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[skandar]

he never did like being in public, skandar. while he enjoyed his leisure, he could think of far better things to do alone than with company. being out in the open like that gave plenty opportunity to get himself injured or, far worse in his reasoning, approached. publicity meant exposure. he was bound to run into someone who wanted to talk to him. it baffled him. out of all the people that seemed to surround him, they were dead-set on interrogating him. he did all he could to avoid it, too. keeping to the most minimalistic of clothing, a plain white t-shirt and faded jeans, he still stuck out like a sore thumb. perhaps it was the way he carried himself; his blue eyes constantly keeping to the rhythm of his feet, his hands burrowed deep within the pockets of his letterman jacket; that marked him easy prey. he liked this day in particular. summertime meant lounging in the heat of the sun and snacking on fresh-cut fruits and iced drinks, not buckling over fabricated ice. as he saw it, the ice rink occupied a dozen at most, all minding their own business. it was a perfect day.

he'd traded in his old sneakers for a pair of rental skates upon his arrival and, while he knew next to nothing about the art of skating, he laced them up as best as he could before making his way to the rink. bladed shoes weren't something he wore often, or had any reason to, but they were fascinating enough. his hands clenched onto the ledge that bordered the rink as he stepped onto the slippery surface, one shaky foot after the other. and that was it. he couldn't move. this was idiotic, the hell of it was. what was so hard about ice skating? he'd seen little children do it before his death. tiny girls dressed in frilly outfits, twirling around like they were floating on a cloud. some cloud this was. "on the count of three," he told himself, a tiny clamp of fog forming where his lips parted. "one. two." three. this was it. the moment he'd let go of his crutch and soar across the ice. he could feel the wind scorching his face, blowing through his dark hair and whistling into his ears as it passed. it felt great, or it would have had he let go. "three!" he growled under his breath, the grip on the ledge refusing to stir. "three."

[autumn rachel moreau]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/fk5qwnjpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi » BRIGHT LIGHTS, Summer. Autumn didn't dislike it, but like her name, she really did prefer autumn. Or spring. Or winter. She preferred anything but summer. It was just too hot. She preferred to be cold, because at least she could warm up easily. Spring and fall were nice middle temperatures. But summer? Cooling down wasn't that easy. That being said, she wanted to cool off. She thought about inviting Des to the skating rink, but he had been really busy with rehearsals lately. She really should make a few more friends, so she wasn't always relying on Des and Faline. They were both so busy all the time. Especially Des. Which made her sad, she really liked spending time with him. He made her feel safe. And loved. And cared for. And that made her happy. Plus, from what she could tell, she made Des happy too. She was glad they met in the coffee shop. Autumn thought about the coffee shop. She thought about what they'd talked about. Love, huh? Lately, it had been on her mind. She didn't know why. She didn't know how it felt. She didn't understand why anyone would put themselves through it. But apparently it was a good thing. Apparently, the pain and waiting was worth it. Autumn wouldn't know. And for some reason, now she wanted to know. It was unusual. She often wasn't like this. The only time she dated someone was in freshman year. Sure, guys asked her out, but she never said yes. They didn't know her and she didn't know them. But when one of her friends asked her out, she said yes. She knew him well enough and he knew her. But she didn't think she ever really loved him. Not like how he claimed he loved her. Autumn's train of thought was stopped when she reached the rink. Surprisingly, few people were there. She thought it would be crowded. Apparently, not many people wanted to cool off. She borrowed the skates at the counter. Autumn got out on the ice, gliding. She wasn't terrible at skating, she could keep moving at a relatively fast pace. She could skate backwards but not well. However, she was fine. Benefits of growing up in Canada: it was always cold and ice rinks were always open. She skated around, trying to clear her head. She had just finished another lap when she noticed a guy carefully stepping onto the ice. He was holding onto the ledge. She watched him for a bit, but she didn't do anything. She felt like she should. Autumn thought about when she met Des; he helped her. She should help him. She skated over slowly, ending up a few feet in front of him. "Hello," she smiled brightly, "would you like some help?" she offered a hand. She didn't mind it. The thing is, she used to skate with plenty of little kids. She even taught some kids how to skate. How could this be any different? AND CITYSCAPES. words; 504 tagged; #skandar #kayleigh notes; <3 OUTFIT

