Post by turner on Jul 7, 2011 11:40:34 GMT -5
turner elijah carrow
eighteen , hufflepuff , freshman , harry styles , canon
name:
"turner elijah carrow."
nicknames:
"turn, turns, turninator.. have at it, mate. get creative, yeah?"
age:
"eighteen. fuck yeaaah."
house:
"hufflepuff. my family thinks i'm adopted."
occupation:
"er.. undecided. can i say that?"
blood status:
"pureblood. haters gonna hate, mate."
wand:
"fourteen and a half cherry wood, with unicorn hair. s'nice, i suppose."
relationship status:
"single and ready to mingle.. that's how the phrase goes, right?"
"turner elijah carrow."
nicknames:
"turn, turns, turninator.. have at it, mate. get creative, yeah?"
age:
"eighteen. fuck yeaaah."
house:
"hufflepuff. my family thinks i'm adopted."
occupation:
"er.. undecided. can i say that?"
blood status:
"pureblood. haters gonna hate, mate."
wand:
"fourteen and a half cherry wood, with unicorn hair. s'nice, i suppose."
relationship status:
"single and ready to mingle.. that's how the phrase goes, right?"
play-by:
harry styles.
hair color:
"my hairs brown, obviously. dunno the exact shade or whatever.. i guess it's sorta like a tree. a fucking brilliant tree, though. not one of those old dying ones."
eye color:
"er.. brown. i think. let me go check."
distinguishing features:
"distinguishing features? jesus.. well, er, i guess my hair. it's wicked curly and wild, as you probably noticed, and i just let it like.. dunno. grow where it wants. it's ace, and the girls fancy it. s'not quite an afro, but like, almost better than one. it gets cut exactly two times a year: and that's when i go home for the holidays and my mum makes me. even though i'm done with hogwarts, cos i'm the youngest, i still get babied quite a bit."
style:
"weeeell.. my style. right. s'sort of unique, i suppose. i like doing loads of layers, which looks pretty decent, and i can like shed them if i need to. don't get me wrong, though, i sorta like to look nice. most lads i know just throw on random shit.. but dunno. not me. i've got a thing for vests, so i've got massive amounts of those. i'm crazy 'bout wearing sweatshirts, even when it's not cold, so i'll always have one of those on. i'll usually wear sagging jeans or chinos, a clunky pair of nike shoes.. i just do my own thing. y'know? people seem to be fond of it, so even if i'm well shit at describing it, it seems to work."
harry styles.
hair color:
"my hairs brown, obviously. dunno the exact shade or whatever.. i guess it's sorta like a tree. a fucking brilliant tree, though. not one of those old dying ones."
eye color:
"er.. brown. i think. let me go check."
distinguishing features:
"distinguishing features? jesus.. well, er, i guess my hair. it's wicked curly and wild, as you probably noticed, and i just let it like.. dunno. grow where it wants. it's ace, and the girls fancy it. s'not quite an afro, but like, almost better than one. it gets cut exactly two times a year: and that's when i go home for the holidays and my mum makes me. even though i'm done with hogwarts, cos i'm the youngest, i still get babied quite a bit."
style:
"weeeell.. my style. right. s'sort of unique, i suppose. i like doing loads of layers, which looks pretty decent, and i can like shed them if i need to. don't get me wrong, though, i sorta like to look nice. most lads i know just throw on random shit.. but dunno. not me. i've got a thing for vests, so i've got massive amounts of those. i'm crazy 'bout wearing sweatshirts, even when it's not cold, so i'll always have one of those on. i'll usually wear sagging jeans or chinos, a clunky pair of nike shoes.. i just do my own thing. y'know? people seem to be fond of it, so even if i'm well shit at describing it, it seems to work."
likes:
"joking around, my family, dogs, pranks, being wild, fancy cars, steak, playing quidditch, fizzy water, loud music, playing games, girls, being a bit reckless, animals in general, spicy food, taking risks, spellotape, and muggle candy."
dislikes:
"being dyslexic, my family, death, car crashes, losing fights, people who break promises, being alone, whispering, being serious, arrogant people, strict professors, reading, and cutting my hair."
