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Post by anastasiya svetlana of russia on Oct 6, 2012 23:38:21 GMT -5
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Slipping quietly into class as she was apt to do to remain out of everyone’s eyesight and out of mind, Ana nearly groaned when she saw the layout of the class. The desks were pushed away and to the back, creating a large open space in the middle of the room. From the back of her mind Ana pulled up the last memory of the class laid out this way, and didn’t come up with anything pleasant. For some reason, the some of the teachers at Vineheart liked to believe that unorthodox teaching methods were the best way to teach their rather peculiar students. Most of the time Ana didn’t mind, even if she did prefer the more traditional way of learning, and would just go along with it, when she could pick out the meaning behind the activities and their usefulness. She had yet to do so for Beaumont’s unusual teaching methods. Unfortunately, no one else seemed to get it either, so they were stuck just leaning against the line of desks or against the wall, or in Ana’s case, perched on the windowsill facing away from the door.
As soon as their teacher called the class to order, the volume of the class lowered significantly, though there was still the occasional buzzing, which increased when he announced that they were indeed repeating the same drill from earlier on in the year. Just as she had guessed. As he started pairing them off, Ana wondered how it would be if the class had had an uneven number of males and females, then realized it probably would have meant that one of the boys would have to dance twice. She would have felt bad for that poor guy, especially since the majority of their class barely knew what they were doing. At least it was bound to be an improvement on the last time that much was for certain. Hearing her name called, Ana moved mechanically to her spot in line with the other girls after dropping her bag and shedding her jacket for better movement. "I think there’s some sort of conspiracy here," she said, a tiny shred of a smile-like smirk on her face as she saw Viktor facing her. [/style] TAG VIKTOR ; OUTFIT HERE ; NOTES IT'S BLAH AND SLIGHTLY LATE, WHOOPS [/style] |
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Post by viktor on Oct 7, 2012 4:44:31 GMT -5
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[/div] tearing love apart, By this point, Viktor was wondering how come he hadn’t gone into hibernation and just woken up when it was graduation time. Classes weren’t getting any more interesting than they had been at the beginning of the year, and he certainly wasn’t getting any younger. By this point, he was honestly looking forward to finishing Vineheart schooling and getting the hell out of here. It would be much better, in his mind, if he could mingle with someone else than just all these snobby royals here, and their servants who half the time thought they were definitely too good to grace these halls. It was pretty annoying, even if amusing at times. He sighed when he looked at the clock on the wall and gathered his books. He’d been spending this period in the library going through some last-minute changes to his assignment that he wasn’t doing in pairs, though it was a shame since he would have enjoyed Bri’s company on it once more. But he needed to finish this one on his own, and he needed to do it fast too, since the deadline was tomorrow. But one glance at the clock also told him that while it was pretty good to skip class now and then, it was NOT good to skip Beaumont’s class, because that particular professor had ways of paying you back when you weren’t looking. And honestly, Viktor wasn’t in the mood to really go through any detentions at this time of year, because it wasn’t going to really matter anyway. Then again, if he got detention, then maybe he could work on this assignment ... but he shook his head and stood, slinging his bag across his shoulder and exiting the library. Better not risk it. Taking his chances on easier classes was one thing. Beaumont was unpredictable at best.
