Post by illiana on Oct 11, 2009 12:56:59 GMT -5
[/b]”Would you…fight someone for me?”[/b] He pulled out the small object he had been searching for and hid it carefully in his fist. ”Yes, but should I be worried?” She giggled, then asked, ”Would you…go to the moon for me?” Asher paused, then pulled her off of his lap and moved to face her. Looking into her golden eyes, he pressed her face in between his hands. He stayed there, measuring her expression. Finally, he spoke fluidly, “Cleo, I would sail the seven seas and bring you back a long, lost treasure. I would fight every man in the world if that would prove to you that I love you. I would go to the moon and back and bring you the brightest star the galaxy has ever known.”[/b] He took a deep breath, his eyes never straying from hers. His fingers intertwined with hers and he slipped a shiny, silver diamond ring onto her finger as he whispered, “And, I would have you for the rest of our lives, to love you. Forever.” Her mouth slightly dropped and tears filled her eyes. Asher smiled, enjoying the reaction he was getting and the butterflies in his stomach vanished. He spoke again, more shakily than he expected. “Cleo Illiana Isis, would you do me the honor of being my wife?” That was it. That was the day Asher gave Cleo his soul. Forever. That summer, the couple married in Hawaii and bought a beautiful house, just big enough to fit the two and their planned family. A daughter and a son, just like Cleo wanted it, the only way she would have it.[/blockquote]
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About You - -
Name: Jeeeeesssssiiiieeee or Jessica Lisbeth but Jessie is SO much easier.
Gender: Quite Feminine thanks.
Age: Eighteen in February!!
Years of RPG Experience: A year in March.
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Quick Quiz - -
How did you find us? Welp, I went into my favorites, scrolled down and OHP! There you were. :]] (definitely Biz by the way.)
What about ISS inspired you to join? How fabulous the admins are. Yep, totally sucking up now. Is it working?
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About the Character- -
Name: Illiana Apiphany Rayne
Age: Sixteen.
Gender: Female.
Year: Fifth.
Face Claim: Miranda Kerr.
Canon or Original? O R I G I N A L.
Facial Properties: Illi’s soft personality doesn’t even compare to her delicate features. Her big, rounded, bright blue eyes would make anyone feel welcome or giggle over the fact that they make her look so innocent. Her long eyelashes accentuate her innocence. Her high cheek bones grow with her perfectly white smile, which beams almost consistently. Her long nose only draws your attention to her soft, curvy pink lips, turned up in the corners naturally. Her jaw line travels gracefully to her small ears that are usually hidden by her long, dark brown hair. The natural highlights within her luscious locks bring out her soft sun-kissed skin, showing off her heritage as well as her natural surroundings. Her eyebrows rarely furrow her short forehead but curve upward gently over her smiling eyes. Like her mother, she takes on the appearance of an exotic angel.
Physique: With a soft, smooth hour glass shape, she needs not be self conscious. Her long legs start thick in the thigh and mellow into a thin, delicate ankle. Her feet are small and slightly adorable, as far as feet go that is. Her hips are not abnormally large, only wide enough to form her hour glass physique. Her stomach is flat, to abs to speak of and her ribs protrude slightly in specific standing or laying positions. Her chest is rather busty but not enough for people to think of her in a slutty way, only enough for her to wear her bikini’s on the beach with her friends and family. Her shoulders are simply sloped and her long arms prove to be helpful with her yoyo-ing obsession. Her fingers are long and bony, the one thing that bothers her and they don’t even come in handy, seeing as the only instrument she can play is the harmonica. All around, she is a very beautifully built young lady.
Wand Type: Ash Wood, 12 ½ inch, unicorn hair.
Wand Expertise: Quick spell work.
Patronus: A Chipmunk. As a child, she would sit outside, watching them run and play, completely free to do what they wish. In so many ways, they are so much like her. Small built, quick and sweet, they capture the attention of both predator and prey, as does Ana. They have high pitched voices, laugh a lot and forget where they burry their food. In short, Illiana couldn’t have a more fitting patronus.
Boggart: Darkness. She is petrified by not being able to see. The light and colors are basically what she lives for so when and if that is taken away, she panics, unsure of what to do. She had always slept with a night light but even that isn’t enough for her. Her only ‘dark exception’ is either star gazing with others (since she would never do it alone) or catching fireflies. Anything else is a no go. Basically, she likes to know things and even her short term memory loss tends to be quite frightening because she seems to often enough end up in the dark.
Personality:
Illiana has a rare and unusual problem, one in which most people wouldn't know how to deal with. The Rayne and Conrad families both understand but when Illiana meets knew people, it is often a major struggle and becomes an interesting situation. Illiana has short term memory loss. The is extraordinarily intellegent but forgets simple things very easily. Facts sink in quickly enough to be retained and maintained. Emotional experiences seem to stay put much more easily as well and she can pull them out and reminece on them. Often, she'll find herself repeating herself, forgetting where she is or where she was going, forgetting conversations she had wth people and who they are and where she left things. It's all very much by chance, what she will remember and what she will forget. With the few like Owen, se seems to be able to absorb more information without forgetting it thirty seconds later. With others, she struggles. Although this doesn't affect her cheery disposition, she has a hard time, never really being able to certain of anything. If, within a few minutes after you say something, she stares blankly, repeat yourself and maybe she will remember you said it later.
