your voice makes me weak, rayne [rari]

[MARI ELIZABETH MCENTYRE]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #2e2e2e; width:430px; height:550px; padding:0px;] take me back to your bed I love you so much that it hurts my head. Say, I don't mind you under my skin. I'll let the bad parts in, the bad parts in. TAGGED: who WORDS: 6 2 5 the forever twenty four year old woman had always enjoyed dying her hair, even when she was a younger teenager, so it wouldn't have been surprising that she changed her hair as soon as she ran away from a conflict of the heart. she had went through a bunch of different hair colors, and probably damaging her former natural hair color. honestly, she couldn't remember her natural hair color and she couldn't bring herself to asking her biological parents. they were old when she was a teenager and she already felt bad enough that she could no longer send updated pictures of her to her parents. she really did care about them, and just wants to grow old and then die, for her body to be layed gently in a coffin six feet under the ground. not being able to grow old was slowly starting to wear on her nerves and she was constantly thinking about it while she layed in her bed that tended to comfort her on her hour of need. a low audible sigh escaped her lips and she knew that she was going to have to get up and devour one of those stupid blood packs. she was trying really hard not to go on insane killing sprees. her hazel orbs cast towards the ceiling while she ran a hand through her current blonde hair as she was looking for a sense of "normal". turning her head to the side looking at the time on her rinky dink tracefone and lightly rolling her eyes, "might as well move." her soft voice whispered out into the open air. she really hated when her voice echoed in her new place, considering she was new in town and really had no idea where anything is. she pushed towards the direction closes to get off and rolled off the bed and pulled herself up until she was standing upright. her soft bottom lips was embraced by the top row of her teeth sliding against it, while she picked out clothing to get dressed for her adventure. she pulled the door open revealing the harsh lighting, picking up her bag along with her sunglasses. she slide her sunglasses on while shutting the door, also making sure the room was locked since she would rather not deal with pesky burglars. her footsteps seemed to echo from the flooring while she made her way downstairs and finally able to reach the sidewalk. where am i going to get lost today? she thought, as she walked towards the direction that she wasn't sure which leaded but she was going in that direction. her hand slipped her phone back in her purse while getting lost in her thoughts. her hand ran through her bangs causing them to slip into the rest of her blonde locks. mari found herself in a park as her eyes scanned the area, feeling the need to might as well look before she continued on her journey when she saw him. but it couldn't be him.. he must have been a figment of her imagination. her foot steps seemed to lighten inside her head as she felt her stomach started flipping and turning, the no longer familiar feeling of having "butterflies in your stomach" feeling. walking up to him was only the start, she picked up her hand and tapped him softly on the shoulder. this must have been the first time in a long time since she gathered his attention that way, she waited until he started turning around for her start to speak, "rayne?" she asked, nervously. she knew it was him, but she was so scared about his reaction. she just wanted to run away, since she hated confrontations. OUTFIT: HERE.

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[RAYNE XAVIER SAVAGE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #1C1C1C;,true][cs=2] & MY LOVE FOR YOU WAS BULLETPROOF BUT YOU'RE THE ONE WHO SHOT ME AND GOD DAMN IT I CAN BARELY SAY YOUR NAME SO I'LL TRY TO WRITE IT AND FILL THE PEN WITH BLOOD FROM THE SINK BUT DON'T JUST SAY IT YOU SHOULD SING MY NAME PRETEND THAT IT'S A SONG 'CAUSE FOREVER IT'S YOURS AND WE CAN SING THIS ON THE WAY - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - home
[atrb=width,240] Rayne had no fucking idea what he was doing in a park, of all the places he could visit in Manuka, Maine. But, he had to admit, it was a beautiful day, no mater how much he couldn't care. The birds were chirping - annoying little shits - and the sun was shining, warming his bare, tattooed arms. It wasn't all that bad, honestly. Days like these were nice, yes, but gave him much time to think, or reminded him or old memories he couldn't quite recall, which would make him sad. He loved to grow nostalgic of his past, except for those times with.. and after his.. Anyways, he had loved his mortal life, was quite fond of those particular memories. And luck so had it that he barely remembered them. How shitty. It was he might as well get some kid of tan, even if it was half a shade. In the reflection of his phone's screen - what a useful little device the humans had created in the time he was dead - he could easily tell how pale he was. Like he was dead. Well, he was, in a sense, but that was besides the point. It scared some people, and as much as he adored frightening the shit out of the locals, it also drove away some of the attractive women. Plus he needed a distraction. Things were getting rough again, especially because of a certain redhead.. Stop. You came out here to do something else, so don't think about it, dumbass. The feeling of someone tap-tap-tapping on his shoulder had him halt immediately, blinking in confusion. Wait, what..? The angel turned, hearing a girl's voice, soft and gentle and all too familiar, say his name questioningly, as if to confirm that was his identity. His grey gaze landed on the stranger. The hair, the outfit.. Overall, she was gorgeous, like, fuck. Better looking than most of the ladies he met in the club, but there was something else.. Something.. A sudden pang of unimaginable pain struck his chest, the breath hitching in his throat, causing a lump to form. No. It couldn't.. Impossible.. She wasn't.. "M-Mari?" Rayne was beyond confused. Flabbergasted. Whatever the hell were the synonyms. He couldn't believe this. It was absolutely impossible. Mari would be forty-three now - not that he was counting - and married, and have a family, and.. and.. But this girl had her face, her beautiful, mesmerizing eyes.. Her voice.. His hands balled into fists at his sides, biting down on his lower lip.	[atrb=width,140] words , 424 words tagged , marie and mari cx notes , OUTFIT awwhh this is so cute omfg <333
