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Post by Asphyxia on Mar 9, 2010 0:19:24 GMT -7
Tic, toc. Tic, toc. Tic, toc. Tic... TOC. The ticking minutes seemed to go by with a slow, annoying ring, not passing fast enough to coax down the heated turmoil simmering into the air. The air had grown thick, the cool breeze filling the parched walls whilst condensing the particles of water traveling down in the mirroring glass atop a porcelain sink. A few feet away was found the impatient paced taps of heels clicking against the linoleum. A transparent liquid rushed through a blank capsule, showing the time expanse that was required to wait. Next was another small capsule but wider with faded lines reassembling a baby blue color, transitioning into cerulean, slowly solidifying into an faded indigo and finally transforming into a natural blue highlighted with white and next to it a twin of the same color. "No." It had been the tenth time the same pregnancy stick gave the same answer: positive. The same question coursed through her head. It was the same question any caught off-guard teen would ask: "How could this happen to me?" and "What did I do wrong?" usually tagged along with "I was careful, how could this happen?" "NO." Denial was the first step of the hormone rage to come. Along with a mound of pregnancy tests, the white one held between pallid fingers with a clear pink cap was tossed forcefully into the trash bin with a sharp clatter, bouncing off the others and thumping against the edges of the can before nestling with a crunch on the bagged receptacle. "No... no." A forceful shake of the head waved around untamed locks of fiery red before they fell in place upon exposed shoulders before tumbling around violently and rippling at the ends. The state of shock had her in a stifled position with either hands on the sink while the mirror gave a sickening image of the dazzling beauty of the red headed vampire.
This was the hardest part of being the father of a grown up daughter old enough to do things his past quieted. Facing the precious face accompanied with the usual big eyes that tore apart hearts and broke others easily. The hardest fact to accept was that the daughter wasn't their little princess anymore; the tiny, innocent adoration that had a taste for overly cute antics and thought the world was composed of bunnies and gushing rainbows. Now there was a tangible bridge that crossed over to boys, glitter and make up. The world now revolved around the rosy stages of love and the beneficial facts that it would eventually turn into a family. Making up the world to be about sugar and candy had been far way to easy. Giving a pep talk about future decisions and how a boyfriend was going was the epitome of failure. Literally. Lestat could and would choose anything else to give a speech about just to dodge one day confronting the surreal fact that he had to give his daughter "that talk." After half an hour of debating whether he should or shouldn't, Lestat found himself in front of Lilly's room. He had made sure Caleb went scouting things for his beautiful treasure to have the opportunity to talk--the sooner than later although the latter always sounded appealing. Gathering an unnecessary gust of wind, the man brought himself inside the room just as a loud "NO!" resounded. The scattering attention was brought to the shut door of her adjoined bathroom. At least he knew where to find her. Without another hesitation. Lestat quietly leaned against the white glass, listening for further information, part of him inside hoping that this would be a distraction enough not to want to interrupt her to get him out of the place. Part of him, the fatherly part, guilt tripped him into having to stay in place. The ghostly hand traveled from the glass down to the doorknob creating little noise before his left leg took a step ahead of him just as another scream caught his attention. "I cannot be pregnant. I thought vampires couldn't be pregnant!" A lump settled deeper into his throat, cutting all air and available voiced sentence the man was about to make. The door began to fade and a swarming black began to swallow the surroundings slowly before everything was an empty abyss of nothing. The citrus yellow eyes fixated with a glassy daze on the knob he was holding, the grasp was becoming a numb embrace upon his body with a crackling solidness. The rigged composure had crumbled down to a slide against the wall; the cold, solid acceptance was a penetrating, warping sensation of where he stood. Of all the ironic things that could happen in a day, the fretful talk had gotten to the finish line first instead of the usual chastise/pep talk from the parental consent. His precious little girl was developed to the point her body could hold such a creature inside of her. The sudden realization came next. It warped his mentality further into little warm events until finally settling the picture on a face, the face of the boyfriend for charming his precious little angel and taking away what was left of being naive from her, her innocence, what still kept her a little girl in his shallow reality, in the mentality that nothing could ever happen to a father enough to give him a phantom heart attack. The picture pulsated into solid colors, into solid facial features and a red film tinted around the edges before blurring the picture into a burning oblivion before the warm sensation heated up into a rising temperature, slowly effervescing an unnecessary turmoil, waking up the shocking monster of a demanding father. Princess say what? As his image shattered, the door opened. Lestat had subconsciously let himself inside the bathroom to marvel at an immaculate daughter with feline eyes, angel carved features, hereditary coloured hair and a woman's body enough to get anyone's attention in its movements. "You're... pregnant?"
