Tiffany Lestrange
i'm not a fool, i just love that you're dead inside, i'm not a fool, i'm just lifeless too.
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Post by Tiffany Lestrange on Aug 5, 2013 0:55:24 GMT
"Stop speaking in riddles, you're driving me up the wall." she snapped, her voice growing fiery, now. "I don't need to take this from you. You can hit me and push me around all you want, at least I'm improving. It's like you're going to be stuck as you forever." she narrowed her eyes, saying genuinely, "I murdered my classmate, got engaged to you, lost almost my entire social circle including those related to me, get the shit kicked out of me nearly daily, evade the ministry & school faculty constantly, but I have a question about the principles of how boggarts work, so I'm an idiot." she glared at him, continuing, "I keep my emotions, bloodlust, & hatred bottled up almost all of the time, but I want to let it out during sex & suddenly I'm easy." she shook her head at him in distaste. "I kill five people in a single moment, but no, you've killed six before, so I'm skillless." she was beginning to back up the stairs as she spoke, ready to turn around & leave.
"If I shut a door too roughly, I'm throwing a tantrum, but when you don't get your way, or you're bored, you can beat up some young girl & you're just 'asserting authority'? All this time, I thought I should pay attention to what you were saying, because being a higher rank, being older, you'd know more - but I can see right now you're just a child, in a disguise. You put on your black robes & get your tattoo put on & suddenly you're better than me?" she was turning away, now, snapping, "I hope you die of the plague." with that, she marched up the steps, kicked her bedroom door open & slammed it shut behind herself so hard that the paintings & portraits on either side of the hallway dropped to the floor, their frames shattering & almost immediately repairing themselves as they flew back into their places on the wall.
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Post by Brent Yaxley on Aug 12, 2013 2:37:07 GMT
Brent stood straight, his arms folding across his chest as his eyebrow raised, watching her as she threw her little spat. He started smirking as she walked up the stairs, it growing with each word she spoke until he started chuckling softly under his breath, his head shaking for a moment as his tongue stuck out between his lips a little, just to dampen his lower lip.
Letting his arms drop to his sides, Brent made his way up the stairs a couple of moments after she'd stormed upstairs. Standing outside the bedroom door, his hand raised to rub at his forehead for a moment before dropping again as he reached for the doorknob, twisting it and pushing the door open slightly. "Are you quite done?" He questioned, sounding somewhat calm as he cocked his brow in her direction once more.
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Tiffany Lestrange
i'm not a fool, i just love that you're dead inside, i'm not a fool, i'm just lifeless too.
Posts: 869
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Post by Tiffany Lestrange on Aug 12, 2013 2:41:17 GMT
She stood at her pensieve, leaning over it. The memory of the boggart had successfully been purged. She knew it had happened, but she couldn't remember it in any detail. She felt oddly euphoric.
Turning as he walked in behind her, she stood up straighter as the pensieve closed itself & slid back up against the wall, locking itself in it's cabinet safely. "Yes." she told him, though her tone wasn't embarrassed or even angry, on the opposite end of things. She was mechanical, like she was just stating a simple fact, her eyes dancing up from the floor to his face.
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Post by Brent Yaxley on Aug 12, 2013 3:18:47 GMT
Closing the door behind silently behind him it made a large contrast to her slamming of the door. Sighing, the taller male leaned against the wooden frame as he watched her for a moment, his expression unreadable at first before turning a little more stern, though, he almost looked disappointed.
"Good." He almost spat after a short pause, "I didn't sign up for you throwing tantrums at me."
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Tiffany Lestrange
i'm not a fool, i just love that you're dead inside, i'm not a fool, i'm just lifeless too.
Posts: 869
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Post by Tiffany Lestrange on Aug 12, 2013 3:22:38 GMT
"What did you sign up for, then?" she asked instead of fighting him on it, heading closer to him, but taking a sharp left & standing in front of her vanity, instead. She set fixed the lid on a jar of dart-sized syringes, the ends of them each decorated with brightly colored feathers - tranquilizers. She waited for his answer as she mentally counted how many she had left.
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Post by Brent Yaxley on Aug 12, 2013 3:43:51 GMT
Brent moved from his resting place against the door to walk and perch on the end of the bed, his feet keeping firm to the ground as he did. "Someone who doesn't scream that she wants me dead and throw a wobbler before storming off?" He started as he kicked off his shoes. "Someone who needs to understand I'm taking a cruel to be kind method with her." Sighing, Brent shuffled up the bed, his legs stretched out. "You're no use to me dead, you need to gain tougher skin, you still care too much."
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Tiffany Lestrange
i'm not a fool, i just love that you're dead inside, i'm not a fool, i'm just lifeless too.
