† Apollo † Oddball † Q-Tip †
† Male † Pure-blood Vampire & Day-walker † Elder †
Age : Unknown
Appears: mid to late-20s
Birthday: August 18th
Zodiac: Leo
Birthplace: Scandinavia Region
Occupation: Business Owner, Kingpin
EVERY STORY HAS A BEGINNING...
We all have our beginnings. His happens to start in a home located in the middle of nowhere. That's the way he has always thought of it. Somewhere in the mountains, beneath the dark and looming cliffs, and subject to the forever howling winds. A place where there is little sun and even the wildlife doesn't choose to stray towards. His beginning started there with a complicated family. It wasn't until he left home that he felt like the true beginning of his life was upon him.
As an Elder his history is too long to recount for every living soul. He's made too many enemies, human and supernatural alike, along the way. But there are a few things he can confirm. He wasn't there for every big historical event. For those that he was apart of, he found a way to know some of the key players. He took a fasination with almost every war. When he didn't dabble in warfare and grew bored of humanities repetitive need for it, Apollonius chose to follow his pursuits in business...or partying....whichever he felt like doing even though they tended to go hand-in-hand.
Don't mistake him. A vampire's memory, while good, isn't perfect. No one can expect that he'll remember every little thing. Some of the history books have it wrong anyways. History is always told from the perspective of the Victor so it doesn't surprise him. Always remaining hush hush on the matters, and to not embarass himself on what he doesn't remember, Apollo keeps his lips sealed about anything related to the past. Though when inquired about, he'll gladly share what he does remember.
EVERY STORY HAS A MIDDLE...
A little over two decades ago, Apollonius decided it was time to wage his own war. The war to end all wars. Or so he believes. Tired of watching fueds between species that no longer hold the ground they used to, Apollonius seeks to bring harmony among the supernatural world. There are whispers that he is leading a rebellion and the only reason he is able to get as far as he has is because he's an Elder. Sometimes, it's an advantage to be old.
Recuirting efforts began with his motley crew but have since expanded to included supernaturals in every city. There is no limit to what they can achieve when brought together. While it is a little contradictory in nature, warriors in his band of misfits are taken on a volunteer basis. No one is forced to wage the war with him. Some only seek refuge, neutral grounds where they can come together to get along. Others want to fight to end the bloodshed and centuries worth of deceit and misguided values. Everyone has their own reasons for joining. Those that do are protected by everyone. They rally to protect their own. While they are on their way to creating the peace he seeks, everyone knows that Monsters are still monsters and their leader doesn't stray from using a heavy hand or the darkness he was given.
He's no fortune teller. Can't see the future or predict what is going to happen next. All he knows is that he dreams of a day when the conflict is over. When supernaturals come together and live in a strange sense of harmony. A time where useless bloodfueds are resolved and children aren't expected to hold the grudges their parents instilled in them. As far as he can see, the end is nowhere near. The middle of his story is still being written. Hell, he would argue he is still tangled in the beginning of something new. Only time will tell. He just hopes he finds the Kingpin on the otherside of the war before it's too late...
MODEL LOOKS: IF YOU'RE SEXY AND YOU KNOW IT CLAP YOUR HANDS
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 188lbs
Build: tall and lean
Tatttoos: None. Maybe he'll consider one.
Scars: Plenty. Not all vampires heal the way you think.
An anomonly from his siblings in everyway, Apollonius's appearance is as stark of a difference. Glacier blue eyes peer through long lashes most women are jealous of. Longer platinum blonde hair is almost always combed into place, but still allows for a few runaway strands. Skin slightly kissed by the sun but still on the paler side. What can a vampire do? Always clean shaven. Clothes undeniably pristine and pressed. Common outfits include dark jeans and a dress shirt of some kind. He doesn't mind t-shirts, but when running a business he always needs to look the part. Casual for him still looks put together and he takes pride in his appearance. Bussiness man or Fraternity boy? He's been described as both.
