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 Posted: Sat Feb 16, 2013 8:10 am
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Annabelle was blissfully unaware of Fangs thoughts, which was a good thing with her temper so very much on edge now. She was least of all ungrateful, she was just... Furious, drunk... Stupid if she really would've thought about it. She didn't, she couldn't, she didn't want to think.
“ Lied?...Really? I told you I was going to California, I never said I couldn’t come back if I damn well wanted to.”
Oh so only what he wanted counted? If Annabelle was anything like a dragon, fire would've blasted through her nostrils at that point, but all she could visually let out was an even deadlier glare. If anything is hid how her skin was just crackling again near Fang. Good thing he was doing such a good job at pissing her of or she might just have done something that was... Well love, to keep it simple and short.
"Oh so you can run off! L-"
“-re messing up my date?”
He ignored her or didn't hear her, both of them yelling at each other like there was no tomorrow. She felt the passion though and it made her ache more. Her emotions swirling and becoming worse with the second. Burning... Passionate, hate.
"Date!? That?!"
Really? He must be kidding! He probably only just picked her up tonight! Knowing him he'd get any girl on her knees giving him a ******** b-... Well he could get anything he damn well wanted with the snap of his damn fingers. Date? What was he doing? Playing house? Silly b*****d.
“ What I do? Isn’t any of your <********> business Tinkerbell; but, if you ever bother my girlfriend you’ll regret you ever lived here…”
Not resisting much being shoved away, Annabelle muttered under her breath: "What a pathetic threat..." She was almost straight after Fang, but instead mister bed breaker added injury to insult with a mentioned that she was dealing with brothers. ******** if she cared about this one anymore, she had a more urgent task of catching up.
She hissed as he was hollering a horrible laugh and spurred on by that even more she practically flew furiously after Fang stopping him from getting too far into the dinner. If anything the man could now find comfort in his 'girlfriend' still there, reading whatever and receiving a glass from the waiter. Expecting this man to appreciate a more confidential tone with his girlfriend in hearing distance if she did decide to yell at him. If Fang would resist her firm grip to hold him in place on his shoulders, she would only hold on tighter. She was chasing him again, but probably not as expected as the last time.
"You're kidding me right. You want to play house with that ink doll?" A cruel plained chuckle left her thoat, but at least she could hide her expression behind his line of vision.
"Girlfriend? Really... Hah... I bet you only just picked her up this night." She added with an almost scolding tone, but her voice softened calmed down. If he had stopped struggling by now her touch would've softened, but she wouldn't trust him to let her do her say just like that.
"Suddenly into shy and introvert?" Annie scoffed pulling Fang a little closer to whisper. God, he still smelled wonderful. So fresh and close as he was, was much better than a shirt a few months stale.
"Unlike her I can be anything you want." She added unwilling to let Fang think she was that easy to abandon and forget. She knew how to shift roles, she could drop the silly childish act, she could be less of a slut, but...
"If you really want to settle with boring. Well your loss." Her voice became a bit more of a seductive slur as she grabbed onto his chin and added a slow long lick to the back of his ear. <******** if he wouldn't listen to his pants, she might as well give up and find something more exciting.
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Yours truely,_____
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2013 10:18 am
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"Suoh! Calm down we're not in Yoshida anymore..."
Makoto didn't raise his voice to many people, but Suoh was one of them, seeing as the male was like a brother to him. Kono being the only other person that ever got that tone, but in the case of the teen... It was probably needed. At least it stopped Suoh dead in his tracks as he blinked a few times to register what his just barely saved from drowned friend said. Nobody knew them... It wasn't home and both language and habits were different. Makoto barely caught the apology in his ear and responded with a fairly friendly smile.
"It's okay, ojyousan, I'm alive. In part thanks to you." He noted and he definitely heard Suoh clearing his throat at that quite unsubtly. Makoto sent a glare to Suoh at that to which the bandaged male responded with a light sigh, knowing that his friend appreciated friendliness at all times.
