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Post by Achille Desmarais on Dec 29, 2010 13:14:58 GMT -5
Achille found that he loved Rome's laugh, and mentally decided that he would try to get it as often as possible. And not the derogatory laughter that usually accompanied Rome, but this true unburdened laughter of happiness. Achille felt his face form into an actual smile. It was the first time in a very long time that he had felt good enough to smile. Oddly, it was the worst he had felt physically in a long time as well.
He realized that his and Rome's reasons for coming outside weren't so different. "We were both just looking for an escape" and I, for one, found it. He thought the last part silently, not sure if he wanted to say that to Rome, because it might mess it up. He wondered what would have happened if he had just stayed inside. Things would've been quite different for him.
Achille laughed silently, just one small chuckle that could have gone totally unnoticed. "I would say that was fairly exciting as well." He felt that it was a hyperbole, because he had not had anything that intense happen to him for a while. Casting spells openly, on other students, was not really Achille's style, and he often was not around for butting heads.
"Do you really think that?" Achille had never thought it had been possible for him to fit in. If he was attractive, as Rome said, then perhaps some of those looks he had thought were the stares given to a stranger were actually looks of attraction. Probably not. Rome was just flattering him, for whatever reason. "I really don't think I'm the type to fit in. I didn't come here until the end part of my second year, so everyone just thought of me as the new kid. I may have gotten past that title, mais je ne suis pas à l'aise avec les. La plupart d'entre eux" He added, thinking of Rome. He definitely was comfortable with Rome. It was still odd, though, being comfortable with someone other than his family.
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Post by Rome Kingston on Jan 3, 2011 16:30:43 GMT -5
Like Achille loved Rome’s laugh, Rome loved to hear Achille’s laugh. It was so sweet, so lovely to listen to. And forget about his smile. It made Rome want to tighten his grip on Achille, as if he’d leave or be taken away at any given moment. Rome didn’t want that to happen; he was growing quite fond of the other. He’d grow to regret spending this time with him, because it would make it harder for him to ignore the other outright, but…right now, he didn’t care about the long-term effects. He just wanted to sit there with the other for the rest of the day, not caring about assignments and other shit like that.
Rome chuckled as Achille drew the connection. “Yes, I suppose you are right there,” he replied simply. ”Both of us from the stuffy castle.” He made a face as he looked towards it. ”And, I got to say, I sure as hell found an escape.” He gave a light grin; what exactly he meant by that, though, was still trying to be figured out inside of his head. Did he mean that he found something to do outside, or…was he enjoying the company of Achille so much that it was an escape for him? Whatever it was…
As Achille chuckled and spoke again, Rome ended up putting the wand away again. He would fine the cutesy couple later and hex them then, but he couldn’t focus on it at that moment. Having Achille laughing lightly while he was leaning against him was distracting him way too much. He laughed as well, though, nodding to his comment. ”Oh, definitely,” he replied. ”Kinda sets a pretty good mood for the year, eh? Doubt it isn’t going to be interesting.”
Rome nodded. ”Yeah, you really are,” he replied. He paused for a moment. ”Well, if you ask me at least. I think you’re definitely attractive enough to fit in with some of the bigger groups, but…don’t really see why you would want to, quite frankly.” He shrugged slightly. ”I like not being attributed to any sort of group, just on the cusp of everything going on in Hogwarts, looking in at everyone dealing with their individual drama. And I don’t have to be bothered with any such drama, so it’s a plus for me.” He paused though, thinking about what Achille had said. ”Qui êtes-vous à l'aise, puis, si vous n'avez pas l'esprit me demander? Et vous n'avez pas à vous soucier de quelqu'un d'autre l'écoute, ce n'est pas comme ils peuvent nous comprendre.”
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Post by Achille Desmarais on Jan 4, 2011 22:24:14 GMT -5
As Rome smiled, Achille felt his heart jump. It was absurd that Rome would feel the same way as he about the escape. He had been attempting to subtly insinuate that spending time with Rome was a release from his previous stress, and if Rome understood that, even if he didn't, he was returning the expression of enjoyment with Achille's company. In all his life, Achille had never had a two way romantic relationship. With girls, they had been the interested ones, and Achille went along with it, and with boys the role was reversed, but this seemed to be one time when there were mutual feelings toward each other.
