&& keep you in my heart ;; tasmin <3

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Sean Matthews Helix had wandered off, again.

Thank God it was Friday though, as he walked along the streets of maple hollow, his boots clicking on the cobble stone steps. His faded jacket and gray scarf kept him from shivering in the cold night. Sean was hungry, and his stomach then growled as he passed by a rather up-scale restaurant and he peered into the glass. There weren't much people inside and he knew why.

It was late, very late that he knew he'd be getting a slip from the mistress back at the dormitories.

It wasn't his fault that he was so distracted by the ideas of learning his new home by heart. And the fact that it rained almost everyday, he only had a few dry days to go exploring, always finding something new, here and there. Mostly clothes, he was hunting for clothes. His wardrobe was near empty and he was struggling, which was something to say for a man of himself, with pairing different clothes together so that they wouldn't look like he'd worn them ever.

It was vain of him, people would say, but it made him happy.

Since he still had enough money for lets say, assessing how extravagant the restaurant looked, a slice of bread, he looked around and found no other place he could eat in. And he was damned starving! Just for today,

[/color] he reasoned with himself, as he put all the bags he were carrying in one hand and pushed open the door. A bell above tinkled as he walked in and a waiter escorted him. The man, in his red vests, had a fake smile on him and Sean could feel the displeasure rolling off the man, disappointed mayhaps that there were still customers. The teenager, however, bit his tongue from making a snappy comment.

Despite the waiter's coldness, the restaurant had a warm cozy feel to it and Sean immediately fell in love with the ambience. He liked how the lights were dimmed and chandeliers hung securely on the ceiling. He liked how tables were arranged and kept clean. The fact that the potted plants around were real and not plastic, made him like the place even more.

The prices however, as he sat himself on the nearest booth, had him keeping himself from cursing. They were expensive. Too expensive that he instead, gave the waiter an apologetic look and stood up, leaving as fast as he'd entered. The look of relief on the waiter's face could not be missed.

The darkness of the night greeted him once more and he felt lonely, again. It was like dying, being alone. He needed people to live and he needed to find ones who would wake up in the middle of the night for him just so he could talk to them on the phone and hear him rant or just say hi. He needed those kind of people. Too bad he was new in town and making such attachments would be hard. In spite of his friendly nature, he didn't give his heart out that fast. It took time.

Sighing and balancing the paperbags between his hands, he continued on his way and hoped there was 24-hour diner somewhere that had affordable food. And as if to annoy him, the restaurant's lights behind him, when he'd walked onto the end of the street, turned off as the few people started to fill the streets, headed home. He, was not.

"Closing time, probably," he muttered under his breathe, feeling suddenly relieved himself that he hadn't stayed and get kicked out for they were closing already. He imagined the waiter, in his 30s, kicking him out with a look of satisfaction on his face. Too bad, the waiter looked cute but something about gay people always got straight men glowering at them. That would prolly be the reason why he'd gotten nothing but an aura of unease from the waiter. Whom he wouldn't blame, Sean was too hot to handle. He rolled his eyes at himself and continued on walking. If he found no open diners, he'd just head home and sneak into the kitchen.

A sound from somewhere near though, stopped him from taking another step and he listened. His head coming up to pay close attention. It sounded like... a scream?[/justify][/size][/center]

WORDS! 731
STATUS! complete
TAGS! my girl tasmin <3
NOTES! hope its a good starter. :)
INSPIRATION! The Killers
CREDITS! Template By arro @ Caution!
Pic By PIC CREDIT GOES HERE
LYRICS! "If You Can't Live Without Me,
Why Aren't You Dead Yet?" by Mayday Parade

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three years and counting she had been working at the high class restaurant in maple hallow known as northen lights. she had been fourteen when she scampered through the doors, unsure and stuttering, asking if she could speak to the manager. luckily the lady had a soft spot for trembling teenagers who had no chance at being given a job anywhere else in maple hallow. it had been an agreement that she would get a trial period as one of the bus boys, three years later and tasmin had climbed to the position as one of the waitresses. seventeen years old and her job waiting was her main source of income. she was scraping by but thankful that the rent and bills didn't amount to much. tasmin never thought that she had anything to complain about, her mind was flooded with too much worry to compile things to whine about. she wasn't a whiner by nature anyway.

five nights a week she made an appearance at northen lights to take on shifts that ranged anywhere from four to eight hours. tasmin only found that her lengthy shifts were a struggle to balance when she was overwhelmed with schoolwork. still she had nothing to find that she would moan about, the longer shifts meant that more money was being sent her way. her shift this night was only four hours long, starting at six and leaving her to walk back to the academy when night was upon the world. tasmin found waiting as something that she didn't mind, the people who came to the restaurant varied and occasionally she learned fascinating tidbits. the extra food was also sent back to the academy with her and over the the three years she had developed a taste for expensive food.

four hours ticked by and the flow of people who came and left the restaurant was constant until very close to the time the doors were locked down. the manager would drop by from time to time and always peeked in on tasmin to see how she was coming along. tasmin would come in for a shift and the manager would wrap and arm around her shoulder and remark on how great of a girl she was. the compliments always made her flush and strive to maintain the impression that had been formed of her. it was no challenge for her to smile warm at the strangers and keep up small talk while she jotted down their orders, people intrigued her and she would have delved into deeper conversation if there weren't a whole room of tables she had to wait on.

it was ten o'clock before tasmin even realized what time it actually was. her duties of helping sweep through the restaurant and stabilize some cleanliness had been dismissed, one waiter told her that tonight she had been especially sweet and it was the least they could do in return. she would have insisted that her help was needed but being on her feet all that time was now leaving her feeling exponentially tired. tasmin really only wanted sleep. so she thanked the waiter and retreated back to the bathroom to change. tasmin never felt comfortable wearing her fancy shirt and black slacks around maple hallow, it felt stiffly formal and she was worried something would stain her shirt. she didn't have enough money to purchase another shirt to replace it either.

