From: cantspell	Date: December 27th, 2010 05:28 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Re: Emilie/Ciaran

Yeah, they didn't need to go that way. Mari was...nice, but standing in someone's kitchen, chatting to a nice girl was just not how things were meant to go right now.

Ciaran gave Emilie's hand a tug in the other direction, before leaning close to her ear again. "Yeah. We can go out the front door."

	From: babalon	Date: December 27th, 2010 02:14 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Emilie/Ciaran

Emilie smirked, keeping close to him so they could speak. "Avoiding someone?" Her laughter was hushed against the music.

"Okay," She agreed, dragging him in the direction he'd tugged her, though it could hardly be called dragging when the person followed after you willingly.

Outside, the silence of the night was almost jarring. It was warm compared to New York. Only then did she let go of his hand, clicking open a small cigarette case she'd pulled from said jacket, perching a black cigarette between her lips. Sure, flavoured cigarettes were illegal now-- but wizard-run tobacco shops still sold a good equivalent to cloves.

She flipped open a small skull, about the size of a pot of lip gloss, and inside was a small, glowing ember that she lit her cigarette on. The smoke at the end of the cigarette curled into the pattern of a Celtic knot. Morrigan Darks. Gimmicky, but she still kept buying them.

"Kinda girly, I know. But they taste good," she offered, holding out her cigarette case and flame-less lighter.

	From: cantspell	Date: December 27th, 2010 03:04 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Re: Emilie/Ciaran

"Pretty much," he said. "She's uh...talkative."

And anything that took him away from someone talkative was definitely worth following willingly. If that 'anything' was wearing a short, tight dress...that was just a nice, big bonus really, wasn't it?

He took a cigarette from the case and tipped the end against the ember to light it. The noise from inside the house was still audible but it was highly muffled; filtered to a pleasnt hum of sociability. It served as a backing track to the sounds of outside.

Ciaran pressed his back against the wall and exhaled smoke through his nose. He always thought people looked a little like dragons when they did that.

Taking another drag from his cigarette, Ciaran let his eyes fall onto Emilie. That dress was doing a very good job of showcasing her assets. He watched as it became taut against her skin with the influx of breath, then slightly looser as she exhaled, losing a sliver of contact with those perky little breasts.

He exhaled again, eyeing the ground. "Not bad."

	From: babalon	Date: December 27th, 2010 04:38 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Emilie/Ciaran

Emilie watched his face intently, trying to figure out for herself if any of the rumors that she had heard over the past semester were true. They were in different houses, and different years-- she knew that.

The only thing she could surmise was that he was intensely interested in her tits.

This was unsurprising.

"Yeah. I'd like to think so." She laughed, and smoked her cigarette for a minute in silence, contemplating her next question. "So is it true what they say about you?"

	From: cantspell	Date: December 27th, 2010 07:08 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Re: Emilie/Ciaran

"Hmm?" He glanced up at Emilie, apparently missing the comment to tits association. Really, he'd meant the cigarettes.

Ciaran brought his drink to his lips and finished off half of the glass before setting it down on the floor beside him. It felt like a different lifetime since he'd last had a cigarette.

And then came the million dollar question.

"Probably not," he replied. "What are they saying?"

Or more aptly, what were they saying now? The drug dealer rumour appeared to be dying off a bit, but people continued to give him strange looks. Someone had to be saying something.

	From: babalon	Date: December 27th, 2010 10:09 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Emilie/Ciaran

"That you killed a student, or students." Emilie snerked, pressing her drink to her lips and drinking heartily. She grimaced a little bit at the clash of flavors and continued.

"With or without a pencil. That you ate a baby. That you broke your principal's nose," She tried to contain her laughter as she told the rumours, never having really believed any of them. "Some people are even saying you might have something to do with the disappearances of those kids in October."

She snickered some, and took another drag of her cigarette.

	From: cantspell	Date: December 27th, 2010 10:29 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Re: Emilie/Ciaran

Well, that explained a lot. "Least I know why a girl in art club looked ready to bolt when I borrowed her pencil."

