From: cantspell	Date: December 29th, 2010 11:13 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Re: Ciaran/Emilie

He stood back, one arm folded across his chest as Emilie procured the alcohol for their trip upstairs. They were going to have to kick someone out of a room to get this done; it wouldn't look right in the hall. They needed something simple but offensive. Something that would have them running to the garage for paint to cover it up.

It was just a pity that they didn't have any. Not anymore.

Ciaran smirked as the boy faltered and backed down, slinking off down the stairs towards his friends. He could see how people might find someone like Emilie intimidating, but surely that dress killed off any real threat she could throw out. That guy...had to be a wuss.

"Thanks," he said, untwisting the cap and taking a swig of his beer. Ciaran followed Emilie up the stairs to the landing. "We should start with the master."

	From: babalon	Date: December 30th, 2010 07:11 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Ciaran/Emilie

If only he knew.

"What do you have in mind?" Emilie asked as she scaled the stairs to the second floor.

She turned, waiting for him to make it up the stairs and tipped her beer against her lips. "Because you can forget any of that anarchy bullshit," she said, smug grin on her face.

"This family is Hispanic, so they're probably Catholic or Pentecostal. Touchy little fuckers. Easy peasy."

	From: cantspell	Date: December 30th, 2010 07:53 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Re: Ciaran/Emilie

Ciaran quirked a brow at the anarchy bullshit comment. "It doesn't offend people," he shrugged. "And...I think people would know it was me."

He could see how Emilie might make that leap, but it wasn't what he had in mind. If you were going to paint all over the walls, you might as well paint something that got a reaction out of people.

"Sex or violence then, or both."

It took a couple of tries before they found the room they were after. Ciaran closed the door behind them and flicked on the light, scanning across the room. "I was thinking of drawing a woman. She'd fit on that wall."

	From: babalon	Date: December 30th, 2010 08:25 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Ciaran/Emilie

"Both," Emilie replied simply as the darkness of the room closed around them and squinted a little against the light as it came on.

Naturally, her eyes adjusted quickly in the darkness-- but not so much to light.

"A woman?" Emilie raised a brow at Ciaran, setting her beer down on a table.

	From: cantspell	Date: December 30th, 2010 08:44 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Re: Ciaran/Emilie

He nodded. "Yeah." Ciaran took a thougtful sip of his beer as he eyed the wall, thinking about the best way to convey his idea.

"You know the cross scene in The Exorcist? Something like that. But classier. And...less possessed."

He glanced back at Emilie. "But that's more like blasphemy than violence."

	From: babalon	Date: December 30th, 2010 09:04 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Ciaran/Emilie

"Ha!" Emilie laughed, looking back up at their chosen canvas. "Classier."

Scrunching her mouth, she nodded. "Okay. How about while Jesus holds a knife to her throat? Or cuts her throat? Or while he fucks her face? Or like, fucks through her back? --No... that might be complicated to draw."

	From: cantspell	Date: December 30th, 2010 09:42 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Re: Ciaran/Emilie

"You can't fuck with the face, that's where all the expression is. The final image won't be as effective if you hide it," Ciaran replied.

He did offer her a smile though. "But the knife sounds good. He could be halfway through slitting her throat, that way we could put some blood down her front."

	From: babalon	Date: December 30th, 2010 10:36 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Ciaran/Emilie

"That's why he would come in from the side." Emilie said matter-of-factly, "Like a porno," She motioned, sticking her tongue in the side of her cheek to further illustrate her point.

"I like the knife better anyway," she nodded again, cracking open the tin of paint with a sharp finger-nail.

"Euuugh," She cringed as the lid dropped to the floor and revealed a rather separated, sea-foam green. The paint smeared all over the floor. It was easily solved--after fetching her wand from it's hiding spot deep in the sole of her platform, she mumbled a quick spell and the paint turned a deep, translucent crimson.

"Perfect." She looked up.

"You drawing this shit or am I?"

	From: cantspell	Date: December 30th, 2010 11:03 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Re: Ciaran/Emilie

Ciaran surpressed a laugh at the Jesus-blowjob face she made, shaking his head a bit. "There'd be too much going on in the foreground. If Jesus is in the background then it makes the cross the focal point. It draws the eyes straight to it, which...is kinda the point."

He nodded, watching Emilie open the tin of paint. "It gives it more varied elements. It was a cool idea."

The paint wasn't the right colour, but that was easily fixed. Taking another swig of his beer, Ciaran stepped around the paint on the floor and sat down on the bed. "Ladies first. You start it and I'll catch up."

They were going to be working in each other's space at some point if they both started now, but if Emilie worked outwards they could paint their mural without getting in one another's way.

