Greetings Earthlings

ravenazarath:

“Pancakes? Alright.” He turned on one burner, “This should be a good heat for it. Just uh…let me know if it starts burning or something.” He let her take control of the situation. After all what need did she really have for him at this point.

“Thank you.” She placed the skillet on the burner and got to work on the pancakes. Once she got going, Zariah fell into her usual pancake routine of singing and dancing around as she cooked. She was the complete monster of the babysitter that taught her how to cook pancakes. She worked until the four sizeable stacks. “Hope this is enough. Now how will I carry this out?”

ravenazarath:

“A book?! You’re in a magical kitchen and you want a book?! Bah, fine.” A cook book was dropped at Zariah’s feet. “There is your book. Now what do you want to make? We can handle almost anything.” Flames sprang to life on the stove, showing that the usually inanimate object had a makeshift head, neck, and arms. It smiled at her as the lights flicked on, “Welcome to my kitchen stranger. How can I help you?”

“Yes a book, I want to make something with my own hands. The meal is suppose to be sincere.” She picked up the book and flipped through the pages. Panic set in as she read the contents. “This is in French! Are all your cookbooks in French?” Zariah shut the book, then placed it on the counter. The young woman was no chef, but there was one thing she could make that always turned out well. “On second thought, just direct me to your bowls, measuring cups, eggs, milk, and flour.” The best apologies came from the heart.

ravenazarath:

Richard sighed as he made his way back to the car. The day went by fine he supposed, but he couldn’t help but be somewhat distracted with what Zariah had said to him earlier. He looked up from the ground as he got closer to the limo, waved at Zariah then got in the car. “I’m ready to go through this..I guess….” he knew what he was going to do maybe about halfway through the date. He just needed to make sure he had the courage to do it.

She waved back at Richard, noticing he was rather distracted tonight. Zariah felt a little guilty if it was she had said left him that way. “Here, for you.” Her voice was kinder than earlier as she placed the bag in his lap. “Hey, I’m sorry if I overstepped my bounds this morning. I know what it’s like to be stripped of making your own choices and I guess it must have touched a nerve. Just, whatever you do make sure it’s always your choice.”

“Hm?” He looked down at the bag and went through it quickly, “I’m alright and it will be my choice. You did exactly as I asked you to and told me the truth.” He smiled at her before leaning on the window and enjoying the ride.

It did take a moment for them to get to the club. It was packed and he knew most of these people were probably hiding cameras. “I’ll call you in about an hour.” The date it’s self was supposed to be about an hour and a half if he remembered correctly. He slipped out the car and disappeared inside.

After dancing, laughing, and drinking for about an hour, Richard pulled Jade to a table off to the side. He finished his text to Zariah letting her know that he was ready to leave as he leaned on the table. He took a breath and looked up at the woman, “Jade…I’m tired of this. I’m tired of going out to premieres, I’m tired of going to award shows, I’m tired of constantly acting. I don’t want to pretend to want to be with you anymore. It’s not like you enjoy it either. So to end our relationship that never happened, here is me really leaving you. I’m not interested in seeing you again unless we have to co-star in something.” He stepped back from the table, “I already paid for our drinks by the way, so have fun doing…whatever.” He walked off after that. He had seen people taking pictures, he was going to be the bad guy. He broke up with Jade and left.

Al parked the limo a few blocks away and Zariah reviewed the escape route with him, before sitting back to play the waiting game. She opened the sunroof and starred up at the sky. The stars were covered up by city smog. For one rare moment she missed something from her childhood. The stars were in abundance out in the desert.

Zariah set up in attention at the buzzing of her phone. “Time to pick up the package.“ She called out to Al as she texted Richard their ETA. When they whipped around the corner, Zariah yanked Richard into the limo swiftly and they speed off quickly. "Shit, the sharks smell blood in the water and attack like crazy.” She watched the flock of paparazzi pour out of everywhere and began to follow. Thanks to a red light and a couple of commuter buses, they had the lead.

ravenazarath:

“A book?! You’re in a magical kitchen and you want a book?! Bah, fine.” A cook book was dropped at Zariah’s feet. “There is your book. Now what do you want to make? We can handle almost anything.” Flames sprang to life on the stove, showing that the usually inanimate object had a makeshift head, neck, and arms. It smiled at her as the lights flicked on, “Welcome to my kitchen stranger. How can I help you?”

“Yes a book, I want to make something with my own hands. The meal is suppose to be sincere.” She picked up the book and flipped through the pages. Panic set in as she read the contents. “This is in French! Are all your cookbooks in French?” Zariah shut the book, then placed it on the counter. The young woman was no chef, but there was one thing she could make that always turned out well. “On second thought, just direct me to your bowls, measuring cups, eggs, milk, and flour.” The best apologies came from the heart.

ravenazarath:

Before he could say anything back, he was pulled out the car. He turned a bit as Kori began to go off, she was complaining about how he was late and that he needed to rush through makeup or they would be behind. She ended it of course with a stern,

“What were you doing, you’re going to stress out Zariah if you don’t start showing up on time again.” She wasn’t wrong. Richard had a habit of being a bit of a hard ass, it was the reason why Kori was constantly so stern with him when he was late. Though usually he wouldn’t do it to the point where it would make the people in charge of him look bad. 

“Sorry Kori, I’ll keep that in mind.” He plopped down in the makeup chair and relaxed a bit. It was time to get to work.

Zariah gave Kori a quick salute for taking over things, smiling as she got out of the limo grabbing his suit from the trunk. “I leave him in your care, Ms. Kori. Bossman has errands for me to run.” She winked and waved her goodbyes. It was one of those rare days where she didn’t have to be up under him on set all day. Zariah had groceries to get, dry cleaning to pick up, fanmail to answer, and events calendar to update.