Ciaran sighed, fixing his eyes on the cigarette in his hand and blowing smoke out through his nose again. "There's only one of those that is close to true. Some of them...a baby? I..." He shook his head in disbelief.

And people thought he was stupid.

"I got into fights, they moved me. Didn't kill anyone, especially not a baby, I just knocked out a few teeth and bruised a few faces."

	From: babalon	Date: December 27th, 2010 11:39 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Emilie/Ciaran

"Gotta admit, I'm a little disappointed. I thought your story would be a little more interesting than that."

She took a big gulp of the last of her drink, tilting the large glass back over her head. When she was finished, she sighed and put the glass on the railing.

"Mari kept trying to tell me you were criminally insane," She giggled. "But you seem too chill for that."

	From: cantspell	Date: December 27th, 2010 11:53 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Re: Emilie/Ciaran

"It's hard to top being a serial killer," He shrugged. "What's breaking a kid's nose in class compared to chopping up people from my school?"

Ciaran finished his cigarette and stubbed it out, throwing the butt of it over the railing. Criminally insane? He smirked. "Yeah, but that could change. They say it's always the quiet ones...maybe I just have a long fuse."

	From: babalon	Date: December 28th, 2010 12:39 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Emilie/Ciaran

"Oh, I know." She tilted her head, still smirking and finding it hard to stop. Possibly from the alcohol, but more likely the company. Or was it the other way around?

"I could think of a couple of ways you could change things," she laughed knowingly, intending to pluck at the fabric of his shirt but tugging at it in actuality. "You're in luck, my friend. I just so happen to be the biggest trouble-maker in school."

She sing-songed that last sentence, if only slightly.

It was definitely the alcohol.

	From: cantspell	Date: December 28th, 2010 12:56 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Re: Emilie/Ciaran

He picked up his drink and down the rest of it, leaving the glass beside Emilie's on the railing.

"Oh? Are you going to share that, or..." Ciaran looked down at the handful of shirt she was holding. He was rather fond of this t-shirt...but then he was rather fond the view he had now that she was tugging on his clothes.

"You don't seem like trouble to me. Are you gonna prove it?"

	From: babalon	Date: December 28th, 2010 01:19 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Emilie/Ciaran

"Is that a challenge?" Emilie's face lit up like a child's at Christmas. Leaning in closer to him, against him, really; she hushed her voice.

"Well, Fuck. There's so many options. Vandalism, violence, sex, drugs, pure fucking mindless chaos." The sides of her face hurt a little from smiling so much, or they would, were she not drowning in vodka.

"What's your pleasure, Ponyboy?"

	From: cantspell	Date: December 28th, 2010 03:00 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Re: Emilie/Ciaran

"It is, if you think you're up to it." Ciaran brushed his hand against her hip and pressed her back against the wall. "And you shouldn't have a problem with any of those...if you're really that much trouble."

His free hand crept down to her thigh, resting just about where the skirt of her ended. "I think sex would be a good place to start. After that..." Ciaran shrugged his shoulders. "...just see where it goes."

	From: babalon	Date: December 28th, 2010 02:28 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Emilie/Ciaran

As Emilie's back made contact with the wall, she made a small, pleased, noise, almost too delicate, too feminine. She hummed a little as if she were contemplating it-- despite the fact that the moment she'd first laid eyes on Ciaran, she had decided she was going to sleep with him.

She tilted her head closer to his, just barely brushing her lips against his as she spoke. "If you think you're up to it," she echoed.

	From: cantspell	Date: December 28th, 2010 03:28 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Re: Emilie/Ciaran

Emilie tasted like gloss and steel, which was rather fitting if Ciaran had thought about it. Not that he was thinking about much at the moment though.

Pressing up against her, he snaked his hand around Emilie's thigh, pulling it up to his hip. He slid his fingers beneath the skirt of her dress, pawing the girl's flesh eagerly as his hand climbed higher.

Ciaran slid the edge of his tongue into Emilie's mouth, the metal bar brushing her bottom lip.

And to think those idiots inside were waiting until midnight...