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PostSubject: Bottoms Up! (Ariel)   Bottoms Up! (Ariel) EmptyTue Oct 21, 2014 10:50 pm

Hunter was a little concerned that he was becoming a legitimate kleptomaniac. Because in recent weeks, the frequency of his stealing had begun to spiral slightly out of control. It had started with Henley's ingredients, had grown slightly to one or two bottles of firewhiskey - but now, with the amount of fucks that Hunter gave about getting in trouble, it had pretty much turned into a free-for-all. If he saw something in a shop that he wanted, and he could take it, he did - with the sole exception of Zonko's products, because it seemed a bit useless to steal from your own shop. There was nothing exciting about that - and that was part of the reason that Hunter enjoyed it. The adrenaline that came with those moments after he'd pocketed something was a great distraction from everything that was on his mind.

Plus, he'd accumulated a pretty decent sized collection - and that's what it was, because Hunter didn't really use any of the things that he stole. He just hung onto them until he had some extra time to deposit them in his perfect hiding spot - the Shrieking Shack. Slowly but surely, Hunter had started to fill the Shack with the trophies of his stealth - bottles of firewhiskey and butterbeer, some Quidditch gear, a set of vials, among other things. They were safe there, because nobody knew about the shack besides him. Well, him and Ariel. But in all of the times that he'd been there, he hadn't run into her once. Which meant that it was probably safe to assume that she didn't go there. What reason would she have, anyway?

Unfortunately, the adrenaline rush that came from carrying around stolen possessions always wore out far before Hunter found his way into the Shrieking Shack to drop them off. That's where the firewhiskey came in. Straight from one distraction to the next - that was pretty much the story of his life. And now, as he sat on the rickety floor of what once had been the living room of the mostly-destroyed building, the alcohol began to wrap around his brain. It was an all too familiar sensation by now, and Hunter leaned his head back against the wall behind him before raising the bottle of firewhiskey in his hand. The burning sensation didn't even phase him now, like it had the first time he'd tried it.

As it warmed him from the inside out, Hunter rested his elbows on his knees and gazed lazily around the room, which didn't quite keep up with his eyes. No matter how many times he came here, it always felt wrong. Because he'd been treating the place as his own - only it wasn't his. Not completely. It was hers, too. And no matter how much of his own shit he filled it with, Ariel always crowded his thoughts when he was there. There were plenty of places that he could go to drink. His dormitory, that hut on the grounds - the astronomy tower if it was late enough. But somewhere in the back of his mind, he must have been missing her again - enough that he stayed in the shack, just to feel the suffocating memory of when they were friends.

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PostSubject: Re: Bottoms Up! (Ariel)   Bottoms Up! (Ariel) EmptyWed Oct 22, 2014 12:12 am

Ariel had had enough. She was sick of being torn between feeling horrible and guilty, and angry and upset. She had been stewing in her dormitory for too long. Lyra had probably noticed her tension and as friendly as Ariel had tried to be to her, the girl only reminded her of her lost friend. But damn that. Hunter wasn't such a baby that he couldn't cope with a confrontation. Or was he? Was that his deal? That when he was being confronted, he absolutely had to say the worst possible thing so he'd stop being confronted? Maybe that was it?

Out of all the insane and completely ridiculous explanations Ariel had had for him talking ugly about her father -which had involved brainbugs and hallucinations- this was the most reasonable one. It was also the one that really made Ariel feel angry. Not because of what he'd said, but because he was being so stupid! And so was she. He obviously needed her right now, and hadn't he been there for her when she'd lost her father? Not that she had been anywhere near that difficult. Damn Hunter and his goddamned walls. Shuck it. Shuck it all.

Yes, Ariel had a new vocabulary. Because in her solitude, she'd been reading new books. Well, really old books, really, but her father had told her about them, and she figured, now was as good a time as any to read them. The Maze Runner series. Interesting shit. And they had cool, vocabulary. And those books had been the only goddamned things that kept her even remotely sane. Even though she had found she'd prefer being locked down in the middle of a labyrinth and lost her memories of who she was and why she was there, battling nasty monsters. She could probably do some terrific things there, being a witch and all. And all those horrible things happening in those books just had nothing on the horrible truth that was Hunter.

So, enraged and ready for a serious throwdown, Ariel rose from her bed in such a rush, she had to sit back down to get rid of the spinning sensation in her head. She then trampled down the stairs of the common room and dashed down all the steps. She knew where she was going. She'd been to the shack once. When she knew he was at work, she'd taken her time, but eventually gone down there. And the things there... Well, let's just say this was why she was even trying. He had really stooped. And Ariel was once again worried about him.

The frozen air was chilling her to the bone. She couldn't believe that it was two months ago since she talked to Hunter. Not that it had been a nice experience that she longed to remember. It had been a horrible experience that she wished she could forget. Too bad really. Why couldn't it just be the other way around? It would make the world so much better. But noooo, of course that couldn't happen. She snorted at her own thoughts and kicked a stone away from underneath the soft powder of snow. It had barely settled. She was sure it'd blow away before tomorrow. But for now, it brightened her mood in the slightest. Snow made Ariel happy. She supposed that had something to do with Darcy, but it just made her happy.

Her slightly better mood dropped the moment she was standing outside the entrance of the Shrieking Shack. She suddenly turned around and started walking back, and then stopped, feeling the tears work their way up to her eyes. This was ridiculous. And weak. She was being pathetic again. She spun on her heel and walked back to the tree, pushing a too long stick to the trunk of the tree. She watched as it stilled. And then she was down in the tunnel. She didn't remember climbing into it. Everything she did now, was a blur. Until she knocked her head, and she let out a silent gasp.

As she climbed up the trap door, she looked around. Looking the same, really. Just as dead and boring as ever. And she could hear him. She stood completely still for a moment, just listening as she heard someone drink something. She knew perfectly well what. She contemplated going back again, but her right foot took a step, even though it felt like her brain hadn't given the order. But she climbed the steps. And every freaking step made a creaking sound. Too late to go back now, huh?

She found him in the room with the broken bed. She looked at him where he sat on the floor. She just stared at him for a moment. And it was silent. And it took almost all of her strength to keep standing. She threw a look at the room, the trinkets, the stuff he had obviously not bought. And he obviously wasn't sober. She worried for a second that he might need professional help. But the second passed, and she knew she wasn't his shrink. So she rolled her eyes and groaned before slauntering over, sliding down the wall next to him. She grabbed one of his many firewhiskey bottles and opened it, taking a mouthful of it.

