all i see is dead wings__ROMAN

[odelia posy lovett]

stripped of the right to be a human in control

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it's warmer in hell so down we go[/center][/font]

The sun seemed to be shining directly onto the skate pit today which as always was crowded. There weren't many fans hanging around because there was a band on stage, which one exactly Odelia couldn't remember at the moment but the pit was covered in skaters from both teams just doing what they did best. Right now Odelia was laying on the grass just by the ramps. Her Kerosene Dream t-shirt was being used as a pillow which left her in her gold bikini top and a pair of leather pants that were pretty much covered in patches which by now were really the only thing stopping those pants from falling apart. Odelia loved them though so there was no chance they would be thrown out until they were actually unwearable. Beside her lay her board, her shoes and a water bottle that was half empty from the girl pouring the contents over herself to keep cool.

Red lips parted to let out a cloud of smoke which was carried up by the breeze and swirled around her head before vanishing. Maybe smoking wasn't the best habit for someone who had a pretty active lifestyle and maybe it would be the reason she had to give up skating eventually but that all seemed too distant to worry about right now. When skating wasn't an option she would simply focus all her time and energy on her other passion. Tattooing. Tipping the brim of her hat a little lower to cover her eyes which as always were rimmed with black she was content with her life even if people were constantly telling her she was living in a mans world. Yes she could hang out with the boys, she could play them at their own games and often came out in top. She hoped that the young girls who seen her out there surrounded by the mostly male skaters could take something from that.

There was only one little thing that was bothering her right now. Roman. She had known him for years and he had always had the same effect on her. It was just something about him that she couldn't get out of her system but she just couldn't understand him either. One day they could be getting along great, like best friends with a very very flirtatious nature and the next he wouldn't even answer her if she called him. Odelia had put it down to being thats just who he was i mean she had seen how he and Killian got on. Some days never leaving each others side and others not even speaking directly but she couldn't seem to ignore it. She took an other draw of the cigarette that was balanced delicately between her tattooed fingers and forgot all about it, for now anyway. Life was too short to worry over things like this.

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[maksim dmitri romanov]

i'm such an animal, and baby honestly
these teeth won't let you go

He was concentrated, anyone could see that. His lip ring was currently between his teeth, his fingers were moving quickly across the strings of his guitar, and his eyes would go from half lidded, staring into oblivion, down to the strings, then out to the crowd. Apparently there were a lot of ‘anyone’s out there. Seeing the crowd, a large smirk crossed Maksim’s lips, he had stopped biting on his lip ring, moving toward the microphone to add a scream in when necessary. He could feel his heart racing, his blood pumping through every vein along with pure adrenaline. In any other setting he would have felt disgusting, sweating and running around on stage, hell, he could feel the body heat radiating off the crowd. There were some days he really did prefer these tours to summer ones. The last chord was struck and Killian had gone off on his final little ramble, Max joining in on the rude banter mindlessly. He loved his job, really, he did. Before he knew it, his guitar was off and he was following everyone off the stage, taking out his ear plugs, thankful to be saved from the ringing. As per usual, there were people milling around, some congratulating them on a good show, others simply doing their jobs. For whatever reason, being it claustrophobia or his nerves still on it, or the destructive environment, Maksim never liked hanging around backstage after shows.

Walking away from the stage and toward the lot where the bus was, he tried to ignore the little voice in the back of his mind reminding him Odelia hadn’t been there to watch the show. He had wanted to text her before they went on to tell her she should go watch them, but, he hadn’t. He decided not to last minute because he’s an idiot he didn’t want to seem like some crazy stalker who always wanted her around. Of course, once he had let the idea into his head, stepping onto the bus, she was all he could think about. A small growl of annoyance slipped form the back of his throat, not that there was anyone around to hear it, as he stripped off his shirt and pants, before stripping down entirely and getting into the shower. He wasn’t trying to be thorough, but he knew that whether he wanted to or not, he would be heading to the skate pit soon, and he didn’t want to smell disgusting going over there. Even this fact annoyed him, how he always wanted to be somewhat presentable around her, or not make a complete ass of himself in front of her, even if she was already used to that. The fact that he knew he should be completely comfortable around her, yet was so self conscious was only a remember that he liked her, and seriously pissed him off.

It wasn’t Delia that pissed him off, definitely not, but the fact that he was so guarded with any kind of serious emotion and was constantly fucking things up with her, that’s what pissed him off. Himself, because, as he knew very well, he was a stupid, cautious asshole who should simply go for what he wanted, but didn’t. It was definitely the pessimist that he had become over the years stopping him. All the thoughts of if she rejected him, if he hurt her, if he got bored and hurt her, if he cheated on her, if he did something wrong, if she was using him. All close to impossible, but not entirely, possibilities, and they were the only ones he could ever really seem to focus on, instead of all the good ones. Like the fact that he always felt incredibly happy around her -even if he didn’t always express it, or that she was drop dead gorgeous, an intelligent person with real opinions who didn’t take people’s shit. She was great, and he was screwing himself over.

