Shhhh | Nadi | Incomplete
“I wouldn’t. To think you would think I am lying makes me want to have a sad face.” She chuckled and kissed him softly.
“—Poor baby. How can I make it up to you?”
“You can’t. Not possible.”
“Can I not persuade you at all?”
Inimical Thoughts of Love | Nadi | Incomplete
“I hope you never become a Vampire, Owen,” she replied softly and pushed her brunette curls behind her. “Please stay stay the way you are forever.”
“I will try my best for you, Nadi.”
Nadi curled up next to him and nuzzled his shoulder. “I’m going to lock you up in a bubble if you get into trouble.”
“If that is what it takes to keep me bubbly and afloat,” he teased.
Inimical Thoughts of Love | Nadi | Incomplete
“How am I to know? I never became a vampire,” he teased in attempts to keep her spirits up.
“I hope you never become a Vampire, Owen,” she replied softly and pushed her brunette curls behind her. “Please stay stay the way you are forever.”
“I will try my best for you, Nadi.”
damon-theeternalstud-salvatore:
In other news, I found this picture of Owen earlier.
“Thank you kindly, Ashleah. Now, if you might excuse me, I must find a bag to put over my head.”
I still say it’s cute.
“Are you standing by that statement?”
Ace | Incomplete
With an upward curve of his mouth, Owen slid his hand into his pocket. He stepped back as the man opened up his pride.
“Not bad. Looks like she can take a beating,” he laughed. “Owen Alexander. I would not call myself a ‘musician’ per se, but I play piano.”
“Yeah, she takes a lot…” He chuckled softly, his gaze fell down to his feet. At the man’s introduction, he looked back up and nodded. “Well I hope to see you in the audience tonight, hey, Owen?”
“A man and his music… Yes, sir. I will proudly see you there.”
Ace | Incomplete
“Nothing special?” He gave a light laugh as he picked up his coffee. “I suppose I will have to see for myself,” he smiled. “Pleasure to meet you, Ace.” He stuck out his hand. “That your beauty?” he asked, nodding to the guitar case.
He stared at the other’s hand tentatively before realizing he was wearing his protective gloves. He reached over and gave a gentle, but firm, shake. Ace looked down at the case and nodded, “Yeah, it’s a fender…” He dropped his hand to bend down and snap open the case, revealing the all black bass guitar. He shut it almost protectively and stood back up, lifting the guitar in his right hand. “You a musician?”
With an upward curve of his mouth, Owen slid his hand into his pocket. He stepped back as the man opened up his pride.
“Not bad. Looks like she can take a beating,” he laughed. “Owen Alexander. I would not call myself a ‘musician’ per se, but I play piano.”
Intentions | Tessa | Incomplete
“Shoo? Shooooooo?!” Laughter continued to bubble up and spill out of her. She rolled away onto her back and shook a finger at him. “You can’t just say you adore me and in the next breath shoo me. Mixed signals are for pansies,” she snickered.
“Then I am a pansie. Let the pansie parade begin!” He swung his legs up to a sitting position and stood before marching around the space. He was doing the macarena.
Tessa nearly choked as the boisterous laugh left her throat and curled into a ball. His silliness clearly knew no bounds and that made her exceedingly happy. She finally stopped laughing long enough to unfurl herself and grin up at him. “Pansies are flowers and I’m pretty sure flowers don’t dance the macarena.”
“Am I not a pansie? I am a pansie. I know more of pansies that you do. We like to macarena.”
Open||
Tessa sat in the lush green grass with her feet curled beneath her and a bowl in her lap. Coffee, Coffee BuzzBuzzBuzz! Ben and Jerry’s always managed to make her laugh with their name choices. Spread before her were the many subjects of her split focus. One pile held real estate ads and pictures, and another her sketch book of ideas. The pile that pulled most of her attention contained bridal magazines and old photo albums. The keepsake pressed flower petals on the in side cover brought a small tear to her eye and a small smile to her face.
Life being lonely as it was, he needed peace. In places like New York, well, peace was a little hard to come by, but with the way life had been screwing him over lately, Owen had been, more recently, been coming to one of his favorite spots in any town: the park. Accompanying him was a plain sketch book and a charcoal pencil. Painting was preferred over drawing on any given day, but today, he had felt the need to go back to the basics. Maybe a little old-fashioned gray-scale would help subdue his scattered mind. He sat in the grass against a tree, observing and sketching others around him. Miniscule drawings of girls chasing boys and a couple holding hands so far filled his pages. His attention now was on a woman sitting in the distance. She was eating ice cream, probably from the place down the street, and there were collections of things around her. Long dark hair and laid-back attire. In his book, he ignored all the others in the scene, choosing to draw the woman and the scenery alone.
“I would be lying if I denied it.”
“And honesty is the best policy”
“Naturally.”
Birthdays | Ashleah, Paige | Incomplete
damon-theeternalstud-salvatore:
“Yes, she is.”
His smile deepened as the color in her cheeks did, and grinning was inevitable when she indirectly answered his question. The man stepped forward and wrapped his arms around the brunette. “Much better.”
The hug was quicker than intended due to Ashleah’s reaction. He pulled away with a laugh. “Unnecessary.”
*spazzes allovadaplace; giggles lots.* KBZDSJKGHDSRFGNDGZIDBFGDJXIF GAAAHHHH I SHIP YOU GUYS SO HARD SDKFBSDAGHJBDSFGIBDJKGHDBFKGD I’ll be over here dying if you need me. *face-plants into bed.*
*relaxes into the hug when she feels Owen’s arms close around her because feels really nice; smiles a little bit at his words; internally agrees;
nope, doesn’t close her eyes and think about how good he smells;blushes like crazy, quickly snapping out of the peaceful moment when Bob spazzes out and he pulls away; glares at Bob*
Well… This isn’t awkward at all.
“You have fun.” He quickly pulled Paige in for another hug while Ashleah lay blinded. “Pleasure to meet you, Miss Paige.” Kissing her cheek, he stepped away and smiled, eyes flashing to the turning girl in the bed.
