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Post by Allen Blackwell on Oct 20, 2010 20:37:26 GMT -5
Allen had agreed to her proposition of the Quidditch Pitch, his smile growing as they left the party and cold air hit his body, clearing his head a bit. He lead them down the hallways and staircases to the entrance, mostly silent, as he hoped not to get caught by the caretaker and his pet. They had passed through the doors without much fuss, though, and he let himself relax as the smell of night hit them.
He turned to look at Rose as they walked towards the Pitch, smiling softly as he looked her over. No matter what, he thought she always looked good, and he wondered silently how she managed. "Well, this is a lot better, my head's thanking the beautiful silence of the night right now." he commented, turning around to face her as they reached the pitch.
Allen came to the pitch sometimes to be alone while everyone else was at the common room, with his guitar, to practice and try to figure out new songs. He was shy of singing in front of others, but he needed to figure how songs would work out, so he escaped here, as the pitch was usually used during weekends.
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Post by Rose Weasley on Oct 20, 2010 20:47:01 GMT -5
"It's sooooo much better out here," she said, doing a little twirl through the air, her feet daintily touching the ground. He was smiling at her, giving her the look that she loved, and even if they got caught, the whole debacle would have been worth it. She was so happy to be with him, in the gorgeous night of light.
He looked amazing, and impulsively, she ran her fingers through his hair, messing it up slightly, which was exactly the way that she liked it. The two were standing there on the pitch, both hands in each others' and she felt as if she was a part of a fairytale, as if any minute, singing animals and a rainbow might appear, which seemed to be exceedingly possible considering that they were at Hogwarts.
She had heard that this was his haunting grounds in the dead of night, and they were occasionally hers too, when she wanted to practice Quiddich. Sometimes, she would even be flying over his head, but he never noticed, which she believed was both slightly creepy of her and slightly romantic.
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Post by Allen Blackwell on Oct 20, 2010 21:00:55 GMT -5
He was enthralled by her as she twirled, his crooked smile brightening a lot. Rose's happiness was intoxicating and he knew he'd treasure the night for a long time. She was amazing in his eyes. Allen's breath had almost stopped for a moment as she reached out and messed up his hair, which he didn't mind at all... It was just the contact that somehow made him almost stumble. He laughed at his clumsiness and noticed they were still holding both hands. He felt something stir in his chest, something he had never felt before, but felt incredibly good.
"It is, isn't it? I like it here when there's no one around... it's relaxing, and lets me think." he said, looking over to where he would usually sit with his guitar, right in the middle of the pitch. It was a small sanctuary to him and he could get lost in his music here. How odd for someone who feared flying in a broom to have such love for the Quidditch pitch.
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Post by Rose Weasley on Oct 20, 2010 21:14:41 GMT -5
She smiled, pulling him gently down to the ground, her eyes immersed somewhere in the lovely depths of his. He was the center of her universe, keeping her floating on the Earth when all she wanted to do was fly. She had wanted this for so long, for the two of them to just be together, not really doing anything but existing, but drinking in the sight of each other. His nervous flinch at her touch elicited a slight chuckle--although it might have been clumsiness, neither of them were well known for their coordination.
"I bet it's amazing. I used to come here with my broom at night and practice, maybe I even saw you from up there." She wanted to tell him this, wanted to let him know that she'd always been watching and that she'd always cared. He had his sanctuary in the Quiddich pitch, she had hers whenever she was around him.
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Post by Allen Blackwell on Oct 20, 2010 21:21:24 GMT -5
He sat down next to her as she pulled him down, too lost in her eyes and beauty to even notice. He cherished every moment of right now, because it was probably as good as it was gonna get. Then there she was, telling him she'd seen him, heard him most likely, sing and play his heart out, and his heart stopped for a moment.
"Y-you've been here while I am? Damn, I never e-even noticed. I... please tell me you didn't hear... anything?" he said pleadingly, stammering a bit as he felt his nervous self pop back up. He had only sung to an audience once, the audience being Aisu, and the stage being their dorm. He was way too shy to sing, but he couldn't really get his songs right without lyrics, so he had thought of coming here to practice and not be heard.
