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Post by Strawberry Scream on Aug 10, 2017 21:42:36 GMT -5
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β 'Ight, here's how I want this to go. Don't mind me, this will be rapid-fire 'rules'. Don't claim-and-go, stay here for a while and RP with me. Don't wanna stay, let me know. Decent two paragraphs. Fair grammar. All that good stuff, y'know? Basic forum rules, you respect me = I respect you, etc. etc.
Alright, basic sappy settings.Β
I'ma play the girl, you'll play the guy, and because I'm a sucker for clichΓ©s he's head-over-heels for her. They are the best of friends, spend almost every free moment together, and always have each others backs no matter what. He's helping her through severe mental issues - anorexia, anxiety, all that fun stuff. In return, she's helping him with *insert your choice of le problems here* as best she can. Winter is here, Christmas right around the corner, and that means festivities are all around - family, friends, music, and laughter fill the city they live in. Also, mistletoe everywhere - just sayin'!
Below is my starting post. Don't worry! ALL of my starts are long and a bit of a ramble - however, I will match your post lengths eventually, if you don't want to write as much. To claim this thread, just reply! However you would like.
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"Good morning, Miss Anaya!"Β "Indeed it is, Grandpapa!"Β
The elderly shop keeper just chuckled at the girl's antics, watching her practically dance around the entrance with her usually unfaltering cheerfulness. A Christmas-y streak of hair fell as she pulled away her hood, standing out among the bright red fluffy waves with a bold, fir-tree green color. Snowflakes fell from the thin coat with the fur-lined hood as Anaya Roberts hung it on an old-fashioned coat hanger, shoulder-length hair a mess as always.Β
"Quite the weather, eh?" The old man grunted, standing up from his seat as his knees crackled a bit. Anaya was already at the man's side with one of her sunshine smiles, her emerald eyes sparkling with mischief and affection. "I love the snow," she rattled happily, helping the man raise a bit more comfortable to move by the fireplace. "It's not dreary or sad. Just... pale fluffballs of sunshine!" The man wheezed a laugh, lowering himself into one of the plush armchairs by the roaring fire pit. "Yes, my girl," the man said, patting the older teens' hand with his own as she placed his walking cane close by, "and rain is liquid sunshine with you. Hail is just - how do you say it - stubborn sunshine, eh?" He chuckled as Anaya shook her head fondly, her sparkling laugh soft in the quiet room. The old-time Christmas music was faint in the background.Β
The Library CafΓ© was quite well-known for its aesthetic - the warm fire places, the cushy seats and cute lace tablecloths on round surfaces. The entire place smelled like pine and Christmas cookies - the tree was decorated in pale blues and purples, and cookies were baking in ovens. Cocoa was boiling on stoves - Christmas lights twinkled like fairies along the rafters, and true to the name, the walls were stuffed silly full with books. Free internet was available - a free cocoa bar was welcome at the front of the shop, by the Mystery Novels. Mr. Kavenison was the owner, although he mostly just read by the fire place or helped himself to the sugary sweetness of his chef's best cookie recipe.Β
Anaya was a young girl, one that the owner rather liked. She was charming in her own, unique way - a rustic-like charm, he had decided long ago. Rarely did she use her cell phone, often forgetting it all over, and her clothing was a simple cross between cowgirl and plain. Skinny jeans, boots, and a flannel over a tank top were her everyday clothes, and that didn't change for the holiday. Her faintly tanned skin was warm in the firelight as she sat in a chair across from the elderly man, offering him a large mug of his famous Mint Cocoa. She didn't work there - no, she worked at the actual Library - but she always seemed to dote on him specifically. Of course, Mr. Kavenison knew why - he had somehow bonded with her in a way few people seemed to, making it easy for her to chat with and love. If anyone else were to come and greet her, she was retreat behind a book or avoid eye contact, rubbing her arms nervously. The old man was naive to modern problems, but not a fool - he was well aware of the significant burden her anxiety forced upon her.Β
"Is that young man of yours coming this fine morning, Anaya?" He asked, watching the girl crisscross her legs on the squishy seat and play with the slight-too-long blue and brown flannel sleeves over her hands. "He always does," she replied with a smile, a merry twinkle in her eye. "Has he chosen a ring yet?" He wheezed another laugh as the girl giggled along with him, shaking her head. "No sir, we aren't dating." It was routine by now, this conversation - soon it would turn to others things, like history and art. Mr. Kavenison was a veteran of the Korean war, and he loved sharing about what 'the old days' were like. This worked well - the young lady in front of him was someone he could easily see blending in with the old-time mindset, curious and always seeking more knowledge. A bright young woman.Β
"Wow," The girl breathed, leaning back in her chair and staring admiringly at the old man. "You really did have dance clubs back then? But with real dancing, not this weird... stuff going on." A wistful look crossed her eyes as the elder chuckled. "Of course - oh, those were the days," he sighed happily in remembrance, "everyone knew how to swing dance, how to foxtrot and waltz. Oh, my girl, you are one in a million - so few people know how to dance properly." He admired her like a grandchild, it was clear - he was the warmest with her, almost a grouch to others. She was even allowed to call him Grandpapa, even though they weren't related. They might as well have been - from the hours and hours of talking they shared in front of this very fireplace, they were like two sides of one coin.Β
A faint bell - the door opened, and it closed. Anaya looked over to see none other than her best friend, and she smiled at him with her usual sunshine face as she scooted over in her seat, giving them both just enough room to squeeze in. Of course, she would always under up throwing her legs over his - it was just how it went, every Saturday morning at the Library CafΓ©. "Hiya!" She said cheerfully, "such a wonderful day."
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Post by Strawberry Scream on Aug 11, 2017 8:30:25 GMT -5
Bump from mobile~
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Post by Strawberry Scream on Aug 11, 2017 12:40:45 GMT -5
Aweeee you just made my day! Of course you may claim. I may be a bit slow, I'm on mobile right now, but I'll edit the thread for you thanks so much for stopping in!
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I can't answer why... I'm a blackstar...β
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Post by Kurai on Aug 11, 2017 14:42:00 GMT -5
(Sorry It's short, I am rather rusty)
The city streets were bustling with people. Commuters hurrying off to their offices, heads bowed, cellphones pressed to their ears. Mixed with festive shoppers, wrapped up warm in their coloured scarves and hats, carrier bags rustling filled with Christmas joy. Lyle walked through them, neither one nor the other, just a tall boy trying to make his way down the street. His hands were stuffed in to his pockets to fight off the cold as his tatty dark red converse crunched over the compacted snow.
Winter was his least favourite season, the cold made people irritable himself included. He couldn't wait to be back in the warm, to rekindle some feeling in his toes. A dark haired business man with attention on his phone and none on the path before him barged in to him, turning to curse in his direction before hurrying back in to the swell of bodies. He shook his head in disbelief before carrying onwards. He'd have turned back ages ago, or never left the house in the first place had his destination not been so bright. At least there was one thing that could warm his heart on the coldest of winter days, just thinking about her hurried his pace.