Not ten minutes later and Roman stepped out of the shower, drying himself off and changing into non sweaty clothes, simply a pair of jeans and a sleeveless Megadeth teeshirt that was way past the prime of it’s conditional time. He had had it for a while now, and should probably get rid of it, but comfort was comfort and clothes were clothes, so he saw no reason to. Pulling on his sneakers and grabbing his phone, he was out the door without another word to anyone, and soon enough he was back in the venue, headed towards the skate pit, which soon enough would be completely crowded before the next band went on. His fingers were tapping themselves against his thigh anxiously as he walked, trying to get by people quickly, ad after what seemed to him like much more time than it really was, he was close enough to see a familiar gold bikini top gleaming under the bright sun. Involuntarily, a smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he walked over, his composure somehow regained as he strode over coolly, looming over the familiar girl, blocking her sunlight.

In the background, he could hear the other skaters, the sound of the wheels against the ramp and the shouting of friends and fans alike, but it was all dull buzzing to Roman right now. Instead, his mind was racing a mile a minute, pleading with him not to be a complete asshole and fuck things up worse. He hadn’t really spoke to her much in the past few days, which was killing him, but he had to try and stay casual, act like that was totally normal and he was obviously unaffected. It was a good thing he had learned to lie well over the years. Nudging her shoe with his own gently, he crouched down in front of her. Shouldn’t you be doing something productive, instead of just sitting there? Yeah, he really hoped he didn’t sound like some arrogant asshole telling her what to do, he just wasn’t always good at being sweet. Sarcasm was more natural to him, which was another mental slap in the face he gave himself.

TAGGED deliaaa, obviously C:
WORD COUNT 1027
LYRICS she makes dirty words sound pretty - dance gavin dance / pierce the veil
MUSIC can't do it alone - 3oh!3
SIDENOTES this was mostly pointless rambling, sorreh

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[odelia posy lovett]

stripped of the right to be a human in control

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it's warmer in hell so down we go[/center][/font]

As she lay contemplating what she was going to do with her evening something changed. The warm rays of sun that were hitting her decorated body disappeared. She almost looked up to see what it was but she had a feeling she already knew. Footsteps had been approaching and however sad it may be she recognized them. If she was right Roman would now be standing over her. It wasn't that she had been paying particular attention to his footsteps over the time she had known him, it was just something she had picked up on. When she had been serving her apprenticeship with Alice he had always been coming in and out the shop. Hell he was probably one of the first people she had been allowed to tattoo and since then she had worked on him many, many times. Half of her portfolio was made up of work she had done on the members of KD and usually when she was working her back would be to the door so with the amount of times he came to her either to get tattooed or hang out while she tattooed Killian or some of their other friends she had managed to pick up on little things like that.

She didn't say anything. Right now it was just a hunch. Peeking down to see a very long shadow only backed her up on that. Odelia was tall, round about five foot seven, maybe eight inches but she still had to look up to talk to Roman. For some reason that was one of the things she liked about him. When he was around she felt protected, not that she couldn't look after herself. She supposed it was just a natural thing in the way men and woman were programmed. Girls always liked their boy to be bigger than them. Not that she thought of Roman as hers, well maybe sometimes. God this was confusing. Some of the sun came back and she assumed that whoever it was must have moved in someway and then came the voice. Roman's voice. Her stomach did a little back flip. It had only been a few days since they had spoke but it could have been a lifetime judging by the way she was feeling right now. Exhaling an other cloud of smoke as casually she she could she gave her reply. "Dude i totally should be but some Osiris idiot body checked me." Her voice was calm, well as calm as Delia got when she was talking about skating.

"I went down on my wrist, medic says i need to sit it out for a few hours.

[/color]" The girl added as she propped herself up on her elbows and tipped her cap back a bit so she could see him. Medic's were Odelia's enemy. There was one time a couple of years ago she had sprained her ankle and wanted to go back out straight away. Her wrist did hurt a little but only a little. Until she was screaming in pain the girl didn't see why she shouldn't be out there. It was like taking away all of Roman's guitars, giving them to Killian and then telling him to sit and watch as his friend played them. Squinting against the sun her brown eyes looked up at him and her heart skipped a beat. Seriously why did he have this big an effect on her? It wasn't like they had ever been together although there had been a few times over the years where they had got pretty close to it.

Parting her lips she intended to say something but found herself sticking that little white stick back in between them for an other draw. Only after that did she speak. "What about you dude? Shouldn't you be making peoples ears bleed or something?" There was a slight hint of sarcasm to match his and like many times before he could take this in two ways. One being a compliment on how incredibly loud he managed to be on stage and the other which would imply he was so bad it made peoples ears bleed. Of course it was never the latter, she loved their music and up until she had taken it off after coming out the pit had been wearing their t-shirt but hey a girl can joke can't she?[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[maksim dmitri romanov]

