THINKING OF YOU

[arietta e. urquhart]

arietta wasn’t too please with her life at the moment. it seemed unfair how it had turned out. she heart was broken in ways that she didn't want it to be and she was constantly in pain. unfortunately for her it wasn't physical pain, she almost wished it was, at least that way she could cast a simple spell and have the pain removed. this pain that she was feeling at the moment though was not physical but emotional. it wasn't fair. he wasn't feeling any of the pain that he had brought upon her but she could barely get out of her before going into fetal position in pain. it felt like withdrawal only the worse kind. it had been so long since she had seen alecksander, so long, too long. her withdrawal like symptoms were just getting worse and worse each day, wasn't it supposed to get easier? wasn't she supposed to be over him by now. wasn't it that he would have felt the same way she was feeling and would have come looking for her? this was her fairy tale not sienna's! this was her life, he was her love so why the hell was he with sienna? oh right. it was that stupid belly of hers that held his child. arietta could have been that girl she could have had his child but no, now she was stuck rooming with the person she hated more than ever and just wanted her to die a tragic death, her and that stupid child of hers. she wanted sienna to just go away. sienna had slept with plenty of men! and many fancied her so why go after the one man that arietta had fallen under a spell for? why do that do her? it had been obvious that the girls had never really gotten along and now that sienna was very clearly showing her belly and almost to a point flaunting it. well etta just didn't plain like her, not that she ever had really, at first it was just plain hate because the girls butted heads. then it got personal. then it got to alec. it only a few days after etta started to sleep with alec and she was engaged to that god awful person of a man, no a boy named emile. they started to go out and alec and etta just kept sneaking around since after all she was engaged to a boy she was supposed to be in love with. then that day in the woods in hogsmeade the pain started. etta asked him something that she never thought she would need to ask him. she never thought that she would need to ask him to chose between her and his pride but technically she had and being the stupid slytherin boy that alecksander was, he chose his pride. and he left her just like that in the woods, to fall on her knees and cry for a man that she was so in love with it hurt and the withdrawal symptoms had kicked in only a few minutes after he left because she had realized that he wouldn't come back to her.

the feeling of regret though was one that she didn't know much of until she watched alec, the love of her live walk away from her claiming that he would never fight for her. it hurt her more than it should since she was supposed to be in love with someone else, someone that was a wall between her and alec. but that was it, there would no longer be a wall because there was no longer and alec and her. alec had said so himself, in a way, and arietta wanted someone to fight for her wanted someone to who not let their stupid pride overcome their every move because honestly she was tired on the fact that alec lived his life according to his pride. if by doing this or that his pride would be damaged then by golly he wouldn't even consider doing it. it sucked because it was all his fault that she was in undeniable pain, that she couldn't take this anymore. it was his fault that she just wanted to roll over and die at that moment to end the torture was coming out from falling in love with alecksander andanov, a worthless piece of - but he wasn't worthless he was so much more than that to her. and even thought she should have been angry at him and all of those things she still couldn't deny the fact that her feelings for him grew and grew every passing day. she figured maybe that was why her withdrawal symptoms got worse, because she would never stop loving him. she was an alcoholic who loved the taste of hard liquor in her mouth and even when she tried to stop the liquor was there at the tongue burning for more and more. that was what was happening to her. her body, her soul, her skin, her hair, her everything was burning for some touch, some look from alec, it kept her awake at night how she would not be with him the next morning. she had to set her alarm clock at least an hour before usual to be able to get up on time, she just wouldn't function. her marks had been slipping and her parents had noticed that, not that they cared much for it since emile would be the provider of the family and she would just be the housewife serving his every need and making sure that he was always happy. she wouldn't have minded being alec's servant in the sense, hell she wouldn't have might to be his slave as long as she got something from him, anything. she needed him like she needed air but clearly the last few months had been suffocating for her, she barely got enough air through her lungs to get through the day but then again there was really nothing she could do about that fact. alec was with sienna, sienna was pregnant with alec's baby and arietta had just been a fling to alec and nothing more. she was just that girl, she was to alec what james potter was to her. one night of bliss and then nothing more. and to think she considered the fact that he could love her back.

arietta had kept to herself lately and many had noticed that, it was already enough that joey seemed to take advantage of arietta in her horrible state. it sucked. she always had sienna - well very past tense since sienna and alec had broken up. arietta should have gone to see alec right away, the second it happened but it had only a few days before. okay like two days before, arietta had been counting the seconds but she hadn't seen alec in the longest time. she hadn't seen him since the break up happened. since the baby wasn't his. since he was no longer a father to be. lord that pain that he must have felt when he was told that he was no longer the father of the baby inside sienna. though arietta couldn't be happier at this news she was also felt very bad for alec, the pain of thinking that a baby was his, accepting this fact and then getting his heart ripped off by the world's biggest bitch? arietta had seen this coming, not exactly like this but she had seen this in itself coming and she felt stupid for not warning alec but he had broken her heart so why should she be nice to him? why should she help him? he had hurt her badly and he knew exactly what he was doing when he had said what he had said. it was his fault. all that he was going through was his fault and only his fault. he deserved what he got. no no she didn't mean that, she wanted to but she couldn't mean that because she cared about him too much to say that he deserved pain. god she hated being nice on the inside, she wished she was just mean with mean under like estella then her live would be so much simpler than anything she had ever imagined. she wished she would have never met alec, that way she wouldn't have felt her heart literally split into a million pieces while he seemed to almost enjoy that fact. she hated him more than she hated anyone in her entire life and the only reason that she hated him so much was because he made her fall for him. she didn't want to fall for someone with so much pride, someone who was so arrogant, and just ugh she couldn't even finish describing him just because she couldn't stand the thought of him it gave her chills and unfortunately for her it was good and bad chills. lord her hatred for him was one that would sent chills down her own mother's cold heart. there was nothing she could do about how much she hated him though because and she did and nothing would change that, now all that was left was for her to show him and she was not to be picked up as rebound girl, no arietta urquhart was much better than that, she was stronger than that. she was above that. she was above alec and his games. or at least she tried to convince herself that.

she straightened her skirt. it was night yet arietta looked as good as she would have on any occasion. if estella taught her anything was to never catch her in a bad outfit. currently arietta was only going down to the kitchen to get a snack, yet she went down looking dressed for a party, after all she wasn't planning on going to one anytime soon so she decided she would just pretty herself up for no reason. she walked down the stairs with ease, heels being no problem for someone who started to walk in them when she was nine, thank you mother. when she reached the foot of the stairs though, arietta almost broke down all together. on the couch his with head in his hands and his hands on his thighs, was the unmistakable owner of her heart and thoughts was alecksander andanov. in the three seconds she had she composed herself before walked around the couch to be right in front of the boy who broke her heart. she laid a soft smirk upon her lips she wanted to mess with him, tease him, wanted him to feel pain but only pain that she was inflicting in him. "awe did she break your little heart into pieces alecksander?"

