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Dec 31, 2020 16:42:46 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Dec 31, 2020 16:42:46 GMT -7
TIA'S MATTRESS WAS TOO SOFT. She kept tossing and turning. Her body and mind so utterly restless. Being home was supposed to be a relief. Her plants were shuffling quietly in the night, healthy as ever and preening now that she was back. Dapper, her cat curled quietly at her feet, until she'd rolled one too many times and he'd retired to her desk chair instead in protest. Tia was supposed to be happy, but she wasn't. She was just... out of place. That was when her seldom used phone buzzed from her side table.
Tia grabbed it gratefully, squinting at the light in the dark. Rhys's number, unsaved but familiar, flashed on the screen. His text short, but succinct. Was she up, what she was doing? It asked her in a jumble of acronyms and letters. She sighed, but sat up in bed, replying swiftly. Yes she was up, no she wasn't doing anything. Rhys Greyback was not the type of people Tia usually texted in the dead of night. However, they were both just emotionally unavailable enough that somehow Tia had ended up in his bed multiple times. What had turned out as a patch up job had developed in to a cluster of poorly planned hook-ups. She hadn't seen him since she'd been back. She hadn't seen much of anybody.
Suddenly, Tia was pulling on her shoes and a knit jumper over a hastily thrown together outfit. She didn't dress up for Rhys. Dapper had taken his spot back on her bed now that she was out of it, and she stooped to kiss his soft black furred head as she slipped out of her room. The phone in her pocket, along with her wand and her keys.
Once out of the flat and free of Irina's piercing stare, Tia disapparated to Rhys's London high rise flat. The door glossed and far too expensive for a gruff looking man like Rhys. "What have you done?" She asked when the door was opened. "Your arm better be falling off." She scolded him without any real heat. Really, Tia had been relieved when he'd called. She didn't want to be alone and she didn't want to sleep. Rhys's poor judgement was the perfect excuse to escape the confines of her unfamiliar flat.
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rhys alexander greyback
HOGWARTS ALUM WEREWOLF CURSEBREAKER ECHO
1,138 posts
played by vanessa
the air around me still feels like a cage
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Dec 31, 2020 20:00:56 GMT -7
Post by rhys alexander greyback on Dec 31, 2020 20:00:56 GMT -7
Some of them want to use you Some of them want to get used by you December 13, 2025 @tia Rhys flipped another page in the book he’d been flipping through, though he couldn’t even remember what had been on the page he’d just read through as he sipped his usual whiskey. Nothing seemed to be registering lately and how could it? His mind was filled with anxiety of what had and was yet to happen. The only people he’d really interacted with since he’d come back home had been mainly Maria, for obvious reasons though despite seeing her on almost a daily basis she’d kept him more than an arm length’s away which had been frustrating to say the least. Even now, it was late but he hadn’t even felt like sleeping and ever since it had been pointed out that he didn’t sleep well alone it had only made it that much worse. He shut the book and gently tossed it on the coffee table where it made a thud noise and he grabbed his phone. Scrolling through the short list of contacts that he had he stopped on just a first name. Tia. It had been a while and he clicked on it and sent a quick message. If she wasn’t awake, then there wouldn’t be a response and no harm done. But a message came back quickly and Rhys’ eyebrow raised for a moment as he half-smiled. Guess that solved that problem, at least he hoped. Despite being home due to the lockdown a lot of people had been locked out of the country, which meant that for once while Rhys was home, they were not. Tia’s world and his own were never really meant to collide but he’d gotten injured severely enough to warrant a trip to St Mungo’s more than a year or so (he couldn’t quite remember) and naturally that usually very timid Rhys was a bit more sociable after some potions to calm him and they’d become acquainted. Rhys drank the remaining contents of his glass and walked over to kitchen where he’d left the whiskey bottle on the counter. Bringing it with him to the couch wouldn’t have guaranteed that it would last very long so he’d left it there so he wouldn’t run out of all of his stash before New Year’s. It didn’t take long for a knock to be heard at the door and he made his way over and there she was, looking as pretty as ever though Rhys despite feeling restless still felt somewhat relaxed as well. He moved to the side a smirk on his face to let her in. ”Since when do I have to be injured to see you?” He asked, sure she was a quick call for some injuries on those rare occasions but really it had become apparent that it was convenience for both of them and without the worry of attachments forming at some point. Plus, it seemed they had mutual friends. ”Drink?” He asked sipping his own glass, one of a few he’d already had.
