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Nymphadora Xenophilius (nymphaxeno) wrote in landing_rpg,
@ 2008-09-28 05:52:00

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brandon abercrombie, nymphadora weasley

WHO: Nymphadora Weasley and Brandon Abercrombie
WHAT: The Heist
WHERE: Outside. EEP!
WHEN: Backdated to the day of this conversation
RATING: TBA
STATUS: In Progress/Closed ; Partly-logged ;;

It would have been safe to assume that Brandon Abercrombie had spent less than seventy two hours, total, in the outdoors. Given what happened the first time he spent an hour among the grass and the trees, he had been careful with his moments, choosing the safest ones to spend outside the walls of his multiple sanctuaries. Even while he seemed to be careless with his life - and he intended it to be that way, as to gauge other peoples' reactions - it was true that he always came short of that line that would mean true risk of his life.

And so, it was with regret that he knew he had only about ten minutes to spend watching the sunset by Dora's side. And though ten minutes was more than enough to form a permanent memory - one that he would likely treasure for as long as he could - it still wouldn't be enough to erase the hint of sullen disappointment from his eyes as he trudged down the stairs from his Common Room to the meeting spot he had arranged earlier with the less fierce of the twins. He did glance around once or twice before approaching the pretty girl that was one of his best mates, making quite certain that her sister wasn't around to be watching the pair of them - she would never let it go if she found out that he had went ahead and gone outside after he said he wouldn't.

Still, when Dora offered, it wasn't something he wanted to turn down: not only the chance to go outside, but the chance to study the sunset with her by his side.. well, that wasn't something any sane person would turn down. No matter how irritable he could behave, there was no doubt in his mind that Dora was one of the few people on earth he actually would throw himself into the face of danger for. The corners of his mouth, thankfully, turned up as he approached her, olive green eyes sparkling with just a hint of anticipation for the upcoming event. "Ready?"

Nymphadora Weasley left her room that late afternoon with a great feeling of anxiety pooling at the pit of her stomach. She had always been the less daring one of the three George Weasley spawns, but today, she had to admit that she was testing her limits. She was about to do something she perceived as pretty risky, and one that could possibly make her twin, and possibly the entire Abercrombie clan, livid at her if they ever discovered what they were about to do. But some things, in her perspective were more important than rules. As a good daughter to her father, she had to believe in that Brandon's happiness was of far more importance. It didn't mean she didn't dread the possible consequences of her plan, however, so she wanted to be prepared.

With her big backbpck hanging one shoulder, Dora quietly made her way through the halls, careful to avoid as much people as she could to meet Brandon in front of the Main Hall. She saw him almost immediately, one of his small smiles greeting her. "Psh. Are you ready?" she asked him, landing beside him. She looked around once more, cautious. "I feel like we're on a heist of some sort." Then her eyes casted down to her pastel colored shirt, a frown creasing her brow. "If we were, my clothes are clearly not heist material." Laughing, she raised her bright eyes back to him and offered her hand to him for him to take. "I'm in charge of you now. Hold on, please."

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illabercrombie
2008-09-30 08:11 pm UTC (link)

It was true that definitely Addy - if not the entire family that Brandon belonged to - would be distraught at the fact that Brandon was venturing outside twice in one day, particularly with such a cavalier attitude; but even that realization wouldn't change his decision to spend ten (maybe fifteen, if he got his way) minutes in the outdoors with this particular female. All right, so perhaps she wasn't only one of his best friends. Perhaps he'd had a stray thought here or there. But that didn't change a thing, nor the motives for watching the sunset at her side. After all, anyone who knew Brandon Abercrombie knew quite well that he'd never been involved with a girl, and according to him, he had no intention to sully his record now.

Despite her attempt to blend into the crowd and not be noticed by anyone surrounding her, it was effortless for the sixth year Hufflepuff boy to pick her out. Maybe it was the fact that he'd spent so much time around her - after all, if he could tell her apart so easily from her identical twin, surely it wasn't difficult for him to recognize the differences in her from a crowd of people. They varied in shapes and sizes, after all! The corners of his mouth turned up even further as she cautiously made her way next to him, and it was all he could do not to give a light chuckle as she mentioned that it felt as though they were on a heist. The urge to laugh surprised him, actually: he was more than his usual sullen self. Where had this joviality come from? Pausing for the briefest of moments to consider, he shook it off and attributed it to the idea of going outside once more and defying fate.