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[MARI ELIZABETH MCENTYRE]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #2e2e2e; width:430px; height:550px; padding:0px;] take me back to your bed I love you so much that it hurts my head. Say, I don't mind you under my skin. I'll let the bad parts in, the bad parts in. TAGGED: vine with the ever-so-sexy rayne WORDS: 6 8 9 Mari was completely use to getting lost when she was in a new place, she spent a few years traveling around the world but everything was such a blur. She also didn't sleep very well since her body developed the urge to be awake for when the sunset and when the sunrised, and she hated it. Her mind wasn't settling on the fact that there were other noices in the air, and probably wouldn't realize that her heart wasn't actually beating out of her chest. That was just her imagination playing on tricks on her, just like it had to think of Rayne as completely homosexual, it just wasn't her thing to judge. She really didn't have any room for it. Knowing that she could have ran into the man that walked among her favorite memories anywhere else, but she was quite surprised to see him at a park. The last time she was at a park, it was one of her many flings and got high, it was before she knew that she had a Guardian Angel. Only one of her arms had tattooed laced around it, she felt like it was completely done and if it wasn't to anyone else, well they could suck it. She was no longer attracted to just one gender or recognized them, for that matter. She felt like everyone had the potiental to be attractive and would admit that she had a few nights with extremely attractive woman while she was on the other side of the world. Sometimes she also felt like her skin would never phase into a tan, and she also knew that tanned skin was dead skin cells. Sometimes she would wonder what would have happened, if she just handled the situation differently.. were would she be in this godforsaken place. But running into him was bring up far too many memories for her to be able to process her surroundings, as her hazal eyes collided into eye contact with his. He looked exactly the same to her, and she was having a hard time to keep a small smile on her face. Her mother taught her manners and she also picked up a thing where she hated showing her real emotions to people, so breaking down in the middle of a park would be a new low for her. He was still just as gorgeous as ever. Hearing her name escape those sweet lips, the soundtrack to memories causing her to smile without much control over it. "Yeah, it's me.. Mari." she answered back to him. Her hand lifted and lightly placed it on the back of her neck, rubbing it slightly while her eyes went back to the land. She really wasn't sure what she was suppose to say, and all those amount of times that she had practiced this very thing. "I know it's not much, but I..I just wanted to tell you that I was sorry for hurting you. You really didn't deserve it. I'm so so sorry." she said, voice slightly cracking while appologizing to him and the tears laced around the rim of her eyes, while she kept blinking them back. She couldn't remember removing her sunglasses, but it happened. "So you're probably wondering why exactly I don't look fourty three, correct?" she guessed outloud, and she just wanted to hug him and feel the warmth of his familar body. "I-i.." she started to try to answer, and her eyes fell against the floor as she realized that she didn't practise this part. "I had a stalker.." she told him, it was almost as if her burn marks started to burn once more and the cuts on her back started to itch, reminding her of a far more greater nightmare. She felt like it was her fault for putting herself in that situation. She also noticed that his hand was balled up, and was already bracing herself to get hit or catch it. ..but her Rayne would never hurt her like that, he was a very feelsy guy and the very guy that made her feel safe. OUTFIT: HERE.

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[RAYNE XAVIER SAVAGE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #1C1C1C;,true][cs=2] & MY LOVE FOR YOU WAS BULLETPROOF BUT YOU'RE THE ONE WHO SHOT ME AND GOD DAMN IT I CAN BARELY SAY YOUR NAME SO I'LL TRY TO WRITE IT AND FILL THE PEN WITH BLOOD FROM THE SINK BUT DON'T JUST SAY IT YOU SHOULD SING MY NAME PRETEND THAT IT'S A SONG 'CAUSE FOREVER IT'S YOURS AND WE CAN SING THIS ON THE WAY - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - home
[atrb=width,240] Rayne could recall that the females of today complained about their periods. Like, a lot. It was called.. PMSing? They were bitchy, whiny, and moody. One moment they were happy as a kitten with a ball of yarn, and the next they were preparing to rip your throat out for moving the TV remote or some stupid shit like that. Well, holy fucking hell, he felt like he could finally relate to that, finally understand what they were feeling, although his pain wasn't coming from a natural monthly menstrual cycle. His pain was brought on by the memories that seeing Mari again triggered. He couldn't remember the last time he cried, but right now, fuck, did he feel like crying. That didn't happen, of course, because that was sappy and that wasn't him anymore. The bitter taste of blood trickled onto his tongue, making him realize that he had broken the tender skin on his bottom lip from biting at it so much in the last few minutes. It took everything he had to stand there, to keep from letting that dark depression swallow him whole like it had many times before, but the traces of fury bubbling in his stomach told him that he'd either explode or he'd completely break down right in the middle of this fucking park. It took him seconds to flip out a cigarette and lighter, feeling his hands begin to tremble as he lit the cancerstick, urgently craving the nicotine's soothing effects. Not that it would prevent him from doing anything stupid, but it did help dull his anger, his sorrow, his hurt. It was a lot less effective than drugs, but it's all he had, all eh could have. Prison wasn't a very comfortable place. Going back wasn't high on his list of shit to do. And where that entire PMS thought came from, began at Mari's apology. Rayne almost crushed the cigarette between his bare fingers as the ache in his chest felt like it was being ripped open in a gaping hole that everyone could see. Sorry..? That's all she could say? Sorry? He set his jaw, trying to keep a hold on himself and his emotions. All that numbness had been stripped away by a few simple sentences, and the appearance of the girl that had caused him to become fallen. He had never blamed Mari for anything, had always thought that everything that had happened was entirely his stupid fault. But in that moment, his anger was directed towards her, not himself. That negative energy was going to drive him insane, even more than he already was. He couldn't hit Mari, probably never could, no matter what happened, how much she had hurt him and taken away from him, but he needed to do something. The park was rather empty of people today. It'd