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Post by emmalina sophie of austria on Jun 25, 2012 23:17:56 GMT -5
   -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --Thank god the auditorium was empty. This was going to be embarrassing enough for Emmalina without an audience present. Her English teacher had decided to book the auditorium and hold a poetry reading so that they could "really absorb what the poets were trying to say". It was going to be boring beyond belief, but the idea of being in the spotlight appealed to Lina's sense of vanity. She liked being noticed. The poetry part though... Boring much? It's just a bunch of whining dead guys. Or at least, that's what she'd thought before stumbling on the one that had ultimately become her choice. Robert Frost had somehow touched something inside her, and his poem A Late Walk held a deeper meaning than she'd previously given him credit for.
And that was part of the reason why Lina found herself making her way to the center of the stage to rehearse. While the poem was printed out on a sheet in her hand, the brunette had been practicing the words at every available opportunity, knowing just how impressive it would be if she was able to recite the whole thing purely from memory. She'd even gone so far as to spend a portion of valuable shower time on the assignment. The reading was the next Friday and for two minutes and thirty-six seconds she was going to be the center of her entire class' focus. Lina wanted it to be perfect. Her flats made sounds as she moved up the side stairs and across the hardwood floor to the center of the stage, sending echoes through the cavernous room. Breathe. Make them wait for you. She set the paper face down on the stage in front of her, taking in the mass of seats spread in front of her. And then she began.
"When I go up through the mowing field,
The headless aftermath,
Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew,
Half closes the garden path." Her voice started like a soft caress, silky in a way it rarely was in any sort of public venue. The words rolled softly off her tongue, lending an otherworldly quality to them. She completed the first stanza without a single unsure pause or stutter. Excellent, now for the second. It passed without incident, and soon she was on to the third. Here's where it got dicey, because Lina hadn't cemented the rest in her memory yet.
"A tree beside the wall stands bare,
But a leaf that lingered brown,
Disturbed, I doubt..." "I doubt... Shoot." She swore lightly, her voice losing its previous sweetness. Damn, I was sure I had it! Her foot slammed once against the wooden floor in a moment of frustration before she bent over and snatched up her printout of the poem. Within ten seconds her legs folded and she was sitting cross-legged focusing intensely on the paper in her hand. This was harder than it looked, that's for sure. While she liked independent assignments better, right now she wished Maggie or someone was around to help her remember the words.
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Post by dillon on Jun 26, 2012 0:26:36 GMT -5
Everything sounded a little more silent then it usually was in the halls of Vineheart, it was almost eerie in fact and he was loving every moment of it. There were rare fleeting moments where you could actually hear yourself think and tonight after classes ended everyone seemeed to be off doing something else for the evening so it was peaceful. He had finished all the errands that he needed to do for Ari and more so therefore he felt like he was entitled to a breather. He had finished with the jogging around the lake and long since had a shower though dark hair was still slightly damp, not noticeably though because there was no way that he appeared out of the dorm room looking anything less than impeccably groomed. As an Albanian servant he needed to make sure that he represented the Royal family in the best way imaginable and if that meant that he spent an extra few minutes in front of the mirror in the morning then so be it though he was far from a pretty boy that was going to spend his time admiring his looks. He was much more interested in getting on with the rest of the day and since it was starting to get warmer it was going to mean that track and field was going to be starting as soon as the ground did not freeze over for the night and then with soccer he was going to be even more busy. The jogging that he continued all winter even in the midst of the iciest weather was taking its toll on him and he was founding that he had far too much pent up energy for his own good. So wandering the hallways after the classes were over for the day was not even starting to take the edge off, he felt like he was a caged animal ready to break free of the restraints, after all he was a teenage guy and no longer tall and gangly looking so therefore his energy was no longer going into growing but rather being reserved for the sports that he took part in. Passing by the cafeteria he did take a moment to snag a bottle of water and a cookie before heading back in the direction of the dorms the last thing he needed right now was to look like a complete crazy wandering the hallways but there was a voice from the auditorium that caught his attention. One that sounded nothing like a person that he had spoken to before and steps came to a halt in front of the door, unable to see the person from where he stood, opening the door a crack he knew that there was squeak and that there was no way of hiding that he was there right now but then again he really had no interest in sneaking up on someone and scaring them. He nearly froze in his tracks when he realized who the voice belonged to, though it sounded a lot different than the squawky and annoying tone that she used with him the last time that he had been around her, it almost sounded peaceful, so she could sound like a human when she wanted to?
Interest was sparked and he did not announced his presence until she was finished. What was he supposed to say since they were not exactly off to the right start as it was and he was supposed to hate her. She made his bosses life a living hell with the stupid remarks that flew from her mouth but then again he had been the one to approach in the first place so why not give her the benefit of the doubt and actually act like a respectable guy, it would only last as long as she wanted it though. Need an audience? He asked before then taking a seat in one of the chairs by the edge of the stage, way to wait for an answer though, if she told him that she wanted him to leave though he would be the first one out the door because really he did not want to provoke the wrath when he was alone with her who was to know what she would do. Half of him thought that she might pounce on him and claw his eyes out. Folding his hands in his lap politely dark gaze landed on where she sat in the middle of the stages floor. I didn't picture you as a poetry fan.. Writing was one thing that he really did enjoy and that might have been why this had caught his attention even if he was still on the defensive and still not knowing what to make of the entire situation there was no letting down of his guard when he was prepared to spring from the chair and make his escape at any moment. Lately his tolerance had been even lessened his patience was wearing thin so he just could not be bothered to stick around when someone was stomping on him like a door mat. If he had been thinking he would not have taken the detour back from the cafeteria and he would have walked straight to his dorm room and maybe watched a movie for the rest of the evening but now he felt like he was dancing with the devil in the form of the fiery girl right in front of him.
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Post by emmalina sophie of austria on Jul 8, 2012 0:30:56 GMT -5
-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- Emmalina's fingers ran themselves through her hair in agitation as she tried again to mutter the third stanza to herself and failed. Why did Frost have to use such big god-damn words? Honestly, was all the flowery language that necessary? Sure, it was poetry, and it sounded pretty. She liked the way the words rolled off her tongue and how it all flowed -at least the parts she could remember- from her mouth, almost like magic. It was just frustrating when she got to the part she couldn't remember, and admitting that she didn't know it -even to herself- was hard for Lina.
