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Post by seth keaton parker on Dec 1, 2011 1:33:02 GMT -5
 let it all burnI WILL BURN FIRST. GOD, I'VE TRIED. AM I LOST IN YOUR EYES?Seth, finally more interested in putting some effort into his people skills, propped himself up on his elbows and gave Lace a very doubtful stare. But he still tilted his chin back and let his eyes roll up toward the ceiling so that he could give the idea some sort of thought. He found it extremely unlikely that anything supernatural like fate was making it so that they were winding up stuck with one another and weird, uncomfortable situations. If anything like fate had been real then maybe he would have ended up in situations like this with someone who he thought was completely stunning and amazing. Don’t get him wrong, he was sure someone out there thought that of Lace, it just didn’t happen to be him. Maybe if she was less of a mindless cow sometimes, but still Seth didn’t see fate working its hands into this and if it had it had done an absolutely horrible job at it.
But enough about that.
“So you think some supernatural force is trying to draw us together?” he asked, making little effort to see her side of it since he wasn’t so sure about anything supernatural. He was pretty sure she was jesting but… there had been a few times that she had caught him off guard in the past. He tilted his head and shrugged one of his shoulders at her. “It does sound a lot better than ‘I’m stalking you’ but it’s still pretty lame.” Seth dropped his eyes again to look over toward her, giving her a more serious but still laid back enough look. “If there is such a thing as fate and if such a thing as fate brought us together… than fate is one sick son of a bitch,” he told her, grinning again. “Either that or it really thinks opposites attract.”
After he spoke he pushed himself up completely and pulled his legs up onto his bed to sit cross legged. He faced the other end of the room and sat straight, his back curving in slightly as he reached his hands up onto his head to brush his hair back. A good lot of the brown strands just fell back forward toward his forehead. His hands dropped to his thighs then and he cocked his head to look over his shoulder back at her.
“If you believe in fate then do you believe in ghosts?” he asked her, while allowing his own mischievous smirk show. He dropped his cheek into the palm of his hand now looking back and sideways at her. The angle didn’t really matter though since she was laying on the bed anyways. “And if you believe in ghosts have you ever seen any or heard them?”
Where exactly was he going with this? Well, all Seth had seen was her either trying to be completely badass (and being oblivious of the concept that other human beings were capable of feelings) or acting extremely hurt. The best way to get to know someone, he thought, was by seeing them afraid or making them somewhat fearful. Maybe ghosts wasn’t her thing but since they had been talking about fate and he did have a few great ghost stories, Seth decided to try and make the best of it. He was taking a stab in the dark, still unsure if this whole social thing was working for him or not. Strangely enough, he was trying to imagine it was just sort of like he was talking to his sister… with her it was always more free and airy unless there had been a fight. They could talk and be oblivious to reality sometimes. He guessed that was how you were supposed to be social.
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Post by lace lucetta marseilles on Dec 1, 2011 2:07:30 GMT -5
oh, oh, i confess to the rumors of us [/font][/color] Y O U ' L L D A N C E T O A N Y T H I N G[/font]  ----------------------------------------------- fix me, or just conflict me[/font] -----------------------------------------------[/color][/center] Did Lace really believe in fate? Maybe a little bit. Fate brought her to America, where she was very miserable, but now she was almost--and here I stress almost--having fun with Seth. It was an abusive sort of fun, but, hey, it was something to do.
Lace believed more in karma than in fate. It was only natural, as she had duly noted that having been a bitch to everyone, she got what was coming to her. It worked out the same way for Seth. He was mean to her, so he had to stay with her for a whole day. Karma was a cruel, cold way of life. But Lace loved seeing bad karma happen to other people. Like Seth. It was so terrible that he had to spend a day with her. She didn't mind it, but he seemed absolutely opposed to the idea.
She was actually fairly surprised when he questioned her idea of fate. She hadn't been serious with it, but he seemed to think she was. Lace gave him one of her now-infamous blank stares while she processed his inquiry. "I thought it was nice of Fate to bring us together like this," she returned matter-of-factly. "We are not so opposite." Lace sneered in jest at him. "I am practically looking at my reflection."
Lace found it peculiar that he was asking her such things. It was like he actually wanted her opinion on something. Shocking, right? She tried not to let her surprise show, but she did happen to raise a brow at his next question. Ghosts? Surely he was being sarcastic. She didn't know hardly anything about ghosts. She did know that she stayed clear of graveyards and spooky-looking houses. So maybe she was a little afraid of ghosts or whatever other creepy crawlies were in cemeteries and haunted mansions.
"I do not know why are you asking me this," Lace stated, eying him curiously, "but I suppose I do believe in ghosts. I 'ave, myself, never seen one, but my grand-mère is convinced that there are thousands in Paris." She continued to leer at him suspiciously. She couldn't tell if he was being serious about all of this or not. She was reluctant to answer him because he was probably going to laugh at her, and that would most certainly hurt her feelings. But she decided to humor him anyways.
Lace pondered on the topic for awhile, before going back to the previous one. "If you do not believe fate has put us together, then you think it is coincidence? I do not think coincidence 'appens more than twice." She grinned warmly at him. There was no way all of their meetings were coincidence. It may not have been fate, but it was something. Maybe he just had really bad karma, or she had really good karma (well, Lace was sure he had very awful karma). You couldn't be as snide as him and have exceptional karma. She had been very kind in France, so maybe it carried over here in America.
