We are F o r b i d d e n || 1x1 w/ .winter & fawn,

[.winter]

One on One with .winter
& fawn, please
do not post if
neither of us.

Great. They told us it would be for the best. They told us they made the decisions for
us. They told us that we would be benefitted from their decisions, and we were simply
to young to understand. To young, yeah right. If we were to young, than why were they
forcing this on two teenagers? To benefit them, most likely. But I'll tell you, if I have any
room left to myself to talk. This will not work out. Marriage is supposed to be a vow to
the one you love, and they can't chose the one we love, They cannot choose our
course of actions in our lives. Our lives are just beginning. They will not, and can not,
keep the leash on us forever, and make us fall in love with each other.

Or can they?

[.winter]

Name: Zylie Hillsberry
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Family: Her mother, Kaia Hillsberry,
and her father, Randy Hillsberry, and older brother,
Zachary Hillsberry
Friends:Best friend Penelope Maura, who's a year
younger with has a big obsession with History
Pets: Her tabby cat Pumpkin
Interests: drawing, skateboarding, music,
her friends and family, and lots of hipster bracelets
sweet, goofy guys
Dis-Interests: School, orders, parties, cocky
arrogant guys, popular girls, and broccoli

Zylie, ever since she was little, was considered different. Instead of tea parties, she would be making mud pies. Instead of dress up, she'd be having a battle with her older brother, Zachary, in the backyard for who was the ultimate Pokemon trainer. Her mother, Kaia, was always one for trying to make Zylie dress up, to always look her best, to look proper and pressed all the time. If she wasn't in something expensive and pink, basically Kaia wasn't very happy. Her father though, was always the one to urge her on, to love her quirks and her tawn boy attitude to lots of aspects in life. If Zylie wanted to wear one of her brothers hats backwards, wear khakis and roll up sleeve shirts with some boy band on the front, and bracelets filling up the space between her arm and the rolled up sleeve. And finally to top off her outfit with a pair of converse, and some mascara, if Kaia is lucky. But as time went on, her and her father got closer, and her brother was her best friend, and her mother her arch enemy. Every year, she would buy Zylie's clothing for her, and her father would always surprise Zylie with a new hat or a new band bracelet. Yet with this phase, came an ending. Soon her clothes started changing to an old pair of jeans, and a small hoodie, one of her hats she never came to an end to love. Although this sounds like her just changing her clothing and dress habits, it meant much more. It meant she was growing up slightly, into that teenager that needed to find her way and her place in this world. Zach was always by her side, giving her advice, always a shoulder to cry on through schools hardships, stupid brats who liked to snicker and pest, and boys who did it too. He was her right arm. And he still was, and especially now, ever since her father became ill. Some sickness invaded his body, and he had to be on bed arrest. Bed arrest where the only thing he could do was move his hands. Ever since the disease took her father into the hospital, Zylie was never the same, and her mother was only focused on how to pay the medical, and house bills.

Now, she has found a solution to fix her problems. A family had heard about the Hillsberry troubles, and finally, had the idea to wed her daughter, and their son, and if they were wed, they would pay for all of the bills now and to come, as long as their beloved son had a wife to keep a high reputation, they would secure their financial struggles. Zylie hadn't heard about this yet, and didn't realize how radical her life was about to change. At first Kaia told Zachary, and Zach went absolutely crazy, claiming this was no way to fix their money problems, and his mother was crazy, and he wanted nothing more to do with her if this was the way she was going to treat Zylie and himself. With a casual hug to Zylie and a goodbye, Zach was gone, leaving to find his own way. Yet Zylie was just asleep, on this day, soon to find out her father dying, her brother gone, her mother wedding her, and her life, as she knows it, coming to and end.

Or will it? What will this arranged marriage have in store for Zylie?
She's gonna have to be the one to figure it out.

