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 Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2011 2:12 pm
 xxxxxxxxxx ➸ ▬▬▬ O m e g a ' s ☭ SIZE Shifting Native______________ Narcissa's bedroom... and not for reasons that are fun.xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx  The thought of Scott convulsing in his chair upon reading a mock assignment made Aren chuckle; already he could imagine his face flushing to the color that his eyes bore. “It'd be amusing... we'd have to put a camera in his office so we could record his reactions and stick them on Youtube.” Though he sighed when she mentioned a team switch, a crooked grin assuring her that he wasn't at all concerned about that. “Please, ki'somma... like you would ever allow me to be anything but an Omega.” Not when he knew that somewhere deep underneath the exterior of their game, she was sorely tempted as he was to send it to checkmate.
And then she went all leader on him, trying to instruct him in a life lesson that would usually be completely lost on the cavalier soul. “Narcissa, who ever taught you that that injured people, knew all the wrong things.” She'd teach him his lesson; he'd teach her his own. “There is a point of pain that is pleasure, sure... but it's not supposed to injure you.” He let out an exasperated breath then, shaking his head as he deigned her being hopeless.
“I could show you if you'd quit being such a tease.” Aren said, chuckling in part because it was true.
There went the line she had just re-drawn.
“Am I in luck for a certain British dessert later?” The native couldn't resist, even though he already knew the answer before the words had formed in the air. She followed him through what was usually like an assembly line, where he stacked his plate full of pizza and then looked at her, already knowing where they'd be visiting next before snagging a table.
At first he didn't notice how people moved out of their way, didn't really care what other people thought of her. Or the whispers that followed his name. Aren Aquene: Hot, but with a death wish. There were more, talk of he and Cissa being more than just friends. Though, their team knew better. Knew that it was all mostly a rouse. He sniggered though, when they weren't in earshot of anyone else. “You're awful for letting them think you're awful.” He said, shaking his head. “A part of me thinks you might start some of those rumors, just so they stay away from you.” Aren teased, smiling because he knew not a one of them was true.
“One, I don't have a tail. Two, I don't retreat from a hot lady. Three, you simply aren't scary.” He answered, shaking his head when she asked if he was afraid of her, incredulous that she'd think that of him. “Just to let you know... I won't be undead for you until next Halloween. Then we can play a prank on all of them... and make them think you got all your powers back as the demon queen, and are intent on converting everyone.” Truly, it'd serve them right for believing such high-ended nonsense.
While people cowered from her, those that braved a second look waved at Aren, obviously perturbed by his choice in company, but he was well liked all the same. She led the way to the area with lots of chocolate, depositing a brownie or two on his tray to eat off of, and then walked back to her table, which was always conveniently empty. He sat down after pulling out her chair with his foot, happy to sink into a very cheesy, stuffed crust pizza.
“So... how long do you think it's going to take to get me caught up?” He asked, nonchalantly, wondering how long he could prolong her tutoring. Unlike those that had skittered away in the lunch room, Aren truly enjoyed her company.
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2011 10:43 pm
 She's lost in the darkness, Fading away
I'm still around here, Screaming her name
She's haunting my dreamworld, Trying to survive
My heart is frozen, I'm losing my mind ════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════ Name: Ƞarcissa "Cissa" Ƚucania
Team: Ѻmega
Location: Cafeteria
Thinking: Drawing Lines.XXXXXXXXXXXX═════════════════════════════════════════════“I wonder what else we would record—If we put a camera in his office.”, she trailed off thoughtfully, her pointer finger coming up to press against her cherry glossed lips with mock innocence. She grinned as she let her hand fall, her golden eyebrows raising slightly in deviousness. “I wonder how long they’d suspend the Omega’s DR privileges if we just happened to catch him and the Yetti, and post that on You Tube.”
She made a face then, having the unfortunate visual of the Headmaster and Headmistress playing Master and Mistress. Narcissa wasn’t fool enough to think that they never… Ugh, but the thought was horrifying.
He grinned crookedly at her, and she returned his s**t eating smile with one of her own patented, ice princess stares. “Why would you even say that? You’re wounding me with the thought.”
“Why do you want to hurt me?”, the pout that her face melted into next was nothing short of decimating. It was disarming and somehow endlessly seductive at the same time…Comforting, as if the recipient had nothing to worry about. As if she weren’t at all capable of, metaphorically speaking, swallowing a man whole.
She chuckled when her lesson seemed to go far over his head, her face melting into something a little less enticing, and a little more leader worthy. Her smile froze in place for a scant moment when he started speaking of pleasure and pain. It was a lesson she had learned well, long ago. But to hear him affirm small suspicious she’d gathered about his preferences over the past few weeks…It sent a small, nigh unnoticeable chill down her spine when he offered to show her. Recovering quickly, she tilted her golden head—Hair glinting like liquid gold in the fluorescent lights.
“But Aren…. I’m British. That means I’m automatically supposed to be a tarty tart that you can’t have. But that you must drool over, incessantly.”, she taunted in return, pulling back from a more…Scandalous comment. He kept crossing the line… And she was growing more and more hard pressed to push him back behind it. It wasn’t in her nature to play it safe.
But she had to. Her duty as the Red Queen meant that she had to protect him. Teach him…. And instructing him did not at all include giving him lessons on her anatomy. She took her position as the Omega leader seriously, despite any garbage that may have been passed around word of mouth… She refused to take advantage of him, much the same way her team leader had taken advantage of her.
He mentioned British dessert, and her mouth went dry for a single moment… Something low warming in her stomach that she ruthlessly crushed. How easily he stirred her. She chalked it up to the fact that she’d not dated, or been with anyone in quite awhile…And that the attention, without malice hidden behind it was…Refreshing. “Are you asking me to procure tea and biscuits after dinner?”
She knew very well it hadn’t been what he meant. Tea and cookies was a paltry retort—But it was the only thing she could respond that wouldn’t dig her hole any deeper. She needed to find higher ground again, and soon.
He was the biggest rake she’d ever met. But God and Queen help her—She found it delightfully amusing.
The conversation died for a moment as she fixed her plate with junk food—Even collecting chocolate milk for the walk back. There were few foods she actually enjoyed. Meat bothered her, simply because of the texture and occasionally overpowering taste. Celery grossed her out, because it tasted something akin to stale water. With strings in it.
However, celery was one of the few things that managed to take the taste of blood out of her mouth.
She knew of the whispers that ran rampant through the school about her… And perhaps it would have been decent of her to let the general public know that she wasn’t a soul collecting succubus from hell… But it was far more fun, to watch them squirm. She feigned innocence when he told her she was awful, casting him a doe eyed glance, “What ever do you mean?”
“I assure you…I would never, ever, start, or encourage rumors about myself.”, she spoke with a light laugh, the smile on her painted lips one of a confident tigress. Narcissa did indeed allow them to circulate to uphold the certain aspect of fear that the Black and Red held over the school… She simply didn’t acknowledge them at all.
The peanut gallery did well to scare the hell out of themselves without her assistance.
Aren told her that she wasn’t scary, and she balked, her expression wounded--Incredulous. “Not scary? Are you bloody daft?”
Her expression melted away as she leaned to the side, surreptitiously bumping shoulders with him—Before playing it off like she hadn’t done anything at all.
She chuckled, unable to help herself he mentioned Halloween, her eyes rolling heavenward for a moment. “That wasn’t one of my powers in the first place…Though it’s tempting. They’re all just little ninny’s. I was the same then, as I am now…Except better at hand to hand… And my Jiminy Cricket was six feet under.”
She paused.
“Well, it’s still six feet under… But I’m far more lady-like these days.”
Another pause, and a grin.
“Which really, is your loss.”
Inwardly she cursed… She’d been trying to regdraw the necessary lines between them…But she felt like a little girl drawing on a white board with an expo… And here came this mean little boy, about to stick chewing gum in her hair no less, running his hand through her neatly made lines—Completely erasing them. Or, he pushed her into it, and she erased it. Her eyes narrowed at him just a little. Somehow, this was all his fault.
Ponce.
She ignored those that dodged out of her way, heels clicking ominously on the polished floor…Others liked companion, and truth be told… She couldn’t blame them. But that didn’t stop her from glaring them down—Sending them skittering away like insects.
She sampled the brownie she’d chosen, but not before sizing it up—Debating on the most efficient way to eat it. Inhale, or small bites. She chose taking moderate sized bites with her fork, her face melting into pure happiness as she indulged—The sugar, theoretically, going straight to her head for a moment. It was a little rush, before she burned it away. She made a small sound of enjoyment when he asked how long it would take him to get caught up. “Sick of me already?”
