this will not be the last time. [r]

[intosh]

i want to be your love,
i want to make you cry

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The letters had arrived only a day apart, her sister’s and her’s. They were ladies now, finally achieving such a status in the school of Milan. Her father approved of their ascending to such a status - how could he not? He had been the one that forced them to apply there and supplied the money to send them there - and sent them off to their individual meeting places to meet with their butlers. Vivianne could not see the acquisition of someone to wait on her as a bad thing. The life she led was full of demands and harsh, critical rule; she would just have more time to practice for her future job with someone to follow her around. But, who knew what the other was like. If he was a complacent dog, it’d be rather infuriating and tiresome. She wanted someone who would fight back, someone she’d have to break in.

“Well, I’ll be off now.” Her hand gave a careful wave and she slipped out of the house before her parental figure could demand that she take someone with her. On the veranda she gave her mother a kiss on the cheek as she departed, one of the loose signs of affection that’d she bestow on any of her family. Otherwise she’d be throwing chairs and kicking up couches at others, her violence a way of making them know that she cared. But with her mother, it was a different story. The only way she knew such a woman could be married to a guy like her father was by the wit of her tongue and the sharpness of her slaps when serious. In the kind of world she married into, such random acts of aggression were the only ways to survive.

Glancing down at her paper, she read the note again quickly. Why would… this wasn’t even cool at all. Her feet had to take her down to the cathedral in town, the Duomo, and she felt a slight rush of uncertainty. The only reason she was feeling such was because she had beaten some kid up down there before, and she was pretty sure some of the monks had caught a look at her face. She’d just have to… avoid getting looked at, then. Maybe the same monks weren’t even there anymore. She knew there was no shift system in the church, but perhaps they had to do some kind of religious venture and had left the grand church for some nature hike. It was a hope and dream, but the dark-haired woman willed it to be so.

Waving a hand for the car to stop while she crossed the street, Vivianne found herself staring up at the gothic architecture of the cathedral, brown eyes curiously drawing across each line. Her steps were quiet in the vastness of the church as she drew her inside, seating herself at the back, in the very last pew. There were no services going on at the moment, so everything was in an ominous silence. Why did the school have to send them to such a spacious place to meet for the first time? Was it really necessary?

Hiding her face as a monk came around to each person and spoke gently with them; the girl hoped that she was not going to be kicked out for her petty crimes that he had committed on the outside.

and sweep you off your feet,
i want to hurt your pride

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words: don't feel like pressing 'word count' on word. 8U
muse: it's there.
notes: ohmyyy. I dunno. I just chose a random place for them to meet. n___n Hopefully this isn't too bad.
lyrics: Gallery Piece by Of Montreal.

[mem]

Darling read my l i p s
"We're Going Down like sinking ships"

That letter.

The letter that decreed he would be trapped forever underneath a woman's will arrived in the mall earlier that morning. Or was it late last night? Urg.. the nights and days were blurring together, he needed to get a proper nights sleep. Well, basically, the night that declared his doom was sent to him in a pretty little envelope that kindly stated where he was supposed to meet his lady and at what time. As if it couldn't get anymore annoying that they just couldn't meet at the school they made them go off to an off site location. Let alone the contents of the letter! Don't get him started on such B.S. Saying that he was a special case butler so he was to be given a special case Lady, great, what did that mean?! That he was stupid?! These school people were making a mockery of him... how annoying.

Well... he wasn't going to be on time, unlike some grand people he didn't have the paid luxury of riding around in a nice little car everywhere. Sure, he knew how to drive, every young adult his age knew how to drive around, it's just.. have you not seen the cost for a car and the insurance?! It's ridiculous!! Besides, it's Italy, who really drives around in car in Italy for christ sakes? He didn't need to guess, but he already knew his lady did. All those rich folk did.

By the time he reached the Duomo it was fifteen minutes after the meeting time. How wonderful, he hoped the girl he was supposed to take care of had patience or it was going to be one hell of a long service.

He quietly managed his way into the eerily quite cathedral, nodding at the monks that scurried their way around he place like pleasant little mice. How long has it been since he visited this gothic church? Years probably, the last time he remembered he was with his parents which was so long ago. The memories of church never leave you though, somehow he still managed to remember how boring and how annoyingly quite it was in this large, beautiful place. This girl better still be here or someone better be around to get yelled at.

He quickly took a pew in the back, uttered a small prayer then sat down. He fiddled with the zipper at the bottom of his jacket to keep him amused, only looking up every once in a while to pretend to do something if a monk came over to whisper blessings towards him. The last time he looked up though something struck him odd, he recognized a back of a head of someone he knew and struck it as odd. He never took her as a church person. She seemed more like a satanist.