Sighing as he pushed his hands into his pockets and strolled up the stairs towards where the classroom was located, the Slovak prince wondered whether these days would EVER end, or whether or not they would just drag on forever. It was almost childish, but at the same time, he honestly couldn’t take much more of this. The only amusement he got currently was from the Russian princess, but she wasn’t nearly as cooperative now that they’d called it a truce, and well he did like the truce. It was way better than being dragged to impromptu balls and whatnot. He wasn’t one for those and so he was glad that none of that had occurred anymore so that he didn’t have to toss her into the pool again either. That had been fun though, and he was glad he’d done it. It made the truce all that easier, especially after seeing her almost childlike happiness over the muffins and the hot cocoa. It had been pretty amazing in a way. Sighing again as he finally reached the allotted classroom, Viktor was stopped at the entrance and as his height was greater than most of his peers – he was also slightly lankier, but hey, that didn’t help either – he could see the positioning of the desks and chairs ... and groaned. Oh no. He had DEFINITELY wished well to skip this one. Beaumont was insane, officially. He dropped his bag and leaned against the wall with a morosely arrogant look as they were paired off, and yeah, karma didn’t have anything on him in a good way. Just in a bad one as he waited in line with the rest of the guys for the girls to be settled down. Looking at Ana across from him, he wondered whether this was some kind of practical joke, or whether the teacher was reading the gossip blog. He flashed her a slow smile though.. Someone has a wicked sense of humor. But hey, at least I know you won’t step on my toes. His lips quivered with silent amusement. The last time they had danced together, he hadn’t known her all that well. Now he did, and he certainly wasn’t planning on making himself an iceberg. He also congratulated himself to have drawn out more than most from the little ice princess across from him. The professor explained the rules –as per usual and as before – and then as the music began, Viktor went into a bow with the same half-amused expression on his face. 730, it's all good dear <3 [/center][/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table] THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY WILMETTA OF CAUTION. [/center] |
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Post by anastasiya svetlana of russia on Oct 7, 2012 18:25:36 GMT -5
[style=color: 969696; font-size: 35px; line-height: 10%; font-family: times new roman; text-shadow: -1px 0 white, 0 1px white, 1px 0 white, 0 -1px white, 1px 0 white, 0 -1px white, 1px 0 white, 0 -1px white] here comes the storm, [style= width: 300px; height: 255px; padding: 15px; overflow: auto; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify;]The fear and frustration in the room was almost palpable as Beaumount explained everything over again, as if they were children and couldn’t remember. For the most part, they weren’t, but there were a few that Ana would question if they even remembered what had happened in class yesterday. While she shared in these sentiments, she was feeling them quite a bit less than she had at the beginning of the year when they’d done the same thing, though the explanation had taken longer then. She wasn’t afraid of dancing, just the partner she may be stuck with, since the professor hadn’t specified if they’d be taking the same ones as before. She’d be much more comfortable if it was Viktor she’d be paired up with; she knew, at least, that he was competent enough to know the steps and not have to fumble through all of it like most of the immature boys seemed to be doing, and that she didn’t mind him as much as most other people. He was tolerable, she would say, but she’d never quite explain the reasoning that had brought her to that conclusion. It was rather fearsome in itself. Not something she’d willingly admit to, even to herself, that she may perhaps enjoy the pompous prince’s company. He would make a suitable partner because he was tolerable, she told herself, and not that she wanted Beaumont to say they’d have the same partners. Nothing like that in the slightest. She’d be a little more convincing, even to herself, if she hadn’t almost slipped off her perch on the window sill when she thought of it.
Then again, she’d observed a few of the other boys as they’d entered and seen the open dance floor and some looked even smug, as if they’d been expecting it to happen and had been practicing. Maybe one of them wouldn’t be so bad. They’d try hard to impress and would give two thoughts to what they were doing. She had no illusions to the dance however; it wasn’t a simple one or the habitual bump-and-grind that most of the students seemed to favour. It was no wonder they were all on edge whenever Beaumount decided to announce an ‘activity day.’ Those days everyone was on pins and needles as he explained, and now that the dreaded day was here, Ana wished she’d paid just a little more attention to see who the prepared ones were and to try and get placed with them. She recognized a few of the girls in the class as those on the school’s dance team, and while it wasn’t something she particularly liked to do, the obnoxious movements that they did in their sport were not unknown to her, at least standing by them would mean that she would have less a chance of being knocked over by incompetency. The most she could really do is hope and rely on her own skill to get her through this. From experience, she knew that that was probably her best bet anyway.
