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Post by misa on Dec 8, 2007 15:58:28 GMT
It was late, well past lights out, but Misa refrained from caring with very little difficulty. The excuse, 'I got lost', was one she still had up her sleeve and at needs be it was ready for use.
Tonight was too beautiful a night to be indoors, not when there was a view as splendid as this begging to be seen. Misa foudn this peculiar, her element may be earth but she was so unlike it in a way - it couldn't resist showing off whereas she would much rather dissappear.
The dappled light of the waning moon fell delicately through the branches of the thick pine trees and it felt like in that moment the world was wrapped up in the caring arms of Mother Nature, untouchable.
Misa's own arms were wrapped around her knees, unknowingly protecting herself from all the unseen dangers she knew were thrown into shadows and concealed by the perfectness of the night. Beauty was a leathal thing. It could just as easily become your enemy as enjoy your admiration.
Gazing out over the lake before her Misa wondered if she would ever be able to relax. Today had been hell. Without her contacts her eyes had continually changed colour. She had heard the whispers as she entered the dining hall for dinner and it had made her angry. So she had come here. Now, watching the still, enthralling body of water she felt angry, but not at the unknown minds from which the whispers came forth, but at herself.
A twig snapped behind her and Misa whirled around and onto her feet. She couldn't see anything but she felt sure something was there. Or someone.
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Post by Dylan Woods. on Dec 8, 2007 16:28:42 GMT
Dylan was in no mood to allow sleep to take him without a fight. It wasn't that he wasn't tired, it was that he wouldn't let himself be tired. He couldn't bare to think that he would miss anything that would happen in this mysterious and magical world he'd found himself thrust into. He'd never experienced anything like this before, he had found himself in the middle of a war. It hadn't been something he expected, even though his mother had been a spy who was spying on his good for nothing father, he'd never guessed that the world he now found himself a part of was at war. His arms were crossed across his chest, he was wearing a huge navy hoody that was faded and worn but still comfortable and cosy, with a pair of amazing scruffy jeans - he could have told you they'd been through a shredder and you would have easily believed him - with a pair of scuffed, dirty DC shoes.
Dylan was simply wandering the grounds, he had no idea where he was actually going because he didn't know where anything was yet. He found himself trapsing through what seemed to be a forest of pine trees. He tread quietly because he knew he wasn't supposed to be out this late, and their might be some teacher patrolling the area... Or maybe the enemy. He didn't really understand who the enemy were yet and that scared him. After a few minutes of walking he saw a clearing, and a beautiful lake that reflected the sky in a way that made is sparkle like the most beautiful diamond. He stopped dead and looked at the water, he was in awe of it's beauty. He then scanned the surrounding area, he was nicely hidden by shadow so he was pretty confident no teacher would see him from here. He saw a girl sitting on the bank of the lake and he smiled his perfect white smile, she was beautiful. He took a step forward and a twig snapped, resounding off the silence and so loudly it startled Dylan himself. He stared at his foot for a few seconds and then looked up to see the girl whirling around. She must be terrified, he thought to himself and then stepped out of the shadow. "Sorry about that." he said softly, but it sounded loud in the silence. He walked in her direction but stopped a few feet short of her. "I'm Dylan." he introduced himself with another perfect smile.
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Post by misa on Dec 8, 2007 17:00:43 GMT
It was a boy. 'Sorry about that.' She vaguely heard him say, but in reality she only saw him say it. A strange rushing noise was blocking out any sound he might have been making. Misa realised it was her own heartbeat and promptly felt her cheeks flare red. She was blushing? Misa didn't blush. As he spoke he moved closer and she was rooted to the spot, unable to move. What on earth was going on?
'I'm Dylan.' He said and stopped a few feet away from her.
"I'm Misa." She said breathlessly - she finally understood the age old saying of having your breath taken away - his smile had done exactly that to her. She stood there awkwardly for a moment, just looking at him, completely unsure of what to say or do that wouldn't make her appear to be a complete idiot.
