can you see me? [ELIJAH]

[REECE TENNYSON]

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[STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-size: 25px; color: #D6943D; text-align: left; text-shadow: 1px 1px 0px #2B1B06; text-transform: lowercase;]THIS IS THE STORY OF A GIRL,[/style][STYLE=margin-top: -5px; font-family: courier new; font-size: 12px; color: #794D14; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: right; margin-right: 30px;]WHO CRIED A RIVER AND DROWNED THE WHOLE WORLD[/style] [STYLE=margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 5px; float:right; line-height: 15px;] [/style] [STYLE=font-size:9px; font-family: arial; width: 260px; height: 300px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; background-color: #F5EEE4; border-top: 4px solid #4E310A; border-bottom: 4px solid #4E310A; padding: 12px; color: #2B1B06; margin-left: 3px; margin-top: -11px;]One day, Reece Tennyson swore that he would kill Elijah. There was nothing more humiliating than standing in the middle of a crowded street, red eyes flickering nervously from person to person while his hand tugged firmly at the skirt that ended well above his knees. One day, oh one day, he was going to kill him just for the humilliation of returning to those days when skirts had been common place. Leaning his head back against the wall he was leaning against, Reece closed his eyes tightly, fighting the sense of weariness that seemed to dog his footsteps. He needed to remember not to be who he was with Elijah this time. Needed to remember the deal, remember that it was all in exchange for a secret being kept. A secret that the very thought of letting it out made Reece's skin crawl with panic and fear. To have gone through all those years of starving and crying and shivering in the far corner of the attic, sobbing because it had been a week since he'd seen the sun... To go through all of that and have someone casually remind another person that it wasn't Reece that stood before them. His eyes squeezed tighter against the fear, against the one emotion he hadn't been able to choke from his very being. The fear that Elijah would ruin everything and once again he'd be facing his mother. Facing all the horror of those years... It was something that Reece just couldn't do. Just for a day, with someone that wasn't Vaz, he had to return. "Cody, Cody, pudding and pie. Kissed the boys and made them cry!" "Shut up! I did not! I didn't mean to hit him! Don't be mean!" "When the girls came out to play, Cody, Cody, ran away." "... I don't like playing with girls. They're such prissies." When she opened her eyes again, it was Cody that watched the people pass. It was hard to remember after so long that she wasn't Reece. Everything in her mind settled back behind that door as she thought back to all the times that she and Reece had played together, when he'd mocked her in his quiet voice, serious eyes dancing with laughter as her cheeks grew pink and angry in the face of said mockery. A soft sigh skated past her lips, and Cody tugged again at her skirt, unable to remember a time that her mother wasn't begging she take Reece's place, that she be him. Skirts, were not a part of that deal. Except when it came to Elijah and Vaz. Funny how two people got completely different reactions out of her. Elijah she wanted to strangle until he handed her ordinary, male life back on the conditions that he never, ever told anyone what he knew. She still wanted to know exactly how he'd found it out. Vaz on the other hand, brought an instant smile to her face. It was an expression that softened her features considerably, even as she glanced at her watch again. If Elijah was late, she was going to kill him. WORDS! go here TAGS! Eli NOTES! << made by KIWII at BTN! [/style][STYLE=font-family: courier new; font-size: 12px; color: #794D14; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: left; margin-left: 30px; margin-top: 5px;]AND WHILE SHE LOOKS SO SAD IN PHOTOGRAPHS,[/style][STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; color: #D6943D; text-align: right; text-shadow: 1px 1px 0px #2B1B06; text-transform: lowercase; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: -3px;]I ABSOLUTELY LOVE IT WHEN SHE SMILES.[/style]

[ELIJAH CASTAIRE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 360px; background-color: #dcdcdc; border: 3px double #a7a7a7;] alright, already, the show goes on, all night til the morning, we dream so long, anybody ever wonder when they would see the sun go, just remember when you come up, He always did feel quite at home whenever surrounded by the large structures, perhaps because he was born and raised to be a city man. Ahh yes, the musty smell of the polluted city would put him to ease in mere moments, lulling him into a false state of confidence. This was his city. Or so it happened to be, in his mind, or perhaps even reality if he so wished it. Donned on was a freshly pressed shirt, top bottom pried open to not suffocate himself, tight fitting jeans and newly shined shoes made up the rest of his attire. Dark hair waved about with the wind, newly dyed, though it would fade away after a week, as he knew all too well. Impulsive decision? Not at all, it had its purpose, as did all the things he did. Lately with the hustle and bustle of... Complication, his paranoia demanded he go out with some sort of disguise from time to time. Capture would be a waste of time, not to mention dangerous on his part, might even cost his life if he didn't play the game well enough. All the same, he detested the thought of bodyguards following at his heels. Hell, he was a man who could take care of himself, and others, there was no way he would even consider letting someone else take care of him. His pride would be his downfall someday, but that wasn't important, not today. Finally. Finally, finally, finally. He had been able to convince Reece to don a skirt. Petty, perhaps, but weren't the simple things in life the most enjoyable? The now-raven certainly wanted to think so. He chuckled to himself, dodging a hurrying business man as he rushed towards wherever it was. That would be him, if he were still so intent on 'working'. He'd have to thank Lirael for that, a ten day break was certainly giving him a bit of leeway to gather his thoughts, calm himself down and enjoy the little things in life. He paused in his steps, eyes locking onto a lone figure leaning on a wall. Was this her? Him? Honestly the pronouns were getting all mixed up, so were the personas. He decided on 'her' for now, after all, she was in a rather short skirt, he could see others glancing at her direction, marveling at her legs. To be honest, Elijah was too. Well, time to show them that she wasn't a stray. Walking towards her with all the confidence he could muster, quickly twined his hand into hers before she could complain, turning his head a fraction to give an onlooker a smug grin. Some may call it 'drunk off power'. He called it 'winning'. "Hey Reece, don't you think we should skedaddle before people start raping you with their eyes?~" Rather, he was more concerned that they were enjoying his prize. Ahahaha, no, was going to pay badly for this, why give other people a free show. With that, he tried to tug her along, past the tall building and further into the city. Winning. the show goes on words. 516 tags. Reece - Bluey notes. :'D;;; justwentwithit property of zetta.