Ever since she was old enough to walk, she could also throw a mean yoyo. For her seventh Christmas, She found a small package on her pillow. Quickly opening it, she found a vibrant yellow yoyo with the inscription Fantastic around the rim. Owen had known her too well. When she is extremely happy, annoyed, trying to concentrate or even trying to forget, she plays with her multiple yoyos. Wherever she goes, she always has one with her. She can do almost every trick in the book without missing a beat and rarely drops them. You can tell if she is upset or something is wrong when her yoyo-ing isn’t quite right. If she misses the yoyo or drops it, gets tangled, something is wrong. Otherwise, she can also use them to get people’s attention or use it to remember important information by drawing on them. All in all, yoyo’s are just one of her trademarks, a hobby and a tool.
Ah, the wind, the waves, the smell of saltwater, the entire atmosphere of Oahu enthralls her. She lives for the sun, the beaches and the sand, the water. It is all so perfect. The majority of her memory lies out in the ocean, on the sandy island beach. Her daddy, being the fantastic photographer that he is, finds inspiration in his daughters and the Oahu scene. Illi enjoys it too, putting on one of her multiple bathing suits and posing for his portfolio. Her sister and their ‘extended family’, or the Conrad’s and Angelica join in as well, making it a fun photo shoot instead of work. She also loves going sailing with Owen on his mom’s boat. The wind in her hair, being directed by something invisible, the waves underneath the boat. It’s exhilarating. Then, there is surfing. She and her daddy are constantly out, riding the waves. She is not bad either. She loves the rush, the pure feeling of controlling her own destiny. One wrong move, one instance of wrong timing and she’ll go down, but she likes to try and beat the odds.
Illi is interesting in the sense that she enjoys being illusive. Often times, she just sort of pops out of nowhere, often enough, startling the person she appears by. Sometimes, she just wanders away while someone is talking to her and not paying attention. They may be half way through a sentence when they turn around and realize she is just gone. She enjoys keeping things interesting, making people laugh and most of the time, she isn’t doing any of it on purpose. Also, she doesn’t mind getting into people’s ‘bubble’. She likes to talk to people up close, in your face, looking right at your eyes. She will tuck someone’s tag in, even if she has never met them in her entire life, hold her friends hands, no matter the gender, wipe food off someone’s face or fix someone’s hair and tie. It’s funny really, how innocently she does these things, most of the time, without warning. Personal space doesn’t really matter to Illiana and it probably never will. People are just people, like her.
Stanley likes to fly around the house, soar through the open windows of Illi’s house into Owen’s room and back, conveying messages or just for fun. Stanley, is Illiana’s pet flying squirrel. She found him sitting on her desk on day when she was about six years old. He had flown through the open window and he just sat, watching her. After a few months of him hanging around her at will, she named him Stanley and proclaimed him as her own. Now, he even follows her around school and does things most kids owls would do. He is everything to her, as far as a pet goes. In the winter, she wraps him up in her house scarf and takes him with her to the Quidditch games. Secretly, she knows he wishes he could be a Quidditch player but she doesn’t ruin his dreams, even though Quidditch is for witches and wizards only. Sometimes, she wonders if he is her tiny guardian angel but she knows he will always be her teeny tiny best friend.
Likes:
+ Lollipops. ‘They are sweet and circular and sweet and colorful and super sweet. Wait, did I say they were sweet, because they are…’
+ Yo-yoing. ‘I carry them with me wherever I go. When I am in a good mood or when I am in a bad mood or when I am somewhere in between, I pull in out and swing it around. It is sort of second nature.’
+ Rubber Ducks. ‘They are yellow and cute, can take baths with you and squeak when you push down on them.’
+ Bubble gum. ‘Chewy, sweet and you can blow bubbles with it! Yum.’
+ Rain Storms. ‘I just love the smell, the coolness, how still the world gets right before you feel the drops on your skin. It’s almost poetic.’
+ Bubbles. ‘They are like floating round balls of rainbows. It is super!’
+ Walking on the beach. ‘I like the noise the sand makes in between your toes when it is only slightly damp, it makes me giggle.’
+ Yellow. ’Duh, it’s the best color in the world. Besides, it’s the only one that starts with a Y and that is pretty unique.’
+ Colorful things. ‘Color in general just makes me want to smile, gives me energy and makes things so much more interesting!’
+ Meadows full of flowers. ‘As long as there is a breeze, lots of sun and plenty of flowers, it’s a super place to nap or play with my yo-yo.’
+ Smiles and smiling. ‘It’s how you tell people you like them, think they are strange or even that you know something they don’t. It’s mysterious in an obvious way. Besides, smiles are the most attractive part of an attractive boy.’
+ Sunshine. ‘Warm and yellow, how much better could it be?’
+ Singing. ‘I love the sound of my own voice and when other voices join in, it’s like my own piece of heaven. I also love the sound of my voice, but it’s prettier with other voices.’