Calm down, what are you doing? A small voice in her mind screamed and Misa forced herself to take a deep breath which rose as a light cloud between them.
She settled on just smiling coyly back at him and sitting back down, inviting him with one fluid gesture to join her.
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Post by Dylan Woods. on Dec 8, 2007 18:09:59 GMT
Dylan was flattered that he had made a girl this beautiful flush, but he knew he was capible of making any girl blush. He was vanity personified and he knew it. And quite frankly he didn't care that it made a lot of people hate him, he knew they were just jealous. However there was something about the fact it was this girl, the girl who had just introduced herself as Misa, had blushed that made his stomach fill up with butterflies, which he forced himself to ignore. Dylan Woods does not get crushes. He gets crushed on. he reminded himself but even he didn't believe it. He looked over at her and quickly listened into her thoughts. 'Calm down, what are you doing?' she was thinking. This could be good for him, maybe she was very very attracted to him but then again this could be bad for him, maybe she thought he was the enemy. Then a thought struck him, what if she was the enemy? He wished he had a better grasp of the situation.
Dylan moved towards her when she beckoned him and sat beside her, he sat close to her, their legs almost touching but not quite. He didn't care all of a sudden if she was the enemy or not. He liked her. He mentally hit himself in the head. He could not like her. He smiled at her again and put an arm out to prop himself up with. "Have you been at the school long, beautiful?" he asked her inquistively. His voice was smooth and low, he had added the last word unintentionally, he didn't mean to flirt with her, it just happened. He wanted to know what she was thinking but he told himself not to pry into her thoughts. Well, not to pry into her thoughts for at least another five or ten minutes, she might be able to feel him listening to her thoughts. He'd never asked anyone if they could feel it before, he'd just assumed they couldn't.
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Post by misa on Dec 8, 2007 18:39:15 GMT
"Have you been at the school long, beautiful?"
Misa's eyes widened slightly at how smooth and tantalising his voice was. His body language was perfectly relaxed as he lazed back on one arm almost carelessly. She realised her eyes must be a ridiculously bright indigo by now, but she didn't care. Nor did she care that there was every possiblity that he was of the enemy. Something about his very presense seemed to be relaxing her.
"Just around a week, you?" She replied letting go of her knees and stretching her long legs out in from of her. It surprised her how simple and easy her own answer had been.
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Post by Dylan Woods. on Dec 8, 2007 18:52:09 GMT
Dylan gazed at her, mistified by her beauty. He'd never let any girl affect him like this before and it scared and disgusted him almost as much as it excited him. He liked to remain indifferent when it came to romance or even friendship, that way he couldn't get hurt. But he could tell he wouldn't be able to do this when he was around her. An overwhelming part of him wanted to reach out and touch her face very softly but he fought this urge, it was too early for physical contact. He knew that. But that didn't stop him wanting to. Dylan's eyes were a light amber colour that seemed to glow, his eyes told a lot about how he was feeling and what he was experiencing and they were simply sceaming that he was at war with himself. He wasn't going to let her know that and he hoped she wasn't good at reading emotions off eyes. He smiled at her again, a smaller smile, just turning up the corners of his mouth, it was all he could manage right then.
Dylan smiled, he wasn't alone in being new to this place. "I just arrived today." he informed her, he watched her stretch out her legs. They were beautiful legs, toned, long. He was only a boy, he couldn't help himself looking. He brought his eyes back up to her face, determined not to let himself listen to her thoughts nor touch her, and decided to proceed with his questioning. He paused for a few seconds, allowing her to soak up this information, he bit his lip ever so gently and then released it a second later. "Have you always known you had powers?" he asked her, the start of a frown appearing across his brow as he thought about how he'd found out about his powers, and what he might have inherited from his father. Dylan pushed his hair out of his face with the hand that wasn't propping him up. The shadow of the frown disappeared and he smiled to reassure her. It was a proper smile, the sort of smile that lit up his face.
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Post by misa on Dec 8, 2007 19:09:46 GMT
She could feel his gaze on the side of her cheek and ever so slightly twisted her head to allow her curtain of dark hair to fall over her shoulder. Was she flirting back?!
