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[yvette gabrielle audley*]

[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=b05658] Gardens. Yvette Audley had no business being in any type of garden. She was either incredibly feminist or hadn't the knack for it but she'd never spent more than a few minutes in the presence of a thousand quiet plants. Still, she'd been wandering quite a bit as of late, for reasons unbeknown her so the fact that she found herself in one wasn't entirely unthinkable. In fact she was pleasantly surprised by how pleasant that natural smell was as it filtered through her nostrils. It wasn't just the flowers mind you. It was the dirt, and the leaves and the moist smell of humidity that collected amongst the greenery. It was the sensation that someone had worked tirelessly to build this into what it was and here it sat. Untouched during the night, the only time she was likely to visit it. It was almost picturesque. She was wearing a white gown, and her hair was down in loose ringlets. She was wearing no makeup. Actually she appeared like a ghost wandering aimlessly in the middle of the night. Her skin, pale and cold was luminescent in the moonlight. Then again if you were a vampire you'd be accustomed to such things. Everyone was beautiful at night. Everyone was beautiful all the time, and if you thought that women were cut throat in the human world, try living in a world when they actually were leeches. Then you really had issues. Then you had to stomach some disgusting pieces of work. She was frowning as she thought of this, resisting the urge to reach out and pluck an exquisite bloom from its stem. It would die if she did that. And contrary to common believe Yvette had no use for death if she didn't profit from it. A flower's death? Useless. She'd received plenty of flowers though, spades and spades of them from rich Frenchman who had too much money, not enough time, and not enough balls for any woman in her right mind to have any want to be around him. Yes, they pursued her tirelessly, led by the tent in their pants and paddling through the puddles of drool coming from their ugly mugs. Yvette, as one might expect, was unimpressed by any and all such suitors. As a predator herself she gained thrill from the chase. Being chased was fun, sure, but it wasn't any fun if all she got to do was run. She allowed herself to be wanted, desired and sometimes stalked but only until she grew bored. At that point their game was cut short, the body done away with and the case was closed. She was in the gazebo now, a beautiful white finished wood creation elaborately carved with leaves and vines and all the trappings of a piece of art. Unfortunately, Audley had only a care to sit in it. She didn't care how beautiful it was, not when it was made by man. Man had systems for these things. And for all intensive purposes man cheated. Nature, however, was flawless and beautiful. Sighing, she lay back, crossing her legs automatically - remnants of rigorous beatings her mother had bestowed in order to set a rigid template of mannerisms into her daughter - and folded her arms behind her head, staring up through the gap in the top of the structure into the starry night. It was a luxurious, quiet evening. Pleasant and without the depth of conversation. Lonely, but perfectly lovely in itself. Ah. To dream of an eternity. Not. -------------------------------------------------- count: who cares outfit: i'll do it later x] comments: omnomnom. relaxed vet..

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[Ellie]

Lars was in a pleasant mood this evening. Maybe it was the fact that he hadn't had any murderous pursuers this evening, or the fact that no one had been pursuing his wife as of late. That was a good enough reason for him to be cheery and upbeat, if you asked him. Too often the couple had someone after their heads and or genitalia. His life for the past few years had been that way almost non stop - so little breaks like these were to be happily relished in.

So he did just that and left Giselle to her own doings and took their kid for a walk. Not biological of course, Lars wasn't that hairy, nor as cute as the four legged dog pulling along in front of him. They'd bought Ziggy not very long ago, a few months - the same week they'd filed their civil union. She was a rescue puppy - Giselle's idea, much to Lars's surprise. He would have figured she would have called up the top of the line breeders, but instead she opted for an underweight little thing like Ziggy was. It wasn't like she was underweight now, quite the opposite, actually. She had morphed from the cute little bundle of fragile flesh into a ten pound or so awkward bundle of bones and flesh… Her paws were too large for her body as was her head. It called for a lot of chuckles on Lars's part, as she sniffed around the flowers and tripped over her own face when she was startled to find some bug or varmint in them. The French Bulldog was spoiled enough to be considered a child to the newlyweds, though. Lars felt stupid as hell walking her around in her pink rhinestone collar and leash - for one thing…

He'd taken a detour through the little garden en route back to the mansion. It was a typical haunt on Ziggy's out-on-the-town walks, so she was accustomed to sniffing in all her regular pee pee spots, etc. Lars enjoyed it too, seeing as it was peaceful and serene, not to mention nearly absent of anyone at this time of night.

