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Post by becca abigail faythe on Sept 21, 2011 23:01:12 GMT -5
However far, I a w a y I will always love youH o w e v e r l o n g I s t a y, I w i l l a l w a y s l o v e y o u I will always love you, a l w a y s l o v e y o u [/color] ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥[/center] B
[/color]ecca had been told by Demetri that he wanted her to come to the graveyard that afternoon. She smiled as she looked in her closet, biting her lip in anticipation. He had told her to dress up, nothing glamourous but to look her best. She giggled softly to herself as she did a spin in the middle of her room. She was so in love and was already engaged to The One at seventeen! But she still couldn't help but fall more in love with Demetri every moment she spent by his side. She hummed an old love song under her breath as she stared at the options for dresses. Her eyes kept glancing back at the one she'd worn during her and Demetri's first time meeting. Smiling she got the dress down and changed into it. The dress was a black Gothic Lolita-style dress with lace layers at the bottom. She tugged on the grey and black heart print hose and monster boots she'd worn that day. Slipping on her heart necklace, a pair of angel wing earrings, and a skull choker she was nearly complete. She did her makeup in the black eyes and black lipstick she'd worn the first day they met and slipped on lace, fingerless gloves. After sliding on her engagement ring and grabbing her parasol, she made her way to the door. She grabbed her coffin shaped purse and her cell phone and made her way outside. Her parents were finally allowing her to use it until--- She stopped, eyes wide. Becca's hand flew to her mouth as she saw a vintage hearse parked outside with a black ribbon and a note taped to the windshield. She grabbed the card and flipped it over, her eyes scanning it to see if it were a joke. Her parents had scribbled down that they felt she was ready for her first car and that her dad had pulled some strings to get her the dream hearse she'd been asking for since she was four. Her hands ran over the top of the hood and over the door handles. She squealed in delight and did a little dance as she hugged her new car. She smiled as she opened the door and slid inside, checking out the freshly installed CD/iPod dock her dad must have had put in. She plugged in her iPod and blared Marilyn Manson as she drove down the road. It took her only minutes to arrive at the graveyard. After parking her new baby she hopped out and opened up her parasol. Becca bit her lip to hold back another squeal of delight. Locking the car she trudged down the hill to the wrought iron gate and made her way inside. She honestly looked like she had just stepped foot in the past. Her hair, makeup, clothes, everything was exactly the same as the day she and Demetri met here by accident. It was an instant friendship and a bond never unbroken only made stronger by their love. She perched herself on the exact same mausoleum where she'd been sitting that day and toyed around with her phone. Finally she grabbed her notebook and pencil from her bag and began doodling, also subconsiously re-enacting everything. Becca's feet swung gracefully as she sat atop the mausoleum, big enough for two people. She slipped her feet up with her and leaned her back against the large angel statue who's wings had chipped off long ago. It was her safe place, because no one ever bothered her here. Her black lips parted in a happy sigh as she waited for her fiance, Demetri, the love of her life, to arrive.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] WORDS; 615 TAGGED; Mad/Dems! OUTFIT; Here!LYRICS; Lovesong by The Cure NOTES; Remeniscing! |
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Post by demetri james rosswell on Sept 22, 2011 20:35:21 GMT -5
I WILL NEVER LET YOU FALL I WILL STAND NEXT TO YOU FOREVER. [/font][/color][/center] --------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------- ------I’LL BE THERE FOR YOU FOREVER EVEN IF SAVING YOU SENDS ME TO HEAVEN . ------ [/color][/tt][/b][/center] Demetri’s nervous stomach gave a twist, and he grabbed a sharpie out of the bowl in his kitchen. Demetri had bought a new planner for Becca. The only difference though, was that thisone was for their wedding not her funereal. Demetri had put a lot of thought into this gift. The new planner was black and had October 31st engraved on the front in purple. What did the date stand for? The date of their wedding. Demetri ran his fingers through his black cropped hair and scribble “love you-Dems” on the front in his usual chicken scratch of hand writing.
Demetri capped the sharpie and smiled. Hopefully she would love it, and if she didn’t he still had the flowers to give her. Demetri thumbed the red roses trimmed with black. The roses were real, but somehow the ends had m=been painted black, and Demetri thought they were perfect for his Becca. On the other hand, he had bought yellow tulips as well for his grandmothers grave. Demetri had asked Becca to meet him at the graveyard where they had met, and while he was there he thought a might leave some flowers for his grandmother. They hadn’t been close but it felt respectful and his mother had asked him to do so. Demetri had learned that tulips were the flower of death, and he pictured it suiting.
