( hero, openforone )

[ANGELINE WINDSOR]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=width,420,true] [STYLE=float: left; width: 90px; height: 90px; background-image: url(http://p5.pimg.in/G6KF.png); border-radius: 15px; border: #D13434 solid 3px; margin-left: 20px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; width: 50px; height: 60px; background-image: url(http://p5.pimg.in/G6KF.png); border-radius: 10px; border: #D13434 solid 3px; margin-left: 6px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; background-color: #D13434; color: #fff; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; text-shadow: #fff 1px 1px 1px; padding: 5px; margin-left: 10px;] A [/style][STYLE=float: left; color: #222; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: -3px; padding: 4px; 2px 4px 0px;]IN'T A SCENE *[/style][STYLE=background: url(http://i.imgur.com/45860.gif); width: 450px; height: 80px; border-bottom: #D13434 6px solid; border-radius: 14px 14px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 14px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 14px; margin-top: -40px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: right; color: #222; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 4px; margin-top: -19px; margin-right: 8px;] IT'S A GODDAMN ARMS RACE [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; text-align: justify; color: #c2c2c2; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; line-height: 10px; padding: 1px; padding-left: 122px;] ❚ WORDS --- ❚ TAGS someone ❚ NOTES text text text text text text[/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: #c2c2c2; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px; padding: 0px 30px 10px 30px;]Angeline laughed at Felix’s words – and then realized, that, well, they weren’t as far-fetched as he was making it out to be. Although it was often buried under his perpetual scowl and grumbling, Felix was actually quite attractive; as much as Angeline teased his age, and all, the mid-twenties were actually quite young, too. And maybe he didn’t notice, but Angeline wasn’t exactly the only one getting stares from the opposite sex. All these stupid new girls were always gaggling at him, pointing and whispering and staring behind his back, lovestruck and infatuated. It was disgusting, and Angeline had often wanted to rip out their hairs on occasion. At his next words, Angeline only clutched the statue tighter against herself; and soon, she was left staring as he sloped off to report to the higher-ups, and it had her memories triggering of the old days. When Felix was allowed to go on missions, and she wasn’t, and he’d return and leave her by herself to go speak to the higher ups. With a huff, Angeline whirled on her heels and marched up to her room, whereupon she set down the statue carefully on her shelf, along with the other souvenirs Felix had brought her. She smiled at the neat row, before pausing to change out of her uniform; she obviously wasn’t going to be let out on another mission now, after all, and really, at all other times the uniform was for show. But if she was only going to be talking to Felix, Angeline didn’t feel as though she needed to put up a certain image – so she changed out of the black and gold, and into loose sweat pants and thin shirt. As soon as her head came through the opening, Fantamir resumed his perch on her arm, and she pet his head softly before leaving the room. TIME SKIP HURR CUZ AYUMI BE DA LAZY The commons was a room entirely unbefitting of the Order – painted in warm, rich lively colors, decorated with plush sofas and carpets and even a fireplace, it proved to be quite a welcoming, quiet place. There was a separate area for generals, too, which was hardly ever occupied because, hey – most generals became generals for a reason, and that was for working hard twenty four-seven. Angeline skipped on over to one of the couches and curled up on her seat, legs tucked under herself and arms wrapped around one of the throw pillows. [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; color: #434343; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; text-align: right; padding: 0px 10px 5px 0px;]made by ayu of btn [/style]