[/color] her voice was taunting yet almost sexy like she wanted him to want her. she wanted him to want her back, she just plain wanted him. she raised an eyebrow, softly though, not too much just right enough to hurt him just the way she wanted him to hurt. as long as alecksander mycole andanov was in pain the girl that was completely head over heels for him would be relatively happy.
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[alecksander m. andanov]

this is the way you left me, i'm not pretending

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it was over. his life was over, everything he did was in vain. the life he worked so hard to build came crumbling down, all because of some stupid harlot of a girl, who seemed to have a problem with the concept of fidelity, or telling the truth at all. either that, or she was just plain sadistic, with a vendetta against him and a vile plan to ensnare his heart, then shatter it completely. if that was the plan, then the girl succeeded, without a doubt. alec’s heart was torn to shreds, and there was no going back. he let his feelings get the better of him for once in his life, and it was his undoing. the whole school had to know by now. adalynn dimitrov- and yes, he was calling her by her filthy muggle name; it suited her better now- was pregnant, and the baby did not belong to him. no, it belonged to her fiancée, adrik lestrange. alec knew from the beginning that there was a chance it was adrik’s, but he didn’t want to believe it. he wanted to believe it was his, that he wasn’t wasting his feelings in vain. he wanted to think that if he got a pureblood that belonged to gabriel and the late aurora volkov, that her engagement to adrik lestrange would be broken, as would his to emeline bletchley, the meaning behind his madness. he could’ve been happy being married to adalynn volkov. he wouldn’t even look to anyone else as a distraction. alec was familiar with the concept of fidelity. adalynn didn’t seem to be. he put everything on the line for the girl, treating her as if she was the mother of his child, loving her like she truly belonged to him, when all along she belonged to another, one who seemed to be besting him in everything. adrik had a higher standing name, better grades and he had her heart. the one time alec allowed himself to feel after the pain of seeing the diamond on her finger so many months ago. it seemed like the cosmos had something other than love planned for one alec andanov, no matter how prestigious his name was, and how hard he strived to be the best in everything, and do his best. it seemed that wasn’t good enough, that asking for happiness was too much to ask for. he only asked for it three times in the course of his life, once with each girl who proceeded to ruin him completely. it was a wonder alec didn’t send himself off to become a monk. only… he liked sex far too much. that was what got him into this mess in the first place. sex, and his apparent addiction to blonde purebloods.

in the beginning of the year, it was arietta urquhart, the lovely pureblood girl alec was drooling over since the first day he got to the dismal school. molly weasley referred him to her. the current queen of slytherin- despite her blood traitor name- wasn’t wrong when she said arietta truly was the closest thing there would ever be to her. molly herself was stunning in all meaning of the word, but arietta was just… not only was she more in his league, but she was just gorgeous. her hair was closer to platinum than it was golden, like molly’s or adalynn’s. he was taken with her immediately. flirting went slowly in the beginning. he loved the chase, but he wanted his prize already. he didn’t care that he was a rebound in the beginning. he got what he wanted, and he was confident that once she got a taste, alec would be the first choice, not the rebound. before either of them knew it, they were spending close to every night together, and he wasn’t kicking her out of his bed in the morning. that in itself said something. he didn’t want to admit it, but before the christmas holidays even started approaching, alec knew he was in love with the girl, and had every intention of marrying her. everyone was getting engaged like it was going out of style, and alec wanted in. so he picked out the ring, asked for his parents’ blessing and was about ready to go through with it when, in the middle of the hallway, he watched his best mate get down on one knee and propose to her, and in horror, he watched her accept. that was just a low blow. emile knew how much etta meant to alec. they were best mates. they told each other absolutely everything. and yet the diamond sat on her finger while they fought for what seemed like hours (even though it was barely forty-five minutes) in the woods outside of hogsmeade. in that fight, they renounced any feelings they had for each other, claiming that alec was a coward for not admitting his feelings and that etta was some sort of ridiculous home wrecker. he chose his friendship with emile over his relationship with etta, though his best friend explained that it was arranged, and that he had no feelings for his fiancée at all. in the end, alec left those woods with his back turned on etta and walked head first into what would be the biggest mistake of his life ; adalynn volkov.

alec and adalynn had some interesting history. had he known she was a pureblood this whole time, he would’ve already slept with her enough times to call it even. but instead, he spent an entire year playing cat and mouse with her, which only heightened his interest in her. he was about to break his rule about only being with pureblooded girls when the letter of her engagement came from her grandfather, announcing she was a pureblood herself, and that she had a fiancée. unbeknownst to the latter, alec paid attention to the fact that she was pureblood, pulled her as out of sight as they could get and kissed her until he felt his lips were going to be raw. she was absolutely phenomenal once she actually let him have her, and he was still new to her taste and the feel of her- of being with her- that she was the first person he thought of to go to when etta broke him. molly weasley, though he respected her for gaining the respect of the house and most of the pureblood world, was still in the family of a blood traitor. he would admire her from afar for her delicate beauty, but that was the end of it. adalynn more or less was wearing a neon sign for alec to use her as his distraction. they slowly became friends, and by the time he was done being angry at etta, he was starting to let his feelings for adalynn grow. so his resentment of arietta grew, as did his adoration of adalynn. there was a part of him that was ecstatic when he found out she was pregnant. yes, they were only sixteen, but there were so many problems that baby could solve for the both of them. but… it turned out the baby wasn’t his. he put all this time and all kinds of effort in to the relationship for it to equal nothing at all. disappointment didn’t even begin to cover it. it was so much more than just that. he was disgusted that he let himself be thwarted by two seemingly worthless girls. they both bested him. maybe he wasn’t as good of a liar, or even nearly as heartless as he thought he was.

