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[pygmy princess]

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Oliver groaned. "I mean act like you aren't on drugs you idiot. Ana's here, and right now isn't the best time," he hissed at him, just as Ana entered into the kitchen. "Ana! You remember Adrienn, right? He uh...popped by." Oliver watched how the two interacted with each other. It was clear neither liked the other, and neither of them were exactly trying to hide that fact. "This is going to be awful," he thought. Boy was he under estimating things. Suddenly, Adrienn coughed, and it sounded suspiciously like 'b***h'. Oliver gave him a warning look, but the likelihood the man saw it was slim to none. Even if he had been looking right at Oliver, Adrienn was drugged up pretty bad. Before he could step in and say much else, Adrienn exploded at Ana's simple question. Sure, it had lacked a friendly tone but Ana was at least trying, wasn't she?

"Just came to chill with my friend like I always do after work... But... You know, three's a crowd, and I'm allergic to bitches."

Oliver wasted no time. Ana had had enough to deal with today, let alone Adrienn's surprise visit and attitude. "Watch it, Adrienn. Don't talk to Ana like that," he said as stern as possible. It was always hard to be stern with him. The two were drug buddies, and Oliver didn't want his supply cut off. Yes, he was cutting off on most drugs. But he still needed a supply of weed and maybe even acid. After all, he had told Ana no alcohol, as well as nothing he could snort or inject. He'd said nothing about oral consumption.

In the next second, Adrienn was shoving past him and Ana, and saying something about Theo. "Will do," he said weakly. The door slammed shut and once again Oliver and Ana were alone. Oliver brought his hands up to his head and rubbed his temples, trying to calm the headache that was brewing. When it was slightly dulled, Oliver turned to Ana. "I...Sorry, I didn't know he was going to swing by.." He paused before continuing on carefully. "He didn't mean that...He's just...gone." Gone did not refer to the fact that Adrienn had left.

wearing: this || with: Ana || where: home

[maps to lose your way]

ANADEVERAUX

There's a still in the street outside your window
You're keeping secrets on your pillow
Let me inside, no cause for alarm
I promise tonight not do no harm

Yeah, she remembered Adrienn. Hard to forget the face of the man who was responsible for taking her boyfriend from her. Again, she knew she was being unfair. But that didn’t change the fact that she didn’t like him, at all. The feeling seemed to be mutual, if the small cough given under his breath was any indication, but she didn’t react other than a glare. For one thing, she was hungry. For another, he was responding to her question.

"Just came to chill with my friend like I always do after work... But... You know, three's a crowd, and I'm allergic to bitches."

Ana slammed her food down, but before she could say anything, Oliver was speaking and he was leaving, but not before she snarled out a, to him. She didn’t swear often, but she didn’t like that word, because she was not. Or, she didn’t think she was. The moment she heard the door slam and she knew he was gone, Ana relaxed. Just a hair though. She had been willing to let it go, especially when Oliver said he didn’t know the other man was going to drop by. She believed him, so that should have been the end of it.

"He didn't mean that...He's just...gone." At that, Ana tensed up again. She knew that he meant more than just gone in the literal sense, but she didn’t think that was any kind of excuse. Not for him, and not for Oliver.

”So? He meant it. You know that. Why the hell are you trying to defend him?” Because he and Adrienn were friends, or because he wanted to keep getting his drugs? Ana realized she was on the verge of tears again and she shook her head to try and stave them off. There was no point in picking a fight with Oliver over this, but she was tired, and didn’t feel right.

”You know, I wasn’t a whore or b***h until I started to go out with you.” She didn’t mean that, and she regret the words as soon as they left her. It wasn’t fair to him, and it wasn’t accurate. But she was going to cry if she wasn’t angry, and she’d cried enough already over this. Anger was easier. It was just easier to blame him for her problems.




Watching you dress as you turn down the lights
I forget all about the storm outside
Dark clouds roll their way over town
Heartache and pain came a-pouring down

[pygmy princess]

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”So? He meant it. You know that. Why the hell are you trying to defend him?”

Oliver raised his brows. "Because I know what he's like when he's like this," he said warily. Why was she fighting him on this? It wasn't as if Oliver hadn't stood up for her. He did...or at least that's how he saw it.

”You know, I wasn’t a whore or b***h until I started to go out with you.”

