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There are good days & there are bad days. Today, ironically, happens to be a bad day. BUT! I must try to re-train my way of thinking...must try to resist the urge to fall into desperation and leave blood on my own lovely flesh.
Sigh.
Fuck you University folks! :) You suddenly think a Costume Contest on Nov 1st wouldn't be a "good idea"? Well, I'm still going as a Ravenclaw student. And it's funny, because I'm the President of the organization you're "hosting". So #fuckprofessionalism and fuck you, SA! ;) #Rebelwithawand
Thought we'd have an "Almost adorable" moment...
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~Thirteen years later, Jack still Santa~


It had been a month or so since she had gotten sick, since Jack had been kind. It was still something on her mind because there were random moments throughout the past month where he...he wasn't as cruel. It was confusing. Almost as much to where she actually wondered if Jack was doing it on purpose to mess with her; however, she knew he wasn't. If he wanted to toy with her in this manner, he would have done it years ago.

So what was with him?

The "not so cruel" moments were small things, but spoke in large volumes. He didn't snarl as much, he let her have a bit more "me-time", he restrained his annoyance and rage around her, and he...well, the last one wasn't small...it was huge. When he thought she was asleep, he would stroke her arm gently. Still, she wasn't quite sure if it was in possession or...well, what else would it be with this demon? But oddly enough, when she would pretend to stir awake, he would act as if he were fast asleep; it was as though he didn't want her to know he had caressed her. So if it were possession, why hide?

It was all quite mind boggling.

So just shy of a month and a half after her sick day, she was waiting in bed only to realize...she was waiting. A quick glance at the clock told her that Jack was about an hour late to his usual retirement time. Again, how odd! She decided to risk it, but perhaps it meant he was busy and wouldn't need her immediately so long as she was in his arms when he woke.

The girl slipped out of the room in her skimpy nightgown and plush robe to combat the cold, roaming down the halls. Still, no sign of Frost. It was worrisome, but she pushed it outside of her mind for now. Again, she reasoned so long as she was in his arms when he woke, it didn't matter if she was there when he retired so late.

Somehow her feet led her to the stage...that damn, cursed stage. Part of her wanted to vomit from it, from being humiliated on it. But the other part of her saw the piano and felt the strangest urge to play. When she sat down, she wondered what might come of it. There was nothing terribly happy in her life, so happy music seemed inappropriate. But...maybe...there was hope?

Her hands took over, her fingers glided over the keys to produce a soothing noise. The girl closed her eyes, trying to block out the stage around her, the reality around her. The reality that shouldn't exist, wouldn't possibly if she had somehow told the real Santa about Jack. It was enough to make her grimace and strike the wrong key.


Just as she opened her eyes to correct herself, a hand brushed against hers. She gasped and turned to see just who had struck the correct key, who had their palm on the back of her hand. "Jack..." she whispered, startled into using his first name.


Instead of snarling, instead of punishing, instead of even speaking...Jack merely stared at the piano. When he finally turned his eyes to hers, she was once again shocked; his eyes were gentle, soft, even...perhaps a little sad? His hand remained where it was as he sat on the edge of the bench.


The two stared at each other, lost in time, before he finally hit another key. And then another. She picked up his meaning and started on the song using her free hand, as he used his; their hands remained combined in the middle. The song continued, a mixture of hope and sadness in both the song and between the two beings.


It was astonishing, if not a bit frightening, at how well they were able to play their separate parts...together. Two parts of the piano used by two people to produce one song. The intimacy made her shiver. His look...Jack's body language and his look, his silence...it made her forget to breathe.
When the song ended at last, they remained like a statue for a beat longer. There were no words to say, nothing to do to undo it all. She was confused.Jack wasn't acting like himself for the first time in thirteen years. No...this was the second time he had been odd...but definitely the first he had been so...

Loving.


The girl didn't pull her hand away, but brushed her pinky against his. Their shoulders were pressed against one another as they faced the piano but looked at each other. Jack let go and pulled away, turning to face her. The young lady did the same, as though hypnotized. His hand that had been playing the piano remained on the keys, as hers did.


Almost in sync, their hands drifted up each other's arms, up to one another's cheeks. He parted his lips, as though to say her name...but she leaned forward and pressed them into silence with her own.


