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Feb 17, 2017 21:06:31 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2017 21:06:31 GMT -7
Viola's answer.... It both resonated and didn't with Maria. Because she knew they were right. But at the same time Maria didn't want people to know that it still bothered her. That she still couldn't figure out why her father had been willing to leave her, a child, alone. If love did that to people... If love was so powerful that it made you go to such measures, she didn't want it. She chose not to say anything though, instead she finally returned that embrace, her arms snaking around Viola's waist and pulling them close. She leaned in, softly nuzzling Viola's neck. It wasn't meant to be her usual forward and sensual advances. It was more.... well like a puppy. Viola had a knack for turning Maria into absolute putty in their hands, just wanting some sort of (any sort of) attention and approval. Despite the loveable nuzzle, Maria was listening as Viola shared about their own parents. "Tell me more about your parents." She urged softly, refusing to move away to speak normally to her brand new partner. Why she asked the question, Maria didn't know. She just... wanted to hear Viola talk more. She didn't care what about, but the topic of parents was already in the air so it was easy to continue.
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Feb 17, 2017 21:20:42 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2017 21:20:42 GMT -7
Despite all the times Viola had pushed Maria away, they liked being close to her. She liked it when there was no goal beyond just being close – sharing space was soothing, but only when that was the only expectation. Maria’s nose was warm in the crook of their neck, and Viola pulled their girlfriend (still a strange word to be applied to someone like Maria) a little closer. Maria asked to hear more about their parents, and Viola took a deep breath. There wasn’t really a good way to start with that question, so Viola began at the end. “Like I said, my parents divorced when I was four. My mum was an actress always looking for her big break, and in the end, my dad couldn’t wait for her to find it.” Viola had almost no memories of their parents together, just of the aftershocks, so it wasn’t actually all that painful to talk about. “And you know, as a little kid, I wanted my mum to love me, you know? And I could really only talk to her about musicals and music. So I listened to as much Muggle stuff as a I could, even though I lived with my dad and he’s a wizard.” Ah, the desperate attempts for attention. Those were the fun days. “Eventually I stopped dealing with her, but the hobby kind of stuck.” That was their mother explained. Their father wasn’t much harder. “My dad’s a radio host. He loves me and my little sister a ton, but he kept crazy hours based on his broadcasting schedule, so he wasn’t around much either.” Of the two absentee parents, Viola much preferred their father, but it was still weird to admit that they hadn’t had much parental influence in their life even though both of their parents were very much alive. Unlike Maria’s. “Do you remember much about your parents?” It was a simple enough question that Maria could answer with yes or no if she wanted to, but elaborate further if that was what she wanted, too.
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Feb 17, 2017 22:11:57 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2017 22:11:57 GMT -7
Maria didn't move as Viola spoke, sharing with her about their parents. Staying close, her nose brushing against the bare skin of Viola's neck, and breathing slow. She'd never noticed before that Viola smelled like the ocean, with just a hint of... citrus? Maria had never taken the time while invading Viola's space to really think about their scent. It was unique, and oddly Maria liked it, so she remained just as still and close as before. Refusing to pull away. She still listened though, quite intently. So Viola's mother was a muggle, father a wizard. Although Viola had already said that they're parents were divorced Maria liked hearing more behind it. Viola having a younger sister. About their parents, and listening to music and musicals. So they liked musicals. Maria hadn't known that. "What else do you like to do?" She found herself asking, in that same hushed and muffled tone as before. Both of them had been very good at keeping secrets from each other. It was about time they stopped keeping them.
Even though Maria hadn't moved she went still as Viola asked if she remembered much of her parents. Yes. Not everything, but somethings she'd never forget. "I've never met anyone as beautiful and kind as my mother." She started, her voice quiet. Evangeline had been as beautiful on the inside as out. "She was always so patient, and did everything she could to help me learn how to... not burn everything." To not explode was more like it. It helped that her mother, being a full blooded Veela had the same ability and knew how to help Maria. "My father was quiet and humble. He gave up everything to be with my mother." And he'd given up his life rather than live without her.
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Feb 17, 2017 22:21:37 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2017 22:21:37 GMT -7
It had been a long time since anyone had asked Viola what they liked to do. They had had a conversation with Brandon about what they wanted to do when they graduated, but that was different. And, oddly enough, Viola had a hard time trying to answer the question. “I like to watch people. Big crowds of them, if I can.” They paused a moment to think. “I like to be on boats, in the ocean, if I can be.” That was hard to do sometimes, especially during the school year, but it was a nice thought to have. Viola liked the ocean because it was big, and it was always oddly quiet, because the water swallowed up any sound that anyone made. The quiet was one of Viola's favorite things, even if the noise was, too. “I like to tell people what I’m thinking, even if they don’t like to hear it.” And honestly, that was most of the time. Finding someone who would listen to all of their truths was something that Viola had always hoped for, and they wondered if Maria was going to be that person.
Maria began to talk about her parents, and Viola listened. It was fascinating, that after only seven years with them, Maria had such clear memories of them. “They sound like good people.” That had always been something Viola struggled with – whether or not their parents were good people. They knew their mother definitely wasn’t, because a good person didn’t go chasing dreams and forgetting everything they already had. Their father was a different story, a more complicated one that Viola didn’t want to read. Sometimes always wanting to tell the truth was a burden. “Were you always able to control fire?” Viola asked. They knew full-blooded Veela had the ability, but Maria wasn’t one of those, and the ability might have manifested later. The idea of a fussy baby who could shoot fireballs wasn’t a pleasant one.
