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Post by laceface on Jun 15, 2011 16:38:54 GMT -5
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if i leave my heart with you tonight promise me that you're gonna treat it right. | she had been sneaking off into the surrounding wood of the castle for as long as she could remember. it had been forbidden but phillie had never been one to abide by rules that she wasn't exactly fond of. how was her safety going to be in jeopardy when all she wanted to do was slip into the dense forest for a sense of comfort? occasionally she went for a run through the forest too. she found that it was the most successful way to get her blood pumping and sending her body into a state where she felt like she could do the impossible. her own home back in the other parts of canada was secluded by woods and the forest around the castle looked as if it were mimicking a part of philomena's home. birdie had her guard raised too high to admit that she was beginning to feel a serious case of home sickness beginning to surge in her heart. she always had a faint case of aching for her home but this year was she was wishing to be home more than ever. it was due to her lack of communication with the people she held most crucial in her life. she had grown to hardly have any connections with her family at all this year. it was all because of the arranged marriage that was creeping up as the months slowly began to pass.
it was early morning and the chance that anyone else happened to be stirring into a state of wakefulness was highly unlikely. she was always set into action, there was never a time when she wasn't prepared. birdie would rarely allow herself to unwind and truly feel like she could relax and feel serenity. it didn't bother her that she was almost high strung and on edge. phillie wanted to run, she woke up and her head was completely in a fog. last night her hold had broke on her castle wall and she felt the cracks begin to double in size and a dam of emotion was let loose. she stormed around her room and with a simple wave of her hand or a stomp of her foot the whole room was upturned with a scary gust of wind. the gentle breeze outside of the tower became heavy and nasty gusts whirled around until birdie finally talked herself into a state of calm. the whole room was torn up and the stacks of letters that had been sent to her were thrown about at the will of the wind. it took her all night to circle around her room and gather up everything. promptly after she had opened up the window of her dormitory and sent the letters flying on a strong strike of wind. this is what kieran was doing to her.
in her sweatpants, flashy reeboks, and comfy sweatshirt philomena felt horribly under dressed when she compared herself to what she usually wore. she was a flashy dresser, always wearing stylish things that caught the eye of everyone close enough to look at her. it was a habit, she had inherited the sense of dress after watching her mother prepare for so many galas and parties. now it felt horribly wrong whenever she slid on anything less than a outfit that easily cost a thousand dollars. she secured her hair back into a ponytail and shrugged at her very plain dress choice. she wasn't going to romp around the forest in her highest pair of heels and shortest skirt. phillie slipped out of the castle silently and plunged into the forest effortlessly. she didn't worry about the possibility of being caught, she was sure that she could direct herself about without even thinking of getting caught. she stepped about carefully as she first entered but then picked up speed as she began to tread over a path that she knew well and was worn from her constant travel. she worked herself up in a light sweat and shoved her sleeves up, it felt refreshing to be so active. she came to a stop to take a short break. she was going to have to head in soon so that no one would grow suspicious. people always gave her odd glances when she told them that she was going for a run in the forest. it was just better if no one knew of her whereabouts. she let out a frosty breath and focused on the air around it and smiled as she felt it warm drastically.
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Post by marci3 on Jun 15, 2011 17:11:54 GMT -5
Back when he'd lived in the water dorms, Jacob had always gotten angry murmers and sullen glares in the wee hours of the morning, his habit of waking early and running for an hour waning little when he came to the strange new country. Yes, there was the time difference at first, but he was hardy, and he'd determined to get used to the new time by the time the first month was out. He'd made it comfortably in two. Not bad. Now that he lived in a house that was close to thirty minutes away from the academy, he had another routine. He'd get up, make breakfast for himself and Tasha, ready himself for the day and his own classes, and then wake her up. She got rides to and from school from a person he could trust, and she managed to get her things together and ready on her own. Once he woke Tasha, he'd give her a kiss on the cheek and run out of the house before she could remove the bleary from her eyes. He felt a call in the morning; he had to run.
Jacob had nightmares every few nights, and this past had been one such night. He was plagued by his own versions of what had happened three years ago, a bystander in the dream as his parents and his precious sister were the victims of a car crash. His minds eyes showed him his sister's face, the agony she must have gone through, the time before he'd arrived at the hospital. The nurses had told him that she had been in too much shock to try and get better. She hadn't responded to anyone until he'd gotten there. Driving himself to the academy in the early hours of the morning, Jacob felt tears spilling from his eyes. He raised the back of his hand to wipe them away, more than ready to run his frustrations away.
And that's what he did. He knew better than to just up and sprint when he got to the academy, first stretching and then jogging lightly for a few minutes. Then, when his thoughts threatened to pull the carefully buried emotion out again, he broke into a powerful run, gaining speed until he knew he'd fall over if he pushed any harder. Jacob was built for stamina, he well-muscled body coiling with every step he took, releasing in every powerful push. Hard emotion showed on his face, a bit of desperation as he ran like a child running from a monster. His feet carried him into the forest, and he kept going until he ragged breathing told him it was time to stop. He skidded, taking a few large steps to slow himself down, then doubled over, hands on his knees, breathing hard through his mouth.
He wiped his brow with the back of his hand, rising to his full height slowly. As a college student he didn't have to worry about people telling him he shouldn't go into the wilderness, but he felt like he should turn back and go inside soon. This chilling emotion that had taken hold of him could only he removed by good company and good humor. Running a hand through his hair, he looked about to judge wear he was. He turned in a couple circles, a little confused until he saw an oddly shaped stump he usually guided himself by.
His feet carried him slowly toward the academy. It would be a rather long walk, but that was okay—he needed to cool off. Jacob was staring at the ground, his hands stuck into his jeans. Wavy brown hair fell over his brow, and his blue eyes took in everything and nothing until they saw something familiar and unexpected. Was that....Phil? He broke out in a half grin despite himself, absently straightening his shirt as he approached. That was Phil, he realized triumphantly. He maneuvered his steps to approach her from her front, raising a hand in an overhead wave. Phil. His smile actually reached his eyes.
”Phil,” He called, approaching until he was a few steps away and then bowing rather comically. His British accent was thick, as it always was when he was stressed by something, though the stress wasn't showing in the rest of his demeanor. He was throwing her a jovial smile and watching her with bright, intrigued eyes. ”Just the beautiful young lady a world-weary man wants to see. I hope you're well this morning.” He suddenly realized that he was still breathing hard from his run, and tried vainly to control it.