Demetri buckled the last strap of his boot then grabbed the flowers and and the planner. With a steadying breath he was ready to go. Demetri didn’t know why he felt so nervous, he loved Becca and he hoped giving her this planner would finalize all his feelings for her, in some way. Everything he was wearing, or doing today signified something. Demetri had asked to meet her in the graveyard they had first met in. When they had first met Demetri had been leaving flowers for his grandmother. Demetri was going to give her a new planner for their wedding, and later on they would burn her old funereal book.
Demetri got in his old balck car and drove silenty, no music playing. He wanted this time to think of what he was going to say to her, and how. Everything had to be perfect for his Becca. Demetri took a glance at the notebook and smiled, on that date she would hopefully be “ Becca Abigail Rosswell.” That made his stomach flip into a bunch of knots, but to him it felt great. The growth of trees got thicker the closer he got to the graveyard, then finally he made it. Demetri grabbed his things and got out. It was go time, and no turning back. Demetri felt no reason to turn back though, so it was all good. Demetri walked to the old iron gate and pushed against it until it gave away. It moaned and creaked under his strong shoulders, and then he was in.
Demetri walked between the rows of old graves, most taken over by the wild growth of grass. Some headstones were broken and chipped away, and then shiny ones stuck out like a sore thumb. There was s0me with angels weeping silently over them. Demetri felt at home in the cemetery, as weird as that was. He adeptly found the grave he was looking for and got down on his knees. He brushed away the dirt and vines that covered his grandmothers name and places the flowers down gingerly. He didn’t know what to say, so he nodded his head in approval and stood up, brushing the dirt off his pants and looked around.
Demetri looked towards the angels that weeped. Under one, stood Becca. His heart melted at the sight of her. With a silent prayer up to heaven he smiled and made his way to her. Demetri’s black boots made no sound as he walked carefully over graves, he didn’t want to step on one. Finally he made it to her. Demetri whisked her into a hug before he even greeted her. He held her close and gave her a firm kiss on the lips. He looked at her outfit and smiled. “ You look as charming as the first time I ever saw you here. Demetri looked at the outfit just a little more closely. “ I do believe this is what you were wearing when I first me you.. Demetri smiled and gave her another kiss before withdrawing from the hug. He handed her the flowers. “ They don’t compare to your beauty, but I thought they were beautiful enough for you, Darling.” Demetri hadn't shown her the planner yet, he didn't want to rush everything right away. He wanted this occasion to last for a while. BECAUSE YOUR MINE, YOUR MY TRUE LOVE. [/font][/color][/center] ------I’M YOUR GUARDIAN ANGEL. ------ [/color][/tt][/b][/center] Words: How many? Tagged: Becca! Ren! Outfit: Heres! Notes: This is going to be so romantic! Credit: ME!! |
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Post by becca abigail faythe on Sept 22, 2011 22:34:24 GMT -5
I would walk through hell for youL e t it b u r n r i g h t t h r o u g h m y s h o e sThese soles are u s e l e s s w i t h o u t y o u [/color] ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥[/center] T
[/color]he afternoon sun fanned shadows out from behind Becca as she waited for Demetri to arrive. She held the parasol gently over her face, shielding the sun from touching her as the lace let just a bit of warmth through. Her back against the side of the mausoleum was cold and a shiver ran down her spine. A soft smile placed itself on her black-painted lips and her blue eyes gazed out over the graveyard. She knew she probably was doing what was considered inappropriate or in poor taste by sitting on a mausoleum. But little did people know she came over here often and sat next to the graves talking to the long-since passed people. It was an odd habit, but one she'd had since she was a child living in the South. Supersticions ran deep in the blood of Southerners and her Great-Grandmother had always told her to be friendly with the dead cause you never knew when you'd need them, whatever that meant. Of course she still kept some of the old myths and had nearly blinded her sister on multiple occasions by throwing salt over her shoulder. Her parents would sigh, roll their eyes, but Nana Faythe had always been her favorite relative. The two were such an odd pair but both had been outsiders growing up, and it was a common bond they had shared. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she wondered who was taking care of her Nana Faythe's grave now that the whole family had moved to the north. God would her Nana be rolling around in her grave if she knew where they'd moved and what had become of her lovely little Batkin (yes, even as a very small child her Nana called her that due to her fascination with bats and other creepy, ghoulish things). She knew she'd have made her proud, but all but giving up her religious roots was blasphemy in the Faythe family. She chuckled under her breath, imagining her Nana Faythe fussing over Dems and telling him that he didn't eat enough. She closed her eyes as she thought, wondering why she felt so sad on such a happy day. Maybe it's because her life was so fractured yet so complete. She had a terrible home life, parents who regularly called her