Nearly. He was brought back to that realization when he caught sight of a pale back, arms to accompany it and dark hair. Could be any French woman, but Lars fully doubted it was just any old French woman. Not with the recondition his subconscious was giving him. Walking slowly closer as to give the dog time to scratch and sniff and go about her business, Lars finally registered the scent and look of her and placed her as a friend.

To some extent, of course. This Yvette didn't exactly pose much threat to himself, at least. She caused quite a stir in the mind of Giselle, however. He just had a pointed gun at her face upon first meeting, as well as a disinterested attitude toward her in a whole. He was a Trell for fuck's sake, he wouldn't be surprised if his father had mistakenly weaseled out a few half siblings for himself - or if somewhere down the line he even had successors. Scary thought, but totally probable considering his old ways.

Without too much consideration, Lars decided to ascend the steps of the gazebo. Ziggy, once catching sight of Yvette started yapping her head off. Lars just spoke above the yapping, his voice raised yet smooth, "Aren't you Giselle's sister.. type, thing?"

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[yvette gabrielle audley*]

[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=b05658] All things considered Yvette had suspected someone would make an appearance. After all it was too much to ask to have a quiet evening spent alone now wasn't it? Especially in an area she had trusted to not be populated. The very least of her problems was the general public though. Stretching lazily without a care as to whether whomever it was was going to make an appearance or not, she scented the mongrel far stronger than the vampire attached to it. That was a familiar scent. Still, why bother getting up? They'd eventually come her direction. It was inevitable. Such cynical thoughts, yes but she really had little faith to spare this evening. And this stranger was stealing the remnants as it were. Barking interrupted the immortal's peaceful musings, and she stifled a hiss of disdain as the creature continued to woof and throw a rant about her being there. It was a small dog, judging by the high pitch of its sound, and restrained considering it hadn't already pounced her. Aren't you Giselle's sister…type, thing? At this her lips cracked, eyes fluttering open to settle on a Mr. Lars Trell. Well if it wasn't her dear brother in law. "Pity you two didn't have a wedding for me to crash, I do love parties." He already knew the answer to his question, so why give him information he already had. They had been married though, Giselle and this New Yorker… And was this their firstborn? A snort of laughter hit the air as she made herself sit up and stare at him for a moment, a regarding look of recognition. "I must say, you're less appealing without the gun." She appeared disappointed for a minute, then again she was playing. She didn't care what he looked like, to be frank. Giselle liked him so that was all she need process when it came to this particular character. Now the dog…on the other hand. She was squinting at it, "You aren't very friendly are you? So it is nurture and not nature…" She smirked, at the reference to its upbringing. Something she couldn't know but right now she was too relaxed to be polite and collected. It was all Yvette this evening. Reaching her hand out, she made a soft 'smooching' noise to the tiny animal, smirking but not waiting for the respond. She leant back, resting her arms on the back of the bench-like format of the gazebo's seating area and arched a brow. "Giving the wifey a break?" At that point the vampire was done talking until she received feedback. She'd offered plenty of occasions for him to be conversational, if he didn't catch one then he could be on his merry way - if he was going to be a bore she'd just as soon have him be gone than interrupting her meditation. -------------------------------------------------- count: who cares outfit: i'll do it later x] comments: omnomnom. relaxed vet..

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[Ellie]

Lars eyed her at her response, not putting much thought into it besides, "I'm not a wedding type of guy, I guess,"

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His lips curled up gently at her next statement, not one to be offended or the least bit hurt by the simple words, especially coming from… you know, family, even if they were still very unacquainted. Plus, he was wearing sweat pants that night - or so he recalled. As if he was going to take her words as anything but light. "Well, you looked better in front of it - then again most people do." Gun happy? Of course, but it wasn't like he had any damn choice anymore. When dealing with vampires, he had simple rules. One of them was shoot first - ask questions later. Maybe not applied very literally, but he didn't hesitate in questioning a seemingly unassuming individual at his door-frame.

