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ɯɐɔ, keep your chin high and ego higher
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There was something about the way the incredibly tall figure lumbered into the establishment that had people a little wary. It could have been the tattoos that laced their way up his arms, or just the way his features were set in an alarmingly, beautifully intimidating manner. Little did some of these people know that the same man also had a smile to match it, which currently didn't grace his lips. Instead, a scowl tugged down at them, grim and not so approachable in how they aligned his features.
His gaze swept over the patrons in his wait for sustenance, stopped on a familiar face that part of him had very strongly wished against seeing. He turned his head quickly, as to avoid being caught having spotted her. As far as the rules of eye contact went, a conversation was usually inevitable. Thank the lord he'd looked away before contact could be made.
It was very evident that he was not a fan of said familiar face, with the furthering souring of his expression as he paid for his food.very meh
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The bell rang again, a light jingle that cut through the background din, making Nora raise her head. She had a chip midway to her lips, anticipating the salty food, when a flicker of recognition crossed her face.
Recognition wasn't the only thing that appeared, but that would be discussed later.
Nora couldn't help but laugh. Maybe her favorite table, the two-seater by the window, would seat two after all. She cleared her throat and called out to him. "Oh, wow." was all she said at first, but she wasn't over yet. "Ransom, wow. It's been so long, hasn't it?"
He didn't turn around until he had paid for his food, and she could tell from the clenched jaw and the grip on his container that he wasn't pleased. Nora decided to lay it on thick, so to speak, and looked him dead in the eye. She didn't need to do what she did with the poor little uni student at the counter, but it was fun anyway.
"Ransom, you should eat with me. This table seats two; it would be a shame to let the other chair go to waste, don't you think?" Her voice carried through the small restaurant and she used her feet to push the chair out from the table. "C'mere. Sit. Stay a while."
Ransom was not at all excited to have been recommended. Lips pursed, he turned to face Nora as she spoke to him, wanting nothing more than to slink away and find Ham. But, that would certainly not be his portion for the day.
Instead, he found his feet carrying him towards the table she sat at before he could tell them to stop. And when he did try to mentally convey that no, he did not want to sit with her, they just didn't seem to listen to him. Ransom was not pleased with this development.
Plopping down into the seat, he sighed and turned his attentions to the window. "What do you want, Nora," he inquired almost boredly, like he had nothing better to do or ask. Because, to be honest, he really didn't. He had no plans with Ham--not that they ever really planned shit, it just happened--and there wasn't something pressing calling to him at the moment.
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"I just want a conversation," Nora simpered. "Tell me about you and your delightful little boyfriend. Is he treating you better than I did? I feel like he isn't." The dark-haired girl resumed eating, that stupid little smirk still on her lips. She always came here when she had a hangover -- which she did most definitely have -- since the food made her feeling less like a head-throbbing mess and more like a head-throbbing mess with a full, happy stomach.
It was actually sunny outside, a rarity in Theobury, and Nora languidly played with the shadows cast on the table. She had gotten another tattoo since they had broken up, a small crescent moon in the crook on the side of her wrist. It had stung like a bitch when it was inked but now was bold and dark, ebony lines making a striking contrast off of her pale, ivory skin.
And, there it was. Ransom was expecting it, that snide comment about Ham. Nora usually used that as a go to when just being all out spiteful. Not that Ransom particularly cared, because this was something several other people did. After a while, it'd gotten to be amusing, watching people's reactions to the way they were.
"I think he's treating me just right," he replied, brows raised but gaze still elsewhere, "Don't really see how this should matter to you, since we aren't really together anymore. I'd be more concerned about who's treating you right these days."
He knew, from the time they were together, that this was one of her haunts designated for hangovers. That would only mean that she was currently nursing one right then, more interested in finding a distraction from the pounding in her head. Greasy food, and equally greasy griping at an ex; seemed legit.
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Nora raised an eyebrow again, mimicking him. "Who's treating me right?" she replied incredulously. "Three people. Me, myself, and I." The woman winced, the pounding in her head intensifying. She should've known better; her head always hurt after she tried to pull a stunt like, well, con a fryboy to give her food for free, and then lightly persuade an ex-boyfriend to eat with her.
"I met a few guys at Bacchus the other night. Cute. Rich. Foreign," Nora started. "They kept trying to get me to give them drinks for free." Granted, it had worked, at least for two of them. One was less insistent about it, wanting only a glass of Merlot. Such a twat, she had originally thought, but the way he looked made her think differently. He had introduced himself as Auden Reiff, and that he was from Switzerland.
Nor winced again, head throbbing. "So. How about you? I'm dropping the whole Ham act, by the way. You guys would be charming together but I know that's not the actual scenario, so I might as well just drop it... for now.
