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Post by shadoh on Jun 6, 2010 11:49:43 GMT -7
The temper, was just beneath the surface. A boiling mass of lava ready to spew and destroy anything in it's path. The eyes that held so much and yet so little took in the two arguing forms before him. While he himself sat comfortably in his chair, elbow resting, hand holding his head, as one finger gently massaged a temple, as if the motion would get rid of the aching headache that was beginning to build. Calm, it was the monotone in his head as the voices only seemed to rise.Each trying to outmatch the other. He couldn't kill them, or it would have been done by now, but he could barely take any more of this. Aisling was her usual high spirited mouthy self, while his brother, who he intensely disliked and had killed only to be brought back to life, was his usual arrogant self. He wished they would leave him be in his home, a home he had created with the power of his own mind, and now here they were invading his sanctuary. Eyes moved over to the tall lithe figure of the brother he never wanted. And in all technicality, no, this man wasn't his biological brother. But they had come from the same woman, the only difference being he had lived the pleasurable and rich life while Bert himself was a slave for them. But he was a slave no longer, and the family that had so callously thrown him out was now dead. And how ironically by his own hand, whether he had been seven or 23. It didn't matter. He had thought he killed Nick, was sure of it when he saw the blood pouring from the boys throat with pleasure and glee. But no, Aisling had turned on him, bringing his brother back to life and linking their life forces so Bert couldn't kill Nick without killing Ash as well. And that, he knew, he would never do. Although at this moment he was seriously considering it. "Enough." The words were softly spoken, yet behind them was a force that would not be denied, and in the process the voices lowered as two paid of eyes went to the dark figure lounging in his chair. This was the luxury he should have known from the start. And if he did maybe things wouldn't have ended the way they did. Maybe he and Nick would actually like, or even love each other. But it didn't happen the way it should have, and Bert had to pay the price. "Your both annoying me. If you'd like to continue this argument I suggest you take it else where."
Nick's perfect mouth lifted into a sneer, while Aislings narrowed her eyes at him. "Then you don't think him wrong for coming into your home uninvited? Ordering your servants as if they were his own?" Aisling loved both boys, it was clear in her gaze when she looked at them. But she knew of both of their pains, and also knew they hated one another with a passion. She was here to tone down the fights and keep them from going at each others throats. True, she did bring Nick back after Bert killed him, but it was only because Nick was the only one to destroy the four beings living inside Bert. She didn't have a choice. So yes, she loved them both, but she did not condone nick walking into his brothers house as if he owned the place and making himself at home. It was that attitude she honestly couldn't stand when around him. Although it looked as if Nick didn't care. Arms were folded across a broad chest, fingers tapping a rhythm on his arms as he glared at the brother who had taken his life from him.
Bert grinned, one not to bring amusement or ease, but one that would scare even the strongest of men. "And have they obeyed him Aisling? Or have them gone about their own business? I do believe Nick has no say, nor power, in my home. And the only reason he is still even standing is because you so stupidly share your life source with him. So if he dies, which I would love to see, then I must watch you die. And since your the only person in this world, aside from one other, I find myself capable to love, I don't think I'll be doing that anytime soon."
Nick's eyes turned black with hate and anger, a large change from the usual bright icy blue. "You dare say that to me? After everything you put me through?" It was the laugh that got to him. The laugh that came from Bert, head thrown back as the rich laughter poured forth like honey.
"After what I put you through? Boy, you don't know pain, so don't act as if you do. Now leave if you know what's good for you. Or do you have a reason for being here?"
Nick opened his mouth as if to say something. The sounds of footsteps stopped him, interuptting what he was about to say. All eyes turned to the hall to see who was approaching. "Oh. Another guest. How lovely." The sarcastic voice could clearly be heard by whoever it was that was making his way to Bert and his group.
