*- W E Used T O Have T H I S Figured O U T [ANGEL]

[SEYTON MALCOLM GREYBACK]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #457371 solid; border-bottom: 10px #457371 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 1189 ( SEYGEL ) TAGGED ( STATUS ) DONE seyton had completely lost track of time. he figured it had been about noon when he’d started to agonize over the decision he knew he had to make, whether he feared the consequences or not, but since then… he didn’t know what time it was, and was rather thankful that there were no clocks in this room to help him tell. in fact, there wasn’t a clock in this entire house. he wasn’t at his ‘home’ at hogwarts. if the students had a christmas break, he could take a bit of one for himself. however, his break lasted about two days. well, one really. as long as there were students at the school there were bound to be spells backfired and potions gone wrong and duels, so all of the healers couldn’t disappear for the entire christmas break, but seyton had managed to secure himself the first day and a half or so off. after his shift had ended on the twenty-second, as so many students were piling onto the train to head back to their families for the break, he’d gone into hogsmeade and apparated to his house. yeah. the guy had an actual house. not that it was really that important… his home was hogwarts for ten out of twelve months per year, but his little house was always there when he needed it. it had no form of time-telling with it, other than the watch he generally carried in his pocket wherever it went, because he felt he worried about time enough at hogwarts. when he was here he should be able to relax, right? that theory worked well most of the time, when he could actually be relaxed and little things like wondering the time wouldn’t irk the hell out of him. he wasn’t really sure why it was bugging him so much now. maybe christmas just triggered unhappy memories in his brain? the ones that had formerly been so gleeful had been completely ruined a long time ago… and he’d thought he’d become numb to the sting of remembering the happy christmas he had spent with angel in the year they were dating. it was probably actually seeing her again that was making him so restless this christmas- unable to sit still or calm down or do anything but pace back and forth across his bedroom floor, staring first out at the fresh, fluffy flakes of snow that fell outside his window and then at the blank white wall of his room. This was driving him insane. He couldn’t stop thinking, and the more he thought the angrier and tenser he became… he was due back at the school in about twenty-four hours, and sey had a sneaking suspicion that at this rate he would be pacing until the last possible second to leave the front door and apparate back to hogsmeade. just talk to her! an annoying little voice in his head urged, as it had done many times since he’d started to pace. you’ve got no excuse not to. and it was right. he had nowhere to be, and nothing to do. jasper was really the only person in his family he’d enjoy spending a holiday with, echo being shut up with her grandparents for the holidays as normal, so all he’d be doing for the next day would be sitting around his house probably pouring over a few healing journals (didn’t that make him sound un-pathetic)… it wasn’t like he had a job to do… nothing was preventing him from going to talk to her. nothing but himself, that was. this was driving him insane… sey took a turn in the middle of his normal pacing path, making a ninety degree angle towards the door. screw it. one way or another, he needed to get things off of his mind so that he could actually relax. an ex and her ideas of him could not interfere with his work at the school, and at this rate he was actually starting to worry they would. yeah, drama, he was good at creating it in his mind. since the idea had popped in his head, actually quite a while ago towards the beginning of December, he’d known where she lived. that made him sound rather stalkerish, but… no, there really wasn’t much of an excuse there. he’d been curious what had gone on in her life and where she’d ended up after they parted ways (you know, other than the whole ‘superstar quidditch player’ thing) and through the proper people he’d come up with an address where she apparently lived with one of her teammates. before what he was doing had really had time to pass through his mind, he was two houses down from the address of his ex, standing by a nice white picket fence that enclosed the yard of one of her neighbours. judging from the brilliant orangey colors in the sky it was nearly evening, as the sun was setting... yeah, he'd definitely been pacing for a long time. seyton was already cursing his decision. there was really no going back now, he’d come this far so he might as well take the extra few steps to her front door. maybe she wouldn’t even be home. yeah, that might actually be okay… he couldn’t say he didn’t try, right? the walk to the front door seemed to take forever, but eventually it was before the healer and all procrastination couldn’t be dragged on any further, so he rang the doorbell and waited for all hell to break loose in his life again. sorry for the 'meh' quality. < 3

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by maroon 5

[GEORGINA ANGEL HARPER]

It always felt lonely without Sammy around, but then again Georgina was used to Sammy going over to her family’s house a lot. The two of them got this house together because they wanted to be independent, but often Georgina thought that Sammy used the house as more of a place to stash her stuff. But that was because Sammy was close with her family. Georgina was close with hers as well, but probably not as close as Sammy was. Besides, Georgina really didn’t want to hear her brother Adam go on and on about the Holyhead Harpies like he was their coach or something. The Holyhead Harpies didn’t need a coach, but she knew that it was only because Adam really wanted to see her and her team get the Quidditch World Cup in the upcoming Summer. She loved her brother to pieces, but he did get annoying at times.

