, out of goodbyes

[oliviarose]

[atrb=cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 75px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 75px; background: url(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs26/f/2008/074/e/3/pattern_by_miseryloneliness.png), bTable][atrb=style, background: url(http://i54.tinypic.com/25ss9qx.jpg); -moz-border-radius-topleft: 75px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 75px; height:250; opacity: 0.8] Now that I've done my time I need to move on and I need you to try Cause we're out of goodbyes, we're out of goodbyes...

[atrb=style, background: #26292e;] Face down in a folded up powder blue gown humming was the only sound coming from the tiny cell. It had been that way for a while. After her talk with Efrain and a few more days of attempting to pull a conversation from the guards Olivia had given up and set about finding as much entertainment as one could stuck in a cell. Maybe it really was her own fault; a slip of a dress and this could've been prevented. It wasn't so much the reasons behind it that got to Livia it was that she had so much more to give, so much more she wanted to do and yet she couldn't. Greater good her left one! There was nothing to be gained from blood being shed; she highly doubted one girl would make Panthea fall in or out of favour but they were adamant about it. After the big eared boys tell all everything came out much like any lie and for her it was surprisingly easier to deal with than not knowing anything. The first thing - after it sunk in - was the escape plans and not one of them got her closer than the exit door, second to come was the idea that perhaps, if she annoyed them enough, they'd get sick of her and let her roam; they all failed. Between being grabbed and tossed back in and ignored any 'bright' ideas went out the tiny barred window. Huffing she turned over and stared at the stone ceiling "I set out on a narrow way, many years ago hoping I would find true love along the broken road but I got lost a time or two" Livia could sing very well in fact and yet in an effort to further irritate them she'd started obnoxiously yelling word after word. If her out of tune singing didn't get to them at least it would act as a reminder that someone whom they'd once called a friend was stuck behind the door. Glancing to the door she frowned "wiped my brow and kept pushing through I couldn't see how every sign pointed straight to you" she softened off as she swung her legs around and sat up. What were they doing? She'd always been a curious type of girl and the silence was deafening when she was so used to the sound of feet pacing up and down. Scowling she made her way to the door and peered out through the bars. Hunched over with cards in hand the pair of them were in the middle of a pretty intense card game "he's got a queen, you know, and a ten; I'd fold" she couldn't help herself. If the only amusement she could get out of this was ruining their game she'd snatch it. Flashing a broad grin and a wiggle of fingers she wasn't afraid of snickering as their cards were tossed down. There was nothing to be scared of when you only had a limited time left. Looking over their empty plates on the floor she became very aware of hers shoved in the corner completely untouched. Hunger pains became less of a pain after you'd refused for days to touch anything people gave you. She wasn't suspicious of it nor was it off but the thought of eating - eating to stay healthy - made her feel sick. It had it's plus points mind you; without food she became weaker and slept for a good portion of the day and there was no place for dreams in a place like this. Stepping away from the door she moved back to her corner and curled up again with her make-shift pillow. She wanted her father but more than anything a hug from her sisters. Tucking her legs up under the thin material of her under dress she sighed "every long lost dream led me to where you are."

[atrb=style, background: #26292e;] notes... she needs a cuddle :c tag... open words... 654 lyrics... out of goodbyes, maroon 5 (feat. lady antebellum) credit... onigirishi of OTE, background credit goes to miseryloneliness of DA