"Father... no. I mean... no. It's not what you think." The hourglass form slithered a step backward before standing in front of the trash bin a notch too late. Lestat's eyes had recovered from the bin pouring with pregnancy tests stating all the same thing: positive. "Caleb... got you pregnant?" At first Lilly hadn't registered the father's somber expression, the blank eyes staring wide at her and the statue composure of her understand, overprotective father. It hadn't dawned in her, the only reasoning had been shock overwhelming him too that this announcement had gathered to unheard ears but the impact punched her downright in the stomach, leaving her with a tumbling, dizzying mindset. Her precious creator's mindset now would be on killing her adoration, the boyfriend she so much protected and kept close, the thing she mostly wanted in this world to live among others that fell in a secondary category. Her lifeline would be settled upon saving him first instead of saving herself, and now the discovery without explanation had a sour aftermath in her taste buds. A tingling sensation overpowered her slender fingers, the want and need to secure her sweetheart in her arms for an unsettling reassurance. She had to know he'd be safe, that her overprotective father would go into irrational thoughts and give into his instinct side, the side that was the hunter and not the desired prey. "Now dad let's calm down," her hands lifted into the air and skewed as she slowly paced away from him. "I know what you're thinking--" "Do you, Lillian? That boy... planted his SEED in you." His clawed digits stabbed blindly through the air before pinching the bridge of his nose, sprawling apart to rub against his eyebrows and press down against his eyeballs before dropping his hand idly over his chest, fiddling along with the frilly laces of his shirt and circling around the buttons of his golden vest. The bewildered look contorting his features turned away leaving only the bouncing traces of his blond curls behind. "Where are you going? Dad!" The goddess rushed behind him, the clicks a muted thump against the linoleum floor, muting further into the carpet of her room to follow down the hall and down the set of stairs that spiraled down horizontally until reaching the main entrance where she outrun her father before exiting the French front doors. "Where are you going?" "Lillian, get out of my way." On word, the girl moved by sidestepping, letting the estrange father walk away with blinding speed and exit the doors. "I've got to tell Caleb..."
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Further now the vampire found himself halted b the wide span set of doors in a strange little castle. If he remembered correctly, this is where Rio was dwelling now-a-days. Bringing his hand further to the door, his balled fist slammed into the doors, demanding a quiet entrance.[and this is my crap. enjoy twin xD]
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Post by Little Lion on Mar 14, 2010 9:12:51 GMT -7
[mmm, let's see if I can post before noon xD I've never tried before. ps - this doesn't effect anything but when I was in bio, I saw a pretty monkey, a golden lion tamarin and I decided I wanted to use one somewhere xD this one is named Lisbon. but pss - this is a little crappy. I was empty on the whole greeting ordeal xD]
A bitter-sweet melody engulfed the house, pulsating from it's insides a quick, ivory melody. The piano was accompanied by a quiet voice sent dancing through octaves with no regard to the difficulty in the changes from one extreme to the next. The birdsong female voice never wavered under it's racing nor cracked under the more extreme ranges, it simply raced along traveling as smoothly and sweetly as the swaying, fragile figure it escaped from. "How can you jubilate sitting in cages never taking wing?" The voice scaled up an octave and settled on a note with quick vibrato. At the peak of her hold, the piano faulted slamming down on a low chord, defying the perfection of the voice which sent the delicate singer into a spastic jump, shrinking into a thin pole like shadow of herself. The pianost sharp greens squinted under a sloping cut of brown hair. As her head turned, the brown ends flung out by the quick force and her squinted