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eternal
“Your eyes are…”
There’s a long pause before he’s able to finish this. She smiles expectantly at him, somehow benign and patronizing at the same time. Like an older sister, but definitely sexier.
“Eternal,” he finally settles on. The very eyes he was just pondering turn sad.
“If you only knew,” she murmurs. Then she shakes herself. “C’mon, let’s grab something to eat.
Posted By Julia A. On 03.13.2013 @ 4:05 pm
tales
I know this one has come up before, because I used it as the bio on my deviantART for a while. Done with these recycled words.
Posted By Julia A. On 03.11.2013 @ 2:53 pm
withered
Erika very slowly, very carefully sat down beneath the withered maple tree. When she was finally sitting, she sighed and leaned her white head back against the bark.
“Good morning, dear,” she whispered. “Winter’s almost over.”
Posted By Julia A. On 03.10.2013 @ 6:44 pm
signals
“I’m getting mixed signals from you, dude.”
James blushed furiously. “You’re not getting any signals at all!”
“See, let’s take that phrase for example,” Mike continued. “I could take that as, ‘I’m not sending you any signals, Mike, stop being such a freak.’ But you know what, it could also mean, ‘I’m sending you all SORTS of fucking signals, Mike, quit being so dense and just kiss me already!” James grew redder and redder under Mike’s frank stare. “Do you see the dilemma I’m having here?”
Posted By Julia A. On 03.06.2013 @ 1:09 pm
flames
Astor held his breath and waited for the flames that wouldn’t come. Not this time.
“Please. Please. Tobes.”
Posted By Julia A. On 03.05.2013 @ 11:51 am
lamb
In like a lion, out like a lamb. That’s how this crazy month of March is supposed to go.
The funny thing about that is that here in Buffalo, that’s pretty much guaranteed to not happen at all whatsoever. In like a polar bear, out like a polar bear. The lamb probably won’t get here until I’m about to leave. Maybe I’m the proverbial lion being ushered out of its wintery prison.
Posted By Julia A. On 03.04.2013 @ 1:34 pm
weakling
“He wouldn’t even fight us, you know.” He smirked when the phoenix stopped struggling against his bonds. He heard the breath catch in his throat. “Your friend, I mean. He hid from us. Behind his illusions, under your bed. Like a kid. Like a /weakling.”/ He could see the tension in the old man’s jaw and the quiver in his hands. He bent so that his eyes were level with his captive’s. “When I shoved that wooden stake through his beating heart you should’ve heard him /scream.”/
Posted By Julia A. On 03.03.2013 @ 4:28 pm
“Weakling. Get up.”
Astor chuckled, wiping the blood from his lip; if his opponent would only stop to look, he’d notice that it was already healed.
I was going to think of some biting comeback but then I took a shot to the ego, so never mind.
Posted By Julia A. On 03.03.2013 @ 3:42 pm
knock
“What is the meaning of this?” he roared. Erika closed her eyes and took a breath before standing to meet his gaze, her icy eyes challenging his blazing ones.
“What, do I no longer have the courtesy of a knock?” she asked, as cool as if inquiring about the weather.
“You have shamed me.” He was trembling. “You rotten whore, do you know what you’ve done?”
“I have loved, Sigurd.” Unflinching. Unwavering. Unnerving. “I feel guiltier for marrying you than I do for loving him.”
Posted By Julia A. On 02.27.2013 @ 6:16 pm
bleeding
Caius was bleeding all over the freshly waxed floor in the hallway outside of Tobias’s office. His wrists gushed deep, startling red; as red as his face was white, as his lips were blue. In the very back of his mind, Tobias thought how strange it was that so many countries chose for their flags the colours of death.
Posted By Julia A. On 02.26.2013 @ 2:13 pm
startled
Tobias didn’t tend to get startled anymore.
He’d been pretty difficult to startle in the first place, but after being around someone for a few decades, let alone a few centuries, there was only so much you could remain unaccustomed to.
Looking down from above, watching Astor’s tortured eyes as he held the wooden stake in his shaking hands. That was the first time in centuries Tobias could say with confidence that he had been well and truly startled.
