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"...That was a quick departure. PErhaps we're both a tad bit overbearing to outsiders, eh?"
<Lyneth had since turned her head from the two males as LeNoir escaped and laid her hands upon a dozen, at the least, novel-sized works. Silence
had treaded noisily through the library rows and remained ever present even after she'd spoken.>
" You'd like my cousin. Too bad, though. I found you quite likable myself."
Lyneth McKinloch
EXAUROR
Taking it slow
Saving up, she-
Before she knows it, all I ask before she goes home
She's tired of crying,
And sick of his lies
She's suffered him for far too many years of her life.
Feeling lone and
Scared that he'll say,
Do you know how
Over time, you drove her away?
I'm savin' up for
The day when she goes
The day that she stands up
For everything that she chose. |
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Isn't your cousin the half naked Indian? I don't know. From the way students talk, he has a hard time identifying with or tolerating people their age
- immature, noisy, unwilling to listen. It's annoying, but..
<While Lyneth laid her dainty little Ministry-Escapee hands on his things, Aidan was digging his nails into Muggle Literature spines, glaring
sideways at their covers, and throwing them backwards. It wasn't that he was using any of this as an organizational tool or even looking for anything,
but standing there with his arms crossed, simply staring at her, it made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up from how awkward it
sounded. Lyn wasn't the kind of person Aidan liked to make eye contact with for more than a few seconds, it was as simple as that - no ridiculous
interest, no obnoxious side-thoughts, no intimidation. Some people just had quirks, alright? This was Aidan's, and so what if it only extended to a
handful of people?>
..But part of the job, I think. I like that kid, though. He seems very nice.
Aidan Serrano; Mr. Boneyard
"Ay amor me duele tanto,
Me duele tanto!
Que te fueras sin decir a donde,
Ay amor, fue una tortura perderte.
Yo se que no he sido un santo,
Pero lo puedo arreglar amor.
No solo de pan vive el hombre
Y no de excusas vivo yo.
Solo de errores se aprende
Y hoy se que tuyo es mi corazón.
Mejor te guardas todo eso
A otro perro con ese hueso
Y nos decimos adiós!"
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Lyneth McKinloch
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<How was it that she always found herself skimming the old relics of the library; too long had it been since she'd last strode through the musty,
plagued aisles of knowledge and fantasy intermingling. The Scottish woman tucked long black locks behind her ears with her head craned towards the
middle most shelf, pretending to not be searching more for the Librarian than a good read.>
Lyneth McKinloch
EXAUROR
Taking it slow
Saving up, she-
Before she knows it, all I ask before she goes home
She's tired of crying,
And sick of his lies
She's suffered him for far too many years of her life.
Feeling lone and
Scared that he'll say,
Do you know how
Over time, you drove her away?
I'm savin' up for
The day when she goes
The day that she stands up
For everything that she chose. |
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<How was it? Probably the same way that Aidan usually managed to keep a tab on whoever was in the Library whenever, and that trait was
especially obvious when it was the little elf-looking girl he'd had one or two brushes with in the past. If memory served, she'd been the
first one after Theophile to go walking with him around the Boneyard some obscenely early morning hour for a crappy tour. It wasn't too much to see
once the sun rose. People walked around, kids with eyeliner kicked rocks and rattled sloppy come-ons off to hookers, and he relaxed inside a stuffy
apartment with a cold beer chilling his thigh, always watching between the blinds. There weren't too many that got rough with the girls - just
tourists.>
<Evening, though, that was a different story. That was when everyone and their sordid mother decided to carry out whatever unpleasant revenge story
they had on their victim of choice. If Aidan didn't get to it fast enough to kick them across city lines, the dirt itself usually needed some kicking
- he'd found shin bones, blood spatters, bits of brain and teeth. For a slum, he wanted his place clean. Not family-friendly, but acceptable enough
for the small properties he liked to rent out.>
<So it was bizarre, then, to see one of those night-time girls - one that probably had her own kleenex-worthy sob-story from back when she was in
nappies - wandering around a library. It wasn't that Aidan doubted her..enjoyment..of fine literature, it just felt out of place. Like a wall sconce
in a modern house, something like that.>
You.
