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Post by momo on Feb 22, 2012 0:03:35 GMT -5
The wind blew stronger today, so his layers of clothing increased as well. Rhye's blue and yellow scarf set snug around his black, knee-length coat, a plaid brown and black button-up underneath everything, and black-wash jeans. His tan loafers clicked quietly as he made his way to the middle of the bridge where he was meeting Ophelia. He sent a message to her from the Owl Observatory and told her it was urgent. He needed to tell her everything. After the breakdown the other night, she needed to be given an explanation.
He looked out over the west side of the fields. White capped trees and grassy green meadows covered the grounds. He was so lucky to call this place home now, to be here with people like him, even if he really didn't fit in. His hair flipped back as a wind tore through. He buried his nose into his scarf, his fingerless gloves slippery as he grabbed the railing in exasperation. Rhye buttoned up his coat and went back to leaning on the railing. He was a little early, but that was always the case. The Ravenclaw couldn't help but sigh into his scarf, his muscles tense under his clothing.
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Post by thatgirl on Feb 22, 2012 0:30:38 GMT -5
Ophelia couldn't shake the feeling of pure panic that racked through her body when she recalled the note she received by owl asking her to meet Rhye at the bridge. He said it was urgent, and urgent never boded well. It had only been a few days since their Valentines Day incident. She thought things were going well, but apparently she had over looked something. She racked her brain for everything that could have gone wrong. She remembered their heated moments.
'Perhaps I put myself out there the wrong way.' She worried. 'Maybe it has to do with me always running late.' She continued to recall things that she had probably done wrong. And with that thought she rushed down the stair from the dormitory, taking the steps two at a time, and into the common room.
'I must have done something.' She had just stepped outside of the large fruit portrait that hid the Hufflepuff common rooms when she froze. 'It's Finley. He must have gotten to Rhye. Or Rhye had finally decided she wasn't worth the battle.' She nodded her head in affirmation to herself, deciding that that had to be the reason. All her other thoughts were silly. But this one, this one made perfect sense. It was her worst fear, and something she had often times thought about since the day in the Library with Charles. A tear slid down her cheek as she reached the Entrance Hall and she wiped it away angrily, mentally preparing herself for a huge emotional blow.
'What if it was too much to handle?' She thought as she burrowed into her black fur coat and her large Hufflepuff scarf. 'What if this leads her down a path of darkness that Finley had taken?' Her younger brother Duncan flashed into her mind. He was laughing and smiling with a Muggle Born from Gryffindor. She shook her head. 'Nothing will push me onto the path Finley has chosen.'
Ophelia sighed and continued to walk without really thinking about where she was going. The night before she had asked one of her dorm mates where the bridge was. She told them what the note said, they all seemed to think like she was. Leaving her alone for the rest of the night. Ophelia came to the top of the hill and stopped. She saw Rhye in the distance, on the bridge pacing. He leaned against the railing before walking again.
"Gah! Why do awful things always happen to me?" She said angrily to whatever gods happened to be listening. She shook her head vigilantly willing away any tears and whatever deep red had begun to sink into her roots. She had to be prepared for the worse. She put on a brave facade and approached the bridge.
Ophelia tensed as she approached Rhye, trying to keep her mind and face as blank as possible. 'Ready for anything.'
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Post by momo on Feb 22, 2012 0:42:54 GMT -5
It was quiet, and the littlest noise Rhye seemed to detect. Her footsteps. He turned sharply to where they were coming from. Ophelia. From that distance, he already knew she was crying. "Oh no." He huffed, jogging to meet her before she thought anything was wrong. He reached her and stopped a step or two in front of her, his eyes locking on hers. He lifted his hand to wipe away her tears that were still there, no matter how hard she would try and suppress them.
"Baby, don't cry. Before anything happens, this is not in the least bit about us. I swear." He didn't want her coming into this conversation worried sick. With that said, he reached out and took her hand, carefully pulling her into him so he could get his arms around her like he loved to do. "You're my favorite." He whispered softly, taking in her usual scent, rubbing her back softly. "I would never hurt you, I promise. I couldn't do this to you- so don't even worry. Remember? No regrets- I'm not going anywhere." He kissed her head so she would calm down then tugged on her arm, interlocking his fingers within hers, making their way down the bridge.
