and our days go by

roman mason: 25. nevian.

[freyamason-blog]

Because I actually enjoy reading, my dear brother. Maybe you should try it sometime.

[romanmason]

What? In my spare time? Yeah -- no thanks. Unlike you, my dear sister, I have a life. You remember what that is, right?

[alana-j-ivy]

[With a shaky smile, Alana reached out and took the pack of cigarettes from his hand as gently as she could. Her nimble fingers worked naturally to light up the cig before placing it in her mouth and taking in a deep breath, allowing the nicotine to fill her lungs.] You know the saying “push yourself to your limits”? …I attempted to push past them and nearly killed myself in the process. I just need to fuckin’ heal so I can keep training.

[romanmason]

Well, that's really fucking stupid, Alana. [He stuffs the packet back into his pocket and watches her, carefully, his fingers itching to help her stand. He looks around, pauses.] Fuck training. You need to go to the Infirmary.

[alana-j-ivy]

[She looked haggard and worn down. Her auburn hair hung limply beside her sallow cheeks, her skin far more paler than it had ever been before. She was exhausted. After a short little vacation to enhance her powers, Alana wore herself out more than ever. She felt like she was dying. It was amazing, though, the beauty that she still held. How she could still look so innocent and pure, but mysterious and sexy at the same time as she was about to pass out. Giving away to her knees, Alana collapsed to the ground, groaning in anger as she righted herself up and leaned against the corridor wall.] For fuck’s sake… I need a cigarette. Or a whiskey.

[romanmason]

[Roman pauses, uncertain, before he digs through the pocket of his jeans and pulls out a pack of cigarettes. He holds it out for her, watching, and frowns.] The fuck happened to you, princess?

[freyamason-blog]

[Continues to flip through the pages, talking as she does so.] I wouldn’t call this crap, Roman. These are all written accounts of our ancestry. The rise and fall of some very powerful witches. Some of it is actually pretty interesting.

[romanmason]

So, basically -- crap. And you're reading it because?

[freyamason-blog]

[She looks up when she hears the sound of the book she requested thud onto the floor in front of her.] I do believe I said hand me the book, but thank you anyways. [She reaches down and picks up the leather bound pages, opening it on top of the other book she has in her lap.]

[romanmason]

[He shrugs, dismissive, and leans over her shoulder to read a few lines of the book she's reading.] Any particular reason you're looking into this crap?

[freyamason-blog]

[Inside one of the sitting rooms, Freya is sitting cross-legged on a couch. She has a few books surrounding her, some open and some closed, but she’s leafing through one of them in particular. Without looking up to see who she was talking to, she points to a book that’s on the floor; a bit away from her.] Will you hand me that?

[romanmason]

[He looks toward the book she indicates, pauses, then ducks and picks it up; straightening up, he drops the book directly in front of her.] You're welcome.

[novalee--xo-deactivated20140208]

I do deserve a medal, don’t I? Thank you for noticing Roman, you always notice the important things around here.

That’s only skimming the surface, don’t you know? We also have a lovely chat of taking over the world with some tea.

[romanmason]

Uh -- yeah. I do?

Huh. Didn't know Satan was particularly interested in taking over the world with a bratty teenager. Please, enlighten me -- how do the two of you intend to carry out this world domination scheme?

[novalee--xo-deactivated20140208]

You’re right Roman, I would know, wouldn’t I? The only difference between my bitchy and your bitchy is, well, I’m better at it. Novalee patted his cheek.

She laughed lightly, raising an eyebrow. Satan is the one waiting for me, Roman.

[romanmason]

[He tilts his head away from her hand.] Oh, yeah, definitely. That's something to be proud of, Novalee. You deserve a medal.

Of course. I'm sure you've got a lot of things to talk about with each other. Torture methods, the likes.

[novalee--xo-deactivated20140208]

I would ask you what you have been doing, besides being a little bitch, Roman.

..But then I remembered, I don’t care.

Get out of my way.

[romanmason]

As if you don't care. I haven't done anything except be a little bitch, actually. It takes up most of my time. I'm sure you know the feeling.

[He steps out of the way and gestures behind him.] Go ahead. Don't want to keep Satan waiting, right?

[jacksonmori]

And why would I share my research? You’re not good with secrets.

[Has reached the Mori residence and stands outside the entrance, still shirtless.]

[romanmason]

... Your research is a secret? [He looks around, uncertain, then back at Jackson.] Well... you're here.

[jacksonmori]

Some research.

[romanmason]

Well, that was incredibly specific. Thank you, Jackson. I know so much now.

[novalee--xo-deactivated20140208]

As it does most people, to bad I can’t actually feel any pain. She gave him a false, dramatic sympathetic look. Hm?

[romanmason]

Yeah, it's a real shame.

[novalee--xo-deactivated20140208]

Oh, ouchie, that one hurt my heart.

[romanmason]

Good. Your pain means a lot to me, really.

[novalee--xo-deactivated20140208]

Goddamn, I know the Coven can be quiet, but this is just ridiculous. No wonder someone had to get kidnapped. Maybe she was trying to do us a favor of not letting us all die from absolute boredom.

[romanmason]

Yeah, I bet. Maybe you should go missing next. You know -- spice things up.

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[sage-blackwell-deactivated20131]

[Sage looked around the Entertainment room, moving around couch pillows, looking under the many arcade games and the pool table, searching fervently. She let out an exasperated sigh] Has anyone seen the TV remote? I can’t find it anywhere. 

[romanmason]

Uh -- no. [He pauses.] Did you just waste your time looking for it when you could have easily switched the T.V. on manually?