things for not going to church or dressing goth, a sister who was always gone and had seemed to go downhill, bullies around every corner. But then she had Demetri and he seemed to make everything okay. Never would she have begun to imagine that the love of her life would have been her best friend, her partner in crime, her protector. But then, the signs were there, weren't they? How he hovered over her, needed to protect her, would smile and stare at her in classes, would be there no matter her bad relationship. And at the end of every ounce of pain and heartache Demetri stood as a beacon of hope, her dark angel. Finally she heard car tires crunching the gravel by the graveyard and she hopped delicately down from her perch. She stood shyly, almost as if she were reliving their first time meeting all over again. She leaned against the mausoleum as she watched Demetri stop at his grandmother's grave and lay down yellow tulips. A warm smile took over her face, seeing how much he cared about his family. She gave a soft spin, flowing her dress up around her legs. She was excited to see Demetri, as she always was. When she was whisked into a hug, dropping her parasol in the process, and kissed she stood on her tip toes to kiss him back, wrapping her arms around his neck. When he finally broke the kiss to speak a soft pink flush had taken to her face. When Demetri spoke she got a mischevious grin back on her face, turning up the corners of her black lips. She had been going for the whole nostalgia aspect today, hoping that Demetri would be shocked that she even remembered what she had worn that day. But the day she met Dems had been the turning point in her otherwise sad and hopeless life. He had made her realize the sun would shine another day, despite her own personal demons. He had been through hell and back for her and she would do the same thing for him. She took the flowers and inhaled their scent, they were simply divine. "Oh, darling, these are beautiful! I don't believe I've seen roses this lovely before, no where near as lovely as you, though." Becca beamed as she sniffed the flowers again, clutching them gently to her chest and taking one of Dem's hands in her own.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] WORDS; LOL no. TAGGED; Mad/Dems! OUTFIT; Here!LYRICS; A Walk Through Hell by Say Anything NOTES; Lovelovelove! |
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Post by demetri james rosswell on Sept 22, 2011 23:21:09 GMT -5
I WILL NEVER LET YOU FALL I WILL STAND NEXT TO YOU FOREVER. [/font][/color][/center] --------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------- ------I’LL BE THERE FOR YOU FOREVER EVEN IF SAVING YOU SENDS ME TO HEAVEN . ------ [/color][/tt][/b][/center] Demetri smiled warmly at Becca. There was not words enough to describe how he felt about her, but that never stopped him from trying. Demetri wondered just how lucky he was to ever find her, to ever be friends with her. Looking back now he had always been there for her, like a friends. Demetri truly believed that it had been fate, that they had found each other out of pure fate, not luck. Becca was his soul-mate; without her he was truly empty. Demetri wrapped her up in arms again and spun her around and then he just held her close.Demetri held her close, her feet barely touching the ground. “ Becca, I have no idea how I ever would survive without you, honestly I don’t think I could have. You’re the reason I’m here. You’re the one real reason I wake up every morning with a smile on my face and I go through my day. I can’t hardly wait until the day where I can wake up in the morning and you will be there right next to me. “ Demetri planted a kiss on her forehead.
Demetri put Becca gently on the ground and held the notebook with two hands. He looked down at it then smiled when he looked up at Becca. “ I decided that it was time you got a new notebook, and I got the perfect one just for you. “ Demetri held the notebook so she could see it. Then he handed it to her. “ I had someone sew that on their..” Demetri said. Demetri wondered what his life had been like before Becca. He could hardly remember. It had been almost like a picture show in his head, there had been bullies. Depression, Demetri remembered sadly.
After years of being messed with Demetri remembered thinking of just ending it all and then he had found Becca. Becca was his best friend from there on out. Adjoined at the hip. Of course everyone thought he was gay, but Demetri was to happy when he was with Becca to care. Demetri was blind to his real feelings, that the love he had always felt for Becca had been more than just a friendship love. It had taken Becca almost dying for him to realize that. The thought chilled him to the bone, what if he had never dared to kiss her? What if he had never realized? Demetri mentally shook the thoughts away. She was here now, and that’s all that mattered
Demetri ran his fingers through his hair. “ The date on the font.. I was thinking that it should be our wedding date...” Demetri questioningly looked at her for her reply. He could barely look at her without his heart leaping with joy, it was an odd feeling. Demetri had never felt it before, and it struck him crazily. Demetri held her hand it put it over his heart. It was another reason to hold her close. BECAUSE YOUR MINE, YOUR MY TRUE LOVE. [/font][/color][/center] ------I’M YOUR GUARDIAN ANGEL. ------ [/color][/tt][/b][/center] Words: 500! Tagged: Becca! Ren! Outfit: Heres! Notes: This is going to be so romantic! Credit: ME!! |
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