Post by TEAGAN TEAGAN TEAGAN TEAGAN TE on Nov 19, 2010 20:43:02 GMT -5
About ten minutes after leaving Orca, the most beautiful man to ever be alive or dead--lycan or not--Teagan Monolayre was back to her full height and natural age.
She couldn't apparate directly into her apartment because of all the wards protecting it from such things. Was such a thing paranoid or uncalled for? No.
She did have quite a large hate group, after all...
Scuttling down the stairs from her apartment, lips pursed, the nineteen-year-old pondered only about Orca--and the child she became. What would he think of it? His opinion mattered above all others! He acted jovial and unconcerned, but he didn't even want to travel with her back here--instead, he opted to stay in the treacherous graveyard by himself.
Was he rejecting her?
Maybe he thought it was a curse--perhaps she wasn't "grown up" enough to be a big girl or something. Of course, it was ridiculous, but... what if?
After all, he teased her when she shrunk and patted her on the head. Did he no longer think of her as a woman? He wasn't a pedophile and she wasn't a kid, but he stayed away from her. When she was her normal adult self, she could get close enough to him. When she changed, however... She remembered that he recoiled at first. Was she imagining it? No--she recalled the image perfectly as he began towering above her. He would never forget god-awful embarrassing moment.
Teagan stepped more slowly.
Did he hate her now? Did Orca hate her?
Even without being loved in return, Teagan could survive on this one-sided affection. But what if she grossed him out? What if he really wanted this chance to escape her grasp? He never kissed her first, but perhaps this "curse" was the tip of the iceberg.
If he hated her secretly and only forced himself to behave kindly... Then, could she really bear to live anymore?
At the end of the landing, the Monolayre took a moment to breathe. She let her warm forehead lie against the cool, cool wall. Her eye lashes fluttered gently together as her eyes relaxed into a listless stare.
Looking back, everyone she didn't first throw out or avoid altogether abandoned her. Her three most important people (before she met Orca) were killed when she was thirteen. She never attended class at that school again. At Magic Horizons, people would often go missing, as often occurs in magical schools. She never did find out what happened to Persephone or Samantha, two of very few people she considered her friends once upon a time.
Morgan Pendragon tried to commit suicide. That slytherin pervert Lucre (who had nothing in comparison to her new lycan lover) even vanished at some point. Then, Darren, the bloody tart who made her body act like this for a year now, suddenly moved out and away.
As for Doneele... Well, she was just a creeper.
Would Orca be next? Was this her fate?
Orca, as a lycan even daring enough to traverse peril without concern, was unlikely to die so easily. He was brave and strong and smelled really nice. It was only natural that he'd make it through anything. (Of course, this came from a biased perspective).
As far as him leaving her went, though... He could do that at any time. He might be doing that now. The clever witch could always brew up a love potion with ease, but she didn't want to seduce him that way.
Even if his hate made it so she could not bear to live, Teagan didn't want him to love her like that.
Oh, how these thoughts built up pressure behind her eyes and made her want to cry... At another time, she'd be utterly sickened by this overflow of emotion, but she couldn't forget how wonderful she felt today.
A small smile appeared on her soft, sad lips--a smile that did not quite reach her demonic and lonely eyes--and she straightened her back.
Even if he hated her, she would return as promised.
This love was a repugnantly painful thing. Yet it was plentiful and astounding, too.
Teagan traced a long finger across the enchanted chain around her left wrist and walked out into the blackness of the October night.
She couldn't apparate directly into her apartment because of all the wards protecting it from such things. Was such a thing paranoid or uncalled for? No.
She did have quite a large hate group, after all...
Scuttling down the stairs from her apartment, lips pursed, the nineteen-year-old pondered only about Orca--and the child she became. What would he think of it? His opinion mattered above all others! He acted jovial and unconcerned, but he didn't even want to travel with her back here--instead, he opted to stay in the treacherous graveyard by himself.
Was he rejecting her?
Maybe he thought it was a curse--perhaps she wasn't "grown up" enough to be a big girl or something. Of course, it was ridiculous, but... what if?
After all, he teased her when she shrunk and patted her on the head. Did he no longer think of her as a woman? He wasn't a pedophile and she wasn't a kid, but he stayed away from her. When she was her normal adult self, she could get close enough to him. When she changed, however... She remembered that he recoiled at first. Was she imagining it? No--she recalled the image perfectly as he began towering above her. He would never forget god-awful embarrassing moment.
Teagan stepped more slowly.
Did he hate her now? Did Orca hate her?
Even without being loved in return, Teagan could survive on this one-sided affection. But what if she grossed him out? What if he really wanted this chance to escape her grasp? He never kissed her first, but perhaps this "curse" was the tip of the iceberg.
If he hated her secretly and only forced himself to behave kindly... Then, could she really bear to live anymore?
At the end of the landing, the Monolayre took a moment to breathe. She let her warm forehead lie against the cool, cool wall. Her eye lashes fluttered gently together as her eyes relaxed into a listless stare.
Looking back, everyone she didn't first throw out or avoid altogether abandoned her. Her three most important people (before she met Orca) were killed when she was thirteen. She never attended class at that school again. At Magic Horizons, people would often go missing, as often occurs in magical schools. She never did find out what happened to Persephone or Samantha, two of very few people she considered her friends once upon a time.
Morgan Pendragon tried to commit suicide. That slytherin pervert Lucre (who had nothing in comparison to her new lycan lover) even vanished at some point. Then, Darren, the bloody tart who made her body act like this for a year now, suddenly moved out and away.
As for Doneele... Well, she was just a creeper.
Would Orca be next? Was this her fate?
Orca, as a lycan even daring enough to traverse peril without concern, was unlikely to die so easily. He was brave and strong and smelled really nice. It was only natural that he'd make it through anything. (Of course, this came from a biased perspective).
As far as him leaving her went, though... He could do that at any time. He might be doing that now. The clever witch could always brew up a love potion with ease, but she didn't want to seduce him that way.
Even if his hate made it so she could not bear to live, Teagan didn't want him to love her like that.
Oh, how these thoughts built up pressure behind her eyes and made her want to cry... At another time, she'd be utterly sickened by this overflow of emotion, but she couldn't forget how wonderful she felt today.
A small smile appeared on her soft, sad lips--a smile that did not quite reach her demonic and lonely eyes--and she straightened her back.
Even if he hated her, she would return as promised.
This love was a repugnantly painful thing. Yet it was plentiful and astounding, too.
Teagan traced a long finger across the enchanted chain around her left wrist and walked out into the blackness of the October night.
OOC: Reserved.DERP!