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Post by Chaos on May 2, 2010 12:43:09 GMT 7
Somehow simultaneously floating only a few inches off the ground and with panoramic city views this house is home to Zach when he's visiting our fair city. Just be careful you don't wake his housemates. Lura has a fiery temper and the power to back it up. |
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Post by Basil on Jul 27, 2011 1:21:52 GMT 7
Marie looked up. There was no way she could reach the doorbell. She was way too short. Teleporting in would be rude, but standing outside to wait wasn't an option either. With a slight, but exaggerated shrug, the little girl knocked on the door. Mummy told her to wait inside after all. Someone called Zach was supposed to be very nice. From what she could gather from her mother's cheerful prattle, the man is or was the shapeshifter's close friend after her father died. Maybe even before, but she was merely guessing at this point.
It was a bother to be the youngest. Rather it was a bother to be young enough to be dragged everywhere Mummy went. It was annoying to have someone constantly reassure her that she will definitely like this muse. She can certainly decide for herself. The only other thing she knows about him is that they have the same last name. An interesting coincidence, but not one that is impossible. There had to be at least a thousand or more people with the same surname. The brunette nodded as she made a mental note to check up that fact when she could access her computer again.
This was probably the first time she ever thought about finding out a little more about her father. He never was an essential part of her life. She never even met him. She tilted her head to one side. Maybe this "Zach" was going to bore her with stories about her dad. The little girl shuddered. That would make this day even worse.
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Post by xDawnie on Jul 27, 2011 13:50:09 GMT 7
------------------------------------------------------------------------ I'm not always like this,
it's something I've become
A terrible weakness, in my nature, in my blood
Save me, oh save me,
save me from myself
before I hurt somebody else again [/center] He wasn't sure what he was doing here alone, with almost all of the original four away (Atach and Lura were still busy helping Alex in her world, and Light was doing Charter-knows-what in wherever the Hell he is). He didn't even know why he slipped away from Tommy while the latter was (shockingly) asleep, it just seemed like a really good idea at the time.
Zach stared around the dusty penthouse, absently twirling the stem of his wineglass in his fingers. Briefly he wondered if he should meet up with Bonnie, but almost as soon as the thought slipped into his head he dismissed it, remembering all too clearly the pain he suffered at the vampire's hands (teeth?). He'd never admit it to Tommy, but when he gave thought to the bite, it hurt - throbbed like it was bruised. Maybe it was, but he didn't want to see.
(There was a few moments in between the arrival of the thought and its dismissal in which he actually considered - desperately wanted - to see Bonnie, not only to catch up with her but to push Tommy over the edge. It scared him a little, these strange thoughts, it's almost as if he's not completely in control anymore).
Zach shook his head clear and took a sip from the glass. He considered going back to Tommy and waking him up, but after a few seconds of struggling, he decided that it would be counter-productive. He wanted Tommy to rest, the elf-like blond barely slept, he knew.
The dark-haired male dropped his head back with a sigh, staring at the ceiling. I wonder how Qwertel is. The thought surprised him far more than the way he instantly felt guilty about thinking about others, people he'd once loved, maybe still did - the guilt he was now used to. It had been a while since he last saw Qwertel... He couldn't recall clearly the details of their last meeting, but he remembered her well enough. He closed his eyes, picturing her briefly before the slavish part of himself fell to its knees to obey.
A knock on the door startled him, and for a moment he thought Tommy had been in his head and had come to punish him. It was only later he realized Tommy would have just appeared beside him, or ordered him back.
Shaking his head, Zach placed the glass on the table and stepped over one of the cleaning runes as it scrambled over the floor and walls, leaving behind lines of clean in the dust. He opened the door and looked around, brow furrowing in confusion when he saw no one there.
"Hey, is anyone-?" he started before it occurred to him a dwarf or a gnome of some sort might have found the place. This was the muse realm after all.
