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Post by CHARLES ASHMORE on Nov 13, 2012 22:00:23 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][/style][atrb=style, width: 525px; border-bottom: 20px #3B3327 solid, bTable]CAUSE EVERYTHING THE WORLD COULD THROW I'll stand in front. I'll take the blow for you. [style=height: 305px; width: 255px; margin-right: -520px; font-size: 8.5px; font-family: tahoma; text-align: justify; line-height: .9; text-transform: lowercase; overflow: auto; scrollbar-base-color:#71200E; color: #000;]the past few weeks have gone in a blur of depression for the male as after rescuing his best friend from the abusive hands of her boyfriend, she turned her back to him once more and agreed to marry him. charles was at a loss for words when she came dancing up to him with the ring resting on her finger, one that did not represent anything about who she was and it was noticeable that logan had taken no time in actually searching for the perfect ring. charles was seen as a threat though and logan, after apologizing to tahlia profusely, begging her to take him back, charles was put on the backburner once more and just when he thought he was making some progress. sighing, he lifted the collar of his white buttoned down shirt, placing the tie around his neck and pulling the knot up to his adam’s apple. the suit that he was wearing was one that felt tighter than usual, his skin was itching against the fabric and everything was going by so fast as he finished his look with tugging the jacket on over his broad shoulders and staring at his reflection. he appeared to be happy as there was a smile on his face but it did not reach his eyes, which held a certain sadness for the day felt more symbolic of a funeral than a wedding but that is what today was, tahlia’s wedding. the preparation went by quickly and tahlia and logan agreed on just about everything, as charles tagged a long for a lot of the food tasting and flower picking—another factor that contributed to the idea that the male could be a homosexual rather than batting for the team of girls. sighing, he picked the small white flower up and pinned it to the breast pocket, making him a man that would stand beside logan when he said “I do” to the girl that charles loved.
the church was rather beautiful in an elegant and classic way as the stain glass windows that depicted scenes of christianity’s most important moment and if this scene, right now, would be painted, this would be tahlia’s most important moment and charles was determined not to ruin it. he stood with a solemn expression on his face, his hands tucked behind his back and standing with his shoulders back, three men away from logan who was appearing rather smug in his triumph of getting tahlia down the aisle. charles loathed the male but remained silent about his own opinions and instead, he supported their marriage by agreeing to stand at the alter and witness everything up close and person. logan obviously had ulterior motives for asking charles to be a groomsmen and charles was well aware of this fact. his thoughts were cut off with the sound of heels hitting the church floor, growing louder and louder in a frantic movement to get to logan and the other groomsmen who were standing there, waiting for the ceremony to start. charles stared at the ground until a hand tapped his shoulder and he looked up to meet the wide eyes of the wedding planner, she wants to speak to you.. the woman whispered in his ear and charles nodded, glancing to the side where the three other males were staring back at him, eyes narrowed in annoyance. ”tell her I’ll be right there..” |
[/b] he mumbled back, sliding out of his spot in the line and walking down the aisle toward the church doors. he emerged into the hallway, following the frantic woman to a small room in which charles gently tapped on the door and waited for the approval before entering, ”hey..”[/b] he said, his head poking in first, followed by his body sliding through the small opening that he had made in the door. he stared at the ground for a moment, shuffling his feet, ”wow…tally…you look…”[/b], breathtaking, beautiful, perfect, those were the words that came to mind but he was not able to finish his sentence as his eyes actually moved up the length of her dress to meet her eyes. ”you know you are….”[/b], he hesitated to say the words, not wanting to lie to her but finding that she appeared to have some kind of content in her decision to marry the abusive male, ”correct..”[/b], but not the right, ”thing.”[/b]. stepping closer, his arms were wide, embracing her and breathing in everything that was tahlia from the scent of her perfume mixing with her freshly washed hair. his body trembled, pulling back and dropping his arms to his side, his hands digging into his pants pocket, ”and I’ll be right there…as I always am, for you.”[/b] he said calmly, glancing at her with a smile that once more, did not reach his eyes. talking her down was easy, but talking himself down was the hard part. he had to keep calm when speaking of logan and how good of a person he was. charles never had any doubt that logan was good to tahlia, sometimes, but he could see that the makeup was still hiding recovery mark on her skin where his fists had physical contact and it caused his own fists to clench in the safety of his pockets. ”you’re so beautiful tahlia, and …if he makes you happy..”