It Was Bound To Happen (Devon/Misch/Open)

[Ceraphine Davis]

( OOC: First Dev then Mischa and then open )

Kev was out and about on her usual run, which always ended up in the exact same place. The town square type thingy. Brushing her tongue over her lips as she doubled over slightly to catch her breath she spotted a guy in front of the water fountain she liked to use, and it was enough to bring a grin to her lips. Moving toward him she stood off to the side and placed her hands on her hips, not in the mood to play too coy on the matter.

"Nice ass..."

Now normally nobody would think anything about that, at least none that knew her, because that is just how Kev was...Flirt all the time but dont cheat, just what she did.

None the less, the guy sputtered out water as he turned his head to look at her, his eyes widening a bit as his gaze trailed over her slightly sweaty form. A smile curling on her lips as she felt his already growing desire begin to surface. Yes, fun times....

Not really paying much mind to anything around her. This was Kev alone time! Not like half the people she knew did not know where she would be and at what time. Heh.....

Either way, she soon ended up teasing and pressing her small frame against the guy who seemed to be rather enjoying the moment, just like he was in heaven or something.

Twas funny......But whatever, she was just playing a game. No harm in that. Or at least that is what she thought.

[Devon]

Devon was once again on the move. Usually was, as a matter of fact. He had craved the rush of navigating traffic on his bike when boredom struck him. Despite his recreational activities he didn't know only how to relax, he also knew how to rev himself up.

One of his usual routs was to weave through the town square, it had a certain air about it that he enjoyed. Of course he enjoyed disrupting it just as much as he enjoyed basking in it. This time however he was just looking for a pleasant place to lounge, if only because he had been going for too long in one stretch.

The bike slowed and took a left turn, cutting it tight so he could pop the front wheel up onto the sidewalk, and let it coast down the concrete until he put on the brakes just behind a street sign. After putting down the kickstand he swung himself off and pocketed his keys, heading to the familiar spot.

Devon, feeling his heart rate slowly drop, strolled along the walkway without incident. Until, of course, he spotted something that put him almost immediately on edge. It couldn't be, there was no way she would pull that so soon. But of course it was, and she did.

He found Kev once again flirting, and once again jealousy reared it's head. Devon had thoroughly punished her for this very thing once before, and although she scaled it back it still infuriated him. Trudging his way to her Devon reached out and slowly brought his hand up the back of her neck, almost like the caress of a lover, only to lock in her hair and tug her around.

The expression she was greeted with was cold, unwavering, disappointment. Jealousy she would only be able to sense through her normal means. To the outsider the expression he wore to demand an explanation would be rather disconcerting, but the understanding between the two of them would be clear.

[Mischa Badoer]

Mischa was out walking. Not scoping for drugs 'cause she had her own and at the moment..yeah she was tweaked out... and not for exercise 'cause she just didn't have the energy to do such a thing. This was just to clear her mind... Though it was quite impossible to do so when something wrong was going on between her and the one she loved for more than two years.

She had her gun in a holster underneath her jacket. She knelt down to tie her shoe laces on her converse shoes and as she knelt down she saw Kev. Her hands paused as she stared at the girl flirting with another man. Mischa knew the girl flirted... but just as of late she found out she had done more than flirt. What pained her most was how Kev was taking the drama between them.

She was looking healthy...and already to move on. Mischa let out a little gust of wind that carried some shakey tone to it. She was trying to keep her composure so she wouldn't break out in tears in the middle of the street. It was a little easy due to the drug's euphoria.... But still hard seeing the girl who gave you the very engagement ring that was sitting on your finger hit on another man.

And of course what took the cake was another guy approaching her. Instead of getting hit on or anything,... He grabbed her hair. It would look like to others that he was just making a loving gesture... but no.. the force seen in how she was turned around was enough to get Mischa angry beyond all hope. She was still defensive over her..she wasn't sure if they were broken up..But Mischa wasn't ready to accept that. She held tight to the gun in the holster. She was tempted to honestly pop a cap in the guys ass... but she was already questioned about how she was in possession of so much cocaine... that and she was being watched for her suicide attempt..she didn't need anything on her hands at this moment... Instead she pulled the gun out and threw it in the trash can. She didn't want it to get out of hand. She knew if she were to approach the two..she would most definitely kill the mother fucker.

She walked at a very fast pace until she approached the two and she would shove the guy off. Of course she wasn't strong or anything.. but she was PISSED.