"This isn't about us," he eyed her, assuring her, "it's about me. It's about my problems. It's about why I broke down the other night." Rhye took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and exhaled. 'Breathe. In and out, boy. You can get through this.' His mom's voice reassured him softly, in that French accent he missed so deeply. "It's about why I act the way I do, think the way I do. It's about why I don't fit in." He stroked her arms before releasing his hold on her hand, nervously running his hand through his hair, waiting for her reaction before he would go any further in explanation.
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Post by thatgirl on Feb 22, 2012 1:35:22 GMT -5
Ophelia watched as Rhye jogged to meet her halfway. Her face was dry, okay, well maybe not completely. A few stray tears had broken the barriers, and she was surprised and embarrassed that Rhye had taken notice. He tried to make eye-contact, but she looked away.
"Baby, don't cry. Before anything happens, this is not in the least bit about us. I swear."
She surprised even herself by snorting her suspicions. She finally looked up at him guiltily, willing him to continue. Rhye tugged at her hand and she took a step forward so he could wrap his arms around her securely.
"You're my favorite. I would never hurt you, I promise. I couldn't do this to you- so don't even worry. Remember? No regrets- I'm not going anywhere."
She breathed more easily once he started rubbing her back. "It's only a matter of time." She muttered very quietly to herself. 'Stop that Ophelia. That is ridiculous.' She chastised herself. They made their way to the bridge with their hands entwined.
A few more tears of relief escaped her eyes and she casually brushed them away. She wanted to sob in relief, and given another moment, she would have broken down, confessing all her self doubts, but all thoughts on herself and her upset was put on hold with Rhye's next words.
"This isn't about us, it's about me. It's about my problems. It's about why I broke down the other night. It's about why I act the way I do, think the way I do. It's about why I don't fit in."
She stopped and looked directly at him, any possible tear flow of hers stemmed. She frowned at him and cocked her head to the side, deciding to address something now.
"Rhye, you fit in just fine. You are one of the smartest students in this school. You are sweet, you are kind, and you go out of your way to help people. How could you possibly not fit it?" She wanted to smile, but she didn't feel like it was the time.
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Post by momo on Feb 22, 2012 2:01:15 GMT -5
"Rhye, you fit in just fine. You are one of the smartest students in this school. You are sweet, you are kind, and you go out of your way to help people. How could you possibly not fit it?"
Rhye shook his head slowly. "You don't understand. I'm a Muggle-Born in a school run by Death Eaters. I could slip up one day and they could kill me- easy as that. They hate me here. I hate myself sometimes, too. If I was a pureblood, this wouldn't be so hard to take." Rhye's hands slowly balled up into fists, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked at the School walls ahead of him. "I go everyday here, sensoring myself because if I were to mess up, I'd be dead. I wouldn't have you, I wouldn't have my powers. I would miss you so much. You remember when I torched a Death Eater's bird? Yeah, I do too. I can't forget. It's been running through my head all the time. If something were to happen to you, I'd die inside. If he were to come here and hurt you because of me, I would never live with myself. On the other hand, if he did something to me, Ophelia," Rhye looked at her, a disgusting fire raging in his eyes, "it wouldn't be so terrible. They want my kind dead, right? I get what's coming to me. Isn't that sick? Isn't that disgusting?" He stretched his arm out, signaling to the world around him.
"This world loves to make me the happiest man alive. It accomplished that by giving me a big heart and someone to give it to." Rhye's fire died down. "It loves me enough to give me the chance to look at you every single day and know that I am going to get to spend the rest of my life with you. Muggle-born or not, I love you so much. This world loves me in that aspect."
He turned on his heels, his hands tangling in his hair as he braced himself for the explosion of emotions about to come next though. He turned to face her, a sad look upon his features as he groaned out in what seemed to be agony.
"But it sure bloody hates me in taking away my childhood, my sanity. When you were little, did you have a best friend? I had five. They were my life. And one morning we were supposed to go on a field trip," Rhye's eyes lowered to the railing, his hands clasping the bars for support, " WE were supposed to go together. I was too sick with a bad fever- and that evening when they were supposed to get dropped off, I waited at my window." Rhye's legs met up with him, trembling terribly as he took a deep breath, tears rolling down his face at this point. He couldn't breathe for a moment, he looked away from Ophelia like she did earlier and let out a soft cry of pain.
