shame on us, ramilda

[sebastian william devereux]

_{shame on us, doomed from the start}

may god have mercy on our dirty little hearts
shame on us for all we've done
for all that we ever were
just zeros and ones

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he could feel the boat rocking as it sailed through the waves, his messy hair thrown into chaos by the wind they were racing against, sun-glasses perched a top a tanning nose as he took in the view around him - the sun, the sand, the sea, the bikini clad figures on the beach, the well-built surfers on their boards, the gulls soaring in and out of the water, the rippling aquamarine water as the shore drew closer and closer. he had never owned a boat before, but it was one of the first things he'd brought when he moved here. it just seemed so.. natural to own a boat on an island. and he'd had a certain fondness for big watery bodies ever since his parents had taken him on an expensive cruise when he was about seven. it was one of the few trips the devereux's had taken together as a family, and though the term 'family' meant nothing to him, the cruise was well-marked in his memory as one of the most pleasurable experiences in his life.

as he drew closer to the docks, he directed the bow to the starboard, reversing thrust to generate thrust as he turned the stern to port and gently docked the boat. sailing was easy to get into, and he was already immersed by it. or perhaps he felt that back because everything came naturally to him - being a genius had its down sides, and learning things too quickly to appreciate their full potential was one of them. where others struggled with sweat upon their brows, he simply glided through. it was nor a gift or a curse. carefully anchoring the boat, he stepped back to reflect on his handiwork, before jumping onto the pier and pushing his hands into his pant pockets. the sun was warm upon his face as he started walking the pier towards the bay, towards the mingling bodies crowding together in the salty atmosphere.

a smile here - a nod there. how easy it was to blend in with the unsuspecting crowds, to appear as one of 'them'. how naive they were to not see what was hiding in their midst - him, a crippled form of a monster who took pleasure in their pain, and found their happiness and smiles shaming. perhaps because he couldn't understand why they smiled - why they found joy in living, in being with each other. the concept would be simpler to grasp if they were smiling to blend in, just like him - but it was impossible that they were all hiding beneath the same mask. no, 'their' masks were different, weak, selfish, fragile. it mattered not what he thought, though, as long as he kept his actions in check - acting human. "hey!" something bounced off the back of his head, and he turned in time to watch the large beach ball bouncing away from him.

tagged? ramilda x]
listening to? take that - the flood
lyrics? zero sum - nine inch nails
credits? la vella vita @ caution 2.0 for graphics
notes? yay, time to get the ball rolling!

[ramilda ulysses-jane matsen]

_{could not resist him -- his eyes were the same}


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{ ramilda matsen half ran through the sand, on her tip toes as if she were attempting to keep quiet, though the evening was a bustlin' one, with rays of sun peeking through the dusky afternoon clouds. her railroad denim daisy dukes were totally riding up her butt at this point, making for a sick classy combination with her royal satin swimming bustier and sloppily added black boyfriend blazer. ramilda adored coming to the bay whenever she can. it was the only time she ever spent alongside just herself, soaking up the powers of the earth and the winds and the sea and the world. just a minute ago, upon walking through the sand, she had caught hold of a beach ball, rushing through on a wave. delightedly she'd been tossing it around, acting like the child she was notorious for acting like. yet, she'd been nearing the docks at the time and the ehu island winds had taken her new toy away from her, straight onto a random boat.

"hey!", she heard distantly as she neared the boat. "shit, i'm sorry!" ramilda put a hand up to shield her eyes. even though it was nearly evening, it was still a plenty sunny afternoon. why hadn't she worn sunglasses again? ramilda continued to walk towards the boat, laughing as she crept nearer and saw who it was. greeaaat. sebastian devereuax. he was the dawson's to ramilda's creek. sebastian and ramilda had hooked up maybe twice, three times at some parties. they'd drunken beers on a rooftop terrace while ramilda had a one sided conversation about philosophy with him. sebastian was a delicious mystery that ramilda had, of recently, desired to uncover piece by decadent piece. of course, she could let her imagination get the ultimate best of her and she tended to fantasize about what a dark and brooding odd couple they'd be, going sailing and wearing hats and showing up to parties two hours late with cigarettes dangling out of their mouths and disheveled clothing draped across their secret parts.

that said, ramilda was horribly embarrassed to have thrown - god - a beach ball onto his boat. she was such a child. walk it off, baby cakes, walk it off, she told herself. "oh! hey sebastian..." she twirled a piece of hair and thought about biting her lower lip before instantly deciding that would definitely have crossed the line between trying to hard and not. "sorry about this. i uh was returning that to some little kid." ramilda rolled her eyes at 'how crazy the world was.' "is that beauty yours? ramilda asked of his boat. kay, not hot conversation material. "i'd love to take a boat out like that someday..." ramilda said 'to herself' yet obviously loud enough for sebastian to hear. the farthest she'd gotten to yachting or whatever was going out on arturo neves's dinky sailboat. she was ramilda fucking matsen and she was better than that!