Shop windows glowed brightly, each decorated in hues of scarlet, gold and verdant. Stacks of faux gifts piled beneath carefully decorated trees, or animatronic Santa Claus' that entranced passing children. They were on no interest to him, instead he turned from the main street towards the Library CafΓ©, one of the few places he enjoyed being. He stopped outside, a fresh dusting of snow coating his chocolate brown hair and the shoulders of his coat. Through the window came the warm glow of lit fireplaces, the scent of fresh coco and cookies. He inhaled deeply watching through the window as Anaya interacted with the elderly owner. If you didn't know they weren't related you could never tell. So comfortable were they in each others company it seemed a shame to disturb them. He watched for a moment longer before the cold forced him to push open the door, stepping in quickly and closing it behind him to stop the heat escaping. He stamped his shoes on the mat to dry them off before slipping off his dark coat and hanging it beside hers. He was tall, slender with a mop of messy chocolate brown hair that he quickly shook to liberate the remaining trapped snowflakes.
"Sorry I'm late" He said with a smile, although he wasn't late at all. "I'm not sure wonderful is the right word." He retorted with humor in his tone. He plopped down in the seat beside her, relishing the warmth of her legs over his own. "It's just a touch cold out." He said touching his icy hand to her face, a broad smile curving his thin lips.
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Post by Strawberry Scream on Aug 11, 2017 15:23:53 GMT -5
(Nonsense~ that's a perfectly fine post )
Anaya smiled pure sunshine as Lyle joined her on the seat, immediately crossing her slightly too-skinny legs over his almost the moment he nestled in next to her. "Nonsense," she said, a faint Scottish now noticeable on both her and her adopted grandfather's voice now that an American came in. "It's wonderful outside. Not every day can be so clean." She almost purred in pleasure as Lyle's hand found its way to her face, smiling again as the cold touched her ever-warm skin. She was always radiating heat - it was just her, naturally.
Mr. Kavenison wheezed a chuckle, his bright blue eyes large behind wide circle lenses. "Good morning, Mister Lyle," he offered, taking a shaky sip of his cocoa. Anaya smiled and curled up against her best friend, rather like an affectionate house-cat, as the crackling of the fire drew her attention. Her eyes got a wistful, thoughtful look again as she watched a friendly fire, and the elderly man wheezed another laugh. He knew that expression well enough - she was thinking about the roaring fires in her family's cabin when she was a child, her older brother raising her alongside her mother in near-poverty. Still, she grew up happy in the hills of Scotland - had an education, came to America for school. He remembered well, the first time she ducked into this little place. Back then, she was fourteen - a freshman in the high school, her hair plaited neatly as a flannel hanging from her shoulders. Back then, her accent was almost too thick to understand - making her a target for bullies - and she was just as shy as she was this day, making it hard to fit in with her host family. He took her under his wing, showed her how to speak properly, and time flew by. She met Lyle not two months later, and now the two were practically inseparable.
Anaya's thought snapped from their place as the bell chimed softly again, and she blushed brightly as curious eyes flickered over her and Lyle. Suddenly, her sunshine dipped behind a cloud and the young lady more or less hid against Lyle, her cheek gentle against his shoulder as she wrapped her arms nervously around his. She said nothing as another college student ordered a dark espresso. A college town, Anaya often ran into students in her classes, but she never found another person to bond with. Her anxiety was centered heavily around social behaviors and interaction, and it seemed that it was people close to her own age that made her the most insecure and jumpy.
Mr. Kavenison chuckled, then wheezed as he got to his feet. "Grandpapa-" Anaya started to slide her feet to the ground, but the old man gently poked her legs with his cane and shook his hand. "Oh, hush yourself girl," he rasped affectionately, grunting as he finally got to his feet. "I'm not too old to stand by my lonesome!" He patted the girls head with one wrinkled hand and then gave Lyle an affectional shoulder clap before hobbling towards the coat rack, grumbling to himself about having to deal with snow and ice. Anaya relaxed a little as two bells chimed - both her friend and whoever the college student was had left, leaving a few customers browsing the shelves or workers pattering around and serving coffee. Anaya looked up at Lyle fully then, offering another sunshine smile. "So how was the snooooow?" She asked teasingly, drawing out the snow in playful mock as she rested her chin on his shoulder lightly. As usual, she seemed to have no sense of personal space - a normal thing for Anaya, who craved as much physical reassurance as she could get. Multiple doctors had told her that it was a symptom of severe anxiety, but she didn't seem to quite register that it was only Lyle that triggered those feelings. Hence, she practically begged for human touch whenever he was with her - and she usually got it with the help of wide, begging green eyes.
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I can't answer why... I'm a blackstar...β
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Post by Kurai on Aug 11, 2017 16:27:05 GMT -5
"Good Morning Mr. Kavenison." He greeted warmly he too had a fondness for the old man. He had been visiting the shop for many years, a place to read and to sketch. Passing many hours in one of those cozy chairs with a sketchbook on his lap and charcoal stains darkening his fingers, drawing the profiles of strangers. He remembered the day he had first seen Anaya, she had caught his eye instantly with her bright features and unruly hair. It had taken more than a few days of quiet observation and many pages of his sketchbook before he had garnered the courage to talk to her.
Now he rubbed his hands together to get the blood circulating once more, with her form radiating heat as she nestled cozily beside him. A smile turned the corner of his lips as he noticed that faraway look in her eyes, she did it more often than she probably realised and he often found himself watching her, wishing he could see what she was seeing for just a moment, but more than that it was a chance to just look at her. The bell dragged them both back in to reality and he instinctively looped an arm around her, holding her close against him. He knew better than most how her anxiety affected her, and never once had he judged her for it. Instead he simply offered comfort where he could.
He gave a smile to the elderly man as he rose to leave, turning his attention back to his friend as her voice broke the silence. "I hate snow." He said with a chuckle, his ocean blue eyes studying her with his usual gentle intensity. He had no problem with her need for human contact, with anyone else he certainly would have. Notoriously introverted he tended to keep people at arms length, everyone except her. Something about her had made him open up, to the extent he ever opened up anyway and he was glad she had that effect on him.
"You seem extra chipper this morning. Glad to see the snow makes someone so happy." He teased, toying with one of her loose curls, wrapping it around his finger then allowing it to bounce free of its own volition. One of the workers bought over a steaming cup of strong coffee, he spent so long in here they knew his order by heart. He thanked her with a nod of his head and wrapped his free hand around the warm cup.