+ Sailing. ‘It’s oober exhilarating, the wind in your hair, the smell of the ocean, completely in control of your own destination. It’s a way of life. Especially, the wind in my hair and the smell and…I said that already, didn’t I?’
+Sunflowers. “Did you know they can grow to almost seven feet, at least last time I checked they could. They are fascinating.’
+ Sleeping in. ‘I hate waking up in the dark and sitting underneath my covers until someone pulls me out or turns on a light. I would rather just sleep until bird songs and sunshine wake me up, and then I wouldn’t start my day off on a sour note. I hate the dark.’
+ Synchronized Swimming. ‘Swimming is fun but so much more interesting when everyone else is doing the same thing as you, all at the same time! It’s like…fate or something!’
+ Smiley faces. ‘They are like smiles on a paper, a good way to lighten up a note.’
+Surfing. ‘Ever since I was a baby, Daddy had brought me out on the waves and lifted me above his head as we shot through a curl. He says before I could walk I was standing on the board on my own. I guess it just stuck. I have done it since I was a baby. I did it before I could—shoot. Did I say that? Yes, I think I did.’
+ Swing Dancing. ‘A combination of expression and movement and you don’t have to do it alone. Beside all that, the music is phenomenal.’
+Strawberries. ‘Sweet and juicy. Perfect for desert.’
+Strudel. ‘Yummy, I am a morning person and strudel just hits the spot, getting me ready for my day.’
+ Warm Towels. ‘Warm, clean and soft. Perfection.’
+Sock Puppets. ‘They have their own personality! It’s so great; you can express yourself without people thinking you have a split personality.’
+ Bendy Straws. ’That way you don’t have to move the cup, you just stick it in your drink and slurp. It’s elementary and more fun.’
+ Flying Squirrels. ‘His name is Stanley and he is my flying squirrel. I have had him since I was four years old. He is a swell squirrel. His name is Stanley.’
+Spring. ‘New life and flowers, seriously, It’s a super season.’
+ Summer. ‘It contains lots of colors, warm sunshine and sailing, where could you go wrong.’
+ Stars. ‘Little fireflies in the sky. It’s simply cute!’
+The Letter S. ‘It’s just…SUPER!’
Dislikes:
– Soda Pop. ‘The fizz burns my throat and I much prefer water.’
–Spiders. ‘Who has that many eyes and legs, seriously? Ew.’
–Meat. ‘Being a vegetarian, typically, meat is gross. I don’t like meat. I am a vegetarian. Killing animals is wrong. Did I mention I am a vegetarian?’
–Elephants. ‘They are way too big and I get nervous that they would squash you if they got to close. Ha, squash is a fun word, but elephants still scare me.’
–Lightning. ‘It makes your eyes go out of focus and send shivers down your spine, in a bad way. It’s just creepy.’
–Shoes. ‘You can’t hear the sand squeak or feel the coolness of the grass if you are wearing shoes.’
–Laces. ‘I get tired of tying them.’
–Ice. ‘It’s too cold and slippery and I always fall. It’s just an excuse to embarrass yourself.’
–Bumblebees. ‘Although they are yellow, they won’t let you hold them and then they sting you with their stupid little butts. It really hurts!’
–Big Dogs. ‘We had a big dog once. His name was Icibod. He didn’t like me much. His name was Icibod.’
–Skateboarding. ‘There are too many skateboarders in Oahu and every time I walk down a sidewalk, I get run over by them. Why would you want to ride a board with wheels?’
–The dark. ‘It is just so….dark and alone. I just…no. I hate the dark.’
–Fireworks. ‘They may be colorful and all but they are so loud. Too loud. They are colorful though.’
–Goats. ‘Loud and smelly and loud and smelly and gross, loud and smelly.’
–Deep Wells. ‘Darkness plus bad smelling mystery plus icky dampness equals a no go.’
–Scary Movies. ‘Too many things pop out and screaming is no fun. It hurts my throat.’
–Driving. ‘Muggle cars are a waste of time and not a good use of energy.’
–Phone Calls. ‘It is so impersonal and if you get angry, you don’t work it out, you just hang up. I hate it when people hang up on me. Or they just don’t say goodbye. It kinda makes me sad.’
History:
Khepri and Ahmose were a beautiful couple, opposites in every way but so alike. Even their names said it all. ‘Morning sun and Child of the Moon,’ but they were perfect for each other. Both, being raised in a strange and fairly new culture, they grew to know what the perfect family was to be, a family that was accepted, a family that would be normal. A husband, a wife, a daughter and a son. Nothing more, nothing less. When they were joined in marriage, they knew what to expect. The perfect family. And that was exactly what they got. Babafemi Madu Isis was born first; a beautiful baby boy would grow to be built athletically and strong. Then, came the beautiful Cleopatra Illiana Isis, Cleo to everyone she knew. She was born a cool morning, not quiet late enough for the sun. The room in which they had resided was cool, filled with soft blue lights, cast by Ahmose, floating around the room. Baby Cleo came into the world gently and silently. She was curious and shy, interested in the world around her. As she grew, so did her mind, becoming rather intelligent for her age. She surpassed her peers with knowledge and beauty, caring less about boys and more about what was out there in the world for her. Her childhood was filled with knowledge and magic and she excelled at everything she did. Growing up in Egypt under her parents’ strange culture, she too took up the idea of an acceptable, perfect family. Before she knew it, she had graduated Beauxbatons Academy of Magic and was daydreaming of her future. Then, she met Asher.
