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Post by Silver Blackwood on Feb 15, 2010 19:22:19 GMT -5
Silver waited as Willow read, his jaw tightening every time he wanted to interrupt with a comment, or with asking her what part she'd just read. He wanted to know which words had put that smile on her face, if it was something he'd worked to get right or something that had just happened. He didn't consider it genius at all, just something he did with his spare time. Something he needed to do. His gaze remained hopeful as he waited for her to finish, or to turn the page and find whatever came after.
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Post by Willow Wenlock on Feb 15, 2010 19:52:37 GMT -5
It seemed like an eternity, but it might have only been a few minutes that Willow was reading the tales. Her favorite had been the second tale formulated of drier wits. She was truly hesitant to draw her gaze away from the work in front of her. When she did look up, she didn't know what to say at first. It was like trying to explain why breathing was good. "You're writing reminds me why I love reading so much." She looked down again at the words on the page.
"I read a muggle author once, who said, 'You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you. ' It fits, because I'm not so sure I want to leave the world you created." She pointed at a few of the more clever twists in the second tale, "I think these were my favorites."
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Post by Silver Blackwood on Feb 15, 2010 20:28:41 GMT -5
Silver was sure that the heat in his face would never fade, and though he knew he was probably wearing a really goofy smile, he couldn't seem to lessen it enough to hide. He kept his mouth tightly shut for a moment to keep from blustering over her compliments, and had so many quotes about writing that he couldn't possibly choose just one as appropriate for the moment, but somehow he managed to lean close enough to Willow that he could see what she was pointing out. He was infinitely glad that he hadn't met her to do this a couple weeks ago. His senses were nearly overpowering him as it was. "Yeah, I really like that part," he managed, though his voice was soft with the tension he felt. "I don't even know how it happened."
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Post by Willow Wenlock on Feb 15, 2010 20:42:10 GMT -5
The moment that Silver leaned closer to her, Willow was bombarded with the clean scent of him. She closed her eyes for a moment at the thoughts that winged through her mind. It had been there earlier she supposed, but the conversation had been so interesting that she hadn't noted it. Noting it now was a pleasure that added to the moment, to the fact that she was growing a liking and a friendship with Silver. She wanted to explore her friendship with him, but decided that for this moment, since she had just recognized this feeling, that she would focus on his work and his conversations.
There would be nothing if she dove in head first without knowing the waters she was diving in to, and how to maneuver them for more than a few moments. Besides, the conversation and intellectual was what was stimulating more for her. She loved that he seemed as interested in books, quotes, and random trivia as she did. "The accidental reveals man," she said softly as she turned her face away from the book to Silver. "J. B. Priestley."
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Post by Silver Blackwood on Feb 15, 2010 21:11:14 GMT -5
Silver wasn't entirely sure what to say to that. What exactly had been revealed in his writing? Good things, he hoped. She'd liked it, and the look on her face said she did, unless he was reading her wrong. His mind was trying to pick things apart, to sort them into some arrangement that he could understand, as though by doing so he might be able to read her thoughts. He wasn't so lucky though, and ended in realizing that he might have been staring into her eyes, and he hadn't said a word. "Beauty is power; a smile is its sword," he recited. "John Ray."
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Post by Willow Wenlock on Feb 15, 2010 21:21:22 GMT -5
The broad smile on Willow's lips widened, thinking if a smile was a weapon of some sort, she must always be armed. A soft color flooded her cheeks, not a full scale blush, just a nice rose color filling a bit more into her cheeks. She was sure that the quote was originally intended as a flattery and was flattered by it. It felt like those piercing eyes were seeing something into her, and seeing something about her she hadn't ever thought about. Her head tilted just a bit to one side, and she couldn't help but stare back into silver's eyes. "I've never seen a smiling face that was not beautiful. Unknown."
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Post by Silver Blackwood on Feb 15, 2010 21:39:08 GMT -5
Silver hadn't been smiling, but he did now with some reflex he hadn't expected. Part of him thought absently that she might assume something about him because of his reaction, but he wasn't listening. "Beauty comes as much from the mind as from the eye," he countered. She had such beautiful eyes, and with her looking back just as intently, he forgot that he was staring. He parted his lips for the author and paused. "I forget who said that..."