"Gomennasai..." He said grumblingly and then added. "Sorry..." Makoto added a little urging with his elbow to Suoh's leg. "I was... just a 'itte angry."
"Little" Corrected Makoto and then he in turn sighed, before an idea popped into his head.
"Say... You wouldn't have seen a young blond boy about Suoh's-" Makoto motioned to his friend. "size around here? Perhaps with a brunette, whoever that is." Makoto asked, half thinking out loud. Suoh obviously was more concerned with how the air was making his half wet clothes colder.
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2013 6:02 am
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Unable to hear the retort of his brother because he had already entered the diner, Fang had the most irritated expression of apology on his face when he saw dear Sandra. However, given that he was a Kempt son, that expression of remorse might have looked more like anger and vengeance than anything apologetic in nature. Whether that was really her or the back of someone else’s head, Fang was stopped before his hand could open the front door by the tight grip of Tinkerbell herself clutching his shoulders. All apology melting into what looked to be violent disgust, Fang glared and made not a sound in case Sandra turned around and saw him and lost all shred of respect he might have gained today.
“ You’re kidding me right. You want to play house with that ink doll?”, Tink said with a chuckle in her throat, and having heard the chuckle Fang’s facial expression grew very cold and disconcerted. ‘ Oh I don’t think I’ll just be ‘playing’ house Tinkerbell…’, too irritated to do anything but breathe, hot air steamed from his nostrils as he waited for the woman to get to the point.
“ Girlfriend? Really…Hah…I bet you only picked her up this night.”, Angered at some woman he just slept with for a few days thinking she had –any- idea of his intentions (regardless of it being true that he had only just made a move tonight), Fang started to turn his head a little to glare at her and he felt Annie’s voice whisper into his ear and the heat of it brushed against his neck and earlobe. Ignoring the wake of shivers, because he was certainly too angry to want to do anything about that at this particular moment, he paused to pay attention to the whisper...and his eyes widened.
“ Suddenly into shy and introvert?...Unlike her I can be anything you want.”, Somehow pulled closer to her in the midst of the whisper, Fang began to open his mouth in a hint of a snarl (multiple sensations and feelings rising to cause his new anger at her effect on him) when she spoke still further.
“ If you really want to settle with boring. Well your loss.”, and suddenly irritated at the strike against a sweet and attractive girl he felt a strange guardianship over, Fang snapped his hand up to try and grab Annie’s arm, throat, or side to push her or tug her away; but, the feel of her tongue grazing over his skin brought with it flashbacks of their time together at the Overlook Hotel. Distracted, momentarily, by the natural desire of his body rising up within him, Fang started to be tempted before his spite got the better of him and he simply let his arousal fuel and feed the anger he felt for the way she had affected him so much back then (and now as well, which he refused to let himself realize at this moment). Not shoving her away, but not letting the desire show anywhere other than the heat in his eyes muddled with the venom he felt, Fang narrowed his eyelids and dipped his head to better pin his gaze onto her own.
“ Anything I want?...”, Fang quickly glanced towards the window with his eyes before looking back at her face. “ Sandra is who I want.”, and trying his best to dispel the arousal his body started to feel, the man had to glance aside and see his brother smirking and smoking a cigarette to feel enough hatred in his body to cool the flames inside his body that were linked to anything but scorn and lingering heart ache.
“ What you call boring, I call loyal…and you, my dear, well...”, Fang tugged Annabelle closer a bit mercilessly by grabbing her shoulder or her clothing, something he could grip that might be uncomfortable or hurt to tug her to him closer whether it hurt more or not.
“...I certainly can’t play house with you now can I?”, and not thinking that needed an answer as to the cruel meaning he conveyed by his words, Fang let her go and glanced at his repulsive elder brother with an even more grotesque disgust (if possible) that he had earlier shown to ‘Tinkerbell’.