probably break his hand, sprain his arm, maybe dislocate his shoulder a little, but punching a tree was looking really tempting right about now. So was yelling and screaming and just losing his mind, but if he let go now, the angel probably wouldn't be capable of putting himself back together afterwards. The part about her having a stalker only made it worse. When he hadn't been around, she got hurt. He didn't know what she was now, but it didn't make him happy. Any kind of transformation into any supernatural that stopped the aging process had to be painful as hell. The thought about Mari being harmed, going through that.. Rayne could tell that he was shaking now, the nicotine in his cigarette far beyond calming his fury. "Just.." He closed his grey eyes and tilted his head back, letting out a trembling sigh. "Shut up. Just for one fucking minute, please." He crushed the cancerstick in his hand, the smoldering ashes burning into the flesh of his palm. It stung. He opened his hand to let the white flakes fall to the ground, and turned away from Mari, trying to keep it together. The man let out another shaky breath, muscles tensing. 'Why are you here?"	[atrb=width,140] words , 677 words tagged , marie and mari cx notes , OUTFIT you should tell me how you like this template c:
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[MARI ELIZABETH MCENTYRE]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #2e2e2e; width:430px; height:550px; padding:0px;] take me back to your bed I love you so much that it hurts my head. Say, I don't mind you under my skin. I'll let the bad parts in, the bad parts in. TAGGED: vine with the ever-so-sexy rayne WORDS: 8 1 4 PMSing was nothing compared to the transformation of becoming a Vampire, especially since she barely made it by the skin of her..fangs. It also didn't compare to the fact that of the guilt that was far more worse now that she was standing near the man that actually made her feel human. The current feelings that she was feeling wasn't the type that she particularly wanted. The depression that often occured when the guilt started to eat at her in the back of her mind, would often cause her to lash out on a victim while she was feeding. She hated that she had to relly on humans for their blood, so she hoped that whatever side won that humans would stay, because she wouldn't be able to survive. Although, sometimes leaving this godforsaken place sounded like a good thing from time to time, but she would feel like she had unfinished business.. though she didn't believe that Vampires had the opportunity to come back in Ghost form, that was only for the Humans. Sometimes she felt like her Soul was being eaten, while the guilt picked at her. It made her feel like a volterous creature, sometimes she was disgusted by what she had become.. but the pleasures from the power she felt behind it was a perk in itself. She no longer felt like a helpless mortal, that could be plucked from existence at any point in time. If only she was able to get rid of the guilt, she would be able to stay away from Rayne.. no matter how much feelings that she had buried beneathe inside of her. She didn't blame him for having a stalker, because she knew that type of person she was. Her hand ran through her hair when she heard him told her to shut up, it had also caused her to slightly flinch from the sudden outburst. She wasn't use to him yelling at her, count of think of it, she couldn't remember him every yelling at her. Her eyebrows furried in confusing, what happened to the feelsy guy that she forced herself to make it seem like she thought of him as a brother. She could even remember going bathing suit shopping with him, so she would be able to have a guys opinion. She teased him back then, so he would be able to be use to todays modern world. "oh..sure." she found herself replying to him, knowing that it was a lot to take in suddenly all in one day. She wasn't the type to just beat around the bush a lot, she was a the type of person that blurted it out and hoped for the best. That was.. unless it dealt with her actual feelings. Watching him crush the cigarette in his hand, it had to have cause some form of pain and noticed that the flakes met their end on the ground. Hearing the question, and knew that he wanted to know her purpose for suddenly being in the same town as he. Logically, she understood that some people would feel like their was altermotive about the subject and knew that.. if she had stayed human, she would have been able to stay away since he appeared twenty one years old. "Why am I here?" she repeated the question, it was an old habit that she did when she was stalling because she was incrediable nervous about admitting something. She turned on her heels facing towards the horizon, "Well.. i'm here for you." she answered, luckily for her that her sunglasses were now on and the tear rolled down on the cheek away from his view. "I've had some time to think about what I said and realized that I was scared and lashed out. I didn't know how to settle down." she started rambling, it was like word vomit but with feelings. The truth was that she never thought about him like a brother, but she had some serious commitment issues. "I'm sorry that it was because of me that you fell." she said, biting the inside of her cheek. A part of her kinda would rather have gotten hit, so she could tell him her final 'goodbye'... but she knew that her feelings would tear her up inside and she would purposely get a hunter on her tracks. It was easier to be a Vampire to be able to die then a Fallen Angel, her fingers wanted to trace the outline of his face again. She wanted to hug him, so much that it hurt. Another part of her wished that he got another charge, then she wouldn't fucked up his chance of moving on from his Guardian Duties and he wouldn't have fallen for a mortal. This was all her fault and that's the core of her belief system. OUTFIT: HERE. | it's an adorable template, babe<3

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[RAYNE XAVIER SAVAGE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #1C1C1C;,true][cs=2] & MY LOVE FOR YOU WAS BULLETPROOF BUT YOU'RE THE ONE WHO SHOT ME AND GOD DAMN IT I CAN BARELY SAY YOUR NAME SO I'LL TRY TO WRITE IT AND FILL THE PEN WITH BLOOD FROM THE SINK BUT DON'T JUST SAY IT YOU SHOULD SING MY NAME PRETEND THAT IT'S A SONG 'CAUSE FOREVER IT'S YOURS AND WE CAN SING THIS ON THE WAY - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - home
