Figured You Out- Party

[Apollo Erikson]

AND NOW I KNOW WHO YOU ARE
I T W A S N ' T T H A T H A R D T O F I G U R E Y O U O U T
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Apollo liked parties- unapologetically enjoyed the scene that they set, the drama they created. He liked being able to leave with any number of partners at the end of the night and not have to worry about whether or not he was expected to take them on dates the following evening. Liked the free flow of alcohol that always accompanied them. He liked the way that he got to spend a good deal more time getting ready than he normally did- bestfriend in tow. That was for other reasons though. He even liked watching said bestfriend disappear off with his own catch of the night, or catches as the case may be. It was why he was in such a particularly good mood right now, why he had absolutely no issue being the one to go procure drinks for the three of them that had just arrived, had separated himself from their little grouping to do so. Of course, he wasn't at all surprised when upon returning it was to find only the little elf standing where he'd left her, her eyes trained on the dance floor. It was, however, with some surprise that he noted her expression. In due fairness to him it wasn't one he'd ever seen her wear before, her cheeks were flushed at the tops and her eyes were... wistful almost. Shit if the little dwarf wasn't making him think in all sorts of strange expressions with that unidentifiable emotion lining her features. He'd seen her wear a lot of expressions, make a good number of faces for a good number of reasons, but it was the unfamiliarity which sat within him now. It was almost like she looked at the last of those raspberry filled dark chocolate things that Mikey's sister sent her every month- the one that she knew one of the wonder twins had called for themselves. It was wanting. And it was trained on a person, had to be with her looking out into the crowd. But she'd never wanted anyone here, not that he knew of- couldn't think why she'd ever have managed to hide it from the lot of them this long, or why she'd want to. At least, he couldn't until he found himself following that gaze, centering in on the curvy brunette pressed up so tightly against the boy she was watching. Because he'd thought, for a moment, that he might have had it wrong, that it was really the girl she was watching. It would make sense. But it made even more sense, sat more rightly within him, as he looked up again at their shared bestfriend, face turned down with a smirk at the girl he was grinding up against. He wasn't even sure when he'd dropped the three drinks he'd been carrying off on some surface, or just how long it took him to get to Annette. He knew he'd been watching her the whole time, watching the way her body shifted with each brush of her eyes over the other pair. He did know just when he grabbed her wrist though, just when she realized that he'd come back, her face flushing as she turned to him with a too toothy smile. He knew exactly when he pulled her after him, ignoring the called questions and speculative ways her fingers tightened around his. Noticed and ignored.

Because it made sense. So much fucking sense to him as he turned her before they'd even stopped walking, pulled her too small frame back into his, closer than he normally would have. Because he respected the dwarfish princess. On most days. Pulled her back against him and let his fingers glide down the skin of her arms, his eyes going back between the peripheral of her face that he got from this angle and the couple he'd turned her to face. “Does it bother you sweetheart? The way he's so obviously attracted to her and not you?” His lips brushed against the hair pressing to them, began moving against her as was expected considering where they were standing- hands gliding down as he watched her breathing speed up, watched her eyes widen as she caught on to just what he was implying, just what he was revealing he knew. He could have played it out longer, made it even more drawn out- but it was enough to see her pulse jump against her throat as she tried to move her head, tried to deny by avoiding the sight alone that it was true. No. That wasn't right. He had to look at it, so did she- he wanted to see her reactions when Mikey's hands dipped just that bit lower than they should have on the girl. His left hand moved quickly, just barely grazing the flesh on its way back up as he captured her chin within his fingertips, curled the digits around the pointed curve and pulled it back center. No, she'd watch. His lips curled up slightly, pressing his face into the crown of haiir beneath it, running his nose along the hairline behind the shell of her ear. ”Is that what you do elf? Watch him with those other girls and pretend its you?” There wasn't any shame in that. He did the same sometimes, pretended even that the body beneath his wasn't actually female at all. Of course it only worked when they were flipped face down into the mattress with their mouths against the bedding. But it worked still all the same. He let his fingers release slowly, stroking the skin they'd been holding and following a path down her throat, across her collarbones until he came to the junction of her arm, curving down to slide down her side, joining his other hand in curling around her hips.

