KARA rush for blood

[KARA LEE RICHARDS]

This is the end of everything I am
Is anybody out there?
Hello ! Alone !

Her mind was lost, completely lost on which way to turn so it simply stood still and blanked. An effect of the combination of Smirnoff and Dylan's kiss, more so the later. To go from having no physical contact with humans, to this... The change was too dramatic to comprehend even if her mind had been working. His hand gently came up against her neck, the warmth of his skin against hers was a feeling she quickly found she loved.

Their lips broke apart and she heard him breathe into the silence, her own unsteady breath joining in. She watched as a smile faintly met his lips, a truly genuine one, an odd sort of happiness, the same that bubbled within her. "Kara, you know I'll never hurt you." It sounded so sincere. She wanted to believe him so badly. She wanted to believe he would keep her safe. Her Smirnoff affected judgement almost did.

She had no reply for him, she wasn't even sure she believed him. What reason did she have to believe something like that? Trust wasn't a talent of hers. It wasn't something she'd ever learnt. This was all messing up her head. Instead, reaching out she placed a pale delicate hand against his cheek and lent forward, resting her forehead against his, creating their own little word in the skeleton house. She bit her lip, wanting to believe him. "Promise?" she whispered.

She knew she could easily regret all this in the morning, assuming she remembered it. She'd let him so close, she hadn't pushed him away and she wasn't stopping it all now. It scared her a little to have him moving so close so fast but at the moment she didn't care. She would care when something went wrong.

Tagged`Dylan
Status`complete
Word Count`293
ooc`...
lyrics`hello alone - anberlin

[DYLAN MARSHALL TORRES]

SO I AM IN THE TWILIGHT OF MY YOUTH, NOT THAT I'M GOING TO REMEMBER
HAVE YOU SEEN THE MOON TONIGHT, IS IT FULL? IS IT STILL BURNING IT'S EMBERS?
THE PEOPLE DANCING IN THE CORNER THEY SEEM HAPPY BUT I AM SAD
I'M STILL DANCING IN THE COMA OF THE DRINKS I JUST HAD
AND I AM IN THE TWILIGHT OF MY YOUTH, NOT THAT I'M GOING TO REMEMBER
DANCING AND SLOWLY FINDING THE TRUTH AND IT'S COVERED IN COMA

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It was so quiet and Dylan was so content, so light... It was definitely unnatural. What was more unnatural was that Kara was still sitting in front of him. He must be dreaming or in one of his fantasy day dreams or something unreal. This couldn't be real... touching someone and kissing and being touched back. Being kissed back! Suddenly things weren't so impossible. Maybe, just maybe, there was a future.

Years and years of painful emptiness seemed to be suddenly gone. Those completely wasted years of never ever being touched except by hand cuffs made the moment so foreign. And when she touched him with a small hand to his cheek, he felt as if he never wanted to be left lonely anymore. Their surroundings just faded away, it was just her now. No night time, cars driving past somewhere down the road, smirnoff bottles in their hands... it was just her forehead against his own. He heard her soft voice clear, 'Promise?'

There was no question, Dylan was so ready to commit to someone again. Despite his fear of love, he wanted it. The hope of it was the only reason why he wasn't dead, he knew that now. Just... who knew Kara was the one he had been waiting for. She was so beautiful. "Promise." he replied geniunely.

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TAG - kara!
WORDS - 219 words
NOTES -
LYRIC - ryan adams!

[KARA LEE RICHARDS]

This is the end of everything I am
Is anybody out there?
Hello ! Alone !

How long had it been since she'd felt the slightest bit of happiness? Now something like it -she guessed- bubbled within her, a sort of peace, an escape from the torments of her mind. How much of this was the Smirnoff's desires and how much was hers? That would probably be realized in the morning should the memories stay with her. At this moment, she hoped they did. She wanted to remember him, their kiss and the warmth of his skin beneath her fingertips.

She was placing herself in danger, every instinct told her to run but Dylan somehow pushed away and silenced all of that. She knew she should be listening, those instincts had kept her safe for so many years, why was she ignoring them now? Why was she so willing to believe him when he quietly promised that he wouldn't hurt her? Because nobody had promised her that before. Because nobody had been this close to her before. Because she had been drinking? If you don't know the real answer, blame the drink.

