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Post by Emory Montague on Nov 11, 2009 0:18:07 GMT -4
Emory watched as she scoffed and folded her arms across her chest. "You seem to have this strange notion that I enjoy shouting myself hoarse at you and that I yell for no reason."
"Oh calm down. You can't shout yourself hoarse unless you burn your throat. We don't suffer from human ailments like shouting to much or the sniffles," he said, rolling his eyes at her.
"Believe it or not, Em, this time it really is all about you. The only reason I yell at you, is because you constantly give me reasons too."
Sure he did. It was always his fault wasn't it? The sun went down at night? His fault.
"That is how you start it. Every time."
"Oh fine," he said, crossing his arms now and looking down at her. "So I'm not perfect, "he snapped. He threw his arms out in a 'so what' type motion. "So sue me! I'm sorry I don't live up to your expectations, princess," he spat.
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Post by Samantha McBaine on Nov 11, 2009 0:51:03 GMT -4
"Oh calm down. You can't shout yourself hoarse unless you burn your throat. We don't suffer from human ailments like shouting to much or the sniffles,"
Samantha felt a low growl rumble in her throat but she said nothing. That wasn't the point... actually, she wasn't really sure what her point was besides 'Emory is really annoying. Really, really annoying.'
"Oh fine," She glared at him. This conversation wasn't getting anywhere and she didn't even know why she was still having it. And she would not admit that it was her fault... out loud. "So I'm not perfect. So sue me! I'm sorry I don't live up to your expectations, princess,"
Her mouth fell open and it took all of what little self restraint she had left not to punch him as hard as she could in the face.
"You are unbelievable!" Okay, that may have been louder than she had intended. "I can't believe you - "
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Post by Charles Moriarty on Nov 11, 2009 1:24:29 GMT -4
The fighting had been going on long enough. When Charles had sent the child to tell his female fledgling about a certain extra guest to the establishment he'd figured the little tiff would be over and done with in five minutes. Since the human had left it was nothing but argument after argument.
Leaving his room Charles walked silently down the hall away from the shouts. Fear. He could smell it. With a quick twist and small push the door to Matt's room opened and he found the source of the discomfort. Lips drawn tightly the eldest vampire closed the door with a light snap. Those idiots.
He flew down the hallway in a blink.
"I'm sorry I don't live up to your expectations, princess," he heard Emory spit out.
"You are unbelievable!" Samantha replied, her voice still growing louder. "I can't believe you - "
"Enough," he snapped, throwing his arms up. On any other person it would have looked like something cheesy out of a movie; Like a king calling for silence from the crowd. On Charles it looked like serious business. A hand shot out and grabbed one of Emory's ears, like a school teacher getting ready to chastise an unruly child. The other hand grabbed Samantha by the upper arm.
"Will you both shut your unceasing bickering. If you were still enough for one moment you would realize what cost you were having on the boy," he said, looking annoyed. He was tempted to give them both a good shake. Or staking.
"You," he said, looking pointedly at the female, "Samantha took the boy in. You should know better than to start a shouting match in his new home. And you," he said, turning his attack onto the younger male, "Emory know better than anyone about frightened boys."
While normally Charles was in the background during these arguments tonight he was tired. The bickering was grating in his nerves. While the other two had been busy at each other's throats recently, he'd been stuck with watching after the boy. Though he didn't really mind as much the more time he spent with him he still didn't really like the idea of a human living with them. He seemed loyal to Sam however and hadn't given them any trouble. If he was going to stay on their side then Charles felt he owed it to him to try and relieve some of his suffering.
If that meant telling off his offspring then so be it. For now he was on the human's side. He doubted either had meant to scare the young human. But while they bickered his fears had gone unnoticed. For now he had to play the bad agent. Hopefully the guilt they might feel would be enough to keep the next few weeks quieter. Perhaps Charles would actually be able to finish a game of chess or do his crossword. He'd given up on trying to enjoy Shakespeare when Emory and Sam were home together.
"Now if you two idiots have figured out what I've been talking about i suggest you go see to it," he said, roughly letting them both go. He watched them for a moment. "Well," he said, his voice still annoyed. "GO."
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Post by Emory Montague on Nov 11, 2009 14:45:27 GMT -4
"You are unbelievable!" Samantha replied, her voice still growing louder. "I can't believe you - "
"Enough."
Emory nearly jumped out of his skin. All these years and Charles still hadn't showed him how to be just that stealthy. Perhaps everyone had to keep some tricks.
"Will you both shut your unceasing bickering."
Ah. So that was the black little rain cloud he'd felt coming their way a moment ago. They were giving the old man a headache. Okay. So they are all old. It was just an expression.
He winced as Charles grabbed his ear. How old fashioned was this? He was just waiting to hear someone start screeching about boxing his ears for doing something wrong. "Ow," he said, as if letting Charles know that it hurt would get him to let go.
"If you were still enough for one moment you would realize what cost you were having on the boy."
This caused him to freeze. What was he talking about? Matt had been in bed for at least an hour. He was asleep. Emory had heard his breathing evening out when he'd walked by his room earlier.
"You," Charles said, looking at Samantha, "took the boy in. You should know better than to start a shouting match in his new home. And you," he said, turning to face Emory now "know better than anyone about frightened boys."
Well that certainly sobered him up. Frowning Emory stayed silent as Charles seemed to quietly tell them off. His voice may have been softer than their before tones but it was certainly more deadly.
"Now if you two idiots have figured out what I've been talking about I suggest you go see to it," he said, roughly letting them both go.
Emory raised a hand to rub his ear. A simple 'shut up and stop scaring the human with your yelling' would have sufficed thank you very much. He didn't have to take it out on his poor ear.
"Well," he said, his voice still annoyed. "GO."
"Alright," Emory said, quickly moving out of Charles' arm length. "We're going," he said, holding up his hands in surrender.
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Post by Samantha McBaine on Nov 11, 2009 15:34:23 GMT -4
"Enough."
Samantha started in fright and fell silent immediately. She could sense a huge telling off coming their way and she was already beginning to feel like a stupid child. By the end of this, she was sure she was going to be just a puddle of shame.
"Will you both shut your unceasing bickering." She looked down at his hand on her arm in surprise. It hurt, but only a little, she was more concerned about the fact that it was Charles doing the hurting. She didn't think he'd ever done that before. He must be really angry. If you were still enough for one moment you would realize what cost you were having on the boy,"
Matt? He was sleeping wasn't he? She focused all of her attention on the room down the hall until she could figure out what Charles was talking about. Matt was terrified. But of what? The yelling? What about yelling could make him so - oh no.
"You, Samantha took the boy in. You should know better than to start a shouting match in his new home.
Sam swallowed hard, having already turned her annoyance inward and was already in the process of telling herself how utterly stupid she was. Actually, that was probably an understatement, but the idea was the same.
"Now if you two idiots have figured out what I've been talking about i suggest you go see to it," Sam rubbed her arm lightly as Charles let her go and, as she looked at Emory, was very glad she hadn't been taken by the ear as well. "Well," he said, his voice still annoyed. "GO."
In any other circumstances, Sam probably would have been hurt. No, that was a lie, she was still hurt, but at the moment she was too concerned about Matt to care... that and it was probably true. Later, when she was sure he was okay, she could go and sulk about being called an idiot.
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