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Post by laceface on Jun 15, 2011 18:14:55 GMT -5
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if i leave my heart with you tonight promise me that you're gonna treat it right. | typically there wasn't any company out in the forest for philomena to spend her time with. that was the way she preferred it most of time she coaxed herself into the forest. she merged herself into the wilderness when her problems grew too big to withhold and they would consume her if they weren't released. she couldn't share her troubles with anyone else so nature seemed like the best option for her. if she went for a nighttime run she found herself screaming into the wind and cursing at kieran and her father and crying for her mother and all that she would be giving up. today she just needed to let loose all of her energy. she hadn't gone running with the intention of having a flow of tears start or anger that was bubbling over her the brim. it was nothing more than a run for pleasure today and it was sort of calming not to have any reason to run. birdie was abnormally at peace with herself even though her situation gave her every reason to stomp around and fume with rage and fury. the morning as too calming and the iciness surrounding her countered the ice in her soul and left her warm. she wouldn't allow herself to think of kieran or colton or any of the foreboding thoughts that created gloom in her very core.
she rubbed her hands together, frowning at the redness of her skin because she has disregarded the thought of wearing gloves. warmth wasn't the thing that had been the most vital thing on her list of priorities. she had been looking for an outlet for her energy and running had been the answer. it easily slipped birdie's mind of how brutally cold the chilling temperatures of canada could plummet to. she was never one to complain about the climate, she endured through everything with an amazing temperament and was never one to complain. she continued to work the temperature of the wind around her, causing circulation to pick up around her and bring warmth to her hands. phillie raised her head to look about as she heard the soft crunch of footsteps in the snow slowly approaching her. she let out a heavy breath and her eyes focused on the tall figure that was coming closer to her and waving their hand to greet her. she brushed her hair back from her face then slid her sleeves back down over her wrist and awaited for jacob to come closer to her. she knew that he ran, he had told her, but phillie had never thought that while out on a run she would come across him. she saw his heavy breathing and absently focused on changing the cycle of the air around him to a cooler temperature. would he even notice?
he spoke her name and she noted with interest that he had a smile on his face and the intensity of his smile reached into his eyes. she raised a sleeved hand and waved at him, cracking a tiny smile onto her plump lips. "jacob with the charming british accent. which is quite thick today, might i add," she spoke suavely, her tone almost sounding devilish. her smile began to widen in tiny increments as he came closer, nosily making his way through the tiny amount of snow that lay on the ground. he came to stand a few steps away from her and she anxiously stepped in place, her whole body feeling extremely restless. he bowed humorously and to respond to his comedy she grabbed at her sweatpants and horribly mimicked what she considered to be a curtsey. she watched him curiously, silently accepting that he had called her a beautiful young lady but not acting on the compliment. she knew that she wasn't that bad off when it came to her appearance but she didn't need to say anything to fuel her ego. she could be as vain as her father if she fed her dormant eccentricity. phillie tilted her head back to take in his face and she couldn't help but quietly laugh to herself. "are you a little out of breath?" with a distracted wave of her hand she sent a subtle breeze over to him.
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Post by marci3 on Jun 15, 2011 18:49:17 GMT -5
His experience in the academy had taught him to be aware of changes in the world around him, even small ones. So when Phil's eyes met his and he felt the air moving oddly to help cool him off, he nodded his head to her in unspoken gratification. He'd run far and fast enough to make himself very warm indeed, and now that he thought about it, the cold air was making his lungs hurt. Oh well. It was good for them. The stronger and more durable he made himself, the better he could take care of those he loved. At least, that was what he told himself. Hopefully that would be true—it would definitely be easier to use than his English major.
When she spoke, one side of his already smiling mouth tugged even higher in an uneven expression. It disappeared almost immediately, but it had already betrayed his thoughts to an extent: he loved her voice. She always sounded so...mischievous, and perhaps a little mysterious. And yet warm. He shook his head in small increments to stop his thought process from getting away from him and spoke, ”Indeed? I hadn't noticed.” He played back the words he'd said before in his mind, then realized that he did sound far more British than he usually did. He shrugged, smiling warmly at his friend, ”Ah well, must be the quality of the air, or something. Or maybe I'm getting homesick. I do that sometimes.”
Near miss there. He didn't get homesick nearly so much as he got past-sick, wishing he could relive his first thirteen years with his family, those happy and challenging years with Em, Tasha and their parents. But again Jacob had to stop his thoughts from getting away from him, his smile faltering as he tried to get the images of his dreams out of his mind's eye. He let his eyes move lightly up and down Phil's choice of dress, a humorous smile alighting upon his lips as he gave a tease, ”My, but you do look splendid this morning. Why don't you dress like this all the time?” Phil had known him long enough to know he meant no offense, he was sure. He sent her a wink, then said, ”And I'm quite cool enough, thanks. Any more wind and I'll freeze.”
When she looked up at him, his smile faltered again. But in a different way. It was a very small blip in his composure, one that he barely even noticed himself, but it was there. He made a little 'you got me' face when she spoke, wishing that he could get his breathing to a more moderate level. But like everything else, he dismissed it with a laugh and a smile. ”Yes, I am. Been hard at work, patrolling the woodlands. Or something like that.” He sigh a little, his expression growing briefly more serious as he looked down, flicking his gaze up at her, ”Needed some fresh air. Things have been a little crazy at home.”
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Post by laceface on Jun 16, 2011 11:00:11 GMT -5
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if i leave my heart with you tonight promise me that you're gonna treat it right. | the breezes that she sent whipping about and then deadened with a simple wave of her hand were like amateur skills to philomena. she prided herself on the control and handle that she had over the element that she was aligned with. the day she had learned she would be attending the academy for her affinity with wind was easily the clearest memory she could recall when such joy and delight overflowed from her very center. it was easy for her to fall into a routine where she did tiny things that involved her element, she wanted to incorporate working with the air around her as often as she could. birdie would brush the snow out of her path when she ventured out onto the grounds or temper with the circulation of the air around her to make the climate hotter or colder. because the world around her was filled with air and humans thrived on it for survival it was no wonder that her advancement with her control over her element was impressive. continuing onto college was going to be her choice, she wanted to submerge herself with other elementals for as long as she could allow. phillie would be able to work on refining her control over wind and eventually that would lead to mastering her hold over the element.
she pulled her mind away from her extra thoughts and focused on jacob as she watched his lips tug up into an uneven smile. philomena wondered what was causing such a charming smile on his face but she wasn't one to poke around and prod for an answer. in all friendships she maintained there was always a permanent air of mystery and wonder. she held on dearly to her secrets and wouldn't share them to even the person she believed she trusted the most. at only seventeen she was horribly cynical, questioning silently the motives of every person that she encountered and wondering what caused them to be so open and welcoming to a world full of nothing more then cruel letdowns. her head moved back and forth in time with jacob as he shook his head in tiny increments. her remained even and slightly guarded as she kept her stare fixated onto him. "i wouldn't imagine you would take notice to the way your speech changes," birdie said to him with a slight shrug of her shoulders. "homesick? can't you leave for a vacation back to britian then?" phil was paying the utmost attention to jacob's need to skirt around the fact she was direly missing athena and colton.