Asher Marius Rayne grew up in South Detroit with two loving parents and three beautiful little sisters. Angela and Andrew, his muggle musical fanatic parents, were gifted wizards. Both were talented within their own magical capabilities, both using their magic as a gift and not a priority. They taught their children to respect magic and to use it when necessary, though they choose the life of an actor and not that of a full time wizard. Growing up, the children were indulged in magic and in music, freedom and self esteem. Asher was the most free-spirited of the bunch. At a very young age, he did beautiful magic, making flowers grow at random, making the tide slash up against Andrew on their warm family vacations. Magic, to the entire family, was just for pleasure and not for anything more. Asher soon found that there was more to it than just flowers and waves. It was a dark morning, like all the rest, as the Rayne children set out on foot for elementary school. Abby, the youngest, strode out first, finding that she felt more in control than the rest if she did so but she was only seven years old. Allison and Amanda giggled to themselves about how silly their little sister truly was. Asher, taking up the rear, smiled as he always did. Relatively, he was an unusually happy boy. The small clan walked on, minding their own business and going about their routine. Abby dropped to the ground suddenly and Asher and the other girls stopped, Asher asked what was wrong. Abby needed to tie her shoe and she told them to go on, she would catch up. Asher shook his head, pushing the other two ahead, giggling at Abby’s forced independence. The three had only taken a few steps when they heard gun shots. Asher whipped around in time to see his sister falling to the ground. He saw the light leave her beautiful hazel eyes and felt the hot tears rise to his. Thinking quickly, he had grabbed his two remaining sisters by the collars and shoved them into a doorway. Another gunshot sounded and he yelled to the girls to stay put. Running to Abby’s side, he pulled his wand out and without a word, the quickly falling gangs were blown backward, slamming into the walls and falling into the street on the opposite sides. Asher grabbed his sister and cradled her lifeless body in his arms, crying uncontrollably. Finally, he picked the small, cold body up and shouted to his sisters. The three ran through the streets until they were in their tiny loft. His parents locked themselves in a room with Abby for over two days, leaving ten year old Asher to care for his grieving sisters. Their household had changed after that. Asher, now aware of the power of magic, decided that he had to pursue it, at least for a while. His sisters also followed his belief. Finally, he had his chance. Two letters had come by owl, one from Durmstrang, the other from Hogwarts. Asher, unaware of the difference beside the gender allowance, choose Hogwarts. Before he knew it, he was in school, excelling at anything and everything he could get his hands on. He worked hard to impress he professors and made many valuable friends along the way. Then, graduation came. He didn’t think he could go back to his broken family and he began to really understand how short life truly was. Packing up all of his belongings, he and two other boys who had become very close to him traveled the world. They traveled almost 5 years to Italy, Spain, Portugal, Mexico, Ireland, Greece, Pompeii, Alaska, Canada, China, Taiwan and then, Egypt.
He walked along the detailed structures of the Ancient Egyptians, studying the writing, the architecture—everything. Running his fingertips along the dusty, sand covered buildings, the heat sent him into a daze and he watched the heat waves dance across the dirty streets. People shouted out, selling and peddling, donkeys brayed and a baby was crying somewhere in the mix. His eyes wandered aimlessly, studying the faces of the sun-kissed natives. The two, tall men by his side, his oldest companions, laughed loudly and joyfully, careless of the stares they received. Asher kept himself quiet, swept away with the natural magic this place had. Eyes grazing the crowd, he came across a very tall, plump man wearing a bright purple vest across a bare chest with a deep brown colored pair of pants. He had a bushy mustache and intimidating dark eyes. Asher cleared his throat, looking away from the man, a little afraid of him to be completely honest. He looked down a long alley and was distracted by a long legged cat when his companions’ laughter stopped abruptly. Blinking, Asher looked up at them and almost laughed out loud at his best friends’ cliché expressions. Their mouths hung open, drool sliding from their lips and their eyes were wide with wonder. Asher’s gaze followed theirs and he quickly understood why they looked so ridiculous. Behind the intimidating man stood an Egyptian goddess, or so he believed. The moment he saw her, his heart stopped and he was hooked. Her eyes met his and he melted into them. Golden and bright, her hair falling in soft brown curls down her back, gold material caressing her subtle curves and wrapping around her slender body. Her cheeks darkened slightly as they starred at each other and then she smiled, glancing at her feet. Asher’s eyes stayed glued to the golden angel’s face. His brow was sweaty and he quickly wiped it away as her eyes moved back to lock with his again. Smiling this time, he moved his fingers nervously by his side and eventually lifted his hand and waved. ’God,’ he thought, ’here I am, waving, like a fucking idiot!!’ Emmbarassed, he forced his hand down into his pocket. She giggled to herself. His stomach flipped and his feet moved forward, his eyes never leaving hers. The man in front of the angel turned to look at her and then back to him. Suddenly, he burst out into the loudest chuckle Asher could have dreamed of and then he pushed the beauty out from behind him. She never looked away from Asher. Slowly, Ash moved to lean against the wall, missing it by a few inches and tumbling backward unexpectedly. He hit the ground hard, dust and sand thrown into the air floated gently down to land in his hair and on his clothes. He sat, dumbstruck and starred at the ground. Blinking, he noticed a small hand outstretched to him and he looked to see who it belonged to. His mouth dropped. Her smiling face glowed and every nerve ending in his fingertips threatened to explode with excitement as he took her hand in his. Nearly floating back to his feet, she starred at her in awe. She didn’t let go of his hand but let it swing loosely by their side. She smiled, glancing down at their hands and quietly said, “I am Cleo.” He starred, at a loss for words and gasping for breath at the sound of her voice. His mouth dropped open but nothing came out but empty air. She giggled again and he blinked wildly, attempting to remember his name. Finally, he nearly spat “Asher. My name is Asher.” Her smile softened and she nodded. “It is nice to meet you Asher.” The way she said his name made him shiver.