Achille found it terribly hard to resist smiling when Rome gave him a grin. When normally a frown adorned his features, tainting them with negativity, Rome made it possible for the weight of the world to be lifted from his shoulders-- if only slightly. Achille was glad to see Rome put away his wand also. It meant that he wanted to focus more on Achille. He could hardly believe what was going on.
Shying away from the compliment, Achille leaned away from Rome to give him an incredulous look. "Je-- je n'ai jamais pensé ca." Most of Achille's life, he had imagined himself to be a total outsider, but if what Rome said was true, he could have been someone to fit in. "I agree with you, that it would not be something desirable to fit in with the 'bigger groups', I have just never seen myself as having any choice."
"Ah, oui, je ne me souce pas de quelqu'un autre ecoute, mais c'est vous qui ecoutai. Je souce de votre avis." Achille was afraid to take the step to tell Rome what he was thinking: that he was falling for him. He had had very wrong instincts before, and these about Rome could be no different. After a pause, he realized that if he didn't say this now, he would regret it. After all he wasn't necessarily admitting to liking Rome. "Mais, je dirai. A ce moment, c'est toi qui je suis a l'aise avec." He felt relieved saying it, and also was glad to use the informal 'toi' instead of 'vous'. If Rome would be unfazed then it would be something making Achille very glad. As he spoke, he moved back toward Rome, only a minor adjustment physically, but it made all the difference emotionally. He touched Rome's hand with his own.
He suddenly became very nervous as he began to go through with his action, but it was too late to turn back. Heart pounding in his head so hard he imagined the whole courtyard could hear it, he wondered how Rome would react. He tried to convince himself that if Rome had a negative reaction, that he would be fine, but it wasn't often-- at all-- that he would let himself be vulnerable like this, and so Rome's reaction could end up hurting Achille, no matter how small.
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Post by Rome Kingston on Jan 6, 2011 10:34:26 GMT -5
Rome wasn’t used to this. He wasn’t used to smiling so genuinely, without any sort of malice at all – and while he was at Hogwarts! It was odd; he didn’t know why he was doing this. He had a sort of sneaking suspicion, but he tried to shove it off to the back of his head. It couldn’t be that, it just couldn’t. He didn’t want to stop, though; it was pleasant to just…relax, just sit to the side and watch everyone go by while talking with someone in a way that was out of character for him. He’d go back to his usual reckless demeanor later – right now, he just wanted to stay there with Achille. Or anywhere, so long as he was with Achille. He was comfortable with him, to say the least; it helped that the other knew French. Rome always loved to speak in languages other than English, especially French. It made him feel more connected to his father’s heritage, even if he wasn’t completely happy with his father at that moment.
Through the years, Rome had, indeed, had his fair share of crushes, but he was normally able to just push through them easily, able to just ignore the person or torture them more than he usually did until they started avoiding him, or he found some flaw in the other that made Rome fall out of the crush. Even if that didn’t work, he would normally make the other so angry at him that he would convince himself that, no matter what he did, no matter what conciliatory attempts were made between them, there was no fixing it, and he just let the crush burn out on its own. But…only one crush he had ever had was similar to the one that he was feeling right now towards Achille, and that was what was scaring him so. But…he’d deal with it later.
As Achille leaned away from him, though, Rome found himself questioning himself. What had he done? Had he said something, or had he accidently said the wrong thing in French? He knew he was slightly rusty from not having spoken in French for a while (not since the last time he saw Alois, who always worked on his language studies with him over the summers), but he could have sworn that he had gotten it right. But once Achille replied, he relaxed; the other was just surprised by the compliment. He gave a light chuckle, shrugging lightly. ”Eh bien, je ne. Et, en vous regardant, je suis sûr que d'autres ont ainsi.” he replied. ”You definitely have your choice, though. Trust me, from someone who’s been an outsider and hated for most of his years here; all you got to do is put in a little bit of effort and, I swear, several groups will want you to join their ranks.”