dear god, was it even possible for her heart to ache as much as it was right now? it was thumping furiously and mercilessly now that thoughts of her mother and father had been implanted into her mind. she called up the face of her mother and there was no stopping the distant, fond smile that formed on her face as she remembered acutely the curve of her mother's lips and the way her hair cascaded down her back. her father took over the image of her mother and athena became murky as philomena made out the haughty smile of his father and the arrogant way he held his nose higher to try and instruct superiority onto the others around him. her smile formed into a pouty frown on her plump lips and she removed the fog from her mind. she had been absently glancing at jacob, he must of thought that she lost her grasp on reality for a few moments. the humorous smile on his face was easily spotted and she stood still as he glanced over her body and she presumed he was taking in her attire. "i can't say that sweatpants are the most flattering thing i've ever worn. i also enjoy heels more than these classy reeboks i have on," she joked, her tone dry but the teasing aspect clear in her words.
his wink jarred something inside of her and she mentally commanded herself to drop her gaze. she coaxed her left hand out of her sleeve and she began to twist the hideous ruby monster on her ring finger around in circles. "i can stop all breezes if you would like," phil distractedly answered to him, keeping her hazel gaze stuck on the ring. she listened to him ramble slightly, noting that the seriousness surrounding him rose and she continued to twirl the ring on her finger but raised her stare to look back up at him. "you patrol the woodland? are you looking for bambi?" sarcasm was her favorite weapon and though it came off as harsh and unneeded she almost always happened to be joking. she only had vengeful attentions when someone grew spiteful towards her. oddly enough no one ever had come at her malice before. was she intimidating? philomena liked to think that she was oddly warm and a little inquisitive. she shrugged at her thoughts and felt her breath almost falter as jacob came to look at her again. he was hinting that there was problems and philomena wasn't sure how to deal with other people and their personal issues. she would skirt around it, that would work. she just didn't answer. problem solved.
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Post by marci3 on Jun 16, 2011 11:38:37 GMT -5
”No.” Jacob said slowly, an unreadable smile on his face as he watched the beautiful young woman. ”No, I usually don't.” She really was a very discerning person. He didn't suppose he'd heard that observation from anyone else he'd ever spoken with. Other people had usually found some way to tease tease him, with good nature or not, about the flux of accent he'd have. He always sounded at least faintly British, but there were times, such as this, when he accent was so thick people were taken aback. It all had to do with a number of things. Too many to count. Though one thing was sure; he'd always adopt a strong accent when he heard another person talking with a British accent. It was why watching shows like Harry Potter and Doctor Who was sometimes a troublesome idea.
She asked him whether he could vacation in Britain sometime, and he had to use a geck of a lot of self control to keep a grim expression from forming on his features. The result was that he twitched slightest bit, his smile growing a little wry as he answered, ”No, I'm afraid not. I have college, Tash and Jo—Em have school, and I have to be hear to take care of them.” Skirting around the real reason he didn't want to go back to London ever again, but it was true. Jacob didn't like telling lies when he could help it. There was usually a way around it, even if he was trying not to tell the whole truth.
Phil's eyes then sort went distant then, and Jacob gave her an inquisitive look he was pretty sure she didn't notice. He had to wonder whether it was a form of homesickness of her own that made her like this, because he couldn't think of any other feasible reason for her to suddenly disconnect like that. It gave her a very mysterious look, and before he knew it, he was staring at her with interest. She was a very beautiful girl. He noticed just a second too late when she pulled herself out of her reverie, and ducked his head just a little, mentally scolding himself. Since when did Jacob Reece ogle? But he was given a welcome distraction when the answered his tease about her clothes, inserting her own humor. He laughed, ”I can't imagine why; fashion and practicality put together, those reeboks are.”
He waved his hand in dismissal, ”Nah, don't bother yourself. I'm good with cold weather.” He really preferred it over warmer weather, though he didn't much care either way. Jacob was used to discomfort of all kinds, so he rarely complained. ”I do wonder, though, if you're getting cold out here, in nothing but sweats.” Said the man wearing jeans, a t-shirt and a thin button-up shirt with long sleeves. Not to mention, the latter was unbuttoned. But he was being genuine, hoping she was comfortable out here with little but her own wind powers to help her. He'd had people explain to him before what they could do with the temperatures, but there was only so much heat a wind elemental could find to manipulate in the middle of winter.
Her next words lured out his laughter, and he shot her a bright grin as he replied. ”Yes!” Then he changed his mind suddenly, ”No. His mother. I am actually a private eye to the wildlife, and he sent me on a long quest to find her.” Man, he was being ridiculous. Jacob wondered what it was about Phil that made him act just a little more crazy than usual, but he dismissed the thought with a shrug. It didn't matter. When she remained silent about what he'd said about his home life, he had mixed feelings. For one, he seemed to care a little too much about whether she cared. For another, he'd never liked being the one to complain or share his troubles with others. He was the listener, not the speaker, when it came to those things. But regardless, there was nothing for him to do but remain silent also, no words coming to him to continue that subject.
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Post by laceface on Jun 16, 2011 16:32:03 GMT -5
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if i leave my heart with you tonight promise me that you're gonna treat it right. | she was observant, the way she noted minute details that the normal eye usually grazed over was a knack that she had. when she was younger her mother would always twirl before her daughter and ask her for a final opinion of her seven year old daughter. philomena would be able to point out if a pin in her hair was loose or if one of the folds of her dress looked uneven compared to the rest of her dress. colton would grab his little daughter's hand and pull her into the landing area for the planes and tell her to inspect the latest model of the plane they were developing. she would tell him if an angel was off or if she thought the shape of nose was peculiar. it was nothing t birdie if she noticed the slight transformation of the lilt of his voice. his jaded smile matched her own slight smirk and she gave another shrug of her shoulders. "people don't seem to pick up on the tiny things anymore," phillie said to him, purposely making the french in her accent shine through with more intensity. her mother was french and the accent she spoke with had rubbed off onto philomena, she could sound strictly french if she worked at her accent enough.
she could be vengeful but never would she wish a grim fate on someone who was completely undeserving. birdie was mentally cringing when she noted that jacob's composure changed in the slightest bit. there was no other thing to blame on his personality transformation save for the words that she was speaking. the twitch of his mouth was disconcerting and she began to fiercely twirl the hunk of stone around her finger. she barely knew how to handle her own feelings so try and decipher the emotions of someone else would be nearly impossible. she couldn't console anyone, she played the part of amiable and cordial but the feelings didn't seep much deeper than the service. she could try and shove the whole issue aside and move onto something else that would bring jacob's mind on whatever was troubling him? that could work. i just hope that i don't make him even more depressed, birdie thought briefly to herself. "i went to britian before, it was a business call for my father. we rode a double decker bus and helios almost fell off the bus. wind can be a life saver sometimes," she murmured, scraping over the basics of a humorous tale. phillie absently hoped that jacob wouldn't think of her as rude because she had ignored his comment about his siblings. she was making a sincere attempt at clearing his mind of troubles.
