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Post by Arlyn Elliot Valentine on Jan 9, 2014 22:44:09 GMT -5
Arlyn sat at the bar at his usual stool, off to the far right on the last chair, away from the people where he could drink in peace and quiet. He wasn't in the mood for people today, the kids had given him enough hell and his leg was killing him. What with all this happening, all the death eaters raiding houses and what not, Arlyn had sent the kids to his brothers for a while, to keep them safe and out of the line of fire. Since he had been approached to start doing tactical work for some group called 'The Genesis' Arlyn had begun to have the dreams again.
The dreams of the war, of his fallen comrades, the scenes he had to witness of bloodshed and death with his very own eyes haunted his mind every time his head touched the pillow. The only thing that helped was the drink, and that even only numbed the pain, dulled it till it was just a nagging little prick behind his eyes. He swore he would not cry or scream from dreams, resounding images from his memories played back like some sick movie.
"Another one down here," Arlyn said as he dropped down the shot of tequilla he had swallowed, the burn sliding down his throat with a familiar feel. He didn't even notice the body slip into the stool beside him, his mind too lost in his own thoughts.
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Post by Peridot Miora-Kellen Colombe on Jan 20, 2014 0:37:16 GMT -5
A world of revenge. That was all Peridot's life had ever been about. Whether it was revenge on Onyx or making someone else pay for their mistakes, it was her life. Hell, it was what she was paid for. It was the only life she ever, and would ever, know. The redhead hadn't been in town for long, two days tops. Between her miniature mission, speaking to the Minister about being sent to give her aid, and following Onyx to find out her day-to-day life, Peridot really needed a goddamn drink. The woman could hold her alcohol easily and the good Lord above knew how much she loved it. Whether that made her the stereotypical Irishman or not, she could give less than a fuck. It was something to pass the time, whomever wanted to judge could. As long as they knew she could easily snap their necks and get away with murder if she learned of their whispers. Peridot walked into the pub, looking around at the room full of drunk blokes. It seemed as if she were the only woman in the room, and if she looked harder, she probably was at this time of the night. She walked to the end of the bar where it seemed to be free of drunken men who slurred even the simplest of sentences. She took the stool beside a man, a ruined man by the looks of him. Her brain was already analyzing him as she sat down, waving for the bartender to come down to her. "A coupla shots of Jäg, and a few rum shots. I've got a sweettooth tonight and I need something strong," she flashed him a seductive smile as she finished speaking in her thick Irish accent. "Thank you kindly,"She watched the man beside her as she waited for her drinks. He was looking to forget something, or maybe drink himself into a stupor. Peridot thought she caught his eye just as she turned to look at the bartender who brought her drinks. She raised her first shot in a salut to the bartender before tossing it back and humming. Just the relaxation she needed.
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Post by Arlyn Elliot Valentine on May 29, 2014 19:26:16 GMT -5
Arlyn knew how this night would end before it had even really started, it was the same every week, every day. Go out, drink till he couldn't feel the dull ache in his leg and then pass out in the street, or home if he could make it back in time. It was stupid, ruining his liver with his excessive drinking, but he'd rather be out that around the kids back home. He knew what he was like once he started to drink, he'd been told, he'd been held back as he lashed out at his own kids, too drunk to even see. He was an addict, on drugs, alcohol, anything that could make the nightmares go away and the pain in his leg stop nagging at him, searing up from his thigh to his side.
From the corner of his eyes he saw bright red, and he turned, his brow furrowed as he saw a familiar face, and his frown deepened. "Onyx...bloody hell do you follow me everywhere? Jesus christ," he muttered, anger flaring. He wasn't really angry, but the alcohol was making his temper flare. Deep down he knew her concern was out of their friendship, and also her worry for the kids, but still he wasn't exactly happy she was stalking him now. "Do you have to ruin my night?"