She cooed to Ziggy - igniting her excitement further. The grey brindle bulldog wagged her cropped tail wildly, which, seeing as it was just a stub was more like shaking her whole ass violently. She pulled on her leash toward Yvette, Lars figured it was save enough to drop the hold he had on her and let her investigate. It wasn't like she was dumb enough to just run her ass into traffic. She minded well. With the pink leash dragging on the floor, Lars reclined himself stretching out his jean clad legs as Ziggy continued her little excited dance, hopping around and pawing to be lifted onto the gazebo bench next to the other vampire.

Lars let her have her way with the dog, trusting she wouldn't do something insane to her… He couldn't be sure, of course, but he kept an open eye out for his little pet. Sighing with content, Lars rolled up the sleeves to his red long-sleeved shirt, just to mid-forearm, enough to expose the mesh of tattoos on both appendages. "More like I'm giving myself a break," he laughed breathily, "You have no idea, really. I mean you might get to eventually.. but, being on the job twenty-four-fucking-seven… draining, okay." So the New Yorker joked… somewhat.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]

[yvette gabrielle audley*]

[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=b05658] I'm not a wedding type of guy, I guess. The woman eyed him briefly, lips pulled back in a smile that said "I already knew that". She didn't keep her gaze trained as he alighted the steps but allowed it to flick towards the mongrel who was still barking away. "And my sister didn't mind…Sweet of her. I probably would have put up something of a fight going to a courthouse. But I suppose anything is better than a skanky Vegas wedding." Shrugging quietly, she gazed out into the foliage in a thoughtful, discerning manner. What was it that made her so wish that her sister had been more welcoming when she arrived? Acceptance? It had been a foolish hope really, and a vague one. Yvette was accustomed to the distance of direct relations and it was probably why she wasn't very close to any soul in particular. She was the best at letting things go, at not taking them seriously. Well you looked better in front of it - then again most people do. Ahaha, well if that wasn't snarky. The immortal was glad to have a game to play at present, this nostalgia shit was somewhat bothersome and it hardly fit her persona. "I suppose we'll have to cope with the disappointment. Better luck next time." It was idly said, her smirk a telltale sign of reticent laughter. As he made himself comfortable and the yappy domestic was released she took pity on it, uncharacteristic of her really. Sighing almost in frustration at its inability to make its own way, she rose and picked it up. Then again it continued to squirm even in her hands which was an inspiration for her to let it down on the gazebo's hardwood floor. It yapped and pranced about, clearly very pleased with itself before wandering to investigate every knock and cranny of the architecture. Yvette didn't truly blame the mutt as it moved about - entertaining to look at everything wasn't it? Poor little dog and its inability to make it up stairs…Practically a handicap that. A small chuckle escaped the vampire as she thought about it. It seemed that Lars thought himself on break from Giselle's theatrics. And that made the Frenchwoman smile. Yes, her older sibling was a handful, most fine stock were. Drumming her fingertips on on the smooth railing of the gazebo she sighed, almost lazily and shook her head at her brother in law. "On the job, Mr. Trell?" A small laugh exited her as she toyed with the ebony locks that lay in ringlets down her spine and over her shoulders. "I wouldn't know anything about a job or marriage, but I can imagine getting tired of someone." Now wasn't that the truth. She had no interest in what he was talking about. From what he was saying it seemed like downright hell, and if she were anything like her sister she would make sure it was. Poor bastards that marry the Audleys. Great sex, all you can eat excitement and on a good day excellent humor. At least, that seemed the ideal scenario. What Lars experienced she hadn't the faintest idea, but it seemed it was something rather cumbersome. Like babysitting. Ahh, babysitting Giselle Audley. A fine sport it seemed. -------------------------------------------------- count: who cares outfit: i'll do it later x] comments: babysitting ms. giselle is like driving ms daisy?? xD..

