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Post by taran river devereux on Apr 1, 2009 22:28:28 GMT -5
‘‘ALL I EVER WANTED WAS TO TRY AND KEEP YOU GUESSING, [/FONT] BUT I'M FALLING WAY TOO FAST I JUST WANT THIS LOVE TO LAST FOREVER[/COLOR][/FONT]  - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/CENTER]
ah, what a day to be a prince. he and sophia had planned the day, that the couple would spend the day at jervis shopping centre, of all places. he didn't mind of course, after all this was sophia. he loved sophia, and that was one big step for taran devereux. around ireland, he was known for being a terror. he'd been given the nickname, prince taran the terrible. day to day he lived up to that horrid nickname, despising it so, but never doing anything about it. there were few that got to see the other side of him, he had to be careful about his selection of who he let in, and who he kept out. it was like a fancy party, that had a very selective guest list. there were always going to be the ones who tried to crash the party. its not that taran hates the world, because that he does not. it's that... he's been played in his lifetime, of eighteen years. he's been duped, played for a fool, used for his fame, fortune and name. he learned at a very young age that there were going to people who didn't care to know the person behind the fame. he'd learned, and built the wall that people try to break but will never be broken. the people he did trust, tried hard to make him treat others the way taran treats them, but he obviously refuses. i guess you can call taran, hard-headed, not that he seems to mind. taran wasn't stupid, but he just overreacted about eight-five percent of the time. he refused to see people for the good inside them, he acted as if he wanted them to just use him, so that he didn't have to bother. but the truth behind the act was, that he didn't want to become vulnerable and well, he just wasn't sure how to let people in anymore. sure he could act, after all that was his major, he could act like he liked someone. he could act that people didn't bother him, but he preferred not, if he was not doing a scene, a play, or acting in a part.
now you wonder how a guy like this even has friends. well see when he's with the ones he loves and trusts, he isn't afraid to be himself. he smiles, he laughs, he's... nice. but who would want to believe that taran the terrible, has a good side? one of these people, was obviously his lovely girlfriend, sophia fiske. taran and sophia had a bit of a rocky beginning. because, well like everyone else, he wasn't all that nice. but she, was one of few people that taran actually believed didn't have ulterior motives. and what a right choice he made, because he loved her. she was beautiful, she was sweet, she loved taran for who he is, not his rank, not his status. he believed that she would never betray him, and well taran promised that he'd never betray her. it was looking like the kingdom would have a princess sometime in the future. he liked that idea, very much so. that she would someday become princess sophia devereux, he never even thought anything other than that, to be completely honest. he never thought that anyone would dare break them apart, after all, he's the prince for christ's sake! but of course, that left him blind sided, despite his greatest efforts not to be.
the centre was filled with a decent amount of people. but taran didn't particularly care. what was worse were the prince taran admirers. the ones that didn't care that he was "prince taran the terrible" but instead, wanted to be in his arms in place of sophia. he had to admit that sometimes it got pretty funny, but other times, it got annoying. hand in hand with sophia, he realized that there were girls all around staring at him with desire in their eyes. he had no idea what these girls wanted to do to him... okay, well he could, but still. he had to admit that he was frightened by being squished by a mob of fans. he turned to soph, and said almost dryly, " they're staring... " he didn't want the attention, but he gave soph a glimpse of that cute little pout. he didn't need the rest of the world seeing that.
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TAGGED; sophia, my love.
