individualsaint-blog

[individualsaint-blog]

oooh ooh oooh OOOH might come back to this account OOOOOOH

[individualsaint-blog]

*raises his eyebrow slightly* Oh yeah? Well don't spoil anything for me, miss library lady, I'm not a fan of spoilers.

*takes the two books carefully* Thanks.

Yes?

{Takes the books, beginning to scan them, noticing the titles} Ah, good choices. I read these a few years back, you’ll be surprised about the endings. Keep an open mind and pay attention to al little details.

These will be due in three weeks from today.

[individualsaint-blog]

Oh, uh, just check out please. *he pushes two books onto the counter*

Yes?

Are you here to check out, return or renew?

[individualsaint-blog]

Hey! Who wants to do a lil bit of rping with one of my lovely characters?? Only Isadora and Zeke have ongoing threads at the moment so feel free to tag me in a starter or message me, I'll reply to all of you:)))

[individualsaint-blog]

If this were any other fuck head, she'd have pushed away from him and gone into the toilets until he'd left her alone, but there was something about him that made her want to stay. It was strange, and she wasn't sure that she liked it. And she wasn't sure she liked the way he looked at her so sensitively with those big eyes of his. Captivating.

Snapping out of her little moment, she frowned slightly as he spoke.

"If that's what 'friend' means for you, people who expect you to do certain things to ensure you're worthy of being seen with them, then I feel sorry for you. They can't be your friends." There was a hint of disbelief in her tone, and she genuinely couldn't believe that a friendship group would be so rough to one another and so dependant at the same time. She shouldn't care, anyway, she shouldn't feel sorry for this boy and she shouldn't want to ask him to go somewhere with her to talk. But she did. She felt the need to feel equally sympathetic and intrigued.

Her mouth opened to invite him somewhere but no sound came out. Was she..was she nervous? She couldn't possibly be, Isadora wasn't the nervous, timid girl anymore, that wasn't her. She was the girl with the icy tongue and cool stare, not the girl who couldn't ask a boy, who got more attractive by the minute, to simply sit on a bench with her.

"Do you maybe want to talk somewhere..else? I mean, people might need to use the toilet and we're kind of blocking the door."

Klaus knew he wasn’t off the hook just by saying sorry; he was sensible enough to be aware that things didn’t work that way. He had been acting like a total and complete d-bag, and he would have been more surprised had she forgiven him just like that. His hand fell away from her shoulder and hung limply at his side as he - strangely enough - found himself staring at her mouth as she spoke, following the movements of her soft-looking lips as she snapped at him.

Despite knowing she was right, Klaus still felt the need to reason with her, to show her that he really hadn’t been acting that awful, right? He shook his head, and drew in a deep breath. “It makes me appear big enough to not get kicked out of my group of friends, that’s for sure.” It was pathetic, really, this want to stay hovering near the top of the high school pyramid, but he didn’t want to end up swimming at the bottom of the fish bowl some day, and this was how he believed he would not end up exactly there.

"No."

He did not want to leave her alone. Right then and there, Klaus found himself slapped hard in the face with the truth of the matter. He wanted to get to know this small blonde girl in front of him, now that they had the chance. It was an odd, unexplainable feeling which he could not quite place.

[individualsaint-blog]

He smiled despite himself as he felt her weight shift and she moved next to him on the sand, automatically turning slightly so that he was facing her. Zeke liked the simplicity and the care he felt through her fingers as they touched his face. If anyone could make him feel as if he was worth anything, it was her. It was her touch and the look in her eyes that confirmed his worth and made him delighted and warm throughout his whole body. 

Ever so carefully, he let his fingers lightly stroke her neck and jaw, the smooth texture of her skin causing his smile to grow. God, he'd missed her. Allowing himself to absently caress her neck, he tilted his head slightly to focus on her face, a little less innocent and more worn since the last time he'd seen her.

"There may be something written somewhere about it." He muttered playfully, laughing as she did. "I'm not sure I'm the one to ask about pirate codes, if there are any." They both knew full well that he was never the most disciplined or 'in for the team' spirited pirate on the ship.

