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 Jul 10, 2013 5:28:35 GMT
She groaned & tilted her head back like this was the most annoying request ever, then let go & stretched her neck a little, before wincing & covering the back of her head with her hand again, pulling it back in front of her & trying to focus her eyes on her fingers. They shone wetly in the low lighting with diluted blood, & she immediately wiped it on her leg to get rid of it, sighing & turning to look at him, sitting comfortably against the pillows. Unfair, she thought poutily.
"'M not going to fall asleep," she promised, "I'm dizzy." she pushed his legs a little & slumped onto the bed, putting her head between her hands & squeezing her eyes shut as a throbbing pain took over where the dizziness left off.
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Post by Brent Yaxley on Jul 10, 2013 5:54:16 GMT
Brent watched her lazily before reaching to the side table to pick up a book, flicking the pages, though, he kept his eye on her over the top, making sure she wasn't falling asleep.
"Mhmm." He responded, sounding like he couldn't be bothered to muster anything better to say to her. "That's nice." He added, he continued to flick the pages of the book, before sighing heavily. Closing the book he whacked it - a little more roughly than needed - against her arm. "Head up."
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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 Jul 10, 2013 6:00:24 GMT
She groaned & lifted her head properly, then slumped down next to his legs, resting on her propped up elbows, as if to prove her awakeness. One of her legs was sprawled out next to him, but the other fell uselessly off of the side of the bed & she was far too lazy to try to use any effort to pick it back up.
"I'm awake." she sighed, closing her eyes & saying again, "I'm awake." she squeezed her eyes shut a little tighter as a bit of a headache passed over her, then opened them again slowly as it went away, taking a deep, shaky breath. At least the bleeding had come to a stop, the only dripping now coming from what remained of the water in her hair.
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Post by Brent Yaxley on Jul 10, 2013 6:05:21 GMT
Opening the book again he seemed to ignore whatever she had to say, only nodding his head at odd intervals when she seemed to stop talking for long enough that it needed a reply. "Right." He spoke finally, somewhat ending whatever she was saying. Flicking through the book, Brent searched for something that would catch his fancy before sighing and looking up.
Giving Tiff a somewhat disgusted look, he sat up a little straighter before practically barking at her "go shower or something, clean yourself up, you look like a complete mess."
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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 Jul 10, 2013 6:12:59 GMT
"UGH." she sat upright & glared across at him. "Can you just fuck off? Like for all of ten minutes?" her words were a little slurred together, but she was managing to form sentences well enough, despite the lack of good judgment involved in actually speaking them.
"It must be exhausting being you." she said as she shakily stood, using the bed again to hoist herself up. "You can't let yourself relax long enough to just -" she trailed off uselessly, then pointed at him accusingly, a little crooked. "It's like you want to be miserable. All of the time. You keep saying how much you hate me, but instead of avoiding me you seek me out to start something, like you need to be uncomfortable constantly." she pushed her half-damp hair back out of her face & shook her head, though that action seemed to make her lose a little of her balance.
"Obnoxious." she snapped, giving him an irritated look before stumbling dizzily out of the room. There was a moment of sheer quietness for a moment, before the sound of a vase shattering graced the hallway, followed by a hilariously non-manly yelp, & Thorfinn finally calling, "Uhm, Brent?" A pause. "Did you lose something?"
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Post by Brent Yaxley on Jul 10, 2013 6:21:39 GMT
Brent clenched the book between his fingers, his knuckles turning white as he attempted to calm himself enough not to throw the thick brown book at her head, figuring he'd injured her head enough for one day.
"Actually, it's quite easy being me." He answered, head tilting to the side in a somewhat animalistic manner. Laughing, he shook his head. "You really are dumb, aren't you? Merlin how did I get stuck with you."
Stretching out on the bed once she moved, Brent rolled his eyes, obviously, he didn't care enough about her to deal with her once she'd left the room, he just figured she'd be fine if she'd already walked out of the room. Hearing Thorfinn, he sighed again, sitting upright. "No, you can deal with it, I don't have the energy to deal with whining teens anymore." He called back before placing the book down and resting his hands behind his head figuring that Thorfinn wouldn't be able to find it in himself to just leave Tiff wherever she'd ended up.
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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 Jul 10, 2013 6:27:47 GMT
There was the sound of struggling outside for a few moments, before the door to Tiffany's room swung open & Thorfinn marched in, the body of Tiff flopped uselessly over his shoulder in complete dead-weight.
"Dude, I'm not babysitting." he said sternly, clearly unimpressed, though it was obvious that he wasn't going to start a real fight out of it. He tipped Tiffany onto the bed lazily, who didn't even wake up in that event, & gave the other man a small semi-sarcastic salute as he whirled around on his heel to leave. Thorfinn wasn't particularly good with Tiffany, or injuries, and the two combined were a double-whammy of things he just didn't care enough to deal with. Normally, this meant that she ended up on Broderick or Ashley's couch to be tended to, but he knew that too many trips with bloody limbs and mini-concussions due to 'marital disputes' may end up with a Ministry investigation.
