;; a kiss could be deadly [cayden]

[aria carson chevalier]

[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]701 WORDS FOR CAYDEN/TARA first post with aria yay! DREAM [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]Worthless, that is how the beautiful young red haired girl felt. She had never felt so useless in her entire life. The twilight echoed around her, the sound of crickets and owls filled her ears. Never had she thought that something could happen to her, than had already taken place. Her name is Aria Chevalier; this young English girl had had a harder life than most people could even dream of. This young woman was born to a English Aristocrat and a Prostitute, not the first thing that she would want to tell someone. Aria has always known about the past employment of her mother, as well as the fact that her father would never be in her life. Or so she had thought, but that had all changed three years ago when her mother had died. Aria’s world had come tumbling down after that, she had only just turned fifteen when she was thrown into a completely different world than the one she had grown up in. The world of the rich people had never drawn her attention, she had always been happy with the little bits of money that she and her mother had had. Sadly now she was in the world of her father, and now that she looked like the mirror image of her mother her father felt that he could go for round two. And that was how her daughter was born. But she couldn’t even have her daughter anymore. Richard Chevalier thought that it would bring his daughter back to his bed if he told her that he would get rid of the child in one way or another. Trinity had was the only thing keeping her in that house. Without her daughter Aria knew that she would have nothing to live for. She didn’t think she could go on without her daughter. Trinity has been her world, the only thing that she felt she had done right in her life, she had had to fight for the right to keep her own daughter and she had thankfully won that battle, but now Richard was threatening to get rid of her himself. She prayed for some courage to stand up to him, for the ability to take her daughter and run. Trinity was all she had left to hold on to. Her daughter was the only thing that made her want to live. She felt the guilt of what had happened those two years ago. She felt like there was something she could have done those years ago, something else she should have done to avoid her father and what had happened. She felt dirty and undesirable, which shouldn't be the case considering it was her beauty that got her into this mess. It just wasn't fair, it seemed that every time Aria got something that made her happy it was taken away from her. No matter how much she tried to make herself happy it was ripped from beneath her and she was knocked on her ass. Thats why this beautiful young red head looked so down. She looked like she was ready for the chopping block, it didn't matter to anyone what was going on in this young girls head. She didn't have any friends that would care about her, she didn't have anyone that would be willing to listen. She was more alone than anyone could ever imagine. She was ready to die. Aria wrapped her arms around her knee's as she leaned back against an old willow tree and then closed her eyes and pictured her mother and her own daughter. Trinity would have loved her Grandmother, but she would never get to know her. Just like she would have to live without her mother. The sweet sounds of the animals around her where calming but she couldn't stop the tears as they slowly slipped down her cheeks. She hated feeling weak and helpless and more tears spilled down her bruised cheek bone as she angrily punched the ground and then yelped in pain as she pulled her hand back. "What am I supposed to do..?" Aria asked the wind though she knew it wouldn't answer her. [/style]