So what was Georgina doing in a huge empty house? Well baking of course! She loved to bake all sorts of pies for her family when it was time to go to her parents for Christmas Day. But she knew it was always best too cook them ahead of time; it was much easier than cooking the day before right? So there the young Quidditch Captain was whistling away as she finished pouring her pie mixtures into the pie crust. She knew many other witches and wizards didn’t understand it, but she loved to do this by hand no magic involved. And then just as she put the a couple of the pies in their oven she heard the doorbell ring. “Now who would be at the door at this time?

[/color]” she asked herself curiously as she closed the oven and then sat the timer.

With her apron still on, and dressed in a pair of jeans and a red sweater, she headed on over to the door as she wiped her hand off on her apron. Her long chocolate brown hair was pulled up into a messy bun in the back of her head so that it wouldn’t have gotten in the way while she was cooking.

When she got over to the door she peered out of the peep hole and almost jumped back ten feet when she realized who it was. Seyton Greyback was at her house. But why and how? Why would he come to her place and how in the world did he know where she lived? But then again, it probably wasn’t that hard to figure out where she lived since Sammy tended to host parties at their place and many people were invited and often people they didn’t even know would show up at the house. So perhaps one of those people happened to tell him.

Part of her wanted to pretend that she wasn’t home and hoped that he would go away, but then there was that conversation she had with, well Seyton’s younger brother that kept nagging at her in the back of her mind. She knew it would be rude to just ignore him; maybe she’d listen to him. Yeah she could give him five minutes to tell her what he wanted to say and then she’d asked him to promply leave. That seemed like a perfect plan right? Though little did she know it wouldn’t go the way she planned as she slowly opened the door to reveal the very guy she had tried to push out of her life so long ago.

“I’ll give you five minutes,[/color]” she said a bit sternly. She stood there, arms a bit crossed as she looked at him. Five minutes should be good enough for him right?
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[SEYTON MALCOLM GREYBACK]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #457371 solid; border-bottom: 10px #457371 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 1189 ( SEYGEL ) TAGGED ( STATUS ) DONE in a sick sort of way it was almost funny... it seemed that sey's mind had had time to go through every little scenario and detail of this, envisioning a million little outcomes, except for what he was going to say. this was the big issue... and you'd think that the idiot who'd been so hung up on his ex for so long, obsessing over an incident seven years previous, would know exactly what he wanted to say to try and solve the whole situation, right? he should have had an entire speech planned out, the words flawlessly passing from his tongue to her ears like hypnosis or something that would make her have to forgive him. have to let him back into her life, even as just another friend. the words he needed should just flow out of his mouth, as natural as breathing... except he didn't, and they wouldn't. “i'll give you five minutes,” sey found himself nodding, letting out a soft sigh of relief, hands rigid at his side. "that's... that's enough. thanks." and then he wasted precious seconds just blinking, eyes darting around a bit. it was too awkward to look at her face like some creepy stalker, even though the pattern his gaze took always came back to her eventually. he was painfully aware that this was the closest he'd been to her, knowing who she was, since she had been lying in the hospital bed in a coma. the closeness, panic, and basically everything about the situation was doing an excellent job of distracting the nurse from finally getting his mouth to move and speak. "you hate me," he found himself stating, surprised how easily the thought was said aloud. every word that came out after that, though, was much harder to form on his lips. he kind of wanted to just bolt and not say anything else, but that would make this entire trip pointless... even if he ended up rambling and making a complete fool of himself, no one could say he didn't try, right? "and... and i don't blame you." how could he when he pretty much hated himself some days, too? "but... it drives me insane that you could think that i'm like him in that way. i never wanted him to hurt you, angel. i never wanted to hurt you. i swear to god i'm not like him. i don't see him anymore. i don't talk to him. i am not and will never be like fenrir, angel. you've got to believe me." ugh... he probably seemed like such a whiny little brat. he was so stupid, coming here as though it could fix the past seven years... he should have stayed home and, at the very least, have thought about exactly what he was going to say and how he was going to word it so that a bucket of word vomit didn't pour out of his mouth as it was now. "when... when you were in the hospital, i was beyond terrified that you'd never wake up, angel. you have no idea how much i hate that man, for what he's done to you and to my little siblings and for everything else he's ever done. i know that nothing i do can make it up to you, but... i don't know, i just needed to explain. i couldn't leave things between us the way they were. well, i could, but then i saw you again in the trophy room and..." he cut himself off. what else more was there that he could say? nothing. the door would be slammed in his face at any second, but as he'd noted fifty different times in the last five minutes, no one would ever be able to claim that he didn't try. the werewolf found himself starting to turn away to walk away from her front door and quickly apparate back home, or back to the school. "i'll leave you alone now. i just... i just needed you to know." lololol, sey, such a dramatic emo guy... he needs to snap out of it soon. xD

