Whatever Happened to Saturday Night

Kyrie walked down the streets, an easy grin on his face as he past person after person.

Although her grinned, and appeared to tip an imaginary hat to each person he passed, his eyes were glazed over, hardly focusing on the faces, even as he looked at them.

Yet no one noticed, it wasn't a thing one noticed, strangers on the street were never truly looking at the people they pasted.

And that was how Ky went on in life. No one noticed there was anything wrong, until they were far too close.

He crashed into a girl, not entirely sure if it was him, or her that was not paying attention.

"Is it really that difficult to walk?"

Oh Russia. Sure it was cold and she couldn't understand a great number of the people around, the clothes that dragged her here were worth it.

Really, it seemed that clothes shopping was the only reason she stepped out in the day. Her family could just be visited during the night, and all the good parties began long after the sun had fallen. Walking down the street, having decided to spend the day alone, her green eyes misted over, too concerned with thoughts of dancing and fun to focus on where she was going.

Slamming into the boy, Juliette frowned, looking up at him. Her expression cleared as she really looked at him, unable to ignore his attractive features. "Walking is simple, it's looking that you should be more concerned with."

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"But blind people seem to walk with no problem. So does that mean you are mistaken? Or are the blind people merely lying to us? Perhaps they can see quite well. I've always wondered if they can see better than us you know."

He hummed softly to himself, his rant causing him to almost forget the girl was there.

"There are many kinds of seeing many indeed. I see..." he bounced on the balls of his feet, his eyes glazing over as he became lost in his own mind, "Seeing is Beliveing... or is it Believing is seeing?"

Kyrie's gaze lingered over the girl, and would have passed without any notice if he hadn't caugh sight of something glinting in the sun. Suddenly his focus was completely transfix, as he grabbed a hold of the object and pulled it - and the girl wearing it - closer.

"Ooh," he fawned over it, turning the object over in his hand causing the light to make it sparkle more, "So pretty." He breathed slowly, then allowed his eyes to drift to the girl wearing the object, his eyes catching on her's. They were bright too, sparkling, his attention was transfixed again, "Just like you're eyes. They sparkle - have you ever noticed that?"

There was an almost niave facination in that claim that it came across not as a corny pick up line, as it would have across any other lip, but an honest statment.

"Well," she said slowly, the gears in her head turning, "Blind people can walk, yes, but I don't see how crashing into everything is walking well. Oh," Juliette added, almost in afterthought. Pulling herself up onto the tips of her toes, she whispered in his ear. "and I'm never wrong."

Back on her feet, she tilted her head at him. He was odd, she decided, but odd people were usually rather interesting, weren't they?

Blinking rapidly as she was suddenly jerked forward by her necklace, she looked up into his eyes, momentarily alarmed, but as she took in the way his eyes were glued to the jewellery, she couldn't help but smile.

"Thank you," she dipped her head in a nod. She'd been told it so many times that it had almost become tiresome, but the way he said it was just different. "I have, but it doesn't hurt to hear it a few times." She let out a little tinkling laugh.

"How do you know you're never wrong? If you're never wrong does that mean someone else is always wrong? Am I always wrong?"

A look of deep concern passed across the man's face, as this thought shook him completely. He had never bothered with wrong before... in that way, he had also never bothered with right.

Kyrie seemed to only bother with... is. What is and isn't, was and wasn't. Of course, is view on these things were quite squewed compared to the rest of the world.

"You're laugh sparkles too," he stated, awe dripping from each word as he stared at the woman. "You're ... breath taking you know. I've never met anyone who seems to.... sparkle quite so."

Tilting her head, Juliette watched him curiously. His way of seeing the world, it was almost disconcerting how simple it was. Shaking her head softly, she gave him a little smile. "I was kidding."

Reaching over, she brushed a hand across his shoulder, almost in a caressing nature. "Take a joke. Live a little."

Ducking her head again, she grinned, rubbing at her red cheeks. But whether it was from the cold around them of because of his compliment, she wasn't sure. "Aww, thank you. That's sweet." Tucking a strand of hair behind an ear, she tilted her head slightly, "Want to see just how much I can sparkle?"

"Jokes," Kyrie tilted his head, a smile crossing his features, "I like jokes... when they are funny. Though sometimes they aren't funny... then I wonder how they can be jokes. Don't jokes not have to be funny? To make them jokes?"

He shook his head, a frown on his handsome features again, "People use jokes as excuses. It can't have hurt, because it was just a joke... but... still it hurts? So... how does that make sense?"

Watching the girl closely, he couldn't help but mirror her actions, reaching out a hand, and brushing back the hair again, after she had just done so.

"You can sparkle more?" he breathed, wonder colouring his face, "I did not think that was possible. Show me."

"I guess some people just can't tell jokes. Either that or their sense of humour is off." Shrugging, Juliette shivered, pulling her coat tighter around her. The cold she could deal with, as long as it didn't end up storming. Glancing up at the sky nervously, she shook her head.