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Post by seth keaton parker on Dec 1, 2011 15:35:15 GMT -5
let it all burnI WILL BURN FIRST. GOD, I'VE TRIED. AM I LOST IN YOUR EYES? Reflection? He couldn’t see how they were alike in any way possible and he would be slightly discouraged if someone came up to him and explained how he and that new foreign girl were just so much alike. Okay, maybe he could spot a few similarities but he wasn’t so willing to dig deeper and try to find anything more. For her to say that they were so alike was kind of bold since the two of them still really knew nothing about one another. Maybe there were a few things that she could spot on his surface that reminded her of herself but Seth was pretty sure once you scratched at that you could find that the pair couldn’t be any more different. He was quieter and was alright with being alone while Lace seemed to be more obnoxious and threw her weight around to get attention. Seth didn’t crack so easy and could twist his words like he were always speaking from the heart and from what he had seen Lace was much more fond of wearing her emotions on her sleeve. Not to mention they very obviously came from completely different backgrounds and had different levels of tolerance. They weren’t anything alike in his mind…
“If you say so,” he commented back, scrunching his face to show his disagreement physically rather than verbally. He also disagreed that it was pleasant of fate to bring them together. He still thought fate was probably some cold hearted asshole with nothing better to do if this was where it had brought them.
When she eyed him suspiciously, all the while answering his question, Seth merely grinned at her showing that he really had no intentions of just asking a question for the hell of it. It was an actual true, sincere sort of question. He was quite curious to how she would react to something like a ghost since it was always a debate whether they even truly existed or not. Some people said yes; that may have been out of fear of dying or a sincere belief that there are some things science cannot explain. Those who said no were just so boring, weren’t they? Honestly, he was pretty sure he was one of those boring ones since his faith in a life after death had died out a long time ago. Perhaps he should have taken more time to explore it instead of letting everything have an explanation. Maybe he was just afraid that turning into a ghost would be dreadful and boring. It would be an eternity of wandering aimlessly all alone.
So she did believe in ghosts? Well, that was good since now Seth had something to do with her and talk to her about. If there was one thing that he had grown up with it was ghost stories and he was pretty sure it had spawned because of the loss in his own family. It had sort of been a way to cope with things for a little while.
“You wanna see a ghost?” he offered her, still grinning.
Actually, no he didn’t think it was coincidence that they had once again met up. He actually thought it was more like her or him being curious about the other. Like in the parking lot, for example, Seth had gone and intentionally found her. The beach had no excuses, they just happened to be in the same place at the same time. This time though Lace had actually come to find him. So there really was no fate or coincidences involved with any of these meeting. Two of them had been premeditated.
“Yeah, but looking for one another does,” he told her with a wink, making it look almost like he agreed… but not really. “The reason you’re here now is because you came to give me my iPod. Not because some supernatural power is controlling our lives.”
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Post by lace lucetta marseilles on Dec 1, 2011 21:12:19 GMT -5
oh, oh, i confess to the rumors of us [/font][/color] Y O U ' L L D A N C E T O A N Y T H I N G[/font] ----------------------------------------------- fix me, or just conflict me[/font] -----------------------------------------------[/color][/center] He was not so different from her. He had a tough exterior, just like she did (except hers was not so hard to break). Lace believed that maybe there was a nice person underneath that shell of his, but that was just what she believed. And, honestly, she believed she was fairly nice (otherwise, why did she have so many friends back in France?). They were more alike than Seth would let on. He just thought she was a dumb, whiny brat, but he couldn't be further from the truth! Okay, she was a little whiny, but she was used to getting her way.
Seth didn't believe her, as per norm. It was fine, he could have his own opinion, but Lace saw a lot of similarities between them. Of course, she didn't enjoy hurting other people's feelings like he did. Then again, he didn't like to complain like she did. But Lace was fairly sure all females liked to complain.
She just rolled her eyes at his reply. He just didn't understand the situation like she did. She didn't really expect him to, as his vision of her was unerring. To him, she was a spoiled, bitchy, stupid, and pompous asshole. And how could he relate to that (because he obviously wasn't any of those)? Lace was mature enough to know that Seth was not just some jerk, though he was, but she knew there was more than that. No one was a jerk just to be a jerk.
His offer of seeing a ghost, incidentally, sent a chill down her spine. Like a frozen spike of fright. Was he implying that there was a ghost in his house? Because Lace would rather take her chances with jumping out the window than staying in a house with a spectre.
Lace leered at him, narrowing her eyes in disbelief. "No, I do not want to see a ghost. You cannot scare me," she stated haughtily. She pursed her lips and drew her jaw tightly to stop herself from looking like a liar. She knew very well that he could scare her. Of course, she wasn't difficult to scare. Growing up in the city of lights left you afraid of the dark.
She really hoped that there wasn't some apparition in his home. Even now, she was paranoid, though it was still broad daylight outside. Lace had never really had a fear of ghosts, or never realized it, until now. Of course, maybe it was just because she was afraid more of what lengths Seth would go to to frighten her, now.
It was funny: he could believe in ghosts, but not fate? Fate did not have to necessarily have a hand in everything, but had Lace had a choice, she might have never talked to Seth at the beach. "I did come 'ere to give you your iPod," she began, pondering as she talked, "but it was fate that your father came 'ome when I was in your 'ouse, so that now we are stuck together."
Lace brought her hand out from under the covers to tap on her temple for a moment, thinking about something she wanted to ask Seth. She wasn't sure if she wanted to question him about it, as he might look strangely at her, but she figured that while they were on the topic of strange things...
"So, if you do not believe in fate or anything like that, do you believe in coup de foudre, love at first sight?" she inquired, a genuine question if she had ever asked one. A small smile appeared on her lips as she looked up at him. A smirk just large enough to see, but minute enough to be considered an afterthought.