"What exactly is heist material, then?" Was his slightly snarky response - though, since it was accented by an uncharacteristically pleasant facial expression, it really came off as more teasing than anything else. He hardly had time to wait for an answer, however, before she was looking up at him with those eyes, and offering her hand. He had to admit, though just to himself, that his heart leapt for just a moment; then, making a face at her, commented, "I'm not a child." But without protesting, his fingers - nearly as slight as hers - laced through her own, raising a brow in return.

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nymphaxeno
2008-10-01 05:19 pm UTC (link)

"Heist Material." Nymphadora echoed, before she lifted one hand in front of Brandon's face and started to count her options. "First you should know is to avoid pastel colors." she gestures grandly at her choice in apparel before continuing. "Second, Black is definitely your friend- dark colors are accpetbae at certain instances. And third, clothes that cover most of your skin- long sleeves and trousers are most encouraged." Grinning, she took back her hand and hid it behind her, balancing on the balls of her feet- a gesture that highlights her child-like nature more than anything. "A bullet proof vest wouldn't hurt either, I think." she added, the term foreign in her tongue as she remembered a scene she had seen in a muggle move once with her grandfather.

Dora loved it when Brandon smiled. It gave a significant contrast to his always seemingly somber disposition. She smiled wider when she saw his smile directed to her that afternoon. His hand, despite the cold expression he had chosen to wear when she offered hers, was warm and delicate, but fitted perfectly into hers when he finally decided to give in. She almost laughed. "Come on!"

Gently, Dora led him to the outside, and followed the more secluded path towards the lake through the greenhouses. The air that rushed towards the them was biting, staining her cheeks red immediately. Concerned eyes sharply turned to him, before she took off her own scarf and draped it over his neck. She pulled him faster, time running seemingly too fast as they chased after it, though not enough for him to tire. He was her fragile delivery- she needed to make sure he was taken care of. In less time than she expected, the two of them landed in the Pitch. Her chest rose and fell as she tried to catch her breath, though the small smile never left her features. "Are you okay?" she asked, concerned. "Clearly I'm not built for any real physical activity."

They took near a close cluster of trees near the lake's edge. It held the perfect view of the waters and the explosion of oranges and purples that was now the horizon. Shrugging her bag from her shoulder, she gently released his hand but opted to stay close, knowing he might need the body heat from her proximity. She fished out a blanket from her bag and laid it on the ground before she plopped down onto it to face the sun. Excitedly, she patted the spot beside her, looking at him expectedly. "What did I tell you?" she started to say, her hand disappearing in her bag again to pull out a few more things. A thermos, mugs and a thick woolen blanket. "Isn't it so much better than the sunrise?"

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illabercrombie
2008-10-01 06:59 pm UTC (link)

His eyebrow cocked unconsciously as she actually answered his question about heist material: in three different points, for that matter. He gave serious thought to the matter, taking in everything she mentioned as though it was of the utmost importance; it was a half-smirk that graced his features as she went on about the different aspects of the outfit, and though he wasn't perturbed at all by her own choice of clothing color, he was rather amused by the fact that he was actually wearing perfect heist attire. Clad in a dark sweater and black slacks, it was by his own seemingly random choice of wardrobe that he was all set up for their little "heist" activity. Still, his smirk only widened as she mentioned the bulletproof vest, one of which he most certainly was not wearing. "I don't know how much use that would be at Hogwarts," he responded in kind, though he barely had time.

It was definitely true: his smiles were rare, especially considering the fact that even when he did give a light grin, it was often colored by his sullen disposition and transformed into a smirk. Still, the small butterflies that fluttered about in his middle betrayed the smirk - at least to himself - as their hands fit perfectly betwixt the other's fingers. It was odd; he wasn't a physical person, even with Dora or Addy, but the motion had seemed somewhat natural. It was disconcerting, and he tried without success to push the thought from his mind. Distraction, however, was evident as they made their way outdoors.

