The shop bell tinkled as a prospective buyer came into look at the selection. Lilly breathed a sigh of relief, it had been nearly a week without any sales and she would have to close down her shop if someone didn't come in soon. Ahe wiped her hands on her apron and went into the front of the shop to see if she could assist. She smiled as Jaiden sitting at a tin table and had to stop her heart from fluttering. It had been a good month since Tom found him on her stoop, but it only felt like days ago. She came to love chats with him while sitting on the side of his bed, and could never sleep right if they did not have their nightly tea together. She smiled and felt her heart swell in her chest as she remembered last night, how he had taken her hand while she sat next to him and carried on as though they had know eachother for 5 years instead of weeks.
It was odd how he seemed to know every thought of hers, she thought, because while she was thinking about last night, he looked up and smiled sheepishly at her. She shook her head, "stop thinking nonsense Lilly." He then let out a small chuckle and she looked at him curiously.
"You better attend to your customer Lil, instead of stairing at me like a love stricken puppy in need of a bone." She laughed and threw the towel she had been holding at him.
"You flatter yourself Jaiden, I only stair because it seems as though you have something green stuck inbetween your teeth." She then raised her right eyebrow in expectation. He just let out a big greenless grin and gestured to the young woman in green out front.
"She sounds like she could be fun." Jaiden said as he rolled his eyes.
It only took Lilly a few seconds to realise what Jaiden was refering to. The woman that had just entered the shop was pretty looking enough, she thought, and she approached her.
"Hello, can I innterest you in..." Lilly began, but she was cut off by a shrill voice that can not have belonged to the sweet looking girl standing beside her.
"Well, its about time! Did you know that i have been waiting here for so long i wouldnt be suprised if i had a few wrinkles of age. And that man over there! what are you doing letting men just sit down and stair at beautiful women as they enter this... you call this a shop do you?"
As she was saying this, she started to fuss with her hair, making sure that every single one was in place. Lilly stepped forward to examn the womans face closly. "Say miss, i think you are right, you do seem to be getting some lines around the eyes. I do apologize, im afraid that im not as young as i used to be." The young woman looked appalled and frantically reached for a pocket mirror.
"Why, you look hardly older than i! surely that is no excuse." she proclaimed as she assured herself that not a hair of a line was to be found.
"But of course you are right miss, but you see, no matter what age i claim, 'tis still the truth that i am not as young as i used to be. Why just last month i was a month younger than i am today, and im starting to feel the age creep up on me already. One could hardly believe that i was a meer 19 years of age! Funny how time flys." Lilly then giggled and the woman looked completely shocked at this slip of a woman making mockery of age. Age is not something that one jokes about here, for it implies that one will get old and it appeared that this young woman was in denial that she might infact, one day, become her mothers age.
"Would you happen to care for rasin bread? I have pleanty in store for ladies such as yourself." Lilly was hoping that her boldness didn't deter the womans appitite, but everything went well, the woman buying a vast amount of food for one her size and she wondered if she was going to devour it all at once. Lilly hid a snigger at that image and continued to go about her duties.
'Twas odd, Lilly thought, that when ever she was thinking about something amusing, her strange house guest seemed to be laughing right along with her...
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Monday, February 4, 2008
Ch 3
Tom halted at the door. Panic flitted through his body as he wondered who on earth could possibly want to harm his sweet Lilly. It was absurd. He rushed to the edge of the bed and grabbed the mans shoulders. "What doo you know?" Tom hissed in a paniced whisper "Whats happening to my Lilly?" Tom pulled the strange mans eyes level to his. Blue eyes met stormy grey ones and Tom seemed to try to pluck the knowledge from the mans very being.
"I have been sent to protect Lilly, that is all i can tell you sir, and that is all i know." The mans stormy eyes drooped with fatigue, the pain in his body a mear far away ach as the weariness took hold of him. "If you wouldnt mind sir, please let me rest, i shall entertain the idea of telling you more in the morning, but for now i big you a good night. I will not harm your Lilly, of this i promise." Tom let loose of the mans shoulders and he fell back onto the soft feather pillows.
Tom heaved a sigh. Its funny, he thought, how the man seemed to read his mind.
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Sun Lilly though, sun is bright. She shuffled up onto her elbows. Since her bed was occupied, Lilly slept in the guest chamber, and that bed was far from comfortable. There was a strip of sun peaking in from the gap between her two flowing curtans and it seemed to settle directly in her eyes. Lilly blinked a few time to wipe away the cobwebs that clouded her mind from last nights slumber and eased her legs over the edge of the bed. She dressed, as always, in a simple dress lilac in color that diped dangerously low. She knew that such an obsenity was not in fasion, but it was all she could afford on a bakers pay and she was quite comfortable with it now.
Lilly creaked down the wooden steps and into the kitchen of her shop to make tea for the gentalman up stairs and grabbed a dish of warm water to clean off any wounds that may have opened during his rest. She then climbed back up the stairs and lifted her fist to tap on the door, but before she could accomplish that, a sweet voice carried through from the other side, "You may enter Lilly." Supressing her shock, Lilly turned the brass knob and entered the room.
Laying on his bed was the man, but he looked different somehow. It was as though he had this air of importance arround him, it was almost...magical. Lilly shook her head, of course magic wasn't here, there was no possable way that it could have found... She shook her head again, must not dwell on such worries, it had been three years since she left Washinghams mannor and she should move on with her life and stop having these little worries.
"Did you have a good rest sir? I pray the bed was comfortable enough for you." Lilly went to set his tea down on the table beside his bed, hoping he would stop looking at her so she could concentrate on the task at hand. She sat down on the side of his bed and peered into his eyes to see if the puples were dialated and gasped. Why, that mans eyes were red! Not the whites that will sometimes get the red veins if the wind is blowing extra harshly, but the actual color of his eyes! Lilly blinked and the red was gone, replaced by a calm stormy grey. Get a hold of yourself, Lilly scolded. The man chuckled. "Is there something amusing sir? I am glad that you are laughing instead of crying out in pain. That means that i did my part right." And she was pleased, his wounds were looking marvelous, healing rather quickly and cleanly. "Ah, but it was your expression," He smiled up at her. "It reminded me of a calf in the same pin as a wolf, i assure you that i mean no danger here." He chuckled again and Lilly retorted, "You sir are hardly a wolf. Why look at you, lying here pittifuly. I would think that you were the calf and i the wolf, for you see, i do have the upper hand." Lilly looked at him seriously, but she couldnt supress her smile from anyone. "Would you mind telling me your name. I feel at a disadvantage, you knowing mine and all." he laughed, "Why you yourself have just said that you had the upperhand, what more do you need to hold over me?" Lilly put her hand to her breast in mock offence, "Why i never suggested that i would hold anything over you! Actually... now that i think of it, are you a noble man Mr...?" He laughed again and looked at the beauty sitting next to him. This Lilly was obviously un-intimidated by social edicate; why here she was, sitting on the edge of the bed of a man that she had just met the night before, her hand lightly resting on his chest (though he knew that she wasn't aware that it was there) and laughing with him. He relished in the fact that he was not guardian over a weak simpering maiden, but a strong bold one. This one could hold her own in a fight, he knew just by looking at the gently sculpted muscle on her arms .
