i [love] you [5] [danny]

i [love] you [5] [danny] Jan 3, 2012 3:17:21 GMT -5

Post by Arrow on Jan 3, 2012 3:17:21 GMT -5

I love you 1, a 2, a 3 shoebedoo, I love you 4, that's more than i can afford
MORGAINE SIMONETTE
And I can tell, someday, I'm gonna say the truth,

I love you 5.

She hated New Years. All the talk about fresh starts, it angered her. There's no fresh starts, in truth. And it annoys her to death how everybody is so excited about how a new year is here, a new start to a life, to fix issues they'd flawed in their lives in the year previous. It was all just so, well, overrated.
Against her better judgement, she was going to be in attendance to a party. She hadn't been invited, Nyklus had. Her boyfriend, and he questioned if his unknown to most girlfriend could tag along. Thankfully, the host wasn't a career. All the careers know her as the girl with the inured spine. She can't ever be a career. Everybody knows that. Even if her heart tells her to keep trying, her mind is screaming for her to stop.

Morgaine's haunting blue eyes gazed into the mirror. It was a large thing, reaching from the rough gray carpet to the popcorn ceiling on the soft blue wall in her bedroom. The reflective surface shown back a very edited version of herself. Her hair was done up, not like it normally was. She had spent time doing fancy waves and curls, unlike the soft ones in her natural hair. Now her hair rippled and cascaded down her lean body, looking healthier than it normally did. For the first time in a while she had applied makeup to her face. Black eyeliner, winged where the top line and bottom lines met. A soft shade of light pink lipstick applied to her thin lips. Black mascara making her eyelashes grow greatly in size. She wore some silver eyeshadow as well, making her eyelids shimmer. Foundation was rubbed all over her face, making her look even paler than before, but at least her skintone was now more even.

She wore a dress. It was something she had found laying on the street a while back. The beauty of it couldn't keep her away, she had to snatch it from where it lay on the brick sidewalk. The dress was strapless, and was a shade of emerald, her favorite color. The dress kept tight all the way down to just above her knees, where it fluttered out a few inches then the green material ended. When light hit it, the tiny sequins shown into it shone. She had slipped on a pair of her stepmother's hand me town silver heels, and she didn't look like the broken career Morgaine Simonette. She looked beautiful.

She took a deep breath, inhaling deeply and closing her made up eyes. For a while she just let herself stand there in her chilly bedroom, feeling the chilled air against her exposed skin. She couldn't think back to a time when she had worn something that showed this much of her. She just stood there, letting the feeling of the air cool her nervous skin calm her. She inhaled deeply again, exhaled, then opened up her eyes again. She was ready. She could do this. She walked back over to her small bed, where a small wallet was waiting for her. The brown leather was rough in her hand as she scooped it up from her bed. Inside was just a little bit of money. Enough for a few drinks.

The minute she locked her front door behind her, the nervousness crept back into her. She had to stop walking and close her eyes again. She felt her heart rate spike in her chest, it was thumping like Thumper. There was going to be no easy way to say what she had to say tonight. Everything could easily slip through her fingers when she said the two words she had to say. Her love. Everything that was healing that wound inside of her. Something only the feeling of love, the feeling of being wanted, could heal. Now, it was on the verge of being ripped even wider, gorging her scars even deeper. This could very well be the biggest night of Morgaine's lonely life. It was all resting on how he would react to those two words which were screaming to escape her lips.

The party was already in full swing by the time she had reached it. Before she was even inside, she could hear the hum of the music radiating from inside the house. She strode down the pathway to the front door, her silver heels clacking on the pavement. She could feel her heart fluttering in her chest, quickening with every step she got closer to that front door. Closer to the party. Closer to her undeniable fate.

Morgaine clasped her bony hand around the brass doorknob. It was cold, just like the brisk air on the final night of the year. The night was clear and dark, a dark inky color. Billions of tiny little lights twinkled in the clear sky. A cat's claw moon shone in the sky, silver and majestic. Morgaine yearned to stop and stare up, soak in the pure beauty of the New Year's night. Only, she had no time. She sighed. Morgaine took another deep inhale, and exhaled one final time before she turned the doorknob, swung open the door, and took the venture inside.

Bodies moved around her on all sides, to the beat of the music, or to their own mindless behaviors. She roughly shoved her way through them, until she was clear of the mass of bodies. Up on the kitchen floor there were less people, and there was a light source. The kitchen was elevated in the center of the room, whilst all around her people danced and moved. Drunken screams of happy new years could be heard all around. Morgaine had never been to an event like this before. She wasn't a social butterfly, after all.

