* waiting and falling ,

[Jasper Richardson]

JASPER G RICHARDSON,


YOU DON'T CRY, YOU DON'T CARE, AFRAID
to have a love affair, is that your ghost
OR ARE YOU REALLY THERE?
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It had been a while since he had slept in his own bed, a long period of months actually. Ever since he was sixteen, Jasper Grey Richardson had not stayed at home for more than a week’s time. Since he and Liv relocated to Valkyrie California, he had been here for nearly a month, in his apartment, in his own bed. What an accomplishment. He felt weird at this point; he was supposed to be in another time zone by now, sleeping in some sketchy motel room after days of driving, onto another ‘assignment.’ Jasper liked to categorize what he did into assignments; it was easier to live with himself that way. His presence in Valkyrie was complicated; he wasn’t really supposed to be here, except he wanted to know what was going on. It was also partly because she was here. However, much to his little sister’s disappointment that she could magically set him up into some theatrical love story, Jasper wasn’t here to get together with her. He was merely here for business purposes, and her presence just so happened to be the catalyst for him to figure everything out.

Everything started when Junior was killed by none other than Liz. She was the only one who had the nerve to cause such a deep impact to the very roots of the Sirens. Jasper was proud of her, happy and yet saddened because he knew what will be awaiting her, the consequence for killing the successor of this underground empire. He was in New York when he heard the news, knew immediately what Liz’s fate was. An eye for an eye would make the world go blind; a death for a death would eventually eradicate the Sirens. This is what it led to; brothers and sisters killing each other until nothing were left. It was destined to end in bloodshed. And so, to carry on with the cursed tradition, it was Orion, Liz’s brother, sent to kill his little sister. It would end when everyone was dead, forgotten six feet under the ground.

Jasper tried to imagine what it felt like, being able to kill his sister, but couldn’t muster up the nerve to. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself is he did anything of that sort to Olivia. It was different than any other of his assignments; this was Liv, the one person he was close to the most. Jasper was able to justify all his actions, but the honest truth was, he didn’t know the men and women he finished off the way he knew his little sister. He couldn’t manage how Orion had the balls to do it. However it was when Wendy went to Valkyrie, he had gotten a little suspicious. He refused to call her by that idiotic nickname of hers, and didn’t particularly care that she absolutely hated it. Her real name was far more beautiful than going by the name of some mate-eating arachnid. But Jasper was fully aware of the simmering hatred and vicious rivalry Liz and Wendy shared. That was most certainly a reason for Wendy to go to Valkyrie, to witness the demise of her nemesis. It was awful; really, he could vaguely remember when the two girls used to be civil toward each other, hell, even got along. But things were greatly different now.

It was when Wendy hadn’t left Valkyrie after the news circulated that Liz was also taken care of that Jasper’s suspicions clawed at him like an unimpressed cat. The deed was done, Liz was dead, and why the hell were there still Sirens in the nearly unheard of seaside town? Dragging Liv along, they came to Valkyrie, entering a hurricane of secrets and a shitload of complications. Liz was actually alive; it was almost a heart attack moment to see here. This couldn’t be good. How long would they play this charade? How long would it be until the others mercilessly came to do what Orion did not? Now all their necks were on the line, the others were more of the ‘shoot first, ask questions later’ kind of breed. With Liz playing dead, this entire situation was a ticking time bomb. Jasper didn’t think about that much, now a month later, being cast in this fatal play.

The sun shone blindingly through his bedroom window, causing him to squint around his room, looking for pants. After settling on a pair of loose fitting jeans, the six foot, nearly nineteen year old made his way towards the kitchen. Man, he was ravenous this morning. Held by a few magnets on the refrigerator was a note left by Liv; she had gone out to explore the town before she started school this Monday. He smiled lightly as he crunched the note into his pocket before throwing open the fridge. Grabbing an armful of things, he teetered towards the counter, kicking the fridge door close with his foot. Before beginning to make food, Jasper went to his record player and placed a record, his mother’s, turning the dial to increase the volume. His mother used to be a classical pianist, playing all over the world and sold a fair bit of her music. It was a special quirk of hers, requesting for her music to be recorded onto records for her own personal use. After she passed, her collection was one of the few things Jasper kept, the memories held within. The music began to play, starting off softly, almost timidly before rising; he had memorized each and every one of her songs. He walked by a few picture frames, catching his reflection in the dusty glass. Would his mother approve of what he had done? Of the scars and battle wounds that decorated his naked torso? He wouldn’t really know, but who knows what dead people want when they aren’t around to tell?

Safely in the confines of his kitchen, Jasper began to crack open a few eggs into a bowl and began to whisk. He added a dollop of horseradish, zest of lemon and some chilli powder, an unlikely and possibly disgusting combination, but it tasted fucking amazing, almost a flavour-gasm. He liked using odd things in his cooking, keeping things surprising was key. It was funny, cooking and slaving over a hot stove calmed the boy down, it was a relief to be able to make something that would be consumed quickly. He began to fry bacon; the rich and delicious smell invaded the apartment rapidly as he turned to plug in his waffle iron. Oh yes, the boy could eat enough food to fuel an army. After setting the nearly done eggs on a low temperature, he covered the fry pan, allowing the steam to fluff them up a bit as he began to take out another bowl, whipping up some waffle batter. Yeah, there was waffle batter, it was significantly different than that of pancake batter, and it annoyed him that not a lot of people knew of this fact. He could almost see the light puffs of steam rising from the waffle iron as he poured a bit of batter into the cross patched circles, the batter filling the wells. As he did this, he heard some shuffling in the hall, close to the front door. Perhaps Liv was back, the delicious smells were a dead giveaway of his location but he called out anyway, ”I’m in the kitchen… You hungry?”

Boy, was he wrong.

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STATUS`finito
TAGGED TO` my dear anna!
ATTIRE` I didn't feel like looking up a pair of jeans, I think you got the picture.
CREDITS` format and graphics by yours truly.
LYRICS` "not falling apart" by maroon 5
NOTES` whoop, whoop, Jasper's first thread, yo!

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[Wendy "Widow" Hughes]

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Wendy M. Hughes
I hide my love away and its never coming out.
No one will realize that it just hides in me.
I don't say everything I want to.