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Post by Rose Weasley on Oct 20, 2010 21:26:09 GMT -5
Her heart had left her hours ago for the warmth of his hands and the way that he looked at her, but the adorable way he was acting was making her heart quiver and shake with emotion. All of her life, she'd been looking for the storybook love that she read about so commonly, and with Allen, she felt like she'd always had it, as if he'd been created to free her from all of the world's problems and to make everything better...and to make her feel happy and loved.
His awkward terror was interesting, different from Drunk!Allen's usual behavior, but she adored his more sensitive side, "Maybe I did, and maybe I didn't," she responded cryptically, keeping her face blank before the facade broke and her entire face was covered with a smile, "Okay, I didn't. But I bet it's amazing. You should play something for me sometime!"
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Post by Allen Blackwell on Oct 20, 2010 21:32:56 GMT -5
Her cryptic answer did nothing to soothe Allen's nerves, seeing as he usually messed up or changed from song to song in a heart beat, or just randomly ended up with a bunch of cuss words for a song, which was fun, but certainly not for someone else to hear. Her smile seemed reassuring though, but maybe that was just him being enthralled by her presence. How did her presence manage to both calm him and make him a bundle of nerves?
Rose then assured him she hadn't, which made him release a breath he had not been aware of holding. He didn't want her to have heard some of the songs, they were way to obvious... and well, yeah. Personal and upsetting for him. He still wondered how he hadn't noticed her hanging around, or flying over him if she had been practicing Quidditch. "I..." he started, trying to gather up courage to allow himself to play for someone. "wanna hear me play right now?" he asked, his half-drunken state allowing the words to come out.
He was already roaming through his mind as for what to play, certainly not something of his, because that'd be awkward as hell. Most of his own songs were about, well... either about her or about parties, and most of them he wasn't too sure about anyway. The musical repertory in his mind rushed through songs he knew by heart. He wondered vaguely if she knew any of them, as most were songs by muggles, but if she did, he wouldn't have to sing too... And a perfect song popped into mind, but he doubted she would know it... damn. But perhaps it would be better that way?
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Post by Rose Weasley on Oct 21, 2010 5:35:20 GMT -5
It was killing her not to tell him at this point--she wanted so desperately for him to know, but she realized that this wasn't the plan, so she relaxed, and tried to stay in the moment. This moment was like a snapshot in her mind, she didn't ever want to forget it, no matter how drunk she might have been, which she honestly didn't even know. But how had he not figured it out? She'd thought it was exceedingly obvious, she'd never tried to hide her emotions from him. But he was still nervous through his cheer, and she didn't want to rush anything, or at least not until he calmed down.
"I'd love to," she responded quickly, her heart pounding slightly faster. She wondered somewhere in the back of her mind if he thought she was creepy for admitting that she'd been flying over him, but it seemed like a story they could tell their children or....whoa, wait.... Had she really just thought that? Was she as serious about him as she had just indicated? Maybe this wasn't what she had believed it to be--prolongued lust, as she'd believed for so long, both with him and her boyfriends of the past. But with Allen, she felt whole and complete, as if everything she wanted had come true.
But he was lost in his thoughts while hers raced around, still figuring out her revelation, her face slightly flushed, invisible in the dark night. This was big, something that might even be beyond what she thoughg her real thoughts were about him.
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Post by Allen Blackwell on Oct 21, 2010 20:10:21 GMT -5
A hand reached up to his hair, shaking it around nervously, feeling stupid for having asked that. The answer was positive, though, so he pulled out his wand and summoned his guitar. Hopefully it wouldn't bump against anything on the way down. He started fidgeting with his hands once again, rubbing at a place where he'd previously bitten. "Am I really that oblivious when I'm playing, though? or are you fooling around with me?" he asked, his mind drifting back to the topic of Rose seeing him play. He couldn't help but feel oddly vulnerable, but he tried to not show it too much.
The acoustic guitar he adored so much finally arrived at their place, along with it's cover. He hoped no one had seen it come down, or they'd be in trouble. He chuckled as he caught it, removed it from it's case and placed it neatly on his lap. His hands caressed the body of the guitar before positioning themselves ready to play. He wondered again if he should go for that song. "Uh, right... I've never sung in front of anyone before, though." he said, his fingers pressing the strings for the first chord of the song, the other hand rasping the strings lightly.