STATUS; done ^^
WORDS; seven thirty six
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Post by sophia madeleine fiske on Apr 2, 2009 17:32:39 GMT -5
 dreams can't take the place of loving you,
there's gotta be a million reasons why it's true [/color] -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Every little girl dreamed of having becoming a princess someday and of having a happily ever after. For Sophia Fiske, it looked very likely that a dream was going to become reality. She’d met Taran Devereux, second in line to the Irish throne, when she was only seven at a state dinner. The young girl had been bored out of her mind in a room full of official dignitaries, frilly dresses and food that looked more like pieces of art. Sophia had always been a well-behaved child, never fussing or crying. From an early age, her parents had taught her how to act like a lady and that training had come in handy at the annual dinner that the royal family threw for some of the biggest names in the world, politics- and business-wise. Unlike most other event, however, children were allowed; the guests had even been encouraged to bring their children, especially if they were near the age of any one of the princes. Even though future of Ireland – and the world – had been expressly invited, the food was unsuitable for the children’s consumption. Sophia, not a picky eater (she had been raised on fine delicacies normal children could even comprehend), barely touched her food all night, taking small bites when her mother shot her a hard glance. She said nothing about being dissatisfied with the food, as that would have been rude and offensive toward the King and Queen, and she knew, even at such a tender age, that that was wrong.
The only course that had piqued young Sophia’s interest at all was the dessert. Apparently, it was a favorite of a member of the royal family. She commended that person still on their taste in sweets. It was three layers of incredibly rich and decadent dark chocolate cake separated by thick coats of raspberry dark chocolate frosting and covered in chocolate shavings, served with a small ball of ice cream decorated with pink raspberries. To this day, Sophia could still remember the taste of the delicious cake melting in her mouth. It had been her one request to the menu when she had officially gone to meet Taran’s parents and it had been just as heavenly as she remembered it.
It was at that first dinner that Sophia had met the terror of a middle child, Prince Taran. He had spilled his cranberry-soda-water combination on her brand new white dress and had just walked off, not even apologizing for ruining the frock. It wasn’t until after the meal, when all of the children were ushered off into a large nursery filled with every toy and trinket imaginable, that he showed any remorse. She suspected that the apology was forced by the stern looking nurse that stood in the corner watching, but didn’t mind. All of the other kids had separated off into groups; they had all met before and knew each other. Sophia was alone, too shy to join any group and independent enough to be able to play by herself. It’d been the start of a long-living and wonderful friendship that had turned into something much, much more.
Going out in public with Taran was never a boring event. There were many people who saw him as a horrible person, calling him Prince Taran the Terrible. She didn’t see that in him at all. He was the sweetest and funniest person she knew and he always knew how to bring a smile to her face. Sophia loved Taran. Not Prince Taran, second in line to the throne. Or Taran the Terrible, thank god he’s only second in line. To her, he was simply her best friend and quite possibly the love of her life. She had no ulterior motives when it came to him, since they had met before the pressures of society made their impression on her. Princes to the seven year old Sophia were men who wore military suits and rode white horses. All Taran was to her then was somebody to play with. Now, he was just somebody to share everything with. She was not one of the girls who wanted to be with him because of a pretty title, like many of the girls staring at them.
She smiled up at him when he made a remark about the girls who weren't even to disguise their want for the prince. Sophia gave his hand a little squeeze and looked around. Many people, mainly teenaged girls, had stopped to watch them. Sophie believed that her relationship with Taran should be kept as private as possible, but she'd learned quickly that when dating any kind of celebrity, it was impossible to keep everything between two people. Especially if they wanted to ever go out. She would not divulge the secrets of their relationship, but she wasn't scared of letting people know that they were together. Hopefully, she and Taran would be able to last forever, and that meant that she would be their Princess. "We can leave, if it bothers you."