Posts: 869
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Post by Tiffany Lestrange on Aug 12, 2013 4:07:48 GMT
"Care about what?" she snorted, not being defiant so much as just not believing him or understanding where he was coming from. She screwed the jar lid off & plucked up one of the syringes, eying it, then dropped it back into the glass holder & turned to look at him.
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Post by Brent Yaxley on Aug 12, 2013 4:52:06 GMT
"Keeping you alive." He answered, his eyes urging to roll but he kept it at bay and instead gave her a cold hard glare through the mirror.
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Tiffany Lestrange
i'm not a fool, i just love that you're dead inside, i'm not a fool, i'm just lifeless too.
Posts: 869
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Post by Tiffany Lestrange on Aug 12, 2013 4:54:45 GMT
"I care about staying alive, too much?" she reiterated, not sure she was following properly. Even if that was what he'd meant, she wasn't so sure it was even true anymore. She'd thrown herself into the face of more danger than usual, lately.
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Post by Brent Yaxley on Aug 12, 2013 4:57:46 GMT
"Apparently quite the opposite." He explained before laying back, hands above his head as he stared up at the celling. "You're not exactly looking after yourself, are you? You're starting to look terrible." Lifting his head he looked over at her, sighing heavily before dropping his head back down against the bedding.
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Tiffany Lestrange
i'm not a fool, i just love that you're dead inside, i'm not a fool, i'm just lifeless too.
Posts: 869
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Post by Tiffany Lestrange on Aug 12, 2013 5:03:10 GMT
She glanced down at herself, almost self-consciously, before remembering that he wasn't necessarily being cruel - she really did look like shit.
"That doesn't matter. My accuracy & strength have both improved, who cares if I'm not formal-queen?" she looked at him fiercely, but not coldly. The look on her face wasn't anger, but determination.
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Post by Brent Yaxley on Aug 16, 2013 0:59:12 GMT
Brent lifted his head, just slightly, to look across at her before letting his head fall back down against the covers. His arms stretched out in front of him, a little tiredly as he sighed.
"Right, of course." He answered, sighing deeply as he closed his eyes for a moment, before sitting up straight, his hands reaching for the edges of his shirt so he could tug it off and over his head. "Just usually people manage to keep themselves prim and proper, y'know, avoid people thinking things are weird. It's all about keeping up appearances."
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Tiffany Lestrange
i'm not a fool, i just love that you're dead inside, i'm not a fool, i'm just lifeless too.
Posts: 869
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Post by Tiffany Lestrange on Aug 16, 2013 2:03:20 GMT
"My grades haven't dropped. I haven't been in trouble or missed any classes. I can't help it if people don't want to be around me, anymore." her voice went softer the more she spoke, until she was almost whispering into the space between them. She knew there were much more important things in the world than school popularity, but it was still humiliating to think that she had become to revolting.
She avoided the bed for a moment longer, heading to her wardrobe to get rid of her dirty clothes. She kicked her dirty, mud-caked boots aside & paused, standing on the cold hardwood floor in her bare feet for a long moment before pulling a small teddy on & avoiding looking at herself for too long in the door-mirror. She'd worn something similar, a long time ago, for Brandon. Back when she'd been all curves, soft lines & smoothness. Now she was a different creature, gaunt where she used to be flat, flat where she used to be curved. The piece hung pathetically on her, hardly 'alluring' anymore.
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Post by Brent Yaxley on Aug 16, 2013 3:06:32 GMT
Tossing his shirt lazily across the floor the male laid back again, his hands up the bed to rest under the pillows, the coolness feeling wonderful against his warm skin. He sighed, sounding almost content for a moment before he shifted again, shuffling up the bed, his foot screwing up her covers as he did. "So you've gone from queen bee to the social reject? Don't any of your professors seem even a little concerned about that?"
Brent looked up again, watching her again for a moment, his brow raising at her before he used his teeth to tug at loose skin on his lower lip, his head resting back down, this time comfortably in the middle of a pillow.
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Tiffany Lestrange
i'm not a fool, i just love that you're dead inside, i'm not a fool, i'm just lifeless too.
Posts: 869
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Post by Tiffany Lestrange on Aug 16, 2013 3:13:31 GMT
"They were concerned when I started showing up with bruises, and they were worried when my uncle was sent to Azkaban, too. As long as I don't threaten to off myself or go around attacking other students, they lose their interest in me fairly quickly." she said softly, slowly climbing up onto the edge of the bed. She didn't bother fighting him for an equal half, anymore. She didn't sleep often enough, anyway. If he was going to sleep & she wasn't, at least he should be comfortable. It was a waste, for her to.
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