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Post by Dylan Woods. on Dec 9, 2007 19:54:30 GMT
Dylan loved the feeling of her skin on his, everywhere she touch tingled with delight. He'd never loved someone the way he loved her. He was surprised at himself, he didn't usually fall in love with someone this fast, usually it would slowly build up to it and his feelings would grow into love. Don't get me wrong, it's not that Dylan was shocked and appauled at his own feelings, on the contrary, he welcomed love and passion with open arms because he'd always felt that they mattered. Along with feeling worth something and he was pretty sure she felt she was priceless right then. He hoped with all his heart that his words that had comforted her had made her realised that she was so valuable. He knew how it felt to be worthless, he knew the horrible self loathing you feel when someon tells you that you are a piece of crap and he also knew the uplifting feeling you get when someone contradicts that.
Dylan was glad he'd told Misa how he felt, there was some sort of mutual understanding between them. He didn't need to listen to her thoughts to know she felt the same way. But he did anyway, just to be sure. They sat together in silence, gazing out at the beautiful water that was sparkling in the moonlight. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence, all that needed to be said had been said. They were content now. After a few minutes he began to feel a stiffness in his knees, We should go for a walk. he thought to himself and just before he got the chance to tell her, she suggested they should take a walk. He grinned. "I was just thinking we should." he replied, getting to his feet gracefully and offering his hand to her. He wanted to pull her up and walk with her hand in hand. Maybe around the lake, maybe through the forest, he didn't know yet. He just knew he wanted to be close to her.
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Post by misa on Dec 9, 2007 20:57:44 GMT
Misa accepted his thoughtful help without the slightest consideration and lightly sprang to her feet. She didn't let go of his hand. The physical contact seemed to envelope her in warmth and Dylan didn't seem to be in an hurry to relinquish his hold either.
The walked in silence for a time, neither thinking about their paths – their feet leading the way effortlessly. Gradually they found themselves wondering into the Garden area of the grounds. Straight lines and strict borders limiting the beautiful flowers from their normally free growth. Misa felt sadness for them as she felt the earth pushing against the neat stone borders, clamouring to be set loose. Her eyes turned a light shade of blue as she thought of how a few hours ago she had been so like that earth. Contained, imprisoned within her own mind and problems. And now look at her. She was freer than she had ever been before and it was all thanks to Dylan. She had never felt so limitless. As though with him by her side she could conquer ever fear or doubt she had ever occurred. She hoped he felt something similar. The stunning smile on his face told her he did.
"How are you fitting in so far?" Misa asked contentedly, looking up at Dylan, only to find he was already looking at her.
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Post by Dylan Woods. on Dec 10, 2007 20:18:44 GMT
Dylan felt so natural holding her hand, they fitted perfectly. He felt as if he had been born to hold her hand, made to be with her. Maybe this is what true love is. He couldn't keep the smile off his face, his heart was beating in overtime and he hoped that she didn't notice. That would just make him feel weird. It was all the cliché things he was feeling; the racing heart, the butterflies in the stomach and the feeling that he'd know known her forever even though it had only been an hour at the most. He couldn't bare the thought of letting go of her hand, of being away from her for long. He glanced in her direction and just then she spoke, 'How are you fitting in so far?' she was asking him. That was an interesting question, he pondered it as they walked, he was unsure of what the answer was. He spent a few more minutes thinking before answering her.
His smile dwindled to a smirk as Dylan thought, and then he turned his head so he could see her better, "Well...I'm not quite sure." he started in a low cautioius voice, "I can't help but feel like an outsider, I feel like everyone grew up with some sort of magic around them apart from me." He told her truthfully, "I feel... intimidated." he clarified, as he finally got to the bottom of his thoughts. He smiled at her, a small smile, but a beautiful smile. He was glad he'd cleared up his feelings on this issue, it made everything seem less daunting. Dylan hated working out his feelings, he found it so frustrating because he usually couldn't find a way to put them to words and he hated that. It made him sick to his stomach. "What about you?" he asked her, raising his left eyebrow at her and smirking at her.
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Post by misa on Dec 11, 2007 16:15:01 GMT
His reply didn't really surprise Misa. Somewhere within her heart she had known what he was going to say maybe even before he had. Perhaps that was because his answer was nearly identical to the one she would have given had the question been put to her, or maybe it was because they had both wondered to exactly the same spot in search of peace and quiet. The fact that he did feel the same as she seemed to fill Misa's soul with a sort of physical happiness. Then he did put the question to her and she could only smile and mumble something completely inadequate like, "Snap," because he looked at her and his eyes caught the light again and sparkled, making her stomach somersaulted. What was this feeling? How could someone make her feel this...important? She been important before, an entire population had relied on her for several years. Yet, never had she felt she held this much...worth in someone's eyes.
She could feel it, swelling like a colourful balloon within her, transforming the colour of her eyes to that excited electric blue they had been the night she vowed to change – brighter, even. And she didn't care. She wanted him to see, to understand the wonderfully intoxicating sensation his presence had on her.