[atrb=width,240] Here for him? What the fuck else could she possibly want from him? He gave Mari everything he could, everything he had, everything he fucking was, and she just brushed him aside because he was like a brother. Not a romantic interest. The angel couldn't count how many times he had laid in bed, awake at night because he didn't need sleep. Couldn't count the endless thoughts that ran through his mind in those moments. The what ifs? torturing him for days and days without a patch of sunlight to recover him from the cold clutches of his depression. He could still feel the unimaginable amount of pain that one got when they blew their head to pieces, only to wake up, fully recovered, days later, unscathed. He knew how it felt to have your heart ripped out of your chest, and the one who did that dastardly deed take everything else away. Falling wasn't too bad. Being a guardian angel was pretty shitty, anyways. No, that didn't matter. What was important, however, was.. Mari took his way out. And there she went, apologizing. Again. "Just fucking stop!" Rayne suddenly snapped, whirling around to just to get up her space, probably a little closer than he should have been She's still so pretty. The thought went unnoticed in his mind, but it was still there, feeling the knot in his chest loosen by the tiniest fraction. "If you tell me sorry one more time, I will walk away and leave Manuka for good." Obviously, the threat was easier said than done, but it came out of that big mouth of his anyways, grey eyes flashing. It was quite difficult to imagine her feeling guilty enough to apologize. Or maybe she only did it because she wanted her best friend back. Either way, Mari was here, Mari was alive, to an extent, of course. She had come looking for him, after all these years. His lips twitched with the faintest ghost of a smile, though the warmth touched his eyes, the shade lighter, like a cloud that's just not ready to let loose its rain. He almost reached out, almost brushed his hand against her cheek, incapable of allowing her to feel guilty, or to even pity him, which was what he believed was happening. But, damn, did he want to. Wanted to feel the softness of her skin, to caress her cheek and whisper soft nothings, tell her everything was fine and all was forgiven, just like old times. Rayne had done many things to himself before, but he knew he wouldn't be able to handle it if he touched her. The wound already had salt rubbed in it from her sudden appearance. It's be ripped open even wider if he allowed himself the small pleasures of reliving memories, and then where would he be? Alone, worse than before, pining more and more for the end. A sense of bitterness welled up in the pit of his stomach. He couldn't die. That was the only thing he could ever blame her for. Mari took his way out. "Don't blame any of this on yourself, you hear me?" he said, his words taking on a much gentler tone, licking his lips. His grey gaze roamed over her pretty little face, remembering all those times he had said that same phrase when she got dumped from what little dating she did. The man couldn't control himself, and he tucked a strand of loose blonde hair behind Mari's ear, fingertips brushing just barely against the skin. They then trailed down to her jaw, moving lightly until they reached her chin, and he tilted her head upwards to make sure she would look at him. "It's my fault, not yours. I was stupid back then. Hell, I'm probably dumber now with all the shit I do. I don't mind being fallen, Sure, it hurt like a bitch when they ripped out my wings, but I'm more free now. You couldn't control that I fell for.. You couldn't control that, okay?" He pulled his hand back to himself, shoving both into his pockets. "I.. I don't regret anything I ever said or done back then. I don't blame you for the shit that's happened to me. In fact, you should be screaming at me. You had a fucking stalker! And now.. now..." It would possibly just kill him altogether, but the angel couldn't help it. He cupped her face in his hand, cheek brushing softly against her cheek. Mari was cold. "You're like this because of me." Lord knows there were so many more things he wanted to say, to do, but Rayne didn't. He could only shut his mouth and imagine how much worse he was going to get when Mari left. He could already feel the dark depression piercing his chest, black bangs falling into his grey eyes. A sad smile found its way to his lips, a humorless chuckle escaping on his breath. "You are so lucky, Mari, yet you can't see it. What are you now? Immortal? A vampire?" His hand left her skin immediately. "So very lucky." Even as invincible as they may seem, even immortals and vampires could die, and, oh, how it was much easier to them to die and go wherever it is they went.	[atrb=width,140] words , 884 words tagged , marie and mari cx notes , OUTFIT the lyrics fit so perfectly just ajdnsnssjs ALL MY RARI FEELS <333
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[MARI ELIZABETH MCENTYRE]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #2e2e2e; width:430px; height:550px; padding:0px;] take me back to your bed I love you so much that it hurts my head. Say, I don't mind you under my skin. I'll let the bad parts in, the bad parts in. TAGGED: who WORDS: 1 1 9 8 Desprately wanted to tell him that she never thought of him like a brother and she was a scared little bitch, who ran at the thought of a commitment. Why did her first boyfriend cause her to feel like serious relationships were a terrifying thing? That was back when she didn't have Rayne to curl up to and cry her eyes out on. That was the one relationship that caused her to feel like shit and forced her mom to home-school her ever since. Her social skills tended not to be the best back then, her sentences were awkward and tended to pick up on old speak. She was not human long without him, but she spent most of time getting too drunk to remember anything and probably slept with a few people that she wouldn't be proud of. She wondered if she was a raging cunt, would she had been more resistable and less charming... or what would she be like if she never left Rayne's side. She would probably find a way so she could live forever with him, she wouldn't want to grow old and watch him be forever twenty one. She would have done something completely stupid after he fell, so she would be able to live forever with her best friend. How many times was she apologizing to him? She honestly couldn't remember, everything was really happening to fast. Hearing Rayne snap at her and noticing how close she was, caused her to take an unvoluntary step backwards, she was confused. Rayne never snapped at her like that, and opened her mouth to speak but ended up closing it again. She was speechless by even the smallest amount of him snapping at her, what happened to my sweet, wonderful rayne? she found herself thinking. She wanted to cry, and slipped on her sunglasses to keep the fact that the rim of her eyes started to slowly fill with water. Then she heard his threat, she let out a slow breathe, "No...this is your town, i can leave.." she started and looked back up at him, "but i rather not. I'm tired of running." she added onto it. He could threaten her all he desired, but if he wanted her to leave.. she