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Post by Silver Blackwood on Mar 2, 2010 14:48:11 GMT -5
"Yeah," Silver answered, half distracted by the strange, but not unpleasant, feel of Willow's fingers in his hair. "I mean, if you want to," he amended. It sounded like it, but what if he was wrong? Of course, I want to be your girlfriend, she'd said. His lips curved softly as he tried to wrap his mind around Willow being his girlfriend. He really hadn't known her very long, but he liked talking to her as much as anything else. He tried not to think about the rest and risk willingly setting aside his self-control again.
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Post by Willow Wenlock on Mar 2, 2010 14:58:35 GMT -5
Willow, who almost never felt blushing and awkward was feeling all of those things right now. She slid her other hand from Silver's back, and found one of his arms, moving it from her hip and sliding her hand along his, threading her fingers into his own. "So. I'm your girlfriend. And you're my boyfriend." It sounded foreign on her tongue and she wanted to use it to get used to it.
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Post by Silver Blackwood on Mar 2, 2010 16:17:18 GMT -5
"So," Silver echoed, smiling. "You're my girlfriend." He was flushed with heat that he was sure Willow could feel, partly the same blushing, awkward feeling she had and partly the desire to kiss her. Was it official if he didn't? Haven't you kissed her enough? he asked himself. He decided that no, he hadn't, and that if he just kissed her a little, it would be fine. Just one kiss. He leaned close, hesitating at the thought that it might be too soon. "She kissed me, and my mouth wrote a poem of welcome to her lips," he whispered.
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Post by Willow Wenlock on Mar 2, 2010 16:25:37 GMT -5
Although it wasn't fully true, in this moment it was, as Willow's head turned back to Silver, her eyes meeting his. His words penetrated through a haze after the words my girlfriend passed through his lips. "Kisses are a better fate than wisdom," she whispered as she moved her own lips the rest the distance to his, and softly kissed him. She really did like kissing him, she thought as her soft lips met his, warm smooth lips, knowing how they had gotten so warm.
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Post by Silver Blackwood on Mar 2, 2010 20:17:50 GMT -5
The flicker of recognition of that quote was faint in the back of Silver's mind. He knew the poem, but why think when he could return this soft kiss? My blood approves... The words floated somewhere in the ether of his thoughts as he parted his lips against hers. Somehow the kiss didn't get out of control this time, and when it ended he smiled. He couldn't think of a word to say, but maybe words were superfluous here.
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Post by Willow Wenlock on Mar 2, 2010 20:42:28 GMT -5
It had been late when Willow had headed to the library, and probably later when Silver had shown up. The noises in the castle had quieted to night noises, no more scuffling or laughter, just the silent noises drifting from the grounds, the eerie silence of a hall filled with nothing more than light. As Silver pulled away from her, her fingers still threaded with his, her own smile turned into a chuckle, "do you know how late it is? We should probably head back to the Ravenclaw common room before a prefect comes by and docks us." Her other hand slid close to his face, loathe to leave the sanctity and the perfection of this moment. Boyfriend.
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Post by Silver Blackwood on Mar 2, 2010 22:04:26 GMT -5
Silver blinked at the thought, one he almost lost at the feel of Willow's hand moving against him. It was strange being touched so much, and though he liked it quite a bit, he thought it was going to take some time getting used to it. Somehow he remembered and brought his hand regretfully away from her waist to dig his pocket watch out of his jeans. He flipped open the cover, glanced at the time, then snapped it closed. "Yeah, it's late," he confirmed, chuckling lightly. He tucked it back into his pocket and looked down the corridor, gathering his nerves. He glanced down at Willow and tugged lightly at her hand. Let's walk.
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Post by Willow Wenlock on Mar 2, 2010 22:32:12 GMT -5
With a small smile at the implied intimacy of their hands pressed together, Willow followed Silver, her feet tracing stones that would eventually lead back to the Ravenclaw tower. "There is an immeasurable distance between late and too late." It felt late, but tonight seemed like it existed between the land of late and too late. A stolen moment that if Willow took a moment to breathe and remember would disappear in a moment.
It didn't occur to her that she rarely saw Silver on campus outside of classes, as though he was a ghost on campus. Instead of thinking of logistics, she thought only of getting to share her thoughts, her quips, new quotes and stories with him, and if she was lucky she would get to hold his hand as he let her read his poetry, maybe even write some for her.
