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Post by allena marie delarue on Jul 26, 2012 16:50:09 GMT -5
It was early evening, and Allena had snuggled herself up in the Slytherin Common Room. It had taken several trips, but she’d managed to get everything in and situated comfortably around her; she’d brought her comfy blanket, a fluffy pillow, a novel, a mug for tea, a set of slippers, a small dish of dried fruit, and a small pillow/bed for her runty kitten, Esme, and of course the kitten herself.
She’d made short work of getting cleaned up after dance practice—she’d showered, thrown on a pair of yoga pants, a tank top, and a set of thick wool socks to help soothe her aching and recently unbound feet. Her hair was freshly washed and dried, and she had it pulled back into a loose ponytail over one shoulder, and she had re-applied the essential parts of her makeup, or at least the bits that weren’t waterproof.
It stressed her out to think about the fact that dancing was getting a little rough on her body, and she wasn’t even that old yet. It was something she’d been noticing increasingly lately; her bouts of faintness, her bruises, and the tenderness in her feet were all becoming much more frequent occurrences. It made her nervous, but not nervous enough to stop what she was doing, dancing-wise or nutritionally.
So instead of dwelling on the thought of her own impending physical decay, she focused on her book. It was an old favorite, written by the muggle philosopher Jean-Paul Sartre about life in her home country during the 1940’s. It comforted her, in a way, to recall the streets as she’d known them as a child, not as they were introduced to her as she entered the world of magic.
She'd always had a penchant for non-wizard writers; they saw the world in an entirely different light, and there were still mysteries to be explained. The magic was in the writing and the observation rather than in the fabric of the world in general. It helped her distance herself from the claustrophobic walls of the castle and reminded her that there was a world beyond fairy tales into which she was soon going to be thrown.
She would have been lying if she said that she was simply out here to read her book. No, that wasn’t entirely it. She was craving a bit of social interaction, though burying her nose in a book might not have been the best way of achieving that. She'd always been one to observe before jumping into anything, and if someone of interest happened to be around she'd take note, then maybe talk to them if she felt like it. If someone came and talked to her she probably wouldn't complain, either, depending on whom it was. [/color][/font][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] STARRING : ALLENA&&OPEN
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Post by mason james taber on Aug 6, 2012 13:47:39 GMT -5
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Mason stepped into the Slytherin Common Room, he had been up in the library for a bit after dinner in search of some quiet. Having some quiet alone time was important to him, he could only deal with people for so long before he needed to be by himself. He wasn't a loner, he was just someone who was easily annoyed by others. There were few people he could tolerate for long periods of time, there were few people he could tolerate at all. He was extremely picky when it came to who he would consider a friend, the list was short but he only bothered with people who were actually worth his time.
As he made his way towards the stairs to his dorm, he noticed a pile of blankets surrounding someone who was on his small list of friends. Raising an eyebrow he switched directions to the corner of the room where she had made herself more than comfortable on the couch. "I didn't realize you were so special you got to take over the common room." Mace stared down at Allena with a smirk, noticing the kitten curled up and comfortable.
Now that he had spotted her here he planned to completely ruin her peace and quiet just to be a pain in her ass. Mason moved to sit next to her on the couch, putting himself right on the bottom of her blankets so she wouldn't be able to move them. He then reached over to grab her little plate of dried fruit, popping a few into his mouth with a grin. "Seeing as this is also my common room you now have to share everything," he stated, tempted to take her tea just to be annoying. He refrained seeing as he didn't even like tea.
As he glanced over at the kitten, he shook his head. "I think it has a better bed than I do." The beds here really weren't up to his standards, luckily this was his last year before he finally got to leave this school forever. He watched the kitten peek up at him before curling back in it's little ball, furrowing his brow as he stared at it. Mace didn't exactly like cats or most animals, especially if he was suppose to be taking care of them. Taking care of anything but himself was a hard challenge, he didn't care enough to actually make the effort to take care of anything.
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Post by allena marie delarue on Aug 6, 2012 16:03:04 GMT -5
A familiar face appeared in the Slytherin Common Room, and Allena looked up from her book long enough to recognize who it was. Smiling a bit to herself but trying to look altogether unpeturbed, she continued to look down at her lap, occasionally stroking her kitten on the head. She was more interested in the fact that he was quickly approaching than she was in the words on the page, but she was going to try her best not to show it until he got close. After all, there were few things more awkward than trying to figure out what to do with yourself as someone approached you from a distance.
