what's not to adore?

[ethan benjamin wilson]

YOU CAN DISH IT
but can you really take it !

walking through the graveyard always kept ethan quiet and content. okay, that was a down right lie. ethan was always a jumpy little fellow, someone that was hard to tame, someone who could easily amuse others and be amused. he was hardly ever serious with anything and adored to act like a child. well, that's all he knew how to do, other than seduce a person with his entrancing blue eyes and luring some place where he could have his way with them. he was slightly deranged and would cut any human, even himself to just get a taste of that hot, crimson substance that flowed through those pale veins. just the thought of having someone's blood in his mouth made it water, and made him sigh with contentment.

ethan was wearing a black and white stripped hoodie with a pair of tight, faded jeans. underneath his sweater was a purple t-shirt with a white sheep on it. it was his favourite shirt of all time. on his size six feet there could be found a pair of circa shoes, black, white and green another favourite of his. his bright blue eyes were accompanied by a giant mess of light brown hair. the wind that was present that evening wasn't making things easier for his long locks.

he sighed and shoved his little hands into his pockets. what was there to do on an evening like this? tt was windy and a little chilly out and there was hardly no people in the graveyard that night. no one for little ethan to bug. this made him a litle sad. he loved people and making conversation with them about random things. why is the sky blue? how come sheep are fluffy? why are kitties amused so easily? can I really fit into a box? those were just a few of the questions that this little sixteen year old would ask. but, to find someone who wanted to be asked those questions when no one was around...was kind of hard.

sighing once more, his ocean coloured eyes scanned the area for something appealing to do. that's when he spotted a bed of flowers. his eyes widened and he clapped his hands rapidly together. oh, goodie! flowers! he shouted in his little kid voice and skipped over to the flower bed that was currently hiding behind a bush. his smile widened when he spotted a few daisies. he, how he loved daisies, and giving them to people. ethan marched over to the daisy spot and sat on the ground, crossing his legs. awe, you look lonesome, he said when he spotted a lone daisy in a pile of roses. ethan didn't like roses at all. not just because they were thorny but because he couldn't stand the smell of them. it made him sick and reminded him of his little sister that he had lost a while back. his sister would have been turning five this year. if she was still with them.

the mere thought of his little sister brought tears to his eyes. they stung, but ethan didn't want to let them fall. he refused. he was hard headed when it came to crying about his little sister. he never ever cried when it came to her. the only time he actually cried was the day she had died. he sort of went numb after that. it was just recently that all of his emotions toward his sister came flooding back. he spotted a fluffy dandelion and took it in his hands. is it true that you can wish on one? he asked his sister. if anyone else would walk by, it would seem as though he were talking to himself. it might be the case but to ethan he was talking to his little sister.

word count: 635
muse: i move it - MILLIONAIRES
note: sorry, it was shorter than intended.
tag: open!

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[;; kisten russell shaw]

take a seat i'll tell you how i'm feeling
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TAKE A SEAT I'LL BREAK THAT LITTLE HEART
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kisten is a vampire. contrary to what most people believe. he will live forever ( as long as he doesn't throw himself into a bonfire or get himself decapitate ) and, as a member of the white court, he will always be inhumanely beautiful. plus, on the streets he will always pass for human to anybody who is ignorant of his species. the white court are reknown for being able to decieve, lie and manipulate their way through society, gaining exactly what they wish and killing very few people along their way. they can consume human food and drink, they can bear children and they don't have to drink the blood of their victims. kisten could think of nothing better to be..

human..

it would have been nice to remain through a few more of his teenage years as a human, his family had refrained from telling kisten and his twin about the family bloodline, so when they both came of age within the school, killing fellow students without realising, it came as a huge shock. their little sister, stil currently human (as far as she knows) is unaware of her heritage.. it's tempting to tell her. especially since the first time they always kill. without exception. always. kisten destroyed one of his friends but he got over it quickly, blaming his parents for the mistake. he doesn't want his sister to have to experience the same thing, she's delicate. or so he likes to think.

the cemetary was cool, the chill of the wind biting at his bare arms, perfectly pale skin pinkening beneath the constant onslaught. he knew he should have brought a jacket with him, but why bother when he could tap into the resource of raw, sexual energy he has stored within his very soul. it'd make his eyes spiral to a pure silver, his skin glow like the moonlight itself were emitting from his veins. but then he'd have to feed. he never, ever thought things through fully. he's lacking some serious common sense. which is another reason why he comes across as so very human.