i'm such an animal, and baby honestly
these teeth won't let you go

For some reason, the few second in which he had been standing in front of her and she hadn’t acknowledged him, well that made Roman really fucking nervous. He knew that she knew it was him before he said anything, but she didn’t look up, didn’t say hi, didn’t give him a smile. Her sun had been blocked and she didn’t even bother to look at him. This was just one of the many reasons Roman couldn’t stay away from her, just little things that she did, that he really had no idea if they were on purpose or not. For some reason, her not jumping up and being all “Oh my god, Roman!” only made him want to work more to get and hold her attention. As he knelt down, she exhaled a cloud of smoke, and her whole aura of being so nonchalant and casual with him being there was driving him insane. In the good way. It was spiking his curiosity and making him genuinely wonder if she gave a fuck that they had gone from texting every five minutes and hanging out all day, to not talking for a few days -on his account, of course, because he truly worried she was sick of the mere thought of him by now and he was just being way too obvious. Yes, he really did worry about things like that, especially with Delia. Roman figured, if he got bored with people quickly (although that definitely hadn’t happened with Odelia, and he honestly hoped it never would) that it could work the other way around, and he didn’t want Delia secretly hating him or something. That would really, really suck.

His eyes had found their way to his arms, trying to avoid from staring at her, which, when she was laying there in tight leather pants and only a bikini top was very difficult to do. Looking at the tattoos on his arm, it really did surprise him how long they’d known each other. She had been there through a lot of shit in his life, and even if she didn’t know it, just by being there she made a very big impact on him. Especially through the tattooing, which is how they first met. It was kind of odd, to him, how even though she knew so much about him, and how he acted and what he’d done, she still hung around with him. It always surprised him that anyone could put up with him, but with Delia there was always some underlying…something, between them, and despite the many fights they’ve gotten into, she was still around. Now, Max just felt like he needed to step it up a bit, and not fuck around. They were both on tour after all, maybe karma likes him at this point.

Hearing her say something, Roman looked up, and immediately, a feeling of defensiveness came over him. His eyes moved straight to her wrist, and for a second, they narrowed, glancing over at everyone else who was skateboarding. He looked back at her as she propped herself up, and now he could finally see her face directly. He only let his yellow-hazel eyes meet hers for a few seconds before glancing at her wrist again. He knew she hated any kind of paramedics, so the fact that she was actually listening to them had him a bit nervous. Are you alright? I mean, a few hours must suck for you. Is it really that bad? he asked, trying to keep his tone purely curious, not sounding overly worried, or slightly pissed off, which he was. It didn’t really matter to him that he hadn’t seen it, or didn’t know every detail of the story, but the fact that he was now equating her calling Osiris people idiot and saying they had hit her and her wrist was hurt made him want to know who the fuck it was and beat them until they could never walk right again. Who the fuck did it? Okay, so maybe thinking about it even more wasn’t the smartest thing, because for a second, his sense of rationality disconnected from everything, and his lovely temper presented itself, and he couldn’t stop himself from actually wanting to act on impulse. The only thing stopping him was that…he had no idea who to go murder, so he, couldn’t. How depressing.

Now a bit more wound up, Roman let himself fall back onto his butt, sitting across from her in the grass, tapping his fingers lightly on his knee. Every so often, his eyes would move back over towards where all the other skaters were, then back to Delia and her board, sitting there. If that had been him, he would’ve been pissed, but she was so calm, it amazed him. Reaching over, he pulled the cigarette from between her lips, taking a drag himself. These are bad for you. he stated simply, as if justifying his actions, before letting a cloud of smoke roll out from his lips. He gave her a sideways look with a small smirk at her comment and rolled his eyes. We already played, actually. he informed her, a small hint of arrogance in his voice. Playful arrogance, of course. You missed it. he added, glancing at her for only a second after that one before taking the cigarette from between his lips and inspecting it before taking another, longer drag. Maybe he hadn’t exactly wanted to bring that fact up, but maybe it did. Maybe he wanted her to point out that he hadn’t harassed her into watching from the side of the stage, but maybe he didn’t. Maksim never knew what he wanted, and Delia always surprised him. Maybe that’s why he wanted Delia so bad.

TAGGED deliaaa, obviously C:
WORD COUNT 964
LYRICS she makes dirty words sound pretty - dance gavin dance / pierce the veil
MUSIC can't do it alone - 3oh!3
SIDENOTES this is shorter, but i like it better? she makes roman all asdfghjkl C: <3

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[odelia posy lovett]

stripped of the right to be a human in control

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it's warmer in hell so down we go[/center][/font]

For a second she could have sworn he looked worried. No she had to be wrong. Delia hurt herself all the time, it was part of her job so people worrying over it always seemed strange, stranger still when that person was Roman and he hadn't acknowledged her existence at all in the last couple of days. Why would he be worried about her? I mean in that time she could have broke her arm or busted up her face. That was the thing with Roman, he made no sense. No matter how hard she tried she couldn't work him out and by now she knew that every time she thought she was close to understanding him she should expect something to happen to throw it off. He infuriated her with the amount of time she spent thinking about him, it just wasn't normal. Days like the last few were the worst. She wanted to know why he just ditched her all of a sudden but didn't want to seem needy. It's not like she sat by her phone waiting for him to text her or anything. Life went on when he wasn't there, it just never felt the same.