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[Ellie]

Lars's eyes flicked around Yvette's features as she spoke. He could pick out the similarities between them, most notably the eye color, but among that they had a similar eye shape also, Giselle's face was a little more square as Yvette's was rounder, they had different noses, Giselle's lips were plumper, her eyebrows more arched, he could go on. It was uncanny that they both ended up in a status of wealth, an interesting play on fate's part.

His eyes wandered back to hers once he was through. Ziggy meandered over to him right before he opened his mouth to speak. Bending down he scooped up the puppy in his tattooed arms, pinning her down for a small moment as she released her wiggles to finally settle on his lap. He stroked her as she fell into methodically licking her paws before picking his thoughts back up.

He shrugged before he spoke, staring at the dog before his gaze flitted back up, "I enjoy it, else I wouldn't have proposed and all that shit,"

[/color] he spoke truthfully, "Just getting some vital alone time, as is she," [/color] he explained thoughtlessly. Lars enjoyed Giselle's company tons, but when you're living with someone… some separation is necessary, of course. Especially in marriage, it's more or less better for you, then to do everything with your partner. Because, that, kids, is what one calls clingy. And Lars Trell knew damn well he was not marred to a clingy individual, and neither was she.

"But really,"[/color] he piped again, grinning, "As much as I might seem to complain, I love every minute of it."[/color] He reassured, smoothing out his husbandly banter that was mostly in jest. Giselle's flaws were apparent, he was aware - and yes, he did joke and get frustrated with them, but he still loved them, as he did her. That was sort of the point, after all. As a second thought after a moment of pause, Lars injected, "And maybe you will too, someday," [/color] he guessed, pursing his lips. It was sort of sticky, Giselle and Yvette… not like they were going shopping or talking for hours on the phone. Giselle was rather bitter toward the whole scenario, so Lars didn't take a part to do much to sway her own familial matters and opinions. She was her blood, but for Christ's sake, Giselle murdered her adoptive parents - given from what he's told they never truly loved her - but still, she didn't have the same family mentality. Then again he wasn't qualified to speak about family affairs - he'd been kicked out of his single mother's house and hadn't made physical contact with either of his parents for over eight fucking years, and he was Italian. That was a big fucking deal in a culture where he was supposed to practically worship his parents.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]

[yvette gabrielle audley*]

[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=b05658] The fact that Mr. Trell was reticently examining her countenance seemed to go unnoticed by the fledgling, who was far too entertained by the yapping mongrel, smiling even in spite of herself at the creature's spunky attitude even if she didn't find it a particularly appealing pet. She liked the quiet sort to begin with, which is strange considering her demeanor itself but perhaps she made enough noise for her taste. Observing as the little thing was scooped up by her master, coddled while she did her strange little dance and then plopped down to groom herself. Silly thing. Lars had begun to talk again, and Vet made herself focus on what he was saying. I enjoy it, else I wouldn't have proposed and all that shit, just getting some vital alone time, as is she. She arched a brow, pursing her lips as if to deliberate on how vital "alone" time was. Deciding she wouldn't have the faintest idea on the matter she simply shrugged, examining her fingertips for a few moments before posing what really had just come to mind. "It seems I'm putting a damper on your alone time." Now that wasn't saying sorry so much as it was making an observation that he was in fact no longer alone, moreover he was in the company of another Audley of all things. There was no escape! But really as much as I seem to complain, I love every minute of it. Yvette wasn't particularly keen on believing that, but nodded anyway, not interested in arguing over the topic of his happiness. It wasn't her business, Giselle's happiness yes, but so long as he wasn't absolutely livid he could have whatever mood he wanted and skate by with the younger Audley. Anger seemed to trigger a bit of defiance in the immortal, amusing really but not to be toyed with. She got more immature, more cantankerous and absolutely argumentative. It was precious to watch and giggle at but not so much be the focus of. That wasn't fun at all… And maybe you will too, someday. It was her turn to laugh, the sound somewhat melodic but unimpressive really. She shook her head, smiling at him with a look that said that he was being cute but she doubted. Her brows were knit mildly, a skeptical look as she made herself articulate what she was thinking, despite obvious reluctance. "It seems doubtful, considering my mother's profession, that I could be engaged in a functional marriage." Her lips ticked, almost regretfully at the truth in her statement. Yvette was deeply sensitive to the impositions of man, hoarding her freedom like a bear would its hibernation months. Simply put it was hers and people died. It lived forever. Perhaps it left her lonely some days, but she would rather be lonely than a maid or a slave to whims. She reasoned her sister had gotten lucky with Lars, but Vet wasn't one to gamble and simply stated the odds were against her finding anyone quite so relaxed as Lars. Not that she was certain that was even her type, but it seemed that it made for an compliant, unassuming mate. "That topic is too heavy for gazebo talk, though, Lars. Let's talk about something else. Like perhaps what that's name is." She was indicating the dog weakly, somewhat hopeful he'd just let the topic drop. If she knew Lars better she'd have known she had nothing to worry about. -------------------------------------------------- count: who cares outfit: i'll do it later x] comments: omnomnom. relaxed vet..

