Post by brent on Jul 15, 2011 14:26:31 GMT -5
And through the rising and falling apart, We discover who we are
brent made a face at the mirror in front of him. somehow he felt that tonight was going to be different. sure there was the usual gitty feeling he felt when he saw hope but that was only because every time they were together they always ended up in some sort of huge epic mess. honestly brent was too nervous about what kind of mess they would end up in this time. last time they went to renaldo's brent had sucked a jelly donut dry, scarying a few kids, which caused them to want to play around some more since their whole night was going to be a bust anyway. hope started to make a big deal how brent always got them kicked out of everything and brent made a bigger deal about how if she couldn't deal with him being a vampire then maybe she should leave him. they were banned from the restuarant after throwing a few things playfully, though it looked very angrily, at each other, but the ban was only there for two weeks, however brent wanted to make sure to stay away from the restuarant for a few days longer just in case, plus a second smaller fight never sounded it would be too little fun. though a fake fight never sounded like little fun to brent.
he stuffed his hands into his black pants, he'd chosen a red shirt for the occasion, something ironic since it was the some color of the substance that he could not stop drinking for days at the time. it was also how hope and he really met. he could still remember the eleven year old girl coming up to a thirteen year old rejected half vampire who was trying to stick his fangs out to scary to her just pull her arm out and say 'bite me' and he did. and she was the only people he drank from. but only rarely and boy was her blood delicious. he'd promised himself though to never drink from her throat, as when he once tried in sixth year when his hormones when going insane he almost wanted to sleep with his best friend and that was a no no in brent's mind. so her throat was like a calling to him. every time he got near it, it was like a weakness he didn't want to have but did. brent knocked softly on the door of hope dorm and balanced himself on the balls of his feet. he was glad that in britain by eight the sun was down and the moon was high. he felt powerful and rejoyed. he felt nice. he smiled softly to himself. yeah he needed to take hope to dinner more often or at least hang out with his best fried more often.
he stuffed his hands into his black pants, he'd chosen a red shirt for the occasion, something ironic since it was the some color of the substance that he could not stop drinking for days at the time. it was also how hope and he really met. he could still remember the eleven year old girl coming up to a thirteen year old rejected half vampire who was trying to stick his fangs out to scary to her just pull her arm out and say 'bite me' and he did. and she was the only people he drank from. but only rarely and boy was her blood delicious. he'd promised himself though to never drink from her throat, as when he once tried in sixth year when his hormones when going insane he almost wanted to sleep with his best friend and that was a no no in brent's mind. so her throat was like a calling to him. every time he got near it, it was like a weakness he didn't want to have but did. brent knocked softly on the door of hope dorm and balanced himself on the balls of his feet. he was glad that in britain by eight the sun was down and the moon was high. he felt powerful and rejoyed. he felt nice. he smiled softly to himself. yeah he needed to take hope to dinner more often or at least hang out with his best fried more often.
tag hope, picture to caution, hehe ironic shirt! yay short!