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[Cayden Thomas Murphy]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #335588 solid; border-bottom: 10px #335588 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 679 ( TAGGED ) aria ( WOLF FORM ) CLICKY Cayden was actually relaxed for once. It was just past the half moon, so he wasn't all jittery. He wasn't angry at anything, things had been going alright at school, even work this afternoon had been nearly pleasant. His life had been so much better since he'd left his childhood home where his father still resided. No more random beatings, no more insults, no more whiskey tumblers flying past his head. The only word he could think of to describe this new state of being was content. For the first time in a long time, Cayden was content, and he was enjoying it. That wasn't to say that he didn't still have some issues, but for now he could overlook those little things. He missed his mom terribly, but that was a constant and familiar ache that he would be lost without. His brother wasn't around much so Cayden missed him too, but he was used to Carter working long hours running patrols for the pack. His girlfriend had run off to find her brother, but even that pain was beginning to fade. For now, Cayden was just strolling around the forest he called home, reveling in the fact that he was something very close to happy. He stopped and closed his eyes, just listening to the woods around him; the wind in the trees, the crickets chirping, an owl in the distance, the high-pitched squeak of a mouse as it scurried into it's home. Then he heard something else. A yelp and then a voice. "What am I supposed to do?" His eyes snapped open and he looked around instinctively but didn't see anything. Curious, he moved forward toward the voice, trying to sniff out if it was someone he knew despite not recognizing the voice. He could recognize a person better by scent than by what they sounded like anyway. As he crept closer, he caught her scent and he'd definitely never met her before. She was human and completely new to him. After a few more yards of careful creeping, he peeked around a tree and saw her. His first thought was that she was incredibly beautiful with the dim light of coming evening washing out the colors around her but somehow leaving that red hair vibrant. What would it look like in the sun? His second thought was that she looked incredibly sad. It was the look of someone who had given up hope. He'd seen it in the mirror often enough to know. So many times, he'd thought his life would never change and that if it did, it would only get worse. For awhile, that's exactly what had happened. Things were different now, though. At least, things were different for him. Apparently this girl didn't see a way out yet and it broke his heart a little bit. He wanted to share his contentment with her. He just didn't know how. Not wanting to startle her knowing that she was human, he rustled some leaves before stepping out from behind the tree cautiously. His inner sarcastic voice wanted to answer her question with something like "Breathe. Sit. Eat healty. Exercise..." But he wouldn't say that with her in this condition. "For starters, I'd take a step back and look at your options. Then maybe talk to someone. Two heads are better than one, after all." He gave her a small smile and a smaller shrug, hoping she didn't think it was weird that he was just randomly roaming in the woods. Or that he was handing out advice like some weirdo. The smile slipped from his face to be replaced with a look of concern. He thought he knew how this girl felt, and he hated that feeling. "I'd ask if you're alright, but you're obviously not. I know this is weird coming from some random guy in the woods, but... I know that look and I've been there, so if you want to talk..." He trailed off with another shrug, leaning against an sturdy oak tree. outfit

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[aria carson chevalier]

749 WORDS FOR CAYDEN/TARA i really got into this reply so I even decided to find a pretty little thread thingy to go with it. hope you enjoy! DREAM

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] Aria's thoughts where a jumbled mess, moving so rapidly around her head that she could barely tell where one began and another ended. Her wouldn't seem to calm itself and she knew that it was going to be her downfall if she couldn't think of this logically. She knew the logical thing was to run, run as far away from the disease of a man who had popped into her life without warning and had taken everything she had ever known and and burned it. Her life hadn't been the same since the day her mom died. And she would never regret Trinity but she regreted the circumstances of her birth, but then again how was a fifteen year old girl to fight off a full grown man who could throw you out into the street without even blinking. It had been hard for her and it didn't seem like it was any easier. Now that she was eighteen her step-mother and sibblings had been trying to push Aria out of the house and into the cold but her father had allowed her to stay, and she knew it was because he wanted her back in his bed but she would die before she ever let that happen again. Once again the thoughts of suicide buzzed around her head, tempting her with the easy way out. For some odd reason Aria felt like someone was watching her but she couldn't be sure. A small chin ran down her spine causing her to shiver ever so slightly. She rested her chin on her knee's only to lift her head a moment later when she heard the russelling of leaves and her head shot up and looked in the direction that she had heard it come from. When a young man stepped around the corner and spoke to her she barely heard him as her eyes widened as she looked up into the face of the most handsome man she had ever seen. His eyes where so dark that they appeared black to her and it felt like she was looking into the face of the most tempting devil she had ever seen. The second thing she noticed about him was that he was tell, at least half a foot taller than she was but with her sitting down he towered over her like a giant with an ant. She felt so small and helpless as she looked up at the man who had spoken to her. It was only then that his words began to register to her muddled brain and she shook her head in order to try and concentrate on the problem at hand instead of the handsome man in front of her. "I don't have many options. Stay and let him slowly destroy everything that I have left, or run.." Aria said, her voice sweet and melodic. Her english accent thick and on some words hard to understand though she spoke english quite fluently. When he smiled at her she couldn't help the slight pinkening of her cheeks as she met his eyes, her bright blue eyes a startling contrast to the fiery red of her hair. When he offered to let her talk to him it didn't seem wierd at all, she looked at him as if he was saving her life. The look of gratitude crossed her face as she returned his smile with her own. She then patted the space beside her on the ground offering to let him sit beside her. She wasn't usually this trusting of people but she was desperate for help when she couldn't think of a way out for her and her daughter. Her main concern was getting her daughter out from under her fathers nose and getting her someplace where she knew he couldn't hurt her. "No, I am not alright. And no 'tis not wierd merely a blessing. I wouldn't have guessed that the first person I would talk to in this strange city would be so kind as to notice that the one thing I need is to talk and perhaps you could share advice with me." Aria said meekly as she brushed her bright red hair from her face and flinched when she touched the bruise on her left cheek but didn't complain once about the pain. "I'm Aria."

