,,Until Spring's tears dry//open

[LOVELLA FANCY JADE]

For years rumors spread like wildfire around Reena. Then rumor turned to legend and legend faded to truth. Spring became a fairytale, nothing but a bed-time story. Many said she died, along with the season. Others chanted that she was stolen and encaged. Locked away by some greedy king so the world could no longer see her glow. Both thoughts in someways could be right. In many ways Spring did die. Lovella no longer had any wish to be spring anymore. She wished to be normal, human or at least an earth feary. So she pretended to be those things. Pretended and wasted her gifts. The second one of course was right as well. She was foolish enough to fall in love, and he took her away. It wasn't all his fault though, she had chosen to quite being Spring. She just could not bring herself to be the season he loved anymore. Lovella would rather watch the world suffer without her, as she suffered without him.

So she awaited his return, although it had already been decades and he most likely had passed on. So the flowers died and faded and animals rested too long in hibernation, without her to awaken them. The only plants that survived where the ones built to last the winter. Sometimes it saddened her, watching the world die, but she could not bring herself to do anything about it, like she had the power to do. The girl could not muster up enough joy to keep the world bright like it should be. She could not warm the world enough to make the snow melt. All the energy she had before was far beyond her reach now. That dragon had destroyed her, and no one new. Spring just dissappeared one day all at once. And. and nobody cared! The world did not stop turning and wait for her to heal. It kept moving, and just that fact made everything feel so much, so much worse!

Lovella could remember back to when this swamp was a beautiful lake. She personally took care of it. Here in this spot, it was always spring. Just like Summer, Winter, and Fall had their own places. This was hers. People and animals used to come here regularily and it always seemed to glow. But all that changed. The water was dark, but it cleared around her touch, parting as if welcoming an old friend. The land missed her, so terribly much. She could here it sing to her in her head. "Has it been so long?" she whispered touching a molding and dying tree. All the life here seemed to have died a long time ago. Up between the rocks a flower, big and beautiful, but weak and scrawny. Seemed to be gasping or air and struggling to grow. "Here, let me help you." easily she reached out her hand. Remembering where her gift came from, and pulling at it as easily as she had the days when she walked, and took care of this area regularily. The poor little thing gasped as it rose up to her touch, her heat. Grew fast.

The whole swamp purred. 'Spring has come'. Gasping she spun around quick and stomped a foot angrily. "No she has not!" she hissed. No Spring had not returned, it was lonely and hurt. Spring was not planning on returning, not ever. Lovella crumpled, fell to her knees and cried. Cried like she had so many times before. And like it had every time before the sky began to weep as well.


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wordcount;; 614
tagg;; no one yet
ooc;; my first ic post here! and the first ic post on the board I believe.

[DRACO ALAUNOS BURR]

HOLD IT TOGETHER
birds of a feather, nothing but lies and crooked wings

I HAVE THE ANSWER
SPREADING THE CANCER

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A large shadow moved quickly over the land while long wings spread out across the skies blocking out the sun’s bright rays. Ebony scales with the tiniest flecks of golden brown shone gently against the light making the dark scaled creature quite visible against the cold, winter skies. Up high in the moist clouds with a freezing wind blasting past his face was right where he belong. Cold air flowing through his nostrils and cycling through his lungs felt refreshing. But, eventually, the leathery wings halted from their continuous flapping and straighten out to catch the air beneath him. Then he carefully glided from the skies and ascended over the tree tops. Fitting between all of the tangled branches below was a no go for the dark dragon gliding overhead. Wings, claws, and every bit of his large body would be trapped or simply break through causing a ruckus. He wasn’t so worried about cuts and such as dragon scales were pretty durable against this sort of thing. Creating a crashing scene just wasn’t something that was in the dishonored prince’s favor. But there were other ways for him to reach the forest floor. So the creature bid farewell to the sky, keeping his wings out full while dropping his hind legs before him.

Draco’s upper lip curled as the scales over his body disappeared sucked into the flesh of his human form. His brows furrowed as his limbs grew smaller and his wings slowly began to fold up. He left his arms up over his head and lovely gravity quickly bit down on him, dragging him back toward earth. Immediately he found himself falling between the tree tops, unafraid of the impact to follow. The only thing he had found uncomfortable was the whole changing from dragon to human thing. Unlike most of his family he seemed to have trouble getting used to the feeling of your normal shape getting pulled into… well yourself.

For a split second he closed his eyes shut tightly to avoid getting any debris from the branches in his eyes. He felt a few snag at his clothing but he easily broke through the small, weak ends. Then came the ground; thud. He snorted as his feet hit the ground and the vibrations traveled up his ankles throughout his body. The only reason he hadn’t toppled over was because he had done with about a thousand times. His first time had not been very pleasant as he had managed to get a few branches to the face and had managed to land on his backside. Even now he hadn’t landed perfectly straight; instead he was squatted on the ground, bringing his chin up to glance around at his surroundings. He breathed in deeply through his nostrils to pick up a smell. There was nothing really, just plants and little creatures scurrying away from him. So he tossed his long blond hair to the side and slowly straightened himself up, feeling slightly unsteady in his boots. Okay, so he really wasn’t as bad as he wanted to appear. Most ‘bad’ dragons didn’t wobble slightly after a little landing like that. Nobody had to see it though…

He didn’t stay in his spot very long. Draco quickly started at a hasty walk, looking over his shoulder briefly to look through the spot in the trees he had dropped through. It had been a good spot as there wasn’t much there. He could tell that because of that light coming through onto him.

Draco kept his senses alert and his eyes calm. He didn’t want to look like some scared bird, did he? No, especially not when he was looking for dinner in this puny human body. It had taken him a while to learn that pouncing at things and biting into them just didn’t work in this body. His teeth still had some points to them but he couldn’t really… well, just take his word for it, being a giant beast with a grisly bite and claws was much easier. It even sounded easier, didn’t it?

A mixed scent of water and funguses was filling up his nose now. A sign that he was entering the swamp land. He usually avoided it as it really served him no purpose unless he wanted to muck around with himself and feel depressed. It wasn’t like there was anything that he was interested in to hunt there. No tasty, fat deer and surely no rabbits. It was more like… snakes and kelpie that roamed that land. Yet, here he was, creeping up on it and gazing into the dark waters as he closed in. But he quickly came to a pause when his ears and nose picked up something else.

His ice blue eyes lifted from the murky water and searched around only for a moment until they landed upon a woman. His features scrunched and then relaxed- he was confused by her presence. Not many humans came here, it simply wasn’t appealing to them usually. But he couldn’t put his finger on what she was. She surely wasn’t dinner…

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tagged: lovella fancy jade
song: evil angel by breaking benjamin
words: eight hundred fifty-one
notes: second ic post! (:

[LOVELLA FANCY JADE]

Animal's and plants lived here now that she did not remember. Things where twisted and broken. Ruined. Her perfect world tainted by this darkness that came from her departure. It stung deep, like a monster digging its claws deep into her stomach and tearing out all the was her. This world had no room for her anymore. Not if she was not willing to do her job. Not when she was unwilling to be what the entire world wanted her to be which was: herself. She hated it, but loved it at the same time, this world which now rejected her so fully. The world that screamed and ached for her touch, her purity, her sanity. It was a torment to kneel there and do nothing, a torture and the only form that she would enjoy, that she would force herself to endure. He would not have his way, he would not win. Not unless he was willing come back to her.

Spring would watch the world suffer, and fall.

Snakes ran along her legs and over her lap. Hissing sweet lulabyes and begging her to sleep. Kelpie's sang and sprang out of the marsh whispering sweat wishes and pleading her not to cry. Last she had cried the world had flooded with the bitter rains of her tears. It should not have been so! Spring was joy, and strength. Where the this girl could no longer find any. Spring was the smel of a gentle rain and the sound of the first song of birds returning. Spring was everything she found herself unable to feel. A thumb of one pale hand dragged across the wet scales of one friendly snake. "I am sorry." she whispered to it. Half believing it. Half meaninging it. The rest spewing a lie that no one could tell. "I really am sorry." she chimed now to the marsh that once belong to her. The lake that once sang he songs. But she was not.

Lovella's hair was wet by now, along with all of her clothes. Soaked through to the bone and not planning on drying anytime soon. She felt as if she was melting. Becoming one with the damp mossy ground below her. She knew that the creatures below her were watching. Watching her sollumly and some waiting to consume her if something happened. If the girl ever chose to stop, to end, to allow herself to be consume. She ofcourse would not. She was waiting for someone, and she would for the rest of her life. Lovella could sense the Naga, the Kelpie. The creatures lurking around her. She wished for the unicorn to come and save her, from herself. This world did not scare her. She belonged here, in the darkness, in the muck. The world should be the way it was before, but without her, it would not be.