[FELIX VALINT]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,bottom][atrb=cellspacing,0,bTable][atrb=cellpadding,0,bTable][atrb=style,background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/mBgMc.png); background-position: bottom right;background-repeat: no-repeat;background-color: #040404;][atrb=width,421px,true] [STYLE=margin: 10px 20px 0px 20px; width: 381px; background-color: #040404; opacity: .7;filter:alpha(opacity=70);color: #eeeeee;font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding: 5px;]Sighing with relief as he exited the heavily sealed and sound-proofed room in which he had spent nearly an hour listening to important people wave their arms and yell and argue, Felix marveled at the sheer silence that the hallways seemed to offer. His ears were still ringing though, and he winced as he rubbed at the abused appendages. Assuming his usual stoic expression, lips twisted down in an eternal scowl, he strode down the hallway, long legs eating up space as his jacket fluttered, the golden trimming shining in the bright lighting. The recruits and clergymen parted like water for him, whispers following in his wake. Well wasn't he popular. As he silently stepped into the commons, he shed his sandals at the entrance, preferring to feel the ground under his feet. His footsteps were noiseless as they sank into the plush carpet, and shrugging of his jacket, he smoothed the black wifebeater over smooth muscles, not breaking stride. Arriving behind the couch in which he could vaguely see pink hair scattered everywhere, he sighed, dropping the uniform on top of Angeline as he leaned forward, settling his arms on the back of the seat. "I've never seen one conversation go in circles so many times before; be glad you weren't there, brat."[/style] [STYLE=margin: 25px 0px 10px 20px;width: 335px;color: #e2e2e2;background-color: #040404;opacity: .9; filter: alpha(opacity=90);padding: 5px;font-size: 10px;][classy=iicon][/classy] Notes: omnipresent mang Words: idk Tagged: dragonlady 8U[/style]

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[ANGELINE WINDSOR]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=width,420,true] [STYLE=float: left; width: 90px; height: 90px; background-image: url(http://p5.pimg.in/G6KF.png); border-radius: 15px; border: #D13434 solid 3px; margin-left: 20px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; width: 50px; height: 60px; background-image: url(http://p5.pimg.in/G6KF.png); border-radius: 10px; border: #D13434 solid 3px; margin-left: 6px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; background-color: #D13434; color: #fff; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; text-shadow: #fff 1px 1px 1px; padding: 5px; margin-left: 10px;] A [/style][STYLE=float: left; color: #222; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: -3px; padding: 4px; 2px 4px 0px;]IN'T A SCENE *[/style][STYLE=background: url(http://i.imgur.com/45860.gif); width: 450px; height: 80px; border-bottom: #D13434 6px solid; border-radius: 14px 14px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 14px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 14px; margin-top: -40px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: right; color: #222; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 4px; margin-top: -19px; margin-right: 8px;] IT'S A GODDAMN ARMS RACE [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; text-align: justify; color: #c2c2c2; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; line-height: 10px; padding: 1px; padding-left: 122px;] ❚ WORDS --- ❚ TAGS someone ❚ NOTES text text text text text text[/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: #c2c2c2; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px; padding: 0px 30px 10px 30px;]Angeline’s head bobbed slightly as she felt a heavy weight being dropped on her head, and she let out a small, high-pitched squeal when it suddenly came. Damnit, exorcist coats were heavy – this jerk. She swiveled her head, hair out of sorts and sticking out at awkward angles, and tried a glower from half-under the black material. She pulled it with a huff off of her head, and it only messed up her hair further. Angeline turned around to sit facing the back of the chair, cross-legged and clutching the jacket. It was a familiar smell – Felix’s cologne, mixed in with the faint traces of ash and blood from the battlefield; she wrinkled her nose at it. Angeline looked up at Felix, then, furrowing her brows into a frown. And then she noticed his stark lack of clothes, and the memories of girls staring wide-eyed and starstruck at Felix had her scowling and flat-eyed. ”Maybe you should wear your clothes instead of throwing them at my tender head,” she muttered, rubbing at the back of her scalp. And then, she crossed her arms with a huff. ”I have been in there before, you know,” she replied with pursed lips. It was incredibly boring, really – she didn’t know why she’d been so nervous when she’d first gone in. It was a circle of elderly men without any real abilities, screaming at each other about inconsequential things. ”I usually play games with Fantamir after the first few minutes – they don’t notice me, anyway.” [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; color: #434343; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; text-align: right; padding: 0px 10px 5px 0px;]made by ayu of btn [/style]