Everything felt alien to her. She slipped her first beer, wanting this to go by quickly and painlessly. Maybe she'd wake up and not even remember what he said, or even remember him at all. That would help the pain, at least, if he rejected her after she spoke those words. Her hand around the red cup, her pale eyes scanned the throng of people around her for Nyklus. Her task was as difficult as sorting a needle from a haystack. There had to be hundreds of people here, and they were all pressed into each other in one tiny room. It was going to be very hard to sort out one face of the many in here.

She took another sip of her alcohol and continued to search the room for her significant other. With no sign of him, Morgaine was wondering if she should just give up. Too many people, not enough time. It was only ten minutes to midnight, and she needed to tell him right when the New Year began. It was her plan. Morgaine was a girl with a plan, and she had been rehearsing this one for days. Ever since she got the news, she had been brewing up ways to tell him in her mind. The party had been her golden ticket to reveal her big secret.

Time leaked out of her hands. Five more minutes ticked by. Five minutes until midnight, and she had still not seen hide nor head of Nyklus. She began to wonder if she had been stood up. How dare he? He was the one who invited her in the first place, and now he had the balls to leave her alone like this? Nyklus was fully aware she wasn't much of a socialite. Letting out an exasperated sigh, she let her back rest against one of the wooden columns and closed her eyes again. She wasn't going to waste anymore time looking for him. He could find her. She was in an obvious place to be seen. He could be anywhere in the mass of moving bodies below. All Nyklus would have to do was look up, and he'd see her. If he could recognize her. Morgaine was aware she didn't look like she normally did. She was very made up.

Three minutes till midnight. No midnight kiss, she expected. No revelations. No resolutions. No Nyklus. This New Years was looking like it was going to suck. Horribly. All Morgaine could do was roll her eyes. It seemed like life never gave her a happy day.

i [love] you [5] [danny] Jan 3, 2012 15:56:44 GMT -5

Post by {danny} on Jan 3, 2012 15:56:44 GMT -5

we cut the legs off of our pants, threw our shoes into the ocean.
sit back & wave threw the daylight, sit back & wave threw the daylight.

slip & slide on subway grates, these shoes are poor man's ice-skates.
fall through like change in the daylight, fall through like change in the daylight.

nyklus moalkis--seventeen.

No more light. The skies were permanently abducted by glittery specks and a white pumpkin. No, the sun couldn't come back for another twelve hours, the sun never got to celebrate New Year's. Nyklus didn't care though, he was used to running outside in the dark, underneath the stars, right when the clock struck 12. Right now, it was 11. Nyklus didn't want to go to the party. Sure, he had asked Morgaine to go, but would he really be missed? Morgaine can find other people to hang out with, and life will be easy if he never talks to her again. No, he's a man though, he made a promise to himself. Somehow, he seemed like his life depended on three words, whether he said them or not.
But he knew deep down, he was going to say them. I can't do it. I know that I'll tear her apart... but I'm already tearing myself apart. Breath by breath - since he couldn't find anything else about him that felt human - he measured time. Not by steps, not by blinks, or seconds, minutes. Not looking at the clock, he suspected it was 11:30. He has to leave soon, but he decided to wait fifty breaths.

One breath. Morgaine. That's all he cares about. Her. He worries about breaking her - like a valuable item put together by a five year old - even the slightest pressure might make her fall into pieces. Seven breaths. Now, he worries about himself. What will she think of him? A liar. Disgusting was what he thought of himself. He lost her virginity to her, just to prove people he wasn't something he believed was worse than anything else. All along, he cared about his image to everyone. Twenty-two breaths. Putting his shoes on, he realized he put himself in this position. No one else but him. Not his dad, or his mom, or his drunkard friends that invited him to his party, and most certainly Morgaine. This one was on him. All him.
Thirty breaths. "MOM, DAD, I'M GOING OUT!" He wasn't leaving yet, but he would be soon. He stepped outside and the temperature greeted him, though it wasn't a surprise, he knew that it was cold, snow could fall, it probably will. He wore a heavy jacket. Forty-six breaths. That was enough for him to leave.

Then the butterflies kicked in.

Not the kind you would get if you were nervous, or the kind someone got if they had "pre-game jitters". It was the kind of knot in your stomach you get when you know you were going to let people down. Looking down at his watch - yes it had been there before - he saw it was 11:45. Fifteen minutes, that's all it would take, then he would tell her. He stared jogging, in front of him, his guide was the street-lights and the white air from his breath.

He got to the party with five minutes to spare, but he was only outside the house, and it was already buzzing with people. Looking inside, he couldn't see a thing - he had to use his voice "MORGAINE! MORGAINE! MORGAINE!" There she was. She looked beautiful. The dress made her skin glow and her hair look like it belonged to an angel.