,,Until Spring's tears dry//open

[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 frustrating him a great deal now, though he was unaware whether she could tell that he was having quite a bit of inner turmoil at the moment. His brow furrowed at her when she snapped back at him, suddenly telling him that she was just fine too. Did she forget how painfully obvious she had made her case to be a few moments ago? She had been sobbing into his shirt about how she had been forgotten and turned into a myth rather than being a reality. Did she forget that moment or was she simply being stubborn and upset with him? He knew she was lying to him, he knew that these words she was sharing with him now were not the truth. She was still the same girl who had thrown herself at a random stranger for comfort a few moments ago. Draco knew that she was still the same, broken spring that had introduced herself to him moments ago. Now his words had simply hardened her a bit and made her sore at him. But he couldn’t help but snap when she was being so pushy and invading so much of his space. Nobody bossed Draco Alaunos Burr around. It was a prince thing that he still had some trouble forgetting he didn’t rightfully hold anymore. He supposed some habits died harder than others did. Being stubborn and not backing down from almost anything was one of those habits.

Draco decided not to answer her. He bit down on his tongue hard and tried to keep himself from even thinking of an answer since he would surely be tempted to give one if he dared to think of her situation. How did he know that she was not content with how things were going for her? Hah- take a few guesses, huh?

He kept his eyes narrowed on the girl, forcing down the bad emotions and letting them turn around in his stomach a bit where he would attempt to keep them all locked away. Surely there was something else that deserved to have this anger anyways. No matter the things she said that quirked his bad nerve, Draco was going to try his best to not overreact to anything. Besides, he wasn’t one for confrontation these days as he really did not need to further push his name further back into the pages of history as a name that should never be used again or even spoken of with the slightest hint of pride or interest. He didn’t want to be completely worthless and just a smudge on the page of a book of histories. He was already a traitor. A traitor who had almost taken the life of his own father. Next he would be the traitor who almost killed his father who tormented Spring. Perfect. But he could stop it if he managed to keep the anger boiled down to nothing. All he had to do was keep biting his tongue… the best he could do.

Unfortunately Draco could feel those emotions trying to rise again as she stepped closer to him. He almost felt a growl getting ready to erupt now but it only came out as soft vibrations that could hardly be heard by the human ear. When she did press her hand on his forehead and let her fingers travel up into his hair, Draco’s instincts began to kick into him. Softly at first but it wasn’t long before his brain was urging him to get her away from him. He didn’t want her touching him; she could have been a threat. She could cast some kind of spell on him or kill him. The frosty blue eyes were still narrowed at her and the gentle tickling sensation continued in his chest just in case he needed to bring forth a full blown growl to get her to back off of him. She saved herself from that though, catching him off guard again. He was still tensed and his eyes still narrowed but it seemed that he had to catch his breath now and the wannabe growl faded into absolutely nothing. It was just a clear breathing passage that was halted for the moment while he digested the words that she had offered to him.

Help? Why would she want to help him anyways? She had offered him wishes and she was offering help, but Draco couldn’t understand why she wanted to give any of this to him! She looked in his eyes, assuming that he was hurt… but he wasn’t going to admit out loud that she was right about it. Draco couldn’t simply admit that he was… hurt. Not even to himself did he want to admit such a thing! It wasn’t in his nature to admit that he was weak to anyone. Especially himself. It was something he hid from himself every day of his life since that time. It wasn’t… he wasn’t raised… it simply wasn’t Draco. That was the best way to put things.

Again, Draco couldn’t answer her.

Draco took a quick step back away from her when she broke down again, this time falling down to the ground. For a moment, Draco could only watch her. His eyebrows were raised up and his eyes softened a bit. He really hadn’t seen many creatures do this before him. His family was far too proud and usually he didn’t come across very many others so he had never really had a chance to know anyone well enough for- well, he didn’t know her at all. There had been one person he recalled looking so sad and broken… disappointed in him. Draco never thought about her though. He didn’t like to remember her since all it did was make his chest tighten and his thoughts turn to a mush of sadness. He hadn’t seen her break though. She had been stronger… he supposed she hadn’t suffered the full blow right in front of him that night.

He hadn’t the slightest idea how to go about fixing this woman. He didn’t want to carry that responsibility on his shoulders! He hardly knew the girl! Draco didn’t know how to be soft either. Maybe deep down there was a tenderness but he had yet to really understand what to do with it. He had some control of it before but this cold shell he had taken on was trying desperately to keep it locked away from him. He wasn’t what Lovella needed. He was not the answers to her hopes and dreams. He was simply a dragon, a traitor, and a nobody. And nobody could do nothing. Wait… that didn’t sound quite right.

Finally the soft vibrating that had been going on in his chest before returned exploding into a full throttle snarl. He wasn’t quite sure what came over him. Just the irritation, perhaps. He had turned around so he wasn’t facing her as the faint roar left his throat and entered the space around them. It could have been so much louder than that… in any case, he shook his head and brought his hands up to his temples. His fingers ran quickly through his blond hair and then fell back down to his sides. Now he just stood there, not facing her, while looking down at the ground.