“I didn’t think you’d want to get rid of me that quickly. Am I that bad a study partner?”, she questioned with a soft pout, golden tresses falling in eloquent waves that tickled the backs of her arms.
Sobering a she took a sip of the chocolate milk to wash down the brownie—She wished she had a cuppa tea at the same time. Tea not accompanying her every meal would always feel wrong. Her real answer came next with a slight shrug. How long it would take him depended partially on him… Partially on other factors. “Depending on how much work Scotty piles on, and how much pity Kitty takes on the poor—Disadvantaged native American… We’ll just have to see.” ════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 12:12 am
xxxxxxxxxx ➸ ▬▬▬ O m e g a ' s ☭ SIZE Shifting Native______________ Cafeteria xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Aren wrinkled his nose, disgusted with the thought of Emma and Scott being intimate. “I think I'd be blind... all that plastic would probably melt underneath the necessary lighting to make Scooter not hideous.” He joked, unable to help himself from making a crack at their boyscout headmaster. “And by enough lighting, I mean that it needs to be so bright we can't see anything. So bright that it's uncomfortable to stare at.” Not that it wouldn't be anyway.
“Scooter would blame Dom and I... So I doubt the entire team would lose privileges...”
He scoffed, throwing a hand to his chest in feigned innocence. “Me? Wounding you? You're the one talking about team switches, ki'somma... it's not like I enjoy that idea.” He grinned, a flash of perfect white teeth behind his smile. “How else would I be able to try and seduce you if I was kept so far away?”
“Again with the hurting you...” Chocolate eyes rolled heavenward of their own accord, as though seeking answers that not even the great spirits above could give him. Just why was a woman's logic always so completely off? Her expression wasn't lost on him – but rarely did he ever think she was anything short of a temptress... even if he'd never admit it out loud.
No... he was ever smooth... not allowing her to have any idea that he was like most red blooded men around her – completely susceptible to her beguiling charms. “Why would I ever want to hurt a goddess? You do realize that not all men are brutes, right?” Another exasperated sigh fell from him, and he shook his head just slightly for an added effect. “If I do ever make you feel a minute amount of pain... it'll hurt so good... I promise.” Part of him had been tempted to bust out into a Mellencamp song. But he wasn't some of the Alphas... and nor was he interested in being casted in the next High School Musical.
But then she had to say that she was something he could only drool over, and the native couldn't resist in making a quick retort. “No... you're British, which means that you have absolutely no tactics on the battlefield.” He had seen the pictures – bright red coats, lined up, marching forward, without any actual care that they were possibly the easiest target before the red circular practice device was invented. “And since I know that one is false, it indicates that the other is as well. I like my tarts served with whipped cream, just as a future reference.”
She could pull away from the innuendos all day and night... but it wouldn't stop Aren from re-forming the ideas between them. On some level, he knew she enjoyed the banter, that she actually looked forward to it. Some days, he would have almost thought that the one smile that she cracked would be caused specifically because he'd said or done something absurd. And he was under the impression that she needed far more of that sort of thing.
It was healthy; he was certain of it.
“The only procuring I want from you, is the arrangement that works like a math problem... You + me = fun times. Kapeesh?” He asked, chocolate eyes melting into something warm in his amusement. She was so easy to rile up sometimes – especially if it had anything to do with the sexual realm... and the tension that wound itself tighter than recently set piano strings.
The facade of innocence didn't in the least look plausible in her features – Aren knew her entirely too well to believe she'd switched to being a little brownie girl, ready for bake sales. “Don't play coy with me young lady. You know exactly what I mean.” She sometimes reveled in the way the students who weren't lucky enough to actually know her would writhe like worms on a hook if they got too close.
“You don't discredit them either.”
Firmly, he declared her to be less than scary, and her reaction was just as he had thought it would be. “No... just honest. The only thing I think you could scare me with would be...” He tried to think... legitimately tried to muster one thing about her that was off-putting. But nothing fit – Cissa was sassy, sexy and smart. No where in all of those “s” words, did “scary” fit in.
“Too ladylike.” Aren teased, evidence of the flirtation lifting the corners of his mouth. “Because it truly is.” He leaned inward then, lips just barely brushing her temple. “But then again... it's yours too.” She'd reopened that line of conversation, so he ran with it. (Of course, he'd have just stepped over the invisible lines she was drawing over and over in the dirt... but... Cissa had to admit she'd brought that particular comment upon herself.)
She sampled her food; he did the same with his, taking a bite as she asked if he was sick of her already. “Ki'somma... don't be absurd. I'm simply tired of hearing the self-righteous one-eyed headmaster's lectures about how the school year's end is coming upon us...”
“Who could ever tire of you, even if you could make certain parts of me match the alphas if I weren't careful?” He wondered if she'd even get it. And then laughed into his plate. “Though... I think I'll prolong it... if it means I get to quote on quote... 'drool on you' after each session.” He winked then, a smooth little twitch of his eye. “Though don't worry, ki'somma... I'd make sure it was worth your time.”
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 1:17 am
She's lost in the darkness, Fading away
I'm still around here, Screaming her name
She's haunting my dreamworld, Trying to survive
My heart is frozen, I'm losing my mind ════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════ Name: Ƞarcissa "Cissa" Ƚucania
Team: Ѻmega
Location: Cafeteria
Thinking: Drawing Lines.XXXXXXXXXXXX═════════════════════════════════════════════Narcissa chuckled softly under her breath, the sound soft and demure—The perfect debutante. The thought of Scott and Emma going heels to Jesus didn’t disturb her quite as much as it seemed to perturb Aren. It wasn’t something she wanted to see, ever, but she wasn’t such an innocent to think that a grown man and woman never got down. It was something she’d come to grips with awhile ago… Yes, the Senior X-Men did boinq like bloody rabbits. No, the were not anatomically neutered like Ken Dolls. Should they be? Now that was another story entirely.
“Oh please. Professor…”, she drawled the word slowly. Scott Summers was only someone she would refer to as a teacher in the loosest of terms. “Professor Summers would love—Love to pin everything and anything on me. He’d probably blame me for not keeping the two of you better occupied.”
Any infraction by an Omega…No matter how small, failing grades for instance, or sloppy form in Phys-Ed reflected poorly on her. Scott seemed to take any chance he could get when it came to making her look bad in front of Emma.
Aren scoffed at her when she accused him of trying to wound her, and she glanced heavenward at the theatrics—Refusing to allow herself to be amused by this, anymore than she already was. She opened her mouth to say something witty about team switches when he mentioned seducing her. Her mouth clicked shut, and she was forced to bite back a rather inappropriate comment. Leader, subordinate.
Narcissa constantly had to remind herself this when it came to Aren…That she was his leader, and that no matter how incredibly… Amusing, and handsome he was…He was one of her Omega’s. He was hers to lead, to protect… She’d already made mistake after mistake with him that day…So she glossed over it entirely, as if she’d never heard a word about seduction. “Men hurt women. It’s a thing.”
“And women hurt men. We all hurt each other—So it’s a logical assumption for me… When you’re clearly trying to make me insane.”, the thought of losing her Omega’s to the Alpha’s infuriated her. She’d already lost Lillian…Though she was supposed to gain Gideon out of the deal… Which was like getting a piece of very delectable, very delicious chocolate. She’d be able to lord that over Isabella for weeks, if not longer.
But of course, Aren, King of the Sweet-Talking breezed his way through her barriers and hesitations. He didn’t see things that way at all… And just as she gave him, as good as she got—He returned their banter tenfold. “Why would you, the brutish man, want to hurt a goddess?”
Narcissa shrugged innocently, glacier eyes glittering with something a little more sinister as she responded with a movie-star smile. “Because you’re a heathenish infidel.”
He went on to say that if he ever did cause her pain, that it would ‘hurt so good’ and she couldn’t help but flutter her eyelashes towards him as she leaned forward—Eyes seeming to say naughtier things than words ever could. “Promise?”
She grinned, slipping out of the vixen mode without ever realizing that she’d slipped into it—Feigning being insulted when he insinuated she had no tactics on the battlefield…Her voice was teasing as she responded, playing the dumb blond card…Though what came out of her mouth showed that she did at least pay some attention in class. “I’ll maintain that the British have plenty of tactics on the battlefield… They simply, occasionally fail to employ them correctly and have frequently paid the price.”
“As a Native American, who might I add, is currently a pot calling the kettle black…You should know something about that…”
Should he have actually mentioned the red coats formerly worn by British soldiers, she would have pointed out that outside of ceremonial assemblies, the color had been kept to a minimum since the mid-nineteenth century. Back in the day of the musket and horseback…Battlefields were often obscured by gun-smoke and black powder…Bright colors boosted morale, and made it easier to tell friend from foe… Leading the Omega’s, and having taken years of Scott’s terrible Tactic’s classes…Both the classroom portions and physical had left her with more than she ever needed to know about a war front.