Two Years Later.
The wind was steady and cool, rocking the big boat back and forth. She was warm in his arms, her back against his chest and head nestled into his shoulder. The waves crashed rhythmically against the walls and the sails bustled in the night air. Asher stuck his face into her soft hair, taking a deep breath through his nose. Sweet honey and summer air. Smiling, his arms tightened around her and they looked up at the stars together. They didn’t speak, just sat quietly in the ocean. It was peaceful. It always was with Cleo. She took a deep breath as a star shot brightly across the black sky. She looked up at him and he smiled. ”Asher,” she asked, ” What would you do for me?” He blinked, eyebrows furrowing. ”Anything.” Her expression was soft as she smiled and looked back to the night sky. ”Would you…sail the world for me?” Asher laughed, ”Of course.” She smiled and he stuck his hand in his pocket, feeling around for something.
A cold February morning, Asher woke to a wet bed and Cleo springing up from beneath the sheets. “I did NOT pee!” she exclaimed and the two laughed together, rather loudly. Only three hours later, Isis Abigail Rayne was born; nine pounds, four ounces, twelve inches long. She had deep golden eyes and skin like her mother, a beaming smile like her father. Cleo was more than ecstatic, whipping her wand out the moment they had gotten home, lighting the baby’s room up and tinting the walls a bright gold. Asher just laughed, holding his new daughter in his arms. Color streaked the walls and the white room was no longer. The baby sat quietly and watched her mother in awe. The nights passed and Asher noticed that Isis enjoyed the night much more than the day. The strange thing about it was that, she slept more in the morning and afternoon but lay peacefully in her crib at night, as long as she could see the stars. Eventually, Ash built her a moon roof which she seemed to enjoy very much. Soon, March came and Asher woke one morning to an empty bed. Hearing an unpleasant noise in the bathroom, he went to check on Cleo. She said she had been in the bathroom all morning, puking. A little over protective of his daughter’s health, he sent Cleo to the hospital to be treated and find out if whatever she had was contagious. When Cleo returned, she came bearing wonderful news. She wasn’t ill, but with child. Asher’s face lit up, surprised by how suddenly their family would blossom and the simple fact that he would soon have a son. Over the next couple months, Asher’s enthusiasm grew with his wife’s belly and daughter’s personality. Finally, the day came to find out how his little boy was growing, and set a possible due date. The long awaited ultrasound.
Asher sat quietly, shaking almost uncontrollably. Everything around him was falling apart and no one around him seemed to notice. Isis slept quietly in her crib, motionless beside her lungs slowly rising and falling He watched her and concentrated. Everything in his mind was bouncing around uncontrollably and he needed to center it, to focus on one thing at a time. Isis. Little Isis. He had created her, had given her life. She was a living, breathing human being. She was part of him. He would never chose to lose her. Never. His mind jumped to his childhood, to his parents locking themselves away in a room with the child they had lost. Lost unwillingly. He slammed his eyes shut, tears escaping them for his baby sister. He didn’t expect Cleo to understand. She had grown up with a ‘perfect family’. She never experienced loss. Now, she was ready to lose something she barely had. Ash swallowed hard. He had pleaded with her, begged and got on his knees but still, Cleo had decided to kill the life living inside of her. His breath sped as he thought about this, realizing what he would have to do. He was going to have to make a choice. Cleo or his unborn daughter. Yes, daughter. Cleo was to have a baby girl and she refused to accept that. She had been raised on such strict rules that she was willing to kill a living creature to start over and get what she needed. She was willing to kill his daughter. He had to make a choice and it would be the hardest choice he would ever have to make. He only wished she wouldn’t have forced him to choose. To choose between two he loved was like choosing between his heart and his soul. His hands were shaking, his heart pounding and he was scared but sooner or later, he had to do it. Swallowing hard, he stood and crossed the room to lean against the doorway, looking into his bedroom. Cleo sat, brushing her hair calmly in the mirror. He knew this would be the last pleasant moment he would have with her. He had made his choice. Cleo set the brush down on her vanity and replaced it with her wand. She moved slow but deliberate, pointing the wand at her swollen belly. She was going to make the choice for him yet, he was about to let her. Pointing his wand he shouted, “Expelliarmus!” and her wand flew out of the open window. A multitude of spells issued from his angered lips before she could even looked surprised. Before she could move, she was in the bed, unable to move from that spot. There was nothing left in the room, nothing she could utilize to change his decision. She couldn’t take away his daughter. She glared at Ash, outraged and spoke acidically, “Ash, it is either me or her.” He ground his teeth together but said nothing. Taking a step backward toward the door and she shouted. “I’ll leave you Asher! You choose her and you lose me forever!” How could she call the baby her when she was about to kill the child? It only made her seem more real, more…alive. Another step backward and she cried out, “You shut me in here and the moment you let me out, I’ll be gone. You will never see me again!” This is what he hoped wouldn’t have happened but he knew deep down that it would. In a deep, numb voice he replied, “I know my dear, I know.” He shut the door quietly and moved back into Isis’ room. Starring down at her bright sleeping face, he thought. He had made the right decision, as hard as it was, as hard as it would be to go through with it. He had chosen his heart over his soul. He was damned but he was still right.