He looked down, and blinked in surprise when he spotted a little girl, probably no older than six or seven. Crouching down, he gave her a brief smile. "Hi there. Are you lost?"------------------------------------------------------------------------ |
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Post by Basil on Jul 27, 2011 16:50:53 GMT 7
“You’re slow.” That was the first thing that popped into Marie’s mind.
The girl bit back her words when she noticed that the man was expecting someone taller. Her eyes skated over his features. Brown hair like hers. Mummy had brown hair to, she reminded herself. Nice chiseled features. Some would look better on a man than a woman. It looked vaguely familiar though. She wasn’t sure if she has met him before. At a conference perhaps, or when she was in town. Coincidences happen every day.
The seven-year-old was about to clear her throat to get his attention, when the stranger seemed to have noticed her. She stepped back momentarily when he smiled. Her brown eyes flitted towards his eyes. She stared for awhile before blurting out.
“Your eyes are green!”
There was an awkward pause at least on her side. Marie smiled sheepishly as she tried to find something else to say. He did ask her a question earlier, so perhaps she ought to answer it. Now would be a really good time to do so.
“No. Mum told me to wait inside. She said that Zach would be waiting for us.”
The kidling twirled her skirt round her finger as she feigned being shy. “Would I be wrong to assume you’re Zach?”
“Erm… Mummy didn’t really mention other people. I … erm think.”
The child was starting to regret not paying attention to her mother during breakfast. There were so many more interesting things around. The newspaper, her storybooks and her toys. Godmother brought back loads of new toys for her. So it should be natural that she was distracted, she hoped.
“Mother’s name is Qwertel. Qwertel Amelia Matthews. She was called Kelly before she was married.”
“I hope that helps.” Marie added after a short pause, as she dropped all pretense of being shy. She was certainly much bolder Anna. Maybe even Ron, but never as fearless as Aiden.
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Post by xDawnie on Jul 28, 2011 19:07:53 GMT 7
------------------------------------------------------------------------ I'm not always like this,
it's something I've become
A terrible weakness, in my nature, in my blood
Save me, oh save me,
save me from myself
before I hurt somebody else again [/center] Zach blinked in surprise as he took in the little girl completely, her words taking a minute to register in his brain. For a moment he was floored by the familiarity of those eyes, those features. Briefly, he tried to recall how Qwertel's husband looked like, but had to give up a moment later when he couldn't even remember what his name was.
He settled back on his heels, studying the girl for a moment, doubt and worry stirring in his heart. Aloud, he said, "No, you're not wrong. It's a pleasure to meet you." He paused, realizing that he didn't know the kid's name. "What are you called? I know Qwertel, she's a good friend of mine."
Green eyes flickered over the girl again, and he stood, glancing around to hide his troubled gaze. "Where is your mother? Are you supposed to be here alone?" he wanted to know, looking back down at her. Why didn't she tell me, though? If she was going to go around leaving kids at my doorstep... I mightn't even have been here. He shot one final look around the empty place around them, eyes lingering on the city (where somewhere, he was-).
Forcibly tearing his eyes from the place and struggling to wipe out the thoughts that weren't entirely his, he stepped aside, holding the door open. "You might as well come in, since she's nowhere nearby. Do you know where she's gone?" He jerked his feet back suddenly with a scowl when one of the cleaning runes headed for the place where his shoes had been. Muttering under his breath, he raised his voice and added, "You'll have to excuse the mess, this house has been unoccupied for some time. I'm the only one here at the moment."------------------------------------------------------------------------ |
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Post by Chaos on Jul 28, 2011 19:45:00 GMT 7
Stop making the eyes at me, I'll stop making the eyes at you
And what it is that surprises me is that I don't really want you to
And your shoulders are frozen (cold as the night)
Oh, but you're an explosion (you're dynamite)Tommy stirred from sleep reluctantly. It wasn't something he got a chance to do very often. He rolled over with a sleepy smile, searching for a warm body on the bed. Coming up empty he pushed himself to sit up, trying to blink the last of the heavy sleep (the kind he hadn't had in...weeks? months?) from his eyes and his mind.
