are sins ever forgiven? (DARIUS)

[Evangelon Karinne Moss]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 1em; -moz-border-radius: 1em; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2wom9du.png), width: 400px; height: 400px;] Sometimes I wish for falling, Wish for the release I’ll dance with myself, I drunk myself down, Found people to love, Left people to drown, I'm not scared to jump, I'm not scared to fall, there was nowhere to land, I wouldn't be scared at all… All around her, the world was bright and glittering in the late night moon. A halo of light was cast from the tree tops, making everything appear like it was from a fairy tale. Birds sang above her, chirping wildly as she wove her way through the typically treacherous forest in search of her usual spot; the clearing. It was almost pitch black, but that was how she liked it. The world looked alight with her new vision, designed to see best in the darkest of places. The one thing she missed was the sun; at least as a blue fledgling she could feel a bit of the warmth. Now that damn boy had killed her, and she had to deal with the handicaps of being a red fledgling. The daylight was the bane of her existence now. Fan-freaking-tastic. If that boy wasn't already rotting in jail, she'd make sure something happened to him for what he did. The sick part was that she still loved him, but she could never admit that to herself. That part of her life was over, the chapter of him closed forever. She'd never get her hands dirty, but she could orchestrate something good. Or at least... She could think about it. Tonight she wouldn't dwell on that though. Not on trying to figure out just what the hell she would do with herself, but on what she was about to create. In her right hand was a small canvas, in her left was a box of oil pastels. Hopefully this piece wouldn't turn out sad or something. After all, she was pretty miserable, especially tonight since her only friend Justin Flyte was off busy with his girlfriend. She shuddered, thinking of that girl's eyes. They sure as hell scared the crap out of Evangelon, that's for sure. There was always some animosity between the two women, and it really bothered Eva. She wished nothing more than to be liked, but eventually she'd have to realize that not everyone is going to like her. That wouldn't stop her from trying, of course. Always making things difficult. Stepping out from the treeline, Evangelon smiled a bit. No teeth showed, just a tilt of her lips when she took in her surroundings. Hazel eyes surveyed the area, the boots on her feet making their way through the tall grasses with ease. Stars glittered up above her head, and they would have been enchanting if she hadn't been in this desultory mood. She had been riding her horse for Equestrian class earlier and he had been upset about something. She'd taken the sad emotions from him, but now they were nested inside her instead. That was the trade off for her gift. Shaking her head, she adjusted her shirt with the printed tree. She had felt in a very earthy mood, sporting neutral colors and feather accessories. The bracelet she always wore was wrapped comfortably around her wrist, the feather attached to it softly touching her wrist. Spotting a nice area to sit, she lowered herself to the ground, put the pastels on the ground, and slid off the lid. The canvas was sitting across her crossed legs, and she slipped the elastic band off her wrist to pull her hair back and down over her left shoulder. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes a moment before reopening them to see the world from her attempted artist perspective. She didn't really draw what she saw... It was harder to explain than that. It was more like she drew what was in front of her as emotions. Taking a deep breath, she looked down and retrieved a nice dark purplish blue pastel from her collection. Using delicate fingers, she peeled back some of the paper, rubbing her fingers together afterward to relish in the waxy texture of her chosen medium between her fingers. Taking one more look at the treeline to her right, she assessed the size of her canvas a moment, and then began to draw. It wasn't really a cohesive picture, more along the lines of swaths of color all arranged in a strange pattern. She played with the midnight blue-purple color for a while, then grabbed a nice earthy green and started trailing it through the base color she had created to give the picture a bit more depth. She did the same with another type of blue, and a black as well. Then, grabbing a nice yellow-white pastel, she finished with a few quick, strong strokes to bring out her ideas. Once she was finished, she smudged a few places with her fingers trying to get the right kind of movement on the piece. That was what she loved about oil pastels; their flexibility and how easy they were to transform into wispy fanciful designs. Eyes looked over the piece, a mix of blues and greens and purples with those bright fleeting accents. She really liked this one... Maybe she would hang it in her room when she got home. Or maybe she would give it to Justin. That is, if he wasn't busy with his mean scary girlfriend. Hazel eyes grew hard, her glare almost perfect. If looks could kill, Eva would turn Cris to stone. It wasn't like she was trying to steal Justin away and have him for herself. Ok, so maybe she was, but just as her friend. Evangelon had a crush on him, sure, but she wouldn't steal another persons boyfriend. That was just wrong. It was more like she wished to spend more time with him because he was her only real friend. She didn't know what else to do to get him to see her. Maybe she would try to make him jealous... She had never attempted that venue before. Not that he would really fall for it - after all, he had a girlfriend - but maybe just once she could do or say something, or maybe even have a fling on the side. She didn't really have her eye on anyone, so she had no idea where to start. Come on, Eva... Think spontaneously! she thought to herself, trying to come up with an idea that didn't sound just stupid in her head. She wasn't one for being attached emotionally - in truth, it scared the hell out of her - but maybe just something to spark in his head that she wouldn't be around forever. At least, theoretically speaking. © melly welly from caution 2.0 | LYRICS BY FLORENCE & THE MACHINE OUTFIT: HERE | 1077 WORDS | NOTES: first post as evangelon!

