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Post by Sofia Flint on Dec 22, 2008 21:33:40 GMT -5
→S o f i a i've been here so long, i think that it's time to move[/color] THE WINTER'S SO COLD, SUMMER'S OVER TOO SOONlet's pack our bags and settle down where palm trees grow[/color][/font] "I shouldn't have said something. Wasn't my place."
Sofia waved her hand, dismissing the subject. She didn't mind that Wes showed some interest in her life. Hell, who did show interest in Sofia beyond the Hogwarts ground? The one person that had ever written to her during the summers was someone she was no longer particularly fond of. It was nice, for a change, that someone was honestly interested in hearing her own little problems. Wes seemed to care... and, oddly enough, Sofia enjoyed that.
"Ha! Like she could. I laugh in the face of danger."
"Really?" Sofia asked, arching an eyebrow playfully. "I don't see you laughing now... and I'm under the impression that some find me mighty dangerous."
She looked around them then, fully aware that she had just caught a couple of girls glancing in their direction, and her smile turned into a wicked grin as she watched the fifth years scurry off. There wasn't a doubt in her mind that they found her intimidating, and she knew that they could have only been talking about the pair standing beneath the tree. She could almost hear the conversation in her head now.
Who does she think she is, playing with the new guy like that? I know, seriously. She's so wicked! Honestly, someone needs to look out for the poor guy... He looks too good to be with her. She'll only use him like the rest!
But then Sofia's smile disappeared. Would she use Wes? He seemed nice... and how would it look if she used someone who put so much trust in her so easily? Normally that kind of thought would be brushed off, but Sofia was having a hard time doing that. Something made Wes different from the rest... Something odd, yet exciting and different.
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Post by Wes Borgin on Dec 28, 2008 1:33:23 GMT -5
<--Wes Borgin--> "There's nothing more dangerous than a boy with charm"
"I don't see you laughing now... and I'm under the impression that some find me mighty dangerous."
He chuckled again. This girl was too cute and radiated confidence. He loved confident girls. He was starting to really like her. No matter what the rumors said. "I think I have a couple of inches on you, kid," he said, flashing her a smile and tapping her nose gently with his fingertip.
At first he didn't notice the girls until they were passing by to get a better look. He looked over Soph's shoulder hesitantly at them before scooping up Prof with speedy movements. He leaned up against the tree pressing Soph and prof against it and holding his arm up to block them from vision.
"That one's a snitch and McGonogal's got a strict no dogs policy, " He offered as an explanation, leaning in close to her. He smiled, skimming his nose just above her chin. "You smell really good, kitten. French perfume?"
He could detect that hint of French perfume, but it barely there compared to that spicey blood of hers. It sent of tingling sensation down his skin that most humans get after tasting cinnamon.
He glanced back over his shoulder, meeting eye to eye with the snitch. She gas giving him a suspicious look and looked like she was writing something in her notebook she carried around with her before walking off with her friends.
" Certaintly smells better than Prof," he said, looking down at the dog, who was licking his slightly burnt hand. " P-U, Proffessor, you need a bath."
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Post by Sofia Flint on Dec 29, 2008 11:10:39 GMT -5
→S o f i a i've been here so long, i think that it's time to move[/color] THE WINTER'S SO COLD, SUMMER'S OVER TOO SOONlet's pack our bags and settle down where palm trees grow[/color][/font] "I think I have a couple of inches on you, kid."
"You may have a couple of inches on me, but height doesn't always mean everything," Sofia grinned. She had met plenty of girls through out her years at Hogwarts, and some of them had surprised her. She'd met a few girls who looked so damn small and innocent, but they could really hold their own. Not that that mattered to Sofia. It didn't bother her; Hell, she'd continue going right at the girls. The fact that they fought back just made the fight twice as fun.
"That one's a snitch and McGonogal's got a strict no dogs policy."
Sofia didn't say a thing. All she did was peak around Wes's arm to give the girl a bit of a look; One with ice cold eyes and an evil arched eyebrow. However, she could relate with the girl a little bit. Had she not met Wes and been so intrigued by him, she could and probably would have felt the same way about the dog. Sofia hated dogs, even the small ones that didn't scare her. She was, however, willing to give this one a chance, seeing as it was following around a very interesting boy.