"You can call me Jaiden." He smiled again.
"Jaiden," She tasted on her tongue and smiled. "Well, i hope you like it here Jaiden, because from the looks of the brake in that leg that you are going to be staying here for quite some time. Dont worry, ill make the time pass by quickly though. How do you feel about sewing? I could bring you up some thread and cloth." She smiled up wickedly at him. Jaiden groaned.
"Ill take that as a no then. Good think too, because my sewing is just short of atrocious and the only thread i keep in here is thread to stitck flesh." She looked at him expectantly, as though waiting for him to repremant her on her lack of sewing skills. He could tell that she had a dozen or so retorts rehearsed for when he did. "Actually," He said with a grin, "I find it quite refreshing to have found a woman that doesnt waste her precious time sewing when she could be doing so much more with her hands while im here." He watched as her eyes widened with shock at what he had just implied and grinned as he saw that she had no retorts for his bold words. She suddenly grinned a wicked grin and said, "A yes, now tell me Mr. Jaiden, what does one do with her hands while you are here, because i want to ensure your absolute and complete comfort. Does it include a womans hands on a certain part of your body?" He bit back a laugh of shock and replied.
"Why yes actually, how did you guess?"
"Lucky i guess. And is this a part of your body that you hold very dear to yourself? One you just couldnt live without?" She still had that wicked look in her eyes as he hesitantly retorted, "...Yes."
"And could i get into trouble if i took advantage of your weakness at the moment if i chose to put my hands around it and squeeze?"
"Perhaps, but we could think about that later, no?"
"Oh but of course!" She paused, "But what do you want me to do with your body when im done?" She looked at him seriously, but behind her serious eyes, there was laughter , so Jaiden decided to take the bate. "Pardon?"
"You know, when im done strangeling you. Surely you have a preferance as to where your body goes."
Jaiden threw back his head and barked a laugh. He was sure that his stay with this miss was going to be entertaining, if nothing else.
"I have been sent to protect Lilly, that is all i can tell you sir, and that is all i know." The mans stormy eyes drooped with fatigue, the pain in his body a mear far away ach as the weariness took hold of him. "If you wouldnt mind sir, please let me rest, i shall entertain the idea of telling you more in the morning, but for now i big you a good night. I will not harm your Lilly, of this i promise." Tom let loose of the mans shoulders and he fell back onto the soft feather pillows.
Tom heaved a sigh. Its funny, he thought, how the man seemed to read his mind.
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Sun Lilly though, sun is bright. She shuffled up onto her elbows. Since her bed was occupied, Lilly slept in the guest chamber, and that bed was far from comfortable. There was a strip of sun peaking in from the gap between her two flowing curtans and it seemed to settle directly in her eyes. Lilly blinked a few time to wipe away the cobwebs that clouded her mind from last nights slumber and eased her legs over the edge of the bed. She dressed, as always, in a simple dress lilac in color that diped dangerously low. She knew that such an obsenity was not in fasion, but it was all she could afford on a bakers pay and she was quite comfortable with it now.
Lilly creaked down the wooden steps and into the kitchen of her shop to make tea for the gentalman up stairs and grabbed a dish of warm water to clean off any wounds that may have opened during his rest. She then climbed back up the stairs and lifted her fist to tap on the door, but before she could accomplish that, a sweet voice carried through from the other side, "You may enter Lilly." Supressing her shock, Lilly turned the brass knob and entered the room.
Laying on his bed was the man, but he looked different somehow. It was as though he had this air of importance arround him, it was almost...magical. Lilly shook her head, of course magic wasn't here, there was no possable way that it could have found... She shook her head again, must not dwell on such worries, it had been three years since she left Washinghams mannor and she should move on with her life and stop having these little worries.
"Did you have a good rest sir? I pray the bed was comfortable enough for you." Lilly went to set his tea down on the table beside his bed, hoping he would stop looking at her so she could concentrate on the task at hand. She sat down on the side of his bed and peered into his eyes to see if the puples were dialated and gasped. Why, that mans eyes were red! Not the whites that will sometimes get the red veins if the wind is blowing extra harshly, but the actual color of his eyes! Lilly blinked and the red was gone, replaced by a calm stormy grey. Get a hold of yourself, Lilly scolded. The man chuckled. "Is there something amusing sir? I am glad that you are laughing instead of crying out in pain. That means that i did my part right." And she was pleased, his wounds were looking marvelous, healing rather quickly and cleanly. "Ah, but it was your expression," He smiled up at her. "It reminded me of a calf in the same pin as a wolf, i assure you that i mean no danger here." He chuckled again and Lilly retorted, "You sir are hardly a wolf. Why look at you, lying here pittifuly. I would think that you were the calf and i the wolf, for you see, i do have the upper hand." Lilly looked at him seriously, but she couldnt supress her smile from anyone. "Would you mind telling me your name. I feel at a disadvantage, you knowing mine and all." he laughed, "Why you yourself have just said that you had the upperhand, what more do you need to hold over me?" Lilly put her hand to her breast in mock offence, "Why i never suggested that i would hold anything over you! Actually... now that i think of it, are you a noble man Mr...?" He laughed again and looked at the beauty sitting next to him. This Lilly was obviously un-intimidated by social edicate; why here she was, sitting on the edge of the bed of a man that she had just met the night before, her hand lightly resting on his chest (though he knew that she wasn't aware that it was there) and laughing with him. He relished in the fact that he was not guardian over a weak simpering maiden, but a strong bold one. This one could hold her own in a fight, he knew just by looking at the gently sculpted muscle on her arms .
"You can call me Jaiden." He smiled again.
"Jaiden," She tasted on her tongue and smiled. "Well, i hope you like it here Jaiden, because from the looks of the brake in that leg that you are going to be staying here for quite some time. Dont worry, ill make the time pass by quickly though. How do you feel about sewing? I could bring you up some thread and cloth." She smiled up wickedly at him. Jaiden groaned.
