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Turning back around, she leaned against the wall as her tired and disheveled brother came stalking back in front of her, scratching his curly locks. In all honesty, she couldnβt exactly see the resemblance between them. When they were kids, yeah the resemblance was there, but since respectively growing up, they grew out of the features that they once shared. One big thing people brought up was that her brother was quite freckled, whereas Jace barley had any noticeable markings on her body. He also had dark eyes like the rest of her family, where she had insanely light green ones. She didnβt know where she got them from actually, as far as she knew all her family had either brown or dark hazel. Most demons had dark eyes, it was a shared trait amongst them, and it was a rarity for such light eyes to be found amongst their kind. So far, the only light eyed demons sheβd ever met other then herself was Kelila and an elderly man when she was very young.
βWhere you goinβ?β He questioned, going over to lounge on one of the many couches in the all too big loft. βOut for dinner,β she stated back, trying to make a b-line for the door again, to no prevail. βCan I come?β He questioned again, which only got a quirked eyebrow raise in response from Jace. She knew what he was doing. Lately Jace had the habit of going out and not coming back till late morning or afternoon the next day. Mostly she stayed over at Kelilaβs, but sometimes it wasnβt even that, sheβd just go around the city on her bike and before she knew it the day had come and gone in an instant. Dorian probably just wanted to make sure she was safe and that she actually did come home. She was thankful, really, but no way in hell was she going to let him come. He had a tendency to argue with Kelila, him always being the one to start it. And once he started on an argument, and once he made up his mind, no way in hell was someone going to stop him.
βNot this time, but weβll go out tomorrow, okay?β She compromised back, a hopeful tone in her voice. He gave her a long stare, one that said he was contemplating but was not happy he had to do so. βFine, but bring me back something to eat okay? Iβm staaaarving.β He groaned, in which earned a role of the girls eyes. βYeah yeah, your highness,β she huffed with a small giggle. He hated it when she called him that, and she knew very well of that fact. Before he could shoot back an insult at her, however, she raced out the door.
Going down into the tenants only garage, she opened the gate to her lofts personal area. There sat her motorcycle, two of her brothers cars, and her own car her parents had bought her on her eighteenth. They actually tried to buy her more, but she outrightly refused. She didnβt like spending money on things she knew was useless spending money on, however she did tend to splurge on things she loved a little shamelessly. And example being the no-scratch paint on her motorcycle. She figured one car was good if it put her parents and her brothers mind at ease that she wasnβt always on the bike, but one was more than enough as is. She really only took it out if it was raining, and put itβs top up. That or if she was taking a trip somewhere with more then just herself. Pushing all that back, she made her way over to the custom red bike and hopped on. Fastening on her helmet, she turned on the bikes ignition and raced away, off to meet her friend.
She was maybe fifteen or so minutes from the restaurant, and was dreading having to face Kelila after being so late. She wouldnβt be surprised if sheβd gotten there and learned her friend had bought some silly new toy, only to punish her by saying, βand theres no way your using it!β
That, however, turned out to be the least of her worries in the end.
Turning onto the road the restaurant lay on, she was glad she was almost there, but a sudden jolt sent her in worry. Right in front of her, out of seemingly nowhere, a curly headed boy swung around one of the many lamp posts, almost smacking right into her as he belted out some lyrics to βSomewhere Over the Rainbow.β One thing led to another, and her bike started skidding out from under her. So, she did the one thing she knew how to do; jump off, tuck and roll, and hope for the best.
She landed as best she could for falling off her bike, only feeling herself smash her left knee onto some pavement, but her heart stopped the moment she realized sheβd also rammed right into something, or better yet, someone. Everything happened so quickly. In an instant she felt herself being pulled off the thing sheβd smashed right into, and muffled voices could be heard from the ringing in her ears, but she couldnβt exactly make out who. Taking off her helmet, her hair fell in a pool around her shoulders, and she rubbed the corner of her eyes, before glancing over at her best friend right in the face.
She started giggling.
βDid you see that!β She exclaimed, looking down at her custom helmet, noticing one of the wings clipped in half as the other piece lay in the middle of the road. βItβs a good thing Dorian didnβt come,β she snorted on, looking down at her skinned knee. In all honestly, a more normal human being would have been more banged up by the fall, but all she had was ripped tights and a badly road burned leg. She was about to get up off the pavement, before another voice, a boys, rang out in all the commotion.
Looking over at the guy, who she so clearly had taken down with her, her big eyes opened larger in shock and concern as she scrambled over to him, taking his face in both of her hands as she examined him in worry. βOh god, I am so sorry, are you okay? Did yo-β she cut herself off as she went rigged on the spot, hand still clutching the boys face, as she noticed the blood under his nose.
Blood. Freaked. Her. Out.
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Only a second later after the girl had come crashing into his best friend, another girl came over and without a care in the world about Nathan, went to check on the motorcyclist. Ezra actually thought that she was a he upon first reaction until she took her helmet off and started laughing. He didnβt even notice she had been wearing shorts on the bike, which she was probably now regretting considering how scuffed up her legs looked.
This whole situation was just odd, and it had all started with him singing. He wasnβt that bad, was he?
Stepping over to the girl who was giggles friend, his now appointed nickname for the motorcyclist, he leaned over and said to her, βyou should get a camera, this would make one hell of a memory.β It was a habit of his, yes, to take photos of weird situations. He liked to take photoβs. He could actually take one right now if he wanted to, he was pretty sure his phone had a camera on it, but heβd have to get Nathan to teach him how to use it, and he seemed rather busy at the moment with the girl who now had her hands clutched to each side of his face, ignoring his own questioned about her wellbeing and shooting the same things back to him as if she didnβt even hear him in the first place.
However, she soon stopped rambling, which gave Ezra a feeling of utter confusion. βWhatβs up with giggles?β He asked, glancing back over at her friend. βLooks as if sheβs seen a ghost,β he comment with a bit of a sigh, looking back over his shoulder as passer-bys looked over at the odd situation with equally as odd stares. Ezra was quick to notice how the girls bike was toppled over, and as common curtsy, as he actually was the one who caused the incident in the first place, picked it up and propped it on the kick stand, moving it unto the side walk so no cars came crashing into it. It was one hell of a nice bike, and he felt so bad about her crashing it, but on further inspection, it seemed relativelyβ¦ fine. It had no scratches on the body of it, so he began studying it with a closer eye. Turns out one of the handles bars was slightly crooked, but maybe it wasnβt the best time to bring it up, so instead he stepped back beside giggles friend, who also upon further inspection, was pretty cute.
Score one for Ezra.