emerging out the back doors of northen lights her stomach dropped at the imminent blackness that she was plunged into. her heart began to flutter in her chest, tasmin's thoughts jumping to the worst things that could happen in the darkness of the early hours of night. her worry heightened when her father involuntarily peeked into her mind and gave her his menacing smile that made her shiver. she pulled her jacket tighter around herself and hesitantly peered over her shoulder. why did the restaurant have to shut off their lights so early? a shrill scream came from tasmin when rough hands pulled at her wrists and shoved her against the wall. eyes wide with fear focused on two brawny figures, one was pressed up against her while the other was staring at her with a slimy glare. she tried to scream again but the guy who wasn't restraining her leaned over and gave her face a stinging slap that instantly brought tears to her eyes.

what were they going to do to her?

roy wiff sean ,
744 words ,
outfit ,

[seanhelix]

It was loud and it was nearby.

A scream pierced through the silence of the night that made Sean's body shudder. It was one long scream that sent shivers dancing up and down his spine, making him forget his hunger and instead, defensive hormones kicked in. For as long as he was around, he would protect women who were in need of his protection. He craned his neck higher to get a better idea of where the scream was coming from but when none more erupted, his brows furrowed. Either the scream was just some sort of prank or whatever troubles had happened, it was already done.

His adrenaline agreed to none and since his guts were always, to his amazement, somehow correct, he followed his instincts and closed his eyes, concentrating, sharpening his senses. An almost inaudible sound of rough skin hitting soft ones erupted from his right and in the next second, he was running towards the sound. The town, since it had been built into the countryside, with houses popping in and out of existence, looked liked a maze and he got lost a few times, backing up and then heading for another direction. The source was clear in his radar, he just had to find a way to get to it.

Gritting his teeth, he threw his shoes and socks, whilst running in circles, into his bags and used his sense of geography, feeling with his bare feet to find a way. It was hard, concentrating on a skill while constantly moving and he slowed down. At least, he would get there faster than running around blindly. As he turned a corner for what he thought a hundredth time, he stopped and took in the scene before him.

Two burly man, easily taller than him, even from this distance, were pinning a girl to a wall. The expressions on their faces told Sean enough of what were they planning and being suppressed for all his life, he saw nothing but red as he felt what the girl was surely feeling. He'd been a scared little kid before, taking all the jabs as he silently wept until he finally learned to fight back and beat his oppressors. These men were no different. He only found disgust in their obvious pleasure of exercising their power over the weak.

Not wanting to be rash or anything, Sean, having been faced with situations such as this for his whole life but usually with him as the target, he calmed himself down and opted for some civilized solutions. He'd learned that some people actually did listen. Maybe not always but they did. He'd give them the benefit of the doubt and let them have a choice. Either they regret what they did and apologize or face the wrath that was himself. It was silly, yes, most people would have shot first and asked later given the facts before his very eyes, but Sean was not some brute who resorted to fistfights when peaceful negotiations could be practiced as well.

He cleared his throat. None of the three noticed. He cleared it louder the next and spoke.

"May I help you guys?" he asked, carrying his voice towards the men as he walked closer, his face calm and easy, hiding the true nature of his heart. "Care to let go of my friend?" He smiled, his teeth shining against the faint glow of the moon. "I leave you for one minute and you're gone," Sean shook his head, turning to look at the girl and pleaded with his eyes to carry his message across. Maybe if the neanderthals saw that the girl wasn't alone, would turn tail and run and a nasty fight would be avoided. Not that Sean was going to back out if it did turn out to be one. He'd been brought up to fight.

WORDS! 646
STATUS! complete
TAGS! my girl tasmin <3
NOTES! nanananana. :)
INSPIRATION! The Killers
CREDITS! Template By arro @ Caution!
Pic By PIC CREDIT GOES HERE
LYRICS! "If You Can't Live Without Me,
Why Aren't You Dead Yet?" by Mayday Parade

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confrontation was something that tasmin never did well with. she would squirm around and try her best to flee if there was something she ever had to face. running from her parents was the key example of tasmin's extreme fear of confrontation and facing anything that made her uncomfortable. having these two strangers approaching her with fierceness and dirty intentions heightened the fear even more. being mugged or something worse couldn't compare to having to lock eyes with her father but that didn't mean this experience wasn't terrifying. tasmin felt the terror stem down into her very core, how in the heck had they even gotten a hold of her? the streets of maple hallow were usually deserted when it finally came time for her to walk home.

unfortunately this occurrence wasn't something that tasmin was unacquainted with. due to her natural fear and the soft stutters she muttered the fire students picked her as a target from time time. when they prodded at her enough she would fall into her routine where she would get snippy and say something that later she would regret. the fire elements got a laugh out of the way tasmin would cry out and then try to withdraw farther away from them because she rued the choice she had made. the violence they were prone to absolutely frightened her and tas never made an act to retaliate. violence was something that she had would never be fond with tasmin. all she could do was duck her head and hope that soon enough there would be a chance for her to escape from their irrational wrath.

