Very Scary Lady (Seph)

[Seth Horus]

So, apparently Seth was currently being pathetic. Not that he doubted that, honestly. He knew that it was probably entirely true with the way he had been acting lately. He knew that he had been entirely off these past few weeks but could you blame him? If you asked Seth, yes you could. He blamed himself for everything that happened in the past to cause him to be like this. It was his own fault for failing her and being entirely stupid. He was the only one that he could blame for what had happened recently in his life.

But his best friend and roommate, Darius, apparently did not agree with him. He knew that the other red fledgling wouldn’t. Whereas Seth had allowed his horrible morals to waver and be replaced slightly with better ones due to his relationship with Sephora, Darius had never wavered once. He was darker than Seth in many ways and honestly didn’t care. Part of Seth missed those days, when he was an asshole for no reason and saw no reason to feel bad about it. A conscience was just causing him to have serious issues over here, doing things like caring.

Anyway, Darius had decided that Seth had been moping long enough, and that he seriously needed to get his balls out of Sephora’s easy bake oven. They were done, obviously, so it was time for him to cheer up and move on. Seth didn’t really blame him for being sick of seeing Seth constantly just laying there in bed doing nothing but mope about how badly he had screwed shit up, but he also didn’t blame himself for moping. He had done something so horrible, so stupid, so unforgivable…he had fallen in love, and then he had lost her through his own stupidity.

But when Darius suggested they get good and drunk to cheer him up, Seth was far from opposed to that idea. That was something that he entirely approved of because maybe then he would stop fucking thinking. Maybe then he would be able to get himself to get back to the way he was, back to just fucking them and not caring about them, back to his challenges. Maybe, as much as the idea made him want to crawl under his bed and never come out, he would be able to forget about the fact that he had ever known love. And he could forget about Julian’s threat on her life if he ever really told her what had happened that night and how he felt. Maybe then he could be himself again, the asshole he missed.

Or was that not really true? He had begun to wonder that constantly lately. It was enough to drive him insane.

Either way, getting good and drunk seemed like a blessing to him. He could stop thinking and just let go. He could act like an idiot and have an excuse for it. So, with no real effort at all being that the shit was everywhere, Seth and Darius had acquired a few, well probably more like a dozen, bottles of alcohol with blood infused into them so that they could actually get good and drunk. Being that both were red fledglings, it didn’t really surprise Seth that it took all of the bottles, or at least his half, to get him damn well drunk. And, to be honest, Seth could be a serious idiot when he was drunk.

He did things that many would probably see as incredibly stupid. And tonight was no exception to that rule, apparently.

He had seen Seph recently, on accident, so she was still fresh in his mind, even through his entire bout of drinking, she had not been far from his mind. Not her wounded eyes, not her hope that had been dashed when he had answered her question with the safe answer so that way she wouldn’t get hurt by Julian who would probably kill her, but instead just him who would make her want to be dead probably because he was breaking her heart. He didn’t mean to break her heart! Honest, it just happened. He wasn’t even sure how it had happened really. One moment she had been a tiny kitten! Then the next there she was, in front of him!

Like magic.

The thought made him grin but then he shook his head, his golden hair flopping about messily across his face before he pushed it away. He shouldn’t be grinning, that had been a sad night, a very sad night indeed. But Seth tended to be a slightly happy drunk, though being incredibly sad before getting drunk was killing the happy buzz of course, now he felt slightly…odd. He wasn’t sure how else to describe it. But he was also incredibly determined to do…something. He wasn’t sure what.

But when his eyes alighted upon her mother’s necklace that sat on his dresser, he knew just what he was determined to do! It would have been a stupid idea had he been sober, but he quite honestly was not. Obviously. One glance his way would tell even someone with a low I.Q. that. Though he wasn’t that bad at hiding it, as long as he didn’t speak, so who knew. He didn’t waver in his movements, only in his speech. SO he was probably about to make a fool of himself, knowing him.

This was her mother’s necklace though. Something that he knew meant so much to her, something she never took off ever as long as he had known her. It even stayed on her when she went all fuzzy. He grinned a bit at the idea of her going all fuzzy, mostly because he knew the state she was in after going all fuzzy. He forced himself to think straight though. She loved this necklace, but when she had turned into a very teeny tiny kitty, she had lost it. And Julian had found it. And being the bastard he was, he had given it to Seth to return. Irrationally, he growled at the idea. He didn’t like Julian.

Anyway, he had been trying for so long to give it back to her, but he chickened out every time.

He was a chicken. A clucking chicken. No, a fucking chicken. But he would do it now! He brightened a bit at the thought and stood, now with renewed purpose in life. He would give this back to her right now. He scooped it off the dresser, and without waiting to see how Darius would react to this idea, he was off into the night. He would get this back to her right now! While he was drunk and thus had courage! Didn’t they call it liquid courage?

Yes!

He was grinning like a fool until he reminded himself again that this was serious business. Then when he was half way there he paused. And looked down at himself. He had forgotten a shirt. How on earth had he forgotten his shirt? She wasn’t going to liiiike that, no, she probably wouldn’t, not one bit. She wasn’t happy with him at all. And he should probably be wearing a shirt to go see her. But he didn’t feel like turning back at all, so he just shrugged and continued walking to the girl’s dorm. Once there, it was easy enough to get to her room, he had snuck in the window enough times because she lived on the first floor. He didn’t even notice all the girls staring at him, and his abs, and arms, with his shirt off. He was a man on a mission!

He was determined to get it back to her this time. No one would be making bets, no sir, not this time. He would do it and he would feel better afterwards because he needed to feel better because he was sick of feeling like crap. And also because it would mean she had her necklace back with her and he really wanted her to have it back. He wanted her to feel better more than he wanted himself to feel better after all.

He knocked on her door once he reached it, hoping that it was her that was in not her roommate, and whispered for her. ”Beeeeeautyyyyy?” he called in what was supposed to be a whisper. He forgot she probably didn’t want to be called that anymore. He just wanted to make her smile if he could. Please?

