Post by luca michael paramaur on Feb 13, 2011 18:26:30 GMT -5
LUCA PARAMAUR
WILL FIND A MAP AND DRAW A STRAIGHT LINE
OVER RIVERS FARMS AND STATE LINES THE DISTANCE FROM A TO WHERE YOU
nicknames ! luca
age ! twenty three
birthday ! march 1986
orientation ! straight as an arrow
membergroup ! student
faceclaim ! marlon teixeira[/ul]
'D BE IT'S ONLY A FINGER-LENGTHS THAT I SE
E I TOUCH THE PLACE WHERE I'D FIND YOUR FACE MY FINGER IN CREASES OF D
E I TOUCH THE PLACE WHERE I'D FIND YOUR FACE MY FINGER IN CREASES OF D
ihate ! the cold, being stuck in one place people (he'd rather be by himself, simply put, but at the same time, he hates it.)
ifear ! that someone might find out his secret.
mysecretis ! he's a fugitive wanted for murder.
aboutme ! 5+adjectives[/ul]
ARK DISTANT PLACES I HANG MY COAT UP IN T
HE FIRST BAR THERE IS NO PEACE THAT I'VE FOUND SO FAR THE LAUGHTER PEN
HE FIRST BAR THERE IS NO PEACE THAT I'VE FOUND SO FAR THE LAUGHTER PEN
hometown ! los angeles, california
mystoryis ! Luca was born in winter, but living in Los Angeles, he was always surrounded in sunshine. This was both in the physical sense and the mental sense; Luca was a popular guy, one that always got the girls. Everyone wanted to be him at one time or another - the star athlete on the swim team, the painter, the one who could fit in with society while being himself and every quirk that he was. He truly had the best of both worlds - at least, for a while.
Luca has always been an emotional person. He gets attached to people, always a sort of 'big brother' guardianship over them. He usually went through a girlfriend in a week or two, but one day when he was out with his latest catch, life wouldn't be the same.
It didn't start out serious - they were at a party, Luca was drinking and so was everyone else. Some guy decided to hit on his girlfriend; she blatantly refused him, but he didn't seem to take no for an answer. He was making obvious physical advances, overpowering her and pinning her to the wall. Luca heard her cries and, well, he went overboard. Luca was never a fighter, but he beat the guy to a pulp. Only when the guy stopped moving, only when he realized that he had beaten someone to death was when the panic overtook him. He fled, went home and packed a few things, and crossed the country. Luca hasn't been home since.[/ul]
ETRATES MY SILENCE AS DRUNKEN MEN FIND
FLAWS IN SCIENCE THEIR WORDS MOSTLY NOISES GHOSTS WITHOUT VOICES Y
FLAWS IN SCIENCE THEIR WORDS MOSTLY NOISES GHOSTS WITHOUT VOICES Y
myageis ! 16
ilivein ! est
ifoundthis ! CAUTION
myroleplaysample ! [/ul]
Things were happening faster than she could have ever imagined, and at the same time far slower than she would have wanted them to be. Christian had stayed at her house for the weekend and well past it, since there was another one coming around the corner. It had been nearly a week since she met him, and she couldn't think of life any other way. They both had work, of course, so they weren't together during those times, but it was certainly a new feeling to come home and have someone - other than your son, of course - waiting for you. Today, she was still sleeping in her room, her own little haven - no morning shift equals extra time to sleep, which no human being would pass up.
Well, except for Christian. She smirked against her pillow at the small joke she thought of - Christian wasn't technically human, so to speak. He was actually a vampire, and he was dangerous and thirsted for human blood, blood like hers. And he didn't sleep, that was convenient when taking care of a crying child. He wouldn't let her get up despite her will to, not wanting her to be disturbed from sleep if Eli cried. She couldn't remember a time when she had been more well rested.
Iris could hear Christian's voice from the bedroom, cooing at Rain. She was prancing around excitedly, probably wanting to get out. That was another thing she really was coming to love, the dog. She couldn't help it, she was just so lovable and protective of Eli, she had seen that for herself.
The memories of the werewolf coming to their house still rattled at her nerves a little. She had never felt more helpless in her life, while a gun was at her hip and she was holding her son and Rain was growling and Christian was risking his life for all of them. She would never let him see her cry, she just broke down the next day at work. He could have died for her, and she would have never forgiven herself for that.
Ever since his safety had been put at risk that night, she found herself a little protective of him. It was a little funny, with him being superhuman and practically invincible and her as fragile as she was, but she couldn't bear the fact of losing Christian. She wouldn't...
A little bit of an unsettling feeling came within her, took haven in the pits of her stomach. She didn't ever want to lose him. Everyone in her life had left her before him, everyone hadn't cared. But this was a new feeling, this was something she was terrified of and craved at the same time, something that was against every definition of love that she had ever been taught before but had categorized it under the same name.
She remembered a night with her sister, Rose. She was only a few months pregnant with Eli, and she was talking to her sister about how much she cared about the baby and loved it already. Rose smiled a little bitter sweetly at this. "When I was in college, getting my teaching degree, there was a girl from Alaska in the dorm across from me. She was actually part Inuit, and she told me some of the most amazing things. Did you know that there are thirty two different ways to say 'love' in the Eskimo language? There was one for the love that you feel when you're eating a meal you adore, one for the platonic love between friends, one for parents and children, one for lovers, one for that love you could never describe, the one where you feel like you'd do anything and everything for that person, where you could be with them forever."
Thirty two ways to love, and she still couldn't decide on which one Christian fit. She knew she loved him, but then again, she had loved before, and these were nothing in comparison.
If only she had an Eskimo dictionary.
Finding the strength to get out of bed was always a hassle for her, leaving the warmth and the comfort that a mattress provided. Iris groaned a little while getting out; it was cold this morning. She wanted nothing more than to get back under the covers and sleep until well in the afternoon, but she had to get up and be an adult now. Right?
Her bare feet made their way a little lazily and begrudgingly to the kitchen. Christian had turned around, smiling as she walked toward him. She hoped that he'd always look at her like that.
He stole a quick kiss from her. "Morning Iris...what would you like to drink on our little trip today?" Her mind was still hazed over from sleep, she had forgotten about the trip until he had mentioned it. "I'm fine with anything." she replied, a yawn finishing her sentence.
"Do I still wake you, Iris?" Iris smiled against him again, unable to help herself. "No, I'm a heavy sleeper." she returned. "I doubt that anything would wake me." She could feel his eyes watching her, a small purr of contentment rising in her throat as he kissed the tip of her nose ever so lightly. "Did you sleep well, dear Iris?"
Iris nodded, wanting nothing more than to bring herself closer to him though her eyes strayed for a moment. "Yeah, I slept well." That was a bit of a lie, she had a nightmare that involved the werewolf and Christian. Time and time again she'd be plagued by the memory of that, watching helplessly as the werewolf made his advances on Christian, his jaws locking around him and...
Her head rested against his chest, hoping that Christian hadn't read her thoughts. She couldn't help but worry about him, she worried about people that she cared about. She'd always want to protect him, even though that was basically impossible for her. She wanted him by her side forever.
Iris closed her eyes contentedly, her ear against the heart that was forever stilled.
Thirty two ways to love, and she felt like that wasn't enough.
OUR WORDS IN MY MEMORY ARE LIKE MUSIC T
O ME I'M MILES FROM WHERE YOU ARE I LAY DOWN ON THE COLD GROUND I PRA
oh hai! this appy was made by BONES ?! of
CAUTION. she used snow patrol and martha wainwright
lyrics from the song set the fire to the third bar.
don't remove this tag, snickerdoodles. <33
