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 Posted: Sun Aug 29, 2010 6:55 pm
Amelia Valentine
Amelia was surprised to feel Draco's hand in her's.Another walk? Amelia could feel the night creeping into the early morning, but she didn't feel particularly tired. And now that the headache had receded enough that it wasn't exactly blinding anymore, she was feeling more and more amiable. Amelia shrugged.
"I'm putting on pants first."
She slid her window open from the outside and shimmied back into the A/C cooled room. She padded barefoot over to her dresser and bent over to reach one of the lower draws, the rear of Em's shirt riding up her back, to flash the majority of her panty covered a**; Amelia didn't seem to notice. She recovered moments later into an upright position and stepped into a pair of jeans, pulling them up the length of her legs. She zipped and buttoned up, but decided not to tuck her shirt into the jeans. Amelia climbed back out of the window, rejoining Draco who was waiting patiently for her.
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Posted: Mon Aug 30, 2010 11:13 pm
Invictus Draconius Kalsidius VI
"You make jeans and a over large dress shirt oh so sexy, just thought you'd like that to be known." Draco chuckled as he produced two cigarettes and lit them both and handed one to her as he started pulling on his. Again his hand found hers and he held hers loosely, his forefinger started making circles.
"What are you gonna do when you graduate? Are you gonna stay with the band, or are you gonna leave with your brother?" Draco really wanted to know, so he could gauge how much he would have to work on her.
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Posted: Tue Aug 31, 2010 8:15 am
Amelia Valentine
Amelia accepted Draco's cigarette with a tiny smile. As they walked, she noticed that his hand once again was holding hers. It was...weird. She couldn't remember the last time someone else had held her hand. At least in that kind of a context. What are we going to do? Amelia shrugged and sucked on her cigarette for a few minutes of silence as they walked. Finally she spoke.
"We've applied to Cambridge. Our scores here are good enough that we're going to get in, without a problem. The language program is s**t, but it's probably one of the best medical schools in the world, so Emerson's happy. If he's happy, I'm happy. What about you?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 31, 2010 8:45 am
Invictus Draconius Kalsidius VI
"I have applied at a few music conservatory, but nothing solid yet. I only did that because I hadn't gotten any members together yet. Now though, Cambridge is looking promising." Draco chuckled as they were at the copse of trees once more, on that bench again. He sat a little closer to her, still loosely holding her hand and still making those circles with his forefinger. When was the last time I had been so, slow with a girl? Back before he had put on this persona. When he strove for perfect grades and perfection in his art. Back before she came into my world. Draco clamped that thought down and shut it away.
"Unless of course we make it big, them I think I'll go on a world tour, pay for college for whoever wants to go and live comfortably. My trust fund won't last forever." Draco laughed quietly. He had burned through three quarters of his fund during his patronage of Steering. He had planned on selling that Violin to keep his lifestyle intact, but he preferred it given away and appreciated and maybe played.
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Posted: Tue Aug 31, 2010 9:18 am
Amelia Valentine
"I'd hate to see you as doctor. You'd probably end up ******** the first girl into your clinic."
Amelia didn't have to mention the fact that the odds that they'd make it "big" were about the same as successfully navigating an asteroid field in a modified Corillion Corvette. She tapped off the growing edge of her ash on the Pall Mall and did the unthinkable: she talked about money. Those who had it never talked about it; it was considered...low brow.
"You have a trust fund? Your father isn't independently wealthy?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 31, 2010 9:53 am
Invictus Draconius Kalsidius VI
"He is independently wealthy, sickeningly so. I pissed him off and he stopped funding my trust fund. He hadn't planned on giving me access til I graduated college, but I sorta blackmailed him into giving it to me. He didn't want my mother to know he was getting buggered by his intern." Draco laughed darkly as he finished the cigarette, but didn't light another.