Ciaran lay across the end of the bed, his beer resting on his stomach and his boots hanging off the other side. Hopefully she wouldn't make it too bloody; the devil was in the detail, after all.

	From: babalon	Date: December 30th, 2010 11:37 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Ciaran/Emilie

"Lazy ass," Emilie rolled her eyes and raised an eyebrow suspiciously at him before turning back to the wall. She shook her wand once, and a thin brush tip appeared at the end.

Either he was checking out her ass, or this was a set-up--but Emilie prided herself in her artwork, and her painting skill. It was too late to back down now. This wasn't anything too difficult, and she couldn't give a flying fuck if anyone caught her.

So she dipped the thin brush in the red, sweeping it across the wall in long, thin strokes. It'd make the edges more ruddy, she thought to herself.

Not that it really mattered to anyone else but her.

	From: cantspell	Date: December 30th, 2010 11:57 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Re: Ciaran/Emilie

Oh, he was definitely checking out her ass. When her dress was so short it was criminal not to. Besides, he hadn't really had the chance to appreciate her fully down on the porch...not that it hadn't been fun, but there were a few fun things that had fallen by the wayside; explorations that were never made.

Explorations that could be made possibly in a nice big bed at someone's house party?

Explorations that would definitely be made if she were to put down that wand/brush and perch herself on his groin.

Painting was suddenly very far from Ciaran's mind. He sat upright on the bed, finished his beer and set the bottle down on the floor. With the taste of it on his lips he moved over to Emilie, letting his fingers trail down her chest as his lips sought out her neck.

"I can't paint. You're in the way."

	From: babalon	Date: December 31st, 2010 02:15 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Ciaran/Emilie

Emilie tensed against his initial touch, back straightening, inhaling sharply. She'd felt uneasy turning her back to him, though she'd half expected this. Though soon enough she found herself pacified by his wandering hands. She tilted her head away, offering her neck to him with a soft, relaxed sigh.

"Unless you plan to paint with my tits, I'd say you're doing it wrong."

	From: cantspell	Date: January 2nd, 2011 12:31 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Re: Ciaran/Emilie

"I hadn't planned to, but we could try it. The detailing wouldn't be as clear, but..." he drifted off, brushing his lips over the nape of her neck. One hand slipped beneath the dress to cup her breast, his thumb rubbing over her nipple.

"I don't think I'm over the last task," Ciaran muttered, trailing a kiss-line up Emilie's neck and along her jawline. "Maybe we should take a break."

	From: babalon	Date: January 2nd, 2011 03:24 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Ciaran/Emilie

Emilie giggled quietly; it was loud against the thrum barely made its way up from the floor below, all shouts and laughter and excitement.

"We could skip it altogether?" She mumbled, arching her back reflexively. How did she really want to ring in the new year? Defiling the bedroom of some family she could really care less about? Or fucking this hot kid's brains out?

The answer was simple.

"Or we could make it more interesting?"She said, her head to look at him. As to what she meant by 'interesting', she left unsaid, too distracted by the overwhelming need to kiss him again.

	From: cantspell	Date: January 2nd, 2011 04:02 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Re: Ciaran/Emilie

"Sounds good to me," he purred, his mouth working along her jaw.

With one hand happily pawing at her breast, Ciaran slid his free hand up Emilie's thigh until he'd reached the elastic of her thong. The tips of his fingers skirted along it as his lips found hers, the taste of lipgloss and surgical steel back in his mouth.

His hand slipped beneath the fabric of Emilie's underwear and was about to dip between her legs when...

"Interesting? What kind of interesting?"

He was always up for making a great experience better.

	From: babalon	Date: January 5th, 2011 12:24 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Ciaran/Emilie

The sound that Emilie uttered was entirely displeased, a soft sound of protest as Ciaran pulled his mouth away from hers to speak.

"Mmn," She nodded, licking her lips. "Drugs, Pony-boy." She shook her head and laughed as if the answer should be obvious. "Something tells me you're not the violence-in-bed type."

	From: cantspell	Date: January 6th, 2011 08:37 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Re: Ciaran/Emilie

"I might be..." he replied before nipping her neck with his teeth.

Ciaran's fingers curled against the inside of her thigh. He knew for a fact she wasn't hiding anything underneath what she was classing as a dress, and he didn't have anything either...which only left one option.

They were going to acquire some drugs from downstairs.

Good in some respects, but so very, very frustrating in others. He sighed and rested his forehead against her shoulder.

Next time? Drugs, then upstairs.

"Lead the way."