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Post by Peridot Miora-Kellen Colombe on May 29, 2014 23:24:26 GMT -5
Peridot closed her eyes as the liquid slid down her throat, leaving a burn that she usually yearned for. She took another one of her shots as men began eyeing her up and down from her spot on the barstool. Disgusting. Bunch of slobs they were. Peridot didn't need any of that, didnt need a man. Sure, she loved sex but there was no way in hell she would ever settle down with a man, let him control her life.
She trailed her finger around the rim of the shot, a little bit of red lipstick on the empty glass. It made a quiet humming sound and her head snapped to the side when she heard someone speaking to her. Onyx? What the hell? She wasn't-Oh. This must be one of her friends. Of course she would get herself mixed up with a broken man like that. She always wanted to be the hero.
She would scope out the relationship with this male and perhaps Peridot would get a reward from it. Or otherwise, ruin the relationship and get more of a reward. She took another shot and sucked in a breath, her thick Irish accent easily fading into her once-natural French one.
"Tu me manques. I just did not want you to be alone. I did not try to ruin your night." She frowned and looked away, tears in her eyes. She silently cursed herself that she hadnt been able to change her hair color before.
In all honesty, she hadnt thought she would run into one of Onyx's friends here. It was going to be an exciting night.
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Post by Arlyn Elliot Valentine on May 31, 2014 0:33:37 GMT -5
"Well I can't exactly get rid of ya' now can I?" he replied, his brow still set hard.
Arlyn had quite a few to drink tonight, but after turning to face the woman beside him he could see that something definitely wasn't right. Instead of the usual, kind eyes these were hard, and fierce and looked as though they had seen a lot more than Onyx would have. Arlyn had always tried to keep her safe, he tried his best after his deployment overseas as well but lately it was getting harder and harder to find the motivation to do anything. And then there was the clothing, nothing that wouldn't go unnoticed to the normal eye but Onyx wouldn't wear such a thing, nor had he ever seen those clothes before. Arlyn was pretty confident that he knew most of her wardrobe by now, especially since she insisted on coming over every two days. And the hair...short and fiery red a far cry from her usual long, blonde locks.
"What the fuck did you do to your hair?" Arlyn gruffed out, reaching up with a finger to push away a curl. "Ah well, looks good."
He turned back to the bartender, signalling for two drinks and waited for them to be poured before sliding one to Onyx. "On me." He downed the drink, the burn was a comfort as he let out a soft breath of relief. He closed his eyes, his hand moving to his leg, rubbing circles, the alcohol slowly ebbing away the excruciating pain.
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Post by Peridot Miora-Kellen Colombe on May 31, 2014 1:17:43 GMT -5
"If I bother you that much, you may move down a stool or six," she snapped in the French accent before kicking herself. Onyx barely had a mean bone in her body and would certainly never speak to this man in that way if their bond was as strong as Peridot felt radiating off of him.
This man. He had some emotion buried. One he refused to admit to that involved Onyx. Peridot couldn't place her finger on it, but it twisted her stomach in disgust. How could anyone ever care about that monster? That murderer? The redhead's blood boiled just thinking about her blonde doppelgänger.
He reached out a hand and it moved toward her face. It took everything in her not to stiffen completely as his hand brushed away a curl, the side of his fingers gently caressing her face. His hands were rough, although they touched her with nothing but care. He obviously knew Onyx quite well. "I thought it may help disguise me from you," she said, her brain quickly coming up with the excuse. He was just making her job easier and easier.
He ordered drinks for them and slid one to her. She picked up the glass and lifted it to her face, her nose wrinkling at the fruity cocktail. Of course. Wine and shit that tasted nothing like liquor. That would be her sister. Well that was going to change for tonight. Peridot watched as the bartender went to serve the man again and she reached over, grabbed the stronger drink and tossing it back. A moan of appreciation left her lips as it slid down her throat and she slammed the glass back down on the table. "That is my kind of drink," she looked at the bartender, glad he didn't point out her change of accent. Although he probably saw things like this all the time.
"Give this," she said handing the fruity drink to the bartender, "to the poor bloke in the booth. Tell him his boyfriend ordered it for him." She flashed him a big smile and prayed that it would only start a bar fight some two drunk assholes that would lead outside. She had a weakness for chaos.