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[Ellie]

Lars's ears perked at her response, trying to decipher the words in comparison to his own previous statement. Obviously, she was lost in translation. His mind raced as to what she meant by her mother's profession, having not known much about the Giselle's younger sibling to begin with. He didn't press the matter, at any rate, catching on to her tone.

He did find it a point to correct her though, "Well," he started, "I'm not sure what the fuck to make of all that - but I meant that you might grow to find Giselle's antics endearing." He gave her a sideways glance, the smallest of upturns in his lips at her misunderstanding him and disclosing something she obviously would have wanted to avoid anyway. He always found those situations interesting, to say the least. Not to mention leaving him curious.

He wasn't particularly stupid, though. He could piece a few things together, and figured her mother was involved in something that might taint her views on relationships of an intimate sort. Everyone had baggage. Lars was adamant he wouldn't marry because of his parent's history. It didn't seem like the best of things when you were living a great life with two in-love parents, and then they get hitched later on in your life and everything you ever knew falls apart. But he got over it, obviously - a decade or so later.

He had a mind to voice that fact, but the intent was cut off with her ending the topic. His hand moved up to rub under his nose as if to push the words back and focus on something else.

"Her name's Ziggy," he said softly, looking down at the brindle French Bulldog. He shrugged lightly, looking back up a Yvette with a smile, "Like Ziggy Stardust." Lars stroked her back tenderly before adding, "You know, like, from Bowie's album?" It wasn't like he was entirely sure she had enough rock history to understand his analogy. "I want another just to name him Moz on account of Morrissey."

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[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=b05658] Yvette was having an interesting evening, and that was quite the shocker when one considered she was spending it with her brother in law. Nearly flinching away from the term "brother in law". She was somehow linked to this particular individual and his dog. She both resented it and did not. This was family wasn't it? Wasn't that what she'd been seeking? Well, yes. But while Lars could so easily stand her, easy going and all, Giselle couldn't. That was enough to burst the fledgling's bubble, to say the very least. But enough about Giselle. For a moment, Vet allowed herself to bask in the lazed companionship. Well, I'm not sure what the fuck to make of all that - but I meant that you might grow to find Giselle's antics endearing. She pursed her lips, appearing to consider it for a moment before she responded. "I might." It was unlikely that she would come to enjoy the constant resentment being dealt her at the Trell residence, in fact it was somewhat repelling. Giselle now knew she had a sister so that was no longer an issue, no longer worked through her veins that she had to find Giselle. She'd mellowed considerably and perhaps that was what had begun to bother her. She was bored. Life, or her after life was becoming quite a snore and that simply was unacceptable. She watched him with vaguely skeptical eyes. They were at the brink of a serious conversation if they continued on about their shared interest. But then as he spoke again she discovered her worry was unfounded. Her name's Ziggy…Like Ziggy Stardust. You know, like, from Bowie's album? She blinked, nodding a moment later. "I know now." She made a face at the pooch, a small smirk finding its way to her countenance in the moments following. I want another just to name him Moz on account of Morrissey. The woman smiled toothily, somewhat amused by the idea that he was collecting dogs so he'd have the whole set. "Then why don't you get one?", she inquired mildly. Yvette for all intensive purposes was comfortable speaking to this individual, at least on casual topics like pets. Got any pets, Vet? She shook her head. "Never. Never stayed in one place so long that it would be logical to have pets. And I much prefer people - I don't have to clean up after them…usually." She shrugged, reasoning if only to herself, that at least a pet would always be around, dependable and all that. Ah well. Life was messy, live free or die hard, blah blah blah... -------------------------------------------------- count: who cares outfit: i'll do it later x] comments: omnomnom. relaxed vet..

