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Post by carter isaiah lightwood on Aug 15, 2011 18:55:44 GMT -5
  FAMILY FRIEND [/font][/color] They’ve all got their opinions, but then what do they know? [/font][/color] If you can’t go back, where the hell do you go?[/font][/color][/center]
Turning the corner onto his street, Carter began to wonder why he’d even volunteered to go out and pick up the Chinese. He hadn’t been bored, per say—he’d been studiously catching up on his demonology a la a borrowed book from the Institute’s library that if he didn’t return by the end of today, Mr. Midwinter was going to chew his head clean off for—but he hadn’t been exactly thrilled by it. It amazed him that the man could think up of so much work and assignments for him to do. Carter wasn’t even, technically, his student anymore, not since he turned eighteen and became a full fledged Nephilim. Somehow, in some way, the man found work for him to do and most of the time, his own father wasn’t happy with what came to mind. Nevertheless, he performed diligently. It was the least he could do to repay the man for putting up with him and his sisters for so many years…
Speaking of putting up with people, it didn’t help that they’d gotten his order wrong before and that the employees could hardly speak English. Now, Carter knew many languages, but Chinese was not one of them. It took the men about fifteen minutes before they figured out what was wrong with the Lightwood order and it was only then that the boy was thankful that he was sent and not his sisters, particularly Ashlyn. See, Victoria would have been too timid to correct them, but Ashlyn would have been all over them for messing up the order, especially since they’d, at first, given her boneless chicken as opposed to orange. Luckily, he was the patient child…
Back to present time and Carter realized he was on the front steps of their lovely home. Mom and Dad weren’t home which meant that the only two people who were expecting his reentry were his darling little sisters. Before he opened the front door, before he even let them know that he was back home, he checked the Chinese, making sure one last time that all their orders had been fulfilled and that Ashlyn was given her orange chicken because God forbid Ashlyn didn’t have her orange chicken to eat. They’d been down that road once before and Carter was sure he never wanted to go there again.
Struggling to get his keys out from his front pockets with one hand while holding the bag full of hot and spicy Chinese food with the other, Carter somehow managed and then miraculously was able to get the key in the appropriate keyhole and walk inside calmly. The house was quiet, a little too quiet and he looked around quickly, darting his eyes to see if he could pick out any of his sisters’ red manes of hair. He saw none, which made him suspicious, because both girls could usually smell the food from all the way upstairs.
Before they came barreling down the stairs to claim their food, Carter set the bag down on the kitchen table and picked out a fortune cookie and then an egg roll for himself—he didn’t get any last time thanks to a certain cousin of theirs barging in—opening up his boneless ribs. When he still heard nothing, he sighed, never having to think he’d have to ring the dinner bell. “CHINESE IS HERE!”
[/b] he shouted upstairs and then finally heard some rumbling, which he identified as footsteps. He picked up the first boneless rib with his fork and stuck it in his mouth, very satisfied with his order. [/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote] --- Word Count: five nine seven Notes: I didn’t think Carter would resort to shouting so quickly…hahaa. Tags: Tori and Ash Lyrics: Family Friend by The Vaccines Outfit: Carter-01 [/justify][/size] |
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Post by ashlyn louise lightwood on Aug 16, 2011 8:50:33 GMT -5
  I SHOULDA NEVER SHOULDA NEVER CAME TO YOU YOU INSISTED FOR ME TO
crossed the line and didn’t mean to[/b][/i] I TAKE IT BACK IF I THOUGHT IT’D MAKE IT WORK NEVER DID BUT I MEANT TO.[/font][/size][/size][/size] .....[/center][/b] Groaning against the sudden sharp sting of noise, loud noise, no less, in the previously mute house, the redhead pulled one of her many pillows over her head in an attempt to block everything out. That one horrible shout- she untangled the sound enough to realize that it had been her brother’s raised voice- had triggered the aftereffects of her binge drinking last night. Last night. Ash groaned again, squeezing her eyelids even more tightly together. Like that would magically let her fall back asleep. The throbbing in her temples, and the blender mincing little bits and pieces of her brain whenever she encountered any type of stimuli were bad enough; remembering her drunken escapades of the previous night just tore at her heart while her hangover tormented the contents of her skull. She’d cheated on Julian. Or at least, she was seventy-three percent sure she’d cheated on Julian. The night before came back to her in patches and snippets: stumbling through the Institute, winding up in the greenhouse. Zell being there. The feel of his fingertips on her skin, at her waist, drawing her closer. The taste of his lips… She vaguely remembered the warmth of his tongue in her mouth, though that memory was a little sketchier than the rest of her flashbacks. But even if they’d only kissed, and there had been no making-out involved, she’d still cheated. God fucking dammit.
Tossing the pillow aside and untangling herself from her sheets, Ash tentatively sat up on the edge of her bed, blinking open her eyes. The glaring brightness of the numbers on her alarm clock, the intensity of the sunlight trying to pry through her thick blue curtains, seared at her retinas, and she looked down quickly. Huh. From what she’d caught of the time, it was going on six ‘o’clock; she’d managed the miracle of sleeping the whole day away without someone or something waking her up. And yet, she hadn’t managed to sleep off her hangover. As she got to her feet and padded out of her room, squinting against the brightness of the hallway as she passed her sister’s room and started down the stairs, she recalled that she’d drunk nearly an entire bottle of vodka all by herself. Oh. That explained why she still felt like shit. The strong scent of Chinese food hit her halfway down the staircase, and she felt a sudden wave of nausea; she retched, and seriously debated just turning around and curling back up in her dark, cool room. Only the unhappy pang of her empty stomach urged her on, rumbling softly at the appealing scent of orange glaze. He’d gotten her favorite, and hungover or not, her body wouldn’t let her refuse orange chicken.
“There’s no need to shout, Carter-sauce.”
[/b] Ashlyn grumbled when she finally caught sight of him in the kitchen, childishly trying to wipe the sleep from her eyes with her knuckles, like she was sure she hadn’t done since she was much, much younger. If only she could erase the snatches of memory from the night before and eat her hangover into submission. Then she’d be peachy. Padding softly, barefoot and in her pajamas, around her brother, Ash offered him a tired smile and set her hand gently on his shoulder, an unspoken thank you for getting food. When mom and dad weren’t home, which was the only explanation she could think of that would’ve allowed her to spend the entire day sleeping, the Lightwood siblings rarely knew what to do with all of the raw ingredients in the fridge. It was usually a coin toss as to who got to go out and scrounge for food for the rest of them. She sidestepped around him, slipping both hands into the greasy brown paper bag to pull out all of the cartons that he hadn’t. Hers wasn’t hard to find; orange sauce oozed through the top of the box, and besides, she could’ve smelled it from back on the stairs. Plopping down in one of the wooden chairs, she snatched up one of the pairs of chopsticks that the restaurant had dumped into the bag, broke them apart, and plucked up a piece of chicken. She took a tentative bite, chewing slowly as she gauged how her stomach was going to react to such rich food. It seemed to be cooperating, so she swallowed that bite and moved on to the next one. [/justify][/size] ..... tagged : carter & tori!
words : seven three nine.
lyrics : "my worst nightmare" by forever the sickest kids.
outfit : heartbroken & hungover.
notes. : they will both know that ash is unhappy. they’re her siblings, and will just know by looking at her. also, i imagine car will be pissed off at her for getting drunk.
