dreamboat;; Moira&Dario
Darios legs splashed around in the deep water for a few moments. It wasn’t exactly cold, infact it was probably the same temperature as the air, except it was wet. She inquired as to why he had left the sun in Italy and traded it all in for the drab and rather cold sounding Gehenna, and it was a question that he had to think about for a few moments, a question he didn’t exactly have the answers too. “Curiosity became the better of me.” Dario answered, and it was true, in the end that’s what it came down too.
Who was Octavia? and why was she commonly at the house? and where were his parents? they were all questions that Dario used to frequently ask himself, but Gehenna had blurred out these thoughts in a dusty foggy haze. “What about you hey? How long have you been here?” Dario asked changing the question back onto her, he wanted to get off the question as to why he was here because he didn’t know the answers but he also took a genuine interest in Moira.
“Curiosity gets the best of us all from time ta’ time. But then again, curiosity killed the cat.” She giggled. Moira’s body became more acclimated to the water, the goose bumps on her limbs disappearing. “Fuck the cat, yeah? What’s the fun in doin’ what yer told ll’the time? Do this, do that, eat this, wear that. It’s all rubbish shit.” She bit her lip as if she was deep in thought. It was time to go wild, like the old days.
“Well, I was born ‘ere… Got shipped away fer bad behavior, total fuckin’ bollocks. Just came back this school year.” She said unimpressed, but still amused. The fact that she was so much trouble her parents kicked her to boarding school made her sad, but in the end it was funny. “Nawt that I went ta’ school much this year… Nawt really my scene, ya’ know? What ‘bout you? What’s yer scene?…” She shook her head, realizing it would be best to rephrase her question. “What do ya’ do fer fun?”
Texts Moira&Kitten
- Moira: Kitten, I need a girls night bad. Mega boy trouble. Bring icecream and awful romantic comedies.
dreamboat;; Moira&Dario
Dario frowned as she begun to explain her situation, in Italy disrespecting woman was so less common as it was here. “You’re not a whore.” he said with a smile, and she butted in demanding for the two of them to have fun before grabbing his hand and dragging him towards some trees. He would have followed but she continued dragging him until a set of docks appeared that were hidden in the distance from the large trees that covered them like a blanket in the night.
He followed until he was standing on the dock, the street barely streaming through the thick trees that hid it, but the bright summer moon accompanied with fireflies kept a pale light. Before Dario knew it he was standing alone on the dock, which was not scattered with the clothes of a female. He down towards the water and found a now soaking wet head of hair bobbling in the water. A few moments passed and he found himself unlooking the buckles of his belt and pulling his shirt over his head, he unzipped his pants and slipped off his shoes and socks and found himself plunging into the water below.
An defeated sigh escaped Moira’s lips as Dario surfaced. “Thank you…” There was a short pause as she began to float on her back, letting the water pull her and push her. “Fer sayin’ I’m nawta whore.” The moonlight illuminated the water gracefully, showing the small currents and bring life to everything in the water. Moira pushed her body deep into the water, resurfacing closer to Dario and intrigued look played on her face, “Why’d ya’ move ta’ Gehenna? I mean, outta all the places here, there has ta’ be a reason.” The cool water of the lake was wrapped tightly around Moira’s legs as she began to tread water, only putting in enough effort to keep her head slightly above the water.
“Why trade all the sun an’ the warmth fer a cold an’ drab place like here?” Lately, Moira’s love for Gehenna was shrinking. Ever incident that happened in her life had been the fault of this Isle. Her messed up love life, her messed up friends. Sure things were shit at her boarding school, but they were simple. She could solve all her problems there with a drag or a drink, and if they were really bad problems she could always solve them with a punch. Things here were just… Complicated. Gehenna made her complicated. What was once the bad mouth, bad attitude, tomboy Moira, was no longer the Moira that was in the lake at the moment with Dario. Everything had changed and Moira wasn’t sure she liked it.
It’s so silent.
Why ciao there bella.
Well if it isn’t m’favorite italian boy. How ya’ been?
(Source: blondie-ignes, via )
It’s so silent.
Ya’ wankers are too lame. Fuckin’ hell, lets cause some trouble!
dreamboat;; Moira&Dario
“Anywhere.” the girl in front of him whispered in his ear, she skipped out the door of the pub almost child like. He followed until he found her out on the street dancing around a street pole, it was if she had a massive dose of the Peter Pan disease, a child not wanting to wake up, and he couldn’t blame her, growing up was a thought that feared him, not even adulthood as such, but death and old age.
He listened to her as she began to question him, and then she reminded him of his promise. He could have easily placed a mirror in front of her and that would have sufficed; her own reflection easily matched the criteria of beauty of the night, especially this night. He smiled back at her and then frowned. “What do you mean tossers?” He asked, his voice concerned as to whom and what had been done to her. He walked over right up close to her and looked into her eyes as if they were a book to be read.