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Post by seth keaton parker on Dec 2, 2011 3:00:27 GMT -5
let it all burnI WILL BURN FIRST. GOD, I'VE TRIED. AM I LOST IN YOUR EYES? The grin only widened when Lace answered him. She was only putting more confidence in him when she answered it that way! Had she shrugged it off and not given a single shit about it then he would have just done the same and moved right along. But, unfortunately for Lace, she had given him a signal and now he wanted nothing more than to continue on with the topic that seemed to put her a bit at unease. Ghost stories were always fun anyways, weren’t they? Who didn’t like sitting around in the dark while trying to scare the living shit out of one another with crazy tales of the paranormal? The best part was that Seth wouldn’t exactly be lying. The only thing he would be doing was stretching the story to a more… ridiculous length to add to some pizzazz to it. Surely Lace would appreciate something like that, wouldn’t she? A ghost story all about the house that she had thrown herself into sounded like a wonderful way to kick start her consequence.
Seth decided to try and add to the mood a little bit and play it like he really wasn’t joking around. The smile on his lips faded away and he gave a slow glance over toward the empty corner nearest the closet door. He then let his eyes slide back over to meet Lace’s without sharing any words with her right away. As his eyes moved away from her he used his hands to turn himself around on the bed and face her, his legs still crossed in front of him. When he finally looked back up at her he looked a bit more serious.
“So… you don’t want to know?” he asked her, speaking almost under his breath. His eyes showed true curiosity as he leaned forward, making it seem like he was worried someone may have been listening to them. “You’re the only one who’s like… said you even believed in them. I guess the only person who’s ended up in my house too,” he added on with a halfhearted shrug. It was mostly true, that part of it. Not too many people were invited in so the only people who were ever here consisted of him, his brother, his sister, and his dad. Oh, and he also didn’t know too many people who confessed to believe in ghosts. It was usually something sketchy like ‘maybe something is out there’ which did nothing to please Seth. “It’s not really scary.”
Seth couldn’t drop ghosts and Lace couldn’t seem to drop the topic of fate. Seth just gave her a half frown as she spoke, showing that he still had heavy doubts on anything like fate existing. He didn’t really believe in things like that… not that he believed in free will either since… well that was a whole other topic that he could probably try to dissect for hours and he somehow got the feeling that if he mentioned anything else like this he would find himself and Lace repeating this fate situation.
“Actually what brought my dad here was a phone call from the school,” Seth muttered, trying to push his point subtly. It was true, though, at least. It had nothing to do with fate; just choices.
Lace received another curious look when she asked her next question. It did not take Seth a really long time to conjure an answer for her though. He supposed he kind of already had answers to most of these things since he didn’t believe in a lot of things. He also had never believed in anything like love at first sight, just lust at first sight. But he tried not to shoot down her question with too much passion behind his choice. Seth simply shook his head slowly and rubbed the side of his face with his fingers, as if trying to pull some memory to help him come to a choice.
“No.”
Wait, he hadn’t really thought about it. No, he had thought about the answer just not the intent behind it. And now that he had thought of a possible motive he felt his face give Lace an even stranger look while his stomach made a small back flip. It was one of the moments like in kindergarten when you were told a girl liked you… you were flattered and grossed out all at once. Not that he knew that she liked him or anything; it was just sort of a weird question to ask someone. Or maybe it wasn’t and he’d just never been asked it before.
He shrugged it off; giving a curt sort of laugh as he quickly turned his eyes away from hers. “I don’t even know what love is supposed to feel like so how the hell would someone know they were in love without really knowing?” he asked. His eyes moved back up to hers again. “You can’t love someone you don’t know.”
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Post by lace lucetta marseilles on Dec 2, 2011 17:12:26 GMT -5
oh, oh, i confess to the rumors of us [/font][/color] Y O U ' L L D A N C E T O A N Y T H I N G[/font] ----------------------------------------------- fix me, or just conflict me[/font] -----------------------------------------------[/color][/center] Lace wanted nothing to do with Seth's little apparitions. It was very obvious that he just wanted to frighten her. The only ghost inhabiting his house was him, floating around like a miserable creature.
Okay, so maybe she was a little scared. But it was very clearly day outside, and the only way he would scare her was if it was dark. If she really did have to stay the night with him, though, she had a feeling it would be filled with much paranoia and restlessness. Not to mention, she would be just plain uncomfortable. Sleeping in someone's house that was a complete stranger to her? Not to mention, she wasn't even supposed to be there. There could be any minute where she would be forced under his bed again like an unwanted toy!
Lace only shook her head at him the whole time he spoke about ghosts. She wouldn't believe a word of what he told her. It was for the best that she drowned him out, really. If he didn't want her slapping him and telling him to shut up, then yeah, it was a good thing that she decided not to listen to his stories. She even hummed La Marseillaise to herself to keep him out of her head.
As Seth's lips stopped moving, Lace stopped humming, only to give him a sly smirk. He had wasted his breath on nothing! Except... Lace could make herself paranoid, without him telling any tales. And with just the subject of ghosts on her mind, it could very well feed on her fear and become a larger threat.
Lace was fairly sure that Seth didn't understand the concept of fate, but she decided not to pursue it further. Instead, she gave him a roll of her eyes along with a quiet laugh. He was so stupidly funny. Sort of like that movie Napoleon Dynamite.
She was very anxious to hear his take on "coup de foudre," as most people she talked to did not believe in it. Lace was pretty confident in it herself. The misfortune with love at first sight was that sometimes she thought it was, but it turned out that it was just simple attraction. It was difficult to decipher. Lace knew she had never actually experienced it before.
Though she practically knew his answer before he answered, Lace was a bit discouraged by his retort. There was love at first sight. And he was just wrong. You didn't necessarily have to know someone to love them. It was almost like looking at a homeless animal and knowing that they would be your best friend forever. Okay, maybe not so much... but Lace didn't know how to explain it.
