FEVERISH ECLIPSE

Farewell my beauties I will not be returning for updates anytime soon, why? You don’t really have to know that do you. There are only a few people who come here to read anymore because of my lack of attentions to the World Wide Web. Its not that I don’t love you all, those of you that I have become quite close to over the 5 years I have been on LJ I will always remember in those quite times of contemplation.
Know this, I have often talked about the remains of fantasy and fact of this little journal, weather they be truth or fiction was up to the reader. However I will tell you this, everything that I wrote on here was truth apart from simple short stories. The updates on my life and memories (if you can tell out which are which) where truth down too the detail. I have never pretended to be anything but myself. How people view themselves is up to the individual and nothing that I have told you about myself was any kind of tall tale. Weather you can handle this fact is up too you, weather you run and hide from in, cover it with doubt or wish it away is up too you. Don’t think that I have ever lied about loving or caring about anyone of you, I have thought about each of you in turn when away from the screen as well and looking at it. My muses have been my muses and don’t worry I will be keeping an eye on you all to make sure your writing does not waver.
But its time that I am on my way, life has thrown me many things that I may not have handles as well as I would have liked but with all your help I was reminded that life and the search for life in every moment is and will be forever important. You must believe in your dreams my beauties you'd be surprised what is true and what isn’t. You must remember that things are hidden. And that searching for what you believe in is the most wonderful thing of all. Never let yourself settle no matter how hard life’s gets, because ALL of you are beautiful beings that deserve what makes you happy. You are the lights in the sky, the small smiles, the light sounds and bright colours that make each life time passing one to tuck away in my mind.
I may pop up from times to time on the net or in your lives. I may watch as you pass your floors from lack of sleep. Watch from a street corner as you tears fall from your face for whatever reason. So be that simple stranger too gaze that little bit closer at you from across a room.
Don’t ever let yourself be pulled down by that others think or feel about you.
Your are strong enough to get back up.
You are beautiful at any angle.
You are enough.
You are smart.
You are alive.
Never forget that.


Farewell
Its time for your lady to be going.

XX

Lady Redleaf stands at the edge of the rabbit hole. My dress murmurs around my ankles. I can feel the landscape slipping into nothing as the long wait drips before I can take my foot off the grown to make that first step. The hole too wonderland is dark and deep.
Closing my eyes I take a breath not knowing what will become of me.
I jump.

Short up-date list for the last few days.

Used new face product = Broke out in red blotchy skin (bottle is know in bin with broken back)

Went to sands b-day bash = hang over, late for work, had a tiff with wolf (didn’t have any coffee either)

Tiff with wolf = he is trying but making all the right moves at the wrong times
Sigh...I can’t really blame him, not only am I a hard woman to read but I’m also a hard man to read too. (Ok thanks god/goddess for giving me a uni-sex brain, however if would be nice if you threw in an on and off switch!

I miss my mates online = (yes I can miss people) I’m just so busy I barely get any rest/sleep as it is.

Broke my boot heel = while checking out a really cute girl outside star-bucks.
(Some woman should wear a sigh saying WATCH OUT FOR POT HOLES!)

Trying to stay sane as I’m helping Hanna plan this wedding = I love her to bits but I’m very nervous about this hole braids maid thing, what if screw up, trip over and take everyone down with me, get shot, or make a joke at the priest...

I really need some shut eye,
Sorry I haven’t been around, I think of you guys ya, know.
I just have a lot to deal with of late, not counting everything else in the other half of my life.
Night darlings
See you soon.

Red.

Your Intrapersonal Intelligence Score: 90%

Your Intrapersonal Intelligence is Very High You've spent a lot of time introspecting, and it's really paid off. You are comfortable with who you are, and you have a life philosophy that you are happy to live by. And you're always re-evaluating what you believe. Because you learn something new about yourself each day!

You Communicate Like a Man

When you communicate, you like to get to the point. You're not afraid to say what's on your mind - and leave it at that. Talking about your emotions drains you. You rather keep them to yourself. You prefer solving problems to wallowing in your sorrows.

Your Beauty Element is Fire

Wild and sexy, you keep your beauty style smokin' hot. You're not afraid of glamour or showing off your assets!

Your Body Image is 28% Unhealthy, 72% Healthy

You're body image is quite healthy, though you're sometimes a little bit too hard on yourself. Chances are you've got a rockin' body - so enjoy it!

What Your Sleeping Position Says

You have a passion for everything - including sleeping. Outgoing and brash, you tend to still shock those who know you well. You tend to be selfish. You are the most likely type to hog the covers. You gravitate toward comfort and don't like extreme situations.

