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Post by Frank on Jan 4, 2011 20:21:26 GMT 10
A whisper of breath passed over Danny's lips. He closedhis eyes and settled himself into Isabella's touch. Feeling her was so soothing, the sensations were like a drug. The movement of her fingers through his hair reminded him of simpler, softer times. He could lose himself...
But no. No, he musn't. Reaching upwards, he grasped her hand and put it against his chest, holding her there in comfort. "Hm," he grunted, eyes still closed. ''I don't see what's wrong with the name Abby".
When he opened his eyes they were glittering, a brighter green than they had been in weeks. "Do you hear that?"
The sound was faint, reverberating on the wind. He caught it in the edges of his consciousness, the sound bucking and moving against his efforts to capture it. Laughter, music, bellowing voices and the soft whirr of machinery. A smile dragged at the corner of his mouth.
"I think the carnival is ready for us, dear Bella". He was afraid to talk more of his parents affections. It made his heart stir painfully. And, aside from that, he was slightly excited to go to the carnival. Even if he would not admit it.
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Post by Isabella Black on Jan 14, 2011 23:26:59 GMT 10
Through slightly tinted pink lips, a small, inaudible sign escaped. Laced with laughter, Isabella wouldn't dare let out loudly, fearing it would send the wrong message to Danny. While her hands remained captive by his larger ones. Over his once, animated chest, which harnessed a beating heart.
With the arrival of noise, startling her from her own musings, Isabella's eyes went straight to his mouth, where words, yet again were spoken from. Drawing the abundance of joy, not only for herself, but if Isabella was seeing right, Danny aswell. It was odd, but Isabella enjoyed it when he was smiling. Even if it lacked the intensity a full drawn out smile from him brought. The tiny, yet almost insignificant one lite up a portion of what Danny's face was missing. Happiness.
Joining her own smile, no matter how strained it appeared, to the front, Isabella jumped up from her seated position. Taking the opportunity to get Danny up aswell.
"Off we go then, times ticking pretty boy!" Isabella pointed out. Quickly making her way out of his room. Still having her hands attached to his, just in case he decided the carnival wasn't worth it in the end.
Isabella would be damned if he didn't have fun.
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Post by Frank on Jan 15, 2011 14:08:55 GMT 10
Danny allowed himself to be pulled to his feet, muttering something beneath his breath, inaudible aside from the grunted words 'pretty boy'. He unconsciously laced his fingers with Isabella's as the walked from the house.
The sky had grown dark while they were inside, turned to soft blue-grey that was just beginning to be dusted with stars. The evening air was cool and stiff against Danny's skin, but carried the warm tones or the carnival. The music grew louder with each step. It wasn't far from the house to the fairground - it was only a matter of minutes before the glitter of coloured lights and pinstriped tents bobbed on the horizon.
A small smile twitched on Danny's lips. It was beautiful, really, the way the lights glowed against the sky.
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Post by Isabella Black on Jan 17, 2011 21:58:33 GMT 10
The short walk was made even shorter, by the appearance of colour, music and laughter, lining the atmosphere with a glow of infinite possibilities. Drawing you in, much like the smoky essence of a late night fire. Violet eyes were wide, reflecting the the carnival as a world that had gone wild, while somehow, still controlled by the chaos it let loose. Lips parted, as teeth stretched across, smiling as the stress eased away. Isabella soaked in the sights. Giggling loudly while she did so.
With uncontrolled excitement, she sought out the first store she saw. Holding Danny's hand with increased force, for she had found the ice cream. It wasn't particularly huge, but it did have the basic flavors; vanilla, chocolate, strawberry and caramel. With glee, Isabella turned to Danny, knowing he would already know what she would ask, but she did so anyway.
"Want one?" She asked, while already holding a cone full of strawberry ice cream of her own. Reaching for another one. If he hadn't wanted one, she would just eat it. Although, not before she would try and make him. It was ice cream. There was no, 'no' when it came to it. That was how she saw it.
"Here." Holding his out to him, Isabella raised a delicate eyebrow. As if saying, you better take it, and enjoy it or else. But the softest smile graced her lips while doing so. It all seemed silly. To take delight in this situation, to actually be at a carnival without any children, seemed silly. But with the clicking noises of cameras, and various movements of the rides, Isabella couldn't concentrate long enough on the thought.
Who cares if it seemed silly. She was attempting to have fun. With her bestfriend, who needed too find himself again. Everything else could wait. For nothing was more important than that.
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Post by Frank on Jan 23, 2011 19:34:29 GMT 10
Danny watched Isabella dart about, a gleeful expression on her face. And she called him childish. He shook his head against the smirk he wore.
It was obvious where Isabella was dragging him off to when she tugged him forward in her excitement. Danny sighed when she offered him a cone. "Uh, thanks." He took it, never intending to eat it. Icecream... he hadn't had that since...Well, he supposed it was too long ago to remember.