[/b], though that was never the case, he was silently, unsupportive of this marriage and leaning forward, he pressed his lips to her forehead and smoothed a curl away from her face, ”love you tally. now…let’s get you down the asile..”[/b] he commented just as the wedding planner knocked on the door, alerting them of the time restraint that was occurring. he gave a nod to her father was now standing at the door, watching the two of them with adoration in his eyes as tahlia’s father and charles had always gotten along. ”show time.”[/b] he mumbled, giving her one last departing hug before entering the church once more and making a hasty entrance back to his spot beside the three males. logan shot him a noticeable glare and charles returned it with narrowed eyes, suspicious in one another but the doors opening caught their attention and they both whipped their heads around to the face the front of the church, catching her eyes and feeling his breath hitch in his throat. it was at this moment that charles was doubting everything that he had said back at the church and with his eyes wondering to logan, he saw nothing but a smug expression, more of a competition winning smile than a loving one to be directed at tahlia. his eyes flitted back and forth, listening to the music slow down and then cease as she approached the alter and everyone slowly took their seats. what was he doing? why was his palms suddenly sweating? he felt a lump growing in his throat that was nothing resembling holding back a sob, but rather holding back words. he listened to the priest, or attempted to, his mouth dry with words that had been locked away since his college days. he had memories flashing in his mind, processing everything that he had been feeling and thinking since the first time that he had laid eyes on her. if anyone objects to this marriage, then speak now or forever hold your peace.” and it was at this moment that charles realized, he did not have forever. he had one life to live and it was one that he wanted with his best friend by his side. out of character and certainly to the surprise of the small amount of guests that were hand picked to witness the matrimony, charles raised his head, followed by his hand and cleared his throat. all eyes shot to him, taking in the daring move that he had just made as his mouth opened and he finally spoke, ”I object.”[/b].[/div][/center][/td][/tr][/table][/center] THIS POST IS THE AMAZING AND SEXY SASS WITH HER CHARACTER, TAHLIA [/COLOR]. THIS POST TURNED OUT TO BE 1323[/B] WORDS. MUSE METER IS FULL[/B] AND CHARLES IS WEARING WHATS DESCRIBED IN POST. ANYTHING TO BE SAID ABOUT THIS POST IS FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT....>_>.[/B][/div][/center]
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Post by tahlia sommers on Nov 15, 2012 2:39:33 GMT -5
[classy=TallyB1]I will lay down next to you,[/classy] [classy=TallyB2]Stay in bed all afternoon, We were birds of a feather, We were always together, And I never will forget, All the little things you said, And that beautiful song bird, You used to call me your love bird. But the time went on, The wind has blown, And I've grown, And I started a feeling, And my wings have been broken, And I can't believe that I would ever want to be set free - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/classy] [classy=TallyB3] [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, vertical-align: top;][classy=TallyI][classy=TallyImg][/classy][classy=TallyI2] TAGGED: Haley/Charles
STATUS: Finished
WORDS: 1,199
OUTFIT: clicky moi
LYRICS: Are from "Lovebird" by Leona Lewis
CREDIT: This thread layout was made by SASS and only sass should be using it because if you use it too then that's stealing and I'll be pissed off and will sick an alpha on your ass. So don't do it. [/classy][/classy] | [atrb=valign,top][classy=TallyP1]Tahlia had been shocked by Logan’s proposal, offering her a ring and the fairytale she’d always wanted not long after the storm and the fight Charles had seen. She’d gone back, wanted to hear what he’d had to say even though she’d been scared. Knowing that Charles didn’t like Logan, didn’t approve of the relationship she hadn’t told him her plan to see him again and speak with him, had “forgotten” to mention it at first but when she’d found herself with a ring on her finger and her fairytale within reach she’d had to tell him. It may not have been a ring to her taste, but Logan had picked it for her thinking she would like it, planning for her to wear it through the years as a symbol to show she was his wife and the woman he loved. His temper she was learning to deal with, knowing he needed to be free to leave when he was really angry because he didn’t know when to stop or that he didn’t really mean it when he hit her he just couldn’t control himself to think not to. She knew he loved her, he’d told her so time and time again and she believed him because why would a man ask a woman to be his forever if he didn’t love her and mean it? She couldn’t find any reason why he would link their lives together that way if he didn’t love her and want that to be what their lives were, together and mostly happy. She would just have to learn not to make him angry, would learn when to avoid because of his moods and she would do her best to make her husband happy.
