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Post by samson on Jul 31, 2011 1:32:58 GMT -5
Samson walked down the road, hands in his pockets. The winter chill was now gone, and the warmth of spring taking over. It would only be a few months until summer finally arrived, his favorite season. And perhaps the war would be over by then, and everyone could calm their tits and return to normal. Then maybe he could see Harley more often, since he'd made it a point to avoid her during these times. Cruel, yeah, but it was more for her safety. No, you're just being selfish. He didn't want to have to see the girl and hurt her for some reason, whether because he had to defend one of his allies or another unforeseen event. And it was what he did with all of his other Water friends. Such was the price of war: avoiding people you wanted to be with most.
And he'd noticed Beatrice being kind and showing her support in her odd ways. Even though her ways of showing support were not really good, especially since she was cooking for him. Unfortunately, they didn't have a pet to feed it to though she was speaking of getting a parakeet, also most likely her idea of consoling him during wartime. he woman meant well enough, but she was just strange in her way of showing it. Not that Samson minded. At least, he was used to it. Living with her for so long, one grew accostumed to her quirks.
Since he had no real aim, when he came upon the park he decided to take his aimless roaming there. It was a nice space, and his eyes were drawn to the playground. He never really went to places like that as a child, instead spending his days on the wharfs in Newfoundland. And with Beatrice, it had been adventures in condemmed hospitals and houses, probably breaking more than a few law. Wonder if Harley would like that. Samson stopped walking, blinking a few times. Where had that thought come from? He realized it was probably because he missed the girl. Really missed the girl. So much so that a lot of his thoughts—even when they started off innocent enough—wound around back to the redhead.
Walking again, he scratched the bac of his head. For the first time in his Academy career, he’d wanted a war to end. Samson never really cared about them, kept his distance and supported his allies. But now all he wanted to see was the violence stop and for Harley to come back. Would the Fires take her in again, he wondered? Probably, but not without some bitterness and vitriol. As long as she comes back. It’s with these thoughts he directed his feet toward the swingset and plopped down. There were a couple of kids running around, the boys who played cowboys and indians and believed that they were impervious to playground injury. Waiting for one of them to trip and fall, he took out his phone from his pocket and texted Harley. ”I’m at the park. Wanna hang?” And then put the phone down, sitting on the swing and probably looking as pathetic as he felt.
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Post by shiloh on Jul 31, 2011 2:09:06 GMT -5
in the weeks that had come, harley had learned to become an expert ignoring machine. she had managed to avoid most fire and thunder students, minus josh and samson. well, scratch that. harley was ignoring them, sort of. more josh then samson. after their blow up in the hall, harley stayed far away from josh. it still shocked her how close he had come to attacking her; it upset her that hadn't trusted her. after three years of friendship, but that was war in its stupid ways. their fight had also given her the chance to re evaluate their friendship. if you could call it that. they only 'trusted' each other because they had similarities. big whoop, harley thought bitterly. her world had turned upside doen in seconds. to make things worse, she and samson had barely talked since her meeting beatrice. with the thought, her hand found the little pendent samson had given her that day.
oh, how harley missed him. 'oh, stop being such a girl,' harley thought. she wasn't some sappy girl in love. she and samson were just good friends. a friend she happen to have some feelings for. so, going this long without seeing or talking to him was torture for harley. of course the girl understood why he kept his distance from her; she'd keep her distance too if she was friends with a tratior. yeah, she had finally accepted the title that she had so long denied. harley just wanted to do the right thing for once, and if that meant backing a natural enemy, then so be it.
with a sigh, harley went downstairs to see that kansas and charolette were doing tarrot cards together. harley still couldn't believe the old bat had convinced her baby sister to get into tarrot readings. harley was sure it was just an earth thing, but she never recalled her mother being into tarrot readings. harley shrugged, and went to the fridge to find something to eat. the red head frowned when there was nothing but healthy food. she looked to her grandmother, and said, "are you trying to starve me with all this healthy food?"
