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Post by KIERAN MADDOX GREYBACK on Jun 30, 2013 2:58:05 GMT -5
 Kieran swore that he wasn't this busy the previous year even with studying for O.W.L.S and having Quidditch and Prefect duties, with his entire workload it would have made any parent proud but, alas, he did not have them so really he wasn't sure who he was working so hard for. Most people would say for himself, but he had a hard time believing that because his views on himself were so set in stone in his mind. They both had quite a bit going on as she was advancing her knowledge and possibly a career in Care of Magical Creatures, which he encouraged because he saw the change in her eyes and face when she was outdoors and working with nature and those creatures, it was a subject that he was good at like any subject but it wasn't a passion like it was for her and he would encourage anything that made her smile like that. With so many people around him, whether it was a classroom full of students or even one person he felt shy and really just scared sometimes. The small social phobia he had was not something he liked and really it left him angry and frustrated, with Harley in front of him it was easy to be himself, to laugh and smile and just talk in general. He wished it was that easy with everyone else but he knew that was not the case. Drown in the shower even though we just got back from the lake? The irony was obvious, but both scenarios were high unlikely. If being a werewolf gave him anything it was that animal instinct, and in more ways that one, he was a natural athlete and drowning was probably only possible over his dead body.
Despite the natural athleticism he was more of a bookworm than anything and he would have rather had his nose in a book than be out playing sports any day but it was a good avenue for his extra energy and helped him feel less antsy during the day. Another good example was watching him at meals and that in one sitting he probably ate enough food to feed three or four people, and as one other girl in this entire castle could tell you he was a male if anything. Kieran was shy and hardly had relationship experience but that didn't mean he'd never been with girl, and luckily for him no drama came out of that one but it was a memorable experience nonetheless. Now that he thought about it, he faintly remembered possibly telling Harley this story, but then again he probably hadn't. It was irrelevant to the situation and really the sight of just long legs on his bed was enough to distract him from any thoughts. Why couldn't his best friend have been slightly less attractive so he didn't have to fight those instincts versus the platonic nature of everything. Kieran took a seat and grasped the cup that she handed him, they toasted. He nodded and smiled, it had been a good chunk of time since they'd done this or spoken outside of meals and small breaks and had hung out at all, so they had earned this. He took a large sip and the liquid burned all the way down and even up into his nose a bit. It was harsh but refreshing and of course he felt relaxed even more than he was. While he held the cup in his hand and swirled it around, the liquid moving side to side, absent-mindedly he watched her set up the art supplies.
He never figured painting would be something he would do and though he couldn't draw as well as she could he found it as another avenue for whatever he was feeling. The sun setting through the window only reminded him of the approaching month and that soon the school year would be over and then the summer. But, it would be different this year because he technically did not have to return to the Orphanage. Now 17 he was legally an adult and could do as he pleased really. But, he had nowhere else to go and would probably stay there. He kept in touch with Harley always over the summer but it was the loneliest 3 months of the year though one of Luca's friends did grow up at the same orphanage as he did. It was a sad thought, and he tried not to think about it but it was always there because you couldn't stop time, unfortunately. But, as she mentioned the full moon as well he pondered that. Another one for the books and another night of pain and the morning after getting his shoulder popped back into place or ointment for the various wounds in his skin, sometimes it wasn't as bad but as of late he had found himself in so much pain in the morning it hurt to breathe and for some reason he was losing that grip and control after he turned and even his brothers had noted as well and he just felt dangerous and out of control and he didn't like that. Kieran took another drink and with the brush in his hand he just looked at it, waiting for her to start. The colors were out and they were the basic colors, and he looked up just in time to see a paint-brush in his face and he felt the cold and wet paint on his nose. Blue, not the pretty blue of her eyes that were an icy blue but at the same time not cold and harsh as expected.
You really want to start that? If challenged he would be tempted to accept and he had to upper hand in overall body strength but he might let her win just to be nice. Kieran brushed it away with the back of his hand as best he could for now. You know what? Everytime you decide to paint me instead, you have to take a drink. Games were always fun.
lyrics: sweater weather - the neighborhood
words: 1020
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credit: to vanessa!
