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Post by Ana Gray on Jul 1, 2016 22:09:55 GMT -5
[ outfit. | after ana left the singles party. ] Something about having every fiber of your being absolutely reject who you are as a person was... disheartening. Reasonably so. Through with appearances, Ana settled herself in the courtyard with a pack of gum and a baseball bat. Her makeup was smudged and her wrists felt raw. What had been her long fingernails were bitten down into stubs as she collected her bearings in the dungeons. Ana didn't smoke cigarettes, not really, but she sometimes snuck one from time to time to ease her nerves. Truthfully, they tasted and smelled absolutely atrocious. On rare occasions, she hid out on the roof of her house and milked out a single stick for a while, before crawling back in through her window and her parents would be none the wiser. That was essentially what she was doing now. Only, she didn't have any cigarettes, and she didn't really care. Chewing furiously on a stick of spearmint, she squatted with the baseball bat bouncing against her shoulder. In a bout of fury, she had snatched up a bag of potatoes from the kitchens and decided she was going to smash them, because she was nothing but an idol of maturity. But now she wasn't really interested. The girl couldn't help but dwell on how right she was about the party. About what a shit show she was as a person, how she couldn't come to terms with herself even for one night. She wasn't like her friends, whom could flirt so shamelessly with the same sex, like it were nothing. She wanted it to be nothing. But no matter what, it felt like everything. The disappointment on her mother's face when she burned a casserole was only a fraction of the disappointment she would feel when it turned out her only daughter grew up to be Lilith herself. Standing up, skirt blowing up lightly with the freezing air, she tossed a potato upward before her. She hit a home fucking run. |
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Post by Bridgette Flynn on Jul 4, 2016 10:48:43 GMT -5
Bridgette was a mess. She has stumbled out of the room of requirement, head spinning. And not just from those shots. Her feelings were running all over the place. She had been starting to believe she could never be with anyone else when Ana fucking Gray walked into her Quidditch pitch. Maybe it was still true. Maybe I'm aromantic? She thought, but the fuzzy notion drifted away as quickly as it had come. She didn't have the damn focus to consider that at the moment.
What she did have the focus for, was to summon her quaffle from her room, and catch it firmly in her fumbling hands. Hey, even when you're drunk you're a killer catch. She grinned to herself, zigzagging down the halls out onto the grass. She was heading to the pitch to clear her head, toss the ball around by herself. With all my friends. She thought of the last time she had been drunk outside. When she and Ana bickered like the bitches they were.
And of course, because the fates hated Bridgette, she spotted that white-blonde hair facing away from her. What the fuck is she doing? Another thought graced bridgette's head, which was suddenly sobering up with the angry butterflies in her stomach. And the burning hatred in the back of her neck. Of course she would have butterflies. Fucking fantastic.
Bridgette looked down, noticing the bat and bag of potatoes. Ana tossed up a potato and slammed it across the field. Bridgette paused and watched as it broke into three pieces. "You should be a Beater," Bridgette called out. Couldn't take the Chaser out of the drunk. She walked up next to Ana, tossing the quaffle between hands. "I'm not chasing after you, you're just in my way of getting to the pitch." She tossed her red mane over her shoulder - which was truly a mane now that her tamed curls faced the outdoor air. She peered over at Ana from the side, her entire demeanor in conflict. She was trying to be friendly, but hated Ana, but wanted to make out with her, but wanted to hit her with the fucking bat. There really was no way to salvage this situation.
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Post by Ana Gray on Jul 4, 2016 22:51:45 GMT -5
Ana's shoulders stiffened to her ears quickly at the sound of Bridgette's voice. This was nightmarish, wasn't it? Of course, her initial thought would be to assume the Ravenclaw followed her, and that was gross. Ana didn't appreciate that at all. In fact, she'd rather knock herself out with her bat than experience whatever the hell this was. An attempt at reconciliation? Reconcile what, though? They didn't like each other. Never did. Ana especially didn't now. It was stupid of her to show up to that party, to make both their nights unbearable. It was an utter joke. The idea that Ana could ever get along with the girl was delusional. The idea that Ana felt like she could be intimate with her?