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illabercrombie
2008-10-01 06:59 pm UTC (link)

The first breath of air was cautious as she led him along a path he'd never seen before. His olive green eyes scanned the surroundings hungrily as they went, taking in every detail of all that he could see and planting it vividly within his mind so that he would never forget. With only a handful of expeditions outdoors, especially with anyone else aware of the fact that he was going anywhere, this sort of evening was rare, and he wasn't about to waste it. Thankfully, his breathing steadied after just a few moments of trekking - though he was fragile, to be sure, he did exercise on the inside to keep up his strength. As they broke into a light trot, he gave himself a brief moment of respite and let a grin flash across his features, encouraged by the fact that she was ahead of him and couldn't see. When they finally reached their destination, it was true that he was slightly out of breath, but he concentrated all his efforts on regulating it as not to worry her: they only had a few minutes, and he didn't intend to cut the time short because of respiration issues.

He allowed her to drop his hand without protest, especially considering that she didn't move far from him: he shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot. Honestly, were there anyone he'd want to be close to, it would be Dora or her twin. But he couldn't help the fact that he wasn't the type of person to generally enjoy physical closeness, no matter who he happened to be in the company of. Her warmth, however, was welcomed as the cold wind bit particularly viciously at his nose and ears. The breeze faded away as quickly as it had come, but he settled next to her on the blanket easily, watching her with the olive optics framed by long lashes. While for a few moments he had only had eyes for her, he immediately cast his gaze around him at her words, catching sight of the sunset; his breath caught in his throat. Despite his wordy and sardonic nature, the thoughts were lost to him for a moment as he took in the spectacle, forgetting to breathe as he took in the sunset. Unconsciously, he relaxed beside her, gently sinking closer to her on the blanket: the reflection of the soon-to-be-night sky shone bright in his eyes, and the beauty of it certainly wasn't unflattering on him. "It's.. amazing." He breathed, propping himself up with his hands and studying the sky as if he were trying to commit every detail to memory. And despite his necessary efforts to not forget any bit of the nature around him that he so rarely got to explore, he had to glance over at her, eyes still shining with the excitement and pure happiness he got from being outdoors: it was a side of Brandon that often remained hidden, and one that very few were allowed to view. "Thank you," were his only soft words, nearly light enough to be swept away by the wind.

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nymphaxeno
2008-10-01 09:44 pm UTC (link)

Nymphadora's eyes followed his when she had related the many qualifications of heist apparel. It was only then that she noticed how hesit-appropriate he was dressed that day and stiffled a giggle. "I don't even know why you asked. You have it down, Brandon." She reached out to smoothen out his collar, a gesture that was almost sisterly. "The bullet proof vest would just... complete the outfit I suppose." she admitted, unable to formulate a proper use for such a thing if they were to go against magic. "You have to admit it adds a flair of coolness to the outfit, doesn't it?"

The smile in his features was truly dazzling. Usually, the other wores scowls, frowns or smirks. This expression was definitely her favorite one. She only wished he would wear it around her more. The changes they bring to his features were amazing to her, and for a moment she couldn't help take in as much of the sight as she could.

"Are you cold?" came her worried tone. She usually wasn't so paranoid, but Brandon was someone she felt she needed to protect now. Especially when she would be liable if something were to happen to him. She didn't want to upset anyone- especially her twin, who seemed as protective of Brandon as his siblings were of him. She could completely understand tehir concern, but Dora's heart breaks for the other knowing he is deprived from so much. it was her duty as a friend to keep him hapy, wasn't it?

"I told you so." was her smug response. Though the view that surrounded them was breathtaking with every detail, there was nothing that could compare to the beauty of awe that masked Brandon's features the moment he started to watch the sunset in the far distance. Dora couldn't keep her bright blue eyes from him, having never seen this side of him at all. It was as if he has never seen such a sight before- and probably he hasn't. Every hesitation she had harbored before meeting him was instantly purged by this one single moment, by the light that she witnessed in Brandon's eyes. Worth it. It was all worth it. When he turned to her, she was most astounded to witness the almost glowing expression in the other's features. Glowing in every which way- from the subtle light that the orange light from the sun gave him, and the glow that seemed to seep from within him. It was happiness, and she reveled at the thought that she gave it to him. "You're welcome, Brandon." she said, taking the thicker blanket she brought and draping in on over them both. she moved closer towards him and hooked one of his arms with hers. She summoned her thermos, popped the lid and poured hot cholate in the mugs propper on her side. She handed him one with a smile. "I have pies and cookies in my bag. Are you hungry?" A grin. The day could only have been more special if there was food involved, of course...

