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Post by serena on May 24, 2012 21:36:29 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding: 30px; border: #a0a0a0 solid 30px; ]now tell me that we’ll never be apart  WORDS idkidc OUTFIT CLICK TAGGED OPEN she was here for a purpose. to hunt down the man that broke her heart, leaving her at the alter five months pregnant, and make him as miserable as she was. serena moreau was walking the streets of miami, looking. her blue eyes scanned the crowds of people and her steps were in tune with one another as her heels clicked. she was going to find diandre, and she wasnt leaving miami until she did. her 'mother' greatly disapproved of this, since what he did to her. but serena had to do this for herself, for her babies. yes babies. four months after getting dumped, she gave birth to his kids, oliver and brooke. they were only three months now, but serena was going to be damn sure he knew about them, and if he decided to stay out, he needed to pay.
as she walked she stopped every so often thinking she spotted him. her heart would stop. even if serena did find him in this crowded city she was unsure of what she was going to say to him. she was so worked up that she was starting to have a panic attack, breath re. she told herself, steadying her breathing she closed her eyes and opened them. they rested on a club, a seedy club. there were girls waiting outside with nothing on, and she knew thats where to find him. heading over she crossed the street and walked up to the bouncer, he eyed her up and she leaned forward a bit to expose herself some. he nodded and let her in. she knew how this worked, it was the same back in paris. once inside she turned pig she mumbled. heading over to the entrance steps she looked down at the club. bodies were moving in sync and serena felt her palms get sweaty.
she didnt know what to do next. she let out a long sigh and started down the steps. she was greeted by the dance floor and bodies griding towards her. she felt her skin crawl and started to push her way through to the bar. after a few drinks being spilt on her and nearly falling over she managed to get out. she stood at the edge of the dance floor and looked around. stopping at the bar she sighed. she was about to head over when a group of drunken girls started giggling and ran into her, spilling their martinis all over her. what the- serena looked up, her face getting hot, she cursed at them in french and they laughed. she needed to get out of here, but she was trapped between the bar and the tight dance floor. she tried to walk to the bar, safety, when one of the same girls 'tripped' into her, sending her flying. serena held her arms out and crashed into a gentleman standing. she felt her hands touch the ground, it was sticky and she felt herself start to cry. she wanted to get out. she needed to get out. she stood up and looked down excuse me sir |
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Post by diandre on May 24, 2012 23:19:17 GMT -5
you're the one that i should never take, but i can't sleep until i devour you - - - - - He still hadn't seen heads or tails of his family. He was drowning his sorrows in the bottle, living silently with the guilt of what he had done. He had left the mother of his children at the alter, just because he had anxiety and insecurities up the wazoo. Self-destructive behavior was his specialty but lately, it had become his best friend. When he wasn't drinking himself stupid, whoring around or running away from his problems, he was trying to find ways to land himself back in jail. He stayed near enough to his family that if they needed him, which they usually didn't, he could be there in an instant but at the same time, he kept enough of a distance that they didn't have to see him slowly destroying himself and/or tanking his own career. Every time he seemed to move forward, he took twice as many steps back.
When a girl smacked into him, presumably after stumbling, he sighed and set down the brown bottle that contained his beer. Slowly, he turned toward her and reached out to steady her. For the moment, he seemed rather distant. He was far gone enough that at first, her voice hadn't registered but when he saw her face, a groan left his lips before he could stop it. "Serena." He mumbled, seeming both worried and relieved. His thoughts raced, trying to find a reason why she would be here.
Had something happened? No, that couldn't be it. She had a far better system of support in France. He was unreliable and that was being generous at best. That left him with two options: confrontation of some sort or a second chance. Considering his shitty luck, it had to be the former. He struggled momentarily through the pleasant haze in his head, and it quickly resulted in a pounding headache that about brought him to his knees.
Releasing her awkwardly, he rubbed the back of his head and heaved a sigh. "Did something happen? Is everything okay? Did.....are you alright? I mean.." Damn, he couldn't think straight. He sank back against the counter and pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger.
It was only then that he noticed she was wet. From what, he didn't know. Considering the absence of the sound of raindrops against the roof, he knew it wasn't raining. Slowly, he shrugged out of his trusty, green coat and shifted his weight, draping it over her shoulders. Another thought occurred to him, and he pinched himself, deciding that the idea was far less appealing than the previous two. "Not a dream." He muttered under his breath as a jolt of pain shot through his arm, quickly fading and blowing his 'worst' fears to bits.