She shrugged off his reply. "Uh, oui," Lace agreed hesitantly. "I do not believe in it either. I was just asking." She looked away from him then, staring at anything and everything that wasn't him. Her hand nervously entwined her hair around her fingers and twirled it mindlessly. She was a terrible liar. Just awful, really.
Lace decided that to cover up her lie, she would sort of shift the focus away from her reply. She sat up now, her eyes again on Seth. With her hands placed on the bed, she moved closer to him until she was sitting right beside of him. "So you are saying if you knew me, that you would love me?" she questioned, completely in jest. As she asked him the question, she leaned toward him a bit, just enough to get in his personal space. She was good at that... invading personal space and such. The French didn't know such a concept.
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Post by seth keaton parker on Dec 3, 2011 2:09:14 GMT -5
let it all burnI WILL BURN FIRST. GOD, I'VE TRIED. AM I LOST IN YOUR EYES? She was trying to ignore him. That was something that he was finding to be slightly annoying but Seth managed to play it cool by giving her a clearly unhappy smile. But it really was something that he would truly manage to get over. If she didn’t want to listen to his crap then he wasn’t going to repeat himself. He would just have find another way to give her a fright if he really still wanted to go through the trouble of doing so. Oh well, he’d just let the thought of an apparition being around his house go ahead and sink in. Maybe that would be just enough all by itself to keep her on her toes and keeping to herself. Hey, maybe he should have just told her that his house was haunted at the door?
Her topic of love was even weirder than her conviction that fate was actually something that was real. Love was not something that Seth ever really talked about since it was one of those things that was just… not talked about in his life. His parents had never been the doting, perfect parents. They had never constantly kissed his cheek of forehead and told him how much they loved him and neither of his siblings knew how to show compassion either because of the way they had been brought up. He wasn’t any better than any of them (even when he tried to convince himself otherwise) and even now he was only saying what he was saying because it was pure honesty. What the hell was love? He didn’t know or at least wasn’t sure. He knew love to an extent and that was mostly thanks to his sister. But that wasn’t really the love that Lace was talking about, he knew. The feelings he had for his sister were protective and he knew he’d feel completely torn apart if anything happened to her. But that wasn’t the love they showed in movies nor was it the love Lace wanted him to understand. He’d felt and dealt with lust, but not with love. He wasn’t even sure if he had ever been in love with Alyssa… considering how easily their trust had crumbled because of a miscommunication, he was pretty sure that it wasn’t what he thought it was. It hadn’t been love. Maybe that was why he was so lost now.
His thoughts had swept him away from the present completely. Seth had to blink a few times, looking slightly concerned and bewildered at his sudden withdrawal from reality. He turned his eyes away from her and then moved them back and forth as if he were trying to catch himself back up with what was happening. Finally, he looked back over at her still with some confusion in his face. He wanted to ask her what the fuck she was going on about but his mind got the better of him and reminded him that sometimes he needed to just bite his tongue.
“No,” he answered her again, deciding that he was pretty sure he knew what she had said. “I don’t know how you decide when you’re supposed love someone.” Even if she was only joking around, Seth honestly found himself puzzled over the thought. He had never thought of it before, after all. It was something that his brain sort of automatically turned off. Seth looked up toward her again, cocking his head and narrowing his eyes at her.
What exactly had he had with Alyssa then? All of that time what was it that he had felt for her? It was obviously something since even now he knew he’d do almost anything for her. But he didn’t know if that was what love was supposed to be. There were also a few other things he clearly recalled about their relationship but was not so willing to think of at the moment. But… it did make him think… and become curious.
While Seth kept his eyes on her he wrinkled his nose and shook his head. Then he leaned forward and placed his lips against hers. The action did little to him emotionally though and he took note of that. The only thing it managed to do was maybe rouse other curiosities. But they were hardly related to his emotions. Instead of going ahead and leaving it at that, Seth decided to keep his lips right where they were even if it really was nothing. He was about to change that as well, though. Seth moved his right hand up to cup the side of her face and used this opportunity to deepen his kiss as well as start to push her back down toward the mattress.
Once he had the French girl laying back down on his bed, Seth moved over her, holding himself up over her with just his left hand while the other continued to stay at the side of her face. He removed his lips from hers then and looked down at her for a moment, one of his brows arched up at her. But that moment was short lived as he pushed her brunette hair aside and kissed the exposed skin of her neck. He drug his lips all the way up to hear earlobe and then stopped.
“Is that love?”
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Post by lace lucetta marseilles on Dec 3, 2011 2:59:34 GMT -5
oh, oh, i confess to the rumors of us [/font][/color] Y O U ' L L D A N C E T O A N Y T H I N G[/font] ----------------------------------------------- fix me, or just conflict me[/font] -----------------------------------------------[/color][/center] This whole topic of love. It was clearly a matter of opinion. But, thinking of the subject at hand, had Lace really ever experienced it? She, of course, loved her parents and her other family members. That was an unconditional love, though. Loving someone in a novel idea of the word was something else entirely.
Lace had had many... gentlemanly callers in France, but no one she ever wanted to do anything with or even thought would be capable of loving. She was just thankful that she didn't live in one of those countries where parents chose their brides or grooms for them. She would definitely have run away or killed herself or her groom. There was no way in Hell that she would marry some stranger. What kind of life was that? France was the land of love, not the land of misery.
Love was the most misguided and naive aspect of life. Lace had thought many times before that she was possibly in love, only to have it turn out to be a huge disappointment. Usually, she could care less, but she seemed to hurt the boys than herself.