"What the fuck is wrong with you! Who the hell are you that gives you right to hold on to her that way?"

[Ceraphine Davis]

Kev had JUST been about to turn around and leave the guy standing there, just like she always did, when suddenly there was a hand at the back of her neck, and before she could really do anything about it...Her hair was grabbed, her small body jerked around and turned to face Devon as she looked up at him. A soft whimper escaping her as she noted the look he held and the feelings he let forth.

She was about to explain, about to tell him that she really had not meant anything....But then, another all too familiar tone came from nearby and froze Kev on the spot.....

Closing her eyes, she felt the dull throb of pain starting to fill the air around them, her own of course.....She had to do such, had to block out Mischa's pain for fear of what it might do to her. She had cause so much pain to the girl and she did not think she could stand to do so anymore.

Lowering her head slightly she remained silent, her breath drawn in shakey and clearly upset....Though why was anyones guess...Partially because she felt bad for upsetting Devon, the other because the woman she loved more than her own life was there and pissed off....and high...Heh...yes Kev knew that feeling all too well and could not ignore it......

Finally she broke the silence she had created and whimpered out softly....barely more than a whisper....

"Mischa......"

Yes, she loved her, she had given Mischa everything she was...Left with her all that was ever good....Left with her every bit of happiness Kev had ever experienced....Now, she was here, and Kev could not help but feel that longing inside her for the other girl....Even though she knew that she could not.

[Devon]

Devon saw the sudden realization of his presence in her eyes, and the soft whimper that escaped her showed that she knew he wasn't pleased. So he was standing there, about to receive what should have been a damn good apology and explanation, when suddenly a pair of hands were shoved into him.

The intentions of the shove were unknown, but it wasn't hard to push someone when they didn't know it was coming. Whoever it was had brought around the unintended consequence of hurting Kev along with pissing off Devon. The natural instinct when pushed being what it was, he tensed up, and with his hand still in her hair they both ended up two steps to his right, Kev dragged along.

Of course out of everyone the person the most confused had to be the poor sap who thought his dreams had come true, only to turn into a cluster fuck before his eyes.

Devon however was under no illusions, he had an understanding what it would have looked like. He simply didn't give a shit. It had nothing to do with anyone else, and so when he turned his head to the shrill voice that was questioning him Devon's cold expression had heated slightly, a sneer curving his lips faintly.

"Devon Richardson, and you," "Mischa..." "Mischa, might want to question if your grasp on reality is all that strong while under the influence of narcotics." Devon didn't have super powered empathy, he could see the signs that always came with narcotics, it wasn't exactly easy to hide them from someone who had seen the effects several times before.

[Mischa Badoer]

"Devon Richardson, and you,"

"Mischa..." her eyes shot to Kevala. Hearing her voice again was too much to handle. All Mischa wanted to do was take Kevala far from the ass hole and bring her home... Back to their family.

"Mischa, might want to question if your grasp on reality is all that strong while under the influence of narcotics."

Her glare shot to the man who was inappropriately holding onto Kev. He was SO DAMN LUCKY she didn't have a gun. She would have gladly liked to see his brains spattered. "I've got a pretty good hold on what is occurring thank you. Though I'm not sure if you are all there if you think you can treat her like that..." which was true... No body was allowed to treat Kev that way... The girl had suffered through enough trauma in her life and didn't need some jerk off treating her like dirt. "And as asked before; Who...the fuck do you think you are? I wasn't asking for your God damn name... I don't give two shits..."


Mischa would walk towards Kev and wrap her fingers through Kev's. It was to comfort her..though it wouldn't be as much as she could if the prick wasn't present. Being aggressive like he was being was an idiotic move at getting Kev's attention...especially when she had a very protective fiance/girlfriend/ex type person present!

[Ceraphine Davis]

Kev could handle a lot of things, but what she could not handle was the way he was speaking to Mischa, nor the fact that soon enough she felt that all too familiar touch on her hand, fingers lacing with Mischa's as she bit her lower lip and whimpered softly...

Ignoring the pain from being drug along a couple steps and simply lowering her head......

"Mischa...baby please....."

This could not end well, and as she trembled softly, it was both because she was trying to keep from irrationally losing her temper and from letting herself get too lost in the girls silken touch.

She had grown to know every aspect of those fingers and the way they touched her flesh, how the girl smelled how she looked every detail etched into her memory for so long as she chose to continue living.....

