Get them to hit some punching bags instead. We've got enough gyms.
[The punching bags were more likely to survive it than all the pillows. She shakes her head, taking another couple of steps towards Jenna, her dogs finding spots in the room to settle or starting to nose through the mess. Taylor isn't going to say where her teachers expected her to end up. Dead, was probably the answer.]
You don't need to thank me.
[Jenna needed the blood to stay alive. If that wasn't motivation enough, reason enough, Taylor didn't know what could be.]
Telling people to go away doesn't help the image we have to put forward, even if sometimes I'd like to.
[ setting down her armful of feather-things in a bin already half full of its companions, jenna shakes her head. ]
Someday, someday, I am going to get you to be selfish and aware of how much you're worth. And then I'm going to brag about it for the rest of my unnatural life. [ fast, before tyke can do more than make a face. ] Arm or neck?
[Beating things up tends to work for her and a lot of her people, but then, she doesn't know how many of them would pass Jenna's standards for mentally stable and healthy.
And then she's frowning (not making a face, thanks), but at least Jenna gives her a way to avoid reacting to that statement.]
Arm.
[Because she still doesn't like the possibility of Jenna messing up the tattoos on her neck. She pulls the hoodie off, not sure she can keep the oversized sleeves pushed up comfortably, revealing that she really hadn't stopped on the way here from the gym, only a sports bra on underneath.]
oh man yes i love you but also i don't this cr hurts
[ it's completely a face, but jenna will allow tyke the dignity of pretending it's a frown. ]
--oh, hey, that one's new. [ craning her neck to get a better look at the tattoo, jenna's smile goes pleased once she realizes what it is. ]
Okay, now seventeen year old me is regretting the Mason and tequila-encouraged inner thigh butterfly and wishing I'd gone for my favorite flower instead. Which that happens to be, so now she's even more jealous. It's beautiful, Tyke.
[There are a few newer on her - more skulls on her arm, a grim reaper added in, and a heraldic eagle framing the underside of her breasts. But the most colourful and the one she knows has caught Jenna's attention is the branch of yellow orchids curving up her right side.]
I know.
[Which she immediately realises was the wrong thing to say, makes it sound like she's agreeing with the it's beautiful. Not that she's gonna insult Noah's work, but she just isn't the type to boast about how it looks on her. That wasn't what she was trying to refer to, so she amends,]
I didn't already tell you that and forget, did I? Because if I managed to get your favorite flower out of you and don't remember I'm going to kick myself.
[ it's on the tip of her tongue to ask— 'did you get it because of me?'— but the little tiny voice that sounds like mom screams something about arrogance and letting people say kind things instead of fishing around for validation, jenna sommers holds her back from just blurting it out. ]
Can I look closer? [ works instead. ]
well I guess I won't give you any more then OH WAIT
[She shakes her head a little, folding the hoodie over and tossing it on one of the couches.]
I don't have a favourite flower.
[Like that's the most important part of that question to address. She steps closer, no real hesitation. Jenna was meant to be feeding off her arm at some point, looking closer was likely to happen anyway.
But there is a pause where she decides between forcing the realisation or letting it go. And she's never naturally that great at any kind of dishonesty.]
[ tearing up is going to weird tyke out and jenna knows it, so she swipes at her eyes with the backs of her hands and shakes her head, waving the action off. ]
I'm weird and emotional and that's... an amazingly beautiful gesture, I'm fine. And scale of one to ten, how much do you wish I would just go ahead and bite you now instead of talking about feelings? [ she laughs a little, shaking her head. ] It's beautiful, and thank you. All long emotional speeches aside, thank you.
[It's a repeat of what she'd said earlier, but the same line runs through. Taylor had got the tattoo for herself, because it settled an itch in her skin, let her keep what was important close. Jenna talking about feelings, thanking her for it, they both seem as weird as each other, and she's left obviously a little confused about it. Wonders if she should maybe just shove her arm out at Jenna to cover it over.]
[ she has the impulse to cry mostly under control now, wiping at her eyes a few more times and grinning ruefully. ] You'd have driven mom even more insane than I did. "Manners, girls". Manners are a big deal in Mystic Falls— in Virginia, really.