<What a nice greeting. Cue the backup and throat-clearing.>
If I remember right, I owe you an apology from last time. <Absently, Aidan ran his fingers along a couple of book-spines.> I was rude. Not that
it's an excuse, but I was..a little irritated that day. I'm sorry.
Aidan Serrano; Mr. Boneyard
"Ay amor me duele tanto,
Me duele tanto!
Que te fueras sin decir a donde,
Ay amor, fue una tortura perderte.
Yo se que no he sido un santo,
Pero lo puedo arreglar amor.
No solo de pan vive el hombre
Y no de excusas vivo yo.
Solo de errores se aprende
Y hoy se que tuyo es mi corazón.
Mejor te guardas todo eso
A otro perro con ese hueso
Y nos decimos adiós!"
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Lyneth McKinloch
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| posted on 5-15-2010 at 01:22 AM |
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< If there was anything to be good at in the world, as of late, it'd be the ability to keep your emphatic or commentary expressions sealed from
view. Lyneth was simply too stubborn to ever admit in the future that whenever the sultry librarian arrived, the corners of her placid lips
wavered in mild satisfaction.>
< With only shallow beams of opalescent moonlight, her gaze lingered along those old-timey spines before bothering to outwardly acknowledge Aidan.
The Boneyard was far less accommodating than this location, and it seemed more likely that she(and perhaps searching for the company of a quiet,
emotionally-dead male) would be disturbed less often.>
"I can't recall..I couldn't even tell you how I ended up leaving, so.. Nothing to apologize for."
< Where did she start? Then again, where did they usually start these long-winded night? >
"I don't suppose you'll ever not be here, huh?"
Lyneth McKinloch
EXAUROR
Taking it slow
Saving up, she-
Before she knows it, all I ask before she goes home
She's tired of crying,
And sick of his lies
She's suffered him for far too many years of her life.
Feeling lone and
Scared that he'll say,
Do you know how
Over time, you drove her away?
I'm savin' up for
The day when she goes
The day that she stands up
For everything that she chose. |
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| posted on 5-15-2010 at 01:38 AM |
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<'Sultry'. God forbid Aidan ever knew anybody called him sultry. Since he used a muggle computer for checking in and out, he'd created a dating
profile for fun. Under his very own personal About Me was a bunch of adjectives, usually things like spindly, morbid, pale, Portugese, into fine
dinning..certainly not Pimp. It didn't matter, nobody replied and he chalked it up to some extra-cirricular Muggle Studes work. Inside, Aidan was
slightly embarrassed at being so blunt about himself, and that redoubled with the fact that nobody reading really enjoyed his bluntness. Or the fact
that he'd used a pixellated smiley face for a profile photo. Dating was so shallow.>
<'Emotionally dead', on the other hand, that would have only resulted in a confused, hurt look.>
You don't know how you left?
<That didn't make sense. Was she frequently kidnapped and roofied? After seeing so many young ladies kidnapped and roofied, did it make any more
sense that the thought of anyone manhandling her upset him? How awkward.>
No, well -- I have two jobs. I like this one more. Why wouldn't you know how you left?
Aidan Serrano; Mr. Boneyard
"Ay amor me duele tanto,
Me duele tanto!
Que te fueras sin decir a donde,
Ay amor, fue una tortura perderte.
Yo se que no he sido un santo,
Pero lo puedo arreglar amor.
No solo de pan vive el hombre
Y no de excusas vivo yo.
Solo de errores se aprende
Y hoy se que tuyo es mi corazón.
Mejor te guardas todo eso
A otro perro con ese hueso
Y nos decimos adiós!"
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Lyneth McKinloch
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| posted on 5-15-2010 at 01:50 AM |
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".. It's.. What?"
