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Honey Skye Griffin (queen_of_gods) wrote in paxletalelogs,
@ 2010-08-11 09:21:00

Entry tags:

hera, poseidon, zeus

Who: Xander,Paul and Honey
Why: Pour the Wine
When: In the evening
Where: P3
Rated: Saucy Syrup

Wine was to Xander like Catnip had been to Rum (Honey Skye’s child hood pet cat that looked very much like a Pirate because he was missing a piece of his ear and he had this limpy thing he did when he craved attention…He was salty. VERY salty.).

Lately Xander had been salty too… at least to her. She didn’t know why. Maybe it was the marriage. Though she couldn’t see why that should bother him. He was the one that had concocted this silly idea in the first place and now they were dirty, stinking, filthy rich. They only had to live together for a little while to keep up appearances and then she would leave him alone to his own devices. He would hardly have to deal with her during thier happily ever after- only in matters that would concern them both as husband and wife. She’d told him that as soon as the deal was done, their signatures were signed and the certificate was in his hand.

Silly her for thinking he’d be happy to hear that she wasn’t looking to snatch up his freedom or keep him from the hundreds of panty moist woman that dreamed he'd be fingering them on satin sheets.

Then again, she was maybe just a little, teenie, tiny bit pleased that he was no longer this State’s most eligible bachelor.

Lately he didn’t seem pleased with her at all.

And she looked great lately - Very refreshed actually.

So, it was for that very reason that Honey had conveniently left out a bottle of wine on the counter of the kitchen, perfectly centered and practically beckoning to her new husband with it's sassy flashy label to come; indulge, drink and be merry - with a cupful oof sultry, tannic delights!

He would not be able to resist.

In fact, she had known that not being there to arouse any suspicion would make it harder for him not to pop the cork and get into his cups. Honey Skye was hoping he’d been through several when she started to unlock the door to their abode. She stepped in, hung up her jacket and swirled around to face the counter where the bottle of wine had been.

…and just like she had expected, the bottle of wine was no longer there.

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king_of_gods
2010-08-11 08:51 pm UTC (link)

"HONEY!" The bellow ricocheted into every alcove, cranny, and nook. Thunderous. Merry. Swathed with wine and laced with slur. It skipped, as a stone set off along a lucid, glittering lake underneath the bold, effulgent sun. The beat of a few drumming reverberations struck his ribcage and he laughed. The sound of his laughter, a chuckle, that seemed both to worry and inspire Heaven. "You're home!"

Vince fumbled out of where he'd been concealing himself. Actually, it was the couches fault for obscuring him from view. And fumbled wouldn't be as accurate as tumbled. Having just hit the send button to the forums, he'd slid his powerbook onto the coffee table nearby. The silver apple product a clean and floating, capped tooth on top the clear glass. Withering to the floor as prettily as a prematurely plucked flower, he got back up and righted himself swiftly and beautifully. His cheeks ruddy with glee and wine.

"Get it? Even when I come home I can say it! Since it's your name, meowmix!" He approached her, arms out and with only a slight waver. Wine of course made one happy, not disorderly. "I'm the fountain of youth. The more one indulges in smiles, laughter, thinks ecstatic thoughts, the longer they're preserved." And, eyes heavily-lidded and happy, he embraced her.

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i_sea_you
2010-08-11 11:33 pm UTC (link)

Paul had no idea what the fuck was going on anymore. But something was clearly bugging Vince, for he only got himself thrown in jail and ended up piss drunk when things in his life were amiss. Therefore, Paul was set on figuring out the cause of these issues. It wasn't that he was trying to 'find himself.' That had already happened.

He headed up to P3 and knocked on the door, since he wasn't sure if Honey was home or not and he didn't want to just bust in even though he said he would. But still! Catching them in the middle of a raunchy sex act was not on his to-do list for today.

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queen_of_gods
2010-08-12 12:49 am UTC (link)

There he was.