Then he asked if she was alright. He was worried even if he was trying not to show it. Worried enough to ask about it. "Yeah i'm fine dude. S'just my tattooing arm, gotta be careful with that one ya know.

[/color]" If it had been her other hand she would have found a way of sneaking back into the pit by now but when it came to her right arm she was always extra careful. One wrong move and she could be out of action for months. No skating, no tattooing, not even able to play her bass or sit down at a piano. That was an injury she would do try avoid as much as possible. The fact Roman seemed concerned over this was still bothering her. Did she want him to be? Ugh who knows anymore. He asked who done it and she turned her attention over to the pit. "See that blond kid, red shirt?[/color]" She asked as she gestured with her cigarette towards a boy who couldn't have been older than nineteen and had an annoyingly cocky grin on his face. "His face is gunna meet my deck when i get back in there.[/color]" She added once she was sure he knew who she was talking about. It wouldn't have been the first time Delia had 'accidentally' made contact on a ramp and she was sure it wouldn't be the last but no one messed with her twice.

Smoking had been a constant in her life since her very early teens. She didn't do it for any other reason than she felt like it and some people had a problem with that, the people who kept telling her to quit. These were the people that hadn't realized that the more the told her not too the more often she craved the nicotine in her system. A hand came up to her face and she didn't move. In fact her lips parted willingly to allow him to take the cigarette from her with ease. Watching as he took a drag then informed her they were bad for her she struggled not to smile as she replied "So's pot.[/color]" If he had been expecting her to simply agree with him then he really didn't know her as well as she thought he did. As far as she was concerned he could smoke anything he wanted as long as he didn't start drinking again. She had watched him hit bottom and work back up from there. It hadn't been easy to do and she wasn't really prepared to do it again. Although if it were to happen she would probably be one of the first in line to slap him and tell him to get a fucking grip.

The fact that they had played already was new to her. Since when did they go on stage without one of them telling her to get her ass over there. Something about that just didn't feel right and then he pointed out the obvious that she had missed it. This was the weirdest thing ever. She felt bad for not supporting her friends band, which was made up of some of her best friends but she also felt kinda hurt that none of them had bothered to demand her presence. Sure on the odd occasion it was Killian who text her she would sometimes blow it off, she did have other things to do. Almost always it was Roman though, and almost always she was there in the front row or waiting just off stage depending on how long before they started she got there. Why the hell did she care this much? Nodding casually she tried not to let it show. "First on?[/color]" Logically they had to be. The Osiris bands had finished playing not that long ago so the Element stage would have only been on it's second, maybe third act by now. "So, you came over here like straight after the set?[/color]" That also seemed logical. What didn't seem logical was how her heart had started beating a little faster when she said that. Did he come her just to see her? The thought excited her and confused her at the same time. All these mixed signals were getting to her and she had a feeling it wouldn't be long until she done something about it.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[maksim dmitri romanov]

i'm such an animal, and baby honestly
these teeth won't let you go

Without a second thought, Max’s eyes were back on her wrist, eying it skeptically, as if trying to assess the damage himself. He seriously doubted that Delia would ever admit to something being as bad as it was, and her abhorrence of any kind of medical help didn’t help Roman’s worrying -whether he vocalized it or not. He was content, however, with that fact that she was keeping off it and out of harm. It a sick sort of way, he was kind of glad it was her tattooing arm; only because he knew she would actually take care of herself because of it, he wasn’t some sadistic asshole. Deciding to simply be satisfied by her answer and let it go, his eyes moved up her arm, tracing her almost bare figure, not so sneakily. He was never really one for being subtle, and having Delia sitting in front of him, practically half naked, well, she was just asking to be eye fucked. It was times like these, around her, that he felt like a high school kid again, trying to slick and checking out girls. He smirked lightly, figuring she would’ve noticed, but he wouldn’t exactly know that, as his eyes moved once more, over towards where she was pointing to.

Truth be told, Roman was a bit surprised that Odelia had actually told him who had done it. She was definitely not naïve to the fact that he was not the most rational, nor level headed man on the tour. Or anywhere, really. He could feel his fingers drum against his knees faster without him really meaning to; it was just an agitated little habit of his. He nodded lightly, more to himself than Del, as he watched the boy in question. He could see the over-confident swagger in his walk, which was no doubt unearned, and Roman’s eyes narrowed a bit, his nails scraping over the fabric of his jeans as his hands clenched into light fists. He didn’t say anything else, though the mental image of watching Odelia handle the situation did relax his features, which had been stone set in a rather menacing scowl. As sweet a smile as the boy could have, his face was just as easy to read when he was angry.