((Anyone is welcome to join. I just had muse for Berty-poo and thought I'd post something.)) [/size]
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Post by Asphyxia on Jun 6, 2010 15:38:47 GMT -7
[this is sooooo mine! if you don't like it, PM me <3]
"Oh how droll. And here I thought you'd be glad to see me..." a pair of bright, liquid green orbs shifted through unfamiliar faces, vaguely noting how some definitions reassembled the one he knew, until they focused with an intent glint on the more messy, dark array of the man sitting down calmly masking his real irritation with the younger looking man standing. "Bert." His silky voice lowered a notch from his high-strung sarcasm to a more serious denote, dipping his head into a slight nod without diverting his eyes from the dirty rock star. His footsteps approached to stand between the two siblings primordially arguing and his eyes gave an individual scan towards both parties. "I'd like a moment or many alone with his sire here, if you guys don't mind." His silky tenor returned, a smug expression distorting the sultry smile decorating his angelic features at first stepping presence into Bert's abode. His eyes once again stole over to the man on the seat, approaching breezing steps until clearly upfront, mirroring a gaze of both speculation and bedazzlement. The raven haired vampire had not known why he had found himself here, but one thing he was that their coincidental encounter at the fancy restaurant wasn't going to be kept that way as their last even though the woman performed as his "date" that night had successfully ruined any fun but surfaced the new sincerity in him and thoughts he'd lost and dismissed for utter confusion thanks to a drunken night. A lot of thoughts mulled over from had become clearer, and old, strong feelings had taken a new course, hindering away the tying bond sewn between him and Rio. All the hours he spent regretting seeing one of the strongest loves of his existence when with a woman that had him partially around his finger. There was redemption between this dreadful curse and his time to steal back what he'd thought he loss was now. "Please?" His voice lowered to a bare whisper, letting his lower lip sink behind his set of pearly whites while the marveling gaze turned slightly pleading and his eyebrows raised. His hand smoothed down from his chest towards his red tie, running the cotton surface until it idled above his belt buckle and swerved into the pocket of his pants.
[sorry it's so short for now.]
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Post by shadoh on Jun 6, 2010 19:55:54 GMT -7
Shock? Is to much of a mild word to even describe those feelings running through his veins at seeing Gerard Way walking through those doors and standing in the middle of the vast room. Those eyes never strayed from the man that had stolen his heart long ago, and never did quite return it. The room had grown silent upon him entering, Bert not moving one muscle. It was the last 'please' that got to him. A quick glance of his eyes toward Aisling and his brother and him conveying his message. Leave now. Aisling paused, staring at the man who had so thoroughly caught Bert's attention. She remembered him from the restaurant, but didn't know exactly how she felt about this. "Call me if you need me." Were her only words as she stalked out, leaving the three men alone. Nick, more stubborn also stared openly at the raven haired man, having never seen him before and also being completely out of the loop on who he really was. And still he stood there, not moving and ignoring Bert's look.
A burst of irritation caused Bert's head to swing over to his brother, as lips pulled back into a snarl. "Leave now." The words were more of a growl than anything else, causing Nick to glance at his brother before stalking from the room without a word. The two men were alone, the tension was thick in the air as Bert once more turned back to Gerard. He was unknown to how he should feel about this, seeing this man in his house. "Why are you here?" ((WHY WOULD I MIND! Exactly, I don't. I was using jedi mind tricks to get you to reply. It worked. Mine's short to. Happens when a movie you want to watch is playing in the background.]][/size]
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Post by Asphyxia on Jun 6, 2010 22:20:49 GMT -7
