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Post by JACE CHRISTOPHER DRITON on Apr 15, 2012 20:07:17 GMT -5
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Jace was flopped on his bed, his laptop in front of him, typing away, in the middle of arguing with Wren in IM. His bare feet were dangling off the edge of the bed, though he didn't seem as though he minded. A small smile curled the edges of his lips as he lounged, seemingly amused by something his friend had just said. As usual, Wren was hovering around the Jace and Noah topic. And then Jace would swing the conversation around to Wren and Massy. Around and around. Like the circle of life.
His dorm room seemed to be in pretty good condition. Granted, there were a few t-shirts strewn around the room, but that was a given. It wasn't as if he was going to be able to clean every second. Too be honest, this was the best his dorm had looked since he got here. He had kinda sorta straightened up a tad when he heard Noah might be popping in. But he'd straighten up for any friend, right? (Keep telling yourself that, Jace.)
The door leading into his room was slightly ajar, as if it were saying, come on in! And lying on a little table next to his bed was small plate with a very yummy looking chocolate bundt cake sitting on it. Wanna know a secret? Jace made it. Yeah, he loves baking. Shh. He doesn't want people to know. He's always had the idea that that will make him look like a sissy. Oh, Jace.
At the moment, Jace's blond wings were hanging listlessly by his sides, protruding from two long slits in his shirt. That's what they did naturally. They didn't fold across his back like a birds. Sometimes, he hated the growths that always seemed to plague him. They never went away. With other people's powers, they could turn them on and off. Like a light switch. But he had never been able to run away from his. And sometimes, lemme tell you, he wished he could.
Heaving a little sigh, he went back to typing, and he never heard the small creak of his door as it opened further.
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Post by NOAH MAY BLACKTHORN on Apr 15, 2012 20:56:08 GMT -5
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"Hello there stranger" Noah grinned. Her eyes moved to the plate sitting on the bedside table. She walked to it and picked it up before sitting on the bed and crossing her legs placing the plate on her lap. Surprisingly she hadn't eaten at all that day and as soon as she set eyes on the cake, her stomach growled. Noah picked off a piece of the cake before placing it in bet mouth. Closing her eyes she let out a moan as she savoured the taste of the devine cake. She knew that after this visit she would make a stop to the bathroom to rid her body of the cake before going back to her dorm. But no one else would know what she was planning.[/classy]
WORDS: no idea - OUTFIT: here - TAG: jace - NOTES: ;]
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Post by JACE CHRISTOPHER DRITON on Apr 15, 2012 22:04:17 GMT -5
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He didn't realize she had come in until she had started walking towards him. He sat up quickly and set his black laptop down on the bed beside him (on the opposite side she was headed for). He offered her a small, slightly shy smile. It wasn't too often a girl came to his dorm. Well, never, really. Although she was just a friend (once again, really , Jace?). He commanded himself not to be nervous. Pfft, yeah right.
And then he remembered his wings. Oh, shit. He meant to wrap them around his back again before Noah got here. Nice job, Jace. He started retracting them, but then decided against it. Secrets out, already. No use trying to pretend like it didn't happen.
He felt her look at them, and was instantly self-conscious. Nobody, besides his family, had seen them before, and he wasn't used to bearing wing (LOL) in front of others. Venturing a glance at the golden things, he decided it was okay, and relaxed them against his sides. Oh well. He was, too be completely honest, scared that she would look at him different now. Like he was some fallen angel or something like that. When, in reality, he was somehow just a normal boy born with this weird defect.
Breathing a soft sigh, he flashed her another smile, this one more confident then the first. "Hi. Fancy meeting you here." He watched her eat the cake, and a smile of delight stretched across his face when she looked as though she liked it. "Is it good?" He wasn't about to admit he made it, but it felt nice when someone complimented his cooking. It wasn't often people got to actually eat them.
tagged - noaaahhh<3. outfit - here. notes - they are so cute o.o
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Post by NOAH MAY BLACKTHORN on Apr 16, 2012 3:17:55 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #DDDDDD; border-top: solid #5a5a5a 5px; width: 500px; padding-top: 20; padding-bottom: 30;][classy=tite]POP IT, LOCK IT, POLKA-DOT IT[/classy][classy=cont] [/classy] [classy=threader] Noah felt a moan escape her lips as she took another bite of the cake. "I think I am in love with this cake. its, sex on a plate." Noah spoke looking at the cake. The corners of her lips turned upwards. Noah used that expression but of course she didn't know the true meaning since she was a virgin, but no one had to know that. "So where'd you get it. I want to steal the recipe" Noah said with a grin on her face. The cake was delicious and Noah wanted to know how she could re-create it. She wasn't the greatest at cooking anything but pies. When she was younger, every Sunday, her and her mother would bake pies together. It was a tradition and Noah had always enjoyed it. But even though she could bake lots of different kinds of pies, any other kind of cooking came out burnt and most likely poisonous. Noah's eyes glanced at the blonde boys wings again. She didn't want to say anything in case he took it a different way. Now that Noah had seen his ability, she couldn't imagine him any other way.
