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 Posted: Sat Jul 15, 2017 6:55 pm
 ⊙〖OOC: -- ⊙ Today's Outfit: Tyrese's Fantasy ♡ ⊙ Feeling: Nostalgic; Adored. ⊙ Money: $1480.50〗⊙( ♬ But I think my mistakes became the chemistry for my miracles... • )
Script? She rolled the meaning over her tongue with slight amusement. She had always been quick witted when the option came, especially those times in high school and college when making friends - but she couldn’t say she had planned the majority of her words ahead of time. It was a task she felt necessary to, but nevertheless, he had a point. Her fingers curled and crumpled against the warmth of his palm, ceasing to strain against the idea of keeping close. Goosebumps threatened to ripple against her biceps, her spine steadying into a slight arch as he caressed her lower back with ease. The temptation lingered - distracting her with wanting thoughts she felt compelled to proceed with. But… Partially her closed eyes began to open, peering around the floor with a somewhat lazy and casual look around the bar without the movement of her head. The crowd left a solemn few, immersed in their own conversations and drinks without much of a concern to the two dancing slowly with shy intertwined grace. Her feet followed along, cautious of the tempo he chose for the rhythm of the music. But finally, she eased herself in with his movements, the steps becoming idle white noise against her concern.
Within that time, she remained silent; save for the intermittent, soft thudding of her thick heels against the wooden floor boards. They weren’t nearly old enough to creek. In fact, they looked as if they’d been replaced not long before. Maybe a few months after Jonathon left. She closed her eyes again, hiding away the practically neon amethyst typically boring against Tyrese when he either was or wasn’t looking. Things were different now, she supposed. Here they could leave their lives behind - forget what had brought them to the distressed events of their lives and live the way they intended for themselves. His voice smoothed over her aching chest, filtering until she felt herself covered in a metaphorical glaze, beginning with the crunch in her hair where she felt his lips leave a tender blessing. Bliss in its finest. Her wrist twitched and, slowly, she found herself intertwining her tips between the base of his fingers. She tightened her hand against his, drawing herself a step closer. She didn’t want to hide anymore in assumption to what she was doing was wrong. And to herself, she soured at the thought of strangers acknowledging their presence with bitter and reluctant tones. Imagining scenarios… She lived in a dream world at times. But this part of her life felt natural.
She cocked her head up at the question, tilting her chin until she faced him almost head on. She could only imagine the reasons he would ask such a thing - primarily that her husband had done the absolute same. She would see him enough to watch him sleep until her eyes tuckered out, only to awaken and find him gone by the time the sun managed to rise fully into the sky. With confidence, she shook her head; a few tresses bounding quickly behind and brushing her bare collarbones. Her hair was getting long. ”No, not at all. I don’t think you are anyway.” Or maybe she was used to it to a point that this felt… Closer? He was “home” more often than Finn had been. He took days off, offered to see her during lunch hours. He cooked dinner for her even knowing full well she wouldn’t be home until late, late in the night. She exhaled, turning her head and facing her cheek toward him with quiet regret. Maybe it was her job dragging her away from everyone else. It wasn’t as if she couldn’t find more bartenders to cover her shifts. Even still. ”If anything, I could stand to be at home a little more often.” A small, sympathetic smile played against her lips. ”And it’s not like Amour has been running for years on end. You’re still kind of in the start-up phase.” The frayed edges of her top played over her breasts, fluttering with each step.
”Why?” A painful twinge made her heart sink. Was it because of her hours? The way she worked nights and ceased to stay home unless it were a day off or two for the week? Her hand tightened against his and she slowed thoughtfully. Month after month was spent with passing days of being in each other’s company. Even if most of those days were spent in traumatic silence - the opposite party was more than welcoming in every sense of the idea. To an extent, she missed those days. Where every morning was awoken with a sweet, soft calling that reassured she wasn’t alone. Not that it had stopped even in the slightest - but changed simply in delivery. Her eyes remained cast on his chest, studying the thread knitted and crossed through the button keeping his shirt together. She almost forgot it was raining outside.