eyes now burned somewhere into the sunlit hallway. "Ugh." Rio's delicate fingers slipped from the keys and balled into fists while her shoulders slid back to counter act in a relaxing shrug. She turned back to the right to face the scared stiff singer. "I'm sorry. That was beautiful, sweetie." Rio's voice was quiet and sweet as though it had been touched by the beauty of the singer's voice. It was simply a rarity for the outside world to hear sweet, love stricken sincerity and, as of this moment would still remain so. "We have a guest." She announced to the young girl, a smile crossing her lips. "Why don't you step outside, Eva. Run through whatever you want. And here, take Lisbon with you." The throne-less queen extended her arms to the corner of the piano where she scooped up a rather large ball of golden fur and tossed it to the floor. The ball sprawled out, producing arms, legs and a tail and scurried across the floor to the extended hand of Evita. "And if he stays up a tree, you know he hates to be left. He'll come to you." She was standing now. An unusual motherly look was plastered on her face with the disheartened sigh. She looked like she was letting her child go on a playground the first time. The young girl was already holing the monkey and placed by the back exit but was waiting for one phrase. It was an absurd phrase that seemed irrelevant to a girl like her yet every member of her family said it to her rather then giving her a goodbye. "Be good, Evita." With a smile, the mother turned and a with a few long strides got herself to the doorway.
The small crack of the opening door was quickly filled with Rio's casually clad figure. Her left hand stayed on the door knob but her right hand moved to the front of her shirt, pulling down on the layers of black lace ruffles that scored down the center of the grey tank which fell over simple dark washed jeans. "Lestat." The slender eyes relaxed into a wide stance stricken with surprise to see the notorious vampire standing rather impatiently on her doorstep. Her hand relaxed of the door letting it swing the rest of the way open. She stepped to the side and extended an arm, "Come in." The words had to be drawn out of her and they still sounded restrained and unsure. The nature of his visit was so obscured from her and the visit enough so unusual that she was at a loss of polite words for him, unsure of which fit their relation. She had only run into Lestat a few times before, both of them keeping strange separate lives despite the clear devotion of their children to each other. She began to guess that perhaps that was the reason for his visit, their children. It had been their only reason for intentionally meeting in the past, why would they change it now? "How are things?" The question came out in warm, chipper casual tone. However, aside from her family, the woman was horribly double sided and Lestat hadn't been spared the fate. Her sentence was crafted to go straight for the reasons of his unannounced visit however the other side of it, by being delivered in such impromptu fashion, was for the truth of the matter asserted and gave him an escape to prolong getting to the point by placing frivolous conversation first, thus pretending the question she had asked him was on how his welfare actually was. She knew of course either way he chose to answer would give her what she was looking for, either the situation or the severity of it. A direct answer meant it would be something of a problem, a prolonging by the customary polite fore-talk would mean that it was a problem that could wait to be dealt with. Rio took a breath and broke her racing thoughts. It amazed her how often and how quick she schemed and mostly off of the most simplest of things. A tingle of superiority moved down her spine causing her to cross her arms to ward off the chilling sensation. Her right hand then moved to tuck her hair, to short for the bun, behind one ear but the hair proved just to short for this act as well. "Uhm..." Her voice struck a nervous chord and said nothing more. The same hand waved through the air to her right side where she was leaning towards a drawing room. She didn't ask if he would like a seat, she simply walked towards the room knowing the well mannered Lestat would follow.
