Sigefrid -> Serena: Bitch Came Back

Ni @ Serena: //Bahahahaha couldn't resist love yu!!!

 

Serena: "Oh, so you like me when I'm on my knees?"

 

“Is that really what you got from that song?” Rheagal asked snidely as he tilted his head at her. Smirking a bit as he leaned against the nearest wall.

 

"Trent sees the silver lining in things. Why shouldn't I? And more importantly, whomst the fuck are you?"

 

"I mean it was nice.... And then you started TALKING! So yeah maybe take some pointers and next time you want to be a lying skank Serene. Just keep the dick in your fucking mouth and a shut the fuck up" Sigefrid put in with a rather clever smirk.

 

“Oh me? I am Rheagal. Becca’s eldest. Pleasure.” He chuckled softly and smirked. “Because not everyone wants what someone else wants. If Sigefrid said no, that’s what he means. No. Not try harder.” He chuckled softly, appraising the female before him and knew right away, all wasn’t as it seemed.

 

Penryn: Nope! Party foul! Firstly, Rheagal wasn’t invited to this conversation. Secondly, Sigefrid/his admin approached Serena, not the other way round. Thirdly, Rheagal chuckled twice in that paragraph. Fourthly, you can’t fucking clock someone’s assigned sex just by looking at them.

 

"For the tenth time, Sigefrid," Serena said exasperatedly, "I didn't LIE to you! I didn't say anything one way or the other until you directly asked me, and then I confirmed it before you ripped my bodice!" But she did smile at him affectionately. "Next time?" she echoed. "Well, I was about to... in front of your brother, remember?"

Turning to Rheagal, she glared. "Why don't you mind your own fucking business?" she snarled. "This is between Sigefrid and me. Nobody asked for your opinion." The fact that he looked vaguely like a younger Nathaniel did not help her impression of him, as she had resented Nathaniel for years before they'd finally become friends.

 

"Ergo LIED!!!" Sigefrid bellowed back almost as soon as she'd began ranting about not lying for probably the millionth time. Honestly he was pretty furious currently and for evident reason. Letting out a sigh he soon shook his head looking as if he was thinking hard for a moment. "How about you just shut your mouth and leave. I thought we established literally no one likes the sound of your voice" He added in a cold tone.

 

“Not my business? Oh, I think it is when you make MY Alpha angry.” Rheagal said, casting a look to Sigefrid and smirked. “Nobody has to ask for my opinion, they get it whether they want to or not, and you are being a pushy broad. No one likes that. Ever.” He tried not to cuss as he had been told to always be polite to ladies, but this woman was flat out nuts!

 

Penryn: Firstly, Sigefrid is a grown man who can handle his own disagreements. Secondly, are you jealous because you want to be on your knees for him? Thirdly, why don’t you shut your mouth and leave? No-one likes an interloper, either.

 

"HOW IS IT A LIE IF I DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING?" Serena shouted back, tears forming in her eyes. "AND IF I CONFIRMED IT WHEN YOU ASKED? THAT'S NOT A LIE! IT'S NOT LIKE I COMMITTED PERJURY!"

Jealousy shot through Serena like a lightning bolt as Rheagal referred to Sigefrid as his alpha, and her hand went for her switchblade, before she thought better of it. Whether she liked the kid or not, he still belonged to Elf Becca, and she cared somewhat about the elf matron.

"I didn't MAKE him anything. He's choosing to be angry. But I can. Make him." She flicked her eyes up at Sigefrid. "Keep that in mind. I did it to my best friend, and I've no problem doing it to you."

 

"Sounds like a load of piss and vinegar anymore bitch.... Secondly try me and I will gladly stick you on a pike! You can be our talking door greeter!" Sigefrid mused actually smirking a bit at the thought. Perhaps he couldn't kill her and maybe she'd like it but if she couldn't move that was still close enough to dealing with the fucking problem. Reaching to pick up a nearby piece of meat he took a bite and leaned back. Feet moving up to the table top casually.

 

"You can't debilitate me, either," Serena said softly. But she sat on the floor beside him and rested her head on his thigh silently.