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[Cayden Thomas Murphy]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #335588 solid; border-bottom: 10px #335588 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 654 ( TAGGED ) aria ( WOLF FORM ) CLICKY Cayden watched the girl's eyes widen and he wondered if he'd startled her after all. He hadn't meant to, though some weird freak out in the middle of the woods just walking up and talking to her like he knew her would be enough to freak anyone out, he supposed. Now that he could see her face, though... even with that lost and desolate look, she was gorgeous. Maybe it was just his white knight syndrome at work but he didn't think so. Sure, he liked to help people and to protect people, but she was still gorgeous. There was no doubt about it. Tear-stained and all, she was gorgeous. It actually took a moment for her words to make sense to him and he blinked. Maybe it was the accent throwing him off. Yeah, that was it. Just her accent. "Then run. It's scary as hell, but it's a way out. There are options if you run. I don't even know what you're running from, but if it puts that look on your face I figure it's best to be as far away as you can get." The girl gestured for him to sit so he pushed himself away from the tree and made his way to her with a fluid grace that wasn't quite human. He would have acted a bit more clumsy if he wasn't so distracted. Then she smiled. Shit. He was going to be here for awhile. It was a combination of his desire to help her, her beauty, the accent, those sad blue eyes, and the way she looked at him as if he'd just saved her life... it was a little intoxicating. He'd never really believed in love at first sight, but this sensation had to be what people talked about. It was freaky, really. It was almost like he already knew her in some way, like he'd simply forgotten her name. On the other hand, she was completely new to him and he knew he would have remembered if he'd already met her. That was a certainty. He still couldn't shake the feeling, though. There was something magnetic about her. Focus Cayden... jeesh. "No, I am not alright. And no 'tis not wierd merely a blessing. I wouldn't have guessed that the first person I would talk to in this strange city would be so kind as to notice that the one thing I need is to talk and perhaps you could share advice with me." He only stared at her, at least until she brushed her hair back from her face, revealing a good-sized bruise on her cheek. He was going to have to kill someone, wasn't he? Already his contentment was gone, replaced with anger at whoever had hurt this girl, Aria, when she was obviously already in some sort of trouble. It was all he could do not to growl but the look in his eyes should have turned the world itself to stone. He kept his voice level and did his best not to scare the poor girl. "Definitely run. I've had my ass kicked enough times to know how you get a bruise like that and it's not from walking into a door. Though my dad favors my ribs. Easier to hide those." He'd had his fair share of broken ribs, broken fingers, even a broken arm once, concussions, and more bruises and cuts than he could count. He was just lucky he healed fast. How long had Aria had this bruise? What else had been done to her? Who had done it? He wasn't going to ask. He'd opened the door and now it had to be her choice to walk through it. He knew from experience that it was impossible to force someone to talk if they didn't want to and he didn't want to push her. This impossible, flame-haired angel he'd found. outfit

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[aria carson chevalier]

844 WORDS FOR CAYDEN/TARA i find it rather wierd playing with happy aria in the icebox and yet here she is all lonely and meh in the thread! anyways i hopes you enjoy! DREAM