Had they not have been drinking would they have ended up here? How had they ended up here anyway? They had they gone from two feared people playing a game of dare to this... somehow. Nothing made sense to her, she wasn't used to things like this. Things like this simply didn't exist in her world. In her world, every person was out to hurt her, those that weren't were taken away in one way or another just to leave her grieving and alone all over again. But they were here and he had promised her...

She closed her eyes, letting reality sink away for a moment before she sat back again letting her fingers slip from his cheek as she moved. She lent against the timber frame that stood tall beside her, watching Dylan for a second before picking up her drink for another sip to silence any fears that still remained unsettled. Placing the drink back down she stared out into the night, the peace of alcohol and Dylan still remaining but the cold of the night slowly seeping into her skin.

Tagged`Dylan
Status`complete
Word Count`357
ooc`sorry am tired and muse = fail
lyrics`hello alone - anberlin

[DYLAN MARSHALL TORRES]

SO I AM IN THE TWILIGHT OF MY YOUTH, NOT THAT I'M GOING TO REMEMBER
HAVE YOU SEEN THE MOON TONIGHT, IS IT FULL? IS IT STILL BURNING IT'S EMBERS?
THE PEOPLE DANCING IN THE CORNER THEY SEEM HAPPY BUT I AM SAD
I'M STILL DANCING IN THE COMA OF THE DRINKS I JUST HAD
AND I AM IN THE TWILIGHT OF MY YOUTH, NOT THAT I'M GOING TO REMEMBER
DANCING AND SLOWLY FINDING THE TRUTH AND IT'S COVERED IN COMA

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The same doubts and fears she had were desperatingly trying to crawl it's away above the smirnoff. The biggest fear was that he'd drink himself so much that he'd forget all about this moment. Her kiss, her lips, her eyes that finally seemed to hint emotion, her touch... No one touched him except to punch him or cause harm- punish him for his stupidness. He didn't blame him, he always asked for it. Blaze, the stupid shits that bothered Charlotte, a few nut-cases in juvie... He wasn't afraid of touch, he asked for it all along after all. But to be touched so gently, from the smooth soft skin of a girl... reminded him of his mom in a way. But it was still very different, so different that he was already addicted.

Dylan's buzzed mind was going in every direction. High roads of hope and roads going downhill with hopeless despair, somehow he was going both ways. She was going to change everything. He had been dying and living for a salvation he could feel- religion was great but still, he was a lonely loner. Adam had Eve, right? He wanted someone... to fall in love. Yeah, he was in love. Love?! Man, he was drunk. Could it be possible? Could he really know for sure when he was a little drunk? Would he wake up laughing at himself? Or would he still be set on the L word? What could Kara thinking? He wanted to know so much. She lingered back and sat back again, leaving a coolness on his skin from where her hand was. He wished to touch her again, kiss her and to have that returned. Instead, he stared at her and did what she did, drink some more.

It was so dark but there was some light spared from a street lamp in front of the house. Not taking his eyes off her, he drew out his pencil and notepad that were tiny enough for his other pocket, the one that didn't hide her necklace and his lighter. He flipped it open. He wasn't going to forget this moment. Drawing a picture tomorrow won't be enough because right now was more real than the past. Leaning back against the wood bone of the house, he began drawing Kara and periodically taking a sip of smirnoff. The bottle was lighter now, but so was his head... Speaking of laughing at himself, he probably will looking at how this turns out tomorrow. Art was something that gave him reason not to always be drinking, clarity is usually necessary to draw. But it didn't matter, if anything it would only prove how this moment really was. Unclear, but still wanting to stay in the moment.

He finished the portrait of her the best he could considering the lighting and influenced mind. He handed it to her, afraid of what she would think or say, or not say. She may hate it? "Is it as bad as I think it is?" he smiled shyly. He began sipping more of his drink. "See there, I tried to do a little background but I don't think it looks like anything." he said, getting closer to her.

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TAG - kara!
WORDS - 533 words
NOTES - sorry for the wait. also sorry for the suckish post, didn't know what to do! XP
LYRIC - ryan adams!

[KARA LEE RICHARDS]

This is the end of everything I am
Is anybody out there?
Hello ! Alone !