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by maroon 5

[GEORGINA ANGEL HARPER]

The words from Seyton’s mouth came out quite quickly. Georgina had a good feeling that she knew why he was going to say, she knew in some ways he was right, but perhaps he should put himself in her shoes. All excited to meet his father only to be attacked as soon as the word ‘muggleborn’ came out of their mouths. How could she not assume he would end up like him? Back then he had looked up to his father and talked a lot about him. How he felt about his father now, she never really knew how he felt about Fenrir now, all she knew is she didn’t want to see that man’s face again, it terrified her to even think of him. “What did you expect me to think after how much went on about how great he was and how much you liked to be around him? To have the word muggleborn come out of our mouths and for him to just spring up and attack me. How could I not think that you may turn to be that way one day? After all the idolizing I heard from you?

[/color]” she started off, yes she was still a bit pissed from what happened that day, she was still angry at Seyton, but could she blame herself? Partly, yes.

Georgina had been blaming herself for all those years for being afraid to give him a chance to explain. For trying to avoid him and thinking that all she had to do was forget and move on. All those years she kept remembering at the wrong times, and yet it seemed that perhaps the only reason why is because she felt guilty for not listening to him or really saying how she felt. “Seyton I was scared when I woke up. I honestly thought I never would recover…[/color]” she started after drawing in a long breath. “I was scared you wouldn’t accept me anymore because your father didn’t accept me. I was scared that he would come after the both of us if I stayed with you.[/color]” she stopped, not really knowing what else at the moment that she should say. She stood there, trying not to look in his all so inviting eyes. She knew that if she did she would break down instantly and probably wouldn’t get back up. What was she to do? He showed up on her doorstep not too long before Christmas, how else was she supposed to react?
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[SEYTON MALCOLM GREYBACK]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #457371 solid; border-bottom: 10px #457371 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 1189 ( SEYGEL ) TAGGED ( STATUS ) DONE coming here had been a stupid idea... saying his side of things changed nothing. what had happened had happened, and the fact still remained that seyton had dragged his girlfriend into danger. she had every damned right to despise him, to curse his name and hex him as his back was turned to leave. he should have stayed home in his room, pacing if he had to, and left her alone rather than making the journey to her house (which probably made him seem like a goddamned stalker), and torturing himself with the sight of his ex once more. seeing her just dragged up unwanted memories that were best left fading and forgotten. why remember how happy she made him when that'd never happen again? why get fresh reminders of what an amazing girl she was when it didn't make a goddamn difference anymore? it just wasn't worth it. it was best to forget and move on, or at least try to once more. but just was the nurse was about to quicken his pace, get far away from the house, and apparate away, she spoke again. “What did you expect me to think after how much went on about how great he was and how much you liked to be around him?" slowly the werewolf turned back towards her, erasing the steps he'd taken away but going no further near her. he'd been a kid! just a stupid boy... and at the time he'd still considered fenrir his father, and had been under the impression that that made the man flawless. every teenager went through such a stage, didn't they? no one wanted to believe that their parents, their idols as they grew up, were not perfect. it shattered the illusions of childhood. seyton had been no different at the time. "To have the word muggleborn come out of our mouths and for him to just spring up and attack me. How could I not think that you may turn to be that way one day? After all the idolizing I heard from you?" he couldn't help it, he cringed at the image that came up- no, it wasn't an image, it was a memory. his father so furious, angel so terrified, and sey unable to move, completely frozen for reasons he still couldn't understand or justify today. "he was my dad angel. he was the only blood family i'd had- or known of, at the time. yeah, i worshipped him, but... i don't know, i can't explain it. when you were younger, didn't you have times of thinking your parents could do no wrong? but you knew me... i wasn't all like fenrir. you should have known that, angel..." but he still couldn't blame her... you always assumed the worst when something bad happened, didn't you? paranoias fed on your fears, made you think the worst... that she would think that did hurt, but no, he definitely could not blame her. “Seyton I was scared when I woke up. I honestly thought I never would recover…” her and himself both... agony was too nice a word to describe those weeks at her bedside, hearing the healers tell him and her family that it was questionable if she would ever wake up, that perhaps the best option would be to let her rest in peace so that the bed could be used by a patient more in need... “I was scared you wouldn’t accept me anymore because your father didn’t accept me. I was scared that he would come after the both of us if I stayed with you." "how could you-" sey found himself stuttering out before he could stop to think. "angel, i- i was lots of things when it came to fenrir, stupid being at the top of the list, but i was never like him in that way. i never gave a shit about my father's blood purism. i didn't even realized that it was so strong until- until the attack. and then... once it happened it did everything to make me not like him. i even tried to attack him, angel. ended up getting the crap beaten out of me, but i tried... but when you were in the hospital wing i wasn't thinking about myself and my safety at all. i was just thinking about you. i know that i can't ask you to forgive me, but..." he was just running around in circles now, his thoughts following the same old path that always ended with the same sentence. "i miss you." sorry for the 'meh' quality. < 3

