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Post by Romeo Davis {Inactive} on Feb 13, 2007 18:38:31 GMT -5
Romeo tilted his head back, careful as to not let her get too close to his face as she laid her head upon his shoulder. Yes, she might be nice now but he still couldn't get past the fact that he couldn't stand her. No matter how much his mother wanted him to chose her to be his 'mate'. He shuddered at the prospect. It was just too weird because of the fact that they had known each other that long. "You're not going to get all girlie and start crying are you?" He asked uncertainly.
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Post by Lyra Morgan on Feb 13, 2007 18:44:03 GMT -5
Lyra's eyes hardened. "Morgan's don't cry," she said, simply, as though it was that simple though it couldn't be more complex. And she hated that. She ran her hand lightly down the keys of the piano, careful not to make any noise. "Do you really I play poorly?" she asked, quietly. Not being comfortable with her appearing weak, she kept changing the subject. Even though she did want t talk to him. [/size][/blockquote]
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Post by Romeo Davis {Inactive} on Feb 13, 2007 18:51:06 GMT -5
"I'm sorry to burst your bubble babe..but you really do suck.." He teased, nudging her with his shoulder in a somewhat playful manner. Turning all the way around on the bench to face the black and white porcilan keys, he intimately set his fingers down to work, playing one of Ludwig Van Beetoven's prized works. He wasn't very good, but he wasn't bad either. It was the only song he knew how to play and that was because he had taught himself back when he was younger. "I'm no artist..but yeah..you get the hint.." He laughed.
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Post by Lyra Morgan on Feb 13, 2007 19:01:39 GMT -5
Lyra gasped, smacking him playfully. "I do not!" she exclaimed, smiling. "Besides, I wasn't even trying to play before. I just had to do something with my hands to keep my distracted from my thoughts." She smirked, flicking her hair over her shoulder and turning back to the keys of the piano. "Valses Nobles et Sentimentales," she said, quietly, playing the piano as though it was as easy to her as breathing. And really, to her, it was. "Composed by Maurice Ravel, in 1911." She smiled softly as she continued playing. [/size][/blockquote]
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Post by Romeo Davis {Inactive} on Feb 13, 2007 19:08:40 GMT -5
"Right.." Romeo sighed sarcastically. "And i'm the king of england.." He gave her another playful smack, this time on the cheek. He was kinda glad that she was out of her crybaby mood, well she might not be out of it but she sure as hell wasn't showing it anymore. He pushed himself up into a standing position and raised his arms above his head, stretching out his muscles as he let out a loud yawn to show his boredom. "You know..I still say you suck.."
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Post by Lyra Morgan on Feb 13, 2007 19:15:13 GMT -5
She glared playfully at him, placing a hand on her cheek, like he had actually hurt her. Though had she known he was going to do that she would have shrieked and jerked away from him faster than you could say 'Quidditch'. "I write my own stuff anyway. Not lately though. Besides, I haven't played in about four years. The piano at my manor is collecting dust I swear." She rolled her eyes down to the keys. "Music and writing are my outlet, mother gets mad when I play though. So I haven't had much of an outlet recently," she explained. [/blockquote]
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Post by Romeo Davis {Inactive} on Feb 13, 2007 19:23:38 GMT -5
"Your mum has always been a bit of a bitch hasn't she? I remember when she almost hexed me when I was thirteen..but that was only because I kind of stole a pair of panties out of your drawer.." Romeo laughed, muttering the last bit in a sort of an undertone. He wasn't ashamed to admit that he stole a girls underwear, it was the fact that he still had them that was embarassing.
His cheeks flushed a deep crimson, and he had to hide it by lowering his eyes to the floor (which didn't help much). "Anyways..you write? Interesting..I write too..mostly poetry and crap like that..but I'm working on a novel at the moment.." He muttered uneasily.