Instantly, she recognised the sound of dradon flight. Her heart began to race, beating fast and into her head. He had come! He seriously had come from her, to find her, and save her from this hell. Lovella stumbled back to her feet and a smile crawled across her face as she listened, listened, listened. The world shook with an awkward landing and she stumbled forward resting a hand on the tree before her. That should have been her first clue. Dragon had never been that clumsy, not for as long as she knew him. He was strong and agile for how large he was. But hope is a blinding thing, a destroyer of worlds. Closing her blue grey eyes she tilted her head toward the other's entrance, praying for some sign other than sight. Eye's where were deception rested. But she heard no indication, nothing that reminded her of him. Just that he stopped a few feet behind her, and he obviously was a dragon.

Slowly she turned around and then slowly opened her eyes. At first she believed them, what she saw. A perect image of the other, when he was a boy. When they had first met. That brilliant white blonde hair and those crystal blue eyes. She knew the curve of his lips, that long neck by heart. But then she remembered. Remember Graeta's face before he left. Before he deserted her. Stumbling forward she reached out with one hand. "G-" her voice choked at the sound of the water splacing below her feet. "Graeta?" her soft voice asked, already knowing. This was not her Graeta, her dragon. This one was too young, to immature. And far too bright. Blindingly bright in a dark sort of eerie way. "I am Lovella Jade, who else are you?" she talked wierd she knew. Asking for a term of introduction in a way that stated that she knew him as someone else. Which she did. In her head she had already named him Graeta, the man he held such a resemblance to. Was he a great king of a great clan as well, or did he used to be? Why was he here.

Spring! Spring! She is our Spring! the plants cooed in the wind. Waving their truth to whomever could hear or listen. Angrily she glared back at the tree behind her. "No! Spring is gone!" she hissed, forgetting about the man. Silence oh how she wished for it. These plants whispers where killing her.

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wordcount;; 930
tagg;; Draco!
ooc;; he might think she's a tad bit crazy in this one. Don't worry she's not.

[DRACO ALAUNOS BURR]

HOLD IT TOGETHER
birds of a feather, nothing but lies and crooked wings

I HAVE THE ANSWER
SPREADING THE CANCER

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For the time, he did not move from his spot and kept his light colored stare set firmly on the female at the swamp. His nostrils flared as he drew in a deep breath to try and take in more of the scent. He was tempted to shut his eyes and quietly examine the smell that he had soaked into his lungs but Draco did not dare take his eyes off of the female form before him. She did not seem like she was some kind of foul fiend you’d normally find here but that did not mean that Draco was going to stop watching her. There was never any harm in being careful, was there? Yeah, that had been something that Draco had learned the hard way more than once (hadn’t most). If you weren’t careful with what was ahead of you it was likely that you may regret it. But the scent that he did take him surprised him a bit. The smell of the swamp was strong but he could sort hers out from it and, surprisingly, she did not smell of the swampland. It was rather fresh in comparison. It was almost like a breath of fresh spring air. Not that he would know too much about that as nature had seemed to suddenly reject that season many years ago. He couldn’t even remember what spring was like… but that didn’t mean he couldn’t have an idea of it, right?

After he had drawn in his breath and exhaled, Draco shifted his weight lightly on the foot behind him to step back. His eyes stayed narrowed on her but he had no intentions of bringing her attention back to him. He was no sociable creature- he was not going to ask her what had made her seem so upset and he was not going to warn her of the dangers in this swamp. That was mostly because she seemed like she would just… be alright here. He wasn’t sure how to explain it but she seemed to fit in here just fine. It was like she knew this place well, and maybe she did. It was none of his concern.

The dragon did not get a chance to turn his back on the woman though. When she looked back at him he felt his breath get caught up in his throat and his brows furrowed at her. Despite his surprise, Draco did not show any other features that showed his surprise. He wanted to continue on his way but he did not move an inch from his spot now that she was looking at him. His background was catching up on him like it usually did. He had always been told not to turn his back on anybody. Especially those who did not know you and you couldn’t trust.

He perked up his features a bit when he heard a sound come from her and tried to hear. The second time she tried he still couldn’t say that he understood. No, not because he couldn’t make out what she was saying but because he had no clue as to why she was calling him by Graeta. Graeta? That name was foreign to him. He got the impression that she was calling him that though.

Draco didn’t make a face but he did shift his stare a mere second to rethink the idea of being called Graeta. He didn’t speak and to be honest he did not plan on filling her in simply because he did not want to. It would be rude not to- no, he could do as he pleased, he was basically a rogue. Manners should not have mattered to him anymore. Sometimes his old habits baffled him. Thankfully she managed to bring his mind elsewhere though by speaking again. This time he cocked a brow at her slightly, considering answering her now and thinking over her name.

Lovella Jade? It was another name that made no links to anything that he knew of.

Who else was he? He surely was no Graeta but being asked that question made him pause a moment even in his breathing. What name did he give her? His full name and the name he was born with was tainted and, well, dead. It was a dead name to his clan at least. He supposed they were no longer his clan either. No matter, Draco regained himself completely and dropped his brow to return to a more relaxed, cool state. “Draco,” he breathed finally. No more and no less than just that. Just as he had spoken his name his eyes flicked into action and his posture straightened. Another sound. It had sounded like strange, soft whispers that were almost alien to his ears. He pulled his attention toward it to try and figure out where it may have been coming from. Again, he was interrupted in concentration but this time it was the girl- Lovella- who had turned his eyes.

“Is she,” he murmured anxiously. He just stared over at her now, thinking that maybe she was… different. And not in the way where he would assume that she was special and could somehow understand him or something. In a way that would make it make sense as to why she was out wandering in a swamp all alone. Apparently she wanted… or didn’t want spring. This made him unsure of how to speak with her. He’d never really dealt with someone who was… unique in this way. Perhaps she was distressed and her mental stability had gone. “Pity.”

What else to say?

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tagged: lovella fancy jade
song: evil angel by breaking benjamin
words: nine hundred thirty-five
notes: your post.. was great!

[LOVELLA FANCY JADE]

Draco, what a fitting name for a dragon but not. The name in every myth read deat. Death and destruction. Of that she new for sure. This boy would die because it was his name right, practically his birth right. This poor man suffered a fate worse than her and she pitied him. Names held such power over the soul. The key to control and destruction, a handle on the soul; was a name. If this creature before her knew her truth, it could be used against her. She then could be manipulated to his bidding, and Spring could be a fearsome thing. Of that she knew because the power of it rested within her, deep within her. Graeta had taught her such. The worderfully proud Graeta who saw only what he wanted and loved only power and himself. A tormented soul that tainted her own. And she let it, because he knew her, the weight of her name; her birthright; her duty. He had known enough to leave, before he could not. Before she had learned the rest of his name. Because she was Spring, and in that alone the world itself shivered.

Now for her, Graeta had named her. Lovella for the great stubbornness and determination her love held. The huge size of her heart, how she was too open; too trusting. Just a breathe from him melted her like warm butter. Simple and too easy, giving her entire self and wishing for little in return, just a, a release, where her job, he duty gave her none. Only satifaction, which never entirely satisfied. For the kindness and warmth she seemed to always embody. Beauty in its finest, the embodiment of Spring. Fance for all of the careful details she put into everything she did. The intricacy she weaved into each tiny leave and petal and dewdroped spiderweb. Her work was in the delicate, in the detail, in the fancy. Lastly Jade, the harsh energetic last name that for some reason seem to fit her playful demeenor. Name's molded the soul and the spirit, and the future. When he had changed her name, he changed time entirely.

The snow did not melt under her feet like it would have lifetimes ago. Her Spring's light and glow had dimmed amazingly since the time of Summer Winter and Fall. He had stolen it like a thief in the night when he had left. So, she burried it deep down within her. Lovella's joy once fueled heat enough to melt snow for miles around, but now it didn't even puddle, just turned a little more slushie. With a pale hand she pushed sun blonde strand of hair behind her ear. Even in her boots she had the graceful steps of a dance, going from the bal of her foot to her heal, and then repeating the step subconsciously. A smile crossed her face almost reaching her wide, sad green eyes. "Sorry for the mix up Draco, just thought you looked like someone from a long time ago." I fogot how long. "I forgot that by now his age has either taken him or the battlefeild that he loved so dearly." Funny how you could give a man the world and still it could never be enough. Not for one like that anyways. Not for one who thrived in war and bloodshed. The curse of loving a dragon.