She had never had her heart broken. Not beyond repair. Boys were mostly playthings to her. Rarely did she meet someone that she actually wanted to kiss or have any sort of relationship with. Seth seemed to be one of those exceptions. The strangest thing was that she hadn't even known him long at all. Which was why love at first sight had come to her mind. As picky as Lace was, she had pursued him almost instantly.
Lace had been in a playful mood, not too extremely serious about the topic of love. Girls like her really had no time or use for it. She had thought sternly about it for a few moments. But she had also shrugged it off. It was disappointing to hear the he didn't believe in love at first sight like she did, but it was no big deal. It was just... a kiss. A kiss?
Lace was a bit taken aback as Seth's lips pressed against hers. She almost pulled away from him in surprise, but caught herself just in time for him to become more passionate. She didn't resist at all. As he pushed her back onto the bed, she allowed herself to be laid down. When he kissed her neck, Lace felt a large range of sensation rush over her entire body. Just the slightest touch from Seth was enough to make her flinch. It was an instinctual sort of sensation. But it felt so good to Lace.
She set her jaw, trying to remain composed under such pressure. She didn't know how he could do this without any sort of hesitation. It drove her absolutely insane.
His touch still lingered on her skin, even when he stopped to ask her a question. Lace had to stop fantasizing a moment to register what he had just asked her. Love? Was he being serious? She would have loved for him to do that again, but it wasn't love. Not the real kind. Of course, they were both pretty clueless about it.
Lace took a deep breath to find her voice. It was amazing how quickly she could shut up when Seth was on top of her. "N-No, that is not love," she said shakily.
It was apparent that Seth did not feel the same way for her that she did for him. He had had absolutely no emotion as he kissed her, while Lace was fawning over him. It certainly did not make her feel very good about herself. She was wearing her heart on her sleeve again. She needed to stop doing that.
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Post by seth keaton parker on Dec 3, 2011 3:39:00 GMT -5
let it all burnI WILL BURN FIRST. GOD, I'VE TRIED. AM I LOST IN YOUR EYES? The answer that Lace gave him was less than satisfactory but at the same time very expected. Seth knew that it had been a stupid question, if not a shallow one since it seemed to imply that something like this could equal something like the love Hallmark cards talked about. But it still bothered him that something like this wasn’t really the trick to the mysterious of non-family or friendly love. It seemed like it would honestly be the only key element missing from passionate love. This was the one obvious thing you did not do when you loved someone like family but instead as a lover. What was it missing? What was he missing? It wasn’t that he was trying to make Lace spontaneously love him either. He was just wondering if there was anything more behind it that he could understand right now. And, though he wouldn’t fully admit it, he was sort of wondering how she would react to him actually kissing her without insulting her in the end. Her questions had stirred suspicions in him.
This was really stupid. He wasn’t sure what the point of it was anymore. Seth wasn’t usually ever driven by his emotions; it was more like his brain that always guided him blind to emotion. Even now he mostly was, as he was quite capable of sort of making himself a specter rather than the person having the experience. He wasn’t sure when or exactly how his brain had done it… he supposed it was some mechanism to keep him from suffering horrible traumas or something of that nature. Like right now. If he put emotion into any of this his brain knew he’d get hurt in the end. And his brain was still telling him that this was really stupid regardless of how much of his emotions could stay out of this. It was still stupid but other human instincts were sort of punching his brain out and rooting him on right now.
Seth hardly took note of the tremor in her voice; his mind was not really on that wavelength at the moment. There would be absolutely no point in commenting on her nerves anyways.
“Pure, stupid lust then, huh?” he murmured, rolling his eyes to himself, still keeping himself in the same position. “Oh well. Lust is probably way more fun than love anyways.” At least the ‘love’ he had seen seemed way less fun than this could turn out to be. But Seth obviously didn’t know too much about love so he really shouldn’t have had any right to judge. He’d get what he could take.
Seth decided then to once again tease her senses. It was pretty amazing what a kiss could do to a person when you knew the right places to do it. Hell, even one on the hand could make some girls melt. He knew from his own experiences that someone’s mouth on your neck or beside your ear could be quite exhilarating. There were also numerous other places one could get some exciting reactions but Seth was comfortable with the level he was at now.
The teenager moved his hands away from her face, balancing on his knees so that he could place his hands lower onto her hips. He started to kiss along her neck again all the while his hands taking a firm grip on her sides. He let his right hand slide upward, over her ribs and beneath the short sleeved, thick sweater that she still wore. The other hand went ahead and started pushing the slender buttons out of place so that he could eventually push the sweater off of her completely (why the hell would she want it on in here anyways?). That brought him to realize that he still had his own sweater on, actually. Seth pushed himself up to his knees and pulled his blue hoodie from his body to let it then fall behind him onto the end of the bed.
For a moment he stayed where he was and simply stared down at her. After a moment he raised both of his eyebrows up at her and then smirked. “How good of an idea is this?” he asked her.
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Post by lace lucetta marseilles on Dec 3, 2011 20:08:04 GMT -5
oh, oh, i confess to the rumors of us [/font][/color] Y O U ' L L D A N C E T O A N Y T H I N G[/font] ----------------------------------------------- fix me, or just conflict me[/font] -----------------------------------------------[/color][/center] For being such a jerk, he really knew how to get a rise out of Lace. And not a bad one this time. He seemed to know exactly where to kiss her or touch her that just drove her crazy. She knew better than to trust him, but this once, she thought she could let her morals slide just a bit. After all, this was what she had been she had been hinting at since she met him.
Lace found no relief when he sat up and began to speak again. In fact, she found it a little hard to understand what he was even saying. And not because English was a second language. The gears and whatnot that usually functioned in her brain were currently running on the energy of a hamster in a wheel. It wasn't efficient, and it was tiring. But she managed to find some words that explained her opinion. "Love can be fun, too," she told him, though she was enjoying lust all the same.