< Cracking her own perplexed grin, the question startled her as much as the fact that she hadn't remembered the next few days. A time lapse had
brought her back to an old cottage in the outlands of Scotland territory. The familiar terrain of her childhood had been an odd road to begin again
>
"I.. just don't. It's been a while; or perhaps you are under the impression that you play some sort of impact on my life."
< If only she knew he was a pimp on the side.. Wasn't it just shocking, the types of people that the educational system is willing to put around
your kids, just to fill an empty spot. Jade green silk was now having its hem quashed under the unsubtle flat of Lyneth's hand, catching a few threads
against the thick teal bracelets that always sat tight on her thin wrists. >
"I have that affect on men, it's okay."
Lyneth McKinloch
EXAUROR
Taking it slow
Saving up, she-
Before she knows it, all I ask before she goes home
She's tired of crying,
And sick of his lies
She's suffered him for far too many years of her life.
Feeling lone and
Scared that he'll say,
Do you know how
Over time, you drove her away?
I'm savin' up for
The day when she goes
The day that she stands up
For everything that she chose. |
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Aidan Serrano
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What? No, hang on - I meant..
<The number of times Aidan had ever rolled his eyes could be counted on two hands, with fingers left over. Four fingers. Four glaring,
this-is-so-not-me fingers. He wasn't really the kind of person that fidgeted under pressure, but there was a twitch here or there if anyone happened
to be paying particular attention, maybe one or two hand spasms or a sudden folding and re-folding of the arms. It wasn't the kind of little full-body
stir that set off the irritation alarms, but there was enough surprise all over that over-worked face of his to give a vague idea of what he was
thinking.>
I've known girls that have been memory charmed and taken out of the city..or the country..to wherever.
<Wait, had she been flirting? Aidan raised an eyebrow, scruitinizing this..this..girl. If anyone would call her that, with the mouth she
was carrying.>
Serial killers too. I read one of these, once, <To his left just so happened to be a biography on one such wizarding murderer who reported memory
lapses and used those to plea insanity to the Ministry. It went flying in a nice, dainty, underhanded pitch towards Lyneth.> where the guy was
found guilty of killing a whole bunch of people, and couldn't remember anything. But thinking I was hitting on you is a good way of totally keeping
the conversation under control.
<Instead of leaning, he straightened himself up. Nobody would say he had a reputation for teasing girls, but she had this habit of making people
flounder for replies. Measures had to be taken and .. ugh.>
So. Serial killer or naive clubber who occasionally has too much to drink and winds up in the company of strange men? Your pick.
Aidan Serrano; Mr. Boneyard
"Ay amor me duele tanto,
Me duele tanto!
Que te fueras sin decir a donde,
Ay amor, fue una tortura perderte.
Yo se que no he sido un santo,
Pero lo puedo arreglar amor.
No solo de pan vive el hombre
Y no de excusas vivo yo.
Solo de errores se aprende
Y hoy se que tuyo es mi corazón.
Mejor te guardas todo eso
A otro perro con ese hueso
Y nos decimos adiós!"
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Lyneth McKinloch
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| posted on 5-15-2010 at 02:13 AM |
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< These two were excellent fishermen when it came to conversations with one another. Taking in a few seconds to grin, huff, and then to huff again
while her eyes remained along the contours of his face. How does a person respond to either of those choices? Several thoughts whizzed through her
constant thought just then as she took to reply,>
"I don't party all that much, so I suppose that leaves me with serial killer."
< He doesn't know shit, wait.. that sounds mean.. I mean, he doesn't know about anything that has been going on.. These two oddbirds, and
their equally odd encounters, always seemed to end up with some kind of festering interest.>
"But, if to make things a little more relaxed, I wouldn't kill a guy with such gorgeous eyes. Rape, maybe. You get off lucky."
<Another pause.>
"Looks like flirting might not keep very much in control, huh?"