"I really just need a distraction, Ran, and some salty-as-hell food. So talk."
The first smile of the day twitched at his lips, his gaze now on her.
"To be honest," he began, "I don't give a fuck what you need." His hands were then splayed out in front of him in a there you have it manner. The inky tendrils of his tattoos could be seen peeking out between his fingers, which he stared out for a short moment. "But, I'll humor you.
What exactly do you wanna talk about? What do we have to talk about? If you're dropping the Ham chain, we don't have much to say to each other." There it was, then. The smirk that would qualify as his first somewhat positive expression of the day. It twisted his features quite beautifully, an onlooker might later remark. Took the edge off the brutal lines of his face, so harshly sculpted in their near perfection.
"Unless you wanna explain why you're getting things on the house these days."
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Nora watched as Ransom turned to face her. He was smiling, but it was devoid of anything positive.
The dark-haired girl rolled her eyes and continued eating, breaking eye contact. Her ex-lover continued, going on about talking -- Nora inwardly laughed; he was talking about what to talk about, and somehow that was humorous to her -- and kept using the word "we" and it struck a chord in her. Yes, they were engaged in a conversation, but the use of "we" in the context of "Nora and Ransom" simply threw her off. She wasn't used to him actually wanting to talk to her. She was used to him flipping her off while she silently plotted about slashing his tires.
Nora's eyes flitted to the window, where she saw a vaguely familiar face on the other side of the street, making his way over. She couldn't exactly place where she had seen him... probably at Bacchus, but something about the sharp angles and dark hair--
Her head quickly lifted, shocked, as she met his dark, dark eyes. Panic shot through her like a lightning bolt as she tried to regain her composure. "What the hell are you talking about, Ran?"
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An establishment of lower caliber that didn't quite even begin to fit his tastes; that was what his multi-hued eyes drank in as the tall, albeit far from lanky, figure stood outside the small business. He wasn't quite sure what had drawn his eyes to it when he had been doing none other than taking an idle walk through the town. Regardless, the two people -- or rather the person -- that sat inside the establishment was far more enticing than any food the place had to offer. He licked the tips of his canines like a feline predator, yet he held less the grace at the moment and more the skin-crawling a reptile -- perhaps a snake -- would conjure.A slight grimace spoiled his countenance, begot from his presence being announced by the trickling laughter of a bell; he didn't need a redundant instrument to command a room. He knew how to take over all on his own. As alluring as the femme fatale his Half-Brother spoke with would have been on any other given day, it was baby boy he was after. At the moment in time, she didn't exist. He paid her nary any heed as he advanced on their table, placing a large hand on the surface of the platform as he gazed down at his 'beloved' brother with eyes filled to the brim with 'adoration.'
Out of all the little devils and imps he could've run into, it had to be Ransom. "Long time, no see, baby brother." Draco seemed to get some type of personal gratification in calling him condescending terms of endearment. "Who's this?" He asked, casting a haphazard glance toward the female who accompanied him. From what he was gathering, she didn't look like much -- at least not to him. And what they could gather was that he had little to no regard for the fact that they had been in the midst of a private exchange. All that mattered, to Draco, was that he was there and he wanted to fuck around with Ransom, because he was bored.
Draco feigned an epiphany, glancing betwixt Nora and Ransom as if he was putting two and two together. In all honesty, he could read the distaste in Ransom's eyes and knew it'd be the perfect time to make a situation something it didn't appear to be, but what would he know? "Oh, is this your little girlfriend?" Nora and Ransom were the equivalent of children to him. And not just because he could tell he was older and more matured, but because he was a condescending prick at heart.
Whatever pleasantly snippy answer Ransom had on his lips--coiled up into a smirk and head tilted for the delivery--it died behind his teeth at the sound of Draco's voice. All amusement to be had in questioning Nora was now thoroughly killed, leaving his body as if it'd been forced out. In it's place came a practiced sort of anger, one only pulled up from the abyss of emotions that didn't land on Ransom's spectrum of great expressiveness.
"This is Nora," he responded after a beat. He wasn't going to lie; Draco got on his goddamn nerves without much effort. There would always be that intense need to react in some way. But, now? Now wasn't exactly the right time for that. He, also, decided that remarking on his past relationship with Nora would be pretty much worthless--or like handing over ammunition to use on him. He let that fact stick in his mind as he leaned back in his seat, lazily eyeing his elder half-brother.
"So, what brings you here, big brother?" There had to be some reason. This place was likely nothing compared to the places his brother usually hung around.
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The bell jingled again and Nora payed it no heed, until the individual that walked in made their way to the table. Nora watched Ransom with an intense anxiety building up in her; she wasn't normally like this, but she didn't like to be called out for doing something that she didn't understand.
