Warren and Tamara, backdated to July 16
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ax_mainWarren stops by the rec room where Tamara is on "bed rest." Serious flirtation occurs.
Tamara was much better prepared for a day in the rec room today. She'd grabbed her spot, laying with her feet on the couch and her body on the first half of the armless sectional couch section, wings draped on either side. She'd checked out a laptop, had a couple bottles of soda and a pile of snacks on the floor next to her, and the remote in hand.
And yeah, she'd brought enough to share. She was determined to make friends, even though she couldn't actually go meet people. Hanging out with the TV was definitely going to help with that.
Of course there was still nothing on TV, but at least she could be on Tumblr while half-watching some ghost show (oh god, bad reenactments and everything).
Warren heard the TV and popped his head into the rec room. For once, he was actually wearing a shirt--a racer-back tank top that declared his affinity for INTERPOL (and actually let his wings free and didn't pull at them, more importantly). "Oh man, I love these shows," he said with a grin. And then, belatedly, he noticed her wings, and his grin got even bigger. "Hey there."
Tamara was already smiling as she turned toward the voice - hooray, someone to talk to! - but she was caught a little off guard by the tall, gorgeous guy beaming at her. With angel wings.
Damn, Shen had not been kidding.
"Hi there!" Oh man, she hoped her makeup was still on point. At least she was wearing her new favorite shirt, a plain black t-shirt she'd cut into a halter top, cropped in front to show off her stomach, and y'know, keep her from burning up under her wings. Hopefully that would keep the attention off the bandages still running the length of her back. She brushed some of her brown hair behind one ear (and thank god she'd managed a shower finally, it was now definitely worth stuffing her wings in a trash bag to know her hair was actually clean), glancing at the TV and then back at him with a matching grin. "Wanna join me?" She picked up a bag of chips, waving it enticingly in his direction. "I've got snacks!"
Hellooooooo cute girl with wings. Man, Xavier's is the place to BE. Warren tried not to be too obvious about checking her out, but couldn't really help himself as he moved to join her. He flopped into the couch as gracefully as he could with the wings, stretching them over the arm of the couch so he was turned toward her. He kind of had to sit like that, these days, but he flattered himself he could make it look cool. "You had me at ghost shows, but reeled me in hard with the chips. I'm Warren Worthington, by the way." He leaned forward and held out a hand. "Always glad to see more wings."
Tamara's hand was small in his, but she shook firmly anyway, lingering just a little longer than necessary. "Tamara. And wow, yours are gorgeous!" She took her hand back, passing him the promised bag of chips and closing her laptop to give him her full attention. Propping her chin on one hand (and incidentally showing that her expertly applied eyeliner matched her glossy black nail polish), she smiled at him. And okay, wasn't entirely subtle about checking him out, wings and all, but then subtle wasn't her style. "How long have you had them?"
Oh yes, Warren had found the right room today. He briefly lamented that he'd bothered with a shirt, but then, harder to get away with inside. Note to self, hit the gym again today. His wings gave a slight, involuntary shake before resettling and he grinned right back--though he doubted it was half as cute as hers. She was both cute and hot, with that smile and those nails and that little chin-on-hand pose. "Since last fall. I had no idea there were so many varieties--yours look--honestly, pretty-bad ass. How long for you?"
Tamara all but beamed when he complimented her wings. If they were gonna be useless, at least they looked awesome in the meantime. "Like a week? Ish? It's been kind of a blur."
Warren whistled low and impressed. "Wow, that's impressive for just a week. Sounds like it'd hurt."
"Are you kidding? I almost passed out when they tore their way out of my back! It was like some kinda horror movie," she told him, face scrunching in a brief grimace. "Now they just ache 'cause they're growing and my back is healing. Was it like that for you?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. It was hard to picture those beautiful white wings as anything other than perfect.
Warren winced in sympathetic pain. "Jesus, all at once like that? Mine were like, slow coming in. At first I could hide them okay, but that just made them hurt more, and--eugh."
