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Post by evangeline on Nov 5, 2011 20:12:03 GMT -5
[/justify] WORDS! words OUTFIT! click TAGS! who's in this thread? NOTES! say anything 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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Post by BRAXTON JUDE SAUNDERS on Nov 5, 2011 22:08:07 GMT -5
braxton had a pretty face, a pretty body, and a rather forward personality. with a head covered in thick, partially curly locks, in which always looked as though a woman had tousled it with her fingers it gave him the sex appeal most woman craved. his eyes were the color of the Caribbean, with a unearthly blue in which could stop people before him with just the simplest of looks. looks in which could strike fear into the heart of others or tell you exactly what he was thinking. they expressed his emotions in such a way that it was truly hard to hide how to felt to whom you spoke too. his lips were something women could dream of, they held the ability to make knees weak, to fulfill your greatest fantasies and beyond. his body was practically the source of temptation, with enough muscles that he’s diffidently drool worthy, and it appears that what he has is exactly what the woman want. at least so peg says.
but he wasn't trying to pursue just any woman, no, he hadn't been able to think of any woman after meeting miss Evangeline. she was everything he wanted, and even though this was coming from a sixteen year old who hardly made long term decisions for himself, braxton knew that he had to be doing something right when he woke up this morning. he didn't know that he would be leaving on a fourteen hour flight to California the next morning, he didn't know that he was going to have his heart crushed, but what was he to do even if he did know that his mother was shipping him off. with pleasant, unaware thoughts in mind, the boy moves through his room, searching for his deodorant spray. when he finds it, he sprays himself lightly, not wanting to be over bearing in scent. turning towards the mirror, he examines himself one last time before making his way towards the door and heading out of his home.
his brother was off somewhere, and his parents were out filing papers for their divorce, leaving him alone to do as he pleased. he was the older sibling after all. with slow, easy steps he moves with the grace of a cat. out the door and onto the sidewalk, the sixteen year old follows his way down the concrete path, knowing that it will eventually lead him to a beach, where in which he'll be greeted by a blue eyed goddess. it's then in the midst of his thoughts of her, does he feel the air change and feel the first signs of rain. but he doesn't turn around and head home, instead he welcomes the sprinkle of water and pays no mind to it. when he finally reaches the sand, his bright eyes scan the area for the blond, and it takes him a moment to locate her, almost as though she were hiding from him. rather than walking up to her, he keep his distance and watches her draw silly things in the sand. clearing his throat, he alerts her that he's here, and gives her one of his mind bottling smirks, "hey, evie." his lyrics are smooth, clean, and seductive as he waits for a reply. [/justify]
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Post by evangeline on Nov 6, 2011 16:06:50 GMT -5
[/justify] WORDS! words OUTFIT! click TAGS! who's in this thread? NOTES! say anything 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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