Sketchbooks and Chocolate Frogs (OPEN)

[Adara Snow]

Adara brought her attention back to Silver, trying to be polite even if Emilian was heavy in her mind. "We should be friends, then," she suggested, lifting her eyes to his. "Then you have made a friend, and I think that I would enjoy having you as a friend." She brightened considerably at the thought.

[Silver Blackwood]

Silver's lips spread into a smile that he couldn't have stopped if he'd wanted to. Not that he wanted to in the least. "I'd like that," he said. He didn't care if it was a little elementary-school, he'd take it, and be glad. "So..." what next?

[Adara Snow]

"So we are friends, then," Adara supplied, not even feeling any potential awkwardness. Adara linked her arm through Silver's, pleased at the idea of having a new friend, since it had been so long since she had made one. "Now that that is settled, will you tell me what you were looking at, if not the Jewellery Shop?" Adara asked, looking up at Silver with a soft smile.

[Silver Blackwood]

Silver was frozen by the physical contact; he would have dropped both sketchbooks otherwise. And she was smiling up at him. It was all he could do to draw air into his lungs, let alone speak, but he worked to force the words. "Candy shop," he managed, though it was so low he wasn't entirely certain she'd even heard him.

[Adara Snow]

Adara did not understand the sudden visible tension in Silver's body any more than she could hear whatever it was he had said. "Excuse me?" she asked. Adara turned, her fingers pressing lightly against his arm as she used it for leverage to raise herself closer, the better to hear him.

[Silver Blackwood]

She was so close now that Silver could hardly concentrate. He reflexively dipped his head, the curtain of his hair swinging down around his face, and with Adara so near, mingling with hers, accidentally creating an intimate space between them. "I just..." He wasn't sure what it was he'd been saying anymore.

[Adara Snow]

She could feel his tension all of a sudden, the similarity in his tension to Emilian's, and Adara froze as well. They could have been alone, what with his hair shielding both their faces from the street. It was painfully intimate, and Adara could not seem to pull her gaze from his, could not seem to lower herself and step away.

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian had read the paper, had read that Ryan was seeing Adara. Alone, he wouldn't have believed it, but combined with the rumors he had heard around the town about a pale, dark haired girl walking with Ryan Magby it was hard to ignore. Add onto that the fact that he hadn't even heard from her for nearly a month, it made a rather unhappy Emilian. Not to mention that he hadn't been able to really touch her in more than a month.

So when he was walking down the street back to his shop after being in the Three Broomsticks and saw a figure that looked so very familiar with one that didn't, his chest tightened. And when the two figures touched and their faces became hidden he was downright angry. He took long, angry steps to where Adara and the boy were standing, his eyes hard and his breathing loud.

"Get away from her," he growled, grabbing the boy's shoulder and turning him away from Adara. "Who the hell do you think you are?" The fact that the guy was a few inches taller than him didn't intimidate Emilian in the slightest as he wrapped his fist in his shirt, glaring into his eyes. Down by his side, his other hand balled into a tight fist, just begging for another reason.

[Silver Blackwood]

Silver's eyes widened, and his hands went up in a reflexive gesture of supplication. "I don't...I was just...I'm sorry," he stammered, though he had no idea in the world what he'd done. His size relative to the very angry guy threatening him didn't really matter at the moment; his immediate goal was self-preservation. Understanding could come later.

[Adara Snow]

Adara had no such fear of Emilian, despite his obvious displeasure. All she saw was an irrational reaction, much like the ones she'd seen between him and Chase. "Emilian, let him go! What are you doing?" She caught Emilian's arm, the one with the threatening fist, with both hands, determined to slow him down, if she could not bring him to reason.

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian's glare swept around to Adara, "He was touching you." He jerked his arm from her grasp and looked back up at the guy. "And it looked a hell of a lot like he was kissing you." His eyes were a cold, hard blue full of anger and, though he'd never admit it, jealousy. He turned and pushed the guy up against the wall of the nearest shop, both hands twisted into the fabric now. "You didn't answer my f~ing question; who the hell are you?"

[Silver Blackwood]

"S-Silver, Sylvester, I didn't kiss her, I didn't touch her, I swear!" Was he her boyfriend? Silver silently prayed he couldn't read minds, couldn't see the hectic thoughts running through Silver's mind. He'd thought about kissing her, somewhere, somewhere in his mind, but he hadn't, and to tell the truth, he didn't think he would have.

[Adara Snow]

"Emilian!" Adara was quickly shifting from pure bewilderment to bewildered annoyance, despite the seriousness of the situation. "Let him go. Am I not allowed to be touched? Am I no longer allowed friends?" What was wrong with Emilian that he would think such things?

[Emilian Sota]

"Listen, Sylvester," Emilian said through gritted teeth, Adara's words barely penetrating the anger that was pounding in his head. "She's mine, and I swear that if I ever see you that close to her again, you won't live to tell about it." He glared for a minute more before pushing hard against Silver's chest, enough to hurt, and stepping away. "Get the hell out of my sight." He would talk to Adara after Silver was gone, at the moment all he cared about was getting Silver out of his arms' reach before he did something.

[Silver Blackwood]

God, that hurt. "I didn't..I won't," he managed, then realizing his opportunity, gave a prayer for Adara and headed down the street at a quick walk, thankful he'd escaped relatively unscathed.