It burned down her throat and out through her fingers. She coughed. "This is horsecrap!" she exclaimed, looking with disgust at the bottle, but she took another sip nonetheless, shaking her head and making a face. "And you're a dickhead," she added solemnly, looking up into the roof. And then she felt anger in her again and she rose back up, feeling restless, the bottle in her hand. "You're a fucking asshole," she snapped, turning away from him and just feeling so aggravated by how far he'd let himself fall. Stupid shuckface.
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PostSubject: Was literally drunk posting this and might edit it in the morning when I am sober so yeah :P   Bottoms Up! (Ariel) EmptyFri Oct 24, 2014 5:52 am

So, the funny thing about being drunk was that you tended to be particularly unobservant. Which was probably the reason that Hunter didn't hear the loud creaking of the stairs as somebody made their way up them. Though maybe, he just didn't believe that anyone would be climbing them, even if he had heard it. Who would bother him here? Who cared enough to bother him? Nobody. But it hardly mattered, because Hunter was completely unaware that anybody was even thinking about him, let alone only a room away from him. That was, until the person that he hadn't been aware of walked through the doorway.

But the moment that she appeared, Hunter couldn't take his eyes off of her. Ariel. He momentarily wondered if he was drunk enough to imagine her there, but as she hesitated in the doorway, her gaze trailing around the room, he was sure that he hadn't. He just watched on, without a word, as she made her way toward him, his eyes following her small frame as it slid down the wall until she was sitting next to him. Right next to him. So close that he could reach out and grab her and pull her into him and apologize for everything and beg her forgiveness - something that he fully intended to do.

But then, before he could, Ariel had picked up a bottle of firewhiskey and opened it, and just seeing her with it in her hand was enough to throw him off completely. He watched helplessly as she raised it to her lips, and just barely resisted the urge to reach out and snatch it from her grasp. Because Ariel didn't drink - she couldn't. Hunter only drank because he was broken and distraught. But Ariel - she was young and innocent and perfect. When he drank alone, it was enough to distract him from his problems. When Agnes had found him, he'd offered his alcohol to her. Because she wasn't innocent, and she wasn't young. She was like him. But for the first time ever, the sight of Ariel raising the bottle of firewhiskey to her lips was enough to make him lower his own. Because Ariel drinking was wrong.

And then, she was complaining about the firewhiskey and on her feet again. And Hunter wanted to kick himself, because he'd missed his chance - completely missed the opportunity to wrap his arms around her and make things right. Still silent, he set his bottle on the floor and watched her as she insulted him. Somewhere in the middle of it, he'd pulled himself to his feet as well, but couldn't do much more than lean back against the wall, his balance not being the best at the moment. Dickhead, she said. Fucking Asshole. He hardly heard the words, because he was still amazed at the fact that she was there. That she was within his grasp. And that she was talking to him. He clung to the sound of her voice, no matter how angry it was. Because it hadn't been directed at him in months.

"Ariel..." he didn't even really mean to say it. But it slipped out without his consent, his voice deep and solemn. And then, not sure if he was spurred on by the alcohol or by his longing to not let her leave, Hunter was reaching out, grabbing her by the arm, pulling her into his chest. Too intoxicated to bother being gentle, his arms slipped around her waist, tightening so that she couldn't escape, and he buried his face in her hair, inhaling her still-familiar scent. "I've missed you," he mumbled into her ear, still leaning back against the wall for support as his arms secured her to him, whether she liked it or not.  

"You know," he said, not bothering to start off with any formalities. Because he was drunk so fuck that. "There are two kinds of people in every house. There are smart Ravenclaws, and then stuck up ones. Ambitious slytherins and assholes Slytherins. Hufflepuffs who really care about people and then ones who just weren't good enough to be put anywhere else." Hunter desperately wanted to pick up the bottle beside him - to take another drink. But Ariel standing before him prevented him. Because he had to talk to her - he had to. "And then there are two kind of Gryffindors," Hunter continued. "There are people who are in Gryffindor because they're courageous and caring and strong. And then, there are people who end up there because they're too stupid to be afraid - too arrogant to feel weak." He hesitated, looking down at her as he searched for the right words. But there were no right words, so he just ended with, "I guess you can figure out which of us is which."

The words actually came easily, despite the spinning in his head. Maybe because he'd thought about them so many times since he'd let Ariel walk out oof Zonko's all that time ago. And they were true. Hunter was arrogant, confident - but in the end, when it came down to it, he was weak and pathetic and easily broken. But Ariel - Ariel was strong. Courageous. What a Gryffindor was supposed to be. Refusing to loosen his grip, even if she struggled, Hunter continued to talk into her neck, his hands gripping the back of her shirt in an almost desperate manner. "Ariel, I'm sorry," he said, his voice soft - almost pleading. I've missed you," he added, repeating the first words that had left his mouth. Because really, he couldn't say either of those two phrases enough.

And still, in the back of his mind, he knew that there was that chance - that possibility that it was all for nothing. That Ariel might escape his grasp and tell him off and refuse to forgive him. But, if she didn't want to forgive him, then why was she even here?
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PostSubject: Re: Bottoms Up! (Ariel)   Bottoms Up! (Ariel) EmptySun Oct 26, 2014 10:02 pm

In her angry fume, she didn't notice Hunter standing up. And then he said her name, and she completely zoned out. She looked back at him, standing there. She didn't know if she was just furious with him, or if she felt sorry for him, or if she just really, really missed him. But whatever it was, just hearing him say her name, acknowledging her presence was something she hadn't heard in a while. And she didn't know what to do about it. And she soon figured she didn't have to. Hunter reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her over to him. She didn't really know what was happening until she heard the clanking of the firewhiskey bottle she'd held in her hand (good riddance), and her face was pressed into Hunter's chest. She could smell the alcohol coming from him, and his arms clapsed her a bit too tightly, but she didn't care. He was hugging her. That was all that registered in her mind.

And then he said that he missed her. The lump in her throat was a huge swallow, but she managed to keep calm. She hadn't wrapped her own arms around him, they were simply on either side of him, hugging the wall. She suddenly didn't know if she liked the fact that he was hugging her. He'd hurt her. But that wasn't really what it was about. It was the fact that he'd made such a small case out of her father's death. Disrespect to her father. And she didn't like that thought at all. But she also knew that, even in Hunter's not-so-sober state, he was much stronger than her, and she couldn't break out of his grip. Besides, she hadn't decided if that was even what she wanted. So she listened to what he was saying about the houses.