Then her eyes saw movement and they darted to his hand on his leg. Peridot immediately began analyzing him and the action, her brain working like a computer. She reached over and grasped his leg, murmuring something beneath her breath. She had learned this charm for if she was seriously injured in the field. It didnt take away the pain forever, but it gave relief and allowed one to almost forget the pain for awhile. She had used it during a mission in Scotland when she had dislocated her shoulder completely during a fall.
She looked up at him after, not sure exactly why she had helped his pain for a little while. She hated him for caring about Onyx. But hell, he could drink and she respected that. "Did that help a little bit?" she asked him.
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Post by Arlyn Elliot Valentine on Jun 1, 2014 3:16:50 GMT -5
"Alright, alright, no need to get your knickers in a knot," Arlyn quickly responded, lifting his good arm up in defense, the other one was stiff from the injuries he sustained after being shot in the chest, and the tendons hadn't fully healed between his shoulder and upper chest. He was honestly just a broken bag of bones, held together only because of those two angels that were at home, waiting for him, smiling for him. Even when he did stupid things, or would lash out at them, they both loved him more than anything, and he reciprocated those feelings. His kids were his only reason for even coming home anymore, otherwise he'd happily let the life leave his lungs in some ditch somewhere.
Arlyn rolled his eyes at her 'disguise'. "Yeah well it didn't do all that much now did it, Baby Girl," Arlyn snorted, his usual nickname for her coming forth. It was something that had formed over the years, Onyx was like a little sister to him, and looked after him more than anyone, even though it was her friend and his once wife, that had introduced them. Stupid bitch, Arlyn internally muttered to himself at the thought of the woman he thought he loved, once. As soon as he had come home, wounded and ill with nightmares of bloodshed and murder, she left him and the kids with nothing more than a goodbye and she was never heard from again.
Raising a brow as she took his drink and shot it he could only ask. "Well this is a surprise, you usually hate to drink, must have been a rough day huh? That asshole ministry bloke still bothering you? I told ya' to tell me and I'd go deal with him." He frowned, again. His face seemingly was always set in a frown, but that's just how his face naturally was, plus he liked to brood a little too much. Brooding was Arlyn's thing, and it annoying the hell out of everyone that knew him and that was a number of people he could count on one hand.
At her action of trying to ease the pain he gave a sad smile, a shake of his head as he let his hand rest against her cheek. "We've been over this a million times Baby Girl, it doesn't work," Arlyn said softly, his smile only for her and his kids. "Bad side effect of getting shot multiple times and nearly dying ay? I just got taken back to base a little too late to be fixed up right." He let his thumb rub her cheek, like he always did when she'd cry over him being in pain. "But thanks for trying, again and again."
He let his hand rest there, his eyes locked with hers. This was Onyx, but then it wasn't. There was something different, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Maybe it was just his drunken mind becoming confused and hallucinating things.
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Post by Peridot Miora-Kellen Colombe on Jun 1, 2014 10:53:05 GMT -5
Peridot watched at the man put his hands up in defense and she stared at him. So many injuries, unseen but seen all at once. What had happened to his man to wound him so? He seemed to lose himself in thought and she noticed a brightness come to his eyes. She studied it and came to the conclusion that he was a man who had lost a lot in a short amount of time. She wondered what kept him going, what gave him that brightness. That sliver of hope.
"What can I say? You know me too well." She said to him, a little surprised by the nickname. What was the relation between the two of them? Goddamn it why couldn't she figure it out? As fast as the brightness had come, it had left and something dark flashed in his eyes. A dark memory. Peridot watched him in curiosity, learning his every move as she would anyone else in the field.
The redhead looked at him blankly. Onyx didn't drink? God. She was so tiring. She needed to die, have her life ruined. Her hands clenched into fists beneath the bar. "No. No. It is nothing I cannot handle." She told him, shaking her head. Peridot watched as he frowned and she wondered if he ever smiled.
Then it came to her.