"Ill take that as a no then. Good think too, because my sewing is just short of atrocious and the only thread i keep in here is thread to stitck flesh." She looked at him expectantly, as though waiting for him to repremant her on her lack of sewing skills. He could tell that she had a dozen or so retorts rehearsed for when he did. "Actually," He said with a grin, "I find it quite refreshing to have found a woman that doesnt waste her precious time sewing when she could be doing so much more with her hands while im here." He watched as her eyes widened with shock at what he had just implied and grinned as he saw that she had no retorts for his bold words. She suddenly grinned a wicked grin and said, "A yes, now tell me Mr. Jaiden, what does one do with her hands while you are here, because i want to ensure your absolute and complete comfort. Does it include a womans hands on a certain part of your body?" He bit back a laugh of shock and replied.
"Why yes actually, how did you guess?"
"Lucky i guess. And is this a part of your body that you hold very dear to yourself? One you just couldnt live without?" She still had that wicked look in her eyes as he hesitantly retorted, "...Yes."
"And could i get into trouble if i took advantage of your weakness at the moment if i chose to put my hands around it and squeeze?"
"Perhaps, but we could think about that later, no?"
"Oh but of course!" She paused, "But what do you want me to do with your body when im done?" She looked at him seriously, but behind her serious eyes, there was laughter , so Jaiden decided to take the bate. "Pardon?"
"You know, when im done strangeling you. Surely you have a preferance as to where your body goes."
Jaiden threw back his head and barked a laugh. He was sure that his stay with this miss was going to be entertaining, if nothing else.
Sunday, February 3, 2008
Ch 2.5
Tom admired the poor kids bravery. It took the man 10 seconds before he let out an oath that burned his ears. Lilly went to work right away with ensuring his comfort. She poured half a bottle of brandy into the mans mouth then took to observing the most promenent wound, his head.
"Is 'e going to die?" Tom inquired softly, so as to not arouse panic in the guest. He found him lying on Lilly's steps, and presumed him as dead, but felt for a pulse. When he felt the pulse, faint yet there, he knew that if the man had any chance, it would be with Lilly.
"No, its all bluster, as most head wounds are, but i think we should give him another drout of ail before we get to setting this leg of his. Im going to need some help, can you grab the upper part of his leg? Im going to set the bottom one to it. It's going to be a challenge, not to set, but to keep the poor man from struggling. Tis the most painful part you see." She then got to work pouring the bran dy down his throat. The mans alcohol drugged eyes looked at her in panic and she tried to sooth him with soft words and comforting looks. Finally the mans muscles uncleanched in total trust of her abilities. "Alright," she whispered softly, "this may hurt a wee bit, but do take note that the pain will only be fleeting and if we do not ge this bone set, i fear you shall never walk again." She frowned as she bent to take a look at the damage. She was pleased that there was no bone poking out of the skin like she had seen from some of the other unfourtunante gentalmen thrown from their horses. She sighed, men really shouldnt be allowed to ride until they learned the proper way to set a horse.
Lilly looked into the mans eyes and he at once felt perfectly calm. There was something about her eyes that made him feel as if nothing could harm him....
"ARRRGH! DAMMIT WOMAN, WHAT THE 'ELL?" The man thrashed his body, but Tom luckly had a good hold on his leg and his grip wasnt relenting. Lilly tried to set the bones again, the mans oath startling her into nearly dropping the leg. God what a grating voice that man had. She picked up his leg, pulled and with sickening grinding sound, proceeded to set the bone in place. When Lilly was satisfied that her work was completed, the took two flat boards, rope and a two stalkings. She put one stalking over the mans swollen leg, sandwiched the legs between the two boards and put the other stalking over the makeshift cast. It would have to do for now.
The man watched as this beautiful sadistic woman bent over him to examine the extent of his other wounds. He listened as she asked sadistic man number two to get her a dish of warm water and a clean rag. She dipped the soft rag int he warm water and proceeded to gently whipe away the blood and dirt caked on his face and chest. Maybe she wasn't sadistic he thought as she was gently favoring his forhead. In fact, she was down right heavenly, an angle. He looked up to observe her face as she concentrated on her task. She was rather enchanting, the soft brush of eyelashes sweeping her cheek when she blinked. Her soft skin, not white but not dark either made him wonder of her origin. 'Twas an unusual color for a woman to have, and her lips were highly unfasionable as well, but he was never partial to the hair-thin lips that women seemed to favor. No, he enjoyed full lips to accomidate his, he didnt like feeling as if he was swallowing a poor chits mouth whole.
The poor girl looked exhaused, with dark purple marks staining her lower lids, but she looked pleased with her work and she smiled a sleepy smile.
"Tom, can you take him up to the main bedchamber up stairs? 'Tis closer and i shall take the guest chamber. I shall be up in a wee bit to check in on him, but for now i think i shall clean up in here." She then smiled a brilliant smile at Tom and turned to fix up the room with little noise.
Tom sauntered up the stairs, carrying the weight of the now sleeping man to the main sleeping chaimber. The gently layed the man down on the soft feather bed and covered him up. He turned to leave, worried about leaving Lilly alone with a strange man in her house when the man in question coughed and said, "I promise not to hurt her, first off, im stuck in this damned bed bed for awahile i assume, and number two the chit saved my life, and to that, i owe her the world. Thirdly, i have been sent here to protect her, for she is in grave danger."
"Is 'e going to die?" Tom inquired softly, so as to not arouse panic in the guest. He found him lying on Lilly's steps, and presumed him as dead, but felt for a pulse. When he felt the pulse, faint yet there, he knew that if the man had any chance, it would be with Lilly.
"No, its all bluster, as most head wounds are, but i think we should give him another drout of ail before we get to setting this leg of his. Im going to need some help, can you grab the upper part of his leg? Im going to set the bottom one to it. It's going to be a challenge, not to set, but to keep the poor man from struggling. Tis the most painful part you see." She then got to work pouring the bran dy down his throat. The mans alcohol drugged eyes looked at her in panic and she tried to sooth him with soft words and comforting looks. Finally the mans muscles uncleanched in total trust of her abilities. "Alright," she whispered softly, "this may hurt a wee bit, but do take note that the pain will only be fleeting and if we do not ge this bone set, i fear you shall never walk again." She frowned as she bent to take a look at the damage. She was pleased that there was no bone poking out of the skin like she had seen from some of the other unfourtunante gentalmen thrown from their horses. She sighed, men really shouldnt be allowed to ride until they learned the proper way to set a horse.
