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Post by tashaeatsworld on Jul 2, 2013 19:33:07 GMT
Edisth was so sick of sleeping in her car, so sick of thinking about Rayne and how things could have been different, how she'd just ended up hurting him just like the other girl. Just like he'd said, she and the girl must be so alike.
Edisth hated thinking of how the door had slammed, cracking the wood, how she had heard him fall to the floor. She knew she'd hurt him and she hated it, hated that she had had to do it to keep from hurting him worse later on.
Tonight, Edisth found herself in a club. She had a fake I.D., and is easily able to pull off twenty-one or older, since she's more mature than most people who are that age. It's something that comes with having been tortured and losing her family, since it made her more quiet than she used to be.
Edisth sits at the bar, signalling for her third shot of tequila. She thanks the bartender, licking the salt from the webbing between her thumb and forefinger, then downs the shot in one tilt of her head, sucking on the lime before she takes a breath. The tequila courses through her like fire, burning through her throat into the pit of her stomach and chasing away some pain.
Edisth spends some more time at the bar, taking four more shots because she has a tolerance, and by the time she stands, she's a little distanced from the world, a little less uneasy, a little more distracted from thoughts of grey eyes and thick, black hair. Edisth sighs, remembering the revolver in her backpack and dimly wondering why it's important, why she has it. She frowns, her mind dim and sluggish, and then she looks up and sees flashing grey eyes and a mouth set in a grim, furious line. |
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Post by RAYNE XAVIER SAVAGE on Jul 2, 2013 21:24:26 GMT
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out of touch so far
an illusion
it's all just smoke and mirrors - - - - - - - - - - - - - - With his arms adorned in bracelets and purple feather earrings dangling from his ears, he flashes the cute bartender a seductive smirk as he orders a bottle of Jack Daniel's, money slapped onto the counter as he batted his eyelashes. Having said, the bartender returned with pink cheeks and his bottle of whiskey, and left with a flushed face to serve the other customers. The angel laughed, popping the cap off and immediately bringing the bottle to his lips, taking a generous swig of the burning alcohol.
It has been about a week since Edisth had left, and he hasn't seen the girl since. Which was probably the best. He had already donned his numb shell, so it didn't hurt as much anymore, but he couldn't completely forget about it because.. Well, the redhead took his fucking revolver. Yeah, he could always buy another gun, but it pissed him off for some reason. It made it impossible for her to leave his mind altogether, and tonight would be yet another one of those nights. He wanted to get falling-down-drunk.
That is, until he sees the flash of fiery red hair. It took a moment to process it but Edisth, underage Edisth, was sitting just a few seats down at the bar, downing shots like it was nothing. Half of his bottle of whiskey was gone already, but he left it there, getting straight to his feet with the fury bubbling in the pit of his stomach. What the hell was she doing here, drinking alcohol and getting drunk? Like what the actual fuck?!
Gritting his teeth he went right up to the girl, easily towering over her. Rayne's hands balled into fists at his sides, grey eyes set in an icy glare. "Where is it?" he growled, tone indicating that he didn't want to screw around right now. "Why the fuck did you take it?!" He glanced at the empty shot glasses on the counter where she had been sitting, could smell the alcohol on Edisth already. "And, shit, why are you drinking?"
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Post by tashaeatsworld on Jul 2, 2013 22:54:44 GMT
Edisth looks Rayne up and down for a few moments, seeing the feather earrings and the many bracelets and the artistic shirt and just wanting to press up against him and whisper that she's sorry and that she hopes he won't stay mad. As it is, all that she does is raise an eyebrow at him, crossing her arms over her corseted dress.
"Rayne, I took it because I can't let you do that. It's horrible, and I couldn't stand the idea of you harming yourself." Edisth says, her voice sounding calm outwardly, because she'd always been able to keep her words from slurring while drunk.On the inside she's a roiling mess of emotions, her drunkenness not helping in the slightest. "I--- Maybe I shouldn't have left, it's just that reminded me and I couldn't stay, I couldn't ruin you like I ruined my family."
Edisth dimly realises how much she just admitted, and she scowls, her ginger eyebrows pinching together in minute frustration. " didn't mean to say that." She mumbles, hoping the music had managed to drown out her words. She turns back, grabbing her cropped blazer from her bar stool and slipping it on. She throws her hair over her shoulder, her pale face defiant and unrepentant.
"I won't give it back to you, Rayne." She says, glaring at him because she wants to grab his hand and find a quiet corner to talk in, because he keeps tempting her to do things she shouldn't do. "I wish you'd just go away. You won't get it back, so why are you here?" She waves slow, wobbly hands at him, crossing one long, tights-sheathed leg in front of the other, managing to keep her balance because of her nature. "Just go away, I don't want to talk about it. I don't want to talk about anything." She manages to close her mouth before she finishes her words: I just want to go home.
