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Post by Apple Collins on Jul 5, 2015 21:15:01 GMT
Apple was having one of her off days. Days like this only had one solution: milkshakes. It seemed silly in theory, but there was no possible way to frown while slurping down a thick, strawberry (in her case) shake at their favorite little oldin' time style diner: one of the few left standing in any of the spacious Capitol.
You could not frown while your boyfriend flashed his glorious teeth that could make pearls jealous.
You could not frown when you had a day off from measuring and bagging skunky marijuana, clumps of ugly tan rocks, and fine powders (that she often managed to knock over).
You simply couldn't find a reason to frown on a day like this.
She slid into an outdoor patio chair, the cushion just luxuriously plush enough to keep the blunt gesture from causing her any pain in her tail bone, and let out a poetic, drawn out sigh that stopped with a rumble as her deeply arctic blue eyes met his, and the corners of her mouth upturned before her mind could fully comprehend how warm his gaze made her feel.
She felt so low, and smiling seemed to betray that fact, but it was damn near impossible to wipe the airy, toothy expression off her marble tough face.
It was tough to remember what feeling so down felt like when you're sat outside your favorite diner with your favorite person, making some of your most /favorite/ memories.
But a milkshake and good company didn't wipe her slate clean. Their reason for ending up at the diner so early in the morning (eight AM -- practically torture!) was just as what it was every other time they ended up there: nightmares.
They were not the kind full of blood and gore, but the kind of quiet devils disguised as charming men, her family looking war-torn and dead-eyed, and Raiden... Raiden, bumbling and wide eyed, delusional and unresponsive.
It never ended. She didn't believe it truly ever would, no matter how dopily and unbelievably happy she was.
Apple left her thin, mellow pink jacket over her shoulders. It was as soft as a blanket, with its cottony, wool like fabric.
It was pushing sixty-five degrees, but she would lug that thing around with her until it reached seventy-five. She stroked the fabric with her thumb absently, and gave her boyfriend a once over. She could usually figure out how stressed and exhausted she looked outwardly by his expression .
But the tensity between them lasted no more than a few minutes before their faults and rocky pasts were left in the dust, and their stomachs ached from laughter.
"So, like, is eight too early for a milkshake? I hope so, 'cause I'm feeling rebellious today." She whispered with an unyielding amount of light to it, hand falling limply from her coat. Packaging and dealing drugs with your boyfriends was clockwork -- not rebellious in the least.
But dessert for breakfast? Moral conflict.
She examined her chipped pink nails appreciatively. They were no acrylics, but for someone who washed her hands religiously, they looked pretty even to her.
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Post by Raiden Saint on Jul 12, 2015 4:48:03 GMT
{ } The sun had barely risen in the sky. Just a peak of light, a hint that there was something more- that beyond their crooked curtains and stolen darkness there was hope for a new day. New promises to make and new risks to take. The possibilities were endless. The day could end well, with them cradled in each other’s arms, or bad, where he’d be sent to sleep on the couch and listen to the cars hum past rather than the thud of her heart as she slept. He was rooting for a good day, as always, but wouldn’t hesitate to take the hurdles as they came. Up or down, he was here for it all. Thick and thin, he wasn’t going anywhere.
So when a soft prod to his ribcage and a gentle plead for a milkshake woke him at the wee hours of the morning, well, who was he to object to her wishes when she’d granted so many of his own? Swiftly, through a tired haze, he moved through the actions of getting ready. One foot at a time. An arm through this hole- his head through that one. Socks first, shoes next. A hand through his hair, keys shoved hastily into a pocket, and lips pressed tenderly to the temple of the one he loved.
Eight in the morning, and they were on their way to her favorite diner- for blended ice-cream.
He didn’t protest, didn’t even question it. Just soaked in the first few rays of light that the sun offered and ordered a vanilla milkshake after she had requested a strawberry. Nothing too spectacular this morning, his brain hasn’t even caught up with the fact he’s outside let alone would it be able to compute anything much more complex than the simplest of flavors.
Shake held lazily against his palm as his lover slotted against his side, he guided them outdoors, onto the patio of the small shop. A seat pulled out, and a seat taken. Silence fell over them for a moment, comforting and easy. His foot nudged hers out of habit as he slurped at the drink in his grip, eyes casting over their surroundings before settling on the blonde beside him.
Raiden knew why they were here- how could he not? Apple fidgeted at his side most nights, swept over with nightmares from her past, and ones yet to breathe in the light of day. Memories and imagination alike, it kept her up at night and he did his best to soothe her worries, but sometimes he wasn’t enough. Which is why he was so easily persuaded into rising from his own slumber and squirming in the fair morning air as they sucked at flimsy straws. He played her game, whatever it took to heighten her mood. Laughs shared and casually conversation swapped, he really wouldn’t have it any other way.
Tipping his head in her direction as he spoke, Raiden pretended to ponder it for a moment, licking at his lips to rid himself of the white coating he knew was lingering there as he tilted his head. What they did for a living was rebellious in the eyes of the law, no doubt about that, but to them? It was ritual, and it was work, and it was far from rebellious nature when it came to them. So this? Sneaking out of their home this early to lounge around with milkshakes? Well, he supposed so.
“Definitely too early. I mean, did you see the look the waitress gave us?” Raiden found himself chuckling, one hand gripping his stomach as he shook his head and grinned, “And rebellious, eh? How about we go have dinner for breakfast, wear our pajamas for the rest of the day, and go steal a cat, yeah?” He was teasing, a giggle at the back of his throat as he leaned more her way, at ease as a breeze drifted past.