The backyard she stared into was slowly sinking away into darkness, the night stealing its colours. She didn't know what was going to happen when the night slipped away allowing the sun to reign again. Would she regret all this, would she savour it, would she simply forget? She was no longer sure if she wanted to drink. Drink too much and you'll forget. Drink too little and you'll be trapped inside your mind, denying yourself the freedom a drunken mind bought on. The want of freedom from life, herself and the confusion overruled and she continued to sip at her bottle, eyes to the darkness, resting against the timber frame, saying nothing.

Beside her Dylan broke his repeated motion of lifting his bottle to his lips, instead pulling something out of his pocket. She turned her head to look at him, watching as he flipped a small notebook open to a new page. With nothing to say she remained silent, instead she watched as his pencil began to move over the paper, intercepted by sips from his bottle. He remained intent on what he was working on for awhile, leaving her to her silence, drink and drunken thoughts, his gaze alternating between her and his page until eventually he offered the notepad out in her direction.

She accepted it and held it so the shadows avoided the page, the light from the street lamp providing just enough glow to make the markings on the page visible. She stared at it for a second before looking back up at him. "Is it as bad as I think it is?" He questioned her. He had talent, there was no denying that she wondered what his drawings would look like without a drunken hand and some light.

She shook her head indicating it wasn't bad at all as he moved closer, "See there, I tried to do a little background but I don't think it looks like anything." She looked at the area he was referring to. The lack of light was making this hard and the drink wasn't helping. Whether it looked like something or not in the light they would know what was there. Although she was listening, her mind was also on another track as she stared at the page in silence. "Why draw me?" she asked quietly. She wasn't worth the led and paper. She appreciated what he'd done, and his talent but Kara would always be Kara, right?, dominated by the lessons her father and life had taught her.

Tagged`Dylan
Status`complete
Word Count`419
ooc`is k, I've made you wait plenty XD
mines not great either sorry
lyrics`hello alone - anberlin

[DYLAN MARSHALL TORRES]

SO I AM IN THE TWILIGHT OF MY YOUTH, NOT THAT I'M GOING TO REMEMBER
HAVE YOU SEEN THE MOON TONIGHT, IS IT FULL? IS IT STILL BURNING IT'S EMBERS?
THE PEOPLE DANCING IN THE CORNER THEY SEEM HAPPY BUT I AM SAD
I'M STILL DANCING IN THE COMA OF THE DRINKS I JUST HAD
AND I AM IN THE TWILIGHT OF MY YOUTH, NOT THAT I'M GOING TO REMEMBER
DANCING AND SLOWLY FINDING THE TRUTH AND IT'S COVERED IN COMA

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Now, it was so good. And it was so rare for Dylan to feel that way about 'now'. Alas, here he was. Totally happy and wanting to remember when the past year has been about forgetting. Now, he drew a picture in hopes that if his brain failed, the picture would be his back up. It would become as sacred as her necklace... her necklace. He looked at the picture again, realizing the necklace was missing. It was real proof that the picture was about now. Though it did look like something was missing even though the moment was so... good. There wasn't any words coming to mind either, no synonyms with good, no lame words such as 'awesome' and 'cool'. And the picture, even if it was far from his best, looked good.

The question was, how did she like it? What did she think? Indeed. That was always the question, what did she think? What was she thinking? Sticking around waiting for a hint of it was so strangely addictive. For anyone else, it would be annoying. Kara has something else to offer besides the annoyances of curiousity. She captured him a way. Getting closer to her, he realized he was drunk or getting somewhere into that territory. He usually wasn't so easily comfortable around people in general and while he was enamored by her, he didn't feel welcomed to get to close. But hell, he had just kissed her. He was high off of that kiss. Nothing mattered right now.

'Why draw me?' Huh? Didn't she get it yet? Had he not just kissed her a second ago? She was so quiet, like water. She didn't make any sense to Dylan. She was confident in her silence, she was powerful in her silence and when she spoke and when she sang she held a power. So why the question? man, what goes on inside her pretty head? "Why not draw you?" he asked a question in answer to a question. Shocker, how original of him.

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TAG - kara!
WORDS - words
NOTES - yeah but your posts are always worth waiting for! ^^ again sorry for the wait. i've been sick and depressed xP this post is shitty.
LYRIC - ryan adams!

[KARA LEE RICHARDS]

This is the end of everything I am
Is anybody out there?
Hello ! Alone !