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Post by Rose Weasley on Oct 21, 2010 20:18:21 GMT -5
"It's adorable," she responded non-commitally. To be honest, she'd made it a point not to let him see her, it just seemed a bit too possessive...and she assumed that if he'd wanted to be seen doing it, he wouldn't have been hiding alone on the Quiddich Pitch. After all, she knew of all of the girls in her yeah who would have wanted to be there...which meant something for sure, but she didn't know what. Maybe Sober!Allen wasn't as much of a womanizer. That seemed like a nice prospect, as she was unsure about how she felt about his flirtatiousness. But of course, being clingy was a failure, which was why she hadn't made it clear to him in the first place how much she liked him. She fell silent, listening to the crickets in the night as he summoned his guitar.
It seemed seredipitous that they hadn't been caught, even as his guitar flew through midair to land right in front of him. As he took it out, it was almost as if he was revealing the Holy Grail, the way that he seemed to revere his guitar, which she found sweet. It reminded her of her broomstick, and she felt lucky to have something that she was committed to, like Allen & his guitar. But he was hesitating, thinking, and she realized that it was up to her to convince him to play. "There's a first time for everything!" She enthused quietly as he began to play.
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Post by Allen Blackwell on Oct 21, 2010 20:31:27 GMT -5
Allen smiled up at her, his view finally leaving his guitar and returning to the beautiful sight in front of him. Rose was looking at him, though he felt it quite different from before and something inside of him was steering again. He liked the idea of playing out here at night for her only, and felt like an idiot for thinking it, but the it was quite romantic. Silly hopeless romantic in him had kinda hoped he would get to do it... And now he was slightly shaky. Her words made his hands steady on the strings as he took a deep breath. "Fine, but don't laugh if I mess up. It's new to do this with an audience..." he said, closing his eyes. He filled his lungs with about as much air as he could, letting it go slowly as he started playing the first chords. He took a breath again and looked up at her, his eyes probably giving him away, but he hoped she wouldn't notice. "Lying' in my bed I hear the clock tickin', think of you..." Song
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Post by Rose Weasley on Oct 21, 2010 21:06:31 GMT -5
The music was soft and sweet, filling up her ears with its sweet melody, immersing her in the feeling that her feet had long ago lifted off the ground and that she was flying, riding on the highest buzz of enthusiasm that she'd felt in years. Did he know how much she loved that song? That her mother used to play it for her every night before she slept? He couldn't have, but still, the fact that he picked that song was one of the most romantic things she'd ever experienced. For the first time in her life, really, she felt special, as if the two of them were existing in their own form of reality, as if they had left behind all the baggage and pain that reality carried and floated into their own world, where he was...serenading her, in a way. This was the kind of thing that every girl dreamed of, she realized, and it wasn't even that that was making her happy. It was the way that Allen shook slightly with nerves, the fact that his voice was absolutely gorgeous , that he'd been so scared to show off his ridiculous talent. She'd never known how good he was, only that he played--he didn't usually play for anyone, as far as she knew. Humming along to the tune, she resisted the urge to put her head on his shoulders, her favorite sign of affection, but desperately didn't want to interrupt this moment, to end the state of peace and harmony that they were in.
She wanted to tell him, she decided, but not until he finished his song. She wanted to explain how her heart was soaring to new depths, how all of the emotion that was filling up her heart had expanded beyond it and was now consuming her entire body, which tingled with glee.
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Post by Allen Blackwell on Oct 21, 2010 21:20:44 GMT -5
"I will be waiting, time after time... time after time." Allen's voice quieted down at the last couple of words, He felt like they were the only two people in the entire world, completely at peace. She looked perfect to him, just now, sitting in front of him like that with that smile on her face. His fingers strummed one last time the strings, bringing the song to an end, and he noticed he too was smiling.
"So... dunno if you know the song, it's pretty old." he said, his hand messing up his hair nervously once again. His hands still rested on his guitar, cradling it softly. He wondered why she was so silent, and he frowned as he remembered a small humming along with the song, but he figured it must've been his imagination. Allen's mother would usually hum to the tune whenever he played, and tears welled up in her eyes, the song one of her favorites. "And I kinda messed up badly a couple times...Mum's favorite song, though."