[itunes xD I couldn't help this] The town was slipping behind the tall saint. He had been sent on some strange errand that even he didn't fully understand but had returned with something to show for it. A few small bags were tucked into his left hand and a lollipop was tucked into the right side of his mouth. The simple shopping errand had taken longer then usual, he had walked for starters, gotten lost, distracted, hassled, haggled, shuffled, mobbed, grabbed, signed an autograph on a piece of fruit, had the same song stuck in his head all day and became very, very confused. For the most part, he had managed to save himself. The bottoms of his jeans were a little dirty and his hair, perfectly disheveled was looking a little tired, perhaps a little blown about. However, somewhere along the trip he had gotten the blowpop and the sugary sweetness had aided his wheeling mind with childhood happiness and placed bursting, cherry, warmth in his heart. The castle his beloved shared with him had been in view for quiet some time but now, he could see the simple details that promised him it was only a few more yards. Inside, he felt like Shadow in Homeward Bound, he just wanted to get his beaten self home! Running seemed like a little much to him and the day was still nice so, he would retain some adult qualities and suffer walking the rest of the way. Despite this minor set back, his spirits were still soaring. He had accomplished his task, was about to see his girlfriend and still had a blow-pop, what more could he ask for? He was humming into the lollipop the same song that was in his head all day even as he came up to the door step. His eyes were lowered to glance at the same old welcome mat simply used for the mud catching aspect. It was cheesy in his opinion. He brought his left hand up to his face and among all the bag handles managed to grab hold of the lollipop stick. "There must be something inside." The song he had been humming was free to grace his vocals in full words now and, indulging in his singer's instincts, he complied and let the words tumble off his lips. "No one's gonna tell me, what's wrong or what's right..." He fidgeted with the door, managing to get it open with his freer right hand. "or who to eat with, sleep with..." The door swung open and he stifled the next few lines with his lollipop turning the words into indistinguishable, musical grunts. The tall singer loped into the house, swinging his treasures at his side and even sending the bags in a full circle knowing the force would keep the items in the bags. His sky blue eyes were filled with gleaming life and were moving eagerly through the vast spaces of the castle for signs of his beloved, most distinguishable in the form of striking red locks. Lucy, I'm home! The sing song words struck in his mind causing his lips to twitch a smile around the paper stick. He set the bags down on a table and brought his empty hands back for the lollipop. The now empty lips parted to join in harmony with the quizzical look sweeping his face. He was counting the seconds before the angel found him. From their daily lives he knew that if he wasn't to spot her first, then she of course would find him.
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Post by Asphyxia on Mar 14, 2010 16:34:05 GMT -7
The slight little patience absorbed in the impatient taps of his moccasins slimmed along with the ringing noise overwhelming the tapping one. In its place began a loud thumping noise accompanied with a slight hum as the vibrating sounds of the tapping began to fill in place along with the effervescing impatience saturating into his features. The balled fist that had been dropped idly to the side and loosened the tight curl of the digits slowly began to spring to life once again and slide further into the palm before creating another fist, ready to attack the door. The tapping ceased once the sucking sound of the door hovered open and the familiar curvaceous silhouette of Rio took its place. The time traveling mind regained back the reality coloring plainly in his view and the simmering arrogance poising over his body language composed itself into something a little less lifeless and demanding. The eyebrows took a slimmer line instead of its sharp edged corner but the yellow citruses kept a staring smolder fixated on the door before they dodged around the first curve intruding the view and skipped immediately to the goddess' face. Lestat. The infamous word resounded in his ears with a familiar noise, the noise of wanting to find somewhere within him to smile as the sound of his name spoken by this new tone, a tone unheard in quite a while. The inviting words were an odd, distant disregard in his registering mind, but he finally snapped back, his stare become less farther away than it had been when set on her features. A simple nod was accompanied by one of his sickeningly aristocratic smiles colored over his countenance and brightened the tightened planes a little before dragging his lost self inside the house. Her voice was enough to warp him into another mentality but not enough to drag him away from the real problem that was haunting him -- his precious little princess pregnant. He paused courteously near her, lingering for guidance, still keeping some sense of unkempt chivalry inside of him. The trajectory of his thoughts had split in two, a battling of how to answer to this woman. The turmoil gathering inside of him wanted to struck the sentence and get it over with, and Lestat was a prideful man but he still kept some sort of respect for women. It was engraved somewhere in his brains that women were kept in a place where they should be treated like princess, much like he treated h is daughter but a littler less even if it had been a facade. It was a way of