Post by Thomas Lucre on May 27, 2008 17:24:00 GMT -5
Well, this was a shock.
Lucre had no idea that ten little words would have such an impact on the male student that held her so tightly. She didn't even need the handsome Slytherin to verbalize an explanation; the boy's fearful hesitation to the beautiful redhead over him was all she needed. Even with the tightening grip on the girl's wrist, she picked herself up, resituating herself atop the blonde to place her free hand on his shoulder, allowing a better look down at his face. His features turned to that of a ghost, or at least someone that was dead or sick. He couldn't even rebound promptly enough to fumble for the feeble excuse he fed her several long moments later.
His eyes told Lucre everything she wanted to know. These two -did- have a history, and it certainly wasn't as insignificant as a crush or two that passed each other in the hallways daily without a single word beyond innocent greetings that passed between each other. No, by knowing each other, Lucre felt in her gut that something special happened between these two. Whatever this something was, it might have even prompted the head girl to tamper with his memory. Clearly she wanted Lucre to forget something vital. It couldn't have been something that transpired over a long period of time. The girl racked her brain over several random things that transpired in her male childhood, and even with more recent memories such as her first few months at FFU. To the best of her knowledge, there stood to be no glaring blanks in her memory for any of those recalled instances. It would take an exceptional amount of power to do away with select pieces of a person's longterm memory, and it was doubtful any prodigies like that attended this school. However, for whatever reason, it only made the most sense that this girl was somehow behind the several days that were now a wisping, hazy mush in the female's mind.
The redhead felt strangely dejected, knowing that Teagan would go to such lengths to stealthily rob Lucre's memory like that. If Lucre could just guess why his memory had to be wiped clean, it would probably make all the puzzle pieces fall into place. All Lucre knew in his aching brain for sure was that any memories regarding direct run-ins with Teagan had been obliterated. Obviously he didn't have the memories to substantiate having direct run-ins with the girl, but Lucre still couldn't quiet the nagging feelings in his heart that something of his was taken from him.
Taken by Teagan Monolayre.
The girl nestled down against the slightly taller male, leaning down a little closer into Teagan's personal space. There was something about this closeness, however alienic it may have been for Lucre to be staring into his own face rather than the face of this gorgeous girl, that just felt so.....nice. She felt like she was breathing life into something once cold with her own body heat. This lifeless shadow of a soul was craving this warmth, no matter how rattled Teagan's stare appeared to be. The girl's expression was calm, not exactly expectant, but definitely trying to read the boy's reaction. She had a feeling that anything she asked would not get a direct answer no matter what she asked, but maybe the boy's body would give a different answer from his words anyway.
It was Lucre's body, afterall.
No matter how he may be prompted to shut himself out from someone, he knew he'd never be able to hold himself in if someone this caring, this unrelenting, had him cornered like this. Lucre wanted to kiss Teagan. Lucre wondered if Teagan would like it, but she also wondered if it might be what she needed to fill in the remaining blanks of her boy-hood memory.
"Why won't you.....let me in?" she asked aloud, offhandedly as her head leaned forward. Her eyes gently closed, and her lips slid into a childish, beguiling pout. It wasn't exactly what Lucre wanted to ask, as it was kind of a vague outburst from his suconscious. Besides, for anyone that was still gawking at the scene, it was just another red-head trying to pry into the Slytherin Playboy's affairs.
Lucre had no idea that ten little words would have such an impact on the male student that held her so tightly. She didn't even need the handsome Slytherin to verbalize an explanation; the boy's fearful hesitation to the beautiful redhead over him was all she needed. Even with the tightening grip on the girl's wrist, she picked herself up, resituating herself atop the blonde to place her free hand on his shoulder, allowing a better look down at his face. His features turned to that of a ghost, or at least someone that was dead or sick. He couldn't even rebound promptly enough to fumble for the feeble excuse he fed her several long moments later.
His eyes told Lucre everything she wanted to know. These two -did- have a history, and it certainly wasn't as insignificant as a crush or two that passed each other in the hallways daily without a single word beyond innocent greetings that passed between each other. No, by knowing each other, Lucre felt in her gut that something special happened between these two. Whatever this something was, it might have even prompted the head girl to tamper with his memory. Clearly she wanted Lucre to forget something vital. It couldn't have been something that transpired over a long period of time. The girl racked her brain over several random things that transpired in her male childhood, and even with more recent memories such as her first few months at FFU. To the best of her knowledge, there stood to be no glaring blanks in her memory for any of those recalled instances. It would take an exceptional amount of power to do away with select pieces of a person's longterm memory, and it was doubtful any prodigies like that attended this school. However, for whatever reason, it only made the most sense that this girl was somehow behind the several days that were now a wisping, hazy mush in the female's mind.
The redhead felt strangely dejected, knowing that Teagan would go to such lengths to stealthily rob Lucre's memory like that. If Lucre could just guess why his memory had to be wiped clean, it would probably make all the puzzle pieces fall into place. All Lucre knew in his aching brain for sure was that any memories regarding direct run-ins with Teagan had been obliterated. Obviously he didn't have the memories to substantiate having direct run-ins with the girl, but Lucre still couldn't quiet the nagging feelings in his heart that something of his was taken from him.
Taken by Teagan Monolayre.
The girl nestled down against the slightly taller male, leaning down a little closer into Teagan's personal space. There was something about this closeness, however alienic it may have been for Lucre to be staring into his own face rather than the face of this gorgeous girl, that just felt so.....nice. She felt like she was breathing life into something once cold with her own body heat. This lifeless shadow of a soul was craving this warmth, no matter how rattled Teagan's stare appeared to be. The girl's expression was calm, not exactly expectant, but definitely trying to read the boy's reaction. She had a feeling that anything she asked would not get a direct answer no matter what she asked, but maybe the boy's body would give a different answer from his words anyway.
It was Lucre's body, afterall.
No matter how he may be prompted to shut himself out from someone, he knew he'd never be able to hold himself in if someone this caring, this unrelenting, had him cornered like this. Lucre wanted to kiss Teagan. Lucre wondered if Teagan would like it, but she also wondered if it might be what she needed to fill in the remaining blanks of her boy-hood memory.
"Why won't you.....let me in?" she asked aloud, offhandedly as her head leaned forward. Her eyes gently closed, and her lips slid into a childish, beguiling pout. It wasn't exactly what Lucre wanted to ask, as it was kind of a vague outburst from his suconscious. Besides, for anyone that was still gawking at the scene, it was just another red-head trying to pry into the Slytherin Playboy's affairs.