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Post by Rose Weasley on Oct 21, 2010 21:27:56 GMT -5
"It's one of my favorite songs," she responded, picturing Allen's mom in her head as she spoke. "My mum used to play it for me every night before bed, because dad didn't like it." A part of her was miserable that the song was over, but the peace that had lingered in the air was dominating, making them both possess their awkward and adorable grins, the ones that they used when words were escaping them, when there was nothing that needed to be said.
But there was something that needed to be said, she realized, and her heart pounded nervously as she opened her mouth to say it. She couldn't hold it in any longer, couldn't keep her heart at bay. "There's something I need to tell you," she said quietly, her heart pounding heavily in her chest. But she'd already started, and she owed him the next part of her statement, no matter what happened. "I kind of like you....um, a lot." Oooh, eloquent. She resisted the urge to smack herself, furious with her inability to remain smooth in any sense of the word. But the words had been said, and her chest was free and clear of the secret that she'd been holding in since she was only an innocent child, with no understanding of her emotions in the slightest.
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Post by Allen Blackwell on Oct 21, 2010 21:44:15 GMT -5
(( Song)) Allen couldn’t really believe that she liked him the moment she said it, their interactions far too different from what they’d be, were they completely sober. “I… is… care to hear something by me?” he said, stumbling over his words. His fingers were strumming a familiar tune now, one he had created last year. He didn’t notice as his fingers started playing the tune, not even waiting for her answer. He couldn’t come up with a good answer to her statement, so he would, at least, answer with this. Allen played his guitar with thoughts of her, playing the song over and over for the past year, because it was what he felt, what was on his mind most of the time. Rose. He started singing the lyrics he’d written, softly, his eyes fluttering shut. “Look like a lush, talk like a tease, the way you like it.” His heart was beating faster than he’d ever felt it, it might explode at any moment. It was always Rose. And now he was here, playing a song that was all about her, how they constantly fooled around and how it hurt him. How every morning after the party he would be looking her way, and not a single glance was directed his way. He stopped looking for her eyes after a while, because it only made him hurt more. Now she had told him she liked him, and he didn’t know what to make of it. “Would it kill you to care as much as I did?” Allen’s voice was filled with emotion, the song as true as it had been when he first wrote it. He was much too shy when sober to talk to Rose, let alone ask her out. He was also very afraid of rejection. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to look at her, because he did, he always did. But spilling out feelings like this felt too overwhelming for him. This was laying out his heart out to her, completely. And most likely he’d end up with a horribly wounded heart in return, but he found out he cared less and less as the song progressed. “Wake me when it’s over… the last sounds of goodbye.” Allen’s voice cracked slightly. He really hoped this wouldn't be it. He opened his eyes to look at her once again, only briefly, to check if she was still there. His mind didn't believe it yet. Did she really? "You're a stranger I know well, and not at all." He tried explaining Rose that she might not like him sober as much as she seemed to like his more outgoing and fun personality of a drunkard in the song. That was what he though when he wrote that... "You're a stranger I know...well..." he finished the song, his heart pounding like crazy, his eyes remaining closed for a few moments more.
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Post by Rose Weasley on Oct 21, 2010 21:55:34 GMT -5
The message he was trying to make was abundantly clear, and of course he was right. They barely knew each other, just components of each other that added up to nothing, that signified nothing. But this was scary territory, uncharted territory because she had no idea how to respond, no snark or wit, nor any kind of a romantic comment came to mind, just pure dejection. This...whatever it was...was it too soon? It hadn't felt too soon at the time, but now she was feeling moronic, like a small child failing a reading quiz. But this might have been one of her first glances of Sober!Allen, and what she was seeing made her wonder if he only liked Drunk!Rose, although the two Roses seemed to be more similar than the two Allens. All of this pain that she'd apparently caused him without even realizing it, she wondered if she'd done more harm to him in his life than if she hadn't been involved in it. But she too had been afraid, wondering all of the times that she saw him in their normal lives if they even knew each other. Apparently he didn't think they did.
"So," she said, her voice quivering, "Where does this leave us?"