 

“Don’t threaten my Alpha again.” Rheagal’s words were slightly darker. “No, you didn’t make anyone actually fall for you. Is that really what you thought? Kidnapping and forcing does not equate to real love.” He eyed the broad’s hands as they went to her switchblades and he smirked again. “I wouldn’t… you know what I am if you know my mother, and she taught us well.” Seeing her try to push her luck, he picked up a pillow and lightly tossed it at her, hitting her upside the head. “Stop touching him! He said he doesn’t like it.” He growled.

 

Penryn: How the fuck would Rheagal know what happened between Sebastian and Trent? How the fuck would Rheagal know Sebastian and Serena are the same person? They literally just met. Also, oooh big man, making empty threats and throwing pillows. This really does read like Rheagal is jealous. Also, he’s giving the same whiny refrain about Trent x Sebastian that Trent’s wife constantly gives, which makes it seem more like an author issue than a character issue.

 

Serena clung to Sigefrid's leg and shook her head, crying.

 

Moving his bad arm over his chest and slowly pulled the sheath from the blade he had with his other hand. Eyes slightly rolling Sigefrid finally moved and placed the point at the back of Serenes head. "Mmm kind have a few theories I want to test" He growled with a wicked smirk suddenly forming on his lips.

 

“Enough with the water works too… it is very unbecoming. No one likes that either, not to mention it doesn’t work.” Rheagal rolled his eyes and took a few steps back. He knew better.

 

Penryn: Too bad his mum didn’t know better than to grab a coat hanger and unexist him and his siblings. Let the person with rejection-sensitive dysphoria cry if they want.

 

"This was an AB conversation. He tagged me. Why don't you C your interloping ass out."

 

Penryn: A little too meta for comfort, but…

 

"Well that's definitely enough of that for the moment" Sigefrid mused smartly and after Serene and gone on towards Rheagal he moved to jab the blade straight threw the back part of her head so that it was soon sticking right from her mouth in a rather gory fashion.

 

'Okay, rude,' Serena thought. When the pain wore down some, she reached back and removed the knife, then licked the blade clean and returned it to him, gazing up at him with the sweetest look in her eyes.

"Seriously?" Trent was more than a little annoyed. He knelt next to Serena and wrapped strong arms around her, cradling her close. It was clear from the way he held her that he thought of her as precious and delicate. He looked up at Rheagal and Sigefrid with a calculating expression, but said nothing further.

 

"Bye bye now" Sigefrid scoffed as he began to chuckle dully at seeing Trent eyeing him up a bit weird again. As if this was HIS fault or something! What a chode!

 

Now Trent spoke up. "You broke her heart," he said accusingly. "How could you?"

 

"I doubt that. This bitch is probably just acting because she's literally insane" Sigefrid sneered coldly back towards the male who now wanted to go and actually talk shit.

 

“How can you break someone’s heart when you don’t even know them?” Rheagal butted in. “Sigefrid doesn’t know her like that… and she stabbed him when he said no. So… that makes no sense.”

 

Penryn: *Luigi Largo voice* PAVI! SHUT THE FUCK UP!

Serleina: Ooh, ooh!

Penryn: Yes, go ahead.

Serleina: ♪I’M THE SMARTEST! AND THE TOUGHEST! I WILL FIND A HOLE AND FUCK IT! IF THERE AIN’T ONE! I WILL MAKE ONE! LUIGI DON’T TAKE SHIT FROM NO-ONE! ONE! BRAIN, MARK IT UP! ONLY I GOT BRAINS ENOUGH! THAT’S WHY POP WILL LEAVE GENE-CO TO MEEEEEEE, ME ME ME ME!

 

"No, it's not an act," Trent said, frowning. "I recognize this. She likes you."

He turned to the boy. "Hello," he greeted the boy politely. "I disagree with you. Rebecca-- Human Rebecca-- broke my heart every day in college and after, until we got together."

He looked at Sigefrid. "Where did she stab him? He looks fine to me. Not a scratch on him."

Serena snuggled into Trent's embrace. Normally she resented that he and Luci treated her like she was made of glass, but lately, she was sad and she appreciated her best friend sticking up for her.

"Sigefrid, this is Trent. We've been friends since second grade. Um, about 25 years. Trent, this is Sigefrid. I like him. And he liked me, at first."

 

"That's not Trent. That's fanny pack turtle boy" Sigefrid replied before actually snickering a bit childishly as he leaned back casting a grin towards Trent and otherwise not really caring for what either had to say at this point. Honestly the whole thing was just fucking STUPID.