strengths:
"christ. enough with the hard questions.. well, i'm friendly, i suppose. pretty out-going, actually; i reckon i could chat it up with a rock, s'long as she's good looking. kidding. er.. i'm fun to be 'round. i make jokes. i'm pretty defensive of my family and mates, so if you give them shit, then i'll fight you in seconds, man. i get into loads of fights. i'm brilliant with animals, which i suppose is alright, cos i love dogs and stuff. and most importantly, i'm well handsome, which is probably my biggest strength. i'm good with sarcasm, like you just saw there. er.. i joke a lot, but i'm not actually conceited or anythin'. i work hard most of the time. dunno. i'm reckon i'm an all around lad, yeah?"
weaknesses:
"well. i'm a bit of a headcase sometimes, which basically is cos i'm super impulsive. like.. s'a bit of a problem, really. i don't quite like to mull things over, so i tend to do loads of massively stupid stuffs, just cos i don't give myself the time to think 'bout it. i just told you i get in loads of fights, 'specially when you give shit to my mates.. but i'm rubbish at fighting. absolute rubbish. er.. let's see. i pretend i'm a badass most of the time, cos i sort of am, but i'm mostly not. i'm actually well sensitive, so if you're one of my family members, then you know i cry loads. i don't hold grudges, even though i know i should, just cos i forget about them. i've got a shit memory. i trust people too much, i suppose, and force them to make pinky promises with me. 'cept, those usually tend to get broken. i don't quite know what's good for me most of the time.. so i get carried away quite often. like i said, i'm a bit of a headcase. i'm workin' on it, though."
fears:
"er.. i'm scared of losing another sibling. cos like.. that was shit. actually.. it still is shit. but.. erm.. anyways. right.. i'm afraid of my family falling apart. cos like.. even though they're well annoying and it's easy to get mad at them.. i still love them. obviously. i was the first one to like.. forgive katerina. and going on with the family thing, i'm also afraid they'll disown me someday. i mean.. i'm in hufflepuff, for fucks sake. not that i mind, but i know they do. as you can see, my family causes loads of issues in my life. but.. i'm also afraid that like, dunno. i'll die and be a nobody. i wanna die like kat-- shit, i didn't mean that. i just mean.. i don't wanna die in a nursing home, or live to be a hundred. i wanna like.. go down doing something cool. like saving someone's life. y'know? s'not death so much that scares me, but the aftermath. but that'd be a badass aftermath."
dreams:
"dreams, dreams.. okay, this is gonna sound well weird. and a bit crazy, but this is a bit of a secret, so you're not to say anything. i've always wanted to.. er.. be a dog. like.. well there, i said it. i mean.. dunno. dogs just have it so easy, y'know? they can do whatever the piss they want, get away with it, and still be fed and petted at the end of the day. sounds like the fucking life, mate. but besides that.. i want my family to be fixed. and not so fucked up anymore. and i'd like to be happy. i don't quite know how i'll be happy, but i just wanna be it."
secrets:
"i'm working on becoming an animagus. cos it'd fulfill the dog thing.. which would be fucking amazing. dunno what kind of dog i'd want to be, but it'd have to be a medium size, and be black and have massive curly fur. like my hair. er.. but other secrets. i don't really got none.. my grammar sucks, but that's no secret. i suppose i'm not as badass as i seem, considering i'm rather sensitive.. which i guess could count as a secret."
personality:
"fucking hell. this thing is taking fucking ages.. well, i'll give you an overview. let's keep it short, yeah? i'm reckless. a bit of a headjob. i do things that aren't good for me, but s'not quite on purpose, cos i'm too impulsive to think 'em through. i'm a bit of a disgrace to my family, cos i'm the only hufflepuff they've had in.. ever, i reckon. i'm funny. i have loads of friends. i talk with a semi-shitty bit of a peasant accent, which no one is quite sure how i got. i have trouble taking things seriously. i have trouble focusing in class, and i hate being stuck in classrooms. which is well ironic, actually, considering i'm at this university.. but anyways. er. i get along with everyone, really. if you diss my family, you're as good as dead. i mean.. in my mind. i'm actually a shit fighter, one of the worst out there, so i tend to get my ass kicked loads. back at hogwarts, the nurse and i were quite chummy. 'course, i can't even remember her name, cos my memory is shit. er.. but i reckon i've got a decent personality. all things considered, i mean. i like to think of myself as that black, curly furred dog that i wanna be.. i'm wicked friendly and fun to be around, but if you prodding my pups or mates, then i'm gonna bite you. it makes sense, yeah?"