( • ... And I think that my tests became my testimonies. ♬ )
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Posted: Sat Jul 15, 2017 7:39 pm
═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ✗ Company: Aubrey ✗ Location: Captain's ✗ Wearing: Expectations ✗ Journal: Updated 05/29═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═
Tyrese felt Aubrey wiggle her position, gradually squirming closer as they settled into their lackadaisical tempo. They were silent for a while, but it was a comfortable, familiar thing- one that was personally preferred in himself and fairly established with them. Besides, he’d even say there was another layer of communication to be found in her body language, as subtle as the small squeezes of her fingers -eventually lacing them between his own- and intricate movements of her feet to drift her ever closer were. Laggardly, in minute measures, things were weaving together. Emotions, thoughts, desires and intentions- enlacing thread by thread, cleaving the pre-existing bond and lifting it to new dimensions. He’d be going a little too far and over exaggerated with his typical cheesiness, but he’d compare it to a tapestry anyway. It was their little bubble world fitted to repel those nightmare lowlights of their realities. Now and days, Tyrese was of the opinion that most of those things simply needed to happen eventually, even if he didn’t exactly like it, nor would have asked for things to end with their final circumstance. He would have been there for his daughter’s birth, forget if it would have cost him his best seller. And if he could have foreseen it? He would have let Lillian go a lot easier, without all the extra s**t he’d done trying to hang onto her, the drama for their daughter to overlook with disorientation and injury. And God would he hope she’d allow the separation with far less struggle in another reality. His mind was inching down a slippery slope, the wolf letting the deliberation pass from him as he began to instead sing quietly in tandem with the live instrumentals orchestrating their dance.
When Tyrese spoke again, the question wasn’t particularly casual, though it wasn’t so deep as to cause dread of it being overheard, either. He inclined his head one way, lifting his chin away from her delicate shroud of toppling dark curls, and raised a brow in reply to her stare. The wolf and the brunette spoke enough that he knew of how aloof Finn had been, so while that detail did ping somewhere in his mind before he made his inquiry, he did have his own reasons for asking-- aside from never wanting to repeat any mistakes made by the last. He expected to be busy, as she would say for herself in a few moments; he was a busybody type, a man who enjoyed working regardless of the setting. La Mer would need that sort of constant attention and monitoring for a while, and since the money from his books had gotten him this far and continually provided him a financial safety net- well, he wasn’t giving that up either; it was his other dream job, besides. Lastly, housework was, frankly, relaxing to the male. He found a settled, stable feeling in making sure his home was in order, be it a weekly calendar of meals and arrangements, or a list of errands and chores to run on his days off. He was sure it was a healthy adjustment for Sela as well. ”Mmm?” Aubrey didn’t think he worked too much, his hum meaning to gleam a secondary confirmation of her answer. His head cocked slightly more, trying to keep her face in view as she turned her cheek with a sigh. He felt her body pull to change the pace, following suit with the slightest read of confusion across his facial features.
”Aubrey, if you're happy with those hours, then I dont want you to change them.” In short, Tyrese hadn’t meant to question her hours, seeing as he would prefer something closer to the same if it were at all possible to manage. Amour was still starting up, to which he jutted his bottom lip and shrugged in admittance and agreement. Several strands of blue danced back and forth as he bobbled his head thoughtfully, his gaze gliding upwards before he returned her sigh. ”Even if I spent a full twenty-four hours with you, I would still feel like every blink was a moment I missed out on.” It wasnt a lie that any time with her was welcome, the hand on her waist tucking her slightly closer while he returned to their tempo. Still, the problem lay within himself, "I guess I'm...overwhelmed?" The author deliberated, but felt secure enough with Aubrey to know he could say things without worrying she'd judge. Still, his smile favored one side of his lips in a nervous, lopsided way as he huffed an empty chuckle. "I just realized how pressed for time I sometimes feel, and I worried I was prioritizing things in a way that could make you feel brushed aside. I worry about that for Sela, too. Working full time and being a parent...didnt realize it'd be so hectic. Im probably just disoriented with as little warning or preparation as I had. I only wanted the feedback, and if you dont feel like I work too much, then I’m okay too."
The problems he struggled with felt repetitive, then again, they weren't easy to fix. Parenting, right? He wasn't likely ever to get that down pat, though arguably, his chances were a little better without Lillian being over his shoulder with involvement. They still argued over her, sure, but for the most part he was trusted to decide what was best for their daughter. While he didn't want to wait another another fifteen years to have his availability open up, with time he was confident he'd find what would work. It was a relief on its own being able to talk about it with someone. He supposed that's all he was looking for- a bit of feedback, a 'happiness check' with someone for whom he felt a great deal of affinity. Her confidence with her reply helped fetch the next moment of content and silence, if another two or three songs could go by that way. It was not long after that he began once more, looking down to gauge how she may be feeling, "Did you want a drink between songs, Sugar Drop? Or are you content for a while longer?"
