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Magical Soul · 09-16-2012, 02:57 AM

Text Cut: Vickers *clings*

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Originally Posted by Steelsheen

The second those words left his lips he just knew that didn’t come out right. "I-I mean uh…. it was a fun party-- lots of laughs and stuff..." and stuff being a whole lot of other kinds of reactions not normally seen in the hollowed halls of Hogwarts. But he caught that flush of color on her cheeks and the coy smile that finally formed on her lips-- much better than the upset quivering pout she had earlier. A sly smirk tugged at his own lips, yes he may have said the PARTY, but the twinkle in his eyes as he gazed back at her conveyed there were other things that made it memorable for him too... things that didnt need to be spoken out loud.

Not that he was expecting to get so lucky again, even if her birthday, as she said, happens year after year....

Then again the way their hands were entwined, the way she clasped it tighter-- the way he reacted exactly the same way at the same moment-- had him thinking that maybe that sliver of hope he's been secretly nurturing all summer, wasnt a fool's hope after all....

But listen... LISTEN to what she is saying young man. Louisa was stuttering again-- and it wasnt a vexed stutter like what she was doing earlier. Her hand slipped off his fingers and he jerked his hand up as if to catch it-- he didnt want to let her go. It forced him to REALLY focus on what she was trying to say. He'd nod or shake his head slightly as she went on, his features perplexed, struggling to follow her words-- that she clung onto... what they had? That special moment they had together no matter how brief it was?

... that perhaps it was nothing more than a random fling?

A fling. Naturally he has heard of the word but he doesnt fully understand what it means. How can he when he has nothing to compare against? All these emotions he feels for this girl-- it was all new to him. The kind of silliness that he rolls his eyes with on other people-- he was in the thick of it right now. Was this overwhelmingly wonderful feeling something so commonplace-- or as she says now-- hormonal?

Of course his logical know-it-all inner voice starts kicking in about the technicalities of biological chemistry and emotions butthatsnotwhathesreferringto!

His gaze shifted lower until they rested on the blade of grass squished against his shoes. The swing was completely still now, although really it could've been swinging off its hinges and it wouldnt have mattered given how stunned he feels at the moment.

After a while he found his voice "Louisa... I will be completely honest with you. I don't know what a fling is. If its as shallow as it sounds then I will say what I feel for you right now.... its nothing shallow...or something I can just shrug off and enter in my journal as an interesting experience worth noting..." Although yes Louisa does have entries there... several pages in fact. Slowly he shifts his eyes towards her face, gazing directly into those grey-blues, the entire garden seemingly melting away until it was just them "I really like you Louisa, ever since we made this swing, but I've always kept my emotions in check because thats what I've gotten used to. It how I was raised. And yes I was under the impression that you were interested in other guys far better than I was and was more worth your time." He glances away as his memories immediately drifts to Paulie and Adam-- one extremely loud, the other a quieter reserve-- but both had the kind of confidence and a way they carried themselves that something Vickers admired. Maybe thats why he liked them as friends too-- they were a natural spring of something he had to constantly fill in himself. "So... just being able to hang around you-- being your friend-- I was happy with that, because it allows me to spend some time with you." He takes what he could get you know?

He pauses and he inches his hand towards hers again, bit by bit, first her pinky then her ring finger "What happened in your home over the summer-- yes I understand under what conditions they were-- but you know..... I had no regrets." Those piercing blues now looks into her grey-blues, to show to her that he speaks no lies. "You may hate me for saying this..... but looking back I was kinda thankful it happened that way... because without having felt so free.... I dont think we would have happened at all." He fingers now rests lightly within hers "My doubts and my fears wouldve paralyzed me to keeping things as they were-- to what was safe and comfortable for me-- and like everything else in my life that I would've wanted to pursue-- I had let it slip by."

Pause...

"I wouldnt want to let you slip by Louisa."

This wasn't the first time Louisa had to go through a conversation of feelings between a boy and herself. Well, she'd done it only once before and the result was... not so good. However, she was always the confident and less nervous one - she never bit her nails, like she did today, never felt her heart clawing out of her chest, like it was doing right when Vickers started talking, nor did she feel the urge to cry, like she was about to do when he said he just wanted to spend time with her even as friends. All this was completely new to her that she had to forget all about the mental notes she had of boys and just start over again.

'I don't know what a fling is.'

Louisa stopped biting her fingernails and had to keep her mouth slightly open to help with her accelerating breathing, because those words meant something serious was going on since Vickers didn't know what a fling is. She didn't know how to respond to that, how to match his genuineness. The only thing that made her worried face ease up was the mention of journals, because she got journals of her own too! With pages and pages of Vickers' eyes, Vickers' logic, Vickers'...yeah, pretty much the last three months' entries were about this guy. This unplanned similarity made her worry fade away.

'..yes I was under the impression that you were interested in other guys far better than I was and was more worth your time...'

