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come away little lamb || MIKAEL Sept 17, 2014 12:37:29 GMT -8

Post by ATLANTA TWAINE VAISEY on Sept 17, 2014 12:37:29 GMT -8

“Get some sleep, little sister, you’re going to need it.” Desdemona stood in the doorway of the guest bedroom, staring at Atlanta. Her dark eyes were like those of a hawk - always watching her every move. She had taken leave from Hogwarts for the past week and a half, blaming it on a mild case of dragon pox, when in all actuality, she had been with her sister in River Piddle, staying in her tiny house, “Can’t wait to see the pretty smiles wiped off of their faces tomorrow when it all happens.” Des brushed her fingertips against the edge of the door, “Killing them will be such sweet pleasure. Such-“

“Goodnight, Desdemona.” There was a certain finality about it. A certain ‘get out of the room now before something awful happens to you’ way that she spoke that caused Des to raise her eyebrows. Normally she would have challenged her little brat of a sister, but it was late and she had other matters to attend to, especially since the wedding was tomorrow.

With a shrug, her older sister pulled the door shut, leaving Atlanta alone in the dark. Alone with her thoughts swirling around in her head.

Tomorrow she was set to prove that she was worthy of receiving her mark. But was she? For the past month, she had been doing everything in her power to keep herself on track, but something always drew her away. She didn’t commit fully to anything that they asked her - she played along the outskirts of the rest of their little games…and she certainly wasn’t showing any improvements in her Dark Arts. In fact, she was just as mediocre as could be. And yet - they were still pushing for her to join the ranks. Apparently her blood status outweighed any status that she had as a dueler.

Turning over, she brought her fingertips to her mouth, almost as if she was trying to force a yawn. Something that would render her more tired than she was. She couldn’t just stay up all night thinking! Lanta would drive herself nearly mad. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to force sleep. Mikael. Her thoughts were constantly on him - wondering what he was doing, what he was dreaming about, if he was lying awake in the castle tonight, thinking about her the way that she was thinking about him. Hopefully he wouldn’t be at the wedding tomorrow - she couldn’t stand the thought of being forced to do something horrible with him watching. Idly, her fingertips found the charm bracelet that was around her wrist. It was a familiar weight, one that she never took of. Silly charms of the empire state building, the statue of liberty, an american flag…all those things that she swore she would never wear for fear of being tacky and yet - they all meant so much to her.

Sometimes she had to remind herself that she did this all for him - that he wouldn’t have a chance at a life unless she joined rank and broke his heart. But it was so damn hard. Grabbing one of the spare pillows next to her, she threw it over her face. ‘Stop thinking and go to sleep, Lanta,’ She commanded. It grew too hot under the confines of the pillow and she threw it to the ground beside her, only to put her hand over her eyes to block some of the starlight that trickled in through the windows.

It took about an hour before her eyes finally relaxed, her hand dropped, and her breathing slowed. Sleep blanked out her thoughts into darkness and left her more relaxed then she had been in months. At least, until she felt someone’s hand around her wrist, “Des, I thought I told you to leave me alone, I don’t want to talk about it any more-“ As she opened her groggy eyes, she found that it wasn’t Desdemona waking her up. It wasn’t anyone that she would have expected.

“Mikael.”
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come away little lamb || MIKAEL Sept 21, 2014 2:11:03 GMT -8

Post by MIKAEL ERIXON on Sept 21, 2014 2:11:03 GMT -8

Within a second his hand was over her mouth, he realized with the look on his face and all that had happened it might seem like he was trying to kill her. He softened his expression and playfully put a finger to his mouth. He was happy to see her, to touch her and it made everything fall away. If only for a moment. All the pain and suffering, he wanted her still. When it seemed safe he pulled his hand back, shoving them into his jean pockets. He tilted his head to look at her, her hair still short but she had since figured out how to style it. It was still very different, but she looked beautiful. Of course he couldn’t tell her that, hell he wasn’t sure what was going to happen if he was wrong. When she had broken it off, it had killed him but since then he had spent nights upon nights dreaming that there was something more to it, that she was doing it for his own good. But he couldn’t understand how or why. None of it made sense, it was so sudden and damning.

