Model For Me

[Azerail Zhefarovich]

The evening had gone by rather quickly, seeing as Azerail Lucas Zhefarovich was a Healer, tending to those in need under a new last name that he has had for over a year now. The name had fit him weirdly enough, so he thought that it was probably his birth name before he was adopted off. The reason being is the fact that his older twin brother had a name that had a vowel in it, and the middle name of him and his brother both started with an L so that could not be a mere coincidence. Azerail was thinking over his new family really, because he never had a huge family until he was taken back out of his adopted family's life, and into his biological family. It was weird because to him, he was not suited into the ranks of what some would call darkness. Azerail recently started to stop fighting the darkness and everything else, and he started to see the Death Eaters and those that were like them, slaughtering mudbloods and others alike, and he could see why. Things were slowly getting different. Azerail was actually appointed sometime next year, to go into the bunk room, and he would be able to really get everything done. Ozias had set it up, but Azerail did not have a clue on what was going on. Azerail was on his way from packing his office clean of stuff, and then when he was done, he apparated back to his home, where he and his twin living with Taralynn Vyhnal that they both did intimate things with, to keep one another satisfied and not frustrated. The only one that seemed to really take this whole thing to heart was Azerail, because he did not even notice it, but he was growing to like Taralynn more than just a friend. Azerail had no idea, because his put off from relationships ever since he broke up with his last girlfriend. He wondered what would have happened if he did not break up with her, but in a way, the only way, it was for the best.

Opening the front door to his house, and he knew that Ozias would not be home for a few days because he was traveling with his Quidditch team. Azerail and Taralynn would be alone from that blood-crazed twin for a while, and Azerail did not have any complaints. He was worried that one day, the Aurors or something were going to crash in and take Ozias away for his crimes, which he did not even know what they were. It was something that he worried about constantly. Azerail worried about his brother and his family many times. Azerail took off his jacket and he hung it on the rack. He looked around the dark house before he used his magic to flick on the lights, and give everything a good lighting. He wondered why it was so quiet in here and thought that Taralynn might even be out. Shrugging, he walked himself upstairs, and he entered his bedroom to get some clothing, before he showered to get the smell of Saint Mungo's off of him. Caring of all the residents was rather tedious, but today he managed to brew many of the medicines, before he managed to mix the wrong ingredients into one and it exploded on him. The smell was horrific but with enough soap, there was enough to wash it off and everything. Azerail finished and he stepped from the shower, dried off and put on his clothing. He brushed his dark hair before he looked around the bathroom and he cleaned things up. He did not really know what to do, so he went to his bedroom, where he left the door wide open. He crossed the room, where he searched through his bookshelves, and found a good book that he wanted to read. He got out a book that had a lot of dark history in it, and he sat down on his large bed and opened the book up to the first page. This was a book he did not really get into before but now he was reading through, and it was more interesting than last year.​

 

[Taralynn Zhefarovich]

Taralynn exhaled the moment she entered the home that she and her two roommates shared. It was such a relief to finally be away from work and at the one place she felt she could relax at these days. Over the past couple of months they had been making her do more and more shows, more traveling, more shoots. It was exhausting. Taralynn was young and she already felt like this job had added on ten years to her original age. No matter how much she slept, it never felt like she had gotten enough sleep when she woke up the next day. If it weren't for the make-up and everything they had her use, the fact that she was exhausted would be obvious too. But it no longer mattered. Now she was home. She was off for a week or so which meant that she could rest herself and relax for more than a few minutes. Plus from her last shoot, they had given her a ton of new clothing from their line as a thank you gift for participating in the shoot. Taralynn hadn't seen what she had been given yet but she was eager to try them all on soon. 'Hm. Someone must already be home.' Tara mused to herself as she noticed that someone had turned on some of the lights already. The house looked so cozy right now. Taralynn couldn't wait to crawl under he covers and sleep for a year or something along that timeline. Taralynn loved to sleep. Especially on mornings where the house felt cozy and all was quiet except the crackle of the fireplace or the rain falling outside. Her two roommates knew she loved to sleep too. She encouraged them to both wake her whenever though because otherwise she would probably sleep all day. Taralynn's thoughts went to the twins she was living with and she sighed to herself. The situation between the three of them was a sketchy one. After that one night those boundaries she had set were gone. It was hard to determine exactly what they were to one another. But Taralynn guessed it was along the lines of friends with benefits or f*ck buddies? Both worked just fine. The awkward part was that it was both brothers. Usually when she was with one of them, the other soon appeared. Particularly Ozias. Taralynn and Azerail actually had very little chances to be alone with one another without him popping in. Not that Taralynn minded because she thought both of the brothers would easy to get along with. It was just strange how he seemed to be missing until she and Azerail were around one another. Taralynn had actually spent a few occasions fooling around with just Ozias when Azerail was at work and they were alone. But not once other than that first time had she and Azerail really done anything else without his brother being present. Taralynn wondered if she should feel bad that she and Ozias had done things while he was at work? For some reason she did. Even if she knew she shouldn't. They agreed not to think of them being intimate as something serious right? So Azerail shouldn't be affected by it right? She shouldn't be affected by it. There should be no sense of this being wrong floating around her head. Sometimes she worried that one of these days she was going to start taking it seriously. That one day she could end up liking both of them. They looked alike, but they were nothing alike at the same time. At least when it came to personality and mannerisms.