But the more he said, the more the wall between them rose. But this time, Ariel was the one laying on the bricks. She looked up at him as he looked down at her. She masked her emotions, because she honestly didn't know what to do about them. She knew he was right. She was the courageous one. He was the arrogant one. Now at least. He hadn't been like this before. Or maybe he had, she just didn't know it then. She let him hug her back again, as she just looked into the darkness of his clothes. What should she do? And then he apologized. In that pleading manner. And said he missed her again. And Ariel clenched her teeth. There was no lump this time. No tears threatening to spill. She raised her head to look into the wall over his shoulder. And then she pushed from the wall and broke out of his grip.

She'd thought she was going down there to talk to him, to try to get him back to being Hunter. But it was proving that he was already on his way there. And he wanted her to forgive him. And she hadn't thought it would be that easy to make him try. She tought he'd still be angry and shouting at her. She had been ready for that. But this... This she was not ready for. She raised her hand, knowing he'd try to say something. "Just ... just give me a second," she said, her voice foreign, even to herself. It was weird. Not cold, not warm. Just ... empty. She turned her back to him and looked out the door. She could walk away. She could walk away and possibly hurt Hunter by doing so. And then who would be the weak one? No, she couldn't walk away. That wasn't even an option. The question was; forgive or reprimand? Reprimand wasn't the right word, but she wasn't sure if she could help herself.

Now, he had disrespected her father. But he'd been clouded in grief, probably intentionally pushing her away. And doing it the way it hurt most. But he was still Hunter. Her friend. She trusted him unconditionally, didn't she? Ariel frowned. Didn't she? Did she really feel like their bond was gone forever. She tried to find it, but drew a blank. Her father was dead, and he'd belittled her as if it was nothing. She'd never do that to him. Before Hunter's brother died, she'd never tried to push him away because of his supposed 'ignorance'. She closed her eyes. She needed to know what to do. Suddenly the door seemed really tempting. But she couldn't leave him. She just couldn't bring herself to do that. But why?

Ariel tilted her head to the side, suddenly feeling the lump in her throat again. Tears were tickling behind her eyes. And why? Because he was Hunter. Her best friend. And when she had the opportunity to go back to him, would she really turn it down?! The cold truth hit her; her father was dead. He'd never know what Hunter had said. And even if he did, Ariel was one hundred percent sure that he also knew how sorry Hunter probably felt. Because Hunter wasn't a selfish asshole. He really wasn't. He just thought he was. And who was Ariel if not someone who would help her friends? Her head dipped down, and she sighed. "I missed you too," she whispered, and realized it had probably been so jumbled and sad that he'd probably not heard it. So she turned around, tears leaking from her eyes and ran at him, hugging him, burying her face in his chest again. "I missed you too," she cried, her voice muffled.
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PostSubject: Re: Bottoms Up! (Ariel)   Bottoms Up! (Ariel) EmptyTue Oct 28, 2014 3:58 am

Holding onto Ariel was just as selfish as anything else Hunter had done in the past two months. His grip on her was desperate and harsh and completely for himself - completely unwilling to release her, because he suddenly realized that he would never be able to go on again without her. Not after she'd been so close. It would be like losing her all over again, even though he knew that he didn't even have her back - not really. Not yet. His hands pressed roughly into the small of her back, his arms like steel chains, locking her there with him. Because he'd be damned if he was going to to let her escape. And somehow - though she didn't return his embrace- by some miracle, she complied. For a while.

Hunter felt a wave of panic rise in his chest the moment that she moved, and his grip instinctively tightened even further. No. She couldn't go. But she wanted to go. And just the thought of it broke him. And all he wanted to do was hang onto her - to keep her in his grasp until she gave in and realized there was no hope of getting away. But Ariel wanted to go. And in that moment, it took Hunter more strength to loosen his grip than it ever would have to hold on. But he had to. It was Ariel. And Ariel deserved far better than to be stuck there, with someone as angry and broken and heartless as him. So, against every instinct that he had, he released her. Holding onto her had been for him. But letting her out of his grasp was for her - the most invisible yet blatant reminder that he could care for somebody other than himself. That he did, when it really came down to it. That somewhere within him, that person was still there. Somewhere.

But he couldn't stop himself from pleading the moment she had stepped back. "Ariel, please - " But she held up her hand, stopping him, and asked for a second. And, with another huge act of restraint, he forced himself to fall silent. His arms crossed uncomfortably over his chest as she turned away from him, feeling insanely empty without Ariel there to occupy them. Every part of him wanted to go to her - the alcohol in his veins only made it harder to resist. But if anything was worth anything in this fucked up world anymore, it was Ariel. As she stood there just a fraction longer than Hunter had anticipated, he felt a miserable realization settle over him. She was going to leave. His words had destroyed their friendship beyond repair, and she'd realized that. She would leave. And for the second time, Hunter would stand there and watch it happen. The only difference was that, this time, it would be for her.

But then, she turned around, and she was crying and she mumbled something that Hunter couldn't hear. But it didn't matter what it was, because she was coming back. Running back. And it was in that moment that he realized that he'd been an idiot to think for all that time that nothing mattered - to close himself off from someone who could have brought him back from his self-induced darkness, if he'd only let her. Before she was even within reach, he'd pushed off from the wall and caught her. "I'm so sorry," he repeated, laying his chin on top of her head, his grip no longer desperate. It no longer had to be. One arm tightened comfortably around her waist, the other coming to rest against the back of her hair.

"Ariel, I've never been afraid of anything before," he said as he held onto her. "Never. And then that day in Diagon Alley and - " Hunter cut himself off. Because he'd spent so long forcing it to the back of his mind. Distracting himself from it with anger and firewhiskey. But how many times had he thought that, if only Ariel were there, she'd help? And now she was. And he had to start somewhere. "Ariel, ever since then I've been nothing but afraid. Afraid of forgetting him. Of going home, and having to remember him. Of losing anyone else. I've been asking myself over and over, what the hell is the point? Why bother caring about anyone when any minute, they could be gone?" The words were spilling out now - because, deep down, he knew that he had to say them. Had to confront them.

"But what I said to you that day - about your father - I'm sorry. You have no idea. I had no right - and I know it doesn't help now, but I would take it back if I could." It sickened him to even bring it up. "I know how hard it was for you - for your family. I know better now than I ever could have before - " Hunter trailed off, not even sure how to continue. And all of this effort was really making him want another drink of firewhiskey. Which was a bad idea. But, as he glanced down at the pile of bottles scattering the floor, maybe it wasn't such a bad idea after all. So, releasing Ariel - which was much easier when he wasn't afraid that she'd run away - he bent down and grabbed two of them, popping the tops and handing one over to her.