He listened to her words carefully, taking in every syllable and watching her lips form every word so as not to miss an instruction, yet his words finished and broke her sentence.

"I promise never to leave you unless you want me to, and the thought that I'll get a chance to forget you is the most foolish thing I've heard since..since you first called me a codfish." He smiled fondly at her, just being with her feeling like utter bliss.

"Okay. Okay, if that's what you want, I'll treat you like Mari, the not-so-little girl I love." He kissed her briefly and sweetly, breathing in her scent as he did so before pulling back to admire her features.

Mari had grown up, ever since she had left Neverland. Mentally, if not physically, her mind had expanded, grown to the proportions of a normal seventeen year-old, perhaps even bigger than that. She had learned to see the world through a different set of eyes, one less expectant of having things go her way. One less expectant to have anything work out for her anymore, as she had lost the one person she had ever truly cared about.

But now that Zeke was back here with her, Mari wanted to glance at the world like she used to again. And realised that she could not. Would Zeke notice that she had changed, suffered beneath the consequences of both of their actions? She was still Mari, but what did that mean exactly? Being fairly secluded from the rest of the beach-gooers, Mari shifted so she lay on her side next to him, snuggling as close as she could, their faces mere inches apart as she placed her fingers on his cheek, a small smile gracing her mouth as she shook her head at his words. She was stunned by the honesty in them, but this wasn’t what she wanted. The Mari she once was would have perhaps wanted that, but she did not. “Don’t be silly, mister pirate. I can’t very well seperate a captain from his ship, now can I? Isn’t that a rule in the pirate code?” She let out a little giggle at her own, lastly added words.

"I want you to promise me to come back every time you go. I want you to be free, I want you to remember me, I want you to…" to love me. She wasn’t even sure what exactly she meant with her words. What did she really want? His love, him? She wanted to catch up on all lost time, but this world, this place… she knew it wouldn’t be that easy, rationally thinking.

"I want you to treat me like Mari, because that’s who I am." She wasn’t a warrior princess, nor did she wish to be one. "And I will treat you like Zeke, because that’s the man I love." And the man I deserve, she told him with her gaze.

[individualsaint-blog]

Making her way towards the toilets with the intentions of sitting in there for a while to cool down, she let her head drop. Perhaps there wasn't more to him than she thought. Perhaps the boy she'd approached really was a stuck up child out to impress only his friends. It seemed like that, anyway. Turning the corner and pressing her hand against the door, she jumped as she felt something pat her shoulder gently. To her almost surprise, when she spun around with a disapproving look, it was Klaus looking back at her. Only now the spiteful look in his eyes was gone, replaced with something much gentler and more..compassionate?

It almost amused her how different this boy was to the one she'd met only seconds ago. His posture was much weaker, more vulnerable, and his words were genuine..genuinely sorry. But she wasn't going to let him win her over that easily, he wasn't going to bat his eyelashes and run his hand through his pretty blond hair to make her forgive him. And after his words stumbled to an unsure finish, she paused to carefully think about how to phrase what she said.

"If you are sorry..really sorry, I mean, then that was fucked up." Of course he knew that, but perhaps by spelling it out for him she could give him a subtle kick up the backside.

"You can't be a dick to me, or anyone, in front of your friends and think that makes you a good person. It doesn't, okay? It doesn't make you look big and it doesn't make anyone think that you don't have your own shit going on.." She trailed off, suddenly unsure where she was taking her argument. Frowning slightly, she adjusted her position and looked at her feet uncomfortably, changing her sentence suddenly.

"You know what, just leave me alone."

Klaus started to feel bad. No, bad wasn’t the correct word to describe the current awful clenching feeling inside his chest. Really, there wasn’t a word to describe it at all. Were it not for his friends standing next to him, for their failing in hiding their snickers and chuckles and the obvious way they expected him to act, Klaus would for certain not have acted how he did in the first place.

In her gaze, Klaus could see exactly when she had noticed the crack in his mean demeanour. He could see it in the way she narrowed her eyes, the slight frowny way with which she looked at him, and more so, his friends. As if she despised the lot of them. There were moments - moments like these, he thought with growing irritation at the group of adolescent males he called his friends - where he did, too.