"joking around, my family, dogs, pranks, being wild, fancy cars, steak, playing quidditch, fizzy water, loud music, playing games, girls, being a bit reckless, animals in general, spicy food, taking risks, spellotape, and muggle candy."
dislikes:
"being dyslexic, my family, death, car crashes, losing fights, people who break promises, being alone, whispering, being serious, arrogant people, strict professors, reading, and cutting my hair."
strengths:
"christ. enough with the hard questions.. well, i'm friendly, i suppose. pretty out-going, actually; i reckon i could chat it up with a rock, s'long as she's good looking. kidding. er.. i'm fun to be 'round. i make jokes. i'm pretty defensive of my family and mates, so if you give them shit, then i'll fight you in seconds, man. i get into loads of fights. i'm brilliant with animals, which i suppose is alright, cos i love dogs and stuff. and most importantly, i'm well handsome, which is probably my biggest strength. i'm good with sarcasm, like you just saw there. er.. i joke a lot, but i'm not actually conceited or anythin'. i work hard most of the time. dunno. i'm reckon i'm an all around lad, yeah?"
weaknesses:
"well. i'm a bit of a headcase sometimes, which basically is cos i'm super impulsive. like.. s'a bit of a problem, really. i don't quite like to mull things over, so i tend to do loads of massively stupid stuffs, just cos i don't give myself the time to think 'bout it. i just told you i get in loads of fights, 'specially when you give shit to my mates.. but i'm rubbish at fighting. absolute rubbish. er.. let's see. i pretend i'm a badass most of the time, cos i sort of am, but i'm mostly not. i'm actually well sensitive, so if you're one of my family members, then you know i cry loads. i don't hold grudges, even though i know i should, just cos i forget about them. i've got a shit memory. i trust people too much, i suppose, and force them to make pinky promises with me. 'cept, those usually tend to get broken. i don't quite know what's good for me most of the time.. so i get carried away quite often. like i said, i'm a bit of a headcase. i'm workin' on it, though."
fears:
"er.. i'm scared of losing another sibling. cos like.. that was shit. actually.. it still is shit. but.. erm.. anyways. right.. i'm afraid of my family falling apart. cos like.. even though they're well annoying and it's easy to get mad at them.. i still love them. obviously. i was the first one to like.. forgive katerina. and going on with the family thing, i'm also afraid they'll disown me someday. i mean.. i'm in hufflepuff, for fucks sake. not that i mind, but i know they do. as you can see, my family causes loads of issues in my life. but.. i'm also afraid that like, dunno. i'll die and be a nobody. i wanna die like kat-- shit, i didn't mean that. i just mean.. i don't wanna die in a nursing home, or live to be a hundred. i wanna like.. go down doing something cool. like saving someone's life. y'know? s'not death so much that scares me, but the aftermath. but that'd be a badass aftermath."
dreams:
"dreams, dreams.. okay, this is gonna sound well weird. and a bit crazy, but this is a bit of a secret, so you're not to say anything. i've always wanted to.. er.. be a dog. like.. well there, i said it. i mean.. dunno. dogs just have it so easy, y'know? they can do whatever the piss they want, get away with it, and still be fed and petted at the end of the day. sounds like the fucking life, mate. but besides that.. i want my family to be fixed. and not so fucked up anymore. and i'd like to be happy. i don't quite know how i'll be happy, but i just wanna be it."
secrets:
"i'm working on becoming an animagus. cos it'd fulfill the dog thing.. which would be fucking amazing. dunno what kind of dog i'd want to be, but it'd have to be a medium size, and be black and have massive curly fur. like my hair. er.. but other secrets. i don't really got none.. my grammar sucks, but that's no secret. i suppose i'm not as badass as i seem, considering i'm rather sensitive.. which i guess could count as a secret."
personality:
"fucking hell. this thing is taking fucking ages.. well, i'll give you an overview. let's keep it short, yeah? i'm reckless. a bit of a headjob. i do things that aren't good for me, but s'not quite on purpose, cos i'm too impulsive to think 'em through. i'm a bit of a disgrace to my family, cos i'm the only hufflepuff they've had in.. ever, i reckon. i'm funny. i have loads of friends. i talk with a semi-shitty bit of a peasant accent, which no one is quite sure how i got. i have trouble taking things seriously. i have trouble focusing in class, and i hate being stuck in classrooms. which is well ironic, actually, considering i'm at this university.. but anyways. er. i get along with everyone, really. if you diss my family, you're as good as dead. i mean.. in my mind. i'm actually a shit fighter, one of the worst out there, so i tend to get my ass kicked loads. back at hogwarts, the nurse and i were quite chummy. 'course, i can't even remember her name, cos my memory is shit. er.. but i reckon i've got a decent personality. all things considered, i mean. i like to think of myself as that black, curly furred dog that i wanna be.. i'm wicked friendly and fun to be around, but if you prodding my pups or mates, then i'm gonna bite you. it makes sense, yeah?"