Lyneth McKinloch
EXAUROR
Taking it slow
Saving up, she-
Before she knows it, all I ask before she goes home
She's tired of crying,
And sick of his lies
She's suffered him for far too many years of her life.
Feeling lone and
Scared that he'll say,
Do you know how
Over time, you drove her away?
I'm savin' up for
The day when she goes
The day that she stands up
For everything that she chose. |
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You had to think about it. But I'm not serial killer victim material. I have a low profile. I mind my business and manage my work very professionally
.. I don't think you have any reason to kill me, unless you took something you claim you can't remember very seriously. About that -
<There were no books on flirting to throw at her. She'd mentioned it. Twice. Men had hormones, ones that were a lot less tamped down than women as
far as he understood, so Aidan couldn't help a quick, mental flash of someone's mouth and teeth grazing the soft underside of a woman's breast. Age
twelve was when young and growing gentlemen really had to worry about something so risque coming up as a topic of conversation - or in more unlucky
cases, and none he'd admit to experiencing, a classroom of kids laughing at something pre-teen boys really couldn't help. Instead, he just blinked and
picked a wayward book off the floor.>
<Not that it was awful, that thought.>
I kind of value being polite to..women. <In only the way someone selling them could! Aidan always got the pretty ones, he had a reputation for
being nice and protecting them.> I wouldn't have to think you're pretty or want to..flirt with you to remember that. So, you may as well just take
the apology.
Do you need somewhere to sleep?
Aidan Serrano; Mr. Boneyard
"Ay amor me duele tanto,
Me duele tanto!
Que te fueras sin decir a donde,
Ay amor, fue una tortura perderte.
Yo se que no he sido un santo,
Pero lo puedo arreglar amor.
No solo de pan vive el hombre
Y no de excusas vivo yo.
Solo de errores se aprende
Y hoy se que tuyo es mi corazón.
Mejor te guardas todo eso
A otro perro con ese hueso
Y nos decimos adiós!"
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Lyneth McKinloch
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< Breasts heaved in exasperation at his reply. No, Aidan couldn't be fun all the time, which is why the next bouts of conversation would go
quickly. Without him even being able to apprehend the question mark at the end of his sentence, Lyneth raised that tone half a note, >
"Why? I was under the impression that you didn't sleep, I'd be surprised if you had a place to offer. But.. then again.."
<This was where being a stand up type of woman came in handy. Stitched eyebrows settled back to give a complacent look while her tongue traced
faintly at her top lip.>
"I shouldn't assume you were offering a place for a serial killer, and.. or rapist."
<As much as Aidan had read over years of being in this particular location, the idea of him not being serial killer victim-material was just about
ridiculous( assuming it was a humorous attempt to undue any intentions of killing him). What if she picked her prey from being gothy? Or Portuguese?
That wasn't the case, of course, which made him lucky that she was now just getting off of milking the serial killer scenario. >
Lyneth McKinloch
EXAUROR
Taking it slow
Saving up, she-
Before she knows it, all I ask before she goes home
She's tired of crying,
And sick of his lies
She's suffered him for far too many years of her life.
Feeling lone and
Scared that he'll say,
Do you know how
Over time, you drove her away?
I'm savin' up for
The day when she goes
The day that she stands up
For everything that she chose. |
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I do. When I sleep here.
<Breasts were part of the everyday job - breasts being half-choked in PVC tube tops, breasts covered in mesh, bare ones, if he had to escort a
client out; his job was sort of like a gynecologist's only in the sense that he'd seen women in so many different ways and so many different varieties
that, while their novelty didn't wear off, there wasn't a whole lot of nervous fumbling around bras or instant hardons once a pair of them popped out
of the shirt they were in. After one long relationship, Aidan kept his..urges restricted to the occasional employee and got off in them whenever he
started thinking about Theophile. Shine and his big floor-rape surprise turned him off of boys for a while.>
<So, it was safe to say that ladies had to be subtle. Creative. Take the unintentional breath from a big-chested girl he just so happened to be
having a read-between-the-lines conversation with, and Aidan stuffed both hands into his pockets to start wandering around.>
There's a room in the back with a bed and a few bookshelves of my own. Stuff I brought over from home. If you need to sleep in there, I don't mind
taking the floor - I'm off tomorrow anyway.