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Post by Strawberry Scream on Aug 11, 2017 18:30:04 GMT -5
"But it's just puffy fluffs of sunshine," Anaya protested sweetly, smiling again as her best friend wrapped his arm around her almost protectively. Forest green eyes twinkled merrily as Lyle pulled her closer, relishing the touch she always desperately needed. "Of course I'm happy." She smiled tentatively as the waitress quietly places a little plate of roasted almonds on the table, dusted with sweet powder and cinnamon. It wasn't much, but nothing she ate never was - she was obsessed with calorie counting, panicking every time she accidentally went over 500 a day. It took an almost impossible surge of willpower to eat healthily, making her sleep for over half a day sometimes. Paranoid about gaining weight, about not being able to fit into her ballroom dance uniforms. Anorexia wasn't something to take lightly, yet the nineteen-year-old seemed adamant about ignoring it - even if it seemed she was getting thinner and thinner each week. Already, her ribs were too prominent to be healthy.
Even the carefully lowered plate seemed to make Anaya jump slightly, nuzzling closer to Lyle as one of her arms absently reached out and hugged his waist. Still, she ignored the slightly startle the best she could. "Damien is coming soon," she continued her words, excitement leaking into her soft haze of a voice. She and her brother were close - albeit, not as close as she and Lyle, but the thirty-year-old was more of a father than their father ever was. She hadn't seen him in two years. "How could I be in any other mood?" She stuck her tongue out at him, then reached over and snagged two of the almonds.
The two spent some time at the cafΓ©, enjoying the warm fire and the smell of pine, cookies, and old books. Anaya looked up at the sunlight above them as the light suddenly dimmed, seeing more clouds clustering outside. More snow. This seemed to make her bubble over with energy, even though she only had maybe a quarter of the small plate of almonds - and it was undoubtedly all she had that day. At the clock chimed nine in the morning and rush hour slowed down, Anaya turned towards Lyle with wide, pleading green eyes which could only mean one of two things - let's go play in the snow! or Please lavish me in affection. Since she was already half-entwined with him, it could only mean the first, probably on their walk to her apartment.
She always loved the snow, and there was a good reason. Several years before, she had uploaded a video of a choreographed dance in the snow on youtube, just for giggles. Two months later, it went viral and she was offered several full-ride dance scholarships around the world, after high school. Of course, she chose America and here she was now - out of poverty, a registered choreographer at nineteen, and with the best friend she could ever ask for. "...Please?" She asked, leaning her head on Lyles' shoulder with a tiny smile. "Just on the way home?"
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I can't answer why... I'm a blackstar...β
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Post by Kurai on Aug 11, 2017 20:26:14 GMT -5
"Freezing cold sunshine that makes everything all wet." He teased, although there was of course a practical reason for his dislike of the winter weather. He often made a little money on the side busking with his trusty guitar, it was never much but everything helped put food on the table. Not only was playing in the cold incredibly difficult but with everyone splashing out on Christmas presents no one had any money to spare. He shook those thoughts aside, there were plenty of other times to worry about such things, for now he would take this chance to enjoy himself.
He averted his gaze to the crackling fire as the waitress carried over the plate of almonds. It struck a nerve to watch her slowly starve herself to death, this constant fear of putting on weight when she was so very beautiful. With his arm rested around her now he could feel her ribs, jagged beneath her clothes. The topic of her brothers visit however bought that smile back to his face, it was clear she adored him and Lyle had never had the oppertunity to meet him. "How could I forget. I guess that justifies it."
The streets beyond the window had thinned down, office staff had made it to work and the shoppers had filtered in to stores as they opened their doors. No doubt seeking shelter from the foreboding clouds overhead. Oh no, he knew exactly what was coming now. He looked sideways at her and sure enough those pleading forest green eyes looked back up at him. "If anyone else asked me I would tell them where to shove it. But as its you." He said with a laugh, gently prising himself apart from her and standing. He was tall, well built with long limbs and a slightly pale complexion that hinted at his fathers Irish heritage. "Come on then, lets get going." He waited for her to join him before grabbing their coats and heading out in to the street beyond. The cold hit him like a slap in the face and he quickly zipped his coat a little tighter, before offering her his arm.
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Post by Strawberry Scream on Aug 11, 2017 22:13:14 GMT -5
(Okay, it's killing me. Is your picture a Grim from RWBY?)
Anaya immediately jumped to her feet, smiling happily as she accepted her coat from the much taller man, sliding it on over her flannel and bustling outside with her best friend. Sure enough, the thick clouds were beginning to shed their weight, and large snowflakes fell from the sky like embers from a fire. At first, Anaya seemed content to walk side-by-side with Lyle, her arm joined with his as she watched the snow fall from the sky with another wistful look across her eyes. This memory was one of fun times, her small family playing together and hurling snowballs from behind trees in their massive backyard.
Then they turned down the street that lead to Anaya's apartment, and she seemed to recoil back into herself a little. She didn't live in the best neighborhood, that much was obvious right from the start. Several cars were battered and broken down, obscure gang symbols littered the area on walls and windows, and Anaya was pretty sure that the glinting shards int he drains weren't syringes from ambulances. She clammed up further as a group of older men passed, none of them younger than their mid-twenties. Cat calls and ay mama's followed the girl as she looked away shyly, holding onto Lyle a little closer as she did her best to avoid looking at them.
Soon enough, they reached her apartment building and she seemed to relax a little, beginning to kick up little puffs of snow on the ground cheerfully. There was a whistling in the sky, a quiet rumble, and then the snow started to flurry. She paused for a moment to look up at the sky, smiling as snowflakes landed on her eyelashes. "I love this," she said sweetly, feeling the wind brush against her clothes inside her unzipped coat. Unlike her best friend, she loved the bitter winds and the cold snaps. "Come on," she then goaded, pulling at Lyle's arm a little towards the front entrances. "The snowfall will only get worse." She tapped in her access code - 88362 - and pushed inside, ignoring glances of the other people in the common area and dragging Lyle towards the elevators.
A few minutes later, and the young lady was unlocking her door on the seventh floor, unit 713, and hanging her coat on one of a few hooks by the entrance. The inside of her apartment was vastly different than the neighborhood - clean, homey, and safe. The walls were repaired and painted after a year of living, the trim was cleaned, and she had even ripped up the older carpeting and polished the pretty oak hardwood floors. Not only did her occasional dark purple rugs look good, she seemed to continue her purple-and-white theme to her kitchenette and closets. She had decorated for the holidays - a pine was delightful int he corner, decorated with sparkling ice-like ornaments and hiding a few boxes underneath. There were five - three of them had Lyle written across the top in her scrawling script, the other two were for her brother.
The girl locked all three locks behind her as the Christmas lights twinkled merrily along the edges of the room, then she hugged Lyle around the waist and leaned her head against his shoulder. "You're not allowed to look in the closet," was all she said before letting go and flouncing into the living area, where she began to tidy up her 'office area'. Really, it was just where she set her latest song counts and dance steps out in the open in notebooks and binders. "My home's your home!" She chimed cheerfully, although she had been saying it every time he walked through her door for the past year.
