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[We Could Be Villains]

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✖ And I, I was your mouth,
Just giving it, just giving it;
As if they were my words
That spilled on the ground.

It wasn’t wise to think of eternity. Her mother had told her that, years prior, when Arcadia was still the only home the girl had known and her lineage had meant the world to her. Never had Taiga been the best at her studies, but she genuinely tried to overcome whatever learning inadequacies she suffered and it was the Arden way that no one treated her differently because of them. Even so, it was frightening in retrospect; a creature displaced in a sea of angels. Perfection would shine through the eyes of her peers and the girl could only struggle to stay afloat in the vast seas of her learned insecurities. The clan may not see her differently, but Taiga knew she was less, and it was detrimental to her development overall. Stunted was the term. Emotionally, she sought two things from those around her: Stability and a sense of worth. Aisling had given her both of these in the time they had gotten acquainted, but there was always that thought hidden behind other matters, one which the Fae couldn’t just tuck away. Aisling would die as all humans do and there was nothing Taiga could do to stop that.

Not yet.

Hands graced her features, tucking back her mauve locks so the two could nuzzle, though rain was now heavy on the hair and her clothes. If she had ever felt so helpless, it was then and there, with a somber look in her violet hues. If only things were different… If only she knew what to say to Aisling to make her see the bleak mentality the Fae was trapped in, then there would be no doubt the tears shed were well deserved. Still, Taiga couldn’t do that all night; even if her insides felt alive with wild fire and countless lumps she struggled to swallow. Suppressing everything however best she could, the taller of the two nodded and let it be. Ignorance was bliss and knowledge seemed to be pain. Realization of the future was at best a slap to her mental state, and worst, a complete breakdown in the making. Time would tell, it seemed.

As the rain fell, Taiga took the initiative to lead them away from the now emptied street, and off to bed. The least the Fae could do was provide Aisling a night of quiet care in the dark of her townhouse.













♛ --------- But you, you were my rock;
Just c r u m b l i n g, crumbling.
And now my fooling has turned our love to dust.

[Meganohnoes]

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LOCATION┋ONSxx MOOD┋Entertainedxx COMPANY┋'Maestro'
WEARING┋This
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Belial was intrigued by this form standing before her. The face to whom she spoke was not Maestro; but the being didn't seem to simply be a parasite like she was. Her head continued to tilt one way and the other as he spoke, like a confused animal or very interested non-human entity. Her tail swept up from it's place on the floor, swirling behind her head in attentiveness. Tongue darted over dry lips, as she used both hands to toss her dark hair away from her shoulders, releasing his sleeve in the process. It settled in a wave at her back, the choppy ends curling around her a**.

"Two?" she repeats in a purr, the skeptical look on her face saying more than she did at first. With a slow blink of those mischievous green eyes she weighed her options. She could reveal herself to this being and he would use it for his personal gains among all. Revealing to much is what had the demoness in this position in the first place and she couldn't afford to be betrayed again.

"I don't like Maestro at all," she corrects eventually.
"And I am not interested in love making. You can save that for the puppet." As she spoke she crossed her arms beneath her breasts, nearly pushing them out of the slinky black dress she wore. He had mentioned that his purpose was to destroy, and if that were literal she couldn't leave the lynx alone with him. She was using too much energy. If she skulked back into her subconscious before making sure the vessel was safe, she wouldn't be able to protect her.
"Who I am doesn't matter unless you have something to interest me."
Her brows rose, lips pursed forward as she gave him a once-over.
"Do you have something to interest me?"

[Cyto]

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Play hard or go home,

It's just as simple as that.

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Games, music and shots,

sounds like a good night to me.

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The woman blonde hair draped down over her shoulders. Long luscious doll curls followed with straightened bangs. Today had been a horrible day. Tips sucked and pretty much everything that was placed in between waking up and closing time sucked. The day time life really wasn't up Jai's alley. In fact, she worked most of the day time life anyways so it didn't bother her. Early bird is a title that would be completely lost on her. No, she like to partake in things that are a bit different then those options. Jai works at a local restaurant as a waitress by day. But by night, she was your average every day drunk. Liquid Courage, silly juice, bottled fire, giggle water, grog, poison and or booze, it didn't really matter what you choose to call it. See it all boiled down to one single name liquor. A couple shots of this and that, it just made everything better. If the party wasn't started with three shots. Someone didn't know how to party in Jai's eyes. She would always be around to show them how to throw down. "Thank goodness."

