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Post by dacian on Oct 30, 2011 17:39:57 GMT -5
Daciana was entranced by the sound of the crunching snow beneath the rubbered soles of her demolished converse. The shoes did little to protect against the cold of the snow. But it never really crossed her mind. Neither did the cold wind blowing across her face, biting her face and making her cheeks and nose red. The over sized jacket seemed much larger than it actually was on her thin frame and the hood was pulled over her head and blond curls billowed out from the hood and over her chest. She seemed like such a loner. And in the end, it was probably and adequate description. Recently she'd spent much more time by herself. And the full moon wasn't the only thing to blame for that. Her head had become a whirlwind of confusion. And Daciana wasn't that happy about it.
Her emotions for Samantha well...they were becoming confused. She wasn't quite sure how she felt about the girl anymore and she had kept her distance in an attempt to sort out her emotions. So far it wasn't working. She was just as confused as ever. Cursing in Romania, she stamped her foot on the ground before sitting on a relatively snow free rock, legs pulled up to her chest, arms wrapped around them, and chin resting in the crevice that her knees had made. Things were just getting harder and harder. And the young half-lycan didn't quite know what to do. Or if she should do anything. Should she just roll with the punches? Go with the flow, as Chandler had said? Or did she need to actually do something? She cursed loudly in Romanian once more before burying her face in her knees. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Gilbert Thompson on Oct 30, 2011 23:49:29 GMT -5
Gil breathed deeply in the cold, crisp air. He loved Hogsmeade visits in the winter; the village was gorgeous, and it was always nice to spend some time out of the castle on weekends. Instead of going into Hogsmeade with his twin today, though, he'd decided to go by himself. It was a wonderful day to simply stroll down the main street, hands in his pockets, watching his breath fog the air in front of him.
The only thing he regretted, at this point, was that he'd forgotten his hat. Scarf, check. Several layers, check. Hat and gloves, whoops; they were on his bed in the Hufflepuff dormitory. Still, he'd been most of the way to Hogsmeade when he'd remembered them, but he hadn't wanted to go back; he'd rather spend more time in the village.
Taking another deep breath, he stepped out of the village, wanting a little bit of time alone. That is, until he heard what he thought was Romanian. True, he didn't know the language itself, but he was fairly good at recognizing languages when he heard them.
"Well, if I spoke Romanian, I'm sure I would be blushing if I were easily offended," he said, making his way over to the girl with her head on her knees. "Is everything okay?" he asked. He didn't even really know who this girl was, but she looked like she needed someone to talk to.
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Post by dacian on Oct 31, 2011 1:00:06 GMT -5
Daciana looked up as a new voice broke the silence. For moment her mane of curly blond hair obscured her view, but with a quick shake of her head that was solved even if it had thrown her hood mostly off her head, "You're more than likely right on that one," her Romanian accent lightened as she spoke English, "Most of those words weren't for polite for conversation. So I guess we're lucky you don't understand Romanian."
She cocked her head to the side, looking at him with curious eyes. He looked familiar. But Daciana couldn't for the life of her put a name to the boys face. Though without that information it was easy to tell that he wasn't any sort of threat. He more than likely just stumbled upon her. Are you okay? Truthfully Daciana had never thought about it. Was she okay? In the long run, probably. But now it didn't seem so much like it. "I'm just....really confused, I guess." She didn't really know how to explain it without revealing everything about herself. Would that be so bad though? To have someone get it. She wasnt sure and there was no way she could answer that question in the first few seconds of meeting this boy.
"But what teenager isn't?" she let out a dry chuckle and reached a surprisingly warm hand out to him, "I'm Daciana." She gave him a small, smile to accompany the introduction to show she was okay with his presence, "And I've got a lot going on." This time she let out a real laugh. Though whether that was good or not is debatable. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Gilbert Thompson on Oct 31, 2011 16:31:08 GMT -5
"No, Romanian is one of the languages I can only recognize, not understand," he laughed. "Although, I think I caught a "damn" in there, somewhere," he said, grinning. Well, Gil, clearly there is more to you than meets the eye. How many other foreign language curses do you know?
As she indicated that she was all right with his presence, he sat down next to her, sympathetic expression on his face. "Is it anything you might want to talk about?" he asked softly. He didn't want to intrude; they had just met, after all, but well, she looked like she could use a friend right now.
And then she introduced herself. "Daciana," he repeated, smiling as he took her hand. Instead of shaking it, though, he placed a small kiss on the back of her hand, smile still on his face. "That's a beautiful name," he murmured. "Mine isn't nearly as exciting," he laughed. "I'm Gilbert, but please, call me Gil. Most people do." Although, some people liked to make up different nicknames for him, and he was usually all right with that.
"Yeah, I know what that sort of thing is like," he said, still sympathetic. "And, I know you just met me and have no idea whether you can trust me, but believe me when I say that, yes, you can. I will never reveal a confidence, unless it would hurt someone if I didn't," he told her. That might not be comforting for some people, but he hoped that it would help.
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Post by dacian on Oct 31, 2011 16:50:20 GMT -5
Daciana gave a chuckle, "You, sir, would be right. Though that was probably the tamest of the words so let's be happy that's all you got," and then he asked if there was anything she wanted to talk about she wasn't quote sure though. He was a complete stranger.
She couldn't help the smile that graced her face as he kissed the back of her hand and told her she had a beautiful name. And then he introduced himself. Gil, she rolled his name around in her mind. It was different. Interesting. And Daciana was a huge fan of different and interesting. "Daciana is romanian for 'little wolf'. My mom picked it."
She listened intently as he offered his ear. Offered her confidence. And for once, Daciana decided it was time to open up to someone. She'd spent so long keeping parts of herself a secret. And it was starting to take its toll on her. Without thinking, she placed her head on his shoulder, long blond hair making a curtain in the space between them. Daciana was a touching girl and the small action gave her comfort, "You know how there are parts of you that make you worry? Makes it seem like no one can be with you because you have this part of you that you think no one will accept. I have tjat. On top of that...I had feelings for this girl but I got them confused. but I spent so long loving and caring about her, I don't know if I can function without loving and caring about someone. I dunno. It sounds stupid." [/blockquote] |
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Post by Gilbert Thompson on Nov 2, 2011 22:49:09 GMT -5
Gil just listened to what Daciana had to say, smiling as she explained the meaning of her name. He had meant it when he'd told her that her name was beautiful, and her words merely served to affirm what he'd said before he'd known more.
"It doesn't sound stupid at all," he murmured, resting his head on top of hers for a moment. She needed comfort through physical contact, and since he could help at all, he was certainly glad to do so. "What happened between you and this girl, if you don't mind my asking?" He really did want to be able to offer her any help that he could, but well, at the moment, he didn't really know what else to say. If he knew nothing about the situation, all he would be able to do would be to offer vague, trite advice. And he didn't want to do that, not at all.
He smiled again, putting an arm around her shoulders, offering her what physical comfort he could. "Trust me; no matter what part of you you think no one will accept, there will always be someone out there who will accept that part of you, along with the resst of you, no questions asked." Gil liked to think that he was a pretty accepting person, as far as things went. After all, one of his best friends had a Veela for a grandmother, and Gil had no trouble accepting that, at all. Yes, he cared more about who the person was than what they might be.
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