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Post by ivy on Dec 30, 2011 15:35:39 GMT -5
And through the rising and falling apart, We discover who we are Ivy knew exactly what she was doing.
The brunette, clad sexily in a black dress with a coat thrown on top that buttoned at her collarbone, (far higher then the dress' neckline) and ended at the knees (far lower then where the dress stopped), strode, kitten heels clicking, across the campus, bag in tow.
She'd woken up early this morning, pulled on her cutest bra-and-panties pair and had dapped on a touch of shimmering lip gloss and mascara (to bring out her hazel eyes), and she knew precisely what she was going to do.
She was going to visit Elvis.
It had hit her, the night before, that their friendship had been somewhat lacking the past few days. Not in the sense that it was breaking apart, but in the sense, that Ivy hadn't been making enough time for the boy. And for that reason, she'd cancelled all her plans (before calling up Elvis and forcing him to do the same), and had bought a bottle of Absolute Vodka, soda, and a few limes. She figured that he'd have ice, and some glasses--she didn't know, she'd never been to a University dorm before--and therefore had left that job to him.
Straightening the hold she had on the bag, she flicked a few strands of hair away from her eyes, her free hand dug into the pocket of her coat.
Ivy guessed that it was the end of lessons (or was it lectures?) for the students, as they appeared to be spreading across the grounds like flies. They all looked somewhat the same; hair scraped back in a ponytail, and the too-tired-revising-for-exams-to-match jeans and jumper combination for the girls, and the same for the guys--with the exception of the hair.
Hazel eyes bounced from each book huddling student to the other, curiosity dancing in the dark brown. If she had lived a normal life (one where she didn't move country to country every six months), then would she be just like them? Lips pressed together, she slowed to a halt, watching two students debate about the analysis of string theory (come again?), whilst she, in return, analysed their choice of outfits. But, with a sigh, she knew that even with all the fashion disasters strung across the campus, there was only one answer: she'd rather be like them, than herself.
Stability-wise, of course.
Fashion-wise, she'd rather be herself.
Eyeing the two students with something that wasn't quite jealousy, she walked, hip swaying, towards the dorms, before swinging around the corner and grabbing the closing door that a student had just entered through. She jogged up the stairs, careful to not knock the bag too hard, before reaching Elvis' dorm, one clenched fist banging on the door.
"Presley, open up." She called, plush lips pulling up.
Hand on cocked hip, she impatiently tapped her feet against the floor, knocking once more. "C'mon, Elvis, we don't have all day." NOTES: NYEH, HOPE IT'S OKAY<3 |
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Post by elvis joseph hamleton on Dec 31, 2011 2:28:12 GMT -5
SOME DAY YOU WILL FIND ME  CAUGHT BENEATH THE LAND SLIDE TAG: IVY WORDS: 526 ONE LAST THING: WOOO DISNEYLAND
Elvis was, despite what his appearance might portray, a good student. He worked hard for the good grades that he got and he studied when he needed to. It was true enough that Elvis loved to go out to parties, he loved late nights, and more than anything he loved being around people. It was not often that the man was on his own. Without either some pretty little thing on his hip or hanging out with one of his friends, or even spending time with that all too adorable roommate of his. From time to time though, he did make the conscious choice to spend time on his own, and crack open those books.
Because, well, classes were important and he had homework that needed done and a test to study for. So that had been his plan for the day, to hunker down and be the good student that he really was. That was until he got that call from that one all too pretty and all too demanding for her own good friend of his. Not that he had ever been the sort that minded her seemingly bossy nature. Truth be told, it had always been something that had attracted him to her. As a friend, and maybe as something a bit more, not that those moments of wanting to kiss her had ever been acted upon because she was a good friend. And he valued her friendship. Not a very common thing in the young man’s life, but with Ivy, it was there, and had been for the past months that he’d known the young woman.
So, she had beckoned and he had answered, trying to get a bit of studying in before she showed up at his door. That pretty little nose of his had been well and in a book when the knock had come and a large grin spread across his lips. “Be there in one moment princess,” he called out to her and let out a bit of a chuckle before setting the book down and making his way to the door. A quick movement of fingers gripping and turning the knob and there she stood before him. “You know, Ivy,” he spoke in all sorts of cooing tones his accent a little thicker than normal, “an outfit like that leaves a boy’s mind wandering,” for there was nothing wrong with a bit of harmless flirting.
A quick side step and he held open the door for her , closing it as soon as she was well and in the dorm room. He took the bag from her and set it on the counter of the small kitchen in the space, opening it and raising one of those brows. “Planning on getting me drunk and taking advantage of me are ya pretty girl?” he spoke teasingly before shifting to face her again and leaning on the counter running fingers through his hair. A lopsided grin sat on his lips as he looked at her. “I’ve missed you,” he spoke all kinds of honestly then closed the distance between them wrapping his arms around her for a tight hug.