"Ouch, how hurtful your comments are. I can feel my heart crumbling inside my meagre chest, really. That would be perfect, why, you actually have positive qualities, I see. You know when to fuck off." The words burned in his throat, bit at his tongue as he forced them out. He knew the snickers behind him told him that he had once again managed to say something remotely hurtful to the innocent girl.

As she left, Klaus didn’t feel right at all. He just didn’t. Forcing a smirk onto his features, he looked over his shoulders at his buddies, then exclaimed that he had to ‘take a piss’. Conveniently, the girl was moving in the very same direction as the toilets and the blond male quickly followed after her, although he didn’t catch up or speak to her until they both rounded a corner. “Hey…!” he called out, his tone far from the insulting tone he had been using before. He reached out to place his hand on her shoulder, trying to catch her attention. “I’m, ah…” He ran a hand through his tresses, letting out and awkward sound of which he wasn’t sure whether it was supposed to be a cough or a chuckle. “I… didn’t mean that.”

[individualsaint-blog]

She was so dainty and fragile in his arms that he'd forgotten the extremities she could handle, the dangerous adventures they'd been on and the emotions she'd felt back in Neverland. Looking at her now and brushing her blonde hair safely back behind her ear, he wouldn't have thought she was the girl he'd been with, only of course she was. There was no doubt in his mind from the second he saw her that she was real and she was back, and the figure with watery eyes on top of him was as real as anything.

And her voice sounded even sweeter than he could possibly imagine. He had imagined it, of course, but nothing could do it justice. Nothing could compare to her, and he wouldn't want anything to compare.

"It's okay, it's okay." He muttered soothingly, lifting his head to kiss the tip of her nose very gently. Another thing he'd forgotten was how truly horrible it was when she got upset, even if it was only for a few seconds. It was still a few seconds too long for that pretty face of hers to hold any pain.

"I promise you right now, I am not going anywhere. I will not leave your side, I will not sail another boat again, I..I will not do anything apart from just be with you if that's what you want." His voice was filled with emotion, true and genuine emotion as he spoke, the words flowing off of his tongue so quickly as if he were worried she'd disappear again.

"And I want you to know that I do love you, okay? And if you ever doubted that then I'm sorry, I really really am because you have always deserved so much more than me, and yet here you are, and I will treat you like the little warrior princess you are."

Mari wasn’t even aware that a smile so wide could stretch one’s lips, but here she was, smiling stupidly at him in between reconnecting their lips, giving in to the want to do exactly so, the want that had been there since the moment Mari had found out that it was in fact Zeke, and that he was real, so very real as his chest heaved beneath hers, and his breath felt heavy, hot and real against her own lips. Her eyes were watery, perhaps from the lack of breath from kissing him so passionately, or maybe from the inner turmoil of feelings swirling inside her tummy, Mari did not know.

What the girl did know was that she had missed him too, to the point where just the memory of him made the tears brim in her eyes. And now he was there with her, and he felt so real, so warm and incredibly human beneath her fingers, and his hair felt so soft to her touch. He smelled exactly like she remembered he did, like the sea. Like a pirate, she thought, wanting to laugh. Her pirate. Her own, personal, sweet and strong and funny and wonderful pirate, whom she loved with all her might.

Her eyes flickered open for a moment when Zeke spoke. “I missed you so…” she whispered, her voice not much louder than a breath, but Mari still was sure that he would be able to hear it. “Please never leave again…” Mari breathed.

[individualsaint-blog]

She studied his face, his features, his expression. He didn't look comfortable at all, he didn't look like the cocky boy he appeared to be and he certainly didn't react in the way she expected. She could be wrong, and she assumed she was, but..did he gasp? Her eyes narrowed slightly as he stood there, taking everything in about her. Isadora could feel his gaze taking her in, examining her to try and find something else to lash out at her.

She suspected his gasp was a small crack in his seemingly hard exterior, and this intrigued her more than anything. The thought that she was right, that there was so much more to him than snappy insults and dirty looks pleased her. No one was ever really as two dimensional than they wanted others to appear. Suddenly it clicked why he was being like this and she turned her head to glance at his friends, holding back the sniggers. Assholes.

