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Post by Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova on Feb 14, 2011 13:53:24 GMT -5
Do you ever feel like a plastic bag Drifting through the wind, wanting to start again Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin Like a house of cards, one blow from caving in Do you ever feel already buried deep Six feet under screams but no one seems to hear a thing Do you know that there's still a chance for you cause there's a spark you just gotta ignite the light and let it shine hey finally seemed to reach their destination and the car pulled to a stop. Before Anastasia could even think about getting out of the car, the Novosi had her door open and Urjasz was standing there, hand held out for her. Smiling sheepishly, Anastasia took his hand and let him pull her from the car and she was greeted by a horse-drawn carriage, white stallions prancing in place, heads lowered to chew on what grass or weeds they could get their big flat teeth on. Her eyes lit up and it took all of her self-control to keep from slowly approaching—the last thing you wanted to do was run at a horse: they hated that—the big equines and giving them a lot of love and attention. Not only would have that have been entirely too childish, Urjasz deserved the majority of her attention today. . . . Not some hulking farm animals. Even if the horses looked really pretty and soft and. . . . Oh she just had to pet one! First things first, she told herself with a steadying breath. Urjasz. They were walking toward the horses so she could sneak a quick pat before they climbed in. Yeah, that would work. Looking up at him, Anastasia cocked her head to the side a little. "You mean you're not going to go on missions anymore? No more jobs? I mean. . . . It'll be really nice having you around all the time. . . . But will you be happy like that? The last thing I want to do is turn you into a couch potato. . . ," she said, expressing her concern not only in her voice but in the way she was looking at him. Urjasz just didn't seem like the stay at home type. TAGGED: Urjasz WORDS: more than the last one? OUTFIT: here NOTES: :U horsies. CREDIT: Crayola did the template and the image. LYRICS: Katy Perry
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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 Feb 15, 2011 10:56:40 GMT -5
Fear defeats more people than any other one thing in the world
So here he was. Urjasz Volkova, feared hit man, sitting in the back of a hose drawn carriage on a date. Who'd have seen it? Despite having planned it all a week ago, it was rather surreal suddenly being there. If anything, what he found the most strange was the fact he was actually enjoying the little ride. That and being with Anastasia, it seemed that in this day dedicated to her he may actually be able to relax too. Behind he could hear the car driving off, returning to the mansion no doubt, to wait for a call to return. And even if that same car could not reach them in time, there would be another in the area ready. It was a good plan. Anastasia took more interest in what he had to say rather than the horses and Urjasz just smiled as she spoke, even if he was to correct her slightly.
“Yes and no. I'm staying in the city yes, but work will not stop. Just means each night I can come home and be with you. Who knows, could have a quiet period where no one needs to die. Sounds like a miracle but could happen. Then I'd get to spend some quality time with you. Today will not be the last happy day for us. It is the first of many to come. The wheels are in motion for it all to happen. Next week I go to Moscow for a week, along with Sully and we're to stand before the elders. On separate topics though. Think he wants something in return for his deal being broken off. Afanasii has been in contact for the last month. If you think today took a lot of planning, which it did, you've not seen anything yet.”
Drifting off for a moment, he looked into the lake as the carriage went slowly over a bridge. He was able to observe the park for a moment, watching children play with boats in the water, fitness fans exercising all over the place and other families, couples and even the odd lone reader under a tree with their little set ups. “Look at them all. So happy with their normal lives. That'll be use soon. I promise. The way things are set to go, we will never have any problems ever again. At least from the Gorchakov side of things. I won't tell you just yet. I trust you, I really do. But I don't want you to be in any danger. If you don't know you can't tell. Our minds betray us and I'd rather it was mine than yours that gave it away. Enough on that any way, I'm just happy to be with you. You sat there looking all beautiful, you make me feel ugly and old. A true beauty and the beast scenario.” Lifting her head with his finger, he kissed her lightly on the lips before smiling at her, truly happy.
