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Post by Jules on Feb 13, 2008 1:20:52 GMT -5
When Samantha sauntered up beside him, he began to feel even more conjested. He rubbed his nose absentmindedly and was metaphysically looking at her in atonishment. Physically, however, he gave her an almost fatherly look.
"A nice choice. I like the lilac." He informed her and the looked back to Gavin. David wanted to pick out a lily and present it to her, he wanted to do alot more then that, but of course his hands stayed behind his back, his gaze remained platonic and friendly.
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Post by Marguerite on Feb 13, 2008 1:26:17 GMT -5
Gavin felt his face heat up again as her finger brushed his palm. No blushing! No! He could control his central nervous system, he could, he could!
Fortunately, she wandered away before she could notice his blush. Gavin blew his fringe out of his eyes in relief. Well, maybe his fairy godmother looked after him after all. Decent of her to do so at a safe distance, with a complete lack of glitter. He dropped the rose and, for no real reason at all, started looking around for lilies.
He wandered a bit past David and knelt down, brushing weeds away until he could get a shoot to curl upwards and blossom, white petals curving away from the yellow stamen, like peeling a banana. Gavin, because he knew the right and properly chivalrous thing to do, picked the lily and held it up. "Well. I got lucky." Gavin held it out. "Want it?"
Also? If Miss Cross had been looking at him the entire time, he would not be as cool as put-together as David. The guy either had some serious skills or a desperate need for a therapist.
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 13, 2008 1:36:18 GMT -5
David could have rivaled any girl for the look in his eyes. Not a speck of attraction. Pick me a lily, you insufferable twit, she thought, but in vain. The worst part of it was, she felt warmed to him, as if he were someone to be trusted, someone who could also be her friend and that never happened.
She glanced down at the lily presented before her. She took it in two fingers and stuck it behind her ear. "Thank you," she said.
"Shall we continue? I think the garden needs more of Gavin's magic touch."
This time she purposely looped her arm through David's, resting one hand in the crook of his elbow, the other resting partly on his wrist and partly on his hand.
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Post by Jules on Feb 13, 2008 1:44:59 GMT -5
David look down on her arm in his. His hand under hers. Inside, he smiled. He had to suddenly start breathing through his mouth. But the friend facade remained firmly in place still. His other other came round to clasp over her hand, a patronly move. As if he was leading a child instead of escorting a beautiful woman.
"Gavin does have a way with these things." He said, of course, agreeably.
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Post by Marguerite on Feb 13, 2008 1:54:56 GMT -5
Okay, when had the tables turned again? From charming knight-in-polo-shirt (cleaner than his armor, at least, which had possibly been shining a century ago and hadn't been since) to gardiner extraordinare.
He had to hand it to David. Girls just seemed to gravitate to him. It did put Gavin into an uncomfortable position. Did he do the Gavin thing and bluster on with completely unfounded and bull-headed optimism, or do the courteous, chivalrous thing and let David have his chance?
"I've always liked gardening," Gavin said, settling for being inane instead. "Plants are pretty simple. They don't ask for much, or need much. Or forget to fill out their tax forms." He ran a hand through his hair and looked down. "Oh look! A...." A worm. Lovely Gavin, lovely. He poked at a far, trailing vine instead. "Honeysuckle. That one's my favorite." The flowers bloomed as the sun warmed that part of the garden.
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 13, 2008 2:10:24 GMT -5
As David's hand came over her own, her cheeks flamed, her temper officially sparked. As if he were her father! She listened to Gavin's prattle with a half-interested, "Mm..." at the right parts. She couldn't decided who was more interesting (bizarre?): Gavin, and his bumbling sunniness, so unlike the stuffy ladies of the Gaia, or David and his unwavering disinterest in her.
She let go of David's arm. It was time to release the heavy artillery. She needed to reassure herself. She increased her pace and walked ahead of them, floating as graceful as the ballerina ever did, but now she added a slight sway to her hips. "Honeysuckle, did you say?" she asked Gavin, over her shoulder and simultaneously through her lashes. "Let's see if we can't find more." She sent a brief smile David's way and began picking her way through flower beds.
Once she was in proper position, she pretended to finally spot that elusive honeysuckle and bent over to pick one up. Her figured formed a series of curves that could have caused cardiac arrest in a rock, her neckline showing just enough at that angle, the small of her back arched just so, her hair toppling over one shoulder. She might have changed it's hue to fit David's preference, but she was finding it difficult to pick up on any preference.
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Post by Jules on Feb 13, 2008 2:16:52 GMT -5
A headache immediately bloomed. It felt like his brain was trying to balloon out of his skull. This couldn't be what attraction was. If it was, he didn't like it so much. David cleared his throat and shifted uneasily, feelings combatting. His arms, for once, wanted to go forward and wrap around her waist. But his feet wanted to remain a friendly distance. His body was at war with different parts of itself.
So he remained rooted to the spot, his face still composed at the very least. "Honeysuckle makes a nice tea, I here."
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Post by Marguerite on Feb 13, 2008 2:29:09 GMT -5
Gavin felt as if he'd galloped at full speed to tilt at a windmill. He wasn't sure if he was blushing any more; he was only vaguely conscious that his name was... started with a G... oh right, Gavin. His name was Gavin. Well, technically it was Gwalchgwyn, but that wasn't important at the moment.
It also occured to him that it was rude to stare, though he wasn't sure why he should care. Oh right, chivalry. Well, part of chivalry was the appreciation of beauty, wasn't it? And devoted service to fair ladies. And there was absolutely no doubt Samantha was a knock-out; Gavin even felt minorly concussed.
