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Post by Dallas Ariana Petrov on May 28, 2015 1:11:31 GMT
despite everything
I'm still human
It’d been 48 hours since she’d last seen her brother…She knew because she’d been awake for every single one of them. He never left for more than a day without a note or phone call, not without some indication as to how long he’d be gone. It was a code they lived by and had for as long as she could remember – keep each other close. They knew the harsh realities of the world and also knew that they could not face them alone. Not for long, at least.
And if they did, well, her current state would be the outcome. A normally well composed and immaculate woman that was falling by the wayside, the careful seams that was her perfect life slowly unraveling. She’d not even bothered to throw on a dress this day, not bothered to make her daily appearance in the strip club. She looked the part of downright awful, but then again 48 hours of pacing her mansion halls could do that to even the most composed person. Feeling his pain and hopelessness, but not knowing where or why, was enough to drive her over the edge.
Perhaps the worst part was quickly facing the one downside to her cursed brain, a sort of sinking hopelessness at the realization that nobody cared; about her, her brother, or the emotions that had consequently been drawn up to the surface. The one human that did care for her had been ripped away with so little as a goodbye note, but then again she probably deserved it and so much more. The things that she’d done could not be made up for. Those that she had crossed wouldn’t have given air in a jug to help her. Why would they? She was a bitch. She’d long since accepted that fact… although she’d never considered the fact that one day she might end up alone for it.
She was not a woman that had any issues in the way of sleep or appetite usually, but she was exhausted, truly and utterly. She felt as though her mind had gotten up and waltzed out of her house along with her other half. What was she even to do without him? She’d been by her brother’s side her entire life and her separation felt…unnatural.
There came a point where the woman could no longer handle the stress that was being completely alone, where pacing the halls could no longer suit her growing uncharacteristic anxiety. She needed help, although was not able to flee to the police, not with the trail of offences that threatened to uncover themselves at any given opportunity. In Tyler’s absence she would revert back to the single remaining being that might have actually gave a damn, and if not for her than at least for her brother.
She had tossed her hair up into a messy bun and thrown on a tank top and shorts, looking positively normal as she rose from her car with clumsy and alcohol influenced movements. She set her dark eyes on the building and bit her lip firmly. The last time she’d seen the man they’d not exactly been on the best of terms but then again were they ever really? All she knew was that he was the only one, besides her brother, that was left on her mind.
Her brothers voice rang through skull repeatedly as she entered the building, the last words he spoke to her before he left on an endless and haunting loop; ‘I’ll be back soon’. The woman drug a hand through her hair in frustration and stalked through the club towards the man’s office. She knew the path by heart by this point but as of late it was nearly foreign to her.
She hesitated outside of his door, laying a palm against the heavy wood surface and looking to the floor briefly before entering and pressing back against the wall. She didn’t care what or who he was doing, at least not at the moment, surely the life of her brother was more important than whatever fuckbuddy he replaced her with. “Ty’s missing.” She announced, scent of wine heavy on her breath and her voice cracking with emotion, something that startled her. Blood shot eyes flicked up briefly before she slumped into a nearby chair.
She was vulnerable and alone. Going to anyone for help or begging was not in her nature in the slightest but what was she to do? She’d screwed herself over more times than she could count and was out of options. “Y-you know I wouldn’t have come if you weren’t my last resort, Asher... I’m sorry… I don’t know what I’m doing here.” Dallas rested her elbows on her thighs and lifted her gaze in attempt to find the males, her own irises glittering. For once her dark intentions had fled from her mind – she didn’t have the stamina to bother. “I can feel it. I know he’s hurting somewhere and I can’t do shit about it. I guess I just figured you might actually give a damn, about him at least.” She pushed a lock of hair from her face. “Please Ash.. You’re all I have… and as pitiful as that sounds... it’s true.” She swallowed hard against the emotions that threatened to rise and dropped her gaze to the floor. But then again, why would anyone care about a woman who only caused pain?
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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2015 19:26:07 GMT
❝ h u m a n ❞ He didn't want to have anything to do with Dallas, not after he had found out what she had done to his little sister. It had been so long since he had seen his only sibling, and he had always thought that perhaps the girl had had a better life than he, but it turned out to be the very opposite. A glass of liquor was brought to his lips as he reminisced quietly as he rested on his knees, his icy gaze watching a lone feminine body in his bed.
People dealt with their problems in different ways, and this was how he dealt with his own demons. He had felt something was so wrong that day, only to rush to the nightclub to find the bruised mess that was his sister. Standing there, watching his precious sister struggle to breathe from her pains, he had wanted to kill Dallas. Honestly, he still wanted to. In fact, he would have if it had not been for Tyler standing in his way. It was at that moment that he decided that he was absolutely done with the Petrov family, he wanted nothing more to do with them.
Asher couldn't protect his sister, he hadn't done so years prior and he knew he wouldn't be capable of doing it now. All he had done was take her to the hospital, and when asked what happened all he could do was lie through his teeth and say that they had been robbed on the walk home. His sister was unconscious, lying in some sort of coma they had said. It hurt him more than anything or anyone else in the world could do unto him, it hurt more than any physical pain.
His attention came crashing back onto the present when he felt tender fingers wrapping around his wrist, prompting him to toss the glass towards the wall, the satisfying sound of glass breaking against a solid surface echoing across the room. "What do you want from me?" He growled quietly as he lowered himself over the golden haired woman that now lay beneath him. "I want you to make love to me, what else?" Had came the woman's reply with a confident laugh. "And if I didn't?" Came his reply as he trailed his fingers along the woman's bare arms.
The woman's eager movements beneath him didn't excite him as they normally would have, instead they did nothing but fuel his frustration. As the woman reached up to press her lips against his own, he pulled his hand back and slapped the side of her face with sudden anger. The woman cried out and pushed him away to which he did nothing but frown, his gaze glaring back at the unnamed woman. "Get out." Asher muttered as he buckled the leather belt of his denim jeans.
It seemed as though the woman couldn't believe his words, her face turning into one of confusion. "What? But you brought me here!" She cried out, only to have the dark haired man slam a balled fist down onto the bed. "I fucking said get out. Get the hell out." His icy gaze seemed to get even colder and the woman knew that he was serious. She didn't even waste time putting her clothes back on, instead she gathered the fabric up into a ball, her eyes in tears, as she pushed passed the frame of the woman that had come into the man's house, unwelcomed.
There was a hundred things that was pissing the man off right now and his sister was only one of his worries. He was still angry as he got up from the bed and left his bedroom, heading down the hall towards the living room. It was then that he realized that he didn't have the pleasure of being alone. "What the fuck do you want?" He growled, keeping his distance from the woman, his hands balled up into fists, his frame rigid with tension. He wanted nothing to do with this woman. He missed laying with her, touching her, but none of that was worth the trouble once he had gained knowledge of what she had been doing to his sister.
A corner of his mouth twitched at her words. Tyler missing? Perhaps he had come to his senses to know just how insane his sister happened to be. "And? What the fuck do you want me to do about it? I'm not doing shit for you." Not anymore. He thought as he folded his arms across his chest, slightly leaning against the wall of the hallway, his gaze flaring with cold anger and frustration.
Hearing how she felt her brother's pain, the man gained a look of disgust. "Oh you feel his pain? Do you expect me to do anything for you after what you've done to my sister? Do you think me helping you is justified? What the fuck Dallas..just what the fuck. Any ounce of respect I had for you, any pint of care, it's gone now. For all I fucking know, you just want to play mind games. But, I'm not in the mood Dallas. I'm seriously not in the fucking mood." He wanted to tell her to get out, like he had done the harlot before her, but couldn't find the words.
He angrily brought his fist into the wall, denting it slightly. It didn't help to ease his anger, but a bottle of vodka might aid him if only slightly. He didn't bother to grab a glass, instead he popped the cork of the glass bottle and turned it up to his lips. "I'm not doing shit for you." He stated in between anxious gulps, he wanted nothing to do with her.