Gerard kept staring into the mirroring greens that returned the gawking gaze, locked and unbearable, incapable of straying away, like trying to pull industrial glue apart. The man didn't need to take a second turn so the two would walk away peacefully, leaving him to his tranquility and the time he had to steal back with Bert. The span of confusion women had once again inflicted in him kept him from what he really wanted and couldn't grasp. The only good thing that had come out of his tug-of-war play between men and woman was the facade splayed for his ex-husband whom he thought he loved. That foggy memory and tunnel vision had become clear, like filtered murky water now pouring crystal clear. His hand from his pocket traveled back up to an idle perch above the belt buckle, listening as Aisling's footsteps vanished from the room but unaccompanied, causing the raven beauty to release all the air inhaled to speak in very slight annoyance. Lack of company was what he wanted and his selfish behavior pushed him to want it now, causing his greens to flicker away momentarily to the tail, heading in Nick's direction, wishing he'd stalk away immediately as possible before he lost his temper. His alabaster lips thinned slightly until Bert's hostile demand resonated in his ears, springing the disappearance back to a form of life, playing into a smug sense of self-satisfaction. Finally free from witnessing eyes, his bright greens took a sharp glint in the man's direction. His question was well dismissed in Gerard's mind as he ran through millions of approaches, an indistinct way to send his message -- reconcile what they had lost between them. "I'm asking that myself..." his angelic features turned away, his cheeks hollowing into an inside squeeze, letting his lower lip crush between his teeth before letting it be exposed by a slight pull of his upper lip. His hand ran down the smallest enough to caress his hand over the silver belt buckle, causing a tiny clattering sound when the rest of his fingers finished the trail. "But I've discovered a lot of things." His statement had become more firm although his voice was still lowered to a bare whisper. He knew Bert would hear; Gerard himself had taken charge of adding the last mixed breed that made what he was and partially how he was with humanity - the unique and distinctness identifiable in a crowd. "And I couldn't forget how amazingly coincidental our encounter was at that restaurant..." his voice trailed again, letting his head turn and focus on Bert's features, giving a quick skim away from his countenance before the sharp return brightened a grin over his facial expressions. His leg found it's way between Bert's opened legs, leaning a little further in to keep the other planted on the floor. His body dipped under his posture and the alignment of his spine and the bent of his neck. Now that their faces were barely inches apart, a more genuine smirk crossed his lips, bringing the corner slightly to life and his eyes to a lower relax. "Why? Don't you want me here?" While his body seductively found the comforting heat of the man underneath him, the hand available from weight hold stole a feel from the rock star's stomach, tracing gently with firm pressure until arriving to a nestle against his neck, letting his warmth embrace the cold touch of his hand before grabbing Bert's hand and pressing it against his heart. "That encounter told me a lot of things... told this dead thing many things. Can you take a wild guess?" His hand grasped with a lighter pressure, letting the slide loosened from his chest an inch downward. All that time taken away from the things he desired, messing away the things he really wanted were going to easily get back to him. Gerard was going to take the life he so let slip through his hand back whether anyone liked it or not.
[you sneak! I knew this was meant for me. XD I could so picture it perfectly. This is how I pictured, slightly, their reconciliation. If you have more things in mind for them, let's plot over PM :3]
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Post by shadoh on Jun 7, 2010 16:24:12 GMT -7
He waited, watching the man as he seemed to nervously pull at clothing. Bert's eyes never strayed from his form, they never once wavered from Gerard, but once the man spoke a black brow seemed to raise and disappear under the grease of shoulder length hair. But the whispered words of discovery had breath catching, heart thumping. It would be painfully obvious to this man, but he couldn't find himself to care. And yet, not once muscle moved, nothing seemed to twitch as he talked of the restaurant, and when the look was turned to him, the brow was still raised. A look of pure boredom and nonchalance on those rugged features. And then Gerard moved, closer to him, between his legs, hand on his own chest, and still no emotion passed over his face. The hands seemed to be everywhere at one, and finally his own ended up on the heart of his ex-lover. How many times had he done the same thing in the past? How many times had they shared touches and secrets, and now it seemed as if it meant nothing. Not after what he saw. The question was asked, did Bert want him here? Eyes traced the pale features of the raven haired beauty before him, lingering on some passing others, until finally landing on the eyes and being captured. Willingly of course. But he could no longer take this.