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Lars's lips twitched in almost their own shrug. His hopes for her to come to enjoy Giselle weren't just hopes that she could deal, but that Giselle could grow to the new family connection. As much as possible, at least. He understood his wife's resentment, he'd gotten his fair earful time and time again about the woman in front of him. But if you asked him, she didn't look out to get her like Jack was. Lars was a pretty good sense of character, as well as a particularly good liar. As the saying goes, it takes one to know one - and Lars was almost positive that this Yvette wasn't one.

Yvette had no ties to Giselle besides the same dick that conceived them, therefore, Lars surmised she (and he) had little to fear of her. If someone was going to pop up on your doorstep and openly claim to be your blood to try and gain something out of it besides the knowledge and clarification that their sibling existed - they would have drawn the process out, bonded first, and then dropped the whole surname news. It only made sense. If one was to come again to jack all her money like Jack did, gather enough information as to her own family's motto - they would damn well know of Jack and of Giselle's hot temper - and if they had any ounce of brains, wouldn't just open up to the fact that they were siblings so.. well, openly.

Either Giselle didn't understand that logic, or was too stubborn to believe it (Lars believed the later), she remained particularly adamant. Or at least, that's what it seemed like to him. He rather leave her to her own brewing before he jumped in to analyze her every thought. He mostly shrugged the whole situation off, though. Mediator was a role Lars could play ell enough for a time - before both parties got particularly annoying and his patience was lost. The two had a few lifetimes, maybe more, to figure their shit out. He wasn't an Audley. It wasn't his sister, or, at least not by blood. So it wasn't really his place to begin with. His greatest fear was the more he got himself involved, the greater chances Giselle would widen her conspiracies to include him on the plot. Yvette picked a delicate time to move into their lives, right after they'd gotten married. If he'd been viewing the situation from the outside, he'd consider himself a prime suspect for anything fishy.

Luckily, though, he wasn't up to anything and tried to keep his mouth shut as much as possible. It blankly flew across his mind on whether he should even tell Giselle of this weird garden meeting or not. Lars licked his lips in thought, figuring keeping things from her wouldn't do any better than lying. Ziggy shifted around his lap so she was splayed on her side, her head and hind legs falling all limp at the sides of his lap, her ribcage poking out from her loose skin from the way she was bent. Tattooed fingers played with the tufts of skin she had yet to grow into while his shoulders shrugged.

"We just got this one, so maybe in a few years. Dogs only last so long," he murmured, already jumping ahead of himself to when the little puppy in his arms would meet her end. He'd shed a tear or two, he was sure, but in the end she was just a dog. One who'd live a pampered and spoiled life. Lars had seen the loss of far worse. Dogs were replaceable.

His lips fell into a little pout as he nodded, yawning once before looking up at her with a soft smile on his face, "I guess that's a good reason," he mused, "But dogs are a lot less annoying - and the bitches don't talk back."