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help came not a minute too soon, but every fiber in his being told skandar he didn't need it. the first thing he noticed was the hair, each curl the color of the leaves as they transitioned and broke free from their branches during the fall. then the eyes, the voice, the smile. the epitome of a warm day in autumn. but what was autumn doing reeking havoc on his ice escapade? everything about this girl screamed inconvenience, but he had no time to react any differently. his eyebrows puckered together into a scowl as his mouth opened to speak. "n- i'm fine," he spoke harshly, not meaning to. confidence was the key to getting this girl as far away form him as possible, and what said confidence better than arrogance? surely a few things, but none he could sum up in the spur of the moment. "l-look, i don't need your help. i was jus-" smacking her hand away, whatever confidence he'd mustered came crumbling down just as he lost his balance and began stumbling backward.

dumb luck unraveled before his very eyes as the surface beneath his feet spurned and yanked him out of his unsteady rhythm. as he fell onto his back, the breath got knocked out of him and he groaned in sheer agony. whoever said this was fun clearly had it wrong. skandar wheezed helplessly, hacking up what sounded like a cross between a cry for help and a gut-busting laugh. after the drumming in his ears subsided and the beat of his heart began to drop down to it's regular pace, he realized the true idiocy in his actions and laughed once more. "now look what you made me do," he choked amusingly, craning his neck so he could glance up at his autumn girl. "i almost had it." a blatant lie, but one of the few he didn't mind telling if it kept him from looking like a bigger fool than what he already did. he sat up straight, groaning as he did so, and turned to his side before placing his hands onto the ice and lifting himself up onto his knees. he brought his hands up to examine his palms, now stained pink with cold. with the first fall out of the way, a grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. this, aside from all the discomfort and panic, would be fun.

[autumn rachel moreau]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/fk5qwnjpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi » BRIGHT LIGHTS, "N-no I'm fine." he said rather harshly. She was almost taken aback. But, not being one to back down, she kept her hand outstretched. "Are you sure?" she asked again. Maybe she was pushing it. But for some reason, she didn't want to back down. "L-look, I don't need your help. I was jus-" he said smacking her hand away. She blinked, trying to process what just happened. She sighed. Way to go Autumn. She was about to apologize, but then the guy went crashing down to the ice. Autumn gasped, "A-are you okay?" she asked frantically, "do I need to get someone?" the guy groaned. She would too. That must have hurt. He just laid there for a minute, and Autumn watched him. Should she be doing something? But his eyes were open. He was making noises. He should be alive. He was alive, right? Finally, he let out a laugh. "Now look what you made me do," he said, "I almost had it." Autumn really, she really would have apologized. Honestly. But she let a giggle. "Oh really? You had it?" she cracked a grin at him. He got on his knees and inspected his hands. She reached out and tugged at them lightly. "Despite what you may think, you need all the help you can get," she teased him, "C'mon." She tugged at his hands again. Only now that he was sitting down, and Autumn had stopped worrying about him, she was able to get a good look at him. His eyes. They were the first thing she noticed. They looked warm, kind. Despite the fact that he smacked her hand away, she knew he was kind. She didn't know how. And the way his hair fell over his eyes struck her too. Or maybe it was just because he was looking down. She didn't know. She didn't even understand what she was doing or why she was thinking about this, because honestly, it wasn't like her. Autumn felt weird. And it wasn't a bad weird, it was sort of funny. It was almost confusing. And she didn't know why, but she couldn't take her eyes off of him. He was handsome. Autumn blinked. Realizing what she was doing, she quickly looked away. Was she blushing? Of course, she had just been staring. When she looked back at him, he was grinning. For some reason, that made her blush more. "Uh, hey. Sorry, about before," she began, trying to take her mind off of, well, him, "My name is Autumn. Who might you be?" Also, why was her heart beating this fast? Something bothered Autumn. Why did she feel so… Weird? Awkward? She couldn't remember when she had felt like this. It wasn't unpleasant, but it was sort of unexpected. She glanced back down at the stranger, wondering if he had noticed. Hopefully they could get past the awkward little fall. And maybe Autumn would have someone to be with, someone to hang out with. Maybe she wouldn't be alone today, the thing she dreaded most. Because she didn't like those thoughts that came to her when she was alone. But Autumn got the feeling that today would be different. Because right now, she couldn't even get this stranger out of her mind. Maybe they'd become good friends. It's funny how the world works. AND CITYSCAPES. words; 571 tagged; #skandar #kayleigh notes; ahhh so cute OUTFIT