Edisth mentally berates herself over the thought, thinking You have no home. Rayne's home isn't yours. Stop being a leech. Shaking her head blearily and blinking at Rayne, she realises slowly that they are at level height because of her stilettos. "Wow, you're tall." She says, gesturing blankly down at her six or seven inch purple heels. |
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Post by RAYNE XAVIER SAVAGE on Jul 2, 2013 23:50:33 GMT
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out of touch so far
an illusion
it's all just smoke and mirrors - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Noticing Edisth's gaze traveling over him for a minute, his own gaze flickered to her form, suddenly realizing that she looked so fucking sexy in that dress, her fiery hair cascading down her shoulders like a waterfall of flames. That definitely wasn't helping him, not at all. It just made him want to press her up against a wall and cover her neck in bites and kisses, make her beg for his forgiveness. He swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat, blinking his grey eyes to instead try to focus on the girl's words instead of his fantasies that he should not be having right now.
The anger only flared up again in him. "You couldn't stand the idea?" His words were harsh and his tone ice cold,. "You fucking left! You don't even have the right to care!" he snapped, feeling his blood boil with the fury and hurt he felt. It only grew stronger when she said that perhaps leaving wasn't the best idea. "Maybe? Maybe?!" He turned away a little bit, rubbing his temples with the pads of his calloused fingers.
"I don't want it back, you ridiculous bitch!" he hissed, beyond caring about what he said or did at this moment, the whiskey burning deep in his stomach and giving him the buzz he had craved earlier. Rayne returned the glare with ease, using all his control to not just fucking drag her out of the club and take her back home. "I'm here because... Well, it's not important. But you should not be here. Do you know how fucking stupid you're being?!" He suddenly grasps both her wrists in his hands once he sees her wobbling, suddenly afraid she might fall over. Just how much did she drink?
"No. I'm not leaving you alone." There were plenty of weirdos in this club that could sneak something into her drink. No, he wouldn't let that happen. Edisth was drunk, and could easily be taken advantage of. A hunter could eliminate her here if they tried. "Come on. You're too drunk.." The thought of taking her back to his apartment set off more emotions, like fear. She would just leave again, but he couldn't let her go anywhere else. Couldn't let her stay here.
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Post by tashaeatsworld on Jul 4, 2013 19:00:40 GMT
Edisth looks at Rayne in confusion. "No, tell me. You're here because what? Because of the same reason I'm here, I'm willing to bet." She says, glaring at him. "I'm not ashamed to say it, why are you? I'm here to get drunk so I don't have to think about my fucked up life. There. It hurts a little, sure, but hey at least it's honest which is something I seem to be too much with you. I'll stop it now then." But then Rayne grabs her wrists, telling her she's drunk, and all she can think is, as if I didn't already know.
Edisth yanks hard at his grip on her wrists, but he doesn't let go, and she huffs. She realises he is leading her out of the club, and she opens her mouth, confused. "Where are we going? Where are you taking me, Rayne? You can't take me to your house okay, you can't. I can't do it because I like you and if you got ruined because of me everything would be pointless again. I'll just ruin you like I ruined them. Please Rayme, no, please don't bring me there, I don't want you to be ruined."
Edisth slowly realises just how much she has said, and, instead of following Rayne on her heels, she stops, making him stop as well. She glares mutely at him for a moment, and then she says, "How do you do that? Why do I keep telling you things?" Suddenly, Edisth is just so tired and she just wants to go home. She moves forward, eyes sad as she reaches out to loop her arms around his neck. "This might not mean anything to you since I'm drunk, but I'm sorry, and I've missed you." She reaches up on her toes, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "I guess it's weird to say that I've missed you, since we only really met the one night, but it's true. I have missed you." |
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Post by RAYNE XAVIER SAVAGE on Jul 4, 2013 19:28:46 GMT
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out of touch so far
an illusion
it's all just smoke and mirrors - - - - - - - - - - - - - - To have Edisth so carelessly say that both of their reasons to be here was to get drunk and forget about their fucked up lives stung, and he gripped her wrists a little tighter, just to grab her undivided attention. "Yeah, that's exactly why I'm here, but you shouldn't be here for that. You can die, Edisth, just as easy as a human can. Don't think for a second that your shifting will save you, because there's always a chance it won't. You have a way out, you always do. You shouldn't spend your time getting wasted to forget the short life you're living." His voice suddenly dropped down to a hushed whisper, moving closer so that she could hear. "I fucking don't. I live forever, I can't fucking die unless, by some miracle, another angel takes me down. And with everything, from the.. Just everything. I need to go to the clubs, to the bars and wake up with nasty hangovers. Without that, I would go insane, and they'd send me back.. I don't ever want to go back." The words at the end were a bit choked, but he was able to stop the onslaught of emotions, to push the memories aside for the time being. There were bigger matters on hand.