Turning her head back to Klaus, she awaited his response with a small sigh. He was looking at her, properly looking at her, and she hated it. 

"I'm glad you think you know you've figured me all out and I'm glad you think you're really clever and witty, but you're not. So I'll leave you with a scrap of dignity now, okay? And I'll apologise for approaching you and trying to be a decent person and I'll vow not to speak to you again. How's that?" She knew his reputation wouldn't let him leave her like this, which was part of the idea. She ducked her head slightly and began to turn around to become part of the crowd.

Why was Klaus being so rude, one would wonder. Well, to Klaus, the answer was simple. Image. He was always depicted as a boy who was cold, hard as stone, not in the mood for crap, or little girls. Down to business, in and out, no strings attached, bro before hoe, you name it.

But her shock made him feel bad. Klaus André felt bad for the blonde girl in front of him. Suddenly, he wanted to take back his words, despite knowing very well that he could not, should not. His friends were looking, he couldn’t suddenly get back to his words now. He could see something flicker in her gaze, and it pulled at his heartstrings, made him suck in a quiet - and hopefully unnoticeable - breath. Don’t give in now, don’t give in now, he told himself in repeat as he stared down at the girl’s strangely pretty little face.

Then she seemed to get over the initial shock, and words left her lips. He stared down at her, not quite registering what she said, until she held her books tighter, and he seemed to snap out of his staring. With a faked, irritated sigh, he looked at her disbelievingly.

"And when you get home, you’ll be spending the next half hour staring at your body in the mirror, attempting to convince your insecure self that you really aren’t that freakishly skinny. Trust me, babe, I know your type." He had dated her type. And had dumped them before they could find out about Klaus’ own insecurities. He was not going to appear weak, not to anyone.

[individualsaint-blog]

Although his head was spinning and he felt giddy inside, he'd never felt more grounded and more at home. Even back in Neverland he'd felt like an outsider without Mari by his side, and that feeling was doubled back in reality. It was a strange, scary world without the truly gentle and soft touch of her lips against his, and there was nothing else that made him feel more important and worthwhile. All those times he'd been alone in the middle of nowhere on his little boat considering just crashing it or jumping into the water were now ridiculous, and the reason why he didn't was right on top of him, kissing him as desperately as he was kissing her.

He held her face to his, the idea of the kiss breaking physically hurting his chest, every touch they shared sending small shivers through his body and making him want her even more. She was all he could possibly ask for, plus a shipful of rum more.

Only when she began whispering his name did he realise how much he needed to breathe, his breathing heavy and rugged as he looked up at her through half closed eyes. Even the way she said his name brought him back to firelit nights by the lagoon, him with a little too much alcohol in his system and her hanging on to every word he said, both of them loving each other with all the might they had in their bodies.

"I-I've missed you." He confessed, unable to take his eyes away from her features, trying not to smile as she showered him with kisses, returning each one a little more gently than before, with just as much passion.

Mari pushed herself forward, ignoring the slight pain as the tender soles of her feet met the sheer hot sand. She ran as hard as she could, trying to challenge Zeke, even though she knew that his legs were longer than hers, his strides bigger, his speed greater, he would get to her in no time, she could almost feel his breath on the back of her neck, so to say.

And frankly, she loved it. His touch was fire, hotter than the sand, but less hurtful as he grabbed her around the waist, and a breathless giggle left her as suddenly, he seemed to have tripped and gravity pulled them downwards, and she found herself chest to chest with him. Their gazes met, and all Mari could find herself doing, was smile widely. “It looks like he has,” she agreed, her voice surprisingly soft, but steady, less shaky than she expected it to be, and more full of the happiness rippling through her whole body than she thought she had let seep into her voice.

The girl let herself get pulled in for a kiss willingly. A thimble, she thought absent-mindedly as she pressed her mouth so needy against his that she was surprised with herself. What surprised her more was that the passion was just as big at his end of the kiss, in fact, she found herself longing for his touch, his whole being. She could kiss him forever, she wouldn’t need to draw a breath, no. Her hands moved to tangle in those soft curls and she tilted her head just slightly, fingers threading through his tresses as she begged for more with her mouth, her body shifting so her legs would be on either side of his hips.

