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Chapter Two

(What do you know?! It finally happened!)

Chapter Two:

“You’ll have to excuse me a minute, I need to use the lady’s room.” I said politely to Peter before quickly pacing away from the dark man and toward the door.

            When I arrived at the door I made a slight glance back to see the man’s reaction. He was arguing with Peter in a soft mumble, but using some very clear and large hand gestures toward my general direction. My eyes bulged at the knowing of him acknowledging my existence, so I quickly slid to the other side of the door and exhaled deeply, gripping onto myself and the numerous events that happened over the course of my day. How was this even possible? How did I end up having to spend 16 months with that bastard? I walked into the restroom and looked in the mirror deeply.

            “What are you doing, Clara?” I asked myself with an exasperated sigh. I wanted to splash water on my face, but I had already spent much too long, as I do every day, applying my makeup on in the most delicate manner possible. I was not one to not care of how I looked; I applied makeup everywhere, and practically refused to let anyone see me without it. I dressed up in skirts or dresses or a nice blouse every day, and I made sure that my hair looked perfect every moment; I was a girly girl, plain and simple. But one thing I was sure of; no devious man was going to ruin the next year and four months of my life.

            I swept my hair out of my face and confidently marched back into the room in which the man was. I fearlessly matched his defined face, clasped his hand tightly, and shook it.

            “Clara Wagner, at your service. I’m thrilled to be spending the next year and a half with you, sir.”

            He looked me up and down, focusing for a slightly longer second on the tight bonding of our hands. He lifted his head slightly in what seemed to be his way of acknowledging the fact he was aware of everything that had just happened between us; the accident, the glares, the cold stares, the deep look into each other’s eyes, the soft hand touching; then mumbled, “I’m Jimmy.”

            “Pleased to meet you.”

            “Oh, but possibly not for the first time, isn’t that right, Miss Wagner?”

            “Who says I’m not married, Mr. Page?”

            I felt the fingertips of his long, soft hands slightly play with my ring finger. I glanced down at my hand, mesmerized by this new, more intimate touch, the looked back up into the direct eye contact of his. He finished caressing the skin around my finger, then smirked and raised his eyebrows, leaving me breathless. Suddenly I felt two hands wrap tightly around my shoulders and squeeze.

            “Come along now Clara, I have people for you to meet, places for you to go, things for you to see.”

            I turned to see Peter towering above me with a grin covering his entire face. I turned as Peter pulled me away and caught a glimpse of Jimmy. He was looking in my direction with an expression that almost whispered vengeance.

LATER THAT NIGHT

That bastard knew what he was doing. He did it purposely. He’s toying with me. I lit a cigarette and slumped down on the hotel bed. We all had our own rooms which was nice due to the fact that barely knew any of the men yet.  I turned on the radio then lay down on the bed, exhaling smoke. A Rush song was buzzing through the static. A few seconds later I heard a knock on the door. Thankfully my makeup was still on, so I rolled off the bed and toward the door. Robert was standing on the other end with a suitcase in his hand.

“Hi, sorry, it seems as though my room had a last minute booking. Mind if I stay with you for the night?”

Yes. Yes I do. There are four other men, not including the roadies, who you are perfectly capable of staying with, so why me, the only woman? Yes, I mind.

“No, of course not. Come in, make yourself at home.” I said instead.

“Thanks so much. I knew I could count on you.”

I smiled halfheartedly and kicked my dirty close into the corner of the room.

“So it seems as though Peter really likes you.” He said in a mumbled due to the cigarette clasped tightly between his lips.

“Really?” I blushed.

“Yeah. Says you’re a really lady, and a cute one too. And I must say I agree with him. It’s a real pleasure to stay with someone as enchanting as you.”

I felt my face get warm as an uncontrollable smile crept across my face.

“Well, off to bed, I suppose. Big day ahead of us tomorrow, Clara.” He smiled charmingly as he reached up and turned off the lamp.

I continued to smile as I made my way under the bed sheets. Maybe staying with Robert wouldn’t be too bad – maybe I could do it every night?

I do not worship the devil. But magic does intrigue me. Magic of all kinds. I bought Crowley’s house to go up and write in. The thing is, I just never get up that way. Friends live there now.
—Jimmy Page ,
The Rolling Stone 1976 (via beatledog)
workinfrom7to11everynight:

Jimmy these pants are hot! And so is that little opening in your shirt there… 8)~

workinfrom7to11everynight:

Jimmy these pants are hot! And so is that little opening in your shirt there… 8)~

frankincennamon:

egobus:

dionysus and apollo have quickly become two of my favourite greek gods 

so I looked them up and I found my new favourite picture 

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look at their faces 

look at how fucking drunk dionysus is 

look at apollo 

look at his face

so judgmental 

i love it 

Wait a second…

Is that…

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Me: ah, yes. Home alone. I can do whatever I want!
Me: *turns TV up a couple notches*
Me: *watches YouTube videos without headphones*
Me: getting crazy up in here
Achilles: *blinks*
Patroclus: Amazing.

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foolcariad:

Well damn….

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aideanoakenshield:

A 19 year old Jimmy page interviewed by ITV in 1963 (x)

planetfreddie:

original edits by me (inspired by x) (one, two)
more coming soon

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