At least, she thought, that it left her with more than she ever needed to know.
“So…Since your first statement is only half right…I suppose that means you only get half a tart... Though the question is…Which half?”, Narcissa teased, once again…Forgetting her self imposed rules at his cheeky smile. “Should we split me diagonally or horizontally?”
A girl walked by with a new tray, clearly not paying attention, looking for somewhere to sit—A piece of cheesecake on the side closest to the sun goddess. Now, Narcissa didn’t usually touch cheesecake unless it was chocolate…But it did have whip cream on top. Her hand moved quickly, stealing the dollop of white cream off the top of it—Before wiping it directly on Aren’s nose. “And there’s your whip cream.”
Giggling she drew back and popped her pointer finger in her mouth, removing the remains. He was right in thinking that she enjoyed their banter…Clearly, by the glint in her eyes that was far from malicious, and the lighter expression on her usually cold face—She wasn’t upset by it, or him. She laughed outright, unable to stop herself when he gave her his ‘math problem’… You mean to say you're not having fun now? I'm boring you?”
Once again, she chose not to touch the realm of ‘fun’ that he was likely seeking to throw an innuendo towards. They could only move so far forward on both sides, before one of them had to take two steps back… And since it hadn’t been in his intentions today… It was up to her to keep them chaste. Thank God and Queen there was a proper pedantic British woman buried somewhere deep down underneath all of her American habits.
He called her out on being coy, and she merely smiled—Taking another bite of her brownie. Doing exactly what he’d told her not to do. Coy should have been her middle name. Not that Grace wasn’t fitting…But coy would have definitely suited her better. “It’s not my fault these flatscan-dimwits like to believe every rumor that crosses their path. It serves them right for being so catty.”
She huffed slightly when he affirmed that she wasn’t scary, giving him a mock dirty look. “I guess I’ll have to try harder then.”
Narcissa wished to high heaven she’d kept her mouth shut when it came to the lady-like comment…And she stuffed the rest of her brownie in her pretty mouth to keep from saying anything else. It was just so damn difficult not to…He had this way of making her want to respond, melt, under the warmth of his chocolate eyes. His lips brushed her temple as he spoke and she remained perfectly still… Ignoring the urge to lean into his warmth, the crisp, clean scent of him. Her chest remained unmoving as she deliberately stopped breathing.
“If you keep doing that… You might not keep losing. And you wouldn’t like to win.”
The consequences of him winning made an invisible shiver run down her spine…Not exactly unpleasant. He leaned away to finish his lunch and she chased down the rest of her brownie with chocolate milk. He called her absurd for wondering if he was sick of her, and she chuckled—Beginning to relax. But it was when she relaxed around him that she regretted it…This was a prime example. Parts of him blue?
Her eyes shot up from her drink as it dawned on her, and she kicked him under the table lightly as he laughed into his plate. “You’re such a cad.”
She leaned back in her chair, her arms crossing over her chest as glacier eyes swept over him… Such a calculating expression would never bode well for anyone. It should be regarded with the same apprehension as a loaded gun. She smiled slowly, tossing her hair over her shoulder... If he was already suffering her being a tease-- He was in trouble. She wasn't even trying. “I suppose it wouldn’t help you then, Mr. Blue, if I told you I intended on moving the rest of our study session to the pool... ” ════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 8:51 am
xxxxxxxxxx ➸ ▬▬▬ O m e g a ' s ☭ SIZE Shifting Native______________ Cafeteriaxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx His head shook in distaste when she stated that Scott would love to pin anything he could on her; it wasn't that he couldn't believe it, but for someone who was supposedly always ethical, it didn't seem right. “And what was he talking about in class the other day?” Chocolate eyes rolled towards the ceiling as he feigned trying to remember, his eyebrows pinching downward to indicate his concentration. “Objectivity, was it?” The purpose was to be fair, and the native simply didn't see how Scott was when it came to Narcissa, ergo marking the man a hypocrite in Aren's eyes. Typical white man. Inwardly, he found the quip funny, but he didn't voice it.
But she'd left herself open for one of his more forward remarks, and a slow smile crawled into his features. “Though, I know how you could keep me occupied, if you think he'd chide you for my boredom...”
He'd scoffed when she seemed to want to wound him, and Aren didn't miss how she seemed at war with herself on how much she wanted to be a part of this conversation. Always, she was the one to pull back.... She was the one who was supposedly in charge – it made sense for her to be the one to do so. Though, if the roles were reversed... and she was the one trying to seduce him... Aren wouldn't have even thought about it... for longer than three seconds before making a hasty, yet undoubtedly fun decision.
She ignored the comment, and went straight onto the conversation of wounds – no doubt believing it to be the safer of the two to converse over. “Not all men hurt women, ki'somma. Even back in the stone ages, true men revered their women.” A small, light-hearted chuckle escaped him. “And being that I tool, was raised in the ways of the sticks and stones... I'd like to think that I remain closer to that motto in life.” He puffed out his chest, as if imitating what he thought a caveman would look like. “Only, far more clean... and handsome. They had funny shaped heads.”
It might have surprised her that he knew that... But as poorly as some of his grades here were, didn't mean that they'd been horrific at the reservation... And he'd thoroughly enjoyed history; it was the one class that reminded him of the anecdotes that he loved so much – they were a part of history... something enriching for the future. And everything else that happened so long ago was of value to him because of it.
“And ki'somma... I'm not trying to make you insane...There is an end goal in mind, but I think you've missed that point, or you're simply just that good at quelling your interest.” His tongue made an audible click against his teeth as one of his eyes shut, and then opened again in rapid succession.
She called him a heathenish infidel, and Aren laughed outright, his eyes sparkling with amusement. Even if nothing ever came of their banter in the way of the physical realm, he'd always enjoy his time with her for this reason. He could have corrected her, might have mentioned that the majority of his tribe acknowledged Christianity, and had somehow combined their stories to correlate with the teachings in the Bible – believing that they had a piece that simply wasn't recorded because the white man who had written it would leave things not pertaining to them out. But it was far more fun to allow her to have her own ideas of what he believed.
That part of him, unless she was going to be able to read his mind lucidly in the future, would likely always remain an enigma to her. Aren didn't talk about religion seriously; it was an unspoken rule that he'd never consciously made, but was there all the same. “I hardly doubt you can call me an infidel, when I just admitted you're a goddess.” He teased, his smile broadening in his features. “Though the heathenish part I may have to concede to.”
Something had been said along the lines that he'd make her hurt so good, and her response, were he a lesser man, might have made his heart stop. “Always. Though, I think ki'somma... that you're the type of woman that won't take my word for it until after I prove it...” His eyebrows once again danced up towards his hairline. “And I'd be happy to do so, at your earliest convenience.”
The conversation segued to battle tactics, and Aren had remarked that her British ancestors were idiots to wear such bright colors and stand in lines when they were apart of the infantry. His hand went up to cup his ear when she gave an adequate response, and Aren grinned. “And what was that I heard? Failure?”
But she turned the tables back onto him, and Aren shook his head. “If you mean to indicate that as a Native American, I'd know something about failing in battles... I'll have you know that the Blackfeet have generally been a very peaceful tribe of people... and at best you could accuse us of doing horse raids. I'm not a Cherokee... so we kept the vast majority of our lands.” And in the history of their battles, Aren recalled far more wins than losses. What skirmishes they did have, were often enough of an example that they were left pretty much well enough alone.
Aren perked up with Narcissa's poor choice of words when she called him half-right. “I could get you horizontal... if that's what you're asking.” he said, paying no mind to take what she had said in the correct context. It was better to take what pieces he liked, and twist them to fall over that proverbial line again. He smiled cheekily, bearing a flash of his pearly whites.
She dabbed a bit of stolen whipped cream upon the tip of his nose, and Aren pressed his finger to his bridge, and swooped the majority off with one stroke. “You know, ki'somma... it'd be far better for me to take it off of you.” His voice had dropped in tenor in correlation to decreasing in decibels, the remark only for her to hear. “That's the point of it... But if you'd rather the roles reversed... I wouldn't say no to that either.”
The sound of her giggling was a rare one, but a small detail that Aren enjoyed. How many other people on the base had actually caught wind of that infectious laughter; how many had actually bore witness to the blond indicating any sort of happiness? It brought him pride to know that she was comfortable enough to allow him to share it, and moreso that he'd been the primary cause for her amusement this time. “Oh, I'm always having fun.” He said easily, chocolate eyes unable to leave her while she chortled. “I'd be happy to do this all day, but I want you to be aware of other options you have when we're behind closed doors.”
