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[ANNEBEL TERREO ZIGA]

your orphan clothes

and your long dark hair

looking like you didnt care[/center][/i][/size][/b]

First. She opens the bottle and she takes a swig, walks over to the center of the room and plops on the couch. It had been an intense day. Screaming patients, always having some problem. Ziga loved her job, she really did, but she'd forgotten how much work it took to simply care about them all. Miserable people with their problems, always complaining and crying and yelling and endless blabber. Sometimes it was so hard to care, even though she had a special place in her heart for each and every one of them. But they were all so confounding. Ziga looked at her bottle, swirled the last of the liquid around, and got up.

Two. This time the stereo is turned on. Music surrounds the the apartment-like-thing. She isnt sure what to call it. But there is music, so she is happy. She doesnt feel like the couch anymore, so she lays down on the floor. Fidgets. Why is she so restless? She has to move for some reason. Takes a swig, misses and gets some to her face. "Fuck." The first word that comes out of her head. Get shit on my face, not even ten o'clock..." She mumbled as she got up again. Washes her face in the kitchen sink. grabs the bottle, takes another swig. The bottles seem to go faster than she thought.

Three. She doesnt know what to do with herself now. She stands in the kitchen, alone. Alone. She seems to be that wa a lot, especially recently. Especially since her dad died. Especially since she came back to Xavier. Didn't Ziga actually think that she had missed this place? That was her first thought when her shoes had touched grounds. Home. But was it? She pondered that for a second. Home? Was this place home? Maybe. It was, at least, more of a home than anything else that she had. Now that the entirety of her family was gone.....

Four. The world is getting a bit weirder now. Happier. It's harder to dwell on things. That's why she'd started drinking anyway. Ziga curled up on the floor and laughed. Koli, her dog, walks up to her, gently nudges her with his nose, and lets out the softest growl. She looked up. "I know, I know. But give me a break. You got to stay here and hang out with Frankie, and he probably spoiled you with love. I had to watch my dad die." He growled again, and she glared at him. "It's not my fault you're fat." Her words dont make sense, but she laughs at them because they're funny. Her dog isn't fat! But telling him he was makes him grumble and stalk away. He sits down in the hallway to her bedroom and growls again. Stares at her. She laughs so hard.

Ziga contemplates getting a fifth glass of beer. She can't tell if its a good idea or not. She knew that her current state of drunkenness is more of a placebo than actually being drunk. Ziga knew how to hold her alcohol, very well. It would take a lot more than four lousy bottles of beer to get her actually drunk. But the prospect of drinking any more just made her feel lonely. So she stays laying on the floor, staring at her dog in almost complete silence. Her door is shut. The outside world doesnt exist. She laughs again.

drunken angel

--words--
five six nine
--tagged--
jonathon
--lyrics--
lucinda williams -- drunken angel
--outfit--
magical stuff
--notes--
thanks, manda!
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[JONATHON GRAYE RICHARDSON]

Green orbs let their stare drop from the television to the bottle of beer resting in the boy`s hand. It was barely ten o'clock, yet he was already way past drunk. It was something that happened on a daily basis. If you knew Jonathon, then you knew how much he drank. Even if he didn't feel like drinking, he would still end up opening a beer. He had been consuming alcohol for so long, it came as a habit now. Some would call him an alcoholic, Johnny, not so much. Even though, deep down, he knew he was, he couldn't pull himself to admit it. He didn't want to end up like his father, and yet, he was more like him than he knew. It didn't bug him, the more he drank the more his worries drifted away.

With a quick grin Johnny picked himself up off of the couch and made his way to the kitchen. There, he opened up the refrigerator and grabbed out another beer, which would make that one his, 8th? He didn't care, it wasn't like he was keeping track at this point. The amount he consumed didn't faze him, as long as he could make it through the night. Which, at this point would be rather difficult. He was alone, more alone than he had been in a long time. It was a feeling he didn't much care for. He was the type of person that needed to have company, someone who was just there. Since his arrival to Xavier, his A game had been off, slightly. He hadn't even been with a girl in how long? Hell if he knew.

