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Stubborn Love :: [Uno Blitz] Feb 16, 2014 11:35:56 GMT -5

Post by L△LIA on Feb 16, 2014 11:35:56 GMT -5

( N I N O R I P L E Y )

and i don't blame you, dear
for running like you did
all these years
i would do the same
you best believe

"Hey!" Pause. "No. That's not it. Sup? Hi. Hi-ya. Good afternoon. Shalom." Deep breath. Cue ultimate voice of seduction. "Hello, gorgeous," I give the tree in front of me the most devastatingly heartkiller, smoldering stare I can manage before promptly banging my head against the trunk. "Absolutely not, Nino Ripley. Don't you dare." Bam. Bam. Bam. Over and over, for about two minutes, I do nothing but whine in frustration with myself as I thunk my forehead against the tree. It takes me that long to realize that I'm not doing myself any favors by imprinting a bright red bark pattern onto my face. When I finally stop, I am still not the least bit enlightened about what I should say after knocking on the Libertine's door and coming face-to-face with my dream girl for the first time since confessing my dramatic, undying love for her and not getting shot down for it. "I thought I should stop by to make sure you haven't changed your mind about me —" It may have taken seventeen years, but she kissed me back and, oh god oh god oh god, as if I have any clue what to do with myself now. "— wait. What?! Oh no, don't say that. Why would I say that?! This is the worst idea of my life." Honestly, I had almost given up hope for her to ever see me as anything other than an annoying brother and it's a strange thing to spend a lifetime meaning one thing to a person, only to wake up the next day as something entirely new.

I'd still take all of it, she said.

Lovesick courage battles off my fear as an idiot-grin takes over my entire face at the mere thought of her words. All of me — even this nervous, nonsensical babbling I've been cranking out for the past twenty minutes — she swore she wants everything I have, even though it's clearly not a lot. My eyes turn into little upside down smiles that still feel right-side up and I start jumping in place on my toes, psyching myself up once more. "Come! On! Ripley!" Suddenly I'm doing jumping jacks and push-ups against the brick wall of the pawn shop. "You! Can! Do! This!" And, awww yeahhh, I believe it to the point of punching the air in victory. If Ursula Goddess-Of-My-Stupid-Heart-And-All-Things-I-Ever-Thought-To-Be-Impossible-But-Daydreamed-About-Anyway Libertine looked me in the eye and kissed me back, then I can knock on a door. Oh, just you watch how good I'm going to knock on this goddamn door! "Gonna knock it out! K. O., baby!" To the disbelief of the empty air around me that witnessed the last half hour of my panic-stricken life, I do. My knuckles rap — bam bam bam — against the door, just like the nice old tree over there taught me, only it feels much better now that I'm not using my forehead. Nailed it! Still, after all that, when the knob turns and I'm finally face-to-face with Ursula, I can't help being completely, utterly, idiotically speechless over her.

Last Edit: Feb 16, 2014 11:40:19 GMT -5 by L△LIA

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Stubborn Love :: [Uno Blitz] Feb 22, 2014 3:22:47 GMT -5

Post by chelsey on Feb 22, 2014 3:22:47 GMT -5

U R S U L A L I B E R T I N E

OPEN THE GODDAMN DOOR, URSULA.

It's idiotic and ridiculous and trifling, but as much as I don't want to admit it, I want to see Nino. It's simple enough, and I've admitted more dramatic things than that to myself, and yet allowing myself to want this one request makes me feel giddy and weak all at the same time - and, god, do I hate Ripley for it.

I hate his stupid face, and I hate his stupid lips, and I hate his stupid voice, and I hate his stupid hands. I hate, I hate, I hate -

The way he makes me feel is addicting - it hurts to be with him, and it hurts to be without him. How did he cope with these feelings for the past seventeen years?

Goddammit, Ursula, open the door, or walk away, open the door, or walk away-

My hand rests on the door knob, and while the exterior of my body remains at a standstill, my insides are struggling against each other. My urge to see Nino tenses against my urge to wait for him to come see me, and this inner fight is a losing battle for both sides.

That last night on the roof buried the chasm that was fractured between us for over a year. Now, I'm not really sure what exactly Ripley expects of me. I've never been one much for falling in love - never mind, falling in love with a Ripley. On that night, he told me that the way he felt for me was the same way his father felt for his mother. I'm not sure what scares me more: that his confession will make it hurt all the more worse when I break his heart, or that he compared me to his mother.

But, I don't want to break Nino Ripley's heart. Despite all the dirt engrained in his hands and all the storms huddled in his mind, I'd want to preserve whatever shards are left of his fractured heart. And maybe that is exactly why I'm so pulled to him - it's easier to forget how broken you are when you keep someone around who is even more broken than you.

I'm no decent human being, though. I am Ursula Libertine, I was born into a life destined for deals and destruction, I manifest disaster simply by uttering a few words, I am shaped by my own tragedies and the tradies that I inflict upon others, I am a spawn of darkness, and no light - not even the flickering one of Nino Ripley's - can save me.

That thought itself is almost enough to pull me away from the door. Almost.

When someone knocks on the door, I already know it's him before I open it.

"Hey there, stranger."

Coming face to face with him is enough to make me hope that this time it'll be different.

"Isn't this the point of being young?"

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Stubborn Love :: [Uno Blitz] Feb 22, 2014 11:13:48 GMT -5

Post by L△LIA on Feb 22, 2014 11:13:48 GMT -5

( N I N O R I P L E Y )

because i can see us holding hands
walking on the beach, our toes in the sand
i can see us on the country side
sitting in the grass laying side by side

The first thing that happens is this nervous, inane, intensely giddy gurgle of laughter sort of spins around in my throat for a minute. It's a little bit the same way a baby bird who can't fly might whirl in pathetic circles on the ground, flipped over on its head so that it definitely wouldn't be going any direction like up, but for some reason a girl out there would still think it was adorable just because at the end of the day it's a small animal, whose new feathers are close enough to fluffy to win it infinite points in the cute column. I run a hand through my hair, wondering if it's fluffy enough right now for that failure of sound to count as endearing. Either way, my blood was already pretty dizzy from all those push-ups and jumping jacks, so now that Ursula is actually standing here with me, what I really ought to be worried about is the way my heart is hurling itself against the walls of my ribcage, desperately trying to get out, just so it can have the privilege of falling at her feet. Breathe, Ripley! The world isn't ending, it's beginning. "I demand a date."

Somehow I manage to give my stupid, lovesick grin a cocky twist in the corners as I make a grab for her hand, pulling her out from that doorway of indecision and into the early afternoon daylight of a whole new world. The door clicks shut behind her and my greedy thumb slides across her knuckles, back and forth as if counting them and then feeling the need to double check just to be sure all four are really there. Her own hair doesn't look fluffy, it's just unbelievably pale and bright in the sun — not so blinding as to make it impossible to look at her, but enough that a guy's eyes start to hurt from staring. Even when I blink and she disappears for that fraction of a second, I can still tell she's a pretty girl. She just smells like one. Some kind of flowers or sweet cooking spices or extra clean soap or whatever it is that makes girls smell like girls is threaded through the air and it's intoxicating enough to make me gutsy, so I drop her hand and throw my arm around her shoulders instead. "Come on —" There is an inner voice that says, Nino, there's nothing gutsy about it if you're putting your arm around a girl you already know likes you back, but that voice doesn't know what it's talking about because I could go crazy from all the adrenaline pumping through me right now. "— we've got places to go." It's just that I desperately want to be sane, because I don't want to find out I'm hallucinating all of this any more than I want to be a baby bird spinning circles on its own head.

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