Exotic Dancer Name Is...

Violet

Your Career Personality: Independent, Insightful, and Ingenious

Your Ideal Careers: Architect Artist Business strategist College professor Computer programmer Mathematician Neurologist Philosopher Photographer Video game developer

You Are A Sometimes Ex

You're sometimes an ex, and sometimes you two are back together And while your ex may seem like old news right now... You've got to wonder why you keep getting sucked back in

You Are An Orange Girl

You live in the fast lane. You love action, risk, and competition. You're spontaneous, enthusiastic, and persuasive. But you're also easily bored - and love to rebel against structures. You resent rules ... as well as people's attempts to control you!

Your Passion is Red!

You've got that spark - a good dose of intensity, power, and determination. You do whatever you want in life ... to hell with what anyone thinks! With so many interests and loves, you're always running around doing something new. You have fire in your eyes, and it shows. Bet you're even wearing something red!

The PJ's You Are Most Like: Sexy PJ's

You're a hot girl, and you don't let anyone forget it - even yourself You have an understated, easy sexiness that men love Relax a little - you look great even when you're not wearing lipstick!

An image of a stranger,
Spun from the mist,
walking, 
waiting.
Reaching with careful fingertips.
Brush her warm skin.
If you breath too slowly,
you might hear him sing.
My one,
My only,
For all I want is you.

If only you knew how exquisitely beautiful you are,
How in your beauty you suck any true cruelness from me.
And how when I went to run, escaping all that within my reason I hated the most.
The comfort of a trap, and even now I still feel like someone will come in the night and trap me within a soft cage with you.
And I will pace forever, and slowly eat away your passion, slowly eat away at your light.
Turn you into a bleeding shadow, bitter and lonely as I spend all day staring from the bars.

But as I saw your face in the rain, your dark curls dripping, full lips trembling from the cold I could not turn. I could mask, I could whisper curl words that made your hot tears mix with the rain. But turn I could not.
Tender in your despair and locked within your loyalties of love.
My raw open wounded beauty.

But as I saw your body sleeping, your thick dark lashes draping your bedroom eyes.
Your form bathed in the light from the window, the curve of your hips entrancing.
Your frame that of a boy but of a fully grown man. Your structure flawless, shoulders dusted in those light freckles, long legs seamless. With your hand half curled like a child.
I could not turn to the door, bag in hand and leave.
My perfectly painted prince.


But as I saw your eyes, dark, the hate in them as frozen as the winter that you love so. Like dark woodland they promised danger and desperate self preservation.
Your head half tilted from the blow to your breathtaking jaw I gave.
Your body filled with tension, fury and the undercurrent of bitterness.
Your jacket and shirt discarded on the bed from the passion.
You stood, your chest bare, trying to control the beast.
My starving and indifferent wolf.

And after all of this and so many more moments in my mind.
As I count your freckles in the waking light of dawn,
Trace circles on your firm stomach as you dry my share of the dishes,
Lick the sweat from the soft nap of your neck after sex.
How can you look at yourself and not see the imprints of my eyes on your skin.

How can you lay there in the dark, your voice so small with such genuine uncertainty in it...
And ask if I still want you.

You Are More Yang

Masculine Creative Angry Spring Summer Morning Sun Space Active Wood Chocolate

Alright so as you most would have guess my life at large is somewhat abnormal, as to what say would be abnormal to you all would very on your own lives and that of your companions.
Less to say things have heated up of late in a part of my life that I don’t share with my lovers or most (if not all) of the people in my life.
A car was in fact waiting outside my evening job when I came out last week and I was surprised to say that of my own free I got in with a fellow counterpart of mines car which I didn’t trust as far as I could throw him (which isn’t very far because he is a somewhat large man) and drove outside of town to the wilding hills of hope where a small house is occupied by a small group of fellow counterparts. Used off and on when needed.
Why I let myself be brought out to the damn house I have not been in for almost three years now I didn’t know. but it was safe to say that it had nothing to do with the "normal" string of events that have been coming and going in which I have no intent of taking part in. 

