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Post by mystique on Aug 2, 2011 4:52:02 GMT
Mystique became entranced in his thoughts about the fact that he was basically a shapeshifter, wondering how that could ever possibly work, but then again his story made sense. Then she laughed at his comment and just looked at him innocently while saying, “Well, how do you know I’m ticklish anyways?” She just challenged him, smirking a bit, watching him make a completely serious expression. “I can’t believe you’re serious,” she said, poking at his nose a bit wondering what he planned to do next. Suddenly, the tone changed from silly to protective again making her eyebrows furrowed as he gave her a reminder, making her just gaze at him for a long moment. From his thoughts, there was something that was going to happen and perhaps there was because the possibility spiked the night Jackson had stopped over a few nights ago.
Then it switched from serious to funny once more as she just laughed, feeling partially like they were on an emotional roller coaster. “Oh wha…you probably would,” she smirked a bit and just crossed her arms over her chest. Then she only laughed a bit more as he continued to deny her, “Well, I would have found you cute, I mean, you are completely different obviously,” she said looking at him, gesturing to his body. He was very attractive, at least to her, but then again, she partially was more mature than what Damon was. Then he seemed to be a bit angry and saddened by her words, but it didn’t matter, everything she was saying was true. Then he kissed her. She had to repeat that in her mind, he kissed her and she just was caught off guard, her memories gone. Then he said that and she realized she could not do this. “Don’t, I have to go,” She said getting up, feeling tears roll down her cheeks. She slowly looked at him before she opened the door to go outside. “Goodb..” her voice cracked and she just walked out of the house.
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Mystique just pulled up in her car, staring over her shoulder at Chandler’s house remembering the last time that she left and she just let the car slow to nothing. She opened the door, grabbing her purse and locking her doors, as she just stepped out in jeans, a tank top, and black polka dot flats. She was much less dressed up than that time before, but she had changed since the last time. Jackson and her were dating and she loved him already. Love was a fickle thing and it crept up on her quickly with Jackson. She found the door intimidating, much more than it had been the first time she laid eyes on it. Then, she walked up and simply knocked on the door, hoping he would let her in after everything that had happened. She felt horrible in a sense for leaving him when she did, but she could not live a lie with him after that, although he just wanted her to feel better.
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Post by chandler on Aug 3, 2011 23:45:48 GMT
 HOW WAS I SUPPOSE TO KNOW[/color][/font] that you were oh-oh-over me[/center] In Chandler's experience in 'tickling' everyone had some sort of spot that they got all squirmish about. If they didn't, it was a likely chance that they weren't alive anymore. He knew that fallen angels, angels, and demons all couldn't feel someone's touch. However, since he knew that she was none of those, he figured he'd be able to find it somewhere. "Everyone's ticklish! Just in different spots." Then she couldnt' belive he was serious and poked his nose to call him for it. He blinked for a moment when she did and then shook his head when she said she'd think he was cute. Though he was a lot differnet now. Mostly because he spent many times looking at his own baby fat gut and then went out to go do something. Nothing was more motivation than that staring at you. Still, Chandler figured that with his laziness, he'd get that way soon too.
Chandler couldn't believe that he kissed her after he had done it. He just wanted to make her feel better, but now that he was thinking rationaly about it, it probably wasn't helping the situation at the least. When it went from joking to funny, this time, it was probably going to be remaining into a very serious conversation. When she let go and he saw tears form in her eyes, he wanted to take it back right away. That wasn't really the reaction that he was going for, but he really ddn't deserve any less for the stupid actions that he was doing. He almost wanted to hit himself saying 'no, bad chandler' but knowing that he couldn't do that, he stood up when she did, but let her leave. He could have caught up to her if he wanted to, but he figured that he messed it up forever this time. Soon his thoughts were going to be out of range and so was she. Way to mess up the close friendship he thought he was going to have.