to add salt to his wound, he was being betrothed to a girl he absolutely despised. emeline bletchley was the reason alec didn’t even consider brunettes to be worth anything. their parents sort of pushed them together as younger teenagers, and at first, they went with it. flirting, puppy love, whatever you wanted to call it took over, and before either of them knew it, they were dating, if you could call it that. they wrote letters back and forth and whatnot. it was puppy love, barely a relationship. but before he knew it, she was growing more and more distant, and he couldn’t even hold her hand without her pulling away. he wanted more than that. she completely snapped at him, and he wouldn’t deal with it. from then on, he swore to be done with brunettes. they were more or less useless to the world as it were. blondes were far more fetching and worth his time. blonde purebloods became his type as time progressed. blondes because brunettes were useless and reminded him too much of emeline. purebloods because… well… anything less wasn’t worth alec’s time. hell, alec couldn’t even stomach half blood guys, much less half blood girls. except adalynn, at first. she was just an exception all together. there were plenty to pick from among the students at durmstrang. he probably was exhausted of them by now. you could only flirt with a girl so many times before you got sick of her, and vice versa. he was glad to have hogwarts and beauxbatons girls to hit on as well, especially the french girls. the veela dispersed among them were more then satisfactory. much to his dismay, especially in hindsight, alec didn’t get a chance to obtain even half of what he was expecting. arietta and adalynn took up all of his time. he regretted it now that he was looking back, especially with everything that happened with his stupid feelings. but there was no going back now, was there? no use wasting time, was there?

but he couldn’t help but go over everything that happened over and over in his head. it had been over a week since the break up with adalynn, and he had never felt worse in his life. still, he couldn’t stop going over everything in his head- their entire relationship, from the moment he laid eyes on her until the moment he turned his back on her. thinking of adalynn always made him think of arietta. it was almost impossible to think of one without thinking of the other any longer. their thoughts were one in the same. honestly, in his mind, there was a part of him that wanted to just link them together as one person. as much as the two hated each other because of him and everything that happened over the past few months, he couldn’t help but weigh the similarities between them. they were both blonde, gorgeous, pureblood and had complete control over alec’s heart, whether he liked it or not. the both of them left alec in this helpless position in the middle of the common room after breaking his heart- both of them. the night he turned away from arietta, he found himself, head in hands, on the couch in the slytherin common room, the same way he was right then. he spent most of his time either in his dorm alone, staring at the ceiling, or making one of his mates cheer him up. well, any of them but emile. that would just piss him off further, knowing that emile had what he never would. or, what it seemed he never would. how things got this complicated, alec would never understand. things used to be so simple for him. life was handed to him on a silver platter. he had everything he ever wanted and more, and he didn’t question it. why would he? but now that everything was falling apart, he just didn’t understand. what had he done that deserved this? what wrongs did he commit? was this karma for something? or the universe just telling him that he was wrong, and shoving it in his face? he didn’t know. he didn’t think he’d ever understand either. this just wasn’t fair in the slightest.

the worst part was seeing them both every day in classes, or in the halls, or at the slytherin table. it was hard enough sharing an entire dungeon with the two of them, much less seeing them. staying in the common room the way he was, it was almost inevitable that alec would end up seeing one of the two of them eventually, he just dreaded every second of it, even if he just caught a glimpse of etta’s hair, or adalynn’s favorite pair of heels, or something like that. it was going to be the end of him, and he didn’t deny it. it was just hell, and he hated it. the worst part was that they always looked so bloody amazing when he saw them too. it would be one thing if they were both complete wrecks. but no, they looked stunning, as always. damn it, why were they both so gorgeous? seeing etta was the worst as of late. it was like seeing her was admitting defeat. he knew that she was screaming ‘i told you so’ in her head- or he imagined so. that was the kind of girl etta was, and alec loved her in spite of it. when he heard her voice, alec almost broke into further pieces. it didn’t help that she sounded so damn sexy when she was talking, and she looked even better. how was it possible that she looked that good? she was just… so lovely. her hair finally grew back to the length he thought suited her best. that whole rocker, razor layer thing wasn’t her style. he left the hard core stuff to his baby sister kyra. she could pull it off like no one’s business. etta’s hair was supposed to be long and flowing. there was more of it to play with that way, and alec loved playing with her hair. it was so pretty, and hard for him not to be distracted by. her words stung at first, like one of those bloody paper cuts that annoyed him so much. but he didn’t need this now. he was about to explode.

that was when he snapped. rising to his feet, alec nearly shoved etta into the wall. it wasn’t so much of a shove as it was him more or less carrying her and pushing her there, with him close behind. when she was safely pinned to the wall, alec pulled his wand from his back pocket and held it to her neck. this was the girl who broke him the first time. this was the girl who thought of herself as if she was so much higher than he was. this was the girl who was making him hurt, all over again, and alec wasn’t going to just sit back and take it. as if he cared if he murdered someone. as if he cared about azkaban. as if he couldn’t come up with some sort of excuse for it. as if his father wouldn’t cover for him. “you think you’re so clever, don’t you?” he nearly growled at her, his breathing ragged. the adrenaline was pumping like no other, and he felt as if nothing could touch him, even with the gaping hole that seemed to have formed in his chest. “but you’re just a stupid little girl, who knows nothing.” he said, narrowing his eyes at her, his breathing becoming more and more ragged as time went on. he was frozen in this position, one arm pinning her shoulder to the wall, his fingers wrapped around her upper arm, hard enough to bruise, should he hold any harder, the other hand holding his wand firmly at her neck, as if it was a knife, and he could slit her throat with it. but he didn’t move. he didn’t speak anymore. he could barely breathe. no curse left his lips, nothing. he was frozen, wand at her neck. not even alec knew his next move. if there was anyone else in the common room. they would’ve had every right to be scared… there was a part of alec that was scared of himself.

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notes: oh, scary alec. hehe.
credit: i made it my fucking self, dammit. graphic to caution.

