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{ sweater weather } seal Nov 30, 2013 15:17:15 GMT -5

Post by semper on Nov 30, 2013 15:17:15 GMT -5

The past month or two has certainly been far less painful than they usually are for me. Normally I’d expect to be spat on or clawed by some poor sod who was too thin-skinned to take my taunts (honestly I’d rather everyone be unable to take my insults because it provokes a more violent reaction) but I’ve not delved into the art of mischief lately. I’m still hardly spending any time at home so that’s not different, but I’m not wasting my time down in the district square raising hell. I’m not people watching, I’m not putting wedges between friendships, I’m not blowing on the embers to make flames – no, no, something’s changed. Something’s different but in a very good way.

I’ve got a friend now. (An actual friend!) Or, well, I like to think she’s my friend. She’s yet to chase me away or call me out on all the shit I cause people (or even when I nearly stole Tiger and killed him) so that’s a good sign, right? Or maybe she’s just unaware of it all…. or playing ignorant of it and just not bringing it up. (I have reasons for it, I swear! I can justify my actions if she’d give me the chance to explain.) But so far, anyway, she’s been nothing but friendly to me. She’s put up with my jokes and even laughed at them, and she didn’t turn down my arm when I met her the first time. She’s great, honestly, and what’s even greater is the fact that I have a friend. (Suck on that, Jonah! Yeah, fuck you! I’ve got a friend!) I’ve become more comfortable with being myself (which is still the cocky asshole façade, only toned down a little) around her and I’ve become more like a friend myself. I’ve taken to actually listening to her and considering her feelings and thoughts instead of manipulating them like I would normally do. It’s really great knowing that I don’t have to keep everything to myself anymore, bottled up and only waiting to explode.

The snow is rather deep and still coming down in those big fluffy flakes that I enjoy so much. I love the cold because bundling up in multiple sweaters just makes you feel like you’re constantly being hugged (I’m not even going to lie here, I adore hugs) and, frankly, when it’s warm you can only take off so many articles of clothing before people start screaming at you for public indecency. (It’s not exactly fun when the mothers of young toddlers start screeching at you because you’re “ruining their children” while they frantically try covering the kid’s eyes.) I’m completely covered, though, from the boots on my feet, the mittens on my hands, but no hat on my head. Haven’t actually gotten a hat yet, oops.

I figure I look like some stupid kid running for the candy shop judging by how I’m nearly deer-hopping through the snow. (I’m just excited, okay?) There’s something I really want to show her and I want to get to it before it thaws out any or else we’ll be in trouble. I dart past the diner I took her to the first day, past the shop where I put chocolate on her face for fun, and then beyond the pasture boundaries where Tiger is roaming around somewhere. The path to her house is hidden underneath all the snow but I’ve travelled it so many times that all my steps are unconsciously made. My hand reaches out and swats a few thinner trees along the way and snow falls down atop me, melting until little water droplets slide down my neck and chill me before it gets soaked up by the collar of my jacket. A few times I swear at the sudden cold but I remind myself that it’s snow, not just chilly air or anything. Snow is great and dammit I’m going to have fun.

As per usual, upon arrival at the Chain manor, I head straight to the door and open it right up without knocking. (Unfortunately for her it became quickly obvious that I don’t have a habit of knocking before entering.) A blast of warmth welcomes me and I grin, closing the door behind me to keep out the cold.

”Hey Darq?” I call out, being sure to also keep my voice kind of quiet to not wake her mother should she be sleeping. ”Darq, there’s somewhere I wanna show you and unfortunately I’m not taking no for an answer.”

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Last Edit: Nov 30, 2013 16:10:16 GMT -5 by semper

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{ sweater weather } seal Dec 5, 2013 8:35:33 GMT -5

Post by max jones d6 ☠️ kiah on Dec 5, 2013 8:35:33 GMT -5

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A smile was plastered to my lips as I peeled off the remainder of my clothes, tossing the over the ruffled sheets of my bed. It was unusual for me to just be smiling, but lately that’s all I seemed to do- smile. Quickly my hand grabs for the old worn towel that sat patiently beside me. It was one that I have been using ever since I was a young girl, and it was not like I felt the need to keep it and more due to the fact that I couldn’t afford to buy a new one. I wrap the worn piece of material around my naked body, my hand slipping the corner of the behind the material so that it was tucked away firmly holding itself up, rather than me holding myself to keep the material up.

I take a quick glance in the mirror as I walk into the bathroom. My face was alight, rosy even making the smile on my thin lips grow a bit. I give my reflection a quick wink before waltzing into the bathroom where I close the door behind me my hand finding the tap handle to turn on the water, which, in time, would fill the rather large bucket that was my bath tube. I water as water begins to pour from the small silver knob in the wall. The watch at the water hits the wooded surface of the bucket breaking into tiny drops instead of flowing in one long stream. It was fascinating. The way the water hit the surface almost looked as though glass was shattering into tiny pieces of harmless glass. It was beautiful really.