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[sebastian william devereux]

<sub>shame on us, doomed from the start</sub>

may god have mercy on our dirty little hearts
shame on us for all we've done
for all that we ever were
just zeros and ones

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he had a soft spot for pretty things, and ramilda was a pretty thing. as he watched her come chasing after the ball with the flush only excerise can bring coloring her cheeks and brightening her eyes, he had to take a moment to just take in the beauty standing before him. what she wore fit her in all the right places, showing off the best of her unashamedly. and truly, there was nothing to be ashamed of about the body standing before him, the body that had send a beach ball at his head. she was a masterpiece, and he ought to know - he'd run his hands through every curve on her body, soaking in every little detail. and when he'd taken her for his he'd marveled at how easy she was to take - apparently pretty little things were cheap on this side of the globe. not that he was complaining, as long as he got to feast on her fine ass and her eyes.

"a little too old to be playing with this, aren't you?" he smirked, running a hand through his unkempt hair as she drew closer. the sun shone on her golden curls, making them appear lighter, almost transparent. and she was that - almost transparent. it was clear that she was into him, that she had some twisted notion in her head that she could tame the bad boy in him. if there was no 'bad' to the sebastian she wouldn't have given him a second thought - okay, maybe that was a bit unfair, considering his good looks she'd have given him considerable thought - but she wouldn't be drawn to him the way he surmised her to be. and he didn't mind it at all, because he stood in awe of her beauty, and he had no complaints of her company.

"some little kid, huh?" he couldn't keep the light teasing out of his voice, for he knew no such kid existed. "is she the fiery golden-haired one called ramilda?" he remembered her name, good. of course, since he rarely forgot things that was no applauding issue. "is that beauty yours? i'd like to take a boat out like that some day." he gave a swift, searching look, wondering whether she wanted a ride right then. "i'm still breaking into her, if you'd like, maybe i could take you out sometime." he said, his expression amused. he held out a hand over the water for her, saying, "come on abroad, the better you can see her beauty." he could take out the boat again, but he simply didn't want to, he'd already done that once. why take it out again just because she desired him to? but he might, some day, definitely - she would certainly complement the boat.

tagged? ramilda x]
listening to? take that - the flood
lyrics? zero sum - nine inch nails
credits? la bella vita @ caution 2.0 for graphics

[ramilda ulysses-jane matsen]

<sub>could not resist him -- his eyes were the same</sub>


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{ ramilda blushed as sebastian entirely called her out on the whole beach ball thing. 'the fiery golden haired one named ramilda.' the way he said it she wanted to be the firsy golden hair one. ramilda had such a way of recognizing "truth" when it came to emotions. that was lie. ramilda always saw what she wanted to see and persisted in analyzing it to no end. and right now she wanted to see sebastian, dazzled by her, with a mission to ravage her body and hold onto her forever. and since she wanted it so, in her mind it would remain until she fell off into a day dream and wanted it otherwise.

ramilda smiled, coyly, as sebastian told her he'd take her out sometime. she could see them now. he would be smoking a pipe, thinking deep thoughts at the wheel. she would be sun bathing on deck wearing nothing but a floppy hat and stilettos. the sun would shine bright and the moon would fall deep as their passions would swell beneath it. ramilda couldn't believe she would be wasting her fantasies on childrens' theatre one day. ramilda wiggled a finger towards herself, beckoning sebastian to come down to her, yet instantly contradicted the invitation by climbing aboard deck as he pulled up even closer to the dock. how could she not?

"so this is yours?" ramilda asked as she climbed aboard, eying the surroundings with deep pleasure. "or did you steal it?" she said, turned around to him, letting the wind take away a few strands of her blonde waves, and swuinting at him with a smirk. she totally wish he really did steal it. ramilda had an eye for the dark, the troubled and the dangerous and it was all far too obvious. she was like a modern day isabella linton, fair haired and drawn to everyday heathcliffs.

ramilda wlatzed over the dge of the deck and leaned over the side, taking in the wallowing scent of the sea. she loved it. she loved the salt and the life and the breath it all encompased and delivered to her daily. she closed her eys, taking it all in, letting the sea mist brush against her cheeks ever so lightly. it was tingly and gave her goosbumps down her arms and legs, even moreso setting the tone for the sensual mood ramilda was hands down falling into at the moment. she wondered if there was a private cabin or a broom closet on this deck or if she would have to get all of her chores done out in the open, on deck? ; )

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