SHINNING PERSONALITY: LAWFUL NEUTRAL/CHAOTIC TENDENACIES
Lawful Neutral: At first glance he comes off as the silent brooding type. He watches and waits, seeing everyone and everything around him. When he is done being the observer, however, Apollo transforms into a social butterfly: undoubtedly dramatic, self-confident, and playful. He gladly engages in conversations, preferring ones that are centered on deeper topics compared to trivial matters. There is a nautral prowling elegance to his movements, a confidence **coughcough* and flamboyancy *coughcough* that demands attention, and a silent dominance in his curiosity. He's brave, hard to challenge, and damn near impossible to hurt or kill. Arrogance is often mistaken for his confidence, but everything about him is genuine, including that bourbon soaked charm. With a burning determination buried down into the bone he carries his head high with his shoulders back and a consistent cheshire smirk on his lips.
Chaotic Neutral: Having lived a long life, it's no surprise to Apollo that he's gone from one end of the spectrum to the other. Survival makes everyone do things they'd rather not. Only in the last decade or two has he transitioned to a more welcoming sort of character. His fued with his eldest brother drives him to do things he'd rather not speak of. The traits however are there. Obsessions can get out of hand. Being heavy handed has it's perks. Selfish gains are driven by selfish motives and fulfilled by selfish actions. Deceit can be second nature. Different times call for different measures and he isn't afraid to go there if he has to.
"Careful where you step, Sweetheart. Not all that lurks in the night hides in shadows. Some Monsters are made of Sunshine & Gold, smiling at you from across the street in broad Daylight."
Blood relatives
Family is a forgein concept to him. The word is thrown around enough times that he understands that 'family' is supposed to the people you are directly related to. Nature predetermines that the womb you came from and the seed that bore you are your parents. Any other poor soul lucky enough to share the same womb is a sibling. By maternal and paternal instincts as well as nature's defined laws, this family is "supposed" to care about you.
It's all a crock of shit.
Maybe in some families this is true. He witnesses it often enough among humans that he hopes, for their sake, it is. Yet there's always a dark twist and only time is willing to share what it is. In Apollo's case, he's one of three children. The middle child of a broken family and he's long since been estranged. Viewed once as the Golden Boy, no pun intended, he was on the receving end of an abusive relationship with his older brother, worshipped by his mother, and showered with 'tough love' and strange dissecting behavior by his father. He wasn't able to make sense of the dynamics until he was in the first century of young, twisted life. Quickly Apollonius silqouied himself, learning when to walk on egg shells and when to go bat shit crazy. It wasn't until she came along that his perception changed.
After her soundless birth and the three day ritual that took place, Apollonius snuck into her room in the middle of the day. The slumbering house didn't know any better. He propped himself up on the bed beside her, those wide doe eyes looking at him and her little hands reaching out to his face. She cooed at him and that's when he forever became wrapped around her little finger.
Sianoa Grimm (Mother) and Ragnvald Grimm (Father) unknown status (NPC)
Apollonius, while in the beginning was on good terms with his parents, now harbors a deep sedated hatred for his father. Somewhere in his heart, he's been able to grant his mother forgiveness. They used, abused, and took advantage of him for his talents.The hatred stems from turning the siblings against each other.
Demitrius "Demitri" Grimm (Older Brother) - unknown status (NPC)
Convinced by his parents that his brother attacked him out of an innate hatred and disgust for what/who Apollo was; Apollo has spent his entire life in retaliation for it. Apollonius swore he would be faster, stronger, and better than Demitri so that one day he would finally be the monster Grimm wanted him to be. Unbeknownst to anyone, his relationship with his eldest brother shaped the values he lives by now.
Freya Grimm (Younger Sister) - Handling Seattle Headquaters (NPC)
This little hellion is a storm of chaos at the heels of their enemies. As frigid as her powers are and she attempts to be, Apollo is one of the few who sees her 'soft' side. She is someone he always wishes to protect. This is the only one who he never felt abandoned him in his family. They are a strange pair. Best friends. Wing-man/Wing-woman and all. Onlookers may mistake them for lovers, especially with how much they tease each other, but their opinions are far from the truth.
Shameless Flirt
Interests (x1) Past or Present?
Non-committal but not impossible for more.
TEN YEARS AGO...
