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Post by Savannah Brooks on Sept 12, 2010 10:35:43 GMT -5
Vannah's shoulders relaxed and shook as she let out another burst of giggles. It was a different, foreign feeling. Almost like she was happy, or at least content. She had forgotten about humanity and all of its suckiness for those few brief moments and it was bliss. In the past two years, Vannah hadn't been able to let go until now. Her giggles died down and her smile faded. "It really does." She said softly, with a heavy sigh.
Vannah brought her eyes up and searched his face, wondering what on earth humanity could do to such a kind and gentle face. She bit her lip, figuring if she opened her mouth just yet the words that came out wouldn't make any sense. It was curious how out of all the people who had tried to help her, everyone she had pushed away, she found the most comfort with a complete stranger who wasn't even trying to help her. Maybe that was enough to pull her closer. She wanted to feel like that again. Like she was happy, like she had screwed humanity over, like she was free.
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Post by Silver Blackwood on Sept 14, 2010 20:30:59 GMT -5
Silver couldn't have said what the tension in the air was from as he looked at Savannah. He still felt that freedom he always felt out here, but now, somehow it felt less like the world had died off, leaving him alone, and more like the world had simply shrunk down to the clearing and the trees around them. It felt less open and more intimate.
At that thought, he forced his gaze away. If there was anything he didn't need, it was any kind of intimacy with any girl. Even imagined intimacy. He still hadn't forgotten how near-psychotic Celyn had been when she'd seen him with Willow. He felt horrible for having kissed her after he'd meant to see Celyn again, but they'd met once, however intense that first meeting had been. What had happened with Willow had just happened.
These were the thoughts he came out here to escape from. He didn't want to wonder how many of the choices he'd made would go wrong. For the moment, he was silent, unable to think of a thing to say.
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Post by Savannah Brooks on Sept 19, 2010 20:25:14 GMT -5
Savannah’s eyes dropped, searching the ground for nothing in particular except for a distraction. Her eyes swept over the tops of her dirt-stained sneakers, to her jagged fingernails, to the now-dull silver ring she wore on her right hand. She used to actually care about what she looked like. The old Savannho would never have let herself out in public looking like the mess she was.
It was a curious thing that Savannah was even worried about her appearance now, after all these years. There was something about Silver that did that to her. Not only was she self-conscious about how she looked, she was also surprisingly calm around him. She didn’t feel like curling up into a ball and she didn’t get that jittery nervous feeling she normally got when she was so close to anyone, especially a guy. For once she didn’t have her wand at reach, in case the guy would try to attack her. Savannah leaned in, reaching her fingers up to press against the back of his neck, and before she could second guess what she was doing, she pressed her lips against his.
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Post by Silver Blackwood on Sept 19, 2010 20:49:45 GMT -5
Maybe he'd been thinking about it before it happened. Maybe his gaze had dropped to her lips more than once, and maybe he'd imagined what it would be like to have their lips warm against each other, but he wouldn't have done it. No matter how intense the urge might have gotten, he wouldn't have, and he told himself that in those first moments that his curiosity had been satisfied.
God, he wanted to kiss her back! He wanted so many things he couldn't have, not with Willow. His lips shifted against Savannah's despite his admonitions, and a little voice whispered that he hadn't seen Willow in five months. Almost half a year. Were letters enough to constitute a relationship when they'd been together face-to-face for only a matter of weeks? No, the voice whispered.
His brows drew tightly together, thought fading as he struggled to hold onto it, and to himself. He pulled away with a gasp, desperate to go on, though he couldn't. He couldn't justify it to himself, not when he was still with Willow. Willow, whose silver hair he could recall better than her voice.
"I can't," he whispered, searching Savannah's eyes. "Not today," he pleaded. "I need time." He prayed that she would understand, that she wouldn't think he was rejecting her. He needed to come to terms with things, and if he was going to write to Willow, to send her an owl ending their relationship, he couldn't make the decision when he was with someone else.
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Post by Savannah Brooks on Sept 19, 2010 21:09:20 GMT -5
A confused look crossed over Savannah’s face. Her lips were tingling where moment ago she felt his warm lips against hers and she could have sworn he had kissed her back, although that may have just been her imagination clouded by her eagerness to kiss him. At first she couldn’t find the words to say. All she could think about that kiss and how good it felt. How maybe this was what she was supposed to feel like with Ryan, if anyone, and how she couldn’t find herself able to feel anything for Ryan. Not anymore, not now.
“T-time?” Savannah repeated as every hint of confusion in her facial expression translated into the tone of her voice. Had she done something wrong? She had given herself enough time. Or at least as of about two minutes ago she decided that she gave herself enough time. She convinced herself that if she waited all this time, she could wait a little longer. Maybe it was better to wait…what if she wasn’t ready yet?
Savannah sat back again, her confused expression relaxing a little. “Oh. Um, okay.” She said a little slowly. She had to remind herself that he was out there for the same reason that she was: to get away. She wondered what he needed to get away from, why he was really out there, and she assumed whatever it was also had something to do with why he ‘needed time.’ Her cheeks turned a rosy color as she dropped her gaze. How could she be such an idiot? He probably saw her name in the Prophet, heard the rumors. He probably ‘needed time’ to find away to get away from her. After all, who would want to be alone in a forest with a psychob~ such as herself? “I should probably…er…go.” She said moving to get up. She would make it easier on him and just leave.
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Post by Silver Blackwood on Sept 19, 2010 21:33:23 GMT -5
"No, please," Silver said. He reached out, and on impulse, caught her hand in the warmth of his own. "I like you, I do, I just... it's too soon. I like talking to you." It sounded pathetic, even to his own ears, but something was holding him back from just admitting he had a girlfriend. People didn't always kiss the first time they met someone they liked. Maybe she'd just think he was shy, and forgive him.
"A week," he said. "Just give me a week." He'd write to Willow. He'd think about it tonight and tomorrow, when his head was clear, he'd write to Willow, whatever his decision.
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Post by Savannah Brooks on Sept 19, 2010 21:52:53 GMT -5
"A...week." Savannah repeated slowly. A week for what? She wanted to ask. They had only just met and he had already said that he liked her. She could feel her guard slowly going back up, wondering if she was rushing into something the same way she did with everything else. Or at least every other pathetic excuse for a relationship she had been in. Maybe a week was good. Maybe a week gave them enough time to think, to cool off.
Maybe she didn't want to have to wait a week. Maybe she liked talking to him as much as he admitted he liked talking to her. When he grabbed her hand, she nearly melted. It was a kind gesture, gentle, and foreign. It had been a long time since a guy had done something as simple and as sweet as grab her hand. She didn't want to wait a full week. She wanted to know why they had to wait a full week, but she reminded herself that maybe if she waited it out it would be worth it. Then if he felt like talking about whatever was holding him up he could. She wasn't exactly in the mood to uncover her past right now, so why would she expect him to? Silver seemed like he was worth waiting for. Mostly he seemed like no other guy she had encountered before, which was perfect.
"One week." Savannah agreed with a slight nod. She slipped her hand out of his reluctantly. "I'll see you around." She looking into those mossy green eyes one last time before disappearing through the trees.
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Post by Silver Blackwood on Sept 20, 2010 0:11:07 GMT -5
Silver watched Savannah go with creased brows. He felt the similarity to his meeting with Celyn, that brief connection and the promise for more, but he refused to let it be the same. Celyn was a different girl, and Savannah appealed to a completely different part of him.
He sat for some time after she'd gone, listening to the sounds of the forest, and eventually writing. The poems came slowly this time, but they came, and when he was finished, when he had nothing left to say to the parchment, he packed up his things and went back to the castle.
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