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Post by ZELPHYR AVA BROOKS on May 14, 2016 18:57:56 GMT -7
| honestly, the feud between the two families have been out of control, since the very beginning when this whole thing begun. she was starting to believe that it was a simple issue that exploded into two families absolutely hating each other.maybe it had something to do with one of the families borrowing hedge clippers, and never returning them; that would honestly be the most ridiculous reason. she wouldn't know how to react when she discovered the real reason behind all these hatred. a small part of her was ready to just let it go, she knew that all this negative energy was causing side effects to her daily state of mind. however, it was easy to hate, and it sure as hell was easy to be a complete bitch to the completely attractive asher powell.
the day had started like any other day since she woke up at her normal time. she always had to wake up a couple of hours before she had to be somewhere, because she took forever to get completely ready for classes or for her occupation. she appeared to be wearing something super simple but she felt like her make up had to be perfect. she redid her eyeliner numerous times, and it took her a good minute to find the perfect shoes in the loads of shoes in her walk in closet. she had always been pampered her whole life, basically with a silver spoon her her life. during her childhood, she was given everything she ever wanted.. if it concerned a material object. she didn't get much time with her parents, because they didn't necessarily like children.
he came over to do their usual sexual thing, and it caused her copious amount of pleasure. she always secretly enjoyed when she was able to forget everything around her with him, but she also hated how much the times she enjoyed having him around. she slipped her clothes back on and took noticed that her phone was where she left it on the bedside counter. "ya know, if you weren't such a complete dickhead-" she stared, and her phone went off with the contact showed up as mom. she cut herself off and picked up her phone, opened the message and read as her heart started pounding as the tears started to bulge dangerously close to spilling over.
zelphyr, your father was in an accident.. he's passed away on the operating table. i also won't be home for the rest of the week, i'll be busy handling everything. stay strong, princess. was the full text, but she wasn't able to read it all before she had dropped her phone. she made it to the part that she was aware that her father was dead. she plopped down on the bed with her face in her hands, as tears rolled down her cheeks. she felt so vulnerable, and was hoping that he wasn't fixing to start being an asshole and picking on her. because if he was going to, she was most likely going to just take it. she was feeling like it was her fault. if she wasn't so attracted to the powell boy, then maybe the odds wouldn't be against her.
she didn't know what to say, but her phone was still unlocked and opened to the conversation between her and her mother. if he were to scroll upward, it will show a small detail that she showed that she was standing up for him. and her mother nags her and completely talks down her and tells her that her to make sure too loose a few pounds.
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tagg: toxxic w/ asher outfits: here words: 608 notes: she hates me now.
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Post by ASHER DAVID POWELL on May 14, 2016 20:54:15 GMT -7
beauty queen of only eighteen, she had some trouble with herself. he was always there to help her, she always belonged to someone else. i drove for miles and miles and wound up at your door. i've had you so many times but, somehow, i want more.
it was the same old song and dance as always. playful texts turned into asher being at zelphyr's doorstep yet again. he was beginning to feel ridiculous, like a dog constantly waiting to obey its master's command. he felt pathetic. originally, he wanted to just hate-fuck her then move on with his day. he was angry with himself and he was going to take it out on her. he was angry for always coming to the girl's call, being another pawn in one of her games, and for starting to enjoy it. "this is unacceptable," he had hissed to himself that morning while he shaved, after telling zelphyr he'd be there soon. but he put on his clothes and found himself at her door anyway.
things didn't go as planned. his hate-fuck tuned into the usual ecstasy and they both were satisfied and content by the end. he was pulling on his white button-down shirt when she started one of her typical comments and he rolled his eyes with his back to her. it was her stopping mid-sentence that caught his attention. asher turned around to look at her and watched while he rolled up his sleeves. the look on her face was new and he immediately felt alarmed. zelphyr brooks was always so collected and cool, and this wasn't like her. the phone dropped from her hands. it felt like a dramatic moment in a soap opera, playing in slow motion as he watched with his own eyes. she sat on the bed and put her face in her hands and he found himself briskly striding toward the other side of the room. he had seen the tears and he knew they were more than likely spilling over. "zelphyr, what's wrong?" he didn't think she would answer, being caught up in the vulnerable emotions she was showing around him of all people. he looked down at the unlocked phone by his feet and reached for it, hesitating only a moment. normally she'd smack his hands away just for reaching for one of her belongings that didn't involve getting her off, and he half-expected her to still do it as he read over the most recent text. "oh shit, zel," he managed to utter as he read it. the families may have been mortal enemies, for whatever reason the elders had deemed worthy, but that was still her father.