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Post by Silver Blackwood on Mar 2, 2010 23:21:36 GMT -5
The walk back to Ravenclaw Tower was mostly comfortable and they didn't get stopped by anyone, so it didn't take too long. Silver regretted that fact as they gave the door their answers and slipped into the Common Room. Along the way he'd remembered the time in a greater sense than how long until they'd have to part for sleep, and he hadn't wanted to bring it up. He still didn't, but there wasn't any time left.
"Um, Willow?" he asked, hating that it never got easier to do this. "I like... I'm going to be out of school for a while. I like, have to see a Healer, it's nothing contagious or anything, but like... a week..." He didn't want to go. He'd done the same when he'd gotten with Dru and when he'd gotten back, she'd been kissing Chase. "If you like, don't want to be with me until I get back, I'd understand."
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Post by Willow Wenlock on Mar 2, 2010 23:29:04 GMT -5
After the walk, her hand pressed firmly against his, her heart fluttering at the feeling of being with Silver, of the word that they had added to kissing, these words felt like she had run head first into a brick wall. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to control an urge to shiver at his words, healer, week, not contagious. It was to familiar, to hauntingly familiar, but Silver didn't look sick didn't look like her father had those last few weeks.
It took a moment to compose herself, as she turned her eyes up to Silver, their normal dancing green settled to a dark contemplative green. "We just...of course I won't, " what was it, breaking up for a week, "not be with you while you're gone." That would be like leaving someone because they were going on vacation. "You're not sick are you?" Honest, but not completely upfront, she'd watched it happen though, wasn't sure if he was sick like that she could handle it. Watching had been hell, but not knowing until the end had been worse.
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Post by Silver Blackwood on Mar 2, 2010 23:45:03 GMT -5
Silver couldn't risk a glance up at Willow, so he looked resolutely toward the dying fire sputtering in the fireplace. He hated this. He'd never felt like he had to talk about it before. He wished he could use the homework excuse, but that didn't work for long. "Not really sick, it's just..." People never asked what it was, and he was a crap liar. He didn't know what to say!
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Post by Willow Wenlock on Mar 2, 2010 23:49:57 GMT -5
Willow wanted to believe him, he looked healthy, everything about what they had done seemed healthy. He was laying in his bed wishing for the end to come so he wasn't so tired, but Willow hadn't known about her Dad until right before it happened. His letters had seemed fine, everything had seemed fine, until it hadn't been anymore. Willow slipped her other hand against the one that was carrying the books he had dropped earlier, just against the back of his hand.
"If you're sick, please tell me." She looked towards his eyes, even though he wasn't looking at her. "My dad. He died of cancer a couple years ago, they didn't tell me until right before..." she couldn't examine it to much, tried not to think back to it, and still didn't know how to deal with it and her mother most days.
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Post by Silver Blackwood on Mar 2, 2010 23:54:10 GMT -5
Silver looked up at that, and he felt guilty for the pretense he was putting up. "I'm not sick," he told her. "I'm not dying or anything. And I'm sorry about your dad." His gaze dropped. What had they told people at school? It had been years now. "It's more like a condition," he said and glanced up hopefully. "I'm fine, really. I promise." He was fine.
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Post by Willow Wenlock on Mar 2, 2010 23:58:35 GMT -5
It wasn't fine what happened to her dad, but her reflex was to murmur a soft it's fine, really as she looked up at him. Willow knew that hearing that he had a condition was scary possibly because of her father, but he didn't appear worried. So she would play along, and hope if it was serious, he told her before to long, before to much had happened and there wasn't a way out anymore.
In the meantime, she knew she couldn't live life thinking that his would be over soon. He might in fact be being honest, might just need to go away, like some people needed, for better air for their lungs, or moods. "Just promise me, that you won't get a new girlfriend while you're gone," she said softly, the tease lighting up her eyes a bit, drawing the seriousness back to a darker place where it would stay for now.
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Post by Silver Blackwood on Mar 3, 2010 0:10:22 GMT -5
Silver gave a self-conscious chuckle, but shook his head. "It won't happen," he promised, and made himself squeeze her hand lightly in reassurance. There wasn't a chance that he'd be meeting anyone, even if he wanted to try. "So, like, I'm sorry, and thank you," he tried, lifting his gaze to look at her again. He felt like he should try to escape to the boys' dorm now, but he didn't know how to say goodbye without it feeling awkward or unfinished.
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