Rome raised an eyebrow at Achille’s comment, though. He cared that he, the evil Rome, was listening? What, was it because they hadn’t really started bonding until what, ten minutes ago? But he was willing to let it go, to just nod his head and let him have his privacy. But then he spoke again, and, this time, addressed him informally. Which surprised Rome quite a bit. He cleared his throat so as to try to hide the emotions that were running rampant in his mind, but all efforts ceased the moment Achille touched his hand. It was a simple gesture, sure, but...Rome was thrown by it. His cheeks gained a faint pink tint. He wasn’t used to these moves being placed on him; the last time that really happened had been, what, two, three years ago, with his muggle ex-boyfriend? He didn’t expect to feel that again, and yet here he was. He turned his hand over so Achille’s hand was lying in his so he could grip it lightly. ”Je suis heureux,” he replied. ”Je me sens à l'aise avec vous aussi. Je pense.”
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Post by Achille Desmarais on Jan 6, 2011 23:00:59 GMT -5
Achille looked into Rome's eyes, realizing that this was something new that he had been missing. His thoughts were miles away from the illness that it would be focused on otherwise. Instead, it was racing with thoughts of Rome, this moment, possible futures. His problems seemed to melt away just as his frown did when he looked at Rome's face. The boy's mannerisms in this situation made Achille so at home, speaking his vernacular tongue only increased it.
Blown away by what Rome said, Achille couldn't help furrowing his eyebrows as he tried to imagine himself in the position of one of the groups of friends he knew. It-- it just didn't fit. As attractive as Rome said he was-- which was hard to believe anyway, Achille doubted he could ever really "fit in with them". It just wasn't who he was. With Rome, on the other hand, Achille saw that he fit in perfectly, and he loved it. Being accepted openly, being shown kindness normally made Achille push farther away. But the fact that it was so contrary Rome's normal character just proved that it was genuine in Achille's mind.
He felt bad for being so preoccupied in himself, and he thought he should return the favor, not to decrease the truthfulness of what he said. He meant every word. "Assez de moi, vous êtes beaucoup plus attrayant. Je l'ai toujours pensé, mais n'a jamais voulu admettre jusqu'à présent."
Seeing that Rome was somewhat made unhappy by his comment implying lack of trust, he was made afraid when he spoke his true mind. Time seemed to slow down as he awaited Rome's response-- a cough meant to hide his emotions proving successful in hiding them from Achille. He worried. Had he been too forward? Would Rome accept it. He began to feel dizzy as he stressed, the instant before response seeming like an eternity.
When he felt movement underneath his hand, Achille almost jumped. This was what he wanted right? But maybe Rome was moving away. The hand turned over, and Achille's breath caught as he realized that at the moment he was holding hands in a romantic way with a boy who he was fairly certain he liked. When Rome responded, Achille felt his eyes begin to fill with tears. He tried to keep them from leaking out, and he succeeded mostly, allowing just the beginning of a trickle from his eyes. He couldn't take this great amount of emotion he had gone through in just a short while.
He smiled at Rome's statement. "Tu me fait heureux. Je suis un peu embarrassé dire, mais je n'ai jamais avais un moment comme ca." He felt like his mouth was running on its own, without any control from himself. His normal close watch on expressing emotions was totally gone, and he was speaking the way he felt like never before. He never imagined that he could feel so close to someone in so short a time, especially Rome. Maybe it had to do with his current state, but at the moment he didn't care. He only cared that Rome might take it as too forward, or in some other way a turn-off.
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Post by Rome Kingston on Jan 9, 2011 18:47:45 GMT -5
Rome looked away after a few moments of Achille looking into them, afraid that the other would possibly see too deep into them, might see all of the shit he was hiding. Afraid the other might see his plan to leave before it went too far, about how he was slowly beginning to get a crush on the other. He didn’t want Achille to learn anything more about what was going on in Rome’s mind at that moment, because Rome was displaying his weakness at that moment. He wanted to go, to run back to the Slytherin common rooms immediately and just leave him, but, at the same time, he wanted to stay there with Achille, he wanted to lean in and just kiss the other, to just let every defense he ever had fall for just one minute. And it took everything he could to do neither of those, to just sit there and listen to Achille.
As Achille complimented him, though, Rome blushed faintly. He paused for a moment, then chuckled weakly, trying to return to his usual personality. ”Je sais,” he replied. ”Mais je vous remercie. Cela signifie beaucoup.” Shit, that didn’t work out the way he wanted it to -- he didn’t mean to say that! He cursed silently, but maintained a smile on his face. Don’t let him see how weak you truly are, Rome, he thought to himself. He just wants to hurt you. But he couldn’t believe that completely as he thought it -- it seemed more like an excuse than anything. An excuse not to let Achille in, to let him be the first one in years to bring out the true Rome consistently.