No, he didn't even want her no matter how much she begged or pleaded, he just didn't. That minuscule fire in his heart that he had had for the woman had suddenly burned out, with not even a spark left in its wake. ❝ monsters among men ❞ |
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Post by Dallas Ariana Petrov on Jun 7, 2015 7:44:01 GMT
despite everything
I'm still human
Excuses? She was the queen of excuses. She could come up with one million and one ways to get herself out of trouble. They were about as second nature to her as sleeping or breathing, and paired with a small capacity for guilt meant she had no problems with dishing them out, either. But as she set eyes on Ashers' handsome features, on that familiar icy gaze that normally sent chills down her spine, she realized she didn’t have an excuse. She could not conjure up a single one that would justify the pain now written all over this man’s face. His presence alone was enough to silence her corrupted mind.
With furrowed eyebrows she let her eyes slide to the ground. He was cute when he was pissed but even so, this was a whole new level of him. She would have been intrigued, if not for the fact that it was her skull his gaze was boring into. Not even lust lingered behind his steely glare and that was what startled her the most; he couldn’t even acknowledge her with the most basic primal need….Dallas quickly realized she’d screwed up this time, in more ways than one.
She normally cherished the moment in which hatred came to someone’s eye, the moment in which she knew she’d cracked them down the middle. She’d won, killed two birds with one stone so to speak and now she should have felt the urge to gloat so… why didn’t she? That’s what she wanted all along right, for him to hate her? Dark irises studied the floor silently, yearning to get a grip on whatever it was that stirred inside of her. Now that he actually seemed to hate her, now that she didn’t have anyone by her side, it didn’t feel all that great anymore.
Humans were social creatures. Even the most introverted of them all occasionally needed companionship and even under her strange circumstance she was no different, especially so when it came to her brother. Being alone was never something she had to face, not for extended periods of time at least, and in that case she was usually able to find a sorry sack of shit to take up the time. However this was different. He was not just some worthless pawn in her game of life and she could tell from the slowly growing tension in her chest. “I.. don’t have any excuses… but I’m not here to mess with you..”
In combination with his harsh words and aggression the woman flinched, rocking backwards as his fist collided with the wall. She studied the place of impact steadily for several seconds before returning her gaze to him. Seconds later she stood, taking tentative steps towards the man across the room. “You.. have every right to hate me, Asher, but I’m not asking you to help me…for me… I’m asking you to do this for him.” There was no fear in her eyes, only confusion and some odd sense of regret. She didn’t know what to make of this newfound vulnerability, the lump in her throat or the sudden need for this man’s warmth.
“Please don’t blame Ty for protecting me, that’s just what he does.” She pleaded, watching Asher intently for any more signs of anger but at the same time, approaching anyways. Even without her brother to fight her battles she was not concerned for her life. She had all ideas that this man wanted to end her, but regardless she would not be afraid. “He’s my brother, that’s his job. If you need to blame anyone, blame the one who did it.” Gesturing to herself the woman paused, planting her feet not far from where the man stood and pursing her lips. She was fully accepting of what she’d done and willing to take whatever consequence he deemed necessary.
She rose a hand to rub her temple briefly, glancing at the ground again and heaving a heavy sigh. “Look. Apologies are empty words and you wouldn’t believe a thing I say anyways so why bother? All I can tell you is how I feel and that’s like shit…and you know what? It fucking sucks. But feeling something is a hell of a lot better than nothing at all, which was exactly what I felt before meeting you.” Now she studied him again, dark irises struggling to hold his own. “You want your revenge? Fine, take it out on me, but don’t just stand there drowning your sorrows. You’re not going to find answers at the bottom of that bottle. Do something.” She was too tired to think anymore, too distraught and too confused. The painful feelings that had settled in her chest were overwhelming, so much in fact a tear soon slid down her cheek, even despite the determination that lined her features.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2015 2:38:00 GMT
❝ h u m a n ❞ He didn't want to hear anything she had to say. Not a god damn single thing. The bitch was selfish and didn't give a shit about anyone, only herself and apparently her excuse for a brother. And here she came begging him for support, any type of help. His jaw clenched at the woman's lengthy speech, but he remained silent, his eyes like daggers as they glared at the woman.
Asher desperately wanted to throw the glass bottle at her, to make her hurt, to make her bleed. To make her suffer as she had done so many times to his sister, and ultimately to him. But he couldn't, or rather he wouldn't. Instead he continued to nurse the bottle of vodka, but soon enough he found himself laughing. Laughing as though he had heard the funniest joke in the world. "That's how you feel? Dallas, have you never once thought how I felt? Sure, I've fucked the hell out of a lot of women, but I still have feelings god fucking damn it!" He cried out, his jaw rigid as he felt himself grow even more angry.
Heavy breaths came from his nostrils as he failed at calming himself, instead returning to nurse the bottle of vodka spiritually. "Protecting you was Tyler's job wasn't it? Well fuck, I'm a pathetic excuse of a brother then, my sister is wilting away in a hospital bed because I didn't protect her from you. All I did was focus on getting you in my bed and fucking you without a care in the fucking word until sun up. Oh what a wonderful fucking brother I've been." He clenched his free hand into a fist, looking as though he wanting to hit something, perhaps Dallas, but he seemed to change his mind as he set the glass bottle back down on the counter.
Take out his revenge on her? Something went through his mind at his moment and he stepped forward until he was mere inches away from the dark haired woman. He pulled his hand and lashed forward as though he were to slap her, but he stopped himself an inch from the woman's face. "I want to love you, Dallas. I do. Out of all the whores, sluts and bitches in the world, I really do. But I can't trust you as far as I can throw you, nor would I want to trust you in the first place. You break down the only living flesh and blood I have, and expect me to save the ass of your own brother? I should say I'm proud of you for having such a dark heart, but even I cannot say I'm impressed by this. This is a low blow, Dallas, even for the likes of you." He dropped his hand and kept his icy gaze on the woman's own dampened gaze, there was no lust in his eyes, only the rawest and purest of hatreds.
What did she really expect him to do? Put on his shining armor and march out to god knows where and lend a helping hand to Tyler? He snorted at the thought, Like hell. Instead he ran a hand through his short jet black hair, musing quietly to himself as he treaded back towards the vodka, his lifeline. "You crying isn't going to break me, Dallas. I'm not sorry. Nor do I pity you." He spoke simply as he shook the bottle gently, watching the contents swirl around quietly. The bottle was almost half full, had he really drank that much in such a small span of time? With an exaggerated sigh, a small plume of smoke came past his lips. It was only when he was at the highest level of being pissed the fuck off that he blew smoke from his lips, an attribute he typically left to his hybrid counterpart.
His chest being bare from being shirtless, it was all the more apparent just how tense the man was. In fact, if their had been enough light to illuminate his facial features, one would see just how much the state of his sister had stressed the man so, to the point of sleepless nights and abusing the women he brought into his bed at night as some form of escape from the hardships of life. "I'll look for him. But I'm not doing it for you, I'm doing it so you'll leave me and Sienna the hell alone." He growled quietly wanting to make it plainly clear that if Dallas was playing a mind game, that she had not reigned victorious, nor would she ever. "Once I drag him back, I don't want to see nor hear of you again." His heart clenched slightly at his announcement, what the hell was that? Was it feeling of guilt, regret even?
Like hell it was. He snorted at his own thoughts instead turning his back to the woman, settling for returning to nurse the bottle of vodka again. Maybe if he was lucky, he'd become drunk enough to run out into the path of a speeding car later in the day. ❝ no water for the beggars ❞ |
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Post by Dallas Ariana Petrov on Jun 8, 2015 21:35:31 GMT
tried to escape but keep sinking
She could relate to him more than she could possibly imagine, at least to the pain he felt in terms of his lost sibling. They were in the same boat with the same priorities – to care only for themselves and the one thing they held dear…. Only, she was the one that had caused his pain. She couldn’t hold the furious man’s gaze and found herself watching the contours of his shirtless form, instead. “You know what? No, I never considered your feelings. I’m a selfish bitch. That’s how I survive. That’s how we survive in this world, isn’t it, looking after our own asses? Or in this case, our siblings asses?” Dallas’ hoarse voice was kept at an even tone as she attempted to keep the man from completely losing his shit. Although, she’d never been the most sensitive woman in the world.