The wine from his breath wafted over between the air between them and she was all at once happy because the grey cloud that had been crowning his head the last few days, while she was around, had blossomed to a radiant halo of sun. And what was even better...was that soon his friend - Wine - would turn on him eventually and he'd be silent at last!, drooling where he finally passed out.

"Quite!" They'd gone through this honey/Honey joke probably once a month when they'd been the sort of together that didn't involve mergers and acquisitions."You're sooo funny darling." She told him as he bridged the distance all moony and sentimental. Honey wasn't sure if she should kiss him or stab him. "That's why I married..."

Xander lifted her with his embrace and she gave a great big "YOU!" because she wasn't expecting his exuberance. "Let me down..!" she simpered, almost laughing but then things got more serious and he was getting clumsy. She must have been lighter than she looked because he'd nearly bonked her head on the light fixture above their heads. "What are you doing? Pleeease let me down!" whether she liked this attention, of course, was locked behind her stony emotions.

Hark! there was a knock on the door!

"It's unlocked!" she called out, before...

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king_of_gods
2010-08-12 12:54 am UTC (link)

"Oh?" The question soared, along with his smitten thoughts, toward the unexpected knocking on the door. Who was knocking? It couldn't be Paul. No, it could be Paul, it had to be Paul, because Paul was on his way. Paul, Paul, "Paul," he'd managed out loud on accident, but Paul had said he was going to let himself in? As those knowing they're ever welcome do? Why was he knocking? Was Paul angry? Vince, like a lion, scented his cleanly shaven chin against Honey's collarbone, the surface arch of her recoiling neck, and eventually the side of her cheek, before he plopped her onto the edge of the couch he'd lifted her toward. "That's Paul."

Sliding himself back into a more sober repose, that feigned wobbling variety of happy drunken gaits, he strut over toward the door. There was a miniature laughter chirping in his throat, at what one could only imagine, as he went behind the door, pressed his index to his mouth in a 'Shhhhh' fashion to hush his roomy, and began slowly opening it.

Was it a ghost! Who opened it! OH, he could barely keep himself staying quiet. Vince fancied himself pretty fucking funny.

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i_sea_you
2010-08-12 01:05 am UTC (link)

Oh yeah, Vince was pretty fucking funny alright. "You're not naked, are you?" Paul asked, finally just walking in, taking a moment to give Vince an affectionate punch-tap on the arm, since he was standing behind the door being ghostly and all. Ooooh eeee ooooh!

He saw Honey on the couch and smiled at her. But to congratulate her or not? Was this even a real marriage? What had they done? "Hey you two," was the greeting he settled on. "I'm not...interrupting or anything, right?"

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queen_of_gods
2010-08-12 02:18 am UTC (link)

Smitten wasn't the word she'd use. Somewhere in Honey's mind she believed that someday, perhaps when she was on Holiday in Greece...or the vineyards of Italy, she'd finally meet the man who only had eyes for her. That believed truly no other woman could satiate his volcanic desires like she could....and he wouldn't have to be drunk to be happy to see her.

Of course it was hard to think these thoughts when he was rubbing his scent all over her, marking his territory- her being the territory. Maybe later he'd piss on her leg. Xander was such a slob.

Never a dull moment right?

Of course it was Paul. Who else would he contact while he was drunk and in such close proximity to his own army of friends. Honey felt pretty alone in that moment, as Xander waltzed to the door in his slippery state. She'd tried to reach out and be neighborly but sometimes it wasn't easy for her to do so in that give peace a chance, buy the world a coke sort of way that seemed to be popular in this building.

Awww. But how could she NOT be glad to see Paul. Look at him. All sheepish... "You're too adorable Paul! You are not interupting a thing. Absolutely nothing at all." She got up from the couch, moved over to the kitchen and bent ( with a lady like bend at the knee) to the special, temperature controlled wine vault that was, if you could believe it, a built in appliance of the penthouse! "You're always welcome!"

