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vatheon2012-02-16 10:56 pm
kingwithnocrown) wrote in vatheon2012-02-16 10:56 pm
Because we can and stuff
Who: Izaya and Shizuo--weird, I know
When: Later this evening after their little text fest~
Where: The park
Style: Prose
Status: Closed
That was what any one smart individual would know in Ikebukuro. No, correction, any single person with an ounce of self respect or common sense would stay far away from Izaya in general- happy or sad. Izaya was a very dangerous guy. He often portrayed himself in such a way to be gentle, soft, flamboyant, a little flirtatious and easy-going. Of course, plenty of people still got the vibe that he's not the usual sort of guy. Deep down though? He was a lot more cynical than most people realize- unless they have directly experienced what it's like to be on the receiving end of either his frustrations or worse- his social experiments.
Tonight had left a sour taste in his mouth. He was Orihara Izaya, God damn it, and he was the best fucking informant around. He always had been and he liked to think that he always would be. He kept obsessively close details on just about everything that mattered- including Heiwajima Shizuo. He had a thick folder on him back at his home in Shinjuku but that folder had thinned out a bit since Vatheon. The abrupt move to Zelda's instantly rose his suspicions. It had absolutely nothing to do with actual jealousy but it was easier to say that than blatantly tell Shizuo that he knew something was up. Something bigger than just some dumb crush. Izaya knew that their relationship was platonic. He also knew that he could have a real fucking party destroying Zelda's life- or at least making her really miserable. After all, he did have a valuable key of Sola living with him.
He had done that for such an occasion, after all. Izaya was a user, not a friend, and he didn't have a single connection among Vatheonites that couldn't be useful in some way or relation. When it got down to the bare bone of his system- it was shocking to think that he even had the capacity to love or feel warmly towards another living being. Let alone his mortal enemy. But perhaps it was that extremity that allowed him to feel such a passion. That hate ripped through him like a God damn disease and made him foam at the mouth like a rabid animal. Shizuo unleashed him in a way he'd never understand. Just like Shizuo would probably never understand the multiple, intricate layers that made up Orihara Izaya's brain and the extreme thought process that went into anything he did.
Izaya was not very happy.
Izaya had a carnal look on his face that suggested three types of madness worthy of hospitalization.
His eyes were distant and his smile was very, very steady. His fingers tapped delicately over his phone, his smile frozen in place as he did his work.
He was sitting on a bench by himself. Consumed with this gnawing sensation to slam chess pieces together and really give the board a shake. All of the possibilities, the reactions, the complete madness that he could create with just one or two texts....!!
It was so exciting that he barely knew what to do with himself.
When: Later this evening after their little text fest~
Where: The park
Style: Prose
Status: Closed
That was what any one smart individual would know in Ikebukuro. No, correction, any single person with an ounce of self respect or common sense would stay far away from Izaya in general- happy or sad. Izaya was a very dangerous guy. He often portrayed himself in such a way to be gentle, soft, flamboyant, a little flirtatious and easy-going. Of course, plenty of people still got the vibe that he's not the usual sort of guy. Deep down though? He was a lot more cynical than most people realize- unless they have directly experienced what it's like to be on the receiving end of either his frustrations or worse- his social experiments.
Tonight had left a sour taste in his mouth. He was Orihara Izaya, God damn it, and he was the best fucking informant around. He always had been and he liked to think that he always would be. He kept obsessively close details on just about everything that mattered- including Heiwajima Shizuo. He had a thick folder on him back at his home in Shinjuku but that folder had thinned out a bit since Vatheon. The abrupt move to Zelda's instantly rose his suspicions. It had absolutely nothing to do with actual jealousy but it was easier to say that than blatantly tell Shizuo that he knew something was up. Something bigger than just some dumb crush. Izaya knew that their relationship was platonic. He also knew that he could have a real fucking party destroying Zelda's life- or at least making her really miserable. After all, he did have a valuable key of Sola living with him.
He had done that for such an occasion, after all. Izaya was a user, not a friend, and he didn't have a single connection among Vatheonites that couldn't be useful in some way or relation. When it got down to the bare bone of his system- it was shocking to think that he even had the capacity to love or feel warmly towards another living being. Let alone his mortal enemy. But perhaps it was that extremity that allowed him to feel such a passion. That hate ripped through him like a God damn disease and made him foam at the mouth like a rabid animal. Shizuo unleashed him in a way he'd never understand. Just like Shizuo would probably never understand the multiple, intricate layers that made up Orihara Izaya's brain and the extreme thought process that went into anything he did.
Izaya was not very happy.
Izaya had a carnal look on his face that suggested three types of madness worthy of hospitalization.
His eyes were distant and his smile was very, very steady. His fingers tapped delicately over his phone, his smile frozen in place as he did his work.
He was sitting on a bench by himself. Consumed with this gnawing sensation to slam chess pieces together and really give the board a shake. All of the possibilities, the reactions, the complete madness that he could create with just one or two texts....!!
It was so exciting that he barely knew what to do with himself.