"My Mom told me they got hurt coming home, and I cried all that night. It turns out they got into a bad bus wreck on their way home. They all died that night, in the hospital. Every last one of them, while I- the mudblood too sick to go- was at home. I didn't talk for weeks." He let go of the bars and stood, stifling his stutters and uneasy breaths as he spoke.
"It should have been me on that bus." Rhye looked at her with the sincerest of eyes, his nose and cheeks a deep shade of red. "I've blamed myself ever since. They died without me. It should have been me," Rhye grabbed at his chest, "... should've been me."
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Post by thatgirl on Feb 22, 2012 2:42:05 GMT -5
"You don't understand. I'm a Muggle-Born in a school run by Death Eaters." Ophelia winced at the emotion behind his words. He had said it so fiercely that she was forced to truly realize what it must feel like to be in a school run by people who want you dead. 'A prison...'
"I could slip up one day and they could kill me- easy as that. They hate me here. I hate myself sometimes, too. If I was a pureblood, this wouldn't be so hard to take."
"I think if you were a Pure Blood, you would be dealing with different issues. And there is always the chance that you would have been raised in a different household, been sorted into a different house, and been raised as a pompous brat. I may have never gotten to know you and I may have never fallen in love with you." She said evenly. Rhye was still looking off into the distance, facing away from her, and that was okay with her. She just needed to speak reason and hope that it seeped into his stubborn head. She watched as he balled his hands into fists.
"I go everyday here, sensoring myself because if I were to mess up, I'd be dead."
"In a way we all do." She said in a soft pathetic voice. "Muggle Borns unfairly more so then others, but I would be dead now if I said what came to my mind in these classes. Every time I see a Death Eater in the hallways I want to spit at them and say, 'Fuck you,' but I can't." Ophelia walked up behind him and placed her right hand on his back, rubbing it. Her left hand rested on his left hand and her head on his shoulder. She listened to him continue.
"...I can't forget. It's been running through my head all the time. If something were to happen to you, I'd die inside. If he were to come here and hurt you because of me, I would never live with myself."
"He wouldn't." She assured him. She wasn't entirely sure. The worst she could imagine him doing was dragging her out of the school and literally forcing her to get the Mark by wand-point. She shuttered at the thought. She was so upset by Rhye's words, but vowed to hold all emotions in until the end.
"...I get what's coming to me. Isn't that sick? Isn't that disgusting?" He stretched his arm out, signaling to the world around him.
Ophelia took a step back so he could address the world. She wanted to cry her heart ached so bad. "Baby," She said, but he cut her off and continued.
"This world loves to make me the happiest man alive. It accomplished that by giving me a big heart and someone to give it to. It loves me enough to give me the chance to look at you every single day and know that I am going to get to spend the rest of my life with you. Muggle-born or not, I love you so much. This world loves me in that aspect."
She was officially crying. She watched as he tangled his hands in his hair in frustration and braced herself, but refusing to move away. Her heart broke into a thousand pieces when he turned to her with his agonized eyes and let out a pitiful sound. She stroked his cheek. Rhye looked away and continued.
"...I waited at my window." Rhye dropped to the ground, breathing deeply and tears falling freely now. Her own tears fell as he cried out in emotional pain. She sat down beside him, resting a comforting hand on his knee and squeezing.
"...while I- the mudblood too sick to go- was at home..." Ophelia watched as he stood up again. So up she went to stand beside him. She stopped him with a hand on his chest.
"No Rhye. I never want to hear you call yourself a Mudblood again. You do that, and they win. Finley wins, Voldemort wins. They all win. That is a nasty name Wizards came up with. You are more of a Wizard then half of the people here at this school, and I would gladly give my life for you. Finley will never hurt me as long as you're okay. Never say that if you were to be killed it would all be fine. because let me tell you something right now, if you go, I go. One way or another." She looked him seriously in the eyes and felt her hair turn a deep red.