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][bg=444444][atrb=background,http://i875.photobucket.com/albums/ab320/luxxray/efpattern1.png] BELIEVE IN ME, WHEN YOU FEEL LIKE YOU'RE LOSING ALL YOUR HOPES AND DREAMS → WE ALL FALL DOWN, BUT WE'LL PICK YOU UP Ash wasn't happy. No one could tell though. He was such a good actor, on the outside, everything seemed well with the young sorcerer, everything seemed like it was perfect for him. He seemed entertained and lively. Anyone looking at him couldn't tell that he wasn't amused by the recent turn of events. Honestly. And here he was, doing the same thing he had been doing yesterday- the cover up to hide his temporary depression: sulking. Sitting in his room staring out the window while practicing magic. Nope, no one could tell that he was upset. Why would they? They don't even see him for half the time- and if anyone stopped by, he would do something extreme, like set the curtains on fire- looking mildly ashamed as he pretended to screw up on his magic. And therefore, he concluded, should be left alone before he goes down and takes someone with him. For now, that hasn't arose any suspicion (or so he had believed), and no one was talking about it (or so he had thought). Three hours later, there was someone at the door, rasping on it carefully as they called to see if he was inside. With a grunt, he opened his eyes and rolled over-promptly falling off the edge of the bed with a wild flurry of arms, legs, and fabric. Lifting his head, he called for the servant to arrive, blinking as he rubbed the back of his head, dazed. He had fallen asleep a few hours ago, but it seems like he needed to get outside before he turned into one of those fat scholars that wander the White Castle in the Land of Light. And if Sam was one thing- fat wouldn't be it. Handsome, good looking, charming, and the foundation of the perfect man may be a few things to describe him, but fat isn't one of them (despite the food he consumes). Waving the servant off with a tired yawn, he dragged himself over to the table before inspecting what was made- he had asked for someone to eat a few hours before he took his nap, and seemed mildly surprised they had gone through with it- since unlike Freda, they weren't as generous. Almost immediately, his thoughts went out to the girl that he had spoken to a while ago, wondering if they were treating her well. He hoped so, though Thea may wanted fresh meat for sacrificing, the guards didn't see it that way- to them she was doing to die anyways, healthy or not. The thought caused Sam to groan and slam his head on the table- dead. She's going to be dead soon, wasn't she? Looking around, he grabbed the food and donned a cloak before headed out, destination: the holding cells. Stepping down the stairs, he head an unmistakable voice call out 'he's got a queen, you know, and a ten; I'd fold' and he couldn't help but let out a laugh- the sound followed but he shuffling of feet as the guards faced the new intruder. They surrounded him before pulling on a mask of surprise- obviously having never seen the sorcerer in the more darker part of the fortress. He gave them a bemused look for a second, maybe two before impatience settled in, much faster then they could recover and address him properly (or at least say something). Scowling he shouldered his way through. 'The girl, I want to see her- I dare hope you've been treating her well,' he grunted, coming to a stop in front of her cell. 'And I brought her food-' He blinked a few times at the sight of her, his face holding an unreadable expression as they opened the door and let him inside. He would like to think that it was because her beautiful voice has paralyzed his brain- but the thought seemed to silly and light compared to the situation at hand. He placed the tray in front of her. Nothing fancy, warm soup, bread that was just baked, clean water, a few fruits- but he couldn't exactly bring her a feast without eyebrows being raised, could he? 'I know you, you're girl with a beautiful smile,' he joked with a small, sad smile. NOTES

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[oliviarose]

[atrb=cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 75px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 75px; background: url(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs26/f/2008/074/e/3/pattern_by_miseryloneliness.png), bTable][atrb=style, background: url(http://i54.tinypic.com/25ss9qx.jpg); -moz-border-radius-topleft: 75px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 75px; height:250; opacity: 0.8] Now that I've done my time I need to move on and I need you to try Cause we're out of goodbyes, we're out of goodbyes...

[atrb=style, background: #26292e;] All she needed to do was close her eyes and think of home to forget her situation. She wasn't the type to fool herself into thinking she'd get out; there wasn't a way to get out. Olivia had exhausted the only reasonable ones and save for sprouting a pair of wings and flying her way home to safety there wasn't much left. Rolling on her back she glanced toward the door again. What time was it? Was it light outside or dark? Was it the start or end of a week? She didn't know and knew better than to ask. Efrain had made a comment about finishing all his chores before visiting her and yet she felt as if she was just another one and he'd been too kind to say it. Poor Efrain was tightly wrapped around his Queen's finger; it wasn't healthy, none of it was. He'd always seemed to lack things specifically emotions. He thought he missed her, thought it, he didn't know for sure. His 'mistress' had cut off everything leaving only a strong desire to fall at her feet and act on her every whim. Who wouldn't have felt pity for him? Olivia did, not that it was rare she didn't, but something told her that even if she did express her feelings he wouldn't want to hear them or, as sad as it was, wouldn't understand. Closing her eyes just about ready to start thinking of home to aid her into falling asleep the silence was broken outside. She hadn't heard the laugh but she knew the sound of rustling feet and wood scraping against stone. Liv thought nothing of it until another voice sounded. The Girl? Delightful, truly, it was a step up from 'The Virgin' and a leap from 'Her' so that was something new. Reopening her eyes to glance to the door she looked perplexed, a look that stayed on her face as the door opened. Sitting up - her manners weren't forgot and would never be regardless of how dire things were - she blinked several times trying to wade through the mixed feelings. The food was a clear giveaway as to why he was there but why him? The business line he'd fed her hadn't settled well with her then and now, seeing him there, it definitely didn't. The picture playing out in front of her just didn't seem right; him being there didn't seem right at all. Brown eyes stayed trained on him as he spoke and all she could do for a response was blink that was until his lips curled in a small smile. Ironic, really, that all she seemed able to do the last time she'd seen him was smile but now she could hardly manage it "as I know you, you're a boy with lines for any occasion" a boy that she thought would forever be a daydream away not a few inches from her. What a curious turn of events. Sitting up on her knees she looked down at the food and with a delicate hand she pushed it away from her toward him with a shake of her head. What was the point in feeding her if she was going to die anyway? It baffled Olivia. Peering back at him she took a moment or two before uttering a very quiet "I'm not hungry" before lowering her eyes again. Wanting him to stay was one thing but looking him in the eye was a different kettle of fish. There was no way she could behave like she'd once did, no way she could be bright and airy toward him; she didn't like lying and she certainly didn't want to either. Out of everyone she'd come across he seemed like the only person she felt deserved honesty and she'd have happily spilled her guts if he'd asked her a question "you're someone I didn't expect to see again in this lifetime" not much had changed in that respect; she didn't expect to see him again in the wing either.

