Lost in the beat of time -- Jon.

[DYLAN.]

xx. Her eyes followed the ground as she walked, her hands stuffed in her pockets. Her chest ached for her favorite person in this world and yet she knew that that would never be acceptable again. did i bring this onto us? Did I deserve this? she sighed softly, realizing that after everything she has ever done she probably more than deserved this. But why did he do this with a girl who didn't have much to compare to herself? She could compare Shaya. She was much more laid back, a pretty little thing that got bitchy and had her times for it, but other than that she had never considered being less than her. With a painful sigh, once again, she sank to the ground, not caring about the mud around her or the pain that was there. After she was on the ground she simply dropped to her knees and continued to cry her pretty brown eyes out.

xx. Her heart hurt more than anything else, feeling completely betrayed. She wrapped her arms around her knees and stared into the forest, hoping and praying that she could just die. She had wanted to be with Jon today. But now that this had happened, that was the farthest thing from her mind. jon, why did you do this. i loved you... i still do... Dylan's tears were stained down her face and on the knees of her jeans that rolled down and settled there. She was dressed down, in an old pair of jeans and a black sweater. Her hair was pulled back in a pony tie and her feet were covered in a pair of boots, ones that she had invested in after having falling in the mud. Her tears still made her eyes twinkle that bright color and she sighed sadly. Her heart hurt and her chest ached. She wanted nothing more than to be happy and with her Jonathan but after awhile she could tell, easily, that it would never happen.

xx. She carefully brushed her hair away from her face and for a few moments managed to stop crying. But then the empty feelings of dispair started again and the tears rolled. She slowly pushed herself off the ground and slowly tread into the forest. She was ready to wander through here alone and without a guide. She was hoping to get lost, hoping that her knight in shining armor would return and everything would be back to the way it was before. But with a painful sigh she knew that it never would be the same. Dylan carefully gripped the branches of the trees as she walked, her eyes glittering sadly as she continued to move forward. he chose her, not me. he was only with me for as long as he was because he liked the way I looked. he didn't love me. he never loved me.

CHARACTER DY-DY !
TAGGED JON !
WORDS 483 !
OUTFIT Jeans, Black Sweater, Hiking boots !
NOTES SO SAD. D: !
LYRICS Over it - Katharine Mcphee !
CREDIT DANNI MADE THIS !

[kiera]

Jonathan had never made so much noise in his life. He was sprinting through the trees, crashing through the woods. He stumbled and faltered as he caught his foot on fallen branches and forced his way through pricker bushes. He was panting heavily, his clothes were torn and muddy, his hair was dissheveled and had bits of debris sticking out of it and he was bleeding from a few cuts on his arms and one on his cheek. He didn't care though. None of that mattered. His eyes were wild and desperate, he was chasing Dylan. He was chasing more than a girl or a friend, he was chasing the one person in his life who mattered more to him than the air he breathed. She was everything, and he wouldn't lose her without fighting to the death. His heart raced with renewed determination. She had to be here somewhere. The urge to shift and use his predatory senses to track her down was hard to supress. He didn't want to scare her, he had done enough damage already. He was flooded with a mixture of guilt, sorrow, regret and cold fury. Shaya, I swear I will destroy you.

It was her fault this had happened. She had found him, gotten him drunk, then seduced him. He had slept with her, that was his fault. He shouldn't have been drunk and should have known not to trust Shaya. He hadn't slept with her out of love. He could never love her. He had missed Dylan and his drunken mind had filled in the rest. A hiss escaped through his clenched teeth and he increased his speed. He swiped blindly at branches as they got in his way. I'm coming Dylan, to make things right again. They would be right again. They had to be. He had gone to search for her, eventually realizing her car was gone. If she wasn't shopping - he doubted she would be at a time like this - he knew she would be in the forest. It was where they had truly met, and been the happiest. Dylan wasn't a person meant for the forests, and yet she came. He knew she would be here, she had to be. He knew her better than he knew himself.

