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Post by , scarlett bennet . on Feb 1, 2013 9:57:49 GMT -5
 , and i still can see blue velvet
THROUGH MY TEARS
Within those hallowed halls, she had felt safe. Like nothing could touch her. Invincible. Well, almost. With an illness taking hold of her mother, the blonde had decided to flee the school, her sanctuary, her home away from home, and retreat back to her old home, it’s skeleton decaying much like her mother. She left, without a word; better that way, she had thought the morning after she left for home, as after all, who would really miss her that much. Perhaps it was as if her mother’s illness had reached out its spindled fingers and grasped a hold upon the young blonde’s mind, polluting it with thoughts she would not have possessed before. It was a wonder what illness did to a family; spreading it thinly, as opposed to bringing it closer together. What was it that Tolkien said, like butter scraped over too much bread? That’s how she felt, her soul had felt thin, and her heart… it just ached. It ached for simpler times, when she was happy and all she had to worry about was her classes and her friends. She longed for those times. But Hemingway had said, quite wisely, she decided, that ‘we were stronger in the places that we’ve been broken’, and it became a saying of hers, something that she’d tell herself, whenever she felt that pang of loneliness or sorrow. It was not as if the blonde’s mother was a pleasant sort of person, who people were drawn to, oh no, she was reserved, almost painfully so, even from her own children, and although she may have been quiet in disposition, she was still firm and unyielding; it was perhaps why Scarlett thought that the illness would not claim her. Mrs Bennet was unyielding, to the very end, not able to admit defeat until the last breath left her body, and disappeared into the air around them. She’d cried that day, and the days following. She had never thought of herself as a very strong woman, but in those following days, she grew; her spine was held a little straighter, her head a little higher, and so she walked on, not allowing herself to look back.
She secretly hated that she left. Left without a word. But it had been better. She didn’t want people to worry, so she ran. It had seemed like the best option, but when she slipped into the dark recesses of her mind, she needed someone, but no one was there. It was her own fault. She had abandoned those that she had cared about. Gene, Kabriel, Layla, Asahria, Yuki, Roy. There were too many for words, but perhaps the most hurtful, the most heart wrenching loss, was him; Darkened hair and bright eyes. Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art. She couldn’t read Keats anymore after she left him. She had wanted to write to him, to confess all of he worries, but as the days went on, and turned into weeks, her hand was more hesitant, and her heart had turned to stone. He was better off, they all were. So, as she sat, the coldness of the bench permeating the skin of her layered thighs, hands entwined together, her gaze observing the grey sky, it’s melancholic nature a metaphor for her life, she let herself wander where he was, where they all were. She had heard conversations, passing comments about certain names that held a familiar resonance, but not him. He’d moved on. It filled with that sense of regret, that pressure clawing at her insides, making her lungs burn as if she was drowning. Life had not been kind to her over the past two years, but she in turn, had not been kind to those who she abandoned. An eye for an eye, as it were. She was strong, her head held high, but she could not help the slight glassiness that overtook her vision, or the way the cold seemed to nip even harsher at the end of her nose. She may have been strong, she had to have been, but within her home, her true home, her sanctuary, she felt at ease, and that very feeling, that gentle caress of familiarity, allowed the tears to slowly flow from her azure eyes. Her cheeks burned as hot tears met wind bitten skin, but she was happy. She could feel again.
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---- words `` seven two four
---- notes `` bff times <3
---- tags `` gene
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Post by genevieve demont on Feb 3, 2013 9:57:14 GMT -5
 `now it’s time to build from the bottom of the pit[/i][/size][/font] right to the top; don't hold back_________________________________________________[/center] The clicking of heels reverberated through the hollow halls. Genevieve was moving as though she was on a mission---and she was. Not long after returning to her dormitory after a long night out with her husband, the whispers began. Scarlett Bennet had returned. Scar, her best friend in the entire world who had left without so much of a word, was back. Perhaps she was being a little hypocritical; Genevieve herself had left everyone behind for over a year when her own cousin, and best friend since birth, had passed away unexpectedly. Scarlett was not that type of person though. She was so considerate of those around her that it honestly surprised Gene that she would do such a thing. The two of them were practically inseparable, even after she had married Silas. Scarlett was one of her first friends at this school, along with Vanity and the long line of boys Genevieve had been involved with, and it just didn’t make sense to her that she would just leave the way she did. Something seriously had to be wrong for Scarlett, the cool and collected friend, to leave so abruptly without saying goodbye.
