[Couldn't help laughing at CM's post. AMAZINGLY HILARIOUS..... "If she fucked you, kissed you, or did anything to turn you on, don't take it seriously, alright babe?" HAHAHA.]
"You would? Really?" The girl marveled, studying Aegle's movements around the kitchen. She was genuinely surprised how well accepted she had been since getting to know everyone, and how welcoming they had been. It was unusual, compared to the people she had gotten to know in a city not exactly revered for kind citizens which was painfully obvious out on the streets. "Oh, he should be home soon. Don't worry," She said with a smile and a dismissive flip of the hand, "You can trust him. He's pretty much like family. Ooh, I'd like to see your art; I bet you're pretty good, especially if your stuff is in a gallery. I like painting, but I wouldn't call it art." She chuckled. "Maybe you can teach me something?"
CelticMystress & Fayne:
Putting on a dramatically aghast expression, Desanm glared up at Bones with narrowed eyes. "I'm totally telling Oz you swear like a sailor around me. If I start too, I'll get in trouble." Her grin gave her away, knowing that if her adoptive father had really wanted to steer her clear of vulgarities, then blacklisting Bones would have been the first step. Tuna probably would have been next. He probably knew it was nothing she hadn't heard before. "What's she up to, anyway?" The girl wondered out loud as Bones took her leave to make a private call. She was sure it was some adult humor between them that she didn't pick up on, as the blonde woman seemed nothing short of amused by the subtle situation. Ask no questions, you hear no lies.
Once Bones had returned, blissfully ignorant to the girl's curiosities, she seemed ready to move on with the night. The debate over which movie was most suitable was one she had little input on, based on her limited exposure to movies in the past and especially those of the thriller genre. There had only been a few instances in which her "friends", who were essentially just train-hopping teenagers, would spend a night or two at some their friend's houses (or, more often, nearly vacant apartments in shadier parts of town) and let her hang out with them while they smoked weed and sometimes "crank" with the television playing movies all night and she sat there glued to it, regardless of what it was, preferring not to participate when offered.
[=#a2cd5a]"Whatever you think will get me scared. Even though I know nothing will."
Desanm smirked confidently, despite knowing in an hour she'd be huddled between them and peeking through her hands. "The dog? Probably being lazy somewhere."
faunet:
"Oh, it's alright, really. I don't need anything, I had coffee this morning. But thank you for the offer." His sincere but quiet speech just above audible, even in the empty theater. He sometimes tended to forget to speak louder for everyone else's sake.
The work on the piano resumed as he began inspecting it's contents again, but continued conversation for the sake of politeness. "So how long have you been dancing?"
Shiori:
"Mmhm, yeah." He responded jokingly, even knowing Darcy was probably completely serious. It really had been quite some time since they last talked, and so all presumptions about how he was couldn't really be solidified. He hoped, at the very least, there had been some improvement. The things he knew Darcy had gone through were horrible; things he wouldn't wish on anybody and especially not two of his closer friends. Hearing from him was a considerable step forward to assuring that he was doing better. Fledermaus was open to the idea of helping in any way possible if needed, even if it meant simply reestablishing a friendship. "Yeah, it's been ages. Heh, I was getting really worried; glad to hear from you, though. I'm doing fine- great, actually. I guess you heard?" His question was posed with a bit of uncertainty, based entirely off of being unsure whether Darcy wished to discuss the matter. Embarrassingly, he realized how little he knew about what terms Darcy was on with Wyvern. "But, you know, I'm really doing alright. How about yourself?"
FLEF: "Heck of course I mean it! I'd be honored to have you live with me.", she remarked turning around quick enough to flash a smile then returning to her searching. She found a small cup and walked over filling it with some tap water from the faucet. She found no reason to use purified water. Water was water in her mind, as most things were as they appeared to her. She walked of and placed the water in front of Desamn, grabbed a plate and threw the grilled sandwich on it. She placed it all before the girl and put her elbows on the counter across from her. "Oh, then you wouldn't mind me staying to say hello, right? I mean I wouldn't want to leave before he meets me." She shuffled awkwardly a moment as she hated being complimented. There was nothing to be complimented on this woman. Nothing at all in her mind. She sighed, "My art is nothing special. I have more than enough room for improvement. You paint? Well, that's the beautiful thing about art. Everyone sees your pieces different whether you like them or not." She actually smiled a moment at her remark. "I would rather you teach me some stuff!
She was enjoying her time with Desamn and was glad she stopped by. But she felt somewhat awkward, if Masque knew she was visiting his daughter he would be irate. She could only imagine the amount of bad talking she would get. But one side of her also wanted to make him angry.