"Zach?" No reply."Baby?" Trying to ignore the unease stirring in his stomach he closed his eyes, sinking into his own mind. He brushed past the last remnants of the dreams, hanging on the dark shadows of sleep. Then down through the heavier darkness that wasn't him, ignoring the whispers and brushes against his consciousness. Down to find Zach's mind, shining like a beacon. He let the light soothe him for a moment before hesitantly picking out his location.
He got to his feet, snatching up yesterday's jeans and yanking them on before stuffing his feet into his boots. Creepers seemed like too much effort and he didn't plan on wearing the shoes for very long. Adding a jacket over the Metallica tee he'd slept in to hide his ink and keep off any stray sunlight he might encounter (experience was a bitch but he'd always learnt better that way). Then he closed his eyes, mind brushing briefly against Zach's (the lightest of touches, probably too little for Zach to even register it). Then he vanished, trying to ignore the part of him that was whispering that maybe Zach wanted to be alone, maybe it wasn't him that wanted to go looking. Maybe it wasn't his idea at all but something slinking out of the darkness.
Tommy very firmly told that part to shut up, blinking his eyes open as he looked around Zach's place. He could hear the light cadence of Zach's voice from somewhere near the door and he crept closer, tuning in just in time to hear "I'm the only one here at the moment."
"Really?" He drawled, keeping his tone light with a force of will that probably didn't show anywhere but his eyes. "Because it looks like you've got company baby." He leaned casually against the hallway wall, studying the kid on the doorstep with frank curiousity, shoving anything other feelings (his or otherwise) to the back of his mind. Well, I bet that you look good on the dancefloor
I don't know if you're looking for romance or
I don't know what you're looking for
I said, I bet that you look good on the dancefloor
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Post by Basil on Jul 29, 2011 0:03:51 GMT 7
Marie observed Zach quietly. She resisted the temptation to blink when he did. It reassured her on some level that he seemed rather uncomfortable as well. Doubt crept into her mind. The girl was sure her mother planned this visit, but it was quite unlike her parent not to let the other person know beforehand. What exactly was her mum trying to do?
“I’m Jeanne-Marie Mathews, but everyone calls me Marie,” the little brunette answered calmly.
She wondered if the man even heard her for he stood up and started glancing around. Marie arched an eyebrow slightly, but didn’t comment on the erratic behavior. Whatever was bothering him better not manifest so soon. She doubted she’d have the patience to try and sort out another muse’s problem. Most adult muses tend to brush her aside. Age seemed to always take precedence over factors such as intelligence and common sense. It annoyed her no end.
Keeping her voice as calm as before, Marie answered as she tried somewhat half heartedly to catch Zach’s eye. “Mummy said she forgot your present at home.”
The kidling tried to gauge the older brunette’s reaction. She had found it a bit odd that her mother had a present for him. Her mum had confessed that she only felt like giving him something because they haven’t seen each other for a long time. Not a very good reason, in her opinion. It sounded like woman felt guilty about something.
Her brown eyes looked pass Zach and into the apartment. Deciding that she’d rather sit than stand, the girl stepped inside, side stepping the strange rune as it darted forward. She watched it, taking her time to gather her thoughts. She was definitely upset with her mum. It was very selfish to assume that people will be free whenever you wanted to drop by. Then again, she never remembered her mother planning things beforehand. The woman was simply too impulsive for Marie’s liking.
The girl was quite aware that there was another person in the apartment apart from Zach. Someone who wasn’t there previously, she believed, because Zach didn’t strike her as someone who was intentionally deceitful. Well not without a good reason, perhaps. The newcomer, another man, sounded almost affectionate.
