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 Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2016 7:57 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2016 8:02 pm
Anyone would have known he was lying, eh? She was probably right. But only then. Only ever then. Alex can't lie to her. Not her, not Zara. Anyone else it was a piece of cake. Something he had been doing all his life to make it. Lie through his teeth. Alexander didn't argue with her. It was best he kept his thoughts to himself on that topic. Eventually it'll pass. And it had. The sudden shatter made the blond's primal instincts instantly switched on. He quickly turned to the sound that frightened him and faced it with furious, blood hungry, territorial emerald eyes. They scanned the room in attempt to identify the sound, and ultimately found his answer - Vixen broke something. Again. He shifted his glare from the shattered frame to Vixen; he had the same look a stray dog would when snarling at a bystander - alert, enraged, and completely engrossed in fear. "Stop <******** breaking things." He growled. Alexander was not a fan of sudden noises. It was a symptom of his Post Trauma that he has yet to shake off. Paranoia still held a tight grip on him.
He stood there for a moment, his heart beating fast with the sudden rush of adrenaline from his scare, then after taking a couple deep breaths, Alex's demeanor softened to something apologetic. He put down the slice of cake, avoided eye contact with Vixen for a while, and found a broom and shovel to sweep up the remains of her favorite frame. He then stood before the mess, and muttered to Vixen with his head bowed, "Sorry."
The now quiet and on-edge male cleaned up the glass fragments, listening carefully to Vixen and her questions on drugs. Alex frowned, "It's not something to brag about or romanticize. I don't know if I want you to experience it. It's no good, Vixen." He replied. His voice hardly audible. "Don't do it. It's no good. I'm no good."
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2016 8:07 pm
On the face of Crevan was absolute wariness, despite his soft smile. He straightened up after taking notice of Zara's apparent discomfort, but apologized nonetheless. She couldn't help but giggle truly. Simply because Alexander would have done the same to Crevan in behalf of Zara if the situation deemed fit for it. It was funny because despite the obvious difference in energy between Vixen and Zara - the siren being the much calmer bodied one, and Vixen being far more energetic - she was equally a force to be dealt with when she breaks through her initial silence and got to talking. "Well, I get a little out of hand myself, don't I?" She asked, unable to help herself and laugh. With a superiority complex like Zara's she was just as much as a hassle as Vixen. There was no tolerance to be built when it came to it. It was simply like finding her other half. Zara did the talking, and Vixen did the walking. It was no wonder why them together was a nightmare to the brothers.
With the apology aside, Crevan got right back to work, unpacking and folding the clothes that were left in the suitcases that laid in the living room floor. She could feel his rising anger as he did so, and knew right away Vixen was going to hear it from him as soon as she got through the front door. Meanwhile, Zara finished up the hot chocolate for the incoming guests. She added the cocoa powder and appropriate amount of sugar into the mugs, but made the extra effort to put whipped cream and dust the cocoa powder over it knowing Vixen would appreciate it being extra sweet.
She set both mugs on a golden tray, and placed it on the kitchen island counter. The minute in doing so, Vixen burst through the front door, frightening the poor siren so much so, she spilled a little of the hot chocolate on her white sweater.
"Oh, help me, dear! I was treated so horribly by this no good of a giant!" Zara stared down at the stain on her sweater, fighting the urge to throw a tantrum. On the bright side... at least she heard the giant part right. Sighing, the siren raised her head to give Vixen and Leon her attention, "I made you two hot chocolate. I have two fresh towels and blankets on the sofa for you to dry yourselves up and get warm. I need to change out of this swea - " However, she was given no chance to slip away to change (and actually put on clothes for the matter - whatever happened to her being able to walk in her underwear alone? So much for her day's plan...) her dear Vixen instead took the opportunity to trap her in a python-like hug. "Vi-Vixen you're- !" Zara struggled in the tight hug she received, "You're crushing my boobs...!" She whimpered, attempting to slither out of her grip.
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2016 8:15 pm
"Voicemail... expected."
[sighs]
"Why did I... ugh... I keep doing this... I keep calling you under the influence. It's a little sad... a little funny"
[pauses to take a small drag from her lit cigarette]
"Wonder what it's like on the other side of this? Having a little girl calling you, tipsy, slurring god knows what sinister s**t she can think of - oh fu-!"
[the sound of shuffling and curtains closing can be heard in background]
"The neighbors can see me through the window in my underwear... Oh- right, I'm glad is what I wanted to call and say. I'm glad you're out your... mood... I should say. I noticed. You weren't feeling all too well about the things that were happening, previously. But you're back now. Back and better... better off than me anyways - I need to put this glass down."
"I - I want to hear your voice again... I want to make you smile and laugh again. I want to drink your wine and have you kiss me and tell me whatever useless facts you have on it after tasting it off my lips. I want to know what goes on in your head..."
[lets out a soft moan as she lazily stretches]
"Needy, needy Nami. So bold. Tsk, tsk, tsk. What ever shall will we do with her, Mr. Han?"
".... goodnight."
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2016 8:19 pm
Dear Nandi,
You think you know death.
But you don't.
Not until you've seen it.
Really seen it.
And it gets under your skin and lives inside you.