"It should have been me on that bus." Rhye looked at her with the sincerest of eyes, his nose and cheeks a deep shade of red. "I've blamed myself ever since. They died without me. It should have been me," Rhye grabbed at his chest, "... should've been me."
Ophelia cried. "Should have been you?" She repeated. "Should have been you the that died? How- how could you say that? Thing happen. People die. If- if you would have died, I would be a Death Eater right now. That day you found me in the clearing- that day I was planning on sending my brother a letter telling him to expect me in the summer. My resolve had disappeared. I had no fight in me and I was ready to be emotionless, I couldn't handle fighting my brother, my best friend any longer. You saved me, Rhye. You saved me and countless other people that I could have- that could have been victims. Please don't ever give up. You can't blame yourself for something you had no control over. What if it was Magic related? For all you know, it could have involved Wizards, and the Muggle's never knew about it." She cried and looked at him sadly.
"If- if you had died. I would be alone. Miserable and alone. You say it should have been you, but why would you rather be dead, instead of being here with me?" She squeezed his hands. She did not want to make this about her, but she had to start somewhere. He needed to see that he didn't truly believe what he was saying.
"We can leave." She whispered. "We can leave tonight. You, me, and Duncan. I will go to the ends of the earth with you. Just promise me you won't do anything stupid?" She couldn't get the image of a coffin and gravestone out of her mind. She closed her eyes.
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Post by momo on Feb 22, 2012 3:46:59 GMT -5
Rhye watched as Ophelia cried with him though a misty eyesight. He couldn't understand completely, but when she got to the part where she admitted she was about to send her brother a letter in acceptance, he broke down even more. His hands went to his face and he hit the floor like a ragdoll, bunched up in a ball.
"It's selfish of me to say that it should- should have been me. I just couldn't cope with losing everyone in the world I had grown up with in one night. When my powers were coming in, that's when it happened. I blamed myself so often, every night, that it became a constant in my life. I came here to control my magic, but I'm on my own now." Rhye felt up for Ophelia's hand, then he felt her squeeze his. He cried out again. "Everything changed when I met you. It became a personal war between who people think me to be, what this school thinks me to be, and I don't feel like I'm winning. Everything I stand for has been flipped around, you're my top priority, and I want to make everything in the world better for you."
Rhye wiped his face lazily, tears still strewn across his cheeks as he looked up. He pulled her down to sit on his lap and began to trace circles in her hand. She mentioned something about leaving with Duncan. He shook his head. "Duncan likes it here, he's excelling here. Don't take that away from him."
He closed his eyes and pictured Ophelia and himself years from now, graduated and in their home again with children. He squeezed her hand extra tight and held it to his chest so she could feel his heart take race.
"I want to live to make this world safe for you and our unborn children. I want to make it safe so we can live together, raise OUR family, and love our children peacefully. No threats of anybody." Rhye opened his eyes, now a misty grey in color, and looked up at her. He wasn't crying, but he was sniffling. He ran his hand through her hair and tucked it behind her ear. "My parents would love you..."
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Post by thatgirl on Feb 22, 2012 4:25:50 GMT -5
Through damp eyes she saw Rhye slide to the ground and curl up into a ball. She stood beside him and ran her hand through his hair.
"...I came here to control my magic, but I'm on my own now."
"No baby, you aren't alone at all." She said to him, leaning down to kiss him on the cheek.
"Everything I stand for has been flipped around, you're my top priority, and I want to make everything in the world better for you."
Ophelia didn't really know what to say to that. There was so much she wanted to say, so much she needed to say. But she really didn't know how to get it across. Rhye wiped his face lazily, tears still strewn across his cheeks as he looked up. He pulled her down to sit on his lap and began to trace circles in her hand.
"Rhye, baby, I hate that you feel this way. Look, you have one more year in this place and then you are done. You never have to return. Harry Potter and his friends, well, they are doing something to help. I don't know what, but they are. I have faith that they will succeed. And then we won't have to worry. I- I would stop finley if i had to." She said confidently with a nod. She kissed his tears away from his cheeks and under his eyes.
"Duncan likes it here, he's excelling here. Don't take that away from him."