[arietta e. urquhart]

arietta just couldn't deal with all the stress that her own life brought on. it was too much for one person to deal with at once, any sane person would have killed themselves by now. if her life had been split up initial different life times well then she would have been able to handle it just dandy. in one life she have lost her virginity to james, in another gotten engaged to emile, and in the third fallen in, what ever she had fallen, for alec. there the only three men that she actually gave two damns about in her life all split up. if it had been like that arietta would have had the need to cry herself to sleep almost every night because of how much she hated her life. she hated everyone in it. especially emile, her stupid idiotic asshole of a fiancée who she refused to even kiss much less sleep with. she had only slept with two men in her life and she going to do anything in her power to keep that number that low. she wanted it that low and by golly it was staying that low. why did her parent s have to force her into a relationship she did t want to have with a man she truly didn't like? she wanted nothing to do with a emile she didn't even want to hold his hand and when he asked her to marry him in that crowd full of people and it was already set that she would say yes well it hard to say yes. arietta had done the only thing she could have though of fir her to actually say yes to the kneeling in front of her. she though of the only man she had ever truly care about and yes came out with feelings she didn't even know she had. when it was over when that stupid not to mention ugly, well ugly in her eyes cause it wasnt from alec, ring was on her finger she saw the boy had had just a few seconds before clouded up her minds with thoughts of him being the one on one knee, well he wasn't too happy. he had no idea how unhappy she was. the worst part was that alec hadn't known that it was all for show. that emile and arietta could barely be in a room together before wanting to rip of each others throat. at least she couldn't stand it. the only reason that emile wasn't dead by the hand of arietta was because she didn't want to go to azkaban before she was for sure married to that jerk. then of course she would be more than happy to be in azkaban than be married to that - that thing that she was supposed to be in love with, and be in everything with. she couldn't even stand his freaking presence and she was supposed to life with him? yeah like that was going to happen. she would do anything anything not be married, to not be attached with the last name dobrev for the rest of her life. she was a urquhart and she was to be anything else she was going to be an uh andanov.

but those thoughts couldn't be in her head. those thoughts that wanted so badly to claw up all her time. the thoughts that wanted to break free and become reality, those were the thoughts that she could let roam free. she knew that the instand moment that she let her thoughts over take what she was feeling and what she was doing then she would be screwed. there was no nice way to put it. she was screwed as it was. she was having a tough time getting her entire mind together, let alone a freaking relationship that she didn't even want to be in together, and her parents were they never pleased with anything she did? it was like she was nothing to them. she was just a piece of meat that could be given to the wealthiest pureblood family that could get their hands on anything that they wated. it was as simple as that. she was just a piece of meat to her parents not to mean the fact that the thoughts of alec and parenthood made her break down into something that she wasn't all to happy to break down in. she wanted to be that happy soulless, emotionless girl that she had been at the beginning of the year... most of all arietta wanted to be a virgin again. she wanted to think of virginity as a remarkable thing, something that some girls envied her for it. she wished that she hadn't seen it as a disturbance, that she had thought of it as more that night she had spend with james. that she had stopped him when her mind said no but her heart said yes. she wished that he hadn't broken her heart that way she wouldn't have slept with alec and have him break her heart in even more pieces than it already was to begin with. she wanted to be able to breathe again, to have guys falling at her feet. well she already had that but it wasn't as much fun anymore to mess with them, to tease them and such, she just didn't want any of them. she wanted one guy, but that one guy didn't want any part of her, he didn't want anything to with her, he didn't want her at all. and every day that passed by slowly without waking up in his arms and every time that she thought about him and he wasn't there to make her thoughts reality, she died a little inside. the worst part was that every time she died a little inside she saw herself in the mirror and she saw a winkle show up. she felt herself aging by the minutes not the days, not the hours, not the months, not the years. not she was aging by the minutes, and every minute she wasn't with the one she wanted to be with she aged a year. or at least she thought she looked years older. she didn't want to look at herself in the mirror any more. she hated her face. hated her eyes. and god she hated her hair. but she wasn't about to chop it off again. she liked her hair length just hated the color. it was platinum, like the malfoys not pretty blonde. she wanted to be pretty blonde.

but she wasn't supposed to be thinking about that. she was supposed to be thinking of thoughts that wouldn't remind her of him. but it was hard as hell. everything thought had a correlation to him. everything. puppies. arietta liked puppies, she also liked alec. there. try spiders. arietta hated spiders. she also hated alec. bam. every single thought help him behind it. he was standing in the middle of her mind and every time she closed her eyes he would be there to remind of what he had done to her. he would be there to poke her every time she wasn't thinking of him. remind her of the aching hole in her heart that would never be able to make itself whole again. she would never be able to love anyone for she wouldn't be able to give them her whole heart. but what was so special about that stupid russian boy? nothing! nothing was special about him, he was an arrogant asshole, who was pureblood obsessed not to mention the fact that he could barely stand half bloods and they had nothing in common too! nothing! arietta loved to hang out with anyone no matter their blood type, her best friend was half blood. half the guys she had dated had been half bloods and some muggle borns. she was nice inside and alec - alec was just mean. no no he wasn't. arietta had seen that side of alec that not many people had seen, the side that would sit with her and hold her through anything. the side that talked to her about the weather and kept her entertained for hours. the side that didn't need to sleep with her to be happy. the side that just holding her was enough. arietta wanted that alec. that was the only she wanted. she didn't want this picture of a person that he placed for everyone to see. she wanted that guy that had held her in the common room when she was crying over a broken heart, the guy who was hesitant when she told him she wanted to sleep with him that very night. well not hesitant per say, but arietta could tell he didn't want to be just a rebound. and he had never been just a rebound to arietta. especially after that morning when she woke up and found him there looking at her, the first thing that she had expected was that he would kick her out of bed, but he just looked at her. she was never asked to leave his bed, and if it was by her she would have never left his side. she wanted to stay with him, wanted him to hold her until he couldn't hold her anymore. the only time that she wanted him to let go was when his arms would fall off. or when they would stop working. alas he had gotten bored of her, he hadn't believed her when she told him she didn't have any feelings but hatred towards emile, and when she asked him to do something that she never thought she would need to ask him, to fight for her. he had said no and he had left her in the middle of the woods at hogsmeade. completely devastated. wasn't he supposed to help her mend a broken heart to tear it apart?

standing before alec trying to be brave wasn't something that she could do in all honesty. she was surprised at herself for not falling into his lap saying how much she had missed him but she couldn't do that! she wouldn't lower herself to beg for him. no she was better than that. she would beg for him. she just wouldn't.in less than a second after he stood up she was pushed agaisnt a wall. it there hadn't been flare in his eyes she would have hoenstly thought that this was just down right sexy. but no she couldn't think about how sexy alec looked angry even if it was deathly angry. the felt the tip of his wand agaisnt her neck and she closed her eyes for a second. well she had really pushed his buttons... she liked it too much, pushing his buttons. when she heard his voice she opened her eyes. his breathing was agnry, she could feel it. she could feel the angry emanating off his skin like nothing. she could feel everything he was feeling. she didn't respond to him. instead arietta did something she never thought she would do if she were pinned against a wall with a wand held firmly to her neck. arietta lifted her neck giving alec a clear shot at it. "curse me. kill me. do what ever you want."