The distance between the two narrowed as he moved closer to examine the sketch with her. It was the closest anyone had been to her in years aside from the police dragging her around the place while she fought to get away. Failed, of course. But what hope did one small, half-starved street kid have against two bulky, trained police men? Getting her anywhere however had still not been an easy task for them. Either way they had managed and she had somehow ended up here, in a school for screwed up kids sitting beside Dylan drinking stolen alcohol all the while knowing that having him this close was dangerous, wrong and probably regrettable as of the morning yet right now she was quite happy to have him there beside her.

'Why draw me?' 'Why not draw you?' She looked up at him for a second, searching for an answer he could accept and understand without her having to explain some part of the past. She came up empty handed. Everything in her past told her she wasn't worth anyone's time, let alone their talent... and he had just given her both. And more. Was it all honest or was the drink causing it and from both sides or just one? She was torn between wanting to believe it was honest and the good old memories that told her that wasn't possible and it was all the drink. The drink was making her lean more towards the first option oddly enough.

She dropped her gaze back down to the page in her hands. She hadn't known he'd had this talent, but then again, why would she? She knew little of him, though more so than he of her. It just seemed so unlikely that a feared loner like Dylan would take the time for something so delicate yet the proof was here in front of her. He was nowhere near as tough as he made out to be. Not underneath it all. Like her sort of in some odd way.

There weren't many pictures of Kara in existence. Her father had never taken any, cameras on the street were rare and here, well... The only pictures of her were the out dated St Helena's file, the thin police file and the photos from primary school which her father had never bought and never progressed past the age seven when he'd kicked her out. And now this one Dylan had drawn... "Where did you learn to do this?" Still asking questions as always, straying away from their last comments.

Tagged`Dylan
Status`complete
Word Count`425
ooc`as are yours =] why depressed? you okay?
lyrics`hello alone - anberlin

[DYLAN MARSHALL TORRES]

SO I AM IN THE TWILIGHT OF MY YOUTH, NOT THAT I'M GOING TO REMEMBER
HAVE YOU SEEN THE MOON TONIGHT, IS IT FULL? IS IT STILL BURNING IT'S EMBERS?
THE PEOPLE DANCING IN THE CORNER THEY SEEM HAPPY BUT I AM SAD
I'M STILL DANCING IN THE COMA OF THE DRINKS I JUST HAD
AND I AM IN THE TWILIGHT OF MY YOUTH, NOT THAT I'M GOING TO REMEMBER
DANCING AND SLOWLY FINDING THE TRUTH AND IT'S COVERED IN COMA

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She considered his question, like the two of them seemed to do everytime asked a question. They were so careful with each other. Were they really so fragile that words held a threat? Maybe that was just Kara, just quiet Kara. Nothing to carefully censor and filter before she spoke. Just that suggested stupidity and Dylan just knew she was just smarter than that. Maybe that was it, not out of lack of braincells but sheer intelligence she was practically mute. Whatever the reason, and Dylan could spend the day wondering and pondering, she didn't answer. He waited for it though, close to just answering the question like a normal person would but she did say something finally. Like usual 'finally'.

It was so strange to expose himself. He felt so vunerable or should have. Damn, he really didn't feel a thing. he felt okay, better than okay obviously. He loved her and actually wanted her to know about him, almost as much as he wanted to know her. All he knew about her were the basics and then she had siblings once. She wasn't always alone. How come she decided to be alone? Why did she keep her beauty to herself and not share it? The world needed more great things. If Dylan had siblings... he would've never let them seperate from him. That was hypothetical speaking of course, what did he know? Looking at his life so far, it seemed all he knew was being alone.

Maybe not completely alone. 'Where did you learn to do this?' she asked. Every kid scribbles on paper at some point or another, where he learned it? "Juvie, they had a bunch of lame programs. I had to do something." he shrugged. This was true. Most of his time in juvie had been spent sleeping. That had been his escape there. Then the art teacher Mrs. Romney taught him all the theories and different medias. He remembered her dread locks, orange shoes, and light voice. Yeah, she was a bit strange but she did make juvie time more bearable for sure. Sketching stuck mainly because it was the cheapest. Just pencil and paper, easy to do whenever the pompous artistic urge hit him too. Just like now. But he did love painting, printing, and woodcutting too.

