BORN TO DIE

jace kaiser; xvii; heir to poise production company

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Homecoming (open)

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stella-powell:

“New York might not be my favourite place but all my favourite people live here, so I guess I’m happy to be back. I hope you missed me?! Now, I don’t intend to dabble in gossip but I definitely need updates. So tell me, love?” Stella said before adding, “please don’t mind the accent. I’m one fourth English, so a trip to England does this to me. It’ll wear off in a few days.”

“I fucking hope so; that accent is annoying. Any if you really want updates, you’d better ask someone else.” He shrugs.

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cameron-something:

“How many times do I have to tell you, I don’t fuck with you,” Cameron remarks, shaking his head.  “I just get back from vacation and have to run into the last person I wanna talk to.”

“I’m the last? So you’d rather have a chat with Hitler or George W. Bush or Perez Hilton?”

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mia-vanpoop:

“In this case, yes! Simply agreeing with me would be nice!”

“Okay, but you aren’t fat, so I don’t understand what the fuck is happening right now.”

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lermanupdate:

Logan Lerman for Wonderland Magazine, 2014.

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cameron-something:

“A very hot Hawaiian TSA agent did a pretty handsy search coming back to New York.  I can’t complain though.”

“Congratulations,” he says like he couldn’t care less.

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mia-vanpoop:

“Oh I’m sorry how about I just burn away the circles under my eyes. Would that be better for you. And yes I do look fat. I look like a chubby child! Stop being a dick and be nice to me, I don’t have time to worry about you right now.”

“So is me calling you fat being nice to you?”

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Jace and Stella

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stella-powell:

Stella nods when Jace tells her that he cannot drive her home. That was another difference between them, Jace was comfortable being driven around and Stella preferred driving as much as possible. “Thanks Jace. I think I’m in a better position now, to leave…Plus, it wouldn’t be nice of me to be a cause of annoyance to you anymore now that I’m feeling better. So, I guess I’ll take your leave,” she says softly glancing a Jace as she checks her ankles which seems to be a little better than before but still not enough for her to move around. But she wasn’t in a mood to be an inconvenience for Jace, who’d been so patient with her for the past few hours. She was genuinely grateful to him and wanted to be out of his hair as soon as possible.

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mia-vanpoop:

“You can say it… I look fat.”

“You look like shit. But you don’t look fat.”

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Jace and Stella

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Stella thanks Maki, taking the cold compress from her and pressing it on her now swollen ankle. She holds it in place and looks up when Jace speaks. “Yeah. I drove here. My car’s parked right outside. Thanks for the cold compress,” she says with a nod and a smile, not her usual wide smile but a polite grateful one.

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Jace's eyebrows lift at the idea that she was able to find parking, but he then thinks one of the attendants outside might have allowed her to park just outside because of who she is. He isn't completely positive how it all works. "I can't drive you home," he says and he knows she knows that he doesn't have a license or the knowledge of how to drive a car. He's never needed to drive while living in New York City or just outside of London. There are always people to drive for him. "I'll ask Maki to take you home when you're ready to go."

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He’d left a parade of tourists/young ambitious entrepreneurs to their own devices, as he took a quiet stroll around the exhibit. It was then he heard the lad barking at the staffer, and turned his head to see if it was who he thought it was. Indeed, the speaker was Jace, all dressed with his usual glum face and steely gaze. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes. “Mom had told me this was to be put on auction. Guess not?” Noah says, turning to face the other. Walking away from what he deemed an inevitable fistfight was the more suitable option to choose, but it was too late to back away now.

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Jace glances at the boy who approaches and then returns his gaze to the painting, making it obvious that he'd rather look at it than at the other person. "I don't really think that's any of your business," he says evenly.

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Jace and Stella

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“Good to know,” is all that Stella says to him, softly. She follows his gaze to her ankle and looks back up at him. “Thanks to the ibuprofen it’s not hurting that bad now.” She picks up her phone to call up Noah to pick her up, but decides against it. Her usual town car driver Mr. Rogers was on a leave. “How will I get home,” she mutters to herself, looking at her phone, wondering what to do.

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Jace hears her concern about how she'll get home and pretends to ignore it. He'll bring it up later, after Maki returns and after he gathers his courage to be a decent person and mention it. Soon, the elevator opens and Maki enters the apartment. She greets them both and holds out the mostly frozen cold compress out to Stella before she returns to Jace's father's office most likely. "Did you say you drove here?"

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Jace and Stella

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She thanks Jace when he hands her the phone and the bag. Kepping them by her side, she goes back to massaging her ankle while she responds, “The birthday gift. It was really thoughtful.” She finds it really odd that Jace is standing as if he was going to interrogate a criminal but then what could she do about it. “How’s your arm?” Stella says, hoping that Jace doesn’t get agitated, as it is his mood seemed pretty bad.

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It bothers Jace that his mother was buying gifts for his ex-girlfriend, but he doesn't mention it. After all, he and Stella are--were still friends. He doesn't know what to call their relationship now and he's very aware that it's his own fault. He finally sits in an armchair across from her and he's glad that his still red burn scar is hidden underneath his long sleeve cardigan. "It's fine," he says, a well-rehearsed line with an alternate form of I'm fine. He looks to her ankle, as if it has magically gotten better.

