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ArianaBlack · 01-25-2015, 07:06 AM

SPOILER!!: Oh trust me, so are we asdf even if she's being a poo

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Originally Posted by Sararara

Ezra raised an eyebrow at her statement, focusing all his energy at getting the arch perfect instead of letting his eyes roam over her. It's been a while? Of course it had bloody been a while. She had made sure of that one, what with her completely avoiding him. Not that he had tried to chase--a Bellamy doesn't chase--but she had started it. It was all her fault. Had he mentioned that yet? Because it was. But if she was back for a game, he'd give her a game. Not because he WANTED to or anything, obviously. OBVIOUSLY."Has it really? I take it you've missed me." One corner of his mouth quirked upward again, half-smiling at her complete with appearance of a dimple. He hoped the word would strike her as hard as is struck him, that she had spent each moment between thoughts dwelling on him just as Ezra had dwelled on her. It was only fair.

Another long pause as Ezra lost the staring contest he was having with the floor and found his eyes moving up her inch by inch. He took a deep breath as their blue eyes met, painfully aware that his heart was beating so loudly that she could likely hear it from across the cubicle. How he was HOLDING UP? Merlin, did she had absolutely no IDEA what kind of effect she had on ~~him~~ PEOPLE? Did she not know how much she had PLAGUED his brain? OR how she had made him doubt himself? DOUBT. "Surely nothing compared to your own troubles as an advisor. I see you've been quite....busy." Ezra spun around in his chair to face his desk and place the quill he had been holding back on it, closing his eyes for a moment before turning back around with a perfectly orchestrated grin stretching across his face. Why was each time he looked at her like the first time he ever saw her. WHY? It made it bloody difficult to concentrate on his own face, which was a mater of utmost importance. Surely she'd understand that. "And you? You've been," his grin faltered slightly as he kept looking at Tiffany, and the way the light behind her surrounded her head like a halo. Ahem. "You've been holding up well?" She'd better be doing well. Ezra would FIND the bugger who hurt her if she wasn't. Unless it was just separation anxiety from him. That was acceptable.

Has it really? He was kidding right? This was a joke. He had to have noticed. He knew there was an absence of Tiffany Price in his life. He couldn't have just not noticed. There was no way. Even if she had managed to skirt around him the past few months... She did so graciously. So that she lingered in the doorway for a bit so that he'd see her before she walked off. She made sure that her heels click clacked rather loudly so he'd hear her walking around. She bloody well made sure he knew she was around even if she wasn't... Around. But he really hadn't noticed? Trying not to let the disappointment show on her face, Tiffany let herself lean up against the cubicle wall with even less strength in her legs. The wall would keep her up, no use in tiring out her body too. It already felt sore enough as it was, being all scrunched up on the inside with that weird feeling again. Merlin. "Missed you? Well, not as much as I suppose you've missed me," So okay, it probably wasn't the reply he'd expect, but... She did admit to missing him, even if it were... hidden.

Because she did miss him. No wait. She missed the game. That's all she missed. The game.

AHEM. Focus, Tiffany!! All she wanted to do for the past week was talk to him. Talk to Ezra. But here she was stuck daydreaming, again about Ezra, but still. She was finally here and she couldn't even stay on task????? Uh. Right advisor. "Oh well, you know... I've got to make sure that everything is prepared for when the new one takes over." And really she wasn't lying. It was a lot of work to keep up with, but... It didn't consume her nearly enough as she lead on. She just needed an excuse. And excuse as to why she was completely avoiding him. "But those gossip vultures, you must be work pretty hard to get them off your back." Your very well toned back, might she add. Ahem. But why were they going through this? Like formalities. Small talk. She couldn't stand it. This was absolutely miserable. Yet, yet she didn't know how to stop it.

And then he spun around. Which, though she would not admit to, was actually quite a relief because it allowed her the chance to let herself look absolutely flustered for a couple of seconds before he turned back around. And those dimples. They were back. Oh my, my those dimples. And Merlin, she just couldn't help it okay?! Yes, so what if she had let her face soften up. Let a small smile peak it's way through. It just felt like the first time all over again. And she couldn't control her facial expressions when he looked at her like that. Not that he was looking at her any differently, really. The question, though, took her by slight surprise and she let the vulnerability flood into her eyes for a mere portion of a second. Or maybe a mere portion of thirty seconds. She hadn't been holding up well actually. She was falling apart. Falling apart with the very idea that she wouldn't be able to bring herself to talk to Ezra again. She wasn't holding up well and it was all his fault. Had she mentioned that already? That it was his fault. Because it was. "I've um, I've been better," she lazily drew a hand to her hair and tucked a single strand behind her ear. A lot better actually. Like that one time at the Leaky. She was a lot better then.

"Well, I- anyways, I know you're a real busy man, Ezra, and if you haven't got the time to talk to me. Then, I'll just get back to my cubicle." And though that's what she said, her eyes were pleading for him to tell her to stay. To give her a reason to stop doubting. She was hurt. And that never happened to Tiffany Price. Not the improved Tiffany Price, anyways. She worked so hard to keep herself sheltered away from that... that hurt emotion and here he was and without even trying he managed to tear down all those walls. How did he do it? Ezra Bellamy. She wanted to tell him how much she missed him. How hard it was to avoid him for so long. But here she was, standing right next to him both hurt and annoyed. But most of all, angry at herself for pushing away.