Spare no expence and now that the nuptials were complete they never had to again. "Let me pour us a glass of wine."Honey stood back up strangling a bottle of red and a bottle of white with two hands. She glanced at the empty bottle Xander had purged on with the tiniest scowl. It had been tossed with little after thought. She noted a few specks of purple had bled into her side of the carpet. But, she didn't say a word and wouldn't embarass Paul by creating a scene about something so insubstantial.

Besides, you didn't train the fleas in the circus by stomping on them.

"Do you prefer red or white?"

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king_of_gods
2010-08-12 03:04 am UTC (link)

The King of the castle hated it when people knew he was behind the door. Of course, he forgave himself for being so obvious and accepted his punch with an air of deflated-balloon dignity. There was always next time.

Having done the answering for him, and the welcoming, and the wine-ing, he couldn't help but to equally feel thankful and a bit threatened by her generosity. Deep down he as well felt the swelling of a bit of pride. How... wifely of her. How nice (he shuddered inwardly.) When she was nice, it usually spelt an awful thing in a discreet, often indirect way which he'd learn the recipe of disaster for later on when alone. The brows softened by the spell of Bacchus chamfered in a brief haste to meet in the middle of his forehead for a huddle, a game plan -- do we trust the ripe peach from the wicked witch ... ? Or is it poisoned?

Woozily, he sloshed with pride over yonder to ye olde royal wall where he leaned himself gloriously. "Nah, Honey was just in the middle of acting very strangely. I believe people often refer to this as kindness. Please, Paul, bask in this lovely puzzle with me." He batted his lashes mockingly as the rest of him spilled over gracefully toward the drink table she was arranging for them, so very courteous and sweet. "Would you? Isn't she so pretty when she's nice? Really puts color in her cheeks."

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i_sea_you
2010-08-12 11:03 am UTC (link)

"She's always pretty, you know," Paul replied - and he had always been of the opinion that Vince needed to express his appreciation better for the woman who so willingly put up with his...colorful personality. And brushed aside all of his transgressions like they didn't matter, when Paul knew she was hurting over them - who wouldn't be? She could put up as many walls as she wanted, to try to pretend like she was safe from emotional mishaps but he didn't really believe that.

But wine was good. And obviously Vince had a lot prior to this moment. "Red, actually," he confirmed. "So..." He glanced between the two of them. "Congratulations on the wedding, by the way. I'm really happy for you two."

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queen_of_gods
2010-08-12 01:47 pm UTC (link)

“Never mind him.” She told Paul, giving Xander a glance that bordered on severe, because she hated when people talked about her like she wasn’t there and he knew this and he did it anyways. It was the sort of pet peeve that made opening the bottle of wine a cinch – the cork didn’t have a chance. And it was for this reason alone that she addressed Xander directly before reaching for the finest crystal red wine classes they/he/she owned, “You’re just upset that you have to use a glass instead of drinking out of the bottle like a hobo.” She winked at Paul after, indicating that she did have a sense of humor about the sort of slanderous ribbing he was prone to give her when he was uncertain about something…probably having to do with her.

But awww, oh Paul! He was always coming to her rescue. ”You’re so chivalrous.” Honey told him brightly, absolutely pleased at the compliment. She handed the sea farer his glass across the counter. Honey did not do the same for the king himself. She wasn’t a servant and he was not a guest. Besides, she needed to get started on a fruit & cheese plate. Hopefully Xander hadn’t chewed through the box of crackers she’d bought or that beautiful crusty bread she’d nabbed from the bakery. It had such a lovely buttery patina! Xander needed to eat something….or he’d probably end of being sick. On her side of the carpet.

