03-27-2014, 05:15 AM
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![](/i/ranks/gryffindor_group.gif) DERP Mooncalf
Join Date: Jun 2009 Location: Winterfell
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Samuel Chevalier Graduated x2
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Originally Posted by Lislchen Okay, maybe she should have phrased that a little differently. It would be quite unfortunate if Schuyler didn't like potted plants at all. "But you prefer them unpotted." She smirked at her, shaking her head slightly. Of course, Schuyler preferred them cut off or at least plucked. Not just pulled out of the pot. That would be quite messy.
Great. Now there actually WAS a flower crown on her head. She'd been crowned.
Suppressing a sigh when she leaned back again, Olly tried to catch a glimpse of the flowers on her head. These attempts were interrupted however by what Schuyler said next. THAT brough Olly's eyes back to the other girl's face, giving her surprised look. "Yeah?!" That was BEFORE the Halloween party. "That you didn't just like me as a friend how?" Like, to what extent? That she was attracted to her? Physically? Emotionally?
"When they're being given to me, yes. Really, I don't think I could live somewhere without having fresh flowers inside." She only realized this now, while they were on the subject and all. Otherwise she liked flowers in the ground. Where they should be, yes? Like the ones in this room, for instance. Not counting the fact that this was a magical room and all..
The crown didn't look half bad on Olly, by the way. Schuyler liked it on her. "Very fitting," she grinned, eyes on the so-called lion queen. For herself, she plucked another daisy without a second thought and slipped it beside her ear.
That fact got her girlfriend's attention, and Schuyler's smile broadened before she responded with a nod. She moved to lie down on her back, her hands going behind her head as she thought about the question, thought back to that day. The ceiling was like that of the Great Hall on a clear day, blue skies, but her mind's eye was seeing the two of them in that oversized sweater by the lake again. "Until that day," she started, "you'd only shown me glimpses, you know? It was the first time you really opened up to me." She blinked, her eyes a mirror of the sky that she was peering up at. There was some irony in how she was now getting caught up in thoughts in much the same way that she had once done on the very day they were discussing right now. The day that she described the room they were inside. "I admired it all.. The tough parts that you play up most times. How you could make me laugh. I liked the way you softened when you told me about your sister, and how you told me about your family when I asked, even though it hurt." Was she rambling here? She'd essentially switched into stream of consciousness without noticing. And apparently Schuyler wasn't quite stopping either.
"And I distinctly remember," the smile returned to her lips, "thinking about kissing you." Down to the exact, or near-exact, phrase that had triggered the thought.
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