[atrb=style, background: #26292e;] notes... ugh. sucky post ._. tag... open words... 676 lyrics... out of goodbyes, maroon 5 (feat. lady antebellum) credit... onigirishi of OTE, background credit goes to miseryloneliness of DA

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][bg=444444][atrb=background,http://i875.photobucket.com/albums/ab320/luxxray/efpattern1.png] BELIEVE IN ME, WHEN YOU FEEL LIKE YOU'RE LOSING ALL YOUR HOPES AND DREAMS → WE ALL FALL DOWN, BUT WE'LL PICK YOU UP Stopping as the door swung close behind him, he blinked a few times, returning the move that was used a response to his line. Seeing her, well, didn't make Sam's mood all that bright, it did lighten up a little more since he finally saw her beautiful face. At least she looked well, compared to others who were in cells anyways, and he thanked all the merciful Gods and Goddesses that she wasn't lying down and unmoving. Granted, he would have felt better if she smiled, or had that wonderful light in her eyes when she looked around. But, he couldn't get anything he wanted, even if he pretended to gloat that he could. He moved over and sat down next to her, shuffling around the space as he crossed his legs and pulled them up to his chest. He took a light breath as he looked at her carefully. Running one hand through his hair, trying to fix it back to its style uneasily as she pushed the food away, not even meeting his eyes. What had he done wrong? He'd just been a little busy- granted the first few days that he had left Liv's aid room, he was practically gloating victory (after magically healing the wound), and then after wards, he had been a little busy out and about, and then sulking when he learned where she was. Hearing her words, he couldn't help but let out a genuinely dry laugh. In the Land of Darkness he had to remain hidden lest someone from the Land of the Light saw him, so he truly couldn't be outgoing and adventurous as he always was. But in the Land of the Light, everything was a lie- his past, his words, his relationship with everyone there, even his favorite cook. It seemed there was nothing real about him, was there? 'When lines is all you have, you have to feed them somewhere, hoping that the person it is directed to believes you,' he murmured quietly, mostly to himself. Everything he tells anyone is a line- it may not be designed to flatter for a one night, but created to weave a web of deceit, to charm his way into information, to scam and flatter higher power to find what he needed and searched for. Of course he had a line for everything, every event, and everyone- he depended on those lines to get what he wanted. Persuasion was key, would it not be? He sighed. 'You should eat, Thea will probably whip anyone who has been serving you as punishment for not keeping you healthy and fit,' he warned. It was a lie- almost. He actually didn't know, but once again, it was a line to get what he wanted. He played on people's weakness, and was quick to know that Liv never wanted people to get hurt, and the thought of someone else getting hurt for something that they not only had no fault to, but also on her behalf... well... that would have quilted his lazy bum into eating. With a sigh, he looked down and rubbed the back of his neck. 'I would have came sooner, I've been busy,' he murmured. He turned to her reaching out to clasp his hand around her, his fingers folding against her skin lightly. He reached out with the other hand to slide around the back of her neck, pulling her head a little closer as he leaned forward and touched their foreheads lightly, just like they had once done before. 'I'm sorry, beautiful, I wish it didn't have to be you,' he murmured. 'Most people like to attend the solace festivities, since they only happen a few times a year... but I wish I could be with you, because the chances of me finding someone so special only happens once in a lifetime,' he whispered, closing his eyes before letting go of her neck, pulling his head away. Boundaries, he wasn't sure where they were now that they are.. here. NOTES

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[oliviarose]

[atrb=cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 75px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 75px; background: url(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs26/f/2008/074/e/3/pattern_by_miseryloneliness.png), bTable][atrb=style, background: url(http://i54.tinypic.com/25ss9qx.jpg); -moz-border-radius-topleft: 75px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 75px; height:250; opacity: 0.8] Now that I've done my time I need to move on and I need you to try Cause we're out of goodbyes, we're out of goodbyes...