Instead he invested his attention in the carnival around them. The air, it smelt sweet. Like candy apples, fairy floss and cinammon. Further back it was the warm smell of machine oil and straw and animals. There were plenty of people around them. People crowded along the edges of the wide walkways. Crowded around the foodstalls, sideshow games, rides. He cast his eyes over the brightly striped tents, their contents elusive, signs hidden by a thick swarm of bodies.
It was comfortably familar here. He could lose himself in the atmosphere if not for the slow trickle of melted icecream crawling down his wrist.
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Post by Isabella Black on Feb 9, 2011 10:50:56 GMT 10
The wayward haze on Danny's face, about the ice cream, made Isabella draw back. Her own ice cream became forgotten, while trailing her delicate fingers through the smokey trails from the fire breather as he passed by. Orange eye's filled with delectable tales from afar. Teasing them, with knowledge Isabella felt utterly taboo for innocent ears. Not even when the smoke rose above them did Isabella stop following, until the slight drop of ice cream reached her eyes. Her own, already eaten blindly, Isabella's eyes fell on Danny. More hearing then seeing the ice cream, drip away from the cone, making Danny know it too, by using his wrist by means of escape.
A cheeky smile, one rarely seen, played at her lips. A quiver of delight passed her eyes at the sight.
"If you wanted to wear the ice cream, all you needed to do was say so." Isabella smirked, indicating the ice cream currently on him. As if his intention all along was to wear it.
"This is how it's meant to be done." Isabella swiftly moved his hand, so the ice cream was heading towards crashing into his mouth gently. Stepping back on her feet, Isabella tilted her head to the side. Observing Danny.
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Post by Frank on Feb 16, 2011 15:51:15 GMT 10
Danny flinched away from Isabella, but it didn't stop his top lip being smeared with icecream. He darted out his tongue, licked it away. "Fine, i'll eat it." A smirk hid behind his grumbling voice. "Though I don't think coating me in it was the right way to convince me".
He ate it slowly, making sidelong glances at Bella as he did so. "Now that you've had your icecream," he smiled, "What do you want to do?"
Danny cast his eyes over the carnival once more, wondering what fate Isabella would decide for him.
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Post by Isabella Black on Feb 23, 2011 14:03:11 GMT 10
"Oh, I think it was." Isabella responded, with a cocky smile. Watching the white smear of ice cream disappear into his mouth with satisfaction. While trying not to laugh at Danny's suspicious glances her way, every so often.
With the question in the air, Isabella made a soft humming noise. Her right eyebrow danced up, with thoughts, each one twirling with the next. She didn't actually know, usually she just walked till something interesting came along, and begged to be investigated.
"I know!" Isabella all but shouted, much like the idea had in her head. Her violet eyes widening in a comical fashion, spotting a tattoo stall. It was a kind of crazy she needed. A blast of action, leaving the thinking undone.
With the words leaving her lips, Isabella took off, forgetting to 'act human', as the idea gripped hold. Appearing inside the stall, the lights of silver and yellow, reminding her oddly of Hogwarts. It was a small stall, with a row of black seats, empty as no one had yet to want a tattoo printed on their flesh yet.
Taking a seat, Isabella waited for Danny. Her top teeth finding her lower lip, nibbling lightly. While her eyes gazed at the numerous amounts of designs.
"What do you think?" Isabella asked, seemingly talking to herself, but she knew that Danny could hear her, and would know what she was talking about as soon as he made his way.
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Post by Frank on Mar 9, 2011 20:31:21 GMT 10
Caution rose up in Danny as soon as the words "I know" had left her mouth. Nothing that she could get so excited about would have to have something to worry about. "Oh, Isabella" His words were little more than a ghost though, Isabella was already too far away to hear them. He sighed, watching her sprint towards the stall. He realised what it was as soon as she was headed for it. He wasn't surprised or shocked... more curious. It was hard to identify the emotion.
He walked slowly toward the stall, much unlike Isabella. His eyes were fixed on her the whole way, one giving the slightest twitch when her words drifted to him on the wind.
"Your body" he said, sending his reply to her on the breeze.
He abandoned his indifferent tone when he stood close to her. Instead he took on a tone of unquestioning acceptance. He did not know hat to make of it, what to think of it, so he simply accepted it. "What do you want to get?"
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Post by Isabella Black on Mar 15, 2011 19:12:21 GMT 10
"Please get one with me?" Isabella looked up at him, as he found his way. A plea in her purple eyes, she wanted to get one with him. She was uncertain, just yet, of what she wanted. Just something that reminded her of now. This moment in time, that she felt that she couldn't possibly be lighter. After everything, she really thought they needed to do something to break free of the mold.
"We can get something that matches!" Isabella proposed, mindlessly gazing at the walls littered with artistic tattoos, some that could frighten, or some that could melt the heart. She didn't know much about vampires and tattoo's or even if they would stay forever, like they did on human's. All she knew was that she wanted one, and if she did, then Danny was going to get one as well.
"It'll be fun." Isabella promised. Once again finding his forest green eyes.
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Post by Frank on Apr 13, 2011 0:10:46 GMT 10
Danny's eyes glittered against his stony expression. "Isabella..." he shook his head and sighed, "I can't..." He let his voice trail off into nothingness, leaving an echo of regret (or something else) that trailed in it's wake.