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I can't answer why... I'm a blackstar...β
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Post by Kurai on Aug 12, 2017 6:26:14 GMT -5
(It is indeed, I'm a massive RWBY fan XD)
It was hard to balance his dislike for snow and his joy at being in her company, so for now he let the bitter wind slide as they walked arm in arm towards her apartment. Festive music hummed quietly in the distance, carried to his ears on the wind and amplified by the snow. He hummed absentmindedly to the tune of Little Drummer Boy, the glimmering lights reflecting brightly on the fresh show around them.
The atmosphere changed dramatically as they turned in to her neighbourhood, a dismal place where no one had bothered to line the streets with coloured bulbs, knowing that they would only be stolen or smashed. The only glinting light came not from baubles hanging from thick Fir trees but from broken glass embedded in the muddy snow. He too lowered his eyes as the group of males passed, putting his body between them and his walking companion. He had learned it was wisest not to say anything, to keep walking and put distance between them as quickly as possible. To say anything would cause confrontation and who knew which of those punks would be carrying a knife, or worse. He was glad to see the back of them, and would be more glad still when Anaya decided to move out of this place.
They reached her apartment just in time, the gentle fall of snow was rapidly becoming a blizzard. He looked a little concerned for a moment, looking back down the street to see how quickly the snow was piling up. His attention was drawn back by the sound of her voice, turning to her, unable to suppress a smile at the sight. Her head was turned skywards, her hair and lashes laced with fat flakes of snow. Those that landed on her skin melted instantly leaving small watery trails in their wake. He was almost disappointed when she keyed the code to the building and led him in to the normality of her building. Inside was not so bad as on the street, especially when she pushed open the door to her own flat. The air smelt singularly of her, that soft scent he adored. The place was decorated so carefully that it never failed to make him smile, and the addition of her festive decor only added to it.
"Why would I have gone in the closet in the first place? Now you're just tempting me." He retorted wrapping his arms around her before she shot off again. With warmth restored he shrugged off his coat and hung it carefully on the hooks, before making his way through to the living area. He twiddled one of the decorations on the tree, spinning it on its string so id sent the reflecting light in a merry dance. "Do you want a drink?" He asked, moving to the kitchen area. He was one of those people with a serious addiction to caffeine, especially in this weather. He moved about the kitchen as though it was his own, after all he had been here more times than he could count. He would wager he knew this kitchen better than his, seeing as here everything had its place. He lived in a communal flat, with a handful of people who wouldn't understand order if it hit them about the face.
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Post by Strawberry Scream on Aug 12, 2017 10:56:27 GMT -5
(I just finished season three with my boyfriend. I can't get over Penny V-V )
"Sure!" Anaya came into the small kitchen from the living area, leaving her boots at the front to show that she was wearing fluffy red fuzzy socks. She pulled out one of the bottom drawers that she had rebuilt as a step stool, carefully stepping up and opening the cupboard to reach the top shelf. There was never much food in her home - almost everything was vitamins and pills, medicines that cut her appetite further. Her fridge had some fruit, water bottles, more medicines that could cut her appetite. Nothing was more than fifty calories.
Pulling a bag of her favorite tea from the box, Anaya shut the door again and stepped down from the stool and pushed it back in. She pressed the level down on the small speed boiler, grabbing two mugs from her cupboard. She hummed to herself as she pushed herself onto the wide granite counter next to Lyle with a little smile, her Apple Pomegranate tea bag waiting in the mug. "I'm tired," she said, leaning over and resting her cheek against his shoulder easily. She was tiny - only 5'4" and no more than ninety pounds, she was much smaller than him. "I was at work until two this morning," she hummed, hopping back onto the floor and attaching herself to Lyle with her arms around his waist loosely.
She had been working more and more lately, clocking in almost sixty hours instead of thirty or forty. As a choreographer for classic dance - ballroom, contemporary, ballet among many - her job required almost non-stop, grueling physical activity. combined with her anxiety, eating disorder, and inability to fall asleep quickly, no wonder she was exhausted.
Anaya jumped slightly at the tiny beep from the boiler, and she let Lyle go to pour boiling water into her mug only to come back to latching around his waist, her small body radiating heat. The smell of her tea was one that hung on her almost 24/7 - she had it every morning, making the scent rub onto her skin and stay no matter how many showers she took with sun-ripened strawberry shampoo and matching body wash. "Ugh," she sighed, looking up at Lyle with a small smile. "Living take too much energy." She stuck her tongue out slightly, enjoying being close to him.
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I can't answer why... I'm a blackstar...β
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Post by Kurai on Aug 12, 2017 16:20:52 GMT -5
They moved around each other to make their drinks, as fluid as a choreographed dance. He had bought his own coffee as she didn't drink it herself and liked to make sure he always had an emergency stash. With his warm mug cradled between his hands he watched her make her tea, inclining his head slightly as she mentioned how tired she was. It wasn't hard to see she worked hard, her job required so much effort that he worried she would work herself to death. However it was equally clear that she loved it, not only that but she was incredibly good at it. Of course he had seen her work, he made a point to take an interest in everything she did. He only wished he could one day find a career that interested him equally.
"You working on a big project?" He asked softly, blowing the steam from his scaldingly hot beverage. Considering how tired she was she still seemed a bundle of energy, never standing still for more than a moment, unless lost in thought. Looping an arm carefully over her shoulder he led them through to the lounge, settling down on the plush sofa with an exhale. He too had been up late, working on his latest canvas a large surrealist cityscape filled with vibrant colour so unlike anything he had ever done before. Sleepless nights were not unusual for him. Living in a shared house people came and went at all hours, a mixture of artists and musicians they were not quiet people by nature. Mix that with his own insomnia ans sleep was one of those things he had simply learnt to live without.
"I'd say maybe you need some time off, but I know you would never agree to that so I wont waste my breath." He said giving her an affectionate squeeze. "So what have you got planned for your brother when he gets here? Doing anything exciting?" He was kind of worried he wouldn't get a chance to see her whilst her older sibling was here, although in his mind he knew that was a selfish thought. Even so he wasn't sure what he would do with himself not having the time away from his day to day.
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Post by Strawberry Scream on Aug 13, 2017 9:52:05 GMT -5
Anaya followed Lyle's guiding touch easily, holding her mug of apple tea in her hands carefully as the warm maroon color flooded the steaming water. Once Lyle sat on her soft, deep purple couch, she immediately snuggled up against his side and curled her legs up next to her as she shared her blazing warmth with him. She really was like an affectionate house cat with her best friend - always begging for a touch, practically purring in happiness whenever he complied.
"He comes into the airport tomorrow from his tour," she said, her voice bubbling with excitement as she looked up at Lyle with a wide smile, leaning her head against his chest affectionately. "Really late though, about one in the morning. We're planning on seeing the lights display," she hummed happily, taking a sip of her scalding tea. She made a face then leaned forwards, putting the mug on the glass coffee table to soak some more.