But, as she made the journey over to the refrigerator, Paul’s congratulations made her giggle – Ok! Maybe a little bit of a snort escaped too. “Thank you Paul. It wasn’t really a wedding though. We didn’t have a guest list.” She said graciously, as she reached into the fridge for that lovely camembert oh! and that sharp cheddar – the stuff from Oregon, the grapes, olives. Ooooh and was that brie? They were all set on the counter, on the wood block cutting board and then she made for the bread. Which! She discovered had a big old bite mark right on the end. She bonked Xander over the head with the loaf. (not hard but hard enough to make a thonk sound) “Seriously Xan? You couldn’t have just cut off a piece?”

She looked right at Paul when she said, “Unbelievable…He thinks he’s a goat. Biting at anything that gets in front of him.”

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king_of_gods
2010-08-12 07:11 pm UTC (link)

"Marriage is at times necessary in order for certain endeavors to be taken more seriously by a conservative society." The goat spoke eloquently, serenely, and with a merciful intensity. Having formed an agenda for revenge which would strike soon--at any given moment--he was at length one with having his head jokingly ridiculed by a loaf of bread. Aware she did so in such a manner that one might put their face into the lion's jaws; to show they had a unique advantage over a glorious beast. To boast. At present the calm, cloudless blue of his eyes focused on his friend, who he felt perhaps had taken the unawareness of their union the wrong way. He didn't want Paul to feel he were left out. Vince thought he'd mentioned it. "Unfortunately, society still regards a married man more useful, more respected, more committed than a single one." with a sigh, he grinned in acknowledging a likely mutual disregard for that wormy fact. "Perhaps because of what he has to put up with. Was there ever a single president of the United States?"

The fact was unanimously accepted and regarded, he'd thought.

"Besides, my father had a stipulation with the money I'd inherit." Arch of his faultless brow boated the transgression of an eye that voyaged over toward Honey. Paul was Vince's closest friend, and deserved the truth more than a man who comes home to find his wife in a dinosaur costume, spanking the mailman who is dressed like the Easter Bunny. "I had to be married. And Honey isn't a gold digging bitch... note, not a gold digging bitch. As I'm sure of the other colorful varieties of bitch out there, she may gladly wave her affiliation flag... but oh, how lovely she is. Good friend too when she wants to be. When she's not hitting people in the head with things."

The seriousness fled. And a message reminder blinked, vibrated, belled on his iPhone. They were all close enough to see it.

MOMZILLA
U listen to my voicemail?
U need to call. About dad.
Reply | Ignore

Ignore was pressed hurriedly.

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i_sea_you
2010-08-12 07:50 pm UTC (link)

So Vince hadn't been kidding about the business thing. But marriage...that wasn't something that was supposed to be so callous and cold. Not that he didn't think that Vince and Honey shouldn't be married - no, they absolutely should because they were perfect for each other in the sense that any other partner would have flown the coop by now. But like this? Treating the union like it was nothing more than a contract? He wanted to smack his dear friend, his best friend, his closest friend - the one who had been there throughout it all - upside his fucking head and tell him to wake up and just be good to her for like, five minutes. Love came in all varieties, that he knew - sometimes it wasn't always dolphins jumping and forming a heart shape as doves were released, but there was no reason to be cruel.

"You're lucky to have her," he said. "She keeps your head on straight, for that I commend you, Skye." Glancing at the impressive spread of cheese and fruit, he smiled. "Do you need any help with that? I'd be glad - "

And then the iPhone interruption. Paul immediately saw who it was, but when Vince pressed ignore, he frowned.

"No, Vince. Please just call her." He picked up the iPhone. "If you don't, then I will."

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queen_of_gods
2010-08-13 02:14 am UTC (link)

Paul was wrong. It absolutely had to be this way. Honey had to seperate whatever this was from any romantic notions. So, while she was slicing the cheddar (ha! cutting the cheese) she pointed the knife at Xander and stated matter of factly, "Right back at you, marmalade." Because he was letting his own bitch flag fly higher than hers. But, she needed to make one point clear, "and I absolutely did marry you for your money." The cheese was fanned out decoratively on the tray. "and I deserve every penny."