philomena rarely allowed herself to get swept away in her thoughts because she could find herself dwelling on unchangeable aspects for hours on end. she coudln't begin to tally the hours that she had brooded over her impending marriage to kieran dayton and the future she would be spending with the cocky fire elemental. kerian wasn't the material that she wished to marriage, phillie honestly had never taken the time to open up her mind to the thought of tying the knot. her future had been focused solely on the family business but now she had kieran slapped onto the flight company. only because he had the wealth and her father was becoming greedy. she talked herself out of her abyss of thoughts and was surprised to find jacob vividly drinking in her appearance. she shook off the thought that he was checking her out and smiled warmly at his comforting laughter that rang through her ears. "these reeboks are only seen by the woodland creatures. i don't go around wearing them at the academy," phillie assured him. she liked heels much more. she looked back over to him, her hazel eyes zeroing in on the icy blue ones that belonged to the man standing across from her. his question earned another shrug from the slim shoulders of philomena. "the cold has never affected me much. i have no reason to complain when i can change the circulation of the air around me."
a gentle breeze came dancing through the wood and the chill around them intensified significantly. she dropped her hand from wringing her ruby and flicked it to the side, causing the breeze to become stifled. it wasn't a show of her skills, philomena wasn't like her father and didn't need to have others know that her skills were something that could be considered outstanding. she dropped her hand once more and returned to circling the ruby around her finger. his glowing smile coaxed a soft laugh out of philomena and she matched his smile with a luminous grin of her own. "you speak to he wildlife now? that is an amazing gift for a water elemental," birdie murmured, her smile fading because of the heavy awkwardness that began to press on them. she had danced around the issue of his crazy home life and he had noted her silence. now they were both quiet and philomena wasn't sure what she should do next. to make herself occupied she raised a hand and brushed her loose hair out of her view and tucked it behind her ear. she was careless and the script font d that was inked behind her was in clear sight.
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Post by marci3 on Jun 16, 2011 17:21:07 GMT -5
She spoke again, and Jacob gave her an intrigued look, a smile slowly but sure forming on his lips. When it had fully gained it's place, he let out a single light laugh and asked, ”French?” Somehow, it almost made her hotter. Erm—whoa, did that just go through his head? Anyway, he shook his head with a chuckle and took a short step toward her, give her a mock suspicious look. ”If there is one thing I know about you, Phil, it's that you are not from France. How'd you learn the accent?” The question came out without a thought. It seemed rather innocent, but Jacob wished he could take it back immediately. He knew she didn't respond well to personal questions, and he had hoped to get to know her in a more patient manner. But he didn't let the apprehension so, giving her an easy smile that he hoped told her it was fine if she didn't answer.
She seemed to notice the change in his composure, for which he was sorry. It was not her fault that the biggest problem in his life was so easily touched upon by everyday conversation. Besides, he had been the one to bring up being homesick, despite the fact that he'd been joking. He was about to speak, to tell her that it was ok, and she didn't have to worry about anything she'd done, but then his eye caught the shining ruby on her hand. Her ring finger. On her left hand. His heart plummeted into his stomach, and he had to close his mouth a swallow hard to keep a new set of buried emotions at bay. Dahlia had told him about this not long ago. He'd never spoken of it to Phil, mostly because he thought it was idiotic and he'd probably end up getting angry. Jacob had to consciously tear his eyes off the hideous thing and stare at the snow at his feet. This time his composure had failed completely—he didn't look happy at all.
Though he wished he could do more, Jacob only managed a nod as she told her story. It was obvious that it was supposed to be a humorous story, but it didn't look like either of them were quite comfortable enough at the moment to appreciate it. Soon, though, he brought his fiercely blue eyes back up to look into hers, and other than a slight line between his eyebrows, he looked in good humor again. If there was anything Jacob knew how to do, it was bury bad feelings. He recovered himself in time, and was ready enough to laugh along with her when she continued with their jokes about her clothes. He tilted his head a little, a conspiring smile forming as he said in a falsely hushed voice, ”Uh oh. Have I seen a secret, not to be seen by mankind under any circumstances?” His smile grew wider, ”I hope the consequences aren't too horrid.”
He nodded when she said her powers helped her enough with the cold. He'd take that at eye level for now. The young man was extremely pleased that he'd managed to get another laugh out of her, especially when she seemed to have so much on her mind. The satisfaction made him a little impulsive, and his voice was a noche louder as he continued with the joke, ”Indeed! I would have though it'd fall on one of the earth-kind, but the great responsibility has fallen on me. Now I am the sole defense for my poor woodland kin.” He stopped for a second, and then a thought hit him. ”Does this mean I'm exempt from the the 'no mankind' rule?”
But then the awkwardness set in. He didn't want to feel bad, and that wish was deep enough to set him stepping toward her again, a hand reaching forward toward her. But then she pulled back her hair absently, and Jacob stopped in his tracks, eyes riveted on the cursive tattoo. Dayton. His hand balled into a fist, and he turned away to take a few steps away from her. He stayed there, staring at the snow with emotionless eyes for a few seconds before taking a deep breath. He tried to tell himself there was nothing he could do, that it wasn't his business, but that wasn't working anymore. Phillie was far too special to be sold like that.
He reached out both his hands toward the ground, watching what he was doing closely even though he really didn't have to. A patch of snow rose off the ground and flew five feet away, leaving dry ground in it's wake. The cleared area was big enough for three people to sit in with a little squeezing, so it would be enough for him and Phil. He passed a hand over it again, pulling little remaining bit of water—ice or not—away from it so that neither of them would get soaked if they sat, and then he looked back toward Phil. That easy smile was back on his face, a playful light just barely reaching his eyes. He held his hand out to her, meaning to help her to the ground should she accept it. ”Sit with me?” His voice was soft, gentle, and though it carried his usual joviality in it, there was a faintly sentimental undertone.