parents:
"michael carrow and karina lestrange. s'much as i whine 'bout my family, they're quite alright."
siblings:
"let's see. first there's aiden, who's a bit of a twat, but he's got a wicked car so i'm nice to him. kidding. then there's embry, who i don't mind.. and then comes katerina.and katherine. though they tortured me when i was little, the twins were my favorites.. and then comes me. the baby of the family."
others:
"i've got loads of cousins.. but i'm too lazy to name them all. i'm half carrow, half lestrange. do the maths yourself, yeah?"
history:
"this better be the last question. i mean.. honestly. i'm gonna go pass out after i finish writing this. right. so. i think i'll.. start backwards, just to shake things up a bit. ace? ace. so this year, me, turner elijah carrow, am eighteen years old. i'm a freshman, and in hufflepuff. i reckon this years gonna be alright, but not as good as my years at hogwarts, just cos.. well. no point in beating 'round the bush. my sister died. nah, she didn't die- she was killed. by some massive idiot in a truck. but like.. it fucking sucks. my family always got on quite well, despite our occasional problems, but like.. this wasn't an occasional problem. it was a big one. and unlike most of our petty arguments, it was easy to look at this problem, and instantly find out who's fault it was. er.. and i suppose it was katerina's fault.
so 'course, everyone gets pissed at her. which.. gah. dunno. was, and is, well shitty if you ask me. everyone spent the first few days dealing with it in their own ways, and for me, that was crying my eyes out. and wearing her favorite pink sweatshirt 'round the house, but that's not quite relevant. at any rate.. it took days, if not weeks for people to begin to acknowledge katerina. which, like i said, is bollocks, cos katerina was her fucking twin. i mean.. why'd they gotta go and do that? see, as you might be able to tell, i'm not.. mad at katerina. i.. i needed my time, yeah, to think 'bout what had happened and how katerina had convinced katherine to sneak out, but.. i used my time well. sorted myself out. lucky for katerina, i can't hold a grudge to save my fucking life, so i sorta.. dunno. didn't treat her like she was the fucking plague. cos.. she and katherine were always my favorites, and i couldn't bear to see her all upset and stuffs. i've always thought my family hated me a bit, but i'm not gonna be terrible to kates just cos they want me to. it took me awhile, but i like to think we're sorta.. normal, now. i try and take care of her, she tries to take care of me.and we both miss the hell out of katherine. just how it should be.
but.. before katherine (jesus, i hate how my life now is split into before and after she died), things were rather normal. as most kids do, i loved my time at hogwarts. when i was sorted into hufflepuff first year, okay, i admit i felt like a bit of a trader. but then.. dunno, i sucked it up and moved on. cos why the fuck does it matter, really? everyone already knows i'm like.. the white sheep of my family. i tend to give them a reputation they don't want, especially for a pureblood, elite family. so why freak out over it? i made loads of friends during my first few years; i even picked up my first girlfriend in second year. told yous the girls love my hair. it didn't last, obviously, but that was the start. i'm not quite a manwhore or whatever, but i've snogged a decent amount of girls. i actually lost my virginity in fourth year to a girl who was in seventh year at the time (i'm telling you, my hair works freaking magic), and since then have been all over the place with relationships. i started going to parties at hogwarts, fucking loved them, and am now wicked at dancing, holding down alcohol, and flirting. i'm not quite a ladies man, but i suppose i'm the next best thing. er.. not to sound conceited, or anythin'.
so hogwarts was good. i admit, i just scraped by each year, but i was rather pleased with it. i've got dyslexia, which basically means my brain jumbles up letters and shit, so i've always had trouble reading and writing. which naturally, is a bit of a problem. but like i've said, i've got all kinds of friends, so there were definitely a few who did a decent amount of work for me. i didn't rip them off, though- i repaid them how they wanted to be paid. i mean.. dunno. different people are good at different things, so i think it's well stupid that everyone in my family is expected to pass hogwarts with flying colors. i mean.. jesus. it was hard. my professors were alright with me; sometimes they found me and my pranks a bit annoying, but most found me sort of charming, though my rubbish grades put them off from liking me entirely.
