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Post by jaslene guinevere dalton on May 16, 2010 12:16:42 GMT
The confidence she felt in the knowledge that the idea wasn’t going to as funny, the closer they got to the actual marriages, was quite large. She was quite certain in her beliefs that as they approached the final date itself, she’d lose her composure that she was currently managing to maintain. It would take a lot, but perhaps she’d even end up screaming and crying. And as the girl couldn’t even remember the last time she had cried, it was not a pleasant thought in the least. From their conversations, she might have given off an impression that she wasn’t particularly bothered, just rather annoyed that someone had decided to play God with her life. Even if they hadn’t worked it out, she knew inside that the anger was partly valid, but mostly it was preventing her from displaying other unsatisfactory emotions. As far as she was concerned, these feelings were staying away as long as physically possible. She wasn’t going to show anyone any weakness.
“Well then, you thought wrong, didn’t you?”
[/color] she replied, still pretending that she hadn’t said anything to the contradictory. If he didn’t comment on it, she wouldn’t either. Unfortunately, his smug expression suggested to her that he had heard and stored every word that she wished she hadn’t said. Damn her attention span for allowing these thoughts to escape her mouth. Now, she couldn’t admit that it was the truth, because that was below her. So, she’d go with the traditional approach and deny every word she’d ever said that gave that foolish impression. The last part of his response made her think. Did she actually like the truth? Not really. She didn’t like her parents lying to her, but that was more out of principle than anything else, in her opinion. She had figured that other peoples’ lies weren’t all that important to her a while ago. His request still ringing in her ears, she frowned slightly. “Why would I do that?”[/color] She wouldn’t even know where to begin. Being raised in a primarily pureblood background, she often appeared that she was entirely full-blooded. It was of no importance to her, however, being half-blooded reminded other students that they weren’t everything, just because all of their family members were related to each other. “Besides, I have no idea as to what the seventies contained. I’m afraid I have always been more interested in life that started after I was born.”[/color] Judging from his current look, she wasn’t all that convinced that it would be something that she would like to do on a daily basis. But, there was one thing to be said for all of this. A very small part of her was glad that this was all he was asking of her. She wondered why. Surely, the temptation had been there.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] tagged joshua andrew dalton. word count [/color] four-something-words. and the outfit[/color] click here to see i have to say[/color] sure, sounds like a plan (;[/size][/right]
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Post by joshua andrew dalton on May 16, 2010 13:10:05 GMT
Josh had missed breakfast, and he was kind of hungry now. Maybe he'd go grab some food soon. he'd missed the owls too, how gutting was that? Now he'd probably have to go to the owlry or something to get his letters. He was trying his best to keep his thoughts in the present, and not with the idea that soon, he could be a married [dead] man. He'd probably have some sort of mental breakdown in the church or whatever, and maybe start crying and screaming and begging, anything to stop this marriage from going on. He didn't want to get married, it seemed wrong, early, too soon. He couldn't remember the last time that he'd really cried. And that meant truly cried, as he'd faked tears, sure, but it had been a long while since he'd actually cried. It had to have been for something important though, probably about someone trying to control him, as he hated that.
"Nope, I'm always right."
[/color] Josh said with a cocky smile. He wasn't, but he wasn't about to admit that to her, as he liked being seen as infallable. "Somewhat cute. I like that, it's a nice description of me. Maybe you can yell that out too when your doing that dance"[/color] Joshua added, a smug smile on his lips. He had kept like a mental log of everything that she'd said in his mind, encase she tripped herself up, so he could quote her and back himself up with the stuff she'd said. Her own words were the best defence ever. "Because I asked you to do it when I win. And just do some night fever dancing or something, make it up."[/color] He said with a shrug. As long as it was funny, he honestly didn't care. All he wanted was a good laugh, and if this was a way to get a laugh and take Jas down a peg or two, then so be it. Josh's head looked up as the shadow of an owl crossed the grass. he recognised the owl, and watched as it landed on the floor next to him. It began to hold out it's foot, and joshua noticed a letter attatched to it. He untied it with some difficulty, and then turned it over in his hands, his parents writing clear on the front of the letter. He looked up at Jas with a smirk. He'd been practically bombarding his parents with letters and howlers, and all the other things he could to try and get them to tell him, and he had a feeling that this time, this time they were telling him who it was. After all, he'd not wrote in awhile, so why would they randomly write now, as they wouldn't do it just to tell him they were finalizing things. "Start practacing those dance moves, sugar, your going to need them!"[/color] He said with a smug grin, opening the letter and then unfolding the parchment inside. His eyes scanned the letter, speed reading. After the first time, he thought there was a mistake, that he'd read it wrong or something. He glanced over again and couldn't speak because he was so surprised. "Oh you have to be kidding me"[/color] He said, pushing the letter toward Jaslene. "I win"[/color] [/size][/blockquote][/justify] Tagged Jaslene Malfoy ♥ Lyrics damned if i do ya - All Time Low Counted at 559 or something Wearing clothes. You should know that josh hates his parents right now lol (-: Should I have his owl fly in with the letter in the next one? Credited to me.
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Post by jaslene guinevere dalton on May 16, 2010 13:39:04 GMT
Ignoring his claims for what seemed like the third or fourth time, in the past twenty or so minutes, she rolled her eyes. As previously thought out in her own mind, she couldn’t say much else, for fear of being caught out. But, she was a Malfoy. Malfoys were never scared of the consequences. Damning all of the likely consequences, she spoke again. “You keep believing that,”
[/color] she responded, happy to let him think that he had won that part of the discussion. She knew, and he must know, that it had only been a slip of the tongue. Her words had meant nothing. Still, best not to comment on any more of his appearance, even if these thoughts stayed in her head this time. “I didn’t say you were somewhat cute.”[/color] She was unable to stop herself, as always. “You were the only one who attributed that description to yourself.”[/color] Normally, she would have just stopped talking, but something made her need to correct him. She didn’t think he was cute. Not in the slightest. That was the best answer he could come up with? She was bound to do it, simply because he asked her to? Yes, that was a reasonable response. “What makes you think that I’d do anything you asked me to, Dalton?”[/color] There was nothing holding her to their agreement. They hadn’t officially established this bet. That meant she could back out at any point she wanted, right? But part of her hated herself for even thinking it. That kind of action would mean she was a coward. And that she’d tell people to do anything and everything for her, without ever doing anything herself. Hmm, it was a difficulty that she’d have to resolve at some point. “Dancing?”[/color] she repeated, staring at him rather blankly. She didn’t dance. Dancing was for over expressive, excitable people. She wouldn’t know the first thing about dancing in any sort of suitable style. “What?”[/color] she inquired, scoffing at his statement, hardly daring to believe his words. “Of course you don’t win. Receiving a letter doesn’t mean you've wo..”[/color] She couldn’t finish her own sentence, making the both of them rather at a loss for words for a few minutes. Part of the reason she was unable to use her vocal chords to much effect was because she had no idea what one was supposed to say in this situation. And she doubted even the best language tutors that the boy claimed to have had would help him out here. Unlike him, she couldn’t bring herself to read the letter more than the once. She didn’t need to. The words were there, clear as day. He might have thought that re-reading it would alter some of the phrases, but not to much avail. She frowned, avoiding his eyes for those important seconds. There had to be some mistake. There had to be.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] tagged joshua andrew dalton. word count [/color] four-eight-three. and the outfit[/color] click here to see i have to say[/color] sure, sounds like a plan (;[/size][/right]
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Post by joshua andrew dalton on May 17, 2010 21:12:39 GMT
Joshua smirked as she insisted that he keep believing that. "Well no sweat, I will"
[/color] He said with a grin, after all, he should believe the truth! He was cute, and a number of girls had told him so over the past few months. He'd even heard it like twenty times from the stalker chicks that followed him around half the time. He knew that she didn't mean it though, because it was one of those things that you say and then regret it immediately, and he could see the look of regret in her face. But he'd never admit to her that he knew it wasn't the truth, because it was way to much fun annoying her by pretending to take everything she said serious, when it involved him being cute and such. And as he thought, it must annoy her, because she came back with her defence. "You said the words aloud. YOU said the words. Not me. But I don't disagree, I am cute"[/color] He said with a smirk. "Because, miss Malfoy, you strike me as the kind of person who wouldn't want to lose a bet, and now that the challenge is there, you find it hard to turn it down, because it's on the table."[/color] He explained with a crooked smirk. How did he know? well, she was alot like him. He'd never walk away from a challenge, and certainly not with her, just because he would want to prove that he was indeed right, and that she was wrong. He was just the type of guy who couldn't turn down a challenge, and he was most definitely not turning down this one. he'd beg, plead, and even fake cry if it meant that he would win, and he would make sure that he did win, because he wasn't going to suffer losing to her! He'd rather lose to anyone other than Jaslene Malfoy, because she was the kind of girl who would taunt him with the win, and he'd not be able to stand that. "Oh dear Merlin, please tell me that your education wasn't lacking so much that you don't know the meaning of the word?"[/color] He said with a semi shocked look on his face. Silence. What else could you say when you just found out the name of your future spouse, and you didn't think that this was accurate. He took the letter back after a moment and cleared his throat, which had suddenly gone very dry and tense. "Son, we are glad to inform you that the marriage has indeed been finalized, and that your future wife is the respectable miss Jaslene Malfoy. Congratulations"[/color] He read aloud, his voice croaky and sore. "Inform you? Congratulations?"[/color] He questioned the validity of the words, along with the state of his parents mental state. They were either crazy or high when writing this letter, and there must have been some mistake. It was a joke, an odd, sick, twisted joke, just to mess with him. "It. Can't. Be"[/color] He said, staring off into space, a shocked and spaced out look on his face. He was marrying Jaslene? His fiancée -what an awful word- had been sitting next to him the whole time, and he'd not known it? No. It was wrong. All wrong. [/size][/blockquote][/justify] Tagged Jaslene Malfoy ♥ Lyrics damned if i do ya - All Time Low Counted at 550 or something Wearing clothes. You should know that josh hates his parents right now lol (-: Credited to me.