The muted sound of strangled sobs reached his ears. He pressed on. It was Dylan, he knew it. He also knew that this time, unlike before, she was crying because of him. It was his fault and he had caused her pain. He couldn't bear it, feeling as if his heart was ripping. The press of a sturdy velvet box in his pocket spurred him onwards. He had to make her better. He had promised he would never drop her, but he had broken his promise. He had to make it better, he had to. She was everything, she always had been and always would be. He crashed through the last bushes, emerging into the small clearing that held Dylan. The sight of her kneeling and sobbing in the mud tore at him and his eyes widened in horror. It's all my fault...

He stood, panting. He was hesitant to approach her, though he knew she would know it was him. His hair was a mess and his cheeks were streaked with mud mixed with blood. He was wearing a t-shirt and jeans and sneakers. The jeans were mudied and had small tears. His forearms were cut with the branches that had whipped him as he tore through the forest. He looked awful, as if he had been attacked. He didnt feel or notice any of it. All that mattered was Dylan. Jonathan hadn't cried since his adoptive parents had found him, but tears threatened to spill now. He took a step forward, speaking in a strangled voice.

"Dylan. Please. Just let me..I need to talk to you. Please Dylan. Please." His pleas sounded pathetic in his own ears. Dylan knew him. She knew that he didnt plead with anyone. He would never lower himself. He lowered himself now, falling to his knees in the dirt. He was exhausted and bleeding, but his attentions and gaze were focused on Dylan. Everything, was Dylan. He would tell her everything, if she would let him. His scar. His memory loss. His shifter form. Even the ring in his pocket.

WORDS! 900
STATUS! Complete
TAGS! Dylan
NOTES! Heart is breaking...
INSPIRATION! The Killers
CREDITS! Template Byarro @ Caution!
Pic By
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LYRICS! Mr Brightside by The Killers

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[DYLAN.]

xx. She sat on the ground, tears in her eyes. She carefully wiped them away as a crashing sound came from the forest. But she was almost certain she knew who it was and she could feel her broken heart growing hollow and harder than before. Her eyes danced with the pain that was there and she couldn't help but look away as he entered the clearing. It hurt to know he was there but at the same time it made her rethink her judgments. Dylan was focused on something else, on how much it hurt to be sitting here in his presence and feel bad for him, to almost feel sorry for him. She wanted to accept anything and everything he said but it wasn't going to happen. Dylan had been raised to be stronger than that. why? so you can get close enough to hurt me again? there was pain in her cold eyes as she watched him before her.

xx. Her heart hurt and she couldn't help but move it away from her conscious mind. Her eyes danced with tears as she slowly sighed and stretched her limbs. i guess i deserved this. somehow. i should have known you didn't care. she said harshly, her eyes narrowed with the tears that still threatened to fall from her eyes. It didn't matter if it hurt anymore. She was more than ready to hate him. She could have in front of him, but when she was all on her own she would cry over him, over the pain he caused and over the love that she still had for him. her eyes showed the pain inside of her but she refused to let itbe seen long enough to prove that her words weren't true. you didn't love me. why should i pretend i love you? her eyes danced with pain as she looked downward and sighed sadly. But she wouldn't let him back in. not without a good reason and one hell of a fight.

xx. dylan looked almost exactly the same as when they had met, and she knew it. she didn't care. she wouldn't let it happen like last time. she would put up a fight before anything else and pray that he would be able to prove he did and that she could open herself up to him. She wanted to... more than anything. She wanted to love him like before. She wanted to be in his arms for as long as possibl.e and just be happy. But it wouldn't happen. Her eyes danced with pain and she looked down with tears in her eyes. why did you even bother coming here? wasn't last night enough? or did she send you here to rub it in my face too?

CHARACTER DY-DY !
TAGGED JON !
WORDS 473 !
OUTFIT Jeans, Black Sweater, Hiking boots !
NOTES SHE IS SO DEPRESSED AND D: !
LYRICS Over it - Katharine Mcphee !
CREDIT DANNI MADE THIS !

[kiera]

Jonathan felt like Dylan was throwing knives at him. He didn't even try to dodge them. He just stood, silent and unmoving as each blad dug deep into his skin. He was bleeding, both literally and figuritively. He felt like every hope, dream and joy he had ever had was being smashed and torn to pieces. The worst part, was that he knew he deserved it. He winced at her words, not even trying to deny her words. Everything she said was true. He had destroyed her, he didn't deserve her love. He didn't deserve her presence or her beauty or even the tinkling musical sound of her voice. He deserved to die. He had never felt such a fierce self loathing as this. He had never even contemplated ending his own life. He realized now, that Dylan was his life. If he lost her, he lost his will. It was somehow satisfying to him to list the various ways he could do it. Would she ever be convinced he had loved her? He still loved her? He didnt know, but it was worth his death if she would only know.