persuasion, a way of getting what they wanted. But this was not a matter of that time. The other thought took a new course over in what way should he formulate his sentence without getting her delicate little soul torn. But Rio was powerful woman with three kids of her own, strong of will. Lestat hadn't only seen her in the family act like he had played along but had seen her in her bad times as well. He knew something was hidden behind that flawless mask of rehearsed politeness. His form of execution was still in questioning, but his lips worked faster than his brain in times like these. "Bad. Terrible, I'm afraid." His words were kept to outstanding words regarding the past with the accent hinted in the last spoken sentence. As he followed along with her figure, obviously ushered to follow along, he took a seat. Maybe his head would compose then and would form words but his impulses were getting ahead of him and he couldn't prompt in a silence before formulating a coherent and pleasant way to speak his thoughts. "It has to do with our children..." the tactless father shot his hand up to his forehead before slightly mopping two of his digits across his skin, letting them fall across the contours of his facial features. "Lilly is pregnant. Your son planted a seed in my little girl! How do you react to this?! They're kids!" This is the part where Lestat was losing his head. Caleb seemed like such an ice, naive and childish guy but the perfect type where he didn't have to deal with this. "My precious little girl! He just stripped her innocence from her in one night." The shaking fingers fell to his lap before his eyebrows encountered together and the yellow color of his orbs hardened, transitioning into a small little glare. The understanding and accepting father that always kept a close eye to his daughter and always knew how to deal and understand his children was at a loss for solutions and was coming here, to this woman's abode to harass her with his temperamental tantrum and denial that this would someday happen. "Your son BETTER take care of that child and not break my poor daughter's delicate heart, Rio..." the words became a marred whisper by the pulsating thoughts signaling him to keep calm but the tightened planes didn't relax yet. "Do something about it." [ahaha xD that's all it came out to be. cuhrap.]
Lilly had been left in front of the door to sulk over something. Perhaps the thought that her now deranged father could do the impossible and that her little vulnerable sweetheart was out on the streets where her natural hunter of a father was were clashing into her mind. The minor clacking of her heels on the glossy floor gave her a strange comfort -- she could still easily walk with agility and outrun her father like she had down when both were breezing down the stairs. Mulling over what to do, she had enough time to go back upstairs and into her room before disposing of the various test subjects used for her pregnancy denial. Caleb would get there in a few, and her planned move was to usher Caleb over to his house before anything irrational could happen. Gliding over the bathroom, the goddess caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Nothing had been different, but it was still there, the haunting thought of disfiguring herself, the thought that might or might not change Caleb's life. Her dazzling beauty gleamed over the glass of the mirror as the cerulean traveled to study her appearance. Lilly normally lived to please people and for her public appearance even when inside her house. It was something that came naturally with the astonishing figure and natural beauty. The hazy stare fixated on her hair. It was let down over her shoulders and lightly twisted into swirling red curls although her bangs kept straight with a side swept style over her forehead and pinned to her right temple. The eyes kept trailing along her attire, like the presentable tank top slimmed enough in the right places to pass as an attire to go out with. The eyes dodged around her exposed stomach, stealing over her hourglass curves to fall on black jeans hugging the rest of her bodies. And although the appearance had been decent enough, Lilly's disgusted grunt got her out of the bathroom in haste, wanting to look more presentable when she went to see Rio and her father in Caleb's house. Walking inside her walk in closet, her fingers caressed through an array of fabrics with a symphony of colors before plucking a sky blue halter top with a heart shaped cut in the front but quickly ended where her chest and stomach clashed, and the rest of the fabric was left to fall in an elegant sway of cotton fabric, with various peaks at the end that surpassed her stomach and reached the pockets of her black jeans. Stealing a vain stair over the bathroom mirror, finally pleased, the goddess' ears picked up the closing doors and the shimmer crunches of the bags -- the natural sign that her adoration had gotten home. A naturally profound smile danced across her stained lips before she hovered glided down the stairs easily and strode toward her tall sweetheart's frame to greet him. "Hey." The cerulean eyes sparkled with love struck haze before her brain gave her a cruel reminder of what she had to face and the truth she had to spare to Caleb. The eyes traveled down his form before they wheeled around to the bags, a childish smile filling her lips and glinting her eyes but the frown overwhelmed her features once again. "We have to go to your house and quick. My father went ballistic with something he overheard and we need to go. Fast." Her frame shook and rattled a little, her curls bouncing along with her movement, trying to convey that it was a matter of serious business and the situation might turn into devastation if not there on time.
