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Post by carina madison lancaster on Aug 13, 2011 21:29:43 GMT -5
carina sat on the end of the bed, her feet planted firmly on the ground in front of her, her arms resting on her jean-clad thighs, crossing at the wrists. she was staring rather intently at the mirror that hung on the wall in front of her, watching herself. she saw a girl, slouching, wearing baggy clothes, her hair pulled up into a messy ponytail. she looked..sloppy. not like herself. a few months ago, she would be seen with perfect posture, clothing that fit to her form, and her hair and make-up done, ready to show the world exactly who she was and what she could offer. now, though, as she stood up, shaking her head, she pressed the loose clothing against her stomach, revealing a small but noticeable bulge. she bit the inside of her cheek, restraining herself from letting tears well up in her eyes. what had she done? of course, by this point, she had told alek. he had been more than understanding, more than okay with it..he was perfect about it. even when she was the one that got upset, he found a way to calm her down. he found a way to fix everything, like he always did. whatever was wrong, he could fix it; with a smile, a laugh, a gentle caress. it didn't take much more for carina to know that he was perfect for her, and for some reason, she felt like she was perfect for him, too.
she slid the fabric of her shirt back, bunching it in a handful on her side. she tied a ponytail around the fabric, keeping the t-shirt stretched out. she took a step back from the mirror, putting her hands in her back pockets. she shifted her weight, placing her hand on her hip. carina watched herself in the mirror as she turned sideways, her eyes flicking down to her stomach. by this point, about three months along, she could baretly fit in her ballet costumes anymore, with their cinched waists and tight fabric. what was she going to tell her coach when the next audition comes up? the next rehersal, performace? hey, sorry, i'm pregnant, i can't dance anymore. carina could only imagine her response..it would have something to do with 'ruining her dream' and 'waisting her time' and maybe, if she was in a particularly bad mood, 'abortion.' carina laughed a bit to herself, mockingly. if she thought telling alek had been hard, she hadn't seen anything yet. she pulled her eyes away from the mirror and shifted their gaze to the shut door, the broken bolt on the door handle telling her that it couldn't be locked. she had known that, of course, alek could potentially walk in at any moment and see her practically breaking down in front of the mirror. she wasn't quite sure whether that idea scared her, or that maybe him seeing her like this would be a good thing.
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Post by alek on Aug 15, 2011 20:01:20 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] we can make this last ( WORDS ) your mum ( TAGGED ) carina ( STATUS ) complete a red stroke over the blue, two colours meshing into one. violet gushing over the orange, a sunset, if you will. the eyes were the most important part; he had to make them perfect, lest the entire piece be for nothing. mumford and sons was playing in the background quietly; the young adult needed some type of media playing for him to really bring a canvas to life. the entire studio was covered in paintings of every colour, shape, and size. the particular piece he was painting, however, had a much more deeper meaning than anything he had previously painted. he was going to be a dad! the thought both instilled fear and joy into him. alek wiped his brow and took a step back. before him lie a painting of carina, sporting a belly bump and holding a little bundle in her arms. he always attempted to sell his pieces, but he knew he'd be keeping this one. his breath caught as he began to think about the pregnancy again; he was so shocked to think that she had fears of him leaving. he was not that kind of man, and, as he'd told her, he was looking forward to having a child. soon enough carina would be able to dance again, and hey, maybe she'd get a career out of it. she was good enough for it.
with a sigh he wiped his brow again and set his paintbrush down, the pallet soon after. he'd promised to go meet carina soon and he was never one to break a promise. a smile spread over his face at the thought of seeing his girlfriend again. they were perfect together; two missing pieces of a puzzle. they fit each other perfectly. if she moved, he'd go with her. of course, if she tried to jump off a bridge he wouldn't follow. no, he'd be at the bottom to catch her. after a small jump in the shower he started off, whistling as he made his way to carina's house. alek was happy he moved to america, after all. sure, london was fabulous, but carina wasn't there.
a small wiggle of the handle and he was in; he would need to invest in that, first. getting her a lock that really worked. he didn't want to worry about his pregnant girlfriend getting broken into. if worse came to worse, he'd let her move in with him. hell, she practically lived with him already. light flooded into the room as he peered around. "cari-" |
[/i] he wasn't able to finish his sentence as he saw the broken girl crying. alek rushed to her side and cupped her face, worry swimming in his eyes. however, instead of asking her, he simply pulled her close into a hug. "it'll be okay, shh."[/i] [/div] my babies [/center][/td][/tr][/table] [/center] |
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Post by carina madison lancaster on Aug 18, 2011 23:15:04 GMT -5
carina felt like she knew alek every single time she looked in his eyes. she had known him for long enough that with even a small glance, one that lasted for one fleeting second, she could tell what he was feeling and, sometimes, if she was lucky, what he was thinking. it was a little strange, discovering that connection that you have with someone. to know that someone else potentially knew you so well, loved you enough, that they could literally see inside you was a feeling incomparable to anything else. it was a feeling that carina knew alek identified the moment he saw her, standing in front of that dusty mirror, tears leaking down her cheeks. she used it too, that superpower that every pair of lovers would kill to have. light flooded the room as the door was pushed open. carina turned slightly, her eyes first recognising his messy hair. then he turned to her, only speaking half of her name before their eyes locked for just a split second. it look less than a second for him to reach her, but it felt like an eternity to carina. she felt his hand cup her face, but she had closed her eyes. she hated looking weak in front of him. at that moment, that was all she needed. to feel his arms protectively wrapped around her, to smell his familiar scent, to hear his perfect voice. she collapsed a little in his grasp, pressing her body into his, feeling her shape fit perfectly into his.
she forced a small smile on her lips as she pulled her head away from him for a moment, pressing her lips onto his. it was a short kiss, but long enough for her to send the message she wanted to give. all her life, carina wanted something like this. she wanted someone who would kiss her softly, who would make her smile when she's crying, to give her stomach butterflies whenever she saw him. and who would have guessed, that the one day that she had gone out to the grocery store, clad in little more than no make-up and sweatpants, she would meet that person. her perfect opposite, that one prince that every little girl dreams would come and sweep them off their feet. carina wiped her eyes, a small but genuine smile on her face, then buried her face in his shoulder. don't look at me..i look awful she laughed a little, her fingers twisting the fabric of the back of his shirt.
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