	From: babalon	Date: January 8th, 2011 12:11 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Ciaran/Emilie

Emilie shivered a bit, pulling away from Ciaran almost forcefully. She had to admit that it was difficult. She gave him a considering look as she rearranged the latex that covered her chest.

"Come on,then." All situated, she grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the room and down toward the stairs. She stalked ahead of him, her eyes scanning the crowd as they descended the stairs. Just looking for a victim.

"You see that faggy raver kid over in the corner?" She asked, pausing and turning to look up at him.

	From: cantspell	Date: January 8th, 2011 04:07 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Re: Ciaran/Emilie

He followed dutifully as they moved further away from the vacant master bedroom containing that big, soft king sized bed and closer to the morons still partying it up downstairs.

Ciaran looked at Emilie, then scanned across the room. Their target was...a little hard to miss, really.

"I see him. What's he got?"

	From: babalon	Date: January 8th, 2011 11:03 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Re: Ciaran/Emilie

"Pills. Some of them magical. I tried one once and I could have fucking sworn it was a sweet tart until the walls started changing colors." Emilie smirked, continuing back down the stairs.

"We're going to take them from him." She paused. "Or you can watch, if you prefer."

	From: cantspell	Date: January 8th, 2011 11:41 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Re: Ciaran/Emilie

He raised a brow. "I'm not a spectator."

The raver kid probably didn't deserve to be shaken down for his stash, but LIKE HELL he was going to point that out now, or even worse, stand by on principle and let Emilie do all of the work.

Besides, he'd probably taken enough by now...and punching someone who was wearing that much neon would probably do more good for the world.

Ciaran led Emilie through the throng of drunken teens and over to their new little friend. He didn't seem to notice them at first. Pity.

He let go of Emilie's hand and took hold of the raver's wrist, twisting it up his back. When the kid started to struggle Ciaran did the same with the other wrist.

There, nice and subdued. Kind of.

	From: babalon	Date: January 9th, 2011 12:14 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Ciaran/Emilie

Emilie cocked an eyebrow, letting Ciaran lead the way. She was impressed, biting the side of her lip as she watched him subdue her target for her. Well, that was easy.

She definitely had to hang out with this kid at school.

Grinning, she tilted her head in front of the raver to get his attention. Immediately, the raver made a panicked face, glancing back at Ciaran and then back to Emilie once or twice. Probably wondering when the serial killer and the 'devil whore' started hanging out. Emilie laughed, and it was muffled by the noise of the party.

She spoke into the raver's ear. He shook his head frantically 'no', and Emilie scowled, looked up at Ciaran and tilted her head toward the back. "Outside." She mouthed.

	From: cantspell	Date: January 9th, 2011 12:37 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Re: Ciaran/Emilie

Sometimes it was easier to simply do what a woman told you, and Ciaran was fairly certain that this was one of those times. Little raver kid had, however, failed to notice this and that...well, it certainly wasn't going to make his night better.

Ciaran gave Emilie a nod and shoved their new friend towards the back door. Occasionally he tried to stop Ciaran pushing him forwards, but that didn't work out.

He gave the kid a hard shove when they were on the porch, but kept hold of his shirt; little raver and his supply were going nowhere. Ciaran wrapped the boy's arms around his back again, hoping this wouldn't take long. He was on a promise, after all.

	From: babalon	Date: January 9th, 2011 01:35 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Ciaran/Emilie

Emilie smirked over at Ciaran, entirely too pleased with herself. The night was going better than she had thought-- though she hadn't thought it would end up anything like this. Something about tonight really sparked her... creative spirit.

The raver struggled in Ciaran's grasp and Emilie watched for a moment, smiling. Like a child pulling legs off an ant. Shaking herself as if having been distracted from something shiny, and searched the boy's pockets. He squirmed the whole time, squeakily protesting for her to stop.

And then she found it. A prescription bottle full of candy-looking pills that seemed to sparkle a little in the low light. Jackpot. She tutted at him, shaking the bottle of pills.

His only response was 'You're a fucking bitch', which, of course, just pissed her off and prompted a quick and unapologetic punch to his nose. Those brass knuckles with the little rosettes on them left a nasty-looking bloody imprint.

	From: cantspell	Date: January 9th, 2011 11:03 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Re: Ciaran/Emilie

Ciaran smirked and shook his head. With a response like that, he really wasn't surprised that the kid took a hit to the nose. You didn't speak to women like that, especially if they were robbing you. That was just foolish.

He gave the kid a hard shove, knocking him off the porch and onto...flowers? Grass? A spike pit? Who cares? He was useless now that they had their little pick me ups.

And now that they had accomplished this task, wasn't it time that they went back upstairs? Ciaran slipped an arm around Emilie's waist. "We should go and claim that room back before someone else does."