“ And you! Brother…will stay away from Sandra, ”, He paused to point through the window. “ If you know what’s good for Bella.”, and meaning good on his opinion and his words, Fang reached for the door again and tried to open it, anxious to be back near Sandra again.
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2013 6:31 am
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Just lingering in the background like a fly on the wall after the sharp and fast little snap from frightful pixie, Skull smirked to himself as he took his lighter out from his pocket and flicked it open. Bringing it to his cigarette just to add additional heat when he breathed in the deadly air regardless of the cancer stick not needing to be touched by a lighter. As it was, the paper burned brighter than it had before, and given how dark it was the light illuminated the scene before him as he unconsciously flicked his lighter open and closed just so that the clicking noise stirred the attention of his brother. Watching the scene before him continue to unfold in great amusement, by the time his brother finally looked up from the…unusual interlude with Pixie blonde, an almost demonic smirk was curled on his coy mouth. ‘ So baby brother wants something serious again?’, the man mused, remembering when his younger brother had slept with someone he loved once simply because the person he loved fancied him at the time. They had fought many a time and broken a leg in the process, mostly Harold breaking Richard, and it seemed they were not above these petty fights no matter how much time passed.
“ and you! Brother…will stay away from Sandra,”, Pleased to know whoever it was his brother liked had a name he could easily remember, Skull just raised one eyebrow as though to convey that he could do whatever the ******** he wanted to do and Richy couldn’t stop him. Trying to look where Fang pointed, his eyes narrowed at the predictable choice before chuckling in his throat. ‘ She kind of looks like Emily…’, Skull mused, not so much for her facial appearance, but because of the way that the girl he thought Fang was pointing to sat in her chair and fidgeted slightly.
“ If you know what’s good for Bella.”, and waiting for his brother to open the door, Skull walked forward those few short feet to try and pin Annie with a very serious…dark…look. He had been looking for the perfect revenge for all those annoying little attempts to sleep with him that she once made, and now seemed to be the only time he might ever get without a needless access of effort. So speaking just soft enough for her to hear, the ‘Kempt’ stare that both brothers possessed and expressed brushed against his features and remained fixed there.
“ I think you’ve done enough damage for one night, don’t you?...”, Skull readied his muscles as though he expected an attack, shoulders bent a certain way from his wrestler training. The moment was just too perfect to overlook…
“ Or is there someone else on your speed dial waiting for a fast ******** style="font-size: 10px">”, and quite expecting the woman to explode, rather hoping for it really, he protected his vitals by changing his posture in the darkness and breathing in through the cigarette before spitting it out to better protect his teeth. Ever since Bella had left for Casey, his heart had become quite rancid and sour, and it didn’t matter to him if he was fighting a woman or a man…he was a loose flame wanting the world to burn.
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Posted: Fri Mar 15, 2013 12:33 am
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Not planning anything out in the slightest, Emily Kempt was merely focusing on the sheer act of pressing her mouth to Kono’s own in the abbreviations of what could be a very passionate interlude. The sensation of his bottom lip brushing against her own, well, outside of family this was truly the first boy she could remember kissing and so his mouth felt anew though lips generally ought to feel the same. Her heart aflutter at being alone, now that she –had- found herself in her ‘beloved’s’ arms, it seemed that she was quite unsure of what to do. No manual in the world could educate her on how to kiss someone besides practice, and as Kono didn’t seem to be taking the lead, though he did kiss her back, it left her trying to think of the only people she had watched kiss another and he used that education to the best of her abilities. Nibbling softly against his lip, Emily opened her eyes in the darkness as she leaned away to break the lock of their lips. ‘ Don’t be afraid…he likes you, why else bring a rose?’
Still nervous, Emily took a leap of faith in his affection being genuine by pressing a gentle kiss to Kono’s neck. Horribly flushed red, Emily froze then, uncertain just –what- she should do next. Afraid to keep put, she began to gently kiss down his neck as her fingers caressed down Kono’s back. Not wishing to be too unguarded, though that had been her original intention before fear got in the way, Emily hoped to receive further encouragement and while she thought she felt footsteps outside the closet door, she didn’t stop pressing soft pecks down his neck even though she did try and make less noise.
