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Post by Lafra Seyrrou on Mar 19, 2009 14:35:55 GMT -5
Something about his smile made her feel a bit lightheaded. Her breathing stopped for a moment, not realizing that she was watching him silently, not realizing that minutes had gone by and she was still watching him.
"You're very inspirational." she had realized what she had said and looked away, this time her blush was obviously not from some pain now both her body and mind were betraying her, the traitors were working together.
Now she really wanted to crawl under the covers and hide her face, she wasn't very good with expressing herself much, and saying such a thing was so rare, she surprised herself.
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Post by Silver Blackwood on Mar 20, 2009 13:02:35 GMT -5
Silver managed to catch on to Lafra's blush this time, perhaps because heat rose in his own at precisely the same time. "Thank you," he said again. His chest felt like it was expanding from that small compliment that wasn't small in the least. Inspirational.
"Writers are inspiration," he went on softly, his eyes dropping, but only as far as where his still rested on hers. "If we couldn't find inspiration everywhere..." He gave a slight, one-shouldered shrug. "I guess that would be called writer's block."
He looked back up at Lafra, his lips still curved. Did she really find him inspirational? She certainly brought out his inner poet. His mind was slipping into thoughts of a poem he'd written once. The angel's blush lights the room/Like the marbled colors of sunrise... He was such a hopeless romantic sometimes.
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Post by Lafra Seyrrou on Mar 20, 2009 13:30:06 GMT -5
Him saying writers block made her cringe, if she went one day without writing, it might make her a bit on edge.
"Not all writers stay true to their words, your not one them." she was proud of being able to say it without having to take a big gasp of breath, now she just had to raise her voice just a bit. She was looking at him through her lashes, she was still blushing, her cheeks stained rose pink. She wished she could just stop.
"I can't stand lying down." she wanted to stir the conversation to something that wouldn't make her stupid hormones react in such a way. She tried to push herself up, but it hurt, she looked at him.
"Would you mind helping me?" she asked shyly, but she really couldn't stand lying down any longer, she felt... weak and it wasn't a feeling she really enjoyed.
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Post by Silver Blackwood on Mar 20, 2009 13:46:07 GMT -5
Silver glanced almost guiltily over his shoulder, but the nurse wasn't in his immediate sight, so he turned back to Lafra with a nod. "I'll help you," he said softly, only realizing as he moved to put his hands around her that he was about to put his hands around her.
It was entirely different when it was a matter of life and death, and Silver's blood was running too quickly already. He had to consciously try to remind himself to calm down, to breathe as he tucked an extra pillow behind her for her to lean back on.
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Post by Lafra Seyrrou on Mar 20, 2009 13:56:34 GMT -5
She flinched a bit, the pain on her side grew as she moved up, but it was better than lying down. It then dawned on her how close he was. She held onto his arm, using it as support, but she didn't feel like letting go. No matter how much she told herself to just... drop her hand it stayed clutched gently on his arm. Her eyes were on him, she ignored the fact that there was a nurse nearby and that her side hurt.
"Thank you." she said softly, her fingers still gripping his arm. Her eyes looking back into his, she felt her heart quicken and her cheeks flush a deeper shade of pink, on the verge of becoming red.
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Post by Silver Blackwood on Mar 20, 2009 14:09:54 GMT -5
Silver had been looking studiously at anything but Lafra's face, keeping as much focus as possible on the act of moving her. Then she was moved, and at those two soft words, his eyes moved to hers and stuck. He told himself to let her go and sit back down, but he couldn't She was holding onto him. Liar, he told himself. He didn't want to let her go. There was something here that had every drop of blood in his body tense with expectation.
"You're welcome," he breathed. His instincts were railing against his mind, and he wasn't at all sure which was winning. No, he knew. If his mind was winning, he'd have let go by now. He had to exert real control to keep himself from more than a flickering glance at her lips. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't think of anything appropriate to say.
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Post by Lafra Seyrrou on Mar 20, 2009 14:34:53 GMT -5
Her eyes studied his face, this was so weird. She had only just met him and her whole body was tingling, except for where she was wounded, it still hurt, but she was ignoring that. She wasn’t sure what she should say after that, she just wanted to watch him, to study ever part of his face.
Lafra was now compelled to come closer to him, his face was dangerously close, but she wouldn’t go any farther she’d let him decide if he wanted to close the remaining space.
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Post by Silver Blackwood on Mar 20, 2009 19:15:31 GMT -5
He did, he wanted to close that space, but insecurity kept him from just doing so. Heartbeat followed heartbeat as she watched him watch her, and finally, there was nothing to do but shut out his thoughts and listen to that instinct. Thought would do him no good at a time like this, not when words had become redundant.
His eyelashes drooped as he leaned closer, then fell, his lips pressing warm against hers. It was soft, tentative, but all he needed was a response and he felt like he'd break. For now, the kiss asked, but didn't demand, despite the demands Silver felt coursing through him.
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Post by Vincent Mezzanotte on Mar 21, 2009 6:21:12 GMT -5
Vincent had no idea why he had to come to the Hospital Wing. He knew he had a few problem with sleeping recently, especially after the stupid owl he got from his parents. It had been keeping him up all night. His eyes trailed to a couple, he didn't really care much, it was normal to see such things.