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by maroon 5

[GEORGINA ANGEL HARPER]

“he was my dad angel. he was the only blood family i'd had- or known of, at the time. yeah, i worshipped him, but... i don't know, i can't explain it. when you were younger, didn't you have times of thinking your parents could do no wrong? but you knew me... i wasn't all like fenrir. you should have known that, angel...” Angel knew exactly what he meant, but she was young too, so of course she would think drastically. It was just an event she wished would never had happened. One of those many times she wished she had a time turner where she could go back in time and prevent herself from ever meeting his father. But she knew the ministry would never give her a time turner for that particular reason, it would’ve been just absurd in their minds, not matter how much she thought otherwise.

“how could you- angel, i- i was lots of things when it came to fenrir, stupid being at the top of the list, but i was never like him in that way. i never gave a shit about my father's blood purism. i didn't even realized that it was so strong until- until the attack. and then... once it happened it did everything to make me not like him. i even tried to attack him, angel. ended up getting the crap beaten out of me, but i tried... but when you were in the hospital wing i wasn't thinking about myself and my safety at all. i was just thinking about you. i know that i can't ask you to forgive me, but...” She knew that he never gave a thought about blood purisim she knew that he was not like that. She had always known but yet part of her was scared that Fenrir would force it on him, especially after the way she saw Fenrir for the first time. Then there was always the saying that went around that you grew up to be your parents, she knew it wasn’t always true, but she was scared that day and only thought of the worse and nothing else. She hadn’t seen Seyton attack Fenrir, she figured if he had it was probably after she had been knocked out cold. Just as she was while up at the St. Mungo’s, so how could she have known he was there the whole time?

She didn’t really know how to respond now, she honestly never thought that this day would actually come so she never really thought out what she would actually say to him when he did all of the sudden show up out of nowhere. And then he said something that completely caught her off guard, something she never expected to hear come out of his mouth. “I miss you”. She stood there, probably looking like an idiot as she looked at him. He missed her, that was just what he had said and he even looked like he missed her. “I- I-