Oh god, he was crying. Rome couldn’t help but reach up and wipe away the few tears that had gotten through Achille’s defenses. ”Vous n'avez pas besoin de pleurer,” he said quietly, letting his hand linger on Achille’s cheek for a moment more. ”Tu es si belle, encore plus quand tu pleures.” It had slipped out before he could think about it, before he could filter himself. It was too late, he needed to flee before Achille took advantage of him, before he was unable to leave.
But then Achille’s next comment made Rome freeze; he stopped thinking, he stopped breathing, everything. When everything started up again a moment later, he couldn’t stop himself; he shot forward and kissed him on the lips, probably surprising Achille just as much as he had surprised himself. The hand that was Achille’s tightened its grip, and the other hand reached up and touched the other’s cheek.
While he had kissed others fairly recently (including a string of one-night stands with a bunch of muggles he had over vacation), none of them had meant as much to him as this kiss. In fact, this kiss, in his head, was comparable to the first kiss he had with Lukis.
Which meant trouble.
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Post by Achille Desmarais on Jan 9, 2011 20:46:35 GMT -5
As Rome turned away, Achille began to frown once more. What was the matter? He thought that everything was going decently until suddenly, Rome turned away in what must be a negative response. He hoped that making eye contact hadn't done something wrong with Rome. It had been such a magical moment, though, Achille couldn't understand that anything negative could have come from it.
Achille was surprised to see embarrassment on the part of Rome. Rome Kingston. Rome Kingston was blushing. The weight of that sunk in and Achille was astounded, in a very joyful way. This was the only time he had ever seen Rome blush. He supposed that Rome must feel the same way as himself, for him to respond like that. The fact that they were already holding hands showed that he felt the same anyway, so it would be impossible for either one of them to deny something was happening.
As Rome answered, saying it meant a lot, Achille was once more amazed. It was so interesting seeing the real Rome. When Rome began speaking, it was almost a turn-off "Je sais," but then when he added that last part, Achille couldn't help smiling. "C'est vrai. Je ne peux pas le laissez." This was turning out so much differently than the rest of the day, when he had been trying to deal with his symptoms. Now he was much too preoccupied to think about them.
"Desole, Je ne veux crier. jusqu'à présent, je n'ai pas pleuré depuis longtemps. Je n'ai pas eu émotions comme ça depuis longtemps, aussi. Je ne suis pas triste. Ce sont des larmes de joie." He hoped Rome understood what he was trying to say. He didn't really have the words, even in his own language, to say why he was crying, it was just odd. It was like he was breaking down a wall that had held out how he felt for a while, and the first time he felt any true positive emotion in a while it broke down. He just didn't know how to describe it.
Achille was just finishing speaking, worried about what Rome's response would be, when he leaned down and met his lips with his own. It was an abrupt kiss, and it startled Achille. His heart literally stopped beating, and his whole body froze. Then, after he realized what was going on, he relaxed a little. Rome's hand was on his cheek, pulling him closer to his mouth. He felt his way around Rome's lips with his own, they were soft and inviting. What had started out as a rough kiss developed into gentle enjoyment. He couldn't even feel the tightened grip on his hand, as he was focused on the bliss that was occurring between their mouths.
Remembering that he had just vomited not long ago, Achille backed off. He felt so awful, that had probably been the worst kiss of Rome's life. Achille wasn't very experienced at doing this while sober, and he wondered if Rome would want to get rid of him now. He turned away from the other boy. On the way, he noticed the other people in the courtyard once more, and he began to blush. What if they saw, he wondered. This could mean a change from the fringes to the spotlight. This would be awful. He took his hand away from Rome's and stood up, avoiding making eye contact. "Je pense-- Je pense" His voice was shaking and his head was spinning; he couldn't stand, but he tried anyway. He felt himself begin to lose his balance. So much of this was wrong, when moments ago it was so right.
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Post by Rome Kingston on Jan 11, 2011 18:47:56 GMT -5
Rome liked this. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, he really liked being able to let down his defenses, being able to just…be the person that he had been maybe two days ago. He liked being that person just as much as he liked being the person that had been going to school for the past few years. He liked being able to make someone as pretty as Achille smile, to actually speak to him without being disgusted or pitying him. He had missed that feeling, despite popular belief. He liked being the person that tortured others, sure; that persona was much more fun to be. But he liked making people smile just as much as he liked to torture others. The only reason he went for the latter was because he figured that it would be easier, and that, if he went with the former, he was just going to get used and tossed aside over and over again. And he didn’t want that, no.