[skywalker,]

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name. Laurance
age. nineteen
gender. male
sexuality. heterosexual/stright

main trait(s). protective & cocky
positive traits. sweet, protective,
funny, jokester, comforting,
negative traits. cocky, stubborn,
over-protective, childish.

crush. none
wife. getting engaged
to Zylie.
kids. none

mother. Diana DeRose
father. Jacob DeRose
brother(s). Carter DeRose
sister(s). Rosey DeRose

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Laurance is the first born child from the DeRose's. He is loved by
all his family members, and always has been. Growing up as a
young boy, he was always showered with gifts from his relatives,
love from his parents, and entertainment from his siblings. His
life was great as a kid. As he got older, so did his siblings,
and his brother moved out, getting his first girlfriend at the age
of eighteen. He is a year younger than Laurance, and his sister
Rosey is two years younger. She loves her brothers to pieces, al-
though she favours Laurance. She was always his favourite too,
but he still loves his brother. As he came to his age of nineteen,
his mother came to him one day, and told him she had a surprise
for him. He had been excited, hoping for maybe a new phone,
or watch. He wasn't happy when he saw the gift though. His
mother told him he was to get married to a family with less
money, so that both the families would benefit. He didn't want
to get married! He wouldn't force them to love their daughter.

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[skywalker,]

ＬＡＵＲＡＮＣＥ ➝ xxx [ male ] [ nineteen ] [ feeling angry ] [ no crush ] [ engaged to Zylie ] [ tagged with nobody ]
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A tall figure was standing in his room, leaning on his large cabinet. A smaller, more petite structure stood in the door frame, and she spoke to him gently "Laurance, dear… Its benefitting us more than you could imagine. This is a huge opportunity for us! Why can't you see that?" She asked, her voice a sound of pleading. He put his hand over his eyes, and shook his head "But mother, you know I won't love her… I don't even know her, for goodness sakes!" He said, throwing his hands up and turning to look back at the window "I won't do it." He said, glancing over his shoulder at his mother "Laurance… Im sorry, but we've already signed the contract. The wedding is in a few months." She said, her eyebrows creasing sadly. He stood their silently, staring out the window without another word "I-Ill leave you. You'll learn to love your new fiancée" She said, and closed the door gently behind her. He strode over to his bed, and sat down, cupping her hands over his mouth, staring at his dresser. How could he possibly love a woman he had never met? He wouldn't let them marry him. He had to end this, but how?

[skywalker,]

( bump )

[.winter]