[/color]” did she miss him as well? Her mind told her that she should say no, but her instinct knew the truth. I miss you too…[/color]” she whispered quietly.
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[SEYTON MALCOLM GREYBACK]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #457371 solid; border-bottom: 10px #457371 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 1189 ( SEYGEL ) TAGGED ( STATUS ) DONE the silence made him uneasy… why couldn’t she say something? why couldn’t she nod, or shake her head, or do something to give him a bit of insight to what was in her mind? he couldn’t read her thoughts (okay, technically he could, but he wasn’t going to invade her privacy… he didn’t think that would give him any brownie points in her books), though he was usually pretty good at realizing what others were thinking he was just so confused when it came to angel… he didn’t want to assume she was believing him because, when it turned out that she didn’t, he’d just get a huge disappointment that would crush him once more. he needed some way to tell what was going on in her mind, and to know for sure, not just hopeful assumptions. but she gave him nothing. as he spoke she was silent, still, and he found that he couldn’t even keep eye contact for long enough to notice if she were looking at him or not. when the hell did life have to get so fucked up? he was telling the truth. he did miss her. he missed holding her in his arms. he missed the way her hand had fit into his so perfectly as they’d walked through the halls in their free time. he missed sitting next to her in the classes they’d shared in their final year of schooling. he missed grinning at her when the professors stumbled over words. he missed ‘forgetting’ his text book so that they would be forced to lean over the same one, and shyly shifting over in his seat closer and closer to her so that he could hold her hand again. he missed their study sessions in the library. he missed the friendly taunts on the quidditch pitch whenever their teams faced each other and- hell, he just missed every last moment with her. if he could go back in time and reverse the damage his childish stupidity had caused he’d do it in a heartbeat and not give a damn about the consequences to the present that the little change would cause. as long as she was okay… but he couldn’t. what was done was done, and no amount of magic or wishing otherwise would give him the ability to go back in time and fix his mistakes. he knew that wouldn’t stop him from looking back to the past, but… how much easier everything would be if he could time travel. he was, admittedly, completely selfish that he would use the ability, if he'd possessed it, for something like a teenage romance, but angel had never just been a teenage fling to him. that was kind of obvious by the fact that he'd tormented himself with what had happened to her for nearly seven years. somehow he couldn't put a name to exactly what she was to him, but she was not just this little teenage phase in the back of his brain. a teenage phase would have been long forgotten, or shoved aside for what his father wanted, and seyton had done neither. “I- I-I miss you too…” the words were uttered so quietly that for a moment seyton had to second guess his hearing. surely he’d been mistaken… she hated him. she had no reason to miss him, but she had every reason to want him out of her life, but... she didn't. those simple four words made a world of a difference to the nurse. later he would not be able to explain his actions for the life of him, but at the moment kissing her seemed the logical thing to do... and so it was exactly what he did, closing the distance between them, and pressing his lips against hers for the first time in years. sorry for the 'meh' quality. < 3

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by maroon 5

[GEORGINA ANGEL HARPER]

They were both just standing there, looking at each other not a word was coming out of their mouths, it was as if they were frozen in time. Did she just put him into shock just by saying she missed him too? She wasn’t sure, but she knew it was making her heart beat faster just standing there staring at each other with a spoon held to her side and flour down her apron. She felt like she looked like an idiot and then the next thing she knew she was dropping the spoon, but she didn’t even hear it hit the ground, nor did she even wonder if it actually did, because now Seyton had her in his arms and his soft lips that she remembered so clearly from seven years ago, were now on her lips.

And then the world froze yet again as Georgina’s eyes opened in shock. Was this really happening? Or would she be waking up from a dream any moment now? No, it felt too real to be a dream, so obviously it was real right? A deep crimson blush formed across her cheeks before she closed her eyes and without thinking, she kissed him back as well. Her arms wrapped around his tall slender body, just as they always did those years ago and she was lost in the heat of the moment forgetting the world behind her, and the pies that were supposed to be going into the oven. Nothing else seemed to matter now, and they were the only two in the world.

It was as if she was going through a whirlwind of emotions. All the anger she had for him before had just left her and the feeling she had for him seven years ago came back as the kiss lasted even longer. Why had she been trying to keep these feeling buried inside of her for so many years? Why did she have to be scared and try to completely forget what this felt like? All she felt at that moment was that she never wanted him to let go again. And then she pulled away, yet it took every ounce of her energy to do so. “Seyton…

[/color]” she started not really knowing what else to say. Part of her wanted to go back and kiss his lips again, yet part of her was asking her what the hell was she doing.