[/color] her voice was tough. it was hard. she wasn't backing down, she didn't care what alec did to her. at least she got some type of feeling out of him. "i don't care anymore." the relazation hit her and she whispered the last part. she didn't care as long as it was alec who did this to her. even with the heels he was still slightly taller then her and when she lifted her neck, their lips were so close to touching. she hoped that if he were to kill her like his eyes were trying to say to her, she hoped that he would kiss her one last time.
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[alecksander m. andanov]

this is the way you left me, i'm not pretending

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----------------------- NO HAPPY ENDING[/font][/center]

in his life, no other girl screwed him up the way arietta screwed him up. no girl ever gave him this much of a headache. never in his life had he dealt with a girl quite like her. she was everything he could as for in a girl, and so much more, but the effort it took to get her was insane. for the first few months that he panted over her, he was running after some disgusting half blood with an inevitable hero complex, a bad ego and an attitude he didn’t deserve. james potter acted like he ran hogwarts, as if the castle was his, the school was his kingdom and he was the monarch. well, he had something else coming if he kept that mentality up. sure, he was captain of quidditch, a prefect and the son of the most annoying celebrity the wizard world ever was cursed with, but that didn’t make him amount to much. sooner or later, his luck would run out and people would stop caring that he was harry potter’s son. after that, james potter would be nobody once he left school, the same way the former james potter amounted to nothing, why arietta was interested in him, alec would never understand. not when she could’ve had him from the beginning. alec never cared that she bounced right from james to him. he wasn’t a rebound. no, he refused to see it that way. it was merely a realization on her part; a realization that james potter would never be good enough, and the emptiness she felt was because he was inferior. it would be like a queen giving up her purity to a peasant before offering it to her king. the analogy wasn’t quite what he intended for himself, but the concept was there. james was nothing. he would always be nothing. the sooner arietta realized that, the easier her life would be, and getting over him would become increasingly easier. had alec not stepped in when he did, the healing process would’ve taken much longer, but it still would’ve happened. she was a strong young woman, and he admired her for that. alec didn’t mind being a catalyst in the chemical equation he spoke of. the quicker she was over potter the quicker she could move on to him. that was the plan all along. in any other circumstance, he would never have taken james potter’s sloppy seconds. he had far too much pride for that. but arietta was his exception to the rule. she was exquisite, in every sense of the word. she had an amazing smile, eyes you could get lost in, perfect skin, and her hair… merlin, that hair. even when it was cut so drastically and edgy, she was still beautiful. of course, he preferred her hair long and curly, but he would take it any way. she was beautiful any way she wore her hair, any way she did her make up, no matter what she wore. that in itself set her apart from the other girls he was with. it was usually the one look that he was attracted to- the long blonde hair, pale skin, fare eyes, always worn to society’s acceptable presence of ‘pretty’. but with etta, she could have one of those pixie cuts and he would still find her adorable. he would never suggest the look for her, of course. he long hair was too fun to play with.

but no matter her unequivocal beauty and grace, the girl still put alec through hell. the whole thing with potter should’ve put him off of her, of course. but it didn’t. then there was the dreaded engagement to alec’s best mate, and his new engagement to one emeline bletchley. the best way to deal with that was to not acknowledge its existence. it was the best way to avoid conflict with those closest to him. if anyone brought up the words ‘arranged’ and ‘marriage’ in the same sentence, alec just about cursed them into the next week. an arranged marriage put him in this bloody situation. what was the deal with pureblood parents these days? did they not trust their children to be completely disgusted with those of lower blood status? well, maybe he was overestimating some of the pureblood population these days. but honestly, he had to wonder. his parents should’ve known better with him. as if he would ever pick a bride that wasn’t pure. he was the perfect image of the perfect pureblood son. he would never even consider marrying someone without a pure blood status. he kept better company than that. his best friends were all pureblood, weren’t they? no matter how lax rett’s family was, they were still pureblood. arranged marriages were for those who weren’t as positive of what kind of person they wanted to marry- the kind who still believed in silly things like true love and feelings conquering blood status. it was nonsense, every last word of it. sure, he could live with the idea of love (no matter how much he would deny it and refuse to say that word to a girl ever again), but letting that that priority of the other’s status? ugh, disgusting. that was a fairytale if he ever heard one. these engagements were silly. he would never marry emeline bletchley. she likened herself with blood traitors like weasley’s, and that awful weird sister spawn. it was remotely disgusting, keeping company like that. how the mighty had fallen. he once knew emeline to be as ruthless as he was with blood status. she was the one person he could relate to, before she threw his heart off the astronomy tower and watched it shatter- which he would never admit to, of course. he wanted nothing to do with her, and for good reason. that was the difference in their engagement. had the circumstances been different, etta and her fiancée would’ve gotten along swimmingly. had they met under the circumstances alec had planned- meaning at the rehearsal dinner for their wedding- then he was positive they would’ve gotten along just fine. they were very similar people, and both very close to alec. but no, the arranged marriage nonsense screwed that all over, didn’t it? stupid parents. if only they understood. if they only knew of alec’s plans, or at least waited a little longer to announce the engagement so that alec could ask their permission to marry their daughter… but no, that was no longer possible. getting past the parents would be the greatest obstacle between their happiness.

