Post by tanyaden on Dec 19, 2011 15:45:51 GMT -5
s h o u ld i g i v e u p o r s h o u l d i
just keep chasing pavements even though it
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| [atrb=width,240] Tanya loved this time of the evening best. She slipped out of the warm bath water and reached for the soft material of her tattered, old white bathrobe. Wrapping itself around her wet body, she towelled her blonde hair lazily before giving it a cheeky shake, like a dog would. She hoped fervently that Irina would not remark on the droplets of water hitting the Monet, casually displayed above the unused toilet. Tonight was not a night for a fight. Downstairs, the house was eerily quiet. Twilight was setting over the forest and Tanya watched the pale sun set over the horizon through the large glass windows. She smiled as she heard the faint notes of piano music wafting through the air from the nearby Cullen residence. Edward and his piano. These days, he seemed to play just one song. Again and again. A beautiful yet haunting lullaby. It made Tanya smile and yet growl with jealousy all at the same time. Moving to Forks had been a good idea. Yes, she was forced to endure lessons and other boring human activities, but it was nice to be so close to the Cullens again. They seemed so new and fresh and made life just a little bit more exciting. Of course, Tanya loved her own coven. Perhaps more than she had ever loved anything before. But yet she could never say no to just a sprinkle more of fun to her life. And this fun came through the stream of teenage hormones that seemed to follow her and her sisters through the local school. Children these days, she tutted, any such behaviour in her day would have earned a whipping... or worse. She shuddered at the memory before turning away from the window. <br> From upstairs, she could hear footsteps growing louder and louder as they began to tread down the stairs. Sighing, Tanya tightened her bathrobe and a smile spread across her lips as she spied her coven mate heading towards her. | [atrb=width,100] words , 332 words tagged , Anyone from the Denali coven notes , OOC: I love Dianna Agron.  |
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