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Post by NIGHT GOLDENWOOD on Nov 12, 2012 17:51:57 GMT 1
NIGHT.flynn.GOLDENWOOD If everyone cared and nobody cried,
If everyone loved, and nobody lied. …It was decently empty around midday in the small shop. Night sat by a table in the corner farthest from the door, watching the few people that came in and out to warm up. It was decently chilly outside, he assumed; he'd been sitting in the same booth all day, nursing one Butterbeer after another. He had told himself that he had no excuse to get drunk. Yesterday he had promised Dante that he wouldn't, if only because there were too many questionable people around, and Night had troubles keeping his mouth shut when he was intoxicated. Being an auror with enemies was one thing, but being a member of the Order was another. Wizards on all sides could potentially be out to get him.
So instead he sat in the corner with his butterbeer, attempting to occupy his mind with the people and things around him rather than the day. He had a stack of papers in front of him regarding the whereabouts of a few of the witches and wizards he'd been tracking recently, and he was attempting to determine whether or not they were enemies of the Ministry because of their affiliation with the Order or because they were legitimately bad witches or wizards. But his mind kept straying to memories of that day, of seeing what was left of their bodies, of the funeral. A few days later he'd realized that his Patronus wasn't the same anymore, either; what had once been a playful German Shepard now showed up as a graceful and powerful lion, similar to his mother's lioness.
He pushed the papers aside. There was no way he was going to be able to focus on work today. He'd asked to be left alone today for a reason. He settled back into his chair and took another drink. It reminded him of his school days, back when he would come here with friends and with Dante just to have fun and forget about school. When Dante had been a kid still scared of himself, Night had taken him here after bad nights for a drink once they'd gotten him bandaged up. Still would, sometimes. He was glad tonight wasn't a full moon, because he didn't think he could be around the kid right now. Too many memories.
Another sip. Another wish that it was heavy liquor instead.
"I miss you." Night muttered under his breath. "More every day." He took another swig and watched the group of students that walked in. He hoped Dante wasn't with them. He loved the kid, he did... he just didn't want to remember. Not today.
It had been five years. That should have been plenty of time, but Night supposed one never really got over the death of loving parents. …Then we’d see the day when nobody died.
462 .::Word Count::.
If Everyone Cared by Nickleback .::Credited::.
First Post .::Notes::.
It makes me sad when Night's sad... .::Thoughts::.
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Post by CASSANDRA SINCLAIR on Nov 12, 2012 23:55:36 GMT 1
 cassandra ♦ joanne ♦ sinclair [/size][/left] ♦ i feel so alone on the friday nights
can you make it feel like home ♦ Today, she’d been in Hogsmeade on a business-related errand, conducting some research for an article she was writing for an upcoming issue of the Verity. She’d talked to two of the village’s older residents and they were even able to provide her with historical documentation. All in all, Cassie was very pleased with how things had gone that day and the work she’d got done. She’d soon be able to hand the article in for editing. These kind of articles, the one she had time for, were few and far between since she normally wrote about current affairs which raced by with barely a moment to spare.
Tonight, though, Cassie had completed her work and had no further plans and she’d been out in the cold for a long time so she decided it was time to treat herself to a hot drink and, maybe, a snack. Though it was late enough, really, to have dinner if she wanted to.
Cassy found an unoccupied two-seat table – no need, after all, to occupy one of the larger ones, since she was alone – placed her work materially, parchment and quills – one of which had run out of ink some time during the afternoon – on the table.
When Cassie ordered her tea, Madam Rosmerta offered her to add a shot of Fire Whisky to it, but Cassie declined. As much as she enjoyed the occasional shot of whisky, well, not in her tea. As she sipper her drink, Cassie looked around the pub, surveyed the other patrons. It was filling up with the evening crowd which generally seemed to come with an increase in volume of conversation.
Sipping her tea, Cassie began to re-read her notes, began to cross some of them out or to add more. That was, until suddenly her quill began to scratch the parchment in dry and interrupted lines. Cassie grimaced as her second quill ran out of ink which really wasn’t good because she’d just had a thought she’d rather not forget.