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----------- THE DAVIS APARTMENT WAS JUST ACROSS THE HALL OF THE Hughes siblings who consist of Elizabeth Hughes and Orion Hughes. Inside the Davis apartment resided one Donald Davis and Isabel Davis with herself, Widow Hughes, sleeping on the couch. Now, one might be surprised that a girl like Widow is okay sleeping on a couch. She was a bitch. There was not other way to put it. She hated being dirty. She hated anything ugly really, or anyone. She was shallow and even at that very moment she was standing in the bathroom putting her earrings in just to check she looked alright. But the truth was, heh, she had slept in places a whole heal of a lot worse than on the couch of a cheap apartment. She was more than comfortable there. Sometimes, if Donny stayed out with his girlfriend Andie, she would crash in his room but honestly with all the computers stacked floor to ceiling and at least one of them always being running some program or whatever than she was forbidden to tough or whatnot, it could be difficult to sleep in there. Plus, the idea of sleeping on the bed that him and that tramp might have had sex, kind of made her want to gag. It was not attractive at all. The idea of those two. Just…. Ew. Anyways, just another short walk through the Hitten Apartment building and you would hit another place that held Jasper and Olivia Richardson, siblings, kind of like Liz and Orion, Or Donny and Izzy. Or Widow and… oh yeah, she didn’t have any siblings here. Just as well, all of them were sadists anyways.

----------- NOW WHAT DO ALL THESE KIDS HAVE IN COMMON, BESIDES THEIR residency? History. The past. And it’s past that can’t be part of their futures. Widow was not naive enough to believe that Liz was home free, that any one of the Sirens helping her were safe. No, she was not an idiot, but for now, the Sirens up north seemed to be buying the falsified death and if they learned she was alive or what not, Donny, the awesome sexy nerd, had put in a hard, but not impossible to trace trail of a woman of Liz’s description heading to Mexico. Just in case they looked into it. And if none of that worked they would have to run, figure something out but now it was working and Widow actually liked it here. It was cleaner than Chicago. Plus she could start over, not be the Black Widow anymore. Of course, if you ask her why she came she would say it was because it was too much fun to dangle this over her “dear” Elizabeth’s head. But then something happened they weren’t expecting, Jasper and Olivia showed up. They were not a part of this, they didn’t have to be but they came. Not because they knew Liz was alive, but of course now they knew. Wid just assumed that is someone was going to come for them, it would be to kill them. And she also would have suspected a particularly cut throat Hughes Sibling of Liz and Orion, Mark or Marcus, those two don’t have souls after all, but no, not Jasper. Or maybe she was just hoping to not have to be face to face with him. She was a control freak, and he made her feel like she had none.

----------- ALL SHE KNEW IS THAT JASPER AND OLIVIA SHOULD LEAVE AND PRETEND AS though they never came, and never found out. With Jasper away from her, she would be less distracted and more focused, not that anyone other than herself could actually notice a change in her behavior. Widow looked back up at her reflection and tousled her hair a little so it would not flatten out despite her having taken a straightening iron too it earlier that day. Her mind was a bit nervous and her heart was already pounding. She had to go talk to him today. It had been one month since Jasper had showed up. Izzy was super excited because it meant her friend Liv, short for Olivia, was also there. Wid smirked slightly at the thought of Izzy. That girl could find the good in everything, in every moment. She even told Widow that the upside to cancer was sympathy sex or, if you’re not that desperate, you can also help others who are going through similar things. And there was the real difference between Izzy and Widow. Widow didn’t really do the whole “comforting thing.” She believed people needed to sink or swim on their own, why waste time with sympathy? Wid didn’t want pity, why would anyone else? But Izzy got such genuine joy from making someone else happy, even for a moment. It was endearing. Widow tended to like to make… well no one happy. She found enjoyment from watching people’s reaction to her insulting them. I mean, life is only going to get harder; she was training them. If they couldn’t handle harsh but true words, what were they going to do when life gives them a sucker punch to the nads?

----------- WIDOW TOUCHED UP HER MAKE UP IN THE MIRROR BEFORE TAKING A deep breath. She would be fine. In fact, she knew herself, she knew that as soon as she stepped into the Richardson’s apartment, she would harden up and be her usual charming bitch of herself. Pre-game setting was just a bit jittery. She shook her head slightly before forcing her chin up and walking out of the bathroom in her usual hip swaying, semi-perky fashion. She entered the living room and walked over to the door wear she slipped one of her pairs of stilettos, leaning on one foot each time to get the strap over her heel. She walked over to the small kitchen area to grab her keys and cell of the counter when the cute brunette Izzy walked into the room with a large grin on her face and a hint of blue and yellow paint on her clothes. “Where you headed?” She asked warmly. Widow forced a smile and shrugged, “Just out, got a coffee date at Starbucks.” Izzy grinned, “oo is he cute?” Wid looked up at her again as she placed her cell in her front pocket, the jeans were on the tight side but it fit. A picture of Jasper popped into her head for a brief moment and she breathed in slightly before nodding and shrugging slightly, “Yeah, you could say that, but I should go.”

---------- WITH A QUICK ‘SEE YA’ AND A SHUT DOOR, WIDOW WAS IN THE HALLWAYS OF the Hitten building. She walked towards the stairs to get to the exit. She left all the way out of the building before sneaking back in through the back. So she didn’t want them to know she was going to talk to their ‘guests’? That didn’t mean anything. After a bit and climbing a few stairs she made it to the Richardson Apartment. Wid quickly pulled her compact out of her back pocket and checked herself, okay yeah still good. She would have knocked but—okay, lets not lie. She would have just walked in no matter who it was. She opened the door slowly, immediately smelling the aroma of cooking. Shutting the door quietly behind her, she heard a familiar voice call out, ”I’m in the kitchen… You hungry?” Widow raised an eyebrow slight as she walked into the kitchen and leaned against the wall post behind him, “Oh come now, you should know I don’t eat bacon.” She replied with coyness in her voice someone has to be born with. She really didn’t eat it though, too afraid of weight gain. She turned around on her heel and looked around the living room a bit, before looking back at him. Of course he had to be shirtless. It was a slightly different layout than the one she or any of the others were in but you could still tell it was the same building. Not that that mattered. She took a deep breath “I’m just going to get to the point so, what the hell are you still doing here?” She asked, looking directly up to him during the last part.