"Why did you even bother coming here? Wasn't last night enough? Or did she send you here to rub it in my face too?" Jonathan's mouth dropped in revulsion and horror. Unwanted memories of last night flooded into his mind and he shook his head, trying to burn them away. His breath caught and he found himself shouting. "NO! It wasn't like that, Dylan it wasnt like that!" He drew in a breath, calming himself. He was breathing hard and he couldn't tear his eyes away from her. He was slumped in defeat. Something cold hit his cheek and he realized raindrops had begun to fall. He didn't care. Soon it was falling gently around them, soaking into his clothing. He still didn't care. He shook his head.

"I don't deserve your love, your time or your forgiveness. That won't stop me from begging for it. All I want is the chance to tell you the truth, Dylan. Every single truth I've held back. I want you to know that every word is honest. Please. Give me five minutes. Only five. I'm not asking you to take me back, or even to tolerate me. Just give me five minutes to tell you ever truth I possess, so I can watch your life from the sidelines and know I never held anything back from you." His voice was defeated, utterly hopeless. He was dying and it was evident. He was dying for her, for what he had done for her. His face was solemn, desperate. Without another word, he reached down and tore his shirt off over his head. Cuts that had stopped bleeding were reopened. He dropped his t-shirt in the mud and slowly stood to his feet. He didn't cross his arms over his chest, didn't hide anything. He was praying that maybe the shock of the jagged raised diagonal scar spanning across his entire chest would prove intersting enough to pique Dylan's curiosity into giving him his five minutes.

WORDS! 700
STATUS! Complete
TAGS! Dylan
NOTES! I hope this works
INSPIRATION! The Killers
CREDITS! Template Byarro @ Caution!
Pic By
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LYRICS! Mr Brightside by The Killers

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xx. Her eyes were focused on him as the coldness of her eyes were fully visible. There was pain there too, and ultimate sadness. But mostly, the emotion that shown in her eyes was defeat. She felt defeated, completely unloved, completely hated, and for once; not like herself. Her heart was aching more than it had when she found out she was pregnant for her first time. She had been scared, hurt, and completely terrified. Her eyes were focused on the ground as she slowly raised her gaze to him. She had heard the sound of his fabric hitting the ground with a soft sound of a hushed thud. She slowly raised her eyes to look up at him directly and for once really looked at him. Her gaze was almost completely vunerable. Dylan felt bad for the pain he must have suffered and wanted to gather him in her arms and ask him what happened but at the same time there was an almost permanent barrier that she refused to allow her heart around.

xx. She had an urge to tell her secrets too, but knew that he would have never understood keeping them in the first place. Dylan sadly looked down again, brushing her hair away from her face as best and hid her face against her knees. When she looked up after a few moments her light brown eyes glistened with tears and a single one was half way down her face. She would give him one more chance. However long it took, it didn't matter how long it took to explain. She wanted this to work out and hoped that her mind had been playing tricks on her or that maybe, just maybe, it had been an accident. She had know idea who to be mad at and so she was currently in the state of hating both Shaya and Jon, her heart breaking from one of her considered friends sleeping with her boyfriend and at the same time, she knew all to well how that worked. Dylan was one of the popular kids that never had the friends they could really trust. She was just beginning to learn it from her lesson last time.

xx. Dylan was wearing old jeans and a black sweater, her fingers nearly completely hidden by the sleeves. Her legs stretched out as she slowly stood up. I will listen, but you have five minutes. If you can't give me a reason to stay, I am leaving. For good. She said with a painful glance in his direction. Her head was nearly spinning as she slowly pressed her palms into her temples and kneels over with her back side pressed against the tree, her elbows bent against her knees and she sighed painfully before wiping her tears away. Then she looked up again, her eyes watching him. Her back was pressed against the tree and she was gazed at him with her eyes half closed. She realized that if she could hold up the act just a little longer she could walk out anyway. She would give him the promised five minutes, but after that what happened to him didn't matter. She would take her daughter and she would leave New York, never to return and be out of his life. Dylan had become one of the best at walking out of someone's life. She had done it two times before and even though this time would literally kill her, she would be able to do it.

