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PostSubject: Re: the best thing 'bout tonight that's we're not fighting --- [quibs]   Mon Jul 07, 2014 10:12 am

tiberius winters - - - - -

Tiberius, no doubt, was a privileged boy in the eyes of some. In the eyes of others, he was a less fortunate boy with nothing to call his own. But Ty didn’t know which one to believe or not. Sure, he could play chess and write like somebody from the victorian ages, but that wouldn’t really get him ahead in life. However, he did know how to get what he wanted, that is to say, if he knew what he wanted. When Tibs looked at Quinn, looked at the life she had before her linage ruined it, he had no doubt in his mind that she was a privileged girl. Maybe it was because his family life was less than ideal, maybe it was because Ty didn’t actually know the meaning of family, or maybe he’d just always wanted what others had. So he couldn’t understand why she wasn’t happy for her mother or why she would just continue to cut up her meat like it was somebody’s heart. In any event, Tibs didn’t call her out on it, partly because he didn’t want to draw unwanted attention to her and partly because the less she ate the more he got and so technically both the demigods benefitted. 

He could feel her staring at him as she talked, and Tiberius kept cool as he calmly remarked back with a placid smile on his china face. “Chess is a wonderful academia activity to pursue. It is a shame that others do not share the fondness that I have for it. Maybe someday I will teach Quinn to play it, and she might be almost as good as I am.” It was an odd thing to say, considering that Quinn didn’t actually look at him while she said it, but Ty still felt the need to defend the game. Next to Quinn, chess held a special place in his heart, although Susan was quickly scaling the ladder and he wondered if someday he’d love the cat more than he loved the girl next to him. That probably wouldn’t happen, they would probably die before they were old enough to leave camp, most demigods did. Tibs kept eating his food; it really was delicious, he didn’t lie about that. Even so, he just saw how Quinn had no desire to eat anything set out on the table in front of her, and needless to say Ty was worried about her. He knew that one night of skipping dinner wasn’t going to kill her, and he would know because back at home he usually went to bed without supper, courtesy of his ever loving father. But they hadn’t exactly had a four star, five course meal in the car on the drive here. 

“Oh, so you’re a man of science?” Tiberius asked Mr. Burke, even more fascinated by the man. He found him to be delightful, animated, and involved in the lives of those he cared about. Under other circumstances, Ty believed that he and Mr. Burke could hold a long conversation. That is, if Quinn wasn’t around stabbing her meat with the silver fork. “Actually I haven’t. I was thinking about going to college at Yale or Stanford. I’m planning on going into medicine or pre-law.” Of course, these dreams had been crushed the moment Tibs realised he was a demigod, and that death was basically just around the corner. He knew now that if he went to college, he’d just be putting both his life and the lives of others at stake, and that was something he was not willing to do.
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PostSubject: Re: the best thing 'bout tonight that's we're not fighting --- [quibs]   Mon Jul 07, 2014 10:10 pm



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Quinn prodded her dinner for a few more moments, her silverware occasionally scratching against the pale surface of her mother's delicate plate. It was strange how much emotions effected the seemingly cold demigod. Her happiness, sadness, and anger often revolved around those who she cared for and trusted. She was only content when all of her pawns or friends were alined correctly, allowing for her to do as she pleased. Looking at her mother, currently holding hands with her boyfriend, the science extraordinaire, she felt less than content. Soon her plate was bare, and her stomach tying itself in knots as she witnessed her mother's face light up with happiness.

Hearing an excessive amount of large words spill from Ty's mouth, she merely chuckled, staring down at her hands crossed in her lap like the good girl she wasn't. Being calm and orderly wasn't in Quinn's personality. She was destructive and impulsive, born to destroy everything she touched. Like, fire, she burned bright enough to burn, but never go out. The demigod hoped to be the kind of immortal she heard about in stories she skimmed to make herself fall asleep. Quinn Taylors wouldn't ever admit to reading fantasies late at night. Queens and knights were never something she thought of putting her time into, but the idea of escaping her deadly reality, even if only for a moment, was too hard to pass up.

She nearly groaned when Tiberius replied to Mr. Burke's answer. Of all occupations, why did he have to be a professor? Quinn guessed getting her friend back on her side would be difficult. Glancing over at him, she noticed how interested he seemed in the man, whom she had grown to hate very quickly. The demigod blinked back down at her plate, forcing her curious thoughts to the back of her mind. Yale, Stanford, a future... it all seemed fake and unrealistic in the average life span of a demigod. "I'll bring out the dessert!" Stella chimed, stepping out to the kitchen. Matthew chuckled at the teenager's response, nodding like he expected that remark. "Good for you, son." Quinn's mother returned carrying a large, fancy looking glass, filled with sweet fruits and whipped cream. "It's apple crisp," she explained, fixing it in the middle of the table. The demigod's heart sank at the mention of the dessert. This wasn't just any dessert, it was the kind her mother fixed her whenever she had a rotten day. Only, this wasn't Stella's cooking, it was Matthew's.
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PostSubject: Re: the best thing 'bout tonight that's we're not fighting --- [quibs]   Wed Jul 09, 2014 9:21 am