The black cat was out of the bag, and his…‘condition’ was no longer a secret. Ha, as if it ever had been. Still, it was stranger speaking of it then he thought, or perhaps the context was too unexpectedly casual. He sighed inwardly and shook his head, ridding the thought from his mind. Now wasn’t the time to be ashamed. In fact, now wasn’t the time to think of himself at all! True, he was in desperate need of a friend. Life had gotten so…complicated, but surely Fledermaus had his own complications to deal with. He threw his attention into the man’s response, unable to help his grin. He sounded so happy, it was almost infectious. “Whoa, great huh? That’s a pretty big word, better leave some room for improvement there,” he joked again, leaning forward from his chair and resting an elbow on the desk. “Yeah, I heard. Congratulations man. She’s lucky to have you, you’re a damn saint. When it is the…happy event?”
Marriage. It was a practice Darcy was never very fond of, but he understood the idea. Sort of. Maybe he even toyed with it, once… come to think of it he’d never even been to a wedding. Huh. As for Wyvern…he wasn’t entirely sure about his relationship with her, either. Their friendship had always seemed a tad…forced, after being together. Of course Darcy felt nothing of those former emotions now, but awkwardness remained - not so much because of their past, but because of his present. Bet she was glad to have avoided all of this. He reached for his drink. “As for me, things seemed to have… leveled out, I suppose,” he responded vaguely before downing half his shot. Hey, leveling out was leveling out, don’t be a critic.
The girl gladly accepted the sandwich and took a bite after a grateful "Thanks!' sent her way. She suddenly realized how hungry she was, after forgoing lunch that day in favor of singing along to some CD's and experimenting more with her camera, taking photographs of nearly everything in sight. She found herself losing track of time easily this way. "Oh sure- I like having my friends meet." She added thoughtfully while sipping the water. "Do you know Lady Bones? Or Tuna? You should meet them too. They're also my best friends."
Her eyebrows raised in an incredulous manner at Aegle's statement before countering it. "Are you kidding? I mean, if your stuff is in a gallery right? It's gotta be good. Especially if you gotta come all the way out here. Whenever I paint, it's just a bunch of colorful splatters. Watercolors are the most fun, I think. But I also really like taking photos-" She paused to scramble off of her chair at the counter and grab the camera sitting in the living room and brought it over. "My uncle gave me this- you should meet him too, he's nice- and he taught me how to use it because he's pretty good at taking pictures too. He said this camera is from the 60's, isn't that cool?" She grinned and held it up toward the woman. "Do you mind if I take your picture?"
faunet:
"Really?" He remarked lightly, tightening a peg and too focused to differentiate any change in her demeanor. "You're quite good at it. That's the age I started playing piano."
Shiori:
There were times he thought of himself as naively ignorant, like a child, almost, in the way he acted around people. Perhaps it was years of relentless negativity he put himself through and a massive dent in his self-worth that he had grown tired of and opted instead to lean toward the positive light. It was hard to tell much about how his friend was, and other than the slightly inebriated sound in his friend's voice, there wasn't much to go by. "Soon- just a few weeks now; early April. I hope I'll see you there." He was briefly amazed at how quickly it had approached. "A saint?" He chuckled. "I wouldn't go that far. But I'll definitely agree with being lucky. Wouldn't really consider myself a catch, huh?" The humored tone of voice didn't quite reveal the sincerity in which he believed the statement. There were times he wondered what on earth Wyvern was doing with him, but always kept these concerns to himself knowing full well it was all related to his problematic lack of confidence. But he was working on it. "Leveled out, hm?"That was good, wasn't it?"Well, I'm glad for you. I'm just happy to know you're alive; it's been so long. So, what's up on your end?" He posed the question, curious if there was any reason for calling other than just to catch up.
[ I would like to join... but i'd prefer to draw, is that okay? and i was wondering if using my germanshepherd character 'Red' would be a problem at all... he is deer friendly. ]
“Hey, compared to me you’re a saint, buddy,” he argued with his friend, then paused as he immediately realized the correlation between his recent thoughts about he and Wyvern and the statement. Well crap, that sounded bad, didn‘t it? “Er, and other…people. I mean, nothing phases you, is what I mean. It‘s a good quality,” he attempted to correct himself, rolling his eyes and rubbing firmly at his forehead as though scolding the brain within to think for clearly. He could hardly fault Fled for such thoughts, however, for he frequently felt he wasn’t good enough for just about anything, but then…he’d done enough bad in his life to warrant doubt, hadn’t he? What had Fled ever done? Sure he hadn’t had the smoothest life, what with his brother and all…but that wasn’t his fault.
Speaking of saintliness, of course the guy didn’t want to talk about his life and how brilliantly it was going when Darcy had given him the chance. Why were they back on the topic of him again? I’m happy to know you’re alive, he heard him say, and flinched. Had…there been doubts? Of course it could just be a figure of speech, but to Darcy the statement had heavier meanings, and he was feeling self-conscious again. His hand still flat-palmed across his face he felt at the new scars across his forehead and clenched his jaw, forgetting for a moment that his friend had stopped speaking as was now waiting for a response. “Oh…um, not much…But hey, cut it out! So what, any honeymoon plans? Oh! What about your brother? I heard he was doing poorly the last time I was around…Do you guys talk?”
His avoidance was probably evident, but he didn’t care. He wanted to know about Fled’s life…he wanted to feel connected to someone, even if only a little, for a little while till the phone hung up. He sipped at his drink and waited, hoping it would be that easy.