Well she certainly wasn’t going to miss Beaumont’s classes, she decided and tried to remember to block out whatever painful memory this class was going to make from her mind as quickly as possible. Painful, probably in the most literal sense since most of the students couldn’t put one foot in front of the other to make anything even passable as a dance. Her grandmother had once told her of all the dance lessons and etiquette classes that Vineheart used to offer, it seemed like Beaumount was trying to make up for the former that had been lost to the changing of the times. However, certain things were best left forgotten, weren’t they? Except someone, perhaps Beaumont since he did seem to be the meddling type, or God perhaps, or another form of fate, seemed to be loath to let her forget certain things that had caused more trouble than good. At least in the long run. "A sense of humour or a need to reinforce improbable rumours," she said, remembering not-so fondly all the questions and intrusions of her privacy that had been had when the ever so infamous gossip blog had decided to feature Ana and Viktor, her apparent partner for the day, on the blog. "At least not by accident," she smirked, teasing him in the slightest as she curtsied with the rest of the girls. Not that she’d actually try and injure his toes, but it may help to keep him alert if he thought she would. [/style] [/style] |
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Post by viktor on Oct 8, 2012 5:10:39 GMT -5
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[/div] tearing love apart, Beaumont definitely had a wicked sense of humor, and he seemed to be just asking for a riot, though Viktor wouldn't be participating in it. He'd most likely turn his back and just walk out of the classroom, it would definitely be the best choice he could make. It was way too late in the school year to actively be rioting about whatever, and so the Slovak prince was simply contemplating exiting the classroom should it come that far. Some of the guys were actually practicing the steps to the side, which made him arch an eyebrow. Seriously? There was absolutely no way that they could have been practicing the dance steps, could it? Apparently it could, though he honestly couldn't see how it would be able to help them, there were some things you just couldn't really be taught, and dancing was one of them when it came to having two left feet. Someone just tripped over his own right then, and Viktor pushed back a snicker at that, sighing softly as Beaumont called them to order and then had them take their places. That he would have to redo this thing yet again just as they had at the beginning of the year was beyond madening, but hey, at least he now knew what to expect, which was nothing. He didn't quite understand this particular excercise, but at the same time, he was desperately hoping that the point of it would eventually get explained. He didn't seem to be having much luck with that though, as the teacher was just about set to turn the music on, and he found himself face to face with the Russian princess again. History had a strange way of repeating itself, that much was obviously true, and certain, and he would be the first to admit that. He shook his head at the thought and simply gave Ana an impish little grin. There would definitely be worse ways to go through this class than with her as his dance partner, and he was much more comfortable with her than he would have been with anyone else.
Dancing with Ana had been interesting at best the first time around, but all the same, it had been much better than if he had been originally paired off with someone else, because at least she knew what she was doing, and she didn't need much direction. That was a good thing. Viktor had never been big on dancing, but his mother had insisted, and so to please her, both he and his brother had kind of undergone long hours of lessons that also included some almost medieval dancing, although Beaumont was vehemently trying to persuade them that it was something from the era of Jane Austen. Really though, did it matter? Viktor was just trying to surpress a smile at the clumsy curtsy the girl next to Ana was currently trying to undertake. Gracefullness was obviously not something you could teach either, and so he forced his eyes away from her and back to his dance partner, who seemed to be pretty amused herself with this whole thing. It was good though, because that meant she wasn't prone on kicking his shins or anything of the sort while they were dancing. He rolled his eyes at her murmur and gave her a wicked grin. Don't get me started on trying to reinforce them myself. It's probably bad enough that we're doing this again and we aren't eyeing each other like two icebergs ready to kill each other. He surpressed a sigh when he glanced to his left and saw one of his classmates eyeing him with a conused expression. People were just so beyond his understanding somehow. His expression turned amused even more at her little jibe, and he shook his head, Don't think I won't do the exact same thing, and as far as I remember, my body weight is a bit more than yours. He smiled wickedly again. He could fight fire with fire if she wanted him to, and he most certainly would if he had to. Beaumont then called them further to