"You smell really good, kitten. French perfume?"
"I have a weak spot for French things," Sofia smiled up at him. "The language, the clothes, the country, the wine, the perfume... Honestly, I bet it's the one place I actually can stand muggle things from."
And it was true. Sofia didn't really care for muggles and most of their silly little objects. But the ones who had figured out wine, perfume, and fashion... Well, those ones were okay in Sofia's book. Sure, she wasn't a fan, but she loved the things they made and, if she ever ran how things were to be in the future, they'd be the one group of muggles unharmed.
" Certainly smells better than Prof. P-U, Professor, you need a bath."
Sofia giggled and then looked down at the dog, almost wishing she hadn't. It was a different deal when a cat was licking you... but a dog? How on earth did he know where that dog's tongue had been?
She smiled up timidly at him, and then felt it all melt away. She was no longer disgusted by the dog; Just looking at Wes made her smile natural.
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Post by Livinia Lange on Dec 30, 2008 0:29:07 GMT -5
<--Wes Borgin--> "There's nothing more dangerous than a boy with charm"
He chuckled again, setting the dog down and looking at his hand. He hadn't really noticed the burning. After about seventy to eighty years of various sun exposure accidents, he ignored it until it got down to the muscle. That's usually when it really started to hurt. His palm looked like he'd layed his hand on a stove top while it was on. He only hissed slightly and glared down at Prof. "You licking it doesn't help there," he said.
Prof gave him a pattented 'You're wrong' look and turned his back on him.
"I have a weak spot for French things,"
"Been to France. It was nice, I liked Switzerland better," Wes replied. He liked the hiking in Switzerland it was great, but he wasn't sure Soph here would like hiking. He pictured her as someone you came back to the lodge to warm up with.
"The language, the clothes, the country, the wine, the perfume... Honestly, I bet it's the one place I actually can stand muggle things from."
"The perfume is really good. One of my weak spots," he said, skimming his nose along her jaw again. He figured she'd let him get this close already, she wouldn't care. Or, he hoped. She might have to stop him. He was enjoying the smell of her blood way to much. He'd always liked spicey food. This is not good, Wes.
"Muggles aren't so bad," he said. "I really like their TVs. I used to have one before I came here."
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Post by Sofia Flint on Dec 30, 2008 15:12:35 GMT -5
→S o f i a i've been here so long, i think that it's time to move[/color] THE WINTER'S SO COLD, SUMMER'S OVER TOO SOONlet's pack our bags and settle down where palm trees grow[/color][/font] Sofia wasn't really paying attention to her surroundings. All she could feel was Wes's close proximity, and the feeling of his nose skimming her jawline made her body tingle. Something about a guy doing that just set Sofia's nerves on an edge, but it was a good edge. A feeling of euphoria would spread through her body, through every inch of it, and she could bask in the pleasure of it for hours on end. Honestly, being close to a guy in any physical way was what Sofia loved most about life. She knew that she'd never be able to be alone. Sure, maybe she wouldn't necessarily marry... Or maybe she would. But her supply of guys would almost always be endless. She was almost certain that she wouldn't be the world's most faithful wife, unless she met someone that was just perfect for her.
She was closing her eyes slowly, titling her head back at the sensation that was running through her, a smile playing on her lips. She could smell him as he was so close to her... But then she smelt something else. Something that had been in the air around them for a while, but she hadn't really recognized it. Her eyes slid open and her mouth formed a confused frown as she recognized the smell of something burning. Burnt... flesh? Sofia looked down and her green-blue eyes widened as she noticed his burnt hand.
"Wes... What happened to your hand?" Sofia said quietly, her face still in a puzzled expression. "I... Don't think it's supposed to look like that, now is it?" [/blockquote]
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Post by Wes Borgin on Dec 30, 2008 22:59:21 GMT -5
<--Wes Borgin--> "There's nothing more dangerous than a boy with charm"
"Wes... What happened to your hand?"
