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Post by rhett damon halewile on Jul 25, 2011 9:27:14 GMT -5
Ashlyn and Lillian went back to their playful bickering about how Ashlyn only came over to eat. He smiled slightly, even though this situation didn’t really call for smiling. He was reminded of himself and Zell a little bit in that twisted, sibling-like relationship. They always teased each other, argued a lot, too, but at the end of day, they were always beside one another.
He was slightly taken aback by what Ashlyn said, but decided that in order to avoid any more misunderstandings, he should say nothing and nod instead, which is exactly what he did. He couldn’t imagine her meaning that in the…well, perverted sense, so he chose to wait and let her explain herself properly. However, looking at how relaxed and sure she looked, he doubted she was going to cover for herself. Luckily, Lilly came to her rescue and Rhett was slightly relieved at the more formal explanation. He’d been right, about not imagining Ashlyn in that situation, anyway. To Lilly’s more accurate statement, Rhett chose to nod again. He figured it was better not to make this conversation more awkward for either girls or him. They’d already taken a trip down awkward lane a few minutes ago and it was a place Rhett decided he didn’t want to revisit.
She sent Rhett a victorious look about getting a hold on one of his bags, or well, one of Zell’s. Rhett had snatched the last of his bags from her when Zell texted him on his cell phone. Said bag was currently thrown over his shoulders and onto his back like a back pack, even though one of the straps had snapped thanks to poor airline handling. Even though it wasn’t his bag, he still felt horrible about it—no, wait, that wasn’t the word. He was actually quite frustrated; what did it matter to her if he carried his bags or not? Would her boyfriend—assuming and hypothetically if she had one—let her carry his bags? Rhett very much doubted so. He didn’t see much of a difference. To her victorious look, he frowned slightly, but then decided to let it go, again trying to avoid awkward lane.
“And I’m assuming that us speaking with Lilly’s mother isn’t going to help at all?” asked Rhett about the monster of a chef in their kitchen. He figured that if he and Zell could assured Lilly’s mother that they were fine and not expecting gourmet meals every night, that she would let the monster chef go back to wherever she came from and let Lilly take back her kitchen. Maybe he was being too hopeful, but it was worth a shot, wasn’t it? “I’m sure your cooking is incredible, Lilly. Honestly, your mother didn’t have to go through all this trouble…” Realizing that he was now sounding arrogant—aka more Zell like—Rhett pursed his lips and thought of something to save his ass. He got it, luckily, and said, “What I meant to say was—”
But he was cut off by Zell opening the next set of doors. The bright light from inside, compared to the darkness of the church, caused Rhett to narrow his vision and readjust his eyes. It only took a few moments, but he was introduced to a wonderful display. Beyond the Sanctuary was a normal looking hallway that led up to another one. The walls were a bit plain in color, but the paintings that hung from them were beautiful and there were many of them. He recognized one motif; of the angel Raziel rising from the Lake Lynn and bestowing the Mortal Instruments upon Jonathan Shadowhunter. It was a nice painting and he found himself staring at it, though he’d seen it before. He only took his eyes off of it when he saw that Zell was moving on.
[/blockquote][/blockquote] Word Count: six four three Tags: Lillian/ Ashlyn/ Zell/ open to Nephilim Outfit: Off the Plane [/right][/justify]
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Post by zell price nitar on Jul 25, 2011 10:00:26 GMT -5
Zell contained his laughter at Ash's statement. She sounded pretty slutty just then and her stature wasn't helping her out at all. Well, then. Smirking, he listened to Lilly's explanation and nodded, although he didn't quite want to believe it for obvious reasons. "Culture shock! That sounds more like a band name than common terminology."