"We inherit the family company when the previous Father reaches sixty. We've never gone public, but I haven't told him that as soon as I gain access I'm going public and selling all my shares. Estimated profit is in the high hundreds of millions at the moment, but by the time it's my turn, low billions. Problem is, my father is just twenty years my senior. I'll be forty by the time I get that company." Draco laughed as he leaned back and oh so slowly drew closer to her, their hands on her leg now and finally his hip was touching hers.
"Ah but Valentine, you have broken the unbreakable rule. We here at Steering do not talk about money. I should punish you per traditions say I should." Draco laughed lightly as he tuned to see her profile.
"I won't tell if you won't." Draco smiled.
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Posted: Tue Aug 31, 2010 10:49 am
Amelia Valentine
"What'd you do to him? To cut you off like that?"
Trust funds, black mail, and affairs with beautiful interns. All the makings of the classic Steering student's life. Figures. Draco was rapidly becoming less and less interesting to Amelia. In a good way, though. If that's even possible. She idly wondered what he was going do to, after he came of age. Sit around and philanthrope? Sell drugs to teenagers? Amelia ground out her f** on the bench and pocketed the butt. He told me his, I'll tell him mine. And then we're even.
"Did you know Em and I work in the summer? With our uncle, for a friend of my father's. I answer phones, Emerson drives the owner around and our uncle does some paper work or something. He, our uncle, is only a little older then we are. By a fluke."
And by fluke she of course meant a cheating, whore of a grandmother. But hey, what family wasn't dysfunctional?
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Posted: Tue Aug 31, 2010 2:46 pm
Invictus Draconius Kalsidius VI
"Sounds like your family is just as fun. No I told him that if he didn't get off the Meth he'd be in jail. I can understand Heroin, Coke, Crack, Weed!" Draco chuckled lightly.
"Meth, though, Opium, no. I can stand. Those drugs are to much. To hard to get off. So he cut me off and told me to not come back. He, I still have the tape I can come home with the cops." Draco chuckled. again as he moved his hand to her leg to draw figure eights.
"This uncle sounds like a swell guy, as young as you. Yeah I have an uncle like that, and he's pissed off her isn't getting a piece of the pie. Well that's what happens when your grandma is a slut." Draco didn't move for moment after saying this. He had never told anyone that he knew that.
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Posted: Tue Aug 31, 2010 3:02 pm
Amelia Valentine
"Heroin is an opium. As is Crack."
Amelia was not a user of Meth personally, but she had no problem with it...so long as the Meth freaks kept their light hands to themselves. She glanced at Draco's hands, playing along her thigh, but didn't immediately reprimand him.
"I know I'm probably opening up a can of worms here, but I think he's pretty cute. My uncle, that is."
She smiled shyly and looked down at her joint hands in her lap. Now why did I just say that? He's never going to let me live it down. Seems a little tragic that he doesn't get any. She laughed when Draco called his grandmother a slut.
"Tell me about it."
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Posted: Tue Aug 31, 2010 7:28 pm
Invictus Draconius Kalsidius VI
Draco sighed as he thought about where to start.The beginning then, that would be best.
"Our family has owned the company for ten generations, the Kalsidius line is much older than the six I carry, they just started tagging it on." Draco pulled his wallet out and the companies card out.
"The Kalsidius board game company. We own three very popular games under six different titles. That's how he are so wealthy. But if we sold the full rights and not what we have now, well that would be a different story." He replaced the card and wallet.
"Thirty seven years ago my grandfather and grandmother had my father. Nineteen years ago they had my uncle. They are seventy six now." Draco shuddered. His grandmother had looked emancipated plus that massive stomach.
"She had an affair, with my Father, and has tried, in vain to sleep with me. I guess that's where my little obsession with incest comes from. Uncle-Brother Invictus Draconis Kalsidius the Fifth. Can you imagine what my family is like. That's why I call her a slut." Didn't help that she had basically raped his father, Ruffies had aided her attempt.