Planning the wedding was fast, he’d wanted to marry her soon and not have to wait a long time to call her his wife. She thought it was sweet that he just couldn’t wait and she was surprised when it was Logan’s suggestion that Charles be included and part of everything. It had made her happy that he was willing to get to know her best friend and not fighting their friendship anymore because she knew Char-Bear would always be her dearest friend so long as he could stand her and so far in all the time they’d been close he’d never once turned his back on her. She always knew she could count on him, always knew he was there for her and trusted him with everything because he was her best friend. Facing herself now in the mirror though she looked at the dress she’d picked and had her doubts about this. The dress wasn’t right…she hadn’t had time to find the perfect dress but this one was very pretty and it would be perfect because today was going to be perfect. Borrowing her mother’s pearls for jewelry she’d chosen them because they went with the ring she would be wearing by the end of the ceremony and for all time. Taking a breath she tried not to think about what she’d pictured as a little girl, she didn’t need that because that was a dream and this was reality and she was marrying a man who loved her, a man who wanted to be with her and this was a happy day for her. Everything she wanted coming true but she still felt nervous and turning toward the wedding planner who came in she hesitated for only a moment before asking the woman to please get Charles for her, she needed to talk to him, needed him to tell her she was being her silly self and that everything was right. She needed that moment with him to relax, calm her nerves, and touch ground again cause he could always talk her down.
Waiting as the wedding planner took off knowing she was probably driving the woman crazy and feeling a little bad for that she looked over at the knock, ”Char-Bear?” she called out hoping it was him not Logan who’d come back and smiling a little nervously as he poked his head into the room. Resisting glancing in the mirror again as he started talking about how she look she twisted her hands together nervously. ”I can do this right? I mean he loves me and wants to marry me…and I want to get married but….well you…you always tell me the truth so just…I can be a good wife right?” she asked nervously and smiled as he stepped closer moving into his arms hugging him close and resting her head against his shoulder for a moment comforted by having him close, knowing he was there and that everything would be okay because he was there with her today. ”Thank you Char-Bear, for being here now and always, you always make things seem right.” she said with a smile and shifted up onto her toes kissing his cheek lightly and smiling happily. She was ready now and as he answered her she nodded to what he said picking up her flowers, ”Love you too Char-Bear.” she said with a smile and looked at her dad with a happy smile as she gave Charles one more hug before moving to get into place for the wedding. Her dad walking her down the aisle to the music as she looked ahead seeing Charles there to support her and then looking to the man she would marry today feeling nervous again but setting her shoulders and spine ready to say “I do” and begin her life as a married woman.
As she reached the end of the aisle she kissed her dad’s cheek before moving into her place looking at Logan. She could make her fairy tale with him, she could be happy and have the life she’d been dreaming about…so why was she suddenly feeling a little sick? She could handle the pain he caused, bruises were easy to hide she’d learned and he said he loved her and always said sorry for what he did. Standing with him there didn’t seem right though, something was wrong and the man across from her wasn’t really right. It was too late though, she’d promised to marry him, she’d promised to be his wife and now as the time to follow through on her promise. Hearing the words spoken about anyone objecting she wondered if it was appropriate for the bride to be the one objecting? Someone beat her to it though, looking at Charles as he spoke up she felt a flutter of relief that he was once again being her hero, he was always her hero…he always had been and didn’t the princess normally marry her hero not the villain? She’d gotten her story wrong, she wasn’t sure it would ever actually be right but she couldn’t let it end this way. ”Char-Bear?” she asked and frowned as Logan turned on Charles the temper she knew too well in his eyes at the interruption to the ceremony. ”Logan don’t!” she called out moving too slow to try to stop the man from swinging a punch at her best friend and fearing what was going to come next. [/classy] |
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Post by CHARLES ASHMORE on Nov 16, 2012 2:26:19 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][/style][atrb=style, width: 525px; border-bottom: 20px #3B3327 solid, bTable]CAUSE EVERYTHING THE WORLD COULD THROW I'll stand in front. I'll take the blow for you. [style=height: 305px; width: 255px; margin-right: -520px; font-size: 8.5px; font-family: tahoma; text-align: justify; line-height: .9; text-transform: lowercase; overflow: auto; scrollbar-base-color:#71200E; color: #000;]since the moment that the blonde had come, literally, bouncing up to him to show the engagement ring and he saw her excitement, charles could not crush her dream. he knew good and well that tahlia had always had this fairy tale dream wedding stashed away for when the day would come that she would find the perfect guy to fill the empty male that was standing next to her in her dreams, but charles never thought that she would be so low as to settle for a male like logan. the male was cold, manipulative and unappreciative of what he had in his life in the form of a good hearted girlfriend who truly cared about him and his wellbeing but charles hated the fact that the girl continued to run back to him and time again. standing in the room with her, watching her have doubts and hesitations was enough to prove to charles that this was not what she wanted. tahlia was not the sort to doubt any decision and the sheer fact that he had been pulled away from the procession line at the alter was evidence to him that she was not ready for this and like himself, she did not want this. but the way she was wording everything was cutting charles deeper and deeper, giving him the chance to be honest with her and letting it slip away in the hopes that all of her dreams would come true at the altar. charles knew that logan had some kind of care for the girl but it was more about showing her off as a trophy than appreciating the beautiful girl that he had in his possession and charles hated that the male never took note of what he had—it killed him even. his smile was faltering at the end, the corners of his mouth twitching to turn downwards but he kept it going until his back was turned and he nodded to her father who just glanced at him as though he was a traitor. furrowing his brows, charles tried to shake the feeling off and made his way back to the altar, taking his place in line while listening to the music begin and his own heart to break in the process.