order as he commented on how this would now work to those who had apparently missed the excercise the first time around. The joy. Viktor waited his cue, and then stepped up with the rest of his line so that he could circle around his partner and then offer her his hand for her to place on. I swear though, I'll definitely be glad when this class is over, he commented dryly as he did so, making sure that he wouldn't be in the way of one of their classmates who managed to get himself lost in the steps and therefore ended up almost colliding with half his line. Viktor wished he could be anywhere else but here, even the cafeteria would work, sans muffins. Wherever, so long as he wouldn't have to worry about this particular situation right now. 831, ahaha <3 [/center][/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table] THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY WILMETTA OF CAUTION. [/center] |
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Post by anastasiya svetlana of russia on Oct 21, 2012 20:26:15 GMT -5
[style=color: 969696; font-size: 35px; line-height: 10%; font-family: times new roman; text-shadow: -1px 0 white, 0 1px white, 1px 0 white, 0 -1px white, 1px 0 white, 0 -1px white, 1px 0 white, 0 -1px white] here comes the storm, [style= width: 300px; height: 255px; padding: 15px; overflow: auto; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify;]Ana could only imagine the delight of all the young girls in the class that had grown up dreaming of the day they’d be old enough to attend fancy balls, wear pretty dresses and dance like they did in all the Austenian and Victorian movies they’d watched as children. They’d been fantasies Anastasiya had only ever dreamed of dreaming. Honestly, she didn’t think it mattered much that she’d never made any allusions of grandeur for such spectacles because it meant she had much lower standards than the rest of the girls, for once, in regards to their current situation. Whenever they didn’t get the step right, they got angry and frustrated, which only lead to more anger and frustration and their eventual disappointment. They weren’t living up to their girlish fantasies, something that Ana had never had and therefor, she had nothing to compare it to. The medieval like dancing suited her just fine; it was much simpler than most things, but given the wrong partner and you were bound to be stepping on toes. Luckily, Ana seemed to be avoiding that for the most part and her only real concern was making sure no one stepped on hers.
Except for that one split second when she considered what Viktor had just said; she wasn’t glaring daggers at him. That nearly made her trip over herself as she fell back in line with the other girls, but she passed it off as a slip of the foot and managed to right herself before anyone noticed. Was that reinforcing the rumours? Surely she was allowed to be at least cordial to him, wasn’t she? She wasn’t always frosty, just a clipped politeness that tended to off-put more people than it pleased. And since when had she allowed something different with Viktor? Sure, they’d called some sort of truce, a sort of ceasefire more like, but she wasn’t quite certain when she’d stopped trying to attempt to freeze him with steely green eyes. Or why on earth it didn’t bother her all that much that she’d given up being bitter towards him. Sarcastic and flippant, yes, those were things she didn’t shake off for anyone, but if she was being completely honest with herself, she knew she wasn’t trying to irk him and jostle his calm collectedness anymore, and even if she did try, she knew it was more for amusement than to actually try and anger him out of spite. They were even and had gotten on relatively good terms, at least in Ana’s book, so why wasn’t she feigning indifference? She didn’t have a bloody clue. She’d rather just forget about that line of thought altogether, since she wasn’t sure she’d like where it would lead.
"I could glare at you if it would make things easier," she said, knitting her eyebrows together in mock concentration, as if she was trying to blow up his head with her mind, something she’d long ago convinced her brother she could do so they’d leave her alone to read. They still didn’t come near her when she was holding a book and had her reading glasses on; until she took them off, they were likely to get their heads bit off. "But if I stepped on your foot and say, brake your toe, you could easily get it repaired and ask them to, I don’t know, put a web between it to make swimming easier, it would be beneficial to you," she said as she rounded around the girl next to her and proceeded weaving through the line at the same pace as her partner. "If you break my toes, I’m out of commission forever, then who would you have to dance with?" She used her hand to swipe across the room as if to tell him to take his pick of the girls stumbling over the steps while her feet went through the steps mechanically. One foot going in front of the other without much thought; she liked knowing the steps already, it made it much easier to think of other things, namely Viktor waddling around like a duck with webbed feet. The mental image brought a miniscule smile to her face and a small chuckle to her lips. "Just be glad that in a few weeks, we’ll never have to step foot in this classroom again." That was enough to stretch her lips just a little further. If she never had to see Beaumont or this ridiculous class again, it would be far too soon. And the next time some fool asked her to dance, it had better not be to a string orchestra, or she’d have to stomp on toes and pull her own hair out. [/style] [/style] |