He took a seat down next to her and she glanced up from her book again. It was clear that he intended on staying, and she couldn’t resist a smile. With her finger in the page of the book she folded it closed, sighing a bit. “I’m villing to share my space vith zose I deem appropriate. You are lucky to be considered one of zose few, for now.” She squirmed a bit under her blanket, now feeling somewhat trapped.
Arching an eyebrow as he took some of her fruit off her plate she rolled her eyes, setting her book aside and shifting as best as she could under her blanket. ”Of course, your ‘ighness,” she said, though she didn’t truly mind sharing with him. Especially not the things like fruits and nuts—sure, they were carefully portioned out, but eating a few fewer than planned certainly wouldn’t hurt her.
Another smile grew on her face when he said that her kitten had a better bed than him. ”Vell, it is only natural. I tolerate only zee best, and so it is only natural zat I do t’ings only for zee best. It vould not do to ‘ave my animals be in a sub-par condition—Minot deserves better zan zat.” She glanced over at Mace, arching an eyebrow. ”I cannot ‘elp it zat you do not maintain zee same standards for yourself. Minot cannot ‘elp ‘is condition, so I must take care to see zat ‘e ‘as only zee best. But you? I t’ink you can fend for yourself, no?”
Setting her tea down and uprooting the kitten she pulled herself out from under the blanket, with some difficulty. Pulling her legs out she sat on top of the blankets, cross-legged, and set the kitten in her lap, stroking his head gently. ”So, to vhat do I owe zee ‘onor of your company? Boredom, desire to be a pain, no one better around for you to charm?” She tilted her head slightly, leaning back against the arm of the chair to get more comfortable.
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Post by mason james taber on Aug 6, 2012 19:44:18 GMT -5
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Mason grinned slightly at her strong accent before raising an eyebrow at what she had said. Although he was use to it he still found it amusing every time she spoke, it wasn't that he would laugh at her but when she stumbled on her words he couldn't help that it was funny. Ignoring the amusement from her accent he focused more on what she had actually said. "For now? You always want my company," he stated as if it were obvious and he was simply reminding her of a fact. He viewed himself as better than pretty much everyone else, his friends he considered equals. This meant that he assumed everyone loved his company, although realistically he was aware that there were people who truly hated him and some who just disliked him. He tended to ignore his more realistic side though, favoring his arrogant thoughts.
When she referred to him as 'your highness' he smirked, giving her a small nod. "Much better." Of course he thought expecting everyone to call him 'highness' was rather obnoxious and unappealing. He frowned slightly at her dried fruit, setting it down with little interest. "Not the best evening snack," he replied, although he was decently full from dinner still and that may have played into his lack of interest in her food choice.
"Fend for myself? Yes. Improve the conditions this school puts us in? Sadly, no. I doubt your sleeping arrangements here are much better than mine, unless you've found a way to convince them to give you your own room with much larger and comfortable bed? If so share your secret, I've tried a lot of bribery." Mace had actually attempted to give the school money (or more so his father's money) in exchange for different dorming arrangements. Clearly it hadn't worked out the way he would have liked. As far as making sure the cat had the best, he suppose he understood despite not liking animals.
Mason watched as she put the cat in her lap, petting it's head lightly. "All of the above," he replied with a playful smirk, stretching his arm out along the back of the couch behind her. "I couldn't find anyone that I actually wanted to spend time with so here I am." Of course he was teasing, if he didn't want to spend time with her he simply wouldn't, he wasn't the type to crave company. There were better things to do with his time than spend it with someone he didn't even like.
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Post by allena marie delarue on Aug 6, 2012 20:28:54 GMT -5
”I’d say zat zat is quite zee… ah, overstatement,” she said, though she was doubting that that was actually a word. Understatement yes, but overstatement? She wasn’t sure, but didn’t want to fix it. More often than not it only looked worse if she corrected herself, but if she just went with it people didn’t always notice. That was probably because they weren’t really listening anyway, but that was aside from the point. ”But you are not zee vorst company a girl could ask for.”
Smiling as he insulted her choice of food, she shrugged slightly. ”Complex carbohydrates and fiber. Sweet. Perfectly good to me.” It was true—dried fruit with dark chocolate and nuts were one of her favorite snacks, especially when mealtime was over but she still wanted to nosh on something.