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Post by laceface on Jun 16, 2011 19:43:05 GMT -5
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if i leave my heart with you tonight promise me that you're gonna treat it right. | his smile was absolutely brilliant on his face, a thought that bubbled into philomena's mind and she didn't even try and deny it. it stood out in contrast with the starkness of his surrounding and created a jovial glow that formed around him. his laugh only added to the image, making it seem as if he were taken out of a scene of one of this horribly cliche chick flicks. dahlia had always forced phillie to sit herself into the family room with her and would turn on the project and for a whole night she was conned into watching sappy films that were all dahlia's pick. she would never be fair and allow one film of birdie's choice. she argued that while her film choices were at least happy ones the gory movies that phillie preferred would have left her tossing and turning because she was having nightmares. phillie huffed but never argued with her sisters, it would have been a trivial matter to argue over. her mind was running of course, she coaxed herself to look back at jacob and bask in his obvious wonder at her change of accents. "ma mere is french," philomena said simply, leaving the issue at that. to plunge into anymore detail would be pointless and a waste of time. or perhaps it was just her just her general guardedness.
the ring was still being twirled around her finger, it had become a habit that she wasn't even aware of anymore because she did it daily. it was an action that she performed whenever she felt like her hands need to be occupied. the ring was heavy and it busied her hands to circle the heavy ruby around her finger. phillie would act as if the light and boisterous air of the movement hadn't been rid of as she spotted jacob's gaze focus intently on the horrid ring that rested on her finger. she didn't drop her hand but continued to move the ring, now needing the distraction more than ever. phillie noticed the swallow that jacob did, almost as if he was pushing down anger that he wasn't allowing to be unleashed. there was nothing that philomena could say to give reconciliation to jacob when she didn't have any way to comfort herself. she remained silent and gave jacob space room to recollect himself though she didn't know if he was aware that philomena had taken in every movement and action that jacon had performed. she was terribly adjusted to him and seemed to be able to realize everything he did. his eyes matched hers once more and he seemed completely composed again except for the slight line that had formed in between his eyebrows. "what consequences? you've just seen me in another state besides the usual well managed philomena," she blandly said.
her airy mood had completely vanished because of the mood change that jacob had rashly suffered through. he had spotted her hunk of a ring and something within him had been gravely affected by the realization that she was going to be eternally married off soon enough. phillie could have sworn that since he was still in touch with dahlia then he would have known of the news closer to something like ages ago. she hadn't gone through extensive efforts to keep her marriage hidden but she didn't flounce around screaming out that she was going to be tying the knot and the date was coming up scarily soon. he had talked himself into a light mood once again, it seemed as if he could bounce back even if for a moment his emotions caught the best of him. she mentally applauded him for blatantly attempting to mask his emotions and plow through the conversation and recreate the teasing air that had been worked into their chat only moments ago. "bambi could have mistaken you for an earth elemental and when you didn't correct him he continued on with his thoughts that you were a savior," philomena spoke softly, her tone guarded now and missing the hint of humor it had possessed earlier. jacob had caused her walls around herself to go even higher and raise to unfathomable heights.
he moved closer to her and just as she was about to question his motives for coming nearer he moved back more steps then to where he had been initially staring. she exhaled audibly, reaching her hand back up to pull at her harshly and pull a large chunk out of her ponytail to hid the bare skin that had been shown. jacob had seen her tattoo and that was the reason why his fists were balled at his sides and he seemed to robbed of his breath. he understood the meaning behind the d, the letter stood for the surname of the family that she would be wedded into only a few months time. her fury was beginning to brew and she wouldn't be able to be called out of her rage if she fell into the abyss. luckily she was given a diversion because jacob seemed to recover himself and was clearing a patch of snow to reveal the ground underneath without giving any explanation to birdie. his stare was back on her and he held out a hand, she reached out to silently accept it and mentally cringed when she felt the cool silver of her ring touch against his skin. she was pulling all the wrong moves today. philomena didn't wait for him to take lead, the tiny girl gently tugged on his hand and directed them over to the cleared spot and dropped down to the grass without a word.
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Post by marci3 on Jun 16, 2011 21:16:10 GMT -5
Something....Something which Jacob couldn't quite place had changed. While she seemed quite happy when he smiled, she was very short in her answer. He let out a tiny sigh, wishing he hadn't asked her that question. He wished he'd been able to catch that mistake before he'd made it. But despite this rueful thought process, he was still the picture of ease and happiness on the outside. Some might say it was a lie, how much he smiled. But it was really just a wish for everyone else to be ok. He'd much rather smile and tell everyone he'd be fine than make then worry for something that wasn't worth it. It was just that right now....right now it was harder than usual. The nightmares were still vivid in his mind, and that only gave him a small line of defense against his discontented feelings toward Phil's situation.
But the biggest change came when she noticed what he'd noticed. Her ring. Any other person would have stopped the fidgeting, vainly hoping to hide the object, but Phil just stood there, watching it as stoically as she might have watched a leaf blowing in the wind. It made Jacob sad to see her like that. He knew she had a great many walls up, but sometimes there were glimpses of passion, very keen emotion she felt about things. He hated to imagine what she must be feeling on the inside about all this, but imagine he did. And her words, so devoid of emotion, made his gut twist. Damn. Jacob usually cared, but what was this? This was more than usual. Though he still held the usual easy expression on his face, his eyes gained a sort of lost expression as the revelation came.
He looked at Phil with a mild, hesitant sort of interest. Then he let out a long breath as he came to terms with the fact that he liked this girl. Well no wonder this cut him so much. He knew that this was out of his hands, though, so he made a weak decision to keep it under wraps. Smother it, so to speak. Hopefully that would be enough for him to get through this without going insane. Probably not. ”It was a joke, Phil.” He said softly, gently. ”Just wanted to see you smile again.”
Lord, what a load of bullocks. And now he was over-analyzing everything he did. Great. A chuckle escaped him, just a step away from nervous as he continued to watch the girl. He'd have to wait until she said something else, then try and go off of that. If he could just act natural for this meeting, he was sure he could continue to do so in the future. So he took a deep breath, and listened attentively when she spoke again. He laughed again, and though it was perfectly genuine he could help but be keenly aware of the fact that she had still lost her humor. She was sad. Or uncomfortable. Or nervous, or embarrassed, or—god forbid—angry. At this, Jacob couldn't help but be a little sad. ”Well, maybe. But you weren't there, so how are you to know whether I'm telling the truth or not?”
One had to give Jacob credit—he was trying. So much practice he had gotten, he was able to keep most of his good humor in his voice as he said the words. But there was a new light in his eyes that wasn't completely describable. He had his fit of anger, then waited patiently with his hand out, watching he with a mysterious gaze. He smiled with relief when she took his hand, feeling a bothersome little skip in his heartbeat at the same time. But he pushed that aside and sat with her. He pointedly ignored the tingling spot on his hand where the ring had touched—if he thought about it too much, he would tear it off her finger and fling it into the lake. So he just sat there, quietly, giving her enough time to maybe start feeling a little comfortable, but not enough time for it to get awkward.