[/color] that earned an eye roll from charolette, but she said nothing. harley shook her head, and grabbed her phone and some cash before announcing her departure. before she left her grandmother uttered her daily reading: 'just follow your heart.' harley groaned, and rolled her eyes. whatever. charolette was crazy. why would she need to follow her heart? to pick between chocolate and strawberry? clearly harley would get both. she snorted at herself. she must be leaking sarcasim lately. as she strolled into town, harley recieved a text from samson telling her to go to the park. harley replied back with an okay. she stopped, and grabbed her ice cream, then went on her merry way. it took her a good fifth teen minutes to reach the park. when she finally did get there, harley's eyes searched for samson's face. it was like she craved to see him; make sure he was in one piece. she spotted him on the swings, and walked towards him. she reached him within seconds, and sat in the empty swing next to him. harley had to resist the urge to hug him. "hey, how are you?"[/color] she asked him quietly. [/justify][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by samson on Jul 31, 2011 2:38:42 GMT -5
Relief flooded into Samson when he got Harley’s text. A part of him wondered if she’d turn him down because there was a war still going on and it could be dangerous. No, that wasn’t really why. He was more worried that she was pissed at him for what he’d said to her and that she didn’t even want to talk to him anymore, even if it was outside of school. This is just fucking ridiculous, he thought. And he meant the war, his situation, his avoidance of Harley. Everything was just all out of wack, and more than ever he wanted it to end. But there was seemingly no end in sight, nothing he could do. Samson was just being a good little soldier, following orders and not really thinking about things too much. Because then the war would really get to him, and he wouldn’t be able to hold up his tough guy façade anymore.
Kicking a pebble over as he swung a bit in the seat, he felt anxiety settling over him as he waited. What would he say? What would he do? Would it be awkward after all this time? She’d agreed to meet with you, don’t be such a dumbass, his mind berated him. But Samson couldn’t help it—not like he had the best history with girls. And there was his mind again, scolding him for being such an idiot: She’s not even your girlfriend, and probably doesn’t even want you. Samson did have confidence in himself, he didn’t walk around thinking of what a pathetic loser he was. But he did have a tendency to beat himself up when it came to the ladies, but his history could attest to that. Those girls certainly hadn’t wanted him. He figured he should just stop thinknig on it and reminding himself again and again of that cliché phrase—Harley wasn’t like other girls.
It was the kind of feeling you get when you’re waiting for someone in a crowded room and your eyes kept darting toward the door, just waiting for their arrival with a prickling feeling in your stomach. Samson’s face broadened into a smile when he saw that Harley was actually wearing the pendant that most girls would have found just a tad creepy. But this was Harley, and as he once again reminded himself of the trite addage, she wasn’t like other girls. And she was looking good, as far as first appearances go. Of course, he couldn’t tell whether or not she was completely okay just by looking at her face, but at least there wasn’t any visible injuries. That was a good start. The war had probably gotten everyone paranoid, him just one of the many people worried about his friends. Friends, he thought wryly. We’re just friends.
She sat and asked after his wellbeing when all he could think of was that he was alive and standing and that was all he could ask for. Honestly, he was more worried about Harley. ”Peachy keen,” he typed into his phone’s message box, turning it to her. And even though it was hard to carry dry humor over text, it was there. He was doing all right, sure, but there was a war going on that was really starting to get on his nerves. Because of her. He’d become quite skilled with typing, and thankfully his newest phone had a qwerty keyboard, so the next message came in rapid succession: ”I’m more worried about you.” After all, she had defected and now would be a target of her own kind. Then, before showing the girl his message, he wrote underneath it, ”Sorry I’ve been avoiding you. It would just be dangerous to talk in school.” Then he showed it, and prayed that Harley understood that he hadn’t been avoiding her for any other reason but their own protection. But he was pretty sure she’d been doing the same thing. It’s also why he wanted to meet up with her at neutral ground like the park.
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Post by shiloh on Aug 1, 2011 20:02:43 GMT -5
As much as Harley wished, she knew why her friends avoided her. Everything was so stressed now, and it just flooded into her personal life. Personal life meaning her relationship with Samson. In the back of her mind, she always has the 'what if' thoughts. What if she hadn't chosen to be such an idiot during a war. What if she and Josh had never decided to be friends. Lots of what if's. It was eating at her. The red head was having a hard time dealing with her actions. Either way she played it, it wasn't going to end well for her; at least in her head. Harley couldn't get it into her brain on why she just didn't stay with Fire/Thunder. She was always questioning herself, and the decisions she had been making.