Words: 1465
Comments: He's a weeeeeird drunk
Muse: Epical

[Sephora Taryn]

Dear Journal, things have been so hard since Seth and I, Since you know who and I have gone our separate ways. This is how low I have fallen, cus you and I both know that I don't like writing in you, it makes me feel weak, nor do I like treating you like an actually person when you are so not because people do not have pages or anything like that...What am I saying? It is just so hard without him. I didn't imagine that things would be like this but I am just completely fucking stuck aren't I?


All at once, with that last scribble, Seph slammed her little journal closed and then tossed it underneath her bed. She was zapped back into the real world, where she couldn't just scribble something out in her life and then it would go away. No Seph was here, stuck with grim reality that she could not run from, no matter what kind of pages she decided to hide in, whether it be her journal that Raine had got her, or a novel she had tried reading. She chanced a glance over to a discarded book that was laying on the floor, it lay half open like no one cared about it. Seph cared about it of course, but she had just thrown it out of sheer frustration because no matter what she did, She could not escape her thoughts. She could not escape the truth, no book heroines could help her out here, she was utterly alone.

So she had decided to take a shower, she figured that she might be able to just wash away everything even though she knew that it wouldn't work, she had tried so many times before when all of this had first started, but that didn't matter much at that moment. Seph had spent an hour in the shower before she realized that not only was this not going to work, it was making her hands become pruned from all of the saturation, so she had wrapped her towel around her and went right back to her room. She had dried off and dressed and sat down and tried to write.

Here she was, hair still completely wet and laying down one of her shoulders from the shower, and in nothing but a shirt. She looked down at it and had mixed feelings. She frowned a little but at the same time, there was a fondness spreading within her when she looked down at it. The shirt was Seth's. She had taken a great many of his shirts over the course of the time when they had been together. She had pretended that she was going to give them back all the time, but the fact of the matter was Seph was never going to give them back. She would sleep in them that night, because the scent of him would comfort her...

Admitting that almost made her sick, she frowned deeper and turned her attention away from the shirt. She didn't need to sit her and make herself sick with how pathetic she was. Her blue eyes looked dully out into the middle distance as she tried so hard not to think of the nights when she fell asleep so happy because of the fact that she could sleep in his shirt. She had accumulated a few of them, so on nights when she knew Raine would be getting back late or not coming back at all for whatever Reason, Seph would throw on Seth's shirt for comfort, pathetic comfort.

She shook her head and stood, feeling the urge to just pace. She really shouldn't be mourning the loss of him even though she still was. It was all his fault anyway, he had made it clear that she was not something that he wanted now or ever, so why should sit there and mope about someone who had never even cared in the first place? Wasn't stupidity supposed to be doing the same thing and expecting different results? No different results would come from the events that had already transpired, it was all already set in stone unfortunately.

Even though she had seen Seth, she frowned and cringed at the thought. Oh she had seen him alright, she had seen him weeks ago after it happened. They had fought and she had actually hit him which was something Seph never though she would be capable of doing since all she ever did was long to be around him and touch him. Things still did not go well though, no things had not gone well at all. In the end Seph had run off heartbroken, perhaps more so then she had been with no comfort at all. She didn't even have her mothers necklace because she had lost it in the blasted fucking nightmare house.

She ran a hand through her wet tangled hair and tugged down on her shirt a little, not that it was going to cover much anyway. She sighed. Even though she did not have her mothers necklace, everything would still be okay, she was sure that everything would be just fine, even if she was also heart broken and alone wanting desperately to jump out the window...not that it would have done any good being that it was a first floor room but the sentiment still stood.

She sighed and was going to decide to try and clean up Raine's side of the room as to take her mind off of this whole mess but when she did she heard a knock and a muffled sounding voice coming from the door. Now who the hell could that be? She thought as she padded her way barefoot over to the door so that she could see who it was. Seph didn't get visitors much anymore,

When she opened the door, she was stunned. She literally stood and there and just looked at him. What the hell was he doing here? She gulped a little and looked at him, taking in the whole picture of him as he stood there, Same hair, eyes and beautiful body all there for her to see. She frowned, she wished that he would have a shirt on. It would make it a lot easier to remember all of the pain that he caused if he wad completely clothed and she was not getting completely distracted by his extremely impressive physique.

"Seth? What are you doing here?"she asked in a small voice. She had intended for it to come out much bigger, but she noted that a lot of things she intended had not come true around him. She frowned, what was he doing here though? She moved backward not so much voluntarily, but it was more do to the fact that her body was responding to the Seth it knew, and the Seth that it missed, and lets face it, She would be lying if she had said that she didn't miss him because she knew that she did.

Seph looked at him then and noticed something off about him, with the conversation that they had recently she did not think she would be seeing him like this at all at this time, or at any time really. He looked sorta happy, she frowned. Had he come to gloat that he found someone better than her or something? She gulped trying not to anger, she did not want to wake the snow leopard anymore than anyone else.


"Was there something you needed?"she asked again, it was more code for please tell me you are here for something good. Seph didn't dare get her hopes up about it though, there was no way that any of this would be good.

Words: 1328
Muse: Awwwesomee
Notes: Shes just in his shirt. Tehe.

[Seth Horus]

Seth was drunk. There was absolutely no question about that whatsoever. He was so far gone that he should have probably stayed back in his room because he was most likely about to make a fool out of himself and possibly ruin the very, very slim chance he had of getting back together with Seph. The person, the sane person, that lived inside of his mind knew this. But the boy was drunk and he was fully aware of this. So he was probably about to make himself sorry that he had come here, he would probably make a fool of himself.

Oh well.

