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Post by scarlett neveah vayro on Oct 24, 2011 13:09:17 GMT -5
 The idea of romance was stuck in her head again, not because she was a romantic or anything but because it was one of the themes for her photography course this year. Romance was literally taking over everything lately, Anouk and her romance with Alex, Cass and his romance with Gareth and who knows how many other people had romance going on in their lives? She wasn’t jealous of it all, ok maybe a little bit, but it was sort of annoying as well. Everywhere she went, she saw couples holding hands and snuggling and what not, it was really annoying, and now what was even more annoying was the theme that she was given. She had no difficulty on making her theme known in her photographs, it was just the write up which she was worried about, sure she could write lots if silly naff about love and romance and things linked with it, but if her writing didn’t have any emotion in it she was sure to be knocked down a few marks, and Scarlett wasn’t going to be happy with that at all. Her education meant a lot to her, this Academy was the only thing which allowed her to escape from what she had come from and she wasn’t going to let it go that easily.
She was currently sitting on a bench in the school yard, an apple in one hand and her camera being held up by the other. She was looking down at a piece of paper in which she had to write a small essay about romance, she had to explain it, describe it and then go onto explain how her pictures showed the theme. She hadn’t even taken any pictures yet so it was taking a while for her to be done with this project. It was difficult to do this project, especially when you hadn’t had a proper romance yet, and she already knew half of her essay would probably be copied from Wikipedia or some other webpage. Leaving her camera resting on her lap, she leaned back with one hand and took a bite of her apple angrily, chewing harshly as her eyebrows moved towards each other while she thought about this essay. Moving the piece of apple in her mouth to the side, she made sure her camera was safe and secure in her lap before picking up a pen with her left hand and writing something down on her pad of paper. Who gives a shit about this? Sighing, she crossed it out before looking around the courtyard.
It was quite empty, because she was in the school yard during lesson time. All she had to do really was shoe her face to the teacher and then tell her that she was going on a journey of photographs, which was fine. Raising an eyebrow as she focused on a couple beyond the school gates, she finally smiled. Picking up her camera and letting her pen drop, her camera clicked, the lens closed for a second and opened once more. At least she was getting something done.
tagged// deimos!
word count// 519!
outfit// click!
thoughts// woop, hope this is fine. <3
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Post by deimos basileus cosmatos on Oct 25, 2011 8:44:18 GMT -5
 you heard that i was trouble ,
BUT YOU COULDN'T RESISTJ U S T T A K E A B I T E L E T M E S H A K E U P Y O U R W O R L D- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Deimos loved assignments. Not only e was allowed to ditch the boring classroom and wander through the school but it also gave him the chance to meet up with people outside the artistic circle. Don’t take him wrong, he absolutely loved his fellow artists but sometimes it was very nice to jump off that comfort zone and meet someone different. Plus, he could flirt like the manwhore he was. Anyway, today’s assignment was pretty easy. Apparently professors from different arts got together in some type of hellish coven and decided that it was romance week so art students were supposed to draw something that inspired romance, photography students were supposed to photograph something that reflected romance, music students were supposed to sing or write a song about romance and who the hell knew what dance students were supposed to do. To Dem they were always the strange oddballs anyway.
So there he was, leaving the art building and waving his hand at some fellow students while rejecting their kind offers to keep them company. Drawing was something that Dem liked to do alone, despite being a people’s person and all. He just couldn’t concentrate with people around him, especially with art students around him. Dem was confident that his particular art was good, and not exactly common. Most artists strived to make a name for themselves while Dem was happy with sketching things and offering them to others so they could turn them into their own art. Oh well, he was modest like that (har har not).
Initially, Dem thought romance would be an easy topic. A few jokes about it were cracked while the professor explained the assignment… a womanizer like him would have no problem in drawing something romantic. After all he was known for sweet talking even the most stubborn of girls into his bed. Once outside though he stood under the gentle sun and wondered just what the hell he could draw. It’s not like he could draw the fancy words and tricks he used to charm girls because that would be a lot more suitable for a writing project. Tucking his pencil case and drawing notebook inside his messenger bag Dem settled for the gardens; someone ought to provide some inspiration there. After all students liked to snog under the trees as if no one was seeing them. If Dem couldn’t think of something else to draw he could just draw some of those students and settle with a B. Ugh… tough luck… the school yard was practically deserted since it was class time. Only a soul here and there but nothing Dem could really use for his drawings. Absentmindedly he gravitated to the nearest bench he sat down ignoring the fact that it was already occupied. Dem took a moment to bring out the previously tucked drawing instruments before turning to see whose space he was invading and much to his surprise (which was shown by him dropping the pencil case and letting the pencils scatter around) it was Scarlett.