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( WORDS ) 581 ! ( OUTFIT ) Jeans, Black Sweater, Hiking boots ! ( NOTES ) YAY New Layout. ( TAGGED )Jon ( CHARACTERS ) Dy-Dy ! ( LISTENING TO ) Pain - Three Days Grace ! ( LYRICS ) Over It - Katharine McPhee ! ( CREDITS ) Dylan/Danni - Shedding Skin !

[kiera]

Jonathan sagged with relief and looked down at his feet for a moment. He had five minutes and he wasn't going to waste a single second. He looked back up and walked firmly towards where Dylan was bent against a tree. He wanted to pull her to him, give her every ounce of strength he had. But he couldn't. He stopped a few feet away. He just looked at her in silence for a moment before his jaws opened and everything began pouring out. He told her everything from the very beginning. About his foster parents finding him nearly dead. His months of recovery on the edge of life as a small eight year old boy. He explained about waking up, finding himself in a strange bed with a scar spanning across his chest, one that would never quite heal or go away. Most shocking of all, he explained about his loss of memories. He shifted his feet. "I never got those memories back, I still don't have them. That's also why I forget things quickly. Whatever happened left permanent damage. You used to get confused when you would ask me to do something and three minutes later I would ask what it was. I can't remember things well, I have to write them down or repeat them over and over again."

He continued his story, not letting her interrupt. He wasn't saying this to gain her pity or make her feel guilty. He wanted to give her the truth. He detailed how ever time he had begun to believe that he had done something terrible, something that resulted in the loss of his family and his memories. He didn't say anything about his twin sister, Kiera, because he didn't know about her. And Kiera didn't know her brother was alive. She believed her father had killed him. That wasn't a lie, that was simply something Jonathan didn't know. He took a few steps back as he prepared to tell her the last thing. He had finally revealed it, something he had never told anyone. He had revealed the scar, what happened, his own confusion, and now it was time for the grand finale. He breathed in deeply.

"I'm a shifter, Dylan. I never wanted you to fear me or hate me, so I never told you. I loved you too much to lose you over something like this. I decided I would rather never shift again, then lose you. But I'm telling you everything now, and this is everything." He looked at her, a long searching look. He drew a breath and closed his eyes as his skin melted away. In a few seconds, he had shifted completely before Dylan's eyes. A massive pitch black jaguar stood before her. His tail lashed nervously. He longed to approach her, to rub his head against her hand and convince her it was still him, but he was afraid. What if he had scared her? She needed to know. But what if she hated him? She needed to know. She deserved to know. Jonathan-jaguar watched Dylan, letting her soak in his other half before shifting back. Human Jonathan was crouched on the ground, muscles taught. He straightened slowly, brushing mud off of his hands. The rain had begun to really pound, but he hadn't noticed until then. His clothing was soaked through and raindrops rolled off of his bare chest.

"That's who I am, Dylan, and who I was willing to change for you. I slept with Shaya, and there's no way I can convince you of my self loathing. I can't use my drunkenness as an excuse, as much as I want to. I know what I did and I will never stop hating myself for it. But you deserved to know every truth and so I gave it to you, like I should have in the very beginning." She still hadn't said anything. He looked at his hands, pain and despair on his face. His voice was quiet and defeated. He almost crossed his arms over his chest reflexively, but wouldn't hide anything from Dylan. He passed his thumb over the jaggedly raised skin and winced. He shook his head, she had still said nothing. "And I guess my time is up." His voice cracked and he turned away. She had given him what he asked, and he promised to vanish from her life. He began to trudge back towards the woods, but stopped. He reached his hand into his pocket, wrapping his fingers around the perfect velvet box. His breath caught in his throat. He turned back around, drawing out the box. He reached out his hand and gently took her wrist. Like handling a porcelin doll, he opened Dylan's fingers and placed the box on her palm. He closed her fingers gently around the box once more. "This, Dylan, is what I had wanted us to be." He turned around, walking out of her life as he had promised her he would. He left his shirt in the mud, no longer caring. It was ruined anyways. His muscles tightened and he shifted, a black jaguar standing at the edge of the trees. He turned his green cat eyes back to Dylan, the pain still evident. He didn't make a sound, just turned and with a flick of a tail - gracefully vanished into the trees. Just like he promised.