Posted By Julia A. On 02.25.2013 @ 2:52 pm
stalled
The engine stalled. Grantaire groaned dramatically and slid down the passenger’s seat until he was very nearly crumpled into his tiny amount of floorspace, but Enjolras merely furrowed his brow a bit.
“C’mon, Pat, you know you’ve got it in you…” he murmured to the ancient red jeep, giving the dash a little pat.
“It’s useless. We’re doomed. Forever,” Grantaire slurred, rolling over so that his face was on the cushion where his butt belonged.
“Shut up and put your seatbelt on,” Enjolras said without turning to look at the forlorn drunkard. He was staring at the steering wheel in a way that would have made you believe that those sharp blue eyes were penetrating the car’s soul. He was staring at the steering wheel in a way that would convince you that the car HAD a soul.
“C’mon, Patria.”
He turned the key again. The engine roared to life. His lips twitched into an almost-smile.
“That’s my girl.”
Posted By Julia A. On 02.22.2013 @ 7:04 pm
leathery
“What an awkward word,” Erika shuddered, reaching up out of the text box to poke at it. Gavrouche smirked while she bent the rules.
“I’ve got a few ideas for it, but Julia won’t let me use ‘em.”
Erika rolled her eyes and tugged at the y until it broke off the end of the word. “There. Leather’s much better. Now I can talk about the nice leather sandals I got the other day.”
“Revolutionary, hon. Very interesting.”
Posted By Julia A. On 02.21.2013 @ 4:16 pm
weathered
Astor turned the weathered old hand over in his own, his smile for once less zany and more placid. Tobias closed his eyes and burrowed himself further under his covers, but left the weathered old hand in his best friend’s.
“Y’know, we two’ve been through a lot, but lookin, you’d think only you knew it.”
“I think that was a creative way of telling me that I look old,” Tobias murmured, already half asleep. “In which case, fuck you.”
Astor chuckled. ” ‘Night, you old fogey.”
Posted By Julia A. On 02.20.2013 @ 4:32 pm
grasped
Astor grasped Tobias’s hand tightly. “Not this time, bud. This time it’s all or nothin. Both or neither. I jump you jump.”
“You know, there was a time when I didn’t think we could get any gayer,” Tobias cracked dryly, squeezing Astor’s hand back. “But yes. All right.”
Posted By Julia A. On 02.19.2013 @ 2:19 pm
fatigue
I’m fuckin exhausted, but not in the way you usually are. Not, like, physically tired. I don’t feel a particularly desperate need for sleep or even rest, really. I need a break from people, that’s all. Well. A person.
Posted By Julia A. On 02.16.2013 @ 2:18 pm
sanctity
They tell me that if I marry him it’ll take away the sanctity of marriage.
I don’t really understand that myself. What’s so sacred about any marriage? The fact that it’s presided over by a religious figure? You can get married by a guy dressed up as Elvis in under fifteen minutes. The fact that it produces children? I could do that if I wanted to, and I wouldn’t even need to consult the wannabe Elvis. So really, I’m curious, what is so sacred about marriage as it exists in your country today?
Don’t come to me with your arguments about sanctity. All they’ll convince me of is that I understand the nature true love better than you ever will.
Posted By Julia A. On 02.14.2013 @ 2:17 pm
willed
Erika willed her countenance into something calm. No one would ever have guessed from looking at her how mortified she was, how nervous and restless. “Who told you that?” she asked, raising her eyebrows.
Posted By Julia A. On 02.15.2013 @ 2:56 pm
growing
In spite of himself, in spite of all the concentration and effort and passion he was pouring into the movement, he couldn’t deny that that stupid winecask Grantaire was growing on him. Enjolras could try to distract himself in any way he could imagine, he could pour every ounce of energy he had into rallying the people to revolt, yet still, on the very edges of his vision, those wild, dark curls and that saucy, shit-eating grin would appear through the red haze of the revolution. Would try to convince him to slow down, to be young while he still could. But constant as it was, it would not prove enough until the very end.
Posted By Julia A. On 02.08.2013 @ 12:01 pm
salesman
“Dude have you read Death of a Salesman? Some sad fucking shit right there. Just, ugh. The futility of the American dream and all that. Fuckin heavy man. Fuck.”
“Why did you even bring that up?”
“Depressed.”