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Post by Little Lion on Apr 3, 2010 15:07:22 GMT -7
Bad. Terrible. They were words a parent never wanted to hear in context of their children. Rio's easy politeness was given it's reason to melt back into it's rigid exterior, the kind of cool tension she kept for only her most troubled moments. The moments that by human standards, required sincere emotion to be expressed. She used her tension like a shield to hide whatever fleeting emotions coursed through her veins before she could have a chance to let them out in proper accordance. She simply needed control and emotions, to her, were a lack of it. She was thankful for the brief instant Lestat was following her, her back to him was only necissary for their procession and it allowed her just a second to cast an unnoticed fretting gaze to the ground. Her mind played through all the horrors of someone being hurt, missing, dead? They couldn't possibly... break up? No. The jaded greens retreated behind their painted masks. No. She let out a slow breath and unwound her rising shoulder muscles. Crossing her left foot over her right, she gave a militant twirl to find the man seated, an action her own anticipation would not allow her to commence. Lestat was speaking blunt enough, quick enough but the motherly instinct, that maternal dread for her offspring made the oncoming news come marching in at a snails pace and she was nailed to the floor in the middle of the longest procession. "She's w-" Rio's fingers danced to her lips pressing them to to conceal her faultering voice. The muscles required for speaking had been touched by the flood of relief in her system which threatened to buckle her knees. Her body seemed to sigh all at once and then run to a new tune. Her fingers spread over her lips racing to catch the corners before her smile was exposed. It wasn't for Lestat's convenience, she could tell he was irate with the news and unfortunately, it made it more amusing. Being a woman, the news delighted her on an instinctual level. Women rejoiced in anything that was a sign of progress in each others lives. It took her a moment to reason with herself. They're kids. The woman forced herself to focus on Lestats argument in order to tone down her elated spirits. That was true enough, her son was very immature and very young (by immortal standards) but certain experience told her Lilly was years apart from her son, at least maturity wise, the fact was enough to keep her calmer then Lestat. However, he wasn't finished. "My son stripped, HER innocence?" Her fingers popped off her lips with the bursting incredulous remark. "Please." The greens rolled left at the muted word while the rest of her moved to the right. Her feet moved in three slow, deliberate steps to Lestat's chair where her heels were planted shoulder width apart in an argumentative stance. "My dear Lestat, perhaps in your unfortunate, lonely, immortality you have forgotten but let me assure you that I most certainly have not, especially in light of having three children and heaven knows what I've done recently..." Her voice trailed off as her eyebrows furrowed. She glanced at Lestat, suddenly remembering that she was actually rebuking him, not herself. "In any case, let me remind you that it does in fact, by all means, take two" A slender finger jabbed into his shoulder. "to tango." Her hand retreated into the air for further illustration of her story. "As we're both well aware, my son isn't exactly... well..." Her eyes squinted and she pursed her lips. It wasn't a good sentence anyway she tried to weave it so she simply shrugged, nixing that route with a wave of her hand. "We both know it wasn't his idea to go dancing. And either way in this happenstance, it was your daughter's 'innocence'," Her pointer fingers met and then went apart. "that spread her legs." A smug smile crept across the woman's face as though she'd just won a name calling match. His kid was proven guilty just as much as hers, even more if she could help it. "And that's not something even I can fix. There's nothing you can DO about being pregnant! You're such a stupid man." With a frown she grumbled the last part and crossed her arms frustrated she had to put up with such childish behavior from the male race. "Oh, alright, if you're going to cry about it, Lestat," She heaved a reluctant sigh for show. "I can at least talk to her." The intuitive woman had a hunch that was one of the reasons he brought his tirade to her doorstep.