that was assuming that either of them would ever forgive the other. if anyone needed forgiving, it was alec. he was a right prat to her in the woods that night. when alec was admitting he was wrong, if only to himself, that meant he really did something awful. he never wanted to treat her that way, as if she was some common whore, some cheap little half blood. he treated her as if she was nothing, as if she meant nothing, when she meant the entire world to him, when she always would. he treated her the way he should’ve seen the girl he was running to. it was if his vision was screwed up, and he saw adalynn as what he saw etta as. it was one of the worst mistakes he made, allowing adalynn dimitrov to act as if she meant anything to the pureblood world. even if she was a volkov by blood, she would never amount to the person aurora volkov was before her untimely death and disappearance. she was raised by muggles, and that was where she should’ve remained. she wasn’t meant to live in this world, obviously. respectable pureblood women did not get pregnant at the age of sixteen. it wasn’t acceptable, and it wasn’t classy. the worst part? he acted like it was okay, as if there wasn’t anything wrong with her being pregnant, especially if it was his child. but it wasn’t. she was a slut, the way he always knew she was. arietta hated the girl for good reason. he imagined having to grovel at her feet to even get her to look at him anymore. she owed him the world’s largest batch of ‘i told you so’. he deserved it, and he knew it. admitting defeat was never quite his style, but he would sacrifice it for her… just as soon as he regained some pride, called adalynn a slut to her face, and threatened to tell the whole school. that was what he should have done the moment they broke up, but he had more respect than that. he had class, even if she didn’t. so he would just have to wait a few days, tell her little fiancée about what happened, man to man, and leave her the way she was meant to be left. it was what she deserved. at that point, he would go back to arietta, get down on his knees and beg for her to forgive him, and promise to her that he would figure out a way for both of them to get out of their arrangements. if he had to barter with four sets of parents to get the partners switched. his mate could deal with being engaged to emeline. at least he found the girl attractive. that was all it needed to be. one drunken night after the reception, take the honeymoon to conceive their heir, and be done with the matter. then alec would go mistress hunting with his mate. of course, the only one looking for a mistress would be his mate. alec wouldn’t need one. etta knew every way to please him frontward and backward. he would never feel the need for a mistress. he would be content with etta, so long as she was his and his alone. that would be all he ever needed. but that still required forgiving, and lots of it.

standing there, pinning her to a wall, wand at her neck… so many things were running through his head. killing her was definitely one of them. he threatened (and almost went through with it) to kill his own father, the man who attempted to raise him. killing the girl in front of him would be all too easy. he could make it look like an accident. he could kill her without magic, the way muggles did it. he would be careful to leave no trail back to him. who was she to him anyway? absolutely no one. she dared to mock him, to act like she was better than he was, to think that she would honestly make him lesser of a person with simple words. as if he wouldn’t take action! did she expect him to just take her patronizing? if she honestly did, she was clinically insane. he’d have her committed to st. mungo’s the next day if he had to. no, she had to know he would react. maybe that was what she wanted- a reaction. proof that there were still feelings for her there, proof that he wasn’t dead inside quite yet, that adalynn wasn’t enough to completely kill him. if she was, it would mean that she trumped etta. if he could go on without etta and go on to adalynn, and then not bounce back from adalynn, then it meant adalynn was better than her. was this just proof that she had sway over him? was it a test? did he pass? he honestly didn’t care. pushing the point more into her neck, alec took in another ragged breath. she was patronizing him again, daring him to do things, pretending like she knew him. the way she lifted her neck, putting their lips close to each other… it was driving him insane. it was almost to a point where he couldn’t breathe. it was hell on him. his heart was pounding against his chest. he hadn’t been this close to her in weeks. it was almost painful being this close to her. it was her last words that made him snap. his wand dropped from his hand, and with his now free hand, he pulled her lips to his, securing her to him with that hand. the kiss was fierce, and long, and hard, filled with all the passion his kisses had been lacking. he pressed her against the wall now not with rage, but with desire. his lips only broke from hers so that he could trail kisses down her neck, drawing a line from where his wand was only moments ago. his hand slid down her shoulder and to her waist, and then to her back. once his hand was there, he pulled her closer to him. his lips were still tingling, but he had to stop kissing her at one point. he closed his eyes and tried catching his breath, to no avail. “marry me, arietta urquhart. dobrev to hell, bletchley to hell. marry me, and end all of this foolishness.” he whispered, his lips close to her ear. he closed his eyes and placed a tiny kiss right above her ear and breathed in, waiting for her answer.

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[arietta e. urquhart]

arietta always thought that she would end up with someone with lesser blood than her because she never really cared for such things. she was always one of those girls that figured she would get on a plane to the americas and stay there until her parents gave up on trying to find her at all. it was true, something that mira and dahlman both knew very well however ever since this year she seemed to want to change her feelings towards that. she wanted to stay where she was, grow old with potter and have his ugh even the thought of having his children now made her mind go blank and her stomach flip. she didn't even want to admit that she had slept with him let alone that he had taken her virginity, she didn't want that anymore. she wanted more, she wanted someone that was better than him, she wanted the guy who she had had fallen in love with only weeks after believing she had fallen in love with james. however it was only when realizing that she wasn't actually in love with james, that it had all been lust and things of the kind, that her feelings had been misplaced, that she had placed in him that weren't his to begin with. those feelings had belong to that blonde man that was in front of her pinning her angrily to a wall. that man was the man that had been so much better for her than james. he was the one that her mind her should be filled with thoughts of. it was his smell that had rubbed off on her after all the panting he had done after her that she had grown to fall in love with and accept that. it was all some part of a plan that she had formed inside her brain. she would lose it to james and it would cause him to want to be with her or some stupid version like that, that now older, almost seventeen, realized that she had been so stupid in ever thinking would have worked because it wouldn't have. james was a dick head, he liked to sleep with women, like to get anyone he could into bed and etta to him was just another fling to have someone to gain and nothing more. she had fallen for his stupid trick that she was actually something special because in reality she wasn't what so ever. she was just something that he could insert himself with insert out and throw her to the wolves like the little that she meant to him. he was a don juan tenorio. a guy to just laughed about how the girls threw themselves at his feet and how each wanted to change him, etta had tried to do just that, she had tried to change james to be with her, behind a girl's back, she had tried and ultimately failed in getting what she wanted out of james, instead getting a what she had thought at the time broken heart.