Onyx was constantly in this man's life, she would assume he had children(God she hated children), and Onyx helped be their caregiver. Onyx loved this family. Well, damn. That made life a whole lot more difficult. However, she could easily ruin it. She wanted to ruin it.
After she tried to heal him, she looked up at him in frustration. True frustration. "Bullshit. That's bullshit!" Peridot couldn't place why it got her so furious to see her magic had failed. Then he touched her and her anger slowly melted away. What? Why?
Shot. He had been shot. Where had he been? He wasn't a spy. Military. Yes. That was what it was. He began to rub her cheek and Peridot found the comfort strange. She had never been comforted like that before. Actually, she wasn't sure she had ever been comforted except from when she was a very small child.
"Maybe next time it will be different," she murmured looking at him. She watched him as he stroked her cheek and the fear of him realizing she was not who she said she was started to sink in. Goddamn it. If her cover got blown. She had to think, fast. Something to get him to stop analyzing her.
Peridot leaned forward and pressed her lips to his. Her cover was saved. For now at least. Also, his lips weren't horrible to kiss. It was...nice.
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Post by Arlyn Elliot Valentine on Jun 1, 2014 11:21:46 GMT -5
"Ay, that I do know you, and you're acting...strange," Arlyn pointed out, this wasn't the usual sweet, overly cheerful and touchy feely Onyx he knew. By now, Onyx would have had her hand in his, berating him for his drinking then demanding that they go home, but of course to stop and get him to treat her to some ice cream. Well, that was how it usually went when Onyx stumbled upon him in some bar...or in his house. Either way, it wasn't like this.
He noticed her watching him, far too closely. Was there something wrong? Was she hiding something from him? Arlyn wouldn't push for her to talk, he didn't want to be dealing with a crying girl here, in a bar of all places.
At her outburst of anger he could only roll his eyes, although the swearing caught him off guard. "That drink already gone to your head? I've barely heard you cuss at all, and we've known each for other for how many years now? Five, six?"
He was thankful his touch seemed to calm her, as he knew it would. His rough hands against those soft cheeks were tender, the pad of his thumb running from just beneath her eye down across her cheekbone then towards her ear, repeating that movement. He let his lips upturn in the slightest of smiles as she relaxed beneath his touch. "Atta' girl...no need to get all feisty."
He jerked back as she pressed her soft, plump lips to his, slightly dry and mouth parched from drinking. This was Onyx...and she was kissing him. What had the world come to?
He pulled back, holding her out at arms length, "Baby Girl, what do you think you're doin'? This is...no, it isn't right. I can't hurt you...I don't want to hurt you..." Arlyn's voice was barely above a whisper, but his voice cracked with heart ache. It had been so long since he had shared a kiss with someone, he had forgotten what it had felt like to be touched in such a way.
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Post by Peridot Miora-Kellen Colombe on Jun 1, 2014 23:44:55 GMT -5
"Je suis desolay. I have a lot on my mind." She nodded at him. Goddamn it. She wished she had been able to study Onyx with this man before this meeting. How was she to know one of her magical friends would find himself in a muggle bar? Damn it all. This job was going to be a lot harder than she thought. Peridot knew there was probably a routine. Something she wasn't following at all. Goddamn it.
She tried to control her temper as it flared, her hand gripping the glass tight enough that it would break within seconds if she didnt release the pressure. She almost scoffed when he asked if the drink had gone to her head. Absolutely not. Peridot could certainly hold her liquor. Onyx, however, could not, she assumed. "Again, desolay. The Ministry is...very hectic with the Dark Lord and his uprisings..." she said, not meeting his gaze as she let go of the glass.
The man pushed away from Peridot and started expressing concerns. None of which she truly cared about. She put on her fake emotions, she doubted she would ever be able to actually feel anything toward another human being beside hate. Her fingers held onto his arms as she looked at him. "Don not push me away, s'il boys plait. I am not afraid of being hurt by you. Not tonight, not ever." Goddamn it. She wished she knew his name so she could make it more personal.