“I can’t afford to care, because I’m not about to let myself get hurt.” Unfortunately for her, it was too late for that. Seeing the mess she had created, the anger that she’d provoked from this man, had her sinking quickly into something that she thought was long abandoned... emotion. She eyed the bottle he clung to so intently with something that might have been concern if one looked hard enough. This was the first time she'd seen him emotionally attached to anything and she hated the state it left him in. The expression of concern that parted her lips never had the chance to surface.
The woman waited anxiously for the punishment she subconsciously knew she deserved, knowing well enough that he wasn’t afraid to take his pound of flesh. She fully expected him to. She had given herself up so that he may feel more at ease with the state she had left his sister in, had braced herself for the pain.. yet, it never came. As his hand came near Dallas flinched, much to her own surprise considering she’d sat through worse, but was even more shocked to see that the man had refused to lay a hand on her. She was fully perplexed as she opened her bloodshot eyes to search his features, quietly listening and waiting.
Even prepared, his words were not ones she would have ever predicted him to say. Love was a fairly potent word that had her even more at odds, especially so coming from his lips. The woman swallowed hard around the lump in her throat and her calf tensed in preparation to take a step back. She wanted to leave, wanted to escape this uncomfortable situation she had placed herself in, although she was anchored into place. She let his words sink in and before long she realized she’d been holding her breath. She didn’t want to take in his scent, didn’t want to feel the heat his volatile form brought because to her it would feel like a cruel joke…one she was playing on herself. The man’s hand parted from her space and she released the air from her lungs slowly, eyelids flicking open as she shifted her weight back.
His words were damaging and provoked another tear to fall from the corner of her eye but pain did not register on her pretty, yet tired features. She did not want his pity, in fact she probably didn't even know what her tears stood for. Yet there they were. What she did know was that it was not fun, this feeling like someone had sunk a cold dagger into her chest. But she’d gotten what she came there for; help. A ragged sigh escaped her, probably one of relief. What had started as a simple plea had turned into a full on emotional war and she was glad to see he’d at least accepted.
She reached out to him, manicured nails finding surface on his shoulder blade as they had so many times before, but she retracted sharply – the hybrids skin was hot to the touch. “Thank you..and please be careful.” His terms seemed like a fairly decent price to pay for the return and safety of her brother, so the woman turned to leave. Tyler was all that mattered, life would go back to how it was and she could forget this little blip of weakness. What wouldn’t kill her made her stronger, right?
The woman had only taken a step towards the door before realizing she didn’t want to forget. She didn’t want to go back to the desperate search of finding something that made her feel human. But perhaps more importantly, didn’t want to leave him in his current state…even if she was the one causing it. She paused in her spot before stalking back to him and wrapping a hand around the bottle he clung to, briefly attempting to pull it from his grasp. “What do you want from me, Ash? To leave you alone so you can sit here and drink yourself into oblivion? That’s a grand fucking idea. Let me just waltz on out of here so you can end up dead from picking a drunken fight with some asswipe.” Her own bit of impatient fury flashed through her now, eyes glittering. “My mistakes run too deep to just forget about, you think I can just pack my bags and disappear? Or maybe I could just erase the shit from everyone’s memory and start a new life as some fucking saint? That would be a whole hell of a lot more logical, wouldn't it? Sienna I can walk away from but you.. I can’t… and I won’t.”
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Post by Deleted on Jun 17, 2015 4:08:34 GMT
❝ h u m a n ❞ Funny how everyone thought alcohol could drown their problems, to take the breath right from the problem's reasoning. The taste of the expensive vodka was bitter on his lips, even more still on his tongue before it burned on the way down on his throat. But it was something that leashed his anger, that put a hold on the way the world wanted to bring him down. The way Dallas seemed to desperately want to bring him down brick by brick.
His gaze narrowed quickly as he felt tension on his lifeline (being the bottle of vodka), the source being the woman's hands. A look of disgust crossed his facials as he jerked back on the bottle, pulling it from the woman's grasp abruptly. "That's a damn fine idea. I am the fucking asswipe, and you've got me fighting myself. Either way, I'd lose the fight. But that would be a fucking relief, now wouldn't it? Wouldn't you be happy to know that you had won, to have bested me at something?" He growled, turning the bottle up and emptying it of the rest of its contents. He wanted to be drunk, he wanted to not know what the fuck was going on, but it wasn't enough. He needed more alcohol, he needed more of an excuse to get the hell out of the corner he had backed himself up into as of late.
A broken chuckle came from the man's vocals at the woman's next statement. "Some virgin slut you'd be, oh wait that kind of shit isn't possible." He snorted as he turned away and set the glass on the counter, not feeling like breaking it, or throwing it at anyone. His mouth opened as though he wanted to say more, but he found himself quieting as the woman finished talking. His icy gaze, the flames of anger that lapped at their depths, stilled, if only for the slightest of moments. "Why?" He asked as he studied the woman's dark brown eyes, although he refused to give in, he refused to be this woman's..no anyone's bitch. Nor would he ever stoop anywhere near that low. "I don't care much for anyone, Dallas. The only family I ever gave two shits about was Sienna, and I learn that you just about kill this girl. You enjoy breaking people, even I don't stoop that low. I don't make people suffer, I put them out of their misery. I am a monster with at least some sense. But you..you don't even know why you do things. Fuck, I don't even think its because of the pleasure of things. You don't even fucking know, do you?" He muttered, mostly to himself as he cast his gaze away from the woman before walking across the kitchen, feeling the need for space.
He couldn't breathe, or at least it was how he felt. He was suffocating, drowning in the bullshit life enjoyed throwing at its inhabitants. Asher ran his hands through his ebony locks before making a point of running a balled up fist into yet another wall, although this structure was more resistant resulting in him pulling back with a string of curses. "Fuck, Dallas, just get on my fucking level! Is it that fucking hard? Shit." He exclaimed suddenly as he cracked his knuckles, establishing some sort of temporary relief from the feeling. "What the fuck did you do to me god fucking damn it? You've got me given two shits about you, feeling angry and hurt all at the fucking same time about what you did to Sienna, what you did to me. You've got me over here feeling fucking emotions, I don't fucking do that Dallas! Did you want me to go fucking insane? Did you want to break me? Well fucking congratulations, you've set me over the fucking edge, Dallas. Go find yourself a fucking medal." He ranted shortly after, sweat beading upon his torso, he felt hot, much too hot.
Asher was angry, but there were other emotions he couldn't name biting him in his ass and if he could set his ass on fire, well he would have. Most definitely. "I don't even..I can't even touch you Dallas. I don't..I..fuck." He growled, moving backwards until his back was against one of the walls, it was as though he was losing every bit of control he had gathered over the course of his life. He was breaking, cracking, drowning. Having enough of whatever meltdown was settling in, he went through some sort of frenzy searching his cabinets for another bottle of alcohol, any kind would do. Settling upon a dusty bottle of whiskey he hurriedly popped the cork and turned it up to his lips, finding no need for a glass. If he was going to drown, might as well do it the right way. ❝ what even is love? ❞ |
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Post by Dallas Ariana Petrov on Jun 18, 2015 8:41:49 GMT
tried to escape but keep sinking
Choosing to live alone and being placed there were two very different things. On a normal basis this was a woman who thoroughly enjoyed being a loner. She was self-sufficient, independent and loved her life because of it. She could do what she liked without needing anyone’s approval, could come home to a silent house with everything in the precise order she had left it in. Until of course her brother came home and moved things around before slinking off to his own portion of the mansion. It was the little reminders that counted, the subtle changes that kept her from actually being the loner she believed herself to be. She relished in her independence but in the same regard, needed someone by her side. Up until this point that had always been Tyler, poised and ready to jump to her aid.