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[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=b05658] While it might have been Lars' intent to have the sisters in tandem, relaxed and together so that there would never be another spat or a night that and his sex life would never again be interrupted. That was the reason why he was being so relaxed about the whole thing wasn't it? Because boiling over was bad business in the Trell household wasn't it? One would imagine so. Yvette was careful not to assume there was anything being done as a favor to her - that included Lars' good natured small talk, however minuscule it was and the ridiculousness of their topics. And of course poor Vet had no idea what had gone on with Jack, and it probably would have been prudent to clue her in on this sweet little narrative. Then again why do her any favors? It was always fun to just watch her flounder around. Except no one does it like Yvette does. She was graceful and relaxed, playful even in the most awkward of situations. It probably was what made her so annoying to her older sibling. Giselle just didn't like Yvette. For reasons that Yvette would possibly take decades to find out considering no one was talking to her about any of this crap. Naturally Lars wasn't in a position to really disagree with Giselle. They were newly weds. That put them in a delicate position, still unsure as to whether or not the other was the kind that was going to be supportive…a good spouse. That was the problem with marriage - it was a mistake. Tsk,tsk. The immortal's eyes had found the dog in his lap, watching as Lars' tattooed digits toyed with the little mutt's folded skin. It really did have a ridiculous amount of extra skin…she hadn't realized it until she saw that there were actually folds. Interesting and rather strange. Poor dog. It was like those fat people who have so much fat it collects in rolls and they even lose stuff, like the remote. We just got this one, so maybe in a few years. Dogs only last so long. The vampire smirked. "Way to plan ahead," she submitted quietly, rolling her shoulders. She had to say she was just about in agreement with Lars on dogs. They were completely replaceable and didn't last long in the grand scheme of things. At least not for vampires. Why he was yawning she really couldn't tell. Perhaps she was boring - that wouldn't really surprise her. I guess that's a good reason, but dogs are a lot less annoying - and the bitches don't talk back. She smirked. "True, but people I don't feel bad kicking out of the house or just leaving. Dogs are just helpless. Like babies." She wrinkled her nose. Babies. She most definitely preferred dogs to those useless things. Yuck. -------------------------------------------------- count: who cares outfit: i'll do it later x] comments: omnomnom. relaxed vet..

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[Ellie]

Ziggy once again grew antsy. She jumped off of his lap and made her way to the gazebo entrance, whining and grunting. Lars licked his lips before kissing to her to come back to him. The dog just turned her head to look back at him, seemingly unamused with the whole situation now and ready to head home. Reaching down to grab up the end of her leash so she wouldn't run off on her own, Lars sighed as his eyes rose to meet Yvette's.

Lars rubbed his palm on his knee, mentally fighting himself on whether or not he should clue the sister into Giselle's past or not. He'd decided it wasn't his place, yes, but he also felt it might help if she knew a few things at least. And yet, the strongest argument in his mind screamed that it wasn't his to speak of, it was Giselle's. But when was Giselle going to speak about it? Lars knew better to think that Yvette could crack Giselle's thick skull open to her history with the short time she had actually known her. He licked his lips, finally deciding.

"Look,"

[/b]he started, his body hunched forward toward her, "my dog says it's time to scat. But before we do, I just wanna say that recently enough Giselle went through some shit with her ex husband that ended in me having to kill him," [/b]he spoke with clarity, unblinking as he started into Yvette's grey eyes, "now he was one huge bastard, motherfucker… and after having her trust in someone she loved fucked like that really messed her up, y'know? So with all this,"[/b] he said, motioning his hands toward her, "happening so soon and all, after she kind of just got back to a nice hold on shit, I'm not surprised she's flipped over it. You fucked with her reality," [/b]he nodded, dropping his eyes, "But she'll get over it, eventually,"[/b] he continued, smiling a little bit, "You'll just have to be persistent if you really care to know her. She ain't really that bitter for no reason, only a little of it is just because.. regardless of what she tells you."[/b]

Lars stood up, wiping down any dog hair that'd gotten on his shirt and pants while he massaged the little canine. "I know that that has got nothing to do with dogs, but I figured it might be helpful," [/b]he spoke while he descended the gazebo steps, "I'd had rather of had her tell you about that, but maybe just pretend it's the first time you've heard it when you do, and if you take my advice that might come along a little sooner, right?"[/b] he asked turning back around to grin at her from the pavenment.

Lars didn't wait for an answer before walking on in the direction he had been before he was sidetracked, "See ya around, Yvette."[/b]
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