“ K-Konoke?...”, Emily whispered to fetch his attention, her voice warm from the heat of their kisses.
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Posted: Fri Mar 15, 2013 3:21 am
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Quite happy to see the quiet little smile gracing Sandra’s face at his return, the frustrated man felt his muscles relax as he almost forgot she hadn’t said yes yet and bent down towards her. Had she not spoken, Fang would have tried to press a soft peck to her cheekbone; but, as he heard the whisper plain as day by his ear, a wry smirk decorated the edge of his face as he tried to kiss her ear very quickly and move himself to sit opposite of his tattooed princess. Was that your sister? The whisper rang in his head, and given the choice to lie or tell the truth, the man remembered his contract and sighed at the fact that he had already signed it.
“ Mhm, no…”, Fang began quite matter-of-factly as he chuckled to himself and cocked his head to one side to better lock their chocolate gazes. “ That roaring creature was a ghost from my past, who is quite drunk, and thought she could persuade me to her apartment for a little tumble.”, and fully aware how that blunt honesty could hurt Sandra or make her especially wary and distrustful of him, he smiled more warmly as he focused only on Sandra’s eyes and attempted to clasp her hand. If he could, the man would have tried to raise her fingers to press his mouth against her knuckles in a genteel kiss of reassurance.
“ You see, she isn’t the type for serious relationships…and I…”, he paused to try and describe himself the best way. “ have been quite captivated by your sweet, quiet, nature.”, and chuckling warmly, Fang released her hand as the waitress returned and asked if they were ready to order. Raising one eyebrow, the man wasn’t sure what they had here, and so he simply smiled in his almost flirtatious way and looked up at the waitress.
“ I’ll have whatever my gorgeous Darling wants.”, and hoping that to be enough to reassure Sandra, that while he was an attractive and sought after man, he was serious about being in a secure relationship with her; Fang send Sandra a warm smile and wondered if she was hungry…simply to keep his mind from poking her about signing the contract, because if she had he simply hadn’t noticed it yet.
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Posted: Fri Mar 15, 2013 3:53 am
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Amongst everything she could've expected the glare she got was nothing less than a straight jab into her heart. She there within his brown eyes both what she recognized and feared. At the same time his response was what she wanted, but also what she didn't want. Desire and rejection right there in one ******** stare. Yet, she couldn't have phantom she felt in this moment. All the pain she had felt in the last few months came back to make her ache. Did she want to cry? Yes, more than anything, but she wouldn't and couldn't become like the woman she loathed the most in her life: her mother.
“ Anything I want?...” Yes! Anything! She could be the freaking pope if she put her mind to it! Anything at all! The man, however, had something else in mind and it sent her stomach crawling nauseatingly to all fours when she heard these words spill from his mouth: “ Sandra is who I want.” Maybe her world was reeling maybe not, but she definitely couldn't melt away out of the stupid idea right this second to avoid any more painful jabs. Her expression quickly sank from confidence to anger and sheer hurt.
“ What you call boring, I call loyal…and you, my dear, well......I certainly can’t play house with you now can I?” She didn't resist him dragging her around. Sadly enough it only made the reminder clearer of what was so clearly slipping through her hands here. Oh yes he was right. She wasn't somebody to play house with. It was way too obvious that she was promiscuous little slut and he was over that.
There she stood mouth full of teeth, unable to retort at all. She felt empty as he yelled at his brother and slipped away. Any plan she thought she had fell from her mind. Unlike how convinced she was a few minutes ago with this little test of fate she couldn't just walk away without being broken in her core. Kind of like a lost child she stared to the inside of the diner. She soon regretted that though as the man seemed keen enough to treat his new found desire with a peck.
Who had she been kidding? He was never in her league beyond a fleeting ******** style="color: #340645"> I think you’ve done enough damage for one night, don’t you?...”