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Chandler was all unpacked and everything, within help from a soul. There was random pictures of himself scattered about the house along with friends and family. Little knick knacks here and there, but overall, just a small cozy home. The only thing that wasn't small was his giant bed. He had to get an extra size since he was so large that his old one barely fit him. It took up almost the entire room, but he also didn't need much else room. Some people may have thought that the big bed would have gotten lonley without someone else on there, but since he hadn't known the feeling of waking up to someone, it didn't phase him. He did stay on one side of the bed, partly open for Jude to come in whenever she wanted (as she tended to go and wander when she was scard) His room was facing the streetlight like his old one had, except this light wasn't as creepy as the other one. The other was yellow and flickering. This one was white and much more stable, as if the moon was shinning through his window instead.
Chandler was in the middle of a nap on that giant bed when the door of his ended up knocking. At first he thought he was hearing things, but figured that he ought to walk up and answer it anyways. It sure wasn't Jude. She usually just broke in and crawled next to him. Perhaps it was Cas wondering if she was here. Then looking out the window, he realized it was still during the day. Oh yeah. His life was a little revolving around her for the moment, as she was quite the challenge to handle. It was hard to really focus on anything else. When he opened the door, however, he found that Mystique was standing there, in the most casual he had seen her (besides first seeing her, but that really didn't count as casual either). He was surprised, blinking in his waking up, rubbing his eye a little bit and giving a gentle smile at her. Though things ended badly, he still felt the same warmness he did whenever she was around. "Mysitque?" He asked. "You're back." He announced very obviously.
Chandler leaned his body away from her, but still holding the door open for her, a signal to come in. Even as he did so, he told her very sleepily, "You wanna come in? I could get you something. I'm unpacked and everything." Guiltly, his thoughts trailed over to where she had last been here where everything hadn't been unpacked. It was quite awkward and she was desperately trying not to get her hopes up about him. He really hoped that it was all done with, because he was quite frightened at what would potientiall happen. Chandler did miss her, he found, as she was standing in his doorway. Really missed her. YOU LEFT ME POLICE TAPE CHALK LINE [/color][/size] tequila shots in the dark scene of the crime[/font] [/center] |
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Post by mystique on Aug 4, 2011 0:49:50 GMT
Mystique thought for a moment that he would not come see her, come open the door, making herself feel slightly bad for having left before. It was her fault because she had taken the kiss wrong and she had felt wrong the instant she walked out his door before she had left for France. Then the door opened and he stated the obvious which made her smirk a bit. He held the door open for her and asked if she wanted to come in, but that was when she sensed he had missed her, something she was hoping he would feel because she had missed him as well, wanting to speak to him, feeling as though she had done him wrong. She stood there for a moment, gazing into his eyes as she just shot towards him, immediately wrapping her arms snuggling around him, her head burying into his chest. She had wanted to hug him for the longest time, to just have him near, knowing she had not messed everything up with him.
She had had time that she needed to think over him considering the fact that when she left she was emotionally distraught, something that interpreted into numbness on the trip to France. She just stayed there for a long moment, slowly letting him go after a minute and blushing a bit, noticing how she had held on a bit too long, but she just moved past him. The thoughts of France continued to fly through her head. She had partially been consumed in thoughts of Chandler and what she felt for him, then she was consumed with thoughts of Jackson simply because she was falling for him. Chandler was a friend, a very close one she suspected, even now, even after knowing him for a few weeks. The month that had passed without them seeing each other had given her enough time to decide what she wanted with him, with both of them really.
She stepped into his house, a comfortable tone to everything as she just gazed around, no boxes lying around. There were a few pictures up around the room as she just took quick glances at them. “It looks very nice since the last time I was here,” she said as she continued, “It does need a woman’s touch though.” She just smirked, remembering that little teasing joke the last time they had talked. Their last conversation had consisted of very good memories and ones that she slightly regretted, but every moment had its reason for existence. She just gave him a smile, as she just sighed softly, now continuing in what she had wanted to say for the entire time she was away, “Listen, I’m sorry about when I left. I know it’s been a while, but I still feel bad about walking out like that,” she said, standing in the middle of the room, looking rather small and out of place in a sense.