He stood silent for awhile, trying to decide what to say or do or anything at all. He smirked softly before speaking ever so quietly, “Your hair…it looks nice.” Nice? Damn Erixon you are one some son of a bitch, haven’t seen the girl you love in months but lets break into her room, scare her half to death and start with her hair looks nice. Bravo. Running his hand through his own hair, he could swear he heard stirring in the room over. He looked back to the window he had come through, his broom lying idly on the roof.

He moved slowly to the window, stepping quietly onto the ledge. He reached up and grabbed for his broom, he pulled it down. With his right hand he gripped the broom, with his left hand he turned and held it out for Atlanta. He waited for what seemed like forever, raising his eyebrows to get the hint across to her. His smile faded as she remained unmoved. “Please?” He tried to smile, but knowing that she could just as easily hex him then to grab his hand left him uneasy. God he was hoping he was right.

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come away little lamb || MIKAEL Sept 21, 2014 12:53:19 GMT -8

Post by ATLANTA TWAINE VAISEY on Sept 21, 2014 12:53:19 GMT -8

His hand was over her mouth, covering any audible scream that she could have made - but her thoughts were far from screaming. Her insides were writhing with a familiarity that she couldn’t shake; her entire body was reacting to Mikael Erixon’s presence in her bedroom. What was he doing here? Why was he here? She had been about to say something else when he managed to place a single finger in front of her lips, where he silenced her. Strangely enough, she felt her own lips curve into a smile at the gesture. He was keeping her quiet - at least for now. Even the pressure of his finger against her mouth was enough to keep her satisfied, at least until he pulled away and shoved his hand back into his pocket.

“My hair?” Atlanta felt her fingertips reach up and knot themselves in the short mess of hair that was on her head. Sometimes she had forgotten that she had chopped it all off. Her eyes caught his and she noticed the slightest bit of a smirk on his lips. The pit of her stomach dropped, “Yours…yours does too.” Really, Atlanta? She thought to herself as she mentally slapped herself. She hadn’t said a word to him in months and that was what she came up with? What kind of guy wanted to be complimented on his hair?

His eyes were fleeting, constantly looking at the window as if he was just going to jump out and disappear again. Lanta reached out for his hand, but he was already moving toward the window and out of her reach, “Where-“ She didn’t have a chance to speak, because her words were caught. He was holding out his hand for her - like a shining beacon of hope waiting for her.

’Please?’

Slowly, Atlanta slipped from her bed, her feet meeting the pair of slippers that was on her floor as she pulled her t-shirt around herself. She wanted to grab his hand - so easily she could. Just fly away with him wherever he wanted to take her. She hesitated; pulling the hem of her t-shirt a little lower before she walked away from Mikael and toward the closet. Carefully, she opened the closet door and - trying her hardest not to make a lot of noise so she wouldn’t wake up Des - she grabbed a floral robe that her sister had loaned her.

Hesitation hit her again as she watched him from her side of the room. Perfectly chiseled features, a look on his face that she couldn’t quite distinguish, his eyes alight with that familiar feeling. She was in love with him - she always had been and hadn’t stopped for a moment despite the fact that they weren’t together. Her heart thrummed in her chest - pulse consistently quicker than normal. Finally, she came back to the window and slid her hand into his. The reassurance that spread from his fingertips was nearly electric, sending shocks through her fingers. Instinct took over as she hitched her leg over the broom and wrapped her arms around his frame, “What are you doing here?”

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come away little lamb || MIKAEL Sept 26, 2014 17:16:39 GMT -8

Post by MIKAEL ERIXON on Sept 26, 2014 17:16:39 GMT -8

Mikael did all he could as to not laugh when she complimented his hair, it was clear she was just as jumbled as he was. Which was good, at least he thought it was, the hatred in her eyes and voice during their last encounter had been horrifying but this seemed more like the girl he loved, like his Atlanta. For months he had imagined being alone with her in her room, and now here he was and he couldn’t get out of there fast enough. He knew the rest of the family would be home and the last thing he needed was to meet the rest of the Vaiseys. The family that had tricked Atlanta into breaking it off with him last winter and clearly hated him. Yeah he would pass on that, besides his current theory was that they were holding something against her to keep them apart and Mikael needed to know for sure.