Hunter hadn't said his brother's name out loud since he'd arrived at school. He hadn't ever wanted to - he wanted to forget it. Forget that he'd ever cared about anyone enough for it to hurt this much to lose them. But standing there with Ariel, in that moment, he was beginning to realize how much of a disgrace that was to his brother. He would have never wanted anyone to forget him - he'd want to be remembered. He'd want the thought of him to bring a smile to his family's faces. If his brother were there to see how Hunter was acting, he'd punch him and tell him to stop being such a git. And the thought of it, amazingly, brought a solemn smile to Hunter's face. So, meeting Ariel's eyes, and knowing that it would mean just as much to her as it would to him - she'd told him her father's name in that last, horrendous meeting -  he raised his bottle in a toast and uttered the one name that he'd been trying for so long to forget. "To Jack."
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PostSubject: Re: Bottoms Up! (Ariel)   Bottoms Up! (Ariel) EmptyTue Nov 11, 2014 4:40 pm

The second hug was much better than the first. It was much more ... Hunter-y. Ariel couldn't help a slight smile against his chest and a slight sob, but she was rather sick of crying and quickly got her bearings back. And then Hunter started talking, and keeping her tears at bay seemed neigh impossible... And the reason wasn't just the fact that Hunter lost his brother. As awful as that was, it was the fact that Hunter was finally talking about it. Finally. Because as much as Ariel hated that his brother was killed, it was Hunter's pain that hurt her. She'd never met Jack. She didn't know him at all. If it had been hit up in the newspaper that a guy was killed in Diagon Alley, she'd feel really bad and sorry for the family, but that would be it. It was the fact that Hunter was this guy's brother that made it unbearable.

She listened to him talk, because she didn't dare interrupt him. She couldn't do that, he was finally speaking what he needed to say. And he was finally moving forward. Her ear on his chest made his voice rumble, and she found it soothing, and it hit Ariel like bricks that this guy was her best friend in the whole wide world, and he was finally there again. And she'd really, really missed him. Her eyes, which had closed as she listened to the rumbling voice, opened as he started talking about her father. And she decided not to speak. She just nodded her head. She knew. And she hoped he knew she knew. Either way, there would be time enough for that to get through his head. Suddenly, speaking bad about her father didn't seem so awful. Because he was moving forward and right now, nothing else mattered.

It was Ariel's turn to feel sad as he pulled away. And then he was handing her a new bottle of firewhiskey. She was tempted to say something along the lines of: 'dammit, and I who just threw away the other one'. But she kept her mouth shut. Jokes was not on her agenda right now. And then he raised his bottle. Ariel's tears had stopped running, but her eyes were still wet. Probably puffy and red as well. But it didn't matter. A sort of electric shock ran through her as he toasted to Jack. Ariel raised her own bottle and a solemn smile spread on her lips. "To Jack," she said, just as much to her own father as to Hunter's brother. She drank from the bottle and then made a face again. Hoping the moment wouldn't be completely ruined, she said: "But I hope my dad isn't watching me right now, because honestly, underage drinking wasn't exactly something he praised." She grinned at him.

She then crossed her legs and sat down on the floor, putting the bottle down. She patted the floor beside her, willing Hunter to sit next to her. Her head leaned against the wall and she looked into the roof. And she thought about what Hunter had just told her. "You know, what you said about how you shouldn't care about people, because you're gonna lose them one way or another..." she said and thought some more, trying to get the right phrasing. "I just, and I'm gonna try to say this right, I really wish I'd met Jack. Because he seemed like a brilliant guy, since he obviously have your respect, something that isn't a given-" she added with a pointed, but light glance "-and despite the pain, it'd be worth having known him. I'm guessing you haven't been wishing you never had an older brother? And I can't imagine my life without my father. You know? I mean, the pain is brutal and awful, but in the end, the memories are much more powerful, right?" she said, finally looking at him.
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Ariel's words echoed through the empty room, her familiar, musical voice lifting some of the weight from his chest without even trying to. Raising the bottle to his lips, Hunter let the warm liquid sear down his throat, not even flinching at the fiery sting that it released on it's way. He lowered it just in time to see the look on Ariel's face as she drank from hers, and didn't even try to stop the grin that slid onto his face. Because the face she made was hilarious - and because having her there at all made smiling so much easier. He raised an eyebrow as she spoke again. "Well," he said slowly, "Considering the circumstances, maybe he'd make an exception, just this once." Taking another swig of firewhiskey, he continued. "I mean, when you think about it, there are a lot worse things you could be doing alone in a completely abandoned and secret shack with a bottle of firewhiskey and a guy than drinking to your mutual dead relatives." Wow. Shit. Hunter had almost forgotten that he was drunk. But if that sentence didn't prove that he was - at least partially - nothing did. And for a minute, he couldn't figure out if it was accidentally offensive.

He never really came to a conclusion about it, because the moment Ariel sat down on the ground, Hunter lowered himself beside her. He leaned back against the wall, listening to her talk - his mind absorbing her voice like it was a painkiller. He didn't interrupt her, and hesitated for a few moments when she'd finished talking. Hunter understood what she was saying. And he agreed with it. But at the same time, he didn't. "It would have been easier if I'd never had an older brother," he said slowly. "So in a way, yeah, I do wish that. Wish I didn't have to remember him or think about him. The problem is, I wish that he was still here so much more." Hunter's voice was deep as he talked - it felt strange to even talk about any of it. But he had to talk about it. Because he'd tried everything else, and nothing had worked.

"Jack would've liked you," Hunter said quietly, building on what Ariel said before about wishing she'd known him. Trying to push away the stabbing pain that he felt in his chest just from saying his name again, he continued, looking over at her. "He would've loved your pranks. He was kind of like me, but way friendlier. One of those unselfish, hardworking types." Hunter's words slowed to a halt again, as he took another drink. Because he was pretty sure without it, he might not be able to actually finish what he was trying to say. "My alarm clock every morning was a pillow to the head," he told her, a small, almost imperceptible grin forming on his face. But then it fell. "He saved Lyra's life." His words became hollow as he said it - haunted. "And I'd like to think that I would have, too - but he did, you know?"

With a sigh, Hunter dropped his head into his hands. "Before I left for school, my dad asked me to stay back. He always had Jack to help with the farm, and there's too much work for him by himself. Mum was hysterical all the time. They needed me, and I ran away." Hunter felt shame wash over him as he said it. He'd told Lyra before, but it was different. She was his sister. She understood, in some miserable, horrible way. Lyra would have done the same thing. But Ariel - Hunter knew that Ariel would never desert her family the way Hunter had deserted his. "Jack was always the backbone of the family. He was always there for everyone. No matter what it took - or what it cost him. He was strong and brave and selfless, and I'm weak and pathetic and I'll never be able to be what he was for them."