She avoided the dead plants that reached for her and whispered her true name. She was no longer Spring, but they wanted her to be so bad. She could no longer pull enough joy or energy to warm the earth, to awaken the hibernating, to help the plants regrow. Only one or two at a time....on her own. But still the whole forrest seem to gravitate toward her. So she gripped her elbows and her stomach, spinning in a slow circle with closed eyes. No longer did she remember the purpose of this journey. She should not have strayed out on her own here, having known already how badly it would hurt to visit her old home; the place she really belonged. As tears brimmed on her eyelashes she froze facing Draco once more, the male that held such a resemblence to whome he so obviously was not. Slowly she opened her pale green eyes, this time to see the man as who he was, not who she wished he was.

Tilting her head to the right slightly a small smile crossed her face. Not many had lived long enough to even have heard tales of the old days. When Spring ran rampant across the world. She had not met one yet. "Their is an old tale that says this is where Spring once lived. Winter. Summer. Fall. They could not even set foot here, before. But you can hardly tell now." She glanced around as she rubbed the salt droplets away from her eyes. Sometimes she missed the old days, so much. Days when she did not care. Days when all that mattered was beauty, fun, and warmth. Now things had changed, so much. "I thought I might have been able to find a clue to her disappearance here." Wait, did the outside world know Spring was a girl? Had she just given herself away, while giving a pretend reason? "The forest seems to have mistaken me for her." Draco! I'm Spring, standing right here before you! Please, set me free! please.

Lovella trusted to easily, gave her heart too easily. There was something about the man before her. Something familiar but not. Spring! Spring! Our Spring has returned! Lady Spring has returned! The chant was annoying. The forest obviously refused to leave her alone, give her some peace. Again her eyes began to run, even over the smile she had on her face. Rubbing her eyes she let out a laugh. A big laugh that shook her ribcage and ached. Why was she laughing again? Why was she here again? Why was she telling him so much?


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wordcount;; 1036
tagg; Dracie!!!
song;; Breakeven by The Script
occ;; no fair! yours are always great! -pouts-

[DRACO ALAUNOS BURR]

HOLD IT TOGETHER
birds of a feather, nothing but lies and crooked wings

I HAVE THE ANSWER
SPREADING THE CANCER

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The dragon gentle pressed his teeth together in his mouth after he had spoken to her. He did his absolute best to keep his eyes firm on her eyes but all the while keep them able to search all over her for any kind of hints of danger. Sure, she seemed all innocent and sweet now but Draco knew very well that in an instant sweet and cuddly things could turn into a vicious attacker. Trusting was not something that came very easily to Draco. He had been raised to never turn his back on a person or any creature because they could change their minds of leaving you alone. They had to be the ones to turn and run from him if anyone was going to run. ‘Never back down from a challenge.’ His father’s words were constantly echoing through his skull now and it was probably a good thing no matter how infuriating he thought it was. All of those things he had thought he would never use came in handy when he was completely alone and detached from his own kind. The wilderness was no safe place for a loner. He, of all people, knew that very well after coming from a clan of many who would have protected him. Now there wasn’t a single soul out there that he knew of who would willing stand up for him while his guard down. It was just a fairytale locked away in his imagination now; never to be released. Draco doubted that he would ever be able to truly let his walls fall for anyone or anything. It family could turn its back so quickly than why shouldn’t anything else?

Oh but that didn’t really matter, did it? Boohoo for Draco, he had a bad family relationship and couldn’t find it in him to drop his guard. He was oh so unique wasn’t he? Just the thought made Draco want to snort at himself in disgust. Sometimes he felt like his brain wanted to throw a pity party like he was the only person that something like that had ever happened to. He wasn’t unique because of what he or his family had done. Everyone got knocked on their asses and he was sure plenty had fallen just as hard as he had in the same ways. There was no need for him to be sympathetic of himself. That was disgusting…

His thoughts and reality were all drawn in one. If she did anything his thoughts were temped to follow. If she didn’t he would let them wander but never remove his eyes from her. Anything she did would easily keep him caught up with the world around him rather than getting lost within his thoughts. For a moment he dared to glance down at her feet. She was moving in some kind of… stepping motion that could not be considered plain walking. He wrinkled his nose a bit as his eyes quickly shot back up toward hers. He didn’t question the movement. Instead he listened quietly to her speak again.

He reminded her of someone that she knew a long time ago? And this someone just so happened could have been taken by age already? This made Draco begin to wander just how old this woman was. And if she was truly even a mere woman at all. Something inside of him was assuring him that this was no ordinary woman. She was something else but he just couldn’t place his finger on it. A woman who smelled of fresh plant life, but why? No matter how many times he breathed in the air through his nose and analyzed the scents he couldn’t figure her out. Call him crazy but he could have sworn that the plants were trying to get his attention too. But Draco was sure plants couldn’t speak to him. How could a dragon and a plant communicate if it was even possible to begin with?

Actually, now that his mind was on the plants, he realized that all of them seemed different here. Perhaps it was this woman’s presence? It could help explaining the scent he picked up off of her. It was like they were desperate for her to reach out and touch them to pass off some of the warmth of her body. But these thoughts were quickly dismissed when Draco decided that it was a crazy idea for him to be having. Plants talking to him or her… really Draco? Were you truly that alone? He was growing more pathetic seeming in his own mind by the minute.

It was funny that he was thinking of it, really. Not because the idea of a million little plants talking to him was hysterical or anything but because the next thing that she said to him was about the season of Spring. Draco merely kept his face straight and listened to her, a part of him disbelieving in such a tale. He had not grown up with anything like that. The seasons came and went and spring just happened to be… cold maybe? It wasn’t something he had thought about. He’d grown up with the cold and one blazing hot season. That was all he knew. And he doubted that any of them had certain homes. If so, this one proved that Spring really was dead, didn’t it?

A bit of him was relieved when she admitted that the forest seemed to think that she was Spring. It didn’t really make him feel any better about her but it did make him feel less insane. He couldn’t agree with her though about any of it. He merely stared, almost completely deadpan. He watched the tears fall from her face and then the random laughter burst from her chest. He furrowed his brow a bit now turning his head slightly away but never removing his eyes from her.

He ignored the small voices around him.

“I have never heard such things,” he assured her finally. He would have given further explanation. Perhaps enlighten her on his side of things and what he had been told as a child. But Draco was never any good with expression. This torn through his personality like a knife with age making him a dreadful communicator. He was not like the young almost leader he was back when he was still with his clan. It was funny what experience could do to a person. And he was still quite young.

He pushed this nonsense of Spring aside ignorantly. “What are you?” The question came smoothly and very straightforward, showing that he had no interest in her dodging his question. His stare was still dead on and relentless. What was she? No human, he knew that…

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tagged: lovella fancy jade
song: evil angel by breaking benjamin
words: one thousand one hundred twenty-seven
notes: trust me.. yours are wonderful to read (:

[LOVELLA FANCY JADE]

Balance; it kept society running, made the world go round, and kept people sane. She had watched empires rise and fall to keep this balance stable. To gain one must adventually lose. When something is lost, something of equal balance will be gained. It was the way the gods had set up the world and the way it had been run for centuries. Empires died so new and better one's could be built in their place. People were put through such incredible pain, so that they could be prepared for the future. So what had her destruction prepared her for? What could have possibly been gained to the world by loosing Spring? The first season, the origin season? Destiny; time had chose to cripple her and what use could she be to anyone now. Nothing, nothing of either importance or merit or strength. She was useless without her joy, her Spring's light. Just a human conceited enough to live forever, but not quite. Not entirely. She still had some power over the earth, a slight grasp of her old self.

Insanity! Such a sweet thing she prayed to reach her mind. An amnesia that would rid her of his memory, of his very being. Having the wretched stain on her once pure soul vanish, what a dream that would be! But alas a dream, of another time, for another world. One made for her and the rest of the broken, the shattered, the lost, corrupted, and consumed. A world for the powerless, who may never reach their full potential again. A world for the broken-hearted and the fallen angels who cannot reclaim their wings. Seperate, and forged just for her but open to all that needed it. No expectations, no pain, a world with just light. Where Lovella could be herself without fear of remembering all the wonderfully painful moments she spent with him, the other, her own personal abbadon, the destroyer of worlds. Though hers was not an angel, far from it. An evil fished from the deepest pits of hell and drawn forth to this planet, just to destroy her. What had she gained from his deception? Nothing! Nothing but the loss of her ability to be her and this outlook that made everyone else veiw her as crazy. What would the past precieve her as now, hm? Weak, foolish, childish, a scardy-cat. All of them are so, terribly, true.