He'd seen the other girl, he didn't even know her name- couldn't care to- look over several times now, her glances becoming more frequent as they both appeared to keep watching her. As if she was worth it at all. His lips curled, half smirk flitting across them as the laughter moved through his chest, low in the back of his throat as a familiar pair of curls started to turn. It hadn't been his intention- to start with, wasn't sure just what it was that possessed him to flip Annette around and pull her up more firmly against him. Wasn't sure why his lips lay claim to hers so possessively. Surprising almost. More so when her hands came up to thread into his hair, opening the slightest bit under the punishing force he'd plied her with.

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WORDS :: gasdfa
TAGS :: party goers
OUTFIT :: ~~~~
NOTES :: all the fuckery
CREDZ :: Song is "Perfect Day" by Collective Soul (ftw?). This template was made by the uh-may-zing (just kidding) xreebear of caution two-point-oh. Please don't steal and or use without credit (so.. steal).

[Michael Wilde]

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What the hell was she looking at? There couldn't be anything in this room that should have been stealing her attention from him in this moment. Not a damned thing. He had to see what it was, of course he was going to look where she was. If for no other reason than to shame her for making him feel neglected. It was enough to make him want to walk away, make her work for it just a little. Only...he couldn't stop staring once he'd seen it either. Double take. Triple take. What the hell had just happened? His best mate and his...brothers best mate? He might have been high off of his ass right now, but he knew what he was seeing. The drugs would have only made him hallucinate what he wanted to be seeing. He certainly didn't want to be seeing that. No. his hands moved from the girls' hips, palms pressing into his eyes, that should do it. When they opened again, it was still happening. Why elf, why? More importantly...why Apollo, why? Stupid, Greek bastard. He wouldn't be able to stop Daniel or Scott, he was earning whatever was going to come from this. The two didn't like it whenever Annie was messed with, he learned that the hard way. He wouldn't ever tell Apollo what to do, wasn't in his nature, he had always just tended to go with the flow...but this flow wasn't right. Had they been trying to make him the third wheel? They knew that wouldn't have worked. Knew that he wouldn't have accepted that role...he had already broken off after all. Found his own dancing partner. It wasn't even that they were standing so close together that bothered him, wasn't even that they were dancing or talking...it was the kissing. Were they together and just hadn't felt the need to tell him? After all of the things Apollo had said about her? After what all she had said about Apollo? Just didn't make any sense. Free love. He was all about free love. He just...wouldn't have thought that these two would have been banging it out together. He couldn't watch that. It was all too unsettling. His face turned forward again, dipping the girl in his arms to regain her attention. It should have always been on him. His attention. His lower lip running a trail against her skin from sternum to neck as he raised her back up, there. Attention.

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S tatus: Done
T Party Folk
O utfit: idk. something.
N otes: 6th year
C redit: template by Marv of A Thousand Fireflies
L yrics: Here By Me by 3 Doors Down

[Annette Andres]

I'MTRYINGTODOMYBEST

YESIKNOWTHATFAILUREISALESSON,I'VEBEENGUESSING

A N D S T R E S S I N G A N D T R Y I N G T O M A K E U P M Y D E C I S I O N

Hands pushed at her shoulders, turning her around to face the couple that was dancing just a few feet across the dance floor, sliding down her arms slowly, pulling her back into the solid frame with ease. It was hardly the first time she'd danced with him, hardly the first time that she'd been this close with him at all. It was different now, charged- the way that he'd dragged her out here from where she'd been standing, eyes narrowed in a way that seemed way to assessing for her to take lightly. But they were just dancing? Right? That's what this was. Only the plains of his stomach pressing into her back were harder than normal, the way he was practically lifting her even in the too tall heels she'd worn to this thing in the first place.. The way he'd turned her to face them. Mikey and the girl who had come up and crooked her finger to get him to follow. The fact that that was all it even took... She tried turning her head away, moving her eyes to the side, but suddenly there was a hand at her chin- holding it up, forcing it back as the body behind her bowed, bent until his breath was hot in her ear. “Does it bother you sweetheart? The way he's so obviously attracted to her and not you?” Her own breath seemed to pick up, brain racing to process the words even as she followed the movement he was making with his hips, even as she tried to keep up to all the different things crowding her body right now. Something twisted within her stomach, knotting it up as she set her jaw, the realization that she'd been caught out- that he knew settling over her. No- flubbergobblets- no, he of all the people who could have found out... her heartbeat erratically as she felt the nose in her hair shift, pushing harder against the tendrils of auburn hair until he was practically at her neck. ”Is that what you do elf? Watch him with those other girls and pretend its you?” The hand slid down her chin, the column of her throat- fingers sliding across her breast bone and over the curves of her side. No, she should have looked away now, she had the opportunity. But it was like she was frozen- frozen as the body behind her chuckled. Frozen as the eyes of the girl who had come calling locked on hers, lips moving with a quizzical expression on her face. Frozen up until the moment that his head started to turn in their direction. Would have remained frozen if the hands holding her hadn't spun her suddenly, lifting her up off the ground entirely and crashing lips unforgiving against her own.