Somewhere in the middle of talking, Hunter's hand had found Ariels, his fingers lacing through hers - drawing as much comfort as he could from her presence. And he suddenly realized how badly he'd really needed this - needed her. "You have no idea how much I've missed you," he murmured, looking over at her again. "Do you have any idea what I've had to resort to for company?" he added, slightly surprised at how easily the lighter, joking tone of his voice came. "It's been pretty rough, let me tell you." Wanting desperately to continue the lighter conversation, Hunter went on. "You get used to the firewhiskey. The longer you drink it the better it tastes." Seriously, how many people had Hunter peer pressured into drinking now? Agnes, Victoria, Aoife, and now Ariel. He really had a problem.

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PostSubject: Re: Bottoms Up! (Ariel)   Bottoms Up! (Ariel) EmptySat Nov 29, 2014 10:15 pm

Ariel nodded at Hunter's statement. She was pretty sure her father would know that this was a one time thing, and that it was more in honor of something extraordinary than in the horrible thoughts of killing off emotions. She could, however, not refrain from snorting at Hunter's logic. She shook her head slightly at him. "How much have you been drinking today?" she asked curiously, deciding to hide away her concern about that for this moment. She'd gotten him to accept her back into his life; she did not want to push him away by reprimanding him. Not right now, at least.

Ariel was a bit surprised that he had indeed wished it sometimes. She agreed that it might've been easier, but she had never found herself wishing that she hadn't known her father. Then again, her predicament was a bit different. Everyone had a father in one way or another, so wishing that he'd never existed was basically impossible, so he'd always have an impact on your life in one way or another, like if you never knew him, you might devote yourself to finding out who he was. But a brother... A brother wasn't a requirement for existance. So she figured she just didn't know what that felt like. A ghost of a smile displayed on her lips at his final sentence. "Yeah, me too," she said softly. That she understood.

Hunter's quiet voice felt like a knife in Ariel's chest. She grit her teeth to keep herself steady. But at the same time, what he'd said made Ariel feel really happy. The fact that he thought his brother would've liked her, and that he even bothered to say it made her feel appreciated and respected. And it was so different from what had been going on between them lately, so she once again had to give a small smile. It vanished quickly though. You're not selfish, she wanted to tell him, but she knew him; he wouldn't listen. Hunter might have his flaws, but he wasn't selfish, just because he had his own way to deal with grief. She nodded at what he said and sighed. "I think you would have," she said softly, "I really, really do."

Her mind raced as he told her about how he left his home. His pain was just unending. It seemed he didn't get a break from anything. Ariel didn't know what to say. What could she say? That it wasn't selfish? She was being an awful friend. And then his hand was there, upon her own, and she instantly clasped it, lacing her fingers through his. She'd forgotten how safe she felt when she was around him. "You weren't wrong in doing that, Hunter," she finally said, and meaning it, "You have your own burden to bear, and until you know how, you can't carry everyone elses'." She pulled their hands into her lap and placed her other hand over them. She looked at him and wondered how deep this pain would continue to run and when he'd stop hurting himself for it. "I don't think they want you to be Jack," Ariel commented softly, "And you're not weak or pathetic." At that, her voice was firm and stubborn, possibly even a tad childish. He wasn't weak or pathetic. And she couldn't believe that he thought that about himself. But she had no idea how to prove it to him.

Ariel's smile was brought forth again as Hunter looked at her. She chuckled and imagined thousands of weird faces and animals and even spiders where Hunter was just crouched down and talking rubbish in his slouchy, drunk voice. "I guess I can imagine that," she said with a pointed look. Though in Ariel's case, she hadn't turned to weird company, she had sought out solitude. Apart from her sister, of course. And Oliver at some points. But she'd mostly been alone. She was not about to tell Hunter that of course, because he was already blaming himself for too much. She raised an eyebrow and put her bottle down. "Oh well, I guess I'm just not in a rush to get used to it," she said with a shrug and vowed to herself that she would never take another sip of that liquid before she actually thought she might enjoy it. "So, who have you resorted to talking to then? Who's been fit to be my substitute?" she asked and craned her neck, giving a shake of her hair for impact. Drama Queen.
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PostSubject: Re: Bottoms Up! (Ariel)   Bottoms Up! (Ariel) EmptyMon Dec 22, 2014 5:56 am

When Ariel asked him how much he'd been drinking, Hunter just gave her a surprised, slightly confused look. "Am I supposed to be keeping track of that?" he asked, his tone laced with both seriousness and humor. Because he was drunk enough to mean it, but also sober enough to find it funny. "By that, I mean that I don't remember," he added, as though she couldn't figure it out on her own. "But I don't feel that drunk," he said, flexing his fingers just to be sure he could still feel them. "Your Veela hotness must override the firewhiskey," he told her, shrugging as though he hadn't said anything wrong at all. "But it's okay, you can stay. I don't mind it."

But as they continued to talk about Jack, and Ariel, he became solemn again. Because firewhiskey had never been able to truly defeat Hunter's grief. It just made the time pass faster. Ariel thought he would have saved Lyra, too. Maybe she was right. Maybe not. "I guess it doesn't matter. It wasn't me there. It was him," he said weakly, sighing. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the wall, focusing only on the sound of her voice and the warmth of her skin against his as she pulled his hand into her lap. This was why he had missed her so badly - and maybe why she'd missed him. Ariel could lift him up no matter what, and Hunter could anchor her if she ever started to lose her way. "They may not want me to be him," Hunter replied softly. "But they need me to be."

His thumb absentmindedly traced circles on the palm of her hand as he reached for the bottle of firewhiskey, taking a swig because it was there and he could and he was already decently drunk so why not. "Suit yourself, then," he told her with a shrug when she seemed determined not to try it. But after taking one more drink, he held it out to her anyway, dangling it in front of her face. As she asked who was fit to take her place, he snorted and shook his head. "Me find someone fit to take the place of the amazing, beautiful, prank-queen Ariel Wilde?" he asked with a smirk. "Never." But then, his grin faded, and he hesitated. Because there was a lot that he hadn't told her in the time they'd spent not talking.

"Seren, of course," he said, though his voice lacked whatever enthusiasm it should have held when talking about his girlfriend. "But we've been - well, I've been... I'm not the person that she started dating a year and a half ago," he finished, glancing over at her. "And let me think - oh yeah, I woke up with Aoife in my bed after the Halloween party," he added with more enthusiasm, grinning and not bothering to explain. Instead, he just watched Ariel's expression, waiting to see her reaction. It would obviously be no fun if he explained right away. And of course, Agnes. But for some reason, Hunter kept that bit to himself. It didn't matter anyway, because Agnes had long since ditched their late night conversations for the company of Evan Williams.

