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 Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2011 12:07 am
╔═ 『σ υ я ѕ т σ я у в є g ι η ѕ . . . . . 』 ══════════════════════╗
Isabell and Fawkes weren't your normal kids. Actually, far from it. Isabell was about to start her 2nd year of College and Fawkes was already into his 3rd. He is 2 years her senior in age. Isabell would have been lying if she had said something like "Fawkes Isn't my type." Or just the fact that she had never had a crush on him at all.
Their parents had started dating. Isabell thought nothing of it, until it turned serious. Her presumed One Sided affections turned into dust as soon as His father proposed to Her Mother. After three years of being under the same roof and attempting to look at him like a brother, this, going to college thing didn't seem too bad of an idea.
Till it turned out to BE a bad idea.
Being the Newer girl (Not to mention, not a bad looking new girl), she was immediatly invited to Fawke's friend's "Beginning of the Year" epic party. It turned out to be an Epic Fail on her part. Drinking wasn't really a thing Isabell faniced. Who would have thought that, that sort of thing would have been her downfall that night? It was pretty much an EPIC FAIL on her part, since she couldn't remember that entire night.
All she remembered is waking up in his room.....
╚══════════════════════ 『σ υ я ѕ т σ я у в є g ι η ѕ . . . . . 』 ═╝
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2011 12:13 am
 Fawkes Knightley
"You're Never Truly Dead Until You're Forgotten" Fawkes yawned and sat up in bed, his hair was messy and his eyes half closed. He scratched his chest as he rose from bed and shuffled to his bathroom. Damn, what a long night. He tried to remember the events of last night... he got to the party... had a few drinks... then black. Crap. Fawkes sighed and washed his face, still tryin' to recall what he did. He turned when he heard a noise in his room. Hmmm? Did he bring someone home and not even realize it? Fawkes walked back to his room with a raised brow and his face pale at the sight of the girl in his bed. No. No. Anyone but her. He tried to convince himself she had a nightmare or something, or maybe they were too tired... yeah. That was definitely it. She was too tired to make it to her own room. He smiled, proud to have come to this deduction when he noticed something frilly and pink hanging on his lamp. He glanced at the pair of sexy panties . . . crap. This wasn't good. Oh no. So not good....
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2011 12:26 am
 ☇xι ѕ α в є ℓ ℓ xx" ι ȥ ȥ ყ "xxʟ' ı σ п c σ υ я т〖 T h e C o n f u s i o n 〗oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxI, Myself, am entirely
made of Flaws.
Stitched together with good
Intentions. ▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒xx▒▒▒▒▒▒x⊀ ❦ ⊁x▒▒↪x Isabell's head was swimming. It hurt as soon as she snapped out of her dreaming state. Shuffling in bed she groaned. Her eyes were still tightly closed as she stretched wondering how she even got home. She couldn't remember a thing. Maybe a few things but....'Wait...' Her thoughts were swimming. "...How did I?" Quickly the woman sat up, looking around, only to find that the room wasn't her own, it was...in fact..her Step Brothers room. "...Oh..no.."
Looking down she blinked as she quickly realized all of her garments were gone. Strewn across the floor. "..Oh my god!" She quickly squeeked, pulling the sheets to her naked torso. "...I..I..couldn't have been that drunk...r..right??" Trying to calm herself. Slowly, those calming notions, turned to panic once more as she looked up, noticing her Step-Brother, Fawkes, The man she had lived with Since she started College because she disliked still living with their parents.
All that time together and nothing had happened. How did this slip up occur? "...You...You know I can't drink!" She yelled to him, picking up a pillow and tossing it at him. "..w...why are my clothes everywhere? Why am I in your bed??"
Panic surely set in.
Sure the woman was out of the ordinary with her looks and such, but..never would she attempt to bed her Step brother!  xxx xxx Out. Of. Chances. : .....Stuff Goes here.......