Thinking on her feet, Cassie scanned the room for a wizard she’d seen earlier. He’d been sitting a few tables away, nursing a butter beer and rifling through a stack of papers before him. A Ministry worker, Cassie assumed and if she was lucky, maybe he’d have some ink or even a quill.
Cassie drained the remains of her tea and gathered her things. She approached the stranger’s table with a friendly and hopeful smile.
“Excuse me,” Cassie said. “I’m really sorry to disturb you. But I was wondering if you happened to have a quill or some ink? Mine just ran out.”
+-word count-+ 546+-credit-+ Born To Die by Lana Del Rey+-notes-+ First time using the template.+-thoughts-+ Cassie's not naive by far, but this is so like her to just wander up to a stranger and start chatting to them.
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Post by NIGHT GOLDENWOOD on Nov 13, 2012 1:33:41 GMT 1
NIGHT.flynn.GOLDENWOOD If everyone cared and nobody cried,
If everyone loved, and nobody lied. …Night sighed and took another sip of the butterbeer, debating if staying would be better for him or leaving. On the plus side, being around a loud crowd would mean he couldn't hear his own thoughts. On the down side, a lot of people also meant he was likely to run into people he knew from his childhood. He'd cut off a lot of his friends after they'd graduated and he'd begun training to be an auror in earnest. They all knew his sad story, and he didn't need to be reminded of it.
It was too much effort to find somewhere else, so he decided he'd just sit where he was and hope for the best. Would Mother be upset with him if she saw him? Would she wonder what had happened to the boy she had raised? He shook his head. It didn't matter. He did everything he did for his family, even if they weren't around anymore.
He glanced up and noticed a girl walking toward him, very obviously making a path through the growing crowd to his table. He pulled out a smile to match hers, allowing his instincts to take over.
“Excuse me. I’m really sorry to disturb you. But I was wondering if you happened to have a quill or some ink? Mine just ran out.” [/i] Night smiled up at her and nodded. She was pretty, with her green eyes and warm, relaxed smile. "I'm sure I can find one somewhere." He said warmly, pushing aside a few papers to find the quill that he'd had earlier. He frowned when it didn't turn up. "I did have one, I promise." He picked up all the papers, careful to keep them tilted toward him. He was sure letting other people see them was against the rules in same way or other. A quill fell from the stack and fell to the floor. He quickly slid over to pick it up and offered it to her. "Would you mind having a drink with me?" He asked, standing to pull a chair out for her. "It's an awful night to be alone." At least, he assumed she was alone by the way she approached him. Most women didn't bring all of their belongings over to a stranger's table when they only needed a quill. "I'm Night, by the way. Night Goldenwood. I apologize, I should have told you that before inviting you to drink with me." He grinned sheepishly. He knew he'd promised Dante that he wouldn't get drunk, but one drink with a girl couldn't be breaking his promise. He wouldn't get intoxicated, he wouldn't spill his secrets. And she seemed like a nice girl. He hadn't seen her around the ministry, so he assumed she wasn't part of it; whether or not that meant she shared their interests should have been his second concern, but he didn't care right now. That would only matter if he started getting too chummy with her, and he wasn't about to let that happen. [/blockquote][/size] …Then we’d see the day when nobody died.
505 .::Word Count::.
If Everyone Cared by Nickleback .::Credited::.
Night is trying to be good... .::Notes::.
Oh Nightly, I love you. =) .::Thoughts::.
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Post by CASSANDRA SINCLAIR on Nov 13, 2012 19:37:44 GMT 1
cassandra ♦ joanne ♦ sinclair [/size][/left] ♦ i feel so alone on the friday nights
can you make it feel like home ♦ Cassandra found herself quite taken with the strangers smile and she was glad she hadn’t overstepped some kind of boundary by simply approaching him like that. He was younger, she found once she was close-up, than she’d thought he would be. His long-ish blonde hair fell across his forehead and she had to admit it suited him well, as did the smile. Cassie patiently waited for him to search for his quill. It fell to the floor while he was stacking his papers and Cassie was in the process of moving to pick it up for him, but he was faster.