He wished he could mark his skin in that tiny, near insignificant way. But he had given up the ability to do such things. He had given up so much for a promise... Ah. An irrelevant promise now. Not denied or forgotten, just irrelevant.
Perhaps if he could, he would get something; a mark, a tribute, something for his Lanor. A memory of sorts. But then, he already had those memory-marks, didn't he? Danny's hand drifted to hover over his chest. That lacework of scars was enough of a tattoo against his skin.
He looked away from Isabella's eyes. "It'll be fun." Hmn. A small, tight smile. Only Isabella would find the pain of marring your flesh fun.
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Post by Isabella Black on Apr 27, 2011 13:50:04 GMT 10
Isabella piped up once her name left Danny's lips again. It sounded strained, although, his next words make a small portion of regret simmer through her. Making Isabella rise from her seat. The regret she was feeling; it wasn't her's. Realising, Danny needed to get a hold of his own emotions. She hadn't yet forgotten the way he could let it crush a mind, just by the thought or lack of control over himself.
Moving her hand to rest on his shoulder, Isabella signed in what could be a defeat as he turned his eyes away from her own.
"You can, you just won't." She delicately told him. A slight shift of her eyebrows, hinted at a frown, but it was so swift, like it hadn't happened at all, for Isabella stepped toward him. While the store's owner came wandering out. Looking at them with curiosity. Isabella could tell, was for their blatant disregard for the line forming behind them.
"Are you hungry?" Isabella suddenly whispered between glances at the store owner and the secluded place in which the owner would tattoo her customers. Isabella's purple eyes glowed with a glint of mischief, as she covered Danny's hand he kept on his chest with her own.
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Post by Frank on Apr 27, 2011 15:00:02 GMT 10
He raised his eyebrows. "The needle would break against my skin." He looked a little taken aback at his own statement. He supposed it was not something he'd ever imagined himself saying. A lot of things were like that these days. It shouldn't really bother him so much.
Oh. His eyelids flickered a little at the contact. He so desperately needed friendship now days. After his self exile, friendship felt like a commodity, touch like an anchor to the real world.
Now, that emotion he felt ripple out. It crashed in little waves against Isabella and the oblivious townspeople. It was a simple need for kinship, nothing more.
Danny glanced at the tattooist, perhaps looking a little longer than he should have. Yes, he was hungry, but it was pushed to the back of his mind. It would remain there, he decided. He didn't feel like feeding, even if hunger was urging to consider it. He shook his head, jaw tense, breifly meeting Isabella's eyes. It could wait, as always. He barely fed himself these days.
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Post by Isabella Black on Apr 27, 2011 19:08:20 GMT 10
Isabella shook her head, like a little girl would. Using more force then needed, resulting in her hair swinging back and forth. Waving around like a curtain. "You can achieve anything, magic remember." Isabella didn't know if he chose to forget this fact. Since the way he was defending the fact he couldn't, seemed so.
She chose to give up trying to get him to get a tattoo with her. Besides, there was always time for them. As they would always be. It was kind of odd for Isabella to think like that, since she had gotten use to Danny as a human. Even now, she couldn't bring up the reason why he wasn't still human. Isabella didn't like to let those emotions devour her.
Glancing back at the owner, Isabella let her tongue slide over her upper lip. Eying, much like a predator, her prey. She could tell, that Danny needed a feast, more so then her. Even in his negative reply, she knew he would bite. He just needed encouragement.
Gripping hold of Danny's hand, that she had previously covered, Isabella pulled, while moving toward the room, following the owner's lead. Once the dark sheet was closed behind them, Isabella had hold of her wand, instantly putting the owner to sleep. Holding on to her, Isabella made sure she make a little incision along the neck, letting the fresh warm blood pour through.
"I know you're hungry, it'll only get worse." Isabella informed him, a small smile on her lips. Slowly she licked wound, tasting the metallic liquid. Focusing her eyes onto Danny.
"Here" She moved closer to him, the intoxicating blood smothering the room with it's intense aroma.
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Post by Frank on May 3, 2011 15:15:44 GMT 10
Danny looked at Isabella blankly. "But these are muggles Isabella. I don't want to bring magic into this," he frowned slightly against his pale skin and delicate features. "I assumed this was a normal trip..." Well, as normal as anything could be with a pair of magic vampires. (Oh, what even was his life?)
Danny pulled his hand free of Isabella's, a little more forcefully than he intended. When had Isabella become so pushy? Hmnph. Probably around the time that he had become so weak. So pathetic. Danny tried to steer away from that train of thought. It made him angry at himself. He didn't want to be angry now. No, not now.
The smell of fresh blood filled his senses. It was vile. Repulsive. He gagged a little on the smell. Instead of being attracted by the smell of the warm, life-giving fluid, he was sickened by it. "Isabella, no". His voice was stern as that of a parent denying their child. He was tempted turn away from her, to leave the tent and the mess behind.
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