"Do you have any hobbies?" he asked. His curiousity hasn't faded in the least. He now knew that she sang and could do a fine job at it. Did she ever consider pursuing that? How often did she sing?

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TAG - kara!
WORDS - 420 words
NOTES - things are okay. it was just the usual 'polly can't have what she wants ever' gig. =/ i'm over it thought. haha ^^ thanks for asking <3
LYRIC - ryan adams!

[KARA LEE RICHARDS]

This is the end of everything I am
Is anybody out there?
Hello ! Alone !

She would never understand Dylan. Why he was willing to stay around her so long, why he was willing to wait for answers that revealed nothing because she struggled with words. Not so much the words, more so hiding what was underneath them. She didn't know what would happen if someone knew the truth, she'd never told. The truth had remained in her head, in her thoughts, dreams and memories, chasing her from one place to another. Was Dylan okay with his past or was he haunted too?

He waited with an odd patience for her answer yet all she offered up was another question. Beside her he shrugged "Juvie, they had a bunch of lame programs. I had to do something." How long had he been in juvie to learn this?

"Do you have any hobbies?" he questioned. He was still trying. She shook her head slightly causing her fringe to fall in her eyes as it so loved to do. She would give him the information if she had it but hobbies? She spent her days aimlessly drifting around the place, doing nothing of worth, saying nothing. She'd never had so much time to herself and had no idea what to do with it.

There had to be something right? Some sort of 'hobby'. She flickered through her memory, trying to find something she enjoyed. Aside from her love of fire there was very little and that could hardly be called a hobby. She could spend hours doing something pointless, like a puzzle, simply as a time filler but it was nothing of a hobby.

It shouldn't be this hard to find something you enjoyed should it? even considering she was always alone and the options were limited by talent -or lack there of at least- and being stuck at this school. Her past had left her oddly untalented in so many areas considered 'normal'. Hell, she'd never even learnt to ride a bike! Her father would have never given her free time let alone spent the money on such a thing and for her!

What she enjoyed for the moment was their game, their drinking and having him here. The last one was a new feeling, actually wanting someone to be beside her. It scared her a little and gave her a rare vulnerable feeling.

Tagged`Dylan
Status`complete
Word Count`383
ooc`haha gotta love those gigs XD
and anytime, it's what we're here for
sorry for the sucky post,
terrible cold is making me feel like crap!
hope you can get a reply anyway
lyrics`hello alone - anberlin

[DYLAN MARSHALL TORRES]

SO I AM IN THE TWILIGHT OF MY YOUTH, NOT THAT I'M GOING TO REMEMBER
HAVE YOU SEEN THE MOON TONIGHT, IS IT FULL? IS IT STILL BURNING IT'S EMBERS?
THE PEOPLE DANCING IN THE CORNER THEY SEEM HAPPY BUT I AM SAD
I'M STILL DANCING IN THE COMA OF THE DRINKS I JUST HAD
AND I AM IN THE TWILIGHT OF MY YOUTH, NOT THAT I'M GOING TO REMEMBER
DANCING AND SLOWLY FINDING THE TRUTH AND IT'S COVERED IN COMA

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She was so endlessly quiet and somehow, he did like that. He didn't find it annoying, just a little bothersome because he really did feel like she did have something to say. Maybe it was him, maybe she liked him but not enough to tell him anything. And as much as he wanted to know and understand what the heck she was about, he felt oddly humble and patient. Let her hold it back, or hell even use him if she wanted to or whatever she could be thinking. Doesn't matter, his life was meaningless as it is. What's it matter what she does with him whether it was dare competitor, bitch, friend or something more.

So far, nothing came out of her mouth. No hobbies, nothing. What did that mean? Who knows... Dylan was an artist sure but he wasn't some genius or something. It was just a hobby that saved him from a little more misery in juvie. There was a salvation in it but at the end of the day, he was with Oscar Wilde's comment; all art is quite useless. It wasn't anything to him but another anesthesia like alcohol. lovely, lovely alcohol and cigarettes and dares. Just something to pass the time. It was all quite useless. Was he and she just something to pass the time, something useless?