"the little thing is stunned. it's now fun when they don't fight back," the thin and wiry guy who had her pinned to the wall said with chagrin. he had a frown on his face but there was malice laced into the downwards curve of his lips. tasmin felt her heart plunge into her stomach but there was no urge in her to try and resist the hold that he had on her. the logical in her mind was telling her that she would at least have a chance to run if she aimed her knee right into his groin. it would be a low blow but fighting experience wasn't something that tasmin had on her side. her raw fear kept her pinned firmly underneath him while he continued to eye her with a stare that caused her to shiver violently. "she isn't going to resist at all, huh," he lowly purred out, taking a finger to stroke her cheek with gentleness that seemed uncharacteristic to her. her breath left her from his touch and she suddenly felt extremely violated.

the other brute turned over to look towards her friend and he gave him a pointed look that was accompanied with a grunt. "if she's going to be this silent and pussy we'll be able to get her back to the truck without any problems. make this a hell lotta easy," he muttered, giving tasmin a once over that made her feel as if she was now suddenly exposed. an unaccounted voice sliced through the tension of the moment suddenly. tasmin found that even in her paralyzed state she could crane her head to see the person who she could potentially label as her savior. the brute who had just spoken looked at the boy and gave another grunt. "this little lady isn't being bothered, you can go on your way now," he lowly demanded, flicking his hand towards the direction that sean had came. the guy shuffled to his side, conspicuously attempting to shield tasmin from his view. she gave out a quiet whimper and tried to crane her head to see the stranger that had come to face the two. the guy keeping her pressed against the wall let out a strangled sigh of frustration and grasped at her face to slam her head against the side of the building. a sound close to a whimper came from tasmin as the back of her head erupted with pain.

couldn't this guy just kick some ass already?

roy wiff sean ,
745 words ,
outfit ,

[seanhelix]

The sound of her head hitting the rock hard wall echoed in Sean's ears. He could hear her soft whimpers and controlled crying. His heart went to the girl as he felt her pain and fear. The men, however, were liking the taste of her unease and seemed to get more rougher as she continued on crying. They'd even blocked his view of her.

Course when the earlier invitation for a peaceful negotiation was ignored, his adrenaline pumped to life once more and filled his body with a singe of energy. Back in the days, he liked how his skills had developed from pitiful to menacing. He was usually a victim of bullies who thought he was an abomination to the community that almost everyday, he was always cornered in dark alleyways like this and ended up almost bleeding to death all the time. Until he started to stand up for himself and one by one, learned the art of street brawl. Not that he turned into one of his oppressors, more like he needed the skill to defend himself and others, like now, when time called for it.

"She's my friend you idiot," he muttered under his breathe as he charged forward, careful that despite the anger, he wouldn't let it get the best of him and have his powers bursting at the seams. Effort and skill were needed and lucky, for the both of them, the girl and him, that he had those.

His sudden movement was caught by the larger man and he turned, facing Sean, crouching low to catch the incoming tackle. As if Sean would be as dumb to do that. Instead, when he was a few feet away, he jumped high and with his velocity, sent his right foot slamming into the brute's chest. "Ooooff..!" the rush of air escaping the man's lungs was his reward.

Sean stood up as quickly as he had fallen down with the guy and found his bearings, sneering at the large man on the floor, gasping for breathe. His companion, hearing all the commotion and loud thud, had turned around just in time to catch his friend fall on ground. He send icy darts to Sean and our savious here thought he saw madness in the thin man's eyes.

"I warned you kid," he spat, his right hand raising to the side of his face, the other one holding a firm grip on the girl.

"Let my friend go asshole!" Sean spat back, his vision swimming in red.

And it really did swim in red.

Sean was momentarilly stunned as brilliant red fire started to creep up the man's wrist to his fingers, looking as if it was caught on fire. He'd been planning on a normal fight, never a cheater by using his talents, but whe- He didn't have time to finish his thoughts as a fireball was directed towards him.

Sean ducked behind a nearby trash container to take cover, the blast that eruped from behind him violently shook the container.

"Not so brave now, are we?" the man sneered.

Sean let out a breathe he didn't realize he'd held in before letting his hands fall on the ground, feeling around him. When he found the exact locations of his targets he closed his eyes and focused. Vines erupted from where one man stood and one man lay.

"Amateur," the thin man muttered under his breath as he burned the vines that touched him as more started to sprout from the ground. The vines had been long and slender earlier but now, they'd sprouted hard skin and even grown thicker, encircling themselves up his jeans and binding him. He almost panicked, but quickly found a plan in his head as he forgot the girl and headed for the bin, vines running after him. "Come here kitty, kitty," he crooned, a fireball growing larger between his two palms.

Meanwhile, Sean was focusing real hard on getting those vines thicker and meaner but time was running out. The man was creeping closer... which was good. He broke his trance and sent the few vines still standing to nudge the girl onto her feet, pushing her down another alleyway. He'd save her some time by distracting her captors. Placing his foot on the wall, he lunged forward and only had a few seconds to spare before a large burning orb blocked his vision. He barely had the time to raise wall of solid rock and therefore allowed only little fire to touch him as he was knocked back a couple yards back.

His fingers dug into dirt as he struggled to stand up, the man was growing another orb and this time, it was bigger. His companion was starting to stir and Sean made sure the vines on him stayed tight, he only hoped he could get another defensive wall up whilst doing so. He had no time to measure his limits as another fireball was flung at him, a solid wall, thicker but not enough, rising infront of him. He was shoved back a few feet this time.

Sean was probably good at creating life from dirt, but in times like these, he was more used to bare knuckles than the exercise of power. He'd never really thought he'd be standing up against someone of his own kind and had focused on life creation rather than offensive/defensive spells. He planned on learning defensive spells when he got out of this mess. That is, if he did. He just hoped the girl had run and maybe that would be enough to compensate for his death since the man was unrelenting, growing another fireball and rising it above his head, targetting Sean. The boy, coupled with his hunger and sudden exertion, felt his knees tremble but he managed to defend against the attacks, wall after wall coming up until they got thinner and thinner.

It was close, he knew. Time was running out.

