sky full of lighters (c)

[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;]The hallways of the dormitories were empty, now, brightly lit by electrical lights overhead and carpeted warmly upon the numerous requests of its inhabitants. Most of the people were either gathering up in the commons room or downstairs in the cafeteria – but a single figure stood leaned against the wall, outlined starkly in a form-fitting black uniform, golden buttons gleaming. Pale, coral pink hair twisted their way downwards to a thin waist, and cerulean eyes stared idly at the heeled foot which continued to scuff against the floor. Angeline’s hands were clasped behind her back, and she looked very much like a small child waiting for her parents to return home. Fantamir was, for once, on the ground in front of her, peering up at her apprehensively. She wasn’t here for no reason, she thought with a pout. She was here, because a certain someone was due back from a mission tonight, and he’d most likely stomp up to his room rather than linger anywhere else. Angeline was used to greeting Felix when he got back from missions, but never with such a resolution like this; but this time was different, because he’d been avoiding her because of that stupid- -…thing. It was just a stupid, silly kiss, she didn’t know why it meant that he had to avoid her, god. Alright, so maybe she’d liked it a little more than she was comfortable with, but that didn’t mean he’d had to run away! It couldn’t have been that bad – could it? That, and she’d picked up his stupid sandal and jacket after he’d literally run off – and she wasn’t going to give it back until he talked to her, damnit! [/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 stumbled down the hallway, the colors and light whirling together in what looked like someone's regurgitated imagination. How many painkillers did they have him on? It had to be a lot, considering that he could barely put more than a few coherent words together. Hell, Felix's body felt numb. For all he knew they could have overdosed him for some unknown offense. Sighing, he blinked, eyes bleary, and assessed his injuries again. Sure, he hadn't felt anything while finishing off that damned level four akuma, but the looks of his surviving teammates had been... disconcerting. Well, and then the shock wore off and he had been writhing, shouting curses and threats until his throat had been hoarse and they'd carried him back to headquarters, bleeding like a stuck pig, with only basic first aid applied to him. The bottom half of his torso was covered in tightly wrapped bandage; the fucker had torn into him like some half-starved dog with it's claws, and that didn't even account for the various scratches and bruises scattered across the rest of his body. A strip of gauze was wrapped around his head, though that wasn't nearly as serious. In any other situation he would have laughed off bandaged injuries, claim that his innocence was evolving again, and that'd be the end of it. So injured and befuddled with painkillers was Felix that he didn't even notice Angeline as she leaned against the wall, lying in wait for him the way a lioness would prey.[/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: injured!Felix 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 spent the previous week running through whines and accusations and angry remarks, building them up and up for when the moment of confrontation would finally come. She’d scream at him for being a jerk and an insensitive fool, and when he was feeling really guilty, she’d finish it all off by hurling Fantamir at his face and watch in smug satisfaction. She’d feel self-righteous and superior while he would give her a withering look, and she’d teach him to never mess with her again- -only that moment never came. When she heard his footsteps down the hall, she’d perked up immediately, looking up from the floor and smiling almost viciously at the person approaching. And then, she’d seen him, and he looked as though he’d only just narrowly avoided death, by a miraculous stroke of luck. That had her almost capitulating, face falling almost immediately, smile gone and eyes widening in horror at the gauzes wrapped all around his body. She was dumbstruck, and he was too numb to even notice her, that had she not acted, he might have just passed her entirely. Angeline darted off of the wall and moved to clutch her hands around his arm, scrambling to catch up with Felix. ”F-Felix-! Wait!” she demanded, stumbling over her feet to walk beside him, eyes wide and suddenly breathless. Fantamir scampered after them, too, turning inquisitive eyes upon Felix’s rather beat up state. Angeline looked at him from the front, then, and felt her heart crumpling at the sight – he looked wrung to bits, bruises blooming on pale skin and some of the bandages already beginning to turn a soft red from the undeniable bleeding beneath. All of the insults she’d been thinking of vanished at that moment, and all she wanted to do was hug him and lock him in a room and never let him out again because- -because this was what she’d been so terrified of all along, that he’d die and leave her behind, and where would she be then? And this was why she’d hated to ever grow attached, but with Felix, it wasn’t as though she’d exactly been given a choice, either. Angeline felt her breathing grow harder the more she looked at Felix, and with each glance, she found a new wound, and it made her want to cry. ”I- Are you okay?” she whispered, then, voice apprehensive and eyes fearful of the answer, because- -because she wasn’t sure what she’d do, if Felix left her. [/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;]Vaguely he heard an all to familiar voice call, and look up, his gaze slightly blurry, he saw the one person he didn't want to see. "Oh... Angeline. I'm fffine," he slurred, blinking at her. Huh? What was that? Concern? But she had been so mad at him-- --right, that was a while ago, he thought, his brows furrowing in concentration. Great, the meds were fucking with his memories too. Dragging his gaze up, he met her eyes for a moment, crystalline blue against pale green, and then he jerked it away, wincing and muttering a curse under his breath as his head wound throbbed again. Perhaps it would be best to be asleep when the painkillers wore off. "Llloook, 'Ngeline," he said, cursing his numbness (he probably sounded ridiculous), "If you want to..." he frowned, trying to get his bearings, "...beat me up, doo it later." Unsuccessfully he tried to shake her off, but ended up looking like a flopping fish, stumbling around as he winced again, having bumped a bruise into the wall particularly hard. Biting his lip, pride injured, he glared at her, pouting.[/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: injured!Felix Words: idk Tagged: dragonlady 8U[/style]

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