You also think you know life.
You stand on the edge of things and watch it go by, but you're not living it.
Not really.
You're just a tourist.
A ghost.
And then you see it.
Really see it.
And it gets under your skin and lives inside you, and there's no escape.
There's nothing to be done, and you know what? It's good.
It's a good thing.
xxxxxYour Mate,
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxAlex
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2016 8:24 pm
Nami shrugged nonchalantly, not minding being called a fox. She gave herself one last spin - she was enjoying the chair a little too much - but stopped herself abruptly, "Wait, what? Discipli -" she was cut short by the authoritative command that followed after. Namiko pouted when he removed the wine from her hand and slowly, cautiously started to get up. Jumin coaxed her to move a little faster with a simple, gesture that somehow seemed to have all the power in the world. "I -"
Nami's sapphire eyes widened at the sudden kiss, her first instinct was to attempt to pull away, but seconds after, she was just as possessive and intimate as he. But it was short lived, and not enough to feed whatever hunger she now had for him. "Dom peri- w-what?" She responded in almost a whisper, somewhat annoyed by how much control he had at the moment. "Sh-shut up and kiss me again." Namiko whined, wrapping her hand around his tie and pulling him down again for another.
But he's laughing at her. Nami narrowed her eyes at Jumin, hating how he was teasing her the way he was. And even if she tried to tug him down a little further just to steal another kiss, he wouldn't follow through. He just smirked his usual awful smirk and chuckled his usual awful chuckle, and reminded her how "awfully busy" he was. "Stop! Don't leave yet." She whined, sounding reminiscent to a spoiled brat. Nami even shuffled and stomped feet a little in the process.
She set her mini tantrum on pause as he caressed her cheek, completely grabbing her attention, shutting her up for a moment, and she was quick to respond hungrily to the kiss that followed. But like always, the moment was short lived, and Jumin let her go. She groaned as he kissed her hand, handed her a new phone, and made his exit. Even when he told her he'd "hunt [her] down later" it wasn't satisfying enough. Nami dropped herself back down in his chair, fiddling around with the cell. "Boo~!" She called out to him, half jokingly, half upset. She scooted over to his desk, set the phone down, replacing it with the half empty wine glass she had earlier. Nami downed the rest of it with a sulk.
Once again she was alone.
He worked her up, then hung her up and left her to dry.
Wonderful.
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2017 8:56 am
Masayoshi played with the scarf that Hiyori gave him as they walked into the gym towards the men’s lockers. He flapped the scarf about to wave goodbye to the girls as they parted ways, but was completely taken aback by the heat and steam that flooded out the locker room. ”s**t man...” He cursed, making up his face and stealing a look at Takumi knowing how much he hated it. Just as he expected, his friend was more than ready to get out the place as quickly as possible. Suga glanced over at Hiroki before letting out a heavy sigh. He stripped out his scarf, jacket and shirt with ease. It took months of practice on stage and sets (with directors that always seemed to want the toned teen shirtless) to take off his clothes so easily. With his somewhat muscular torso still exposed, Suga lazily folded his clothes and placed them in a locker before slipping on the blue gym uniform shorts.
“You guys ready to get going?” The dirty blonde stood on one leg perfectly balanced as he tied his shoelace. He glanced at his friends seeing Takumi had already gotten dressed and was more than ready to leave the humid hell. ”Uhh… yeah…” He says, hastily, despite him still fumbling with his shirt. And with no care at all, Masayoshi headed out the locker room, topless and statuesque as he flipped his shirt right-side out and slipped it on just as easily as he could take it off.
Suga’s head popped out of the neck of the shirt, his already boyishly messy hair even messier. He shook his hair, raked his fingers through it and scanned the gym. P.E. class only meant one thing for the teen: suffering. Suga grew a little restless seeing others fan out. P.E. just wasn’t his forte. The teen ran his fingers along the hem of his gym shirt, emerald green eyes now on the ground somewhat uncomfortable. It wasn’t a long wait before he was reunited with a friend. Hiyori always seemed to have amazing timing. Masayoshi glanced down at the girl, and made a goofy face of disapproval. What were they going to do today? Probably something horrid… god awful… sweaty and stuff… ”Dig our own graves and lie in it maybe.” He’d respond with the same goofy sense of dissatisfaction, and sulked at the thought.
Whatever it was, it wouldn’t be any better than digging a grave…
Hiroki joined not too shortly after. The dirty blonde took notice of his friend and gave him a small smile of recognition before it faded back into a sulk. He couldn’t help but tell himself he should’ve skipped. But if that was the case, he’d probably get lectured for it… maybe by Takumi who always seemed to have to remind Masayoshi that he needs to come to school anyways. Most likely from mother duck herself, Hiyori… she was probably getting tired of having to babysit him. He sighed deeply at his misfortune and decided to just suck it up rather than head right out the door.
Sometime later, Vie had joined them. She made her sudden appearance behind Hiyori, hugging her from behind, but it was Suga who had been frightened. He nearly jumped right out his skin! He shot Vie a glare that wasn’t very long lasting, then – just as before – went back to his sulking, ”She scared me…” He muttered to no one in particular.
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