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[SEYTON MALCOLM GREYBACK]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #457371 solid; border-bottom: 10px #457371 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 1189 ( SEYGEL ) TAGGED ( STATUS ) DONE in his list of tens and tens of things that he had missed about the beautiful brunette in the last six and a half years, had he mentioned kissing her? he should have, because it definitely topped the list. actually, if the list was earth, kissing her would be out of its atmosphere or, more cheesily, out of this world. maybe he'd just neglected to mention it because it was so tied into everything else he missed about her, and might hurt too much to think about? anyways, he was in no hurry to break off the contact, arms wrapped around her thin frame, pulling her closer towards him. screw fenrir. screw what had happened and all of the years in between. screw the fear and the hatred and the distance. all of that had been wrong. this was the one thing that had happened to them in far too long that was actually right. he didn't want the kiss to end. he would be quite happy just staying here forever with her in his arms, uncaring of the rest of the world and all of the issues that lay beyond their embrace. in the back of his brain there was a little voice saying that, at any moment, her arm would raise up and slap the hell out of him and he would be left with a stinging cheek alone in the cold, or perhaps running away with curses flying at him from behind. she would see sense and realize that she was kissing he guy she'd spent quite a long time hating and fearing. no sane woman would continue to kiss a man they felt that way towards. unless something he'd said had gotten through to her, or she didn't really hate him at all... either way, this couldn't last forever, however much he wanted to drag it out until his lips ached, and the point was made as his ex-girlfriend pulled her face away from his, though his hands around her kept their bodies closer together. “Seyton…” no. he didn't want to hear that from her. it didn't seem like she was about to slap him, but he didn't want to hear her say that he should leave, that this wasn't right, that things long ago had decided that there was no way in hell that they should be together, because he strongly disagreed. angling his head downwards so that he could look into her beautiful brown eyes. "shhh," he muttered softly, pressing his lips to hers again. now would be the time for her to slap her, but he didn't feel any sting on the side of his cheeks. he increased the force of the kiss, slowly pushing her back into her house and unwinding one of his arms from her waist to pull the door shut behind them, not breaking the contact between them or looking away from her for one second to look around the house he'd never been in before. later he would question what possessed him to make him so bold, but nothing else really mattered at the moment to him but her. he broke the kiss just to lean down and position his arms, picking her up in one smooth motion. the strength that came from werewolf genes was pretty useful, sometimes, and without really thinking about it set for a staircase leading upstairs. at the end of the hall above he cracked a small grin, seeing the room that could only belong to his ex, awash in yellow and quidditch related things. he set her down in the room, immediately kissing her again. the odds of him getting tired of it soon were minuscule. lololol, terrible post, but...

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by maroon 5

[GEORGINA ANGEL HARPER]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, border-left: #3A4748 8px solid; border-right: #839175 2px dashed; background: #d8d8d8; padding-top: 16px; padding-right: 16px; padding-left: 16px; padding-bottom: 12px; -moz-border-radius: 10px; width: 368px;] All the pain I thought I knew All the thoughts lead back to you, Back to what was never said, Back and forth inside my head, I can't handle this confusion, I'm unable; come and take me away - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It didn’t matter if Georgina knew what she was going to say, because the next thing she knew Seyton’s lips were on hers once more and he was pushing her backwards. Wait… pushing her backwards to where? She didn’t really know as her head was now spinning with a mix of emotions. Her ex for seven years was now kissing her again, how could one not be in a blur of emotions? Then she realized that they were going up the stairs as he scooped her up into his arms. It had been a long time since he had held her like this, and really she didn’t want him to let go, maybe today she shouldn’t think… She should just go with the flow. And the flow took her up to her room, oh goodness it probably looked like a mess, what would he think? Well it was too late for that now, but why was she even worried about her room being a mess? It wasn’t like she planned to be up in her room with Seyton, it was just happening. Now the two of them were kissing in her room, he had sat her down and instantly her arms had wrapped back around him. Did she really miss him this much? It seemed to be that way and then there was the fact that they were slowly inching towards her bed. Wait… she told herself that she need to stop thinking and that was just what she needed to do… perhaps she needed this, to be reminded of what it was like to be loved and kissed by Seyton… tag: seyton notes: a bit short sorry! template by eliza @ shadowplay