…of all the people he could’ve found… “H-hey!” He greeted her, trying to not sound as nervous as he actually was. He liked Scarlett, he really did. She was nice and sweet and fun but you know… in the end Dem tossed her like he did with the rest. It had been one of those rare occasions in which he didn’t even know why he did it, as Scarlett would’ve been the perfect girlfriend. Sure enough, he felt like a dick for doing it but there wasn’t much he could do about it. At least he didn’t find her every morning in the art class like he did with other girls he ditched. “How are you?” of all the stupid questions he could’ve asked… well Dem was good with charming and luring girls into his welcoming arms and even though he was a gentleman in and outside a relationship these situations weren’t exactly his forte. He just hoped Scarlett wasn’t too mad… because she was the type of girl Dem would’ve liked to keep as a friend despite the ditching thing and all.
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Post by scarlett neveah vayro on Oct 25, 2011 11:11:45 GMT -5
Being alone meant that you could showcase your talent more, your credit wouldn’t be given to another person and you could carry on with your life, happily, knowing that you had done a great piece of work. Back in New York, Scarlett didn’t like working in groups, especially groups to do with oral presentation or creating something, which was literally all the time. The pile load of work was mainly given to her because she always did the work and she would do it, because she didn’t want to fail. Now that she was given the choice of working independently or alone, Scarlett always chose the first. She wanted her photographs to showcase her talent, to show how she perceived the topic that she was given, and not how other people perceived it. Combined photographs never showed individuality, sure there were quite a few great pictures given, but the credit would never go to the person as an individual, it would go to the entire group and Scarlett didn’t want her credits going to someone else. It would be just a waste of her time and would make her feel bitter, and bitterness was something that she wanted control over.
Her emotions were always hard to control, she felt as if they could burst out of her any moment. Every being had good control over their emotions, some more than others. People could just bottle up their feelings and hide them away, painting a smile on their face and acting as if nothing hurt them. Those were the types of people that Scarlett wanted to be, she didn’t want to be seen as a depressed person who told her entire life story to everyone. She didn’t want to be the type of person who cried over the littlest things because of how sensitive she was. She would rather just stay as she was now, as a fierce, young girl who lived life to have fun. If love and romance played a part in her life, then she was going to make sure that it wouldn’t change her at all, she had seen enough people turn themselves around to mould themselves into what they thought their partner wanted, that wasn’t what love and romance was about though was it? It was loving someone thoroughly even if they had so many flaws in them; it was looking past those flaws and seeing the true being on the inside. That was when lightning struck Scarlett in the form of an idea. She didn’t have to specifically make the photographs and essay about love did she? She could add in beauty to it and talk about perfection and imperfection, couldn’t she? The topic was quite heavy in romance and Scarlett knew that well enough. Smiling, she settled down as comfortable as she could on the bench with a smile.
Taking another bite of her apple happily, she began writing words in the form of notes; she could turn those little words into full length sentences later in the comfort of her own home. As she was writing she could feel a presence near the bench she was sitting at, and looked up, getting ready to greet the person warmly. Her usual smiling face slackened a little as she caught sight of Deimos. Now wasn’t this just perfect? An eyebrow raised as his pencils scattered around the floor, she let out an inaudible sigh and placed her camera gently to the side. She hadn’t thought that he would speak to her at all, maybe just grab his pencils and scatter off but as his greeting came out, she knew he was probably going to stay. Her usual easy going smile had turned thin. “Hey...” Nodding her head at him, she looked around at the scattered pencils. Her feelings towards Deimos weren’t very nice at all, she didn’t hate him; she just disliked him a lot. Her feelings towards him had changed quite a bit from the...love; I guess she could say that she felt for him before.
Getting off of the bench she walked around to his side, picking up a random pencil here and there, at least it would give her something to do instead of having to deal with his words. She almost felt like laughing when he questioned her about how she was. Letting out a scoff, she turned around, putting his pencils on the table instead of handing them to him personally. Sitting back in her original space, she looked at him. “You’re asking me how I am?” Shaking her head a little, she stopped herself; she wasn’t meant to act this horrible was she? She was supposed to be nice, but how could she be nice to a guy who had just ditched her for no reason at all? “I’m good, thanks for asking. How about yourself?” Lowering her gaze, she began to start writing on her paper once more, hoping that her hand would stay still instead of shaking.
tagged// deimos!
word count// 830!
outfit// click!