Another thing he liked was to surprise people. That he could do, whether or not he was being the person that went home during the summer or the one that took his classes at Hogwarts. And Achille was apparently caught off guard not only by the hand-holding, but of the blush that faintly tinting his cheeks pink. Which just made Rome chuckle faintly. And then, when Achille was surprised by his comment? He laughed this time, a soft, gentle one. ”Sauf que vous êtes tellement mieux que moi,” he replied. ”Vous êtes gentil, plus doux, beaucoup plus joli et plus de soins sur d'autres personnes que moi. Vous méritez la conversation à vous féliciter.” While said quietly and quite slowly, it was still blurted out; he didn’t think about it at all before he said anything. And, after he finished, he didn’t regret it. It was exactly what he wanted to say, and it was all true, according to him.
As Achille froze after he kissed him, though, Rome panicked slightly; had he made a mistake? Should he not have kissed the other? But then Achille relaxed, kissed him back. Rome didn’t want to part from him, despite the foul taste from the vomit. To be honest, he didn’t even notice it. He probably would notice it for a while, being too stuck on the kiss itself rather than the taste. Rome didn’t care. In situations like these, where the symbol of the kiss meant more than the actual kiss, he could care less about how good the kiss was; it could have been the best kiss known to man and he wouldn’t have realized it. When kissing for kissing’s sake, of course he cared, and often ditched guys because they weren’t good enough at kissing for him to endure a whole night of that.
And then Achille pulled away. The effect that Achille had made by that simple movement, a movement that didn’t mean anything bad, was visible on Rome’s face for a moment -- hurt. Of course he would do that to him; he remembered that Rome was a douchebag and decided to just cut it off now before anything happened. Yeah, that was the case, he was sure of it. And when Achille turned away from him and looked at all the other people, as if paranoid that someone saw them? It hurt Rome, possibly more that Achille imagined. As Achille stood up and began to lose his balance, Rome stood up and grabbed him so as to keep him standing, but his face betrayed no emotion.
”Je pense qu'il est temps d'aller à votre dortoir maintenant.”
He should have figured that’s what was going to happen, he figured. It was obvious from the very beginning, that Achille was going to hurt him. He just didn’t want to believe it.
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Post by Achille Desmarais on Jan 11, 2011 20:21:10 GMT -5
Achille looked into Rome's face and smiled at his answer. That could be so harsh was also so sweet, just below the surface. Achille could tell that he wouldn't forget this time in the courtyard for a long while, if he ever did. It was so perfect in Rome's arms. When they kissed, it spread this moment, but Achille's doubts got in the way. He hated being looked at and talked about, and this was the perfect opportunity for someone to make him that boy. It didn't matter who that boy was, but the phrase hurt like knives, the pain of being judged. Achille wanted only those people who he knew to know him in return.
As Achille turned away, he didn't see Rome's pained expression, he was too preoccupied with his own. His face was turned to a frown and his eyebrows were furrowed. He wondered whether those gossips in the courtyard had seen. It seemed not, because they continued in whatever else they had been doing. Achille didn't care about their lives, only his own right now. That kiss changed everything. He now could never deny this moment with Rome, and for once he didn't want to.
Feeling relieved as Rome caught him before he fell over, he looked into his savior's face, and saw-- stone. He did not have the sparkle in his eyes that only a moment before had been present. Achille's breath caught, and his heart dropped. Had he hurt Rome? What was he thinking turning away from him like that? He felt so awful. He must have destroyed Rome just from that small action. He could think of how he would have been terribly grieved by something like that. The words Rome spoke confirmed it. He didn't want Achille anymore. How could you want someone who would turn away from a kiss to worry about themselves? It was too late for apologies, but Achille did anyway, "Desolé. Je ne voulais pas le faire." He knew the words would be meaningless, and looked down to the ground, now feeling completely awful.
With downcast eyes, he said, "Thank you," for the assistance that Rome was giving him in standing and walking. The words were in English, for Achille didn't feel worthy of using that language which had seemed special for the secret, enclosed time with Rome. He wasn't holding him close as before, but just doing it mechanically, giving the bare minimum. Achille despaired, he obviously had hurt Rome bad enough that he hardly wanted anything to do with him. Every move Achille made felt phony in his own eyes, and pushing Rome farther away. He didn't know what to do, nothing could make this better.