tiberius winters - - - - -

Tiberius couldn’t deny that he found Mr. Burke absolutely fascinating. For one, he was a man of science and fact, which is what the boy had admired when he’d found out that the world was actually full of magic and fables and myths. Ty didn’t like fantasy stories all that much. He thought they were untrue, not very useful, and they gave you false hope. Well, the demigod was tired of always having false hope, as it really got him nowhere except closer to heart ache and depression. Tibs had tons of false hope when it concerned Quinn and him, thinking that when they hung out again, that could be the time where he could openly admit his feelings without any sort of fear. Sometimes he wished Quinn would just say I love you to him everyday, instead of when one or both of them were dying, and even then she’d failed to say it. That was why Tiberius Winters was also a man of science, not only because he enjoyed that sort of thing, but also because magic and fantasy had hurt him in the long run, and he was used to cold hard facts. It could also be partly contributed to the was that Bradley had raised him, teaching him that the only things that mattered in life were money and manners, and everything else was unimportant. His father had taught him to put his ambitions before his own family, but Ty, being the kind and good and gentle soul that he was, couldn’t do that. 

Another reason Tibs liked Mr. Burke so much was that the man was such a good cook. He was a little irked now by the fact that Quinn hadn’t even bothered to try anything, but it wasn’t that big an issue. This was supposed to be a happy dinner - well, dessert now - and Quinn would only kill him later on that night if he mentioned her not eating in front of her mother and her mother’s boyfriend. Tiberius, despite only meeting Quinn's mother once, was happy for her. He wondered if this is what is father felt like when he met Lucy, as if the flame in his cold dark heart had been restored to a warm and loving, strong beating organ. How easily you could regain a true love, and how easily you forgot your former flame. Ty knew he could never find another person to love as much as Quinn Taylors, even if she was a burning flame that melted everything in her path. It felt wrong to love another person once you found the one. If he thought about it long and hard enough, Ty could see now why Quinn didn’t like Mr. Burke. And really he couldn’t blame her. At that moment, the demigod felt ashamed that he had taken such a shining, and retreated back into his mind, eating the apple crisp after saying ‘thank you’ to both adults in the room. 

After dinner was over, Tibs went back downstairs, still endlessly circling his thoughts, wondering how he could so animatedly talk to Mr. Burke, practically adore the man, and be ignorant to Quinn. Quinn, who had brought him here on a whim. Quinn, who was basically his everything. Quinn, who he would die for. Without so much as a smile on his face, Ty laid on the mattress as Susan came and laid on his chest, and he stroked her while she purred. “At least one of us is happy, right?” He softly chuckled, scratching the cat behind the ears. When Quinn came down, the demigod stared at the ceiling, swallowing the lump in his throat. “I’m an idiot and a fool. You can punch me, gods know I deserve it.” Maybe Tiberius was taking it a little too hard on himself, but he usually did. Metal was hard and cold and unforgiving, and that was what he was to himself internally; Hard, Cold, and Unforgiving.
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PostSubject: Re: the best thing 'bout tonight that's we're not fighting --- [quibs]   Wed Jul 09, 2014 6:40 pm



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Quinn's stomach reminded her that yes, she was hungry, and that yes, she liked apple crisp so she should eat some. As the large bowl was passed around, she took a helping big enough to cover a third of her plate. Her eyes flicked up to her mother as she passed the apple crisp to Ty, searching Stella's face for any emotion on the subject of Quinn's favorite dessert. She adored apples, and her mother knew that, but the girl didn't see anything special in her dull eyes. The conversation hushed once more as everyone ate their dessert in near silence. The buzz of the air conditioner filled her ears, keeping her mind off the fact that she was betraying her previous promise to never, under any circumstance, trust Matthew Burke. However, now it seemed like she had no choice, because most of the dessert was gone from her place and on it's way to digestion. Exhaling, Quinn wished it had been apple turnovers instead. Those weren't her first favorite, and would've made her feel far less guilty, compared to her mother's (previously) signature dish.

After the two teenagers were excused, Stella informed Quinn that the sheets, blankets and pillows were inside a closet downstairs. The demigod also learned that Mr. Burke would be staying overnight and joining them on their trip to the Black Hills. She would've rushed after Tiberius to lecture him about how horrible her mother's new boyfriend really was, but she was still hungry and needed a snack in case she woke up at night hungry. Soon she was headed down the stairs with a red apple clenching in one hand, her nails already digging into its ruby skin. Her eyes locked on the form of Tiberius, staring at the ceiling, noting the affectionate Susan sprawled out on his chest. Quinn felt a twang of jealously rush through her, but she paused that thought and listened to him speak, resisting the pressing urge to roll her eyes. "Maybe later," she responded, still stiffening her grip on the red fruit in her hand.