Would she ever be boring?
Looking at her as he considered it, the answer was obvious. Never. Not when she always had something else for him to discover. Some other joke.
The accusation still stood: Narcissa almost encouraged the rumors that shrouded her name... but it had to hurt her on some level. No one was so thick skinned to be able to listen to the constant ragging of her name... especially since he was sure that some of her own team might have bought into some of them. He said nothing more of the matter, save that he didn't find her at all intimidating, and she'd retorted mockingly that she'd try harder in the future to accomplish her apparent goal. “I don't think it'd work.” He responded flatly, honesty ringing through his tone.
He brushed her temple with his lips in an expert fashion, knowing well what effect it normally had on women, and smiled as he watched for her reaction. For just a moment, it looked like he was winning... “Oh, I think I would, ki'somma.” He said slyly, fully satisfied with her concession.
Just a little at a time.
“Besides, who ever said I was losing? What if I've not even begun to play yet?” How he said it would have made it hard to determine whether or not he was being serious, and his features gave nothing away either. Right now, he'd be just about as legible as a brick wall.
Mentioning blue parts caused him to laugh into his plate, and it only furthered when it took her a few moments to catch his drift. Cheesing, his eyes sparkled with his mirth at the situation. For someone so incredibly experienced in life, she was severely lacking in that department; lucky she had him around to instruct her. “Or honest.” The size shifter teased, picking up his slice of pizza once again to tear off a generous bite.
Though, any interest in the food on his plate quickly dissipated when she mentioned the pool, his posture straightening from his slouch as he considered it. “Is that a promise, because I'm all eyes for that.” Aren remarked, grinning at the prospect. “Less clothes to peel off later.” One eyebrow climbed higher than the other, and he gave Narcissa a second look. “And I promise, I'll pretend not to notice you visibly drooling over your resident native.”
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2012 7:46 pm
She's lost in the darkness, Fading away
I'm still around here, Screaming her name
She's haunting my dreamworld, Trying to survive
My heart is frozen, I'm losing my mind ════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════ Name: Ƞarcissa "Cissa" Ƚucania
Team: Ѻmega
Location: Cafeteria--Pool
Thinking: Re-Drawing Lines.XXXXXXXXXXXX═════════════════════════════════════════════“You should know by now that adults can never practice what they preach…”, Narcissa returned flippantly, her azure eyes seeming to glimmer under the fluorescent lighting. She teased…But it was true. Their mentors told them about tolerance…Explained that they need not fear or hate humans—When they did those exact things. She pointedly ignored his thoughts on how to keep her occupied, tossing liquid gold hair over her shoulder. It was a minor distraction of glittering silk… Usually enough to draw someone’s attention away from what they were thinking of before.
It was a familiar tactic. Or rather it was becoming a familiar tactic around the native.
It took every inch of her will power to keep the conversation light. To keep withdrawing when it was natural for her to taunt and tease back. The Red Queen backed down from nothing…It crippled her pride at times to swallow her retorts and change the subject. Even though she never truly lost…It still felt somehow—In some way, like losing.
Narcissa hated to lose.
“This isn’t the stone ages. We’ve all evolved—And not for the better. Men hurt women.”, she responded, her tone seeming to take an almost…Sure, clipped edge. The laughter disappeared from the lines of her face... Eyes seeming distant for a moment. The expression faded just as quickly as it came, a small smile quirking the corner of her lips when Aren kept going… He was such a little boy sometimes.
It was easier then, then, to see past his handsome features and endlessly entertaining personality. It was easier to place him back in the box of people she needed to take care of… It was somewhere he needed to be. Flirting with her was dangerous. Both for him, and for her. Especially when the only thing keeping them chaste was her iron will—And her uncanny ability to turn down advances without saying a word.
“You still have a funny shaped head.”, she returned to him after a moment of silence—Taking the last sip of her chocolate milk with a deliberate smirk. It always amused her that he knew far more about academics than he let on…He really must have simply hated school at the Academy—Considering some of his low marks. “And besides…I’m already revered.”
“I’m not missing the point… But I refuse to acknowledge it.”, Narcissa returned with a cheeky grin, head tilting as Aren laughed at her other comments…Seeming to consider taking back his title as a heathen when he readily admitted to her deity-ship. “I’ll take your surrender into consideration…”
“But I can’t think that my followers would be anything but savages.”
Thoughtfully she tapped her lower lip with her pointer finger, leaning back in her chair. Her right arm slid over the back—Her left leg crossing delicately over her right as the gears in her head turned. If he looked hard enough he could probably see them. She nodded, twirling a finger deliciously in long blond locks. “Peter Pan has his lost boys…Perhaps I’ll just be known as Cissa—And her murdering heathens.”
Grinning faintly to herself, she bit her lower lip—Looking at him through fully lashed vixen eyes. “Want to be my Wendy?”
That wasn’t at all helping her vow to keep Aren at arms length.
Assuming he even knew who Peter Pan, the Lost Boys, and Wendy were. He was woefully uneducated when it came to pop culture…Though a lot of the students seemed to be taking it upon themselves to educate him…He might not need her fantastical explanation.
“When you’re legally allowed to drink by Yank law… Then you can prove it to me.”, she returned with another Narcissa-patented smirk. It was just confident enough to come across as smug—Without being too cocky. “Otherwise… I’m still going to spread word that you’re terribly inept… And quite possibly considering taking the cloth because of it.”
“Imagine how many hearts I could break in one sitting with that rumor.”, the sun goddess spoke with a light laugh…Realizing that the only way she could possibly break more—Would be to spread the rumor that they were…More than they appeared. She had little doubt that students at the Academy had wondered that before… But with Aren’s penchant for flirting with anything that moved… It was an easily thought to dismiss.
Especially when none wanted it to be true.
Her eyes rolled heavenward when he commented on getting her horizontal…That was just one more comment that she couldn’t touch with a stolen ten foot pole. Anything she said would sound like a direct pick up line.
And perhaps whip cream had been a bad idea. He swiped most of the whip cream from his nose in one swoop—And she chuckled, reaching out with a napkin to softly remove the rest. Her touch was surprisingly gentle, despite her force of nature personality. His low tones made things warm low in her stomach…But she ignored it, as par usual.
“You wouldn’t say no to anything.”, she called him out—A hint of affection in her expression, that shouldn’t be there.
It was erased almost as quickly as it had come—As if it had never been. His mention of closed doors caused her to wink in his direction. Darker gold lashes fluttering against pale cheeks for a moment, it was a seductive look if there ever was one. But she didn’t bother to reply…Merely standing to throw out her trash.
Mostly to avoid the topic.
She could only dance around Aren so long before she needed some breathing space to remember who he was. To remember who she was. He never gave her any…So she had to take it herself. Even just thirty seconds, was enough time for her to gain the upper hand again. What a dangerous dance they moved through… The logical part of her brain told her that she needed to cut Aren off—Needed to cut him out. To keep herself safe…To keep him safe.
But she couldn’t...Not for long. He’d become a constant in her life, where there were few.
She returned to the table upon his decision that she couldn’t frighten him, and a soft, amused smirk played across cherry glossed lips. Couldn’t she? She could hear that he thought otherwise… But the sun goddess wasn’t so sure. His lips brushed against her temple, and her hand formed a fist underneath the table…He didn’t know what he was doing. He was a kid, with an uncanny ability to get under her skin like nothing else.
“You wouldn’t.”, she reaffirmed, her tones a touch darker…Some of the glittering laughter disappearing from her countenance. Like someone slowly letting the air out of a balloon. Azure eyes flickered to his face as he drew away, the soft scent of him seeming to tear away at her unfeeling walls like angry claws and teeth. “I said you were losing. Whether you’ve begun to play or not…. You’ll always lose.”
The words were cryptic to match his equally enigmatic expression… But the stalemate broke when the conversation continued.
“Honesty is only a matter of perception.”, she returned, falling back easily enough into their usual banter. Amused orbs watched him finish his disgustingly greasy pizza…Wondering, not for the first time how he managed to stay in shape when all he seemed to consume was junk.
The blond bombshell merely smiled when he asked if it was a promise when she mentioned the pool… He could take it for what he willed—But she wasn’t going to explain to him that between missions, the new moon, and classes… She’d spent way too much time indoors lately. She needed some time in the sun, or a tanning booth. She just wasn’t feeling her normal one hundred percent. “You assume just a little too much—If you think you’ll be peeling anything off of me later.”