Her almost black eyes were focused intently on the lines she wanted to memorize, willing the words to ingrain themselves in her mind. The stage part of the auditorium was brightly lit, which made her feel exposed sitting in the middle. Or at least, she felt that way until the slam of one of the audience doors made her jump. The lack of bright lights in the seats made it difficult to make out the shape of the person, let alone the gender or exact identity. It wasn't more than twenty seconds though before the intruder had approached the stage, revealing Arianna's servant. The good looking but arrogant one. Dillon. As his familiar voice carried to her, Lina stiffened. An audience? Why would she have come at a time when the place was guaranteed to be empty if she'd wanted an audience? Furthermore, why would she have wanted to embarrass herself even more by having someone listening in?
Her eyes narrowed with suspicion, and without thinking she snarled, "If you came to watch me mess up, congratulations. You got your wish." The previous sweetness of her voice had disappeared, and there was a defensive edge to it now. She turned her attention back to the page but continued feeling his eyes on her. Emmalina didn't feel guilty; he was just a servant after all. And she hadn't forgotten that he'd been the one who was rude first, not her. Still, she'd been wishing for someone to help her... maybe he could be useful, since he'd shown up. Licking her lips and sliding forward so that her legs were dangling over the front of the stage, Lina decided to try this again. This time she made an effort to be a little nicer. "Actually, I could really use someone to help me with the third and last stanza's." Lina wasn't surprised by how hard it was to admit to him that she needed help. She hated admitting it when she needed help normally, let alone to a servant who apparently didn't know his place.
The last time they'd spoken she'd felt as if he were challenging her, which would only lead to further irritation if he turned like that again this time. It made her want to crush him, along with his disgustingly fake princess. At the very least it made her want to test his boundaries and press him to see how strong he was, how much he could take before he'd crack. He seemed like the sort of person who could almost give her a run for her money, and there was something about his blatant honesty that had earned him a minuscule amount of grudging respect from Emmalina. There wasn't a chance in hell she'd ever let him know it though. Despite this polite new leaf he appeared to have turned over Lina was still suspicious, and didn't trust the servant as far as she could throw him.
It was like a switch had flipped inside the slim but muscular servant. Where before his face had been cold and distant Dillon now seemed more open and animated. Lina worried over the change; if he really was friendlier from now on, it might become more difficult to hate him. He'd captured her attention -for now- with his voice and bright green eyes, which seemed brighter in the partial darkness than they had before. "You'd be surprised," she said, the acoustics of the room carrying her voice farther than she'd expected. "There's a lot about me people don't know." There were few things more annoying than when people made assumptions about her without getting to know more about her first. It didn't matter though, because hardly anyone got within fifty feet of knowing Lina's true self any more. Those days of being openly friendly were over; it was far to easy for others to take advantage of that. No, now her friends had to prove themselves -sometimes more than once, in order to gain even the smallest amount of trust.
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Post by dillon on Jul 8, 2012 12:05:55 GMT -5
He scolded himself for even stepping into the auditorium in the first place, why was he here and why was he wanted to stick around and listen to the girl read the rest of the poem, it was one that he recognized surely from English class but then again he could not be sure. Well it really had to be from some class of some sort because he was not the type to read poetry in his spare time. He might love writing as an outlet but that was certainly nothing poetic and it was something that he did not advertise at all. With his luck if the information fell into the wrong hands he was sure that this Austrian princess would be the first one to paste his writing all over the walls of the entire school and even just the thought of that was enough to make his blood boil. She seemed inconsiderate enough for something like that. His attention was then turned to the words that flowed from her lips, like this she looked a little less repulsive and he was sure that if she sounded like this and acted a lot better that she might actually come off as less of a handful and more people might want something to do with her. He nearly cringed in thinking about this though as he casually took a seat in one of the chairs of the audience. Sure it was clear to him that she did not want an audience since she chose a time where there was no one here in the first place, but really there was no law saying that he could not come in here, but the same defensive nature he used when he was around her was not brought to the surface, not yet at least. Better off to give her the benefit of the doubt and allowed her to redeem herself and prove him wrong but the way that she snarled at him now he was reminded that this was the same girl that would much rather claw his eyes out rather than stand at the top of the stage and continue like he was not even there in the first place. He still remained calm, far too collected and leaned back in the seat casually. You clearly do not know me at all if you think that was my wish. I do not wish ill on anyone, ever. He stated and really that was something that was true about Dillon. It did not matter how much he disliked someone he never wished for anything bad to happen to them no matter how small it might be. He had been through enough crap in his life to know that he would not want anyone else to have to go through things like that. He was perfectly polite in sitting there and if she were to snap back at him he was sure that he would not even come up with something to say, he had been the one to intrude, he had been the one to approach the other day as well when she had been fighting with Ari but that was different and that had brought out the protective instinct in him. If it had been the last time that they had met when she mentioned that she could use someone to help her with the last two stanza's he stood from where he had been seated to step closer and set on the edge of the stage as well. Able to read the paper from where he could glance over her shoulder without invading her personal space he really did recognize the poem now, something that his own class studied last term.
Can I see you paper please? He asked knowing that he would not be able to recite it from memory. Poetrys not my strong point but I have read this poem before. He explained. Having an understanding of what it meant was really something that tended to help in this situation knowing that Robert Frost had written it to describe the grief of losing someone. As soon as the paper had been handed to him he took the stage where she had been standing, sure that he would not have been able to pull this off if there was more than one person watching him he started at the second stanza knowing that it sometimes did help if you listened to someone reading it. With deep voice and a slight Italian accent it was clear that he was not from Albania like Arianna and the same confidence as always was shown as the words flowed freely.
A tree beside the wall stands bare,
But a leaf that lingered brown,
Disturbed, I doubt not, by my thought,
Comes softly rattling down.
I end not far from my going forth
By picking the faded blue
Of the last remaining aster flower
To carry again to you.