[SEYTON MALCOLM GREYBACK]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #457371 solid; border-bottom: 10px #457371 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 627 ( SEYGEL ) TAGGED ( STATUS ) DONE seyton never slept peacefully. rarely. never. any of those. he tossed and turned at nights, had to get up and walk around to even feel slightly tired again, was constantly restless... it was in his blood, he knew that, and in addition to all the stress he too often felt werewolfism made for terrible sleeps. but last night, for the first time that he could remember, he slept. just slept. didn't wake up in a cold sweat from some terrifying nightmare, didn't stir to wakefulness to find the clock state '2:07am', didn't do anything but lose himself to a dream world of peace and happy unconsciousness to the issues beyond the darkness. that was the first thing that felt weird as seyton came back to consciousness. the peace. the second was, well, everything else. the weight on his left arm, pressing it into a bed that just felt too soft. the light shining through a nearby window, there were no windows in any of his bedrooms. this was weird... it was not his house... and then he opened his eyes, and everything came rushing back to him all at once. never once in all the years away from georgina harper did seyton think he would ever be here. he'd dreamed of it, thought about all of the potential 'what if' futures he and her could have had together, but he'd never let himself entertain those thoughts to believe they could be reality. that was just setting himself up for more heartache. why would she really accept him back into her life? the most he'd hoped for was that she might understand his position. that she might hate him less, lessen her anger at him... that was all he'd allowed himself to believe could happen. waking up in her bed in the morning like this, he hadn't allowed it to cross his mind as reality. but here he was... arm resting under his ex, trying to calm his breathing, relax, and think things through. apparently his 'apology' had gone far better than expected. he was actually here, with her, where he wanted to be. so why was he so... tense? on edge, like he had some feeling of foreboding that he wasn't even consciously aware of? he rolled over on his side, looking at her peaceful sleeping face... so perfect, just like he'd remembered. "angel?" lololol, terrible post, but... <3

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by maroon 5

[GEORGINA ANGEL HARPER]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, border-left: #3A4748 8px solid; border-right: #839175 2px dashed; background: #d8d8d8; padding-top: 16px; padding-right: 16px; padding-left: 16px; padding-bottom: 12px; -moz-border-radius: 10px; width: 368px;] All the pain I thought I knew All the thoughts lead back to you, Back to what was never said, Back and forth inside my head, I can't handle this confusion, I'm unable; come and take me away - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It didn’t matter if Georgina knew what she was going to say, because the next thing she knew Seyton’s lips were on hers once more and he was pushing her backwards. Wait… pushing her backwards to where? She didn’t really know as her head was now spinning with a mix of emotions. Her ex for seven years was now kissing her again, how could one not be in a blur of emotions? Then she realized that they were going up the stairs as he scooped her up into his arms. It had been a long time since he had held her like this, and really she didn’t want him to let go, maybe today she shouldn’t think… She should just go with the flow. And the flow took her up to her room, oh goodness it probably looked like a mess, what would he think? Well it was too late for that now, but why was she even worried about her room being a mess? It wasn’t like she planned to be up in her room with Seyton, it was just happening. Now the two of them were kissing in her room, he had sat her down and instantly her arms had wrapped back around him. Did she really miss him this much? It seemed to be that way and then there was the fact that they were slowly inching towards her bed. Wait… she told herself that she need to stop thinking and that was just what she needed to do… perhaps she needed this, to be reminded of what it was like to be loved and kissed by Seyton…Something seemed off to Georgina as she slowly came to in the morning. She knew that she was in her own bed; she hadn’t been drinking the night before so she was pretty sure that it wasn’t the effects of a hangover. But then there was that kind of odd lump under her back and the feeling of something warm so close to her, what could it be? “Angel…” wait… what was that? She didn’t remember having anyone over for the night, or did she? And then… she realized what a huge mistake she made. Instead of replying to the man beside her, she sat up quickly placing her head to her forehead as she felt a rush of sitting up too quickly. It couldn’t be that he was actually here with her in her bed… Please oh please let be a dream she wished over and over before she slowly turned around and there he was laying there looking up with her, was it love in his eyes? She wasn’t sure, her mind was just too boggled. They didn’t… no they couldn’t have… could they? Wait… they did… She jumped out of bed quickly, still not saying anything as she held a blanked around her body. What in the hell was she thinking last night? Apparently she wasn’t thinking and look where it got here… she just needed to forget, just like she was doing before. “Seyton… Leave…. Now…