The appearance of his precious adoration created light in his eyes, impossibly brighter then how his cheery mood had left them. It seemed to race backwards into his mind in order to remind his stunned muscles to smile at the angel. His lips would move first into a Christmas morning grin. The kind inspired by overwhelming objects of joy presented to him in a dazzling red and ivory color. Their reunions were always glimpses of heaven, like cupid fired a volley for every moment they hadn't stopped to think of each other while they were apart. In their separation it was like they had forgotten how perfect the other was and in reunion, were stunned by the sight. To him he never seemed to remember the perfect glimmering fall of her hair, how how fair her skin really was, the warm, static feeling emanating off her that seeped into his the depths of his stomach and knotted them every time. "Hello." He wasn't even aware he had responded to her, routine instinct kept him going in these moments and left it's glassy mark over his eyes. "What?" By the end of her first sentence, the nebulous blues turned to a sea before a storm, clouded by his confused frown. Her upset became his before he knew why he was fretting and her quick explanation only seared his nerves more. "Your father went to my mother?]/i]" The giant took a few dumb steps towards her. His eyes were wide and fixed just above Lilly's head into an empty space where he tried to play out an explanatory scenario or a positive outcome, it was all bleak to him. "I, wha-uh." He could only come up with a dismal sigh. Resigned. "Kay." He mumbled, tucking the lolly pop back into his mouth. If nightmares existed, this was one of them. To have his father in law enraged visiting his mother only spelled doom for him and he didn't even know what the crime was. Scores of pressing questions itched for a voice but a ticking urgency in Lilly's demeanor sent him a certain hushing vibe similar to ones he had been given before, the kind that translated to 'just trust me'.
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Post by Asphyxia on Apr 4, 2010 15:26:28 GMT -7
Lestat's yellow eyes transitioned back through an array of rainbows before his natural color saturated from his iris and splayed through the fill of his rings. The slight dilate of his iris focused on the turning Rio, his fixated but farther examination mulled over her expressions, trying to make something out of them. Lestat all but knew that this particular woman above all women in the world was a very strong-minded and outspoken one. Never in his life had he met such a woman with an appeal as interesting as men although the figure itself outwitted everything he'd find attractive in the world and as a traveling man with centuries on his years to back him up he'd seen almost everything there was to offer to mankind and creature. As a man, the natural process of his brain were solely analytical at this point although there was a slight part of him, the emotional jab that reminded him of his ghastly tantrum at the explained situation. His ears perked to further speculate over the sound of his voice and the way they had been expressed which kept him in an embarrassed place upon his seat. What kind of behavior was this? Lestat, great noble raised aristocratic and high class mannerism was having a child's fit toward a woman. Rio's first statement made him mentally wince, the retraction of his lashes giving out a sign of a blink to his physical response. "Maybe I was exaggerating a little..." his voice came in a low, muted mumble. His egotistical pride wouldn't let him speak with this with such blase and poise like Rio had when rebuking him on how to actually blame his children and just understand. Her words did dawn some understanding into him -- he was overreacting. The prod of her finger on his shoulder further woke him from his blinded anger. Maybe his irrational response to this situation was out of hand. And yet the thought of her son having touched his daughter in such a way gave a red awakening to his father-protective side. Lilly had always been the dear princess in his eyes and giving her up like that for her love without his consent was perhaps something he'd pictured occurring in different events. Somewhere whee Rio talked about his daughter's consent in the situation sharpened the edges of his brows again into an encounter where they slightly lifted in place. "Alright, maybe I am being a bit rash but you don't have to be so blunt." The father, not mentally prepared for this yet, shied away from those word. At least she had the lonely part right. But it was his chosen persona that he'd remain a widow for forever and now. Lestat didn't need woman and he certainly didn't need any sort of elated company. He thought of all the bereft company that had been arriving lately at his place and that alone was an invasion