--Bored [Elias]

[Týr Nazario]

[atrb=border,0,btable][atrb=margin,0,btable][atrb=colspan,2][classy=titlelyrics] THIS IS TWENTY PERCENT SKILL, EIGHTY PERCENT FEAR [/classy][classy=borderbottom][/classy]

[atrb=vAlign,top][style=background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/Y72WRs.jpg); height: 100px; width: 100px; border: 5px solid #000000; margin-top: -07px; text-align: center;][classy=avatarr]WORDS; 263 TAG; Elias NOTES; Sorry it's a bit late. ^^;; Hope it's okay.[/classy][/style] [style=font-size: 09px; text-align: center;]by toky ★ of rhi & ote[/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=rppost] His head was lowered, almost as if he had horns and wanted to use them to defend himself. His amber orbs focused on the books that he saw on the table and dripping water on the floor. One of the books apparently had also found their way in the other's hands and his lips curled back "What is the fucking meaning of this shit?" He growled lowly. He pulled out his jacket in the meanwhile, gazing away and absently shaking his head to dislodge any excess water out of the fiery colored mob. Sometimes he wondered why he still bothered with the other male. He could deal with a lot, but those just went too far and more than ever he wished that he had more attacks but his nails. He shook his head again and then searched for a towel with a hand, soon finding one and rubbing it over his hair and face. His growls mostly silenced by the fabric. He soon tugged it away and looked back toward his partner, eyebrows once more furrowing and another low growl escaping and once more he shook his head lightly. A faint sigh when he realized that it was but a faint hope. He would get to have it soon and then he finally could burn those... those abominations to anything and everything that they called good fiction. His shoulders dropped, but not out of defeat as he glanced at Elias once more "I thought you had better taste." He finally forced out of his closing air pipe. He just had no words. [/classy]

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[elias castaire]

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[cs=7][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 375px; background-color: #eaeaea; coded-by: zetta; padding: 5px; border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 0px; -o-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 0px;][style=text-align: center;] [/style][style=background-color: #d8d7d7; padding: 5px; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; color: #3f3f3f;][ tags ] Týr [ notes ] such a hater [/style][style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #d8d7d7; border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 0px; -o-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 0px; padding: 10px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #636363; text-align: justify; made-by: zetta; border-top: 1px dotted #64a058; border-bottom: 2px solid #64a058;] Here he was, enjoying a good read, nestled onto the couch with a book in his lap and a strawberry lollipop in his mouth, when all of a sudden. BAM! There stands Týr, still dripping wet and holding one of his books. Well, not his books per say, just one that he owned. He glanced at the black book, the script 'Twilight' printed on the cover, and for the life of him, couldn't understand why it was the other man seemed to have a problem with them. He blinked, leaving a bookmark on his page and closing the book entitled 'Breaking Dawn', before gingerly stepping on the floor with bare feet and lunging at the book. "Oh, you're going to get it all wet." He grumbled, the safety of his books much more important than the question the other had asked. Týr better not have dripped any water on his pages, or else he was going to get it. "What's wrong with them?" He said, a tinge of surprise at the other man's outright disgust for the books. Honestly, it felt like the other man was doubting him. "They're not bad you know, you've just never given them a chance... Which reminds me, you're going to watch breaking dawn part two with me~" He said gleefully, snickering as he rushed out of the room to grab the DVD. [/style]

[Týr Nazario]

[atrb=border,0,btable][atrb=margin,0,btable][atrb=colspan,2][classy=titlelyrics] THIS IS TWENTY PERCENT SKILL, EIGHTY PERCENT FEAR [/classy][classy=borderbottom][/classy]