[atrb=style, background: #26292e;] She smiled at his laugh if only because the sound was so rare to hear behind those walls. Everyone went about their business quietly because they couldn't afford to spare a second in their busy day; talk might have been cheap but a lashing resulted in slower work and less pay for it. Nothing was free in the land of darkness. His voice was surprisingly soothing and made her think of better times; times when she stood fixing up a gash talking, laughing and unaware of her future. People say ignorance was bliss and she had to agree; to be completely oblivious was to be completely free. She listened silently as he spoke her eyes still down cast before looking up, hair brushed behind her hair swiftly, her words coming out in no more than a whisper but clear as a bell "and if someone wanted you as you are without the lines? What would you do then?" Carefully her brow arched under her dirty locks "feed them more lines until they were hooked again? Forgive me but I don't think lines are all you have to offer" then again they were two different people; Ash's life was a build up of lies and hers was honesty but she was curious despite that unknown fact. Scowling she looked away back to the tray; evidently her mother was right she was an open book. Thinking over his words made the scowl more pronounced on her face "keeping me healthy and fit won't make my death any different, will it?" Liv winced as she realised what she'd said but it was the truth. Strong or not she'd still be dragged out of the cell and taken to the temple the only difference would be how much she flailed and cried over it. Looking back at him she mirrored his sigh with one of her own. It was possible that Thea took a whip to someone over it. Grabbing the roll she held it in her hands "sorry, I just.." she couldn't even word her frustration "I'm sorry. Forgive me." Tearing the roll in half she placed a part of it on his knee "it's rude to eat alone. Please?" Olivia shook her head "I didn't expect you to return at all even before all of this" she admitted quietly eyes fixed on her knees "I still hoped you would though." A tiny smile pulled on her lips as she spoke "I'm so glad you came" and he'd have to leave sooner or later. Did she even have the right to want him to stay? Or did all her rights cease to exist when that door closed behind her? Doe eyes closed as she leaned into him slightly as if bracing herself for whatever he might say and what he did say made the sadness swell up again. She kept silent throughout but nodded in agreement as he spoke of wishing to have been with her but there was nothing she could've said. It was sad that it had to be her but if it wasn't it would've been someone else and Olivia couldn't think of anyone she'd want to switch places with regardless of her feelings. Taking a moment as he moved away to think she mumbled the words "you'll find someone else" moving closer to him she put her hand out to touch his own and gingerly stole a glance at him "she'll be everything and so much more. None of this is final for you you'll see" simply put but spoken with such soft sincerity it was hard to disbelieve her words. It really was final, wasn't it? Her fate was well and truly set. Resting her head on his shoulder she frowned thinking over her words intently. Olivia never did like giving in so what was so different now? There was nothing stopping her from still trying "besides I've yet to try seducing the guards" her afterthought was humourous at best but deserved some thought even if prior attempts didn't.

[atrb=style, background: #26292e;] notes... I am going to punch my muse in the face and laugh as it crumbles to it's knees and weeps. tag... ryan who I love because she fangirls over Cas with me words... 650 something lyrics... out of goodbyes, maroon 5 (feat. lady antebellum) credit... onigirishi of OTE, background credit goes to miseryloneliness of DA

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][bg=444444][atrb=background,http://i875.photobucket.com/albums/ab320/luxxray/efpattern1.png] BELIEVE IN ME, WHEN YOU FEEL LIKE YOU'RE LOSING ALL YOUR HOPES AND DREAMS → WE ALL FALL DOWN, BUT WE'LL PICK YOU UP Sam heard her question, but he wished he didn't. He didn't talk about these things, maybe once, with Panthea since she had asked; but with no one else. And for a moment, he wondered if he should just make up another lie, everything else was, he crafted it so perfectly, so simply that he never failed to forget the important ones. So far with luck on his side, none of them had fallen; but it was only a matter of time. Those lines held him up, kept him alive, without it, he wouldn't know where he would be, what would he had been doing. He shuddered inwardly at the fact, the only indication of his emotions was his knuckled as they popped when he clenched his hand into a tight fist. His eyes, remained the same, cheerful light, his face was slack with a thoughtful expression on his face, his lips were pressed into a line as he thought about it. 'There would be nothing for me to do,' he said slowly, his words more heavy then he had originally thought it to be. 'For without them, there is no one who has the name Samael Daeva Ash,' he finished carefully. He had once brushed his mind upon the thought when he was alone in his head; where he would find himself if he didn't turn lying into a full-time occupation. Under Thea, he was protected, the Queen needed him; had he not found that sort of protection, and with the limited skills in swordplay combined with no one able enough to teach him, he could only assume that he would have died, or become someone who lived out in the streets. He believed in self-preservation, and this was what he chose- he picks the winning side, after all. There was something about the Queen that he believed would lead them to victory. Dora, as wonderful as she was, was soft in his eyes. He lowered his eyes to the bread on his knees before silently plucking it up with his middle and pointer finger and his thumb, inspecting the warm, freshly baked bread as he continued to hold the expression on his face. It wasn't until her words registered in his mind did he finally blink a few times and looked at her, a astonished expression on his face. It wasn't the fact that she knew that caused the look, but more of the bitterness behind the words- the tone he never would have thought could come out from those beautiful lips. Then again Death had a funny way, showing the dark side of people that he never knew really existed. With the things he had seen, he wasn't surprised- it was just Liv, the beautifully wonderful girl he had first met in the aid room, saying she didn't care. He tore the roll in half and tossed one in his mouth. 'Tell me,' he insisted. 'Or else I won't forgive you,' there. There was Sam, the stubbornly persuasive spy (he wasn't doing a good job of it, but the thought counted). He was beginning to think the cheeky bastard fell off a cliff. The corners of his lips twitched into a small smirk at the thought. He let out a small chuckle. 'What? Can't get rid of me that easy,' he murmured jokingly, turning to look at her, bumping his shoulder against her own lightly. However, the laughter quickly dropped as she spoke again. He turned to the front and recalled what he had told the Queen a while ago. Liv would never understand, no matter who it was, or where they are, the chances of him being with them was slim, if not nothing at all. He only spent a few days or a week every two months or so in the Land of Darkness- and shouldn't engage with someone from the Land of Light, either- after all, he wouldn't be able to stand someone who actually thought that Thea could be taken down so easily, the thought was utterly ridiculous. 'Perhaps I will, perhaps I won't; but no two humans are the same- I may find someone I love, but that person would never be like you,' he murmured, turning and pressing his lips lightly against her forehead. One arm went around her shoulders lightly as he pulled her closer into a hug. 'Besides, I have an occupation, I never stay in one place for so long- too short for me to meet someone who could be everything I want,' he added. With a snort, he shook his head and looked out the cell. 'I would rather you not... you could always try seducing me and see what I can do,' he gave her an innocent smile, remembering that last time she didn't know he was a sorcerer, he wondered if she did now. He doubted it. NOTES

