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Post by Elizabetta Morales on Jul 25, 2004 12:53:05 GMT
Wearing the same skirt she had worn the night before, indeed because she hadn’t taken it off, Betta sat on a window ledge in the owlery, not completely alone. The birds that made the room their home swung around her, reeling through the air as she petted Amiculus delicately.
She had to write back to her dad and thank him for the new clothes. She also had to ask him about Vivian staying for a night. At the thought of her friend, she shook her head. She had been so mad last night. Vivian was so funny when she spoke. She had forgotten that there was a chance Troy had heard what she had been screaming. It all melded nicely into an unforgettable day of joy.
She hadn’t seen the boy all day, despite promising to see him ‘tomorrow’. She pulled a long red ribbon from her pocket, fixing her wavy hair out of her face. “Ready to fly Amiculus?” She signed, knowing the bird didn’t understand. The bird nudged her, catlike. She laughed lightly, attaching the letter. ”Dad,” She signed clearly. The bird took off instantly. She turned, leaning out the window, watching his fly away.
Leaning back inside, she settled back on the sill. Without thought she placed her thumb on her chin, and held her hand directly vertical. She hardly noticed the sign she made, it was just something she did sometimes. She smiled, her thoughts still lost in his profound green eyes.
The gesture, in sign language, meant mother.
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Post by Troy on Jul 26, 2004 3:36:00 GMT
Troy jogged up the stairs to the Owlery, pushing the door open fairly quickly and striding over to a window to call one of the school owls.
But he stopped in mid-stride when he saw Elizabetta. She was sitting there, on the windowledge, staring out. She still wore the red skirt. A lump formed in his throat as he remembered what he heard her say from the Common Room. He'd been dwelling on it, thinking it over. Maybe... maybe to her it was just a crush, but not to him. It was more, he couldn't deny that. But if she didn't feel the same...
But he couldn't just get over her. It wasn't that simple. In one moment she'd captured his heart, as cliched as it was, and he couldn't get it back, even if he wanted to. And she was sitting there, in front of him. He could hear her breathing, the rustle of the crimson skirt.
Lady in red...
The tune rose unbidden to his mind as he watched her. And that was part of the reason he'd come up here, to sort things out for her birthday, give her something special. But if she didn't feel the way he did...
Troy had stopped in the middle of the Owlery floor, a roll of parchment jutting out of his pocket. He couldn't just stand there, staring. He managed to croak out "Hi...", and then swallowed, trying to clear his throat.
"What are you thinking about?" he said, a little more clearly. But he didn't think he had to ask. She wasn't thinking about him, not like he had been about her, ceaselessly. No, he was sure he knew what, or rather who, she was thinking about. He'd seen the sign.
Mother.
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Post by Elizabetta Morales on Jul 26, 2004 9:37:56 GMT
Betta gasped. She had been alone, lost in her own thoughts. Exactly when the boy in her thoughts had somehow arrived into her physical word, she knew not. Her face froze in an unrecognizable emotion, before breaking into an uncontrollable smile. As much as she tried to restrain her joy, it was impossible. Her heart had started jumping in her chest from the moment she saw him. It felt as if it was trying to break free of her distanced flesh to be with Troy’s.
She leaned back, looking at her hand strangely as she dropped it, forming another word, “Hi.” She lifted her hands to the edges of the window, falling backwards and staring down so she could see the ground far beneath. Mostly she had been thinking about him, but there was no way she could tell him that. Facing down her at least he couldn’t see her blush at her own thoughts.
She flicked her back gracefully, her head following in strangely slow animation. She bit her lip as she looked at him, the thoughts she had just cleaned from her head rushed back in. ”What was I thinking about? Nothing really.. Just something my friend Viv said last night,” It was true this was one of the things she had thought about, but definitely not the last. Her last thoughts were something to private to even tell Troy.
”Sleep well?” She asked casually, making conversation when really she just wanted to embrace him. She tightened her grip on the stone sill to prevent just that.
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Post by Troy on Jul 26, 2004 10:18:22 GMT
"Something my friend Viv said last night..."