”Do you like to swim?” He asked. It may have seemed weird that he was completely changing the topic, but he was seriously trying to distract her, and maybe get her in a better mood. ”I seem to remember it coming up in a past conversation of ours. I was thinking, if you were willing we could have a race in the lake when it gets warmer. Don't worry, I won't cheat.” He said, throwing her a grin as he alluded to his power. Then he shrugged, ”If not, it's alright. I just don't know if you have anyone else to do that with. I don't.”
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if i leave my heart with you tonight promise me that you're gonna treat it right. | phillie knew that her change of demeanor had been made known to jacob, almost as obvious as the changes in her personality had been easy for her to spot. it made philomena feel horribly exposed but in this case the brushing off of her layers almost felt natural. why was this case differential from the other times when someone would try and pull back her protective skin and she would only retract deeper into herself? when someone became too interested in her personal business philomena would figuratively show her claws and hiss threateningly. she didn't like having her personal issues brought to the surface when privacy was something that was vital to her. dealing with jacob things the vibe of his mild curiosity felt genuine and she felt her stomach drop when she grew defensive and his smile dropped. his on the road to becoming a trusted confidant and she felt that if she loss his friendship some damage might actually be inflicted. it wasn't wise to hold people so close, they could turn their backs on someone who thought they were trustworthy just as quickly as they opened their arms in welcome. phillie wanted to wholly believe that something in her frienship with jacob was unique, differing from what philomena was familiar with. why had hope been sparked when birdie had to be the most cynical student that attended the academy? she didn't have any direct answer and that worried her as much as if left her feeling awe.
i just wanted to see you smile, jacob said softly, with gentleness underlying in his tone. he was speaking sincerely and his obvious display of care coaxed a pure smile of appreciation onto her smile, even if the curve of her lips was slight and difficult to detect. she began to mull over it all in her mind, melting into the moment and even found herself lightly resting her arm against jacob's for unneeded support. philomena blinked and the dawning of the obvious pressed down on her and she almost cried out with surprise. it was in the way that she spotted the soft glitter in his eyes when he laid gaze on her, it was in the way he seemed to get swept up in simply running his eyes over her, and it was in the way he spoke sincerely to her and seemed to wait on edge for her every reaction. she was pathetically blind when it came to subtle hints of affectionate feelings in the making. birdie refused to say that jacob had a crush on her, it seemed too juvenile for a girl who was seventeen and engaged and a man who was twenty and caring for a family. "you have feelings for me," phillie said, shattering the delicate silence that had formed between them. she almost sounded satisfied, secretly proud that she had been observant enough to catch all of the miniscule details that anyone else wouldn't have been able to piece together until weeks later.
his easy smile and his response in continuing their bambi joke were disregarded in haste. philomena was bathing in the wonder that somewhere along the line of their brief friendship jacob had come to hold some sort of feelings for her that ran further then the strict basis of friendship. she broke out into another bout of quietness to turn over the deal of jacob liking her. she was an engaged girl and she may have come off amiable and mysteriously warm but her guard was constantly raised. wait, she had to back peddle through her thoughts to return to the most obvious fact that should have hindered jacob's feelings. phillie turned her head to take jacob's face into view and she fixed her stare onto his own, her hazel eyes bursting with curiosity. "riddle me this, jacob. isn't it a turnoff that i am practically married?" there was no sarcasm deeply hidden in her words, she was nothing but inquiring. this had to be the sole occasion where she allowed her questioning nature to push through her normal respectfulness. this was just an answer that she was craving for and the question wouldn't lay obediently in her mind. she began to fiddle with her ring again as she awaited an answer from him, sure that he would come up with some sort of reply with him. phillie was just hoping that she wouldn't frighten him off with her forwardness. he had been attracted to her even though she was closed off so it would make sense if her blunt tendencies didn't repel him.
he seemed to be eager to not allow awkwardness to form but philomena was nearly affirmed with the questions that she had posed discomfort would be formed between them inevitably. though he mentioned swimming and her attention was focused on him at a topic that she could openly share her opinions on. she had admitted to him that with a mother who was a water elemental and a brother who was also a water elemental it had sort of been enforced on her that water should be something she approved of. "swimming is something i enjoy. i've been taught to seem quite well," philomena quietly inserted her input, not exactly gloating but smug with her abilities in the water. "you're saying that we should wait until spring? no need to keep thoughts about me in mind. i'm ready to swim right now. so let's do it," phillie told him seriously, standing and focusing on untying her shoes. he was going to plunge into the lake with her right now and there wasn't anyway that he could deny her. philomena didn't even feel the coolness of the air hit her skin as she pulled off her sweatpants, standing in a plain pair of black boy shirts and the pale skin of her toned legs. birdie didn't give it a second thought as she peeled off her sweatshirt and was left in a white sports bra. her back was facing him and the head and part of the wings of her raven tattoo was visible. she turned and stared down expectantly at jacob.
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Post by marci3 on Jun 17, 2011 10:15:05 GMT -5
Jacob truly, really felt a little off-balance when he saw the smile she gave him. It was small, and hard to detect, but it was more real than any other he'd seen from her. He kept a smile on his face, but an audible breath escaped him as he started to laugh and decided not to. And then, his brow raised like a rocket when she started leaning on him. He turned his face away from her to hide it, making a pretense of looking about the scow-clad scenery. It was light, but he could feel her weight on his arm, and the warmth of her body close to him. While this was a much more pleasant thing to be caught up with than his nightmares, he was trying almost as hard to keep his thoughts under control.
”you have feelings for me.”
Shatter was the operative word. Jacob immediately became stiff, all thought of hiding his feelings leaving with his ability to form words. Thankful that his face was angled away from hers, he opened and closed his mouth several times before he gained the ability to breath again. Then he took a deep breath, ducking his head and glancing at her. ”Yeah.” There really wasn't anything else he could think of to say. He was very aware of the age difference between them—seventeen and twenty was a little bigger than he was used to. Then again, give it three years and it wouldn't be very much at all. But long before three years was up she'd be married to that horrible man, and.... Jacob shook his head fiercely. The only thing he knew for certain right now was that she was here, and he cared for her.
The young man brought a hand up to run through his hair, letting out a long breath as he did so. His default smile was back on his face, but he was unable to look at her any more than the occasional glance over. She skirted the bambi topic, for which he was glad; he had no idea what he might have said next to keep the humor going. But then she asked a question which made him cringe internally. Practically married, eh? He turned to look at her, mouth open and ready to speak, but she got him with her stare. He closed his mouth again, a look of slight resignation crossing his features. Then he shrugged, the gesture making him lean slightly away from her.