A long hallway painted in black stretched on for what felt like miles. You've already crossed through that rackety door from the alleyway. A strange place for the entrance to any place of business. The hallway smelt of fresh paint and primer. Makes sense since the walls caught the light as you walk by. The paint was still drying. The nearer you came to the room at the end the better you heard them: Young monsters talking of things that should never be.
"Have ya ever been in love, Apollonius?" A female's southern accent filled the air. Quieter than it normally did but that's due to the expansiveness of the room they were in. Massive and more like a warehouse main floor than the back-end of a building's first floor.
"Love?" A confused but pleased voice responded. For a moment, silence settled between them. Why ask a question like that?
"Yes, love. Idiot. You know when-"
"I know what love is , Rosewillow."A breathless sigh slipped past his lips. "No, I've never been in love. "
"Have you ever wanted to be in love?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because love gets in the way."
"In the way of?" A playful growl rumbled in his chest. Apollonius rolled from his back onto his side. One arm propped up his head while the other reached out to touch her cotton candy colored hair. That crazy long mane of hers laid sprawled out beneath her head. Stark contrast to the grey floors and her fair flesh. It's a rare moment for these two. They are the only ones to see this side of each other. Carefree, innocent, and blissful. The time when hopes and dreams have yet to be retaliated by reality.
"Of doing what's necessary."
"Necessary is a blurred line, Apollonius. You know that."
"I do and my resolve remains the same."
"Will you ever fall in love?"
"God, I hope not." A fond smile pulled at his lips and softened those glacial eyes. There was a romantic hidden behind his layers.
"Why?" Rosewillow turned her head to meet his. Faces mere inches away. Green eyes, the kind cut from emeralds in a swirling green jungle, peered up at him.
"Because it means I would be a sap. And what good would I be then?"
1980s in a Witty Dublin: The City of Words...
Every story has a beginning, a middle, and an end. Somewhere in the middle of his, Apollo met her.
It's their beginning.
He's an elder. If you were to ask him to remember every detail in history he'd fail to and even more so fail to put a year to it. But her, he will always remember her. Long before he met Rosewillow and began his new war Apollonius stumbled across his Little Red. In a world of monotonous daily grind, grading papers, TAing at University, this nose in a book, shy creature captured his attention. The elsuive, deer in the headlights look that overcame her anytime he came near made him wonder: what lurks behind those distant eyes and sad smile? Who made her that way? What would happen if she smiled? Determined to find out (and reluctant to believe this shy fox wouldn't give him the time of day when every other woman would), Apollonuis made it his mission to become her friend starting with her attending the study group he leads on English Literature and Magic.
{RP in Progress. Stay tuned for more}
Few people enter into Apollo's life that he is willing to trust or hold dear. Beyond his sister and those loyal to him that make up his crew, there are only a select few he would even consider friends. There are even fewer that he would admit were or are lovers. A deep rooted fear keeps Apollonius from admitting to anyone that he cares for them. The only ones who will know are the ones on the receiving end of it. He puts on a good face for his enemies that he keeps everyone at arms length. But in all reality everyone, including those he recruits for his cause he cares for deeply. Like any battle though, there are casulties in war. Beneath that movie star appearance or attitude, is a loyal, protective, and honorable friend/lover.
TWINKLE TOES † FUN SIZE † SMURF
PESKY HUNTER † OBSESSION
After they interfered with each other's hunt, Apollo invited the Hunter along for an adventure. He has Rogues to kill and she is a Hunter. Their relationship is mutually beneficial. At first, he did it out of curiosity: he wanted to know more about how the Fun Sized Smurf ticked. They bantered in a way he didn't with others and it was bound to become an obsession. She keeps him on his toes and he knows he does the same for her. He invited her into a world she knows nothing about: His world. Will she come to regret it or love it?
Part 1
Q-tip: "What do you know, the Smurf has a sense of humor..."
Twinkle Toes: "Am no' a fuckin' Smurf, ya bollix dit."
Q-tip: "Fine. No Smurf. You don't seem as mischievous as them anyways and that wouldn't be any fun. Twinkle work better?"
Twinkle Toes: "Am warse than a Smurf could ever be."
Part 2
Q-Tip: “Sure you aren’t a Smurf? You sure are playful enough to be one. Fun sized, too.”