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Post by victoria scarlet lightwood on Aug 16, 2011 17:21:38 GMT -5
Drawing always relaxed Victoria. It was by far one of her favorite things to do, which in turn got her even more compared to her mother. Tori stared down at her sketchpad with a charcoal pencil in hand, trying to find a dash of creativity today. She'd even tried turning on music and putting her headphones on to get in the zone. Still, nothing. There were a few shadings of a bridge in the distance of the photo to make room for the center of attention, but Tori was lost on what that attention spot would be. A person? An animal? A shaded figure? An angel? She groaned and slid her headphones off of her head, turning her legs over the side of the bed to hop off of it. She didn't really know why she'd gotten fully dressed since she'd just stayed inside all day. Oh, well. It was comfortable, so it wasn't a totally bad idea.
Going over to her dresser, Tori looked into the mirror above it. Tilting her head, she gathered all of her hair and held it up, as if it were in a ponytail. Nope. She let her hair crash down on her shoulders in defeat. She'd been this lost all day. With nothing to do and no parents or siblings to hang out with, Tori had been bored to tears all day. She half-wanted to go outside and go to the institute to train, and she never did that alone. It was just something to do. Her siblings were both on their own and so were her parents. Tori knew she couldn't rely on them for entertainment, but they were someone to talk to, at least. Scrunching her face, she peered into the mirror again. All the negativity she was enduring from herself wasn't like her. She was usually positive. Today was an off day.
Then, Tori heard her brother downstairs call that he had chinese. Oh, yay! That was something to do! She looked back at her sketchpad and frowned. Maybe it would give her a shot of creativity, too. Tori doubted that. It was just chinese food. Going downstairs, Vic entered the kitchen and smiled at her brother. "Thanks!"
[/color] Taking her carton of sesame chicken and fried rice, she sat gracefully in one of the chairs beside Ashlyn and opened her chopsticks. Victoria always got the same thing from the Chinese place up the street. Or from any Chinese place. Sesame chicken was her absolute favorite, and when smothered in fried rice, it was irresistible--even more than usual! Side-glancing at her sister, Victoria did a double take. Was she feeling alright? Ashlyn obviously wasn't in a very great mood, but what had happened? She'd slept through the entire day, which could only mean she'd been on one of her infamous adventures last night. Vic tried not to let her curiosity get the best of her as she took a bite of her chicken. No need to get too nosy. She always annoyed herself when she asked too many questions, so that could only mean that she annoyed everyone else as well. It'd be stupid to do so anyway with that kind of knowledge under your belt. She looked at Carter and then at Ash one more time before forcing herself to look at her food, and only at her food. Victoria was well aware that she was way too hard on herself, but it was instinct now. She didn't know why. What she did know was that one day, she was going to need to stop being such a pansy.[/justify][/blockquote] tagged; carter & ash <3 words; 599 outfit; here!notes; VICTORIA MAN UP. [/size][/font][/blockquote] |
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Post by carter isaiah lightwood on Aug 19, 2011 8:12:29 GMT -5
FAMILY FRIEND [/font][/color] They’ve all got their opinions, but then what do they know? [/font][/color] If you can’t go back, where the hell do you go?[/font][/color][/center]
The rampage of footsteps alerted Carter that he’d gotten their attention finally. He was a bit surprised that they weren’t waiting for him on the other side of the front door, hungry and anxious, ready to pounce on him for their food like they normally were with their arms crossed over their chests and—well, Ashlyn would have that sort of pose. Victoria would probably be waiting shyly by the stairs.
The first sister to stumble in was Ashlyn and when Carter says she stumbled in, he meant it quite literally. Something was definitely off about her, he could immediately tell, and he was sure he knew the culprit. She’d been out again last night, no doubt, alone and in need of nonliving company. She wiped her eyes with her knuckles childishly and it momentarily brought Carter back to a time where she did that on a normal basis. He was disrupted from his thoughts, however, as the smell of orange chicken overwhelmed him as it usually did. She’d drawn out her carton and sat down sloppily into one of the wooden kitchen chairs. Watching her as she broke apart her chopsticks, Carter concluded with himself that he was right. Though, what really gave it away was how she smelled. The least she could have done was take a shower, however, Carter wasn’t sure he liked the idea of that either, afraid she’d been too drunk and slipped and fell. He rolled his eyes, trying his best just to enjoy the boneless ribs, but Ashlyn’s condition only took away from his hunger. Ashlyn had said that there was no reason to shout and Carter only shrugged. “I doubt you would have heard me otherwise,” he said simply and then was made aware of how long she’d actually been sleeping.
To his rescue came Tori and it amazed Carter how opposite these two girls could be sometimes. Carter smiled when she said thanks and then looked at Ashlyn again, wondering if she was about to conk out again. Tori followed his gaze, apparently, and a look of concern washed over her. Car couldn’t understand Ashlyn’s fascination with drinking. One, she was completely underage. Hell, he was underage. Two, it did nothing well for her, every time, though she was convinced that something good came out of it. And three, it only brought on concern from her siblings. Did she like to worry them sick? Car could only imagine if Mom, no, worse, if Dad had been home now. She would’ve been beaten shitless. But no, he was the oldest home, which meant he’d have the responsibility of scolding her today. Oh, goodie.
It wasn’t like she honestly listened and at this thought, Car only grew more annoyed with her. He realized that he was getting himself worked up, that Ashlyn wasn’t even doing anything to provoke his over protectiveness, but he couldn’t help but release a harsh, uptight tone when he asked coolly, “So Ash…save any for the rest of us?-”
[/b] He looked up at her briefly, his stiff gaze meeting her…well, not stiff one. He didn’t know what to call her look. Other than unfocused. Taking another bite into his boneless ribs, as a way of forcing himself to eat so that he wouldn’t get himself sick, he kept his sights on Ashlyn. When he’d finished swallowing, he added, “-or were you too busy dumbing down to even think about it?”[/b] [/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote] --- Word Count: five seven four Notes: Poor Ashlyn...haha Tags: Tori and Ash Lyrics: Family Friend by The Vaccines Outfit: Carter-01 [/justify][/size] |
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Post by ashlyn louise lightwood on Aug 19, 2011 10:38:31 GMT -5
I SHOULDA NEVER SHOULDA NEVER CAME TO YOU YOU INSISTED FOR ME TO
crossed the line and didn’t mean to [/b][/i] I TAKE IT BACK IF I THOUGHT IT’D MAKE IT WORK NEVER DID BUT I MEANT TO.[/font][/size][/size][/size] .....[/center][/b] Tori slipped into the kitchen, up and dressed like she’d been out and about. The redhead sifted through her subconscious, trying to recall if she’d heard any sound of her sister coming or going. Nothing stood out as evidence that she’d gone anywhere, no doors banging or calls of “I’ll be back later, I’m going to” insert wherever little Vic would go to spend her time. Probably the Institute with Max, or out at a comic shop with Uncle Simon. Thanking Carter for grabbing dinner, the youngest Lightwood scooped up her sesame chicken and slid into the seat next to Ashlyn, digging into her own food.