She'd be fine. Apparation existed for a reason.

"It does," she said slowly, nodding. "It wasn't supposed to hurt, but it did anyway. Some people can be careless with other people's feelings." Didn't everyone had moments in life when other people weren't as important? She sure had.

Glancing up into his eyes, she leaned into his touch, fingers reaching up to brush against his.

"Sure," she grinned, her face lighting up at the expression on his face. Taking one of his hands in hers, she squeezed it. "Do you have any place we could be alone?"

Kyrie frowned for a moment. Alone... why would she want...

"Yes!" his face lit up as he recalled a near by house, one of his fathers long forgotten safe houses - one of the first, abandoned when Ky was just a child, before he had even thought about getting as... bad as he was now.

"Come! Come! Its this way!"

Leading the girl by the hand, he started going back the he had originally came.

Taking in the slight frown on his face, she bit her lip for a moment. There was that chance that he wasn't - well he was attracted to her, his reaction to her earlier proved it, but -

But then he grinned and all the thoughts that had been running through her head instantly melted away. He really was rather stunning to look at, especially with that smile on his face. Grinning back, she kept up, walking briskly beside him.

"It's not far, is it?" She shivered again, leaning into him, green eyes wide as she turned them up to look at him.

Kyrie shook his head enthusaistically, "Nope, not that far at all. Its just over the river and through the woods."

He hummed this statement with a wide eyes grin. He turned a few more corners, not stopping and going the way by memory, humming random tunes as he went.

"Ta da," he pulled the door of the place open with a grin. Once one stepped in, they could see all the walls had been turned into mass art supplies, some walls dark, swirling images, and other walls colours of bright splashes all over it. They managed to clash and yet go together at the same time. There was some odd similarities too them all.

Most likely because they all came from the same mind.

His mind.

"Kyrie." He stated almost at random.

Over the river and through the woods...that sounded like something straight out of a child's tale. Shaking her head, amused with her thought process these last few months. It seemed everything reminded her of fairy tales.

Stepping into the house, her green eyes scanned the walls of the house. It was beautiful really, the way the walls were all different yet somehow seemed to work as one. Almost magestic. Juliette couldn't help wonder just who the artist behind this was.

Jolted out of her thoughts by the man, she turned back to him. "Juliette," she introduced, giving him one of her dazzling smiles.

"Right, sparkling." Nodding to herself, she glanced back up Kyrie. The worry from before was coming back. That maybe she was taking advantage of him here and that - letting out a little sigh, she gave her head a little shake. There was only one way to really know, wasn't there?

Shooting him another smile, she moved slowly towards him, looking him up and down. He really was breathtaking. Reaching him, Juliette searched his eyes for a moment before pulling herself up onto the tip of her toes and pressing her lips to his, gently at first but slowly becoming more and more passionate.

The pictures always seemed to calm him. Even in his most heated fits, if he could just find the pictures, or find a way to get what was inside of his head out then...

He could calm down, even if it was just for a little while.

Her voice though, her voice drew him back away from his fantacies, the excitment peaking through him again.

"Sparkle," he repeated in a low, almost mystified voice, as he turned to focus upon her. He tilted his head to the side as she seemed to hesitiat. "ARe you-"

And then her lips were upon his and he was at a lose for what to do. There was nothing in his mind that said... said what to do in this situation.

So, he just did what she did, wrapping his arms around her and going with the flow.

Relaxing minutely as his arms wound their way around her, Juliette smiled against his lips. At least now her conscience was appeased. She could continue on guilt free. Her hands reaching up to run through his hair, the former Angelique deepened the kiss, leaning and then pressing her body against his.  

And then she pulled away, giving him a coy little smile. "Do you want me to sparkle more?" Why was she being so - so childlike? Why in the world did she feel the need to ask his permission? But Kyrie - he almost seemed -

Juliette gave her head a small shake, she looked back up at him. She needed to stop being so damn nice all the time. And with that, her lips were against his once more, hands cupping his face as she pushed him into the wall behind him, her kiss full of longing and want and passion. 

Any response Kyrie might have had to her question - though if it had to do with sparkling, the young confused man would always say yes - was lost as he found himself between her and the wall.

He let out a mew of confusion, and startlement, before some part of his body's natural reaction overrided his brain, and began to react of their own accord.

Placing his hands on her hips, the man leaned into her as he kissed back.

"Wh-what's," his brain was slowly clearing the fog that was overriding it, and despite the fact he had only pulled his lips away from hers, resting it gently about her skin, it was starting to take some control again, "Is this alright then?"

Juliette pushed farther against him, her hands no longer running through his hair but moving downward, wrapping around him to pull him closer to her, all the while her lips pressing against his. They were soft, so very soft. Inviting even. A small shiver ran up the girl's spine, but it had nothing to do with her body temperature.