Her stomach churned at the thought.
"I'm only a decent hit when I'm pissed off," Ana told her, not even bothering to face her. Bridgette could scoot off and do whatever the hell she was doing, it'd be fine by her. There was nothing happening. Things didn't happen with Ana Gray, unless verbally berating someone counted as foreplay... Did it count as foreplay? A sneer formed on her face, disgusted with herself. What was wrong with her? Why couldn't she accept herself as is? Distant and nonsexual and unhappy.
"I'm not chasing after you, you're just in my way of getting to the pitch."
Liar. Ana didn't believe her. What cruel universe would make her night such a pitiful example of fate's existence? Chaser wqs her title, was it not? A chaser chased, and a beater beat; if Ana was such a beater, then maybe she would beat the shit out of this chaser if she didn't move along. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize my girth was so large that it could stop you from walking your scrawny ass around me," She snipped, but the regular harshness in her voice wasn't there. It was just distant, defensive. She didn't mean it. She understood why Bridgette said that. And Bridgette's ass's size wasn't something she really ever considered.
Finally turned to the girl beside her, she slung the cap of the bat to the cobblestone below, resting her palm on the knob precariously. Scowling, glaring, and tightening her jaw. She didn't want to look at her. But Bridgette looked a lot better when she was a bit of a mess, less put together, more lion-like. Ana bit her lip through her sour expression, wanting very much to know what to say. She would have known what to say if she hadn't looked at her.
"Great party, by the way," She began, venomously, "Do you often freak the fuck out over drinks?"
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Post by Bridgette Flynn on Jul 5, 2016 12:17:11 GMT -5
"I'm only a decent hit when I'm pissed off," Ana told her, still facing away. Good. She didn't know what would happen if Ana were to look at her. It would ruin her whole attempt at pretending the night never happened.
"Oh, so all the time?" Bridgette sneered, red lips pulling up at the corners. "Seriously, think about it." She added. Ana looked like she wanted to hit her with the bat. If it happened, Bridgette wasn't sure if she would curse her or lay down and take it. This whole situation sucked, and her hopes sank. Maybe she should just walk away. That would be the intelligent thing to do. Maybe I should have been a Slytherin. I'm more of a little shit than a kiss ass.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize my girth was so large that it could stop you from walking your scrawny ass around me," Ana said. Actually said, no spitting, no anger. Maybe she was as messed up as Bridgette was about this. Well of course she is, idiot. Feelings aren't one-directional.
Ana turned to her, leaning on the bat like a softball player. She was missing the big thighs and the bubblegum, which would have driven Bridgette crazy. Not that it didn't. Ana was biting her lip, her normal bitch face seemingly thinking of what to say. Good. Bridgette had no idea.
"Great party, by the way," Ana spat, "Do you often freak the fuck out over drinks?" Bridgette's anger boiled. And not thinking before she spoke, roared back, "No, do you often stay sober and act like a drunk fucking sorority girl?" She had no idea if Ana would get the quip, it was certainly a muggle joke, and she had no idea of Ana's blood status. She was glad that they were arguing again, it was safe ground. But the hits were a little personal. A little too close to comfort. Bridgette always had a great time drinking. Nobody seemed to piss her off the way Ana did.
She loved the way Ana always looked like she was going to glare the world to death. Bridgette tended to look too sweet while she was insulting others, which made people think a lot of her bites were jokes.
Looking again at Ana biting her lip, she was met with an overwhelming desire to get closer to her. "Actually, I always have a great time," she tucked the quaffle under her arm, and took a step forward. "It's a shame that you always have to ruin it," she said more quietly, not biting either. She had meant to intimidate Ana then walk off to the pitch, but now that she was so close, she couldn't stop herself. Bridgette closed the distance between them, pressing her lips to Ana's. The kiss was much softer than their conversation, and Bridgette was showing incredible restraint. She wanted to shove Ana against a wall and shut her up properly, but this would have to do. And it certainly did it for Bridgette. Ana's lips were just as soft as she hoped they would be.
