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Post by Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova on Dec 16, 2010 17:25:40 GMT -5
ignite the light and let it shine Do you ever feel already buried deep She kept her head down the best she could, staring at her lap to avoid registering the carnage that had gone on right then. She picked at her nails and generally fidgeted as she waited for Urjasz to finish his. . . meal. . . .
She wasn’t sure how long she had been sitting there, ignoring him while he ate and not sure what she was going to happen when he was done. She figured she really ought to have just let him sleep, but she’d just been so angry at him. . . . Furious, almost, that he’d just snapped and gone off on all these poor people. . . . She wasn’t sure how many were human and many weren’t, but did it really matter?
Anastasia was snapped out of her reverie when Urjasz spoke to her. She looked up at him and stared at him for a moment or two, trying to weigh the probability of how sincere he was, but she decided she was fine and then smiled back at him before snapping her attention to the door. Novosi flooded the room and she half-stood up, afraid of what they might do, but all they did was start to pick up the bodies. She watched them for a second, then looked at Urjasz, and her fists clenched again and she just stared at the wall for a second.
That’s all they were going to do? He just slaughtered a whole room full of people plus more and all they were going to do was clean up and shove off? There was no reprimand? Slowly she sat back down and decided that it was probably too early and the situation hadn’t been thought over. But it didn’t make any sense for this to go unpunished. Not when they punished better people for less.
Someone asked if she was okay, and she looked up at him and did her best to smile, but she really couldn’t. Anastasia just nodded and hid her head in her arms on top of her knees, holding her legs tightly to her chest. Urjasz was talking to her now, but she didn’t really respond to it at all until he said something about Ginny. She looked up at him, and it was as if everything in the past six minutes hit her. A knot formed in her chest and she just broke.
Crying, she collapsed into his lap.
Notes: dude she totally didn't say anything in this post.
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Post by Urjasz Volkova on Dec 17, 2010 8:57:52 GMT -5
When I am seen. I am feared. _______________________ [/size][/font] (Yeah some chatting, but not bad considering what I had to go on haha) Without so much as a warning, Urjasz found himself being jumped upon by a now crying Anastasia. To say he was confused was an understatement, and even some of the Novosi paused momentarily before carrying on with what they were doing. "Was it something I said?" he asked, uncertainty clear in his voice. Nearby he heard a Novosi writing the official report of the incident. "At this point 27 bodies have been found. No survivors. Never are. Right. One. Two. Three. Maybe four immortals in the room. Majority seem to be human. Some traces of ash so an unaccounted number of vampires. Let's hope they weren't any bodies." Urjasz knew he should feel remorse, and that was still playing up in his mind, but it was moments like that which simply made him feel proud of what he could do. Awkwardly comforting Anastasia, he brushed her hair and kissed her on the head. "You'll be fine. I'd never hurt you" he gently reassured her, knowing that she wouldn't truly believe him. If he didn't even try she'd forever think he would do the same to her. It was strange though. Now she was upon him he could not help but recall their night together and it made him feel unusual. Still stroking her hair, he could feel himself becoming attached to her. Standing up, he gently let her slide to the floor and he stood away, looking at her. Was he falling for her? It can't be. Was that why he felt like he could have his weak moments around her? Thank god she wasn't a mind reader. In a cruel selfish way Urjasz was glad Kyla was dead at that moment as she would have ruthlessly laid into him about it. "I don't know how to be with you" he randomly stated. Anastasia's thoughts of punishment hadn't gone unheard by a young vampire Novosi and he approached Urjasz, whispering in his ear what Anastasia was thinking. The Novosi who had spent so many nights of his life with Anastasia, getting to know her, was now selling her out. Urjasz simply looked at him and it was clear that he didn't know how to respond. Walking away, the Novosi left the room, looking at Anastasia before disappearing into the hall. "He said you're thinking about punishments for me. That I should some how pay for what I have done. What would you have me do? Die? Go to jail? Doesn't work like that. You've killed innocent people. By that logic, you should be punished too. I'm not having a go. It just feels sometimes that you won't accept how things are in our life. How things have been for thousands of years. The bad guy usually wins. I'm just a dark shade of grey."Puffing away on his cigar, Urjasz walked away and began to look about the room, watching the cleaning process begin. It was a strange feeling to know he'd done all this yet he could casually sit there and watch them clean. Any human murderer would have to flee and could not appreciate their work. Whilst Anastasia was surprised that there would be no consequences for his actions, Urjasz knew in the long run, something like this would eventually happen to him. Karma was a big issue in the immortal world as you had forever for someone to get you back. Kill some guy, his family come after you. Kill them, their friends come after you. And so on. Somewhere down the line, someone will try get revenge for something that happened so long ago that you barely even remember it. Anyone in this room could eventually get him. So Urjasz felt rather pissed off about his freedom being questioned. End of the day, good or bad, you'd be killed for what you are. [/color]
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Post by Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova on Dec 17, 2010 16:58:51 GMT -5
do you ever feel, feel so paper thin Six feet under screams but no one seems to hear a thing It wasn’t hard to tell that he—and maybe everyone else who was in the room, she wasn’t really sure about that—was surprised by her random outburst, but considering all that had happened in the last ten minutes, she was surprised it hadn’t been expected. She wished she wasn’t crying, but now it couldn’t be helped. The whole time though, she tried to stop.
