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Sararara · 01-24-2015, 07:36 AM

SPOILER!!: WE'VE MISSED HER SO MUCH OK *mellow*

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Originally Posted by ArianaBlack

For the record, she had not been ignoring him. She was just um, too busy with all this election stuff going on. And clearly, being a direct advisor to the Minister of Magic himself meant that she would be busy around election time. Election time for a new minister that she would be working very closely with. It wasn't like she was purposefully keeping herself always occupied, walking out of the room every time he entered, arriving at work before she knew he would gt there. Merlin no, that'd be ridiculous. She was just busy. Too busy for Ezra Bellamy.

And though she would continuously try t use that as her excuse, it was clearly just that. For Merlin's sake, she couldn't even go on a proper date without constantly imagining his beautiful face. Ezra would never take her to a pizza parlor for a date. And if he did, there would be a warning so that she didn't show up in six inch heels and a gucci handbag. And she was doing it again. That thing where her mind decided to go off and think about him without her permission. It was all his fault.

And you know what the worst part was? She couldn't bring herself to use her Chanel #117 Magnolia lipstick since that day. And it was her favorite. Stupid, beautiful Ezra Bellamy. What was he doing to her!? And this. THIS was precisely why she had been avoiding him. She couldn't allow herself to get this way. To think these things. To FEEL these things. It had gotten worse than she had thought. And the time away from him was only making it worse.

And you know what? The only way to end this stupid feeling at the pit of her stomach once and for all would be to march right up to him and face the feelings. And that's what she was going to do. Not that she decided this on a whim, oh Merlin no. Tiffany was a planner. She had been planning this interaction for the past week. Only today, today she'd carry through with it. Firstly because the stomach thing was getting UNBEARABLE and secondly because she couldn't waste another outfit. Not that she regretted wearing beautiful things all week, but what was the point if Ezra didn't see? Or well, he probably did see... But she made an effort not to look for his reactions.

Pushing herself away from her own cubicle, Tiffany Price stood straight up, brushing her hair behind her shoulder. BREATHE. One last lingering second and then she was marching off over to Ezra Bellamy's cubicle. And oh Merlin, the sight of him did even more for that feeling in her stomach than just the thought of him did. It was worse than she had ever imagined. "Bellamy," she wasn't smiling-- trying to hide emotions actually-- though she did prop her body up right next to the wall of his cubicle as she ran a single hand through her hair. And despite the fact that her insides felt as though they were being scrunched up with a fist, she spoke slowly and smoothly. Nope. She was totally contained and not bouncing around. Thank Merlin for self control. And thank Merlin that she had it.

But most of all, thank Merlin for beautiful men like Ezra Bellamy.

Ezra paused with his quill in the air as he heard the click clack of high heels coming from behind him. High heels. But they couldn't belong to--no, of course they couldn't--she hadn't spoken to him for ages. Not since that day anyway. THAT day. Merlin, just when he'd made a little progress in the direction of moving on from whatever she had caused for him. It was all her fault, really. The restlessness, the inability to concentrate, it was all because of her. And her damned perfume. And lipstick. And hair and laugh and smile and WHAT WAS HE DOING? Quill. Right. Writing was what he was doing.

The media liaison had just put his quill back to the parchment when O_______O Her. Her voice, he'd recognize it anywhere, they way it pierced him straight through the chest and constricted his lungs as if she had reached in and wrapped a perfectly manicured hand around his insides. Ezra gave himself a moment ~~or five~~ to close his eyes and take a breath, exhaling slowly through his nose as he ran a hand over his hair. It was just her. That's all it was. She had left with no explanation save for a kiss on the cheek, she had ignored him. So what. There was no reason to lose face. Not that he was GOING to or anything, because a Bellamy never did such a thing, especially in front of the likes of her.

He turned slowly to face the doorway of his cubicle with a determinedly nonchalant expression plastered on his face, still holding a quill in one hand. A sudden stab of his heart when his blue eyes met hers made him want to jump out of his skin. But he didn't. He stayed put, holding the quill a little further away from him to prevent ink from dripping on his jacket and staring straight at her. This was the part where he said her name. This was the part where he let his lips take the shape of that merlin forsaken name that he had repeated over and over to himself when nobody was there to hear it, much less her. "Ms. Price." One corner of Ezra's mouth twitched upwards but he forced it back down again.

What on earth could she want, anyway? She had already made it quite clear he didn't have anything she wanted, right? He had replayed that evening in his mind over and over and that was the only conclusion he had come to, which also meant she must be downright mad. What more could she want? Ahem. Unless she was just here to enjoy the view, which was a perfectly acceptable pastime, but that didn't mean he would just let her.

