What the hell! [Salvatore/Red]

[somme]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=vAlign,bottom][style=font-family:impact; color:#c65934; font-size:20px; text-align:right; margin-bottom:-18px; line-height:25px;]tell me remind me it's time to change [/style] [style=madebyred; margin-bottom:15px; margin-left:20px; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/nSfqZ.png); width:100px; height:100px; -webkit-border-radius: 10px; -moz-border-radius: 11px; border-radius: 10px;] [/style]

[style=width:270px; text-align:justify; padding:5 10 5 10px; madebyred; font:11px arial; border-top:solid #c65934 7px; border-right:solid #c65934 7px; border-bottom:solid #c65934 7px; -webkit-border-radius: 15px; -moz-border-radius: 15px; border-radius: 15px; madebyred;]"NOT AT ALL," he said, keeping his cool and excitement under control. serpents laid in wait until their prey were whittled and restless, before they sprung. what he needed to do now was to reassure the pendragon that everything went as they should. "holding your alcohol comes with age, in my opinion," said salvatore, sipping a little of his wine. the trick was to keep himself paced, instead of gulping it down greedily. not only would one be unable to savour the faint scents embedded in each pearl of wine, they would also get themselves drunk in a matter of moments. of course, he kept that fact to himself, humming while pouring more wine into lily's crystal glass. "i will see that you return home safely," he added, as if to reassure her that his intents were neither malicious nor sly. "that is, if you get drunk, but i do think that the pendragons can hold their own." his blood sent itself rolling hotly through his veins at the mention of the name. [/style]

[Lily]

[atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][STYLE=background-color: #302B2B; border: 5px solid #883A48; width: 400px; border-radius: 50px 75px 0px 50px; -moz-border-radius: 50px 75px 0px 50px; margin: 35px 0px 0px 50px;] [STYLE=float: left; background: url(http://i305.photobucket.com/albums/nn224/OppositesAttracts/Icons/11-1.png); width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 5px solid #883A48; border-radius: 20px 20px 0px 20px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 0px 20px; margin: -25px 0px 0px -25px;] [/style] [STYLE=color: #A05668; font-family: georgia; font-size: 32px; font-style: none; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: -3px; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: left; line-height: 24px; margin: 10px 0px 0px 85px; border-bottom: 1px dotted #A05668; width: 290px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 5px;] TAKE ME, I'M ALIVE [/style] [STYLE=background-color: #464040; width: 260px; height: 40px; padding: 5px 5px 5px 30px; margin: 0px 0px 0px 85px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; line-height: 8px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; color: #9E9797;] i never was a girl with a wicked mind, but everything looks better when the sun goes down, i had everything, opportunities for eternity, and i could belong to the night. eyes, your eyes, i can see in your eyes, your eyes. you make me wanna die, i'll never be good enough. [/style] [STYLE=margin: 0px 20px 0px 20px; width: 360px;] [STYLE=margin: -10px 0px 0px 0px; width: 180px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #A05668; text-align: left;]tagged,[/style] [STYLE=margin: -4px 0px 0px 0px; background-color: #464040; width: 160px; padding: 5px 10px 5px 10px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; line-height: 10px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #9E9797; text-align: justify;]Red/Salvatore[/style] [STYLE=margin: -34px 0px 0px 180px; width: 180px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #A05668; text-align: left;]words,[/style] [STYLE=margin: -4px 0px 0px 180px; background-color: #464040; width: 160px; padding: 5px 10px 5px 10px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; line-height: 10px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #9E9797; text-align: justify;]####[/style] [STYLE=margin: -26px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #A05668; text-align: left;]in character,[/style] [STYLE=margin: -4px 0px 0px 0px; background-color: #464040; padding: 10px; height: 300px; overflow: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9.5px; color: #9E9797; text-align: justify;]Not at all? The warmth in her belly is spreading, but Lily felt a certain obliged feeling to trust this man in front of her. He made her feel comfortable despite their rough beginnings, so that must mean a certain kindness, right? Or is that the wine talking in her head? "I hope so," Lily blinked, "I would love to be able to hold on to my alcohol when I get older." She took another sip. The scent might not be powerful, but somehow, it felt more powerful now, like all her sense had been heightened or something, yet dulled in other senses. She graciously allowed Salv to pour more wine into her glass. The movement of the liquid seems oddly interesting, and so very mesmerizing. She stared at it longer than necessary. "Thank you," she laughed, hiccuped, "But if this is not too strong, I think I can get home just fine." Her mind whirled to the days when her brother would take care of her, not because she was drunk, but because she's hurt. Being coddled on, worried on, is something that Lily both hated and missed, and there was an odd sense of belonging in that act. "I think the Pendragons can hold on pretty well, maybe it's just me," she said it almost dourly, "My brother can do it. My father can do it. I think it's really just me." Why is she spilling this out again? It seems like a fine idea. She could feel tears at the corner of her eyes, just thinking about her brother. Where is he now? Why did he just go and leave her all alone? Another sip (or was that an accidental gulp?) and Lily rested her cheek against her palm almost heavily. The alcohol is working, it seems, her eyes felt heavy, her only one sight looks blurry, and her emotions are rolling again and around her head. [/style] [STYLE=margin: -26px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #A05668; text-align: left;]notes,[/style] [STYLE=margin: -4px 0px 0px 0px; background-color: #464040; padding: 10px; height: 30px; overflow: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #9E9797; text-align: justify;] lyrics from the pretty reckless's make me wanna die.[/style] [/style] [/style] [STYLE=margin: -10px 10px 0px 0px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; font-weight: bold; text-align: right;] template by DARKEE of BTN.[/style]