Once he’d given her the quill, Cassie quickly leant over the table to write down her notes. Her long hair fell over a shoulder and with a slightly self-conscious chuckle she flipped it back to where it would be out of the way. She jotted down her idea in a margin of a piece of parchment that was already a criss-crossing mess of material and full-stopped it with decision.
“Thank you so much,” Cassie said, handing the wizard back his quill. “You really saved me.”
Just as Cassandra was about to ask whether she could treat her benefactor to a drink as thanks, he asked her the same question.
Cassandra laughed, amazed. “I was just about to ask you the same thing,” she said and her lips twitched into an even broader smile when he puller out a chair for her. A gentleman, apparently. Cassie could certainly appreciate that and of course she’d share a drink with him. In Cassie’s experience it was never nice, exactly, to be alone and he seemed nice enough, if not somewhat lonely, himself.
Cassie smiled and nodded as he introduced himself and contemplated his name. Night…. It was a nice, albeit unusual name.
“Good to meet you, Night,” she said, smiling warmly. “I’m Cassandra Sinclair. Just call me Cassie. Most people do.”
Cassandra took her seat at Night’s table, then.
“It’s ok, you know. I was the one who came to you, after all. And yes, I’ll gladly share a drink with you. You’ll have to let me buy you at least one, though. After all, you’re the one who helped me out.”
Cassandra folded her parchments and stuck them into the bag she was carrying with her. It was charmed to take a lot more content than it would normally be able to and Cassandra really needed that on a day-to-day basis.
“So, Night, what can I get you?” Cassandra gazed at him expectantly. He was cute and she already had a silly little urge to ruffle his hair. It looked so soft.
+-word count-+ 441+-credit-+ Born To Die by Lana Del Rey+-notes-+ next post+-thoughts-+ I am so glad these two met. |
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Post by NIGHT GOLDENWOOD on Nov 14, 2012 2:39:34 GMT 1
NIGHT.flynn.GOLDENWOOD If everyone cared and nobody cried,
If everyone loved, and nobody lied. …"I really couldn't let you buy me one." Night smiled as she sat down and he returned to his own seat, sitting forward in his chair with his arms crossed on the table in front of him. "I wouldn't be much of a gentleman if I allowed the lady to buy drinks, Cassie. And it would be an honor, besides. I needed some company tonight. So what would you like?" [/color] She certainly wasn't your stereotypical beauty queen, but she was very beautiful in a completely different way. And she was very polite, she'd already shown him that. He would be glad to have her around for a little while, and he was also glad that he'd decided not to leave yet. Conversations were always difficult to start in places likes this. The typical and obvious first question would be, 'What do you do?' But Night never felt like that was a good question to start off with, because he never wanted to answer it himself. It just got difficult, he found, when he told people he worked for the Ministry. Either they would clam up and not speak with him anymore because they hated the Ministry and it's goings on, or they would get over-enthusiastic about their policies, none of which Night particularly agreed with. He was only in it for the justice he found in his own particular work, not for the Ministry. "What brings you to Hogsmeade on a night like tonight?"[/color] He asked, pushing the butterbeer back and forth between his hands and smiling at the woman in front of him. He realized that his usual go-to question wasn't the best for tonight, but he could work with it; he didn't have to go into the whole sob story of his life, just give a brief and easy response. He didn't have to lie to avoid the truth. Sob stories weren't exactly his forte, especially not when he was meeting someone for the first time. He wanted to have a light, easy, carefree time. That had been the reason he'd decided to stay, after all. His hair was falling into his face, so he impatiently pushed it out of his face. He liked it long sometimes, and sometimes he wanted to go cut it all off. The only reason he hadn't gone to that extreme was because he knew he would regret it later. He chuckled as it fell back in his face again, giving up already. It wasn't worth the hassle. He did try to tame it sometimes, but generally it did it's own thing regardless. Night's smile was plastered to his face, and it felt natural enough most of the time. Thoughts would come and go that wanted to break through it, but he pushed them back, fairly successfully. He would much rather be happy than upset and trying to drink his thoughts away with butterbeer. [/blockquote][/size] …Then we’d see the day when nobody died.
481 .::Word Count::.
If Everyone Cared by Nickleback .::Credited::.
Erm... it's a post .::Notes::.