"Are you sure? If we left I'm sure I could get him into a better school." She suggested, looking down at his hands that held hers.
"I want to live to make this world safe for you and our unborn children. I want to make it safe so we can live together, raise OUR family, and love our children peacefully. No threats of anybody."
Ophelia closed her eyes and rested her head against his chest to better hear his heart. She imagined the scene he described.
"Baby Rhye," she laughed softly, picturing a bouncy stubborn baby boy. Rhye ran his hand through her hair and tucked it behind her ear.
"My parents would love you..."
"I should hope so, I would be awfully sad if they didn't approve of me." She grinned. "You are the light of my world Rhye Alexendre. I can't wait to start our life together."
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Post by momo on Feb 22, 2012 4:43:23 GMT -5
Harry Potter and his friends would be triumphant over the evils holding this school, and when that happened, even if Rhye had been graduated, he'd come back and take the love of his life home to meet his parents. He could see it already. His Mom had always told him that he'd find a special young lady that'd he'd fall head over feels in love with. He always pretended to gag, not being interested at all. Funny how it turns out, huh.
"Your brother doesn't know the feeling of being in love, so he will never win. No matter his strength, we conquer all." Rhye declared freely, confidently.
Although everything sounded so perfect, he couldn't go through with that. "No, he's made friends here. And I know a thing or two about losing them." He looked down and wiped his eyes off fully. Rhye cleared his throat and rested his hands on her lap, holding her own hands in his. They were the perfect Hogwarts couple. "We're the perfect love story." He chuckled, massaging her hands softly.
When she said 'Baby Rhye', his heart stopped beating. "I want you to be the mother of my children. I want you and I to live together happily, forever, with children to take all our traits and cause havoc and mayhem- but even if they're truly crazy, we'll still love them." He beamed, getting really ecstatic all of a sudden. "I know I'm going to marry you. That's for certain. Can you believe it? The stealer of my spot in the clearing was meant to be my future wife."
"I should hope so, I would be awfully sad if they didn't approve of me." She grinned. "You are the light of my world Rhye Alexendre. I can't wait to start our life together."
His eyes caught fire again. A passionate candle flame roared within, and he pulled her chin down, kissing her as if he'd been gone for years and was just now home again. His free hand squeezed tight on her other one.
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Post by thatgirl on Feb 22, 2012 5:01:27 GMT -5
Ophelia nodded in agreement, wanted to drop the topic of Finley, who she no longer wanted to refer to as her brother.
"No, he's made friends here. And I know a thing or two about losing them." Rhye looked down and wiped his eyes off fully and Ophelia used her thumbs to dry every last tear spot. Rhye cleared his throat and rested his hands on Ophelia's lap, holding her own hands in his. "We're the perfect love story." He chuckled, massaging her hands softly.
"We are, aren't we? My first and last relationship." She mused.
"I want you to be the mother of my children. I want you and I to live together happily, forever, with children to take all our traits and cause havoc and mayhem- but even if they're truly crazy, we'll still love them. I know I'm going to marry you. That's for certain. Can you believe it? The stealer of my spot in the clearing was meant to be my future wife."
Ophelia wanted to make some clever remark, but nothing but cheesy lines presented themselves. So she settled with, "Is that your way of proposing?" She leaned back and looked at him. Her heart stopped. He had of course hinted, and called her Mrs Alexendre, but this- this just made it all too real.
"Well it is definitely a good thing that I want you, my crazy stubborn future husband, to father my babies. I want them to have your charm and respect. From you they will learn how to respect their partners. Their future spouses will be lucky!" She kissed him with a smile playing on her lips.
"I should hope so, I would be awfully sad if they didn't approve of me." She grinned. "You are the light of my world Rhye Alexendre. I can't wait to start our life together." Rhye pulled on her gin and placed a kiss, like none she had ever received before, on her lips.
"You seem ready to start a family now," She teased, kissing him again. "I still need to take you flying."
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Post by momo on Feb 22, 2012 5:14:42 GMT -5
"Is that your way of proposing?" She leaned back and looked at him.
Rhye snorted lightly, shaking his head. "When I actually propose, you'll know it." He chuckled half-heartily, exhausted from the emotional roller coaster he's been in the past few days.