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『Estate #: 1504 Lumiere ┋Funds: $467.75 ┋Driving』
『Temper┋✎✎✎✎✎┋Stress┋✎✎✎✎✎┋Happiness lvls┋✎✎✎✎✎』
"My words are useless if they don't deconstruct the limitations that keep the creativity in you from flourishing." -TY Havens
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Posted: Sat Jul 15, 2017 8:18 pm
⊙〖OOC: -- ⊙ Today's Outfit: Tyrese's Fantasy ♡ ⊙ Feeling: Nostalgic; Adored. ⊙ Money: $1480.50〗⊙( ♬ But I think my mistakes became the chemistry for my miracles... • )
It wasn’t.. The idea of spending too much time at the bar. It was the thought that maybe, perhaps, she had been spending too much time trying to fix what had been wronged rather than focusing on the person in front of her - after all of her depressed, if not suicidal, thoughts had somewhat dispersed. Her gaze fell to the hardwood floor beneath her, studying the few and far between scuffs - semi-darker compared to the untouched and perfectly waxed spots beside it. She wanted to reiterate what she might have been trying to say, but instead let the following moments pass with what settled off the tip of her tongue. Several sweeps of pastel fabric brushed against her ankles before her amethyst gaze fell back against the light blue tint covering his chest. Her free hand slid down along his shoulder and flowered palm-down against his pectoral, her thumb landing and catching beneath the third button or so. A hot blush scoured her ivory cheeks, her lashes falling back to turn her lightened glance up to his facial features. He was watching the ceiling. But her eyes remained fixated on something a bit more tempting, more alluring, something she had wanted to kiss for days- Weeks- Months on end already. She swallowed the urge.
He hadn’t the slightest idea- Or maybe he did, that she had felt the exact same way. No matter how long she stayed beside him, it was almost never enough as soon as she left the house each mid-morning or afternoon, long after he had already left; either to work or to drop Sela off at school. Her hand would run longingly over the spot he had occupied at a time, and occasionally still would. The same longing for his presence remained throughout the day until he or she would come strolling through that same doorway again and again. She had considered a dog, some sort of pet to pass the time and fill the void; but none came to mind, nor did she want to open the same wound torn when Dime was taken by Finn. He had left her with nothing. No sign of life or belonging aside from what remained in the coming empty house. She exhaled softly. And so, she had turned to Alistair. That little leopard gecko she walked day by day sleeping in the nook just above four others - jammed in alongside forced brothers and sisters. It had taken time for him to adjust to human contact, but all of her pushing to constantly take him out and let him roam around her had paid off.
Her attention changed, listening to the words exiting those perfect, tanned lips of his. Overwhelmed? And he was only now feeling it? She turned her cheek and rested her chin against the edge of her bicep for a moment. The first month or so of her bar opening had been one of the busiest and scariest of her life. The following months weren’t much easier… But the more that passed, the smoother each motion became. She could only imagine what it was like being piled on with a surprise child- Her throat tightened and she cut the thought short. If the events that had occurred happened prior to Tyrese arriving… What would she had done? Would she had been in a similar spot? Driven to keep her family as happy as she could all while trying to live out her second, less important dream to being a chemistry teacher? Her eyelids fell shut. ”For the hand you were forced, I don’t think you have a problem prioritizing.” A soft smile fell against her lips. ”My answer will always be that you could be closer - but that’s because I’m still… Getting used to this.” Her next words were practically a breathless whisper; an escaped inner monologue. ”Falling in love again… Being in love again.” Hardly flings had happened in between the absence of Finn back when she had first watched him disappear from her life. And maybe that’s what had made it easier. But this… This was almost equivalent to that same rushing feeling of emotion when she had found out her soul mate. But this time, she was learning instead of being told.
Her curls bounced back and forth along her ivory cheeks as she shook her head slightly. ”No, I’m okay.” She had intended to drink at least somewhat on her way in, but the lack of alcohol had proven necessary - she was high and disoriented enough on feeling his presence. ”I just want to be here. With you. And nothing else.” She bit her tongue to hold the resent of knowing they’d have to end if something had called Sela back into the picture; but how could she help it? She hadn’t been used to… An embarrassed feeling fluttered against her chest. Would “sharing” be appropriate when the other person was a child? She wasn’t trying to envy Sela’s time with her father, it was her father, but even so, she found herself wishing that sometimes they could be without. Leaning onto her toes, she reached his cheek, kissing his skin above his jaw. ”Tell me you love me.”
