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XXษชPแดแด : Hollow Moon by AWOLNATION
XXMแดแดแด : Aggravated
XXOแดแดาษชแด
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From the pose of having her face in her hands, she moved. Taking a sip of the beer and then putting it back in the coaster. She enjoyed the warmth of the fire, but the calm she was beginning to channel was interrupted by the very person she had hoped to leave by now.
Her eyes glared at him from across the fire, watching the sparks between them. The dark haired man seemed to be sizing her up with his eyes, and at his first words she only gave him a dark half smile, and huff of feigned laughter leaving her.
"You should be leaving, shouldn't you?" he spoke arrogantly, using magic to keep his words hushed to those around them.
Lydia leaned back in the camp chair, crossing her legs, not daring to break the contest of glares they had started at one another. His words didn't stop, and she only found herself raising a brow.
"The next in line for the Levnot Coven...You think you would have sensed our presents here, that were always here." he seemed to like to think he was intimidating. Clever at that. Her mother was far scarier than the sad attempt at a threat. It was only when he spoke of her brother that her raised eyebrow went down, and instead of looking at him, she looked at the bottle of half empty vodka in his hands.
"Your brother's a real gentlemen, beating the shit out of his little sister, you and your coven need to get the fuck out of here." he repeated and only then did she begin to laugh. It took a second for her to cause the bottle of liquor to fall out of his hands due to the pressure she put down upon it. It was moments like this she loved the abilities of a witch.
"Are you done yet?" she sighed, blinking at him before continuing. "If you think I fear you, you're terribly wrong. If you think I fear your family at all, you're even dumber than you sound" Lydia leaned forward in her chair, speaking to him as she made sure her voice only carried to him through the crackling fire.
She examined him before laughing once more to herself. Shaking her head.
"We all know the only thing you have going for you is your ability to fuck every drunk girl in this place. Any sober woman wouldn't be able to put up with you. Perhaps that's the only thing you're good for. You play an overused role in your family, a whore. Much like your brat of a sister" her smile didn't leave as she spoke, she looked as if she was speaking something kind to him. A second past before the expression faded and her face turned cold once again.
"So if you are so pleasantly done with wasting my time, I'd appreciate it. Go find some woman to bone, beat up, whatever you do" she waved off, taking a drink from her beer as a coven member ran to her, whispering about her brother being with the Wickham girl inside. Lydia had ears everywhere. Though he said nothing of what they were doing, only said that they are seen together, seemingly talking. She only nodded before leaning back in her chair, hoping the dark haired Wickham would leave her. The only reason she could stand him was because of his appearance. The thought she shook from her head. She shouldn't stand a Wickham at all. It wasn't what she was taught.
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XXษชPแดแด : We Didn't Start The Fire by Billy Joel
XXMแดแดแด : Challenging
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He looked down at the girl who was a lot taller than he remembered. The more he looked, he realized it was the giant ass boots she wore. The boots looked bigger than the girl, and he only passed the thought before a promiscuous comment came from her crimson mouth. He only wanted to wipe the smile off her face.
"It's sounds better when you moan it." her cocky voice making his inside move. A moment later she said his name. Something he never wanted to be uttered by any Wickham.
Hell, if she wasn't catching his interest, he would've stormed past her by now. She began walking around him, only making him wonder what the hell she was doing. Maybe she had some of anxiety thing. He followed her with his eyes, watching as she stopped once again.
"I've heard about you, the magic less witch...useless." Jesse gritted his teeth at the words, the alcohol in his system making him buzz. "Your baby sister's got all the power right?" her fake pout was what made him angry. He tried to scoff, but only ended with a low growl from his throat. He kept silent as she kept talking. He shook his head at her words, trying to calm himself but each of her words only fueled the ever present fire within him.
"Well, I better be getting on my way, I have more important things to attend to." those words were what set him off, as the sound barrier came down, he pushed into her, roughly grabbing the girl's jaw. Pushing into her with his body, pinning her against the wall with his hand still on her jaw, squeezing.
"Lets get one thing straight" he began with a rough growl "She may have the magic, but I have all else. I could end this battle of houses now by crushing your skull with my shoe, but I wouldn't want to get your filthy blood on them" he spoke with hate near her ear before whipping her face to the side with his hand releasing the grip. He couldn't think straight. The drinks in his system spoke to his inner demons.
"You're a pathetic piece of life, a tramp just looking for a dick to suck. You walk around half naked, do your parents even know what you do? You're the most worthless thing I've seen tonight" he said with a deadly calm before taking a step back away from her and turning his back to the witch. Further escalation would turn him violent, something that he tried to avoid, especially in a drunken fit.