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Post by serenity on Mar 14, 2011 21:36:13 GMT -5
Serenity O’Deina was just back from the store. Yay. Just what she loved to do when she didn’t have class or any form of therapy that she would really rather not bother with if she could help it. It wasn’t like she had much of a choice though, their Foster was a lazy bum that she never actually managed to see anywhere, it was like they had a ghost for a foster, it was aggravating. Especially when Serenity often was the only one who bothered to cook and the Foster managed to take all of the credit for it. She didn’t have to cook today.
No, today she didn’t have to do anything. It was a Saturday and all of her house mates were not around. Raea was off with that loud little friend who tended to burst into the house from time to time. The werecat who was afraid of men wasn’t here, and she didn’t know where the vamp was…and she didn’t want to know. Serrie shuddered thinking about it. They had to house her with a vamp, didn’t they? There were only two vampires that Serenity didn’t hate, and they were far away.
Serenity looked down at her hands, frowning for a moment and then took a deep breath. She couldn’t help it. She missed Iris more than she could ever explain. The other girl got her better than anyone else and Serenity had finally started to open up around her enough to actually start acting like herself. They had been through so much shit together and Serenity missed her more than anything, it was her best friend! She almost missed her more than Colin, but that was mostly a tie when it came to that, she missed them both equally and wished she could leave this fucking place to see them. Or just to leave.
She sighed and shook her head. Like she had been thinking, she didn’t have to do anything today. The house was entirely empty, there was no one to cook for but herself. She could always go out and play with her newly acquired hobby which was photography, but Serenity found she couldn’t focus on that enough today, it was too….too…it left too much space for her to think really. She needed to do something that would put her in control over something in her life. She needed to cook. That was what the young Irish girl did when she needed to be in control and not think, she would cook.
Unfortunately, Serrie only knew how to cook like she was cooking for a full herd of werecats because that was how she had always done it, so there would be extra but the leftovers would be good for the people in this house, it meant less cooking for Serrie, not that she didn’t enjoy it thoroughly. It was more the aggravation of having to do it rather than anything else entirely.
She didn’t have to do anything right now. She had no where to do and no one to see, she had no one here. It was depressing, but before Fell’s Church that had been normal for the usually nomadic little witch. It was just that…she had gotten used to having someone there with her. Someone who actually cared about her more than just…some passing fancy. She wished she had that again, she wished she had all the people she had grown to care about again actually, not just the passing random person she took in to fill that hole. Nothing could fill that hole if she asked Serrie. She just wanted her best friend and her boyfriend. Was that so hard to ask really?
Serenity yawned as she shrugged off her sweatshirt and toed off her shoes. Leaving herself in just a tank top and jeans, which was rare for the girl that hated to show any more skin than strictly necessary. Scatch that, she liked showing less skin than necessary, none to be exact. She didn’t let anyone touch her, no skin contact was to be allowed, ever. She refused. It was better that way. But no one was home, there was no chance of anyone actually touching her. The lack of a sweatshirt or sleeves meant that all of the ugly fang scars along her upper arms from where the group of vampires had played with her after they had killed her mother before her eyes were visible, but like she had said no one was actually in here, it meant she didn’t have to worry about anyone seeing them. Serrie frowned a bit. Even Iris had never seen them, but Iris had the odd talent of setting off Serenity’s gift every time she touched Serrie, so that had never been an option.
Taking out all of the ingredients she would need and turning on the radio that sat on the corner, Serrie got down to work. Lets see, how much food could she make to kill the loneliness?
Words: 869
Muse: Epic
Comments She wouldn't leave me alone til I posted lol
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Post by iris on Mar 22, 2011 19:28:06 GMT -5
Iris was following a lead, that was all she was doing. She hoped this lead was right after all. She had so much trouble finding Serrie and it was beginning to drive her really nuts like this place seemed to think she was.
Well, she had tricked them into thinking she was anyway. She wanted them to believe that so she could stay here. She was inside of her apartment and she was getting ready to go out and look for her best friend again. Apparently she was staying in the teen part of town and this didn't surprise Iris really. She was really a teen.