[/b] “Isis, I am sorry you have to grow up without a mother, she would have been good for you. But, your sister is more important.” [/b] She looked up at him blankly, the smiled. He took comfort in her young age, knowing she wouldn’t have to understand enough to have to deal with the truth. He heard someone shouting and his gazed snapped away from Isis to the doorway. A nurse stood, slightly out of breath and he tipped his head up to summon her to speak. “Her water broke. The midwives are tending to her now. Miss Cleo requested you remain outside the room. We will bring you your daughter the moment she is born,” she finished coldly. Ash laughed, “Miss Cleo will be glad to know that I was not intending on entering the room at any time. Bring my daughter the very moment she takes her first breath of air. Then, the three of us will be on our way.” The nurse looked at him, puzzled. Asher stood, beginning to smile, “I have bought a home, Cleo will remain here for as long as she wishes.” A scream echoed through the hall and the nurse hurried off. Asher bundled Isis in a soft, warm, pink baby blanket and laid her on the chair he had been seated on. Waving his wand, everything in the room vanished, meaning to reappear in their new home. He did well not to mention the location of where they would be living, seeing as he was afraid Cleo would attempt to reclaim Isis. Another scream but this time it was followed by a sweet cry. Asher’s head snapped up and he was beaming. Seconds later, the nurse returned with his precious child in hand. She passed her to him and cradled her gently, noting her golden skin and silk brown eyes. She was her mother, only smaller and with less hair. Wrapping her in a yellow blanket, he whispered, “I love you, Illiana Apiphany. I always will.” He smiled as he said this. Her name meant so much more than she would ever know. Scooping up Isis with his remaining arm, her face nesting into her pink blanket, he walked to the doorway. Stopping next to the nurse, he turned his face and spoke quietly, “Is she…alright?” She nodded and he nodded back, walking down the hall, down the spiraling stairs and out of the door. Never would he return to that house and neither would his girls. His girls. God, he loved that. His breath was steady, his mind sound. He stepped up onto a train headed to the ferry that would take him to Oahu. As he took a seat, he thought to himself. Never would he keep their mother from them. Never would they meet her either. He only wished things had been different. Not for him, but for the angel he had called his wife. The angel who betrayed the heavens above to follow a tradition. He would have a piece of her, a constant reminder of his beloved. She, on the other hand, would have nothing. Nothing but the easily erased stretch marks across her outstretched skin. In some ways though, she was the lucky one.[/blockquote]
Two Months Later.
Cleo had been quiet that night, the summer air being replaced by much more crisp, fall air. Asher rocked young Isis in his arms, watching the nurses go in and out of his pregnant wife’s bedroom. He was excited and completely depressed for the upcoming event. His baby girl would be born soon but he would lose his soul mate at the same moment. In some ways, he had already lost her. The moon outside was bright and full, little Isis reaching out and grabbing at it playfully. Her hair had grown much longer into a deep golden blonde and he ran his fingers through it ruefully. Whispering into her tiny ear, he apologized,
Four Years Later.
