bound_lux (bound_lux) wrote in bound_rp, @ 2014-07-09 08:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | alvaro hernandez-abrams, complete, eva larson, harmony steele, in progress, isabelle parker, john irvine, lux warren |
Something is only indestructible They were late. Then again she wasn’t even sure the others would show up after everything that had occurred in their lives. The Founder’s Circle was a complicated mess of high school drama and dumb pettiness. Lux Ann Warren could not deny her own part in their tragedy, yet she was willing to consider other alternatives. If anything her text had struck their interest as most of them did not want to remain in the circle. That had been the bait she needed to tempt someone like Alvaro to join their little gathering. It was no secret—when their circle joined together, sparks would fly, tempers would boil, and their differences were more prominent than anything else. Eva and herself had never got along, and she had no opinion one way or another about Alvaro, yet his anger towards Isabelle created a wedge between them. Her feud with John was over and the truth was out. Same gender relations were tame at best, but when genders mixed a volatile concoction would take place. She hadn’t told Harmony or Isabelle about her reconciliation with John, and Eva would never be satisfied with their relationship. Alvaro, while cordial with John, would want nothing to do with the female side of their group. It was all one big and utter mess, yet their meeting was necessary and the circle was the only way they could survive.
Date: June 6, 2013
Time: 9:36pm
Location: The Shack
Characters: Lux Warren, John, Irvine, Isabelle Parker, Eva Larson, Alvaro Abrams, Harmony Steele
Description: A much needed discussion that has been the subject on several minds.
Status: Private, complete.
She wasn’t as confident about the plans John and her had discussed. There was absolutely no reason why their parents would agree to help them when they had spent so many years trying to keep them all apart. Isabelle’s attack may have lit a fire under the Parker’s, but that still hadn’t changed one simple fact—all the other families had ostracized her own family and the Warren’s had no desire to enter society. Despite that, it was high time she confessed the truth and maybe just maybe, her family would listen to her. Crescent Cove was becoming a den of inequity and fear. The Accords had all been but forgotten and humans may or may not have caught on to their hidden world. Something had to be done and their Circle would need to be at its peek. She had so many questions for her parents—who was the woman that claimed to her cousin? What was she after? Why did no one trust them? What was the deal with that cave? Why did she sense a looming darkness? And why was she sensing a faintly familiar signature in the air? None of it made sense, but it was clear that it was high time their Circle act accordingly and do something about the insanity.
Despite the stress and despite her running thought process, Lux couldn’t help but relax against John’s broad chest as she was curled up on his lap. Long waves of chocolate brown locks framed her face as her head rested against his shoulder. One leg was crossed over the other as she leaned her body towards him slightly with her arms wrapped around his mid-section.
“Are you sure this is a good idea? What if they don’t want to rebind the circle after we unbind it?”
Lux was one to talk she knew, but she couldn’t help but wonder. No one had been more against binding their circle initially than her. The only reason she agreed was because she still had lingering feelings concerning John and she figured she could use the boost in power to aid her own efforts. Long lashes hid emerald hues, as her features were hidden by the crook in his neck, which caused the tip of her nose to brush against him. The summer weather had been treating them all well as the temperature was slowly rising. The sun still clung to the edges of the horizon as night’s cool breeze nipped at her exposed skin through the open window. Her dress outline her natural curves as the belt hugged her waist—she had gone straight to the shack after work and had found John there already waiting. The couch they were occupied on was old and beat up, but she didn’t care. They should have paid attention to the time, but she was seriously beginning to doubt if anyone would show up.