Iris shook her head as she pulled up her jeans and then pulled on the black corset she wore when she went out hunting. Yeah Iris did that now, she hunted her own kind. At least the kind that were human killing sons of bitches. She had been training at the Arena here for as long as she had been here and she was going to keep training because if she kept training she would get her fighting skills up and even though she was weaker than most of the vampires who drank from humans. She would be able to kick their asses.
She pulled on her leather jacket and then went over to her bed and pulled out the big black case from underneath it, inside were two stakes. She had them made a long time ago and now she used them when she killed, if you looked closely you could see all the blood stains from the vampires she had killed over this little bit of time she had been a hunter.
She took them out and hooked them in the belt she had one. One on each side. She wasn't always a hunter. She had been a vampire that liked staying under the radar. The one's who hated things but did nothing about them. That of course had been when Serrie disappeared and it changed Iris forever.
She sighed a bit as she walked out of her apartment her boots clicking on the floor. Then she shut the door behind her tight and left the building ready to go find her friend.
She was so nervous, she had spent some time here and in that time she had never come across Serrie and Iris would recognize her best friend either. Seth still hadn't seen her either and Iris was beginning to get really really worried. What if something happened to her?
Iris's hand tightened on the stake at her waste as she thought of what would happen to the person who would hurt Serrie. She sighed a bit and ran her hand through her dark hair. Her green eyes were dull, so dull. There was nothing bright about them. How could they be bright when she was worried about Serrie?
She sighed and kept walking. She and Serrie had been through so much and she wasn't going to let it be for nothing, there was no way that she was going to let it all fall apart. Iris couldn't imagine her life without her and she didn't want to have to.
She had lived these weeks without her and it made her miserable, especially since she felt that this was mostly her fault. If she had been paying more attention to the fact that Serrie needed her, and not so much attention on wondering where her then Werewolf boyfriend had gotten too. Maybe she could have stopped this. Maybe she could have done something.
She sighed as she entered the place where all the teens were. She unfolded the piece of paper she had from her pocket and then walked over to the address. The closer she walked over there, the more crazy she felt. The more nervous. What was going to happen now? What was she going to do? What if the lead turned out to be wrong? Was she going to just go take her anger out on some unsuspecting vampire who wouldn't see her coming?
She sighed and walked up the steps going into the door without knocking and closing it lightly behind her as she did. She could hear the sound of cooking and she smelled it as well and she decided to follow it. What if it was Serrie? Iris hoped that it was Serrie she was begging for it to be.
Iris walked into the room and looked around she saw someone over by the counter and the stove and she stopped. It was her. It was Serrie. She was blasting music and she was more unclothed than she had ever seen her but it was definitely Serrie. She didn't know what to do. She wanted to go run and take her into an enormous hug but Serrie would freak, Iris knew her best friend that well. Instead she just sorta grinned.
She was going to go with the cool approach even though she was raging on the inside.
"You know...You make it really hard for someone to find you"she said, she was actually tearing up a little. How could she not? She had finally found her best friend after all this searching. She was so filled with emotion that if Serrie didn't turn around sooner or later, she was definitely going to glomp her.
Words: 908 Muse: good Notes: Shes so happy to see her! outfit: Outfit
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Post by serenity on Mar 25, 2011 0:52:11 GMT -5
Serrie was lost in her own mind as she sat here chopping and cooking and figuring out what the heck she wanted to actually make, because she hadn’t decided that one just yet. It didn’t mater, she just wanted to be in control of something these days. These days when her life felt so out of control, of her control at least, she needed something to center herself. Cooking did that. It let her control whether things burnt or whether they lived. Which spices went with what. How much she made. IT was all up to her and that control was so rare for the little Irish witch that she reveled when she got it.
Her thoughts and mind wandered as her hands moved almost like they were on automatic, her head bobbing a bit to the music she wasn’t exactly hearing. It didn’t matter. Distractedly, before she had the chance to dirty her hands with the more messy and wet ingrediants from what she was cooking, not that she knew what that was yet, still, she tied her hand up in a messy ponytail, catching the blond and blue strands and only missing the bangs that still fell in her storm colored eyes but she impatiently blew them away and got back to work with her hands, chopping and dicing. She was good with the knife when it came to cooking. But defending herself? She was hopeless.
She could run like a pro though, she thought bitterly.
