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Post by thomas on Dec 25, 2009 11:15:58 GMT
 TRYING TO CONVINCE MYSELF[/COLOR] -that I‘m not losing you-[/color] - - - - - - - - - -[/center][/size] Thomas swirled the wine glass in his hand carefully, taking a sip every now and again. His mind had been a little occupied today, as it was his wife’s birthday, and it brought all the thoughts about her bubbling to the surface. She’d been a beautiful woman, the love of Tom’s life. She’d had long blonde hair that curled at the ends naturally. Her piercing green eyes were still burned into his memory, as he’d spent so much time staring into them that he was sure he’d never forget them. In fact, he thought that they were likely to be the last thing he saw when he died, as they burned into him from his eyelids, every time he closed his eyes. He missed those eyes, he missed the feel of her lying in his arms, and most of all, he missed her laugh. Her laugh was the most beautiful, most musical laugh that he’d ever heard, and he wished that there was some way that he could hear it properly still. The only place it could be found now was his memories. And although his memories were great for some things, he could never capture the pure brilliance of her pitch perfect laugh.
When he closed his eyes he could almost feel her soft hands against his neck, stroking it gently. And she was there, in front of him, this perfect, truly happy smile on her lips. Her eyes twinkled in the light, and she was talking about how much she loved him. But her voice wasn’t right, his memory hadn’t kept that for him either. He doubted that he’d ever hear anything that perfect, that honest, and that much filled with love again. After her death, he’d never quite gotten over loosing her, and so he couldn’t move on and find someone else. It had been years, yes, but to love someone else felt like he was betraying her, it wouldn’t feel right. He was sat in the sofa in the staff room, lost in his thoughts. He’d dressed that morning in a haze, wishing that she’d been there, wishing that he was bringing her breakfast in bed. He’d pulled on some jeans and a plain black shirt, nothing special, because he couldn’t feel the excitement of the closeness of Christmas, not today anyway. He wondered if he’d actually try and spend Christmas any different this year, but he doubted it very much, as he liked the silence, it let him remember her much more vividly. [/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - - [/size] CALLING ON (Rosalyn)
WEARING (Black shirt and jeans!)
WRITING (four one eight words)
CREDITING (Myself!)
ONE LAST THING (Sorry this took so long to put up lol)
LYRICS (Losing You - Busted)
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Post by rosalyn on Dec 26, 2009 21:15:59 GMT
  Walking the corridors, Rosalyn could feel the excitement of Christmas everyhwere she went. It was like a welcome buzz, of excited students and professors alike, and she felt it too. Rose moved flawlessy down the corridor, a smile on her lips. It was the weekend today, so no uniform required. She wore ripped jeans, and a couple of loose tops one on top of eachoter. She also wore white high heels, and her hair waved naturally down her shoulders. She had to admit that she looked good, and no matter how inapproriate it was, Rosalyn turned a few student's heads. She sighed, she didn't even consider herself pretty, and here she was, getting all that attention. Her smil fingers ran through her curls, as she turned down a corridor that headed towards the staff rooms.
The staffroom, for Rosalyn, felt like a really comofrtable place. She liked spending time there, with other professors, or alone. She didn't mind, and though she was walking slowly, she was still walking with purpose. She put her hands in her front pockets, and looked around the moving paintings, smiling at them. They smiled back. When she reached the door to the staffroom, she whispered the password, and smiled when the man on the horse opened the portrait for her. The atmosphere there seemed to be sort of dark. Wehn she looked around, she saw one lone figure sitting on the couch. 'Tom, what are you doing here all by your self?' She asked, hoping that she wasn't interrupting anything. 'It's a lovely day outside, and the Christmas buzz is in full swing.' She smiled, walking towards him, she sat on the couch infront of him, seting her hands on her knees.
 NOTES Sorry it took so long!
WORDS idk..
TAGGED Thomas Moore
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Post by thomas on Dec 28, 2009 1:26:21 GMT
TRYING TO CONVINCE MYSELF [/COLOR] -that I‘m not losing you-[/color] - - - - - - - - - -[/center][/size] Thomas heard the chatter of the students in the walls, and he knew that the Christmas spirit had gotten to everyone. It should be a happy time, of laughter and of Christmas cracker jokes, but it wasn’t the same, not without her. Penny made Tom’s world go round, she was his everything. To him, the reason he was on Earth was to make her happy, so when she was ripped from his life, he felt like he had no purpose, like the very reason he existed had gone. He didn’t know whether he wanted to live, but he did know he couldn’t take his own life, no, there had to be a purpose for everything, he just needed to find his new one. His eyes raised from his glass as he heard Rosalyn’s words. ”I have no idea, looking for my purpose I suppose.” [/color] He added on, more to himself than to her. He knew she’d probably think him a little crazy, but he knew what he meant. Rosalyn was pretty, yes, very pretty. She always wore nice clothes, her hair was always perfect, and she was friendly. But he couldn’t see her, nor any one else in a romantic way anymore, all he could do was pick out the ways that they were different to Penny. ”I’m contemplating how you’re meant to smile, when inside your heart is broken”[/color] He said honestly, swirling his glass a little as he spoke. He took another sip of his drink, and licked his lips a little, savouring the taste. ”Why are you here with me when you could be out there enjoying the Christmas spirit with someone who isn’t a ‘grumpy bugger’?”[/color] He asked, giving a small chuckle in his reference to something that he’d caught a student saying about him not so long ago. Although he thought that after loosing his sun, he had a reason to be as cold and as grumpy as the night.[/size][/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - - [/size] CALLING ON (Rosalyn)
WEARING (Black shirt and jeans!)