Noticing the claw marks she had indented into the apple, Quinn set it on the coffee table of the room, making her way to the closet. Upon opening the closet, she noted the pinkish color of the sheets, and the vanilla smell they emitted. These belonged to her. The feeling of the cotton fabric pained her, but she lugged out the bed sheets and blankets none the less, making her face disappear under a mountain of pink, yellow and orange. "Do these smell good?" she asked, tossing an orange and pink swirled blanket at Ty's feet. "It's what my room in Pennsylvania smelled like," Quinn added softly, applying the pale pink colored sheet to the corner of the mattress. Hopefully she could avoid the subject of Mr. Burke for as long as physically possible.
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PostSubject: Re: the best thing 'bout tonight that's we're not fighting --- [quibs]   Thu Jul 10, 2014 9:47 pm

tiberius winters - - - - -

To say that Tiberius felt guilty was an understatement. Well, not really guilty so much as horrible. He’d ignored Quinn during dinner, which was probably not a good thing considering how she acted before they went inside the house. She obviously didn’t like Mr. Burke, and Ty should have seen that. He always prided himself on knowing Quinn inside and out, but clearly he didn’t know enough about her. The demigod felt sick to his stomach, but it was out of wrongdoing more than overeating the roast or apple crisp. It was really quite good, better than what he got at camp at least. Ty sat up and looked at the ruby red apple in Quinn's hands, little claw marks showing the yellow flesh underneath. “My gods,” He said nervously, trying to diffuse the tension because he didn’t want to talk about dinner. It was a disaster. “you keep eating apples you’ll turn into one.” In all things good and heavenly that was the most lame thing Tibs could have ever said, but he was a lame person. He could never figure out what the right time to say something was, or even the right thing to say. He nodded, his grey eyes downcast because Ty couldn’t look Quinn in the eye. “Yeah, later sounds good.” He whispered softly, knowing that he’d still get punished. 

The son of love was still very apprehensive about sharing a bed with Quinn. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust her or that he didn’t like her anymore. He just knew that he’d probably regret this in the near future, and this memory would become tainted and torturous like humans that spend too much time in hell, eventually becoming demons. And how was Tibs supposed to act? Stiff? As if all his bones and muscles were frozen rubber bands, and if he moved he’d snap and shatter into a million pieces? Or was it considered normal to cuddle with her, play with her hair and tell her how much he loved her? Ty had seen that in some romantic (or romantic comedy, he wasn’t picky. Although he didn’t get most of the humour.) movies he watched, as it was a guilty pleasure of his. However, he didn’t think Quinn would like that very much. When she tossed him the light rose coloured blanket, Tiberius wrapped himself in it, as if he could disappear completely. The fabric was soft and cool to the touch, and he could name the material off the top of his head instinctively. Susan padded over to Ty, and he caught her in the mountain of blankets, trapping her with him. “Susan says they smell nice. I think they do too.” 

After giving Susan the cat a static look to her fur, Tibs got off the mattress and started to help Quinn make the bed. It went faster if there was two people, and Ty wanted the sheets to have no creases and wrinkles. It had to be absolutely perfect. Back at camp, his bed in his cabin was neatly made very morning, and so was his bed at home. Tiberius didn’t like messes, though you couldn’t tell that on his nights of madness, where papers and books and wooden chess pieces were strewn across the room like a tornado had swept through it and destroyed everything in five seconds flat. At one point during their task, Ty looked at Quinn in the eye, trying to see whether she was angry or sad or disappointed in him. But he didn’t figure it out, because he was afraid of having to have a conversation with her again, and eye contact was the first step towards talking out their feelings.
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PostSubject: Re: the best thing 'bout tonight that's we're not fighting --- [quibs]   Fri Jul 11, 2014 11:42 am



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Quinn caught Ty's comment about apples, and glanced over at her uneaten one atop the coffee table. She hadn't realized how hard she had been gripping it, as she unknowingly flicked the peel's residue out from under her fingernails. "Maybe I like apples," she reasoned, creaking open the closet's door. 'Right now, I'd take being the apple,' the demigod thought bitterly, as she grabbed the sheets from the shelves. One of the reasons she had grabbed such a small and plain snack was because, a) it wasn't made by Matthew Burke and b) she actually liked apples. As she completed grabbing the sheets (the pillows were still in there), she heard Tiberius's whisper about 'later'. In all honesty, she wasn't in the mood to be angry. She felt guilty, as if she had somehow forced her mother to move on. Feelings were hard to translate for Quinn Taylors, and she didn't plan on executing her feelings anytime soon. If anything, she felt numb and sore.

