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talon norell | thirty | returned ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ᴄᴏɴsᴄɪᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ᴍɪɴᴅ.

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losing-litha:

Litha felt herself smile as they continued to dance; she hadn’t felt this calm in a long time. She drew a sharp breath as she felt him move closer again, seemingly wanting to remain close–even after her admission. She stifled a laugh, pulling back to see Talon and reaching up to gently touch his cheek. “Alcohol is always a good reason,” she maintained eye contact for a moment before leaning back in, her cheek returning to his.

The fire in her hadn’t disappeared; she still felt the rage inside her, but it was tamed for the time being. She hadn’t expected the night to take such an odd turn. “Merry Christmas, Talon,” She whispered, resting her free hand against his chest.

Talon gently leaned into her hand as it softly caressed his cheek, his eyes clear as they looked deep into hers. Her smile mimicked the one he was sure to have as both of their troubled faces seemed at peace in this moment. “A great reason.” He corrected in a teasing tone before letting his eyes fall closed once more as she grew closer; any distance between them unwanted from his end-- perhaps from her end as well.

The smile on his lips grew a tad wider before he returned the holiday greeting. “Merry Christmas, Litha.” The soft words breathed into her ear as he barely squeezed the hand in his. His charming facade was usually nothing more than something he used to mask the anger within him, the attention of woman prolonging his inevitable outburst. But this, this seemed to be more than just that; this felt right. 

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petrovaxanya:

She caught the slight frown and cocked her head, expression asking about it, but she kept her mouth closed, feeling the question wasn’t necessary. “I think everyone sees an attractive guy and they expect an attractive girl on his arm. Plus most people bring dates to these things..” She said. “I definitely think you’re a ladies man” She told him, eying him. She propped an elbow on the bar and smiled at him. “I guess that makes both of us sad sacks” she said, her tone playful, but in her heart it was true - she was sad.

He let her questioning look pass without response as he used to right arm to motion to the bartender. “Never judge a book by it’s cover,” he quoted the old proverb with a coy smile, “who needs a date when you just attend for the alcohol?” His question had a playful tone to it as he released a small chuckle. “Me?” He mocked offense. She was right in her theory, mostly at least, Talon always keeping some woman’s company in one way or another. “Just one.” He corrected. “Is there anything I can say to make you feel better?”

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losing-litha:

When his fingers slid around to clasp hers, she felt the familiar buzz coursing through her veins; it had been happening every so often since the storm, especially when she felt strongly about something. Usually, it was frustration, but what was this? She took a deep breath, trying to calm the electrical hum that threatened to make itself known at any given moment. “I’ll try not to step on your toes.” She whispered, allowing him to pull her in closer. As he put his hands on her waist, she slid her free hand around the back of his neck, her fingers dancing against the top of his spine.

Litha’s eyes remained glued to his as her body did most of the work, swaying back and forth with ease thanks to her partner’s lead. The little distance between them was almost diminished as she took a half-step closer, continuing to move to the music. She leaned forward, almost brushing her lips against his cheek as she moved to whisper close to his ear. “I hate parties, and people,” she admitted, “I don’t know why I decided to come tonight, but I’m glad I did.” She drew away once again, back into her original dancing position, her eyes locked with his once again. Even before she had made her admission, she had decided it was okay if he ignored it; she would just pretend as if it had never happened.

The anger that constantly burned within him seemed somewhat distinguished, if only for the moment, as he smiled genuinely at the younger woman. “And for that, I’m grateful.” Talon had spent his entire life blaming his younger brother for his lack of love; the beatings given as if the release of his pinned up rage would somehow make it all better. It never did, of course, his temper returning again and again at the bat of an eye. But here in Litha’s arms as they swayed gently, he felt something other than the hate that had been kept within him his entire life.

His eyes fluttered closed as their faces moved side by side, her breath warm and welcomed as her words brought a smile to his lips. This closeness only ever experienced in one of the endless bar fights or in the sexual encounters that meant nothing more than a bit of fun, never meaning something like this seemed to. The moment she eased back, he leaned forward to rest his cheek against hers, all too obvious in his desperateness to remain close. “So do I.” He confessed in her ear.  “The booze, I think that’s why I came, but perhaps being here with you is why I’ll stay.”