He then stepped towards where she had been seated and followed suit. Sometimes it helps to hear someone else say it. At least thats what I found.. He uttered with a shrug. He really did not know what caused him to act this way and not be completely unbearable but why not keep her on her toes and make her really think about him as not being as completely repulsive as she originally had but there was no telling the way that she was going to respond to what he had just done.
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Post by emmalina sophie of austria on Jul 17, 2012 22:10:02 GMT -5
-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- Lina’s insides were grinning at the look on the servant’s face as she addressed him. He looked like he was regretting entering the auditorium at all, though why he was here in the first place was a mystery to Emmalina. She’d purposely chosen this time because everyone should have left the school for the day by now. And yet there he was, casually reclined in one of the audience chairs, watching her as calmly as you please. It was like their last encounter had barely happened despite the way they’d practically been at each other’s throats the entire time. Oh no, it wasn’t something that was going to be easy for Lina to forget, even if she considered him unworthy of remembrance. The only thing he had going for him was that it wasn’t every day a servant stood up to the miniature Head Queen, which made him the slightest bit memorable to her.
While she’d been reciting the poem Dillon had been looking at her like she had sprouted another head or something. Luckily, the moment her mouth had addressed him was the moment that expression had disappeared. He still wasn’t looking at her the same way he had the first time they’d spoken. Somehow that was a relief to her. It was wrong of her to be associating with a servant at all in the first place, but at least if they were discussing school they were in relatively safe waters. Lina secretly enjoyed the fact that she could look down on him from the front of the stage even though she was sitting down as well. She wasn’t sure why; it just felt like a good place to be. Dillon’s words struck her as odd not because of what he’d said, but because of the complete conviction with which he said them. Many people would claim or pretend to be nothing but nice to everyone they met, but Lina knew that wasn’t how the world worked. No one was nice to everyone, it was just a fact. People always had ulterior motives for doing things for other people, and most would stab others in the back at a moment’s notice. Pretending things were otherwise was useless and only led to disappointment in the end.
Lina resisted the urge to lean back and away from him as he swung himself lightly up onto the stage and sat beside her with his feet dangling off the edge. His proximity was disturbing; Lina had never allowed a servant to sit so close to her before. Or at least, not since… But here Dillon was with completely serious, icy eyes, politely asking to see her paper. Emmalina felt caught off balance, and given her history as a dancer and cheerleader, it was an unusual feeling. "Uh, sure I guess," she said, holding the page away from her body as an offering. Her mind was still trying to work through what his motive could possibly be as he moved to where she’d been standing only a few minutes ago. She wanted so badly to say something witty and sarcastic, but before the words could escape her mouth Dillon had started speaking. And that was when Lina’s mind finally quieted enough for her to think.
He had a nice, clear tone of voice, which made it good for projecting through the cavernous room, and Lina found she was pleasantly surprised. Dillon’s voice certainly hadn’t sounded so… relaxed the last time she’d heard it. Instead of looking at him when he’d recited her poem her brown eyes had been focused on the auditorium floor in front of her. The red carpet had probably looked glamorous when it had been new but it was due for a makeover soon that was for sure. To her surprise the servant came back over and sat beside her again. Most people kept a safe distance from the second Austrian princess, the way they had to her sister. In many ways it was a good thing, especially considering how mistrustful Emmalina was of everyone. She was only fake when it came to people prying into her life, because in her opinion none of the two faced royals in her grade deserved to really know her. And sharing anything even remotely personal with any of the servants was out of the question. Nonetheless, Lina was grateful for the help and smiled tentatively as she took her page back. "Thanks. Dillon." What was the matter with her? Why the heck was she addressing him by his name? Usually servants were ‘hey you’ to Lina. "It’s a really pretty poem, don’t you think? Sad… but pretty." Aliens must have really taken over her brain; why was she asking for his opinion as if she cared? Wait, Lina did care. Why though? Perhaps it was some twisted fascination with the way he’d stood up to her last time they’d spoken.
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Post by dillon on Jul 18, 2012 0:42:04 GMT -5
How could he not regret entering the auditorium when he was sure that this was going to be his last trip through the school, the last step that he ever took before the Austrian princess then clawed his eyes out. Why he was even here in the first place was also a complete mystery to him and he was not quite ready to answer that question. He was not ready to admit that he was curious even if he saw her as one of the most shallow and vain princesses around. They key to making this work though was making it look as though he was as low key as possible and that he was not affected by her at all as he sat in the chair with long legs stretched out in front of him and hands resting lightly in his lap looking like he belonged there even though underneath he was ready to make a run for it. He normally was not confrontational at all and would see to it that he made peace with everyone because he did not want to look bad for Ari's sake and yet here he was purposely stirring up trouble but strangely right now he did not think that he had the heart to stand up to her, he was just not in the mood and she looked vulnerable right now reading from the poem that she had not quite memorized and was struggling a bit with. He was not the type to hold grudges in fact that was something that seemed a little more common in the male population the fact that when they got in some sort of altercation right after it they were fine to move on. He felt that way right now and he did not even think of the other day there was no use in holding grudges when life was too short for that, who was to know if she thought the same way though, but the two had been practically even when it stopped in the first place given that they had both said some pretty nasty things. While he might be memorable to her since he was one of the only ones that was able to stand up to her that did not make her any more memorable to him, not right now at least since she just tended to blend in as the most spoiled of the pampered princesses. She did not immediately kick him out of the large room when she finished reciting the poem which was strange and slowly starting to spark his interest. Why was she being decent enough when he had been so sure to be a complete jerk to her last time? He felt like she was looking down on him and just expecting him to suddenly do something that would allow her to jump down his throat but he was going to be perfect behaved and therefore that would be something that caused her to think even more so. He liked to think that he knew the way that her mind was working right now, it at least gave him a little more confidence when in reality he was like a deer in the headlights, it was a good thing that he did not look that way though because he was sure that she would be the first one to stomp him into the ground and use him as a door mat.