Taralynn hoped that day never came because she didn't know if she could choose. It was just better if they were friends. Taralynn made sure to be quiet as she went up the stairs. Chances were that whomever was home could hear her though anyways. The stairs creaked an awful lot. When she was upstairs her blue eyes were able to pick up the fact Azerail's door was creaked open slightly and there was light emitting from it. So he must be the one that was home. For some reason that made the house seem even more cozy. Stepping in front of the door, Taralynn had to resist the urge to knock on his door and ask if she could hang out. Her and Azerail were a lot closer than she and Ozias were. She adored hanging out with him. It would be nice to hang out with him tonight too but she figured that he was tired from work and that she needed to feel less dependent on him for company. She needed to be careful about not getting to attached to him. So instead of knocking Taralynn tried to sneak past the door without getting heard. If only the bag of new clothes hadn't smacked against the wall. There was no way in hell someone could miss that. Covering her mouth to hide the squeak she bolted to her room hoping that if Azerail got up he wouldn't see her outside of his bedroom like a creeper. Taralynn's room was only a few doors down and once Taralynn stepped in she thought she was safe. The damned bag she was carrying didn't seem to agree with that. Hitting the lamp on the table next to the door, a flurry of books and other things fell right along with it. Creating a loud mess of noise. "Sh*t." Taralynn muttered under her breath as she dropped the bag on the floor. Chances were that he knew someone was home now. She flopped down on her bed for a moment, she was just going to take a nap or a shower but something kept egging her on to pop in and say hi to Azerail anyways. With a shrug of her shoulders she figured she might as well go say hi and be a weakling. Taralynn reached Azerail's room and moved the door open. She didn't even give it a knock before she entered. He was reading so she hoped she was disturbing him. Taralynn remained silent as she walked over to his bed and moved him over a little bit with a soft push. Then she lifted the covers and crawled underneath. Sighing she finally decided to say something. "Hi." Taralynn muttered and let her eyes look up toward the ceiling. She bit her lips and wondered if Azerail minded that she was in here. This wasn't the first time she had came into his room to hang out but this was the first time she had done this. It was relaxing in here.​

 

[Azerail Zhefarovich]

Azerail was enjoying the time to himself. He rarely got it when he was not being bothered by Ozias, but he was gone over to America or something. The United States or something like that. He did not bother knowing what state because there were too many and weirder names. That was all he knew. Not many Zhefarovich members went to that place, never liked it because of the muggles that lived there. Their attitudes about free will and less complicated families baffled them. Azerail did not really see the point in the family like his, but it worked out and kept everyone safe, for as long as they could anyhow. Azerail was very grieved when they had lost Arnost, and then when Nataliia went to the Snow family, someone that Azerail got along superb with, he was grieved about that also. The other deaths, he did not really know. Raisa was one of them that he did not know but came to fear. Closing his silver eyes, he continued to think over his family, and wondered if Taralynn had a family like his own. Azerail opened his eyes and he smiled faintly at the thought of Taralynn. She was something unusual, and beautiful. Her personality was awesome too. Personally, Azerail was starting to think that he was liking her, but he was scared, scared that he would end up experiencing the same thing as he did when he was in a relationship with Dannii. That somehow everything just lost the spark. But there was another thing to consider, the roommate rule that had been broken, and now they were sleeping together with no strings attached. There were no pregnancies or anything, but he had to share Taralynn with Ozias. Ozias did not seem to care what happened between the three of them, but Azerail did. He did not like to share too much, but he never put his feelings on top of others. If Taralynn wanted to do the both of them, then he would not say anything of it. It was not his place, and it was enjoyable. The emotions gained and the feeling of being used and satisfied. It was definitely not a good thing to do, but he was not supposed to be good now was he? A Zhefarovich never belonged on the side of good. They would either be evil or neutral or just supportive of the evil. Azerail looked up a bit when he heard the echo of the front door opening. Oh he hoped that Ozias was not here. He wanted to spend the day without his twin brother around, but he did not think that he should have his brother around all the time. It was not the best in the world. But the team that Ozias was on was not even in this country right now. Azerail wondered if it was just Taralynn then. He was sure that it was her. Who else would pop in for a visit with him? Azerail was not that important in the family to get a visit from anyone. He did not know anyway unless he had forgotten something. Alas, he still believed that he would not even be important enough to be visited by anyone except those that lived here already. Azerail shrugged it off and continued to think about what he was going to do about his situation with Taralynn. To him it should be wrong to have a girl sleep with twins. He knew only one woman that had done that, and one of them hated it. This time as different, and Taralynn was not pregnant by him or Ozias. If Asparuh were to find out, he would probably find the both of them revolting.

The other men might like what the twins were doing, but not his father. They would have to remain secret. Azerail let out a sigh, before he heard footsteps coming up the stairs. He could tell that it was Taralynn, and he shifted on his bed a bit before he went back to his book. Azerail did not mind that she walked past the door, but he did not know that she had stopped in front of it. He smiled when he heard her bang something against the wall. There was no way he could have missed that. It was a pretty loud sound. However he thought that the noise had ended. Instead, there was more to it than even he would have thought. It sounded like she had knocked some things over, and he did not know what they were but it continued to make him smile even more. If she was trying to be quiet or something because he was reading, it was not working at all. A few moments had passed, and he heard his door opening up even more, and Taralynn entered his room. Azerail slowly peered over the pages of his book, and he wondered why she had not knocked, but it was not like he minded though. It was Taralynn. Perhaps to someone else he would have, but not her. Taralynn was definitely different because he felt something for her, but he did not know precisely on what it was. She even moved him over a fraction with a soft push, and then got underneath the covers next to him. Azerail continued to read or pretend to read rather. The only expression that was different was the gleam in his silver eyes, the smile that spread to them without touching his lips that is until she greeted him. He slowly closed the book and he leaned over to set it on the end table by the bed. He then assumed his natural position on the bed before he looked over at Taralynn and he murmured, “Hi.” It was the first thing that came to his mind, because this was just a pleasant surprise, that she would do this. He did not even get to see what she was wearing. Then again that might be a good thing too or else he might want to do some things. He did not really feel up to anything like that right now, not with him just getting back from work. It was a good thing that he was at least showered so that he did not have to deal with the smell of the hospital all over his clothing. He continued with a soft voice, “This is a new one. Are you wanting to cuddle or something, Taralynn?” Azerail would not mind anything she wanted to do. She could tell him to do stuff, and he would probably do it. He was practically obedient to her already, and he did not understand why. Perhaps it was a weakness. Or maybe, she was just his weakness. Could be a little of both. He was still curious, why she would do this even if he did not mind.​

 

[Taralynn Zhefarovich]

