All I Ask Of You; Adele/Mad

[nivek alestaire diesira]

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someone else just as screwed up as me.

Nivek wasn't sure how he felt about the night's events. He had a drink thrown on him by his little sister when she found out he had been involved in Adele cheating on Jude. The drink had stained his clothes and he had been forced to change. Only he had discovered he didn't have any clean clothes left having needed to do laundry. So instead he was forced to wear a pair of Arwen's awkward sleep pants and one of his dubstep shirts. Then he'd gotten chewed out by some skank in the Lipton Chat. The only seemingly high point was that Adele was being nice enough.

He stretched out on the couch with his laptop on his stomach. His eyes were bathed in the light of the screen and his left hand was hanging off of the couch. Clutched in his pale fingers was a single, black stocking. The remenant of the night Hurricane Adele blew into his life. And ever since it had been impossible to fix the damage she'd done. On his heart, his mind, his emotions. He'd been a wreck ever since their night together. He smiled at the screen before clicking over to a song he'd been working on for his upcoming tour. He pressed the start button and music flowed through his headphones and his free hand rapped the beat on his thigh. He closed his brown eyes, hidden behind thick glasses, and felt the beat. Suddenly a bang sounded from upstairs that startled him. Arwen was stomping down the steps, now visibly showing, and glared at him from the landing.

I'm going to my boyfriend's house. I refuse to spend another second with a homewrecker. I understand you didn't know they were serious. But I am so mad and I don't want to say something I don't mean. I cleaned up the mess upstairs. I'll be back first thing tomorrow morning. I love you, Nivek, even if you are an ass. Arwen said before slinging her duffel bag over her shoulder and slamming the front door.

Nivek sighed to himself and sent a PM to the human disaster and told her to meet him at his house. He'd leave the key under the mat and would be upstairs in his room. He sighed again before slipping off of the couch and lugging his laptop upstairs. After managing to open his door he set the laptop on his bed and tidied up a bit. Frowning he lit a couple of candles and turned on his lamp before switching off the overhead light. Finally he settled himself on the bed and unplugged his headphones. He checked the song and began toying around with female vocals his friend Katrin had sent him.

In comes the dawn. I've fallen asleep with my head pressed against your flaws, oh my love. And something got in the way, and your soul turned back as the sun grew somber. Took my heart and my love. All I ask of you, all I ask of you. Just open up a little bit more, just open up a little bit more....

The music swelled around the room he began singing along to it quietly as he adjusted the bass and tempo levels. He had written out the lyrics shortly after his night with Adele. The girl had already invaded his thoughts. Nivek smiled softly as he tweaked the beat to be a little faster. He played the song through about three times as he lay on the bed with Adele's stocking still in his hand. He sat toying with the song and wondering when Hurricane Adele would blow in for another round. He knew she was upset, really upset about what happened with Jude in the chat. He winced at the thought of Adele upset. Something that didn't please him. He'd see her soon enough. Though he zoned out completely as the song went through again, that phantom stocking gripped tighter in his hand.

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Destruction Is my obsession

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Adele was beginning to think it would be better if she skipped town. The flame war that was unfolding before her was fueling that thought. She wouldn’t tell anyone that of course, and just out of pure spite she would stick around. Besides, there was a few things she wanted to see. So what if she and Jude were through? There was way better fish to fry in this town. So what if the two brothers hated her guts? They need to solve their own relationship before they judged her. So what Nathan had suddenly resurfaced and then left again? He was just a fling, summer lovin, it was a blast. So now there was Nivek. A smirk graced her lips as she sent a PM back to him. On her side of the computer, she was shaking in fury, and in grief. Though over a computer she appeared calm, cool and collected collected.

Adele stood from her computer, and clicked off the power button. These people were officially behind her now, she didn’t care. All that mattered was her urge to suddenly see the one person who would give her what she wanted. The only question now was only what should she wear? It was late in the evening, she didn’t want to seem too excited. Flopping belly first onto her bed, she landed on her old worn diary. The poor thing held so much of her actuall thoughts and emotions.. Flipping to the last page in her whole book she wrote down four words in large print; “HURT LOREN AND JUDE”. Content she snapped it shut and hid it under the shoe box under her bed; leading her back to her original thoughts. She didn’t want to look lazy either though... Adele open up her closet, and was hit by a rather funny pile of clothes. She grumbled too herself as she picked them up; ”Asshat Loren and Jude. All their fault.” Adele was just in the mood to blame them for her recent misfortune. It was their fault obviously, they pissed her off enough to forget the pile of clothes thrown into her closet when she was “cleaning.”