A wisp of a smile passed onto her face as he said that her blanket smelled good. Quinn remembered that to be her nightmare blanket when she was young. Stella used to say that nightmares didn't like pink, and would leave her alone if she slept with it. The demigod hoped it still worked. Flicking her golden eyed gaze up for a moment, she saw Susan scamper off with her hair standing on edge. It would be humorous to most, even she, but she wasn't in the mood to laugh about the cat she had stuck in a trunk for two hours. Her mood was more dreary, as if the fire in her eyes had been put out by a cause other than her own. Some might mistake it for tiredness, but Quinn doubted that Ty would. At least, she didn't want him to. The demigod charged him with the nearly impossible task of understanding how the unpredictably explosive Quinn Taylors worked. She had complete and utter faith in him.

The pale rose colored sheets were soon placed tightly and evenly across the springy mattress, without any wrinkles thanks to Tiberius. Her bed at camp would never be this neat, there was always a corner undone or a comforter bunched up in the pastel colored room. Quinn's eyes caught his for a moment, as she fought back a pained expression, hastily reaching for the next sheet. "I'm fine," she stiffly stated. "Not Susan fine, but - I'm okay." Staring down at the sheet in her hand, the teenager shakily exhaled. She was by no one's definition, fine. She felt replaced, and the worst fact may be that she didn't know how to get rid of the feeling. Her methods, such as moving on and forgetting, wouldn't work for her own mother. As vile and bitter as Quinn Taylors could get, she would never be able to replace her mother. "I'm not fine," she whispered, tucking the sheet along the edge of the bed. "Not when she... it's like I didn't even need to be here. She's got someone else now." Tears blurred her vision as she scratched out the last sentence, a hand quickly coming up to wipe them away. She had cried in front of Tiberius before, but she didn't fancy doing it again anytime soon.
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PostSubject: Re: the best thing 'bout tonight that's we're not fighting --- [quibs]   Fri Jul 11, 2014 5:40 pm

tiberius winters - - - - -

Tiberius admired the work he had done, proud of another bed well made. Surprisingly, it wasn’t Bradley that taught him to make beds like this, all perfect and no wrinkles in it. That was Lucy, his stepmother. She had enforced bed making by the time the teenager was three, and by four he’d mastered it and did it everyday. Ty had shrugged at the comment about the apples, not really knowing what to say. He knew that Quinn was upset over dinner, and it was probably at him. It felt like her fiery anger was directed at him, poised to shoot him straight through the heart and leave third degree burns. It felt like Tibs was walking on weak wooden beams, and if he didn’t tread lightly enough or stepped on the wrong part that he’d fall into a pit of flames, licking his skin like deadly helllhounds. At least if they dealt with the dinner issue later Tibs could figure out how to diffuse the ticking bomb that was Quinn Taylors. 

The pink blanket was placed on top of the sheets, like a crowning glory. It was something that Tiberius would have picked for his own daughter’s room if he had one. He had often imagined having a family of his own, children to adore and love and care for, although Ty feared he’d turn out just like his father. Besides, he had thought bitterly whenever he envisioned offspring, you won’t live long enough to have them, coward. Maybe, though, because Tibs was a coward he’d live to have children, maybe even grandchildren if he was lucky. He shook those thoughts from his mind, fascinated that a thing such as a rose coloured blanket could bring dreams of the future. Tiberius looked at Quinn, concern evident on his pretty face. She couldn’t have been tired, he concluded, because she wasn’t showing any signs of fatigue. The light in her eyes had seemed to dim, which could only mean she was sad. “Oh Quinn,” The teenager said softly, wishing she wouldn’t put all the weight of the world on her shoulders. One person could only hold so much, Ty had found that out the hard way. 

But the boy frowned as the girl said she was fine. He shook his head, disappointed in the reassurance. Tibs was sick and tired of Quinn lying to him about her feelings, because in most cases he was an idiot that deserved to be hurt or called names, but when it came to talking out problems and circumstances you would otherwise hope to avoid, Ty was wise and was always going to be there for her. It made him feel like Quinn didn’t trust him enough to tell him the truth. “Please don’t lie to me. I know that you are not.” Tibs said, taking the sheet from her and continuing to make the bed as she echoed his thoughts. He needed something to do with his hands to occupy his mind, because otherwise he would have hugged her or the cat, which wasn’t the point of tonight. Then he saw a tear on her face, but it was quickly wiped away and Ty didn’t say anything, but he smiled comfortingly instead, letting Quinn know silently that she could cry in front of him and he wouldn’t think any less of her. In fact, he would think she’d be strong, because strong people weren’t afraid to break down in front of their trusted companions. “You are her daughter. Of course she needed you here. Matthew could never replace you, her own flesh and blood.” Feelings and precautions be damned, Tiberius went over and hugged Quinn, stroking her hair. It was short contact, as the boy didn’t want to be rejected, and he quickly went back to making the bed, not looking her in the any like had done before, pretending that had not happened.
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PostSubject: Re: the best thing 'bout tonight that's we're not fighting --- [quibs]   Sun Jul 13, 2014 11:09 pm