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Post by Allen Blackwell on Oct 21, 2010 22:10:02 GMT -5
Brown eyes opened to the sight of her, obviously uncomfortable. He knew this would happen, and baring his heart out like that, he didn't really have much words left. "I..." This wasn't good, he decided. He had most likely messed up his chances of getting together, but the thought of her not liking him once they'd been together for a bit seemed a lot worse.
He figured Drunk!Rose and Sober!Rose weren't as different from each other as he was, and he liked what he knew of Rose. Even though he felt like a stalker, any time he caught her interacting with her friends in the hallways or at class, he liked her a bit more. Parties only made her a bit more open, he figured. While he... he was an entirely different persona when smashed, and she didn't know him at all. Allen put his guitar away, placing her softly on its case, before turning to her again.
"I'm scared. But I've liked you for years. And I never thought you liked me back, anway." he stammered out. He looked down at his guitar again, knowing way too many songs he played on his beloved instrument were about her. He looked up at Rose again, instinct taking over making him kiss her gently, only for a couple seconds. "But you don't know me at all, I'm not that fun when I'm sober." he muttered as he pulled away. He looked down once again as his mostly sober self noticed what he had just done, a blush most likely starting to show on his cheeks.
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Post by Rose Weasley on Oct 21, 2010 22:26:53 GMT -5
"I have to admit," she said with a chuckle, "that I am absolutely terrified right now." It felt good to admit that, actually, and the truth serum kept working its magic, "I've liked you since third year actually...but I assumed you didn't like me back." She took special care not to mention that Aisu had told her about his feelings, assuming that it would only cause a further rift between the two of then. But when he kissed her, a gentlemanly kiss, she waited until he was done, then leaned over to give him a short kiss back. "But I do know you Allen," she said, "And I learn quickly..."
It wasn't even that she was uncomfortable, just nervous. Why was she convincing him of this? Weren't they "meant for each other"? That had been her feeling just a few minutes before, but maybe that wasn't true. The only thing that she knew at the moment was that she wanted to be with him, and with nobody else.
When she'd first started to like him, she dispatched Gia, Dom, and Mia to spy for her--too nervous that she would get caught. The practice had unofficially continued for years, leaving her with snippets of information about Sober!Allen. He was putting himself down, she decided, and that she could not abide by.
"Al, no matter if you're drunk or sober, you are Allen Blackwell, and I adore you. I always have, and that's what's important in the end."
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Post by Allen Blackwell on Oct 21, 2010 22:45:06 GMT -5
To tell the truth, Allen was shocked beyond belief at her words, at her kiss, at... the moment in general. It seemed way too good to be true. The hopeless romantic in him wanted to believe it was happening, but he was too much of a pessimist. All of it was overwhelming.
He could feel the heat in his cheeks as he looked up swiftly. "I've... yeah, third year." He wanted to slap himself for being as articulate as troll at such an important time. Were they really talking about this? He swallowed dry spit a couple times, trying to make sense of things. "I... liked you since our third year too. But you went out with others, and I stayed in the background."
He leaned in to kiss her again at her last words, not being able to think of much to say, let alone speak clearly. He had often watched her from afar, he had seen her with other boys and he ended up writing songs. It was easier to get his emotions out that way, so right now was extremely hard, but he felt like he was in heaven.
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Post by Rose Weasley on Oct 21, 2010 22:55:35 GMT -5
"Didn't you notice that I never stayed with any of them, love? As much as I hate to say it, they meant absolutely nothing to me. I just....I don't like being alone." And it was true. As a young girl, she'd only had to sneeze and her parents were there immediately, and after Hugo was born, she had a playmate whenever she wanted, which was heavenly. Being dropped at Hogwarts had scared her, as she had no specific person that was perpetually there, even including her best friends in the universe.
"And in my defense," she added, teasingly, "How many people did I watch you hook up with in those years? I'll give you a hint, not including me, it's still a lot..." Which had hurt, but unlike Allen, she didn't contain a drop of pessimism in her--she consistently believed that everything was just going to work out and be okay somehow, which apparently it had.
She loved his kisses--they were by far superior to anyone else's, and she reciprocated, letting her mind race with wonder. How strangely this night had turned out, but she was so ridiculously happy at the result of it.
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