He knew he should have forced himself to stay and make it work. He had given into impulse, though. Even he could recognize that he simply wasn't husband or father material. He'd end up fucking things up royally. It always happened, and it was in his nature. At the time, he had convinced himself that they'd all be better off, especially his kids. They deserved better than what he could ever dream to offer them, far better, and he lived with that horrifying truth every day. TEMPLATE BY VIKA OF CAUTION. |
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Post by serena on May 24, 2012 23:34:53 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding: 30px; border: #a0a0a0 solid 30px; ]now tell me that we’ll never be apart WORDS idkidc OUTFIT CLICK TAGGED OPEN when he grabbed her arm to steady her she felt tingles where his hands were. she hadnt seen, spoke to or let alone touched him in almost a year. she gulped hard and steadied herself looking at him. when he said her name it seemed in a bad tone. she narrowed her eyes. dianre. she said in a blank tone. if he was going to play this tough guy game, so was she. she was done putting up with his crap. realizing that he smelled horribly of alcohol and sweat she let out a single sigh. nothing had changed, if anything it got worse. she shook her head and her mind wandered back to when she first met him. he wasnt the sweetest, but for some reason she fell in love with him quicker then anyone else, and she still did love him. with all of her heart, but she hated him at the same time.
no, nothing was wrong, she was completely and perfectly fine. minus the alcohol drenched into her skin, and the pounding migraine and lack of food in her stomach. she was also worried about the babies. she left them with a sitter. some teenage girl that lived next door who was more concerned with her boyfriend then the babies. she shook her head again trying to forgett about that for now. she had a bigger task. she needed to talk to him, but here and now werent the time and place. when he spoke his words seemed frantic, jumbled, nervous and worried. serena put her finger up to his lips silencing him. no, im fine. nothing is wrong and...they're fine.... when he put his thumb and forefinger on the bridge of his nose she chuckled slightly. so you still do that signature move hu she stepped back and put a hand on her hip. not much ahd changed with him.
straightening up she cleared her throat. he was looking at her, her drenched dress and somewhat soaked hair. she felt awkwardly concious of what she looked like. she probably looked fat, post pregnant and disgustng. she shrugged and looked down. her shoulders felt heavy all of a sudden and she looked up, his jacket was now resting on her. she looked at him, part of him cared. she was confused. mayb he had changed uh, thanks she mumbled out awkwardly.when he pinched himself she chuckled again. he was drunk. and serena never chuckled so whatever she drank before she walked in was now setting in on her body.
she shook her head and grabbed a shot off of a tray of a waitress. she took it quickly and then looked at him. can we go somewhere, and talk. was all she said. she needed to get out of here, or at least go somewhere quiet. she turned on her heels and began to walk. where to she didnt know but she was going. she didnt turn around to see if he was following, if he was good for him. if not, it was over. for good, he was never going to see oliver or brooke and he sure as hell wasnt getting a second chance. yes, she understood that he was an ego-tistical asshole but serena loved him, with all of her heart and she didnt want to let him go.
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Post by diandre on May 24, 2012 23:51:18 GMT -5
you're the one that i should never take, but i can't sleep until i devour you - - - - - He slowly trailed after her, trying to piece together his thoughts. She wanted to talk. That was never good, was it? The Serena that he had fallen for had been sweet and in his eyes, without fault. His stomach churned and gurgled loudly. He had gotten himself drunk on an empty stomach. It wasn't the smartest thing in the world, last he checked.
He snapped out of his thoughts and scrambled to use his shoulder to force the door open before she could open it. "My keys are in my coat pocket." He said after a moment of silence, using their native tongue. It was slightly slurred and not easily comprehended, but it was easy to get the gist of it. He knew that he had been the one to screw it up. Story of his life. The reason he was always so miserable was because he destroyed all the good things in his life and when the booze stopped holding such a distracting allure for him, he turned toward jail time.
She had every right to haul off and smack him. He more than deserved it. He leaned against the car and rubbed his eyes, glancing toward her. "Are the kids okay? It's not my business, but I've been worried about them and..." He trailed off, averting his gaze as if he had realized what he was about to say. I missed you were the words that he left unspoken.
Was it possible? Had he found the one he was destined to be with? Why did she want to talk? Why was she here? Where were the kids? He didn't even seem to notice as the wind picked up, biting silently at his exposed flesh. It sent chills racing down his spine, and he did an amazing job of ignoring it, almost like he thought he deserved it. TEMPLATE BY VIKA OF CAUTION. |
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Post by serena on May 25, 2012 9:19:49 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding: 30px; border: #a0a0a0 solid 30px; ]now tell me that we’ll never be apart WORDS idkidc OUTFIT CLICK TAGGED OPEN after a few steps she turned her head slightly to see him trailing behind her. he looked sick though, not well. she felt a feeling of guilt, almost as if it was her fault. she looked down at her feet watching with every step. her heels clicked as she stepped closer to the door. closer to silence, closer to reality. she started to reach for the door and nearly stumbled when he beat her to it. she chuckled and slid her hand in the pocket of his jacket lifting out his keys good thing i walked then handing them to him she stepped outside into the wet, cold air. it was actually pretty refreshing. granted things were alot different here then they were eback home in paris, but she could get used to this change.