Twinkle Toes: "Ya want yer dick 'fun sized' too? Am sure I could take off a few inches perfectly fine."
LITTLE CRIMINAL † MINI ME † SMARTASS
CINNABUN † PRECIOUS HUMAN
This precious little vessel first crossed Apollo's path in a bar. With a sweet promise and cheers to the next "bite" Apollo promised to cross Omega's path again. Omega doubted the toast would ever come true. Never doubt the Elder. For in his promise, Nikolas walked straight into trouble. Dabbling in his own curiosity he neared death three times in one night. First at the hand of Ricky, and twice by the equally as sarcastic Helena. Hence Nikki boy's nickname, Smartass. In his own mischief, Apollonius rescued the mortal from his companions and whisked him away for a healing drink. Apart they are completely different. Together they are smooth little criminals. Breaking and Entering may just become a habit...
Part 1
Apollo: "Come on, we'll go around back."
Nik: "Serious, are you really...?"
Apollo: **pulls hard on the door handle of a bar to snap the lock after hours**
Nik: ...
Apollo: "Oops. I'll send them a check for it later."
Nik: "You've gotta be kidding me."
***silence as the two of them become criminals***
Every leader has his followers. The best teams can sometimes be the ones unintentionally formed. Surprise! Through the years, Apollo collected his fair share of enemies. Apparently, he collected his fair share of allies as well. The motley crew he has surrounded himself with are the ones he calls family. More than his own flesh and blood. While his recruits are critical to The Cause none of them share the same place on the chess board.
Each with their own selfish motivations, his band of misfits chose to follow him into uncharted territories. One of them called him a "mad man" for thinking he could change the order of things. Yet, here they all are. Apollo entrusts his life to each of them. They've shared bloodshed, tears, lows and highs, and celebrations together. They serve a unique purpose on the team. Each run a special aspect of the daily operations while simulataneously plotting the end of the on-going war. Blood makes you related. But Loyalty, makes you family. This is his true family.
Characters listed below are NPCs. They often show up in the story with an active role to play and help move things along. If Apollo isn't your cup of tea, these characters may also be played separately. Choose your adventure.
"Rip" "The Spy/Ghost" - Unknown
Not much is known about their resident spy aka Ghost. Apollo has known him for as long as he can remember and he still doesn't know the man's abilities, species, or even his real name. Ripley is loyal and acts without hesitation. Often a step ahead of the Elder. Apollo owes Ripley for saving his life. Multiple times. In the centuries that Ripley has come in and out of Apollo's life, he's said few word (most assume he's mute), changed appearances often, and altered his personalitiy more. Believed alignment is true neutral. True alignment, unknown.
"Rose" "The Informant/Voodoo Princess" - Voodoo Priestess
They met in New Orleans. She was your resident voodoo witch and running a shop known as The Black Cat. He stumbled across her path and because of his past dealings with witches decided that she was the one he wanted to befriend. Rose is his business partner. Provocative, expressive, and quick-witted. Her alignment is Chaotic Neutral with Chaotic Evil tendenancies. It's hard to turn a woman of her caliber from her wicked ways. She may be on the 'side' of good, but the lines are always blurred. Don't be confused, she's always out to get her way.
"Hel" "The Cleaner" - Wendigo
Their story and how they crossed paths isn't a story often whispered. All anyone knows is that somewhere along the way, Apollo did something for Helena. Ever since, she has been in his debt. While their story began centuries before Apollo ever met Rosewillow, Helena didn't join the motley crew until a few years after everything began. He summoned her and she came. Alignment is chaotic good. She's brash, easily tempered with Ricky, enjoys taunting others, and sarcastic. But she always acts within her limits. "Take a walk on the wild side, kid" is her motto.
"Ricky" "The Tracker/Enforcer"- Turned Vampire
Country boy turned into a military grunt. Cedric would never say this was the best time of his life. While deployed he attempted suicide. In the midst of a war torn land and on the brink of death that his sire came along. She likes to believe she "saved him." In truth, she only brought him from one hell to another. Newly turned and not at all in his right mind for how he could control himself, Apollo gave him a way. He doesn't believe in the cause but he's more loyal to Apollo. He's lawfully good, cocky firecracker, and always wearing his heart on his sleeve.