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Post by Willow Wenlock on Feb 15, 2010 21:47:40 GMT -5
It seemed abnormal for him not to have the name of the person who said that quote and it was a familiar one, but as she thought about it, she couldn't come up with it either, or much of anything else. "I forget that one too." Right now, she was thinking about quotes or creating quotes on eyes. My eyes are an ocean in which my dreams are reflected. Right now, she hoped that her eyes were reflecting something her mind wasn't comprehending.
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Post by Silver Blackwood on Feb 16, 2010 0:24:59 GMT -5
Silver hardly paid attention to the part of his mind that was sifting through the fog after the author of that quote, a search that faded rapidly. Did it matter? She couldn't remember either, and her eyes were so green. She hadn't looked away, hadn't gotten flustered, and for all the strange intimacy of the moment, why didn't it feel awkward? The part of him that had given up that search sent out feelers into the nearby area, but all it found was a cool breeze, a warm sun, and the steady earth beneath them. It was so easy to forget there was anyone else that might walk by, so easy to get caught up in the moment and forget any consequences of such an impulsive decision. Silver leaned closer, and his gaze dropped of its own volition to her lips, his own parting slightly in a question that words couldn't ask.
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Post by Willow Wenlock on Feb 16, 2010 0:53:06 GMT -5
A cool breeze wafted over Willow's now flushed face, and when Silver's eyes dropped, her pulse raced. It shouldn't have felt like this, she'd been kissed before. Once or twice, at Beauxbatons, but it hadn't meant anything. She'd been a lot younger, and they'd been French, and...just not this. She felt like this was her first kiss, nervous where she hadn't been moments before. Not flustered, she knew what she wanted, but anticipating what was happening, what was unfolding, like she would turning the page to a new chapter of a book. At least part of her was trying, the other part of her was leaning that last bit of the way into Silver, her lips mirroring his parted ones, and settling against his lips, not timidly soft, but not aggressively hard either.
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Post by Silver Blackwood on Feb 16, 2010 11:13:35 GMT -5
It felt so right, and the nerves Silver had felt every other time he'd kissed or been kissed were strangely absent. His mind let go, easily making way for the shift of his lips against Willow's, the pleasure and relief of it, and the instinctual motion. He abandoned his books and one large, warm hand settled lightly along the soft ledge of Willow's jaw. He didn't over-think, didn't think at all as he moved his lips against hers, then parted them further to initiate more.
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Post by Willow Wenlock on Feb 16, 2010 11:26:51 GMT -5
Was it this easy to get lost in a kiss, Willow allowed herself to wonder for a moment, as her mind laid everything aside. Never before had she allowed her mind to stop analyzing, but Silver wasn't leaving her that room. When his hand laid against her jaw, she felt infinitely feminine. When his lips parted against hers, her body warmed, her blood rushed, and her mind was floating. Willow allowed her own hand to move, slipping into the hair on the right side of his head, her lips following his lead deepening the kiss.
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Post by Silver Blackwood on Feb 16, 2010 11:51:01 GMT -5
It didn't once occur to Silver to stop the kiss. He enjoyed kissing quite a bit and the longer he did it, the more he wanted to. The feel of Willow's hand in his hair was strange, but not unpleasant, and he took that as a sign that he could touch hers as well. It was soft, and he could feel the silky waves part for his fingers. He would gladly, eagerly, kiss her for the rest of the afternoon if she'd let him get away with it, deepening the kiss bit by bit until it tempted him toward more than a kiss.
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Post by Willow Wenlock on Feb 16, 2010 12:18:19 GMT -5
The growth of intensity between them was intoxicating, and powerful. Willow didn't want it to end, but neither did she want something that could be blooming to halt it's growth in the path of such intense brilliance. Like a plant, a friendship or relationship could not stand if everything was exposed in the beginning, leaving no excitement for later. Slowly, with hesitancy in every lingering touch of her lips, Willow allowed herself to pull away by a few inches. She couldn't stop touching him, so her fingers tucked a few strands of his hair behind his ear, so when her eyes fluttered open, she could see more of his face, memorizing the lines of it.
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Post by Silver Blackwood on Feb 16, 2010 13:07:50 GMT -5
Silver was breathless when the kiss ended, breathless and totally devoid of any real thought through the lingering feel of her lips on his. He wanted more, but he was afraid of scaring her off and so he sat, trying to pull his mind into some semblance of order. He'd screwed everything up the last time, and though he still wanted another chance, he didn't want to lose this chance, either. He let the silence linger this time as he opened his eyes, still so close that he could see every lash that rimmed her eyes.
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