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Post by William 'Psych' Turner / Knox on Jul 25, 2011 21:08:55 GMT -5
Psych wouldn't answer her. He turned on his spot to push off the floor to stand. He walked to her and grabbed her arm, pulling her out of the room that felt so suddenly full of on lookers. He didn't say a single word as he walked her to her dorm and opened it for her with the spare key he had asked to be made for Alena's room. Because she was his Queen seven times out of twelve. He walked into the room and then proceeded to sit his ass on the floor so he could think. He kept himself out of her way, sitting next to Alena's bed with his legs folded over each other and his arms crossed in a deep thought sort of way.
Inside of the mind of the Shadow King and the Shadow God: Knox fell into the wall of the imagined room with a loud grunt. Before he could react, he was thrust into the wall - now covered with a thick array of three inch nails. Psych growled vehemently at him. He hissed against the bleeding mans ear that he needed to stay out of the way, because Kyle wasn't his to mind fuck. She was Psychs to romance, and that he could leave if he had a problem with Psychs way of thinking.
Knox just grunted and Psych threw him into the other wall, where blinds formed to hold him in place. Psych faded out, re-entering reality after a good twenty minutes.
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Post by Kyle Ann Warren on Jul 25, 2011 21:23:51 GMT -5
Getting tugged out of the ballroom almost made her curse at him, but she tried to breath so she didn't flip into a rage. Bi polar disorder could be one of the most annoying things in the world. It was something she was getting a little better at with how to calm herself from anger. Well, sometimes. Just walking with Psych, she almost stared at him when he produced a key to her and Alena's room. Now she wanted to take it just to make sure he could never randomly come into the room. Moving over to her bed, she put her ipod on it, then looked over at Psych.
Frowning, she grabbed her clothes and edged past him, and once she saw he wasn't responding, she went straight to the shower and locked the door. Quickly showering, it took her about fifteen minutes, and she quickly got dressed. Coming out of the bathroom with damp hair and dressed in red strapless casual dress, it going down almost to her knees, with black leggings under it that were almost like pants. On her hands were fingerless gloves and her feet were bare for the moment. Coming out of the bathroom, she looked at him, then moved in front of Psych.
Moving to her knees in front of him, she started to lightly prod at his forehead, her damp hair sliding into her face. Having not gone and put in her red contacts yet, her brown eyes were focused on his, a curiosity there. "Hello? Are you two killing each other in there?" She asks curiously, almost jokingly as she continues to prod lightly at his forehead with her right index finger. |
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Post by William 'Psych' Turner / Knox on Jul 25, 2011 21:34:13 GMT -5
Psych moved his head quickly, leaning into the hand almost like a cat seeking a petting. He then moved forward more until his ear was almost on her pulse in her neck. He quickly regained his upright position and folded his hands behind his head, annoyed, stressed, confused and a myriad of other things glinting with anger in his green eyes. "You can't kill a God." Psych said, referring to Knox. The young man was in a state of utter discomfort as she was much too close in a much too suited for her dress that would be easy to pull up or down... for whatever reason. Psych let out a shuttering breath as he heard Knox growl in his ears over and over again about just doing his job as a God and bringing two lovers together. Bullshit...
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Post by Kyle Ann Warren on Jul 25, 2011 21:42:35 GMT -5
Kyle blinked several times, and went completely still as he drew close to her neck. Trying not to let her breath catch, she tried dto breath calmly and not give anything away. The fact that she'd had a slight taste of what it would be like to have Psych's voice moaning into her ear was not helping her. Pulling away to stand up so she wouldn't blush when she was that close to him, she walked over to her desk, looking for her contacts. "He's many things, but he certainly isn't a God, Psych," she said sharply and rolled her eyes as she found her contacts case. Rummaging through her drawers for a compact mirror so she could see what she was doing, a sigh left her lips, one of minor agitation.
"You really should just force him to be in control while I give him a good beating one day.....then again....he might enjoy the pain......I can't win can I?" She asked softly as she shook her head with a grumble, almost hitting her head on the desk before she found her compact mirror and flipped it open. Now she wouldn't feel as odd. Opening the case of her contacts she started to put them in. |
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Post by William 'Psych' Turner / Knox on Jul 25, 2011 22:00:09 GMT -5
Psych stood up and walked up to her, taking the mirror to hold it for her so she had both hands free to replace her contacts. He felt Knox form an idea and he almost grinned at it. Then his face went white at what Knox would use to keep him quiet. Psych didn't like the man at the moment. "I suppose you can't, not with Knox at least." Psych said, his voice oddly soft, his eyes shining disappointment as the gaze that might be on him was going to be red instead of the pretty brown that she had teased him with the past seven hours or so.
Psych looked down at himself, his black jeans comfortably loose and his smokey gray T-shirt under the green-with-gray-pinstripes shirt and his Fedora. And his worn combat boots. Why Combats? They were comfortable.
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Post by Kyle Ann Warren on Jul 25, 2011 22:10:27 GMT -5
A sigh left Kyle's lips, but she smiled a tad at the help and put the contacts in, making sure they were over her eyes properly. Looking in the mirror, she smiled a bit more, clearly more relaxed before she shook her head and looked up at Psych, taking the compact mirror from his hands. Closing the compact, she put it back in her desk drawer and smoothed out her hair some. "Won't stop me from trying to find a way to win.....I don't lose to anyone," she said firmly, that confident tone easily heard in her voice. Often she spoke like that, though after dealing with Knox she normally was more agitated and wanted to bang her head against a wall, or the desk, or any hard enough surface to try and shock her out of being so annoyed with the boy.
Stretching a bit, she opened the door to the closet and got out a pair of black two inch heels that laced like tennis shoes. Picking them up she went over to sit in the chair at her desk and started to pull on her shoes, then looked up at Psych with her red eyes, a smile curving her lips. "Thanks for helping with my contacts by the way."
With that her head went back down to start tying her shoes, lacing them tightly as she spoke. "Oh, and by the way, can I have that key you have? The fact you can get into my room at any time is disturbing." |
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Post by William 'Psych' Turner / Knox on Jul 25, 2011 22:20:24 GMT -5
Psych laughed and put a hand to the pocket holding his keys. "Nope, I think I'll hold on to it, in came Alena or you ever lose yours." Psych turned toward the door and strolled to it while he tried to stop looking at her. "Lunch is going on now, we should go and eat since you haven't eaten since dinner last night." Then he was out the door as a hurried pace, her face - unmasked and obviously innocent - gazing at him every time he blinked. She was innocent because she wasn't able to guard her emotions well, unless they were covered by her contacts.
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