When did Jai take her first shot? 16 or so, honestly how long she had been drinking doesn't bother her. Some people on the other hand might see it as a horrible habit. She is now sitting at a 23 and acts like she is still 18 in most peoples eyes. How did age involve the idea of having fun? Well, most people who didn't know how to have fun, had an excuse to why they didn't. Before it they would have some exaggerated story of what they used to do. Mostly a stupid lie to make themselves feel better about their pathetic life. They are quick to throw blame Jai's life choices on certain things. Had to be how her parents raised her or had to be something terrible in her life she was trying to forget. She is drinking away the pain. Jai tried to explain herself to those who thought strangely of her. They were to big headed to truly grasp the idea, Jai just liked to drink. It's not like she was hunched over the bar crying her eyes out. So why on earth did people think she was so depressing. Obviously they have never drank with her. She liked how alcohol made her feel... for the lack of better words, alive. It made everything more exciting.

Jai's family is a normal god fearing family. She moved to the bigger city in hopes for her dreams. She wanted to be a dancer. Now the only time she got to dance was in a bar or club. Dancing isn't something one person could just slip into. Being some back up dancer felt like a goal too far away to reach at the moment. Becoming a stripper would get in the way of her night life. It would also put a dapper in her chances. In that case, she would rather wait tables. Every day she went into her horrible everyday job. Jai felt like it was chipping away at her soul. The life of the mid-class, if not lower class. Work, eat and sleep then start the schedule again. Jai's is work, eat, party and sleep, rinse, lather and repeat. Please and thank you, if her life was going to be boring. Why was it wrong that she partied it up. Really, some people could learn to cut loose here and there. It might even do them a bit of good. "Where next." Jai mumbled with a small red color flushed across her cheeks.

She had went home and changed into a pair of black leather pants with studs riddled all around. Skulls are stitched in the back pockets with a heart on the right eye socket. She tucked the bottom of her pants into her knee high boots. Three silver buckles are placed on the outside of the boots for flair. The heel itself on the boots are at least 3 inches. Higher the heel the better the person's butt and legs looked. Proven fact or a silly way of getting women to buy shoes. Either way, it worked for Jai. To add a bit of spice to the outfit, Jai picked a low v neck top. The words 'I bite, you may like?' written in a fancy scrip with a couple blood splatters to stress the point. Finishing the look with a black collar and her absolute favorite hoodie. It had red patches with safety pins riddled here and there. When she pulls the hood over her head, two wolf black ears pop up on her head. Right now, it had to be pulled over her head. For some unknown reason other then the idea that mother nature was trying to rain on her parade, it had to rain tonight. Her grayish blue eyes gazed around while she dashed about. There was a bar type place around here. That was if she could get her mind to focus enough. "Party rocker in the house tonight." She sang to herself. Her head drifted back and forth. Each building she passed looked haunted. Most people would probably be sane enough to avoid going down to this area. Not Jai, once again, Liquid courage they call it. She thought to herself reaching out to the handle door handle on the bar.

Pushing it open so she could pull herself out of the rain. Jai pulled her hood down with a sigh. Most of her hair was already ruined. There goes the hour she put in to doing it. "Sweet baby Zeus, tell me there is a jukebox and shots." She didn't say it to loud. The last thing she would want is to interrupt other peoples night. That didn't mean she had too much of a control. See before she had entered this bar, she was in a club quite a bit a ways from here. There she had seven shots and two drinks to wash them down. Her eyes would drift back and forth to see a couple of the people. "I see a bar stool with my name on it!" Jai smile reached ear to ear. Moving quickly to up-tain the seat before anyone else could even get the idea to snatch it. She extended her hand out to catch the bartender's attention. "Hey! Bartender, can I get two four horseman shots and a zombie bite shot and to wash it down I guess I will take a coke." Maybe she shouldn't be shouting her order at the man. Then again, bartenders are normally more forgiving to tipsy people with bad volume problems.

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♡Where am I♡ One-Night Stand
♢What on my mind♢ 'Looks nice enough to drink away the rain.'
♧Who's around me♧ 'A lot of strangers, wont be the last time either.'
♤Why am I here♤ 'To go shopping, for booze.'


~☠O.O.C☠~