( • ... And I think that my tests became my testimonies. ♬ )
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Posted: Mon Jul 31, 2017 4:29 am
xxxx{ Two Week Time Skip }
→ мσиםαч, αρяιℓ ⑨тн ←
םαч ① σғ ⑦ υитιℓ тιмє sкιρ
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☾☼ ιи-яρ םαчs sιиcє ℓ.σ. σρєиєם: ☼☽
◦ םαч ①⑧③ ◦
( ⑥ мσитнs, ② םαчs )
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Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2017 6:04 am
 Isaac IceLocation: Lunes Beach
Company: Corbin
Mood: casual
Wallet: 300
Bank: 650
Relationship: single
OOC:
--Enter--
Isaac walks into the pirate like restaurant with Corbin by his side while Isaac asked for a booth that way they'd have some privacy from people, his fans and paparazzi just in case. When the waitress guided them to their table Isaac asked for a simple water before sitting down in the booth not knowing what Corbin wanted to drink
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Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2017 8:45 am
xxxx♠ ✂ Corbin ✂ ♠xxxx
xxxxThe Raven Asperserxxxx
”Cross the line, and you'll get hurt. Trust me, you'll regret it next time.”
Residence: 1504 Lumiere Housing District ┊Occupation: Tattoo Artist / Metal Worker
≺ ÷(`[¤*_ _ _*¤]´)÷ ≻
-- Enter --
The sound of the jazz music filled his hearing as they both entered the place, the interior shimmering with the glowing lights. It was definitely wise that Isaac chose a private booth for that much needed privacy from the lunacy of the fans and other individuals clamoring for his attention. As the waitress came by for their orders, the raven also ordered a glass of cold water. More importantly, he was ordering cheese burgers for them both so that they would have something to eat. The tinkling of the piano keys and the smooth croon of the saxophone were the only company left for the two after the employee left to have the orders ready. There were no burlesque dancers coming around unless someone was willing to pay for the show, but sadly, none of them were in the mood for that; they had the place mostly for themselves for the time being.
"I should definitely accompany Mistress someday in this place after this talk," he spoke while his eyes continued to appreciate the interior designing of the area, more so with the glowing illumination being in plain sight for both of them to see.
≺ ÷(`[¤*_ _ _*¤]´)÷ ≻ Location: The Captain's DeckStatus: SingleMood: nonchalantCompany: IsaacMoney: $173.00 (Wallet); $800.00 (Bank Account)OOC:
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Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2017 8:58 am
Isaac IceLocation: The Captain's Deck
Company: Corbin
Mood: casual
Wallet: 300
Bank: 650
Relationship: single
OOC:
Isaac nods as he looked around the decor as well some of the lights remind him of home in Paris yet also Italy. "It sure is beautiful in here I can see why you chose this place Corbin and I'm sure hikaru would like this restaurant as well" he spoke honestly while he looked over at the Raven as the music played on "So what did you want to talk about?" He asked genuinely concerned along with curiosity
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Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2017 5:49 pm
xxxx♠ ✂ Corbin ✂ ♠xxxx
xxxxThe Raven Asperserxxxx
”Cross the line, and you'll get hurt. Trust me, you'll regret it next time.”
Residence: 1504 Lumiere Housing District ┊Occupation: Tattoo Artist / Metal Worker
≺ ÷(`[¤*_ _ _*¤]´)÷ ≻
The saxophone's shrill ascended to a crescendo as Corbin replied to the sentence about Hikaru liking the place. "Actually, not just my mistress. Even your brothers and Solaris should go here when they are free." The food would take a while before it would be finished, so if the raven had to ask important questions, now would be the time to do so. "How long have you have been harboring feelings for me, Isaac? Solaris and Hikaru were already taken by your brothers. I'm wondering if it's a twist of fate or something that's based on your initiative." The waitress then came with two glasses of water for both of them and Corbin nonchalantly spoke in gratitude before the employee sauntered away to give them some privacy.