It didn’t take long for his anger to somewhat dissipate as the pair sat. He wasn’t really sure if it was the way that Delia was simply so used to him and the little things he did -like stealing her cigarettes straight from between her lips- and simply allowed him to do so, or if it was the nicotine. For the sake of not feeling like an ass, the first one seemed more likely. Then again, at the same time, that made him feel like some love struck little douche, so he simply sucked in the smoke and blew the thoughts out along with it as he exhaled. Reaching over, he placed the cigarette back between her lips and let out a small laugh. “No, pot is a wonderful thing that keeps people sane and alive.” In the sense that it kept him from drinking, thus probably getting depressed and killing himself, or in keeping him calm, and thus stopping him from beating the shit out of people about seventy percent of the time when he would much prefer that course of action. He had to admit, her answer had him grinning again. Just the way that she wouldn’t simply go along with what he was saying and would back her shit up without even saying anything, he liked it.

He was kind of regretting mention the whole show thing. Oh, and of course, he was a fucking idiot and had to point out the fact that she had missed it. Maybe if he hadn’t brought it up, she wouldn’t have realized she missed it, though he kind of doubted that. In all honesty, Max couldn’t remember the last show she hadn’t attended. He weighed his options. There was a, not mentioning the fact that he didn’t tell her. Or b, coming up with some bullshit lie, that Killian stole his phone and wouldn’t give it back until after the set. That one wasn’t exactly believable, though, considering it was pretty well known that if anyone were to touch Maksim Romanov’s phone, they would die. Just immediately. For now, he opted to take option a, and nodded in response to both her questions. “Well, actually, I took a quick shower first, but after that I came right over here. I didn’t want you to have to deal with smelling me all sweaty and shit.” How considerate, after not speaking to her and not demanding she come to their set, it was obviously the least he could do. He was an asshole, but he definitely cared about her.

TAGGED deliaaa, obviously C:
WORD COUNT 807
LYRICS she makes dirty words sound pretty - dance gavin dance / pierce the veil
MUSIC wake up - arcade fire
SIDENOTES took insanely long, but thereee you go C:

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[odelia posy lovett]

stripped of the right to be a human in control

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it's warmer in hell so down we go[/center][/font]

It might have been hard for her to notice that slightly worried look disappear from his eyes if he hadn't replaced it with an other one that she knew well. Honestly she would have been a little worried herself if he hadn't started ogling her. Delia was immensely proud of her body both as a canvas and for its deliciously feminine shape. She had never been one of those stick thin girls who had the same shape as a twelve year old boy. Lets face it if she didn't want people to look at her she wouldn't be wearing so little in such a male dominated place. With Roman though there was always an extra little thrill that came along with it. Just a little skip in her heartbeat that made her think maybe he liked her too. Of course that thought only lingered for a second before she pushed it away. Telling her self that this had nothing to do with like at all, if he actually liked her he would have made some sort of move long before now. Well she could vaguely remember one night, maybe about a year ago. They had been talking like normal but it just seemed that with every word they were inching closer and closer together to the point where she was sure they were about to kiss. Killian had burst into the room in his usual drunken stupor at that point. He probably didn't even remember any of that but Odelia often found herself wondering, what if?

There was a sick little part of her brain that was attracted to Roman's quick temper. Something about it just got to her in a way she didn't understand. It wasn't that she wanted to watch him kick shit outta people or anything. It was just that fire that seemed to burn deep behind his eyes. There was also something cocky about it. A strange sort of pride she got from knowing that on a few rare occasions she had been able to get him back under control. It was true that all those times had just been over little things. Someone looking at him the wrong way or a certain ebony haired singer being his usual brash self. There was no way of knowing if she could have the same effect on him if he was seriously pissed. She wasn't stupid enough to create a situation where she might find out.

That sweet stick shaped cancer came back to her and for no more than a second her lips brushed his fingers as pursed them just enough to hold the cigarette in place. Taking a long draw before she took the cigarette between her fingers, tipped her head back and exhaled a long stream of smoke skyward. Man it felt good to top up the nicotine in her system. "Yeah?

[/color]" It was a casual sort of half question as she studied the clouds above her. She wasn't about to start lecturing on the side effects and all the shit that could go wrong. Honestly she didn't know enough about them to even if she wanted to. "Whatever helps you sleep at night dude.[/color]" She added with a cool indifference as she brought her head back forward to look at him. "But i don't think you've ever been sane.[/color]" There was a warm playful tone in her voice, almost affectionate. If her mood hadn't been so good right now she would have said something a lot more cutting but a mellow Delia would settle for slightly cheeky little remarks.

For some reason not going to the show was really bothering her. Maybe it was the fact that no two Kerosene Dream shows were alike or maybe it was that she had watched them grow so much from when Alice first took them all. For a while when they were between bassists she had even played a few shows with them. Something about missing a show just didn't seem right no matter how hard she tried to shrug it off. He spoke and it was a very welcome distraction. A smile spread across her red lips when she actually listened to what he was saying. "Dude i've not been near anyone hows showered today.[/color]" It was no secret that Odelia hated how people seemed to think that living on a bus was an excuse not to shower. Placing her cigarette back between her lips she pushed herself so she was sitting up, wincing just slightly when she put a little but too much weight on her wrist. From this position she shifted herself so she was sitting next to him and taking one last draw from the cigarette before stubbing it out on the grass. She let her head rest gently on his shoulder a took a deep breath. "You have no idea how good it is not to almost choke being this close to someone.[/color]" She said with a laugh. It might have been because he was the first clean person she had been in contact with today or maybe it was because she just happened to love how Roman smelled that made her so happy right now.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[maksim dmitri romanov]