Rather than looking up straightaway, Marie glanced in the direction of the new voice. The first thing she noticed was the boots. Next she noticed the Metallica tee-shirt and jacket. Soon she found herself looking at his face. Oddly, she had the feeling that he had been studying her too. She glanced back at Zach. Now would be a good time to be seen, but not heard, she concluded. There were too many variables and thus far too many risks at the moment. Risks that included Zach’s behavior earlier.
“Mother better come soon, or I’ll be very mad with her,” Marie thought silently.
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Post by xDawnie on Jul 29, 2011 10:35:05 GMT 7
------------------------------------------------------------------------ I'm not always like this,
it's something I've become
A terrible weakness, in my nature, in my blood
Save me, oh save me,
save me from myself
before I hurt somebody else again [/center] He was aware of Tommy a moment before he spoke, but not the tension that had apparently sung through his body (will he never be able to keep away from Tommy without getting so strung up or the urge to do something he knows is extremely stupid?) up to the moment he spoke.
Shoulders slumping slightly with relief, Zach turned to face the elf-like blond, Marie and her disturbingly familiar features momentarily forgotten. He took in the blond's appearance, eyebrow going up slightly when he recognized the shirt (he recalled straightening it before he left, having ridden up slightly in sleep, in order to hide as much skin as he can from the nearly nonexistent sun - but still, better safe than sorry). For once, though, he wasn't wearing his creepers, which, though it probably shouldn't have, amused Zach to no end.
"Hey," he said, voice soft and nearly inaudible as he moved towards Tommy (relaxing further closer to him despite the heaviness of his gaze that, ever-strangely, worried Zach - made him wonder what he was doing wrong and how he can fix it). He kept a little away from him though, just out of reach (wondering if it's even a good idea), suddenly conscious of Marie's scrutinizing gaze. "How long have you been here?"
He glanced over his shoulder at the girl, once again feeling disconcerted by the recognition of those eyes (where have I seen them before? he thought he knew the answer but... how?). And did she tell him something? Something about a present from... Qwertel? Why would she give me a present? he wondered, slightly mystified as he unconsciously shifted closer to Tommy, seeking comfort and attention almost without really thinking about it (he had to get used to this, he had to learn to stop himself).
"Qwertel didn't have to get me anything," he said aloud, eyes darting to Tommy even as he spoke (wondering how he'd react to the name - does Tommy even know who Qwertel was - is? - to him?) "Is that why she left you alone here? Or does she have-" He glanced down and sidestepped another rune, pulling Tommy aside with him. The rune went after him anyway, slipping up onto his foot, up his leg and torso, and down his arm before vanishing on his palm. Not one for household care, Zach took it to assume that the house was mostly dust-free and the rest of the runes had vanished. Looking up, he continued, a slight curve to his lips to take away any sting from his words the girl might feel, "Or does she have another reason for your surprise visit?"------------------------------------------------------------------------ |
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Post by Chaos on Jul 29, 2011 16:16:15 GMT 7
Stop making the eyes at me, I'll stop making the eyes at you
And what it is that surprises me is that I don't really want you to
And your shoulders are frozen (cold as the night)
Oh, but you're an explosion (you're dynamite)Tommy returned the girls frank gaze for a moment, before shifting his attention to Zach as the mage moved closer to him. "Hey," he returned, one hand coming up automatically, reaching as if to curl behind Zach's neck before he forced himself to drop his arm, smiling instead as he tucked his hands into the pockets of his jeans. It was a tight fit (big hands, tight jeans) and in the end he just hooked his thumbs through the empty belt loops like a restraint to keep himself from reaching out. "Not long, just woke up." He fought to keep his tone even and not let any of the betrayal or anger (alien to his system) leak through. He knew Zach would feel it anyway but not freaking out the kid would be nice. He knew why Zach had left, he did, but it didn't seem to matter.