Ash could feel their eyes on her, Carter’s gold irises the color of dark maple syrup, Victoria’s translucent green of beer bottle glass. She didn’t like knowing that her siblings were looking at her; she could feel their concern for her drilling through her skin every single time they shot her a worried glance. In Carter’s case, she could feel the judgments whirling around in his brain. Did they really have to look at her like that? Like they wondered why she drank in the first place. Like they wanted her to stop. Like they cared. Their concern only shoveled more guilt onto her already guilt-ridden shoulders. She speared another piece of orange chicken and chewed it slowly, using her full mouth as an excuse to keep quiet when the frustrated part of her wanted to scream “stop looking at me like that!” at her siblings. Car countered her comment that shouting wasn’t necessary by claiming that she wouldn’t have heard him otherwise. And she wouldn’t have; she would’ve stayed in bed, curled up under her sheets, sleeping soundly. Then, whenever she woke up, she would’ve wandered downstairs and scoured the fridge for food, only to be pleasantly surprised to find a magical box of orange chicken waiting to soothe her grumbling tummy. Technically, her brother calling her down to eat had really only ruined her day.
Not that it hadn’t already been ruined. Waking up with a throbbing hangover induced headache, with the stale scent of vodka clinging to her skin and her mouth tasting like something had crawled inside while she slept and then proceeded to die and undergo several weeks of decay in a few short hours never claimed to be a doctor recommended way to start one’s day. She’d seen the disapproval of her state in Carter’s eye when she’d stumbled into the kitchen, but really, he should have been fucking proud of her. She’d made it into her own bed last night, which if he recalled hadn’t been the case eleven months ago when she’d had her last binge episode. Last time, she’d woken up in Kael’s room down in Brooklyn, on his bed, with her cousin’s pale blue eyes watching her with an amused curiosity. The warlock announced that she’d shown up at the loft at four in the morning, and that he’d been kind enough to smuggle her in and hide her until she sobered up. Ashlyn had been grateful, though for the next week it had felt like every time she moved in the leather jacket she’d passed out in, she shed glitter.
Not only had she wound up at home, but the redhead had managed to get into the house, up the stairs, and into her room with enough stealth not to wake up any of the four highly trained nephilim whose rooms she passed on the way. And then she’d taken the time and energy to change out of her mini dress into her pajamas, instead of just flopping onto the bed and passing out as she was. And, she’d yet to throw up, though she didn’t want to dwell on that fact for too long lest she jinx it. Ashlyn was better than most drunks, and it irked her a little bit that Car didn’t bother to acknowledge, even to himself, that she was perfectly capable of taking care of herself.
“… Save any for the rest of us?” “You and Tor never struck me as the Absolut type.”
[/b] Ashlyn shrugged, her voice edged with frost. If he got to be the ice king, then she got to be the ice queen. “But if you’re worried about the possibility of alcohol poisoning, you can relax. I shared.”[/b] Not much, but she’d surrendered the remnants of her bottle to Zell when she stumbled upon him in the greenhouse. She munched on another piece of chicken thoughtfully. “Though an iratze couldn’t hurt.”[/b] Her brother swallowed his mouthful of boneless ribs, and then went on to ask if she’d been too busy dumbing down. The nephilim’s hazel eyes narrowed murderously. Really? He was going to challenge the way she handled herself? It’s not like this happened every Thursday night, in which case she could understand him waging an intervention. Twice a year was nothing to get all worked up over. “Did you ever consider that maybe I know what I’m doing?”[/b] Ash countered. “Or were you too busy riding your high horse to remember that you’re not dad?”[/b] [/justify][/size] ..... tagged : carter & tori!
words : eight five two.
lyrics : “my worst nightmare” by forever the sickest kids.
outfit : heartbroken & hungover.
notes. : @ kelli: burned. @ jami: vic is too quiet and innocent and adorable for ash to channel any of her anger at her. not when carter’s in the room being all disapproving.
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Post by carter isaiah lightwood on Aug 19, 2011 11:38:15 GMT -5
FAMILY FRIEND [/font][/color] They’ve all got their opinions, but then what do they know? [/font][/color] If you can’t go back, where the hell do you go?[/font][/color][/center]
It wasn’t that Carter really liked playing the bad cop, but in all honesty, he couldn’t find another way to deal with his younger sister. He wasn’t an idiot; he knew she was already feeling guilty for what happened, whatever happened, and he knew that he yelling at her wouldn’t help the situation, but he couldn’t help it. All his frustration and concern was just spewing out of his mouth in ice cold remarks. Was it fair to the girl? Probably not, but maybe it’d force her to stop and think next time and that’s all Carter really wanted. She looked back at him and Victoria a few times before choosing to ignore them and continue eating. With worried eyes, Carter realized that she looked thinner, dehydrated even and so with a sigh, he got up and went to the cabinet, fetching three glasses. How much had she drunk exactly? He walked over the fridge and filled them all up with icy water, setting the glasses down in front of each of them. Singling her out wasn’t the best option at the moment, so to avoid this, Carter drank some of the water he’d gotten for himself, even though he was really thirsty. He regained possession of his chopsticks after that and continued eating, his eyes constantly watching his two younger sisters.
He was relieved to see that it wasn’t only him. Victoria looked very concerned as well, but as where she looked genuinely worried for her sister, he probably looked more frustrated with her. He couldn’t help it; again, this was how big bad Carter showed his concern over people. He got frustrated with them, another perk he inherited from their father, no doubt.
Carter got a feel for what she was thinking about: most likely the fact that she could take care of herself, which may be true when she was sober, but when she was disheveled, she was as vulnerable as any other girl was with her little build. She didn’t seem to realize that there was a difference between being able to think you can defend yourself and actually, physically being able to defend yourself. The mind may move her motivation, may tell her she’s all right, but it could not move her limbs in the way she often thought it could. The mind was a bastardly thing when one was drunk; makes you see things when they’re not really there.
“You and Tor never struck me as the Absolut type,” she’d said and Carter rolled his eyes. He grabbed for another boneless rib, but thought better of it and moved on to his pork fried rice. “But if you’re worried about the possibility of alcohol poisoning, you can relax. I shared.” His eyebrow quirked at this, but then he shoved aside his rice and looked at her incredulously. “Yes Ashlyn, because that makes everything better, doesn’t it? Alcohol poisoning is the least of my concerns.”