Adele shimmied herself out of her pajama pants, and into a tight purple skirt. Kicking the pile of clothes out of her way she noticed something, was that a lost bathing suit top? She bent down to grab it, and realized what it was; an old bandeau top. Smiling she shoved herself into it. She smiled at herself in the mirror, happy that she found the old thing. It wasn’t really meant to be worn as a top, but it was Adele, and she wanted to look sexy this evening. Before she got ready to leave she put on a leather jacket and zipped it up; just in case she ran into someone downstairs. This led her to look in her underwear drawer for her stockings, which she couldn’t find. Or at least, she couldn’t find the ones she wanted. One of the one with the thick lace tops were missing, though the other one she was looking at. She hadn’t worn to the thing since she had spent the night with Nivek....”Damn it!” She swore loudly to herself, and then gave in to a pair of simple black over-the-knees. She would have to ask him about it when she got there.

Primped and ready, Adele set out to her car. Since everything was over with Blaine, and he knew that everything that happened was a huge lie, it was finally safe to drive it. She had told her it was allegedly crashed to get away with the pregnancy scheme and make him care more. The ride to Nivek’s was solemn. All she could think about was the online chat. Her heart seemed to beat faster, and she gripped the steering wheel until her knuckles were sheet white. Before she even knew it she was at her destination, forced to let go of the steering wheel. With a deep breath she flipped down the visor mirror to check herself out one last time before she went out. She let out the breath after she turned to step out and slip on her black pumps.

He didn’t lie, the key was actually around the Mat where he said it would be. She picked up the key and stuck it into the lock, and was met by the happy “click” sound of it unlocking. She wondered around for a second, taking in the layout. It was...Homey. It seemed to be more lively than her own, even if only two people lived here compared to her seven. ”Hello?..” She followed the sound of music up the staircase, and then into the bedroom she believed to be Nivek’s. With her hand on the knob she stopped, listening to the music that was booming through.


In comes the dawn. I've fallen asleep with my head pressed against your flaws, oh my love. And something got in the way, and your soul turned back as the sun grew somber. Took my heart and my love. All I ask of you, all I ask of you. Just open up a little bit more, just open up a little bit more....

This made her heart beat faster, who was that song about? For a second she turned around and began to walk away, thinking she was falling into the same trap she had fallen into with Jude. The ending of the tape made her stop though, and she turned back around. Maybe it was just a song... She shook her head and adjusted her skirt one last time; then she pushed open the door. What she saw made her want to faceplam, tough she fought it. ”Why are you fondling.... Fondling my stocking?” She said in a blunt tone of voice, one eyebrow raised in question.

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[nivek alestaire diesira]

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someone else just as screwed up as me.

Music had always proven to be an escape for Nivek. Ever since he was little he had used music to make him forget all of the bad things in the world and monsters lurking inside his own home. Whenever the attacks from his dad would happen he'd immediately take a scalding hot shower and then lose himself in his Daft Punk records. The music never took away the shame, the feelings of being disgusted, the feeling of not being clean, but it made him forget his father's hands on his body and the terrible things done to him. He knew Arwen had always been there to comfort him after 'daddy' hurt him. The fiery little dark haired pixie would curl up in the bed with him and they'd listen to Daft Punk and watch cartoons. At that time she never fully understood what was going on, and for that he was thankful.

That wasn't to say Arwen had been spared of the abuse. In the time before she was old enough to go to school and Nivek was there was a frame in which abuse happened. To this day he still couldn't get very many details out of her. Although he did his best from the moment his sneakers hit the threshold to protect her. And now? Well, he wondered where it all went wrong. Here he was twenty years old with a fourteen year old girl that was his sole responsbility. Somehow his sister had gotten pregnant and he had a feeling she had used his prescription pills before the pregnancy. Ah, that was the cincher, wasn't it? His drug abuse, dependency, whatever had led him to be neglegient in taking care of his sister. No, no that wasn't it. The more he thought about it he only ever got high when his sister was asleep.