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[oliviarose]

[atrb=cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 75px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 75px; background: url(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs26/f/2008/074/e/3/pattern_by_miseryloneliness.png), bTable][atrb=style, background: url(http://i54.tinypic.com/25ss9qx.jpg); -moz-border-radius-topleft: 75px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 75px; height:250; opacity: 0.8] Now that I've done my time I need to move on and I need you to try Cause we're out of goodbyes, we're out of goodbyes...

[atrb=style, background: #26292e;] His full name caught her off guard more than the rest did; he lived behind a surname and a pack of well thought out lines. He really was a strange one; a strange one that made her curious far too curious for her own good it seemed. Now Olivia had no place for lies and certainly no tolerance for liars and while it appeared as if Ash was one (a skilled one, in fact) it didn't stop her sitting there. Remaining very still and very silent she looked over his face carefully as a question formed that had the potential to make their situation very awkward. She pursed her lips but it wasn't enough as her words came out "who are you?" A simple question it might have been but it held a deeper meaning to it and it was obvious by the way it lingered. She should've kept her mouth shut and the second she finished those three words she wished she had but it was too late. Liv knew it was better to keep your questions to yourself but everything about him was endearing. Maybe that was why he was one of Thea's favourites; because he could lie with ease and draw people in especially the naive. Oh, and she was and she knew it but she never thought herself stupid until now. Cocking her head off to the side slightly she looked a second longer before looking back down into her lap at the bread in her hand "don't answer that; pretend I never said anything" she didn't care, it wouldn't have made much of a difference, he was there and she wanted to keep it that way for as long as possible. Picking at the soft inside she shook her head; she couldn't keep a check on her feelings or her words. Maybe it was him, maybe it was being where she was but she liked control and hated not having a firm grasp on anything. Looking up at him as he spoke she narrowed her eyes a little as he implored her to explain herself. Wasn't blackmail a crime? If not this was. Scowling she looked back at her lap "I'm frustrated, angry, disappointed; I'm everything I hate all at once and I can't shut off from it. I had dream, plans, ideas and I can't do anything about them now because I'm here" like a flood breaking bank it came out in an angry flourish of words "I didn't want to be like every other girl in Vala, I wanted to wait which is stupid, right? Morals have no place at times of war but I stuck by them because that's how I was raised" forcing back the tears that threatened to come out she "I could've prevented this, all of it, I still could but it's too late" finishing she looked back at him. For all she knew she could've been giving her last confession to him but letting it out and voicing her frustration lifted a weight off her shoulders. Smiling softly at the shoulder knock she uttered a very sheepish sounding "bet I could" under her breath before ripping more bread off and putting it into her mouth before anything else could come tumbling out of it. Venting was one thing but venting so openly was another. The walls had ears so to speak and she didn't doubt for a second that her words would get back to the Queen. Olivia hadn't said anything that would warrant the term 'treason' but she'd mentioned just about everything the hag fed on. Panthea liked miserably, she was addicted to it, and she'd just had the biggest shot of it to date thanks to Liv. Chewing thoughtfully she frowned; what was she suppose to say? He was right. No two humans were the same but there was nothing special about her especially now but it made her feel slightly better knowing that she'd set a certain standard. With a shrug of her shoulders she looked up at him "how do you do that?" For the most part everything he said to her made her feel different, happier in a way, between his preference of calling her beautiful to the smallest of smiles it was always something. Her question lost the need for an answer as his lips found her forehead and while her words were ready to be repeated they disolved on her tongue as he pulled her in. A sigh escaped "you never know sometimes it hits you hard and fast when you least expect it" she was born a believer in love and she'd die loyal to it even if it was stupid. Wrapping an arm around him she returned that hug and found herself perfectly comfortable nestled into him. Olivia quirked a brow not quite sure if he was being serious or not; he had a look about him when he was joking and as far as she could see there wasn't a sign of jest on his face at all. Seducing him? Every thought in her mind scrambled "while my desire to leave is near maddening I have none when it comes to lying and manipulating you with suggestive words but you and I both know anything I say wouldn't really cut it no matter how tempting seeing what you can do may be." She flushed a little but her words - despite her jumbled thoughts - came out relatively sure sounding. Her teeth tugged on her lip gently as her eyes, those big brown innocent eyes, looked up at him "but if you'd rather show me regardless of that I wouldn't mind at all" while her prior words might have said different the look and tone suggested different. The look was replaced by a smile and a shake of her head - she was terrible at it because she couldn't keep a straight face. It seemed silly to even try when - in her opinion - she had no chance of it working on him. He'd hinted at an abundance of women before and with that would've come knowing just about every line in the book not to mention the subtle looks; he'd have spotted a green light as quick as the flip was switched to turn it on. Her type of seduction was probably best reserved for the simple, honest to goodness country type of boys who crumbled at the slightest flutter of lashes.