WRITING (three two five words)
CREDITING (Myself!)
ONE LAST THING (Sorry this took so long to put up lol)
LYRICS (Losing You - Busted)
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Post by rosalyn on Dec 28, 2009 21:41:54 GMT
Rosalyn's concenr went deep down,a nd she felt really sorry for Tom. After all, she had no idea what it felt like to lose the love of your life, and just have to move on with things. Her sigh was shaky, and her gaze shifted down to the floor. 'Personally, I don't think your purpose is hiding here in the staff room.' Rosalyn said softly, almost sadly. She thought that she would really be like that too, if she ever lost anyone she loved, not necessarily a lover, but anyone that she loved. She wouldn't know what to do with herself either. Rosalyn didn't really know what to do, or think, she was kind of lost, and that was rare.
Rosalyn's heart sank. The words just seemed to cut right through her heart, and she just felt so helpless. 'I honestly don't know.' Rosalyn said, 'But I don't think you should pretend to be happy when you're crying inside, so it's ok if you're upset.' Rosalyn smiled, a weak smile and it was true. She never pretended to be happy, when she was really sad on the inside. Rosie looked sternly at Tom. 'You are not a 'grumpy bugger'.' She said with a force that he had to believe, it was a confidence that she was sure was going to get to him. 'No matter how sad you are, you shouldn't be alone, so I am going to stay with you, weather you like it or not.' Rosalyn said, not planning on leaving any time soon.
NOTES Sorry it took so long!
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Post by thomas on Dec 29, 2009 1:34:36 GMT
TRYING TO CONVINCE MYSELF [/COLOR] -that I‘m not losing you-[/color] - - - - - - - - - -[/center][/size] Thomas laughed a little at what she said, and although she was perfectly right, he didn’t feel in the mood to get up and join in the festivities. If he did, he feared he’d feel like he was betraying Penny somehow. Deep down he knew she’d rather he was happy and smiling, but he found it hard to do that without her to tell him a joke, or recite a little funny story. Or even do something funny in a blonde moment, and then giggle with her at that. ”Well I do admit that you have a point there, but I like hiding in the staff room, it’s quiet.” [/color] He said with a small smile, a half hearted one. He wasn’t in the mood to smile his big grin that he used to wear whenever Penny was around. No, not today. Thomas nodded next at her words. For someone so young, she seemed wise enough! ”I’ve never been good at being upset in public, but once again, I do suppose that fake feelings mean nothing if there is no truth behind them”[/color] He said, taking another sip of his drink. What he and Penny had, it was special. There was nothing fake about them, they fit into each others lives perfectly, like they were made for each other, and everyone said they were! ”Thank you, but apparently I am! I heard a student call me it, shows how much respect they have, huh?[/color] He gave another hollow chuckle. ”Well it’s your life, but I warn you, my company isn’t the best on a good day!”[/color] He said, with a shake of his head. She was really very pretty, and had he not been so lost in his thoughts of Penny he probably would have tried to be more friendly with her, maybe even ask her out on a date. But the idea of Penny being stolen from him, it wasn’t the nicest thing to boost your confidence. ”How are the holidays treating you? Asking for anything nice for Christmas?”[/color] he asked, a curious look on his face. He was curious as to what someone like Rosalyn would like as a present. Maybe he would buy her something, just a little gift to say thank you for her company. [/size][/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - - [/size] CALLING ON (Rosalyn)
WEARING (Black shirt and jeans!)
WRITING (three seven eight words)
CREDITING (Myself!)
ONE LAST THING (Sorry this took so long to put up lol)
LYRICS (Losing You - Busted)
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Post by rosalyn on Jan 2, 2010 15:13:46 GMT
Rose knew what he ment by quiet. Most teachers, especially at this time, were into the festivities, and out and about. And so, at this time the staffroom seemed to be the clamest place about. Rosalyn smiled. 'I know what you mean, I like hiding out here sometimes too.' She said, and it was true. Whenever there was soemthing bothering her, or wahatever, she would come to the calmness of the staff room, and just think it out of her system, and go back to being the perky, happy woman that she was.
Rosalyn merely nodded as he addmitted that behaving happily when you were hollow inside, was not real. However, she knew the feeling. No matter how much she tried, when Rosalyn was upset, she can't be happy. Not even pretend happy, which was a paon becuase she didn't want attention, but looking really down, made people ask questions. 'Well, at least they're scared of you.. Which means that you;ve got the power.' She said jokingly, winking.
Rosalyn had to admit that she liked Tom. He was a nice man, that loved his wife, and so she had all the respect for him. Also, he was a good friend, and cared about people. even if he was the Head of Slytherin. 'I'm sure I won't die from boredom.' She glared at thim. Thomas was also quite modest, which wasn't a good thing. When a person was too modest, it just seemed like you had your work cut out for you, trying to make them believe otherwise.
Rosalyn stood up, and walked over to the couch where Tom was sitting. She placed a ahdn on his arm, and looked at him. 'Want to talk about what's bothering you?' She asked softly, knowignt hat talking would help, no matter how much it actually hurt to talk about whatever it was. Rosalyn wanted to show Tom that she cared, and she really did. Tom will always have a friend in her.
'I have to say, I'm really getting intot he festive mood.' She grinned, 'And I don't ask for presents, I give and recieve whatever.' Rosalyn shrugged, she'd rather her presents were a surpeise, because then opening them would be rather boring. 'And what would a man like you wish for christmas?' She asked a brow raised, 'Do you believe in Santa Claus?' She asked jokingly, but you never know.
NOTES Sorry it took so long!
WORDS idk..
TAGGED Thomas Moore
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