i'm such an animal, and baby honestly
these teeth won't let you go

Trying to keep himself calm was usually a difficult thing to do. Roman could be sitting next to the Pope, or fucking Ghandi, and even they wouldn’t be able to calm him down the way Delia could. It was like she was his very own sedative, the way she could distract him from his anger, and he doubted that most of the time it was intentional. Of course, there had been times when she literally had to grab him, hold his face, and make him listen to her, when his vision was red, but even then, she was probably the only person who could really get through to him. Not even, or rather especially not, the anger management counselors at any of the rehabs he had been in could say the right thing like she could. So, it was because of this that when Roman realized the thought of practically murdering that kid had completely slipped his mind, he wasn’t surprised, and grinned lightly, not mentioning it, of course, as he watched Odelia take a drag from her newly returned cigarette. Of course, because he remembered it, he gave a sideway glance back towards the area the kid was in, but his face remained placid, and it was barely noticeable, as his eyes were quickly back on her.

He laughed lightly at her response. Yes. And in fact, it does help me sleep at night. he added, a confidence returning to his words as calmness took over and he mentally and physically untensed. He raised a brow at her next statement, but couldn’t exactly argue, so he shrugged lightly, a small smile still on his lips. True, but if I was, I’d be boring and you wouldn’t love me as much. Simple as that. he explained. I do it all for you. Now, it could have been taken in the joking, light-hearted manner in which their playful banter usually seemed to take, or it could have been seen as Roman dropping not so kind of maybe? subtle hints. To be honest, even he wasn’t completely sure. A lot of the time, he didn’t even notice when he flirted with Delia, because it simply came out how he wanted to. He always wanted to be affectionate, and playful, and just happy with her, and his mind tended to overlook the fact that the weren’t together and he was constantly the kind of sending mixed signals. Thusly, he would feel like an idiot, and a douche bag, and the whole vicious cycle of him worrying and avoiding her, then crawling back and being cute, would start all over again. He just wanted it to stop, but he couldn’t figure out how.

The distraction from his thoughts as she approved of his having showered cheered up his thoughts, and proud a self-proud smile, larger than the one he had previously been wearing. He knew how bad hygiene bothered her, especially on tour, which was one of the main reasons he found himself trying to smell good around her. How pathetic, once more exhibiting the fact that he was nothing but a love struck idiot for her. He let his legs uncross and stretch out. His hands held onto each other as he stretched them as well, and his back, a simple force of habit from switching his posture so quickly. Even then, he couldn’t keep his legs completely straight, and his feet were almost bottom to bottom, his knees out to the side. What a dude. Roman watched carefully as she moved as well, definitely noticing her wince when she put too much weight on her hurt wrist, and his body stiffening, as if he could help or something, but before he could even more, she had shifted so she was sitting beside him, which he definitely did not mind at all. He picked up the cigarette from the grass in front of them and flicked it away, and his arm instinctively wrapped itself around her waist as she rested her head on his shoulder. It was both an act of affection and subconscious want and protection. As much as he knew he could be like this whenever he pleased, because they were close like that, he wanted the right to be able to do it, and he really wished he had the balls to ask her out right then and there.

Her laughed triggered a small one of his own, but not wanting to disturb her comfort, Max tried not to move too much, as she seemed content where she was. She also looked pretty cute, just leaning against him, and there was no way he could deny the enjoyment he received form being so close to her, nor the aching urge to reach down and kiss her. It was almost insatiable. The fingers on his free hand damn near twitched, and before he knew it, impulsiveness overtook him, as it usually did, and he reached over with the hand that wasn’t wrapped around her (which happened to be holding her more closely) and lifted up her chin as he leaned down, placing a light kiss on her lips. A short, and gentle as he managed to be, he wanted so, so much more, but knew it would be greedy and assholeish of him to even think of pulling that again. Well, I can honestly say I’m glad its me you enjoy being close to. Not only just to be cheesy, but Roman really was a jealous motherfucker, and the thought of her being like this with anyone else made his blood boil, and reaffirmed the comfort his hold on her waist gave him. He even hated when Kill mentioned anything about her.

TAGGED deliaaa, obviously C:
WORD COUNT 951
LYRICS she makes dirty words sound pretty - dance gavin dance / pierce the veil
MUSIC day n night - kid kudi
SIDENOTES took insanely long, but heree :D

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[odelia posy lovett]

stripped of the right to be a human in control

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it's warmer in hell so down we go[/center][/font]

"Really? That's pretty damn amazing considering who you share a bus with.

