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Post by Sync on Mar 6, 2011 18:51:57 GMT
 His bag was packed, he sat on his bed staring at them mournfully. Little over a month ago, he'd moved in here. Now he was leaving. He was a little relieved he wasn't leaving to go back to jail again. But right now, where he was going seemed worse. Plus, what he was going to be doing could end with him back in jail. His teeth sunk down on his bottom lip, determined not to cry. But then, an image of Bella popped into his mind. His expression scrunched into one of emotional pain, his form standing suddenly. He couldn't stay in here much longer, and decided he was going to wait outside. He picked up the one duffel bag, which contained the tiny amount of possessions he owned, and left the room. His oracles glided over it slowly, making sure he hadn't left anything behind. He hadn't, and with a deep sigh he left.
His movements were sluggish, apparently even his body didn't want to leave the place he was beginning to see as home. Last night he'd been at the bar with Dafydd and Ieuan. It was their good bye, and it had been emotional to say the least. Especially with Ieuan. The two males showed a side that would never arise again, and wouldn't speak of it ever. But, it showed how close the males really were. Even if it didn't seem like it. The day he had spent with Bella, and he hoped that she'd come down to see him this morning. He hadn't text her though, it was up to her. His feet dragged as he left Dakota halls, scratching against the ground annoyingly. Sadness was evident in his posture, it was even etched on his expression. For once, he didn't attempt to smother it. He sank down heavily onto the stone steps outside the halls, dropping his head into his hands as his elbows rest on his thighs.
He was now sat up right again, his expression blank and his posture uncomfortable. He wanted Bella, and decided that was who he was going to get. Standing up again, he pushed his way back up and pushed his way back into the halls. He took the stairs two at a time, well aware that it was 8am and he may be about to wake Bella. For once, he didn't care. He jogged down to her room, and came to a sudden halt outside hers. His fist rasped on the door, and he had to force himself to stop. He needed her in his arms right now, aware that the longer he stayed with her the harder it would be to leave. Still, he couldn't make himself walk away. In fact, he knocked again and leaned against the door frame heavily. "Hurry up Bella. Hurry, hurry, hurry." he murmured, slight desperation in his vocals. |
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Post by Onzy on Mar 6, 2011 19:48:31 GMT
  Bella sat on her unmade bed. She was wearing black baggy tracksuit pants and an orange tank top with Snoopy on it. Woolen socks covered her feet, and now blonde hair hung around her face, covering her eyes. Her knees were drawn up to her chest, and she methodically stroked Samson who lay tight next to her. In her mind she was replaying memories from the last month that she had spent with Kian. From that first meeting at the paddocks, to the first time he kissed her, and lastly the final day that they had spent together. Each one held something special, and the thought that it was all she was going to be left with was breaking her.
She had been up since four, unable to sleep further than the few hours from midnight. The nightmares and the headaches had gone away with Kian in her life, and now they were back, though not as bad as before. The sun tried to pierce the curtains, and with a slow, almost painful movement, Bella got up to open them. The light hurt her eyes, and she blinked back the sting. A knock on the door alerted her to a presence, but she ignored it, thinking it was Andrew. The last person she wanted to see was her twin, although he already knew what she was going through. She just wanted to be alone for the rest of the day, maybe she would even find Dafydd and camp out in his office. Bunking out in the stables sounded good too. Yet every place that came to mind had too many memories. The horses, the office, the common room, everywhere.
The knocking came again, and she groaned aloud. Opening the door, Bella was frozen at the person she saw. Kian was still here, and he was in front of her, but she was frozen to the spot. She let out a choked sob, and for once she knew that her safeguards were cracking. Kian? she asked softly, just wanting to know that it was him. Her voice was hoarse, and somewhat raw. Sometime she had cried, she knew that. It would also probably account for her red eyes and slightly swollen cheeks.
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Post by Sync on Mar 6, 2011 21:04:43 GMT
After what felt like an eternity, she finally opened the door. He still got a little shock when he saw the blonde hair replacing the brunette he was used to. But her features are what made his heart shudder. Her red oracles and swollen cheeks made him swallow hard, and that choked sob wrenched his heart from his chest. "It's me Bells, i'm still here." he said back, just as quiet. His own mask was close to breaking, and he just couldn't hold back any more. He pulled her into his arms, holding her as tight as possible without hurting her. His head lowered so that he could crash his lips onto hers, trying to get as close as humanly possible. His kiss forced the desperation that he was feeling onto her, he didn't want to leave and his actions proved that. But as well as that, it channeled the pure love and devotion he knew he now felt for her. Yes, devotion. This was strange for Kian, he'd never felt this before. But it wasn't unwelcome. In fact, it was embraced.
He pulled away suddenly, feeling eyes upon them. He'd been so wrapped up in Bella that he hadn't heard the approach. He released Bella and spun around to face the intruder, his posture protective. He immediately straightened up when he met the cool eyes of his father though. When you looked at Bryn Landeg, you could tell he was Kian's father immediately. He had the same, icy gray oracles and his features were shaped in exactly the same way. He was much thicker set than Kian though, and about three inches taller. His hair was also a little darker, nearing black than brown. He was an imposing man, his presence enough to threaten anyone. He always had been the same, Kian's mother had been petrified of him. And before Bella, Kian had the same views of women as his father. But now, it was completely different. Kian watched as his fathers eyes ran over Bella, his expression turned into a leer. Anger boiled in Kian's blood, he moved himself to obstruct Bryn's view. He didn't want his fathers eyes moving any further, or him getting any ideas. Bryn's head snapped up and he smirked at his son. "Well, isn't this cozy. Kian son, why didn't you tell me about your new toy?" his father drawled, causing Kian to growl at his choice of words. "Because I didn't want you to get your disgusting hands on her." he snapped, instantly regretting it. Once they left, Kian knew he was going to have it.