[FELIX VALINT]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,bottom][atrb=cellspacing,0,bTable][atrb=cellpadding,0,bTable][atrb=style,background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/mBgMc.png); background-position: bottom right;background-repeat: no-repeat;background-color: #040404;][atrb=width,421px,true] [STYLE=margin: 10px 20px 0px 20px; width: 381px; background-color: #040404; opacity: .7;filter:alpha(opacity=70);color: #eeeeee;font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding: 5px;]"Why should I?" he shrugged, a satisfied smirk on his lips, "I have a perfectly functioning coat rack right here, don't I? Besides, it's not like I'm stark naked," Felix protested, tugging at the wifebeater a bit before allowing it to settle back over his form, scowling again. It wasn't like he was some pervy old man who opened his trench coat to flash his junk at passers-by. He still had his pants and the sash on. "What, too hard to handle that I have better guns than you?" he teased, scoffing as he flexed one arm. They weren't that muscular, but they were certainly defined enough. Well, he hoped that he was more muscular than the brat. For both of their sakes. He quieted as she spoke again. Rolling his eyes, he spoke again, saying, "Yeah, but sometimes they actually have something worth saying," his words were condescending, as if Angeline was much too young to understand the importance of those old, balding, serious men that seemed to inhabit the meeting room at all hours of the day. "Lucky," Felix accused, "as soon as I get in there they start asking me all these things that apparently, as the all-knowing general out of us three, I should already know. Why can't you and Alistair act smarter for once?"[/style] [STYLE=margin: 25px 0px 10px 20px;width: 335px;color: #e2e2e2;background-color: #040404;opacity: .9; filter: alpha(opacity=90);padding: 5px;font-size: 10px;][classy=iicon][/classy] Notes: omnipresent mang Words: idk Tagged: dragonlady 8U[/style]

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[ANGELINE WINDSOR]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=width,420,true] [STYLE=float: left; width: 90px; height: 90px; background-image: url(http://p5.pimg.in/G6KF.png); border-radius: 15px; border: #D13434 solid 3px; margin-left: 20px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; width: 50px; height: 60px; background-image: url(http://p5.pimg.in/G6KF.png); border-radius: 10px; border: #D13434 solid 3px; margin-left: 6px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; background-color: #D13434; color: #fff; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; text-shadow: #fff 1px 1px 1px; padding: 5px; margin-left: 10px;] A [/style][STYLE=float: left; color: #222; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: -3px; padding: 4px; 2px 4px 0px;]IN'T A SCENE *[/style][STYLE=background: url(http://i.imgur.com/45860.gif); width: 450px; height: 80px; border-bottom: #D13434 6px solid; border-radius: 14px 14px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 14px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 14px; margin-top: -40px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: right; color: #222; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 4px; margin-top: -19px; margin-right: 8px;] IT'S A GODDAMN ARMS RACE [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; text-align: justify; color: #c2c2c2; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; line-height: 10px; padding: 1px; padding-left: 122px;] ❚ WORDS --- ❚ TAGS someone ❚ NOTES text text text text text text[/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: #c2c2c2; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px; padding: 0px 30px 10px 30px;]Angeline scowled when Felix flexed his arm – way to rub it in, jerk. Angeline had been working hard these past few years, trying to develop some real muscles. She didn’t know why – whether it was because she was used to riding on top of her innocence instead of actively wielding it, or if her genes simply naturally lacked muscular builds, she didn’t seem to be gaining any. She was just skinny, soft, pokeable Angeline, and it made her want to scowl even more. So she reached over and pinched the flesh of the arm Felix had just flexed, sniffing haughtily. ”I don’t see any muscles – I just see a stringy, skinny arm,” she declared, before sticking her tongue out at him- And then, he said the words that made her expression turn right back into a frown once more. Felix was always treating her as though she were some child, and it was beginning to irk her; she didn’t know why, but it did. It wasn’t normal, for Angeline to feel so strongly about anything in particular, but whenever he treated her as though she were the same lost little child from years ago, it had her feeling more frustrated and helpless than ever. She propped herself up, then, sitting upright on her knees so that she was on eye-level with the other. Brows furrowed, she leaned in- -then slapped him with the palm of her hand in the middle of his forehead, scowling. ”Stop treating me like I’m a little girl,” she insisted, pursing her lips. ”Because I’m not.” She crossed her arms in front of her chest, hair swept over one shoulder. Angeline flicked her nose to one side. ”I do act smart. Don’t group me with that weirdo.” [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; color: #434343; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; text-align: right; padding: 0px 10px 5px 0px;]made by ayu of btn [/style]