01-24-2015, 07:36 AM	#37 (permalink)
Sararara MO Puffskein Join Date: Jan 2014 Location: Asteroid B-612 Posts: 1,440 Hogwarts RPG Name: Norah Kittredge Seventh Year	Lil' gooz \| Sarangel \| Junior Dweeb SPOILER!!: WE'VE MISSED HER SO MUCH OK mellow Quote: Originally Posted by ArianaBlack For the record, she had not been ignoring him. She was just um, too busy with all this election stuff going on. And clearly, being a direct advisor to the Minister of Magic himself meant that she would be busy around election time. Election time for a new minister that she would be working very closely with. It wasn't like she was purposefully keeping herself always occupied, walking out of the room every time he entered, arriving at work before she knew he would gt there. Merlin no, that'd be ridiculous. She was just busy. Too busy for Ezra Bellamy. And though she would continuously try t use that as her excuse, it was clearly just that. For Merlin's sake, she couldn't even go on a proper date without constantly imagining his beautiful face. Ezra would never take her to a pizza parlor for a date. And if he did, there would be a warning so that she didn't show up in six inch heels and a gucci handbag. And she was doing it again. That thing where her mind decided to go off and think about him without her permission. It was all his fault. And you know what the worst part was? She couldn't bring herself to use her Chanel #117 Magnolia lipstick since that day. And it was her favorite. Stupid, beautiful Ezra Bellamy. What was he doing to her!? And this. THIS was precisely why she had been avoiding him. She couldn't allow herself to get this way. To think these things. To FEEL these things. It had gotten worse than she had thought. And the time away from him was only making it worse. And you know what? The only way to end this stupid feeling at the pit of her stomach once and for all would be to march right up to him and face the feelings. And that's what she was going to do. Not that she decided this on a whim, oh Merlin no. Tiffany was a planner. She had been planning this interaction for the past week. Only today, today she'd carry through with it. Firstly because the stomach thing was getting UNBEARABLE and secondly because she couldn't waste another outfit. Not that she regretted wearing beautiful things all week, but what was the point if Ezra didn't see? Or well, he probably did see... But she made an effort not to look for his reactions. Pushing herself away from her own cubicle, Tiffany Price stood straight up, brushing her hair behind her shoulder. BREATHE. One last lingering second and then she was marching off over to Ezra Bellamy's cubicle. And oh Merlin, the sight of him did even more for that feeling in her stomach than just the thought of him did. It was worse than she had ever imagined. "Bellamy," she wasn't smiling-- trying to hide emotions actually-- though she did prop her body up right next to the wall of his cubicle as she ran a single hand through her hair. And despite the fact that her insides felt as though they were being scrunched up with a fist, she spoke slowly and smoothly. Nope. She was totally contained and not bouncing around. Thank Merlin for self control. And thank Merlin that she had it. But most of all, thank Merlin for beautiful men like Ezra Bellamy. Ezra paused with his quill in the air as he heard the click clack of high heels coming from behind him. High heels. But they couldn't belong to--no, of course they couldn't--she hadn't spoken to him for ages. Not since that day anyway. THAT day. Merlin, just when he'd made a little progress in the direction of moving on from whatever she had caused for him. It was all her fault, really. The restlessness, the inability to concentrate, it was all because of her. And her damned perfume. And lipstick. And hair and laugh and smile and WHAT WAS HE DOING? Quill. Right. Writing was what he was doing. The media liaison had just put his quill back to the parchment when O_______O Her. Her voice, he'd recognize it anywhere, they way it pierced him straight through the chest and constricted his lungs as if she had reached in and wrapped a perfectly manicured hand around his insides. Ezra gave himself a moment ~~or five~~ to close his eyes and take a breath, exhaling slowly through his nose as he ran a hand over his hair. It was just her. That's all it was. She had left with no explanation save for a kiss on the cheek, she had ignored him. So what. There was no reason to lose face. Not that he was GOING to or anything, because a Bellamy never did such a thing, especially in front of the likes of her. He turned slowly to face the doorway of his cubicle with a determinedly nonchalant expression plastered on his face, still holding a quill in one hand. A sudden stab of his heart when his blue eyes met hers made him want to jump out of his skin. But he didn't. He stayed put, holding the quill a little further away from him to prevent ink from dripping on his jacket and staring straight at her. This was the part where he said her name. This was the part where he let his lips take the shape of that merlin forsaken name that he had repeated over and over to himself when nobody was there to hear it, much less her. "Ms. Price." One corner of Ezra's mouth twitched upwards but he forced it back down again. What on earth could she want, anyway? She had already made it quite clear he didn't have anything she wanted, right? He had replayed that evening in his mind over and over and that was the only conclusion he had come to, which also meant she must be downright mad. What more could she want? Ahem. Unless she was just here to enjoy the view, which was a perfectly acceptable pastime, but that didn't mean he would just let her. __________________ Last edited by Sararara; 01-26-2015 at 03:35 AM. Reason: Photobucket is mean