"What about you?" he asked, trying to push the dizziness from his head. "Have I missed any incredibly important milestones in your life or anything? Maybe you got a pet or something? Or a boyfriend?" Okay, his words were starting to slur again. He took a moment to collect his thoughts before continuing. "You should definitely get a boyfriend. That way, I'll have a default git to take my anger out on whenever I feel like it," he said with a grin. "But you can't ever pick him over me," he added seriously, talking a bit slower than normal to keep his words straight. "You have to promise."
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PostSubject: Re: Bottoms Up! (Ariel)   Bottoms Up! (Ariel) EmptyTue Dec 23, 2014 12:40 am

Ariel watched his whole performance about how much he didn't know he'd been drinking with a raised eyebrow. This guy... She was smiling, though. She could give Hunter being drunk. It was understandable. But only for now. Next time she found him like this, she'd get mad and angry, because no matter what he was saying, she was worried about him. Drinking wouldn't solve any world problems any day, so she wasn't going to let Hunter think they were solving his. He probably didn't feel that way, though, given as he didn't actually seem very happy when he was talking about his brother. She was taken aback by his comment though. "Veela hotness?" she mumbled. She was sorely tempted to reach out and rip the bottle from him at that point, but managed to refrain from doing so. He didn't mind her veela hotness. Oh, well, what a relief!

She didn't say anything as he pointed out that it didn't matter, since it hadn't been him. She merely squeezed his hand, and -with a sense of guilt and selfishness- thanked the gods that it hadn't been him. Hunter meant too much to her. All too much. He was her rock. She needed him more than she needed anyone else who could not claim blood relations. She put her head on his shoulder, knowing it wouldn't matter what she said. Because for all she knew, they might actually need him to be more like his brother. Which was an awful thought, and probably a billion times worse to actually feel it.

When Hunter started dangling a bottle of firewhiskey in front of her face, she withdrew her head and pulled back, making a nasty face. But she took the bottle and held it. Then, looking straight at Hunter, she made an evil face and threw the bottle across the room, watching as it splintered and the liquid splashed around. Maybe those two-three mouthfuls had affected her. Because she thought she found the action funnier than it really was, where her shoulders were shaking and trying hard to keep from laughing out loud. "Ah, you spoil me," she said at his description of her, but as his grin fell, so did hers.

She frowned at the mention of Seren, wondering where they stood now. But it was soon forgotten at his next statement. A thousand reactions shot through her, and she couldn't decide which of them to land on, which had happend once before with Darcy, where her hair had winded up with the different colours of the rainbow. She was pretty sure this was something of the same, and she looked on, completely astounded, her mouth ajar and eyes huge. It took a moment, maybe even loads more before she finally reacted properly. "WHAT?!" she shouted, her voice shrill and completely shocked. Her hair had probably settled for a bright orange. "WHAT?!" she shouted again and blinked, just unable to grasp her bearings. "WHAT?!" Third 'what' now, Ariel, you can do better. "Okay, almost done. WHAT?!" She took a deep breath and nodded. "Okay, I think... Wait... WHAT?! All right, I'm done. But... WHAT?!"

Ariel, who had withdrawn from people when she didn't have Hunter, didn't exactly know what to say. She shook her head. "Nah, nothing exciting happened to me that you missed," she said. She looked down at their hands and didn't know how she felt about Hunter saying that she should get a boyfriend. She was fifteen years old. She felt like she had more than enough time. And for some reason, she really didn't like discussing it with Hunter. She did snort, though, at his request for her promise. "You want me to always put you first, over my boyfriend, a person I'll probably come to love in a completely mindfoggingly, unreasonable way?" she asked curiously, looking at him with twinkling eyes. But she did notice the seriousness in his eyes, and even though it was probably the alcohol making him a bit woozy, wouldn't she want to put him first? Who would she ever put over Hunter? She could never imagine caring more about anyone than she cared for Hunter. Of course, it would be in a completely different way, but they'd been through so much in such a short amount of time. She lost the twinkling eyes and looked back at him with her own seriousness. "I promise." And finally, for some reason, at the words of her promise, looking at the firewhiskey bottles made her feel angry. "If you promise to quit this insane habit of yours." Her voice wasn't harsh, nor was it light. She needed him to understand that this was stupid, and that it was actually hurting her to see him this way, because she had a feeling he wouldn't stop just for himself, because he was selfless in that completely twisted way.
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PostSubject: Re: Bottoms Up! (Ariel)   Bottoms Up! (Ariel) EmptyFri Jan 23, 2015 1:48 am

Ariel was smiling. That was a good thing. But it didn't last long, because she definitely seemed less than impressed with his Veela comment. He suddenly wished that he was sober so that he could reword his statement properly. But instead, he just ended up rambling on and most likely making it worse. "Shit, sorry, that was rude, wasn't it?" he said, making a hopefully apologetic face. "I didn't mean it that way. I meant your natural hotness, not your Veela hotness. There's a big difference," he told her seriously, his words sounding like a compliment in his mind. "Your Veelaness doesn't even really effect me anymore," he informed her proudly. "I mean it's still there, sure, but the rest of you is just so much more important. So I guess I mean that you dull your own Veela attractiveness by being so amazing?" By now, he wasn't even sure if he was still on the same subject that he'd started with. "Okay, I quit now," he said finally, not sure whether he'd dug himself into a hole or not.

He couldn't help the smile tugging at his lips as he felt Ariel head rest on his shoulder, and he looked down at her. How had he ever been such an idiot to not realize that she may have been all he needed to escape the hell he'd been living in? How long had he been torturing himself - torturing her - when she was right there the entire time? But his thoughts didn't wander far, because Ariel responded to his offer of firewhiskey in an entirely unanticipated way. He just watched on in silence as she took the bottle, and wailed it across the room as hard as she could. His mouth fell open as he watched it shatter, and he just stared at that spot for a moment before turning an unimpressed gaze on her. But he was unable to hold his face for long before it twisted into a look of amusement, and then he was laughing. It wasn't really that funny, but Hunter was drunk enough that it was plenty funny. "You know, this place is ancient," he pointed out. "Throwing shit at the walls is probably a really great way to make it collapse on top of us."

But if Hunter thought that was funny, it didn't even begin to compare with watching Ariel's reaction to what he'd said. She just stared at him, her body completely unmoving - but her hair was quickly changing, until it settled on a vibrant, unnatural orange that Hunter had never seen on her before. And then, she reacted. He held in his laughter through her entire rant, and basically held it in when she was done. When she'd gotten out her last "what" Hunter finally responded. "If I didn't know better, you know, I'd think you seemed shocked," he said sarcastically. "And I mean, I like gingers and all, but I think that's a bit excessive," he added with a grin, reaching over to pull a piece of her orange hair in front of her eyes so that she could see it.