The Chrismas light display was a free event that everyone in the city was welcome to, featuring what must be thousands of thousands strings and ropes of lights throughout the streets. It was one of the busiest times in her work place - the Dance Academy always presented a full dance recital in the streets, one of Anaya's favorite events. "I won't be participating in the dance groups though," she mentioned, "not while Damien is here. Other than the lights, he wanted to see the live music. He's a musician when he's not deployed, so he always seems to enjoy watching the local players." She poked him in the chest playfully with a smile. "Including you."
She shifted again, tossing her legs over Lyle's comfortably as she wrapped an arm carefully around his waist. "He's looking forwards to meeting you," she hummed in her soft, almost musical voice. "And I look forwards to seeing if he intimidates you." She giggled to herself, picturing her brother looming over her best friend. Damien was easily six foot seven, broad and muscular, with his bright red hair cropped close due to the military standards - and not only was he big, but he was intense. His presence was harsh and forceful, but that would break the moment he spoke or smiled - he was definitely a goof, just like his little sister.
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Kurai
I can't answer why... I'm a blackstar...β
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Post by Kurai on Aug 14, 2017 7:02:16 GMT -5
(Hey sorry I didn't get on yesterday, was out rather late XD)
Of course he didn't resist as she nuzzled closer, looping one arm over the back of the sofa around her. He had often made the comparison to a house cat, and who was he to deny her that comfort. He'd never been one for physical contact, he'd grown up with a strict Irish father who found more comfort in the bottom of a bottle than with his family, and a Mother who was too scared of her husband to put a foot wrong. Him and his twin brother had managed though, and perhaps it was selfish of him but maybe he was using her need for affection to make up for his inexperience.
He listened to her, smiling softly as her excitement became even more apparent. The light show would be a great thing for her to show her brother, it was always bustling with merry people, and a hive of good music and great food. It was one of the best nights of the year for busking, people in good moods tended to feel more charitable. "I'm sure he'll love it, plus he gets to see all the hard work you have done with the group." As she mentioned her brothers love of music he turned his head away slightly. For someone who seemed like a natural performer he tended to get incredibly embarassed about the idea of preforming infront of people, especially people he knew.
"I'm sure he doesn't really want to hear me play. There are much more exciting things to do." In truth he was a little nervous about meeting Damien, not that he would ever admit to it. However it was clear she adored her brother and cared what he thought about things. "I'm almost certain he will, you've made him sound absoloutely terrifying." He teased taking a sip of his coffee.
"I'm supposed to be doing a set in one of those back alley bars for the light show. I haven't even decided on a track list. This is why I like busking, I just do what I want and if people don't like it who cares? If I do a set people don't like in a bar I'm not going to get paid." He ran a hand through his hair, clearly it had been on his mind for a while. He was regretting taking the offer, someone had approached him as he was packing up from an afternoon busking, the pay was good, much more than he would make on a good day.
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Post by Strawberry Scream on Aug 14, 2017 19:35:02 GMT -5
(You're perfectly fine, no worries! Sorry this is late xP )
"Nonsense," Anaya purred happily, pulling his hand in front of her and posturing his hand in different positions. Blade hands, jazz fingers, and a few others - they were basic contemporary dance hand formations, one of the most important things for each separate aesthetic. "On both accounts. Damien's been playing guitar for ages and he likes seeing others' style too. And anyone with a sense of hearing likes your music." She turned towards him adamantly and made a face, poking his chest lightly. "You'll be more than fine. Besides, I'll be there, so just stare at me the entire time if you need to."
The two spent a long time together in the apartment, on their day off - Anaya 'made' lunch for them too, which was just the Chinese takeout place that they both seemed to admire. She didn't eat much - she never did, but it seemed to be getting worse lately. Eventually, the two had to part ways - and despite spending the whole day together, Anaya was reluctant to go to the airport without Lyle. Part of it was because she would be there alone until Damien showed up - with hundreds of busy people with loud voices, there was little doubt that she would be drowned in anxiety. Still, she put on a brave face as she dropped Lyle off at his apartment after the worst of the snowfall ended to get ready for his gig. She drove a small car, a Maxima, but the chains on the tires seemed to be helping much more than expected as the girl flicked her blinker on, waving cheerfully out the window to him.
An hour and a half later, around nine in the evening, Lyle's cell phone buzzed with a photo message. It was a ridiculous selfie that Anaya took, her eyes wide dramatically and half her face hidden by her red and gold scarf with Gryffindor embroidered into the end. PEOPLE PEOPLE PEOPLE PEOPLE PEOPLE was captioned across the image. Humor was the first reaction the girl gave to fear and anxiety, nervously cracking jokes to make herself feel better. A few minutes later, Anaya sent a picture of a different sort of photo: Damien was taking it this time, his form absolutely towering over Anaya's as he rested an arm on top of her head casually as she crossed her arms over her chest, rolling her vibrant green eyes. He was dressed in military uniform, making him seem only more intimidating. Another picture - clearly, another person took it since Damien was busy lifting his little sister easily off the ground by her arms, squishing her in a massive bear-hug that clearly had her wheezing for air.
They showed up at the Light Show together, with Damiens' hand clamped on her shoulder securely. "Where is the young man, lassy?" He rumbled in an almost impossibly deep voice, his Scottish accent almost impossible to understand. His little sister looked up at him with glimmering eyes full of admiration. "He's supposed to be playing tonight," she bubbled happily in a slightly thicker accent than usual, looking around until she spotted the makeshift stage, making her way towards it. Damien walked by her side protectively, hands clasped behind his straight back - and despite his jeans and coat, it was obvious he was in the military. His posture said enough.
The girl dragged her brother forwards into the front row of seats, brushing off the fine dusting of powdered-sugar snow off the surface before plopping herself down. Her older brother was much more smooth with his movements, sweeping the snow off and settling himself down calmly. He seemed much less intimidating than before with a slight smile with an arm around his sisters tiny shoulders.
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Kurai
I can't answer why... I'm a blackstar...β
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Post by Kurai on Aug 14, 2017 20:33:09 GMT -5
He laughed, but she had done a great deal to calm his nerves. If she liked his music then he couldn't care less what anyone else thought of it. He watched her toy with his hand, he'd never been a dancer, on multiple occasions he had been told he had two left feet. Yet he appreciated the intricacies of what she did, and more than that he loved to watch.
"You know I don't think staring at you would help, but thanks for the offer anyway." He could only imagine the effect staring at her throughout an entire performance would have, almost certain that would make him more nervous than anything else. Their days together never felt like hard work, they could chat away about nothing for hours without really saying much. It tended to be more of her chatting away and him listening, piping in occasionally. He had never been much of a talker, his own brand of anxiety always made him feel that people didn't care much for what he had to say.
