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Post by TARA COLEMAN on Feb 15, 2014 5:24:21 GMT
In retrospect, this probably hadn't been the best idea. First she'd pissed him off, then she'd driven him home, and how she found herself outside of his penthouse with booze in her bag. And for what, exactly? What did she think she was going to gain from this?
She rapped on the door twice and waited. She considered just leaving and abandoning the whole idea, but the door opened and by then it was too late.
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Feb 16, 2014 1:43:30 GMT
Angel was home alone - it was strange, that even Nevada went out more than he did now. He hadn't left the house for anything but checkups since he'd left the hospital, with the awful scar cutting across his face.
He felt subhuman, his head pounding as he made his way over to the door and pulled it just barely oen. He blinked, peeking out to see last person he expected. His eyes narrowed. "What do you want?" Was she here to laugh, to mock him, to tell him he deserved it?
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Post by TARA COLEMAN on Feb 19, 2014 0:19:39 GMT
She'd expected some unfriendly retort, something curt, but what she didn't expect was the scar that ripped across his face. Her surprise wasn't hidden and she did a double take before holding up the bottle. Maybe he'd let her ask questions once they'd both had a drink.
"Want some?" She didn't know what kind of alcohol Angel liked, but she'd brought something akin to what he'd drank the last time she was here. That is the last time she was here and he wasn't drunk off his ass.
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Feb 20, 2014 5:01:36 GMT
He'd opened the door because he knew there were only a select few who knew where he and Nevada lived, though he still found himself surprised when he saw Tara. He'd never expected to see her again - even the last time they'd run into each other by chance.
He almost slammed the door in her face right then - he could feel her eyes on his face and he knew what she was looking at and he knew she was revolted and it made him feel sick to his stomach. He couldn't leave the house, he couldn't stand people looking at him as anything but beautiful.
But she held up the bottle and he paused. He looked away from her and chewed the inside of his cheek. He couldn't hide the way he swallowed nervously, or the pleading edge in his expression as he pushed open the door and turned on his heel in way of inviting her in.
Just for the drink.
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Post by TARA COLEMAN on Feb 24, 2014 21:15:45 GMT
She couldn't help but smile a little bit, in feeling victorious, but it slipped from her face when she followed him into the penthouse.
It was just as unsettling to her as the last time, but at least she knew what to expect. The place didn't look very different. She felt like she had to step on tip-toe on her way to the kitchen, so she could set the bottle down on the counter and grip the edge for support.
"I didn't know what kind you liked." She said lamely. She wanted to ask about his scar, but she wasn't entitled to care where he got it or why. Somehow, though, that still didn't matter.
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Feb 25, 2014 5:48:02 GMT
He walked into the kitchen, pausing with his back to her. He loved attention, he loved when people looked at him and admired him because he was beautiful. Or, he had. Now he stood there with a lump in his throat and a hammering heart. He could feel her eyes on his back and it made his skin crawl. He was hesitating, he stood stupid and still before finally opening a cupboard and pulling out a set of glasses.
"I like everything." He said, and it came out flat. Angel put the glasses down and stood across from her, tracing the patterns in the counter's granite with his eyes. He didn't bother to fill the silence, only to helpl himself, to pour himself a drink. He felt too sober to speak.
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Post by TARA COLEMAN on Feb 28, 2014 2:12:24 GMT
She chews her lip while he helps himself, patient because she hadn't been invited over. Once she'd poured herself some and taken a sip - while holding back a cringe and carefully setting the glass back down - she crossed her arms and inspected the table. Now was a good a time as any to start asking questions.
"What happened?" She asked, looking back at him to read his expression. Maybe she shouldn't have been so direct.
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Mar 2, 2014 21:30:09 GMT
Angel let the drink burn, bitter and hot down his throat. He polished off the glass with a grimace, but licked the rest from his lips, as if to steel himself for what he knew was coming.
He knew it was coming, but it still hit him hard, her question. As well meaning, as simply curious as it was, he sneered back as if he'd been insulted. Angel stared at her coldly a moment while the alcohol settled at the pit of his stomach, heavy and warm. "Car wreck." He answered through gritted teeth, already reaching for the bottle, for a refill.
Wreck. That was a good fucking way to describe it, to describe Angel.
"Why are you here?"
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Post by TARA COLEMAN on Mar 12, 2014 19:18:52 GMT
What car wreck? It was on the tip of her tongue, but she smothered it with another sip. She figured that she'd answer his question and ask another, though nothing justified them taking turns. Somehow it felt like they had about as many rules as a slummy school playground.
"I felt like checking on you." Even she realized how crappy of a lie it was, but it was a better reason than coming over because she felt like it. That would imply friendship, she figured that as far as he was concerned, they weren't friends.
"How'd you get in a wreck?"
