QON Temps.

Roleplay blog for the temporary characters of QON.

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Blast From The Past | Emi/Milo/Lyla

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Milo could feel himself getting smaller by the second. He felt like a nothing when he looked at her, the little person who was stupid enough to think that he actually had a chance with her. But he didn’t, never had, and he could feel it now. He actually didn’t realize who had approached them until he looked down and had a flash of big eyes that he knew instantly. Lyla. He hadn’t expected the kiss but when her mouth caught his, he stilled. For a minute, he wasn’t here with Em in front of him. He didn’t feel like he was getting sucker punched. He was just with Lyla. His hands lowered from across his chest and instinctively his palms went to her hips. Even when the kiss parted, he couldn’t look away from her. “Lyla..” He followed her gaze to Emiliana and he had to clear his throat. “I-I, I, It’s..” he cleared his throat. “This is Emi, my ex.” He turned to Em then, “Em, this is Lyla.”

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Emi had just opened her mouth to speak when suddenly, the skanky blonde she saw earlier stormed in between them. Then her lips were on Milo’s and she was clinging to him like some desperate whore. Emiliana was so shocked that she literally just stood there, eyes glancing back and forth between the two. She wanted to stomp her foot and storm out, but she still hadn’t said what she needed to say and now this little bitch was getting in their way. When Milo finally introduced them, Emi just stared at the girl, eyebrow raised. She didn’t know what to say; she had nothing to say to her.

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Blast From The Past | Emi/Milo/Lyla

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Her words hit him worse than if she’d just slapped him across the face. So that was the answer he’d been waiting so long for? She just woke up one day and wasn’t feeling their relationship anymore. “You.. should have talked to me..” he said, lowering his gaze to the ground. Milo suddenly couldn’t think of any of the other things he’d planned on saying to her, questions he wanted to ask. All of it just dried up and disappeared. He felt sick and couldn’t even look away to save himself. “I-I don’t know what to say, Em.”

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She could see the moment her words registered in his brain. He looked so hurt and heartbroken, it hurt her just as much. She knew it would work; she just didn’t expect to feel this way. She had avoided thinking about him for so long, she thought she was over him. She was wrong. But what was she supposed to do? Turn her back on her family to spend the rest of her life on a stinky tour bus? There’s no way in hell that would ever happen. So she lifted her chin, pushing down any and all feelings she could possibly have for him. “There was nothing you could have said that would have changed my mind. You were just another loser after a rich girl back then.” Back then. She talked like it had been years since they broke up, when it really was barely a year. Yet, so much changed.

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Blast From The Past | Emi/Milo/Lyla

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The You have a funny way of showing it was hanging on Milo’s lips, ready to come tumbling out with all the hurt feelings he had after losing her. But he saw something in her face, in her eyes. He had never wanted to hurt her. He’d loved her so much that he couldn’t breathe or think through it sometimes. Then when she was gone, he’d felt so empty. “What did you think leaving me would do if not hurt me?” He shook his head and felt like she could drop him to his knees with a single look. “I loved you.”

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This conversation was going down a road Emi didn’t want to follow. As much as she wanted to tell him how she felt, she couldn’t. She wouldn’t. She had a plan and she had to stick to it; no matter how much it hurt. “Honestly...I wasn’t thinking of you when I did it.” Lie. “I just wasn’t feeling it anymore.” Another lie. She didn’t want to be harsh, but she knew she had to. Everything depended on that.

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Blast From The Past | Emi/Milo/Lyla

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Milo stared at her and it was so easy to see the girl that he fell in love with. He had to remind himself the way things ended - which is did when she spoke. “You mean the part where you decided you were done with me?” There had been so many things that Milo hadn’t gotten to say to her and now that she was here, he wanted to say them. He just wasn’t sure that he could. “Because things could have been very different between us. I personally thought I meant more to you.”

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Okay, she had it coming. The jab was more than expected but it still didn’t hurt any less. “Yes...that.” She didn’t dare to say it out loud. Sure, she bragged to her friends how she dumped the loser skater and found herself a new rich boyfriend. But she had to admit, she missed him. And she loved him. God, how she loved him. But he didn’t fit into her lifestyle anymore. Her parents didn’t approve of him and she lived off their money, so she had to do what they wanted her to do. “I know. I...I-I’m sorry. Believe me, I wasn’t trying to hurt you.”