"Yeah. I heard," Troy said softly. He ran a hand back through his hair, the frustration evident in his eyes. He looked bck at her, trying to understand. She seemed happy to see him... sort of. But he couldn't deny what he'd heard her say last night.
"No, I didn't sleep well." His voice was weary, and as he looked at her his green eyes were pleading. "I heard what you said to Viv last night." His voice was still soft, but now laced with pain and disappointment. "It... it might be just a crush to you, but... but I think it's something more." Troy was inwardly cursing himself, but he kept going. He had to say this.
"I... I really thought... that you felt the same way." He was close to breaking down, now. But he wouldn't, he told himself he wouldn't. He wasn't going to cry. "I... I really like you, Betta," he said softly. "And I thought... you..." He trailed off. He wouldn't be able to say any more without breaking down completely, so he just stood there, his eyes broken and pleading.
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Post by Elizabetta Morales on Jul 26, 2004 10:41:18 GMT
“But… You heard her?” The effort of lifting her hand was too great. Her entire body felt like lead. What he said, it didn’t make sense. He was saying she didn’t but Vivian had announced to the word, no mistake possible that she did. The conversation played back in her head.
"Betta loves Troy... Betta loves Troy! Betta loves Troy! Betta loves Troy! Betta loves Troy!" “No! I just said I didn’t!” “Betta loves Troy!”<br>“Viv! Stop it please! Someone will hear you!” “Betta loves Troy!”<br>“Oh Viv!” “Betta loves Troy!”<br>“I don’t! I just said…“ “Betta loves Troy!“<br>“I hate it when I’m wrong… Especially about myself.”
She remembered. The thoughts washing over her, almost knocking her backwards. She had shouted that she didn’t.
Before she knew what she was doing she was across the room. ”Hey… Don’t cry…. Please? That’s not what I said,” Her soft voice in his mind overriding everything. With her smooth, bronzed fingertips she brushed the side of his face, down to his chin. She forced him to look her in the eyes. ”Yes that is what I said, but you didn’t hear the rest of it…”
She took a deep breath, readying herself. She didn’t want to do this, but there was no other way. She slowly let out the breath, calming herself, collecting her thought and barricading her mind. ”Look at me, look deeply.
A scene projected through Troy’s mind, like a memory, but it wasn’t his. It was Betta’s. Two girl’s sitting on a bed, covered by thick blue velvet curtains. One, Vivian, dressed in shorts and a t-shirt, Betta still in her black top and skirt she had worn at the lake.
Their words were clear, none more so than Betta’s ending ones. “I hate it when I’m wrong… Especially about myself.” As the memory faded, the scene dissipating, another memory flashed in.
It had been what she had been remembering. A louver style door enclosing a little girl in a dark place, most likely a cupboard. “Mummy?” The girl whispered in disbelief. An older girl, looking identical to Betta, except with much lighter colouring was holding her wand, shaking. “Mum please?” The older girl begged hopelessly.
Betta let out a small, scream like noise. The memory tearing away from Troy’s mind. Betta was shaking all over. She looked up at Troy in morbid disbelief. He wasn’t supposed to see that. He did. That was the danger, it was always a risk. She didn’t concentrated hard enough. She was cursing herself.
”I.. Ignore the last part,” She said, forcing her smile back onto her face, but it didn’t light her eyes. It was disgustingly false. ”See? She said, placing her arms gingerly around the boy, resting her head on his chest. ”I… I really care about you….”
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Post by Troy on Jul 26, 2004 11:35:20 GMT
So much.
There was so much to take in. She said she loved him, and then she was a little girl, and she was speaking...
Troy wrapped his arms around Elizabetta, in a sort of daze. He didn't completely understand all of what he had just seen, and although that second scene was nagging at the back of his mind, he could only think about one thing.
She loved him. She said she loved him...
He held her close, rocking gently. He tired to speak, but he couldn't find any words. He just looked down at her and smiled, relief, gratitude and love all mixing in his bright green eyes.
He wanted to kiss her, to hold her, but he suddenly couldn't move. So he just stood there, his arms wrapped around her, his face close to hers, watching her eyes.
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Post by Elizabetta Morales on Jul 26, 2004 11:49:05 GMT
Betta was grateful of Troy’s silence. She couldn’t have explained what he had seen without unnecessary pain. She knew one day he’d know, but for the moment, the truth would wait for a rainy day.
