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Post by emerson elizabeth ettridge on Jun 3, 2013 21:04:37 GMT -5
 [style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;] a number of WORDS FOR Evan/Miahey the first part is a nightmare and kinda depressing but WHELP OUTFIT HEREYou're my star [/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;][style=padding: 10px; text-align: left; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;] She walked into the brightly lit corridor, the school's colors everywhere around her. Confusion swept through her mind, and she looked down to find a uniform had been placed on her body. Emerson took a few tentative steps across a few small tiles, and waited for something to happen. For anything to happen.
Em continued to force her legs to walk down to a door, where she heard lot's of voices coming from. Her pace quickened as she felt like someone was watching her. As she neared the door, it burst open, revealing them. They started to advance towards Emerson, and she instinctively took a few steps back in order to avoid them.
"What the fuck are you doing here?"
"No one like you, you fuckin' freak!"
"Just go kill yourself like everyone wants you to!"
They continued to push her farther and farther back until she felt her back against the wall. Emerson whimpered, and slid down into a sitting position with her knees cradled against her chest. They all started chanting together, the same thing over and over.
"Kill your-self."
"Kill your-self."
"Kill your-self."
The only thing Emerson could do was watch as they stopped mere inches away from her, and scream as she felt the beating begin.x Emerson was having a bad night. Her roommate Ace was gone off to who-knows-where, she ran out of yorkshire tea, her nightmares had been coming back, and to top it all off, the girl in the room next to hers had brought a "friend" home. They were loud (if you know what I mean). So Em got fed up. She pulled on shoes, grabbed her board, shoved her still-packed bag over her shoulder, and made sure to slam the door on the way out. x She didn't really have a set destination in her mind, only that she needed to go somewhere to calm down. Her feet instinctively pushed her along the abandoned sidewalks, down a few roads, and across a few basketball courts. She eventually came across a path that was lit up by street lamps, and moseyed on down there in an attempt to find something to amuse herself. The only things she had found in her bag were her keys, her phone, and a few cad bury flake bars (because Emerson had this thing about never going anywhere without at least something to eat). The warm summer air felt nice against her skin as the path suddenly came to a stop at a large field. She hadn't realized in her angry haze that there wasn't actually a single cloud in the sky, and where she was in the park was far enough away form the city that you could actually see the stars. Her gaze was one of wonderment as she kept her eyes trained on the sky. Well, that is, until she heard a loud rustling and a very distinctive, "Shit, shit, shit." coming from somewhere in the large expanse of grass. 'I know that voice.' was that thought that went through her head as she picked up her board and stepped into the grass, towards the source of noise. |
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Post by Evan Gabriel Fletcher on Jun 4, 2013 9:45:11 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] hey baby won’t you look my way, I can be your new addiction Words: 679 Outfit: here Notes The cd he's listening to is our playlist <3
Evan was lying awake in bed. His roommate Nicolas was fast asleep from what he could tell, so there would be no roommate bonding conversations. Evan had almost hoped for those, seeing as Nico wasn't too keen on talking to him in general, even around the house in the morning. And he certainly wasn't going to talk to him now. At least not at twelve o'clock. Normally, Evan would be sound asleep too. In fact, he would have been asleep hours ago, if not for the constant bombardment of thoughts. Evan resented nights like these where he couldn't sleep because there was too much racing around in his mind. Sometimes, but rarely, a nice thought came about - maybe a new art project or an idea for a story. Then he'd use this time of useless consciousness to create a painting or a story for him to loose himself into - it would eventually wear him out and he would sleep and rest easy.
But no new thoughts or art or stories came to him that night. Restless, Evan got up, grabbed his telescope, a lantern, and a spare blanket. Summer nights were perfect for stargazing. Even if he was star gazing alone. He rummaged around the room [as silently as possible because you know, sleeping roommates] for his CD. One of the many CDs in his possession, but this one was different from the rest. This one was special. It was the CD that one of his exes gave him; it was filled with songs that reminded her of the two of them. Evan had disregarded it, until they broke up. He found it weeks later and listened to it out of curiosity. It made him cry for some inexplainable reason. It soon became one of his most treasured CDs. He didn't know why. Though he had liked the girl long enough to date her, he didn't love her enough to keep her. Why he kept the CD was beyond him. Nevertheless, he loved the CD's songs and memories, so he listened to it whenever he was alone. It was a private matter, in his mind, and something he didn't particularly want to share with everyone.