thoughts// aww, poor dem! she just hates him...for now. ^^
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Post by deimos basileus cosmatos on Oct 26, 2011 14:16:48 GMT -5
you heard that i was trouble ,
BUT YOU COULDN'T RESISTJ U S T T A K E A B I T E L E T M E S H A K E U P Y O U R W O R L D- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Dem had to wonder if one of these days the lines of people, girls mostly, who hated him would grow long enough to come back and bitchslap him in one epic way. So far he knew of at least five girls who would love to get together in a hellish coven and practice voodoo on his poor little self. Oh well… he deserved it and there was no way to go around that. He ditched them and even if he was usually kind and decent about it he never really explained the real reason. His logic said that hiding the truth wasn’t as bad as lying and since he didn’t like to lie, he merely chose to not give the real reasons why he was ditching them. ‘It’s not gonna work’ or ‘We both should be looking at the bigger picture’ were only a couple of phrases he used; there was an entire book written on them. Sometimes they believed them, but most of that trust was lost in the sands of hatred once said girls spotted him with his next conquest. And yet, he continued doing it.
Scarlett was a perfect example. She was a nice girl, beautiful, interesting, sweet, and after a week and a half (which had been a record, mind you), Dem called to meet her up and explain (as much as he could explain) that he felt it wasn’t working. Well of course it couldn’t work if you’re friggin’ gay but anyway… he hurt her and here were the consequences.
To be honest Dem was surprised she didn’t kick or step on his pencils on her way to pick them up. He was actually pretty surprised she even made an attempt to help but wasn’t surprised when he extended his hand for them to hand them over and was left instead in an awkward empty-handed position. Herp a derp~ Pulling his hand back he reached over for the utensils and carefully returned them to the case where they belonged. He would’ve been a very sad panda if Scarlett decided to step on them, not only they were expensive but they were also his working tools and while they weren’t as expensive as a thousand dollars camera or a fine pair of dancing shoes, they certainly were as valuable. “Thanks…” He half said as he tried to focus his eyes on the black colored case. When Scarlett answered his polite question though, he felt a painful sting in his poor heart. He really deserved that and a lot more so no point in saying anything that might only make matters worse. The next sentence didn’t come as the painful bomb Dem was expecting, and he even dared to look up back at Scarlett. Oh well, enough cowardice. “Me? Eh… I’m ok I guess.” He couldn’t exactly go all ‘oh yeah, super duper since I dumped you’ because he wasn’t an asshole and he certainly didn’t want to incur her ire… or more of it at least.
The awkward silence that followed, at least awkward for Deimos, was really painful. He even had to make a mental note on checking out who was using the benches before actually sitting on them. Not often Dem tried to keep things cool with the girls he dumped. He usually let them think whatever they wanted as most of them weren’t in his inner circle of friends. But Scarlett… well he had to see her at school and even if it wasn’t often he still felt that stumbling upon her in the middle of a crowded hallway would be a lot easier if she didn’t have any murderous thoughts. Plus, he felt so bad for the way he treated her. “Uh… ok. I just really want to say this and after I do you can hit me or kick me or just walk away, whatever. I’m really sorry Scarlett. I shouldn’t have treated you the way I did… or at least I should’ve offered some kind of explanation…” His mind wandered away a bit for the last sentence, as he really couldn’t offer a real, truthful explanation to just why he left her like that. Still, his mom taught him that an apology was better than pretending nothing happened, and his mother was usually right.
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Post by scarlett neveah vayro on Oct 26, 2011 15:55:12 GMT -5
The excuses many people gave whenever they broke up with someone was horrible, why couldn’t they just tell a girl that they weren’t feeling the sparks anymore, or that they liked another girl or something like that? The saddest excuse was the oh so cliché, ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ line, that line made Scarlett feel angry, she felt like slapping someone whenever she heard that line because that was a load of bullshit in her opinion. When and if, she ever broke up with someone, she always made sure that she would try and tell the truth, unless it was a real sensitive guy who couldn’t handle what she was going to throw at him, if it was that case she would just tell them that it wasn’t working out between the both of them, which was true otherwise she wouldn’t have thought to break up with him. Not that she ever really got involved in relationships. Her first relationship in a long time was with Dem, she actually thought everything was going fine between the both of them, he was different to most people; sure she knew of his womanising ways; who didn’t know Deimos Cosmatos? But for her, he was a sort of challenge and she actually did think they would end up together, she thought their relationship would have lasted at least more than the week and a half that it did. His explanation, to her, didn’t even sound proper. It was as if he just strung something along together to make sure that she would get the message of him breaking up with her.