Of course, Harley was going to have a talk with Blackthrone about getting back with Fire after this whole war was over with. Hopefully he would over look this whole thing. Harley sighed to herself. She couldn't believe that this is what her life had come to; begging a jerk like Blackthrone to be let back in with Fire. It was like they were ten, and a kid was begging to be apart of an elite club or something. "I wish I was in an elite club with Samson," she thought bitterly. In truth, Harley felt like a little girl with a crush. It scared her that someone could do this to her. She had never been one to have relationships with people; she didn't want to hurt the people she was close to. So, she never really got close to people.
As she arrived in the park, and got a look on Samson's face, Harley couldn't but grin back. He had this affect on her often. In the future, if she ever lost Samson, she knew she'd beat herself up endlessly. He was such a great guy, and she didn't know who she had managed to snag a friend like that. Silently, Harley looked him over. Not that he had anything to worry about. She hoped he was okay, but obviously she didn't get everything she wanted. When he began to type, Harley looked over at the phone. So, he had upgraded from notebook to phone? Fancy. Harley smirked, and said, "No need for sarcasim dear boy. But, I'm glad you're okay."
[/color] After reading his next message, Harley snorted. Worried? About her? The red head shook her head at him. "There is no need to worry, I'm a big girl. It's okay Samson, I understand,"[/color] she said patting his shoulder. Harley knew that it was because of the danger it would pose to them both. Of course, she didn't like it, but she knew it was for the best. In honest, she couldn't wait for this war to be over. "Honestly, I've thought about crawling back to the comfort of the Fire people. I miss it. Though, this would require me to go crawling to Blackthrone, which I won't do,"[/color] she told him with a sigh. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify]
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Post by samson on Aug 2, 2011 2:38:35 GMT -5
Samson rolled his eyes at her sarcasm comment. It was at least nice joking like this, like there wasn’t any problems. They could pretend while they were away from the Academy that so much wasn’t screwed up with them. And well everything was screwed up now. Even with the alliances, everything was going topsy-turvey. And even though Samson tried his best, he really had to wonder if it was worth it. Well one thing was for damn sure, the Nell chick was hard to get to. He had thought they’d be able to pick her off in a week or so, she being an Earth student and them being so soft and squishy. But no, it seemed impossible to get to her.
So Harley’s a big girl? Samson exhaled lightly, his version of a laugh, and his next message read, ”Doesn’t mean I can’t worry about you.” No doubt she was capable and could handle herself but he was always concerned. Since now he couldn’t be around her that often, thanks to the goddamn war. He hoped at least that fucking Dale was looing out for her. After all, she did ditch the alliance for him, and Samson still couldn’t understand why Harley did that. It was definitely the jealousy speaking, but could a guy help it? Instead of focusing his mind so much on the betrayal that stung whether he liked it or not, he kept up a small smile for her sake. Harley didn’t need to know just how bitter he was—it wasn’t a very attractive quality, after all.
Again, there was the urge to tell her to come back to their side. Even though her pride wouldn’t allow her that, and if he said anything she probably wouldn’t like it, Samson felt like he needed to tell her that it was okay to return now. But then a thought occurred to him. "They probably wouldn’t allow you back during the war. Think you were a spy," was the next thing he showed her. It was true. When in the midst of a war, paranoia grew strong and he doubted that Blackthorn would give her much time anyway. He didn’t actually know the guy personally, but he had a feeling he wouldn’t be to keen on letting back a traitor with the war still going on. Afterward? Who knew what would happen. There would still be tensions. He wrote on the message, ”But after the war, you can come back. I want you to come back.” Then, thinking of the guy who she chose instead of him, he wrote with some bitter vitriol not apparent in his features: ”So how’s Dale doing?”