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Posted: Tue Aug 31, 2010 7:53 pm
Amelia Valentine
"Now that is some twisted s**t. Pretty gross, too"
Amelia stared at Draco, not quite believing what she was hearing. She immediately regretted asking about his money. This is why people don't talk about money. You never know what kind of skeletons are in the closet. Amelia removed Draco's hand from her thigh and returned it to his own.
"I will never, ever ask anyone about their life again."
She half laughed.
"And before you ask, or insinuate yet again, I do not ******** my twin. He's a stud, but he's not my stud."
Unfortunately. And it was true, in a sense; Amelia had never ******** Emerson. She'd down everything else with him, but let him enter her; that'd be incest and even the thought of incest left a foul taste in her mouth.
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Posted: Tue Aug 31, 2010 8:13 pm
Invictus Draconius Kalsidius VI
Draco didn't say anything at the moment. He hadn't planned on saying anything about it and so he pulled another smoke out again.
"Another Love, one between those who have broken the one rule." Draco laughed lightly as he lit them both. He handed it to her regardless.
"So then we have firmly established that Emerson isn't your stud, who is, or do you have anyone in your sights at the moment. I'm sure you can guess who I've got my eye on." Draco thought he should admit the truth, no point hiding it at the moment. He had shared a story that he had never told anyone before. His parents didn't know that he knew.
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Posted: Tue Aug 31, 2010 9:07 pm
Amelia Valentine
Amelia accepted the cigarette because it was handed to her, not because of any want or need. She stroked the butt end slowly with her thumb, staring down into the manicured grass. She'd attended the charter school for three years, and the first third of her fourth and final year. In that entire span of time, the female Valentine had never, ever seen the grass overly long, nor the flower beds wild. Everything about the academy was kept in tip, top shape consistently. Or at least the surface is. The students who attended were just like that; immaculate on the surface, rotten through and through beneath the veneer. Some just hide it more then other. Amelia wiggled her darkly painted toe-nails in the grass and pushed the thoughts out of her mind. Whatever was in those pills is wicked. Must ask Carolyn about them later.
"His name's Henry. He's from my Classic's course. Greek Prose and Comp II. But, I can only look, I can't touch."
She shrugged and held the Pall Mall away from her body so the hot ash wouldn't drop onto her clothes. Eventually Emerson might notice that she'd stolen one of his shirts and he mind get...angry. Ash burns tended to stand out easily on a white shirt.
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Posted: Tue Aug 31, 2010 9:48 pm
Invictus Draconius Kalsidius VI Draco hid his eyes at her answer. He hadn't wanted to hear that, butt he had opened that can of worms. So let's play ball with it and get down to business.
"So then why is he hands off Love? Girlfriend already?" Draco chuckled as he stood and stretched. He was sure that this story would last long enough for a walk back to her room.
"Walk and talk, cause I need my beauty sleep. Unless I'm being kept up for another reason." Draco laughed lightly as he offered his hand once more.
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Posted: Tue Aug 31, 2010 10:15 pm
Amelia Valentine
Amelia accepted Draco's hand up, pausing only long enough to ground out the half-dead Pall Mall and hand it back to Draco; her pockets were feeling full and he hadn't even asked her, if she desired another one. Girlfriend? Henry? The thought made Amelia smile.
"Not exactly a girlfriend, but let's go with that anyway."
The truth was Emerson would flip out if he ever heard she was seeing someone. For a boy, he got awfully jealous, especially since he was allowed out to go ******** whomever and whatever he pleased while Amelia was stuck at home in her gilded cage. Amelia fell silent, sinking into her brooding thoughts. And then they were suddenly back at her window again. Time flies when you're thinking, doesn't it?
"Good night, Draco, thank you for the walk. It was...nice. I won't tell anyone what you told me tonight if you do the same?"
Amelia didn't wait for an answer, but pulled her window open and shimmed through quickly.
"Spakoynay nochi, drug."
She closed the window and drew the curtains, shutting out the moonlight and Draco from her room.
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