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Post by kyle damien walker on Sept 11, 2010 4:03:59 GMT -5
HOMECOMING, I'M COMING ( m y s w e e t m i s t a k e s u m m e r s o v e r h o p e i t s n o t t o o l a t e)
when kyle woke that morning, the last thing he thought he'd be doing was going to hogsmeade. he woke, as always, with the sun, since he never, ever closed his blinds unless it was too cold outside, and even then, when he woke, the blinds were open. not that he minded. he preferred to get up with the sun; that was why he had made sure his room was on the eastern side of the house and had a clear view of the horizon, and the sun when it decided to come up. he always rose with the sun - never later, never earlier. always with the sun. so he was early in ther summer, late in the winter. he didn't care. it was his daily habit, and he had been sticking to it since he was six years old, when he had blown his left eardrum. that was how it had started, too. he would go to sleep, and wake just as the sun started to pour through his window, his left ear searing with pain. the pain had eventually faded away, and he awoke peacefully, at least for the past few years. on occasion there would be the dull thudding pain in his ear, but that was about it.
so he found himself there, laying in bed, his eyes opened a crack as he stared at the wall away from the window, his head resting on his arm as he waited for the sun to fully come through the window and light up the entire contents of his bedroom. he might wake up just as the sun started to come through the window, but he never got out of bed until the sun was completely lighting up his room. only when that happened would he get out of bed, feeling fully awake and ready for whatever the day might bring. and as the sun finally climbed the last inch it needed to, kyle found himself mechanically climbing out of bed and slowly made his way to the bathroom, barechested and barefooted, where he stripped off his boxers and quickly showered, wrapping nothing but a towel around himself as he went back to his bedroom to change into some comfortable clothing. he didn't really have much for color variety in his closet, since color just didn't appeal to him. sure, he had a view things here and there that he would wear that were considered colorful, but he avoided those articles of clothing for the most part. it just wasn't him.
each of his movements mechanical, he dressed carefully, making sure every article of clothing was perfectly smooth, so not a wrinkle could be found. he never knew what order members or death eaters he would be seeing, or who he would see that was considered neutral. it was always best to be prepared. once he was satisfied with his non-wrinkled clothing, he made his way to the kitchen, where his mother, kassius walker, sat, reading the daily prophet. she wasn't a young woman, at the age of thirty-six, but she wasn't old, either. he didn't really want to call her middle-aged, either, since she looked younger than her years, despite having four children before the age of twenty-five. he knew she had never actually planned on having kids, and it didn't help that he had been a huge mistake - she was only his current age when she became pregnant with him. but despite the person she might be, he still loved her, like any son would love their mother. a soft smile reached his lips as he went over and kissed his mother's cheek, whispering, "morning, mum," before moving to the cupboards so he could get some breakfast. toast, he decided after a moment of rifling through the cupboards, was good enough for today.
so as he put the bread into the toaster and puhed down on the button, he turned to look at his mother, who was still absorbed in the newspaper. he watched her lips as she read, since she had always had a habit of mouthing what she was reading, as if silently speaking the words helped her to remember them. from what he was able to gather, by the movements of her lips, the aurors were still looking into the death of the davidson family, even though the murder had happened back in july, and it was now november. he felt a slight twinge of guilt. here he was, an auror-in-training for the ministry, and he had all the information on the death of that family - he had been the one to kill the four of them, after all - and he was not coming forth like he knew he was required to. what the ministry doesn't know won't hurt them, he thought, looking down at his sock covered feet. the sad thing was, he had relished the moment he killed his aunt, uncle, and cousins. he wasn't sure why he had relished killing them, since all he had been interested in was watching the life leave their eyes. and it wasn't so much that he had been interested... he'd been fascinated. when he'd killed his uncle first, he had been repulsed. but then he had seen the life leave his uncle's eyes, and it was enough to make him want to kill the other three, even though he hadn't been required to.