“You’re just supposed to do what you have to do!” he murmured quickly with obvious frustration in his voice. “It’s your fate to be spring because nobody else can do it! Why give away something that everyone loves so much when you have the choice to be loved by so many just by being what you were meant to be. Nobody can even take it from you; nobody can dethrone you because you’re one of a kind. Don’t you understand that… why would you give that away?"

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tagged: miss random lovella
song: evil angel by breaking benjamin
words: one thousand three hundred twelve
notes: >D he's irritated now

[LOVELLA FANCY JADE]

Pain, there was a time where she did not truly know what it meant to be in pain. When she was Spring who would dare touch her, abuse her, use her? Well one did but that's not the point. No sane person would have made any move against her. But now, now was different. People bled and died everyday, something she would not have noticed before, and now it wieghed greatly on a heart that she no longer had. A heart that did not belong to her anymore. Now it lay somewhere else, far away, not looking for her, not waiting for her, hell it probably now belonged to someone else entirely. She owned nothing, no one owned her. She was lost, and wished so greatly to be found. A broken toy of a spoiled child, tossed aside and silently pleading to be fixed. What was so wrong with her? Why must she feel so much pain? She had deserted the world, so in turn it deserted her. But why did it have to be that way? Someone needed to accept her for who she was and not hate her for who she now refused to be.

Graeta's storm had passed years ago. She could ignore the constant emptiness, until she tried to be spring again. The spirit the season once was, was as good as dead when most of her did not want to be spring anymore. She had too want it, and she had no reason too anymore. So she did not tell people what she was. Preferring to remain anonymous, species-less. Just watching time pass and she trickled threw her eternity, wasting it. People died to keep who the where intact, there identities never left them, she faded in and out of society running from hers. How terrible to feel that you need to run, to hide, from yourself to survive, too feel real. She very much so was but if she let her secret desires, the things that stung at her soul the most, catch up to her, the reality of it all would be....suffercating. Lovella would not allow herself to wither.

Spring was warmth, and joy, and life, and creation. Most of which skipped over her entirely now. So what though? She could not be what the world wanted from her anymore. It had not stopped her before. But before her stood ignorance but not willing ignorance. He wanted to know, if only a little. She knew though, that allowing him such an honor would force upon her esposure. Exposure that would destroy everything she worked hard for. Love was not willing to go back. She did not want to be Spring anymore so she could not be, what was so hard to understand about that fact. If he had known he would not have asked of her such things. He would not have said such terrible thing. If he had known that in the asking and saying he might have destroyed the very thing he asked to return then he would probably have remained silent. Probably. But maybe then it was best that he had spoken. Was it good for her too hide who she was? Too remain a secret, even from herself? Doubtful.

Here, before this man she had never met, Spring had caught up with Lovella Fancy Jade. There was no more running, or hiding, just crumbling, falling, and tumbling. All that was left of her lay before her, which was nothing. An empty shell and now she realised it. He had forced her to gaze within her own muck. No! He had not offended her, had not angered her. Just forced her to view herself as she was, without the filter of before. Rotten. Vermin. Wretched. Did he know? Did Draco know what he had done?!? What he could not take back?!? Her soul twisted and balcked under the lash his words unconciously applyed. He had to have known. Why else would he go through such pains to reveal the flaws in her own judgement? Why had she offered her secret up to him in the first place? It should have been expected. Anyone would have done the same. Lovella was so irresponsible. So, so, childish! and foolish! and usless! Wretched. She deserved to be thrown for society and rejected. She was at war with herself. Her true nature versus her half-nature. Neither showed sign of giving up, wavering, or loosing.

Fear, that was it! Fear from the snarl that now caused her body to tremble. A snarl of rage that shook the forrest and caused her body to tremble, and now she fear. Oh! How she feared! Everything, the trees and ground that shied away and now rejected them both, and almost him. Draco, the grumpy dragon, who reopened every wound she had worked so hard to scab over. Covering her ears in rejection of his every word, shaking her head almost habitually. No! Lovella would not hear this, not from him who knew nothing! Nothing of her, nothing of her season, nothing of the truth, nothing of nothing but his own little world that he created for himself. She would not be a victim. Not anymore. No! Damnit, stop it, stop twisting the knife you have latched onto! Do not turn the key you are threatening to twinst. Do not unlock all the her secrets that she hid even from herself.

Then she scream. No tears, her eyes remained dry, she was out of them. She was not angry, but being confronted with all this hurt. "Because none of them matter! Not when he's gone! I don't want to be loved if not by him! I don't deserve it! I dont!" Her world twisted and changed right in front of her squeezed shut eyes. "I will never be Spring again! Not until he's here to share it with me. Not until he realises he was wrong and comes back. I don't want to live forever unless he's with me. It's not worth it!" She was being selfish, so terribly selfish. And it hurt. She was hurting the world, all for one man. When the enitre world could use her, could love her. "I don't want to be alone anymore. If I go back I always will be. I have to be." Being a season was like being in a cage. There were things she needed to do all the time. A season had no time for freinds, love. They were rarely granted such. She had been one of the lucky ones at the time. Or so she had thought.

