RosenRot

[Dara]

The hostess looked perfect, immcaulate even.Her soft curves were kissed by crushed red silk dress that made her look simply like the Queen she once was. In her hair wasnt a crown but a red rose pinned in her hair. Soft red gloves dressed her soft slender hands.
The rooms the party was to be held in bore the same perfect touch from the godess.Despite this perfection It didnt stop her worrying

The guests where treasured family and friends only so imperfection would do yet Phoenix had demanded and recived the best of everything for her friends . She had been up since dawn checking everything from the Rose decorations, to the food and the lighting. She had even created chocolate roses that had been tasted by the silver haired boy asleep upstairs. Her treasured Grandson.

"LLyan are you sure I havent missed anything?"She asked softly stepping on her toes to kiss her loving husband on the cheek. The answer would be the same as the other few times she had asked him. Anything she may have missed well it was to late now their guests would be arriving any moment .


Whereas Phoenix was the picture of calm and serene Page was visibly stressed by the upcoming party. The girl had never been to a ball before despite her status as a Princess. Her life had been the opposite back then and now only a few people mattered to her and all but one was already here, And none of them had brought her to this before.

Page wore a soft blue suit that covered old scars and her soft pale locks lay loose on her shoulders with nothing to restrain them. The dress that had been provided was left on its hanger in the closet.Waiting for the others she stood watching her son sleep. Safi curled up on the pillow next to him. The remains of one of her mothers chocolates graced his smile .

A soft smile danced its way to her lips as she wondered if the boy would sleep through the party. Espically as the boy had demanded to go to , only to be dissapointed with a No. and a you're to young. Page was just grateful Kora hadnt been aware Gerard might be coming. A small fact her mother couldnt comfirm yet as the singer had yet to decide if he was attending. If he did Page would have to press him for a visit sooner rather than later.

(hope its ok)

[Little Lion]

Oh no. Caleb's eyes were skipping across the lines of the sidewalk under his feet, bumping back to the top of their small lidded expanse when the previous line was lost under his feet. He had been counting them until a sudden urge tickled in his jaw, expanding to his throat. It was familiar to him tonight and among counting lines and this sensation, he'd lost track of which number belong to what. No, no, doh His thoughts broke as a large yawn pulled his mouth into a gaping and unattractive stretch. He ducked his head towards his shoulder and finally brought his hand up to cover his unsightly gaping just a moment to late. "Mmm." He rubbed a hand under his eye and glanced towards Lilly. He had been yawning all evening, especially after she convinced him he needed to wear a tie for their dinner. The unfortunate event of his distorting face was not a result of exhaustion and, other then a glassy look in his eyes, he held the countenance of a well rested, healthy man. At least, as well rested as a rock star could get. "Hmm." Another ending to along yawn. He busied himself with fixing a white tie hanging loosely on his neck, hoping if he pretended not to notice then Lilly would over look his fatigued yawning too. "And how many people are here again?" Conversation was his only hope of distraction from his want of a cat nap and ceaseless yawning. Tonight's invitation had been such a kind offer, the company - dear, and Lilly had dressed herself to beautifully for him to keep acting like, quite frankly a cat - elegant but horribly lazy. He had cleaned himself up to possibly his best seen standard though in the days of his mother, his body had seen fancy suits. Tonight, he had dressed with a bit of Valentinian spark. A deep maroon, collard shirt which he hadn't yet rolled the sleeves up to the elbows. A white tie sat on top of that which helped make the pink streaks in his blonde hair look a tad less unsightly. They hadn't washed out from his last concert falling before Valentine's day. He was wearing black pants that may or may not have been dress pants and probably leaned very close to a relative of jeans. Only so much could be expected of young boys and Caleb held onto young and naive as long as he possibly could. After his hands dropped to his sides, they continued to fidget until they closed the slender expanse between his body and hers, catching in her fingers and holding tight. "Do you..." His eyes slowly moved to find her face and his lips broadened to a smile, hailing his childish motives. "Think there will be cake?"


Click, click, click, click. Slam. Click, Click, Click, Click. Slam.
Four steps in every direction, one slam of every door. No matter where the queen walked, whatever she wanted seemed to be the same distance and whatever she touched would shudder when she was done. She was late and her heels abused the floor as though the vibrations would get some message to her host, miles away, of her irritation at being late. If not to her host, perhaps the message got to her 'date'. She hadn't dwelled on the significance of the matter, that people of their prestige and caliber of hate towards one another could be forced together so much on what the world would label, with out a doubt, date. The world would also find the time they spent together as something significant, something meaningful. As though they enjoyed it, preferred it. She wouldn't agree to any of these accusations. She was with him because she had destroyed him, she had shaken his world and she owed him meaning. She doubted she would give him the satisfaction of reconstruction and only self-satisfaction that she could deconstruct everything else. She couldn't make up reasons why he would stay with her, but none of them ever proved satisfactory. They were not cruel enough, pathetic enough, hateful enough, lovely enough. There was no game if there was no hidden reason, so she left both their motives alone. The world however, could not pretend to be so simple. It had to label them a couple. Yet, it was a card she could play.
"Where is my purse..." Her eyes carefully moved up the expanse of a closet roughly half the size of her master bedroom. Four more clicks, she had crossed the room to the bed and shifted a misplaced pile of dresses. Time was ticking and with each second gone, so went her patience.