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Quinn looked down at the pastel sheets, smoothing corners and tightening blankets. Each time she moved it, something else shifted, making it imperfect. She frowned down at it, frustrated that she couldn't even make a bed properly. Ever since meeting Tiberius, she had been driven to change her destructive ways for the better. If fire could light pathways, cauterize wounds, and keep others warm, so could she. The switch from dark to light had been more difficult than she anticipated, and Quinn was constantly dealing with her demons of selfishness and perfectionism. She had given it an honesty try, but no matter how hard she did, the flames always seemed to consume her again; little things such as new family members and alliances threatened her course to goodness. The path to a new Quinn Taylors wasn't an easy one. It had twists and turns that dizzied the demigod to new levels of confusion.

She wasn't afraid though, she would drag Ty along with her, no matter the shape her hellish reconstruction took. If anyone could help her, it was him. Her unspoken faith in him was something Quinn never doubted. She caught his smile and laughed softly, shifting her focus back to the sheets. Sometimes she wondered if she could ever do half of what he did for her. His calm words didn't make her feel better, as she remembered her anger. Making a fist, she exhaled, tempted to punch the air out of frustration. "No, but - she moved on," the demigod murmured. "Without telling me." Her words tasted like acid in her mouth, and she needed to get rid of them. Wiping the corner of her mouth, Quinn exhaled once more. "She - Oh." Her words slipped back into her mouth as  he hugged her. The fire's flames started again, as she leaned against him, robbed of his comfort a few moments later.

Her golden brown eyes stared at him for a moment as he went back to making the bed. A pouty expression fixed on her lips as she took steps nearer to him, ducking under his arms to meet his chest once more as she pressed her face into the crook of his neck, hot tears threatening to sprinkle down her face. Quinn wrapped her arms around his waist, sniffling as she straightened up, the back of her calves hitting the mattress. "Next time you do that, you shouldn't let go," she advised, her voice quivering as the first tear streaked down her cheek. Quinn didn't ask his permission to cry into his shirt, she just did. It was, after all, the demigod's way of doing things. Asking permission took too much time. "I - I just ... she didn't see to care if I cared." The teenager took a shaky breath. "And I do care, a lot."
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PostSubject: Re: the best thing 'bout tonight that's we're not fighting --- [quibs]   Tue Jul 15, 2014 12:06 am

tiberius winters - - - - -

Ty could tell that Quinn was getting frustrated with the fact that she couldn’t make the bed smooth and perfect. So he smiled softly, and gently took over, tucking in the sheets so it was like smooth glass rather than unwrinkled fabrics. There were some nights where even he couldn’t do this, when everything was just too much. The boy didn’t really sleep those nights either, and it showed the next morning with dark circles and purple bags. Hopefully that wouldn’t happen tonight, and Tibs didn’t think it would because there would have been signs. Anxiety, his ADHD acting up, and when he tried to read the words they’d dance off the page like ballerinas twirling in the Sydney opera house. Tiberius went over the covers with his hand, feeling the soft cotton and filling the air with lovely fragrances. The blankets really did smell nice, and secretly Ty wanted to steal one to take home with him, but he knew scents didn’t last forever. Nothing did, really. Even metal, tough and strong, was bound to wear down into tiny grey shavings in the end. Fiery flames were also doomed to shrink smaller and smaller, the light it radiated growing dimmer and dimmer until it was all just ash and weak smoke. You couldn’t keep everything forever, not even nice smelling blankets and loved ones. 

Then came the harsh words, and Tibs knew that he wasn’t going to convince Quinn to see it the way he did. Of course he wanted Mrs. Taylors and Mr. Burke to love each other, he was the son of Aphrodite for gods sake! Ty wanted to plan their wedding, make it the best day for the both of them, also he’d never actually tell Quinn that. She’d have his head if he did. But he could see that those two really loved each other, and he wished Quinn would stop being stubborn and see it that way too. He walked over and gently grabbed Quinn’s clenched fist, pressing her knuckles to his lips for just a moment before lowering them. Ty worked on unfurling her fingers softly and quietly, making sure not to use force. “It sounds to me like you don’t want her to be happy. I realise you probably don’t mean it that way but you give off this energy that makes it seem like you want your mother to be lonely. Quinn, what did you want her to do exactly? Ask for your permission to date? Have her write an essay on how much she loves the guy and how he’d make her happy?” Talking about this made Tiberius angrier, and he would have raised his voice a bit if he weren’t in a strangers house. “It’s her life, she doesn’t have to run everything by you first.” Letting go of Quinn’s hand, he ran his own through his thick black hair, exhaling and biting his lip. “I apologise. Tiberius Winters, son of Aphrodite, defender of love. Perhaps you’ve heard of me?” 