The flames were flickering high by this point, lapping at the houses pale blue siding as they hungrily devoured the building. It hadn’t taken long for them to envelope their childhood home, given the inhuman force that had started it, a cleverly placed flame from the breath of her own sibling. The amount of alcohol hidden throughout home certainly helped as well and was more than enough to accelerate the destruction even further, quicker than they had ever imagined possible. Even from their place on the lawn the twins could hear the glass bottles bursting from within the confines of the burning walls.
Their childhood, memories, and adoptive mother, all gone. All except for the few keepsakes she stowed away in a suitcase prior to. The affair had been a carefully planned one and they had the details down to a ‘T’, thought of nearly every possible scenario and outcome. Harsh fire truck sirens filled the air now, miles away yet but still too close for her liking. It was only a reminder as to the situation they had put themselves in.
Momentary fear gripped her, clinging to the underdeveloped organ that she called a heart as she watched their home turn to ash before their very eyes. Their mother was now dead from their own hands and although guilt would not come into play she was now worried for the fallout of what her ambition had created. What if they were caught and separated? The woman’s muscles tensed at the thought. She searched through the empathy link she shared with her brother, only to find comfort in his steely calm.
“We’re going to be okay.” His voice dipped below the noise, around the building’s indignant groans and the flame’s crackling roars. Dallas’ wide brown irises peered over at the male as his arm found its way around her shoulders. “You don’t know that” She replied skeptically, pulling away from his attempt at comfort and snorting. She was a complicated and strong woman, but even the strongest of them all had at least one thing that could crumple them in an instant. And hers just so happened to be the idea of losing her twin.
“This is what we wanted, right?” Tyler asked, glancing down at her with a raised eyebrow, but she could already tell he knew the answer. The woman released a breath through her nose and pursed her lips, shifting her attention back to the blazing building. “Yes.. but..Ty I can’t..” She drifted off as the male’s voice sounded instead. “We always make it out alright. You know that.”
The neighbors had rose from their homes to stare at the wreckage, so it was time for the act. Putting on the face of a distraught teen the woman buried her face in her brother’s shirt, his steady heartbeat calming around the abrasive screams of the firetrucks. But they only reminded her to put on her best show as she allowed herself to fall into emotion, all for the act, but the tears that fell were all too real. “Yeah.. okay.”
Dallas drug a hand through her hair in quiet frustration as the memories poured in, each and every one sending her further into her anxiety. In Tyler’s absence the woman had now been exposed to the one and only thing she’d ever truly feared… true isolation. She was afraid. Afraid of losing her brother and now Ash, the one man besides Tyler that had never truly seen her for who she was and had never walked away… until now. This was a slow onset realization, only showing up as she’d headed for the door moments before. She was reluctant to leave someone so willing to accept her without a sideways glance, one so internally damaged that he could spot her own demons and her his, however insistent he was at hiding them.
She retracted her hand from the bottle and her failed attempt at retrieving it, her face creased with unknown emotion. Was this arrogant asshole giving up? Tension settled heavily in her chest as she watched the man finish his vodka, each gulp of the liquid bringing him one step closer to the edge. Of what she didn’t know, and she didn’t want to find out either. Control was her life and he was on the brink of everything she’d initially hoped for… but…not like this, not when her own sanity was on the line, clinging to a bottle of alcohol no less. She wanted, no needed him to fight back, to toy with her just as she had to him. She wanted things to go back to how they were, her moves and his countermoves, a frivolous and satisfying game. But she’d taken a step too far. All for what…closure? The momentary feeling of pleasure as she stood over a broken form?
However the contentment never lasted long. It was like an drug that she could never be satisfied from, this brief moment of feeling. One could hardly say that it was even worth it but to her it was all she had known for too many years to count. It was not until him that she realized that there might have been potential for more. The woman slowly retreated, taking several steps back. Much like the feeling that had settled over him she soon realized she needed space as well, although all the space in the world couldn’t cushion her discomfort. She could not deal with her jumbled mind, this mans outbursts, nor the revelation that had slipped over her, slowly but surely.
It was a natural response to walk away from something that hurts, and the worst part was is that she didn’t have a single excuse that could pause him in his tracks. He could leave at this very moment, stroll out the door and leave her to fend for herself but at least… at this moment he seemed preoccupied with trying to get a buzz. “I…” Arms crossed tightly over her chest as her eyes uncomfortably shifted about the room, desperately attempting to get a hold on herself. But it appeared as if the combination of everything was too great for even her to handle. She watched the man strike the wall again and her jaw clenched tightly. That was, in some strange way, all she could take. The woman found herself sinking into a nearby chair, tears now streaming freely from her eyes.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” She spat out crudely, uncomfortable by her own display of weakness as she reached up to wipe her face. “You’re asking me to explain all of these impossible things and I…don’t know. I don’t know why I do what I do. I don’t know why I did this to you. I just… do this shit, okay? I break things to make myself feel better and move on, that’s just what I do goddamnit. You were no different…not…at first…fuck!” The woman buried her head in her hands. Was she even making sense anymore? “But I do know one thing and it’s that I normally don’t stick around and ask for the consequences… Nor do I have a fucking chat about my choices.”
The woman grew more agitated by the passing moment, much too uncomfortable to stay seated for long. “Why….” She mused, seemingly fixated on the ground. Why was she still here? If this had been any other one her toys she would have gloated and left. But then again she’d already come to the conclusion that the man meant something. “Goddamn it, maybe for once I feel bad about what I did, to you, to your sister….” The truth was a bittersweet thing and sent her stomach crawling with unease, but her façade had long since broken and there was no use trying to preserve it now. Stalking to a counter the woman leaned on it as though it were a burden to stand, however respecting the man’s space and keeping a fair amount of distance from him even still. “I’m tired of living life like a fucking zombie, wandering around searching for the next best thing that’s going to make me feel human. That’s why.”
But these newfound and unstable emotions were just that, and she quickly grew quiet. Her gaze uneasily drifted to the counter she used as her support, teeth sinking firmly into her bottom lip. Her voice now resembled something barely louder than a whisper. “And I love you, Asher...is that what you wanted to hear?” Love… the broken woman hardly even knew the meaning of the word nor the feelings behind it but the word had already slipped from her lips. Her own shock was evident on her features but she quickly replaced it with a bitter chuckle. “Some love, ey?”
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Post by Deleted on Jun 29, 2015 19:55:47 GMT
❝ h u m a n s ❞ He was a fucking man, wasn't he? Damn straight. He thought to himself as he continued to his distance from the woman, as though she was a contagious disease. The strong urge to hit something ro someone remained, but he simply didn't want to pay for damaging any more of his household decor.
Even if the witch of a woman had agreed to leave him the fuck alone, he knew that she still wouldn't. She was stubborn, and enjoyed seeing other people suffer more than anything. "Because you're fucking insane." He breathed through his lips, his back leaning against the bare kitchen wall on the other end. His icy gaze glared at the woman, almost as though he wanted to stare right through the woman's soul, if she even had done.
Hearing her proclamation of feeling bad for what she did to his sister, the dark haired man chuckled quietly, before falling into a more consistent form of laughter. "That's bullshit, and you fucking know it. I told you before, that I wasn't going to let you use me, to play with my mind. I meant that. You're like a god damn leech." He snorted, dragging a hand down his face.
The man really didn't want to hear any more of the woman's excuses, but it seemed as though he would be forced to deal with the torture. Seemingly bored, or rather annoyed, he allowed a small flicker of a flame to dance between his fingers, almost looking as though he wanted to place it upon the woman's existence. "I don't want you, I don't n-..." His words were interrupted by the woman's next proclamation to something akin to love.