When he uttered that he did not wish ill on anyone at all she seemed to be a little surprised by the words but it was true. While he was not nice to everyone and did not claim to be, in fact he was not nice to most people that still did not mean that he wanted anything to happen to them. He was genuine and he was not going to hide the way that he acted around one another, one thing that was for sure was the fact that you were not going to see him playing a charade because he just did not believe in it, it was too much work to pretend to be who you were not. While she did not react too much to him swinging himself onto the stage she did not look like she was completely comfortable though he did not think too much of it as he settled there without another care in the world. He did not know what was getting into him when he then asked for the paper and stood from where he had been seated to stand where she had been just a few moments before and there was no hesitation in his voice as it rang out in the auditorium which was good because he certainly did not feel as confident as he sounded knowing that if he even managed to fumble over one one word at all that he would be the girls person joke for the next week. He seemed to be all about the bold gestures right now as he finished the poem and walked back over to where she was seated to sit beside her again, lots of space was allowed so that way he could make an escape if he needed to but her paper was handed back over her to expressing that sometimes it helped to hear it from someone else. She thanked him and that was even more surprising as he smiled softly with a nod. No problem. He uttered and he really did mean it. He nodded again when she asked him if he thought that it was a pretty poem. The descriptions are so vivid that it makes you feel like you could picture every little detail but you are right it is quite sad knowing the tone that he was writing it in. He uttered, did he just agree with her? That was something that was completely foreign to him.
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Post by emmalina sophie of austria on Jul 18, 2012 14:45:02 GMT -5
-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- Was the sky falling, or had they just agreed on something? Lina felt like pinching herself, just to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. Her snarky attitude lurked just beneath the surface and was ready to bite at a moment’s notice, but for the moment she was content to play Dillon’s game and figure out what he was up to. Obviously the servant was up to something, why else would he be nice to her? People didn’t just wake up one morning and suddenly decide to be nice to other people. The world simply didn’t work like that. So yes, while his unexpected friendliness had thrown her slightly the Austrian princess was on to whatever game he was playing. So yes, she’d play along for the time being, but the instant she grew tired of his game things would go back to the way they’d been before. Lina was not looking to make friends with the hired help.
She mouthed the last two lines to herself, struck again by their sad simplicity. In fact, their simplicity seemed to be what made the last stanza sound the saddest out of everything the poem had to offer. It was sad but beautiful and Lina had to admit, sort of romantic. Imagining the idea of someone going and picking the last flower just to bring it to her lent an unfamiliar fluttery feeling to her stomach. Thankfully the irritating feeling only lasted a second before it was squashed with logic. Those types of feelings were ridiculous and irrational, not to mention how they made previously sensible girls turn into complete bimbo’s who were dependent on the male gender. “My teacher wanted to know if I thought Frost was talking about love or death. I told her it wasn’t about either.” Lina flipped her hair with mild irritation, remembering the expression on her teacher’s face. Her dark eyes were still trained determinedly on the rows upon rows of seats in front of them as she continued. “I think it’s about missing someone. He wrote it because someone important to him left or died and he missed them.” The teacher had tried to word the question in such a way that Lina had to choose one option or the other, but instead of giving one of the expected answers she’d done her own thing, as usual. Besides, missing someone was sort of related to both love and death right? Lina didn’t deal with grief well and usually ended up being the stoic, closed off person at funerals to mask her inner feelings. She’d only attended a few funerals in her short life, but there were always paparazzi at them just waiting for a shot of someone breaking down. Sometimes they did whole stories about people close to the deceased, going on and on about how they were ‘overcome with grief’ and stuff. It was sick and twisted, but that’s how life was for the royals of the world.
Emmalina’s brown eyes finally moved over Dillon’s features, narrowing slightly with suspicion. A thought had just occurred to her regarding his motives for speaking to her. She wanted to throw a wrench in his nonchalant façade. “So, are you here on the ice princess’s orders? Did she send you to spy on me or something?” If this was all just Ari trying to mess with her head, Lina was going to have to seek out the Albanian princess and exchange words with her –again. Using servants as pawns to play head games with her was just low, even for Arianna. All of the problems between the two stemmed from Arianna’s inability to admit that the cheerful, constantly peppy face she put on was just that; a face. If Ari had just admitted in the beginning that she was so fake she could have ‘Made In China’ tattooed on the back of her neck, there wouldn’t have been a problem. As things were, Lina wanted to ruin her. The question was simply how. The Art of War stated to first define your enemy and get to know them better. “That was rude, I’m sorry. I just… we don’t get along.” Not getting along was probably the understatement of the century. It was true that neither princess was beneath stooping to fighting dirty in this ongoing power struggle, so it was perfectly plausible for Ari to have sent her irritatingly arrogant servant to bother her.
One thing about him besides his unusual behavior had intrigued her. His accent was different from that of the girl he served. “Let’s talk about something else. I noticed your accent… you aren’t from Albania, are you?” If she was going to have to guess Lina would have said he sounded slightly Spanish. It was curious, and she wondered –in a mildly interested sort of way- how he’d come to be in the Albanian royal family’s employment. Not that she was interested enough to ask or anything, but that the thought even crossed her mind at all was odd, since Lina normally gave the servants about the same amount of importance as gardeners or the people who cooked her food.