And as Tibs turned around to inspect the bed again, just so he didn’t have to hold this conversation for any longer, Quinn hugged him again. Ty was surprised, because she hardly showed any affection towards him. But he didn’t stand there like a frozen ice-cicle, rather he leaned into her embrace, holding her softly against him. There wasn’t any heated kisses or crushing hugs, like this would be the last time they’d ever get to hold each other. Tiberius was simply trying to make Quinn feel better, as he normally did. “I’m just afraid that if I don’t let go you’ll reject me.” He said quietly, almost to the point where even he couldn’t hear that sentence himself. There was wetness on his shirt, and Tibs realised that Quinn was crying into his shirt. It was a pity, because this was one of Ty’s favourite sweaters, and he felt annoyance but wouldn’t show it. The last thing his best friend needed was more sadness and anger. So he lifted her chin up and smiled, trying to cheer her up. Ty wiped away her tears with the pad of his thumb. “I know you care. I know you do. But your mother doesn’t know what you’re feeling, she doesn’t know how much you care about her and your relationship with her.” Tiberius kissed the top of her head, stroking the waterfall of blonde hair that fell down her back, and together they swayed from foot to foot in their own little oblivion.
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PostSubject: Re: the best thing 'bout tonight that's we're not fighting --- [quibs]   Sat Jul 26, 2014 7:52 pm



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Quinn wasn't sure how she would've taken the situation if she was in Tiberius' shoes. She wasn't really one for empathizing, she felt better when people tried to understand her, not the other way around. Fire didn't have time to calculate how it was burning, what type of energy it used, or what it was giving off into it's environment. She was more concerned with bright, active things, like light, sounds and movements. Things that she could see. Anything else was either too difficult or unnecessary to matter to the impatient daughter of Apollo. Unless it involved fantasies, with happy endings and wishes that would always come true. She made time for that, no matter how unrealistically Utopian that world could get. As a bright burning individual, she used only the quickest things, the most interesting things, the most unreal of things, to deal with in everyday life. Surely Tiberius Winters didn't fit into any of those categories, but she adored him none the less.

Anger still surged through her veins as she felt his lips pressed to her knuckles. The small touch sent a surge of energy through her, igniting each nerve in her body on fire. She relaxed, allowing him to unclench her tight fingers. Just after he released her hand, it quickly tightened up at his words, the reasoning igniting her hatred again. "No - gods, no I just - it hurts," the demigod breathed out, her words becoming lost on her tongue. His last statement hit her hard. She was aware of her selfishness, (hadn't ever done anything about it, though) but never realized that she sounded like a little kid when speaking of her mother's endeavors. Quinn expected an apology, it was in his nature, after all. "Yeah, she muttered, her gaze dropping to the sheets.

Then came the hugging, not the usual teenage embraces that were soul-crushing and filled with desperate and cliche words of longing - but a soft hug. While it wasn't Quinn's usual forte, she still appreciated a shoulder to cry into as she let her mind wander over memories in self pity. "You're stuck with me," she muttered into the fabric of his sweater. Melting under his touch once more, she looked up at him as the tears were removed from her vision, sharpening the image of Ty. "Oh, right." She exhaled, looking down at the pattern on his sweater. "I guess I should just go have a talk with her, using I - Messages and feelings," the demigod responded sarcastically, raising an eyebrow at the son of Aphrodite. Swaying with him, she was tempted to escape to get ready for bed then and there, but she didn't. Quinn stayed, nuzzling her head back into the crook of his neck and continued to be the kind of girl that was exclusive to Tiberius Winters.

After another few moments, she untied her arms from him and shuffled over to her suitcase, careful not to disturb the bedding. Grabbing her pajamas and other toiletries, she walked back into the basement's bathroom, located across from the couch - bed. "I'll be right out,"' Quinn called before locking the door behind her. She emerged after a few more minutes, clad in a black tank top and pink shorts, with her hair in a high bun. "It's freezing in here," she noted, crossing her arms over her chest to retain heat.
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PostSubject: Re: the best thing 'bout tonight that's we're not fighting --- [quibs]   Mon Jul 28, 2014 11:30 am