He made a face, trying not to remember too well. Those had been... bad times. Thankfully, he'd been schooled by Katherine Worthington on how and when to let emotions show, and though he didn't usually follow her rules, now was when they came in handy. He pushed all that muddy feeling stuff down and stuck to the moment. Here, on the couch, with a cute girl with wings.
"They've been done growing for a while, though. Thankfully. That has to suck." More sympathy. Sympathy was safe.
"Worth it if I get to fly, right?" Tamara replied brightly, not wanting to wallow or anything (especially not in front of a hot boy, no way). "The doctor thinks I'll be able to, once they're big enough and the muscles develop or whatever." She gave Warren an absolutely wistful little smile. "I hear it's wonderful."
And that smile pretty much wiped out any and all residue of Bad Thoughts. Warren was easy like that. He returned the expression and nodded. "It's the best. Even after everything I went through--everything I'm sure I'm goingto go through--man. I couldn't live without them, now. I wouldn't want to. Flying is everything--and you're gonna love it."
Wow, that was exactly what Tamara wanted to hear, and it was obvious he really meant it. Which, incidentally, brought out a really great smile on him.
"Mm, I can't wait!" Seriously, she might go crazy in the meantime. "But it seems kinda scary too, at least at first." She gave him an innocent smile with just a hint of mischief at the edges. "You'll be there to help me learn, right?"
Now, this was a hilarious counterpart to how hesitant Shen had been to accept his spotting. Warren liked both approaches for different reasons. He raised his eyebrows and smiled his smoothest one. "Of course. Just let me know where and when an I'm at your service." He bowed his head slightly and made a goofy gesture with his hand, as if she were the queen--even though he was quite obviously dead serious and had a twinkle in his eye.
Tamara grinned back at him. "Awesome." She tucked some hair behind one ear, then huffed a little sigh, smile going wry. "But don't clear your schedule or anything, they said it'll be at least another month or two..."
More sympathy from Warren. "Yeah, I feel that. Felt it extensively, in fact. But, hey, you could still come flying with me. I can carry people." His grin returned. No, he wasn't thinking it'd be awful nice to get his arms around this cutie. Definitely not. Nope.
Tamara's face lit up. "Oh wow, can you really?? That, that would be amazing! I-- " She caught herself and bit her lip, mostly to keep from continuing to gush at him like an idiot, eyes scrunching closed in a mock-wince (a cute one, she hoped...). Wow, way to lose her cool. But she smiled up at him again and amended, sincerely, "I'd really like that."
Warren, utterly flattered and charmed, beamed at her. "Awesome. I'm always up for a flight--I go every morning and evening, usually, but any time you're game..." He winked. "It might make the whole "ugh" part of getting the wings go a little faster, knowing what's at the end.”
"You better mean it," Tamara teased, pretending to warn him. "Cuz as soon as I'm not on 'bed rest' anymore, I'm totally gonna take you up on it." She'd do it now but, well, she'd probably split her back open again, and then healing would take even longer (yeah, she'd been thoroughly warned by the doctor).
God, bed rest? Warren hadn't realized--but, damn. Well, he'd meant to keep his word before, but now, "As if I'd let you down. I have a reputation to protect. Or, maybe to build, but you get my point. I mean it. Whenever you can."
Tamara smiled back. "Alright, it's at the top of my list. Up there with 'see the rest of the building' and 'paint my toenails'." In black, since that was the only color she'd had in her bag when she took off, but whatever. "And shower without stuffing my wings in a trash bag." She glanced over at the TV, just in time for some terrible reenacting of a guy getting possessed through some not-so-special effects. "So yeah, stiff competition for the top spot, but I'll see if I can pencil you in."
Stuffing wings in a trash bag. That sounded like hell on earth. Warren made a sympathetic face, but then smiled at the end. "Shame I can't paint nails or I'd offer for that, too. Your fingernails look awesome, by the way."