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STATUS;; complete
TAGGED;; gurmsie!
CREDITS;; format to me, inspired by everyone, graphics to me
LYRICS;; 'don't sat' by socratic
CLOTHES;; Here
NOTES;; omg omg yay
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[Jasper Richardson]

JASPER G RICHARDSON,


YOU DON'T CRY, YOU DON'T CARE, AFRAID
to have a love affair, is that your ghost
OR ARE YOU REALLY THERE?
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Jasper had always been the quiet kind of kids, never speaking unless he had something to say. It was part of his charm, really. In situations where any normal person would be flipping shit, yelling, screaming, punching, generally going ape-shit, Jasper was calm, cool, collective and very intimidating because of it. It was almost worse that yelling, to have a calm voice, threatening in a soothing voice. That quality of his helped a great deal with what he did for a living, intimidation at its finest. He faced the burliest of men, the most muscled and yet he had the ability to emasculate without changing the volume of his tone. Jasper was triumphant with his skill, especially since it required the least amount of effort on his part. Nothing could get to him with this way of life, and that was something the soldier preferred. Show no weakness, it was pretty much drilled into his skull since he was introduced to his father. But despite adoring the fact that Jasper was feared simply by his tactics, he often wondered how life would have been like if things were different. If specific events never occurred, would Jasper truly be a Richardson or just another kid with a single mother working three jobs just to support them both.

What if his mother never died? Would he have become the monster he is now? Jasper knew the things he had done and things will ultimately do are something that no regular person would ever do and not think that he was a monster. He accepted the fact that he was, it would have been terribly delusional if he had thought otherwise. If there was a God, they sure as hell seemed to over look at how malicious humans were. He doubted the presence of a higher being, if there was one, his mother wouldn’t have died, he wouldn’t have ever become what he has without severe earthly punishment, people would die, and pretty much every catastrophe would exists. What Jasper Grey did know was that what human had was now, picturing life after death was bogus, it was only a false comfort for the family of the dead or the dying; something to make death a little bearable. He didn’t understand why people were so afraid of death; it was an inevitable event, whether it is by a bullet, car crash or ‘natural causes’ whatever that meant. It was one of the few things that were unstoppable, in every sense of the word, for we all were one day closer to our deaths, so why fear such a thing?

However, death had a funny way of completely destroying sanity, of annihilating consistency, something every person need to remain functional. No matter how one could anticipate it, death was still such a shocking thing, sending ramifications through everything one does. It is particularly worse for someone who knows exactly when they will die, like cancer patients, with their doctors saying six month time lines are the best they have. Perhaps it was just better not to know when it was time, not to be able to pin down the little life we all have, that spontaneity take the wheel than have our breathes counted down. But life and death both are less than glamorous, dying with dignity is an illusion, just like that life after death theories, you don’t die with dignity, you live with it. There was a difference, a great one at that. But alas, humans are such a primitive species despite our technologic advances and how science has progressed. We are still savages, but civilized savages with tainted morals to boot. And he, Jasper Grey Richardson, was a part of that civilized savage group, every definition of it. How doomed was civilization, the human populace being capable of such brutality shocked him. Jasper shook his head, throwing the thoughts aside as he checked on all his food, putting the eggs on a plate with bacon on the same without them touching. Food touching was very much disgusting. Call it obsessive compulsive, but he could never have food touching on his plate. Some things were exceptions, like potatoes and gravy, they had to touch, but if the gravy or potatoes touched the group of peas, the contaminated peas were never eaten. It just didn’t matter, he couldn’t do it.

From the clicking of stilettos in the apartment he should have known it wasn’t Olivia, back from another adventure of the city. She didn’t wear heels on a regular basis, those weird floppy boot things that clicked, yeah, but legitimate heels? No, that wasn’t Liv. Instead, he was greeted by a more prized surprise; it was her, Wendy Hughes. She had always been beautiful; the kind of amazing beauty with big brown eyes and soft hair with full lips and natural curves his fingers yearned to follow. Her eyes were enthralling, such a deep brown colour that one could get lost if not cautious. But on top of that, she had quick wit, and such ferocity that seemed to be nonexistent these days. “Honestly, Wendy…” He said before rolling his eyes a bit. Why she worried about her appearance all the time was beyond him. She could be the most beautiful even in a garbage bag, why didn’t she see that? It amazed the boy the way she seemed so unbelievably sexy and confident and yet there was that little insecurity that plagued everyone still vested inside her. Somehow, that made her slightly more attractive, if that was possible.

With a little eye roll from his honey brown eyes, he chuckled, “Oh I’m fine, thanks for asking, Honey,” his lips forming a smirk thrown at her. The girl was all about the formalities, wasn’t she? But it took her long enough to come up to him and ask his motives. He would have guessed Wendy walking in the first week he was here rather than a month into his arrival to ask. But beggars can’t be choosers, right? “I should ask you the same thing, Wendy… Why are you still here? And besides, this is a relatively good place, Liv started school and I’d like her to finish high school in one city rather than moving every few months.” He said, nodding a bit as he opened the waffle iron, the perfectly golden square waffles popped out onto the porcelain plate. He went towards the fridge, this time grabbing a few Tupperware boxes, placing them on the counter beside the pure maple syrup. There were strawberries, peaches and raspberries, perfect for homemade waffles, or just in general really. “At least have some waffles, Wendy, I feel bad if I’m the only one eating,” Jasper pleaded lightly a smile playing at his lips as he gestured at the plate towering with waffles. Food was good, even with this impromptu confrontation.

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STATUS`finito
TAGGED TO` my dear anna!
ATTIRE` I didn't feel like looking up a pair of jeans, I think you got the picture.
CREDITS` format and graphics by yours truly.
LYRICS` "not falling apart" by maroon 5
NOTES` wisper is such love! <3

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[Wendy "Widow" Hughes]

•• Widow Hughes ••

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I HIDE MY LOVE AWAY AND ITS NEVER COMING OUT
No one will realize that it just hides in me.[/center]

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------ She was hardly ever called Wendy anymore. She was Widow. She had been since she entered her teenage years. She accepted it. She even liked it. Wendy Moira Angela Darling, whom she was named after, was a whiny, pathetic, proper littler girl who had to learn a lessen on growing up from a cocky boy in tights who flies around with pixies. She was... well she wasn't. Outwardly, it still sort of annoyed her when she heard her real name but at the same time, she was thankful to Jasper for never seeming to call her Widow. Tell him that and die. Why she was thankful she wasn't quite sure. Sometimes she just felt so... disconnected from herself. Like the real girl was floating above watching as the bitch took her toll on the world. Her real name brought her back. If that made any sense. Have you ever had that feeling where you aren't really you but a lesser form of yourself? It was a rare sensation but Widow couldn't help it when it happened. Don't misunderstand, most of the time she was very in control and she did some horrible things while completely 'in tune' with herself so it's not like she could say she wasn't that girl. She was. She really was. But there were those moments, the real girl flew away and the auto-siren call kept running, like clockwork. Her father trained her well apparently. He once told her that the key indication of being a true Siren is when the jobs become just a routine or errand like doing laundry, although a more suited metaphor would probably be taking out the trash but that wasn't the point.