But as always the closed box is always more enticing then the open one.
However it seems as I was inform by a girl (mouse) (that I have met on only one other occasion) that someone has been tracking me. I have known of a few that have passed me by from here to there, after all I wrote of the man searching for answers I couldn’t give him only a few days go. However it is safe to say that this practical gentleman I do not wish to confers with or anything of the otherwise. And in fact have been dodging for the better part of ten years. 
Not only has this man tracked me down from almost the other side of the glob but has brought up my records and families records. Which gets my blood boiling too no end.
I am not bothered by the information that he has gathered because lets face it, I’m not that stupid.
Its that he has weather he knows it or not, drawn the nearby attention of a small group of people that I under no circumstances want to talk with, I have now received two phone calls (thank god I wasn’t home) and just today a rather rudely put together dinner invite.
To tell you the truth I’m not at all shore of what to do, and my head is full enough of what I have to deal with in my mundane life. Moving for one thing, trying to set up a solid Polly partnership, work, saving and my novel. And on top of all that, this shit has sprung a leak.
I really do just feel like smacking myself with a frying pan at this moment in time. Or maybe something a little more blunt force.
Alright I’m all for watching people, in fact its one of my better pass times, unlocking the keyholes to that which you are speculating about. But surely he must realise that all actions led to other actions and that of people around you and so forth.
Sigh....
I have a headache
I think I may sleep a little while before I have to go to work again.

 

I think I may take a shower as well.

Calm me down.

Within your cave of numbers lays a splash of colour,
a flash of red, amongst the coarsening white,

A creature to you of convenience.

Did you miss me or am I just a flirtatious amusement?

Sadness is like a veil upon your face,

As I with draw my hand across a table.

He smiled a predatory smile,

He is a very capable fighter but he belittle himself with his own arrogates.

He took in the curves of her body,

The motor purred smoothly under him,

Legs spread to sit atop its curving back,

The wild ride.

He sat upon her abdomen,

His moist navel inviting,

The man looked at the girl-like woman lying in the bed, the crisped white sheets too stiff.

His dark curls laces her cheek, he bit her softly and with-drew.

He cut every tendon in her body.

She has the world at her fingertips,
but he has cut off her hands.

Just be careful my love, id rather if you stayed in one piece.

Smiling because everyone is crying

I'm going to eat your heart,
and make you share mine.

Her dead lips whispered softly in her sleep

As the rain pleated down upon them both, she tried to pull away,

Lashing out too hit him as he sat there and took each blow,

With a moan

An arch

And a trickle of sweat

She didn’t trust him; he knew this and perhaps she never would,

In his cave he stared at the splash of red,

Threw the ice on the mountains

Out of his eyes

At his captivated and mesmerized owner. 

When it's missing then you want it more
It isn't right
Turning turning out the door
And back to this
Leave it like it was before
And let me out
Must've been the end of the story
Giving it all
Giving it all away
You're going to wake up someone
Study it all
The wings, the crowd, your face 
Youre going to end up like one
Trouble at home
Travel the way you say
 The road don't like me
 Travel the way 
Travel it all the way
The road's going to end on me
Oh, they like me
'Cause I'm a warrior 
A warrior 
Stand on my feet
Dance the warrior
The warrior
Where would I be?
I'd be a warrior
A warrior
Now the strangers have caught on
And they're riding in the back seat
The rivers going to wash all
Yeah, the river it spoke to me
It told me Im small
And I swallowed it down
If I make it at all
I'll make you want me
Trouble at home
Travel the way you say
The road don't like me
Travel it all
Travel it all the way
The road's going to get on me
And Im small
The road's going to get on me
If it gets it at all
The road's going to end on me
Like a warrior
A warrior
Dance the warrior
The warrior.

Well I have to say that in the last few days’ life as been a little more interesting,
I’ve met someone that I have wanted to meet for a very long time,
I have to say that my head is still spinning.
He had been tracking me for a while and I'm not shore how I feel about that.
He showed me a number of things I have been wondering about; however I don’t trust him in the slightest.
I fully aware that all he wants is a link to the things that he himself has been searching for.
Why he came to me I still have no idea, in fact I find it all to be quite hilarious
but as I said to him I can’t tell him what he wants to hear.
There isn’t much point running about the world looking for someone that doesn’t want to be found nor likes company.
And it’s not like we are on good terms anyway.
I have ever found idle worship healthy and of all people him.
I understand what he wants; I’ve heard it all before.
But I can’t see the point in relaying on some conjure up fantasize for happiness. 
Even with all the add ons, fame and so called glory.
The perception is pointless.
You might as well barricade yourself in a library or go a join some gothic study group.
And he seems like a brighter man then that, but he is in great need of a cold bucket of ice to the face.
I understand the allure of the acquire outcome, but you'd think bye now he would of caught on.
He never could share, and as I said he never was very found of me… Nor I with him in fact.
Our encounter was of complete coincidence 
and if it wasn’t for that woman I wouldn’t have been any wiser then anyone else on the subject of confirmation and evidence.
And to be honesty, I’m really getting quite sick of hearing about him.