Noah picked at the ends of her sleeves as she chewed on the cake. She began to pick at the red nail polish she had painted on the other day. The girl looked back up at the boy in front of her. She had felt nervous whilst she was walking here, but now she thought that she had already passed out and she was hallucinating. Noah didn't know how Jace felt about his power and she didn't want to say anything that would affect him but Noah's eyes scanned the wings on his back. They did look beautiful and Noah had to stop herself from reaching out to touch them. Noah's power was a mental power, being able to read others minds. Noah had never liked her power, especially as a child who would get bullied regularly. She wouldn't only listen to the insults being spoken, she could hear everyone thinking them as well, and it affected Noah a lot.
Noah took another bite before placing the plate back onto the bed side table. If she ate it all at once after not eating all day she might just be sick. The brunette girl pulled her hair to the side before looking at Jace's hands. Noah had small hands with long slim fingers. Without thinking Noah reached out and took Jace's hand, picking it up and placing it against hers to compare. Noah chuckled at the difference. Jace had real guy hands. Noah felt her nervousness disappear for a few moments as she looked at Jace's eyes. She thought the colour was so brilliant, the blue was bright and when Noah looked at them she imagined a blue sky with thin clouds cascading over. Noah took Jace's hand and turned it over, tracing the lines on his palm. The nervousness had come back. Sure she had been in a guys room before but they would usually be playing play station or watching wrestling.[/classy]
WORDS: 517 - OUTFIT: here - TAG: jace - NOTES: I KNOW ;3 ADORABLE!
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Post by JACE CHRISTOPHER DRITON on Apr 16, 2012 17:20:27 GMT -5
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With a light chuckle, he reached over to tear off a little piece and pop it into his mouth. Hmm. Not bad, I guess. He had always been an awful critique of his work. Even though most of his dishes turned out pretty great, he threw them away, dubbing them unfit for human consumption. He rarely was satisfied with what he made. "Glad you like it." Oh, dear. Where'd he get it? Well, he made it.. but he wasn't sure if he wanted to share that little tidbit of information. Then again, he would feel bad if he lied to her, even if it was on the subject of something as insignificant of a chocolate cake. "Well.. I, uh, made it." He flashed her a grin when he spoke.
Then, he noticed her little looks at his wings. He glanced back at them again, and, as he did so, the blond things flitted just the slightest bit. As he stared at his wings, another wave of disliking rolled through him. He wondered once again what the hell he had done to deserve these. As disgusted he was by them, he had learned to accept them through the loathing, if that makes any sense at all...
He was about to tell her that she could touch them, if she wanted, when she grabbed his hand and compared his with hers. Well, he obviously wasn't expecting that. A look of surprise passed quickly over his face, but then it was gone in the blink of an eye. A lopsided smile took its place as he noticed how much bigger his hands were than her cute, petite ones.
Suddenly, he was hit with a little realization of how pretty she actually was. Sure, he noticed it back when they met out on the streets, but he didn't really see the extent of it. His sudden lightbulb moment could probably be seen clearly on his face, but he didn't really notice. Instead, he was noticing her lovely dark hair that never seemed to be out of place, and her pretty face that looked... innocent, and, at the moment, happy.
She started tracing his hand, and the smallest shiver worked its way slowly through his torso, and his wings were flitting again, very slightly. They liked to do what they wanted when he had some overwhelming emotion. He slowly reached his free hand up to twirl a lock of her pretty hair around it, almost as if in response to her little palm-tracing.