They're just so grown up and cute. ♥ .::Thoughts::.
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Post by CASSANDRA SINCLAIR on Nov 14, 2012 23:12:53 GMT 1
cassandra ♦ joanne ♦ sinclair [/size][/left] ♦ i feel so alone on the friday nights
can you make it feel like home ♦ Cassie laughed good-naturedly at Night’s refusal to let her buy him a drink. It seemed that she’d been right in thinking he was rather the gentleman. Though she had only known him for mere minutes so she possibly shouldn’t have passed judgement yet. But Cassie saw no harm in spending some time with him and overcoming their “strangers” status.
“Well, it looks like we’re at an impasse, than,” Cassie said. She leant towards Night conspiratorially. “But I’ll tell you what. I’ll relent.”
She’d let him be the gentleman he wanted to be and they’d avoid awkwardly trying to figure out who bought whom a drink. And if this night lasted for more than one, she could always buy the next round.
Cassie leant back to put a more appropriate distance between them once more and smiled.
“So, alright. I’ll have warm cherry mead, then, please.”
They continued the conversation for a moment before they got the drinks and by the looks of it Night had yet to finish his previous butter beer.
“The cold, brought me in here,” Cassie admitted. “Though I’ve been in Hogsmeade all day for work. Just thought it was a nice way to wrap up a successful day and a warm place to spend some time before going home.”
And as Night had hinted earlier, it spending the evening alone wasn’t really the nicest way.
Cassie watched with a grin as Night tried to get a handle on his wayward hair and couldn’t hep but be infected by his chuckle. She really had to resist the urge to reach out and try to help him with his problem. But how inappropriate would that have been? But the hair, well, it just seemed to add to Night’s charm.
“And you? I don’t suppose you were here just waiting for a damsel in distress to come looking for a quill?” Cassie teased kindly, her tone of voice possibly a little flirty, even.
It was hard not to flirt with Night, really. Cassie found herself drawn to him. He was very attractive, had beautiful eyes – a feature Cassie often found herself focusing on in people - seemed perfectly nice and he’d invited her to join him for drinks. Cassie had to cut herself some slack in thinking that the situation was slightly ambiguous and it gave her a little thrill. It had been a while since she’d done anything like this with a guy who wasn’t one of her mates.
+-word count-+ 411+-credit-+ Born To Die by Lana Del Rey+-notes-+ finally replying+-thoughts-+ Cassie, I don't blame you one bit, because he's adorable.
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Post by NIGHT GOLDENWOOD on Nov 15, 2012 7:09:45 GMT 1
NIGHT.flynn.GOLDENWOOD If everyone cared and nobody cried,
If everyone loved, and nobody lied. …Night chuckled and pulled his drink closer to him. "I generally don't sit around waiting to hand out pens, and somehow you don't seem like much of a damsel to me, anyway. I have no doubt that you can take care of yourself." [/color] He took a moment to breathe and collect his thoughts, staring at the cup in front of him with a faint smile on his face. He was all too good at shoving the emotions back when they popped up, and his smile grew. "It's kind of a bad night for me, I suppose. Not something I like to dwell on, I'm afraid, but I'll assure you that I'm very glad you happened to need a pen tonight."[/color] He felt gratitude stretch his smile farther. He sipped at his drink and stared at the liquid for a few moments. Then he looked up at her again and shook his head with a small chuckle. "But as I said, not something to dwell on. I would much rather take this opportunity to learn about you."[/color] He tapped the sides of his mug with his fingers, letting the metal ting quietly as he debated his next question. He wasn't ready to bring up jobs yet because, frankly, he didn't want to have to make up some story. He didn't want to lie to her. That also left out questions about family, because regardless of whether or not she was a good person, he didn't want to talk about his parents or give her details about Dante. The kid deserved to be left out of Night's goings on, especially if they would get the kid in trouble. Dante had a hard enough time, he didn't need to be looking over his back as well. "Do you come around often?"[/color] He asked. That should be innocent enough, and not too revealing on either of their parts, if they didn't want it to be. He wanted to have an open conversation with her, he really did, but there was just too much evil in the world anymore. Of course, he told himself that so he didn't have to face the real reason he was so closed off, but he certainly wasn't lying to himself. Ever since the Ministry... But that was getting too political. He wanted to focus on Cassandra, not on his job or what the world was coming to. He had taken the night off work, and that didn't happen very often; he should enjoy himself as much as possible. And he thought he would have a rather enjoyable evening with the woman sitting across from him, if the night continued as it had been. [/blockquote][/size] …Then we’d see the day when nobody died.
