Mad World Mods (madworldmods) wrote in madworldrp, @ 2007-10-26 07:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | dedalus diggle, fierra moran |
Danger & Fee
LJ-SEC: (ORIGINALLY POSTED BY deoppressoliber)
Who: Dedalus "Danger" Diggle and Fierra "Fie" Moran
Where: The Lower Courtyard
What: Danger invited Fee to talk by the moonlight. Fee expects her first kiss. Hilarity ensues.
When: Thursday Evening
Rating: TV-PG (D), for plausibly mildly suggestive dialouge (She's a fourth year, after all!)
Status: Work In Progress
As if he were waiting impaitently, Danger Diggle glanced down at a pocket watch that he held in his hand. 2012 hours...or 8:12 PM, for those working on the 12 hour clock. In truth, impaitent was the last thing that he was feeling at this point. Anxiety, frustration, nervousness; all of those were weighing on him. Danger hadn't had a date since he was seeing Agatha, and that, by this standard, was ancient history. And Fierra Moran was far from being Agatha; he couldn't treat them as if they were one in the same.
Danger puffed and puffed on a rather large cigar. Even though it might make him smell (and kiss, for that matter) like an ashtray, it made him relax. It was what he did when he was nervous...or thinking...or confused as to what to do. The rythmic puffs seemed to calm him, numb his nerves, as he contemplated his next move from here. He could run, but that would be uncooth. He could hide, but that would achieve nothing. Besides, he said that he WANTED to see Fie before the ball. If he was going to be her date, it was about time that he started acting like it, after all.
After what seemed like an eternity, Danger heart the patter of small steps. He gave his cigar a fling into the night sky, and put what he thought was a mint in his mouth. It was time for Danger to quit being so...dangerous. And, as always, charity seems to begin at home.
To say that Fee was nervous was probably the understatement of the century. She'd already had a rough day, between Elaine calling her a liar (well...she hadn't come right out and said it, but what else could she have been talking about? No one was lying about Sirius Black being turned into a pig, and Fee hadn't seen anything else worth worrying about that might have been untrue, and the whole thing just made her very very upset) and her feeling stupid in the whole situation. She hadn't flown well that afternoon either, probably owing to her distraction over the whole thing with HannahJo and Elaine and all of that, and she was still concerned about her parents, having only received a quick note since the incident with Shiver.
And then, of course, came Danger. Fee had never really thought of him in a romantical way...or really, of anyone in a romantical way. That was more HannnahJo's thing, and she went along, though she generally preferred playing Quidditch to the idea of going on a date, but here he was, inviting her to the Masquerade Ball and now inviting her to be "entertained by the moonlight," whatever that meant, and it made Fee terrified and excited all in one breath. She wasn't completely confident in HannahJo's kissing advice...what about her hands, where were they supposed to go? And what about after? Was she supposed to say "thank you" after or just smile or what?
She was carrying her journal in her bag, and tried not to make too much noise as she hurried out to the courtyard. 2000 hours is 8:00, right? she wondered, and gathered that she was correct in that guess when she saw Danger just up ahead, tossing away what looked like a cigar. Fee bit her lower lip and managed a small smile. "Sorry I'm a bit late," she apologized softly when she was close enough. "Had to grab me bag after supper an' almost got caught by Filch on the way down. I hope I didn' keep ye waitin' too long."
Danger was quick to wheel around on his heels as she spoke. The woman's small voice caught him completely off guard; yes, he did ask for her presence, but he didn't actually expect her to be there. It was one of those things: Politeness mandated that they actually spend time together before they tried to go on a date to the ball. Otherwise, it would be rather awkward.
"No worries," he offered. Standing up upon a stone bench, Danger seemed to hover well above her as he spoke. "I'm just grateful that you could make it," he said, taking a lightly step off the bench. "I was wondering if you had, in fact, been caught by the Filch -- as I would have had to hatch a scheme to come get you." He grinned at the idea -- being a rescuer of the damsel in distress. And for a quick moment, the idea of him being a knight in shining armour entertained him, riding in like the fourth cavalry to save her from her demise.
"But no matter, then," he offered, standing in front of her. He contined to gnaw on what he thought was a mint -- so far, it didn't prove him otherwise. "The fact of the matter, my dear, is the fact that you are here tonight. And I am glad that you showed up!"
They stood but inches away. Danger wasn't sure if he was supposed to hug her, or shake her hand, or what exactly to do. This, he admitted to only himself, was purely uncharted territory. And he was going to be forced to learn from Fie, be it good or bad for either of them. "Tell me," he offered, his hand extending in an offer to take hers. "Have you ever seen the moon that bright, there? And so close, as well!" For trying small talk, he wasn't succeeding very well.