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] Aria listened closely to what the young man said to her, though his handsome looks where having some effect on her brain making her thoughts slightly muddled but she was able to comprehend everything that he said. She knew that he was probably right about running away but she still had nowhere for her and her daughter to go. Her best bet was to find a job in this town and hope that she could keep her father at bay long enough to earn enough money to get a place of her own. But there was still that slight chance that her father wouldn't let her leave, though she was eighteen years old and legally allowed to live on her own her father still had his ways of keeping her right where he wanted her. He did after all have the one thing to use against her and it was rare that she was even allowed to do anything with her daughter. Charlotte was still demanding that Aria get rid of the child so that they could go back to England but Aria wasn't stupid, they wouldn't just leave her here in the United States and odds are her father was already looking for a way to make a profit from her daughter, in Asia they still had people who would be willing to pay big money for a young child reguardless of her nationality, reguardless of what the mother wanted. The feeling of helplessness filled Aria once more as she looked away from Cayden when he sat down next to her and she twiddled her thumbs slightly. "'Tis a bit more complex than you may think." Aria said after a few moments of silence and then she was finally able to look at him and once more she was struck by how truly handsome he was. When he had been farther away from him she thought he was handsome but now that she could really get a good look at him she knew that she had never seen a man as handsome as this one. She was shocked to say the least, as she had never actually found a man physically appealing as she was rather naive to what a man and woman could truly do together. Granted thats not to say she hadn't experienced coupling, but neither had she been willing for it to happen. Her first time had been painful and scary, as well as it had been rape. Ever since then Aria had been uneasy about men because she hadn't been around many of them during her life. The past three years Aria's father had done everything that he could to keep Aria away from men, in order to keep her for himself. Aria had feared that maybe all men where like her father, but when she looked at Cayden she knew that it couldn't be true. Aria gave a sweet smile to Cayden, a smile that appeared to light up her face and replaced the smallest bit of her sadness with hope. She blinked when she saw him get angry but then she noticed he was looking at the bruise on her face and then she quickly raised her hand to cover it. "I will admit that I am clumsy, but not so clumsy as to be able to do this to myself." Aria muttered as she lightly rubbed at the spot wishing for it to go away so that Cayden didn't have to see it. It was then that it registered who he had said had been the one beating him up and her eyes widened slightly. So he truly was a lot like her. Aria slowly reached forward and laid her fingertips against his ribs. "Are they bruised right now? Like mine?" She asked curiously. She had never really found another person who was constantly beat by their father. Her father didn't touch any of the other children but she also knew it was because he feared his own wife. She had given Aria a few beatings herself but never as much as her father. And it only happened each time that Aria fought him off from trying to get into her bed. "My dad doesn't particularly care for me to be able to hide them, no one in my home cares and no one around here knows me." Aria said, it wasn't a total lie. There was one person in her home who cared, but she was far too young to be able to do anything to stop her momma from getting beat up. Aria knew that eventually Trinity would try to interveen and she feared that day, because her father wouldn't take pity on the child if she angered him. Aria feared that day more than anything, because she knew it would be the die that she would die fighting trying to protect her child.