Oliver's jaw clenched and he shut his eyes. His hands rested on the back of a kitchen chair and he squeezed so his knuckles turned white. Maybe it was the stress of all they'd been through today. Maybe it was because he'd taken pills. Whatever it was, Oliver was feeling pretty fed up with Ana. "Look, what's your problem Ana? If you have such an issue with this," he motioned back and forth between them, "Then why are you even in this still? Why?" He knew he sounded rougher than he should have but he was fed up with her blaming it all onhim. Yes, he was a bad influence and he had the bad reputation. But it wasn't as if he'd ever tried to get Ana into the drugs or drinking.

Oliver let his hands slip from the chair. He turned from her, shaking his head. He needed to calm down or something. Oliver didn't want to say or do something he'd regret. "How the hell can you tell me you love me if you can't be happy with me? Because that's exactly what you make it seem like Ana. Like I'm not enough for you."

wearing: this || with: Ana || where: home

[maps to lose your way]

ANADEVERAUX

There's a still in the street outside your window
You're keeping secrets on your pillow
Let me inside, no cause for alarm
I promise tonight not do no harm

Yeah, she shouldn’t have said any of that. Ana watched as his hands clenched on the chair, and she knew that he was restraining himself. She should apologize now, before this turned into another fight. She remembered the one they’d had only hours ago, where she’d more or less kicked him out. Only, it would be she who left this time, and she didn’t want to go through that all over again. She knew that she could only push him so far before Oliver told her not to even bother coming back. Too much of this and she’d be alone with the child.

Ana knew that this wasn’t going to be easy. But she was sick and tired of it already. Maybe it would be easier to just not ha – no, that wasn’t an option. She could get it together. And she needed to do that by first not blaming Oliver for things that weren’t his fault. It was her father and Adrienn that had said those things to her, not him. Never Oliver. "How the hell can you tell me you love me if you can't be happy with me? Because that's exactly what you make it seem like Ana. Like I'm not enough for you."

The words hit her like a slap. Is that what he thought? Her shoulders slumped then. All anger, all combat was gone out of her. ”O-Oliver…” She wrapped her arms around herself, like that would make everything better. It didn’t. He was still mad at her, which she guessed she deserved. Ana felt like her emotions were all over the place, which was probably because of the stress. She thought. She hoped. ”Sorry. I didn’t mean that. I love you, I do. It’s… it’s everything, everyone else I’ve got a problem with.” Ana took a deep breath and explained, ”It’s the drugs, and people like Adrienn that… that’s upsetting. We were fine before he came. Well, maybe not fine. But we were going to be.” She meant what she said, but Ana didn’t think the words were leaving her the right way.

She crossed the kitchen, only stopping when she was close to him. Though she knew he was agitated, Ana also knew that she didn’t have any reason to fear him hitting her or anything like that. ”I do love you. No matter what. I don’t like seeing you high, or with people like him, but that doesn’t change how I feel about you.” Tentatively, she reached up and ran her fingers down the side of his face.



Watching you dress as you turn down the lights
I forget all about the storm outside
Dark clouds roll their way over town
Heartache and pain came a-pouring down

[Breakbeat Tango]

I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes,
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes...

♃ Tяisтaи Jaмєs Vascо ♃

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Tristan chuckled at the thought of detention and reminisced about the good ol' days. Throwing paper balls into the trash bin, doodling, and listening to music. Detention was better than the actual class was so he spent most of his time there. He was taken aback when Liv invited him to one of her classes. He furrowed his eyebrows when the immediate thought came, "Is that such a good idea? You did just hear my chemistry experience right?" He joked. "I can't imagine being a real good influence on your students." He continued to say in jest, but a part of him really believed it. If a failure like him came into a class at thirty years old and messed up how would that look to a group of impressionable teens?

He then turned away awkwardly and spied the parking lot looking for Liv's car. "Etta's! Yes!!!" He walked towards the car and went to open the driver's side door for Olivia but her locked car kept him out. He tried once more but to no avail. He glared at the car for making him look dumb and wretched his arm back and instead made a dramatic motion to her car, "Your chariot awaits mademoiselle!" He grinned with a fake French accent. "See I can be gentlemanly," he stated as a matter-of-factually. He stood straight and his grin grew from ear to ear, his arms laying across his chest nonchalantly.

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|| Location: Outside the Library || Thoughts: Finally Liv Came <3 || Speaking To: Olivia || Outfit: Tris ||

I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door, I must have it painted black.

[pygmy princess]

Right. So...this is done for. all-uncharted, if you want to continue Ana and Oliver I'm definitely game. Since I can't be on much until I get my charger replaced (it should arrive any day now), if you'd like to make a thread for them that'd be awesome. Just PM me the link. Also, if you could post Ana's last post there that'd be even awesomer.