Talking Fists (Lillian and Sebastard)

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She was going to kill him. That was all Lillian Black could think about as she made her way through the school’s hallways. Students moved out of her way as she stormed about, set on finding her prey. To talk smack about her friends was one thing but to open his mouth about her? Now that was something completely different. Where was his sense of loyalty? Where was his integrity? Where the hell had her brains been?

Lillian Black considered herself a very violent person. She had spent the past several years perfecting her jabs and kicks. She’d beaten up boys and girls alike and her reputation had surely grown. She was tough and people knew it. It astounded her that with her tough reputation and Unloved status that people would still choose to mess with her. So when Sebastian North opened his big mouth and began to tell little lies about the past, the beast was ready to come out.

Lillian could handle the Pretty Faces, hell…it was their jobs to be bitches. But when a grown man started acting like a school girl? Yeah, that really pissed her off. How on earth could so many girls be attracted to him? How could Ara even put up with talking to him? So maybe they had had a fling but he had no right to go around telling everyone about the details. Incorrect details to say the least. She was good in bed. All the Unloved were; it came with the magic. So these little lies that he was telling, made him look like such a girl.

A fellow Unloved had been the bearer of the news and had the unfortunate experience of watching Lillian get mad. The second class had ended Lillian had stormed out of the room and began her prowl for Sebastian. She had, thankfully, not run into Ara who would have attempted to cool her down. It probably would have worked too, but oh well.

When she could not spot Sebastian’s ugly face in the hallway she proceeded outdoors. Not even the nice weather could prevent her from beating his head in. Maybe she wouldn’t kill him, but she’d definitely give him a reason to think twice about talking about her again. Who knows, maybe she’d even lessen his chance at having kids. Humiliation was what she was going for, even if it was only to her private satisfaction.

And alas, there he was; so perfectly vulnerable and unsuspecting.

”Hey! Sebastard!” And the moment his face turned to see who it was, her fist swung to make contact with it.

The beast had found its prey.

[Javert]

b u t I d i g r e s s
I'M THE LEADING MAN

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Hands in his waistcoat pockets, gaze fixed on the placid waters of the lake, Sebastian North was very suddenly reminded of an ill-fated Greek hunter, Narcissus. Narcissus, as North remembered, was an exceptionally beautiful man--so beautiful, in fact, that when he gazed at himself in a standing pool, he could not look away. Ever. Narcissus spent the rest of his life immobile, unable to tear himself away from his true love: his own reflection in the pool.

An idiosyncratic smirk tugged at North’s lips. He had heard of worse ways to die.

He was, of course, looking especially dapper this afternoon; drowning beneath the tides of this reflection was a very possible threat, and a not unpleasant one. North brought a hand to his chin, tilted his head to one side, arced a brow in a mysterious expression. Spangles of sun upon the lake’s surface lent golden radiance to his reflection (for this, he was thankful--the water rather washed out his tan). Perhaps, he mused, if death-by-lake were not to occur, he could carry around a basin of water at all times. It was far more flattering than a mirror.

This profound train of thought was derailed by the sound of a familiar voice, and an all-too-familiar nickname. It was the latter that made his lips curl, first. Damn and blast, he thought, allowing himself a moment to unbutton his cuffs. Someone who wants to admire my face more than I do. Rolling his shoulders, rolling up his sleeves, North tore his gaze from the lake and turned around. “You rang?” he drawled, unamused, before, in a millisecond, he discovered whom he was facing.

“Bollocks,” he managed to say before he was silenced by a punch to his mouth.

Perhaps, thought North, turned away from Lillian, a hand pressed to his lips to slow inevitable blood flow, perhaps it had been somewhat unwise to blacken the Black name. Some time had passed since their tryst, however, and he had been such a good boy lately, so it had only been natural to misbehave in such a manner. He had expected retribution, of course: that was the fun of it. What wasn’t fun, however, was the pain now radiating through the entire left half of the face he had been so studiously studying seconds before.

He had several options; none of them were at all pleasing. North turned. “Are you quite finished, then?” he asked Lillian, arming himself only with the most charming smile in his repertoire, even if it made his face throb. "That was rather eloquent of you, I must say, and even without using any words. Impressive."

[whisp.]

you want a piece of me?
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This was her battlefield. She lived and breathed the very danger that echoed throughout the grounds. The power that pumped through her veins made her step even stronger. There was a darkness inside her that thirsted on that power; on the fears of those around her. She had a reputation for being tough; the essence of a rose with thorns. She fought to win and always did.

It was no surprise when she found Sebastian admiring himself in the lake water. What else would he be doing? Lillian had come to know him well enough to know that there was only one layer to Sebastian and that one layer was obsessed with himself. It disgusted and perturbed her. How could so much arrogance be stuffed into one human being? Such beauty put to waste. When her knuckles made contact with his face, a wave of satisfaction rushed through her. It was a substantial smack and set her adrenaline in a fury. Her shoulders rolled and she took a half step back as she planned the next punch. She barely gave him time to talk before she swung another hit his way.

”What part of you even thought it was wise to talk shit about me?” She yelled at him. ”Who the hell do you think you are?” Lillian twisted her leg and swung the other one in a kick, aiming for his side. ”I always thought you were dumb, but I never thought you were this dumb.” By this point, Lillian was breathing heavily and her whole body ached with the fight. She stepped back enough to be out of his range and set her angry eyes on him.

”Do you even have a clue how bad I could make your life? Do you even understand how much I could make every girl here hate your guts?” Every word was a spit of poison and fueled with spite. If Sebastian’s goal had been to anger the beast, he had successfully succeeded. Was he aware of how much pain he’d be in from that mistake? Absolutely not.

”You know, you’re such a little bitch. Running around, spreading rumors like a fucking pretty face. Completely and utterly un-masculine.” Lillian was throwing everything she had at him, her irritation growing with each passing second. ”Such a little bitch.”

With fists always comes words.