She could never erase her from her mind. No matter how much she tried.....Wincing lightly at the grip in her hair she thought to pull her hand back but instinct had already taken hold and her fingers curled up about the other girl's on their own it seemed.

What could one expect after all the two had been through?

[Devon]

The glare was pretty clear, and it would've been intimidating or worrying if it didn't come from someone who wasn't strung out and trying to get in between himself and his girlfriend. It wasn't the greatest situation to intimidate him, as it wasn't a position he would back down on.

Devon's small sneer stayed in place as he held the woman's glare without any issue. The question came again, but she made it clear that she wanted some kind of explanation. He was about to tell her where she could put her questions when he saw something rather odd.

Her brilliant tactical move was...!

...

Hold hands.

The logic behind this was clearly beyond his grasp, because he failed to understand how that was immediately helpful. What was next, patty cake? It made absolutely no sense to him, who was this chick, what was up her ass, and how was that at all helpful even in her own mind?

Devon then glanced down and saw that Kev actually participated in the queerest moment he had seen in recent memory. Which wasn't all that easy to accomplish. Kev calling the woman 'baby' was pretty much the finger that pushed the buzzer in his brain.

"Hold that thought." He pulled Kev back, it wasn't hard to manage as he had kept a loose grip on his girlfriends hair throughout the surreal moment. Once they were a full step away from the whacked-out-nosy-chick, effectively breaking up their hand-holding moment of weirdness, Devon tilted his head slightly to the left as he turned her so she would be forced to look him in the eye.

"I hate to interrupt this touching moment, but what the fuck is going on?" Devon simply demanded.

[Mischa Badoer]

Devon pulled Kevala from her hold and Mischa's hand felt empty. She could feel the warm touch only Kev was ever able to provide. Mischa's eyes fell to her hand. The light that flashed on her engagement ring shown on her arm and Mischa slapped at it in a panicked motion. Anyone would have caught her startled jump and attempt at smacking off what ever was crawling on her skin. Though her attention snapped back to the boy who was talking to Kev. Mischa's hand still rubbed at her arm in the time being of course.

"Thank you for answering my question..." she mumbled while looking away. Why did she look away? The man Kevala was previously hitting on was staring at this whole ordeal. Mischa rubbed at her right nostril as she observed the man...

Why is he staring?

"Qualcuno chiama la polizia! Quell'uomo sta tramando qualcosa!" (someone call the police! This man is plotting something! ) she said pointing at him. He looked really confused...'cause she started yelling something in Italian...A lot of people started to stare, but of course ended up carrying on their tasks at hand. The man then just walked away and Mischa looked back at Kev..whom would have somewhat understood what she said due to the fact Mischa would usually teach her some Italian since she was 17-years-old.

She didn't know how long they were into their conversation, but she was just kind of sketched out Devon would attack the both of them. "Kev... You know this guy?" she would say still scratching at the spot on her arm...then she would scratch at her fingers 'cause the shimmer was shining there instead.

Fucker won't die...

*smack*

Damn...still there...

Her attention returned to Kev waiting for her answer. She would rather Kevala not know who this person was..Why? Because he was a jerk off and Kevala didn't need anymore ass holes in her life.

[Ceraphine Davis]

Kev felt herself pulled away from Mischa, that warm touch now lacking and her hand left cold and empty. She whimpered. Yes...Whimpered. Why? Because deep down her instincts still craved Mischa and she could not deny it. It was just like, no matter how much she tried to fight it, she could not deny that a part of her still wanted to be near Gabriel.

Yet she was forced to pay attention to the matter at hand, biting her lip nervously as she thought of how to answer.....Then, she noticed the manner in which Mischa was acting and again her instinct took hold.

"Mischa. Stop please. You cannot afford to draw such attention to yourself. Leave him be."

With that she shot a look to the other guy and flashed her eyes crimson and then back to normal, her grin turning a bit sadistic as she blew a kiss his way.

"Better get the fuck out of here before I get hungry."

With that, and wide eyes he turned and ran off. Good. One less distraction...Now back to Devon....Though before she could answer Mischa was there and hitting at something that was not there.

Instantly Kev's hands shot out and gripped the girl's wrists...Eyes going to her as she shook her head as best as she could manage.

"Mischa, please..Stop....there is nothing there. It is the drugs baby."