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Jace and Stella

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Stella nods and smiles to Maki when she informs that she’d be back soon. She hadn’t expected Jace to tell her who that lady was so, Stella gets a little surprised when he addresses her, managing to say, “Oh!” before he goes up the stairs. Her phone and bag were still lying where she’d fell and Stella starts feeling restless seeing them sprawled on the floor like that. Disorder always made her restless. “Thank you very much!” she says taking the ibuprofen and water from Jace. She takes the pill, making a face as she swallows it with water, before replying, “You’re right. Maybe I should stop wearing heels…” She rolls her eyes thinking about it, she’d feel so powerless without them, but she wasn’t about to confess that to Jace. “I’m sorry again. I was passing by when it occured to me that I hadn’t met your mother to thank her. So, I parked my car and bought some flowers to come and meet her. I forgot to ask at the reception whether she’s at home and realised just before I reached your floor. Sorry, for being such an inconvenience,” says Stella with a sincere guilty look, after a moment of pause. “Umm, could you please pass my bag and mobile?”

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It occurs to Jace that he might look foolish standing in a room full of comfortable seats, but he can't bring himself to sit. That might mean he was comfortable with Stella, that they were two old friends having a chat. So he doesn't sit. He picks up her phone and bag when she asks and hands them to her. "What do you need to thank my mother for?" His expression sours and his arms return to their usual folded position over his chest.

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Jace and Stella

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Being appraised by Jace like that makes Stella blush with embarrassment again, and a little uncomfortable. She doesn’t speak, preferring to massage her throbbing ankle, which seemed to be swelling, than talk and be greeted by a blunt remark. She wasn’t the best at keeping her temper in check but with Jace she tried to make the extra effort because she wanted to make him feel at ease, for he always seemed so angry with the world. Riling Jace was not the best thing to do, though there were times when Stella had her moments, like that day at her party. So, massaging her ankle she observes Jace without really giving him the impression that he was being observed.

When he disappears into the kitchen Stella gives a long tired sigh and looks around for something to do. But soon Jace return and looks at her the same way, now that was a little upsetting, however, she manages to keep her expression steady. The click of heels makes her turn in the direction of the sound. She is surprised to see a Japanese woman, tall, slim and well dressed, ‘who is she?’ Stella wonders but keeps her thoughts to herself. In response to Jace’s indirect question after instructing Maki, Stella simply smiles and says, “a pain killer would be nice, thank you.”

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"I'll get the pain killer," he says to Maki, and Maki nods, telling both him and Stella she'll be right back, before she leaves the building.

"She's my parents' assistant," he tells Stella as if she'd asked a question and then walks away to the stairs. Returning moments later with a bottle of Ibuprofen and a cup of water, Jace hands both of them to Stella. "If you can't walk in heels and not get hurt," he says after looking at her hurt ankle, "then maybe you shouldn't wear heels." His tone is annoyed.

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Jace steps up to a painting of a vase of white roses hanging on a wall in the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Something seems off and as soon as he notices the strand of hair that must have floated onto the painting, he picks it off. "Hey, no touching," a museum staff member says. "My family owns this painting," he snaps back and the staff member doesn't quite know what to make of that so she walks away. He steps back now and studies the painting with a steady gaze and arms folded over his chest.

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Jace and Stella

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It had been long since she’d been this close to Jace, pain was complicating her feelings. She was embarrassed and annoyed yet she felt something else tugging at the strings of her heart even though she saw Jace as only a friend now. This was getting really too much. So she just closes her eyes, takes a deep breath to clear her thoughts and swallowing her pride she decides that protesting wouldn’t help. Taking his support she limps to the arm chair and almost collapses into it. “Thank you,” she says with a meek smile.

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Jace straightens up and folds his arms over his chest. He looks down at her and studies her as if he's appraising her worth. Without a word, he turns and makes his way into the kitchen. He finds after opening the freezer door that they do not have any ice packs like he was hoping.

"God damnit," he mumbles and then takes out his phone and hits one of the speed dial numbers. "Maki. Come down to the sitting room. I need you to buy something," he says into his phone as he walks back out to meet Stella.

He hangs up as he observes Stella and, soon, a tall, thin Japanese woman in fahionable business attire walks quickly into the room, her heels clicking on the stone floor. Maki is one of his parents' assistants who had been tasked with hanging around the apartment if Jace needs anything now that he's back home and not at boarding school. Jace suspects there are other reasons why his parents have her stay near him, like to make sure he's alive.

"Can you go buy a cold compress that's already frozen and anything else Stella might need," he says.

Maki looks to Stella.

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Jace and Stella

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In her state Jace’s words or tone didn’t really bother Stella, nodding softly she says, “I was turning to leave when my heel got caught in the carpet and I twisted my ankle.” She just wanted to be swallowed by the ground to escape the embarrassment. Everyone knew how proud Stella was and rarely sought anyone’s help, yet here she was, in Jace’s house, on the floor, in pain, helpless. She was grateful when Jace pulled one of her arms over his shoulder and tries to help her up. Holding on to the table with one hand and Jace’s shoulder with the other, Stella manages to hoist herself, flinching from the pain. She’d removed her heels so she felt pretty short, even though Jace was just 4 inches taller. “Thank you. Thank you so much. Please just support me to the elevator, I’ll manage after that,” she says in a grateful but distressed voice.

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Jace rolls his eyes. “I doubt it. You can’t even walk. Just sit down.” He knows Stella is a fighter and that she’d find someway to make it home or whatever her destination is, but he can’t just let her go in good conscience. The fact that his conscience is even bugging him right now is annoying. With an arm around her waist, he starts to pull her to the nearest arm chair.