"Anyway, it isn't really what it sounds like," Hunter finally admitted. "I brought firewhiskey on Halloween. Aoife came up to my dorm after the party, and ended up falling asleep there." It was actually not a bad night, from what Hunter could remember."I'm pretty sure I've never been more concerned for my life, though, than when I woke up in the morning and realized she was still there. Considering her tendency to resort to violence and all," he said, still half amused. But then, he was quiet, and after a moment, he spoke again with a slightly more serious tone to his voice. "Why does it always come back to her?" he asked vaguely, not necessarily expecting an answer. "You'd think I would have learned my lesson by now."

Hunter didn't even notice Ariel's slightly uncomfortable reaction to what he had said, like he would have if he were sober. He just listened to her words, and nodded seriously in response to them, even though he could tell she was joking somewhat. "Yes," he replied. "You've always been more important than anyone else - even Seren. I've just never had a reason to make it obvious." He smiled a bit at the last part of what she said. "Dating isn't really like that, anyway," Hunter told her. "At least, it isn't for long." If Hunter had learned anything from being with Seren, it was that it never took long for real life to override whatever euphoria you got from beginning a new relationship.

When Ariel finally said that she promised, Hunter grinned. "Good," he agreed, even though he didn't really need to promise. He already knew that Ariel would be more important than anyone he would ever be with. But his grin fell as she tacked on her own request. "By quit this insane habit, do you mean quit drinking away my sorrows on a regular basis? Or quit drinking firewhiskey always altogether?" Because that was a big difference. "If it's the first one, then I promise. If it's the second, we may need to discuss the details of this deal." But his grin quickly returned, and he released Ariel's hand so that he could stand up. She'd smashed his bottle, so he obviously needed a new one. And so did she. Grabbing two and returning to sit beside her, he held it out. "Please don't throw this one," he said, giving her a pointed look. "Since you won't just drink with me, I'll just have to make another meaningful toast so that you can't refuse." After taking a moment to think, he grinned and raised his bottle in the air toward her. "To being the most awesome two people to ever walk the planet." That was meaningful enough, right? Well, it was enough for Hunter, who raised his own bottle to his lips.
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PostSubject: Re: Bottoms Up! (Ariel)   Bottoms Up! (Ariel) EmptyMon Jan 26, 2015 7:39 pm

Ariel just raised her eyebrow at him and his face that looked somewhat... apologetic? Was that what he was trying at? Well, he did a poor job! "Yes, it was rude," she said with small eyes, but quickly shrugged. She was about to wave it away when he went into a explanation that only made it worse. So what was he saying? That her veelaness didn't have an impact on him anymore? How would she then be beautiful? If she hadn't been a veela, she would've looked completely different, so he couldn't possibly know that... But then the last sentence came and Ariel frowned. "So you're saying that despite my veelaness, my personality overrides it? Sounds fair," she said with a grin and turned back, with a giggle. The giggle turned to laughter at his comment about the shack. "True, we should probably do something about that. After all, this place needs to stand for a couple more years," she said grinningly, "But then again, it could be held up by some sort of magic spell." After all, the place seemed to have been standing for a long time, and always in such a haunted fashion. And given the furniture, Ariel and Hunter weren't the only ones who'd been there since it's time.

Ariel stuck her tongue out at Hunter's sarcastic comment and looked at her strand of hair that he grabbed. She grimaced. "Yeah, you're right in that," she agreed and squeezed one of her eyes shut and turned it back to a dark blonde. She realized that her shock was misplaced. Because Hunter was right. It always lead back to Aoife, from the very start of her first year at Hogwarts, maybe even Hunter's first year, for all she knew. "I'm guessing it turned out okay then? Since you're alive an well?" she asked lightly. Ariel almost wanted to give him the look when he asked why it always lead back to her, but instead she gave him a small smile. He probably knew why it always lead back to her, he just didn't want to admit it. Or maybe he did, but just didn't know how to phrase it. Well, Ariel could probably try to get it out of him. "Did you wish that there was more?" she asked him, her voice somewhat casual, but mostly soft. She didn't know what she thought of Aoife. She liked the girl as a person, and Ariel definitely looked at her as a friend, but sometimes she was so headstrong and Ariel didn't know if there would ever be a time when Aoife wouldn't hurt Hunter's feelings. Ariel knew their friendship had been pretty broken the first time Hunter tried to ask her out, and she wouldn't want that again.

Feeling a tad overwhelmed by Hunter's ... eh, confession, Ariel looked up into the roof. More important than Seren. Would he feel that way if he started dating Aoife? Ariel had some doubts about that, but she could be wrong. She knew that she hoped he was telling the truth, because being second choice was not something Ariel liked the idea of. Not when it came to Hunter. And she figured he was right; that dating wasn't really like that for long. She'd never expected it to be, but she'd always thought that the man she'd marry would be the person she would put first. Wasn't that how it was supposed to be? Then again, only dead fish followed the flow. Besides, Ariel's one and true marriage was to food. And she was pretty sure, though not certain, that Hunter trumphed food. Which was saying a lot. "I guess you're right," she merely stated. She was much too sober to jump into her own mash of feelings, so he'd have to make do with that.

Letting a sigh out, Ariel looked back at Hunter. She grinned at him. "Evil or not evil?" she asked but held a finger out to stop him from answering. "I must decide," she said and put on a very contemplative face, hmm-ing and clicking her tongue. She turned sharply to him. "Drinking away sorrows," she said with a stoneface, no room for expressions. Because she was being serious. But she wasn't being very serious either. But he should draw his own conclusions from her face. Looking at the bottle he offered her, she was very tempted to just turn it over and pour out the liquid. But she didn't. "It had better be good, Hunter," she said sourly and looked at him expectantly as he gave the reason for the toast. Ariel let out a laugh. "Well, I'll drink to that!" But she still didn't appreciate the taste of firewhiskey. It wasn't as bad as the first sip, but still, not a good drink.