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Jan 2, 2021 16:02:22 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2021 16:02:22 GMT -7
HIS SMUG SMILE MADE TIA FROWN ON INSTINCT. Knowing that he must be feeling very satisfied with himself. She wondered briefly if she should have left him hanging. Eager to be in control of their encounters, if only just to shift the power balance between herself and an imposing figure like Rhys. She sidled past him soberly, her expression unimpressed as she spared him a glance on her way past, sharing breath for a moment, her chest brushing his. "It helps." She drawled dully.
This, of course, wasn't entirely true. He'd been injured when they first met, but he'd been fine when they'd shared their first drink together. The bandages more for show when she'd ended up in his bed. In time, though, Tia had become Rhys's unofficial on-call mediwitch. Being afflicted with the werewolf curse meant turning, occasionally this didn't end up as smoothly as one might hope. Werewolves were too easily injured during shifting - it was almost embarrassing, thought Tia. Plus, he had a fairly dangerous job. Entirely not Tia's type of partner. She was not the 'risk-taking' kind of girl, most of the time.
Walking in to Rhys's living room without looking back, she set her phone, keys and wand down on a side-table. All set in a neat row. "What kind of drink?" Tia sighed, breaking her vow of silence. She turned to face him finally, her face flat where his with quirked mischievously. He always looked like he knew something she didn't. Most of the time, this annoyed Tia. "I'm sure I've got a lot of catching up to do." She quipped with a knowing quirk of her brows. "Something on your mind?" She challenged him with a slight smirk of her own.
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rhys alexander greyback
HOGWARTS ALUM WEREWOLF CURSEBREAKER ECHO
1,138 posts
played by vanessa
the air around me still feels like a cage
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last online Mar 28, 2024 1:27:25 GMT -7
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Jan 2, 2021 18:53:21 GMT -7
Post by rhys alexander greyback on Jan 2, 2021 18:53:21 GMT -7
Some of them want to use you Some of them want to get used by you December 13, 2025 @tia She was intelligent but also stubborn though of course Rhys had first and foremost only noticed the rather attractive mediwitch that had been assigned to him though their arrangement, as it were, still included Rhys calling her occasionally for minor injuries resulting from work, the full moon, or a bar fight. He supposed it also helped that there was this open though unsaid understanding that whatever this was all it was meant to be, and that was fine by Rhys as he preferred the simpler relationships. No games, no confusion and no feelings. She moved past him rather closely though she didn’t linger for long, he almost rolled his eyes but figured he would play nice…for now. ”Whiskey.” He sipped his own glass, his usual poison of choice. The one perk of his work was trying all the different food and drink from different places and especially anything that was alcoholic. Nobody was ever surprised to see Rhys with some kind of drink in his hand. The way she stood and looked at him, the determination in which she wanted to challenge him—it was attractive. It was different than someone like Maria who’s obstinance was purely for her own games and tended to infuriate him to the point of submission. Rhys looked away for a moment but then back with less of a smirk but more his intent in his eyes and he slowly approached her. ”Only how I couldn’t sleep.” He reached past her he placed his glass next to her items on the side table, though his gaze didn’t leave hers. Reaching up he softly brushed the hair out of her face, ”I thought I’d call my favorite mediwitch and see what she recommended.”
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Feb 7, 2021 16:52:43 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 7, 2021 16:52:43 GMT -7
THE TUMBLER OF AMBER LIQUID WAVERED IN Rhys's hand as he lifted it. Tia quirked her brows, arms still crossed over her chest as she regarded him with that same flat expression. "No firewhiskey?" She asked curiously, as if challenging him. Rhys had always seemed like he belonged in a distillery somewhere. Arms thick enough to lug barrels around and and appetite to drink his way through his own stock. But, Tia had always had a penchant for the wizarding kind since she'd been a Hogwarts student. Sharing sips with Edrik while he called her by her sisters name.