but that wasn't the only text her saw. glimpsing his own name in the previous conversation, he couldn't resist looking. and he didn't like what he saw. the insults from a brooks wasn't new or surprising; it was zelphyr sticking up for him that was. and for her own mother to harp on her the way she was? he swallowed hard and looked at her. what the FUCK? an internal debate happened as it felt like every emotion clashed. he scrolled the conversation back down to the life-changing news and he set the phone beside her. running a hand through his hair, he exhaled sharply. how could her mother look at her and see anything other than perfection? why the fuck could he see it when she couldn't? he was the one that had the right to say mean things, he was supposed to hate her, but even he wouldn't stoop that low. any time asher felt he'd crossed a line, he'd apologize. yeah, he liked to irritate and harrass her but he didn't want to demean and break her like this... this... no word felt accurate enough. he wasn't supposed to see his enemy in a better, brighter light than her own blood. and why was she standing up for him? what did that even mean!?
his head was beginning to hurt. he sat down beside her and tried to push it from his head, reminding himself that she was going through something rough and needed someone that was actually capable of being able to pretend they cared. he awkwardly put an arm around her shoulders. "i'm sorry. i know there's not really anything i can say that will make you feel any better but i really am sorry..." he rubbed the back of his neck with his other hand.
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Post by ZELPHYR AVA BROOKS on May 14, 2016 21:35:36 GMT -7
| the same old war had started before the life changing circumstances happened, and ruined the whole running him off before she got too comfortable with his presents. if anybody knew anything about her, she always controlled her emotion and especially when she was always nagged on about her weight. 'the model world is friendly to skinny people' is what she heard all too much from her mother. she heard his question, she really did but she feared that her voice would shake and she wouldn't be able to speak the words. however, she did peer through her hands as she saw him pick up her phone, and she didn't care.. not this time, at least. her and her mother's previous conversations never crossed her mind, because she normally deletes them to avoid anyone asking about what went on in their relationship. she heard his response to the news and slowly looked up at him, with tears rolling down her cheeks as her mascara started to run. she silently kicked herself in the ass for not wearing waterproof mascara and eyeliner today, but who really thinks that i should wear certain things, just in case. she leaned over and pulled out a box of Kleenexes, and used them to wipe her eyes. "i feel like it's expected of me to say it's okay," she started as her voice cracked, then she added, "but it isn't." she was looking down at the carpet. she couldn't comprehend everything all at once, and it was starting to feel like a huge weight started pressing down on her shoulders.
it wasn't often that she voiced against her own mother, because the backlash was often too much to bare on her heart. she picked up her phone and set it down on the beside table, it was obvious that she wasn't going to respond to her mother. her father was the family member that kept them from falling apart. the only one that actually treated her like a princess and thought the world of her, she lost her best friend. she has tried to be nice to her mom, so that maybe she would stop the snide comments and discontinued her complete nice responses when she noticed that anything that she did wasn't going to help her case.
she felt his arm go around her shoulders, as she felt the bed shift to support his weight. "you can go, if you want." she responded, as she felt like he would be anywhere but there. she looked over at him, it was painfully obvious that she actually wanted him to stay. she wanted to be held, to be loved, and everything that she had wanted to feel for awhile now. "he used to pick on me for owning several make up utensils when they cost more than some of his tools. well the price of them all together." she said, softly while looking down and back over at him. she lifted a bit and turned putting her leg over his lab, straddling him and wrapping her arms around his neck. she laid her head on his shoulder and her skin on her thighs brushed up against his jeans. she was tempted to give it another go, but also just wanted to sit there like that for a bit. "can you stay though?" she asked, just above a whisper. "i'd appreciate it. but if you don't want too, that's fine." she added, basically feeling like she was begging not to be left alone with her own thoughts. her father was the one that cared, the parent that made her feel loved. her mother was the exact opposite and often felt like she was always on the verge to be disowned
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Post by ASHER DAVID POWELL on May 15, 2016 13:51:43 GMT -7
beauty queen of only eighteen, she had some trouble with herself. he was always there to help her, she always belonged to someone else. i drove for miles and miles and wound up at your door. i've had you so many times but, somehow, i want more.