[/color] He raised an eyebrow in thought and momentarily contemplated making said band. Then he remembered he had no musical talent. Well, that he could think of. Who knows. Maybe he could sing. Or something. Yes, there had to be something in music that he was decent at. Maybe the guitar. That would add to his image! Mmm, decisions, decisions. Raising an eyebrow, he looked at Rhett with an expression that only he could understand. A look that said, "Your sarcasm is not appreciated." But, you know, in Zell terms. Which would roughly translate to, "Shut up." When Ash cut in front of him, he narrowed his eyes. He was the leader of this expedition, after all. Look at the redhead stealing his thunder like that. With peanut butter, no less! Wait a second. Peanut butter. Zell loved peanut butter. Whenever he was a kid and he was bored or down in general, his mom would make him a peanut butter sandwich. Yes, it was stupid, so he'd never say that to anyone, but he missed his parents. A little. No, no he didn't. At least, not admittedly. "Who needs a new chef when you've got me?"[/color] Zell smirked as he walked, facing Ash who was walking backwards. "I think Lil and I could've handled food, seeing as it's her domain and all. We could've had a legendary partnership!"[/color] Sighing dramatically, he looked back at the brunette herself. "What could have been!"[/color] Quickly, he went around Ash. But first, he stopped beside her and licked a bit of peanut butter off of her finger. Then, he continued on to the doors and threw them open in haste. The bright light that burst through made Zell squint a bit, but he could handle it for the most part. Despite it being like walking into heaven itself, once his eyes adjusted, it didn't look half bad in there. Though, it was a bit plain. The walls could have used something to jazz them up a bit; who says shadowhunters couldn't decorate? Well, obviously a grand example was this Institute, but Zell could spice it up. He had to keep it low, though. Didn't want to get kicked out so early, did he? However, the art along the hallway was extraordinary. He grinned and stepped into the hallway, his converse squeaking a bit as he walked. It wasn't his fault that New York was always a bit wet.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify] tagged; rhett, ash, & lilly words; 459 outfit; here! notes; <3 [/font][/size]
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Post by ashlyn louise lightwood on Jul 25, 2011 11:05:54 GMT -5
I AM WRONG I AM RIGHT I SWEAR I’M RIGHT SWEAR I KNEW IT ALL ALONG i am flawed, but i am cleaning up so well [/b][/i] I AM SEEING IN ME NOW THE THINGS YOU SWORE YOU SAW YOURSELF[/font][/size][/size][/size] .....[/center][/b] Shooting a grateful glance at Lillian, the redhead sent waves upon mental waves of her gratitude toward her cousin, as well as a shitload of praise for Lillian’s ability to translate her unfiltered mess of words into a nice, neat, non-slutty statement. She decided that she was going to make Lils a tiara or something, and a button declaring her the Queen of Damage Control. The brunette deserved it, after all of the cleanup she’d done in her twin’s personal life, not to mention Ash’s. And then she reminded everyone that the kitchen was her domain, and Ashlyn actually had to laugh. “Okay, okay. Her domain. Ignore my plural possessive pronoun.”
[/b] She chuckled, rolling her eyes and reaching over to ruffle Lillian’s hair. Partly out of affection, and just a tad bit to piss the other girl off. Ashlyn’s eyebrows knitted together, creating a confused little wrinkle on her forehead when Zell stepped around her. Um, okay? If he wanted a tour of the Institute, shouldn’t he let someone who actually knew it lead? She had started the brief mental process of shrugging it off when the male stopped, caught the wrist of her peanut buttery hand, and licked the peanut butter off of her finger. She blinked, startled into a halt. He just licked her. Full tongue-on-skin lickedOr did he? Maybe she hit her head a little too hard during her solo Raum escapade, and she just imagined that Zell had licked her finger? She looked down, having to actually double check that her head wasn’t playing warped games on her. Yep, no peanut butter. Well, not no peanut butter. But there was definitely a glob missing. And saliva. Which meant that he slobbered on her. Ew. … and also kinda sexy, what with his warm mouth and soft lips he looked like he had soft lips not so ew, but the redhead chose not to dwell on that train of nonsense. The only person allowed to slobber on her was Jul- of fuck. Julian. Her boyfriend. She almost looked around to make sure he hadn’t been within viewing range of that, but she knew better. If he were around, she’d be able to feel his presence. Her Julian-radar was silent, so he must not have been anywhere in the building. Good. She felt guilty about it, even though it wasn’t even her fault. Her eyes narrowed into a glare at the back of Zell’s head, cursing him for making her feel all dirty and slimy and like she cheated when she’d done no such thing. “Jules would so not have appreciated that.”[/b] Ash muttered, mostly to herself and Lillian, as the only two in the entourage with any idea who Julian was. She sighed, debating what to do with her Zell-contaminated peanut butter. Seeing no other logical option, she licked the rest off, reminding herself that she’s shared spit with plenty of other people. But this seemed so…. Violating. She cringed, turning on her heel and padding after Zell. “Not cool.”[/b] the nephilim girl admonished, wiping her slobbery finger off on his shoulder when she caught up with him. “Also, way to be stealthy, shadowhunter.”[/b] She kicked at his shoes, which were currently squeaking as he sauntered down the hall. Her bare feet made no sound as she padded down the cool marble hallway; hell, her boots hadn’t made a sound when she’d snuck in an hour ago. [/justify][/size] ..... tagged : rhett & lillian & zell & still open words : five seven one lyrics : “vindicated” by dashboard confessional outfit : getting away with everything. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]
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Post by rhett damon halewile on Jul 25, 2011 11:26:38 GMT -5
Rhett rolled his eyes as Zell mentioned the words “culture shock” sounding like a band. Of course, he would think of it that way. “One cheap, messed up band, I guess,” Rhett said in response. He knew what Zell was thinking of now: starting said band. It was his idealistic way of thinking that Rhett could sense. He could see it in his eyes, all dreamy. “Probably thinking of a million fangirls surrounding him,” Rhett thought to himself almost bitterly. He probably didn’t know it, but most people considered Zell’s voice to be very good, especially said fangirls in Tokyo. Rhett couldn’t remember how many karaoke clubs Zell had dragged him to, but in all that they went, Zell had impressed while Rhett waited patiently in a corner booth.