"And what am I supposed to do about that?" She asked boldly, her shoulders shrugging easily as she turned her face to look across his softly lit living room. She felt out of place in the bachelor pad. So at odds with her own flat, which was crammed with old, mismatched furniture and enough plants to oxygenate a small village. They were different people. But, Tia thought that was probably why it worked. This thing between them.
He was closer to her now, the side table digging in to her back where she leaned against it, chin tilted up to meet his eye. His arm breaching what shred of personal space she had left, catching her breath softly. She cast her eyes to it, watching the glass clink softly against the wood as he placed it down. "Don't you have a coaster?" She asked with a slight curl of her mouth, his hand sweeping an errant strand of hair that had fallen across her face. She turned her face back, her cheek brushing against those same knuckles. It was a familiar game and Tia felt her stomach twist in anticipation.
"Stop trying to flirt with me." She told him with a gentle lift of her brows, her tongue pulling her bottom lip between her teeth, watching the gentle flicker of a muscle in Rhys's sculpted jawline. "I didn't come here for you woo me." Her voice was low and confident, pushing herself away from the table so that they were touching, but just barely. Almost expectant, her expression blatantly daring him, as if to say without speaking 'your move'. Hands gripping the carved edge of the table behind her.
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rhys alexander greyback
HOGWARTS ALUM WEREWOLF CURSEBREAKER ECHO
1,138 posts
played by vanessa
the air around me still feels like a cage
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last online Mar 28, 2024 1:27:25 GMT -7
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Feb 8, 2021 22:56:12 GMT -7
Post by rhys alexander greyback on Feb 8, 2021 22:56:12 GMT -7
some of them want to use you some of them want to get used by you December 13, 2025 @tia ”Not tonight.” He answered simply. While most of the time he could afford to be a bit picky about what he drank, he’d found that these past few weeks, he’d lost that sense. Whatever he had, whatever gave him a buzz Rhys craved and the artificial peace of mind that came with it. There was that side of her, the one that always pushed him a little. It was a fun game they played, they could act coy about their intentions, but they both knew why she was here and why there had been no hesitation on either party to meet. ”I have a few ideas.” He muttered. Rhys was happy to share where his mind was if she would only ask, but again it was nothing unfamiliar at this point for them.
While he had grown accustomed to Maria in his life and her…intensity about things, there were those he never hesitated in contacting. The issue had been that lockdown and availability, now Tia was back in the country, and Maria was shutting him out, so the timing worked out well for him at least. Rhys was standing very close to her, and not by any accident, he had a subconscious need to feel dominant in a situation. It was his place, she was leaning on his side table, and he was in her space. Whether or not he had a coaster was irrelevant at this point. He wasn’t going to be distracted—not now but such trivial things. Her skin was soft as his knuckles grazed just ever so lightly. It had been a while since they’d been this close.
She had those soft brown eyes and delicate features, which he had noticed despite his situation a the hospital at the time. The perfect company, the perfect distraction. And she certainly had his attention with the way she bit her lip. His blue eyes watched her mouth until she moved toward him, and their gaze met again. Rhys certainly hadn’t been in the mood to waste time. Maria pushing him away had left him rather frustrated on top of his own increased stress level. His face was serious, and his eyes dark, but a slow smirk crept upon his face. Perhaps he’d gotten too accustomed to the games a certain somebody else liked to play that kept them from getting to the point. He certainly hadn’t been looking for any games tonight.
They were close enough that he could feel the heat of her breathe on his skin. Though between her boldness and the whiskey, he was already feeling rather warm. He licked his lips slightly as he glanced down at her mouth and then back up to her eyes. Rhys reached in and grabbed her waist and closed whatever invisible distance she had placed between them but paused for just a second before kissing her. There was an impatience he hadn’t realized he’d been feeling. Tia likely didn’t realize how much she’d riled him up just now with her demands. He pulled back for a second for air, but his impatience was getting the better of him. At this rate, he would be surprised if she didn’t find something shattered in the morning, and perhaps that coaster for his glass whiskey wouldn’t have mattered at all.
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