Mace’s narrow-mindedness and lack of resourcefulness was almost painful. Shaking her head, she glanced at him stankly. ”Your mind is so limited. Alvays going to your money. It is much simpler to fix zan you are making it to seem. First and foremost, you charm your trunk to ‘ave an expanding bottom. Second, you pack superior bedding, vhich includes a very plush mattress topper—a muggle invention, but quite a good one. Makes your bed feel as comfortable as you vant it, depending on zee amount of money you’re villing to spend. But of course, zere really is no price too ‘igh.”
Taking a breath and leaning over to grab her tea again, she sipped it it idly. ”Zen zee rest is really very simple. Silencing charms, keeping your linens clean, zee basics. It is really no so ‘ard.” Pausing again she frowned. ”I suppose I should ‘ave asked somet’ing in return for zat valuable information. You could ‘ave bribed me for it, alzough you probably vould not ‘ave believed me.”
Pouting slightly, she took only slight comfort in his movement. She was fairly certain it wasn’t even directed toward her, necessarily, but any hint of physicality was enough for her. And part of her was conceited enough to think that it was only natural for him to gravitate toward her physically. Who wouldn’t, anyway? ”Rude,” she said with a slight smile. ”But you vouldn’t stay if you didn’t vant to. So zere must be somet’ing redeeming about my company.”
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Post by mason james taber on Aug 7, 2012 8:12:30 GMT -5
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Mason frowned when she said he was exaggerating, he hoped he was good company instead of being 'not the worst'. "Well, as long as I'm not the worst company," he replied with sarcasm, he assumed she was downplaying things though, he was great company in his opinion. "I just eat what I'm in the mood for," he added about the food, shrugging. He'd never been someone who really looked out for what he ate, he enjoyed real meals though and wasn't big on snacks or even junk food. As far as Allena though it was easy to guess that she paid close attention to everything she ate, she was far to skinny for it to be a natural build.
"Of course I use charms for privacy but that doesn't change the fact that I shouldn't have to. Everything and everyone has a price, it's just a matter of finding it. Why should I have to put in effort when I can just get what I want or have someone else do things for me?" There were some things he did on his own, such as his class work. Certain things were worth working hard at, things that made you feel proud of yourself after accomplishing them. Something as simple as sleeping arrangements though, those should just be meant without problems. "I wouldn't have the slightest idea where to purchase such a muggle device anyway," he added, furrowing his brow at the thought, he didn't spend time venturing into the muggle world and had little knowledge of muggles.
As she said he should have bribed her for the information, he smirked. "Then I would have wasted a good bribe on less than satisfactory information." Mace was good a bribes, no he didn't always throw money at people he was well aware that many people wanted other things, he was interested in what he could bribe her with though.
"Nothing redeeming at all," he replied, a playful grin crossing his lips as he looked down at her lap, "I'm here for the cat." Mason actually liked her company though, he enjoyed talking with her, she was interesting. There were so many dull people around him, or the extremely annoying and obnoxious types. He preferred someone he could sit and have a conversation with that didn't get extremely boring. Of course she was also rather attractive, but that wasn't really his main focus with her, or in general. He'd had girls in the past who just used for looks but then he mostly didn't bother with them, for the most part he liked to stick with girls who were more than just a pretty face.
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Post by allena marie delarue on Aug 7, 2012 11:58:05 GMT -5
”I suppose you aren’t the worst company I could ask for. In fact, I’ll even do you the honor of saying zat you are one of zee people I vould enjoy to spend morer time vith. I mean, compared to ot’ers. Vith you I can have a patience.” Which was true enough—in reality, it was more than patience that she found with him. He was one of her good friends, though there was something about him that made him different from the rest.
Perhaps it was just that he had a penis and she could tolerate him better than most, but there was something else, she was certain. Perhaps it was that he hadn’t made a move on her yet, which tended to cause her a bit of anxiety. At one point or another, typically while drinking, most of her male friends at least made an allusion to instigating something—though she also tended to be somewhat of an instigator herself if she wanted the boy badly enough. But something held her back with Mace, though she wasn’t exactly sure what. Maybe they just hadn’t been put into the right circumstance yet, though she knew her time would be running out if nothing happened soon.