( I don't mind if you don't reply to this; you're overloaded already c: Really I just needed an excuse to write this little thing because it's been in my head for some reason. -shrug- )
Mornings. She wasn't keen on mornings anymore. In the mansion, it had been easier; Thomas would call to wake her up, she'd go have a shower, make herself breakfast, then go to work. But things were different now. She'd been fired, she'd left her mansion to Davita, she lived with other people. Davita. A groan. Danila forced herself to sit up, throwing the covers back and rubbing her eyes. Her black hair was a mess; she brushed it roughly with her fingers. Davita. I can't believe I left Tentacle Fawn-- She corrected herself. --Quintin with that psychopath. He's probably starving. Or... Pulling her thoughts away from the other, worse option, the alien rose from the bed, stretching her limbs. She pulled on new clothes; a red shirt with long, wide-cuffed sleeves, black skinny jeans with black leather boots. Danila had given up a little on her more androgynous style of clothing.
Walking out of her room and into the kitchen, she started pouring herself tea. Her voice was hoarse as she called out 'Masque?' tentatively, piercing gold eyes searching for the blonde man. "Masque, are you up?" Or in? What about Tuna? Her head felt fuzzy. Danila whined, rubbing her eyes again. She inhaled, and her chest hurt. Owfuck.
(Sorry I've been a slacker, guys. D8
And Tolvia, that's fine with me.)
faunet:
"Oh...uhm..." His modesty clouded nearly every viable answer that came to mind. Truth be told, he could probably play most anything set in front of him- laden with imperfections on the first few tries, of course, but usually nothing the untrained ear could pick up. "Well, I like Baroque pieces the most; ehm... Vivaldi, Corelli, Handel." He said lightly and wondering, as a dancer, if she had any idea what he was talking about.
Shiori:
The man lowered his eyebrows curiously as Darcy spoke over himself, seemingly correcting what he had said. As if- even if he did manage to find fault in what Darcy said- that he would have mentioned it. Then again, non-confrontation had never exactly served him well before. "Heh- I know what you mean." He offered sheepishly, hearing the tonality on the other end of mild frustration. "But really, you should give yourself some credit." It was hard to convey an encouraging smile through the telephone. Fled could tell that Darcy was doing all he could to push the topic of conversation away from himself. Either because he felt there was nothing new with him (which he knew wasn't true), or that he simply wished not to discuss himself, which Fled could understand. He often didn't wish to talk about himself either, but for the sake of this conversion he continued on. At least he was comfortable talking to Darcy. "Oh, you know- we might end up going somewhere. I don't have piles of cash stored up somewhere, so if anything it'll be pretty modest; which is fine. We'll probably figure out something." He rubbed the back of his neck absently. "Yeah- actually," A breath of a chuckle escaped him. "If you can believe it. He's doing alright. I was really worried for a while...but luckily someone was able to help him out. We've actually talked once or twice and were able to keep it civil, so that's good."
Dannii:
Eyes still glazed over from yet another rough night, they watched the bathroom mirror unwavering and tired as he stood at the sink and brushed his teeth. A full 8 hours of sleep was usually too much to ask these days; instead he ended up surrendering much of it to laying awake and unable to do much otherwise. It was one of the more annoying side effects of nicotine patches, which he had turned to lately since apparently his willpower alone was far from enough.
He heard a tired voice call his name. Glancing up from the half-asleep trance he was already in, and glimpsing at himself in the mirror (and realizing he had put off shaving long enough), he ran the faucet and spit in the sink before answering with an equally gravelly voice that matched Danila's. "Yeah?" He stepped out of the bathroom and with still reddened eyes, found her in the kitchen. "What's up?
Flef: Sorry this took me so long. I'm having life problems again. |D Never fails, does it?
OKKK:
She looked down at the mention of both the names but cleverly concealed her disposition with a smile. "Of course I know them. Tuna and I aren't exactly on good grounds, probably my fault. And as for Lady Bones, well, I haven't seen her in a long while. How is she?"
She shook her head, "I guess just some people like it--
She watched the girl walk off and moved her head each way to see what she was doing/getting.
Her eyes sparkled at the look of the sleek and old-fashioned camera, "That's wonderful, I love this camera. And I'd love to meet him"
She nodded her head slowly and showed off a corny smile while making a small heart shape out of both of her hands. "That may be one of the ugliest pictures you'll ever take! I'd suggest you throw it away, maybe even burn it!" she exclaimed with a laugh.
She then walked over towards her bag and pulled out a small piece of crumpled paper. She unfolded it quickly and placed it in Desamn's hands.
It was a watercolor painting of a bear, realistic yet dreamy. It was merely the bears head with a orange background. "This is just a test thing- I like drawing nature and I make things like this alot. You can keep that if you want. Its nothing to special, I should've made you something better..."
Danila sipped at the tea, looking at Masque over the rim of the mug. She lowered her hand, choking slightly on the hot liquid that poured down her throat. Setting the mug - one she'd brought from her apartment, black with a white musical note on it - down on the counter, Danila rubbed an eye again, studying Masque briefly.