'Catch a grip on yourself girl, you know what'll happen if you do. You'll end up hurt as usual.' Her mind was screaming at her, but she refused to listen. What could this hurt?
As he replied she turned to face him and he gave her one of the most dashing smiles she had ever seen. Perhaps it was the moon, accenting the light amber of his eyes, the pearly whiteness of his teeth, the tiny dimple in his right cheek - Misa wasn't sure. But something made her know this boy couldn't be enemy. He just couldn't.
His next question caught her slightly off guard, but the reassuring smile he gave her made her heart give a strange sort of lurch and the answer came forth without any thought.
"No, I only found out when I was thirteen. I might have never found out, but circumstances..." She trailed away, not wanting to reveal anymore. It would be typical her to say too much and freak him out. "You?" She asked, turning away as her eyes dipped back to forest green they did when she thought of her past. It would be impossible for him not to notice, but still if she could help her abnormalities remain undetected just for now...
he just seemed too sweet, too normal to not be bothered by the unusual. Especially if he was new.
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Post by Dylan Woods. on Dec 9, 2007 15:14:08 GMT
Dylan was awed by her, she was so beautiful but she was sort of shy, in his experience girls who were beautiful were vain and horrible and expected the whole world to revolve around them. He couldn't help but smile because she would turn all his questions back to him, she cared enough to hear about him. Most beautiful girls just liked to talk about themselves. He was almost humbled by her interest. Almost. Dylan wasn't the humble kind of guy. He could almost feel himself falling for her and it scared him, scared him more that it should have scared him. He had been trying to block out her thoughts, not allow himself to listen but these thoughts were screamed and he allowed himself to listen to the last line, 'You'll end up hurt as usual' she was thinking. He couldn't help but feel slightly embarrassed, she thought he was going to hurt him. As well as embarrassed he felt overjoyed, she thought there was some sort of future for them.
Dylan listened to her response and smiled slightly, he wasn't alone in only recently finding out. Well, he was far more recent than her but it was still comforting to know not everyone grew up with it. He drew his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them. "I only found out a couple of weeks ago because my powers were getting slightly out of control." He explained. He almost regretted it but he didn't want to act like he didn't want her to know about him. On the contrary, he wanted them to know each other very, very well. He shook his head as if he could get rid of the thoughts of his alcoholic mother and run away father and his aunt telling him the truth by shaking his head. He smiled at her again, it was a small bashful smile. "So what powers do you have?" he asked her, he was always fascinated by this, he wanted to know about the other powers it was possible to possess.
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Post by misa on Dec 9, 2007 17:12:28 GMT
A few weeks. Wow. Her heart went out to him. She had found it difficult having her powers sprung upon her at thirteen but now...he hadn't had any time to ready himself for this place. After the enemy camp she'd been well prepared...
"I'm an earth elementalist. I have a core connection and it means my earth weilding ability is...pretty strong." She didn't want to sound like she was boasting but, he was new and some sort of explaination was necessary. "I can...my other powers are to do with the mind. I don't use them." She rushed the sentence, wishing it to end as soon as it had begun. She didn't want to talk about those powers. They weren't even powers, they were curses...tampering with somebody's mind was the worst thing she could think of doing. That would ward him off for sure. But secrets could be just as damaging.
"They aren't very...they can damage people. They are evil." She said softly, mirroring his movement perfectly and resting her chin atop her knees.
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Post by Dylan Woods. on Dec 9, 2007 17:37:39 GMT
Dylan saw the expression on her face when he told her how recently he had found out about his abilities. He instantly wanted to tune into her thoughts but he refused himself the right to do so, he'd already invaded her private thoughts more than once. He sat up slightly straighter as she spoke. Elementalist? Is that like my powers to do with fire? He wasn't exactly sure. Core connection? What? He looked at her for a few seconds he was about to ask her the question but he decided against interrupting her. Mind powers? He was suddenly excited. Maybe she had the same sort of mind powers as him. This scared him almost as much as it excited him because as soon as he thought she might be able to read minds he got a mental image of him kissing her. He forced this thought from his mind and tried to understand what she was saying. She doesn't use them. He thought to himself feeling slightly relieved but also slightly disappointed.