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Post by HARLEQUINN LYLA NYX on Jul 2, 2013 0:28:55 GMT -5
a drop in the ocean, a change in the weather [/size][/center] i was praying that you and me might, end up together Harley was watching the sunset while she waited for Kieran to return. She remembered how beautiful and peaceful they were the first time she saw them. It was back in first year, the grounds had rolling hills that seemed to hide the full view of the sun set. It was still beautiful, like a kaleidoscope colors of blue, purple and pink. Harley could take time to appreciate the beauty of the smallest things. Not ever having anything but her locket, made it easy to see the small things. Though she never asked for much, but some friends, and people to care about. Harley was a free spirited girl, it was just in her nature to notice these little things. When Kieran joined her she blushed at him picking out the fact that what she said made no sense. She tried to come up with something, but nothing came to mind, and she grinned sheepishly in defeat. Harley was ready for the night, she noticed Kieran had a playful site tonight, which she admired. Harley's heart yearned for these moment with him, where she could just be herself. Kieran's shy nature didn't clash badly with Harley's upbeat one at all. It was nice to know she was one of the only people he felt comfortable around. It made her feel a sense of pride actually, that she was special enough to make such a dent in his social life.
The year was coming to an end, and she dread the thought of leaving Kieran for the summer. Harley didn't live in a normal orphanage, her's was for more - what they called for gifted children. Amnesia was dangerous, and could get worst so her providers were kind of medically qualified. Harley knew his living conditions and she wished she could be by his side for the summer. The thought of Kieran all along hurt her inside, and she could share the empathy of his lonely heart from miles away. The two did meet up and spend time together, but nothing like the moments they shared at the castle. The castle was a home to each of them, she'd like to think. They were sheltered, and got meals, to keep up with their hygiene and all. He'd miss it this summer, and she didn't want to think about the future. Harlequinn was going to stay at the school and basically be an intern for CoMC, and someday she'd teach. She wasn't positive on Kieran's future or what he wanted to do, but what ever he settled upon she knew he'd be great at. Kieran was very talented and smart, the only reason she didn't ask was because she didn't want to think of them separating. She did have a separation anxiety from Kieran, this is why she tried to be there as much as possible without being annoying. The future was bleak and so close, but she didn't want to think of being alone. Perhaps she didn't have to, and a great idea came into her mind. What if they got an apartment together after school ended, worked over the summer? She wondered if he'd agree, then again it may have been one of her silly ideas. With them both being seventeen soon, it was just about right to start thinking about a new living situation.
Harley passed out the glasses and took a nice sip. She watched him drink as well and grinned to herself. Then came her urge to paint, and she dotted his nose cutely. At his challenging words she stuck out her tongue and giggled. "May-beee." She answered dragging out her word for emphasis. At his words she quirked an eyebrow. "Kieran that's no fair I always want to paint you, I'd be drunk in ten minutes if that was the case." She pouted and took a nice gulp of the clear liquid. "How about every time you don't want me to paint you, you have to take a drink?" She mused and leaned forward putting her nose to his sharing the left over paint. She blushed and pulled away looking back to her canvas. She started to paint a little bit and then took a sip of her drink. "Yeah I was tempted." She admitted placing her paint brush in the water. Painting didn't sound so fun now, she wanted to walk, to gossip even. "Kieran. So you talking to any pretty lady friends recently?" She asked raising her eyebrows up and down, being charming. She took her canvas and placed it on the floor, getting comfy on his bed. Harley brought the glass to her lips one more time and forced back a sip. "Tell me some gossip, who do you think are the top three pretties girls in our age range." She said being foolish. She knew she'd get jealous of who ever he said, but she was just being friendly, striking conversation.
TAGGED;;Kieran Greyback
WORD COUNT;;817
CREDITS;;[/color]To Krys !WEARING;;[/color] Her white tanktop, w/ pink boy shorts LYRICS;;[/color]Ron Pope - A Drop In The Ocean NOTES;;[/color] [/size][/font] |
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Post by KIERAN MADDOX GREYBACK on Jul 2, 2013 19:13:31 GMT -5
The summer season was the favorite season of a lot of individuals but it was by far the least favorite of Kieran's. He'd leave Hogwarts with everything he owned packed in that trunk and then head back to the Orphanage that he had grown up in since he was a boy. But, as far as he knew he wasn't sure if he was going back there because he had just turned seventeen in March and he was past that statue of Wizarding Minority. However, since he was still in school he'd probably just stay the summer and move elsewhere after his graduation next year, though the idea was daunting. Change was a scary thing especially when it was not routine and it made his stomach turn in all sorts of directions when he thought about it too much. It wasn't something he had discussed with Harley because he knew that she went back to a similar place, though they did manage to see each other over the summer and that definitely helped this lonesome feeling of being homesick of a home he did not have yet which was perplexing. How does one be homesick of nothing? Or of a memory that you knew wasn't possible anymore. Harley suggested an addition to his drinking game idea, that basically when she would drink he would be forced to as well because he did not approve to being painted on. The pain was messy and got everywhere if you didn't leave it on the palette or the paper you were painting. This would certainly force the hands of both and lead to incredible intoxication though he figured that if he were inebriated enough that he wouldn't mind being painted on at all.