[atrb=style, background: #26292e;] notes... FU MUSE FU FU FU tag... ryan who shall be my pirate captain <3 words... a lot. It's mostly bullshit filler lyrics... out of goodbyes, maroon 5 (feat. lady antebellum) credit... onigirishi of OTE, background credit goes to miseryloneliness of DA

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][bg=444444][atrb=background,http://i875.photobucket.com/albums/ab320/luxxray/efpattern1.png] BELIEVE IN ME, WHEN YOU FEEL LIKE YOU'RE LOSING ALL YOUR HOPES AND DREAMS → WE ALL FALL DOWN, BUT WE'LL PICK YOU UP Samael , in a way, shouldn't be surprised at the question, the things he had said before it, the excuses he used to get away, and the way he beat around the bushes when it came to direct questions would have already had the inquiry in her head already. Someone who tried not to lie and be a good person like Olivia was, wouldn't understand what he was, what he did, and the reasons behind. Another reason he avoided talking about it was because they would learn what side he was on, and would either attempt to poorly convince him how dark and evil Thea is, or try to console him and convince him to change sides; that it's not too late to do so. He knew his actions, he knew of the consequences and he's taking the risk anyway, wouldn't it inform others that it's already too late to change or let it go? Nevertheless, the question still caused him to blink twice, surprise flashing across his face before he closed it off again, his face becoming slack once more as she requested for him to forget about it. Which was a good thing to do, he wasn't sure how much he was willing to lie to her face, even if she wouldn't be living for that long- and just dropping the subject off completely would be a wise thing to do. Sam never spoke of his job to anyone, only Thea and a few from the high court and her inner circle really have an idea- only the queen herself knew everything (except his past). He couldn't tell her anyways, lest someone would be listening in and hear what he had to say. He looked at the bars that held them in for a moment, seeming comfortable in sitting in silence. It took a moment before he spoke. 'No one,' he said simple, just leaving it at that. He grinned innocently as she glared at him, tilting to the side and giving her a look that could have passed for 'I'm-sorry-did-i-say-something-stupid?' look that he gave a few other people when he did something particularly stupid and created an utter mess of the situation and himself. He never did that often, though. He was too smart to get caught when he didn't want to be, but he wouldn't lie, he liked it when he did- the look people gave him knowing that he did it on purposed and was, ultimately, bored. There was even that one time a servant pushed a tray into his hands and told him to give it to Dora just so he would get out of the kitchen and stop eating their food. Good times, times he wished he could share it with someone else- someone who wasn't even going to be breathing soon. He let out a slow breath as his thumb ran soothing circles over her skin. He listened in silence, letting her vent out to him, her words- she wondered why he liked her so much- and that was the reason. Who, during this time of war thought about sharing it with someone special? Who, during this time of war, wanted to be different? Who, during this time of war, stuck with morals even though it no longer seem to have any meaning? That was why he treasured her- he had grown up in a time where families walks armed, children stayed close to their parents, and everything was guarded with a sharp eye and keen senses, he grew up knowing family was important, but he was just like everyone else, just wanting to blend in, he didn't care if his actions were right and wrong anymore- but she did. What other girl he knew held on to those values? Only her. There was nothing he could say to console her, nothing he could utter to make things right. He pulled her into a hug, resting his forehead against shoulder for a moment. Not glancing up at her to ask her what she meant by the question, he only pulled her closer, easing her into his lap as he held her carefully, not pushing anything, just following along with that every muscle wanted him to do, actions that his mind had yet to agree with or deny. He let out a light chuckle. 'Do what? Cast you under a spell?' She really had no idea he possibly could do that. 'It's obviously due to my perfect features and persuasive charm,' he gloated jokingly. 'Though, it could be that I'm lucky you seem to have taken a liking to me- because you're so beautiful... I just forgot my line,' he trailed off into a mutter, knitting his brows together as if he had really forgotten what he was going to say. He let out a small chuckle. 'Oh? Is this love you speak of, I have yet to experience it, but I'm more of a guy who believes time and sudden loss will be the two things that make us realize that we are in love.' He wasn't for soul mates, or love at first site, he had believed that either, time will pass and one would come to realize how much they appreciate their other, or that the loss of a loved one will make one finally see how much they were in love and were loved in return. He raised his brow in surprise before he let out a laugh, leaning forward to run his lips across hers. 'Trust me, you may not be good with lines, but you do have your own method of seduction,' he murmured. His eyes, half-lidded looked at her closely under his lashes, his lips quirking. However, he suddenly pulled away and made a show of looking away from her, his eyes darting anywhere but her. 'Don't give me that look, I can't handle that look,' he muttered sheepishly, staring intently at the wall on the other side of where she was. NOTES