He sighed internally and closed his eyes. His brain flipping through his memories like file folders trying to find the exact time when things went south. He couldn't blame it on her boyfriend, no that boy had been so protective of her so far. Noah was a good kid in his own way. He bit his lip and his forehead creased. Perhaps...erm... relations (as he refused to use the 'S' word when talking about his sister) was her escape from the memories that haunted them like pills were to him. Either way he would be there for her from now on.

He thought he heard a noise downstairs but paid it no mind as the song looped through the first verse again. There was something raw, unfinished about it. And Katrin, who'd always had this way of picking up on people's feelings, had been more than enthusiatic to sing the lyrics for Nivek's "serenade". He insisted it wasn't a serenade and that it was merely an idea. She'd given him an impish grin and danced around singing "Nivek's got a girlfriend". He remembered blushing way too much at that. He knew it wasn't gonna happen, or at least not for a very long time. Adele was just-- Adele. He didn't know her too well yet, but Nivek was already certain that she wasn't the long-term relationship type. But her soft skin, her smell, the feel of her fingertips across his own skin. That smug smile as she crawled onto the bed and and--

An odd noise halfway between a whine and a sigh escaped his lips as his fingers dug into the stocking. Then his door was flung open. Nivek sat upright on the bed, eyes widened behind his glasses staring straight at the Devil herself. He blanched white then the color slowly crept back into his face. He smiled happily at her and went to wave when he realized her stocking was clutched in his hand. O-oh god. She didn't think he was...NO, he'd never do that! Though the blush creeping across his cheeks didn't help his case at all. He cleared his throat and tossed the stocking sideways onto his desk.

'Why are you fondling.... Fondling my stocking?' Adele's voice was blunt though he detected a hint of amusement.

"I wasn't fondling your stocking, Adele! I don't fondle things, I caress them. Wh-which I wasn't doing to your stocking either. Oh shit. Adele, I know that looked weird but when you said you were coming over I found this in my bedroom floor and wanted to hold on to it till you got here." Nivek said before rolling to his feet.

He walked across the room in a few strides and took Adele's hands in his. He went to put a hand on her waist, just under her jacket but felt bare skin. He jerked his hand back as if he'd been burned and it was then he noticed what she was wearing. He stuttered again something like 'woah'. Shit. He took her hands again and rolled onto the balls of his feet a little until his lips met hers. God she was so beautiful and he was...well, hot and bothered to say the least.

"I'm glad you came." The sentence came out a little throat-ier than he'd meant it to, "I have a new song you c-can hear if you'd like?"

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[adele rent baker]

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Destruction Is my obsession

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Adele openly sighed at the poor thing that was Nivek. Fondling.. No wait caressing her stocking. She preferred the blunt drunken kisses he had given her at the bar, not the annoying shyness and awkwardness. Adele was blunt, she liked blunt guys. That was the fun part about Blaine, he obviously knew what he was doing. Stupid Jude had been awkward as well..All this sort of annoyed her in away. ”Yes Nivek, you were totally not ‘caressing’ my stocking. I see.” Shaking her head she also added; ”Don’t put any type of reliance into me either. I almost didn’t come, so yeah.” Standing up even more straighter she finished her sentence with a little ‘Hmph.’ She was still pissed at all the people, so naturally she would take it out on the first person she actually saw. Or at least, the first person she saw that she could actually talk to without someone telling her family. Adele wasn’t a wimp, she just didn’t want to deal with her annoying father. Her father probably wouldn’t care, he didn’t care about her. He only cared about his stupid soon to be wife and stupid babies. But he didn’t care about his first born anymore.

So eagerly she had zipped herself all the way over here, just to get pissed and want to storm out. The song just, bleh. She really hoped it wasn’t about her, that was just to.. To Jude-ish for her. Why did all these guys have to write damn songs? They couldn’t just talk about their feelings to someone? Adele felt her shoulders tense when he stood, her blood felt hot in her veins. Matters only made worse when he put a hand on her waist then took it away, like what even. ” What the hell wa-“ She was cut off by his kiss though, and she had to respond to that of course, just by gently leaning down. The poor guy had to lean up to kiss her; he was going to buy him heels, just so he wasn’t annoying her. Why was everything making her even madder? She was so angry she didn’t feel like she could control it anymore. Like a damn she-hulk. Though she didn’t want to turn an ugly green and wear purple clothes. She was angry with all the people that were coming in and out of her life.