Codes from: Coders Unite
FC for Rosewillow: Kelly Eden
FC for Ricky: Benjamin Eidem
FC for Helena: Fishball Suicide
FC for Apollo: Lucky Blue Smith
Anything Swan related is part of an on-going joke.
Feel free to ask if you want to start being a part of it.
Picture credit goes to their respected artists/model(s).
Comments
He did that a lot. More than he might care to know. Not that she watched him or anything at an ungodly rate. Not as much as the rest of the girls in class at least. But there were times where the teacher was talking and his TA seemed to be off in his own world, in his own thoughts. Holly could almost see his entire world seeming to fade out like he were in a different time until he came back and came back to the world again. There were enough people who got lost in thought, but him? It was like he got lost in times, in days, years. Like he had more to think about than some twenty-one year old should be thinking about.
Her own span of thought vanished not too soon after his grunting reply. Her face hardened again. For her, however, it looked more like a pout than it did her being actually angry. He was such a guy. He always strutted around his laisser-flare as though he were higher than everyone, especially females. It annoyed her that guys had such big head about things. It helped with school at least. It told her that she didn't need to worry about such things and focus on what was important. It didn't matter how doofy they looked. His hair for instance, needlessly distracting. She was getting that strange static from him again. Gosh, she just needed to get out before something else of his clogged up her mind.
"I do say so." She hinted promptly, giving him no room to think otherwise. Momentarily the waning sun caught her eye. She turned to look out at it between the blinds, her hair more of a fire than normal in the setting rays. She watched for a time until he commented on her job and she pulled her eyes away to reply. "Ya get what ya can. No' all are so considerate of students schedules." Her job gave enough for her to live off of and to pay her side of the rent. She wished she could work more and longer. But the sake of her sanity, school, among other things depended on getting just the minimal. It didn't help that her father sat on his fat lard of an arse all day since he lost his job. She thought about running away many times, but that meant that she would have to work, even more, support herself, even more, worry about school work even more. She was between two brick walls, the only way to help was forward.
Yeah, not the reaction she was really looking for. Holly didn't play the role of the cute and innocent girl very well. She was too reclusive and headstrong. If she wanted something she got it. Sadly it was hard to do when he was holding the notes, she couldn't just yank it away from him. "Body language," Holly answered genuinely. this time she was hinting on amusement there. "Girls cannae get a lot done usin' it. Just like swayin' hips an' Baby-Blue does, caught yer eyes, didn't it?" Calling him out, was she? Perhaps she was more observant than he knew. She wasn't belittling him for it by a mean for it, only calling as she saw it.
Pleased that she finally acquired the notes, she gingerly took them from him and sat down on top of a nearby desk, quickly scanning her eyes over the small but clear writing. She took her time to read every word as to not miss a thing. Along the lines of wasting time, she did not want to be going home any time soon.
Her golden eyes darted up from the top of the paper when he spoke, acknowledging that she was listening to him though continuing her read on the desperately needed notes. "Do ye now?" Still going on about the group, huh? One would think she made it clear that she wasn't interested when she said no the first time. Now he was just sounding desperate. She found it easy to focus on the paper for the most part of his speech... until... Yeah, their eyes met, she was very interested in the supernatural. Witches so happened to be her favorite topic. But why would they be talking about that? Would they be studying plays now? Looking into The Crucible now? Strange book for a college class. But she shouldn't get he hopes up. It wasn't like she read it three times, or a few by now. Sounded like an easy book report to her. And while she would love to discuss the secret behind the actual withes of Salem she just furrowed her brows and stared a little more harder at the words she was reading. "Can't. Busy at night. Curfew to be home by, grown-up stuff. No witches fer me." She turned the page to the other side. "Am sure ye all will have fun though." Without her. Damned father and his shit. She couldn't get sucked into a social life that she could never have. It would only get her into deeper trouble.
Holly kept her hazel eyes fixated on a spot somewhere int he room that wasn't on him or the girls that were making their nasty getaway after another failed attempt at getting something more than just typical study sessions from the cute teacher that looked far too young to be teaching any kind of class. Much less appearing in one and shell-shocking all of the students with the strange aura that was around him. She only did return her eyes to him when she asked for the chapter, then again when he seemed to try to be proving something to her. Her plump lips scowled for a hint of a second, her eyebrows were on a downward decline across her had to a point of nearly forming a V on her forehead.
