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Post by Azura on Sept 13, 2012 21:19:42 GMT -6
Softly she nibbled her lower lip, not so much due to her nervousness, which had yet to fully surface...but more out of anxiousness toward what he might say or, do for that matter. Yet, what he did say, well that threw her a bit, not sure what to make of it, and furrowing her brow a bit as she tilted her head slightly. "Not...sure what you have to thank me for.."
Though, despite her confusion, she could not deny that it brightened her entire mood to see him at least try and force a smile onto his lips. So what if it wasn't a great big old, happy smile? The point was he tried and that meant something to her, more than he probably would ever realize that it did. Yet then he turned to walk inside, and once more she would find her brow furrowing, confused on what to do...not just because she was drunk, but because she wasn't exactly good with these types of things even when stone cold sober.
Still, he left the door askew, and the bravery brought on by the alcohol would have her moving to slowly nudge her way inside, lightly pushing the door closed behind her with her foot, and then hugging the wall as she somewhat timidly followed after him. "T..This is a ...umm...really nice house..." Clearly not what she was thinking about, but what she felt was the appropriate thing to say.
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Post by Cael Seran on Sept 13, 2012 23:03:45 GMT -6
Sure, a nice house. Cael didn't really listen much beside that point having carried himself in down the main hall that was dimly lit at this point by chandeliers on their dimmest settings and a number of hall lights instigated to keep this entryway alight and at the pinnacle of attention. As for him, the boy's mother, sister, and father were out discussing somethings about Alexis' current tour about to begin soon and admittedly Cael didn't really want to go with them. He was too attatched, which was a damned pain.
Pulling around the corner at the end of the main hall Cael would move to droop in the long couch positioned in front of a large television and a table. Atop the table their were many quantities of alcohol ranging from scotch, to rum, and a little bit of vodka remaining all oddly preportioned as though they had been pulled out of their original resting place before being shuffled round in an odd mannor to stand at the ready of a poorly conducted teen.
Dashing hues would shift towards the entry initially quick enough to retreat and find their way to a chisled glass with two icecubes within. A fizzing clink would be heard as Cael popped the top of a whiskey bottle pouring himself a glass at the ready to be consumed frivolously.
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Post by Azura on Sept 13, 2012 23:12:05 GMT -6
Azura fell silent when her first comment went ignored, or so she thought. Instead, she would just choose to follow after him for awhile, making sure to keep a bit back as she did so. At least she was smart enough, even in her rather drunken state, to know that she was invading on his personal space, and she really didn't want him to hate her for it. As he rounded the corner, her hands would come up to start brushing through her hair and fidgeting with her clothes, trying to make herself look a little more presentable. Then, once she had, she would round the corner herself, and allow her hazel eyes to fall upon him as he lounged upon the couch.
It didn't take her long to figure out that he was drinking, her eyes moving to the table which held quite a bit of alcohol and then to the glass he held along with the bottle he was now opening. Though, to be honest, she didn't really think much of it, other than the fact that he didn't seem all that happy at the moment. "Drinking for fun? Or drinking for escape?" Yeah, that was a bit forward, as far as questioning went, but she wasn't being judgmental in her words...no, she was simply being her curious little self.
Moving to take a seat on the couch, not wanting to get so close that she was trespassing on his personal bubble or anything, but at the same time not wanting to sit so far that she was failing in showing her genuine interest in him.
Gah! Why did boys have to be so complicated!?
Slowly, she would inch herself just a tad bit closer, literally gauging out the distance in her mind, her fingers softly fidgeting in her lap as she struggled not to fall back...the urge to do so rather high, seeing as how the couch was rather comfy and she was still very much drunk. "Do you not like me?" Looking at him with bright hazel eyes, her head tilting slightly, and uncertainty in her gaze. She genuinely wanted to know, and though she normally would never have asked such a thing....well tonight she was all about doing things she wouldn't normally do.
Clearly...
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Post by Cael Seran on Sept 18, 2012 21:22:14 GMT -6
Cael didn't much respond to her first question, feeling as though it in itself was a response given. There was no right answer to this, nobody drank alone and those who did were doing it to kill the memories and even the pain to an extent. Cael didn't very much believe that he could kill them off only that he could rely on the distraction that the booze provided him to clean his act up and move on. Such a cowardly attempt by him regardless the brave face he would try to extend.
Hands clutching the bottle once more choosing to not even pour a glass but instead drink straight from the bottle. Then came her second question forcing him to choke on the Jameson spilling a bit over his lips and chest. Angry in the hues, pestered in the brows, and simply shocked everywhere else.
"Why is it of concern!"
His voice hostile and aggitated. Cael didn't want to answer such menial questions in a time when he was grieving, cold and torn apart. He wasn't in the right mindset to find attraction nor love to any venture. He was damaged goods.
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Post by Azura on Sept 18, 2012 21:34:51 GMT -6
Azura would take her seat on the couch and allow her hands to fidget slightly with her clothing. She wasn't sure at this point if it was out of nervous habit or if it was just something that she did out of habit period. Whatever the case, her mind would ponder on this for a moment before being caught up on her question which she posed to him.
Though no sooner had she asked something that she thought was fairly harmless, did he seem to choke on his drink and then bark at her in that rather irritated and somewhat pissed off tone. Not that it was really something she wasn't expecting...but just one of those things that you knew was likely to happen...but when it did, it startled you just the same.
Yet...here was where the alcohol played a major part in her reaction at the moment. Had she been sober, the reaction would have been clear...she would have jumped back, squeaked a bit in surprise...probably blushed...maybe even teared up a bit and definitely would have apologized.