David and Samantha had both said things, but they had completely failed to register until about thirty seconds after the fact. Gavin shook himself out a little, like a golden retriever after a swim, and felt his brain start up again, albeit rather slugishly and with the continual, interrupting thought of "LOOK OVER THERE LOOK OVER THERE LOOK OVER THERE".
"Er, never had honeysuckle tea. Sounds very nice though. Jasmine tea's supposed to be very good." Oh yes, very impressive Gavin. Tea. Perfect subject of conversation. Tea. "Is that one blooming?" he asked, in an equal show of stupidity. "When I was younger I used to pull out the stamens in the center and drink the nectar." He should just give up.
Pink in the face, Gavin looked down, decided against standing, and fiddled with the flowerbeds around him, the jasmine vines twining themlsevs up to his fingers like friendly kittens.
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 14, 2008 0:51:00 GMT -5
Tea?! All of that for a reaction about tea? The exact moment she got him to succumb to his hidden passions (which she was starting to wonder, for the first time ever, if they existed), she would promptly kill him.
She smiled in an effort to curb her frustrations. She mentally argued with herself the merit of eliciting the lust of one gentlemen out of hundreds. Truly, it was insignificant. Not worth her time in the least. She adjusted her skirts, picking her way out of the flowerbed with stiff movements.
Right.
"Does it? I've never heard that." She practically forced herself to pay attention to Gavin again, which ironically, proved to be a decent distraction. "Like a hummingbird?" she asked with a raised eyebrow, amused.
But why?!?
"David, have you ever kissed a girl?" she asked shortly, and it came out a rather bad combination of accusatory and demanding. Perhaps he was gay? Even still, she'd been known to turn gay men straight.
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Post by Jules on Feb 14, 2008 1:03:53 GMT -5
David's head stopped making him feel like taking a hammer to the skull just to relieve the pressure. Her tone, her posture had the friend facade sliding over the crack she'd created with alarming speed.
"Not romantically." He replied, sounding more defensive then he wanted too. And knowing were most women's minds went at this point. "No men, either. I like women. I just haven't seen one that's interested me in that way yet." He could not help that bitter little jab at Samantha. She probably knew what a tease she'd been. No woman bent down that way to pick up some stupid honeysuckle flower.
The memory, very recent, had him wanting to sneeze again.
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 14, 2008 1:29:36 GMT -5
A perfectly shaped eyebrow lifted. Well, at the very least, it wasn't her. Virgin lips had their appeal to one created for the purpose of tainting them, but she turned away from the temptation without too much resistance.
Oh, she could show him things. She could interest him, but that would require delving into her actual powers, and for that to work, she needed fairly close contact.
Not.... that she was going to. Or was even considering it.
"What a shame," she said over her shoulder at him, and in a total contradiction to herself, batted her thick eyelashes in that slow, innocent way, pouted her kissable lips to the point of not-quite-obvious, while lowering her voice to a husky purr. It was her You know you want to ravish me, look.
"Come along, Sir Hummingbird," she said to Gavin, accidently hitting him with the full force of the expression too. Probably not the best choice of words, either. Come along. She dropped the seduction and smiled, a bit too brightly. "Um.. right, eh... much more of the garden to see, I meant."
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Post by Marguerite on Feb 14, 2008 1:40:13 GMT -5
Gavin stared, all his higher mental processes shutting down entirely. His brain threw up a few feeble protests, but since Gavin had currently forgotten his own name (started with... oh screw it, did it matter?) this had no effect what-so-ever.
"Er, yes, hummingbird," Gavin said, catching onto the bits of the conversation that actually managed to register. "Coming."
And... well, best not to think of that.
Sadly, Gavin really didn't have enough blood for everything his body wanted to do and the blush he felt coming on. His brain thus ended up on the losing side of the blood circulation, which explained what happened next.
He stood, intending to walk over to Samantha. About half-way there, his brain gave up entirely and went to go cry in a metaphysical corner so Gavin walked straight into a tree.
Gavin toppled backwards, feeling just about as dazed as before. He attempted to get back up and start over, but just walked into the tree again.
His life sure was great!
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Post by Jules on Feb 14, 2008 20:10:29 GMT -5
David felt angry. She couldn't know what she was doing to him. She probably thought she was just trying to stir his blood. But Samantha was churning his insides into pieces and making him feel like the Great Wars were being fought inside him. It wasn't at all a pleasant feeling, and he was beginning to wonder why he even wanted to be attracted to women.
His poor friend walked right into a tree. And since he was much more Gavin's friend then he was (or wanted to be) Samantha's, he shot her a reproachful glare. "We're not toys." He hissed and went to offer his friend a hand.
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 15, 2008 16:01:15 GMT -5
Samantha winced as Gavin walked into a tree. Oh dear, she mentally sighed with a twinge of guilt. She really hadn't meant for that to---
Her thoughts came a rude halt as David broke through, his glare physially forcing her to take a step back. Her cheeks flamed with rage, creating nice, red apples on her face and she marched forward, shoving by David. She sent him a glare over her shoulder that could have melted skin off bones and crouched beside Gavin as best she could in her full skirts.
"Gavin? Oh, Gavin, are you alright? I'm very sorry." Another glare at David. "Can you see anything? How's your head?"
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Post by Marguerite on Feb 15, 2008 18:36:52 GMT -5
Gavin, being more or less unconscious, said nothing at first. Eventually he managed to sluggishly force his brain to stop being such a sissy and actually work instead of sink into a useless metaphysical emo fit.
"Nggghk," said Gavin, eloquently.
He blinked several times and, wincing, put a hand to his head. "Ow." Gavin tried to think of something to say and ended up with, "Nggghk" again.
His brain, as it turned out, was furious at being forced to come out of its metaphysical corner and had retaliated by giving him a headache roughly the size of Brazil.
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