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Post by Rome Kingston on Jan 12, 2011 12:26:44 GMT -5
Despite the fact that Achille had hurt him, Rome found himself still caring; that’s why he had gotten up to save him, why he had bothered to stop him from falling rather than just watching him and laughing. Why he didn’t just let go of Achille once he was sure he had stopped him from falling. He couldn’t help but still care for the other. He wasn’t back to his usual demeanor just yet; it probably wouldn’t happen for a while longer. But it was close enough. He didn’t want Achille to go, but he knew that, if he kept the other, either he would be hurt or Achille would merely grow distant, meaning he wouldn’t ever want to be with him again, both of which made sense in Rome’s mind.
While Achille’s apologized, though, Rome was caught off guard for a moment; it felt like déjà vu, reminding him so much of his first kiss with Lukis. While there had been a few subtle differences, it still brought back the memories that he had spent so long to suppress. He let out a sigh, but didn’t let go of the other.
He was once more surprised, though, when Achille stopped speaking in French. When he thanked Rome for helping, but…didn’t even bother to say it in French. It would make Rome stay up late, trying to think about why, why Achille would just…stop speaking in French. But at this moment, he was too convinced that Achille hated him to even imagine that the opposite was true. He nodded in response, though.
”Let’s go,” Rome murmured, beginning to walk slowly, trying to help Achille along.
((sorry for the crappy post))
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Post by Achille Desmarais on Jan 12, 2011 16:25:12 GMT -5
The climb to the Ravenclaw tower was long and tiring, especially for Achille. As they got ascended, they also became closer, until Achille was once again in Rome's arms. He was out of breath, and so couldn't talk, but he was able to calm down. Things didn't seem to have gone as downhill with Rome as he thought, because the few times he glanced at Rome's face, he wasn't altogether unhappy.
It seemed that Rome would be able to forgive him. The mostly silent trek was fine with Achille, even if it was physical punishment, he was able to be in physical contact with Rome the whole time. He didn't feel like he really deserved it, but he took it anyway. Whenever they got to the top and he could catch his breath he would talk to Rome once more.
And finally it came, the moment they arrived at the tower. Achille turned to Rome, and blushed a little. He had a nervous smile, and his stomach was in knots. After taking a few breaths, he spoke. "Je veux te voire encore." He looked into Rome's face hoping for a good response, and maybe another kiss, although now he had sweat on his body and was shivering gently, he probably didn't look like someone Rome would want to give a goodbye kiss. With no one around, Achille wouldn't have to worry about someone else seeing.
He felt bad for being so selfish as to expect another kiss, but he took Rome's hand, and leaned forward slightly. "Au Revoir?" he said, as if it were a question, because he wasn't sure if he would see this Rome again. This could all be some fever induced dream.
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Post by Rome Kingston on Jan 12, 2011 17:39:12 GMT -5
The main reason Rome was quiet while heading up the stairs to the Ravenclaw tower was because he was too busy thinking. To say he didn’t notice Achille getting closer would be a lie; to say he didn’t care would also be a lie. In fact, as much as he hated to admit it, he liked it a lot. But…he couldn’t help but let his mind wander with memories he had of Lukis, of the time when he was happy. He couldn’t help but wonder if that time could ever come again, where he would actually be relatively happy while walking down the halls in Hogwarts, where he would actually care about his classes, all of it. He doubted it, though.
As they arrived at the tower, Rome raised an eyebrow at Achille’s blush. Why was he blushing? It made no sense to him, and probably wouldn’t for a while, if at all. One the way up the tower, Rome found himself softening again, though; he couldn’t help it. Just being with Achille relaxed him, calmed him. He found himself longing to kiss him again, despite how he had just hurt him. But he wasn’t going to. He was certain of it. ”Nous allons nous revoir. Je suis sûr,” Rome replied. As Achille took his hand and leaned forward, all attempts not to kiss him failed. He also leaned forward, kissing the other lightly on the lips. He pulled away after a moment, extracting his hand from the other’s. ”Au revoir, et de doux rêves.”
Tomorrow…tomorrow would be interesting, that much was certain.
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