She leaned forward and her nose made contact with his own. Subconsciously he sort of held his breathe as he wasn't expecting her to be so close to him all at once. She backed away though and he managed to speak, You'll have us both drunk in no time. It wasn't such a bad thing and then he might relax a little, despite the current stresses of his life he wasn't sure why he felt so tense that day or even at that moment. It was like old times, just two best friends drinking and hanging out and having a good time, they had done this many times before though his mind was just not in it the same way as it was before. Overall, Kieran felt distracted and by what he had yet to really pinpoint and figure out. Kieran drank more and watched as she moved her brush casually back and forth across the paper and then shot a question at him that really came out of nowhere. He was taken aback not only at the randomness but at the content of the question itself. The painting supplies left the bed and she looked eager for whatever answer he was going to deliver. Kieran took another drink and before he could even think of an answer to the first question, there was a second one. Had he not been careful and been too lost in thought he would have choked on the burning liquid that was flowing so freely down his throat, however now he had another problem on his hands. An empty cup. Gauging your competition or something? Just a joke of course, she was his best friend and their platonic friendship was all he'd managed these years aside from other basic friends. To be quite frank he'd never really been in a serious relationship and aside from small talk and flirting here and there when he could manage to talk and be that nervous at the same time he was not a social butterfly.
Kieran grabbed the bottle and refilled his cup though at this point he would have drank straight from the bottle. Such a topic only seemed to make him nervous and girls seemed to feed off that nervousness like oxygen to a fire and only increase the pressure. The most 'action' , you could say, that he'd had was a fling in his previous year with a hufflepuff girl that seemed innocent enough but was anything but. One of those rare Room of Requirement parties that Pucey, then Prefect and now Head Boy, had dragged him too while they were dually patrolling one evening. It had certainly been interesting and maybe good for him but had it not been for the circumstances and the alcohol and such it would have never happened on it's own. No, i'm not talking to anyone. He admitted honestly staring into his cup almost. It wasn't something he had time for and not something he could push himself without a lot of hesitation out of his comfort zone for. As far as the pretty girls in his class or even those closest to his year he could think of a handful and it only reminded him of the girls he could see but never have a chance with. He wasn't Jack Pucey, he wasn't James Potter. I mean....there's a lot of pretty girls around here, you know. He really didn't have a clue how to get out of this question or how to even begin talking about this. Something told him that even if he did harbor a crush on a pretty girl around this school that she would never let him live it down. What about you? You probably have lots of boys lining up for you.
Speaking of girls his year, Harley had really grown from the little girl on that train all those years ago. And as the permanent picture in his head of her in a bikini reminded him, she was not only female but a very attractive one. It was the only way he knew to divert attention from himself and to her and to give her a compliment all the same. Still, despite being his closest friend and confidant he felt strange outright saying something about how beautiful she was. But, why was it so strange? Kieran drank more and realized that he'd almost finished this second cup. Really, he was hoping for some kind of buzz that would calm him a little and loosen him up.
lyrics: sweater weather - the neighborhood
words: 1044
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credit: to vanessa!
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Post by HARLEQUINN LYLA NYX on Jul 17, 2013 18:45:25 GMT -5
a drop in the ocean, a change in the weather [/size][/center] i was praying that you and me might, end up together Harlequinn wasn't one to dare drink at parties, she knew Jack had dragged Kieran off to a few, she there she stayed in his room awaiting his safe return. Harlequinn would nurse him back to health, have water and a bucket handy in case he needed it. It was times like those she proved her loyalty, no one would really understand how much she really did love Kieran. As a child she had no one, and when she attended Hogwarts she made a friendship that would last forever. It was special, he was special. It had to be written some where that they were meant for one another, she he a werewolf, her formation, a wolf? Things were just fate, she always believed she was meant for him, but could there be more. Kieran knew she cared but him, but only Victoria really knew how she felt about him. Harlequinn was afraid to tell other people, and since Vicks sort of knew Kieran she told her. The two were not close, but Victoria was her only friend he could find herself confessing the depths of her heart to. It beat to be here, by his side, and if only he felt the same way. It hurt her, but she wasn't about to let all that ruin her night. She was about to get wasted.