≺ ÷(`[¤*_ _ _*¤]´)÷ ≻ Location: The Captain's DeckStatus: SingleMood: nonchalant, curiousCompany: IsaacMoney: $173.00 (Wallet); $800.00 (Bank Account)OOC:
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Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2017 6:04 pm
Isaac IceLocation: The Captain's Deck
Company: Corbin
Mood: casual
Wallet: 300
Bank: 650
Relationship: single
OOC:
Isaac laughs genuinely surprised "Of course they would" he spoke with no emotion at all then his eyes narrowed at Corbin's question of the feelings he held for the Raven "you know of the hunter way..we train, we fight insane and rogue hunters and then if fate has it we die on the battlefield and not by a rogues blade" he spoke honestly while taking a drink of his water "I learned as a spy feelings are worthless when working and even more as their leader...I've harbored feelings for you since you stopped Sarina from killing Solaris when that was my mission to destroy her it still hurt striking down a friend" he breathes slowly as the ice in his drink began forming spikes "how would you feel if I one day turned rogue would you kill me if needed or let my own brothers do the deed?" He questioned curious about the answer as he once again drinks his water as the ice spikes lightly cut his lip
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Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2017 6:40 pm
xxxx♠ ✂ Corbin ✂ ♠xxxx
xxxxThe Raven Asperserxxxx
”Cross the line, and you'll get hurt. Trust me, you'll regret it next time.”
Residence: 1504 Lumiere Housing District ┊Occupation: Tattoo Artist / Metal Worker
≺ ÷(`[¤*_ _ _*¤]´)÷ ≻
The raven fell silent after the confession, though he casually took a sip of the drink. "I see... Actually, I will let any of the siblings deal the last blow when I have to stop you, rather than hiding only to see your dead body when I'm done. Otherwise, there are other ways for change aside from killing. The fear that there will be someone watching you is sometimes the key to make people transition for the better good. The killing will only work when people as stubborn as hell." Corbin was no practitioner of merciless killing, same as his mistress who had taught him the ways of the warrior. He hoped that Isaac wouldn't get the wrong idea after what he had said.
≺ ÷(`[¤*_ _ _*¤]´)÷ ≻ Location: The Captain's DeckStatus: SingleMood: ponderingCompany: IsaacMoney: $173.00 (Wallet); $800.00 (Bank Account)OOC:
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Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2017 6:54 pm
Isaac IceLocation: The Captain's Deck
Company: Corbin
Mood: casual
Wallet: 300
Bank: 650
Relationship: single
OOC:
Isaac smirks lightly before speaking "well said bit I don't plan on going rogue at least if I still fight in old age with dementia" he looked over at Corbin "if you want to ask of my past you can ask and I'll answer the best I can while I know you won't talk of yours until you trust me more" he spoke honestly while rubbing his neck lightly to help a sore spot from swimming a few moments ago
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Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2017 7:51 pm
xxxx♠ ✂ Corbin ✂ ♠xxxx
xxxxThe Raven Asperserxxxx
”Cross the line, and you'll get hurt. Trust me, you'll regret it next time.”
Residence: 1504 Lumiere Housing District ┊Occupation: Tattoo Artist / Metal Worker
≺ ÷(`[¤*_ _ _*¤]´)÷ ≻
Corbin was glad to know that Isaac would be willing to share more of his past as long as proper consent would be given. In fact, he would be willing to do the same with the ice mage. "So, did your brother send you pictures of the trip in Paris? Heard that Solaris was coming along for the ride and she would be most likely to send pictures to my mistress along the way." Knowing Hikaru, the fallen angel would check them out during her free time when she was done with work; most of the time, she had to handle most of her personal things alone, especially with money and her jobs. But it wouldn't mean that she wouldn't appreciate how much the violinist wanted to show what she had experienced during the trip.
≺ ÷(`[¤*_ _ _*¤]´)÷ ≻ Location: The Captain's DeckStatus: SingleMood: casualCompany: IsaacMoney: $173.00 (Wallet); $800.00 (Bank Account)OOC:
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Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2017 8:09 pm
Isaac IceLocation: The Captain's Deck
Company: Corbin
Mood: casual
Wallet: 300
Bank: 650
Relationship: single
OOC:
Isaac straighten out his back as he got his phone out placing it onto the table "yes he did since my mother took the pictures to be seen easily" he said while turning on his phone going to the gallery showing to couple in front of the Eiffel Tower as the sunsets behind them then one in front of Notre Dame where fallen angel wanders danced as they taught Solaris of their dance steps while Xander was playing his own violin with the other performers and finally the couple was dancing in the ice family home ballroom Xander in a pure white tuxedo and Solaris was wearing a dress fashioned to her favorite color and tastes. "And that was just the first day there I know they'll send videos as well later date" he said while looking up at Corbin "so question Corbin why did you wanted to know if I still had feelings for you?" He asked genuinely curious
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