He had made his way to the girl’s dorm, minus a shirt might I add, and had easily made his way to Seph’s bedroom. He hadn’t even noticed the other girl’s staring at him. He had a body, this was a fact he was very aware of. He didn’t have muscles for miles like his best friend, but he had a damn good physique and he was fully aware of it normally. But right now, he was on a mission that he was determined to complete. He was going to attempt to put things right, at least a little bit.

And this started, in his mind, by giving her back her necklace. The necklace that Julian had given him to give back to her. Because he had a sick and twisted mind like that, that black fledgling. That and he had demanded Seth tell her nothing, which had had him stuck in this limbo with her. Wanting to tell her the truth but too worried that she would be killed to actually tell her a thing. He wished he could, but that wasn’t the point of today! The point of today was to get her her necklace back!

He grinned a bit but then remembered, yet again, that this was supposed to be serious. He knocked on her door and whispered to her through the door, calling her Beauty. Well, he thought that it was a whisper, but it was probably a lot louder than a whisper. He just wanted to get her back her necklace, he had forgotten that he wasn’t supposed to call her that anymore. He really, also, should probably not be drinking anymore either. It made him such a fool, if this little trip of his was evidence of anything at all.

She opened the door a moment later and just looked at him and he returned the favor, blinking. He looked her up and down, unable to resist. He had such an appreciation for her body, anyone with eyes would. She was gorgeous. And drop dead beautiful. Dark hair, beautiful eyes, wonderful body and he could see so much of her legs… He shook his head. No, he liked her spunk more than her body, if he was going to be honest. But he couldn’t deny her body. And then he realized why exactly it was that he could see so much of her legs.

She was wearing his shirt. And he wasn’t wearing one. SO maybe that was where it had run off to? He had to resist the grin, because he was by nature a rather happy drunk. But then he frowned a little bit. Just a tiny one. He wasn’t sure how the shirt he was supposed to be wearing got on her, that didn’t make logical sense, now did it? He shook his head. No, it was just that she was wearing his shirt and he wasn’t. But he couldn’t help the little laugh. ”So that’s where that got to” he said with a little amused smirk.

He forgot she probably didn’t want him being so happy. He couldn’t help himself, he just loved seeing her, and with his inhibitions lowered by the alcohol in his system, he wasn’t holding that part of him back right that moment. He took a step forward when she took one back, not realizing she was doing it involuntarily and instead taking it as an invitation in. He didn’t go much further in, just a step to mimic the one that she had taken backwards. It was only polite, wasn’t it?

He looked around her room a moment, taking note of the fact that her very happy, giggly roommate who had helped him start to try and get Seph back was not in. He frowned a bit at that thought, because that meant that Seph was alone and he didn’t like the idea of her having to be alone. Or did he? If she was alone that meant that she wasn’t with some other guy. He growled softly at even the thought of her being with another guy because he didn’t want her to be with anyone other than him. But at the same time, shouldn’t she be happy?

She did deserve to be happy. He knew that she did, and he tried to logically make that make sense in his head but it wasn’t really logic that made him feel that way. It was his heart. The heart he hadn’t known he had, the one that wanted her happy even if it wasn’t with him. Because he loved her that much, he loved her so much.

Besides, no other man could possibly handle her, he knew that much without a doubt. He was the only one that could do that, and he was proud of that.

The grin was back.

She asked if there was something that he needed and he blinked, coming back down to earth and remembering that he was here, and he was talking to her, and he should focus. He shook his head. ”Oh no, it’s not something I needed. It’s something you needed” he said, his speech slurring slightly as he spoke, but he didn’t really notice. She had reminded him that he was here for a reason! He was here on a mission and he should focus on that.

”I kept trying to bring it back, over and over again, because I knew you needed it, but I kept stopping before I did. Which isn’t good, I should have stepped up. But you…you” he said, looking down at her, into her eyes in fact. ”Are a very scary lady” he finished. Oh dear Goddess he would regret that when he was sober again.

That was why, of course, he hadn’t returned it to her. She scared the hell out of him when she was mad. He usually could ignore that, but she was so pissed off at him. He had been too afraid to bring the necklace to her, too afraid that she would kill him, or tell him that she never wanted to see him again, because she had yet to say that. And he was so afraid of hearing it.

Words: 1204
Muse: Pretty good? Lol this is insane
Comments: He's nuts. That's all.

[Sephora Taryn]

People always said that if there was anything they could change in their lives, they wouldn't. They would say that their experiences were what made them who they were and that had made all the difference. Seph thought they were wrong, if she could take back the events that had happened a month ago, and the event that happened just some weeks ago she would. If she could do that, erase it completely from existence, things might be different right now. She might be different right now, she would be happier that was for damn certain, but more then that.

She wouldn't be alone in her room with this feeling of utter sadness and loneliness growing more and more steadily in her chest each day, she wouldn't be getting pitiful looks from her friends because of what happened, while they dealt with their own dramas from that time as well. Seph would so gladly change everything from when things fell apart, if only she actually knew how to do it. Which she didn't. There was no way to do it, as she knew it, time travel had yet to be invented and even if it had, it wouldn't stop things exactly, she would probably just end up reliving it, something she would never want to do again.

So she was stuck, stuck being sad and wishing things were back to the way things were before the events of the Nightmare house. Seph shuddered at the thought of all that had happened that night. It had been forever, yet she still could not let it go. She had been transformed into a little kitten that night because it was her worst fear to be stuck forever as a cat. She had been transformed and because of that, she had lost her mothers necklace which was the most important piece of jewelry she had ever owned. That wasn't even the kicker though, she had run off to go looking for her friends and see if she could help them but, what she had found was something quite different. She had found Julian, the man who held them captive, talking to Seth, the man she had been seeing. She frowned at the thought, he wasn't her boyfriend but he had felt like he was, they had just never put any sort of label on it because she didn't wanna scare him away. That wasn't important though, it was important that he had been part of that whole scheme, What was important was that Seph had ended that night completely heart broken and bleeding slowly from her shoulder where she had been stabbed...