They perked up, almost skittish, scared, while he moved his hands. She stared down at them then back up to ocean eyes that were deeper than the ocean. Bravely, Strongly, she dared to jump into them and held her head up. Never would she reach his own height, but she did her best to seem daring enough to challenge his stare. "I grasp the knowledge well enough, thank ye very much." Her head only went higher, even her chin moving up more. "I also am no needin' any savin'. Am a strong lass, I cannae protect meself. I just' don' wanna be dealin' with em all er other people is all."
Frustrated now with his questions, and continuous pestering as though he were anyone more than her teacher she combed her fingers through her fiery red hair, breathed thickly and shuffling her feet awkwardly. "Ye me da er somethin'?" She accused him. There's that snappy attitude he mentioned. Not like she was the sweetest nor the rudest person out there. She was like any other girl who wanted to get her work down and get through school If only home life was a bit more similar to that, it would help a ton.
"Look, Am stressed over work, an money. That's all. Me da is between jobs an' I've been workin' mare hours to be helpin' pay bills, on top of me own school in. Ya see? Am fine, everything will be fine. Once his job is settled' an' we are mare stable with money I'll be fine again. Tip top shape." Mor like when tax season passed and she no longer had to worry about her fother hammering in and demanding money from her.
Now, if he was done asking about her personal life, she bravely settled her eyes on him again. Innocent as she could make them, sweet as her face could pull, she asked politely. "Now... the chapters? Notes? Anythin' he mentioned that was not in em?" Her smile widened to which could be considered genuine. Swaying her body like his parade of girls often did to seem cute and chipper. He should be able to see that hers was a ruse easily enough. " Please?"
Holly politely ignored Apollo's eyes and the question that rested behind them, she knew that he would give her crap for it later regardless. She needed to stop falling asleep. She knew she needed to stay on top of things if she ever wanted to get out of there. Absently her hand rubbed her bruised arm from under the thick coat that she wore. Last night had been one of the more worse nights; her father wasn't taking a no, and she was tired of it. The school was a way of release, to get away. Sadly, as it often was, this was her last class of the day, one to which she often blacked out in from a day of forcing herself to stay awake from her previous classes. Often times, she loved English, she loved learning about it. But it was tax season, her father got money for alcohol, for gambling. She was scared for when he might find her own tax savings from the job she worked on the weekend. She needed something, anything to help her pay for school and their rent for next month. Something that her father didn't dare to care about.
While her mind raced, a quiz was mentioned, she quickly scribbled that into her day planner and put the book into shoulder bag along with the rest of them. It was soon thrown over her shoulder, and she had to listen to the weak attempts of the girls trying to woo their way into the student teachers pants. Again.
Baby-Blue eyes face twisted something starch, as though he had offered that she take a stroll through a sewer. "But groups are so..." She waved her manicured hand in the air, attempting to find a word that was beyond her league to say. She looked across at her friend as though that girl would help. She was clueless and stared only at Apollo with a doofy smile. "They aren't intimate enough." She finally got out. Holly wanted to clap. Good on her.
He said a friends name, she was clearly dazed and went on with her way. No doubt she would get an earful from Baby-Blue as the spotlight had been stolen.
Holly was only half listening until she heard her name, her hazel eyes landed on him, green flecks within the iris of the golden color. She herself almost turned her nose up. "I don' do groups." She denied quickly, attempting not to look at him. It was far too intimate and erotic for her to do so, and she had no idea why. She actually would love to go to the group though. But if she wasn't back by a certain time that night, bad news would happen. Her father didn't like her home late. No matter the reason.
She adjusted the strap on her shoulder a few times, attempting to get it off of the shoulder blade which had been hurt the most in the battle with her father. He had been unrelenting. Her tired eyes reflected the night. He'd came after her after she had left her room for tea and he had just come home from the bar. He thought ill doings to her as he often did when she resisted he grew violet. Her back was throbbing with numb pain, her arms were coated in fingerprinted bruise marks. She was sure she had a goose egg on the back of her head the size of China. It took a swift kick to his unmentionables before she was finally released and ran off to her room. Safe from him and his beatings.
