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Post by vika6 on Jan 22, 2012 5:44:32 GMT -5
tell me this is all just a contest, the one who wins will be the one who hits the hardest  It didn’t matter what he did or did not think of her. As far as his mother was concerned, they were meant to be stuck together. Marriages were supposed to be magical moments, when two puzzle pieces collided and found that they fitted perfectly, but Eion and Monet would never be that. He saw them more as two alien objects, foreign to one another, yet forcefully glued side to side. He would tear loose soon, he would run and be free. There must be a way. Still, he decided to make the best out of the moment by keeping all those thoughts to himself and trying to be friendly to her, just for now, just for once. Gentle, almost flirtatious teasing, seemed to fit well in that. ”Cross my heart and hope to die,” he smiled, actually raising his free hand to draw an X on his chest, pressing his index finger deep enough into himself to dimple the layers of clothing he wore. When he did something, he did it fully. For a straight male, he was an awful drama queen.
They had yet another disagreement, this time on the species of centaurs. She failed to see the beauty of the mangled creatures, he had to correct her, although he did it in the gentlest way he could. ”They say the exact same thing about us. They say legs are supposed to be equine and they laugh at us for looking like monkeys. Every specie is beautiful in its own way, hmm?” He tilted his way, using his Hidden Move. It was a matter of smiling lopsidedly, only curling one corner of his lips, a matter of blinking just enough to seem innocently fascinated and lowering his voice to sound more convincing. Yes, Eion was a manipulative little bitch, who did whatever he had to in order to get his right, even about such trivial things. He ended with a shrug, though. If he couldn’t win it, he’d ignore it. There were better things, things they agreed about, such as the unbelievable strength of the snapshots in his possession. Although he felt her physical response to the cold, he refused to wrap an arm around her. Everything he’d ever done was to keep her from liking him, he wasn’t about to mess that up, make her fall and break her by leaving. There was beauty in destruction, as long as some shatters remained – if he let himself go all out on her, there’d be nothing left. With no parents and a limited amount of friends, she didn’t really need a backstabbing Eion on her case. As long as she expected him to be an asshole, he could keep her safe, in some crooked way. ”Oh, it’s nothing compared to what I’ve done to some others.” he shrugged it off, indifferent as ever.
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Post by MONET ANAIS GANT on Jan 22, 2012 20:31:18 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] . the imagery doesn't fit. RLING DEAR GET A GRIP DARLING DEAR GET A GRIP DARLING DEAR GET A GRIP DARLING DEAR GET A GRIP DARLIN She would need to be companionable and wholly enchanting, if only for the moment. One moment it may have been, but it was probably the defining moment that would mark the relationship they would never ignite. Monet felt that it was more crucial that she could actually anticipate, because it would stand as the first time they had mutually maintained a civility that made their encounter truly enjoyable. Only she wouldn't ever be fully assured if Eion had been genuine about the pleasantness he was expressing. Faking emotions was something that she would match up with the Slater boy without doubting it as a possibility for even the slightest moment. However, she was swayed by the way he was acting so open, daring to be, what Monet assumed, nearly flirtatious. She felt a smile bloom on her face, every bit of it sincere with the enjoyment coursing through her veins. "You can take that promise back because it'd be a pity if you died on me," Monet joked, honestly hiding expertly somewhere in the teasing tone. She leaned towards him, using her fingers to smooth the mark that his dramatic finger pressing into his chest had caused. Her gentleness must have surprised Eion, because she was truly pulling through with this end of the bargain of remaining obedient to him. She wasn't sure if it had dawned on him that even though she protested in the end she gave into his every command.
Eion was one to never give up on a topic once it had been breached. Monet had dismissed the centaurs, deciding they had other subjects to tackle in their oddly nonchalant conversation. He had other thinking, and of course, Eion needed to get his way or all hell would break loose. So, she listened, scrunching her nose with thought at the way he put her thoughts into a twisted view. Her goose pimpled shoulders shrugged at him, vaguely agreeing to what he said. "Ways of thought vary with each person you come across. You have your own opinions and I have mine." It was her subtle way of saying that she could respect what he was thinking and wouldn't press her shallow thoughts onto him. He had to know that she was shivering since her shoulder was pressed against his. Monet wanted to know why he didn't have at least enough manners to huddle her close as an attempt to shelter her from the cold. She pouted slightly, truly dwelling over the really trivial matter. Her eyes wandered over his face, frowning deeply at what he said. "Mm..." she slightly grunted, unsure of what to say without starting a row that she really did not want to try and have to work her way out of. She was actually enjoying their 'bonding' moment far too much to go and upset it completely with something senseless that she would say. Silence would be the option she resorted to.
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Post by vika6 on Jan 23, 2012 8:50:04 GMT -5
tell me this is all just a contest, the one who wins will be the one who hits the hardest She may be a charity case – which kid wouldn’t be, after having lived through such horrors – but Eion wasn’t mother Theresa. He was the very opposite of a charitable, merciful caretaker. So, it was absolutely impossible for him to explain his behaviour. He could only dismiss it as a trivial detail of the present, something that didn’t rely on the past and wouldn’t affect the future in great deals. She was going along with it, which she better had, unless she wanted to unleash the furious beast that was a crossed Eion. People had suggested he might do something about his rage issues, but he was too proud and lazy to go see a professional. Whatever. He didn’t need it now anyway, now she was being a submissive and obedient, good girl. He didn’t even mind her touching him. Quite contrarily, he raised his hand to pluck hers off of himself in the most gentle manner, stroking the inside of her wrist with his fingertips before giving her hand back, smiling. ”Oh, I’m not dying anytime soon. I’ve at least got another month.” Making death-jokes around someone who’d lost everyone wasn’t classy, but Eion figured his death wouldn’t really mean much to her. Surely, she must have gotten used to him, but that didn’t mean she liked him as a person, right? You couldn’t miss someone you hated. Not if you were sane.
He wanted to make his damned point. She was being superficial, dismissing an entire race just because she found them physically unattractive. He wanted to have the last say on the topic, though, so he finished with a brisk, ”Just because you don’t want to fuck someone doesn’t make them inferior. But yeah. Each his own.” Slowly, he was growing used to the feeling of being misunderstood, or rather, of the feeling that others were too close-minded to even try and see his point. There was beauty in everything, people would be so much happier if they just goddamned realised it. Rather than allowing the already boiling annoyance to reach the surface of his behaviour, he swallowed it down and changed subjects. Things he’d done to people. Unmentionable amounts of girls, boys, women and men had already suffered from him, although that didn’t necessarily make him a monster. He could elaborate on his rotten personality, or he could respect her politeness and let it drop. The grunt had been an obvious sign that she didn’t know what to say about this without triggering him and he decided to respect it. Instead of criticising himself, he aimed at her. “If I…” He suddenly stopped himself, explaining why just a second later. ”I was going to ask you whether I could ask a question without you going ape-shit, but that’s a waste of breath.” Nodding, he decided that sufficed for now. He was doing her the biggest favour: he was limiting his heartless, cruel curiosity and holding himself back.
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