would do what he wished. She just wanted him to be happy and by the looks for everything that was going on, he hasn't been happy for a long time and she was blaming herself. She looked away from him and attempted to sly wipe her eyes, and would blame it on allergies.. but that would have been an obvious lie. She felt very responsible for him being a mister grumpy bear, and it was only adding to the amount of guilt that she was already feeling. It was like she was being weighed down by a singular ton weight, figuritively of course. She didn't know that her reappearnace was like opening a bandaid to a wound. She just felt like she was tired of the "what if's" that she could fix by her showing up. She knew that it was a lot harder for him to die, and it was all her fault. More guilt. She felt like the glass was over-flowing in a sea of her guilty concious. She was having a hard time not crying, and the only thing keeping her from doing so was that she wasn't in her little apartment. She had several different apartment rooms, and only got the small ones because she only did odd jobs. Her crowded throughts were interupted by his softer tone, a type of tone that once upon a time, she was use to it. She lifted her sunglasses and pulled them off of her face and held them in her hands. It was going to be used as something that she would not fidget, "If it were that simple.." she replied, while nibbling her bottom lip. Sometimes she wished she had dated a little bit more, then she would have been able to commit to one person but she was also scared that he was the one and she was only twenty three years old. She was almost started when she felt a gentle brush against her skin, causing part of her bangs to be behind her ear once more and her eyes were trained against his shoes. It had been so long since she had been touched ever-so gently, it was causing the hairs on the back of her neck to stand on end. She would be good, as long as his lips (or anything) didn't touch her neck.. that was her sweet spot. The light force on her chin caused her to look at him, he was still taller than her and she took a step forward. Listening to him while he removed his hand from her and noticed they were stuffed in his pockets, "just one thing, did you ever notice a man following me, at all?" she asked, she had been curious about that all these years and finally had a chance to go ahead and ask. She had looked away at a bird flying by, she had heard it way before but it was like an echo to distract her from her thoughts. Her hands were balled up to keep her from hugging him, it wasn't until she felt his touch again cupping her face causing her to look at him again. She heard him, and pulled up her hands and placed them over his. "Not like I wasn't a trouble magnet back then.. we shouldn't forget that." she replied to him, with a soothing voice. Then she heard him tell her that she was lucky, which caused her to scoff, if she was lucky she would be able to be happy with her life..well undead life. "I'm a vampire, I live to suck you-your blood." she answered him, adding a small joke to lighten the mood, her fingers were intertwining with his that were still cupping her face. She could have used some vampire "voodoo"/"magic" on him, but she would never cross that line.. ever. "How can I even be lucky?" she asked him, as she took another step closer. She desprately wanted a full on hug from him, so much that it hurt. "I've missed you, so much." she said, sheepishly but still looking deep into his eyes.. allowing him to know that she was being completely honest. She wasn't leaving this time, not unless he didn't want her to stay. She just wanted him back in her life, no matter to what degree; however, she did want to be with him in the romantic sense. "And..i'm also not leaving, i've looked for you for months now and traveled all the way here. I just hope you'll allow me back in your life..." she trailed, and adding onto it, "If you allow me too?" she had started biting her lip and was so scared that he would tell her "to go away" in the scary hurtful tone that she heard earlier. But all she wanted right now was a hug but too scared to do it herself. OUTFIT: HERE | i have no idea were all that came from xD.

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[RAYNE XAVIER SAVAGE]

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[atrb=width,240] "Stop doing that," he scolded softly, fingers moving to curl around the frame of her sunglasses to remove them from her face. He couldn't stand that she was trying to hide her eyes, those gorgeous hazel eyes. Though, now, they had a blue tinge to them, and he realized that they were actually watering. Those definitely weren't from allergies, and he could feel his heart drop. Was he too harsh? Did he scare her? Why was she crying? "Mari..." The angel gently wiped a small tear from her cheek, the sense of self-loathing coming on again. Why the fuck couldn't he do anything right? "Please don't get upset. I'm sorry I snapped at you. I didn't mean to." God, had it been such a long time since he was so desperate to apologize to someone, to make them feel better again. He had changed so much. Maybe that was intimidating to the girl. "Life is far from simple, my dear. I would know," he let out an inaudible sigh, secretly vowing to himself that he would find a way to not let Mari keep blaming herself for what happened. It was his own damn fault and she should know that. She was incapable of controlling how he felt and what he did. He should have kept his mouth shut, said it was all a mistake, and they would have moved on with their lives. But then Rayne also knew how difficult it would have been had that happened, watching her grow up, get married, start a family.. It would have only been a matter of time until he wouldn't be able to show himself because of his ceased aging process. Just imagining that seemed like a worse hell than what he had been going through for the past two decades.. But then his memories reminded him of the asylums, the killings, his insanity. No, things would have been better had he been smart and said nothing. Then again, luck wasn't on his side. Never has been, never will be. "I.. I didn't notice. I had no knowledge that you were being stalked, much less that your stalker was a supernatural. I was distracted." Enough said. He knew it wasn't necessary for him to say what distracted him, exactly. The feel of her hands coming to rest over his own made his chest ache again, but he couldn't bring himself to pull away again. I'm already going to go nuts again. Might as well make myself as happy as I can be right now. Ah, so a vampire. Mari was a bloodsucking supernatural. Like he suspected. "Like I said before, Mari, you're so lucky and you don't even know it," another sorrowful smile curled the man's lips at his words, grey eyes flashing as he silently took in every detail of