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 Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2017 2:08 pm
Well that was certainly not how she imagined her night would go.
What was supposed to be an easy night of energy harvesting had turned into more of a catch-and-release errand than anything else. The distress call she'd received from Ada had prompted a sense of urgency in her but actually witnessing the damage her General had done to the poor girl - or what he'd been trying to do - had bristled the hairs on the back of her neck.
What was supposed to have ended with a decent night in front of the television set curled between one or both of her favorite boys had resulted in nearly an hour of trying to soothe the panicked senshi that no, Labyrinthite wasn't himself and no, Chase wasn't trying to kill her.
Since when was it her job to be the Reaper's maid?
Twisting the lollipop around in her mouth, her agitated expression was slow to smooth over as she made her way through the front door of the mansion. She wasn't trying to be quiet about her entrance - if she'd wanted to stay off the radar, she'd have stayed over at her father's.
No, Chase had some explaining to do - if he wasn't going to be able to face even his waif without trying to lop her pretty little head off, then they needed to talk.
.... even if it was an ungodly hour of the night.
Taking her seat on the edge of the sofa, she let her slippers fall off unceremoniously from her feet, exposing pink toenails as she pulled the sucker from her mouth. Eyes cast a glance towards the darkened hallway that led to the bedrooms - there was a light on at the end, just as she suspected there to be.
"You gonna make me come into your cave or are you coming out?"
The strawberry flavored lollipop made its way back into her mouth as both hands gripped the sides of the furniture. If he was still in a sour mood, she needed to have available escape routes.
Y'know.
Just in case.
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2017 2:26 pm
His little impromptu meeting with Silk had come and pass and Chase had spent the rest of his evening sitting on his bed, trying to think of how he was going to handle things moving forward. Planning was something he thought himself rather apt at but he had no clue where to begin when it came to this.
Sleep evaded him, despite his best attempts, as it often did and he had resigned himself to another night of insomnia. The light had been flicked on in his bedroom and the door left open. Only two people actually lived in his house, the rest of the rooms long since abandoned. They would need to be repurposed, eventually, because he did not see the half-youma returning to the den-like abode he had been given and he could tell that while the cat might have come when he called, she was standing solidly on her own two feet. As for the sour-puss, he hadn't found him since had returned. The burner phone lost with many other things.
Suri's room remained as it was, something for his right-hand even if it went largely unused.
The only rooms regularly used were his own and his girlfriend's. The very same girlfriend who was calling him from the center of the house. He debated ignoring her, irritation still aflutter in his veins from her interruption earlier but...
With a heavy sigh, long legs slid over the side of the bed and he emerged from his 'cave' as she chose to put it.
"What do you want?" He asked from the top of the stairs, the railing that overlooked the lower section of the large home.
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2017 2:44 pm
She scoffed. What did she want? Loaded question, Mr. Black.
The sucker popped back out, twirling in her fingers as she stared at the shiny, pink color. A pale foot kicked itself out, followed by the other before eyes cut their way back up to the spoiled rich boy staring down, unamused, at the spoiled rich girl in the common area.
"I don't see how you get the right to be snippy with me." There was a huff to her tone but just barely. It didn't take a rocket scientist to know he was on edge - who in the world even knew what was going on in that gloomy noggin of his? At the same time, though, he should be thanking her for keeping the starry-haired girl in one piece, despite his earlier efforts, not treating her like she's some frivolous annoyance in his life.
Pushing off from the couch, bare feet padded their way towards the staircase as rose colored eyes kept their gaze trained on the tired looking man at the top.
"All the feisty out of your system yet? Or should I stay down here?"
Not that her concern seemed to matter, Prissy already making the effort to ascend the steps as her free hand took hold of the banister. The one with the sucker pinched between fingers rose, waving to nothing in particular.
"Doesn't really matter. You 'n me. We need to talk about stuff."
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2017 2:46 pm
"Cut the attitude out Priscilla," he snapped, fingers gripping the banister tightly until his knuckles turned white. From there it was a conscious effort and decision to loosen his grip enough to pry his hands back off. Teeth grit against each other and his body shifted as she climbed the stairs. His posture said stay away but he knew that she was going to ignore the warning signs.