She took deep breaths trying to calm herself down. He mentioned that he wasn’t going to hurt her. Sniffing loudly, but slowing getting her emotions under control again, Anastasia looked up at him, wondering if he could really promise that or not. Believing he meant it was easy enough, but she would always be scared when he had outbursts like this. He had seemed so out of control. . . . “I—I trust you,” she stammered, sniffling and straightening up a little bit, rubbing her wet eyes.
Urjasz stood up and she was dumped on the ground a little unceremoniously, but she just sat back and rubbed her eyes, finally getting passed the tears and gaining control of her emotions. “I’m sorry,” she muttered, embarrassed at her outburst.
“I don't know how to be with you,” Urjasz said after standing up, leaving a stunned Anastasia to stare up at him, bewildered.
“Wha—what do you mean?” she asked, pushing herself off the floor and standing up, looking at him for a moment. She hadn’t the slightest idea what he meant by that. Be with her? In what way? Surely not. . . in any special way? She watched him for a second longer, then sighed and went back to the chair she had been sitting in to make sure he hadn’t dropped any of her possessions so she didn’t leave anything behind. He was talking with someone now, and she didn’t want to interrupt or eavesdrop.
Whatever the guy said, it certainly hadn’t been good for her. Urjasz rounded on her and she stared at him, cheeks flushed, and looked around the room for the leech that had sold out her thoughts. The tears showed up again and she backed up, only to run into the chair. Why. . . why would someone do such a thing. . . ? This was why thoughts were supposed to be private. . . because people couldn’t handle what others were thinking. She was being lectured for something that had crossed her mind in passing, that she’d already dismissed and moved on from. . . .
It wasn’t fair.
Her hands clenched into fists and she lifted her chin, staring at him defiantly. “So then by your logic you only get punished if you don’t kill someone, is that it? Is that why Kyla didn’t make it in this life? Because she wasn’t a killer? Kyla was a good person and she was killed! I’ve done nothing but get people killed and lose control and kill and I’m still alive! It’s not fair! I’m the one who should have died!” she cried, her emotions getting the best of her again.
She couldn’t stand being there anymore. She wiped her eyes, and then just fled the room, nearly tripping down the stairs in her haste to just get away from them all for a while. “Don’t touch me!” she shrieked when a Novosi tried to grab her to ask what was wrong. She shoved them away and then hit the door to leave.
Well the door was locked.
She slammed into the very solid door, thinking it’d just push open like normal, but it held firm and she bounced right back and landed on her back, the wind rushing right out of her lungs. Gasping and coughing, Anastasia turned on her side and curled into a breathless ball, now upset that her dramatic exit had just been rendered null and void.
“It hurts. . . ,” she muttered to herself, not really caring if anyone heard her. Maybe that was why the Novosi had tried to stop her. . . to keep her from running into the door. it's always been inside of you it's time to let it boom well hey there! this wonderful thread is tagged for the magnificent urjasz! He and Anastasia are hanging out in the club and having a grand old time running into doors. My post also happens to be 680 words in length! Like this template? Well I'm the one who coded it! Don't steal it! Oh wait, one more thing; pfft it's not my fault you made her cry. and now look! you made her run into a door.
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Post by Urjasz Volkova on Dec 20, 2010 10:43:48 GMT -5
When I am seen. I am feared. _______________________ [/size][/font] As he walked away looking about the room, he could hear Anastasia beginning to argue back; something she would rarely do. Turning back to face her, he could see her hands were clenched and her eyes would not leave his. The rage in her voice was impressive and a part of Urjasz wondered what she'd be like at his age. Despite her hatred of violence and death, Anastasia was constantly in those situations. Thinking to himself, it would be better if she learnt to control those moments than simply be a victim of the situation. There was points she was shouting that he wanted to argue but he waited for her to finish, knowing that she was just getting it all off her chest. Kyla was brought up and Urjasz knew that she was truly angry as she would not use Kyla's name in vain. However, before he was able to reply, Anastasia shot off in tears, fleeing the room. Walking behind her, he watched her fly down the stairs, almost taking herself out doing so and bounce off a heavy door. Sighing, he slowly walked down the steps, each one echoing loudly in the room as he neared her, signalling for the Novosi to leave. She had just told him she trusted him and then she exploded at him. Perhaps she was more like Urjasz than he'd previously thought. Maybe even more like Daktari than she had hoped. Reaching Anastasia, he looked down at her, pausing for a moment. Sighing again, he bent down and lifted her up onto her feet. Raising his hand, he moved towards the door, turned towards her, pausing once more. Taking the handle in his hand, he pulled it half open, paused as if he was showing how to open it and then closed it. Whilst he did that, ash fell from his cigar and he found himself having to flick some of it off once he finished opening the door. "Kyla wanted to be like us. She wanted to be one of us. You know as well as me that she was never forced to kill. It was just unfortunate that she failed. We had expected her to do well and I think she had too. Otherwise I don't think she'd have done it. The incident with the hunters? That is exactly why punishment is different in the immortal world. To the humans, we're all guilty for just being what we