Azrael spotted her grin from his position and followed suit with a grin of his own; gladdened that she seemed much changed from just a minute or so previous. Strangely, Azrael was also cheered by their encounter, which absolutely baffled him. He had acted on sheer impulse and was yet unable to properly discern what he was feeling for the moment.
Yet as always, he wasn't given proper time to dwell on his emotions as he was forced to block yet another shot.
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Missing the shot, which he attributed to the fact that he couldn't seem to organize his thoughts coherently yet, he went to retrieve the quaffle, still saying nothing as he tossed the ball back to Marina.[rand=3132672376643682644724981262670765812159691998778937970757673764654]
Post by Professor Roeswood on Jul 5, 2006 17:50:22 GMT -5
Even though they were distracted by practicing quidditch, Marina was still very concerned by Azrael's silence. Had she done something wrong, hurt his feelings, or (Marina was both amused and horrified by the thought) was she a bad kisser?
In fact, Az seemed so distracted by whatever it was that was on his mind that he missed the block. Her face expressed her worry in the form of a frown, which deepened as, even when he tossed her the ball, he still maintained his silence.
"Azrael?" Nina asked tentatively, her voice quavering slightly. For some reason she had to suppress the urge to cry. She must've screwed something up, because Az didn't seem very happy. "Are you alright Azrael? Did I do something wrong?"
The Head Girl looked down and shook her head, struggling with a feeling of hopelessness at not being able to see what was wrong. Wanting to fill the awkward silence that she was sure would result, she took off toward the left hoop and threw the quaffle as hard as she could, not all that concerned with where it went.
Ack! Azrael thought to himself. You've got to say something, else you'll only screw everything up, including your first and best true friendship. Yet no amount of mental coaching seemed enough to prompt him to speak, or even begin to clear his own confusion.
"No," he managed to say, in response to Marina's worry for him, "No, you didn't do anything wrong. You were...perfect. If there’s anyone who's done anything that's wrong, it's me. I'm not afraid to admit that I am confused. What bothers me more is that I'm not quite sure why I am confused either. No matter how much faith I have in my abilities as a seer, I can't seem to see anything concerning myself."
For a brief moment he thought that perhaps no amount of magical talent could help him in his current situation; that he was on his own to figure this out, yet he pushed the preposterous notion aside as quickly as it had surfaced. It was just in time, too, as he was forced to defend the goal hoops from another shot.
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Almost messing up the catch on his part, he still managed to defend the goal hoop and quickly tossed the ball back to Marina.[rand=07686754294343734437360948655372924404190877156528364012187454438]
Post by Professor Roeswood on Jul 5, 2006 18:36:30 GMT -5
"Perfect?" Marina asked, the very slightest trace of a smile gracing her visage momentarily. Her heart skipped a beat and the butterflies in her tummy kamakazi bombed her stomach lining. "I do believe, Azrael, that you are the first person to ever use that adjective to describe me." Certainly her parents never had, and if her friends had, well, that would just have been very odd.
Nina took pity on his state, and as soon as he tossed her the quaffle, she directed her broomstick to float slowly in his direction. When she was only but a meter away, she looked him in the eyes, her face soft and compassionate.
"Azrael, I can't really get inside your head to know what exactly it is that you're feeling. I also can't deny that I admire you, as a friend, and as more than that." She closed the distance on her broom, lifting her hand to his head and twisting one of his unruly locks around her finger. "However, if what you can't decide is whether or not you feel the same way about me, I would love to see if I can't assist in your decision at all."
With that, Marina let her hands fall to his shoulder, and kissed him with a passion she'd never known before in her life, one so intense she didn't even notice when the quaffle slipped from her grip and plummeted to the sandy bottom of the stadium.
The first person to ever refer to her as perfect? Azrael couldn't imagine how that could be and firmly blocked the thought that he could show any sort of predilection towards any one person, yet still, there was no way he could imagine she would be lying.
