Post by Thomas Lucre on Apr 12, 2008 0:35:32 GMT -5
A strange feeling crept through the boy's figure as he waited. He thought that within seconds, or at least in the span of time it would take for Teagan to also regain her wind, she would promptly slap his hands aside, point her wand to leave little more of Lucre's laying spot than a smoldering crater, and emotionlessly head back into Ravenwood or back to her dorm. But lo and behold, the girl lied atop him, relatively still, not cringing from his fingers resting on her now bare shoulders. The look on her face seemed rather spooked and dismayed at how poor a job Lucre's rumpled-up robe was doing at preventing contact between their two bodies. She too was wearing jeans. And from the grooves he felt in them, they seemed quite thoroughly patched up. Those jeans were seasoned. And form fitting. Holy gawd of zen, he wished he had eyes somewhere on his body other than his head. Yet another first from this girl; making Lucre wish for some of the oddest things imaginable.
And that was not all, oh no. Because their muggle clothes were so thoroughly drenched, the water served as a cohesive between the two bodies, and it only seemed to add that much more volume to the girl's already perfect figure. It was probably a good thing he did not see how transparent the tank top was beneath the girl's robe, lest he wished for both a figurative and literal one-way trip to heaven. And after all he'd been through that night, he thought it would be kinda nice if maybe, -just maybe-, he'd live to muse about it for the next week or month or forever, whatever. He wanted so badly to drape his arms around her, kiss her again and again as they rolled around in the grass till one or both caught a cold, and just never leave the embrace of her young but womanly body again. F-to-the-uck, he wanted that girl so bad!
But what of Teagan? The sly boy could tell that he was starting to wear away at her barriers in ways he never expected himself to, at least not in the course of this evening. Maybe this was a special night of vulernability to her? Believe it or not, his true intent was not merely the robbing of this girl's innocence; he never took from a girl what she was not willing to give him. Well, maybe a kiss or two, but for crying out loud, he knew something was troubling her. And he liked her. There. No more mincing words. He liked Teagan. And if something was hurting her or bringing her anxiety or pain or anything unpleasant, he wanted to do something to take it away. He wanted to take this pain from her, mayhaps share it. But for whatever reason she had she seemed adamant about carrying that baggage to her grave. And for whom, for what?? Whether it be with his fingers and lips or just a pair of ears to listen to or a shoulder to cry on, by Bob he knew Teagan needed one or all of those things. She was so long overdue for it in fact that she was doing everything she could to avoid it, even though partaking of any or all those would make her problems just stop mattering anymore.
.......
Wait, what?
That part about her avoiding that kind of therapy he clearly was eager to give freely.....did that just make as much sense in his head as it sounded? Was that why she had the face of a frightened kitten despite blushing like a schoolgirl in love? Was that then, the reason why she gently removed herself from the blissfully prolonged embrace and stood there, shaking with what was a strong possibility to be rage? That was the only thing he could think of that made an ounce of sense. She certainly had no boyfriends around campus (And somehow he doubted there was a guy in this world other than Lucre whom was either patient or crazy enough to date such a cold fish over a distance) on the occasion he did see her in passing, so it certainly was not a matter of the blonde demon boy making her forget her devotion to any given man. And oddly enough, that was probably the one measure he could see Teagan -not- taking to simply deter him from pursuing her. She simply would not be able to put up a convincing enough show, even if she felt desperate enough to try it.
Yet another thing Thomas really should not be grinning inwardly about as he waited to see what would transpire next. She crossed her fingers over her chest, to which it became a bit of a chore at this point to -not- stare at so rudely. From the look on her face it wasn't too difficult to imagine how fiercely she felt like hurting him, but he was yet again a bit stumped on what he did exactly to drive her to this point. Teagan clearly coveted her solitude, yet Lucre kept intruding on it. And the hell of it was, he was starting to think she liked him for that persistance. In an offbeat, roundabout sort of way. In a span of time Lucre sat there in the slushy grass, wondering just how overkill her next vex was going to be upon him, when she turned and spoke in a venomous tone to just let her fall the next time around. He knew perfectly well that if by some odd coincidence the lightning didn't flat out kill her, the fall to the ground would have snapped her fair form in two. And far be it for him to see such a marvel of the female gender ruined in such a way. And if that made him a jerk, then so freaking be it. He tired of trying to cater to rules and guidelines that the girl couldn't even dignify him with on a straight-forward basis. She was so backwards in the way she acted that he was beginning to tire of playing this game, at least by her rules.
Lucre resolved to keep pressing this issue tonight. One might consider his ambition to be merging into greed, but Lucre had an itching feeling about this that urgently needed to be scratched. If he tried to approach her again after tonight, he knew he'd have nowhere near as much luck as he did that evening. She'd make herself wholly unreadable once more, and that was something he did not want. Plus, Tom just did not content himself with this night ending with Teagan trying to ignore him -yet again-. Lucre watched as she headed back to the tower. Obviously she wasn't going to just -sleep- there like she would her dorm, so that gave at least one small promising signal that it might still be okay for him to crawl through this rabbit hole. She still wanted to be up and about, so if she was going to keep breaking curfew like this, then Tom saw no reason he couldn't keep doing the same.