Seph reached out and touched the spot instinctively. There was a scar there now, a scar to remind her of the fact that she had been so badly hurt, not by Julian, but by Seth. All along she had fought putting her trust in him because she knew what men were like, all long she had been thinking in the back of her head to be careful or she was going to get hurt. She should have listened because, here she was a month after that incident and she was a broken shell of a person. She fucking hated it. It was the only way to describe herself really, she was just a broken little shell that did nothing, and felt nothing, No one could ever possibly dream of fixing her either, because nothing could. Nothing could stop the pain that had not ebbed. Nothing. She felt whiny and pathetic for even thinking these things but she was beyond caring...

And that had been her thoughts as she had been in her room with just Seth shirt on, she just put them on now out of instinct because of how much she missed him. Not that she was going to admit that aloud. She had never even told Raine that she had actually missed him but that was mostly because she didn't need to. She appreciated that Raine pretended to be asleep when Seph was up in the middle of the night crying, but Seph knew the next morning that Raine had been up, they were best friends, there was very little that they could actually hide from one another.

Seph just felt so damn pathetic and she didn't know what to do about it. It wasn't like he was coming back to take back everything that he had said. She had tried that already and to say that it hadn't gone so well was to say the least.

Which was why, when she heard a knock at the door and the sound of someone speaking she had been completely stunned when she opened it and saw Seth standing right there with no shirt on. Of course she noticed that because of the fact that he had a great body and even though she was trying so hard to hate him and move on it was something about him that she hoped would never actually change.

He was looking at her completely oddly though, she raised an eyebrow at him. Why the hell was he looking at her like that? She noticed that he was looking downward, was he looking at her boobs? She was about to yell at him for being a fucking pig when he actually spoke, saying something about that's where that got to and she looked down at herself and closed her eyes tight Shit

This was his shirt that he was wearing, the second that she had opened the door seeing that it was him, she had forgotten all about the fact that she was walking around her room in nothing but a shirt, she felt herself blush and then just looked at him. He had this weird dopey grin, on and she couldn't place why,

"This is mine.."she muttered not all too convincingly, but what was she supposed to do? Be all hey yeah I have your shirt because I am so in love with you? Yeah right. She frowned something was so off about him.

She stepped back and he stepped forward and she frowned. Why the hell was he acting so weird? And then it clicked. All smiley, seemingly loopy in the brain. Seth was drunk. Seph winced and closed her eyes. The mother fucker was drunk. That was why he was here, great, now what was she supposed to do? She wasn't going to send him out like this, not all drunk and shirtless. If she was to be honest with herself it was partially because she didn't want anyone to see him without a shirt on, but that was something that she would have to deal with later. She had said something to him before she realized he was drunk so while he was responding she grabbed him by the wrist pulled him inside and shut the door, it closed with a sort of finality leaving them alone in her bedroom, and tingly feeling on her hand from where she touched him.

Seph always got like that when they touched. Seph always felt like there was fire threatening to eat them alive most of the time, she was attempting to ignore it right now though.

He was speaking so Seph looked at him, trying hard not to look at his chest and his abs and wonder if they still felt the same since it had been so long since she had touched them...

He said it was not something he needed but something she needed and she raised an eyebrow at him, somewhere in the back of her mind she was saying "please say strip tease" but she repressed it. She was mad at him, and besides, he hated her anyway.

He then started babbling on and on about how he had tried giving it back before and then he looked in her eyes and told her that she was a very scary lady and that was why hadn't given it back. Seph blinked. On normal circumstances, she would have laughed in his face for saying something like that but she was so off and kinda weirded out by his obvious drunkenness that she just looked at him.


"You are really scaring me right now...What are you talking about something I need?"she said, crossing her arms over her chest. She was wary of him, this whole situation was weird, What the hell else was she going to do though? She frowned a little, this was probably the closest she would ever come to him again anyway, and even though she knew she wanted to be close to him again, despite being mad, she figured she might as well make the most of what she had.

Words: 1486
Muse: Epic
Notes: lol theyre both nuts. She demanded the post. Sorry.

[Seth Horus]

He was drunk. Seth Horus was horribly drunk. There was no other way that he would have made his way, without his shirt or his sanity, to her dorm room door right then. He had been avoiding seeing her when he was sober, even though he missed her so dearly, so why else would he have made his way here unless he was horribly out of his mind? Of course he was. He had thought it was a good idea to make use of this moment to bring her back her necklace that he knew that she treasured.

It had been tearing him up inside not to get it back to her before this. How pathetic was that? He had scoffed at himself more times than he could count about exactly how pathetic it sounded that he was hurting inside because he couldn’t bring himself to bring her back a necklace. After all the other things he had done to her, why should it tear him up so bad just to have forgotten something like that? But if one knew Seph well enough, one would know just why it was so bad. She treasured it, he knew that she did. So she needed it.

Which was why when he was drunk he knew he could do it. He was a happy drunk, an idiot he called himself when he was sober but he rarely remembered what he did when he was drunk, so it was alright. He tended to black out entirely when he was this far gone into his stupor of alcohol. But she wouldn’t know that, would she? She was probably freaking out as badly as he had been when he had almost given her back her necklace before a good twenty times, to the point that her friends were making bets about it.

It showed on her face, but he was just too happy to see her, in his own drunken way. He was trying to keep himself from grinning, he knew that she wouldn’t appreciate that but he wasn’t entirely sure whether or not he could handle that. He was just too happy right now to be getting this back to her. He though, did, notice something as he looked down at her when she opened the door. Oh it may look like he was staring at her chest—not that he wasn’t to be fully honest—but his words, he hoped inwardly, cleared that up.

He commented, in his own cheery way, that that was where his shirt had gotten to. Not that that made much sense to be honest. He frowned a little bit at himself. It wasn’t the shirt he had been looking for, that didn’t make sense. It couldn’t have magically left his room to end up on her back right when he was looking for it. The ridiculous thought made him grin. She replied, saying that was his and he arched a brow. His face clearly said that he was drunk, not an idiot. He remembered how many of his shirts she had taken when she thought he wasn’t paying attention.

