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« Thread Started on May 25, 2009, 9:30pm » | ![[Quote]](http://s4.images.proboards.com/buttons/quote.gif) |
Four hours had past since he'd finished his talk with Row. So far, so good.
He left, went to the field and just ran for hours. Listening to his steady breathing and the sound of the wind rushing past, blocking out the sounds of the ever darkening world around him, he ran. He had one goal. One goal for this run. He needed all his stress, all his pent up energy, and his discomfort and unease to flow through him and away into the earth beneath him.
Adrenaline always had helped to calm him down. Forced him to focus, find himself again, and most importantly think.
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
There was something about pushing his body past it's comfort level, past his mind's imagined limitations, that always raised his spirits. Always forced him back into control of his life.
And that was exactly what he needed.
After his run he headed straight to the Owlery and sat with parchment and a pen (he never had mastered using a quill... a fact which Tiger never failed to mention joshingly) for what seemed like forever.
He sat looking at the slightly off white paper, disappointingly blank, by the light of the school's too dim lanterns; every so often putting pen to paper only to have it sit there forming an ever largening blot on the paper. Very attractive.
He finally settled on ". Meet me in the garden tomorrow?" It wasn't poetry or even a letter really but this wasn't the kind of information you give to someone via owl.
It was pitch black by now as he walked back home. It started to drizzle a bit, not surprisingly as it had for at least the past few weeks. He felt so different. So much calmer. So much more at peace with himself.
Getting home he avoided people. An owl was waiting for him when he arrived back in his room. Underneath his own writing was "Just tell me when. P.S. What's with the random dot?" he cracked a small smile before replying, "8-ish work for you? I'd like to have all day". After he sent the creature back he hopped into the shower, read her ".Works for me." note, smiled, and went straight to bed.
He did not sleep well. He felt terrible. And spent most of the night thinking and watching the moon out of his window. He couldn't get the words he had said to Rowland out of his head...
"I don't regret this." That wasn't comletely true.
Yes. He was glad he'd realized what he was doing. But at the same time, no he didn't want to have had to mess up this big to realize it. The whole situation sucked. But at least he'd woken up. At least he'd realized what he had been doing, what he had been wasting...his life.
More awake and energized than he had been all day he strode to his desk, flicked his witch light on, and opened the bottom drawer.
It was full of junk - as was any drawer he opened, really.
Amidst his hourd of Kinder eggs, chocolate Kisses, potato chip bags (ketchup of course), a lonely naughty magazine he had purchased and kept just to prove he had one, a half eaten bag of Goodies (he'd forgotten about those...definately an appropriate midnight snack), a bag of unopened sour cream and bacon chips that ER had sent him on a whim, spare parchment (all crumpled and essentially useless unless the situation got dire) a couple packs of almost completely melted bubble gum, a few featherless and hardly used quills, their occompanying feathers which were securly glued to the bottom corner of the drawer by his spilt ink, the empty ink jar, and of course a vast assorment of pens (only half of which worked) he found what he was looking for.
He removed the neatly folded, chip crumb covered paper and opened it.
The words "Field of Study Alteration Request Form" stared back at him. He popped a few Goodies into his mouth, scribbled the useless parchment in the drawer (while it was still in the drawer) to make sure the pen he'd pick would actually work, and set to filling out the form.
Current Field of Study: Auror Program
Intended Field of Study: Healing.
He hardly slept that night. Staying up late completing his request form and charming it to deliver itself once he'd finished (and, of course, magically relieved it of it's chip-dust-covered exterior).
The next morning flashed by.
Quick run, quick shower, quick breakfast.
Before he knew it he was watching as Tiger walked towards him in the gardens, smiling.
"Hey." He said calmly. "I'm glad you're here."
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« Reply #1 on Jul 16, 2009, 8:18pm » | |
Tiger pushed a long, stray lock of her ebony hair out of her face before setting this morning's copy of The Oracle down on the table. She leaned back into her chair, shaking her head.
"Ruddy cheery bit o' news, innit?"
Dakota eyed her darkly from over the top of her cup of coffee. Taking a sip, she gave a half-hearted tilt of her head towards the newspaper.
"What do you make of it?"
Tiger was silent for a long moment, and then she shook her head again.
"It's always my country," she muttered.
"Technically speaking, Hazel Rabinovich is from Russia."