He stood easily on the ledge, feeling the weight of his broom in his hand. He was using it against itself to balance him out, keep him from falling out the window, which would be quite an awkward situation…with all things considered. When he spoke she finally moved, but not towards him. She went to her closet, wrapping a robe around herself and sliding into some slippers before heading towards him. He was in control of his breathing, for now. Keeping the pace steady, he couldn’t let any nerves or worry show through. He stared at her, no smile to be detected, he was holding to his theory; her parents were making her do this. But god damn it still hurt.

When he felt her hand in his, he felt the air rush out of his lungs. Her touch was still like a strike to his heart. The beating in his chest was increasing at an inhuman level. He pulled her onto the ledge before mount his broom and giving her room to get on. Before he kicked off, he felt her arms wrap around him. He closed his eyes momentarily to regain his self control. Breathing normal. Heartbeat slightly elevated. Libido. Quiet. As he pushed the broom away from the house, she took no time in asking her first of what he assumed to be many questions. “Honestly I don’t know.” He was sincere, he wasn’t actually sure why he had come here or even more so what he was going to do now. He flew to a small park he had seen on his way in, he landed softly on the balls of his feet. He quickly dismounted the broom and turned to face her. “Why come with me? For someone so disgusted to be seen with me, you were pretty quick to go. What the hell is going on with you Atlanta?” He didn’t intend to be mean but he was pissed, and he had every right to be. He wanted answers, because he wanted her.

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come away little lamb || MIKAEL Sept 26, 2014 18:53:12 GMT -8

Post by ATLANTA TWAINE VAISEY on Sept 26, 2014 18:53:12 GMT -8

come away

to the ones that are waiting only for you.

It took him a moment, and Lanta wondered if she had made a mistake. Hadn’t he been offering to take her with him? Take her away from everything else? And yet, she could feel the hesitation in his body. Instinctually, she relaxed her grip around his torso, but as soon as they lifted off into the air, Atlanta buried her face into the back of his jacket, breathing in his scent. Mikael was always so strong - the way that he held carriage on the broom; it was no surprise that he was one of the best Quidditch players that she had ever seen.

When he spoke, she was slightly surprised - here she had been thinking of some very dramatic and cliche movie scenario where the hero swooped in to save the damsel in distress from her god-awful family. But it wasn’t like that; it was a randomization that happened because of unknown reason. His next words hit her like a ton of bricks. It stung, like she knew it would. How could something so near and dear to her heart not feel like a slap in the face every time that it was brought up. But hearing it from Mikael’s lips, from the mouth of the very man that she had nearly destroyed…it was that much more potent.

“A lot.” She muttered into his back. But she knew that it wasn’t enough, he needed some sort of explaination. And here they were, in the middle of the sky where no one could hear them save for the birds in the sky. It was now or never, she owed him something.

“If someone told you that I was going to be killed if we stayed together, would you have done it? Would you have, for even one second, considered risking my life for…your own happiness?” Her chest felt tight, but she knew that she owed him more. After weeks of ignoring him, she owned it to him to tell him what was going on, “They told me they would kill me if I didn't-“ Her forearm stung for a moment and in a panic, she let go of Mikael, precariously balancing herself as she rolled up the sleeve of her robe.

There was nothing there - a blank canvas. She hadn’t been marked yet - but she was in the running to receive her mark after everything that was set to happen over the next few days. Merlin, her eyes stung. Atlanta tried to convince herself that it was just the sting of the cold air this high up. She wasn’t going to cry. She couldn’t cry. Her balance shifted ever so slightly and she immediately grabbed at Mikael, pulling her arms tightly around him, “I didn’t want to see you…on my account… I couldn't live knowing...” She managed.