To go from complaining about living life like a zombie (which couldn't have been further from the truth in Dallas' case), the woman goes to talking about loving someone. The open palm was clenched into a fist, extinguishing the dancing flame. "We're not human. You know that. We're fucked up mistakes that resulted from our mothers and fathers going at each other's loins without even second guessing themselves. Ain't nothing human about this, except for maybe an uncontrollable lust for another." He snorted, although perhaps the mentioning of loving something was enough to make one feel human. To give them the illusion of feeling normal.
However, he couldn't bring himself to believe the words the woman had said, not even in the slightest. "You picked a fine time to say some shit like that. I already said I'll find your damn brother for you, there's no point in trying to butter me up for the job. I'll bring him back alive, if I'm in a good mood." The frown upon his features only deepened further, where was his sarcastic smirk that was usually so common on his facials?
Arms folded across his bare chest that was still dampened with a light sweat. "What do you want? Some pretty little wedding under a satanic symbol, adopt a little Chinese kid and live on a remote island? Then run off with the kid and expect me to pay child support? Please." He snorted, evidently still pissed off from the whole ordeal. Asher was known for holding grudges, and Dallas would be no different in regards to that rule.
In truth, he felt the burning want to kiss the woman, and tangle himself up with her on any flat surface in his home, but he fought back that urge, for all he could see was the shit she had done to his sister. That was forever unforgettable, and he wasn't exactly sure if he wanted to invest his time in halfway trusting this woman as he had done before. "That lovey-dovey shit gives me hives." He responded after a long moment of silence, his smug smirk slowly pulling at the corners of his lips. "Not to mention nausea and diahrrea. That shit's unhealthy. Literally and figuratively." What a way to describe how he disliked the act of loving someone visibly, and all that mushy romance movie bullshit.
He wasn't going to be the one to approach the woman, however, did he look like a beggar? Fuck no. "Like I said, I'll see what I can do. If anything, you should come with me instead of sitting on your ass and filing your nails." He spoke simply, like hell he'd leave the woman to her own devices. Either she'd try to bring harm to herself or try to get laid by the mayor, who the hell knew what Dallas was capable of when she was so mentally unstable, and Asher of all people didn't want to find out either.
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Post by Dallas Ariana Petrov on Jun 30, 2015 1:24:26 GMT
tried to escape but keep sinking
Why had she even expected him to believe her? She’d never given him a reason to otherwise, had never even played on the idea of trust. She hadn’t needed it, to put it simply. Up until now no good had ever come of trusting people, of letting her guard down. She was a loner for a reason, although up until recently she’d almost forgotten that little fact. She’d tangled herself up in lies so deep she was now drowning, fighting to surface in order to what…gain his attention again? To make him forget about who she truly was? Was it even worth the hassle for a man who had just attempted to drop her on her ass?
She didn’t know how she felt. Hurt, anger, or grief, emotions were all a new phenomenon that she couldn’t even place, let alone know what they meant when it came to him. What she did know was that it wasn’t fun. With the man’s new set of words all she noticed was the tightness in her chest, the pain that flowed in the form of tears, and the state of the room which was, ever so slowly slipping into darkness. “You rip shit apart with your hands and your fucked up attitude… I just do it with my mind. I don’t know why that’s so fucking hard to understand.” Her husky voice had lost its bite, its volume falling to a mere murmur.
“Honesty is a fragile thing.” She focused on the man with eyes that had, despite her tears, grown a darkened gleam. Her tears had begun to taper off ever so slowly, and the woman wiped at them before they had a chance to dry on her cheeks. “It’s…easily broken and god knows, I’ve shattered it. But that doesn’t mean it still doesn’t exist, shithead.” She straightened herself out and moved easily around the counter she stood at, nonchalant in appearance as she slowly made her way closer... but then again, did anything with this woman ever happened by ‘coincidence’?
She was an emotional mess, and her normally established patience had run bone dry.
In less than a moment the woman had locked onto a nearby knife set, pulled one away, and had met the man in his place with the blade firmly to his jugular. She might not have been altogether stable, but there one sure-fire way to get her there and that was a good kill. She pressed herself flush to the man’s shirtless torso and a smirk lit her features, nonetheless as sensual as ever.
The compulsion to slit his throat was a tempting one as the cool and stainless steel blade pressed threateningly against his skin. It’d been a while since she’d taken a life directly. The power she held coursed within her veins and the high was euphoric. One easy swipe before he even had a chance to react, and his life would be hers. In all honesty it was much more appealing than the pain in her chest at this given moment. The draw to this man’s throat was strong, although she was not sure why. Perhaps it was her original goal of destroying him coming back into play, the idea of putting a final seal on things and ending the madness that she had just admitted to feeling. She favored him… and that’s why she wanted, no, needed to put him down.
She couldn’t afford the weakness that was love, but maybe she had forgotten that much in the distraction that was her missing brother. She’d been so desperate to replace the void that he’d left that she had to stoop to something she never even fathomed occurring. Yet, the man was so determined to label her as a liar that he hadn’t even bothered to consider the fact that she might have actually given a shit. A long breath left her, probably one of relief now that she had some vague power beneath her, as she adjusted her hand against the knife handle. “I don’t tell the truth often, but when I do I don’t enjoy being mocked, Asher.” She tutted her disapproval and began dragging the side of the blade lightly against his skin, simply toying with him. “I don’t expect you to believe that I’ll actually stay away from your sister… but if we can’t trust each other in this god forsaken world then who can we?” Nobody.
She laughed bitterly and the blade pressed deeper, the pressure of it drawing his skin white. It was only half a second from the breaking point that was puncturing the skin. Oh how she longed to. Yet this was not the time nor place, and she still very much needed this man to forget her little indiscretion. “You don’t want sappy shit? Fine. I’ve always preferred games anyways. Though I don’t normally play with knives…Blood’s never really been my thing.” She scowled at the thought, but seemed to be enjoying this more than she should have, for the first time that day she actually almost seemed her usual self. “But you know what’s unhealthier than sap? Your blood pooling all over the fucking floor.”
Though her sadistic little smirk soon found its way to fade, however reluctantly, her pink lips pursing instead. “You asked what I want, and it’s you. Only you. But you’re too buried in your own cowardice to believe that anyone might actually give a damn about Asher Thomas.” The woman’s chest had grown tight again in the Asher’s proximity, at the thought of ending his life, at the feeling of his pulse beneath her own flesh. She needed to do this, for herself. She was growing weak, emotional, and emotions only lead to pain. She glanced up, searching the man’s icy eyes for several long moments while a tremble began in the hand at his throat.
Her grip loosened before setting the weapon down and using the hand to drag it through her hair. “Get a grip,” She muttered, confused with her own actions, transfixed on the man’s form in front of her, but nonetheless continuing her threat, “Or you’ll be facing a lot worse than hives.”
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Post by Deleted on Jul 8, 2015 17:43:04 GMT
❝ h u m a n ❞ The only proof that he had acknowledged the woman's words was a brief snort from his nostrils. "At least I don't play mind games, I come right out and if I want to break you, I'll break you. I don't beat around the bush like you fucking do." He didn't move from his place against the wall, nor did he care to move. Where the hell was he supposed to go, to do? Right now, he didn't give a shit about much of anything.
Dallas was the kind of person that one couldn't reason it, someone who didn't want to take the time to actually understand the underlying meaning in one's words. But wasn't that how women were? Hell if he knew, or cared. They were complicated and destructive, and the dark haired woman that stood before him couldn't have been a better example.
An icy gaze observed the woman's movements, even when she had reached for one of the knives belonging to the knife set, and even to the point where he felt the light touch of the silver blade against his throat. Maybe it had been a mistake to use the term love with someone that had never been stable, and was even more unstable as of this moment. Feeling the blade digging lightly into his skin, a smirk pulled at his lips, as though he was enjoying the whole scenario.