[Asphyxia]

[yeah, I think it'd be better if he's in the room with her. It fits better in my head for their awesomeness <3]

Mmf. The quiet, muffled protests and whines were silenced once again by pressed, glossy roses. Caleb's umpteenth yawn had been so contagious, her own lips wanted to part and her jaw wanted to slacken but the woman had been graceful enough to prevent herself from opening her mouth so wide. Icy cerulean eyes skimmed somewhere else while her blond saint buried his head into the crevasse that connected his arm and his forearm. She hadn't understand the reason as to why he had been yawning so much, he'd gotten a full night sleep at her house and this time, Lilly had made sure that she hadn't bothered him with overly cute moments to get his attention with. The blues swept around her eye socket and reverted to her tall angel, catching his glance just in time without no intention of doing so in the first place. The accidental catch had caused the little shy streak inside of her to cast away as if embarrassed without any rosy coats coloring her defined cheekbones. She has to admit, today had been a very sluggish day and Caleb had only made it slightly worse. And how many people are here again?" A glinting look returned upward toward the blond rock star before the curiosity expression diverted to where they were walking to. "A horde, probably." The impish smile created around her lips cornered into twitch of a smirk - her form of playfulness, knowing how the Valentine sweetheart sometimes disliked too big of an unknown crowd when it meant balls and too adult-ish things. Blues cast back up to gaze at his answering expressions to her words, but the deciding answer intercepted any other he had to quickly interject. "Hmm..." In her head, she made a quick recaps of how many people were attending although Phoenix hadn't told her about everyone going. It was a well-made assumption. Phoenix - one; Llyan - two; Paige - three; Frankie - four plus the lovebirds already made six and the assumed occupancy was Gerard - seven. "Around seven counting us." Her melodic voice sung lowly; there was no need to communicate in higher tones when only the exchange were between two individuals that were barely centimeters apart. The idle finger perched near the glossy lips slid down the soft, cool, porcelain skin before they rode down and bumped across her silvery necklace with two rings and swerved to trace down the contours of her skin-shaped pink tank that exposed if only an inch of her well shaped stomach. Below the inch met a white skirt with lightish pink tights and white heels to combine; even added heels with an inch to stumble didn't make the stunning vampire reach her preciously beloved. A set of a matching array of red accessories causing silvery jingles when she walked decorated simply the rest of her body and her complementing lush of crimson fell dead straight down her shoulders with curtaining bangs reaching her heightened-pluck eyebrows. The sudden warm sensation flaming up her arm caught the woman slightly off guard, feeling the tingling heat entwining between her slender fingers, breaking a light hearted smile across Lilly's thinned lips. Do you... Yes? The mental response had been almost automatic. Think there will be cake? Sigh. Typical move of Caleb, but it kept their flame burning as high as it had begun, even higher if it were possible. The movements of her pallid skin became closer to his tall frame before the tainted lips pressed closer to his hearing. "If there isn't, promise you I'll make some when we get home." Her left hand that had perched on his forearm slid down to their encountering hands before it fell idly against her hourglass form.

Click, blink; click, blink; click, blink; click, blink; SLAM, shudder. "This is very annoying." His heightened senses hadn't dodged, unfortunately, all the clicks and slams that reprocreated themselves each time the woman decided that her hormones didn't like the way she looked either in this dress or in those jeans. Thump, thump, thump, thump. A tapping sound now emanated from tapping shoes against the floor; the raven haired angel's silhouette was shadowing over the door frame now when the woman finally decided her final destination was her walk-in closet which could conveniently be another room for someone to even live with with all their necessities. For some forsaken reason, Gerard had found himself tied like a puppy dog to this woman and inside this house waiting for her when he could be doing stupid things and acting like a family man; it didn't obviously bring him much more happiness and fulfillment this woman strangely had, but pride wouldn't let him admit that he was attached to her like a child attached to his mother. It was truly annoying the way this audacious woman could stir emotions inside of him and how a simple subterfuge of her countenance could sometimes drop him down to his knees in confusion as to what he wanted. Unfortunately, the chagrin didn't wash away knowing his destination after this one was with her. Besides seeing her bustle about her room trying to find her purse, the only other thing Gerard could think that would happen was an egregious events of different assails spewing from Rio's mouth. Nevertheless, going away stung him in places he never knew he could ever be feeling emotional pain from. "There." His finger pointed to an elegantly perched purse near a night stand next to the bed. Women often lost their heads in the events of getting ready and this was probably the most agitating part of their time together.