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come away little lamb || MIKAEL Nov 10, 2014 20:20:16 GMT -8

Post by MIKAEL ERIXON on Nov 10, 2014 20:20:16 GMT -8

Mikael wasn’t sure what he had expected. But nothing could prepare him for that question. He had hoped that something was going on, that her outburst had been contrived from a threat from her family. But murder. Someone was threatening to kill her over him, what made him so special. Of course he knew that it wasn’t that, it was his blood. He wasn’t special, he was a disgrace to her and her family. At least in the eyes of those around them. Though Atlanta had more than filled him in on her sadistic siblings and self-righteous parents. He loved this girl and to hear the pain in her voice was horrible. He wanted to comfort her but he couldn’t, he needed to know what was going on. “I don’t know Atlanta. I know that so much of my happiness comes from you. I cant imagine separating you from that ideal.” He meant every word of it, when he really thought about happiness. The true definition and what in his life was causing it. Atlanta was far and away the top choice, or at least she had been minus the last few weeks.

She stopped the hypotheticals and tried to explain. They were going to kill her if she didn’t break it off with him. He couldn’t imagine being faced with that, dealing with that alone. But why not talk to him? He would have run away with her or stood tall fighting. Because she was worth fighting for, they were worth fighting for. He had spent the last few weeks without her and he had no intentions of finding out what the rest of his life without her would be like. That’s why he was here tonight, when push came to shove he believed they belonged together. He wanted her, just as much as he did that day by the lake. As he did in the potions closet all those months ago. Nothing had changed, their timing sucked and people wanted them apart. What they had always held in common was that they wanted to be together, in spite of everything else. A part of him was still hoping she felt that same way.

He felt her arms wrap tightly around his torso. She had been worried about him dying. She did what she did to save him. He hated that idea but he understood it, he would do it for her and he knew that. They both had the ability to snap if they wanted, he was sure he could have drawn on those feelings to fake her out. Make his story believable. Just as she had. The idea struck home with him, just imagining doing it to her, seeing her cry and react as he did, drove a stake into his stomach. He couldn’t imagine what it had been like for her. She stuck to her guns though, she had gone through with it as he fell apart in front of her. That must have been torture.

He couldn’t keep having a conversation like this, he needed to be able to look at her. To really see her, not just take clues of her tone and inflection. He sped towards the nearby park and landed softly. Unhooking her arms from him, he lay the broom down and walked away from her. Just a few feet, just enough to keep her at bay from him. He wanted to understand. He wasn’t angry now, he was calm. He needed to understand. “Why didn’t you tell me?" He pushed his hand through his hair and sighed. "who are they?”

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come away little lamb || MIKAEL Dec 3, 2014 21:30:58 GMT -8

Post by ATLANTA TWAINE VAISEY on Dec 3, 2014 21:30:58 GMT -8

Mikael pulled them quickly to a screeching stop at a park that was nearby. Atlanta felt her feet brush the dewed grass of the ground as they landed. Her heart was in her throat - she could feel it withe every thump that it gave, threatening to stop her breathing all together. This is real. She reminded herself as his hands were on hers.

But he unhooked them from around his body, leaving her with a strangely empty feeling about it all. There she stood, empty again. It was a funny thing how he could make her feel so whole and yet take it all away within a matter of seconds. But he had always had that power, no matter the distant rift that she had created between them. He walked away, trying to catch his breath and Lanta wrapped her own arms around her body, trying to stifle the feeling of sinking.

She wanted to go to him, to press her lips to his, to make him understand the gravity of the situation that she had been presented with. But he felt so far away…

“How could I tell you, Mikael?” She asked, turning ever so slightly as she spoke so she was facing him head-on, “You would’ve wanted to fight it. You would’ve wanted to dive into it all and you might’ve gotten yourself killed. I know you-” She took a daring step forward as she spoke, “And I know that is exactly what you'd have done.” Another step befell her slippered feet as she gained ground on him.

His fingertips were in his hair and she reached up to touch his hand. Immediately she regretted her decision - it brought up the memories of the past. The memories that she had long since commanded herself to forget as a part of the deal that she made with Orpheus. She had been instructed to give him up, but how could she do that when he was standing right in front of her. Tugging his hand slightly from his tousled locks, she placed it on her chest, “I was trying to protect you.” The even beats of her heart were a testament to her truthfulness.