And her drunk self couldn't decide whether she would regret it or not.
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Post by Ana Gray on Jul 6, 2016 0:23:42 GMT -5
Bridgette played the "oh, so all the time?" card, the one that Ana was waiting for, and she was glad that's where she decided to go. Their pleasantries were over, there was no reason for them to try anymore. On the pitch that night, Ana's view on Bridgette had softened in spite of their normal relationship. Tobias had been such an asshole, and Bridgette laughed at her jokes, and it was nice. It felt like friendship. Ana wasn't great with friendship. All her friends hated her and she hated them back. Caelani being a fine example of that, where all Ana ever wanted to do was rip her apart, but thoroughly enjoyed hearing her input. Even if she was kind of a total bitch about it. They were all bitches, including Ana. That was the beautiful thing about it.
But Quidditch didn't entice her at all. And neither did the idea of any sort of sport that wasn't some form of dancing. That was likely her mother's fault, always straying her away from "boyish" activities. It was habitual now. Sports were simply so boring. She never even bothered to attend a game.
"No, do you often stay sober and act like a drunk fucking sorority girl?"
Ana let out a fake laugh, looking her up and down. "If anyone's the sorority girl, it's Miss Takes-A-Shot-And-Has-A-Crisis. I'm also not the one juggling her boobs around in a shirt two sizes too small," She replied, her prude side showing tremendously. In truth, Ana didn't really care about what people wore and did with their bodies. It made her uncomfortable when she was around them, and she was side eye them and scoff, take pictures and send them to their significant others. But all the times she shamed someone over it, was because she wanted to hurt them. Not because she actually believed it.
Her grip on the bat tightened as the Ravenclaw stepped forward. She looked as if she was about to bounce that quaffle off of Ana's face. While Ana had high hopes for herself, she was rather weak physically. Sickly her whole life, following awful diets to keep her body happy. People took advantage of that, people who were supposed to care about her. If Bridgette wanted to, she could beat Ana half to death and that would be that. But she didn't back away. She channeled her inner Aaron and held herself strong.
"It's a shame you had to fucking invite me, you--" She cut herself off as Bridgette came forward once more. For a second, her eyes were wide with concern. Their vicinity to one another was uncomfortable. Beyond anything Ana ever really allowed. And before she could utter another word, Bridgette's lips were against her's.
The bat clanged to the ground, bouncing twice before settling against the bag of potatoes. Her hands raised, fingers tense and twisted and her mouth became slack. Pure horror rang from her expression, buried underneath a tender, unexpected kiss. While her stomach lurched, there was no bile this time. No repeat of Llewellyn receiving a mouthful of vomit. It was simply Ana frozen in time, pale eyes rolling to the side as she tried, with all her might, to think. Think of what was happening. Think of what she was doing. But her mind fell blank. Anger swelled, but so did desire, and she wasn't sure what the fuck was happening.
Since when was Bridgette Flynn ever interested in her, past her stupid teasing?
An unsure hand met the Ravenclaw's cheek, and for a moment, Ana allowed herself to lean into her embrace. Feel her soft lips against her's. It was frightening. And it reminded her of nothing. Nothing was comparable to that moment. Bridgette was soft and warm. Her skin was wonderful. She smelled wonderful. A hint of sweetness, from the alcohol or her makeup or something. And it was... beyond words.
But she panicked. This wasn't supposed to happen. It was unique and exactly what she wanted, but guilt immediately overcame her. This wasn't Ana. This wasn't what she was supposed to be. Her parents would kill her. There'd be a slaughter. She would be disowned, forced out of her house. They would know. They would take one look at her and know. Face beating red, her eyes stinging with tears, she pulled away suddenly.
Her hand, which had been so delicately placed on Bridgette's cheek, winded back and met it once again with a slap.
"Y- you!" Her voice quivered, and she held her burning forehead in her palm, "You awful bitch!"