------ He was right though. When Orion killed he switched off himself and the Siren took over. And she had overheard Liz talking to him about how when she realized Darren Junior was dead, after a moment of shock passed it was like she left her own body and all that was left was the Siren trained shell who took over. Darren Junior, everyone called him Junior except for Widow. Wid called him Dad. He was, for lack of a better term, a psycho. He was viscous and cruel and a rapist. He was the type the Black Widow would seduce and kill without blinking twice. He was the cause of so much pain and destruction and hell on earth. And had he inherited the Sirens before his death he would have rained down fire from the sky all over the country. Liz felt guilt for pulling the trigger and relief he was gone. Orion understood Liz. Donny and Izzy seemed to just be worried about the future. The rest of the Sirens were either secretly relieved or pissed that their next leader was hit. But no one mourned the death of Darren Junior, except her. She tried not to. She knew what he was. But he was also the man who raised her. He was the one she grew up trying to impress, trying to convince she was worth something. She saw him in ways no one else had. She had seen his heartache over the loss of her mother. Call her naive, or whatever but she did honestly believe he had loved her. He kept her picture with him. He got into depressive fits where he just wanted to see Widow because she looked like her mother, he would say. Her dad was a lonely guy. He had never had it easy, it seemed no one did but he really did have it bad and that just drove him nuts and god, she hated him but what was she supposed to think? He was her father.

------ There was something about the relationship between a parent and their child that couldn't be broken no matter what happened between them. One of Meg Ryan's character's had said in a movie that "even people who hate their mothers love their mothers." She was both correct and wrong. Widow would never have loved her father, had he not been genetically assigned to her. I think the way it worked best was to say she didn't love her father, she loved the idea the father he could have been. She hadn't cried for him. She hadn't let herself, but she felt it ache in her heart when she learned of his death. And that was something she didn't believe anyone could understand. How could they when her father was the monster who plagued their lives? She didn't blame them, she couldn't blame them for not understanding. But this one man's death was what spurred the arrival of Orion, herself and then consequentially, Jasper and Liv. There were two main reasons she wanted Jasper to leave. One was because he made her crazy. She could act in control but never felt in control around him. Ever. There was something in him that made her feel completely vulnerable and she hated it. And yet, she also felt stronger knowing he was there and god! It just didn't make sense. So that was reason one. Her brain worked better when he wasn't in it. And two was that it would be safer for him if he was not joining them in betraying her grandfather. She felt a need to be here that was hard to explain, but him? He had nothing to keep him here, or at least that's what she liked to tell herself, and he should go before they come for him. ..... or Liv.

------ She thought it was sort of sweet and sort of sick how close some siblings were. She was never close to her's. But Donny would die for Izzy and Jasper for Liv and she admired them for it internally and thought it was sappy and naive on the outside. You can't trust people. Not anyone. Especially not family. Love them yes, trust... that was something else. “Honestly, Wendy…” While she wasn't actually facing him that exact moment, she could pretty much hear the eye roll in his voice as she shut her eyes slightly at the sound of that name. Now facing him, she waited for an answer. “Oh I’m fine, thanks for asking, Honey,” Widow glared at that smirk of his as she did her best to ignore the shirtlessness of his form. Instead she just kept her gaze cold. "Just answer the question, Jasper. I'd rather not deal with your little games right now." She replied sharply. Not that she didn't play games with him from time to time. And seeing as that small smirk on his lips kind of made her feel slightly weak in the knees, she really didn't mind all that much, except for that power he had on her just being annoying whether he knew he had it or not. Oh god she hoped he didn't know. I know, I know, she's a bit of a control freak, but feeling like you're at least in control of yourself isn't too much to ask. “I should ask you the same thing, Wendy… Why are you still here? And besides, this is a relatively good place, Liv started school and I’d like her to finish high school in one city rather than moving every few months.”

------ Why was Widow still here? Was it really because she liked to blackmail Liz or was it more? Perhaps it was that here, she could just be Widow. Not the black widow, seductive killer but widow, seductive party girl. She was tired of being her. Wid smiled slightly with a mischievous look in her eyes, "I'm still here because I find it amusing holding Liz's life on a string and dangling it front of her face." She replied with a coy grin. "I'm still here because I get to be the one in control for once, Liz screwed up when she killed dear old dad, and now I'm the one reaping the benefits." She spoke with a forced, amused nonchalance. "Liv, on the other hand, could finish school in any city around the country, including Chicago, but instead you're risking her life and yours just to be here with the motley crew." Widow raised an eyebrow slightly cocking her head to the side, "It doesn't make sense." She watched as the boy put fruit on the table after finishing, the admittedly cooked to perfection waffles. “At least have some waffles, Wendy, I feel bad if I’m the only one eating,” Widow rolled her eyes and sighed slightly, "What the hell? Really? Waffles?" Yeah, Widow didn't eat much lately. She wasn't anorexic or anything of that sort, she believed in keeping her health into her later years if she had them, thank you very much. "I didn't come here for breakfast, Jasper." Although the raspberries did look good. "Oh and by the way, you are not an animal or a guido, shirts don't bite."

