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Post by Willow Wenlock on Feb 16, 2010 13:41:38 GMT -5
The silence wasn't awkward for Willow, it was rather as though time had slowed to a single moment as she watched Silver's eyes open. The varying shades of green were intoxicating, like watching spring unfold into the summer and the summer into the fall, all shades of seasons present. "A kiss 'Tis a secret told to the mouth instead of to the ear." She couldn't help saying it, not out of nerves, but because it felt true, and because she couldn't help it, she leaned in closer to Silver again, letting her lips brush against his, affording him the opportunity to back away if he wanted it.
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Post by Silver Blackwood on Feb 16, 2010 14:10:10 GMT -5
Edmond Rostand, Silver thought vaguely, though even that had soon passed from his mind. She'd kissed him, sort of, and that was enough invitation for him. It wasn't until it started to be too much that he finally made an effort to rein himself in. Kissing was amazing, touching her hair or the soft skin of her cheek was incredible, but he couldn't have more, and it took a herculean effort to pull back. "Rostand," he said softly, but automatically.
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Celyn Corvus
Ravenclaw 
6th Year
Creativity isn't my talent; it's my sin.
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Post by Celyn Corvus on Feb 16, 2010 15:06:51 GMT -5
She was going to just stay in, just watch as crowds of students walked in and out of the school. Some students passed by her in the common rooms countless times and she still hadn’t budged from the wing arm chair in the corner of the common room. Her sketches were a bit off today as she flipped through the pages and stopped at one. His eyes were staring back at her, the emotions reflecting the one who inspired her to draw this particular figure. So far, it was the only recent work that she added so much detail into, unlike the lifeless ones she made the previous night.
They were going to ‘sleep’ on it and Celyn hadn’t done much sleeping at all. How long had it been? A day, two perhaps? Maybe even more, but she had lost count and had just stayed glued to certain places around the school. Standing up, she finally decided it was best if she stretched her legs and had a nice long walk outside. It was probably empty with the occasional ‘brave souls’ willing to beat the cold and still enjoy the day.
It wasn’t long before she was finally outside and exclaimed a sigh of relief. It wasn’t crowded or stuffy outside; the clear air filled her lungs and she was able to continue on with a clearer head. Off in the distance she saw two figures; one whose face was hidden and the other one facing away from her. She could barely make out that they were in a heated kiss and she didn’t want to disturb that, but she still wanted to get to the edge of the forest. Celyn would just continue on and ignore the two maybe if she walked fast and with as little noise as possible she wouldn’t distract the two.
With her head bowed she neared the couple, keeping off a good distance. Raising her head just a little, she paused with widened eyes as it dawned on her who it was. The two didn’t have their lips locked together, but the aura given off was more than just ‘friendly’.
Her fist balled when it dawned on her that he was just as deprived of sleep as she probably was, but for different reasons. How stupid was she to believe him, to consider the thought that maybe just maybe there was a chance to repent for what happened last time. Celyn may have not been the most intelligent Ravenclaw outwardly, but she was not a fool. “Silver…” her tone was not one of an accusation, nor was it antagonistic, but there was a hint of acknowledgment of the situation and perhaps… betrayal?
To just walk off would have been the better option; she seemed to be good at that. Yet, she stayed rooted to the spot, maybe she could pretend that she had just greeted an old friend, no point in turning this into an awkward moment, but she couldn’t bring herself to wave and continue moving, she was rooted to the spot eyes barely registering the silver haired girl, only seeing her as an object that brought upon a feeling of displeasure. |
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Post by Willow Wenlock on Feb 16, 2010 16:59:55 GMT -5
Silver's comment had made her smile, even as her nerves were still twitching in different and new ways. Willow was going to comment on how Rostand had been the author of Cyrano de Bergerac, one of her favorite playwrights from France, whose work she'd occasioned to see on stage while she was living there, when a voice penetrated the bubble that had been created between Silver and herself. It was just his name, so she almost thought she had said it softly herself. If there hadn't been a slight shift on the grass beside them, she might have ignored it as her own words. Instead she turned her face slightly up towards the voice.
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Post by Silver Blackwood on Feb 16, 2010 17:23:26 GMT -5
Silver barely heard the sound of his name, but the tone was more than enough to get his attention, and he blinked off as much of the fog around his brain as he could before looking over his shoulder. His eyes widened as the rest of the fog died and guilt rose up, along with a wave of confusion that shone in his eyes. Celyn.
They'd parted on decent terms, but he hadn't seen her since, and he hadn't been at all sure of his footing even then. Celyn wasn't the kind of girl who liked a guy like him, she was way out of his league, and maybe that was part of why after however long it had been he'd figured that most of what had happened between them was his vivid imagination. The look on her face said that it wasn't, and that he'd just stepped in a massive metaphorical pile of hippogriff dung.
He wanted to tell himself that they'd only kissed, but he wasn't the kind of guy who could just kiss someone and walk away without feeling anything. He hadn't forgotten any of the admittedly few kisses he'd had up until this point, and he wasn't going to suddenly turn into the player he currently felt like. He didn't want to hurt anyone, but he was afraid it was already too late. What in hell could he do to fix this?