He drowned those anxious thoughts away. He wondered, how could he be so anxious about this relationship that was kind of nothing. Just... barely, if it is, friendship. Sure, he told her things but it could've been to pass the time. Maybe he felt some things for her, even intense longing and... love, but it may just be useless. It may be a twisted hobby. Whatever the situation, this 'friendship' or rivalry, whatever, was much to young to get so worked up over. It's just that... he drew her wanting to remember this. He didn't want to forget how time just didn't exist right now. How numbing [peacefully so] this evening was to him. Maybe whatever happens next or tomorrow, it would make this night meaningless. But her kiss wasn't meaningless, at least to him.

It was quiet and he was drunk. His bottle was lighter in his hand as he set it back down again. He was feeling a bit fruit-cakey about his mushy thoughts. Since when were they so airy? Wasn't he mr. tough ass loner dylan marshall fucking torres? Wasn't she? Why was she bothering hanging out with him? He just didn't understand. She could have better things to do. They were both loners, with more useful things to do he supposed... maybe birds of a feather fly together or something? Nah, she wasn't like him, not completely. Any other girl, except empathetic too sweet to swear Charlotte, would've left him alone by now.

Whatever. She didn't have to answer his question. Didn't matter. The question was useless anyway. Dylan's eyes looked to the backyard and saw glowing lights floating around. "Check out the fireflies." he said. He hadn't seen any of them since that one time he and his mother travelled to a dog show. They were eating outside a mcdonalds when they noticed a huge flock of them. He remembered his mother's dog claus chasing them and his mother eating a filet o fish thing. He could remember her subtle smiles from that night. "Oh man, haven't seen any of those since I was a kid." he said, sliding off the skeleton house foundation to the backyard- clumsily. He grinned at her. "Heh, smirnoff." he mumbled before walking out to the yard where the flies were.

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TAG - kara!
WORDS - not enough words?
NOTES - happy easter if you celebrate it! =D anyway... fireflies may not actually inhabit NC but for the sake of rping let's not be ridiculous nazis.... XD
LYRIC - ryan adams!

[KARA LEE RICHARDS]

This is the end of everything I am
Is anybody out there?
Hello ! Alone !

She sipped her way through the silence beside Dylan. A guy who wasn't trying to hurt her, amazing right? Oh there was a first for everything. Or so they said. A first breath, a first hit, a first drink, a first home. A first gentle contact and a first longing for someone to wrap their arms around her. Even a first kiss between them. Was it? Was it the first or the last? She raised the bottle again to her lips to wash away the questions and firsts with alcohol as Dylan placed his back beside him, the glass sounding against the concrete. He sank into his own peaceful silence and she let the bottle lower to her lap.

"Check out the fireflies." She looked up at the backyard and watched as small lights moved through the darkness on their own accord. "Oh man, haven't seen any of those since I was a kid." "I've never seen them" she replied just before he slid away from their timber tower, not too elegantly she might add. He turned back to look at her, a grin across his face as he blamed the alcohol. From her place on the foundation she watched as he made his way towards the fireflies in a not-so-straight line.

The lights danced around him as he stood on the grass. It was beautiful. Should she have been a photographer she would have taken a photo and it would be her favourite. Placing her own bottle down she drew herself to her feet and went to join him, like him, lacking a lot of her usual elegance. As she came closer she slowed, unsure of what the little lights would do should she join the surrounded Dylan in their centre. Would they know she was a monster and disappear? She bit her lip as she watched them move then cautiously walked over to where Dylan was. The fireflies didn't know she was a monster.

She gazed at the little creatures, lost in amazement like a innocent child as they swirled around the two aimlessly. She'd heard and read of fireflies but she'd never seen them. And now she got to see them with Dylan. "They're beautiful" she said quietly. Tonight was a night for finding new feelings it seemed. Happiness, amazement, excitement, peace. They drifted within her due to a mixture of alcohol, fireflies and Dylan. A few seconds after her words she looked over at him. These little moments were thanks to him.

Maybe she'd learn to smile one day. These moments Dylan was exposing her to were special to her - whether the moments or the emotions were induced by alcohol or not. Beneath everything, beneath the daily empty expression, beneath the coldness and anger, beneath the silence, she really was just broken and alone. Most of the time even she didn't even acknowledge that fact. But these thoughts never entered her head. It was filled with drunken thoughts and fireflies.