”Because clearly you are not getting vhat you vant, if my Minot can sleep luxuriouser zan you. Does it not get tiresome to ‘ave your fate alvays lying on ot’er people’s ‘ands?” Fate was a strong word, but she didn’t exactly know what word would replace it. All of those sounded silly to her—fate, destiny, fortune, et cetera. Future simply didn’t sound like it fit. Circumstance, perhaps, would have been better, but she couldn’t exactly go back and change it now.
Though he had a point. Most people could be bought, but oftentimes it was more effort to try and force others to do your bidding than it was to do it yourself. Besides, placing the power in someone else’s hands was not something she liked to do. She preferred to have the control, and the added control of being able to influence other people was an added bonus. But in her own opinion, appearing helpless was the fastest way to lose control. Ingenuity, resourcefulness and drive were the things that got things accomplished, and tended to give a stronger impression than simply trying to weasel your way out of doing any work.
If he didn’t find her information useful, she supposed it was his loss. She wasn’t going to take offense—her father dealt more largely in the muggle world, having many muggle clients, and in Paris it was almost impossible to avoid the cute muggle boutiques that lined the streets. She was likely to dabble in the best of both worlds; although she found muggles to be inferior, for obvious reasons, it wasn’t like they were totally devoid of good ideas. And their products could always be improved with a bit of magic, which was the real key, in her opinion.
”I vould only believe zat is “cat” vas a eupho… euphoric… euphemism? For something a little less savory,” she said with a smile, shifting the kitten onto one arm gently. ”Especially considering you ‘ave not touched zee cat once, and I ‘ave not known you as one to be enamored vith zee animals.”
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Post by mason james taber on Aug 8, 2012 18:35:40 GMT -5
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Mason furrowed his brow, thinking over the way she had worded things for a moment. He was pretty sure she meant she had patience for him, which was good. Once he decided that it had been good he gave her a smug smirk. "Glad you're finally admitting that you like my company." Luckily he enjoyed hers in return, although she didn't seem like the type to bother with people who didn't want to be bothered with her. Some people, particularly girls, didn't get the hint and often hovered around, it was horribly annoying
All the discussions on sleeping arrangements reminded him of the time his uncle had taken him camping as a child, expecting him to sleep in a tent on the ground. Of course he'd thrown a fit and ended up going home, who would sleep on the ground? On top of the horrible idea of sleeping on the floor his cousin had been a baby at the time. Mace was pretty certain no one wanted to share a tent with a baby, extremely annoying. If he had to bring a baby camping, or really anywhere, he was pretty certain he would smother the thing. Frowning, he realized his thoughts were extremely off topic and quickly focused on the girl next to him. Yes, pretty girl versus thoughts of sleeping outside and murdering babies.
"I take care of things personally when I need to, I'm just saying it's much easier to get things done for you. Not everything, especially not the important things because if you want something done perfectly you have to do it yourself. Little things that shouldn't require my attention though, those are what I would rather pay someone off to do them for me."
Raising an eyebrow, he chuckled softly. "You caught me, by cat I meant couch. I'm here for the couch, you just happen to be on it," he teased, before grinning at her. "I guess I'm here because I wanted your company, you're not the worst person I could spend my time with," he added, using her comment from before back on her.
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Post by allena marie delarue on Aug 10, 2012 19:58:46 GMT -5
”You know me too vell for me to say zat I don’t enjoy it,” she said, stretching out her legs and letting them settle into his lap, keeping her feet closer to his knees than his crotch to be on the safe side. Her feet were in a pair of nice, thick wooly socks to keep any potential repulsion from happening, on her behalf or on behalf of everyone else who had to see her feet. And now she was more than glad that she’d chosen to do cover her feet despite the fact that she’d intended to keep them tucked away out of sight under the blankets.
Rolling her eyes at him, she shrugged her shoulders, the small kitten standing up on her lap. Apparently he was done with her bony legs, her constant chatter and her restless movements, and sought comfort on one of the few small rugs, one of which was close to the fire. Allena stretched her arms back behind her head, a vertebrae in her back popping into place. Frowning and hoping he hadn’t heard she returned to a semi-slouched position, scooting herself closer to him, shoulders balancing on the armrest.