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[Cayden Thomas Murphy]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #335588 solid; border-bottom: 10px #335588 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 735 ( TAGGED ) aria ( WOLF FORM ) CLICKY Cayden watched the expressions on Aria's face change, realizing that this girl was quite expressive. It put him at ease, in a way. She'd probably be a horrible liar which meant she probably wasn't a hunter. While he didn't suspet everyone in the world of trying to kill him and his entire species, she was all alone out here in the woods. There was something about her, though, that made his thoughts skitter away from thinking bad of her. She couldn't possibly be a hunter. There was no scent of wolfsbane or silver on her, no tell-tale bulge of weapons on that gorgeously lean body of hers... which he should not be staring at right now. It wasn't the time for it, but he couldn't stop sneaking glances from the corner of his eye. Cayden didn't move as Aria reached out and touched him, but it was like an electric shock to his entire system. What was going on here? He'd just met this girl but he couldn't describe what was happening. He reached out and gently pulled her hand away from her face. Rubbing a bruise wouldn't make it disappear. But most of his attention was still focused on where her fingers pressed lightly against him. Maybe someone had slipped drugs into his drink or something. That would explain it. "Not at the moment. They haven't been bruised for awhile now." He gave her a considering look. "I ran. Dad still lives in town, but I don't see him very much. I moved out." He was free, though that wasn't entirely true. Years and years of emotional damage had taken their toll on him in a deep way. While he appeared to be confident and outgoing, which he was, he also second guessed himself more than other people knew. He thought of himself as a failure, good for nothing, a screw up. That inner voice sounded a lot like his father. Maybe some day, he'd believe in himself again. Some day. He still had a hold of Aria's hand. He stared, then pulled his fingers back reluctantly. She wouldn't want that kind of attention from him. He was a screw up, a cheater, beaten and broken. He was unwanted. He'd accepted it a long time ago. Of course, none of that stopped him from wanting her. If he could only define this feeling, he thought he'd be able to figure it out. It wasn't just lust. She was beautiful with her flame-red hair and bright blue eyes, but that wasn't it. It was something else. Something deeper. His thoughts kept swirling back to one very basic idea, and slowly his mouth opened just slightly. Holy crap. He stared at Aria as if he'd never seen her before... which he really hadn't but that was beside the point. He took in and studied every feature he could, trying to learn everything about her in an instant. It didn't work, of course, but he tried anyway. It didn't always work out that way, but usually a "love-at-first-sight" kind of feeling meant something to wolves. It meant a potential mate. Was that really what this was? It took him another moment to really listen to Aria's words and Cayden shook his head to clear it. "Well, now someone knows you and cares." Nobody was going to touch this girl on his watch. Not now and not ever. Not until he figured this out and saw where it led. He shook his head again, but in a different way this time. This was more to clear memories out of his mind. Carter had tried to shield Cayden as much as possible from their father's outbursts, but Henry had a special vendetta against Cayden. "There was one time where dad knocked me down the stairs. I landed on my arm wrong and broke it in two places. Though I guess that part was my own fault. Dad just looked at me from the top of the stairs and said 'Clumsy ass boy. We'd all be better off if it had been your neck.'" He actually did a pretty convincing impression of Henry Murphy's voice and he scoffed even though the memory still burned. He didn't know what Aria had been through, but he was going to find out and then he was going to do something about it. outfit

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[aria carson chevalier]

924 WORDS FOR CAYDEN/TARA hurray for wolf mate mojo and what not! i think aria is going to open up to cayden rather quickly, she really seems to trust him and like him :3 DREAM