She needed to anything to keep him from noticing she was not Onyx.
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Post by Arlyn Elliot Valentine on Jun 3, 2014 2:23:16 GMT -5
Arlyn grunted in response, understandable she had a lot on her mind, I think everyone did. With the rise of the new Dark Lord Arlyn could only scoff at the idea, but his protective side was definitely in place for those he cared for. He refused to let his children come to any harm, and he would fight tooth and nail to protect them at all costs.
He watched as her temper flared, something else that was unusual about Onyx. She didn't have an angry bone in her body, except for the odd occassion he had witnessed her veela side come forth and try to beat the crap out of him for one reason or another. That had happened once, badly, and she had cried about it for days despite Arlyn already telling her he was fine. He had experienced much worse after all, a couple of slaps from a angry veela wasn't going to affect him too much.
"Yes...the ministry...well hopefully this new bloke knows what he's doin'," Arlyn said, throwing back another drink. "Bloody idiots have no idea of war, they've never seen what blood shed is truly like, not on a wide scale. England...god help us if this turns into a battle field."
Arlyn listened to her and he could only shake his head. They had been over this before, she couldn't get too close...not again. Too close lead to bad things happening, and Arlyn would never hurt Onyx. "Baby Girl I don't...I can't. I wouldn't put the kids through it, we couldn't hurt them. If I were to...they'd hate me." His voice was broken but his words were true. He'd never risk the love his children had for Onyx over his own stupid drunk mistake. He would not taint her image for them.
"You can definitely find a man a hundred times better than me," Onyx remarked, "I'm just a broken man with nothing to offer you."
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Post by Peridot Miora-Kellen Colombe on Jun 14, 2014 13:30:05 GMT -5
Peridot shifted in her seat as she ran a hand through her red curls. "From what I've heard, he has plans. Plans that will hopefully allow us to avoid war." She had had a meeting with the new Minister upon her arrival in the country. He was in the middle of a family crisis, his children had been taken by one of the Dark Lord's followers. It was all over the papers. She could see the sadness and hurt in his eyes although she could not relate.
The redhead hated children. She could not even place herself in his position, nor did she ever allow herself to feel such weakening emotions. From his words, she looked at him curiously. Had he been in war before? She hadn't seen him in any of the battles she had fought in while living in Ireland or the various wizarding fights in other countries she was put on missions to fight in. He must have fought in the muggle war. Her eyes trailed down to his leg as things started to click in her mind.
Goddamn it. He was going to be stubborn. "We would not hurt them," she murmured. "Why do you think we would hurt them?"
She parted her lips to say something again when the bartender walked over and cleared his throat, looking at Peridot with an awkward expression.
"Arlyn...Onyx just called asking if you were here. She wanted me to tell you she went to your house to take care of the kids."
Peridot's beautiful features were immediately marred in an angry expression. "For fucks sake." She snapped, the Irish accent replacing her French one.
Onyx ruined everything always, didn't she? Having already paid for her drinks, she grabbed her bag and began her walk out of the bar. Her cover was blown, she had to get out of there. Angry and livid, she wasn't in the mood for explaining why she wasn't Onyx to the man who was so desperately in love with her blonde twin.
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Post by Arlyn Elliot Valentine on Jun 21, 2014 7:20:40 GMT -5
Arlyn could only shake his head as Onyx said that the new minister had plan. Everyone always thought they had a plan, till it all goes to shit and then everyone would run around like chicken's with their heads chopped off. Once one thing goes wrong, the whole world usually turns on it's head. Although, Arlyn could sympathise with the man who had recently had his children taken by someone. Arlyn would hunt down anyone who'd hurt his kids, and he's kill them nice and slow and definetly deal them a hell of a lot of pain. No one hurts his children...even if he did, but he was working on changing that. He didn't want to hurt them. Never again.
"Because they love you, and they would not want you to be soiled by my hands, nor should you for that matter," Arlyn replied, keeping his eyes on the bar in front of him. This was not an argument he was going to continue, he was not going to go there. Ever. It just...it just wasn't right. "You know that as well as I do, that I'm bad for you. I don't even know why you keep coming around anyway."