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Post by jaslene guinevere dalton on May 18, 2010 15:54:34 GMT
There was something quite annoying about that particular expression that he seemed to delight in employing in this situation. It wasn’t annoying in itself, but perhaps because of the thoughts it seemed to hide. It appeared too smug for her liking. She was the only one whom was allowed to carry herself with an irritatingly self-righteous smile; at least she had always believed so. She didn’t agree wholeheartedly with the idea of someone out-smugging her. It occurred to her as soon as the thought had been processed that out-smugging almost definitely was not a proper word, but she didn’t like to dwell too much on this fact. It mattered little to her, in these circumstances. Of course, if the roles had been reversed, she would have done the same thing. This was also a slightly scary thought- having to acknowledge that there were certain noticeable similarities between their two characters. Anyway, it wasn’t right for him to feel smug. It was even more wrong of her to actually give him material to make him seem self-satisfied.
All of her brain activity concerning the level of smugness present was starting to make her head hurt. Taking the initiative to stop herself thinking anything more about it, she turned her attention to his conveniently placed remark. She was obviously choosing to ignore his previous comments about his attractiveness now, as she could not come with anything clever to say in response to this. If she continued to argue one way or the other (evidently she would be denying anything that he seemed to think that she said about his appearance being appealing to her), she would fall deeper into this trap. It was best to let him think that he’d won that topic and move onto a more sensible one. A simple eye roll served well for this purpose, she always found, and today was no different, despite her world literally crashing around her.
So, how exactly was this happening? Not only were there some small likenesses in their behaviours, but he was able to see them as well? And now he seemed to know how she’d react, and even to an extent, what she was thinking? No, this was all wrong. No guy could understand her thought processes, let alone this one. The frustrating thing wasn’t that he could predict what she’d be thinking, no, rather it was that he knew that he was right, and so consequently she couldn’t just deny it as easily as everything else. Besides, while the more prudent individual might have instantly reverted to a defensive position, with an expressionless face, she hadn’t managed this at all. Rather, his statement had caused a real mixture of surprise to form upon her pale features. She wouldn’t have been able to disguise the fact that he had more or less spoken all of her precise thoughts aloud.
The best thing to do was surely just to give into this point? But there was a real sense of reluctance and stubbornness coming from inside. She hated the feeling of having to accept that someone else was right. Licking her lips, she frowned at him, giving him a look that was clearly meant to represent some emotion similar to disapproval. Finally, she found her voice again. “Fine,”
[/color] she admitted, something that was almost unknown of her. “I might be that type of person.”[/color] The trouble was that she was. And now she’d witnessed his winning, in clear eyesight, there was no way that she could argue the truth. Reluctantly, she returned to look at her company, “Yes, I do happen to be familiar with the definition and concepts associated with dancing, but I am not confident with the style in which one is supposed to dance.”[/color] For once, it was the plain and simple truth. Although how he thought he’d solve this problem was unknown to her, what could he do? Offer to teach her himself? Yeah, because that was something they really wanted. More time in each other’s company. Silence as always was anything but golden. And it certainly wasn’t welcomed by her. It made everything more awkward, if that was possible? When they’d stood there, slagging off every little detail about their prospective partners, it wasn’t a comfortable situation to find yourself in. She couldn’t take everything back either, mostly because she still firmly believed in what she had said, and felt it was still applicable, but also because he’d heard every single word. The same pertained to him. It occurred to her, that she hadn’t even noticed him taking the letter back, she’d been so dumfounded by the revelation that she seemed to be lacking any normal senses. Everything seemed to collapse before her eyes. Before, it had all seemed so uncertain, so easy to back out of. But now everything was confirmed and arranged, it suddenly seemed so more real. “At least your parents got that bit right, I am rather highly regarded,”[/color] she spoke finally, allowing herself a small smile. The reality was that she was standing next to her future husband. Fantasy had never looked so good.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] tagged joshua andrew dalton. word count [/color] eight-four-nine. and the outfit[/color] click here to see i have to say[/color] sure, sounds like a plan (;[/size][/right]
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Post by joshua andrew dalton on May 19, 2010 21:13:04 GMT
Joshua smiled even more smugly as he noticed the look on her face. Not only was it a look of deep thought, it was a look that someone annoyed with something would have on their face. Joshua was sure that the thing that she was annoyed with was him, and probably something to do with something he'd said, or something he'd done. he didn't know which, but he revelled in the fact that he'd impacted her emotions so much, even if it was in a bad way. It was a way to make sure that she'd not forget the gobby Dalton boy though, when he left the school, and he liked the idea of making an impression that outlasted his stay at Hogwarts, which had in fact, only been a few months long. Now she was probably thinking about how it was obvious that he'd won this little argument, and in winning had also won their other argument, about him not being able to win after meeting her. He'd proved her wrong on both counts, and not only did she think he was cute, but she knew now that he was a winner too. Yes, Joshua had always been a sore loser, so it was in his best interests to win everything he tried his hand at, because it meant that he didn't get all mad and upset when he lost. Although he hardly lost, as he was so good at winning that it became something he expected nowadays. He noticed her dismissal of the topic and her acknowledgement of his win, as it came in the form of a simple eye roll, which was a brush off technique that was employed when one had nothing more to say on a certain topic, either because they found it boring, or they just didn't have a good comeback. Joshua was betting that her eye roll was indicative of the last one, and that she simply had no good defensive response to what he'd said.
