11-04-2019, 10:19 PM
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| Grindylow
Join Date: Dec 2011 Location: Boston
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Hogwarts RPG Name:
Everleigh Evans
Ravenclaw Fourth Year
Hogwarts RPG Name:
Luca Benetti
Hufflepuff Seventh Year
Ministry RPG Name:
Emilia Espinosa
Law Enforcement
Ministry RPG Name:
Mariana Medina
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SPOILER!!: Andrei Quote:
Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie  He smiled softly, taking her in and recalling the first time they had ever met in Sugarplums back before they had even started Durmstrang. It may cause others to wrinkle their noses in disgust, but he could even recall their journeys to the school - by ship, of course - in the earlier years in which Emilia suffered seasickness and he, without question, offered his fedora for her to relieve herself in. It was a mess that was easily cleaned up...unlike the mess that had come years later. The one that ultimately divided them. One that had entirely been his fault.
"You look immaculate, Emilia," he replied easily, his eyes warm and spirit at ease in her presence now that he knew she was truly okay. Better than okay.
"I am fine now, that is all you need concern yourself with," he said reassuringly. There was absolutely no need to tell her about his near death by the hands of dark fae in the wilderness of Russia. "I ha----" He had not expected her to touch him. In fact, he had been trying to figure out how to politely request that he take her hand and where he could slip that into their conversation. He did not recoil or otherwise show any sort of negative response, other than his eyes widening a little in surprise.
Though now seemed as good a time to make a request as ever.
"Emilia...may I?" he asked gently, extending one of his hands towards her for her to rest her own upon. If she were willing, that is.
Emilia looked down at herself, smiling a little and shrugging her shoulders as her gaze met his again. "Thank you." It had taken a long time for her to feel comfortable in her own skin again after everything, but she'd worked at it every day. It felt good to know that the progress she'd made was reflected in the way she carried herself. It made her feel accomplished somehow.
Though his words were reassuring, the little she could see of his scars told her quite a bit about what he might've gone through and she couldn't help but feel worried about him. It was funny how that happened, even after not speaking for years. Some things you just couldn't turn off, it seemed.
He knew this was an unfair request, didn't he? She did, though she slipped her hand into his and found herself wondering how many hands he'd held in the time since she'd seen him last. His hands were familiar and warm, but they belonged to someone she didn't really know anymore and that hurt in a different way. She didn't really know how to explain it, but she felt sad.
"Do you want to sit?"
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