"To hell with your technicalities," Tiger replied, waving her hand. "She did fine in Carcer--American jurisdiction, by the by--for five long years. A decade passes with England baby-sitting and she's on the loose again, murdering and generally being psychotic. My country is a Dark Wizard magnet."
"It's not as though America isn't without its problems, Tiffany. The Blood/Lycan War--"
"Mmm, but no evil overlord messing about, no serious political ramifications. That war is pretty contained. With Britain, all of our troubles seem to just spill out and make us and our government look like absolute tossers in front of the world. Why is it always my country?"
Dakota snorted.
"So my country can have someone to yell at."
Tiger reached for her pack of cigarettes.
"At this rate, the UK and the Yanks will never be on good terms."
"I don't know about that." Dakota's voice was light, whimsical. Tiger met her gaze. "The muggles from our two respective motherlands get along swimmingly. If they can manage it, how difficult can it truly be?"
"Yeah, well that's muggles." Tiger fumbled with the lighter for a moment. Fed up, she cast it aside and lit her cigarette with a silent Incendio and took a deep breath. "It don't look good. Way I hear it, Corvinus was the one who took care of the hatter before she was shipped off to St. Mungo's. She apparently stormed the gate and took the mickey outta the Chief of Medicine and Minister Shacklebolt. Scary woman, she is. It was all over the Daily Prophet. Apparently, the whole country's in an uproar. Nobody has the faintest idea of where Rabinovich is."
Dakota set her coffee cup down on the table and leaned back in her chair, folding her thin arms across her chest. Tiger appraised her appearance, still a bit shell-shocked at just how different the girl looked.
Six months it had been since she'd kicked that herowig habit. Like any recreational drug, Tiger had sampled it, but hadn't found it to be something worth getting herself in a knot about. However, Dakota had taken it liberally, and by the end of February, the poor girl looked as though she belonged in a half-way house somewhere.
However, her gaunt appearance had changed. There was meat on her bones again, albeit not much--Dakota had always been a slight thin--and there was a healthy glow back in those cheeks. Her hair wasn't stringy anymore, but full and thick. Her nose was still a bit crooked from where Tiger had patched it up with all the finesse of a stampede of giraffes, but Tiger thought it gave her face character. Her golden eyes were bright and no longer rimmed with red or adorned by those horrible bags.
Dakota was dressed quite posh today, all things considered, in a form-fitting blue jumper-dress that went down to almost her knees and a pair of fashionable dragon-hide boots that Tiger was already planning on filching from her at the next available opportunity.
Tiger hadn't planned on meeting Dakota for a sunrise breakfast, but after Eric's request to meet in the gardens at practically dawn, Tiger had rolled out of bed two hours before and tarted herself up right nicely. She was not really a morning person by any stretch of the word, but she and Eric had seen very little of one another when exam time had come. She missed that little Canadian bugger, so she would service his whims today.
Tiger had grabbed a copy of the campus newspaper on the way to A La Carté and was nursing her first cup of Earl Grey when Dakota had come sauntering in, getting her usual black coffee. They were just finishing up a light breakfast and Dakota had brought around the headlining topic in the newspaper.
"Another five people dead, all within three months because of this bint." Tiger exhaled a plume of smoke and eyed Dakota through it. "Any observations, Mister Spock?"
An eyebrow arched, and Tiger laughed.
"Wherever did that reference come from?"
"I used to date a muggle boy who liked the show. With all that logic and blue, it just seemed fitting."
Dakota let it slide.
"I can't form any kind of hypothesis about a woman who's obviously insane. Insanity isn't exactly conducive to logical conclusions."
"Bugger." Tiger smoked a little more and then motioned towards Potiuntur in front of her. "How're things on the home front, then?"
Dakota sighed. She leaned forward and propped her elbows upon the table, fingers knotting together and resting just beneath her chin.
"As well as can be expected. Row and I are doing very well. Kira and I...speak."
"And Dodger?" Dakota gave her a look that could've frozen the sea. Tiger's eyebrows climbed into her hairline. "Well, what were you expecting, Koda?"
"I wasn't expecting anything," Dakota murmured, eyes focused on the tablecloth. "However, I had hopes."
"Yes, well...as much as it hurts to have them dashed, you had to have seen this coming," Tiger replied bluntly, leaning forward.
"Is civility too much to ask? I'm not asking him to fall into my arms and forgive me, but he's so cold, Tiffany. Especially to Row. Whenever we spend time together, it's practically palpable."
"Nice alliteration."