They parted ways a few hours later, him with a final wave back to her before retreating in to the hectic sanctuary of his shared accommodation. The inside did not have the careful decorating of Anaya's appartment, in fact it was the complete opposite. Having multiple very different people sharing one apartment created an eclectic mismatch of belongings. Even with the rather random assortment the space maintained a strong bohemian feel, perhaps the result of artists musicians and actors living in such close proximity. The feature wall of the communal living space was a hand painted mural, colour so vibrant that if it was the first thing Lyle saw in the morning he was destined for a headache. Distressed thrift store sofas with their faded or torn upholstery were either patched up with patterned fabrics or condemned to remain under soft throw blankets.
If you were to describe the apartment you would assume it would be dirty, with plates stacked awaiting washing. That was not the case here, each member of the commune was surprisingly clean. A habit that had been beaten in to them by Alice, the artist responsible for the bold mural and a chronic OCD sufferer. She hated dirt, to find even a spec of dust was like her personal hell. He was glad to find the place empty, or at least anyone who was home was holed up in their respective rooms. It allowed him to slip into his own room undisturbed.
In the run up to any performance he had a strict routine, first he cleaned his guitar and tuned it with practiced ease. He played through a few songs, humming softly. He was almost in a trance until his phone disturbed him. A smile instantly broke across his face at the image and her slightly panicked caption. A short while later another photo, the first image of Damien.
He could see why people would find him intimidating, he towered over her and was built like only the army could build people. He chewed his lip, nerves beginning to bubble once again. He wasn't nervous meeting people, he met strangers every day but not strangers related to his best friend, who if they took a dislike to him could make his life a living hell. He ran a hand through his hair, a nervous trait he couldn't seem to break, before hurrying to pack his kit and head out. He was a little early but he always liked to give himself a little extra time to prepare for the unexpected.
There was a lot of seating laid out, multiple performers would be taking to the stage over the course of the night, and he was one of the last on the billing. Even at this late hour people crowded the streets, admiring the lights, eating festive street food and enjoying the music. He'd dressed simply, his best jeans and smart shoes complimented by a casual grey t-shirt and blazer. With his acoustic guitar in hand he cut quite the figure. It didn't take long to set up, all done without even once glancing at the crowd. The announcer introduced him to a half hearted round of applause, people too caught up in their conversation to care about some nobody with a guitar. Until he started playing.
He began with a simple instrumental piece he had been working on for a few weeks. It was soft but the rich sound of the instrument and his occasional tapping on the body created a depth much more than people would think one person could create alone. He looked up as he finished the piece, searching for that one set of eyes amongst a growing crowd.
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Post by Strawberry Scream on Aug 15, 2017 16:57:46 GMT -5
And sure enough, there they were. Bright emerald green eyes peered warmly from the dusting snow, flame hair that snuck from under the fur-lined hood catching flakes. She was seated forwards with one leg crossed other the other. It's how every female dancer sits, she would say anytime someone asked her if she was uncomfortable, it's to show off the layers or folds in their skirt, even when they aren't dancing. She was watching with an almost child-like awe in her expression, an appreciation that only made her friendly nature ever more apparent.
Damien looked fairly impressed too, although years in the military service had almost drained him of normal posturing. He rested his elbows on his knees, watching aptly with dark brown eyes as the music faded from the air. Slowly, he began to clap - the sound startled his sister, who jumped in her seat and gave him an expression of surprise that her brother simply smiled at. His applause triggered a huge round - from the seated audience (now taking every chair except, coincidentally, the one next to Damien) and the surrounding standing audience both.
"That was amazing." "I didn't know just one man could sound so... full, y'know?" "He's so talented. I wonder if he's been contracted?" "Do you think that he's dating anyone?"
Voices were obvious all around Anaya as she stood up with a smile, sticking close to her older brothers side as he towered over everyone in the audience. Already, cash was being dropped into the usual donation bowl - ones, tens, Anaya could have sworn she saw a fifty or two. She was half-tempted to bolt forwards and talk to Lyle from the front of the stage, but her anxiety held her back. She reached out and held onto her brother's arm casually, although anyone who knew her well enough could see the tension in her fine muscles.
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Kurai
I can't answer why... I'm a blackstar...β
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Post by Kurai on Aug 15, 2017 17:21:23 GMT -5
He smiled softly finding her in the front row, a look that brightened his ocean blue eyes even as his hair fell forwards over his face. The moments silence seemed eternal, until a vast wave of applause hit him. Well at least he hadn't flopped entirely. He played a few more, even singing in his deep, velvety voice, something he didn't usually do on stage but reserved for unofficial performances. Perhaps he was trying to impress, but also he was enjoying himself, taking on a different persona as he often did during a performance. He was both glad and disappointed when he stepped down from the stage, instantly looking for his best friend who was usually the first person he saw when finishing a set.
He barely got a chance to look before the event organiser jumped out in front of him, shaking his hand vigorously, gushing with compliments. He was handed a rather larger sum of money than he had expected and with thanks shouldered his guitar and pushed his way through the crowd. He took a deep breath easily spying Damien through the pressing throngs of people, and figuring Anaya wouldn't be far from his side. The post show adrenaline was begining to wear off and nerves begining to fill the void. Finally deciding that delaying this wasn't helping he closed the distance with a smile.
"So how did I do?" He quizzed, inclining his head with a slightly goofy smile. Even from a distance Damien had looked huge, up close he seemed like a giant. He was determined not to seem intimidated and extended a hand for him to shake. "You must be Damien. It's great to finally meet you."
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Post by Strawberry Scream on Aug 15, 2017 18:07:25 GMT -5
Anaya practically danced from foot to foot as Lyle came closer, although she didn't dare leave the protective side of her brother. "Wonderful!" She managed to gush with a thicker accent than normal, vibrant eyes glowing with affection as Damien eyed her friend carefully. After a moment, his intimidating aura seemed to collapse, and he offered a warm smile before shaking the other mans' hand in a friendly manner. "Ya, Damien," he replied with a rolling accent, "and you much be Lyle - musician of the century, artist extraordinaire-"
"Damien!" His sister squeaked, flushed with embarrassment as her brother snickered in amusement. She had practically leaped on him, slamming her hand over his mouth as she blushed brightly. "Shut up!" She said with a nervous laugh, face still flushing as Damien pried her off of his side. To hide further, the girl launched herself at her best friend (although her tiny body was more of a pea shooter than a rocket) and hugged him tightly, giggling with cheerfulness. She was always bright and energetic after one of his performances - she clearly loved his music. Damien chuckled again, shaking his head slightly with fondness. "Is a pleasure to finally meet you," he rumbled, "I've heard quite a bit about your creativity."