that's school, i guess.. and then there were my younger years. when i grew up. i was born on december third and always lived in england. cos i'm the youngest, i've always been treated as the adorable, cheeky baby. sure, there was a point in time where i actually was a baby, but even now, i get treated like i'm a boy despite the fact i've long outgrown that physical stage. at any rate, though, i fucking loved my childhood. by the time my parents got to me, they were so done with raising kids, that i could get away with bloody murder and get outta it without a hinge. i guess their lenience could technically like, be the blame for why i'm so different from everyone else in my family, but i don't quite know 'bout that reasoning. i got away with everything from stealing candy from my sisters to accidentally breaking the toys of my brothers, so it makes sense when i say that my siblings began to torture me. not actual torture, 'course, but sibling torture. kaths and kates would always dress my up in girls clothes and put bows in my hair, which even when i was little, was massively curly. i hated it at first, but eventually, i didn't mind it so much. scary, right? if i ever turn into a crossdresser or sommit, i blame kates and kates entirely. and as for the boys; they'd simply hit me. they'd offer to either get a free shot at punching me, or have me wrestle them, and the winner of the wrestling gets the punch they other. naturally, i'd go for the wrestling, and lose every single time. so not only would i have a nice bruise for the punch, but i'd be covered in small ones from being thrown around.
all in all, though, i was quite happy with my childhood. and looking back, despite the minor incidents, i'm well fond of it. the same thing goes for my years at hogwarts. there was trouble, sure, but it was overruled by the heaps of amazing stuffs. and i guess.. the same can be said of my life now. i mean.. all of our lives. you just gotta push past the heaps of shit, and like.. realize that there's loads of good stuff. i mean.. i think that's how it works. but don't quote me on that shit."
"michael carrow and karina lestrange. s'much as i whine 'bout my family, they're quite alright."
siblings:
"let's see. first there's aiden, who's a bit of a twat, but he's got a wicked car so i'm nice to him. kidding. then there's embry, who i don't mind.. and then comes katerina.
others:
"i've got loads of cousins.. but i'm too lazy to name them all. i'm half carrow, half lestrange. do the maths yourself, yeah?"
history:
"this better be the last question. i mean.. honestly. i'm gonna go pass out after i finish writing this. right. so. i think i'll.. start backwards, just to shake things up a bit. ace? ace. so this year, me, turner elijah carrow, am eighteen years old. i'm a freshman, and in hufflepuff. i reckon this years gonna be alright, but not as good as my years at hogwarts, just cos.. well. no point in beating 'round the bush. my sister died. nah, she didn't die- she was killed. by some massive idiot in a truck. but like.. it fucking sucks. my family always got on quite well, despite our occasional problems, but like.. this wasn't an occasional problem. it was a big one. and unlike most of our petty arguments, it was easy to look at this problem, and instantly find out who's fault it was. er.. and i suppose it was katerina's fault.
so 'course, everyone gets pissed at her. which.. gah. dunno. was, and is, well shitty if you ask me. everyone spent the first few days dealing with it in their own ways, and for me, that was crying my eyes out. and wearing her favorite pink sweatshirt 'round the house, but that's not quite relevant. at any rate.. it took days, if not weeks for people to begin to acknowledge katerina. which, like i said, is bollocks, cos katerina was her fucking twin. i mean.. why'd they gotta go and do that? see, as you might be able to tell, i'm not.. mad at katerina. i.. i needed my time, yeah, to think 'bout what had happened and how katerina had convinced katherine to sneak out, but.. i used my time well. sorted myself out. lucky for katerina, i can't hold a grudge to save my fucking life, so i sorta.. dunno. didn't treat her like she was the fucking plague. cos.. she and katherine were always my favorites, and i couldn't bear to see her all upset and stuffs. i've always thought my family hated me a bit, but i'm not gonna be terrible to kates just cos they want me to. it took me awhile, but i like to think we're sorta.. normal, now. i try and take care of her, she tries to take care of me.