Realizing how awkward that might have sounded, he stood and took hold of her swing, typing out his next question with one hand. Then, as he pushed her lightly, he hung the phone in front of her eyes. ”How’s life been?” And he meant outside of the war, her family life, things like that. He just didn’t really want to talk about the Academy or the war anymore. It was drainingt everyone, and it was difficult dealing with Harley’s betrayal of the alliance.
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Post by shiloh on Aug 14, 2011 15:37:38 GMT -5
Harley shook her head at Samson. She didn’t like it when people worried about her, it was suppose to be her worrying about them. The red head sighed, and glanced over to Samson. She liked being with him, and felt comfort from him whenever he was around her. It was strange for her to feel that comfortable with him. Harley took a bite out of her ice cream cone, and thought about his message. With everything that had happened, she was glad it was over. It was like a burden had been lifted from her shoulders. Harley felt like she could be herself again, but still be a changed person in a way. She tucked a loose strand of red hair, and went on munching on her ice cream. She was so focused on it that she had forgotten to say anything to him worrying. Maybe she wanted him to worry, to see that he still cares in some way. Harley felt foolish for wanting that, but she wanted to know that someone still cared about her. If anyone did at that. The red head mentally chastised herself for thinking that way. She didn’t want to be dependent on someone caring about her. She didn’t anyone but herself and her sister, but maybe that’s what was wrong with her.
Maybe she needed more human contact other then family. Harley wondered if that’s why she had taken to Samson so well. No, she had taken to him because he was funny, smart, and just plain adorable. Harley was just socially awkward, that’s all. It helped that she was trying to sooth her frantic thoughts. Harley glanced up at his phone, and nodded in agreement. ”Yeah, I figured that would happen,”
[/color] she told him quietly. It wasn’t a graceful sight either. Of course, there were still a few who disliked her, but that was normal. Harley glanced at Samson, and snorted. How was Dale doing? Harley didn’t want to talk about him, but she supposed she could let Samson in on what had happened between them. ”Honestly? I have no idea. We got into, and we haven’t spoken since. He didn’t, or doesn’t I should say, trust me,”[/color] Harley told Samson with bitterness in her voice. Harley’s eyebrows raised when Samson started to lightly push her swing. Despite how she was feeling on the inside, Harley was glad to have these moments with Samson. It brought her thoughts away from the negative in her life. After reading his message, Harley took her last bite of ice cream before answering, taking her time to answer. ”It’s been okay, considering. I never realized how socially awkward I was until now, but I’ve been able to think about something’s. What about you?”[/color] she asked him lightly. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify]
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Post by samson on Aug 14, 2011 19:16:38 GMT -5
Samson was glad for the silence that momentarily lapsed between them as Harley ate her ice cream. Silence was good, and between the two of them it never felt awkward. It was comfortable and easy that they didn’t have to spend so much time talking. Especially since it wasn’t his favorite thing to do. Even though he never complained about being mute and didn’t consider it a handicap, it was difficult to communicate. Which was all right with him, since he wasn’t a very friendly guy. More…antisocial. Introverted. But this silence left him wondering about many things, and he mulled them over in his head, trying to figure this girl out. What did she want from him, he wondered. Did she actually want him to worry about her? A lot of girls were complicated, but Harley was…different. Not complicated in the sort of way that ‘oh my god, are you PMSing again’, complicated in that he knew there was a lot going on in her head that she didn’t let on.
Of course there was the prickling of satisfaction when Harley told him that him and the Dale guy got into a fight. Well good. ”He was a prick anyway,” the phone read, and he hid the smirk that had settled onto his features, always the one to hold up his whole ‘I have a straight face at all times, thankyouverymuch’. ”The Earth kids are still okay with you, right?” Even if Dale didn’t want her around—and if he ever tried to so much as look at Harley with bad intent, Samson wouldn’t give a damn that he was an older Fire graduate—he was sure the nice little Earth kids would be accepting enough to at least have her around. He didn’t really know for sure, though. The Water kids were fine by him, but he kept away from Earth as much as possible, especially since in a fight with matched age, they could still whoop him. As long as Harley wasn’t in any danger, that was okay. But then there was the fact she was Fire, and therefore they wouldn’t prove as much trouble for her if they tried to fight.