"You look rough," She commented, dismissing his question. "Not sleeping?" Her eyes, with their unsettling natural stare, were now studying a fading cut on her palm. She'd been thankful noone was around when that had happened; her blood had burned right through the handkerchief she'd used to try and stop it. At least she hadn't gotten any on the floor. Trying to explain to Tuna and Masque why there were now holes in the floor's surface would have been awkward. Danila coughed, trying to clear her throat, leaning on the counter. She looked up at Masque again. "Nice hair." A smile quirked at her lips.
A curious frown tugged at her mouth for a second and she looked up from her sandwich again. "Oh, you're not?" She lowered her eyes, not wishing to pry but still hopeful to know the reasons behind it. "Bones has been away somewhere for a long time, but she just came back. She's pretty good, I think."
The girl, as young and naive as she could be at times, was still able to sense things indiscernible to her age group, especially that of people she didn't know so well like Aegle. There was a strong sort of modesty and denial when it came to the woman's strengths; she didn't seem to want to admit to her talent. Desanm found herself wishing it was easier to change someone's mind.
She flicked on the camera's switch and waited for it to power up before pointing it at Aegle and clicking the shutter. "He's kinda shy, but he's really nice. And he's getting married soon, and he asked me to be the flower girl." She beamed with a smile. "Isn't that cool?" Declining the opportunity to ramble on about her dress and going to her first wedding and a myriad of other things, she pulled the poloroid out of the camera's slot and waved it lazily in the air for it to develop. "Pfft. Are you kidding?" She dismissed her statement incredulously. "No way, I'm keeping this one. You're really pretty, you know." She remarked while squinting at the photo as it started to appear fully as the woman left the room to grab something from her bag. The girl's eyes seemed to light up when she was offered the painting, her smile spanning from cheek to cheek. "Oh my god, you did this? It's so cool; are you sure you want me to have it?" She marveled, accepting it gratefully.
Dannii:
Lumbering stiffly over to the table adjacent to her, he took a seat and began cracking his fingers, wrists, shoulders, neck and back. "Mmhm." He acknowledged halfheartedly over the unpleasant snapping noises. The lack of rest wasn't as bothersome as what was in store for the rest of the day. He had begun to dread the weekends and much preferred going into work than spending hours having useless preaching drilled into his head. As much as he reminded himself it was worth, he was starting to question that too.
His chocolaty brown eyes flickered up at her while he propped his arm on the table, chin on his hand. "Thanks," The sardonic response was mumbled roughly, making no effort to smooth down his disheveled hair. "You're no basket of roses yourself, hon." He said dryly with the emergence of a grin, nodding to the palm of her hand she had been studying earlier which was marred by a healing cut. "Were you cooking again?"
A faint flush appeared on Danila's pale face as she perched herself on the counter, elbows resting on her knees. "No," She lied, only to stop, sigh, and correct herself. "Well, yeah." A shrug, as if to dismiss the fact that she was a klutz when it came to cooking. Danila looked to her nails as if they were highly interesting, frowning slightly. Had Davita been the one that had cut himself, he would have insisted that 'the knife started it' and that he'd 'snapped it in two, but twice, so in four'.
Fortunately, Danila wasn't insane. Not quite, anyway.
"What're you doing today anyway?" Piercing gold eyes studied Masque, briefly lingering on a strand of hair that was annoyingly out of place. Had she been less shy, Danila might have gone over and moved it. "I think it might rain," She looked to the ceiling as if in thought, tilting her head slightly, black strands of hair falling behind her shoulders. "...Every time I look at that mark it gets more obvious," Danila muttered, staring irritatedly at a dark smudge on the ceiling.
(Fled, Fayne, I fail. XD I'm going to be really busy over these next two weeks. I think! So I'm going to have LB leave for some party supplies so Tuna and De can hang out together. LB will return whever I can find the time, so at least you two can continue and not wait for me. XD <3 <3)
Bones reached over to touch De's cheek, and then let it fall. "Haha," she glanced over to T, knowing De was probably right, and she should dim down the swearing. "Well, if you can't handle it sweetheart, I'll make sure to hold my tongue. Otherwise you might never see me again." she winked at her, knowing how horribly easy it was to get a restraining order on someone, she didn't feel like playing with Oz's patience, if De felt inclined to tell him. She could dissappear in an instant, although it would break her heart.
"Alright kiddies, sounds like you've had enough of my mouth, I'm heading out to grab some sh--... STUFF, for the party." She looked at De who put her hands on her hips slowly, Bones jokingly sneered at her. "Soda, Monsters, movies, beer-- weed." She laughs. "I'll be back." The woman turns on her heels, her white hair like a short cape behind her. The sound of her boots sounded down the hallway and out the door. The sound of a motorcycle roared, and zipped down the street.