[FELIX VALINT]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,bottom][atrb=cellspacing,0,bTable][atrb=cellpadding,0,bTable][atrb=style,background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/mBgMc.png); background-position: bottom right;background-repeat: no-repeat;background-color: #040404;][atrb=width,421px,true] [STYLE=margin: 10px 20px 0px 20px; width: 381px; background-color: #040404; opacity: .7;filter:alpha(opacity=70);color: #eeeeee;font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding: 5px;]He wrinkled his nose at her when she pinched his arm, and declared that it was, indeed, not up to standard. "Better than yours," he muttered, scowling, his pride wounded. The little twerp... --his arm wasn't that skinny, right? So engrossed in studying the contours of his muscles was he that he didn't notice as Angeline shifted, moving closer until-- she hit him! The brat had the gall to slap him! Why did she even... "Hey! What was that-" he was cut off by her next words. The mood seemed to shift then. Silence fell over him for a moment as he mulled over her words. He didn't treat her like a child. He was just being protective, and she was just being too sensitive, too foolish; but a part of him, deep down, knew better. "I... I don't..." he trailed off, not wanting to blatantly lie, but his stubborn pride keeping him from admitting that, okay, maybe he treated her as if she was just a tad bit younger than she was. It was just that he could never forget the little pink-haired girl, blue eyes wide, trailing in his shadow, so proper and grown up for one so little. It was foolish, to think that he could have ever given her the childhood she'd never had by treating her like one, but a small part of him had hoped. Scrambling to say something, he said, "Tch, I'll treat you like you're a big girl when you act like it."[/style] [STYLE=margin: 25px 0px 10px 20px;width: 335px;color: #e2e2e2;background-color: #040404;opacity: .9; filter: alpha(opacity=90);padding: 5px;font-size: 10px;][classy=iicon][/classy] Notes: omnipresent mang Words: idk Tagged: dragonlady 8U[/style]

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[ANGELINE WINDSOR]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=width,420,true] [STYLE=float: left; width: 90px; height: 90px; background-image: url(http://p5.pimg.in/G6KF.png); border-radius: 15px; border: #D13434 solid 3px; margin-left: 20px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; width: 50px; height: 60px; background-image: url(http://p5.pimg.in/G6KF.png); border-radius: 10px; border: #D13434 solid 3px; margin-left: 6px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; background-color: #D13434; color: #fff; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; text-shadow: #fff 1px 1px 1px; padding: 5px; margin-left: 10px;] A [/style][STYLE=float: left; color: #222; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: -3px; padding: 4px; 2px 4px 0px;]IN'T A SCENE *[/style][STYLE=background: url(http://i.imgur.com/45860.gif); width: 450px; height: 80px; border-bottom: #D13434 6px solid; border-radius: 14px 14px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 14px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 14px; margin-top: -40px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: right; color: #222; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 4px; margin-top: -19px; margin-right: 8px;] IT'S A GODDAMN ARMS RACE [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; text-align: justify; color: #c2c2c2; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; line-height: 10px; padding: 1px; padding-left: 122px;] ❚ WORDS --- ❚ TAGS someone ❚ NOTES text text text text text text[/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: #c2c2c2; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px; padding: 0px 30px 10px 30px;]Angeline had never had much of a childhood – what little she had, had been spent safely within the walls of her home, surrounded by fluffy teddy bears and flouncy dresses and bright red girl heels. She’d been plucked from there, paired with a lizard, then set down in a stone-cold castle with somber faces wearing dark clothes and darker attitudes. But Angeline was a survivor, so she’d learned to adapt. Despite toddling after Felix in her younger years, short feet waddling awkwardly and pudgy hands clinging to the back of his shirt, Angeline had never been a ‘child’ for long. She understood, really, that death was always around the corner, and one had to learn to deal with it, or simply grow mad at the constant gloom cast overhead. She’d never been allowed to be a child. And she didn’t know why, now that she really didn’t even look like one, Felix insisted on continuing to treat her as one. It was frustrating, and irritating, because all he ever saw her as was that little girl, lost and wide-eyed and clinging to his hand. And she wasn’t. She was older now, and prettier, and didn’t cry, damnit- ”I don’t act like a child!” she burst, voice rising and pout deepening. ”You’re the only one who treats me like a baby around here,” she muttered, crossing her arms in a huff. And it was true – the new ones treated her as though she were some fearsome monster that ate children for breakfast, upon glancing at Fantamir curled around her arm. The old ones – at least, whomever was left from her childhood days – simply gave her little indulgent smiles, as though she were a daughter who had grown up and left home. And occasionally there were the males, who had yet to realize that Angeline raised a dragon, and tried to act a little cooler than they actually were. But no one treated her like a child – especially not with Fantamir around. Felix always did, though, and it had her wanting to throw a childish tantrum because it irritated her beyond belief. She’d grown out of her awkward, gangly limbs and adolescent phase into a young woman, thank you very much – and she’d like to be looked upon as such. ”Do you want me to be younger, or something?” she nudged, peering upwards at him through wary eyes. [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; color: #434343; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; text-align: right; padding: 0px 10px 5px 0px;]made by ayu of btn [/style]