 

"His name is Trent," Serena repeated. "Wait... are you the guy he dared to wear the backpack shorts?!"

 

Hearing her ask that Sigefrid only kept laughing, this time even harder.

 

"Oh my gosh, you're the chicken!" Now Serena was laughing too. "I fell for the chicken!"

 

"Cockadoodledoo mother fuckers" Sigefrid added slightly smirking. Honestly it was pretty funny even he had to admit Trent had actually got him on that one. Fairly good to....

 

"Mm..." Serena purred softly. "You can wake me up any morning," she murmured flirtatiously, then turned serious as something occurred to her.

"Morning. Leftovers! That's it! I gotta go." She scrambled to her feet. "Um, my husband's a nightclub owner," she explained. "He knows people. And there should be some party drugs left over from last night in our penthouse. I'll be back!" She squealed and kissed Trent and Sigefrid both on the lips, then skipped away happily.

 

Sigefrid sort of froze a bit and made a sulky expression once she'd kissed him and gone to scamper off. "Disgusting bitch" he muttered under his breath before reaching for his nearby beer and sinking further in his seat.

 

Trent looked sharply at him. "She's not," he said. "Although I wonder what she wants drugs for? She's been clean for months."

 

Sigefrid shrugged a bit carelessly and not really putting much though into it either. What did he care? He hardly knew much more about her than she was insane and couldn't die.... Unfortunately for his own sanity.

 

Trent watched the man, whom he still considered insecure about his masculinity. He tilted his head with a slight frown. "Hey... you don't do drugs, do you?"

 

"Nope, not at all" Sigefrid replied as the other very blatantly asked suddenly. What did that matter? At least to Trent anyhow.

 

"Okay, cool," said Trent. "It's a terrible habit. Anyway, though, about Serena, I've known her as long as I can remember and can I just tell you something? Whatever happened between you, the more you push her away, the more determined she's going to be, and she really doesn't take rejection well when she acknowledges it at all. When she wanted me, she took me on vacation with her, to my own storage unit, for a month. We... She-- well... he, in this circumstance, made love to me every day." Trent's voice was soft as he explained. "I'm a strong man, Sigefrid. I'm blessed with a fortitude known to few. But it was... consistent enough, often enough, to be painful." He gave Sigefrid an uncommonly serious look.

"I stayed, willingly. Because the lives of two other people I love were at stake, as well as my own freedom in the larger sense. He's my lawyer, but he's done quite a lot for me off the books, and he kept receipts for every single thing I asked of him. Some things aren't covered by attorney-client privilege under California law. Afterwards, when my fiancée and our boyfriend and his other boyfriend came and got me.... It took me a while to process things, but I eventually came to the conclusion that he had taken me with him out of love, and that all he wanted from me, more than just access to my body, was love. We had been best friends forever, and he had the means to destroy my life and kill the people I love, but besides that, I found I truly was flattered that he would go to such lengths for a silly ol' lug like me. I understand that it's different for you, because you just met Serena, but whatever she said or did to you, it can't possibly have...." He trailed off, searching for better words.

"I think you are strong enough to move past it and at least try to be nicer. Serena's not usually reckless, so if she's gone that far off the rails, playing nice might be your safest bet. I can only keep her mellow to a point."

 

Sitting there looking as if he would have rather been almost anywhere else through the entire explanation Sigefrid let out a frustrated breath once the other had finished. "Are you done?" He sort of growled before rolling his eyes. "Blowing my brains out seems like a good option right about now. Thanks for your counsel Trent. Now go away" He added though even as he said that he was already getting up and preparing to take his leave. Honestly, all these people were VERY freaky....

 

Serena came back just in time to hear that.

"No, please don't kill yourself," she gasped, breathless from running. She had a tote bag slung over one shoulder and, as she tried to catch her breath, she reached into it and pulled out an unlabelled bottle and handed it to Sigefrid.

"Try this," she said softly. "The potential side effects are minimum, even with mead, and it's real good for pain. All kinds of pain. Actually..." She wavered slightly, as if she might want to keep it for herself, then grimaced and handed it over. "I can't. Xander. He won't drink from me if I take anything. So, you can try this, and then call me if you like it or want something different or... or when you run out. I wrote my number on a paper and left it in there for you. I um..." She looked down. "I'm really sorry for the trouble. I lo... I'll see you around."