however she knew now what a broken heart. after what had happened in the woods. the way he had just left her there to rot, something almost too similar to what james had done, like she was worthless made her realize what a real broken heart felt like. it not only felt like every part of your body was giving away but like you couldn't cry the pain away. it felt horrible, and it got worse with each tear that would fall from her eyes. she had never really thought a broken heart would be so bad but it had been. it had been pain that she had never experienced before, she had been a wild child too meaning that she had fallen from tears many times without her parents around, meaning that she had tried to ride a bicycle when she was twelve with dahlman and falling getting scrapped knees that hurt so bad. but nothing that she had ever experienced felt as bad as what alec had done to her. he hadn't placed a finger on her and sometimes when she was deliriously awake in the middle of nights, she would wish he had so she could close her eyes and feel his touch on her skin. he had kissed her once on her shoulder when he had greeted her but upon telling him what was to happen that very afternoon at hogwarts, what would go on in front of half the school, what question would be popped. what her response would have to be. she hadn't even gotten to what she wanted her response to be, what she wanted to actually do to kaden, how she didn't want more than to hexed into oblivion, curse him into mental instability, get him worse than bellatrix did to professor longbottom's parents, all of that she wanted to do so badly only because she kept him away from him. because it meant that she wouldn't walk down the isle to see alec on the other end. which meant she would need to sleep with a third person in her lifetime. no she wanted it to only be too, she didn't even want to consummate that relationship with kaden. she would have had to have quite the drinks at the reception to be able to even consider going into the room with kaden and not doing what she had planned from the very beginning to do. to run away from what everyone was making her do, to close her eyes and pretend that if she just wished hard enough that all her thoughts and dreams and everything she wanted would come true, that if she just thought it over and over and she wouldn't end up crying herself to sleep in embryonic position. that she didn't have to think about alec being and loving anyone but herself that the wedding would never come, that the date would be pushed back, maybe if she proclaimed that she wasn't pure sexualy that could give her a few weeks right? she knew dobrev's parents better than that, they would turn a blind eye and pretend that she had slept with dobrev and no one else. merlin she hated kaden.

there was clearly no denying in what she was going through was the up most painful thing she had ever experienced in her entire life. arietta didn't like pain to begin with and having to watch alec and adalynn walk around the entire school like there was nothing wrong in the world gave her a broken heart with so many strings, it was difficult for her to be able to get up in the mornings and once mira had to hold her back before she had almost thrown freezing ice water on top of adalynn, bucket and all. she still had her possible reactions in her mind but god she wanted to see her angry to start a fight because if that came up arietta was no backing down at all, nothing could make her even remotely think of backing down from a fight with her. if she placed it on a silver plater for arietta to take who was she not to take it and be done with it? she was better than that obviously and it was definitely something she could take on, plus if someone had told that the baby inside adalynn was alec's well arietta might had accidentally thrown her down the stairs. she wanted to do all that too her but alas she couldn't for the simple reason that arietta had a heart inside. a broken one yes but one none the less. she wasn't heartless and she could never be which was why she had placed a smile on her face and had verbally fought back with her when sienna picked a fight that day they returned to hogwarts. arietta knew that it had irked her that nothing had gotten to her. that she had remained as though she didn't really give two damns about that. it was just who she was and well it was quite good at putting on a facade for everyone. it was caused by the endless amount of work she had to do on being mean on not liking anyone, of being a bitch to your closest friends. it was something she had acquired at the age of twelve while others were perfecting it and well it was something she perfect at fourteen which gained her an under position behind molly and next year a shoo in for Bitch Queen and that was something you really wanted, especially if you were blonde and a bitch. of course arietta had formed enemies in the girls in her house, adalynn for a start and then there was evalee who had suddenly proclaimed herself the princess of slytherin and though she was marrying scorpius malfoy, arietta could really give two damns. she knew was she was up again and if anything she would be marrying that disgusting creature of man kaden but he was older which gave arietta come high brownie points since she was faking to be in love with him to begin with. her life was just coming together except for the part that she really cared about, the part that would bring her a smile on her face when ever she thought about, except for the part that was in front of her pinning her with fire in his eyes so large arietta didn't know what to think correctly.

except for alec. alec was her only exception to everything. he caused her to be angry and happy and be all giddy and almost gryffindor like and he still cared for her deeply, did that even count? arietta didn't think so, especially now that she was held at wand point by the only man that she realized that she had such strong feelings for that they would drive her insane. it wasn't her that she was feeling all of this and all he wanted to do was blow her brains away with a simple curse, something that she knew she would never be able to recover from physically and mentally. she closed her eyes slightly she just wanted to be curse into the next oblivion and be over with it. the point of the wand was hit harder on her next and she knew that a little harder and there would be a bruise there and not the type of bruise or look like a bruise, she wanted to be letting from alec however she didn't have much of a choice. at her final words, her eyes were closed, she could feel his breathing on her lips, they were so close if she just reached up a little they could have one last kiss. she heard the wand drop from his hand to the floor and the next second his lips were on her in the most passionate kiss that she had ever reacived from alec. she removed her hands from the wall and place them on his waist. when he removed his lips from hers and started to place sweet kisses down her neck, arietta moved her arms to dig into his hair. she'd miss this too much, she'd miss him too much, it was hard kissing him, entwining her hands in his hair, there was so much she wanted to do with him again she wanted to be held, wanted to be kiss, wanted to be touched, it was too many things to do at once. she'd been through withdrawals and she didn't care that she was jumping right back into the drug as this was one drug that arietta didn't want to even think about living without. with his hand on her back, she was pulled closer and she gave a slightly gasp. merlin she had missed him too much. she felt his lips next to her ears, no words had been spoken as of yet, however what he had said next was better than any proposal she had ever imagined in her entire life just because it came from him and from his lips, from his heart. the way he said it had not been a question but she was speechless in his arms. "yes,"