Letting out a gentle sigh, he sat down at the table, cupping the bottle in his right hand. "C'mon Johnny." Johnny. Now, that was a name he hadn't heard in a very long time. It was always Wink. That was the stupid nickname he got in high school, and, it stuck. His own mother stopped calling him by his given name. The only one to ever call him Jonathon was his little sister, Lucy. Though, there was a time when he hated being called his real name, things had definitely changed. He was a new man, so to speak. The old 'Wink' was evaporating, leaving forever. Which was both good, and bad.

He cleared his throat before drinking the rest of his beer. After which he discarded the empty and grabbed another. It was at this point that an idea clicked in. He knew exactly what to do. He would pay a certain girl a visit. Hell, he hadn't seen her in a while, too long for him. A smile crept up as he thought of her, man was she ever gorgeous. The type of girl any man would be lucky to get with. He, happened to be one of the lucky ones. The two weren't looking for a serious relationship, and that was exactly how he liked it. Relationships were just s complicated, this way it was easier, more fun. He didn't have to worry about the things that came with dating. That was the way it should be, at least he thought so.

He grabbed a fresh bottle of vodka out of the fridge, and made his way out of his home. The walk to her place was rather short, thankfully. He arrived in no time. When he came to the door, he knocked lightly before opening it, he didn't think she would mind him just walking in. A warm smirk played on his lips as he noticed the girl laying on the floor. "Hey, Zigs." His tone was playful as he laughed lightly. "Drunk already?" Boy did she ever look like she was, if not Johnny was a little more wasted than he thought. Either or it didn't really matter.

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[ANNEBEL TERREO ZIGA]

your orphan clothes

and your long dark hair

looking like you didnt care[/center][/i][/size][/b]

Koli amused her to no end. They stared at each other for a long while, every now again Ziga would crack up. She loved her dog. Loved him. He was always looking out for her, and protecting her on the occasion she would get drunk, which, under her moral code, happened only once a week at most. Just once a week to make it all go away, so she could forget her patients problems, and her own.

She envied the patients, sometimes. Some of the other staff members she was jealous of as well. Not their looks, but their freedom. Ziga had to be a certain version of herself with every person she was with. Her father had seen her as a little angel, and so around him she'd learned to be such. To her patients, she was professional but still kind, nurturing. To a good majority of the other staff, she was either level headed all the time, or harsh and bitter. Of course, there were the few occasional people here were she let a bit of a looser side out to, but it still wasn't the full her. The demands each job, each position of her life, she hated each one a little bit, even though they were all part of her. And now she was the drunk version of her. Sort of. More like, slightly buzzed version of her, since she would need a few more drinks to actually get herself wasted.

There was a knock at the door, and Ziga turned over on her floor. She smiled when he came through, and laughed when he asked her his question. "No, Wink. Not yet. Getting there, though." She eyed the bottle in his hands. "You planning on sharing?" She gave him a slight grin. Ziga sat up, and then stood, but swayed slightly. "Whoa...", she said softly. The world wobbled. Maybe she was indeed more drunk than she thought. Some of her dark hair fell in her face, and she glared at it for only a moment before brushing it off and muttering, "I'm so going blonde again."

Ziga had a very light relationship with Wink.... well, more of a friendship than anything. Well, a friendship with a little added bonus. It kept things very simple between them, with no strings attached and none of the hassle of an actual relationship. It worked well for her, and she was fairly certain he wasnt complaining about it either. Ziga found herself glad that Wink had decided to pay her a visit. She had been feeling lonely, after all. He, right now, was basically the perfect solution. Wink was gorgeous, as far as a male specimen goes. His face had such attractive angles, and his muscles certainly didn't do him any harm either. Wink was basically the epitome of sexy, and Ziga was definitely one to appreciate those good looks of his.

Koli, in the hallway, growled at the newcomer. He slowly raised to his feet. Koli was pretty big for a German shepherd, and he was powerful too. So he looked pretty intimidating when he lowered himself into a crouch. "Oh, shut it." Ziga said, annoyance in her voice as she rolled her eyes at the animal. "Go find Frankie or someone. Go on." She waved her hands toward the door, and Koli, being the intelligent animal he was, trotted out past Wink. Ziga didnt worry about Koli wandering off; he always found his way back home. And she let him out often anyways, just because he seemed to love running around and giving his own doggy hello's to the staff.