Was this what he meant by being entertained by the moon? It felt like Astronomy class or Divination. Fee tried to remember if Danger was in Divination...maybe he was trying to share his extensive knowledge with her and thereby make her a better and more lunarly entertained person? She took his hand tentatively, not entirely sure where the whole situation was headed. "It almost seems like it's comin' toward us," she agreed, glancing at the moon, bright white and abnormally large, it seemed. Fee recalled her cousin Dear telling her about a few dates she'd been on, where Dear claimed they'd "talked about the moon fer hours 'n hours." The idea of doing so wasn't terribly appealing to Fee, but maybe it was just because she was so young.
Regardless, she felt like she had to add something else to the conversation, besides a further observation about the size of the moon. "Almost seems like ye could fly to it, if'n ye tried, yeah?" she offered, biting her lip nervously.
It didn't help anything that niether of them knew what they were doing. In fact, if anything, it made the situation a little more awkward. Its not like Danger didn't appreciate the company -- Fierra was very good company. But had Danger knew what he was doing, perhaps he would find something more to discuss than the grand moon.
Being the grand scholars that Ravenclaw were, Danger did his reconaissance on romance. By reading some of the great thinkers of his time, Danger surmised that the perfect date required soft music, the moon, perhaps a sonnet, and a rose. Definately a rose. However, being stuck in the castle until the weekend, Danger only had one of those things -- the moon. With that being said, the moonlight seemed to have a magical effect on romantics. Either that, or maybe Danger just happened to like the way the light reflected off the moon and down on the silent world.
"Well, I do suppose," Danger replied, looking up at the cresent, before looking back at her. "But I don't suppose that would achieve much," he continued, trying to find words within him to try and sound intelligent. "I mean, it does appear that you could make it there on broom," he offered, looking back up at the skies. "But why would you? I mean, I can't imagine anything of any interest being up there...lest the moon be made of cheese. Then, it might be of some interest."
"But I didn't show up to discuss cheese," he said, returning his focus back to her. "How are you?" he asked, a certain sincerity in his voice. "And I'm glad you came by tonight," he said, his face stretching into a genuine smile. "I was starting to wonder if, in fact, you had changed your mind about things. But I'm glad you didn't."
Fee pursed her lips, still looking at the moon. "I'd like to go there...to see wha' th' world looks like from way, way up, and maybe catch a fallin' star on th' way down," she stated simply, immediately feeling stupid for saying something so childish. Everyone knew that the stars were way above the moon and that there was no air on the moon anyway, so once a person got there, she'd be sure to gasp and choke and die before she could even reflect on what the world looked like from so high. She hoped Danger didn't think she was immature or anything for thinking that way, but she still blushed as she turned to answer his question.
"Why would I change me mind?" she asked, truly perplexed by the very idea of it. It wasn't as though she was some perfect angel who could sit there and judge his actions and somehow decide that he was a bad person because he'd done a few bad things. She'd done her own share of bad things in the past, and besides, she thought Danger was nice enough, no matter what the rumors said about him.
Danger shrugged. He didn't want to admit that he'd had a moment of self doubt, but lets be honest -- he had. Several times over. After all, he was Danger Diggle! He was the average man's law enforcer; the wicked vigilante who sought the vile...the most dangerous student at Hogwarts! And, regardless of his motives, once people saw Fee associate with Danger, word would get around, and that probably wasn't for the best if Fee wanted to keep her nose clean around these parts. He gave people reputations. And that wasn't a good thing.
"Well, there's plenty of reasons," he began. He stopped just as quickly as he had started. Did he want to lay his cards down on the table immediately? Did he want to give everything away just like that, after it had taken him years to get to this point. "But, I digress." Danger smiled, hiding away his fears and anxietys behind a gentile grin.
His heart was pounding at a million miles a minute. A cold sweat beaded at the back of his neck. But it was okay -- because he was among friends...and that's what was important, right? "I still think its grand that we're going together, you know? I can't think of better company," he began, pausing a second as he thought about those words, before continuing. "And if you can spare my dancing, I suppose it will be an evening to remember!"
Danger was rambling. In the back of his mind, he struggled to find the reset button, as he tried to get the subject off himself. "So, about these costumes," he asked, figuring that would be a good segueway. "Tell me more! I want to hear all about them, so I can coordinate perfectly!"
"What kinda reasons?" Fee wondered aloud, hoping that she wasn't prying too much. There wasn't any good reason, in her mind, to cancel a date with a friend...or at least no good reason that didn't turn up as malicious gossip or end up with a person getting arrested. And besides that, she liked Danger. They'd had a good time at the faire, and she enjoyed talking to him, even if it was about something like the moon.
"Well, me dancin' ain't the greatest either," she admitted with a chuckle, "but if ye can stand spendin' the entire night with a sylvan faerie with autumn leaf wings, I think we should be alright. Unless there's a dancin' contest, in which case things may not go as well as we're hopin' they will." Goodness, if there was a dance contest, Fee knew she'd be too embarrassed to ever show her face outside of her dorm again!