Even though harley couldn’t see, Samson wore an amused smile when she finished off her ice cream. ”Not making friends easily?” If he had spoken it in his voice, there would have been slight conern there. He wanted her to be all right at all times, and any sign of Harley having trouble caused him to worry. As for him? ”Beatrice is being strangely nice and cooking horrible food.” Since the girl met his wackjob of a ‘mother’, he thought it okay to talk about the woman. She meant well, but wasn’t too good on the whole culinary front. Getting an idea, he took a moment to pause in swinging her and type the next words to show her: ”How about you come over and cook for me tonight?” And again, his expression of now plain amusement was lost on her, facing the other way.
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Post by shiloh on Aug 19, 2011 23:53:59 GMT -5
It was really hard resist the urge to lean herself against Samson. It was like an addiction to be near him, and quite frankly she didn't want to quit it. Harley smiled to herself at their silence. It always felt like they could sit in the silence forever, and be comfortable. With that small thought, Harley wondered how Samson felt about being mute. She knew he always said he didn't care, but it couldn't be that simple. Could it? The red head was curious how her life would be if she had some disability. Harley wanted try and imagine it; to see what Samson felt.
Harley couldn't help but chuckle at his message. It wasn't so much the message, but how she pictured him saying it. She shook her head, and said, "I think you enjoyed that information a bit too much, dear."
[/color] The Fire student laughed a bit, and was slightly happy to see his reaction the way it was. She felt kind of bad for feeling satisfaction in the fact Samson disliked Josh. No doubt, Harley felt the slightest bit of guilty for what had happened between the two, but it was probably for the best. At his next question, Harley gave a shrug. "We get along relatively well considering. Though I much rather prefer the dungeons;it's much warmer there. I discovered that Earth kids do not like it when people try to heat up there space,"[/color] Harley told him with a semi straight face. She was having a hard time containing her smile. Awkardly, Harley manuvered in her swing so that she was face to chest with Samson. She peeked up at him, and gave him a small smile. Harley glances at him like he was crazy, but sadly he was on the right track. She gave him a exasperated look before saying, "Can you blame them? I happen to be their natural enemy, so I think they might be a bit concerned."[/color] While talking with him, Harley's mind went back to what her grandmother said before she had left. "Follow your heart." The girl sighed, and thought about it. But with the mention of Beatrice and awful cooking, she was yanked out of her thoughts. Harley laughed, and said, "Sure, I think I can make something decent for you."[/color] Harley stood awkwardly, her body pressed close against his. Her green eyes traveled from his chest up to his face, and she searched it. She wasn't sure what she was looking for though. "Follow your heart..." Harley heard it whispering in her head as she looked at him. She bit her lip for a second as she thought for a moment before she -without thinking- reached up on her tip toes, and kissed him softly. It seemed to last forever, but in fact it last a few seconds before she pushed herself away from him, hitting the swing. She managed to hit the ground, and felt so stupid and embarrassed. "I'm so sorry...I didn't.."[/color] Harley's cheeks flooded with color as she mumbled out her words. She felt like an idiot. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify]
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Post by samson on Aug 20, 2011 14:07:28 GMT -5
”Maybe I did,” his cellphone read, the smug satisfaction practically rolling off from the screen. Samson didn’t care so much about the war or the truth and lies in it, as he did the fact that he liked Harley a lot and that he also liked his alliance. He wasn’t about to go Sherlock Holmes and hunt down the truth about the murder, whether the Earth girl did it or not, all he wanted was his (few) friends in Thunder to be safe, and also the ones in Fire. Like Harley. And that was hard to do when she wasn’t around. Therefore, he could pin the blame on Dale. And even though he felt for Harley because this guy had been her friend, there was a reason nature chose Thunder for him—he was a vindictive personality, wouldn’t you know. Samson’s smile grew broad when Harley talked about heating up the Earth dorms. Yeah, he knew there was a reason he liked her so much. Not only was the fact she was the prettiest girl he’d seen, she was also funny and had a wit he would envy if he didn’t enjoy it so much. ”I could sneak you back into the dungeons. That way the Earthies won’t be so overheated.” If she asked, of course he would help, but that didn’t make such a thing any less dangerous.