Lilly looked into the mans eyes and he at once felt perfectly calm. There was something about her eyes that made him feel as if nothing could harm him....
"ARRRGH! DAMMIT WOMAN, WHAT THE 'ELL?" The man thrashed his body, but Tom luckly had a good hold on his leg and his grip wasnt relenting. Lilly tried to set the bones again, the mans oath startling her into nearly dropping the leg. God what a grating voice that man had. She picked up his leg, pulled and with sickening grinding sound, proceeded to set the bone in place. When Lilly was satisfied that her work was completed, the took two flat boards, rope and a two stalkings. She put one stalking over the mans swollen leg, sandwiched the legs between the two boards and put the other stalking over the makeshift cast. It would have to do for now.
The man watched as this beautiful sadistic woman bent over him to examine the extent of his other wounds. He listened as she asked sadistic man number two to get her a dish of warm water and a clean rag. She dipped the soft rag int he warm water and proceeded to gently whipe away the blood and dirt caked on his face and chest. Maybe she wasn't sadistic he thought as she was gently favoring his forhead. In fact, she was down right heavenly, an angle. He looked up to observe her face as she concentrated on her task. She was rather enchanting, the soft brush of eyelashes sweeping her cheek when she blinked. Her soft skin, not white but not dark either made him wonder of her origin. 'Twas an unusual color for a woman to have, and her lips were highly unfasionable as well, but he was never partial to the hair-thin lips that women seemed to favor. No, he enjoyed full lips to accomidate his, he didnt like feeling as if he was swallowing a poor chits mouth whole.
The poor girl looked exhaused, with dark purple marks staining her lower lids, but she looked pleased with her work and she smiled a sleepy smile.
"Tom, can you take him up to the main bedchamber up stairs? 'Tis closer and i shall take the guest chamber. I shall be up in a wee bit to check in on him, but for now i think i shall clean up in here." She then smiled a brilliant smile at Tom and turned to fix up the room with little noise.
Tom sauntered up the stairs, carrying the weight of the now sleeping man to the main sleeping chaimber. The gently layed the man down on the soft feather bed and covered him up. He turned to leave, worried about leaving Lilly alone with a strange man in her house when the man in question coughed and said, "I promise not to hurt her, first off, im stuck in this damned bed bed for awahile i assume, and number two the chit saved my life, and to that, i owe her the world. Thirdly, i have been sent here to protect her, for she is in grave danger."
Ch 2
Tom lifted the mug to his lips. He raised his warm brown eyes to meet Lillys and asked, "So Lilly, have you given thought to any of the suiters that have been salavating at your door?" Lilly nearly spit out her ail. "Dear God Tom, could you find a way to be more blunt?." She examned him thoughtfully and said, "Why yes, yes I have, but you see Tom, there is only on man i love and im afraid that he is much too old and weak for me. Plus, he is more like a father to me and not a lover. To add on to those down falls, his heart was taken years ago by the loveliest woman in all of Scotland. No, i dont see how we could work out." Her eyes sparkled as she took a bite of hard bread. She knew Tom wished to see her married off to a man that would fufill her every want and desire and that he was afraid that she had given up all hopes of love years ago.
In truth, Lilly thought, I dont think that i shall ever find a man that thinks with his head. All men are after one thing, except for her Tom of corse, and that one thing was something she wasnt going to give up again, no matter how sweet a mans words sound to the ears.
"Lilly," Tom laughed, "I think that you could get anyman you wished if you put your strong head to it. Just so long as the man in question isnt married or crippled with children." Bloody hell, Tom thought, she should get a saint to casually toss aside his vows.
" But Tom, I could never get the perfect man, for he is sitting right accross from me at this very moment and i just can't see my life with out a man like you Tom. It would be a very sore marriage indeed." She sighed dramatically and grinned over at the man in question. "Ahh Lilly, I am hardly the esscence of perfect. Seems like yesterday Kate was clouting me over the head with a brass pan for gambling away her favorite necklace. I got the scar on this hand," He lifted his hand to show the offending, puckered scar and continued. " from getting the blasted necklace back. I fought with an English duke for that necklace and he about nearly had me. But for my Kate, I would have done anything in the world." He sighed again and drained his cup. "Lilly, you will find someone, and i pray to the heavens that he is a strong man at will, for if he is not, hes going to crumble at that gaze ive seen you give them suiters at the door. Those eyes could make a man weep with pleasure or pain, depending on how you use them." He laughed again and patted her hand. "Yes, i do believe you will do fine. I do have to get going, the hour grows late and my old bones need a soft feathered bed and a warm brick at my feet. Good night dear Lilly."
Lilly swiftly pecked her "loves" cheek and saw him out.
She observed Tom as he walked away into the rainy night. Age had not taken his gracefull walk. She had seen many aged men stoop to the floor at the age that Tom is now.
Perhaps it was time for her to warm a brick as well, she thought with a smile. It had been a long night and the ail was starting to slow her down.
Just as Lilly turned to head up the stairs to her apartment, there was yet another pounding. Lilly laughed and muttered to her self, "Tom, you seem to always be forgetting something."
"Lilly, Open up!" Tom shouted urgently. Lilly frowned, Tom seemed panicked. She ran to the door and threw it open. In Toms arms was an obviously broken man. Blood flowed from the gash above his eyes and his leg was bent at a serious angle. She shuttered to think at all of the other wounds the poor man may have attained. She ushered Tom and the man inside. Dear lord, it was lucky the man was unconsious, for he would be screaming in agony ifhe were.
Just then, the mans eyes opened.
In truth, Lilly thought, I dont think that i shall ever find a man that thinks with his head. All men are after one thing, except for her Tom of corse, and that one thing was something she wasnt going to give up again, no matter how sweet a mans words sound to the ears.
"Lilly," Tom laughed, "I think that you could get anyman you wished if you put your strong head to it. Just so long as the man in question isnt married or crippled with children." Bloody hell, Tom thought, she should get a saint to casually toss aside his vows.
" But Tom, I could never get the perfect man, for he is sitting right accross from me at this very moment and i just can't see my life with out a man like you Tom. It would be a very sore marriage indeed." She sighed dramatically and grinned over at the man in question. "Ahh Lilly, I am hardly the esscence of perfect. Seems like yesterday Kate was clouting me over the head with a brass pan for gambling away her favorite necklace. I got the scar on this hand," He lifted his hand to show the offending, puckered scar and continued. " from getting the blasted necklace back. I fought with an English duke for that necklace and he about nearly had me. But for my Kate, I would have done anything in the world." He sighed again and drained his cup. "Lilly, you will find someone, and i pray to the heavens that he is a strong man at will, for if he is not, hes going to crumble at that gaze ive seen you give them suiters at the door. Those eyes could make a man weep with pleasure or pain, depending on how you use them." He laughed again and patted her hand. "Yes, i do believe you will do fine. I do have to get going, the hour grows late and my old bones need a soft feathered bed and a warm brick at my feet. Good night dear Lilly."
