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Post by DAMIAN NYLE HAYES on Oct 24, 2019 1:14:28 GMT 1
I AM THE POISON,
YOUR ANTIDOTE WON'T CURE.
If he'd have known that much he would have preferred her to stay sleeping. Damian wasn't the type of man that craved companionship. He'd never been good with building relations despite the number of families he'd managed to help grow and provide for over the span of his three hundred years on this earth. If asked, he'd have claimed it to be a way to pass the time, a means of keeping his bloodline intact. Not that he really cared about such things. There was no shortage of Naga by any means. He had enough older siblings to get the job done anyway. Damian guessed that he just got bored at times and wanted something to briefly cling to. By brief, he meant that he hadn't seen most of his offspring grow up. Damian just wasn't the type of person to get attached.
He glanced at the siren as she spoke. "If you fell within the lines of normality, would you appreciate me?" By that, he meant, if she were human, or a person with an average mental capacity, or even mortal, would she still find his brash personality as endearing. He doubted it. People with short life spans didn't take kindly to someone disrupting the balance of their lives. He continued driving down the road.
As Ida started humming, Damian contemplated whether he should one turn the channel or two, turn the music off completely. That was just him being spiteful. The man let out a small sigh, shifted a bit in his seat, and decided to just enjoy the thankfully short ride. A few lights and right turns later and they were in yet another parking lot. "Get out," Damian said as he shut off the ignition and opened his door. He pointed to the bar. "This should be good enough." He wasn't interested in going someplace extra busy or crowded.
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Post by IDA EVALINA RADCLIFFE on Nov 6, 2019 10:22:07 GMT 1
Even when she’d had the full use of her powers, Ida had struggled to make friends. Not because she hadn’t been trying, but because she’d never been able to trust that people liked her for who she was and nothing else. Like she hadn’t accidentally enchanted them or something. There had been exceptions, of course, but not nearly as many as she’d found here. Sure, there were those she didn’t see herself spending time with outside of a bedroom situation, but that seemed to be a mutual understanding so she was cool with that. Even if Louis and Damian probably wouldn’t count her as a friend, she appreciated both of them for different reasons and considered them her friends.
What did that mean? ‘Lines of normality’? Like if she’d been human or if she’d just been way younger? “I’ve always appreciated beauty,” she said, chuckling slightly. She wasn’t blind, Damian was something to look at, but that wasn’t why she wanted his company. “Honestly, I think most people just feel like truth is overrated. They expect others to put on a show of pleasantries and do the same themselves, never really stopping to consider how fake it all is. You’re yourself, unapologetically, and that’s awesome as far as I’m concerned. It just means when you have something nice to say, you actually mean it rather than just say whatever you think someone wants to hear.” If she hadn’t accepted that it was just how he was, she probably would’ve thought it was brave of him to be brutally honest, but as it was it was a nice change.
Ida was more than happy to get out of the car when he told her to. It meant they were there and she didn’t mind what sort of place this was. She was just glad he hadn’t completely shut her down and was willing to teach her a thing or two about drinking. Ida was all about new things these days because everything was still so new. “This is more than good enough,” she agreed, not really caring what kind of bar this was and just being glad to do something other than return to the lake and decorate. Damian was the boss of her as far as she was concerned, at least until they left here.
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Post by DAMIAN NYLE HAYES on Nov 12, 2019 20:52:27 GMT 1
I AM THE POISON,
YOUR ANTIDOTE WON'T CURE.
'I've always appreciated beauty.' It wasn't what he'd wanted to hear, nor was it what he'd been expecting. Whatever he'd wanted to hear, Ida hadn't even been close. He supposed he'd been expecting the truth, some harsh reality that would align with his own views of the world, but instead, she'd veered off into the realm of looks. Typical woman. "You're vain," he stated flatly. Damian had a few choice words that could have been used in the place of vain, but instead, he went into detail as to why she'd just completely ignored his question. "I didn't ask what you thought was beautiful." The word 'beautiful' rolled off his tongue like he'd tasted his own venom. "I asked if you would view me in the same light if we were average people?" Damian shook his head. "Forget it." Maybe what he was feeling right now was disappointment. He'd been expecting more from Ida. His mistake.
The truth was overrated, as were lies. No one really got the answers they wanted. A little white lie here, a little truth to keep you hooked there. It was all for not. As she went into talking about him being himself, Damian tuned her out. He was no longer interested in what she had to say. The Naga spoke his mind without a doubt, but there had been times where he'd toned it down a bit. He had for his little human all those years ago. His harsh personality had made her cautious around him, but Damian didn't want her caution, he'd wanted.... He dismissed the memory, almost with an annoyed look etched into his facial features.
He tucked his hands into his pockets and walked towards the doors. He held the door open for her, just because he'd gotten there first and was taller, so it didn't take much effort. The room was quiet, the lights were dim blue halos that hung around the room. Definitely a more casual setting. There were people here and there, couples talking in quiet whispers, groups of friends huddled together in a booth their laughter barely heard above the music. "We can sit at the bar or table, no need to take up a booth when it's just the two off us."