Getting back to her cooking she let her mind wander, not paying attention to too much in particular. Mostly missing the life she had managed to get back for herself in Fells Church that was now a distant memory. She missed it and felt tears prickle in her eyes as she thought about it. She had had a life there. An actual life for the first time since her mother had died and left her alone in the world. She had people she counted as her surrogate family, to watch her back and actually care about her. And here she was, so far away from that. So far away from the people she loved and those that loved her. It wasn’t just Colin, though she missed him so bad she ached. Never thought she’d feel that way about a boy before. Especially not a boy she had only just kissed a good four times and nothing beyond that. It seemed like…she had fallen too hard to fast. But it had happened. Nothing she could do about it now.
There was also Iris. And that did make a tear fall. Damn. She wipped it away with the crook of her elbow as best as she could. She missed Iris more if that was possible. Not that she missed Colin less it was just…Iris was practically her sister in all but name. She had had her first ever girl’s night with Iris. She had finally started opening up thanks to her. She had started to laugh again because of Iris. They shared a love of books, and Iris had been the one to help Serrie through a lot of her boy related issues. It was…she was her best friend. And Serrie missed her so much. Iris was the first person in a long time to not be pushed away by how hard it was to get under Serrie’s walls to see the real her. She had actually been patient enough that the two had clicked as fast friends.
It had been strong enough that Serrie hadn’t stopped being her friend when she had found out that Iris was a vampire. It had put a dent in things for a month or two but they had straightened it out. And now they were strong friends. Had been strong friends before Serrie had been carted off to this place so far away from her best friend that it was like she would never see the other girl again and that almost made another tear spill onto her cheeks.
She was so distracted by her thoughts and her cooking and her music that she hadn’t realized that someone else was in the house until they spoke. She whirled around, scared it was a vamp…and it was. But…she was convinced she was having illusions or something. This place had a rep for making people worse, not better, as it was. Because there was no way that she was here. Either way, Serrie set the knife that had still been in her hands down on the counter, slowly because she was convinced that there was no way the other person in this kitchen was actually there. But her tear filled eyes met Iris’s tear filled eyes and she knew her best friend was actually there.
Frantically, so much so that she almost attempted to pull her head through the sleeve, she tugged her sweatshirt back on, leaving the hood up. Like she said, Iris had a damn bad habit of setting off her Sight every time they touched.
But for the first time ever, besides her mother and Colin, Serrie wanted to touch someone. And she didn’t say a word, just flung herself across the kitchen and wrapped her arms around her best friend, and the tears did fall then. She still didn’t say anything, just held on to her best friend like the other girl was her life line, which she had been since Serrie had met her. She just needed to be sure Iris was real and there and not just some bizarre illusion concucted to royally fuck with her. She wouldn’t be surprised and she wanted to be surprised so bad. ”Sorry” she said, that one word seriously muddled by bother her accent and the tears in her voice. But Iris had been looking for her? Serrie didn’t realize anyone would ever go through that type of trouble for her.
It made her feel seriously touched and loved. The tears so weren’t stopping any time soon.
Words: 1034
Comments: Epic
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Post by iris on May 5, 2011 0:25:44 GMT -5
Iris had never had many friends. Before she was vampire she had kept to herself and spent a lot of time with the horses at the stables, which is what led to the whole vampire business, but that is another story. She just never took to people too well, she always felt a lot of them were the same and they only wanted to be friends with you because they wanted something out of you. Iris didn't like that so most of the time she felt that she really didn't even need someone like that.
Until she met Serrie, she had and Serrie had been a total accident. Iris had never gone to that high school in Fell's Church like she had in so many others looking for friends. No that wasn't her intention, all she had wanted to do was blend in with the community. That was what she did when she went from town to town to town and instead of just having an existence that was entirely under the radar. She wound up with the best friend she could ever ask for. Iris smiled at the thought.
She felt like she had been the luckiest person in the world now, how could she not? Iris had done thing with Serrie that she had never done with another person before and they had bonded. They bonded so well that Iris had been devastated when she went missing.
Iris still blamed herself, she didn't care whether it was true or not. She just couldn't help but feel like she was the one who should be blamed. It didn't matter though, she had vowed that she was going to find her and that was what she was going to do.