He eventually found the CD and his CD player, and put them in his backpack along with his telescope. Holding the blanket, he walked out of the dorm, shutting the door as quietly as possible. He escaped into the cool summer night air, hoping to find some solace for his troubled mind. He wandered until he found an open field - there was a line of trees far off, but here he was safe in the open. And in the open, he could see the stars stretched out before him on the clear starry night.
Evan spread out his blanket and lay down on it. It was puffy and comfortable, and there was enough room to fit at least three people. The notion made Evan sad, for no one was here with him, but he didn't mind all that much. He laid in the middle of the blanket, removing the contents of his bag. He switched on the lantern, enjoying the yellowish tinge of light it emitted. He took out the CD player and the telescope. He put the CD into the CD player and began playing the soft music in the background. He immediately recognized the song - "Fish" by Clara C. He really did love it. One day he hope to write a song with a similar quality about it.
With the breeze and the clear sky, Evan was enjoying himself. Until, he realized he forgot something very very important. A book. He had meant to take a book, in fact, he meant to take one of his favorite books. But the thought escaped him and now his night got worse - but only just. "Shit, shit, shit," he said to himself [because there was no one around]. So instead he just lay back and enjoyed the company of the stars, and whatever else that was out there.
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Post by emerson elizabeth ettridge on Jun 4, 2013 16:07:47 GMT -5
[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;] a number of WORDS FOR Evan/MiaYou're my star [/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;][style=padding: 10px; text-align: left; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]The night was like a security blanket for Emerson. What with her being a naturally insomniac, it had been her friend since she was around nine years old. A fear of the dark paralyzed her during the hours of the evening, and the only way she could sleep was if she opened her blinds and let the moon light shine on her. By the time she was thirteen, Emerson could sit in her room, in the dark, with a laptop and be perfectly fine. When she hit fifteen, she could go out for walks around the neighborhood. A few months before Emerson left the land of the living, she had a habit of just driving places during the early hours of the morning. She would take her dad's truck, and just go. It didn't really matter where, it was the getting there that was the best part. Driving with all the windows down, soft music playing on the stereo (only the strange obscure bands she listened to were worthy of her night rides). Emerson would go anywhere and everywhere. The food shop, the petrol station, the late night cafe on main street. Sometimes she would even drive down to the coast, even if she could only stay for an hour. Those were the best nights, she had decided. When there was nothing stopping her. When she could just drive. When she could actually breath. The salty air always managed to calm her down and put her problems into perspective. It was those nights that she treasured the most, and they were the reason why the night was a comforting friend to Em. x Emerson used to believe that night blindness was a load of bullshit. Now, not so much. Her eyes squinted as she tried to make out shapes in the darkness (heh heh, into darkness). Stumbling her way across the grass, she made out a faint yellow glow in the middle of the large field. Em made a beeline towards it, and watched as it got closer and closer. Her eyes managed to make out a figure, and another… blobby thing. A tripod? No, it's too long. Maybe… well let's be honest, she had no idea what it was at the time. By the time she was a few meters away, she had recognized the face of the figure on the blanket (and that the large blob was in fact a telescope). It was Evan. The boy that had been running through Emerson's mind. Immediately her mind thought of the whole kissing her cheek thing, and a blush started to creep it's way up to her cheeks. Em walked forward until she was at the edge of the blanket. "Uh, hey. Mind if I join you?" She bit her lip in anticipation, wondering if he even remembered who she was, or if he wanted to see again (like she had wanted to… a lot). |
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Post by Evan Gabriel Fletcher on Jun 4, 2013 19:32:55 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] hey baby won’t you look my way, I can be your new addiction Words: 470 Outfit: here Notes you can deal with the amount of words
Evan closed his eyes. He was in bliss. The music, the night air, the stars, the… everything. It was a beauty unto itself, something unbeknownst to man - the wonders of the starry night sky. Evan felt eternal - and he was, but now more than ever. The pools of dark and navy blues, the twinkling whites, the expansion of sky felt endless. And it engulfed him, it covered him up, it made him feel as though he could go anywhere, be anything, do anything. He was glad he had stayed awake, he was glad he was here, under that night sky. Watching as it shifted and moved and changed. He felt free in a world that was anything but free. He was constricted in the confines of Dirge, yet here, in that moment, he felt freer than ever before. And he was loving every moment of it.