as they reached the car she stopped at the pasenger side, looking at him. he looked confused scared and uneasy she walked over and stood next to him. they're great. look like you more then me actually. she chuckled. they have your eyes she looked up at him and stared in his eyes. she felt her heart breaking in half. looking down quickly she let out an awkward cough sigh combination. she looked up straight ahead. and it is your business, as much as you dont want them they are yours, their business is your business. she stood up straight and headed back to the passenger side door openeing it. shall we then? she noted before stepping into the car, getting comfortable in the seat.
it must have seemed awfully confusing why she was there. why she was even being nice to him. granted she wanted to just beat the crap out of him, she wanted to hold him, be with him, just like how they were before everything happened. she missed him, and wether he admitted it or not she knew he missed her. she had been through alot without him, raising their kids. it was a tough job to do alone, let alone being a woman and doing it. but there isnt a day that went by that she would trade meeting, falling in love with and having diandre's children.
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Post by diandre on May 26, 2012 10:57:32 GMT -5
you're the one that i should never take, but i can't sleep until i devour you - - - - - He plucked the keys from her hand and got into the driver's seat of the flashy, black car. Naturally, it was a 2012 Lamborghini Gallardo "Toro" with a top speed of 205 MPH. When the new model came out, he'd be trading up. He probably shouldn't have been driving, but he was sober enough to know what the hell he was doing. He had been driving since he was fourteen, for chrissakes. It wasn't like he couldn't hold his liquor. He slid the key into the ignition and hesitated, putting his seat belt on.
Her words bounced around in the confines of his skull, and he released a heavy sigh. "You're wrong about me not wanting them." He said firmly after his silence had ended. Not even waiting to hear a response from her, he turned the key and listened as the engine purred to life. French music pulsed from the speakers of the Italian car, and he rolled down the tinted windows. When he was mostly settled, ignoring the pounding in his head, he shifted the car's gears from neutral to first then moved his foot from the break to the gas pedal. The car rolled forward then came to a stop at the exit of the parking lot as he applied pressure to the break.
He coughed and glanced toward her from the corner of his eye. "Where to? Right, left, straight? You're the navigator, Serena." He said quietly, biting the inside of his cheek until he tasted the metallic tang of blood. "I-I thought they'd be better without me around to fuck up their lives and part of me figured that they wouldn't be as screwed up as me if I wasn't around to influence them." He shrugged limply and fiddled with the volume of his radio, turning it down so he could hear himself think. TEMPLATE BY VIKA OF CAUTION. |
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Post by serena on May 28, 2012 15:06:00 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding: 30px; border: #a0a0a0 solid 30px; ]now tell me that we’ll never be apart WORDS idkidc OUTFIT CLICK TAGGED OPEN serena felt a sudden rush of anxiety. this is what she had been waiting for, for almost a whole year, but now that she was experiencing it, she wish she wasnt. letting out an awkward sigh she sat in the seat, buckled in, and looked out the window. she kept her hands in her lap and her eyes out the window. when he finally broke the silence she looked over at him. she was wrong? if she was so wrong why did he leave her. leave her at the alter in front of 200 + people. pregnant. emotional, and alone. serena let out a chuckle. really. she didnt want to start anything with him, but he wasnt getting off that easy. if im wrong, why did you leave me five months pregnant, at the alter, alone diandre. if im wrong why didnt you even CALL to see if i needed help, if they were even alive. for all you know i couldve aborted them. she kept her voice at a stable tone. she didnt want to start anything with him, but he needed to know how hurt she was.
looking back out the window as he stopped she pointed to the right. they were going back to her place, she assumed. too bad the kids were with a sitter. and she wasnt letting him see them that easy. if he wanted to see his children he was going to have to prove, to her that he wanted it. that he wasnt going to leave, that he loved them. she didnt even care if he loved her anymore, she was over it. she would rather raise them and have him love them then raise them and have him not around. she looked over at him and watched as he bit his lip. he was nervous and she knew that. he had every right to be, just like she had every right to be pissed. when he spoke again she listened and let it sink in before she spoke again. thats why you left? she paused you didnt want to fuck them up? she couldnt believe this, that was a pretty shitty excuse. but then again, serena was just stubborn.
listen to me. she paused and turned slightly so she was facing him. being a parent isnt about wether you're good at it or not, its about learning. it doesnt matter how they turn out. they could turn out as messed up as anything with just me raising them. she shook her head you cant keep telling yourself that you would be a horrible parent, because you wouldnt. she looked out the window and then in her lap. i just wish you wouldnt have left the way you did she shrugged slightly. the whole purpose of the trip wasnt really to inform him how pissed she was. it was more to inform him how hurt she was. she did miss him, and she wanted him back.
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