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ooc; omg computer FAILS I'M SO SORRY ;;

illabercrombie
2008-10-06 07:03 pm UTC (link)

Quite honestly, a snow storm could have blown through their clearing and Brandon wouldn't have admitted to feeling the slightest bit of discomfort: not for these few brief minutes. If he admitted he were cold, this could trigger the idea that they should head back early, perhaps warn her that he was more fragile than she expected; but all roads that led from his admitting the chilly temperature? They headed toward shortening the amount of time he got to spend outside, and so he shook his head at the very moment after the question escaped her lips. "Not at all," were his words, still softened by the awe and contentment that suffused his body more and more with every second that passed.

Still, that didn't mean he wasn't feeling the wind scorch his skin with ice; impatiently, he wasted moments of his effort concentrating on not allowing his teeth to chatter. But just as he was ready to give up and admit that the cold was permeating his skin, she wrapped the heavy blanket around the two of them. It was times like these, he mused silently to himself, that he wondered whether the twins could read his mind and were only pretending to be ignorant of his most private thoughts. He did put so much effort into hiding them, after all, and they seemed so capable of cracking his every secret. Before he had much time more to contemplate it, her arm slipped between the crook of his elbow and his own body. Forested green eyes flicked downward in surprise, though nothing else shone in them aside from the obvious glow of incandescent pleasure.

And, for once - maybe it was the glow of the sun that he felt beating against him, maybe it was the smell of the dirt, maybe it was the quickening thumps of his heart in his chest - he didn't reject the contact. It was his natural instinct, true, to shrug it away and act as though she hadn't touched him. But for whatever reason that it was, his arm tightened against his form, pulling her arm against his side and linking the two of them together closely. Whatever brief moment they spent glancing at each other after that - he doubted it could have been more than a few seconds, though it felt like a year - was gone as quickly as it had come, and she broke the sudden silence afterward with a suggestion of food, and an invitation of the warm liquid.

His left hand, open and unoccupied by the touch of her skin against his - something he was painfully aware of at all times, for more reasons than one - took the mug without flinching, grateful for the warmth that immediately coursed through his body as he lifted it to his lips. The moment he lowered it, an eyebrow raised as he glanced to her once again: his visage had strayed toward his surroundings again. Merlin, NATURE. "Aren't I always?" Though the awe still shone through in every glance he cast around, his mouth slowly returned to its normal soft smirk, somewhat returned to the typical persona of everyday. Still, this was special: he was outside. It almost felt like he should be doing something different to commemorate it. His first sunset.

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ooc; no worries, bb! :3

nymphaxeno
2008-10-06 07:46 pm UTC (link)

Nymphadora had always been a fan of the cold. She spends her every moment of her summers hoping it was winter, and most of her winter days hoping it wouldn't end. Visions of her childhood were composed of vivid images of snow fights with her cousins- boys against girls, colors from bright read to ash blond strewn across the Weasley backyard. The biting cold against her skin was one that only lingered on the border of pleasure and pain, and one she didn't mind at all. But she knew Brandon could feel differently from the breezed gentle touch. Such a thought unconscioously made him draw the blanket over them more securely around their forms, her concerned eyes never leaving him.

It didn't miss her attention that the other had responded to her touch by pulling her towards him. Such caught her off guard for a moment. The boy was never the sort to be partial to physical affection; it was evident by the way he acted to most people. Being an affectonate person, such a thing was hard for Dora to adjust to at first- for her to not be so expressive physically, especially when she knew it was the best way to express her feelings. But the other seemed to be able to get used to it in time. Hesitant still at times, but he seemed more trusting with the passing dates. Even now, it always left her astounded how he has welcomed her touch. And now, testing her bounderies, she took his hand in hers on her lap, and immediately busied herself with fishing the food from her bag to give the impression of nonchalance. She only hoped he wouldn't turn her touch away...

Dora had managed to pack so much more than she needed for their little picnic- a bowl of chocolate eclairs, a plate cream puffs, half a pie, a slice of fudge cake and a container of sweets. There was a big pitcher of water in her bag if he needed it, too. It was more than both of them could consume in ten minutes, but her mother always said it was better to be overpacked than underpacked after all. "Right." she giggled. "Well, dig in! We only have less that ten minutes!" She eyed her efforts with much satisfaction, before taking a creampuff and nibbling on it. The caramel and custard mingled in her mouth and her tastebuds sang at the sensation. "Oh, this is good. You should try this." she gushed, then offered him some, raising the treat against his lips for a bite.

