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sweetpinkpixie · 02-18-2014, 03:38 AM

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Originally Posted by Roselyn

She did lower the menu. Slowly. Though her smile wasn't there anymore. A twitch of a smile appeared and disappeared as fast as it arrived as he spoke about dancing, but nothing really lingered. Letting her menu drop upon the table, she stared at the astronomy professor. Just for a moment or so in silence before speaking. "Ve'll figure this out, Airey." she said softly. "Everything be alright."

It would. They'd gotten out of worse before.

Yet, she found she couldn't rid herself of the persistent tremble of nerves crawling under her skin. Time wasn't on their hands, and there had been a lot of passed time already. Taking a deep breath, she shook the thoughts away, and smiled. "A proper dance, hmm?"

Pity parties were extremely unattractive. He had learned this after his accident thanks to a slap across the face from one of his coworkers to snap him out of his darkness and back to life. Medea had taken a much gentler approach with words and looks, and while he was not entirely sure he shared her optimism - time was of the essence, you know? - it was reassuring to a certain degree that she believed so. "I am glad you think so," he said as one of his arthritis stricken hands reached over and held one of hers.

So soft and smooth. Such a stark contrast between his leathery and wrinkling skin. UG.

A boyish smirk spread across his aged face and he somehow managed to give her hand a small squeeze before letting go. "Um, yes, proper dance..." he nodded. "Like...um...you know...a dance...perhaps a Valentines one...like...um...the one that the student leaders are putting on...and announced in the dance lesson I held and..." He was REALLY bad at doing this, you know? He HAD had a plan of sorts, a poorly thought out one, and now the execution was leaving something to be desired. "I mean...I guess what I am trying to say is...." THE ROSE! REMEMBER THE ROSE FLAMSTEED! "Will you be..." He reached into his charmed breast pocket, pulled out a single red rose, and offered it to her. ".......will you be my Valentine?" he shouted accidentally. Nerves and all. This was still new to him.

Please?

02-18-2014, 03:38 AM	#41 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie SSRPG Admin Gladrags Mod Quibbler Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Sea Serpent Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 41,215 Hogwarts RPG Name: Professor Cox Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: CJ Miller Gryffindor Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin Fifth Year Ministry Department Head: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor: Victor García Massey Ollivanders x12 x12	astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Quote: Originally Posted by Roselyn She did lower the menu. Slowly. Though her smile wasn't there anymore. A twitch of a smile appeared and disappeared as fast as it arrived as he spoke about dancing, but nothing really lingered. Letting her menu drop upon the table, she stared at the astronomy professor. Just for a moment or so in silence before speaking. "Ve'll figure this out, Airey." she said softly. "Everything be alright." It would. They'd gotten out of worse before. Yet, she found she couldn't rid herself of the persistent tremble of nerves crawling under her skin. Time wasn't on their hands, and there had been a lot of passed time already. Taking a deep breath, she shook the thoughts away, and smiled. "A proper dance, hmm?" Pity parties were extremely unattractive. He had learned this after his accident thanks to a slap across the face from one of his coworkers to snap him out of his darkness and back to life. Medea had taken a much gentler approach with words and looks, and while he was not entirely sure he shared her optimism - time was of the essence, you know? - it was reassuring to a certain degree that she believed so. "I am glad you think so," he said as one of his arthritis stricken hands reached over and held one of hers. So soft and smooth. Such a stark contrast between his leathery and wrinkling skin. UG. A boyish smirk spread across his aged face and he somehow managed to give her hand a small squeeze before letting go. "Um, yes, proper dance..." he nodded. "Like...um...you know...a dance...perhaps a Valentines one...like...um...the one that the student leaders are putting on...and announced in the dance lesson I held and..." He was REALLY bad at doing this, you know? He HAD had a plan of sorts, a poorly thought out one, and now the execution was leaving something to be desired. "I mean...I guess what I am trying to say is...." THE ROSE! REMEMBER THE ROSE FLAMSTEED! "Will you be..." He reached into his charmed breast pocket, pulled out a single red rose, and offered it to her. ".......will you be my Valentine?" he shouted accidentally. Nerves and all. This was still new to him. Please? __________________ We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back......................................... But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass..................................... The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like