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Be My Valentine (DSR): Part Two - Date Night“I’m still mad,” Marley said flatly, holding the bowl of chips she’d retrieved out to the boy in the longue, in a sort of peace offering. Hunter, who was sat beside her with an X-Box controller in his lap, eyed the bowl for a moment, but being the sort of person that would never turn away food, took a handful.Be My Valentine (DSR): Part Two - Date Night by ReubenDeFlash
“I’d be surprised if you weren’t,” he replied before shoving the chips in his mouth. He winced a little and altered his chewing a little so it wouldn’t hurt the bruises on his face. “But do the chips mean I’m forgiven at least?”
“The chips mean I’m starving,” Marley shot back, hugging the bowl. “You’re not forgiven. I can’t forgive you for being an idiot because I know you’ll do it again. It’s in your nature.”
Hunter feigned being hurt and rubbed his chest where his heart was. “Ouch, Marbles.”
“Hey, I told you.
.This sorrow is a poison. by ReubenDeFlash
Fills my veins with reasons but
Casts me dumb.
And isn't it a sad thing
There's so much wrong that
I don't know where to start.
Be My Valentine (DSR): Part One - Flowers for IzzyIzzy waited until her parents were asleep to sneak out.Be My Valentine (DSR): Part One - Flowers for Izzy by ReubenDeFlash
Lucky for her they habitually went to bed early, and so all she had to do was bid her time, keep quiet and wait for the sound of her father’s snores through the walls. Technically, it was sneaking out. She’d told them flat out a few weeks back that she wasn’t going to be told what to do any more, that her life was her own and she would live it – and that meant leaving the house whenever she felt like it, without having to check in with her parole officers and get permission.
Her mother hadn’t spoken to her since.
Which was okay, because she’d needed a wide berth lately and the last thing she’d wanted on top of everything was her mother nagging and nagging her about school and her degree and why didn’t that nice boy come round anymore?
That was the last thing on earth she wanted to discuss.
Still, despite her new found rebellion (she blamed Jac mostly), she didn’t think s
I have ripped the stitches of my dreamsI wore a smock dress made of dreamsI have ripped the stitches of my dreams by ReubenDeFlash
floating reams of chiffon
woven from stars and ideas and future
pockets full of promises
stitches spun from gold
now the fabric has been unpicked
tucked in and taken in
adjusted to fit practicality
now a comfortable pair of jeans
so unlike that old dress
I hardly remember the dreams.
DSR - A SecretIzzy lets out a long winded yawn, a hand lazily swatting at the warm breath hovering in front of her face then she stretches her limbs until she hears the distinct pop of her joints. When her jaw finally snaps closed, she rakes a hand through her darks locks and scrubs the exhaustion from her eyes before getting back to work on her tablet.DSR - A Secret by v-gal015
With all the cramming sessions for exams that last late into the early morning hours – on her own and with study groups – the constant barrage of Izzy's family reminding her of their expectations, and then the intensifying training regimens so she can truly hone her powers, it's taken its toll on the poor girl. And now she has this pile of work she's been chipping away at. It's definitely adding to her already packed schedule.
Isabella Vega's tired, she's sore, and she's well past her limit, but she's not one for giving up when times get tough.
Though she's been extremely tempted lately.
She isn't quite sure what time it is anymore. Her cell phone is