But...she was sooooo not sober. She wasn't even close to sober. She couldn't even fake being close to sober.
So, when he came at her with that tone, instead of backing up and becoming the timid little mouse that she always seemed to be....those hazel eyes would flare to life as they narrowed upon him, and within a split second...her hand would have shot out, slapping the glass or bottle from his hand...not really sure which it was, since she hadn't been paying attention....and she would be on her feet in front of him. "Because it matters to me! And regardless what you think Cael Seran, you are not the end all be all of existence!"
A little hiccup given as she would stumble back, catching her balance, if just barely, as the back of her knees touched upon the coffee table....one foot sliding out to better balance herself. "If you don't want to tell me...then fine! But just because you are sitting around feeling sorry for yourself, doesn't mean you have to make me feel like shit too!" Oh! She just wanted to kick him!
But...yeah...she would likely kick him through a wall or something..which would NOT be the thing to do when dealing with the first real crush you have ever had. Even she knew that, in her weak understanding of social behavior.
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Post by Cael Seran on Sept 25, 2012 19:32:34 GMT -6
A spiteful exhale as Cael let her have his glass, there were plenty more where that came from in fact the boy turned about to snatch up a full bottle of scotch before keeping his back to her stumbling or otherwise to lean against a pedistal. His elbows hitching over the edge holding him balanced as he tucked back the drink into a warm embrace. The only real warmth he'd felt really to be honest. It was a cold world after all with so very few warm moments.
"Then leave.. I have no room for weakness."
With that Cael simply tucked his head back curdling the disgusting drink back clear without a chaser, without anything for that matter. His eyes would water but the taste faded and disappeared without another call his breath ached, his throat burned. There was no weakness in him other than the pain in his heart.
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Post by Azura on Sept 25, 2012 19:54:34 GMT -6
She would narrow her eyes on him and watch him as he moved away, taking his drink and telling her to leave. A little growl given and her arms folding over her chest. Weak? He was one to talk? Though she knew better than to say that. She wasn't weak, and if he thought her emotions made her so, then that was his own damn fault....yet she still didn't make a move to leave.
No, instead she would step toward him and look up at him with those hazel eyes so full of both anger and uncertainty. She wasn't sure what the hell she was doing, but she was damn sure doing it....whatever it was. "I am not weak, but I seriously doubt that I can convince you of that..Since clearly you know everything." The words hissed softly as she would shake her head, turning around to set the glass she had stolen from him aside, and then sharply turning back on him.
One hand coming forth, she would press it firmly against his chest...shoving him back against whatever he was standing against and pinning him there without much effort what so ever. "If I was weak, I damn sure wouldn't be here telling you just how damn much I want to be with you..." She growled softly as she leaned in, her face not far from his own now. "You know, you spend all your time chasing those girls that don't give a fuck about you...meanwhile here I am, the only one stupid enough to genuinely like you..."
A little scoff as she would roll her eyes and stumble back away from him, her hand leaving his chest as she did so. What did any of this matter? He was stubborn and entirely too full of himself. Nothing she said was going to make a bit of difference here, at least not now. "Fine. You want me to leave...I will leave because you are too damn pig headed to listen to anything I say....But just remember, whenever you are done being a jackass...I will be here." Shaking her head as she turned to try and find her way out...not really all that sure which direction it was...but sure she could figure it out easily enough.
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Post by Cael Seran on Sept 25, 2012 23:33:36 GMT -6
It'd be a wall he was pinned against and yes he was caught slightly off guard his hand spasming momentarily to gather his grip along the corners of the glass handle that he held managing only just to maintain such a grasp about it. Cael couldn't help but manage forth a smirk. Her confession would fall upon deaf and even stubborn ears as a grin creeped from ear to ear knowing full well the response, the cold, and pathetic even response that was formulating behind emerald hues. Destroyed from years of corruption. The Seran lineage he had to live up to and yet fell so very short of the pathetic blood that rolled through his veins and made him sick. All of it poisioned at the well.
"That's exactly what makes you weak."
A scoff of indignation and pride ridden between the soft breaths he tried to manage with her rough grip keeping him stationary. When she left him he fell, weak in his own right, too drunk to stand on his own feet he barrelled forward on all fours laughing like a mad-man over it all. A sick look in his eyes like an animal, wasted off the pain he'd buried beneath the skin the guilt.
"Go on and run."
AHHAHAH AHHAH HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHA
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Post by Azura on Sept 25, 2012 23:40:34 GMT -6
Azura had made it to the hallway when those final words, broken up through his laughter, came chasing after her and stopped her dead in her tracks. Hazel eyes flaring to life, she would growl and spin around. A split second later, she was upon him, a single hand reaching down and gripping his shirt in order to lift him up and toss him easily enough across the room. "Weak huh?!"
She gave him about a half second to land and then, just like that, she was atop of him, her hands shoving him into the floor, as her legs parted, straddling his hips and pinning him down beneath her. "Do I need to remind you who the hell it was that kicked your ass already?" A little growl in her tone, a little bite to her words. Not her usual behavior, but then drinking had a very strange affect on Azura apparently.
Next thing she would know, not even sure where it had come from herself, she would press her lips against his own...once more kissing him as deeply and passionately as she had on the front step of his house only minutes ago. She didn't know what the hell his problem was, but she damn sure wasn't about to let him get away with treating her like that.
He thought her weak? Well...she would just have to prove him wrong.
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