[atrb=vAlign,top][style=background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/Y72WRs.jpg); height: 100px; width: 100px; border: 5px solid #000000; margin-top: -07px; text-align: center;][classy=avatarr]WORDS; 300 TAG; Elias NOTES; Shock.[/classy][/style] [style=font-size: 09px; text-align: center;]by toky ★ of rhi & ote[/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=rppost] The other male looked at him, looking like he didn't understand why he was making such a fuss and he nearly lowered his voice into another growl. His fingers tightening in the paper of the book and making a good impression of ripping them apart. At least he wasn't dripping from the rain outside anymore, well, not too much. He could do with drier clothes at some point, almost as if on cue he felt a shiver run over his spine. He was feeling cold. He really, really hated rain and the surprise that Elias had rained upon him was even less pleasant. He wondered how anyone could read it, even less his own partner. He didn't bother trying to hold onto it, even though it was slightly painful when his nails snagged onto it. His eyebrow raised at the question and he actually felt himself stopping to breath for a moment and just stared at the other man "You're seriously asking that?" He breathed, before shaking his head and placing a hand against his forehead. The other had to continue however and this time his eyes widened and he took a few steps back, shaking his head from one side to another in the negative "No." He growled out. He would not suffer through them. The first half of both film and book he had attempted was bad enough. Elias ran out of the room and he stared at the books for a moment, picking it up and digging his nails into it anew and then tugging on it, attempting to see if he could rip it apart. A temporary solution, they served better to start a fire or something. He nearly purred at the thought of burning these books. He was bit of a pyromaniac, just a bit. [/classy]

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[elias castaire]

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[cs=7][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 375px; background-color: #eaeaea; coded-by: zetta; padding: 5px; border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 0px; -o-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 0px;][style=text-align: center;] [/style][style=background-color: #d8d7d7; padding: 5px; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; color: #3f3f3f;][ tags ] Týr [ notes ] desperation! [/style][style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #d8d7d7; border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 0px; -o-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 0px; padding: 10px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #636363; text-align: justify; made-by: zetta; border-top: 1px dotted #64a058; border-bottom: 2px solid #64a058;] A no. He expected that. Maybe not the growl, or the question for that matter. Why Týr was so against them, he couldn't understand. The stories were good, in his opinion, and everyone who shipped Jacob and Bella could go to hell and die fifty times. And after all, even if Týr did dislike the first part, he had sat down with him nonetheless, to which Elias had used it for some cuddling time. Day offs were the best~ And he as thinking they could do the same thing today. A nice movie, snuggled up on the couch under some blankets, seemed like a plan. He went through his things, opening cabinets and drawers, until he pulled the disc out of it's hiding place and headed back to the room. Just in time to see Týr holding the book in his hands, ready to tear it. All the days that the books had kept him company flashed through his eyes. "NO." He yelled in crazed surprise, leaving the disc by the table while he jumped at Týr trying to tackle him onto the ground and distract him from breaking his book. "WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS?" He said in his horror. [/style]

[Týr Nazario]

[atrb=border,0,btable][atrb=margin,0,btable][atrb=colspan,2][classy=titlelyrics] THIS IS TWENTY PERCENT SKILL, EIGHTY PERCENT FEAR [/classy][classy=borderbottom][/classy]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=rppost] It didn't matter to Týr, he kept staring at the other male as if the world was crashing down around him and for all purposes, it was. He never would've believed it, even with all the prove pointing to the fact that yes, Elias read and watched those movies. He had sat down for the first movie too, yes, but he would never be able to say that he had seen the entire thing. Elias had cuddled a sleeping Týr for the most part of the movie. He couldn't keep attention to it and it hadn't seemed like the other male had minded it at the moment. He wouldn't even deny at having slept during the movie. The kink in his neck was totally worth avoiding seeing it. A weight landed against him and he grunted lightly, before looking down at the desperate male clinging to his side and trying to reach the book. He surrendered the book without too much of a fuss and huffed when that question was asked. He shook his head and shrugged his shoulders "Why would I not?" He questioned lowly, raising an eyebrow and leaning his weight back and wrapping his now free arm around Elias' waist to keep him against him "They're abominations." He uncovered his teeth in a silent snarl and once more desperately wished that he knew ember "They deserve worse." He sighed softly soon afterwards and then shrugged his shoulders and stared toward Elias yet again "Why won't you let me destroy them?" He questioned, nearly whining. He looked back toward the book that he had allowed Elias to grab, the desire to rip them apart still there. [/classy]

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[elias castaire]