[FELIX VALINT]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,bottom][atrb=cellspacing,0,bTable][atrb=cellpadding,0,bTable][atrb=style,background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/mBgMc.png); background-position: bottom right;background-repeat: no-repeat;background-color: #040404;][atrb=width,421px,true] [STYLE=margin: 10px 20px 0px 20px; width: 381px; background-color: #040404; opacity: .7;filter:alpha(opacity=70);color: #eeeeee;font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding: 5px;]Angeline raising her voice? Felix was taken aback. Where was the carefree girl that he knew? He blinked, once, twice, and then-- --he felt angry. She didn't understand that he knew what was best for her, treated her the way that was best for her. It hurt, her anger. He leaned backwards, taken aback, the hurt in his eyes apparent, and he curled his fingers into the soft fabric, his fingernails digging into the poor couch. "Someone has to do it," he snapped, "and that person happens to be me! Why does it bother you so much, huh?" he knew that he shouldn't be doing this, lashing out at one of the only people he cared about. But he felt cornered, trapped like a wild animal in a cage, and Felix abhorred feeling vulnerable. It was a weakness, a disease. "Besides," he added defensively, "it's not like I want you to be younger! In fact, I wish you were older! Much older!" he proclaimed, and threw his hands up, frustrated, and gripped at his suddenly infuriating blond curls, poised to rip them out. "You should be glad I'm not treating you like overly sexed up treat on a plate, like-- them!" what did she want? For him to treat her like a revered, elderly matron? Knowing the brat she might actually want something like that, but-- --he wasn't willing to give, damn it.[/style] [STYLE=margin: 25px 0px 10px 20px;width: 335px;color: #e2e2e2;background-color: #040404;opacity: .9; filter: alpha(opacity=90);padding: 5px;font-size: 10px;][classy=iicon][/classy] Notes: omnipresent mang Words: idk Tagged: dragonlady 8U[/style]