"Hi, um, Celyn, this is Willow..." I just met her, too. What was wrong with him?
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Celyn Corvus
Ravenclaw
6th Year
Creativity isn't my talent; it's my sin.
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Post by Celyn Corvus on Feb 16, 2010 23:43:59 GMT -5
Her eyes flickered to the girl, pausing momentarily on the halo of silver hair. Silver, her jaw tightened as her eyes trailed away from the girl who she would attempt to ignore for until she left, which was now. But how was she supposed to just move?
Celyn barely managed to catch the name, but it had unmistakeably made her more annoyed. "I don't recall asking." her tone remained the same, but it had a rougher sound than before, she wasn't going to be sweet, sincere or break down, that wasn't like her. If he expected her to walk away and talk away from this girl, he had another thing coming.
Celyn didn't understand why she was feeling this way. It had only been a one day thing and it seemed to mean nothing to him, she could tell him she didn't need and explanation, but there was something telling her she had to deal with this right now.
How long had these two known each other? Maybe they had been together much before the exchange she had with Silver in the common room, but why couldn't she just move on with that idea and believe that their kiss was just a mistake? Because it wasn't an accident to you... |
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Post by Willow Wenlock on Feb 17, 2010 9:46:36 GMT -5
Still a bit behind, due to slow returning brain functions, Willow hadn't picked up on the girl's name, but the ending part, ---yn something. She had thought to herself if she waited a moment, it might be repeated, but when the girl blatantly returned Silver's introduction with a distancing remark that was, in Willow's opinion designed to cut either herself or Silver, she was more than a bit confused.
Confused, nonplussed, and a bit upset. What had she done to this girl to deserve a shrug off like that? She understood that yes, it was common for people to dismiss her, between her books, or the fact that she rarely was truly investing in sports or things of that popular nature. But this girl standing in front of her didn't know any of that. All she knew was that she was sitting next to Silver, one of his notebooks still someplace between her hands and the ground next to her.
She thought about a snarky one lined quip, but had trouble recouping her mind enough to think of one as witty and as snarky as she would like it. "Do you suppose I could buy back my introduction to you?” It was the best that she could do in the given situation, Groucho Marx, not the friendliest quote in the world, but she was feeling a bit burned.
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Post by Silver Blackwood on Feb 17, 2010 10:23:51 GMT -5
If Silver had felt cowed by Celyn's response, the addition of Willow's nearly made him wince. He didn't want them at each other's throats because he'd been a hormone-led idiot. He refused to admit to himself whether he would take back either girl's kiss on the grounds that he didn't want to know exactly how hormone-led he was. "I... um, do you want to talk?" he asked Celyn hesitantly. Maybe he could apologize to her profusely. Maybe they could figure things out, and he could talk to Willow about everything later. He could get this all straightened out and they'd feel better for it. The idea held more hope than expectation.
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Celyn Corvus
Ravenclaw
6th Year
Creativity isn't my talent; it's my sin.
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Post by Celyn Corvus on Feb 17, 2010 10:59:55 GMT -5
Celyn wasn't here to fight with a person whom she barely knew, this wasn't about this Willow girl, but about Silver. Celyn turned to the girl very gently, she felt the simplest response was always the best. "Feel free." the emphasis on the word was a hint to the girl that she was feeling apathetic towards her. Celyn knew that quote wasn't the friendliest, but it didn't really affect as much as it should have, maybe because at that moment she was focused on Silver.
It took her a moment before responding to his question; lips pressed together firmly. Would she accept his offer and just allow him to serenade her with apologies or whatever it was he had in mind? "Talking requires a dialogue and I don't believe I have anything to say that you'd care to hear, about this..." she flicked her hand to indicate the two of them. "...but if you want to explain I'm all ears." her tone was heavy with contempt, but there was hurt and she couldn't hide that. How could she be such an idiot. |
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Post by Willow Wenlock on Feb 17, 2010 11:21:52 GMT -5
Still feeling out of the loop, Willow turned to look at Silver, "I don't know what's going on. Perhaps, it's best if I leave the two of you alone." Whatever was happening, the other girl had made it more than clear that it wasn't for her, and that she was intruding. It felt like she was intruding, even though, it was the other girl that was the intruder on the conversation.
For Silver alone, she handed him back his binder, and flashed him a small smile. She couldn't help but feel a bit warm inside still, and wished that she wasn't leaving. "I truly enjoyed getting to read this Silver. Perhaps you will allow me the chance again in the future." She turned to her satchel, and to pry the pygmy puff off of the tree trunk behind her, where it had gnawed a little hole. "How lucky I am to have something that makes saying good-bye so hard." And anonymous author, but a quote that encompassed everything she was feeling, from her thoughts on his work, his mind, and what had just happened.
For the girl, she just had a brief nod, "it was, interesting," she said as she stood and adjusted her satchel at her hip. The pygmy puff had started to burrow for her lunch bag, and Willow wished she'd thought to bring enough for both of them, not just herself, or rather the pygmy puff. She turned one last time to Silver, and waved, that soft smile still on her face, and her thoughts about him creating dancing shimmers in her eyes. As she turned to walk away, her hair caught the light as she passed, and a soft breeze carried the stubborn strands of hair around her face in a silver halo.