her face. He only halted his observations when she spoke again, her voice still that lovely chime he would never forget. She.. missed him. "I've missed you, too," Rayne tentatively admitted, seeing the honesty in her hazel eyes, feeling the cool touch of her fingers tangled with his. It was decided; he would officially lose his mind when this was over. Go absolutely insane and they'd send him back. His thumb brushed gently against her cheek still, listening intently to her voice, her words, each syllable ringing in his ears like a bell. She wasn't leaving? She was.. She was going to stay? She had been looking for him. A genuine smile, filled with a sense of cheerfulness and hope, lifted his lips at that, grey eyes brighter than before. Though he didn't let those emotions touch his heart; hope always led to eternal misery, as he had experienced, but he did allow himself the tiniest fraction of pure happiness. It'd be like old times. And he was grateful, even if that was all it would be. All his restraint was tossed aside carelessly, and he wrapped his arms around Mari's abdomen, though his grip was quite loose, in case she wanted to pull away. But he tugged her into a hug anyways, cheek resting atop her head. "You never have to ask if I want you around. The answer should be pretty clear," Rayne murmured softly.	[atrb=width,140] words , 703 words tagged , marie and mari cx notes , OUTFIT
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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #2e2e2e; width:430px; height:550px; padding:0px;] take me back to your bed I love you so much that it hurts my head. Say, I don't mind you under my skin. I'll let the bad parts in, the bad parts in. TAGGED: vine with rayne<3 WORDS: 9 7 4 Hearing him softly scold her for putting back her sunglasses on, so she would be able to control her emotions in peace. Her hazal eyes cast back up at him when she felt him removing her beloved sunglasses, and now that she wasn't going to be able to hide behind them anymore. "S-" she started to say, but shut her mouth, again. Threats didn't set well with her, no matter how big or small. She was trying her hardest to keep it together, she hated crying in public and showing everyone that she had actual human emotions. "You know I hate crying infront of people." she found herself whispering, the little one didn't enjoy feeling vunerable, more than she already was allowing herself to be. She heard him say her name while feeling his touch against her cheek, "Yes, Rayne?" she replied to him, and she listened to him apologizing to her, which caused her to give him a small nod, "It's okay, you have a lot going on and me randomly showing up, is a lot to handle. But I think you can handle it." she replied, admiting that she still had faith in him. All these years, she knew that he would have protected her against that stupid bloodsucker, if he had been there. And that was honestly, all she needed to know on that subject. Hearing his response caused her to tilt her head slightly to the right, "I know that, dear." she found herself saying and calling him 'dear'. That was a different level of nicknames that she's used from him, she had usually refered to him as "babe" or "hon", but nothing intimate as dear. She was starting to slip in reality, and not being able to keep it in her head. She was going to have to slow down and not rush a good thing. She will never be able to age older than twenty four, so everyone will see a twenty four year old woman with a twenty one year old man.. not that it matters in society, but the reality of it was for more precious than that, since the seemingly twenty one year old was far more other than she. It didn't bother her that he was an old bat, his face would never change nor would hers, it was adding to her thread of hope. She knew that soon a few of the supernaturals would have to start moving around when the oblivious humans start picking up on the fact that they never age, and it was making her start lean towards them knowing but if she had known that Supernatural creatures exist when she was three, she would not have slept..at all. Distracted, that was the one word that caused her to be flattered and was sure that she would have started blushing, but was trying to keep herself undercontrol. She hadn't blushed in a long time, had no reason to find herself doing it. "He must have been pretty sly, and the sterotype of Vamp." she mused, and just dropped the subject altogether. But now that her fingers were against hers, as her hands were lying on his, and it was almost a perfect feeling. She didn't know what she was doing, allowing her reaction to be pure from thy heart. She didn't want him to pull away, she wanted to continue feeling his all-too familar touch, "Maybe one day i'll learn." she replied to him, with a small smile. She knew that admiting that she missed him would trigger something and she was hoping that it would only trigger a positive reaction. And hearing him return the phrase back at her, put her stomach at ease a bit and caused her to grin up at him. "I'm glad." the words rolling off of her tongue and out into the air. And noticed that his smile was genuine, after she had told him that she was going to stay here in Manuka with him in it. She really wouldn't want to have to track him down again, she didn't know if she had any more favors to cash in. She missed the old days of falling asleep against his chest while watching some cheesy horror movie, or when she decided that she wanted to indulage in a romantic comedy. Romance was always a touchy subject, and kept every guy that she dated at arms length and unable to pull them back; that trait never bothered her until now. She wanted to settle down with him, but she was going to have to find the right moment to allow herself to admit it to him. Her grin had already returned to a simple smile, until she felt his arms wrapping around her abdomen, that turned her smile back into a grin. She wrapped her arms around him, but lifting her hands and lightly praced against his shoulder blades, laying her head on his chest and listened to his response to her asking him, if it was okay for her to stay. "I was just making it sure.". She just wanted to stay in that moment, letting out a sigh of relief as a few happy tears rolled down her cheek. This was really happening. She felt his cheek resting ontop of her head, she glanced up at him, "I'd invite you over, but my apartment needs to be decorated." she found herself saying, filling the air. A part of her wanted to go somewhere private with him, and another part wanted to go somewhere arm and arm, like old times.. but there was this part of her that didn't want to let go, almost feeling like it was too perfect to be a dream. "Thank you, for y'know.. everything." she whispered to him, like it was a precious secret. OUTFIT: HERE | i'm too excited right now xD.