[/color]” she said quite sternly as she wrapped the blanket a bit more not wanting him to see her… though he already did… Oh merlin, what had she gotten herself into? She should’ve just slammed the door in his face when he showed up… not let him in… and definitely should not have allowed him to kiss her. What in Merlin’s name was she to do now? Kick him out of course. “I mean it Seyton, leave right now…[/color]” she said a little bit more sternly this time, casually looking around wondering where it was that she had laid her wand, just in case she needed it…
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[SEYTON MALCOLM GREYBACK]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #457371 solid; border-bottom: 10px #457371 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 627 ( SEYGEL ) TAGGED ( STATUS ) DONE he wasn't a guy who did this so casually. waking up with a woman in the morning... he could pretty much count the number of times this had happened on his hands, most of them on the few days he did indulge in alcohol at the bars, trying to force himself to relax. but especially lately, since getting a steady job at hogwarts, he'd avoided the bars, avoided the women, avoided situations like this because, well, they sucked. where the hell was the reasoning in one night stands? they didn't serve a purpose, other than filling carnal needs. seyton didn't like one night stands, but this didn't really feel like something like that. after all, he wasn't just attracted to angel because of her body. they had history. she meant so much more to him than some random woman whose eye he caught across the room. her jerky motion, moving upright like she was electrically shocked, made sey tense again. it didn't take a brain surgeon to realize that that was not a good sign. actually, it was downright shitty. assuming, of course, she hadn't completely changed her body language and habits in the last six and a half years, angel was currently freaking the hell out, and seyton could do nothing. he couldn't even find the courage to open his mouth, to say anything. the peace he'd felt a moment before was disappearing fast, and with it he found himself closing up, eyes becoming guarded again even before she jumped out of the bed, covering herself as though he hadn't already seen her unclothed. strange how the human mind worked, worrying about things that were basically irrelevant. “seyton… leave…. now…” his heart sunk again, immediately. of course things had been going too good to be true. nothing in his life could ever fucking go right for him. fate just had a cruel way to raising his hopes to dash him down harder than before. "ang-" “i mean it seyton, leave right now…” he should listen to her... get up and bolt before she let loose at him through words or spells, doing even more damage than the sickening feeling in his stomach was already causing. back off while the damage was minimal. but he couldn't. so close, and yet so far... he couldn't just walk away right now more than he could six and a half years ago. "don't," he pleaded, shaking his head slightly. "please don't kick me out of your life again, angel. not again." fail fail fail fail fail. sorry...

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by maroon 5

[GEORGINA ANGEL HARPER]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, border-left: #3A4748 8px solid; border-right: #839175 2px dashed; background: #d8d8d8; padding-top: 16px; padding-right: 16px; padding-left: 16px; padding-bottom: 12px; -moz-border-radius: 10px; width: 368px;] All the pain I thought I knew All the thoughts lead back to you, Back to what was never said, Back and forth inside my head, I can't handle this confusion, I'm unable; come and take me away - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “don't,” Georgina looked away, she couldn’t bear to look at him and she had a feeling what was coming next and she wished he would just leave instead of speaking more. “please don't kick me out of your life again, angel. not again.” she felt a sharp pain in her heart as he spoke the name he had always called her, the one that everyone had always called her before her and Seyton had broken up. “Seytong… don’t do this… just go, it’s better this way. Please… just leave…

[/color]” she spoke softly hoping that he would leave instead of trying to convince her otherwise.

She spotted her wand on her nightstand and bent over, keeping her blanket wrapped around her as she picked her wand up. “Seyton, go now…” she told him, holding her wand lightly in her hand. She didn’t want to have to use it, but knew that if it was the only way to get him to leave, she would. Why wouldn’t he just listen? Didn’t he see that it was better this way? Better for the both of them if they weren’t together? She didn’t need Fenrir to come after either of them if they got back together, she wasn’t even sure how Fenrir would even act if he found out that she slept with Seyton nor did she want to find out what he would do.
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tag: seyton notes: sorry kinda crappy. >.< template by eliza @ shadowplay

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