Nice soppy one here, with a small twist
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Post by Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova on Feb 15, 2011 19:07:25 GMT -5
Do you ever feel like a plastic bag Drifting through the wind, wanting to start again Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin Like a house of cards, one blow from caving in Do you ever feel already buried deep Six feet under screams but no one seems to hear a thing Do you know that there's still a chance for you cause there's a spark you just gotta ignite the light and let it shine inally! Her plan was set into action. They walked past the horses to get to the carriage, and she paused for a second to pat the snout of the horse closest to her as it leaned down to sniff at her hair. Her smile just brightened tenfold and she scurried back to Urjasz and crawled into the carriage with him, getting a strange look from the one driving the carriage. “You’re leaving again?” Anastasia confirmed, looking up at Urjasz sadly. It might have only been for a week but it she had just got used to having him around again. Just a week. . . seven days. Not knowing if he was okay would be the worst part, probably. It seemed Sully was going as well, but that didn’t bother her too much. . . the guy still kind of gave her the creeps and things between her and him had been a little. . . awkward since their first meeting. Or maybe tense was a better way to put it. “It seems like you just back. . . .”She was a little confused though. . . how much planning did a date need. . . . ? Anastasia thought it better not ask, though. He started to speak again and Anastasia looked up at him, once again taking his hand in hers. She couldn’t help but smile when he looked at her the way he did, even though he speaking of a rather serious matter. “It’s okay. Business is business. . . . You don’t have to tell me,” she assured him with a reassuring smile. It only made sense for him to keep his business life separate from his love life. . . . Anastasia didn’t like being in danger any more than he liked her being in danger! “Enough on that any way, I'm just happy to be with you. You sat there looking all beautiful, you make me feel ugly and old. A true beauty and the beast scenario,” he said, managing to somehow sound nonchalant as he kissed her gently. Anastasia frowned at him and patted the back of his hand. “Please don’t say that. It doesn’t count as being old when you stay the same age all the time. And you’ve aged quite gracefully,” she replied, with another reassuring smile and peck on the cheek. “You shouldn’t be so hard on yourself. . . . You’re a good person.” TAGGED: Urjasz WORDS: four hundred and six OUTFIT: here NOTES: no comment CREDIT: Crayola did the template and the image. LYRICS: Katy Perry
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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
Posts: 653
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Post by Urjasz Volkova on Feb 16, 2011 12:38:23 GMT -5
Fear defeats more people than any other one thing in the world
Already he could see the sadness in her eyes as he told her he was going to Moscow and it was heartbreaking already. He knew she'd be ok, he knew all of what was to come would work out in the end. However the horses had seemed to do their job well of cancelling out the truth sadness she'd have had. “I have just got back. This is true. That's also why I would like you to come to. I've arranged it so, if you wanted to, you could be given a new power. Anything you like. You know I'd do anything for you and well I just wanted to finally help give you something you can always have.”
Avoiding rambling, he allowed her to have time to take it all in. It would mean she got to stay near to him, even if not with him all the time. But that's how it was here. In an odd way it was like marriage, going about their daily routines but in the end, they always ended up in each other's arms. It was way to early to even think about that though. Marriage? Did that even exist in the immortal world? He genuinely didn't know. Something he'd have to look into he guessed. “I thank you for your kindness. You will always be the young sweet girl to me. I can only hope I can always be the older protector.” Returning her kiss, it was like a game of tennis bouncing the kisses back and forth.
Looking into her eyes with a smile to keep her gaze, the carriage came to a stop and he looked past her. “We're here” he pointed out, climbing out the carriage and holding the door open for her, helping her out. Before them was a large isolated plot of grass with a large picnic clothe spread out, covered in baskets, plates with fresh food and an ice box near by. Leading Anastasia towards it, Urjasz sat down and just smiled, watching Anastasia's response.
And low, the meal is revealed
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Post by Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova on Feb 16, 2011 13:44:43 GMT -5
Do you ever feel like a plastic bag Drifting through the wind, wanting to start again Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin Like a house of cards, one blow from caving in Do you ever feel already buried deep Six feet under screams but no one seems to hear a thing Do you know that there's still a chance for you cause there's a spark you just gotta ignite the light and let it shine t first she was just confused, but after a moment or two what Urjasz was asking sank in. “You want me to go to Moscow with you?” she asked in a rather dreamy voice, unsure if that was really what it meant. How long had it been since she’d last gone to Russia? Since she’d seen her family? Subconsciously her grip tightened on Urjasz’ hand. She didn’t know what he was talking about with power, but she just passed it over as quickly as he had mentioned it. Go to Russia. . . . It sure sounded like a great idea to her! Talk to her brother and her mother, maybe. . . . When was the last time she’d even called them to tell her how she was? They probably thought she was dead or something. . . . “Would I be able to visit my family while I’m up there?” she asked quietly, not wanting to get her hopes up too soon. She was holding back her excitement and the butterflies until his answer came, knowing that if she got too happy about it only to be told she wasn’t allowed to see her family. . . . In all honesty she wouldn’t even really know what to talk to them about! But she missed them, nonetheless. Another moment later he was announcing that they had arrived at. . . wherever they were going. Smiling, Anastasia let Urjasz help her down from her seat and she gave one more fleeting look at the beautiful white stallions before following Urjasz to the quaintest picnic set up she had ever seen. They were just two people. . . was all that food necessary? It sure looked good though. Smiling, Anastasia looked up at Urjasz and just smiled brighter before settling herself down on the blanket, curling her legs under her. “Did you do this all by yourself?” she asked semi-sarcastically, getting the general feeling that he had probably had some help from the boys at the mansion. Bet that had been a manly conversation. TAGGED: Urjasz WORDS: three hundred forty four OUTFIT: here NOTES: no comment CREDIT: Crayola did the template and the image. LYRICS: Katy Perry
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