It should have hurt, the way his lips slanted over her own- and on some level she could acknowledge that it did, the force behind it was harder than she'd been kissed with in her limited experience before this. Was more like he was trying to impart something on her than actually kiss her, but her lips opened anyways, parted just the slightest bit to let his slide in the cracks, moving in an unfamiliar pattern. She didn't want to kiss Apollo, a part of her brain could still register that it was who she was being pulled up by, hands at her hip and thigh almost pressed between her own holding her up at the angle he'd forced her to. She didn't look at Apollo like that. Didn't really look at anyone like that next to- nope, nope, nope. Just thinking his name had her thinking of the position she'd just seen him in, bent practically over the other girl- and that had her lips moving back, not just parting, but pressing into the pair over hers. She'd tried dating. She liked Cole, had liked the attention he paid her and the way he'd made her laugh. She'd been his friend before after all. But then- she'd known it had an expiration date, just as any relationship she might ever get into would. All Mikey had to do was make a big enough fuss over it, enough comments made, guilt trips laid and she always gave in. Because it was Mikey. And she had absolutely zero freaking will power when it came to that man. And maybe that was part of her problem now, fingers curling into the fabric of Apollo's shoulders as he tilted his head, tongue glancing along her lower lip, running the line that separated his lips from hers. Maybe it was because Mikey was just over there and hadn't thought twice about following that girl without even looking back at her- which would have been unheard of. He never looked at her before that- never noticed that it bothered her. He was just- a stupid, jerky, dense giant. He just didn't know. And it was better that way. But Apollo knew- Apollo had seen somehow. She'd let her guard down just long enough or something. Her defenses were fried enough, even if she hadn't felt about Cole the ay she did Mikey, she'd still liked him. And the pressure that came to break up with him followed by the actual break up so recently... maybe she'd just looked too long, or looked too obviously. Or she'd just let her guard down like she'd originally thought. She hadn't been expecting Apollo to return so quickly, she'd seen him being chatted up at the drink table, seen him leaning into that other girl. She'd thought that meant he'd be occupied for much longer. But he'd been back so quickly, and looked at her so... ponderously. Like he could see through her and dissect the one real secret she had from the two men she spent the majority of her time with. It all wound its way up inside of her, pushing- pressing against everything, threatening to overwhelm her and she found her lips opening in a gasp of pain. Not from the kiss, or the bruising grip at her waist now. But the pain, lodged in her chest, because Apollo may be kissing her- but it wasn't really her he was kissing, and it wasn't Apollo she was thinking about while he was kissing her anyways, wasn't Apollo's lips over her own that she wanted so bad. Her fingers uncurled pushing against his shoulders, feet wiggling with the knowledge that she'd been lifted completely off of the ground, her lips slamming closed as she tried to pull back from the hold. It took maybe a minute for him to release her, though she felt like it had been much longer, a minute for her to fall to her feet with the back of her hand pressing over her lips as she looked up at him wide-eyed, the tears already gathering behind her lower lashes threatening to spill over, the same implacable mask she'd seen him wear so many times before falling over his features as he looked down at her. “I didn't think you'd be the kind of person to hurt someone just because you could,” her voice was soft pitched, almost too much so in the loud space they were in, but he obviously heard her, his eyes narrowing. ”And I didn't peg you for a liar beanie,” The nickname sounded so wrong on his lips, with that derision that she took a step back, shaking her head once before she turned on her heel and ran- ran away from the whole confusing mess. She knew in the morning it would be worse- Mikey would be angry. He'd know. Apollo would have told him and everything would just be... everything would be awful.