"It's as if we're just going through the motions for the sake of it," Dakota said irritably, rubbing her temple. "I would very much like our friendship restored, but there's a wall there now, and I'm not sure if it'll ever come down at the rate we're going."
"Consider Dodger's position--and Kira's for that matter." Tiger shrugged. "They both feel betrayed."
"So did Rowland, and he moved past it."
"Yeah, but they're not Row, Koda." Tiger held up a hand as Dakota opened her mouth. "Hear me out. Your boyfriend loves you and probably always will. You two had a bond before all that stuff happened with Caden, a bond that was strong enough to endure all that nonsense. You can't expect them to snap back into it in only a few months, after all--"
"I'm not asking for forgiveness," Dakota interrupted firmly, "I would just like the healing process to begin, and their attitudes are, at best, distant and polite, and at worst outright cold."
"Koda," Tiger said, but the Potiuntur was having none of it.
"I understand that they're still angry with me, and that I can live with, but when it begins to affect Row's association with them--"
"Dakota."
"--it just doesn't seem right, Tiffany. Is Row's forgiveness of me really such a slight against them, or are they holding a grudge simply because--"
"Dakota!" Tiger heaved a sigh of relief when Dakota stopped talking, lips still parted on an unspoken word. "Thank you. Now...shut up."
Dakota looked affronted.
"Tiffany--"
"Shut up." Tiger's voice was firm. "Will you behave, or shall I tie a knot in your bleeding tongue? Now..." Tiger cleared her throat. "Dakota, you may be spectacular in logic, but you've barely got an 'Acceptable' in social relationships. When I said 'consider Dodger's position', I meant it. You actually sat there and told the bloke that, essentially, his entire childhood was a web of lies that you yourself weaved because of something as simple as jealous rivalry. Dodger's also quite the man's man. He's got an ego like I've never seen, and you unintentionally bruised that ego by having Row take your side in the whole mess."
"I didn't force Row to forgive me! Certainly, there was pleading and begging and apology stacked upon apology, but I could never force Row's hand!"
Tiger stared at her.
"Tie a knot in her tongue and she still has ten feet left over to play verbal jump-rope with you." Tiger reached out and took Dakota's hand. "Listen to me, love. Dodger's blowing off steam is all. He's probably more angry at Rowland than you right now, and he'll get over it in his own time. Row and Dodger may never be best mates again, but they'll heal after a bit. And you and Dodger never had that much of a relationship before this, so I'm not sure what you're expecting there...just give that time as well. And as for Kira..." Tiger shook her head.
"What?" Dakota leaned forward. "What, Tiffany? Say it."
"Dakota, you shagged the guy that almost raped her, for Christ's sake." To Dakota's credit, she didn't even flinch. "You can't imagine how much that hurt her unless somebody does it to you. You really fucked up, Koda, as much as I love you, and you're just going to have to be patient and hope that they come around. I think they will, though."
"It may take an act of God," Dakota said softly, leaning back.
Tiger smirked.
"Ask and ye shall receive. Be careful what you wish for, love. Bad things don't only happen to my country; you four seem to be good at attracting all kinds of disaster."
Dakota snorted and finished her coffee.
"What has you up so early anyway?"
Tiger let out a squeal and consulted the clock on the wall of the little café.
It was five minutes 'till eight, and it was quite the stroll to Insitor's.
"I've got to go," Tiger said, hoisted herself out of her chair and tossing down a coin or two for her part of the breakfast. "I'm meeting Eric. In the gardens. Can't imagine what's got him tweaked." She grinned suddenly. "Perhaps sex."
"Is that the only thing on your mind, Tiffany?"
"Only part of the time." Tiger looked at Dakota a moment and then held up a hand, parting her fingers in the middle to create a perfect 'V' shape. "Live long and prosper."
And there was eyebrow lift-off.
"You really are an imbecile, Tiffany."
Tiger only chuckled and, leaning down, gave Dakota's cheek a friendly peck. "Laters, love."
Luckily, since she tended to slack off a bit in her lessons, Tiger was quite accustomed to rushing across campus at high speeds. When she reached the entrance to Insitor's Garden, she realized she was only a moment or so late.
Following the winding, cobblestone path leading into the menagerie of flora, Tiger immediately caught sight of Eric, looking fresh and handsome in the morning's brilliant sunshine.
"Hey. I'm glad you're here."
