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Post by Alice Cullen on Sept 6, 2007 16:30:15 GMT -5
c o n o r
There are people who make an impact on you, and people who don't. People who you remeber no matter what and people you can barely remeber. Most of the time, people met in a drunken haze are barely remembered, but sometimes, every so often, they are occassionally remembered. But to be remebered they must be truly stunning and perhaps in a normal day would knock you back a pace. They are special people. She was a special person.
He could remeber a few details, dark hair, beautiful features, a soft voice and an amazing smile. Maybe he was just being a romantic but it didn't matter. She had made an impression, cut through his drunked haze and worked her way into his memory. And that was somthing special. He could even remember her name. Della Angelus It was like music to him. A brilliant name he thought.
Wondering into the hufflepuff common room he was still in a slight daze, the sunlight streaming in through the common room window made him squint and sheild his eyes as he adjusted. Lowering his hand he made his way over to his favourite sofa and fell face first onto it. Who is she? Where is she? I want to see her again. he thought quietly to himself. How can i see her again? he didn't move. His face pressed into the cushions, obscuring his vision and making it hard to breath but it did not matter. Because he was completely infatuated.
After only a short time he realised that he was quite likely going to suffocate if he did not move soon, so he turned himself over to lie on his back, hands pressed over his eyes, breathing deeply. Now all he wanted was to see her, even alchohol cavings wern't this bad. If he only just wished hard enough? |
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Post by . x . Della Angelus on Sept 17, 2007 20:16:51 GMT -5
WE MEET AGAIN see me again? Hmm. Remembering something that happened the night before? I think so. A friend maybe, stranger. And what was he doing in the forbidden forest. Seemed slightly drunk, probably just wandered out there and climbed a tree. Though, the girl was in her butterfly form. She was thinking on a boy that had previously taken her heart but returned it grimly. Dominick. All she ever did was cry from that point, onward. But then when she met him, her life changed, ... somewhat. Now she was lurking around trying to figure out more about him. I feel like a stalker. She mumbled under her breath as she sat on the edge of her bed quietly. She ran her smooth hands through her hair and placed them back firmly onto the bed. She propped herself upward but pushed up and jumped off the side of the bed. She was wearing a pair of shorts and a tight tank-top. Della liked tight shirts. They melded into her figure, best when they were soft then you could just run your hands down the sides. Almost like touching a cloud.
As her feet landed on the ground, she slipped on a pair of toe socks and slid around the room in them. The floor being wooden and the texture of her socks made it easy to glide. She giggled and stopped at the door that led to the common room and wandered out silently. She jogged, imperfectly to the candy bowl and grabbed one or two, unwrapped them, and popped them into her mouth as she flopped down into a comfortable chair. Her gaze fell to a boy on the couch. She studied him without movement and then let her jaw fall open. Only for a short time after did she realized that her candies were going to fall out if she didn't stop it at once. Slowly but surely, she closed her eyes and mouth. With the ever so light voice she spoke, "C-Conor?" [/blockquote] VALID TIMING
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Post by Alice Cullen on Sept 18, 2007 16:07:13 GMT -5
c o n o r
Sometimes it feels like, if you wish hard enough you can make your dreams come true. Whether that is true or not is another matter entirely, but its a nice thought. And it was the sort of thing that Conor always like to think was true. After all if Della existed then wishes had to be true, didnt they? He knew he was infatuated but that didnt matter. He like the feeling if he was honest with himself.
And then there was a word, his name, spoken wiht an ever so slight stutter. But it was the voice that said it which made his heart jump. Turning backflips in his chest. Could it be? He turned ever s slowly, almost holding his breath and suddenly painfully aware that he was in yesterdays clothes and that his converse had a rip in them. And then he saw her and he had to let the breaht go so that he could gasp. She looked even better than he remebered ins ocks and a tightly fitting top that hugged her figure. He turned himself fully as he whispered her name like a spell.
Della. And he could have sworn she could hear his heart pounding in his chest.[/font][/right] |
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Post by . x . Della Angelus on Sept 18, 2007 16:36:02 GMT -5
Della kept her gaze on him for a few seconds so she didn't look like she was staring. Then she realized about what she was wearing. Gosh, i look like a hooker. She stifled a giggle as she continued to look him up and down. Della didn't know what it was about him but she just wanted more. Maybe not yet but soon, possibly. She looked off and bit the last of the candy in her mouth and reached for one more. When she had placed it in her mouth, she put the three wrappers in her hand and made a fist. When she got to a point where she could throw them away, she would. Della blinked her eyes and smiled gently. "Your in Hufflepuff too?" She looked at his clothes and smiled. It didn't matter to her, really. She was just happy he was here. |
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Post by Alice Cullen on Sept 19, 2007 15:17:20 GMT -5
c o n o r
A small smile, the barest hint of a laugh. And an inexplicable desire to rush over and hug her. The feelings washed over Conor in a rush. Like a sudden sway of emotion. As though he was riding one big rollercoaster, and that it had dived, straight down. A sudden drop. His stomach rushing up into his mouth. and her observation. As sort of, half a question. Trying to begina conversation but somehow lost. he smiled prperly, sitting up and leaning on his knees. No im a slytherine, Can't you tell? he laughed. His eyes twinkling with the joke. And then an idea struk him, a onderful possibility, Maybe... Errr, Della, can i ask you somthing? he muttered nervously. Praying the answer would be yes.
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Post by . x . Della Angelus on Sept 19, 2007 15:27:32 GMT -5
Della smoothed out her top and rested her hands on the arms sides on the chair. She let them slide down and tuck into her thighs softly and sighed softly. Her eyes watched the fireplace then moved back to Conor with a bright smile. Della rolled her eyes at the joke and giggled slightly. She cleared her throat and quivered. She was a bit cold for some reason but that didn't bother her that much. She picked up her hands and rubbed her face gently. Della was being random tonight but when she heard him ask something, she nodded. "Of course." Her ocean blue eyes flickered and glistened as she waited silently. |
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Post by Alice Cullen on Sept 24, 2007 16:55:23 GMT -5
c o n o r
And then his bluff was called and he had to somehow ask what he had been going to ask. What was was easier said than done. The words his head but his mouth would njot obey his brain, He had a feeling he was staring but he couldn't help it. She was beautiful and he wanted to absorb every single little detail of her. But he could put the moment off no longer, and the owrds came out all rush, delayouwannagoballwimeplease? and he was suddenly aware how utterly bad he sounded.
Flushing scarlet he leant forwards and studied his feet so that his hair fell to cover his face.Della, he tried again, Would you like to come to the yule ball with me? and still staring at his feet he took a moment to dare to peep up at her form under his eyelashes. Praying that her answer would be favourable. [/right][/size][/font] |
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