Before her ex could respond a pair of hands were placed on the table, and a tall, dark man was staring down at them. It was the man from outside and wow was he a sight for sore, slightly bloodshot eyes. Nora was about to respond and ask the man why he was at their table and if he maybe had any preoccupations later tonight. He was focused on other things.
The man briefly glanced at her but immediately moved on, then focused intensely on Ransom. Baby brother resonated in her ears and she cracked a smile, even laughing softly. "Oh, Ransom, darling, you didn't tell me you had a brother." She slowly leaned forward on the table and smirked, looking up at Draco with eyeliner-rimmed eyes. There was a glint in them that was nowhere near safe. "And I don't need you to introduce me, Ran. I can do it myself."
Ransom sounded so eager to get rid of him, and this only prompted a devilish grin to spread across his palette. Ransom asked what he was doing there, and that was a question that Draco would have liked to know himself; Draco was not entirely sure what had drawn him to the joint. Perhaps intuition had told him something interesting was waiting for him, and that was why he had looked twice in the general direction of the restaurant. He had not left his abode with the thought of coming to this specific place, but he did plan a certain route, and when he walked by this particular establishment, he was piqued for reasons, at first, unknown."What — I can't be here under the precedent that I want to get to know my kin?" Draco couldn't care less about who Ransom was or who he made himself out to be, in all honesty. His eyes diverted to the owner of a sultry voice, and the ocean blue of his stormy eyes clashed with the hungover appearance of the woman who sat across from Ransom. "Ran," he cooed, following off with the nickname that the supposed 'Nora' had just used to address Ransom. "You never told her about me? I don't know whether to be offended or relieved." After all, he doubted Ransom had anything nice to say; it was not like Draco had given him any reason to say anything positive about him in the first place.
Draco took the time to give Nora a full-depth analysis; she was not one of the exotics, as he often liked to get a taste of, but she was not unattractive, neither. At the moment, the only thing about her was the fact that she had some kind of bittersweet relationship with his brother — he could tell by the odd use of 'darling' as an endearment to someone who didn't seem to quite share the same enthusiasm. "I agree," he purred. "Let the lady speak for herself." He leaned forward, clearly having gained a newfound interest in Nora, despite the fact she didn't have much to offer; she didn't seem important to Ransom, so sleeping with her wouldn't effect Ransom in any way as far as he was concerned; if only he could find torture so sweet. "Nora," he purred, liking the way her name rolled off the tip of his tongue.
Suddenly, he turned his attention to Ransom, his eyes growing, the slightest bit, softer. It was clear that he was one with a shorter attention span if he found himself thinking about one important thank over the other. "How's mom?" He had had no contact with 'mommy' given the fact his father had fervently kept him separated from his mother.
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How's mom?
Funny he should ask, considering the fact that the old crone was deteriorating more these days. Nostalgia was a deadly thing to give to a woman who took too kindly to the drink, but that was just how things had turned out. This was a question he didn't want to answer--not because there was no love lost between the two brothers, but mostly because he felt that short flash of pity and shame for his mother. Knowing that her oldest son could only get information on her via the youngest, while both had a sibling rivalry that was a couple levels past normal.
"She's fine," he decided on; short, good enough, generous in a description. Jaw clenched, he added, "She misses you."
Because, of course, she did. It was hard to ignore the way she'd look at him almost mournfully when Ransom went over to check on her. Eyes heavy lidded, frowning so much she looked ten years older. It was like watching someone trying to figure out why two was two and not one. He could always see that she didn't quite think of him as much as she thought of Draco. But, enough of those thoughts; there were other things to contemplate that could do some damage.
"Don't call me Ran." This, he wasn't sure who it was directed at, but he had the feeling it was both of them.
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Nora could tell that the man in front of her, the dark, probably dangerous man, was a bit of a arse, and yet.. something about him peaked her interest. She sat back in the chair and ran a hand through her long, dark hair, simply watching, a smirk ever-present on her face. Nora swallowed; something about the way he said her name made her feel like she was a rabbit and he was a fox (view spoiler).
"Don't call me Ran," Nora mimicked, laughing softly. "Sure. Whatever."
Nora literally played herself up, feeling the emotions of those around her and.. .tweaking them slightly to make her more interesting. Nor turned to her ex-lover's brother and smiled. "So who are you, anyway? You've crashed this wonderful little lunch that Ran and I were having, so you may as well stay and explain yourself." Her words dripped with persuasion and manipulation, and she masked her pain from the growing headache with a swig of water.