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Post by chandler on Aug 4, 2011 2:47:06 GMT
HOW WAS I SUPPOSE TO KNOW [/color][/font] that you were oh-oh-over me[/center] When she walked in, he wasn't expecting a hug right off the bat, but certaintly wasn't complaining. It was warm and she wrapped her arms around him as best as she could. Letting go of the door and letting it close by itself, he wrapped both arms around her back, ducking his head into the hug. Because of his height, it was always easy to wrap him pratically around someone like a giant blanket. She wasn't letting go, but neither was he. He didn't need to be a mind reader to know that she had missed him too, just by the greeting she gave. Not to mention that he pair of them really hadn't seen each other in what seemed like a long time. So much might have happened while at the same time nothing really exciting could have happened in either of their lives. The most excitment Chandler had, of course, was the whole run in and being confused for his brother- again- but he wasn't sure if the details were important.
He started to rub her back in comfort, then she seemed to realize how long it lasted and broke, but not really saying what it looked like she came to say right away. She glanced around to see that everything was in order. There was a little disappointment in having someone help him unpack, but considering it was a rather dull, boring job, perhaps it was better than she missed it. So that he could take it on himself. He half smiled, and it took him a moment to remember that he told her not to say that. At first, he couldn't remember, so he blinked at her in confusion, wondering if that was her weird way of saying that Chandler desperately needed a girlfriend. But when memory came back to him, he half smiled, "I'll get you when you least expect it for that." He told her, feeling the warm comfort that she had brought in the past. Hopefully that much hadn't changed.
She walked over, and Chandler stayed where he was at to look at her. Despite the small room, she almost looked lost as she looked and apologized to him. Mystique seemed over it, but there was an edge to it, as if something had happened. Or if she was feeling the same thing she did when she left? Oh, Chandler wished that he could mingle into her mind sometimes to figure out what she was going to say so that he could prepare himself for anything. There wasn't much though. Just her apology for running out like she had. "I'm sorry for my actions." He told her in a quiet whisper, knowing she might not have ran out like she did if he hadn't kissed her. "And it's fine. I'm..." He didn't want to say 'over it' because that just sounded rude. As if he didn't really care about what she did, but he did care, so he tried to rephrase, "past it." There, that seemed better.
He lifted his eyebrow at her, wondering silently if everything had gone right on the trip. Chandler would have been lying if he said he didn't worry about this Jackson fellow. It was the nervousness of the fact that he didn't know him. If he knew him, he could easily say 'oh yeah, hes a great guy' or if Mystique showed up missing, Chandler would know exactaly who went with her. It was not even given a face that truely worried him, but she seemed fine at that moment, so he was at ease about it for the time being. It could have landed her into a dangerous place if she hadn't been careful. Still, like she had mentioned, she would know if he was plotting something very evil into his mind. Mind reading must have been so handy sometimes. Chandler couldn't even imagine it. YOU LEFT ME POLICE TAPE CHALK LINE [/color][/size] tequila shots in the dark scene of the crime[/font] [/center] |
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Post by mystique on Aug 5, 2011 1:40:26 GMT
Mystique smiled and closed her eyes as he hugged her back, feeling like she could stay there forever. There was a safety about his arms which reminded her of Jackson, but yet it was more than that for her. Jackson knew that she could take care of herself for the most part, but Chandler just seemed to be more watchful over her and no matter how she objected, he continued to persist on being careful or he would join her on her walks. It sounded like nothing much had happened in the grand scheme of things since she had left so that was good. Then he rubbed her back, making her just want to curl up and sleep next to him. Then again, that was childish and she knew Jackson had a place reserved for her yet back at her house. Then, the memory seemed to click as he said he would get her when she least expected it and she just raised an eyebrow, “Perhaps.”