Wes gave her a quizical look before looking down at his hand. He hadn't really noticed it.His skin was turning redder by the minute looking very much like it was going to fall off. But, he put his hand in the shade. "Slight allergic reaction to the sun," he said with a chuckle, putting his hand in his pocket away from sight. The fabric was hot against his skin, but he knew it was better than having it in the sun. He felt great with his answer. He didn't have to lie to her. That felt good.
The sudden concern had pulled him back from the edge he was getting closer to. He would have to go. It was getting closer to lunch anyway. Which meant high noon. Which meant lots of sun. He nodded to Prof, who was pulling at his pant leg. He felt his front canines ache. They were expanding. He could feel it. Growing sharp and lethal. He had to get out of there before he lost control.
"Wanna go get some lunch or something?" the thought of a nice bloody very rare steak sounded like heaven at the moment. He even turned his face away so she couldn't see his eyes, which were probably glowling through the sunglasses for all he knew or that his lip was twitching to curl up over his teeth.
He held his breath. It wasn't hard. He didn't have to breath. Don't have to lose control. You're not going to hurt her.
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Post by Sofia Flint on Dec 31, 2008 22:18:48 GMT -5
→S o f i a i've been here so long, i think that it's time to move[/color] THE WINTER'S SO COLD, SUMMER'S OVER TOO SOONlet's pack our bags and settle down where palm trees grow[/color][/font] Sofia arched a skeptic eyebrow at Wes as he answered her question. He merely shook off it as no big deal, but he had hidden his hand in his pocket. It was obviously some kind of deal if he felt the need to hide his hand from view. And who had an allergic reaction to the sun? An albino would, yes, but Wes wasn't exactly albino. He was slightly pale, but his hair and eyes were dark, and that didn't go under the description of an albino. A vampire would be another explanation, but that seemed like a silly idea to Sofia. Wes couldn't be a vampire, could he? No way!
Or was she being closed-minded? She shook her head, trying to get rid of the thoughts that were over taking her. Why think about something like that right now? And besides, Wes was outside! It was during the day! But his get-up... The white, body covering outfit, the sunglasses...
"Wanna go get some lunch or something?"
"What?" Sofia asked, coming back to her senses. She realized Wes had just asked her a question, and it took her a second to decipher what he had just said. "Oh, yeah... If you want."
Sofia slipped out from between the tree and Wes, slowly leading the way back to the castle. She was completely absorbed in her mind, but she looked over her shoulder at him anyway, offering a small, encouraging smile.
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Post by Wes Borgin on Jan 1, 2009 21:23:51 GMT -5
<--Wes Borgin--> "There's nothing more dangerous than a boy with charm"
Wes hung back a little, letting her walk in front. He enjoyed looking at her in the sun. It was nice. She was nice. He liked her. But a warning bell went off in the back of his mind. Just a tiny one that he would've ignored if he knew it wasn't true.
Wes, you're two very different people. It's not going to work. Look at her, she's too pretty for you anyway. Remember what happened.
Wes felt that sobering reminder and kicked himself for not leaving when he should have. He shouldn't be around her. He was a monster. He was danger. He should've stayed away from people in general. He was in trouble. He attatched himself to people too easily. This wasn't good at all really. They were from two completely different worlds. His world was cold and dark and damp. Filled with bloodlust and dark materials. A world where a concsience was the only that seperated you from a wild animal. Her's was happy and carefree.
He felt selfish for even thinking they could even be friends. He didn't want to burden her with his heavy world. It was too dark for anyone. He didn't like his world. It wasn't a romanticized world, it was sickening.
But, he continued forward cursing himself to hell and back because he liked people and couldn't bring himself to stay away. He could feel that auror around her earlier and he had scared himself with how close he had gotten. He should never be that close to anyone. But, he couldn't help it. He could even see Prof saying that to him with his small black eyes. It's not your fault, Wes.
He forced a smile onto his face to follow, edging just a little bit closer but still hanging behind, both hands shoved into his pockets. Keep your hands to yourself, Borgin
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