When Harley turned in the swing, he gave her an appraising eyebrow lift. He typed out on the phone, ”No, I guess not.” Sometimes (sometimes) he wished he could speak so he could communicate like others did, so he could convey sarcasm and wit like others. But all he had was the wwritten word, and after so many years of living with it, he figured that it was enough for him. Harley liked ‘talking’ to him after all, he guessed it wasn’t too terrible. She agreed to make dinner for him and before she could say anything about it, she pulled herself up, and felt her body move against his. Samson wasn’t one to blush, but the pink in his cheeks was definitely not from the non-existent cold.
Harley’s kiss was unexpected—even though the fact that she’d drawn in so close to him should have given it away, dumbass—but he returned it right away, thiking of how great it was…and then she was on the ground, looking so flustered and apologizing and it was the cutest thing he believed he ever saw. With a smile and a shake of his head, Samson pulled her up and kissed her again, wrapping his arms around her waist making this one last more than just a few seconds becausen now he was sure about Harley. And he had to say, it was the greatest thing in the world to know the girl you were silently pining after was probably doing the same thing back. So she likes me too? This information would have been great long ago, but there was no way to reclaim lost time and so he just kept kissing her until he felt breathless and had to pull away. Hopefully from this she figured out that Samson kind of really liked her too.
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Post by shiloh on Aug 20, 2011 23:01:10 GMT -5
The red head couldn't help, but to crack a smile at him. Harley knew there was a bit of tension with the fact that she chose tye side of Josh and an Earth girl over Samson. It was at times like this she regretted her decision. Harley had never been one for rescuing people, and helping the weak, but had trusted Josh. That was a mistake she wouldn't make again. Next time it'd have to be different; she refused to do that to herself again. Plus, she didn't want to hurt Samson again. She knew --even if he hadn't said anything-- that her betrayl had hurt. Harley clucked her tonuge at Samson. "Tempting, but I think the Earth babies have learned love me; even when I accidently toast them. I mean, why wouldn't they?"
[/color] She grinned at him. The girl shrugged. It didn't bother her much. She would always be antisocial, no matter what life threw her way. It made her wonder how she had gotten so far in life by herself. Honestly, she could count the number of her friends on her hand. Just one hand, not both. It was sad really that she was that antisocial. Thank God for small favors like Samson. Harley didn't know how he put up with her sarcasim, and oh so wonderful charm. Honestly, there were times when she couldn't stand it. When she had stood, she didn't register that Samson's cheeks had taken a reddish color. Harley didn't really register a lot, just that she really, really liked him. In truth, Harley didn't expect what he did. She pictured him looking horrified at her, and never wanting to talk to her again. Now, that would've crushed her to pieces. Harley couldn't imagine a minute without him in her life; he meant that much to her. So, it came as a suprise when Samson smiled at her, and pulled her to him and actually kissed her. It took a few seconds to register before she slid her arms around his neck, and kissed him back. Harley couldn't believe it. It was definatly a dream; this couldn't be happening. Samson couldn't like her; she was a bitter, sarcastic, antisocial, and traitor Fire student. Harley was sad when Samson pulled away, but she needed to breathe too. She could feel her cheeks warm up when she glanced up at him. Harley was pretty positive that Samson liked her. He wouldn't have kissed her like that if he didn't, right? That kiss was something, too. His lips had been soft, just like she had imagined. Better than she had imagined actually. Harley let her hands unwrap themselves from his neck, and rested on his chest. The red head didn't want to break the silence, but she did. "So, how 'bout the dinner I promised?"[/color] She asked lamely. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify]
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Post by samson on Aug 21, 2011 16:21:03 GMT -5
Samson didn’t even know how Harley could expect anything other than what he did. I mean, did he do so well at covering his feelings? He’d had a lot of practice—it was his stoic mask that managed to make him seem impervious to almost anything. Was the fact that he liked Harley, that he always got the nervous feeling in his stomach whenever he looked at her, that well hidden behind the mask? He didn’t know, and he didn’t even care anymore because it was out in the open now. It was kind of hard to miss that someone likes you after they kiss you. At least, that’s what he was hoping.