"Not a baby." Tiffany corrected, but Thorfinn had already retreated back to his place in the hall with his book. Rolling onto her side, Tiff buried her face in the pillow next to Brent's arm, wrapping her arms around it tightly.
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Post by Brent Yaxley on Jul 10, 2013 6:33:55 GMT
Brent glared at Thorfinn as he dropped her onto the bed, not a small, warning glare, but a full on, blood thirsty, fuming sort of glare. "I'm not dealing with her." He spoke through gritted teeth, his patience clearly worn out for one day.
Once Thorfinn had left, Brent shoved at Tiff a little too roughly, aiming to shove her off the bed before he stood up, walking out the room and heading down the corridor to where Thorfinn sat. "As far as I'm concerned, she had eight fingers, two thumbs, a head thats still attached to her body, two legs and two arms, she'll be fine. Whether or not she decides to sleep now I honestly couldn't care less, I've told her not to, and I'm not dealing with her drama anymore." With that, he wandered down the stairs to go find good, hard, liquor before returning up the stairs five minutes later, heading back to Tiffs bedroom with a bottle of whiskey in hand, tumbler in the other.
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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 Jul 10, 2013 6:38:33 GMT
Having managed to wake herself up & stumble into the shower, Tiff started walking into her room with a towel clutched around herself, spotted him & sighed, turning around to head back into the bathroom. Moments later, she came back out, wrapped up in a small housecoat, & gave him a cold look.
"Don't drink that in the bed." she snapped, climbing in & tightening her housecoat around herself, letting the sheets pool around her ankles as she grabbed the book of hers he'd been flicking through earlier. Haunting: Ghosts, Poltergeists, & Other Spirits read the title.
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Post by Brent Yaxley on Jul 10, 2013 6:43:29 GMT
He raised an eyebrow at her as she came out of the bathroom, he rolled his eyes and returned to where he'd been previously sat, up against the pillows on her bed. Sighing heavily he read over the sticker on the bottle of whiskey for a while, waiting on her return.
"What're you gonna do? Slap my hands?" He grunted as he tossed the glass he'd brought with him onto the floor, letting it bounce across it before pulling the topper off of the bottle and taking a swig. "You can't order me around, it doesn't work like that."
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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 Jul 10, 2013 6:49:11 GMT
"Y'know, my father hated my mother for years but he wasn't such an idiot to let her nearly drop into a coma." she said, instead of answering his likely rhetorical question. "Then again, he wasn't stupid enough to treat the woman he needed to somehow keep healthy enough to impregnate as a punching bag. I guess it's brains like that, that keep him up near the head of the table while you're still stuck down at the end."
Her eyes fixed on Brent's as she slowly turned to him for a moment, watching him take a swig from the whiskey, adding angrily, "It must be so stressful. Having to butt heads with a seventeen year old girl every day. It's probably be a little less if you could stand your ground properly." her tone was venomous as she spoke to him, laced with such a sophisticated, pure, distilled hatred that she didn't even need to raise her voice to get her fury across.
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Post by Brent Yaxley on Jul 11, 2013 3:04:49 GMT
"I'm not going to let you drop into a coma, you halfwit." Raising an eyebrow, he sat up straighter before leaning closer to her. "Well I could be sat at the bottom of the table and I'd still be ahead of you." He spat with a hissing undertone.
Taking another long swig, he chuckled, twenty one years of age and being told the ins and outs by a child. "Oh, you seem mistaken, I don't butt heads with you because I have no interest in anything you have to say. I just crack my knuckles against you to pass the time." Shrugging, he took another swig, careful to keep his gaze latched onto her over the top of the bottle.
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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 Jul 11, 2013 3:09:11 GMT
She set her book aside gently, giving him a pitying sort of look.
"That's incredibly sad." she informed him, locking eyes with him & acting sincere, though the gleam in her eyes said that she was clearly mocking him, being sarcastic.
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Post by Brent Yaxley on Jul 11, 2013 3:11:53 GMT
"Go to sleep, Tiffany." Brent spoke in a somewhat throughly bored tone. "I have no interest in hearing anything else you have to say." Taking another long swig of the bottle, Brent sighed, before placing it on the side table and turning his back to her, legs swinging off of the bed as he fished in his pocket for smokes before wandering over towards the window.
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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 Jul 11, 2013 3:18:32 GMT
She snorted at that remark, as if in on some sort of joke that no one else was. She watched him head over to the window & sucked at her teeth softly, producing a quiet squeaking noise before turning stretching her legs out before her, her feet pushing the sheets down a little more.
"How did you take out that room of people?" she asked after a long moment, clearly through with trying to push his buttons. Before he could ask, she explained herself. "When I asked you about your first kill, you said that it was a room full." she turned her head away from him to look straight across the room, looking thoughtful and concentrated.
For no reason that she could properly place her finger on, she seemed to remember everything he'd told her about himself, ever. It wasn't difficult to commit it all to memory, as he didn't really seem to tell her much.
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