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Post by viktor on Oct 22, 2012 5:14:56 GMT -5
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[/div] tearing love apart, Well, he knew he was making a sound point with the whole thing; Viktor was pretty sure that Ana could definitely glare at him if she wanted to, but at the same time, he liked the fact that they could share the knowing, conspiratory glances when no one else knew what was going on and just stay aloft from all the others. It was kind of something he excelled at on a dayly basis just to keep people away from himself, but all the same, Ana had somehow managed to wiggle right under or over those defense walls he'd placed up, and now she seemed pretty content to stay right where she was, on the other end of them, and giving him that innocent look that normally would have made him cringe, but now only made him wary as to what she had in mind in that dainty head of hers. She could be diabolical, that much he'd already figured out, but since they'd called a truce, he couldn't imagine what he could have done to deserve anything but cordiality from her. It was definitely better than being regardes cooly like she was actually a statue of ice though, because THAT would simply give more fuel to the rumors than they were doing right now. Being normal towards each other and apparently teaming up to make sure that they didn't mingle with the wrong crowd, well, that sort of would stick around way better than if they went back to their previous behaviour. Then again he would have to admit that after being dragged to a ball and then tossing her into the pool, that would've been entirely too difficult to phantom. The thought made him want to chuckle, so he pressed his lips tightly together and made sure that he focused on the steps. He wasn't the most avid of dancers, and definitely not the best of them, but somehow he managed to have his concentration on what he was doing and thus avoided falling flat on his face or tripping generally.
The concentrated look she gave him right after she spoke again made him want to laugh, and so he simply pressed his lips together in silent amusement for a moment, regarding her with grey eyes that seemed to know exactly what was going to happen in the next moment. Well, it wouldn't be too difficult to figure out, he was going to tease her. As per usual. Sure you could, but that would simply fuel more rumors. After all, we're kind of buddies on the gossip blog already, or at least partners in crime. You giving me dirty looks will only make you seem more frigid. You don't need that right before graduation, do you? He was obviously poking her just a little, but these jibes were nothing compared to what they seemed to have been tossing at each other's faces at the beginning of their knowledge of the other's existence. Viktor was by now quite content to let Ana know just when and where he wasn't going to tolerate much more than she was giving him, because well, she gave him the same thing. They had sort of established a truce on mutual ground because both of them seemed tobe on the same level when it came to teasing and being willing to get rid of their high school experience. In fact, Viktor couldn't wait to get the hell out of here and make sure that he never came back, unless it was to visit his younger brother, who seemed to have vanished into thin air recently. He was probably studying somewhere, or running after girls, not necessarily in that order. Focusing back on Ana as he turned around one of the standing guys, he barked out something that sounded like a laugh but got muffled into a cough so Beaumont wouldn't have the time of his life. That sounds exactly like something you'd do, honestly, you'd so order that webbing between my toes, he commented after he managed to get a grip on himself again, shaking his head, and then looking around the room as she swept her arm over it, and rolling his eyes, and you have a point. I'd probably die of boredom or just sit it out if I had to dance with anyone else. At least I know YOU won't kill my poor toes on the spot. His grey eyes twinkled in her direction lazily. He had to agree with her heartily on the last one though. Amen to that. I swear, the next time I see tables and chairs pushed against walls, I'm giving a run for it. Maybe even breaking out of here like a madman. I've had enough period dancing to last a lifetime. He pulled a face, just in time to coincide with one of their classmates who botched up a step and managed to collide into Viktor's side. The Slovak rolled his eyes and side-stepped, before gently nudging the other guy back in line and resuming his own steps. Honestly, you'd think no one in here has danced before in their lives, he commented in a muted voice. 862, it’s all good dear <3 [/center][/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table] THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY WILMETTA OF CAUTION. [/center] |