When Kieran told her she'd have them drunk in no time she giggled. "Don't act like you won't enjoy being drunk with me. It's not my fault Kieran, maybe you should just be more open minded to body paint." Harley told him with a smile. She giggled and took another sip of her drink. She enjoyed clear liquor because dark liquor made her too emotional. At the sight of his empty glass she decided to refill both their glasses and thought more about crushes. Harley had never been with a boy, not even a kiss. She was terrified of the thought of someone having that much control over her desires. Naturally this beautiful girl didn't need men to boost her ego, but she had been complimented. She also had guys flirt with her, which made her nervous and blush. Harley was horrible with flirting when she was uncomfortable. The thought of having someone hold her heart against her, wasn't one she was looking forward to. Surely she'd find someone special in life, but that didn't mean she was rushing toward that. Not til she knew she had no chance what so ever with Kieran. At his words she narrowed her eyes.
Gauging her competition? She was placed in Gryffindor for a reason. Harlequinn took a long drink before moving a little closer to Kieran, she let her shoulder brush against his for a moment and batted her eye lashes. Harley slowly bit her bottom lip seductively and gave him a pouty look. "You really think I have competition with these looks, Kieran?" She asked softly looking into his eyes as if she were reading right through him. She placed her tiny hand on his jawline tracing it with her fingertips gently, as she tried to make him see her little attempt at being sexy. At her own actions she found herself giggle and she instantly backed up taking another drink. The girl must have felt bold, to pull that off. Harley blushed and chuckled to herself, letting Kieran recover from her last actions. Her laugh was an indicator she was only teasing, but if they were more drunk it may have not been that way. She didn't know why she felt so drawn to him, she just did. Harley listened to his next words, and was happy to hear he wasn't talking to anyone. The girl couldn't admit that out loud but something inside her was rejoicing.
Harley was bisexual so she knew there were many pretty girls at the school. "Oh I know, it's hard to think of just one." She said softly, though that was not the answer she wanted to heart from his lips. Her blue eyes focused on his lips for a moment, as he spoke she didn't really listen to what he was saying, she was hypnotized by the thought of what his kiss would taste like. "Wha..?" She asked, she has zoned out trying to think of what he was saying before her distraction. Harley took another drink, and noticed they had both been low on their second glasses. She topped off the glasses, and felt herself a bit relaxed. "Boys? Oh sure they say a comment here and there, and they attempt to talk to me, but you know how I am. I really am only interested in one, but it's silly..." Harley paused and took a drink. She wouldn't say a name, but she was sure her words would strike his attention. "because he'll never see me." She shrugged. That was life, that is what she had chosen for herself. Love, because she only felt it with him.
TAGGED;;Kieran Greyback
WORD COUNT;;830
CREDITS;;[/color]To Krys !WEARING;;[/color] Her white tanktop, w/ pink boy shorts LYRICS;;[/color]Ron Pope - A Drop In The Ocean NOTES;;[/color] [/size][/font] |
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Post by KIERAN MADDOX GREYBACK on Jul 28, 2013 17:16:57 GMT -5
You know with his shy and caring nature it wasn't something new for him to be nervous at all. The mystery for him was being nervous at all with his best friend around, normally he was so open and really himself and now he was afraid to really say anything and her questions he could only stall by drinking. Slowly he started to feel the effects of inebriation and it only seemed to cloud the normally over processing thought process that he was used to following in his mind that really stopped him from doing anything. Kieran only wanted to drink until he could shut out his thoughts, though very well knowing that his hangover would be something to regret and hit himself for in the morning and Harley would be hungover herself and not nursing him as she usually did. As far as Loyalty went, that was one of her truest Gryffindor traits and just like his own loyalty for her it was strong and even clashed with his own loyalty to his brothers and sisters and fellow Greyback werewolves. But, even if they were blood there wasn't the same bond. There was a sense that each had their own story and their own pity party when it came to their background and experiences with Fenrir Greyback, Kieran could admit that of his own tragic and gruesome creation as it still haunted him to this day. It was nice to have someone that treated you normally and especially when reality was so unkind to his kind and those with his affliction. Harley was someone that really meant a lot to Kieran and he was thrust out of his thoughts before the developed further by her voice interrupting and he brought his attention back to her.