[/color] at this point two foolish little kids in love would have done something other than what two sixteen year olds forced to mature at a young age were about to do. arietta hugged him around the neck so tightly she almost lifted herself from the ground out of joy.
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[alecksander m. andanov]

this is the way you left me, i'm not pretending

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from the very beginning, alec saw himself with a pureblood girl. one that was respectable in every way and could keep him from straying. it was one thing to be married to a pureblood girl who was lovely, another to stay faithful to her. he never wanted to be his parents. he didn’t want their marriage. he didn’t know if he would ever quite… fall in love. the idea of it was nice and all, but he couldn’t stomach the possibility that he would be vulnerable. no one was supposed to see a side of alec that was vulnerable. no one. alec andanov was not a vulnerable person, and to let someone in would call for weakness, and alec was not weak. but his marriage would not be a façade. unless it was arranged to someone absolutely ghastly, or a brunette. or one of the two pureblood weasley’s. that would be dreadful. though he wouldn’t quite mind being arranged to molly weasley, he still wouldn’t go through with it. despite how beautiful she was, he refused to marry anything quite as tainted as a weasley. he would take emeline over a weasley, and there was no other girl in hogwarts that he hated more than that girl. it would be a lie to say that alec had ever managed to stay completely faithful to a girl since his break up with emeline, but he was never tied down. he refused to be after he put himself out there for the bletchley slut. that was the first and last real relationship he had. he refused to count his last one. he let himself be fooled by adalynn dimitrov, who was nothing more than a slut, raised by muggles. he should’ve known better. just because her name was volkov, and she was pure by birth didn’t make her a pureblood. it only made her an imposter. she was raised by muggles for merlin’s sake! all she would ever amount to was… well, nothing, really. just because she was marrying someone with all the class in the pureblood world didn’t mean that she had class. had her mother went through the arrangement when she was told…. well, that would be a completely different situation, wouldn’t it? but it didn’t matter. she had only proved his theories correct. relationships and feelings were for the weak. it was as what his father always told him. weakness was not the andanov way, and alec would show no weakness. marrying a girl of his parent’s choice would be about the only way things would ever happen. he wasn’t the type who thought about falling in love and getting married. maybe at one point, he would become fond of his wife, and spending time with her wouldn’t be equated to shoving bamboo sticks under his fingernails. he could deal with being able to stomach his wife at least. maybe he could get his parents to let him marry like… kyra or something. at least she was a good friend of his. at least they would be able to not kill each other while being married. it would be odd, being married to her, looking at kyra in a different way than usual… but it didn’t matter. he was going to choose his wife, eventually. arranged marriages were absolutely absurd.

alec never reckoned a girl like arietta into the equation. he never factored love into it. he never intended on weakness. feelings were never supposed to be a part of this decision, or his life at all. he was supposed to be cold, to be heartless. but he wasn’t, no matter how hard he tried. he never intended to let something as silly as love come in between what he wanted. and he never thought a girl could nearly ruin his friendship with someone he grew up with. kaden and alec swore, from the moment they started having interest in girls, that nothing could come between them. they were best mates until the end. and yet, that was exactly what happened. kaden’s parents decided it was a good idea to set up an arrangement between the dobrev family and the urquhart family. kaden had no interest in etta, he assured alec. it was an arrangement and nothing more. however, the parents didn’t want it to seem that way. so kaden had to propose, and arietta had to say yes. the day they made it official was the day that alec ended things in the woods. he chose to blame etta, and not kaden. their friendship was strained, of course. how could alec watch kaden be all happy with the girl he loved and not go insane? it was simply impossible. etta was the girl of his dreams. she was pureblood and blonde, and she could be as cold and heartless as he was. it was no wonder why she was in the running for the future slytherin queen. she was beautiful and had it in her to lead. but it was not alec or even etta’s choice to who inherited the title. it was all up to molly weasley, a pureblood related to the blood traitor weasley’s, but a queen none the less. she was the exception to everyone’s rule in the slytherin and pureblood worlds. it was semi insane. there was something seriously wrong with her if she chose anyone other than arietta for the title. the only other person he could see in the role was adalynn dimitrov. alec hated everything about the girl now. but she was vindictive and manipulative, and had absolutely no regard for anyone else but herself. so despite her filthy muggle name, she had the makings of a true pureblood girl. those with no feelings, those with no interest in anyone other than themselves. she would make the perfect lestrange. he was never supposed to feel for her. it should’ve been arietta from the beginning. once he realized that his conquest of euphemia- effie- flint was to be fruitless, he should’ve immediately asked his parents for an arrangement to etta. things would be so much easier, and he would have kaden as his best mate again. why was it that he hesitated in the first place?

he had her pinned against a wall. his adrenaline was running high. his heart was beating fast. and he had no idea what he was going to do next. there was a part of his mind telling him to curse her. his parents would get him out of azkaban so quickly he would barely have to breathe the word “innocent.” she did him wrong. this was all her fault, wasn’t it? it was her fault she didn’t stand up to her parents. it was her fault for trying to give him a choice- making him fight for her. it was her fault she was so beautiful. it was all her fault. so why shouldn’t he curse her? she was the cause of all his pain. he was holding her too hard. he was going to leave marks on her flawless porcelain skin. he would have to make up excuses. she would have to wear longer sleeves until they faded. it would be on her. this was not his fault… nothing was his fault… and then his defenses failed. he was kissing her, and she was kissing him back. her hands were on his waist, and then they were in his hair. this was sweet defeat. he would gladly concede. she was killing him with every kindness. he had no walls up against this. he had never been trained to resist this, to resist her. all the self control in the world couldn’t stop him now. he wanted her in every way possible, and he was hungry for more. he needed this. he needed her. no one else made him as crazy as this. no one else had him this far in. and there was no going back. he knew that much. his proposal wasn’t quite a question, and she didn’t really have a choice in the matter. neither of them did at this point. but she said yes. and the first true smile alec had worn in far too long broke over his lips. she was hugging him tightly, and he was happy- happier than he had ever been. alec was never one to be so outright happy like this. but now he couldn’t help it. he wrapped his arms around her torso and hugged her back, spinning her around in a circle, as if she was a light as a doll. once he was done spinning, he set her down on the couch, still smiling. laying over her, he looked down at her, his smile softening. he pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear, proceeding to trace his thumb across her cheek bone. “you’re beautiful.” he said, continuing to stoke her cheek. she really was. placing a quick kiss to her forehead, he held up one finger, as if to say ‘give me one moment’. first, he picked up his wand and started toward his dorm. he knew exactly where the box was, and found it within seconds. when he returned to the couch, he smiled again and reached around her tiny neck, undoing the chain of a necklace she was wearing. without speaking, he opened the box and slid the ring onto a chain. “i want you to wear this. i know you have to wear kaden’s on your hand… but keep this close to your heart.” he said, his voice low. he replaced the chain around her neck, leaning in to give her a soft kiss. “i love you, arietta urquhart. and i plan to make this right.”

tagged: arietta urquhart <3
word count: 1617
wearing: this
lyrics: happy ending - mika
notes: only two months late ; P
credit: i made it my fucking self, dammit. graphic to caution.