Oh you've got to be kidding her! This guy really wanted to stick his nose into this pile of s**t?
"No" She growled angrily, but he didn't stop there.
“ Or is there someone else on your speed dial waiting for a fast ********, ******** you! He had no ******** right to speak! None at all! She wasn't going to stand there and let him gloat like a dirty mother ********. She balled her fist, turned on her heel and sent a straight jab to his annoying face!
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Yours truely,_____
______________Annabelle~ |
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Posted: Fri Mar 15, 2013 4:45 am
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It was almost too perfect, the sheer evidence of love that seemed to glisten in Annie’s broken eyes. Fang might have been blind to see them, or not able to see them because of his interest in Sandra, but for whatever reason…be that the lighting from the diner letters above the door, favoring his direction, or he simply could notice it better through the lens of cigarette smoke; Skull knew an easy target when he saw one. He knew that Annabelle would retaliate…the question was simply how and lucky for him the rocker woman aimed straight for his face.
Given that the woman was drunk and perhaps her perception was compromised, it didn’t take much effort for the man to grasp her wrist, use his leg to make her leg bend in a way that threw her off balance, and yank both arms behind her back to ensnare the woman. Chuckling in his head at the surprising amount of effort he had to use on the woman, the man simply assumed that while she was offended, her broken heart made her muscles a bit more lax than they would normally be. Whatever the cause, Harold moved his arm in such a way that it could have dislocated Annie’s shoulder if she tried to struggle, and with his other hand snapping over her mouth he led her away from the building enough to be out of sight of anyone who might want to look. Not one to waste time, however long or short that struggle was, Skull’s heartless eyes seemed to burn in hatred and delight as he moved his mouth against her ear and mumbled in a harsh tone to command her silence in a way she might not expect.
“ Now that I’ve got your attention Annie; listen close to me.”, and not giving her the option to struggle, he stayed quiet long enough to see if anyone was nearby before he continued.
“ You love my brother; don’t you…”, he didn’t expect an answer, so Skull didn’t pause long enough to get one. “ How badly do you want to be with him? Would you do…anything…for him?”, and lingering long enough to see if she would retaliate, he moved his hand away from Annie’s mouth and sharply used it to grab at her neck to increase the pressure on the shoulder he pulled back at his mercy by holding her hands behind her back at that painful angle.
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Posted: Fri Mar 15, 2013 7:22 am
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Annabelle wasn't sure any more why she was swinging a punch to this guy once he caught onto her wrist. Subconsciously used to getting into fights - she had some training after all- and fairly drunk her body gave way, not resisting too much once she was dragged of her feet, locked in place and simply defeated. She barely struggled once her arm was too strained and too close to dislocating.
“ Now that I’ve got your attention Annie; listen close to me.”
'What? Just what!?' She half yelled and half growled in her own mind. Her unheard thoughts being the only defence she had left with her arms locked in place and nothing useful in kicking distance. There were other options, but those would only hurt her muscles and perhaps even bones and now seemed like the worst time to pick for that, even in her drunken state.
“ You love my brother; don’t you…”
Annabelle sighed deeply. It was true okay. However, if she was obvious enough that this sour potato noticed then Fang would've too. Right? Right! Oh the realization suck even deeper, most of her will burring itself deep underground. This bed breaking brother, however, ignored her apparent discourage and continued to talk without much regard.
“ How badly do you want to be with him? Would you do…anything…for him?”
Her eyes seemed to water, feeling like a fresh wound was being exposed to salt cold and fresh air with that question. For a moment she fought back when her mouth was freed but, the hand in her neck was enough to keep her down like a nice little puppy bulldog on a leash.
Would she do anything? God yes! Would it help her? She didn't think so. Most of all she was afraid that all it would do was stab her heart even deeper, but right now... She was hopeless to take anything at all.
