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Post by Matteo De Luca on Jul 2, 2010 7:14:42 GMT -5
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As soon as his father's body melted into his mother's, as soon as her belly expanded to house the life growing inside of her, as soon as his heart started to pump blood and beat to its own rhythm; Matteeo Leon De Luca would have everything he ever desired, and an excessive amount of things he needed. Being born into a family that wore the Italian crown of capitalism, Matteo was more fortunate than those that were fortunate. When his tongue first made sounds, and his mouth formed them into words; the third son of the automobile empire only had to dial his distant parents' number to get anything he wanted. Throughout the next couple of years, Matteo had transformed into a man; at least on the outside. His jaw line grew stronger and was decorated with stubble, his chest grew broader as it filled itself with not only muscle but also confidence, facial muscles displayed expressions that were far from his once innocent smile, and lastly he grew in size - everywhere. Yet he was still the young boy who would fight till he got what he wanted, who refused to wear the chains of responsibility, and strayed from his family's conservative tradition. Though he looked like a man, and did all the things that men did, he was still young in heart; too young. And that is why his parents decided to cut him from his money supply - and cross his name off of the father's will. It came as a shock to the then twenty two year old. His whole body lost connection to his senses; his knees went weak and his body numb, his vision grew blurry as he tried his best to focus, and lastly his ears gave up the will to listen to the recent family news - told to him by his father's secretary of course. Apparently possessing the capability of having a duty to deal with - the maturity; was something that was essential to the De Luca family. Though his light brown hues can't recall such an act happen within their walls. Which he was kicked out of as well. Orbs searched the area around him, taking in every single detail as he tried to recall what his old home once looked like. Though there were some details he kept - such as pictures upon the fire place, beautiful curtains instead cheap blinds, and dark wooden floors. Matteo had intended to not have features to remind him of his past life; the one much more glamourous than this small cottage housed by a lake that was now frozen. He wanted back in of course - he yearned for the attention, for the constant affection; though the one condition he had to agree to was not a bullet he wanted to take. Who wanted to get married anyways? Fingers swam through his dark strands, creating streams of chocolate with the soft movement they made as he stroked his scalp. Taking a stroll down memory lane had never been healthy for him, but when the darkness had yet to settle in and he was alone he couldn't help but let the flux of reminiscence to overwhelm him. He was always a violent one, wanting to fight all the restrains that were bound to him - he wouldn't let his ability to recall things ruin a night that had potential; he needed another body to fill this home, just temporarily of course, just to remind him why this life was better than the married rich one. Pulling a cellphone from the denim pocket of his jeans, Matteo searched through his contact list, stopping at a name before pressing the dial button. Even though this phone call was not directed to his parents, he was sure he could still get anything he wanted. "Hey Jasmine, feel like coming over for drinks on this cold winter night? Believe it or not I'm lonely." A smile flickered upon his face; though the two flirted a lot nothing had ever progressed from the cheeky smile and cute exchange of words - so he knew by inviting her over nothing would have happened - and for once, he needed that for the night. If he wanted someone to fug, he would have called up Honor. STATUS # Completed! FEATURING # Jasmine/Siffix <3 WORD COUNT # 717 NOTES # Eek, sorry for the rant on his family! CREDIT # IRONICALLIZE_IT @ CAUTION 2.0
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Post by Jasmine Moore on Jul 12, 2010 15:37:36 GMT -5
TELL ME THAT YOU'VE GOT EVERYTHING YOU WANT&& Y O U R B I R D C A N S I N GBUT YOU DON'T GET ME, YOU DON'T GET MELife as a fashion model could be either insanely hectic or fairly relaxing, depending on a lot of different things such as the time of year or the current trends. The past couple of months had been insane, but during the last week, things had finally started to calm down again. Jasmine wouldn’t have complained about her life being busy either, though. She loved her job and the people she had the opportunity to meet because of it, so even though she sometimes felt completely drained or the pressure seemed to get a bit too much, it was all worth it. Also, it earned her a fair amount of money, which definitely helped her stay motivated.
Anyway, for the last few days, she’d spent most of her time around the apartments – except for the time spent at the gym, of course, which quickly became quite a few hours. When not exercising, though, she’d been able to do quite a bit of cleaning, so once again, her room looked completely spotless. Perhaps she was a bit obsessive about keeping her surroundings clean, but as long as she lived by herself, no one would be bothered by it. This time, though, unlike most of the times she cleaned, she had actually looked through the drawer where she kept some mementos from before she moved into this apartment complex.
There were a lot of things she had forgotten about in that drawer. Three photo albums, an old necklace given to her by a childhood best friend and, embarrassingly, an old diary were some of the contents, and discovering them had caused the young woman to spend a few hours being all sentimental. She didn’t dare touch the diary, though. It was something she had started writing when she was thirteen and she’d written faithfully until she was fifteen, and she honestly had no desire to remember any more from those early teen years than she already did. The photo albums were a different story. She knew herself well enough to know she wouldn’t have glued in pictures she associated with anything negative.
It was while looking through the second photo album that she heard her phone ring, so after shuffling her pillows around in an attempt to locate the little device, she picked it up without checking who was calling. She hadn’t needed to, though, because she recognized the voice of Matteo De Luca almost instantly. ”Miss me already, Matteo?” she asked teasingly. Honestly, though, it was probably just as well that something had come up to distract her from these old photos. It had been a couple of days since she’d last spent any time with the young man as well, so going over to his cottage for a few drinks didn’t sound like a bad idea at all.
”I’ll be right there. Just let me put on some other clothes.” With that, she put her phone down and headed over to the mirror to fix her makeup. All right, so she wasn’t really trying to impress this guy, but looking nice was never a bad idea. After a few minutes, she was all set, so she headed out the door, down through the reception and out into the cold air. Why did winter have to be so cold? The lion in her certainly did not approve of this. Fortunately, though, the walk down to Matteo’s cottage wasn’t very long, so within a few minutes, she stood outside his door, knocking gently.
tagging Matteo/Mutiara ♥ words 5 8 0 lyrics your bird can sing by the beatles notes I'm sorry this is so late. My busy summer is busy. <.< credits this was made by brooke !
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