Gray skin made steel-silver eyes disappear immediately. Hearing the same question for probably the billionth time hadn't been annoying enough to span further a stressed feeling that led to anger but it had been enough to cause him enough stress that only the numb sensations of his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose could currently coax and possibly--and hopefully--ebb. Preventing himself from currently answering afraid of the outcome of his answer, the silver-gene demon let several of blase sighs escape until the new
soothing sensation of his wife's kiss intruded into his mind and cropped any annoying feeling he had lingering inside about now. However, a smile had not covered his lips yet. The steel silvers reappeared only to dart away from her beautiful silhouette and focus momentarily on the girl that had probably never considered him a father. Although it was fine with him, Llyan perhaps wished that he could be in good ties with everyone of Phoenix's seeds. But that was an add on to his forming, frivolous problems. Instead, his head dodged again and marveled up Phoenix. As always, she had been the sign of beauty to his eyes, and even if his temper did leak out, he couldn't be mad at her nor anyone really. "Yes." His hand slid down from his face to fall down to one of the tables he was hovering over, sitting on a small, backless chair. "Sweetheart, for the last time, really, it's beautiful." To emphasize that he was being honest, his eyes scanned around the covering garland canopy despite the flat tones of a tired lover repeating himself. Standing up, his hand cupped around her defined facial features and kissed her forehead briefly before leveling with her yes. "Lilly will love it. She's a woman of simple taste. She'd like anything, trust me, I would know." With that statement, Llyan's well dressed form pressed gently against her, wrapping her in a tight embrace to give her a light hug before letting go to finish fixing himself up.

Sigh. It was the seventh time Frankie had tried on something useful to wear to this ball his beloved girlfriend had demanded him to attend to. Finally deciding on a white button up and a pink tie, the rest of his attire shaped into white pants and a hot pink stud belt with white dressing shoes. His hair was short enough not to mess with and black was something he decided wouldn't make him look decent enough for this event. Not wanting to upset his precious, the sluggish frame slunk down the stairs and into the room everything was set up, quickly scanning and distinguishing that besides the normal people he was around with, no one important yet had arrived, not even timely Lilly. It was odd to see her a bit late and odd to see she hadn't arranged the event. Scoffing at the sight of the rose themed garlands, Frankie drug his feet across the floor before taking a seat on the second to last step of the stairs before shrugging backwards, waiting for someone to notice, unintentionally disregarding stressed girlfriend hovering over the place in need of boyfriend attention.

[<3 eat it for breakfast.]

[Dara]

There was always comfort in her husband's warm embrace.It re-enforced the comforting words she had finally accepted as truth. It was with this comfort she at last let him go.Her gaze following him up the stairs. It didnt follow all the way though her gaze serrling on Frank. He looked out of place with his surrounding despite his formal attire. "Drink"She offered picking up a glass of wine (prepoured of course) offering it to him. At least it was a break towards conversation. "Is Kora finally asleep?"She added a second question hoping to lure Frank into speech in the hope he would relax a little.

"Im coming" Page's voice was quiet so not to wake her sleeping charges yet there was a irrated air at the imagined complaint. In fact there was none. Just her stepfather climbing the stairs. A soft blush tinted her cheeks when she realised her mistake. Llyan had done nothing nor said anything that demanded her removal from the hallway "Im Sorry..." the apology floated in the air, most likely unneeded or even unheeded, "Hes finally asleep"She offered in way of normal conversation. "I guess I should head downstairs ....."She offered up a rare but weak smile offering confidence she was severly lacking right now All Page craved right now was her boyfriend's touch. He was her calming force always and tonight she would need him that little bit more if she was to get through her Mother's dinner party.

[Little Lion]

A horde was a word that meant a numerous anti-wonder of synonyms and dragged out a list of first response imagery of crashing, mashing, smashing, scuffling, screaming, crying, pushing images. All the words were tightly associated with horde and it's associates; mob, masses and crowd. The celebrity lifestyle had taught him the complexities of those words, the love and hate that swayed as much as the people themselves. It wasn't just the movie star carpet walk kind of crowd. The music industry had a much more complicated audience who, often times had no manners in their youth. His mind was only allowed to wander down the terrifying, uncomfortable road for a few minutes before he was given a smaller, reasonable number, seven. The diminish of horde in his mind was so quick he felt his thoughts were vacuumed into a condense ball inside a large, spacious room. Just seven... His eyes twitched as the thought process behind them turned to relaxation. His mind clicked through the steps, forcing a breath in and his shoulders down as he repeated that he had nothing to worry about, seven was easy. Seven could easily have been the usual family dinner crowd at all Lilly's occasion. He doubted it would be any more bothersome then those. After drawing out a new conversation topic, cake, a subject near and dear to his naive, child heart, he seemed much more placated. The smile that took precedence on his face, replacing the frequent gaping yawns stayed well in place before twisting to the side with her reply. Their together time was frequent but that never diminished it in Caleb's eyes. Their downtime was typical cuddling, joking, frivolous games but whenever they committed to an activity, even as minuscule as making desert, the time built a new kind of bond. The playful intentions always flowered into a strong lover's bond usually started by typical ingredient throwing. However, time was time for Caleb and even been granted time in endless fashion, he acted like it was numbered. They had reached the door but he hesitated before knocking. "Good." He stretched their entwined hands up to his lips, touching her cool skin to his lips before bringing it back down to a comfortable level. "I'm holding you to it." Another charming smile, but it was quick - threatened by a yawn.