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] If one thing was for certain, Aria had always been a terrible liar. Her eyes and facial expressions always gave away exactly what she was thinking and feeling. Her mother had always told her that it was a blessing. But then again, Aria had never been much of a liar to begin with. Lies hurt people and made things into a total mess. She thought that the truth was so much better, though she was aware that some lies where told to protect people. She had told those very lies to almost everyone that she had ever met. She would never tell the truth about Trinity's real father. Aria could feel Cayden's eyes on her each time he looked at her and she nervously nibbled on her lower lip as she looked at him with her expressive eyes. When she touched him she almost pulled back her hand when she felt the shock run threw her hand. When he gently pulled her hand away from her face to reveal the bruise that appeared to only just be starting to heal. She couldn't help but smile when he said that his ribs hadn't been bruied for awhile now. She didn't know what it was but something about this man made her want to protect him from the cruel evils of his father. He was just like her, he had been stuck in a less than desirable predicament, the only difference is that he had been able to get out and she was still stuck. Stuck in a mess that she had no idea how she was going to get out of. She wanted to run more than anything, but she had a feeling that if she ran, anyone who tried to help her would be put in danger. She didn't understand how her father could be such a derranged psychopathic ass hole and still be her father. She was confused at how none of his ass hole genetics had rubbed off on her. She shook her head to rid herself of the nasty thoughts that where starting to take root. She didn't want to make herself mad in front of this nice guy. He was the most amazing person that she had ever met, and even though she had just met him she felt like she could tell him everything and he wouldn't judge her. That was one of Aria's worst fears, she didn't want to be judged on events that where far from her decision. Events that she had had no choice in the matter but she had still been the one to have to deal with the consequences. This man seemed to be the understanding type, like he had his own secrets that he didn't want to be judged for; and she understood that. When Cayden released her hand she pouted her lower lip slightly before she shyly took it back and then laced their fingers together in hopes that he wouldn't want to pull away again. She wanted him to know that she liked him, and at the same time she was far too shy to just outright say it. She truly hoped that he wasn't dense and would get the picture that was pretty much saying, "Hey dude, i'd like to get to know you more because I actually like you.". Aria had never acted this rash before when it came to boys. Sure she had been around them quite a bit during school, but she had never imagined to have anything like this happen. She felt like a giddy little school girl because of the emotions and feelings that this boy was bringing to life in her. When Cayden said that he cared she couldn't help but lean forward and press a gentle kiss to his cheek and then giggled softly as she cocked her head to the side cutely. "And you in return, have someone that cares about you." She said in her sweet and melodic voice. Sometimes she wondered if she talked too much but she didn't dwell much on the thought much because Cayden was speaking again and she didn't wish to miss a single thing that this man said. Each thing that he said to her inspired a reaction, and she was a mess of emotions but she loved it. She didn't feel dead inside when he talked to her. Ever so slowly a frown crossed Aria's lips as she listened to his story and had an unbearable urge to hit this man over the head with a vase. A flush quickly spread across her cheeks at such a violent idea, and the flush spread down her neck when she realized that she was staring at Cayden. She quickly lowered her eyes, not wanting to seem rude when she was having a hard time keeping her eyes off of him. "My father is a cruel man, I wish I could say that he loved my mother. But he didn't even know I exhisted until three years ago." Her hand that had been resting against his chest now slowly curved around her bruised ribs. "My ribs are a favorite place for my father, two of them are cracked and he seems to love not allowing them to heal." Tears slowly came to her eyes at the memories of pain. Pain was her biggest fear, and her father seemed to loved putting fear and pain into his daughters eyes before he had his way with her. "I want to run.. But I have no place to run too."

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[Cayden Thomas Murphy]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #335588 solid; border-bottom: 10px #335588 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 750 ( TAGGED ) aria ( WOLF FORM ) CLICKY Cayden immediately missed Aria's hand as soon as he let it go. It was as if every time they touched, the connected on a level deeper than skin. Then when they parted, she took a little bit of him with her. He didn't know how else to explain it, but there was one thing he was certain of. He wanted her hand back. He wanted to hold her, protect her, care for her and tell her that everything was going to be alright. He wanted to show her that there were things in life worth living for, that not every touch brought pain, and that to every sunset, there was a sunrise after the dark. Already, he was making plans in his head. How could he help her? One very obvious answer kept presenting itself, but would she accept? They'd just met, after all. It was only then that he thought to introduce himself. "I'm Cayden, by the way. Guess I should have mentioned that earlier." Then he was getting a kiss before he knew it. He actually shivered just slightly and more than anything, he didn't want her to pull away. It was like every fiber of his being was screaming at him that she should be right there, next to him, tucked safely into his arms. He forced himself to be still. She'd been through a lot. He wasn't going to push his attention on her like he was some creepy leech out here in the woods. He watched her cock her head to the side and he couldn't stop a smile. Already, his heart ached. She wasn't nearly close enough to him. His breath hitched and it was everything he could do to keep himself rooted to the spot. What was this? This impossible thing? Maybe he wasn't going to save her. Maybe she was going to save him. He needed to distract himself or he was going to look like a fool. Cayden hadn't taken his eyes off her, but there was a faraway look to them as he spoke about his father. He looked other places than her eyes. He watched her lips, her forehead, the way her neck curved into her jaw. The one thing he feared from people in situations like this was pity. He didn't want people to do things for him or be a certain way around him because of the circumstances he'd been in. He wanted people to be themselves and judge him based on his own merits, not his situation. When he finally brought his eyes back to hers, though, what he saw there wasn't pity. It was understanding. Understanding, anger... and was she flushed? Why? He watched her drop her eyes, but he continued to stare. He knew she was human and probably didn't know how wolves worked, but there was a slight submissiveness to the gesture that drew her to him all the more. A big part of him kept saying "mine." But then she was talking, and Cayden listened. Anger flashed in him once again, and he ruthlessly stomped on it. That's not what this girl needed right now. He watched in silence as she touched her own ribs, and he once again had the sensation that she'd somehow taken a bit of himself when she'd stopped touching him. When he saw the tears come to her eyes, that was all he could take. Screw looking like some creepy weirdo in the woods. He was going to do what his instincts were telling him until this girl gave him a reason not to. He moved himself so that he was sitting half next to her and half behind her. His arms wrapped around her gently and he pulled her to him, taking care not to hurt her and doing his best to ignore the tingling of his skin where they touched. "You can get out. I can help you. You can stay somewhere where nobody would dare raise a hand to you." He paused, wondering if this was really the right thing to do. Well, there wasn't much of a choice to it, the way he saw it. He was going to help her. "Stay with me. I have an apartment in town. It's not much and I live with my brother, but he's hardly ever home. You'd be safe there. Safer than I could ever tell you. Nobody, and I mean nobody would ever hurt you again." outfit