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Post by taran river devereux on Apr 3, 2009 15:01:34 GMT -5
‘‘ALL I EVER WANTED WAS TO TRY AND KEEP YOU GUESSING, [/FONT] BUT I'M FALLING WAY TOO FAST I JUST WANT THIS LOVE TO LAST FOREVER[/COLOR][/FONT] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/CENTER]
it was funny how they met, really. taran was a mean kid, because he always had his defenses up. that and he was just being a little boy. there was one time, when there was a big... royal event. kids were invited, and taran, well he remembered a little girl, that was around his age. she was a quiet girl, ate the food that wasn't exactly fit for children, etc. she didn't fuss, she didn't complain. she was well behaved, and well taran thought she was a goody goody. little taran didn't exactly plan to spill the drink on her, it was just fate that he did. he recalled the drink flying, in near slow motion, onto her white dress, leaving a horrid redish stain. little taran walked away, not quite caring what he'd done. he figured, he could get away with it, right? he was a prince after all, who would have nerve to tell him what to do? other than the king and queen themselves, right? inside he kind of laughed, laughing because he'd gotten an "icky girl's" dress dirty. but he didn't expect for a nurse to be watching his every move. "i'm sorry," little taran's arms were tucked at his sides, his face straight and red with anger. getting in trouble did not make him happy at all. taran recalled throwing a fit, because of that night. he'd never expected that he and this young girl with the soda covered dress would be where they were today. taran and sophia, prince taran and his love. there was no denying their relationship, nope. taran's fame was hard to get around. don't get me wrong, he loves being of the royal family, but what came with royalty, was that he couldn't keep things private.
taran shook his head, "no, i said i'd come with you...," he said, squeezing her hand lightly, "it wouldn't be right, f i were to take my word back." his voice was kept low, so that what he said was only heard by her. he didn't really give a shit about the other people at the shopping centre. as far as he was concerned, everyone else were just to worship the royal family. a future king. the way he spoke, you could tell that he was raised in the royal family. he sighed quietly, as he turned to look at sophia, as they walked together. it was a content sigh, rather than his usual exasperated sighs. he was in a good place right now, he was in love with a girl, who loved him for him. he was seriously considering that she would one day become his wife... to become his princess. after all, she already made his fan-base jealous to the extreme. he tended to laugh about it sometimes, because all of these girls wanted to be sophia fiske, but could never compare. they dreamed about marrying the prince, and becoming mrs. taran devereux, god i'd kill to be her! she's so lucky, i'm jealous, he heard a girl saying rather loudly as he and sophia sauntered past. this girls comments made taran chuckle. he leaned in closer to sophia, to whisper into her ear, "she ought to be jealous," he said right before he kissed sophia's cheek. ah, the wonders of this love he felt. behind the terrible-ness that he allegedly displayed, taran was completely and irrevocably in love with her, it went beyond the relationship, really. she was his best friend, he could tell her anything, knowing that he would not be pressured. knowing that she always could make him feel better when he was upset or down. she, she just made taran a much better person. he had to admit that he had once been mean to her, but he apologized, a while ago. taran's greatest fear of the moment, would be losing her. there had been other girls that he'd dated, most were just casual things, why? because they liked him for his status.
the question taran had to remember to ask himself, was, did she really want this? did she really want pros and the cons that came with being in a relationship with terrible taran, the prince of ireland? he hoped so much that she did, but it hurt him to think that he was the reason for all of these haters that she now had. all of these fans that wished horrible things for her. it was all over him, and he didn't want her to go through with that. he wanted her to be saved from that eye, but of course.... not matter what he would do, it would happen. it made him wish that he wasn't actually all that famous. it made him wish that he wasn't a prince, and that he was just a nice normal guy who lived a normal unroyal, unfamous life. but alas it was too late for him, he and whoever associated with him. they were doomed as far as he knew it. yes, taran wanted to be king, yes he wanted to be next in line over his big brother oliver, and yes he was a little bit jealous. but there wasn't much that he could do about it.... so... his life was, well to be determined by whatever the day told him to do. snapping back into reality, he asked, "so, what do you want to do, my love?"
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STATUS; done. -.-
WORDS; nine oh one, bby!