The queen's eyes danced back to Gerard and took their timing getting to the area in which he pointed. "Ah..." Her figure spun with speed and grace unnecessary though likely pushed by the thoughts of being late. However, after the hasty turn and given directions she danced off in the opposite direction. "Will you get it?" Her eyes slid under their painted cages to fix on Gerard. Words in question form meant nothing to her, she had deceived herself into believing every word she said would be followed with out hesitation. At times, the thought wasn't just in her head but the attitude eliminated quite clearly. The black dress was a slick party dress. The strapless number had a heart shaped cut, dipping in the middle of the chest, rising just a pinch and then dipping again before sliding around under the arms to the back. The right side of the dress started in the same black material but was broken up by a side of dark red lace that grew wider as it reached the bottom of the dress, where it flared out over the bottom of the skirt. The skirt of the dress hugged her figure in the way a young girl's party dress would, stopping short in club fashion. With each of her long, impatient strides the snug fit rose up her thighs. She would stop, tug everything down and the process would start again. Rio was a stunning woman when she acted like one, now wasn't one of those times. The four inch heels of her strapy, peep toe ankle boots made her strides all the more unbecoming but none the less she kept the majority of her balance. She had crossed the room to pick up a shrug to cover her bare shoulders for the night's travel. "You..." She was pacing back across the room, her eyes made miniature with scrutiny. Pausing in front of him, she placed her hands over her hips. "You clean up nice." She murmured reaching up her right hand to his tie giving it a pull for good measure.


[hardehar. it's something]

[Asphyxia]

[wish me luck]

Lilly's eyes spiraled downward to her feet; her eyes had been scrutinizing her attire for the billionth time probably, scanning to see if everything she had put on was in place. Her heels made a clicking stop in front of the door with Caleb, her eyes rotating back to her side to watch Caleb and his reaction to how many people were assured to come. Knock, knock, knock. Carefully studying, her expressions shadowed over, hoping Caleb would pipe down. It seemed he was okay with just the number she had given him, and her shoulders sagged back to her poised composure instead of stiffening in place. The new wave invading her hand as her adoration lifted it up changed her expressions completely, a shy complex finishing her stunning touches accompanied by a happy denote over her glossed, rosy lips. Her saint could always manage to do the cutest of things when their day seemed gloomy or crestfallen, and his childish nature with cake kept her in a secure place where her serene, motherly nature would automatically nurture and fall. It was these mindless little things they lavished the most and normally kept their temperamental, shallow little pool intact of the reality they were so much afraid of. A smile slowly curved the pressed contours of her lips as her boyfriend let her know that he'd keep her up to her word, and it was a promise. Their frivolous behavior with each other always kept little fun between them, and their bonding time composed of these things, like baking a cake. "You know I'd do it even if there were cake in the party." Lilly whispered lowly to herself, the composure returning back to her body from her love-struck haze to pay attention to the door and who would greet them to open it. Obviously, she expected the hostess, but any other surprises worried her mostly because of her little angel. This wasn't any usual crowd he was used to from raging, rabid fans in concerts, but people that could make an impact in his life if they were to show up more than usual, like in these little parties they had for entertainment and fraternizing gatherings.

To Gerard's relief, Rio had stopped her annoying and anxious pacing just for a purse she couldn't find. It begun to soothe the vampire's over-excited nerves, but to his dismay, the woman asked him to go to fetch it for her. His lips began to twist in the corners, the rest of them contorting into somewhat of a sarcastic smile. "Yes, dear." He simply responded with a grumble. AS much as he'd like to tell Rio off with some saucy remark, he couldn't bring himself to actually deny her either. She kept him in an endless leash, tugging each time he was being a bad dog and pulling off the good master card whenever it was useful to her. Reluctantly, he walked the few steps it took him to get to the night stand next to the bed, snatching the purse before walking back to his casual spot against the door frame in the entrance of the room. The clicks of her heels distracted him enough to cause him to look at her, the slow scan lowering down to the curvaceous figure temptingly swaying from side to side in a feline mannerism. Gerard as couldn't help but notice that her fitting dress rode neatly up her body and over exposing curves, not leaving much to the imagination, but at the same, leaving a lot Gerard's poor imagination. Momentarily, his focus got lost in the hypnotizing movement her legs offered as they paced once again in thought around her room in a wanton manor he wanted to have. His mind lately mind fucked him in what he really desired and what he craved, and right now, the signals pulsated over his nerves, telling him he wanted her and salivate over her like a stupid, gawking teenager. Of course, he would never let himself be caught in such a stupid position especially in front of the woman. His alabaster hand slowly raised to wipe across his lips, rotating upward and sliding between the bridge of his nose and sprawling in opposite directions to stroke over his eyes, snapping out of his momentarily unrealistic desire. His mind had stabbed a signal in his stomach that Rio was no approaching and her lips were parting and silhouetting in a way to speak words he was afraid of hearing. You... you clean up nice. The digits fixated over his well-combed hair neatly straightened to accentuate his features, combing into the raven locks momentarily before his arm dropped to his side in sync with her arm raising to tug at his tie. The glassy becoming of bright greens fixated with a haze on her stunning countenance, skimming through her eyes and peering through his locks to focus on her defined features, marveling the piece of art work she really was. A smile twitched into life on the corner of his lips but the stifle created a twisted smirk/frown that caused him to press his lips together to lick them from the inside. The pulling allure had grown stronger, his body seemed to want to attach to hers and relive a forsaken moment that was forbidden to ever speak of in their immortal life ever again to anyone. His features became a bit closer to hers, the pull dominating the strings of his body but the sense hauled him to a forceful, hesitant stop before he could enclose them together in any way and get slapped for it later on. "Thanks." Those words were the only ones his throat could allow him to speak and his mind to formulate for the time being. "You do too..." along with the annotation, his eyes gave a quick skim down her body but immediately rose up, his hand interjecting the purse between their bodies. "Here's... your purse."