A true...honest...kiss.
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When everything goes back to normal...they're gonna blame the girl along with Jack. Just...prepare yourself.
Why? Because no one but Scott and Jack were able to remember what happened (yes?). But she does...so how curious!
At last, inspiration and time to write.
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Thirteen months and a day in. It was the morning after their Spain trip, their little club journey. Their dance both on the floor and between the sheets. Trinity was the first one to wake up and remember everything. Though her head was slightly fuzzy from the alcohol and excitement last night, her memory was sharp.
And oh, how sharp it was when she remembered what Monty looked like under these covers. She was on her side, looking at the monkey master on his back. The sheets covered just up to his stomach, a fact that made her blush. When she shifted, she flinched. Up until last night, she had been a virgin…
And that’s when it hit her.
She slept with Monkey Fist.
…and enjoyed it.
Trinity sat up and felt slightly sore, though it wasn’t terribly noticeable if she ignored it. Her body still felt his lips and teeth on certain parts, a sensation she blamed her memory for. She knew there were at least a handful of hickeys and bruises – and not from fighting either.
“Nngh, morning.” Monty’s growl broke the morning silence. She jumped slightly and turned to look, the sheets threatening to slip off her. Her hand went to catch them at her chest, her eyes wide and curious.
Trinity cleared her throat before nodding. “Morning.” She sounded unsure. And perhaps she was. It was one thing to kiss him, that meant nearly nothing but the need to defy the norm – and her feelings – and, too, they lived together for more than a year. But to have sex…she wasn’t sure how to feel about that.
When Monkey Fist’s eyes opened, unphased by the sunlight coming in, he stared right up at the girl. Much like his smirk, his eyes had a gleam of arrogance and satisfaction. He scratched his chest before rolling onto his side, propped up by his arm. “Are you alright?”
Alright from alcohol, the club, or the sex? If she said she liked it, would they do it again? What would it mean then? Would it be just another way to break a norm, something that felt good but meant nothing emotionally? Or did it mean she was in love with him, he had her wrapped around him? What if he didn’t feel the same way – whatever way that was? If she liked him and he didn’t, or if he liked her and she didn’t. Was it a one-time thing? How awkward if so, being her first and last time!
Trinity’s face must have looked as distraught and conflicted as she felt, for Monty reached out and rest his hand on her forearm. “Trin…it’s okay.” He sounded soothing but not overbearingly so. “As you said last night, it doesn’t mean we’re in love. There are no expectations or requirements, no pressure.”
He sat up fully and ran his hand up her back; to his delight, she shivered. He kept his hand at her shoulder, spotting the necklace that was still on. He had to resist the urge to grin, remembering how many times that lost contact with her flesh. “Do you feel any different?” To specify, he tugged at the necklace.
Trinity looked down and quickly hugged the blanket to herself. “Oh, the necklace.” She blushed vividly, knowing without looking that Monty was snickering. “I…I’m not sure. Guess I’d have to move around and test my reflexes. Either way, it’ll take a couple days for the necklace to give me power again.”
Quite abruptly, she found Monty’s body on her and her own against the bed. His hands had pinned hers above her head and despite there being a sheet between them, she felt his body heat. Trinity inhaled sharply before starting to struggle, growling. “Damn, alright I guess I do feel human again.”
When she had stopped, Monty stared down at her with his wild hair even messier – if possible. His leg was between hers and their lips inches away. She shuddered to see a certain look in his eyes, a gleam of need. That and, well, she felt his ‘need’ against her thigh. “There are,” his husky voice startled her, “many positions other than the ones we tried last night.” He was asking permission.
Trinity swallowed thickly, feeling the sluggish cloud of lust take over bit by bit. She went back to what he said, about them not being in love…as she had stated before. But…
“What if we are in love?” It came out no more than a squeak, but he heard it.
To his credit, he didn’t shy away or turn his nose up at it. Instead, he stared into her eyes while his thumb rubbed circles on her wrist. “If we are,” he spoke slowly and deliberately, “then we are. And if we aren’t, we aren’t. Our deal still stands.”
“And…and if it’s…one-sided?” The love, that was.
Monty parted his lips but didn’t speak just yet. Why? Before she could ponder it, he answered, “The deal, as always, is in your hands, Princess.”
Then it clicked. Trinity felt secure in her decision, past and present, for he was a man of his word. She wouldn’t lose him until she wanted – or needed – to. And that little bit of power allowed her not to question herself once more. So she leaned forward and captured his lips, her hips moving against his with sudden want.
So much for seeing the city…
I just finished inputting 5 packets of data at our lab...at midnight. I emailed my professor...at midnight.

SHE EMAILED ME BACK!...at midnight. XD

And said, in response to what I emailed her, that she thinks I just found my thesis hypothesis!!! :D...at midnight.


NIGHT OWLS FTW!!!!!

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I FUCKING KNEW IT! RUMPELSTILTSKIN/MR. GOLD IS THE BEAST IN BEAUTY AND THE BEAST!!!! I SO FUCKING CALLED IT /AGAIN/!!!
DAMN YOU TWO WEEK HAITUS!

YESSSSS!!!!!! *does a huge dance*

So having seen the preview of the latest episode of OUAT, it showed Rumpel speaking of love and of Belle and...just...YESSSSSSSSSSSS! :)

I loved Beauty and the Beast already, this is just enhancing and strengthing it ten fold!!!

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Cosplay-by-Elazule Featured By Owner 1 day ago  New member Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks for watching~ Hope to have a new photo set up soon.
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StickieBun13 Featured By Owner 5 days ago  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you for watching :3 ^^ :hug:
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LilyHellsing Featured By Owner 5 days ago
Haha, my pleasure!
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Willemijn1991 Featured By Owner Aug 24, 2014
Thanks so much for watching me :happybounce:  It's a great honour and I hope I won't dissapoint Pony Kiss Lots of Love, Willemijn :love: 
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Nevuela Featured By Owner Jun 11, 2014
How goes it? :)
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LilyHellsing Featured By Owner Jun 13, 2014
Swamped. You?
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Nevuela Featured By Owner Jun 13, 2014
Was, but now things are calming down a bit. Just trying to deal with the hellish summer heat. Today's the first nice day in a while, though. :)
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GoldieMilrose Featured By Owner May 17, 2014
Thanks for the fav and watching! Hug It means a lot for me.
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sirenabonita Featured By Owner May 12, 2014
:iconahoyplz: thankyou
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Hey, how ya doin'?
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