His girlfriend, bless her loyalty to him, didn't see anything outside of what she wanted even at the risk of her own safety.
It was aggravating. (And a little sexy, but that was beside the point.)
"I would recommend you staying away, but you're not that good at doing what you're told." He replied dryly, resting his body against the banister with his arms folded across his bare chest. "You don't give the orders around here Prissy," he reminded her, eyes narrowed. Something rattled in his chest and he exhaled slowly through clenched teeth.
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2017 6:41 pm
God, he really was in a mood, even outside of his spats and scythe. Her face turned up and her eyebrows furrowed, the once open mouth forming a thin, pink-glossed line as she paused a few steps from the landing.
"If we're giving recommendations, sir, I have a few to offer."
Eyes shifted from his face to his jaw, which was certainly clenched. Color had drained from his hands, which were tucking themselves across his chest in one of his casual I'm the boss poses he seemed to be in a habit of making.
Her own hand trailed up the banister as she finished her walk, lingering at the top of the landing as she took her place against the siding and away from his part. The sucker rose, slowly rolling against her bottom lip as she stared at him. "I know I don't give the orders around here, but may I gently remind you of my current rank in the Negaverse as well? You are why I still follow orders. You've got experience and you've got leadership - but if you're going to lash out at your subordinates like that, you're not much of a leader now, are you?"
The sucker dipped in her mouth, wetting itself as she slid it to the side of her cheek.
"You're not going to have much of a wolfpack left if the Alpha keeps trying to eat his pups." Her eyebrows waggled, "Chomp chomp."
There was a loud CRACK as the sucker was demolished between her back molars, the empty stick soon being pulled out and slid into the back pocket of her shorts. Another step forward and the young woman was approaching the man harboring the beast that nearly killed Ada.
The beast that nearly killed her.
"No, I'm not going to stay away because you clearly need help, you stubborn jerk." Her arms folded themselves across her chest in imitation, looking far less intimidating than her counterpart. "And we're going to get you through this - without you killing a member of your team."
Well... that wasn't necessarily true. He could always kill Suri.
She didn't mind that particular member of the pack running into his scythe.
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Posted: Wed Nov 22, 2017 12:54 pm
He felt relief when she kept distance between them. Prissy knew how to push his buttons both the right and wrong way and she was dangerously close to tipping his carefully balanced scale. Irritation, however, flared right back up at the way she continued to talk.
"You think I don't know that?" He hissed between clenched teeth.
No, Chase was painfully aware what his losses of control could mean if he didn't get himself under control. It was an ever present battle that he struggled to stay ahead of. In this game of chess that made up his life, his pawns were falling too rapidly for him to calculate a proper strategy.
But Prissy was advancing and he moved back automatically to keep the distance between them. "I told you, stay back." The wood beneath his hand threatened to splinter. "Prissy, I don't deny that I have to work on things but please, keep your distance." He knew he needed to fix the problem, he wasn't an idiot.
"Can we do this later, when I'm not so..." He waved his hand about.
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Posted: Wed Nov 22, 2017 3:16 pm
"Yeah? And when's later, Chase?"
One hand rose up and gestured out towards nothing in particular. "Because it looks to me that later is here from the last time you said that and things haven't gotten any better since then."
The casual way he'd posed himself against the banister tensed up, legs making a motion to let her know he was trying to press as tightly as he could against the railing. Hands had returned to the wood and she could have sworn she heard fingernails scrape against the surface. It stung to know he was trying to keep away from her; she knew why but it hurt nonetheless. Where had the charming boy gone that she'd doted on, along with his mother?
She refused to believe that this was how he was going to stay from here on out. No, he was going to get over this nonsense. Some of the charm might have faded but she wasn't going to be walking on eggshells around him for the rest of their lives, however short they might be.
"Stay back or what? You're going to hit me again?"
The bruise on her cheek had taken nearly a week to heal, her cheek having finally returned to its flawless, pale complexion. It had been a constant reminder - to the both of them - of what he'd done. Words and actions that could never be taken back, as badly as either of them may have wanted them to disappear.