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he hadn't felt this excited in the longest time. he hadn't felt this alive since, well, his death. he blamed it entirely on the adrenaline rush. what else could have caused this? his head felt like it was going to cave in, his thoughts bounced around a mile a minute, echoing loudly in his ears. it felt nice. there was something about this moment that had him in stitches. as his laughter began to settle, he felt the girl tug on his hands and glanced up at her, raising an eyebrow comically. "i would have," he started arguing, but cut himself off as she tugged at him again. she was right. he did need the help and, although he'd keep the guilty plea to himself, he accepted her offer. obeying her unspoken command, he took her hands and lifted a foot onto the ice, anchoring himself before he stood up completely, his height instantly overshadowing her. this was what he'd been trying to avoid the second he hit the streets, someone approaching him. he promised himself he wouldn't stand for it. hell, he'd gone over what he would say had someone managed to sneak past his armor. yet, here she stood and his lips wouldn't allow the words that would easily send her on her way. instead, he held her hands in his as he tried to steady himself.

this was weird. she was staring. he knew next to nothing when it came to girls, but nothing good could ever come out of a stare. it made him nervous. skandar's azure blue eyes shifted nervously to the side before landing back on her. "am i bleeding?" he asked, slightly bewildered. her name was beautiful, it suited her perfectly. "autumn," he repeated, getting the feel of it on his own accord. naturally, he took notice of the color in her cheeks, but shrugged it off. she was cold. that was all, right? he felt his own cheeks flush as he looked down at their hands, but broke the contact immediately and brought his quivering hands to either side of her face, embracing her cheeks in an icy grip. "c-cold, huh, autumn?" he chuckled again, shoving his hands back into the pockets of his letterman. this was silly. he didn't want her here. he wanted to be alone. so, why hadn't he sent her off? why wouldn't he? "i-" his voice cracked, much to his demise. "i'm skandar." he grinned. "professional skater."

[autumn rachel moreau]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/fk5qwnjpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi » BRIGHT LIGHTS, "I would have," he protested. She laughed. "Yeah? You sure are stubborn," she teased, "Admit it: you need me." she laughed again. See? He wasn't a bad guy. Maybe Autumn shouldn't have been so forthcoming. But other than that, they were fine, right? Finally, he took her hands to pull himself up. She braced herself as he stood up. And when he was finally upright, she looked up. He was tall. Or maybe she was just short. Actually, it was probably both. She shouldn't be thinking about this so much. It's true, she would have approached him, regardless of how he looked. But he was tall. He could probably rest his head on hers, no problem. He probably caught had staring at him, because after bit he asked, "Am I bleeding?" she continued to blush. Dear god, what was going on? "Ah no," she reached out and brushed his cheek with her fingertips, "No blood." she smiled and pulled her hand away. She was fine, right? She was feeling perfectly fine. "Autumn," her name rolled off his tongue. "Yeah, that's me," she grinned at him. She liked the way it sounded. She almost asked him to say her name again. But she didn't. Because that was a strange request, and why would she ever ask for that? She hadn't even noticed that they were still holding hands, until he let go of hers. She looked away in embarrassment. She really should have let go earlier. It was fine to hold hands, it wasn't like she hated it. It's just that he was a stranger. You don't hold hands with strangers. It's a bit odd. Not that she really cared but… Her thoughts were interrupted when he put his hands on her face. They were cold, icy. "C-cold, huh, Autumn?" he chuckled and she laughed. "Yes. So take your hands off of my face." she teased. He put his hands back into his pockets. "I-I'm Skandar. Professional skater." he grinned. Autumn couldn't help it, she laughed. "Was that supposed to be believable?" she grinned. He had a sense of humor. "Skandar." She said quietly, testing out how the name felt on her tongue. "Skandar." she said again with a smile, "I love that name." she told him. It was true. She'd never heard it before, but she really did like it. AND CITYSCAPES. words; 420 tagged; #skandar #kayleigh notes; ahhh so cute OUTFIT

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[skandar]

girls, ladies, women, grrrls. whichever name you called them by, they all had one thing in common. they were confusing. while they were nice to look at, soft to touch and pleasant to be around; one toe out of line ensued a chain reaction of sorts. most boys were hopeless causes when it came to the art that was the opposite sex. skandar, however, wasn't most boys. he was worse. he was what people referred to when suggesting that something was more afraid of you than you were of it. it wasn't the principle of the matter that baffled him. his mother saw to it that her youngest son knew how to treat a girl. no, it was more the execution that had him lost for words. "s'pose it's second nature," he professed, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "i guess a little help would be nice. if you'd trust me with your hand again, of course." he couldn't promise he wouldn't smack it away again, but he wanted to try. really try this time.