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[aria carson chevalier]

875 WORDS FOR CAYDEN/TARA lots of mixed feelings in this post, aria is starting to doubt herself and if cayden really wants to help her -pets- poor thing. DREAM

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] Cayden. Even his name was beautiful and unique in its own way, she found it silly that she could like him even more now that she knew his name but then again most of her life hadn't made sense. He was different than anyone she had ever met and she knew that she wanted to learn more. She hadn't ever really been a curious child but at this point in time she wasn't really going to question her curiosity, after all it was coming from her heart. Her mother had always told her to trust her heart, that even though one day it would hurt because of it she would never regret it. And for the most part her mother had always been right. It made Aria sad to think about the woman who had always loved her and treated her like she was her favorite person in the world. "Cayden.." She muttered, liking the way that his name sounded when she said it. She flushed once more as she tried to ignore the fact she had just said his name for absolutely no reason at all. Though with her english accent it seemed to make his name sound all the more proper. She could already feel her attachment to him growing stronger and she didn't know if it was wrong or right all she knew was that her heart ached for this young man who had been threw much of the same as she had. When he smiled at her she instantly returned the smile with a brilliant one of her own, she loved his smile and she hoped to see more of them. She didn't want to see him sad, and it was then that she decided that she would do whatever she could to make him smile more. Aria's very nature was submissive, she had little backbone to defend herself with and even less desire to hurt other people. She knew what it was like to be hurt and she would never wish physical or emotional pain on anyone else. One of Aria's greatest fears, pain, went both ways both emotional and physical pain where something that Aria could not stand. By natural instinct Aria avoided anything that could cause her pain and looking at this beautiful man she could see no way that he could ever hurt her. Nor did she think that he would ever want too. Yet at the same time some small part of her feared that he might just do that very thing. Years of paranoia had built up and it was going to be a very bad habbit to break, it would take time and a lot of trust building but she truly did hope that she could snuff out this doubt before it became out of control. But her father had planted the seed of doubt into his daughter. She felt worthless and dirty all of the time because of what he had done to her and she didn't even know if she deserved to have a friend like Cayden. What would he think of her if she ever told him her secret? Would he still want to be her friend or would he think that was a lowly little slut who spread her legs for her father, would he truly think that she had wanted what had happened to her? Doubt was already starting to settle into Aria's mind and she tried desperately to push those thoughts away but they did not want to seem to leave her alone. Her thoughts only left her when Cayden's arms came around her. The little voice in her head had been silenced and she wasn't sure whether or not it would come back but for the moment she felt safe and secure in Cayden's arms, like she didn't have to worry about what life was going to throw at her next. Aria leaned back against Cayden rested her head in the crook of his neck for a brief moment before he spoke and she raised her head, turning to look at him in surprise. Her eyes slowly widened and her lips parted slightly as she gasped at what he was suggesting. He was giving her a way out, a way to live her life and to take her daughter away from the cruel man who had fathered them both. But Cayden didn't know about Trinity, and she couldn't take his offer without telling him the whole truth first. "Its not just me that needs to get away from him.." She nibbled on her lower lip nervously and fear entered her eyes as she looked at Cayden, afraid that he was going to retract his offer once she told him about Trinity. "I have a three year old daughter who I can't leave behind. I won't allow him to do to her what he did to me.." Aria muttered as she watched Cayden's reaction closely. This was the time when people usually wrinkled their noses at her and made assumptions that she was a whore who slept around and probably thought that she didn't even know who her daughters father was. But that was something that Aria could never forget, after all he was her father as well.