Secretly, he was amused she had been stealing them, back then. And he approved of his scent being on her. He was a red fledgling, instinct was a serious thing for him, and the possessive nature he had shown briefly in Julian’s house hadn’t just been a one time occurrence. He just hid it well. He grinned a bit, a little sloppy but he was drunk. ”Sorry, luv, I call your bluff” he commented, slurring a tad but there was something else about his voice. He had stopped hiding his British accent. That happened when he was drunk, he forgot to work to keep the American accent on.

She grabbed his wrist and he blinked, the instant touch sending fire across his skin, burning. He looked down at it, half expecting to see it on fire, but that was silly. Why would fire burn there? It was just the fire that always built when they touched, the one that he was always afraid would consume him with a whoosh! of flames. He looked down at it, like he had never seen his hand before. How odd. He barely even noticed when she shut the door behind him.

He missed that fire. He wondered what would happen if he tried to feed it. It was always so wonderful to feel it dancing in his veins when they kissed. His eyes darted to her lips for a moment. He remembered how lovely they tasted. Like something sweeter than chocolate or strawberries. Like a delicacy he could dine on happily for the rest of his life and forgo all other things. He blinked and shook his head. Where had that sudden burst of eloquence come from? Silly.

She asked if she could help him. Oh no, didn’t she get it? He wasn’t here for her to help him! He was here because she needed his help. Help he could give her, he needed to give her. He wasn’t going to let his mission be in vein! He felt like a kid, one with a childhood mission, but this one was much more important. And then he looked her right in the eyes and called her a scary lady, one thing that he was very sure would be something he regretted when he was sober. And for a very long time afterwards. If she ever spoke to him again.

No, no, he wouldn’t dwell on sad thoughts!

She said he was scaring her and crossed her arms, and his eyes followed the movement, catching sight of her breasts. He did always love that part of her body, if he were to be honest. Because he was a pig, but he was also male and she was gorgeous. Mostly her face but well, if his wandering attention said anything about what else he loved so about her…

Love, that word again! No, he couldn’t think that word! It was the bad word! It would burn him up, and not in the happy way that touching her did.

Right. Right. Focus. He lifted his eyes back to hers and shook his head. Something she needed, she didn’t get it. He dug into his pocket and held out his fist, his treasure, or rather hers, balled in his fist. He opened his hand just enough that the charm fell from his palm to hang by the chain that he still held curled in his fingers. Her mother’s necklace, the one thing he knew she would be missing. Missing much more than him. She would want that back more than she would ever want to see him again, right? He didn’t doubt that. That was the most important thing that had gone missing that night to her, he was sure.

Because to him, it was her that was the most important thing.

Another sober thought. He frowned, it was dulling out his happy drunken stupor, which he very much liked to have clouding his thoughts. ”I believe that this is something you need, because I’m fairly positive you’d be missing it. Right, Beauty?” he asked her, again forgetting he shouldn’t call her that. It just slipped off his tongue! The word was too slippery to keep in. It slipped and slid into the room like something real off of his tongue.

Words: 1273
Muse: Good
Comments: He's insane. But he loves her.

[Sephora Taryn]

Seph could not seem to escape her life. She tried and tried but she just could not seem to do it, and sure that sounded completely stupid but it made sense in Seph's head. Most people when times got hard for them, had some type of escape so that they could keep going without having to think and think about everything that was wrong in their lives. Some type of outlet or something, but it seemed that no matter what Seph did, any of her normal things that made her feel better when things were rough, none of them seemed to actually help her at all.

What didn't help even more was that her problem wouldn't go away. Seth. He was here, in her room. She had tried so hard to be rid of him, to get him out of her head and have the pain go with him but it just didn't work. The pain was always there and he was always there. Not physically usually though. Seph hadn't seen him since right after the whole incident at the nightmare house. Where she had tried and even hoped a little that everything in there was a lie and it had been thrown in her face. She had stormed off and cried for awhile, it was not something she wanted to relive, yet here he fucking was in her room.

There was a difference though, this time Seth was completely and undeniably drunk. He had called her beauty, that was a sure sign of him being completely drunk. There was no other viable reason he would call her that. That had been what he had called hr when they were together. They had had a moment that was similar to something in Beauty and the Beast and he had been calling her beauty ever since. He didn't do that anymore though, they weren't together anymore, so he had to either be completely drunk or completely out of his mind.

He had commented to her, saying something about that being where his shirt went and Seph almost freaked a little bit. She forgot that she was wearing his shirt, it just comforted her to have something of his on. It shamed her to say it but it was true, she tried to play it off though, she had tried to make it seem like it was hers and he said that he called her bluff, but his accent had slipped. Seph took a deep breath and tried to steady herself. Accents were a big thing for her, especially his, and he was standing there with no shirt on. She didn't have time lust after him, after all she was supposed to be mad at him for all that he had done which she was. She was really mad, she just missed him as well. Was that so bad?

Yes! Her mind screamed at her, he had done such terrible things to her, and she was going to miss him? What was that about? Two sides of her brain sat there and warred as she pulled him in her room and shut the door. The side that wanted to hate him for everything that he had done to her, and the side that missed him so much and felt that fire hit her fingers as soon as they touched his skin. There was always fire between them, no matter what. Try and try as she might to deny it, she couldn't and she had been trying to deny it since that first night on the beach. She dismissed that memory, what used to make her smile every time she thought of it only made her want to cry and she was not going to cry in front of him right now.


He had said that he had something she needed and she had been so confused as to what. She had stood there and crossed her arms and waited to see what the hell it was he was talking about. He was so obviously drunk, but that didn't stop Seph from taking in the sight of him while she waited for him to get himself together. She looked at the abs that she used to touch all the time, she looked at the eyes that she used to gaze into almost every day while simultaneously trying to do something to make it seem way less mushy, it didn't always work but she had tried. Looking at him now only made her hurt, and miss him. She really just wished that everything was different, even though she knew that it wasn't.