It was sort of difficult to control the anger that she felt, but with her teeth gritting together, she did manage to have a sense of it. After all, what was doing something to his beloved pencils compared to the few pounds that she had put on after he had broken up with her? Or the week of crying that she had to put up with? It wasn’t as if he cared, did he? Straightaway, after he had left when revealing what was on his mind, she had actually laughed at the idea of him breaking up, thinking that his words didn’t actually have any effect on her whatsoever, but once she got home it was as if lightning struck her and she went into a sensitive mode. She had sworn after that week to never go for a guy like him, his type were always the worst. Rolling her eyes at his ‘thanks’ she sat back down on the bench, she wanted him to go away but then again she didn’t. They seemed to have a lot to talk about and she wanted more answers, after all when he had broken up with her, he hadn’t given her much explanation at all. She was a broken hearted girl, who was scorned, and she was probably going to stay like that for a few hours or so, because once Scarlett was mad, there really was no stopping her. She didn’t mean to be so scorned; Dem just had that effect on her every time she saw him now. She didn’t even look up as he told her that he was fine, what was the point? She already knew he was because there were far too many girls who went around the Academy talking about him; it was difficult to get away from him.
A long silence followed after he had spoken, she didn’t know what to say and it was obvious he didn’t either; she didn’t care. She’d rather bask in the silence than have to hear about how many girls he had been with, in the last few months. The idea literally burnt her insides but she had to control herself, they weren’t together anymore and he had a right to be with whoever he wanted to be with’ just as she had a right to be with whoever she wanted to be with (thought there was no one actually for her). As his first few rods came out, she raised an eyebrow and looked up, sticking her pencil in her mouth and biting down on the end to stop her from doing anything that could potentially harm Dem. Her first instinct was to laugh; which she did. It wasn’t a long laugh, more so of a chuckle. Taking the pen out of her mouth she looked down at her paper and wrote a few more things. “Yeah, you really should have explained, shouldn’t you? But you didn’t, you just left like a coward and left me thinking that there was something wrong with me. But oh well, what’s done is done, right? I’m far in the past. So how’s your list of girlfriend’s now, hey Dem? How many other hearts have you broken since me?”
tagged// deimos!
word count// 806!
outfit// click!
thoughts// aww, scar has a lot of pent up anger.
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Post by deimos basileus cosmatos on Oct 30, 2011 18:57:24 GMT -5
you heard that i was trouble ,
BUT YOU COULDN'T RESISTJ U S T T A K E A B I T E L E T M E S H A K E U P Y O U R W O R L D- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Each and every word, he deserved them all. Every little dagger that piled up to form the chain of anger that Scarlett was currently whipping him with… he definitely deserved it all. It wasn’t the first time he was on the receiving end of such punishment. If anything it would be at least the tenth. Girls were sensitive, that was almost like a law of nature and the one who said she wasn’t, was probably lying. Sure, some were tougher than others and didn’t let things get to them but in the end there just had to be something that got under their skin. Guys dumping them and treating them like trash usually did the trick, and Dem knew a lot about that. He could pinpoint a couple particularly painful moments in which girls had even sent their angry brothers at him in an attempt to get back at Deimos. Luckily for him, Dem had a good share of friends to back him up. But Scarlett didn’t look like the type to slap him for dumping her, she seemed more like the type to assault him with a barrage of truths and painful statements that made him feel like the dicktard he was.
The reply he got from Scarlett was exactly what he had been expecting but it certainly didn’t make it any less painful. While normally girl’s reclamations and displays of contempt after he dumped them weren’t important or relevant to him, sometimes Dem’s conscience accumulated the guilt and gave him a good beating. This was such a moment. He couldn’t even manage to look at her as she spoke, and she was very right he had behaved like a coward. Taking a deep breath he waited until she was over, his mind staying focused on what she had to say. Ugh, did she really have to be so vicious though? It hurt, it really did. And it’s not like Dem could answer with some type of diplomatic answer because after Scarlett he had dated three more girls and just recently dumped the last one… and Artemis could be included in that list. Oh man… Artemis… why was his life so messed up?? Ohright, because he was a complete idiot.