Llyan's dismay was to part from his beloved, but it had to be done quick. He'd return immediately anyway, it's not like it was forever a goodbye or something. While his feet dragged him upstairs slowly, his eyes scanned the trajectory he had to trek before a new voice snapped him from his path and caused him to stop in front of Paige. It was the girl he wished would talk to him, one of his wife's children he probably hadn't gotten acquainted with. The tension was awkward, Llyan wasn't a charmer or had any way with words, but he still wished there was some kind of relationship between them or some terms they would talk in, even if it were simple, cute greetings. That's all he asked for, and alas, she had spared a few conversational words he could work with, but his body seemed frozen in time, his black, feathery wings idly moving behind him. "I'll be quiet, then." A small, shy smile rippled across his lips, a gray hand moving locks of his ebony hair away from his face. It was at this moment Llyan realized he couldn't hold more words without going into a nervous outbreak, his feet compulsively beginning to step in rhythm but he had stopped himself in time to at least voice somewhat of his troubles. "Hey, you... want to help me choose my outfit? I'm pretty sure you have your mother's fashion sense, and I'd probably ruin the style of the party."

Although Frank's anti-social nature got him to a slump in the bottom of the stairs, his sweetheart's mother always seemed to have a natural charm and ease up the moment. "I don't know," Frank said lowly, his light greens targeting the glass before picking it up and mumbling a thank you, tucking it in his lips and taking a small, comforting sip. Frankie, for Paige and for Gerard had promised to quit his alcoholic abuse, but a whine on occasions without over doing it wasn't crossing the line yet. "Thanks." His mind reeled from the dry smell of the drink to the door that had knocked several of times. "That must be Lilly." Frank spoke as a momentary smile crossed over his lips. He was right, Lilly had always been on time and never failed even once. Gazing up to Phoenix before fixing a lose pink tie over his neck, Frankie took another sip from the comfort of his deep desires. "You want me to get that?"

[Dara]

Llyan's sweet shy smile was returned by a warm smile of her own. Hers was warm and compassionate. "Thanks, I dont want him waking up and ruining Mom's party" The fact her stepfather seemed nervous helped her relax a little. Maybe talking to her stepfather wasnt going to be so hard after all. "Sure.... dad" The word sounded odd on her lips. Gerard had been the only man besides her real father that had seemed to fit the word.Llyan it just didnt fit, yet. But she wanted to set him at his ease, and she would do what it take,
"I thought Mom had set something out for you?"She asked trying to rember if Phoenix had mentioned it"Better get dressed soon Lilly and Caleb will be here soon" It was a soft warm mothering tone, wholly inappropiate for him maybe. She wasnt so sure as she headed for his clothes closet
Finding she was right she soon located his suit Phoenix had indeed set out. "Need anything else?"She asked handing him the outfit before turning to leave so Llyan to dress in peace.


Phoenix offered him a warm smile as she took a sip of her wine.She was quiet as her daughter's adoration. "Yes it must" She agreed unable to hide the sigh or relief. It was always nice to see her friends and there renewed her purpose tonight.She was instantly returned to her role of Hostess "Thanks Frank but Ill get it, you relax and enjoy your drink. Hopefully Page and Llyan will be down soon"
With graceful steps she glided over to the door opening it greeting those behind it joyusly"Lilly, Caleb How are you" She smiled ushering them in "Im so glad you could come, can I offer you a drink or anything?"

