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Post by Willow Wenlock on Oct 11, 2010 13:34:07 GMT -5
In the days since she had been back, Willow had yet to run into Silver. If she did, she still hadn’t decided what she wanted to say, or do. The conundrum left her feeling rather lonely, as though she had lost her closest friend. The feeling reminiscent of when her father had died, an empty space living inside of her, a space that had once been filled with laughter, friendship, and covert touches. She hadn’t wanted to give that up, still didn’t want to abandon hope that it could be recovered.
Silver’s letter however, was what was causing her pause. Willow didn’t know what it meant, and to someone who never had a problem in class, not understanding something was perhaps what was causing her to struggle with this the most. After a few days of living in her own head she was tired of the questions and the confusion that was centering around this issue in her life. It was causing her to lose sight of who she was. Besides, what was the use of struggling internally with these issues? If she ran into Silver they could talk about it then. Until that moment, she needed to focus on things that boosted her sense of self. Maybe in doing that the answer to other things would begin to unfold and she would have a sense of direction with which to address Silver.
So acting in accord with things that boosted her mood she had headed out for a bit of shopping. A small smile curved her lips as her hand settled against the door and she walked into the jewelry shop in Hogsmeade with a jaunt in her step. Her mother called it retail therapy, there was something about trying on clothes and things that made a girl look beautiful that helped soothe the pain away. It wasn’t a jaded activity, selfish, or only for snobs. It just…boosted a girl’s mood to look pretty.
Thinking about past cultures, Willow was happy for the fashions that women were allowed today. Had she lived in a different time, this outing might not have been a luxury she could have enjoyed. Willow didn’t shop very often, but considering the impact of what drove her to the stores today, she was going to splurge just a bit. After a summer in Egyptian tombs, she had thought she was desensitized to jewelry, the baubles of everyday paled when looking at those ancient trophies of wealth and position. Still as she waited for her eyes to adjust from the lighting outside, to the lighting inside she was awed by what she saw.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Oct 11, 2010 17:33:24 GMT -5
Emilian hadn't been having a good week in general, and even picking on Dare had just turned against him instead of helping. He might have overlooked the new customer until he realized that there was a youthful face beneath the flowing silver hair. An eyebrow raised and he moved from his place behind the counter after taking a look over her. "I don't believe you've ever come here before," he said, giving his warmest smile. "If you need any help, feel free to ask."
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Post by Willow Wenlock on Oct 11, 2010 17:47:00 GMT -5
As her eyes fully adjusted, Willow heard a deep voice from the direction of the counter. Her gaze swung away from shiny baubles towards the man behind the counter. A wide smile spread over her features, lighting her deep green eyes. "I have to admit, looking around your store, I wish that I had come in earlier." The fall breeze from outside had brightened the natural color on her cheeks, tousled her hair just a bit, and standing in front of this man she felt the need to smooth it down a bit with her fingers.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Oct 11, 2010 18:08:21 GMT -5
Emilian's smile widened and he nodded. "Are you looking for anything in particular? Or do you want me to just set you up?" One of the few things he was good at that he could show off was dealing with the things in his shop. He had always been good at it, it was one of the reasons he didn't really mind the shop all too much. "I could see you..." he started, looking her over. "With a white leather choker, or some pearls maybe."
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Post by Willow Wenlock on Oct 11, 2010 18:15:31 GMT -5
Had she had a plan with her purchases? "I was thinking about something for my hair." She chuckled, because it was so easy to see the rest of what he was suggesting. "But I will defer judgement to you. Possibly because that choker sounds interesting." Not something she would have picked out for herself, but a moment thinking about it and it settled in a not unpleasing way.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Oct 11, 2010 18:40:09 GMT -5
Emilian nodded and moved over to a display of his more earthy materials. "Here is the choker," he said, pulling out a simple white one with a ring that could hold charms, which sat in another case. "If you want something for your hair, you need something...black, I think, to stand out. You have gorgeous hair, if I may say so." He hadn't had a chance like this in a long time, most of the females that came through his door were older women.
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Post by Willow Wenlock on Oct 11, 2010 18:43:23 GMT -5
Willow couldn't help the blush that crept onto her face, though her bind blown cheeks hid most of it. "You may." She let her lips curve into a small smile, "it's my favorite asset." Had that come out as more than she'd intended? Here she was smiling over an admittedly handsome man that was paying her compliments, why shouldn't she take them. She struggled to train her eyes on the jewelry in the display he was pointing to.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Oct 11, 2010 20:09:29 GMT -5
"It's an asset to be proud of," Emilian agreed, letting his eyes linger for a few moments too long before he turned his attention back to the choker. "Do you want me to put this on?" he asked, unclasping the tiny hook in the back and holding it up for her. It would give him plenty of opportunity for innocent touching.
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Post by Willow Wenlock on Oct 11, 2010 20:21:27 GMT -5
It startled Willow a moment that he was asking her to put the necklace on. It wasn't the gesture that startled her, but rather the fact that she had been lost in a thought about the compliment he had paid to her. "Alright," she said, the first part coming out a bit roughly, before she recovered. What she was feeling was different than what she'd felt with Silver. With Silver, it had been innocent, right, and very personal. She was sure that the flush she felt from his flattery, was not reciprocated, he was obviously an attractive man, and probably had a few girlfriends hanging around.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Oct 11, 2010 20:31:43 GMT -5
Yes, this was completely innocent. Walking up behind her and brushing the long, wavy hair from her neck was completely innocent. As a matter of fact, it was entirely necessary in order to help her out as a customer. That he got to brush his hand across her soft skin was just an added bonus, and with his still-stiff, scarred hand, he was able to stay back longer than normal to work the tiny clasp. "How tight do you want it? It might be too big for you."
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Post by Willow Wenlock on Oct 11, 2010 22:01:16 GMT -5
"Not to tight. I don't like things that constrict." It didn't occur to Willow that the words could mean anything other than they came out. While the vernacular of everyday students was something she could pull off, sexual innuendo was outside of her experience. Other than that what she said was usually what she meant at surface value, it seemed better to be correct and forward in her statements.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Oct 11, 2010 22:29:46 GMT -5
Emilian smiled and clasped the necklace firmly around her neck, but with more than enough room for her to breathe safely. Then he took the time to settle her hair back around her shoulders. His hands settled lightly on her shoulders just long enough to direct her to a mirror. "I think it looks stunning," he said, looking at her over her shoulder through the mirror.
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Post by Willow Wenlock on Oct 12, 2010 18:21:36 GMT -5
A direct compliment from a handsome man. Willow allowed herself a wide grin as she gently touched the white leather around her neck. "You are a magnificent craftsman," she said, the white leather accentuated the tan she'd brought back from Egypt, yet played with the light and reflection in her hair. "How did you pick something so perfect for me, so quickly," she asked.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Oct 12, 2010 21:06:24 GMT -5
Emilian didn't point out that the things in the store were not made by him, though he hand picked the majority of it. "I'm good at many things," he said, smiling at her through the mirror. "Picking out jewelry just happens to be one o them." A hand moved up to brush hair behind her shoulder to show the piece off a little more.
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Post by Willow Wenlock on Oct 12, 2010 21:23:00 GMT -5
The casual brush of his hand made a shiver go down her spine, akin to what she'd felt with Silver. In this instance though she could only imagine that she was mixing signals. Feeling flustered because she wasn't sure what the signals were, in her own limited previous encounters they had been blatantly obvious, she spoke without thinking. "What other things are you good at?" If Willow had been more experienced it might have felt like a spider spinning a very fine, nearly invisible web.
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