It seemed to her that she was subconsciously drawn to this man before her, and she doubted it was because of his resemblance to Graeta. She did not need anouther constant reminder of her foolishness and her broken soul. There was something else, something far more compelling. A certain glow behind those brilliant eyes. A light in the outward darkness perhaps, or maybe a cry for help that he would never admit too. Something that drew her to those tensed shoulders and that squared jaw. What he probably thought of her! The cloaws of insanity digging deep into another too beautiful girl. No she was not vain, but she understood how eternity looked on people; saw it before; had it read to her trillions of times. Insanity at its finest, but wasn't it inevitable, was not beauty in itself completely insane!

Gracefully she stepped forward again, tilting her head slightly to the right. Her now almost instantly dry golden hair tumbling over her shoulder like the rain had shortly before. Her eyes searched his, expecting....well....something! This was definately a dragon, inside and out, but too her he seemed different, maybe. Love couldn't help but believe there was something, well more! to this boy. So much more, the potential! Well, it radiated off of him almost as much as all of his raw power did. But what did any of that matter! Little really, it just edged her one or two steps closer to figuring him out, too finding some reason.

It was not strange, that he had not known her tale. What almost took her off gaurd though was that he knew anything of all. Spring, who had once been dearly missed by everyone, seemed to have faded out of existance entirely. No one spoke of her, and there was never any secret references too the spirit. Most of the old tale's had long been forgotten, and her songs no longer sung. Sometimes it appeared as though the ancient spirit had disappeared. But here she was, the whole time, living amongst them, right before their eyes. Just no one saw anymore, everyone refused to see. Softly she began to glow, but just barelly, her heart sung...just a little. Pushing out unconsciously her warmth reached into a circle just around her feet. The swamp began to sing. Grass grew already in that circle, and flowers that hadn't bloomed in centuries began to bud at last. "Then what have you heard Draco, dragon wanderer?" another quick step, her voice practically sung. "What legends did your ancestors feed you of the once wild and rampant spirit few now remember as Spring?" A soft smile crossed her face, but her pale green eyes were sad. It is a sad thing to be lost amongst time. He did not know how amazing it felt that someone knew, still, after all these years.

Her breath caught in her throught with a gentle gasp. Her light and warmth dimmed as fast as it had came. Pictures flashed before her eyes and feelings flooded her mind. She could here her heart pounding in her head and feel it in her chest. Three words had never affected her so. Especially not these. 'What are you?' The sad thing was she no longer knew. She could not be Spring, she could not be human, and she could not be a fairy. Poor Lovella was...

She gasped again and then was running. There was no reason for what she was doing, just reacting. In half a second she had crossed over too him and drapped her arms around his shoulds burrying her face in his chest, if only to prevent herself from crying. Her eyes squeezed tightly shut. "Nothing! I am nothing!" she cried squeezing him a little. She needed someone to hold her, tell her it was all right. To comfort her and protect her. To heal her. "Not a myth, not a legend, not reality! Not anymore!" she tears sapped through her eyes again, and slowly gently it began to rain. Like it alway did, like it always had. "I am forgotten!" She squeezed him even tighter too her. Though she had only known Draco but a few short minutes, he would do. That was always her though, far to trusting.


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wordcount;; one thousand one hundred and forty-eight.
song;; breakeven - by - the script
tagg;; draco alaunos burr
ooc;; i really want to see how draco reacts to this!

[DRACO ALAUNOS BURR]

HOLD IT TOGETHER
birds of a feather, nothing but lies and crooked wings

I HAVE THE ANSWER
SPREADING THE CANCER

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When she stepped forward Draco’s calves immediately tensed up, ready to move as well if he needed to. But other than that subtle constricting of his muscles, Draco did not move any other part of him a bit. His eyes were still staring straight out toward the moving woman and his jaw was still clamped tight rigidly. All of his senses had spiked up a good deal though since she was staring right at him for such a time. It almost seemed like she was searching for something in him but couldn’t really see what she wanted to see. Or, perhaps, she was evaluating him and trying to find the best way to take him down. She wasn’t an enemy though, was she? Not that he trusted her but he had not expected her to come toward him and possibly… do something to him. He wasn’t even sure what she was capable of. But now he was searching her right back trying to figure her out as quickly as possible. What was she? Who was she? What could she do to him? Would she do anything to him? Was she going to stop or keep approaching him? Draco couldn’t focus on just one question either. His mind kept jumping to different ones but never once did he find a conclusion. All he knew was that he was ready to spring back or forward if he needed.

It wasn’t long before most of those question came to a pause though as his blue eyes suddenly began to take in the light that seemed to be coming off of the girl coming over toward him. His brows raised and his mouth finally loosened up enough so that it hung open a bit. Draco subconsciously took a step back toward the cold forest when a ring of green life sprung up around her feet and flowers began to burst to life around the swamplands. Again the small voices began to whisper all around him and this time he didn’t ignore them. His eyes turned from her to dart around the scene, looking for any signs of where they belonged. But all that was around him was plant life and other aspects of nature. There were no bodies like himself or the woman who could speak words, just plants. He couldn’t understand any of the whispers though. All it sounded like was just that… gentle whispers like a soft wind.

The dragon listened carefully to the voices, trying to understand. But the only one he could make sense of was that of Lovella’s. He didn’t’ even have to think about her question. The answer flowed off of his lips like clockwork. “Nothing. I have learned nothing of such a spirit.” And it was the truth. He and the ones before him had known little of this springtime. Even if his father had known anything of it he would have never shared it with Draco. It would have been petty, small talk, he supposed. His mother… Draco never dared ask her much of anything. So he had never learned such stories. He had only heard the name every so often coming off of mostly mortal tongues. He was almost convinced that such a time never even existed. There was only the long winter followed by the warm summer time. That was all- spring was a fairytale. One he hardly knew anything about.

Draco’s eyes finally flicked back over toward Lovella though and he flinched back a bit when he realized that in looking away from her earlier he had managed to miss out on her movement. And currently that movement was headed over in his direction much quicker than it had been earlier, catching him by surprised. Even though his legs had been tensed and ready to boost him out of the area, Draco was caught off guard. He was especially taken aback when the girl threw her arms around him and began to sob; a soft rain following awkwardly.

He froze. His mouth was still hanging open slightly but now his eyes stared straight forward while he tried to grasp exactly what was happening to him. He couldn’t quiet comprehend that this stranger was no latching onto him in the least threatening way a person possibly could. She knew of his species. She also knew that she had absolutely no idea to who he was. The only things she knew was that he was Draco the dragon. Not a hard thing to remember either considering the meaning of his name. She had no idea of his past or present. She had no idea of his personality. Yes, she may have had an idea of it because of their short meeting but other than that Draco was a stranger as she was to him. But that didn’t mean he knew what to do with her. Outside of his own race, he was rather awkward and less dominant than he had been as the prince of The Libitina Devils. Now he was just a simple, long dragon wandering the land. The key word was lone. Contact was not something he fully understood anymore.

Hurry and push her off! That was what his mind had begun yelling at him to do. Get rid of her and flee this scene. She was something he did not understand and that meant that she could be extremely dangerous for him to be around. He hardly even had a clue as to what she was talking about. His mind was in too much of a haze to fully collect all of the information. With the plants coming to life and her clinging to him he really couldn’t pull it together.

It had been so many years since someone had physically touched him in such a gentle manner. Well, she was practically squeezing him at this point but it was much more pleasant than someone lashing out at you with sharp nails and teeth was it not? It was sad to think that he would almost prefer that right now. At least then he could give her a proper reaction.

His heart was thrashing up against his rib cage now, threatening to break though the bone and rough skin if he didn’t dare make a move. His mind was reeling and his body was frozen in the rain and under her touch. “I can feel you. You’re real.”

How stupid! If he hadn’t been so thrown off of his comfort zone Draco would have beat his head in out of disgust! He was not acting like a dragon was supposed to. He was not being fierce or violent or anything! He wasn’t strong. It was pathetic. He could hardly stand to be in his own skin right now. It was so uncomfortable.

“I can remember you if you tell me what you are… if there is such a thing as spring and you claim to be her; I have seen you and I do not forget easily. I cannot promise that anyone will take my word but… I have seen you.”

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tagged: lovella fancy jade
song: evil angel by breaking benjamin
words: one thousand one hundred seventy-nine
notes: good job making him uncomfortable =P

[LOVELLA FANCY JADE]

He was soft and it was strange. She could not remember her dragon ever feeling that way. How was it possible to be soft even when you were stiff as a board, even when you where pushed to awkward? She could not but still here he was feeling so soft, and incredibly awkward. A strong man like him, and so like the other. He didn't want her there, that was obvious. Lovella had burst his bubble, entered into his personal space. Draco, this stranger, could so easily hurt her right now. She was vulnerable, and she made herself that way, she did not care. Impulsivness was her problem. Out of all her positive traits: trusting, gentle, sweet. The gods had to play her the wild and impulsive card. Which made a lot of people uncomfortable and left her perfectly fine. One thing the world should know: Lovella did not believe in personal space.