"Yes..." She admitted with a defeated voice. She had been so convinced that the impossible bit of love they had shared in the overlook was mutual. Now it seemed like she had been mistaken after all. Getting over a stupid little dream for al these lost months. It seemed stupid now... She slightly tried to get her contorted body in a more comfortable position, but in vain. She breathed in sharply, suppressing the emotional overload going through her body and mind. She then gulped again before she dared to venture a question of her own at the man still smelling of badly chosen cigarettes.
"Whatever do you have in mind?" She almost seemed to be holding on to a silly little bit of last hope.
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______________Annabelle~ |
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Posted: Fri Mar 15, 2013 8:07 am
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Waiting on the precipice of Annabelle’s words, Skull’s original glee at the turn of events seemed to melt away into a harsh, serious, expression on his face. Stone cold, or sour as Annabelle might say about him, Skull simply lingered in silence as he watched the blonde’s eyes begin to water with the evidence of her sincerity. Simply tightening his grip with his strong fingers when she tried to struggle and save her pride, he didn’t say anything as he just waited for Annabelle to confess the truth on her own. Love was a very complicated emotion and behavior, and it couldn’t be rushed or plucked without pain being evident.
“ Yes…”, She finally admitted with a tone so broken that even someone heartless sometimes like Harold Kempt couldn’t help but feel a twinge or sorrow for her sake. Not that he was a man who pitied, but it merely made him remember the pain he dealt with every day with being torn from the people he loved. Or person really, as he doubted that one of them could see him in that light again. Releasing his grip just enough so that she could move and get more comfortable, he didn’t fully withdraw his guard; but, he moved to better lock his gaze with Annabelle’s own.
“ Whatever do you have in mind?”, Annabelle finally asked, and though his eyes seemed to stay stoic, there was a glimmer of fierce mercy blooming beneath the light of his hazel eyes. Not thinking Harold needed to cage the woman anymore, he softened his hand completely and simply caressed his hand against her back like an older brother before he spoke.
“ A trap, of sorts…”, Skull began to say, a dark little chuckle warming up his throat at the playfulness of his words in the moment.
“ He doesn’t seem to think you’re capable of a serious relationship, and given our…broken childhood...I can’t blame him for being apprehensive with your track record Annabelle.”, and not meaning to be cruel, but blunt, Skull tried to send a half smile but his general lack of interest in smiling might have made the gesture look askew.
“ Pretend to be my girlfriend. Dress the part, act the role, and he’ll realize he was wrong about you.”, Watching Annabelle’s eyes, Skull paused just a moment to narrow his eyes. “ That is…if you’re sure you want to be with him. Above every other man?”
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Posted: Sun Mar 17, 2013 3:30 am
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Sandra was slightly surprised to receive even a little peck. Not used to receiving affection from anybody but well known friends or family Sandra was heavily inclined to pull away and perhaps slightly she did. Fang here, however, seemed to ignore it anyway. That was good thing. She'd need time to settle into this feeling.
“ Mhm, no…That roaring creature was a ghost from my past, who is quite drunk, and thought she could persuade me to her apartment for a little tumble.”
Sandra thought she was blushing at least her cheeks felt like they were burning if anything. He was being honest, too honest perhaps. If he had lied she wouldn't even have spotted it. He was sincere, blunt but sincere. She lightly bit her lip, kind of regretting that she had been curious. Her eyes darted around, until they finally found his warm gaze and she slightly gulped down her instant nervousness.
“ You see, she isn’t the type for serious relationships…and I… have been quite captivated by your sweet, quiet, nature.”
Sandra slightly cleared her throat, her eyes going down to the table and her phone on the contract that Fang seemed blissfully unaware of. It kind of stressed her that he didn't just notice and she really didn't know how to out her decision in words.
"I... eh..." She fell silent, obviously not knowing what to say, but a waiter came to her rescue and that was a good thing.
“ I’ll have whatever my gorgeous Darling wants.” By the time he had finished his sentence she was fidgeting with her hands a little before her eyes shot up at him with the duty of picking pushed to her. Her eyes slightly widening in a panic she fidgeted a little more.