All in all, Joshua was surprised at the likeness that she shared with him. She was exactly like him in the matter of a challenge. When a challenge was there, waiting to be accepted, Joshua couldn't just let it gather dust, he accepted even though sometimes he knew the challenge would be a tough one. But the thing was that he wouldn't expect it to be called a challenge if it wasn't a tough one, so he was prepared to do his best, and win, as usual. "I knew I had you spot on. It was clear to me by the look on your face"
[/color] He said with a shrug, although the hints of a smug smile were visible in the corner of his mouth, as he'd been right again, and that was like another victory for him. That made three so far, and he was expecting more too, as he loved winning! It gave him a sense of accomplishment, even if he didn't win anything big, or get any items out of it. Just the feeling was enough, and anything else was just a bonus. And there was a bonus with this. She'd argued that now that he'd met her, he'd not win again, but here he'd won, three times in a row. She had proof that he was just so damn good that he won a whole lot of times, and at the moment he was in the middle of a streak or wins. He was determined to rack up as many wins against her as he could, to prove that she was even more wrong than she'd first assumed. "Okay, so let's say eighties dancing instead. Come on, you have to know hammer time, or the running man."[/color] He said with a grin, remembering all those dance moves that he'd seen on the 'back to the eighties' music channels that played all the old music video's. He'd watched it once on the muggle television, and had laughed so much at the dances, although they looked pretty cool, it was just the clothes that made it bad. But Joshua had been wrong too. As he'd slagged off his wife to be, never guessing, never working out that he was actually talking to her. How did he not put two and two together and work out that he was to marry Jaslene? She was in an arranged marriage, he was in an arranged marriage, they were in arranged marriages at the same time. How did he not make that link? He didn't know, but he had to start acting like an idiot, and fast, as who knew how long it would be till the wedding? He needed to get out of this, and in double time, too. But he couldn't start for a moment, because he was trying to recover from the shock of the idea. "Yes. Daddy's little girl too. So your my fiancée?"[/color] He asked with a sigh, thinking of nothing else he could say to that. He hated that word, it sounded so restricting to him, like once he was married, that would be it for him. His parents would expect mini Dalton's and he would have to supply that demand. It would be awful! And he had to spend the rest of his life with Jaslene? Okay, so she was pretty, and she seemed like a decent girl, from all that they had said to one another. But he didn't really want to be tied to anyone right now, Jaslene Malfoy or otherwise! What was he going to do? [/size][/blockquote][/justify] Tagged Jaslene Malfoy ♥ Lyrics damned if i do ya - All Time Low Counted at long-ish or something Wearing clothes. You should know that josh hates his parents right now lol (-: Should I have his owl fly in with the letter in the next one? Credited to me.
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Post by jaslene guinevere dalton on May 22, 2010 10:49:50 GMT
If he thought that her silence was the signal that he’d won all of their competition, he was sorely mistaken. But, then, to an extent, so was she. She’d made all of these claims, and she had nothing to back them up. Not only this, but it would have seemed to almost anyone who happened to be passing by that he’d won the conversation. This was a sort of undeniable truth. Yet, she still disliked the idea. She’d actually claimed that she would always be the victor between their contests and all of a sudden, she’d been proved to be incorrect. This kind of injustice really irritated her. Why couldn’t it have been her stupid bird that had brought the bad news? The trouble here was like the young man had predicted, they were both unable to ignore a challenge such as that one, and that they were both extremely bad losers. It didn’t make sense that they would send him everything that they needed to, just as she set the terms of the bet.
Call it whatever you want, but she was rather bitter and slightly suspicious about the whole situation. Honestly, what were the chances that his owl would just happen to fly in with all the information they needed, at such a convenient moment in the conversation? She frowned at his expression, not liking it at that moment either. It wasn’t that she hated him, despite her reluctance, or that she hated the expression itself, it was that she was the one that should have been wearing that same despicably smug expression – she should have won. She was always the winner. She wasn’t about to let one boy take all of this away from her. Besides, from this small prototype, it was clear to see that this arrangement would never work. There was simply too much attitude, too much ego in the room. Who could seriously spend their life married to a man who would go out of his way to win everything, simply to be able to say that he’d won, instead of his wife. It was likely to be an exciting marriage, with lots of biting comments, but it wasn’t a marriage. Not in the same way that one should be.
“You know, Dalton, you really have a talent.”
[/color] Even as the words came out of her mouth, she found herself flinching somewhat at her choice of address. Usually, this wouldn’t have had any effect on her, as the name meant almost nothing to her. Before now, they had experienced a normal Slytherin type relationship – talking whenever they wanted something from the other person, but she couldn’t name a single occasion when she had actually sought his company out. She had always figured that he did not, and would never, mean anything to her. But when she was using the name that would undoubtedly be hers in the near future, it had a undesired weird effect on her. Brushing the unfamiliar emotion aside, she continued with her response. “You have this unfathomable ability to see things that aren’t actually there.”[/color] Yes, she was going to pretend that she’d won at least one part of this conversation. She was far too stubborn to just let this go. Dismissing his question, she shook her head, demonstrating her answer without much need to add anything else. “You might have been brought up with Muggle dance routines, but the rest of us have sadly missed out on that education.”[/color] The thought occurred to her, if she kept up this barrier, would he be able to enforce their deal? If she didn’t know how to dance in the manner that he wanted, would he simply alter the bet forfeit? She doubted it however. He didn’t seem like the type of person to change his mind, when he’d so obviously taken so much time to decide on what he thought was a perfect deal. Why would he then consider something else? If they had been friends, or even better acquaintances, he might have reconsidered, but they had no notable association, thus making her chances of humiliating herself slightly just that more likely. Her claims and complaints about her future spouse still didn’t seem altogether wrong, in her opinion. Sure, she’d been a bit melodramatic with the descriptions at some points, but some of them still applied to the now known husband. He was still incredibly arrogant, as shown by his behaviour towards her, thought he was right in everything, more than a little bit annoying, overly stubborn and argumentative. If she had been almost any other sixth year Slytherin girl, they would have been close to ecstatic, when receiving the news that this person happened to be their future. They were mostly obsessed with rich boys, with a good face, and she couldn’t deny outright that he didn’t have these two qualities. It was just unfortunate that the rest of his attributes seemed to overwrite the good ones. “Excuse me?”[/color] she asked immediately, hearing his criticism of her. “I’m nothing of the sort!”[/color] Sure, she’d always been able to twist her father round her finger, or however the saying went, but that didn’t necessarily correlate with what he’d suddenly concluded. “Besides, how do you think I feel, having to get married to Mr. Smug?”[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] tagged joshua andrew dalton. word count [/color] some no. of words. and the outfit[/color] click here to see i have to say[/color] sure, sounds like a plan (;[/size][/right]
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Post by joshua andrew dalton on May 22, 2010 13:31:22 GMT
Joshua was hardly ever wrong, especially about people, which is odd considering that he was only really ever close to his family members, so it wasn't like he had loads of experience with them. Although then again, it wasn't hard to believe because of the fact that he spent a hell of a lot of his family, so he knew the range of emotion really well from them. So he was able to pick it up in others too. And he knew right now that neither Joshua or Jaslene had been able to predict the information that the letter would contain, and neither of them was expecting it either. Neither of them had put together the fact that their parents would be looking for a pure blood match, to protect the blood, and they didn't link the idea that they were both in arranged marriages, and he was a guy and she was a girl. How did they not make the link and figure it out for themselves? It made sense, and if he'd really thought about that chance, then he would have worked it out much earlier, but he just wasn't thinking straight.