Lace was no hopeless romantic. Sure, love was great. She really hoped to win someone's affections one day (though the greater feat was earning hers). Had lust come from anyone else, she wouldn't have cared at all. But she wanted to get her point across to Seth that love was a positive thing. After all, he didn't seem to have much love in his life. Whereas, she had been raised with all the amenities one could ask for.
But she wasn't really up to convincing him about love right now. Especially when his hand began to slide up her side. She was forced to bite the inside of her lip to keep her emotions from getting out of hand. It was a very strong sensation that swept over her as he touched her and began to unbutton her sweater. Though, it was a sensation that was short-lived. He had sat up on his knees again, and for a few moments, she was unsure of what he was doing. However, a mischievous little smirk spread across her features as he took off his hoodie.
Lace was again unsure of what he was saying for a few seconds. He liked to talk, didn't he? She rubbed her temple in an attempt to revive her brain. "I think it is a very good idea," she responded. As she replied, her other hand had grabbed one of his front belt loops and tugged playfully at it. At the same time, Lace looked up at Seth with puppy-dog eyes, almost begging him.
Lace wasn't normally one to get this intimate with someone, nor did she really want it as much as she did right now. She felt like most of the guys she met didn't deserve her. For some reason, the only thing she wanted Seth to do was touch her. As long as he sat perched on top of her, Lace was going to require some intimacy. She wasn't going to let someone sit on her like they owned her unless it was strictly for what was going on now. Though, secretly, Lace did want someone that would be dominant. Someone that would get a little rough when they didn't get their way. Was that too much to ask for? Perhaps that was why she liked Seth so much. He wasn't afraid to hurt her feelings and then be so bold as to kiss her. Lace was really just a glutton for punishment. It was a thrill to her. It was a thrill having Seth on her, even though his father was on the first floor. It was that kind of rush that Lace had been looking for. She was sort of a messed up person, but everyone needed a change in routine.
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Post by seth keaton parker on Dec 4, 2011 3:51:26 GMT -5
let it all burnI WILL BURN FIRST. GOD, I'VE TRIED. AM I LOST IN YOUR EYES? There was no reason for him to ask her that. The pair should have already known the answer to that before anything had even started. He often questioned Lace’s lack of managing to think ahead but he doubted that she was dense enough to completely disregard the risks of this kind of situation. However, those risks seemed very mild when your head was being taken over by all of those natural feel good chemicals. It was like getting a dessert that you really enjoyed. Even if you really knew that you shouldn’t have any more of it, you still would go ahead and stuff your face. Especially if you weren’t entirely sure of when you’d get the opportunity to have it again.
Lace obviously wanted his attention. She had suggested continuing, answering him back with positive feed. The tug on his belt loop and the face she was currently making was nothing more than encouragement for him to continue. When someone looked at you like that, how could you just say no? Someone actually wanted him, maybe even needed him even if it was just for a few minutes of mindlessness. Besides, from this view, she didn’t actually look half bad. He seemed to forget about her annoying accent and stupid outbursts. Just for the time being… forgetting about that wasn’t a problem.
Seth didn’t question her answer as he had already decided that saying anything to her at all was stupid. He could disagree with her but there was no point seeing as his actions would only then be contradicting his words. No matter how bad that this probably was and how many future awkward moments it could bring up, Seth stilled showed very little anxiety in eventually pulling his shirt off over his head and then dropping back down closer to her body. His hands moved their way back down to her hips and then pressed down so that his fingers could find entrance beneath her shirt. They did not wander far though and only stayed around her hips and abdomen where his fingertips and nails pressed lightly against her skin. Seth’s lips had managed to once again find themselves pressed up against Lace’s skin though this time he had taken a fancy to her collar bone. It was sort of little work to reach and managed to still give him the same kind of high kissing the side of her neck did, so it wasn’t a big deal for him. However, he did eventually find himself kissing her on the lips again.
It was funny how one moment they had been completely bitter toward one another and the next they were here. Had his suddenly interested hormones not taken over then Seth surely would have made this into some kind of game designed for nothing more than to tease her and end up disappointing her. But his head was too cloudy to even have a second thought of making this into anything manipulative. Right now, he couldn’t think straight though it was almost certain that he was not the only one. The beating of his heart was starting to accelerate and he had to stop a minute and squeeze his eyes shut to try and force himself to speak up again rather than just do whatever he pleased. He was still aware that she was a human being, after all.
“Did you… did you want to keep going?” he muttered. It was obviously something he didn’t really want to ask but felt it was the right thing to do. He couldn’t just go all out without any consent (despite the words she had said to him only moments earlier).
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Post by lace lucetta marseilles on Dec 4, 2011 21:39:25 GMT -5
oh, oh, i confess to the rumors of us [/font][/color] Y O U ' L L D A N C E T O A N Y T H I N G[/font] ----------------------------------------------- fix me, or just conflict me[/font] -----------------------------------------------[/color][/center] It was true. Money didn't buy happiness. Intimacy definitely meant happiness. Lace hadn't felt so exuberant since she had come to America. And, strangely enough, it was with the one person that couldn't hate her more. Of course, emotions hardly meant anything when hormones were flared. Lace could certainly say the same for herself.
There was no doubt in her mind about doing what they planned on doing. Well, it wasn't exactly planned. More of a spur-of-the-moment sort of idea. But there had at least been some confirmation in doing it (from Seth's side, anyways, as Lace had absolutely no problems with it). She would have let him do anything, pretty much.