444 .::Word Count::.
If Everyone Cared by Nickleback .::Credited::.
Look! A wild post has appeared! .::Notes::.
D'aww, Night, don't be sad and stuff. = .::Thoughts::.
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Post by CASSANDRA SINCLAIR on Nov 15, 2012 21:28:58 GMT 1
cassandra ♦ joanne ♦ sinclair [/size][/left] ♦ i feel so alone on the friday nights
can you make it feel like home ♦ Cassie just grinned at Night’s assessment of her. Well, ok. No, she wasn’t much of a damsel, ever and yes, she could take care of herself. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t appreciate a helpful stranger or didn’t need one, once in a while.
Cassie nodded, silently Night was smiling, but she could tell that there was something on his mind. And then, he’d said as much and even though Cassie was curious, she wasn’t going to pry, even though she might have been able to help or to comfort. But what she could definitely do was to spend the evening with Night, provide company and make sure they both had a good time.
When Night’s hair flopped into his forehead with most motions and it made Cassie giggle just ever so slightly. She shook her head, grinning and she was slightly flattered that he’d rather know about her than spill his guts although Cassie was under no illusion that this wasn’t completely intentional. But she’d go along with it and not prod him for more than he wanted to reveal.
“Not really,” Cassie said, answering his question on whether she came here often. “I come for work once in a while, but I’m generally more of a London girl.” She shrugged. “Oh, but I do love coming here in winter. Hogsmeade, all covered in snow, it’s beautiful I find. Don’t you?”
Cassie wondered what she’d do if Night was anything but enthusiastic about it. Well, she’d be disappointed, she supposed, but probably inclined to try to convince him otherwise. Cassie Sinclair, Hogsmeade’s unofficial tourism promoter. She was pretty sure a friend had once called her that while teasing her.
Cassie had her little routine for when she came to Hogsmeade in her free time in the winter and it tended to involve a trip to Honeydukes and Zonko’s, a treat at Madam Puddifoot’s and a drink at the Three Broomsticks. Just like she had during school.
“I come here at least one Saturday a winter,” Cassie said. “And if I’m lucky it’ll be the one the students have their trip. I love watching them. It lends the place a whole new bit of life.”
Cassie’s smile turned a little embarrassed.
“I guess it just takes me back, you know? That winter Hogsmeade trip was always my favourite.”
+-word count-+ 388+-credit-+ Born To Die by Lana Del Rey+-notes-+ I'm never quite sure whether what my head is thinking actually ends up translating into my writing. lol+-thoughts-+ D'aw, Cassiiiie.
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Post by NIGHT GOLDENWOOD on Nov 17, 2012 0:30:09 GMT 1
NIGHT.flynn.GOLDENWOOD If everyone cared and nobody cried,
If everyone loved, and nobody lied. …Night grinned at Cassandra's enthusiasm about Hogsmeade in winter. He nodded and answered, ""I would have to agree, it's really beautiful here in the winter. I'm not sure how I feel about snow in my shoes, but when it's on the ground and in sitting on rooftops... [/color] He shook his head, a smile on his face. "I would certainly come back to see that, if for nothing else. But there's also the Three Broomsticks, it's worth a stop." He took another sip of his drink and nodded as she commented about the students. "I don't think it's possible to have a favorite outside of Winter Hogsmeade trip."[/color] His laugh was quiet as he remembered the trouble he had gotten into as a student with his friends. There had been times when they'd been banned from going on the Hogsmeade trips, because of things they'd done previously on the trip. They'd always figured out how to sneak out, though. "I'm fairly certain the professors hated that time of year, though; my friends and I weren't the best behaved students in those days."[/color] Night remembered coming to this same table and ordering butterbeers, discussing the next prank they were going to pull and watching the door carefully to make sure they weren't caught before they got a chance to put their plans into action. Night had made sure what they did was never harmful, but he'd enjoyed a lot of pranking and in general being a trickster. Generally it had just been oddball things from Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, but on occasion they would set up an elaborate prank. Night took one more gulp of his drink, finishing it. He set the mug down on the table and fished around in a pocket until he found money to cover the cost of the drinks, plus a decent sized tip. They deserved the extra, and he could afford to give it to them. He set it on the table and stood, pushing in his chair. He put his coat back on and buttoned it before asking, "Would you by chance like to go for a walk? It's not snowing yet, but it's nice enough when the snow's not around as well."[/color] He had planned on sitting for a while at the table, attempting to keep his mind from stewing in misery, but now he found himself a little antsy. It was a nice night out, and he was sure it would be even better if he had pleasant company with him. If she didn't want to, he could stay here, of course... but he thought it would be fun to go somewhere, do something that wasn't just sitting at a table in a place that got more crowded as time passed. [/blockquote][/size] …Then we’d see the day when nobody died.