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Post by sophia madeleine fiske on Apr 12, 2009 14:33:02 GMT -5
dreams can't take the place of loving you,
there's gotta be a million reasons why it's true [/color] -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Sophia didn’t understand why people disliked Taran so much. He was always so sweet and loving with her; an absolute gentleman, really. She supposed that that was how princes were raised, whether or not they liked it. Taran had been her friend long before she had given thought to her true feelings for him. She’d seen him in good moods, bad moods, and all around terrible moods. She’d been there through the girls who’d only wanted him for his title or for his money or for the fame and publicity that he could bring them. She’d seen him through a lot of things, and nothing had changed her love for him. If anything, those things had only strengthened and solidified her feelings. Taran was a great person, albeit a little selfish, and would’ve made a wonderful king, had he been first born. If everyone in the country knew him like she did, well, they wouldn’t have any reason to call him Taran the Terrible. They would be wishing that he were their future king, instead of Oliver. She loved all three Devereux brothers immensely and she knew that Oliver would be a fantastic ruler of Ireland, but she also knew just how much Taran wanted the throne. And that fact made her want Taran to be king that much more. Today, however, was not the time to be thinking of the future and all of its messes.
Her only response to the biting remarks from the various teenaged girls scattered around the mall was a smile. Sophia was used to jealousy of all kinds of people and all corners of the world. It had started when she appeared, at only five years old, on a Broadway production of Les Miserables as a young Cosette. Her voice, even then, had been larger than life and the cause of envy from the woman who played the older Cosette. Sophia hadn’t understood it then, and she still couldn’t understand it. Why would anybody want to be like her? She wasn’t breathtakingly beautiful, nor was she the smartest person in the world. Sophia supposed it was possible that some people were jealous of her voice, but why would that have been the origin of so much hate for her? It was true that she had been born with immense talent, but she’d worked incredibly hard to get her voice where it was. And that meant it was possible for anybody out there to get it that way.
She gave Taran a quick kiss on the lips and a quick "Thank you," to show her gratitude for him coming with her. Her relationship was not a secret affair so she wouldn’t hide it. There was nothing for her to hide, anyway. But there were aspects to it that she would not ever divulge. Sophia couldn’t begin to comprehend the people who even had the audacity to ask her about things that were so personal, they made her cringe. From the corner of her eye, she saw the brief flash of a camera and knew that pictures would have spread throughout the entire country within two hours. She couldn’t bring herself to care. When their relationship was just starting, Sophia, the in-the-spotlight-star-of-many-shows, was incredibly camera shy. The first time her face was plastered across a whole line of tabloids, which, incidentally, was her first time in the tabloids at all, she freaked out, screaming nonsense at Taran about how it was all his fault and how he should have given her proper warning. It was the first time that Sophia had truly yelled at him and she felt horrible afterward, promptly apologizing.
Sophia had since gotten used to all of the publicity that came along with being girlfriend to a prince and didn't notice the paparazzi much anymore. The angry girls were harder to push away. She couldn't help but worry that one day Taran would find someone prettier, smarter, and altogether better than her and that he would leave her. She knew that these worries were stupid, but she was a teenaged girl, and teenaged girls were notorious for their insane logic. Another thing that teenaged girls, or this particular teenaged girl, were notorious for: procrastination. Her mother, Helena Vanderbilt-Fiske, was turning forty in two days and Sophia still hadn't gotten her present. In Sophia's defense, however, she had gone numerous times to try and find something for her mother. It wasn't her fault that her mother was such a picky person and therefore hard to shop for.
Sophia let out a groan and looked up at Taran. "Mother dear's birthday is tomorrow. And I still haven't gotten her anything. She looked around at the rows upon rows of brightly lit storefronts all boasting the newest, latest fashions for the lowest possible price. Not that price really mattered to her. The Fiskes most likely had enough money to buy all of Ireland and then some. Sophia didn't bother keeping up with the monetary aspects of her family name. It was a waste of time and the accountants all semed to think that she was dimwitted. She had stopped hanging around them after the second time they'd sneered at her and tacitly questioned her mental capacity.
"You wouldn't happen to know what an almost forty, former socialite and supermodel likes, would you?" Sophia asked of her boyfriend somewhat seriously. "Because I've not a clue."
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