The hand on his heart, gently but firmly pushed the man away. Air. Breathe. It's what he needed, what he craved to go into his body. Rising from his chair, showing the 6' height that he stood, he walked farther from the man he had so foolishly fallen in love with. The black shirt hugging his own chest, the black jeans caressing his thighs and legs pulled taught over his body as he tensed, hands clenching at his side. Barely gifting Gerard with a glance, a smile smirk seemed to bloom across cupid bow lips. "Am I glad to see you?" The brow was raised once more, as it always seemed to be. The black boots hit the carpeted floor with heavy thuds. "I don't believe I am. The night at the restaurant was a mistake, now that your so thoroughly happy with someone else I don't see the point in coming to see little old me." A woman no less. Disgust? Maybe, was that what he was feeling? Jealousy that the man he had seen in the restaurant, alone, the man that had meant so much to him was now someone's else lover. Fine, he'd admit it now that he was jealous. "So the question still remains Gerard, why are you here? I'll not ask again." The silky smooth voice turned cold and hard, a slight edge to the tone as the body slowly turned toward the lone man only feet from him. [/size]
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Post by Asphyxia on Jun 7, 2010 17:21:19 GMT -7
The warm pressure was a soft reassurance yet Bert had other plans for that course of action. The feathery weight soon turned into a forced pressure against his chest, pressing with strength, forcing him away from the thing he wanted to so feel back into his hands. Now Gerard found himself standing up once again, staring at the man walk by beside him with uncontrollable hast masked by a satisfactory smug denote when their eyes met once again. Gerard poised himself into neat composure, aligning his spine with his ankles, letting a hand stand by his tie, grasping the nearest thing to fidget with if anything was at a loss of control. Having something to grab felt like a channel of power, a firm fathom of all the other things he'd let slip. The raven haired beauty was both shock--an expression that didn't cross his features--and irked at being denied so easily. Anger effervesced deeper into the scowl forming along his eyebrows at this realization--Rio was rubbing off on him. His questioning glared was answer with another hasty, ill-assumed comment, pulling down the corner of the man's pallid lips. Jealousy? Was that it? "So thoroughly happy with someone else." The fragment of the sentence sent his head into a whirlwind of spirited emotions, washing each other down by denying the pull of his facial planes into expressive contorts. The first emotion knitted his brows further, slightly creasing the skin between them and lining the tightening around his eyeballs. Those smoothed in a matter of seconds at the sudden possible rush that the man standing in front of him presented a slight break of jealousy hinted in hi sentence, bringing the frown upward into a smirk before a hoarse chuckle rumbled from the depth of his throat. "You're not serious." His eyebrows pulled finally into a thin line, his lips ebbing any comical relief out of this situation. Bright green pools focused intently with less liquid generosity and seemed to harden at the expressionless face - serious was a more complicated expression to shadow across. The icy cold tone his last words spoke in tickled a pang inside his stomach he didn't recognize. All lightheartedness vanished from the vampire's tone. "You are," his words were mark by two gaining steps inched in dirty man's direction. "Jealous." Letting the 's' hiss through the slip of his teeth, Gerard approached the man again, his gaze locked on his lips before averting to his eyes. "I can't believe above all that you're jealous... of a woman." The frame twirled around and disappeared in a matter of two seconds behind the couch, still facing the opposite direction from the other man in the same interval. Raven hair shook tumbled wildly and cascaded smoothly back into framing place before the alabaster appearance ghosted once again into view, a smirk viewed by the visible tail of his eye. A sigh escaped the followed smirk, letting the squared shoulders and the high lifted chin relax downward. "Do you really think I'm with that woman?" Clear irritation hissed through the stressed word when spoken, his eyes invisibly narrowing behind the perfect mask of enjoyment he was trying to have with the situation. Rumors spread around quickly and the more time he spent attached to the clad figure of that vixen, the more his reputation skewed into an approachable demise... or insanity, give or take. How would he explain how complicated yet so simple this situation was? The only purpose Gerard hung around her was because they both--somehow--managed to detach the other from lives they didn't want anymore, from faking their daily routine with the person each lived with. Both of them found something in themselves that helped the other quite well yet their entangled future was only webbed by the drunken mistake Gerard made and the misleading emotion Rio allowed herself to be felt when those actions were made. Either hung around each other because they simply had nothing else to do but torment their lives further into reliving that night and reminding how they owed like nothing happened. "She was my claimed date. Isn't that what you call dinner between friends?" His figure whirled into a sharp turn, all the playfulness turned into serious grasps. He'd never managed to pull this off if not with an explanation. But something more efficiently explicable dawned inside the praised rock star, something he could argue with, something he could convince the man he once loved and still loved with. "I wouldn't be here if I had someone else, Bert. I have no one. The only good thing that woman did for me was show me what a mistake I was making with my life when I was married to that insolent twin." Hasty strides got him across in front of the other man in a matter of a second, his arms grasping the other's side before bringing him into an embrace. "She opened my eyes. She opened my eyes to you, idiot!" A low growl rumbled from his grinding teeth, his jaw bone visible through the tight strain of his pressing teeth and the tightening of his facial muscles. Gerard had to break and this was his point - this was the reason he'd come back and he was getting it. "Is that reason enough?"