457 .::Word Count::.
If Everyone Cared by Nickleback .::Credited::.
Possibly leave? Who knows? Just thought it might be an interesting change of pace! .::Notes::.
Dang, why do I love him so much? .::Thoughts::.
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Post by CASSANDRA SINCLAIR on Nov 18, 2012 0:46:33 GMT 1
cassandra ♦ joanne ♦ sinclair [/size][/left] ♦ i feel so alone on the friday nights
can you make it feel like home ♦ “The rooftops?” Casie laughed and shook her head. “Can’t say I’ve tried that before. But I would. As for the snow in your shoes, I recommend boots. They’re useful and stylish.” She winked. Cassie was pretty sure Night would look absolutely amazing wearing a decent pair of boots. And some jeans, that t-shirt she’d seen around Muggle London recently; with his hair a little dishevelled he’d look roguishly handsome… But she was getting carried away; way away.
“No, I don’t think so either,” Cassie agreed. “The Hogsmead winter trip… I don’t know, it was always so dreamy. Like… a fairy tale.”
Cassie shook her head and giggled. “Sorry, that sounded so corny.” Goodness, what was this guy doing to her? Or well, his presence, at least? Cassie wasn’t normally the corny, giggly kind around a guy she’d just met. But then, Night made it easy; he was polite and nice and easy to talk to.
“But you were a prankster, huh?” Cassie nodded and gave Night a knowing grin. “I know what you mean, though. My friends and I weren’t exactly the trouble makers, but we did get into our fair share. And Hogsmeade provides such opportunities, what with Zonko’s right there.” Cassie remembered it fondly. The guys had a thing for Zonko’s products and they always went there while Cassie and her girl friends were trying on clothes or gossiping in Puddifoot’s.
Night finally finished his drink. Cassie was surprised by the offer of a walk, but she certainly wouldn’t mind. All the talk about it had made her want to wander around the village.
“Oh, I’d love to go for a walk,” Cassie said, grinning. “It’s a great idea.” Cassie got up and took her coat from the back of her chair. She slipped it on and wrestled a little with her long hair as it got in the way. She beamed at Night.
“Let’s go?” Cassie asked and she only barely stopped herself from grabbing Night’s hand to tug him along; or maybe just because.
+-word count-+ 338+-credit-+ Born To Die by Lana Del Rey+-notes-+ feels like I haven't replied to this thread in ages...+-thoughts-+ Oh, Cassie, are you about to have it bad for dear Nightly?
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Post by NIGHT GOLDENWOOD on Nov 18, 2012 21:41:04 GMT 1
NIGHT.flynn.GOLDENWOOD If everyone cared and nobody cried,
If everyone loved, and nobody lied. …"No, it was accurate." Night chuckled at Cassandra's apology for being corny; he completely understood what she meant. He hadn't appreciated it as much when it had been happening, but now that he looked back and remembered the days he had been an idiot kid out with friends... yes, her description was rather appropriate.