"Thanks!" Tamara's smile pulled to one side at the thought of him painting her toenails. "And it'd be pretty hard to do my toes without rolling over." She used one hand to push back the wing closest to Warren, just a bit, to show him the long line of bandages. "Besides, I need to get a new color, I've only got black right now."
"Well, yeah, but it matches your eyeliner," he pointed out.
That surprised her. "Good eye," she told him, smiling - but was it too good? That gorgeous, that attentive... oh man, she was going to be seriously disappointed if Warren was gay. "But that's less important for my toes, yknow?" Her brow furrowed as a thought occurred to her and she frowned. "Aw man, I bet they're just gonna throw out my whole collection. Man, what a waste."
"Who's throwing away your stuff?" Warren asked, frowning. Then he realized what he was asking and wondered if he should've. But she'd brought it up, so....
"My mom and stepdad," Tamara said, pulling a face. "They threw me out because I wouldn't let the doctors chop off my wings to make me normal." As if. She said all this like she was talking about stepping in gum - annoying, but whatever. "Assholes."
Okay, Warren had been slightly on his guard because he expected someone was being shitty, but that hit him on level so deep his face actually drained of blood. "What the fuck. Dude. I--I mean, honestly, I'm surprised my parents haven't tried it yet. They're probably just looking for a 'discreet' doctor. But--still. What the fuck."
Tamara watched him go white. Whiter, whatever. She couldn’t really blame him.
"I know, right?? And they tried to make me." Ugh. But she smirked, just a little, lifting a hand into the air between them. "And then suddenly their machine blew up." She let a few sparks jump around her palm and fingers. “Musta been some kinda freak accident… But then my stepdad basically said to get rid of the wings or don't come home... so here I am."
Warren's mouth fell open at the description of Tamara's family, who could apparently give the Worthington's a run for their money when it came to shittiness. But at the sparks, he just froze, eyes wide in amazement. "Holy shit. How...? That's amazing."
"That's nothing," Tamara grinned, face scrunching a bit as she concentrated on pushing the sparks all the way into a flame around her hand, careful not to get it too close to him as the flames appeared. It only lasted a second, but still - fire on command was pretty bad ass.
Warren shook his head and slow clapped. "So you're basically a... dragon," he said with a grin, eyeing her wings. "Maaaan that is bad-ass."
"Thank you," Tamara replied, grinning from ear to ear. Yes, that was exactly what she wanted to hear! Way better than an electric bat. "I like it - and let's be honest, being an angel wouldn't have suited me. You, on the other hand," she added, giving him another appreciative once over, "make it look really good."
"Thanks." Warren beamed. Jesus, it was so nice to be around people who thought his wings were as awesome as he did. "It's a hard job, but someone's gotta do it, right? I admit, I fall short of angelic, but I like to think with a little work I could at least make it to heroic." He lifted his chin in a kind of mini-pose.
"Oh yeah, I can see it," Tamara agreed playfully. Mm, that was a hero who could save her any day. "Might have to throw myself in harm's way to help you practice."
"Please don't." Warren chuckled and dropped the pose. "But if you wanted to pretend to, now that could be fun..." Okay, yes, he had just kinda suggested roleplaying to a girl he hardly even knew. But he had a feeling she was the type to appreciate a little forward-thinking rather than slap him for it.
Tamara's eyebrows shot upwards in surprise, but then her face settled into a mischievous little smile, eyes sparkling with interest. "Alright, not so angelic after all." And definitely not gay - even better. "Good to know."
Warren chuckled, a little relieved he hadn't gotten that slap after all. He'd deserved it, but hey. "You get me," he replied with a wink. "Sorry, that was bad." Obviously not sorry at all.
"No you're not," Tamara replied, calling him on it with a cheeky smirk.
"No," he repeated, returning the expression. "I'm not."