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STATUS;; complete
TAGGED;; wisper!
CREDITS;; format to me, inspired by everyone, graphics to me
LYRICS;; 'don't say' by socratic
CLOTHES;; here
NOTES;; love love love love them, btw did I ever mention that men who cook are so fine[/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Jasper Richardson]

JASPER G RICHARDSON,


FEARLESS WHEN IT COMES TO PLAYING GAMES
you don't cry and you don't care, afraid
to have a love affair, is that your ghost
OR ARE YOU REALLY THERE?*

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Jasper was never meant for the life he led, he just accepted it. He could have been a great composer, a pianist like his mother or an accredited chef, hell, he had potential for everything. But that was just it, all the boy had was potential; the energy that he may do something great. He had possibilities of greatness, not that he fulfilled them, But life was about what you have done, not what you’ve aspired to do; ramifications of the events that have occurred, not what should have been, not what could have resulted. But the boy couldn’t help but to imagine what a normal existence could have been. Truth be told, Jasper wanted the cliché, boring life that consisted of a wife, two point five kids and a white picket fence; he wanted It all. Alas it was a dream and would remain as such, just a dull yearning of normalcy. He knew full well that it would be pointless to have a family, to have it drenched in perpetual danger; Jasper didn’t want the people he loved to be in danger because of him. That was why being distant and aloof was fundamental; it was safer for everybody involved.

However, as much as he tried to remain distant, with all his efforts strained upon not making any relationships, he managed to get somehow attached. Despite doing all in his power to walk around without any strings, he wound up being someone he feared to be. But of course, denial, to him, was the logical step to take, to deny, deny, deny until his death. It was for the best, for both of them. And denial, after eleven or so years in this business was his dearest friend. Sure it was unhealthy but so were the things he saw and the things he did. Not many nineteen year olds saw the life escaping from people eyes as death consumed them, like soft snow overtop of an intricate branch with the slightest touch disrupting its beauty. It was not so complicated, but the vulgarity of what he did, his callous ways of life prevented him from feeling remorse over the lives he had taken and would in the future, take. But he couldn’t stress over what he had done, though he wasn’t much of a religious person, perhaps if there was a heaven and hell… His actions would decide where he’ll be heading to. Jasper’s brows flooded together in mock disappointment when she tried to ignore his round about ways of avoiding her interrogation, “Aw, but little games are so fun!”

[/b] He falsely whined, hunching his shoulders together and releasing them with his hands dropping like weights in a river. He could have added some sort of witty rhetoric to that, like how she would toy with unsuspected men for fun. But Jasper could never say anything in that manner to Wendy, especially not to Wendy. It was just something about her, which he didn’t want to be the cruel and callous human being he had become over the years around her. He was quiet for a moment, just eating a bit, collecting his words while just watching Wendy. Was she always this beautiful, regardless that she was play the bad cop? Stop that, brain. Stop imagining her smiling rather than how her eyes would narrow and her full lips suddenly became a solemn line.

Fuck, maybe it was better that he did leave. Not to please Wendy in any sort of way, just so he could keep all these flying feelings in check, so he can remain soulless. Soulless and cruel to justify his sins, rather than being someone like her, this was for the best; regardless that he yearned for her. No, he came to Valkyrie knowing full well that Wendy was also here, and since he went through all the hassle to get an apartment as opposed to a motel room showed his commitment to the cause of getting Liv educated in one place rather than eight. Jasper took a breath, his chest rising with his expanding lungs before he began, “I know any school could rival the academy, but this way, Olivia is also with her greatest friend, Izzy. You know how they get.” [/b] Ah Olivia, his little sister. She was bright, that was for sure, but she also held onto her kindness, something that is so foreign to their breed. She also portrayed a sort of naivety, though unintentionally Liv could also get a little venomous at times, but in general, the girl was, at the risk of sounding cliché and fatherly, an angel. And he could tell she and Izzy, who was evidently just as kind, if not kinder and bubblier, than Livie; they were sure to be best friends. He returned his focus back to Wendy, his right brow slightly perched higher than his left, still unsure about her, “Shouldn’t you be gone too, I mean, you could also black mail Liz from afar… By the way, this rouse of hatred you portray and this wicked personal sense you have is bull. You’re a nice person, Wendy, you’ve just been caught up in the wrong crowd, in which showing ones kindness is a certain kind of death.” [/b] He nodded, speaking his honest truth to her. Jasper knew evil, hell, Jasper embodied it when he was in the so-called ‘Siren’ mode, but the boy refused to acknowledge Wendy’s demons. Sure we all had them, and he knew completely that Wendy did as well, but she wasn’t as horrible as she tried to portray herself. Call him naïve, but he still believed that there still was that girl somewhere, who cried when Darren Jr beat the stars out of him. Perhaps he held onto the younger Wendy, a mere fantasy now, but he refused to think of her as a monster; she could never be one in his eyes.

When she questioned his food, well, the man became nothing less than protective. Is she seriously denying the golden deliciousness of waffles? “Damn straight, waffles. They’re fucking delicious!” [/b] He defended his select choice of breakfast entrée with another bite of it. On occasion he would eat some bacon and eggs, but it was the waffles he was more after, the maple syrup nearly costing him an arm and leg was most definitely worth the outrageous price. When it came to ingredients for meals, the Richardson boy spared no expense. However, Jasper had to laugh when she spoke of his half nakedness. Please, he didn’t want to be too egotistical or anything, but he would catch the way she looked at him, and besides…His shirts were somewhere in the vicinity of his closet, all the way into his room; that was just too far of a journey just to cover up on such a nice day, he was going to get shirtless eventually anyways. However, the laugh he tried to portray came off as more of a scoff mixed with a little choking all thanks to his packed mouth. After chewing his food a little better, he dabbed at the corners of his lips lightly with a napkin before continuing to speak, “Oh and knocking is considered a polite gesture too,”[/b] He snapped back, taking another bite of his waffles. He could have his share of witty rhetoric, you know, regardless of the fact that he hardly ever spoke unless it was necessary. But back to waffles, hot damn, was breakfast good. Mmmm, food, he liked food, a lot. He took another bite, the chemistry of waffle and fruit and syrup dancing along his oesophagus into his stomach was very much appetizing. He should open his own bar and grill… a place where waffles would be made as well, because come on, who can deny waffles? It’s like saying no to an infant, you just don’t do that in your right mind, ”And also, last time I checked, humans are animals and I’m half Sicilian, that should qualify the shirtless-ness, thank you very much. Besides, you’ve seen me half naked before, I’ve got to say, I look quite good regardless.”[/b] He said, raising a brow, and waving his hand in a grand gesture to prove his words to truth; a corner of his mouth perked up, creating a small but still devious smirk, almost his signature crooked smile. He couldn’t help but to look at Wendy, her brown eyes would twinkle and on the rare occasion in which he had seen her smile, the way her nose would slightly scrunch up was endearing, and god, that face of hers would make him think some things he shouldn’t ever be thinking of.
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STATUS finito, my dahling. <3
TAGGED wisper, bby
ATTIRE pair of jeans... shirt? NEVER!
CREDITS format and graphics to yours truly.
LYRICS "not falling apart" by maroon 5
NOTES And here I was, thinking I didn't have muse, lol. Besides, Wisper is one of my favourites, how couldn't I reply? Albeit late, but still.