The tears ran like ice down her cheeks. She was almost sorry that they were pooling, somewhere along their journey, onto his shirt (he is wearing one right?). This stange; this Draco the dragon must truly be a patien man to be dealing so well with her in this way. Her emotional reactions that would drive anyone too pushing her away and running as far away as fast as they could. What no one seemed to understand, was that it was in her nature. Spring was a very physical cery emotional season, thus so was its imbodiment. He must be petrified. Lovella could feel that truth in how everyone of his muscles had stiffened and locked when she had touched him. Then again this was a part of life he was probably not accustomed too, like the few other dragon's she had known over the years. Gentle and sweet and emotional and nearly unpredictable, the things that made up her being.

Listen to his heart thunder in his chest slowed her own. Though the tears still ran her gasps and sobs silenced. She was still crying but it was gentler and the rain softened with it. Had it been so easy before to calm her down? She could hardly remember, except for the absolutely terrible days and the absolutely great days, her past was blank. But than it was to be expected at her age. Somehow his breathe and body remained as it had before, though his heart hammered away and that relaxed her; fascinated her. Draco was beautiful in that stoic shrill. He knew nothing of her but the false name she had claimed and still, he allowed it. This gentle contacted she had neede so badly for such a long time. Freinds, something she had left behind. Family, something she had barelly remembered. She had been alone for a long time, too long. Lovella needed to feel someone elses warmth other than her own, which always pulled her mind toward sadder darker things than it should. She was broken and damaged. It had been long enough that those two words should have been etched into her body by now. But they weren't. It was a secret saved for her eyes and her heart and soul and mind alone. No one else.

Her soul and heart drifted apart now, as she listened to the soft low cadence of his voice. Each syllable seeming like a scream into her ear and cutting through her darkness like a knife of fire. Burning and slashing away the grime as it went. --I can feel you. You're real.-- For too long she had seen herself as other, outside of society, alone. She could not face the world for what she had done, what she had become. A quitter, a looser. Intollerable even toward herself. A soft whimper escaped her throat as she nestled her face closer to him. Shaking her head if only a little. He did not understand! She could not find the strength to be! Lovella did not have enough energy to become, where Spring needed boundless ammounts of it. On the outside she seemed fine, perfect, energetic. But in truth it was not so. But the rain had slowed as well as her tears, just a slow, light, drizzle remained. She wanted to ask if her was sure, too prove it. But she could not. Her throat was numb and her body shook.

As the rythum of her voice reached her ears her heart practically stopped. Her restless mind stopped searching for answers and all the noise was gone. All was still. To be accepted so fully by a stranger none the less was mystifying. She had never spoke to anyone as she had weaved words together for him here and now. But because of these few sentences thrown togetherher restless soul began to humm and sing again. For once she was not terrified to let the world know. "Spring," her voice was choked but still held that strong light quality. Her fingers flexed gripping the back of his shirt. "I gave up the name a long time ago. To a dragon who no longer exists." Her voice grew tighter at the last sentence and she gasped. Her body quiveder one last time. Accepted, she still could not believe it. But this next part, that her big mouth would obviously say, might change that. "I no longer have the strength to give what the world wants from me. That too, was stolen." Her voice caught on the worlds strength and stolen. No one liked her anymore. Her family despised her and mocked her whenever she was sited. and for everyone else, no one knew enought to care. Except for the fact that she was beautiful. Beautiful people were noticed, but just for that.

She relaxed moving her head so her ear pressed to his chest. Breathing slower and calmer. No longer did she cry, and the rain had stopped. Once more she began to glow, like she did before he asked the question of what she was. Glow and shine, letting off everything that was spring. It was not from excitement or joy this time though. More like peace, ease, and acceptance. She had been accepted, hopefully? And that was all her large fragile heart could ask for at the moment. "Sorry to intrude on your personal space and all." Her dainty fingers loosened their grip on his shirt and relaxed as well. Personal space? Ha, she laughed at the words. Who needed them? "But is it all right if I stay like this awhile?" her voice grew soft and meak. Almost silent and she closed her eyes. Breathing in deep the sent that reminded her so much of the other but at the same time was completely unique to him.


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wordcount;; one thousand one hundred and fifty-one.
song;; breakeven by the script
tagg;; draco burr
ooc;; sorry it might seem a little rushed. i really wanted to get it done before work!

[DRACO ALAUNOS BURR]

HOLD IT TOGETHER
birds of a feather, nothing but lies and crooked wings

I HAVE THE ANSWER
SPREADING THE CANCER

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She was still clinging to him. His space was still being greeting invaded by this girl who was nothing more than a complete stranger to him. With this sudden closeness between them the scent of fresh plants seemed to spring up into his senses almost wanting to dizzy him because of the randomness of it. The season was winter and smelling something like a bouquet of fresh flowers was not something that somebody expected to go shooting up their noses out next to a swamp. Draco couldn’t help but want to push her back away from him. It took quite a bit of his self-control to keep from forcing his arms between them and getting her off of him. This was just all too much for him in one dose. She was simply Lovella, the girl who thought she was a season and she was standing her sobbing into his chest like she had known him for years. He couldn’t quite keep up with her emotions either. She hadn’t seemed like she was all rainbows and butterflies when he had come along but he had hardly expected her to come and cling to him like she was doing now. And the more that he thought about it, the more it made him nervous and the more it made him want to break away from this sudden closeness. He simply could not do it.

As the sounds coming from her began to fade away so did the rain. The pouring had turned into a quiet, gentle shower falling over the pair. His eyes tore away from the top of her head and strayed up to look at what sky he could see through the treetops. Draco’s blue eyes were constantly blinking now as he looked up. Water droplets were merciless in falling into his eyes or around them. It did not really matter though; his face was already damp from the unexpected shower. The sky was cloudy as it had been earlier. The winter time did that… but he still had not expected any rain to fall on him today. Not even snow for it had already fallen for the time and blanketed the land. He supposed in such conditions he should have been shivering had he been a human. But being a dragon even in human form his skin protected him a good deal. Not to mention his tiny bit of control over ice usually kept his body at a lower temperature when he summoned up the powers within him. So… rain and snow… he still did not shiver or sway in it. The only thing that had managed to make him shake for a moment was Lovella with her spontaneous touching.

Her voice broke his trance, causing him to blink harder. He still had his chin upward and was looking at the sky but now he was listening to her rather than anticipating the moment she would let go of him and he could slip away without leaving a bad name for himself (he already had made it bad enough).

For a moment he almost forgot what she was talking about. Spring? What about the spring? But it finally had hit him that she was talking about her because of what he had said. He had asked her to tell him what she was, he had asked to be told whether she really thought that she was spring or not. Draco still didn’t want to believe something that he had never been told or aware of but his instincts were telling him otherwise. For some reason the strange rain and the heavy scent he got from her assured him that she must have been telling the truth. That truth was that spring was not just a time when the world shifted, it was a spirit trapped in a very humanlike body. Spring was a person? It was still a difficult concept to grasp but how could he deny her after the things he had seen with his own eyes and smelled with his own nose and felt on his own skin? Not to mention the whispering plants. That must have meant something, right? Even if Draco found it hard to believe… it must have meant something.

Draco’s muscles tightened out of aptitude when he felt the fingers grasp on tighter. His brows furrowed and his mouth was shut tight, twisting a bit while he tried to find away to comfort himself in his own mind while keeping himself alert. His eyes started to slowly scan his surroundings, searching for anything that may have been lurking near. Ha- what they would think to see a dragon allowing such a frail looking girl to hold him tight. Myths and legends would want him to eat her up right now. But, perhaps, his name went against that. As most dragons who associated with humans seemed to bear the name Draco. They were also the ones who seemed to give their life away. What silly parents he had to have them give him a name such as that. A name that literally meant dragon, as though someone would forget otherwise.

A dragon… Draco began to wonder just who this other dragon was. Surely she was speaking of the one that she had called him by when she first caught sight of him. Maybe that was why she was so fond of him already. He looked like someone else, he felt like someone else, he was the same species of someone else, and that made her feel alright holding tight to him. Strange, but he still tried to understand it eventually deciding he couldn’t since being unpredictable simply was not in Draco’s nature. He would have asked her something had she met him years ago. But Draco’s curiosities had become more private now that he had no family to back him up or explain things. All thoughts ran in circles around hi mind until he figured them out himself. It was just as he would do with this. He’d figure it out eventually. Well, that was no guarantee since this may have very well been a once in a lifetime meeting.