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petrovaxanya:

“I’m not opposed to that” She said, a smile playing at her lips. She giggled softly, “I don’t know about that..” She said, doubting that he was lucky jsut for being with her tonight. “Did you not come here with a date?” She asked, thinking it would be odd for someone like him to not have a date. She picked up on how close he was holding her, part of her liked it, but another part reminded her that her heart belonged to someone else. 

Talon frowned slightly at the comment that he wasn’t lucky to keep her company, the idea that she found herself any less lovely than he saw her was saddening. “You know,” his eyes met hers, “you’re the second person to ask me that tonight and seem surprised at the answer. Am I seen as some sort of ladies’ man?” Their pace slowed as they approached the bar. “I am, in fact, a dateless man.”

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losing-litha:

Litha smiled softly, hoping to believe what he had said. Her sister was radiant; everyone knew that. “We’ll see about that, I suppose,” She replied lightly, nudging the man lightly. 

Her eyes couldn’t help but fall to his mouth as his lip was pulled in between his teeth. She reached up to nervously tug on her necklace before raising her gaze back to Talon’s eyes. “I thought you’d never ask,” She answered half-serious, half-jokingly. Without hesitation, she raised her arm, sliding her hand into his. “I suppose you can lead, at least this time.”

“Indeed we will.” He laughed gently in response, eyes locking onto hers like she was the only one there.

The second her hand touched his, he wrapped his fingers tightly- but not too tight, enclosing her skin like he had no intention of ever letting go. “That’s very kind of you.” He teased in response, softly leading her to the dance floor. “I’ll try my best not to be the worst dancing partner you’ve ever had.”

The speakers filled the room with the distinct ‘I’ll Be Home For Christmas’ as Talon smirked to himself before taking her right hand in his and sliding his right arm firmly around her waist. He kept their distance close, eyes never leaving hers as they began slowly swaying.

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petrovaxanya:

“Yeah, well.. you’ve proven that” She said, shrugging. She felt herself be caught off guard and incredibly distracted by the lip bite and she had to mentally shake herself. His words snapped her out of it though. “You’re stealing me away?” She asked him, the idea seeming like fun. She looped her arm through his and smiled up at him. He felt strong around her, as though she hardly had to place her feet on the floor. “I would love to” She said to him.

“I am.” He assured, charming smile on his lips. Talon had always been perceived as the appealing Norell; the one who could talk his way into any heart he pleased. His lovable exterior masking the fire and ugliness that burned within. Flirtatious was just as much of his nature as his raging temper. “Well, consider me the luckiest man here tonight.” They walked in pace to the bar, his arm holding her just a bit closer than what would be considered ‘friendly.’

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petrovaxanya:

A small laugh escaped her lips before she shrugged and cocked an eyebrow at him. “We all have our days” She said, though she thought that he looked lovely both times they’d met, she just wasn’t going to say that. Chewing on the inside of her cheek she forced a smile. “Actually none.. No one asked me to be their date. I almost didn’t come. But I couldn’t miss it, I like events like this.” She told him. “even if I had to come alone..”

“Some more than others.” He nodded, sliding his bottom lip between his teeth for a moment. She surely was stunning; she had been both times he’d been lucky enough to encounter her. “That just means I get to steal you away.” Talon beamed, stepping to the side and placing his arm on his hip to allow her arm to thread through his. “Would you accompany me to get some drinks?”

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petrovaxanya:

Anya looked up at the man, a smile on her lips. It wasn’t an unwelcome sight to see him again. She felt her cheeks turn pink very briefly at his words. “Well thank you Talon.. You look nice too. Who knew?” She joked with him. “My date? I actually came alone” She said trying not to sound as miserable about it as she felt.

Talon arched a brow before looking down briefly at his own attire. “Who knew?” He echoed with the same tone of playfulness. A mixture of surprise and questioning spread across his features after her next statement. “And how many did you turn down for that to happen? You’re far too lovely to attend anything alone.”

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petrovaxanya:

“I really should have been more organised for this… This dress look ridiculous. I’m way too underdressed. Maybe I should go home, or have another drink. A drink sounds great. But so does home..”

A small chuckle was exhaled from him as he came from behind the blonde, hand lightly grabbing ahold of her arm to attract her attention. “Well, I think you look stunning, Anya.” He smiled charmingly. “Is your date fetching you a drink?”