Jauntily she swayed her hips as Paul lavished her with accolades and her tongue poked out from the well tended teeth that were framed by her perfectly painted lips. "Thank you Paul but he is simple enough...I mean this is simple enough."

A sly little grin was given and she put a finger on her cheek and swayed it as if she had dimples.

That's when the phone rang and she glanced over with the rest of them toward the picture and the message displayed. Frowning after Xander's complete disrespect for his mother she silently agreed with Paul. She hadn't dared mention anything since that first day. Not because she was afraid but because she hadn't found the right moment and moments were everything when it came to Xander.

"Maybe you should wait until morning." After all, he was drunk and a Xander drunk was a Xander who was freewheeling with those mighty emotions of his. Softly she looked to Paul and even softer she stated the simple, obviouse fact."He's drunk...."

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king_of_gods
2010-08-13 03:13 am UTC (link)

Was he not good to her? Look around, he'd say, observe his goodness in all its obviousness. For however much she put up with, he did as well in turn participate in her rocky emotional landslides and bumpy roller coaster rides. He just didn't mind being publicly the bad guy, where she was a bit more underhanded--one of the things he unfortunately adored about her--and so he was the asshole. Big deal. Honey wasn't a picnic, but, she was right about one thing: "You do deserve it, darling. That's why you're here instead of Whitney Port, couldn't get ahold of her, also she didn't deserve it as much as you."

Ah, and then everyone was telling him to call his mother. Didn't they realize it was bad news? She never texted for good news; no ones mother did. She had something awful to say and he wasn't ready to hear it. Glancing back and forth from Paul and Honey was like being badgered on a witness stand, he could answer, but consequently he'd reveal more than he'd prefer to.

"I'm not drunk enough not to call." Suddenly, Vince didn't seem to happy. In fact, his sky blue turned a stormy gray... and, eerily, the lights flickered just so.

At that moment, as he diverted his attention, the phone vibrated again:

MOMZILLA
Dad was murdered.
Reply | Ignore

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i_sea_you
2010-08-13 10:42 am UTC (link)

Paul was skeptical. He loved Vince like a brother, truly he did, and he knew him better than most anyone - his dear wife Honey was at the top of the list too. He didn't think Vince was an asshole, but he was still skeptical over the premise of this union. It would be so much easier if they both just admitted they loved each other instead of trying to show it through mutual backstabbing. No, Honey wasn't entirely innocent, but if Vince wanted to marry her, he should have asked properly. Besides, money wasn't everything.

But that wasn't the issue right now.

As if piggy backing off of Paul's frustration, storm clouds gathered outside, and then a loud clap of thunder. He started a bit, because the lights flickering had come before that, and there was no reason - maybe the building had electrical problems? Rain began to pour relentlessly, fat drops of water splattering against the windows.

"Vince - " Paul began, right when the iPhone went off in his hand. Of course he looked down to see the message. This caused his stomach to drop to his shoes and all of a sudden he couldn't breathe.

"Oh, fuck...Vince...Jesus Christ, fuck..." He gasped, setting the phone down. As he did, there was a slight tremor - the shelves rattled, like a scene from Jurassic Park wherein a t-rex stomping around in the distance caused water glass vibrations far off on a dashboard before everyone panicked and ran for their lives.

That freaked him out, but not as much as the text message. Swiftly, Paul picked the phone back up and dialed Vince's mother.

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queen_of_gods
2010-08-13 03:08 pm UTC (link)

Honey didn't think Xander should call. She was absolutely making the point he should not. Thus, why she had told her husband to wait until tomorrow. She was tempted to smash his I-Phone against the wall just to stop him from doing something stupid- him being either Paul or Xander. Then his mother did something stupid too. She decided to impatiently text him about his father's murder. What was the world coming too? First that horrible I-Phone commercial when the wife calls and video conferences in about her pregnancy and now this, a text about a murder. She was close enough to see it.

No one had a chance to take a breath about anything anymore. Now! NOW! NOW!