She was shocked out of her thoughts by him speaking and she looked at him, watching him take something out of his pocket and then let it fall a little from his hands. Seph didn't hear what he said next. She was completely in shock, because what was in his hands was something she was pretty sure she was never ever going to see again. She had lost all hope of seeing it and it had made her even more depressed than she had already been.

Her mothers necklace. Her mothers necklace was in his hand. She didn't know what to do, she didn't know how to move or anything. She just...She freaked she ran over to him and snatched it out of his hand and then ran back to where she had been standing. It was real, it was in her hand, She closed her eyes and held it close to her.

"Thank the goddess...you had it this whole time..."she said softly cradling it to her chest. Then on an impulse that she hadn't intended on actually going with it but she was just so wrapped up in the fact that she had her mothers necklace back that she ran over to him and hugged him close to her.

The whole time her mothers necklace had been safe and she didn't have to worry about it now. Wait...she thought to herself as she hugged him half to thank him and half because she loved the feel of the burn as she touched his skin. If he had it this whole time...why the fuck did he not tell her?! She moved back from the hug, sort of reluctantly and stared at him, then slapped him on the shoulder.

"You had my mothers necklace the whole time and didn't tell me? Why the hell didn't you bring it back to me? Didn't you know that I was going to be missing it? It's my most prized possession Seth!"She yelled. She was mad at him, not much but she was. She was more just so happy to have her mothers necklace back, she could kiss him. She looked up at him and then at his lips and dismissed the thought, she couldn't kiss someone who obviously didn't want her. She tried not to sigh, she had her mothers necklace back, so for the first time in awhile she really needed to just be happy.

Words: 1206
Muse: Epic
Notes: Shes a spaz, sorry it tooook soo long

[Seth Horus]

Seth was not in his rational mind. Not like that was really a surprise, not honestly. Ho could it be when he was so obviously drunk? And who was really in their right mind when they were drunk? Though people often said that people that were drunk often spoke the most truth because they weren’t limited by their inhibitions or something and all of that, he still wasn’t in his rational mind. But this was the only time that he could possible do this, he knew that.

He had tried over and over again to do it while he was sober. He had gone to her door more times than he could really count. He had almost knocked on her door a good twenty times and that was just this week. People were actually taking bets about how long it would take him to do it! He was just chickening out over and over again but partially it wasn’t his fault if you asked him. If she wasn’t as scary as she was then he wouldn’t be afraid to do it! There, now that made sense to him, it did. Mostly because it meant all the blame wasn’t on him.

He knew how much it meant to her, he knew that he had to get it back to her as soon as he could because she would be freaking out. This was her most prized possession and here he was with it in his pocket because Julian had given it to him. The bastard had known that Seth would be hesitant to go near her when he had screwed up things so royally so it had been a good idea if you were thinking like a bastard. Which he assumed that Julian often did.

But then, then he had gotten royally drunk, and he did mean royally drunk and that had given him the courage to do this. Why? Because drunk people had no common sense, that’s why. He thought this was the perfect time because she didn’t seem so scary while he was like this. Still scary, but she seemed more like someone he could handle, he had a bit of that old confidence back when he was being a drunken loon, and she obviously easily noticed that he was being a drunken loon, it wasn’t all that hard to miss, to be honest.

It was when she pulled him in that he blinked. That fire. He used to love to stoke that fire higher and higher if he could, build it up until it felt like it was going to consume the both of them and then bask in the flames. In his drunken state however he mostly wondered if that would just consume him after it magically burst into the flames he could feel under his skin. Like whoosh! But that was silly. He had called her bluff before that had happened, however, accent and all and she took a deep breath.

And he blinked, tilting his head at her. Why was she taking deep breaths? Was there less oxygen in the air right now or something? Maybe he should take a deep breath too. And with a little goofy grin, he did. Nope, no less oxygen then before. So why had she done that? He couldn’t figure it out. Had he been sober, it would have been obvious. But had he been sober he wouldn’t have let his accent slip out in the first place, he was very careful with it because he didn’t want it to sway one way or the other, he’d rather get girls with his wit, not his accent.

She snatched the necklace from him practically the moment that it was out in the open air, but he had expected that. And then she retreated. But that didn’t matter, he was grinning just because of how pleased she seemed—and shocked of course—to have it back with her. How happy that was, that she had it back. He felt strangely pleased to be able to make her happy like that and he watched her with it for a moment, even if it seemed like she might start saying the precious or something like that, something out of that Lord of the Rings movie. The idea just made him grin further.

And then he was entirely shocked out of his thoughts.

Because she was touching him.

He blinked and looked down at her, not expecting the sudden warmth of her body against his and he wanted to wrap his arms around her and never let her leave. He had missed the feel of her body against his, and in his drunken state he almost did because he wasn’t exactly thinking straight, but he had a better hold over himself then that, and he didn’t. But he did hug her back.

Oh it felt wonderful, absolutely and completely wonderful, to have her right there, in his arms again. But he knew it wouldn’t last, and it didn’t. She smacked him. On the shoulder but still! He blinked down at her, slightly wounded because he wasn’t doing the most fantastic job of keeping his emotions to himself like he usually did when he was sober and in full control of his actions. She had hit him after he had gone through all that to bring it back to her. How mean. He didn’t appreciate that.

But he had already said she was a very scary lady, hadn’t he?

She yelled at him and he hung his head a little, just a little bit. And then still with the British accent in his voice because he couldn’t figure out how to make it come out of his voice right that very moment, he spoke to her. ”I couldn’t because…like I said, very scary” he said, making a little grumpy face at her. But then he saw her look at his lips and on reflex he licked his lips slightly. That made him remember another reason.