Tagged`Dylan
Status`complete
Word Count`491
ooc`happy easter =]
and don't worry I wouldn't know either XD
lyrics`hello alone - anberlin

[DYLAN MARSHALL TORRES]

SO I AM IN THE TWILIGHT OF MY YOUTH, NOT THAT I'M GOING TO REMEMBER
HAVE YOU SEEN THE MOON TONIGHT, IS IT FULL? IS IT STILL BURNING IT'S EMBERS?
THE PEOPLE DANCING IN THE CORNER THEY SEEM HAPPY BUT I AM SAD
I'M STILL DANCING IN THE COMA OF THE DRINKS I JUST HAD
AND I AM IN THE TWILIGHT OF MY YOUTH, NOT THAT I'M GOING TO REMEMBER
DANCING AND SLOWLY FINDING THE TRUTH AND IT'S COVERED IN COMA

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Kara said she's never seen fireflies before. It wasn't a shock... he was so suprised to see them here. It was rare to see them coming out of wherever they hid. It was mystical and Dylan wished he had a set of oil pastels or paints, anything colorful to illuminate this dazzling sight. He wanted Kara to see it up close. How small each bug was and how when they flickered and glowed... This felt more like avatar than real life he knew now. It was childish, innocense he lost and now he was examining it as him now. But not alone... Kara emerged from the bare bones house not as clumsy as he had but she still was graceful somehow. She was like the night, blending in all like that...

It felt so good to be drunk. 'They're beautiful' he heard her say so quietly. How she said it was beautiful, he looked at her and felt it again... Love, it was sure to beat his ass when he got too comfortable with it but he wasn't looking away from her. Alcohol was clouding his judgement, he knew that. Still, he wanted to know what she felt for him, if anything.

A firefly floated past and he smiled very faintly to himself as it blinked it's lights then disappeared in the darkness. Yeah, for sure this was a precursor to what this was. Kara would flick off and he'd be alone again. Then he'd get arrested again, drunk, then die somehow... The past would repeat itself but history rhymes, not repeats. What rhymes with juvie? Yeah, he thought he was so clever with his 'intellectual' thoughts, ramblings, and banter but they were dissipating and floating along in smirnoff. He wasn't even hearing the thoughts anymore. They were such a joke. They didn't matter but Kara did... but come on, she was going to disappear.

He didn't believe that though. He faced her and put his hands on her hands, holding them gently. "What are you thinking?" he asked, wondering if she would answer that or not. She was special... she could stick around even if it was only going to be a friendship of dares. But that kiss, oh gosh, he kissed her, was going to change things somehow if they remember it tomorrow. He wanted to kiss her again but refrained, waiting for an answer if one would come.

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TAG - kara!
WORDS - 398 words
NOTES - haha.
LYRIC - ryan adams!

[KARA LEE RICHARDS]

This is the end of everything I am
Is anybody out there?
Hello ! Alone !

In the darkness the little suspended lights continued to fascinate her as they moved. She could still feel Dylan's presence nearby and for once another humans presence wasn't making her throw up all guards and shields to stop them getting close. She was actually glad to have him there. Seeing the fireflies alone would have amazed her but with Dylan beside her, it seemed so much more complete. More so, but not fully. Her locket was still missing and her siblings were still gone. But the beauty of the moment was still there and without thinking she said it aloud. When she looked over at Dylan just seconds later he was already watching her.

Dylan moved to face her, his hands finding hers. He was taller than her, it made her feel like he could protect her, it made her feel safe. It was an odd feeling. For a moment all she could focus on was his touch, his warmth, his face. 'What are you thinking?' he questioned her. What was she thinking? She was thinking that she was going crazy, that she would regret all this in the morning, that he was god. Nobody else could free her the way he was, nobody else could get so close and still have her feel so comfortable, nobody else could make these moments. He must be something special for him to be able to do this to her. Oh Smirnoff soaked thoughts were strange ones.

"That I'm glad to have you here" she replied. Honesty is deadly. And she was putting it all on the line. Had she been sober she probably wouldn't have been so open but that was the affect Dylan was having on a drunken Kara. Sober she probably would have said that she was thinking that he needed to work on his robbery skills but the combination of being drunk and the fact that he looked like he actually wanted an honest answer made her tell the truth. "You?" It surprised her a little to find that she did actually want to know what he was thinking.