A small, wicked smirk played on his lips as he bent down to pick up a small rock that was kicked indoors by the ever going traffic and once a monk wasn't looking his way, he tossed it at the girls head. Merely to get her to throw a fit or yell. The moment he threw it, he knelt down on the ground and pretended to pray even speaking out loud, "Oh Bless me lord for I have sinned... alot in my lifetime." Or at least that's what Vivianne should be praying to him.

I'm not the type of gent to play these
type of games with you

muse: blarg
words: to lazy to look
Lyrics: Lust be a Lady -- Kidnap In Color
Notes: bwahahaha?
Tagged: Mac 8U

[intosh]

i want to be your love,
i want to make you cry

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Aha! Luck was certainly on her side - at least in the aspect of the monks not recognizing her. On the other hand, her ‘butler’ was not being very gentlemanly with his distinct lateness. Fifteen minutes had passed since she had arrived, an interval of time in which she had to pretend that she was praying consistently and ward off any monk that tried to sell her some kind of religious icon. It came to her as an annoyance that he simply could just got show up on time, but hadn’t she wished for someone that challenged her? Someone that she could whip into shape? Yes, all of those had been expressed as a desire, and now they were all being fulfilled. Time to start cracking that whip.

Just as she was brushing off another religious worker, smiling with her face concealed behind her hand, she was hit in the back of the head with a rock. A rock. How the hell did she end up getting hit in the head with a rock inside of a church? This made no sense to her, none at all, and as gave a little burst of her voice at the pain that fluttered about in her head, “Who—” And just as she turned her head to slap the face of whoever had picked up the assaulting item, the voice of Dante rang loud and clear over to her ears.

Of course she knew who he was, she had too. The shine of white hair over the rest of the masses, that grating tone that hid his secrets. The one and only Dante, the one who her sister had (somehow) befriended as a child. The one that she secretly still pined over. And… what was he doing in the cathedral? Unless… no. She snapped up and forced herself over to where he was kneeling, giving a half-assed prayer as to conceal his crime. She was fairly inclined to just kick him in the back and see him crumble before him, but she let the desire pass like a breath of air. There were people here. Watching.

“You have, and you’ve just committed one more. Apologize,” she raised her head a little, tilting it back in that domineering way that she held herself. She would ask him what he was doing there, why he would happen to be in the same breathing space as she, but the time for that would come. First he had to give her an apology for the throbbing bump that was starting to form on the back of her head.

and sweep you off your feet,
i want to hurt your pride

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words: don't feel like pressing 'word count' on word. 8U
muse: it's there.
notes: ohohohohoho.
lyrics: Gallery Piece by Of Montreal.

[mem]

Darling read my l i p s
"We're Going Down like sinking ships"

Dante looked up at her, a serene looking expression across his face, acting as if he never committed a crime in his life. Such a lie."I have no idea what your talking about Vivianne, I think it should be you saying such a thing, disturbing my prayer time. completely ruining my one-on-one time with god." He mused, raising an eyebrow at her as if he was skeptic at her reasoning.

He was such a dirty little lair. Of course he threw the rock, he was the only one behind her basically, excluding an old man and a monk who was watching the two cautiously, as if they were about to break out in a fight right in the middle of church. Problem was, the monk's eyes were boring into his neck, making him feel a little hot under the collar. "But..." He paused in mid-sentence to stand up and look down on her, the height difference between the two was always fun to mess around with. When he was sitting she could look down at him, but when he was standing she had to look up at him and he could look down at her with a wicked smile on his lips. "But if you want a sorry I can easily take a beautiful girl like you out to get some ice cream or some sweets." He teased, already knowing she would reject the offer.

Besides, he couldn't be running around Italy for such a girl, he had to wait for his lady, who must of not been here... or something. How amusing, maybe this girl was a ditz.

His smile left his face as he let out a sigh and shook his head, "Unlike you, I have important business to attend too, you know.. the butler kind? Yeah, I don't need you making this day even worse." He sat back down on the uncomfortable pew and casually ignored her, trying to think of what his lady would loo--. Wait.

No. He refused. Not this... this vile creature.

He immediately scooted what seemed to be 5 feet away from her, shook his head, and pointed at her like she was a disease walking. "Don't tell me, you're my lady." He said, receiving a quite hush from quite a few people in response. No, he refused. This girl... this girl was just so annoying and troublesome. She needed a military general to whip her into a pretty rich princess that will be one of the queen brats, not him. His sanity won't stand it.