Chandler seemed to be inching in on what she was feeling and it was amazing how he picked up on the subtle details that she had, but they were not really subtle in her mind considering that showing any emotion was a rare step for her. As the years passed, she became more and more apathetic. Then, she just slowly moved back over towards him, slipping her hands into his gently, looking up into her eyes, finding the interest in him to be something else, just very good friends. “Don’t worry. You had good intentions and that’s all that matters,” she said, smiling softly. “I had time to think over you for a while. I think even Jackson noticed it. Things don’t bother me, Chandler, but I just realized I want you as a friend,” she continue, not quite mentioning everything that had gone on with Jackson yet.
Mystique just thought a moment about him worrying about her again as she just dropped her hands from his and took a seat in the middle of his couch. “Everything went well. Um, I suppose you’re right. Something happened, but nothing bad. Jackson and I are dating now,” she said as she just looked over at him, curious if anything interesting happened while she had been gone. “Anything new with yourself, dear?” She asked him in her soft voice as she just crossed her legs, feeling the tiredness of traveling setting in as she just gently rested her head against the top of the couch. Her hair pooled over her shoulders in elegant spirals. She had been dating Jackson now, but it was not really that hard to believe because everything felt right between them as though this was something meant to be. Part of her wondered if there was truly someone made for you from the beginning which she thought could be. It had felt like years that she had known Jackson, but then again, maybe that was normal because she felt the same way with Chandler. Either way, they both seemed to fit in her life like she was meant to be near them.
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MUSE: Gotta Figure This Out - Erin McCarley. This is a song that described Mystique before this moment, but it still gives me muse for her. :3
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Post by chandler on Aug 5, 2011 23:17:07 GMT
HOW WAS I SUPPOSE TO KNOW [/color][/font] that you were oh-oh-over me[/center] Chandler smiled at her, small and curled in his arms. He just hoped that it wasn't for the same reason she left. At the same time, he didn't want to think that everything she was doing was all about him, so he shut that out of his mind. Sometimes, he felt that he was focusing too much on himself. In realtiy, he wasn't bad, but when he thought about soemthing selfish, like how this was going to effect him, he curled up and wanted to reverse all of his evil thinking. That was the reaosn he hadnt' dated anyone in high school. It woudl have been selfish of him if he was trying to make a relationship work but still be thinking about another girl at the back of his mind. There was no way he was going to be in a relationship where he liked two people. It was a selfish move to both of them. There was no way he was going to put one through something they didn't want to be on, even if the other didn't like him back.
Chandler didn't think that there was any 'perhaps' about it. He planned to do it when it first poppped into his head so that by the time she would hear it cross his mind, he would already be taking action. Oh yes, he did warn her. Chandler wsan't a very threanting person, of course, which was the reason that she was only being tickled. Even if he hated the person, there was probably no way he could be doing anything else besides that. She didn't seem to have all that much confidence in him, but he found different ways to get revenge most of the time. He could really only 'get revenge' on his friends, it seemed. Everyone else wouldn't be in a teasing manner like he was making it now. Tickling an enemy also seemed pretty pathetic and sad. He wasn't much of a fighter, but he knew self defense really well if he was ever caught in a bad situation.
Chandler was so relieved that she felt that way. Honeslty, he had been terrified of what would happen. So far, Mystique was probably the only potiential of being a very close friend. Chandler had a ton of friends, but no close ones, so this would have been a nice thing. "I'm glad Mystique. It would have sucked if I couldn't have you as a friend." He told her with a large grand smile. Then she burst into the story of her trip and how something happened. He leaned in a little closer at the mention, wondering what could it possibly had been, but then finding out with a smile that everything was all good. In fact, it seemed that it had even gone better than Chandler woudl expected it to. She was now dating this Jackson guy. Well now Chandler was defintally going to have to meet him if they were dating now. Almost like a brother's approval. "So when am I meeting him?" He asked teasingly, though serious about it at the same time.
