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Amira Adel. 23. Gilchrist. Flower child. I don't know what a personal bubble is.

[noblegrave-blog]

Hoping to steer her mind away from her usual taunts, he pulled a couple of nips from his pockets. He only had the little whiskey ones- his built-in shots that were recyclable. Eco-friendly ways to get trashed. Offering her one, he bit open the cap of his own.

[amiadel]

Amira wasn’t in the mood to be taunting, not with everything happening. But the knowledge that Elijah and Silas had been together still weighed heavily on her. She eyed the shot for a moment before sighing, her desire for alcohol outweighing her desire to not be anywhere near Elijah. She took it with a nod, opening the cap. “Cheers,” she muttered, tossing the liquid back in her throat.

[silasmorgue-deactivated20201019]

“You’re fucking ridiculous,” he said, rolling his eyes. “What was I supposed to do? Just not speak to you?” he asked, raising his brows. “I didn’t fucking say that, Amira. I just know that we can’t do this, because I’ll screw it up and I don’t want to fucking hurt you. Don’t you get that? What the fuck do you want me to do, A? I’m at a fucking loss. I don’t know what to do. I know that I can’t be in a relationship with you, both because it’s against the rules and I’m just not capable. I also know that every time I look at you, I want to kiss you. So I don’t know. I don’t know what to do.”

[amiadel]

“Tell me something I don’t know,” she mocked, her eyes rolling. “I don’t know. Ignore it? Say you don’t feel the same way? Don’t tell me that you love me but you can’t be with me because you’re damaged,” she shot back. Amira swallowed roughly, biting back her comment. He’d already hurt her, but she knew the look on his face if those words came out would be too much to bear. “How do you even know you’re not capable? You’ve never even tried,” she whined softly. Amira took a deep breath, drawing herself up and squaring her shoulders. “You don’t kiss me. We don’t talk about this. This didn’t happen,” she shook her head. “You hook up with whomever you want, and we are still best friends.”

[silasmorgue-deactivated20201019]

“Just forget about it,” he repeated again, frustration in his tone. “I’m not allowed? Amira, those are my feelings. That is how I fucking feel. I’m sorry if it doesn’t match up with what you fucking want from me, but I can’t be that guy. I can’t. I’m too… too fucked up, you know? I can’t.”

[amiadel]

“Yes!” she all but shouted, her eyes widening. “Just forget I ever said anything. Forget any words ever came out of my mouth.” Amira let out a shaky breath, swallowing roughly. “I don’t want anything from you, Si!” she cried, her brows drawing down. “I didn’t ask anything from you. I didn’t ask you to return the sentiment. Actually, if I recall, I asked you to stop, because I didn’t want to say anything. Because I knew this was going to happen.” Amira rolled her eyes, looking away from Silas. “Right, okay, because you’re the only one here who’s fucked up. And it’s not like I don’t know, Silas, remember? I know, and I’m still here, and I’m still in love with you. But you can’t be that guy, and I didn’t ask you to be.”

[noblegrave-blog]

Elijah shrugged, “I’ll drink to that.”

Normally he’d have a row with her, but he wasn’t here for that. Not today, at least. He didn’t know what was going on enough to confidently bite back.

[amiadel]

“You’ll drink to liquor? That sounds a little redundant, but okay,” she shrugged, her lips pulling down as she mulled the thought over.

[castobury]

Elevating an inquisitive brow, the male studied the petite child. Expecting her expression to give her away; better yet, Silas. Being observant enough over the years, he had savvily acquainted himself with the skeletons the members tried to hide. And Amira here was simply guilty by association. “Not enough of it, it would seem. I’m not at all amused.” He arrested her from getting away from his grasp by pinching the back of her neck. “You’ll be keeping me and darling Sylvia company.” With that, he gave her some fleeting distance, only to return with two chairs dragging behind him. “Have a seat,” his politeness not at all well-intentioned as he created a little circle for them and the corpse.