he was distracted from his thoughts when he heard the toast pop up in the toaster, and quickly smeared some peanut butter and mayonnaise on the two pieces. he didn't know why he liked it, since he couldn't stand mayonnaise by itself, or on anything else, but he simply could not get enough of it. as he sat across from his mother at the table, he noticed her look of disgust at his eating habits, but neither of them said anything. the mother of four had once told him that nothing mattered as long as he remained true to himself and din''t change just to fit in. and he was determined to do just that, since he hadn't been able to stop himself from doing that while at hogwarts.
he quickly downed the two pieces of toast, and put his dirty dishes in the sink, then grabbed a glass and got himself a drink of water, which was also gone as soon as it had been poured. sometimes, it was a wonder why he wasn't fat, with the amount of food and liquids he consumed. once he had consumed enough water, he kissed his mother again on the cheek, said a quick goodbye, and stayed long enough to grab his shoes, then apparated to the death eater headquarters. that was always his first stop in the morning, and as usual, they had nothing for him. they were going to have to give him something to tell the order soon, or the order would figure out that he was actually a double against for the death eaters, not for the order. and that would not be good. sighing, he stayed long enough to look at the woman they'd been keeping prisoner. he couldn't help but think she looked familiar, and he was rather mad that he never could figure it out. he hated not knowing things, and he was going to have to find out sooner or later.
maybe it would help if i saw her eyes, he thought idly, only just realizing that in all the time he had spent staring at her since he had joined the ranks of the death eaters, he had yet to see her eyes. she was always looking at her feet, or there was the occasional time where her eyes were closed. either way, he had yet to see the eyes he had heard were a shockingly beautiful blue. he would love to watch the life bleed out of her eyes if they truly were the color the other death eaters whispered them to be, but unless he was ordered to kill her, he knew he couldn't harm her. sooner or later though, they would dispose of her, since she wasn't offering any information. and when they decided to do that... he hoped they would ask him to do the honor. he would love to finally be able to look into her eyes, to see the fear just before he did the deed, so he could watch the life drain away...
he pushed the thought away, and headed off to the ministry, where they told him they didn't need him to do any training for today. in other words, he had the day off. so what to do? he had just been to the order the day before, so there wasn't really a need to go today. maybe go to hogsmeade and visit a few of his cousins, if they had decided to go? and maybe he was see kassi and kandy, his younger sisters. they would probably hate to see him there, and that was what would make it so fun to go and surprise them. so off he went, apparating into the middle of a very busy high street. where should he check? the three broomsticks was always packed, and he knew that would be enough to keep the twins away from there. so where? it took a moment, but he eventually figured it out: honeydukes. they twins had major sweet tooths, and it was almost a given that they would spend a majority of their time at honeydukes during the hogsmeade visits.
putting a small smile on his face, he entered the little sweetshop, and began searching the isles for the familiar faces of the twins.
WORD COUNT: sixteen hundred and eight
LYRICS: homecoming, hey monday
OUTFIT: click!
NOTES: i'm so sorry that this is so long.
TAG: violet hawthorne
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Post by violet spencer hawthorne on Sept 11, 2010 6:48:52 GMT -5
"No! You're lying! She can't be dead! No! What am I supposed to tell my siblings Dad? Dad? Please no. I can't tell them you should. What do you mean you're leaving us with Aunt Nat... daddy please." Violet shot up sitting in her bed, covered in sweat. Her heartbeat was pounding through her chest as her dark brown locks were plastered to her head. One of her roommates had a hand on her shoulder, an expression of worry etched into her face. The girl had red hair, extremely frizzy at the moment with freckles and blue eyes. It made her think of her youngest sibling and only sister; Ruby. The little girl was only seven and she was going to have to live without a mother. Along with her two brothers, Sterling and Jasper. Her mother and colored based names.
