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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 20, 2008 23:50:04 GMT -5
Armand was the picture of Gothic romance, sitting in his cloaked, black splendor, dark and brooding as he stared wistfully out at the water. It was melodramatic and overly-gloomy, haunting the place where they first met, perhaps, but such was Armand's mood that he felt like humoring himself.
The crash of the waves on the sand had become commonplace to his inner rhythmn, and he barely noticed it anymore. He was sitting atop a black, craggy boulder, resting his forearms against his raised knees.
The entire situation was rather painful to even think about, and so he'd stopped after two hours of circle-running in his mind, and was now joyously blank.
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Post by Jules on Feb 21, 2008 0:10:47 GMT -5
At the Castle she'd been forced to wait fifteen minutes the other day just to find out he 'wasn't home'. Which had stung. But after the masquerade she'd heard nothing from him at all. And she was beginning to get the hint.
So he didn't want to hear from her anymore. That was just fine. He was just going to have to explain himself and then she'd be on her way, no trouble. Scout's honor.
Zizzy had been looking for him for a while now, and by the time she reached the lake she'd decided she was going to approach this calmly and rationally. That if he was indeed here, that she would be mature about him ignoring her. Maybe his Grandmother was ill, maybe...well no. Who was she kidding? He'd still gone to rehearsals, he'd still done stuff, and if there had been a major tragedy in the Ira family, people would know about it.
He just simply didn't want to hear from her anymore. And she really wanted to know why.
And she was going to ask in a mature, rational and calm manner. Which was why, when she saw a black cloaked figure that was definitely him sitting on a craggy boulder, looking too much like a model for the cover of some romantic novel, she stalked up behind him. Calm. Rational. Mature.
"Hey. You. What the hell is your problem?"
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 21, 2008 0:33:23 GMT -5
The problem with detaching yourself from your mind was that you didn't notice people cursing at you until the sound blasted you in the ears and nearly made you fall off your cozy, little boulder.
He startled, whipping around to stare up at Zizzy. Panic. That was his first reaction, and then a flush of red hit his cheeks as he remembered that he liked this girl. "Er..." he managed, and felt very intelligent for accomplishing even that. You are? he was tempted to say. And I mean that in the best possible way.
Being brought face to face with his new condition was unsettling. He wasn’t quite sure what to do about it. Should he act differently? Say something? Be, um, flirty? He didn't know how to do any of that, and add to that the fact that he'd more or less been avoiding this situation by any means possible, and he was left with zero reponse.
"I-- what?" Good one.
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Post by Jules on Feb 21, 2008 1:27:53 GMT -5
"I don't know what I've done wrong, but you've been ignoring me. Avoiding me. I'm not stupid. I'll take the hint and leave you alone but I just wanna know why. Then I'll leave you alone. Promise."
Which was probably a lie, because she was quite liable to start arguing any point he made about why she was completely dispensable. Which maybe wasn't the most tactful course of action, but Zizzy was more then slightly bewildered as to why Armand had suddenly decided not to like her anymore. And she didn't like it. It upset her more then she'd ever let something like this upset her in the past.
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 21, 2008 1:34:55 GMT -5
He shot her a pained look, a hint of desperation in his eyes, but he still couldn't quite find the words to fully explain himself. True, he'd been avoiding this encounter, but the idea of never seeing her again was definitely worse.
"You didn't do anything wrong," he said, slowly. "I don't want you to leave me alone."
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Post by Jules on Feb 21, 2008 7:11:12 GMT -5
Zizzy stared down at him blankly. Mixed messages seemed to be a speciality of his. How could he ignore her all this time and then say he didn't want her to leave him alone? It didn't make sense.
"Then what? You just avoided me for this long for kicks?"
She had promised herself she woudn't get too angry, but when actually faced with the problem, Zizzy found it more then difficult to remain level headed.
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 21, 2008 21:08:18 GMT -5
Little sparks appeared on her skin like angry static, barely noticeable, but quickly increasing, and he wisely decided to change his tactic.
"I don't think you want to know," he said tiredly, but she would think she would. He gestured at the rock they were perched on. "Can you sit for a minute?"
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Post by Jules on Feb 21, 2008 21:28:31 GMT -5
She sat with a good amount of angry put into the action. Equally so, she crossed her arms and fixed him with a glare. Static electricity danced across her skin, and she'd taken on an odd glow in the gloomy light.
"Don't start this Armand. If I didn't want to know, I wouldn't ask. I really DO want to know why you've decided to ditch me."
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 21, 2008 21:54:58 GMT -5
"I'm sorry," he said, and he meant it. He brought his gaze back to the grayish waters. His jaw shifted as he thought.
"I just needed time to think...."
If he ever got to the point, it would be a miracle.
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Post by Jules on Feb 21, 2008 22:12:26 GMT -5
"About what?"
Zizzy demanded, perhaps a touch more gently. She'd obviously done something to upset him, and although she couldn't possibly think what she'd done wrong, maybe she'd offended him somehow. Obviously, something wasn't right.
The static electricity faded, as did the odd glow. He looked sad, and it was hard to stay mad at a depressed person. It just kind of made you feel guilty.
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 21, 2008 22:22:38 GMT -5
He felt pathetic and cowardly. The effort it took to gather up the courage to tell her was ridiculous. He felt like he was willingly jumping out of an airplane without a parachute. He closed his eyes, took a breath, and made the plunge.
"I think I.... like you."
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Post by Jules on Feb 21, 2008 22:39:21 GMT -5
Hadn't they already gone through this, the first time they'd met? He'd told her how strange it was that he already liked her. Because apparently, he didn't take a liking to people at all very much.
And he hadn't avoided her for this long, and gone all depressed over liking her as a friend. It took Zizzy a moment to puzzle this all out. But still, she couldn't be sure, and how embarassing would it be if she were wrong?
"Ummm. I like you too Armand. I thought we'd gone over this already?"
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 21, 2008 22:45:48 GMT -5
He gave a choked moan, pushing his hands over his face and rubbing furiously a few times, before tugging them through his hair. Confessing once had been hard enough-- and for naught. Dishevelled, hair shifted decidedly to the right, he looked at her, blue meeting her own stormy gray head on.
"Zizzy," he said softly, stressing her name with emphasis. And then, in direct defiance to himself, he rocked forward and pressed his lips to hers.
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Post by Jules on Feb 21, 2008 23:15:58 GMT -5
Suspicions confirmed. Zizzy froze for a nanosecond before smiling against his lips. She raised her hands to cup his face and kiss him back, no shocks this time.
Apparently, he'd clued in. Which was more then nice, but even so, she had to wonder why he'd felt the need to ignore her before SHE came hunting to find out what the hell was going on.
But now was certainly not the time to be thinking about that. Right now, she was being kissed. Right now, she was kissing back. Not worrying about much else, and feeling a pleasant happy buzz.
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 21, 2008 23:22:54 GMT -5
He pulled back and gave her something that could probably be considered a smile. He didn't apologize, but honestly. He needed to learn some self control.
"I meant," he said, "that I like you."
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