WORDS! 993
STATUS! complete
TAGS! my girl tasmin <3
NOTES! it got long... but yeah, do help please... sean's getting his ass whooped. -_-"
INSPIRATION! The Killers
CREDITS! Template By arro @ Caution!
Pic By PIC CREDIT GOES HERE
LYRICS! "If You Can't Live Without Me,
Why Aren't You Dead Yet?" by Mayday Parade

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the curses and gruff speaking combined with the mix of two elements made tasmin want to retreat as far into herself as she possible could. her heart instantly attached to the guy who was braving himself through physical interaction for her. he had no business trying to spoon tasmin's troubles onto his own plate. it was her fault that she been too skittish to retort against them. she hadn't even been able to mutter a single world to counter the grotesque things the man had hissed at her. their intentions were sinister and evil was rooted down to their very cores. courage wasn't something that could be found in tasmin when times of peril struck her. this poor guy was going to take a beating for her while she watched with wide eyes and terror pulling at her. how much pain would they inflict on the good samaritan before they finally relented? tasmin feared the answer.

she felt something tugging at her feet, glancing down she saw thin vines twining around her boots to control her feet. the guy, whoever he was, had enough concentration to focus on deterring tasmin's attackers and coaxing her to flee. awe for his show of powers bloomed in her heart, soon struck out by the urgent need to flee and hide away desperately until things were calm. the vines tugging at her were insistent, tugging at her legs to make a jerky mimicry of how she would normally step. her feet weren't freed of the vines until tasmin had safely cleared the alleyway and traveled the whole way down another alleyway. a panic grasped at her chest as she tried to deeply inhale, she may have maneuvered out of trouble but the same couldn't be said for the guy who had switched places with her. frantically she plunged out of the alley and bolted down the street, she was headed towards her apartment.

to call the belgian tervuren out of her apartment and have him stand by her side brought an instant sort of calm to tasmin. he stood faithfully by her side, his hulking form appearing menacing even though he stood two and a half feet at most. domino was tasmin’s protector and confidant, he couldn’t offer her any words but all the comfort her lent her made up for his lack of speech. he gave her his all knowing stare when he raced out of the apartment and glanced up at her. tasmin looked at him briefly before dashing through the apartment complex, domino kept close to her side. she tore frantically down the street, her breaths short and a knot twisting in her chest. how much damage could they have done to the guy in her absence. what if…her mind couldn’t wrap around the possibility of death. she would live with a staggering guilt and endless shame if the incident had been pressed that far.

the alleyway lacked two hulking figures of men with bad intentions when tasmin reached the back of northern lights. she peered around desperately, her eyes squinting at the lack of light. domino gave a soft whine then bolted past tasmin, she looked at him fearfully before following his lead. the guy hadn't left the alleyway, his was laying unconscious on the ground with a mess of his things made and a swelling lump on his head. "for the life of me, please be alive.." tasmin whispered shakily, dropping down besides the still hump of a guy. domino nudged his nuzzle against his arm while tasmin placed a hand gently over his heart. there was beating, a beating heart still meant that his was alive. now tasmin had to take care of him, it would go against every moral she had to leave him lying in the alleyway. she had the been the cause of this all, hiking him back to her apartment to care for him would be the least she could do.

she wasn't weak, it wasn't a challenge for her to collect his scattered belongings and lift his limp form up. dragging him two blocks was where it felt more like impossible than anything. domino whined quietly, trailing after her and continually nudging the guy's feet. tasmin was breathless when she finally draped him onto her back and fiddled in her pockets until she grabbed her key to slide into the door. domino raced in, he jumped up and with a hard swing of his face flicked up the switches of the lights. "thank you, dom," she breathed out, stumbling with the guy on her back until she plopped him down onto the couch. she cringed as the cushions sagged underneath him and the whole body of the couch sloped in. tasmin only took a moment to catch her breath before she scrambled over to the kitchen and wet her cleanest rage. returning to the boy she knelt beside him and made a task out of cleaning of his face and then gently poking at the lump on his head. when would he awake?

roy wiff sean ,
844 words ,
outfit ,

[seanhelix]

Sean's nostrils flared at the scent of his lovely plants burning, realizing that the other man had burned his vines into dust and was now walking towards him. He'd have to fend off two attackers now and he was already losing the battle with just one. His tears started to form at the edge of his eyelids, from the glare of the fire and smelling the scent of charred life around him. He loved his plants, and now, they were dying for him.

He did not like that last part one bit.

Sean gritted his teeth and tried mustering all the strength he had left. If he was going down, he was gonna go down fighting and not cowering like he was doing now. So weak and fragile looking. Just like the great warriors of the old. Who fought their battles and drank their ales. Who looked up to the steps of Valhalla and believed in honor. And yes, Sean had been hooked up on beowulf and warrior tales that he was thinking not of the modern world. at least he had some inspiration to use and back him up.

"Give up, boy?" the thin man shouted, his eyes blazing.

"Dude," the heavier looking man had finally found his feet, walking closer to his pal. "The girl's..."

But the scrawny looking one held up his hand as he continued on sending Sean balls after balls of huge burning fire.

"Listen, hey!" his friend shouted at him and the trance was broken. It was like he'd been so addicted to the sense of his power that it nearly consumed him... nearly made him kill an innocent boy. Would he had done it? Probably. Would he have cared? Really, you have to ask? He was mean from head to toe and if he'd not been violently shaken by his other friend, he would have burnt the boy alive.

"WHAT?" he shouted back, annoyed. His friend almost cringed as he saw the madness in the man's eyes.

"The girl, she's gone! What the fuck man! I thought we were just gonna scare the earth girl!" Sean took notice of this as he silently backed up, wanting to escape while he had time. "And now... God! What if he? We're... Damn! Did you really havta?"

"Fuck off," the thin man flipped his friend off, catching Sean trying to escape. "You," and he said the word like it contained all the filth and hate in the world. "This is your fault," he grinned, a malicious grin. "You'll have to pay."

"What are you-," but his other, sane, friend was cut off as the mad man turned to glare at him.

"HE'LL TALK YOU GODDAMN IDIOT," he shouted, hands flailing about, fire licking his face. "We'll have to shut his trap!" And with that, he ran forward to Sean whilst the boy tried to, really tried to do any sort of spell but he was tired... and hungry. He wanted to fight but his body was unwilling. Mind over matter, most say, but when the body shut down, there was no going back.