[/b] He looked at her and then saw Tori, sitting there so innocently and concerned for both of them that he forced himself to take a deep breath and check his tone. “Who’d you share it with, exactly?”[/b] he asked, hoping to dear God she wasn’t about to say some random shmo she’d met on the side of the road when asking what time it was or for directions home. Okay, this wasn’t likely, but as the typical paranoid brother he was, this was where his mind went to. He ignored her remark about the healing rune. “Do you?”[/b] he asked, again getting frustrated. “Do you know what you’re doing Ashlyn? You mean to tell me that there’s nothing you’ve done drunk that you wouldn’t have done sober? Do you just not care to remember?” [/b] “Or were you too busy riding your high horse to remember that you’re not dad?” He took a ragged breath, almost as if the wind had been knocked out of him. His cheeks flushed in the way that they sometimes did when he was angry, his pale skin never helping his coloration. “No,”[/b] he said tightly, “I’m not Dad, but sometimes, I wish I was. Sometimes, I wish that there was a way I could get through to you. Just once.”[/b] He got up from his seat and pulled out his stele from his back pocket. Just because he was angry with her didn’t mean that he cared any less, now did it? And it was disheartening to him to see her suffering from what was obviously a bad headache. “Hold still,”[/b] he nearly ordered as he brought the stele down to her skin. [/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote] --- Word Count: seven seven eight Notes: He still cares <3 Haha Tags: Tori and Ash Lyrics: Family Friend by The Vaccines Outfit: Carter-01 [/justify][/size] |
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Post by victoria scarlet lightwood on Aug 19, 2011 15:26:50 GMT -5
It was hard not to wrinkle her nose at Ashlyn's smell. It wasn't too harsh a scent, but it was there. Vic had never liked alcohol. Then again, she'd never tasted it. It just smelled horrific and she'd had no desire to be around it. Ashlyn seemed to be the opposite, and Tori knew it was no place of hers to judge, so she stayed quiet. The good thing is that she got to see a smile out of Carter. He wasn't always the happiest of people, but she always loved getting at least a grin out of him. It was the same way with Ashlyn, but she didn't want to try today. She had a feeling that it might end up backfiring and she wanted Ash to feel better. Making her more sullen was the last thing Vic wanted.
Tori calmly ate her chicken, more than satisfied with the quality of her order. She'd always had a strange appreciation for food. Maybe it was because her metabolism allowed her to eat enormous amounts of it and she stayed at a solid 95 pounds. She tried to keep her intake relatively moderate and healthy, though. She had no desire to get out of shape by eating the wrong things. Chinese was something she never turned down, for obvious reasons. Sensing the outbursts of frustration, Tori looked up at her two siblings. They bickered a lot, but it usually had good intentions behind it. Nevertheless, it irritated Victoria. She'd never liked fighting, especially between family members.
As Carter poked the bear with his question, Tori fought the urge to sink down into her chair and out of sight. Her intuition had never failed her before, yet she found herself hoping it would this time. To no avail, it proved to be correct, and here she was, about to witness an argument. One of many, but Vic never got used to them. She looked between them, tempted to escape back into her bedroom with her food. She knew her parents didn't like them eating in their rooms, though, so she stayed put. Perhaps she could save it for later. Her thought process was interrupted when Ashlyn countered Carter. Quite well, but that wasn't the point. Her curiosity was sparked when Carter asked who she shared the alcohol with. Julian, maybe? Huh. She considered all the options as she took another bite of her chicken.
Victoria tried to hold back her sharp tongue as Carter snapped back about the whole you're-not-dad thing, but it failed. "I don't see the point in arguing about it. From what I can tell it just sends you both in a circle and back into the never-ending cycle of who's in the right and who's in the wrong."
[/color] Immediately regretting what she'd said, Vic looked away from them and her face flushed. The girl had too many sides to keep track of, even for herself. She'd never been one to hide her thoughts and stand up for them once she got irritated enough. Though Victoria was more timid than she liked, she was also incredibly feisty. It was a somewhat rare thing to witness, but these were her siblings. They'd had to have seen it more than just this once. The instances were just few and far between.[/justify][/blockquote] tagged; carter & ash <3 words; 549 outfit; here!notes; meep. [/size][/font][/blockquote] |
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Post by ashlyn louise lightwood on Aug 21, 2011 7:58:14 GMT -5
I SHOULDA NEVER SHOULDA NEVER CAME TO YOU YOU INSISTED FOR ME TO
crossed the line and didn’t mean to [/b][/i] I TAKE IT BACK IF I THOUGHT IT’D MAKE IT WORK NEVER DID BUT I MEANT TO.[/font][/size][/size][/size] .....[/center][/b] Ash followed his movements with her cautious, curious gaze as Carter got up from the table and loped over to the fridge. He’d cornered her with his sudden rage at her, and to avoid lashing out and further destroying the niceties between the two of them, she considered herself as standing on eggshells. When Car set three glasses of water down on the table, the redhead knew that he’d done it for her benefit, to encourage her to rehydrate. She considered stubbornly pushing the glass away and ignoring it, but that would only spark his overprotective anger and they’d be fighting again. Grasping at the dewy glass, Ashlyn pulled the cup up to her mouth and gulped down a swallow, mostly to appease Carter to prevent another flip out.
Her brother inquired about whom she’d shared her alcohol with, and the nephilim girl turned over the idea of telling him the truth. That she’d shared her vodka with one of the new shadowhunters, fresh off the plane from Tokyo. That she’d shared with a boy named Zell, who was also underage- there was no way that he was twenty-one, Ashlyn reasoned- and then made out with him in the Institutes greenhouse. She paused her thoughts, trying to remember if they had made out, or if he’d pushed her away, insisting that he wanted to wait until she was sober. Both memories seemed fuzzy, clouded by her foggy imagination, but built on shreds of truth. Ugh. It was all so confusing. “I shared with one of the visiting nephilim, Zell.”
