beauty & the beast [damon]

[ANTALA ROSAMARIA ADRASTOS]

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No one says no to Gaston!

Antala Adrastos had been awfully distracted these days. She didn't know what it was, but she just was. It had been like that for days, ever since her encounter with that obnoxious Luka Lahey. she didn't know what it was about him that made him continuously annoy her in her mind, rewinding their conversation in her head and playing it as if it was on repeat. antala was beyond irritated with this course of events and things had gotten even worse for her nerves now that she convinced weston to pretend to her boyfriend so her parents and aquana would get off her back about having a boyfriend. this entire thing just made her feel incredibly anxious, she was worried as fuck that they'd find out, and she noticed how nervous westonw as every time he came over again to pretend to love her in a way neither of them felt about each other. it was just strange and awkward, but nevertheless the mermaid was really glad that weston wanted to help her with this. ten thousands brownie points for him atleast. The brunette had to give him kudos for just accepting to lie to the biggest and most powerful merpeople family in the state with fear of it being exposed, just because he was her friend. so yes, she was grateful to weston patton and he'd be on her 'good list' for quite a while now. and atleast the annoyingly excessive flirting had stopped.

But her mind was too full with things. she was just practicing again behind the piano, some song from chopin, just practicing and practicing because it was a rather difficult song, but attina was merciless towards her whenever she came to check up. antala did not study hard enough, she should study more, she should have been able to play it by now, jamila and aquana always managed to play songs within a couple of practices, why couldn't she do that? like usual the mermaid just closed her ears for it, bowed her head and nodded as if she felt really bad, which she did, because antala did not like to disappoint her mother, even if she felt as if it was exaggerated and far from neccessairy, she wasn't about to point that out to her mother. hell no, antala actually wanted to survive this day. and maybe tomorrow and the days after if possible too. she was a good daughter, she wanted to be a good daughter. which was why she could not have her mind being distracted by a bad boy like luka lahey. he was exactly the type of guy she could not have around herself, because her parents would most certainly object against that. well, her mother would certainly object against that. her father's opinion did not even count.

when she was finally dismissed, all antala could think of was get out of the house as soon as possible. she did not know where to, she just wanted to wander around a little, get some fresh air, maybe buy a newspaper and some candy or whatever. walking to her room, antala switched her sweatpants for a comfy pair of bleached jeans and tugged a pink sweater with 'madame' printed on it over her head. she sneaked her feet in her uggs and placed a black beanie on her brown curls, grabbed her bag and put her jacket on and then the girl was ready to leave. she turned her head around the corner of her mother's studyroom and mentioned that she was just gonna go for a stroll. nothing serious, she'd be back before dinner, and if not she'd call. surprisingly attina accepted this without asking for further details that antala did not know, she just wanted to get out of the house. The cool winter air hit antala's face when she got out of the door and the girl wrapped her jacket tighter around herself, glad that she was wearing a sweater underneath it. she checked her iphone for new messages and scrolled through her contacts to see if there was anyone she could call to hang out with. there was one name her fingers stopped at. Damon ellis. fire and water was never a good combination so people said, and damon ellis was a big bad boy. she had only seen him a couple of times and he was kind of amusing. but then again, he was a bad boy, and antala digged bad boys, secretly. not that she'd ever tell him that. when antala reached carrie's press, she walked up to the counter. "one newspaper, 3 boxes of skittles- the red ones-, a package of chewing gum and one chocolate bar." the girl said simply, summing up her new stack of candy for studying tonight. there was so much left for her to do. and then, after she had paid and turned around, she gazed right into his eyes. speaking of the devil. "good afternoon, damon. what are you doing in these contraries?" antala asked, stuffing the goods she just bought into her bag.

OUTFIT | merg, lousy starter!

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[damon]

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The firetamer was always looking for a solution to whatever it was that was eating him up inside. No- he knew what was eating him up, but he couldn’t do anything to fix it. So his only solution was whatever alternative he could find. Damon had never felt like he was going through a harder time in his life then now. Even when Giselle broke his heart and he finally understood how life was. Now he was just getting pounded with it, and Damon couldn’t control it. He couldn’t reach out and grasp it with his fingers. It was all gone and slipping. Because of this, the perfect man that had been so sure of himself for so long was becoming lost. Could anyone believe it? Lost. This was unacceptable and it worried him. Made him doubt himself. No one wanted that. So Damon decided to return to a place he spent every day in his golden years back when he was too young to drink. Carrie’s Press. That place had certainly never done him any wrong.

Walking in there was like a flashback from a year ago. Just a year ago. Damon saw there was still the same guy working there, running around and making sure no one was wearing a police badge since this place was just great enough to let underage’s drink. Didn’t even need a license. Damon wondered how species that were immortal gained some sort of license. See, this is exactly why being an immortal or something would be a pain in the ass. They thought they were the superior ones over everyone else just because they couldn’t die? Oh don’t be stupid. Damon wanted to scoff at them. Everyone knew that firetamers were better than all the other species put together. Just look at him. Smiling to himself, he looked around. This was exactly what he needed. He could feel the old him coming back just by being in there. What it probably was, was just distractions from what he was actually feeling, but whatever worked- worked.

In fact, there was a little familiar face that he liked to pester at. Was he just looking to sleep with her? Of course he was. She was fucking gorgeous and the rule of Damon was that he got to sleep with all the gorgeous women in Manuka. Just as long as he didn’t anymore pregnant- he should be fine. Despite all of that, he probably still wasn’t going to be smart about it, so it didn’t even matter. You’d think he’d learn, but honestly in the moment, it wasn’t something he really thought about. Plus, Damon was one of those people you had to bash against the head many times before it actually sunk in. People called it having a thick head, which Damon didn’t understand. Why did him having a big head have anything to do with anything? It came also with Damon not being exactly smart in any aspects surrounding him. That was okay with him though. The whole ignorance is bliss was fine with him, and so far, it hadn’t been the disadvantage he had. Smarts weren’t all that important unless you wanted to be a science teacher or something. Who wanted to be a teacher?

That’s why this girl was so curious. She had a small reputation for being such a good girl and for reading all of her books. It was just well known about the personalities in the big supernatural families. Like everyone on her family probably understood that Damon was the bad boy. Everyone in his family understood she was the book worm. It just happened that way. That was just a giant sign on her head to say something among the lines of ‘try to corrupt me’ that he wanted to go after. It was a goal of his. He managed to do it with his cousins’ fiancé- Logan. Though she wasn’t really a goody-two-shoes, the girl had been a virgin. Aiden hadn’t liked him much for that, but he hadn’t liked Damon much anyone, so it didn’t really bother him any. As far as he was concerned, if he could succeed with that, the man was golden with anyone who decided to take him on.

What she was doing here in the old town part of the city was beyond him. Shouldn’t she be shopping in the upper state or something fancy? Damon came up behind her, not expecting her to turn around so suddenly. He gave a large smirk, putting his best Damon Ellis face on before saying to her, ”Are you kidding? This is where I thrive the most.” It really was. This is where it all began. This is where most of his childhood was besides behind the bikesheds. People here understood where he was coming from and thought he was a god. Which he always appreciated. He wasn’t a god. No- gods had flaws. He was perfection. It was about time in history they made such a person. He knew he was going to go down in history or something. The only exciting part of history class. ”But I’m surprised to see you here. Come out just to find me?” He asked, standing up a little taller and prouder. It was like a peacock showing off his feathers. Damon liked winning. He would win.

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