"Zeke, Zeke, Zeke…" Mari whispered over and over again, in between those sweet, passionate kisses they shared, as if greeting him, which really was what she was actually doing. She forgot she was in the real world and for a moment, they were back in Neverland, amongt the mermaids and the pirates and the lost boys, the indians and the roarers. For a little while, it was just her and him.

[individualsaint-blog]

His words caught her off guard, the sarcastic tone to his voice sending a pang of annoyance down her spine. In all honesty, this was probably the first time anyone had said anything hurtful to her since what her family call 'her little blip'. Assholes. 

But as she was taken by surprise, she didn't have her defensive barriers built up today, not quite as high as she'd like them to be, at least, and she'd spent an accidental few seconds staring at him in shock since he spoke.

"Sarcasm's cute, but if you didn't want to talk you could've just said so. There's no prize for 'boy who uses the most sarcasm', you know, and insulting my figure isn't going to get to me either. Unlike most people you probably take your own shit out on, I don't care." She folded her arms slightly, or as much as she could without dropping her book, pretty proud of what she'd said given the short preparation time. She hoped she hid the fact that she did actually care, and she'd probably go home to inspect every aspect of her body to reassure herself she wasn't too ugly.

Of course she knew when she approached him that he was one of those rude, standoffish boys, but there was almost always a true reason why they were like that.

Why did Klaus even bother to go to school today? This was the question that had been swimming through the blond boy’s mind from the moment he entered this building, up until the last bell rang, and he could be out of here soon. He had been in a sore mood all day, and even his friends - or well, most of them, the group that wasn’t just trying to stay on his good side - avoided him. Klaus didn’t care. Good for them, he thought. Better for me. I want to be left alone.

Today would have been his mother’s birthday, had she still been alive. But she wasn’t, and he was. His dad wasn’t, and Klaus fucking was. These thought would always become worse on these days, when he felt inclined to remind himself of what day it would have been today. He would think of what present he would have bought her, had she still been alive. Perfume, of course. His mom loved perfume. He would wonder if they celebrated birthdays in heaven, because he was sure his mom was there. And then his thoughts would lead on to if he would be there too, when he died.

Standing amongst his friends, Klaus - more than anything - wanted to go home. He wanted to hug his sisters, play horsey with his oldest sister and talk about robots with his youngest, but he couldn’t. Not now. He had a reputation to keep up, he was a tough guy, he couldn’t just announce he would go home to see his sisters, that would crumble down his carefully build-up reputation, and he did not want that.

And then something happened which took the blond completely by surprise. A strange girl approached him. Well, she wasn’t too strange, as Klaus had seen her walking around before, but he had never spoken to her before, and so it surprised him that she did, now. Her words caught the attention of the whole group of boys, and they all turned to look at her, including Klaus.

The boy didn’t return her smile. “Congratulations,” he muttered sarcastically, not even aware of how jumbled up his heart was acting all of a sudden. “You have noticed I exist. This is a revolution! Let me guess, I should be honoured now? Is that it? Whatever gave you the idea I would give a shit?” Obviously, he wasn’t in the mood for a nice little chat. “You look like you’d fall over at the slightest breeze, all bony and stick-thin. Ugly.”

[individualsaint-blog]

Let’s all thank my friend for killing me with her reply. Thank you.

Shit fucking damn zeri feels everywhere. Through the roof. Into space. INTO THE CENTER OF THE EARTH.

[individualsaint-blog]

Her sudden movement caught him off guard and he had to stumble to his feet, accidentally kicking sand all over Mari's family in his haste. It didn't matter. They weren't the important ones here.

Zeke pushed his feet into the sand as hard as possible, trying to catch up with the girl creating space he despised between their bodies. It had been too goddamn long since he'd held her, since he'd caressed her perfectly soft skin and kissed her lips with all the passion he could muster. And now she was creating even more distance for his body to long for hers? Unfair.

"Oh, I'm sure he will!" He laughed, speeding up to close the gap between them as his smile grew stupidly. His arms were close to grabbing her shirt now, and as his breathing increased along with his speed, he grabbed her around the waist, tripping as he did so and falling onto his back, pulling Mari ontop of him with a truly breathless laugh as he did so.