C'mon, you know I always enjoy spending time with you. But, that's still a No for the body paint. It was certainly a true statement, he looked forward to these times and even if it was a lunch break or dinner and they had to be off to do their obligations in life it was nice. Kieran wasn't very social so to be able to talk to someone so easily was a relief and kept him from shutting himself inside the confines of his own revolving thoughts and driving himself insane. When Kieran answered her question with another question he saw this change in her eyes. Hopefully he hadn't managed to offend her in some way because even though this was his best friend in the world and someone who really meant the world to him he still had not deciphered the magical cryptic code of women in general. Sometimes words that seemed so innocent hit the wrong nerve and that was that. Harley moved closer to him, so close that he could smell that scent she always had and with his keener senses it was strong and made his stomach flip. It was one of those scents that had he smelt it anywhere he would instantly be reminded of her. When her fingertips traced his jaw and he looked at her, those big eyes no longer an innocent shade of blue but something fiery and new that he'd never seen in her eyes. For a second he forgot to breath and she backed away with a giggle. Kieran drank heavily from his cup as his mouth and throat felt dry all of a sudden. It had never really occurred to him that she could do that, it was supposed to be the platonic nature of their relationship that kept it stable. Yes, she was beautiful with those eyes and that smile and she certainly had a body to admire, but he'd really just never thought about such things until he couldn't just help it now.
What, so you want to be in the running now? He joked, it wasn't like there were girls just lining up for him unlike the more popular boys in his year and even the year above him. It wasn't his personality and the extreme amount of attention would just make him want to honestly hide. It was a battle between wanting some attention and recognition and then not wanting to be noticed at all. Again he drank and really tried to make sense of what had just happened, then again he might have been over thinking it or he just might have been drunk already altogether. Did it make sense for her to toy with him like that if she didn't want it? Then again it could have been a joke or maybe not but had she not backed away when she did he really felt like he would have not stopped it just to see how far it went and how far he would let himself go before he stopped. Inside he was in turmoil over how he couldn't stop thinking about the female best friend that all of a sudden he just realized was hot. On the topic of girls, he almost forgot that Harley had attractions to both sides and it did not bother him and made for some interesting conversation sometimes but even at that moment he didn't want to talk about it because he was coming to terms with the sudden realization that she was on that list at least from his house. Aside from the fact that he knew her and knew her well it only added points to that factor, it was unlike a childhood acquaintance like Victoria whom he would admit was attractive but their personalities clashed. Harley looked at him as he asked his next question in a poor attempt to take the attention off himself but she didn't seem to be listening, there was that far away look in her eyes he was accustomed to seeing.
His glass was full again and he couldn't have been happier, he wondered how she was feeling in terms of inebriation because with his metabolism and tolerance even he was starting to feel a little loopy and he could only imagine how she was feeling at this point. He was definitely buzzed or at least getting there. Taking a drink his interested was peaked when she mentioned that she was interested in one. Why was this the first he had heard about this? Didn't they talk about everything? Inside his reaction was much more energetic than his outward reaction as he found himself wanted to hang on every word and detail now, who was this mystery man? But, he didn't notice her? There was a sense of relief in his mind and then he wondered why he felt like that. He was relieved because really he felt a little bit possessive about her, that was his best friend and for some other guy to take that way from him would have just broken him. Then again there was a sense of something close to anger because it would have been stupid of that boy to not notice someone so wonderful. But, how could he not notice you? At this point Kieran took another large drink and ignored the burn down his throat that didn't even bother him anymore. So, who is he? If he doesn't see you then you don't need him. a clear thought process was hardly possible at this point, and he moved closer to her out of habit. You are smart, caring and loyal. Kieran listed off things that he knew about her and appreciated, looking at her he scanned her face for any reaction at all and he looked at her eyes, those big blue eyes and her mouth with that smile he loved to see. You're friendly and don't judge people... Was he rambling, probably. And can't forget beautiful, like the way your eyes lights up when you smile or when you're daydreaming... He paused to collect his thoughts and wonder why his stomach was doing back flips and his heart as well in his chest.
As he spoke next he looked down to his half empty cup and spoke again, though without thinking or not nearly as loud. It was stupid that a boy wouldn't notice someone so wonderful, so beautiful...You're perfect.... He mumbled and with that he paused for a second and then drank the rest of his drink.
lyrics: sweater weather - the neighborhood
words: 1385
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credit: to vanessa!
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