Lilly swiftly pecked her "loves" cheek and saw him out.
She observed Tom as he walked away into the rainy night. Age had not taken his gracefull walk. She had seen many aged men stoop to the floor at the age that Tom is now.
Perhaps it was time for her to warm a brick as well, she thought with a smile. It had been a long night and the ail was starting to slow her down.
Just as Lilly turned to head up the stairs to her apartment, there was yet another pounding. Lilly laughed and muttered to her self, "Tom, you seem to always be forgetting something."
"Lilly, Open up!" Tom shouted urgently. Lilly frowned, Tom seemed panicked. She ran to the door and threw it open. In Toms arms was an obviously broken man. Blood flowed from the gash above his eyes and his leg was bent at a serious angle. She shuttered to think at all of the other wounds the poor man may have attained. She ushered Tom and the man inside. Dear lord, it was lucky the man was unconsious, for he would be screaming in agony ifhe were.
Just then, the mans eyes opened.
Saturday, February 2, 2008
Ch 1
"Lilly!" pounding on the door of her shop, "Lilly, its me, open up!" Lilly whipes her hands on the front of her dress to rid them of the white powder she was using to make her bread.
"Hold on Tom, Im coming, did you get it?" Lilly shouted through the door.
"Yes, and its bloody heavy, i wouldnt mind if you gave me a hand with this you know." Toms voice shouted through the door. For all his gruffness, Tom held a particular fondness for this little chit. He was fourty years her senior with a grey ponytail that used to be a vivid red, he was a heavy man, but his weight was not fat, but muscle from years of training and fighting. He had scars on his arms and face from battle, scars that he displayed proudly for there was a great heroic tale that accompenied each raised white line. The door was opened by a disheveled young woman and yet again he found himself admiring her beauty. Long silky black hair that reached to the gentle curves of her hips, tied, as always, back in a braid. She was a tiny little thing, but not lacking in strength, for she plucked the heavy stone grinder right out of his arms with a shake of her head.
"I swear Tom, you're getting weak. Why i remember when i first arrived, you could pick up a lame horse with one arm tied behind your back without breaking a sweat."
She set the grinder down with a soft thud and gave him a swift peck on the cheek with her full, lips. Those lips could have a man stairing for hours, tom thought with a shake of his head. They were too big for the fasion of the time, ladies these days liked small delicate lips, and they looked as if they could really do some pleasing if she so desired. Tom mentally slapped himself, his Lilly was not to be thought of in such a manner. At 19 years of age, she was ready to be married, but Tom knew that she wished to find herself a husband that will treat her right. After what she went through with that bloody uncle of hers... He shook his head, one must not dwell on that, for one might dig the bastard up and shoot his bloody body. He turned and saw Lilly looking at him quizically.
Its those eyes, those damn eyes that will render a man speachless everytime she looks at him. They were the eyes of the mother goddess, and unusual color. Purple, not the violet that many people claim to have, but a deep purple that haunts a man at night, no matter what company he keeps. It is impossable to be unaffected by those eyes, they were impossable to ignore, they took up a large portion of her face.
Lilly raised her delicately arched eyebrows. "Tom? you look exhausted, did you need some ail? Here, sit and ill get you a mug." She put her tiny hands on his shoulders and gently pressed him into a brass chair. Tom put his hands on the cool metal surface of the green table and watched his Lilly. Yes, he would protect her from anything. His dear Kate would have wated that, for she never bore any childeren of her own. Tom knew he would never love another after his Kate died, but then Lilly came along and brightened up his life. He never fell in love with Lilly, but it was impossable to love the little chit. He was her daughter, he had no care whose blood ran in her veins, he had claim, and he was sure that Lilly felt the same towards him.
She came back with a big mug of ail in her hands, thus improving her goddess like form. A man needed two things in life, Tom thought, ail and a good strong woman to keep him in check. "Ah thank you lass, this is just what i need on a rainy night like this. The rain seems to chill me from the inside out, so depressing it is."
Lilly laughed, "Why Tom, how different we are, for i would rather it be raining all the time. Its a beautiful thing, the rain. It cleans the streets, and it waters the crops for harvest. Yes, i do say rain in absolutely wonderful." She puntuated this with a smile and looked at Tom expectantly.
He knew what she wanted, it was tradition for him to share a story to the symphony of rain on the roof.
"Ah yes lass, I remember your grandma Kate loved the rain too. In fact, I asked for her hand in the soft drops. It was completely horrendous."
Lilly laughed, "How could you say that a proposal to Kate could be anything but magnificent?"
"But it was, dear girl! How marvelous the moment was! We walked along the streets of this little town, Katie some how had gotten rid of the nanny that flitted around us like a flea (how she ever did that, i will never know) and we had the streets to ourselvs. I tucked her gloved hand in the crook of my arm and we walked.
"I remember her asking if i was ill. "Why do you ask little one?" She responded with a wicked grin, "Why? Well you look positivly pale, and you have a sheen of sweat on your face." Of course i was nervous, how could i not be? My Katie was the bonniest lass of Scotland. No!" Tom contradicted, "She was the bonniest lass in the world! Rich red hair, shortly cropped as was fasion, and her eyes Lilly, her eyes were the clearest blue of the heavens."
Lilly got up to get bread and butter to go with their ail. "Then what happened? i assum as soon as you proposed, she swooned at your feet, for what poor maiden wouldnt swoon at such a pure profession onf love?"
"Katie hardly swooned," Tom said with a chuckle. "She laughed, for you see, i was so nervous, when i got on my knee, it very well dipped into a large puddle and i let out an oath that would have my dear nana curling her toes. Not my Katie though, she laughed. I then let out the profession, I told her that i would love her until the day i died. I complimented her beauty and told her her strengths. Kate looked as if she was about to swoon, but she let out an oath nearly compimentary to mine, opened her mouth and said, "If youre wanting me to say yes to your proposal, youre going to have to get more origional than that." She then turned on her heals and walked away.