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losing-litha:

“No, i’m saying that I can’t imagine that you’re not seeing someone.” She laughed, shaking her head. “I apologize if I offended you.” Litha’s eyes fell to the ground sheepishly, taking a sip of her drink before continuing to speak. “I’m not a Disney Princess. Most people like the ‘good girls’,” She trailed off, finishing off her drink before setting it aside. “If people are looking for a girl whose prim and proper and does good, they go for my sister, not me.”

“That would mean you’re implying that you’re interested in me in general.” His breath felt warm on her cheek, her eyes finding their way to his once again. “Are we going to question each other all night, or are you going to ask me to dance?”

He allowed a soft laugh to pass his lips as he flashed her a reassuring smile. “I’m not a Disney Prince,” he mirrored with a slight shrug, “I’m not nearly the catch you make me out to be.” The glass was raised to his lips as he took a large sip before shaking his head. “I can’t say I like the ‘good girls,’ so I’m thankful it’s you in front of me and not your sister.”

He bit his lips seductively as she cut to the chase, the older Norell finishing his alcohol and placing his now empty glass next to hers before offering his hand to the blonde. “May I have this dance?”

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losing-litha:

Litha raised her free hand to her heart in mock offense. “Me? Never.” She laughed, raising the glass to her lips to take a small sip. “Truly, though. I’m surprised to see you don’t have a date.”

She raised a brow, pushing a stray lock from her face. “You say that to all the girls in Bentley?” She made small circular motions with her wrist, the liquid in her glass swirling around. “You better be careful saying stuff like that to me. I might think you’re interested.”

“Am I supposed to be a womanizer?” He arched a brow. “Never without a beautiful woman on my arm?” Talon glanced around to see if she’d attended alone or with a guest of her own. “And you? What excuse could you possibly have for being without a date?”

“I’m beginning to think you only find me interested in you because I must be interested in everyone here.” He leaned forward slightly, letting the air after his next words brush against her cheek. “I can assure you that’s not the case.”

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losing-litha

“Well hello there, handsome,” Litha grinned, raising her glass in return. “Nice to see you as well, Talon.”

“I can’t imagine you’re here by yourself. Where’s your date?”

Talon coyly smiled in response, eyes locked onto the blue orbs glancing back at his. “I’m not quite sure if that’s a compliment or an insult.” He smirked. “But I am here alone, perhaps I was just hoping you’d come along.”

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losing-litha:

“Is it bad I don’t even know what the point of this ‘Gala’ is? I just came for the bar.”

“I highly doubt you’re the only one,” he chimed before raising his flute of champagne briefly in a welcoming manner. “Lovely to run into you again, Litha.”

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hellbentley:

“Anyone seen Clara? Owns the botanica? About a foot shorter than me, cute, brown hair?”

Talon’s eyes narrowed slightly as he examined the male in front of him. “Can’t say that I have.” His head tilted to the side. “Girlfriend?”

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salingerisaghost:

“Just grab two at a time, it’s Christmas - no one is judging.”

“Everyone is judging.” Talon corrected with a small smirk as he grabbed a flute of champagne and brought it to his lips.

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Talon Norell : Attire - Christmas Gala

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petrovaxanya:

Anya shook her head “Not exactly. As I said, a friend of mine used to live here. He went through a lot in this house.” She almost rattled on a literal metaphor about his life ending in the house, but the thought alone brought tears to her eyes. “There was a lot of evil in this house.. I can feel it..” She was picking up some terrible vibes from the house, but she already knew why. She had to force herself to not get too emotional about it in front of this stranger who was even attempting to flirt with her. She still wasn’t sure what it was about him that seemed familiar. She smiled a bashful smile and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “So what kind of day is it for me then?”

Damien. It had to be him, who else would cry about their hardships in this house? So he was back as well, it made sense, the odds weren’t in favor of Talon being the only returned in town. “They say there are two sides to every story,” he chimed, “the villain and victim seem to be interchangeable depending on the narrator.” Her eyes glistened slightly, evidence of an emotional connection as Talon’s focus shifted from her to the house. “It just looks like four walls and a roof to me. Perhaps it’s not evil you’re feeling, but the evil you believe to be there.” A soft chuckle escaped him as his eyes returned to hers, an eyebrow raised in interest. “I suppose that’s up to you to decide.”