"I'm glad we weren't the only ones that didn't quite follow the rules." [/color] Night's chuckle showed itself again as Cassandra explained her own experiences with bending the rules a little bit. He was glad when she agreed to go on a walk with him; it was beginning to feel a little stuffy in the room, and he would be able to hear her a little better in the quiet of outside than in the din of the pub. When she struggled a little with her hair, Night almost offered to help her, but she had finished before he could, and he wondered if it would be a little strange besides. Night scooted through the crowds and out the door, holding it open for Cassandra. It was rather chilly out, but it wasn't unbearably so; he imagined it could snow any moment, if the weather thought it appropriate. Of course, he wasn't wearing the best of clothing for snow, but it would be worth it; Cassandra would like it, and he wouldn't mind the cold wet if she was happy. He had his hands buried deep in his pockets, because of the chill and he didn't have any gloves or mittens. He wondered if she would be cold; he knew he was generally fine when it came to cold temperatures, but he also knew that some people didn't handle the cold as well. "Are you warm enough?"[/color] He asked, turning to look at her. He would gladly go back indoors, if she was; it wouldn't be any fun for either of them if she was shivering. [/blockquote][/size] …Then we’d see the day when nobody died.
319 .::Word Count::.
If Everyone Cared by Nickleback .::Credited::.
I didn't know what to doooooo .::Notes::.
Night. =) .::Thoughts::.
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Post by CASSANDRA SINCLAIR on Nov 18, 2012 23:25:07 GMT 1
cassandra ♦ joanne ♦ sinclair [/size][/left] ♦ i feel so alone on the friday nights
can you make it feel like home ♦ Cassandra followed Night through the crowd in the pub and thanked him with a smile when he held the door open for her. This wasn’t the kind of behaviour Cassie was used to from men. Not that the guys she usually hung out with weren’t awesome, but they tended to be on the more rowdy side, so again, Cassie was quite taken with what a gentleman Night was.
Cassie stepped out into the night air happily, her long, hooded coat pulled tight about her. It was time to start wearing a scarf, she decided, as she watched their breath fog in the cold.
“Now, what would be the fun in always following the rules,” Cassie joked, grinning. In Cassie’s experience, life tended to be more interesting if one didn’t and she was known for having a bit of a reckless streak.
They walked side by side in silence for a few moments until Night asked Cassie whether she would be warm enough.
“I’m fine,” she said. “And I know various heating charms I could use if need be.” She turned to night, seeing the way he had his hands shoved in his pockets. “Are you warm enough? I could charm your pockets. That is, if you’d trust a near stranger to do so.”
Many people would not let strangers that weren’t professionals performing their jobs use magic on them. And that was well-advised, as well. You could never be sure who or what kind of magic you were really dealing with and so it was just safer this way.
Cassie looked at the shop windows as they walked past.
“It’s getting colder. Look, they’re icing over,” Cassie said, nodding at the window of the robe shop they were in front. With a little mischievous smile and look at Dante, Cassie stepped over to the window and drew a little snowflake into the barely-there layer of ice.
She turned back to Dante and said: “Maybe it'll snow now,” as a form of explanation.
+-word count-+ 334+-credit-+ Born to Die by Lana Del Rey+-notes-+ I think my muse is coming back...+-thoughts-+ Cassieee, u so cute.
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Post by NIGHT GOLDENWOOD on Nov 19, 2012 18:28:37 GMT 1
NIGHT.flynn.GOLDENWOOD If everyone cared and nobody cried,
If everyone loved, and nobody lied. …Night chuckled as he shook his head. "I'm plenty warm, but thanks for the offer." [/color] It certainly wasn't that he didn't trust her; he couldn't see this girl doing anything to harm him, it was just that he had to be careful, and he knew it. If for no other reason, because Dante needed him. But this night was going well, and maybe he would end up with another reason before he went to sleep tonight. After they walked a little farther, Cassie darted up to a window to draw in the ice that was forming; a little snowflake, which she explained as a desire for snow. Dante smiled and walked up to the window to draw another snowflake next to hers. "I think it has to now."[/color] He smiled at her and offered the hand, the same one he had used to draw in the ice. "We just have to wait it out, I suppose."[/color] He wasn't sure if he was getting carried away with this woman that he had just met; he had known her for less than a few hours, but he wanted to get to know her better. He wanted to walk down the street holding her hand and just talk. Usually he wasn't so willing to accept someone he had just met, especially someone he had met in a pub, but she seemed different. She seemed open and genuinely kind. He met a lot of rather shallow women that wanted something in return for their time, but she just seemed happy to be there. Night smiled and looked at her green eyes, waiting to see if she would accept his hand or politely turn him down; he couldn't quite see her getting mad at him for it. [/blockquote][/size] …Then we’d see the day when nobody died.