"Well, i wasnt going to have any of that, so i ran after her, grabbed her by the arm and turned her to face me and said, "Katie, you are like salt. I would rather live without salt than be without you." Oh Lilly, you should have seen Kates face. Her eyes got huge in her head and she looked as if she were about to explode. "Why Tom, what kind of compairison is that? I have had men praise my beauty and compair it to jewls and fine linnen, but never salt. You, good sir, are in dire need of teaching. I will not marry you until you find a compliment that overshadows all compliments that any bonny man has paid me."
"I then said, "Kate, do me this one thing, go home and ask your cooks to make your nightly meal and to not add salt. I will be in the park tomorrow at the nooning hour awaiting your answer to my proposal." It was then my turn to walk away.
"When i returned the next day, my Kate was early to the park. She looked up at me shyly and said, "Tom, i did as you ask. I shall accept your proposal, because without you, my life would be as dull as a meal without salt." The rain started to fall and she threw her arms around me and i laughed with joy. I then gave her a bold kiss on her mouth and she blushed. Just a pretty blush my Kate had."
Lilly looked at the man that had become a father to her since he found her, three years ago begging for work and food. His eyes were far away, on memories of old. His story had brought tears to her eyes. She made an oath just then, she was going to find a husband just like her Tom. She wants what he and Kate had, true and committed love.
"Hold on Tom, Im coming, did you get it?" Lilly shouted through the door.
"Yes, and its bloody heavy, i wouldnt mind if you gave me a hand with this you know." Toms voice shouted through the door. For all his gruffness, Tom held a particular fondness for this little chit. He was fourty years her senior with a grey ponytail that used to be a vivid red, he was a heavy man, but his weight was not fat, but muscle from years of training and fighting. He had scars on his arms and face from battle, scars that he displayed proudly for there was a great heroic tale that accompenied each raised white line. The door was opened by a disheveled young woman and yet again he found himself admiring her beauty. Long silky black hair that reached to the gentle curves of her hips, tied, as always, back in a braid. She was a tiny little thing, but not lacking in strength, for she plucked the heavy stone grinder right out of his arms with a shake of her head.
"I swear Tom, you're getting weak. Why i remember when i first arrived, you could pick up a lame horse with one arm tied behind your back without breaking a sweat."
She set the grinder down with a soft thud and gave him a swift peck on the cheek with her full, lips. Those lips could have a man stairing for hours, tom thought with a shake of his head. They were too big for the fasion of the time, ladies these days liked small delicate lips, and they looked as if they could really do some pleasing if she so desired. Tom mentally slapped himself, his Lilly was not to be thought of in such a manner. At 19 years of age, she was ready to be married, but Tom knew that she wished to find herself a husband that will treat her right. After what she went through with that bloody uncle of hers... He shook his head, one must not dwell on that, for one might dig the bastard up and shoot his bloody body. He turned and saw Lilly looking at him quizically.
Its those eyes, those damn eyes that will render a man speachless everytime she looks at him. They were the eyes of the mother goddess, and unusual color. Purple, not the violet that many people claim to have, but a deep purple that haunts a man at night, no matter what company he keeps. It is impossable to be unaffected by those eyes, they were impossable to ignore, they took up a large portion of her face.
Lilly raised her delicately arched eyebrows. "Tom? you look exhausted, did you need some ail? Here, sit and ill get you a mug." She put her tiny hands on his shoulders and gently pressed him into a brass chair. Tom put his hands on the cool metal surface of the green table and watched his Lilly. Yes, he would protect her from anything. His dear Kate would have wated that, for she never bore any childeren of her own. Tom knew he would never love another after his Kate died, but then Lilly came along and brightened up his life. He never fell in love with Lilly, but it was impossable to love the little chit. He was her daughter, he had no care whose blood ran in her veins, he had claim, and he was sure that Lilly felt the same towards him.
She came back with a big mug of ail in her hands, thus improving her goddess like form. A man needed two things in life, Tom thought, ail and a good strong woman to keep him in check. "Ah thank you lass, this is just what i need on a rainy night like this. The rain seems to chill me from the inside out, so depressing it is."
Lilly laughed, "Why Tom, how different we are, for i would rather it be raining all the time. Its a beautiful thing, the rain. It cleans the streets, and it waters the crops for harvest. Yes, i do say rain in absolutely wonderful." She puntuated this with a smile and looked at Tom expectantly.
He knew what she wanted, it was tradition for him to share a story to the symphony of rain on the roof.
"Ah yes lass, I remember your grandma Kate loved the rain too. In fact, I asked for her hand in the soft drops. It was completely horrendous."
Lilly laughed, "How could you say that a proposal to Kate could be anything but magnificent?"
"But it was, dear girl! How marvelous the moment was! We walked along the streets of this little town, Katie some how had gotten rid of the nanny that flitted around us like a flea (how she ever did that, i will never know) and we had the streets to ourselvs. I tucked her gloved hand in the crook of my arm and we walked.
"I remember her asking if i was ill. "Why do you ask little one?" She responded with a wicked grin, "Why? Well you look positivly pale, and you have a sheen of sweat on your face." Of course i was nervous, how could i not be? My Katie was the bonniest lass of Scotland. No!" Tom contradicted, "She was the bonniest lass in the world! Rich red hair, shortly cropped as was fasion, and her eyes Lilly, her eyes were the clearest blue of the heavens."
Lilly got up to get bread and butter to go with their ail. "Then what happened? i assum as soon as you proposed, she swooned at your feet, for what poor maiden wouldnt swoon at such a pure profession onf love?"
"Katie hardly swooned," Tom said with a chuckle. "She laughed, for you see, i was so nervous, when i got on my knee, it very well dipped into a large puddle and i let out an oath that would have my dear nana curling her toes. Not my Katie though, she laughed. I then let out the profession, I told her that i would love her until the day i died. I complimented her beauty and told her her strengths. Kate looked as if she was about to swoon, but she let out an oath nearly compimentary to mine, opened her mouth and said, "If youre wanting me to say yes to your proposal, youre going to have to get more origional than that." She then turned on her heals and walked away.
"Well, i wasnt going to have any of that, so i ran after her, grabbed her by the arm and turned her to face me and said, "Katie, you are like salt. I would rather live without salt than be without you." Oh Lilly, you should have seen Kates face. Her eyes got huge in her head and she looked as if she were about to explode. "Why Tom, what kind of compairison is that? I have had men praise my beauty and compair it to jewls and fine linnen, but never salt. You, good sir, are in dire need of teaching. I will not marry you until you find a compliment that overshadows all compliments that any bonny man has paid me."