As her eyes slowly traveled the length of his arm and settled on his face, she found herself entranced in his eyes, “They’re the Dark Lord’s army. Desdemona, Orpheus, My Parents… All of them. They're all playing their parts.” She breathed.
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come away little lamb || MIKAEL Dec 5, 2014 18:43:31 GMT -8

Post by MIKAEL ERIXON on Dec 5, 2014 18:43:31 GMT -8

As soon as she turned on him, he was ready to get back on his broom. The pain in her voice was nothing compared to that which was written across her face. This hadn't been some easy task for her, it had been a horrible experience and she was truly worried that he would die if she hadn't played along. Her question struck him in the chest, nor because he was hurt that she couldn't talk to him but he knew she was right. How easy would it have been for him to tell her something like that? The task seemed impossible, her choice was impossible. She did what she thought was best for him. As she spoke she stepped forward towards him, he thought to step back in time with her but in so many ways he wanted her to come to him. This was why he was here, to understand and to be back with her the way things were suppose to be.

“You’re right, I would have. You are worth fighting for. We are worth fighting for, aren't we?” He felt his face turning red, his hand still entangled in his hair. He looked down and sighed, he could see her slippered feet moving closer and closer to him. Then he felt her hand on his, she pulled it towards her and placed it on her chest. The sparks were still flying from the simplest of touches, he could feel his own heartbeat quicken at her touch. He knew what her point was, her heartbeat was steady. She wasn't lying, she did what she did because she was trying to protect him. He hated that she had gone through this alone, but he understood, no matter how much he hated it. “I know. I know that now” He took her hand in his and held it tight, taking his own tiny step forward.

He watched as her eyes found his and when she spoke again, he was taken aback. He had heard whispers of the dark lord and his minions, he just couldn't imagine the extent to which she was describing. Her entire family served this figure and they were trying to get her to join. Using his death as motivation, he felt a rage inside. But he let the moment fade without acting irrationally. What was the extent of all this? “An army? So the dark lord does exist, he's not a fable?” There was no humor in his tone or on his face. Just an expression of fear and confusion.

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come away little lamb || MIKAEL Feb 17, 2015 18:22:11 GMT -8

Post by ATLANTA TWAINE VAISEY on Feb 17, 2015 18:22:11 GMT -8

“We…are,” she said finally as she sucked in a deep breath and finally allowed herself the opportunity to look up at him. His gentle eyes, once so full of pain seemed to have healed themselves. She wondered what he was thinking. She wondered if there was even a part of him that could forgive what she had done. What made for true forgiveness? What bridged the gap between them? Love. And Atlanta loved him more than anything in the world. As much as the seventeen year old girl had in her heart, she loved him.

Her eyes didn’t leave his face. He was like the sun — warming her skin, her face. She didn’t want to look away because there was no guarantee in this world that the sun would not set and she didn’t want to miss a moment of his brilliance, “Mikael—“ She felt rather like she was choking when she spoke. She wanted to hug him, to wrap her arms around him and tell him everything that was in her head, but he had questions. He had so many questions.

“He’s real,” she breathed. She had seen him…or at least, the whispers of him. Atlanta herself had not be afforded the ‘honor’ of looking upon his face, but her brother and sister had. They had told her stories of his beauty and terrible power and she had believed them because it all made sense. He was the man controlling the pieces of the chess board and she was simply a pawn. She gulped down the sense of foreboding that sat in her throat like a tumor, “There are plenty of them. They’re everywhere. Bellatrix, Rodolphus. They’re students and—” She gripped his hand a little tighter as she focused on his eyes.

“I couldn’t lose you, Mikael. I couldn’t lose you because I love you,” she said. The words had slipped out like sand falling through her cupped hands. In that moment, she threw her hands around his neck pulling him close to her. The world seemed to stop, time slowed. Her heart thundered in her chest. She had endangered him by telling him, but it made her feel…better. Knowing that he knew the true reason for the way she had been acting. Knowing that he knew everything, “I love you.” She mumbled against the fabric of his shirt.
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