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[oliviarose]

[atrb=cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 75px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 75px; background: url(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs26/f/2008/074/e/3/pattern_by_miseryloneliness.png), bTable][atrb=style, background: url(http://i53.tinypic.com/wpc2t.jpg); -moz-border-radius-topleft: 75px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 75px; height:250; opacity: 0.8] Now that I've done my time I need to move on and I need you to try Cause we're out of goodbyes, we're out of goodbyes...

[atrb=style, background: #26292e;] Brown eyes rolled "no one is simply no one they're someone who prefers to be a no one" she finished with a tsk "and don't give me that look" while at first she might have been serious she didn't finish like it. It was hard for her to be strict but giving her that look? Nothing would stick. In hindsight everything would've been different if she had been raised differently. She'd have followed the others in whatever they done without a care in the world but it went against everything she knew now and the mere thought of it made her feel bad. She questioned herself over whether or not she'd have traded her innocence for freedom but she couldn't see it. Her mother wouldn't have approved and her father more so and at the end of the day her loyalty remained with her family and their approval. Faintly aware of his thumb rubbing her skin she rambled, really, and let it all come out. When did he even become her confidant? Wouldn't this have been better reserved for someone else? The beauty of it was she didn't have to feel ashamed because it wasn't something someone would bother passing on. Free of her frustration she sighed into him as he pulled her closer into a hug and she, in return, wrapped her arms around him. He might have called himself a no one but for Liv he was a someone. A someone that cared, listened and gave her a chance to feel human even if it would be limited. She slipped into his lap easily and without a seconds worth of hesitation. Olivia wanted to be there, wanted to be held, wanted to feel more of the comfort he was giving her and it didn't take her long to settle back into the carefree relaxed state she had been in moments before. Her nose wrinkled "no, not quite I mean.." she broke off and tilted her head a little "I'm not sure just..different" she couldn't put it into words and it was written all over her face "like nothing is really so bad" maybe but that would do. Not wanting to comment on his perfect features or charm (perfect was putting it strongly but she wouldn't deny his charm) she simply shook her head with a slight laugh. Liv wouldn't dismiss taking a liking to him but the line wasn't really needed "you're lucky, I'm lucky, Volth must be feeling generous" smiling coyly she played idly with his shirt. Listening she kept her eyes fixed on her nimble fingers. It seemed logical and reasonable to believe love to show itself in such a way but she didn't expect him to believe in it like she did; men rarely ever did. Women liked the fairytale aspect of it and romance whereas men seemed to prefer - if they even did at all- it to be much more different more straight forward "would you want to?" She questioned sitting up "experience it, I mean." Olivia could've quite easily closed whatever gap they had between them and yet she didn't. Staying completely still she let her eyes fall away from him as he spoke, the blush already on her face meeting a fringe of lashes, whatever method she had wasn't something she was familiar with but it was something, if she ever found out about, she'd likely exploit and not necessarily on him either. Looking back up she looked startled as he pulled away if only for the abruptness of it "what look?" Olivia might have been terrible with seduction but playing the innocent? It came naturally to her and her words were saturated with it. She shifted on his lap, knees falling on either side on his legs "if you don't tell me I won't know which one and I might use it again" Liv couldn't help but find it amusing but for once it wasn't on her face if anything she looked the same as before - puppy dog, butter wouldn't melt eyes and lips pushed out slightly in a pout. This was madness - if she tried something with intent, with effort, nothing happened and yet if she put no thought into it, let her senses take over, she got somewhere. Perhaps, if she could avoid stressing over how she looked, she might've learned something from it? She cut her eyes to his face, a face that stared at the wall, and chewed her lip tenderly. What had the other girls done? She couldn't remember. She very rarely paid attention to them because she honestly thought she'd never have to take down notes and put them to practice. Until now. Lips found his ear and words came out like honey; sweet, smooth and tempting sounding "tell me or else I won't forgive you" something told her that what she was doing was wicked and unfair but what use was a conscience now?

