Kyle Lyons

Kyle Lyons - Eighteen - Outsider - 'The prince stuck in exile'

[kirapride-blog]

You know you want to come dance with me!

We don’t bite. Much.

[kyle-lyons]

I usually don't enjoy putting girls on a pedestal, but the views great.

They don't bite much. How disappointing.

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Arctic Monkeys | Snap Out of It Forever isnt for everyone Is forever for you? It sounds like settling down or giving up But it don’t sound much like you

[onamano]

Don't Touch Me.. || Kyle & Victoria

[onamano]

Mind freshly lost in a round of self-cursing abuse, she nearly fell from her swing. The list of people that had ever used that name on her was short, short enough that for a moment she saw someone very different from the lanky Lyons boy she so adored, and an anxiety riddled whine started to claw its way out of her throat. Her eyes saw past the mistake, however, and she closed her cry off with a heavy breath. A new anxiety made itself known, however, and she hastily pulled at her shorts, tugged her thin sweater up more securely around her shoulders.

"It’s November." she said, her tone carefully gentle as if idly discussing the days events. "I never look good in November. I’m a summer child, all blonde hair and blue eyes." Her legs curled under her, sending the swing into a soft forward and backward lull that made her hair swirl around her in stray tendrils. She cast a wayward glance at him, and the bottle in his hands. It seemed she never saw him nor his brother without some kind of alcohol nearby. Small price for the only decent company that would hold a conversation peacefully with her.

"What’re you doing out here so late?"

[kyle-lyons]

As the result of her answer, Kyle smirked, his question was well diverted. "But I don't think even the seasons can alter the fact that you're beautiful," he said smoothly, allowing himself to be stringed along, rather then coercing her to comply. He leaned forward, elbows resting on his legs as he cocked his head to the side to get a better view of her. She was beautiful, she really was. His eyes brightened up a bit as he really payed attention to her. She had the appearance of a yellow lily on breezy day, as she swayed in her swing, with her golden strands whirling in the wind. Unconsciously his lingering eyes studied the damage that may have been force on her. Immediately he could feel his violent side bubbling inside him as he thought of a man, harming a girl with a similar feature. He broke his gaze and returned to his drink, trying his best to keep his emotions at bay. 

He could feel his teeth grinding against each other as he tried to keep his cool. He nodded his head to her question before getting out of his seat, causing a bit of a loud screech as the swing's chain grated metal. "Well I was waiting outside the house for Nick," his tone cranking up a notch, as he turned away from her. He stood there for a moment, with a hand balled into a fist and the other clenched around his bottle, pondering how things got so fucked up. Everything pointed to Nick, and he had finally dug something even Kyle couldn't get him out of. Kyle wasn't even certain he'd like to see him escape this one, in addition to the thought of Nick harming Victoria wasn't aiding Nick's favor. But He would never hurt Victoria, Kyle thought to himself, He loves her. He swallowed a lump that he didn't know that was there. He loves her.

He turned back to Victoria, as soon as his nerves calmed. "But I suppose I got lonely, and found you," he spoke softly, "What’re you doing out here so late?"

[peg-howler]

You could say tha’. Love how you say again, as if you’ve seen me do it before.

[kyle-lyons]

Just assuming, sweetheart. Presuming that you're the kinda girl that likes a little danger.

[peg-howler]

It’s probably not the best thing to do to walk along train tracks.

[kyle-lyons]

Balancing on the rails again as if were life or death?

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[onamano]

Don't Touch Me.. || Kyle & Victoria

Victoria shivered, letting out a shaking breath. She cast a fugitive glance around the deserted, dimly lit park ground. Her bare feet brushed the sand below the swing which she was lightly perched on as she looked down at her hands in her lap, rubbing the tips of her fingers together as if she’d forgotten how they felt. Her thin, light grey sweater slipped down off her shoulders, exposing her shoulder to the cool night air and sending another shiver up her spine. Look on the bright side, Vic. You survived another night… Her fingers moved to tug on the hem of her sheared off blue jeans shorts, just barely covering the top of her thighs which -she noticed with dismay- were already beginning to show the light outlines of bruise. Further inspection revealed a cut just under her kneecap- where she stumbled on the curb outside her house- and numerous more bruises both new and old along her calves. She sighed again and pulled her sweater back up onto her shoulders, swallowing a lump in her throat she hadn’t thought was there. You did. You survived another night…but is that really a bright side?

[kyle-lyons]

Settled on his porch, Kyle closed his eyes, lightly swaying on a rocking chair. It was late into the evening, and he was convinced that he could fall asleep out in the silent streets. Taking a swig from the green, glass bottle, filled with burning red liquid, he let his mind wander to a distant place. 

Lush green landscape during the rainy seasons, the sweeping savannas, the vast array of creatures, the pure gorgeousness of- 

His fancy short lived as the noise of metal grumbling, jolted his eyes open. It was a well-knowned sound, but not of the night. A park laid just at corner of his street, far too late for kids to have occupied. 

The lonely Outsider made his way to the park. The wind was worse than usual; dust and leaves swirled around Kyle's feet in a chaotic fashion. He shielded his face until his arm fizzed with a numbness that had become all too familiar. Winter was coming. His eyelids closed as a gust of wind blew up more dirt, the last thing he wanted was for something else to get stuck in his eye – he’d already battled with an eyelash. The wind eventually sedated as he reached the sidewalks of the metal jungle.

“Vicky?” his eyes landing on the bruised beauty. He tried his best not to meddle with people’s lives, but he wouldn’t be able to get her out of his head that night if he didn’t check up on her. “Hey,” he acknowledged her with a short nod, as he took a seat on the swing beside her. He kept his eyes forward as he took a sip from his bottle of wine. “You don't look too great, princess,” he commented as he looked at her with concerned azure eyes.

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[kyle-lyons]

@Detention

[terkana-aype]

It’s detention, it always takes too long but why the rush? 20 minutes is plenty of time to get across town to see a crazy gypsy impersonator to tell you what you wanna hear about yourself in the nonexistent future. 

Nothing out of the ordinary, just some girls might need that nose operation a bit earlier than they scheduled. 

[kyle-lyons]

I was being sarcastic, darling. I don't have a psychic, never believed in that crap. But hey, I bet I can get to know you intimately with a few questions. Waddya say?

Ewww. -winces at the thought- You beat me. What does one do to provoke such violence?

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[kyle-lyons]

@Detention

[terkana-aype]

Now that would kinda fun and interesting, but this place isn’t that humane now is it? 

[kyle-lyons]

I just hope this is not going to take too long I have an appointment across town with my psychic in 20 minutes.

So what are you in for, Ana?

[mikayla-yarning-deactivated2014]

Oh, and there’s the reason the reason I haven’t slept with you yet… The overwhelming stench of an asshole lurking just below the surface. Good luck getting that to work in your favor.

[kyle-lyons]

Didn’t you know I was just using you to make another girl jealous?

I was sure we shared a similar interest.