“Though while we’re on the topic—I’d prefer if you did so with your teeth.”, Narcissa spoke as she stood back up again—This time with the intent of changing into her swimsuit and getting a towel. Words fell from her as easily as the rain fell from the sky—And it was only afterward that she realized that she was just digging herself a deeper and a deeper hole. “So I can have a close up—And drool, as you put it, properly.”
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She lounged easily by the empty pool—Clad almost conservatively in a white one piece. Rather, it would have been conservative, were it not for the face that there was a giant diamond cut out of the middle—And a large gold ring holding it together between her bosom. Unlike most, she didn’t bring sun block, nor did she bring a drink… She soaked up every bit of sun she could, enjoying the way it warmed her skin and chased away a lingering headache.
Whether Aren joined her or not was up to him…Though she had a feeling he’d not pass up the opportunity. A break from him was necessary, unfortunately. She needed time to redraw the lines and invisible barriers between them. Time to remember that he was her subordinate… And nothing more. He made it all but impossible to remind herself that she was the cold, cruel Red Queen of the Omega’s… Somehow, he softened her. She wasn’t sure how…She wasn’t sure why—She wasn’t sure she wanted to know….
But she had to keep the rest of the Academy from seeing it. If her team thought she’d gone soft… Her reign would suddenly become difficult. More difficult, than it already was.
It would have been easier to shut the native out—To have him transferred…To save herself the trouble of finding out just where all this banter was going… But there was one reason she didn’t. It was the same, selfish reason, that she didn’t do many things.
She didn’t want to.
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2012 12:53 pm
xxxxxxxxxx ➸ ▬▬▬ O m e g a ' s ☭ SIZE Shifting Native______________ Lunch and then the pool.xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx The native grunted in half agreement to what she was saying. Some adults couldn't practice what they droned on about, and their headmaster was no exception. “Objectivity.” He repeated, flavoring the word with his own thoughts regarding Scott. She seemed to ignore the remark he'd made about having a few ideas on how to keep him occupied, flipping sunlit strands of hair over her shoulder. Normally, it worked as a distraction.
Today, it wouldn't. “Don't you want to hear my ideas, ki'somma?” He asked, the sound of velvet smoothing out his voice unintentionally. He leaned toward her, lips just barely away from her earlobe as he inquired. If she took a second to see his face, she might have noticed how utterly mischievous he looked.
In some ways, Aren knew he was winning the game, simply by pulling her into it. Every time he watched her segue into something else, it seemed harder for her to do. She wanted to play, but wouldn't allow herself to touch the board. She hated to lose... but the native loved to win, and he would have every intention of calling checkmate, if ever given the opportunity. For now... while she was his boss... it was simply the chase, a game of cat and mouse.
And he was sure, Narcissa wasn't used to being on the rodent's side.
Their words turned to injuries, men wounding women more specifically. While Aren had his own ideas on the matter, he didn't miss the clipped tones she used to defend her point. “You've just not met the right man.” He said, feigning innocence as he most assuredly meant himself. Her smile came back as quickly as it'd disappeared, so there was no reason to worry. She told him that he still had a funny shaped head, and he laughed. “Well, I guess that means I've not evolved too far from that way of thinking.”
He waited a moment before continuing. “Besides, I know a few people have come to like the sight of my head.” The size shifter grinned, chocolate eyes warming with his confidence. She had to know it was coming. “I've even caught you staring at it a few times...” If it wouldn't have been over the top, he might have whistled.
If she'd been surprised about his knowledge regarding the Neanderthals, Narcissa concealed it well. But she knew, just as well as he did, that poor marks did not reflect someone's true intelligence. It reflected for him, apathy for classes he didn't feel he needed to take. In every other class outside of US government and Ethics And Mutants, his grades were high; perhaps it revealed just as much, how stubborn he could be.
Even just her saying she refused to acknowledge his point gave cause for a lopsided grin. “Oh but by admitting you've seen it, is a starting place.” And a mistake on her end, that he'd not let go. He called her a goddess; she him a heathen, and he laughed as she said she'd take his surrender into consideration.
Holding up a finger and wagging it in the air, he tilted his head, attempting to appear serious like a teacher. “You mistake me, Red Queen... I never said I followed you, just that you were a goddess. You let me know if there's a need for my loyalties to religion to change.” He teased.
Idly, Narcissa compared herself and the team to Peter Pan and the Lost Boys, and he watched as she came to the next point on her own. The way she bit her lip distracted him for a second, but he couldn't help but return a retort. “Depends, do I get a thimble?” And there was no Tink to stop him this round. His mother had liked the story, even if she said that it would always be a bittersweet ending. Sometimes, he vaguely thought she'd been comparing his life to Peter's, and whether or not he'd stay in Neverland, or follow Wendy back to grow up.
But if Neverland was the reservation in her eyes, he'd choose that ending over any other.
Brown eyes lurched toward the ceiling when she told him he could prove himself to her when he was old enough to legally imbibe. “Ki'somma, you can't be so naïve as to think that, no one is good until after they're 21.” That entire idea was preposterous. The sun goddess said she was going to spread the word that he was terribly inept, and his shoulders rolled with a shrug. “Tell whoever you want... I doubt it will stop my chances.” He said confidently, knowing he'd prove her wrong just as fast as the rumors flew.
“There are too many around here that know the truth... Not every heart has to be broken, ki'somma.” He sighed and let his gaze drift to a spot on the wall as he spoke, appearing nonchalant. “I think the only way they'd truly be upset, is if I decided to go off the market.” Did she know about his fan club? While he'd not started it, nor had he encouraged them making a group, holding elections...
It still existed.
She didn't say anything in response to his mentioning he could get her horizontal, so he decided to try again. “Or, other positions are a lot of fun... require more dexterity, but I'm sure you can handle it.” With that said, he winked, cuing up the charm.
Crossly, the native had to clear his name, even if he would just dirty it up in a few more moments. She'd been gentle to remove the rest of the whipped cream from his nose, but it didn't stop him. “I have some standards, I'll have you know.” He said, dimples prominent. “And before you say it, I require more than just simply having a partner who is a girl.” He just remained a shameless flirt, is all.
Her sultry wink was her toeing the line, but he couldn't help it... Never one to back down. But she retreated to toss out her trash, leaving him to chuckle with amusement. He was winning, even if she refused to see.
His lips brushed her temple, and she once again took a step back emotionally, it was enough to tell him that while there was one line, between what was proper and what was not acceptable by social standards, there was another, deeper line – one that said too clearly that Narcissa wasn't ready for someone to get that close. She told him he wouldn't like to win, and the male in him saw it more as a challenge than her warning him away.
The more she pushed, the more she drew him in. “I'll be the judge of that.” Aren said simply, grinning just as before. Though there was a subtle change in him, it wouldn't be visible to her. “And I don't think I will. Persistence, once you understand the rules of the game, and a bit of luck... will prevail.” If she thought to discourage him, she was failing miserably.
She kicked him under the table when he mentioned that there were blue parts to him, once she finally got it. He laughed outright, but finished his pizza. Afterwards, she mentioned going to the pool, and he asked if it was a promise. “Well, I wasn't going to ask you to do all the work.” The size shifter said, cheesing it up when she said he'd been assuming too much if he honestly thought he'd be peeling anything off of her. “But if you'd like... we can go back to the whipped cream instead...” He stated, appearing objective, as though it were actually going to happen.
Narcissa said she'd like for him to do it with his teeth, and he grinned – ever confident. “That can be arranged, ki'somma.” He called out to her as she parted ways to go get changed. Depositing his trash in the bin, Aren slid the tray back onto the counter and headed toward his room – intent on doing the same thing.
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It'd taken a few minutes to remember where he'd put his swimming trunks, mostly because he wasn't used to the material, and couldn't remember what exactly they were supposed to look like. At home, he just swam in his regular clothing, and hung it by a bush to dry if it was necessary. He'd not bothered to put on a shirt, or a pair of shoes as he made it down to the pool, his team leader already there, soaking up the sun.
“Ki'somma.” Aren greeted, a smile prevalent in his features. “Long time no see.” He said, feeling the water with his foot. It was chilly, but not enough to deter him from diving in.
He surfaced, and smiled as he splashed the girl lounging in the chair, figuring she'd not accept the cold water as readily as he had.
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2012 1:02 am
She's lost in the darkness, Fading away
I'm still around here, Screaming her name
She's haunting my dreamworld, Trying to survive
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Team: Ѻmega
Location: Cafeteria--Pool
Thinking: Re-Drawing Lines.XXXXXXXXXXXX═════════════════════════════════════════════“No.”, she responded quietly, the velvet tone of his voice causing something…Far too pleasant to stir in the pit of her stomach. His lips were far too close to her skin. Or perhaps they weren’t close enough. She never turned her head to look at him, shoulders tense, at the thought of what she might see. What HE might see. “I have my own ideas, Tiny.”