"Make yourself at home, " she said, gesturing to the small space she called her living room. " She gave Wink a teasing smile, and asked, "So, my handsome friend. What brings you up to my neck of the woods?"

drunken angel

--words--
six four zero
--tagged--
jonathon
--lyrics--
lucinda williams -- drunken angel
--outfit--
magical stuff
--notes--
I have no idea what her preoccupation with that dog was.... xD
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[JONATHON GRAYE RICHARDSON]

Soft green eyes kept their stare on the girl as he set down the bottle of vodka on the table. A sweet smile lingered across his face as he listened to Annebel speak. "Of course." The main reason he brought the alcohol was to share it. There was no way he was going to drink the whole thing, or let himself for that matter. Wink definitely didn't need to be getting sick tonight, that was for sure.

His attention shifted from the bottle to Ziga, his arms automatically outstretched when the girl swayed. She seemed far more drunk than he thought, or so it looked. He crossed his arms across his chest as his smile deepened. He let out a soft chuckle, "Brown looks good." He thought the color looked just fine on her, truthfully. Though, it may have been the fact that Wink had a certain something for brunettes. In all honesty she could probably pull off any hair color. Ziga was more than good looking. She was just the kind of distraction he craved for.

The boy had come along way. Before it all started Wink would never catch himself treating girls with such disrespect. No, he was the worlds sweetest man, until Jack and his gang came along. Then, things went downhill. Needless to say, he let it go too far. He was no longer split between two completely different personalities. He was being taken over by an imposer. The mask he hid behind now glued itself on. With each passing day it was getting harder to separate the two. The old Wink was slowly vanishing, leaving behind the unspeakable.

Wink's eyes fell upon the rather large dog that was standing in front of him. It didn't bother him the least bit that Koli was a little less than friendly towards him. After all, his dog would have been the same way, only Wink wouldn't have been so understanding. He may have treated the dog badly in the past, yet he loved him. He watched as the dog trotted past him, exiting to the hallway. Finally, now they were really alone.

After Ziga shooed Koli away Wink made his way to the kitchen, grabbing two glasses with ice before returning to the living room. He swiftly took a seat on the couch, sliding one of the glasses in the Ziga's direction. Without hesitation he poured a generous amount of vodka into his glass, then slid the bottle closer to Annebel. His goofy smile was still plastered on his face as he brought his attention back up to the girl. "I thought we could have a drink. Seeing as how this place is pretty dull after hours." That wasn't a lie. The asylum was fine during the day, for the most part. Though, after hours it was rather boring. Especially when you didn't have anyone to keep you company. He picked up his drink and leaned back on the couch, green orbs still watching the girl.

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[ANNEBEL TERREO ZIGA]

your orphan clothes

and your long dark hair

looking like you didnt care[/center][/i][/size][/b]

There are some things people carry deep down inside. The things that stay inside a person's soul until the day they day. Ziga's was a sadness, and she carried around with her everywhere. Even though it would never come outside of her head, even when her system was polluted with alcohol, She mourned the loss of the ones she had lost; her mother, her sister, Nikolai, and most recently, her father. She had carried through her years always with her head held high, maintaining a certain level of dignity in respect and in honor of the sadness that they had left her with. Oh, how far she had come.

Now, from the higher than life woman she had been, she was here. At Xavier asylum. Treating patients that she knew deep down, in her heart of hearts, were hopeless cases. They weren't ever going to get better, no matter how many therapy sessions, or how many drugs she prescribed them. And now she pretty drunk, though she would refuse to admit it. Drunk in order to avoid everyone's problems, mostly her own. And she was more than willing to allow herself to be with Wink just out of sheer loneliness. But she didn't feel sorry for herself, as this had become the norm of life. So she accepted it, no matter how her former self would have viewed her behavior.

Ziga smiled. Wink was nice, a good guy. "It's okay" she replied about her hair. It wasn't really a topic she thought too deeply about, but his compliment made her happy. Just a simplistic sort of happy, the kind that only came about when she was intoxicated. Because the spirits turned her into a simpler creature, but always a happier one. So she let herself indulge.

She took the glass, poured herself some of the vodka as well. "Thank you, Wink," she said happily. And then she moved next to him on the couch, thier sides touching. " You're right, it does get boring around here. 'Specially at night.... people sleeping and whatnot....nothing really to do here. Everybody is off, midinng to their own buisness." She looked up at Wink, not entirely sure what she was saying. His eyes were beautiful. That was her one thought. Green eyes... they were beautiful. Bright and so so lovely. A grin spread across her face.

