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 Posted: Tue Apr 09, 2013 7:42 pm
Whoo! What a night. Zia was supposed to be working late, but when the night wound down and it was just here and a few familiar people it turned less into work and more of a discussion of chemical assistance in staying up all night, and then in relaxing, and then there was some switching and experimentation and just a bit of dabbling with the boss' bar.
She didn't remember who gave her a ride or how she even got on this side of town, but she was already loosening the tie on her blouse as she rapidly pounded on the door and bounced in her heels until a certain someone answered the door.
"HI!" She dropped her wrestling match with her tie to hold both sides of his face.
"We'll never work, darling, you're too much more prettier than I am," A master of the English language, clearly. And she let herself in, kicking off her shoes once inside and just walking around in her nylons like she owned the place. "I am starving, please tell me you have chips, because I ate all of the crap I keep stashed in my desk and then I realized, hey, I would totally kill a guy for some chips."
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Posted: Tue Apr 09, 2013 8:21 pm
Pascal had a shitty day in classes so when he seen Zia there through the peephole he was more than willing to swing open the door and allow her inside but before he could say anything she was calling this whole thing off? It took him a moment to gauge the situation before he flipped his lid and realized that she was saying something ridiculous. Was she drunk? He watched her kick off her shoes before he closed the door behind her.
"Yeah, probably in the cabinet," he said, mostly ignoring things as he brought himself close to try and kiss her.
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Posted: Tue Apr 09, 2013 8:52 pm
"I have had such a day," Zia said, absentmindedly half dodging his kiss when she saw the chips, babbling a mile a minute. "And it's like, I don't even know what the fuuuuck I am doing with myself it is just--"
Her sweeping hand motions bringing her to whirl back around into the would've been kiss she missed half a second ago to smash into his face, totally intentionally, and it did turn into kiss after she seemed to get her bearings and grab him tight and act like she was going to eat him for a second instead of snacks.
"You... sir, are delicious by the way."
And then chips again, a handful of which got messily shoved in her face. Didn't stop her from talking.
"Don't you ever get sick of this rock?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 09, 2013 10:57 pm
In the midst of the whole interaction between them, Pascal found himself stumbling back against the kitchen counter with his hands up.
"Whoa whoa whoa, what are you on?" He yelped. He hadn't seen her act like this since their date at the astronomy. He didn't mind the attention, or her kissing him but it was a bit of a mood killer when there was basically chip flying out of her mouth as she spoke.
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Posted: Wed Apr 10, 2013 5:10 am
"Nothing," Zia shrugged before grabbing a drink and chugging, especially after she realized how dehydrated she felt. "Anymore, it's been a few hours... an hour? Since... I think, I don't know. Why? Am I rambling?"
Her mind was definitely jumping from one thing to the other, but the indulgence she settled on was him. Which was unfortunate because in spite of aggressive kisses and greedy touches, doing things in the kitchen was her biggest pet peeve of all time and she eventually left him to go flop on the couch, which was just enough distraction to groan as she looked up at the ceiling.
"I don't know, man. I just... I... days, and stuck here all the time, can't deal with it anymore hardly."
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Posted: Wed Apr 10, 2013 6:26 pm
Pascal wished he had enjoyed what he had before he threw it away. Unfortunately, he only realized his mistake after he'd made it. She had been all over him: IN THE KITCHEN. For some reason that Pascal couldn't explain Zia was really opposed to anything dirty happening in the kitchen besides his dishes. It didn't matter that she ate in bed, and on the couch, and did things there because apparently the kitchen was some sort of holy ground and he just made her stop.
He sighed, watching her fall onto his couch with the grace of a turtle. He listened to what she said, and simply leaned against the wall for a moment.
"Want to jump out my window?" He asked inappropriately. "Maybe you can fly."
Bad jokes, terrible jokes, absolutely horrible.
He smiled, leaning in and falling back on the couch to wrap his arm around her.
"It can't be that bad, what's happening?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 10, 2013 6:59 pm
The joke went over Zia's head. Sort of. It wasn't so much that she couldn't get it, it was just that her reasoning skills were a bit dulled and her mind was on other things she associated it with.
"It's not funny, I hate it here," She stated, frowning at the ceiling. "Terrorists run around with the freedom of the ages and we're stuck."
She rested a hand on his arm. Then shifted in discomfort. Then shifted again. And then pushed him to the side so she could lay on his chest, fingers tapping on him under her chin as she gnawed on her lip between sentences.