The sea wind was blowing softly as he sat on the cool sand, watching the little ones running up and down the beach. Isis and Angelica were facing each other, hand in hand, spinning and giggling hysterically. Illiana, Owen and Ondrea were dancing in little circles, laughing and then letting themselves fall onto the sand. Asher smiled, looking over at Ophelia, Owen’s mother. The two smiled and shook their heads, seeing their children goofing around. Ever since Asher moved his precious girls to Oahu, he had never regretted it. Moving in next door to the Conrad family was the best decision he had ever made, seeing as Ophelia practically adopted them. He had a great respect and admiration of Ophelia. Owen wasn’t much older than Illiana, both new borns and Ash knew they were good people from the beginning. Opus and Oscar ran up and down the beach, throwing a football back and forth and shouting. Everyone was excited because Ash had gotten a job, and one he loved at that, and he was taking everyone out for lunch in town that day. He became the owner of photography and modeling business on the island. It was perfect. Not a lot of magic required but the editing could get interesting. He enjoyed showing people how he saw the world and his portfolio had started with his two beautiful daughters. Although Illiana had attached herself to the Conrad family, particularly Owen, Isis had found a new friend. Angelica Vogel. She was the little blonde on the opposite side of the house. Both clicked instantaneously so naturally, Angelica went where Isis went. That was how it was. Asher stood and called out to the children, forfeiting his attention to his beautiful daughter. Illi smiled up at her father, her eyes sparkling as he spoke of going into town. Giggling, she grabbed Owen’s hand and they ran to the Oldsmobile parked out in front of the house. All of the families bound to the vehicles and piled in and they were off. She loved going into town, loved all the people, the laughter, the colors and the energy. The day went beautifully, Oscar attempting to juggle four tomatoes and staining his white shirt, Oliver lifting her up onto his shoulders and Owen rising up beside her on Ondrea’s, Isis on Daddy’s shoulders. She was so happy. They walked along the busy streets, Illiana’s hand in Owen’s, both gazing at the bright clothing in the shop windows, then at the shoreline on the opposite side of the streets. Illi was mostly people watching, learning as she watched. Finally, she saw a beautiful woman who looked oddly familiar, someone she might have known before. She was tall, a little shorter than Daddy. Her eyes were dark brown and she was smiling like she was the happiest woman in the world. In her hand was another man’s. They looked like they were on top of the world together. Ondrea took Illi’s opposite hand lightly, still laughing with Olivia about something she didn’t know. Illi just starred at the woman, trying to figure out how she knew her. In one of the woman’s arms was a small baby and a little boy walked alongside the man. The boy looked a lot like her. Illi stopped, head tilting. Who was she? Ondrea’s hand tightened suddenly and so did Illi’s concentration. Then, the answer hit her like a speeding train. She may have only been four years old, but she was extremely intelligent. The woman was her mother, the mother who abandoned her family the day she was born. The woman who had left because Illi wasn’t enough for her. The woman she had seen pictures of but never met. Illi froze dropping Owen’s hand and swallowing hard. The woman looked up and she stopped too, wide eyed and distressed. Isis had fallen asleep in her daddy’s arms but he was suddenly very aware of who was standing in front of him. Illi glanced up at Ondrea who was also wearing a face of recognition. ”Is that mommy?” Illi said quietly and Cleo’s eyes began to water. She knew. Illi let go of Ondrea’s hand and ran, ran as fast as she could. She couldn’t ruin her family again. Owen had ran after, closely followed by Ondrea and her Daddy. Owen caught her and Asher scooped both of them up. Illi began to cry violently and Ondrea took little Owen in her arms, letting Ash comfort his distraught daughter. For days, Illi sat in a chair or wherever Ash would place her, starring into the distance, without a word. No one could get it. Ophelia finally asked Owen to go and talk with Illi. He took her hand and spoke to her for a moment and then she smiled. Owen had gotten through and it seemed as though she was back to normal. Days later, they realized something serious had taken place inside of Illiana’s mind, as self preservation, it had shut down her short term memory. She had forgotten what had happened with her mother. She could only remember everything before that. She was still intelligent, good with facts and schooling, excelling at it really. The simple things though, what she had said a moment ago, where she was going, how to get there, people’s names and faces, they were lost often. Owen seemed to be the only one that allowed Illi’s memory to stick. It seemed as though he was the only trigger she had to remember things and she knew she would never let herself lose him. He was the only one she felt she really needed, the only one who was always there.
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**One of my favorite Brielle Posts, the thread in the Astronomy tower with Wes Carrington. Enjoy!**
Take a deep breath, it's your decision.
The sensation was like flying, and soon, she truly was. Her feet weren't touching the ground, her head spinning and soaring. Her lips were moving in sync with his, gentle and passionate. Her eyes were closed, listening to the night breeze and the sound of his hands pulling away from the fabric of her dress. The candles filled her lungs with pure heaven and she was lifted higher into the air, his muscles pressing against her skin underneath her legs and back. She held him tight, making sure he didn't disappear, as everything else that mattered seemed to. She couldn't lose one second of tonight. She attempted to push away her knowledge of Wes' history, knowing that this would only happen once, but she was willing to risk it. To risk everything, for him. He was warm, strong and above all, extremely sexy. Wes himself was overwhelming. Everything about him sent her into a shaking frenzy, taking her mind away from everything else. Yes, she was nervous but she wouldn't let that get in her way. Slowly, she was sinking and, just as soon as she had noticed the strange decline, her body was being embedded in the softest of blankets. One minute she was in him arms, the next, lying next to him, peering up into his smoldering eyes. Slowly, her mind wandered to a tiny memory. She had been young, naive to everything and anything. She was sitting on the floor, looking up and admiring the great piano that had been placed in the middle of the foyer. She had heard her mother enter the room. Brielle had turned around to see that she was nearly glowing, her smile reaching far across her face. Her father had walked slowly into the room after her, taking her hand and spinning her about the room. Finally, he had pulled her in close to him and looked into her eyes. Brielle smiled as the memory faded, realizing that Wes looked at her the same way. This was real. Wes was real, in all emotion and physicality. Tonight was one-hundred percent...real. She smiled at him as he bent over the bed and pulled out a beautiful guitar, similar to hers but probably tuned better. He didn't say a word, just looked down at the strings and began to play. She closed her eyes and took in the lyrics. She smiled slightly, thinking about how strange but similar these words were to her own feelings. It was beautiful, like him. His voice made her skin tingle, every crevice affected. She was glad she could always feel connected to Wes, just by think of the song he was singing. When the wind blows, she would think of this night and, she would smile. Softly, he finished the song, pausing and taking in the harmonic silence.