but.. before katherine (jesus, i hate how my life now is split into before and after she died), things were rather normal. as most kids do, i loved my time at hogwarts. when i was sorted into hufflepuff first year, okay, i admit i felt like a bit of a trader. but then.. dunno, i sucked it up and moved on. cos why the fuck does it matter, really? everyone already knows i'm like.. the white sheep of my family. i tend to give them a reputation they don't want, especially for a pureblood, elite family. so why freak out over it? i made loads of friends during my first few years; i even picked up my first girlfriend in second year. told yous the girls love my hair. it didn't last, obviously, but that was the start. i'm not quite a manwhore or whatever, but i've snogged a decent amount of girls. i actually lost my virginity in fourth year to a girl who was in seventh year at the time (i'm telling you, my hair works freaking magic), and since then have been all over the place with relationships. i started going to parties at hogwarts, fucking loved them, and am now wicked at dancing, holding down alcohol, and flirting. i'm not quite a ladies man, but i suppose i'm the next best thing. er.. not to sound conceited, or anythin'.
so hogwarts was good. i admit, i just scraped by each year, but i was rather pleased with it. i've got dyslexia, which basically means my brain jumbles up letters and shit, so i've always had trouble reading and writing. which naturally, is a bit of a problem. but like i've said, i've got all kinds of friends, so there were definitely a few who did a decent amount of work for me. i didn't rip them off, though- i repaid them how they wanted to be paid. i mean.. dunno. different people are good at different things, so i think it's well stupid that everyone in my family is expected to pass hogwarts with flying colors. i mean.. jesus. it was hard. my professors were alright with me; sometimes they found me and my pranks a bit annoying, but most found me sort of charming, though my rubbish grades put them off from liking me entirely.
that's school, i guess.. and then there were my younger years. when i grew up. i was born on december third and always lived in england. cos i'm the youngest, i've always been treated as the adorable, cheeky baby. sure, there was a point in time where i actually was a baby, but even now, i get treated like i'm a boy despite the fact i've long outgrown that physical stage. at any rate, though, i fucking loved my childhood. by the time my parents got to me, they were so done with raising kids, that i could get away with bloody murder and get outta it without a hinge. i guess their lenience could technically like, be the blame for why i'm so different from everyone else in my family, but i don't quite know 'bout that reasoning. i got away with everything from stealing candy from my sisters to accidentally breaking the toys of my brothers, so it makes sense when i say that my siblings began to torture me. not actual torture, 'course, but sibling torture. kaths and kates would always dress my up in girls clothes and put bows in my hair, which even when i was little, was massively curly. i hated it at first, but eventually, i didn't mind it so much. scary, right? if i ever turn into a crossdresser or sommit, i blame kates and kates entirely. and as for the boys; they'd simply hit me. they'd offer to either get a free shot at punching me, or have me wrestle them, and the winner of the wrestling gets the punch they other. naturally, i'd go for the wrestling, and lose every single time. so not only would i have a nice bruise for the punch, but i'd be covered in small ones from being thrown around.
all in all, though, i was quite happy with my childhood. and looking back, despite the minor incidents, i'm well fond of it. the same thing goes for my years at hogwarts. there was trouble, sure, but it was overruled by the heaps of amazing stuffs. and i guess.. the same can be said of my life now. i mean.. all of our lives. you just gotta push past the heaps of shit, and like.. realize that there's loads of good stuff. i mean.. i think that's how it works. but don't quote me on that shit."
rp example:
Suddenly enveloped by the warmth of Felix’s arm, Mary let out the smallest of sighs, but it wasn’t a cold, or particularly longing one. It wasn’t needy, or exhausted, or any of those emotions; no. It was.. content, to say the least. Because though she felt like someone had just flipped her world, and put all of what she knew in a blender, turned it on, and told her to deal with it, sitting here, she felt.. fine. Not good, not bad, but fine. And so she was able to look into the fire, stare at it, without wishing that she could be it, without having her usual desire to posses the qualities that fire was so well known for having. For once Mary was out of her shell she’d created for herself, and did need to wish she could destroy or burn down the moment that was occurring, or remove all evidence of what was going on, as she usually had the urge to. When Bone, her first and only boyfriend had broken up with her, Mary had been embarrassed, and wished she could toss everything to do with him in an open flame, that would virtually erase it all. And a few days ago, when her ex best friend Jane had found it necessary to bring the heavily intoxicated Mary home, and take care of her? There was hardly a time that rivaled that one, in which Mary wished she could remove every last trace of such incident. Maybe later she’d feel the same way about what was happening with Felix now, but she wasn’t shivering anymore. She was content, and though she knew she would soon regret it, she really was. She couldn’t help herself.