[amiadel]

Amira was growing increasingly uncomfortable; with the body in front of her and Lucas beside her, the weight in the room was heavy on her. She had to keep herself composed, any sign of weakness in front of Lucas would only make things worse for her. Her body tensed at the pinch to her neck, nostrils flaring as a heavy breath escaped, not allowing herself to react to the pain. Her eyes followed his movement, taking the chance to swallow roughly while he wasn’t looking, clenching her jaw as he returned with the chairs. She knew it was unwise to decline, instead straightening her back as she sat down, keeping her gaze on a spot just behind Lucas.

[seangrady-blog]

“Not at all.” Not in the slighest. The more that happened with this the nearer that reality was. Sean didn’t want to have to fight for his life, but he would. He considered Amira’s words, recalling any similar experience.Dreams, huh? “ So this is all a dream then? Or it’s a dream that’s still happenin’? Someone’s got no fuckin’ life that’s what I think.” He sighed in slight frustration. 

[amiadel]

“God, I wish this was all a dream,” she sighed, letting her head fall back as her eyes closed. “When did my life turn into a living nightmare,” she muttered under her breath, chewing at her lower lip. “It’s probably just someone trying to scare us,” she shrugged, keeping to herself that it seemed like something Lucas would do to get the whole house in a tizzy.

[silasmorgue-deactivated20201019]

“Forget it happened…” he mumbled, shaking his head in frustration. “How can you expect that from me? To just forget about it? I can’t fucking forget about it, Amira. That’s not how I’m built.” He watched as she stood up running a hand through his hair. “I’m in love with you too, Amira. I am. But I can’t be with you. I’ll only hurt you. Not on purpose, but I will.” He wet his lips, letting his eyes slip shut. “But I can’t forget about it.”

[amiadel]

“I don’t know just -- just erase it, just forget about it, okay?” she rushed out, shaking her head. She raised her gaze to him as he spoke, shaking her head slowly, her throat tightening. “Don’t,” she whispered, swallowing thickly. “Don’t do that bullshit. Don’t say that you love me and then say that, take it back,” she said angrily, biting at her lip. “Take it back. You’re not allowed to tell me like that.”

[tinsleydiaz]

“Krystal, have I mentioned how great spontaneity looks on you?” Claire giggled as she grabbed Amira’s hand and led her down the hallway towards her room, an extra bounce in her step with the promise of a drunken night in her grasp. This was good. This was better than thinking about the note she had found, or about how she could keep Venice’s attention. “I definitely still have that bottle of Jose we stole last party.” She opened her door and gave a grand gesture to allow Amira to enter before her. “After you Krystal with a K. Let’s get fucked up.”

[amiadel]

“You haven’t, but I do appreciate the compliment!” she grinned, her cheeks dimpling, feeling light for the first time since everything had happened as she followed Claire down the hall. It was the perfect distraction, it was exactly what she needed. She always had a good time with Claire, and tonight was not bound to disappoint. “You naughty girl,” she replied, quirking a brow with a smirk. Amira gave an exaggerated bow before entering the room. “My dear Scarlet, I’ve never heard a better suggestion. Should we pre-game here, hit a couple clubs, and stumble our way to a hotel?”

[rileyfitzpatrick]

“You learn a few things growing up in my household - keeping a level head and a sense of humor is crucial. Unless you’re my uncle Killian - his sense of humor didn’t bode well with the masses,” considering his warped sense of humor extended into his brutality. He sort of reminded her of the Joker. “So, poison of choice? If it’s tequila - we’re doing it the right way.” 

[amiadel]

A quiet laugh escaped as Riley seemed to ramble on, finding the oddest things amusing recently. Maybe it was a way to deflect the reality of the situation. “The only thing I learned around my house was how to roll a joint and use a paintbrush,” she laughed, shaking her head. “Tequila is always my poison of choice, but liquor of any kind is always welcome.”

[emmythestar-blog]

“I couldn’t agree more, actually. Girls are supposed to virginal, sweet, pure flowers. Imagine the surprise some people would have if they knew what we knew.” She thought to her online persona, to the person she pretended to be every week- the dream girl that everyone had conjured up. “As long as some of the more guilty party don’t get away with it either, i suppose i don’t mind too much.”