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Post by dillon on Jul 19, 2012 10:08:37 GMT -5
When he had come here he had certainly not pictured himself sitting up on the stage with the same Austrian princess that really looked like she was going to pounce across the table from him the last time that they had anytihng to do with one another. He did not account for things to be taking him off guard like this and he certainly did not account for the fact that they seemed to be agreeing on the poem and actually getting along, it was amazing what could happen when the two of them tried. He was not prone to saying something that was out of character for himself and maybe she was not all that hard to get along with, no scratch that. She was really hard to get along with because from the moment that he sat in the audience it felt like she was waiting for him to say something that was going to get himself in trouble she was just waiting for him to take a step out of line and he really did not like the feeling that she was counting so much on him messing up. They were both suspicious as one another and really what he had not noticed before was that really they had similar personalities. They did not allow people to get too close to them and they were defensive in order to keep themselves away from other people and they were quick to jump to their defenses. He was not too sure if it was a good thing or not but that was just the way that he was. He was able to tell that there was still hostility between the two of them and that was surely because he was a servant and there was a small part of him that was angry about that but then again he was not looking to make friends with her either because there was no way that it would work out, there was no way he could be friends with the princess that hated Ari. He was not too much of a romantic himself because that would imply that he had romantic interests and really not too many girls here were bound to catch his attention but he could appreciate the poem for the way that it was written because it reminded him of the way that he felt about losing his mother. Something that no one was ever going to know if he could help it. People in this school would talk about it and he was sure that it would spread like wildfire and he did not want to be seen as some damaged soul to be taken care of and nurtured he needed to be the same strong protector that he had always been for Ari. He needed to remain as strong as he looked because right now he did not feel it and this poem awakened the compassionate side of him that really deep down did care about what people thought of him and that was a little more vulnerable than he cared to admit, it would never be seen though because the last person that he was about to drop his guard around was the Austrian princess, she would use it to her advantage in order to stomp him into the ground the first chance that she got. When she explained that her teacher had wanted to know whether she thought that it was about life or death and that she thought that it was about losing someone he nodded silently before finding words. I agree with that. Again? He really agreed again? Was there really so much wrong with that though?
He was not in the mood to get all defensive right now though so even when her eyes narrowed at him and caught his gaze and she asked him if he was here because of Ari the only response he gave her at first was shaking his head. I don't make a habit out of spying on people. He uttered a little more abruptly. Plus I have the evening off. He finished. Not everything is always about her, something you might realize one day. Ari was a large portion of his life and it was true that he would do anything at all for the girl in order to keep her safe and happy but that did not mean that his entire world revolved around the Albanian princess, that would not be fair to either of them. If she was thinking that he was going to sit here and talk about Ari so that she could gain some headground on the fight between the two of them then she was very wrong though. He was not going to be giving up any sort of information to her and if she wanted to talk about his boss he would be the first one to be leaving right out the door without a second look back. She commented that she was sorry that she rude and that the two did not get along and he gave a deep laugh. I never would have guessed that. He joked and for once he felt like some of the tension was relieved if only for a split second. Then the personal questions started and she managed to catch him at a good time because he did not even balk at it. Sure he was not going to tell her why he had moved from Italy or the fact that after his mother died that his father wanted nothing to do with his three children but he could tell her where he was from in the first place. He shook his head when she asked if he was from Albania. Salerno, Italy. He uttered. It's a city just south of Naples right on the sea. He knew that this was probably going to provoke more questions out of her and already this was more information than he had been willing to tell a lot of people so therefore she should feel privileged that he was in a sharing mood because it did not happen to often but really picturing her feeling privileged at all when anyone was concerned was a laughing matter.
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Post by emmalina sophie of austria on Jul 22, 2012 23:34:20 GMT -5
-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- It was true that Emmalina was just waiting for him to mess up; she just wasn't sure if she was going to jump down his throat when it happened. So far he'd been polite, as his rank dictated he should. In fact, Dillon should have been flattered that she even deemed him interesting enough to stick around this long. Most people simply weren't worth the time. Vapid, common, and boring were the trends most of Lina's classmates followed, and it did honestly become quite tiresome having only them to talk to. It's not like she'd ever become friends with Dillon or anything. Just considering it was ludicrous. Their worlds were two sphere's that barely came within sight of each other, let alone actually brushed against each other. And that wasn't even considering the fact that he worked for her sworn enemy. That alone put him so far off limits that a friendship between them was both ridiculous and impossible.
Albania wasn't a threat to Austria, that's for sure. Given that Albania was less than a quarter of Austia's size and that their economy was more dependant on other countries, Lina wasn't worried about Ari taking revenge once she had her crown. Besides, if Ari decided to retaliate in some way she'd have Lina's older sister to deal with. The original Head Queen was intimidating to say the least, and since she'd ruled the school in her time there it was safe to say that she was going to do the same thing with her country too. Yes, Lina had faith her sister would make a fabulous Queen... so long as she could rein in her backstabbing tenancies.
So long as the two of them were agreeing on things and Dillan was deciding not to be hostile, Lina figured she might as well ask a question or two. First things first though, she wanted to know for sure whether he was here on Arianna's orders or not. If he was there would be no hesitation before she left, not that Lina really expected him to tell the truth about it in the first place. Still, he was so arrogantly condescending that she knew Dillon was telling the truth. “You should try telling that to her,” was her just as abrupt answer. The words had slipped out almost automatically, as was now second nature when it came to Arianna. Lina couldn't help it, the girl was just so god damn irritating! And then she apologized for being rude, though Lina never apologized for anything, and certainly never to a servant. It escaped her as to why she felt the need to in the first place; it's not like Ari was innocent in this whole thing after all.
For a second after he made the joke Lina wasn't sure what to do, so she smiled tightly with closed lips, a barely polite smile. Then her sense of humor kicked in though and her face split with a relieved sort of grin. It was like the tension had simply dissipated into the air for a moment, and it felt... good. It had been a long time since she'd been able to laugh so easily with someone but Dillon accomplished it easily enough. A new chord seemed to have been struck between them, because when she expected him to clam up again with her question he surprised her by actually responding with a non-sarcastic answer. Lina wasn't sure exactly how far she could push this tentatively new and unspoken truce, so she took her time considering it, setting the paper beside her and looking at her feet, straightening her leg warmers. Even if he was a servant, Lina always wanted to look her best, no matter the company. “Well it's a um, nice accent. For you I mean." God, had she just complimented him? What for goodness sake had come over her? Emmalina herself was at a loss, but maybe the fact that Dillon had decided to give being polite a shot counted for more than she'd expected. Most people didn't come back for a round two, so she could at least respect the major guts the guy had.
Instead of overwhelming him with a flood of questions, Lina's response was to look out at the sea of chairs in front of them. “I've never seen the ocean,” she said wistfully. “But I've heard it's beautiful.” She sent a shy glance in his direction, concerned that she had admitted something to him. It wasn't information that could be used against her, but it had been a rather personal admission, especially considering who her current company was. “So, care to help me with the third stanza? I always get stuck on,” she paused to pick up the paper, examining the stanza in question. “'Disturbed, I doubt not, by my thought.' Probably because I have no idea what that entire section means.” While Emmalina felt again like she was admitting something to the servant, getting the poem right was vitally important to her right now and if he was willing to help she wasn't above taking it right now.
