[size=medium]"If I had a heart you're the one who should break it"[/size]
[size=small] Though the underlying reasons to her current sadness had not yet been voiced, it was the same vacant dullness that reflected from her chocolately eyes what gave the silver Ollivander a clue of what was going through the female's head. If he had not been wrong about it (something he thought to be highly probable due to his inability to comprehend the female mind), it had been his olive eyes the ones that had once sported the same emptiness she now wore in her orbs. Still, seeing her bear the same bitterness she had ironically given him at the time was not in the smallest sense rewarding.
Even in the midst of the hurt and the grief, he had never wished her wrong.
With the months, the sour little flavour she had left in his mouth had faded, only to be now revived by her gloomy expression.
This Finley, who cried in unision with the clouds was not the one he knew; not the one he remembered with fondness. And as much as it pained him, he knew that it was perhaps because of this same moment of weakness in which she collapsed, that he was able to stand before her. Had she no time for feelings? Had she no interest in them? Or had she had no time or interest for just him?
Whatever the answer was, the sudden melting of her eyes into his caused his smile to falter subtly.
Would this be just a repeat of their last encounter?
The thought made his clench his jaw tightly, he didn't want to let the moment be clouded by the events of their past run-in. He would make no mention of it, not aloud, not while she was down. Hell not ever.
Finn could be a douche, but not to that extent.
"Do you want to punch me and pretend I'm a bear?" he quipped, his voice gentle, his eyes slipping down the contour of her face in searchs of any spark, any sign that the crazy wolf he knew had not become a ghost.
"Or.. do you want me to get fucking lost?" he added hesitantly, never knowing what to expect out of Finley it was better to ask. While the memories (the good ones) he had of her were sunny, she was now pouring rain from her eyes and with the same ease she could turn into a thunderstorm.
He was willing to stand with her in the rain, in her rain, so with lingering doubt he closed the distance between them, his neck suddenly craning over her head in a slow, gentle manner.
He was no super hero but he could be a pretty damn good umbrella.
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Even in the midst of the hurt and the grief, he had never wished her wrong.
With the months, the sour little flavour she had left in his mouth had faded, only to be now revived by her gloomy expression.
This Finley, who cried in unision with the clouds was not the one he knew; not the one he remembered with fondness. And as much as it pained him, he knew that it was perhaps because of this same moment of weakness in which she collapsed, that he was able to stand before her. Had she no time for feelings? Had she no interest in them? Or had she had no time or interest for just him?
Whatever the answer was, the sudden melting of her eyes into his caused his smile to falter subtly.
Would this be just a repeat of their last encounter?
The thought made his clench his jaw tightly, he didn't want to let the moment be clouded by the events of their past run-in. He would make no mention of it, not aloud, not while she was down. Hell not ever.
Finn could be a douche, but not to that extent.
"Do you want to punch me and pretend I'm a bear?" he quipped, his voice gentle, his eyes slipping down the contour of her face in searchs of any spark, any sign that the crazy wolf he knew had not become a ghost.
"Or.. do you want me to get fucking lost?" he added hesitantly, never knowing what to expect out of Finley it was better to ask. While the memories (the good ones) he had of her were sunny, she was now pouring rain from her eyes and with the same ease she could turn into a thunderstorm.
He was willing to stand with her in the rain, in her rain, so with lingering doubt he closed the distance between them, his neck suddenly craning over her head in a slow, gentle manner.
He was no super hero but he could be a pretty damn good umbrella.
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run until you feel your lungs bleeding - by Finn - February 06, 2015, 05:42 PM
RE: run until you feel your lungs bleeding - by Finley - February 07, 2015, 06:45 PM
RE: run until you feel your lungs bleeding - by Finn - February 08, 2015, 07:50 PM
RE: run until you feel your lungs bleeding - by Finley - February 08, 2015, 08:19 PM
RE: run until you feel your lungs bleeding - by Finn - February 08, 2015, 10:13 PM
RE: run until you feel your lungs bleeding - by Finley - February 08, 2015, 10:30 PM
RE: run until you feel your lungs bleeding - by Finn - February 09, 2015, 10:23 PM
RE: run until you feel your lungs bleeding - by Finley - February 11, 2015, 07:53 PM
RE: run until you feel your lungs bleeding - by Finn - February 20, 2015, 10:19 PM
RE: run until you feel your lungs bleeding - by Finley - February 22, 2015, 11:01 AM