And she was crying. It was this simple. She lowered her head, and pressed two of her fingers into her eyes pressing hard as a sniffle made its way out from the girl's mouth. Shaking her head at what he was saying, refusing to believe what it implied, Louisa dropped her hands from her face and sternly looked at him. Her eyes might be more red than greyish blue at that moment but they didn't express vulnerability but the impossibility of what he was saying. "N-no." He wasn't finished though, and so she waited for him.

Her hand stayed still as he slowly, maybe even gingerly, moved his own closer to it. She felt their fingers lacing together again with the words warming her heart, that felt highly sweet. Her tears looked endless on her cheeks, it wasn't like the ugly sobs from earlier, no. That was passive energy, while this - Merlin, Louisa didn't even know what this was! She knew she had enough experience with liars and cheaters to know and feel the honesty in his words, and she knew that her tears were never shed happily because of just words!

I wouldnt want to let you slip by Louisa.

And Louisa knew for sure that during her year-and-a-half relationship with Joao, the Brazilian boy was unable to make her feel like a queen with a sentence of ten words. Something maybe she didn't deserve but Vickers provided wholeheartedly. She smiled at that last sentence, goosebumps all over her skin, and wiped her face with a slightly shaking hand. "This is the most... genuinely touching speech I've ever heard in my life." She chuckled!sobbed before sniffing and trying to form a proper sentence.

"I did like someone." She started, knowing the story might not appeal to him, but she figured being as honest to him as he'd been to her was only fair. "But I never cuddled a pillow in my sleep wishing it was them." Her smile was starting to return once again. "I never experienced this feeling that I do with you. I am relaxed and.... happy by the mere existence of another person." She wasn't talking about usual happiness, but this stomach-dropping moments where she waited for a second of eye contact or shoulder brushing. Joao might have become a better man, but it wasn't until he acted by his cold upbringing manners with her three years ago.

Shifting nervously she went on, "I don't know how to say that. But I've always seen you as a friend because you're..." WELP. Where should she begin with? Instead she takes another route,"I'm not what you made me sound like. You missed a few things." SNIFF. "I know myself, Vick. I'm not an easy person, right? I'm even selfish sometimes... I can be way too spoiled. I'm.." She squeezed his fingers and slid closer on the swing so that her knees bumped into his leg gently. "I want you to take more time to get to know me. We can... go out. Talk. Just sit by the lake. Anything."

Because... "I don't want to let you slip by." Sniff. "And I don't want to just hang around you." BLUSH!SNIFF.