She was pleased with his answer, however, and sat upright again, glad momentarily to be rid of the cat. She put a hand on his cheek with a smile, trying not to be too patronizing in the process. ”’ow sweet of you,” she cooed, running her hand down from his chin to his neck for a moment, ”You already killed any chance you ‘ad of showing off a ‘ard exterior by saying zat you vanted me company,” she added with a somewhat triumphant smile. "But I do like to 'ave you 'ere, even if you are going to be a jerk."
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Post by mason james taber on Aug 11, 2012 18:41:11 GMT -5
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Mace allowed her to put her feet in his lap, he didn't have any issues with feet although he had never seen hers. It was easy to figure that hers were a bit torn up from ballet, one could assume that dancing would be hard on your feet. "Making yourself comfortable again?" he asked, raising an eyebrow as she inched herself closer so that she was laying more back on the arm rest. Apparently her cat hadn't found her new position as comfortable though as he jumped off her lap and curled himself over near the fire.
He furrowed his brow as she sat up, touching his cheek and talking to him like he was a child. "You must want me to constantly be mean to you when you react like this to something that was a bad excuse for a compliment," he muttered with a frown. Now he probably was going to be a jerk because she had to call him out on not being one. "Good, because I'm not going to come close to complimenting you again."
Truth was he probably would lose his sour attitude pretty fast, he wasn't necessarily mad as much as he just hated when she made a big deal out of him being 'nice', if you could classify his comment as nice. Mason knew he had his moments though, especially if he was in a good mood but it was ruined if she made him feel soft or sappy for it, such as calling him sweet and running her hand on his cheek. For the most part he didn't care about what everyone thought of him but he didn't like the idea of her thinking he was soft, it made him feel less 'manly'.
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Post by allena marie delarue on Aug 13, 2012 0:34:08 GMT -5
Beaming, Allena shrugged. ”A compliment is a compliment,” she said, though she didn’t like putting him off, ”But I suppose I could treat you like a grown up if you’d prefer that.” She frowned when he said he wouldn’t be complimenting her again soon, wrinkling her nose. ”You certainly know ‘ow to keep me in good spirits, don’t you?” She asked, fully aware of her own shortcomings when it came to being won over by flattery.
Apparently Mace was something of a slow learner, but she was certain she’d have him trained shortly. Assuming that he cared enough—she was still uncertain about his level of interest in her, platonic or otherwise. Typically she’d put forth a bit more effort, though she couldn’t really find her place with him. She enjoyed his company more than most, and she hadn’t engaged with him sexually yet, which was either a very good sign or a very bad sign. She didn’t want him to think she was a slag, but she didn’t want him to think she was totally sexually inept, either. But what did she care? She didn’t like him like that, did she?
Tilting her head sideways, she thought back to his first comment. ”And yes. It is not my fault—and, unlike zee situation vith my bed, it is not in my control—zat zese couches are more suited for prison inmates than legitimate ‘uman beings. And you came and did not ‘esitate to invade my personal space, so I figured you vould not mind to share it back vith me.”
The position she was in made her stomach ache when she laughed, however, but she was loath to move again for fear he’d become cross with her fidgeting. Sighing softly, she looked up at him with an aimless smile. ”I do ‘ave to say zat your legs are much more comfortable zan zis couch, ‘owever. I am already immensely more comforting vith us like zis.”
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Post by mason james taber on Aug 15, 2012 10:19:14 GMT -5
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"I suppose I don't always give out the best compliments so you can't be picky." Mace had his moments though, he could be very flattering and charming if he was in the mood for it, normal he wasn't though because it hardly benefited himself to make others feel good. "Not my fault you went and ruined my good mood, I can't keep you in good spirits if I'm not happy," he explained with a shrug, as if it were obvious that if he wasn't happy no one else should be. He would never care about someone more than he cared about himself, but a few select people might come close. A lot of people were very manipulative to get what they wanted, he didn't bother because most people didn't have anything he wanted. Plus, who wanted to pretend to like someone just to use them? Far too much work and it would have annoyed him, he couldn't pretend to enjoy someone's company if he disliked them and he couldn't think of anyone that had something he wanted.
Mason raised an eyebrow when she said he had invaded her space, shaking his head. "It's not invading your space when its in our common room, I didn't realize this couch had your name on it? You're far to small to take the entire thing up anyway. Now my lap on the other hand does belong to me." He didn't mind, mostly because it wasn't uncomfortable and while she had annoyed him slightly a few minutes ago he actually liked her company. He supposed that would be a reason to want to keep her happy, but he still didn't care enough to look past his selfishness.