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Post by NOAH MAY BLACKTHORN on Apr 16, 2012 19:29:23 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #DDDDDD; border-top: solid #5a5a5a 5px; width: 500px; padding-top: 20; padding-bottom: 30;][classy=tite]POP IT, LOCK IT, POLKA-DOT IT[/classy][classy=cont] [/classy] [classy=threader] Noah's eyes lit up as he looked up into the boys eyes. "Well then, my compliments to the chef" a small grin appeared on Noah's face. The boy amazed her, he could cook. She was surprised to find this out since she didn't think that that was Jace's kind of thing. "You're going to have to teach me how to make it someday" Noah held the boys hand in hers, her fingers stroking his palm. She felt comfortable as she sat on the bed. Her eyes scanned over Jace before making their way back to his wings. She noticed that Jace didn't seem to like them very much. She could understand why, she hated her own ability as well and like many others she had learnt to deal with it. "Don't take this the wrong way. But they are beautiful." Noah said indicating the wings on his back.
Noah watched as Jace twirled a piece of her hair around his finger. Without thinking Noah reached forward and stroked one hand over the tips of one of Jace's wings. She smiled at the touch. Her other hand had intertwined with Jace's and at the moment Noah wouldn't change a thing. She wasn't sure exactly what was going on between her and Jace but whatever it was she liked it, a lot. Noah thought for a moment before she looked back into the boys eyes. "So i'm guessing I should tell you what my special ability is then?" Noah said with a chuckle. "Just, promise me one thing. Don't hate me for it." Noah had worry in her voice as her finger tips traced Jace's jaw and then moved back to hold his hand.[/classy]
WORDS: no idea - OUTFIT: here - TAG: jace - NOTES: GAH! I FEEL SO MUCH RIGHT NOW ;3
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Post by JACE CHRISTOPHER DRITON on Apr 16, 2012 21:19:32 GMT -5
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A delighted grin occupied his face, accompanied by a pleased little laugh. He was glad she liked it. He was, for a moment, afraid that he had left some eggshells in it. Not that he usually did. The point is he was scared he did something wrong, or just made a crappy cake. It must've turned out pretty well if it was like sex on plate.
"That would be awesome." His voice was enthusiastic, and he really was looking forward to teaching her. Actually, too be honest, he looked forward to any time he would spend with her.
A small smile twirled up his lips when she told him his wings were beautiful. Well, that was a concept he certainly hadn't grasped. He had come to see them as a nuisance, annoying, and just plain unnecessary, but not beautiful. Maybe he should broaden his horizons a bit. See the good sides in them rather than all the bad ones.
When she touched his wing, he shut his eyes and repressed a small moan. Holy shit, that felt good. Why? Nobody besides his little sister had touched his wings before, and he rarely let even her. For some insane reason, his wings had super sensitive nerves. And they were loving her fingers.
"I would never hate you." He sounded a little amused, seeing as she would suggest that that was possible. He reopened his eyes then, his wingtip still tingling. And then she was moving her fingertips along his jaw. What was she trying to do? Send him into sensing overdrive? However, the senses were very.. pleasant? He slid his hand down her arm slowly, back up, and down again.
tagged - noaaahhh<3. outfit - here. notes - SO. MUCH. CUTENESS.
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Post by NOAH MAY BLACKTHORN on Apr 17, 2012 12:02:37 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #DDDDDD; border-top: solid #5a5a5a 5px; width: 500px; padding-top: 20; padding-bottom: 30;][classy=tite]POP IT, LOCK IT, POLKA-DOT IT[/classy][classy=cont] [/classy] [classy=threader] Noah liked the idea of her and Jace baking together. She could act immature at times and by then end of it she would make sure that they were both covered in flour. Noah felt tingles as the boys hand moved up and down her arm. A small grin planted itself on her face. She hadn't felt this way with anyone before. Noah had never really had a boyfriend and so she wasn't used to these feelings.
She felt overwhelmed with emotion and feeling as she looked at Jace. She absent-mindedly began to stroke the edges of his wing again, the touch causing her to smile. Noah had always loved birds, she would climb trees just to see them when she felt down. The fact that they could fly away when life got tough made her jealous.
Noah thought for a moment then took a deep breath. "Okay." Noah wrapped her hands around Jace's hand before closing her eyes and concentrating. She had been practicing being able to plant thoughts in others minds for a while but she wasn't very good at it yet so what she was trying could crash and burn. Focusing on the boy in front of her she began to attempt at sending one thought into his head. 'I am telepathic' Noah let out a breath as she opened her eyes. She believed that she had been successful as she looked at the boy in front of her. She was hoping for a better reaction than what she expected.[/classy]
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Post by JACE CHRISTOPHER DRITON on Apr 17, 2012 16:36:22 GMT -5
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She began touching his wing again, and a little half-sigh, half-groan sound emerged from his lips. "Oh, that feels nice." That was the understatement of the century. The feeling of her fingers on his blond feathers made the things want to flutter uncontrollably. But he wasn't about to let that happen. It took a lot of concentration to keep them under control, though.