”Do you have a problem with bare skin now?” She unzipped her jacket and continued. ” See, I’m dressed. Not a flasher. “ She facepalmed to him, what did he have to be so nervous about? ”No I don’t want to hear your damn song, do I look like Im dressed to listen to music and talk about feelings?!” Her voice raised an octave during each word, since she was so pissed. Full of anger she took her jacket off and threw it on his bed. ”Come on now Nivek, who the hell was that song about? I heard it while I was in the hallway? TELL ME!!”This time Adele was practically shouting at him. She used her hand to move her hair away from her face, pulling it back behind her ears. ”Who was it about?” The rage just kept growing inside of her as she talked.

She had moved herself to ther other side of the room now, and she was next to his TV. Laying on top of it was a collection of nice little glass figurines. ”You collect these?” She asked. Without even waiting she picked up the first one and chucked it at the wall, her anger blinding her now. The crashing of the mouse against the far wall made her content, because her anger ran out of her quickly enough. The rage left her body and left behind a weak feeling, and she began to cry. ”Who was it for?” Instead of screaming it came out in a hushed tone, and tears rolled down her face. What the hell? Adele hadn’t cried... She hadn’t cried in front of anyone she actually took a liking too since, since she was like eight. She had fake cried in front of Blaine when she was faking her pregnancy. That was all, that was it. Now she was confused, and she actually felt the tears. There was so much that she bottled up inside of her, and now they decided to come out. She never told anyone that she hated the fact that her dad ignored her, that she really hated her friend for having babies with her father. She didn’t tell anyone that she had really liked Blaine, or that she had really liked Jude’s odd Hippie waysl The more she thought about these things the more the tears came out. ”Stop damn it. Stop crying!” She was such a sad one, such a sad excuse. It was all her moms fault. It was all Jude’s fault, it was all Loren’s fault.

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someone else just as screwed up as me.

Nivek was shocked at the tone in Adele's voice. Well, not really. She always seemed so..angry at the world. Though, he wasn't entirely sure about her family situation. Only the rumors that her dad had knocked up a girl her age. Or something of the sort anyway. Then there was the admission she'd faked a pregnancy. For some guy. He sighed and rubbed his temples for a moment before merely taking her in. There would be no arguing what she thought she saw. He wasn't doing anything with that stocking except holding onto a memory. Just incase Hurricane Adele decided not to blow back into his life. That night had been special, despite the circumstances, and meant a lot to him. It was his first time with a girl and all. It seemed ever since Adele had slept with him he was suddenly Mr. Sex.

It wasn't so much the bare skin that bothered him it was just the fact he wasn't expecting the skin there to be bare. He was used to most girls wearing shirts to cover up and...well, he was awkward. When he kised her she mercifully leaned down so he didn't strain. With her in heels she was probably five six or five seven, two to three inches over his head. Damn his genetics! When he broke the kiss she erupted. Oh hell. Hurricane Adele was now Volcano Adele and apparently set to explode on him. He shrunk down at her shouts and his eyes nearly bulged out of his head when she unzipped her jacket. She was wearing one of those weird uni-bras. Then she was screaming about the song. W-what...oh...that song. He flinched as she flung her jacket on the bed and continued to raise her voice. Shit, the neighbors would call the cops at this rate.

"A-Adele..I-- He didn't even have time to finish his sentence before she stalked away from him. He stood dumbfounded.

National Disaster Adele was angry. He could tell from her body language, not to mention the shouting. He watched as she eyed his collection of glass, mouse figurines. A hobby he'd had since he was a kid. Strangely enough, even before he knew Enver and was signed to Mau5trap. Her pale, thin fingers were on one of them. The expensive hand blown mouse that Enver had gotten him in Shang-Hai over break. Oh no she wouldn't-- The crash of the glass mouse hitting the wall startled him. Though not nearly as much as the pleading, hushed tone in which Adele spoke next. He stood rooted into his spot. His brown eyes widen behind his glasses as he watched her. He didn't want to move and piss her off.