“It’s too early for the tell, when there hasn’t been a decent kiss.”
She hated the feeling of being cornered… Of finding no way out, no matter where she turned. Their conversations were an endless maze filled with deadly traps and impossible gauntlets…Sometimes it felt like it would just be simpler to stand still, and let him find her. Even though she was constantly the one that pulled away and regained that pedantic sense of British propriety…She refused to admit, to Aren, or to herself, that she might have been on the losing side.
Narcissa didn’t lose. Couldn’t, lose.
Aren countered her opinion of men, and her darkened expression lightened as she seemed to consider it…Only to smile coyly. “Either that… Or I’m playing for the wrong team.”
He grinned, and she found herself unable to help herself from doing the same… The little Indian was infectious, if nothing else. He needed to stop that. Her expression turned vapid and disinterested, a familiar sight for most of the peons that crossed her path. “Your head is just such a curious shape.”
“I can’t tell if it’s because you were dropped as an infant, or if it’s a mysterious case of inbreeding.”, she drawled slowly, eyes the color of a cerulean lake.
The sun goddess hoped, with any luck, that some of the flirtation would end there. She couldn’t breathe, metaphorically speaking, when he kept pouring satin and salt lined words about her head. For the life of her… She couldn’t figure out why she couldn’t simply shut him out. Why, she couldn’t shut down. She knew how to be detached… Knew how to use anger as a shield from more complicated emotions she didn’t quite comprehend.
She shook her head, heaving a dramatic sigh as she shifted in the chair, letting her arm fall across the back as she slouched slightly—Right leg crossing deliciously over her left. “There is only one religion for any Omega. It’s the Church of Me.”
It wasn’t as if her ancestors weren’t known for making their own churches…After all, the Church of England had come from somewhere. Her eyes flickered over him when he requested a thimble, surprised that he knew the story so readily. Usually pop culture was a serious miss with the native…”Only if I can lock you in a drawer and put you in a little green micro-mini.”
“Naïve? Please… I don’t need a partner that needs a GPS and a color by number to find the right spot.”, Narcissa returned smoothly, for the most part being entirely honest. She wasn’t a patient person. She couldn’t fathom having to guide some pimple faced twit through, what should be, a natural act.
Some of her smugness fell away when Aren gave his rebuttal about her starting a rumor. Her gaze grew cold without warning, a sudden palpable anger in her tone. It lingered, bringing down any witty remark she’d had planned. Instead…She simply felt bitter. “Of course you have standards. From what I can tell, breathing, and female.”
It was worded with a double meaning he likely wouldn’t catch… Narcissa didn’t necessarily need to breathe.
Were there really so very many, that knew the truth? The notion made something very well hidden within her crack.
Charm that normally would have allowed him to slip back into her good graces left her feeling hollow. His lips to her skin caused her to tense, while she did her best to ignore the fact that his touch stirred her. Blue eyes focused on him, covered in a layer of frost…As if an invisible wall had suddenly been erected. The almost saddened modification in her demeanor would be easy for him to pick up on. “You will lose, Aquene… I’m not a prize.”
Her gaze was true…Reflecting what she perceived herself as. If he’d been on the Omega’s when some soul-less thing wearing her skin tried to slaughter them all…He wouldn’t see her the way he did. Despite the jealous, angry monster eating at her insides, he managed to draw a half amused expression from he against her will.
But she didn’t respond to his last response and merely waved coyly with her hand over her head—Golden bangles making small sounds that were lost in the noise of the cafeteria.
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Narcissa stretched from her position on the lounge chair, back arching like a pleased tabby cat. She was never more herself, than she was when the sun was shining. Normally it left her feeling content, at peace. Even in the darkest of moments… But today…The gnawing feeling at the top of her sternum remained. Even still, she had every intention of replenishing her reserves…It had been foolish of her to allow herself to get that low.
Especially since they could be called out for a mission at any moment. She knew that…But trying to earn a degree and fight the forces of all things Big and Bad left her with little time for herself. Many thought her energy limitless…But that simply wasn’t the case. She could feel herself fading…
Hearing the familiar nickname from Aren, she tilted her head, golden hair moving of its own accord—Almost as if alive. Energy passed through every part of her…Her hair acted as coils, each a separate livewire. They bounced off of one another, creating the shining illusion of movement. She made a face as he stuck his foot in the pool, turning her head away from the water.
Narcissa didn’t like water, unless it came from the shower. The pool was cold. She didn’t like the cold. Though it sufficed to say, most of her apprehension was because she didn’t know how to swim. Not anything above a doggy paddle anyway. “You enjoy tha—“
She was cut off by the sound of a splash, and a subsequent gasp as what felt like a gallon of water crashed down on her form. She sputtered, wiping the offending substance off, careful not to catch her bangles on her sun shaped, diamond, belly button ring.
Her eyes narrowed as she looked for the native in the pool. Her hand extended and a beam of light shot from it, landing in the empty far end of the pool. It was a low grade blast, one that wouldn’t cause any property damage…But it would cause the pool to heat, quickly.
The native would soon need to take a hint, and get out of the water—Else he may find himself a little…Well done.
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2012 5:54 am
xxxxxxxxxx ➸ ▬▬▬ O m e g a ' s ☭ SIZE Shifting Native______________ Narcissa's bedroom... and not for reasons that are fun.xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
His confidence almost bordered arrogance as he spoke to the sun goddess, reveling silently in how hushed her tone had become. His lips were just a hare's breadth away from her skin - a motion meant to stir something in her, because she couldn't keep denying him. The chemistry between them was undeniable, even if their approach to each other was taboo. Cissa's shoulders were tense, as though she were forcing herself to look away. "I'd like to know just what those are." He said, twisting what she said into something far less innocent.
He leaned just a bit closer, letting off a soft breath to linger on her skin unintentionally. "Is that an invitation then, Ki'somma?" He flashed a grin and pulled back, velvet laughter rich in the air. This was a game... tense, fun... with the stakes high enough that Narcissa's poker face wavered very little. She switched from one extreme to the other often, pulling back but in the next round she'd fight fire with fire.
He loved it.
"Definitely not playing for the wrong team..." The native said, shaking his head to emphasize what he was saying. "But, on each team... there is a member, one of a collected unit. You've been rooting for the wrong ones, ki'somma." It was rare that he was serious, but the underlying meaning was there, even if presented with humor. Whoever had hurt her in the past... had been the wrong choice.
At the idea his head was funny shaped, his mouth pulled down into a frown - feigning for a moment that he was offended with her assessment. "Excuse me, oh critical one." He interrupted, his features turning cross. "I can assure you this fine specimen is not the result of either." Not able to hold the expression for long, Aren grinned once again, turning almost arrogant in a near instant. "You shouldn't try and make up excuses for you to look at me as often as you do."
With a shrug, he his gaze fell to his feet as he tried to appear nonchalant. "It's alright to admit you like what you see." While he knew very well she'd meant what she said from an entirely different context, he stretched it to something more of his liking. "I don't mind in the least."
A part of him had to wonder if she said the things she did on purpose, if she left him the openings he took to tease and flirt... When she said she was the church for every Omega, Aren considered for a moment letting it go, but decided in the end that he couldn't. "So... if you're the church of Omega... and I'm an Omega..." If she didn't see where this was going, she really was the stereotypical blond. "When do I get to go inside for a visit?" Cheesing for an added effect of his delivery, he laughed.
If she had wanted him to stop flirting, it wasn't going to happen any time soon. Life, in Aren's opinion was a gift - too short to remain serious all the time. She had brought up Peter Pan, and Aren might have surprised her when he responded about a thimble so quickly. "I think you got the story wrong, ki'somma. I never said I was Tinkerbell. I feel that role would be more suited to you. "
He paused for a moment, chocolate eyes dropping down to her legs and then back up again. "Besides, you'd look far better in any color of mini than I would."
Just why she fell cold, Aren didn't understand, but he wouldn't allow it for long - and it wasn't because he wouldn't allow it, but because Narcissa naturally relaxed in his company. If ever anyone thought she couldn't unwind before, hadn't seen her when she'd been getting a heady dose of him.
"More standards than that, ki'somma. There are particular things I like in a woman." He liked the ones that gave a good chase, or had a fun sense of humor; lucky for her, she had both. Well, really... it was unlucky for her, because she was doing her best not to fall. He didn't elaborate for her though, and simply left that part of the conversation by itself - much too serious for him to hold onto for long.