are. As far as they're concerned, a saint of an immortal deserves to die." As he spoke, he noticed a Novosi coming down the staris and he turned to them, glaring until they turned and headed back the way they came. Back turned to Anastasia, he softly continued "You're a good person too. And yes you're alive. That's just how things played out. If I could go back and save Kyla I would, but that's what happened and you have to deal with it."Sitting down on the steps, he finished his cigar and flicked it out across the floor. "End of the day, you're going to see fuck loads of people die in your life time. There's no denying that. But you will meet so many more. Out there are friends, lovers, allies, all sorts. Hell a future lover of yours may yet to be born. Or they may have been born so long ago they don't even bother remembering how old they are." His points were fairly random and mixed, but there was purpose behind them all. He may be in a dark place but he knew he could not let Anastasia fall into the same place, as an immortal so young would not handle it well. If he couldn't, she certainly couldn't. Standing up, he walked over to her, slowly brushed her hair aside and kissed her on the forehead. "I can not promise to always be there, but when I am you'll always be safe." Turning away, he then made a blurted comment before he could think. "No one I love will die any more."[/color]
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Post by Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova on Dec 20, 2010 16:25:56 GMT -5
do you ever feel, feel so paper thin Six feet under screams but no one seems to hear a thing God she felt like a dumbass. Anastasia rubbed her forehead, already feeling the beginning of a bump forming at her hairline. It was tender to the touch and she winced as her fingers brushed the bruise.
She hadn’t even noticed when Urjasz came down the stairs, and nor had she noticed when the room had cleared. Thus, when Urjasz picked her up off the floor, she let out a short squeal and her arms swung mildly as if she was trying to touch the ground, and then she was righted, standing on her feet. Her head spun for a second thanks to slamming into the door, and all she could do was stare at the tile, her face bright red with embarrassment. “Th-thanks,” she muttered, barely audible over the metaphorical sound of her humiliation.
The wolf started toward the door and Anastasia half expected he was going to leave, but instead he pulled the door open and looked at her expectantly, then closed it again. Her blush got deeper and she scuffed the ground with the toe of her shoe. “I—I knew that,” she muttered. So. . . it pulled open after all. . . explained why it didn’t open when she ran into it.
Damn door was out to get her, wasn’t it?
Head down, Anastasia listened to what her wolf friend had to say. She was glad he wasn’t being mean after her latest explosion, and it made her feel a little more terrible that it had happened. Her eyes were still wet, but she wasn’t crying at least. The back of her hand wiped her face, and she winced as it brushed over her tender nose and she cringed. Great. . . that was probably going to be swollen. Stupid door.
“No one I love will die anymore.”
Anastasia looked up at Urjasz in surprise, her mouth open slightly as if to say something, but nothing came out. She looked down at her hands and brushed off some dust from her shirt—probably from the door—and then walked toward Urjasz. Leaning her head against his back, bearing the brunt of the pain from the goose-egg on her head, and gently grabbed his shirt. “I’m sorry I’m so useless,” she muttered. “I always need to be looked after, protected. . . cared for. . . . I’m just a burden on everyone.”
it's always been inside of you it's time to let it boom well hey there! this wonderful thread is tagged for the magnificent urjasz! He and Anastasia are hanging out in the club and having a grand old time running into doors. My post also happens to be 396 words in length! Like this template? Well I'm the one who coded it! Don't steal it! Oh wait, one more thing; bleh this is kind of a lame post.
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Post by Urjasz Volkova on Dec 21, 2010 10:05:50 GMT -5
Fear defeats more people than any other one thing in the world
Inside his heart began to beat as he realised what he had said allowed. Perhaps it was the lack of sleep or maybe it was just something inside him making him tell the truth. Unable to find the courage to turn around, he was frozen on the spot, breathing slowly trying to look as if he was waiting for her. When it came down to things that scared him, tender moments were always one of the things that unnerved him. In battle his energy and brute force was a positive thing, but when dealing with most women it could be a curse. Tilting his head to the slightly, he could see her reaction out of the corner of his eye and he was unsure of how to take it. She seemed to be in some kind of shock, wiping the dust from her clothes. Turning his head forward again, he closed his eyes, thinking he had blown it. As if he hadn't done enough to blow it upstairs. Maybe he didn't deserve love. That was his punishment.
His heart gave a kick as he felt her head against his back, followed by her hand tugging onto his shirt. As she spoke, he turned around to wrap his arms around her, holding her close. Stroking her hair, he lifted her chin up with his finger to inspect the damage done by the door and he simply gave the bump a gentle kiss. "You're not a burden to me. You do know how to look after yourself. But we like you too much to let everyday hassles get you down. I have to deal with a lot of personal shit all the time and sometimes it gets to me. As you're unfortunately seen. However, things can only look up yeah?" With a smile on his face, he knew right then that she was worth staying around for. Worth staying alive for. In the end, he had simply been put here to be there for her. It wasn't a burden if he wanted to help. She was worth it.