"Good to know I'm more comfortable than cheap furniture, too bad you're much less comfortable," he teased with an amused smirk, she was actually super small and he hardly noticed her at all because she was so light, although maybe a little bony. "I'm assuming you weren't planning to sleep on this couch built for inmates so why bring down everything from your bed?" He asked, picking up a corner of her blanket curiously. It wasn't extremely cold in the common room, they had the fire burning and he found it comfortable.
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Post by allena marie delarue on Aug 16, 2012 0:18:40 GMT -5
”Picky? Me? I ‘ave not ever ‘ead of such a t’ing.” Telling lies was something Allena was rather good at, although in general that seemed to be true only because she typically believed her own lies. And sometimes sarcasms came out as lies, too, and she forgot that she hadn’t even meant it in the first place, anyway. It was something that caused a lot of rifts in her life, actually; someone would say something to her, she’d take offense and become intensely defensive and upset about it, and then she’d lie about whatever it was that the aforementioned person had said, or perhaps refuter the fact that she’d ever told a lie in the first place.
As far as she was concerned, everything she said was always true, unless the truth was more detrimental to her goals and desires than a lie would be. And, if that did happen to be the case, she’d just make the lie a truth. It wasn’t that hard, was it?
Rolling her eyes at him, she gave him a gentle shove. ”I see it as an impossibility zat I could do anyt’ing but upholster your good mood,” she said decisively, ”After all, vhat is zere to complain of vith my company? Zat I am simply too attractive to be around vithout risking your commendable, gentlemanly behavior around me? I could see ‘ow zat may grow frustratingly, actually. It must be so ‘ard to be exhibiting so much restraint all of zee ‘ours.”
Feigning offence, Allena scoffed at his insult. ”Rude!” she said, laughing despite herself. ”And not all parts of me are much less comfortable. I ‘ave soft spots, too.” Not many, certainly, but a few. It was the one plus to being a ballerina—she had a nice, cushioned bottom, which made sitting on the laps of persons of interest much less stressful than it would have if she was simply abonormally skinny with zero muscle buildup.
She was always afraid of causing discomfort both with her weight and with her bones, but her bones were the bigger concern. Weight didn’t really bother her much any more, but she didn’t like for people to point any of it out to her. Being thin wasn’t something she was especially proud of, and she’d been made aware of the fact that it often had the opposite effect most would think. The only aspect of it that she was proud of, however, was the intense dedication and self control that it took to obtain such a physique, and that was something she’d remain vigorously proud of in any circumstance.
There was nothing less appealing than a person who couldn’t control his or herself when it came to certain things, particularly food and exercise. And it gave her the illusion that she had something that she could hold over other people, which was a rare occurrence and something that she clung to desperately.
”No, I wasn’t planning on sleeping on zee couch,” she said, wrinkling her nose. ”Vhy vould I do somet’ing so silly as zat vhen I ‘ave just explained to you zat I ‘ave a superior bed in my dormitory? I bring my t’ings to be comfortable. I get cold, yes. And I do so to improve her status from zat of “couch for inmates” to “couch for decent ‘uman beings,” so it seems like a worthy endeavor, no?’
She watched him thumb the blanket, smiling slightly to herself. ”I vill share it vith you if you are desiring so?” she asked, though it came out more convoluted even than she’d intended.
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Post by mason james taber on Aug 16, 2012 12:54:52 GMT -5
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"Oh of course you're not picky," he replied sarcastically, "you only said the couch wasn't fit for human beings, not picky at all." Mason was extremely picky himself so it was as if he cared if she was picky, it was more of having high standards in his opinion. Although if she wanted to pretend she wasn't picky he'd let her, didn't matter to him he thought she was picky whether she denied it or not. When it came to his own bad qualities he didn't think he possessed any, him being arrogant was simply confidence that was well deserved. He would justify anything that others might view as a negative personality trait, turning it into something that he viewed as positive.