charles knew that he was going in emotional distress and that his heart was going to shatter when she agreed to marry logan. charles was going to witness it and in a way, he had to just so he knew that his chance was finally over with her and maybe he would be able to move on from the unattainable but as she swept down the aisle looking angelic in her white dress, his heartstrings were tug and his fingers were twitching at his side. he even had to blink away from a few tears that formed at the brim from the all around beauty that was descending the carpeted asile and she was not heading in his direction. glancing at logan, he caught a sideswept glare which threatened him with no words and charles averted his eyes, returning back to stare at tahlia as she made the final few steps to the altar and the exchange from father to husband to be was completed. sucking in a deep breath, charles slowly turned his body along with the two other groomsmen and logan himself, facing tahlia and watching her beautiful face produce a large smile in the direction of logan. glancing at the ground, his hands dug into his pocket and his eyes fell to the floor to glance at his shuffling feet, the itch to say something growing larger and larger with every passing second. it took one glance at tahlia’s face, the final glance that he was going to give her through his ceremony but unable to stop the temptation to just get one more look at her, and he could see the cloud of doubt. that single spark in her eyes while looking to her husband to be was enough for logan’s face to slowly contort into anger and for charles to literally take a step forward and object to the marriage. he heard his name and he shook his head, glancing out the audience who had mixed reactions to the objection, ”I’m sorry…” |
[/b], he then turned to look at tahlia, ”I lied back there…”[/b] which was something appalling in his mind, ”he doesn’t deserve you tahlia, he won’t…love you, or cherish you like another. he wants you as a prize, not as a wife to hold when you are sad or wipe away your tears. this was nothing but a competition and he thinks he has won..”[/b], charles finally taking the daring move to flit his gaze to the enraged male, ”but it’s not over yet.”[/b]. the left hook hit his face faster than charles could register it even swinging, holding his nose with a groan and stumbling back. the scream of tahlia caught his attention and he shook his head, wiping the dripping blood and reached for the male, tapping him on the shoulder as logan turned back to tahlia to continue the ceremony, ”I’ve wanted to do this for so long..”[/b] he mumbled. the anger that charles had built up came in the form of his punch, directed for the male’s cheek and nose, listening to the crunch of the bone and then yelping as his own hand felt like it had collided with a brick wall. cursing out loud, gasps being heard from thhe avid church goers, he cradled his hand with an attempt to soothe the intense pain. catching sight of the bruised knuckles that were already forming, charles took a step closer to tahlia only to be pushed back by one of the other groomsman, wincing as he stumbled a few steps back while being taken by a blindsided hit. logan’s body collided with his own and charles was at a loss of what to do, fighting in church seemed as though it was frowned upon by any religious person and though charles was not a religious person, he could see no means to fight on the holy ground. covering his face, he could hear logan yelling at him to defend himself but charles took no effort to throw another punch and instead, worked to protect his face from the angry fists that were flying. wincing as he got hit a few times, his feet were used to project logan off his body and into the pews of the church which had been abandoned by some of the family members. rising to his feet, charles wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth where he had been hit and touched his split lip, ”tahlia…”[/b], he mumbled, thinking of her safety more-so than his own and not wanting her to be caught in a crossfire, ”go back to the change room…unless…this is what you truly want.”[/b] because like always, charles would be there to support tahlia, even if he did not approve himself. as long as that smile was forever plastered to her face, even as she made stupid choices, charles supported her because that smile was all he cared about when it came to tahlia’s life and her choices, as long as she was happy, so was he.[/div][/center][/td][/tr][/table][/center] THIS POST IS THE AMAZING AND SEXY SASS WITH HER CHARACTER, TAHLIA [/COLOR]. THIS POST TURNED OUT TO BE 1219[/B] WORDS. MUSE METER IS FULL[/B] AND CHARLES IS WEARING WHATS DESCRIBED IN POST. ANYTHING TO BE SAID ABOUT THIS POST IS BATTLE ROYAL STYLE XD.[/B][/div][/center]
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