Lucre let Teagan saunder off to the tower; if she was the type to fume, she was likely gonna stay there a while. Thus, he decided to set to work on a side task. He found his broom and pieces of hers. After using the reparo charm to stitch hers meticulously back together, he performed the reducio charm on them both and pocketed them. Slinging his now heavily drenched school robe over his shoulder, he went beneath a walkway which connected the tower to the castle. It was thankfully covered from the weather, at least from above, so he quickly set forth to drying off his wrinkled robe with his wand. No sooner did he finish than did he perk his ears to the sound of a girl crying. He had a fair hunch, once more, of whom it was. Turning the corner, he looked upon the poor redhead as she held her head in her knees and added more salt to this rain. He hated to see her broken so much in spirit, but at least it was a sign that she still felt things. Even if it was pain she no longer wanted anything to do with.
Tom obediently stayed his peaceful and discreet distance, at least for a little bit. He was unsure of how to approach her at first, until the idea of a peace offering came to mind. At this rate, one or both of them would catch a cold from such rancid weather. So, he decided to call forth a sort of preventative measure in the form of his reduced tea set which he called forth from his dorm room.Within moments the cute set came to the palm of his hand, and he turned it back to its 1 1/2 foot diameter size. He then filled the pot with water from the sky and purified it of any uncleanliness from the rain. He then came forth, placing his tray and robe down where it was still dry; it seemed the redhead still wanted to cool off where it was good and wet. Approaching her still, he was sure she'd still meet him with resistance, but he was starting to care less and less as the minutes went by.
Resting on knee, his stealthy approach halted as he kneeled before her, resting his forehead against hers. It was a little burnt up. He drew away, shaking his head in a tsk-ing manner with a sad smile.
"My dear, even wizards have no cure for the common cold. Come with me to the walkway, try a change of robes and a cup of tea." he rose to his feet and turned around; it had only just occurred to him that his 'under garments' were still clinging quite generously to his form. Granted, there was probably no angle he could stand at that wouldn't be at least moderately inticing, so he decided to add more dialogue to drown out the sound of rain and tears.
"Y'know, its pretty clear at this point that you're not on patrol tonight. If you were, you would have called backup on me the moment I abducted you. You're breaking curfew just like me, so for pete's sake, let's just break it together." He turned to her again partially, holding his hand out for the girl to take. She was shaken up pretty bad from this evening, and whether she most likely was going to snub him for his kindness or not, he still wanted to and be good to her.
What was the worst that could happen? Maybe seeing Teagan actually relax around Lucre?
And that was not all, oh no. Because their muggle clothes were so thoroughly drenched, the water served as a cohesive between the two bodies, and it only seemed to add that much more volume to the girl's already perfect figure. It was probably a good thing he did not see how transparent the tank top was beneath the girl's robe, lest he wished for both a figurative and literal one-way trip to heaven. And after all he'd been through that night, he thought it would be kinda nice if maybe, -just maybe-, he'd live to muse about it for the next week or month or forever, whatever. He wanted so badly to drape his arms around her, kiss her again and again as they rolled around in the grass till one or both caught a cold, and just never leave the embrace of her young but womanly body again. F-to-the-uck, he wanted that girl so bad!
But what of Teagan? The sly boy could tell that he was starting to wear away at her barriers in ways he never expected himself to, at least not in the course of this evening. Maybe this was a special night of vulernability to her? Believe it or not, his true intent was not merely the robbing of this girl's innocence; he never took from a girl what she was not willing to give him. Well, maybe a kiss or two, but for crying out loud, he knew something was troubling her. And he liked her. There. No more mincing words. He liked Teagan. And if something was hurting her or bringing her anxiety or pain or anything unpleasant, he wanted to do something to take it away. He wanted to take this pain from her, mayhaps share it. But for whatever reason she had she seemed adamant about carrying that baggage to her grave. And for whom, for what?? Whether it be with his fingers and lips or just a pair of ears to listen to or a shoulder to cry on, by Bob he knew Teagan needed one or all of those things. She was so long overdue for it in fact that she was doing everything she could to avoid it, even though partaking of any or all those would make her problems just stop mattering anymore.
.......
Wait, what?