[somme]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=vAlign,bottom][style=font-family:impact; color:#c65934; font-size:20px; text-align:right; margin-bottom:-18px; line-height:25px;]tell me remind me it's time to change [/style] [style=madebyred; margin-bottom:15px; margin-left:20px; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/nSfqZ.png); width:100px; height:100px; -webkit-border-radius: 10px; -moz-border-radius: 11px; border-radius: 10px;] [/style]

[style=width:270px; text-align:justify; padding:5 10 5 10px; madebyred; font:11px arial; border-top:solid #c65934 7px; border-right:solid #c65934 7px; border-bottom:solid #c65934 7px; -webkit-border-radius: 15px; -moz-border-radius: 15px; border-radius: 15px; madebyred;]THE ONLY THING THAT EVER SEPARATED dragons from serpents was the fact that most dragons could fly, and those that could not, were a dash more vicious and lethal than their slithering counterparts. lily, sitting before salvatore, fell into the latter category. he had no doubt that she had the ability to bite off someone's head given ample opportunity, yet at the same time, he was completely interested in knowing whether she would ever get wings and fly. so he waited in the deep damp darkness, letting the cool ambient temperature seep into his skin, lying low, waiting, like a serpent. serpents knew they could never fly; they rarely harboured such foolish ambitions and were, as their physical state, fully grounded in reality. "are you sure?" the right tone of concern slipped salvatore's tongue, and he tried to appear as if his concern surprised even himself. he doubted that he did a good job, but he hoped that the tipsy pendragon would fail to notice it. the beginning of a smile accented his face. "haha, as i have said, lily, you'll grow into it. you're a fine young lady, and one day, you will be able to hold it against the best of them. "patience is a virtue." the last quartet of words seemed to be cautioning even to himself. yes, he had been rather forward in his advances. he restrained himself, the wine bottle tightly gripped in his hand under the guise of restraining himself against consuming more of the liquor. [/style]

[Lily]

[atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][STYLE=background-color: #302B2B; border: 5px solid #883A48; width: 400px; border-radius: 50px 75px 0px 50px; -moz-border-radius: 50px 75px 0px 50px; margin: 35px 0px 0px 50px;] [STYLE=float: left; background: url(http://i305.photobucket.com/albums/nn224/OppositesAttracts/Icons/Pandora-Hearts-014.png); width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 5px solid #883A48; border-radius: 20px 20px 0px 20px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 0px 20px; margin: -25px 0px 0px -25px;] [/style] [STYLE=color: #A05668; font-family: georgia; font-size: 32px; font-style: none; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: -3px; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: left; line-height: 24px; margin: 10px 0px 0px 85px; border-bottom: 1px dotted #A05668; width: 290px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 5px;] TAKE ME, I'M ALIVE [/style] [STYLE=background-color: #464040; width: 260px; height: 40px; padding: 5px 5px 5px 30px; margin: 0px 0px 0px 85px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; line-height: 8px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; color: #9E9797;] i never was a girl with a wicked mind, but everything looks better when the sun goes down, i had everything, opportunities for eternity, and i could belong to the night. eyes, your eyes, i can see in your eyes, your eyes. you make me wanna die, i'll never be good enough. [/style] [STYLE=margin: 0px 20px 0px 20px; width: 360px;] [STYLE=margin: -10px 0px 0px 0px; width: 180px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #A05668; text-align: left;]tagged,[/style] [STYLE=margin: -4px 0px 0px 0px; background-color: #464040; width: 160px; padding: 5px 10px 5px 10px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; line-height: 10px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #9E9797; text-align: justify;]Red/Salvatore[/style] [STYLE=margin: -34px 0px 0px 180px; width: 180px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #A05668; text-align: left;]words,[/style] [STYLE=margin: -4px 0px 0px 180px; background-color: #464040; width: 160px; padding: 5px 10px 5px 10px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; line-height: 10px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #9E9797; text-align: justify;]####[/style] [STYLE=margin: -26px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #A05668; text-align: left;]in character,[/style] [STYLE=margin: -4px 0px 0px 0px; background-color: #464040; padding: 10px; height: 300px; overflow: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9.5px; color: #9E9797; text-align: justify;]Lily blinked again. There was that haziness in her eye, her other one can't see anything anyway, so doesn't that means it's more important to get her one eyesight back and not so blur? "I think I'm suuure," her words begin to slur, but she hardly noticed it, like how she hardly noticed much anymore. She hardly heard anything else, really. Everything is so tiring, so dark, and it felt so good just to sleep. Her cheek slipped from her palm as her arms fell downwards on the table with no more than little elegance, but that hardly matters to the woman now. Lily could feel her mind giving out. "I'm sorry," she murmured, and she can't even recognized what she's being sorry about, now. Her brother, her family, her inability to hold wine, everything she had done or what? It doesn't matter. The Pendragon eventually slipped off to sleep. [/style] [STYLE=margin: -26px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #A05668; text-align: left;]notes,[/style] [STYLE=margin: -4px 0px 0px 0px; background-color: #464040; padding: 10px; height: 30px; overflow: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #9E9797; text-align: justify;] lyrics from the pretty reckless's make me wanna die.[/style] [/style] [/style] [STYLE=margin: -10px 10px 0px 0px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; font-weight: bold; text-align: right;] template by DARKEE of BTN.[/style]

[somme]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=vAlign,bottom][style=font-family:impact; color:#c65934; font-size:20px; text-align:right; margin-bottom:-18px; line-height:25px;]tell me remind me it's time to change [/style] [style=madebyred; margin-bottom:15px; margin-left:20px; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/nSfqZ.png); width:100px; height:100px; -webkit-border-radius: 10px; -moz-border-radius: 11px; border-radius: 10px;] [/style]

[style=width:270px; text-align:justify; padding:5 10 5 10px; madebyred; font:11px arial; border-top:solid #c65934 7px; border-right:solid #c65934 7px; border-bottom:solid #c65934 7px; -webkit-border-radius: 15px; -moz-border-radius: 15px; border-radius: 15px; madebyred;]NOW, THE UNMISTAKABLE SLUR of being drunk had started to slip into lily's words. he had to resist, to conquer, the urge rising within him and the steadily growing smile as his draconic friend fell victim to drowsiness. his glass swirled his wine, fingers gripping the stem of the crystal lightly and daintily. it was, no doubt, the wrong way to handle a wineglass, but a sommelier was allowed his moments of disrespect towards the holy beverage. not every day did a dragon fall into the lair of a serpent. he whispered under his breath a few words in the sacred tongue of serpents, and leaned over to the female. "lily?" he said, quietly, the smile long since gone from his visage, "is something wrong?" deep inside, he knew nothing was. wine made everything better; as one of his customers had once put it, the moment when everything slipped from reality into a hazy blur between consciousness and unconsciousness was one of the better feelings in life. salvatore had not tried, for a sommelier was always in control of his wine, but believed it nonetheless. after all, the scene was unfolding before him. he gently pried the wineglass from lily's hands, sliding it back over the counter and to him. he took both glasses of wine, then to the sinks behind him to wash. as soon as he set the glasses down - clink, clink - he turned around, watching her for a moment. the way her hair framed her face - - what was he thinking? salvatore's eyes narrowed, turning back to rinse the glasses under the cool, pure water. he exhaled, but soon realized that crystal glasses rarely emitted such rough sounds as the one he had heard before. the chime between crystal and crystal was a much smoother sound, relaxing, classy, unlike the metal on metal he had heard. the man turned around, noticing two guards by the door, while one had a red laser pointer focused on his chest. silence descended upon the audience - a sleeping dragon, and a hunter, caught in the headlights like a deerling. his intake of breath was sharp and hurried. just who had - "sir, we found him. we will now take him back to the villa." the laser pointer flickered, and so did salvatore's vision. notes end thread. assuming lily's unaware of everything. [/style]