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[Wendy "Widow" Hughes]

•• Widow Hughes ••

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I HIDE MY LOVE AWAY AND ITS NEVER COMING OUT
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------ Power. It was something everyone wanted. Those who deny it, do so because it gives them a power over their own sense of self but it was all bullshit. Every human being wanted power because every human beings actions were driven by selfishness. They ALL were. This is the one generalization that is true every time. A mother gives her life to save her son because she can't stand the idea of living without him. A stranger dies saving some kid's life because had they not tried, he/she would have felt worse. Everything is selfish. That's what made loving someone, truly loving them whether it be romantic, friendship or family, that's why it was the hardest thing in the world to do. Love meant wanting the best for that person no matter what, even if it hurts and/or kills you. Yes, it is still selfish because again it's that feeling worse had you not done whats best for them, but it was still close enough to cause the human soul to be discomforted. No one wants to let someone else have control of their personal state and that's what being in love robbed you of. Widow learned this. Many Sirens did. Iz hadn't. She loved with her heart open. Liz? Well, who knew what that nut-job was ever thinking? Her father had. Sorry but what he had felt for Liz wasn't love, it was obsession. Which was more pathetic. He let obsession drive him in his actions that eventually led to his own death. He was weak, physically strong, but he was weak. And he had chose Liz. Wid had been jealous... she hadn't known at the time but even now, part of her was still jealous. Her father wanted Liz, he put time with Liz above everyone else. Widow took a second seat to his obsession. You see that's what it was. She was jealous that his sick obsession had a stronger effect on him that his love for his daughter. And it wasn't fair.

------ Now he was gone. But Jasper was here wasn't he? Widow remembered when the little boy had first come to them. It was a different time for her. She hadn't been so... jaded? I suppose that word works for the situation. She had been nice to Jasper, she had found him interesting and cute and her father hated him for it. In fact, and not many people know this but Jasper Richardson had been her first kiss. Her first kiss happened in a small side hallway, hiding from everyone else. But her father saw it and hurt him. She hadn't been allowed to hang out with him, let alone kiss the young boy. She and Jasper hadn't even been friends sense. But it was a lie to say she didn't care about him. She pretended not to. She liked to pretend she didn't feel a thing for him. She told herself she didn't feel a thing for him. Her dad would go crazy, especially sense... sense she let him touch her and he raped her. Jasper would hate her if he knew that. He had been so sad. Her father, I mean. He had been alone and missing her mother. That was one thing Widow knew. Her father loved her mother. He hadn't cared about her siblings whores of maternal figures but her mother had been a goddess. At least that's how her dad put it. He was always talking about how much Wid looked like her and how it almost hurt more because he missed her. He had needed her but nature took her from him, she died giving birth to her. So, things happened slowly that night. She had let him touch her. It was so disgusting she had to go vomit afterwards. And then the next night he did it again but when she tried to get away he kept her there with a hand on her throat. But Widow was strong. She remembered struggling but she had herself convinced, she may have been killed but had she really tried, he wouldn't have been able to rape her. She was never a girl to think rape was ever the victims fault, but this time, she was. She had let him and it made her sick. ((this is her twisted view on it, not mine-Anna))

------ After that night, she was different. But the same, but a more extreme version of the same? or I don't know. She just felt different so she had a feeling she was. But that night also marked the end of her naive, stupid little very very hidden dream of her and Jasper becoming at least what they had once been if not more. He wouldn't understand what had happened and he would never forgive her if he knew. She watched as he replied to her question. “I know any school could rival the academy, but this way, Olivia is also with her greatest friend, Izzy. You know how they get.” Widow rolled her eyes, yeah that she knew. Didn't mean it was right. "Yes well perhaps someone should teach them that friendship's not worth their lives. Hard to be friends if you're dead." She responded plainly, with more than a hint of a cynical tone. She wished she had the ability to make a friend like that, but she couldn't. Not if she wanted remain out for number one and that is herself. She liked being a bitch. “Shouldn’t you be gone too, I mean, you could also black mail Liz from afar… By the way, this rouse of hatred you portray and this wicked personal sense you have is bull. You’re a nice person, Wendy, you’ve just been caught up in the wrong crowd, in which showing ones kindness is a certain kind of death.”

------ At this Widow had to laugh slightly, "Ha! You wish Jasper-boy." She replied. Whether it was actually true or not, Widow didn't see it that way. "First off, what fun could I possibly have holding it over her from across the country, not like there's much she could do for me from here without getting caught." Widow explained and it was true. "Secondly, I had a job to serve my grandfather up there." She stated walking over to him in the seat, she leaned down over him, closer to his ear and whispering, yeah teasing a bit by being so close but he was shirtless so fair's fair. "Here its my show, don't let your little mind cloud your judgement, I am who I am and you know exactly how much I love my freedom." Wid stood back up straight before walking back around to the other side of the table. He was correct in thinking there were other reasons but fuck like she would let him know that. Let Jasper thinks what he wants about her to a point but for him to pretend that she is a better human being than she was bugged her. It was like calling her Wendy. She wasn't Wendy. She was Widow. She watched as he was seated at the table with food and as he honestly seemed to be offended by her waffles comment. “Damn straight, waffles. They’re fucking delicious!” Oh My God! what is with this boy and food?! yes a boy who can cook is hot but this is just overkill! She just rolled her eyes and walked a bit closer to the table, placing her hands on the back of an empty chair next to Jasper. There was a small pause of quiet in the conversation as Jasper took a bite to eat.