<But he still caught her licking her lips and started scratching the nape of his neck, shaking his head. Stupid as fuck. Funny how Lyneth said the
word rapist so colorlessly, too. Either she had been at some point, maybe during whichever nights her memory lapses took up, or she was
completely ignorant.>
Aidan Serrano; Mr. Boneyard
"Ay amor me duele tanto,
Me duele tanto!
Que te fueras sin decir a donde,
Ay amor, fue una tortura perderte.
Yo se que no he sido un santo,
Pero lo puedo arreglar amor.
No solo de pan vive el hombre
Y no de excusas vivo yo.
Solo de errores se aprende
Y hoy se que tuyo es mi corazón.
Mejor te guardas todo eso
A otro perro con ese hueso
Y nos decimos adiós!"
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Lyneth McKinloch
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< Perhaps it was the chase that was the most enjoyable.. Afterall, it was what kept her so enamored with her current idea of a job. Life had
already taken the taboo out of such ideas of sex with unwilling partners, of carmine splatters caking the walls, the streets, or any imagined surface
possible. It wasn't that she intended to sound callous or gauche on the act, only that she could actually be having an internal conflict with whether
or not Aidan would be willing.>
< Carnal instincts had come along with new-found territory, escorting her further into the games propelling the kill. Too often had she almost
forgotten the entire concept of duty, just to prefer pleasure and get along with the day. >
"I wouldn't have you take up the floor, Aidan. If your bed is too small, I'll just take the top."
< Blood rushed to her thin, elegant face. Even with them spouting from her own orifice, Lyneth could feel an almost painful, warning beat in her
chest as she took to wandering with him. His reaction would be further provoked even if she felt embarrassed.>
Lyneth McKinloch
EXAUROR
Taking it slow
Saving up, she-
Before she knows it, all I ask before she goes home
She's tired of crying,
And sick of his lies
She's suffered him for far too many years of her life.
Feeling lone and
Scared that he'll say,
Do you know how
Over time, you drove her away?
I'm savin' up for
The day when she goes
The day that she stands up
For everything that she chose. |
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<The top. Aidan sucked his teeth and glanced up at her, running through a whole holy hell of lists in his head. It didn't come up with too many
responses - something vague about being ladylike, something about putting her out, something about taking advantage of someone whose legal status he
wasn't even sure about, something about women having softer, warmer bodies and a pair of smooth thighs straddled around his hips and -- shit, no,
scratch that one too. He was allowed to smoke in here after hours, a privilege he took full advantage with one of the half-assed, rolled things stuck
in an old mint tin on top of his desk. Aidan reached in and picked one out carefully, pinching it, examining it, and finally, lighting it.>
How old are you?
<That was a start. Better than asking for her whole life story and pulling his sheets up.>
Don't lie, please.
Aidan Serrano; Mr. Boneyard
"Ay amor me duele tanto,
Me duele tanto!
Que te fueras sin decir a donde,
Ay amor, fue una tortura perderte.
Yo se que no he sido un santo,
Pero lo puedo arreglar amor.
No solo de pan vive el hombre
Y no de excusas vivo yo.
Solo de errores se aprende
Y hoy se que tuyo es mi corazón.
Mejor te guardas todo eso
A otro perro con ese hueso
Y nos decimos adiós!"
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Lyneth McKinloch
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< A question never thought she would be asked.. Watching carefully now as he took to a nicotine craving. It was just another sign, she'd learned,
that meant a man was on the edge of two separate sides. >
"Legal. Probably older than you... If you are going to light one, I'm going to take some equality.."