And then a voice brought him back down. But only just.
"Uh, hey. Mind if I join you?" Evan shifted his head to the side to look up and see Emerson, the girl from the tree. He smiled a soft smile - of course she would come when he felt his most creative, free, and eternal self. She seemed to come when Evan was uncharacteristically Evan, and he really liked that. Someone was seeing him for something else. Finally. However, he wasn't totally something else. He was still Evan and he was still going to use this as an opportunity to have some fun. "Oh hey it's you. Uh, Emily right? Oh no it was Elizabeth… Wait, I know, Elisa!" he paused as if to think, then put a hand up to her face as if to shush her, "Don't tell me, I've got this. Elena. No, Eve. Ah, no, it was definitely Edith. Ohhh no, Elanor… Oh no it was Em-" he paused and grinned up at her, pretending he'd finally got it right, "ma. It was Emma, wasn't it? Right. Sorry. Hey Emma." He winked at her to show he was joking, just in case she hadn't gotten that yet. "Come here Emma, lay right here." Evan moved the telescope to his right, and patted the blanket to the left of him. He was happy for the company.
Evan shifted his eyes to the sky once more, marveling in the beauty. Nights like this were precious. He decided he should do this more often. And maybe Emerson should tag along more often. He needed the company, and somehow he already felt like he could trust Emerson. She seemed nice enough, and she didn't seem judgmental at all. It was refreshing, to say the least. He looked over at Emerson. "What brings you out here so late?"
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Post by emerson elizabeth ettridge on Jun 4, 2013 20:58:17 GMT -5
[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;] a number of WORDS FOR Evan/MiaYou're my star [/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: left; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]"Oh hey it's you. Uh, Emily right? Oh no it was Elizabeth… Wait, I know, Elisa!" A hand was thrust near her face, causing her scrunch back a bit. Did Evan really not remember her?
"Don't tell me, I've got this. Elena. No, Eve. Ah, no, it was definitely Edith. Ohhh no, Elanor… Oh no it was Em-" Evan paused and grinned up at her, and she felt like maybe he di- "ma. It was Emma, wasn't it? Right. Sorry. Hey Emma." He winked at Em, letting her know that he was actually joking, which previously she had only been about 60% sure. She smiled down at him, and scrunched up her nose with a little giggle to show him that she did, indeed, get the joke.
"Come here Emma, lay right here." He patted the recently vacated space to the left of him. She kicked off her boots, not wanting to get any dirt on the blanket he had already laid out. Her sock covered feet padded over, and she sank to her knees. She leaned over Evan's face a bit. "It's nice to see you too Edgar. Or was it Eli? I guess we'll never know." Her smile cracked through, and she adjusted herself so that she was lying beside Evan. Her eyes were filled with wonderment as she stared up into the bundles of tiny white dots that littered the sky. It was only when she heard Evan move slightly, and speak into ear, that realized just how close they were. Like, borderline touching close.
"What brings you out here so late?" Emerson felt a small tingle go down her spine at the sound of his voice. They had talked before, sure, but she hadn't taken the time to appreciate his voice. It was adorable, and comforting, and sexy as hell at the same time (which had seemed impossible to Em before, but that was the past so…). She turned her head slightly, so she could look at him as she answered.