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tagg ?! Mikey, Apollo
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[Apollo Erikson]

AND NOW I KNOW WHO YOU ARE
I T W A S N ' T T H A T H A R D T O F I G U R E Y O U O U T
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He wasn't sure what had possessed him, whether it had been his intention since he'd seen that look on her face or if it had just been a spur of the moment decision- his own brain was moving too quickly for him to acknowledge every thought that passed through his mind. He'd never seen the elf as a girl, not really- I mean, he'd made those jokes, once she'd started dating Cole... Had wondered why it was that she hadn't slept with either himself or Mikey- because if she was capable of it they should have been her first choice. But even then he hadn't found her attractive. Not really. And not because she wasn't- but just because.. she was Annette- she was the same girl who Mikey had to pry out from behind him the first time they'd been introduced and thinking of her as something else was just weird. Especially considering that there were so very few females in this castle that he could think about beyond being a sexual object at all. Because he didn't 'date' like Mikey did. He didn't confuse the fact that he wanted to be inside of them with some deeper sort of emotional claim. There was one person he had the both of those with, but the timing wasn't right, wasn't ever quite ready. And the implications needed so much more careful planning before anything could be brought to fruition. So many steps to be made before it could even be reached. But looking at her face like that, directed at Mikey had shifted his perspective of her, had given a new light to that blush in her cheeks and made her attractive in a whole other way. Not just that she was pretty, or that he could have sex with her. It made her … something else. Watching her features as she watched Mikey, watching the reactions he'd never even known her to possess for the man. It was enlivening. Awakening. Annette wasn't a girl to Mikey, he'd been bothered just by the change in her uniforms, in the fact that she looked so much more like a female in them than the average student. Annettte was special to him, because she was his friend- He couldn't ever look at Annette like another girl, like the one he was dancing with now, and the knowledge that that brought with it was staggering. Enough to make Annette desirable as he moved his lips over her own, as her hands slid through his hair and back down to his shoulders. He could feel his fingers at her hips curling deeper, pressing into the fabric covered flesh and – digging. Feel the slide of his palms up over them as they slid to her waist, lifting her further up from the ground until not even her toes edged it so that he could run his tongue along the seam of her lips, over the plump of flesh that was her lower lip. She was so tiny, and so different from the girls he normally took back to his dorm with him. The fact that she was probably thinking about Mikey only made it worse, that opening of her lips as it occurred to him, his hands almost entirely encircling her little form. Things clicking into place, like little doors in his mind, making the fact that she had responded at all all the more enjoyable. Of course he didn't expect her to continue, knew there would be a point she freaked out. She was Annie after all. It took him a moment though, his shoulders not budging beneath the limited force her hands were pressing to it, lips pressing harder down upon her own still until her lips closed against his, until he felt the movement leak out of her- his hands dropping to deposit her back to the ground before he removed them, not that it was likely that she had noticed with the way she was looking up at him, her hand on her mouth as if she couldn't quite believe that had happened. Well that was fine. That made two of them. But it had, and that opened up any manner of things into the realm of possibility, his head cocking to the side as he looked at her in appraisal.

She didn't just like Mikey, hadn't been a sudden realization she'd come to on the edge of that dance floor- she'd looked too... too much, she'd reacted too quickly in trying to cover it up. She loved him. She had to with the way she'd tried to turn away from even looking at him with that girl. Pretty girl even, she might have fit his purposes for his earlier planning. Might have had this not happened. He hadn't accredited her with the ability to hide that though, hadn't ever even suspected after he'd begun to hang out with the both of them on a regular basis. But it explained... so much. Made so much more sense. “I didn't think you'd be the kind of person to hurt someone just because you could.” Hurt her? He was going to fix her. His eyes slanted, looking down at the tears threatening to spill over onto her cheeks. Hurt her. How could he possibly hurt her more than she'd been hurting herself? He snorted, very nearly rolling his eyes as he watched the first tear leak out of the corner of her eye. ”And I didn't peg you for a liar beanie.” The visible blanching at the final acidic rendering of her nickname almost making him raise a brow, almost- but she had already turned on her heel and pushed through the bodies, already let more tears escape out of her damned blue eyes as she ran away. Like she could escape the problem just by hiding. Bullshit. He didn't know how long he'd just been standing there, not long enough to attract any undue attention at least, his head coming up to look at the man who'd started all of this- watch the curls rotate- met his gaze and... smirked, let the curl of his lips stretch over his face as he let one single brow raise, holding the gaze for as long as it took for the beat to drop before expertly removing himself from the crush of bodies- making his way out of the dancing and back to the drinks table, carefully keeping his eyes away from the area he'd just vacated.

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WORDS :: gasdfa
TAGS :: party goers
OUTFIT :: ~~~~
NOTES :: all the fuckery
CREDZ :: Song is "Perfect Day" by Collective Soul (ftw?). This template was made by the uh-may-zing (just kidding) xreebear of caution two-point-oh. Please don't steal and or use without credit (so.. steal).