"I then said, "Kate, do me this one thing, go home and ask your cooks to make your nightly meal and to not add salt. I will be in the park tomorrow at the nooning hour awaiting your answer to my proposal." It was then my turn to walk away.
"When i returned the next day, my Kate was early to the park. She looked up at me shyly and said, "Tom, i did as you ask. I shall accept your proposal, because without you, my life would be as dull as a meal without salt." The rain started to fall and she threw her arms around me and i laughed with joy. I then gave her a bold kiss on her mouth and she blushed. Just a pretty blush my Kate had."
Lilly looked at the man that had become a father to her since he found her, three years ago begging for work and food. His eyes were far away, on memories of old. His story had brought tears to her eyes. She made an oath just then, she was going to find a husband just like her Tom. She wants what he and Kate had, true and committed love.
Story
So i was thinking that maybe i could write a story on here, i have no idea how blogs are supposed to work and i need a new project, i think a story might help. If anyone has any additions they wish to add, they can leave a comment on here, that would friggen rock!
Here we go!
Standing at her uncles door way, she felt no remorse for the death of the man that had made her life hell. The healers were all rushing around the place, trying to make sure her uncle wouldnt harm himself with his convulsions. The head healer barked orders at his apprenteces to get a tool, herbs, anything that might help stop the tremmors. She stood there, a softness in her mind, as if she was there, but observing the chaos as an outsider. She knew that the Healers task was an impossible, keeping her uncle alive now would be just short of a miracle, a miracle that the gods didnt have in them.
She turned on her heal and walked out of the room, supressing a malicious smile. The man that had ruined her life had died and she was now able to move on. As his ward and the only living relative of his, she naturally inherited all of his estates, this dump he calls home and all things that come with it. She planned on living as far away as she could, selling all the land and estates in the process. Her steps paused as she pondered where she was going to venture to. Scotland, she would move to scotland and build a life there. She smiled then, that was the one thing her uncles death would bring to her, the money to build her own life.
To think, she was going to marry that barbarian that her uncle had presented to her. She shuddered as she thought of the pasty pale man. He had hair the color of the grits Cook would make for her in the mornings and eyes that lacked the luster of a healthy man, rather the color of grass in a three day drout. She sighed, Andrew really wasnt that bad. She just wanted the option of makeing her own decisions. They did have enjoyable times at the lake, though he was absolutly appalled when she lifted her skirts to dip her toes in the shimering water. Lilly tossed back her long black braid. She would be sure to say her goodbyes to Andrew before she left.
Lilly turned again into a spacious hallway that lead to the sweeping staircase. The very staircase she used as a ramp as she sat on her pillow case and rode to the bottom. They were also the very staircase that Cook held her as she cried when she got news that her parents were gone, victims to the dark illness.
Cook, Lilly decided, was coming with her. She couldnt imagine life without her bestfriend and surrogate mother. True she was only 4 years her senior, but she held a wisdom uncommon for her age, her green eyes alit with knowledge of one at least 20 years near death. Lilly went to the kitchens to grace her friend with the news of their soon to be parture and hoped that she would take it well. But the only thing Lilly found when she reached the kitchen was a note on the oak table and her precious friend lying spread eagle on her back, her wise green eyes devoid of life.
Here we go!
Standing at her uncles door way, she felt no remorse for the death of the man that had made her life hell. The healers were all rushing around the place, trying to make sure her uncle wouldnt harm himself with his convulsions. The head healer barked orders at his apprenteces to get a tool, herbs, anything that might help stop the tremmors. She stood there, a softness in her mind, as if she was there, but observing the chaos as an outsider. She knew that the Healers task was an impossible, keeping her uncle alive now would be just short of a miracle, a miracle that the gods didnt have in them.
She turned on her heal and walked out of the room, supressing a malicious smile. The man that had ruined her life had died and she was now able to move on. As his ward and the only living relative of his, she naturally inherited all of his estates, this dump he calls home and all things that come with it. She planned on living as far away as she could, selling all the land and estates in the process. Her steps paused as she pondered where she was going to venture to. Scotland, she would move to scotland and build a life there. She smiled then, that was the one thing her uncles death would bring to her, the money to build her own life.
To think, she was going to marry that barbarian that her uncle had presented to her. She shuddered as she thought of the pasty pale man. He had hair the color of the grits Cook would make for her in the mornings and eyes that lacked the luster of a healthy man, rather the color of grass in a three day drout. She sighed, Andrew really wasnt that bad. She just wanted the option of makeing her own decisions. They did have enjoyable times at the lake, though he was absolutly appalled when she lifted her skirts to dip her toes in the shimering water. Lilly tossed back her long black braid. She would be sure to say her goodbyes to Andrew before she left.
Lilly turned again into a spacious hallway that lead to the sweeping staircase. The very staircase she used as a ramp as she sat on her pillow case and rode to the bottom. They were also the very staircase that Cook held her as she cried when she got news that her parents were gone, victims to the dark illness.
Cook, Lilly decided, was coming with her. She couldnt imagine life without her bestfriend and surrogate mother. True she was only 4 years her senior, but she held a wisdom uncommon for her age, her green eyes alit with knowledge of one at least 20 years near death. Lilly went to the kitchens to grace her friend with the news of their soon to be parture and hoped that she would take it well. But the only thing Lilly found when she reached the kitchen was a note on the oak table and her precious friend lying spread eagle on her back, her wise green eyes devoid of life.
सो.