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Post by Bridgette Flynn on Jul 6, 2016 12:56:01 GMT -5
Bridgette didn't even hear the bat fall to the ground. Ana was motionless against Bridgette, which was more than she was expecting. She was anticipating a slap, or a shove, or Ana to bite her lip so hard it bled. Of all the times her mother had the consent conversation with her, it didn't stop Bridgette from forcing her lips on an unsuspecting... What... Friend? Stranger? She didn't know anymore. Ana's hand touched Bridgette's cheek and she grinned against Ana's lips. It was one of the most gentle, slow kisses she had ever had. Bridgette had never had a real relationship, always bouncing from one friend with benefits to another. Her pursuits were usually met with fiery passion in closets, hushed bedrooms, and silence the next day. But this... This was everything she feared it would be. Ana pulled away from her suddenly and that soft hand slapped her hard. There it is. Bridgette was totally unfazed, grinning like an idiot. It made her cheek sting even more, but hey, she couldn't stop. "Y- you! You awful bitch!" Ana's voice quivered. With what emotion, Bridgette had no idea. She pressed her lips together, a poor attempt at evening out her lipstick. She pulled the quaffle in front of her again, tossing it between hands and eyeing Ana curiously. She had no idea what was happening, and where things would go from here. They'd probably pretend it never happened. The thought would have made Bridgette's heart sink, but she was flying too high now. "We already knew that," Bridgette laughed, pretending that she didn't notice Ana's freak out. What was she going to do, comfort the girl? Ask her if she was okay? Ha. Instead, she tucked the ball to her side again, using the sides of her hands to push up her cleavage a little before turning around and walking, "Miss Takes-A-Shot is going to go play with aaaaallll her friends like she intended on doing before soooommeone," she shot a bitter look over her shoulder back at Ana before continuing to zig-zag drunkenly towards the pitch, "Beautiful and blonde interrupted her." ~ Bridgette possibly out? We'll see.  ♥ |
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Post by Ana Gray on Jul 8, 2016 8:42:05 GMT -5
Even at her worst, Ana wasn't the type to cry. She could recall the last time she did so perfectly, and it was after an argument she and Aaron had. Sometimes his words cut more deep than he realized. Ana never said anything, because she knew she had it coming. A lot of the bad in Ana's life was neatly folded into acceptance; things would never really get better, so the only thing she could do was accept it. Fill the role of what she was supposed to be, what kind of daughter her parents wanted her to be. She did well in school, kept her room freakishly clean, excelled in ballet, followed curfew. She helped her mother in the kitchen. She took the time to participate in extracurriculars. She tried to tutor Aaron. If, if, if. If the twins hadn't been magic, Ana would have been "on her way to Oxford". If Ana had never danced with the devil, she "wouldn't be the way she is now". A constant disappointment, in spite of everything. Her eyes were shut tight as Bridgette spoke to her, those stupid quips just aggravating her even more. This wasn't funny. This was very serious. And Bridgette didn't care. What was funny, having her first actual kiss that actually was reciprocated and non-barfy, and it meant absolutely nothing to the other person. It was as if the girl was mocking her. That's what Ana convinced herself of, knowing very well that Bridgette was just the type to tease. This was all so meaningless. And yet Ana's heart fluttered, gasped for reassurance, and... seemingly shattered beneath the weight of this thought. Ana didn't cry. All her tears were replaced melted rancor, and it dripped from her lips like a child throwing a tantrum. Ana's greatest flaw, in her parents' eyes, was that, past her attempt to impress, she still held strong onto her individuality. Or, more accurately: She never "learned" to shut the fuck up, even when a 1.88 meter man commanded her to. The color didn't melt from Ana's cheeks, but the horror finally settled into the dust. Watching Bridgette walk away just made it that much worse. Nothing more than a hardy-har-har moment for lil' miss lioness, her hair being the only thing she could focus on as the girl strutted off. Was this what it was like for someone to feel "played"? Was that too extreme to think? "Nuh-uh, cum slut! Get the fuck back here!" Ana's voice followed, and she began chasing after her with the grace of a super pissed off swan, as swans tended to be. Ballet taught Ana nimbleness and calm, but more importantly, it taught her to catch up to her mistakes seamlessly. No one would ever the tell the difference. Cutting in front of her, pale eyes boring her down, she raised a single finger and stepped forward, in attempt to push the girl back with the sheer force of her fury. "Yeah, whatever, we both know you're fucking friendless and we all get a good, cheap laugh out of your ickle, little, tiny self esteem," She began, tone returning back to her regular harshness, "But I just want to make this clear: If you ever take your filthy fucking daddy issues out on me again, I'll pop your perky peach tits and turn your torso into a coffee table, understand?" Taking that raised finger, she pecked Bridgette's left breast for emphasis. Ana wasn't quite sure why she jumped to that retort, but it was better than talking about her thighs. Much better. Who knew what she would have said about those. boob pecking is the utmost insult
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Post by Bridgette Flynn on Jul 8, 2016 19:43:29 GMT -5
Yaaaaaass!!! There's a reason I did a soft exit! I wasn't sure how Ana would react.