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[RAYNE XAVIER SAVAGE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #1C1C1C;,true][cs=2] & MY LOVE FOR YOU WAS BULLETPROOF BUT YOU'RE THE ONE WHO SHOT ME AND GOD DAMN IT I CAN BARELY SAY YOUR NAME SO I'LL TRY TO WRITE IT AND FILL THE PEN WITH BLOOD FROM THE SINK BUT DON'T JUST SAY IT YOU SHOULD SING MY NAME PRETEND THAT IT'S A SONG 'CAUSE FOREVER IT'S YOURS AND WE CAN SING THIS ON THE WAY - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - home
[atrb=width,240] "And you should know that there's barely anyone here," An amused smirk played on his lips, though the cocky attitude didn't reach his grey eyes. The smirk was a purely automatic thing, something he was so used to he didn't even know it was there anymore, unless he was intentionally trying to be a dick to someone. "But I can agree, to an extent. You shouldn't cry anymore. Your smile is so much better," Rayne said sweetly, fingers trailing down to the corner of her mouth, playfully pushing upwards a little to make her "smile". A chuckle bubbled on his lips at the sight, the sound rich and rumbling in his chest. It was nice, too, lifting a weight from his heart. He felt.. pleasant, for some odd reason. Well, not an odd reason. Mari always made him happy, even when he wanted nothing more than to curl up in his little emo corner back at home and wait out his depression, like he had done so many times before in the past. "There's a lot I can handle now, actually. I think you'd be quite surprised at what I've been up to." There was a twinge of bitterness mixed in with his slight joking, but it was purely the truth. He could handle so much more now, physically as well as emotionally. "Mmmm... Well, life doesn't get easier after finding out about the world of supernaturals, of course. Or after you become one, that is." He was able to catch her calling him 'dear', the corner of his lips uplifting into half of a warm smile. That was a new nickname. He'd heard 'babe' and 'hon' before, but being called 'dear' was definitely a first. The angel.. liked it. Liked it a lot. It dulled the ache that had been in hist chest for the past couple decades, something that even the numb shell he had made couldn't do within the span of a few minutes. "Ah, yes. Vampires can be very cunning. Plus, we both have to admit I wasn't the best guardian angel around," he snickered, recalling the few times he had been beat up by a mere mortal. That sure helped his masculinity. Funny, now he was winning most of the fights. "You're gonna have to learn. Unless you want to hear me say the same thing over and over again everyday until you do." He was being completely serious. If Mari openly expressed that she was blaming herself, he would keep saying it's not her fault until she stopped doing it. It killed him inside that he had made her feel so guilty. Though he didn't have much time to dwell on that sad little thought, for her hands were splayed against his shoulders, head resting on his chest. Rayne hadn't had a heartbeat for over half a century, but he could almost swear that it skipped a beat. Now he was just plain crazy. The shit Mari did to him.. He went through hell, but here he was, accepting the girl who tore his heart to pieces back into his life again. He still couldn't allow himself to feel the hope that things would be different this time, but he finally stopped restraining the happiness, another laugh filling the air, pure and genuine. Damn, did it feel to good to actually have a reason to laugh, to smile. At least Mari would still be around. It'd be just like old times, and that's all he was asking for. "I could always help with that. I am an artist, y'know," he murmured into her ear with a grin, pulling back a little so he could look at the vampire's picture perfect face again. He noticed dried tears on her cheeks, though she didn't look upset. Just seriously glad. "We could always just go to mine, anyways. It's always so lonely and quiet, it drives me up the fucking walls." Quite literally, actually, but the man refrained from mentioning that. His finger traced a small circle in the black fabric on Mari's back, eyelashes brushing against his cheekbones as his grey eyes fluttered shut for a brief moment, listening to the soothing sound of her voice. They opened, bright and cheerful. "No problem at all, sweetheart." Rayne made a face at that. No, that's how he flirted, that's how he picked up those whores at the clubs. He couldn't call her that. "Hmmm... You don't mind me calling you something else, my dear? Not that your name is boring, not at all."	[atrb=width,140] words , 753 words tagged , marie and mari cx notes , OUTFIT It's alright dear xD THE RARI FEELS
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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #2e2e2e; width:430px; height:550px; padding:0px;] take me back to your bed I love you so much that it hurts my head. Say, I don't mind you under my skin. I'll let the bad parts in, the bad parts in. TAGGED: who WORDS: 7 1 4 Hearing him reinforce what she had already known, her eyes almost went wide when she noticed the smirk playing on his beautiful set of lips, 'damn, that's sexy.' her thoughts lead to invulentary, which caused her to bite her bottom lip. "When did you start smirking?" she mused back at him, changing the subject to something that she was pointing out that she was interested in. Somethings that she was weak towards was a gorgeous pair of eyes, sexy smirk, and rayne..oh look, rayne fit into all of those. She was starting to hope that he didn't smirk towards her, cause she might juse loose her cool and kiss him. She listened to his comment about her shouldn't be crying and that her smile was so much better, which would have caused the old mari to start blushing like mad. Even the fact that she felt his fingers pressed against the corners of her mouth causing her to "smile", which caused her to actually smile and let out a giggle, so she couldn't help but to smile at him, "you're so sweet." she admitted, for once more. And she listened to his comment about him being able to handle things, which caused to give him a soft nod, "We can talk about that, so we can catch up." she replied to him. Taking note of his reaction to the new thing that she called him, it made her nonbeating heart ping. Hearing his statement about vampires being cunning and that he wasn't the best, she shrugged her shoulders, "They are and I think you were the best." she responded to him, lifting up her hand and placing it on his check, gently rubbing her thumb against the skin of his cheek. "You might have lacked the whole brawns thing, but your strengths so much more to me." she added, in a softer tone. Hearing his response caused her to lift one of her eyebrows, "If you must, you gotta do whatcha gotta do." she mused, but she would have to admit that it did help with the whole ego thing. But they were hugging by this point, and she kept holding him a comfortably tight. She knew that she would have had to let go of him, at some point she knew that she was going to have to let go from the hug. She heard his comment into her ear, around the same time that his cooling breathe brush against her ear and apart of her neck, sending a tingling sensation down her spine or was that apart of her imagination. "If you want to help, we can do that later." she replied to him, when he pulled back at little to look at her, causing her to look up at him. In the distance, she could hear a small child going "awww, kiss her" and wasn't sure if Rayne could hear them as she closed her eyes when he was drying away her tears. She listened to his comment about his apartment and gave him a small nod, while she felt his finger tips drawing shapes against the fabic on her back. "Then let's go there, so it won't be so lonely." she replied to him, with an excited feeling started rising within her. She heard his reponse to her thank you, "Good deal, dear." she replied to him, lightly flirting back at him. She heard him ask permission to call her a different name, and pulled away slightly again to look up at him, "You're such a guy." she tease, not being any help at first. And then after she let out a small giggle, she decided that she probably should actually answer his question, "I don't care what you call me, whatever feels right to you.. i'll be okay with it." and gave her a small smile. She pushed herself up on her tip toes and lightly kisses the skin of his cheek before reverting back to her original height. "So, your place?.. lead the way, my Angel." she said, the my part slipped out as she was letting go, but grabbing his hand and lightly tugging to get him to move. She just wanted to sit down beside him, catch up and possibly reminisce about old times. OUTFIT: HERE | i have no idea were all that came from xD.

