Post by Inez Cresswell on Mar 16, 2010 6:43:41 GMT -5
walking clock keeps talking
they sing la la la la la[/font]
so follow me down
out of this town[/font][/right]
they sing la la la la la[/font]
SO [ follow ] ME [ down ]
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Oh yes, of course she just adored his acts of stupidity. And as much as she wanted to shoot the softly spoken sentence down as soon as it appeared, the words would not slip from mentality to mouth. Perhaps that was just because saying as much would make her truly realize just how big a lie that was. So instead of haughtily replying and most likely only fueling the fire, her eyes narrowed as if daring him to go on. Another wrong move, since the awkwardness that she was finally beginning to roughly tame was just now starting to cease how actively it played a role in her actions. If he decided it would be fun to engage with more comments of how she enjoyed one of his abstract qualities.. Fortunately, he moved onto talking about how the term 'Bonbon' fit her. And at the end of the poor explanation it still made little sense. His mind worked in a different manner, indeed. He had been looking for bonbons, an act she could not empathize with, found the co-supervisor instead and decided such should be validated as an official onesided nickname? Be happy, if that's the way he thinks, your name could've just as easily been 'cherry' the first reasonable thought in days. True, very true.. And as much as that competition shouldn't of even come into existence, Bonbon won in an early knockout.
He was right about one thing though.. Someone thinking of you did incur a feeling of love. Maybe just mild adoring, but it certainly brought it to mind. It was.. nice. A nice she wasn't used to. A feeling she had long left in the dark to sit and gather dust and cobwebs, much like a bad novel sitting upon an old book shelf. And as much as it was pleasant to feel the smile on her face becoming more and more heartfelt within these past few days, the fact that Cyrano was making this phantasm of an emotion salient was frightening. Absolutely frightening.. It was guarded for a reason, kept locked away.. All for notable reasons. Call it what you would, but to feel pain within the depths of her very soul (a cliche, but the truth) was the worst one could possibly experience. All physical wounds paled in comparison.. At such thoughts, the very slight smile left upon her lips almost faded entirely but the demon's voice dragged her willing from such ponders.
His wink could be overlooked, as her thoughts were torn about it ; was it cheeky? Sardonic? Or just a normal wink? She wouldn't cast judgment just yet, with that little knowledge. It was getting difficult to separate dreams and logic, if this was the case.. Or perhaps the two were getting too close to intertwining? Once again, Inez was brought back to reality by an inquiry.
..An all too tempting one, at that. "Elimination," the redhead boldly decided, a smirk crossing her lips and a devious glint flashing in her her eyes. "If I could return the favor," Inez added, placing her gloved hand upon Cyrano's, gently placing it down and away from her hair that fell away from his touch. "Since your hair's too nicely styled for me to twirl so casually, I'm prefer it if you didn't add to my curls," she said with a smile that seemed very mixed with mock expression and actual authenticity.
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i'll [ SHOW ] you [ AROUND ]
i'll [ SHOW ] you [ AROUND ]
so follow me down
out of this town
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