She put a light hand on Wink's arm. It wasn't really a move on him, just a motion. She liked the feel of his skin; it felt nice under her fingertips.

drunken angel

--words--
four two three
--tagged--
jonathon
--lyrics--
lucinda williams -- drunken angel
--outfit--
magical stuff
--notes--
crazy crazy crazy short
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[JONATHON GRAYE RICHARDSON]

The corners of his mouth tilted into a smirk as he felt Annebel sit beside him. God he could have taken her right there, but he didn't. He had a little more patience than that, believe it or not. Ziga just looked so damn good, it was hard not t want her. It had been an awful long time since Wink had a relationship like this. Truth was, he preferred them. He would never admit it, but he was terrified of committed relationships. Everything about them made him uncomfortable. In all honesty the only reason he stayed away from them was because he was more afraid of getting hurt. He definitely wouldn't be able to handle heartbreak, so keeping yourself single saved a lot of unwanted emotions.

He leaned his head back and tilted it in the girl's direction. He watched as her words flowed perfectly out of her mouth. It didn't matter what she said or how she said it, it was just nice to hear her voice. He let out a light chuckle, "Yeah." She was right. You never really seen people together at night. You would think there would be more parties or something, seeing as how night was the one time everyone could cut lose, maybe even have a little fun. It was weird. Wink was so used to having no responsibilities, it was a huge change coming to the asylum. He could no longer stay out all night, jumping from party to party. Point being, it sucked.

He let his eyes stare into hers. She really was a gorgeous girl. His smile grew as he noticed one forming across her lips. God, that smile. It gave him a feeling, almost like when Elektra smiled. He missed her, more than anything. Even though he loathed her, it was a love hate kind of relationship. But hey, it was her fault she left. Wink didn't need her anyways. He was perfectly fine being by himself. That was a lie. As long as he had alcohol he would be fine. Booze cured everything, for him at least.

Chills erupted through out his body as he felt her hand on his arm. He swallowed hard, eyes dropping from her face to her hand. It felt more than good to be so close to someone. He actually forgot what it was like, it had been so long. Was she making a move on him? Already? It was hard to tell. Wink had a major buzz on, it was difficult to read people at that state. Though, he didn't really care whether or not she was making move. It just felt good to be wanted again. Being in Elektra's company threw him off. Never in his life had he felt so unwanted, so hated. She made him feel like complete shit, yet at the same time he couldn't get enough of her. It was screwed up, that was for sure.

His stomach twisted into knots as his eyes traveled back up to hers. He slid the glass on the table, freeing up his right hand. His jaw clenched as his body moved closer to hers. Wink had absolutely no patience, the waiting was killing him. Taking in a deep breath, he let his right hand reach up to Ziga's face, his fingers sweeping away a lock of hair before gently moving in. His lips touched hers in an instant, planting a smooth kiss before slowly pulling back. Now, normally Wink was not the gentle kind of lover. No, he was far from it. But he respected Ziga enough to know better than to treat her roughly.

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[ANNEBEL TERREO ZIGA]

your orphan clothes

and your long dark hair

looking like you didnt care[/center][/i][/size][/b]

Ziga was alone. There was no other way to put it. She was alone, and would probably stay that way for roughly... forever, probably. She was that screwed up woman you see in chick flicks that had so many things going for her-- and then through her life away, jumping into bed just to escape it all. That sad, hopeless case that is the "best friend"of the movie, which the main character learns to grow out of and then toss to the side. Yep, that was Ziga summed up in a nutshell. Or at least, that's how she felt.

The truth was, she wasn't really that bad of a girl. After all, she'd gotten a doctorate in psychology and medicine, stayed in school, and was now working at a place that a lot of psychologist would basically see as a playground, wasn't she? And she had a god deal of friends here, and had been a decent role model for her patients. And yes, she did sleep with her co-workers once in a while. But no one was perfect. And she was still a woman who had needs.

But she still judged herself, and she would think harshly of herself in the morning. Though, that was really something she'd have to deal with in the morning. Right now, Wink's hands were soft on her face. Right now, she was happy, and that's what Ziga would focus on. And then Wink kissed her, and she responded. She'd missed Wink while she'd been away. Not in a way one would miss a boyfriend, rather, she just missed the simpleness that was between them. The no-strings-attached that they shared.