Looking about, he decided that there was no real purpose for them to remain there any more. All that would do would be reminding her of his darker side. Seeing as the entire day had been a serious of risks getting to Anastasia, he figured he might as well take another. Lifting her chin once more, he looked her dead in the eyes and smiled. "I have seen men come and go from your life. What you need is someone to be there for you. Someone to care and love you." Kissing her gently on the lips, he finished "I can be that person." He knew that he was pushing his luck, especially after the previous events. But he knew that night they shared must have meant something to her. She wasn't the kind of girl to just sleep about. Daktari made sure of that and in a way, Urjasz found that it made her a better person in the long run.
Letting go of her, he knew she'd need time to think. Walking towards the door, he opened it and turned to face her. "I'm heading back to the mansion. I need some sleep and a good clean up. Now, you can either come with me and I promise you the time of your life. Or you can go upstairs and give them a hand if your conscience is playing up. Upstairs is the past. Through this door lies the future. Your choice. I'll give you a chance to think. I'll be out in the car. But don't expect me to wait forever." Smiling, he winked at her and then made his way through the door, letting it shut behind him. The club was now empty, cleared out by the Novosi and it took little to no time to reach the awaiting car. Style was in order today; he found himself sat in his new chauffeured black Bentley Mulsanne. How he hoped she'd come with him but he wasn't Daktari. He wouldn't make her come.
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Post by Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova on Dec 21, 2010 15:56:17 GMT -5
do you ever feel, feel so paper thin Six feet under screams but no one seems to hear a thing How did she always end up in situations like this? It was aggravating at the least.
Urjasz turned around and Anastasia stepped back, only to be pulled closer a second later. She was just about to look at up him, but he beat her to it and tilted her head back. Anastasia shrank slightly, nervous, but somehow managed to retain eye contact for longer than a few seconds as he explained to her that she wasn’t the burden she thought she was, though she sure did feel like nothing more than a waste of space.
“I have seen men come and go from your life. What you need is someone to be there for you. Someone to care and love you,” he said, making Anastasia’s heart pound. Even though it was only for a second or two, but that brief moment of contact almost made Anastasia’s heart just burst. But was it from her frayed nerves, the excitement of having Urjasz so close, or was it fear. . . . Fear of what? It was most definitely a hard mixture of a couple things. “I can be that person.”
Anastasia dropped her gaze and hunched her shoulders and started to wring her hands. He let go of her and she looked up at him as he made his way to the door. He wasn’t making any sense. . . . It was obvious that he wanted her to follow him or to stay behind, but what was that about the time of her life. . . it didn’t sound awful but she was awfully tired already. . . . She sighed and let her hands drop to her side. What kind of a choice was that? She wanted to go home, too. Sure she felt terrible that those people were dead, but she definitely was not going to help clean up a bunch of dead. . . bloody. . . corpses. . . . It made her shudder just to think about it.
But now going home sounded more like a catch-22 than a reprieve.
Sighing, Anastasia grabbed the handle of the door, slowly pulling it open—instead of trying to push like she had so failed to do three minutes prior—and felt even dumber when it easily came open. Taking a breath, she stepped outside and headed for the car. She wanted to go home too!
It was a short walk to the car, but Anastasia walked slowly, concentrating on the pavement as she let just what Urjasz was saying sink in, think it over. But she didn’t know how to deal with it at all. Just set it aside, then. She pulled the door open and slid in, offering the werewolf a gentle smile as she slid her seatbelt into place. “Sleep sounds good,” she said simply, looking down at her lap.
She didn’t know what else she was supposed to say. Or even what she was feeling right then.
it's always been inside of you it's time to let it boom well hey there! this wonderful thread is tagged for the magnificent urjasz! He and Anastasia are hanging out in the club and having a grand old time getting on their way. My post also happens to be 493 words in length! Like this template? Well I'm the one who coded it! Don't steal it! Oh wait, one more thing; lame post is lame again.
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Post by Urjasz Volkova on Dec 22, 2010 12:25:58 GMT -5
Fear defeats more people than any other one thing in the world
Within the car time felt as if it had simply stopped. Not slowed, stopped full stop. His hands were fiddling as he couldn't just keep still. Inside him his heart was pounding, butterflies storming around his stomach as well. Sat in the front a lone Novosi driver waited for instructions, a magazine across the steering wheel as he waited. Urjasz wasn't one to really hold a conversation with the Novosi like Anastasia would. To him they were just hired help. That didn't mean he wouldn't talk to them or looked down on them, he just saw them doing their jobs. Glancing over at the club every now and then, Urjasz beginning to worry that Anastasia wouldn't follow. He wasn't even sure if she fully understood what he had been saying. It wasn't uncommon for her not to. Right now hope was keeping Urjasz there even though it hardly been any minutes at all. Each second tore away at his soul, pushing him to accept her turning him down.