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[RAYNE XAVIER SAVAGE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #1C1C1C;,true][cs=2] & MY LOVE FOR YOU WAS BULLETPROOF BUT YOU'RE THE ONE WHO SHOT ME AND GOD DAMN IT I CAN BARELY SAY YOUR NAME SO I'LL TRY TO WRITE IT AND FILL THE PEN WITH BLOOD FROM THE SINK BUT DON'T JUST SAY IT YOU SHOULD SING MY NAME PRETEND THAT IT'S A SONG 'CAUSE FOREVER IT'S YOURS AND WE CAN SING THIS ON THE WAY - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - home
[atrb=width,240] Her sudden question caught Rayne off guard, just a little. When did he start smirking? A somewhat surprised expression made its way onto his pale features at that, though the smirk returned just as easily when he noticed that Mari was looking at him more intently now. "After.. A long time ago, my dear. Why are you so fascinated by me smirking?" Of course, he already knew the answer; most women loved his smirk because it went well with everything else about him, and it was pretty attractive on him. That thought threw him off again, though this time he could mask his confusion. Did Mari think his smirk was attractive? It took plenty of self-control to prevent the smug grin he wanted to have so badly. At least her smile and lovely giggle snatched his attention away from the previous subject, smiling right back down at the beautiful vampire. "Maybe it's 'cause I each so much chocolate. Damn, do I love chocolate," he chuckled, still finding that he never ceased to amuse himself with his little obsession. Sweets were so good, though. He could never imagine giving up eating chocolate. And you are what you eat, right? So he was sweet because of all that sugar. Sweeeeet. "Yeah, we do need to catch up, don't we?" Though his tone was warm and inviting, his insides were in utter turmoil. How could he possibly just bring up the murders, the asylums, the drugs? The insanity, his mental disorders, the pills... Speaking of which, he needed to hide those when they got back to his place. Knowing Mari, she wouldn't ask before opening a random cupboard to find something, and, fuck, would she be asking questions if she found all the anti-depressants and painkillers and shit. The angel tilted his hand further into the girl's hand that rested against his cheek, her skin cool and soothing against his. "I know I lacked a lot in the physical department back then, but thanks, anyways. Besides, it doesn't matter much. Nowadays I can kick a lot of asses." "I'd love to. My own walls are pretty much covered in paintings; I could really use a fresh canvas," he joked, going silent for a minute or two upon hearing, just faintly in the distance, the sound of a child telling him to kiss her. A light blush settled on his cheeks at that, and, God, did he want to, but they were just friends. Like old times. Right? "Hey, I should be such a guy! It'd be pretty fucked up if I wasn't," Rayne huffed, pretending to be offended by Mari's comment. He opened his mouth to say something else about the matter, but then a pair of soft lips were pressed against his cheek, just briefly, and then they were gone. It left him speechless for a few moments, but he was able to shake off the feeling, that smirk playing on his lips again. "Yep." He laughed freely at Mari calling him her angel, wasting no time to entwine their fingers once she grabbed his hand.	[atrb=width,140] words , 512 words tagged , marie and mari cx notes , OUTFIT
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[MARI ELIZABETH MCENTYRE]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #2e2e2e; width:430px; height:550px; padding:0px;] take me back to your bed I love you so much that it hurts my head. Say, I don't mind you under my skin. I'll let the bad parts in, the bad parts in. TAGGED: my love with her love<3 WORDS: 5 0 1 taking notice of his reaction towards her question and how fast recovered from her question, when she heard his replying question, along with an answer. she glanced away and back at him, "it suits you." she said, and then added, "so hush, or i'll bite you." she threatened playfully, but she wouldn't mind sinking her teeth in him.. whoa.. she felt like she needed to get some help for thinking like that, but she wouldn't know where to look to be able to be justified. but she felt like she was going to lose it, if he kept smirking in her direction. almost loosing control over her vampire teeth, but gathering control over it just as quickly. hearing his response to him being sweet, she playfully rolling eyes and remembered all the times walking to a gas station, so he would be able to suit his sweet tooth and she would pick up nearly the same thing each time. she was a person that didn't enjoy change that much, yet mari had changed quite a bit and was able to find herself screaming at herself to tell him those three small/big words. "I remember your candy-aholic very well, dear." she replied to him. hearing his question, caused her to nod her head to be the answer and would have to try to figure out a way to explain her actions after her transformation. little did she know, that rayne's doings was far more eventful than hers. feeling his head tilt more into her hand, and listening to his response and this caused her to give him a charming smile, "luckily for you, your appearance alone kept most of the danger away back then." she replied, letting out a small giggle. she had always enjoyed his appearance, it was rustic and erotic when she thought about his tight pants and being able to almost see every curverture of his natural body. hearing him talk about his walls being pretty much covered, "that would be expected, I can remember only allowing you one of my walls to be able to paint on over and over again. other than your notebooks and things." she replied to him, with her usual adorable smile. she noticed that he did hear them when she saw that he was blushing, "you look cute when you blush." she whispered, lightly teasing him. she heard his comment and the fact that he was pretending to be offended by her comment, caused her to playfully roll her eyes, "well it wouldn't really matter." it slipped, she didn't see gender very well and the fact that she knew he was a male didn't phase her heart. it didn't even come into context until sex came into play. she didn't realize that her small kiss on the cheek caused him to be speechless and heard his reply to her. nibbling her bottom lip when she felt him entwining their fingers together, glancing down before being directed on where to start walking. OUTFIT: HERE. | fin<3

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