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Tiberius Winters was not a man of many talents. He couldn’t draw like Van Gogh, sculpt like Michelangelo, or sing like Caruso. He couldn’t do any sports whatsoever, and it was a miracle in itself that he didn’t get killed his very first battle. Really, Ty was pretty much useless in every way. Except, of course, when it came to Quinn. The demigod liked to think he knew Quinn well enough to comfort her, he liked to think she trusted him with her life. That was stretching it a bit, because Ty didn’t even trust himself with his own life, and if  Quinn had that faith in him then they were both as good as dead. The boy wasn’t a fighter, he was a lover, a stereotypical Aphrodite in the sense that he wouldn’t fight any battles unless for selfish gain. Quinn was his selfish gain. If there was some way to protect her, to make her a better person, than Tiberius would march into war just for her knowing full well he could die. He did everything for her, and standing here, hugging her as if he was trying to tape her shedding facade back together, was nothing out of the ordinary. “Of course it hurts.” Ty said, sincerity in his soft melted silver eyes. “It is supposed to hurt. You’re losing someone you relied on your whole life to another person that you’ve only just met. But that’s okay because there’s always going to be another person out there to catch you when you fall.” The demigod meant himself, obviously, because he would always be there for Quinn no matter what. However, he knew she was brilliant enough to figure that out all in her own time. There wasn’t a need to rush this relationship, despite what Ty’s heart said. His stupid beating half-frozen beating heart wanted to tell Quinn how much he loved her and how he’d never let her go no matter what. 

When they hugged and she spoke, Ty smiled, eyes closed. He loved just holding her in his arms like this, loved just standing there, pretending that the future was nothing and the past didn’t matter in any way shape or form. When Tiberius hugged Quinn he could forget everything he had endured. His father, being kidnapped, the ZA, being kidnapped again and almost being killed  by Kronos’ followers. That didn’t matter when he held her in his arms. She was his beacon, his everything, and he loved every second of hugging her. “Je ne voudrais pas être coincé avec quelqu'un d’autre” Ty whispered in french, not knowing that he had done so. There were three emotions where the boy spoke french; Anger, fear, and agonising affection. He wasn’t going to apologise to Quinn for speaking in a different language, she had to have been used to it by now. He laughed softly at the sarcastic remark Quinn made. “I’d like to see that. The mighty Quinn speaking a very formal I-message. ‘Mother dear, I feel incredibly hurt when you date one Mr. Burke. I would like it if you would stop because I asked you too. You’re loving, gorgeous, brilliant daughter, Quinn Taylors.’ Oh that will be the day.” Tibs thought he was funny, he probably wasn’t. They dived back into silence as they just stood there, and Tiberius wouldn’t have it any other way. He knew that eventually they would have to let go of each other and go to sleep, but when that happened he would fight tooth and nail to stop it. 

However they broke apart after what seemed like milliseconds to Ty, and then Quinn announced she was going to the bathroom to change, leaving Tibs to gaze after her, wondering how he could get her to hug him like that again. While waiting for her to come out of the bathroom, Tiberius laid on the bed, gazing up at the ceiling while twisting the ring on his finger. It wasn’t just a random piece of jewellery, it was his weapon. If he took it off, it would morph into a double sided scythe that was able to destroy almost monster that came his way. One side was celestial bronze, the other half steel. The demigod hoped he wouldn’t have to use it while on vacation, but it was better to be safe than sorry. When Quinn came back out in her pyjamas, he glanced at her, not moving from his spot on the bed. “If you’re cold there’s a great thing called blankets. They’re magic because they warm you up. You should try them sometime.” He still wanted to hug her again, but that was over now for gods knows how long. Tibs would take what he could get.
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PostSubject: Re: the best thing 'bout tonight that's we're not fighting --- [quibs]   Sun Aug 03, 2014 10:42 pm



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Quinn inhaled the scent of Tiberius, pressing her face against the nape of his neck, right into the fabric of his sweater. In her previous relationships, she never had moments like this. Sure, the passionate kisses were vaguely similar, but the contact wasn't the same. Before, she used physical contact to fill a void inside of her selfish soul, to make up for the fact that she hadn't experienced true friendship in all of her seventeen years. The demigod would have never expected her relief to come in a package lined with chess pieces and manners. Listening to his soft spoken words, she was tempted to fire back angry comments. She wasn't losing her mother. Quinn would fight for her, no matter how stupid and ill tempered it would make her seem. She had a fierce longing to make what was 'her's' stay her's. "Are you volunteering to catch me?" the teenager questioned coyly, a grin working its way onto her lips. Her flirtatious ways would never end, despite her constantly changing emotions that ranged from a raging stream of anger to a quiet, sobbing mess of tears. Yes, Quinn Taylors was a complex assortment of teenage hormones.

Noting the foreign language whispered against the back of her head, she smiled. The girl wouldn't ever tell him, but hearing something spoken French was somehow so much more alluring then whatever could be spoken in English, even if she didn't know what he was saying. Ty's intellect was also charming, no matter how much Quinn denied reading and knowledge. Her smile widened as he spoke of I-messages, enjoying the adjectives he used to describe her. "What was that, again?" she asked, laughing to herself. Hearing compliments roll of his tongue only made the spark inside of her chest seem to grow and flourish with delight.

