echo loves the pretty boys~ (enchantingnymph) wrote in monte_rpg, @ 2012-07-20 20:43:00 |
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Current mood: | frustrated |
Current music: | New Found Glory - Sucker |
Entry tags: | [event], elaine of astolat, merlin, na'maah, nimue, osiris |
belomancy
[One of the issues with making drunken phone calls to someone who not only goes to the same school and lives in the same town at you, but that you also work with, is that eventually you're going to end up seeing them. In those situations, it's best to hope that things don't get weird. As far as Désirée was concerned, things shouldn't be different with Elliot since they'd talked a little bit about the situation, but she had yet to run into him face to face. Then came her Friday shift at the campus book store.
When she first saw Elliot, Dés was able to hide the awkwardness growing in the pit of her stomach, however as the day went on she found it harder and harder to not corner him so she could ask him why he hadn't been in touch. He knew how she felt about him -- she assumed she made that perfectly clear -- and yet if not for Jack's revelation that Elliot had been the mysterious individual behind her flowers she would have had no idea what his feelings towards her were. As the hours ticked by and it got closer to the end of her shift, Dés began attempting to bait Elliot into saying something, subtly at first but as her frustration mounted her comments became more bold.
Finally, she couldn't take it anymore, and walked over to stand in front of him. Their height difference was enough that she had to look up at him, and did so, licking her lips as she pressed her body to his, reached up to place her hands on either side of his chin, and pulled his head down so she could press her lips to his in a kiss that left little to the imagination. She only wanted to give him a taste, but the brief contact ignited a reaction in her that was unexpected, to say the least. From beside her, fireworks filled the air in in a blue and green starburst pattern from which a red heart blossomed in the middle.
Pulling away, a soft pink blush covered Dés' cheeks, one hand coming up to press against her forehead. She stood there stunned for a few moments before remembering herself and where she was, upon which she grabbed her things and made as graceful an exit as she could considering the circumstances.]
Fireworks for moving? Those I can deal with. However, fireworks from kissing someone? Can we get more cliché than that?
Ridiculous...
[ NIMESIRIS ]
I... did something incredibly stupid, and need distractions. Since I technically won't be 21 until next Saturday, can one of you take my hard-earned paycheck and buy me alcohol. I'll need help drinking it too~
[ ELLIOT ]Were those fireworks just on my end?Was it as good for you as it was forYou're a damn good kis