I'm not the type of gent to play these
type of games with you

muse: pretty good actually
words: to lazy to look
Lyrics: Lust be a Lady -- Kidnap In Color
Notes: oi boi
Tagged: Mac 8U

[intosh]

i want to be your love,
i want to make you cry

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“Ha, like god would even bother with someone like you,” her arms were firmly pressed across her chest, head tilted to the side at the comment to heighten her look of disbelief. “The only reason he’d attend to you was to give you a ticket to hell in person.” She had never been a fan of Dante’s personality, or person in general, but she had had to deal with him on earlier occasions and certainly she could do the same here. There was no reason to be getting that itch of violence under her skin in a place like this, where people were watching and hoping to live in peace. Certainly, in the future, there would be a time where she could kick him in the ass and be on her merry way with no one to object but the one she had assaulted, though he’d be too busy nursing his sore backside to do anything to her.

However, the feeling of domination over the kneeling other was loosened when he rose, and stood a head over her, sneering down with that look of victory. It had always disturbed her how she could be so in control of a situation one moment, from one angle, and then have it turn almost completely on its head when the other stood onto his full height. The arms that were tightly pushed to cross along her chest loosened a little and a scowl of defeat curled her lips in the negative direction. Why was he so damn tall? She still remembered the days when she had still been above him on the scale, still been able to reach down her hand and tussle his hair in a tad more violent gesture than what was normal. This irked her, this height difference.

“Please, save your romancing for someone who is looking for it,” she declined his mock-offer with a twisted look of near-disgust on her face. There was a wave of her hand, a roll of her eyes. Why was she still talking to him? Where was her ‘butler’? Such a good quality for a butler, being late to a meeting. Not so good at first impressions, probably some dimwit that they thought would be able to handle being with her. Oh, how people always were so bad at judging.

Watching him take a seat, she almost smiled at the reaffirmation of her tallness over him, though such an easy high would easily falter when he stood again. He spoke of something - butler business - and she nodded her head with a glance around the interior, looking for someone who stood out in a gentlemanly, butler-ish way. No one fit the bill.

“I also have some business to attend to. Lady—”

Wait. Her fingers immediately twitched, her head turning to look at the white-haired other in front of her. The indifferent line of her lips began to move downward, her face nearly falling off of her skull. He had butler business he was attending; she had lady business to be attending. They were both in the Duomo, waiting for something - someone. And… she closed her eyes for a moment to drag it all in.

They were waiting for each other.

“Don’t point your finger at me!” she cried out, outraged at the fact that she had just learned. “Yes, yes. We’re butler and lady and I don’t want to believe it. Show me your letter, show me.” Her voice was cross, demanding his attention and his actions. Her own fumbled in her pocket, pulling forth the fine-printed, delicate invitation that she had been addressed to have in the mail. Everyone wanted one, she had received one. He had received one. No. No. No. She had wanted someone to kick into shape, to reform, but not Dante. Oh, god.

and sweep you off your feet,
i want to hurt your pride

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words: don't feel like pressing 'word count' on word. 8U
muse: it's there.
notes: ohshiiiii. and so begins the strangeness.
lyrics: Gallery Piece by Of Montreal.

[mem]

Darling read my l i p s
"We're Going Down like sinking ships"

No. No. No. No. No. No. He refused. He denied this. He was going to send the letter back to the butler people and revoke his license. He didn't want this. This girl... this girl wasn't even human! She had to be a devil in disguise. Yes, she had to be there was no other explanation for what she is. "What letter? Did I say butler business? I ment Dante business. Yeah, I need to talk to the preacher here..." He lied through his teeth, shoving his hand into his pocket and clutching the wrinkled letter.

It was no use now. She knew, he knew that they were supposed to be butler and lady. There was no denying it and there was no hope in avoiding the situation. He would end up being this girl's slave. She would train him like a dog and keep going at things until he was as loyal as a little puppy. She had another thing coming though, he wasn't that easy to break, and this dog loved to bite back. "Here!" He growled at her as he shoved his letter into her hands and then sulked in the pew.

It could be worse. Oh yes, it could be worse. Or he kept thinking that. He could be stuck with a total spoiled brat that got her way with everyone and owned like half of Italy because her father was a rich man and such. Those girls got on his nerves to no end. Their large hissy-fits over such small things would drive him to the ends of his nerves and he would end up punting them out a window or something. Just look on the bright side of things, it could be much, much worse.

He let out a long, depressing sigh as he stood up and walked back over towards her. "Unfortunately lady, it seems that I'm your butler. It's a...pleasure to be of service to you.... I guess. I guess it's not all that bad I mean," He paused in mid-sentence and reached out to hold her face up by her chin, "I do have someone that is quite beautiful to look after but a little warning dear, I'm not a dog that can be tamed. I will bite back if you flash your fangs at me." He mused all to nicely as he flashed a wicked cat-like grin as he held her face just inches from his. Of course he knew she would hate this, he was merely doing it out of spite and wanting to see her reaction. Plus, it was in his nature to be a flirt and could gladly thank Duran for that.