Tamara held his gaze for another moment, then turned back to the TV (where someone was shouting in Latin). "Good."
Tamara was much better prepared for a day in the rec room today. She'd grabbed her spot, laying with her feet on the couch and her body on the first half of the armless sectional couch section, wings draped on either side. She'd checked out a laptop, had a couple bottles of soda and a pile of snacks on the floor next to her, and the remote in hand.
And yeah, she'd brought enough to share. She was determined to make friends, even though she couldn't actually go meet people. Hanging out with the TV was definitely going to help with that.
Of course there was still nothing on TV, but at least she could be on Tumblr while half-watching some ghost show (oh god, bad reenactments and everything).
Warren heard the TV and popped his head into the rec room. For once, he was actually wearing a shirt--a racer-back tank top that declared his affinity for INTERPOL (and actually let his wings free and didn't pull at them, more importantly). "Oh man, I love these shows," he said with a grin. And then, belatedly, he noticed her wings, and his grin got even bigger. "Hey there."
Tamara was already smiling as she turned toward the voice - hooray, someone to talk to! - but she was caught a little off guard by the tall, gorgeous guy beaming at her. With angel wings.
Damn, Shen had not been kidding.
"Hi there!" Oh man, she hoped her makeup was still on point. At least she was wearing her new favorite shirt, a plain black t-shirt she'd cut into a halter top, cropped in front to show off her stomach, and y'know, keep her from burning up under her wings. Hopefully that would keep the attention off the bandages still running the length of her back. She brushed some of her brown hair behind one ear (and thank god she'd managed a shower finally, it was now definitely worth stuffing her wings in a trash bag to know her hair was actually clean), glancing at the TV and then back at him with a matching grin. "Wanna join me?" She picked up a bag of chips, waving it enticingly in his direction. "I've got snacks!"
Hellooooooo cute girl with wings. Man, Xavier's is the place to BE. Warren tried not to be too obvious about checking her out, but couldn't really help himself as he moved to join her. He flopped into the couch as gracefully as he could with the wings, stretching them over the arm of the couch so he was turned toward her. He kind of had to sit like that, these days, but he flattered himself he could make it look cool. "You had me at ghost shows, but reeled me in hard with the chips. I'm Warren Worthington, by the way." He leaned forward and held out a hand. "Always glad to see more wings."
Tamara's hand was small in his, but she shook firmly anyway, lingering just a little longer than necessary. "Tamara. And wow, yours are gorgeous!" She took her hand back, passing him the promised bag of chips and closing her laptop to give him her full attention. Propping her chin on one hand (and incidentally showing that her expertly applied eyeliner matched her glossy black nail polish), she smiled at him. And okay, wasn't entirely subtle about checking him out, wings and all, but then subtle wasn't her style. "How long have you had them?"
Oh yes, Warren had found the right room today. He briefly lamented that he'd bothered with a shirt, but then, harder to get away with inside. Note to self, hit the gym again today. His wings gave a slight, involuntary shake before resettling and he grinned right back--though he doubted it was half as cute as hers. She was both cute and hot, with that smile and those nails and that little chin-on-hand pose. "Since last fall. I had no idea there were so many varieties--yours look--honestly, pretty-bad ass. How long for you?"
Tamara all but beamed when he complimented her wings. If they were gonna be useless, at least they looked awesome in the meantime. "Like a week? Ish? It's been kind of a blur."
Warren whistled low and impressed. "Wow, that's impressive for just a week. Sounds like it'd hurt."
"Are you kidding? I almost passed out when they tore their way out of my back! It was like some kinda horror movie," she told him, face scrunching in a brief grimace. "Now they just ache 'cause they're growing and my back is healing. Was it like that for you?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. It was hard to picture those beautiful white wings as anything other than perfect.
Warren winced in sympathetic pain. "Jesus, all at once like that? Mine were like, slow coming in. At first I could hide them okay, but that just made them hurt more, and--eugh."