However, his hope was rewarded as he watched her step out from the building moments later. A massive wave of relief poured across Urjasz, his heart jumping as she approached the car. He wasn't sure if time had remained slow or if she was taking her time. The decision she had to make may have been a hard one for her; he could not truly know what she was thinking. It was clear to see that she had a lot on her mind as she neared. Had he known how to read body language he would know the honest truth. Was he wrong to assume she would feel the same? How did he know she was there for the reasons he set? Panic began to kick into his mind as he tried to convince himself that she was coming to the car for him, not just because it was the better of the two choices. As her hand reached for the car handle, he half took a breath, wanting to know yet not wanting to know if it was what he feared.
Smiling as she shifted into the car, he moved along one so that she could sit too and he tapped on the driver's shoulder as the door closed behind. Dropping his magazine to the passenger seat beside him, the driver knew where to go and set off at a casual pace. Almost immediately she became timid and shy, mentioning that she liked the idea of sleep. Urjasz found himself in the situation that he feared; he did not know if she was travelling with him or for him. With Anastasia the direct flirting never worked as well as it did with other girls. It wasn't a bad thing; Urjasz quite liked that she didn't sleep with just any old guy. That said, he didn't agree with a lot of her choices men wise. How could he let her know that he liked her? He'd already tried explaining on the stair case. God he wishes he could just reads minds instead of dealing with the bullshit of trying to find out.
"Sleep sounds good. It really does" he began, turning to face her completely, ignoring his seatbelt. It wasn't that he thought he was cool, he just never saw the use of seatbelts for immortals. It was a stupid way of thinking but that's how he is. Deciding to continue the stupidity, he decided that he had taken enough risks this night to risk a few more. With a moment where he paused, as if to take a breath or to believe that he's really saying it, he simply stated "However I need a shower before sleep. If you want...... you could join me. Have ourself some fun again. Been too long." By now his heart was really racing, nerves kicking in as he faced the firing squad. Should she decline he didn't know what he'd do but if she said yes, it would be the greatest thing to happen. Recently times had been shit and he really hoped for some good in his life.
Not much talking? O.M.F.G!!! lol
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Post by Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova on Dec 22, 2010 13:29:18 GMT -5
do you ever feel, feel so paper thin Six feet under screams but no one seems to hear a thing Anastasia didn't know what to expect when she climbed into that car, but when she did, she felt incredibly nervous, and for some reason she got the idea that Urjasz was nervous too. She was very good at reading body language, it was how she got around without pissing people off all the time. . . . But. . .
Urjasz was never nervous. This was fairly surprising. "However I need a shower before sleep. If you want...... you could join me. Have ourself some fun again. Been too long."
A deep blush spread almost instantaneously across Anastasia's face and she looked down at her lap, her hands wringing each other, shoulders hunched. That was exactly what she thought was going to happen if she got in this car. . . . He wanted to have some "fun."
Guess he wasn't kidding when he said he'd needed a good lay. Was all of what he'd said earlier, about loving her, wanting to be the guy who cared for her, just some sort of plan to get her in the sack again? Or was he serious? But the most important question of all was whether or not she could return those feeling he may or may not have been serious about.
How did she feel about Urjasz?
Thinking back on it, she recalled feeling a sort of animosity toward Taryn when she'd showed up at the mansion looking for Urjasz. Was that just because it had been like three nights prior that she'd been with Urjasz? Maybe she had just been tired of being used. . . .
Well. She wasn't going to sit there and wonder anymore. You couldn't get answers if you didn't ask questions.
"Ur-Urjasz. . . did you really mean. . . what you said back there. . . ? About. . . me?" she asked quietly, unable to look away from her worrying hands. She wanted to ask the second part, if he was just trying to sweet-talk her into bed with him, but she didn't want to insult him further.
it's always been inside of you it's time to let it boom well hey there! this wonderful thread is tagged for the magnificent urjasz! He and Anastasia are hanging out in the club and having a grand old time shooting the breeze. My post also happens to be a couple hundred words in length! Like this template? Well I'm the one who coded it! Don't steal it! Oh wait, one more thing; Lol omg it's a miracle. XD
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Post by Urjasz Volkova on Dec 23, 2010 11:45:13 GMT -5
Fear defeats more people than any other one thing in the world
Immediately she was shy and reclused beside him and he feared the worst. Normally he could take rejection fairly well; he was just in it for the sex. Yet with Anastasia he was sincerely worried that she would run away and he'd be forever without her. For the moment she was trapped in the car with him. However once they stopped he knew she would be heading where ever she wanted to be. How he wished that she would go his way willingly. The night they had shared before was one he could not forget. He didn't even know how to tell her or even if he was meant to that the reason he left was because he realised he'd made the wrong choice and didn't want to face the music. He could murder people, torture people, even just fight people, but he could not be there when someone's world came crashing down upon them. He'd seen it too often as a human to let it happen in his immortal life.
