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brave-at-heart-xo · 09-13-2011, 12:59 AM

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Originally Posted by Slitherclaw

And then she tilted my head back up.

Now, I know that doesn't sound incredibly romantic in any way, but I gotta say, it was a nice tilt. I'm not sure how to put that, actually. Nice tilting? The tilt was pleasant? Or maybe I just enjoyed the skin to skin contact.

Even if it was something small, like a head tilt, it sure did burn my cheeks red as a cherry on a summers day....Which would be kinda brown so cross that out. Like...like...like...the blush on her cheeks as well?

I don't know why, but that made me smile. More, that is, than I already was. I proceeded to try to create metaphors for her blush...but...inevitably failed. Your blush is like...uh... Yeah. That' right. I didn't even think of one eensy weensy metaphor. Not one.

Well there goes Sylvester the happy poet.

Speaking of that, was I gonna tell her my name?.....Nah. Sylvester was a good name for me. Eh? Well. Maybe I'd tell her. If she asked. Nicely. With those eyes. Like the churning bucket of chocolate cream at Hershey's Park in the states. The same creamy texture of chocolate...but always changing. Always moving. Always becoming.

What was it becoming? I don't know, exactly. Something better than it was before.

"Really?" I quivered with excitement. "Awesome." I barely refrained from prancing around on my tippie toesies shouting Cinderella in the air. I'm sure she wouldn't have quite enjoyed the experience.

"I'm...better." It was the truth. I was better. Now.

I grinned.

Her cheeks were burning scarlet. But when he looked up at her, she realized his were, too. This made things a little better; at least she wasn't the only one. There weren't even words to describe what this was between them, and she had a word for everything, she swore by words. There wasn't a word out there that she didn't know.

He just kept looking at her, with those eyes, blushing like crazy. That's when it hit her again; was he ever going to tell her his real name? She thought about asking, but a part of her liked thinking of him as Sylvester. That is, until they figure out where this is going, then she'd want a real name. She blinked her eyes at him, sparkling slightly in the sun, thinking of just asking him now.

"Yes, really." She grinned, "I like being Cinderella to you." The urge to wrapped her arms around him washed over her again, and she struggled to push it away.

"That's good!" Still bouncing on her toes. This was embarrassing; was she twelve? "Let's sit."

She tossed her bag behind her, leaving a space next to her for him to sit down. She looked up at him, grinning.

09-13-2011, 12:59 AM	#132 (permalink)
brave-at-heart-xo Jarvey Join Date: May 2010 Location: Pennsylvania Posts: 619 Hogwarts RPG Name: Adelyn Grace Bennett-Black Fifth Year	Quote: Originally Posted by Slitherclaw And then she tilted my head back up. Now, I know that doesn't sound incredibly romantic in any way, but I gotta say, it was a nice tilt. I'm not sure how to put that, actually. Nice tilting? The tilt was pleasant? Or maybe I just enjoyed the skin to skin contact. Even if it was something small, like a head tilt, it sure did burn my cheeks red as a cherry on a summers day....Which would be kinda brown so cross that out. Like...like...like...the blush on her cheeks as well? I don't know why, but that made me smile. More, that is, than I already was. I proceeded to try to create metaphors for her blush...but...inevitably failed. Your blush is like...uh... Yeah. That' right. I didn't even think of one eensy weensy metaphor. Not one. Well there goes Sylvester the happy poet. Speaking of that, was I gonna tell her my name?.....Nah. Sylvester was a good name for me. Eh? Well. Maybe I'd tell her. If she asked. Nicely. With those eyes. Like the churning bucket of chocolate cream at Hershey's Park in the states. The same creamy texture of chocolate...but always changing. Always moving. Always becoming. What was it becoming? I don't know, exactly. Something better than it was before. "Really?" I quivered with excitement. "Awesome." I barely refrained from prancing around on my tippie toesies shouting Cinderella in the air. I'm sure she wouldn't have quite enjoyed the experience. "I'm...better." It was the truth. I was better. Now. I grinned. Her cheeks were burning scarlet. But when he looked up at her, she realized his were, too. This made things a little better; at least she wasn't the only one. There weren't even words to describe what this was between them, and she had a word for everything, she swore by words. There wasn't a word out there that she didn't know. He just kept looking at her, with those eyes, blushing like crazy. That's when it hit her again; was he ever going to tell her his real name? She thought about asking, but a part of her liked thinking of him as Sylvester. That is, until they figure out where this is going, then she'd want a real name. She blinked her eyes at him, sparkling slightly in the sun, thinking of just asking him now. "Yes, really." She grinned, "I like being Cinderella to you." The urge to wrapped her arms around him washed over her again, and she struggled to push it away. "That's good!" Still bouncing on her toes. This was embarrassing; was she twelve? "Let's sit." She tossed her bag behind her, leaving a space next to her for him to sit down. She looked up at him, grinning.