[/b] she answered slowly, careful to not say his name the same way she said Julian’s: like his parents had picked only the good letters from the alphabet and strung them together when they decided on his name. The blonde lashed out at her, flinging his words with the same deadly accuracy that he threw his daggers with. They hit their mark, piercing her skin, deflating her. No, she had absolutely no idea what she was doing to her life, but at least she had more of an idea about the logistics of her own life than he did, so who was he to butt his nose in? Of course there were thing that she’d done drunk that she probably wouldn’t have done sober. Of course she couldn’t remember all of them, while others she obviously didn’t care to remember. She bit the inside of her cheek to keep her remarks in check, averting her gaze so he couldn’t see the memories fluttering around in the confines of her skull. “No, I’m not Dad, but sometimes, I wish I was. Sometimes, I wish that there was a way I could get through to you. Just once.” Was he trying to make her feel bad? “Shut up Carter. Just… shut up. Please.”[/b] she sighed, looking down at her orange chicken. If he was trying, he was succeeding. But Carter always succeeded; always. He was the golden child in the family, the spitting image of Dad, with Mom’s patience and ability to think before speaking to smooth out all of the rough edges until he shone. He wasn’t too reckless, like her, or too timid, like Tor. Slumping forward, her forearms crossed in front of her and pressing against the table, Ash poked her Chinese away, suddenly more nauseated than hungry. Tangling a hand in her fiery hair, the girl felt like she was holding her head together. Like some demon had snuck in during the night, and had just woken up angry, taking all of its frustration at being trapped out on her poor little brain. She squeezed her eyes shut against the bright light, opening them only briefly to shoot an angry glance at her brother to find him not there. Tor piped up that they really shouldn’t fight, since they always ended up in a chaotic downward spiral where neither of them ended up winning. They just always blamed each other, never able to be the bigger person and agree that they were in the wrong. Grateful and dimly surprised at her sister’s bluntness, Ashlyn started to thank her and apologize to Carter, to stop things before they got any worse, when - “Hold still,”- a stele pushed hard against her skin. She gritted her teeth, her sheer determination keeping her from wincing against the pain. “Ow,”[/b] she mumbled, grimacing. “I know you’re mad, but that’s no reason to stab me, Car.”[/b] He probably hadn’t meant to stab her, had probably just gotten so worked up that it naturally happened, but still. Ouch! Only the rough burn that scorched her flesh as he started sketching a rune- an iratze, by the pattern of the burning- soothed her. It calmed her in that masochistic way that all runes calmed her, because they were granting her strength or speed or stealth or health or balance. The burn always resulted in a better her, so she muscled through it. [/justify][/size] ..... tagged : car & tor!
words : eight two four.
lyrics : “my worst nightmare” by forever the sickest kids.
outfit : heartbroken & hungover.
notes. : meh.
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Post by carter isaiah lightwood on Aug 21, 2011 14:07:45 GMT -5
FAMILY FRIEND [/font][/color] They’ve all got their opinions, but then what do they know? [/font][/color] If you can’t go back, where the hell do you go?[/font][/color][/center]
His head perked up at her answer. In all honesty, Carter wasn’t expecting an answer. Sometimes, Ashlyn was very unreasonable, but then again, so was he. But she’d answered, which meant she was cooling down, which meant that Carter should technically give her the benefit of the doubt and calm down himself. But no, her answer only made him more wary. A visiting Nephilim? From where? Oh, wait—Aunt Isabelle had mentioned something about two of them coming from Tokyo to help out around the city. He mused over the name Zell, tried to think if it sounded at all familiar. It didn’t, which led him to believe that he was one of the two coming from half way across the globe. He sighed, looking at Ashlyn. “Was he drunk? Was he aware of what he was doing? Or did you two just…Just tell me you didn’t do anything you’d regret, Ashlyn. Please.”
[/b] It didn’t matter to him much if the new boy knew what he was doing or not. To Carter’s horror, he probably did. It was Ashlyn that mattered to him. "I don't see the point in arguing about it. From what I can tell it just sends you both in a circle and back into the never-ending cycle of who's in the right and who's in the wrong." Carter stopped for a moment and looked at Victoria. Sadly and regrettably, Carter actually kind of forgot his youngest sister was even there. She was just so quiet and she was the reasonable one who didn’t get involved or fuel the fire that was Carter and Ashlyn’s arguments. She was flushing, meaning she felt like she was in the wrong. She wasn’t. Carter and Ashlyn were, but both wouldn’t readily admit to that, even though it was undoubtedly true. “I’m sorry,”[/b] he said wearily, though he didn’t know who he was saying it to nor for what he was apologizing. He knew the answer to his question, so he would admit that it was a tad bit cruel, but sometimes he had to be. Sometimes he felt like he had to be, in order to get his point across because Carter wasn’t the type of person who could easily express his emotions, hence this whole argument. When he showed concern, he was angry, when he was angry, he tended to stay quiet, when he felt like being alone, he sought company. Everything he did was the opposite of what he intended for it to be. Like that one night…at that Downworlder party with Declan. His close cousin had been so drunk that he was saying…just saying these ridiculous things and in order to make him feel better, Carter played along. He’d kissed him back, even though he didn’t want to, just to show that he was there for him, but once again his actions backfired and now every time Declan saw his cousin, he tended to shy away, embarrassed or angry with him or what, Carter didn’t know. But it sucked. He didn’t like being so distant from his loved ones. Which was why he often felt frustrated with Ashlyn and sometimes Victoria, because they were both growing up before his very eyes and often went places that he couldn’t follow. He didn’t like it; didn’t like the fact that he had to let go of his sisters and send them into the world on their own. If he was thinking this way about his sisters, then he sure as hell felt bad for his future kids. “Shut up Carter. Just… shut up. Please.” She had every right to tell him to shut up, he realized because even though he was doing it out of concern, he was just being very cold to her and Carter didn’t like doing that. So instead of lashing out at her like he felt like doing, he raked his hands through his hair. She’d gone back to eating but before she could get too involved in her food, he stood up and drew an iratze on her forcefully, though he didn’t intentionally mean to be rough. He only realized that he was being rough when Ashlyn pointed it out to him via telling him that he didn’t have to stab her. He eased up the tension, made the healing rune actually feel like it was healing her and not punishing her for being what Carter thought was a dolt. “Sorry,”[/b] he murmured into his work. When he finished drawing the healing rune, he shoved his stele back into his back pocket and sat back down, pulling the tin carton of boneless ribs closer to him and taking a few more bites, actually able to eat again. “Eat and head up to bed,”[/b] he said and looked up at her. “You better be completely sober by the time Mom and Dad come home. I doubt you want to hear the same thing twice.”[/b] [/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote] --- Word Count: eight two six Notes: sorry it's long xD Tags: Tori and Ash Lyrics: Family Friend by The Vaccines Outfit: Carter-01 [/justify][/size] |
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Post by victoria scarlet lightwood on Aug 21, 2011 15:06:06 GMT -5
Fights were unnecessary. So was scolding. Vic was lucky she never went through either of those things, she supposed. Being a good girl had its ups and downs. Given, it was a little boring from time to time, but you never had to endure a lecture or anything. Tori didn't know how her sister put up with it all the time. Then again, Ashlyn had a life that was actually fun as opposed to Victoria's dull one. The most exciting thing that ever happens to Victoria was when she got letters from her childhood friend in Idris. Then again, he hadn't sent one in a month or two, so what was she to do? Nothing, just like she'd done all day. She knew she should've left.
Tori ignored the water, focusing on her food as opposed as letting her frustration be shown to her siblings. She didn't like being the bad guy or the buzz kill or the newly-found peace ruiner. So, she slumped down in her chair, when she was usually so poised and petite with her posture. She'd never been particularly good at hiding how she felt. Of course, she'd never say how she felt, but her body language sold her short every single time. Looking up at Carter's apology, Vic just looked back down in defeat. Had they even realized she was there, or was she just fading to black in the background of their arguments? Not that she'd wanted their attention in particular, but being forgotten when she was in the room wasn't exactly the most flattering of things.