Now here she was standing in a kitchen with her best friend right in front of her. Seth was going to be thrilled when she told him, if he didn't already know. If he did know than she was going to kick his ass for not telling her. She smiled widely as she felt the tears coming to her eyes she couldn't believe that this was happening right now. She couldn't believe that after weeks of searching through this crazy town she had finally found her Serrie. She had finally found the best friend she could have ever asked for in her entire life.
She had spoke, saying that Serrie made it hard for someone to find her and Iris watched her stop as if she didn't think it was her, Iris didn't blame her for this, Iris had questioned whether she had actually found her as well so she let it just sink in with the warmest smile on her face and tears in her eyes.
That was when the Frenzy started. Serrie rushed and started putting on a sweater and Iris laughed a bit, she knew why Serrie was doing that, she was touch sensitive and Iris seemed to set her off whenever she touched her, which meant that Serrie had planned on touching her or something to that effect and surely enough then came a little Irish ball of happy coming at her and glomp hugging and Iris laughed as happy tears fell down her cheeks.
She picked Serrie up and spun her around a bit as the girl said sorry for being hard to find and Iris just shook her head not believing the well of emotions that were inside of her at the moment. She was standing here and Serrie was standing there and they were both crying and clinging to each other for dear life and it didn't matter, because everything was going to be okay now. Everything was going to be better because Iris was going to get Serrie out of here.
"Don't be sorry just please...Don't ever do that to me again, or I will smack you so hard that your kids will inherit the bruises"she said with a little bit of a laugh. She was joking, mostly. Oh it didn't matter, she had her Serrie again and nothing was taking away that happiness from her.
Words:708
Muse: meh
Notes: Not nearly as good as Colin's
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Post by serenity on May 6, 2011 22:08:27 GMT -5
From the moment Serrie turned away from the counter and the sink where, moments ago, she had so diligently cooking, to face the voice that had spoken out into the room, Serrie knew her time here would be changed. That voice was so familiar to the young Irish girl, so achingly familiar that she felt the tears start to well up again. No, there was no way she was here. There was no way she had just been thinking about her best friend ever and suddenly she would appear before her like magic. It wsn’t possible. That stuff only happened in fairy tales and by no means was Serrie’s life a fairytale. Unless it was one of those ancient ones that ended up with everyone wounded or dead.
No, this wasn’t the way her life worked this way, her life was too hell bent on fucking her over at every turn, not giving her what she wished for so dearly when she was alone and no one could see her cry for it. Her life preferred to make her cry for that and then hit her while she was down and out. She was used to that. She wasn’t used to this, wasn’t used to getting what she actually wanted. It was a foreign idea she couldn’t seem to grasp. Which was why it took her so damn long to actually move, so long to believe it was real and in front of her.
And then she couldn’t seem to move fast enough. Soon enough she had her sweatshirt on and she was launching across the room into her best friend, her much taller best friend but it didn’t matter. She didn’t think she had ever hugged Iris before, because of her stupid issues she couldn’t seem to get over no matter how hard she tried, but it didn’t matter. She was hugging her now. And she didn’t plan to let go, not just yet at least. Iris seemed to return the sentiment. She didn’t care that she never touched people, if there was ever a time to touch someone, it was at a reunion, wasn’t it? That was when it counted. She was crying, but it was happy tears, and she knew it was the same for Iris too, what else could it be?
And then she was in the air. She eeped when Iris picked her up, not entirely expecting it, but then she laughed. Oh yeah, she entirely got where Iris was coming from with that. She was pretty much in the same, over joyed, boat. And she was sorry, sorry she had been hard to find, she hadn’t intended to be hard to find at all. She had intended to be right there, right in her apartment where she could always be found by those that wanted to find her. But she had been found now, and she clung to the best friend who had found her with sweatshirt sleeve covered hands like she was Serrie’s anchor. In many ways, she was, and she had been for the past couple of months, since they had met each other. She couldn’t picture life without Iris, and she had been dreading that prospect. But now she had her Iris again, and she wasn’t going to let her go.