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Post by anastasiya svetlana of russia on Oct 22, 2012 21:48:53 GMT -5
[style=color: 969696; font-size: 35px; line-height: 10%; font-family: times new roman; text-shadow: -1px 0 white, 0 1px white, 1px 0 white, 0 -1px white, 1px 0 white, 0 -1px white, 1px 0 white, 0 -1px white] here comes the storm, [style= width: 300px; height: 255px; padding: 15px; overflow: auto; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify;]Honestly, Ana couldn’t care less about being featured in the gossip column anymore, even if once it had been her greatest preoccupation to diligently stay out of it as best as possible. For one, it was clear that most of what was reported was completely ridiculous and often completely biased without any founded proof, and she expected the majority of Vineheart to be able to pick it out, varying as their intellects were. And given the proximity to the end of the year, she didn’t mind so much now as she had at the beginning when, if she’d happened to get her face plastered anywhere, it was sure to linger, whereas now, she’d be gone in weeks and never have to really see anyone from school regularly again if she didn’t chose to do so. Of course, there would be some she’d see repeatedly, the ones she’d become friends with and become close acquaintances, but those, in the event something did happen until then, wouldn’t mention whatever it was or bring it up if she hadn’t done so herself. Ana, for one, couldn’t stand talking about gossip with the people that were involved in it, or well, speaking of it at all. It seemed very petty and useless to talk about someone behind one’s back, if she wanted the information she’d go to the source, it was just that easy. When it came down to it, if Ana wanted information on something, she’d get it, and no need to have some blog report it to her. She could only hope that the rest of the school believed the same thing, but alas, by the sidelong glances they were receiving, she knew that it wasn’t the case, and that more people read that blog, and didn’t forget it and pass it off as useless news, than she’d expected.
The blatant amusement on Viktor’s face made her crinkle her nose in triumph and quirk her lips up; well, she’d succeeded in one goal. After all, if she couldn’t make him angry and openly debate everything he said, why not amuse him as he did her? It was only fair, really, and Ana felt as if it was an equitable trade that would do them both well. They could be friends, couldn’t they? She couldn’t see any reason they couldn’t be, and really, if there were less people that she was on the bad side of, then all the better. "Lovers Scorned?" she chuckled, "Or some variety of that, I suppose. They’d certainly play it out to be something it isn’t, they always do." It was true, and she’d really much rather have her face attributed to some good news rather than any sort of scandal. It just seemed like all the cards were in favour of her treating Viktor nicely, and playing well with him, as her mother would have encouraged her as a child. "I’m Russian," she laughed. Really laughed; not long and deep or throaty, but giggled in that soft way that was different than her usual chuckle, less snide and more mirth. "We’re always frigid." She let her laugh trail off, so unused to it that she wasn’t sure how to end it properly, but figured letting it die out naturally after her joke was fine. Normally, she’d try and hold it in, keep the show of emotions to herself and would most definitely not laugh outright in the middle of class, she did have the 'cold, hard bitch' persona to uphold, but given she wasn’t glaring at Viktor, not fighting this activity that Beaumont was forcing them to do or dealing any quipping sarcasm, she figured it didn’t matter. Let it go for once and try and make this horrid dance at least a little better.
“Maybe," she said with another conspiratory quirk of her lips, except this time, she bit her bottom lip to keep herself from snorting. "But I’d buy you a rabbit to the Bugs to your Daffy. It would be so worth it, just to see you waddle around." She snorted and shook her head, knowing the mental image was going to stay with her regardless of if she thought of it any longer, so she shook it off. "Exactly. In this situation, my toes and I are your indispensable allies; you can’t afford to lose them. However, I wouldn’t be adverse to sacrificing one to get out of here, even a hospital would be better," she said, offering a glare in Beaumont’s direction, who was looking at them with amusement. If there was a way she could legally wipe the grin off his face, and amounted to her 'revenge' standards, then she’d have done it long ago. "I can’t wait to be in an actual classroom where actual learning happens," she said, grinning as she thought of all the oddball teachers around Vineheart, they were sort of a trademark around here. "I feel like yelling remix any time, and pop-lock-and-drop-ing it." She couldn’t help but snort and nod at his last affirmation, deciding It was better to agree than try and reign back the biting comment that was rising to her tongue, which she knew would do no good if she spoke it out loud, instead offering the girl beside her a pinched smile and purposely turned her the right way around preventing from spinning in the wrong direction. [/style] TAG VIKTOR ; OUTFIT HERE ; NOTES I AM SO TIRED SHE IS MAKING BAD JOKES, I'M SORRY. [/style] |
