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Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2014 1:32:21 GMT
She'd never been rejected, never see the broad back of someone as they left. It stings her in the middle of the ribcage, but not in her heart. It's a prick on the sternum. Ella can handle it.
She handles it with a line off the back of her hand, and she hasn't left her room in two days. Her parents pretend this is 'normal.' There are different types of normal in the Montanero household, and all types are mutable. The rules are all chameleons, they blink and they've changed to blend into whatever is the biggest, and they exist to hide secrets.
The world outside her window is bright, the blue is bluer than blue and she wants to reach out and touch it. Two hands on the concrete railing, Ella hoists herself up and slowly stands upright. She puts her arms out for balance and a breeze wafts by, billowing her baby blue nightgown. There are goosebumps on her arms and neck.
There's no peace of mind, so she tries to send her brain to run off for a while and she lets her eyes grow wide and she stands up on her tip toes to see if the clouds are any closer now.
@malachi
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Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2014 16:53:14 GMT
It was going to be awkward to go back to work now, especially if he ran into Ella. She was a teenager and he was a grown man - besides the fact that he already had a girlfriend that he really did like. It was such a sticky and stupid and convoluted situation that he found himself in but he couldn't really say "no" if the Montaneros needed him.
And, as the universe liked to be cruel, they needed him. He was booked at their house for the week for some reason so he made his way to the mansion, walking up the lawn to enter through the back to where the kitchen was. The house and its grounds were like a maze, but he'd learned to traverse them fairly well enough.
Of course, Ella was outside as well, but she was standing on the railing of a balcony. She almost looked like a dream or an angel, her strawberry blonde hair cascading down her back in billows and a baby blue gown draping off of her angular shoulders and slender hips. Malachi cursed himself for thinking about her like that, and try as he might to walk by her without causing any type of scene, he knew it was going to be impossible.
As much as he wanted to ignore her, it was impossible when she was standing up there, looking like she was going to fall off at any moment. Still, he didn't say a thing, but rather gave her a strange look as he stopped below her.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2014 4:38:56 GMT
She opens her eyes and the world lights up between her lashes like a supernova. Ella smiles brightly from her perch.
In the back of her mind (somewhere in a corner) she thinks about kissing him but mostly about how he ran away. In the forefront of her mind she also thinks about kissing him but mostly about kissing him again. There's no scandal that she can put her finger on. If she had to, she'd lick the tip of her finger and place it on him, on his quiet manner and how his kiss made her feel like she was finally breathing.
All of this sits on the tip of her tongue when she looks at him but Ella says nothing. She picks up the hem of her night gown and wrings it in her hands. "I'm sick," she says, and musters a fake cough.
@malachi
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Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2014 0:49:17 GMT
She was standing on the railing, looking down at him with eagle eyes. Why she was up there was beyond him, and though it looked rather unsafe he didn't know what to do. Malachi wanted to stay as uninvolved as possible, but when she was literally teetering from falling down onto the lawn below, it was hard to just stay a bystander.
"Yeah, sick in the head, maybe," he called up to her. "Why don't you get down from there before you hurt yourself?"
Malachi didn't know what would happen when and if she did get down. He didn't want to run into her again, he didn't want to cross her path. The kiss was still on his brain and the more he thought about it and the more he thought about Ella, the guiltier he felt.
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Post by Deleted on May 12, 2014 23:13:11 GMT
Sick in the head, she scrunches her eyebrows, her nose, her whole face up at that, like she has smelled something rotten.
Ella regards him for a moment, an unnameable expression coloring her face. "Okay," she says slowly, with a little bit of a pout. She turns to face him completely with her back towards her bedroom. Without warning, she sticks out one delicate foot, like a ballerina, and then she puts her weight onto the invisible floor she's imagining.
Of course, it isn't really there. Her dress billows like a flower as she rapidly sinks to the ground.
@malachi /// he's gonna catch her??? isn't that what we talked about??? idr so gomen if i put uin a terrribelr spot im so sosrry
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Post by Deleted on May 14, 2014 22:43:39 GMT
Without warning she turned away from him and when he thought she was going to hop off the railing and walk back inside, she did the exact opposite and catapulted herself off of the balcony, sailing toward the earth.
While he didn't want to be around her, he couldn't let her fall to the ground and get hurt. He'd probably get fired, and he didn't want to deal with that ethical situation. Even though he wanted to keep his distance he was still a human being, of course. With a bit of a shout that he couldn't hold back he took a few steps forward, holding his arms out until her body thudded against his.
Not that it was much of a catch. Ella felt like a falling flower petal, light and soft and airy and beautiful. But he didn't want to think about that. Still, he couldn't let her go, and instead held her in his arms as he finally looked down at her with an exasperated expression.
"What the hell's wrong with you?" he asked. "You realize that if I missed, you would've been splattered all across the pavement?"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 22, 2014 3:44:53 GMT
There's no real point to "what if's" and Ella is very certain in that. Indulging in one leads to another until you've got a whole sticky mess on your hands, a bunch of entangled "what if" strings. Fictional time lines knotted together.
She sucks on her bottom lip for a moment and then mentally steadies herself. "You didn't!" Her voice has a tell-tale superficial enthusiasm - a fun and artificial flavoring.
@malachi i am a big butt i'm sorry
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