------ Widow forced down a small smile of amusement at his love for food, what was she going to do with him. She quickly stopped her inner thoughts from becoming like mush as he spoke again. “Oh and knocking is considered a polite gesture too,” She scoffed, "Then don't leave your door open for anyone to come in. This might not be Detroit but we're evidence to the point that they still have crime here." She replied cooly. It was true. Liz, Orion, Donny and her, even Iz always locked the door. Didn't matter how many were home, the door was shut and locked. They were protective of their own lives and at the moment, they seemed to feel a certain level of paranoia was necessary, especially since the arrival of the Richardsons. Now a representative from each Siren family and ranking was here. ”And also, last time I checked, humans are animals and I’m half Sicilian, that should qualify the shirtless-ness, thank you very much. Besides, you’ve seen me half naked before, I’ve got to say, I look quite good regardless.” Widow rolled her eyes. That was true, he did look good. He might not be mr. muscles like her dear uncle Orion but he was more of a lean swimmers build which was more attractive in a lot of respects. She nodded and pulled the chair out, stepping in front of it and sitting down, Not meaning to accidentally brush his leg slightly with hers. She sat down at the table in the seat next to him and looked him in the eyes, "Fine, stay shirtless, infact if you want to catch the bus back to Chicago shirtless that's fine with me as long as you're leaving... this is not your fight. He was my dad, this is my family. You owe us nothing and we are nothing to each other." Widow added swiftly. Perhaps there was double meaning to that, obviously there was double meaning in that. But if it got him to leave and perhaps be safe from the scorn of Sirens betrayed? She had to try. Had Liz or the others been around I can assure you both her and Jasper would be acting differently, hardly acknowledging each other unless to express annoyance but alone, while they weren't 100% honest, looking in on them you could see how they cared for each other.

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STATUS;; complete
TAGGED;; wisper!
CREDITS;; format to me, inspired by everyone, graphics to me
LYRICS;; 'don't say' by socratic
CLOTHES;; here
NOTES;; late but yay! I love them. [/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Jasper Richardson]

JASPER G RICHARDSON,


FEARLESS WHEN IT COMES TO PLAYING GAMES
you don't cry and you don't care, afraid
to have a love affair, is that your ghost
OR ARE YOU REALLY THERE?*

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There was a time when Jasper was eighteen when he had just taken off. He didn’t tell anyone, or pick up his cell phone. He just left, fell off the face of the earth to his family and the rest of the sirens. It had been ten years since his mother died. Ten years, just like that. Time continued to move forward, the seasons passed and the sound of her soft voice was starting to fade from his memories. That upset him, that was the reason he left. Some thought he died, that was a likely chance for he had a target on his head since the age of fourteen, some thought he just killed himself. That was likely too, but then again, just because he was quiet didn’t mean he was some depressed emotional wreck or anything. Jasper was emotional, but when there was a job to do, he would be as cold as stones to do so. And that was part of the reason he departed without anyone knowing, not even Olivia knew where he went. It was a stretch but no, he didn’t tell her, and not even to this day Jasper has yet to tell anyone about where he went. Three and a half weeks of unknown time and existence. Three and a half weeks of being a tourist, a person without a care in the world. Six hundred hours of not being himself, of not having to instinctively touch the gun that was at his hip or at his ankle. Twenty five days of serenity, of peace and quiet from the world he had come to know. He went to Beaufort, North Carolina. Middle of no where slice of beauty. Why Beaufort? Why the hell not. He didn’t really plan on going to Beaufort per se, it just sort of happened. Now that sounds like a bad excuse for a surprise pregnancy, but Jasper had a legitimate reason. He just began driving from Chicago and finally stopped, and that stop happened to be in North Carolina, in the small beautiful town of Beaufort. The down town was quant and the little inn that he stayed in for that amount of time was far cozier than his home had ever been. Hell, a lot of things were cozier than his home, but during his near month of a visit, he didn’t think about that. He ate good food, he went boating, hell he even made some friends. Jasper even unexpectedly met Hannah. She was a big girl, bit hyper but nice. Oh, and the best part was that she didn’t talk much, but rather, followed him everywhere. She was the kind of girl that he didn’t mind being followed by. One of the best part was that the inn allowed her to come in and stay with him.

He had a companion, a stray dog, or a lost dog, Jasper didn’t decide which, for Hannah was far entertaining to be either or. Strays made him think of those sickly canines, those that lingered in the dark alleyways and snarled. He didn’t like snarling, that bothered him. Lost dogs made him think of abandonment, and the way he saw it, no one in their right mind could have given her up at any whim. She was far too jubilant for such a disgrace. Once his little vacation of falling off the face of the earth ended, Jasper had even tried to take Hannah, but she wouldn’t leave Beaufort. And there he was, during his five hundredth and ninety ninth hour left of his vacation, admiring a strange dog. Just like he has done time and time again, Jasper left. He left that little cozy life he sort of made up back in Beaufort, he left his trusty side kick of sorts, and he left his peace of mind all to go back to a life he loathed. Subconsciously, he must have had a strong hatred for himself for going back to it all. Jasper had all the time to run from this life, to surrender to cowardice and pretend to live a wholesome apple pie life. But he knew he couldn’t. He knew he would always be paranoid, always be himself, the monster. As he drove back to Chicago, thoughts like these floated through his mind, how he could leave… how he could try to forget about the past ten years, try moving forward… But somehow, he couldn’t. He couldn’t forget the last ten years, he couldn’t forget the scars lashed across his back. Jasper couldn’t go on and forget about Wendy. It was odd to think that it all came back to his stupid little crush… No, he took those foul words back, it wasn’t stupid and little. It was confused and affected him everyday, every time he saw her. So the only solution the boy came up with was to limit himself. That was easy, for as Jasper and Wendy grew up, they grew apart. He was always quiet, always reserved, so it was only a matter of time that he would have stopped talking to Wendy altogether.

However, his heart fought with his mind over this decision of his. He attempted to be rational, o think that after so much time, He wasn’t a child anymore, so this childish… whatever he had on Wendy was just that. It was juvenile, Jasper should know better than to linger. So what if she was one of the few people he would talk to when he first came to his father’s side of his family. So what if he liked her and it pained him to see her work the way he does, despite understanding that they didn’t mean anything to each other and she was free to do whatever the hell she wanted. Ugh. Jasper never had such a brutal headache since his mother’s funeral, thinking and rethinking, calculating and defeating. After thinking in thoughts that tied his mind in knots, he was back in Chicago, back to his life as if he had never left. He went on doing despicable things, and if there were a heaven and hell, he sure knew which way he had a one way ticket. But he couldn’t help himself, he had to come to Valkyrie, he had to come here for his own selfish reasons. He was quiet whilst Wendy kept talking, listening to every word she said. It was as if he was up against a wall and she was the army shooting at him, each bullet carving it’s path through his chest. When she was done, he remained silent for a moment, before getting up, still silent, and placing the soiled dishes in the sink before he face her again. What could he say to her? What could he say to counteract all her words, equally as true as his? ”If we don‘t mean anything, why is it that you‘re here, in my apartment, telling me to leave. Anyone else could have easily have done it. Then again, I don‘t think my presence bothers them as much as it bothers you, Wendy.” He spoke with his voice calm, his arms crossed over his naked torso, his gaze never left her.