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Post by viktor on Oct 24, 2012 5:50:11 GMT -5
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[/div] tearing love apart, Viktor had done a pretty good job at staying clear from the gossip blog in the past years of his schooling, but at the same time, he also didn’t quite care whether or not he was featured on it. He wasn’t the type who would worry about having his face printed out on the whole thing, because honestly, who cared? They were royalty, people would follow them around regardless what they did, and they would always have their pictures taken. One more tidbit over the other really wasn’t going to hurt him at all, especially since there was absolutely no way that he had ever been affected by it. He was just kind of laid-back and honestly just relaxing as much was was humanly possible, and really, worrying would only make him go grey easier. That being said though, he did notice the glances thrown his way, especially from some of the more, how did they say it was, oh right, popular royals, but he didn’t really mind those. Actually, he pretty much ignored them. There was no way unless hell froze over that he was going to give them the time of day, it was just not possible. Why did he say that? Well, because his father had taught him that rumours only had as much power as the amount of belief you had in them, and he didn’t really believe any of them, so there, that problem was easily solved through him not caring. He was a little bit unsure as to why he and Ana were suddenly so interesting to everyone though, given the fact that both were quite solitary and there were bound to be people out there who were a lot more interesting to follow over the whole deal of their relationship, or lack of thereof. Honestly, the sooner he got out of this all, the better. University was proving to be quite the temptation already.
His amusement was definitely sky-rocketing, because Ana seemed to also be in quite the good mood, which would lead to her being less sarcastic and just be witty, and it was a favourable outcome. Lovers scorned? Good one there, never would’ve thought about it, he commented out loud, musing, and putting on the pensive facade that he was usually good at, but he normally didn’t do it in front of everyone like this and he certainly didn’t make jokes about it either. It was all a matter of principle though, and he was quite sure that Ana would agree with him. Her laughter caught him off-guard, but it was definitely a sound worth hearing, and he couldn’t help the smile that spread across his lips at it, his grey eyes twinkling slightly. Hey, you laughed. Points to you, and me, I have to be funny enough to get you to do that. Her words made him playfully roll his eyes. Well, you kind of just paradoxed yourself, you can’t be frigid if you’re laughing, he countered her smoothly, but it wasn’t even the uaual sarcasm he used all around. Her gentle laughter had sort of smoothed out the edges it seemed, and Viktor was definitely feeling the effects. Then again, dancing this stupid dance in Beaumont’s class was definitely not something he would have ever imagined doing, but hey, life was life, so he wasn’t about to worry too much about it. He would be out of it as soon as the final exam hit, and then good riddance to bad rubbish. He arched an eyebrow. Daffy and Bugs? Nice mental image. I might have to get a costume for next Halloween. He bit his lips from laughing out loud, especially when she went on and on about her toes, and his, and alliances, and whatnot. If anyone would really have listened to them, they would have said that they were both ready to be placed into an asylum. You’d sacrifice one of your toes just for that? I’d gladly oblige, but I have a feeling you won’t let me live it down, which means I’ll have to find someone else to do it for me ... so you won’t know it was my idea, he commented in mirth, then rolled his eyes, but I agree, this whole excercise is pointless. I don’t see any way this can be incorporated in the final exam, though if we have to DANCE our way through it, I might as well just shoot myself. He heaved a dramatic sigh at that. She had a point with the word ‘actual’. Think we’ll get to see some more of his kind when we’re off at university? he commented, Because then I think I’ll give up on the institution all together. There’s no way I’m ever taking any more dancing classes. But he laughed when she pointed out her wants, and grinned in her direction, You should totally do it, you know. No one expects you to. It’d double the fun. He was actually considering ways to create enough of a commotion to get them out of here though. But we definitely need a diabolical plan. I’m bored to death of this. Besides, this wouldn’t affect their final exam, classes were almost over ... and ditching was also healthy. Glancing over at Ana, Viktor wondered whether she’d be up for a little commotion so they could give the class and the professor a slip. 899, it’s all good dear <3 [/center][/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table] THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY WILMETTA OF CAUTION. [/center] |
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