Z Y L I E ☾ H I L L S B E R R Y
The bees had declared a war - the sky wasn't big enough for them all.
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→ It was December 17th, 2004. That was all I knew when my eyelids fluttered open, the sun dappling through my brothers room, invading my privacy. I didn't want to get out of bed. Why had my body waken up? I was perfectly happy, dreaming, away from society, my family, my missing brother, my dying father, my possessive mother. Dreams were my only escape now a days, and the minute I closed my light eyes every night, at least I knew I would get a break. Yet the night always took so long to show up, the day taking more time to complete than the night would ever have. "Zylie, time to get up." my glamorous mother, with her disgusting greasy hair in a messy bun that was surprisingly still together have 3 or 4 days, had come in, invading more than the sun had. "I must tell you something.." she trailed, closing the door quietly and padding over to my overused bed from Zach, who gave it to me, and forced me to use his old mattress because I usually slept on the couch. We, the Hillsberry's, now that all of our money was being sucked due to my father's medical bills, lived in a 2 bedroom apartment. Zach took one room, because he was older, and my mother would practically be beside herself at the thought of sleeping on the squeaky springy couch, so that left me to take it. My dad was living in the hospital now a days, the doctors horrified he may pass away, and fought to just give him another breath. "What?" I hissed, sitting up and looking at the pack of cigarettes untouched on the coffee table. Sometimes I smoked, when I was this stressed, and my mom often didn't care now a days. In the past, she was the most possessive, controlling, hardcore mother you would meet. Zylie dress like this, Zylie do this, ladies do this, ladies don't do this, Zylie, Zylie, Zylie. She wanted me to be this preppy, pretty, gorgeous girl who couldn't have a nail out of place. My father, on the other hand, would go make mud pies with me when I was no older than 6, would teach me new tricks on my board, and Zach and I would hold competitions with each other all the time with Randy, my dad, and whoever he saw was most improved won a trip to Cold Stone Creamery. Of course we all got some with a hard day of boarding under our belt, but he would usually sneak 5$ in whoever did better's pocket. He would make my life interesting, fun, special, while my mother always worried about if I had a grade lower than a B in any class, if my nails were chipped, and my eyelashes curled with mascara. Don't get me wrong, I loved my mom, but she and I were 2 completely different people, and with my dad on his way out, and my brother missing, we were the only people we had. "Okay, sweetie, please just hear me when I say this - Zylie, dammit, you know you shouldn't smoke -" but before she could start talking, I let my fingertips wrap around the tip of the cigarette, lighting the butt and sucking gently. Whatever she had to say, this wouldn't be good. "I'll do what I want right now, mom. My dad's dying. my depressing voice snapped, obviously hurting her feelings, yet I had no empathy for her at the moment. Smoke blew out of my mouth, and she continued to speak. "I met with some people who..are a bit old school, put it at that. We got talking at the store, and mentioned how they had a son your age, who needed..something. I told them our side, and about your father, and they compromised with me." my mother went on, but already my stomach was churning. What the hell was she talking about, these people strangers son needed something? Why did she tell random strangers about my father? "They told me they would pay for Randy's medical bills if you had agreed to, marry their son." and that's when I snapped. "What the f---?!" I screamed, standing up and staring fiercely into her eyes. "You didn't. Tell me you DIDN'T." I seemed to plead, not being able to see this, not being able to function. "Zylie, this will be a good thing for our family. You will get married and find someone to take care of you, if Randy passes, as least I know I did everything to give him proper medical care, and I will be able to support myself.. she trailed, looking up at her daughter, me, who was now in pure rage. "How could you do something so stupid! We don't even know these people, I don't need anyone to take care of me, I can take care of my damn self." No matter what she said, or did, nothing would make me forgive her now. "I'm sorry you feel like that, Zylie. But you will do this for your father. You will. You know you will. she snapped back, standing up and grabbing my wrist with a grip I could not get out of. "I am your mother and you will do as I say. I have signed the contract and it is official by law you will marry this boy. Be mad at me all you want, but I know what is good for you and what is not." but already, I was shaking, I was grabbing my cigarettes, and my lips were cursed with the words I spoke. "I hate you. You don't know s---! You don't know a thing about me, and you didn't know a thing about Zach, and hell, did you even know a thing about dad? He would NEVER be okay with this! I will never forgive you for this. I will not even LOVE this boy. You have driven away Zach, my best friend, and now, you've driven away your only daughter. Go to hell." the words seemed to slap her in the face, but a man in a tuxedo had walked through our apartment door, my clothes all packed and ready to go. The thing that hurt the most though, was my skateboard snapped in half, in the corner, along with my brothers. The man gripped my by the arm by mother gave him, and already, they escorted me out of the house, to meet whoever my mother had cursed my life with. It was just an ordinary morning, and now, I was being plunged along into the rest of my life, that I didn't even have a choice in saying so. The last thing I saw before my kicking and screaming body was put under, was my greasy haired mother, walking away, with money in her hand.

[skywalker,]

ＬＡＵＲＡＮＣＥ ➝ xxx [ male ] [ nineteen ] [ feeling frightened ] [ no crush ] [ engaged to Zylie ] [ tagged with Zylie, mom ]
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He stood outside, waiting for the long car to pull up outside his home. His mother was fretting over his hair, but he waved her away "Mother, it's fine." He said, glaring down at her. He loved her as much as he loved anyone, but right now, he loathed her. How could she possibly force him to marry someone he didn't even know? All he knew was she was bloody insane. He wore a pair of jeans, a red hoodie covering a black shirt that he favoured. He wore converse, the red ones. He wore this almost everyday, unless his mother or sister, Rosey, bugged him about cleaning them. When the car finally pulled up infront of their house, he leaned over a bit to the left, trying to get a good look at the girl. He heard a ear percing scream, and looked away slightly "Oh good lord... Here we go" he inhaled, closing his eyes before turning his head back and opening them again. He watched as the man in the suit opened the door, and the girl stepped out, thrashing around madly "This is the woman you wedded me to? She looks bloody insane" he said to his mother, and she glared up at him "Be nice. She is your fiancée after all." He sighed, and walked over to the girl, extending his hand "Err... Hello. I am Laurance, your... Er.. Husband" he said, waiting for her to shake it. He stared at her face, and studied her expressions. He aught to bolt it back inside the house if his mother hadn't been standing there, for the girl looked like she wanted to slaughter him. He coughed slightly "And you are... My dear?" He asked, his accent now taking over his charming demeanour. Damn British accent. Oh well, nothing you could do about it, could you?

