Post by Gannobei Garena on Sept 10, 2011 11:22:39 GMT -5
HERE IS YOUR TEMPLATE.
SORRY IF I JUST MADE ONE for now.
oAo;; Still have to do replies and all to threads.
I made it simple as possible, but pretty ^^
Character words are in BLUE.
NPC are in BLACK. (you can shift them if you want)
SORRY IF I JUST MADE ONE for now.
oAo;; Still have to do replies and all to threads.
I made it simple as possible, but pretty ^^
Character words are in BLUE.
NPC are in BLACK. (you can shift them if you want)
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Words: 1234 [x] Tag/s: here [x] Music: blah by blahHer heart beats went faster that time, and so for our dear prefect vice-chairman. He was in the middle of telling himself “no” but majority pondering “yes”. As he watched the woman pushes him away, his body automatically moved on its own accord. He looked like he had played tough enough for her. Right there, right now, she was there. He knew that there would be not a single chance like this again. It made him feel so bad. Despite being the prim and proper natural of his persona, his heart ached for her. He wanted her. He wanted Hanashi Vampa right now.
With the short pauses itself, the prefect spoke. “Don’t go.” His breath was normal, the sound of his voice toned like he was soundless, only heard by the girl who pushed him away. His eyes were locked up on her. Not on her body, but on her. What was this feeling? He himself asked it for so many times, but then he knew that it was what publicity termed as ‘love’. Oh love… why was it even considered amongst people?
Hana herself blinked twice the moment he heard her. She froze, her eyes locked upon the spell of his gazes. That crimson pair only eyed on the beautiful turquoise haired woman who was in the presence of his own territory. Now that she knew he would stop her by the wrist, she decided to fight back. What good is the Cavallone’s right hand man when she couldn’t get herself in such a situation like this? She grunted a bit lower the moment she found his sentence irritating. She capped herself away from her. ‘No, don’t listen to him. He’s just saying that.’ Her thoughts contrasted to the beating of her heart leaving her much distracted. Out of the blue, her words crowded. “Let go off, Magnet.” Her voice was really hard and rough like she’s fighting the skipping feeling she has locked inside, right her and right now.
The prefect didn’t dare let go off her. Instead, he had the other wrist on one hand. She was fighting for her own struggle instead of even listening to him. The motion of his body was matching majority of the complex situation he was getting. He finally knew that he really wanted her after a couple of minutes, understanding what the heart wants to say. He blankly looked at her and pinned her on the wall. He towered much than her taking the advantage as he glared at her. Hana was caught in the middle of his trap.
The turquoise haired female blushed pinker than the usual. She wanted to shout at him real bad but something told her she couldn’t. Somehow the voice was powering. “I said let go off me!” she was already struggling, even managing to kick him but he stood stiff like a rock, not even budging just to tell her that there’s nothing she can do already. Knowing the Cavallone’s Storm guardian, Hana didn’t give up. She continued to fight back trying to raise her wrists from the hold of the person who leaned her. Her heart beats went much faster than the usual leaving her confused at the moment. It was about to tackle her inner self. “Are you deft?! Let go off me!”, her voice stormed once again. It was irritating him that he thought of something to do. As for normal people, they’d do, but for the calm Magnet it didn’t work. His mind has decided which is which, and the answer he would give is solitude itself, between the two of them.
“I need you, Hana.”
His words were so solid that even the turquoise haired girl’s movements were way naturally not working on him. Actions speak louder than words, yet the blankness of his tone beats her struggles. Because of this, the prefect vice chairman secured her deep, getting lower near her face. Closing his eyes, he can already feel the breath of the woman. He continued to go near her.
She can see what’s happening here already. The female tried to shout, but her lips were locked tight by his lips, touching hers and stopping her shouting. He rolled his tongue searching for hers while hearing the brinks of her shouts that cannot be heard much due to the seal. She can feel herself blushing and falling over, little by little as he lax with passion. Her eyes which were widened with angst now smoothly closed, and her budges stopped by, making her fall under the grace and spell of this prince charming. ‘Magnet, don’t do this… If you do so… I might not… hold….’ Her thoughts were saying the same thing. If she gives in, their fight is over. In every start, there’s always one appropriate finish.
NOTES:
TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY gannello
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