Mirror, Mirror.

Tyler Smith || 17 Enchanted Mirror Where I came from doesn't matter. Because where I'm going is so much better.

[roastsalivearchive]

[tyler-smithx]

She's pretty and she's got moves. Paint me attracted.

[thenextjoanofarc-blog]

Medication || Jo & Tyler

[thenextjoanofarc-blog]

Jo’s glare had cooled as the music played around them still. Her eyes almost got glassy as she let the tones wrap around her. She wasn’t looking at him any longer as she just listen to the music and let it take her away. She was happy with that, even if she hated that this guy that annoyed her on every principle. But the music was too good for her, too beautiful to make her care.

When he spoke again, it seemed to make her snap awake, becoming alert instantly. She rolled her eyes at his words, a small sneer playing on her lips. “Look dude, if I didn’t want to be here, I wouldn’t be. I don’t do anything unless I want to. I have to do enough I don’t want to, so why would I do it with you for no reason?” she could feel Bane’s displeasure at her words, making it lose its current mellow disposition. With a sigh, Jo settled back down into her chair, letting the music surround her again. “Don’t worry about it, a’ight?” She sighed again and settled back down.

[tyler-smithx]

He watched her settle down, keeping a sincere gaze trained on her composure, watching her mellow out. It must've been a rare sight for most. Everyone knew her as the girl not to mess with, the one to beat in hand to hand, that chick who could murder with a glare. But at this moment, she seemed resigned to the sound filling the space between them. And that made a grin pull at his lips that he was sharing it with him. "Alright." He murmured in soft reply. "Don't kill me for this... But you're really pretty when you're not mad." He complimented. Knowing this would cause a sour reaction, he chuckled. "Not that you're not pretty when you're beating people up, but this is just a nicer way to see you." He amended. "So... got any other favorites?"

[lovefron]

[tyler-smithx]

Nonsexual acts of Intimacy - Select from the following for my muse to respond to...

♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes

♕: Holding hands

♖: Having their hair washed by your muse

♗: Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse's lap.

♘: Cuddling in a blanket fort

♙: Sharing a bed

♚: Head scratches

♛: Sharing a dessert

♜: Shoulder rubs

♝: Reading a book together

♞: Caring for each other while ill (specify which party is which)

♟: Patching up a wound

♤: Taking a bath together

♧: Your muse playing with their hair

♡: Accidentally falling asleep together

♢: Forehead or cheek kisses

♠: Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.

♣: Back scratches

♥: Your muse crying about something

♦: Slow dancing

[thenextjoanofarc-blog]

Medication || Jo & Tyler

[thenextjoanofarc-blog]

Joanna’s lip curled into a snarl as he spoke French to her. On any other day, she would have liked hearing him, anyone, speak French as she did, even just to replicate a song. But she had wanted to be alone, have a private moment, and it was tainted by someone intruding. “Bientôt, vous allez crier pour plus d’ que amour perdu,” she spat at him, scorn etched onto every feature, when he finished his “translation.” “You tell anyone, and I’ll break every bone in your body,” she hissed at him though her teeth.

"Jo…"

Bane’s calm voice was like a bucket of cold water being thrown over a fire. Her face smoothed, but not entirely. Still staring at him, he talked about the artist and looked down at the album still in her hand. Still glaring at him, she didn’t take her eyes off him ans she opened the player back up and placed the disk inside. Instead of listening to that specific song again, she just let it play, the first song, Think of Me, from Phantom of the Opera, began to play. As the intro flowed out into the room, Joanna took a seat away from him, leaving several feet between them, as she continued to glare at him.

[tyler-smithx]

As expected, he heard the snarl and held up his hands in surrender. "I understand." He murmured. He didn't get it. He didn't get why she was so on fire when it came to everyone. Why she was so adamant about keeping everyone at a distance. "Don't worry. Secrets are safe with me." He added, giving her a soft grin despite her demeanor. He could feel the anger in her words and didn't want to push her. So when she moved to put the disc back in, he leaned back in his chair.

The acoustics in the room allowed for the noise to reverberate, sinking in as he hummed along with the music. But after a while he opened his eyes, looking over to catch her glare. "Jo... if you really don't want to sit and stay, you don't have to..." He explained giving her a light grin. "I was just curious is all."

[comeandgetit6]

[tyler-smithx]

Hrm...

Wassamatter? Did I sleep through something?

[thenextjoanofarc-blog]

Medication || Jo & Tyler

[thenextjoanofarc-blog]

Joanna had closed her eyes to more fully enjoy the music. Close as she was to the speakers, keeping them as loud as she dared and getting as close as she could to make them seem even louder, she didn’t hear it or notice it when there was suddenly someone also joining her to enjoy Jackie Evancho’s new album with her.

The album finished and silence filled the room. As close as she was, she could hear the whirling of the machine as it looked for a new CD, as it was able to hold seven or eight discs at one time. Taking a moment to really let the music fade from her, she took a deep breath and got up to take the disk out of the player.

She never turned around and never knew someone was behind her. She worked quietly wit the same expression of quiet, melancholy contemplation on her face. It wasn’t until she turned around to leave that she spotted someone with her and froze.

Her face hardened so fast it was as if the half glare, half shocked look that she threw him was always there. It was so fast that, unless someone had seen the other face for more than two seconds, it would have been probably discarded of her actually even having that face. She stared at him hard as she held the album still in her hand.

