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The two shared a smirk, as if silently discussing some inside joke in a single glance, but dropped the subject, amazingly enough. Everett turned away to wander a step to the vanity, shrugging his shirt off his shoulders casually, and drape it over the back of the chair. He leaned down to peer into the mirror, eyebrows stretched lazily over his hooded eyes, running his fingers idly through his hair once or twice, then tousled it carelessly as he pulled away.
"Go on then," he commanded her in a drawl, tossing his head in gesture towards the bed without breaking that subtly sardonic stare, gripping the back of the chair behind him, naked from the waist up.
"Get in."
Shirt unbuttoned, Dorien was darkening the lights, leaving just those near the head of the bed warmly lit, watching her quietly from behind, in the darkness near the wall, mercilessly unsmiling.
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Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2016 8:49 am
You can keep me out 'till I tear the walls, 'Till I save your heart and to take your soul, For what has been done can not be undone.
He certainly cared how he looked. Their faces were the money-makers, obviously, but it was Everett who kept looking in the mirror, and he was going to bed.
Peyton didn't hesitate much, walking towards the side of the bed and lifting herself on top of it, staying near the edge. She didn't want to let herself get sandwiched between the brothers again, so she actually appreciated the opportunity to pick where she was going to sleep first. She kept the chain in hand, knowing they wanted to do something with the other end of it. As it was, it could make for a pretty decent weapon.
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No such luck.
"Scooch over, kiddo," Everett drawled, sauntering right for her.
"Yeah," Dorien murmured slightly, a predatory look in those brooding blue eyes, his smirk barely reaching his mouth as he stalked unhurriedly to the foot of the bed, stepping up onto it without breaking stride, "we share everything."
Assuming she got out of the way, Everett took the chain from her and sank to his knees on the mattress, leaning over her if needed in order to secure it to the head of the bed, wherever he could.
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b'aw so prettyy. <: and LOL OMG hahahaha. god it's been too long, i need to go back and reread that one of these days so i can finally catch up
Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2016 2:59 pm
You can keep me out 'till I tear the walls, 'Till I save your heart and to take your soul, For what has been done can not be undone.
Peyton looked offended, to say the least, but she moved over to the middle anyway. She should have known better than to think they'd let her get away with that. Once the other end of the chain was fastened to the bed frame, the girl laid herself down, crossing her arms over herself. Not exactly the most comfortable looking, especially with that scowl on her face.
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Her sulking didn't bother them any, clearly. Both boys looked nothing more than carelessly amused as they settled in on either side of her. Dorien took care of the light, sending them into darkness, though there was still plenty of moonlight coming in through the window, and then shifted in closer. Neither of them were giving her as much room as the bed had the capacity to allow.
With no other word from her, they'd actually go silent before long, but as the night progressed, there was no way they wouldn't reposition closer. By morning, she was likely to find both brothers tangled snugly around her if she was anything but a light sleeper.
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Gummi_Peach
Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2016 4:58 pm
You can keep me out 'till I tear the walls, 'Till I save your heart and to take your soul, For what has been done can not be undone.
She didn't bother to complain, as she didn't expect them to give her any space, even if she commanded it. Instead, she tried to take up as little space as possible until the silence lulled her to sleep.
Being a frequent sleeper in densely populated areas, Peyton could probably sleep through an entire earthquake. She was, however, an early riser. The sun was barely rising when she awoke. Groggy with sleep, it took Peyton a full second to realize where she was, but with the distinct feeling of two bodies around her, she became wide awake. Without skipping a beat, Peyton started wiggling around, prying limbs off of her.
"Get off of me", she ordered, voice still whiny from drowsiness.
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Both twins immediately began softly grumbling, disturbed from their slumber. Dorien's arm was wrapped snugly around her middle, face buried in her hair. Everett's leg was slightly over hers, and he'd sank lower in his sleep, curled, forehead at her bare shoulder, his arm stretched over the both of them. Hair thoroughly sleep-tousled, the boy's expression had pinched unhappily at her stirring, but he didn't open his eyes.
"Shh," Dorien complained in a sleepy, faraway murmur, inhaling a deep, suffering breath and squeezing her a little closer.
"Go back to sleep," Everett mumbled, sighing against her bare shoulder.
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what shameless little cuddlebunnies
Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2016 7:25 pm
You can keep me out 'till I tear the walls, 'Till I save your heart and to take your soul, For what has been done can not be undone.
Peyton jerked her leg up, trying to shove Everetts off of hers, not at all concerned with their snoozy comfort. She kept squirming around, hoping to rouse them up enough to let go of her.
"What happened to having a plane to catch, huh?", she accused, trying to stretch her arms out to push both of them away.
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"Ngh... <********>," Everett grunted loudly in annoyance, dragging his left arm out from under himself and heaving himself up onto his elbow with difficulty, other arm still resting on them as he peered blearily over their half-naked bodies towards the window. Sunrise.
He released a rough breath, collapsing heavily back down.
"Jesus Christ," he snarled groggily, sleepily trying to find her arm with his eyes closed so that he could hold onto her wrist and stop her squirming, "it's not for like two ******** hours."
At the same time, Dorien groaned at her squirming, irritably burying his face deeper into crook between the pillow and her neck, voice muffled as he whined, even while his brother talked over him, "Stop~."
She's gotten Everett's leg off her, at least.
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all three of them are cranky in the mornings this is gonna be excellent
Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2016 8:10 pm
You can keep me out 'till I tear the walls, 'Till I save your heart and to take your soul, For what has been done can not be undone.