She tensed when he got closer, the charm he exuded for now, seemed to hit a brick wall before it reached her. And where most would let go then, leave her well enough alone. But the native liked to toy with fire. "I never said you were a prize, ki'somma.." He said softly, chocolate eyes once again serious as he held her gaze with his own. "And anyone who treats a woman like an object is going to lose every time."
He could see the haunted look in her stare, but he didn't believe any of it. She wasn't the monster she thought herself to be. "But, if I win," His devil may care attitude back in full swing. "It's an everybody win situation." Except the girls in the Aren Aquene fan club.
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He'd splashed her, knowing she had no actual intent of getting in herself... so he'd thought it fit to bring the water to her. She'd started to tell him to enjoy his swim when the cold droplets of water poured onto her skin.
In response she blasted the pool with a low beam blast, enough to heat it quickly to the temperature of bath water, and he grinned as he climbed out before it started to boil. It wouldn't take long for the pool to cool down, given the fact that water fell to room temperature rather quickly. "If you wanted me to come sit by you, all you had to do was ask." He teased, taking the lawn chair next to her.
"Did you need help drying off? The size shifter asked, dabbing his arms and shoulders with a towel before draping it over the back of his chair. Dimples on either side of his mouth became prominent once more, giving his grin a lopsided effect. "I've a few fun ideas to implement for that sort of thing."
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 5:27 am
She's lost in the darkness, Fading away
I'm still around here, Screaming her name
She's haunting my dreamworld, Trying to survive
My heart is frozen, I'm losing my mind ════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════ Name: Ƞarcissa "Cissa" Ƚucania
Team: Ѻmega
Location: Pool
Thinking: Re-Drawing Lines.XXXXXXXXXXXX═════════════════════════════════════════════She was used to his faux big head by this point. Coming from someone that actually had an ego the size of China’s population, he played potential arrogance well. If he would have been interested, she could almost have suggested he look into going into some sort of public office. That he couldn’t get through ethics would probably look good to most political campaigns… Especially, if the opponent were female. He’d send their tallest towers of opposition crumbling…
Just like he constantly crushed hers.
“Why? Because you don’t have any decent ideas to call your own?”, Narcissa countered simply, arms crossing as she tapped her foot softly. It wasn’t a habit, the act was simply out of a fierce need to distance her mind from her body as he leaned closer. When he asked if it was an invitation, she turned her head as he pulled away—His laugh causing her eyes to narrow.
Not because it was unpleasant…The exact opposite, infact.
He asked her if it was an invitation and the sun goddess broke from her stone mold as she leaned towards him, hand resting on his thigh for a moment to brace herself. She waited until his face was close to her own, the rest of the lunch room fading out of existence for a few scant seconds. His eyes were…A beautiful shade of molten brown. Chocolate. She smiled sweetly for a moment, lips nearly touching his as she murmured a very clear, “No.”
She pulled away afterward, forcibly pushing her personality back out into the lonely cold. He accused her of rooting for the wrong team members and she didn’t reply. Of course, she’d been seeing the wrong men. Or rather, the wrong man. Despite her reputation of being some sort of sex symbol…She’d only ever had two actual partners. And only one of them had resulted in some kind of relationship—If being a trophy counted.
For the time she’d wasted…It counted.
Of course, Aren always managed to pull her out of a darker mood. He was one of the few that could, especially with such ease. She shook her head when he told her not to make up excuses for looking at him, and she sighed when he stated it was fine to admit that she liked what she saw… Looking off in the other direction again she squared her shoulders one more, something outside the window catching her attention. “No.”
“You’ve got it all wrong Aquene… It’s not okay.”
Her head turned back towards him at the next pun, a small smile lingering on rose colored lips. It truly was impossible to stay angry with him…No matter how hard she tried. “Heathens don’t go to church…”
“And remind me to transfer you to Alpha before you decide to convert. They’re against the doctrine.”
She smirked when he commented that the role of Tinkerbelle would be reserved for her, twirling a long tendril of blonde hair around her finger. He was smooth, that was true… But she’d spent the past few years being the best at “Well…There’s a few things wrong with that logic...”
“One…Tink and Peter were never involved. Peter had a thing for Wendy…”, Narcissa trailed off thoughtfully, pointer finger tapping her lower lip for a moment. She smirked then, blue eyes shimmering… “Also—Green isn’t my color.”
Aren would never be able to guess exactly why her mood changed everytime she flipped a switch. It would be an impossible task for anyone—Even someone as perceptive as he seemed to be. She stared at nothing as he corrected her assessment about his standards…Silently feeling the cold creep back in. Aren was a balm to that…Someone that made her laugh—Smile. A momentary vacation from the nigh solitary existence she’d created for herself. She had few close friends… And those she did have, she tended to leave to their own designs so as not to lose them from over exposure. It was miserable to emulate the sun, and yet feel so damn frozen.
Narcissa didn’t want to know what he liked in a woman.
No matter how he teased…No matter what kind of pull she felt in his direction…It would never be her.
As always, he came closer when she tried to cut him off. His proximity caused the structured lines and parameters between them to bleed and melt. Her lips pressed into a thin line as her eyes went flat…He couldn’t help but to push his luck, to gaze at her so closely…As if he truly cared. His serious expression caught her off guard…Just as she’d been startled catching a glimpse of their reflections in the full length mirror in her bedroom. She didn’t like the way his voice affected her… It wasn’t safe. “If I’m not a prize…Stop acting like I’m something to win.”
She couldn’t comment on the last part, eyes averting.
Even if he got what he wanted…He would never win.
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Narcissa hated the water. She didn’t know how to swim. Not that she’d really given it a fair chance. It smelled cool, looked cold. Cold didn’t harm her, unless it was sub zero temperatures…But it wasn’t fun either. She didn’t even like to eat chilled food, like ice cream. It felt wrong. The sun goddess looked at him with a set of murder eyes, blue orbs flashing pale in a sign of warning. She glared throughout his entire victory walk to the lawn chair beside her, reaching for the bottle of sun tan lotion someone had left out on the table—Before liberally spraying it in his general direction. That act was followed by the Red Queen chucking the near empty bottle at his person as she huffed. (Narcissa is very butthurt about this. Can you tell :3?)
“b*****d.”, she accused as she laid back, intent on drying the water was quickly as possible. If she was going to crawl into any form of water, it would be a Jacuzzi. She even took her showers steaming hot, never bothering to turn the cold water on at all.
Deliberately, Narcissa avoided looking at him altogether. She’d caught a glimpse of him before he’d jumped into the pool… She did not need to see any part of him in the afternoon sun, sopping wet. He was too handsome smiling with clothes on, let alone without. Hearing the innuendo she knew would follow, he eyes rolled as she pulled her sunglasses back down so she could thoroughly bake. (Ah..She's pissed but she still wants to tap that. Whore.)
“You know… “, she trailed off as he offered to help dry her off, letting a slow hand run down the flat of he stomach, delicate fingers drawing a small circle in the water that had collected there, “I might have taken you up on that offer—Had you not started implying that you have ideas, and therefore think.”
Tilting her head towards him she smirked, lightly flicking the offending liquid away in the same motion. True, she could have risen her body temperature to dry off… But then she’d also have to stand, so as not to melt the chair. And she was must too lazy for that… The afternoon sun beckoned her, and she had every intention of soaking it up like a pleased kitten.
“Now be polite, I’m trying to eat.”
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Posted: Sun Jan 05, 2014 7:46 am
xxxxxxxxxx ➸ ▬▬▬ O m e g a ' s ☭ SIZE Shifting Native______________ Lunch and then the pool.xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx A coy grin crawled onto the native's face when Narcissa accused him of not having ideas of his own. With an eyebrow making its way toward his hairline, he laughed softly. "Ki'somma... I have plenty of ideas, but I think you wouldn't be able to handle them in your current state of perpetual propriety." He winked then as an additive for her to get the right images in her mind. Her foot tapped against the floor and he had to wonder if the move simply existed to distract her from their current conversation. He leaned closer to her, lips hovering over her pale skin - close enough that she'd feel his breath when he asked if her remark counted as an invitation.
Oceanic eyes narrowed as he neared, but the expression could not derail him of his goals. Eventually, she'd admit that not even she could escape his charms.. and the more she resisted, the more his determination steeled. For a moment, the size shifter actually thought she might follow through on their flirting, that she might finally allow herself something good in her life. Instead, she murmured a "no" so close to his lips that he could taste it. One huff of a laugh followed, chocolate eyes glimmering. Their game of cat and mouse always yielded the most interesting results.