Her tone pleading as the pain of seeing Mischa like this filled her eyes. Whimpering out once more she then turned back to Devon. Pulling back one of her hands she reached up to her neck, pulling at the chain about her neck...It was long enough to hide within her shirt and as she withdrew it the ring that was around it would come into view.

Holding it up she sighed and lowered her eyes. It was a matching one to Mischa's and she knew that she had to explain.

"This is Mischa. We have been together since my old school....Two years now.....Engaged.....But now....I...I dont know.."

She honestly did not know...At first she had thought Mischa hated her, but the girl's actions today said otherwise......

[Devon]

Devon didn't get his answer, wonderful. But there was something that he did notice, the whole him being right about her being strung out was pretty much dead on. He sighed and could already see the situation forming in his mind, and it wasn't one he was likely to enjoy.

How did he know the way things were likely going to end up? Well he could see how she was moving, the twitch movements like rubbing at her nostril, scratching at random spots. Either the cocaine bugs, snow lights, or she had taken something laced with LSD.

And Kev was acting way too familiar with the chick to ignore it.

For the moment he let Kev have her free run, if only because he wanted a fucking explanation. But one would notice that even though he wasn't holding her back he was staying close close by, waiting for that damned bit of information that would make sense of things.

Of course he didn't know where to put the puzzle piece when offered to him. Where does lesbian fiance fit in this particular jigsaw? Because he didn't see the space.

"... Right."

Devon rolled his eyes and stepped forward, figuring there was only two things he could do at this point, and no matter what he did he was fucked. Drag off Kev and make her abandon her... whatever the fuck she was while she was two steps away from going insane in public, or deal with it himself.

When he stepped forward he reached out and put his hand on Kevala's neck, pulling her between himself and Mischa for a moment. If he was going to do what he planned without incident he needed to make the woman hesitate, and so he was using Kevala for just that.

Leaning down he looked Kevala in the eye, his eyes harsh as he looked at her. He did not like where things were going, and he liked even less that he was sudden learning about all this after everything she put him through already.

"Kev, we really gotta work on those communication skills." Devon was exuding more confidence in his command of the situation then would be considered healthy. But he was thinking tactically, and if push came to shove he could force the situation. "So let me guess, you want to drag her back to your apartment and make sure she doesn't claw her own skin off?"

[Mischa Badoer]

Kevala told her to stop and she wanted so much as to listen to her... but it just crawling... that and it looked as if it started to dig into her skin. It was most definitely disgusting. Though she was going to trust Kev on this... Cocaine definitely did fuck her up, but she didn't have any help. Her help was Kev and she wasn't around because Mischa said somethings to drive her away.

Stupid Mischa.

"This is Mischa. We have been together since my old school....Two years now.....Engaged.....But now....I...I dont know.."

Mischa smiled when she saw the engagement ring on a chain around Kevala's neck. Though it disappeared hearing the last statement in her sentence.

I don't know.

Mischa found a picture of Kevala and another girl together..she doesn't know how it got into her possession.. but she found it and she tried O.Ding on the very cocaine she sold thus far killing her morals and the baby that her and Kev were supposed to share together. Now because Mischa was so damned upset for killing the unborn child..she freaked out and took it out on Kev...

And now she was paying for it.

She listened to how he worded Kevala's "comunication skills". Work on it? She couldn't just "work on it" Anyone who knew Kev knew that! Kev needed to open up and if she wouldn't open up to you..you talk to her.. Mischa remembered getting Kevala to open about the brand mark on her.. It was hard but she eased her into it. Mischa understood Kevala had trust issues..anyone who went through what she had couldn't just open up to just about anyone.

"So let me guess, you want to drag her back to your apartment and make sure she doesn't claw her own skin off?"

Mischa's brow perked. "Apartment? That's where you've been..." throughout Mischa's pregnancy Kevala was gone most of the time. She just thought it was Sasha... or her off binge drinking to settle the voices.

[Ceraphine Davis]

Again Kev found herself moved and she could not help but look up at Devon as he spoke. Then he spoke of Mischa and her brow raised slightly.

"If you think I will let her hurt herself, you are wrong."

Then, she heard Mischa speak and she winced slightly...Biting her lip once more as she turned to face the girl, a sigh given as she reached out and brushed her hand over the girls cheek, using the touch to tuck a bit of Mischa's hair behind her ear.

"Sasha was taking over when we thought I was sleeping. She got an apartment....And...when I found out...I kept it....Because I was scared that I would lose my mind and try to harm you or the baby......Now....I have been staying there....."