[Little Lion]

The love struck expression stayed contented on the young man's face. The muted elation touched his narrowly parted lips into a smile that curved along and set his eyes glancing off to the side in nervous mannerisms to control his composure. However, his body as a whole radiated a serenity pulled from the cool presence of his girlfriend next to him. Her response, however mumbled, had created enough of a tone for him to pick up and though he had not tuned his mind to decipher the message, the idea that a sweet response had been relayed was enough for him. Caleb sucked in a breath just as the door created it's own quiet suction, being pulled open to a shower of lights, silhouetting a lithe figure. A professional, broad smile instantly swept Caleb's face as he as greeted by his cousin hostess. "Hey Phoenix." The words rolled with casual warmth off his tongue cut held some reserve. Phoenix was his cousin but their relation was distant and she was his elder by several years, facts of which put him at unease and caused him to have a high level of respect and proper manners. His hand slipped from Lilly's and placed fingertips on the small of her back, signaling that he, of course, would give his fair lady the first entrance into the household. The buildings lavish decorations were coaxing his eyes off in every direction at once. A sparkle here, elaborate roses twisted in an unending bouquet over there created for him a visionary field day. Phoenix voice was a distant chiming in the back of his mind, like the tv on downstairs. "Oh, nothing for me yet." His voice was as distant as she sounded to him but he was forcing his eyes back around to Phoenix. Another rehearsed smile, "Thanks." Caleb's reserved politeness was charming but lacked the easiness of his older brother's alluring kind which made you feel like you were talking to an old friend. In public, Caleb was the well mannered, reserved child (with good looks to help him along where it counted). He only dazzled on the rare occasions where the host invited him to play something, piano, violin, guitar or perform something vocal and there he was in a comfort zone - entertainment. There he was eased out of the stuffiness of the social elite and back into his own shoes. His eyes made it in full circle back to Lilly. She was his lifeline when he couldn't reach the limelight. On these unfortunate party nights, he relied on her to coach him through all his whining and clinginess, like a mother to a small child, buck up and fly straight. The unfortunate blonde was appreciative of his beautiful savior and the work she invested in him such as simple conversational coaching. "This looks really good, by the way." He glanced at Phoenix and then pointed around. Point one with the girlfriend, he had remembered to compliment the host. That was one favor point closer to cake, he could handle this. It was easy so far.



Rio's hand came back to rest at her side, arched delicately over her thigh so that only her finger tips touched and the decorated appendage looked as though it was ready to violently spring off the tender spot and launch a second assault against Gerar'ds attire. She shifted her weight to the right leg with a singing exhale of satisfaction. Somehow, despite Gerard having dressed himself prior to meeting her, the tug of the tie had made him her masterpiece, he was incomplete with out it. She supposed that now he was worthy enough to be seen in public with her, hence her rather venomous compliment that he "cleaned up nice". However, she began to notice something askew about her voluntary prisoner. It dawned on her very slowly, like the creeping of daylight into the long winter night. Slowly, the vixen became aware of the silence Gerard was letting settle in the room. His usual quick witted response, of which she had prepared for by closing off at least half of her focus power, was instead a silence that induced the other half of her unfocused attentions to revert from their future plannings, tune into her vicinity and listen. Her attentions however, were of course listening to nothing more then the estranged couple's tension wrought silence. She could hear the piercing numb of it, an icy emptiness in her ears and the electronic screech you imagine in absolute silence. Yet, as she caught his dull, fixated stare, even the screaming silence became muted, inverted into it's own high pitched noise until it was choked into silence. Both of the woman's powdered and painted features puckered. First, between the eyes in a slow squint drawn up from the muscles above the cheeks and then in the lips to complete her quizzical countenance. The glassy look in his eyes denoted the words of strange thoughts but she couldn't decipher where his mind could have gone to in those moments and what on earth it had found to be thinking. She could feel the friction that had settled between them in their closeness. The friction intensifying with his closer lean. It was a crackling electricity that she had thrived to constantly create between them in order to disturb his mental balance. Now, at it's peak, she had failed to recognize the friction full bloom. Failed because, for once, she was not intentionally trying to create it and evoke a response from his previously uninterested being. Not ironically, her failed attempts had never evoked such the natural response and therefore, she was blind to nature's stronger power over her own. It was out of her reasoning that nature could make Gerard more enticed by her then she could.
Finally, his voice offered her a crackled response to assure her he had not become mentally deranged. Her head inclined to right as her lips parted for her grumbling response- she had seen his eyes dodge this time. "I'm up here, sweetie-pie." Her eyes were bearing into his, trying to figure out just where on her figure the glassy, twin greens had been focusing for so long with out her previous noticing and if they were going there again. Her squint grew stiffer and her nose made a quick wrinkle of mock disgust as she snatched the purse between their bodies. Both of them knew, she liked it. "Thank you." Her voice was sharp but sincere enough for the trivial matter. Her right foot stepped off tot he side and she pointed towards her door. "Let's go," she took a step with her left foot and intentionally brushed into him to deliver a scurrilous whisper, "Manwhore."