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Mar 30, 2014 2:56:48 GMT
His fingernails were long and unmanicured, drumming on the counter as he set down the glass and licked the aftertaste from his lips. He looked up at Tara with a curled lip, a look of disgust that had very little to do with the drink. After the last time they'd met, he didn't think she'd come back for more - he'd probably end up slurring insults at her again. The penthouse and gentleman boyfriend didn't change anything. He was still loud and drunk and crass, he was still the same garbage his father, their father, had thrown aside.
"I was in a car when it crashed, that's how a fucking car wreck happens." He looked back down at the glass, picking invisible dirt from his nails as he spoke. "What's it matter, anyways?" Angel muttered, picking up the bottle and refilling his glass to overflow. He wiped at it with a hand, licking off his fingers, pretending Tara wasn't there.
"Doesn't matter." He said, as if to himself, wiping his hand off on his shirt. Suddenly, he leaned forward towards Tara, slumping over the counter. "Doesn't matter, I'm getting married." He didn't sound happy, he didn't know why he was telling her. To make more petty jabs. To say more mean things. "Is daddy gonna walk me down the aisle?"
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Post by TARA COLEMAN on Mar 31, 2014 3:54:17 GMT
She should have expected him to skip context and go right to snark, but the fact that he came off as avoiding the subject altogether didn't help her mood. She was feeling less and less generous by the minute.
Her eyebrows raised to what felt like a mile high. Married? He didn't look much older than she was. But she just as soon realized that it probably didn't matter. If she could marry this young to someone with real money, she wouldn't be unhappy about it. Hence why she couldn't understand Angel's tone, his expression.
"Obviously not." She scoffed at him. "He's my dad." She let that sit in the air a few moments, while she processed her own words. It came crashing down, the feeling like she'd crossed a line. But, she rationalized, she couldn't have. He already knew it before she'd said it, right?
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Apr 5, 2014 3:24:01 GMT
He noticed the look of surprise that crossed her face, but his age didn't even cross his mind. People treated him like a child, he acted like one, but he didn't feel like a child. He wasn't. He'd been fucking and drinking like an adult since he was sixteen and Angel thought that made him grown. He didn't need Nevada, he needed his money. He didn't need anybody, especially not Tara and her stupid dad.
Hers. Angel didn't know why it struck him like it did, eyes narrowing though he tried to look unshaken. It wasn't like he didn't know it already - he didn't need her dad any more than he seemed to need Angel. It wasn't like he didn't deserve it, not after all the things he'd said. He had practically baited her into it, like he did with everybody. Angel pushed everyone to the edge, blamed everyone but himself. A coddled child.
He wasn't used to being around anyone like Tara, anyone so close to his age, so normal; he didn't know how to deal with her when he couldn't just bat his lashes and put a hand on her arm and flash her a smile and make things right.
Angel had nearly opened his mouth to speak, to ask, did she tell him?, but of course not. No, he was her secret. "Why are you here?" He snapped. She'd answered already, but it hadn't been a real answer. He still didn't know what the hell she wanted from him and it made him nervous.
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Post by TARA COLEMAN on Apr 5, 2014 7:41:47 GMT
Angel didn't look as shocked about Tara's statement as she felt, but somehow his hostility was preferred. At least it was something that she was getting used to dealing with, however crappy at dealing with it that she was.
She wanted to shrink away from the question altogether, physically fidgeting and averting her eyes to an appliance, the bottle, anywhere but his face. It didn't take much soul-searching to figure out that her feelings were sentimental and she didn't like that, even more so the fact that Angel wanted answers and she didn't want to give them.
But he probably wasn't going to believe whatever BS statement that she'd pluck from her brain, so the truth was her next best option. She chewed on the inside of her cheek and shrugged, spun the glass in front of her and tried to keep it casual. "We're siblings, and I'm curious about you." She almost grimaced as it came out - this wasn't some coming-of-age movie about finding your long-lost sibling and forming some fluffy, happy relationship. She didn't want to imply the idea that it was. "Are you really not interested in knowing anything about your sister? At all?
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Apr 13, 2014 3:20:06 GMT
She looked uncomfortable, and that was enough to straighten his spine and lift his head. To remember he had no reason to cower - maimed or not, he had Nevada, he had the penthouse and all its luxuries, there was no reason to bow his head and avoid her eyes.
She looked even more uncomfortable when she spoke, and Angel downed another drink before he said anything else. He set it down and set his jaw, tucking hair behind his ear. Angel was curious, morbidly, indignantly. He was bitter. He wanted to know all about her, what made her so special and different from him.
"How old are you?" He ventured. He still looked down at the glass, he didn't want to take Tara in his arms and forgive everything. He didn't know if he ever would, but he would ask his questions and fuel his hatred with her answers.
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Post by TARA COLEMAN on May 3, 2014 0:14:07 GMT
"I'll be eighteen in April." She doubted that she would have inquired about age as a first question, but it was a stepping stone, and baby steps seemed like the safest tactic right then.
They weren't too far apart in age, judging from his physicality, but if he was getting married he probably had to be at least had to be legal. That fact that he was and she wasn't made Tara a fraction angrier. She folded her arms and glared. "Is that it?"
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