At the voice, he lifted his gaze, looking to the bartender who spoke. As soon as the words left his lips he looked to his companion, or who he thought to be his companion before he watched her get up and leave. A low growl soon left his lips. Who the fuck with this imposter? Quickly throwing some cash onto the bar top he made after the woman, whoever they were.
With his leg, Arlyn could barely keep up, so slipping his wand out of it's holster, he quickly shot a binding curse, knowing his aim would be true even if his mind was impaired by alcohol. He walked over, knowing that the darkness of the street would keep them hidden for now. Kneeling down before her, Arlyn lifted her chin with a finger, his eyes hard, all previous niceties (although they were barely nice, Arlyn had been more friendly than he would have to a stranger) gone. "Who the fuck are you then? Polyjuice potion? Simple morphing?" he said, his voice dry and void of emotion. Just his usual cold hearted and calculating self.
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Post by Peridot Miora-Kellen Colombe on Jun 17, 2015 1:13:34 GMT -5
Peridot walked fast down the street although her complexion was calm. If her bar companion caught up to her there was bound to be questions and the alcohol in her system did not steel her enough to deal with an angry cripple’s broken heart. Her eyes darted back and forth down the street as she walked, trying to find an alley or something to slip down. Her senses were heightened with adrenaline and she could feel someone coming after her. That fucker. Although, from their conversation he definitely seemed like a man who loved confrontation. The fiery redhead wasn’t worried about the man catching up to her, from the damage to his leg she knew she could outrun him if it came to a chase.
However, what the spy didn’t count on was the numbing feeling that came over her as her body suddenly stopped moving in the street. She collapsed to the floor with an audible thud. Fuck. A spell. How had she not seen that one coming? She stayed paralyzed as the man caught up to her. The darkness of the street hid their encounter but Peridot was not afraid. Her training had prepared her for moments like this, already she could start to move her fingers. Within minutes she would be able to have her full ability back and she could take the asshole who dared to follow her.
He questioned her and she stared at him with a cold, blank expression. ”Please. You think if I wanted to pretend to be that bimbo I would have kept the hair? I admit, it was a mistake but I’m not an idiot.” She growled at him. ”I’m not surprised by your reaction. But Onyx would certainly be surprised to see me in town. She’s never mentioned me? Frankly, I’m hurt.” She clenched her hand into a fist but the spell wasn’t worn off enough to lift her arm in the air. ”You got a drink, you got a snog, now I’ll be on my way and you on yours. We’ll pretend this didn’t happen. And for the love of God, get out of my face.” Peridot hissed. She hated feeling helpless and vulnerable. When she couldn’t move, it was exactly how she felt and she was pissed off to infinity.
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Post by Arlyn Elliot Valentine on Jun 17, 2015 12:33:56 GMT -5
Arlyn grunted as he looked down at the woman, the little light from the lamps above shadowing his face and accentuating his frown lines. "Yeah well Onyx ain't one to ever talk about her family," he shrugged, and of course, why would she. Arlyn didn't want to hear all about the perfect french family and how perfect her life was all her life, it would only serve as another reminder that he fucked up, and he's destroying any possibly happiness for his children. He couldn't help it, he was a ticking time bomb and with every drink and every pill taken it just slowly ticked down to the zeros.
"Hey now, watch that tongue, might have to cut it out," Arlyn threatened, his tone flat and holding no flicker of any emotion. Hopefully she'd realise that he wasn't playing around. He had done more than his fair share of killing and torture in the army, this would be like a stroll in the park. Arlyn picked up her limp body, even with his bung leg he knew he was still strong enough to probably fight off an intruder or open that impossible pickle jar. "Should I take ya' to Onyx's place and check your story against hers? I mean, if your lying to me... well, that won't end pretty for you, darlin'." Arlyn sat her upright against the wall, so he could look at her face more clearly. "I may have had a few drinks, but don't you even think you'll get out of here without a fight."
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