I'm sorry I let you fall.

WORDS! 1110
STATUS! Complete
TAGS! Dylan
NOTES! I hope this works
INSPIRATION! The Killers
CREDITS! Template Byarro @ Caution!
Pic By
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LYRICS! Mr Brightside by The Killers

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&&. She listened to every word, wanting to hold him and assure him that no matter what she would love him. But when he shifted she stared, her heart clenching and squeezing in fear as she gasped and nearly fell backwards. Her eyes were bright and she wanted to cry more than anything else in this world. I can't believe this. She hissed through her teeth as she bent over and the tears poured again. Knowing he was a shifter was going to kill her and she knew it. Her eyes danced with fear and pain as she thought over her own past. But when he pressed the velvet box into her hand she broke down, sobs erupting from her and tears pouring down just as harshly as the rain. She didn't move to follow him for the first few moments, her head and her heart fighting over what to do and she instantly felt like she was going to get sick. But what she did, she wasn't sure why, but she wanted to talk to him. She needed to tell him her truth and her hidden secrets. She could accept him but she wasn't sure how he could accept her afterward. Jon! Jon please come back! Please... Dylan called after him, tears streaming down her face as she forced herself to stuff the box into her pocket and run after him. Her first instinct had been to drop it but she didn't know what was inside and she didn't want to lose it, whatever it was, in case she couldn't find him.

&&. The tears rolled down her face as she slowly stumbled out of the clearing and sank down into the mud after kneeling against the tree. The tears mixed with rain water and the mud that had been on her face when she tried to wipe her tears away. Her heart hurt as she stared after him, knowing the direction he had gone but had no clue to where he had truly gone. Dylan slowly shrank back into the background and wrapped her arms around her knees, hiding her face against her kneecaps and sobbing into them, hoping and praying that she would see him again. She wanted him back. She needed him here. There were so many things she hadn't told him or anyone else and she wanted him to be the only one to know her secrets. As the rain fell around her and onto her she just sat there, her face hidden against her legs. What have I done? I shouldn't have made him leave. I shouldn't have... Her eyes danced with pain as she stared down at the ground, her fingers playing in the mud and the plants. The cold wet feeling made her feel like the earth was finally adapting itself to her feelings and surroundings and it made her feel so much better. Well.. not enough where she could stop crying, but well enough that she felt like she had a chance of getting up and finding her car. She was beginning to realize he would never come back. She had made him leave and now she would probably never see it again.

&&. She slowly stood up, walking through the mud and between the trees, not sure where she was going but only knowing and hoping that she would get back to her car and go home. She wanted to take a shower and lay in bed for the rest of her life, hopefully even die there now that it felt like she had nothing left to live for. With a frustrated sigh, after only having found her way deeper into the forest, she sat down, not caring anymore. If Jon didn't come back she would only blame herself for him leaving in the first place. She hadn't wanted him to go forever and with the tears in her eyes she simply laid down in the mud, her head against her arms and her side pressed into the mud. She didn't care that she was laying in the mud and she didn't care that she was lost. Dylan wanted one thing and that one thing was Jon back. But if he didn't come then she would stay here and die. She didn't care. Dying didn't matter if Jon wasn't in her life. Dying was something she could give into if she couldn't have the love of her life in her life. Bye Jon. She whispered and closed her eyes, letting her tears roll down her face.

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( WORDS ) 753 ! ( OUTFIT ) Old jeans, Black Sweater, and Hiking Boots ! ( NOTES ) Poor Dy-Dy She is so sad Jon come back... <3 :] ! ( TAGGED ) Jon ! ( CHARACTERS ) Dy-Dy !
( LISTENING TO ) Pain - Three Days Grace !
( LYRICS ) Over It - Katharine McPhee !
( CREDITS ) Dylan/Danni - Shedding Skin !