A part of Taralynn figured that she shouldn't be doing this. She shouldn't pushing her way into Azerail and Ozias' lives. What if she got too attached to them and then something happened? For one, she knew her brother was going to get upset when he figure out about all of this. Jarrett could be a very overprotective brother sometimes. Taralynn figured it was because he had pretty much raised his sisters. Sometimes it could be a real pain in the behind though. He had a knack for scaring off her boyfriends or dates with his behavior. Taralynn hated it. Time and time again she thought to herself about how she needed to help Jarrett settle down and find himself a nice girl that would keep him busy and off of her case when it came to boys. But the one girl Taralynn thought would be perfect for Jarrett, could barely stand to be in the same room as he was and vise versa. A while ago she thought they might get over it but it appears as if it has only gotten worse. Hopefully Jarrett remained busy with whatever he was doing because Taralynn was enjoying herself too much to have him ruin it on her. Even if a part of her thought it was wrong. Wrong to be fooling around with both brothers. But Taralynn told them both after it had happened the first time that this was going to be nothing serious. It was supposed to be casual. No one was supposed to take it to heart or really worry about what they meant to one another. They were roommates who fooled around and kept one another company, that was it. They weren't even close enough to be called lovers. Taralynn smirked softly as Azerail's comment and turned her gaze to look at the ceiling. "Not quite." Cuddling sounded too deep. The last thing Taralynn wanted was for her to start feeling something for Azerail. Cuddling and the sweetness was normally what pulled a girl in so quickly. Then she would have a mess on her hands and would have to move out. Ozias never seemed like he would have an issue on attracting Taralynn, or liking her. The blonde doubted that he would ever gain feelings for another person. So she needed to worry less about him, but more about Azerail. "Hmm you smell really good right now though. Anyways, I just got home from work and figured you might like some company. It gets really lonely in this big house easily." Taralynn stated. Pretty soon she wanted to go out with some of her friends because she hadn't seen them in awhile. Well she only had two friends. One of them was living with her brother so one would think that she would make more of an effort. But she had been so distracted lately. With work and the fact that she had two lovely men at home to indulge in if they were feeling frustrated. Which happened quite a bit. Taralynn wondered how long Azerail had been home for. It looked as if he had just showered so she suspected not long. Perhaps he could help her with something. She needed to try on this new clothing she got and figured his opinion might help better than anything. Even if the outfits were probably a bit much. But that was if and only if he wanted to have her model for him. Taralynn shifted so that she was sitting up on her knee's, looking down at Azerail. Some of her blonde hair fell into her face and she brushed it aside. Hopefully he would say yes because she didn't want to just take her own opinion on this. She also doubted that Ozias would be of much help. He would probably not even answer on how she looked or if he liked the outfit. Azerail seemed to be willing to do a lot for her so he might be willing to help her out.

"Azerail...." Taralynn purred, making sure to make herself sound extra sweet. She hoped that it would convince Azerail to accept. "Will you do me a favor?" It probably sounded a bit strange to hear her talk that sweetly. Especially since Taralynn wasn't exactly the sweetest girl in the world. Nice, of course. Sweet? Not even close. Taralynn had her days of course where she could be down right horrible too. Like when she lost her Prefect Badge in her sixth year. Some girl who had been making fun of her long legs for years finally got what she had coming to her. A nice powerful hex right in the face. Taralynn had nearly gotten expelled for that. But luckily someone convinced the headmaster to let her stay. Her brother would've killed her if she had gotten kicked out. A part of Taralynn was convinced that he was proud that she had finally taught that b!tch a lesson. "If I try on some clothes I was given today by some designers, will you tell me how they look? Please? I'll make it worth your while...." Maybe she could owe him a favor or something. But since this wasn't exactly the thing all guys wanted to do, she promised she would make it worth his time. As a friend she hoped he would consider it. The part she left out was that later on she even had some things she wanted him to show off. They heard that she had a brother and gave her some of the men's clothing too. Taralynn knew Jarrett would never wear any of that stuff. If Azerail didn't want to put the clothing on willingly she figured she could always bribe him. Well not bribe him, more or less show him that he was getting a good deal out of it. Taralynn even attempted her best attempt at the puppy dog face. How could Azerail say no? "I really need a second opinion. Unless you'd prefer I left so you could finish reading. I'm sorry about kind of barging in like that." Taralynn apologized and rubbed the back of her head. She did kind of feel bad for springing this upon Azerail but she would really like his help. He did a good job at cheering her up. Sometimes Ozias did too but he wasn't here right now. Azerail was a lot better at being good company anyways.​

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[Azerail Zhefarovich]

Azerail honestly liked it that Taralynn was becoming more and more involved with his life, but she practically knew nothing of his family, nor of his adoptive family that had taken care of him for the past several years of his life before he went back to the Zhefarovich family. Azerail was enjoying Taralynn’s company even if some thought that he should not. They were roommates, that did not mean that they could not be friends. There was nothing against that, was there? Though friends like the two of them did not do what they did from time to time. She was fooling around with the two of them, himself and Ozias. There was probably no other woman in the world that was doing what Taralynn was doing, with the two brothers fairly comfortable with it. Azerail doubted that Taralynn would bring any of her family around the house in order to see and meet the roommates. Azerail had heard some bad things about Taralynn’s brother. The last name Vyhnal was not entirely common at all, so he would recognize it. Ozias did not like the boy at all, no matter what the man had gone through his entire life. Jarrett had a horrible temper, and Azerail could just imagine how protective he was over his sister or sisters. He did not even know if Taralynn had any more sisters or brothers. Azerail wanted to know moer about her but he did not think that now would be the most appropriate time when she was laying in his bed. He was starting to doubt that she would be the type to even cuddle even though he was. Azerail looked down at the bed before he heard her voice and her two words. So he was right in the end, she did not want to cuddle. He was starting to grow suspicious then, Why was she in his bed then? He folded his arms across his chest and he started to go on any other reason why she would be in here. Did she want to fool around or something? Azerail did not think that he had the energy right now anyway. It would not be a first time either. It was common for him after work to not want to do anything except relax. It was a great thing that he had managed to squeeze a day off tomorrow. When Taralynn complimented on the way he smelled, he looked over at her and a dusting of red touched his cheeks. Azerail nodded and he murmured, “I suppose it does. I was just reading and thought about sleeping, but I think that has changed.” There was no tone in his voice that said that he was disappointed in the ways that things turned out.