293 .::Word Count::.
If Everyone Cared by Nickleback .::Credited::.
It's so short. >.< .::Notes::.
Night is just silly. ♥ .::Thoughts::.
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Post by CASSANDRA SINCLAIR on Nov 19, 2012 22:19:01 GMT 1
cassandra ♦ joanne ♦ sinclair [/size][/left] ♦ i feel so alone on the friday nights
can you make it feel like home ♦ “Alright,” Cassie said when Night assured her that he was warm enough. She hadn’t really expected him to ask her to charm his pockets though it would have been quite cute. Cassie was good at the little useful everyday-spells and she loved to use them.
Cassie beamed as Night approached the window and drew a second snow flake next to hers and then held out his hand to her. A warmth spread through Cassie; a happy warmth. He smile turned ever so slightly bashful.
“Yes, it has to,” Cassie agreed softly, smiling up at Night. Warmth in her eyes, Cassie took Night’s hand. It was a little cold, but so was Cassie’s as she wrapped it around his. It felt nice, really nice. Not even strange because they’d only known each other for such a short time, a mere few hours. But it felt like the natural thing to do, the natural progression of the night and Cassie couldn’t honestly say that she hadn’t hoped for something like this. She liked Night, there were no two ways about it. He’d caught her eye and maybe a little more.
Cassie looked down at their twined hands and then up into Night’s eyes. In the dim light that came from a lantern a few paces away, they were dark, dancing with the odd golden specks. The street was quiet and for a moment they didn’t speak. It was as if they were caught in some suspended moment that was theirs and theirs alone. At that moment, Cassie would have gladly stood there with him until it did finally begin to snow, maybe longer.
+-word count-+ 271+-credit-+ Born to Die by Lana Del Reay+-notes-+ short but sweet+-thoughts-+ Truly kinda fairytale-like.
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Post by NIGHT GOLDENWOOD on Nov 20, 2012 19:20:18 GMT 1
NIGHT.flynn.GOLDENWOOD If everyone cared and nobody cried,
If everyone loved, and nobody lied. …Night's smile widened when she took his hand. It was irrational and ridiculous, but he warmed up plenty just holding her hand and hoping for snow. He'd been with a lot of girls, if the truth be told, but he was stuck with the cliche; he had never felt anything like this before. At least, not for a long time, and certainly not since... well, that day five years ago, when he'd been forced to change.
The silence was perfect; Night was used to silences forced by uncomfortable situations, but this silence spoke words that couldn't be mouthed, let alone voiced. It was comfort and peace, happiness in the smallest things and warmth on a chilled night.
Night looked down at her; a good eight inches separated them in height, but despite the space it seemed like a rather intimate moment. Night had a strong desire to close that distance, but he knew that he shouldn't; he shouldn't let himself get carried away in the magic of the moment. Just because he wanted to didn't make it a good thing.
"I find myself rather enjoying your company." [/color] Night's voice was quiet, matching the small smile that touched his lips. "And I'm very glad that you needed a pen tonight."[/color] It was a bold statement, he knew; but it wasn't as extreme as what he wanted to do, so he decided it was a fair compromise. Night found himself entranced by her eyes, by the intense green and the dark lines that made them pop all the more. He thought he may be able to stare at them for the rest of the night, but he didn't know that that was an appropriate activity, either. "Shall we walk while we wait?"[/color] He finally asked, his voice still quiet, his lips still pulled into a small smile. [/blockquote][/size] …Then we’d see the day when nobody died.
305 .::Word Count::.
If Everyone Cared by Nickleback .::Credited::.
Yep. It's a post. .::Notes::.
Tee hee, Nightly is quite taken with her. .::Thoughts::.
HERE .::Wearing::.
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