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Wood'sLittleFlower · 01-10-2011, 02:59 AM

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Originally Posted by BluePhyre

"I cannot get lost after these years," Eirian muttered simply, staring at her feet. Merlin were these school shoes ugly... Why was she wearing them? That wasn't like her... And she didn't even realize it. Neither did Jayce or Thiago... Maybe they already knew she was off? Probably.

Oh, great. In a better place... How many times had she been told that when her mother died, then her father, then her bleeding grandmother? She hated that phrase. It was such a lie. What place was better than the world they were granted life in? "Whatever," Eirian snapped. She hadn't meant for it to be mean, but by Merlin, she was angry at Jayce! And she was angry at life for fleeing from the carcasses of all those she loved. And she was angry at herself for letting it happen. This rage had taken over her so entirely! She couldn't get rid of it for more than the moment she would gaze into the eyes of a friend or her love, the moment that she would see a loving smile meant for her. How was she so engulfed by this minor loss of hers?

Perhaps it was because no one wanted her...

Sighing, the boy turned his partner in crime's hands in his own, tracing her fingers up and down because of how bored he was. He didn't take notice of anything really. If her nails were painted, it would have been news to him. He simply liked the feeling of her soft fingers and palms in his own rough ones. Why? Who knew. He was an odd one.

Wait what? She.. snapped at him? What had he...? Oh, right.. the feast. Merlin, it hadn't been that long ago and he had already put it in the back of his mind. But hey- seeing Thiago wasn't the light of his day. Seeing.. Eirian was. Thiago.. her.. 'Fiance' was totally not on his good side. Was it just because of his relationship with Eiri? That, he didn't understand himself. Blue eyes glancing away from her hands and into her eyes, he let the fall, feeling a little bit like a weirdo for holding onto them for so long. He allowed his eyes to fall again, but this time, to his own hands as he stared at how scarred and tough they were. Going camping had done a number on them, but he didn't mind all that much. It made him look.. tougher somehow. Well, only if you looked at his hands.

The Gryffindor glanced back up to his best friend, unsure of what to say next. Of course, 'sorry; would not be the next word to spill from his mouth.

01-10-2011, 02:59 AM	#21 (permalink)
Wood'sLittleFlower Mooncalf Join Date: Jan 2010 Location: Pawnee Posts: 7,958 Hogwarts RPG Name: Brooks Robertser Gryffindor Graduated	Ern's Walmart Greeter Quote: Originally Posted by BluePhyre "I cannot get lost after these years," Eirian muttered simply, staring at her feet. Merlin were these school shoes ugly... Why was she wearing them? That wasn't like her... And she didn't even realize it. Neither did Jayce or Thiago... Maybe they already knew she was off? Probably. Oh, great. In a better place... How many times had she been told that when her mother died, then her father, then her bleeding grandmother? She hated that phrase. It was such a lie. What place was better than the world they were granted life in? "Whatever," Eirian snapped. She hadn't meant for it to be mean, but by Merlin, she was angry at Jayce! And she was angry at life for fleeing from the carcasses of all those she loved. And she was angry at herself for letting it happen. This rage had taken over her so entirely! She couldn't get rid of it for more than the moment she would gaze into the eyes of a friend or her love, the moment that she would see a loving smile meant for her. How was she so engulfed by this minor loss of hers? Perhaps it was because no one wanted her... Sighing, the boy turned his partner in crime's hands in his own, tracing her fingers up and down because of how bored he was. He didn't take notice of anything really. If her nails were painted, it would have been news to him. He simply liked the feeling of her soft fingers and palms in his own rough ones. Why? Who knew. He was an odd one. Wait what? She.. snapped at him? What had he...? Oh, right.. the feast. Merlin, it hadn't been that long ago and he had already put it in the back of his mind. But hey- seeing Thiago wasn't the light of his day. Seeing.. Eirian was. Thiago.. her.. 'Fiance' was totally not on his good side. Was it just because of his relationship with Eiri? That, he didn't understand himself. Blue eyes glancing away from her hands and into her eyes, he let the fall, feeling a little bit like a weirdo for holding onto them for so long. He allowed his eyes to fall again, but this time, to his own hands as he stared at how scarred and tough they were. Going camping had done a number on them, but he didn't mind all that much. It made him look.. tougher somehow. Well, only if you looked at his hands. The Gryffindor glanced back up to his best friend, unsure of what to say next. Of course, 'sorry; would not be the next word to spill from his mouth. __________________ back on your feet again, lift your head, hold it_h i g h______________________________________________ _____________you wanna run it back but you can't turn the time, you start to feel like you're losing your shine __________________________________but the grass ain't always greener on the_o t h e r_ s i d e