Sean smiled as the darkness crept in before the first boot came into his face. Whatever happened to him, he didn't know.

He felt his body being lifted, sounds of feet moving about him. It was totally dark and he couldn't move. Was this the afterlife? Feeling like he was floating with footsteps scattering about? Ah well, he didn't care. As long as the girl was safe, since he'd seen her leave with no hesitations earlier, his death seemed more better. He would never leave a girl to her harm. He'd fight for them for he loved them so.

A soft bed, he felt himself sinking. He could sleep forever.

But something wet came to his cheeks and he could feel his body, feel the ache, the throbbing pain. He winced inwardly, eyes fluttering open into bright light. They adjusted soon enough and infront of him, sat maybe one of the most beautiful girls he laid his eyes upon. With the light behind her, he couldn't help but ask.

"Are you an angel?" Sean's voice was a croak and he cleared his throat, feeling rotten cans sliding inside. He winced, again, visibly this time. "Water," a frog's singing sounded better. "I need... water." He gasped, finally feeling the thirst combined with a stinging stab in his head. He felt woozy and in the next second, he slept long again.

Sean could hear shuffling and walking about him and he tried to open is eyes. Drifting in and out of sleep was somehow relieving and then tiring. Darkness, and the reality. The same cycle, over and over again. The ache would greet him when he awakened, then numbness quickly taking over as sleep found their way back.

His eyes opened into a dim light, the morning sun rising from beyond the window. Sean groaned and as usual, fell into his usual morning routines to ready for school. As his eyes adjusted, he froze. He wasn't in his room, and he definitely wasn't in the castle. The room he was in had a low ceiling, completely made of wood, not rock. He tried looking around and found it difficult. His body felt stiff... and then the pain it him, events of the night coming back to him.

He screamed this time, trying to sit up and when he couldn't, he clawed at the mattress he was in. It was painful, everything felt painful. He wanted to die.

WORDS! 922
STATUS! complete
TAGS! my girl tasmin <3
NOTES! my poor baby... D:
INSPIRATION! The Killers
CREDITS! Template By arro @ Caution!
Pic By PIC CREDIT GOES HERE
LYRICS! "If You Can't Live Without Me,
Why Aren't You Dead Yet?" by Mayday Parade

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having a stranger posted up on your sagging couch because he had valiantly tried to defend you. it was an experience that tasmin could boast about after she made it through a night of frantically watching over the unconscious guy. she actually wouldn't brag about anything that had happened, tasmin would consider herself grateful that someone had been selfless enough to spare her and bring damage onto themselves. she would have placed herself into the same position in an instant if she had found anyone else suffering like she had been, tasmin however was more gentler and affable then most of the population. the person she feared most, save for her father, could be in a crumpled heap before her and she would tend to them without a hesitant thought. to have someone slip into the same frame of mind that tasmin had was slightly astounding, it was rarely when an even a slight degree of kindness was returned to her. tasmin was content with having things unrequited to her. she was gentle and warm because her heart directed her to act so, not because she wanted a prize or award in return.

her natural instinct worry to set in, she was occupied with fluttering about him trying to think of ways that she could be useful. sitting by his side patiently while he still remained unconscious was not a useful to spend her time. domino laid obediently on the floor beside the couch, his haunches were tense so he could spring into action the moment that the guy roused from his deep slumber. was he even sleeping or had they done enough damage to keep him knocked out this long? tasmin hoped for his sake that it was only a deep sleep that he had fallen into that was difficult to pull him from. "domino, keep watch over the lad. please. i wouldn't think that it would be wise to pounce on him if he woke up, too. just be calm and keep watch," tasmin softly commanded her canine, who gave her the reply of his knowing stare before his stare fell back onto the boy sprawled out on the couch. tasmin studied him for a moment, noting that he looked extremely peaceful even though is body was probably blooming with various sorts of pain.

how did she keep herself occupied as the guy fitfully slept on her couch? tasmin grabbed his belongings first, frowning at how dirty he has jacket had gotten and noticing a tear that had formed on his bag. since she didn't want to disrupt his sleep to try and inspect his injuries tasmin decided that she would be a help to him in other ways. her washer and dried didn't like to function properly for her, they were stubborn and had to be beat before tasmin could get one clean rinse and dry out of them. using what little laundry soap she had left tasmin threw in the guy's jacket with the tiny load of dirty clothes she could pick up from around the apartment. once the drier was running she thought that she could try a thought that had suddenly popped into her mind. from the windowsill tasmin gently plucked a root from one of her flowers, murmuring an apology to the plant before plopping down onto the floor. she laid the root on the bag and focused intently onto the root. half a hour she had managed to efficiently weave the root through the tear, closing it up with a neat and clean braided pattern. tasmin smiled at her handiwork then set the bag aside, racking her brain to conjure up other possibilities of work for her. it was only early in the hours of the morning, she needed to stay alert and awake.

he looked exhausted, his face slightly perspiring, likely from the lack of circulation in the apartment that caused stale air to settle. tasmin snatched the towel that she had used to wipe off his face before, directing herself towards the kitchen to use the slightly brown faucet water. she frowned but said nothing, having any sort of water to use was better than nothing. she sat by his side and gently dabbed at his face, tasmin was gentle in hopes that her soft movements would coax him out of his sleep. he suddenly stirred, causing tasmin to jump back because of the unexpected movement. a croaky voice asked something about an angel. tasmin could only shake her head as an answer, her concern keeping her from forming any meaningful words. water was the next he uttered. tasmin hopped up immediately, racing into the kitchen to grab a cracked glass to fill with water. when she came back to his side he had his eye closed and sleep was upon him once more. tasmin gave a soft smile his way before setting the glass on the coffee table then retreating back to the kitchen.