every muscle in his body seemed to stiffen as he felt her fingers brush against his cheek. her hands were warm, he'd noticed before when he held them, and the tiniest touch seemed to thaw through his skin. it felt nice. "nice," he blurted out stupidly. nice. "um, you know what they say. no blood, no foal. i forgive you." not that she'd done anything wrong. in actual fact, if anyone was to apologize, it was skandar. autumn amused him, it was evident in his smile as he retracted his hands from her face. "seeing's believing, right?" he inquired enthusiastically. "maybe after today, i'll get to prove you wrong." he hoped so. hell, he hoped he'd be seeing her tomorrow, and the next day, and the next day. but why? he lifted a curious eyebrow, looking her over as she said his name. he hated his name, there was no use denying it, but it sounded a lot more tolerable when autumn was the one saying it. "i like autumn," he could feel his cheeks begin to color as he spoke out. "i mean i- uh, it's an okay season." this had to stop, before he made an even bigger fool of himself. all at once, he reached out, offering her his hand and an imploring glance. "do you reckon you could teach me how not fall over?"

[autumn rachel moreau]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/fk5qwnjpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi » BRIGHT LIGHTS, "S'pose it's second nature. I guess a little help would be nice. If you'd trust me with your hand again, of course." She smiled a little when he said this. And it wasn't a grimace sort of a smile, it was a shy smile. She would trust him. Sure, he'd smacked her hand away, but when he actually held her hands, he was gentle. And his cold contrasted her warm and somehow it just worked. That wasn't weird right? Thinking about the person you were holding hands with. "I'd love to help you. If you trust me," she said with a laugh and a grin. Why wouldn't he? Other than the fact that she was a complete stranger, she hoped she was coming off as a nice and very decent human being. When she reached out to brush his cheek there was silence. Then all he said was, "Nice." She blushed, and looked up at him surprised, "My hands?" she grinned at him, "Are they warm?" she asked as she placed a single hand on his cheek. She giggled a bit. She didn't mind sharing her warmth. She found that she was naturally warm a lot of the time. Which was strange, but still. She pulled her hand away and smiled. "Um, you know what they say. No blood, no foal. I forgive you." he told her. She smiled and sighed a little sigh of relief. They were officially okay, and that made Autumn happy. She liked making friends, and she was worried this wouldn't turn out well… Considering they got off on the wrong foot. Autumn smiled up at him. "Seeing's believing right? Maybe after today, I'll get to prove you wrong," she looked up, at him again. After today. She had heard him correctly, right? He said, "after today"? Which, could imply one of two things [if Autumn were to read into it]: 1) There was going to be a meet up after today or 2) they were going to spend the day together. Autumn would be okay with either. In fact, she'd be okay with both. Both would be perfect in her mind, and this was stupid, because Autumn wasn't acting like herself. "I like autumn," he said, and she blushed. For the billionth time. For a moment, she thought he was saying that he liked her. And for some reason it made her really happy. But of course, she had to stop herself. Because obviously, he was talking about the season. "I mean I- uh, it's an okay season." she laughed. "Just alright?" she asked with a grin. He was adorable. Wait. He was adorable? What? Autumn stopped herself for a second. She hadn't said that out loud? Right? No she didn't. But this totally wasn't like her. And it wasn't a terrible thing.. But whatever this was, she wasn't used to it at all. However it still made her feel awkward, and she was unsure of how to deal with it. So of course, she rambled. "But yeah, I mean I like it, I mean I guess it kind of matches my hair. Like you know, the red leaves, and my hair, but I actually used to be blonde. Like not bleach blonde, but I was blonde and… yeah." She blushed and bit her lip. Autumn needed to stop with this. She was about to apologize again, but then he reached to her, offering her his hand. "Do you reckon you could teach me how not fall over?" he asked. She smiled a bit. "Yeah, I think I can," she said as she reached out and held his hand, with both of hers, "C'mon." she said. She pulled him forward a bit, before reluctantly letting go. "It's like this," she said as she skate away from him, "One foot, then the other. Start out slowly. One, then the other." she tried to explain. She turned around to face him. "Skate to me." AND CITYSCAPES. words; 683 tagged; #skandar #kayleigh notes; <3 OUTFIT