He saw Zell looking at him, a look that obviously told the dark haired boy to shut up and keep walking. He smirked a playful smirk and threw it in Zell’s direction. He was quite proud of himself. Zell wasn’t easily annoyed and it seemed that only Rhett was able to do it. However, it seemed that Ashlyn was going to join in the fun too as she stepped in front of Zell. Bad move, was what Rhett thought. Zell Nitar liked to lead, not follow; poor, innocent Rhettie would know first hand. It amused him to see his partner maneuver around her expertly. The move could have almost been deadly in another, serious situation, had it not been for his squeaky converses. Rhett looked down at his own shoes. They, thankfully, were behaving and were not squeaky. Then again, Zell had just gotten here (and already made an impression), meanwhile Rhett’s shoes had the chance to dry off in the humid church.
His streak of arrogance continued as he asked “who needs a chef when you’ve got me?” and at this question, Rhett let his head fall into a supporting hand, the one not holding his bags over his shoulder. He wanted to say something, tell him to shut up for once, but the words didn’t come fast enough as Zell licked the peanut butter off of Ashlyn’s finger. Licked. Not even took a bit into, but actually, on full contact licked her finger. Rhett knew Zell was very forward, but not even he saw this coming. So much for behaving. Poor Ashlyn looked nearly mortified as she watched him do so. Honestly, did Zell ever think at all? Or did he let all his hormones do it for him? Though Rhett had no idea who “Jules” was, he couldn’t help but agree. “No, I doubt he would have,” Rhett said to Zell, quite sternly. Readjusting his bags on his shoulders, Rhett reached up with a spare hand and harshly grabbed Zell’s earlobe. With the earlobe in tow, Rhett pulled Zell forward, whispering “Let’s go.” He ignored the various complaints his partner threw at him.
[/blockquote][/blockquote] Word Count: four eight nine Tags: Lillian/ Ashlyn/ Zell/ open to Nephilim Outfit: Off the Plane [/right][/justify]
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Post by lillian grace midwinter on Jul 25, 2011 16:27:10 GMT -5
all the things you've done, and all the things you lost, and all the things you've won. [/i][/b][/color][/font] WE'RE JUST TRYING TO FIND SOME COLOR IN THIS BLACK&WHITE WORLD[/color][/font] tell me everything will be alright. walk this way with me into the light.[/i][/b][/color][/font] Lilly was fairly certain she would enjoy having Rhett around. She laughed at his comment about Zell's "cheap, messed up band." It really did sound like it would be an odd little band, not something Lilly could see making it in the big time. Then again, nowadays they had weird band names so who was she to truly tell?
The brunette saw Ash's grateful look and just gave her an "anytime" smile. There really was nothing she could do except help out her family, after all. It was one of the perks of having everyone around; you understood the jumble of thoughts they had. The straightening out of those jumbled thoughts was a talent, though, that seemed to be a rarity in their generation. It was probably something just like the cooking. Soon, no one would be able to translate the confused thoughts of the Lightwood clan for another few generations.
