- - - I'VE LIVED VICARIOUSLY

[MARIUS-ABEL LIESEL WOLFFGANG]

Marius did not hold humans in high regard. They were lucky if they got any regard at all, really. Being the misanthropist that he was, humans were nothing but destructive and greedy beings that would one day be their own demise. People could bring up the fact that he, himself, was human as well but that argument only further supported his opinion of being greedy and destructive. Abel was a person who was obsessed with power, obsessed with obtaining and holding it, obsessed with flashing it around when the opportunity arose, obsessed with feeling like he was in control. And he was. He was partaking in all of that this very moment. He was surrounded by people he loathed, people he manipulated at any given opportunity, people who scarcely had any idea what sort of darkness lurked within their charming president. Abel held himself in very high regard. He felt himself as far superior to most others. He was able to recognize the flaws in himself and in humans, able to see what most others overlooked. This, he felt, made him superior to everyone else; not by much, but enough to keep him content.

His icy green eyes watched the overcrowded house, his forearms resting on the counter bar counter and a pensive expression across his face. Over the years Abel had developed a talent for faking the expressions normal human beings held. To Marius, it was all a game. A very well calculated game that he was, naturally, on the top of. No one suspected that he was anything less than the dedicated and hard working charmer he put himself off to be, and if they did sense something off about him they had yet to voice those concerns. His thin and effeminate lips were pursed ever so slightly, a habit most people assumed meant he was deep in thought and his expression was calm, body language matching the image he was forming of himself. As per usual with Abel he was dressed rather formally, a ruffled Victorian inspired shirt worn under an elegant satin twill jacket, bronze and black buttons with a tuxedo tail and a dark broach to replace a tie. His pants were black slacks and black Dr. Marten’s were worn on his feet, hair neatly styles so it wasn’t lying to flat against his head. His slender, yet again effeminate, hands loosely held a wine glass filled with liquor, half empty and only his first drink.

Meanwhile most everyone else was on their fourth and fifth drinks of the night, plastic red cups littering the floor along with miscellaneous articles of clothing and vomit that looked as fowl as it smelled. As Abel rose to his full height of six feet and three inches, turning as one of the brother’s spoke to him about a pledge who refused to wear their assigned costume. While this was only a rather small party in comparison to the ones Theta house usually threw, Abel wasn’t one to let the pledges “off the hook”. The party may only consist of Theta’s and Phi’s, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to be cruel to the pledges. Scattered about the intoxicated mess were freshmen dressed in vulgar costumes ranging from a heavy set man in a tiny Playboy bunny outfit to vaginas, penises and nothing but a strap on. “Take heem townstairs,”

[/color] came his deep voiced instruction, giving the young man a pat on his shoulder, which coincidentally shoved him off. He wasn’t in the mood for this, especially not with Madison entering his vision.

Naturally, as the president of Theta house, he stalked over to her like a panther after its prey. “Yoo are ‘urting my eyes,”[/color] was his greeting, playful tone despite a typically harsh comment. He stared down at her with the most charming and nonchalant smirk he could muster.
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TAGGED[/color] madison/hayley
WORDS [/color] 658
WEARING [/color] this pretty thing.
LYRICS[/color] gnarls barkley, whos's gonna save my soul.
NOTES [/color] so bad omg.
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[MADISON ALEXIS PRESCOTT]

--------suddenly the world around madison had grown smaller. she was standing in her presidential bedroom, flipping between two different dresses and holding them up in front of the full length mirror. her head tilted to the side with each change before she tossed the dress in her right hand away and nodded in approval of the attire that she had decided on. the pink low cut dress was perfect for the night that she had planned in her head. madison made her way to her vanity mirror, seating herself down before she applied makeup for the night. dancing, sweating and close quarters called for a heavier dosage of the makeup and she was quite satisfied with the way that it had turned out. her eye lids were shimmering in a light gold, only a few shades darker than her own sun-kissed skin. her eyes lashes were fanned out with the mascara brush, her final touch before she puckered her lips to the nude hued lipstick that outlined her lips that added just a big of glimmer. a hand brushed through her hair, re-parting her bangs before she tilted her head, running a finger over her cheek, re-blending her blush with the foundation before she stood up and walked over to the dress. her robe was slipped off her body and she removed her bra, deciding to go a little more free than normal before zipping the dress up and smoothing over any wrinkles as the fabric hugged her curves and accented her curves.

her heels echoed as she banged on the doors of the girls’ dorms, chuckling at the sight of the pledges getting ready for bed. a roll of her eyes caused her to turn on her heels, glancing at the girls in their plaid pajamas, some with masks on, others with curlers in their head. her sisters were now standing beside her, dressed out the same way she was and she glanced over her shoulder to the vice-president and spoke loudly, intending for the pledges to hear, ”hmm, they look ready for a party, don’t they?” she spoke with an arched eye brow before turning to look at the horror-stricken faces of the girls around her. she snapped her fingers to get the whispering to end, as the attention was turned back to the president as she shrugged ”i said, ready for a party.” as the girls remained frozen in their pajamas, she growled and rolled her eyes ”this means get your asses out of the doorway and over to the theta. no changing, brushing your teeth or washing your face.” she was still staring at stunned faces and with a glance over her shoulder to her fellow sisters, they parted to different sides of the hallway before madison turned back to the pledges and barked an order that caused them to scurry past her and the sisters ”now!” and followed suit.

no one had said that being president was a fun job but madison felt she was doing just fine. she had the grades and the popularity to back her up, and no one would dare run against her for they knew that madison would destroy them both physically and socially. she chuckled as she watched the last little frosh scurry by before glancing to her fellow sisters ”now you girls look ready for a party. let’s go.” she spoke before walking past them and hearing nothing but heels clicking on the wooden floor, a few comments about her pledge treatment but madison ignored them as she walked down the steps and eventually out the door.