She smiled at him, once again, speechless. How did you describe something so beautiful? Something words just couldn't fully describe. She sighed very softly. He gently scooped her hands into his and rested them in his lap. She starred at them with him, wondering what he could be thinking about. She wondered if he could be as happy as she was, if anyone else had ever felt this way with him, if he had felt this way with anyone else. Everything just, fit. It didn't necessarily seem... right, but it didn't matter anymore. She could care less what was right. She needed Wes and from what she could see, he needed her too. Finally, he looked up into her curious eyes and slid her close to him. His hands moved from hers, one her hair, the other to her knee. Her hands both slipped to his chest, sitting comfortably there. The next thing she knew, he was kissing her, caressing her. Bri's heart raced and a thousand butterflies poured out of her all at once. She couldn't feel anything else anymore, couldn't smell the sweet candles or feel the night air, and couldn’t even hear the cricket's songs. It was just Wes. Almost quickly, she pushed his jacket off, instinctively pushing it to the floor. he laughed a little and her heart nearly beat out of her chest. Then, he pulled away, leaving her suspended and confused for only moments. She closed her eyes as she felt his hands make their way up her thighs, past her stomach, pulling her shirt over her head. Thought was nearly impossible now. Opening her eyes, she found her hands already pushing off his shirt and placing it with her dress on the floor. A shiver sped down her spine, leaving her breathless. Slowly, he laid her down and was on top of her, seeming weightless, kissing her intensely. Her hands ran up his back, caressing the contours of his shoulder blades. His hands slid up her back as well, and she kissed her more passionately, nerves tightening her stomach muscles. The hold on her bra went lose but he didn't remove it. He pulled away from her slightly and she opened her eyes to observe what he might be thinking. He was looking into her eyes, slightly concerned and she wondered if he had noticed the muscles in her body tighten. 'Are you sure you want to do this? She paused, letting her mind process before she said the wrong thing. Making an executive decision not to speak at all, she nodded, eliminating her nerves completely. Her eyes slipped closed and felt him lean in again, no longer holding back. This was what she wanted.________________________________________________
She dreamt she was high above the clouds, sunshine on her face, music floating around her. There was a familiar voice in her ear. She could feel soft lips gently stroking her face, coxing her to notice. The voice wanted her to open her eyes, to wake up. Taking in a deep breath, Brielle opened her eyes to a dimly lit room. The white sheet around her chest was soft and cool, the sunlight caressing her face slightly. Her body felt somewhat sore but energized, like it was brand new. She blinked a little, taking in her surroundings. She was still in the astronomy tower? Another deep breath. She felt a hand stroking her back, relaxing every muscle in her body. Her smile brightened and she moved herself to face Wes. He was already wearing his clothes, to her dismay, his face glowing. She looked in his eyes and could see her reflection, glowing too. "Good Morning," she whispered, "Sleep well?" Giggling quietly, she rubbed her eyes with her lower palms face up. As she moved her left hand to his cheek, she whispered, "I did." Opening her eyes a little more, she noticed something shining and she glanced to see what it was. There, on her finger, was a ring. It was beautiful. Sparkling silver and absolutely entrancing. She tilted her head slightly, just admiring it when she realized she hadn't been wearing it before. She had never seen it before that moment. Her eyebrows furrowed very little as she innocently admired it. She smiled a little and said, "Wes? What is this?" As soon as the words had left her mouth, she knew. But, it didn't make sense. It wasn't possible. It couldn't be. She blinked, still bewildered as her mind took a moment to comprehend what was happening. Was Wes...proposing? Her mouth fell open slightly, her smile replaced by a confused and concerned look. He seemed serious. He was serious. Did he really want to marry her? At seventeen years old? He hadn't even noticed her before, nor took the time to get to know her. And now? Now, he wanted to...marry her? Her eyes widened and she pulled her hand away from his face. "Wes," she said with a little more urgency. A hard lump formed in the back of her throat, afraid of what she was actually thinking. She didn't even know what she was thinking. But she did. That was the problem. She couldn't be thinking that way. Why was she thinking that way? Her stomach sunk and she knew she had made a mistake. A huge mistake. She didn't love Wes. She never had. Her heart belonged to someone else. It always has. She just didn't understand until that moment. But, he didn't want her. Arthur never wanted her. He never would. Now the question was, could she learn to love Wes or would she refuse to lie to him and settle for being alone? Brielle stopped breathing and froze.
What had she done?
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And Finally - -
I, Jessica Lisbeth, have read the rules, understand clearly what my responsibilities are now that I am joining ISS, and will abide by these standards set by the staff.[/color][/blockquote]