A smug kind of grin spread across her lips as he took off of his shirt. Her eyes followed his every movement as he shed more clothing. She was reassured of her lust as she watched him move on her again. And that lust was only exacerbated as he kissed her collar bone. Lace bit down on her lip as he continued to kiss her, only relenting when he stopped to lock lips with her. With his hands pressed against her skin now, it took quite a bit of will from Lace to keep herself from getting a bit possessive with Seth. She tried not to act too dominant when it came to things like this.
As much as Lace loved the attention and the sensations Seth was bringing her, something felt just... wrong. And not in the good way, like having his dad walk in or some crazy stunt like that. No, there was a tiny voice calling out to her in her mind, trying to appeal to some reason. If there was any left. This voice told her that Seth would not like her any better for doing this. Even if she did enjoy it just this once, what she really wanted was to have Seth like her. Like sincerely, genuinely accept her. Lust wasn't a permanent way to appease the Seth that wasn't drugged up on hormones.
Lace speculated the amount of willpower it took Seth to stop ask her that question. It sort of pained her to want to say no to him, as he seemed pretty bent on doing this. She was really torn. She didn't want him to think that she had went along with it to get him riled up for nothing. But at the same time, that voice was pounding against her ear drums. She didn't want Seth to look at her like some sort of easy, loose brat.
She swallowed the heart in her throat in a desperate attempt to speak to him. Her mouth and tongue were dry, as if she had just returned from smoking twenty packs of cigarettes. It was difficult, but her conscience told her that it would turn out fine in the long run, and that when the next opportunity for this arose, she could do whatever the Hell she wanted. Lace looked up at Seth, her brows furrowing in denial. "I... I want to, but I do not think that we should," she explained hesitantly. She gave a reluctant sort of sigh as she glanced away from him. It seemed like her body and her mind were at war now. There was just no pleasing both. Because unless Seth gave her math problems to do to stimulate her brain while stimulating her body, well... her brain was definitely going to interject somehow.
"As much as I really want to, I do not want you to only like me because I 'ad sex with you..."
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Post by seth keaton parker on Dec 5, 2011 2:41:31 GMT -5
let it all burnI WILL BURN FIRST. GOD, I'VE TRIED. AM I LOST IN YOUR EYES? Right now would have been a fantastic time for her brain to work as fast as it did when she was being catty. It took a good amount of effort to simply hover over her so closely without continuing on with what they had been doing. Seth waited though, merely keeping his eyes downcast and looking at the skin of her neck. His breathing was still heavier than normal and he tried to distract himself by watch random strands of her brunette hair get lightly tossed around because of his breath. His body was still warm with the excitement of doing such things and he knew it wouldn’t be fast too cool down now that she had let him go as far as he did. When he thought about it, it had mostly been his efforts that had gotten them here. She had passively let him continue on, motioning only once that she wanted him to continue.
It seemed that her conscience was finally managing to catch up to her. It was now of all times that she was weighing out the good and bad? It was, without a doubt, a major disappointment but only because of the level or arousal he had managed to get at. He was actually quite surprised (but mostly annoyed) at how frustrated he was by this and how little his concerns were now that he was practically laying on top of her. It could have been a moment to take opportunity as he was sure he would have no problems overpowering her or convincing her to keep going. All he had to do was lie and lie some more to get what he wanted.
Seth couldn’t do it.
Now that his advances had been rejected, Seth shut his mouth and slowed his breathing quietly. His hands pulled away from her and pushed against the mattress so that he could sit back up. Once up he pulled away completely to sit back on the opposite side of the bed and set his feet on the floor. Seth hastily busied himself with brushing his hair away from his eyes. Then he dropped his hands to his knees and became still while staring over toward the wall.
He pondered about her reason for stopping him. It may have been mean but at the moment he really doubted if having sex with Lace would have made him like her anymore or not. It was just sort of something to do since they were stuck up here and it had actually shut her up. Usually when Seth found himself stuck with Lace it was a constant battle with words or in her case fists or whatever else was available at the time. She had actually encouraged him this time. She usually seemed to want to stick around him though. Seth honestly wasn’t sure why though today had hinted at some clues. Just like now she had said she didn’t want him to only like her because of this which led him to assume that she wanted him to actually just plain like her. She had no idea how difficult that was to do.
Seth kept his mouth shut for the moment and even brought his hands up so that he could place his chin in his hands and cover up his mouth. The brooding grey eyes finally looked back around his shoulder at her, for the moment completely at a loss with what to do with her. All he knew was that he wanted to sit and try to get his mind off of doing what he had been doing just a few minutes ago.
“Probably should have just let me show you the ghost,” he finally muttered from behind his hands. Speaking of ghosts, he was now realizing that he probably looked like one. Seth didn’t exactly sport a tough beach tan (or the ideal beach body). He was pretty pale, pretty average, and had his fair share of marks left behind from… well, life. Lace’s skin did not seem to be nearly as lightly colored as his own and he had never really taken notice of it until now since he could see the paleness of his arm contrasted with the visible skin around her neck. And, actually, now that he was looking around her neck area, he noticed something very peculiar about it which caused him to suck in his bottom lip. It tasted familiarly metallic.
Seth rolled his eyes, feeling slightly embarrassed now as he turned to face away from her again. After composing himself he turned back toward her and scooted back onto the bed to reach out and rub the red mark from where he had been kissing her collarbone earlier. It wasn’t difficult to do, the blood was so slight that it was practically dried. He moved his hand back to his lap then and shrugged, playing it off like it was no big deal despite his feelings about it. It wasn’t really all that sexy to leave something like that on someone. He wasn’t even sure if he had anything to say about it since he really didn’t want to mention it any further. But he went ahead and forced out rather weakly (against his will almost). “Sorry.”