“Ok, I hurt you I get it.” He didn’t want to turn all defensive and make excuses for what he did, because it wouldn’t be correct. He also didn’t want to drive Scarlett away and keep his conscience at bay by reminding himself that he just apologized. A simple apology wouldn’t do, he didn’t want Scar to keep grudges against him and from the looks of it, she currently was. “But I don’t remember saying anything to make you think there was something wrong with you.” By now Dem decided it would be convenient to turn his eyes back at Scarlett just to prove that he was telling the truth. Dem wasn’t good with lies, everyone could tell when he was lying hence why he made up excuses. Excuses weren’t exactly lies, they were… ways to twist the truth. Coming out and saying something straight like ‘sorry, I have to concentrate in my studies’ or some shit like that. With Dem it was usually ‘sorry, it’s not working’ or ‘sorry, I don’t think it’s the best for us’ which in the end was a half truth. “I wasn’t lying when I said that horrible cliché. What made you think there was something wrong with you anyway?” The slight tint of curiosity was quickly dismissed by a shake of his head and a ‘stupid question, don’t mind it’ hand movement. “Scar you are awesome. I mean, the fact that I can’t seem to be able to handle a relationship for more than a week speaks clearly shows that the one with problems is me, not you.” A counselor wasn’t needed to reach that conclusion, or at least it was pretty obvious to Dem but then again, he knew perfectly fine what the source of his problems were and the main issue was that he was hiding it. Artemis had managed to shed a little light on just how stupid he had been behaving so far; and then Sam… oh he really liked Sam… errr getting off topic here. “I swear Scar, I really am sorry and if you want to hate on me or just ignore me for the rest of your life it’s ok I deserve it. I just really, truly, from the bottom of my heart swear… it’s me not you.” He would’ve thrown himself to her knees and begged for her to believe him but that would’ve been a bit too dramatic. Still, Dem’s face showed truthfulness and regret for playing with Scarlett’s feelings like that. He felt even worse now that she mentioned he made her feel that way. He could just come out and tell her the reason… but… was he really ready for that? He wanted to be… he really wanted.
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Post by scarlett neveah vayro on Oct 31, 2011 12:28:34 GMT -5
Where was this sudden anger coming from? How did she keep this cooped up on the inside? When Deimos had first broken up with her, Scarlett didn’t seem that angry, she didn’t even feel angry so where were all these harsh words coming from? As each sentence left her mouth, her breathing fired up, her eyes slightly widened and her mouth felt dry. She felt horrible when she realised everything that had left from her mouth, when she realised what had been going on in her head. She was never this harsh towards people, she never was this angry and she never wanted to hurt them. But why out of all days, why today was she being this cruel towards Deimos? Maybe it was because he was the first guy whom she thought she could have a long term relationship with, he was someone whom she deemed close in her life and thought who wouldn’t hurt her. Because seriously. Once you got to know him, you did realise that he was a nice guy and that he was friendly and funny. What girl wouldn’t want a boy like that? Maybe she wasn’t being that harsh and maybe she was, did she have a right to shout at him?
Heartbreak was one of the worst things a person could go through in life, why do you think there were so many songs about it? Artists painted their heartbreak out, dancers could dance until they felt numb, singers could write a song, lyrics that would express the way that they felt but Scarlett...? Photography was good for something’s but for heartbreak all she could really take pictures of where people crying, or a broken heart or something, heart break was one of the things she was never really good it because she made sure that she wouldn’t feel it; though she couldn’t stop that happening with Dem could she? It was obvious Dem had moved on, so had Scarlett; she wasn’t the type of girl to wait for a guy and she knew when he had broken up with her that they would never get back together, so she took it on board and began doing what she did best; which was date other guys and have flings and fun with them.
She rolled her eyes at his first response, sighing a little because she knew she had gone just a bit too far. Bur she stayed back, her eyes downwards because she didn’t even feel like looking at him at that point. Anger was still coursing through her body and the adrenaline rush she got from letting all her feelings out; but now that it was slightly decreasing she had never felt worse. “Well you not telling me the exact reason made me think there was something wrong with me. What else should I have thought? You know that I can tell when someone lies to me...I’ve known Anouk for years and I catch her out every time she lies, so why couldn’t you just tell me the truth?” Sighing, she pushed a hand through her hair, her eyes sweeping around the school yard as some people came out and walked around with sketch pads in their hands, others with cameras and others just walking and talking with their friends. Her hand cupped around the back of her neck, rubbing it slightly as she still kept her eyes away from Deimos, she wasn’t ready to face him full on yet. “You weren’t lying?” She raised an eyebrow and looked up at him, wanting to scoff but holding it in; she had had her moment of anger now was the time to try and reach behind it and get the real truth out. “OK, so people only say it’s them when they want to get out of a relationship...I actually thought we were going to be in it for the long run, you seemed to always give that idea and saying that horrible cliché just makes me think you were playing me, so there obviously must have been something wrong with me.” Her tone was calm, serious but calm, she wasn’t going to pounce on him anymore with her vicious words, she was going to try and be nice. A small smile made its way onto her face until she realised that she was supposed to be angry with him and quickly changed it back to stone, she wasn’t going to show him that he was slowly melting her emotions, damn Dem and his ability to charm his way through anything. Looking up she looked at his face for a few seconds, it was obvious now that he was saying the truth that he hadn’t truly meant to hurt her. “Fine...I guess I can’t stay mad at you forever, but you owe me...a real explanation, and none of that cliché bull, something honest and true...oh and you owe me lunch too, I’m hungry.”