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[Darius Night]

Darius didn't think that he could possibly count how often he ended up in this forest alone lately. It pissed him off entirely. Darius was not a little bitch or anything like that, quite the opposite actually. Darius was a fucking bad-ass in his own right, he was pretty much the strongest guy he knew and the most handsome and he never took no shit from nobody. That was just the way he was, he even was sorta smart when it came to like reading and shit but no one would ever know that. He kept that a carefully guarded secret as guarded as he kept the locket that was tucked under his gray wife beater at all times.

His fingers went to the bulge of it subconsciously as he sat there in the forest on the floor. He was waiting for Seth of course and just like always as of lately. Seth was not going to come, It was part of their little ritual. It wasn't set in stone or anything like that no, it was more just something that was understood that they did. He liked it that way, but lately all Seth was focused on was his new little girlfriend. Miss Sephora Taryn. Of course, Darius had to give Seth props for cracking the uncrackable. There were stories told all around campus about her, but Seth and Darius had a bit of a system. Sleep with the chick then leave. Well that was more Darius then Seth, Seth liked to make the chick fall first where as Darius liked less mess and just wanted to fuck the girl and then leave and that would be the end of that. No harm No foul at least the girl knew it was coming, most of the time anyway.

Even with that system though, It usually worked for Both Seth and Darius but Seth had already done it, he had made Sephora fall for him and sleep with him and now he was just kept coming back to her for more, he was always with her whether they were fucking or just spending time together and this left Darius here. All by himself in the middle of the fucking enchanted forest with no best friend to share his exploits with. Darius snorted, he really was starting to sound like a little bitch and if he didn't check it soon. He might as well start locking his own balls up in some chicks easy bake oven.

He sighed and stood moving his hand from the locket that he kept hidden underneath his shirt, it was his mothers and he never let anyone see it ever. He never talked about or anything so that was where it stayed. Hidden. He shrugged and dusted off the back of his long black trench coat. Darius pretty much wore the same thing every day. Long black Trench, Gray wife beater, and some jeans and his big black torn boots that made a huge clomp every single time that he walked. It was his signature style, the ladies liked it so he figured it was something good to wear.

All that aside though, Darius had to figure out something to do right now. The warm summer air was cooling off now that it was night time and Darius lifted his head to breath it in a bit. He really liked how it smelled as it mixed in with the pine scent of the forest, he ran a hand through his spiked blacked hair and his dark eyes darted around as he looked for something to do. He shrugged a bit and started to climb a tree, he guessed he could come up with some type of tree hopping game and maybe that would keep him occupied. Hey, he had nothing else to do and it seemed as exciting as anything else was going to be.

He climbed up to the top of a tree and lifted his head to sniff the air one more time, he jumped them to another tree and grinned when he landed effortlessly on it. Being a red had so many perks and this was definitely one of them. He grinned and then hopped over to another tree enjoying the feel of being in the air and how it just kinda hit him like a big bag of air. Yeah, he was made with metaphors...or similies...or whatever the fuck those damn things were called. He didn't care though, he just knew that he loved how it felt and he was relishing in it. He jumped to another tree and that was when he saw something a bit peculiar and something enticing.

He saw a girl in the clearing, He grinned a bit. She seemed to be drawing and she hadn't noticed him sitting up there on the tree above her probably because she was so wrapped up in what she was drawing. This was what he called a good time. A woman someone for him to screw and keep it moving. He ran a hand through his spiked hair just to make sure it was extra spikey and he knew his dark eyes were now alight with mischief. Good time Here I come, he thought as he jumped down right in front of the girl.

Sure it was the forward approach but he didn't give a shit. He liked being forward it was how he was.

"Hey, Whatcha drawnin' there?"he said with a a bit of a devilish grin. He took a tooth pick out of his pocket and put it in his mouth because it was something he had gotten into a habit of doing. Oh well, it didn't really matter. He just wanted to see how this girl was going to react to him. She would want him, he knew that she would he thought with a grin. Hell they always did and Darius welcomed it with open arms, well more like open pants.

Words: 1010
Muse: Good
Notes: Odd child.

[Evangelon Karinne Moss]

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