Mace frowned when she shoved him, although it felt more like she had poked at him. "Too attractive to be around? Really?" he asked with a smirk. "If I found you so attractive why would I bother with restraint? Do I seem like the type who would deny himself something he desired?" Honestly, he wasn't certain if he wanted her or not. He enjoyed her company but that didn't mean he was attracted to her. Now he found himself looking over at her, thinking about it for a moment. They hadn't really been in a situation that would have made him think of her sexually, she hadn't made any sort of moves and he hadn't really thought about it. He wasn't the type to think of sex whenever he looked at a girl, although if the girl was particularly sexy then his mind would wander there.
That was part of it though, just glancing at Allena she wasn't the sexiest girl he'd ever meant. She wasn't unattractive, that wasn't the problem, but sexy wasn't really the first word he would use to describe her. It probably had a lot to do with how skinny she was, the way her bones popped out, he assumed you would probably be able to count her ribs easily. When it came to her face she was pretty but it was forgettable, nothing extremely gorgeous. No, he wouldn't be attracted to her just based off her looks.
There was more than her looks though and thinking it over he realized he did enjoy having her next to him, spreading her legs over his lap. Mason could probably spend his time with someone who was more traditionally sexy but Allena had her own sort of sexy and now that he had finally taken the time to think on it he rather like it.
He raised an eyebrow, chuckling softly. "Well, clearly your soft spots aren't in my lap." She hadn't confirmed what her 'soft spots' were but he could assume they were probably more of her thighs and arse. Allena had very strong legs and a very toned bum, the only athletic-ish looking parts of her body. "Ah, that's why I can stand sitting on this couch tonight, you've made it suitable for decent human beings," he teased, looking at her with amusement. When she offered to share her blanket, Mace shook his head. "I think you're the only person who would find the common room cold."
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Post by allena marie delarue on Aug 16, 2012 15:54:28 GMT -5
Smiling a bit and struggling to find a way to refute that, she shrugged. ”Zat is not picky, it is ‘onest. I am being a ‘umanistitarian, no? Zee couch is like a crime against ‘umanity. I am only trying to keep zee incidentals of ‘uman discomfort to a minimum. And ‘ow could you call zat picky? I call it ‘onorable.” Yes, that sounded much better, didn’t it? She was simply pointing it out for the great er good of humanity. Though she wasn’t about to define humanity, either—in her opinion, “humanity” encompassed those with pure blood. The rest of the “humans” were … well, not.
Shrugging again she looked over at him, flexing her toes and leaning forward to stretch her back. ”We ‘ave already discussed over ‘ow I do not understand your brain. Besides, ‘umans are not always like playt’ings. Just because you desire it does not mean zey desire you back. And, as such, I assume you avoid trying to seduce me for fear of failure. Do not challenge it—you vill only prove my point furt’er.”
Of course that probably wasn’t true at all. There were plenty, if not most, boys who did not fancy her at all. She lacked the majority of things that made women attractive; full lips, full hips, and a full bust. Certainly she made for a well-shaped ballerina, but as far as possessing features that made her look exceptionally feminine went, she found herself constantly falling short.
Naturally this bothered her, but she liked to avoid thinking about it. She had the “ideal” body type according to fashion, and found herself more comfortable than not when she was out, trying on clothing (which was always in-stock in her size, given that she was in the lowest size range. Designer clothes “worked,” and clothing structured for models fit her like a glove. Not having a bust, in that case, worked out well. Besides, it was quite easy to pretend you had a bust—that’s what bras were for, right?
”You’re right, zey are not,” she said, retracting her feet and shifting her body so that she was sitting the opposite way, sliding herself into his lap, her legs now where her body had been before. Leaning against him for support she glanced up at him, tilting her head to the side. ”Better, no?” she asked brightly, finding herself immensely more comfortable with the warmth of him underneath her, and also the intoxicating feeling of touching someone else. She loved to be physical—touching, kissing, grazing, snuggling. It was the most wonderful part of her day, when she could get it, although she could see it becoming an irritating habit for those who preferred not to be touched.
Then again, if someone didn’t want to be touched, she probably didn’t want to associate with him or her. ”I am glad that you are finally in zee ‘abit of seeing t’ings my vay,” she said, her hands interlocking in her lap. ”And yes, zis is possible. But I do not so much mind to be cold. It means I get to do all zee t’ings zat make me varm. Snuggle, drink tea, sit by zee fire. Zee ‘eat is so… draining. I much prefer to feel of zis.”
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