In fact, the smile on his lips that was small yet noticeable, said that he was quite pleased to have Taralynn here right now. It was true because of her personality, she was just one of those young women that he was all right to be around, and enjoyed her company. He felt the weight of the bed shift from under her, as she moved to where she was sitting up on her knees, and looking down at him. Azerail was growing more and more suspicious because he did not know what she was up to. She was not on top of him so it could not be that at all. Even the way that she had said his name made him narrow those silvery eyes at her. That sweet tone normally meant trouble, because it was very sweet. And the way she was saying it. He did not know what he had to do but he was thinking that he would not like it a bit. What if she wanted him to try on something humiliating? He was not about to do that however. She went and asked if he would do her a favor. Azerail raised an eyebrow and he answered, “Depends on what the favor is, Taralynn.” Though he would feel really bad if there was something she was really wanting to do something, and he had to do something as well. Azerail would hear out on what the favor was before he would decide on the answer. He would wait on what it would be. The healer looked deep within her blue eyes to see if he could guess it indeed. Then he heard what it was and he was relieved that he would not have to do anything. Just let her model for him. Azerail leaned up in the bed before his arms unfolded and looked over at the model once more. He answered, “Sure, thought it would be something a lot worse. Yeah, I guess you can bring the clothing in here and I can tell you’re my opinion on them.” He figured that they would be like dresses and shirts, and had no idea what he was getting into. She had even pulled the puppy face to attempt. Even though he was not one of those that would fall for it. He doubted that there would be anything too bad. He looked down at the bed before he shifted again as he leaned against the pillows while he was sitting up completely. He wondered what type of clothing that he would be gifted to see tonight on Taralynn. She looked stunning, so he was sure that he would be the one that was gaining the most of this experience tonight.​

 

[Taralynn Zhefarovich]

Taralynn smiled brightly when Azerail told her that she could model the new clothing she had gotten from the designers, for him. She didn't mean anything behind it by doing this, she just figured that since he was a guy, he would be honest with her on how she looks in them. Taralynn would've done the same thing for Ozias if Azerail didn't want to do it. Well, she might have. It was hard telling with him. ”Thanks Azerail! You are the absolute best!” Her grin never faltered as she crawled off his bed. This would help her out a lot. Knowing what his opinion on her modeling was. Azerail and Ozias had never really seen Taralynn model before. Believe it or not, she actually liked it that way. They were roommates so he figured it would be inappropriate for them to view her in her work setting. Especially when things got stressful. Taralynn by no means starved herself, but often than not she had to make sure she didn't eat a lot and that she worked out often. Taralynn didn't want either of her roommates to see her obsess over her weight. They might view her differently. Or think she wasn't eating. Even if they've seen her cook and eat food on various occasions at home.There was also other things like how tired and grouchy she got. Or the ugly blisters the shoes gave her. There was just a lot of reasons that she didn't want them to see her on the job. It was the same way with Jarrett and Valera. She was more worried about them finding out than anyone because she thought it might break their heart. The one person outside of the other models, photographers, and her agent to know about the stressful side of her job was Astoria and she barely approved of it herself. Astoria was constantly telling her it wasn't worth it or that the job was stupid. But Taralynn loved her job. She was willing to make it work. ”I'll be right back!” Taralynn muttered as she left the room and went into her own. As soon as she closed the door she pulled the bag with her new clothing out and pulled them on. They were a bit much, she thought. Too much sex appeal as well as lace. Taralynn didn't like lace all that much. But this wasn't based on her opinion. It was all up to Azerail on whether it was something acceptable to keep or not. No, she wasn't keeping these to just wear for Azerail. But if he liked them. Then other men might like it too. When Taralynn finally decided to settle down those might just come in handy for pleasing her man. Bu who knew? In the end they might even be sold. But she just wanted to see if someone liked them. Taralynn even threw in some heels to make the look complete. They made her legs look even more long and gangly looking. But she looked professional this way. Then Taralynn left her room. Once she was at Azerail's doorway she spoke again. ”So um, just tell me how you think I look. Tell me what you honestly think.” By honestly she meant honestly too. Even if she looked fat and stupid, she wanted to know. Azerail didn't seem like the type to lie, but she did think he was nice enough to want to spare her feelings. But in this case she wanted to know anyways. It would only benefit her later. Besides, she would be able to tell if he lied, most likely. Taralynn breathed out and stepped back into the room.

”Well...what do you think?” Taralynn asked as she paused and placed her on her hips, almost as if she were posing. But she was really just trying to look natural. ”I kind of think it's a little bit too much, but that's just my opinion. What do you think?” Taralynn smirked and posed again, laughing at the end because now she was kind of just fooling around. She had yet to really take in Azerail's reaction, and before he could even tell her what he thought she made him hold on for a second while she tried on the second one. When she returned in the next set of clothing items she vaguely noticed how the second set made it a lot harder to move around. This set was definitely not her favorite. Taralynn kept trying on outfits and showing them to Azerail. Posing and turning around so he could see the front and back. By the time she was on her fifth outfit she noticed that Azerail was being a little quiet. Well she hadn't really given him the chance to speak too much with all of her posing and running back and forth. Finally she took a break. She didn't bother to change back but she sat down next to Azerail. ”So, what did you think? Did you like them? Am I stinky model? Should I keep these or something, you seem kind of quiet. Oh gosh...you're not bored are you?” Taralynn didn't like the thought of her possibly being boring to look at. But she was ready to take whatever critique Azerail had for her. Maybe after he told her what he thought she could get him to participate and have him model some clothes for her, just for fun. It would be cute. He had the body and facd to be a male model. Even if he could be a little shy sometimes. But Taralynn had not told him that just yet. Maybe when she's lived with them longer she would tell them just how attractive they were. Right now they seemed too new to one another for it to be the appropriate thing to say. That or how good they both were in bed. That was even worse because she felt sort of bad that she messed around with both of them. What made her feel even worse was how she didn't know if she could ever choose between the two of them.​