< Cigarettes had been mashed into the back pocket of her jeans, covered by the green fabric of her shirt. Lyneth hadn't even thought of smoking in
days, hadn't been around smokers. It was only natural that a craving would be set off. Plucking the single and placing it in her lips, the limp smoke
dangled beneath peering eyes. >
"I was too old to be at this school the first time we collided.."
<Index and thumb snapped together to produce a stream of blue flame, followed by a swirl of choking fumes. Trying to blow it to the side the best
she could, the sorceress enclosed their distance. The deep sea color of her eyes would disappear when she'd felt the end of her nose brush his, then
snap back with a trademark huff.>
"You're worried about my age of all things?"
Lyneth McKinloch
EXAUROR
Taking it slow
Saving up, she-
Before she knows it, all I ask before she goes home
She's tired of crying,
And sick of his lies
She's suffered him for far too many years of her life.
Feeling lone and
Scared that he'll say,
Do you know how
Over time, you drove her away?
I'm savin' up for
The day when she goes
The day that she stands up
For everything that she chose. |
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<A couple of ashes drifted down onto the open end of a book Aidan didn't particularly like.>
I doubt it. <Looking at her, he really did. There was something old about the way she managed to make herself move and speak, maybe, but a lot of
the younger crowd in the country were learning those kinds of things on a daily basis. A fifteen year old boy, for instance, who liked to videotape
things in the bathroom and claimed to be the prize of a large Japanese prostitution ring. Behavior had nothing to do with age.> You can
have one of those, but, you're all prepared. Apparently.
<Lyneth's ability to handle smoke, for instance, and command a whole room with a one person audience. There wasn't a lot of air in his lungs to
begin with by the time she got to him - just a trail of shallow, thin breath more jolly rancher than cigarette. Aidan didn't move, instead held his
cigarette off to the side and lowered his eyes to her mouth. Pretty. Young, but pretty, and thoroughly missed by the time it was gone. He
stood up straight and sucked on his cigarette again, paying a little more attention.>
I'm not a pedophile. Other teachers here might fuck the students, but that doesn't do it for me. Kids are better off being kids. I don't rape, snort
or shoot drugs, drug women, hit women, or beat children either.
And I try to..be careful with strange, young looking women who wander around my libraries without a motive. We talked about that, though. I wont be
rude about it again.
Aidan Serrano; Mr. Boneyard
"Ay amor me duele tanto,
Me duele tanto!
Que te fueras sin decir a donde,
Ay amor, fue una tortura perderte.
Yo se que no he sido un santo,
Pero lo puedo arreglar amor.
No solo de pan vive el hombre
Y no de excusas vivo yo.
Solo de errores se aprende
Y hoy se que tuyo es mi corazón.
Mejor te guardas todo eso
A otro perro con ese hueso
Y nos decimos adiós!"
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< Remembering how she'd once spoken to Chance Lafayette about her ex-husband, the day she'd met her to-be mate had been one quite like this. He had
been rather vehement in explaining that he wasn't into crazy fornication, was all about minding his own business, was setting the guidelines for his
future wedded wife. What was it about her that made men so worried she was going to try and amplify an intimate situation into just another awkward
experience that no one will want mentioned ever again? >
"Congratulations, you are far from a pig than any other man I've met. I'm twenty-seven."
< Taking another drag, the ember followed up the shaft being held laxly in her mouth. Hands raised with elbows bent just enough to give him a
shrug, taking another moment to erase any personal space either had just regained. >
"I told you, a few years back, I was suppose to be a transfer student. And I'm not going to ask you to hit me, though I would like you to get
a bit rough."
Lyneth McKinloch
EXAUROR
Taking it slow
Saving up, she-
Before she knows it, all I ask before she goes home
She's tired of crying,
And sick of his lies
She's suffered him for far too many years of her life.
Feeling lone and
Scared that he'll say,
Do you know how
Over time, you drove her away?
I'm savin' up for
The day when she goes
The day that she stands up
For everything that she chose. |
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Aidan Serrano
Ruminations on Ferocity
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Is this how you get your way?