"oh geeez..." he muttered to himself as he turned his head to the side, spotting the tell tale sight of somebody else. kisten lacks the senses most other white court vampires have to sense others of his kind, usually he has to go on instinct alone and hope that he's right. otherwise his life could depend on it. right now he could fight back, kisten is often underestimated, thought to be weak because of his unwillingness to cause fear. but he's strong. he has enough power stored within his body to take down another vampire with graceful ease.. perhaps even seduce them to death. the power can both ways. he can be frightful, or he can become lust incarnate, nothing but an entity solely alive for raise the most carnal of emotions within anybody who lays eyes on him.

but it costs so much energy.. so much that he rarely bothers.
he usually uses just enough power to run.
this is why his family, and the other members of the white court, view him to be weak.

he stared at this boy sat upon the grass, attempting to listen to words that whispered past his lips.. but he couldn't hear them. without opening himself to his Demon he's almost as weak, almost as useless as a human.. "hello.." he spoke finally, his lips curving into an innocent, yet simultaneously enticing smile as he approached this boy, walking past various graves as he did so, "a- are you visiting somebody.. i like, don't mean to intrude or anything," he didn't look very apologetic though, "i just... recognise you?"

he didn't really. he just wanted somebody to speak to. graveyards always creep him out a little bit and to be honest, he was starting to wonder why he'd even got side tracked here. he had been on his way back to school. besides, kisten's a creature of emotion, a vampire who feeds from it. lonliness is like being in the middle of a desert with no food around for miles. it's disconcerting as hell..

ooc;; ... i have no words for this. sorry for suckiness.

[ethan benjamin wilson]

YOU CAN DISH IT
but can you really take it !

as he sat there, ethan's mind went into over drive. it was as if he could still smell her sweet strawberry shampoo, see her bright blue eyes staring back at him, as if he could still hear her giggles. he was still recovering from it all. he raised his hand to his hair where his sister's pink clip lay there, blowing in the chilly air. sighing, he let it slide between his thumb and index finger for a few moments. he could hear her laughing at how silly he was being, wearing a girl's hair clip. but it was hers, the last thing that she had given him before she passed away. the last thing that he remembered from his 'normal' life. before he was taken into the hands of vampirism, his new father for eternity. where he learned to act and be like his kind. where he learned to thirst for human blood.

he‘d been really good with it lately, not having a random urge to cut himself or someone to get what he needed, what he craved, what he desired. it was hard sometimes. it was really hard to stay away from someone who had such sweet smelling blood. to ethan, everyone had their own scent, but to others, the humans, blood smelt like rust. well, that didn‘t matter right now. what mattered was the fact that his little sister kept racing across his mind, making a faint and blurred picture of the young child. oh, how he missed her and her crazy antics sometimes. sighing, he heard the crunching of the grass beside him and a male voice that he couldn't distinguish. it was a stranger.

looking up, ethan's blue eyes fell upon someone he didn't recognize at all. but the smell that was emitting from his tall body, that he did recognize. it was his best friend. crimson, warm, protruding from the boy's veins. ethan’s mouth watered. he knew that the other was one of him, one of his kind, but not of his court. he looked away not even paying attention to what the other said. he held on tighter to the flower's stem and blew off it's seeds, making a wish. the wish to not give into his craving.

looking back at the figure that was standing there and smiled, shrugging his shoulders. Oh, no. It's okay he stated lightly. he wasn't really his usual bubbly self right now. what with the sister being dead, a very large 'addiction' coming back and a complete stranger talking to him and all. he threw the stem of the dandelion away and turned to face this strange character with his glinting eyes. there was still a hint of the old ethan there. the normal ethan. but c'mon this was a new person in front of him, he had to be light a bubbly and childish. it was just who he was, no matter how big his attraction to the other's looks were.

Oh, I was just talking to the flowers, they seemed a little lonely he said looking back at the lone flowers. smiling, and trying to get his spirits into high gear without trying to eat the guy's face off, ethan uncrossed his legs and let them fan out in front of him. he looked at his little feet and gave out a little giggle before looking back at the other person. i'm ethan he said. it was only polite to give out an introduction when there was someone else there with you. even though the other person might not want to hear the introduction, it was still only polite. his smile soon faded into a little pout. just my little sister he said looking at the grave and then back at the other. ethan had to admit, the other was very fine looking and with looks like those, ethan was guessing he was in the white court.

word count: 652
muse: the one - MILLIONAIRES
note: XD it's alright...tis understandable
tag: kisten!