[.winter]

Z Y L I E ☾ H I L L S B E R R Y
A part of life is so vital, more than just survival, this is my revival.
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→ No way would I be alright with this. I wasn't. The next time I awoke, this time with no dreams, by mother had given them man permission to slip me under into sleep, practically kidnapping me and holding me hostage. Yet my body did not seize to break, attempting every possible thing to snap, pull, anything to break the lock on the door, and nothing worked. "Get me out ! Now!" I desperately tried, but at the time my hands were bruised and beaten from my fight with the door protected by childlock, I had given up. How could my mother, who carried me in her womb for 9 months, give me up so easily? Give Zach up so easily? Damn, I wished he was here right now, he would know exactly what to do. Would I ever see my brother again? Would I ever be able to see my dying father, just once more? These questions hurt most of all, because as I realized where this unfamiliar limousine was taking me, I noticed this would - be my new family. A family I'm being forced into. Something, a lump in the side of my chest broke my reverie, and thankfully, dissolved the tears forming in my eyes. That lump had been the cigarettes, and I thanked whoever was watching me in heaven about 3 or 4 times. Okay, give me a break, I was about to go meet a boy who could as well be a mass murderer, or have some weird obsession with collecting toenails, I didn't know. If I was even going to make it through the day, I would have to puff a cigarette down. A spark lit my face up with light, rapidly vanishing as the smoke encompassed the air around me, the nicotine calming the nerves in my body and leaving them in a slight buzz. This was horrible. I can't do this. This is bulls---. My mother didn't have the audacity to ruin my life like this, to give me away as if I was a dog going to the pound. This was 2004, not 1904, when this was required. What did this mean for me? But of course, my questions were slaughtered when the limousine came to a jerky stop, indicating we were on a gravel road. A reflection of my face was caught in the mirror, with my hair straightened from the pervious day, as well as my makeup. Yet I had my old tattered blue jeans on, and my 7 bracelets on each arms, my 21 pilots t-shirt sagging and hugging me in all the wrong places. Although I may look like that emo kid who didn't know who the f--- she was on the side of the road, I didn't honestly care. This boy, whoever he was, was nothing more than a mere money mouth for my dying father. As much as I hated this, I had to think of him. My door was opened abruptly then, the man in the tuxedo practically grabbing her out of the car and resulting in a few curse words and a smack tot he face from my fist for thinking he can even do that to me. Already, my new family came up with toothy smiles, and open arms as I stepped out of the car. "Get the hell away from me." I hissed, shoving them off and taking another puff of my lit cigarette. Than, the boy I knew I would already begin to avoid, stood in front of me, a somewhat unwilling smile spread across his lips, and his hand out in greeting. "You call yourself my husband again, and I will put spiders in your bed." I threatened, causing his hand to fall and everyone to stare at me. I was already walking away, not bothering with my bags, or anything in that damn trunk. My eyes were distracted by a gorgeous chestnut brown horse, staring at the commotion that was happening in front of him. Right now, I would just spend time with the horse, because I can't look at them. I can't look at the mother, the son, the father, the siblings. I needed to be alone, but of course, that wasn't something that was going to happen. The family was on my heels, and I whipped around, giving them their damn moment to speak.