Draco seemed to consider Ransom's words, as if he was debating whether the masculine before him was telling the honest truth, albeit he eventually relented, deciding to trust what Ransom said; his mother was okay, and his mother did miss him, which only made him more desperate to talk about her. Many could and did claim that he had not an ounce of heart, however, when it came to his mother, Draco was as human as any. "Where is she? I want to see my mom, Ransom." Draco didn't know exactly how truthful Ransom's 'she's fine' statement was; he wanted to see his mother, kiss her, and let her know he hadn't forgotten about her before she took her last breath — even if that last breath was years from now; now was as good a time as any to do so.Suddenly, the intense longing for his mother turned to an intense interest in the maiden sitting across from his brother. He found himself turning his gaze from Ransom to her, albeit he had no idea why he was suddenly so interested in what it was she had to say. His eyebrows furrowed slightly as he grimaced, seemingly distraught by the distraction. He stood up straight suddenly, gripping a by-standing chair and pulling it up to the side of the table so he could sit. "Draco," he mumbled, his voice lowering an octave whilst something dangerous flickered in his cold, blue oculars. "My name, I mean." Out of all the things he hated, Draco probably hated explaining himself the most, and yet he was spilling his guts to this mere woman.
"I was walking, saw my brother, and my interest was piqued. I haven't seen him in what seems like years," he reminisced, not that there was anything good to remember. "And something tells me my crashing what obviously wasn't a 'lovely' brunch isn't all that inconvenient for you." His eyes narrowed dangerously as he leaned forward, lust and agitation radiating off of him in waves all at once. "But where this meeting lacks 'loveliness' I can make up for in the bedroom," he murmured suggestively, his grimace shifting into a razor sharp grin. "But Ransom," he began, his eyes lingering on Nora for a moment before he switched over to Ran. "I am serious about my mother. I need to see her..." His mother was perhaps the one woman he could truly respect and not take for granted.
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There was that desperation that he liked seeing on Draco.
It only ever showed up in the few occasions that Ransom allowed himself to give any sort of answer to Draco's inquiries, and it always involved their mother. My mother, my mother; like they didn't come from the same womb and she was simply a woman that'd taken care of him. While he hated to admit it, their mother was the only woman they held in equal parts. She was, after all, the woman that had brought them into the world. Just because she favored her oldest son--the one that'd been taken from her--more than her youngest, it didn't make her any less Ransom's mother. The bitter edge of the thought, of knowing that Draco had one more thing to lord over him. The largest thing he could possibly lord over him.
What distracted him from his previous thoughts of just how his life had turned out to be a pissing match with his older brother was Nora. She was doing it again. He'd seen her do it once before--not today, but some relatively close date a bit back--and it amazed him. Not that he would say, of course. This was not something he could just voice in front of his brother; it would only be something to have her put on Draco's list of "exotics".
"I get that you're serious," he stated, picking at his food now with the vaguest of interest, "She's where she's always been." Not much of an answer, but it'd do well enough. He doubted it'd be hard for Draco to find their mother; how could one not find her? She passed on the lips of all her neighbors, as contagious as a cold. It wasn't a hard thing to miss, either. Especially when you're the fruit of her loins.
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Nora initially grimaced, but changed it to a small, coy smile. "Hello, Draco," she murmured, leaning back in her chair. She shot a glance at Ransom, who seemed equal parts interested and pissed, and laughed internally. Nora let Draco talk, soaking it in, languishing in the power she had over practically everyone in the room. It felt great. She physically didn't, but egoistically.. definitely.
A slight blush crept up Nora's neck and cheekbones at the hint toward sex. She smirked, opened her mouth to reply, but was cut off by Ransom. Nora could tell that he was onto her; he noticed the food, and the flicker of recognition in his eyes at her manipulating Draco... it was too risky. She'd need to take care of this later. She'd need to take care of him later.
But for now, she'd sit back and enjoy the distraction. For once, it didn't involve her.
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so it'll be you then me then you then me then paro if he can get in))
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A silence stretched over the group that Ransom didn't quite appreciate. The levels of tension, and whatever the hell it was that Nora was doing, made him more than uncomfortable. All he really wanted was for his brother to leave, to go away. But he didn't see that happening, simply because that was how Draco was. He just didn't like to see Ransom even a fraction towards happy. That was, essentially, the point of his existence.
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Nora shot a glance at her former lover from across the table. The look in her eyes was tinged with an equal amount of fear and arrogance, and she couldn't help but gloat, or say something. "What, Ransom? Something wrong?" Her tense muscles and finger-tapping conveyed that she knew he was aware of what was going on; the problem was just whether or not he would publicly recognize that.
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( guess who found it, after you found it )
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(*a wild Paro appears in his natural habitat*)
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( you ran into a wild Paro! Check the roleplay-dex to learn more! )
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Critical hit! )
(Crikey, that wild Paro sure is aggressive! Let's poke it with a stick and see what happens)
( poking with a stick: very effective. *cue that nasty beeping sound at critical health* )
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