Iris said to never do that again, or her kids would inherit the bruises she’d get. Serrie’s automatic reaction was to snort and pull away from Iris so she could actally look at the other girl. ”Aye, Like I’ll have kids” she said sarcastically. And then she caught herself. Why was she bothering with that right now? It wasn’t important! What was important was that she wasn’t alone anymore. Her lack of a love life and prospect of a future could wait. Especailly cause that lead to thoughts of Colin and she wanted to focus on her best friend being here. She shook her head and glomped her friend right away, right again, hugging tight. ”I promise, aye, I promise. Never again, never, never, never” she said, her Irish accent thick because of the tears in her eyes and her voice. She was sure she wasn’t even understandable right then but that was okay, that could be handled later when she wasn’t rying happy, constant tears.
And then she pulled back to look at Iris again. She felt like a yo-yo, but looking at Iris made her get all teary all over again. She couldn’t….”I can’t believe…” she said ,and then she trailed off. She couldn’t believe what? So many things. Couldn’t believe Iris was here? Couldn’t believe she had cared enough to try and find her? Couldn’t believe she was worth that much? Couldn’t believe Iris had let herself come to this horrible place for her? All of it…all of it…so she shook her head and settled on sniffling and wiping her eyes in the crook of her elbow again before she tried to speak again, possibly around her accent if that was possible. Which it probably wasn’t. ”I just…can’t believe it” she said, unsure if that made any sense. But she wasn’t sure how to explain it!
She couldn’t believe she had her best friend back.
Words: 923
Muse: There
Comments: Sorry, kinda tired ><
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Post by iris on Jun 1, 2011 13:41:10 GMT -5
Iris could feel something welling in her breast and stomach as she stood there with her best friend. The person she told everything too and whined everything too. She almost rolled her eyes at that, Iris would do no more whining. She was different now, so different in fact that it would be something she would have to explain to her dearest and most special friend, but the point was she felt something stirring inside of her. Something that she hadn't felt stirring since before Serrie had left.
Hope.
Hope for something new for something fresh and something new. Something wonderful and perfect. Girls nights and shopping trips again. Just fun with her best friend. It was perfect and Amazing and it was making Iris feel so much better, the Ice block that had formed around her heart was starting to melt just enough to let one person in. Serrie. She was the only person who needed to be there anyway.
Iris has been so happy when Serrie and run and hugged her. Serrie was so funny with touch because of her gift that Iris always seemed to set off but here she was hugging her and it made Iris want to pick her up and spin her so she did with a happy laugh. A happy laugh. Not a bitter one. Not a sad one. A happy laugh, Iris had no idea when the last time it had been when she happily laughed. Tears of joy and wonder were sliding down her cheeks and she couldn't help but think that things could not be better than this. This moment, right here Iris felt would be the best thing to ever happen to her.
She had to sit and talk with Serrie though, Tell her about how she was different...Tell her about she now hunted her own kind now and not because she wanted to talk about how she was killing them or anything. Mostly just because she wanted to tell someone about it. She wanted to tell someone that she was doing this for the greater good of people. Humans would be so much better off without vampires and even though she was a vampire. She didn't identify herself as one. Not the kind she hated anyway...
As she had been thinking about this Serrie had spoke because Iris had said if she ever did that again she would smack her so hard her kids would inherit the bruises and Serrie made a sarcastic remark about how she wasn't going to have kids or something and Iris rolled her eyes. Yeah right! Serrie was going to end up with a beautiful family as where Iris would never. Serrie and Colin were going to be together even though she had no idea where he was at that moment.
She said she would never do it again and Iris just grinned at her forgetting all about the grimmness she wanted to discuss with her and just being in the moment with her. "Good you are so now allowed to cut out on me anymore"she said with a grin.
Serrie was saying how she couldn't believe it and Iris nodded and smiled she understood completely. She understood exactly what was going on in her head because the same thing was going on in her own head. She was so happy but at the same time she was waiting for Serrie to disappear or something because this was too good to be true. This was too good for it too be real. She shook her head putting Serrie down and plopping down on the floor
"So sit and tell me everything you have been doing while I have been not around, tell me everything from friends you made to people I need to kill for bothering you"Iris said with a grin even though she was being mostly serious because anything or anyone who bothered her Serrie was going to get killed whether she staked them or not. Iris was a protective best friend and always had been, now that she had her best friend back there was someone to be protective over.