When Wink pulled away, Ziga smiled. Well, there would be no waiting, that was for sure. Which really, that suited her just fine. She leaned in close to him, and only lingered there for a moment before pulling back and getting off the couch. Without a single word, she began walking toward her room, her fingers finding the ends of her shirt and beginning to tug it up as she continued to walk. Just as she was about to round the corner, she pulled the shirt over her head, and flung it backwards in Wink's direction. She turned her head towards the door, making it so anything behind her would see the profile of her face. Her lips turned up in yet another smile. "Well, are you coming?" She asked, and then continues into her bedroom, and lied down on the bed, waiting.

drunken angel

--words--
four one eight
--tagged--
jonathon
--lyrics--
lucinda williams -- drunken angel
--outfit--
magical stuff
--notes--
crazy crazy crazy short
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[JONATHON GRAYE RICHARDSON]

For reasons unknown to even Wink, he felt like shit. Was it because he was ultimately taking advantage of this girl? No, that couldn't have been it. The boy had done this very thing so many times before, he was fairly unemotional about it now. Maybe it was just the alcohol clouding his thoughts, but he felt a sort of guilt swelling inside. Why now? Why did he choose to have a conscience now. Everything would have been fine if he hadn't starting thinking. That was the thing that always got him into trouble. Over thinking things made it really hard to seem like him he didn't care. Perhaps Elektra really did have an impact on him, as much as he hated to admit that.

Everything was so simple before arriving at Xavier. If he wanted a girl he would pick one up. Easy as that. But now, now that he had so much time to himself it drove him to think more often, to analyze his life. When it came down to it, he was really just a waste of skin. What did he ever accomplish in his entire life? Absolutely nothing. He was pathetic, to say the least. If he wouldn't have dumbed himself down in school he could have actually done something with his life. Hell, he could have been a doctor if he really wanted to, or a scientist. But no, the boy chose to spend his time drinking and smoking. If he wasn't such an idiot he could have made something of his life. He could have even took after his father and joined the army, something his dad had always wanted. Truth was, Wink was terrified. He wanted more than anything to make his father proud of him, but he just couldn't bring himself to do what he wanted.

His eyes traveled up to Ziga, her warmth leaving his side. He watched as she made her way to her bedroom, her shirt coming off in the process. Wink jaw clenched always instantly at the sight. His gaze dropped from the girl, landing on the shirt that was thrown in his direction. He couldn't help but find a smile when she spoke. She reminded him of Elektra, as much as he hated that. Ziga was beautiful, and oh so innocent. Just like she was. That thought made him feel even worse, but he didn't listen, he shrugged if off before lifting himself. He moved toward her room in a slow pace, contemplating if it was the right decision. Hell, if it were up to him he would shut down his conscience, that would definitely make everything so much easier.

He stopped at her doorway, leaning against it. His eyes traced over Anebel, bringing a warm smile to his face. She really was an amazing girl and she deserved so much better than him. Would he tell her that? Probably not. He wasn't about to put his life on hold so he could share his feelings. It was too late to turn back now. Without saying a word he pulled off his beanie and unzipped his sweater, letting it fall off of his shoulders. His jaw clenched again as he made his over to the bed, gently getting in beside Ziga. He laid on his back, leaning his head in her direction, another warm smile playing across his lips.

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[ANNEBEL TERREO ZIGA]

your orphan clothes

and your long dark hair

looking like you didnt care[/center][/i][/size][/b]

Human beings are weak. Weak in the mind, the soul, and even the body. Though they often like to convince themselves that the opposite was true, it really wasn't. People clung to things like religion to relieve their minds of guilt, or maybe to calm their fear of death, or to feel loved. Just the idea that there was some sort of God or Goddess out there giving a reason to everything calmed the hearts of the people, it stilled their restless minds. It was the same with their souls. All souls are in desperate need of company, and so it tells the mind to go get some. Whether that was another soul, or some higher power, it didn't really matter.