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Post by dillon on Jul 23, 2012 20:21:02 GMT -5
She was going to have a long while to wait if she was indeed waiting for him to mess up because he was going to be a lot more careful than that, his self control was not something that was characteristic of an almost seventeen year old boy, he had a lot more than a lot of people. He was so reserved when it came to being around other people that he really tended to exercise it a lot. He was acting polite because there was really no use in being rude to her because what good of entertainment was she going to be when she was on the defensive and right now whether she knew it or not he was looking to pass the time. He was looking for her to be a distraction and a reason not to go back to his dorm because really there was nothing there waiting for him since he did not feel like going out tonight. That was sometihng that was strange to him since he was almost always up for going out for a couple drinks in order to take the edge of the week off but he was not on edge this afternoon so he really felt like he might not need it. He knew that a lot of the reason that she was interested in him sticking around for longer than 30 seconds was the fact that she could not figure him out, he was still a mystery to her and so therefore if that were to change he was sure that he would be discarded without another thought like a piece of dirty laundry. That was alright with him though because he was not too sure if he liked being on the Austrian princesses radar, it seemed like a dangerous place to be and he wanted nothing from her at all so would being ridded from her company really be all that terrible? He wanted nothing to do with the Royal world and he did not come to school here to make friends. He came to serve Ari and that was why he was here and to get good grades, an education that people really could only dream of. He really did not think that sitting here and talking to her would even bring up the qualms between Lina and Ari though because not a single word about the Albanian princess was mentioned, and therefore he should not even be that linked to the country he was a no one and he was unimportant in his own mind. He had only been in his second year when Lina's sister had graduated and really he did not take too much notice of the older girl at all because there was no need to ever interact with someone like that but that was not to say that he did not hear the stories. With a school this tight knit and so dependant on gossip it was impossible not to hear what was passing through the hallways so he knew all about the personality of the imfamous head Queen and really it sounded like her sister was going to be following right in those footsteps as a cutthroat contender. Really did they all not realize that they would have a much better time at the school if they won people over by gaining their support and not just intimidating them? Support won by fear of being taken down socially surely was not as strong as friendship that was going to help them in the long run when they formed alliances important to their countries, but hey who was he to know anything at all?
He could not even believe that she asked him if he was there on Arianna's orders or not because that seemed like something so childish and something that he was sure that the Albanian princess would never do but there was no use in arguing with her and there was no use in getting her all hostile again when he was actually intending on playing nice. When she mentioned that he should tell Ari that everything was not about her he shook his head lightly. She has never thought that way, you are just immediately jumping to the wrong conclusions. He uttered. But I am not going to get between the two of you on this, this is between you and her not anything to do with myself. He stated wisely. Perhaps he would be spared from coming between the two of them but then again he was not too sure about that. There was a moment after he joked around with her that even though she did not join in in laughing that he felt like everything was a little more relaxed than it had been a couple minutes ago and he was slowly starting to be at ease though broad shoulders were still held rigid ready for any sort of attack she was going to throw his way. When she commented that he did not sound like he was from Albania then was the time that he could have just shut down and snapped some sort of a response at her but he really did not want to disturb the peace and therefore found himself answering truthfully and telling her where he had come from. She commented that it was a nice accent and in that moment it was hard for him to not looked shocked but the emotionless facade that he wore tended to do him well, he was sure that if he looked shocked that she would also be put back on the defensive. Grazie. He uttered in fluid Italian that flowed smoothly in a rich accent. It means thank you in Italian by the way. He added politely. She commented that she had never seen the ocean and eyes widened slightly. You are missing out, there is nothing like it. He stated, now he was concerned with the way that he was acting because he really needed to tread lightly before he ended up closing himself off completely. It's not like a lake where you can see to the other side it's an endless expanse of water that sometimes almost looks like it blurs with the blue of the sky on the horizon line. He commented with a shrug. He nodded silently when she asked if he was willing to help her on the third stanza of the poem and glanced back to what he could see from the sheet. In my own opinion the last leaf he speaks of falling to the ground represents life, and the wall represents the barriers of things that are beyond our control. I could be missing the point entirely but that's what it makes me think of. He stated wondering if it was even helping her at all.
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Post by emmalina sophie of austria on Aug 2, 2012 1:05:49 GMT -5
-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- The look of incredulity on Dillon’s face didn’t faze Emmalina in the slightest. In fact, she pointedly ignored it and decided to spend the thirty seconds she ordinarily would have spent glaring at him pulling her hair into a messy bun instead. Had she been alone there would have been no hesitation whatsoever in pulling her hair up, but she wasn’t sure what he would do now that she’d actually relaxed a little. Not very many people had the privilege of seeing Lina truly at ease, and even here on the stage where she felt quite comfortable the Austrian princess wasn’t letting her guard down. She had too many good reasons not to. Lina barely refrained from ‘harrumph-ing’ in a very unladylike manner at him when he defended Ari and said he wasn’t going to get in the middle. That was just bullpoopie; since Dillon was Ari’s servant there was no way in hell he could be totally objective about the situation. He was trying though which was good behaviour, and good behaviour should be rewarded in the Austrian princess’ opinion. That was a big part of the reason she let the issue go with barely a frown, keeping her face as emotionless as possible. It was highly unusual for her to be biting her tongue since Lina was usually blatantly honest about things like this. The two of them had been doing so well though, and she didn’t really
He was beyond confusing to her right now. The last time they’d been in close proximity the two of them had done nothing but snap and snarl at each other across the table. Of course, at that point Lina hadn’t known he was Arianna’s servant, so she’d made a pass at being nice to him. His rudeness had irritated her to the point that she hadn’t wanted to have anything to do with him from then on. Had he been royalty her interest might have been piqued enough to use him for her own entertainment, challenging his authority, but Dillon was just a servant and therefore beneath her attentions. Now that he’d done a 180 with his attitude though, her curiousity had been unleashed, prompting her to want to learn a little more about this strange boy. While still inwardly wary, Lina was really trying not to become irritable with him. Bad boy was a good look for him but that didn’t mean she had to put up with his crap.
