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Post by Trent Frey on Jan 20, 2010 10:44:32 GMT -5
It was the same room as last time, with one low table and two large, squashy poufs to sit on. The same goblets were waiting on the table, filled with water that gleamed innocently in the mellow light. Lyric made sure that no one had seen them slip into the room before he closed the door, and now he moved to take the pouf he'd sat on last time, unzipping his bag again to retrieve his box. He didn't feel the need to fill the air with questions, so he left that to Quinn as he set about removing his spells.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Jan 20, 2010 11:10:12 GMT -5
Quinn had actually followed in quiet, Lyric's silence lending the need to also be quiet, well that and he kept looking as though someone would find them. Although if this was just to make she really didn't see why they needed to hide. But again, this was Lyric's ball field and she'd let him lead. Quinn silently sat down on the poof that she'd sat on the last time, but the silence was beginning to crowd in on her. Quinn wrapped her arms around her knees, making her shirt constrict tighter around her chest. "So I followed you again, but I feel like I don't know anything about you," or that he knew anything about her.
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Post by Trent Frey on Jan 20, 2010 11:18:43 GMT -5
Annoyance flashed through Lyric's eyes as he set the box on the table to open it. "You don't need to know me," he said. "You know enough." Was she here to buy something or not? It was bad enough answering the nonsense questions she asked, without her declaring that she wanted to get to know him. There wasn't much to him, anyway. Just anger, confusion, and whatever he put into his body at any given time.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Jan 20, 2010 11:21:55 GMT -5
Quinn nodded, "I didn't mean to pry, I just wondered." She rested her head against her knees wondering what sore was festering for him. She really did want to get to know him, and her own wounds plead for her to know someone, really talk to them. She decided that silence might be a better policy for now, Lyric seemed even edgier than the first time she'd run into him in the corridor.
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Post by Trent Frey on Jan 20, 2010 11:38:46 GMT -5
Lyric had expected Quinn to keep pushing, to cry and tell him how horrible he was for not telling her what she wanted to hear, and when she didn't, he remained tense in waiting. But the tension could only last so long with his mind on the task ahead, and on everything that was going to happen. She remained silent for a while, and he forgot his annoyance to get things set up, his mind on how much he'd paid for all this, and how much he could charge her. She'd said she had income and nowhere else to spend it, so it was tempting to just double the price and pay for his own as well. He debated, then threw out a price. She'd be paying for half of his, but if she didn't say anything, maybe he'd ask for more next time.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Jan 20, 2010 11:41:57 GMT -5
Quinn blinked at the price that Lyric threw out, wondering why a dream or a good feeling cost so much, but again, it wasn't but a tiny dent in her income, let alone in her savings. "That's fine," she said softly, she really didn't mind, after all most of her life she hadn't had material property, it was enough that she could buy new clothes. She was happy making wands, a passion born out of the hatred of her life, but still, a passion that was who she was.
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Post by Trent Frey on Jan 20, 2010 14:59:19 GMT -5
Lyric looked aside at Quinn, but she seemed apathetic about it, so he relaxed a bit more. When he had everything out that they'd need, he put the rest back in his box and reset the security spells before hiding it in his duffel bag again. Then he handed over her share and showed her what to do with his own.
"You have to drink a lot of water," he told her. "You're not going to see things like last time." He paused, debating whether to say anything or not, then decided he ought to. "If you want to kiss me, you can. When it happens," he said. "We'll have a while again." His heart pounded in anticipation.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Jan 20, 2010 15:16:11 GMT -5
Quinn lifted her head off of her knees, "what's it going to be like this time then?" As she waited for an answer she looked at the small round thing in her hand, and then followed Lyric's lead. Her mind supplied imagery from a book they had been reading in Muggle Studies lately, following the rabbit's lead down the rabbit hole, she wasn't sure what she'd find on the other side. She didn't specifically reply to the part about kissing, but then again, she would be more than happy to kiss him.
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Post by Trent Frey on Jan 20, 2010 15:45:21 GMT -5
Lyric picked up his goblet and took a sip, thinking back. "Bliss," he said at last. A feeling of being connected to everything, of being wholly accepted, elation, joy, both emotional and physical. When he was sure that it was too late for Quinn to change her mind, he set aside his goblet. "There's a comedown with this one," he said, "but it's worth it." And he knew a way to lessen it.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Jan 20, 2010 15:48:28 GMT -5
Quinn heard the word comedown, and could guess what he was talking about even if she didn't understand entirely. Restless, she moved to tuck her legs indian style underneath her, and ran a hand through her hair to loosen it. "Like what?" She bit her lip as she looked out under a partial curtain of hair. She hoped that it wasn't the opposite of what he'd given her last time, there were some dreams that...should stay buried in the past.
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Post by Trent Frey on Jan 20, 2010 15:53:35 GMT -5
Lyric shrugged. "You might be tired, might have a headache," he said. He wasn't about to tell her how depressed she could be, how her jaw could ache from clenching her teeth, or any of the other things that could happen. He wouldn't guess, and he didn't want her getting pissed at him before it even got started. He'd never done this with only one other person around, so he didn't know how he'd react, but it had to be better if they were already in a decent mood, right?
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Jan 20, 2010 15:56:16 GMT -5
Quinn smiled at the reassurance, "I can deal with tired and a headache. I've seen alot worse." Wanting to change the subject herself, feeling a bit more self conscious than usual with the new clothes, she asked, "so how do you get your hair to stand up like that?" It didn't really seem like something she would be able to do herself, or would want to try, she loved her hair, was proud of it, and thought she looked good with it.
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Post by Trent Frey on Jan 20, 2010 16:02:19 GMT -5
Lyric didn't so much as blink at the question, one he'd been asked countless times. "Time and a good sticking charm," he answered. A modified sticking charm, but no one really cared about the details, and he wouldn't care to enlighten them. At least she hadn't asked to touch it, or worse, leaned over and stuck her hand in.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Jan 20, 2010 16:06:42 GMT -5
Quinn could see that she supposed, but sticking charms weren't her specialty, she supposed she should be relieved, because it meant even if she wanted to, she wouldn't be changing her hair. "The first time I met you, your hair was down then. I liked that too, why don't you wear it down anymore?" Not that she'd seen him a whole lot after that, but still, she'd seen it, and it had looked natural and just as good looking, she thought with a blush. Well it seemed good looking now, then she hadn't thought of him that way.
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Post by Trent Frey on Jan 20, 2010 17:28:13 GMT -5
Lyric's eyes darkened at the question. He'd had it down in the first place because he'd been trying halfheartedly not to stand out so much. Then he'd found a little confidence and started wearing it up again. "I like it like this," he answered. It was none of her business why he'd decided to wear it down or put it up. He liked his hair, but it was just hair.
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