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Post by shadoh on Jun 8, 2010 19:00:06 GMT -7
The body only seemed to become more tense at Gerard's bewildered gaze. He had a right to be jealous, seeing his lover, or ex-lover, with another person. And not only just any person but another woman, a woman who was beautiful, a woman, if Bert was being honest with himself, that he himself would want to get between the sheets. Elegant, and charming as hell with a light glint in her eye, not knowing whether it was of malice or mischief. And she had been on a date with the man he wanted, with the man that had always been his even if they hadn't been together for the past years. So much time had gone by, so much time had been lost. He had lost the one man he thought he would ever love to booze and drugs, to the sweet black call of the underworld. You would think with Bert's background, with his imminent future he would accept the abuse that Gerard put himself through. But not even he could watch as someone he loved self destructed. And so he had left, ending the relationship that had kept him sane. And ever since he had always been only slightly different. Maybe the way he held himself, the tone in his voice, the movements he used? Suck smile things, but a large change in his life. So the murmured words of 'Your serious' had eyes forming to small slits as the head seemed to tilt just so to the right. "I'm very serious." He hasn't been more serious in his whole life. The feelings were new, never had he ever been jealous of anything in his immortal life. The fact that he was jealous of a brother who gained more of his mortal life than Bert did in his own, doesn't count to him. It's in the past, and the past was dealt with accordingly. No reason to go back and dwell on those past accounts. But now, right now, he knew that the future of his and Gerard's relationship would be determined with the outcome of this conversation. No punches would be held back, no words would be minced. Out in the open, as everything was with them. Two powerful beings winding up together? Bound to have some sparks fly and get in someone's eye. Jealousy. So Gerard had seen it, that little green monster hanging over his shoulder dictating his every move. Yes he was. And so he shrugged, even when his love said he was jealous of a woman. "You've been with a woman before, as have I. Doesn't mean you won't ever go back to them. Even if they are fickle and conniving creatures." Women, in Bert's mind didn't hold the highest regard to him. They were indeed fickle and conniving beings that he didn't tend to like. After having been burned once by them, having been duped and lied to, he didn't think he wanted to go through that again. And then he met the man before him and everything changed. But the irritation in his voice had a grin spreading across his face, as is the claim a dinner between friends. "Friends? You expect me to believe that. I have eyes love, I know what I see and you two are much more than friends. It may be complicated, but it's there." But the words that came after, him having no one shocked the black haired gentleman into silence, a silence that was all consuming. He had no one? It was to much to believe, and to little to really hope in. And then came the embrace, unexpected and not completely unwanted. So, his eyes were opened, and they were pointing to him. Bert would admit he gained some satisfaction in that, even as he watched the tenseness in Gerard's face, the emotions playing in those bright green eyes. "Reason enough?" He acted as if he had to think about it, roll that thought in his mind. Was this enough? Was Gerard enough for him? Now? A nod was all he gave, as arms wrapped around the taught back, fingers splayed accordingly. "Yes, it's reason enough." [/size]
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Post by Asphyxia on Jun 8, 2010 23:20:13 GMT -7
"Yes, it's reason enough." Was that it? Was it that easy to convince the man that always head his heart even when he had a pang of jealousy left for the one woman in his life that, like him, had stolen his heart entirely? The skin around his eyes had retracted to smooth outward while Gerard's lashes touched about the crease socket. His bright green eyes stared in horror at Bert--and shock--at the returning embrace snaking across his own waist. How many times had he imagined this happening again? How many times had he fantasized another night and burning daylight with the man in front of him? Had Gerard really expected too much out of the situation? Letting an unknown whisper mumble begrudgingly from his lips, the raven haired beauty dropped his eyelids to scatter around in the fabric of the man against him. His fingers grasped at easy creases detached from his skin with a gentle motion. Rio had been rubbing off on him in more than one way. His expectation from Bert's audacity had successfully turned against him yet he expected egregious assails to spew from