सो आईएम हियर टू जुस्त टोक मोरे अबाउट म्य्सेल्फ (इस्न्त थाट वहत यौरे सुप्पोसेद टू दो ओं ब्लोग्स? लोल)
इ जुस्त वांटेड टू टोक अबाउट मे फेअर्स, इ डोंट कणों वही, इ जुस्त वांट टू गेट थेम अल ओएफ मे चेस्ट। आईएम सो स्कारेड थाट इ विल अल्वाय्स फील थिस लोनेली, जुस्त, फोर सोम रेअसों लातेली, इव बीन फीलिंग सो लोनेली, सो येम्प्ती। इ डोंट क्ज्नो वहत टू दो अबाउट आईटी। इ में, इ हवे फ्रियेंड्स, बुत फोर सोमेरेअसों, आईटी दोयेस्न्त फील लिके थे कैन फिल थे प्लेस इन मे हार्ट थाट नीड्स फिल्लिंग, इफ थाट मेक्स सेंस। आईटी दोयेस्न्त हेल्प थाट इ डोंट कणों वहत आईएम दोंग विथ मे रेलिगिओं। इ हवे मानी बेलियेफ्स तोवार्ड्स थे विच्कान रेलिगिओं, बुत इ डोंट कणों इफ इ कैन अग्री विथ सोम ओएफ थिर बेलियेफ्स
इ सुप्पोसे अल रेलिगिओं इस लिके थाट थौघ। च्रिस्तिंस, जेव्स, हिन्दू, मुस्लिम, इ जुस्त विष थाट इ क्नेव वहत इ बेलियेवेद, इफ थाट मेक्स सेंस। इ में, इ कणों वहत इ बेलियेवे, बुत आईटी तकेस सीरियस थिंकिंग टू दो सो, नद एवें थें, आईएम नोट १००% सुर थाट इ कणों। इ थिंक आईटी कोमेस फ्रोम येअर्स इन अ कैथोलिक फमिली, हविंग अल ओएफ थेम तेल्लिंग मी वहत गोयेस वेयर नद व्हो दीद वहत। मे व्होले लाइफ, काथोलिस्म दिद्न्त फील राईट टू मी, बुत इ जुस्त दिद्न्त कणों वहत दीद। इ अल्वाय्स फेल्ट थिस पुल तोवार्ड्स पगानिस्म, बुत इ नेवर फेल्ट फ्री टू प्रक्तिस इन मे होम, जुस्त बेकौसे इ कणों थाट मे फाठेर (परेंट्स अरे दिवोर्साद) वौल्ड हवे मी गुत्तेद। हिन्दुइस्म फेल्ट दिफ्फेरेंट, इन अ गूढ़ वे, बुत आईटी दोयेस्न्त फील अस इफ इ हवे टीम टू लीर्ण अल ओएफ थिर गोड्स, सिघ।
एंड ओएफ रंतिंग्स, प्लेस कमेन्ट अत विल
~पगन चिक
इ जुस्त वांटेड टू टोक अबाउट मे फेअर्स, इ डोंट कणों वही, इ जुस्त वांट टू गेट थेम अल ओएफ मे चेस्ट। आईएम सो स्कारेड थाट इ विल अल्वाय्स फील थिस लोनेली, जुस्त, फोर सोम रेअसों लातेली, इव बीन फीलिंग सो लोनेली, सो येम्प्ती। इ डोंट क्ज्नो वहत टू दो अबाउट आईटी। इ में, इ हवे फ्रियेंड्स, बुत फोर सोमेरेअसों, आईटी दोयेस्न्त फील लिके थे कैन फिल थे प्लेस इन मे हार्ट थाट नीड्स फिल्लिंग, इफ थाट मेक्स सेंस। आईटी दोयेस्न्त हेल्प थाट इ डोंट कणों वहत आईएम दोंग विथ मे रेलिगिओं। इ हवे मानी बेलियेफ्स तोवार्ड्स थे विच्कान रेलिगिओं, बुत इ डोंट कणों इफ इ कैन अग्री विथ सोम ओएफ थिर बेलियेफ्स
इ सुप्पोसे अल रेलिगिओं इस लिके थाट थौघ। च्रिस्तिंस, जेव्स, हिन्दू, मुस्लिम, इ जुस्त विष थाट इ क्नेव वहत इ बेलियेवेद, इफ थाट मेक्स सेंस। इ में, इ कणों वहत इ बेलियेवे, बुत आईटी तकेस सीरियस थिंकिंग टू दो सो, नद एवें थें, आईएम नोट १००% सुर थाट इ कणों। इ थिंक आईटी कोमेस फ्रोम येअर्स इन अ कैथोलिक फमिली, हविंग अल ओएफ थेम तेल्लिंग मी वहत गोयेस वेयर नद व्हो दीद वहत। मे व्होले लाइफ, काथोलिस्म दिद्न्त फील राईट टू मी, बुत इ जुस्त दिद्न्त कणों वहत दीद। इ अल्वाय्स फेल्ट थिस पुल तोवार्ड्स पगानिस्म, बुत इ नेवर फेल्ट फ्री टू प्रक्तिस इन मे होम, जुस्त बेकौसे इ कणों थाट मे फाठेर (परेंट्स अरे दिवोर्साद) वौल्ड हवे मी गुत्तेद। हिन्दुइस्म फेल्ट दिफ्फेरेंट, इन अ गूढ़ वे, बुत आईटी दोयेस्न्त फील अस इफ इ हवे टीम टू लीर्ण अल ओएफ थिर गोड्स, सिघ।
एंड ओएफ रंतिंग्स, प्लेस कमेन्ट अत विल
~पगन चिक
Friday, February 1, 2008
Hey:)
Im new to the whole blogging thing, so if i make an uber blogging taboo, just let me know:)
Maybe i should start off by telling you all alittle about my self. Im an 18 year old chick I am about to graduate highschool, of which i am very excided. I have dark brown hair, long, and green,brown,black, gold eyes (they are really odd). i am 5'7'' and i weigh about.... 120 pounds ish.
My passion is religion and law. Im planning on going to college next year to get a major in the criminal justice field and a minor in religiousz study and psycology. Im really excided about college. Freaked out of my mind, but so ready to do it:)
The only thing i really seek in life is love. Im a hopeless romantic who wants to be able to love passionently. I want to find that one guy that will just blow my mind away, someone that is caring and generous and daring. I want someone with confidence, not arrogance. someone who thinks with his heart, not his dick. I want some one who wont judge me, call me ignorant. I want someone with a drive to find success. most of all, i want someone who also wants to love passionently. When i find that someone, im going to give all of myself to him and i hope that he will be able to do the same for me.
lol, now that i have bored you with my bibliography, feel free to comment
Maybe i should start off by telling you all alittle about my self. Im an 18 year old chick I am about to graduate highschool, of which i am very excided. I have dark brown hair, long, and green,brown,black, gold eyes (they are really odd). i am 5'7'' and i weigh about.... 120 pounds ish.
My passion is religion and law. Im planning on going to college next year to get a major in the criminal justice field and a minor in religiousz study and psycology. Im really excided about college. Freaked out of my mind, but so ready to do it:)
The only thing i really seek in life is love. Im a hopeless romantic who wants to be able to love passionently. I want to find that one guy that will just blow my mind away, someone that is caring and generous and daring. I want someone with confidence, not arrogance. someone who thinks with his heart, not his dick. I want some one who wont judge me, call me ignorant. I want someone with a drive to find success. most of all, i want someone who also wants to love passionently. When i find that someone, im going to give all of myself to him and i hope that he will be able to do the same for me.
lol, now that i have bored you with my bibliography, feel free to comment
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