And then there was sex. A result of both the soul and the mind screaming out for their needs. The body sets itself on fire because the things inside haven't been fed. The craving, the need of that other thing, the other person. It was strong. And people were weak. Ziga was weak. And Wink played the role of that other person, the one that the soul and the mind needed so badly. Maybe it was wrong for her to do this, to objectify Wink the way she was, but she couldn't help it. And she wouldn't stop.

There was something upsetting Wink. She could tell, but Ziga didn't know what it was. Even in her drunken state, Wink was setting off some majorly stressed vibes. Ziga's heart went out to him. She knew how stressful life could be. After all, she had just buried her own father not even a month before. And now she was back to work. Some part of Ziga wished she could ask Wink what was wrong. Not as a shrink or anything, but as a concerned friend. She wished Wink could confide in her. She was a good listener. But that wasn't the relationship the two of them had. They were casual, nothing else. Anything more than that, and real feelings would develop, and then things between them would become complicated.

When he climbed in next to her, she shifted over a bit. There was a stillness for a moment, and she studied is his. He was handsome. That much was completely evident. After a second, she climbed on top of him, one leg on either side of him. One hand balanced her, and it rested on his chest, which was still clothed in his long sleeved shirt. She gently placed her other hand on Wink's face. Then she leaned down, resting the majority of herself on top of him. The feel of his body against hers made the nerves in her body buzz. And she knew it wasn't the alcohol she had consumed.

Ziga stilled felt guilty and immoral for behaving the way she did. But the closer she got to Wink, the less she cared. Because he was her escape from the world. After everything that had happened, Ziga wanted nothing more than to lose herself into someone. She needed the physical closeness. Wink was that person. He came to her at exactly the right moment, and she wasn't going to lose the opportunity.

Ziga kissed him. Once, and again, and then again. Softly, gently, and if one didn't know better, they almost seemed lovingly too. Then she moved his lips close to his ear, and whispered softly, "You don't have to be afraid of me."

drunken angel

--words--
five seven three
--tagged--
jonathon
--lyrics--
lucinda williams -- drunken angel
--outfit--
magical stuff
--notes--
sorry it took me a thousand years!!!
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[JONATHON GRAYE RICHARDSON]

A twisted grin painted itself across his lips when the girl got on top of him. His hands met her things almost instantly, his grip tightening as she placed her lips against his. He kissed her back, more roughly than gentle. He had to slow down; his eagerness was getting the better of him. He didn’t want to hurt Anebel, though it was just in his nature. He wasn’t normally gentle when it came to things like that. It was almost as if he was taking all of his built up rage and anger out during sex. The poor girl that he was with had to suffer, unless of course they liked it. Truth was he hadn’t met many girls that didn’t like it rough, which was all the more better for Wink. He made the girl happy, plus he let out some extra steam, it was a win, win situation.

His eyes shut automatically as the girl pulled away from him. It was like he was in a dream. He hadn’t been with a woman in so long, he forgot the feeling. Back home in Detroit, he had his fair share of ladies, although it was for all the wrong reasons. He felt the need to be with someone, to feel the warmth of their body against his. It had nothing to do with love, nothing at all. In fact, the farther away from emotional feelings the better. He didn’t want to get close to someone, truth was that he was scared, hell he was terrified. For every beginning there is an end, and that was what he was afraid of. He didn’t want to go through the heartbreak of losing someone he cared about. He wouldn’t be able to handle it.

Thoughts ran heavy through his mind as he opened his eyes, his stare traveling back to Anebel’s radiant glow. His hands moved slowly up to her sides as she bent forward, her lips just barely grazing his ear. The warmth of her breath sent chills through his body. God, he couldn’t wait. The words she spoke in his ear just gave him more of an urge. Afraid? She should be the one afraid of him. If only she knew. She was so innocent, so fragile. Surely Wink’s aggression would break the porcelain doll. Those thoughts would have mattered, if it was Johnny acting in the moment, but it wasn’t. No, it was all Wink. Of course, they were the same person, but at the same time they were worlds apart. It was a difficult concept to grasp unless you knew him completely, but not many did. His history was a twisted one, yet that was the reason he kept it secret.

A dark smirk crept to his lips, oh yes; Wink was taking over the situation. Without hesitation he moved his hands to Ziga’s wrists, his fingers wrapping around. Seconds after he flipped the position, pinning her down on the bed, his hands still gripped around her wrists.