She felt herself melt into his arms as he swayed backwards and forwards with her. “Troy?” Even in his head, it seemed that she mumbled with a peaceful tone. Exactly what she had planed to say was gone. She lifted her head, looking him straight in eye. She was sure that the green flames that burned with emotion could incinerate her with love, an interesting concept. She watched him slowly through brown pools.
She lifted herself onto her tip toes, her fingers again running down the side of his face, the other arm firmly around his waist. She made a pleasant noise deep inside her throat, with her face inches from his. She could feel the blood pulsing through his neck as her hand came to rest their.
Then sliding up through his soft hair, she did something she had wanted to do since the moment he had entered the room. She pressed her lips softly to his, with a gentle, but heartfelt kiss.
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Post by Troy on Jul 26, 2004 12:07:20 GMT
She was there. Speaking in his head again. Every time, it gave him such a rush. Her voice was so soft, so warm, and it was so different to hearing with his ears.
When her lips met his Troy melted. He wrapped his arms tight around Elizabetta, running a hand gently through her hair, pressing closer to her. This was incredible, she was amazing. Not only did he feel her touch, he warm lips on his, but he could feel her with his mind, in his heart. It was the deepest connection he'd ever experienced.
There they were, the two of them, arms wrapped tight around each other, lips pressed together, locked in an embrace in the middle of the Owlery. It was the most incredible thing he'd ever felt. He parted his lips slightly, deepening the kiss. She was so soft, the girl was so soft. Even though he barely knew her... he loved her. He knew that now. Which made it even more important that he send the roll of parchment sticking out of his pocket...
But that could wait. This was more important...
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Post by Elizabetta Morales on Jul 26, 2004 12:20:50 GMT
Elizabetta obliged him and let the kiss become more intimate. Feeling him against her was like slipping into heaven. She didn’t know what she’d done to get in such good favor, but someone divine was on her side. Someone apart from the divine boy her lips met with.
After what seemed to last eternity, but still be to short, Betta’s lips broke with his. She leant her head backwards staring into his eyes. He watched her hand run from the front of his hair to the back. She watched his chest rising and falling to the same beat as the exhalation of breath that tickled across her cheeks.
She made the same pleased noise in her throat, her skin tingling with desire. Her voice in his head again, she practically purred but disjointedly, ”Troy? Do you… Did…. Did you mean what you said? Before, I mean?”
It was the closest Betta could come to asking the question that plagued her mind. Did he love her? She hoped against her most earnest hopes that he did. He lips met him again, the girl forgetting that he needed them to answer her. She couldn’t deny the feelings she had for him. She had tried as such already and failed dismally.
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Post by Troy on Jul 26, 2004 12:35:06 GMT
Troy could not believe the effect this girl had on him. He was like a magnet to his soul, coninually drawing him. He incessantly lost himself in her.
Did you mean... what you said before?
He pulled away slightly, smiling down at Elizabetta and running a hand through her hair. This girl was amazing. "Yes, Betta," he whispered softly. "I care about you... very much." Even though he hadn't said the words, his eyes conveyed what he really meant.
He leaned back in slowly, never breaking eye contact, and lovingly, teasingly brushed his lips against hers. He couldn't keep himself away from her, not now, not ever.
He loved her.
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Post by Elizabetta Morales on Jul 26, 2004 12:53:43 GMT
His words caught her, stealing her breath away. She was flying. There was no other way to describe the sensation she felt. She felt amazingly and undeniable beautiful in his arms. A feeling the girl was not used to. The girl knew she wasn’t ugly, but thought herself far from exquisite despite comments to the contrary.
As his lips brushed hers gently, but not really meeting, she playfully tried to bit them to get him to not pull the away. She missed hopelessly. Giggling she displaced a lock of hair; it fell into her eyes, so she couldn’t see him properly. She tried to blow it out of her eyes, but was unsuccessful. She sighed, forcing herself to ignore it. She had much more important things she could focus on.
”Oh!” She pulled away from him, ”You haven’t sent you letter yet!” She laughed loudly, it echoed of the stone walls, up to the high wooden roofing. ”Sorry, I’m distracting you,” She gestured to the birds.
