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brave-at-heart-xo · 09-15-2011, 12:37 AM

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Originally Posted by Slitherclaw

Something MIGHT have popped into my head about being famous for writing the first ever play on British Wizarding History. Maybe. A blip. Perhaps a big blip but a blip nonetheless.

So here we were. Sylvester and Cinderella. Placed on opposite sides of a scale. However, here we were, and we were talking. And enjoying it. At least, I was enjoying it. I was enjoying our conversation very much. I inwardly grinned (which is difficult but possible). This time, both of us were in fairly comfortable positions, since we were sitting up instead of half sideways.

I couldn’t help thinking some of the cheesier of my stories. Of the flamboyant songs that made you want to dance and jump around. I felt that, somewhere, someone was playing that really cheesy dance music and I? I really wanted to just jump around. With Cinderella.

Of course, I also wanted coffee, and I’m sure that had nothing to do with music.

I was a little peachy. And she was a little pinky. As in, we were both blushing a little. I’m not sure why. I wasn’t really embarrassed. WAIT. Does blushing come as a result of happiness? I suppose so…Hm. This was food for thought.

“As long as possible.” I repeated. I smiled larger. If that was possible. “Of course…what if I didn’t get caught? At night.” I raised an eyebrow mischievously.

Inches away from each other. It took everything in her not to hug him, or reach for his hand, or touch him at all. There'd be a time for that, or so she was hoping. She looked up at him, just slightly, and smiled. He just did that to her, made her smile just by sitting there. It wasn't anything he said or did, it was just him. Being here. Right now.

She wanted to sing and jump. Just being with him made her want to do that. She might be a theatre kid, but usually, she kept to herself, not drawing attention. But he made her want to jump and just scream. Because she was happy and invincible with him.

His cheeks were tinted with a color, too; not exactly matching her ever-scarlet cheeks, but blushed nonetheless. She wasn't embarrassed, and she hoped he wasn't either? What was it then? Just plain joy. Could you blush from that?

"As long as possible..." She couldn't help but say it again, grinning. It made it more real. Because it was real. And it wasn't like saying forever. She hated when people said forever; because forever is a long time and you can't promise forever. "I suppose if you didn't get caught, then maybe. Maybe you could go see a friend. At night." The mischievousness was in her voice and smile.

09-15-2011, 12:37 AM	#167 (permalink)
brave-at-heart-xo Jarvey Join Date: May 2010 Location: Pennsylvania Posts: 619 Hogwarts RPG Name: Adelyn Grace Bennett-Black Fifth Year	Quote: Originally Posted by Slitherclaw Something MIGHT have popped into my head about being famous for writing the first ever play on British Wizarding History. Maybe. A blip. Perhaps a big blip but a blip nonetheless. So here we were. Sylvester and Cinderella. Placed on opposite sides of a scale. However, here we were, and we were talking. And enjoying it. At least, I was enjoying it. I was enjoying our conversation very much. I inwardly grinned (which is difficult but possible). This time, both of us were in fairly comfortable positions, since we were sitting up instead of half sideways. I couldn’t help thinking some of the cheesier of my stories. Of the flamboyant songs that made you want to dance and jump around. I felt that, somewhere, someone was playing that really cheesy dance music and I? I really wanted to just jump around. With Cinderella. Of course, I also wanted coffee, and I’m sure that had nothing to do with music. I was a little peachy. And she was a little pinky. As in, we were both blushing a little. I’m not sure why. I wasn’t really embarrassed. WAIT. Does blushing come as a result of happiness? I suppose so…Hm. This was food for thought. “As long as possible.” I repeated. I smiled larger. If that was possible. *“Of course…what if I didn’t* get caught? At night.” I raised an eyebrow mischievously. Inches away from each other. It took everything in her not to hug him, or reach for his hand, or touch him at all. There'd be a time for that, or so she was hoping. She looked up at him, just slightly, and smiled. He just did that to her, made her smile just by sitting there. It wasn't anything he said or did, it was just him. Being here. Right now. She wanted to sing and jump. Just being with him made her want to do that. She might be a theatre kid, but usually, she kept to herself, not drawing attention. But he made her want to jump and just scream. Because she was happy and invincible with him. His cheeks were tinted with a color, too; not exactly matching her ever-scarlet cheeks, but blushed nonetheless. She wasn't embarrassed, and she hoped he wasn't either? What was it then? Just plain joy. Could you blush from that? "As long as possible..." She couldn't help but say it again, grinning. It made it more real. Because it was real. And it wasn't like saying forever. She hated when people said forever; because forever is a long time and you can't promise forever. "I suppose if you didn't get caught, then maybe. Maybe you could go see a friend. At night."** The mischievousness was in her voice and smile.