She used to make fun of her mum for naming all of them with color names. Her mind traced to those memories, specifically one in Diagon Alley when she was getting all of her school supplies for Hogwarts her very first year. "Momma. Why did you name us all with colors?" Her mother with golden blond laughed and leaned down to her so they were eye level which wasn't really hard for her to do. She was only five feet tall. "Because. I think of colors when I hear a name. Like my name. I think a light pastel blue. As for Spencer, I think of a burnt orange. So I picked colors I liked. For instance. Violet is one of my favorite colors." Violet used to beam at her then look to her violet colored jumper with matching hair bow and shoes. But as she got older the explanation was just stupid. Now she regretted telling her mother that. The look at her face looked like all the color in her life was drained out of her. At the time, Vi didn't care. But now. The life was literally drained out of the woman and she regretted her words.
"Violet? Hey Vi. Snap out of it." the redhead named Hannah said before Vi put a hand to her head. "Sorry. Just thinking is all." She managed a very weak smile towards the girl before swinging her legs over the side of her bed and sliding them into her red and purple polka dot slippers. Shuffling to her closet, she tugged out a violet colored towel along with the clothes she wanted to wear today. Walking to the bathroom, she set her belongings onto one of the porcelain sinks. Turning the shower on, she lathered her hair with strawberry scented shampoo then conditioner and used a soap that reminded her of her mother. It seemed cinnamon like mixed with peanut butter cookies. After her shower and drying off she walked to the sink and got dressed there. She didn't really care about someone coming in. Mostly everyone was downstairs having breakfast before the trip down to Hogsmeade.
Violet was planning on having some breakfast down at Hogsmeade. She didn't like the little town much anymore. After the run in with her stepfather Spencer... he pretty much told her he wanted nothing to do with her. That he couldn't stand to look at her and even be in the same area as her. He felt the same about all her siblings, the ones that were biologically his own. Even little Ruby. How he could feel that way about them now all because they had the same eye color as Shelby still confused the fuck out of her. After getting dressed and letting her hair stay in their natural curls, she walked down the steps to the main floor so she gathered with the rest of the students third year and up.
She wasn't paying attention to McGonagall talking about precautions and watch out for death eaters or anyone suspicious. Vi already knew all this and it was annoying as hell to listen to over and over. They couldn't use magic to protect themselves as they were underage. So what was the likelihood of them standing up for themselves against the death eaters? They all started to walk down to the tiny town, but Vi pushed through them and was practically stomping down to the town instead. All she wanted was to eat some breakfast in three broomsticks. Once in town she was looking out for only one person, Spencer. If she ran into him she was going to avoid him at all costs.
On her way to the three broomsticks she passed by Honeydukes. The sweet smells traveled up her nose and caused her to smile. Walking to the display window, she pressed her hands flat against the glass and looked inside. Her own aquamarine blue eyes looked all over as if she never seen the shop before. She had been here plenty of times but the store still made her feel like she was a little kid still. Her freckles moved as she grinned, causing her dimples to appear. She noticed her favorite candy, blood pops. Sure. It was technically a ''vampire'' treat, but they were strawberry flavored and good. Deciding to make her breakfast wait, Violet walked into the shop and went directly to the blood pops. Grabbing a handful she started to walk to the counter, she bumped into someone solid. Instantly her mind thought of Spencer but this time she didn't fall over. "I'm sorry. Oh." she muttered closing her eyes for a second before looking to the guy in front of her. It was the man that had her virginity, Kyle Walker. "What are you doing here..." she whispered, clutching her blood pops closer to herself as if they would protect her from him.
outfit clickness.
word count: 978.
notes: uhhh. I did a little more than half? I tried to ramble. you know I fail at it.
also, i would so wear violet's outfit. lmao.