tagged// deimos!
word count// 821!
outfit// click!
thoughts// she's slowly melting ^^
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Post by deimos basileus cosmatos on Nov 2, 2011 10:51:57 GMT -5
you heard that i was trouble ,
BUT YOU COULDN'T RESISTJ U S T T A K E A B I T E L E T M E S H A K E U P Y O U R W O R L D- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -This was the last attempt. Dem didn’t like to push people too far, he didn’t like to press buttons like others did and least of all, he didn’t like it when people was upset with him. In the end though, if people wanted to dislike him he wouldn’t go and nag them until they didn’t, because that was plain stupid and counterproductive. If scarlet decided not to forgive him he’d understand, and back off but at least he wanted to say he made an attempt. Once he finished his little explanation he looked back to his lap and waited for the worst. He hadn’t seen Scarlett say something so mean to anyone before, so clearly it meant he was a special case of hate, but he also knew that Scarlett was too nice to actually stay mad at anyone and he was trying to appeal to that side. And hey! Apparently it was working. A sneak peak to her face showed him that small smile she tried to conceal and a similar one appeared on his features. He didn’t want to appear as a victorious bastard though, so he quickly looked back down and returned to the serious face just like she had done. Ok, so he wasn’t getting kicked out and Scarlett wasn’t gathering a mob of friends to beat him up. It could definitely count as a point in his favor.
Squinting and letting out a barely audible hiss Dem hugged his drawing tools against his chest and turned to Scarlett once again. “Yeah… I’m really bad with that ‘telling the exact reason’ thing… I’ve really had problems with that before.” Every girl wanted a good explanation as to why he was ditching them, and obviously Dem could never offer a good one. Being evasive was usually taken as being a liar by almost everyone but Dem had his very good reasons to do so.
The real declaration of victory came in the form of a happy smile once Scarlett said she couldn’t stay mad at him forever. “Of course you can’t. You’re too nice for that.” He chuckled but let his smile slip off for a brief second once she demanded a real explanation. “I guess I owe you huh? Both the lunch and the explanation…” His mind trailed off, not to the lunch because her questioning managed to squeeze his guts in such a way that he wasn’t even hungry anymore. Of course he had been demanded an explanation before, but Dem never really thought he owed one to any; Scarlett was the exception. Damn her and her niceness! Of course there was a lot of things Dem could say to get away of this situation, but just like Scar said before, she knew when he was lying and he didn’t want to ruin the relatively good fresh start he just got with her. “Do you… want an explanation now… or we can like… uh… do something else…” His eyes were wandering here and there, and he was again evading things. As soon as he noticed what the hell was coming out of his lips he shook his head, dismissing the thoughts and just decided to be honest with her. “Ugh, ignore that. I’m gonna tell you.” Because he didn’t need to be stupid and ruin it all over again.
“Ok so…” He started, finding it harder to start than anything else. His uneasiness was evident in his diverting eyes and his hand which busily played with one of the pencils. “Uh… you know… Sam? Dancer… the one with the mad parties?” People said the hardest part of anything was the beginning; well Dem just started talking and it didn’t seem any easier now that he continued. “Well… uh we… you know… and I… and well I think I kinda… oh my god how do I say this?” His hands which had dropped the pencil in order to try to explain exactly what he and Sam had with body language went to cover his face to hide a visible and annoying red tint that was very uncharacteristic for Deimos. “I wasn’t cheating on you, I swear! It happened after I broke up with you but what I’m trying to say is that I’m… ah…” The following words could barely be heard as they were a series of curses in his native language. “I really like Sam, that’s what I’m trying to say.” It was really sad that he couldn’t even have the balls to say that he was gay out loud. It didn’t justify his behavior and it didn’t make it any better that he played with girls a lot but in a way it could serve as an explanation to why he did what he did.