He made a face, trying not to remember too well. Those had been... bad times. Thankfully, he'd been schooled by Katherine Worthington on how and when to let emotions show, and though he didn't usually follow her rules, now was when they came in handy. He pushed all that muddy feeling stuff down and stuck to the moment. Here, on the couch, with a cute girl with wings.
"They've been done growing for a while, though. Thankfully. That has to suck." More sympathy. Sympathy was safe.
"Worth it if I get to fly, right?" Tamara replied brightly, not wanting to wallow or anything (especially not in front of a hot boy, no way). "The doctor thinks I'll be able to, once they're big enough and the muscles develop or whatever." She gave Warren an absolutely wistful little smile. "I hear it's wonderful."
And that smile pretty much wiped out any and all residue of Bad Thoughts. Warren was easy like that. He returned the expression and nodded. "It's the best. Even after everything I went through--everything I'm sure I'm goingto go through--man. I couldn't live without them, now. I wouldn't want to. Flying is everything--and you're gonna love it."
Wow, that was exactly what Tamara wanted to hear, and it was obvious he really meant it. Which, incidentally, brought out a really great smile on him.
"Mm, I can't wait!" Seriously, she might go crazy in the meantime. "But it seems kinda scary too, at least at first." She gave him an innocent smile with just a hint of mischief at the edges. "You'll be there to help me learn, right?"
Now, this was a hilarious counterpart to how hesitant Shen had been to accept his spotting. Warren liked both approaches for different reasons. He raised his eyebrows and smiled his smoothest one. "Of course. Just let me know where and when an I'm at your service." He bowed his head slightly and made a goofy gesture with his hand, as if she were the queen--even though he was quite obviously dead serious and had a twinkle in his eye.
Tamara grinned back at him. "Awesome." She tucked some hair behind one ear, then huffed a little sigh, smile going wry. "But don't clear your schedule or anything, they said it'll be at least another month or two..."
More sympathy from Warren. "Yeah, I feel that. Felt it extensively, in fact. But, hey, you could still come flying with me. I can carry people." His grin returned. No, he wasn't thinking it'd be awful nice to get his arms around this cutie. Definitely not. Nope.
Tamara's face lit up. "Oh wow, can you really?? That, that would be amazing! I-- " She caught herself and bit her lip, mostly to keep from continuing to gush at him like an idiot, eyes scrunching closed in a mock-wince (a cute one, she hoped...). Wow, way to lose her cool. But she smiled up at him again and amended, sincerely, "I'd really like that."
Warren, utterly flattered and charmed, beamed at her. "Awesome. I'm always up for a flight--I go every morning and evening, usually, but any time you're game..." He winked. "It might make the whole "ugh" part of getting the wings go a little faster, knowing what's at the end.”
"You better mean it," Tamara teased, pretending to warn him. "Cuz as soon as I'm not on 'bed rest' anymore, I'm totally gonna take you up on it." She'd do it now but, well, she'd probably split her back open again, and then healing would take even longer (yeah, she'd been thoroughly warned by the doctor).
God, bed rest? Warren hadn't realized--but, damn. Well, he'd meant to keep his word before, but now, "As if I'd let you down. I have a reputation to protect. Or, maybe to build, but you get my point. I mean it. Whenever you can."
Tamara smiled back. "Alright, it's at the top of my list. Up there with 'see the rest of the building' and 'paint my toenails'." In black, since that was the only color she'd had in her bag when she took off, but whatever. "And shower without stuffing my wings in a trash bag." She glanced over at the TV, just in time for some terrible reenacting of a guy getting possessed through some not-so-special effects. "So yeah, stiff competition for the top spot, but I'll see if I can pencil you in."
Stuffing wings in a trash bag. That sounded like hell on earth. Warren made a sympathetic face, but then smiled at the end. "Shame I can't paint nails or I'd offer for that, too. Your fingernails look awesome, by the way."