a question of why he had grown up hating her had risen to his mind once or twice before. sure, it was because he was told to and because she was a girl, but now that he was older and didn't have the biased mind of a child, he wondered. both his parents seemed sensible enough and he trusted them and their judgement. much like zelphyr, his parents weren't too much of a presence in his life either. that was actually what had lead him down the path he was going, and his parents were too oblivious to even see it. he still occasionally had dinner with them, dressed like he always was since he had always taken pride in his appearance, but their small talk about weather and what baseball team his dad thought was going to win the series were about all they discussed. their approval wasn't something he craved or strove for; so long as he shared their last name, they didn't seem to care much for him and what he was up to. still, he wouldn't handle the news zelphyr had just received very well either.
"i know it isn't... i know..." he felt like such a moron. there was nothing he could say or do; even if there was, it was like his brain had completely shut itself off in its frantic state of trying to process everything. asher also felt like kind of an asshole for trying to justify his own behavior as an overload when zelphyr was the one in the middle of a real situation, real devastating news. but the death of her father didn't really affect him so much as what his brain was currently refuse to let soak in. that was insensitive of him to think, and he knew it, but it didn't stop him from thinking it.
he tensed a little at what she said; he didn't have to say, he was free to leave and not have to deal with the heaviness of the situation that he so desperately wanted out of... but the look in her usually guarded eyes told him that she needed him, and that was a very weird feeling for him to be aware of with the new knowledge he felt he'd come across. regardless, he stayed seated next to her. he figured he could at least try to be here for a while, to make up for all the times he had been an asshole before. she talked, and he listened. it was when she began to climb on top of him again that he tensed up uncomfortably. he twitched as she settled into straddling him. he felt uncomfortable and awkward, unsure of how to respond now. for once, asher powell didn't have anything to say. he leaned back ever so slightly and looked at her with a furrowed brow. was she really serious? what was all of this supposed to even mean? she hated him, why did she want him to stay? just to be a distraction from something she didn't want to deal with. "zelphyr, i don't think..." he cleared his throat and squirmed. he felt constricted, confined, captive... restless.
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Post by ZELPHYR AVA BROOKS on May 15, 2016 14:28:40 GMT -7
| hearing his voice was surprisingly comforting as she glanced over at him, and she remembered how much her mom wanted to move far away from the powells, but she refused to leave the home she grew up in. she told them they were welcome to go, but she was going to stay right here and finish school. the thought being away from asher, caused a gut-wrenching pain and that caused her to feel like she should hate him more for feeling this pathetic about this type of stuff. she already figured that he wanted to live, and it was clear that she wanted him to stay. she was also an absolute bitch, so why should she actually expect him to stay when she asked? why did she feel so passionately about this.. about wanting him to stay?
it didn't take her long to straddle his lab, and get comfortable. she also felt like a heavy burden, so it wasn't long before she climbed back off and sat the the head of her bed. putting the pillow between her and her solid, wooden headboard. she looked over at him, "okay, i'll just call one of my friends." she said, shrugging her shoulders. truth be told, zelphyr didn't have many actual friends, she couldn't think of anyone that she wanted to be around right now. she wasn't feeling herself, obviously since she invited the guy she was suppose to hate with every fiber of her being. to the day, she never really understood why she felt the need to say nice things about him sometimes towards her mother, of all people
"but if you're not staying, lock the door on the way out." she said, as her eyes looked at the ball. she could tell that he didn't want to be here. "you obviously don't have to stay, i'm not going to force you." she said, rolling her eyes. she was getting annoyed with the fact that she was so affected by the news of her fathers death, that she was welcoming the company of a powell of all people and felt so rejected. it wasn't a feeling that was sitting well with her, and she didn't know how to react to everything that was happening. she isn't good at coping with serious situations, she was never taught to deal with them outright. as a family member in the brooks house, you ignore it until it goes away or you put up a mental barrier and pretend that it never happened.
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