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[ANGELINE WINDSOR]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=width,420,true] [STYLE=float: left; width: 90px; height: 90px; background-image: url(http://p5.pimg.in/G6KF.png); border-radius: 15px; border: #D13434 solid 3px; margin-left: 20px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; width: 50px; height: 60px; background-image: url(http://p5.pimg.in/G6KF.png); border-radius: 10px; border: #D13434 solid 3px; margin-left: 6px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; background-color: #D13434; color: #fff; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; text-shadow: #fff 1px 1px 1px; padding: 5px; margin-left: 10px;] A [/style][STYLE=float: left; color: #222; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: -3px; padding: 4px; 2px 4px 0px;]IN'T A SCENE *[/style][STYLE=background: url(http://i.imgur.com/45860.gif); width: 450px; height: 80px; border-bottom: #D13434 6px solid; border-radius: 14px 14px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 14px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 14px; margin-top: -40px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: right; color: #222; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 4px; margin-top: -19px; margin-right: 8px;] IT'S A GODDAMN ARMS RACE [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; text-align: justify; color: #c2c2c2; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; line-height: 10px; padding: 1px; padding-left: 122px;] ❚ WORDS --- ❚ TAGS someone ❚ NOTES text text text text text text[/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: #c2c2c2; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px; padding: 0px 30px 10px 30px;]Angeline leaned back, eyes apprehensive – she didn’t understand this abrupt belligerence from Felix; she’d only huffed, and he was- he was angry. Immediately, Angeline felt her own irritation quelling, replaced instead with guilt. She didn’t like it with Felix was angry at her, because she felt like she’d done something extremely wrong- And at his next words, her eyes widened; she stared at him blankly, stung, cheeks beginning to flush red. She should be glad that he wasn’t treating her like a sex object? Like- like others did? Angeline blinked, lips beginning to press into a thin line and tremble – half out of hurt, half out of anger. She knew how some of the more dirty guys looked at her, and she didn’t like it, but she’d never cared much, since they weren’t people she gave a flying damn about. But she did care about how Felix thought of her, and he- -he thought that she was lucky he wasn’t treating her like they did? Almost as though that’s how she was supposed to be treated, and he was being the nice one not to? She felt the hurt lance through her chest again, and almost wanted to bite her tongue – because perhaps this was exactly why she didn’t like caring about people; in the end, all they did was hurt her anyway. She felt childish and immature thinking so, but at this moment, she couldn’t help but feel it was true. ”Well,” she murmured, eyes flickering upwards reproachingly at him. ”I should be very thankful that I’m not being treated like a low-class little sex object, shouldn’t I? I’m so grateful because really, that’s how I should be treated,” she responded, lashes fluttering as she blinked almost angrily. ”I didn’t know that’s how you felt – I’m so glad you reminded me to be thankful. I’ll be careful not to oversetep my boundaries again, and grow up because apparently I’m still a child.” She’d only wanted him to stop looking at her as though she were some naïve, silly child – and she got this. Well. [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; color: #434343; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; text-align: right; padding: 0px 10px 5px 0px;]made by ayu of btn [/style]

[FELIX VALINT]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,bottom][atrb=cellspacing,0,bTable][atrb=cellpadding,0,bTable][atrb=style,background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/mBgMc.png); background-position: bottom right;background-repeat: no-repeat;background-color: #040404;][atrb=width,421px,true] [STYLE=margin: 10px 20px 0px 20px; width: 381px; background-color: #040404; opacity: .7;filter:alpha(opacity=70);color: #eeeeee;font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding: 5px;]"No," he breathed, realizing that Angeline had taken it the wrong way, "No! Angeline! That's not what I meant, I--" he hesitated; the words on the tip of his tongue frozen. He began berating himself inwardly for his lack of tact. He couldn't stand seeing that expression on her face, pride be damned. "Angeline, I--" "I'm sorry, alright? I... fuck, I just mean you're becoming a very beautiful young woman, and I don't like the way those pigs are looking at you, and I--" he stopped, letting out a sigh of defeat. "I'm making a fool out of myself; look, I didn't mean it that way, but I need to go..." he thought about it for a second. "Lie down. I need to go lie down." Felix Valint, the coward general, huh, he thought, as he began to turn. He shouldn't just be running off like this, but he couldn't own up to what he had just blurted out. Hell, he didn't even know where that came from? Since when Felix, master of apathy, jealous? He wasn't jealous, he had just been trying to apologize and well-- --it had just come out. She was indeed a pretty girl (even when she had been little she was cute in that overly sweet way), but, he didn't think of her that way. Really. Well, it was already too late; he'd probably just done away with the relationship of trust they'd built up over ten years. He'd never felt more stupid in his life.[/style] [STYLE=margin: 25px 0px 10px 20px;width: 335px;color: #e2e2e2;background-color: #040404;opacity: .9; filter: alpha(opacity=90);padding: 5px;font-size: 10px;][classy=iicon][/classy] Notes: omnipresent mang Words: idk Tagged: dragonlady 8U[/style]