He had to admit, he was a bit surprised at how easily Fledermaus dismissed the awkwardness and abrupt nature of his call to humor him so willingly. Well ok, not that surprised…he was a saint, remember? Damn how did he ever end up being friends with this guy? The thought made him smile sheepishly at the other end of the line, though his brown knit shamefully soon after. Whatever melancholy thoughts attempted to surface however were quickly silenced as he forced himself to listen back in on what the man was saying. Good grief now he was asking questions and now even paying attention. He came in somewhere around ‘We’ll figure something out’ and hoped the rest had been largely unimportant. Clearing his throat a little. He focused, readjusting the phone against his ear. “Oh yeah? That’s great to hear. You sound rather pleased,” he responded cheerfully, then paused a moment to ponder over the sudden memory that popped into his head of his…recent excursions. “Heh, I… saw my brother recently, too. We are, still, decidedly uncivil, eheh. You don’t know how much family… well. It’s good everything is going well, there.”
Darcy paused for a moment, then laughed nervously, reaching up to stroke at the stubble on his chin. “I think I’m running out of things to ask, man…and I get the feeling you aren’t volunteering, are ya? I’d hate for this to turn into some kind of weird chick convo, but… it’s just good to hear your voice, ya know?”
[Couldn't help laughing at
Aegle: "You would? Really?"
"You would? Really?" The girl marveled, studying Aegle's movements around the kitchen. She was genuinely surprised how well accepted she had been since getting to know everyone, and how welcoming they had been. It was unusual, compared to the people she had gotten to know in a city not exactly revered for kind citizens which was painfully obvious out on the streets.
"Oh, he should be home soon. Don't worry," She said with a smile and a dismissive flip of the hand, "You can trust him. He's pretty much like family. Ooh, I'd like to see your art; I bet you're pretty good, especially if your stuff is in a gallery. I like painting, but I wouldn't call it art." She chuckled. "Maybe you can teach me something?"
CelticMystress & Fayne:
Putting on a dramatically aghast expression, Desanm glared up at Bones with narrowed eyes. "I'm totally telling Oz you swear like a sailor around me. If I start too, I'll get in trouble." Her grin gave her away, knowing that if her adoptive father had really wanted to steer her clear of vulgarities, then blacklisting Bones would have been the first step. Tuna probably would have been next. He probably knew it was nothing she hadn't heard before.
"What's she up to, anyway?" The girl wondered out loud as Bones took her leave to make a private call. She was sure it was some adult humor between them that she didn't pick up on, as the blonde woman seemed nothing short of amused by the subtle situation. Ask no questions, you hear no lies.
Once Bones had returned, blissfully ignorant to the girl's curiosities, she seemed ready to move on with the night. The debate over which movie was most suitable was one she had little input on, based on her limited exposure to movies in the past and especially those of the thriller genre. There had only been a few instances in which her "friends", who were essentially just train-hopping teenagers, would spend a night or two at some their friend's houses (or, more often, nearly vacant apartments in shadier parts of town) and let her hang out with them while they smoked weed and sometimes "crank" with the television playing movies all night and she sat there glued to it, regardless of what it was, preferring not to participate when offered.
[=#a2cd5a]"Whatever you think will get me scared. Even though I know nothing will."
Desanm smirked confidently, despite knowing in an hour she'd be huddled between them and peeking through her hands. "The dog? Probably being lazy somewhere."
faunet:
"Oh, it's alright, really. I don't need anything, I had coffee this morning. But thank you for the offer." His sincere but quiet speech just above audible, even in the empty theater. He sometimes tended to forget to speak louder for everyone else's sake.
The work on the piano resumed as he began inspecting it's contents again, but continued conversation for the sake of politeness. "So how long have you been dancing?"
Shiori:
"Mmhm, yeah." He responded jokingly, even knowing Darcy was probably completely serious. It really had been quite some time since they last talked, and so all presumptions about how he was couldn't really be solidified. He hoped, at the very least, there had been some improvement. The things he knew Darcy had gone through were horrible; things he wouldn't wish on anybody and especially not two of his closer friends. Hearing from him was a considerable step forward to assuring that he was doing better. Fledermaus was open to the idea of helping in any way possible if needed, even if it meant simply reestablishing a friendship.
"Yeah, it's been ages. Heh, I was getting really worried; glad to hear from you, though. I'm doing fine- great, actually. I guess you heard?" His question was posed with a bit of uncertainty, based entirely off of being unsure whether Darcy wished to discuss the matter. Embarrassingly, he realized how little he knew about what terms Darcy was on with Wyvern.
"But, you know, I'm really doing alright. How about yourself?"
FLEF: "Heck of course I mean
"Heck of course I mean it! I'd be honored to have you live with me.", she remarked turning around quick enough to flash a smile then returning to her searching. She found a small cup and walked over filling it with some tap water from the faucet. She found no reason to use purified water. Water was water in her mind, as most things were as they appeared to her. She walked of and placed the water in front of Desamn, grabbed a plate and threw the grilled sandwich on it. She placed it all before the girl and put her elbows on the counter across from her. "Oh, then you wouldn't mind me staying to say hello, right? I mean I wouldn't want to leave before he meets me." She shuffled awkwardly a moment as she hated being complimented. There was nothing to be complimented on this woman. Nothing at all in her mind. She sighed, "My art is nothing special. I have more than enough room for improvement. You paint? Well, that's the beautiful thing about art. Everyone sees your pieces different whether you like them or not." She actually smiled a moment at her remark. "I would rather you teach me some stuff!