the entrance to the theta house was nothing grand since thetas and phi’s had a rather close relationship but madison couldn’t but roll her eyes at the predicament that the theta pledges were in and she flicked the air, giving the single for her followers to go mingle as she went on a hunt for something fun to do. or someone fun. it didn’t take too long and with very little mingling before she pushed a theta pledge off a couch and took over the spot rather contently. she spotted the theta president making her way towards her and she rolled her eyes at his comment ”you tease. you know i love when you talk dirty.” she accompanied her words with a wink before spotting the pledges clearing the area when they spotted their president in their presence. madison took a quick glance around before standing up as she didn’t like the feeling of him being able to tower over her. ”hm, what an embarrassing night for both of our pledges. oh well.” she said as her steps took her in a circle around him. her finger ran across his shoulder blade as she spoke before chuckling, ”baby, you seem tense…what’s gotten your knickers in a twist?”. at the end of her question, she stopped, right in front of him and glanced up with a coy smile on her face and a plan forming in her head.

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--------TAGGED able/dee <33
--------STATUS complete
--------MUSE pretty good.
--------OUTFIT sexy girl
--------WORDS 836
--------NOTES many many errors but yayyy for sexy tension xD

[MARIUS-ABEL LIESEL WOLFFGANG]

Abel thrived on routine. He thrived on everything going according to his carefully constructed schedule; no intrusions or interruptions, just solace in knowing that everything was going according to how he liked it. It wasn’t the typical fear of change with Abel; it was a need to be in control, a need to be the one with all of the power. Lately Abel had felt that sense of control faltering, the arrival of a very unwelcome guest disrupting his comfortable state of living. Coming to America had been to free himself of his family and the family he was being forced to become a part of. Coming to America had been to escape his betrothal and the horror he was expected to wed. Abel detested the woman with every fibre of his being. Her arrival in New York had been unexpected and against every plan he had made for himself. Her arrival disrupted everything. In a sense, this party was to aid Abel in feeling like he maintained a position of power and control. He took out his frustration and feelings of inferiority on the helpless and weak pledges, both his own and the pledges for their Phi sisters. He embraced the cruel monster that lurked deep within his being, allowing the young men, though they hardly deserved to be referred to as even that, be abused beyond what was reasonable. Earlier this evening, while preparing for tonight’s engagement, he had shouted at several of the pledges who protested against Abel’s plans for the night. They were scum to him, and his fiancé was even farther below them.

It was certainly not a good omen that Abel preferred the company of someone such as Madison over the company of Clara. Though they were alike in similar ways, manipulative and seductive, he preferred Madison given she controlled in ways similar to his own. Clara played the victim, a innocent foreigner who simply wants to be loved by the man her parents arranged her with, or freed from their matrimony by his account. She spread told tales that revealed his true nature rather than that of the sophisticated and charismatic leader he had developed for himself. She was also rather kinky, for lack of a more formal term, and forced herself upon him on several occasions. She left him feeling incredibly filthy and no amount of showering could assist in feeling better. Madison was, in his eyes, destructive and craved control just as he did. She attempted to manipulate him for her own gain while he attempted to manipulate her for his own purposes. It seemed that more often than not they were aware of the other’s intent and played on that, which he had to admit he rather enjoyed. It was a game to him, attempting to out play her in what she thought was her own game. Simultaneously she was attempting the very same thing. This struck Abel with an idea that made him both compliment his intelligence and cringe where he stood at what would be involved.

Watching Phi pledges shuffle in prepared for slumber brought a smirk to those feminine lips of his, unable to help but mentally praise Madison. As the president of the Theta house Abel often brought it upon himself to flatter the members and potential members of the Phi’s, maintaining an image of a charmer and a ladies’ man. The fact that he considered himself to be completely asexual was known to very few. In fact, he was certain that not even Steve, one of the few people Abel could stand the company of, wasn’t even aware of Abel’s distaste for intimate relations. Never the less, to maintain the reputation he had built for himself he had to give in to the animalistic desires of women like Madison. He supposed it was about time for such a thing, and he also wanted to implement his plan for getting rid of Clara. It almost depressed him that she was his only answer to his complications.

He sauntered to her, watching her remove herself from the couch one of his pledges had been seated on not too long before. His expression held a sort of fondness for Madison, allowing his eyes to stray over her figure and lingering in the expected areas of her body, returning to her piercing eyes that he actually liked. He held a sort of half smile, half smirk. “Only ven to me, Madichen,”

[/color] he mused, watching the pledges flea in his peripheral vision. “Should ‘ave been more prepared.”[/color] His head tilted back in a casual manner, rolling his eyes as if he was disappointed for not being as formal as the rest of the attendance. His eyes watched her lazily as she circled him, his head remaining where it was and only using his eyes to follow her. “I ‘aven’t seen much of yoo,”[/color] he started as his bullshit answer, stepping closer to her and letting a hand go to her waist. He felt the fabric of her dress over the bones of her hip and slid his hand further back, pulling her closer to him despite it invading his comfort zone. This was, as said, expected of him. He bent his head so it was beside hers, lips beside her ear and silky blond hair brushing against her cheek “I ‘ave an ahnexpected guest from Germany,”[/color] he informed her in a tone just loud enough for her to hear. To anyone watching it appeared as if he whispered sweet nothings to her. “Yoo are smart enough to figure out who.”[/color] He stood upright again, his arm remaining where it is as he awaited her reaction.
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TAGGED[/color] madison/hayley
WORDS [/color] 945
WEARING [/color] this pretty thing.
LYRICS[/color] gnarls barkley, whos's gonna save my soul.
NOTES [/color] sexual tension >3
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