"Couldn't sleep. I'm a natural insomniac, you see, so it's generally hard for me to have a normal sleeping schedule. That's why most of my classes are either afternoon or early evening. Pretty riveting stuff, huh?" Emerson nudged his shoulder with hers, in a joking manner, which she realized that she probably shouldn't have done afterwards because 'Ohmygod I was the one to initiate contact and I'm never like this and he probably thinks that I'm some freak that will molest him or something like that ohgodohgodohgod'.
She tried to steady out her voice before speaking again, this time in a slightly sarcastic tone. "What about yourself? I mean, obviously from your whole "good boy" vibe going on I'd expect you to go to bed at eight." Em smiled at him, and waited for his answer.
Just then she noticed the music playing in the background. "Wait.. is that Fish? Clara C?"
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Post by Evan Gabriel Fletcher on Jun 6, 2013 7:10:35 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] hey baby won’t you look my way, I can be your new addiction Words: 609 Outfit: here Notes wow my reply is shit, i'm sorry
"It's nice to see you too Edgar. Or was it Eli? I guess we'll never know," Emerson replied with a smile. Evan laughed. Clever, clever girl. He was glad she had gotten the joke, otherwise that would have been very, very awkward. "Touché," he said with a grin. She settled down next to him, and when he turned to talk to her, he realized just how close they were. Their hands were almost a few inches away, their bodies were almost touching. He could feel her warmth radiating off of her. It was nice. It felt close. If she looked his way…
"Couldn't sleep. I'm a natural insomniac, you see, so it's generally hard for me to have a normal sleeping schedule. That's why most of my classes are either afternoon or early evening. Pretty riveting stuff, huh?" she nudged his shoulder and he grinned at her. "I've never been more interested in my entire life." He was happy with the little nudge, the little touch she had just given him. He almost wanted to reach over a hold her hand but he didn't feel like he should. It would feel out of place. Sure he flirted with her, but he wasn't sure if she liked him or not, so in some cases, it was just best to keep his distance until he was sure. "What about yourself? I mean, obviously from your whole 'good boy' vibe going on I'd expect you to go to bed at eight," she smiled again, and he smiled right back. It was contagious in its own way. "Oh no, I go to bed at 7:30. Then my mommy tucks me in," he joked, but then he nodded slightly and continued, "In all honesty I'm sort of an insomniac too. But not really. Some nights I just get thousands of thoughts in my head and I can't sleep. So I'd rather be out here looking at the wonders of the world, than cooped up in my dorm room."
He was enjoying the music and the company when Emerson said, "Wait.. if that Fish? Clara C?" Evan was surprised that she knew Clara C. Clara was one of those YouTube artists that had barely taken off, but had a decent following. He had seen her once live while he was still alive. She was rather amazing, even live. Plus he met her afterwards and she was the sweetest girl ever. It was quite enjoyable and it was one of the best little concerts he'd ever been too. "Ah, yup. I'm surprised you know her," he kept his eyes on the sky, "It's on a playlist, this ah, CD." he didn't particularly want to talk about the CD more, just because it wasn't like him to go back and visit the memories of exes. Even if he didn't like her. Even if he couldn't remember her name. Hell, he didn't even remember what she looked like. He just really loved the playlist she made.
Evan picked up the telescope and looked through it. Surprisingly, he was well versed in constellations. Nights and nights of not being able to sleep had deepened his interest in the starry sky that blanketed the sleeping city [okay, so maybe the city wasn't sleeping, but still]. He knew the basics, Little Dipper and the Big Dipper. He also knew the Summer Triangle, which was clearly visible right now. Made sense, it was summer. And, of course, he could always find the North Star.
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Post by emerson elizabeth ettridge on Jun 6, 2013 21:58:23 GMT -5
[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;] 701 WORDS FOR Evan/Miawow look at that i actually did a decent sized post /gasps fill the room/ OUTFIT HEREYou're my star [/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: left; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]"It's on a playlist, this ah, CD." Evan told her, keeping his eyes trained on the sky. Emerson stared at his profile, looking at the way his jaw tightened slightly. She took that as a sign to drop the subject, so she turned her head back so she was facing the vast darkness that was the night sky. The stars were sprinkled across it, like powdered sugar on a cake with blackish-purplish-blueish icing. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Evan pick up the telescope to look through, most likely to look at the tiny white lights in the dark. Em had always took comfort in the reliability of stars. They were there when they were supposed to be, and even when they left you knew they would be back. They were a constant in a world of unsettling variables.