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Post by Dylan Woods. on Dec 12, 2007 18:30:34 GMT
Dylan was so glad to have physical contact with her, he would walk to the end of the world with her, even if all he was allowed to do was look at her, he would gladly do it. It was like that song he had heard years before, I'd walk a thousand miles if I could just see you... it played in his head as he looked at her. He loved her beautiful smile as she looked up shyly at him. It suddenly made him unreasonably angry that he was six foot three inches, that he wasn't looking directly into her eyes, that she had to look up at him. It made him suddenly feel that everything was so unfair for her. He bit his lip slightly and then she spoke and he forgot everything. The sound of her voice made his breath catch in his throat, he wanted with all of his being to wrap his arms around her and hold her, to make her feel safe. For some reason he felt the obligation to keep her safe, and happy, and fearless.
On one hand, Dylan was glad that Misa felt like him because that meant he was not alone and on the other, he hated that Misa felt like an outsider because he knew how awful it felt. "Well, we'll feel like outsiders together then." He informed her with a small smile, then he looked slightly sheepish, "That is, if you can bare to be in my company?" It was just after he said this that he noticed her eyes changing colour, his face suddenly split into a wide grin. His eyes did that too, only their spectrum of colours was limited - light brown to dark brown. Light brown was angry/sad and dark brown was happy/content. His eyes were currently dark brown. His heart began to become swollen with pleasure as he looked down at their clasped hands. He looked up again at her face and smiled the sheepish smile he had donned when he asked the question that was lingering between them.
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Post by misa on Dec 13, 2007 17:16:17 GMT
'Well, we'll feel like outsiders together then.' He spoke so casually as though it were nothing he was suggesting. In fact it was one of the most beautiful things anyone had ever told her. Then suddenly he seemed slightly worried about what he'd said, 'That is, if you can bear to be in my company?' Misa eyes flashed brilliant green in that moment. He was as fearful of rejection as she. But, he had so much to be confident about; he was intelligent, witty, and handsome, oh, so handsome. Yet, here he stood, his silhouette striking against the moonlight so unsure - holding her hand. "I can't think of anything I'd like more." She said softly taking his other hand as she spoke, "Dylan, I would love to be lonely with you."
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Post by Dylan Woods. on Dec 20, 2007 17:41:39 GMT
They had stopped walking by now. Dylan's heart was thundering in his chest, they were standing facing each other, holding hands. He gazed into her beautiful eyes and wondered how he had stumbled across such luck. He smiled as she spoke and took a step closer to her, he kissed her softly on the lips, it lasted less than a second. He moved his head back, still looking at her, still holding her hands, the kiss still lingering on his lips. "I guess I should make sure we're on the save wavelength." he thought aloud. His gaze shifted from her eyes for a split second, "Do you want to become a couple? Or do you want it to be like..." he smiled awkwardly, "outsiders with benefits. I don't mind either way, as long as I get to be with you." he stopped the stream of words which was quickly and irritatingly coming from his mouth. He wanted to slap himself. He was suddenly nervous. Why would she want to go out with you? a taunting voice - that sounded an awful lot like his mothers - drawled. He resisted the urge to shake the voice from his head and bit his lip, a small smile playing on his lips.
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Post by misa on Dec 20, 2007 17:59:53 GMT
Her heart sank as she heard him say the words. Now was the moment. Do it now, her mind was shrieking, tell him no, NOW! But she couldn't. He just seemed so...sincere, so trustworthy. She knew this would only end with pain, her pain, just as it had before. Now was the time she should protect herself, shy away before and in the long run save herself. Do it!, her mind cried... Dylan bit his bottom lip nervously and that cured any idea of protection. The gates fell...She raised one hand and gently stroked his cheek. "Yes. I would like to be a couple. That is if you want me..." She said slowly realising this was not just a big decision for her, and a tiny niggling doubt sprouted in her mind and began to grow.
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Post by Dylan Woods. on Dec 20, 2007 18:09:55 GMT
Dylan did the thing he knew he shouldn't have, he listened to her thoughts whilst she was deciding. She thought he was going to hurt her. His chest tightend with fear. His mother's voice laughed, Stupid boy, this girl is too smart to love you. She knows all you do is cause pain. Dylan resisted the temptation to thump himself in the head, along with the temptation to burst into tears. Her thoughts changed as he bit his lip, he felt slightly embarrassed, he hadn't done that to change her mind. She reached out and touched his face. Her hand felt so deliciously warm against his cheek. Dylan's mother's voice quickly faded away, she was accepting him. Taking him into her life and making him feel like he might be worth something. Despite his constant facade of confidence Dylan was indescribably insecure. Her words lifted his spirit, he broke into a beautiful grin, "More than anything in the world." he replied softly, cupping her face in his hands and kissing her, softly at first and then more passionately, his heart raced. When the kiss stopped he enveloped her in his arms, holding her close to him because he was afraid to let go.
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Post by misa on Dec 20, 2007 18:18:16 GMT
Standing there, wrapped in his warm and safe embrace Misa knew she had made the right decision. The sapling of doubt was hacked away like a stupid little weed and she couldn't have been happier. She held onto him, feeling his heart beating gently against her head which was resting in a position that felt like it had been reserved for it on his chest. They stood there for what could have been a lifetime and Misa felt it would have been well spent if it had've been. The space in which she'd felt as though she were floating felt less empty, less far out...less lonely; already.
And the moon shown down upon them, glowing brighter than ever it felt, with beaming approval of a new relationship.
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Post by misa on Dec 22, 2007 10:16:22 GMT
ooc://Finished =]
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