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Heather Rosemary Olsen
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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie  Ryoma laughed silently when he saw her hug herself. She looked even more like a lost wandering kitten than she had when they had first met. He still found the innocent blush in her cheeks and the softness of her skin – both literally and figuratively – refreshing. He could tell that she wanted to cry right then and there on the spot.
So…why wasn’t she? Usually, women in this situation threw things, hexed him, called him a Son of a Banshee and stormed out. Yet…she wasn’t…Why?
His eyes narrowed for a moment when she spoke again, but his gave remained soft. Curious even.
“I… believe you, Kitten,” he said smugly as he bit his tongue to prevent himself from saying something further. Some snide comment that would make him look like some sort of jerk – well, more so than he already was. Still, there was the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. The fact that Mizuki was pushing him to talk and forgive his Kitten. He didn’t like it…and, right now, he didn’t want to associate himself with THAT woman.
Still, seeing Camellia standing there looking as though she were on the brink of collapsing with the slightest breeze, he tried to ignore these other thoughts.
“You don’t have to act so strong around me, you know,” he smirked closing the distance between the two of them and resting his knuckles of his right hand on her cheek. “They say that women are most beautiful when they feel they are at their weakest. The moment right before they are about to cry. There is a glimmer there. A burst of emotion that is capable of melting a man’s very soul.” That that he was that sort of man. Not at the moment yet. Alright, he DID feel a little tinge of something somewhere, but he wasn’t going to melt. “Not all tears are evil…Camellia.”
He grinned at his own slip up of using her name. He really ought not to do that. It’s like when one finds a stray kitten that you have no intention of keeping. You don’t give it a proper name because when you do, you cannot part with them. It was why he often gave out nicknames to women. Those were not proper names. They were a way of distancing himself.
He had slipped up. He what? Camellia's eyes opened wide in surprise. He believed her? She was half-expecting he wouldn't...but then again...it was the truth she just said; she should feel relieved he believed her, and she did.
You don’t have to act so strong around me, you know He noticed? She tried to relax, but she still wouldn't be calm with a heart beat like hers, driving her ears mad; as she watched Ryoma come closer towards her. Her blush turned redder when she touched her cheeks, making her want to look away from her eyes because she felt silly; but still, her eyes were glued to his.
He still captivates her with his charm. women are most beautiful when they feel they are at their weakest She felt her cheeks get hotter at the term 'beautiful' and 'weakest', definitely. A burst of emotion that is capable of melting a man’s very soul. It felt like she's the one melting, actually.
“Not all tears are evil…Camellia.”
Hearing that, Camellia's tears effortlessly flowed down from her eyes to her cheeks. He did say tears are not evil...but she can't define what these tears really are. Tears of relief, or of happiness perhaps, but they just flowed down, without her knowing any idea why.
and her lips quivered as she softly spoke in a whisper. "Do you forgive me, Ryoma?"
__________________  Heather Olsen~7th Year
Last edited by PandaGirl; 06-06-2011 at 04:14 PM.
Reason: eeeh...forgot Camellia is purple. xD
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