"How long have you been there?" she asked flatly after a tense pause.

[tyler-smithx]

As she turned and spotted him, he had his head on his arms. He didn't say a word at first, but instead stood and recounted the lyrics he'd first walked in on softly: "Je t'ai volé ce sang/ Qu'on aurait pas dû partager/ A bout de mots, de rêves/ Je vais crier..." Before he came to a stop just a few steps from her. "So to translate.... long enough." He murmured, keeping his hands in his pockets. "Don't worry. I won't tell a soul about your love for opera." He joked lightly.

He took a seat in a chair not too far from her. "Her voice is lovely... I don't think I've heard her before. Would it be alright if I heard another song by her?" He asked quietly. He was approaching everything tentatively. He knew she was likely to go off on him. But still, he was going to put his best foot forward in getting to know her.

[thenextjoanofarc-blog]

Medication || Jo & Tyler

Joanna was in the band room this sleepless night. She, of course, had a list of things she could take to help her sleep dreamlessly, but she already had a list of medications she was suppose to be taking every day compared to the ones for sleeplessness that were optional. She hated taking the medicine she had (which is why she didn’t). She wasn’t going to add to it for some dreams that couldn’t even hurt her.

But it was not silent in the room. Pouring out of one of the sound systems was the operatic music of one Jackie Evancho. Her newest album had come out recently and Joanna was taking a moment to listen and enjoy it. Evancho, for several reasons, was one of the few artist that she and her two voices could agree on. And much like a savage, snarling, violent beast, Joanna was calmed when she listened to Evancho’s voice folding around her. Evancho’s songs were a better medication than anything her doctor could prescribe.

Evancho always took Joanna away from it all, and yet, helped her get through it. Currently, she was speaking in French and singing the song Je T’aime which Jo knew translated into I love you. The French language always made Jo feel better. She never heard it nearly as often as she would have liked anymore. But now that it was coupled with the bittersweet melody of Jackie Evancho’s signature style, Jo found she could more easily face her loneliness and heartbreak over Trix and so, with her back turned to the door in case anyone came in, let silent tears slide down her face.

[tyler-smithx]

The thing about people, Tyler had found, was that there was always something more than met the eye to just about everyone he'd met. And no one confounded him the way that Jo did. For someone who was so blatantly standoff-ish, he wanted to know more about her. He wanted to see more of her. Of course he could've always gotten her to stand beside him in a mirror somehow... but that was far too easy. He wanted her to talk to him. Hell if he knew why. She just seemed like someone with a great story.

As most nights went, especially between Tyler and Cyrus, he found himself wandering through the halls late at night unable to find peace with sleep. Not needing a whole ton of it, it gave him the opportunity to practice his dancing in quiet solace to beautiful music. So when he heard Opera coming from a room, he raised a brow in quiet curiosity. Naturally, it also rallied him to investigate. Silently, he made his way in, surprised to find Jo there. And what surprised him even more was the look on her face.

In their sadness, the Mirror knew better than anyone that broken people were most beautiful in their own right. So taking a seat, he simply watched, taking in the music and the lack of anger that was almost always painted upon the girls face. He wouldn't interrupt her solace with his words, or even his nosiness. He would wait til' she caught sight of him. At which point, he suspected, she'd chuck something at his head.

[flyinghighwithmax-blog]

28 days ‘til Halloween.

I’m ready for candy, hell yeah.

[tyler-smithx]

[fairasthelily]

Thanks!

I don’t think so. I’m Lily.

[tyler-smithx]

Well, Lily... [He spun her into his arms, laughtng]

It's awesome to meet someone who loves to dance like I do. Where the hell have you been hiding. Everyone else hates it.

[boyspoiled]

[flailingprotector-deactivated20]

I— of course I’m complaining about all this bloody homework. I leave for a week and I swear this is almost double the workload per night compared to last year.

[tyler-smithx]

Listen, two years ago, it was worse. Way worse. Come on, just tell me what you're having trouble with. I can help. Or cheer you on. Whichever.

[cyrusthegrim]

Cyrus put his book down and stared at his roommate’s hand and then his face. He gave Tyler a stern look. “I can’t dance. I have the coordination of a drunk squirrel.”

[tyler-smithx]

Tyler laughed at the comment, his face lighting up again. "Cyrus, I'm going to explain it to you like this. If you can have sex, and I am pretty sure you can, you can dance."

[thenextjoanofarc-blog]

[the alcove in which Jo sat was not that large. When he sat behind her, she stopped playing and moved away from him, across the hall to an alcove across from where she was first playing. She sat down again, adjusted slightly, then began to play again]

Good for the two of you then.

[tyler-smithx]

[For a moment Tyler stared in quiet thought and wonder, his smile still ever apparent on his face. Biting his lip, he finally spoke up.] Did I do something to make you not like me?

[fairasthelily]

Nice moves!

[tyler-smithx]

Woo! Hey, you're not so bad yourself.

Have we met?

[callmejune-deactivated20220527]

It’s not complicated. It’s just time consuming. I have to look up all these statistics about things and…you know it doesn’t really matter. What are you doing here?

[tyler-smithx]

Me? Needed some new books to read. I see Cyrus reading all the time and I wanna get to learn a bit more. He's literally like... the smartest guy in school. Real nice too. I got lucky for a roomie.