Cissa pulled away right after - her demeanor going cold, a complete 180 to her actual self for Aren to believe that it was anything other than a front. He accused her of rooting for the wrong men, and the sincerity rang clear in his voice. "Not all of us are equal." He stated matter-of-factly. "Some boys never learned how to be a decent man." He sighed then, as though the serious nature of their conversation took a toll on him. Still though, they needed to be said, for her sake. More than anything, the size shifter wanted Narcissa to allow her walls to come down and let someone in. The existence she'd chosen for herself had to be a lonely one. If he could help her in that light... he would. And if he couldn't... he'd at least die trying, because neither of them ever let it become boring.
She'd stated that his head had a 'curious shape,' and the light hearted banter returned as quickly as it left. Aren stated with a shrug that it was alright for her to at least admit that she liked what she saw, but she disagreed. "Oh, sure it is. Denial really only hurts the one in it." He stated, trying to sound like a psychiatrist.
No matter how she tried, the native simply would not allow her to stay angry with him, and she should have realized by now that it was an impossible feat. The golden-haired goddess mentioned the Omega's doctrine, and Aren had a remark for it as soon as the words fell from her lips. Her response elicited a chuckle from the man and his shoulders rolled with a big shrug. "Maybe I'm a reformed heathen then." He said, deadpan.
She threatened him with a team transfer and he shook his head. "You would hate it if I were a blue and black wearer." He said honestly, knowing that the threat was as hollow as a canoe. "I'd be back on the Omegas, chasing after you in less than a day." Like it or not, Aren knew the truth, even if she wouldn't admit it to herself. Despite all of the teasing, Narcissa enjoyed his company. He believed himself to be one of her few actual friends.
They segued into Peter Pan, and Aren mentioned that the role of Tink should belong to her. What he didn't say (for fear of being burned) was that she already had the pixie size down. "You don't know for sure. Wendy abandoned Peter while Tink stayed with him forever. The story simply stops when Pan drops the Darlings off. " He scoffed at the green remark, folding one arm over the other against his chest. "Ki'somma, don't lie. You know you can pull off whatever color you'd like."
They chatted about a few other things then, from her threatening to spread rumors about his prowess in bed, to the fact that he had standards. "Not all men are senseless horn dogs." She tried to shut him out again, which only made him draw closer. Narcissa couldn't be encased in ice forever. Eventually, it'd melt. She said that she wasn't a prize, and he agreed, but the comment that followed after garnered another one of his cheeky grins. "Oh, you're not something to win, ki'somma. More like, you're a stubborn adversary I am competing against." And if he won, gods help her... because there wouldn't be any coming back from it.
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After splashing her when he dived into the pool, she nearly hit him upside the head with a near empty bottle. She called him a b*****d and he shrugged at that. "Fact of life, but I don't think my father has anything to do with the current circumstances." His grin widened, flashing a full set of sparkling teeth. "But this does call to question, if you weren't planning on swimming, why did you invite me out here, hm?" Eyebrows nearly disappeared beneath his hair, his insinuation clear.
She wouldn't look at him now, kept avoiding doing so. (Aren knows he's eye candy. Poor Cissa.) "You didn't need a reason to see me shirtless... All you had to do was ask." Not that she'd not seen it before - especially since he had an aversion to shirts, but he doubted that she tired so easily of the sights.
He offered to dry her off, the implications thick enough that one could almost see them in the air. "You'd like my ideas concerning you, ki'somma." He said, his nickname for her rolling off his tongue like honey. "I promise you that."
Eat? Wet brown hair dripped water when he tilted his head. "Didn't we just do that?" He asked innocently, despite guessing that the sun operated as her battery charger. "You know... I've some sweet ideas for dessert if you're up for it."
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Posted: Sat Jun 21, 2014 11:51 am
She's lost in the darkness, Fading away
I'm still around here, Screaming her name
She's haunting my dreamworld, Trying to survive
My heart is frozen, I'm losing my mind ════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════ Name: Ƞarcissa "Cissa" Ƚucania
Team: Ѻmega
Location: Pool
Thinking: Re-Drawing Lines.XXXXXXXXXXXX═════════════════════════════════════════════The sun goddess stared at the native blankly, his innuendo not lost on her, but she refused to surrender. “Perpetual propriety? You would complain about that, considering your perpetual state as an unrefined philistine. If you weren’t used to rolling around in the mud and baying naked at the moon, you’d understand that this is what we pale faces call civilized.”, she returned smoothly, careful to try and keep her pulse down. Somehow she feared he would be able to undo her lattice work of lies and deception, simply from the way her heart raced when he neared.
The fact that he thought she couldn’t resist him only fueled her ability to do so. She had an innate desire to win; and this was clearly a challenge. He didn’t seem to understand that the things he wanted from her were dangerous. She, her actual person, posed a threat to him. She was poison… And that led her to breathe a clipped “No” against his lips. Perhaps if he went through enough rejection, he’d eventually give up.
To her disappointment he seemed to take her actions with a smile, his chocolate eyes almost tricking her in to thinking she was being hunted. That wasn’t right. She did the hunting. Not the other way around. Realizing her folly she shut down, deliberately donning her crown as an Ice Queen. He was getting too close, crossing the lines of their game that he shouldn’t. He didn’t know the consequences… And how could he? He was nineteen, technically still a teenager.
That was a sobering thought. ‘Teenager, teenager, teenager, teenager…’, she chanted mentally, as if that would help matters. If that didn’t sober her up, the memory of her ex did. She would never admit to anyone that she’d allowed him close enough to hurt her when he’d cheated on her twice and subsequently left the Academy.
“All men come to the same end. Equally destructive, and self-serving. I’ve the same use for them that I have for my favorite tube of lip gloss. Use it and lose it.”, she responded smoothly, crystalline eyes filled with a stark coldness that didn’t allow much room for argument. There were reasons for her walls, reasons for the way she forced herself into a solitary existence. Narcissa was a firm believer of learning from her mistakes—And she had.
She wouldn’t let herself love or care; It ruined everything it touched.
Pulling herself out of dark thoughts, she locked them away. Aren didn’t need to know anything about it. He was just a little boy playing a game, chasing what he couldn’t have. Running after her might as well have been a game of Simon Says on a rainy day. The Academy was boring, and he didn’t have anything else to do.
He mentioned that he was a reformed heathen and she sighed, rolling her eyes heavenward. “Pity. I enjoyed you far more when you were an immoral savage.”
She had no comment about him wearing an Alpha uniform. She couldn’t say would have absolutely hated the idea, but she would have cheerfully burned every uniform he was ever issued to a cinder. Bloody Alphas. “What can I say? Red suits you. It’s good for your complexion.”
“And who am I to deny what the fashion gods demand?”
The talk of TinkerBell and Peter Pan made her roll her eyes…She still shuddered at the notion of wearing green, despite his assurances. Who did he think she was? An elf? Part of the peace corps? Oh, bloody hell, no.
Aren informed her that not all men were dogs, and she made a face, wiggling her hand in the air to the right and left. “…Perhaps not senseless. But the rest is most definitely true. I just believe they know exactly what they’re doing.”
“Calling me an adversary makes it seem like you stand an equal chance of winning…”, Narcissa trailed off lightly, head tilting while she tapped her nail on the lunch table. Her eyes grew distant for a moment, as if remembering something that she’d long since forgotten. Her voice was softer when it came next, simply matter of fact. “You don’t.”
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If he’d only moved a little slower, she could have hit him upside the head hard enough with the bottle to put him in a coma. Or at least, that was what she told herself. Her insult of ‘b*****d’ rolled off his back and she snarled, flicking the water droplets off of her form with disdain. “You were hungry, so we went to the cafeteria.”
“I was hungry, so we came here.”, she growled in return, jabbing a finger towards the bright yellow star in the sky. He raised his eyebrows in innuendo and she rolled her eyes for the hundredth time, choosing to let her gaze rest anywhere but on his shirtless chest. She’d seen most of him from time to time and hadn’t thought anything of it…But the memory of the way he looked with his arms wrapped around her in the mirror was a little to fresh. It was a little too personal. And here she’d thought she was being subtle about guiding her eyes away, but he still seemed to notice. “All I wanted was some lunch. It’s your fault you decided to channel your inner cave man and get half naked.”
He claimed that she would enjoy the ideas that he held for her, and she sighed, leaning back in the lounge chair. He was so confident in himself that it made her want to burst his bubble purely out of principle. Raising her arms over her head she stretched slowly, golden hair falling in shimmering rivers. “You can’t tell me that you haven’t figured out why you rarely see me eating…Don’t play dumb. It isn’t cute.”
“Dessert and I don’t get along. It melts.”
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