She was enjoying her time with Desamn and was glad she stopped by. But she felt somewhat awkward, if Masque knew she was visiting his daughter he would be irate. She could only imagine the amount of bad talking she would get. But one side of her also wanted to make him angry.
Faunet noticed his tone and
The black cat was out of the
“Whoa, great huh? That’s a pretty big word, better leave some room for improvement there,” he joked again, leaning forward from his chair and resting an elbow on the desk.
“Yeah, I heard. Congratulations man. She’s lucky to have you, you’re a damn saint. When it is the…happy event?”
Marriage. It was a practice Darcy was never very fond of, but he understood the idea. Sort of. Maybe he even toyed with it, once… come to think of it he’d never even been to a wedding. Huh. As for Wyvern…he wasn’t entirely sure about his relationship with her, either. Their friendship had always seemed a tad…forced, after being together. Of course Darcy felt nothing of those former emotions now, but awkwardness remained - not so much because of their past, but because of his present. Bet she was glad to have avoided all of this. He reached for his drink.
“As for me, things seemed to have… leveled out, I suppose,” he responded vaguely before downing half his shot. Hey, leveling out was leveling out, don’t be a critic.
Aegle: The girl gladly
The girl gladly accepted the sandwich and took a bite after a grateful "Thanks!' sent her way. She suddenly realized how hungry she was, after forgoing lunch that day in favor of singing along to some CD's and experimenting more with her camera, taking photographs of nearly everything in sight. She found herself losing track of time easily this way.
"Oh sure- I like having my friends meet." She added thoughtfully while sipping the water. "Do you know Lady Bones? Or Tuna? You should meet them too. They're also my best friends."
Her eyebrows raised in an incredulous manner at Aegle's statement before countering it. "Are you kidding? I mean, if your stuff is in a gallery right? It's gotta be good. Especially if you gotta come all the way out here. Whenever I paint, it's just a bunch of colorful splatters. Watercolors are the most fun, I think. But I also really like taking photos-" She paused to scramble off of her chair at the counter and grab the camera sitting in the living room and brought it over. "My uncle gave me this- you should meet him too, he's nice- and he taught me how to use it because he's pretty good at taking pictures too. He said this camera is from the 60's, isn't that cool?" She grinned and held it up toward the woman. "Do you mind if I take your picture?"
faunet:
"Really?" He remarked lightly, tightening a peg and too focused to differentiate any change in her demeanor. "You're quite good at it. That's the age I started playing piano."
Shiori:
There were times he thought of himself as naively ignorant, like a child, almost, in the way he acted around people. Perhaps it was years of relentless negativity he put himself through and a massive dent in his self-worth that he had grown tired of and opted instead to lean toward the positive light. It was hard to tell much about how his friend was, and other than the slightly inebriated sound in his friend's voice, there wasn't much to go by.
"Soon- just a few weeks now; early April. I hope I'll see you there." He was briefly amazed at how quickly it had approached. "A saint?" He chuckled. "I wouldn't go that far. But I'll definitely agree with being lucky. Wouldn't really consider myself a catch, huh?" The humored tone of voice didn't quite reveal the sincerity in which he believed the statement. There were times he wondered what on earth Wyvern was doing with him, but always kept these concerns to himself knowing full well it was all related to his problematic lack of confidence. But he was working on it.
"Leveled out, hm?" That was good, wasn't it? "Well, I'm glad for you. I'm just happy to know you're alive; it's been so long. So, what's up on your end?" He posed the question, curious if there was any reason for calling other than just to catch up.
"Thank you hmm " she tilted
[ I would like to join... but
She will be loved,
Oh she will be loved.
“Hey, compared to me you’re a
“Er, and other…people. I mean, nothing phases you, is what I mean. It‘s a good quality,” he attempted to correct himself, rolling his eyes and rubbing firmly at his forehead as though scolding the brain within to think for clearly. He could hardly fault Fled for such thoughts, however, for he frequently felt he wasn’t good enough for just about anything, but then…he’d done enough bad in his life to warrant doubt, hadn’t he? What had Fled ever done? Sure he hadn’t had the smoothest life, what with his brother and all…but that wasn’t his fault.
Speaking of saintliness, of course the guy didn’t want to talk about his life and how brilliantly it was going when Darcy had given him the chance. Why were they back on the topic of him again? I’m happy to know you’re alive, he heard him say, and flinched. Had…there been doubts? Of course it could just be a figure of speech, but to Darcy the statement had heavier meanings, and he was feeling self-conscious again. His hand still flat-palmed across his face he felt at the new scars across his forehead and clenched his jaw, forgetting for a moment that his friend had stopped speaking as was now waiting for a response.