[amiadel]

“Imagine everyone’s surprise when I open my mouth and don’t censor myself. It’s actually pretty funny,” she chuckled. “Weeds out the weak ones, anyway. If you can’t deal with honesty, you can’t deal with me.” Amira wet her lips, pressing them together, exhaling heavily through her nose. “I’d rather not be in prison. I’d rather not the people I care about end up there, either. But it’s kind of all or nothing at this point, isn’t it?”

[tinsleydiaz]

“See, I knew you’d share my sentiments and this would be a judgement free zone. Who cares about our ‘livers’ when there’s shit we need to forget, and forget asap. Can we give them fake names while we’re at it? I’ve always wanted to be a Scarlet.”

[amiadel]

“Do I ever judge? I’m always a judge-free zone. Well, for the most part. Psh, livers shmivers, we can always get new ones. It wouldn’t really be a night of forgetting if we were ourselves, would it? Come dear Scarlet, follow your dear friend Krystal, with a K, to the blissful oblivion of being trashed out of our minds.”

[rileyfitzpatrick]

“Who said I was being sarcastic? Maybe even pay a visit to the green fairy. I’ll tell ya’ what - I’ll even join you. It’s been far too long since Sailor Jerry and I were acquainted.”

[amiadel]

“It’s hard to tell sometimes, especially in situations like this,” she waved a hand dismissively. “Where everyone is already so tense.” Amira considered for a moment before nodding. “That does sound highly appealing.”

[emmythestar-blog]

“Not a bitch, just true. I never really have spare money to spend on those sorts of things.” She bit her tongue from saying luxuries, but she didn’t want to sound poorer then she was. Emmy felt a flicker or guilt as Amira’s smile fell, causing Emmy to chew her bottom lip thoughtfully. “I think you’re the last person out of all of us that’s expected to end up in jail, Amira.”

[amiadel]

“Most people equate honesty with bitchiness, especially when coming from women,” she shrugged. Amira was well versed with putting on acts, coming off as if nothing bothered her. She had a lifetime of experience in pasting on smiles, acting like everything was okay. But even she wasn’t sure how long she could fake it in this situation. “Everyone here was involved. Being an accessory is just as bad.”

[rileyfitzpatrick]

“Sure! Just let good ol’ Jose help, maybe Jim and Jack too. They’ll make it all better. “ 

[amiadel]

“I know you’re being sarcastic, but those honestly all sound like great options.”

[emmythestar-blog]

“Drinking that hard? I think it would. But I don’t drink so what would i know?” Emmy raised one eyebrow up at the girl, blankly, in response to her confidence. The other girl could at least pretend to feel happy, unlike Emmy who felt nothing at all, she felt hollow and empty, probably quite similar to Sylvia.. “Are you toasting for the dead?”

[amiadel]

“Not to be a bitch, but if you don’t drink then you probably don’t know,” she shrugged. Amira’s smile fell just as fast as it had been plastered on, the heaviness in her chest settling once more. “I’m toasting to, hopefully, not ending up in prison.”

[noblegrave-blog]

Elijah wasn’t Amira’s biggest fan right now, but he shared her sentiment. “I personally go for bourbon, but tequila is respectable.”

[amiadel]

Amira glanced over to Elijah, her eyes narrowing for a fraction of a moment. “Should I just broaden it to liquor?”

[silasmorgue-deactivated20201019]

“What?” he asked, his brows furrowing as he reached into his jean’s pocket, brows furrowing. “Ami - I…” he started. He didn’t know what to say. “I can’t. I’m not – I can’t.”

[amiadel]

Amira moved herself further away from him, crossing her arms over her chest. “Don’t,” she started, shaking her head. Amira lowered her head, scratching at the back of her neck, biting down hard on her lower lip. “Silas, I know,” she whispered, sniffling softly. “Why do you think I never said anything?” she breathed out. “Just,” she started, letting out a huff of breath, pushing herself to her feet. “Forget this ever happened, okay? The texts, everything.” She shook her head, looking at him for a moment before turning away.