For the more confused readers, if you don't understand this post then be happy in your ignorance.

Less you be drawn into the new aged craze that has been going on for longer then is humanly possible.    

 

"My Sweet Prince"

Never thought you'd make me perspire.
Never thought I'd do you the same.
Never thought I'd fill with desire.
Never thought I'd feel so ashamed.

Me and the dragon can chase all the pain away.
So before I end my day, remember..
My sweet prince, you are the one
My sweet prince
you are my one

Never thought I'd have to retire
Never thought I'd have to abstain
Never thought all this could back fire
Close up the hole in my vain

Me and my valuable friend
can fix all the pain away
So before I end my day
remember
My sweet prince
you are the one
My sweet prince

Never thought I'd get any higher
Never thought you'd fuck with my brain
Never thought all this could expire
Never thought you'd go break the chain

Me and you baby,
still flush all the pain away
So before I end my day
remember
My sweet prince
 you are my one



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3_NME1Iu79U&mode=related&search=

Well here goes.

Wolf slept with another woman.......
yep
her name is staph and she has be my mate and interested for about 2 years.
She is wonderful kind hearted and cute.
I told wolf that he could sleep with her if he wanted (only her) a while ago because we where planning on starting a Polly relationship with her.
We have slept in the same bed together a number of times but never had sex.
We flirted but never really anything more but a few stolen kisses. I really like her.
Alright,
so I left them in bed together to go to work.
Wolf told me that they had sex that morning as soon as I saw him (he looked like he was going to throw up or I was going to stab him when he told me)
I can't say that I was completely ok with it.
Mainly because before they were talking and she said that she wasn’t bi, so she didn’t want to be with both of us.
I told him that I was ok with him having her as a secondary lover because we have been together for almost three years and along that time I have taken others to my bed and he had to deal with it.

The rules:
only one secondary at a time
I must meet him/her (and so shell he next time I take a lover)
it must be talked over with each secondary so that they understand the rules
primary’s must be held highly overall
no secrets or tip toeing around, everything must be out in the open.

That’s all we have really gotten to today.

I called staph up and calm her down because she was worried that she had done something terrible.

I told her otherwise and explained the simple rules that I lay out, and that I didn’t mind that they be lovers until she moved to welly in a few mouths.

I still have to get used to this...

On the flip side of things he has become a lot more open and relaxed.

It’s like he final broke throw that mental block he had been having about my world and his.

I think things are looking up; it just may take some getting used to.

 

She is leaving in three months.
And I can't help thoughts of seduction even if it will be good for her.
Thoughts of the three of us,
they drive me damn near mad.

But I will be a good friend
nothing will happen tonight even if we will be sharing a bed.
If worst comes to worst I will take a walk during the night.
Wolf would not cross the line without my say so
and even then if he did I could stop him from such a distance.

But in the end, I think that seeing them together, just them

Would perhaps be worth the pain.

I know that I'm too hard on you,
And that every time I move my hand away that it hurts sending you out into the snow.
And that my still face and empty space where words should be matters to you.
but if I tell you what I dream about
if I tell you what I desire
when I have
you don't understand.
I’ve tried even getting close to the subject
but every time I even get close 
you say something that proves that I can never have that with you.
I feel like I have to hold hot black oil in my mouth
and it’s your fault.
You don’t want me to get upset and talk about it
but you reach for me when I am silent.

A screaming silent that only I can hear
you open a window to a world that I have desired for so long
that I could have with someone else but I want with you.
And yet it hurts so badly because I know that’s all I’m going to get.
The glass window looking in
the tease.
The maybes.
I feel like I’m drowning in my own dreams
and your hands are just out of reach
but you choose not to bother to grab mine.
You said you would never let me fall
well I am, I’m slipping
and I’m standing right there
but you can’t see me.

 

And the worst part of all it’s that I’m getting so tired of holding on,

That maybe I might let go and cover myself in normality

I’d get along with you so much better

If what I wanted was simple.

