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 Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2007 7:25 am
Since her sister's death had finally sunk in (it had taken a good amount of time), something in Coailiann had changed. Not necessarily for the better, but she'd changed. Clothes were still trashy though she seemed to have a harder time forcing herself to do the things she didn't want to do.
The sidhe had grown better at her flirting but lately that's all it'd been. She'd resorted to being a tease instead of actually going all the way which was kind of nice. Sex was not something that Coailiann enjoyed though she did miss the dominance. The absolute power that one wielded when in that position over men. She could have slit their throats and they'd have died with a smile on their face.
Idiots.
None of that mattered, though. The teen had decided that life was far too short to let grudges stick for too long. How long that mindset would last was anyone's guess considering how often the girl seemed to change her mind but for now she was very firm. So, donning a pair of gothic combat boots (a gift from one of her latest admirers), a pair of black jeans (something that the Coailiann Yashima knew would never wear) that were low cut to lay just on her hips and not hide much of anything, a pink thong that showed just a bit, and a pink and white halter (Probably seeming a bit out of place with the boots and pants, but she LIKED pink and it was the only time she'd allow white in her wardrobe) she made her way to Yashima's home.
Just as she'd done with Zah, the sidhe paused at the door, second guessing her decision to see him. Sighing, she lifted her hand, closed it into a fist, and rapped on the door. What would Patrick say if he saw his 'princess' like that? Would he even recognize her? Nobody seemed to, at first. Not with her new growth, hair cut, tattoos (which were definitely seen in this outfit, along with her belly ring) and wings. Especially her dress code. The teen stood there awkwardly, then, praying that someone didn't open the door and she could get out of it.
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2007 7:49 am
"What are you doing?"
The foxes tired, slightly accented voice broke through the air behind the sidhe, a bit muffled by the white mask he wore. One eye shone from the opening on the mask, his ears pressed back against his skull in an obvious threat. Yashima didn't live at his fathers house, currently. He was here to get some clothing he needed and then go back to Zasalamels before the drow woke up and noticed his friend was gone from the small bedroom they shared.
Zah was badly hurt and as Thae sucked when it came to medication and taking care of a living thing, Yashima had taken the duty of caring for his friend onto him self. He...just had no clothing and living in Zahs baggy sweats and shirts were far from flattering. He was at least in his blacks now - a high collared, frogged-up shirt and fitted black pants. There were bloodstains on it, making the black darker and cuts to make it look rugged.
THe cuts came from being sliced open, as a few marks on his arms and legs showed. His mask was pulled into an expression of being displeased, golden eyes on his female... companion? Friend? Whatever she was, she was there. She was... different.
Bigger. She had breasts. Well, damnit. His tails flicked, now dark as night, Yashimas hidden, pretty chin tilting up just definately. "I don't live here, currently."
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2007 8:06 am
Coailiann, to her credit, didn't jump when the voice came up behind her and she simply turned, green eyes locking in on the kitsune that had, at one point, been her very best friend in the entire world. "I came to see you," she said as if it were the most obvious thing ever. He'd grown too, then. Everyone was changing, getting older. Then again, she and him had always grown around the same time, hadn't they?
A small smile tugged on the short female's features. Well, shorter than she'd really like. Between Five foot three and five foot four - she didn't know, she never bothered to measure. "You've grown...You're different." He'd changed much more than she had, it seemed. Maybe.
Still, nerves were eating at the teenager and she felt like she could faint. What if he just decided to push her away again? She missed his friendship, as much as she didn't want to admit it.
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2007 8:22 am
"Everyone grows." Despite his rather bland tone, he was still eyeing her slightly warily. She had the same aura many of the females he had known did. He shifted, uncomfortably, and pulled a key from a pocket somewhere on his person. Of course he had grown. She had grown a lot. He had gotten taller, looked more like his old self. She just got... less pink.
Less hyper. Well, so had he.
Yashi hesitated, sliding past the sidhe and unlocking the door effortlessly. There were kids here and there but he ignored them. "Come inside." It wasn't really a request but, knowing Yashi, it wasn't exactly a demand, either. "It's too hot outside."
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2007 8:27 am
"Yes," she said lamely, "They do." Sometimes she wished she could go back to being a child. Preferably before anything bad ever happened. The wary look wasn't missed by the sidhe and giving a sigh she watched him open the door. Too hot? Well, she hadn't really noticed it. The female wasn't wearing a whole lot of clothing either.
Kay followed Yashima inside and closed the door behind her, breathing a sigh as the air hit her. Well, maybe it had been a bit hot. "I don't live at home anymore either. I have my own place."
Sort of. She lived with Callix still but the incubus hadn't been seen much lately and it was hard to consider him her roommate anymore. He was likely off doing his own thing with women, actually. She'd grown past being jealous. What use was jealousy when nothing would ever change? Too much heartache. Besides, she'd likely been doing the same to him. It was a competition and a messy one.
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2007 8:40 am
Yashi had to bend down to untie his boots, toeing them off and straightening, pushing some of his dark hair from his eyes. "I haven't moved out." He reiterated for her, shoulders rising up into a shrug. "Zah got really hurt and..."
Okay, so he was blushing. Just barely but the cheeks of his mask went the barest hint of pink, shoulders straightening abruptly. "His Gaurdian bites so I'm taking care of him."
There. That's all there was to it. For now, anyway. There had been rather serious proclamations of wishing to be near each other for a long time and being dear to to one another but nothing serious, nothing definate had been said.
Yashima, himself, was a bit wary of relationships. What could he do, in this case? It was Zah. he would be lost without his best friend and confidant. He loved him, if he could love anything at all. He didn't want him hurt. Zahs feelings for him were put foreward bluntly but...he was still confused. It was all confusing. There was no competition.. There was simply dealing with one another.
"I just came back to get some clothes. I've been living in sweats."
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