It was sad how difficult it was for Samson to communicate. He couldn’t lean over and whisper into Harley’s ear how much he loved her or anything like that. So he mainly relied on physical shows of affection that conveyed the same thing. Like taking her by the hand, walking through the streets to his home, the tiny shop of charms, sitting there in all its occult glory. On the way, he took out his phone and typed in a message with one hand so he wouldn’t have to let go of her. With a smirk, he showed what it read: ”First date?” They were going to his house for dinner, and even though she met Beatrice before, this kind of felt like a first date. It wasn’t spoken, but Samson would like to believe that they were dating now. Just because Harley didn’t take anything back, or apologize for kissing him… That must mean that she wanted whathe wanted too, right? Why are you asking these questions, not like you’ve never had a girlfriend before. But this was different. This was Harley, and he didn’t want to fuck anything up with her like he usually seemed to do.
Pulling open the door, he found Beatrice sitting behind the counter, flat iron in one hand and phone balancing between her ear and her shoulder. Noticing the entrance, she hung up and instantly her eyes were on Harley. ”My, my, if it isn’t Harley. What brings you and Sammy here?” He smirked at how the girl was the first one being addressed, looking over to her with lifted eyebrows so she could explain. He was sure Beatrice would take the whole cooking thing well—he knew that she secretly despised it. And Samson knew that behind that smile of hers there was a deviousness, like she could tell what had just happened minutes ago, just like she could somehow tell how much he’d liked Harley the first time he brought her by. Maybe there was something to all her occult bull. Maybe she was actually psychic. Yeah right.
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Post by shiloh on Aug 21, 2011 19:59:25 GMT -5
Some girls would be disappointed that a guy that just kissed them couldn't say something romantic. Not Harley; she was just happy to have Samson with her. Would it be nice to have him whisper something to her? Of course, but then that wouldn't be Samson. Harley had always imagined what his voice would be like; maybe husky, and deep. What she was realizing was that she could hear his voice. It was just different from everyone elses; it was more beautiful than anything. Harley smiled at him when he took her hand. It was strange, the feeling that Samson brought to her. Obviously, the red head wasn't complaining. It was great to feel happy when it didn't involve her family.
The girl smiled at his message. Their first date. Harley's grin got wider at the thought. "Yeah, I think that,"
[/color] she told him. What was she going to cook him? The Fire student thought about it as the walked through the streets. Harley was positive she couldn't have been happier, but her mood darkened for a moment. She knew that she was going to have to tell him about her family. The only thing he knew, as far as she knew, was that she had a little sister. Harley pushed away the dark thoughts, but she couldn't help to ask herself what he might think of her. Harley raised a brow when she saw Beatrice. She was quite the sight really. Again, Harley wondered if she would wind up like Beatrice. She grinned at the woman, then up at Samson. [color=red"I am here to cook him dinner,"[/color] she said with a smile. Harley gave a small squeeze to Samson's hand, and asked, "What am I cooking you?"[/color] [/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify]
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Post by samson on Aug 22, 2011 0:43:39 GMT -5
Samson had a feeling Beatrice’s reaction to Harley as a girlfriend would be good. Even though his past experiences were not so great, she really took a shining to the Fire girl. So it made him wonder about her own family, and he remembered to ask her later when he could meet them. He really knew nothing about the girl’s personal life when it came to her family, and that was all right. She was allowed to have that, because it wasn’t like he could really pry without being able to talk. He guessed that was a good thing.
As Samson shrugged to show that Harley had free reign in dinner choice, Beatrice instantly perked and jumped up from her seat. ”You are a saint, Harls, you really are,” Beatrice said enthusiastically, ushering the girl over into the kitchen behind a door next to the staircase, Samson following behind, hands in his pockets. The kitchen was like any normal one, fridge and pantry and cabinets all around. Shooting the Thunder student a mock irritated look, Beatrice griped, ”He honestly cannot take care of himself.” A devious smile crossed her features then and she leaned in to wink at Harley. ”Guess it’s good that he has you then.”