With a kiss on her husband’s cheek, Genevieve had taken off to find her old friend, hence why she was walking these halls. Her scent was distinct and it was leading Genevieve in all sorts of directions. Had she been confused about where to go? It started to clear out when Genevieve had reached the doors that led outside. Great. This was going to take even longer, especially if Scar had been as indecisive as she was indoors. Genevieve’s blue eyes searched high and low, zooming in to different parts of the grounds trying to find her friend. Being a vampire certainly had it’s perks, especially when you were looking for someone. Genevieve didn’t want to argue with her; of course all she wanted to do was find out what had happened and go back to the way things were. Genevieve had lost a lot of friends when she decided to marry Silas so young; well, technically she had been 19 when she married Silas and only looked 17. Still, Rue had completely erased her out of his life and she honestly couldn’t blame him. She had broken his heart and he had really hurt hers. Anyway, off topic. Gene just wanted to see her friend and talk to her like they used to. Now that Scarlett was back, Genevieve finally had someone other than her husband to spend time with.
It didn’t take long to find her. Scarlett sat on a bench, her blonde hair blowing with the breeze. She looked different, almost happier and more relieved, expect for the fact that tears stained her pale cheeks. Genevieve slowly approached her friend, sitting down beside her and pulling her crying friend into her chest. ”So the rumors are true. Ms. Scarlett is back,” she said simply, rubbing her friend’s back with her hands before letting her go. Gene grabbed Scarlett’s hand and have it a squeeze. ”Talk to me…what’s wrong?” That was so Gene, acting like nothing had ever happened and it had only been a few days instead of over a year that she hadn’t seen her best friend. Gene had so much to tell her, but it could wait. Right now, her best friend needed her.
[/size] `OUTFIT --- xoxo
`TAG --- scarlett bennet
`WORDS --- five six four
`NOTES --- sorry it’s poor. i didn’t wanna keep you waiting (: [/size] |
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Post by , scarlett bennet . on Feb 7, 2013 18:18:57 GMT -5
, and i still can see blue velvet
THROUGH MY TEARS
There was that unpleasant tingling in her nose, the tingle that told her tears were imminent, it was only a matter of waiting for them to fall; which they did. It was a torrent, unwilling to stop until all the emotion that she had held within her had disappeared, until it had left it’s stained residue against the hollows of her cheeks. In a way, she had felt Gene’s presence, before she had heard her, which is perhaps due to them having this bond – something that only wonderfully good friends possess – it was almost an ability to sense who someone is, or when something is wrong. With Gene, she knew it was her, but there was this coolness, a stiffness that she was unfamiliar with; a hidden emotion of some kind, and she knew then, that whilst Gene comforted her, Scarlett needed to comfort her friend in return. It seemed all so silly, so prosaic in its way, that they hadn’t seen each other for months, yet, Scarlett was crying, and Gene had come to her proverbial rescue, without the first blonde even saying anything. That was perhaps, true friendship in its unique form. All Scarlett could do was lean into her friends embrace, and hug her back, the hands which had been clasped together now going to encircle her friend, bringing them closer together, in more ways than one. “Oh Gene… I’m such a… such a horrible person” she told her, trying to hold back the wavering in her voice enough to make sense, but the sobs soon returned. She was horrible. She had left Gene. Asahria. Layla. Charlotte. Yuki. Noemi. Roy. Kabriel. And she had left him. She had left him, of all people. She had thought more of herself; she had always thought that she would never be one to abandon any of her friends, those that she truly cared about. But she had, and as the cold bit at her cheeks, and the coolness inside of her made her heartache, she knew she was alive, but by Merlin, such horrible things made her not want to be. She was the lowest of the low. “I left… everyone” the blonde then looked up at her friend again, “And I’m so sorry”. She truly was.