& never censor Ana, she's perf. ♥
Bridgette was able to stumble away a little before she heard some yelling behind her. She had expected Ana to huff off like usual.
"Nuh-uh, cum slut! Get the fuck back here!" Ana's voice came from behind bridgette. Ana's lithe body came after quickly, gracefully cutting in front of Bridgette. Fuck her, Bridgette couldn't even walk straight and here was the stuck up Slytherin, making her way through her path again like some fucking ballerina. She didn't even care about the insult, just how she couldn't even walk ugly. Everything she had to do was attractive. Fuck her. Ana raised a finger towards Bridgette, and the redhead's stupid grin started to slip off her face. Ana was not wearing a joking face. "Yeah, whatever, we both know you're fucking friendless... [blah blah blah]..." Bridgette put a hand on her hip as she waited through Ana's rant for something interesting, "... make this clear:... daddy issues... [some sort of insult about her perky boobs]... understand?" And Ana chose to poke Bridgette's boob with her damn finger. What the fuck? Is she a twelve year old boy? "There are no daddy issues, only you issues!" Bridgette roared at Ana, "Although you are clearly attracted to me enough to insult my boobs -- which you can't pop because they're real by the way -- and not my intelligence. My self-esteem is just fine, at least I can joke about myself. And at least I understand what the fuck I want." Bridgette stood for a long moment regarding Ana. And her face stung. And her boob stung. She really had no idea what was happening. And still couldn't tell if she regretted the kiss or not. So instead of being the self-centered bitch that Ana could 100% tell that she was being today, Bridgette decided there was enough of assuming that Ana knew how she felt. She should probably spell it out for her. Bridgette looked up to the sky and let out a frustrated breath between her pursed lips. She let her eyes close and worked on choosing the correct words for once in her life. "I..." she started and the word trailed off. Come on you fucking drunk, just start talking. Her internal monologue was clear on her face as she avoided Ana's eyes. "I want you," she shrugged awkwardly. This was clearly not her forte. "And not in like a sexual sense. I mean hell yeah. But like..." She finally met Ana's eyes, and felt like she wanted to punch her. She didn't know why. Probably because she was making her feel feelings. Bridgette groaned and sat on the grass in the middle of the grounds. She still had her heels on, and her skirt, and suddenly felt ridiculous. She rubbed her hands roughly on her face in frustration, messing up her makeup. "I mean you're clearly not interested, but I don't really do the talking thing. I do the going for it thing." She waved her hand absently. "And certainly not the feelings thing. Which has clearly made a fucking mess. You're welcome."Ahh Bridgette has such a way with words. ♥ |
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Post by Ana Gray on Jul 27, 2016 22:58:44 GMT -5
The reaction Ana had expected went more so along the lines of, "yeah, whatever, bitch", and Bridgette catwalking away. Or, perhaps, some sort glimpse that she was just joking around. Being playful and gross and just wanting to fuck around. It didn't quite make sense, when everything added up, but it was the answer that Ana found herself wanting. She knew that it would only entice her more to Bridgette, she liked being treated like shit. She wanted people to tell her that she was awful, because she was, and it fed her ego in ways that not many people would understand. But if she had just told Ana, plainly, that it was all a joke, they could walk away and Ana wouldn't question it and it'd be done.