[kiera]

Jonathan hadn't left. He couldn't leave her. He had promised to vanish from her life. That only meant that he wouldn't interefere, that she wouldn't see him. That didn't mean he wouldn't be there. He cringed inwardly as she cried out for him. He was only just beyond the trees, sitting silently watching her. He was battling with himself. He coulnd't break another promise to her, but she was crying for him. His claws unsheathed and tore at the dirt as he tried to wrap his mind around what he was supposed to do. The rain had soaked his glossy pelt and plastered it to him. Somehow, he still seemed massive, intimidating. The memory of Dylan's face when he shifted, it seared in Jonathan's mind. Did she really want him to come back? She had been horrified by him, by what he was. She had hissed, like she hated him. She deserved to hate him, but it didnt make the hatred any less painful for Jonathan.

Dylan was on the move. He watched her stand on unsteady feet, stuffing his box into her pocket. Jonathan recoiled with the pain. She hadn't even opened it. It meant nothing to her. He should have been furious but he wasn't. He felt numbed inside, like every knife of pain had done its job and he was dead. He was a soullles body going through the motions of life. He pictured his step mother's wedding ring, sitting in the soft cushioned velvet. It was her families prized possesion. A ring that had been handed down generation after generation. It was simple, yet beautiful. A simple golden band with a diamond on center. When one looked closely, tendrils of silver ivy wrapped around the gold band. His adoptive mother had given it to him, and he thought he would die with it. He had finally given it to someone, and it meant nothing to her. His insides twisted.

Jaguar-Jonathan stood on his paws, silently moving through the trees and following Dylan. She obviously had no idea where she was going. Her sobs were barely audible above the torrential downpour of the rain. Jonathan followed her, silently as she cried out to herself and finally collapsed. He still refused to show himself. He had promised. He stood at the edge of her trees, watching as her eyelids fluttered closed. Bye Jon... He barely caught her words. Jon. She was the only one who had ever gotten to give him a nickname. The only one he allowed. He was gripped by a sudden fierce fear, breaking through the numbness. She wasn't moving, wasn't even trying. Thunder crashed and Jonathan raised his eyes to the darkened sky. They were in a serious storm. Lightning flashed, illuminating the sky. Jonathan made a decision.

He shifted mid-stride, kneeling near Dylan. She was a mess, even worse than the first time he found her in a mud puddle. He felt for a pulse, thanking whatever god there was that she was alive. He put his arms under her gently, lifting her up. He held her close, sharing what little body warmth he had with her. With determined strides he carried her. His face was fierce, more of a snarl. His arms were tight around her. She had never opened the box. He said nothing. He would get her safe, and vanish. That was all. She had never opened the box.

She had never opened the box.

WORDS! 743
STATUS! Complete
TAGS! Dylan
NOTES! No opening the box?
INSPIRATION! The Killers
CREDITS! Template Byarro @ Caution!
Pic By
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LYRICS! Mr Brightside by The Killers

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&&. Her eyes fluttered open and sighed quietly in his arms. Her head was rested against her shoulder and she hardly saw him. She had seen his face once and found enough comfort but she didn't say anything. she couldn't. Her whole body ached and was covered in mud. She needed to tell him things, things she had told no one else and slowly shifted in his arms, hardly realizing she was there. The whole time she saw the box in her mind and wanted to open it. She hadn't, not because she was upset but because she wanted Jon to be there with her when she did it. She was so tired she hardly noticed she was there with him in his arms. She hardly noticed the way she was moving, slowly and carefully, back through the trees without being on her own feet. And yet she knew. Dylan knew it was him, her knight, carrying her back, just the way he did the first day they met. He had rescued her from the mud, again, and rescued her from herself. But now her heart hurt so badly she could hardly function. She wanted to reach out to him. To tell him what she needed to, but the only thing she could think of was the box. That small velvet box that he had pressed into her hand just a few moments before leaving her. Her small hand slipped into her pocket and withdrew the box. She could hardly feel it, she could hardly tell what she was doing but she still opened it.