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[ANGELINE WINDSOR]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=width,420,true] [STYLE=float: left; width: 90px; height: 90px; background-image: url(http://p5.pimg.in/G6KF.png); border-radius: 15px; border: #D13434 solid 3px; margin-left: 20px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; width: 50px; height: 60px; background-image: url(http://p5.pimg.in/G6KF.png); border-radius: 10px; border: #D13434 solid 3px; margin-left: 6px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; background-color: #D13434; color: #fff; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; text-shadow: #fff 1px 1px 1px; padding: 5px; margin-left: 10px;] A [/style][STYLE=float: left; color: #222; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: -3px; padding: 4px; 2px 4px 0px;]IN'T A SCENE *[/style][STYLE=background: url(http://i.imgur.com/45860.gif); width: 450px; height: 80px; border-bottom: #D13434 6px solid; border-radius: 14px 14px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 14px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 14px; margin-top: -40px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: right; color: #222; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 4px; margin-top: -19px; margin-right: 8px;] IT'S A GODDAMN ARMS RACE [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; text-align: justify; color: #c2c2c2; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; line-height: 10px; padding: 1px; padding-left: 122px;] ❚ WORDS --- ❚ TAGS someone ❚ NOTES text text text text text text[/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: #c2c2c2; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px; padding: 0px 30px 10px 30px;]Angeline had just about been ready to turn on her heels and march up to her room in an angry huff – but then Felix started spluttering, like he didn’t know what to do, and she had to wait and watch for what would happen. Because really, she’d never seen him lose his cool this much, and she thought it enjoyable just to be able to experience it. That, and she was so genuinely surprised, that half of her anger had flown out the window. He was apologizing like there was no tomorrow, trying to cover it with compliments and more rambling. And depite herself, Angeline couldn’t help but to be pleased that he’d called her pretty. She was a vain person to begin with, but she was a bit of a snob, too – she didn’t like compliments from strangers. She did, however, like them from Felix. Angeline straightened up, then, lips quivering and trying to keep the smile off of her face – she was mollified, for now. But then Felix was so at a loss that he was going to leave- -and Angeline did the first thing that came to mind, standing up and reaching over with her arm, calling out with a ”Wait-!” She wrapped her hand around Felix, smiling triumphantly when she got a good grasp – and what happened next was a blur. Her knees hit the back of the sofa and she went toppling over, squealing, and she gripped at Felix even as the two went crashing down. And then they hit the floor, Felix first and then Angeline- -and her lips crashed against his, and then her eyes were widening and her heart was fluttering and the world became a spinning mess. [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; color: #434343; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; text-align: right; padding: 0px 10px 5px 0px;]made by ayu of btn [/style]

[FELIX VALINT]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,bottom][atrb=cellspacing,0,bTable][atrb=cellpadding,0,bTable][atrb=style,background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/mBgMc.png); background-position: bottom right;background-repeat: no-repeat;background-color: #040404;][atrb=width,421px,true] [STYLE=margin: 10px 20px 0px 20px; width: 381px; background-color: #040404; opacity: .7;filter:alpha(opacity=70);color: #eeeeee;font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding: 5px;]He turned back, even as his mind screamed for him not to do it, that he would just make a bigger fool of himself; but as the faithful dog he was, he followed Angeline's command, and he twisted around, surprised by her strong grip on his arm. His mouth began to open in a shout for her to let go (damn it, he hadn't realized that she would be pulled forward by his momentum), and then they were tumbling, Felix falling backwards, his back hitting the ground and Angeline falling on him, and then suddenly-- --her mouth was on his. Had anyone seen the spectacle, they would have laughed at how wide-eyed both of them were, and oh god, Angeline's big blue eyes were so close to his own yellow-green, and oh god, they were kissing. Shocked, Felix was still for a moment, and oh god he actually was enjoying it; her lips were so soft, and-- --coming to his senses, he almost threw her off in his haste to get up, disconnecting their mouths and scrambling to his feet. "I-- I have to go!" he spluttered, then mentally berated himself again. Of course he had to go! He'd just kissed the brat, and it was all her fault and-- --turning, he fled, leaving behind his jacket and sandals.[/style] [STYLE=margin: 25px 0px 10px 20px;width: 335px;color: #e2e2e2;background-color: #040404;opacity: .9; filter: alpha(opacity=90);padding: 5px;font-size: 10px;][classy=iicon][/classy] Notes: omnipresent mang Words: idk Tagged: dragonlady 8U[/style]

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