Mocking her? He couldn't help but to chuckle quietly in response to the woman's words. "It isn't mocking if it's the full truth. You just don't want to accept that, you're too stubborn to realize it." He spoke, seemingly amused. There was no fear in his eyes, only a bitter sense of amusement. A single hand was placed upon the woman's hand that held the knife, pulling the knife closer to his flesh, to the point where a trickle of blood started to form.
Asher was very pain tolerant, or perhaps he truly wasn't and just knew how to keep his mouth shut so that no one knew if he was suffering or not. "If you can't trust anyone, you trust your own goddamn self. You see a stray dog in the street, he doesn't have anyone. All he has is himself, and that is the only thing that he can trust in this world. If you can't trust your own self, Dallas, your better off dead." He spoke with a hint of irritation, and although keeping his gaze fixated on the woman's facials. "You are pretty sexy when you're looking all murderous though." He joked, before having his expression change quickly to sternness. "Nobody cares about anyone in this shithole. Once you learn that, maybe you'll get a grip on your own damn life. Everyone just expects to gain some kind of closure by dealing with another human being. And besides, baby, my house could always use some renovations." He spoke, looking as sly as a fox.
He caught a glimpse of her trembling hand, and wasted no time in shoving his hands upon her shoulders, pushing her away from him. "Get a grip? Haha." He laughed, rubbing his hand underneath his chin in an effort to wipe the light amount of blood away. "Please. You know, you're probably doing all this crap because you're into that kinky shit." He snorted, well perhaps it was better for a man like him to have sex on the brain instead of anger and whatever else plagued Asher. "Are you going to finally behave, or do I have to tie you up outside?" He spoke as he stepped forward, closing the distance between he and the woman.
It was almost as if he were going to kiss her, but no instead his mouth lingered just out of the woman's reach. "Are you capable of doing that? Behaving?" He asked, tilting his head to the side, although he looked like he was having a grand ol' time at that moment.
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Post by Dallas Ariana Petrov on Jul 9, 2015 18:26:36 GMT
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But how can you blame me for choosing this?
Now everything's faster, more money spent
You think that I'm happy except I'm losing here
you were the only friend that seemed to see
past all of that bull.
I'm a reckless disaster, you're the innocent
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[attr="class","sya-text"]It was strangely satisfying to see the man’s smirk again, regardless if it was only to mock her. Not for any major reason, other than the fact that his mood seemed to be turning. Some form of normalcy had taken root, however small, the one difference being the fact that she actually agreed with him. Every word he spoke, was right. They were an echo to her own beliefs, ones that she had apparently abandoned this stressful day. This day was no ordinary day, for it was one that she had shared weakness. It was the first moment in a while that someone had to remind her of who she was, and how far she had gotten because of it. With the power from the knife still surging through her veins the woman flexed her hand and sent a brief glare in Asher’s direction as she was shoved, but quite honestly she was having a better time than she had in days. Some form of humor danced in her eye as she waited for his next move. “You’re lucky you’re worth something.” It was perhaps the only thing keeping the woman from playing with every possible way to rid herself of the man. Shame. She thought. He would have been fun to drag into the depths of hell, but it appeared he was worth more to her alive than dead. “Kinky, aggressive, call it what you like, honey. You’re the one slicing yourself up. Who’s really the kinky one here? I’m just holding the knife to prove my point.” An eyebrow raised with mirth as she studied him. “If you’d climb out of your own ass for two minutes you’d see that. Oh but that’s right, you’re too busy hiding from yourself. When things get complicated you just shut yourself down, sleep with some random woman, or worse, me, and then drink yourself to death.” A light sigh passed her lips, annoyance, disappointment, or just plain exhaustion, she wasn’t sure herself. She just wanted to sleep. “Damn and I thought I was bad. You say that I’m stubborn but you’re even worse. At least I admit what’s right in front of me, rather than hiding or denying it.” The woman twirled a lock of hair between her fingers, a sign of her own irritation, as she shifted her weight to her other foot. She then glanced down at the weapon she had just discarded; and after listening to his jeers, wondered if it was a fair time to reconsider. He was running on borrowed time at this moment. “God you’re such an ass.” Despite the words that slipped past her lips she flashed a smile; laughing lightly, as she cast her gaze to the ground. The woman was relatively chuffed; with herself, with the performance that had very well been honest, but more importantly with the man’s anger that seemed to have buried itself within his chilly exterior. Perhaps his change of mood illuminated something in her...or perhaps it was just her violent display that had lifted her spirits. He was distracted from his own feelings, and she from hers, and maybe that’s all she had to ask of him. Everything about this man drove her crazy in more ways than one, every movement, every condescending word. He was like a damn gnat, always taunting her yet, she had just proven herself unable to put himself out of his misery. She missed him, his body and his voice, and her breath caught in her throat as he approached her. The world seemed to be in suspended animation for mere seconds, frozen in time, and she held his gaze steadily. How glad she was to have him in her presence again, but he reeked of bullshit. It was a good thing she wasn’t too easily impressed. The woman’s movements were nearly hesitant as she reached out, experimentally running her fingertips along his jawline and down his neck, though pausing at his new wound. She tilted her head and studied it, tracing the broken skin with tender fingers and what could only be a curiosity. The smallest drop of his blood made its way onto her skin, causing her nose to wrinkle. Regardless she brought the scarlet liquid to her lips to remove it – she despised the stuff but she was by no means squeamish. Dallas then returned her hand to its former location, but instead found herself hypnotized by the contours of the man’s bare chest. “Mmm, tempting.” She breathed, a little smile playing up on her lips. “I could ask you the same thing, but,” She eyed his shallow wound, “Looks as if you’ve already answered that for the both of us.” The woman could nearly feel him baiting her, hiding behind that wall of his in an effort to distract himself, but at least for this moment she didn’t seem to care. “Fuck you.”notes; -throws shit- tag; Asher Thomaswords; 820 [newclass=.sya-bg]width:500px;height:415px;padding:20px;border:1px solid #e2e2e2;[/newclass] [newclass=.sya-bg-img]width:500px;height:415px;background-image:url('http://i.imgur.com/uM696ME.jpg');[/newclass] [newclass=.sya-inner]width:500px;height:415px;background-color:#1d1d1d;position:absolute;opacity:0;transition: 1.2s; -moz-transition: 1.2s; -webkit-transition: 1.2s; -o-transition: 1.2s;overflow-y:auto;overflow-x:hidden;[/newclass] [newclass=.sya-inner:hover]width:500px;height:415px;background-color:#1d1d1d;transition: 1.2s; -moz-transition: 1.2s; -webkit-transition: 1.2s; -o-transition: 1.2s;opacity:1;overflow-y:auto;overflow-x:hidden;[/newclass] [newclass=.sya-lyrics]font-family:calibri,sans-serif;font-size:10px;text-transform:uppercase;color:#e2e2e2;letter-spacing:1px;text-align:justify;line-height:110%;width:360px;padding:10px;margin-top:5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.sya-text]width:390px;padding:20px;line-height:100%;text-align:justify;font-family:times new roman,serif;font-size:11px;color:#e2e2e2;overflow-y:auto;overflow-x:hidden;[/newclass] [newclass=.sya-text b]color:#a50000;[/newclass] |
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❝ human ❞ God, Dallas could be a major pain the ass. Why did he deal with her again? Oh, that's right the sex is good. He snorted at the thought, he must have been a little tipsy when he had mentioned the word, love. Just the thought of it made him want to vomit, particularly on Dallas, now that'd be a sight to see, wouldn't it?
A roll of the eyes was given in response, something typical of the man. "Oh, how much am I worth? A couple mil? Damn, I'd sell my own ass." He pondered for a moment in silence, his hand rubbing his chin as if he was seriously giving the idea some thought.