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[ANNEBEL TERREO ZIGA]

your orphan clothes

and your long dark hair

looking like you didnt care[/center][/i][/size][/b]

The switch in Wink's behavior changed the atmosphere in the room almost instantly. Before, she had been slightly hesitant to touch him because he seemed upset somehow. Now, she could see the hunger and confidence in Wink restored, and she reciprocated the feeling. his lips were eager, hungry, and not to soon her lips met his in the same manner.

For the briefest moment, she considered asking him what had been on his mind. But the thought passed quickly - it was not her place.

In her nature, Ziga worried about everything, so her over-examination on Wink's behavior was anything but unusual. Even if she was here for just sex, she still cared for her friend- even as loose as that friendship was. But when Wink flipped her over, pinning her, she took this as a sign of him being fine, and pushed thoughts of him having any troubles out of her mind.

A hungry grin spread across her face. With her hands pinned, Ziga didn't have much room to maneuver, but she knew how to work with what she had. After all she was now Virgin Mary, now was she? Ziga flexed her hips, her back bowing so she was pressing up against Wink, making as much contact between the two of them as possible.

There was no guilt here- only pleasure. All of her self-loathing thoughts that she had been harboring since Wink came into the apartment fell off her like a second skin. Everything else fell away too- the death of her father, the constant nagging of her patients, her troubles with Saben Renner, the fact that she had just nearly lost her job, and he worry that she too was going crazy. Everything was melting, coming off her body with every touch from Wink. Her body was alive, thriving, pulsing. Everything thrummed with the anticipation of Wink.

This Ziga, this completely guiltless creature, was not often seen. And now, she was completely at the mercy of Wink. She was more than ready to surrender herself completely, and instantly. She knew Wink was rough, and that's what she looked forward too. Wink would probably be the only person to be that way with her. Everyone was so gentle, and not just sexually. They treated Ziga like a porcelain doll, and she was growing tired of it. Wink seemed more honest, more simple. He, right here, right now, was exactly what she needed.

drunken angel

--words--
four zero one one
--tagged--
jonathon
--lyrics--
lucinda williams -- drunken angel
--outfit--
magical stuff
--notes--
wow. so basically i suck. so so so so so so so sorry!!!!
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[JONATHON GRAYE RICHARDSON]

He kissed the female back, more rough than anything. He wanted her, craved her. His worries were a mere memory at that point, pushed far within his mind. The man couldn't be bothered with stupid problems, not when there was a beautiful woman lying inches beneath him. Before he would have been scared to hurt the female, now, well, he wasn't so careful. That's how it went with him, though. He let most of his anger out during sex, which was one way to keep him from lashing out on others. Now, he wasn't rough to the point of really harming the other person, though he was far from gentle. It wasn't that bad, as long as his partner didn't mind, which most of the time they didn't, hell they preferred it.

Wink returned the grin, only his had more of a dark glow. He loved the feeling of being in control, even more so than he thought. Of course, it was the jackass side of him making all of the moves. If he had been himself, well, things would have worked out way differently. For one, he would have never made it to the bedroom, in fear of what would come. See, the other side of him, the real side was far more caring, intelligent. He put others before himself, now Wink, he was the complete opposite. He charmed his way into girls' pants all of the time, why? Maybe it had something to do with a sense of accomplishment, then again, he just liked sex. It was a major stress reliever, not to mention an escape from the real world. There was just no downside, well, none that couldn't be avoided.

His smirk deepened as he felt her flexing, pressing her body against his. It took everything he had to not take her right then and there. She definitely wasn't making it easy for the man. Of course, two could play at that game. He both loved and loathed teasing, it drove him insane. On the other hand, it built up the excitement of what was to come. Chuckling slightly he pushed his body closer to hers, closing any space between them. He tightened his grip around her wrists, making it impossible for the female to escape his grasp. He brushed his lips across hers, leaning into a kiss before biting her lip. Wasting no time he moved away from her face, letting his lips trail the female's jawline, moving down to her neck. He finally released his grip around her wrists, letting his right hand travel down to her thigh, fingers grabbing hold of the band in her shorts. He was tired of wasting time, he could no longer wait, ne needed Annebel.

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WORDS

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4 5 5
TAGGED
Ziga !
OUTFIT
click meh !
MUSIC
n/a.
NOTES
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