Josh watched Jaslene's expression, trying to figure out what she was thinking about, and her reaction to the whole situation. He didn't hate her, he just disliked the idea of having to spend his life with someone and having no choice in it. She was pretty, and he seemed to have a similar personality to her, as much as he disliked the idea of admitting it, but they were very alike. both liked a challenge, both couldn't turn down a challenge when it was set out on the table for them, and both of them thought that they would never lose. the truth of the matter was that he had lost because he wasn't able to decide what his future would involve, because he was losing that freedom to Jaslene and the choice that his family had made for him. He would curse the person who came up with idea of arranged marriage, because he hated losing his freedom, it was the one thing that he thought no one could take away from him, and they'd gone and took it away from him anyway. "Yeah I do know, many people have told me that I'm very talented in the past, but it never gets old hearing it"
[/color] Joshua said with a smirk, running his hand through his perfect hair. He knew she'd not meant it as a compliment, but it had sounded like it, and he revelled in that fact. "oh no, it was there, I saw it with my own, beautiful eyes, and perfect eyesight"[/color] He said smugly, with a shrug, knowing that she was doing her best to avoid admitting he was right, but he knew he was, he was always right. When she mentioned him being brought up with muggle dance routines he scoffed, as it made him sound like he hung out with muggles and mudbloods. "Well I shall have to teach you the moves"[/color] He said with a shrug, laughing a little and standing up. He didn't care who saw him dance, he was happy to make a fool of himself to make someone laugh, and he wanted to break the ice, as everything was kind of uncomfortable since the news of their impending marriage. He quickly demonstrated the mc hammer dance, followed by the running man, and including the rodger rabbit and the crab. He'd learned them from a dance montage on some random music video a while back, and figured they looked pretty awesome, to be fair. Once he was done, he took a bow, laughed and sat back down next to her, in time to hear her next comment. "Oh please! I bet that if you asked nicely, daddy would call of the wedding entirely. Have you tried that yet?"[/color] Joshua asked, rolling his eyes and wondering if she had. Because if she hadn't, he may still get out of this alive. "Well I bet you feel amazing, knowing that you get to spend forever with me, and, god forbid, bear my children"[/color] That last part sounded so wrong and less than appealing that he wished he could take that back so he didn't have to think about that right noe. [/size][/blockquote][/justify]
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Post by jaslene guinevere dalton on May 22, 2010 21:43:03 GMT
Rolling her eyes at his confident speech, which seemed to infect her thoughts, as she began to imagine the next sixty years or so in his presence, having to deal with all of this. She felt certain in this one respect – there would definitely be a lot of eye rolling during these years, at least on her part. “No offence meant, darling, but I suspect that these people will tell you anything that flatters your ego, in the hope of winning your attention.”
[/color] Despite her protests that he hadn’t got nice eyes, that she had never even thought of him being remotely attractive, she couldn’t refute the fact that a lot of girls thought the exact opposite of what she claimed to feel. In the same way that guys often said whatever they needed to, in order to get whatever they wanted, these girls were determined and frequently quite shameless in what they did to try and win his affection. In the past, she’d dismissed these girls as being pathetic, but now she was starting to fear for her life in some respects. It was evidently a good thing that she didn’t want to marry him, or there might have been murder on the cards. “Fine,”[/color] she sighed, having little energy to fight him on this level. “If I admit to you that I might or might not like your eyes, will you stop going on about it?”[/color] It was a detestable sound, those words coming from her own lips, willingly, but she could not envision a situation where he wouldn’t keep mentioning it, oh so offhandedly, if she didn’t just give him what he desired, and leave it there. Her light eyes narrowed suspiciously at his offer, one that seemed far too good to be true. If she were to be other than a hypocrite, and finish this stupid bet, she’d need all the help she could get. But would she really want some odd sort of dance coaching from her fiancé? The thought was odd, as was the word that her brain had used to describe him. All her suspicion was removed however, when he suddenly started to dance before her own eyes. For the first time in the conversation, she was quite amused, and this showed, in the form of a small appreciative laugh. It felt good, unexpectedly good as well. Most of her previous stress seemed to evaporate as of that moment. “Of course I’ve done that. I’ve tried everything,”[/color] she sighed, “What else am I supposed to do? I can hardly force him to change his mind.”[/color] The last sentence that came from his throat seemed to disturb the both of them. She didn’t know how to respond to that statement, because it hadn’t even occurred to her. Not only was she bound to marriage with someone that she would clearly have to work at, in order to make him suitable husband material, but now he also wanted her to give birth to his horrors that he would label children? It didn’t even make sense; she thought he hated, no scratch that, despised, the idea of being tied down, especially with a family, so why was he suddenly announcing that she would have to provide him with some mini Daltons? Not only did it not make sense, but it was rather creepy also. She’d never mentioned to anyone that she had any wish to have children, let alone at such a young age. Merlin, with all of this future family life being planned for her, anyone would think they thought she was twenty-seven, rather than a naïve seventeen year old. She didn’t like the idea of bearing anyone’s children to be honest. It wasn’t that she had a problem with him, or whatever random offspring he’d produce, rather that she wasn’t a baby person. She didn’t like them, or have any need for them. And if he or his parents expected her to sit around, giving up her personal freedom, for little people she didn’t even like, they were clearly insane. She somehow doubted that he seriously felt the need for her to give him any children, at least anytime soon, however, as his expression seemed to convey his own disgust at the thought. He obviously had regretted the words as soon as he’d spoken them. A good thing too, in her opinion. Given their genes, these children would undoubtedly be good-looking ones, stunning, maybe, (as probably noticed by the prospective grandparents), but there was no way in hell that she was submitting to another of their mad requests. The marriage was one thing, but having children was just a step too far. If they wanted grandchildren, they’d have to find another source, or have some themselves, because one thing was certain. There was no way that she was pushing one of those things out of her body. Not for him. Not for anyone.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] tagged joshua andrew dalton. word count [/color] eight-one-four words. and the outfit[/color] click here to see i have to say[/color] ah, my posts suck. i'm sorry :\ [/size][/right]
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Post by joshua andrew dalton on May 23, 2010 20:11:17 GMT
Okay, so Joshua had to admit that the girls who had told him that he was talented had followed him around for every moment that they could that Saturday, and the following Sunday too, so she had him there, although he wasn't about to say that, he would just shrug, and spin her some other lines that revealed how many girls had taken to practically stalking him around Hogwarts in the past few months that he'd called it his home. And alright, so that was one aspect of the castle that he didn't mind, as he always found it amusing to try and find ways to lose them, and then double back and watch them look for him, whilst managing to hide behind some tapestry in a passage or whatever. It was a fun pastime when the only other thing you had to do was homework and reading, and that really wasn't fun."Yeah, sweetheart, it's really flattering when a huge crowd of first, second, third and fourth years congregate around my legs, battering their eyelashes and smiling at me. Actually, it's kinda creepy. They're so lucky that I actually have morals"
[/color] Josh said with a shrug, knowing that he'd never do anything like that with anyone lower than a sixth year, unless it was like, an extremely old fifth year, who was unlucky enough to miss out on sixth year by like a month or something. Anyone younger than that, and it was just sick! It would be like Joshua being with someone who was his mothers age! How wrong was that? Although he did know that there were people into that whole cougar thing, but he was most certainly not one of them. Not that he was aloud to be anymore. Oh and that sweetheart that he included wasn't a sign of affection for his soon to be bride, it was just something put there solely for the purpose of annoying her, because 'darling' had most certainly gotten to him. "Gladly"[/color] Joshua said, trying to hide a triumphant smile, and just managing, as he was saving that for when she admitted that not only was she lying, but she did like his eyes, because both of them knew that should she admit that she may or may not like his eyes, that meant that she did, otherwise there was nothing really to remark upon, so there wouldn't have been any reason to bring up his eyes in the first place. After Josh had sat back down, he heard that small laugh, it seemed to echo in his mind, and he was satisfied at least, that he'd managed to make her laugh. he liked making people laugh, the sound of it was nice, and the feeling of accomplishment that he felt, when he knew that he at least gave someone a moment of happiness and amusement, it was fantastic. He grinned wildly for a moment, but got a grip on his self, and pulled his grin into a normal smile, slightly cocky and arrogant as usual. "Oh. Hmm. Blackmail? Emotional blackmail. Ohh ohh! I have it! Tape him to a chair and then insist that should he not cancel the arrangement, you will remove every hair from his head with tweezers, one by one, and then work on the ones on his arms and legs, then using wax, until he gives in"[/color] Joshua joked, trying again to keep the atmosphere light. He knew that she'd hear the joking tone in his voice, and wouldn't take that torturous idea seriously, as he wasn't that mean. Bear his children. Merlin he practically shuddered visibly when he strung those words together in a sentence. It was unthinkable, and not right! He didn't want children, he wasn't ready, and he was sure that Jaslene wasn't particularly happy about the idea either. But he knew that in the future, there would be a time when one or both of them would want a child, and he knew that his parents were probably after grandchildren to carry the Dalton blood around already, and seeing as they were married, the only proper children to have would be with each other, and that would just be wrong. He didn't like the word 'bear', it was like it was some sort of burden that was hanging over their heads expectantly. He could see his parents practically jumping up and down at the idea of grandkids, and then it would just be him and Jaslene, both unsure whether they wanted children, and definitely unsure whether they wanted children together. He wasn't a baby person, to speak the truth, and Joshua couldn't see himself in a ward with some midwifes or whatever they were called, telling Jaslene to push his little burden into the world, as it just seemed like an alien concept to him, much like being a father in general did. He was seventeen years old, why should he be forced into a marriage that he wasn't happy with, and then expected to get his wife pregnant with the children that would probably have the mind of the devil in them? And furthermore, the idea of having sex with Jaslene seemed wrong, somehow, although he knew that would be expected too. Okay, so she was pretty, but it seemed wrong! Of course any child that they did have together, mind of the devil or not, would be undeniably good looking, and probably would manage to take over the world in one move. There was no way that he was helping conceive the next world ruler, because Merlin knew what demands the child would ask for! No, marriage was one thing, but there was no way that he was giving in to any hair brained scheme involving children. There was also no way that he'd let a part of him grow inside Jaslene, because that would mean that they were tied together in more than marriage, it would be in parenthood too, and that was one concept that he was refusing to even acknowledge existed. [/size][/blockquote][/justify] Tagged Jaslene Malfoy ♥ Lyrics damned if i do ya - All Time Low Counted at 1005 or something Wearing clothes. You should know ohh long too Credited to me.