Too be honest, his wings had come in useful, before. They could shield his back from the butter knifes his father liked to throw. Which is the reason they were covered in the little scars. They also healed very fast. That little characteristic was very helpful when he needed to go somewhere else. Anywhere else, really. He could escape for hours on end. Very convenient if someone had an abusive daddy dear.
Flying was a great stress reliever, you see. For some reason, all his worries disappeared the moment he could look over the roofs of buildings. And all the while he was thinking this, he was also thinking how much Noah would like it if he took her flying with him.
He waited patiently for her answer. He didn't want to think she was telling him because she felt she had to. But, maybe she did. Pushing the thought into the back of his head, he absentmindedly rubbed his thumb in circles on the back of her hand, as if he were trying to soothe her. She looked nervous, he observed that with a slight frown. He opened his mouth to tell her she didn't have to tell him, if she didn't want to, and then he heard a little voice in his head. It sounded familiar, but he hadn't yet made the connection. Oh, great. Now I'm going crazy?
Then he noticed the look of expectancy on her face, as if she were waiting for him to explode, or something. And he made the connection. "Ohhh.. You mean, you..? Ohhh!" Pah. Dumb blond Jace, coming out. "So, uh, you can always tell what I'm thinking?" Oh, how embarrassing. Half the time he was around her (okay, more like ninety percent), he was thinking about some part of her that was pretty, or how he was pretty confident now that there was a little more than friendship with them.
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Post by NOAH MAY BLACKTHORN on Apr 17, 2012 17:04:59 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #DDDDDD; border-top: solid #5a5a5a 5px; width: 500px; padding-top: 20; padding-bottom: 30;][classy=tite]POP IT, LOCK IT, POLKA-DOT IT[/classy][classy=cont] [/classy] [classy=threader] Noah let a smile creep onto her face. She liked that her stroking the boys wings felt nice. His reaction to her power was better than she expected. "If I wanted to, yes. But I don't really find satisfaction from invading others minds" Noah moved her hand back to Jace's wing. She was addicted to the feel of it. A thought came to mind and a grin appeared on her face. "Why, what have you been thinking about?" Noah let out a chuckle. She was curious now, her eyes inspected Jace's face stopping at his lips.
It took all of her strength not to reach out and touch them. She wondered what they felt like. The boy in front of her was beautiful, Noah felt her insecurities fly through her mind again as she realised that she had just eaten in front of him. She could already feel her stomach getting bigger. She must of looked disgusting eating the food, pretty girls aren't seen eating. Noah looked down at her legs wanting to avoid the boys eyes as they looked at her fat body.[/classy]
WORDS: i cant look - OUTFIT: here - TAG: jace - NOTES: short.. again...
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Post by JACE CHRISTOPHER DRITON on Apr 17, 2012 17:42:18 GMT -5
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A little blush spread slowly over his cheeks. Maybe boys didn't usually blush, and it was considered not masculine when they did, but, at the moment, he couldn't care less about that subject in particular. Later, he would probably regret the rush of heat he felt on his face, but not yet.
"Ohh," his words came out so very slowly, "nothing, really." He tried to leave it at that, he really did. But she was touching his wing again, and it was almost like she had him hypnotized when she did that. Magical fingers, or something. (And now he's rambling in his mind...) "You, mostly," he admitted, a lopsided smile lifting the mouth the girl was staring at. Before he knew it, he was leaning the tiniest bit closer to her, and reaching out to tuck her luscious (XD) locks behind her ear.
Right now, he really didn't care if she was in his mind. Honestly. Under normal circumstances, he would've ran away screaming from someone who could actually be in his mind. Read his true emotions. And all that. But he couldn't run from her if he tried.
tagged - noaaahhh<3. outfit - here. notes - GAH MINE'S PAINFULLY SHORT
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Post by NOAH MAY BLACKTHORN on Apr 17, 2012 18:06:05 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #DDDDDD; border-top: solid #5a5a5a 5px; width: 500px; padding-top: 20; padding-bottom: 30;][classy=tite]POP IT, LOCK IT, POLKA-DOT IT[/classy][classy=cont] [/classy] [classy=threader] Noah looked up to see Jace's face was slightly closer to hers. She raised a hand to cup his cheek. She felt warm at the thought of Jace thinking about her. She didn't understand why he would want to think about her of all people, there were much better looking. "Me?" Noah said in disbelief.