Draco just let out a sudden snort when she asked her question. But he made no move to push her away to reject her. His chin simply had dropped and his head turned to look out toward the swamp. An icy breath escaped his nostrils as he deepened his thoughtful face. He supposed he shouldn’t piss off the spirit of springtime. Maybe if this helped she would let him know and others and such and word would spread around that Draco the Dragon had done something that would erase his shame and break it to bits. Nobody would remember him for that if he did something like bring back spring, right? He gulped at the thought. Bring back spring… prove his worth… regain his good name. It was a tempting thought.

“Do as you wish,” he murmured to her finally.

He wasn’t really touching her himself, he noticed. He had kept his arms to his sides and simply stood before her like some kind of stone statue. There was really not much he said, he personally was sure that he must have felt somewhat cold to the touch, and he was a bit rough around the edges, hard to penetrate. So a statue could have been a very good word to describe him… maybe he would have made a better gargoyle than dragon.

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tagged: miss random lovella
song: evil angel by breaking benjamin
words: one thousand two hundred fifty
notes: sorry for the wait!

[LOVELLA FANCY JADE]

That gulp when he shifted only slightly, the snort. Love felt and heard it all. His heart beats, and each and every tiny little breathe. She even thought that if she closed her eyes and listened real hard, she could hear the blood pump threw each and every vein in his entire body. Do as you wish? Was it so foolish to think that he wouldn't have said that to anyone else? That wether it be who she was or pity or that for some reason he liked her, something made her sepcial enough to allow her to stay there. It was a comfort Draco would not give, one that she gave herself, but in a strange way just being there helped. Everything seemed to hurt, too pull apart her insides and explode in her brain. She could do whatever she wished. She was Spring after all, she had the power to take it. take. take. take. To bad she wasn't a creature of take. The poor thing was born to give....everything. Which is why she had faded so much these past few decades. The world had been demanding her to take, when all she knew how to do is give. and give. and give.

One finger tapped out the slow rythum of his heart onto his back. Slow calm rock. Granite, that would be how she would explain it. So certain and constant. He had calmed hiself back down after the shock of her random instantaneous touches. Her unthinking, jumpy motions. It calmed the rush of everything that was her lately. Now Lovella could remember when everything was so much easier, she could remember a dozen things at a time without her mind racing, could go on for days without running out of energy. This meeting brought her back to when breathing in itself was not a chore. When being happy was second nature. So she hummed here, with a different dragon in her arms. A sweet calm song, gentle. What was this? Well, this was Spring at peace, with herself mostly. A long awaited peace. Peace with a stranger. Who she felt as if was a long lost friend. But then she was terribly old and probably met someone like him before. Though it somewhat rattled her, she found peace with anouther dragon.

She sighed, breaking the melody. How long had she stood there with him? Lovella glanced up without moving much. She could not see the sun threw the trees, the marsh, the harsh land that once stood as hers, eternally beautiful. She could not stand how much it changed and rotted. But she could not stand her, holding this dragon this tight, forever. Well she could, but he probably would not enjoy that all to well. Turning her head back into her chest she took a deep breath, breathing in as much as she could of his sent, his aroma, his essence, so in the future she could rmember it, remember him. Then let go and dance backwards a few paces. She was cold then, her arms, her shoulders, her back, and she let out an involuntary shiver. Had the world been this cold before. Lonely, a ghost of a word, of herself, that she had forgotten just a second ago. Lonely ushered her back to the world she had before this stranger, safety masking the dark hideousness of the word.

She looked up at him, meeting his ice blue eyes and smiled, a true smile, this time one that reached her eyes. "Thank you. I really needed that." she chimed coming a few locks of her sunlight hair away from her face. There was no awkwardness, no blush, no timidity in her words. Then again she was never one for any of that. She found it impossible to live in that version of innocence and replaced it with her own definition of it. No one was entirely innocent or pure. She was not the only one, or the last, too be tainted, collected. "And sorry," it seemed like she was apologizing to him alot today or was it tonight? "If I made you awkward or uncomfortable at all it was not my intention," she knew dragons well enough not to offend them or push them too far over the edge. Then she giggled, covering her mouth with one hand and her eyes dancing. "I really need to learn to keep my hands to myself, just like you really need to loosen up." the last part about him was unnessessary but she couldn't help it. It was true, and she wasn't good at holding anything that came to her mind in. Almost as much as she was bad at lying, but good at only telling half truths. They weren't technically lies so she was still an incredibly honest person. And she would never do it to hurt someone else, just to protect herself.

Then she paused and cocked her head slightly to the right. She was forgetting something. Oh! Right! That! "You gave me something," she walked forward. Then touched her pointer finger lightly against his nose. "now I need to give you something. Kinda like three wishes, except I'm notta genie." She needed some way to repay him. Draco had just made her day, week, and most likely year. He had been kind when no one else would, he had found time when everyone else was too busy, he was there. That in itself was worth the world to her. "As long as each thing you wish for is within my power that is, and I'll let you know if it isn't, I'll get it done, some time or another." There was a lot of things that were in her power now. It it was personal though it might take longer. What she had been given was worth any amount of time his task was going to take though. She was too trusting. Rendering her soul for him, a stranger, like she was now, shame on her. But she would not take no for an answer on this one. She could not take something without giving more in return. You would think she had known him her entire life!

"I won't strike anyone with lightning or tear open the earth beneath them though....unless you give me a good reason too, then I might think about it!" she smiled jokingly sticking her tongue out. If he gave her a good reason, it would get her angry enough too, and that was the only reason. "Same for floods and earthquakes." she added easily. Floods and earthquakes where almost worse and took a longer time to clean up and mass amount of damage. If she thought about it, she really gave this guy the world on a silver platter. Striking a pose she stuck up three fingers to him. "You have three requests kid, choose wisely!"


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wordcount;; one thousand one hundred and ninty-two.
tagg;; draco the dragon you would swear was a gargoyle!
song;; breakeven by the script
ooc;; her telling him to loosen up was probably not a good idea. just like her giving him three requests.

[DRACO ALAUNOS BURR]

HOLD IT TOGETHER
birds of a feather, nothing but lies and crooked wings

I HAVE THE ANSWER
SPREADING THE CANCER

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Oh, what had he gotten himself into? At first he had been thinking in very simple term. Draco had been telling himself over and over in his head that he would let this girl hold onto him for a while and take up some of his time and then she would let go and they would part; for good. But now that his mind was absorbing the situation and he had come to trust that she truly was some kind of spirit that could control quite a bit of the earthly elements around them, Draco was finding that his sudden and strange situation could turn into something much more complex. If this girl really did hold such great powers then imagine the things that he would be capable of if he simply managed to be a friend of hers. She could control an entire season; take it and give it whenever she pleased. If he managed to befriend her then he could have that to back him up. He could be something again. Draco Alaunos Burr would no longer be a tainted name and he could be someone like he almost was so many years ago. He would no longer be known by his old clan as the traitor. If anything, he would be a great asset to his father’s clan after teaming up with this sweet smelling beauty! Beauty…

He supposed that it was true. Draco had not exactly taken any of his time to look her over and see her for what her image had to offer him. He had been too busy trying to decide whether she was dangerous or not. He hadn’t cared a bit about the way that she appeared to him now or then. But now that he did think about it, and now that he did dare to steal a glance down at the blond, he did come to realize that she was quite a pretty thing. Just another bonus that came along the powers, he supposed.

Draco wrinkled his nose, staring off toward the cold swamplands feeling slightly disgusted with himself. Of course, it would be the way that he should have been thinking all those years back. Had he been thinking that way then he would not have landed himself in his current predicament of being completely alone and pronounced dead to his old clan members. Not literally dead but… well, he was nothing to them now. All he had wanted to do was make himself worthy in their eyes. He had wanted to be a worthy and proud leader with clan mates who would be glad to call him their leader. That was all that Draco had ever wanted from them and he had hardly suspected that some female would push him right off of his pedestal and down into this rut. He had no idea that something that he had assumed to work so simply would make everything so complicated. Love was a dirty, rotten thing that had gotten him into his situation. So no matter how horrible he found his own thoughts toward this woman to be (of using her for nothing more than power), he knew that thinking in such a way was the only way to ever get anywhere in his meaningless life. It was the only way to make it meaningful. No- it was the only way to make it looked meaningful and perfect in the eyes of the only creature that he had ever wanted to see him as perfect. And that one being was no longer the spunky girl he had fallen in love with when he had been young. The only creature he wanted to be amazed with him was his father. And he had failed that so badly that he had been banished by him and forgotten. He may as well been filth beneath their feet now.