“Oh…um, not much…But hey, cut it out! So what, any honeymoon plans? Oh! What about your brother? I heard he was doing poorly the last time I was around…Do you guys talk?”
His avoidance was probably evident, but he didn’t care. He wanted to know about Fled’s life…he wanted to feel connected to someone, even if only a little, for a little while till the phone hung up. He sipped at his drink and waited, hoping it would be that easy.
( I don't mind if you don't
Mornings. She wasn't keen on mornings anymore. In the mansion, it had been easier; Thomas would call to wake her up, she'd go have a shower, make herself breakfast, then go to work. But things were different now. She'd been fired, she'd left her mansion to Davita, she lived with other people.
Davita. A groan. Danila forced herself to sit up, throwing the covers back and rubbing her eyes. Her black hair was a mess; she brushed it roughly with her fingers. Davita. I can't believe I left Tentacle Fawn-- She corrected herself. --Quintin with that psychopath. He's probably starving. Or... Pulling her thoughts away from the other, worse option, the alien rose from the bed, stretching her limbs. She pulled on new clothes; a red shirt with long, wide-cuffed sleeves, black skinny jeans with black leather boots. Danila had given up a little on her more androgynous style of clothing.
Walking out of her room and into the kitchen, she started pouring herself tea. Her voice was hoarse as she called out 'Masque?' tentatively, piercing gold eyes searching for the blonde man. "Masque, are you up?" Or in? What about Tuna? Her head felt fuzzy. Danila whined, rubbing her eyes again. She inhaled, and her chest hurt. Owfuck.
((Yikes, sorry Fayne and
(Sorry I've been a slacker,
And Tolvia, that's fine with me.)
faunet:
"Oh...uhm..." His modesty clouded nearly every viable answer that came to mind. Truth be told, he could probably play most anything set in front of him- laden with imperfections on the first few tries, of course, but usually nothing the untrained ear could pick up. "Well, I like Baroque pieces the most; ehm... Vivaldi, Corelli, Handel." He said lightly and wondering, as a dancer, if she had any idea what he was talking about.
Shiori:
The man lowered his eyebrows curiously as Darcy spoke over himself, seemingly correcting what he had said. As if- even if he did manage to find fault in what Darcy said- that he would have mentioned it. Then again, non-confrontation had never exactly served him well before.
"Heh- I know what you mean." He offered sheepishly, hearing the tonality on the other end of mild frustration. "But really, you should give yourself some credit." It was hard to convey an encouraging smile through the telephone. Fled could tell that Darcy was doing all he could to push the topic of conversation away from himself. Either because he felt there was nothing new with him (which he knew wasn't true), or that he simply wished not to discuss himself, which Fled could understand. He often didn't wish to talk about himself either, but for the sake of this conversion he continued on. At least he was comfortable talking to Darcy.
"Oh, you know- we might end up going somewhere. I don't have piles of cash stored up somewhere, so if anything it'll be pretty modest; which is fine. We'll probably figure out something." He rubbed the back of his neck absently. "Yeah- actually," A breath of a chuckle escaped him. "If you can believe it. He's doing alright. I was really worried for a while...but luckily someone was able to help him out. We've actually talked once or twice and were able to keep it civil, so that's good."
Dannii:
Eyes still glazed over from yet another rough night, they watched the bathroom mirror unwavering and tired as he stood at the sink and brushed his teeth. A full 8 hours of sleep was usually too much to ask these days; instead he ended up surrendering much of it to laying awake and unable to do much otherwise. It was one of the more annoying side effects of nicotine patches, which he had turned to lately since apparently his willpower alone was far from enough.
He heard a tired voice call his name. Glancing up from the half-asleep trance he was already in, and glimpsing at himself in the mirror (and realizing he had put off shaving long enough), he ran the faucet and spit in the sink before answering with an equally gravelly voice that matched Danila's.
"Yeah?" He stepped out of the bathroom and with still reddened eyes, found her in the kitchen. "What's up?
"Corelli"she said out of
Flef: Sorry this took me so
Sorry this took me so long. I'm having life problems again. |D Never fails, does it?
OKKK:
She looked down at the mention of both the names but cleverly concealed her disposition with a smile. "Of course I know them. Tuna and I aren't exactly on good grounds, probably my fault. And as for Lady Bones, well, I haven't seen her in a long while. How is she?"
She shook her head, "I guess just some people like it--
She watched the girl walk off and moved her head each way to see what she was doing/getting.
Her eyes sparkled at the look of the sleek and old-fashioned camera, "That's wonderful, I love this camera. And I'd love to meet him"
She nodded her head slowly and showed off a corny smile while making a small heart shape out of both of her hands.
"That may be one of the ugliest pictures you'll ever take! I'd suggest you throw it away, maybe even burn it!" she exclaimed with a laugh.
She then walked over towards her bag and pulled out a small piece of crumpled paper. She unfolded it quickly and placed it in Desamn's hands.
It was a watercolor painting of a bear, realistic yet dreamy. It was merely the bears head with a orange background.