A sigh butterflied across her trembling lips. She bit her lip a little. Too trusting, that's how all the other seasons had described her. Here she was spilling her sould for him. "I never wanted this. Spring, any season really, is more of a burden than a blessing. Everyone always wants something, nothings ever good enough. No breaks, or vacations. No time to rest or relax." It meant someone always wanted something. Everyone was a critic. It was a thankless job really. "Why can't Lovella Fancy Jade ever just be enough? What's so bad about her?" she had coumd to seriously like Lovella, and maybe the rest of the world would too, eventually.


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wordcount;; onthousand two hundred and fifty eight (still a little short)
tagg;; draco the grumpy dragon
music;; breakeven by the script
ooc;; your breaking my poor girls heart all over again! I hope he's happy.

[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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He. This he must have been Graeta? Draco wasn’t really sure what to make of the dragon that she had mistaken him for but he must done a fair amount of damage to do something like this to a spirit. She was a whole season for crying out loud and she was acting like a broken woman! Weren’t things like elements and seasons and the sort supposed to be much less human than this? Draco had sort of grown up with this idea that they were far greater beings than anything like himself could ever understand. Like emotion was beyond them and completely under their control. Nothing would sway them emotionally since they were stable and set. But this ordeal was proving that assumption all wrong. She was a mess. He didn’t mean to sound cold hearted or anything but good Reena she really wasn’t in the best of shape was she? He wanted to feel sorry for the poor thing. Okay, Draco already did feel sorry for her. He was just sort of wound up in the idea that she had something. People still loved the idea of having her around and wanted her to be around. People prayed constantly for the spring to return yet here she was moping around and never returning all of the love that these people felt toward her. Then again, by now, they may have been just a little bit spiteful toward her for not coming back.

His heart had began to race; he was feeling extremely uncomfortable and a bit irritable with miss Lovella since she was just so… not what he had expected something like her to be. Had he been in her shoes then he would gladly give the people what they wanted because in return he would have their praise and he would be something to someone. Even if some disliked what he did he would still have thousands who would anticipate having his influence around every year. Why wouldn’t you take that opportunity? It was so much better than being nothing and alone and… well, look at her. She wasn’t happy with what she was so she wasn’t going to be what was right for her to be. Then again, what did he know about her. He just assumed that spring liked being spring because that would be where they felt comfortable. Just like the way he had liked being a prince.

Draco felt a few more very light snarls release themselves from his throat as he began to pace slightly. Then he quickly wiped back around to face her. “Please, stop that,” he snapped suddenly. But then he furrowed his brow, looking truly apologetic for a moment. He had let his anger catch a hold of him again. That was something he really didn’t like coming out either. He wasn’t bred to be a complete asshole, after all. “Please. Can’t you see the opportunity that you have? You can be spring with or without someone because you’re… you’re strong enough I think. I mean, you’re a spirit of season that’s supposedly full of life! People love you. Loved you… still could.”

The dragon sighed, bringing his hands to his face. He dug his nails gently into his face while he tried to connect all of these fuzzy little dots drifting around in his head. He just couldn’t understand her no matter how badly that he tried to. How had he landed himself in this situation? All he had been doing was coming down into the forest to find something that he could eat. All he had wanted was some damn dinner and he had ended up here with all these confusing emotions. Some of his own boiled dangerously every so often. He didn’t want to play with his. He didn’t want to remember them or feel them anymore than he had when he had first been banished. He wanted to forget it all, not remember. He didn’t want to dwell on it or talk about it. She seemed a bit different though. She seemed to want to dwell on the things that had hurt her rather than moving on. And she wasn’t happy like- oh right, he wasn’t such a happy-go-lucky chum either. But at least he wasn’t a complete mess either. Draco could keep himself better composed.

He really wasn’t used to doing all of this talking anymore. Had she met him some years earlier then maybe. But now speaking so much was foreign and odd. Not to mention extremely uncomfortable. Draco wasn’t even sure why he was doing as much speaking as he was. Of course he wasn’t doing half as much as her but it was still enough to tip his usual scale of chatter. It was doing a good deal of making him want to shut up though now that he thought about it. She didn’t want to hear any of it from him. She would probably much rather have him gone than here. All he seemed to be doing was making her cry and moan about the things that were and never would be. Draco seemed to be nothing but a bad reminded of this old love and a reminder of what she could be.

He furrowed his brow with the guilt overcoming him now. A frown forming on his lips as he dropped his icy stare toward the ground.

“I’m sorry. Please don’t be upset anymore.”

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tagged: miss random lovella
song: evil angel by breaking benjamin
words: nine hundred five
notes: he'll try to make up for it, promise!