09-16-2012, 02:57 AM	#20 (permalink)
Magical Soul Kappa Join Date: Jun 2010 Location: GMT +3 Posts: 14,517 x6	Dalliesa \| Ab-Bot \| Hogwarts Trojan War \| Text Cut: Vickers clings Quote: Originally Posted by Steelsheen The second those words left his lips he just knew that didn’t come out right. *"I-I mean uh…. it was a fun party-- lots of laughs and stuff..."* and stuff being a whole lot of other kinds of reactions not normally seen in the hollowed halls of Hogwarts. But he caught that flush of color on her cheeks and the coy smile that finally formed on her lips-- much better than the upset quivering pout she had earlier. A sly smirk tugged at his own lips, yes he may have said the PARTY, but the twinkle in his eyes as he gazed back at her conveyed there were other things that made it memorable for him too... things that didnt need to be spoken out loud. Not that he was expecting to get so lucky again, even if her birthday, as she said, happens year after year.... Then again the way their hands were entwined, the way she clasped it tighter-- the way he reacted exactly the same way at the same moment-- had him thinking that maybe that sliver of hope he's been secretly nurturing all summer, wasnt a fool's hope after all.... But listen... LISTEN to what she is saying young man. Louisa was stuttering again-- and it wasnt a vexed stutter like what she was doing earlier. Her hand slipped off his fingers and he jerked his hand up as if to catch it-- he didnt want to let her go. It forced him to REALLY focus on what she was trying to say. He'd nod or shake his head slightly as she went on, his features perplexed, struggling to follow her words-- that she clung onto... what they had? That special moment they had together no matter how brief it was? ... that perhaps it was nothing more than a random fling? A fling. Naturally he has heard of the word but he doesnt fully understand what it means. How can he when he has nothing to compare against? All these emotions he feels for this girl-- it was all new to him. The kind of silliness that he rolls his eyes with on other people-- he was in the thick of it right now. Was this overwhelmingly wonderful feeling something so commonplace-- or as she says now-- hormonal? Of course his logical know-it-all inner voice starts kicking in about the technicalities of biological chemistry and emotions butthatsnotwhathesreferringto! His gaze shifted lower until they rested on the blade of grass squished against his shoes. The swing was completely still now, although really it could've been swinging off its hinges and it wouldnt have mattered given how stunned he feels at the moment. After a while he found his voice "Louisa... I will be completely honest with you. I don't know what a fling is. If its as shallow as it sounds then I will say what I feel for you right now.... its nothing shallow...or something I can just shrug off and enter in my journal as an interesting experience worth noting..." Although yes Louisa does have entries there... several pages in fact. Slowly he shifts his eyes towards her face, gazing directly into those grey-blues, the entire garden seemingly melting away until it was just them "I really like you Louisa, ever since we made this swing, but I've always kept my emotions in check because thats what I've gotten used to. It how I was raised. And yes I was under the impression that you were interested in other guys far better than I was and was more worth your time." He glances away as his memories immediately drifts to Paulie and Adam-- one extremely loud, the other a quieter reserve-- but both had the kind of confidence and a way they carried themselves that something Vickers admired. Maybe thats why he liked them as friends too-- they were a natural spring of something he had to constantly fill in himself. "So... just being able to hang around you-- being your friend-- I was happy with that, because it allows me to spend some time with you." He takes what he could get you know? He pauses and he inches his hand towards hers again, bit by bit, first her pinky then her ring finger "What happened in your home over the summer-- yes I understand under what conditions they were-- but you know..... I had no regrets." Those piercing blues now looks into her grey-blues, to show to her that he speaks no lies. "You may hate me for saying this..... but looking back I was kinda thankful it happened that way... because without having felt so free.... I dont think we would have happened at all." He fingers now rests lightly within hers "My doubts and my fears wouldve paralyzed me to keeping things as they were-- to what was safe and comfortable for me-- and like everything else in my life that I would've wanted to pursue-- I had let it slip by." Pause... "I wouldnt want to let you slip by Louisa." This wasn't the first time Louisa had to go through a conversation of feelings between a boy and herself. Well, she'd done it only once before and the result was... not so good. However, she was always the confident and less nervous one - she never bit her nails, like she did today, never felt her heart clawing out of her chest, like it was doing right when Vickers started talking, nor did she feel the urge to cry, like she was about to do when he said he just wanted to spend time with her even as friends. All this was completely new to her that she had to forget all about the mental notes she had of boys and just start over again. 'I don't know what a fling is.' Louisa stopped biting her fingernails and had to keep her mouth slightly open to help with her accelerating breathing, because those words meant something serious was going on since Vickers didn't know what a fling is. She didn't know how to respond to that, how to match his genuineness. The only thing that made her worried face ease up was the mention of journals, because she got journals of her own too! With pages and pages of Vickers' eyes, Vickers' logic, Vickers'...yeah, pretty much the last three months' entries were about this guy. This unplanned similarity made her worry fade away. '..yes I was under the impression that you were interested in other guys far better than I was and was more worth your time...' And she was crying. It was this simple. She lowered her head, and pressed two of her fingers into her eyes pressing hard as a sniffle made its way out from the girl's mouth. Shaking her head at what he was saying, refusing to believe what it implied, Louisa dropped her hands from her face and sternly looked at him. Her eyes might be more red than greyish blue at that moment but they didn't express vulnerability but the impossibility of what he was saying. "N-no." He wasn't finished though, and so she waited for him. Her hand stayed still as he slowly, maybe even gingerly, moved his own closer to it. She felt their fingers lacing together again with the words warming her heart, that felt highly sweet. Her tears looked endless on her cheeks, it wasn't like the ugly sobs from earlier, no. That was passive energy, while this - Merlin, Louisa didn't even know what this was! She knew she had enough experience with liars and cheaters to know and feel the honesty in his words, and she knew that her tears were never shed happily because of just words! I wouldnt want to let you slip by Louisa. And Louisa knew for sure that during her year-and-a-half relationship with Joao, the Brazilian boy was unable to make her feel like a queen with a sentence of ten words. Something maybe she didn't deserve but Vickers provided wholeheartedly. She smiled at that last sentence, goosebumps all over her skin, and wiped her face with a slightly shaking hand. "This is the most... genuinely touching speech I've ever heard in my life." She chuckled!sobbed before sniffing and trying to form a proper sentence. "I did like someone." She started, knowing the story might not appeal to him, but she figured being as honest to him as he'd been to her was only fair. "But I never cuddled a pillow in my sleep wishing it was them." Her smile was starting to return once again. "*I never experienced this feeling that I do with you. I am relaxed and.... happy* by the mere existence of another person.*" She wasn't talking about usual happiness, but this stomach-dropping moments where she waited for a second of eye contact or shoulder brushing. Joao might have become a better man, but it wasn't until he acted by his cold* upbringing manners with her three years ago. Shifting nervously she went on, "I don't know how to say that. But I've always seen you as a friend because you're..." WELP. Where should she begin with? Instead she takes another route,"I'm not what you made me sound like. You missed a few things." SNIFF. "I know myself, Vick. I'm not an easy person, right? I'm even selfish sometimes... I can be way too spoiled. I'm.." She squeezed his fingers and slid closer on the swing so that her knees bumped into his leg gently. "I want you to take more time to get to know me. We can... go out. Talk. Just sit by the lake. Anything." Because... "I don't want to let you slip by." Sniff. "And I don't want to just hang around you." BLUSH!SNIFF.