<Such aggression wasn't a big force in Aidan's life and it never had been, outside of Terry. Terry's corpse was years old, though, already rotted
and bloated in some cemetery, fertilizing flowers and feeding bugs, leaving Aidan long without any training when it came to manipulation or women -
neither of which he'd ever really gotten a good education on. Women were so impossible sometimes, and he didn't understand them. They thought
differently than men did and usually kept whatever they wanted out of a situation concealed until they'd actually gotten it, and most of the time,
once they had, they were finished. Aidan blew smoke and looked her up and down through the haze. Pretty, but not so pretty that she could monopolize
anything on looks alone. The reason beautiful women tended to come off a little stupid was because they'd never needed to find a way around
things..and everyone was always saying how those were the scariest, the most drop-dead gorgeous ones, but Aidan knew differently. Plain girls were
like walking grenades by the time they got a few years into puberty. They'd had to fend for themselves.>
You..offer a lot. Imply it. And then if there's hesitation, you start drawing it back like the other person is some kind of..kitten on a string?
You're attractive. I'm sure it always keeps you warm at night. It's smart, I'm not insulting you -- you just don't look like a twenty seven year old.
Maybe you got lucky, genes-wise.
<The thing was, after he'd gone and tried to figure out what was even happening, it didn't leave much room for what to do. Aidan cursed in
Portugese and rubbed his forehead.>
You're allowed the room here. I will sleep in the room with you, on the floor, and you will take the bed. <Or in short, you will not control
this situation because this library belongs to me.> Take it or leave it.
<Naturally, Aidan and his dick were leaning more towards the Take It side of things.>
Aidan Serrano; Mr. Boneyard
"Ay amor me duele tanto,
Me duele tanto!
Que te fueras sin decir a donde,
Ay amor, fue una tortura perderte.
Yo se que no he sido un santo,
Pero lo puedo arreglar amor.
No solo de pan vive el hombre
Y no de excusas vivo yo.
Solo de errores se aprende
Y hoy se que tuyo es mi corazón.
Mejor te guardas todo eso
A otro perro con ese hueso
Y nos decimos adiós!"
sono_katii
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Lyneth McKinloch
Bruised Knees
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< Time paused with a long drawn breath, much like a foretelling sigh. The type of audible exhaustion that often lay as a prequel to re-explanation,
for the fiftieth time. With her thin jaw working side to side, as though she might be deep in thought, Lyneth kept that jade stare along his face.
Truth was, light-handed joking would only get you so far in the world; it wasn't about being mysteriously cute, or even dark and risque. For
this particular magician, it was the careful amount of time, stamina, thought, willpower that had given her the upper hand. Dark black hair and vivid
emerald irises had always helped to open up the gates, though.>
"... I honestly am going to have a hard time responding the the majority of that, Aidan. I will take it."
<Bemusement was all that could be left on such a pristine face, the edges of those lips tightening in restraint. A hand rose to that long neck,
nails raking at the nape and then releasing to motion ahead of the pair.>
"White king to `D` one."
<Which would be the original resting place of the white king on a chess board.>
Lyneth McKinloch
EXAUROR
Taking it slow
Saving up, she-
Before she knows it, all I ask before she goes home
She's tired of crying,
And sick of his lies
She's suffered him for far too many years of her life.
Feeling lone and
Scared that he'll say,
Do you know how
Over time, you drove her away?
I'm savin' up for
The day when she goes
The day that she stands up
For everything that she chose. |
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Aidan Serrano
Ruminations on Ferocity
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Then it was probably a good idea that you didn't.