It takes a while for the water to fill the tub, and in that time I flounce around the bathroom, my hands playing with the edge of my towel. I knew the water was going to be cold- really cold, but what could I do about that? I had nothing, absolutely nothing to warm the stupid water up. I had to be tough, motivated to drop myself into that water and rub down my dirty body. I take another look at the water to find that the tub was nearly full. Quickly I turn the water off, watching as the ripples on the surface slowly died away. I didn’t want to get in. I didn’t want to freeze, to be cold and numb- but I had to, watch choice did I have? To walk around smelling like cow shit for the rest of the day? Or smell rather clean and feel fresh?

I weigh the options in my mind, my head bobbing as my mind tosses the idea of being clean and fresh versus dirty and smelly. It only takes me a moment me a moment to decide and the towel falls from my body. I let it fall to the ground around my feet before slowly walking over to the side of the bucket, my eyes glaring at the innocent looking water. Why did it have to look so harmless, so welcoming even? I glare a moment longer before I lifting my leg and place the tip of my toe in the water. Instantly I am bit by how cold the water is and my toes quickly shrinks back from the water, my body suddenly ice cold. Shivers race through me, running up through my leg to my arms to my head. Goose bumps grew all over my skin and my arms hug myself. Ahhhh. So. Cold.

I can do this I can. I take a deep breath, before plunging my right leg into the water quickly followed by my left. The water chilled me to the bone and I try no tot yelp out in surprise. Come on, I can do this, I can. The water seemed to move like ice through my veins and it took all I had to drop down into the water. The water raced around my chest and I could no longer feel my toes- ”Hey Darq?” His voice echoes through my brain, pushing past the feeling of cold. I try to call out to him but I was frozen, my tongue like a block of ice in my mouth. ”Darq, there’s somewhere I wanna show you and unfortunately I’m not taking no for an answer.” Despite myself I almost laugh, my eyes lighting up slightly.

“I-I –I am in the bathroom- bathroom,” I try to call out, “I-I’ll be down in a few…” but my voice is cut off by the chattering of my teeth and I try to pull myself out of the freezing water- but I fail miserable and find myself slipping back into the pool of ice.

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{ sweater weather } seal Dec 17, 2013 13:10:45 GMT -5

Post by semper on Dec 17, 2013 13:10:45 GMT -5

Darq’s house isn’t that much, but it’s not very bad either. It’s homely, welcoming, and I’ve found myself becoming very comfortable in it whenever I’m over. (I know where all the cups are, the plates, silverware, food, everything.) I don’t bother to take my coat of while I wait for an answer; I do, however, find a dirty towel nearby and wipe the snow off my boots and any water I tracked in with me. It’s only polite, really, and afterward I hang the towel over the back of a chair so it can dry.

It doesn’t take long before I hear Darq’s soft answer. It sounds like she’s upstairs so I don’t hesitate to venture there, starting to search the rooms. First I open the door to her bedroom and don’t see her; it’s a very tidy room (compared to mine at least) and often I’ve been tempted to just take something off a shelf and set it on the floor to mess it up, but I’ve decided against it continuously. She’d probably slap me but that’s a risk I’m willing to take some other time. I close the door and head to the next, checking behind it and closing it back when I don’t see her. A few more doors down and soon I come upon the one to the bathroom, swinging it open.

I don’t know what I was expecting but it certainly wasn’t this: she’s as naked as a newborn and sitting in a tub of water that must be cold because I swear her lips are nearly blue. For a few moments I find myself staring, trying to comprehend what I’m seeing; she’s incredibly beautiful and her wet hair hangs over her bare shoulders, and from where I’m standing I can even see the goose bumps dotting her arms. Instantly I feel heat rising to my cheeks – I fumble with the doorknob and yank it back toward me, striking my boot in my haste. Stuttered words fall from my mouth and I stumble back to close the door.

Suddenly it’s far too hot to wear my jacket. I unzip the top one and pull it off, yanking the second layer over my head. Even with just my long-sleeved shirt on I feel as if I’m about to start sweating. ”I-I’m sorry, Darq, didn’t mean to walk in on you like that.” (Although I won’t say that I regret doing it.) ”Hold on, I’m gonna get you something quick.”

Without waiting for an answer I trot off back downstairs, making a beeline for the towel I used earlier. I snatch it up and then turn toward the fireplace. There must have been a fire in it very recently and I use that to my advantage. With the poker, I pull out a few stones that were underneath the flames and carefully put them into the towel, making sure they’re still good and hot. Putting my finger to them proves to be a very bad idea and I yelp, shaking my hand, even sticking the finger into my mouth to cool it down. Once it stops throbbing I stick the poker onto its holder and then bundle the rocks up, heading back to the bathroom. This time I knock three times before entering, trying to avert my gaze but failing miserably. I look back and forth from her face to the towel filled with hot stones, holding them out to her. ”They’re pretty hot so I bet they’ll warm the water up quickly, but just don’t touch them cause it hurts.” I hope and pray that my face isn’t as red as I’m sure it probably is, and maybe she won’t notice. It’s a long shot but I’m sure she’s already figured it out. Regardless, a faint grin comes to my face. ”You look quite lovely today.”

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Last Edit: Jan 6, 2014 8:33:52 GMT -5 by semper

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