It was springtime when her mother had died, the first daffodils of the season had sprung up from the earth which still held the last remnants of Winter’s chill and the blonde had found herself in the garden early each morning, perhaps trying to absorb some of the coolness within herself, so that when she ventured inside once again, and as she began to thaw due to the warmth, then the constriction in her chest might relinquish its grasp, even a little bit; thawing out the numbness she felt around her heart. But with the numbness came the emptiness. And the emptiness, the feeling of nothingness was something that she couldn’t stand. There was a void, a hole almost, that made her feel incomplete – she believed that her mother would live; a woman that strong, that intent on living would not have allowed an illness to take control of her, to allow her to whither away into almost nothingness. But she had. Although Scarlett and her mother had never really seen eye to eye, Mrs Bennet was nonetheless still her mother, and she would only have one. One mother. But she was gone, and she couldn’t understand why it still hurt so much. Why the pain was not easing with time as her father had said that it would. He was wrong; he had been wrong about so many things regarding their family, that when the opportunity came to return to school, she jumped at the chance to resume her former life in France, unaware, perhaps blissfully so, of how her father would feel regarding the news. He wanted her to be happy of course, but within Britain, at Hogwarts perhaps, he had suggested one day over tea in their country garden. All she could remember was the sound of blood pounding in her ears as the bumblebees hovered amongst the honeysuckle. She had to return to Beauxbatons, and he knew it. Mr Bennet knew it all too well.
“Oh Gene” she said, fishing a handkerchief out of her pocket, before dabbing at the wetness underneath and around her startling blue eyes. “It wasn’t something I wanted, but my mother was sick…and I .. I felt I had to go. I had to look after her. Perhaps it was silly of me to think that no one would really miss me, huh?” she finished, a watery smile drawn onto her trembling lips as she continue to dab at her facial features, the silken cloth absorbing the salted tears. She was silly. She shouldn’t have been so foolish in her assumption of those that she considered friends.
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---- words `` eight one three
---- notes `` emotional times <3
---- tags `` gene
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Post by genevieve demont on Mar 1, 2013 13:47:54 GMT -5
`now it’s time to build from the bottom of the pit [/i][/size][/font] right to the top; don't hold back_________________________________________________[/center] Oh Gene…I’m such a…such a horrible person…I left everyone…and I’m so sorry.
Genevieve was left stunned for a moment, nsure of what exactly to say to her crying friend. Honestly, she had never seen Scarlett this way; her fellow blonde had always been so happy, bubbly, and hardly ever emotional like this. If anything, Scar was the one who helped Gene with these sorts of situations. Whatever happened in Scarlett’s life that made her leave had changed her. It certainly was not a bad change; in all honesty, she still looked like the Scar that used to roam the castle with her acting like they were the biggest things that ever happened to this school. It was her attitude and demeanor that seemed a little different. For one, Scarlett would never be cause dead crying in front of friends let alone in a place as public as this courtyard. Genevieve regretted being silent for so long rather than trying to ask her friend for more details and offer her more comfort, but she genuinely didn’t know what to do. Her mind had been so focused on her marriage and all the events that had happened these past few weeks that she had neglected those around her, especially Scarlett. She had heard she returned, but it had taken forever for this meeting to take place and it certainly was not going as she had imagined in her head. Gene pictured something like the two of them bouncing around and laughing with Gene talking a about Silas and Scar talking about Lucien and everything would be like it used to be. But, obviously, that was not the case.
It wasn’t something I wanted, but my mother was sick…and I .. I felt I had to go. I had to look after her. Perhaps it was silly of me to think that no one would really miss me, huh?
She had been about to reply when Scar spoke again and her stomach sank. What a terrible friend she was: while she was off in England mourning the loss of her closest cousin and ignoring everyone who ever meant anything to her, Scarlett was going through her own emotional problems and had not been there for her. Gene frowned, fiddling with her hands in her lap before speaking again. ”Oh Scar, I am sorry you had to go through all that. I experienced a death too and left for a year before coming back,”
[/b] she told her, hoping it would make her feel a little better knowing that, at least, Gene wasn’t around for her to feel guilty about leaving. ”Come on, Scarlett. No more of those tears. You are back here with your friends surrounding you. No need to be so down.”[/b] Genevieve allowed a smile to form on her lips, hoping it would help Scarlett just a little. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] `OUTFIT --- xoxo
`TAG --- scarlett bennet
`WORDS --- four seven seven
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