A bit too negative to eat, Tori sat her food down on the table and stared at the iratze that Carter was drawing on Ashlyn. Runes always looked so painful. And, well, they were. Tori didn't like them and she never would. She just put up with them because she had no choice. Really, when she thought about it, she was kind of a cruddy nephilim. She was timid, a pushover of sorts, and way too nice to ever hurt anyone. So what was she going to do when she got into a troublesome situation? As flattering as having a bunch of people that would protect her without blinking an eye, Victoria was very independent. What if she wanted to fight her own battle? To put it honestly, Tori had little to no faith that she'd win against something or someone that was more than potentially dangerous.
Frustrated with herself, now, Tori took her food and chopsticks and wordlessly headed up to her bedroom. She shut the door and plopped down on her bed after setting her food on her computer desk. She needed to train more, but she had such a fragile body composition that the only good skill she already had was her speed. That was the one thing going for her and it wasn't enough. It would make her get noticed, though. That was always a good thing. Letting out a sigh to try and heal her sudden irritation with everything, Vic looked out the window. To be honest, she was just tired of not getting noticed because she was one of the only immediate nephilim to behave. Even Mr. and Mrs. Midwinter didn't acknowledge her, especially when Mr. Midwinter was teaching. Perhaps he thought she already understood the material and didn't have to call on her to answer a question. Victoria needed to stop being so negative, but she couldn't. Sometimes even the brightest of rays is interfered.
tagged; carter & ash <3 words; 585 outfit; here!notes; meep.
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Post by ashlyn louise lightwood on Aug 27, 2011 22:35:00 GMT -5
I SHOULDA NEVER SHOULDA NEVER CAME TO YOU YOU INSISTED FOR ME TO
crossed the line and didn’t mean to [/b][/i] I TAKE IT BACK IF I THOUGHT IT’D MAKE IT WORK NEVER DID BUT I MEANT TO.[/font][/size][/size][/size] .....[/center][/b] Carter, in his typical brotherly fashion, snapped to attention at the mention of his kid sister sharing alcohol with a boy he was unfamiliar with. Ashlyn expected nothing less from her reliably overprotective brother. The idea of her drinking, underage, unnerved him; the idea of her drinking, underage and with a boy whose morals hadn’t been thoroughly questioned and deemed acceptable by an immediate family member (though Carter seemed to thoroughly enjoy heading the interrogation himself), terrified him. He rattled off a string of questions- was he drunk, had he known what he was doing, had she done anything she’d regret? The redhead eyed her brother, tossing around the notion of simply ignoring him. Instead deciding to let him sit and stew, the girl fought to remember as much of her life as she could to try and pinpoint the exact moment when Car’s overbearing tendencies had slipped from warm and comforting to hard and typically unwelcomed. Probably sometime shortly after her fourteenth birthday, when she’d come home to giddily announce that she had her first boyfriend, a mundane named Tyler. Granted, Tyler had only lasted four days, but his short-lived invasion into the Lightwood family’s life had been enough to stir Carter into an unpleasant frenzy against any and all of Ash’s boyfriends. It frequently felt like he ventured out of his way to try and break up her and her boyfriend of the moment.
With a sigh- part frustration, part exhaustion- she held up a hand and halfheartedly ticked off the answers to his questions on her fingers. “No, he wasn’t drunk, yes, he knew what he was doing,”
[/b] She thought of Zell, his fingers playing with her hair as he leaned in to kiss her, his hands sliding down to her waist to draw her flush against his bare torso. Yes, he’d certainly known what he’d been doing. “I’m sure to your absolute displeasure. And…”[/b] She faltered when it came time to tick off the last question, to answer whether or not she’d done something she regretted. Her lips curled down into a frown. Oh, right. He’d pushed her away when she’d invited him to make out with her, insisting that they not kiss until they were both sober. They’d only kissed, which technically counted as cheating on Julian… but some buried piece of her felt irrationally sure that stepping out on her boyfriend hadn’t been a bad thing. “... and I don’t think I did anything that I regret…”[/b] The blonde etched the healing rune onto her skin instead of into it, easing the amount of pressure he’d been applying so that the burn of the stele actually felt pleasant. Better than pleasant: it felt like chicken noodle soup. Warm and comforting, curing her illness as the fire spread through her body from the tips of her toes all the way up to the aching hole of her skull. “Thanks,”[/b] she murmured. The chair next to her scraped back across the tile floor, and Ashlyn turned, startled, to watch her sister pad away from the table, food in tow. The redhead exchanged a look with her brother, “what did we do this time?” written in every rounded line of her expression. Since Carter had instructed her to eat up and then head back upstairs, and since she currently felt too nauseas to finish eating, she folded the paper flaps on the carton closed and set it in the fridge before heading up the stairs herself. She didn’t bother knocking, instead letting herself into her little sister’s room. “Tor?”[/b] she asked quietly, feeling a little out of place. Since they usually hung out in her room, or in Lillian’s room at the Institute, Ashlyn hadn’t been in Victoria’s room since her sister’s butterfly phase. Seeing the room without illustrations of insects reminded her that Tor was growing up, and she felt bad about all of the times she’d ignored her sister. They’d just been born polar opposites: one with complete self assurance and a fierce determination to get whatever she wanted, the other quiet and unsure, timid and meek. It was why Tori would one day inherit the earth, and why Ashlyn would one day crash and burn. She picked her way across the carpet to sit on the edge of the other girl’s bed, unsure how exactly to interact with her sister. It had been too long, and her lack of education on the matter during the early years of her life was starting to shine through the chinks in her armor. “What’s wrong?”[/b] she asked lamely. [/justify][/size] ..... tagged : car & tor!
words : seven six one.
lyrics : “my worst nightmare” by forever the sickest kids.
outfit : heartbroken & hungover.
notes. : going out of order is messing with my brain. but it’s my fault for not responding to this sooner. so, i’ll shut up now.
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Post by carter isaiah lightwood on Aug 31, 2011 8:23:27 GMT -5
FAMILY FRIEND [/font][/color] They’ve all got their opinions, but then what do they know? [/font][/color] If you can’t go back, where the hell do you go?[/font][/color][/center]
Was Carter the pot or the kettle, exactly? He didn’t know, didn’t take the time to think about it. Ashlyn had left herself time to think about it, obviously, because she was letting him simmer while she took her sweet time answering his questions. A bit annoyed, he couldn’t understand why he was being made to wait. Was she doing it on purpose? He thought them to be relatively simple questions.