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Post by scarlett neveah vayro on Nov 4, 2011 17:49:42 GMT -5
Scarlett was not a mean person and with the way Dem was talking to her, it was obvious that she would give in at anytime, after all he did seem genuinely sorry about what had happened and he was making the effort to salvage the friendship between the both of them, so why shouldn’t she? She didn’t want to be the bitch in the friendship, it would just make people dislike her and even though Scarlett didn’t care much about what people thought of her, she did care about what her close friends thought of her. She knew that Anouk knew Dem and they were quite good friends, she didn’t want to seem like a bitch, so the best thing would be to salvage what was remaining, to lock up her emotions and then throw it to the back of her mind like she did with most of her relationships; that was the only way to get forward in life for her. She did notice the smile on his face and rolled her eyes at it because it was so obvious that he thought he was being let off so easy, but he wasn’t and she smirked to herself as she knew he would definitely give her the real explanation; sooner or later.
Raising an eyebrow, something which she did very often, she leaned back a little, being careful not to lean all the way because she wasn’t sitting on a chair, she was sitting on a bench and it had no backboard for her to lean against; she had embarrassed herself many a times just by doing that. “I know you are but I’m pretty sure you can tell me.” Leaning forward, she placed he elbow on the bench table and rested her head against the palm of her hand. Sighing, she just simple smiled at him. “I am and I deserve quite a lot.” Letting out a little laugh, she stopped herself and looked at him, nodding his head, urging him with her eyes to carry on because she was tired of so many secrets. All her friends were keeping things from her, and sure Scarlett wasn’t all too great with secrets, but come on, she could keep at least a few! It was slightly amusing yet slightly hurtful to see that people didn’t think they could trust her, she was pretty sure that they could because she was always trying her best, she was a nice person; she knew it and a lot of people did too…they just didn’t trust her much when it came to big things. It was upsetting.
Sighing with impatience, she rolled her eyes, dragging her head out of her hand and sitting up straight, raising an eyebrow as if Dem was stupid. She wanted the explanation now, she had been waiting for months for it, and now was the limit, and she wanted to know now. Smiling when he pushed his own idea aside and told her that he would rather just tell her, she nodded her head and leaned forwards, her hands placed in front of her side by side as she looked at him with a small smile. She could tell that he was nervous about what he wanted to say because he was stuttering over his words, now normally Dem was a confident boy, so this must have been something big if he stuttered after every few words. She nodded her head as he began and by the end, she just raised an eyebrow. “I had a feeling you were gay…OK, I knew you were gay…because you dated Artemis right? And don’t worry, I know you’re an asshole but you’d never be a cheater, I didn’t think you’d ever cheat on me.” Smiling softly, the news finally absorbed into her porous brain and her eyes widened. “Wait a minute, please tell me I didn’t turn you gay, I’m not that ugly am I? I mean I know I’m not a looker like most girls here, but I didn’t think I’d ever turn a guy gay!”
tagged// deimos!
word count// 676!
outfit// click!
thoughts// i see ^^ scar is horrified xD
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Post by deimos basileus cosmatos on Nov 22, 2011 16:34:30 GMT -5
you heard that i was trouble ,
BUT YOU COULDN'T RESISTJ U S T T A K E A B I T E L E T M E S H A K E U P Y O U R W O R L D- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Well that felt… oddly good… as if a weight had been kicked out of his back. Sure, he wasn’t coming out to his parents and breaking their hearts by filling them in the fact that they wouldn’t get a heir from their precious Deimos anytime soon. They would have to rely on Phobos for that, and even then Dem wasn’t all too sure his brother was willing to give the family what they wanted. But still, being able to say it aloud, or sort of say it aloud, was good. It was refreshing, it was liberating and now all he had to do was take the next step and let the world know. Wait, no… the mere thought made Dem pale up a little and he had to quickly dismiss the idea. He wasn’t ready for that yet. Hell, he wasn’t even ready to spill it to Scar but he had to do it in order to salvage their friendship. Well that raised the count of people who knew his real sexuality to… three, four if he counted himself. But yeah… it felt good.
“Yeah well Artemis… I honestly thought he was a chick at first and when I noticed he was a guy well… it was pretty much a ‘why the fuck not’ moment.” Dem shrugged and looked away. He blurted out one confession already, he wasn’t about to say that Artemis had been actually the first guy he had ever been with and he enjoyed it ten more times than he did with any other chick. Scarlett didn’t need to know that, not after he just said. This brought another interesting thing for Dem to ponder about: if Scar thought he was gay because he went out with Artemis, there were probably others who thought the same thing. The thought made him pale again. It was ridiculous how afraid he was of people finding out who he really was when there were other people shouting it around, like Cass, or Sam. They didn’t seem to mind the fact that people knew they went for guys, and even Artemis! He felt like such a coward next to them.