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The smell in the air was enticing, but not of them even there bodies gave off the smell of nothing. Odd that they where so detached from the earth. Like phantoms, no life to sweat with, no emotions to scent. Nothing.
It made the slaying all the more sweeter, excitement rose in me at the sheer sight of them all. So many to take down, such pleasure it would be.
The earth will drink the blood of us again. And so she will thank us for taking these lifeless forms from her bosom. These ice filled archers from the skies.
Eyes so hollow, sneaky and without honour they would take us down.
My body began to splinter and pop with the first signs of my real face. My limbs twisting under my muscles, the rippling of flesh turning to the prickle of velvet fur.
I looked at my family around me, so many of us. Our faces all becoming our true ones. They described us as monsters, but as I looked around me at claw and pelt all I saw was beauty. How jealous they must be of us to have suck looks. Where they where cursed with a never changing face.
I was suddenly overwhelmed with the pride of each of my family. From all the corners of the court we had ran to the sides of own. I smelt no fear among us, I smelt no uncertainty about what we where going to do. The earth was ready to have our limbs run across and prove our oaths to our one and only mother. And she would take us in her arms and send the souls of the warlords into our hearts. The bravely and blood lust of our family that had fallen before us by their hands would give us the power to prevail.
Lining up our battle drums pounding, the very core of life within us.
I couldn’t wait to see my brothers and sisters, lovers and daughters all dying along side me. Hailing to the thing we wait for, this one moment as we fall into one form.
The pack so great and wide we will take up whole valleys and drink up whole rivers.
I left my form half compete so that I may still grip my swords. My breathing gasping out short and stiff with the anticipation of the slaughter. Like an excited pup I shuffled from foot to foot waiting for the battle horns to blow.
I haven’t seen nearly as many winters as I should have to be in this battle but I couldn’t control the blood the encouraged in my head. The smell of gleeful violence was on the air mixed with fur and sex. Even to a young one like me it was undeniable.
The stir between my legs at the sight of all those bodies ready to have me take into my jaws and swallow there life. My teeth simple ached with the image of it all.
I dropped my swords, they where forgotten as the sound I had been waiting for pushed me over the edge of reason. My body buckled and I let out a howl as my rear melted itself down into my true frame. Falling to all fours I leaped with a battle roar so fearsome that the earth shook. I was the first born son of the great mother and they would fear my wrath.


Frist bit.
Where the frist prince runs into battle to meet the other prince for the first time.

Just like me they where. We had travelled for almost a year over the rock-strewn hills of the old warlords. By her hand we would clash.
And fight we did.
Like ants we descended upon the other, all lined up. Upon the thousands ready, there snarling faces turn to demons of the old tales. But deep down we all knew. Or at least I knew that we where fighting for something that had nothing to do with us. The queens did as they wished sending us into this battle.
Never mind the faces that lurked under the battle helms. Never mind the people we left behind or even the pleads in our heads weather they be to the great lady or not. Only that we get out of this still intact.
To her, we where arms with swords clasped tightly.
We where legs to cross canals with, and wings to reach the heavens and rain down upon her enemies.
Where the depths of ones nightmare began, and we so high and mighty lined there shores, ready not to plunge our swords into their torment but into our own.
My sword slashing threw a sea of faces they where as gruesome and monstrous as anything from the depths of hell. But as they fell I knew that somewhere buried deep within they where just like me.
Little figures in a battle on a world made of squares.
Blue eyes, yellow eyes, brown hair, red.
My arm plunged my sword so deep within a sweating body that it reached my hilt. My hand plastered in black blood. Even that small part of them burnt our lungs.
Smells like fire engulfing poison, the sting of it in the eye.
The ashes of the damned. A flight of wingers came upon them hard to the right. Taking out a few of our own. But in battle a body was a body, after a long time all faces look like the enemy. And brothers slay brothers. A bloody face with a sword raised in just another threat.
I ripped my weapon from the body with enough effort to throw me off balance. But I had heard that sickening sound, felt the tug of the blade give away. It had shattered inside the body.
The stinking creature claws still out stretched, I looked at the broken blade it wouldn’t last long. To my left one of us tried to take to the skies only to have his wing torn away from him. His back would be broken; I had his sword before he even hit the ground. I leaped into the air, forcing my bones up at an odd angle so that my wings gave a great beat and I shoot up into the air narrowing missing the teeth of the thing that I taken down the man whose sword I was clutching. Taking to the skies the semi open air giving me a better view of the battle field. Circling back with enough force to tear feathers painfully off my limbs I swooped underside and came up covered in blood. I had lost my helm a many hour ago and with my face covered in black I watched its insides poor over the ground at the deep arcing slice from its belly.
Flying just over the heads of the beasts I took out a least four with the tip of my blade. My voice didn’t sound like my own shouting out orders, my mind departed from me then, in that moment as I raced over and under the bodies of the battle.
Making it my last wish not to leave one left breathing, slicing and hacking where I could.
My body moving for me.
There were no reasons, the monsters where no longer anything like me.
I didn’t need my mind anymore. I wasn’t anything but the cold silver of a blade slicing into warm furred flesh.
Nothing could have warmed me then.
What they would have seen before they had died I wasn’t sure. Just another blood socked face within the slaughter. Or would they have noticed the face of the queens first born son. Would it have been an honour to have died by my hand? Corpses still fell around me, but I was just like them.
But a boy I was, the armour I wore made to fit a much smaller form then the men around me.
Dead, lifeless the very soul in me only a servant to the great lady.
But I was just like them, in battle I was no one, I was just a sword.