"Damien!" Anaya's voice was muffled against Lyles' chest, although it was fairly obvious that she was still blushing quite fiercely. Damien laughed again, his voice raw and deep. "Alright alright, Shorty, I'm done repeating what you ranted to me over the phone multiple times-"
A fluff of snow was kicked up, hitting him directly in the face. He grinned and winked at Lyle, although he held his tongue this time as Anaya felt her insides shrivel up with embarrassment.
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Kurai
I can't answer why... I'm a blackstar...β
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Post by Kurai on Aug 16, 2017 13:16:24 GMT -5
"You know I wouldn't go as far as extraordinaire, she tends to exaggerate. But I'm sure you know all about that." Her embarrassed face made him chuckle, her cheeks flushed almost as bright as her hair. He was kind of pleased that she spoke about him to her brother, he'd never considered she might actually enjoy talking up his talents to other people.
As she jumped at him he wrapped an arm around her gently, adjusting his guitar bag on his shoulder so it sat more comfortably. "You know I didn't think I would be a hot topic in your phone conversations." He teased affectionately, enjoying her embarassment." He let it slide as she kicked up the snow, soft flakes riccochetting off Damiens face, just in case she decided he too was worthy of snowball assault.
"Hope your flight over wasn't too bad." God not he was making small talk, he hated making small talk and brushed his hair back away from his eyes. He looked down to the girl who was still trying to hide her bright red face against his chest, a gentle smile touching his lips. It was clear to anyone with eyes he cared for her a great deal, everything about the way he looked at her just screamed love. "Have you guys got anything planned for the rest of the evening?"
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Post by Strawberry Scream on Aug 17, 2017 7:00:55 GMT -5
Anaya's brother lifted his chin curiously as Lyle looked down at her, his expression absolutely shrieking out his adoration. "The flight was fine," he said dismissively, waving his hand through the air as he glanced at his sister again. Some people blinked when they learned they were siblings - she was so tiny and petite, and he was... well... Goliath. "As for plans, I only have a few days before I need to get back to base so A.J. thought it would be okay to tag along with her where," he gave a shrug, calling Anaya by her first and middle initials.
"You're gonna learn how to waltz."
"I'm not going to dance."
"Yes, you are. My job, you're my shadow. You're dancing."
"You planned this."
"Maybe so."
"Anaya Juniper."
The young lady giggled and hid her face back against Lyles chest, her tiny body shaky with amusement. Damien rolled his eyes, muttering something about God and help. "Do you have plans for tomorrow?" Anaya suddenly asked Lyle, looking up at him with large forest eyes. "Are you working on that landscape again?" She had seen what he had done with the canvas at the house he shared with others artists and musicians. "How far along are you to finishing?"
(I'm sorry this is so short and unimpressive! I'm exhausted and stressed, but I wanted to get you a post)
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Post by Strawberry Scream on Aug 17, 2017 12:15:15 GMT -5
"You know, if you killed someone it might help with your creative block."
Damien shut his eyes, nodding as he sighed dramatically. "Ah yes," he said tiredly, teasingly, "she's still saying that." Anaya giggled again, pressing herself back against Lyle and hiding her face in his coat again. It was something she had always said, since as long as she could remember. When Damien had dabbled in painting (and sucked, and quit), he always complained about having no creativity. So, of course, ten-year-old Anaya Juniper with her love for all things strange, began saying that killing someone would reactivate the creativity. "I have a fifty-ish-year-old man you can stab," she said innocently, and Damien rolled his eyes. "No one is killing our father, A.J." Anaya turned and made a sour face at her brother, and he rolled his eyes in response.
Their father was, at best, not home when they were children. When he was, however, was a whole other story. He wasn't physically abusive to either of them or their mother, but he was definitely mentally and emotionally abusive. He had single-handedly embedded this constant fear in Anaya, making her afraid of every little sound or movement unless she knew what or who caused it. Their father could have done a ton of good in the world if he was a good person at heart - he was a genius, and his knowledge of psychology was encyclopedic. However, Fabien Roberston was not a good person at heart, and it affected Anaya to that day.
"Well, if murder doesn't work, and you're stuck in front of the canvas again, you should come with us." Anaya looked up at Lyle again with glittering green eyes, resting her cheek against his chest as her warmth radiated out. "Pleeeeeaaaaaase?" She drew out in a dramatic stage-whisper, and Damien snorted behind her - he was studying Lyle though, careful blue eyes sharp as he watched Lyle's expression towards his little sister. the thirty-year-old already gathered that the two were madly in love, and it was both sad and amusing that neither of them seemed to realize fully.
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Post by Strawberry Scream on Aug 18, 2017 7:01:17 GMT -5
"Nah lad," Damien snorted and shook his head. "By all means, come with us. You're not intruding at all."
The three spent the night together, admiring bright lights and music. Despite Anaya's words earlier that day, she was inevitably drawn into the dancing in the street - she was immediately swept up into a dramatic cha-cha to upbeat Christmas music, smiling as her partner twisted and turned her expertly. Even in skinny jeans and a winter jacket unbuttoned over a flannel and tank top. she was easily spotted as a natural dancer. Damien watched with Lyle from the side lines, eyes narrowing as Anaya's partner pulled her into a perhaps unnecessarily intimate dip. "I don't like that," he mused out loud to Lyle as the man lead his little sister into a more intimate Rumba to a slowly slower song.
Anaya apparently didn't either - after the song, she pulled away and thanked him for the dance with a friendly smile before flouncing back to Lyle and Damien, an excited glow to her skin as she barreled like a tiny missile into her brother. He didn't even move, easily lifting her up in a bear hug. An expression of worry and shock flashed over his face - he undoubtedly felt how light she was, how skinny she had become. He forced his expression to blank as he set his sister down again, ignoring the swooning looks being sent over to him by multiple women. Like Anaya, he had a strange sort of charm about him - his movements, his body language, were slightly different than average Americans. "You're exhausted," he rumbled to his little sister, reaching out to cup her face gently to examine her tired eyes. She looked over at Lyle and rolled her forest eyes dramatically, and Damien cuffed the side of her head gently. "Rude," he intoned, although he was obviously trying not to smile.
Eventually, they parted ways - Damien went with Anaya to her apartment, crashing on the surprisingly comfortable, squishy futon she had invested a little bit of several paychecks into. If she had a guest, she wanted them to be comfortable.
The next day, the two were up at the crack of dawn - morning people for sure. Damien watched carefully as he drank scalding black tea, noting how Anaya was careful to examine every calorie label and eventually skip breakfast altogether. This piqued his concern - she was always a breakfast girl, even in her childhood. She always loved baked apples, his specialty that he always made her before school. Now, she wasn't eating at all. Come to think of it, I never saw her eat yesterday either.