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oddly enough, skandar did trust autumn. it wasn't typical conduct, was it? he imagined not many people, the normal ones anyway, waltzed up to someone strange and started holding their hand. he certainly wouldn't. unless that hand belonged to a person in particular. he nodded slightly, giving her a reassuring smile. what was the worst that could happen? he was already dead. it took all brawn he could muster to keep his hands from trembling when she reached out to touch his face yet again. "y-yeah, they a-are." he swallowed hard, hoping to have cleared his nerves in the action. "i'm more of a winter person," he commented triumphantly. the snow, the hot beverages, the canoodling. winter was hard not to love. but, then again, so was autumn. "that's the best thing about the season, i think. all that color?" the leaves, the sky, the sugary treats, her. with a somewhat hesitant start, he reached out to touch her hair. it was soft. "i'm almost sure you would look pretty with either, but i do like the red." pretty? who said pretty?

she was endearing. the way her hands seemed to wrap a single one of his in a toasty grip, the way she tugged him along with her as she glided over the ice. skandar needed to focus. his blue eyes held her at a focal point as she began to demonstrate what he needed to do. "one foot, then the other. got it," he repeated with a self-assured nod. one foot, then the other. one foot, then the other. all at once, in a blur of sorts, he pushed his right foot out shakily and fearfully pulled it back to it's previous spot. what happened next, he couldn't explain. while his feet barely moved an inch, they glided gradually over the slippery surface. "uh, wh-what's this?" he moved backwards, each muscle as tense and frigid as the ice below him. this wasn't skating to autumn, this was skating away from her, but he didn't know how to stop himself. he didn't want to move, but he couldn't risk shuffling his feet if it meant sending him hurtling down again. he didn't want to fall either. instead, he leaned over, his head hanging low and his arms dangling helplessly near his shins. "i quit," he sang amusingly. "i quit."

[autumn rachel moreau]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/fk5qwnjpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi » BRIGHT LIGHTS, She laughed as he said, "I'm more of a winter person." She grinned, "I mean, I would be too. But for the sake of my name, I'm going to say I'm an autumn person," she laughed a bit, and continued, "But I really do love winter. The snow, hot chocolate, fireplaces. Sweater weather! And cuddling weather!" she laughed. She tried to think about what it would be like: laying in bed, arms and legs tangled. Talking quietly. But she had no one to cuddle with. Not that she'd always wanted that. But for some reason, now her bones ached with longing. Winter also reminded her of the good times in her life. Her friends would go Christmas shopping together. It was a fond time for Autumn, and she always held onto those little memories. However, Autumn always love autumn. She had always felt it was her season. Maybe it was her name. Or maybe it was the way the leaves changed and let go. Or maybe it was the church under her feet as she took a walk, or the smell in the air. Maybe it was the pumpkin spice, caramel, and chair tea her favorite shop always had in the fall. Autumn just connected, with well, autumn. "That's the best thing about the season, I think. All that color?" she smiled and nodded. Yes. The color. The fire reds and golden yellows. "Definitely the best thing," she agreed. He reached out and touched her hair. She looked down and blushed. "I'm almost sure you would look pretty with either, but I do like the red," he said. Her face got redder. She didn't even think that was possible. "Yeah? You think?" she asked shyly. Autumn held onto his words. Pretty. He called her pretty. When did this ever say that? Did he really think that? Thoughts sped through Autumn's mind, a mile a minute. She tried not to think about it, but it was the only thing she could think about. "One foot, then the other. Got it," he repeated what she said. She nodded. But then he started to move, he began skating backwards. She tried not to laugh - she really tried - but her giggles escaped her mouth anyway. "Uh, wh-what's this?" he asked. She continued to giggle as she skated over, "Skandar, I can't believe you." He leaned over, his hands almost at his shins, and with a singsongy voice said, "I quit," Autumn laughed, "I quit." She grinned and put her hand on his shoulder, and gently pushed him upright again. "Well. We could continue to try, or we could go sit over in the resting area," she grinned at him. Either of the two ideas were fine with Autumn. As long as she was with him. AND CITYSCAPES. words; 493 tagged; #skandar #kayleigh notes; <3 OUTFIT