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[Azerail Zhefarovich]

Azerail really did not know what to expect when it came down to Taralynn modelling for him. He was not thinking clearly, but he was also tired from work, and he had abandoned his original idea to read and go to bed. The house had been amazingly quieter since Ozias' departure because of the professional Quidditch thing. He did not know how Ozias could fathom with the fans. A lot adored the seeker, but Ozias had not won every game, just many of them. And he was somewhat new on the team. Azerail smiled when she thanked him, and said that he was the best. He did not see the big deal with this all, but he figured that there would be something there that she would love. He wondered if he would be seeing something that Ozias had not. The Slytherin within that had graduated was one of those that were competitive, even against one's own brother. He hoped that Ozias would not get an offer like this. Sure, he did not understand why he would feel like that, but for now, he could honestly care less. Azerail's silvery eyes looked toward the door, waiting on the roommate to come in and start modelling for him. Azerail was yearning to start reading his book, as he could practically hear it calling out his name. However he resisted it completely, and he made sure that he was sitting up in the bed, and looking like he would be paying attention even if his mind was elsewhere. He could hear her bedroom door close behind her, and he let out a sigh, and he murmured, "Please don't be anything that I will laugh at." Some of the modelling clothing, and styles, were something that he could literally laugh at for a long time, with the bushy hair out to Mars, and the weirdest styles in the world. With animal skins and just weirder objects and using the designs as clothing. Azerail would never understand that sort of modelling, and hoped that he would not have to witness it right here in his room. He made sure that the covers were covering his lower body because his room for some reason was a little chilly. The moment that he heard the door open, he starting praying that Taralynn was wearing something remotely normal. He had his eyes on the blanket, as he started to mess with the material, and then he heard her voice, and he would agree, to tell her what he honestly thought. His eyes looked up, and then his breath caught in his throat. She was wearing lingerie. Lingerie. Well, it was a hell of a lot better than the weird stuff that he was imagining, but she was modelling something like that, in front of him? Azerail thought that she looked good. Not just good, but amazingly beautiful even if she was wearing something that could turn a guy on like a flip of the switch.

Right now, he could not even muster up any words, because he was just frozen on the spot. He was afraid of saying that she looked hot, amazing, like any man could just tackle her and make furious love right there on the spot. That might be a little much, so he chose to remain as silent as he could be. He would not lie to her, but he was a horrible liar too. Ozias could lie easily, but Azerail lacked that capability. He did not know how to hide or anything, but apparently, it was genetic. One could lie if they truly wanted to in his family. Since Azerail wanted nothing but truth, he did not want to lie, thus his subconscious would show the others that he was lying. He was asked again on what he thought, and Azerail continued to breathe, because he was just silent. In his mind, he was going on how she looked, but he was frozen. There was not a smile, not a frown, not a disgusting look to his expression, but simply a look of subtle surprise. She even started to pose for him, and he could feel his tongue drying out. Yes, he couldn't speak right now. He bit his lip, before he watched Taralynn as she said that it was a little bit much. He would have to agree. That would be something lovers would wear once on Valentine's day, until the male got it off. The second set of clothing was about the same, but it was different. It was still lingerie in his opinion. He looked at her body, and he was still stricken with shock, but there was a little more coming up. She did not really pause to let him say what he thought, but even if she asked again, he would give her the same answer, silence. It looked like she was taking a break, and by this time, Azerail reached over and grabbed a pillow before he set it in his lap, something he needed to do while she was coming closer to him. Taralyn started to question him, and he knew, it was about time that he better give her his opinion. Letting out a sigh, his voice barely wavering, he said, "No, I am not bored. Well, I think they look great, and you are an awesome model. I would keep them if you think you will wear them again for a future boyfriend or something..." Well, he did not tell her that he hated them but he did in fact love them. He loved the way that they looked on her, and it made him want to do things to her, but Azerail was not the type to just do that. He had done that once, but that was months of pent up frustrations. This was just one night's worth. Azerail looked down and he placed his hands on the pillow, holding it down, and he smiled, "You are a great model, Taralynn." He hoped that she did not starve herself or anything like that. She looked like she was a perfect size. She wasn't all bones, and there did not seem to be an ounce of fat on her. She had long legs, but he loved long legs as well.​

 

[Taralynn Zhefarovich]

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<COLOR color="#000">Taralynn wasn't fully sure if Azerail was into this outfits or not. He seemed like one of those genuine nice guys. One of those guys that preferred a woman who kept her clothes on and remained subtle. Sadly though, that was not the type of girl Taralynn was. Taralynn was bold and very unafraid of showing what she had. Never once in her life had she been shy. When she wanted something, she got it. When she liked someone, she went for them. It was just the way she was. Hopefully Azerail didn't mind her this way. If she could, she would try to make herself less abrasive for him. But it just wasn't possible. "Ugh I'm starting to sound like I want him to like me or something. We're just friends and stuff. Why doe sit matter what he thinks?' Taralynn knew she wasn't supposed to get attached to him or his brother at all. It would just make things too awkward and weird. She lived with them. They were her roommates. If she got involved in a relationship with either if them it could ruin things. Their friendship could get messed up and so could their housing situation. There was just too many problems that could come from this. But unfortunately sometimes things just could not be avoided. But Taralynn didn't think she would end up falling for Azerail or Ozias. She would try hard not to. Even if they were both incredibly cute, easy to get along with, and beasts in bed. Taralynn shifted. She felt uncomfortable thinking about the subjects. She didn't want to ask Azerail if it was okay for roommates to ask if it was okay to like one another. It would be strange because what if he thought she was talking about him? Taralynn wasn't even sure if she liked him, she just wanted to know if it was okay if she ever did. An idea came to her. Taralynn pulled a cardigan she had brought with her over her shoulders so she was at least somewhat covered and cleared her throat. "I need some advice. It's for my brother.....so he is unsure if it's appropriate or not to like his roommate. I'm not sure what to tell him. Any advice?" The funny part was, what she asked, wasn't a complete lie in her opinion. Jarrett did need some advice when it came to making a move or not. But it wasn't because he felt like it would be inappropriate. Taralynn actually didn't know what his problem was, but she figured it had something to do with pride. That was what kept a lot of guys she knew from acting certain ways. It was annoying. Hopefully Azerail would be able to answer her question.