Then she asked about what he had been up to. He didn't really want to go into the details but at the same time 'the girl I liked tried to kill me' didn't sound like he could just leave it that either. Then Chandler mentally slapped himself, knowing that it was pointless now that he already thought about it. Oops. "Uh, just, all kinds of...stuff." Chandler commented, hoping that was going to be enough in the end, though he seriously doubted it. Still, there was a small chance, so he added, "Probably too much to dicuss." He rubbed his eyes, still a little sleepy from his first moments in the nap. Chandler really needed to get some serious sleep. HE had been up for the past couple of nights considering he was still recovering from the full moon last week. Once a month seemed like it was once a week sometimes. Like he just recovered from one and another one was starting very soon. YOU LEFT ME POLICE TAPE CHALK LINE [/color][/size] tequila shots in the dark scene of the crime[/font] [/center] |
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Post by mystique on Aug 6, 2011 17:11:37 GMT
Mystique could tell the fact that she was back in the way she was bothered him that she might be hugging him for the fact that she might either still like him or she was apologizing for everything. She just continued to listen to him, completely curled into him, worried that if she let go he would leave because of all the trouble that she had caused them both by leaving. There had probably been the same girl haunting his mind and to be honest, she was not bothered what so ever by this anymore. She just wanted them to be alright and to work this out considering that she wanted to make their friendship work, as long as he desired the same things. She knew there was always a possibility that he might deny her in every sense. After all the time she had spent thinking, she was sure she was ready for it to happen. He deserved to slam the door in her face after she did basically the same, but she had just been afraid.
Mystique was consumed with the thoughts of how they would make this work, but then he started thinking about tickling her. She could not help but laugh at his thoughts, now knowing he might get revenge on her for the comment. There would be a time when he would catch her, unexpected or not, she would be tickled. “You’re far too innocent to tickle me,” she said, teasing him almost like a challenge as if she was pushing him to tickle her right now. No one had tickled her ever really, but she never really had a close friend, much like he did not either. “But if you do, I’ll get revenge,” she said, smirking a bit as she just laid down completely, letting her head dangle off the side, looking at him upside down.
There was a big sign of relief in his aura and his mind, something that eased him and unlike before, it was slightly a relief to her as well. She did not want something so complex and she knew it would have ruined them if she pushed being anything more, but she was taken now. She was beginning to find the strange feeling in knowing that she belonged to someone else. His words made her smile as it seemed to mirror his own. “I am too,” she said, almost as if she was happy. Jackson was someone who she felt like she could not live without anymore and all she wanted to do was be with him it seemed lately. Then Chandler went all big brother on her and she just gave him a look and laughed softly. “Hush now, I’m honestly not sure. We just started dating so it might be a bit before you meet him dear,” she teased and just shook her head, a few strands of her curly hair dangling from the side of the couch.
Mystique then was caught off guard by his thoughts and she just raised an eyebrow, “Whatever, that’s what they all say,” she said emphasizing all and just teasing some more, obviously having overheard his thoughts. Although she needed to start trying to blocking them out simply because she felt like she was invading his privacy a little. “I’m sorry, I really ought to try to stop listening to your thoughts,” she said wincing slightly as she saw him rub his eyes and she just sat up and opened her arms to him. “Come over here,” she patted the seat next to her, seeing how exhausted he was. She wanted to just relax with him and hug him, but that might sound bad. She just shook her head slightly. “So what should we do today?” She asked him softly.
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Post by chandler on Aug 6, 2011 23:03:47 GMT
HOW WAS I SUPPOSE TO KNOW [/color][/font] that you were oh-oh-over me[/center] Too innocent to tickle sounded like the strangest sentence in the world. It was because he was so innocent that he did that. That was the only way of fighting he really knew how. At the same time, Chandler didn't know of the power he could have if one of his friends was in danger. He really hadn't had a friend in danger before, so he wasn't aware of it, but there was a beast bubbiling inside of him that was waiting to burst out at any time and place. Chandler did know about the beast, but not when it came out. The unknown scared him. It was a darkness inside of him that he was truely afraid of. He knew that he wasn't his brother, but he did know that apart of the blood was inside of him. It was werewolf nature to go out and rip a lot of things apart. Chandler knew it.