Tagged`Dylan
Status`complete
Word Count`348
ooc`...
lyrics`hello alone - anberlin

[DYLAN MARSHALL TORRES]

SO I AM IN THE TWILIGHT OF MY YOUTH, NOT THAT I'M GOING TO REMEMBER
HAVE YOU SEEN THE MOON TONIGHT, IS IT FULL? IS IT STILL BURNING IT'S EMBERS?
THE PEOPLE DANCING IN THE CORNER THEY SEEM HAPPY BUT I AM SAD
I'M STILL DANCING IN THE COMA OF THE DRINKS I JUST HAD
AND I AM IN THE TWILIGHT OF MY YOUTH, NOT THAT I'M GOING TO REMEMBER
DANCING AND SLOWLY FINDING THE TRUTH AND IT'S COVERED IN COMA

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Things were changing. She said 'they're beautiful', she now knew things about him and he didn't mind that, they were drinking together. They were drunk together. He felt like a child somehow. They were surrounded by fireflies. Dylan liked how Kara looked with the flies... he liked how much smaller she was compared to him. Hell, she looked a little bit like a child somehow. All along he'd been seeing her as a big tough girl, now he wanted to kiss her again and again. He listened carefully to her simple answer. 'That I'm glad to have you here'

It was so unbelieveable to hear that. It took a moment to really hear it in his head. Someone was glad he was here... and it was Kara of all people! He believed her too. He couldn't peg her for a liar, just manipulative and skilled in twisting the truth maybe but she kissed him back. Honesty. His mother shoved him behind bars and abandoned him to suicide. His stepfather was nowhere to be found, thank God for that maybe? And come on, there's no making long lasting friendships in prison and Dylan didn't want to make any there or even here... except for a particular few... Charlotte, Stefano?, but especially Kara. Charlotte and Stefano could go to hell for all he cared. He wanted to stay here, in this moment, with her forever. Holding her hands, lips fresh from her kiss and skin still feeling her touch on his face.

'You?' He smiled. God, what could he say? "Happy." he said, surprised with a simple answer that she would be proud of. He wrapped his arms around her, even more surprised how he felt comfortable enough now to touch her. Well, he was drunk he supposed. "I'm so happy you're here with me." he said. Dylan loved her so close to him. It felt so warming. He didn't feel alone anymore and he was believing that maybe he wouldn't be alone again. That's probably bull crap. His dreams were always full of it.

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TAG - kara!
WORDS - 342 words
NOTES -
LYRIC - ryan adams!

[KARA LEE RICHARDS]

This is the end of everything I am
Is anybody out there?
Hello ! Alone !

He smiled at her when she passed the question back to him. God, she loved his smile. She was quickly finding she loved a lot of things about him. His honesty, his openness, his touch, his kiss. God his kiss. 'Happy' he replied. She wondered for a moment if that was something new to him, or if this was a different happiness.

The happiness she felt tonight would have been scaring her had she been sober -though sober they would never have gotten this far- Happiness always left you open and vulnerable to fall, for something to go wrong and destroy you. That thought too would have scared her but all the dangers of the situation were only fleeting thoughts with no emotions attached thanks to the Smirnoff. For the moment all she cared about was the here and now.

She felt his arms wrap around her, pulling them close again. Her eyes stayed on his face and her mind on his hold of her. She felt so small in his arms but it only seemed to enhance the feeling of safety he was giving her. The height difference between the two was maybe only a half a head or so but when added with the difference in gender builds and proportions to height, as well as her weight, she suddenly became small.

How was it possible for her to feel safe with someone else? He'd promised not to hurt her and she was willing to believe that for no reason at all. Why could she believe it when everything else in her life told her it was a lie? For now, she'd blame the Smirnoff. For now her thinking was he wouldn't hurt her, he'd protect her. Wouldn't he?

"I'm so happy you're here with me." His face told her he meant it. Aside from her siblings nobody in her life had ever wanted her. She'd always just been a nuisance. Her father, the doctors here, the police before them. Even the teachers. But Dylan wanted her here with him, he was actually happy about it...

She didn't want to leave tonight. She wanted to stay here where she was safe and happy, where Dylan was with her. She didn't want him to let go of her. Oh look what he'd done to her. Look at how he'd broken through her shield. The fireflies continued to drift around them in the darkness, oblivious to how far the two people they surrounded had come- tonight, together and in life.

Tagged`Dylan
Status`complete
Word Count`414
ooc`muse fail sorry
lyrics`hello alone - anberlin