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Post by kyle damien walker on Sept 11, 2010 7:36:45 GMT -5
HOMECOMING, I'M COMING( m y s w e e t m i s t a k e s u m m e r s o v e r h o p e i t s n o t t o o l a t e)
smile plastered on his lips as he basically loitered around the shop looking for his younger sisters, the last person he expected to see was violet hawthorne. sadly, that was exactly who he saw, heading toward the cash register with what looked like blood pops in her hand. he attempted to stop, so he could stay as far away from her as possible, since he had taken her virginity at the end of the previous year, just before graduating. he had no clue of what had gotten into him when it happened. and she had cried through the whole thing... he felt bad about it now, that was for sure. as he watched her walk, since he couldn't seem to take his eyes off of her, he tried to come up with a reason he had said all the things he had said just to get her to sleep with him. it wasn't like he had needed to seduce her, of all people.
she was a gryffindork, after all. it wouldn't have been so bad if she had been a puffball - his name for those things they called hufflepuffs - but he had wanted to take advantage of a gryffindork. absolutely horrid of him. he had, afterall, heard that his mother had been pretty close with violet, and his mother had even gone into detail about a particular moment when they had met at the ice cream parlour in diagon alley. that was certainly a story he had never wanted to hear. sure, seeing two girls kissing was a rather pleasent thing to watch, when in moderation. kyle wasn't one of those guys that would just drop everything the moment he heard there were two girls making out. it was more of an "oh, cool", and if he happened to see it, he would watch for a moment or two, then go about his business.
but the fact their mothers had been "close", as kassius had put it, meant absolutely nothing to kyle. there had to be some other reason for doing what he had done - and he was pulled out of his thoughts when someone shoved him hard from behind, and sent him stumbling into none other than violet. shit, he thought miserably as he heard violet's automatic apology, followed by her little "oh". it wasn't the apology that bothered him; in her position he would have done the exact same thing. it was that with her added "oh", she seemed to immediately regret saying sorry as soon as she had realized it was him. he stood there, mutely, not wanting to apologize because he knew that if he did say it, it wouldn't be for crashing into her, it would be for what happened at the end of the previous year, and there was no way in hell he would be apologizing for that. he shouldn't have to, no matter how much she had cried throughout the ordeal.
he watched as she clutched the candies to herself - and he couldn't help but wonder why, they were candies, for god's sake - and ask why he was there. that was an easy enough answer... "i came to see if my sisters were here, since they always come here on hogsmeade visits," he answered, looking down at his feet and squinting. he felt awkward as hell standing here talking to violet, since he didn't recall them speaking since it had happened. after a moment, he looked back up at violet, knowing he should break the silence, but not entirely sure how to. finally, he added dejectedly, "they don't seem to be here though." oh, that wasn't obvious at all. god, what an idiotic and stupid thing to say. he should have just stayed quiet, let her break the silence instead.
god, how did he manage to get himself into this mess? he shouldn't have come to hogsmeade. really, it had been such a stupid and pointless idea, surprising the twins. wow, could he have thought up anything less stupid? he didn't usually talk to his siblings unless he had to, even if he felt a need to protect them all the time. and as for his half sister, jocelyn, he had never spoken to her outside of the order meetings, and he didn't plan on that changes anytime soon. he should have just gone over to the order headquarters and reported that there was no unusual activity, or some shit like that.
he opened his mouth to say that he had to leave, then paused, wondering why. why not just talk to her, and see if he could have her relax, and this time not try to get anything from her. but how could he show that he didn't mean any harm? god, that was a good one. how was he going to convince her he didn't want anything from her other than a conversation? taking a feeble stab in the dark, he gestured to the candies she was holding to her chest. "uh, if you like, i can buy those for you," he offered, shrugging. "it's the least i could do, after crashing into you the way i did." well now. that hadn't been so hard, now had it. so why did he feel so disgusted with himself for doing it?
WORD COUNT: eight hundred eighty
LYRICS: homecoming, hey monday
OUTFIT: click!
NOTES: i had to rush this, since i'm leaving in, like, five minutes to go help aly babysit
TAG: violet hawthorne
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Post by violet spencer hawthorne on Sept 12, 2010 7:46:31 GMT -5
Violet couldn't stand Kyle. When she was almost sixteen and he eighteen, told her that if she had sex with him, she would forget about her mother for those few minutes they would spend together. The second he started to move in her, she cried. Not just because of the pain. She felt as if her mother was watching somehow and was very disappointed in her. Violet couldn't just stop in the middle of it, it just would have been awkward but either way it was. If she was to redo that moment in her life again, she would surely tell him to fuck off and she wasn't going to even kiss him let alone have sex with him.