No, Kev had really bad communication skills, always had....and some had figured out how to get through her wall and some just kept bouncing off of it.....Either way, she was forced to stand there between the two and try and figure out what the hell was going on in her own head.

She whimpered softly, biting her lip to try and cut the inside of her mouth open to give herself a little something to calm her down. But yeah....for now she fidgetted her hands a bit nervously as her long black hair drifted about in the breeze.

A soft sigh passed her lips as she tried to think of what she was going to do. Right now she was so lost, her mind running over the emotions of hate that Mischa had given off in the hospital. The girl hated her. Or she had. What if she still did and just did not know it due to the drugs? What if she resented Kev?

All this and more driving her closer and closer to losing her cool, the emotions around her shifting slightly and hinting at her losing it if one could read them perfectly well...If not then she was gonna go a bit off the deep end and nobody would know what the hell had happened.....Heh

Just like Kev.

[Devon]

(OOC: This post sucked, but it's all I got.)

Devon grunted at her reaction. He wasn't saying that he would force her to let someone who was important to her claw her skin off, he was just predicting the future in a bitter manner. In fact the whole situation left him with a bitter taste in his mouth, as well as an odd sensation of floating in his skull.

He ignored the floating, and focused instead on what came out of Kevala's lips. Shit just kept getting more and more weird. Now there was a child involved? He couldn't imagine how things could possibly get any more complicated. It would take several ninjas and port to the prehistoric era at the very least.

Devon tried hard to ignore the sensation of his brain floating in frequent throbs of pain. Frustration wasn't good for him while he was still mostly in recovery. The thing that kept him focused throughout the insanity was the sense of jealousy that was lurking bellow his now-

"Baby... Kitten, what do you mean baby? Because if we're talking about a third chick my mind may actually implode."

[Mischa Badoer]

Mischa swatted at the spot again and she could have sworn it fell on the ground this time. She made she she stepped on it before looking back at Kev. She shivered right when she felt Kevala's hand on her cheek and brush through her hair. Then they talked about the apartment further more. Mischa had wished Kevala just stayed at home...with the twins... then a pang of fear overwhelmed her. She never put the kids in mind. Were they hurt about all of this? Mischa hadn't seen them in so long... They seem to not be in Kev's possession.

"Baby... Kitten, what do you mean baby? Because if we're talking about a third chick my mind may actually implode."

Mischa cringed at his choice of words. For some reason she felt offended by it... it seemed...disrespectful for the now dead family Mischa wanted to build with Kev.

Her eyes looked up at Kevala. She stared at the way her hair moved in the wind and she wanted so bad to touch it. Mischa was still confused as to who this guy was in Kevala's life. From the way they spoke to each other...they knew each other for a long time. Was that girl not the only one Kev had been seeing behind Mischa's back?

Mischa would take a few strides towards Kev's back and hug her. Her arms would wrap around her slender waist and she would bury her face in Kev's neck. The familiar scent filled her nose and set off all sorts of memories.

Kevala was torn. It wasn't fair for Devon to force this decision upon her... It wasn't fair to confuse Kevala the way she had. Mischa was just wishing she hadn't said what she did... What ever pushed her away thinking Mischa didn't want her anymore. Mischa would then whisper in her ear..ignoring Devon's question. "I'm sorry baby..." she would kiss just below Kev's ear. She knew the girl was stressing at this moment. Live a girl for 2 years and you start to get how they are feeling quite easily. "I'm sorry I made you feel unwanted in the hospital... I'm sorry I got you into this mess..." Mischa would take of her ring. Something she really didn't want to do... though she was going to give it to Kev..she decided not to...'cause if this was it..she would want something to hold on to. Instead she slid it into her pocket. Her eyes grew red with tears that now blurred her vision.

"Don't feel compelled to choose me over someone just because I want you just as much as I always had..." no matter how douchey Mischa thought of this guy.... he might be a good guy if Kevala magnetized to him. And part of her was saying what she said just so she could protect herself. After all... she must like the guy a lot if she chose him during the time of Kev's and Mischa's rough patch.

Mischa stepped back now and sat herself on the pavement. Her knees were too weak to stand. Mischa's hand reached up to grab the necklace around her neck as she trembled and felt sick to her stomach. If anyone was smart enough..they would know what was inside that necklace.

Mischa's hand combed through her hair as her nails dug into her scalp. "Fuck..I'm so scared..." she would murmur under her breath.