As he closed the distance between he and the woman, her words only brought more humor into his life. "You're the one that wanted to slice my jugular open. Man, I think my pants may have gotten a bit tight after that." As the woman began to go through some kind of rant or another about what he should do to stop being stuck on himself, the man seemed to lose interest in the conversation, if for the moment. Without even bothering to wait for a pause, he began nibbling on the woman's neck, only half listening to the words coming out of her mouth.
After a moment, he finally paused and responded "So?" He pulled back, a mischevious grin on his facial features. "Hey, it's warm being wrapped up in my own ass. I don't have to deal with anyone there, now do I? Particularly your bullshit. But oh wait, is Dallas Petrov getting jealous? I'm not even sorry that I have more than one home, I'm a traveling salesman you know." He flashed the woman a full on grin, not even giving two shits.
Asher rolled his eyes yet again at the woman's remark. "I'm not stubborn, and you hardly ever admit to shit. You deny everything you do, or you'll waltz around with this stupid ass look on your face acting like you didn't do anything. Like I said, it's all a game to you. What are you, five?" He responded, although his words were harsh he didn't appear to be pissed, then again it was hard to know with someone like Asher as nine times out of ten, he had a stupid grin on his face.
The dark haired woman proclaiming of his assery only made him chuckle, "That might've been the only honest thing I've heard you say today. But you like this ass, don't you?" He spoke, his icy gaze staring into the woman's own dark gaze. His attention, however, was taken from the subject as the woman reached out and ran her fingers down his jawline, pausing at the slight neck wound.
He remained rigid, tense even the only thing heard from him being the sound of his light breathing. It was though he had put his guard up, walls to protect god knows whatever lied at the center of where his heart was supposed to be. Oh, it was probably hormones. What else could power that ego of his?
The light pain that throbbed from his neck upon the woman's touch, drove a familiar, thrilling sensation up his spine. His gaze watched the woman in absolute silence, observing with a high level of interest. His attention remained caught, like a fish in a net, as the woman removed the lightest trace of blood from her fingertips via her lips. "Don't." He breathed quietly, no he didn't want to be this excited about her. Out of all the women he had laid with as of late, he knew fully well that this witch of a woman was the only one who could quell his emotional, and physical frustrations. But he didn't want to lose whatever this battle he had concocted up in his head.
What had they been talking about? Hell if he fucking knew anymore. He had intentions of baiting her, of making her want him but it would appear as if the tables had turned, and she had threw the line out to him, and it hook, line and sinker. "Now." He spoke quietly, a certain aggresive dominance in his tone as he stepped foraward and pressed his lips against the woman's own, hungrily searching for what he was, as though in vengeance.
She was his, and if she didn't realize he'd definately stake his claim. There was no boyfriend/girlfriend ties here, only lust. He was driven by some primitive instinct to assert his dominance, as though he was some kind of wild animal. And perhaps he was, as he rather aggressively bit at the woman's neck and shoulder, his arms pulling her into his chest, no words were spoken. Hell, he wasn't even thinking at that moment, he was just, doing. ❝ life's a bitch, ain't it? ❞ |
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Post by Dallas Ariana Petrov on Jul 12, 2015 19:07:56 GMT
[attr="class","sya-bg"] [attr="class","sya-bg-img"] [attr="class","sya-inner"] | [attr="class","sya-lyrics"]You say you hate me for what I did
But how can you blame me for choosing this?
Now everything's faster, more money spent
You think that I'm happy except I'm losing here
you were the only friend that seemed to see
past all of that bull.
I'm a reckless disaster, you're the innocent
It's like I'm on track, crash, I'm falling in
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[attr="class","sya-text"]How had this even happened? Had they really just been about to crack? She didn’t have the faintest clue, but she was quickly beginning to blame it on her sleep deprivation. Though with him around, chances of fixing that problem were slim to none. The woman was nearly regretful for coming to him for help in the first place, if he was smart he would soon realize the power he held, but then again… was this a woman that regretted anything? Any moment of disarray would be quickly thrown into something that she could use to her benefit. Screw this 'nice' shit. With the man seemingly keen on jokes, any consideration she had for this foreign concept had just been thrown out the window. What good was honesty, if it was just going to be thrown back into her face? Her period of weakness was over, and it was him that had pulled her back into reality. “You really know how to charm a lady, don’t you?” Her voice had dipped in volume and filled with sarcasm, but any further comment was blocked by the lips that found their way to her neck, and the cool jolt of ecstasy that accompanied them. He was a piece of work, this one, and the majority of her began wishing the ass of a man would shove his ego where it belonged, and get on with the program. But jealousy? A wry, yet distracted smile pulled at her lips. “Remind me again, what there is to be jealous of?” Jealousy was yet another human quality that she failed to partake in, but his remark of such brought a glitter to the midst of her dark eyes. “Would it be your over-inflated ego, or the fact that you’re so damn miserable underneath it?” Envy? Oh no, this had long traveled past that into a pure, and primal possession; an inherent need to have this man near her. Anyone that stood in the way of him would be disposed of, simple as that. Her pleased expression grew at the thought, and she halfway listened to his rude remarks, but in all honesty her mind had taken a trip elsewhere. Eventually however her lust-driven mind journeyed back to the present. “Don’t worry hun… you can say what you like, I know you’re full of bullshit...and I have all the time in the world.”As if she couldn’t get any cockier at that moment in time, her attention was soon brought to the man that she now had wrapped around her finger, and his look of desire that sent a chill up her spine. She longed to have his full attention whether she knew it or not, and the feeling that all eyes were on her… it was better than any drug in the world. For that brief moment in time she could scent his weakness like a bloodhound, and his excitement nearly made her laugh. Luckily she was able to stifle it. For a man with such a temper, he was awfully easy to persuade. But… was it truly she who had caught his attention, or was it he who had caught hers? A quiet intake of breath was enough to show her surprise by his actions, but that was soon covered by the presence of his lips and the pleasure they brought. She relished in his touch, eyes closing and fingers curling into his chest as she allowed herself sink into his arms. This had been long overdue, in her opinion, and she would have had the means to gloat if she hadn’t been so… preoccupied. It was as if, in this battle of wills, that he had won. As if he had finally been able to drag her into his own means of manipulation, however she refused to give up so easily. Expressing quite a bit of self control, the woman promptly pulled her shoulder away from him, instead pressing single finger to his lips to block his movement. Although fully weaved within this man’s trap, and unable to escape at the current moment, she still cleared her throat to break the silence. “See… I could help you out here… I could,” Her voice was quiet, and somehow sensual despite her words. “But you see, you fail to realize that I can get what you have... anywhere, at any time.” The woman flashed a grin at him, though the sternness that lurked in her eyes was all too prevalent. Sure, he was good, and by all means had her fully enthralled, but that could only get the asshole so far. “You just flat out insulted me…. and if I had a soul maybe I’d even be offended. You might be worth a couple mil, easy… but I’m not convinced even that could buy my time.” He was what she wanted at this very moment in time, and what she very much needed, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t have some fun with it first. So what if life was a game? So what if she’d decided to have fun with her life rather than slump about it without knowing which was right from left. He was a much needed distraction from her plights of life, a means to forget what she had lost. 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Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2015 1:25:50 GMT
❝ h u m a n ❞ He was beginning to wonder why he hadn't invested his time into simple, one night stands. The damn sex wasn't worth all the bullshit and emotions he had to put up with when it came to Dallas. She was crazy as shit, and she was fully aware of it too. She never know when to shut up and sit her ass down. And if it wasn't in his lap, what good was it doing him?
An annoyed snort blew through his nostrils at the woman's words, him a charmer? "Like hell I'd waste any of my time trying to charm anyone, let alone you. I don't work for what's already mine." It would appear that the man was still in somewhat of a sour mood. He didn't even bother to listen to whatever else the woman had to nag about, damn was this a booty call, or was this his mother risen from the grave?