Her eyes wandered across the sky, picking up the random constellations that her father had taught her to spot. Stargazing had been a hobby of his that he always included her in, going all the way back to when she was eight. He would take her outside, wrap a blanket around the two of them, and he would point out the constellations to her. Her father had always made sure to point out the ones based off of greek myths, as she had had an obsession with them when she was little.
Her favorite constellation was always hercules. Every single summer, her father and her would sit outside late into the night, and every single summer he would carry her inside (until she hit about twelve; then he began to (lovingly) complain about how heavy she was getting). They would do this every night until one of them would spot the entirety of Hercules. It was always a moment of pure, unadulterated joy that made every night that they had spent outside completely worth it.
Thinking back on those precious moments with her father, Emerson started to feel a bit melancholy. She missed him. A lot. You see, Emerson never really had a real connection with her mother. Her older sister had taken up that spot. When she was little, around four or five, she used to feel left out when her mum would take Eleanor out to the shops without her. So instead, she hung out with her dad. He was much more easy going than her mother, and looking back on it, Em couldn't help but wonder what had made her fall in love with him (or him with her).
Absentmindedly, Emerson's eyes began to search for Hercules. It was summer, after all. She scanned the sky, looking for the key constellations that would help her identify the elusive set of stars. She found the Summer Triangle, which led to Hydra, which, when you followed down it's "body", led to Hercules. He was there. Up in the sky, looking down on her. It was like suddenly, her dad was there. That was her connection to him here. The stars and their constants always (quite ironically) brought her back down to earth (or dirge, or whatever). She smiled at the stars, and mouthed the words, "I miss you. And I love you." to them.
Shaking her head a bit to get out of her stuck-in-the-past mindset, Emerson turned over onto her side so that she was fully facing Evan. She wanted to learn more about him. Unravel him. Figure him out, so to speak. He was just so… perfectly not perfect. He was obviously very gifted in the looks department, and his charisma was through the roof. But there were still things that had gone unexplained. Like why he had put away his sketchbook when she mentioned it in passing. Or why he liked looking at stars. Just things that she wanted to know. Things that she thought made him… well, him.
She decided to be the one to break the silence, the darkness and the quiet hum of music in the background spurring her temporary confidence.
"So. What's your favorite food?" A stupid inquiry, of that there was no question. But it was something, and it was always the little somethings that ended up mattering in the end.
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Post by Evan Gabriel Fletcher on Jun 21, 2013 22:03:26 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] hey baby won’t you look my way, I can be your new addiction Words: 470 Outfit: here Notes oh hey there
Evan heard Em shift beside him and he put the telescope down to look at her. She had rolled onto her side, and so Evan followed in suit. He turned to face her. "So." Em began, breaking the silence. "So." Evan repeated. "What's your favorite food?" Em asked, and Evan grinned. "Ahhh, sushi," Evan grinned over at her, "How about you?" he paused a second. He was thinking about just letting her ask him anything she wanted. Anything at all. And he would answer. Maybe truthfully, but it depended on the question. There were some things he had to keep to himself. "Is this the question game again? You know, you could always just ask my anything. I am willing to answer. Most things. Just go for it."
It had been awhile since Evan had been completely and totally honest. It was hard when he knew that if he took one tiny step in the wrong direction, some girls might freak out. It had happened before, and was going to happen again. People in general were just very fragile, crazy things. And sometimes it only takes a poke to break them. But he felt Emerson could probably withstand more than that. And maybe that's what he liked about her - she wasn't someone he had to be cautious around. He knew he was fine just talking normally like he would with one of his best mates. She wasn't really expecting anything except for him to be who he always was, and that was something he rather liked. Most of the girls he dated saw him as some prince, and whenever he made a joke that wasn't to their liking, they got all huffy and puffy. Because he wasn't the prince they had imagined after all.
