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 Posted: Tue Aug 13, 2013 10:57 pm
((This RP is backdated to the first few days when Al-Janah came back!)) It would, perhaps, be the noise that roused Lydia from sleep; Veer huddled under a blanket and on the couch, sprawled across the cushions with his feet poking out, the TV turned to just above a low hum in front of him. What it was playing didn't matter. What did matter was that the noise was soothing, for him, soothing enough that he'd actually finally managed to doze off -- and was, perhaps, an annoyance for her. In sleep, at least, he looked young, aggression and sarcasm melted out of his face. It softened just how battered he looked, bruised and skinny, feet beaten up and hair too long. It needed a trim. Right about now, with some late night bullshit thrumming in the background, if Lydia wanted to, she could sneak up on him. It might not be the wisest choice, though. Veer's reaction, back from wherever-he'd-been, might not be great.
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Posted: Thu Sep 05, 2013 6:48 pm
It wasn't so much that the sound of the tv coming from the living room woke Lydia up, as she happened to hear it while coming home from patrol. She was stepping out of her mirror as the sound met her ears, and it had ginger brows raising in surprise as she powered down and headed for the door. It was late, later then usual, and she hadn't expected Quinn to be up. Of course, judging by the volume, maybe the other girl had just crashed on the couch instead of dragging herself to bed. It wouldn't have been the first time. As she rounded the corner from the hall she realized that she had been right on one account, and very wrong on another. There was indeed someone passed out on the couch, but it was not Lydia's lovely room mate. At first she didn't realize who it was, only that it was a male. It was only as she got closer that she realized she recognized that blazing hair and those boyishly handsome features. "Veer?!" That had been perhaps a little louder then she was planning..
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Posted: Tue Sep 10, 2013 11:05 am
Fried nerves meant that his reaction was entirely out of proportion: starting and twisting on the couch, going from 'mostly asleep' to 'bolt upright and ready to run' at a remarkable speed. Veer was, at least, clean now, dressed down in pajama bottoms and a t-shirt, his hair still a limp mess but that was hardly new. Even at the best of times, he was too lazy to put it up. The look on his face, though, wasn't great. For a moment, it was guarded, feral, careful. Assessing. What weapons were nearby? Exits? He found these before he finally realized who had called his name, who was standing in front of him. Slowly, he relaxed. A smile took over. Maybe it was forced. It was hard to tell. "What up, Lydia?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 15, 2013 5:08 pm
"Jesus!" Lydia had jumped when Veer had startled, and she stared after him with eyes as she took in that wild, guarded expression, and wondered what the hell had happened to him. She'd known he'd been gone, but not where he'd been, and she wondered now if perhaps he'd been having a much harder time of things then she ever could have imagined. It was actually painful, seeing that stranger staring out through familiar eyes. But he relaxed, slowly, and when he smiled so did she, if perhaps a little strained, and she moved closer again until she could take a seat on the couch beside him, back resting against the arm rest, "What's up?" She echoed him, huffing in disbelief and amusement. "I'm not even going to get into the whole thing about having been worried sick about you, and we'll just cut straight to the fact that I had no idea you were back, let alone crashing on my couch." Tone was somehow surprisingly flat and bordering on something not unlike hysteria. A glance at her lap would show her hands curled very firmly in her skirt. She was currently fighting off a very overwhelming desire to hug him, but after his initial reaction she wasn't at all sure how he'd respond to suddenly having a short red head flinging herself on him. So instead she sat very still, and she smiled, and she tried to pretend things were more alright then they were. "How are you?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 18, 2013 7:49 pm
He honestly took a moment to think about that, watching her from his position slumped into the corner of the couch, one leg hugged up toward his chest. Veer looked skinny, distracted, still out of sorts, his doze interrupted. It left him a bit foggy. "I'm okay. But, for the record, it's not your couch, is it?" He winked as he said it, reaching out to grab the television remote and flip the sound down a bit. Not down. Just off. "I'm a bit hungry...you hungry?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 28, 2013 10:39 am
"More mine then your's," she countered, smile slipping a bit as hazel eyes narrowed at him. Lydia folded herself into her corner of the couch, not quite mirroring him. Jokes. He was making jokes. As the volume lowered she flicked her attention towards the television, then back to the young man as he asked if she was hungry. She wasn't, not really, but.. "Sure. What are you hungry for?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 30, 2013 2:21 pm
"I'm kind of embarrassed to admit I want my momma to cook me up something hot, but there's nowhere around here that can do it like her." He was joking; was joking too easily, considering his absence, was offering her nothing but flippancy. Of course, in its own way, that made his point: he didn't want to talk about it. "Pizza?" He grinned at her, sudden and sharp, a flash of teeth in his face. Hopeful, maybe. "Your treat, to welcome me back?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 05, 2013 9:03 pm
Lydia's features were steadily shutting down into something decidedly deadpan, and by the time he'd suggested she pay for pizza her lips had pressed down into a thin line. "You don't have any money, do you?" It didn't matter, not really. She cared too much, even if she was sore at him, to simply say no. So after a moment she sighed, defeated, and lifted a hand to tuck a ginger curl behind her ear as she settled into her corner of the couch. "Fine, but you order it. If you can't find anyone to deliver at this hour then you're S.O.L. buddy, because I am not going to pick up take out."
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Posted: Fri Nov 08, 2013 4:19 pm
"Dominos delivers late." It was offered solemnly, easily -- his expression still hard to read. It should have held the bright note of something teasing, should have had a grin and a wink, should have been digging at her or mocking. The smile was there, a flash of teeth, but there was something mechanical about it. Veer swayed up to stand, found his way to the computer. "Delivers late, and you don't even have to talk to some ******** moron on the phone." It was only three clicks to place his order. Some things, he still remembered. "...and yeah." This came slower, only once it was done, Veer twisting back around to face her. A brief moment of honesty. "I don't have a cent."
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Posted: Sat Nov 16, 2013 7:46 pm
Hazel eyes rolled. "Of course they do." It was said in a resigned, defeated tone, but when she looked back up at him her features were softer. The corners of her lips twitched, not quite a smile, but close, but there was something to his behavior that was worrying. When he rose up to go place the order she stayed in her corner of the couch, only rising up as well when he turned to face her, admitting he was broke. "Come here." He wasn't himself, and she didn't like it. Lydia reached out for him, hands sliding over his shoulders, and she pulled him into a hug. "I'm glad you're back." Whatever irritation had been in her voice before was gone. She held onto him for a hand full of seconds, hugging him tightly before stepping back so she could cup his cheeks between her hands. "We're family, right? We look out for each other."
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Posted: Tue Nov 19, 2013 6:16 pm
As her arms wrapped around him, Veer tensed -- and then, by inches, relaxed. Not to calm, but to something less likely to punch her for the physical contact, something calmer. He went still, meeting her eyes, serious for a flicker. But then there was that grin again, easy and careless, one shoulder lifting carefully. Not enough to dislodge her, just enough to seem casual. Cool. "I didn't realize you were so desperate for my help, Lydia." His tone, at least, was gentler. He really did understand. And, maybe, even appreciated it. "You can call me any time."
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Posted: Mon Dec 09, 2013 9:07 am
For a second they shared a serious moment, she saw it there in his eyes, then it was over as that age old grin slid along his lips and Lydia sighed as her hands fell back to her sides in defeat. He'd ruined the moment, and he knew it. "You're impossible," she informed him testily, reaching for her phone and shoving it into his hands. "Call for your damn pizza." Her tone was annoyed, but there was the shadow of a smile resting on soft features. A hint that she knew her words had sunk in. "And put something on."
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