"Yes," she murmured, her voice husky as her arms wrapped around his neck, shivering again as his lips found their way to her skin. "More than alright." And then her long legs had wrapped themselves around his waist, hands pushing his head upwards to attack her lips against his again.

Not having to be told, or asked twice - one word of approval enough to shut down any questions in his brain - Ky let her guide his lips back to hers, kissing back with the ease of someone who had done this countless times before.

Although Ky had not memory of ever doing it at all.

Her legs wrapped around him, and his arms found their way to the small of her back, pushing her against him even as he moved forward himself. Connection seemed to be key. The young man may not have known what he was doing, but some part of his brain seemed to be saying as long as he was touching her, than it was okay.

"Should we go somewhere more... comfortable?"

She was almost too caught up in the continuous act of pressing herself farther against him even though there really was no space left to hear his words.

Almost.

After all, he'd had to pull his lips away from hers to speak. And that had most certainly grabbed her attention, a small mew of protest beginning somewhere in the back of the girl's throat.

But as he spoke, Juliette's eyes lit up and she placed her feet back on solid ground. Intertwining her fingers though his, she grinned. "Lead on."

(Ew. Ew. It doesn't even make sense. D:)

Weaving his way through the barren rooms. Most of the furtnature had been relocated once it was completely decided the building was going to be abandoned, Ky lead the way into the one room that still had its furnituring in it.

It certainly wasn't anywhere special, not in the least. The walls here were perhaps more painted than the rest of the room. The plain white bedspread spattered with paint as the boy had never thought to remove it before starting his work. Even the ceiling was a swirl of colours, almost like a sun, if one were to squint, thought it had a darker quality to it. It appeared... almost as if it were exploding from within.

Worrying his lip the boy inclinde his head towards the room.

"Is this.. okay?"

The house - it really didn't seem like people lived here anymore. Frowning minutely as they passed empty after empty room, Juliette gave her head a little shake. She wasn't here to ogle at Kyrie's house, now was she?

Eyes scanning the room they stopped in for a moment, she flicked her green eyes from the bed up to the man as he spoke. Why wouldn't it be? It had a bed after all. Though technically, you didn't really need a bed. But none of that crossed her face. Instead, she simply nodded, pulling herself up onto her tiptoes to kiss him, tugging on his jacket as she steered them towards the bed.

A smile pulled at his lips as relief flooded through him at the minute sine of approval. Anything even in the slightest was all the young man needed.

Allowing her to lead him towards the bed, where he sat down with the precice care of someone out of their element, before slowly pulling her back down beside him, bring his lips back to hers.



(... I can't even explain how crappy this is... I'm sorry.)

It was almost comical how at complete total odds they were at. He was out of his element, while she was in hers. After all, if you only lived once, why not enjoy it?

Pressing herself further against him as they laid down, Juliette wrapped her arms around him, her kisses still soft despite the burning passion behind them. Pushing him flat onto his back, she pulled herself on top of him, a grin dancing across her face as her coat disappeared, crumpling into a heap next to the bed.

Grinding her body against his, she kissed him once again on the lips before beginning to trail her lips along his jawline and down his throat.

It almost startled the man - that would be, it would have it Kyrie understood what it meant to be startled - how swiftly his body reacted to hers. It was instinctual, no need to even think about it.

Much like anything Kyrie did.

If he stopped to think, everything became far too muddled.

This...

He was slowly realizing he knew this.

His hands tangled in her hair, pulling her closer to him, even as he was pushing back with his own body. Connection - he still understood - was key. He didn't even notice the involuntary groan that escaped his lips, nor did he notice the way he tugged her away from him slightly, so his hands could wander freely. He let out a frusturated growl at how much of her was covered by the bulky winter shirt.

He didn't even regester that it was his doing, when it disappeared; he only had eyes, hands, lips for the new skin it revealed.

She could hardly think anymore. Her mind was blank, blank of everything expect for the man underneath her.

All other thoughts would just get in the way, so she expelled them, banishing them until she really needed them. And now was not one of those times.

She grinned at his groan, slowing down the rate of her teasing kisses. Letting out a little whine of protest as she was pulled away, she met his gaze for a moment, and then her hands were off, making their way towards his legs, running over and rubbing between them.

As more of her clothes disappeared, she shivered from the sudden exposure and then at feeling of his hands and lips across her skin, a soft moan parting from her lips. His shirt was gone just as quickly, joining the growing pile of clothes.

Juliette only paused to breath, and then her mouth was back against his skin.

The moan excited him. An odd thing really. He didn't understand why it did, but the simple sound sent almost as much of a thrill through him, as the way her hands moving along his legs did.

His own hands had found themselves into the waistband of her jeans, using the belt loops to tug her closer to himself, even as he pushed against her, moving his hips up and against hers, before letting out a soft growl flipping them over, pressing himself down on her from atop as his hands slowly slipped below the material, the top button undoing without him even noticing he had done it.