Then she said the word that made him freeze. Evil. He looked at her through disbelieveing eyes, she couldn't be evil. He noticed something in the softness of her voice, the tender vulnerability and he knew she couldn't be evil. He wanted to touch. This time he didn't resist that temptation, he inched closer to her and took her hand ever so gently. "They can damage people," he reasoned, "That doesn't mean they're going to damage people." he hoped this would make her feel better. He wanted to hold her close to him, to wrap his arms around her but he wasn't sure what to do yet. Instead he just contented himself by holding her hand, her small delicate hand. He wanted to make her feel better, to comfort her and more than anything else to kiss away any thoughts that she might be evil. Nothing about her suggested she was evil. He knew evil, his father was evil, she wasn't.
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Post by misa on Dec 9, 2007 17:57:52 GMT
She closed her eyes and heard him move slightly.
Misa readied herself for the excuse, the retreat, the ever pressing loneliness to return. But none of them came. Instead she felt him take her hand. His touch was warm and gentle, so reassuring. She opened her now dark violet eyes and saw the sencerity in his own.
'They can damage people," he was reasoning, 'That doesn't mean they're going to damage people.' The moment the words left his mouth Misa wanted to throw her arms round him. One of her worst fears and he had obliterated it with a few heart-felt words. Tears sprang to her eyes, but she refused to let them fall.
"Thank you," She whispered and she smiled at him. He smiled back and she couldn't stop it - a single tear fell down her cheek, sketching a tiny trail of moonlight in its wake.
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Post by Dylan Woods. on Dec 9, 2007 18:13:01 GMT
Dylan looked at her, smiling back at her when she smiled at him, how could he not? She looked so beautiful, so young, so delicate yet so forlorn he wanted to take her in his arms but he didn't. He could see her eyes brimming with tears, he didn't want her to cry. Well, he sort of did, so he could be a strong heroic man but that was his own selfish wishes. He had never seen a girl cry before, except for his mother and on the tv, he wasn't sure if he wished to see it. But he was sure that her pain in her hatred of her gift would just make him love her more. He didn't want perfection, he wanted brokeness he could try to restore. He could fee his heart swelling with affection for her as she sat their looking into her deep violet eyes - how could he have not noticed her eyes before now? - and wished with all his heart he could have an excuse to kiss her.
The next thing Dylan heard startled him almost as much as her saying that her powers were evil had. "Thank you." It was extremely rarely that Dylan heard these words being spoken, he scarcely said it himself and people hadn't said it to him very often. His eyes went slightly wide when she said this and then he saw it, a single tear leaking out of he corner of her eye and sliding slowly down her perfect face. Very gently, with the hand that was not clasping hers, he wiped the tear off her cheek and smiled at her. "You are more than welcome." he told her, widening his smile, "You deserve to hear the truth." Then, very very cautiously and very very slowly, he leant forward and brushed his lips against hers. He withdrew after a second, he couldn't bare to give her enough time to reject him. "I have a power to do with minds too." he said softly, as if he hadn't kissed her, "I can hear people's thoughts." he grimaced slightly. "And a power to do with fire I find difficult to control." he tilted his head and looked at her through adoring eyes. He wanted to kiss her again and he instantly regretted pretending it didn't happen.
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Post by misa on Dec 9, 2007 18:56:21 GMT
She felt his other hand grace her cheek, brushing away the tear, and her skin felt like it ought to be visibly sparkling beneath his touch instead of just the incredible tingling sensation that was left in the wake of his palm. She saw his eyes widened slightly, as though he were surprised that she had thanked him, as though it were a phrase he rarely heard.