He pulled Beatrice by her frizzy—but straight—hair and she took that as her cue to exit the kitchen with a smile and another wink at Harley. Rolling his eyes, he came up from behind Harley, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin atop her head. Yes, he did plan on hovering around her while she cooked. This was Samson, after all, and he liked to be a troll.
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Post by shiloh on Aug 23, 2011 20:22:26 GMT -5
Harley couldn't help, but to laugh. Beatrice was really something else, and Harley was kind of glad that Samson had someone like Beatrice to call his 'mother'. She may have been crazy, but Harley liked her, and that was something. Since her parents, Harley struggled with adults, and getting close to them. Just like with other teenagers, and kids. The red head smiled towards Beatrice, and said, "I wouldn't go that far, but I do try."
[/color] Harley looked back towards Samson, and grinned. She shook her head, and said to Beatrice, "I'm sure he manages, plus, I feel more like the lucky one."[/color] Harley could feel the color rising to her cheeks. She was sure they were bright red by now. The Fire student waved goodbye as Beatrice took her leave. She wondered if Samson had been slightly embarrassed, but Harley doubted it. A few seconds after Beatrice left, Harley felt Samson wrap his arms around her waist. She could definatly get use to this. She leaned against him, and smiled. "So, what should I cook for you? My mighty grilled cheese, or the beastly burger?"[/color] She asked him while turning to face him. She tipped her head to the side, and wrapped her arms around his neck. Harley looked at him for a few seconds before wondering to herself how she ended up with a guy like him. 'Slow down there, sleeping beauty, he hasn't asked you out yet.'Another thought passed occured to her; when on earth was she going to spring the news of Samson to Charolette? Harley hadn't even hinted to liking someone. Granted, Harley didn't speak much with the woman, but still. Harley wasn't sure how Charolette would react to the news. Would she like him? Or would she go crazy voodoo grandmother? Oh, God, Harley hoped that Charolette wouldn't do something like that. "So, um..I think that soon you should meet Charolette. She's my crazy grandmother, but she's completely harmless,"[/color] she told him with a small smile. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify]
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Post by samson on Aug 23, 2011 23:37:49 GMT -5
Samson smiled back at Harley as Beatrice went on. ”Oh please, don’t sell yourself short!” He was glad his adoptive mother liked Harley so much. He suspected that she might have been a little more protective about him with girls since his history had been none-too-stellar so this definitely was a pleasant surprise. Not that she knew yet, but she was a mother by all intents and purposes. And mothers were goddamn psychic. When Harley blushed a fierce red, all Samson wanted to do was pull her into another kiss. He was sure Beatrice wouldn’t mind, she’d probably wolf-whistle or be otherwise inappropriate, but she wasn’t sure whether the Fire girl would like such a surprise attack. But Beatrice just lifted an eyebrow and looked over to Samson before saying, ”Are you now?” Oh god, now she was sure and Samson would not be hearing the end of it any time soon.
Before Samson could let go of her—he really didn’t, but it would be a necessary evil—and text her what he would like, she was facing him again and the temptation was too great. He leaned down to take another kiss, this one deeper and more forceful than the one in the park now that he was absolutely sure about them. It was a glorious feeling, really, finally knowing how she felt about him and that it was the same thing he felt for her. Reluctantly releasing her, he opened the breadbox and pulled out slices for her to make her ‘mighty grilled cheese’. Pulling out his phone, he texted a message that said, ”Bea isn’t eating. She feeds off rats.” Rolling his eyes as he showed her to emphasize that it was a joke (though Beatrice wouldn’t mind being thought of as a witch), he resisted the urge to hold Harley again and bug her as she worked her magic.
He pulled himself up on the counter next to the stove, waiting to watch her start to cook. But then Harley brought up her family—well her grandmother—and Samson smiled a bit. On his cellphone, he showed her: ”I’ll just have to see that for myself.” Meaning, yes, he would very much like to meet this woman. He wanted to know more about Harley even if he didn’t want to pry into her life, and seeing her grandmother was a good place to start. ”So how crazy is she?” he continued with his smirk still in place.
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