Round 2? --Darius

[Crissatha Pandora]

Cris always knew what she wanted. Well, okay, not really, she usually knew what she wanted at least. And sometimes she just knew when to give into that craving in her gut that told her just what she wanted. It was easier than fighting it. Cris hardly ever bothered to fight it because what was the point in that? The only time she had fought it was when she was depressed and part of her wanted to off herself to stop hurting, because that would have been a horrible idea and the other part of her knew that.

Lately, however, there was only one thing that her gut wanted. It was a simple want, a simple desire. Sex, and lots of it.

Speaking of desire, there was one man that she very much so wanted to see for it. Darius Night himself, the man rumored to know your deepest desire just from a touch. Not that she actually wanted to know what the fuck her desire was, because knowing her it would be screwed up, but thinking about desires brought her mind, very logically, towards him. And the fact that he could damn well give her want she wanted, even if it wasn’t a desire or whatever.

They had done it before after all. A lazy smile settled on her lips. Oh yes, they had done it before, and it had been all the things you wanted from a one time fling. Not that it would be a one time thing after this, of course. Well, not a one time if he agreed. But Cris had no doubt that he would agree. Why wouldn’t he? It had been fucking awesome the first time, so there was nothing wrong with a second go round.

Their minds both worked the same way when it had come to this, the first time had proved it. No special little attachments need apply. They had met, she had implied she wanted sex, he had agreed, they had done the deed, they had parted and not seen each other since. No ceremony, no big deal, just good old fashioned sex. The way she liked it. The way that it used to be for her before she started screwing up by thinking about getting all attached and adding meaning to her romantic encounters because she had gotten soft and attached to a male. Who did shit like that?

Normal people. But that was besides the point.

She was Crissatha fucking Pandora. She had a reputation for a reason, and it had certainly stuck with her. Her recent influx of sexual encounters had proved that. Had proved that even though she had stopped in order to have a relationship, her usual boys had counted on it not lasting and had happily taken her back, sexually wise, when it had ended. It was a wonderful thing, that reputation that she had built up for herself. It had come in handy, at the very least, when she had wanted it most. Like now.

Darius, however, she didn’t need a reputation, though she was positive that it had helped the first time around. They had done it, and enjoyed themselves. And she had a feeling this urge in her gut was something that only a fellow expert could help her get rid of, it was big enough…and so was he. She smirked slightly at the thought of that. Yeah, definitely big enough. She cracked herself up sometimes, just sometimes. She paused and wondered if he was up, but he was a fellow red—because she refused to consider the Mark on her ankle. They were both usually up at this time, middle of the night and all.

Taking into consideration what exactly it was that she wanted to do, she dressed for the day ahead accordingly. She had just taken a shower so she wrung out her black and violet hair and ran a brush through its still damp masses before giving up with that and moving on to getting dressed. She didn’t bother with the tank top that she usually used as a bra—because what was the point of that?—and instead tossed on a shirt that she usually wore, one of her over sized ones. One of her less boring pair of panties followed that, and then a pair of ripped up jeans. She was back in her own room, currently a single because she needed that, and had access to all of her wardrobe again.

It was nice to have access to it all.

Getting into the boy’s dorms was easy pickings as well. She had been living here for the past couple of weeks, after all, no one expected to stop her. They all practically expected her to be there. It was easy as hell to get past notice and slip down the hall to where she knew Darius’s room to be. How did she know? Because he roomed with Seth, who had broken Seph’s heart but they had been together long enough that Cris had learned where he lived and, by relation, where Darius lived. No problem involved, just a simple walk down the damn hall.

Getting there, she leaned against the wall slightly and knocked lazily. ”Knock, knock!” she called as she did, smirking slightly to herself. And if Darius wasn’t there, well at least she could kick Seth’s ass before she headed out to figure out where he could be.

Words: 924
Muse: Blech
Comments: Not my best, sorry luv

[Darius Night]

Darius was bored. That was all he had been lately. Bored, you know what that is? Really fucking boring. At least that was what Darius had been thinking to himself as he laid there in the room he shared with his supposed best friend. There was absolutely nothing to do lately, and no one to do either. Darius sighed. His job with Julian was over for the time being, Who knew what that guy was doing with himself for crying out loud and he had basically almost had sex with every single girl of his liking at this school at least once. What the hell was a guy to do? He wanted to go out, he wanted to have fun even but there was just nothing to do and no one to do it with.

He turned his attention to the lump in the bed next to his. Pathetic, Darius thought to himself as he looked at his best friend. His best friend was not looking like his best friend these days, Hell if he was to be honest his best friend hadn't looked like himself in ages, but he was even worse now. Darius sighed again. It was all Sephora Taryn's fault. Seth had taken her up as one of his challenges even though he had told him not to. He had told him that it would never work. Darius had been wrong about that part, he could admit that. It would, all too well. Seth had instead of just leaving the girl after he slept with her like any sensible guy would do , had started a relationship of sorts with her. He had just kept it going. Darius had been pissed. He could see it happening, he could see his best friend falling in love with this fucking chick, so he did the only thing a best bud could do for a guy who had no idea what he was doing.

He did something about it.

Julian had seen this all going on while Seth and he had been working for him. So when Julian had said that he had a plan to make sure that Seth wouldn't be prey to that chick anymore he had jumped at the chance to help. He was doing Seth a favor, he didn't need to be in love. He needed to sleep around and have a good time, he had just lost sight of that somewhere. So when Julian had told him to make sure that Seth didn't know that Sephora would be there, that he didn't know anything about it. Darius had made sure. He had helped Julian because he had thought that once Sephora was out of the way it would make Seth better. He was wrong. If the lifeless lump in the bed was any indication, he was completely and utterly wrong.