He glanced up as Zach mentioned the name, word catching in his brain for some reason, and frowned. He had no idea who Qwertel was but it affected him anyway. He tried not to scowl at the little girl, it wasn't her fault his life was messed up. He let Zach pull him to the side, out of the way of the run crawling over the floor and watched as it climbed Zach, vanishing on his hand. He smiled a little, he didn't think he'd ever get tired of that. Well, I bet that you look good on the dancefloor
I don't know if you're looking for romance or
I don't know what you're looking for
I said, I bet that you look good on the dancefloor
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Post by xDawnie on Aug 4, 2011 14:28:10 GMT 7
[ totally just rambling here ] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ I'm not always like this,
it's something I've become
A terrible weakness, in my nature, in my blood
Save me, oh save me,
save me from myself
before I hurt somebody else again [/center] Zach shivered, eyelids dipping for a brief moment when Tommy reached for him. Disappointment struck him hard a moment later when the blond's hand dropped to hook his fingers into the loops of his jeans (he didn't think he'd ever get used to this, to wanting to please so much, so hard; but it felt good all the same - is it his or someone else's? - and he'll always want to, and even if he can't he'll never stop trying). He reached forwards to catch his hand, wading through the anger, wanting to stop it, make him happy, please him.
It took a moment for him to remember the girl, he forced his eyes back open and caught Tommy's hand at the wrist, intending to pull him back. He couldn't, though, and for a while he stood there, breath caught in his throat, staring at him (wondering if he overstepped the line, if he's doing something wrong, if he should drop it now and request - beg - forgiveness).
The moment passed, but he dropped his hand anyway and looked over at the girl (Marie). The familiarity of her features struck him again, and briefly he wondered if Tommy noticed (can he tell?). Zach can't think how the girl might be related to him (what has he done?).
He shifts, eyes darting back to Tommy, wondering just what thoughts the elfish blond could see right then. Right at that moment (and wondering how long he'll be given to run away before he's caught and punished).------------------------------------------------------------------------ male | 24 years | 6"3' | human | bound | Victor Norlander
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Post by Basil on Aug 6, 2011 0:44:39 GMT 7
Marie’s brown eyes followed Tommy as he approached Zach. She heard every word the latter said, but it didn’t seem important if she answered. Frankly, he seemed distracted by the blonde. Her lips twisted upwards into an amused smile. The two men reminded her of Selena and Uncle Vergil somewhat, so it wasn’t too difficult to guess.
Yet it was odd that most adults find such behavior embarrassing. Growing up seems to entail restricting yourself and becoming more awkward in general. Her elder brother was certainly doing a good job of it. Aiden was in every sense of the word, a proper young adult. Thankfully Ron was still pretty much himself, though she doubted she’d appreciate that once she hit puberty.
The little brunette’s gaze did not waiver even when Zach looked in her direction briefly. She repressed a sigh. She was itching to yell out the answer. It was staring at them in the face, and he insisted on hedging. So typical! Yet so unfair! Zach seemed to have figured the reason for her mother’s unexpected visit before she did, she admitted bitterly, hating the fact that someone else bested her.
“Better not step on his ego yet,” she reminded herself.
“You never know what adults are capable of when you accidentally put them in their place.”
“Would you prefer if I look around?” She suggested out loud.
“You will most likely be preoccupied till Mummy gets here.”
“Or longer,” she added mentally.
Marie hoped he had forgotten his question. Now she won’t be able to answer truthfully that she wasn’t sure why her mother brought her here. It would take an idiot not to be able to add two and two together. Still she could hope that she was making the wrong conclusions. There was some measure of comfort knowing that there was a chance that her father was truly dead and buried somewhere in an unmarked grave.
“I really don’t believe in miracles,” she muttered under her breath.
With an impatient wave of her hand, Marie walked towards the sofa and plonked herself down. She rested her elbow on her knee as she looked about the room. Surely there was something to do. A crossword puzzle would do. Or even a random book. Or a notebook. Absentmindedly, she wondered when she’ll ever get her own handphone. Most of the other students at the university had one. Why can’t she? Contacting Mummy would be so much easier.
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