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[cs=7][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 375px; background-color: #eaeaea; coded-by: zetta; padding: 5px; border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 0px; -o-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 0px;][style=text-align: center;] [/style][style=background-color: #d8d7d7; padding: 5px; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; color: #3f3f3f;][ tags ] Týr [ notes ] ;w; [/style][style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #d8d7d7; border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 0px; -o-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 0px; padding: 10px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #636363; text-align: justify; made-by: zetta; border-top: 1px dotted #64a058; border-bottom: 2px solid #64a058;] There was still some panic as he hugged the book, making sure that it would be safe from Týr destructive grasp. He was held in place by the other man's arms, but still he tried as much as he could to curl around his novel, not thinking for a moment that he would give up so easily. And his words only proved him right. "They're not abominations, you're just being over-dramatic" He said with a sigh at the snarl. He didn't guess that Týr harbored so much hatred for the book. Well, time to start hiding them from the gijinka, if anything to dissuade his efforts. "Why would I let you?" He retorted, still cuddling the book in his arms. Never mind the whine that came from Týr, he was beginning to think that maybe he had spoiled the red-head a little too much with the amount of attention he gave him, so much so that he might have thought just a little bit of whining and brute force was enough to change his mind on certain matter. ... Actually, it did sound sort of true. But not for this. "They're worth money you know, and they've been great company whenever you're not around." He said with a huff, trying to give the bound pages of paper some sort of self-worth. [/style]

[Týr Nazario]

[atrb=border,0,btable][atrb=margin,0,btable][atrb=colspan,2][classy=titlelyrics] THIS IS TWENTY PERCENT SKILL, EIGHTY PERCENT FEAR [/classy][classy=borderbottom][/classy]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=rppost] He huffed lowly underneath his breath when he was told he was over dramatic "Me and most of the world apparently." He then patted Elias for a moment and grinned "You can't help it that we've gotten better taste..." He pulled back and brushed his clothes down and hummed thoughtfully for a brief moment and then shrugged his shoulders "As long you're holding on those books, I won't touch you.." He casually warned Elias. He didn't know if he wanted someone that loved those abominations. "I think I already answered that.." He replied, crossing his arms in front of his chest and leaning back on his heels "Why do you protect them so?" He murmured, covering his face for a short moment and restraining himself from doing something drastic, though he was rather tempted to do it. Elias sometimes didn't know how lucky he was with Týr's restraint. His eyebrows actually raised, worth money? Who would want to buy those shitty books? He shook his head again and grunted as he turned away "Nevermind.." He spoke, not feeling like staying here anymore and looking around for something he could cover himself with. He cursed the rain again too, but that would be more bearable than having to look at those books or even those movies. He didn't look back "I think I'm heading out again, until you finally come to your senses." He grumbled, shoulders hunched and staring at the water cascading down after having pulled the door open. [/classy]

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[elias castaire]

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[cs=7][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 375px; background-color: #eaeaea; coded-by: zetta; padding: 5px; border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 0px; -o-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 0px;][style=text-align: center;] [/style][style=background-color: #d8d7d7; padding: 5px; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; color: #3f3f3f;][ tags ] Týr [ notes ] but baby it's cold outside [/style][style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #d8d7d7; border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 0px; -o-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 0px; padding: 10px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #636363; text-align: justify; made-by: zetta; border-top: 1px dotted #64a058; border-bottom: 2px solid #64a058;] Perhaps the world was helping him prove his point, or really just conspiring against his Gijinka so much that it seemed the downpour was the only thing that was keeping him from storming out. But he was also certain that Týr would walk out into the rain if he thought it would prove a point. Sometimes, their stubbornness really did get in the way of total cohabitation. And sometimes pride. Mostly pride. As it was, he wouldn't have his books be degraded like that, there was at least a little bit of dignity when reading novels, and he'd try to put some in them, because it was something he liked for one thing. But Týr was something he liked too. Presenting the problem of 'Which did he like better.' Honestly there was no competition. Just that Elias liked to poke and prod at the other's ego every now and then. Sending the Gijinka out in the cold rain, especially knowing that the other wasn't fond of water. Well, that was rather harsh, even if it could be taken as a joke. He set the books down on the table, and took wary steps towards the red-head, soft concern etched on his face. "I don't want you ruining the carpet when you get back, so just stay." He said, which was the closet he would get to telling the other man to stay that was allowed in his pride. Course there was the underlying thought for it too, the chances of getting sick in the cold weather. He'd have to take care of the other man anyway. Another round of doctor, except this time he'd actually have to get the man to an actual bed. Oh the pains of living together. "C'mon, we can watch HBO or something instead." [/style]