Draco again found himself drifting into the presence when the girl finally released him from her grasp. He wanted to roll his shoulders back and give them long stretch but Draco decided that he would do that when he felt more comfortable with his surroundings. Right now he still felt too stiff and cautious with this girl. And apparently he was not the only one that was aware of his nerves. Lovella decided to make a comment on it proving that she had noticed it in him as well. For the time, Draco just furrowed his brow at her and gave her a stubborn frown. Has she not mentioned that then maybe he would have opened up his mouth to agree with her on the first thing. Keeping her hands to herself would probably help out with making people feel less awkward, you know. But Draco kept that bit of information locked up in his brain rather than letting it roll off his tongue.

As Lovella again moved over in his direction, Draco made sure to keep perfectly still and to keep his hard stare glued to her as well. Ah, but she broke that tough exterior in an instant when she tapped his nose and again took him completely off guard.

Draco’s eyebrows shot up in an instant as he flinched backwards away from her touch. His eyes were about to narrow because of her constant touching but that thought sort of flew out the window when she mentioned that she was going to give him something in return. The dragon was interested now and his face showed that he was paying much more attention to what she was saying now that she had mentioned these favors. At first (before the idea sunk in) Draco felt a rush of excitement hit him. Sure none of it really sparkled all throughout his face but he did almost give her half a grin. It was hardly noticeable though. Once this idea had actually sunk in though, Draco frowned again and dropped his chin slightly. He honestly hadn’t the slightest clue of what he would wish for. He also felt a pang of greed because of his first reaction. He never really went around expecting people to give back to him, after all. and if she really was spring then maybe it was best to back off. Ah, why did she have to make things more complicated for him?

Finally though, Draco came to his decision. He turned his eyes away from her, looking away from her completely. He bit down hard on the inside of his cheek, quietly reconsidering his answer. When it finally did come out of him it sounded very forced and quite uncertain Still, Draco tried to play it cool. “I have no wishes.”

With that said Draco took a step back from her and bowed his head, peeking up at her through his shaggy mane of blond hair. Then in a quiet and sincere voice he murmured, “Please do not give me any temptations.” The words were quiet and his whole face had become rather rigid as the good started to fight with the bad inside of him. He knew that this was obviously a once in a life time chance. And he also knew that if he accepted nothing good would come of it and he would use it for things that she would surely not appreciate in the end. He couldn’t find the strength in him to do it either. Perhaps he really was too weak.

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tagged: miss random lovella
song: evil angel by breaking benjamin
words: one thousand two hundred thirty-seven
notes: tempt him X:

[LOVELLA FANCY JADE]

It felt like he had bit her; if he had it would have felt better. This rejection, this claim of wretchedness twisted and boiled under the skin of her finger then ghosted up to reach her entire body. Unworthy unwanted wretched. It was enough to make her gag. She was out of her element under his cold gaze but that simple motion, that flinch, stung like a wing. Then top layer of her torn away. The world was cold, cruel, and judgemental. There was so much hate, where she held so little. Any kind of emotion on that side of the spectrum was foreign ground. She didn't mind the words of insanity the whispers and taunts, they were all just jealous. Why? Well because, even throught the circumstances she faced and twisted in she could still find a small light, a little joy. Even if it was just dimmed and tainted through the haze of pain she fought so hard to mask. But here before this stranger, she felt exposed, wretched, for the first time in her eternity.

"Sorry." she repeated looking away, curling her hand against her chest, where her heart should have been. Sorry, there where so many things and people she could be sorry too and for but would never tell. Here and now she found herself whispering it for the little things. She had touched him, thus she was sorry. Would her touch melt his skin away? Did every word she uttered sting his ears? Doubtful. "Do I...scare....you?" the thought was foreign to her. Her, Lovella Fancy Jade; Her, Spring, how could she be terrifying? When her very nature was gentle until forced to be otherwise, unless absolutely neccessary. Spring searched her soul and all her power, and found nothing that would terrify anyone, especially now, in this broken state. She could not even melt snow on her own. Worthless, unworthy, unwanted, wretched. "Don't be," she added in a small, meeker voice. "it's not like I can hurt you." Lovella didn't realise how wrong she was. The girl could devistate him, ruin him, if she really wanted too.

Her heart jumped when he almost smiled at her, almost. She wanted to reach out and force it back, even as it fell. He was gorgeous, but then he probably already knew that. Oh to meet him when he was a child and most likely not so reserved! If she had met him before her own downfall than maybe her season would still glow so brightly. If there was such a man to erase her Graeta and reunite her with the peices of her soul, her heart, that he stole. But maybe's where just that maybe's. If any of her wishes came true it would drastically change her personality all together and she knew that would change everything. She would not be here right now, and right now wouldn't so dreary. But it was and nothing could change that, no matter how hard she tried, or cried. So she captured that almost smile and locked it away. Buried it safe within Graeta's messed-up leftovers.

Draco was strange. In confusion she cocked an eyebrow and him and dropped her arms loosly. "You've got to be kidding me." her eyes rolled and she planted one on her hip. This was seriously doubtful, unless he was dead, than maybe not. Everyone wanted something, just what some people wanted was more clear cut or abstract than others. "I mean, everyone has wishes. Dreams you know, those things you have when you close your eyes." almost childishly she covered her eyes with both hands. Dreams, her own where impossible to accomplish. Some things, regrets and mistakes, you just can't get rid of or mask. What you could do was try your best to make the world brighter with what you have left. Which for her was not much. Definately not. Everything she did seemed tempered and half-assed. "And don't tell me you don't have those, because I know you do." Everyone did, as far as she knew it was immpossible not to have them. She even tried it, too be anti-dream. "Your alive," she shook her head. "You exist," she corrected absently. "don't you?" Even seeds had a dream, they wanted to be trees, and trees wanted to bare fruit, and fruit wanted to be eaten.

Shifting her weight to her right leg she rested one hand on her hip. "You are going to accept my kindness whether You. Like. It. Or. Not." she stated confidently, and boldly. She was going out on a limb here, and might be pushing his limits, but did Love care? NO! She would have her way if she had to force, ha! yea right! as if she could!, it outta him. She sighed harshly as she ran her free hand threw her hair, pulling the long strands of hair back. "I don't do this everyday you know. Just run around handing out three wishes to everyone I meet. You're lucky, kid." technically he was, seriously she was old enough to have known the first dragon. He was so terribly young to her. At that thought her eyes softened again. The first dragon was actually a girl, just so you know, and was fiesty and irritable and intolerable. Not a very fun person to hang around with at. all.

"Please," her voice was meek again. Almost on instinct she reached out a hand again, if only just to run it threw his blonde hair, so she could see his eyes better, but froze just before she touched him and then pulled back and looked away. Her hair over shadowing her face. "It would mean a lot to me if you would let me do this for you." It would, it really truly would. She would feel needed, neccessary, more like herself again. She hadn't been herself in such along time. Curling the had she almost touched him with against her chest, she let out a sigh. Tilting her head a little she glanced at him from around her curtain of hair, but then glanced away quick. Kinda how a child did when they didn't want someone too know they were looking. "I mean I'de tell you if any of them would present a moral problem for me, I do have my limits you know, morals too. Even spirits have those." she added twisting a few strands around one finger. She chewed on her lower lip as her eyes dance to him and then away again. Words echoed threw her head, her limitations, her morals. They painted themselves just behind her eyes. Yeah she'd tell him. Lovella Jade was open enough to do so. Most people didn't think the 'mortal' ways and mindsets didn't reach to creatures, and beings like me. Dragons, gargoyles, demons, sure they could have them. But not spirits, they were outside reality, existance, they were a world apart form everyone els. It was not fair.


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wordcount;; onthousand two hundred fifty-three
tagg;; draco the ice-cold dragon.
music;; breakeven by the script
ooc;; just so you know she's going to get her way even if she has to chase him around the world.

[DRACO ALAUNOS BURR]

HOLD IT TOGETHER
birds of a feather, nothing but lies and crooked wings

I HAVE THE ANSWER
SPREADING THE CANCER

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Scare him? Well, in all honesty, that was hardly the case but now that Draco really pondered on that question he decided that he probably should have been afraid of a force like spring. In truth though, he had not been really frightened by her touch. All it had done was startled and confused him a little. Draco was not really all that accustom to people going around and poking his nose or even touching him at all. He was hardly around other living things as it was and even before he had been cast out of his clan he had never had much affection given to him. Neither of his parents had spoiled him with any kind of touches; not even a simple embrace. But that was only normal to him. His father wasn’t one to show too many emotions most of the time. He had far too strong a reputation to live up to, Draco always guessed. As for Draco’s mother she was just far too frightening to want to give a hug to. She wasn’t physically ugly but she gave off the kind of impression that she would rather not be wasting her time with you. It was like she constantly had something better to do than show any affection to either of her boys. It was only normal in his clan though. No affection was simply apart of his life and it always had been. Well, at least for the most part. Affection was kind of frightening.