Though he couldn't help but half smile at her comment of revenge, "My tickling is my revenge, so you're getting revenge on revenge? This war is going to go on forever, because I'm going to have to get revenge on your revenge that was on my revenge." He said, starting to get lost in his own sentence, having his words trail a bit as he confused himself. For a moment, he had to stop and think about what he had said to make sure that it made sense. Yeah... that made sense... right? Chandler was sure hope so, though it still woudln't have made sense. Well she was in his mind and she knew what he meant. IF somehow immortals had an offswitch button when it came to the mind reading, he would do that. Sometimes it was helpful, but other times he wanted to think.
Both of them were fine with being friends. Chandler was glad there was a moment in his life that wasn't filled with drama. Honestly, he was the type of person never to get in anything and stay neutral no matter what just so that there wasn't any fighting with him. However, since he couldn't have everyone be okay with that, he tended to have drama just by his attempt to avoid it. Sometimes he felt like the high school life was never going to end. He also very guilty looked at the gossip magazines just to see what others were saying out there. Oh, he couldn't imagine being a celebrity. Life constantly stalked and watched. Go out with a friend that was a girl and suddenly, its caught cheating with a mystery woman. It was horrifying to think about. Yet he wondered why he sometimes snickered at the gossip or gasped at it. Oh, he was such a chick sometimes.
He frowned at what she said about not meeting Jackson for a while. "I should have met him now! What do you mean a while?" Honestly he had no idea why he was so protective. They were just friends right? Chandler felt strange turning into the father or brother role, and again, she could really take care of her immortal self, but there was something there he didn't want to be happening again. Chandler didn't want to be the one to have to go to Mystis and find her crying because Jackson decided to be- pardons Chandler moment of language- but dickhead. Though she could read minds, she couldn't see the future, obviously, as thats what happened with the Christian guy.
He walked over to Mystique and he did notice that a lot of people said it was a long story. This truely was a long story. A part of him also didn't really want to talk about it, since it was still even a little confusing in his mind. "I'll tell you later when everything settles down and I can tell you without it being confusing." Then rubbing his eyes, he laughed a little bit when she asked what they wanted to do. Dang, back and wanting to get up and going already? Ah, he loved his friends. "Besides sleep?" He asked with amusment. YOU LEFT ME POLICE TAPE CHALK LINE [/color][/size] tequila shots in the dark scene of the crime[/font] [/center] |
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Post by mystique on Aug 7, 2011 21:43:00 GMT
Mystique just listened to his thoughts calmly as she noticed his thoughts edging onto something much more important, that would probably haunt him for as long as he lived. There was a monster in everyone, one that wanted to break out from the prison that it was held and grab onto the life in front of them. “Don’t let the monster define who you are. As stupid as that sounds, don’t let it make you afraid, just try to control it the best you can,” she said, gazing at him as she just looked at him, admitting that he did not seem like much of a monster to her. Werewolves were different though. If he turned, would he turn on her unknowingly? The thought teased at her mind, making her wonder, but she knew not to be concerned or mess with such things unless they came up.
Mystique laughed at his explanation, following him completely, but he seemed to become a bit confused by his own little tongue twister. “Then I’m going to have to get revenge on the revenge that you got on my revenge which was originally on your revenge,” she said, smirking waiting to see if that would only worsen his confusion, finding it a bit amusing how easily you could get lost in your words. Then he thought about how she said that she would want to stop reading his thoughts which was true. “There’s really no on or off switch to the thoughts, but you can learn to block them out and focus on other things. It just takes a lot of effort and self discipline, but for your sake I will try not to invade your mind all the time,” she said, smiling weakly and sighing wishing it would be slightly easier to block thoughts out from time to time.
