Sketchbooks and Chocolate Frogs (OPEN)

[Adara Snow]

"Emilian!" For all the good it had done the last three times she'd said his name, perhaps he might listen now. "Since when have I been yours? What gives you the right to tell my friends that they may not stand close to me? What is wrong with you, Emilian?" Whether or not anything had happened was no longer the point, and Adara did not wish to argue it. She wanted to know what had possessed Emilian!

[Emilian Sota]

"I thought it was fairly obvious that you were mine," Emilian shot at her once he was certain Silver was gone. "What do you expect me to do, Adara? It's been a month since I've seen you, the paper says you're seeing Ryan, so does half the f~ing town, and then when I finally see you you're nose to nose with some...kid!" His eyes flashed hurt and anger at her and his breathing was harsh.

[Adara Snow]

Adara could do nothing but stare at Emilian for a moment, eyes wide, lips softly parted in shock. "Fairly obvious?" she repeated. "How am I yours? Please, explain this to me, Emilian. I know that it has been some time since we have seen one another, but until that day, to my knowledge, you did not have the capacity to care, let alone...anything else," she said vaguely. "And your admitting that sex means something is only that. Sex, which means something. And as for Silver, I was only leaning close to hear something he had said, so I will thank you to leave him alone in the future!"

[Emilian Sota]

"Forgive me not being able to admit to even myself that I care about you before that god-forsaken day! And, damn it, Adara, telling you that sex means something is the closest I can get to saying anything." Emilian was frustrated, what was he supposed to say? In his opinion he had been as obvious as possible when telling her that she meant something to him the last time they were together. "And forgive me again getting pissed off when I see the only girl I've ever gave a crap about an inch away from kissing some guy I've never seen before!" Even if she was only leaning in to hear him better, Emilian knew what it had looked like.

[Adara Snow]

"I wasn't going to kiss him!" Adara snapped, her hands curling into frustrated fists at her sides. "And this is not about whether you care about me, I have already accepted that. It is about my apparently being yours. Friends, lovers, those words apply, but they imply two, not one under the possession of another!" Marriage as she understood it, yes, passing from her father's charge to her husband's, but there had never been talk of marriage between them, and Adara would not be the one to mention it, no matter how confused, upset, or secretly longing she might be.

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian nearly growled in frustration. "I was under the impression that you wanted this! When I agreed to be loyal to you, however much I may have failed, that meant that we were together. Or at least that was what I thought! Do you not think we're just a little more than friends or lovers?" Emilian wasn't thinking marriage at all, but he was thinking couple status, something he would never have thought for any other girl.

[Adara Snow]

"I do want this, Emilian, but I am trying to understand what this is! What is there that is more than lovers?" Shocked at herself, at what she had just implied, Adara turned her gaze away from Emilian, lips pressed tight, eyes hidden beneath the thick veil of her lashes. She had not thought of it until she had spoken to Ryan. She still would not think of part of it, but marriage had occured to her, and though the thought was terrifying, though it was unrealistic in every possible way, part of her had begun to dream.

[Emilian Sota]

"You girls are the ones that are supposed to understand this stuff," Emilian said, mostly to himself. Then he ran a frustrated hand through his hair. "If we're friends and lovers, doesn't that make us a couple? Adara, I'm not saying that I own you, but I do feel possessive, you can't say you didn't feel the same thing when..." he stopped himself, not wanting to actually say it, hoping that she would follow his train of thought to the interview, to when she had walked into the hospital wing and seen Eloise standing there. "Adara?" He had just noticed her looking away from him, and he moved to try and see her face, his voice softer.

[Adara Snow]

He hadn't made the connection? "It is nothing, Emilian," she said, her eyes squeezing shut a moment as she gathered strength, as she forced her dream into the corners of her mind. A couple, he'd said, but he didn't mean marriage, it was obvious. Adara's social education, for all its growth in the past months, was still lacking, and she could not fill in the blanks that were left without assistance. Apparently there was something between lovers and marriage, though in the stories she'd read, love had led to marriage with no intermission.

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian stepped closer to her, his hand reaching out to take her chin and bring her gaze back to his. "Tell me, Adara," he urged. He wanted to know what was going on in her mind. The thought that she was thinking about marriage still hadn't occurred to him. He hoped that the lessening of words meant that the fight was over, or close to being it. He just wanted to take Adara up to his place and relax.

[Adara Snow]

Adara's near-black eyes met Emilian's cool blue, and the eye contact alone nearly broke her. She wanted to tell him all of a sudden, wanted to confide and have him comfort her, but she couldn't imagine it would be that easy. She wanted to tell him, but she knew that she shouldn't, and so she distracted him in the only way she knew how. She lifted her face to his and kissed him.

[Emilian Sota]

The immediate reaction of his body was enough to keep Emilian from pushing the subject. All too soon it became painfully obvious just how long it had been. His arm wrapped around Adara's waist, returning the kiss for as long as he could while still being proper on the side of the street before pulling away just enough to speak. "Come to the shop?"

[Adara Snow]

Adara opened half-dazed eyes, her questions and worries entirely forgotten for the moment. She nodded, mute, but couldn't seem to pull away, though it seemed that moving might be easier if she did. It had been so very long that there was little she could think of right now other than being alone again with Emilian.

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian forced himself to pull away from her enough to make walking possible, but kept his arm around her waist as he led her across the street.

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