.