It amazed him, too, when she chose to mimic his actions earlier, approaching him much as he had done to her. Wary at first, thinking she might be trying to throw him off guard in order to make another attempt at the goal, he tensed up, preparing to have to dive one way or another to stop the quaffle before she raked in another score. Yet when she looked into his eyes, they held him, compelling him to keep his gaze focused on her face and nothing else.
'I also can't deny that I admire you, as a friend, and as more than that.', she said to him, showing him a mirror of his own emotions, organizing his jumbled thoughts and giving them structure, telling him what no other source at his disposal had been able to do. Her kiss only proved to reinforce his newfound resolve.
For what seemed like an eternity to him they kissed, yet eventually; and not without a great deal of reluctance, Azrael placed his hands on her shoulders, pushing her away slightly so that he could speak. "You know, I don't think it's much of a decision to make at all." he stated firmly, "My feelings are quite mutual."
Post by Professor Roeswood on Jul 5, 2006 22:13:09 GMT -5
When Azrael broke away from the kiss, Marina was shocked to find, that when she glanced down, the world wasn't spinning beneath her, because that was the sensation she had experienced. The Head Girl had never really been the kind of girl to swoon, but this man, for whatever reason, seemed to affect her in a way that she couldn't comprehend. Never before had she felt such deep rooted affection for someone else. In fact, she couldn't remember having ever fancied someone before like she fancied Azrael. For a moment, the thought bothered her, as she compared herself to the countless other teen girls out there who she herself seemed to be mimicking. Was it possible that she was no better than them?
But as she looked up, again into Azrael's eyes, she decided beyond doubt, that even if she thought that about herself, he didn't and never would. With his words, her stomach leapt for joy and, in her own ecstasy, she swayed dangerously on her broom, and realized that stories about the ground was probably not the most intelligent place to be snogging. Not to mention, not the most private.
"Perhaps we should find a less precarious place to spend some time together," Nina suggested. Her hand grasped his for a moment, and she inclined her head toward the ground in a gesture so minuscule it could easily have been missed. Letting go, she began a slow, careless descent toward the ground, smiling vacantly in the way a senile old witch would when reminiscing about old times. Touching down, she jogged over to where the quaffle had fallen and lobbed it haphazardly into one of the locker rooms, so at least it would be safe from the elements.
When she had finished this task, she looked up at Azrael, using the handle of a broomstick as a sort of walking stick. She was so giddy that her knees wobbled, and she hoped that her action would be perceived as an act and not an actual necessity. Chewing on her bottom lip, Marina paused to think for a moment.
Not paying attention to his surroundings, he was jolted back to vague awareness when Marina so kindly reminded them that they were about proper distance up in the air that would make certain everyone for along ways around in any direction could spot them, in addition to a very inconvenient place to take a fall from. As such, he did not object in the slightest as Marina descended and was quick to follow suit.
Tossing the borrowed broom back where he found it; fully intending to find a better broom before the next match; preferable one not most likely out-dated by some of the staff at the school so that it would actually fly decently.
"The river would do just fine." he said to Marina, walking to her side and placing a hand on her shoulder, noting how she seemed, to say the least, slightly off-balance on her feet; most likely from the time she had just spent flying around, Azrael assumed. "Here, lean on me if you need support walking, although I'll let you lead the way."
Teagan Offline: This board is full of nostalgia.
Aug 22, 2020 8:39:09 GMT -5
Missing the old MH: gotta say missing when MH and all that was around.
Nov 6, 2019 0:02:30 GMT -5
Willow_lazy: why tf are there 400 posts about adidas
Sept 6, 2018 17:35:57 GMT -5
Azrael: I'm not hard to find, since I'm the only one there who goes by "Azzy", I'm pretty sure. XD
Feb 10, 2018 16:44:41 GMT -5
Azrael: Dunno if anyone still pops by here from time to time, but if any of you mofos do and still feel like gettin' yo nerd on, I've been hanging around this here place a bunch recently: www.roleplayerguild.com/
Feb 10, 2018 16:44:10 GMT -5
Azrael: hold onto your pantaloons
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