"I meant every word. What we had before was special and I was a fool to act as if it was a one off. You're not like that and I should have respected that. I understand if you don't want to be with me. I'm not the best person in the world to be with. I could say I would change but we both know I couldn't even if I tried. That said, when I'm with the one, I am loyal to the end. You saw how I was...... with Kaja. Even after death I could not truly move on." Had he not replied that story over and over in his head by now he would be in tears yet he found himself able to hold back any emotions like that. He wasn't about to guilt her into bed. Being so close to her and not knowing if he could have her about was killing him. By now he just wanted to know; to know so he could end the internal turmoil that was beating him up on the inside.
It was a strange feeling to look back over the lovers he had since meeting Anastasia. Tayrn had been the closest thing to a relationship and he had fled from that. Now he didn't even know where she was. Did she still consider them an item? It was a concern but it was not the biggest one on his mind now. There had been a few close to relationships however most agreed that they were either one night stands or no strings. Urjasz didn't want that with Anastasia, even if to humans he looked twice her age. She would forever be that beautiful. He would forever be the beast that he is. It was fit enough for a modern fairy tale. "You are....." he began, choosing his words carefully, "the one that I think I was meant to meet. The one that was meant to be with me. I finally feel like I could........ move on from Kaja with you beside me."
In the space of such a short timeframe, he had gone from a good but guilty time in Russia, through a plane crash returning, to this moment. Should he tell her about the crash? It wasn't relevant at the moment and once more he didn't want to guilt her into being with him. That crash had shown him what he wanted in life. For an immortal, being reminded that they weren't invincible was always a terrifying moment. Instead of waiting in fear for her answer, Urjasz looked forward and offered "If you want me to go, I can get out here and I'll walk back. In the end, being honest with myself, no matter what the consequences, is more important than anything else in life. Money? Don't need it. Kills? Can live without. Even sex. Could live without. But loving you, now that's something I can't just change."
That picture of Hayden in the bikini is soooo distracting two days until christmas, wonder if Urjasz gets his christmas wish XD sorry if the post is a bit bleh, you know I'm not great without much chatting haha
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Post by Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova on Dec 23, 2010 16:35:05 GMT -5
do you ever feel, feel so paper thin Six feet under screams but no one seems to hear a thing His response was reassuring, in the least. She still was having a little bit of trouble looking at him, but that was just because that was the way she was. . . shy and timid and constantly fearful of a lot of things. But that didn’t mean she wasn’t listening, and slowly she was able to bring her head up to look up at him, but her timid nature was unable to let her meet his gaze, even if she wanted.
But he seemed so sincere. Anastasia’s hands continued to fidget, wringing her fingers. He seemed so. . . upset. Or maybe it just came across as that because she was so serious about what he was saying. She couldn’t find a place to interject, figuring she should just let him get it all out there on the table so she could process and understand it all. Well, not understand what he was saying, but try to understand how she felt about him. That night. . . was it because she liked him, or had been because she was too afraid to say no? That was how it was most of the time. . . .
Anastasia never would have slept with Daktari—even Trey—in any normal situation she realized the more she thought about it.
“If you want me to go, I can get out here and I'll walk back. In the end, being honest with myself, no matter what the consequences, is more important than anything else in life. Money? Don't need it. Kills? Can live without. Even sex. Could live without. But loving you, now that's something I can't just change.”
Anastasia looked up at him—really look at him—and then she looked down at her hands and waited a few more moments, mulling it over in her head. Looking up at him she smiled sheepishly and set her hands on his and tried her best to meet his gaze. It was a few seconds before she seemed to find her voice, and she said “I. . . I don’t want you to go. I like being around you. I feel a little more free when I’m around you.”
Oh here was the hard part.
“But. . . ,” she paused for a moment and looked down at her hands, getting more nervous for few seconds. “But. . . can. . . can I take a rain-check on the. . . shower? I just don’t. . . don’t feel like. . . .” Anastasia trailed off, shoulders hunched. It was the first time she’d been able to muster up the courage to say no, and she afraid that it was going to be the last time, too, if he ended up being anything like Daktari. She didn’t think that was the case, but it was what she was used to.
it's always been inside of you it's time to let it boom well hey there! this wonderful thread is tagged for the magnificent urjasz! He and Anastasia are hanging out in the club and having a grand old time shooting the breeze. My post also happens to be 475 words in length! Like this template? Well I'm the one who coded it! Don't steal it! Oh wait, one more thing; weelll hope he's not to disappointed.
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Urjasz Volkova
Were-Wolf
SHAUN SULLIVAN Were-hyena
You can go a long way with a smile. You can go a lot further with a smile and a gun
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Post by Urjasz Volkova on Dec 25, 2010 12:31:37 GMT -5
Fear defeats more people than any other one thing in the world
Throughout the duration of his semi speech she kept quiet, clearing thinking over what she was going to do and say. The fact that he was unsure what the final outcome would be and that she could see that he was nervous was clearing reflecting upon her. As Anastasia had already admitted she needed someone else to be there to make her strong; if they were weak she was done for. Right then he really wanted either a drink, smoke, shag or even a quick easy kill to lighten his mood. Fear was not a feeling that he enjoyed or even accepted into his life. Yet here it was, taunting him with the possibility of how she would reply. Because she was always shy he simply could not tell how she was reacting. He really hoped that she would look up, smile and kiss him. But he truly knew that he was hoping for too much in the first place as even if she did like him she wouldn't be confident enough.