now it was early in the morning, tasmin wasn't even the slightest bit tired but a rumble from her stomach told her that hunger was now something to worry about. food, that was something she could focus on. dublin coddle, her favorite irish recipe could be cooked within the hour and be ready to served. the restaurant allowed her to bring home some of the ingredients that she needed for basic meals, the manager aware of the current conditions tasmin had been placed in. tasmin wearily decided that within the next hour the guy would be taken out of his slumber, it had been hours that he had been laid out on her couch. how long could he possibly doze on for? she guessed an answer while she was busy getting out pans and knives, throwing the proper amounts and ingredients into the pot. watching over the coddle absently tasmin continued to gaze over at the boy. the coddle had been taken off the stove, barely having a chance to cool, when abruptly a scream came from the couch. the wooden spoon dropped from tasmin's grasp, she dashed over to the couch to see the boy trying to work his way into a sitting position.

tasmin didn't know where the pain was originating from, her only thought was that she needed to keep his thoughts off of his agony. placing a hand on his back to support him tasmin locked her eyes onto his. "please, you don't need to yell. it must hurt but i'll try to occupy you. everyone likes singing right? i hope so. just listen..." tas tried to speak quickly, her words stringing together with her accent thickened. tasmin only took a moment to inhale deeply, her mind deciding on the first song that came to mind. "boy we've had a real good time and i wish you the best on your way, eh," her soft voice sung, tasmin's pitch perfect and her words gentle. would he know that she was singing lady gaga? could her singing keep his mind off of the anguish stemmed from the incident in the alleyway? tasmin sure hoped so.

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The scream was bloodcurdling. Erupting from the very bottom pits of Sean's stomach. The pain was unbearable. His body aching, his head throbbing and his energy waning. The scream itself hurt. His throat raw from last evening's events... and he hadn't even used much of his voice at that time. Why and how his throat had gotten affected was beyond him. Not that he'd give a fudge's sake to find out why. All he knew was that the pain was there and every slight movement seemed to make him wanna just stab a knife into his heart a hundred times and lay still for all eternity.

As the boy felt a caressing touch on his back, he cringed, the urge to fight etched into his bones. He'd grown around people who were constantly hurting him, punching him, shoving him. He'd never been really feeling safe ever, until recently, until now. The touch was warm, careful, soft. Instead of leaning away, he found himself leaning towards it. His eyes finally refocused themselves again and he stared into the most beautiful hazel eyes he'd seen. He just stared at her as he closed his mouth and bit his tongue from screaming. He noticed her mouth moving and he bent his head to the side as he tried to discern her words. Had he gone deaf for the last couple of hours?

Nope.

Sean, despite the pain that seemed to block his senses, slowly found his bearings and could make up some of her words. He nodded and found himself settling ever more easier as her singing carried her voice to his very soul. He found his body being drawn to hers, leaning and snuggling himself to her side as he listened to her voice. Feather on silk yet powerful in its delivery. He took in even breathes and tried to calm himself, using her singing as his strength. He was probably the last of the world's people who liked being close to people, which was most of the time bad for his health. But now, he felt certain and secure that the girl would do him no harm.

Hey, she was the girl he saved!

Sean smiled and leaned even more closer to her small frame, liking the warmth and care radiating off of her. He just hoped she wouldn't push him away, his very own nightingale.

"Thank you," he whispered softly and found it easier to talk that way, voice still raspy. "Your dog looks adorable," he sighed and closed his eyes, feeling warmth on both side of him, the dog finding a seat near him. For the first time in a very long time, he felt... loved.

His stomach grumbled and he winced, finally settling in to embarassment. "Guess I'm still alive," he croaked, inhaling the scent that was coming in through his nostrils. It was mouth-watering.

WORDS! 477
STATUS! complete
TAGS! my girl tasmin <3
NOTES! sean wants to stay glued to her and domino forevah. <3
INSPIRATION! The Killers
CREDITS! Template By arro @ Caution!
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LYRICS! "If You Can't Live Without Me,
Why Aren't You Dead Yet?" by Mayday Parade

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how was tasmin ever going to find a suitable way to repay this boy for what he had done? dragging him to her dingy apartment, doing her best to clean him up, caring for him the best she could didn't seem like an adequate treatment for potentially saving someone's life. this guy had thrown himself right in the face of the danger, never cowering or freezing in terror as tasmin would have done. because of her he had suffered through agony that she confirmed the intensity of, something that made her stomach curl with uneasiness. tasmin would work to the best of her ability to see that he was rewarded with a way that she found suited the situation perfectly. she would always be in his debt, tasmin didn't know if she could make up for the huge feat of saving a human life.

words easily flowed out of her mouth, singing came as naturally to the gypsy girl as breathing. the melodies and beats, words and crescendos, all sounded soothing to her. tasmin would sing through her bouts of stress, depression, pain, the melodies she created giving her some sort unexplainable strength. the same satisfaction seemed to be what the boy was experiencing, he laid on the couch seemingly more calm. tasmin's soft touch was something he leaned into as his breaths became more calm. "i have something that i love long long, but my friends keepa' tellin' me that something's wrong," tasmin softly breathed out, the words hardly matching the situation. lady gaga had been the first artist to enter her mind, the dishwasher in the kitchens at the restaurant had every song of hers. needless to say tasmin got more than enough of her daily lady gaga fill.

the boy was leaning into her, pressed up again the portion of her body that was pooled over the couch to lean over him. tasmin continued to croon out the words gently, afraid to raise her voice. the walls in the apartment were paper thin, the scream that had came from the boy already threatened to disrupt the neighboring apartments. loud singing would only push them to report her, tasmin needed to keep her apartment. he was snuggling against her, the closeness of his body against her unsettling at first. tasmin no idea who this boy could possibly be. the only bit of information she had was that he was a fellow earth elemental. the last few eh, eh, eh's were sung, her voice fading to quietness when the boy finally used a raspy voice to mutter something out. he was thanking her.