Then she tugged on his arm with enough force to stop him, grey eyes blinking in confusion as he looked back at her, feet firmly planted to the ground. Ruin him? A bitter chuckle escaped his lips at that. He was fucking ripped apart. How could one little redhead ruin him any more than this? The hurt.. Well, being hurt by her leaving, he could get used to that. Could grow numb after a little while. There would be more pain, yes, but he could keep sane, at least just enough. If he was sent back to one of those goddamn asylums, or prison.. Then he'd beg anyone, any angel, to end his existence. That would be complete ruin right there, but he wasn't keen on going back. The distractions were working lately, even if the depression and suicidal tendencies weren't entirely gone.
The girl's words jerked him back into the world of reality, to the buzzing in his head and the pumping music of the club, to the movement of her soft, full lips. How did he do what? Rayne wasn't making her do anything. She was telling him all this on her own. Or maybe the alcohol was. Anyways, it didn't matter much. He could think back on the sentimental value of her words later. Right now, Edisth was pressed against him, her arms warm around his neck, mouth gentle against his cheek. "Shhh... Just shut up, and let's get you back to my place, okay?" he murmured in her ear, dipping down to scoop up her legs in one arm, the other catching her back without effort and he lifted the young woman, carrying her bridal style as he expertly avoided the other people in the club, managing to get back to the front door unscathed.
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Post by tashaeatsworld on Jul 7, 2013 21:22:10 GMT
Edisth had never thought that Rayne would react this way, would be gentle as he is, rather than stay angry and prickly with her. She had expected him to glare and cuss and shout an demand for it back. To be angry with her for leaving, so suddenly, so rudely, one could say. She was relieved he didn't apparently feel angry enough to do any of those things. She was glad he cared enough to get her out of the club before anything else.
Edisth's arms curl around Rayne's shoulders as he picks her up, and she giggles breathlessly. "Hey, this is a short skirt and I'm not too keen on flashing my lace panties at just anyone. You, sure, but others not so much. I mean, you've seen it all before so it doesn't really matter. I'm not saying I just want to hop into bed with you. Though I do really like your bed. It's soft. You have a soft bed, Rayne. A soft bed and pretty grey eyes. Can we cuddle?" After the question, Edisth realises she's been babbling, and she quiets down, resting her head on Rayne's shoulder.
"Sorry I talk so much when I'm drunk." Edisth says, blinking up at the line of his jaw. "But I really do want to cuddle, you know. You're a good cuddler, with your warmth and your nice little kisses and stuff and oh I'm babbling again, sorry." She bites her lip, ginger eyebrows drawing together. "I'm sorry I took it. I know it isn't mine. Maybe I wanted you to come find me."
Edisth poses the thought with a large mount of nervousness and uncertainty, hoping Rayne wouldn't be mad. She reaches up with her lips, landing a kiss on his cheek, and then slumps back against the warm circle of his arms. |
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Post by RAYNE XAVIER SAVAGE on Jul 8, 2013 13:34:00 GMT
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out of touch so far
an illusion
it's all just smoke and mirrors - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Rayne had no fucking clue how him having pretty eyes had anything to do with the fact that his bed was comfortable, but, well, that's how drunk Edisth worked, apparently. Not that he minded. It was sort of cute, listening to her babbling, her body curled up in his arms as the chill of the outdoor air hit them, the sky already a solid midnight blue with sparkling white stars dotting the vast, open space. "It's fine, alright?" Though that necessarily wasn't the whole truth, but she wouldn't notice with all that alcohol in her system. His anger may have subsided for the moment, but the hurt still remained, which gave him reason to not answer her cuddling request. He doubted she would leave again, but she was drunk, and all of this just could be that Vodka talking instead of her actual rational thinking.
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It wasn't long until they returned to his apartment. He tilted his head to that his hair would cover his blushing cheeks at the sight of the new grey door, a little embarrassed that he had actually broken the last one. Shifting most of Edisth's weight to one arm, his pale fingers stretched out to grasp the brass doorknob, turning it and the door swung open with a click. Like always, the angel's place was sort of neat, though basically every flat surface was covered in some kind of mess, like random sketches, papers, empty cigarette boxes, and other various shit he left lying around.
He carried the redhead in, gently shutting the door with a slight flick of his foot. The brand new hinges squealed a little at the slow movement of the wooden door closing, which, God, that was an awful, albeit soft, sound. He'd have to look into that later and fix it, or it'd drive him up the fucking wall. Literally, too, considering that during that past week whenever he had a problem he ended up covering his ceiling in paintings. They were only in the living room, actually, though that would change sometime soon. Those walls were almost filled, so it's only a matter of time until he moves on to other places in his apartment.
"Would you like some tea?" he asked as the door to his bedroom opened, taking Edisth inside and gently setting her on his bed. It was... weird as hell for him. After she had left, he still kept those tea mixtures she liked; Earl Grey and Irish Breakfast. Why, of course Rayne didn't know, There was not the faintest thought in his mind that led him any closer to the answer of why he did the things he did, the good or bad. He just.. did them. It was real confusing for someone who claimed to not need anyone or anything to make him happy.
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