"Well it is definitely a good thing that I want you, my crazy stubborn future husband, to father my babies. I want them to have your charm and respect. From you they will learn how to respect their partners. Their future spouses will be lucky!"
The Ravenclaw couldn't help but have a smug grin on his face. "What makes you think, if we have a girl, that she'll be getting married? She'll be lucky if I let her go to Hogwarts, let alone meet a boy." He looked at her suspiciously. "Daddy's always get nervous when they deal with their baby girls." He smiled lightly. Rhye would be a father someday. A great father, a devout father. And he would make Ophelia proud to be his wife. He'd put them first, always.
"You seem ready to start a family now," She teased, kissing him again.
Rhye moaned against her lip playfully, winking. "The fun part is making the family. The hard part is raising them." He placed his hand on her stomach, imagining her being pregnant in the future with his kid. He'd be so happy for her to carry his child.
"I still need to take you flying."
He shook his head. "Nope." Simple as that. He hated flying.
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Post by thatgirl on Feb 22, 2012 5:30:53 GMT -5
"When I actually propose, you'll know it." Ophelia, much like Rhye had done to her earlier, lifted his hand to her own speeding heart and said, "I look forward to it."
"What makes you think, if we have a girl, that she'll be getting married? She'll be lucky if I let her go to Hogwarts, let alone meet a boy. Daddy's always get nervous when they deal with their baby girls."
Ophelia chuckled. "Only to a boy you approve of though, right? And our son won't be allowed out of the house until he graduates then. You know boys only want one thing." She teased.
Rhye moaned against her lip playfully winking and for the millionth time since they have known each other, Ophelia laughed. "The fun part is making the family. The hard part is raising them." He placed his hand on her stomach.
Ophelia gasped and batted his hand away playfully. "Rhye, I'm only fifteen. Much- much to early to be discussing this." She laughed. "But I do concede your point. Making, very fun." She winked at him.
Rhye shook his head in regards to flying, which only served to peek Ophelia's interest anymore. "Any why not?" Though still sitting comfortably in Rhye's lap, she placed her hands on her hips.
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Post by momo on Feb 22, 2012 5:43:44 GMT -5
"Only to a boy you approve of though, right? And our son won't be allowed out of the house until he graduates then. You know boys only want one thing." She teased.
Rhye nodded, innocently. "Indeed, they want food." He laughed hard, his eyes lifting in the corners like there was some Asian hiding in there somewhere. He pushed at her playfully, only enough to make her upper half move back a bit. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding. Sheesh."
Rhye shook his heads in regard to flying."And why not?" Though still sitting comfortably in Rhye's lap, Ophelia placed her hands on her hips.
He shook his head in silence, acting like a two year old. "I like the ground. I'll stay on the ground." He smiled up at her, a cheesy expression plastered on his face. His hand scratched the back of his head nervously. "Plus I kind of failed miserably at my flying classes..."
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Post by thatgirl on Feb 22, 2012 5:54:35 GMT -5
"Indeed, they want food." Ophelia laughed so hard her side went into stitches and to her upmost embarrassment she snorted a few times while trying to catch her breath. She covered her mouth with her free hand to stifle the laughing, hiccups now accamponying them.
Rhye shook his head in silence, acting like a two year old. "I like the ground. I'll stay on the ground."
'Stubborn boy. Like a two year old...constant attention,' She reminded herself.
"But I know you will like it! I love flying. Trust me!" She leaned in and kissed the base of his neck, thinking that if she could get him light headed enough then he would agree. 'How Slytherin of you, Ophelia...'
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Post by momo on Feb 22, 2012 6:03:45 GMT -5
Rhye watched her throw a fit at his joke. He giggled, his cheeks hot. She was so cute, he couldn't stand it. The more he thought about it, the more he just wanted to tell her all he thought about her.
"I love your snorts." He grinned, kissing her cheek.
"But I know you will like it! I love flying. Trust me!" She leaned in and kissed the base of his neck.
Rhye groaned softly against her skin, turning to where he could kiss her neck too. "Mmm... Yeaahh- ... wait, no."
Rhye saw what she was doing and leaned back from her kisses, grinning. "You can't con the con man."
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