Lilly paused at Rhett's suggestion. "You know, I don't think that's such a terrible idea..." she said slowly as the plan started formulating in her head. If the boys talked to her and convinced her to give Lilly back the kitchen, she couldn't say no after all. They were the guests; if they wanted her to cook, her dad - if her mom tried to refuse - would consider it only polite to concede to their wishes. "Oh, no it's -," Lilly paused mid-sentence when the light from the Institute burst into the dark church, lighting up everything around them. No matter how many times Lilly had done that after a battle, or even when she was just killing time at the church, she could never get used to it.
"I forgive you, Ash," Lilly said cheekily, glaring as Ashlyn ruffled her hair. It wasn't like she had done much with it and Lilly had a tendency to run her hands through it anyways, but it was little things like that that reminded Lilly that Ashlyn was actually older than her. It wasn't by much and she certainly didn't act like it sometimes, but still. At Zell's question, Lilly's head turned towards him quickly, a quizzical look on her face. He continued on to say it was her domain and that they could have a legendary partnership. She gave him an amused smile and a scoff of a laughter as he looked back at her and got all dramatic on her. If this was how he was on a normal day, the Institute would end up more chaotic than it already was.
Apparently, Ash wasn't leading them anywhere. Lilly raised an eyebrow as Zell stepped around Ashlyn and her eyes widened to the size of dish plates when he licked her finger. Her hand twitched towards the dagger she kept in her boot, an instinctive measure she had to protect her family. Not that a lick was dangerous, but still. Ashlyn was actually happy with Julian and if Zell messed it up...well, he could consider himself cut out of any sort of kitchen activity. Lilly silently cursed the fact that she couldn't actually try to injure him or her mother would have her burned at the stake.
"No, Julian wouldn't have," she said, her tone firmer and louder than Ashlyn. She didn't care that Rhett and Zell had no idea who Julian was. No one messed with Ashlyn and her happiness if Lilly had anything to do with it, dammit. She gave Rhett a grateful smile - he was most certainly allowed in the kitchen - when he pulled Zell away...by his ear. Lilly couldn't hold back the giggle as she watched Rhett pull Zell away.
She was grateful to have Zell out of there with his squeaky converses - not that she could really talk since her heels made a slight clicking noise - but then she realized that those two probably had no idea where they were going. "Should we go follow them and tell them where their rooms are?" she absently asked Ash, "Or just let them have their guy talk for a little bit?" Lilly continued. She knew that guys did like to talk without girls around and that maybe this was one of those moments and the girls were meant to wait to the side as they talked.
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Post by zell price nitar on Jul 25, 2011 18:27:07 GMT -5
Well, wasn't that offensive? Zell didn't think the band would sound cheap if it had that name. That little comment made him want to start the band just to spite Rhett, but he decided against it. Well, until he knew more people around New York. Musicians came in bundles in this city. Maybe he could find a bundle that needed a singer. He was used to singing, seeing as he'd done it a lot in Tokyo when he was trying to impress girls. Impress girls. That seemed to be working against him in America. He was beginning to not like this place so much.
When everyone simultaneously had a cow about him licking Ash's finger, Zell raised an eyebrow. Listen to them. It was a friendly neighborhood flirtation device. Not common, but usually effective. Then again, he usually pulled that on single girls, because this mention of someone named Jules confirmed his assumption. This chick was off the market. Oh, well. He felt as if he would be too, soon, because Lil seemed like she wanted to kill him and stuff him in a closet for the rest of eternity. This group needed to chill out, and quick.
Wrinkling his nose, Zell gave a weird glance at Ash. He guessed he deserved that, but it was still nasty in every way. He liked this shirt! Gah, people and their weird payback methods. "Who says I was trying to be stealthy? These are converse. When I try to be stealthy, I wear boots. Hell, I could wear converse and still be stealthy if I wasn't so rudely turned down back there. It knocked off my mentality."
[/color] He gave Ash a snooty look that mocked her a bit and kept walking. His boots were part of his fighting gear. He wore his converse a lot more, though. He knew that a fight could happen at any time, but he felt that his grand entrance into New York called for his converse. Quite content with himself, Zell marveled at a random painting as he strolled. That is, until his ear was grabbed. "Rhett, are you serious?! Ow, ow, OW."[/color] Zell angrily batted at Rhett's hand and arm in general. This was completely unnecessary! His ear did not deserve to be tugged on like that. It was rude. He scrunched his face in frustration and elbowed Rhett in the ribs. "By the angel, Rhettie, jet lag hit you hard."[/color] He gave his friend a once-over and shook his head in disapproval. There was no need to treat someone as grown up and capable of handling himself like that. He felt disrespected! Scoffing, Zell made a mental note to give Rhett the silent treatment for a bit. Jerk.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify] tagged; rhett, ash, & lilly words; 453 outfit; here! notes; <3 [/font][/size]
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Post by rhett damon halewile on Jul 25, 2011 19:22:25 GMT -5
Was he serious? Of course he was turned down back there! What else could he have possibly expected? He just licked a girl! Honestly, Zell, thought Rhett, being opposites didn’t mean that one had to have all the brains and one had to have all the brawns. Rhett was determined to prove both those theories in one go.