"Thanks!" Tamara's smile pulled to one side at the thought of him painting her toenails. "And it'd be pretty hard to do my toes without rolling over." She used one hand to push back the wing closest to Warren, just a bit, to show him the long line of bandages. "Besides, I need to get a new color, I've only got black right now."
"Well, yeah, but it matches your eyeliner," he pointed out.
That surprised her. "Good eye," she told him, smiling - but was it too good? That gorgeous, that attentive... oh man, she was going to be seriously disappointed if Warren was gay. "But that's less important for my toes, yknow?" Her brow furrowed as a thought occurred to her and she frowned. "Aw man, I bet they're just gonna throw out my whole collection. Man, what a waste."
"Who's throwing away your stuff?" Warren asked, frowning. Then he realized what he was asking and wondered if he should've. But she'd brought it up, so....
"My mom and stepdad," Tamara said, pulling a face. "They threw me out because I wouldn't let the doctors chop off my wings to make me normal." As if. She said all this like she was talking about stepping in gum - annoying, but whatever. "Assholes."
Okay, Warren had been slightly on his guard because he expected someone was being shitty, but that hit him on level so deep his face actually drained of blood. "What the fuck. Dude. I--I mean, honestly, I'm surprised my parents haven't tried it yet. They're probably just looking for a 'discreet' doctor. But--still. What the fuck."
Tamara watched him go white. Whiter, whatever. She couldn’t really blame him.
"I know, right?? And they tried to make me." Ugh. But she smirked, just a little, lifting a hand into the air between them. "And then suddenly their machine blew up." She let a few sparks jump around her palm and fingers. “Musta been some kinda freak accident… But then my stepdad basically said to get rid of the wings or don't come home... so here I am."
Warren's mouth fell open at the description of Tamara's family, who could apparently give the Worthington's a run for their money when it came to shittiness. But at the sparks, he just froze, eyes wide in amazement. "Holy shit. How...? That's amazing."
"That's nothing," Tamara grinned, face scrunching a bit as she concentrated on pushing the sparks all the way into a flame around her hand, careful not to get it too close to him as the flames appeared. It only lasted a second, but still - fire on command was pretty bad ass.
Warren shook his head and slow clapped. "So you're basically a... dragon," he said with a grin, eyeing her wings. "Maaaan that is bad-ass."
"Thank you," Tamara replied, grinning from ear to ear. Yes, that was exactly what she wanted to hear! Way better than an electric bat. "I like it - and let's be honest, being an angel wouldn't have suited me. You, on the other hand," she added, giving him another appreciative once over, "make it look really good."
"Thanks." Warren beamed. Jesus, it was so nice to be around people who thought his wings were as awesome as he did. "It's a hard job, but someone's gotta do it, right? I admit, I fall short of angelic, but I like to think with a little work I could at least make it to heroic." He lifted his chin in a kind of mini-pose.
"Oh yeah, I can see it," Tamara agreed playfully. Mm, that was a hero who could save her any day. "Might have to throw myself in harm's way to help you practice."
"Please don't." Warren chuckled and dropped the pose. "But if you wanted to pretend to, now that could be fun..." Okay, yes, he had just kinda suggested roleplaying to a girl he hardly even knew. But he had a feeling she was the type to appreciate a little forward-thinking rather than slap him for it.
Tamara's eyebrows shot upwards in surprise, but then her face settled into a mischievous little smile, eyes sparkling with interest. "Alright, not so angelic after all." And definitely not gay - even better. "Good to know."
Warren chuckled, a little relieved he hadn't gotten that slap after all. He'd deserved it, but hey. "You get me," he replied with a wink. "Sorry, that was bad." Obviously not sorry at all.
"No you're not," Tamara replied, calling him on it with a cheeky smirk.
"No," he repeated, returning the expression. "I'm not."
Tamara held his gaze for another moment, then turned back to the TV (where someone was shouting in Latin). "Good."