[skywalker,]

ＬＡＵＲＡＮＣＥ ➝ xxx [ male ] [ nineteen ] [ feeling angry ] [ no crush ] [ engaged to Zylie ] [ tagged with nobody ]
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He just allowed his hand to drop to his side. She looked pretty angry, and he couldn't blame her "Ah, well you see, I'm not afraid of spiders. Quite interigued by the actually" he said, sneering at her as she started swearing, and, to his disgust, smoking. Oh, how wonderful! He was engaged to someone who enjoyed smoking, and filling their lungs with poison. He watched her stare at the horse, and sighed "It's great meeting you, too. And no worries, I'm in no rush to call you my wife. Quite frankly, I don't even bloody well know your name yet" he growled lightly, and turned, his mother holding the door open for them, looking quite unnerved by the whole situation. He walked past her, and hoped that the new arrival was coming. He hoped she didn't have to sleep with him; how awkward. Althoug, his mother would probably make him sleep on the couch, and allow her to sleep in his room, since he was the man of the operation. He walked into the living room, and sighed, turning "This, is the living room. I spend most of my time here" he said "You are sleeping upstairs, in my room. Come with me, and I'll show you" he said, and the butler followed him and his fiancée upstairs, into his bedroom. He opened the door, and walked inside "As you may see, I like keeping it clean" he said, and turned around to look at Zylie "Anyways, welcome home, Doll Face. I'll be downstairs if you need me" he said, and walked past her, out of the room, accompanied by the butler, leaving Zylie alone.

[.winter]

Z Y L I E ☾ H I L L S B E R R Y
some believe the world will end in fire; some say in ice.
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→ Already, I didn't like the situation I was in. The boy, whatever his name was, looked at me as if I was some sort of trophy. He showed me around the house as if nothing bothered him at all. That was what pissed me off most of all, how this stupid ignorant boy in front of me escorted me around their fancy, delicate house with walls as high as the sky, granite counters, plush couches and a small woman in a black dress asking me if I could get anything to drink. Expensive bubbling champagne, a stainless steel fridge, the sun beaming down through the windows and the diamond chandelier and causing a million sun crystals to dance across the room. I'd admit, it was beautifully designed, and may be well spotted for someone without a hole in their pocket, but no way in hell was it my home. I wasn't paying attention to what he was saying, just focusing on the designs of the house and trying to get my mind off of things. "Excuse me, but I'm not the one who's parents dances around looking for a stranger for their son to marry inside a grocery store." I bit back after his insult of not looking forward to calling me his - never mind. You'll be lucky if it's just spiders." I threatened again, cynical thoughts being bubbled up to my head. "Zylie, is it?" the mother asked with a smile, making me whip around and eyeball her as if she was medusa herself. "Listen. I do not want to be your daughter in law, I don't want to be his wife, I don't want to be here. Spare me the pathetic small talk, I don't have anything to say. Now, give me my bags and leave me alone." the words were ice cold, and finally the cigarette was out with nothing more than the bud, and I simply took the flame and threw it on the ground, stepping on it with my foot and throwing it away in a small, probably lemon smelling trash can. For now, that seemed to shut them up, but I doubt that would be the end of them for today. They would try to make me as comfortable as possible, ask me questions, such as what's your favorite color or favorite board game. How's your parents, any siblings, blah blah blah. No. If I'm coming into their house as a stranger, than I'm sure as hell staying a stranger. Yet my thoughts were broken again for a millionth time that day, with that beautiful chestnut horse neighing in the back. The horse, surprisingly, was the only one I had wanted to see. Without permission, my legs slipped away silently as if going upstairs, but they took me outside and to the stall of the chestnut brown horse. To my surprise, he immediately came up to me, nodding his braud head back and forth and going in circles, urging me on. "You wanna play?" I giggled, for the first time that day. The horse seemed to challenge me, and that was enough for me. But before I could slip through the fence, a hand was put on my shoulder, and I smacked it away hastily. Of course, it was the boy, again. "Does nobody in this family have ears? I just want to be alone-" but he interrupted me, saying something about the horse. Said I could, apparently spend time with it, if given my name. "Zylie. Alright? My names Zylie. Zylie Hillsberry."