”No.” Was all he said for awhile, his strong stare fixed on hers. In was a mix of many, many feelings, coming together to make a piercing truth; that didn't much matter to him. He had never been the type to cheat, or be the 'other guy', but this was a different situation. She was not yet married, and the marriage was for all purposes against her will. ”It's not hard to see that you don't care about Kieran, Phil. And there's still a good amount of time before you turn eighteen.” His tone wasn't exactly hopeful, but it was also a little rebellious to the fact that she was engaged. It was a precarious position, this. And for some reason, he didn't care.
With a cavalier smile, he found a bit of his good humor again, ”You'll find if there's one thing I don't do well, it's back down from a fight.” Besides, why would any of that change the way he felt? From his experience, emotions were rather detached from rational thought. People couldn't very much help who they started to care for. They could smother the emotion, as he had before been planning to do, but they couldn't keep it from forming in the first place.
He chuckled at the smugness in her tone when she told him she could swim very well. Well, he very much doubted she could swim better than he; it had been his pastime since he was five or so, and he'd never given it up, not even for a short time. A bit of his innate competitiveness started to rise up, then. ”Oh yes? Well maybe I won't have to go quite as easy on you as I was planning!” His grin was actually real, this time. This was a safe topic, something he could....he could.....what was she doing?
Jacob watched with confused interest as she stood and started to take off her shoes. He stood with her, the manners ground into him as he was growing making it impossible to sit in a standing woman's presence. It was only when she pulled on her sweatpants that he understood what she was doing, and he turned away from her so quickly that he almost stumbled and fell over again. ”Bloody hell, Phil!” He said, his tone quite a bit louder than it had been before. He could already feel his face go cherry red. He was about to say more, but carnal male interest had him peeking back over his shoulder. Her shirt was off. Her turned away. Wait, had that been a tattoo? He turned back to look at it again, but she had turned toward him and he was faced with...well.
His gaze met her's, started sliding down against his will, and he tore his face away again. This time he put up a hand as a blinder. It took him several seconds, but he caught his breath enough to say, ”Didn't you consider before stripping down right in front of a man who'd just confessed he was attracted to you?” No matter how big a part of him wanted to, he could not let himself turn back and look at her. About that, his chivalrous heart was adamant.
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if i leave my heart with you tonight promise me that you're gonna treat it right. | it was a one word response that made philomena feel like her insides had been frozen by the icy tundra climate that was surrounding them. it hadn't been full of his usual warmth and the smile on his face wasn't evident. he actually wasn't even looking over at her, he wasn't even glancing at the general direction of philomena. she furrowed her brows in confusion and stared haughtily at him, knowing that he could fill the intensity of her stare focusing on the side of his face. had she been too forward while approaching the manner? phillie had no idea how else she would have tackled the situation besides doing her best to skirt cautiously around the issue and hope that it would fade into the background and no longer cause awkwardness. she drew herself away from him and continued to silently wonder at the possibility of all the things that she had done wrong. "any other guy would have been jumping with joy because their feelings were discovered. then again this really isn't normal...i have no idea what i am saying..." birdie was hopelessly rambling, the discomfort of the situation had seeped into her and now she was being affected by it. when did phillie feel like she was left flopping and grabbing at words that she couldn't get a hold on? birdie was usually in control of everything, this was one thing that she wasn't sure how to direct. it was unnerving for her.
he mentioned kieran and the dying fire within her immediately became fueled by the words that jacob had mentioned. she let out a frustrated sigh and glanced over at jacob again in attempt to meet his gaze. for a mere moment their stares locked before jacob turned away again to continue staring out in the forest scenery surrounding them. philomena didn't want to be married to kieran, she had never voiced her opinion but in her choice of words and her actions it had become easily known where her feelings on kieran stood. jacob had become aware of her feelings quickly and now he was using her own feelings against her. there was no desire anywhere within her to give up her name and have to share a bed with kieran and wake up to see his jaunty smile each morning. "no one who is mentally stable would care about kieran. he is nearly impossible to like..." birdie muttered, uttering her opinions quietly and feeling exposed now that she rambled her opinions and thrown them out in the open. she looked at the ring that rested on her finger and thought for what had to be the millionth time that the ruby couldn't be anymore garish and gaudy. she would have never chosen it as her own ring if she would of had any say in the the choosing of the ring. phillie had been graced with the ring and was told that it was a precious heirloom to the dayton family. she would have liked to hurl the ring in the lake and never have to see the hideous artifact again.
she wasn't paying mind to the comments he had made about their swimming challenge that would be taking place. a half naked philomena was standing before him and he was turned away in hopes to salvage what was remaining of his chivalrous heart. her mind didn't even process the outraged cry that came from jacob when he realized that she was stripping down into proper swimming attire, or what she considered to be acceptable swimming wear. her mind once again began to mull over what had just happened only moments ago. she was shivering slightly but she wasn't focusing on the needs of her body. phillie let out a shaky breath and her eyes grew wide with alarm at her feelings that were surfacing and slowly being defined with clarity. "holy fuck..." birdie uttered, her choice of words the only fitting ones that she could decide on to match her emotions. she was eager to be in his company whenever she knew he was around, his laughter brought her comfort, his smile coaxed a glowing grin of her own, and she was slowly beginning to feel like he could be someone that she could trust like she did her brother, helios. their friendship had molted into something that phillie was hesitant to uncover and attempt to label. "i like you..." she breathlessly muttered the words, unsure if she trusted herself to speak. when had these feelings become apparent? philomena didn't have the answer but she was sure that these emotions had been building since their ignition of their friendship.
jacob peered over at her again and she saw his eyes sliding down her body but before he complete his checkout he was backing to hiding the vision with his hand. "well, i didn't think about that really. i just wanted to swim. i'll get dressed now..." phillie returned to her rambling and she bent down to retrieve her sweatpants and shoved her legs into them and pulled them back up to rest securely a few notches below her waist. her shoes were tied back onto her feet and philomena snatched her sweatshirt but didn't pull it back over her head. "it's a sport bra and i am sort of overheated. you can deal with it." her statement was final, she wasn't going to put her sweatshirt back on. jacob could deal with the show of skin or he could turn around and jog off. "you can look now," phillie said to him, a funny look set on her face. everything had shifted now and she was feeling slightly uncomfortable. they had both admitted something crucial but now that things had been said birdie was clueless how to go about in his company now. philomena tugged on her ponytail and she pulled it fiercely out of the holder. to occupy herself she worked her hair up into a comically high bun placed on the top of her head and then let out a sigh. she had just opened a can of serious awkwardness.
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Post by marci3 on Jun 17, 2011 12:17:50 GMT -5
Jacob gave one dry laugh, sending Phil a look of disbelief. ”How many guys have you seen jump for joy in this situation?” It wasn't snapping, or mean at all. He really didn't mean anything against her in any way. But he'd never seen a guy who liked a girl he probably didn't have a chance with start celebrating when the girl found out. Forever the optimist, Jacob had managed to sink all those little thoughts that had to do with what if she doesn't like me, I'm too old, etc, etc. But he did know that her situation was difficult, and he also know that she had a tendency to push people away. He'd had to tread careful so far to keep her from doing that.