"you really don't need to thank me. you're the one who went into action, i stood there like i was a part of the wall," tasmin murmured, her irish accent thick with the heaviness of the morning tiredness. tasmin let her hand wander to his face, softly using her fingers to caress his cheek. he looked as if he needed affection, something that tasmin would have offered later if he didn't seem so deprived. her heart melted for him. she smiled widely at the mention of domino, the dog laying by his feet to keep a watchful eye. "his name is domino. he's more of a guard dog than anything," tasmin rambled, lifting her head in surprise when his stomach let out a loud rumble. he had gone the whole night without having anything substantial to sit and digest in body. of course he would be hungry! "i made some coddle, not that you know what that is. it's in the kitchen, if you can get up. if not then i'll bring it over to you," tasmin gushed out, jumping up to prance over into the kitchen.


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Sean Helix couldn't help but snuggle in closer to her side. Her warmth radiated off her body and since his was a bit cold, he sighed when he was comfortably glued to her side. Her little frame shook with the song she was singing, the tremble of her throat resonating throughout her whole body. Her voice was sweet, caressing, caring. The boy could almost fall asleep again and forget all the pain his body was going under.

If his stomach wasn't gumbling every few seconds.

"But you came back for me," he coughed, body turning over befire settling beside her again, wanting to be glued there for all eternity. "And that's not what most people would do," it was really very hard to talk but he tried, in raspy voices, soft whispers. "Trust me, I would know," he said and rested his throat for a bit.

He thought back to the times he'd tried to be a knight for someone and ended up almost always dying on the streets when he woke up. He was always dragging himself back home, not always waking up in the arms of that someone he'd saved. Sean couldn't help but always have this need to save people who needed saving. It was a bad trait and then some.

"I think he's one big fluffy warm pillow," he rasped, reaching out to the dog and patting it in between the ears. He wasn't aware of the potential danger the dog posed. But since it was huddled at the base of his legs, why not pat it? The whine that came from it made Sean smile and the boy felt his cheeks were swollen.

As the girl finally left to head for the kitchen, he felt lonely again with just an air of emptiness replacing her place beside him. He'd get up if he could. But the pain and screams he'd knew would come after stopped him from doing so. He just hoped she brought water with her, snuggling beside the dog instead. It was a painful task, but he got himself to a sitting position, his legs folded, his back flat against the support. He didn't want to appear like some invalid who couldn't feed himself. Coddle was a new name to him but he bet it was tasty. Anything would, actually, even a piece of wood sounded tempting. He hadn't really calculated how hungry he was and with the anticipation of finally getting something down his throat, he then realized how ravenous he was.

The smell of the food made his mouth water as he patiently waited, looking around the apartment. It wasn't some fancy condo. Being honest, it didn't even look like a place someone could live in... not that he was stingy. At least the girl had done some personal touches of her own and added a feel of being at home in the room. It should've been hard, turning it from a place of emptiness to this cozy appeal it had when you looked beyond the saggy walls and old painting. The girl had done a good job making the place as comfortable as she could for herself and her dog. Sean even found himself liking it here than his dormitory in the castle. The place, despite the life it contained with the vines and all, seemed empty. This room he was in, felt more inviting than his own bunkbed.

WORDS! 569
STATUS! complete
TAGS! my girl tasmin <3
NOTES! im getting hungry myself. lmfao
INSPIRATION! The Killers
CREDITS! Template By arro @ Caution!
Pic By PIC CREDIT GOES HERE
LYRICS! "If You Can't Live Without Me,
Why Aren't You Dead Yet?" by Mayday Parade

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Tasmin couldn't have it programmed inside of her to be anything other than kind, sweet, and selfless. Even the simple thought of rude words and meanness was enough to make her cringe. The only time that Tasmin could ever do anything mean is when she was cornered. Out of desperation she tended to snap and cry out without ever giving her words any thought. Later she would deeply regret anything that she said, the incident would pass by her without any shame. Most times Tasmin would turn back to the person she had growled out and apologized. She could only be nice, that was just how it worked with Tasmin. Someone could say the harshest things to her or shove her away but she woulds support them if a time came where they needed assistance of any sort. Repayment was something that Tasmin never bothered with, at least when it came to the selfless tasks that she performed. She would always looking for ways to make it up to someone when they did something kind to her. This was why she had dragged the boy back to her apartment and had done her best to care for him. Hopefully he would think that the notion was the least bit thoughtful.

He was insistent on the fact that Tasmin had done something extraordinarily nice to him. She gave a soft shake of her head, staring down at him with a warm smile. "Thank you for acknowledging what I did for you. I can tell you of at least a dozen other people who would have done the same thing. I'm just glad you're okay," Tasmin softly spoke, figuring that from the lump on his head he would have a pounding headache. Her hand dropped and absently she ran it through his hair fondly. Tasmin pursed her lips, growing silent as her stare grew more distant. What did he mean by not everyone would have done the same thing? Her mind didn't want to focus on the question too long because Tasmin had the pretense that violence was involved. Her thoughts grew more positive when he spoke about Domino, who whimpered quietly when he reached down and petted him. Tasmin gave Domino a soft nod, silently telling him that Sean was safe and didn't seem to pose much of a threat to her. "His name is Domino. Be careful though, please. He isn't much of a house pet, more of a guard dog," Tasmin gently said, glancing over at Sean and then back at Domino once more.

He was hungry, right. She needed to stop doting on her dog and cater to the injured boy who was splayed out on her couch. Coddle, that was the only thing that she had to offer. In the kitchen she fished out three decent bowls, decent meaning that they had the least cracks and chips. Peering at the pot Tasmin frowned, she hadn't made much. Scooping out the stew she gave the boy the most, knowing that his appetite must have been raging for something nutritional. Shoving spoons into two of the bowls Tasmin managed to balance all three of the bowls and set them onto the coffee table without spilling any of the coddle. "It's not much. Just a sort of stew that is a traditional Irish recipe," Tasmin explained, pushing the bowl towards the boy. She then grabbed the other bowl and leaned over to place it on the floor. "Eat up, Dom." Tasmin then settled back into the spot the Domino had abandoned on the couch. Her own bowl was going to be neglected for a moment. "Me name is Tasmin," she softly said, looking over at the boy with a gentle stare.

