The Storm Jollin
Owner: Siha

Age: 4 years, 4 months, 3 weeks

Born: May 21st, 2015

Adopted: 4 years, 4 months, 3 weeks ago

Adopted: May 21st, 2015


  • Level: 1
  • Strength: 10
  • Defense: 10
  • Speed: 10
  • Health: 10
  • HP: 10/10
  • Intelligence: 0
  • Books Read: 0
  • Food Eaten: 1
  • Job: Unemployed

Nice to meet you, where you been?
I could show you incredible things...

She glides up to you in her elegant way, her mouth curving in a smile. "Hello," she breathes, "I don't think we've met before, I would certainly remember a face like yours." Her flattery leaves you stammering and blushing, which you can tell she enjoys. You know who she is, of course; you've heard of her numerous romances and the rumors just fly around her wherever she goes. Should you risk such an association? Will your reputation stay intact? Should you choose to take the risk of her company to satisfty your own curiosity? You take a deep breath and your curiosity gets the better of you. You introduce yourself to the wonder before you.

Magic, madness, heaven, sin...

"Do I have your attention?" she asks you, all innocence and sugar. You can't help but be drawn to her and you can't figure out why. Is it the way she holds herself with such confidence? Or perhaps the way her mouth curves in just the right way you like when she smiles? Maybe its the fact that her every movement exudes beauty; whatever it is, she certainly does have your attention.

You look like my next mistake.Her grin is sly as a fox as she takes your hand and leads you to the dance floor. As you twirl on the dance floor, you notice an energy exudes from her mixing with your own. You can't help but be attracted to this wonderful creature in your arms. As the night wears on, you wonder how anyone could say horrible things about her when everything she is appears to be the opposite of what you've heard. She is charming, beautiful, intelligent, quick-witted, sweet and kind; what would drive a person to say the exact opposite except jealousy?
You push it out of your mind and continue dancing the night away.

Cherry lips, crystal skies, I could show you incredible things.

The night progresses to a weekend at her villa, overlooking the sea. Not at all what you had in mind when you set your eyes on her for the first time, in fact looking back on that night, it's almost as if she lured you to her. The more time you spend with her, the more intoxicating she becomes; like a drug you just can't quit. Every waking moment you spend in her company is like a fairy-tale and you crave more.

You spend your times at parties, fancy dinners, the theater, even operas which you had never enjoyed before. Anything she wishes is your command and you shower her with love and gifts, and still it's not enough. You want more; you want it all.

Find out what you want, be that girl for a month.
Wait, the worst is yet to come...

After awhile you realize she is the girl of your dreams, everything you've ever wanted and more. She is attentive to your every need as you are to hers, you steal kisses during quiet moments when no one is looking and every night ends in a dance. One evening at a lavish party, you are called away to perform the duty of dancing with the hostesses daughter, strictly as a courtesy. You find the girl lovely though young for your taste. As you're twirling you catch sight of her, your beautiful vixen, her eyes screwed up in anger and arms crossed; her very gaze seems accusatory although you are not sure what you are being accused of. You twirl again and she is gone but your feelings of uncertainty distract you and you step out of place. No one seems to notice however and as the dance ends, you bow to your partner and excuse yourself.

You inquire as to where your lady has gone and are informed she left the party, claiming feeling rather unwell and so you make your farewells and return to the villa. You are unprepared for the sight awaiting you.

Screaming, crying, perfect storms,
I can make all the tables turn.

"You love her! I could tell! If you wish to be with someone so young and foolish then by all means, go! Be with her!" your love screams at you, you almost do not recognize her in her anger and are unsure of how to approach the subject. You feel very defensive; how could she think such a thing? It was one dance out of duty! You explain as much to her but she sneers at you. "You held her closer than you've ever held me, why do you pretend it is not so? Do you not love me? Am I not beautiful?" she demands. You rush to assure her she is all you have dreamed of and more, but it just seems to escalate her temper. She reaches on the table for the book of poetry you gave her. She throws it at you while yelling, "Don't lie to me!"

The book hits the wall, narrowly missing your head and as you regain your composure she dissolves into a puddle of tears, sliding to the floor. You walk quickly to her and hold her in your arms, rocking back and forth all while murmuring to her your devotion and love to her. After awhile you are able to coax her into laying down, and as you kiss her goodnight she whispers, "Don't ever leave me."
You promise her your heart is always hers and she drifts off to sleep. You breathe a sigh of relief, hoping the worst has passed.

You can tell me when it's over if the high was worth the pain.

The next few weeks are hell for you; at every turn you seem to not be able to do anything right. It's almost as if you breathe the wrong way and it makes your beauty angry and you don't know what more you can do. Every night you fight, it's becoming so exhausting keeping up with everything! You begin to realize this is not the woman you first met but a monster who disguised herself as a marvel. You start to wonder to yourself if the rumors about her were true and choosing to ignore them was not your wisest choice. One night after a particularly long and arduous argument, you divulge to her these same thoughts which only anger her more.

"You would believe such things of me? Have I not been everything you've ever dreamed of? Do you know what I've done to be everything you've wanted, what I've sacrificed to make you happy?" she turns away and sighs heavily, while you just stare at her in disbelief. She sacrificed for you? What about what you have sacrificed for her! You abandoned your family, your friends, even your job has been lacking because you've made this woman your whole world. You've done everything she's wanted and more at the cost of burning every bridge you've ever built and still she cannot see how you would do it all again just to see her smile? You tell her all this and confess your love once more but it's not enough, she says. You get up and walk to her but she pulls out her five iron and swings it at you. "Get out!" she yells, "Get out and never come back!"

You grab your jacket and high tail it out of the villa, all while she's screaming obscenities at you. You get into your fancy car and leave, without looking back once.

Darling, I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream.

Six months later you're at another party, entertaining the host with tales from your days at sea when you see her walk in. The sly smile, the innocent eyes, the aura that draws everyone's gaze to her like a magnet. She's just as beautiful as you remember and the feelings you felt for her well up inside you. But once you remember that last night you push them back down with a hard swallow. You watch her as she walks up to a young one; they look barely old enough to be holding the liquor in their hand. She flashes her smile and whispers in their ear, making her new prey blush. They say something to make her laugh and as she turns her head, she catches your eye. You nod; she winks and slides her arm through the others and turns her back to you.

Got a long list of ex-lovers, they'll tell you I'm insane.

As you watch them go, you idly wonder if you should warn this new companion she has snagged. Swirling your brandy, you smile to yourself. If anyone had come to you to warn you of her insidious nature, you'd have ignored them and gone your own way ending up right where you are now. Should the new one seek you out and inquire, you'll speak to them but you decide it's best for all involved if you stay out of it.
Finishing your brandy, you grab another from the tray and make your way to the balcony.

But I've got a blank space, baby; and I'll write your name.

Looking out at the lake from the balcony, her voice echoes up to you.
"Do I have your attention?" she inquires, and remembering the night you met as one of bliss, you smile once more to yourself and leave it where it belongs.
In the past.

Story by User not found: megu/me
Edited by Hush
Song lyrics from Blank Space by Taylor Swift

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