the older man's mouth. Everything turned against him. His arms slid towards Bert's stomach and lightly pushed in disbelief, successfully shaking himself away from him. He needed time to think. It couldn't possibly be this easy... even life as a vampire wasn't this damn easy for the appraised rock star. He was suppose to be feeling chagrin about now because of the first denial yet here he was, standing in front of the man he loved and desired, being accepted without any intricate argument that led to usual rough and heated pleasures. Had life always been this easy or did he interpret things the wrong way? An alabaster hand covered around his forehead, sweeping stray cascading bangs dripping across into his view while mimicking weight shift into his thigh and accentuating the position with an available hand to his waist - the one that wasn't concentrating on pulling his hair from so much missed of life without Bert McCracken. "I swore off women after Lilly..." Gerard whispered before chewing on the inside of his lips, taking off his overcoat and dropping it carelessly on the couch, rolling up the sleeves from his black button-up. Apparently, he had to swear off confusion as well. The life he'd ever known had not brought up things he wanted so easily - he always had to fight for it. But why was he going into a temperamental tantrum over this? Into a fatal state of coma shock over this? "I've been with nothing but men after her. That woman and I were only spiteful friends." Afraid that giving away too much of their complicated relationship would get Bert back on the paranoid, denying side, Gerard strode back into Bert's arms, embracing him tightly into a bone-crushing hug, letting his raven hair cascade and cover his angelic features, agonizing over a mindless situation. Women were terrible creatures, overly smart and horribly misleading. All the ardent feelings attacking him at one moment had him in an internal torment and Bert's reassuring touch kept him from crumbling down, kept him at bay from breaking down into horrible pieces. He gave up drinking and drugs, so emotional pangs were all the numbing pains that could destroy him now. "There's nothing there!" His hands again grasped at Bert's shirt and balled up into meaningless fists of effervescing irritation. Gerard was being like a kid denying something he didn't know and telling the truth, only having a childish tantrum over wanting to be right and being accepted.
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Post by shadoh on Sept 19, 2010 12:50:18 GMT -7
Bert could see the disbelief flash across his face, and it brought a sense of selfish and sick satisfaction, where it settled deep in his stomach. Surprises, wasn't he full of them lately. As he was promptly pushed away from the embrace he took a step back, a sigh leaving lips as eyes went to the ceiling as if fascinated with the complex drawing that came with his home. Hands went to his hip, fingers gently tapping out his own rhythm as he waited for Gerard to finish with his shock and accept the fact that Bert wasn't one who liked to complicate matters. Simple, oh so simple, was his own cup of tea, and if you'd like, you may call him a simple man. Many did, and he brushed away such foolish comments with a simple flick of fingers and a roll of his eyes, ignorance did not become anyone, and comments like that only showed it. But his mind and thoughts were snatched when Gerard spoke. He had sworn off women, and he himself had done the same. He had found no pleasure in the opposite sex, when all the words had underlying meaning and games were the only thing they ever wanted to play. The simplicity came into play here once more, games were nothing to him, and he didn't enjoy them at all. And it had been nothing like that with the man before him. The word easy could not apply to their relationship for it had been fraught with heartache and tears shed on both sides. And no doubt if the relationship continued from this point on, nothing would go as smoothly as it should. For just because Bert's acceptance that the woman meant nothing to Gerard, as well as Gerard only wanting him, did not mean that the future events would be easy. Nothing in life ever was, whether it was worth it or a waste of time. The embrace was that wrapped around him, clenching his sides had caught Bert by surprise. He wasn't expecting it, and so had frozen in shock. Amber eyes looked down at the black head under his chin before his own arms went around the waist. For anyone to walk upon this scene would think that Bert had been taken over by another life form. And it was true he was rarely ever affectionate with anyone around him, but it would seem that his former lover brought out this side in him quite frequently. "Can you not accept that fact that I believe you?" Words were spoken in a harsh whisper, as eyes peered ahead at nothing, and seeing nothing as well. [/size]
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