Still holding on to Zell’s earlobe, Rhett turned a corner so that the two of them were out of ear shot of the two girls and hopefully, from the other residents. He was well aware that he had no idea where he was going but Rhettie wasn't too sure he cared at the moment. The corner he turned into was void of any decoration, which made Rhett think they’d turn into the infirmary hallway. The Institute of Tokyo had a similar set up, so he was only hoping he was right. He was also well aware that Zell was trying to swat his grip off of him, but he failed to remember that when Rhett was determined, his grip turned into iron. To prove this point, he pinched his ear harder. There was suddenly a jab of pain and Rhett came to the realization that Zell had nudged him in the ribs. Oh he was about to get it…
“Funny,” said Rhett, “I was about to say the same thing. What was that back there? Are you trying to get us kicked out?” He received no answer. He looked at Zell, really looked at him, for any signs of an answer. Normally Zell was easy to read, but today he was just being difficult. Rhett hated it when he was difficult, because Zell’s definition of “difficult” was “impossible”. As Rhett was looking for his answer, his partner shook his head at him. Then he scoffed.
The nerve on him sometimes…
He chose to calm down, chose to take things easily. They were both tired and probably both hungry. He knew Zell didn’t like it when he got all worked up and angry, so he forced himself to calm down and think of another way for him to understand. All while he did this, Zell only looked around. “You’re ignoring me?” he asked, now offended. He knew what the other boy was doing, the silent treatment, but to Rhett, he might as well not give a damn. He calmed his tone again, more pleading, more along the lines of "please just understand what I'm trying to say to you". There was no question that Zell wouldn't know what he was trying to say, but whether he accepted it or not was another story. “Look, Zell. I just…you haven’t even known her for ten minutes. We were asked to come here by the Clave, asked to make good use of ourselves. That’s all I want.” Still not a single word from him. Rhett sighed. “Zell, please say something," he said, as his tiredness seemingly caught up to him out of nowhere.
[/blockquote][/blockquote] Word Count: four nine five Tags: Lillian/ Ashlyn/ Zell/ open to Nephilim Outfit: Off the Plane [/right][/justify]
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Post by ashlyn louise lightwood on Jul 26, 2011 6:29:59 GMT -5
I AM WRONG I AM RIGHT I SWEAR I’M RIGHT SWEAR I KNEW IT ALL ALONG i am flawed, but i am cleaning up so well [/b][/i] I AM SEEING IN ME NOW THE THINGS YOU SWORE YOU SAW YOURSELF[/font][/size][/size][/size] .....[/center][/b] Her anger crept up on her like a ghost, seizing hold of her and making her want to last out. She was going to try and resist the urge, until Zell had the nerve to imply that she’d rudely turned him down. Big mistake on his part.Oh, goody,
[/i] she thought, her eyes transforming. They were still golden, but the look they possessed was more feral, more primal and instinctive than any human expression. Target practice.[/i] With nimble fingers, she snatched the dagger from her belt and threw it in Zell’s direction, pleased with her aim when it whistled by his cheek, but mildly disappointed that she didn’t draw blood. “What-”[/b] she started coolly. When most people got angry, they got loud. Not Ash; she got deathly quiet when her temper scorched through her veins, her words coming out coated in a crackle of embers. Even over the din of Zell complaining about Rhett’s grip on his ear, her voice carried through the hall. “-did you expect to happen? Did you expect me to forget all about my boyfriend- and you had to have realized I have a boyfriend, because I’m wearing his shirt, and I’m wearing his ring, and I know you noticed my whole ‘unavailable’ vibe. Did you expect me to forget about Julian and leap into your arms? Did you expect me to shove my tongue down your throat because you sucked on my finger? Did you expect me to sneak away with you to some private corner of the Institute and jump your bones?”[/b] Bluntness was one of her favorite tactics when she was pissed; it tended to make people squirm, like a mouse trying to flee from a cat with its paw on the mouse’s tail. Her voice grew fractionally louder as Rhett pulled him around the corner, presumably to give him a good talking to. “Seriously? What did you expect!?”