Sighing again, this time peacefully, Ariel leaned her head against the wall. She didn't want to say it, she was more than happy just staying there, once again in Hunter's company, but regaining her best friend had also given her back her appetite, and she was starting to get hungry. But, as if on cue, her stomach growled. She groaned in response and gave a sad face at Hunter. "I am hungry," she complained, sounding no older than 5. She was even pouting. Why was she pouting? Oh, right, she was hungry. Apparently, being hungry gave her a short-term memory. She frowned and looked at the door. "I don't wanna go," she whined again, "It's too long."
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PostSubject: Re: Bottoms Up! (Ariel)   Bottoms Up! (Ariel) EmptyMon Jan 26, 2015 10:44 pm

"But you forgive me," Hunter told her simply when Ariel agreed that it was rude. "And since when do we worry about being rude to each other, anyway?" he added. "It's what I was thinking. Would you rather that I didn't say it out loud?" Okay, yes, she probably would have preferred that he kept it to himself. But now he was a bit confused, because something didn't make sense at all. "So, tell me something then. How is anyone ever supposed to compliment you?" After all, if she would just attribute any compliments concerning her appearance to her Veela blood, no compliment would ever be effective. "Yeah, maybe," Hunter replied when Ariel tried to sum up what he was trying to say. She sort of understood. "It's more like - when I see you, I don't see a Veela. I used to get so confused when I saw Darcy when I was younger. Sometimes, I still react that way. So when I see your sister, I see a Veela. But when I'm with you, I just see you." The alcohol was wearing off a bit it seemed. Which was probably why that last sentence sounded so much better than anything else he'd said so far - or at least, a lot more like him.

Hunter nodded in approval when Ariel changed her hair back. "Much better," he agreed. "Though you should add a beard for the rest of the day or something. Just for the hell of it." Because she could, so why not? It would confuse people and shit, which was pretty much worth it. But the amused look shifted a bit as the conversation turned toward Hunter's red-headed achilles heel. "I think that she was too hung over to cause any major damage," he said with a shrug, still grinning. But his grin faltered altogether at her next question, and he looked over at Ariel with a confused expression.

"I don't know," he admitted. "I have Seren," he added instantly, because before he'd even really answered Ariel's question, guilt built in his chest. But then he continued hesitantly, figuring that he may as well be honest with Ariel, at least. "But maybe - maybe, yeah, I did wish that. Not that it makes any sense at all." Because nobody in their right mind would pursue Aoife. She was literally unpursueable. "Or maybe, not even that. Maybe, I just wish she'd notice, you know? She's so damn oblivious, and I just keep thinking, what if she wasn't? What if she realized?" But he pushed the thought instantly from his mind. "But I shouldn't even be thinking about it," he said finally, looking away. "I have Seren," he repeated, but he knew that it was obvious, just from his tone, that having Seren was no longer as exciting as it used to be.

Hunter instantly opened his mouth to offer his opinion, but sighed and gave Ariel a look when she held up her finger. Crossing his arms, he waited impatiently for her verdict, and grinned when she finally responded. "Good choice," he agreed, though his grin faded slightly at the look on her face. She was joking. But she wasn't joking about wanting him to promise. That part she meant, so he nodded to show that he understood. "I promise," he said again, meeting her eyes. And then, he grinned again, because Ariel was drinking with him. Sort of. His drunken stupor was relatively faded now, considering that he'd drank relatively little since Ariel arrived in comparison to what he'd had before. Ariel, on the other hand, seemed to be starting to feel the effects of the little bit of firewhiskey that she did have. That was the thing about firewhiskey - if you weren't used to it, you didn't need to drink much for it to hit you.

Hunter snorted in amusement as she started pouting, and complaining about being hungry. "Lightweight," he muttered, shaking his head. After pushing himself up from the ground, he reached back down for Ariel, slipping an arm around her back and hoisting her up beside him. "Try standing, first. Sometimes if you've been sitting, the alcohol really hits you when you stand up. And I can't take you back to the castle if you can't walk a straight line." Not that he was sober, but he knew how to act sober. Ariel hadn't had that much. But then again, Hunter's definition of that much and a normal sixteen year old's definition may be completely different.
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Ariel rolled her eyes. "Yes, I forgive you," she said resigned. Of course she forgave him. Seriously, she'd just forgiven him for trashtalking her dead father. She'd forgive him for being drunk. And he did have a point. She would rather have him be honest with her than anything else, so she gave him a grin. "True. But in moderation. And when being sober. Because that makes everything a person says more true. FYI," she pointed out, literally pointing at him like a know-it-all. Ariel shrugged. "People can compliment me, but I am a veela, and if I wasn't a veela, I wouldn't be this ... er ... pretty. And then people wouldn't just up and about compliment me. Because even though the veela charm isn't affecting you, it doesn't make me any less of a veela. I am still a veela, you know, so you can't see through my veelaness, because that is who I am," she said, "That's like saying to a hispanic person that you see through their skintone." Her voice was light, and she took this all in good sport, but she didn't like the idea that Hunter 'saw through' her veelaness, because to her, seeing her would be seeing a veela, since that was what she was.

"A beard?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. All right. She put that in her mental notebook. "I'll do that. But when you least expect it." She grinned at him and then made a face at the idea of Aoife hungover. "You're a hopeless influence, Hunter." Her smile vanished a bit when he brought up Seren. She'd forgotten the Ravenclaw in the spur of the moment, but now that she was a topic, she instantly wondered how their relationship was going. Because given the statement about Aoife, Ariel had a feeling it wouldn't last long. Or that it shouldn't last long. If Hunter's feelings was stronger for someone else, he'd be unfair to Seren. She didn't voice this, because despite the honesty part, she already knew that he would know that. She could see the guilt in his eyes. "Yes, you do," she finally just said, just giving him a look that said that she knew he'd do the right thing.

Ariel gave him an approving look when he said that he'd promise. That was good. She really needed her friend to deal with his brother in another fashion. And it might be hard, but damn it, she was gonna help him, and he was gonna let her. End of story. And then he called her lightweight. The hell was that about, eh?! And then he pulled her up to her feet. Stupid! Thinking she couldn't walk, PLEASE. And then she noticed that her head felt a bit lighter than usual. Not much, but a bit. She looked around, only moving her eyes and she tried her hardest to keep a straight face before she couldn't contain her grin. "Hunter, you've officially sought to getting me tipsy," she said, barely managing to stop herself from laughing. Why she found it funny, she didn't quite know. And it was ridiculous! She'd only had four sips of the firewhiskey. So she probably wasn't even tipsy yet. But still, a tad lightheaded. And she had heard that some people got hungrier than usual at the earliest stages of drinking alcohol. So maybe that was it? She gave him a look though, when he challanged her to walk in a straight line. "Hunter, I'm not drunk. I've only had four sips. A bit lightheaded, maybe, but it takes more than four sips," she pointed out with stone face. She really was just hungry. She tangled her arm through his and grinned at him. "Let's go back and eat!" she said happily.
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