[/color]" Delia had slept over on the Kerosene Dream bus on a few occasions. Nothing more than friendly of course and each time she had ended up spending half the night holding Killian's hair back while he was sick. Everyone knew he had a problem when it came to alcohol but there was nothing that could be done till he admitted it himself. A small smirk found it's way to her lips when he spoke again. "Aww that's sweet Roman, but who said anything about me loving you?[/color]" She asked playfully as she took the hat off her head and shook her hair out. This was them, this was how they were together. It was half flirting and half well she wasn't sure what the other part of it was. It wasn't quite arguing and it wasn't quite putting the other down. He would say something and she would deny it. It was fun and it was right for them at least. A perfect combination of sarcasm and want that didn't quite show that she really did have feelings for him.

His arm wrapped around her waist and she let out a contented little sigh. Sure he wasn't the only one she would get this close too. Odelia liked people and it was a well known fact that she needed a cuddle buddy when she had time just to chill out and watch tv. Both of her jobs meant she was constantly surrounded by people and it had left her almost needing to have company all the time but Roman had always been one of her favorites. Well her favorite if she was honest. There was just something about how his arms felt when they wrapped around her that made her feel completely different than she did at any other time. It was like she couldn't help but smile. Mindlessly her own arms found themselves wrapping around him. If only moments like this didn't have to be on just a friendly basis. It was annoying have to spend every other second reminding herself that this was Roman and he was not hers.

Then something strange happened. She felt his arm around her waist pull her closer but that wasn't the strange part. His hand came to her face and tilted her head up to look at him. Again that wasn't the strange part. For a second she look up at him with a slight confusion in her eyes but not one that worried her as was made obvious by the smile on her lips. And then came the strange part. He leaned down, closer to her and it was fairly obvious what was about to happen yet it still surprised her when it did. Their lips only met for a second but it was enough to set her heart racing. Before she could even react he had pulled back and that smile on her face grew ever so slightly as he spoke. "What's not to enjoy?[/color]" It was a question but she didn't really expect an answer. As she spoke she found herself moving herself closer to him again sure she was about to kiss him again.

Just before their lips could meet again her mind switched itself back on. What was she doing? This was by no means a good idea. Today they would be kissing and tomorrow he probably wouldn't even answer if she called. There was no way she could open herself up to that. Sure she could handle him ignoring her but that was under normal circumstances and these were not normal circumstances. Pulling back slightly and letting one of her arms drop from his body leaving the other wrapped around his back she shook her head slightly. "Roman.[/color]" She said in a voice barely louder than a whisper as her dark brown eyes searched his. "What the hells going on?[/color]" Maybe it wasn't the clearest question but she was fed up how things were between them. "Dude i mean, we don't talk for like a week and then this.[/color]" Her eyes stayed on his as she waited for an answer, not really sure what to expect or if she even wanted to hear it.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[maksim dmitri romanov]

i'm such an animal, and baby honestly
these teeth won't let you go

Exactly my point. Look who I share a bus with. It takes some kind of altered state of mind to be able to survive there, let alone sleep. Unless, of course, you prefer I drink myself into a state of unconsciousness every night. he answered simply. As hard as it was for him, he always tried to keep things light about his problem. That’s what it was, and always would be, a problem that he couldn’t shake completely, because he let it overtake him, he took it too far, just like he did with everything. Except, this situation had dangerous consequences. But I don’t think we could handle two idiots in a drunken stupor, Alice would kill me, and it’s not as good a nights sleep. he added, grinning at the last bit. The conversation stayed light, just like always, and just how he liked it. Roman rolled his eyes, letting out a throaty scoff, which sounded odd coming from someone with such a deep voice and a history and profession of screaming. It was a very raspy scoff, he had. I did, obviously, just now, didn’t you hear me? What I say goes. he answered confidently, his chin up, a faux cockiness rolling off his body language in waves.

Maksim couldn’t ignore the relief that washed over him as Odelia wrapped her own arms around him in response to his actions. It wasn’t that he thought she would pull away from him or something, he knew that she was a very physical person as it was, not only with him (and yay for jealousy at that…) but he couldn’t help but always worry she might. Especially after he fucked stuff up, again. He couldn’t deny the fact that he felt she just fit there so perfectly, right against him. They looked good together, both covered in tattoos and their little ‘fuck you’ attitudes always present, but he was always quite comfortable around Delia. He knew he could be himself, a loud, obnoxious, asshole with a knack for sarcasm, and she wouldn’t take his shit, but understood when he wasn’t trying to be a dick. They got each other, and it was good. He needed that.

The situation only improved, of course, when she hadn’t pulled away right away when he kissed her. Sure, he did it rather quickly, so she wouldn’t have had much time to, regardless, but he was unsure of how she would react, based simply on her facial expression. She looked confused, but not by what he was doing, because even he knew he was not being subtle about it, and that’s what he didn’t get. She looked confused, but aware, and happy, so why the confusion? Of course, then eh figured it could only be because it was unexpected, which is what happened the majority of the time with Maksim because he was so damn impulsive, but he still wasn’t sure what was going on in her head, and desperately wanted to be. Her words calmed his nerves a bit, and brought a big, goofy grin to his face, and he knew he didn’t have to answer. Her self-confidence and knack for always saying the right things brought bats to his stomach and he would fully admit to the fact that she had him totally wrapped around her finger, as much as he tried to act like she didn’t.