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[Cayden Thomas Murphy]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #335588 solid; border-bottom: 10px #335588 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 781 ( TAGGED ) aria ( WOLF FORM ) CLICKY Cayden couldn't help a crooked grin when she said his name. He liked the way it sounded on her tongue. It made him sound all proper and mature... almost exotic. Well, he was kind of exotic when he thought about it. An endangered species, but she didn't know that. She couldn't know that. Pack rules. But somehow, he didn't think she'd hate him for it like most humans did. Not that he was going to tell her. He'd just met her and he didn't even know if she knew anything about the werewolves in town. The last thing he needed was to freak her out and make her think he was crazy. Still, he wanted her to know. He wanted her to know everything about him while he wanted to know everything about her. For now, some secrets had to be kept. He wasn't going to be responsible for shattering her view of the world she lived in just yet. Someday, maybe. Then, in that moment, he could picture it. A life with her. He imagined her laughing while he playfully chased her around a dining room table. Maybe a couple kids giggling in the background. He could see her vibrant hair start to turn gray, but that wouldn't matter to him. He would still chase her around that same table, while their grandchildren laughed. Cayden shook his head and tried to get rid of those images. His imagination was getting the better of him and he knew it. Still, he couldn't help thinking that it looked like a pretty good life. Just in his head, though. Perhaps this girl would find out about him, freak out, and never want to see him again. Maybe she just wouldn't want anything to do with him from the beginning. She could get in a car accident, or fall from a cliff. Hell, she could fall for his brother, or move away. She could give him the classic line "let's just be friends." So many things could keep that image of the future from happening. But it was in his mind now, like a burning coal. That's what he wanted. That life with her. Only her. He didn't know how he knew, he couldn't explain it, but it was just her. The thought should have scared him, but it didn't. Instead, it only made him more determined to protect her. If anyone tried to raise a hand to her, he would end them without question. It was that simple. When she turned to look at him, he looked back and had to fight the intense urge to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. Inside him, a very faint voice kept yelling at him, You just met her! You don't even know her! What are you doing!? But the rest of him wasn't listening very hard. He only paid attention enough to keep himself from leaning toward her. As she spoke, his brow furrowed just slightly wondering if she had a sister or something who needed to get away. There was fear and uncertainty in those pale eyes of hers, and Cayden did his best to put her at ease, his grip on her tightening just slightly. He would protect her and he would do his best to understand. "I have a three year old daughter who I can't leave behind. I won't allow him to do to her what he did to me.." Cayden could feel his heart skip a beat. A daughter? Not that it mattered. Cayden wouldn't allow anyone to be hurt if he could help it. Especially not a three year old. Just the thought of a child in that situation made him sick to his stomach. "We have room. And if we don't, we'll make room." He wondered if this daughter was anything like her mother. He smiled a small smile, one that was a barely noticeable turn to the corners of his mouth. He'd never thought of himself as a father figure and he sincerely hoped he wouldn't totally suck at it. A serious light entered his eyes, and he held the angel in his arms a bit more securely. He didn't know if he did it because he thought she needed it, or because he needed it. Either way, he didn't want to let go of her any time soon. "I meant what I said. I won't let anyone hurt you... or your daughter. Ever. You have my promise and I don't make those often." Then he gave in, leaned forward, and very, very gently brushed his lips against her forehead causing his entire body to tingle once again. outfit

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by maroon 5