She looked a little lost, and all Jacob wanted to do was step forward and hug the girl. But he resisted, taking a deep breath and pushing all thoughts like that deep inside him. He couldn't just start treating her differently because he understood he liked her. She had to want it, too, and that was not certain yet. Despite his own mental turmoil, Jacob laughed out loud at what she said about Kieran. He really didn't much like the guy himself. Although admittedly, his opinion was more than a little biased. He was about to speak, but when he glanced at her he saw that she was again uncomfortable. He closed him mouth, watching her for a second before looking down at the snowy ground. This was fortunate, as he would have noticed the ring again had he continued to watch her.
Even though he was completely against ogling at a half-naked young lady that he respected very much, Jacob couldn't help but turn around with alarm when she cursed. His first thought was that she was hurt somehow. Then, when he saw she wasn't, that she was angry at him somehow. Bright eyes locked onto her gaze as he waited for her to speak, apprehension growing with each moment she was silent. But then she looked stunned, and the words that came out of her mouth made his heart leap.
Jacob had to turn around to hide the huge grin that refused to extricate itself. He laughed under his breath several times, absolutely delighted by the fact that had left Phil breathless. But he had to hide it. He didn't want to scare her away, not by rushing into something so important as this. He knew that if he started pushing her too far or giving her too much of the wrong kind of attentions, she'd leave. Her walls would go up and he'd know that she was in more emotional pain than before. So he listened to what she was saying with one bit of his brain and strove to control himself with the other.
He was relieved to hear her putting her pants back on, though. That was a distraction that allowed him to focus on something other than the fact that she liked him, too. Although, that information did pop into his stream of thoughts from time to time and cause his smiled to widen, or a chuckle to escape from him. He turned when she said he could, much better able to control his eyes now that her lower half was adorned. He fixed her with a questioning smile, ”How exactly are you overheating in this weather?” Although now that he thought about it, he was quite warm himself. Probably had a lot to do with Phil.
”Was that....” He started cautiously, watching her carefully to make sure he didn't upset her. ”Was that a raven tattooed on your back?” He didn't exactly know how to brooch the topic of their feelings. Though he didn't usually run away from things, he did have a habit of hiding from the uncomfortable. He was supposed to be all smiles and all cheer for everyone else. So he contented himself with asking about the very intriguing tattoo she had.
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Post by laceface on Jun 17, 2011 13:35:40 GMT -5
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if i leave my heart with you tonight promise me that you're gonna treat it right. | she easily had to be a candidate for the most uneducated seventeen year old when it came to dealing with relationships. there were rules to dealing with the feelings of other when it came to this intimate level that philomena was completely ignorant of. she had been oblivious to boys throughout all the years of her adolescence. they had never been something that she had to worry her strained mind over. when you were thirteen and were wearing an engagement ring your mind wasn't exactly open to the thought of a crush on the boy who lived down the street. phillie didn't even know any boys who lived down her street but the point was that she had never busied herself with trying to snag herself a boyfriend. it was never something that she yearned for, she didn't need a boy to compliment on her hair or hold her hand because it was the thing a boyfriend was supposed to do. she had a finance and that was as far as her dealings with relationship excelled. phillie groaned at his words and she could only respond with a violent shrug of her bare shoulders. "i am making up an educated guess with my minimal amount of knowledge. i'm not a relationship expert," phil defensively responded. she was slowly drawing her barriers back up around herself but in this incident she was more hesitant to do such a thing.
their feelings had been established but that didn't mean something miraculous was going to occur between the two of them. phillie's thoughts raced to the countless chick flicks that dahlia had her suffer through all of the summer nights they had spent together. she mused that from all of the cliche plots that had been horribly planned out for each film something drastic was supposed to happen now. birdie had assumed that situation between them was considered something along the lines of a forbidden romance since she seventeen and he was twenty. then there was the microscopic detail that she had a hunk of a ring on her finger and she was arranged to be married in only five months time. she squirmed under the fierce glance that jacob was directing her way, he seemed to be riveted to her and it was making her feel as if she was under inspection. it didn't help that she was standing beside a handsome man in her sports bra and he was giving her a searing stare, like he could peer into her very soul if he wished. "you're staring at me like you can see something that i can't," birdie mumbled, her voice barely projecting enough to reach over to jacob. philomena wasn't speaking negatively, she was simple voicing one of her observations and it felt like a stretch to admit something that she deemed as personal to jacob.
she was clothed now and it seemed to comfort jacob that now he glance over at her with the lower half of her body being covered. it hadn't been much of a bother to her that she was leaving her body half naked and in the company of a man who was slightly older and held certain feelings for her. you could say that birdie was a less than shameless, which didn't seem to be the same for jacob since he had shied away. it was a thought that caused her to snort, she hadn't been aware that some guy at there still held the highest respect for women out there. she would have applauded jacob if it wouldn't have been considered random if she just started clapping. he looked over at her with a questioning smile and a bashful smile was formed in response to the curve of his lips. she dropped her sweatshirt from her grasp and let it drop into the snow. phillie was hardly worried about the cleanliness of her sweatshirt, she didn't even like it all that much. "the moment sort of heated up and my body acted in response to everything," phillie impulsively spoke, her mind had sped up ahead of her logic and she had spoken before she processed when she had been thinking. phillie didn't take back what she had said, she was beginning to have thoughts that it would be all right to allow jacob in on some of her more inner thoughts.
she reached back and past the wisps of loose hair and ran her hand over the revealed area that was visible between her shoulder. the heavy black ink would have bee easy to spot against her pale skin and the witness of her sports bra. when she had turned around in a flash jacob had probably noticed the head of the bird and its gret wings spreading on her shoulders. the tattoo was huge, covering from the area of one tip of her shoulder and fanning on into the tip of her other shoulder. it was inking that she boast shamelessly because deep in her heart she homed serious pride for her family and the raven that was the emblem of the bird family. "yes, it's a tattoo," phillie told him, her tone more open then it had been earlier. she turned her back towards him and bent her neck down so that jacob would be given a clearer view of the tattoo on her shoulders. "pull down on the straps of my bra and you'll get a clear view of the tattoo. go on and do it, i'm not trying to be racy or anything," phille gently commanded, her voice firm though she was attempted to be soft in her directness. she twined her hands loosely together and waited for him to do as she had told. he had inquired about her tattoo and she was being open and allowing him to see her tattoo. she would have even explained the meaning behind it if he had asked. "i got it when i was thirteen."
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