As she watched him, watching her, watching him, looking at her, a ‘controversial’ thought played in her mind. ‘Why not?’ she thought to herself. ”I was planning to go into Hogsmeade today. You know, just for a change of scenery… I was wondering if.. if you felt like coming too?” She had no compulsions about him sticking his tongue down her throat, yet felt amazingly embarrassed asking him to come out with her.
Finally removing her arms completely from him, she met them behind her back. Her fingers twisting nervously.
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Post by Troy on Jul 27, 2004 2:38:21 GMT
Troy grinned widely, taking a step forwward to close the distance Elizabetta had put between them. "You can distract me any time you like," he said in a low, quiet voice. He reached up a hand to gently stroke her hair, his grin morphing into a soft smile at her next words. "I'd love to come," he said quietly. "I'll just be a second."
He leaned down and placed a soft kiss in her forehead before pulling away and walking to the window, pulling the parchment from his pocket in mid-stride. He whistled, calling one of the small, brown school owls which fluttered from a perch in the rafters to sit on the window ledge, watching him quizzically. He swiftly fastened the parchment to the bird's leg, muttering something quietly. The tan owl gave a quiet hoot and launched out the window, quickly disappearing into the distance.
Troy watched it for a brief moment and then turned, smiling back at Elizabetta. He walked forward slowly, taking his time, never breaking his bright green gaze from her soft brown one. He took each step slowly, and each second seem to last a lifetime. When he finally readched her, he softly wrapped his arms around her back, pulling her close. He inhaled deeply, breathing in her scent. She was wonderful, this girl. The thought of spending the day with her was nothing short of intoxicating.
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Post by Elizabetta Morales on Jul 27, 2004 12:02:08 GMT
Elizabetta laughed as he pulled her in closely, breathing her in. She was amazed her had said yes. She didn’t know why she found it so shocking. It wasn’t as if the boy showed any inclination of dislike towards her. Quite the opposite. It still gave her a rush though. As much as neither of them mentioned it as a ‘date’, the meeting was set to be intimate.
She reached her hands behind her own back, meeting his. She brought them in front of her slowly running her fingers across his palms. ”What are we waiting for then?” Her mellow voice in his head asked. As she started to lead him towards the door she asked, ”Who were you writing too?”
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Post by Troy on Jul 27, 2004 12:35:03 GMT
Troy smiled softly at Betta, clasping her hand and twining their fingers together as she led him toward the door. He almost chuckled when she asked about the letter; he couldn't resist teasing her. "You'll see," he said, his eyes twinkling.
"Now... where shall we go?" he asked, smiling broadly as they walked toward the door."The Three Broomsticks? Or... Madame Puddifoots?" He openly grinned now. There wasn't a student in the school that didn't know about Madame Puddifoots. It was the traditional meeting place for... well... intimate meetings. And that was definitely what this was going to be, that much was obvious.
The place wasn't all that great; but there was the bragging rights. Simply saying that you'd been to Madame Puddifoots would garner respect among the male students. A guy who had a girl was always respected.
Troy squeezed Betta's hand and smiled as they made their way down the stairs. This was going to be a wonderful day.
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Post by Elizabetta Morales on Jul 28, 2004 9:50:48 GMT
Betta suppressed yet another laugh. Madame Puddifoots was the well known tea house with a reputation for couples. She clasped his warm hand tightly as she thought, “Well… we could, but I can guaranty you will get no privacy there,” Her voice in his head resonated with heavenly clarity.
”Depends on how crowded it is. I walked past there one valentines day and it was packed,” A smile crept up her face. It had been when her oldest sister was in her second year, Betta bit her lip at the memories. Rachelle had been exceptionally ‘intermit’ with a boy unknown to the family.
When Betta had pointing it out to her mum and dad, her father was speechless. The only thing that stopped her father going in and having a ‘stern talking’ to a young boy was her mother’s smooth, rich warm voice. Betta, at least telepathically, had her voice.
”I don’t really like crowds,” She finished pathetically. Watching the flag stone titles intently as they disappear as she walked over them, she listened to the echo of twin shoes.
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