Seth had become just a shadow. Something he had seen but never heard because he was never there and if he was he was out like a light no matter what time it was. Darius wanted his friend back still. Seth never told him what had happened that night and Darius didn't expect him too. He had seen the bloody knife and how Julian's office had looked after whatever had went one. Maybe one day Darius would ask him but for now he figured he would better off just leaving it alone.

He shook his head, it didn't matter either way though. He was still bored and that lump over there was definitely not going to help him not be bored. He stretched a little on his bed. He was laying there shirtless with his necklace hanging out. It didn't matter no one would see it because no one was there. He was in black jeans and had on no shoe because he simply had no where to go. What he could really use was a good lay...he smirked a bit.

That would be awesome right now, some lovely girl to do dirty things too. He sighed but he had slept with most girls he wanted too at least once already. What would be the point? Almost none of them were worthy enough on the fuck scale for him to actually get up and go after again...it was too much effort...then again...he had been sitting there wishing that he had had something to do...

He sat up and looked out the window. It was the middle of the night, they're would definitely be some girls up who were feeling lonely and wanted some sexual company. So he stood and put on some big steel toe boots. What the hell right? There wasn't much else he could do and sex was always a good thing.

He stretched a bit and that was when he heard something. A knock and someone speaking, Who the hell could that be? They very rarely had visitors so when they did Darius was a tad suspicious. He walked over to the door and simply pulled it open and he grinned instantly. Cris. Now there was a sight for sore eyes. Why hadn't he thought of her sooner? She was definitely high on the let's fuck again scale.

He grinned and leaned against the door frame happily. He was glad that he hadn't yet put a shirt on. "Cris...what a pleasant surprise....I had just been about to put on a shirt...but now that your here....Won't you come in? he said stepping aside with a grin. Oh yes. Now he wasn't going to bored. He was going to have the time of his life, at least if previous meetings were anything to go by and he had a feeling that they were.

Words: 980
Muse: good for some odd reason
Notes: I never have darius muse lol

[Crissatha Pandora]

Cris found it almost laughably easy to get into the boy’s dorms. She accredited that to the fact that she had practically been living in the boy’s dorms for the past while, it was bound to be because of that. Face facts, the people here had gotten used to seeing her on those rare occasions that she had actually managed to leave Lux’s room without him—which had been rare considering what a horrible mess she had been—so they weren’t surprised by her presense.

Though perhaps surprised by her attitude.

She noticed as much when the slight looks of surprise started going her way after she smirked and waved a little at a boy that she knew. What? Was it that bizarre that she might actually manage to be happy? That was sad if it was. She knew she had been a totally fucked up chick the past few weeks, but everyone eventually had to get better, didn’t they? Not that she was really all that much better, she had just transferred her vices and decided she wasn’t going to be moping around anymore, because she didn’t like living that way. So instead she had iced herself off, put on the face that everyone was used to seeing from her, and gone out to amuse herself with males.

And towards the top on her list, of course, was Darius. He was honestly one of the best she had ever gone at it with, possibly only seconded by Lux, but Lux practically lived his life that way, she doubted that anyone could beat Lux in that regard. But that was so besides the point right now. What was important was getting back to the point at hand, getting over to Darius so that way she could get him to scratch the itch that was deep in her gut. She doubted he would say no, why would he? They had had a damn good time last time, so why not?

That was why she was going to him, wasn’t it? She made her way to his room, made easier by the fact that he was on the first floor. She also knew just where she was going thanks to the fact that Seph had dated Seth. She frowned slightly. Asshole. She should kick him a time or two if he was there. She didn’t approve of him in that moment. He had made Seph happy and then he had turned out to be an asshole, and now she was a lump in her room that wouldn’t come out. She should kick him. Or toss him in a room with the asshole who had made her a lump in Lux’s room for a while and kick both of him. The image pacified her for the moment.

She knocked on Darius’s door and was very pleased with the image that greeted her. ”Well hello” she said, with an amused shirt, not hiding her appreciation of his bare chest or the way that she looked over it before coming back to his face. She crossed her arms slightly, just under her chest, forgetting the fact that she had decided not to bother with any semblance of a bra. She hadn’t been wearing one the last time they had met either, so it wasn’t a big deal. She was pretty sure he probably thought that was her usual state of being as it was. She didn’t mind him thinking that either, honestly. She knew other girls would get offended, but Cris was a kind all her own. Not a whore, but a girl who knew what she wanted.

He called seeing her a pleasant surprise, and then commented on the fact that basically with her here he didn’t need to put on a shirt and she smirked, amused. Well good, if he knew why she was here, then there was no need for the pleasantries. She knew he would know, they both operated in the same way and they had had their fun the last time that they had met. It was all good, no reason to explain what they wanted to each other. It was perfectly clear. Wonderful.

She entered the room when he offered. ”Well thank you, what a gentleman” she teased as she breezed past him to enter his room, grinning at him over her shoulder.

She rolled her eyes when she saw the lump that she assumed was Seth in the corner and decided to go about ignoring him because otherwise she wouldn’t be in the mood anymore and that would kill all of her fun. She wondered if he intended to do anything with his roommate asleep on the other side. She wouldn’t care much, he was asleep after all and the reds slept like the dead, but still that was a tad odd. She bent to scratch the pretty little gray tabby who was hanging out on his side of the room. But then she turned towards Darius with a little grin.

She didn’t move, didn’t say anything, because she was wondering if he would make the first move. She wasn’t exactly playing the power games that they had amused themselves with last time, but at the same time that was exactly what she was doing, waiting to see who would make the first move for the power of it, or who would try to outdo who.

Words: 931
Muse: There
Comments: Not my best...again. -_- but okay!