Looking around, she didn't see any of his siblings. She raised an eyebrow at his next comment. Obviously they weren't there. Otherwise they would be here and he would have probably been gone out of this shop and long gone away from herself. Now this was definitely awkward. They hadn't talked since that incident and she never planned on talking to him ever again. Now she was stuck having to talk to him. Just what she wanted this morning.
Violet's eyes shifted to the blood pops in her hands and frowned slightly. Why in the hell did he want to buy her sweets? If he was trying to get into her pants again, she was going to smack him across the face. "I guess so. Here." she said, slowly handing him the blood pops and walking to the counter to ring up the sweets. She leaned against the wooden base counter just waiting as the lady ringed all of them up. "that would be eight sickles please." the lady said as she bagged up the suckers and handed them over to Violet. She grinned at the woman and waited for Kyle to pay for them. Vi didn't feel bad one second when he would pay for them. He took her virginity and tricked her. In her eyes, he owed her way more than just ten or twelve blood pops. Maybe she could get him to buy her breakfast as well today, who knew.
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Post by kyle damien walker on Sept 12, 2010 9:59:18 GMT -5
HOMECOMING, I'M COMING( m y s w e e t m i s t a k e s u m m e r s o v e r h o p e i t s n o t t o o l a t e)
he hadn't actually thought violet would say yes to letting him pay for the candies, and was caught off guard when she accepted the offer. he was able to hide his surprise behind a blank look as he took the candies and went over to the counter, where he handed them to the lady working and pulled some money out of his pocket so he could pay for them. he silently handed over the eight sickles the candy cost, though he felt he was overpaying for them. there was what, ten blood pops? and the woman wanted eight sickles for them. that was almost a sickle for each blood pop. when he was at hogwarts, the things hadn't cost that much. it was to be expected though, since the dark lord had come to power.
he vaguely remembered the entire school gathering in the great hall just so the professors could inform everyone that all the underage students were to leave, as well as any seventeen year olds who did not want to fight for hogwarts. he hadn't stayed - why would he? he had sided with the death eaters long before the battle, and there was no way he was going to show his face in battle, on either side. he knew there would have been no way he could have joined the death eaters if he had fought for hogwarts, and he couldn't have fought for the death eaters since he wasn't a member yet. but his mother had been there, and that was how he had found out what had happened.
realizing he was lost in his thoughts, he stuck the money he had left in his pocket, and decided not to complain about the price - that was a girly thing to do anyway. he stole a glance over at the gryffindork, only just realizing that her eyes were a vibrant blue. if the prisoner had eyes the same color as violet's, he would thoroughly enjoy watching the life leave her eyes, even if he wasn't the one killing her. he shuddered at that, wondering why he suddenly thought of killing others so casually. while at hogwarts, he was blissfully uncorrupted, and would have never considered killing someone just to watch the life bleed from their eyes. things change, he thought, mainly meaning himself, but it could also be considered a comment about anything in general.
feeling once again awkward, he lifted a hand and scratched the back of his neck, wondering what to do now. he seriously wanted to get out of the girl's presence, but he felt like he shouldn't, because he had offered to buy her the candy she'd been holding. and it was still fairly early, he was guessing, so it wasn't time to get something for lunch. had she had breakfast yet? he knew that some students waited until they got to hogsmeade in order to have breakfast, so they would be able to spend more time there. he had done it a few times himself, and wouldn't be surprised if violet had, too. maybe he could get her some breakfast, too? "uh, have you had anything to eat yet?" he asked, sticking his hands in his pocket so they wouldn't just be hanging loosely by his side. "if not, i suppose i could get you something." god, what was wrong with him today? he was a death eater, he should be trying to be all evil and get into her pants again... so why was he acting like the good guy?