<Because honestly, the more Lyneth spun tricks with her words and her body language, the more she backed him into a corner that his morals would
only let him out of once he made her leave. Whatever devil Aidan had on his shoulder was so preoccupied peddling hookers and the occasional baggie of
crack-cocaine that it couldn't pay attention to something as petty and non-lucrative as a lady, especially not when ladies had the power to do such
damage to more important things like careers and housing. As much as he personally disapproved and struggled with himself, - usually restricted to
night time with a rosary and a dimly lit bedroom - Aidan enjoyed his modest wealth and the power he held over an entire housing development. It was
like a sense of entitlement without the shitty attitude all wrapped up nice with a bow. Sleepily, - or faux sleepily, pick your poison - the librarian
came back into his physical body and blinked at Lyneth, jerking his head towards a small rounded doorframe with a slat of yellowish light pouring from
inside.>
Oh please, please do not insult chess that way.
<Leading, Aidan pressed a hand to the door itself and opened it wider, revealing a nondescript white bedroom with a gray and white bed, a cat, end
tables and candles, and a ton of private little bookshelves neatly lining the walls. The furniture was handmade, of course.>
What women and men do between each other - the social aspect, not the physical - is nothing like chess. It is a petty game of manipulation and
blackmail that usually ends in something that could have been accomplished with a hand and a little privacy. It is not chess. I do, however, have a
chess set. Since you clearly do not understand the game.
<Was that a little smile? Aw, just to soften the blow.>
Aidan Serrano; Mr. Boneyard
"Ay amor me duele tanto,
Me duele tanto!
Que te fueras sin decir a donde,
Ay amor, fue una tortura perderte.
Yo se que no he sido un santo,
Pero lo puedo arreglar amor.
No solo de pan vive el hombre
Y no de excusas vivo yo.
Solo de errores se aprende
Y hoy se que tuyo es mi corazón.
Mejor te guardas todo eso
A otro perro con ese hueso
Y nos decimos adiós!"
sono_katii
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Lyneth McKinloch
Bruised Knees
Posts: 125
Registered: 5-10-2006
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Mood: uncomfortably turned on
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<... Lyneth stared, abashed by Aidan's response. Even the wittiest wizard out there may have had trouble finding a response to such cold,
calculative lashes.>
Alright.. I suppose you can teach me, then..
<Stepping within the vacant bedroom, eyes bothered little with wandering. There was nothing spectacular about the location, and it wouldn't be a
stretch to find a thick layer of dust somewhere within it. Some how, Lyneth figured he was more of a neat-freak than anything else.>
Lyneth McKinloch
EXAUROR
Taking it slow
Saving up, she-
Before she knows it, all I ask before she goes home
She's tired of crying,
And sick of his lies
She's suffered him for far too many years of her life.
Feeling lone and
Scared that he'll say,
Do you know how
Over time, you drove her away?
I'm savin' up for
The day when she goes
The day that she stands up
For everything that she chose. |
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Aidan Serrano
Ruminations on Ferocity
Posts: 1154
Registered: 5-1-2004
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Well,
<As much as Aidan didn't seem like the kind of person casual enough to do it, he crawled onto his bed and tucked both of his long legs close to his
body indian style. With his left hand, he motioned that Lyneth was more than welcome to do the same. It was a cozy space, absolutely lived in and
absolutely personal, regardless of the clean lines and almost generic decor.>
Men and women get messy with each other. They're deceitful. They cheat. They lie. There is none of that in chess - your opponent is fully informed of
everything you're doing, and the responsibility is only on them to understand where you're going, not where you're coming from. If I move my knight
out, you can see it. If a man takes a mistress and doesn't tell her, her only methods of finding that information are painful ones. There's
less..underhandedness in chess than there is between the sexes.
Have you ever played chess?
Aidan Serrano; Mr. Boneyard
"Ay amor me duele tanto,
Me duele tanto!
Que te fueras sin decir a donde,
Ay amor, fue una tortura perderte.
Yo se que no he sido un santo,
Pero lo puedo arreglar amor.
No solo de pan vive el hombre
Y no de excusas vivo yo.
Solo de errores se aprende
Y hoy se que tuyo es mi corazón.
Mejor te guardas todo eso
A otro perro con ese hueso
Y nos decimos adiós!"
sono_katii
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