"Do you ever feel like the very gravity of earth itself is crushing you in this horrible containment when there are literal people out there right now able to actually go into space? And they just stomp on and ignore all of this access to the knowledge and cultural artifacts because they're too busy being ******** stupid, I hate that they have so much to be stupid with, I hate that Chris got married, I hate my boss, I hate my mom--"
She clunked their heads together, a very deliberate frown on her face, and an uncharacteristic blush she was totally unaware of because her face felt kind of numb. "You are the only person I don't hate right now, but I love you so much it hurts more than my feet being tethered to the ground of this rock."
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Posted: Wed Apr 10, 2013 10:22 pm
Pascal sat in silence as Zia rambled on until finally she clunked her head against his. His eyes fell from her eyes to her frown, momentarily to her breasts, and then finally settled back on her eyes. She had said a lot but only one thing stuck in his mind at the end of it: Her confession of love. He smiled, frown, smiled again and then shuffled on the couch with a hint of unease before settling back down.
"I don't hate you too," he joked, making light of the fact he wasn't saying the words back.
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Posted: Thu Apr 11, 2013 5:49 am
The fact he didn't reciprocate went right over Zia's head, probably because she proclaimed love for individuals on a weekly basis and didn't really see an issue here. She adored him, she adored a lot of people who stuck around, and she wasn't looking for any repetition. Mostly because that was a tiny aside from her point.
"I am serious!" She announced like a child. "Every day I wake up and I feel like if I spend one more hours suffocating here I'm going to die. The last time a knight zapped me to Jupiter he was threatening to kill me and it was still preferable to the ridiculous gravitational containment of earth and day in and day out of utter powerlessness when other people have the power to come and go as they please."
However, she was totally aware of the glance at her breasts, just like her self conscious, body issue ridden state whenever he was around went into overdrive, and this time, she didn't have the presence of mind to separate when she should call him out on it or not. "No," She pouted, clasping a hand over his eyes and pushing his head back. "You know the rules, you can touch but don't look, lights off." And gone as soon as he was done. Even after several months, she was adamantly sticking to these hang ups.
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Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2013 10:56 am
Oh yeah, was she ever serious. Seriously on something that made Pascal worried if he went to the bathroom for a minute he'd come back to an empty fridge (not that it was entirely full on the measly money he had). However, he couldn't simply go out and buy more food so it was a realistic fear. A fear so realistic he kind of thought about it more than he was even listening to the fact she was rambling on and on about knights taking her to Jupiter. Seriously, what was she on? The last time she went to space she'd been drunk and then some at the observatory.
Suddenly though, Pascal's world suddenly went dim as Zia's hand covered his eyes. Additionally, he came a minor gasp as she threw his head back as well.
"You're hot, get over it," he demanded with a groan, looking right back at her as soon as she pulled her hand away.
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Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2013 8:42 pm
When she pushed his head back, Zia had only needed a brief pause to more or less pounce on the exposed neck, at first just smashing her nose into it and inhaling like the smell of his skin was some kind of fabulous, new and exciting novelty that made her squeal in delight. She had been nudging his jawline with the back of her teeth while her fingers played at the hem of his shirt seeking out more skin to test the fantastic newness of touch on when her gluttonous indulgence was abruptly halted.
"I--... I... uh..." It had been the 'you're hot' comment, something she had misinterpreted as sarcasm and mockery and she looked him in the eye as her expression shifted in between bouts of confusion and genuine hurt while she struggled to find something to say back to that.
In the end she didn't say anything and ended up breaking eye contact to look down and away, at anything other than him, and pushed herself off of him to move a few inches down the couch, absentmindedly brushing the scar below her collarbone like she usually did when she was thinking about it before hugging her arms and slumping as much as possible in her sudden discomfort.
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Posted: Tue Apr 16, 2013 11:30 am
He practically growled when she pulled away, taking a moment to recognize why with half his abdomen exposed from the shirt she'd toyed with. Was she teasing him? She was far too off her rocker to comprehend anything? He hadn't been sure what the source of the sudden change was until he caught a look on her face as she attempted to avoid eye contact with him.
This was when he growled, pulling her body into him. There he kissed her furiously, his hands running over the curves of her body. He was offended she'd think he'd lie about something like that after months together. He certainly wouldn't have kept torturing himself by doing all the things he did with someone he didn't think was hot, someone he wasn't attracted to. How could she be so dumb? He didn't say anything about it though, instead deciding to prove it with his lips in another fashion.