[Asphyxia]

[this means nothing to meee, cause you are nothing to me, and it means nothing to me that you blew this away~]

The door flew open just to catch the goddess attention. The cerulean eyes flickered from her adoration and to the person hovering over the door with a contrast of pure color and a bright red. It would be awkward if EVERYONE had come in the same color, and the coincidence that everyone dressed for the occasion so beautiful and in the same span of color gave the princess the impression of a themed party -- which it was. But there was more to that comfort zone, something about dressing up and seeing everyone in the same spirit dawned and elated warmth inside of her. This was her level headed bliss in second place and in first would always be her precious treasure, the thing she mothered and spoiled the most as much as the other did the same with her: Caleb. The small hovering touch in the back awoken the dazzling beauty from her momentary gawk at the hostess. She had to admit, Phoenix could throw a party as great or even greater than hers. Her icy orbs trailed to different places and scattered at the garlands and rose decorations, springing a dizzying smile over her astonishing countenance. The smile broadened into a more warm welcomed one, her eyes darting back to Phoenix as if reeling into reality. The step her left leg took brought her down to Earth a little more, the click of her stilettos awakening more of her senses as she took another step further, the step Caleb had allowed her to take like a gentlemen. "Hi Phoenix." The melodic voice spoke in its usual silvery soprano before the lips gracefully returned to the marveling smile prior to her greeting. The shapely form of the goddess breezed into the house before taking a place not far from the door and near her adored rock star. Most of the time making small coaching chit chats with her boyfriends kept her in a secret reality without wanting to break out and run. As her eyes scanned around through all the rosy works, her eyes spotted the familiar frame of Frankie, someone she had worked for for the longest time and treasured as well. Frankie was one of her boys, and the motherly nature always surfaced whenever she was around the band. But now her nurturing personality held the heart for someone else, someone that in return for her caring loved her and spared her the attention she needed, not the one she wanted. Her slenderly, snowy hand lifted in the air and hovered from side to side to wave at Frank who waved back a little, distracted with his wine. As her mentality once again returned to the works of the party and the person who had invited the love birds, her hand traveled back to her beloved, her fingers easily lacing between his, molding as they were designed for her digits. "It really is." Lilly made the statement easily flow with her airy tone along with Caleb's easy going one. That her sweetheart could at the least remember some of the things she had reminded him of gained a smile over her stained lips, the painted lashes fluttering several of times before spotting the desired cake her boyfriend so much allured for. It was then she remembered the offering of drinks. Although Lilly could easy mimic and had grown fond of human food and beverages, it wasn't something she quite craved and or desired. "None for me either, thank you. Although..." her slender finger pointed toward the table with sweets. Something she knew Caleb would scout for whenever he was done with his rehearsed lines. "I will take some of those chocolate roses that look very exquisite and delightful, if you don't mind."

[cause you could have been number one if you only found the time and you could have ruled the whole world if you had the chanccceee.]

In the time it took Rio to take her purse back from his hands, Gerard had notice the small falter in her place and the quizzical stare marveling him, wondering. Gerard knew all this, if you looked at women the right way instead with eyes full of lust, it got them to think. Although they were always thinking and although the woman was always studying the next moves with her sharpened, burning vision, the studying was that of curiosity and the want grew stronger. The want pulled at his strings and marred more of his senses so only the vision of a pleasant Rio invaded his mind but the tainted vision blurred away into something way worse. Her high strung, sharp remark came crashing into his ears like a horrible heard sound of someone trying to scream their head off because someone died. The voice had been screech enough to get back his dazed attention to the sudden grumble tagged somewhere in her usual sentences. "My eyes are up there." Gerard's voice mumbled between his alabaster lips before they scattered away at the let's go part. Their moment, however non existing, had been ruined from every angle possible. Her whispered manwhore sprung a smile across his features, hiding the turmoil rising and warming underneath his skin. An array of remarks and retaliations formulated in his mind and itched over his tongue almost spilling over his lips but the quiet the ride was, the more he enjoyed it. It was sufficient the thought that she was enjoying the heated tension between them and the more he build it up, the more she rejected it but the more she accepted it inside. Satisfaction puzzled back his features before he followed behind her, but a sudden realization inside of him made him snap back into the Gerard he had been always, not the puppy dog tied to a leash like a moronic fool. He had fallen to the whims of a woman before and it was happening again, to his dismay. The fact was, even though this woman pissed him off, she also knew the right things to do to keep him at bay and attached to her like a long lost love that could never be replaced and always kept a treasured place inside his heart. His arm reached out and grabbed her, pulling her towards him before mirroring their greens even though one was taller than the other. The speculating skim that his bright greens gave her face was both of impulse and desire, a strange desire to loose himself into her skin and the sea of the glare in her eyes. Either they were going to get to the party like a heated couple, fighting before their joyful event or like a pair that wanted to be with each other. The former was most likely to happen. "You like it..." the hovering over her features increased the phantom pull to enclose the space but something along the lines of pride and a little nudge at the back of his head had stopped him from getting closer into her bubble. His lips brushed very quietly over her cheeks before his grip loosened and the man took a step away from her frame to swerve over her figure and get into the car to take her to the event. Cold water. [xD I couldn't help myself]