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what was happening to him? skandar was perfectly at peace skating, or at least trying to, on his own. then came the trembling joints, the sweaty palms, the shaky breath, all because of autumn. a girl he barely knew in any case, but desperately wanted to. now this. he felt a wrenching sensation in the pit of his stomach, like someone had reached into his gut with enough force to catch him off guard without physically hurting him. all from the two words that escaped the girl's mouth. cuddling weather. what did she know about that? who would she be cuddling with? did she have someone she cuddled with during the frosty season? of course she did. she was beautiful, and she was nice. those were the requirements, right? of course she'd have someone to love. this feeling, this jealousy, had to cease. "w-well, yeah," he pointed out casually. "you've got the complexion for it." he tapped her cheek lightly, taking notice of their newfound rosiness. again, he blamed it on the ice that surrounded them. the sooner he learned how to skate, the sooner they'd be in warmer climate.

not that skating was at all skandar's forte. "i almost had it, i swear!" he chuckled lightheartedly, allowing her to steady him before resting his hands on her shoulders. "n-no," he said sternly. "i'll get it right this time, let me try again." taking hold of her hand with both of his own, he rubbed it quickly between his palms before letting go. "back up a bit," there was no way he would be volunteering to skate backward again. not in this lifetime, at least. inhaling deeply, he waited for her to create the distance before shaking his arms and rolling his shoulders back enthusiastically. one foot, then the other. "one foot," he said out loud, mostly to himself, sliding his foot a short distance in front of the other. "then the other." he closed the gap slowly. he ran through it again, a lot faster this time. then again and again. "are you seeing this?" he chanted, trying his best to concentrate without throwing a triumphant fist into the air. "do you see th-" of course, nothing ever went according to plan as far as skandar was concerned. he slid across the ice faster than he intended to and, unable to cut himself short, crashed into her. the second his weight collided with her own, he wrapped his arms around her, making sure he broke their fall rather than landing on her instead. it hurt, this he was well aware of from his first fall, but he couldn't quite contain his laughter. "oops," he beamed. "i'm sorry. you're not hurt, are you?"

[autumn rachel moreau]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/fk5qwnjpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi » BRIGHT LIGHTS, Autumn didn't love. Well, that sounded harsh - she did love her friends, even her family. But she didn't know what it was like to love. To love like they did in the movies, in the books; it wasn't something she was familiar with. To love someone else so much that she couldn't imagine her world without them, was unusual. She didn't understand love. How was it supposed to feel? And if the fell in love, if ever, who would it be with? She remembered hearing a story about the red string of fate - apparently, we're connected to the one we end up with. Who was she connected to? And would she ever work it out? "W-well, yeah, you've got the complexion for it," he said as he tapped her cheek lightly. She smiled shyly again. "Thanks," she said rather quietly. For some reason, it made her really happy. It made her feel like someone was noticing her, making her special. Like someone saw her as an individual. Which was silly, because that's how her friends made her feel. She smiled at her silliness. Nothing special was going on here. They were just becoming friends. At least, that's what she told herself. But she hoped for something more; but what? Best friends? She didn't totally understand herself right now. Autumn grinned as Skandar insisted, "I almost had it, I swear!" she laughed. He rested his hands on her shoulders. She suddenly became aware of what was happening, not that it was anything new, people had put their hands on their shoulders before. But for some reason, it was different now - she was keenly aware of what was going on right now. "N-no, I'll get it right this time, let me try again," he said as he rubbed his hands over hers. She laughed, "Be careful." Autumn smiled. "Back up a bit," he told her, and she did as she was told. He rolled back his shoulders, getting ready to skate, "One foot, then the other." He said after a moment, and slowly he made his way towards her. Then faster. "Are you seeing this?" he said excitedly. Autumn laughed, "Yes! Yes, fantastic!" she clapped excitedly. "Do you see th-" was the last thing she heard, before she fell to the ground. "Eek!" she squealed and threw her arms around Skandar's neck, trying to keep herself from hurting herself too much. Did that make sense? Honestly, it was more reflex than anything. She lay there for a second. It hadn't hurt all that much, in fact the pain subsided quickly. But after there was nothing else to focus on, she realized her situation. The first thing she noticed was the weight. It wasn't all of this weight, but she could feel him on her. His arms were around her. Next thing she noticed was his breath, how close it was; she could feel it. Which of course, then lead to the fact that his face was inches away from hers. She searched his face, each feature. She looked at him, then she met his eyes. And she wanted to tear her gaze away, but she couldn't. And then she heard him laugh, and she couldn't help it, she let out a laugh too. "Oops," he smiled at her, and she laughed again. "Oops is right," she grinned at him. "I'm sorry. You're not hurt, are you?" he asked. She nodded slowly, "I'm not. I'm okay. Er," she looked up at him, "Are you okay?" AND CITYSCAPES. words; 621 tagged; #skandar #kayleigh notes; <3 OUTFIT