It was practical thinking despite how callous it seemed because there wasn't a hell of a lot that could be done at this very moment, tonight about his father's murder. She supposed there would be grand speeches about revenge coming in the morning or actually maybe in the next few minutes but at this moment, when Xander was drunk and therefore incredibly volatile, she was sort of afraid of what sort of weather was headed their way. This was precisely why she was a good friend. Emotional landslide her ass. If anyone in this room could keep it together it was not the two of them.

The thunder startled her some. It wasn't supposed to rain today...

"Paul..." Honey put a hand on his arm when he reached for the phone but dialing was as simple as pressing one button and before she could say don't, the phone was already ringing. Releasing Paul's arm after the deed was done she took the few steps over to Xander, grabbed the wine as she went and started to top off his glass.

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king_of_gods
2010-08-13 03:36 pm UTC (link)

A selfish thought that crept around his shoulders, soothed, nestled, warmed like the clouding of a scarf, maybe they understand why I was ignoring it now... his stormy eyes were bleak as the skies now, as he watched Paul toil over the ringing. Listening to the weather as if it confirmed a suspicion.

Foolish, wretched words those were to text. Indeed. Of this, his mother, good-mannered, even-tempered, poised, was well aware. However, in a situation where she knew her son would avoid confrontation of this variety for as long as he could reasonably manage (Vincent of course, usually not being the type to prevent any embrace of confrontation at all.), because of the heaviness of the information she had found, the horror she had uncovered by herself. The burden was hard to carry on an aging, aching back. She knew he would read the text... it was the only way.

She answered desperately, her tone dotted with sobs. "Xander?! Xander I'm so sorry to tell you this way! I knew you wouldn't pick up, dear!"

(had to do a small one before I was pushed out of the door!)

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i_sea_you
2010-08-13 04:39 pm UTC (link)

Paul knew Honey was right. He knew that this should wait but until when? Vince had been ignoring the calls for weeks now. Tomorrow he would be sober, maybe, but he couldn't continue to go on like this - a cycle of denial (which, by the way, was not just a river in Egypt). And granted, texting about the murder was ridiculous too. It was all just ridiculous.

Despite knowing that she was right, this did nothing to quell the raging thunderstorm - both outside and inside. When Paul lost his temper, essentially all else was lost as well. The fuse had reached its end, and there was an explosion.

"No, no, Honey, we can't just - " he stammered in a rush, while the other line was ringing. And another booming clap of thunder resonated, while sheets of rain pummeled the glass. "We have to know now, what if someone is going to try to come after you?! We have to be prepared!" The fierce protective streak Paul exhibited toward his friends was showing itself now, and by 'You' of course he meant the collective Vince and Honey. Because why would anyone kill Vince's father? He was an old man who just wanted to do good for the city he lived in.

When the sobbing woman picked up, Paul rubbed his forehead, breathing deeply. He spoke to her, attempted to calm her a little, but the more she told him of the situation the worse the storm outside became. Now he was thinking of his own father as well. The Captain (recently deceased due to a heart attack, an astounding coincidence) had been on the city council, he was one of the advisers to Vince's fath -

And then? An earthquake. A series of vibrations, shaking the entire building for a good 8-10 seconds. Not uncommon for this region of California, but still entirely unexpected.

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queen_of_gods
2010-08-13 07:41 pm UTC (link)

Honey stood back. It was her way of saying </i> Then by all means... by not saying anything at all. She may have even made a sweeping hand motion reminiscent of ballet dancers and those prone to making closing arguments.

and they say women are the emotional creatures . but that may have been thought too soon because Xander's mother was broken up and her brow wrinkled as she listened in on the conversation.

Her arms were crossed over her chest. She even fidgeted by looking down at the buttons of her dress and adjusting one that had started to slip out of its button hole. It was better than letting her gaze bounce between the two boys. Maybe she should have been more wifely by standing beside Xander with her hands consolingly draped over his shoulders but she was incredibly stubborn and he had been such a prat the past few days. After her button was firmly in place she took her own glass of wine and took a sip....