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Sean waited, scratching a spot behind his ears and then remembering his body was aching practically everywhere. The guys from earlier must've kicked him in every place their eyes could set on him until they were satisfied that he wouldn't live to tell the tale of fire people picking on him. Hell, would he even want to bring it up in the near future? He didn't know. He'd never experienced getting bullied by people who could bend fire, let alone be targetted by it. Amongst the aching pain and throbbing hits, there were burnt parts of him as well and the idea of standing beneath a cold shower was inviting... if only he could get up by himself.

Maybe later, when his stomach was filled.

He remembered how the girl had just stood there, unwilling to fight and for a while, he pondered about this. Everyone fought back when they were feeling threatened right? Well at least for him, that was what he would do nowadays. Nowadays... Ahh.. There was a time when he just took the punches and hoped he'd live through the attack. So maybe the girl was like his old self. Looking up, his eyes grew soft in their sockets and once again, his undying need of being everyone's shields clawed their way out of his heart. Maybe one day, the girl would learn to protect herself, but for now, maybe... He smiled and shook his head.

Her lecture on how people would do the same was still in his head as he thought of a way to word out his reasons. He'd waited until she came back to talk and ended up with nothing to say. The girl must've grown up to believe that everyone could love and could care. He was once like that too, until life punched him in the face to accept reality. No matter his hopes to see the light in everyone, a sinister, darker side was always a part of them. Not everyone was as kindhearted as she was to take him in and take care of his wounds, even cook something for him despite, Sean assumed, her financial state. Now here was a saint.

"It looks tasty," he assured her and reached for the bowl, gritting his teeth when the movement caused parts of his body to throb with pain. He did not want to appear weak. It took great effort but he finally got the bowl to rest on his lap and he started to eat, the spoon an inch from his mouth, he spoke. "Don't mind me," he told the girl, Tasmin, as she introduced herself. "You look like you could eat too," he said, his spoon landing back in the bowl to wait for her. Now that he could study her closer, he noticed how she looked tired and sleep-deprived that he gave out an inaudible gasp. Had she? She didn't... right? He glanced at his watch and counted the hours. "You weren't awake all this time, weren't you?" But Sean already knew the answer to his question. With the little he knew about the girl, he knew she had stayed up to look after him. It was blatantly obvious on her face too. He shuffled around the couch, keeping himself from screaming as he tried to stand up and sit on the floor and give her room. "You should sleep," he scolded softly as he placed the bowl on the table and rose to land a spot on the hard

WORDS! 585
STATUS! complete
TAGS! my girl tasmin <3
NOTES! fnnly rplied. woo.
INSPIRATION! The Killers
CREDITS! Template By arro @ Caution!
Pic By PIC CREDIT GOES HERE
LYRICS! "If You Can't Live Without Me,
Why Aren't You Dead Yet?" by Mayday Parade

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Staying up all night was something that she usually tried to work into her schedule. She had a fairly normal schedule, waking up close to six in the morning and then heading to bed around eleven at night or at midnight if she had a long shift at work. Sleep was something that she treasured. She found that after the long days at school and then at the restaurant she just wanted to collapse onto her lumpy bed and curl up to remain knocked out for the rest of the night and even some of the day. Keeping watch over Sean all night had really left her feeling drained. That wasn't something that she would admit, Tasmin wanted to remain attentive to him and every need that he could possibly have. Those two goons had managed to really mess him up and Tasmin still felt horribly about all of it. The least that she could have for him was to make sure that he slept safely through the night, even if they weren't in the most secure part of Maple Hollow. Her sleep could be sacrificed, even if she was nestled on the couch now and rubbing at her eyes. Sleep wasn't something she could afford at the moment.

The aroma of the coddle was only making her feel sick to her stomach now. She had been silently complaining about hunger earlier but now weariness had set in and her stomach wasn't up for digesting anything. Tasmin grabbed softly at her stomach and then peered over at Sean. He assured that the coddle was going to be tasty and she gave him a soft smile. He was a sweetheart, from what she could gather so far. "It's really just an old Irish recipe. Nothing too special. I can't exactly whip up anything fancy." She didn't sound bitter when she spoke about her financial state, only apologetic that she couldn't offer Sean anything more delicious or appealing. Her head lolled back, resting against the worn cushions of the couch that didn't offer much comfort anymore. Sean murmured something as he was about to eat, Tasmin only smiled in response. "You're completely fine," she reassured him, speaking quietly. Then she gave a gentle shake of her head. "Me stomach isn't hungry anymore. I'll just give my coddle to Dom."

Tasmin was content that the boy was resting on her couch and he was now getting some sort of contents into his stomach. She didn't need to bother with her own needs at the moment. Caring for herself would come after she was assured that Sean was in the best state his situation could offer. Tasmin pried her eyes open when she felt Sean's eyes on her, like he was inspecting her and trying to search for something. She lifted her head and bobbed it gently as an answer to his question. "I had to watch over you," Tasmin explained to him. Was it that astounding that she had forfeited sleep to assured that he was safe? She jumped up quickly, stumbling slightly. "No, I'm not going to kick you off of the couch." She spoke softly, stepping forward to take the bowl of coddle from him. With the coddle in one hand she used her other hand to gently push Sean back down onto the couch. "Sit and rest and eat. I'm fine." Tasmin spoke with finality before handing the bowl back to him and dropping back down onto the couch. Her eyelids felt like they could drop down over her eyes and never lift back up. Dammit, she couldn't be tired.

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