So, Nia half Dared me

Riiight, so I blame this on Nia completely - though I'm exceptionally proud of myself ATM. She thought someone should try writting down all the thread titles that were currently on the homepage, and attempt to use at least ten in a post.

I got bored, tried it, and used 15. This is the random mess - that actually makes sense I think - that I created

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It was an inconvenient truth that Faye had to face; she didn't want to, but the fact of the matter was, someone had to. Roman wasn't hers, not really. Sure they were trying to make it work, pretend that they were still able to stay together, but the plans that they made, they were nothing more than that - hope. They were the hope of light in the dark. A pretty thought, enough to sustain them for now, but the problem was how long would 'for now' be?

Maybe it would be smarter to continue going forward, to keep order as it is and not try to play with what fate more than they already had. Faye already felt as if she had dabbled in magic that she should not have. By all means she shouldn't be alive now, she felt like Lady Lazarus, as if she were risen from a grave she was mean to be in. Playing with fate was like playing with a loaded gun - and once that gun went of Faye of fearful of what would be left remaining.

Then again, she simply could not bring up these fears to Roman. The thought of leaving him was too painful. Last time they had discussed anything of the type, they had wandered the halls, avoiding each other like they were strangers. If anything happened to their relationship... she didn't know how to let go, not really. The secret to moving on was a mystery to her. A mystery that to be honest she did not with to find out.

What if I change the world? That random thought sent the girl laughing to herself. As if a little thing like her could do anything about the way things were. She had already tried to change her life by abandoning her family, and how well had that gone? No silly little thoughts were fantasies, as mythical as wishing to play about the castles of Fyrier.

No there was nothing to be done about this except either face the truth, or continue to ignore it. Little Faye was tired of always being the first to give and the first to ask. She felt as if she had sacrificed everything in her life. What had anyone given up for her? No, this time if obliviousness was what was required to let her keep something. She was going to do that.

So, there she sat, at a table, watching the world go by, keeping her secrets so tight she felt like she was sleeping with a gun but that was the life she was choosing to lead.

And being so wrapped up in her own thoughts, these own moral problems, she hardly noticed as another person came by, she didn't notice anybody else in the room at all.

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Spoiler:

WOAH, niiiiice job, Jill!

That was awesome.

This, is awesome

Casey walked into the restaurant, Defiance in her very walk. It was Nine in the Afternoon, but they had The Best Food so Let Them Stare. She was in the mood for Chocolate, Chocolate, Chocolate, but there was none Remaining. She felt like a Loaded Gun at the news.

Casey suddenly spotted a girl who looked like she was in the need of some Sisterly Bonding Time. Going Forward, she thought she might not be welcomed by the girl. It's Just... Someone Had To.

"Hey," Casey said. "Can I sit here? I know it Sure As Hell Ain't Normal, but you look like you need the company." She liked helping people and was now in an Empire State of Mind. Back in Business, she thought. Even if we're Strangers.




Yeah, yeah, so it's dorky I used 15.

Threads:
Le Jazz Hott
The Best Food
Let Them Stare
Is There A Cure
Nine in the Afternoon
Perks of the Job
Old Bonds
Empire State of Mind
Chocolate, Cocolate, Chocolate
Overprotection
The Secret to Moving On
Remaining
Sleeping With a Gun
Always Sing in Strobe Lights
Strangers
Sisterly Bonding Time
What If I Change the World
Sure As Hell Ain't Normal
Loaded Gun
Going Forward
Order
Music of the Night
Back in Business
Castle of Fyrien
An Inconvinient Truth
Someone Had To
Cat Cradles
Her Savior and Regret
Long Gone Champion
Werewolf in London Montgomery
It's Just
Wide Awake With a Long Time Phobia
Our Song (Salvanna)
Defiance
Hardly Anything Left for You to See
You Can't Stop the Beat

God, your posts are terrific. Mine sucks, and I only did 12:

Tshering wrinkled her nose. "Ew," she muttered, "thinking about second year is like sleeping with a gun." She'd never thought that she would again have a dream of a time gone by, when things seemed so much happier. Had her life attained the happiness she had back then, there would have been room for serendipity, or sisterly bonding. Some part of her, however, didn't like the arranged life that would have happened. "It's so hard to say goodbye to yesterday," muttered the Ravenclaw, though she had uttered that hastily. She'd always pondered upon the secret to moving on, "If yesterday was, say... two years ago."

The lonely silence haunted the Ravenclaw, and she parted her lips. Thank Merlin Frances chose to spoke first, or the silence would have covered her like a snowstorm. "No matter what you will do I will be there for you," Tshering replied, "even if it is scaring firsties away with a crack of a whip." If Tshering had to be frank with herself, Eye's return to the castle of Fyrien was her saviour and regret. They were strangers. They were sisters.

"Okay," she breathed, shuffling herself slightly away from the Slytherin, eyes scrunched up for the mental torture that was to come, "I know overprotection is not a trait of mine... but... what happened to you? Why did you leave? What have you got? Is there a cure?"