With their haunting sway over his attention, the first of her words left her lips and right then at that moment nothing could tear him away from listening to her response. Pounding away, his heart was picking up speed as there was a glimour of hope as she told him she didn't want him to go. The touch of her hands was comforting and the smile on her face reassured him. For a moment he felt safe with the answer. He was reading her all wrong but he didn't realise. As soon as she said but his heart sank and he slightly recalled, knowing that nothing good was to follow that word. Even as a young human he had learnt never to hope that any words that follow were good. Moving away from her, he sat upright and looked forward, disappointment written across his face. It was her choice and she had made it. He wasn't good enough and he should have known that from the start.
Yet he felt an odd feeling of pride in her and he couldn't place why he would feel such a feeling. Anastasia was not a nasty person and she hadn't been cruel in her rejection yet he could not feel like she'd been doing him a favour. There was a long pause and he said nothing. Glazed over, his eyes simply stared forward, unable to meet hers. Tears were at the ready but he refused to let them fall, scolding his mind for even thinking he could do it before her. It was true what was said; love was always the worst pain. Beaten, shot, stabbed, crashes, falls; he had felt so much pain in his life but love always ruled over the others. Love had been the pain that hurt him with Kaja's return and it had returned to hurt him once more. It was like an ongoing feud and love always won. Why couldn't he settle down? When he tried he wasn't ready and he was ready they weren't. It simply wasn't fair.
Memories of his past loves crossed his mind, some more than others yet all had the same ending. For an immortal, love was a hard thing to maintain. A century of love to an immortal was a term of love for a school kid. It was then he realised her previous lovers. One had forced her. One had tricked her into loving him. And he couldn't even recall any others important enough to mention. Looking over to her, his words were choked but he forced himself to go on. "I accept what you say. If you are not happy to continue then I would not persist. I will never be the monster you've had to deal with before. I told you I care and I will not go back on that. Even if it means I have to feel pain." Somehow in one night he had gone from one man killing others to try fill some void to make himself feel better to taking the shot as it were to keep her happy. He really did need that sleep it would seem.
Ah you mean girl oh well, hope you're having a good christmas which may also be why it's a little less, that and the several lagers....
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Post by Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova on Dec 25, 2010 19:37:58 GMT -5
do you ever feel, feel so paper thin Six feet under screams but no one seems to hear a thing Anastasia’s heart sank when she took notice of his reaction. It wasn’t hard to tell he was assuming the worst of her, and she looked up at him for a moment, but found herself almost incapable of continuing in such a manner while he was looking so down-trodden. Oh, she didn’t explain very well, did she? Trailing off like that without finishing her sentence. . . it was cruel, entirely too cruel even though she wasn’t really meaning to be. . . . Why couldn’t she portray her feelings like everyone else could?
She squeezed his hand gently and gave him an almost desperate look. “P-please d-don’t misunderstand!” she squeaked, afraid that it might have been too late for that. Too late to elaborate further on what she had meant and save his feelings. “I mean. . . that I d-don’t feel like. . . your. . . particular brand of. . . ‘fun’ right. . . at th-this moment. . . in time.”
Oh geez. Was she even making any sense?
The timid little blonde girl had to stop for a moment to gather her thoughts again before she continued humiliating herself again. “Urjasz. . . . I like you. I do,” she muttered quietly, looking down at her hands but still managing to find the courage to keep one on his. “I just. . . . I’ve been through. . . a lot. I’ve. . . don’t things I’m not proud of. . . . N-not just. . . hyena-wise. . . but. . . but. . . .” Her voice wavered for a moment and she let go of his hand
Already the tears had started to form and she curled her knees up to her chest, hands over her head as she tried her best to control herself. She didn’t want to cry anymore, so why couldn’t she stop?
“I always—I always wanted to. . . to save myself for the one I married, for the one I was—going to s-spend the rest of my life with.” Her emotional state made her voice raise a couple octaves and she closed her eyes tight, almost afraid to see the judgmental look on his face that she had convinced herself would be there. “But n-now. . . now I’ve been with three men, and—and each t-time. . . it never. . . it never felt right.”
She had to stop to take a few deep breaths, still fighting to keep herself from sobbing.
“I d-don’t. . . I don’t want to. . . r-rush into anything. . . anymore. I d-don’t want. . . I don’t want to feel forced into anything. . . anymore. . . like I always have.” She was doing well not to sob, but nothing could stop the tears from sliding silently down her cheeks.
it's always been inside of you it's time to let it boom well hey there! this wonderful thread is tagged for the magnificent urjasz! He and Anastasia are hanging out in da car and having a grand old time making confessions. My post also happens to be 475 words in length! Like this template? Well I'm the one who coded it! Don't steal it! Oh wait, one more thing; :U The truth! shall set you freeeee!