"You bend to me."
The words continued to haunt her. She was never going to be an equal in his eyes - always a subordinate. Always someone who, how had he phrased it? Needed to remember her place.
Closing her eyes, she counted to five before turning to the side and stalking off down the hallway until she took a curt turn into her bedroom. Even from the staircase landing, the sound of drawers slamming echoed through the upstairs and Priscilla was back, something clutched in her palm.
Practically stomping her way back up towards him, she once again blatantly chose to ignore his warning - if he was going to hit her, than he was going to hit her. Pulling her hand up, she held out her henshin pen. Black and pink, just like its senshi, the cold little stick with bat wings rested on her palm as she extended it out.
"If you need to let the wolf out to work off some of this aggression, you're going to do it with me. You're going to leave Adamantine out of this and all of the others."
She paused, taking a deep breath as she tilted her chin up... and finally took a step back, allowing them both room.
"You may have caught me off guard the first time, sweetheart, but I'm not going to leave you alone. You can't do this alone, Chase."
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Posted: Fri Nov 24, 2017 8:52 am
"Later," he hissed out between clenched teeth. Slowly his jaw ticked, teeth grinding against one another as his nostrils flared. "Not right now. I don't ******** know Prissy but not right now."
But his girlfriend didn't care, because she was in his space and she was spitting words at him that made him want to put his fist through the ******** wall. He had thought for one brief and hopeful moment that she was going to leave things where they were. That she would give him the space he was practically demanding from her, but of course she wasn't.
Prissy never seemed to get when he was being serious if it conflicted with what she wanted.
Chase attempted to recoil and found that there was nowhere for him to go. Prissy was in his face as was her damn henshin pen that he was half tempted to snap with the way she was waving it around in his face.
Despite himself, he snarled, one hand shooting out to push against her sternum and shove her back. The second there was space between them he was moving, headed straight for the stairs because if he didn't get away from her things were going to get ugly.
"I ******** know that Prissy but when I'm asking," because he hadn't made any demands or given any orders, "you to give me some god damn space, I expect you to give it to me." He paused at the top of the stairs, looking at the pink haired woman he had walked away from. "We're not doing this right now."
That was the last thing he said to her before he went down the stairs and out the door.
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Posted: Fri Nov 24, 2017 9:41 am
And just like that, he was gone.
The shove hadn't been entirely unexpected, but it stole the breath from her lungs nevertheless. Legs had stumbled backwards, feet trying to regain their balance to prevent a tumble as one hand had flown up to catch herself against the wall.
Fingers gripped tightly around the henshin pen still in her possession as she stared after him, not daring to follow as he stormed down the stairs and out the door. The accessory rose to her chest, the throbbing near her ribs only partially from her boyfriend's sudden physical demand for space. There wasn't a cure for the other ache that rested beneath her breastbone.
He wanted space?
Then she'd give him space.
Trembling, she shook her head, refusing to let more than her bottom lip quiver. She was used to getting her way, just as he was used to getting his way. It made for a hell of a tug-a-war and from the looks of things, he'd won this round. That was fine. Fine.
Making her way back towards the hallway, she ducked back into her room and reappeared a few minutes later, dressed with a small overnight duffel bag swinging at her side. She'd bought it to match the gym clothes she'd picked out for when she worked out - but then again, she never actually made it out to the gym..... but at least the duffel bag was getting put to use at long last, right?
Even if it didn't actually hold any gym clothes inside of it at the moment.
Making her own way towards the staircase, black heels made a significantly softer sound as they descended, much quieter and less angry than her boyfriend's exit. Pausing by the front door, she took a deep breath and took one more glance out towards the empty house before slipping out the door and into the warm, evening air.
Upstairs, nestled next to a sleeping Theodore and a fuzzy pink Squawkers the flamingo (both of whom had dutifully watched over her during the nights she slept in her own room), sat a note. The cursive was neat and brief.
Chase,
I'm sorry.
He wanted space and she wanted to give him what he needed. Her attempts at trying to help hadn't worked and if keeping her distance from him was his request...
Well....
She didn't have much other choice, did she?
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