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Blast From The Past | Emi/Milo/Lyla

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Milo was in awe and he wasn’t sure that he fully understood what she said until she was staring at him. He straightened up slightly and shook his head out of the haze. “I uh, yeah. Sure, um.. over here..” He walked off so that they were away from anyone who might overhear them. Pressing his lips together as he rubbed the back of his head, Milo turned to look at Emi. He could finally formulate words. “So what, uh.. what matters?”

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Emiliana almost didn’t want to move. She was too afraid of chickening out. Not that she wasn’t sure of what she had to do; she was. But she almost, almost wanted to ask him to take her back. After all, she did love him. Even if she didn’t show it. Ever. With a quick glance back to the taxi, she followed behind Milo, catching a short glimpse of some skanky blonde coming out of a bus. Once they were alone and away from prying ears, Emi smiled at him, flipping on the charm switch as she had practiced her whole life. “I thought I’d come see how you’re doing. I hate the way things ended between us.”

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Blast From The Past | Emi/Milo/Lyla

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Milo didn’t know what to say, and even if he did know what to say, he couldn’t form the words to say it. He stared, knowing how much she hated staring, but it was all he could do. Finally when he found some semblance of words, he spoke. “Em.” He’d been in love with her and now all that love was just pain from missing her, losing her. “Why..” Milo shook his head, not sure if he was asking why she was here or why she left. 

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As much as she enjoyed seeing him again, the whole anticipation was killing her. The awkward silence and the staring wee straining her patience. With a deep breath, she rested her hand on her hip. “Come on, Milo. Can we just skip the awkwardness and go straight to what matters?”

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Blast From The Past | Emi/Milo/Lyla

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“Just make sure it gets done before tonight,” Milo said before the band’s “gopher” ran off with specific instructions. He wasn’t one to often boss people around but before the show tonight, he was going to have to make a few things happen and he needed everyone on their A game. Usually he’d leave it up to Kyle to take care of but he seemed to be too stressed to decide anything. Whatever was going on, Milo didn’t want to get in the middle of it. He walked over to a table with drinks and snacks set up, and he grabbed a water bottle. Cracking open the top, he started to take a drink until he felt a tap on his shoulder and a voice that should have sent every nerve on his body upright. “Sure, can I help…” Milo turned and when he realized who was standing in front of it, everything was numb. He was reminded of the last time he saw her and all the lasts they had. “…you,” he finally finished, stuck to find any other words.

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The look on his face was as if he had seen a ghost. And she supposed in a way, he had. Even though she could remember clearly the last time they saw each other, Emi knew a long time had passed. Too long. “I hope you can.” Her smile wavered for just a second before it softened. She didn’t want to run him off by coming on too strong. Instead, she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, adjusting the strap on her purse on her arm. “I’m looking for an old...friend.”

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Blast From The Past | Emi/Milo/Lyla

This is it. Emiliana finally forced herself to get on the airplane and do what she knew had t be done. She had been keeping track of him for the past six or so months, taking notes of all the places he’s been and all the locations he has filled. In a way, she was quite proud of him. He wasn’t that loser she once knew.  Which meant he also had money, and that made her reconsider her plans. Maybe she could convince him to get back with her. Even if she had to go along with the tour and spend her next few months in that dreadful van. The thought alone made her shudder, but it was a sacrifice she was willing to do in the name of her Christian Louboutins. “Wait here.” She gave her "friend”--really, she was more of an assistant, even if she wasn’t getting paid-- a pointed look before stepping out of the car and smoothing down her dress. She walked toward the gathering of vans and instruments laid out on the ground, and just as she was about to approach a roadie to ask for his location, she spotted him across the lot, looking just as handsome as she had seen in the latest People magazine. He made it on the magazine without her by his side, go figure! As she stepped closer to him, she tapped him on the shoulder, flashing him her signature sultry smile. “Excuse me...?”