Dem’s mind got lost in the midst of ‘what ifs’ for a moment until Scar’s comment made him snap out of it. “Wait what?” He blinked in confusion, not quite getting what Scarlett was saying until she finished her little panic fit. “What? Scarlet!” he exclaimed, trying to get her attention now that a frown had finished forming in his features. “Do all girls do that? Like… blaming everything on themselves? Is it like a girl thing or something?” Dem asked more to himself than to Scar, slightly annoyed at her way of thinking. “What part of ‘you’re awesome’ you didn’t get? Seriously… I mean I liked guys even before I came to Paris. It’s not like a girl can be so bad that she turns a guy gay. And even if some girl was so horrible or so mean or so utterly bad in bed to do so, you’re not that girl Scar.” Dem tilted his head, trying to look at Scar’s eyes in a reassuring way. That had to be one of the most ridiculous things he had ever heard… girls turning guys gay… but well he guessed the way he came out about it to Scar could make her think that way… somehow. “I swear it’s not you, and there’s nothing wrong with you. I really like you, I mean you’re fun and sweet and I loved it when we went out to take photographs, even if mine ended up being a complete fail. I’m sure you’ll find someone, it just wasn’t me.” Dem couldn’t help but shrug at the thought. It was a bit sad to think about it, that Dem couldn’t be the one for Scar and that in the end he hurt her like that. “I’m pretty sure girls like you don’t end up alone Scar. Not only because you really ARE amazing and beautiful, but also because you’re an awesome person. Awesome enough to forgive an asshole like me, right?” He grinned in a playful way, hoping his words and some of his charm would still be able to get to Scar and make her forgive him. He missed having her as a friend after all.
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Post by scarlett neveah vayro on Nov 28, 2011 19:01:08 GMT -5
It was weird to think of Deimos as playing for the other team, the guy who literally flirted with every girl that came his way, had so many girlfriends, or flings, or whatever he wanted to call them with so many people…it was just bizarre seeing him in that light. But it wasn’t freak out worthy, it something that she could actually get used to. There really wasn’t anything wrong with gay people and there wouldn’t be anything wrong with Deimos, he would still be the guy that she knew but the only difference would be that he played for the other team and that was it. Her friends were her friends, she wouldn’t just let them go in anyway and get hurt, she loved them to bits and would always just be there for them because that was what a friend was for.
Smiling, she nodded her head at his explanation. “I know everyone sees Artemis as a girl, he’s a lovely guy though. But nice on the ‘why the fuck not’ moment, nice indeed.” She didn’t know what to think anymore, her thoughts were slightly incoherent and she wanted to leave them that way because if she spoke more she was sure her mind would start to hurt. Though she did begin to wonder if Deimos had ever been with a guy before Artemis or was it his first time. She didn’t want to ask him though in case it was a bit too personal, though they were quite good friends it would be weird to ask him just in case he thought she was prying a tad too much. She was known for prying a bit and she didn’t want to lose Dem as a friend because of her annoying ways, a lot of people disliked her because of that and because Dem was a good friend it would hurt to lose him even though she had been angry with him just a few moments ago. She guessed that she probably couldn’t stay all too mad at the guy; he had let her down as gently as he could and she would just have to deal with it.
Looking down, she began to play with her fingers nervously and with a little bit of sadness. Maybe she had been so weird and freaky that he just turned, was she that horrible? Even more horrible thoughts ran through her head, she didn’t like being so freaked out like this but she couldn’t help it. Jumping a little at her name, she looked up at him, still not being able to meet eyes with him because she just felt awkward now. Shrugging her shoulders, she let out an inaudible sigh. “I don’t know, but I know that I do it a lot.” Rolling her eyes, she let a semi smile flit across her lips before they thinned once more. She knew Dem was trying to reassure her, so putting on a brave face she looked at him, putting her chin onto the palm of her hand and keeping her head upright as she watched him speak. At his last words she couldn’t help but to smile, how could she not when he spoke so much just to reassure her as best as he could? “I guess you’re right. So you liked boys before Paris huh? Cute, who was your first crush huh? And I guess you’re right, you just don’t have the levels of awesomeness that I need in my life so I’ll find someone else.” Raising her eyebrows, she let out another smile. She actually wasn’t pretty sure about finding a guy now, everyone just saw her as a fling and that was because she allowed them to think like that but she would have loved the attention of a guy and a long term commitment; she would just have to wait it seemed. “Thanks for the compliments by the way, a girl does need those from time to time to boost up her ego and you’ve just boosted up mine entirely. And yes, I’ve forgiven you, though you still owe me lunch. And remember…I eat lots.”
tagged// deimos!
word count// 689!
outfit// click!
thoughts// aww he's adorable^^
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