xx. She had been right, she wasn't sure if it was good or bad that she was right but she slowly wrapped her arms around his neck, tears forming in her eyes as she slowly looked up at him. She saw that in his eyes he was upset and she didn't know why. She felt bad almost instantly and moved away, nearly falling out of his arms and demanded to be put down. i can do it on my own. please let me do this on my own. if you really need to leave don't help me. i am sorry for everything i said. i do love you. but i don't... i cant ... i'm sorry. she slipped out of his arms as best as she could, the tears flowing again. the secret she had to tell him would never make it that far. if he wasn't staying she couldn't... she wouldn't tell im. She had seen the ring and tears were still in her eyes. she had hoped jon would be the one. but now... after this... her eyes lowered to the ground after she stole a final gaze up to him. then the tears rolled down her face and she turned away. She knew that unless he would stay she couldn't tell him. Dylan couldn't live without him but if he wanted her to then she could. she would try. The tears rolled down her face as she looked up at him one more time, her brown eyes filled with bright tears as she nearly collapsed there in front of him. it's my turn to tell you my secrets. She sighed and turned away from him, walking a few feet before changing, shifting. She grew a few inches taller and her hair changed color. Her eyes were the same color too. She was now Keira . She had her hair, her eyes, her figure, and her voice. I am a shifter, a human shifter. I can shift into any human I am close to... She whispered, her eyes focused on the ground before the form melted away and she was herself again.

&&. Her eyes were filled with tears as she was focused on the ground now. But she wasn't done with her secrets. the next was one only her family knew. one that she had never wanted to tell anyone or wanted to tell him. She stood with her back to him again and carefully lifted her shirt. Her back was covered with scars that had become a faint white and pink scar tissue in comparison to her flesh and that was it. She sighed and slowly explained her secret, the one of her ex boyfriend who had been an animal shifter. a dingo and had been upset when she rejected him almost completely how he had attacked her and raped her. my youngest sibling, the one everyone thinks is my sibling, is actually my daughter. my family moved two times to hide my secret. she whispered and looked up to him carefully. She stared at the ground quietly, waiting for him to leave. She knew he had a right just as she walked away and cringed away from him when he shifted. Her eyes were filled with pain and she started to cry quietly. i am sorry. She whispered just loud enough for him to hear. she almost wanted to hand him back his ring and leave but she couldn't yet. She wanted to be with him and to be happy. She wanted to stay with him in his arms for the rest of her life and loved the idea the more she thought about it. her eyes danced with tears and she stared at the ground.

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[kiera]

Jonathan set her down wordlessly and moved away. He avoided making eye contact with her. He just couldn't do it. He stuck his hands in his sodden pockets, still determined not to hide his scar from her. It was a symbol of his lies and his sins, of why he deserved to die. He glanced at her hands, noticing the shine of something through the rain. His breath caught in his throat. The ring? His eyes darted to hers, hope glinting in his gaze. What did she think? Would she give it back? Would she reject him? Or have you, despite every impossible thing, found something in me to love? He shifted his feet, barely able to hear her words. His eyes darted between the open box in her palm and her own face. The words "shifter" and "sister" broke through. His face was impassable. He watched as Dylan vanished. When Kiera took her place, Jonathan almost recoiled. Not because of what Dylan was, but because of the sight of Kiera. He had never been so close to Kiera - or an image of her. Something was hauntingly familiar, but Jonathan couldn't place it. He yearned to know what it was, but refocused as Kiera vanished and Dylan was there once more. Jonathan watched her, her sadness. How could she be apologizing? He didnt understand, but it didn't matter. His voice was soft, cautious.

"I once promised that I would never let you fall. I broke that promise Dylan and nothing I do will make that change." He moved towards her, his hands moving to grasp her forearms. He moved his hand to tilt her gaze to meet his own. His hands were somehow soft. Thunder crashed and lightning lit the sky. He waited. "You should never apologize, you will never need my forgiveness. It's been yours since we met and I'll never take it back. I don't care whose face you wear, I still see my Dylan." He pulled her close, tightning his arms around her and pressing his face into her wet hair. She smelled of hope and new chances. His thumb caressed her back and he wondered belatedly if the feeling of his jagged raised skin on his chest would scare her. He flinched slightly. He never wanted her to fear him. "You opened the box, Dylan. It isn't a joke. It isn't false. If you want me, if you've found something in me worth loving, you can have it. I'll be a father to your daughter-" His voice broke off and he took a deep breath, stepping away from her. He reached out, gently taking the box from her hand.