Noah looked down at herself. Somewhere inside she knew that her eating disorder was returning but she didn't want to believe it. All she saw in the mirror was fat and it disgusted her. She knew guys only liked skinny girls. Noah tried to push the thoughts out of her head, she was feeling good and she didn't want to ruin the moment.
She wasn't sure what was happening but she felt a pull towards the boy. She was worried he would be upset by her power incase she had heard something she wasn't supposed to. She shifted closer to Jace, her heart was beating faster by the second. "What are you thinking?" Noah said quietly, stroking Jace's cheek and she looked intently into his eyes. Their faces were inches away from each other and Noah was unsure whether she should close the gap or not.[/classy]
WORDS: i cant look - OUTFIT: here - TAG: jace - NOTES: short.. again...
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Post by JACE CHRISTOPHER DRITON on Apr 17, 2012 18:40:43 GMT -5
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A slightly amused smile curled his lips. Me? She had said, appearing bewildered and incredulous. He didn't know how she couldn't see it. "You, silly," he was teasing lightheartedly now. His own eyes were staring in her brown ones.
"What am I thinking?" He was smiling again, moving even closer to her. They were so close now. So close he could feel her warm breath, and he was willing to bet she could feel his. "Your hair... it's amazing how pretty it always is," he moved his hand up to the top of her head, running his fingers through the dark strands. "And your eyes. Loveliest ones I've ever seen," he was speaking softly, and as he did so, ran a finger lightly over the skin under her eye. "Your nose is so cute. And petite." Now he was tracing her nose with his fingertip, and their faces were merely a hair-lengths away from each other.
With another grin, he let his finger drop to the top of her mouth, and the very tip of his finger made its way around her lips before he spoke again. "And your lips..."
He didn't finish his statement, rather, he closed the distance between them, pressing his mouth gently to hers.
tagged - noaaahhh<3. outfit - here. notes - he's so cheesy DDX
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Post by NOAH MAY BLACKTHORN on Apr 17, 2012 19:10:57 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #DDDDDD; border-top: solid #5a5a5a 5px; width: 500px; padding-top: 20; padding-bottom: 30;][classy=tite]POP IT, LOCK IT, POLKA-DOT IT[/classy][classy=cont] [/classy] [classy=threader] Noah's cheeks turned red as Jace complimented her. She tingled at his touch. The feel of his breath on her face was making her heart race. She looked into his eyes, looking for doubt in his words. She couldn't find any. His touch sent sparks through her body, and his words made her breath hitch.
Noah felt Jace's fingers stop by her mouth and before she knew it he had closed the gap between them. Noah couldn't believe what was happening. She had closed her eyes and both of her hands had made there way to the back of Jace's head and she locked her fingers into his hair. She smiled into the kiss, not wanting to let go. Her mid was clear exept from the thought that she was kissing him.
She realised that her power had relaxed and she didn't have control over her power. She didn't want to care about it but she knew that now whatever Jace thought, she would here. The only thing she worried about was if Jace thought Noah was a bad kisser. Apart from that she didn't know what else he would be thinking about at that time. Her hands moved to his shoulders where she rested them before she stroked them across the edges of the boys wings.[/classy]
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Post by JACE CHRISTOPHER DRITON on Apr 17, 2012 21:30:29 GMT -5
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His eyes had closed the moment she had kissed him back. His arms snaked around her, and traced small little designs up and down her back. A little bubble of happy laughter came from deep in his throat. At the moment, he wasn't thinking about his sister. Or his father, his wings, Noah's power, nothing. Nothing except Noah. Noah and the way she smelled. Noah and the way her fingers knotted in the back of his head. Noah and the way she kissed him.
His golden wings started fluttering crazily the moment she touched them, but this time, he couldn't care less. For the first time, he let them knock themselves out with whatever they wanted. They could take him to the moon, and he wouldn't have minded, as long as they took Noah with him.
He broke away from her gently, his breath coming heavily. He didn't really want to stop, he just wanted to check Noah's reaction. 'Cause, lemme tell you, if it was a 'woops, sorry, that wasn't supposed to happen' reaction, that would be awkward. And he really hoped it wouldn't be like that in the slightest.
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