Her rant began with a line, "Only you issues", insinuating things that made Ana blush and her arms cross defensively. At this point, she knew better than to assume it was non-romantic/sexual type of issue. It wasn't just Ana being a bully-- something she could never even see herself as in terms of Bridgette, but the possibility was always there-- it was all that weird tension between them being a factual thing. It was real. It wasn't a joke. Ana genuinely found Bridgette impossible to like at times, but the bottom line was that Ana liked the people she hated. Convoluted, unnecessary, but true. That night they met by chance on the Quidditch pitch had changed Ana's disposition quite a bit. She thought at the time that it was just Toby making Bridgette look better by comparison, but she was learning that, maybe, perhaps, Peach Tits here was actually interesting in ways. And that was aggravating.
"And at least I understand what the fuck I want."
"E- Excuse me?" Ana replied, hoarsely. Sentences did not form between her teeth, but insults and dehumanizing words. Things she didn't want to say, but needed to say, in order to feel better about herself in that moment.
But Bridgette continued, and stated it plain and clear. It was a whole lot more than Ana would have ever guessed. And, in truth, she wasn't sure if she felt that strongly about Bridgette. It was inescapable that she found the girl attractive, but she hardly explored her homosexual feelings as a whole. No, Ana didn't know what she wanted, and she didn't know if she wanted Bridgette back. And that was... Well, if this had been a boy, Ana would have felt victorious, albeit also like a fuck up. But instead, she just felt kind of awful. The possibility of liking Bridgette romantically was actually there. She could see it. She could feel it. It was real. Bridgette wasn't some douchefuck, she was a figure that Ana respected in ways.
Squatting next to Bridgette, as she had done that night on the pitch, her pale eyes stayed tucked to the side in thought. "Honestly... You're a fucking moron, but whatever," No one actually liked Ana. Her only friends didn't like Ana. Ana's twin brother? He hated Ana. Not even Ana liked Ana. But the idea that someone, even through their insults and hesitance, could possibly like her in this way? That was jarring, to say the least.
There was a pause and she bit her lip, finally turning to the toppled Ravenclaw. "I know what I want," Ana informed her, "That's the problem." Her lips remained parted, but she wasn't sure how to add onto that. The last thing she really wanted was to delve into her family life. No one wanted to hear her woes. But they were absolutely necessary to explain if she wanted to explain her predicament. She knew it was silly, that her parents would never know what she did at school anyway (though, she had doubts of Aaron's loyalty), but there was something she was taught ever since she was little: If one were to even think about it, it was a sin. That's what she was taught. That's what her parents believed. And she couldn't help but believe even the tiniest bit. No matter what, Ana would always want to be a part of her family in some form. That's how she felt, at least. She wished she didn't feel that way.
She pushed her dress further between her thighs and sighed. Her ghostly skin was tinged pink, her hair tucked behind her ears timidly. Silence was all she knew right then, but. She didn't do feelings, either. And unlike Bridgette, she couldn't quite admit even that about herself. "I'm The Shit Queen and I like girls. What more can I fucking say, I guess. If you tell anyone, I'll knock your teeth in, or something like that," It wasn't necessarily an empty threat, but that was all so very meaningless in the world of magic, where one could grow their teeth back overnight. But. The bigger thing was that Ana didn't really necessarily want to do that to her. And maybe she was tired of hiding. She wasn't sure what she wanted to do yet. Despite her words signaling her leave, she didn't move from her spot.
Scoffing, she realized then that she was actually caring about Bridgette's opinion. How absolutely disgusting. Dreadful. Horrendous. "I'm envious of you," She admitted then, "I wish I could fuck around like you do. I feel like I don't have the freedom to be anything more than That Straight Girl looking for The One." He fingers wiggled as she said those words, "the one", as it was make believe and pathetic. And that was true. It was fake. It was pathetic. It wasn't like what was in front of her. That was a scary thought.
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