of his privacy. "What I meant was," his voice came a smoother composure, his frame regaining the high class always presented in his garb and his hygiene. "You're a woman. Women are farther capable than men to handle these particular situations. I'm just a man who processes thoughts differently, therefore I can relate to other men since I understand the way the think, the way they do things. Women are just too complex in everything they do." His gray eyes dodged around her frame, his head floundering, seeing if the comparison and elegant explanation he presented was smothered enough for her understanding and debatable thoughts, but he had been secretly dodging the look she was about to give him and to mask away the grumble at the peak of his lips about to escape along with a slow roll of his eyes. Her last offering of being capable of talking to her swarmed a warming sense of relief inside of him, his body finally relaxing into a sigh, causing his shoulders to sag although they kept a straight alignment with his back. "Thank you," he said, standing up from his chair and patting her hand while cupping it underneath with his in a momentary tangent before retracting it, feeling the radiating heat of her rushing, pumping blood through the thin, translucent film of her own healthily glowing skin.
[xD oh lestat]
Lilly couldn't help but to flutter another smile through her stunning features, instantly forgetting all the positions she was currently in and all the chagrin of the situations created outside of their bright but shallow little pink world. Seeing the person that created the distant butterfly sensations in her stomach was like seeing an angel for the first time in her life gifted from the silvery clouds of the sky. The beaming expressions carved around the symmetrical countenance only made the vision of perfection better each time they saw each other, like seeing the sunset for the first time or hearing a child's contagious laughter chiming from the room. His sole presence was enough to coax away all the troubles that always soured her moods and dulled the rest of her dizzying beauty, giving them 360 degree turn, as if the sun was dawning over a darkened canopy. His perfected profound smile at seeing her created that sense of gating heartache inside of her to thrum and ache more each time for him. But reality rained upon her again and her features diminished at his response, her head picking up to his height at his approach, letting her hair slide in a rise upon her chest before it slide down with a tumbling twirl from her bouncing, slender curls. Her sigh only came spiraling down from her rosy glowing lips in disappointment at his tone - they correlated with her muted thoughts added upon the fretting situation with her blinded father. But in return, she had nothing else to really say to the bright handsome giant perfectly towering over her averagely tall hourglass figure but more sighs, more frowns and more sags of relaxation from her shoulders, causing the tendrils of curls to bounce and retaliate from her skin until they settled idly once again. At his agreement, her actions suddenly became sluggish and almost reluctant but the prodding reminder of her angered father quickened her pace and caused her to grab her saint's hand to direct him towards the door, the bag of treasured objects forgotten and the sweetened, sugar-coated moods all but set behind her new emotional despondency at their new destination and what it held for both. [Sorry for the god mod about to happen? xD] Now out from the door and walked along the suddenly endless pathway towards Caleb's home--which Lilly's dwelling place had now conveniently become their treasured sort of living place for the love birds--the spacious, grandeur house was peaking by through the thick lush green of the bushes that decorated along the sidewalks and sometimes towered into mocking pine trees, and the anxious feeling began to once again tug inside of the Lilly's stomach. The house only had become closer in a matter of seconds, and before she knew it, they had all but dragged themselves to the front porch of his warm, inviting looking mansion [or castle, whichever it is xD] The dreading prod stabbing inside of her poked in faster, jagged suctions and her hand wanted to falter the way it had enclosed between it and the door to finally knock. Countless times Lilly had lingered over the house and just let herself in. Most of the times Rio wasn't around, and if she was, she'd been reproached by now if it bothered her the comfortableness she gave herself when staying around her beloved or when she showed up for one of their countless cute dates/outings together. Today, however, it seemed that prolonging the momentum further was an action for both of their sakes.
[<_______________< now I'm okay with this reply. xD]
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