Still, he didn't mention anything yet as he left the apartment with her, keeping a protective arm around her shoulders as he noticed the horrible place she lived in. No one dared approach them with Goliaths arm over the girl, seeing him shoot daggers with his eyes at whoever even glanced Anaya up and down. She was sleepy, less of an energy bundle than usual, but he knew it was only a matter of time before she was bubbling again. They got into her car and Damien drove to Lyles home, letting Anaya grab him and drag him into the car with a cheery hello to the other roommates(she left them a platter of her homemade cupcakes too, just because she could).
Before long, they were pulling up to the massive dance academy, and Anaya pointed them towards the observatory row of seats before flouncing into the locker room to change into her dance gear. She came out less than a few moments later, wearing less than Damien approved of. His brows furrowed as he noticed how her ribs were beginning to show, the too-lean muscle over her frame. She wore a loose tank top and a pair of short stretch shorts, but it was still so obvious....
Still, she seemed happy as she flounced up to the two and immediately put herself in Lyles lap, snuggling against his chest. Damiens brows shot up at that, although he snorted as she kicked her feet onto his lap with a s***-eating grin. She wore a pair of turners on her feet - helping her to spin easily on the click floor without slipping. "I have two classes," she bubbled happily, "then you get to drag me wherever you two want."
"Whenever we want, you say?"
"We're not going to a bar, Damien. I'm nineteen. Nineteen."
"And?"
"We're in America."
"...And?"
"Really, Damien... I have to be twenty one here to even enter a bar."
"...What?"
"I've told you like a hundred time," she giggled, hugging Lyle around the waist and looking up at him with adoring eyes as she rested her cheek on his shoulder. "My brother is crazy."
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Kurai
I can't answer why... I'm a blackstar...β
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Post by Kurai on Aug 18, 2017 15:38:38 GMT -5
Even with the cold Lyle had a fantastic evening. The music and the lights and brilliant company. He had already come to appreciate Damien's sense of humor and loved watching how the two interacted, undeniably siblings. It was always apparent she would gravitate to the dancers, she always did no matter the event and it was always an honour to watch her. It was quite clear from the look on his face that he didn't much approve of her dance partner, watching his hands carefully to ensure they didn't slip any lower. Damien echoed his concern and he inclined his head in a silent nod. He was glad when the song finished and she made her way back over to them, his jealous look returning to happiness once more.
Tiredness was beginning to sneak up on him and on Anaya too, he was glad when Damien mentioned it and prepared to escort her home. He bid them goodnight and headed off home, a bright smile unfading from his face. His housemates were all slumped on the sofas in the lounge, a half abandoned game of cards on the coffee table. He didn't much feel like socialising but spent a short while telling them how his performance had gone, before retiring to the sanctuary of his room. For once it didn't take him long to fall asleep, dozing until the early hours of the morning.
After a cup of strong black coffee and a shower he packed his sketchbook and pencils, in the kitchen Alice was completing her morning cleaning routine, her hair pinned back with a bright bandana keeping her fringe from her face. The flat had a mixed scent of incense, clean laundry and bleach and was filled with some 'sounds of the ocean' cd and the frantic cleaning as Alice worked on the oven. He was sat at the counter when Anaya flounced in to the room, grabbing hold of him and dragging him out, barely giving him a chance to grab his bag before they headed outside to join Damien.
The dance academy was impressive, one of those places he always found inspiration to draw, plus he got to watch his best friend do what she loved. He took a seat in the observatory seating looking out at the dance floor as people warmed up, he was lost in thought when she suddenly threw herself in to his lap. "Jeez girl." He laughed wrapping an arm loosely around her waist, feeling the dainty bones beneath a thin layer of skin. There was nothing of her, it was like watching someone melt away before his eyes and it broke his heart. Perhaps he would mention something to Damien later when he got him alone.
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Post by Strawberry Scream on Aug 21, 2017 8:27:00 GMT -5
(I HAVE TO WAIT UNTIL OCTOBER FOR SEASON FIVE OF RWBY ARE YOU SERIOUS THAT'S FOREVER AWAY)
Anaya turned and poked Lyles chest playfully. "Fight me," she said, one of her go-to phrases, before leaning against him again. Damien snorted in amusement, unceremoniously shoving her feet off of his lap. Snickering, Anaya just crossed one leg over the other and looked up at Lyle. "Damien hates feet," she said smugly, poking at her brother again with her toes. He hissed in displeasure, scootching onto the next seat to his sister couldn't reach him. "Cheater," she mumbled, sticking her tongue out at her brother. "I prefer the term innovative," Damien replied smugly, snickering at his sisters' fiesty glare.
"Anaya, we're ready," called a man from the dance floor, and the young woman looked over to see her partner come from the men's dressing room. "'Kay," she chirped, kissing Lyles cheek before sliding off his lap and flouncing onto the wooden dance floor. Her partner, Jacob, nodded at her in a friendly manner before turning towards the other dancers, their students. "Ladies and gentlemen," he began, motioning Anaya over to him, "my name is Jacob Lawrensen and this is Anaya Juniper."
As he spoke, Anaya crossed behind him and tapped along the CDs in the shelf, settling her weight in her hip as she slipped one into the player. "The first thing we'll be teaching you is the beginning steps for Cha Cha, a branch of Latin dance that..." he rattled on for a few moments about the dance as Anaya pressed play, letting the song Buttons play over the speakers. "Ladies," she called, "come on over here, the steps for the female and male parts are too intricate to be taught together."
As Anaya and Jacob split into their different groups, Damien leaned back in the seat and observed his sister carefully. "So," he rumbled, glancing over at Lyle, "how long have you loved her?" He crossed his arms in his laps, looking back at his sister as she demonstrated the steps. His brows furrowed, seeing how little of there she was. "It's pretty obvious," he noted, "and I'm not sure how she hasn't realized it yet."
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Kurai
I can't answer why... I'm a blackstar...β
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Post by Kurai on Aug 21, 2017 13:00:36 GMT -5
He chuckled as he watched them tease each other, wondering what he and his own brother would be like if they got on as well as these two did. Not to say they didn't get along, being twins they were very close, but they didn't have the carefree kind of relationship his best friend and her brother had.
She jumped up with bright enthusiasm, pressing a light kiss on his cheek before darting off to begin her class. He couldn't think of many things that held his attention quite as well as watching her dance, this time however he was aware that he wasn't alone. As though on cue Damien's voice broke through with a question he had been anticipating and dreading. There was little point in denying it, he knew it was obvious. The amount of times people asked them how long they had been dating, his housemates asking him at every opportunity whether he had asked her out yet. It seemed like the only person who hadn't noticed was Anaya herself.
"Longer than I care to admit." He said honestly. He couldn't remember the exact moment he had realised that what he felt for her was love but from the moment they met he knew there was something different about her. He ran a hand through his hair and gave a small sigh, a mixture of relief and exasperation. "She's already going through so much and I don't want to say anything just in case she doesn't feel the same. I'm worried about her, she doesn't need any more pressure."
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