Quinn was always the first to break contact, it was in her nature to destroy beautiful things, Tiberius Winters included. However, standing clad in thin fabric, she regretted her movements. Looking over at him on the bed, she shook her head. "Shut up," the demigod said with a giggle, meandering towards the couch bed. She reached for her pillow atop her suitcase and flopped it down on the previously perfect sheets, curling up in a fetal position. "Come on then," Quinn called, looking expectantly over at him. "Warm me up." To further prove her desires, she unwrapped herself from her limbs and scooted closer to him, turning over to face him with a smug expression plastered on her face.
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PostSubject: Re: the best thing 'bout tonight that's we're not fighting --- [quibs]   Mon Aug 04, 2014 11:52 am

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Ty was a man of few needs, despite coming from a wealthy, well-off family. He wasn’t like his father, who thought money was power and power was everything. The younger siblings thought that way was well, even Gabriel, whom Ty hoped to be more like him, started divulging into stocks at the age of eight, making money. But Tiberius didn’t care about money or expensive clothes imported from india. Give him a studio apartment, he was happy. Give him fruits and vegetables to eat for the rest of his life, he was content. As long as he had a couple of suits, a chess set, and some paper and quills and ink, Tiberius Winters wouldn’t complain. However, there was one thing without a doubt that he couldn’t live without and didn’t even want to try to. It was more a person than a thing really, and if you thought about it or went inside the demigods mind it was quite obvious who that person was, and it was quite cute and oh so predictable at the same time. That one person was Quinn Taylors. Tibs suspected if you tore him away from her, he’d wither and die like a flower cut off from its stem or a fish dragged out of water. It wasn’t an exaggeration at all, because when they were broken up and not even a couple, Ty felt like dying. He felt like there was nothing felt for him in the world because Quinn didn’t want him anymore. Everything they did together was like heaven to Aphrodite’s son. Even hugging was a light amongst the darkness. When Quinn spoke, the boy smiled, a warm, fuzzy feeling filling his entire chest cavity. He always felt that way when she spoke. “I volunteered for that job the moment I met you.” Ty said very sincerely, meaning every vowel and consonant. But then he realised Quinn’s tone of voice, how it sounded flirtatious and teasingly. “Oh wait was that meant to be a tease or something? I’m not good with these types of things. I’m not cool like you are. However, I do mean that. I will always catch you when you fall.”

If Tiberius could live in only one moment for the rest of his life, it would be this one. Just Quinn and him in each others arms as he thought they should be. For once the universe not trying to split them apart and allowing them this blissful moment of peace and quiet and solitude. He blushed a light pink, showing vividly across his pale complexion and Ty hoped Quinn wouldn’t notice. He always hated giving away his feelings to her, as he was afraid his feelings wouldn’t be returned. Although Tibs had started dropping little hints a couple of months ago, it seemed that she hadn’t caught on yet, or was merely ignoring the boy. That was okay, because Tibs knew in the end he’d get her. For Quinn, Tiberius Winters would wait one thousand years and more. However, at this moment in time, it seemed okay to let his guard down just this once. “I was merely complimenting you.” The demigod spoke, a little bit flustered, not wanting her to laugh at him for being so stupid and naive and sentimental. “Saying how loving and gorgeous and brilliant you are. Or, or did you mean the french? Because sometimes I just slip into it and I don’t know why or how. I can’t even remember what I said so I’m gonna shut up now, you probably don’t care.” Ty laughed off the last sentence nervously, hoping to all the gods up there (but mostly his mom because, hello, goddess of love) that he didn’t royally screw this moment all to hell. He was awkward like that, running moments that were otherwise perfect. 

As he laid on the bed, Tibs contemplated on whether he himself should change into pyjamas or not. He usually didn’t, but then again he usually didn’t have normal sleep patterns. The bed bad at camp was hardly even used, because Ty more often than not fell asleep at his desk with the lamp on, a book in his hands, and black hair obscuring his face. Because he was up late every night working, there was hardly time to change into sleeping attire, and sometimes Tibs was just too lazy or forgetful to change. He didn’t think it mattered to Quinn, and he didn’t think it should matter to Quinn. “Well I mean it’s true. That’s what blankets are for, that’s why they were invented. Usually if you are cold you use that device and wrap yourself up in it and oh look at that we’re almost touching.” Tiberius rambled while Quinn moved closer to him, and he didn’t notice until they were touching. Usually Ty would say no to both his desires and Quinn’s commands, but maybe just this once, with everything that happened to them not only tonight but over the past couple of months, he obeyed her. He always obeyed her. Tiberius wrapped his arms around Quinn, scooting her even closer to him. He didn’t know how warm he was, as his heart supplied heat and his heart was usually pretty cold as lce. “Is this any better, my fiery Queen?” Tibs asked, content so far hold her close to him for the night. Maybe sleeping together wouldn’t be as bad as he thought?
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