Things were going good. He could feel his heart racing and his blood pumping faster than normal, his hold on her once more pulling her closer as she was doing the same to him, karma decided that it absolutely hated Maksim Dmitri Romanov, and reared it’s ugly head, ruining everything. His actions caught up with him, just like they expected they would. He honestly didn’t think Delia would just let how he treated her go so easily, he just wished the topic would have come up at a different time. He knew just from the way she said his name, he was getting called out on his shit, and didn’t protest when she let go of him. He knew when to back off and man up, facing his shit. She didn’t have to word her question eloquently, he knew what she meant, because he had been waiting for her to say something long before then. The eye contact was killing him, and the amber-yellow gaze of his had to be pulled away from hers just for a second so he could collect his thoughts. Roman’s free hand ran up and over his short hair, before he looked back at her. I dunno, it’s going to sound really stupid, but I get nervous you’re going to get sick of me. I don’t want to hang all over you like some stupid lovesick idiot, and I always think that I am, so I try to give you space, but I do it completely wrong, because, I am an idiot. So, yeah, if I took stuff too far, I’m sorry. I don’t mean to fuck with your head or anything, I’m just not good at this whole ‘showing people how much I really like them’ thing. I’m more used to girls just throwing themselves at me. he explained, somewhat rambling, his tone nervous, or at least as nervous as he could sound with such a strong voice, which was rare for him. I’m glad you don’t do that, though. Just so you know. he added, because, well, it was true. He tried to smile lightly, but he was honestly terrified of what she would have said. It was hard to make him nervous, but, she succeeded.

TAGGED deliaaa, obviously C:
WORD COUNT 937
LYRICS she makes dirty words sound pretty
- dance gavin dance / pierce the veil
MUSIC we come out at night - a7x
& behind closed doors - rise against
SIDENOTES took insanely long, but heree :D

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[odelia posy lovett]

stripped of the right to be a human in control

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By the time he stopped talking a barely noticeable change had took place in her expression. It wasn't exactly a frown but her eyes had lost just a touch of their usual playful sparkle. Nothing more than that but certainly nothing less. If she were being honest the fact that Roman seemed to joke about falling off the wagon constantly scared her a little. She would never tell him that of course and a part of her was always scolding herself for taking what was obviously just a joke, probably his way of dealing with it way out of context. "No dude, Alice would bitch you out. i would kill you.

[/color]" There was still a hint of play in her voice, maybe even the beginnings of a laugh but there was something behind that. A slightly harder tone buried deep in her words that suggested she would actually do it. Just a few seconds passed before she let the edge of seriousness slip. Now it was her turn to laugh her own little laugh. "Dammit Roman, i'll admit it. I'm so madly in love with you i can barely stop myself from jumping on you right now.[/color]" As always the sarcasm was almost dripping from her voice as she gushed a confession that may or may not have been close to the truth.

Roman was one of the constants in her life. He was right up there along with tattooing, skating and music. Sometimes she wouldn't see him because her jobs took her all over the country and she was touring at least once a year but they had never completely lost contact. She made sure he always knew roughly where she was. If anyone asked she would explain it as Roman being a regular client who might suddenly decide he needed some more work. Obviously though she just wanted him to know in case he had a sudden urge to come see her but the tattoo thing was kinda true as well. Odelia had a possessive streak when it come to her best clients and had a habit of closely examining any tattoo done by another artist. Roman could have went through life fucking every girl he met and she would barely flinch but the moment he turned up with a new tattoo that she had nothing to do with there was a twinge of jealousy.

A part of her was still finding this incredibly hard to believe. They had spent years dancing around moments like this. Coming close but never really grabbing the opportunities that had presented themselves to them. Delia took this to mean that her feelings for Roman were one sided. That all those moments had been nothing more than good friends getting caught in some random moment. That in itself was not odd, Delia was defiantly what you would call a flirt but she was far from one of those girls who had a different man in her bed every night. There were no fuck buddies or friends with benefits although she couldn't deny making out with a few of her friends but nothing more. If you wanted this girl you had to give yourself to her fully.

Her lips parted slightly while she listened to him explain himself. It was just a habit of hers that seemed to help her focus and right now she really had to focus. His words all made sense but in her brain when they should have been sinking in they just seemed to jumble around so when he fell silent she had to pause for a moment as she tried to reorder them. It only took a few seconds for her to get it all back together. What she worked out was that her feelings weren't as one sided as she had thought and really that should have been the important part, shouldn't it. With a sigh she closed her eyes for a second and prepared herself for what she was about to say. "You didn't think i'd get sick of being your best friend then pretty much a stranger? Dude you seriously have no idea how many times i've thought about just walking away from all of this.[/color]" There was a gritty quality to her voice that seemed to make her words stand out even more as she raked a hand through her thick black hair. "But i couldn't do it. I really fucking like you Roman.[/color]" She added in a quiet voice that couldn't be further from her usual confident tone. Her eyes dropped from his and she took a deep breath not know what was going to happen now. Subconsciously she found herself moving even closer to him, closing any gap that was left between their bodies as she waited for his reaction.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]