That reason was locked up tight and it was never supposed to come out, not out into the open air. But he couldn’t help himself, he wasn’t in his right mind and it was most certainly about to show. He got a little bit closer to her again, once more closing the distance between them, and in slurred but still soft words he spoke. ”Plus, getting close to you is dangerous” he said softly. ”So many things I want to do but I can’t, so many things I want to say but I can’t. Because I will not let the Shadow Man hurt you again” he said, with a strange fire in his voice at the last bit, almost like his feral side had come out.

But the real kicker was about to come, because drunken Seth had absolutely no inhibitions and totally forgot that Seph had—literally—a beast under her skin that didn’t appreciate being messed with. He leaned closer to her, until he knew she could probably feel his breath on her skin, his head was angled towards hers, and he gently put his hand on her cheek to tilt her head up, hoping she wouldn’t pull away right then because Seth was like a man possessed, he wasn’t even sure what he was doing. He was caught in a trance. ”But this…this is the thing I want to do most” he whispered before he pressed his lips to hers, and did so deeply, with all the pent up aggravation of having to stay away, all the pain of what he had done to her, and most of all…all the love he was trying so hard not to feel for her poured into it.

He was going to kick himself in the morning.

But right then…it really didn’t matter.

Words: 1352
Muse: Good
Comments: Lol he loooooves her

[Sephora Taryn]

Seph hadn't expected Seth to show up that night but it didn't matter because he did. Now what was she going to do? Seph remembered the days when she had control over her life. If Seph was going to be honest though, the last time she had actually had control over her life had been before her mother died and that was long ago now. Her mother had been gone since before Seph hit puberty, everything after that in her life had been a curve ball that she had tried to hit and just swung at it and missed. Seth was the biggest curve ball ever though.


Seth. She remembered the first day that she had met him. It had been a normal day, a day where she had felt really good about herself she remembered. She had been in the library and she had been studying for her history class and he had showed up, his shadow covering her book. She had been herself, completely standoffish and annoyed at him but some how she had felt relaxed around him. He had even made her laugh, she had yet to experience a guy who could make her laugh the way he did when it had only just been their first meeting. She had just ignored that though.

Things had gotten really intense for the first time, that night on the beach. She always thought about that night, even though the memory gave her such pain to think about now, she still thought about it. Magic had truly been in the air that night. She had been in a bikini and he had no shirt on. She had actually learned his last name that night. She would have laughed out loud about it right now, if it wasn't so painful to think about the fact that it was all just a damn sham.

Things had become more intense after that. Seth had been who Seph lost her virginity too. She remembered that so vividly it was like it was happening as she was standing there looking at him, it only made her blush to think about it. She had wanted him to touch her so badly, she wanted him to be around her and with her and even though she had flipped out a bit about it at first, she was happy about it. She had grown even more happy about it the more that they had done it.

She needed to snap out of it though. It didn't matter anymore. Things had changed. Seth was a dick face now, or was it the fact that he had actually been one all along and she just had been so blinded about how much she cared for him that she didn't see the evil that she was. If she was to be honest, some days she still hoped that it would all just be a dream but she knew better. She knew that all the terrible things that had happened were real.

She hated it, but she knew it. Now here she was, reliving everything just because drunken Seth had decided to show up in her room. He just had to show up and ruin everything by being so hot, and shirtless and using his British accent. Seph forgot a lot that he even had that until he let it slip which since he was drunk he had. It made her take deep breath because she was so thrown off by it. She didn't know what to do with herself when he had that accent.

What happened next though, that had really thrown her. Seth revealed that he had something that she held so dear to her. Seth had her mothers necklace. That was the most important piece of jewelry that she owned. Seph loved that necklace more than she loved anything that she owned. She had thought she left it at the nightmare house that night when everything had gone to hell but it turned out that he had had it the whole time. Seph had been so thrilled that she had run from him with it. She had snatched it from his hand and then run to the corner just to hold it to her chest.

Her mother had given it to her minutes before she died. Seph's mother had never taken the necklace off, it was Seph's now and she felt like one of the large weights she had been carrying around with her ever since that night was now lifted off of her. She had her mothers necklace back, she kept thinking that over and over in her mind and it just made her happy to think of it. Unfortunately this happiness also made her do something stupid...

She had been so happy to have the necklace that she didn't think about what she was doing, She just ran over to Seth and hugged him. She realized the mistake as soon as she touched him, for one he was not wearing a shirt and second the moment that they touched she felt her own skin sear on fire. Every time they touched she felt this fire with him. She felt this fire so deep inside her. She smacked him then though, moving back a bit from him. She was trying to throw off the feeling of the fire of their skin and hitting him and yelling at him seemed like a good idea.

She was mad at him though. She was mad that he had her necklace the entire time and had done nothing to tell her so, so she had yelled at him about it. She had yelled at him because he knew how much that this necklace meant to her.

She looked at him and noticed a bit of a defeated look on his face after she had hit him. She raised an eyebrow at him. She had hit him many times before. Now he decided to look upset about it?

He spoke finally, saying that he couldn't because of the fact that she was scary and she just looked at him. He made a face that made her want to laugh a little bit and she looked at his lips and he licked them and she felt herself blushing. Damn it. She wanted to kiss him. She knew that she wanted to kiss him but she couldn't. Things weren't the same. She couldn't just throw her arms around him and kiss him like she used to and then just play it off. She gulped a little. Didn't he hate her or something any way?

He started to speak again and she looked at him intently. The things that he was saying...they didn't make any sense. Her sapphire eyes looked confusedly at him as she spoke, saying that getting close to her was dangerous. Dangerous? Dangerous how? What the hell was he talking about? He said there were so many things that he wanted to do but couldn't and that he wouldn't let the shadow man hurt her again and her eyes widened. What was he talking about? Julian? Was he talking about Julian?

"Seth? Seth what are you talking about...Julian? Julian is going to hurt me?"