He removed his lips from the woman's neck and rolled his eyes, his mouth moving as though to mock the woman for her consistent nagging. "I'm sure your jealous of the fact that you keep coming back to me, because anyone else you try to stuff into yourself is all but disappointing. Too submissive, not impressive, too slow, too boring, sound about right? So you want to hound me, right?" He was tempted to smoke, something, anything. People like Dallas could easily work a person's nerves.
When the woman had fell into his arms, for a moment he thought he had won. That he had quelled the beast, and that he'd drag her back to his lair and conquer what was always rightfully his, his treasure, however worn it may have been. Unfortunately, the dark haired man would soon find that he would be rejected for the first time in his life.
An annoyed snarl, or a muffled curseword, who knew, came from the man's lips. It was then that he quite so casually opened his mouth if only to put the woman's finger in it, as though to prove a point. He looked as though he was ready to bite down, to bring this woman some cause of pain. Alas, he did not and settled for drooling all over the woman's hand, quite purposely, before withdrawing and taking a step back. "You reject me now, you can be one hundred percent positive that you won't be getting any from me anymore. I can assure you of that." He tempted, folding his arms against his bare chest again.
Hell, he could get this from anyone, anywhere, at any time as well. And he did, like he would wait around for Dallas to come around and lay on her back like the dog that she really was underneath that exterior. Asher flashed a sarcastic grin, which looked so fake there wasn't a chance of it being genuine. "I don't recall ever showering you with compliments, either. That's not the kind of game I play. Everything that comes out of your mouth is an insult, Dallas. Don't start pretending you're Miss Perfect Perky Polly, because you're not, nor will you ever be." Just the thought of a stereotypical blond, perky in nature, pretty sure, but much too excited for his tastes, rubbed him the wrong way. So annoying/
He thought to himself as he stepped back, only then realizing that his pair of cats had jumped atop the kitchen counter behind the dark haired woman. The tabbies seemed particularly interested in rubbing their faces against the woman's arms, as though they were fond of her. "Be careful there, you might catch her Bitch Syndrome." He warned to his cats, who only meowed in response, a deep gutterling purr rumbling in each of their throats.
So now even his own cats were fond of this woman, what the hell was the world even coming to nowadays? "Since you want me to look for your brother so damn badly, I have one condition. You're going to bring your wannabe badass self with me, I ain't skipping down the yellow brick rode by my lonesome while you sit on another man's lap and sip sangria." He snorted, his icy gaze was more than intense, as though he was pissed, but didn't care enough to to fully express it as he had done earlier.
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Post by Dallas Ariana Petrov on Jul 16, 2015 5:16:04 GMT
[attr="class","sya-bg"] [attr="class","sya-bg-img"] [attr="class","sya-inner"] | [attr="class","sya-lyrics"]I’m a lion, I’m a tiger
I’m a caged-bird, I’m on fire
Got these paper wings, but they don’t hold the air
Get so close to somebody, but I don’t stay there
Much less brave than I admit
Much more scared than they all think
But I’m protecting the organ in my chest
Because the blood, sweat, and tears
They can make quite a mess
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[attr="class","sya-text"] Condescending little prick. Dallas felt a cool rage tremor beneath the surface with his words, a scowl twitching on her lips. He was infuriating, frustrating and exhausting, and that was saying something considering she had an enormous amount of patience. Dealing with him was like dealing with a bratty two year old; the kind that bit…and apparently one that drooled as well? “Nasty little shit.” She grumbled below her breath, carelessly wiping her drooly finger on a nearby towel. At this moment in time the woman’s previously nonexistent emotions were leaping all over the place, operated by the puppetmaster that was Asher… whether he knew it or not. That, in itself was enough to drive the domineering woman insane.
“Oh pity, is wittle baby Asher mad because someone had the balls to refuse him?” The bitch of a woman pursed her lips in a mocking pout, playing him right back as he was trying to do to her, with his current remark. The whole situation was amusing, to say the least, or perhaps smiling was just better than crying for the second time that day, which was what the emotionally unstable woman felt like doing. And, was it too late to crawl up into Asher’s bed and fall asleep? Her irises flitted about the room as if she was considering it. Maybe it would make more sense for them to revisit this conversation when she’d slept off her wine and had a good night’s sleep.
“Maybe you’re right…in a manner of speaking. Maybe I do want to rip the heads off of every female you meet. One minute spent with them is one less you could be spending with me, time with shit that’s worth your time.” With the only one seeming to give a shit about her bitchy self being the man’s cats she quickly turned her attention towards them. A slow sigh seeped from her lungs as she turned to absent-mindedly scratched one of the tabbies chins, and placing a gentle kiss on its head. Now, life would have been so much easier for her if she’d just done the same to the ass of a man, but as of that moment he annoyed her, and as he often liked to think, she wasn’t anyone’s bitch. She felt a slight twinge at the thought, even so. Dallas drug her fingers through her thick hair but was glad for the distraction that was Asher, at this point probably retorting with something cocky, crude, or downright dirty, but ah, her mind had wandered after he’d taken his step back. Though the word ‘brother’ caught her attention rather quickly, shifting her attention from the cats onto the man in front of her, and with an almost eerie focus. Condition? He wanted to negotiate with her? She gritted her teeth, but even so, was pleased to hear his demands. “Now that, I can do.” The woman grinned, seeming to have bounced back quickly, putting up one of her own walls. She took a step forward to close the distance between them again, not giving two fucks if he didn’t want her at this point. “Who else is going to keep your ass from getting into trouble?” This shit was too much, and no matter the fact that he’d insulted her, he’d agreed to look for her brother. Why was she asking the world of this man when she only paid him a penny? The woman pulled herself flush to his form again, draping a hand on the back of his neck and curling her fingers against the warmth of his skin. Doe eyes peered up at him with their normal allure, calm as ever even despite the fact that her heartbeat had quickened. She couldn’t help it, he was her drug, and no matter her will power, she needed a fix to cure her internal fires. “Look, I’m sorry alright? I’m tired of arguing.” Dallas blinked slowly. Yeah, it was time for sleep. “Hell there’s plenty of better things we could be doing than wasting our breath.” As if solidifying that statement, the woman leaned and brushed her lips against the man’s collarbone, a slow and sensual motion. Since when did this woman apologize? She ultimately showed no remorse for pissing him off, in fact it was probably more believable that she regretted causing him to take his hands off of her. “Yes, I’m a bitch, yes pushing your buttons is wildly entertaining. You do the same back, and you can’t even deny it. But if fucking you is what I have to do to hold your attention, then so be it.”notes; quite possibly the shittiest dallas post ever but hey. horray for tipsy and emotional bishes tag; Asher Thomaswords; 762 muse; x[newclass=.sya-bg]width:500px;height:415px;padding:20px;border:1px solid #e2e2e2;[/newclass] [newclass=.sya-bg-img]width:500px;height:415px;background-image:url('http://i.imgur.com/uM696ME.jpg');[/newclass] [newclass=.sya-inner]width:500px;height:415px;background-color:#1d1d1d;position:absolute;opacity:0;transition: 1.2s; -moz-transition: 1.2s; -webkit-transition: 1.2s; -o-transition: 1.2s;overflow-y:auto;overflow-x:hidden;[/newclass] [newclass=.sya-inner:hover]width:500px;height:415px;background-color:#1d1d1d;transition: 1.2s; -moz-transition: 1.2s; -webkit-transition: 1.2s; -o-transition: 1.2s;opacity:1;overflow-y:auto;overflow-x:hidden;[/newclass] [newclass=.sya-lyrics]font-family:calibri,sans-serif;font-size:10px;text-transform:uppercase;color:#e2e2e2;letter-spacing:1px;text-align:justify;line-height:110%;width:360px;padding:10px;margin-top:5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.sya-text]width:390px;padding:20px;line-height:100%;text-align:justify;font-family:times new roman,serif;font-size:11px;color:#e2e2e2;overflow-y:auto;overflow-x:hidden;[/newclass] [newclass=.sya-text b]color:#a50000;[/newclass] |
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