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Post by IDA EVALINA RADCLIFFE on Nov 14, 2019 20:26:54 GMT 1
Ida scoffed slightly at his comment of being vain. “You do realize who you’re talking about? Vanity is kind of a merpeople trait.” Sure, it might be a personality trait too, but judging by how Devon acted, she figured it was probably more a species thing than anything else. They were vain creatures, they had reason to be. They were gorgeous, and only blind people couldn’t see that. “Well, you should’ve asked your question a little more eloquently if you expected a different answer.” She wasn’t annoyed though, amused more than anything. “Eloquence is key.”
It seemed like the naga was tuning her out, but that was ok. She was happy to just listen to the music in the car and hum along. She didn’t have to talk and if he didn’t want to listen anyway it seemed like a waste of time to keep chatting because she might as well be talking to herself. And sane people didn’t talk to themselves.
Ida smiled and gave him a slight ‘thanks’ when he held the door open, smiling as she slipped inside. She was looking around when he spoke, watching the people. “Bar’s fine,” she said once he was done, starting to walk towards it. “Good thing I’ve reformed my ways, or I would’ve been tempted,” she said, musing slightly to herself. She would still probably get a free drink out of the bartender, but she wasn’t tempted to eat anyone at least and that was good. “So what do people drink nowadays?” she asked, nudging Damian gently.
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Post by DAMIAN NYLE HAYES on Nov 15, 2019 1:10:51 GMT 1
I AM THE POISON,
YOUR ANTIDOTE WON'T CURE.
He gave her a sideways glance. "Yes," the Naga answered when Ida asked if he knew who he was talking to. She was a siren and they were vain creatures. It didn't change the fact that he was feeling a strange mix of emotions at her lack of insight. It was to be expected, and yet here he was, sitting in the driver seat feeling somber and disappointed. Damian supposed that the reason he was feeling this way was that he'd expected someone her to 'get it'. She was older than him, and yes she'd been asleep for some time, but it would have been nice for a change to have someone be on the same level of understanding. That was just too much to ask in this world. Why bother having expectations when this world is full of disappointing realities? "If I have dumb down the question even more than it already is then I don't want to have a conversation with you." Now he was feeling pissy. It beat being disappointed over something so stupid.
He didn't respond to her thanks. Instead he slipped inside and let the door close behind them. Damian had always liked this place. It was a nice little hole in the wall with a certain sense of elegance. He didn't care for the wildness of Carpe. Ida should feel honored that he hadn't dragged her to some shitty little rat hole. He followed her to the bar and took a seat. He'd be damned if he pulled a chair out for her. She was an adult with two very capable hands. Ice blue eyes looked at the siren as she spoke. Tempted to throw herself to the masses or devour them? He couldn't tell. He didn't want to know either. "Good, because I don't like cleaning up other people's messes." He took one of the menus and placed it between the two of them when she inquired about drinks.
"Ida, if you continue to touch me, I might be tempted to break something." He pushed the menu further in her direction and grabbed one for himself. "People drink just about anything depending on prefence. Plenty of variety, be it something strong, sweet, sour, fruity." He gave a shrug. "If you're not sure, the bartender will make you something to your liking." He didn't need a menu because he already knew what he wanted, but Ida's insistence on poking and nudging him and made him reluctant to be too close to her. So instead of sharing a menu like he'd originally planned, they were using two and he'd point out drinks that she might like once he knew what she had in mind.
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Post by IDA EVALINA RADCLIFFE on Nov 20, 2019 16:58:39 GMT 1
It seemed utterly useless for him to assume he wouldn’t get a vain answer from a siren. Clearly he was looking for something deeper though and that was a little harder. Not that she couldn’t give him a better answer. “There’s a certain allure to the bad boy vibe you’ve got going on,” she said, shrugging slightly. “I don’t see why a normal person wouldn’t be drawn to it. I know I liked the challenge when I first came to live on land. I would say that qualifies as more normal than now.” Damian really had her type back then, grumpy, a little snarky, and screaming danger.
The bar was an awesome place. It wasn’t her usual kind of place, but it was nice. Nice to be introduced to somewhere new. “Well, lucky for you, I am not one for letting people clean up my messes anyway,” she said, smiling slightly at him. She was a big girl, if she made a mess of things she preferred cleaning it up herself.
Ida wasn’t really sure what his deal was, but she hadn’t really been able to resist touching him again. “As long as that something isn’t my hand, I say go for it,” she commented, accepting the menu he handed her. “I can probably make all these people forget it was you if you break furniture or glasses,” she added, looking at the menu.
“Oooh, fruity sounds good. Is it good? No, salty, closer to the sea and all…” Looking up at the bartender, she smiled slightly. “You decide.” She really couldn’t.
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Post by DAMIAN NYLE HAYES on Dec 19, 2019 15:36:54 GMT 1
I AM THE POISON,
YOUR ANTIDOTE WON'T CURE.