That part about her avoiding that kind of therapy he clearly was eager to give freely.....did that just make as much sense in his head as it sounded? Was that why she had the face of a frightened kitten despite blushing like a schoolgirl in love? Was that then, the reason why she gently removed herself from the blissfully prolonged embrace and stood there, shaking with what was a strong possibility to be rage? That was the only thing he could think of that made an ounce of sense. She certainly had no boyfriends around campus (And somehow he doubted there was a guy in this world other than Lucre whom was either patient or crazy enough to date such a cold fish over a distance) on the occasion he did see her in passing, so it certainly was not a matter of the blonde demon boy making her forget her devotion to any given man. And oddly enough, that was probably the one measure he could see Teagan -not- taking to simply deter him from pursuing her. She simply would not be able to put up a convincing enough show, even if she felt desperate enough to try it.
Yet another thing Thomas really should not be grinning inwardly about as he waited to see what would transpire next. She crossed her fingers over her chest, to which it became a bit of a chore at this point to -not- stare at so rudely. From the look on her face it wasn't too difficult to imagine how fiercely she felt like hurting him, but he was yet again a bit stumped on what he did exactly to drive her to this point. Teagan clearly coveted her solitude, yet Lucre kept intruding on it. And the hell of it was, he was starting to think she liked him for that persistance. In an offbeat, roundabout sort of way. In a span of time Lucre sat there in the slushy grass, wondering just how overkill her next vex was going to be upon him, when she turned and spoke in a venomous tone to just let her fall the next time around. He knew perfectly well that if by some odd coincidence the lightning didn't flat out kill her, the fall to the ground would have snapped her fair form in two. And far be it for him to see such a marvel of the female gender ruined in such a way. And if that made him a jerk, then so freaking be it. He tired of trying to cater to rules and guidelines that the girl couldn't even dignify him with on a straight-forward basis. She was so backwards in the way she acted that he was beginning to tire of playing this game, at least by her rules.
Lucre resolved to keep pressing this issue tonight. One might consider his ambition to be merging into greed, but Lucre had an itching feeling about this that urgently needed to be scratched. If he tried to approach her again after tonight, he knew he'd have nowhere near as much luck as he did that evening. She'd make herself wholly unreadable once more, and that was something he did not want. Plus, Tom just did not content himself with this night ending with Teagan trying to ignore him -yet again-. Lucre watched as she headed back to the tower. Obviously she wasn't going to just -sleep- there like she would her dorm, so that gave at least one small promising signal that it might still be okay for him to crawl through this rabbit hole. She still wanted to be up and about, so if she was going to keep breaking curfew like this, then Tom saw no reason he couldn't keep doing the same.
Lucre let Teagan saunder off to the tower; if she was the type to fume, she was likely gonna stay there a while. Thus, he decided to set to work on a side task. He found his broom and pieces of hers. After using the reparo charm to stitch hers meticulously back together, he performed the reducio charm on them both and pocketed them. Slinging his now heavily drenched school robe over his shoulder, he went beneath a walkway which connected the tower to the castle. It was thankfully covered from the weather, at least from above, so he quickly set forth to drying off his wrinkled robe with his wand. No sooner did he finish than did he perk his ears to the sound of a girl crying. He had a fair hunch, once more, of whom it was. Turning the corner, he looked upon the poor redhead as she held her head in her knees and added more salt to this rain. He hated to see her broken so much in spirit, but at least it was a sign that she still felt things. Even if it was pain she no longer wanted anything to do with.
Tom obediently stayed his peaceful and discreet distance, at least for a little bit. He was unsure of how to approach her at first, until the idea of a peace offering came to mind. At this rate, one or both of them would catch a cold from such rancid weather. So, he decided to call forth a sort of preventative measure in the form of his reduced tea set which he called forth from his dorm room.Within moments the cute set came to the palm of his hand, and he turned it back to its 1 1/2 foot diameter size. He then filled the pot with water from the sky and purified it of any uncleanliness from the rain. He then came forth, placing his tray and robe down where it was still dry; it seemed the redhead still wanted to cool off where it was good and wet. Approaching her still, he was sure she'd still meet him with resistance, but he was starting to care less and less as the minutes went by.
Resting on knee, his stealthy approach halted as he kneeled before her, resting his forehead against hers. It was a little burnt up. He drew away, shaking his head in a tsk-ing manner with a sad smile.
"My dear, even wizards have no cure for the common cold. Come with me to the walkway, try a change of robes and a cup of tea." he rose to his feet and turned around; it had only just occurred to him that his 'under garments' were still clinging quite generously to his form. Granted, there was probably no angle he could stand at that wouldn't be at least moderately inticing, so he decided to add more dialogue to drown out the sound of rain and tears.
"Y'know, its pretty clear at this point that you're not on patrol tonight. If you were, you would have called backup on me the moment I abducted you. You're breaking curfew just like me, so for pete's sake, let's just break it together." He turned to her again partially, holding his hand out for the girl to take. She was shaken up pretty bad from this evening, and whether she most likely was going to snub him for his kindness or not, he still wanted to and be good to her.
What was the worst that could happen? Maybe seeing Teagan actually relax around Lucre?