"Is this really your first outdoor sunset?" Dora started after a moment, smiling brightly up at him, pleased with seeing the glow in him had yet even faded slightly. In fact, he seemed to glow more the longer they stayed where they were.

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illabercrombie
2008-10-06 09:57 pm UTC (link)

There was something beautiful, he suddenly realized, about the sun that reflected in her eyes. Well, all right, not only something beautiful but everything beautiful: it gave the impression that there was a glowing orange planet revolving in her visage, one that only he could see, and perhaps only they could occupy. An utterly - and disgustingly - romantic notion, he knew, one that belonged in awful poetry as opposed to in his head at the very moment. Still, it had struck him in the moment - and he forced his brain to let the notion go, release the wording and attempt not to think of such things. The wind, somehow seeming lighter, rushed over his cheeks and made it much easier, giving him something to focus on other than her intense gaze that almost made him want to blush. Him. Brandon Abercrombie, blush. Not that he would have - he wasn't entirely sure he'd ever blushed in his sixteen years on earth. All the same, that was the type of thought creeping through his teenage brain. Merlin, wasn't he a prude, not even thinking of typical male things like whether he should try to cop a feel underneath the blanket. No, rather he was thinking of a fiery passion in her eyes.

He should be put out of his misery immediately. Honestly. The sooner the better.

But seeing as the earth didn't open up and swallow him whole, he had to hang onto some semblance of dignity; but his cheeks burned red as she pulled his hand into her lap. Merlin, what was she doing? Though he was thoroughly aware of how his two best mates - the twins themselves - were extremely physical beings, he still wasn't sure how to interpret all the motions. His hand in her lap; was that supposed to be representative of something? Was she coming on to him? Surely not, that was just ridiculous. But then why would she do it in the first place? She didn't take everyone's hand, he knew - but they were best mates, maybe this was supposed to be typical behavior. Despite his efforts to act normal, the overanalyzation accounted for a short pause in his actions: but he resumed himself shortly after, fingers curling lithely against hers as if nothing unusual had occurred at all. His shoulders were a little tenser, maybe, but that wasn't anything for her to be alarmed about, really: she knew he tended to be a bit on the stiff side, particularly when he was out of his comfort zone.

And then came the mountains of food. His olive eyes scanned the piles of sugary delights, unsure if he was deciding where to start or calculating how much the pair of them could eat before they were positively sick. Preferring to let her begin the pigging out session, he returned his attentions to their surroundings: the look of awe on his features gave a certain glint to his eyes as he took in everything. A falling leaf, a squirrel scampering across the near-empty branches, just the little pieces of nature that most people took for granted so often. Things he had never seen before. And before he had a chance to fully digest any of it, her words hit his ears and he returned her glance over at him; next thing he knew, there was something soft against his mouth, and he obligingly took a bite before he knew what was happening. He recognized the taste, of course, but unfortunately - or maybe fortunately - for him, the biting wind made his face a bit numb, and thus the bit of cream that clung to his upper lip went unnoticed by the poor boy.

A soft laugh was what she got in response, the moment he swallowed; he took a cream puff of his own, pressing it against her mouth in return, just after she managed to vocalize her question regarding the sunset. His answer came as she swallowed her own bite, thankfully not leaving any residue on her lips, as opposed to his own. "First ever," was the soft response, wistful and somehow more appreciative than anything he'd ever said in his life. He could read a thousand times about nature in a book, but it wasn't the same as experiencing it. Not even close.

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nymphaxeno
2008-10-06 11:10 pm UTC (link)

Dora wasn't completely oblivious to his inner turmoil, but she was a little distracted by her own fears about what she was doing to be able to pay close attention. Though she seemed preoccupied with arranging their food, she didn't miss how he stiffened initially at her touch; she was about to gently pry her hand away when she felt his delicate fingers lacing with her own, his feeling signifciantly colder than hers. She faced away and smiled at such a response, biting her lower lip. Brandon was a person who was hardly expressive- that was why despite the constant surpise that came with having him in such a mood, when he did, his actions always afforded her an almost overwhelming sense of happiness.