She unconsciously wedged herself a bit closer to herself, her gaze traveling from the fire to the tree he had been staring at earlier, before realizing how close they were. Which was very close, closer than Mary had ever been to anyone. Physically, this might have been an understatement, but when she was sober, nothing like this had ever happened. She’d never snuggled, hugged, or did anything of the sort for an extended period of time, no matter how cold or miserable she had been. And of course, here she was, acting like it was something she had done every day of her life. Making an effort not to be so clingy to him, Mary felt herself tense up as he pulled her even closer to him. If she moved another inch or two, she’d probably be in his lap or something, and at the rate they were moving at now, it sort of seemed likely. She didn’t know if she’d like that. As Felix continued to move, with every small action, Mary found her heart pounding faster and faster. He pulled her close. He began to rub her left arm. He began to rub her right arm. And then suddenly, in a turn of events Mary would have once thought impossible, Felix rested his chin on her head. He was wrapped up in her, around her, and for the first time since Mary had been little, she felt sort of.. safe. Safe? His hold on her reminded Mary of once when she’d been younger, probably six years old. Holden at the time must have been ten, and wanting to be cool, he talked her into watching a scary movie with him. Mary had always had this internal desire to have her older brother look highly of her, so she’d agree to watch it with him. They’d both been scared out of their minds, but that night when Holden had to sleep alone in his room that night, Mary had crept out of hers, and gone to see her parents. The nightmares she had that night were beyond any nightmares she’d ever had before, but her father had scooped her up into his arms, like Felix was doing now, rested his chin on top of her tiny head, and they’d fallen asleep like that. At the time he’d been her hero; but of course, he’d gone and slept with some other woman, and now her parents were divorced. A perfect ending to a perfect night of snuggling, no?
Maybe that was why it freaked Mary out as much as it did. Trying to shake the thought, and the association, of being held tight with her asshole of a father, Mary chewed on her lip for a moment, before giving into his chest once more. Though she wasn’t high enough to be feeling anything totally abnormal, Mary knew this feeling was a new one. Maybe being high would have enhanced it, and made it come easier.. but she was glad to be like this. Bringing the joint back up to her lips, she took another hit, before handing it to Felix. For the first time ever, she actually didn’t want anymore weed. She wanted to get high, but it wasn’t happening, so.. so there was no point. Right? Maybe it was another one of those weird things that was meant to be, that she couldn’t seem to get high enough right now. The fate thing? Playing slightly with the zipper to his jacket, she heard his words, and thought for a moment, wrinkling her nose a bit. Her stomache still felt like there were dumb little butterflies inside it, or something, but she couldn’t help and feel a bit more at ease then before. It was new, yeah, but Mary wasn’t afraid of the new. She’d never been afraid of much at all, if anything, yet here she was, not sure what she was supposed to do. Mary, the girl who had lost her virginity in eighth grade. Mary, the girl who had fucked way too many guys to count. Mary, the girls who went out almost every night to party, and didn’t give a care about anything. This was supposed to be her area of expertise, being with people of the opposite sex. She was supposed to own at this. Tilting her head slightly, she wiggled it out from under his chin, before slanting her neck so she could gently kiss at his neck. Sucking at it for a few seconds, Mary initially felt confident, before all confidence seemed to slide right off her, and glide right into the fire, that burned it up and soon enough it was gone. There was no trace of it. Flushing a faint shade of red, Mary couldn’t help but feel beyond embarrassed. What was she doing? They weren’t at a club, or at a rave, so why the hell did she think she could kiss him like that and have it be okay? It wasn’t like they were going to have sex in the woods, or something. “Sorry,” she muttered, sort of hoping he hadn’t heard her. And now she was being remorseful? Gah.