She had zoned out, only hopping back into the world of which she currently was in when the two remaining girls left with a snap and snarl. Leaving out of the room and finally allowing Holly to get the notes she so desperately needed. Easy with a photographic memory. She only had to look at them. It was then, and only after that, the girls left that she looked at him. Steeling herself to do so by strengthening her shoulders and looking at him, stepping closer to him expectantly. "Ye don' need to be givin' 'em any mare reason to hate me, Grimm." She accused him bitterly, her eyebrows down with her frown. "Its bad enough they do fer nothin'." She didn't need any more bullies in her life plainly enough.
She controlled her small spike of anger, one fathomed from lack of sleep the night before. "Ya cannae jus' tell me the chapter. I can look it up meself." Save him time rather than blabbering about things she could look up anyway. "I-I need to git home... an.. study.." Lies. She'd wait at school until it was time that she could sneak into the house, possibly go past her abusive father, and sneak off into her room. "Okay?" She asked, praying that he would say yes, her eyes big with question.
I have come to return the four unripened swans I had once borrowed. You were right, they in fact did ripen over time. You have turned out to be quite the reputable swan dealer.
"Believe it or not....I'm planning to end it. The labs he comes from keeps fucking with his memory, and I try to build him back up, but...he's getting to unpredictable." Was she going to kill him? Who knew, it depended how well Ted would take their reunion, if he managed to recognize her at all. She was done complaining about it, weeping over it, her heart was growing cold once again. It was too late for them, and Agnes would go into a soldier-like stoicism if he was ever mentioned again. It would be an arduous process getting over him, especially since Agnes would use thoughts of Ted as a means to find peace of mind.
Agnes noticed the difference of body language, curiosity gripping her as she leaned over the bar a bit more. Like a high school girl craving for gossip. Hearing his response, her eyebrows raised slightly and a smirk grew at the corner of her mouth. Part of her wanted to leave it as that, but part of her wanted to dig in at the topic of them more.
"So ya think yer gonna destroy her if ya get too close? Ever think she might love you back? You say you guys destroy everything around you, but you still manage to keep each other." Agnes leaned back slightly, wiping her palm down her face to prevent herself from grinning like an idiot. "Have you even told her?" Man, this guy was being all poetic, but he was as sheepish as high school girl with a crush, Agnes thought to herself.
"Depends. If you're not charging, then sure." Agnes said in response to Apollo offering the bottle of vodka. She preferred a cigarette right about now, but vodka would do.
"Alright,Biebs,you fuckin' got it.
As far as being a silent monster..You'd be correct,since,let's fucking
face it,he did single handedly fuck up the music industry with his boyish shit. Boy,I gotta admit..
Your sister.. Quite the force to be reckoned with. One I enjoy all too well."
Was he lying? Possibly. He was never a man to take seriously unless he was downright livid. But as far as the incest shit
goes,he was faring well at being a thorn in their side. Why? Why the fuck not.
Did he care? Not particularly.
"As far the whole,bark is worse than my bite,well.. My perfectly handsome and normal sized dick
isn't one that needs overcompensating. My attitude,however.. That's a different story."
Negan just l o v e d getting under people's skin. Favorite past-time of his.
"How the fuck would I know who's hotter between men?
You uhh..Got some weird incest shit going on? Can never tell with vampires.
Usually..They're cool like Bram Stoker type of shit,but..Apparently the vampires these days
are pretty with glistening bodies and their hair is frosted like a barbie doll. But hey.The fuck do I know?"
"Hey pretty boy! What else you got other than that fucking
bimbo-Justin Bieber- shit going on? Think that's what I'm gonna call
you. Biebs. Biebs works for me."
-Did Negan give two flaming fuck that he was tossing caution to the wind?
Pffft. Nahhh.-
||Jesus I hope banter is okay.
Dramatic Ass
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My reaction to reading this woman's post:
*silently fanboying*
WHATEVER SHE TELLS YOU HER WRITING IS THE BOMB DOT COM!!!
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