Then she was crying and he couldn't handle it. Every instinct in his body from protecting his sister growing up went full force as he strode across the room. He awkwardly stood there as she fought herself to stop crying. Finally, his arms snapped out and he grabbed her. He gently guided Adele to his chest/shoulder and held her. He looked at her sadly, one of his hands shakily coming up to caress her face. He wasn't sure what was wrong other than Jude...but he could tell there was something more. The tough, bitchy Adele was crying in his bedroom. He ran the back of his hand down her jawline and wiped away the tears.

[color=000033"Adele, hon, I don't know what's going on. Please, sweetie, talk to me. Don't shut down again. Why are you crying?" There was an urgency in his voice that was soft, tender as he spoke to her.

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Nivek held her close to him and closed his eyes for a moment, trying to calm himself down. He laced his fingers into hers and smiled reassuringly.[/div]
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myself trying to be someone else

This was practically the worse Adele had ever seen herself. The hot salty tears ran down her face, and horribly disgusted with herself she wiped them away. ”Great, now my mascara is running.” She said mostly to herself. With a last swipe, she gave in. The tears came out yet the only sounds she made were little whimpers here and there. She knew she was notorious for coming in and out of people’s lives just as bad as they came into hers. Though it was more likely that she blew into others for payback, to make others feel the pain she couldn’t get rid of. The pain that she dealt with, the pain that cooled and formed another layer of armor to protect her. That armor was always growing; another layer was expected to be grown tonight. This armor had been growing since middle school, since she had been wronged.

Adele didn’t car about clothing, really. She worked hard (sometimes) to make her body look this way. So she wanted others to see it, for others to marvel it. It wasn’t going to stay this way forever, so that’s what her life’s motto was like. She also didn’t put out as much as people thought she did, it was mostly how she dressed and acted. There was a reason behind almost every one of her mannerisms, though no one cared. They wrote her off as a whore and bitch at first glance, and o she would write them off as someone she didn’t want to know. This was what drove her crazy, almost all the time. That and whatever she had told Nivek that one night.. More tears came out. Damn all her imperfections all her flaws, all the things she kept hidden from the world.

Now he was comforting her, and that drove her mad. In a few different ways as well, first off it made her pissed, she didn’t anyone. It also made her want him in a different way, a way that meant she was okay with just holding hands. She shook her head in the denial of that thought; ”No, no.”She was in denial of her feelings. She didn’t ask for him to reach out and hug her, to reach out and just be nice. She would never be able to get use to nice guys. She liked the meaner ones, not abusive guys of course. Just the blunt, “lets do this” types. Not sweet affectionate guys. Not guys who took their time, no this was all too different. This was all odd; all so new. She hadn’t been really comforted by many people before. There was her sister when her mother died, and then Jude."Nivek..." She said in an odd pleading tone. She couldn’t think of any other legit time she had been comforted for more than just a ploy.

Her lip trembled as he wiped a tear away from her face. His comforting just made the tears come out faster, made her heart beat faster. ” It’s just so obvious who I am. I’m a whore, I’m a bitch, I’m insane. I will be dead, shot in the head behind a bar just like my mother. Just like I decided from an early age I wasn’t going to be. “ She wiped away more tears, than forced herself to take a deep calming breath. ”I’m fine now, I promise.” It was off her chest yes, she didn’t want to go any further. ” I bet I killed your little happy buzz. But if you want you can go ahead and just have my stocking, since you like it so much. “ She moved out of his embrace, her shoulders tense and leaving his hand empty.

She sat down on his bed, relaxing just a bit. Stretching out her long leg she pulled off one of her black stockings. Since it was just a thigh high and wasn’t connected to anything, she just pulled on it and it came off. ”Here you go.” She threw it on the bedside table. Her voice was still weak from the screaming and crying, and it cracked a bit. ”Might as well do what I came here for.” She mumbled the last part under her breath this time. What else did Nivek want? There was a catch, there had to be. A few tears still came out, she was still able to contain them. She still didn’t feel awesome, sexy. She didn’t feel herself at the moment. This was all, in fact, she knew how to do right?

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