'You are more than welcome." He told her, and Misa couldn't help returning his stunning smile with her own feeble imitation. 'You deserve to hear the truth.' Never in all her days had someone said that. The truth had always been a last resort when dealing with Misa as a child, and she hadn't be thick, she'd known that. Ken'ichi hadn't been much better. He may not have lied to her...he just hadn't said anything.
Then suddenly he was leaning toward her ever so slightly and before she registered what was even happening his lips brushed delicately against her own. She couldn't help but respond, his touch was like wild fire, it sent electric currents flowing down her spine. And then he was moving back and she froze – completely unsure of what to do or say now. Had she done something wrong? She had to stop herself raising a hand to her lips, just to check that had actually just happened. He was talking now and Misa forced herself to concentrate on his words.
'I have powers to do with the mind too. I can hear people's thoughts.' This surprised her. She hadn't heard of anybody else with mental powers so far. She had heard talk of a girl who could use hypnosis but to actually meet someone else who had to deal with the same morality issues as she. Also he was pretending as if he hadn't kissed her...maybe it had been a figment of her mind. Yet, it had felt so real and ever so lovely...
What was he saying now? He was a fire Elementalist, but he found it difficult. She felt she ought to say something comforting at that point, but words were failing her...and then she saw the look in his eyes. Such adulation...
Oh Gods, Misa thought briefly before leaning forward and returning the kiss she really hoped had actually happened. It was only a soft kiss, tentative, questioning, but definitely a kiss.
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Post by Dylan Woods. on Dec 9, 2007 19:15:21 GMT
Dylan looked at her as she took in his information about his powers, she seemed mildly surprised by his mind reading, hell, he'd been surprised by that. Hearing peoples thoughts was irratiting, it was a constant hum in the background, it was all about whether or not he tuned into a persons thoughts. He could hear the hum of the thoughts of every person near by, but hers were most prominant, he wasn't letting them be clear. He didn't want to know what she was thinking. Well he did, but he didn't let himself know. He was a disciplined boy and he knew exactly how to keep himself in check. Then their eyes contected, and such a powerful urge over came him he couldn't bare to let himself resist, but he held off for a split second. It was Misa who made the first move, she leant foward, and kissed him. Dylan was thrilled, maybe she was the mind reader after all. And as soon as it started it was over.
Their faces were still milimetres apart, Dylan exhailed extremely slowly and then he moved closer to her and kissed her, a more definate kiss, a less nervous kiss, a kiss that was gentle but passionate. He very delicately cupped her face in his hands, his fingers barely making contact with her skin, in a way that was sure to leave her skin tingling, he closed his eyes as he kissed her, he couldn't remember he'd closed his eyes during a kiss. Usually he wasn't affected in such a frivolous way by kisses but everything was different with him when it came to Misa and he'd barely known her for an hour. When they broke apart he looked her deep in the eyes and whispered, "I think I'm falling for you." he found it hard to express genuine feelings. With Molly it was different, she'd said everything and he'd agreed, but his love for Molly was nothing like his love for Misa.
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Post by misa on Dec 9, 2007 19:36:01 GMT
Misa was sure feeling this good ought not be legal but she didn't care. The mocking whispers of the others that had been pounding so heavily in a cruel mantra through her mind were long gone, dissipated by his touch. Any fear of doing or saying the wrong thing seemed to fall away with them and she felt a touch of courage, confidence, something as he moved to kiss her again. Her own hands found their way without her guidance onto the back of his neck and into his windswept hair, as his own held her face so caringly.
How was this possible? To have known someone less than an hour but to feel like...like you would trust them with your soul, like you would go to the ends of the earth should they suggest it. Misa didn’t build bridges like this. It was all too easy for them to be burnt to ashes and swept away by the current. Yet here and now she cared as little for that idea as her time in the enemy camp.
Finally they broke apart and he whispered to her, 'I think I'm falling for you.' And all Misa could do was nod – she had fallen what it seemed was many years ago. She looked out at the lake for a moment and seeing it basking there in the moonlight, she felt as though she had nothing to be hiding from anymore. "Walk?" She asked after a few minutes of comfortable silence.
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