"This is just a test thing- I like drawing nature and I make things like this alot. You can keep that if you want. Its nothing to special, I should've made you something better..."
Danila sipped at the tea,
"You look rough," She commented, dismissing his question. "Not sleeping?" Her eyes, with their unsettling natural stare, were now studying a fading cut on her palm. She'd been thankful noone was around when that had happened; her blood had burned right through the handkerchief she'd used to try and stop it. At least she hadn't gotten any on the floor. Trying to explain to Tuna and Masque why there were now holes in the floor's surface would have been awkward. Danila coughed, trying to clear her throat, leaning on the counter. She looked up at Masque again. "Nice hair." A smile quirked at her lips.
Aegle: (8C -hugs-) A curious
A curious frown tugged at her mouth for a second and she looked up from her sandwich again. "Oh, you're not?" She lowered her eyes, not wishing to pry but still hopeful to know the reasons behind it. "Bones has been away somewhere for a long time, but she just came back. She's pretty good, I think."
The girl, as young and naive as she could be at times, was still able to sense things indiscernible to her age group, especially that of people she didn't know so well like Aegle. There was a strong sort of modesty and denial when it came to the woman's strengths; she didn't seem to want to admit to her talent. Desanm found herself wishing it was easier to change someone's mind.
She flicked on the camera's switch and waited for it to power up before pointing it at Aegle and clicking the shutter. "He's kinda shy, but he's really nice. And he's getting married soon, and he asked me to be the flower girl." She beamed with a smile. "Isn't that cool?" Declining the opportunity to ramble on about her dress and going to her first wedding and a myriad of other things, she pulled the poloroid out of the camera's slot and waved it lazily in the air for it to develop.
"Pfft. Are you kidding?" She dismissed her statement incredulously. "No way, I'm keeping this one. You're really pretty, you know." She remarked while squinting at the photo as it started to appear fully as the woman left the room to grab something from her bag. The girl's eyes seemed to light up when she was offered the painting, her smile spanning from cheek to cheek. "Oh my god, you did this? It's so cool; are you sure you want me to have it?" She marveled, accepting it gratefully.
Dannii:
Lumbering stiffly over to the table adjacent to her, he took a seat and began cracking his fingers, wrists, shoulders, neck and back. "Mmhm." He acknowledged halfheartedly over the unpleasant snapping noises. The lack of rest wasn't as bothersome as what was in store for the rest of the day. He had begun to dread the weekends and much preferred going into work than spending hours having useless preaching drilled into his head. As much as he reminded himself it was worth, he was starting to question that too.
His chocolaty brown eyes flickered up at her while he propped his arm on the table, chin on his hand. "Thanks," The sardonic response was mumbled roughly, making no effort to smooth down his disheveled hair. "You're no basket of roses yourself, hon." He said dryly with the emergence of a grin, nodding to the palm of her hand she had been studying earlier which was marred by a healing cut. "Were you cooking again?"
A faint flush appeared on
Fortunately, Danila wasn't insane. Not quite, anyway.
"What're you doing today anyway?" Piercing gold eyes studied Masque, briefly lingering on a strand of hair that was annoyingly out of place. Had she been less shy, Danila might have gone over and moved it. "I think it might rain," She looked to the ceiling as if in thought, tilting her head slightly, black strands of hair falling behind her shoulders. "...Every time I look at that mark it gets more obvious," Danila muttered, staring irritatedly at a dark smudge on the ceiling.
(Fled, Fayne, I fail. XD I'm
Bones reached over to touch De's cheek, and then let it fall. "Haha," she glanced over to T, knowing De was probably right, and she should dim down the swearing. "Well, if you can't handle it sweetheart, I'll make sure to hold my tongue. Otherwise you might never see me again." she winked at her, knowing how horribly easy it was to get a restraining order on someone, she didn't feel like playing with Oz's patience, if De felt inclined to tell him. She could dissappear in an instant, although it would break her heart.
"Alright kiddies, sounds like you've had enough of my mouth, I'm heading out to grab some sh--... STUFF, for the party." She looked at De who put her hands on her hips slowly, Bones jokingly sneered at her. "Soda, Monsters, movies, beer-- weed." She laughs. "I'll be back." The woman turns on her heels, her white hair like a short cape behind her. The sound of her boots sounded down the hallway and out the door. The sound of a motorcycle roared, and zipped down the street.
He had to admit, he was a bit
“Oh yeah? That’s great to hear. You sound rather pleased,” he responded cheerfully, then paused a moment to ponder over the sudden memory that popped into his head of his…recent excursions.
“Heh, I… saw my brother recently, too. We are, still, decidedly uncivil, eheh. You don’t know how much family… well. It’s good everything is going well, there.”
Darcy paused for a moment, then laughed nervously, reaching up to stroke at the stubble on his chin.
“I think I’m running out of things to ask, man…and I get the feeling you aren’t volunteering, are ya? I’d hate for this to turn into some kind of weird chick convo, but… it’s just good to hear your voice, ya know?”