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Post by jaslene guinevere dalton on May 29, 2010 14:51:04 GMT
From his expression, she knew that she was correct in her assumptions. The people who told him he was beautiful and generally gushed about his appearance were undoubtedly those who could not even manage to hide their feelings. Given that Hogwarts didn’t educate many people, despite the large size of the building, it was evident that younger students, with high libidos, would take to whatever half-attractive student that passed their way. When you weren’t exactly spoiled for choice, particularly with the quality of men available for study at this school, she couldn’t criticise those younger girls for craving the attention of these better looking boys. Not that she would ever have done anything like this, however. Not that it really mattered now. She didn’t need to look for anyone else, in any respect, as her future life seemed all done and sorted. There was no need for her to trail after some attractive idiot, purely to satisfy her current obsessions, unlike most of the girls who frequently shared her lessons. In her opinion, not only did they need to find someone to share part of their lives with, but actually finding a life would be a good beginning point. This kind of stalkerish behaviour wasn’t alluring, in the slightest. It was however humorous for her to watch. Sadly for them, she didn’t think that they’d view it in the same comical way, when they came to look back on their previous years.
As he had probably predicted, the sound of the term of endearment was a strange, and rather objectionable, feeling. It didn’t sound right at all. Using those sort of words was reserved for the type of couples that needed a good drenching in cold water, in order to cool off. “You say that,”
[/color] she rolled her eyes at his obvious use of sarcasm in these statements. “I don’t see you objecting at the time. But, hey, don’t listen to me, you enjoy all of that attention, it’s not like we’re married or anything.”[/color] That was another weird choice of phrase. She’d witnessed other people her age use those words so many times, but it didn’t carry the same significance for them- they weren’t in the same situation, and she hoped that they never found themselves in this horrible situation, she wouldn’t have wished it on the most annoying person at Hogwarts. The difference in this situation was that they were getting married, so the phrase didn’t seem to make sense. It also made her shuffle slightly, feeling somewhat uncomfortable at reminding herself of their intertwined fate. “And yes, I’m so pleased that you can manage to keep your trousers on. It’s something that most people can manage, without mentioning it as though they deserve a prize, but yes, congratulations for having the normal morality of humanity.”[/color] If he was using sarcasm, she was more than happy to do the same. The thought that she was being incredibly immature did occur to her, but she was content to ignore it. If he was delighted to hear her admit this, why hadn’t he just suggested that she say it immediately after she’d made that ridiculous mistake? Clearly, he was a difficult individual who enjoyed making others work through their errors, only telling them what would be suitable to do or say, when they were near to a breakdown. It was likely that she was jumping to conclusions, and trying to paint the boy in the worst light she possibly could, for whatever reason, but it helped. Taking a breath, as though she was about to say something that should have never left her head, she sighed, before saying the words that he so desperately seemed to want. “I think you, Joshua Dalton, have nice eyes.”[/color] Shaking a strand of hair out of her eyes, she turned her own gaze to his, “Will that do, or will you be requiring a superlative in that sentence? Beautiful, perhaps?”[/color] She probably shouldn’t have asked this either. Now, he’d obviously want to hear that she thought of his eyes being beautiful, whether she truly felt that way at all. But, perhaps, if she was lucky, and he wasn’t as bad as she was currently making him out to be, he’d recognise how hard it was for her to admit anything like that, let alone demanding that she say anything else. Besides, nobody that was human could possibly be as bad as she believed him to be at this moment. Best to ignore the last sentence. His suggestions about extorting the answer that they both wanted were rather peculiar, to say the least. It was beginning to seem apparent as to why his parents had unmistakably turned insane, when one of their eldest children had ideas like this. Weird ideas like these springing from nowhere weren’t exactly normal, and nor was arranging marriages for your children during this century. The two had to be connected, she couldn’t think of there being no coincidence. Of course, from her knowledge of Joshua Dalton, she knew that he wasn’t serious with his answer. Had she not picked up on the joking tone, she probably would have turned and ran, without a second glance behind her. The joking tone stopped her from responding with a ‘what the fuck are you smoking?’ kind of inquiry, but it couldn’t stop her from wondering how someone like him could even imagine such a situation. “If it’s all the same to you…”[/color] she began, thoughtfully, as though momentarily considering his absurd ideas, “I think I’ll stick to my daughterly charm.”[/color] It became obvious to her that they were both choosing to not to speak on the issue of being expected to have children. It was the best course of action, in her opinion, and as shown through this conversation, her own opinion was the only one that she felt truly mattered. After all, he got to marry her, how did he really lose out? On the other hand, she was the one expected to wait at home, babysitting, waiting for him to return, him to earn all of the money, him to want or love her. She couldn’t see why any woman would want this future, being a boring, lifeless housewife, with no excitement, regardless of whether they married someone they loved or not. As far as she was concerned, everything could happen, they could drag her kicking and screaming towards her future, but she’d run away. And every time they found her and brought her back, she’d run away again. Running as far as she could possibly go, ignoring everything else, just running until she couldn’t run anymore. Running away from everyone and every feeling that could hurt her. It solved everything for Forrest Gump, according to a Muggle film, so why not for her? [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] tagged joshua andrew dalton. word count [/color] longer than the last one. and the outfit[/color] click here to see i have to say[/color] ah, posts suck. and late. i'm sorry :\ [/size][/right]
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Post by joshua andrew dalton on May 29, 2010 16:24:51 GMT
Joshua still couldn't get over the fact that girls thought him so hot that they'd follow him around. After all, that is quite creepy! He'd lived all his life in the Dalton estate, and although he did know that he was good looking, from the looks he got when walking down the street, he didn't know that it was to the extent that he'd have stalkers! When he'd first come to the castle, he'd not realised, but after a while, he picked up on the giggles and the same group of girls who'd wander around the dungeons after him, stopping when he stopped and turning when he turned. He'd found it amusing and creepy at the same time, but also sort of flattering. But now it was getting annoying, because he couldn't go anywhere without these damned girls tailing him. He was glad at least that they'd managed to restrain or distract themselves long enough to miss out on following him around the grounds and under this tree, because had they followed him, chances were that he'd have shouted at them, and acted all crazy to let them leave him alone. Clinging to people's ankles wasn't the most attractive of things to do, and it wouldn't win his heart. Especially because he had siblings who were older than them, and they came up to his kneecaps, so he'd hurt his back if he ever tried to kiss one. "I didn't object because I think that if I turned around and asked them to leave me alone, I'd have permanent extras attached to my body in the form of first year girls. And that would make it awkward at the alter. I can imagine it now, one girls arm, muffling my speech in a last attempt to make me hers"