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2011 9:05 am
Fawkes Knightley
"You're Never Truly Dead Until You're Forgotten" Fawkes stared at his step-sister as she freaked out. He couldn't help but catch a peek at her exposed breasts before she hid them from sight once more. Normally... he'd be much more upset and freaked out by this but she seemed to be doing enough for both of them that he was more amused than anything. He stared at her as she turned to him. She was going to...? Yup. She blamed him. This wasn't out of character for her.
Fawkes couldn't help but start to laugh. His deep, cheerful laughter that seemed to make most woman simply melt against him. Fawkes crossed his arms, allowing the pillow to bounce harmlessly against his chiseled frame. He cocked his head to the side, Fawkes' usual sign of amusement. "It takes two to tango my dear. Do not try to pin this all on me." He couldn't believe he was more upset but this was the only way he knew how to react. One of them had to have a level-head, it appeared it had to be him. "Calm down. I'm sure we didn't do any-... crap."
He was staring at the floor, a used condom lay there. Fawkes flashed her a, what he hoped to be, cheerful grin. "At least we were safe?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2011 11:49 pm
☇xι ѕ α в є ℓ ℓ xx" ι ȥ ȥ ყ "xxʟ' ı σ п c σ υ я т〖 T h e C o n f u s i o n 〗oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxI, Myself, am entirely
made of Flaws.
Stitched together with good
Intentions. ▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒xx▒▒▒▒▒▒x⊀ ❦ ⊁x▒▒↪x Isabell glared at him. "..Safe?! Thats all you can say??" She grumbled and stood from his bed, making sure his sheets wrapped around her body perfectly as to cover any parts of her. She needed to keep some sort of decency! It did not matter to her if they had slept together, they were drunk! It was nothing but innocence she wanted to upkeep. "......Shut up.." She said once more before she left his room to head to hers.
Quickly she hopped in her shower and changed. Looking herself over in the mirror she rolled her eyes and fling water at her reflection. "You shut up with your mocking!" The tattooed woman yelled at herself.
Conjouring up the courage, the woman sneaked out of her room slowly, and headed to the kitchen. It was quite obvious she was trying to avoid the man that was her step-brother.
Pouring herself some cereal, Isabell sat at the table and ate a few spoonfuls as she grumbled under her breath, uncontrollably. xxxxxxOut. Of. Chances. : .....Stuff Goes here.......
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Posted: Wed Jul 13, 2011 11:12 am
Fawkes Knightley
"You're Never Truly Dead Until You're Forgotten" He stared at her as she grumbled and yelled at him. She was truly pinning the entire thing on him, how like her. Fawkes crossed his arms and watched as she grabbed his blanket and wrapped it entirely around her body. He couldn't even see her toes now. He couldn't help it, he started laughing. His laughter followed her to her room for it was loud. He smiled when he heard her shower running and walked into his own bathroom to shower. After a nice, warm shower, Fawkes changed into a pair of dark-blue jeans and looked around for his shirt. Where the bloody...? Oh yeah. He had been ironing it last night before the party, it was in the living room. He walked out, wearing just his jeans and went into the kitchen. Fawkes saw her eating cereal and stopped, "ya know I can cook. Why didn't you ask me to make you something?" The shirt being the last thing on his mind, Fawkes walked to the fridge and pulled out some cheese, butter and then grabbed the bread from their pantry. He proceeded to toast the bread then put some butter on one side of the four slices (two for her, two for him). He put a small amount of butter in a pan then placed two of the slices on the pan. He was making them grilled cheese. Fawkes placed the cheese on the bread then placed the other piece of bread on top. He turned to look at her, "it was a mistake. One we shall never do again." He placed her grilled cheese on a plate and then walked over, setting it besides her. "I gotta go to work." Fawkes kissed her cheek, just to tease her then turned and walked into the living room.
He reappeared a few seconds later, buttoning up a black shirt before he grabbed a napkin and placed his sandwich on it. "See ya." He waved, grabbed his keys and was out the door.
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