Mystique continued to listen to his thoughts and realized how easily she could become distracted and not focus, but now she needed to try. She had quickly heard his thoughts swirling around and it only made her giggle as he talked about laughing and gasping at drama that happened with celebrities. She also shook her head and dropped her face into her hands. Half of that stuff was ridiculous and did not happen, but that was part of realizing what you really ought to be focusing on. The fact that he was happy and was at ease for once made her happy as well. It was one of those moments that you cared about someone and all you wanted to do was bring them happiness and not see them down trodden by your efforts or even other’s efforts.
Mystique just sighed as he went all big brother on her as she just gave him a look, knowing his intentions. “Listen, I will not cry over some little drama I have with Jackson. Christian was much bigger than that. I can take care of myself, Chandler. You must know this. Besides, Jackson and I know the difference between something important and something so trivial. Something small would not interfere and even if we split now, there would be no tears. Please, just relax. You will meet him when I think he’s the right one. Until then, you can sit and wait patiently,” she said, eyeing him a bit as she just shook her head at him. He finally came over to her, and she just set her head down on his shoulder gently. She was a bit concerned by his words, but she would not push him to tell her simply because he needed time to sort everything out. “Well, if you want, you could go sleep. I’ll just find something to do,” she said, shrugging softly and poked his stomach gently.
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Post by chandler on Aug 8, 2011 1:48:35 GMT
HOW WAS I SUPPOSE TO KNOW [/color][/font] that you were oh-oh-over me[/center] Mystique picking through his mind was really starting to get to him. He knew that he was helpful at some times or another, but as he thoguht of the monster inside of him, she did mention it. The reason he was annoyed this time was that he didnt' believe her. Chandler knew it was within him. Mystique didn't quite understand because she wasn't in the mind of a werewolf. She hadn't been near him when he was walking around through the full moon night like a giant dog. Though he could control himself, as his mind set was there, he coudn't help the evil thoughts that came to him. He was able to control them but just the single things that he pictured in his mind made him send shivers up his spine. They got stronger and stronger each time he formed. Little by little he knew that he was going to be exploding and nothing would be able to stop him.
Now that he thought all of that, he shook his head and felt guilty again. He had to keep reminding himself that it wasn't her fault that she could do that, and he realy shouldn't be hammering on her like that. It was just all still very new to him. It was handy sometimes and other times it wasn't. Either way, it wasn't her fault and he shouldn't be bagging on her with his own thoughts. She was just trying to help, he had to keep repeating to himself. She was just a good person that was trying to help him out. He wasn't use to all of this help. Chandler also wasn't sure about all this focus on him. He liked to look at others and help them out instead of the other way around. Chandler wanted to take care of people. His problems wern't big enough to be fretting over, especially when he had seen some of the horror that other people had gone through.
Her words confused him even more and he actually blocked it out, staring at her with a half opened mouth a very dazed look on his face. Then he snapped out of it and say, "I give up. That takes too much work to even repeat." He told her, shaking hsi head and then hearing about the off switch. There was a way to control it, but the way she saying it, it sounded like it would take a lot of effort. Since Chandler probably wouldn't be trying to block them out either, he probably shouldn't have been complaining. She seemed to be amused by his small thoughts of him and the gossip magazines. In his defense, there was a lot of people did that. Sure, the majority of them were women, but all the same, Chandler always tended to have more 'chick' qualities than guys. Thats why he was such a bad son.