Lina’s smile grew a little more broadly when he spoke Italian, making his accent even more blatantly obvious. “Grazie,” she said, trying to imitate the way his mouth had formed the word. Languages weren’t her specialty –they were something her sister had been far better at- but once Lina had the hang of something she never forgot how to do it. Speaking was one such example. After spending most of a summer in France a couple of years back her French had been quite good. And she’d die before admitting that she liked the way Dillon’s voice sounded speaking his native language. Hm, maybe he could be useful as more than just a servant. She wasn’t sure exactly why he was surprised she’d never seen the ocean. Austria was a landlocked country, and she was still too young to be sent on diplomatic missions to other countries by her parents. From the way he described it though, it sounded very beautiful. “It sounds wonderful.” It was one of the most sincere things she’d said to him thus far, though she wasn’t sure why sincerity was so important for her to have right now. Maybe she just didn’t want him to see her like everyone else did. She was perceived as a shallow, conceited girl who stepped all over everyone with no interest whatsoever in what they liked or thought about things. It was a fallacy that Emmalina herself had created to stay protected. Dillon might have been more intelligent than she’d originally given him credit for, because his analysis seemed spot on upon a minute of reflection. “I think you might be right. Whatever, I’ll work on this later when things are… quieter.” Her hands carefully folded the page into exact halves and then quarters before setting it on the stage on her other side. There was no point in continuing with it when she wasn’t free to make mistakes trying to recite it, and there was no way she was going to keep making a fool of herself in front of the boy, even if he was just a servant.
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Post by dillon on Aug 4, 2012 18:26:58 GMT -5
His eyes followed her like he was sure that any moment that this placid version of the Austrian princess was going to vanish in a poof of smoke, when it disappeared and the monster came out he wanted to be sure that he was at least going to have a heads up, a sort of warning before she clawed his eyes out. It never came though, she was sitting there pulling her hair into a bun before he glanced away since the last thing that he wanted to do was stare at her and give her any reason to act like a brat. She did not need reasons she made that pretty clear the last time that he had seen her and she had instantly taken a disliking to him purely because of who he served, that was nothing to do with the type of person that he was but she was too naive to realize that and that had been one of the main reasons that he had been sure to make sure that she knew that he was not going to be one of those people that just layed down while you stomped all over them, he was not going to just turn the other way when she bit snide comments at him, he was laid back most of the time but then again he did know when to speak and quite often his comments were just as witty and he was able to handle himself perfectly well. She seemed relaxed though right now and there was something that was completely calming about that, he was finding that maybe he did not dislike this side of her, to go as far as to say that he liked this side of her would require a lot more time spent but he was willing to admit that she was a lot more personable like this. Maybe he had been a little wrong about her in the first place when he had been so judge and think she was one of the most spoiled princesses around, it could still be the case but then again this side of her was a lot different. Even when he defended Ari, which was just natural since he was the one that was here and serving the youngest Albanian she did not say anything and he was even more surprised since she made it quite clear how much she did not like the other girl. He was not willing to get in the middle of it though because he never really did understand why girls tended to hate one another so passionately when it was just so much easier to get along, well unless there was some big misunderstanding between the two of them but then again he had been around long enough to not have seen anything like that. As for himself he did his best to make sure that he was on neutral terms with anyone and everyone; well except in the case of the Austrian princess the last time that they had met what was he supposed to do just listen to the two of them argue together and not get all defensive? That was a different time though and a different place and right now that was not something that he wanted to bring up not when they were getting along as well as they were right now. She really truly did manage to catch his attention but he was not willing for a moment to admit to that. If she had not caught his interest he would not be sitting there right now and helping her with the stanza in the poem he would have taken the first opportunity to leave and do something else.
Given that the younger years tended to be when speech developed and his first native language had been Italian he was always going to have the accent and people were always going to be able to recognize that he was not from Albania. It was not a bad thing but it did always bring up the past that he was not looking forward to reliving. That was part of getting over it though, was having it brought up so many times that he was going to feel immune to it eventually. He was convinced that was what was going to happen, just needed to give it a little more time. There was a small smile that crossed his face when he imitated the word that he just uttered and she sounded not too bad speaking Italian. Not too bad, I am impressed. He stated lightly. Being nice to her and actually complimenting her was something that he was not too sure how she was going to react to, then again right now when she seemed to be more at ease than ever seemed to be a good time to test the waters. To see what her reaction really was going to be. He was not too sure why he was really all that surprised that she had not seen the ocean as well he had just assumed that over the years that she had done a lot of travelling, most of the Royals seemed to whether it was just to visit cousins in another country or not, he really though could not describe just what it was like to be on the ocean though since there was so much more that went into the atmosphere. She mentioned that it sounded wonderful and he nodded lightly. I lucked out in moving to Albania since it is still on the ocean as well. He commented knowing that he could not handle living in a landlocked country since he depended so much on being able to be around the sea. When he explained what he thought that section of the poem was about she actually seemed to consider it and appreciate it before then folding the paper back up. She mentioned that she would work on it when it was quieter and brow rose silently. I will leave if that is what you want, I don't want to disturb you from your poem. He was actually being polite and voice did not carry an ounce of sarcasm. If she told him that she wanted him to leave then he would do so but if not, he was actually enjoying talking to her right now.