WORD COUNT: five hundred ninety one
LYRICS: homecoming, hey monday
OUTFIT: click!
NOTES: there, i made it nice and short for you.
TAG: violet hawthorne
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Post by violet spencer hawthorne on Sept 18, 2010 2:51:45 GMT -5
Violet looked to kyle before letting out a sigh. Why was he being so nice to her? After taking her virginity, she honestly thought he would avoid her at all costs. After all, it was sorta awkward that he even talked in the first place, let alone offered to buy her blood pops despite the increase of price since the dark lord took control over some of the industries. Once Vi took the blood pops from the cashier and thanked her, she turned her attention back to Kyle. Looking to him, her face showed she was shocked. What went up his ass and made him all nice today?
]"What is this, a trick? I am hungry and was planning on going to eat lunch... but seriously? After the last time I seen you and now this?" she asked him, her eyebrows raising as she bit her glossed lip. It really was confusing. It seemed like he wanted nothing to do with her after they had had sex and now all this. It was just awkward and random. The only thing in Violet's mind that made sense to her was he was trying to either get into her pants once again or was going to pull a prank on her for old times sake, like leave her with the bill or making her look like a bitch in public. "I'll go if there's no catch Kyle. I don't want to be used or anything." she said softly as she took a blood pop from her bag and stuck one into her mouth, letting her tongue move over it. After a couple seconds she took the treat out and twirled it around some between her fingers as she concentrated her glance to him.
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Post by kyle damien walker on Sept 18, 2010 3:26:10 GMT -5
HOMECOMING, I'M COMING( m y s w e e t m i s t a k e s u m m e r s o v e r h o p e i t s n o t t o o l a t e)
when he offered to get violet something for her to eat, the last thing he expected was the reaction she gave, though he should have expected it. he had, afterall, used her and dumped her at the end of the previous school year. the gryffindork would be foolish not to assume he would attempt to do it again. but as the words came out of the girl's mouth, he couldn't help but shake his head. all girls were exactly the same. they always assumed the worst of a guy, and nine times out of ten, they were wrong. "no, no triks," he told her, as if he were making a promise. it was true. there would be no tricks this time, at least not on his part. if one thing led to another and she asked for it, he wouldn't say no... or would he? he gave her a quick once over, wondering what exactly it had been that had made him want her in the first place. nothing stood out. biting his bottom lip, he shook his head again.
"i know, i was a dick then. but people change." he hadn't meant to say the words at all, but they had simply slipped out, and he watched silently as she slipped a blood pop out of her bag and put it in her mouth. he averted his gaze then, not feeling all that comfortable watching the girl suck on a sucker. "there's no catch. i'll buy you dinner, then leave you alone. i promise." adding the "i promise" on at the end seemed like a stupid thing to do, but it felt necessary, in a way. violet was technically a kid, even if she was only two years younger than him. and adding the last two words on just made it seem more appropriate somehow. like he was the adult, she was the child, and he had to put it in clear terms for her...
wow. was he really thinking like that? god, how stupid could he be? he watched the blood pop being slowly twirled between violet's fingers, he looked up at her again, and found himself looking straight into her eyes. she had pretty eyes, he realized, and involuntarily found himself thinking about killing her... just to see the life drain from her eyes. god, he was beginning to sound creepy, even to himself. but he couldn't stop himself from saying softly, "you have really pretty eyes." oh, as if that wasn't obvious. she probably had guys telling her left and right that she had pretty eyes. he was actually quite surprised to see that she had come here alone. something that wasn't exactly safe, ever since the dark lord had risen to power. maybe it was a very good thing that he had decided he would see if she would let him get her some lunch too. she was in less danger that way, since no death eater would willingly harm another death eater, especially one who was a double agent for them.
WORD COUNT: five hundred and seven
LYRICS: homecoming, hey monday
OUTFIT: click!