[/b] she called after them, her hands balled into fists. When the boys were securely around the corner, out of sight, the redhead’s anger fled, leaving her deflated and tired. Dropping the bag- Zell’s, she realized, since Rhett had been so adamant about not giving her his- she slumped back against the nearest wall, sliding down until she was left sitting on the floor, staring at her knees. She looked up, turning her weary gaze on Lilly, a question mark etched onto her face. “I didn’t…”[/b] She struggled to find the right words from her vocabulary, and then to string them together in a way that expressed what she wanted to know. It was proving difficult. “I didn’t bring that on, did I?”[/b] she asked finally. Ashlyn was perfectly aware of her appeal to guys, and she tended to act on it without thinking. But she’d had her vibe up today, her neon ‘taken’ sign thrumming above her head. Hadn’t she? She wasn’t sure anymore. “I didn’t, like, encourage him to flirt with me?”[/b] She needed clarification that this wasn’t her fault. It felt like she’d cheated, otherwise. [/justify][/size] ..... tagged : rhett & lillian & zell & still open. words : five oh two. lyrics : “vindicated” by dashboard confessional. outfit : getting away with everything. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]
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Post by lillian grace midwinter on Jul 27, 2011 22:45:45 GMT -5
all the things you've done, and all the things you lost, and all the things you've won. [/i][/b][/color][/font] WE'RE JUST TRYING TO FIND SOME COLOR IN THIS BLACK&WHITE WORLD[/color][/font] tell me everything will be alright. walk this way with me into the light.[/i][/b][/color][/font] Lilly was going to tie all of them by their ankles and hang them from the steeple. This is why the Midwinters had to sit down and talk about additions to the Institute. Had Lilly known they were allowing a couple of young Shadowhunters under their roof, she would have been more prepared.
Well, at least felt more prepared. It probably all would have gone to Hell anyways, she realized with the group that surrounded her right now, but still. At least she would have felt like it could have gone some other way. Now it just felt like she was losing her balance which never ever happened to Lillian Midwinter.
She barely stopped herself from grabbing her dagger when Zell answered Ashlyn like she was some uneducated child. Sure, Ashlyn had a tendency to act like she was a child at a candy store, but that didn't give him any right to be so rude to her. Though, Lilly should have known that she was really only back-up in this situation. Ashlyn was a big girl; she could take care of herself, and Lilly couldn't help but smile as she began to tell Zell off. You go, girl, she thought, laughing to herself. Thankfully, Rhett knew how to deal with him without resorting to violence. Or at least, not too much violence. And maybe a bit of yelling.
Lilly watched gratefully as they disappeared around the corner and turned to face her cousin, her eyes wide as Ashlyn seemed distraught with guilt or something. She waited until Ashlyn finished her sentence, despite the fact that she knew exactly what she wanted to ask. When she finished, Lilly shook her head. "Nothing outside of normal," Lilly replied and, honestly, it was true. Nothing Ashlyn had done had struck Lilly as overly flirtatious. Then again, the two girls were always told they were flirtatious without even trying more often than not. "Forget about him, all right? He'll just be another splotch in our lives that we can get over quick and easy," she told her cousin, hoping that she was right. The fact that Zell and Rhett (well, Rhett was not at all problematic, but they seemed to be a package deal) were going to be living at the Institute for God knows how long didn't give Lilly too much hope of the "quick and easy" portion of her speech. "And if Zell read into anything you did as flirting, it doesn't mean you cheated," she added, almost as an afterthought, but she knew Ashlyn would understand that that was the underlying message of her "pep talk."
Maybe Lilly should just swear off boys for the rest of her life. That seemed like it would make things easier.
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Post by zell price nitar on Aug 2, 2011 11:05:56 GMT -5
Hearing the dagger whip beside his face made Zell roll his eyes. This people needed to calm down. It was called flirting. She hadn't cheated and he was just playing around. Was that so hard to grasp? Apparently it was, because Ash was blowing up. Was the stereotype true? Were all redheads either soulless or feisty beyond belief? Zell had no reason to believe otherwise. "I didn't suck on your finger. Stop being over-dramatic about this, all of you. It didn't mean anything."