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Urjasz Volkova
Were-Wolf
SHAUN SULLIVAN Were-hyena
You can go a long way with a smile. You can go a lot further with a smile and a gun
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Post by Urjasz Volkova on Dec 29, 2010 12:31:02 GMT -5
Fear defeats more people than any other one thing in the world
It was clear that Anastasia was getting emotionally involved in the moment after he spoke. Urjasz kept forgetting that it wasn't just the two of them and that the driver was witnessing it all. However he knew what happened in the car stayed in the car and should anyone make jokes about what happened that the driver would instantly be the one to blame. The driver knew it and Urjasz knew he knew it. It was the only reason he could fully relax around him. Even though the Novosi were prone to seeing Urjasz in his weak moments, he was too proud to just allow them to see every single one. If he could he'd just leave the mess he makes and go on his way. After years of being very private, suddenly having people there at every mess and slip up was strange and not entirely welcome for Urjasz. He didn't care if humans knew about him. Quite frankly he'd like it. Let them try kill him.
Damn Anastasia. She had more power over him right then than anyone recently had. Even Zakhar. It wasn't right. He knew she wouldn't abuse it but he never liked being unable to make his own choices. It wasn't her fault; it was his heart that was set on her that was making it like this for him. "I understand what you are saying. I'm just tired and I can't help but feel this way. I'm not going to rush or force you. Let me deal with these feelings. You've got enough to worry about without me messing it up for you." Holding back tears, he had to look away when he finished speaking, knowing that it was going to be a long night. Unable to remain in the car, he asked the driver to pull over and he told Anastasia "I can't be here right now. I need time to think, as I imagine you do too. I'll make my own way back. Please don't follow me."
Climbing out of the car, he patted the roof and the driver set off with Anastasia. Placing his hands in his pockets, he looked up at the sky and watched the snow falling from above him. All around him was just the cold white of winter and he knew that the walk wouldn't take too long. Fortunately they had reached the city limits and he only had the main road to go. Maybe a few miles? It didn't matter. Starting to walk, he knew it would end the same way. He walks and then he sleeps. That was how his evening was meant to end. Who was he to kid himself about Anastasia? Sure she said she liked him but he wasn't used to having to wait. Could he even do that? The pain that pulsed his body was both physical and mental; the wounds from the club still trying to heal. What was it with him and finding ways to hurt himself? He had plenty to stick around for but sometimes it just didn't feel like it.
I think I want Hayden for a late xmas present.....yep I do XD Getting so distracted doing this, parents are watching Jurrasic Park 2 and I keep hearing dinosaur noises through my music lol
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Post by Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova on Jan 11, 2011 20:53:45 GMT -5
do you ever feel, feel so paper thin Six feet under screams but no one seems to hear a thing The tears seem to dry up almost instantly as Urjasz announced that he was just going to hoof it from there. He was leaving? He was just going to ditch her and let her stay stranded in this vehicle with a driver that might as well be a brick wall with all of the conversations she gets out of him? He was going to leave her. . . alone? Again? How could she be sure he would even come back?
This. . this was why she never told anyone “no.” The threat of being left alone. . . of not having someone around. . . of being left all on her own. Friendless. The threat of not having anyone around was far higher on her priority list than was anything else. Her own comfort, her own feelings. . . . Anastasia would be happy so long as she wasn’t alone. . . .
Right?
The car door closed and then the car started moving forward. She’d totally spaced out and forgot to tell him to stop! Damn damn damn she needed to hurry! “Please stop the car,” Anastasia pleaded, leaning forward in her seat to get closer to the driver. He didn’t stop, though. Probably following the request of Urjasz for her to not follow him. But that wasn’t good enough! He had to listen to her, too, didn’t he? Shouldn’t he? She looked back over her shoulder out the back of the car, and Urjasz was almost hidden by the trees.
“Please stop this car!” she said a little louder, a little more firm, but it was no good. Anastasia glanced around, falling on desperate, and then just unbuckled, watched the driver for a second. . . . No movement, no glance in her direction. . . .
Popping open the door, she bailed.
And damn did it hurt. Even though she could hear the tires squeal as the driver slammed on the bretaks, all she could do was lie there and moan quietly, having landing wrong and twisting her arm. It smarted something awful, and she could barely move it. . . but the pain didn’t worry her. What worried her was being left alone, of knowing that she had upset Urjasz. Hurt his feelings. . . what if he was mad at her? That she just wouldn’t stand for at all.
After a few seconds she rolled over at the threat of being hauled off by the Novosi driver and stumbled away from him, holding her arm and glaring at him. “Don’t. . . touch me,” she muttered, her voice pained as she clutched her arm a little tighter when it twanged painfully. Back to the Novosi, she starte to walk in the direction that Urjasz was most likely coming from, just following the road.
“Urjasz?” she called, turning away from the driver to face the direction she was going.
it's always been inside of you it's time to let it boom well hey there! this wonderful thread is tagged for the magnificent urjasz! He and Anastasia are hanging out on the road and having a grand old time getting injured. My post also happens to be 483 words in length! Like this template? Well I'm the one who coded it! Don't steal it! Oh wait, one more thing; Kind of a lame post.
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