Moira had stopped moving about when Dario came close to her and looked at her. The look in her eyes was sad, even though a smile managed to stay displayed on her face. She shurgged, “ya’ know, they’re just arseholes. All they want s’bird in there bed…” Everything that had happened with T, everything that had happened recently had really effected Moira more than she would ever admit. She raised her eyebrows, “Just been called a whore this month more then I’d appreciate.” She grabbed Dario by the hand and gave him a sincere smile. “But lets nawt worry about it, yeah? Lets have some fun!” She began pulling him towards the docks hidden by some trees.
The trees hid much of the light from the street, but the late summer fireflies and moon light kept Moira’s pale skin illuminated. “S’one of m’favorite spots in Gehenna.” The chirp of crickets fill the air along with a few quacks from near by ducks. Moira pulled her boots off and plopped them down on the dock. “Ya’ drunk ‘nuff fer a late night swim?” She said shrugging her jacket off, then her shirt, and then finally her pants. This left her feeling a bit exposed before taking a leap into the dark water of the lake. Once raising from the water, she splashed some water up at Dario. “Well come one then, water’s beautiful!”
dreamboat;; Moira&Dario
“I suppose for a lady it would be a good thing.” Dario said in a warm light heated tone giving her a wink. He watched her as she took another shot and he couldn’t help but notice her smile. Dario took back to the wine that was sipping to his side; his way of escaping back home, even if for a little while.
“I plead innocent to heart break.”Dario said, his lips curved up at the sides into a warm smile. He watched her as she leaned forward, as if she was whispering the contents of her deepest secrets and her soul to him, the notion was comforting. Dario wasn’t one to open up to others, but the idea of others opening up to him was exciting, which he believed was partially to do with all the secrecy that surrounded his parents and the mysterious Octavia. “Shall I take you somewhere?”He asked her as he watched her stub out her cigarette into the shot glass. He was thinking something along the lines of a night lit stroll through the forest or perhaps a swim. He cam across with the feeling that guys didn’t exactly treat her with good intentions; intentions that Dario only seemed to have.
Moira got up from her stool and placed her lips next to Dario’s ear, her hand on his shoulder, “Anywhere.” she whispered before she began to skip out the door, not waiting for Dario. Once outside, Moira began to dance and skip along, as if there was music playing that only she could hear. She found her way under a street lamp, dancing all around as she waited for Dario to catch up. Always childlike. It was a prominent characteristic for Moira, as if she never really grew up. She just wasn’t ready.
“So what’s yer plan?” She asked, still dancing but slower now, as she head Dario catch up with her. “Ya’ promised ta’ show me the beauty of the night. Ya’ don’t seem like the kinda bloke ta’ break a promise.” A large grin was displayed across her face. It could be the most boring even ever and Moira would be there smiling and making her own fun. Moria stopped dancing. “Yer a real gentleman, lot different than the tossers I hang out with. Thanks, really.” She said with a sigh.
Out For A Walk // Petra&Moira
“It was hard I guess, I left a lot of great people, but I’m truly not a believer of all that true friends last forever type stuff, everyone leaves you eventually.“Petra said reaching into her bag and pulling out a silver flask and tagging a swig. Vodka. It ran down her throat with that sweet burning sensation it gives off, it was like pouring a glass of steaming liquid over snow on a winters morning, it warmed you to the bones. “Gehenna seems rather comforting if you ask me.” Petra replied in thought, passing the flask in the direction of Moira.
”It was more of a figure of speech rather than the truth you know, I’m not really agnsty and I don’t really lust over others? I dare say sometimes I think I have a dose of Peter Pan disease myself.” Petra looked up at the sky again, to be honest with you sometimes she was a little immature, she would seek revenge on those who hurt her and those who hurt those hurt her, which was immature in the sense that she wouldn’t just move on with things. Petra was just a typical teenage. “I’m just a typical teenager you know? We’ve all got our secrets that we’d rather leave untold, but sometimes they come crashing down on us like a deck of cards.” Petra was letting out a lot more than she normally would, which was partially because of all the bud she had been smoking as of late. She reached into her bag pulling out a normal cigarette and groping it between two of her lips and lighting it. She inhaled slowly and propped herself on the ground.
“Tha’s an awful thought.” Moira cringed at the thought of anyone leaving her. The fact that her parents had dropped her off at some boarding school was bad enough for her. “I’ll never leave ‘em. Even when they’re bein’ twats. Real friendship’s worth fightin’ fer.” She said with a strong nod of her head. She had a real problem with being alone, being left, just thinking about it made her sad. She craved attention, she craved companionship, which admittedly got her in trouble.
Moira was running her hands through the grass, pulling it out like she used to whenever they went outside for class when she was young. “Tell me ‘bout it. M’life’s one fuckin’ unstable ‘ouse a’ cards. I try ta’ find the best in it, ‘least it’s nawt borin’.” She couldn’t help but laugh at her self created bad situation. Moira fell onto her back with a thud, looking up at the sky. “Gehenna… There’s just somethin’ special ‘bout it. It attracts people, ya’ know?” Her tone sounded almost dazed as she sunk deep into her jacket.
(via naominotsofamous)
