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Hermione_loves_Ron · 12-15-2009, 02:40 AM

Even still, sometimes, Issy had a hard time adjusting to Samson in his “new form”. That was not to say that she disliked it, because Issy most certainly adored that her now-boyfriend was lovedy-dovey and sweet and affectionate and everything that he wasn’t before, but that was also the catch. There were times where she’d wake from dreams and everything, the now, the affection, would seem almost part of the dream she’d just stirred form, and she’d half-hesitate, frightened that Samson would revert back to his old ways. His cold ways and surprising shows of friendship and warmth, the way they fought and made up and danced around each other in trepidation.

She knew better, though, and she nuzzled him as he squeezed her tightly. That was also a shocking revelation – the Samson she had chased for many years had not been so keen on physical attraction. At least this kept things interesting. If she was always on her toes, then she never settled, never grew bored. Though, cheesey it was, Issy couldn’t imagine ever growing bored of Samson.

As he set her down, her hand seeked his and wound her much shorter fingers with his much longer, nearly folding her tiny hand into his. She quite liked the sight of that.

But she quite disliked his question.

She shifted awkwardly and pursed her lips, jutted her chin out. “I’m fine,” she lied, because she was very far from fine. She was not quite doing “badly”, but she certainly wasn’t fine. Her nose wrinkled with unease.

Bringing attention to how very much she disliked him leaving could only sour their trip.

12-15-2009, 02:40 AM	#86 (permalink)
Hermione_loves_Ron Hungarian Horntail Join Date: Jun 2003 Location: Saffron City Posts: 69,656 Hogwarts RPG Name: November {Noe} Franze First Year	Brain Twin \| MASTAH ASHURRII \| Reisdent PokeNerd \| Digifangirl Even still, sometimes, Issy had a hard time adjusting to Samson in his “new form”. That was not to say that she disliked it, because Issy most certainly adored that her now-boyfriend was lovedy-dovey and sweet and affectionate and everything that he wasn’t before, but that was also the catch. There were times where she’d wake from dreams and everything, the now, the affection, would seem almost part of the dream she’d just stirred form, and she’d half-hesitate, frightened that Samson would revert back to his old ways. His cold ways and surprising shows of friendship and warmth, the way they fought and made up and danced around each other in trepidation. She knew better, though, and she nuzzled him as he squeezed her tightly. That was also a shocking revelation – the Samson she had chased for many years had not been so keen on physical attraction. At least this kept things interesting. If she was always on her toes, then she never settled, never grew bored. Though, cheesey it was, Issy couldn’t imagine ever growing bored of Samson. As he set her down, her hand seeked his and wound her much shorter fingers with his much longer, nearly folding her tiny hand into his. She quite liked the sight of that. But she quite disliked his question. She shifted awkwardly and pursed her lips, jutted her chin out. “I’m fine,” she lied, because she was very far from fine. She was not quite doing “badly”, but she certainly wasn’t fine. Her nose wrinkled with unease. Bringing attention to how very much she disliked him leaving could only sour their trip. __________________ 'Cause out of all the people I've known, the places I've been, the songs that I have sung, The wonders I've seen, now that the dreams are all coming true, who is the one that leads me on through? TUNE IN! POTTERWATCH && BOOKCLUB