Evan shifted his eyes back to Emerson, and he studied her carefully. This light, this low glow from the lamp suited her. She looked really rather gorgeous, and without thinking, he reached out and touched her cheek lightly, pushing away any loose strands. After a few moments, he just let his hand drop, keeping it close to her face, but still close to her hand. He just wanted to know whether or not she liked him or not. And it wasn't like he couldn't read girls, no, he could. He just wanted to be sure this time. He just wanted to know it was okay. Because Em was almost too good to be true. She was beautiful, clever, nice, and best of all, she didn't seem to expect anything. And she just seemed genuinely interested in him as a person and his stories he had to tell. And it wasn't really one-sided. Evan was rather interested in the girl laying across from him.
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Post by emerson elizabeth ettridge on Jun 21, 2013 23:00:57 GMT -5
[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;] like 500 something, hell if i know WORDS FOR Evan/Miahey you're asleep next to me right now kinda weird but yeah OUTFIT HEREYou're my star [/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: left; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]"Ahhh, sushi," Evan said with a grin. "How about you?" Em thought about it for a moment, as favorite foods should never be taken lightly.
Pasta? No.
Cake? No.
Slim Jims? Gross.
A food floated across her thoughts, and just as it came to her she said-, "Ribs. Quite American, I know, but British cuisine sucks and it makes great comfort food." A small smile directed towards her male company graced her lips, and she scrunched up her nose when her mind registered that he was looking at her as well.
"Is this the question game again? Evan asked. "You know, you could always just ask me anything. I am willing to answer. Most things. Just go for it." Emerson let out a small, breathy giggle at his inquiry. "I guess it could be. Okay. So, umm… how long have you been star watching? I'm quite curious actually."
She watched him with rapt attention while he answered her question. It just seemed like every part of him fascinated her. And that voice, oh my good godzilla, that voice. It was just heavenly to listen to, and if there was anything Emerson had ever paid attention to in the opposite sex was their voice. Emerson shifted her attention back to Evan's actual words, and noticed that his voice had tapered off and then (in the midst of ohmygod his hand is coming towards me what if he pushes me away because I'm creepily close ohmygod ohmygod), the thing happened. His fingers gently brushed against her cheek, pushing aside any stray strands of hair that had fallen on her face. They lingered there for a moment, before landing to rest next to Emerson's hand. But she could still feel where his fingers were, as the places where they touched her skin were burning and she had flutterflies in her stomach and it was so glorious and so goddamn nerve-wracking at the same time and it made all of her thoughts rush together like a sentence in Catcher in the Rye.
Em's eyes slowly moved down so that she could see their hands resting a few mere centimeters away from each other. And again, she didn't know if it was the nighttime, or Evan's comforting presence, or simply a moment of pure insanity, but she took his hand in hers.
For a few seconds, she lets their fingers just linger together in a mass of flesh and bone. But when she felt that if she didn't do something she'd probably die of embarrassment, she gently guided his hand up so that his fingertips were aligned with the stars of- "Cassiopeia. It's one of my favorites." she turned her head so she could actually look at him again. "Do you have a favorite? Constellation, I mean."
And all the while, she never once let go of his hand.
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Post by Evan Gabriel Fletcher on Jul 6, 2013 23:18:21 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] hey baby won’t you look my way, I can be your new addiction Words: 563 Outfit: here Notes you owe me posts
"Ribs," Emerson replied, and Evan just grinned. For some reason that seemed so Emerson to not like something "girly" like cupcakes. Though she probably did. But seriously. Ribs? What girl said ribs? It was totally unique and Evan appreciated it. Em continued, "Quite American, I know, but British cuisine sucks and it makes great comfort food." Evan nodded. "That's respectable. I can respect your love of ribs." He laughed a bit and continued to look at her. She scrunched up her nose when she turned to look at him, and his heart skipped a beat. Evan had to look away, as impossible as that was. He was never really attracted to any girl; at least on a personal level. He liked a pretty face and that was basically his only criteria. He didn't intend on keeping a constant relationship, why should he? It was so much work and effort he wasn't willing to put in. And he always told himself that when the time came, he'd meet the girl that would drive him insane and make him want to have something solid. And he did actually meet that girl.