[;; kisten russell shaw]

take a seat i'll tell you how i'm feeling
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TAKE A SEAT I'LL BREAK THAT LITTLE HEART
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he rubbed at his arms, smoothing over non existant goose bump and attempting to warm up that pale skin. the dark tshirt he wore was fashionable, decorated with a logo of some band that nobody had ever heard of before. to be honest he hadn't either, he just liked the way it looked, he liked the way that it both clung and yet hung from his body. it made him look slightly more lithe than he already was. not to mention the skintight jeans that he wore upon his body, they were tight and yet still gave the illusion that there was circulation running through his legs. and they allowed him to crouch down just under two metres from ethan.

he looks like the guy most fathers warn their parents about, boyish good looks, a charming demeanor and something about him that just screamed 'let's get naked, i won't take advantage'. a natural type of pheromone that seeped from his very skin. he had that whiter than white smile that seemed to make girls panties spontaneously evaporate. go figure. but the way he acted seemingly unaware of this fact just made him seem innocent instead of a player. which was good. because kisten has never been truly innocent.. with over two hundred notches on his belt already he undoubtedly is one of the largest whores within the school. not including the rest of the white court vampires.

he smiled softly at the light tone of voice that ethan used, pleased that he wasn't trespassing upon something sacred. he was still unaware of what ethan was and there was no way he was tapping into his power resources to find out. so he was going to live on chance for the next few minutes and hope his world doesn't come crashing down in a graveyard. how painfully ironic would that be?

"lonely flowers?" he asked, looking bemused as he glanced down at the roses that spread over the grave. he always loved roses, their colours.. and the beauty that they were was so double edged. they entice you in with their scent and their coloured petals, only to cut you open when you attempt to take them. they remind him of himself, his scent, his looks, his voice, everything about him pulls hapless mortals towards him. and when they get too close they get hurt. he's the serpant beneath the rose, awaiting to strike those who reach out. "i suppose they can seem lonely," he added, reaching out and plucking a petal from a rose, looking at it almost mournfully, "i mean.. they don't exactly live long, do they? and they spend their entire lives in one place.. i bet some don't even have their beauty seen, they just pass on as if they never even existed.." he smiled wistfully, "i bet there are some people who're like flowers in that sense."

he blinked and looked past the petal to ethan, fixing him with his dark eyes and another one of his small yet charmingly disarming smiles, "hullo ethan, i'm kisten. kist for short if you want.." the other boy, he noted, was really quite cute. there was something he liked about the gentle softness to his face, there were no harsh lines anywhere.. and those eyes. kisten couldn't help but smile at those eyes. though. the smile disappeared as he learnt of who's grave they were sat near, "oh... i'm so sorry.. truly." he had never lost a member of his family. only the girl he had a crush on. and she had been taken from him thanks to himself, "i'm taking it that you were close?"

ooc;; ... slightly better post?

[ethan benjamin wilson]

YOU CAN DISH IT
but can you really take it !

ethan nodded his head and giggled gently. i agree. i know people who are like a rose. they sit there, and wait for someone to come and pick them and wilt away, wasting their beauty

[/color] he said looking at the rose petal in the male’s hands. He studied the boy’s face as he looked down at the red petal in a sad way. This made ethan wonder. Shrugging it off, he continued to study the other’s features and a light smile appeared on his face. He had exceptional beauty, one that could make anyone, with one glance, fall to their knees and beg for him to take them away. Begging him to be theirs. Of course just looking at him ethan could tell why they would want that. Just looking at him, ethan wanted that. He wondered more than ever now.

Kisten, what a lovely name. it was different and nice to ethan’s ears. He looked back at his little feet when the other’s voice rang through his ears, guessing that he and little jesse were close. aye, that we were, best of friends[/color] he replied with a sad tone. Ah crud, he really didn’t want sympathy or anything for this, he didn’t ask for it, but it came every time that he mentioned the death of his little sister. When he spoke a hint of an irish accent pulled through. It wasn’t heavy at all, but you could still tell that it was there. People would often say that it was nice and what not. This would make him smile. Ethan cleared his throat and ran a hand through his hair as another breeze blew through the night air. It was getting colder by the minute.

it’s nice to meet you kist![/color] he replied, trying to get back into his hyper and bubbly mood. He knew that this wasn’t going to be difficult. It rarely happened that he was in a bad mood or sad, but it was always easy for him to bounce back. And he did it with ease. He blinked a few times and looked right into the other’s blue eyes and smirked. so tell me kist, why are you here?[/color] he asked, now on all fours, still looking at him. Ethan never knew how he got into these positions but they usually paid off. He kept his smirk and his position waiting for an answer.

Alright, ethan was a little impatient sometimes. He giggled. walking around waiting to pounce some unsuspecting female?[/color] he asked raising a brow, biting on how lower lip. His bright blue eyes stayed in contact with the other icy ones. He wondered. Ethan was always wondering. Wondering about sexuality, about life, about life after someone passed. Well he wouldn’t pass unless someone got utterly angry at him and dismembered him or he was burned alive. It was still chilly out and the little boy giggled once more. you cold? he asked. Of course it was a stupid question, but the little gesture of rubbing his arms didn’t go unnoticed.

word count: didn’t count XD
muse: the sign - teen hearts
note: much better! -claps in congratulations-
tag: kisten!
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