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Post by emmalina sophie of austria on Aug 16, 2012 1:05:26 GMT -5
-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- Thank goodness the auditorium was empty. It wasn’t that Lina didn’t want to be seen with Dillon… really she –okay, so the princess didn’t want to be seen talking to him, but she had good reason. The Austrian had her carefully constructed reputation to think about and what other students would say if they saw her acknowledging a servant’s existence, let alone having an actual conversation with one. Dillon was the enemy and Lina didn’t plan on forgetting it. He was probably only talking to her because there were no more chores on the list the ice princess and he had nothing more interesting to do with his time. If that was indeed the case then Emmalina decided he was rather pathetic. If it wasn’t then Dillon was masochistic and looking to lose, or completely daft and hadn’t caught on to the fact that they weren’t supposed to be talking. Even servants gossiped; they were probably the worst gossipers out of all the people at Vineheart, Lina suspected. She was probably on their collective radar due to her complete and utter lack of consideration of them as a whole. The Austrian wasn’t one to allow herself to be swayed by emotions and feelings of sentiment; if a job needed to be done or wasn’t done properly Emmalina had no problem whatsoever speaking up –loudly- and demanding it be completed.
It was part of the reason other people called her nasty things behind her back, but none of them dared say it to her face. Lina above all other things liked being in control. It was nice to have complete and total domination in at least this one aspect of her life. The rest was controlled by -shocker- her parents. She also liked the small smile on Dillon's face when she imitated his speech. And was that a compliment? His face became so dynamic when he forgot about being all cold and closed off, and Lina wanted to see more of it. The servant seemed comfortable enough discussing his language and country, so she decided to continue in that vein. She didn't want to risk saying the wrong thing when the conversation was going so much better than last time, and Lina didn't really want to fight right now. “Thanks." Well, she hadn't been expecting that from him. Civility was about all she'd expected, but this encounter had confounded the princess so far. There was a heavy pause for a second before her mouth started trying to fill in the space. “Well, now I know three words in Italian,” she said with a slightly broadening smile. “Grazie, ciao and fettuccine alfredo.” Her fingers ticked off the three words one by one before she peered shyly over at the servant again.
Emmalina's gaze turned shy when she noticed the incredulous expression on Dillon's face. In order to pass it off as boredom she played with her leg warmers again, wrinkling them just so but making sure the seams were straight up the back of her legs. “Do you sail and such then?” She was extra careful not to look directly at him, and instead avoided his blue eyes by focusing on a spot somewhere over his shoulder. Dillon told her that he'd leave if she wanted; Emmalina found that ironic considering that last time she'd have given her left hand to get rid of him. Without thinking, she reached out and lightly touched his shoulder. “Oh no, please don't!” Her dark chocolate coloured eyes flickered to his and away again while her hand hastily retreated back onto her own lap and resumed playing with her shoelaces. “I mean... it's alright really. It's sort of nice to have someone here.” She smiled tentatively again, inwardly wondering what the heck was the matter with herself.
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Post by dillon on Aug 16, 2012 23:07:04 GMT -5
It was a good thing that the auditorium was empty for him as well since he really did not have any interest in being seen with her either, he did not need any extra attention from the royals and he certainly had no interest in explaining why he had been there and why he was talking to her when she was so hard to get along with. He did want to be there though and while he might have thought that he did not want to talk to her when he first arrived she was proving to be interesting and a little different than he would have expected, he thought that the first thing that she would have done would be see to it that he was on his way away from her and as far as possible, to insult him to the point that he wanted to leave but there were moments where she almost seemed human. She seemed a lot less like a princess that was ready to leap down his throat and more like a person that you might find in a friendly town and stop to have a conversation with, though he was not that type of person and America was not like that at all. People here in comparison to Italy and Albania were not friendly. He had heard bad reviews on the hot headedness of Italians and he had yet to meet an American that was genuinely friendly and would go out of their way in order to help you if you needed it. If she thought that he was going to gossip at all about her she was very wrong because gossip was something that he could not be bothered with, he did not even look at the blasts that were sent out on the gossip collumn site, what good would that do him? If he wanted to know something about a person then he would ask them to their face and that was that. While he might not want to admit it there were certain aspects of the girls personality that he actually did admire, like the fact that she had a strong personality and that she was more than willing to speak up when she thought that she needed to be heard, there were too many other people that would not speak up at all when the time came and were prefectly content to just be walked all over, not so many people here at Vineheart since these people were all primping to become Kings and Queens when the time came but there were a lot of people that he tended to deal with on a daily basis that were push overs and he could not stand it. He tended to be quite laid back and he did not like to make waves if he did not need to but when there was something that he was passionate about there was no way that someone was going to not see the stubborn side of him. He did not even know why he was sitting there right now and why he was even bothering to be civil with someone that had been so rude to him before but he was just so completely shocked by the change in her and therefore he was willing to give her the second chance to prove him wrong, to prove that she was not just the type that was terrible and cunning and wanted nothing more than to see him walk away with hurt feelings, sure she probably still wanted to see that more than ever but right now he was willing to keep this up.
He even surprised himself when he complimented her and told her that he was impressed with her pronouciation of the Italian phrase he did not allow himself to consider it too much further though because it was dismissed as just being a complete slip up and that was all and it would not be happening again, he could not even start to allow his gaurd down when she was around and ready to pounce at any moment like he was sure that she would before the talk was over between the two of them, she was like a ticking time bomb ready to spring into action. There was a pause in the conversation which surprisingly really did not feel all that awkward where she stated that she knew three words in Italian and there was a deep chuckle that accompanied his response. Well I have to say that you have nearly mastered it then because the main language in Italy is elaborate hand gestures. Italians were known for that even if he was not one of them that tended to do the same. I am guessing you like fettuccine alfredo then? He asked with a curious tilt of his head glancing at her, for the sake of small talk. She then asked him if he sailed and there was a small smile that crossed his lips. I used to a lot more when I was younger but I try to as much as possible now, surfing was a little more my element though, there are some really nice beaches there. He explained though really how was he ever supposed to explain to her what a nice beach was when she had not been to one. When he told her that if she wanted less disturbances that he could leave if she wished he was more than surprised when she placed a hand on his shoulder and told him not to leave but he did not want to end up scaring her off by acting like he was at a loss for words though so a warm smile settled on lips as blue eyes were directed towards her. Alright I won't. He stated softly. She commented that it was nice to have someone there and he nodded. It is and sometimes it's nice to have a fresh face that you don't know all that well. He agreed before leaning back on his hands that were placed behind him where he was sitting. So other than reading poetry out to an empty auditorium what do you do in your spare time? He asked.
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