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this was all to unfamiliar. these feelings, this moment, his behavior. skandar wasn't like this! he didn't do these things. he kept girls at a comfortable distance, or out of sight at most, not this. holding hands, holding each other, it all started to creep up on him. it left him confused, almost so that his body ached. holding onto her gaze for a little while longer, he carefully started to peel himself off of her, sliding onto the ice. "mhmm," he nodded to himself, gazing at the ceiling for a bit. he was nervous, not as much as he had been earlier on, but far more. his palms began to moisten, his heart raced, his breathing hindered. a different kind of nervous, perhaps. the kind of nervous he used to get as a child whenever he'd lost his mother's hand in a busy supermarket, or the kind of nervous he sometimes got whenever he would walk alone to his dorm room in the dead of night or stand on higher ground. come to think of it, these weren't nerves. this was blatant fear. but why? who was this girl, and what was she doing to him?

skandar had been so consumed by his thoughts, he'd almost forgotten their predicament. only as his t-shirt began to cling to his skin with the icy water it absorbed, did he roll over onto his knees. "third time's a charm," he remarked, embarrassed. looking back on it all, he'd managed to fall to the ice three times in a little under fifteen minutes. not to mention having knocked her down as well. he was pathetic, she had to agree by now. he reached out for her hand, offering as much help as he could offer on unstable feet. "i'm sorry- i'm ruining your day." he hoped to hell he wasn't, but being crushed onto an ice rink wasn't anyone's idea of a good time, was it? "a-are you hungry?" he asked, pulling down on the hem of his t-shirt slightly in a poor attempt at straightening himself up. "i know a guy at the food stand that makes a mean grilled cheese if you ask nicely," he smirked. "unless, of course, you're meeting your boyfriend somewhere?" fingers crossed.

[autumn rachel moreau]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/fk5qwnjpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi » BRIGHT LIGHTS, Autumn had always felt alone. Somewhere deep inside, even though she had a lot of friends, she still felt that she was alone in the world. And she wasn't. She had people. But when it boiled down to her breakdowns and fits, there was no one she had to rely on. She had no one. She wasn't sure if Des knew about her breakdowns. Did she dare let people in? Only so they could hurt her again? Only so she would have to worry about people spreading it around? Ultimately, Autumn thought she was better of alone - she knew it was better just to deal with it. Autumn realized Skandar was getting up. She sat up straight, and he offered her his hand. She took it gratefully. When she was standing straight she grinned over at Skandar. "I'm sorry - I'm running your day," Skandar apologized, and Autumn laughed and smiled a bit. "On the contrary, you're making my day better," she smiled him, "I was a bit lonely until you came along." It wasn't a lie. She had been really lonely. And somehow, he had saved her. Given, it was unintentional, but he'd still managed to make her feel better. And that was all the mattered. Autumn smiled. Must she always need saving? Somehow, people seemed to come and keep her company, right when she needed it. And she was forever thankful. And more than anything, she hoped that the people would stay with her. She needed people in her life; she couldn't manage being alone. Skandar shook her out or her thoughts when he asked, "A-are you hungry? I know a guy at the food stand that makes a mean grilled cheese if you ask nicely." Autumn laughed. She would love to go for food with Skandar. She was hoping she'd spend more time with him anyway. "I'm game," she told him with a grin. "Unless, of course, you're meeting your boyfriend somewhere?" Autumn couldn't help it, she started laughing. Her? Boyfriend? "Boyfriend? What boyfriend? I don't have a boyfriend," she let out another laugh, "Me? Boyfriend? Please, there's close to nothing likable about me." She cracked a grin. She was almost flattered that he thought she was someone with a boyfriend, but she wasn't. It was plain and simple, no one liked her enough to put in an effort. Especially after they found out about her past. No one would date her if they knew. They'd probably think she was messed up. AND CITYSCAPES. words; 432 tagged; #skandar #kayleigh notes; <3 OUTFIT

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