[/color] He joked, laughing inwardly at the mental image that he'd conjured up on a random whim. Wow, maybe that would actually stop him from getting married! He could insist that he tried to say I do but it's the girls fault! Although somehow he thought that this wouldn't work, and the chances are that his parents would have the girls removed using some spell, and the marriage would go on as planned. There's another idea out the window. "Thank you, I'm saving myself for my wedding night"[/color] He answered back, as if she was about to use sarcasm to have a go at his morals, he was going to state the truth. That they would be expected to consummate their marriage, and that thought, it didn't bear thinking about. Okay, so he wouldn't deny that he was a little happy at that thought, after all, Jaslene was very pretty. But the thoughts were that it would be her for the rest of his life, and no one else, as that would be adultery. It would be evil, and he had the thought for a moment that maybe if she refused to sleep with him, their marriage wouldn't be valid and they could seperate. But then, his parents wouldn't be happy with him, and he doubted her father would be happy with her either, and that could be bad for both of them. "Why thank you, Jaslene! I think your eyes are very pretty"[/color] He said with a grin, honestly at least. She did have pretty eyes, but he was waiting for her to compliment him first, and admit that he was right. "Yeah, beautiful would be great."[/color] He joked, before quickly continuing "nice is a perfectly good description for now, thank you."[/color] he finished with a crooked smile on his lips. He could tell that it was hard for her to say that, and he admired her for having the guts to admit defeat. He hated being wrong. Josh smiled at her reaction to his suggested torture method. Fair play, thinking back it did sound kind of creepy, odd and crazy, but he was joking and had come up with it randomly. He'd basically said it as it came into his head, as he did say a lot of things sometimes that he didn't think about. But it was rare, especially these days, that he said things without thinking them through, because he usually had to watch his mouth around his parents these days, although he could say what he wanted around Beth, even though he could tell that sometimes Beth held things back for him. he didn't know why, but he didn't question her, as if she didn't want to tell him, she probably had a good reason. And besides, everyone had the right to have their own secrets should he want to keep them, and if she wanted to keep them then that was up to her, even though a burden shared was a burden halved in his opinion. He was glad that he knew it was Jaslene who he was marrying, because he felt a whole lot better being able to share the burden and talk about the marriage with her, as it did feel a lot less serious. He did feel like the burden had been halved, in fact, and he was carrying half of it, and now his fiancée, Jaslene, had the other half. And that was how it would be forever. He'd probably be expected to share every problem he had with her, and she'd carry half the burden with her too. He couldn't imagine it, married life with her. She didn't seem the type of girl who would love to be a housewife, cooking and cleaning and waiting for him to come back. In fact, the idea of her waiting for him proved one to be quite comical. He couldn't imagine her stood by the window, with a baby in her arms, waiting for him, her husband to come home. Joshua was actually quite scared by the way that his gut reacted to that image, as it didn't look to bad in his head. Wow, no. He wasn't going to have kids with her. She'd probably shoot him with a spell should he even try! "Hey, it's your choice! Now, is there anything I can do that will help our cause of free the children?"[/color] He asked, wondering what he could do to pitch in and avoid that twisted family image being his future. He could beg and plead some more, he supposed, because if he could annoy them enough they could give in. [/size][/blockquote][/justify] Tagged Jaslene Malfoy ♥ Lyrics damned if i do ya - All Time Low Counted at 1070 n.n Wearing clothes. You should know Wow. family image worried him lol Credited to me.
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Post by jaslene guinevere dalton on May 30, 2010 13:19:46 GMT
Seeing that the boy had returned to his own fantasies, it allowed her time to think also. Now, given the things that she was currently bound to rethink, it might have seemed a good or bad thing. Really, it would have depended on what her mind automatically jumped to. However, in this current climate, the thoughts that were running through her head were almost inevitably negative ones. There was however one small consolation, regardless of whether he or she had won their contest, they both now knew who they were engaged to. No matter whom she was getting married to, it was better to know what she was getting into. The lack of sufficient knowledge had been one of the worst things about the whole situation. She supposed that she should have been more grateful that she had found herself in the exact same situation as someone else who felt the same way that she did about the whole thing. This gave them more opportunities to convince either set of parents to pull out of this stupid agreement. It wouldn’t have been anything like as easy had she been betrothed to some other weird rich, pureblood Slytherin. If she imagined that life with Joshua Dalton wouldn’t be that easy, she was extremely glad that it wasn’t anybody else. But that led her to other unfamiliar thoughts. Did this mean she was pleased with the choice? No, she thought, shaking her head fiercely, not pleased, just not disgusted by their arrangement.
“Like I said, you can say what you want,”
[/color] She didn’t expect him to open up and reveal all of his innermost feelings, as she doubted that even his twin sister knew everything about him, but she was entirely confident that he wasn’t being utterly truthful right now. How could any seventeen-year-old boy be completely oblivious to all of these girls throwing themselves at his feet? “But you can’t expect me to believe that you don’t get even the smallest sense of pleasure from that attention.”[/color] She couldn’t force him to tell her anything, if he chose not to, but given that they were now being forced to spend most of their lives together from this point onwards, she wanted to test him. It wasn’t a difficult test, but when they didn’t know each other as well as some other people, it would be hard for both parties involved to start talking honestly and openly with their intended partner. It was ridiculous for him to claim that he didn’t receive some feeling of satisfaction from seeing all of this adoration directed at him. Unless he could demonstrate that he wasn’t like the normal teenage boy, she believed that he’d have to admit this feeling, before she allowed any sort of comment of this nature again. If it came down to it, she could force herself to tolerate most of his other characteristics, however irritating, but she couldn’t abide living with someone who was going to lie to her. Now, as previously mentioned, and demonstrated through this little meeting, Joshua Dalton and Jaslene Malfoy had been perfectly content to acknowledge each other, before today, and not think about each other for the remainder of the day, or until they saw the other again. She could sincerely say that before finding out that she was supposed to coexist with this boy, she had never given him another thought. She was almost certain that the same applied to him. But now, when faced with the young man who she had to be nice to, in order to help their united cause, she couldn’t help but occasionally think things that she probably shouldn’t. Like when he replied to her sarcastic comments, she couldn’t stop herself from wondering if he was telling the truth. Here, it should probably be noted that Jaslene didn’t criticise every movement or speech that Josh made, it was just that the situation was starting to make her think a bit differently about various things. But, unlike the attention question, she couldn’t envision the last thing he said being accurate. If she was to believe that so many girls were fascinated in him, why would she believe his statement? She didn’t believe it. How could a boy like him not have slept with countless other people? It was weird, but admirable if true. Sadly, she couldn’t think of anything but this possible deceit. But if it weren’t true, why would he say that? It wasn’t the type of thing a seventh year boy would voluntarily admit. There was always the possibility that he had said it, purely for the effect of scaring her with more details of their proposed future life together. If this was what he had planned, with that statement, then it had worked. She couldn’t hide the small expression of disgust that covered her face after this was said. With everything that had happened, she’d overlooked this important detail. She’d managed, Merlin knew how, to forget that marriage meant that she couldn’t sleep with anyone else. It also meant that he’d be the first and last man that she slept with, in her life. Sure, she didn’t like the idea, but if it happened, she wouldn’t go pursuing the affection of other men. She might have been a Slytherin, thus making her a sly, manipulative woman, according to the impressions of the remaining three houses, but she would go behind someone’s back and have an affair. That kind of behaviour was detestable and reserved for those without a conscience. Still, the thought of only having sex with one guy was daunting, to say the least. How was she supposed to know anything after so little experience? And the three adults expected her to be pleased with their choice? What if they weren’t a good couple, intellectually, socially, or sexually? Was she supposed to grin and bear it? Well, there wouldn’t be any grinning from her. They could go fuck themselves. Pulling herself out of this downward spiral, she glanced up at his compliment. Had she not said anything similar beforehand, she would have cringed at this attempt of a flattering gesture. She wasn’t all about the teenage puppy love and romance. Straight talking and proper emotion was the way forward, in her opinion. There was far less chance of being messed around when you weren’t sugarcoating your language. She would never have told him so, but the expression now falling across her face probably told him everything he needed to know, but she was kind of grateful that he hadn’t taken advantage of the situation and asked her to describe his eyes in more glowing terms. It must have been obvious to him that she had struggled with her own compliment, and this thought comforted her. Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad, after all. No, this was an evil thought. She didn’t want to be married to her, and he didn’t want to get married to her. Since they both felt the same way, they ought to be imagining situations where they could return to their normal everyday lives and assume their usual acknowledgement of each other in passing in the hallways. But, say this happened, would it really be the same? How could you go back to your normal life, after all of this happened and threatened to turn your entire world on its head? She didn’t like the look on his face. It reminded her far too much of her moment of weakness when she’d considered them actually being a couple. These types of thoughts didn’t help anybody. How were they supposed to get out of this, if they were both beginning to think it wouldn’t be that bad? No, this couldn’t happen, even if it was ended purely to stick fingers up at their parents and prove them wrong. If there was one thing that annoyed her most about this whole thing was the expression that her father seemed to wear whenever she asked about the richest details. It would be worth it just to rid his face of this ever-amused look, as though she would soon be singing to another tune. But as both of the students present had realised, their marriage would never work, and the parents would do well to realise this soon. You couldn’t expect to choose a suitable partner for your child and them to fall in love, have children, and live happily ever after. Maybe it worked for sad little kitchen girls in fairytales, but this was real life, and no such thing would ever happen between her and a Dalton. It didn’t take a genius to work this out. He wanted some girl that he loved, and that certainly wasn’t her. She wanted to be left alone, to be allowed to live her life, without being weighed down by the pressure of families, how could he expect to provide her with this much freedom? Anyone could see that it was a brainless match. Anyone, apart from the people organising it. It was her choice. He was right, in that respect. But it was also partly his choice as well. Well, maybe not in how she managed to convince her father than his little girl would be better remaining in his immediate company, than to be sent off to live with some equally reluctant boy. And like they had both agreed, she was probably far more suitable to think of ideas how to persuade her parent, than to employ some of the frankly dark and sinister techniques that he was suggesting. But as to what he could do, she was stumped. She didn’t know the nature of either of his parents, so how was she supposed to think up a suitable method for him to use on them? It was difficult enough with her own attempts, without adding to it his problems. A thoughtful expression filled her features. “I don’t know,”[/color] she confessed slowly. “You’re the man, you’re meant to be the one who decides what we do.”[/color] Her own inspiration was seriously lacking at the moment, excepting some less appealing ideas. “I suppose we could resort to desperate measures.”[/color] Of course, she wouldn’t be using any of these until the situation looked so bleak that it became compulsory to do so. “Where do you stand on punching me in the stomach, or wherever, so that I can’t physically bear children?”[/color] After all, what was the point in a wife who couldn’t give you children? It was almost foolproof. “Except I don’t fancy your chances, if my father were to find out.”[/color] And now she was concerned about his health? Everything she thought she knew was changing. And she didn’t like it at all. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] tagged joshua andrew dalton. word count [/color] longer than the last one. and the outfit[/color] click here to see i have to say[/color] became longer than i thought ahhaa! [/size][/right]
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Post by joshua andrew dalton on Jun 2, 2010 8:55:23 GMT
Life with Jaslene Malfoy wouldn't be easy. Joshua could tell that right now, just from the conversation that they were having. She liked winning, and she enjoyed having her own way, so no doubt the fact that her father had decided not to let her have her own way, and to take away her freedom had thrown her off track. Thus, she was probably venting her frustration and anger on him, and maybe even thinking that he had something to do with making this marriage happen, thus probably blaming him for existing, and being mad that soon he'd be her husband. Or at least, that was what Joshua was assuming, and no doubt that if she blamed him for the marriage, then she'd hate him for the rest of his life making the marriage awkward and hate filled, and then making it even worse for the both of them which would result in blaming him more for pushing her into a marriage that she wasn't happy with and having a husband that she hated beyond doubt. And that would make everything worse and la la la. You get the point. It's like circular reasoning, because something happened, she feels a certain way which means that something else happens and that gets her even more angry and then it results in Joshua Dalton jumping off the top of the astronomy tower. But even with all that circular reasoning that was giving Joshua a headache, he knew that he was glad that he wasn't marrying someone else. Now did that mean that he was happy with the choice? No, he denied inwardly, knowing that he was just glad that 1) She was relatively pretty, 2) against the idea of children, and 3) Smart and cunning enough to help him figure out a way out of the marriage.
"Well, to tell the truth, it is kinda flattering, but it gets on your nerves after awhile. It's like, i just want to ask how to say 'go away' in stalker language, because saying it in English doesn't work"
[/color] Josh said with a smirk, stopping himself from laughing at his own comment. Even though it did get really annoying, at the same time it let him know that he was awesome enough and hot enough for these girls to employ their stalker training and follow him around the castle. He wondered if it was possible for them to have put some tracking spell on him that meant that they could find him within a certain radius of them. If there was such a spell, he'd have to hunt through every book in the library and tear out any reference to it, because he hated being stalked now, and that spell would make everything worse. He wasn't metal that you could use a detector to find! He was human, a person, and someone who needed to be left the hell alone! He supposed anyway, that he had to be at least slightly honest with his wife to be, although there were some things he wasn't about to give up. After all, not even Beth knew everything about him, and he wasn't about to tell Jaslene his inner most secrets and expect to get anything back. She seemed the type of person to keep things close to her heart if she didn't trust someone. And she also seemed the type of person to know what she could share and not have repercussions of, and what she had to keep to herself for her own good. He was also that type of person. Before this convention on the grass, Joshua Dalton was perfectly happy to bob his head to Jaslene in the hallways, acknowledging at least that she was there, whether he had a group of girls clinging to his converse or not. But now, they had to do a lot more than that. What, was he expected to like, kiss her or something every time that he saw her? Was he entitled to? She was to be his wife after all, but surely if he tried it, she'd like, murder him or something? What happens when at the alter he's told to kiss the bride, and when he does she hits him? It wouldn't be funny, could he put in for spousal abuse? maybe that would mean a quickie divorce and no need to, Merlin forbid, consummate the marriage. And would she believe that he was in fact, a virgin? It was notable that yes, he did have gaggles of girls stalking him around corners and behind tapestries, but that didn't mean that he jumped into bed with all of them. In fact, he was saving himself, but not for marriage, because he wasn't expecting that so soon, and he wasn't about to wait till he was thirty three to get his rocks off. But he was saving himself for someone that he felt comfortable with, and someone that he actually liked. Joshua was old fashioned in this respect at least, that he wouldn't sleep with a girl that he didn't like enough to consider spending years with. But did that mean that he was happy to sleep with Jaslene and only Jaslene for the rest of his life? He wouldn't cheat, as he was too much of a gentleman, (believe it or not) for that, so once they were married, that really was it. And okay, it was fair to say that Joshua had added the marriage bit in to get at her, because she was remarking upon his stalkers, so he had to say something to even the playing field. By the look of disgust on her face, it seemed that the idea had hit home just as he wished. He couldn't even bring himself to smirk though, because he knew that it really was a big thing. After they said I do, they were stuck with each other, and that meant in life and in bed, and it was clear that neither of them was happy with that arrangement at that moment in time. What if they weren't compatible in life or in bed? What if they didn't make each other happy in that department? Then what? Were they both stuck in a sexually boring marriage, with no one for company but themselves? He shuddered at the thought, hoping that they were at least skilled enough to keep each other happy in the marriage sack. Joshua caught the look on her face after the compliment and he rolled his eyes and looked away. Great, so she didn't like compliments? Or she just didn't like compliments when she wasn't sure whether the compliment was real or not? Either way, compliments were out of the window then because the chances of her thinking that anything he said was real straight away was slim to none. No doubt that she was doubting every single thing that he was saying. Great, this marriage would be fun. At least he'd been a good boy, he could have enjoyed watching her struggle, but knowing that there was a chance that he'd spend forever with this woman, it probably wasn't a good idea. Joshua's parents really needed to stop seeing things through rose tinted spectacles. This wasn't a fairytale, he was no Cinderfella, and he wasn't about to give in that easily. He was fighting for his freedom, much like those who had fought in the great battle many years ago, although it was against something very different. "What the hell gave them the idea that this would work? Do they really think that we'd give in so easily?"