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Post by Lyra Morgan on Feb 13, 2007 19:30:26 GMT -5
Lyra stared blankly at the keys. Pressing Middle C, she sighed. "You don't know the half of it," she muttered. She giggled quietly, clapping her hand to her mouth. She cleared her throat, trying to hide her giggles. "You know, this room is completely white. Your red face lights up like a Christmas tree, dearest." She smiled sweetly. Her eyes lit up. "Oh," she said, somewhat happily, "You name it, I write it." As soon as the words left her mouth several notebooks appeared in front of her on top of the piano. "Stories, poetry, lyrics, chords, songs." [/size][/blockquote]
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Post by Romeo Davis {Inactive} on Feb 13, 2007 19:36:24 GMT -5
"Fuck" Romeo gasped, pressing a hand to his continuingly reddening face. She just knew how to get to him didn't she! Taking a couple of deep breaths, he wiped a couple of beads of sweat from his face and looked to her with a small pout threatening to show through his now beat red face. "That's nice.." He mumbled.
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Post by Lyra Morgan on Feb 13, 2007 19:48:17 GMT -5
Lyra grinned. "Hey now," she said, strictly, as she grabbed one of the notebooks with 'Poems' written across the cover in an elegant script. "Weren't you the one who keeps telling me that swearing makes you sound unintelligent," she commented flipping threw the pages. Every page filled with the same handwriting as the cover. The other books had 'Songs // Lyrics', 'The Forgotten Ones', and 'Through the Dark' written on them. "All of this is mine," she said, "My thoughts, my words, mine." And that gave her some pride, though most of it was ill-conceived pain. That, she hated. [/size][/blockquote]
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Post by Romeo Davis {Inactive} on Feb 13, 2007 20:01:52 GMT -5
"Yeah well ladies shouldn't curse. And I'm a man so its just expected for me to do it. And yes it does make you look very unintelligent..so Lyra..Babe..no more cursing..or i might have to wash your mouth out with soap." Romeo replied matter of factly. He watched as she pulled out a book of poems from her bag, but before she could flip all the way through it he had already snatched it from her hands and collapsed onto the couch with it. "Here..you can read mine.." He huffed, tossing his green poem filled journal in her direction. "They're mostly about breakups..since its the only thing that i'm really good at.." He sighed, opening her book up to the very first page.
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Post by Lyra Morgan on Feb 13, 2007 20:07:35 GMT -5
Lyra didn't even process that he took her book until he already started reading her poems. She turned around and froze. She couldn't see what the words said, but she knew the first poem. She read it daily. Every chance she got. It was the reason for everything. She only wished he wouldn't understand it. Her mind read over the words on the page.
It happens to other people You say how sad, you say poor thing But when it's you, it's something else. It's everything You'd never believe the nightmares You'd never know the pain you caused You'd never see the scars you left The things you stole, everything I lost You took my body, tore it in half You took my childhood, my heart and my laugh You took everything I kept for myself Then you're gone I'm not your poor thing [/size][/blockquote]
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Post by Romeo Davis {Inactive} on Feb 13, 2007 20:15:57 GMT -5
Romeo read on in silence, his eyes taking in every word on the page before ruffling through a couple more of the pages. From what he could tell, she was far past the normal depression of a teenager. Kids just didn't right like that, well not exactly at least. He had written many MANY depressing poems in his days, but nothing quite like hers. She needed help. Closing the book with a snap, he threw onto the cushion next to him and turned onto a kneeling position in his seat, staring at her dumbfoundly. "Lyra? What's going on that I should know about? You can tell me you know..i'm not going to say anything to anyone.."
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Post by Lyra Morgan on Feb 13, 2007 20:22:26 GMT -5
Lyra stared blankly. She wanted to run, to scream, to just- leave. Yet she couldn't bring herself to. "I- I-" she stuttered. Closing her eyes, she sat there, silent for several moments. "Father has been leaving for weeks at a time since I was ten. Once he started, mother turned to drinking. Soon after, she started bring her boyfriends home. There was a problem with that. Mother would pass out, her boyfriends wanted to play. I was the only other person in the house. I wrote that when on my eleventh birthday, which went by completely unnoticed," she said, her voice was blank, emotionless. [/blockquote]
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Post by Romeo Davis {Inactive} on Feb 13, 2007 20:30:20 GMT -5
Romeo couldn't believe it. Rape? To an eleven year old? That was just sick. That was around the time that he had started hating her. The time that she really needed someone and he had just left her there. Clambouring over the back edge of the couch, he immeadiately took her into his arms and pressed a small kiss to her cheek. "I'm sorry.." He whispered.
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