It still caught her off guard when he took a bite of the treat she offered him. Half of her expected him to turn her away. She immediately noticed the custard left on her upper lip and she wasn't able to hold back the giggle that escaped her. "Wait. Hold still." Careful fingers fished a napkin from her bag and slowly, almost cautiously, she reached for him and gently wiped the cream off of the other's upper lip. When the gesture left a bit more on one side of his lip, she placed her palm against the cold skin of his cheek and gently swiped her thumb over the stain. "There." she said, smiling. It was only then that she noticed how cold his face truly was, after feeling it against her palm. After discarding the napkin, she placed both of her warm palms against his cheek. "Why did you tell me your face is pratcially frozen already?" she scolded lightly, though her voice came out faint. "You should tell me these things. They'll have my head if you get so so sick because of me. And I don't want you to get sick either..."

"First ever?" Dora echoed after she took a bite of the pastry he -surprisingly- offered for her to take. She took a bite that one wouldn't consider modest at all, and chewed while she watched his eyes roam the area. He would have been too used to her eating habits by now, she assumed. It was easier to be herself around her, and eat like a man- according to her sister- when she was with him. "Wow." she said after swallowing. She took his hand again now, after she retreived her hands from his cheeks, an almost unconscious action. "If nothing at all bad happens today, we might just make this a monthly thing. Heck, even a weekly thing!" she declared excitedly, taking a drink of her cocoa, the thick liquid leaving a satsifyingly warm trail down her throat. "Though if we were to do such, I suppose we have to tell them." A pause. "Think they'd allow it?"

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illabercrombie
2008-10-08 10:30 pm UTC (link)

Well, it was often rather clear how uncomfortable he was under the stress of physical contact. Had he known how close she was to pulling her hand away from his own, he might have silently thanked his reflexes for responding just in time: then again, he might have cursed himself, since it was true that her touch against the soft skin of his fingers was causing him quite the panic. Of course, that wasn't to say he wasn't enjoying it. That brief moment where she faced away from him, however, he wasn't quite sure how to interpret. To be honest, he wasn't the best at interpreting the female species at the best of times, much less under the type of stress that she was unconsciously causing him at the very moment. Where his outward appearance seemed perfectly calm and serene, there was a volcano of thoughts erupting in his mind, starting with Merlin, could she possibly know? and ending with don't panick, don't panick, don't panick.

And then taking that bite! He seemed to be so out of character at the moment, and it was even startling himself. Any trace of the usual surliness had evaporated with the chilling outside air: maybe it was the being outdoors and feeling so safe despite it. But whatever it was, his inhibitions had seemed to float away on the wind as well as his usual attitude; though lessened as it usually was around Dora and Addy, it was obviously still noticeable, his newfound carefree manner as he swallowed down the first bite she offered him. However, her command to be still actually scared the bloody hell out of him: not having been outside very often, he never had much of a chance for people to discover his fear of spiders - but then, for a boy who got violently ill from being outdoors for a half hour, why wouldn't a poisonous arachnid be horrifying? His shoulders immediately untensed, however, as she reached and gently wiped his mouth for him, first using a napkin and then the ball of her thumb.

So his heart rate may have quickened. So his olive eyes might have met hers for a moment more than was necessary. So his breath might have caught in his throat. These could all be attributed to the fact that he was outdoors for only the tenth or fifteenth time in his life, now couldn't they?

But it was undeniable that he stopped breathing as her warm palms rested against the sides of his face: he couldn't very well help it. The warmth diffused its way through him instantly, a soft red heating his cheeks to match the temperature of her hands against the sides of his face, and he attempted to look haughty as he responded, though he didn't quite manage it. "I can't help it. I didn't even realize, until you.. " He trailed off, unsure how to reference what exactly she was doing. Touching him. Was it odd that he didn't much mind? Probably.

Then his brows raised slightly as she went on about how it was his first sunset; he supposed that was a difficult concept for most people to grasp, having seen thousands of sunsets and not thinking any particular one of them was remarkable. To him, every one was remarkable; while he'd never admit it, he had a collection of photographs of them, sunrises and sunsets alike, taken from his bedroom window at home. His own world of beautiful beginnings and endings. But nothing of that compared to how his eyes lit up as she suggested making their endeavor a monthly - or weekly - appointment. He had barely parted his lips to respond when she went on about having to tell them - his expression immediately retreated into the surliest face he'd made in the past ten minutes. "Of course they wouldn't." Unfortunately for him, his soft and disappointed voice betrayed his true feelings about the subject, though he instantly attempted to hide it.

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