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Posted: Tue Apr 16, 2013 7:08 pm
Zia twitched when he pulled her back over, but she had as much fight in her as a ragdoll. Her thought processes couldn't keep up with him, or at least her own sensory reactions, which was why she went from pushing on his chest to suddenly raking her fingers through his hair as she held his head closer like that was going to benefit the sudden, furious make out session in any way. She was not at her best mentally tonight in the first place, and it didn't help that for a second his hands and his lips had completely flooded and distracted whatever conscious thought she was straining together.
But she did eventually remember and ended up pushing out of it with a yelp. "No, you don't get it!" She complained, and more or less just sat on top of him as she tried to catch her breath.
"I thought you were being sarcastic!" She said honestly and started unbuttoning her blouse in complete dissonance from her complaints. "I just... I don't really... wow..." She was having some serious trouble getting him out of her head. "I don't know! I used to be pretty but now there's scars and tattoos covering the scars and I love my tattoos but what if you don't and someday you'll look too close and know what it all means, and no one knows me," Complete sentences devolved into more disjointed babble that only made sense to her.
"I practically have someone else's name tattooed on my a**!" The analogy quickly hit her that it wasn't said like an analogy. "Well not really but--... It's not like I want it," She still had that nasty habit of brushing against the brand, something that had signified ownership, and something that he had seen a million times, but as the months went on, it had gained some strange new context in her mind.
"Those puncture marks from that night turned ugly," She added, her blouse suddenly acting as an overshirt to lacy underclothes that hinted that her showing up tonight was more planned from the second she got dressed and less a spur of the moment need of food. "I got more body art over it." Stars, constellations, numbers, done in an art style clearly meant to be a copy of Jamieson's 1822 Celestial Atlas. Or a small portion of it, from Anser to Antinous. Something she proudly pushed her shirt back to show before she got distracted. "I keep piling it on, but then I worry I'm not good enough for you, and then what part of me is? And then you're just there," Which was an awkward way to point considering she was sitting on him. "Being pretty and perfect in every way while I sit here wondering when you're going to look too close and see what a disgusting human being I am," And not entirely in a physical sense, but at least the rapidly vocalized stream of thought ceased, for the most part.
She was back to being on top of him in half a second, aggressively clutching at his shirt while she ravenously went for what probably would've been a proper kiss if she had been a little more focused rather than just seeing accomplishment in 'tongue to general face/chin/neck area'. "Why are you so perfect?" Or, at least, perfect in her immature, idealized mind that had as much relationship maturity at it's disposal as the average 14 year old girl.
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Posted: Mon Apr 29, 2013 7:44 pm
Pascal may as well have been listening to someone speak French because half of what Zia was saying made absolutely no sense. Not just because her reasoning was illogical but also because she seemed to forget what proper sentence structure was. He wasn't an English major or anything but for heaven's sake put a period in there and take a breath! Even a comma, anything!
He sighed, taking it stride for stride.
"You mean the anguistralobe?" He allowed to slip out. It hadn't been something he'd mentioned since that time he seen it when she was drunk and walking on starshine.
However, s**t started to get a bit more real than he liked to allow when she started talking about how she felt in terms of their positions in the world. She never spoke about how she felt so it was a bit of a shock, causing him to sit there almost like a dummy as she rambled on. He didn't think simply telling her he thought she was ******** hot would solve her problems even if he thought it was true. There were greater problems at hand here and it was the fact she thought he was perfect.
Perhaps he liked to pretend, or perhaps he wanted to believe in such a reality but he was never perfect nor would he ever be. He knew that truth since he was a child, and it grew with him as an adult. He strove for what he couldn't have, and it was obvious he worked very hard to keep up appearances and keep his 4.0 grade average. The fact was he wasn't perfect, in fact, he was disgusting. He could have everything but in the end Ares had her mark on his very soul and it burned.
"Ah," he whispered slightly when she found herself back on him, rather foolishly making an effort in what he assumed was to confuse him even more.
"If I am perfect, you're clearly an angel sent from heaven," he said in the most charming way he could muster.
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Posted: Tue Apr 30, 2013 5:34 am
Zia was clearly not good at reacting to compliments since her response could probably be interpreted as something between a whine and a whimper as she buried her face into his neck and gripped his shirt.
She never talked about feelings, she wasn't good at them. Especially not with someone who had no idea about the broken functions of her memories and mind.
She didn't answer anything. But the way she delved into physical affection implied his charms must've worked.
Or maybe she just didn't know any other way to do things.
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