As Ashlyn mulled over the night prior to this fight, Carter looked over at his youngest sister. She seemed all right; a little annoyed at the two of them, but all right. She’d hardly taken a bite out of her food and he’d offered her a drink. She was concentrating on her Chinese, not bothering to see if her two elder siblings were done fighting. He knew she thought of fighting to be unnecessary and Carter did, too, but he couldn’t help it. She’d understand one day; when she got her first boyfriend—which was a day Carter was not looking forward to—she’d understand how easy it was to become frustrated with her siblings when they couldn’t understand what she was feeling. That was the basis of this whole argument, wasn’t it? Car and Ash were just refusing to meet half way and understand the other. That was slowly changing though, as Car could see Ash thinking hard.
She looked up at him and held out her hand jokingly. Carter’s attention was brought to an annoyed Victoria to an even more annoyed Ashlyn. Honestly, it wasn’t fair, living among girls, and he could hardly count Dad because he was out a lot on business. Just about the only male companionship he had were the Midwinter boys. There was also their cousin Kael, but the latter thought caused Carter to shudder, remembering his last “play date.” He’d dragged him back to the Bane loft and sat him down in front of his elaborately decorated computer—honestly, who had a bejeweled laptop? And then for the next five hours, they did some online shopping from Prada and Gucci, names and brands Carter had never heard of until Kael showed him. He was thankful that his cousin wanted to spend time with him, really, he was, but couldn’t they so something more… manly? Considering this was Kael, Carter doubted so. He didn’t seem like the “let’s go kill something unholy!” type like Carter was.
“No, he wasn’t drunk, yes, he knew what he was doing,” she said and Carter wasn’t at all relieved. Great, so he was sober and had absolutely every idea of what he was doing to his drunken, vulnerable sister. At least she was telling the truth, so Carter tried not to show a frustrated exterior. He failed, the minute she said it would be to his “absolute displeasure.” Yes, it was to his displeasure, but he chose not to say anything, partly because she didn’t give him time to interrupt her. She stopped ticking off his questions and he grew suspicious of this. Ashlyn wasn’t one to hesitate often, especially after expertly dealing with Carter on several occasions. She didn’t think she did anything she’d regret? A brow rose at this, but he chose to again say nothing.
Which led him to consider that she needed a healing rune. So he’d gotten up and etched one into her skin. Sometimes it was hard to control his hot headedness he inherited from…well, in truth, both parents. She murmured thanks and he withdrew himself from her space when he’d finished. “It’s fine,”
[/b] he said simply. After which, Tori’s chair was empty and it took him a moment to realize that it was unoccupied with his youngest sister. She was so quiet…and brash. He looked to Ashlyn, a worried expression written clearly both on their faces. He clearly saw the message from her features and in response to this, shrugged. Ashlyn was the first to act, putting away her Chinese and heading upstairs. Right, she knew better than he…being a girl and all. He let her get a head start and cleaned up downstairs, putting away his food and placing the dishes in the sink when need be. He was relieved to see that Ashlyn’s glass was mostly finished. When he’d padded into the hallway, Ashlyn was already trying to engage in conversation. Though the door was opened, he knocked on the wood lamely and leaned against the doorway. Though he’d been in this room on several occasions, he didn’t feel comfortable invading at the moment. He’d already ruined her peaceful meal; he couldn’t take away her sanctuary. Ashlyn seemed just unsure of how to deal with her as he. “I know you’re upset with us, but…”[/b] he let his voice trail off. But what? He couldn’t tell you. [/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote] --- Word Count: eight zero two Notes: Sorry it took so long! Tags: Tori and Ash Lyrics: Family Friend by The Vaccines Outfit: Carter-01 [/justify][/size] |
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Post by victoria scarlet lightwood on Aug 31, 2011 19:48:28 GMT -5
Of course, Victoria wasn't exactly timid. She was only half of what she seemed. She'd simply learned to be the bystander to her siblings all through her life, trying to measure up to their reputations in one way or another. Ash was always so daring and Carter was responsible. So what was Victoria? Timid. That's the bed she laid for herself. She was starting to question her decision. Ever since she'd tried the innocent act out, it'd worked for her, so she stuck with it. She was growing bored, though. Now, at this age, if she just changed personalities, it wouldn't go unnoticed like it had when she was younger and trying out different masks to see which one would fit. Now she was expected to be who she was inside. But who was that, exactly? No one knew, not even herself. And it was the most frustrating thing in her life, apart from the fights between her siblings.
She hadn't meant to provoke their worries when she stormed up to her room. Vic just wanted time alone because she was frustrated with herself, not them. However, they took it the opposite way. Grand, really, how she could be misinterpreted just because she was too nervous to speak her mind. The little spit she'd said back there was just a smidgen of the thoughts running through her head, but she kept them to herself. They were impolite, and no matter the acts Tori put on, she was still mannerly and kind. She had no desire to talk her siblings down when they were already doing a great job, themselves. She was supposed to stay positive and put smiles on faces, so why abandon the job now? Oh, right, because she felt like crap.
From the place outside that she was staring at currently, Tori lifted her eyes to the familiar voice entering her room. If it weren't for Ashlyn's voice, Vic could've recognized her by the nickname she used. Ash was the only one to ever use that nickname. Everyone else usually called her Tori. At least Ashlyn had some creativity, just like she, herself, did. That was at least something they outwardly had in common. Little did they both know, though, they actually had a whole lot in common. Victoria's inner self was just buried so far below mask upon mask that she couldn't realize that on her own. Tori didn't answer her sister. She simply looked down at the blanket on her bed. It was polka-dotted, blue and purple on a white background with matching blue and purple pillow cases. Almost identical to the one she'd had as a child once she got her own room. Some things never change.
Before she even thought of an answer to Ash's next question, Tori looked up at the sound of a knock against the wood of her door. Carter, too? She averted her gaze and looked back out of the window. Knowing she couldn't avoid this, she let out an exhausted sigh. "I know I'm quiet, and I don't share a lot of my thoughts, but do I really blend in that well with the background for you guys? Or for everyone, at that?"