Hope you enjoyed that.
Just alittle bit from my novel.

I heard the breathing before I thought to react any differently. I not soon as swung my fist into the side of the wall that he moved out of the way by only a few inches. My fist has made yet another dent in the wood and was burning slightly.
Drops from of my wet hair had landed on his dark red shirt.
“Well it’s nice to see you haven’t warmed up to me”
I signed and flipped my short hair back; the ringlets were so irritable when they got into my eyes when wet. I shifted in my much too short towel and glared at him.
“What did I tell you about coming into my house without knocking Evan?”
I walked into back into the still streaming bathroom.
“Only not to do it, not that your pound my face into the wall if you did.”
I rolled my eyes, he really doesn’t pay attention.
“Have you not see that dead blot on my front door and back as well as the dead lock and standard?, is it not clear that I like to be alone when having privet time.”
He crossed his arms and leant egested the mirror.
“You’re a woman in a house, a lot have dead blots.”
The offhanded insult made my mouth thicken.
“Was there something you wanted, because you’re getting irritating.”
His face changed from friendly to spiteful.
“Who was that whore you where walking with the other day.”
My jaw twitched. I was meant to be relaxing.
“Used that term on any of the company that I keep and you will regret it.”
He shifted his feet but didn’t but the cocky look never left.
“No bullshit Grace just tell me who the hell he was.”
“Why I should I tell you anything, you rudely come in without knocking, proceed to openly insult my sex. And as we speak your eyes are place less then decent.”
He shifted his gaze from my water slicked legs.
“Kinda hard not to look when that towel is so damn short.”
“Make no mistake I can and will replace that little dent with your face if you don’t watch your manners.”
“You would fight me with only a towel on?”
I just looked at him.
“What if I grabbed it and you where naked could you still fight me then?”
I inhaled trying to calm down.
I have to say I’ve never really been good at it.
“What different does it make if I where naked or not, my limps still work the same”
He smirked, “yeah but wouldn’t you feel exposed or something.”
His eyes began to slip down ward
“You will keep your eyes where they are if you don’t want to kiss the floor.”
He rolled his eyes.
“Ya know I’m getting a little bit sick of you and your mates high and mighty act”.
I lent my back on the glass shower wall.
“You have been staying with nick what, a week right.”
“Yeah” he said getting out a box of cigs
“Don’t smoke in here, and has it been all kiss’s and cuddles?”
He sighed and put them back into his jean pocket.
“Yeah I guess.”
I couldn’t but help smirk at what Nicolas saw in him. Reckless disregard. I almost felt sorry for him. It wasn’t his fault that he was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Poor boy really had no idea what shit he would have to be dealing with when Nicolas changed his mood.
“Id just be careful around the people you will be hanging out with is all”
He shrugged his shoulders.
“You still didn’t tell me who you where walking with.”
“His name is Levi” I said turning to face the sink and put some face cream into my hands.
“He’s cute, is he like you, Nicky and that.”
The old nickname put me off and bit.
I shock my head “No”
and rubbed the cream into my face.
“Then what is he”
I finished rubbing it into my skin.
“Mine” I said flatly. “No hitting on my mates when you’re here”
I sighed feeling tired.
“Its time you left Evan. I said you know where the door is.”
I heard a shift a feet on his way out.
“You’re a right bitch you know that Grace.”
I looked at my reflection staring at me from where he had been.
“You have no idea.” She whispered.

Oh just wanted to say, sorry about all the damn Tests. I wasn't in the mood to write, but felt like I wanted to post something fun.
Don't worry I havnt fallen off the face of the earth yet.
I will post you all some yummy stories and sex posts soon.
My brain is just on over drive and needed a rest.

Always with love and a sexual smile.

Grace.