In the pouring rain, bloody and covered in mud, with thunder and lightning crashing overhead, Jonathan Willis knelt down on one knee in front of Dylan Mazani. "I didn't think I would be doing this so soon..." he cleared his throat and took her hand in one of his. With the othe, he held the velvet box and shining diamond ring in his palm. "Dylan Mazani, I would promise to be the father of your daughter and any other children we had, your loyal husband, friend, I can even fill the position of family cat." He smiled at his feeble attempt at a joke over his shifter form. He took a deep breath. "Will you marry me?"

WORDS! 755
STATUS! Complete
TAGS! Dylan
NOTES! No opening the box?
INSPIRATION! The Killers
CREDITS! Template Byarro @ Caution!
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LYRICS! Mr Brightside by The Killers

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[DYLAN.]

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&&. Her hands were curled around the velvet box gently as she watched him. When he spoke she knew that he loved her more than anything and that was all she needed. As he took the box she let it go and watched him with her bright brown eyes. But it wasn't until he spoke of his promises did she smile, really, truly smile. The tears fell, but they weren't bad this time and she nodded before hugging him as best as she could without getting into the mud any farther than she all ready was. Her hand touched his face softly as she watched him with the most gentle gaze she could conjure up and without crying again. She wiped her tears a little but didn't try very hard, knowing that all she would manage to do is get mud in her eye and possibly hurt herself by doing so. Dylan smiled softly and kissed him gently. yes jon, yes. she whispered with her forehead against his softly, her arms wrapped lightly around his neck as she looked up at him.

&&. The rain had continued to fall this whole time and for once she was happy. This moment was perfect, completely perfect and she wanted nothing more than to be with him for the rest of her life. It would have made her happy and it would have been the perfect life. At least in her eyes. Anyone else probably would have called them crazy because of how young they were and how soon it was, but it didn't matter. What they thought was what mattered and what they needed in their lives was what mattered. Not anyone or anything else. Her eyes sparkled as she watched him with her bright brown eyes, thinking and smiling softly. Dylan had never pictured this day turning out this way. Not now and not ever, but now that it had, she couldn't imagine it happening any other way. She carefully stretched her limbs and knelt down so she was almost level with him. But she didn't care that she was in the mud anymore. Her eyes twinkled as she watched him for a few moments. jon, i know i didn't have to say sorry for this, but i am anyway. it doesn't seem right that i shouldn't because... i hope, that if i would have just been there last night that it wouldn't have happened. i'm not sure if that's true but i hope it is. she whispered kindly and stretched her limbs. her chest hurt and she was beginning to realize that no matter how hard she tried, she wouldn't be able to get over it. but she could put it aside when it wasn't needed.

&&. Dylan knew that the pain would always be there, no matter how hard she tried to get rid of it, it would always be there. She could hope and pray that it would go away, but until then, there would always be the hidden pain. the pain that she wouldn't let him see but would save until she was alone. she looked down quietly, not caring if it hurt but knowing that she couldn't live without him. she wrapped her arms around his neck and held herself there as best as she could. It seemed perfect that he had done this here but at the same time she could tell that she wasn't entirely ready or able to forgive him. She just hoped that it would be gone before something serious happened. She was in love with him and she knew it. She just hoped that he would feel the same way and be able to put this past him. She knew that Shaya would be another story. Dylan wasn't ready to forgive her. She didn't even want to see her for fear that she would only be able to picture her Jon and Shaya together. and it hurt knowing that she would for awhile. But she prayed that it would stop after a period of time, not matter how long it took.

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( WORDS ) 677 ! ( OUTFIT ) Old Jeans, Black Sweater, and Hiking Boots ! ( NOTES ) They are so cute. I hope Shade and I start the whole Shaya and Dylan thread soon. I really like this post so YAYYYY ! ( TAGGED ) Jon ! ( CHARACTERS ) Dylan Mazani / Dy-Dy ! ( LISTENING TO ) Skyway Avenue - We The Kings ! ( LYRICS ) Over It - - - - Katharine McPhee ! ( CREDITS ) Dylan/Danni - Shedding Skin