After a quick word to the nurse and handing him a bottle of some odd potion, he turned around and walked towards the door, this time stopping after realizing who the girl was. His eyes went wide, since when was Lafra ever like this?
He tried to tell himself it wasn't her, that it could be any girl who looked a lot like her, besides, why would she be in a hospital bed?
"Lafra?" he asked, wanting to make sure it wasn't her, he hoped it wasn't her. His brow was raised, praying some other girl to glare at him for interrupting then telling him to piss off... not that he wouldn't mind.
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Post by Lafra Seyrrou on Mar 21, 2009 6:31:43 GMT -5
The back of her mind was racing as he closed the gap, her eyes shut, her other hand automatically moved to his shoulder. She had completly ignored as the other person came in, ignoring the screaming pain coming from her side. She was too busy enjoying his warm lips on hers.
It was the sound of her name that made her eyes snap open, made her pull away. She felt the rushing pain from her side and let out a groan. She bit down on her lips keeping herself from screaming in pain. She sucked in a deep breath and turned her eyes to the person who called out. At first her expression was pure shock, before it morphed into a mixture of emotions.
"Vin... Vincent..." her voice was small, her eyes on him. This wasn't how it was supposed to turn out. She had imagined they would have met somewhere else, while she was in perfect shape and not kissing another guy. Despite the awkward situation, Lafra tightened her grip around Silver arm, letting him know that she didn't want him to leave and that this little set back meant nothing.
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Post by Silver Blackwood on Mar 21, 2009 10:19:26 GMT -5
Silver might have run had it not been for Lafra's staying hand. No, he wouldn't have run, he told himself. He would have panicked even more than he was panicking now, he would have backed off, he would have begun apologizing profusely, likely in a stutter so bad the words would have been unintelligible, but he wouldn't have run.
It was the sudden end to that soft kiss that had snapped him out of whatever spell he'd been under. Part of him had wanted desperately to lean forward again, to kiss away whatever pain was still feeling. But she'd spoken, and it hadn't been his name. Vincent. Vincent, who was too troublesome. Vincent, who was like a brother. Vincent, who was standing there watching. If it hadn't been for the continued presence of Lafra's hand, Silver would have panicked much more than he was now.
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Post by Vincent Mezzanotte on Mar 21, 2009 10:40:44 GMT -5
Seeing her made him grit his teeth. What was he supposed to do? She was there, with some other guy. A guy he had never seen before. His eyes narrowed in on her hand. The way she held him made him… sick. His face contorted into an expression between regret and disgust.
“What are you doing?” his voice was dark, his accent thick. It took every once of control he had not to go and rip them apart.
Vincent was glaring, his protective instincts kicking in. His eyes darted from one to the other, maybe he forced himself on her, but that wouldn’t explain why she was holding on to him like that.
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Post by Lafra Seyrrou on Mar 21, 2009 10:41:58 GMT -5
She stared back, his features were frightening, she pulled herself up, she flinched again, but there was no time for ‘pain’ she knew what she had to do.
“What does it look like.” She said, he was always doing this. Even if she was avoiding a guy he would take it out on her. She knew how he felt, but it wasn’t his place to tell her what to do… and he had to get over his little infatuation he had with her, they would be nothing more than friends.
“You’ve got… no business staying here.” She said flinching in between her words. Speaking hurt, and now she was over exerting herself, could he just… leave?
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Post by Silver Blackwood on Mar 22, 2009 12:12:09 GMT -5
Silver knew it wouldn't be right to interrupt, not when there was obviously... something happening here that he could only guess at. If this was the Vincent that Lafra had asked for, he certainly didn't seem like the brotherly type, or at least not as Silver would have imagined. Then again, he'd never had a sister.
Still, the accusation in the guy's tone sent Silver's mind back to the other times he'd met jealous... boyfriends wasn't the word, but it was as close as he could get. And there was no way he'd be capable of speech unless he was forced to speak. He didn't at all feel like having his health or his life threatened, though he supposed he was at least in the safest place possible, should that occur.
For now, though, Silver only remained where he was and tried not to look petrified, with marginal success. Lafra looked like she could take care of herself... and then he saw her flinch, and gave a silent prayer that interrupting just slightly wouldn't get him torn limb from limb by either one of them. As subtly as he could, he adjusted her pillows to help her sit straighter with less effort.
"Lean back," he murmured, far too low for that Vincent guy to hear. "If you want me to get rid of him, I'll... I will," he offered, though in reality he wasn't at all sure it would work. He was tall, though, and he wasn't above using physical presence if that was all he had.
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Post by Vincent Mezzanotte on Mar 22, 2009 12:38:31 GMT -5
Vincent watched his jaw at first tight, but slowly relaxed. She was right, it wasn’t his place to act like a big jerk, but he just couldn’t… take watching another guy with her. Vincent waited, giving himself time to cool down before letting out a deep breath he was holding.
“How did she get here?” he was asking the guy with her, his face showed how worried he was and how long had she been here, why hadn’t he heard of this? Vincent would ignore her for now, afraid of her obvious anger and probably how much she wanted to kill him. He knew later he’d get an earful for his reaction later, something he wasn’t looking forward to she scared the hell out of him when she was angry.
Watching her flinch made him come closer, but far away from her reach, he didn’t know what she was thinking, probably debating the best way to kill him.
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