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Post by lace lucetta marseilles on Dec 5, 2011 23:24:58 GMT -5
oh, oh, i confess to the rumors of us [/font][/color] Y O U ' L L D A N C E T O A N Y T H I N G[/font] ----------------------------------------------- fix me, or just conflict me[/font] -----------------------------------------------[/color][/center] Lace felt just awful. How could letting someone down now be better later? For once, maybe her conscience was wrong. She should have kept going with Seth. Now she knew why she never trusted her head with problems. It didn't know how to handle high-pressure situations. It was best for her to just go with the flow, instead of resisting like she had just done. Every fiber of her being wanted to go back in time and stop herself from saying no, but there was no possible way to change it now.
As Lace watched Seth remove himself from her, her stomach twisted into a knot. A knot of guilt. She felt like she had the intentions of leading him on, though she didn't. It was terrible, considering how downtrodden he looked and how nice he had tried to be while she was here. And she could definitely tell it took a tremendous amount of effort for him. For her, too, but her hospitality didn't matter nearly as much to him as his did to her.
Lace took the few moments that Seth was faced away from to her compose herself. She combed her fingers through her hair a bit, and also placing strands back where they needed to be. She began to straighten out her shirt until Seth turned around to look at her. Her eyes met his almost instantly. A meek smile managed to push its way onto her lips, though it was hardly noticeable. It was there, though, just obviously not as apparent as she felt like it was.
Her ears managed to catch what he was saying. He was speaking rather lowly and quietly. What he said only made her stomach do a flip. They could have very well talked about ghosts and avoided all of this, but they didn't. And as much as Lace regretted not going through with it, she figured that there was really nothing she could do about it. Moping about it wasn't going to get them over it any quicker either.
She didn't really want to move. Or think. Or breathe. Lace wanted to curl up in his bed and go to sleep for maybe a million years. But human beings weren't meant to endure a million years. So she was forced to stay where she was and be touched again by Seth. Though, this time, it wasn't so intimate. No, in fact, it was to wipe away some blood that he had left on her collarbone from his lip. She didn't think much of it. As long as he hadn't bled profusely on her, it wasn't a problem. He seemed rather chagrined, but Lace would have just washed it off without a second thought.
The French girl eyed Seth for a moment before finally pushing herself up against the headboard of his bed. She sat, staring over at him for a good, long while (or so it felt). Lace forced a simple smile on her face, not one that really meant anything but to make her seem somewhat friendlier.
She placed her hands on the mattress to prop herself forward toward Seth. She used her position to move closer to him, and when she was right beside of him, she leaned over and playfully rubbed the tip of her nose against his own. For a moment afterward, Lace stared straight into his eyes, with a genuine sort of grin now. Then she gave him some space, and simply continued to look at him. She gently cleared her throat, as if to speak, but only opened her mouth to close it again. For once, she didn't know what to say to Seth. Should she apologize? Should she clear the air (or try to)? Perhaps now just wasn't a time for words.
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Post by seth keaton parker on Dec 10, 2011 1:59:33 GMT -5
let it all burnI WILL BURN FIRST. GOD, I'VE TRIED. AM I LOST IN YOUR EYES? It wasn’t honestly all that bad to be rejected for something like this. At least, it shouldn’t have been for Seth. For starters, he had not been all that interested in doing anything at all with Lace and usually preferred her to keep her physical contact to a minimum with him. It would be all too easy for him to shake off the feelings of rejection. The only thing that could have concerned him at this point was just the physical arousal. But, hey, even that was fast fading with his horribly unromantic luck. You know, because having your lip split open while trying to get into a girl’s pants was really the way to get them. They loved all that Edward Cullen shit, didn’t they? God- sometimes he was completely positive that this “fate” really had it out for him.
Seth brought his hand away and again ran his fingers through his hair. He pushed it up away from his eyebrows only to have it want to fall back in place. Not a problem, it was an excellent way to keep his attention elsewhere. He could only do so much with his hair though and soon gave it a rest and placed his hands in his lap, poking his slender fingers at his own palms. His attention was finally brought up when he heard his guest shuffling around on the mattress. Grey eyes glanced up at her only to find that she was staring at him, unwavering. It actually made him feel a little uncomfortable and reminded him that he hardly knew her. So he looked back down at his palms. They were, at least, something that was familiar and constant. The knowledge of Lace staring him down was still a bit… awful. It also made him even more uncomfortable to be sitting there with no shirt on and more than likely looking frustrated with himself.
The feel of the mattress sinking was easy to catch and he should see from his peripheral vision that she was coming over in his direction. As she placed herself near his side, Seth finally brought his eyes back up toward her. This time he didn’t bother with the blank stares and instead pushed some confused emotion into his face, even threatening annoyance if she dared to do anything stupid.
It was a new feeling to have someone’s nose touching his and Seth quickly moved his face back and away from hers very soon after the contact was made. He only raised a cautious brow at her then and curled his lip to wait for some kind of explanation. She even looked like she may be so kind to give him one, but didn’t. So he was left to ponder the experience in his silence, then? Seth didn’t think so. He had enough of all of this weird silence and scrunched his nose up as if he’d just seen something extremely odd.
Seth was about to make a comment on her weird action but decided that he didn’t really feel like being a complete asshole to her. It wasn’t like she was being a complete asshole to him… He was pretty sure that she was still trying to be nice to him. That, itself, was pretty freaking weird.
The teenager reached passed her, feeling around the bed for his tee-shirt which he soon managed to get a hold on. No, that was actually his blue hoodie… he went ahead and put it on his lap for safe keeping though. His shirt came soon after and he sat himself straight up then as he pulled it back right side out. “So no dead animals lately,” he murmured, trying hard to find conversation so he wouldn’t be stuck with the lingering thoughts of previous actions.
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