Valentina doesn't want to grow up (glitzernd) wrote in landvik_logs, @ 2013-04-29 15:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | !faerie, rian, valentina |
Who: Rian Quinn (monarching) & Valentina Quinn (glitzernd)
When: April 11th
Where: Rian's and Val's apartment
What: Just Val cockblocking Rian. No big deal.
Warnings: Kissing and....that's it?
Rating: PG-13
Things went downhill since the wedding, Val thought to herself as she opened the door of her apartment. She had been outside running errands when she met someone from the Academy who told her the news. Another employee was dead. Not only did more and more employees of the Academy die or go missing, no, she was also stranded with her douchewaffle of a husband, who had just moved in with her and her roommate. He and his annoying little ankle-biter occupied the space she need for herself and everything pissed Val off more than it should. All the tragedies, all the failures that had happened in the past couple of weeks were Rian’s fault and today was the day he would pay for it.
She heard him immediately after closing the door. He was talking to someone and Val wondered briefly if her husband had a visitor, but figured that she would find out soon enough. Val heard his voice coming from her room and it only added up to her bad mood. She teared open the door, only to find her husband talking on the phone to someone she didn’t know. From the way he was talking to the person on the other end of the phone, Val figured it was one of his thousand girlfriends. Well, at least he wasn’t stretched out on her bed, but that hardly made the situation any better. For a short moment she felt something like jealousy which was weird because she didn’t even like Rian, right? His whole presence bothered her, though, and a malicious smile crossed her lips as an awful way to take revenge crossed her mind.
The faerie tiptoed into the room and sneaked up behind her husband. She grabbed the phone, ended the call and threw it onto her bed. Before Rian could say a word, she wrapped her arms around his neck and made herself comfortable on her husband’s lap. Then, before she knew what to do next, Val kissed him full on the lips.
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Of all the things he'd expected that afternoon, he certainly hadn't expected that.
He thought she was going to slap him, throw the phone at his (beautiful) face in an effort to chase him out of the room. She'd never been violent, but he'd thought violence would've trumped over affection should she ever need to choose between the two. Rian sat there frozen, not even kissing her back - he just sat there with a look of confusion on his face before finally asking, "What. the hell. was that?"
Could Faeries get demonically possessed? That must be it.
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Despite being aggressive, Val wasn’t overly prone to violence. Maybe she would have thrown the phone at his (not so beautiful) face at another day, but this time, she’d chosen another tactic -- and it seemed like it had worked. Rian definitely looked confused. “That was a kiss, you know? Married couples kiss from time to time,” Val said innocently as the kiss broke. She was still sitting on his lap and her face was still a little too close to his. “Why, didn’t you like it?” The faerie pretended to be sulky while playing with his (she had to admit that: fabulous) hair.
She was being her usual self -- Rian just didn’t know this side of his wife. Yet.
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Did he like it?
Was she seriously asking him that? Rian continued to stare at her dumbly. He hadn’t been this confused since one of his brothers tried to explain how mermaid anatomy worked. “I ...” He started, then shut his mouth, still struggling for coherency in his thoughts.
Fuck yeah, I liked it. Have you seen you?
NO! No. You’re the enemy. Get off my lap whore of Satan!
Did I just indirectly kiss Diarmuid?
“I ...” He started again and shook his head, pulling it back away further enough to look at her without all that ‘gazing into the eyes’ bullshit. “You hate me.” Then realization dawned and him, and for a moment he allowed himself to feel brilliant before concern took over. He put a hand on Val’s forehead. “Are you sick?” She didn’t feel warm.
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Oh, jesus christ, was it so hard to answer a question as simple as this? A simply “yes” or “no” would be enough. Chances were high that Val would have punched him if she had known his thoughts. Once for whore of satan and twice for Did I just indirectly kiss Diarmuid?.
“I don’t hate you anymore, Rian,” she said simply and it was the truth - more or less. Val didn’t hate him anymore and didn’t blame him for the stupidity of their parents. Her hatred focussed on both of their parents completely now. “Don’t be silly, I’m not sick.” She might not hate him anymore, but Val still wished that her parents had married her to someone with just a bit more intelligence.
“You didn’t answer my question. Did you like it?”
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Rian stared at her with a look that clearly read: What the fuck? “That’s news.” He said, still looking at her like she randomly sprouted out three heads. So, his wife was demonically possessed. Fantastic. How was he supposed to explain this to her parents? He supposed the Academy could try to exorcise the demon out of her, but what if it had munched on her soul already? What if there was no more Val left? “Uh ...” He said slowly. “Well. I ... “ Yes. “... guess so.”
Smooth.
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Only for the look on her husband’s face, this whole thing payed off. “It’s not news anymore now,” Val replied happily. For some reason, the confused look on his face gave her a feeling of happiness she usually got when messing with other people’s heads. She would have laughed out loud if she knew that he believed she was demonically possessed. Maybe there really was a demon inside her and she just didn’t notice it? Who knew? “Fantastic.” She beamed. “Do you want to do it again?”
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Rian did a double-back, blinking at her in disbelief. “Are you asking me if I want to make out?” This was weird. Way weird.
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“No, silly, I’m asking you to eat a horse,” was the snappish reply he got to his question. One second ago she’d been in a great mood but Rian had managed to piss her off once again. How could a person be so freaking retarded, Val wondered. At least he was a good kisser. “Do you want to or not?”
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What the fuck? was the endless mantra going on through his head. Was he high? He was high. He was high and she was demonically possessed and the entire world was upside down crazy and made no sense. Maybe he was dead. In a weird sort of hell where he was stuck with a wife who hated him and cockblocked him and wanted to make out.
Could be worse.
“Yeah, ok.”
Wouldn’t be the worst decision he ever made.
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Whoops, he was neither dead nor high nor whatever else he thought about. Rian was just blessed with a wife who was extremely jealous and didn’t tolerate phone calls to random people, especially not when they sounded like women. Val couldn’t help but roll her eyes. ’Yeah, ok’ was not how people usually responded to the prospect of making out with her, but whatever. She was here to mess with Rian and she would follow through with her plans.
Before Rian could say any more insulting things, Val pressed her lips back on his. She would show him how ’Yeah, ok’ this could get.