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Post by ivy on Dec 31, 2011 8:50:17 GMT -5
And through the rising and falling apart, We discover who we are “Be there in one moment princess.”
She rolled her eyes, shifting her stance so that she could rest her bag on her hip. A few seconds later, she heard the soft click of the lock, and the door swung open, revealing a grinning Elvis.
“You know, Ivy, an outfit like that leaves a boy’s mind wandering," he cooed, each word dripping with his British accent. She smirked, arching a perfect brow.
"And an accent like that leaves a girl's ovaries exploding." She flashed him a cheeky grin, waltzing through the door that he held open for her--such a gentleman--murmuring her thanks when he took the bag off of her. She cradled her hands, soothing out the red lines formed from holding the heavy thing for too long.
She followed him towards the kitchen (she breathed a sigh of relief that there was one in his dorm), light hands dancing across her coat, dept fingers pulling off the buttons, before letting it drop off her arms to pool around her elbows. She dropped her arms to the sides, catching the coat before it hit the floor, and draped it onto a chair, before leaning forwards onto a counter in the kitchen.
“Planning on getting me drunk and taking advantage of me are ya pretty girl?”
He teased, running his fingers through his hair in suave fashion, a lopsided grin curved easily on his lips.
Ivy shrugged, throwing her hands up in the air as if surrendering. "Guilty as charged; you know me too well." She paused, a light smirk and mischief lingering in her eyes, before continuing to speak. "Not that you'd mind--you'd enjoy being taken advantage of." Her smirk widened into a playful grin, one hand gently twisting a russet wave (for once, she'd curled her hair--for some reason, she'd decided that the visit would be worth the effort) around her little finger.
“I’ve missed you,” he said, leaning in to wrap his arms around Ivy, pulling her in for a tight embrace. She laughed, her own arms slipping across his back, her head tucking itself in the gap between his shoulder and his head. "Missed you too, Elvis," she murmured, "too much for my liking."
She pulled away, giving him an aw, you're cute, look--one that appeared nicer than it sounded--before skipping to her bag, pulling out the bottles and limes. "Elvis, you have ice and glasses, right? Go get them for me?" She, not one to waste time, cracked open the bottles before noticing the neatly lined up glasses on the side, ready to be used.
Flicking her hair out of her eyes, she reached fluidly for two glasses, before pouring in the drinks, being a bit generous--maybe a little too generous--with the vodka.
"Found the glasses, get me a knife instead." She ordered, pulling out a hand behind her, expectant.
With a wry grin, she paused for a moment, before glancing back at Elvis. "You better not have anything important planned tomorrow, because you're not going to make it."
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Post by elvis joseph hamleton on Dec 31, 2011 9:13:32 GMT -5
SOME DAY YOU WILL FIND ME CAUGHT BENEATH THE LAND SLIDE TAG: IVY WORDS: 488 ONE LAST THING: WOOO DISNEYLAND
He knew well enough to know that she wasn’t the patient sort of girl and keeping her waiting for too long would not result in anything good when the truth of the matter came down to it. So, he hadn’t made her wait, and he wasn’t any sort of upset for any of it, not with that smirk on her lips and the arch of her brow. A look, that was oh so attractive on her for reasons that he couldn’t even begin to explain.
Her words caused an amused smile to form on his lips followed by a chuckle. “That sounds almost painful, I don’t want to be the reason for any girl’s pain,” he spoke in a playful sort of manner before winking at her. After all, if there was one thing that was incredibly common in their friendship it was the almost constant flirting between the two. Not that he was in any way complaining, he was, after all, an attention whore, and he could not be unhappy when he was getting attention from such a beautiful girl.
Elvis didn’t try to hide his gaze from shifting over to watch as she took off her jacket, half curious as to what it was that she was wearing under that coat, and half just liking to look at a girl. She was like some sort of walking piece of art when it well and came down to it. And he was quite sure that there were very few girls with a beauty like hers around. The man was chuckling again at her words and then there was an arch to one of his brows before he wiggled his brows at her. “Oh baby, you know I don’t mind anything that you do to me,” he purred before making a kissy face at her then smiling all over again.
The embrace that he shared with her was something nice, sweet, and he found himself getting a bit lost in it. “Well, we’re together now,” he spoke in soft tones then moved his fingers to move around one of those ringlets. “I rather like your hair like this,” he tagged on giving her a genuine look.
Whatever seriousness there was didn’t last long though, and it was straight on to getting their drink on. And lord only knew what was going to come of the two of them drinking alone. Everything wrong, but everything so right at the same time he was sure. He moved quickly to get her the knife and then moved to lean on the counters. “I guess that I’m faking sick tomorrow then,” he spoke before eyeing the glasses knowing that he was indeed, going to have to skip class. Not something he was ever too keen on, but for Ivy, he would do it. “You are such a bad influence,” he spoke all kinds of teasing before leaning over to kiss her cheek.
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