[/color] She couldn't meet their eyes, so instead, she picked up her sketchbook from its place on the bed and started flipping through it. There were drawings all in it, only leaving a few pages blank for her until she'd need a new book. The drawings were of several different things, most of them being landscapes with one person either in the background or in the center of the photograph. They all bored her, though. She needed a new source of inspiration. She kept her thoughts on this instead of how upset she currently was. It seemed like the better option.[/justify][/blockquote] tagged; carter & ash <3 words; 634 outfit; here!notes; meep. [/size][/font][/blockquote] |
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Post by ashlyn louise lightwood on Sept 4, 2011 7:33:07 GMT -5
I SHOULDA NEVER SHOULDA NEVER CAME TO YOU YOU INSISTED FOR ME TO
crossed the line and didn’t mean to [/b][/i] I TAKE IT BACK IF I THOUGHT IT’D MAKE IT WORK NEVER DID BUT I MEANT TO.[/font][/size][/size][/size] .....[/center][/b] [/b] Ashlyn answered honestly, too tired and grumpy to bother formulating some sort of comforting lie. No, Tor, you don’t fade into the background, you’re just so independent and mature that we never feel the need to include you? Vic would see right through that in an instant, and besides, she deserved better from her, especially when she was right; they did tend to shove her into the background. They shouldn’t, but they did. She glanced at Carter, a quick plead for him not to yell at her for her cruel truthfulness, before turning back to Tor. She was glancing at her sketchbook, at her blankets, out the window. She refused to meet their gaze, and Ashlyn briefly wondered just how much they’d scarred their little sister simply by being themselves. It couldn’t be easy trying to live up to a golden older brother and a handful of an older sister, both preceded by their freakish reputations wherever they went. Carter, a miniature version of their father, strong and self-assured and perfect, with a genuine heart and a level head to smooth out the rough edges his almost too good to be true personality could sharpen into, madly in love with a mundane even though it was still considered scandalous amongst the downworld, arguably the best hunter in their generation. It was difficult enough for Ash not to fall into his shadow, but for Tori to have to shine from underneath the two of them? The nephilim knew that her reputation wasn’t all that kind, not with all of her exes looming around corners spreading rumors about her sluttiness or how much trouble she got into with substance abuse- despite the previous night’s drinking binge, she really hadn’t been that bad in the past year, and the rumors pissed her off. Ashlyn was known as a spitfire, even though it really took a lot of prodding to wake her Tasmanian devil of a temper from its slumber, and a skilled hunter, though most attributed it to her angel blood and not all the training she put into it. But Tori was stuck between a rock and a hard place, having the misfortune to have been born after the good child of the family and the bad child. There really wasn’t another niche that she could squeeze herself into, which sounded mean when Ashlyn thought about it, but she couldn’t help it. Carter had taken goody-two-shoes, and she’d taken troublemaker, which had left Victoria with… what? The title of wallflower? “I didn’t really leave you any room to grow,”[/b] she muttered, raking her fingers through her hair. Why did Tori have to choose today to throw a hissy fit? It was completely selfish of her, but the nephilim just wanted to crawl back into her bed and sleep. She had her own drama to deal with: a boyfriend to reconcile with for cheating on him, a heart that needed a stern talking to for not being able to decide who it wanted, a hangover that needed to be slept into submission. “I’ve kinda hogged all of the attention, always getting sticky situations and everything, and Mom and Dad have probably only ever told you ‘be like your brother,’ or ‘don’t be like your sister.’ None of us have ever told you to be you, y’know?”[/b] Her hangover throbbed behind her eyes, a dull ache compared to the sharp stabs it had been before Carter patched her up, and it was almost less bearable now that its effects were numbed, half hidden from her senses instead of engulfing her. To try and push the dull nagging pain to the back of her mind, she watched the pages as her sister absently flipped through her sketchbook, feeling a tinge of jealousy brew in her belly. Tor may not have inherited the loud and proud gene from their dad, but she’d gotten the artistic gene from their mother, something that Ash had secretly always wanted. It fascinated her that her mother and sister could just take a couple of shapes and turn them into a masterpiece with one fell swoop of their pencils. Sighing, Ash looked up at her sister, frowning. “You don’t stand out to anyone because you don’t stand out to yourself,”[/b] she said decidedly. [/justify][/size] ..... tagged : car & tor!
words : seven one three.
lyrics : “my worst nightmare” by forever the sickest kids.
outfit : heartbroken & hungover.
notes. : together their nicknames sound like a pokemon. carashtor. this is what i think about when trying to write after a nine hour shift, which is why i didn’t post it last night. it sucked. it’s still kinda sucky, i think, but it’s the best you’re gonna get.
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Post by carter isaiah lightwood on Sept 4, 2011 10:24:37 GMT -5
FAMILY FRIEND [/font][/color] They’ve all got their opinions, but then what do they know? [/font][/color] If you can’t go back, where the hell do you go?[/font][/color][/center]
It didn’t mean well when entering the room provoked her averted gaze. He felt horrible about excluding her all the time, but with all the running around, killing things, paperwork, maintaining a beautiful relationship; there was just so many hours in a day. And then there was the problem of them being completely opposite, maybe—in some ways—more opposite than he and Ashlyn. “…but do I really blend in that well with the background?” Carter paused, halting his steps from reaching her. That’s what she was worrying about? Being a wallflower? He’d never thought something like this would bother his youngest sister; he’d just always thought that was the way she was, but then again, regrettably, he hadn’t exactly taken the time to sit down and ask her about it.
Again, she avoided their gazes, picking up her sketchbook and idly flipping through it. It made him wonder what she was thinking about, made him wonder what he could possibly say to her. He did smile a tad, watching her admire her sketchbook like mom sometimes did. He remembered seeing them sit down together at the kitchen table sometimes, just drawing and enjoying each other’s company. He’d never really thought about pursuing art like his mother did, but his father had made sure that he’d learned to play the piano. It was a good way to flex the other side of the brain, he’d said, a way to make him more creative on the battlefield and it did. Every little bit helped make him the Shadowhunter he is today.
Carter looked over at Ashlyn, him not very experienced with this sort of pep-talking situation. He left it in her hands to settle her down, to assure her that she was perfect the way she was…but was hit with the hard truth instead. Carter threw a look at her, not a very pleasant one, but then she returned it with a warning gaze, and Carter decided that she knew what she was doing and that if he interfered, he’d only make things worse. He’d never been thrown into this kind of situation before. Normally, his sisters were perfectly fine with the way they were around him, which was sometimes the problem, but Victoria sounded as if she’d been struggling with this issue for a long time. It made him furrow his brow, watching her with concerned golden eyes. Why hadn’t she told anyone? Granted, they weren’t always home, but when they were…they were completely hers. At least, Carter was however much effort he offered himself up with.
However helpful it was to admit this and however cruel it was to think, Carter couldn’t understand what she was going through. He’d been fortunate enough to be the first born child, given years of one on one with his father. He was also his only son, so needless to say he was bred to be the best; the hours upon hours of training, the demonology lessons, etc. He didn’t know what it was like to feel the need to outshine his siblings; he knew what it was like to clear the road for them. He didn’t know what it was like to be the shadow, only the body. Maybe it was because he didn’t know that he felt so out of place trying to comfort his sister. This wasn’t a place he could travel with her to understand and it frustrated him. He felt like he was abandoning her and he felt useless. So maybe Ashlyn was right: maybe the hard truth was what she needed to hear. She’d understand more than Carter could ever hope to.
“She’s right, you know,”
[/b] Carter said as Ashlyn explained that no one noticed her because she didn’t seem to notice herself. He suddenly didn’t feel so frozen and walked inside to stand next to Ashlyn. He looked from her to Tori. “Have some confidence.”[/b] God, he wished mom was home…he was terrible at this, so terrible that he felt like laughing at himself, but held it in because that wouldn’t help the situation any. [/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote] --- Word Count: six eight two Notes: I'm sorry! It sucks, I know! -sad face- I'm at my cousins' and I'm distracted... Tags: Tori and Ash Lyrics: Family Friend by The Vaccines Outfit: Carter-01 [/justify][/size] |
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