She was talking about how she was very certain that she woudn't be crying over Jackson, but again, Chandler didn't believe her. It was just weird for him to think about that. Everyone had emotion, no matter if they hid it or not. Just because she wasn't going to cry didn't mean she wasn't going to feel bad. It had just been something he had been thinking in his head. When she told him that she could find something else to do, he sighed largely, putting his head at the back of his couch then suddenly thinking of revenge. He attacked her, trying to find any ticklish spots that she had in the story, hoping that he could get something out of her, even a smile or amusement at his attemptions would have been nice. After this, he did really want to go back to bed, thoguh he felt bad about it. YOU LEFT ME POLICE TAPE CHALK LINE [/color][/size] tequila shots in the dark scene of the crime[/font] [/center] |
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Post by mystique on Aug 8, 2011 22:43:35 GMT
Mystique felt herself stiffen at the fact that it was bothering him and she should have seen this coming. Then again, she recalled him liking how she did so because it made it easier to talk when he did not desire to. She was afraid this was going to be something difficult to control. Then, she listened to his thoughts and perhaps she had spoken too quickly. She just stared up at the ceiling quietly, knowing that if she listened to him now she would say nothing, not even if it would insult her. She just remained quiet and still as she finally closed off her mind to his, just feeling completely ridiculous, especially after his comment. She just closed her eyes, ignoring the dropping of his lower jaw. This always took some self discipline and it had been a while since she tried to do this, but now she was and she did not open her eyes, focusing quietly.
There was quietness, but it was strained because of this and in a way it was a relief to hear nothing. Part of her was still curious what he was thinking, but she pushed that aside, doing the mature thing. She also did not want to open her eyes because she could read his thoughts by his body language, at least some of them. Plus, you could not stop yourself from seeing auras and it was the one thing she could not turn off even if she tried. Then her focus was zapped once he tickled her and she just screamed playfully and wiggled under his hands. She tried pushing him away slightly and just laughed. She could tell that he was exhausted though and she just shook her head, “I was shutting out your thoughts, until you tickled me.” Her tone was playful and she growled slightly as she said those words, glaring at him playfully. “Go to bed. Most likely I might fall asleep if it’s alright with you?” She said as she was partially laying down now from the tickling.
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Post by chandler on Aug 9, 2011 0:57:52 GMT
HOW WAS I SUPPOSE TO KNOW [/color][/font] that you were oh-oh-over me[/center] Chandler didn't know what she was doing, but he was very curious about it. He watched her with curious green eyes, seeing her features almost struggling for something. It took him quite a bit to realize what she might have been doing. Still, he kept it out of his mind and just let her do whatever she was in the silence of the two of them. He wanted to say something, but everything in his body was telling him to keep his mouth shut. Her face was driven hard in concentration before he attacked her in tickles. Then she announced what he had been expecting her to had been doing, but didn't feel as bad as he thought it was going to. Instead, he laughed, figuring that it was worth the small moments of not getting into his head. Not to mention that if that she was going to be silently concentrating the entire time, there was really no point. Chandler wanted to visit with her.
As much as he wanted to visit with her, he found that the energy in his body couldn't take it. He had a burst in the tickling, but now he felt like all he wanted to do was lay down and go back to bed so that he could be up all night again. "I really feel bad for this Mystique but..." He told her, looking with sad eyes over at her in apology. It was very rude of him wanting to crash while she was here. And he wondered why he hardly ever had visitors! Chandler probably wouldn't be stroll in the next day if the host was being this rude to him. Though it seemed that she understood, it didnt' make him feel any better. She was laying down and Chandler stretched and lay beside her. When he first brought Jude over, he had invited her on the couch- she insisted of course- but he ended up waking up and finding that she was next to him with all the blankets. Chandler ended up being mroe annoyed by the blankets than that. Still...
With drifting eyes, he easily drifted back into sleep, feeling confortable and content. His mind that was racing with memories and worried about being the worst host in history was flushed away while he went back into his very realistic yet bizzare dreams.
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Post by JURATE on Oct 28, 2011 23:39:58 GMT
THIS THREAD HAS BEEN INACTIVE FOR OVER TWO MONTHS. IT IS BEING MOVED TO ARCHIVES, BUT IF YOU WANT IT MOVED BACK DON'T HESITATE TO PM A MEMBER OF STAFF.
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