"Good morning, handsome," Tiger said with a grin. She was not big on PDA, so it said something when she leaned forward and pressed a chaste kiss to her Canadian's lips. "Shall we, then?"
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Eric Pearson
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| | Re: The Truth Comes Out
« Reply #2 on Jul 17, 2009, 5:11pm » | |
"Good morning, handsome." As he felt Tigers lips brush softly against his own a shudder ran down his spine and out through the tips of his fingers and toes. This was exactly why he had been avoiding her. Telling her was going to be hard enough. Did she have to start the meeting like nothing was wrong? Weren’t women supposed to have a 6th sense about this kind of thing? Well, no matter what it made him feel even worse. At least if she was mad at him or treating him he wouldn’t feel so much guilt, or so much temptation to just continue lying by omission. A he looked at her gently sparkling eyes and pushed the hair back out of her face he knew no matter what he did he couldn’t bear to lie to her anymore.
It’d been a week since he’d returned from his tip home and every time he’d seen her he’d stuck around just long enough to convince her everything was alright before he bolted. His excuses were getting weaker and weaker though, he’d actually said he needed to hit the gym after a rushed lunch a few days ago because he couldn’t think of anything else to say that would be even remotely reasonable, and even then he’d gotten a disbelieving eyebrow raise from Tiger. She wasn’t stupid after all. Optimus had been pushing him to hit the gym more often for the past how many years now, and all the sudden he was taking his advice and hitting the gym outside his normal schedule? Ya… right…
It was for the best really, he couldn’t keep this up. He missed his Tiger. His Tiff.
I just never wanted to be one more person who’ll hurt you, no matter how sorry I am now that it’s done.
He wanted to tell her everything right now. All at once. Just spill himself open and let this whole stupid, ridiculous situation flow out be told already. How do you tell someone you love you, you think you love, no you’re damn near sure you love – if they love you back of course…it was all too possible she didn’t love him back – but how do you tell them that you love them but you betrayed there trust, that your actions didn’t reflect that love in any way, shape, or form, but that you do love them… you really do!
I don’t even know where to start. Am I supposed to tell the story first? If I do that though she might think I’m making excuses… But if I apologize first she won’t know what’s going on and she could assume it’s something worse… God, what could be worse? I didn’t just kiss somebody else I slept with somebody else. There really is nothing worse…
Apology it is.
”Shall we then?” She was smiling as his gaze returned to meet hers. It had been so long since he’d seen her. They’d talked during exams every once in a while, he certainly didn’t care about exams but she’d always seemed to have been busy, and right afterwards he’d left for Canada and they’d talked by flew and owl a bit. Eric was terrible about long distance stuff, always worried he’d come off as needy if they talked too much or a jerk if they didn’t talk enough… And then he’d done it. Once he’d returned all he could do was try to stay busy and see if he could get over it without telling her.
Obviously that plan was working wonderfully. That’s what he had to cling to though. The fact that it wasn’t working. He shied away from her, clinging to that fact. He wanted her so badly. But not like this. Not with this lie separating them.
He made his way over to fountain in the opposite direction, sat down, and waited for Tiger to join him.
“I need you to do something for me.” He looked into her eyes seriously, she looked completely confused. “I need you to…” he tailed off and teared up a bit, she raised an eyebrow, opening her mouth to speak but he cut her off, “I need you to just listen to me. Can you do that?”
He didn’t even hear her answer, he couldn’t look into those eyes anymore, she was so beautiful and so fragile. She put on this hard, always-ok exterior, tried to protect herself from feeling anything, but it didn’t work like that. No one is that good, that in control, not forever at least.
When she was quiet again he sat there, wanting to start talking but not able to, not just yet. He couldn’t gather his thoughts right. He couldn’t just babble, with Row he could just fall apart, but he wanted to do this better with her. He needed to do this right for her.
“Thanks for coming. I want you to know that I’m sorry.” He paused, watching her. That was it, he couldn’t watch her. He couldn’t watch her eyes as she realized why she was here. He couldn’t see the pain he had caused; he was too much of a wimp for that.
“I need you to know that I regret this with every bone in my body. And I would give anything to take it back.” He was staring at the flowers, feeling the breeze that made the tulips tremble play with his shaggy hair. A bee was flitting around, so he watched it as he spoke.
“I… I… I made a mistake. A stupid mistake and I’m mad at myself. I don’t want to be just another person who put you threw the ringer.” He looked at her for a minute and then looked down, staring at his feet. Why couldn’t he just spit it out?
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