He let go of chin and quickly took a few steps away from her so that they were both just out of arms reach of one another. He didn't need her to strangle him after that little stunt in public, it would cause them both to get kicked out since the Monk's were staring at them now with ever accusing eyes. "So lady, what do you want to do first?"

I'm not the type of gent to play these
type of games with you

muse: pretty good actually
words: to lazy to look
Lyrics: Lust be a Lady -- Kidnap In Color
Notes: bwahahaha >8U
Tagged: Mac 8U

[intosh]

i want to be your love,
i want to make you cry

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There was a display of ignorance for him trying to get out of the fact, her hand pressed out forward to see his invitation to the spot on which they stood. Her cry had provoked the attention of everyone around them, their glares at their disturbance digging into her back and front - all of which she continued to not be bothered by while her eyes scanned across the page for the dates and times she was looking for. An exact match. The heavens wanted to punish her - right? This was just some kind of cruel game, right? There was a thin mind in her mind right now, and on one side there was a random burst of violence and the other a bursting into tears. Well… she’d just have to remain on the fence at the moment.

Bringing in a breath of disgust, her hand flicking the paper back onto his lap, Vivianne could not help but turn her eyes to the floor in defeat. She was stuck with Dante of all the butlers in the entire world. Dante. Could nothing good happen in her life? First her sister tries to steal her position, she has to go to some fancy school and now she was stuck with Dante as her butler. A kid she had known since she was a child, who had played with her sister, who she had occasionally flung mud at. Why, cruel world?

“Of course it is all that bad,” she bit out, her eyes narrowing in annoyance. “I’m stuck with you.” There were fingers then, beneath her chin, and her gaze was forced upwards to meet his. She pressed her lips in a frown, one that displayed for the world her bother with the situation that they were in, the position that they were in. She hated to be wooed like a damsel, but even so there was a tint to her cheeks that had not been there before. Perhaps it was her faint fondness of him, or maybe a warning sign to her about to scratch his cheek with her nails. Either or.

Pulling her face away, her hands pushing against the other’s chest, Vivi spoke up once more, “And looks like I have something less pleasing to stare at. You could be worse, I guess.” Scoffing a bit at her own comment, the girl took another look at her companion given his choice of words. “Not going to be tamed? Too bad you have to wear a collar and leash on this trip.” One hand came up and patted him on the side of the face, her lips turned in a look of sadism. Why was he even trying to be like that? It was obvious that he was going to have plenty of waiting on her to do.

“How about we leave before we’re kicked out?” she mused, giving another glance around to see that people were still staring. “Lead me out, butler.” There was a tap of her foot, that resonating smirk and her waiting for him to do just as she had said.

and sweep you off your feet,
i want to hurt your pride

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words: don't feel like pressing 'word count' on word. 8U
muse: it's there.
notes: ohohoho. 8V
lyrics: Gallery Piece by Of Montreal.

[mem]

Darling read my l i p s
"We're Going Down like sinking ships"

This would be fun. This could be hilarious! To have Vivianne, as his lady couldn't be that bad. Yeah, just keep looking on the bright side of things.

Wrong.

This would be horrible. This could be disastrous. They'll end up fighting, throwing things at one another, a never ending game of name calling. If he wasn't careful it would be the end of him. A smile, one of false sincere and kindness spread across his face as he bowed a bit. "Of course, let's leave lady. Don't want the monks to kick us out~" He said, his crimson eyes looking at the floor. If she were to look in them all she would see would be evil, pure evil. "Here, let me... 'help'."

At the word 'help' he bent down, picked Vivianne up, and threw her over his shoulder. She wasn't that heavy, or maybe she was and Dante, himself, was just used to lifting such heavy things. Yeah that could be it but he wouldn't dare say that to her face, the harpie would blow a gasket. "Now, let me lead the way, lady. Don't want to get your... shoes dirty." He said, all to polite again as stares from everyone around them turned to glares and stifled laughter. He waved good-bye to a nearby monk and set off, throwing open a door with his foot and walking outside the moment he stepped foot on the steps he placed her back on her feet and took a few steps away from her like she was a disease. "Now where too, lady?"

I'm not the type of gent to play these
type of games with you

muse: pretty good actually
words: to lazy to look
Lyrics: Lust be a Lady -- Kidnap In Color
Notes: such a crappy short post ;-; i sorry
Tagged: Mac 8U