Taralynn easily noticed that Azerail had grabbed a pillow and placed it into his lap. She knew why too. Taralynn started to feel bad for putting him in that state too. If she hadn't put on what she had then maybe he wouldn't be like this. Taralynn considered making him move the pillow so she could make him feel better. But that might be something that would scare him. But she did have an idea. "You know what else I'm good at? Relieving that darn tension that seems to creep up every now and then." Taralynn hopped off of the bed and stood in front of Azerail. Even though she had a Cardigan on, it wasn't buttoned so he was still getting more of a view than he probably needed at the moment. She felt horrible that she didn't think about doing this before she asked him to do a favor for her. Leaving him like this would be just cruel of her. Her blue eyes met with his own before her thin fingers went beneath his chin and lifted his face so he would look at her. It made it a lot easier to see how he was feeling this way. "So...how about it Az?" Taralynn hadn't spent as much time with just Azerail lately as she had with his brother. In fact, although she wasn't going to tell him, she had slept with his brother a couple of times while he was at work. But she didn't think he would take it too hard. After all, they were only friends with a casual fling on the side...right?​

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[Azerail Zhefarovich]

Azerail wondered what was he going to do about this, it was really making him feel uncomfortable. What could he tell Taralynn though? He wanted to be here for her, so it wasn't like he was not enjoying it because he was. Azerail liked looking at Taralynn, she was gorgeous but she was his roommate. Could he like her? Wouldn't it ruin what they had? Azerail began to become aware of his growing feelings for Taralynn, and he started to feel somewhat guilty. He was breaking his promise, or word, to her that he would not like her, or hit on her. Wasn't that what they agreed on when she moved in with him? Azerail then came to a realization, that he indeed liked her, and he wanted to be more than just roommates, but he couldn't break his word. However, Ozias could like her too, and if he did, then there would be problems, and unnecessary problems. The twins had agreed to lay off of the roommate, but how long? Azerail bit his lip, because of how uncomfortable he was at the moment. Azerail thought that Taralynn would be better off with his twin brother. Ozias was deep, mysterious and bold. Azerail was not. He was the genuine nice guy that could easily be overlooked. He figured that it would happen to him anyway, and it was his fate. Perhaps he was destined to be alone, just having friends, and messing around with girls that never wanted anything deeper than a sexual relationship. However Azerail was not so pessimistic either. The moment came with Taralynn cleared her throat, and asked him a question. He looked over at her and it seemed that she wanted some advice, over a roommate situation. Was it a family thing? Her brother was unsure if it is appropriate or not to like his roommate. He answered with a subtle smile, "I would tell him, that it is never inappropriate unless she has specifically asked to not have anything more than friends or roommate sort of relationship. However I would probably tell him to go to her and admit what he feels."

Azerail wondered if this advice was for him as well, if he should tell Taralynn how he feels or not, but he suddenly decided against it. She did not want him like that, and he knew it. Azerail could be happy with what type of relationship that they had now. He wasn't fussy. Azerail wondered why she didn't give her brother advice herself. Surely she knew a lot about being a roommate, though perhaps she needed advice from a woman. Azerail may have been put into the mood while Taralynn was modelling for him, but could one really blame him? He felt uncomfortable, and rather embarrassed actually. However it wasn't like she had never seen anything like that either, even from him. When she spoke once more, asking what else she was good at and then answering her own question. He raised an eyebrow before he knew exactly what she was talking about. He let out a sigh of relief, and at least she was willing to help him out. He was getting a pretty good view too at Taralynn, but she was beautiful to say the least. Azerail chuckled before he smiled, "Yeah, you are pretty skilled with that." It was the only thing he could say at the moment, not without his voice somewhat breaking. Her fingers slid beneath his chin, having him look at her, before he blushed faintly. She was asking, and he would have been a fool to refuse the offer. After all, they were just friends, with extra benefits on the side even if he was hiding what he was feeling for her. Azerail smiled before he finally answered, "Under one condition, afterward, you sleep in this bed tonight." At least they would not have to replace the sheets or anything like they had with that one night. He stretched his arms toward the blonde while she was close enough to him, to get her into the bed. Of course, opposed to his brother, the first thing that Azerail always did before being intimate was kissing. Azerail was rather gentle. Azerail always kissed Taralynn with a tenderly passion, something that seemed to lack with Ozias - possibly because Ozias didn't think much of Taralynn or liked her as much as Azerail did. Just a roommate he could do every now and then. For Azerail, Taralynn was just so much more. And it felt better because it seemed almost forbidden.​

 

[Taralynn Zhefarovich]

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<COLOR color="#000">Although Azerail had given her good advice, it wasn't advice that she could use in her own situation. She had specifically told both of the twins when she arrived here that they were to remain as roommates and nothing more than roommates. That meant no sleeping together, no feelings, no dating, no nothing. They had already sort of broke part of the agreement by sleeping together. Taralynn knew better. But that didn't meant she was in control of her feelings fully. It was hard for her to keep everything in when she was used to acting on what she was feeling and what she wanted. Her ways were very simple, Taralynn knew what she wanted, and when she wanted it. Sleeping with both of the twins wasn't what she intended that night though. Ozias becoming involved was the last thing she expected. Even if she rather enjoyed it. Azerail and Ozias were two very different people. Even if they were twins. Perhaps that was what made Taralynn enjoy them both. One was a sweeter and much gentler man, and the other one was dark, mysterious, and bold. It was like combining them together to make one man. But there was also a part of her that longed for Azerail's sweeter side a lot more than she did Ozias' darker side. It was probably the inner girl within her desiring to have someone love her and care for her like in the fairy-tale books. Many girls wanted something akin to that. Even Taralynn. Well she wanted lots of passion and sexual experiences too. But that was kept behind closed doors. Especially when her brother was around. Taralynn knew that he was eventually going to figure it out. It was going to hell once he did. He was so damn protective at times. It was insane. He would make a good dad one day though. "Thank you. You're such a good friend Azerail. I don't know what I'd do without you." Taralynn mentally wanted to hit herself. She pretty much just placed him in the friend zone without intending to. It just came out that way. But Taralynn didn't mean for it to come out like that at all. She was just thankful for his advice. Whether or not it would help her with her problems. Taralynn wanted things to get easier than they were now.