Draco just turned his eyes away from her at first while pressing his lips tightly together in thought. He decided that he needed to answer things carefully as she seemed to be rather sensitive. Or perhaps he was just worrying too much over it? Oh no, you could never over worry about something could you? It was always good to be careful and that was something that Draco wished he had learned a long time ago. He had known to be careful but he had not known how to be careful enough. The last thing that Draco wanted to do was somehow end up in trouble with a seasonal spirit like Lovella here. He already had himself kicked out of a clan and didn’t need spring hating him to be plastered to his rather poor reputation. Finally he looked back up toward her. “You hadn’t frightened me,” he admitted. “Only startled me.”

When she looked annoyed, Draco couldn’t help but feel the same emotion stirring inside of him. However, he refrained from rolling his eyes at her.

Sure he had dreams and wishes and what not but that didn’t mean that he should really fulfill any of them. It would be selfish to ask if she could smite his younger brother and strike some horrible fear into his arrogant heart. Anything else that he wanted simply could not be mended with simple wishes. True and meaningful words full of acceptance could really be the only thing to heal what he really wished to have but that would never happen considering the circumstances. Draco could never take back the mistakes that he had made and he could never gain his father’s forgiveness or his place with his clan again. It was impossible and Draco was not about to go on his hands and knees begging for forgiveness from all of them. He would never do such a thing. Breaking down and bowing was not in his blood. His blood ran thick with solid beliefs that he would be nothing but weak if he asked for the mercy of someone. He was raised to choose death over begging. If he couldn’t do it alone he was useless in any case.

He was alive? Maybe he was on the outside but if that reflected the inside he may have been dead for many years. The moment he had been proclaimed dead by his family he had decided that Draco Alaunos Burr may as well been dead. Ah, but Lovella was quick to wise up on that question. He did, in fact, exist. That was something that Draco could not deny her since he was standing there before her at that very moment. Still though he lacked an answer for her and just furrowed his brow angrily tossing his head in another direction. A tinge of his stubbornness was flowing through him strong now as she tried to convince him that she was going to have her way. His brows furrowed and he gazed back in her direction. “Some of us are quite content with how things are and do not need things to be granted through wishes,” he snapped suddenly. Part of him instantly regretted the choice but now that he had done it his mind would not let him back down and show any kind of remorse at the moment. He wanted to turn around and walk away from her but his father’s commands were still enduring in his mind. Never turn your back.

The girl was quick to change her tone though (like he though; emotional). She was back to seeming more feeble and hurt rather than keeping up with her fiery disposition earlier. Draco, however, couldn’t flip his switch quite as quickly as her though. Draco wasn’t that bipolar. He was still calm and collected, just rather annoyed that she was so keen on making these silly wishes come true for him. It wasn’t like he wanted to share any of it with her anyways. It was personal and only belonged to him and his heart. He didn’t want to share any of that with her. Before speaking again he took in a long breath through his nostrils, trying to be sure to select his words a bit more carefully this time around. Whether it was for her feelings or his life he really wasn’t completely sure. Maybe it was for both of them.

He eyed her silently for a moment though, seeing that she once again seemed tempted to touch him. This time he held still though, simply watching and waiting. There was no touch this time though. She changed her mind before there was any contact between the two.

“I have no wishes that can be made real,” he answered with a huff. “So please offer your generosity elsewhere.” He gazed around the swamp and then looked back at her while raising his chin. “I think I know something that could use it more than I.”

The world; that was something that could really make do with her powers right now and there were many others who would benefit from it, he assumed. He had never known such a thing as spring until now. He had not gotten much of it but a simple touch against his nose and a long embrace. From that he was sure that maybe spring was a worthwhile season. It was something that could really use being added back to the list of seasons. It would let the world breathe easier again and have a time of… whatever spring was. His generation could get a look at it too. He was blessed enough just to have a glimpse. But that was not truly his own wish because he could live without the season. He always had and could for the rest of his life if he had to. It was just another something that Draco had grown with. No spring. No affection.

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tagged: miss random lovella
song: evil angel by breaking benjamin
words: one thousand two hundred forty
notes: that doesn't mean he won't put up a fight xD

[LOVELLA FANCY JADE]

There were reason's Love did not run around blabbing to the entire world that she was Spring. Most of the time she was good at keeping her own secret claiming to be a fairy with no wings, or things of the sort. That she had lost them in some freak accident or another and people often believed her. She didn't need much explination or indepth reasoning for them to forget they ever saw any lapse in her judgement. Rarely did she ever use her gifts now, they were rusty and now only chose certain emotions to expose themselves on. She lost stability when she lost her heart, and some would even claim her mind. It wasn't that bad, some people would claim that insanity was better than anything, there is no illusion of fate then. Your vision of the real needs to atleast once be truly clouded before you can actually see whats really there, before you learn to see into the hearts of men, and women. She is just finding her way too that, too enlightenment and all.

Reasons, there were a few, but the strongest was the questions that would accompany the knowlege. The looks she then would recieve. Oh, how people would look at her then! How people would fear her. She wouldn't stand to well for that. Then people might beg for her return. What they didn't know, what no one knew, was that she couldn't. The season was locked deep in a part of herself that she couldn't reach on her own. She could twist and turn her mind, mold around any bone of joy and aspiration that anyone could give her, and still not be able to reach it. Lovella had lost herself a long time ago. A self is a big and bad thing to loose, but too be unable to even look for it on your own makes it worse. That is the situation Lovella Fancy Jade had been forced into by her oh-so-perfect Graeta. If he really loved her than why did he even leave in the first place, hmmm?

But she didn't think about that now, not him, not while she stood before this new white-blonde dragon with the frozen eyes. A soft sigh crossed her lips. Startled, she had done that before, but still faultered under the weight of the world. It was better than feared though. "Thank god! startled I can handle. No one's ever been afraid of me though." she added with a shrug. Lovella liked people and hated it when she herself was the cause of discomfort or pain of any kind. She was not one for self-punishment though, so she had a slight habit of putting herself down emotionally.

Silence, she hated the word. Silence was pain and realization, and memory. Silence made her realise exactly how alone she really was. Lovella never did do well with alone, but it was a constant poltergiest of hers now, clinding to her like a shadow. Alone stung like a poisoned arrow and wore her like a dress. But she wasn't alone right now. Someone stood before her, as cold as stone sure enough, but there. So his words stung deeper and twisted the knife that was already planted inside her heart. "W-what's that supposed to mean?" the words almost came out hissed. "How do you know I'm not happy with the way things are?" She had made it kind of obvious. But, but so had he. If he could lie so balantly then.....so be it. "I'm perfectly fine." she grumbled narrowing her eyes slightly. Lie.

Lielielielielie. Why must it be like this? Why must every truth she tell be shaded in lies and taste like hell? Ash brimestone. When she was a being of everything but. What happened to purity and light? Smiles rainbows sunshine? Had she fallen so far? Where her own nature would desert her and she would react in such a way to everything. Lies, wretched, distraught, hatefull lies. but she did not hate, instead she felt the oposite. She did not wish for hate to come from it, she wanted everything but for him to hate her. Healing, something she had never imaged. He was her wish, she just did not know it yet.

She stumbled forward again anyways, against all of his previous reactions. Slowly she pressed one palm against his forehead running his fingers through his bangs the other rested on his cheek. "Your hurt." she shouldn't have said that, it just kind of slid out. Her eyes softened a vast extent. There was no physical damage, but there were plenty of shards engraved into his soul, threw which she could see, that mirrored her own. She hated other peoples pain. "Let me help you, please." She was practically begging though she did not realise it. Another thing that happened subconsciously. "So what if I wish to share a little of my unused talent with you?" Her eyes searched his features and held onto the unfamiliar ones. That was not his nose, his forehead, his eyes where just a little too far apart, his skin was too smooth, too cold.

Turning away when the last of his words registered she tightly gripped the sides of her chest as her body began to shake. He wanted her to do the impossible. To become spring again. "I cant!" Her knees buckled and she sunk to the cold ground. Leaning forward and gasping for air. She shook, and the gorund did too, slightly. "I can't! and no one understands that. I can't be Spring anymore!" He was gone. Gone! She was alone. She couldn't be. Not now not ever. Why was she always alone? Why always her? "Why can't I just be me, why isn't that enough? Why is it never enough?" He voice got very smallShe felt weak, but she never really was. She didn't cry. Just knelt there, curled over, with her eyes wide and staring at the ground. He had tore open a gash that should have healed over a long time ago, on accident.

"I wish I was never created."

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wordcount;; onethousand eighty-three a little short.
tagg;; draco the grumpy dragon.
music;; breakeven by the script
ooc;; and now she's freaking out. thankyou draco!