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Post by Shannon on Sept 7, 2009 1:14:08 GMT -5
I chewed on my lip while I lined the outer feathers of each side in the olive green. "No, I have not. You're my only friend. I never knew anyone from Romania or from the school I went to before Bellvue. I avoided everyone and my parents didn't believe in 'free time'." I fanned my fingertips on her back to keep my hand from shaking.
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Post by Izzy Morris on Sept 7, 2009 1:23:56 GMT -5
“Well I must say that comes as a surprise. Did you ever think that maybe your parents kept you locked up so that they didn’t have to beat the girls off of you.” I turned my head slightly so that I could see him out of the corner of my eye. I smiled warmly to help the joke along.
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Post by Shannon on Sept 7, 2009 1:32:47 GMT -5
I smiled charmingly. "I'm pretty sure girls aren't that interested in me. Maybe it's Jase's fault." I stifled a laugh. Jase could be blamed for everything while he wasn't here. I cleaned the brush again and dug out the dark teal paint. I began to line the feathers on the inside with the darker color, mimicking shadows.
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Post by Izzy Morris on Sept 7, 2009 2:11:30 GMT -5
“I think in this case I’m glad Jase has something to do with it. If the girls were interested I may have to become violent.” I laughed gently like it was a joke of some sort, but I was sure that Shannon had a sense telling him that I really wasn’t joking. The thought of him in love with another girl didn’t make me angry so much as it did sad. I didn’t want to lose the one guy that I had always been able to go to for anything. Starting school proved to be a challenge in regards to the keeping him aspect unless I did something soon. But on the other hand I didn’t want to push him away by pushing things to far, to fast. It almost seemed like I was doomed to lose him no matter what, but even with the odds seemingly stacked against me I refused to believe it was true.
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Post by Shannon on Sept 7, 2009 2:24:12 GMT -5
"Oh dear..." My eyes trailed down to the table. I cleaned the brush again and switched to the white paint. It was glossier than the other paints and I used it to detail the feathers. After lining them all, I took some white glitter on my fingers and lined the white, completing the wings. "Okay, it'll dry in a couple of seconds." I moved from the table surface behind her to the floor in front of her. Glitter still clung to my hands. |
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Post by Izzy Morris on Sept 7, 2009 2:34:05 GMT -5
I waited a half a minute for the paint to dry, but after that I launched myself off the table and pushed Shannon to the floor using his shoulders. I held myself mere inches above him and looked him in the eyes. “Thank you very much Shannon, this is the nicest thing anybody has ever done for me, not to mention the most personal.” I smiled gently and continued to stare into his eyes.
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Post by Shannon on Sept 7, 2009 2:44:31 GMT -5
I smiled calmly. "Your welcome." I placed one hand behind my head. I wasn't terribly inclined to move and I was rather comfortable with the situation. I tilted my head to one side, my bangs falling across my eyes, obscuring them. A song entered my mind, No, don't think about that song... any song but that one. I mentally banished the thought to the back of my mind. Now was not the time to be overthinking this situation. |
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Post by Izzy Morris on Sept 7, 2009 3:00:10 GMT -5
It bothered me inwardly just a bit when he turned away. I was saddened by the fact that I could no longer see his eyes. It took a moment more but my arms finally started to get tired so I rolled off of Shannon and onto my side so that I could look at his face again. I reached up and brushed some hair out of his face only to watch it fall again. I almost wanted to pick up where we had left off earlier at the door, but I went back to the too much too soon thought and just decided to continue watching what I could see of his eyes and expressions.
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Post by Shannon on Sept 7, 2009 15:59:12 GMT -5
I had closed my eyes, and I frowned slightly when she moved away. My breath hitched in disappointment. I hadn't wanted her to move but if she didn't want to stay, I wasn't going to make her. I bit my lip nervously, my eyes still closed. It seemed like my thoughts had been tossed into a blender and put on high speed. I couldn't make sense of anything.
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Post by Izzy Morris on Sept 7, 2009 16:17:02 GMT -5
Sitting here on the floor was not getting any answers as to how far I was allowed to go. So I decided to go about things a different way for now. I pushed myself of the floor and grabbed what looked to be red paint off of the table. I picked up a small brush and dipped it in the paint once I got it open. Without giving Shannon any warning I decided to paint a heart pattern on his forearm. I didn’t bother to look up at him when I started to fill it in.
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Post by Shannon on Sept 7, 2009 16:56:24 GMT -5
My hand twitched at the unexpected feel of the brush. The muscles relaxed in my arm, my hand falling to lie flat. I opened my eyes and watched her work, my expression peaceful. I sighed, feeling a bit more relaxed. My nerves were still a bit on edge. I kept my opposite hand behind my head, still turned to watch her.
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Post by Izzy Morris on Sept 7, 2009 19:27:39 GMT -5
I picked up Shannon’s arm to blow on the paint. I knew it wasn’t necessary, but I liked putting in the extra work. Maybe it was just an excuse to hold Shannon’s hand in a sense. I looked at the heart for a moment longer; it appeared to be dry so I gave it a gentle kiss. “And that would have to be the extent of my artwork.” My voice was small but my smile wasn’t.
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Post by Shannon on Sept 7, 2009 19:34:44 GMT -5
I smiled encouragingly. "It's good enough for me." I wasn't used to human contact. Jase wasn't exactly the cuddly type and I had never had many friends. Oddly enough, it still comforted me. This was one of the first times I'd felt like I was a person instead of a marionette at the mercy of whoever was pulling the strings.
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Post by Izzy Morris on Sept 7, 2009 20:14:58 GMT -5
I smirked at him. “Yeah but you aren’t the sort to tell me I suck.” I moved my grip down his arm to his hand so that I could play around with his fingers. “Maybe I should paint faces on your fingers.” Although I said it out loud I was making no attempt to actually get up and do it. I was rather content with playing with Shannon’s hand.
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Post by Shannon on Sept 7, 2009 20:19:15 GMT -5
I grinned crookedly. "I've tried that before. The paint won't stick to the palm of the hand since the surface isn't smooth and hands sweat. The paint doesn't seem to hold on like it should." It was rather strange that I had already tried it but I had a lot of free time on my hands. I didn't remember what I was trying to paint, but it had come off the first time I washed my hands.
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