But of course that's when the earthquake struck. The first thing she thought was "my dress!", quite vocally as red wine splattered like a murder down the front of her smock. The glass was dropped, the crystal shattering into a hundred pieces. The second thought she thought was Xander... Of course even when she was shaken up she didn't sputter that aloud.

She gripped the marble counter top with a white knuckled eagle grasp.

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king_of_gods
2010-08-13 08:16 pm UTC (link)

He had not journeyed to move, flinch, blink; not even faintly, not even a cringe. The cold, hard steel of his gilded eyes were concentrated on nothing. They were not set or focused, as they stuck down at the rumbling, rippling, bumbling table, as if listening to a far off noise. As if nothing alarming were presently occurring. Murdered, the hot word repeated, made gray tufts of smoke in a frozen room of his weatherworn mind.

The usually reliable electricity in the stubborn building didn't seem to be at it's most well behaved during the tantrum of a storm, nor before it. The kicking of the hands and feet of a juvenile, but quite noticeable earthquake, caused what glassware there was to clatter together like a child smashing a plastic hammer onto a rainbow xylophone... But of course, the skies were unhappy for a number of reasons. Not just because three oblivious myths, in their sudden anger and anguish, were feeding off of the energy they knew not yet of.

The view of his friend and wife stirred his stagnant mind into action at length, seeing them labor and upset, a whole accumulation of moments. All at once. All out of the blue. All when he just wanted his wine, wife, and friend to spend time together... Simple things. Sentimental.

However, finally, his eyes came back to their sense. They had to. They bore a resolute pathway straight for the sight of Paul, with phone in hand, the receiver of the distraught, familiar voice which echoed, claws out against the walls, running through his ears. He stood up with a settled strength and volume, a degree of certainly in his gravely calm, smoldering steps, and opened his palm before his ~~brother~~ best friend, to hand over the phone.

The voice rang out a little: "Oh, Paul, I know Captain would've .."

But, what she said was lost in the passing of the seconds, of the eye-to-eye moment, and of course, the phone being given over.

"Mother."

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i_sea_you
2010-08-13 08:38 pm UTC (link)

Jesus Tapdancing Christ, what the shit was that? The earthquake threw Paul for a loop - along with the raging storm, the constant flickering of the lights and the way the building's circuit breakers suddenly seemed to be possessed. While clinging to the counter, he managed to get out a choked sound of surprise as the lights went off and came back on once again - the look on Vince's face was serious, and Paul didn't hesitate. He handed over the phone, glad that his best friend would finally talk to his mother. Even if it had to come about this way.

But now the mess. The glass. "Honey...are you okay?" Paul asked, immediately going to clean up the shattered glass before anyone could step on it. "What the fuck..."

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queen_of_gods
2010-08-17 12:35 am UTC (link)

Perhaps it was with an incredibly selfish realization that she noted only Paul had asked after her. Clenching her fist until her knuckle popped she stood up from her defensive stance and glanced around the room for any other destruction that had taken place in the chaotic few moments just before. Just a broken glass. Relieved she swiped at her frock and then, smiled sweetly at Paul after he had relinquished the phone.

"Yes." She replied to Paul as she regarded how fast he was to swoop to action, "Let me get the broom." She told him and was careful to step lightly although the glass growled under her feet. Though, she had to consider where it was before she could swoop to action herself.

Right before Honey arrived at the utility closet and the accessories, she glanced over his shoulder at her husband but ignored the conversation in the meantime as she opened the door and flicked her gaze around at the accessories Xander and her had hardly used in the upkeep of their shared space.

The handle of the broom was gripped and the dustbin too before she came back to the both of them and handed the dustbin to her friend Paul. Perhaps she was still shaken by the violent eruption of weather but if it was so she barely seemed disturbed. Instead she began to sweep the shards into a singular, crystal pile that would make it easier to push into the metal container.

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