Trying to forget about that horrible idea, Fee focused on Danger's questions about her costume. "Well...HannahJo's mum is makin' us dresses out of velvety stuff...mine's green, y'know, fer Ireland an' all. An' we're plannin' to make faerie wings outta autumn leaves, like we're gonna make yer wreath that we promised," she explained, blushing a little more as she spoke. Dressing up as faeries was a brilliant idea, but for some reason, Fee felt like it was the stupidest idea in the world when she explained it to Danger. "I was thinkin' of wearin' leaves in me hair, too, jus' to tie the whole thing in together," she added after a moment.
Danger hung on to every word that she said, imagining the dress as she described it. In his eyes, he could see her looking quite divine, trying to envision her wrapped in green, celebrating the autumn season. In that, he tried to find words that would describe his vision of things. Divine? Amazing? Beautiful? All synonyms, that he felt would probably fall short of what he was trying to say.
"I think the leaves in your hair would be a good addition," he offered, a genuine kindness in his voice. "I think it would compliment your dress well, in fact." And for the first time in a while, Danger was actually kind in what he was saying, and believed every word of it. "You should do it. I think it would be grand."
And that's when her first question hit him. And at first, he was afraid to admit what kind of reasons. He backtracked a little bit, trying to bite on his words. "Reasons," he echoed her question, trying to figure out what he wanted to say. "Reasons, then," he said again, looking away. He looked down, taking his hand back and folding it in his other, trying to put together his reasoning. "Well, I wouldn't call them reasons, per se..." he continued, shrugging as he spoke. Now wasn't the time to discuss it -- "I think, more importantly, is that I'm really looking forward to this. And I don't suppose I could stress this enough." This was the time where he seriously considered quoting Elton John, but decided better against it.
Fee pressed her lips together, feeling her cheeks warm again. What was it about this whole conversation that made her continue to blush? "I'm really lookin' forward to this, too," she said after a moment, very glad that as bright as the moon was, it was not bright enough to show her flushed cheeks. "I mean...I know I ain't been terribly talkative tonight or anythin', but I do rather like what ye say a lot of the time, and yer a fun person to be around, so I figure that's a good enough reason to really look forward to goin' to a ball with someone, yeah?"
She was rambling and feeling excessively stupid, so Fee changed the subject a bit abruptly. "So...what were ye thinkin' fer yer costume? I thought that th' Zeus idea was pretty interestin', y'know, an' unique. Though if'n ye wear nothin' but a toga, ye might be a bit cold." Rambling again, Fee, stop it! she inwardly chided herself, wishing she were anything but what she was...older, more eloquent, less awkward, and definitely less prone to severe blushing.
Danger couldn't see her blush, but he could definately feel her getting more conservative with her words. He had wondered if he had said something wrong? Or perhaps, just perhaps, he was saying something right, which caused her to react the way she did? Danger really didn't know anymore. There was just something about the wiles of a woman that he enjoyed. A lot. Fie may not have been Elaine...but she was certainly more woman than he had ever met.
"Oh, I just thought it might be fun, you know," he offered, shrugging about things, not wanting to admit that he threw the Zeus Project out there for shock and awe value. "Really? How often do you see a grecian god come down from Olympus to philander amongs mortals?" He smiled that old smile, and laughed like it was going out of style.
And then, something that even he didn't expect to happen just...happened. He didn't realised that it had happened until it happened. But, never the less, it happened. He felt as if it were an out of body experience, as he sort of pulled her into an embrace, wrapping his arms around her gently. Call it the moonlight. Call it her blushing. But something compelled him to pull her close.
"Of course, if I do get cold," he said, his grin growing wider involuntarily. "I could just rely on you to keep me warm, you know."
Yes, even Danger thought that was the stupidest line he had ever heard.
Fee had been shifting her weight when Danger pulled her closer, and so without meaning to, she almost fell against him, remaining upright only by merit of the fact that she was now leaning against his chest. When it came to flying, she dared to think of herself as one of the more graceful ones out there, but on solid ground, that grace usually translated into the same sort of clumsiness that affected folks coming off of a long boatride. Ack! Stupid feet, why can't you ever work the way you're supposed to? she inwardly panicked, though Danger seemed oblivious to her clumsiness. Just as well, she decided and, after taking a moment to get her footing again, wrapped her arms around his waist in response. It just seemed like the right thing to do.
"If'n ye believe th' myths about 'em, th' Greek gods were always filanderin' about with mortals," Fee pointed out, a smile coming to her face as well. She definitely felt warmer now, and oddly, more at ease than she had a moment before. Naturally, she wasn't about to go spilling all of her darkest secrets, but she didn't feel entirely awkward and juvenile. She felt...grown up. And that was a nice feeling.
Still, she was surprised that she was able to blush even more when Danger suggested she help to keep him warm, should he wear a toga to the Masquerade Ball, but it was less of an embarrassed blushing, fueled more by an understanding of what that could entail than by her own nervousness. She turned her head so that she was looking up at Danger, still smiling coyly. "I think we can work somethin' out, if that be the case," she told him honestly.