He didn't answer her though, he just looked at her, he seemed to be moving close to her and all of a sudden she felt dizzy. What was going on? What was he talking about? She was desperate to know. He touched her cheek and tilted her face up and half of her wanted to just runaway from him. She didn't know what to do she just looked at him and waited to see what he would do, which wasn't really Seph's style of things but she felt like she had no choice, she was stuck under the spell of being so close to him of being to smell him, of being able to see each line in his face, the face that she loved.

He spoke again, saying that this was what he wanted to do the most and she almost started to talk to see what he was talking about but before she could, he kissed her.

She moaned, he kissed her so deeply and so full of passion that she moaned the instant that their lips touched. Her head was screaming at her, telling her to not let him do this, telling her that he had caused her so much pain how could she actually let him kiss her. She thought was going to pull away, but her body and heart had a different reaction to him.

She kissed him back, she matched his intensity and even more so she wrapped her arms around him and pressed her body up against his. She had missed this, she had missed being around him. She had missed being pressed up against his body. She could savor it for a just a moment...Couldn't she?

Words: 1514
Muse: Epic
Notes: They are always on fire, lol I love them and she loves him

[Seth Horus]

Seth would regret this in the morning. If he remembered it in the morning. Seth was drunk enough that chances were he wouldn’t remember a damn thing of this in the next morning when he returned to being sober. He wasn’t always a black out drunk, but from time to time he was. And even if he wasn’t, the chances that he would pretend not to remember a detail of this were extremely high. It was thet type of thing he did, to get out of the responsibility of it. Call him a chicken, well, he was. A clucking chicken.

He frowned, he was doing that again. Fucking chicken was what he meant.

Either way, he had gone all the way to Seth’s room mostly because he was drunk and it was liquid courage and all that, he was officially buying into when people called it that because it was totally true. He had to give her her necklace though. He had been holding it hostage for far too long, and she needed it back because she treasured it. He just had managed to run away every time before without knocking on her door. It was a bad thing. But here he was, holding it out to her.

She had snatched it from him the moment she noticed it and he didn’t mind that, in fact, he grinned. He was happy she was so happy over having it back. She deserved to be happy. He had already gone and made her life hell because he couldn’t resist the lure of being a jackass, so she deserved to be happy in any way she could. And he knew part of that was that he had to stay away, for more than just making her happy—for keeping her alive too.

But h had thought that giving her her necklace was more important. And he hadn’t intended to stay but she had pulled him in, so that wasn’t on him. And now that he was in he wasn’t sure he wanted to go anywhere. He quite missed her a lot before this, for all that he had been afraid to see her. Well, he had seen her before but she had jabbed things into his leg that time. So giving her her necklace was more important than staying away, her happiness right now just plain proved that if you asked him.

And then, before he could really register what was going on, she had hugged him. He hadn’t been expecting it. He blinked down at her, entirely stupefied. He wasn’t sure his reaction would have been any better if he had been sober though, he probably would have been just as dumbfounded as his drunk self. But he eventually did hug her back, just to hold her for that one moment, a moment he never thought he’d get again, no, not after what he had done before to her. He had caused her so much pain…not that he had intended to of course. But it had happened all the same.

He thought the fire was going to consume him, those flames that licked at his skin wherever it touched hers. But it didn’t, he was surprisingly lacking in the burning department, still in one piece, not ashes at all. She smacked him though, and he blinked. He should have expected it, normally he would have. But right now wasn’t exactly normally. He was a little bit hurt but he brushed it off eventually because then she was looking at his lips and he was off thinking about other things, much more fun things.

He had called her scary, because she was scary. Not that he’d admit that at all when sober, but again, Seth could be a bit of an idiot while he was drunk and that was showing. Oh that was showing in a royal manner right about now.

And then he was speaking about other things. The things that he wasn’t allowed to say to her. Oh no, he was going to get her in so much trouble if anyone knew about this. She was not allowed to know that he had been threatened to not tell her the truth, that he still loved her and wanted to take back everything he had said. Oh, not him really. Julian hadn’t threatened him…he had threatened Seph which was so much worse. He would never let anyone hurt her, so he was keeping his pain to himself, he was staying away from her. But he had let it slip. Oh no, he had told her things she wasn’t allowed to know.

He had said it so cryptically though, he had to hope that even if it had gotten back to Julian or he found out, he could argue that she had no idea what he was talking about, and from the look on her face and the things that she said, she really didn’t know. That was good. She couldn’t know. He kept himself from answering her because he couldn’t keep his tongue from betraying him right now.

Besides, he was a little focused on what he really wanted to do. And he got closer to her. He was expecting her to push him away, push him far away because he had hurt her, but he just got closer and she just looked. Maybe she didn’t hate him that much? He could hope.

He expected her to run away when he tilted her face up to meet his own, but she didn’t, she just let him get closer to her and move her. And then he took all his pent up feelings, each and every one, especially his frustration and his love, and poured it into the kiss that he pressed to her lips. She moaned and oh…that noise alone was enough to make him groan in response. He had missed that noise. It was such a wonderful noise that he loved to hear again and again and he thought he never would again.

She kissed him back and wrapped her arms around him which was more than he thought he could ever hope for from her again. It was wonderful and amazing and…just perfect. He wrapped his arms around her and made an appreciative noise for the way her body pressed to his. They had always fit so perfectly against each other, it was an amazing fit and he never realized this before, how perfectly they fit together like two puzzle pieces. He went on kissing her.

And now he really felt like the flames were going to engulf him but he didn’t care, it didn’t matter. He felt like this was the last time he would ever kiss her and this, this he would remember when he was sober even if he forget the rest of it. He wanted to hold her to him forever and never let her go.

But he knew she’d pull away soon. He had been a jackass to hurt her. He didn’t deserve her.

He felt like he never would again.

Words: 1229
Muse:EPIC
Notes: Lower word count than it's been, but omg, so much muse lol