"Uhhhh... I'll..." She nibbled on her lip trying to come up with something to drink quickly. "-have tea." She added eventually. That was a good start. "Chamomile." She specified only realizing that she was slightly hungry. "And... An omelet" She spewed out, honestly never having combines tea and eggs for any reason other than this slight panic just now. Thinking she didn't do much harm with that order she turned her gaze to the ominously still unchecked contract.
It wasn't that important after all?
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Posted: Thu Mar 21, 2013 2:51 pm
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“ A trap, of sorts…”
Her initial giving in was a bit reluctant at best. She was hopeful, but she didn't expect this guy, this brother to help her in any way proper. A trap of sorts sounded good and in her intoxicated state good was amazing to be. She nodded lightly, highly ignoring his dark chuckle at best, reveling in its playfulness at worst.
“ He doesn’t seem to think you’re capable of a serious relationship, and given our…broken childhood...I can’t blame him for being apprehensive with your track record Annabelle.”
Her eyes hardened a bit at this point. She was about getting sick of being treated like a rag-doll to be thrown away and she was definitely sick of her nose being pushed deep into the shityness of her slutty behavior. It had been a while since the reality of her own family had decided to give her an update and as a result she was just deeply lonely. All she had had was lost text in the overlook from her sister.
Hmmm... You might have warned me that you wouldn't be home... Mother was all over me.
Mother... not mom not mommy. Yeah, ******** Fang's broken childhood, ******** this guy's broken childhood. It was only childhood, not their whole <********> life over and over again. These trailing thoughts, of past and recent present, Annabelle pushed away, when she wasn't in it she rather forgot. When she remembered she forgot she remembered and this was exactly what she did, believing that this proved that, despite her will being sapped by recent events, she was still as strong as ever. If not invincible for the cold hard world... And if all that failed... Well nothing a good hangover couldn't fix.
“ Pretend to be my girlfriend. Dress the part, act the role, and he’ll realize he was wrong about you.”
Annabelle's eyes widened a little surprised at this choice of plan. Last she checked this guy was disgusted by her. It seemed like a stupid idea all things considered. She knew she could act any role she needed or wanted, but Fang's brother.... Pfff, if he was going to look as sour puss faced like he had been doing for the last bit of the night then this was going to fail badly. Yet, she wanted to proof Fang wrong, make the little troll in there with him suffer if all else failed.
“ That is…if you’re sure you want to be with him. Above every other man?”
Did she need to think this over?
No! She'd been thinking enough for months and she needed a proper ******** again after all this silliness.
"Then get that gloom of your face... I'm in." She blurted out, obviously not having thought it over much, but confident nonetheless.
Fang was going to be hers! This Sandra character would best get out of her way or ready to dig her own grave.
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Posted: Tue Apr 16, 2013 8:43 pm
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“ Then get that gloom off your face...I'm in.”, Annabelle said with very little pause after his questioning. At least a little bit relieved to have an honest answer, Skull did slightly worry that this woman could break his brother's heart; but, if Annabelle was willing to go through hell for him, then he could not discredit it. Soon Skull would see exactly how much fire Annabelle was willing to walk through, but time had to play its part, and no one could rush it. If this played out to his hopes, it might even boost his chances in his own regards. Stepping towards the woman, Skull simply gestured towards the direction of his apartment and began to walk there as a smirk rose to his face.
“ As you wish...dear...”, skull teased just to be playful as he paused to wait for Annabelle to follow him. Sure, she told him to not look to gloomy; but, the only alteration he could make to his unusual face was to look mischievous or naughty, and given the heat in his eyes, perhaps that was less preferable.
“ We can discuss plans when we get to my house. I hope you don't mind the couch.”, and only suggesting this because it would give the impression they were dating -if- she stayed over at his house, the man shrugged as he tried to keep a balance between the mischief and the gloom from overpowering his features.
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