01-25-2015, 07:06 AM	#40 (permalink)
ArianaBlack Forum Manager Quibbler & Newbie Mod Ashwinder Join Date: Dec 2010 Location: #6e5f57 \|#ff5470 Posts: 13,708 Hogwarts RPG Name: Alfie Adair Hufflepuff Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Laini Gracae-Ryans Slytherin Third Year x10 x1	doesn't proofread tweets \| #wrongaboutcereal \| #siriusly? \| emo to the extremo SPOILER!!: Oh trust me, so are we asdf even if she's being a poo Quote: Originally Posted by Sararara Ezra raised an eyebrow at her statement, focusing all his energy at getting the arch perfect instead of letting his eyes roam over her. It's been a while? Of course it had bloody been a while. She had made sure of that one, what with her completely avoiding him. Not that he had tried to chase--a Bellamy doesn't chase--but she had started it. It was all her fault. Had he mentioned that yet? Because it was. But if she was back for a game, he'd give her a game. Not because he WANTED to or anything, obviously. OBVIOUSLY."Has it really? I take it you've missed me." One corner of his mouth quirked upward again, half-smiling at her complete with appearance of a dimple. He hoped the word would strike her as hard as is struck him, that she had spent each moment between thoughts dwelling on him just as Ezra had dwelled on her. It was only fair. Another long pause as Ezra lost the staring contest he was having with the floor and found his eyes moving up her inch by inch. He took a deep breath as their blue eyes met, painfully aware that his heart was beating so loudly that she could likely hear it from across the cubicle. How he was HOLDING UP? Merlin, did she had absolutely no IDEA what kind of effect she had on ~~him~~ PEOPLE? Did she not know how much she had PLAGUED his brain? OR how she had made him doubt himself? DOUBT. "Surely nothing compared to your own troubles as an advisor. I see you've been quite....busy." Ezra spun around in his chair to face his desk and place the quill he had been holding back on it, closing his eyes for a moment before turning back around with a perfectly orchestrated grin stretching across his face. Why was each time he looked at her like the first time he ever saw her. WHY? It made it bloody difficult to concentrate on his own face, which was a mater of utmost importance. Surely she'd understand that. "And you? You've been," his grin faltered slightly as he kept looking at Tiffany, and the way the light behind her surrounded her head like a halo. Ahem. "You've been holding up well?" She'd better be doing well. Ezra would FIND the bugger who hurt her if she wasn't. Unless it was just separation anxiety from him. That was acceptable. Has it really? He was kidding right? This was a joke. He had to have noticed. He knew there was an absence of Tiffany Price in his life. He couldn't have just not noticed. There was no way. Even if she had managed to skirt around him the past few months... She did so graciously. So that she lingered in the doorway for a bit so that he'd see her before she walked off. She made sure that her heels click clacked rather loudly so he'd hear her walking around. She bloody well made sure he knew she was around even if she wasn't... Around. But he really hadn't noticed? Trying not to let the disappointment show on her face, Tiffany let herself lean up against the cubicle wall with even less strength in her legs. The wall would keep her up, no use in tiring out her body too. It already felt sore enough as it was, being all scrunched up on the inside with that weird feeling again. Merlin. "Missed you? Well, not as much as I suppose you've missed me," So okay, it probably wasn't the reply he'd expect, but... She did admit to missing him, even if it were... hidden. Because she did miss him. No wait. She missed the game. That's all she missed. The game. AHEM. Focus, Tiffany!! All she wanted to do for the past week was talk to him. Talk to Ezra. But here she was stuck daydreaming, again about Ezra, but still. She was finally here and she couldn't even stay on task????? Uh. Right advisor. "Oh well, you know... I've got to make sure that everything is prepared for when the new one takes over." And really she wasn't lying. It was a lot of work to keep up with, but... It didn't consume her nearly enough as she lead on. She just needed an excuse. And excuse as to why she was completely avoiding him. "But those gossip vultures, you must be work pretty hard to get them off your back." Your very well toned back, might she add. Ahem. But why were they going through this? Like formalities. Small talk. She couldn't stand it. This was absolutely miserable. Yet, yet she didn't know how to stop it. And then he spun around. Which, though she would not admit to, was actually quite a relief because it allowed her the chance to let herself look absolutely flustered for a couple of seconds before he turned back around. And those dimples. They were back. Oh my, my those dimples. And Merlin, she just couldn't help it okay?! Yes, so what if she had let her face soften up. Let a small smile peak it's way through. It just felt like the first time all over again. And she couldn't control her facial expressions when he looked at her like that. Not that he was looking at her any differently, really. The question, though, took her by slight surprise and she let the vulnerability flood into her eyes for a mere portion of a second. Or maybe a mere portion of thirty seconds. She hadn't been holding up well actually. She was falling apart. Falling apart with the very idea that she wouldn't be able to bring herself to talk to Ezra again. She wasn't holding up well and it was all his fault. Had she mentioned that already? That it was his fault. Because it was. "I've um, I've been better," she lazily drew a hand to her hair and tucked a single strand behind her ear. A lot better actually. Like that one time at the Leaky. She was a lot better then. "Well, I- anyways, I know you're a real busy man, Ezra, and if you haven't got the time to talk to me. Then, I'll just get back to my cubicle." And though that's what she said, her eyes were pleading for him to tell her to stay. To give her a reason to stop doubting. She was hurt. And that never happened to Tiffany Price. Not the improved Tiffany Price, anyways. She worked so hard to keep herself sheltered away from that... that hurt emotion and here he was and without even trying he managed to tear down all those walls. How did he do it? Ezra Bellamy. She wanted to tell him how much she missed him. How hard it was to avoid him for so long. But here she was, standing right next to him both hurt and annoyed. But most of all, angry at herself for pushing away. __________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Lemon!