“Oh.”
Posted By Julia A. On 02.07.2013 @ 3:49 pm
claims
“He claims to have made out with Shakespeare but I still don’t believe it.”
“Astor, you were THERE. And I didn’t make out with him, he was drunk and he -”
“You made out with him. You made out with William Shakespeare.”
“Wh – two seconds ago you said you didn’t believe me.”
“The word was ‘claims’ I panicked I had to say something.”
Posted By Julia A. On 02.06.2013 @ 5:16 pm
think
“I don’t know what to think, Jonboy.”
He swallowed. “I could, um. I could go.”
She was very suddenly clutching his sleeve. His heart jumped to his throat.
“Don’t. God, please, I need you here for this.”
For a moment he could only helplessly look down at her and wish he could take the pain and indecision she was feeling and absorb it himself, just so she wouldn’t look so distraught. Then he gathered her up in the tightest hug he could give.
Posted By Julia A. On 02.05.2013 @ 5:43 pm
husband
“You’re – you’re my /husband!”/ she finally yelled, her eternal poise finally falling away with the weight of her anger.
He couldn’t meet her eyes, and he didn’t reply. She looked quite a bit like she wanted to hit him, but she forced herself to be okay with tangling her hands in her hair.
“You /cannot/ think that this is a good idea! You’re going to go and get yourself killed out there, and what do you expect to happen then?”
Posted By Julia A. On 02.04.2013 @ 12:38 pm
murder
“Otto, what would you do if you thought maybe your boyfriend was… was only really interested in sex?”
“Commit murder.”
“Otto.”
“Commit mass murder. Kill him and also all of his friends. And his family.”
“Otto I’m being serious.”
“I’m sorry. I’m tired.”
Posted By Julia A. On 02.02.2013 @ 6:03 pm
features
Erika, with the blindness of a teenage girl, viewed her features as unremarkable. This didn’t bother her quite as much as it could have; it rather gave her a hobby in taking her ordinary appearance and making it into something worth looking at. It enlivened otherwise dull mornings with daily lessons in accentuating her good points, and as she grew older it became increasingly less clear whether she was growing more beautiful or simply more skilled at making herself seem so.
Posted By Julia A. On 02.01.2013 @ 8:39 am
swell
“Swell,” Otto replied with a grin, giving a jaunty little salute and turning to leave before Silas stopped him.
“God. Fucking. Damn it, Otto.”
The lanky dryad blinked at the sudden profanity issuing from the significantly smaller faun’s mouth. “Er. What?”
“You just said swell. /Swell./ How do you exist in this world?”
Otto laughed, that good, strong laugh that made Silas’s heart flutter. “It’s a mystery to more than just you, laddy.”
Posted By Julia A. On 01.31.2013 @ 7:10 am
visitor
“You have a visitor.”
Erika furrowed her brow and stood, smoothing the folds in her skirt and wondering who could be calling her of all people. She didn’t have many friends outside of Otto; she did not go out quite as much as her mother wished her to.
“Show them in, then,” she said, gesturing for Otto to do so.
When her servant stepped aside to allow her caller to come forward Erika’s heart leaped to her throat.
Posted By Julia A. On 01.29.2013 @ 7:36 am
cool
“Erry my love, did you know you’re the coolest?”
Erika rolled her eyes. Otto was always trying his very best to be the embarrassing older brother she’d never had. “I’m really not, you know. I have, like, four friends. And you hate two of them.”
“Ah, friends don’t make the cool, young padawan,” he said with a smirk. “It is a trait inherited by only a few.”
Erika scoffed. “I don’t think I inherited it.”
“Then you’re a wonderful anomaly. Or I’m rubbing off on you.”
Posted By Julia A. On 01.27.2013 @ 7:43 pm
speak
“Speak!” he shouted, but the trickster kept his mouth firmly shut. The demon glared at the stubborn captive for a moment before laughing bitterly. “You know that I’ll find out eventually, don’t you? You know that I’ll continue to possess and torture and kill every one of your friends that I have to in order to get this information. But the pain can stop here with you.” He traced Astor’s jaw with his knife. “If you tell me how the phoenix came back.”
Posted By Julia A. On 01.26.2013 @ 12:45 pm