[/color] He asked aloud, sure that his parents couldn't know him at all if they thought that he'd just sit still, be quiet and agree. They were wrong. [coolor=steelblue]"Okay, bombard them with letters, send them chocolates arranged in messages to stop the marriage, threaten not to say 'I do' at the alter, and make them look like a fool. Mess up their papers using magic and insist that should they make me carry on with this marriage, not only will I throw myself off the top of the astronomy tower, I will take anything important to them with me."[/color] He listed, trying to keep ideas coming until he could find a good one. He was ignoring the 'your the man' comment, because he didn't want to face the fact that as a husband he'd be expected to make choices to effect the both of them, and that would end up in disaster, as he was never the most sensible of men. "Somewhat fortunately for you, should this marriage go as planned, I am not a woman beater. Although we could always lie. You could say that you couldn't have children, we'll charm any doctor into saying the same thing, and we're safe!"[/color] He said with a grin, knowing that this probably wouldn't work, as great an idea as it was. "I'm sure there's much worse things than your father. My father, for instance"[/color] He said slowly, knowing that if his parents ever wanted any information from him, they weren't beyond employing torturous techniques using magic to gain it. [/size][/blockquote][/justify] Tagged Jaslene Malfoy ♥ Lyrics damned if i do ya - All Time Low Counted at 1525 n.n Wearing clothes. You should know quite long! Sorry it took so long to post! Credited to me.
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Post by jaslene guinevere dalton on Jun 2, 2010 21:03:47 GMT
Now it might have appeared, from this conversation, that the Slytherin girl not only hated the idea of marriage, but also the idea of spending her married life with the person beside her. It might have appeared that way, and not without reason, but it wasn’t true. Whatever impression she was currently giving off, it was magnified and contorted by the strange brain processes that were going on in her head. While she might have looked like she felt everything was much worse, because she had to get married to this particular individual, anyone who thought like this would have been wrong. In several ways, she was actually rather pleased that it was he, rather than some of the other boys in her year or the one above. It was factual to say that she had never thought of a possibility where she found herself attracted to him, or ever thought that she wanted more from their previous casual acquaintance, but she didn’t hate him. Since it was the marriage itself that she hated, there wasn’t anything he could do to make it better.
Not that she imagined he would want to smooth things out between them. What was it to him if she disliked him? It simply made his line of argument about why he shouldn’t get married even more logical. It was one thing to live with someone that you could force yourself to be civil to, if the situation absolutely required it, but it was a whole different thing to be stuck with someone that you despised. Maybe this was the solution, after all this time; she’d come back to the obvious solution. If his darling little girl couldn’t stand the boy she was engaged to, would her father really find it in his heart to enforce such a potentially damaging experience? So, all she had to do was to make him hate her. That was much easier said than done, seeing as she couldn’t read his mind or even his expressions very well, thereby greatly reducing her chances of knowing where she already stood in his opinions. How was she supposed to make herself lower, if she didn’t know how much it was going to take? Besides, something told her that he wasn’t the type of boy to give into something as obvious as this. Damn.
Time to move onto the next promising solution then. If any of the previous ideas could be labelled ‘promising.’ So far, the ideas, especially her own, had been leaning towards the desperate side, not even considering whether it would actually work, or not. A lot more thought and effort needed to go into these suggestions, if either of them wanted them to fill the desired effect, otherwise it all seemed rather pointless to even say them aloud. Even as she’d thought it, some of her ideas seemed too extreme. Like the one about making him loathe her, it was almost sure to work, since he’d probably return the same amount of civility to her, making her hate him back, but something inside felt wrong at the thought of him detesting her. It was a weird twitch; as though a small part of her body was protesting against the idea of making this boy who was perfectly courteous at the moment, hate her to the extreme that he’d never want her. Having never known this feeling before, she had no choice but to ignore it. How was she supposed to soothe an emotion that she didn’t recognise?
Although she didn’t want to say as much, she was slightly surprised that he seemed to be telling her the truth concerning his feelings about his faithful second year companions. It wasn’t that she was shocked that he wasn’t lying; obviously she didn’t think that the guy walked around Hogwarts, compulsively lying. It was just that she hadn’t expected him to admit his true feelings to her. “I wouldn’t know,”
[/color] she said, raising an eyebrow at his honesty, although unable to stop a small bout of admiration creeping into the tone of her voice. “I can’t say I’ve ever been the centre of the stalker scene.”[/color] She wasn’t all too sure that she would have passed the same test. She wasn’t all for caring and sharing, and as such, many of her secrets never left her lips. Not that what he had told her really qualified as a secret, but she wasn’t confident that she could have done the same. Se might have doubted the sincerity of his words, but now she believed what he was saying, well the majority of it anyway. There were some things that she would never have believed, regardless of the boy who said it. Perhaps what was most disturbing was that her father appeared to genuinely think that the two were a good match. She could not see what he saw. Of course she didn’t know what Joshua’s parents thought of her, or what their reasons behind proposing this marriage were, but she was sure that she would have been happier with these motives, as opposed to her father’s belief that they would be a blissful couple. Who in their right mind would have thought that the two of them belonged together? Not only was it one of the most outlandish philosophies she’d ever heard, but also it was so far away from the truth, that she could have laughed. Or at least, she might have laughed, had the situation been funny. But if he wasn’t the right person for her, one might have inquired, who exactly was her ideal man? Frankly, she wouldn’t have wanted to marry any of the people she knew, no matter how attractive she found him, no matter how well they got along, she wasn’t the marrying kind! And nothing her parents, or his parents could do, let alone him, would ever change this. “Well, my father’s obviously deluded myself that this could work, but as for your parents, you’d have to ask them,”[/color] she commented, frowning at his question. She couldn’t help but suspect that his parents’ reasons were less honourable. “Chocolates?”[/color] she repeated, enunciating the word as though she thought he might have been heading the same way as their parents in the mental state area. “We’re supposed to be stopping this wedding ceremony, not romancing them with gifts.”[/color] It was rather strange that she had the nerve to be criticising his ideas when she had failed to come up with any decent plans of her own, but what could she say? It was just her character to do so and she couldn’t help it if his ideas weren’t as good as they should have been, right? She was merely trying to help him. As soon as the mention of him dropping off the astronomy tower reached her ears, a small yelp of panic left her lips, making her regret it almost instantly. Stupid Jaslene. Regaining her standard expression, she pouted. “And I’m supposed to be pleased that you’d rather commit suicide than be married to me?”[/color] The very notion of this being true was rather hurtful. Surely he wasn’t that desperate to end the marriage, that he’d end his life instead?[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] tagged joshua andrew dalton. word count [/color] longer than the last one. and the outfit[/color] click here to see i have to say[/color] awwh, cutenesss ♥ [/size][/right]
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