[ sighing, she rolls her eyes and holds out her hand for tyke's arm, tone wry. ] Okay, okay. Let me guess, less feelings talk and get with actually feeding?
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[The punching bags were more likely to survive it than all the pillows. She shakes her head, taking another couple of steps towards Jenna, her dogs finding spots in the room to settle or starting to nose through the mess. Taylor isn't going to say where her teachers expected her to end up. Dead, was probably the answer.]
You don't need to thank me.
[Jenna needed the blood to stay alive. If that wasn't motivation enough, reason enough, Taylor didn't know what could be.]
no subject
[ setting down her armful of feather-things in a bin already half full of its companions, jenna shakes her head. ]
Someday, someday, I am going to get you to be selfish and aware of how much you're worth. And then I'm going to brag about it for the rest of my unnatural life. [ fast, before tyke can do more than make a face. ] Arm or neck?
forces tattoo reveal in here
Just call it a different kind of therapy.
[Beating things up tends to work for her and a lot of her people, but then, she doesn't know how many of them would pass Jenna's standards for mentally stable and healthy.
And then she's frowning (not making a face, thanks), but at least Jenna gives her a way to avoid reacting to that statement.]
Arm.
[Because she still doesn't like the possibility of Jenna messing up the tattoos on her neck. She pulls the hoodie off, not sure she can keep the oversized sleeves pushed up comfortably, revealing that she really hadn't stopped on the way here from the gym, only a sports bra on underneath.]
oh man yes i love you but also i don't this cr hurts
--oh, hey, that one's new. [ craning her neck to get a better look at the tattoo, jenna's smile goes pleased once she realizes what it is. ]
Okay, now seventeen year old me is regretting the Mason and tequila-encouraged inner thigh butterfly and wishing I'd gone for my favorite flower instead. Which that happens to be, so now she's even more jealous. It's beautiful, Tyke.
crawls back in here so so late
I know.
[Which she immediately realises was the wrong thing to say, makes it sound like she's agreeing with the it's beautiful. Not that she's gonna insult Noah's work, but she just isn't the type to boast about how it looks on her. That wasn't what she was trying to refer to, so she amends,]
That it's your favourite flower.
ew god i hate koke tags OH WAIT
I didn't already tell you that and forget, did I? Because if I managed to get your favorite flower out of you and don't remember I'm going to kick myself.
[ it's on the tip of her tongue to ask— 'did you get it because of me?'— but the little tiny voice that sounds like mom screams something about arrogance and letting people say kind things instead of fishing around for validation, jenna sommers holds her back from just blurting it out. ]
Can I look closer? [ works instead. ]
well I guess I won't give you any more then OH WAIT
I don't have a favourite flower.
[Like that's the most important part of that question to address. She steps closer, no real hesitation. Jenna was meant to be feeding off her arm at some point, looking closer was likely to happen anyway.
But there is a pause where she decides between forcing the realisation or letting it go. And she's never naturally that great at any kind of dishonesty.]
I asked Ric.
fffffffffffffffff these two just FFFFFFFFFFF
[ tearing up is going to weird tyke out and jenna knows it, so she swipes at her eyes with the backs of her hands and shakes her head, waving the action off. ]
I'm weird and emotional and that's... an amazingly beautiful gesture, I'm fine. And scale of one to ten, how much do you wish I would just go ahead and bite you now instead of talking about feelings? [ she laughs a little, shaking her head. ] It's beautiful, and thank you. All long emotional speeches aside, thank you.
:3 :3
[It's a repeat of what she'd said earlier, but the same line runs through. Taylor had got the tattoo for herself, because it settled an itch in her skin, let her keep what was important close. Jenna talking about feelings, thanking her for it, they both seem as weird as each other, and she's left obviously a little confused about it. Wonders if she should maybe just shove her arm out at Jenna to cover it over.]
Re: :3 :3
[ she has the impulse to cry mostly under control now, wiping at her eyes a few more times and grinning ruefully. ] You'd have driven mom even more insane than I did. "Manners, girls". Manners are a big deal in Mystic Falls— in Virginia, really.
[ sighing, she rolls her eyes and holds out her hand for tyke's arm, tone wry. ] Okay, okay. Let me guess, less feelings talk and get with actually feeding?