Evan just didn't anticipate the fact that he'd have to die to meet her.
Emerson's voice brought him back down to Dirge. "I guess it could be," Emerson giggled and Evan looked at her again, "Okay. So, umm… how long have you been star watching? I'm quite curious actually." Evan let out a low whistle. How long had he been stargazing? It had been ages and ages, Evan didn't really remember how it began, "Ah, of course it's a hard question. Hum. Well, I'd like to say since I was a kid. Any time I couldn't sleep I'd just climb onto the roof and sit there for a bit. It's a habit, I guess," Evan looked over at her, "Is that a good answer? Does it impress you?" he joked.
Evan looked down at their hands, surprised that Em had taken his hand in hers. He grinned a bit at the thought of it. After a few moments, she took his hand and pointed it upward to the sky, "Cassiopeia. It's one of my favorites. Do you have a favorite? Constellation, I mean." Full of surprises, this one. She actually knew constellations. Evan didn't know many, he had to admit, but he did have one that he liked to look at, "Well, it's not really a favorite. I just like finding it. The summer triangle? It's just easy to find, so I like looking at it. And what can I say, math is thrilling," he added sarcastically.
The two of them laying there felt so right, Evan didn't want to move. But when he stopped thinking about Emerson so much and actually focused on their surroundings, he heard the starting notes of Bones by Lewis Watson. He let go of her hand and sat up straight. Now, he could take risk and do something embarrassing, or just lay back down… But lets be honest, cheesy is his middle name. He jumped up, stood in front of Emerson, legs straight. With one arm behind his back, and the other outstretched towards Emerson, he bowed, saying, "M'lady, if you'll let me have this dance."
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Post by emerson elizabeth ettridge on Jul 7, 2013 13:11:51 GMT -5
[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;] a number of WORDS FOR Evan/MiaYou're my star [/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: left; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]"Ah, of course it's a hard question. Hum. Well, I'd like to say since I was a kid. Any time I couldn't sleep I'd just climb onto the roof and sit there for a bit. It's a habit, I guess." Emerson smiled at his reply, happy that she had successfully chosen good company. And hopefully, the company would last longer than just the night.
Evan spoke again. "Is that a good answer? Does it impress you?" Laughing a bit, she nodded her head enthusiastically. "Oh yeah, completely. You sure know how to impress the female population. I bet you were quite the cheeky bugger in your past life." She smiled at him, and squeezed his fingers lightly.
After asking her second question, he replied quickly (but still didn't remove his hand from hers, a relief on her part). "Well, it's not really a favorite. I just like finding it. The summer triangle? It's just easy to find, so I like looking at it. And what can I say, math is thrilling." Emerson giggled lightly (Whoa, wait, no, Emerson did not giggle. What was this boy doing to her?) at his words. "Can't disagree with you there. I've always been more of a history person myself."
It wasn't until a few moments later that Evan moved. And of course, Emerson immediately started thinking 'ohmygod ohmygod I ruined it somehow he's gonna leave ohmygod why do I always do thi- wait. Evan bowed, and presented one of his hands to her.
"M'lady, if you'll let me have this dance." he asked, with all the politeness of a proper British gentleman. Emerson smiled and bit her lip, contemplating what to say that would keep the playful mood going. She sat up so she was on her knees, and stared up at him.
"Why, I do believe that I would love to dance with you, good sir." Em accepted his hand, and pulled herself upwards and into his arms. Standing in front of him, she curtseyed delicately. She put one of her hands on his shoulder, and the other was clasped in Evan's other hand. As they started turning in sync, she laid her head on his chest (because, you know, the whole being the shortest fucking person ever. I mean like, come on, who the hell was still under 160cm at 18? No one, except for Emerson apparently). The combination of the warm night air, the calm (yet so utterly mood-setting) music, and the comforting embrace of Evan, made Emerson's eyes flutter shut. And as they twirled together, Emerson murmured a few words. "I like this," she paused for a moment, letting herself steel her nerves. "I like being here with you."
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