She waited for Richard in the limo. The sun had long since set and she was still adding events to the calendar. It was a price she paid for making a stop at Richard’s favorite bakery and picking up his usual. It was a reward for what he was going to have to go through for that night. Part of her hoped the sweets would put him in a good mood.

ravenazarath:

Well there goes being a gentlemen for the morning. Richard slipped into the car, leaning on the far window and yawning. Once Zariah was in the car he took off. It was a long drive, but not quiet, Al made sure to constantly pump music through the speakers and kept Zariah up to date with traffic as best as he could.

As they pulled up to the set, Richard checked his own phone and sighed, they were on time which wasn’t a problem, but he was sent a reminder that he had a date that afternoon. “Zariah can you please come up with something to just avoid the date all together? I don’t think I could handle being nice all night if it’s not with you or any of my other friends.”

The music kept Zariah awake, which she was greatful for. It seemed she was far more tired than originally thought. She put a little concealer on, accompanied by eyeliner and mascara to make it seem like she was putting on makeup and not covering up her exauhstion. Zariah rolled her eyes at Richard’s complaining, slamming her compact shut.

“Alright, enough.” She closed the divider to give them some privacy. “Look Richard, you hired me to be honest with you. The way I see it, you’re able to make one of two choices tonight. Either play nice and keep up this miserable farce of a relationship or make a scene and end things publicly.“ She placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, her gaze serious. “I’ve seen you in Lost Boy, you’re actually talented even if your fanbase hasn’t realized that yet. You no longer need a tabloid relationship to hold you up. Your work speaks for itself. Just don’t get a bigger head than you already have.” She gave him a reassuring smile before the door on Richard’s side was opened.

Before he could say anything back, he was pulled out the car. He turned a bit as Kori began to go off, she was complaining about how he was late and that he needed to rush through makeup or they would be behind. She ended it of course with a stern,

“What were you doing, you’re going to stress out Zariah if you don’t start showing up on time again.” She wasn’t wrong. Richard had a habit of being a bit of a hard ass, it was the reason why Kori was constantly so stern with him when he was late. Though usually he wouldn’t do it to the point where it would make the people in charge of him look bad. 

ravenazarath:

“A book?! You’re in a magical kitchen and you want a book?! Bah, fine.” A cook book was dropped at Zariah’s feet. “There is your book. Now what do you want to make? We can handle almost anything.” Flames sprang to life on the stove, showing that the usually inanimate object had a makeshift head, neck, and arms. It smiled at her as the lights flicked on, “Welcome to my kitchen stranger. How can I help you?”

“Yes a book, I want to make something with my own hands. The meal is suppose to be sincere.” She picked up the book and flipped through the pages. Panic set in as she read the contents. “This is in French! Are all your cookbooks in French?” Zariah shut the book, then placed it on the counter. The young woman was no chef, but there was one thing she could make that always turned out well. “On second thought, just direct me to your bowls, measuring cups, eggs, milk, and flour.” The best apologies came from the heart.

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Making her way to the limo, she could hear the click of the trunk unlock. Al always knew the drill, if anything was in her arms more than likely it was going back there. She dropped off clothes befor slamming the trunk shut.

ravenazarath:

Zin grumbled softly to himself, looking down at his arm and leaning toward it attempting to lick the wound clean, but Zariah had pulled his arm away. He winced when the hot cloth touch the wound. Growling, he snapped at Zariah, “That hurts!” He saw his friends flinch and sat back a bit. He leaned on his other arm and began to grumble to himself again. What else was he supposed to do at this point. With a slight huff he looked at her out the corner of his eye, “Are you ok?”

She glared at him interrupting her work by moving. “Of course it hurts, you moved!” The girl snapped right back, holding his arm still. Zariah wasn’t trying to be rude, but she wasn’t going to be yelled at. It simply was not necessary.

“A little chilled, but fine. The rabbit’s doing good as well.” Her eyes were kinder when she looke upon him this time. “Thank you, for saving me. I’m sorry I just ran off, it won’t happen again.”

He looked down at her, relaxing a bit and holding still, “You’re welcome.” He didn’t want to talk about her leaving. It was not her fault, technically. He turned to look the other way, “Um…a-are you hungry? I can see if something can be whipped up real quick.” 

Making her way to the limo, she could hear the click of the trunk unlock. Al always knew the drill, if anything was in her arms more than likely it was going back there. She dropped off clothes befor slamming the trunk shut.

ravenazarath:

Zin grumbled softly to himself, looking down at his arm and leaning toward it attempting to lick the wound clean, but Zariah had pulled his arm away. He winced when the hot cloth touch the wound. Growling, he snapped at Zariah, “That hurts!” He saw his friends flinch and sat back a bit. He leaned on his other arm and began to grumble to himself again. What else was he supposed to do at this point. With a slight huff he looked at her out the corner of his eye, “Are you ok?”

She glared at him interrupting her work by moving. “Of course it hurts, you moved!” The girl snapped right back, holding his arm still. Zariah wasn’t trying to be rude, but she wasn’t going to be yelled at. It simply was not necessary.

“A little chilled, but fine. The rabbit’s doing good as well.” Her eyes were kinder when she looke upon him this time. “Thank you, for saving me. I’m sorry I just ran off, it won’t happen again.”

He looked down at her, relaxing a bit and holding still, “You’re welcome.” He didn’t want to talk about her leaving. It was not her fault, technically. He turned to look the other way, “Um…a-are you hungry? I can see if something can be whipped up real quick.”