The two clearly weren't morning people. That was good information to have, at least. She was going to keep pushing until Everett held her wrist down. With that, Peyton stopped wiggling, and instead let out a huff of air in aggravation. She kept quiet for a few moments, just enough to let the silence really sink in. It was then she realized that there was something fairly urgent that needed to be done.
They were treating her like a dog, a chore. It wasn't like she needed supervision. Did they really think she was going to make a run for it in these pjs? Peyton would be more insulted if it weren't so early in the morning and her biggest concern wasn't getting to the bathroom. If complaining and squirming weren't the problem solvers of this dilemma, then maybe reason would be.
"I can take myself.", she explained, trying to keep herself from screaming abrasively."One of you just has to take this chain off of me."Peyton had almost forgot about the restraint, but as it was now it was digging into her wrist where Everett gripped her. She wasn't aware if it had a lock on it or not, hoping for the latter so neither would have to put in the effort to find a key. They didn't want to bother getting up. Typical lazy teens.
Maybe a different approach was necessary.
"Or you could take your chances and just bet on how full my bladder really is. I'm sure it'll work out."
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Everett grunted firmly, hissing a breath out through his teeth. It took him just a second, then he relented, shoving himself irritably up from the mattress.
"Fine. ********," he swore groggily, pulling himself off the bed in a tangled mess of blankets. Dorien grabbed the comforter just before it left him, yanking it back hard. "Dory where's the key."
Dorien blew out a cranky sigh, pulling away from his prey, who he'd finally deemed too squirmy to be worth the effort of consuming into his arms, and buried his face in his pillow.
"Dory!" his brother snapped.
"Shut up," he whined blearily through the pillow. "I dunno, it... s**t... hang on."
He was slowly, clumsily rooting around in the pockets of his sleeping pants, which required some effort in his half-conscious condition, especially being that he refused to sit up. Everett just stood by the bed, squinting irritably in the golden morning sunlight streaming through the window, half-naked and somehow gorgeous even hungover and sleep-addled, though his already strained patience was put severely to the test as Dorien dug around.
"... God damn it," the twin mumbled quietly after a stretch of time. "It was in my pocket."
"Jesus Christ," Everett breathed, hooded eyes fluttering shut in suffering exasperation. He dropped hard to one knee upon the edge of the mattress, grabbed the blanket, and ripped it off in one yank, baring the two poor bodies there to the room's relative chill. "Get up and find it."
Dorien groaned quietly, but finally dragged himself laborously from his pillow and began squinting around, pawing over the mattress. "Get up," he mumbled to the girl, "help me."
Everett let them deal with it, eyes shut and expression tightly pinched as he rubbed his palm into his throbbing forehead.
"-- s**t, you're up now, you take her," he muttered in grumpy realization after a moment, "I need an aspirin. God."
And he left them alone, heading barefoot down the hall.
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Gummi_Peach
Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2016 2:05 pm
You can keep me out 'till I tear the walls, 'Till I save your heart and to take your soul, For what has been done can not be undone.
It would take a while for the two brothers to chill out, but Peyton was fairly pleased with herself anyway. If they hated being woken up then that's their fault. It was the twins who insisted on having her sleep with them, even going so far as to chain her to the bed. If they wanted a little doll who did whatever they wanted and didn't make waves, then they should have gotten someone with lace around their neck instead of leather. As far as Peyton was concerned, every time she pissed them off, it was their own fault.
She wished she could have relished in their suffering, but the timing was off. Peyton was just as cranky as they were. Well, maybe not as much as Everett. That boy was like a toddler. A hungover toddler.
Soon enough, the brother yanked the blanket off the both of them, and Peyton flinched at the cooler air hitting her bare legs. She sat up, bringing her knees close to her chest, arms crossing over herself to grab as much warmth for herself as she could. This is why she wore long sleeves the most. Taking a moment to adjust to the new temperature, Peyton wasn't rushing to the aid of the other twin, who was pathetically flailing around the surface of the bed.
"You're probably sitting on it.", she accused bitterly, before finally getting on her knees to join the search.
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Flailing might have at least implied some energy to the boy's sluggish searching, but that was giving his level of motivation this early in the morning too much credit. He released a rough sigh at her suggestion, and reluctantly got to his feet, a little unsteady. He caught sight of a glint of metal slipping swiftly into the pit his concentrated weight had created in the mattress, and crouched down to take it.
"I told him he was going to be hungover," he grumbled quietly, in that voice faintly hoarser than his brother's. He moved to his knees, unhurriedly moving to take her little wrist and unlock it from the manacle, then shooed her lazily out of the room with one hand, knowing his brother was just down the hall. "Go on," he mumbled, looking blearily away towards the pillow with a look of tired longing, as if trying to decide whether it was worth trying to fall back asleep or not.
Down the hall, Everett had already occupied the bathroom, though he'd left the door wide open. The aspirin was out, and he was leaned over the sink splashing water into his pinched features. He swiped his hand over his face as he finished and stretched upright, glancing her way with a brooding, unintentionally sultry squint, water dripping from his hair, leaking down his bare chest.
"-- You're taking bathroom breaks before bed from now on," he muttered darkly as he lazily pulled a fluffy white towel towards him without looking. He rubbed it over his face and under his jaw, then held it there while he peered close into the mirror, tip of his tongue toying firmly with his lower lip. The cut was faint, a little sore looking, but barely noticeable... luckily for Peyton.
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when do we start keeping a tally of how many times ev looks at his reflection in this roleplay LOL.
that description of dorien had me thinking of this