[atrb=style, background: #26292e;] notes... "I found a liquor store....and I drank it!" The Virgin is...letting something else take the wheel. tag... Ryan because she's topping Charlie Sheen on winning words... 800 and something? I'm not sure. lyrics... out of goodbyes, maroon 5 (feat. lady antebellum) credit... onigirishi of OTE, background credit goes to miseryloneliness of DA

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][bg=444444][atrb=background,http://i875.photobucket.com/albums/ab320/luxxray/efpattern1.png] BELIEVE IN ME, WHEN YOU FEEL LIKE YOU'RE LOSING ALL YOUR HOPES AND DREAMS → WE ALL FALL DOWN, BUT WE'LL PICK YOU UP Samael let out a laugh and shrugged, running his free hand through his hair absently, starting at his forehead and ending at the back of his neck as he looked ahead and shrugged. 'Maybe I want to be no one, it makes things easier for me,' he drawled thoughtfully. No one would be easy to be, no one would expect anything from him, no one would ask him for things, no one would bother him; what would be a better way to be? A King? Where people expect him to have all the answers and solve everyone's problem? A barkeep? Where he works late into the night with rowdy people expecting him to cater to their dirty needs? He was a turncoat, a traitor- Pandora and Panthea never really know who he was, he had told a little, admitted some things he wouldn't usually- but there's more to a story then a short summary- more depth and history then just a few quick words to sum it up. He let out a breath as he pulled her into a hug and she seemed willing for him to let him hold her so. He closed his eyes for a moment and parted his lips in a relaxed manner. As much as he wouldn't say it out loud or admit it to even himself- it didn't matter what he thought, didn't matter if he told her who we was, it wouldn't matter if he had smiled and made up a thread of lies to fabricate a jacket of comfort to ease her worries for a moment- because soon she'll be gone, and no one will be there to question who he was, to fix him up when he ran into a wall, or be there to hold his flowers when he traveled at the ungodly hour of the dawn to get them. He pulled her closer affectionately and nuzzled his face against her neck lightly with a hum. The corners of his lips twitched into a light smile as she searched for the words to describe him- already completely convinced that she was utterly in love with him because of his dashing looks and honorable charm- real or fake. Maybe once upon a time those bits weren't who he was- but now they were. He didn't have much to fall back on anyways. He chuckled dryly at the thought. 'What? You thought I would be bad from the start? I'm offended!' he scoffed lightly, looking at the other way indignantly. No one thought that Sam was bad- different and unique yes, but not bad. It must be the virgin thing, since he had never come across someone pure before. He nodded to himself- yup. It must be it. Looking at her, he laughed. 'Lona looks down on you too you know... as an aid, I hope you know how to help me- since every time I look at you, you simply take my breath away,' he cooed softly, whispering the words in her ear, his lips innocently brushing the soft skin under it a few seconds later. Pulling away, he shrugged. 'There are somethings in my life I can't do, even if I want to- ' he pursed his lips and looked at her as she straightened. 'Love is said to be beautiful and pure, who wouldn't want that? However sometimes it can turn one bitter if the one he loves doesn't love him back,' he uttered, trailing off, completely lost in thought. Shaking his head, he smiled innocently (again) at her and arched a brow. 'What?' he asked her, feigning stupidity. She could deny it- she had no idea that innocent look came naturally- for her it was part of an everyday thing, while for someone like him, it was completely different- and he always liked different things, as much as he just liked her. 'I have n- ah... ohh?' his words from from mocking and light into a low rumble as he reached over grasped her hips, giving her a suggestive look. Naturally, when she spoke in his hear, the corners of his lips twitched into an equally suggestive smirk as he moved. He loved that look because of two reasons- and one of them was a bad reason, the wrong reason, the 'thea-will-skin-you-alive-and-do-bloody-and-torturous-things-to-you' reason. However, that thought flew out through the bars of the cell and out the nearest window as she looked at him with that look again. Twisting his upper body, he moved her on her back on the floor as he held both hands on either side of her head for support, his torso hovering over her as his waist and legs were on the floor next to her. He leaned down and trailed his lips from her neck to her ear as he let out a breathy laugh. 'No, convince me,' he challenged. NOTES

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