Suddenly enveloped by the warmth of Felix’s arm, Mary let out the smallest of sighs, but it wasn’t a cold, or particularly longing one. It wasn’t needy, or exhausted, or any of those emotions; no. It was.. content, to say the least. Because though she felt like someone had just flipped her world, and put all of what she knew in a blender, turned it on, and told her to deal with it, sitting here, she felt.. fine. Not good, not bad, but fine. And so she was able to look into the fire, stare at it, without wishing that she could be it, without having her usual desire to posses the qualities that fire was so well known for having. For once Mary was out of her shell she’d created for herself, and did need to wish she could destroy or burn down the moment that was occurring, or remove all evidence of what was going on, as she usually had the urge to. When Bone, her first and only boyfriend had broken up with her, Mary had been embarrassed, and wished she could toss everything to do with him in an open flame, that would virtually erase it all. And a few days ago, when her ex best friend Jane had found it necessary to bring the heavily intoxicated Mary home, and take care of her? There was hardly a time that rivaled that one, in which Mary wished she could remove every last trace of such incident. Maybe later she’d feel the same way about what was happening with Felix now, but she wasn’t shivering anymore. She was content, and though she knew she would soon regret it, she really was. She couldn’t help herself.
She unconsciously wedged herself a bit closer to herself, her gaze traveling from the fire to the tree he had been staring at earlier, before realizing how close they were. Which was very close, closer than Mary had ever been to anyone. Physically, this might have been an understatement, but when she was sober, nothing like this had ever happened. She’d never snuggled, hugged, or did anything of the sort for an extended period of time, no matter how cold or miserable she had been. And of course, here she was, acting like it was something she had done every day of her life. Making an effort not to be so clingy to him, Mary felt herself tense up as he pulled her even closer to him. If she moved another inch or two, she’d probably be in his lap or something, and at the rate they were moving at now, it sort of seemed likely. She didn’t know if she’d like that. As Felix continued to move, with every small action, Mary found her heart pounding faster and faster. He pulled her close. He began to rub her left arm. He began to rub her right arm. And then suddenly, in a turn of events Mary would have once thought impossible, Felix rested his chin on her head. He was wrapped up in her, around her, and for the first time since Mary had been little, she felt sort of.. safe. Safe? His hold on her reminded Mary of once when she’d been younger, probably six years old. Holden at the time must have been ten, and wanting to be cool, he talked her into watching a scary movie with him. Mary had always had this internal desire to have her older brother look highly of her, so she’d agree to watch it with him. They’d both been scared out of their minds, but that night when Holden had to sleep alone in his room that night, Mary had crept out of hers, and gone to see her parents. The nightmares she had that night were beyond any nightmares she’d ever had before, but her father had scooped her up into his arms, like Felix was doing now, rested his chin on top of her tiny head, and they’d fallen asleep like that. At the time he’d been her hero; but of course, he’d gone and slept with some other woman, and now her parents were divorced. A perfect ending to a perfect night of snuggling, no?
Maybe that was why it freaked Mary out as much as it did. Trying to shake the thought, and the association, of being held tight with her asshole of a father, Mary chewed on her lip for a moment, before giving into his chest once more. Though she wasn’t high enough to be feeling anything totally abnormal, Mary knew this feeling was a new one. Maybe being high would have enhanced it, and made it come easier.. but she was glad to be like this. Bringing the joint back up to her lips, she took another hit, before handing it to Felix. For the first time ever, she actually didn’t want anymore weed. She wanted to get high, but it wasn’t happening, so.. so there was no point. Right? Maybe it was another one of those weird things that was meant to be, that she couldn’t seem to get high enough right now. The fate thing? Playing slightly with the zipper to his jacket, she heard his words, and thought for a moment, wrinkling her nose a bit. Her stomache still felt like there were dumb little butterflies inside it, or something, but she couldn’t help and feel a bit more at ease then before. It was new, yeah, but Mary wasn’t afraid of the new. She’d never been afraid of much at all, if anything, yet here she was, not sure what she was supposed to do. Mary, the girl who had lost her virginity in eighth grade. Mary, the girl who had fucked way too many guys to count. Mary, the girls who went out almost every night to party, and didn’t give a care about anything. This was supposed to be her area of expertise, being with people of the opposite sex. She was supposed to own at this. Tilting her head slightly, she wiggled it out from under his chin, before slanting her neck so she could gently kiss at his neck. Sucking at it for a few seconds, Mary initially felt confident, before all confidence seemed to slide right off her, and glide right into the fire, that burned it up and soon enough it was gone. There was no trace of it. Flushing a faint shade of red, Mary couldn’t help but feel beyond embarrassed. What was she doing? They weren’t at a club, or at a rave, so why the hell did she think she could kiss him like that and have it be okay? It wasn’t like they were going to have sex in the woods, or something. “Sorry,” she muttered, sort of hoping he hadn’t heard her. And now she was being remorseful? Gah.
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