Damian scoffed. "I'd say you'd get yourself killed if it were anyone else, but you seem more than capable of handling yourself." Damian would admit that much. It was one of her few likable qualities because she didn't have many in his opinion. The man wasn't interested in any form of relationship with the siren, but he preferred women that could hold their own instead of being a useless damsel in distress. Those were the types of people that held you back and slowed you down. Those were the type of people that got you killed. Not Damian though, because he wasn't a hero by any means. You'd likely die before he backtracked to save you. Survival of the fittest. "Normal people like 'bad boys' as you so delicately put it, but those are also the needy people with daddy issues," he stated bluntly. He didn't like needy people either. There were very few people that he did like, none of which he could name off the top of his head; not by name at least.
"Cheers to that," the Naga spoke. If he had a drink in his hand he would have raised it for a toast, but as it was, he hadn't ordered anything just yet. Look at that, he'd found another decent quality. Wasn't she just trying extra hard to please him, he thought smugly. "It'll be your hand," he stated flatly. Damian liked this place too much to trash it over a female with personal space issues.
"Just give her both," Damian said when Ida told the bartender to decide for her. His patience was wearing thinner and thinner. "And I want Heineken." The man behind the counter gave a slight nod and moved off to make the drinks. Damian leaned against the counter a bit. "When you drop the resident card, are you going to become the official Music Therapist of Manson, or do you plan on cutting your losses and exploring whatever water you can find?" The bartender came back with their drinks, Sex on the Beach and a Salt to Sea for Ida, and for Damian a Heineken.
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Post by IDA EVALINA RADCLIFFE on Jan 5, 2020 16:38:22 GMT 1
Ida didn’t like fighting, but she was glad he thought she was capable of handling herself at least. He had her claws and vocal cords, she wouldn’t let herself get hurt if she could help it. It was nice to hear other people seemed to understand that as well. “Daddy issues drives so many bad decisions,” she said, chuckling slightly. “But it also makes for some fun times before the neediness gets to be too much.” Ida liked having fun, didn’t matter who with really or what they would up doing, there were just so many different kinds of people out there it was impossible to settle down for one person.
“You break my hand, you’ll need stitches,” she said simply, not overly worried about him actually breaking her hand. Besides, seemed only fair to warn him that he wouldn’t get away with something stupid like that. She might not be as fast on land as she was in the water, but her claws were just as sharp. Damian was too nice to do something like that though if she just kept her hands to herself.
Both? That sounded awesome, so she merely nodded at Damian’s suggestion. “I figured I’d stick around for a while. Don’t particularly care to find another lake or a house by the sea anytime soon, figure I need to learn to drive first so I can live like normal people if I decide to leave.” Ida didn’t think she’d find somewhere else with a lake so close by a potential work place. At least not without having to spend a fortune on housing. Besides, she liked Kaia too much to entertain the thought of leaving for too long. “Probably better to use my natural talents on people who aren’t at risk of being enthralled too, at least more ethical or whatever the counselors keep calling it.”
Taking a sip out of the colorful fruity drink, Ida smiled slightly. That was tasty for sure. “I’ve got to say, it’s nice to see the off duty version of you.”
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Post by DAMIAN NYLE HAYES on Mar 7, 2020 17:55:34 GMT 1
I AM THE POISON,
YOUR ANTIDOTE WON'T CURE.
"Does that include your existence," he asked with a smirk. He imagined all sirens had some sort of daddy issues to complain about. He didn't know if there were male sirens or if the sirens population completely female driven. If they dragged down human males into the depths of the ocean simply to mate then he could only imagine all the issues that came with it. Talk about a family divided. Damian regrettedly found himself mildly interested on the topic. "Are there male sirens, or do you just take male humans as mates and then food?" He personally didn't think Ida had much room for complaint on neediness. It wasn't hard for him to place her in the same boat, with just about every one else he'd ever crossed.
"It'll be worth it," the blue eyed male stated. It wouldn't take too much time to heal a few claw marks. As long as she minded his need for space, then they would both be fine. There was amusement in Damian's eyes, legit amusement as Ida spoke of needing to learn how to drive. God bless the person that was her instructor. He sure as hell wouldn't be volunteering. He imagined how it must have been for her to grow legs and walk on land. Driving a car would be worth watching in person, so long as he wasn't in the passenger seat with her. "Good luck." He gave a shrug as she started speaking on ethics. "You're smart enough to figure it out," he said offhandedly. He cast her a sideways glance with the bottle to his lips. "I don't have the best ethics according to my supervisors, but it gets the job done." Ida could use music therapy in a myriad of ways, especially since her natural talents could enthrall a normal person without question. Trouble children, persons with learning disabilties. The possibilities were endless, but Damian wasn't going to spell it out for her. Ethics was a touchy subject anyway.
"Off duty me isn't much different from on duty me," he told her with a shrug. Damian guessed it was just perspective. "What do you think of the drink?"
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