Words: 704
muse: meh
Notes: This post bothers me
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Post by serenity on Jun 4, 2011 22:13:36 GMT -5
Serrie had been surprised as all hell when Iris had picked her up and spinned her around, but even with her issues with touch, the little Irish girl hadn’t reacted badly at all, she had just went on clinging to her best friend whom she had missed dearly with sweatshirt covered hands. She never wanted to let go, but at the same time her phobia was acting up a little. She ignored it, it wasn’t important in the slightest. Because she was crying, happy tears but she was crying, and busy not believing this was really happening because it seemed too amazing to be real.
And then Iris had commented about how she wasn’t allowed to leave her again otherwise her kids would have bruises and Serrie had made her sarcastic comment. The one that was so out of place but she couldn’t help saying automatically. She saw Iris roll her eyes though. What? It wasn’t like it wasn’t true. There was no way that Serrie could have kids because the only man she could touch, and wanted to touch to be painfully honest, wasn’t here. So how could she have any without him? It just made sense to her. Not that she wanted to dwell on that, she wanted to dwell on the fact that Iris, her amazing best friend. Her perfect confidant, the one true person that got her without a doubt, was here. She was the first person to push in to Serrie, through her walls, and stay there without letting anything budge her. It was amazing. And Serrie commented through her tears, saying she would never.
Serrie sniffled when Iris said she wasn’t allowed to cut out on her. She didn’t mean to! And she stated as much out loud when she thought she could without her voice cracking from all the happy tears. ”’s not like I did it a’purpose, Iris. Yer stuck wif me” she said, and she was honest in that. Iris was stuck with her. Serrie hadn’t known her very long, but it didn’t matter, Iris was practically her sister. Even though she was a vamp. Serrie always forgot about that little factor every time they spoke. She forgot that Iris was one of the creatures that she feared. Mostly because Iris never acted like she was one of them, it made it easier for Serrie to pretend that she wasn’t at all.
And then Serrie had her total spaz…well one of her many ones since seeing Iris again because obviously being around her best friend made her far too happy to function properly. Not that she was complaining, of course she wasn’t. She just…she just couldn’t believe it no matter how hard she tried to convince herself it was true. Someone had cared about her enough to come and find her. She had never had that happen to her before. Even with Seth, he cared but it wasn’t enough for him to keep track of where she was all the time. Iris had done that, for her. She couldn’t believe it…
But the way that Iris was nodding after she spoke, Serrie knew that Iris understood exactly what she meant, even though she hadn’t said anything out loud that was even vaguely coherent.
She just couldn’t help the thought process that kept repeating. The one that said this was a dream. Or that she really was crazy and it was a delusion. It didn’t matter what it was saying, all that mattered was the message it kept making her think…that she would wake up soon enough and Iris wouldn’t be there with her. That she wasn’t ever really there in the first place. But no matter how many times she thought this, Iris was still there, every time she blinked Iris was still there, and she felt real, even though Serrie wasn’t hugging her anymore…she wanted so badly for it not to be a dream, or a delusion, or something like that. She needed her best friend more than she needed to breathe, and that was no exaggeration.
Iris plopped on the floor and Serrie laughed again, so many laughs…it was so weird for her to laugh after going so long without laughing at all. But Iris always had been able to make her smile, right out from day one, Iris had made her laugh and smile and want to be happy. Serrie plopped herself down on the floor as well, even though there was a perfectly good table and chairs right there, it didn’t matter. Iris and Serrie were together, the first person she had ever acted like a teenager with was here, who cared where it was that they sat? Serrie sure didn’t. Serrie shook her head, looking down at her hands. Iris wanted to know about her time here, Serrie would rather not get into it.
It was depressing and pathetic. All she had done was mope around. She had managed to make one friend but that wasn’t important. She didn’t want to talk about that. She didn’t. No. She would rather focus on other things instead, more important things like Iris and what she had been up to since Serrie had last seen her. That seemed more interesting and less depressing. She looked up at her best friend instead and pretended to smile, knowing full well that Iris would be able to see through it but she had to try anyway, try to be happy or at least look like it. ”I’d much rather hear about ye though, I would. What’ave ye been up t’since I saw ya last?” she asked, truly interested…but mostly just not wanting to talk about herself if she could help it.
Words: 994
Muse: There
Comments: I remember when it was so damn hard to hit 500 with Serrie, I think it was just VD lol
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