[/color] He said, frustration plain in his voice. He would rather sleep in a vampire-infested church than this one. At least they had a sense of humor. And he'd licked her finger! There was a big difference between lick and suck, and he didn't even get all of the peanut butter off. Really, these people were going to be the end of him. Paying no attention to Rhett as he went off, Zell just kept his expression hard and fixed. He wasn't going to give him anything. He was already royally pissed off and he didn't want to tear his best friend's head off. When he was angry, Zell could say some painful things, and he usually tried to refrain when it came to Rhett. It was getting harder and harder by the minute, though. He felt like a child getting scolded in a store because he put something in the buggy without telling his mom. Seriously, who did Rhett think he was? Oh, right, parabatai. Still. He forced his attention elsewhere. He had no desire to look at or listen to his friend right now, none at all. Raising an eyebrow at Rhett, Zell was impressed that he finally caught on. Damn right he was ignoring him. He was through with the lot of people here. Hell, he might go hang with that infamous monster in the kitchen rather than hang out with these buzz kills! And now he was using the Clave against him. He was trying to make their stay here interesting. Usefulness would come at its time. In the meantime, what the hell else were they supposed to do? Sit around and play board games? No. Zell was going to make the most of his stay. At the suggestion to speak, Zell moved out of Rhett's grasp and sent him a glare before proceeding down the opposite hallway on his own. That's how he wanted it to be for now. He wanted to be alone.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify] tagged; rhett, ash, & lilly words; 411 outfit; here! notes; <3 [/font][/size]
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Post by rhett damon halewile on Aug 2, 2011 11:36:47 GMT -5
Rhett’s eyes widened as Ashlyn threw a dagger. Okay, he’d admit, Zell was being a bit of a jerk, but he was honestly surprised that someone other than Zell resorted to violence first. Normally his parabatai was the one to get angry first, the one to start yelling and—yep, right on cue as he exclaimed that he didn’t “suck” her finger, he “licked it.” What he failed to realize was that to a taken girl, it didn’t matter how extensive the physical contact was. That was like saying “I didn’t make out with you, I kissed you.” There was a very thin line and sometimes, it was just too easy to cross. Switched into defensive mode, Rhett was ready to knock the dagger out of the air before it hit Zell. Maybe his buddy deserved it, but Rhett’s body just moved on its own, all too used to having his back. The only reason he backed down was because Ashlyn missed; whether it was on purpose or not, Rhett didn’t know. He was just thankful when Zell walked off instead of accepting the challenge. He wasn’t the type of boy to hit a girl, but if he felt seriously threatened, it didn’t matter what you were. It could even be Rhett and that was something the latter didn’t like thinking about.
Even to his begging, Zell said nothing. So he was seriously ignoring him? He was kidding, right? Even after Rhett had the patience to sit there and let most of the situation play out? He knew getting further involved would only worsen the problem and as for the pulling of his earlobe, well, it was a sensitive area, even on the big, bad Zell Price Nitar and it proved to be very affective at times. He kept looking at him, hoping Zell would just crumble under his stare. Rhett was always told he had a nasty glare, but it couldn’t be as nasty as Zell’s was in that moment.
Oh he did not just push him out of the way.
He wanted to physical? Fine, things would get physical. If that’s what it took for him to listen. Rhett grabbed wrist and in a traditional tiquando style, spun under Zell’s arm and shoved his own hand to his back, thusly pinning him to wall. Zell, naturally and furiously as Rhett expected him to be, tried to get free. Well this didn’t suit Rhett, so he shoved harder to prove his determination. He didn’t at all care that tiquando was a defensive set of moves at the moment. Right now, he was using it to get a stubborn fellow to shut up and listen. It was proving to be worth it. He also didn’t care that Zell was attempting to walk off and be alone to cool off. Why should he cool off when Rhett was just getting warmed up? That wasn’t very fair.
“You don’t get it, do you?” Rhett said sternly. “Zell, think for once, would you?” He gave the boy one last shove against the wall and then backed off, allowing his partner to right himself and stand straight. Because that’s all Zell needed, was to feel inferior, even though Rhett could easily kick his ass, but then again, it worked both ways. “What would your father say to this? Did you ever think about that?”
[/blockquote][/blockquote] Word Count: five six one Tags: Lillian/ Ashlyn/ Zell/ open to Nephilim Outfit: Off the Plane [/right][/justify]
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