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COUNT 1203 words
TAGGED wisper, bby
ATTIRE pair of jeans... shirt? NEVER!
CREDITS format and graphics to yours truly.
LYRICS "not falling apart" by maroon 5
NOTES this is my favourite jasper reply. I dunno why. xD

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[Wendy "Widow" Hughes]

•• Widow Hughes ••

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I HIDE MY LOVE AWAY AND ITS NEVER COMING OUT
No one will realize that it just hides in me.[/center]

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------ It had been a long time since Widow had been alone with Jasper. To tell the truth, she usually tried to avoid it. But she hadn't had a chance to in the past year or so. He had disappeared off to no where, lord knows why in god's name he came back. And she? She was dealing with her own issues. A lot had changed for her over the past year. Everything had changed for her over the past year. It was bad enough the Widow knew she had let her father rape her, on some level, but that fact that she knew why she had let him always ate her. he kept saying no but if she really needed to, she could have gotten away and she didn't and that guilt from letting him hurt her killed her far more than what her father actually did. She just didn't want to hurt him or make him more angry. And part of her still wanted him to love her over anyone else. A major factor in it was knowing she looked like her mother and that he had loved and lost the woman. He had loved her mother. He had been alone. He had been crushed. And she wanted him to love her like Liz. A few months before the rape, if she should even be calling it that (yes she should but her brain again), when he had drunkenly touched her, it had only been after she begged him to love her the same way he loved Liz. He began messaging her leg and thigh and she let him thinking this is strange it feels like he's making a move but he's my dad. But as soon as his hand reached a sensitive zone she told him to stop this wasn't what she meant. He begged her just to let him play with her, talking about her mom and how he loved both of them so much. It was a wake up call for Wid seeing as she never really knew. She ended up vomiting from guilt after letting him touch her.

------ But after the actual rape, came one last big scare in the situation. She had been pregnant. She was horrified by the idea that she might be in the process of giving birth to her own sibling because her father was excited at the idea that it could be his. He was thrilled and told her now she was more like her mother. He told her she would have the kid and they would keep it. But after a paternity test proved the child was in fact not Darren's but the child of a low level russian mafia member who attempted to ripoff both the mob and the sirens in a deal by organizing a shoot out that killed two gang members and four civilians in the street. He was now dead. By Widow's hand as he slept off his drunken, slutty and loose celebration of his success. A night he spent with a gorgeous "hooker" named Sarah who happened to look a lot like Widow. This was the father of the baby growing inside her and this relieved her. Darren Jr. was not happy about it though. When he found out it wasn't his, she was relieved and he was enraged, made her get an abortion. Wid was not heartbroken over the abortion. She probably would have gotten one on her own. She wasn't fit to be a mother and you never know where a kid's going to end up in the foster care system. No, it was best that this fetus never grew into a baby and that baby never grew into a part of this family. It was better off not existing.

------ Her father was so angry though. He never seemed to get over it, that his own daughter had been pregnant with someone else's child, despite the fact that he had practically been pimping her out since she was thirteen and her breasts began to develop. The only plus side about it was that her father never came onto her again. He never tried to touch her from that point on. He also wouldn't speak to her. He wouldn't look at her even. And it still hurt. Why? She didn't know. He was still her father I guess. She wanted him to be her father. Despite everything she had still wanted his approval and attention. Not that special kind of attentions father's should in no way give to their daughters but she wanted him to love her still and she hated him for it. She hated him for making her still want his care after everything he had done. My god, she was pathetic. And if Jasper only knew...

------ She hadn't meant what she said. She had tried to mean it. She tried so hard all the time to pretend that Jasper was nothing to her. He was just some Richardson. He was a siren, like all the others. He was nothing to her and she meant nothing to him. She was determined to believe that. And it was a lie. As Jasper stood and walked over to the sink, it wasn't the movement that caught her attention but the scars on his back. It's amazing how a few memories from when you were a kid can affect you to such an extent. She was a different girl then. He was a different boy then but she could still remember the feeling of elation in her bones as they shared a first kiss, hiding from the view of the dark world they inhabited. She could still remember the fear as her father found them. How her breath stopped as she feared the young boy would not be coming back. She remembered how she begged her father not to touch him and how it had meant nothing. Widow was the property and employee of her father's. She was to be used for what he deemed fit. If there was a boy that she truly felt for involved, things would be complicated and she would have been more stubborn against him, and that's why he was so angry to see her and Jasper. He decided who kissed her. ”If we don‘t mean anything, why is it that you‘re here, in my apartment, telling me to leave. Anyone else could have easily have done it. Then again, I don‘t think my presence bothers them as much as it bothers you, Wendy.”

------ Jasper spoke after turning back around and crossing his arms. But Widow was already walking towards him with a concerned look. She heard what he had said but her mind was still on the scars. She stepped beside him, putting her hands on his shoulders to turn him around. She just looked at them in silence for a moment, her index finger lightly tracing over one of them, "I would have thought these had faded by now..." She said rather softly. Then as if to realize what she was doing she dropped her hands and stepped away from him, taking a deep breath before raising her gaze to his, "Mederma would would help." She added, as if he would believe the concern was purely for cosmetic purposes. "You know, avoid those pesky questions from some "lucky" girl" she added with a small smirk although the words made her throat sore. She nodded slightly before turning on her heel and walking outside of the little kitchen area and more towards the door. She had to get out of here. She was losing it. She turned to him again. "And for the record, if you think your presence here isn't unsettling for anyone else, you should go talk to Rion so he can give you his 'oh so manly' brick wall routine. Or do me a favor and talk to Liz, see if you induce a heart attack."

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STATUS;; complete
TAGGED;; wisper!
CREDITS;; format to me, inspired by everyone, graphics to me
LYRICS;; 'don't say' by socratic
CLOTHES;; here
NOTES;; really shitty repetitive beginning. My muse knew her reactions but for some reason lost the filler. Sorry it's so late, but yay.[/blockquote][/blockquote]