Bryn just smiled, but his oracles flashed dangerously. He stayed outside the room, watching the way his son moved himself to obstruct the girl from his view. Every movement Bryn made, Kian made one in response. This fascinated Bryn, he'd never seen his son like this. Though Kian thought Bryn had been out of his life since he was just a child, Bryn hadn't gone very far. In fact, he'd kept so many tabs on the boy he could recall every movement. It was only when he arrived at the college did he loose touch. This place had some good security. The older male watched as Kian turned to look at the girl, who Bryn now got a good look at. She was a pretty little thing, would do his business proud. He smirked a little, not much unlike his sons signature one, picturing her as one of the girls lives he already controlled. He was a pimp, and Kian was coming to work for him as one of his body guards. He would be in charge of taking girls to and from the clients mostly, among other things. Bryn was also involved in many other crimes, but his name was much more associated with his merchandise. This girl could well bring him a lot of money. When Kian turned again, he seemed to read the expression on his fathers face perfectly. His own expression turned horrified. "No f*****g way!" he shouted, his stance becoming threatening. His features contorted with anger, he didn't want those damn thoughts even passing by in his fathers mind.
"Fine." his father snapped. "But she'd be good for the business." Bryn added, quite smug in his tone. Kian's hackles rose, and he advanced toward his father. He stopped suddenly, knowing he'd be worse off. He moved back a couple of steps, and slipped her arm around Bella's waist. Bryn's eyes narrowed, his eyes on Kian's arm, and then he spoke. "Are you ready to go Kian, we don't have much time before I have to be back." he snapped, looking up to meet the eyes of his son. Kian looked pained and then suddenly the answer sprung to mind. "No." he said quietly. "Good, now lets get going before the traff- Wait, did you just say no?" Bryn looked startled, nobody ever said no to him. "I did say No. I'm not going with you." Kian's grip tightened on Bella, it was obvious that he was shaking. But there was no way he was going now, he just couldn't. His cold, defiant eyes met the ablaze angered ones of his father. He knew, right then, that he didn't want to go off the rails once more. And he was going to fight to stay right where he was. There was no doubt in his mind that this wasn't going to end well though. He gulped nervously at that thought.
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Post by Onzy on Mar 6, 2011 21:42:13 GMT
  Bella was willingly drawn into Kian's embrace. She didn't object or fuss. She had no will to fight anymore. It was to be their final goodbye, and she accepted it. The desperation in his kiss folded to her own, as she molded her lips easily with his. Time seemed to stop and all sense of thought was lost. Then Kian drew out, and then reality hit. Standing there was a man who Bella didn't know, but she knew enough to have panic fill her at the sight of him. She didn't let it show, but she was thankful for Kian though. His father's words made her blood run so cold, she wondered if her circulation had stopped. It wasn't his choice of wording, but rather the voice behind it. Malice was what she picked up. This man enjoyed hurting others.
She was sickened to her very core. Bella kept her mind blank, and her breathing even, but it was as if she could smell the metallic rust smell of blood, she tasted it in her mouth. If Kian's father decided to do something, there wasn't much to be done in the way of protection. Kian could only do so much. He turned to look at her, and she met his grey oracles, so much warmer than the ones that seemed to be inspecting her. The wave of nausea washed over her again, and Bella fought back the bile. It was disgusting to say the least, and she marked the differences between this man and Kian.
Bella started slightly when Kian shouted, but took solace in the fact that she could see her brother not to far off, obviously keeping out of sight, but not out of mind. She loved twin telepathy at these times. Hopefully Andrew would have some smarts about him and call security. She wasn't counting on it. Andrew would fight his- and her- battles. Please don't do anything stupid, she pleaded silently with Kian. The tension in the air was at breaking point, and if something wasn't done soon, then it would be an ugly end. She refused to listen to anything that man said, knowing that it wouldn't help her if she did.
Kian slipped his arm around her waist, but even then she couldn't take comfort in it. Now was not the time to play hero. Actually focusing on the words, she heard those that she didn't want to hear. That Kian was leaving, maybe never coming back. Slowly she felt her break into another smaller piece. Her mind refused to register that Kian had answered his father with a word that she wanted to hear for so long. No? He had said no? His grip on her waist tightened, and she felt his shaking. It seemed that she was breathing for both of them, and so she calmed her breaths, and allowed Kian to feel it for himself.
Andrew watched as the whole scene transpired. His features were drawn into a worried pattern, and he allowed Bella to see him just briefly. He would keep watching though, and if anything, would try and help. He felt oddly sick, but he knew it was just a reaction to his sister's feelings. He could murder that Kian for bringing this to his sister, but he could do so much worse to the man that was making his sister feel like this. Cold anger were in his eyes, and he wanted the whole situation to be over.
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