"Boys will be boys, right?" An easy going, huffed laugh escaped Llyan's lips as he walked with a softer pace toward his room, until the word "dad" coming out of her lips caught him off guard and stifled his pose. That was a new one. The only people he'd heard call him dad was Morgan and Lenix, his biological children. He had faintly heard his wife's other children call Gerard father, and that had him a tad jealous, not that he should be, but he had eventually shrug it off. The ones that really mattered were his, but deep within, he still wanted some relationship between them to ease his paranoid heart that none of them actually hated him without getting to know him. A nervous but practiced smile covered his lips before he followed Paige to his room once again, trying to mumble something along the lines of a, "Thanks, sweetie." It was the best he could come up with; correct grammar wouldn't let him interject the word daughter into the sentence without it being correct, so it was the next best thing. And as she predicted, Phoenix had chosen clothes and set it out for him on their bed. Thankful again, he turned to the girl and gave a dismissing shake of his head, casing his black locks to stumble across his forehead. "Oh no. That... was it, I guess. Thanks again." With that, and a little shy smile, Llyan went to change into the adjoining bathroom inside the master bedroom.

As Frankie watched Phoenix walk away, a small tune took over his head and lightly whispered through his lips as he partook in another sip of the wine offered to him by the beautiful hostess. When Lilly walked in, and the familiar sing song soprano filled the air, his senses perked up just a tad. Watching the rock star boyfriend walk in caused a bigger smile, but his body piped down from the sudden electricity. He wanted to go greet her, go hug her, but the high strung dog had to stay put and act accordingly to the sophisticated ambient. Now that the hyper senses had soothed over a little bit, with the glass of wine, Frank went to greet both Lilly and her date with a simple, "Hey guys," while is hand made its way over to Phoenix to offer her her drink back. Now that the party was getting its source of life, a warmth sensation crossed over him, the thrill of new people joining in and making this a pass time to joyous occasions and acquaintances to mostly fraternize in one big loving family. His mouth had opened a little bit to speak but began to fidget with the ring at the corner of his lips, his attention caught back as Llyan made his entrance by banging down the stairs with a contrasting light gray tux with pale pink trimmings, cuffs and tie. The colors went well enough that they weren't as distracting but they also coordinated with his skin tone and other natural colors, like the faint shimmer of his eyes or the color of his hair. "Lilly! Caleb! You guys made it! I'm glad you're here." The excited smile crossing over his lips caused his feathery black wings to twitch to life a little as he greeted the couple and took his respected stance next to his wife, his arm snaking around her waist easily.

[Dara]

"Are you sure Caleb?"Phoenix inquired eager to be doing something host-like, Instead she ushered both her guests in, inquiring if she should take there jackets. A soft smile appeared on her lips. Llyan had been right all along in the simple fact that both Lilly and Caleb had both complimented and liked how she had transformed the room. "A chocolate of course"Phoenix scooped up the plate and offered it to Lilly, intending her friend choose the one she desired "Kora helped with those, "It was with pride she spoke of her grandson.The things he achieved despite his blindness always amazed her. Like cooking this afternoon, he had begged to help, and done so with relative ease. Granted it had been the simple tasks such as placing the ingredients in the bowl ,and stirring it.Tasks that she could supervise and guide the young boy in and keep him from under his mother's feet.
"So I hope you like them. Although he did assure me they tasted perfect"Smiling she offered the plate next to Caleb. "Would you like one too Caleb. Kora will be pleased you both tried one." It wouldn't only be Kora that would be pleased if they liked her sweets , so would Phoenix herself.

The encounter with Llyan left her unnerved. Almost instantly she had realized by his pauses, that to give him half the title he deserved was it seemed a small mistake. One Llyan seemed to take in his stride.Something she was grateful for. Finding herself dismissed from his company, she headed down the stairs to find Frank. Whom she planned to stick by his side. Caleb wasn't the only one who was nervous about this evening , so was she.
Reaching the bottom of the stairs, it took her a moment or two to locate her beloved boyfriend. He was as she suspected over by the doorway. Judging by the voices Lilly and Caleb had arrived but where was Gerard. Shouldn't her cherished father be here already? She hadn't seen Gerard for the longest time and it was still hinged on a maybe on whether he'd show up tonight.
It took her a few minutes to reach Frank's side.Quietly she took the glass, biting her lip to stop herself rebuking him for the Wine. His drink problem was always on her mind but tonight wasn't the forum Not here at her mother's party. Later Maybe. Silently she attempted to intertwine her fingers with his. Her reason was simple. She needed the security of his touch. That and wanting to claim his attentions for a moment or two. "Kora's asleep finally"She informed quietly of their son's current state."And you look perfect baby. Has there been any news of da..." She paused hearing Lilyan's voice behind her "Any news of Gerard. Is he coming or not?" As she listened to her stepfather greet there guests it was then she realized she should too. "Lilly and Caleb hey..."

"There you are" Phoenix murmured softly smiling as she felt the familiar embrace of her husbands touch. His appearance pleased her, the clothing she had picked for him suited him perfectly."Are you going to try a chocolate rose too Llyan? "She asked wanting to see all satisfied that her family was content and happy.