Taralynn was waiting to see if Azerail really wanted her company tonight or not. He looked as if he did. But he could feel different emotionally. Taralynn wanted him too. They became closer when they succumbed to their feelings. Taralynn liked the closeness. Her fingers never left Azerail's smooth skin, not even when he admitted that she was pretty talented as ceasing his frustration. All she needed was an answer. If he didn't, she wouldn't care so much either. It was his choice. Taralynn smirked for a brief moment when he agreed but only under one condition. She thought it would be something silly, or simple. But what he did request made her smile fade. Sleep in his bed tonight? That was the last thing she expected him to ask of her. That was like taking their relationships to the next level. They were supposed to be friends. But did friends share the same bed? Well if they were having a sleepover they might. Taralynn felt Azerail pull her to him so that she was on the bed with him. Taralynn smiled against Azerail's skin. "Alright. Deal. I'll sleep in this bed with you tonight." Taralynn muttered as her face hovered over his. Hopefully he intended on sleeping in the bed with her. Otherwise Taralynn would would be lonely and feel like an idiot for agreeing to spend the night with him. Taralynn pulled her lips close to his and kissed him softly. "How about this....tomorrow morning...I'll even cook us both breakfast." Taralynn kissed him again. This time it was more passionately but still with a hint of softness. The cardigan she had one was starting to get uncomfortable to Taralynn discarded it. Now she was left in only what she had been modeling in before. It was a good thing that Ozias was out. Taralynn didn't really spend as much time alone with Azerail as she wanted to. He needed it.​

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[Azerail Zhefarovich]

Into the next morning after an eventful night, the young Healer did not have work in the morning, which was pure bliss. However, Azerail was somewhat affected when Taralynn somewhat friend zoned him, the worst zone a guy that had an unrequited crush on a girl that apparently did not even think about having feelings like that. He supposed that he could not really change it though. He was getting intercourse whenever he really wanted, but there was still that emptiness within. The longing for the one that would eventually like him for something much greater. Azerail should probably give up on that soon enough. Perhaps the crush would fade, or he would make it fade before he would end up hurt, again. Ozias seemed to have that mastered, but as soon as Azerail opened up, he got too attached, and he felt for the person he opened up for. Azerail would wait until after he would descend into the place where he would go into his full self, so that his inner battle would finally end. The inner battle was wearing him then, and it was getting so very annoying. Azerail just wanted his pain in his mind to go away, because he felt like he was hearing two voices, and he could never tell if one was right and if one was wrong. It was not fair to him. Azerail's thoughts were running wild, but it took longer than he felt was necessary to open his eyes, and he could see the mass of blonde hair. She had actually slept in the same bed with him, and that in itself was heart warming. However a thought entered his mind, to not think too much of it. Mainly because of what was said the previous night. Then she might fix breakfast this morning, but Azerail did not feel the need to eat right now. Another thought came to his mind as well. She had asked for advice over a roommate something, even if it was for her brother, he thought that is was suspicious. Perhaps it was more than what it seemed? Then again, what she said was after his advice, so maybe she was just denying it. Azerail's head was starting to hurt, because of how much thinking he had been doing. He needed to be forward, but he just couldn't. He was too shy, and too afraid.

The healer reached with his arm to hold her before he froze. He can't. They were just roommates, but his heart was urging to make the move, she would adore it, but his brain was thinking not so much. He let out a sigh, seeing that he had managed to look like an idiot with his arm hovering. Azerail turned his body to where he was laying on his back, and he sat up. The green covers fell from his bare chest, and to his waist. He rubbed his face with his hands, and it woke him up a little more. His silvery eyes looked upon the form of Taralynn, and thanked himself for having a large bed. She was sprawled out, and looked like she was barely even alive. Another thing he had noticed was the fact that he was naked, but after a while of doing this with her, he was comfortable with himself to be around her when he was in the nude. He just preferred for his lower half to be covered. Azerail looked over at Taralynn once more, his silvery eyes were reflecting adoration, admiration, perhaps even more than that. He was feeling so much for her, with going to parties and appearing like they were a couple. He had been approached by several people in the place where he worked asking about her and how long they had been together. Azerail murmured to himself, not knowing if she was awake or not to hear, "I like her so much, but damn fear getting in the way." Azerail looked down at the covers, before he reached over to his table, and he got his book once more. He might as well read some before Taralynn woke up. He didn't know what they could do today, but he cared a lot about her. He'd do anything she would want to do. It was one of those times when he was thankful Ozias was not here.​

 

[Taralynn Zhefarovich]

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<COLOR color="#000">Taralynn awoke just in time to hear Azerail mutter something. Something about fear getting in the way. Fear was getting in the way of what? The blonde could not help but be curious about his words. Was he scared of something? Could it be helped? Taralynn yawned and found herself able to speak. Her voice was soft and tired. "Fear getting in the way of what?" Taralynn asked Azerail softly as her thin body rose from the mattress and she sat up. Her body was tired but it was a good tired. This was the first time she and Azerail had spent the night alone without Ozias being around to bother them. She enjoyed it. Both brothers had different sides to them. Azerail was much more gentle and caring. While Ozias rough and commanding. Taralynn glanced down and realized that she was being indecent. This was unacceptable, even if it was only Azerail. Taralynn smiled to herself softly and leaned over to grab the button-up shirt she had been posing in last night. Taralynn put it on and slowly re-did the top few bottoms before she released a sigh and fell back onto the mattress. Her face turn to look at Azerail whom had been reading. She wondered what he was talking about. Even if it was none of her business, she was curious to know. In fact it made her wonder if she could help him. Was he scared to do something? Taralynn never suspected Azerail to be afraid of something but she guess everyone had a fear of something. Even people like Azerail, Ozias, and her brother. As invincible as they seemed to her at times. "Well, you don't have to tell me if you'd rather keep it private. Just curious as to why you were talking to yourself." Maybe he was talking to her but she wasn't able to hear him. He might have thought she was awake when she really wasn't. But Taralynn just couldn't fight off her curiosity. He was a mystery to her even though they hung out pretty often. But she had spent more time with Ozias in recent weeks. It was about time that she got to know a little bit more about Azerail. Taralynn wondered what book he was reading. Was it the same one he was reading last night when she came to visit him? Taralynn realized she might be bothering Azerail and bit her lip. He might want peace and quiet and just didn't want to kick her out because of how nice he was. No matter how comfortable his bed was, Tara refused to be anywhere she wasn't wanted. Or where she might wind up bothering someone.