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Post by Silver Blackwood on Feb 17, 2010 11:35:55 GMT -5
Silver had been certain that Willow would storm off, but somehow he'd gotten one last quote and she'd smiled at him. He was even more confused than ever, considering how angry Celyn seemed to be. He felt lucky that he wasn't getting slapped. He decided that it would probably be better if he never kissed another girl who wasn't his girlfriend again, though he'd have to figure out later how he'd get a girlfriend without even kissing her. Wasn't that required?
Silver caught his mind wandering and pulled his eyes up from where Willow had left. He suddenly felt very uncomfortable sitting with Celyn and her balled fist standing over him. He began scrambling to collect his books and stuff them into his bag. "I... I haven't seen you around," he said, trying for conversation. He wasn't entirely sure what he wasn't understanding, but it was obviously something.
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Celyn Corvus
Ravenclaw
6th Year
Creativity isn't my talent; it's my sin.
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Post by Celyn Corvus on Feb 17, 2010 12:05:07 GMT -5
Celyn almost snorted in amusement as the girl managed to snag another quote. It had reminded her of a quote she had read several time He wrapped himself in quotations- as a beggar would enfold himself in the purple of Emperors. -Rudyard Kipling- Celyn wouldn't word this, she had no right and letting the girl go in peace would be the better option; Celyn had nothing against her.
Turning back to Silver as he stood; in that instant did she notice how tall he was, he had been sitting the whole time during their last meeting and she didn't notice it had been her towering over him. Her mind fought against that memory, but it was clawing it's way to the front of her brain and it was only making things worse.
When he spoke, she allowed her fists to relax, they were paper white now, but it had barely registered in her mind how stiff they were and the cold hadn't helped. "Thank you for stating the obvious; would you like to try again?" her tone wasn't cruel and there was no hint of animosity she just wanted him to explain why he would kiss her when he was with another girl. Celyn not being the one to hold back shook her head as if to dispel any comment he would have made. "You could have just stopped me before leading me on. What are you going to tell... your girlfriend?" during the pause she almost flinched, but she should start telling herself from now that it wasn't going to go farther, that the kiss happened because of... well she wasn't sure what but it was just a mistake one anyone could have made. Yet, why did it hurt? |
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Post by Silver Blackwood on Feb 17, 2010 12:27:40 GMT -5
Silver nearly dropped the books he'd just picked up, and if it hadn't been for the swing of hair in his face, the wide-eyed shock would have been highly visible. It took him a moment to remember to breathe and another to turn and actually look at Celyn. "I... she's not my girlfriend," he stammered, then glanced away to shove the last book into his bag. His brows were drawn tightly together as he closed the bag up, heart racing as he tried to think.
"I didn't expect," he tried, gesturing when he couldn't find the right words to describe the impulsively stolen kisses they'd shared. "And I didn't expect..." His hand rose up to rub against the back of his neck and he glanced after Willow. Another impulsive decision, and he couldn't seem to explain either of them, even to himself. He looked at Celyn almost helplessly.
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Celyn Corvus
Ravenclaw
6th Year
Creativity isn't my talent; it's my sin.
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Post by Celyn Corvus on Feb 17, 2010 12:51:10 GMT -5
Celyn exhaled deeply, was she relieved that this girl was not his girlfriend? No, it had only confused her and raised many questions, none pleasant. She ran a hand through her hair, the strands falling back slowly into position. the wind was on her side, keeping her hair away from her her so he could see her. She wanted him to know that it hurt no matter how toughened and raw she could be, it still hurt. "I'm right here, I'm not leaving and I'm not going to rush you so please Silver, tell me what that unexpected moment meant to you?" did he not see that he was only complicating the matter, that she would be satisfied if he could just tell her the truth?
Her mind wandered to their conversation, the one leading up to their kiss and it was as if the world was working towards this moment, that a nostalgic moment would creep up in such a moment. |
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Post by Silver Blackwood on Feb 17, 2010 13:15:37 GMT -5
What did it mean? What was it that she needed to hear? He could tell there was something, and he struggled to find words, to somehow put them together in his mind so he could make sense of them and not make a worse fool of himself than he already had. Did she want to know if he liked her? If so, the answer was an indisputable yes. Did she want to know if he had noble intentions? If that was what she needed, then he'd say yes again. Anything more than that was beyond him, though. He couldn't do it without a quill and parchment.
Silver blinked and looked back down at his bag, muttering a low hold on as he dug for his notebook. He felt like a massive tool for having to do it this way, but how else could he make it work? How else besides stuttering words at her that didn't mean half of what he meant them to?
When his notebook was out, fumbling hands threw back pages, looking for the right one. He'd written several for her, but most of them had been torn out and hidden away. Please don't hate me for making you wait. "Here," he said at last, and turned the book, offering it to Celyn hopefully.
Truth?
What ultimate truth do you seek?
Enlightenment for power?
For pleasure?
For truth?
Truth;
evanescent,
but infinitely sought after
and found only in the moment of the kiss.
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