"It l-looks like the codfish caught you." He panted, smiling up at her fondly. He couldn't resist anymore, and one of his hands instinctively moved from her waist to her cheek, pulling her in for a kiss.

It wasn't careful or gentle or weak, nor was it shy or questionable. His lips met hers with such desire and such want that he had to squeeze his eyes tightly shut to suppress some of the feelings running through him. So many lost years were to be made up, and it was all starting right now, on a sunday afternoon amongst the salty sea air, just like it should be.

Mari didn’t want to pay even a single second of attention to her mother’s words; she used to listen. The words pained her, as one would expect when the person who is supposed to love you despite everything doesn’t believe you and claims that you are out of your mind. Mari knew she wasn’t; believed for a while that she was. Could it really have all been a dream? But she remembered everything so vividly; she could taste the sweet Neverland air on her tongue, could feel the wind pushing strands of her hair out of her face as she flew, could remember every single branch and leave on hangman’s tree, even after all those leaves had coloured and fallen off. No, she hadn’t dreamt it. Proof stood right before her.

Mari longed for his touch, some form of reassurance that he wasn’t some daydream, a fata morgana, a cruel twist of the lights. His voice alone filled her with the strange fluttering sensation which at that point had only existed in her chest. She didn’t take her eyes off him; couldn’t, had she even wanted to. Zeke, Zeke, Zeke, her mind screamed at him, and she finally let out the breath she had unconsciously been holding when he looked back at her. Emerald eyes that haunted her at night, in those bare, vulnerable moments in between wake and sleep. She blinked quickly, forcing sudden tears away.

The tiniest of smiles formed on Mari’s lips, and she cocked her head just slightly, eyes wide and big and innocent as she gazed up at him. She was obviously up to something, and she knew he would notice.

"Codfish it is, then," Mari exclaimed, pushing herself away from the sand and getting on her feet, before turning on her heel and making a run for the sandhills edging the beach. "Bet the codfish won’t be able to catch me," she yelled breathlessly at him over her shoulder, laughing uncontrollably as she went, suddenly feeling overjoyed.

[individualsaint-blog]

Tucking her book under her arm and pushing her chair back underneath the wooden table where it belonged, Isadora made her way out of the library. It was perhaps her favourite place in the school as it acted as a filter for her. None of the pushy, aggressive or 'i'm too good for school' kids spent any time anywhere near the library, in fact she doubted most of them knew there was a library.

Pushing through the door, she gave a small smile to the librarian and joined the crowds flocking towards the school gates. It wasn't that she was shy that she spent all her time in the library, quite the contrary, she just found it easier to avoid unpleasant people. People, perhaps, like someone she was about to bump into.

Of course she'd heard of Klaus, he intrigued her and seemed like the kind of boy who only had bad things spread about him instead of the good. She'd heard little pockets of gossip about him, 'he's mad', 'he's probably been to jail thousands of times' and, of course, 'he was in that bank robbery, you know the one?'. So seeing him standing uncomfortably with a group of other boys seemed like the perfect opportunity, and she took it willingly and made her way over.

"Hey" She spoke half confidently, smiling slightly. "I'm Isadora, I see you around sometimes. I think you're in my film class."

[individualsaint-blog]

Jordan set his newspaper down on the table in front of him, looking across  at the girl with a mixture of amusement and shock.

"Excuse me?" 

Harmonie looked over at the man and raised an eyebrow. “I think you just broke the rule on mine as well.” She says before looking back down at her book. 

[individualsaint-blog]

She raised her eyebrow slightly as Charlie trailed off, her cheeks flushing, causing Isadora to press her lips together to suppress the laughter that wouldn't stop coming.

"What did he say?" She grinned, realising the story had stopped before he could react to the strange way Charlie acted.

Charlie knew it was terrible! God — and now she actually admitted it out loud to somebody she couldn’t help but realise how ridiculous it actually was. She definitely needed a lesson in flirting.

"I have no idea what I was doing I just—I thought I was being…" Her cheeks grew hotter, the more she became embarrassed. "Yeah I was so stupid to ever think it would work,"