NOTES: so sleepy... so tired... *zombiness
TAG: violet hawthorne
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Post by violet spencer hawthorne on Sept 18, 2010 4:24:52 GMT -5
Her aquamarine blue eyes looked up to him and let out a sigh. He seemed to be somewhat sincere about this. Maybe he felt guilt for being an complete tool and asshole to her last year. Especially after the circumstances with her mother's death. People changed was right. Her stepfather was completely against her now and wanted nothing to do with her. In fact, he slapped her for taking clothes out of Shelby's closet. He was just a drunk old man now, probably way more but nothing less.
At the words, he promised she sighed again. "Fine. Just dinner. But if you seriously do something, I swear. Despite my stepfather being an ass, he will still come after you Kyle." she said. Violet didn't tell her father that she had had sex yet or anything else about her virginity. In Spencer's eyes she had had sex already for at least six months now. Though his next set of words made her frown. "Seems like you're up to your old tricks. Yes I know, I have my mother's eyes and they're gorgeous. I've been told this over and over my whole life. I'm guessing you were too horny to pay attention to them the first time around huh." she muttered before walking towards the door of the shop. Once outside she continued to suck on the blood pop to wait for him. Violet wasn't sure where she wanted to go for dinner so maybe her ex lover would have an idea of where he wanted to go in Hogsmeade.
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Post by kyle damien walker on Sept 18, 2010 10:30:59 GMT -5
HOMECOMING, I'M COMING( m y s w e e t m i s t a k e s u m m e r s o v e r h o p e i t s n o t t o o l a t e)
he blinked as violet mentioned that her step-father would come after him if he did anything. funny, hadn't he done something before? no one had come after him then. therefore, it was reasonable to assume that violet was lying. she didn't look like she was lying, but when you were training to become an auror, you learned things. and this was the reason why. i guess that means i don't have to worry," he told her with a soft smile. "nothing is going to happen. i'm not going to go back on my word." kyle wasn't really one to go back on his word unless he had no choice, or he had intentionally lied. and he hadn't lied here. all he was going to do was take her out to get something to eat, then leave, unless she wanted him to stay. simple enough, right? he thought so.
her words at his compliment stung. admittedly, he hadn't told her she had pretty eyes the last time they had spent any amount of time together, but it wasn't really because he was horny. it was because he simply hadn't paid any attention to her eyes. looking at someone's eyes was something he had picked up just over the summer, after killing his aunt, uncle, and cousins. he had never cared about the color of someone's eyes, or how large or small they were compared to their face - the muggles called that ratio, he thought - or anything like that. and now all he cared about was wondering if it would be worth it to kill them just to see the life leave their eyes.
he tilted his head to the side, no more than a fraction of an inch, and asked, "i can't compliment you?" after a slight pause, he added, "i was never one to really pay attention to someone's eyes before summer vacation. it's not because i was horny or anything, it was because i didn't notice." that was probably the best way he could explain it, because trying to explain it any other way would probably end up revealing the fact he had killed a part of his family, and had an obsession with killing people just to watch their eyes in their final moments of life. he might not be ashamed of either fact, but he certainly didn't want others to know, especially some little gryffindork that would tattle on him the first chance she had.
he followed violet slowly into the street, wondering where she wanted to go. he was never picky when it came to food, and would eat anywhere she wanted to eat. but when she stopped outside the sweet shop, it became apparent to him that she was waiting for his opinion. biting his bottom lip, he stuck his hands in his pockets and looked around at the shops lining the streets. "there's a restaurant my mom told me about that's just down the road," he offered, jerking his chin in the direction they would have to go to get to it. "it's not fancy or anything, but apparently the food is really good. we could go there if you want." it was hard to believe he was even bothering trying to be nice to violet, let alone sticking around just to make sure she got something to eat. he stood there in silence, waiting for violet's reply.
WORD COUNT: five hundred sixty-six
LYRICS: homecoming, hey monday
OUTFIT: click!
NOTES: this is suckish.
TAG: violet hawthorne
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