Today was going to be a good day, he just knew it.
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Post by Apple Collins on Jul 12, 2015 5:29:17 GMT
Apple stirred her thick, frothy shake timidly, a crinkle at the edges of her eyes as she scrutinized the shake, trying to understand the extent of its healing properties. Why was it a universal antidote, or was it one at all? Perhaps it was the combination of Raiden's company and the backdrop. Perhaps milkshakes had nothing to do with it at all.
She tilted her chin toward the sky, eyeing Raiden up as he spoke to give herself an amusing air of sophistication. "Well, we already gotta cat. Technically, Mystery's Jazzy's cat, buuut-"
But the war seemed to be at its climax, and she had a gut feeling that the peculiar, shaggy cat the pair so doted upon would be there in the distant future.
She leaned close and murmured with a smirk something that she was very, very fond of in her depressive states: something about a petty, harmless crime. "I'm gonna steal this milkshake glass. It's real pretty." She was the reason they had such fanciful china and cutlery.
She finally returned his gesture and nudged his foot back with a dissolving smile, and daintily lifted the chocolate coated straw to her lips. For such a petite, pleasant blonde, she had an edge that had seeped into her physical features. Her blue eyes were sharp and full of depth and an icy coolness that made her greatly resemble her militant sister, and her smile could be a bit twisted.
All-in-all, her rocky, blotchily recorded memories of the past ended up serving her well in her career. She was a pretty blonde with an edge, and people respected her. Such a haggard, lowly career had changed her life for the better.
And Raiden had taken her in and had known what to do to turn her life around, and because of that, she could return the favor.
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Post by Raiden Saint on Jul 16, 2015 9:26:18 GMT
{ } "Mm," Raiden hummed in response, gaze casting over the scenery as his lips molded around his next words- which were just as playful as anything else he'd said throughout the short span of the day, "Good point. Would you rather we steal a dog? Name it something adventurous and completely against the rules? Oh! Maybe we can go borrow our neighbor's bird, bet they wouldn't even notice." They sure did, the thing didn't shut up half the time it was in it's cage on the porch, crowing and squawking at the couple as they worked in the peace of their own backyard.
He was trying desperately to keep it all light, blatantly ignoring her comment about Jasmin because he knew where that road led. With the war's current state, and her sister's status, it was just better if they didn't touch the topic all together- made life easier to handle in times like this.
Lips curled around his straw in a solemn spout of silence, he sucked and slurped as the contents of his glass wiggled it's way into his mouth through his diligent suction. He hated straws, so much work when it came to shakes as thick as the one he'd been drinking down. He was about to give up the battle all together and snatch up a spoon when Apple leaned, and naturally, he dropped all of his thoughts and just inched closer. Like magnets, the two just stuck.
A grin snuck across his lips, and he just shook his head, eyes swatting back to the establishment behind them before he teasingly spoke, "Think you could make it, huh? If they notice, they may not let us back." Of course they would, Apple had been stealing silverware and platters alike from the little restaurant for a while now. Really, he'd be surprised if she hadn't told him she planned on it.
But her wanting to rebellious and all today, it just fit, and he didn't plan on stopping her from petty theft when what they did day to day was a much bigger crime anyhow.
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Post by Apple Collins on Jul 17, 2015 4:31:18 GMT
Apple snickered a little bit as he leaned in, and nuzzled her face briefly into his neck, slouching; just resting there. It kept her grounded. "I like birds. We could get one sometime. Maybe a blue one. Or a pink o -- they don't have pink birds," She remembered, and recalled it aloud, sounding a little crestfallen by that sad reminder. Not enough things came in pink.
Forgetting the birds momentarily, she shifted slightly, face still nestled into his neck, and peered at the two decorative glasses. She could manage it.
She was surprisingly good at stealing, but neither had tested how far her abilities went. He wasn't keen on putting her in danger, and she being in danger.
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Post by Raiden Saint on Jul 17, 2015 10:00:43 GMT
{ } "Birds are loud," Raiden commented, at ease with the simplicity of their conversation- it comforted them that they could seem so normal, so safe, "But if you want one," he caved, having no power to say no to his girlfriend- he was an admittedly weak man when it came to being stern with her, "It is the Capitol, I'm sure they have a pink bird lying around somewhere." Pursing his lips lazily as he nudged in closer to her touch, he added, "Or they could figure out who to make one. Just for you. They totally would." A grin plastered to his lips, he let his eyes roam over the sky, the sun painting the soft blue with gentle rays of orange, promising them a beautiful day.
A soft sigh left his lips as she snuggled in closer, the warmth radiating from her more comforting than the normalcy of it all.
Well, talking about petty theft isn't actually normal by any standards, but it was safe enough for them. No real harm done.
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Post by Apple Collins on Jul 18, 2015 1:44:57 GMT
Apple clucked her tongue at him. "Ray, you failed the test! Mystery would eat a bird. We could get another kitty friend, though," She wasn't sure she meant it, but a little kitten friend to keep Mystery company would suit her lonely feline companion.
She pulled away slowly so she could sip on her milkshake, watching him all the while.
She couldn't shake the dream that'd shaken her sense of stability. She didn't want to think about what would have happened if she hadn't run into Raiden those months ago. She didn't want to consider the 'would haves.' The outcome of her lonelyness. Before this, she'd been empty. Without a family. Her only back-up being her abusive father.
And now? Now she had an infamous sister. A cat. A lover. And of course Harley, who was always a little quirky and secluded, but she considered him a brother, even if she didn't tell him.
She had a family. A family she knew she would have and love forever.
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