"I'm not bothering you or anything am I? Because I can go." Taralynn asked softly. She was already scanning the room for her clothes that she had been modeling and everything else. Just so she could grab them and go if she needed to. She hoped he didn't mind her staying. See the one thing that did bother her about Ozias and being intimate, was that he didn't like to cuddle very much. In fact it seemed that he could barely touch someone unless he was showered and everything. Taralynn wanted to cuddle. Especially because sometimes she felt horrible. For hiding things from her brother. Or for being with someone she wasn't married to. There was a lot going on in her mind. Sometimes Taralynn didn't even want to be a model. She wasn't always confident with her body. Or with who she was. But Taralynn didn't like for people to know that. Azerail didn't seem like he minded, unless he wanted to read in peace. If that was the case Taralynn would be more than willing to oblige. "Before you say anything though, I just wanna say thanks for letting me model for you. Sometimes it's really hard for me to have confidence when I model things like that." Taralynn leaned over and gave him a sweet kiss on the cheek, the sweetest thank you she could muster besides making him breakfast. It was sweet of him to help her out. He would probably never understand how hard it was to have her feel good about herself. Especially when she worked in an industry that constantly worked to make her feel bad about her body. Having Azerail behave like he did made her feel better about the way she looked. Even if it was a little bit cruel to him.​

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[Azerail Zhefarovich]

Azerail almost jumped in surprise when he heard Taralynn's voice, and realized that what he had just said, she had heard. Or rather heard part of what he had said. He wanted to desperately tell her, but he couldn't. Something was blocking her, so he could not help it. He looked over at her, and set the book down on his lap. "Um, nothing really." If she did not hear what it was, then he was safe, even for now. Azerail was just glad that his brother was not around at all, because he would not get this time alone with Taralynn if he was. Ozias seemed to love to interrupt them or something. It was kind of annoying, but with Ozias off doing whatever, Azerail was free to do what he pleased with the roommate, which would sound bad, but it actually wasn't. He looked over when he saw that she was sitting up, and not very decent. Even though he had seen her body before, he still looked away with respect to her. She put on the shirt that she had wore last night, but she didn't button it all of the way. Azerail just did not want her to know that he was talking about liking her, and how it was getting to be complicated. There was just so much he could do, and he didn't want to make things even more complicated with her knowing. Especially if she did not feel the same way. Azerail knew that it was not going to be the best when it came down to telling her. He just wanted to keep it private. He smiled a little more, but he looked down at the book once more, and he hoped that she would not mind it. "I'm sorry if talking to myself is a little weird. I'll just keep it for myself, for now anyway." Azerail hoped that she might not be bothered too much anyway. Azerail wanted to make her rather comfortable with him. He had his secrets, but there was a good reason why he had the secrets. It was all for her safety and they were going to be complicated if he did speak of them.

When she said that if she was bothering him, she could go, Azerail chuckled before he set his book to the side. He shook his head and he smiled gently at her, "No you aren't bothering me at all. I would like it more if you stayed." Azerail was one of those that liked to be affectionate afterward. Ozias did not, he was somewhat weird. Azerail moved a little in the bed, and he wrapped his arm around Taralynn, cuddling next to her even if it was somewhat weird for them to cuddle while they were not even a couple. Azerail was the cuddling brother, and he could not help it. He was tired right now anyway, and a good type of tired, something that Taralynn had done to him. Azerail was happy for it though, and he could not have asked for someone better. Azerail was also relieved that he had dumped his previous girlfriend or else he might not have found Taralynn and experienced her more than anyone else. He adored it too, and they all lost their virginity to each other. Azerail wondered if there was anything on her mind right now. He looked over at the blonde before he felt like kissing the top of her head. Azerail did not really feel like reading right now, and he wanted to be here with her. What more can he ask for? It was just something the young man wanted to do. He listened to what she had to say about thanking him for letting her model for him. He looked over her once before he said, "Wait, you have one amazing body. I don't say things like that often, but you need to have more confidence in yourself. You are amazing, beautiful and talented. Never forget that about yourself, okay?" He gave her a little squeeze while cuddling, before he looked down at her. He wanted to kiss her and perhaps do a little more, but he didn't act on it. It was really bothering that he liked her so much, and he could not do a damn thing about it. He would have to wait until the time was right.​

 

[Taralynn Zhefarovich]

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<COLOR color="#000">Taralynn sighed and cuddled against Azerail. She was really happy that she at least had him here. It would be so lonely in the house if it wasn't for him. It was a large and almost creepy house at times. "You're such a good friend." Taralynn told Azerail as a small smile graced her pale lips. What she didn't realize was that he had been talking about her. The idea didn't even grace her mind. As blunt as she was, she had a difficult time figuring out when someone was interested in her or not. She was a model. She had guys acting oddly around her all of the time! But Taralynn never thought that someone like Azerail would be interested in her. Especially when he could have any girl he wanted. He deserved someone who would be good housewife material possibly. One whom would take good care of him when he came home from work. Not someone who struggled with her job and her self confidence every single day. "Good. Because you look like you'd make a very comfortable pillow." Taralynn stated as she leaned into Azerail and yawned. That meant she could go back to sleep. It was really warm and comfortable for her right now. So she was happy. Sooner or later though, she would need to figure out what it was that Azerail was really going on about. It seemed like it was troubling him a lot.

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