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Feb 17, 2017 22:33:05 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2017 22:33:05 GMT -7
Maria breathed deeply again, taking in that subtle scent once more, as if to commit it to memory. People watching didn't surprise her to much, nor did telling people what they were thinking. The ocean and boats though? Well, Maria should have guessed that one from their scent, but she hadn't considered it. Odd. Maria, who relished in fire and heat, and Viola with the water. Polar opposites. Rather than respond though she made a soft 'hm'ing sound in the back of her throat, just loud enough to acknowledge what Viola had said.
Finally, Maria reluctantly pulled away. Or, at least pulled her head away so she could look at her new partner and cock her head to the side ever so slightly. "They were." Except for the whole suicide thing, but that was a different story. Maria often wondered how her father had turned out so.... good. Considering his parents and her 'guardians'. At the question of if she'd always been able to control fire though, Maria blinked, a thoughtful expression appearing. "I can't remember a time when I couldn't." She answered honestly. It wasn't an answer to 'always' being able to control it though. That she didn't know the answer to. She couldn't remember that far back. Maybe she had been born with the ability, or maybe they'd developed when she got older. The only people that knew were her parents, and they were gone.
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Feb 17, 2017 22:40:25 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2017 22:40:25 GMT -7
Viola wasn’t sure if Maria found their comments about their likes disinteresting or simply didn’t know what to say, so they tried not to look too much into the soft noise of affirmation that Maria made. When the girl said that she couldn’t remember a time when she couldn’t control fire, Viola hesitated, before asking the question that was on their mind. “Is it weird that I’ve never wanted to be powerful?” They asked. “I mean, I know there are some people, where all they can think of is how they can get the next step up or how they can be unique or how they can get better at magic, and I just…don’t care.” Sometimes Viola’s apathy was a good thing, but in this case, they didn’t feel like it was a boon at all. “And I know that there are people who would kill to have the power you have, to be able to light things on fire, but I don’t think I would ever use it.” Unless a situation demanded that a fire be lit – like if they needed warmth or were lost and needed a smoke signal – Viola wouldn’t know what to do with flames in their palms, or any comparable power. Maybe it was good not to lust after things they didn’t have, but Viola always wondered if their relative indifference towards that sort of thing was what made them uninteresting. They never really wanted anything. Well, that was wrong. They wanted Maria, but even now, they were only half-committed, if only because they knew that it was have Maria by halves or not have her at all.
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Feb 17, 2017 22:55:22 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2017 22:55:22 GMT -7
Both of Maria's eyebrows rose as Viola spoke, admitting that they'd never wanted to be powerful. About not caring about being unique or being better. How they wouldn't use her ability if they had it but others would kill for what she could do. An ability she'd inherited, not one she'd earned. Her birthright, as her mother's daughter. Maria didn't respond immediately, taking a moment to ponder as she lightly traced circles with her fingers into the small of Viola's back. "I've never known any different." She finally admitted, her gaze fluttering to stare absentmindedly down the corridor. "Having power, chasing it, struggling for more. I've never known anything else. Not since my parents died." Survive, that was what mattered to Maria, and the only way that happened was to be strong. To keep chasing after power until nothing could hurt her ever again.
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Feb 18, 2017 7:37:12 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2017 7:37:12 GMT -7
Maria’s fingers tracing shapes onto their back was the slightest bit distracting for Viola, but they were determined to listen to what Maria had to say. It seemed they were opposites in every way – Maria was fire, they were water, Maria couldn’t imagine a life without power, and Viola couldn’t imagine a life with it. “Can you teach me?” Viola asked quietly. “Can you teach me how to chase something?” That was the closest they were ever going to get to asking Maria for help, and the closest they were ever going to get to admitting that Maria was the only person they trusted to teach them to want more. Viola wasn’t sure if wanting more was something that could be taught, but they were curious, and if it could make their life different – even if not necessarily in a good way – then Viola wanted to try.
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Feb 19, 2017 19:16:24 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2017 19:16:24 GMT -7
Well, if that wasn't an opening for suggestion nothing was. Maria and Viola have been having a quite serious conversation up until now, so there was a moment where Maria was tempted not to take the opening. To let this serious conversation continue. But it was so blasted tempting... She just couldn't stop it. Couldn't control herself. Maria leaned in, ever so softly kissing Viola on the cheek. It was almost.. Loving. As strange as that sounded, because loving was not a word used to describe Maria often. "Yes. She slowly whispered, not pulling away as her breath brushed against Viola's cheek. Maria could definitely teach Viola how to chase something. Maria shifted, brushing her lips lightly against Viola's. That kiss was more teasing. "First, you need to want something, very... Very much." She explained in that same hushed tone. This time when she kissed Viola it was more needing. More possessive and hungry. Maria had been much more careful kissing Viola before now, taking it extremely slow, never wanting to push any sort of boundaries. But to get her point across she needed to push. She needed to try and make Viola to want more. And that was definitely the sort of kiss that would do exactly that.
Abruptly Maria pulled away, that wolffish grin back as the kiss was broken and Maria freed herself from Viola's arms. "And once you know what you want, you need to stop at nothing to get it." She finished as she took several more steps back, creating the distance between them quickly with a mischievous look in her eyes. "Chase me, Viola." She breathed at last, making her intentions right before she turned and bolted down the hall...
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Feb 19, 2017 19:53:12 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2017 19:53:12 GMT -7
Viola was a little shocked when Maria kissed them on the cheek. Not shocked by the fact that they had been kissed, but rather the kiss itself – it was softer than they were used to, and…nice, really, was the only word they could think of to describe it. Before they had time to totally process that kiss, Maria was beginning her instructions on the chase. She said that Viola needed to want something, and they were about to ask how, when Maria kissed them, and Viola began to understand how you could want someone badly enough to chase them. Maria really was a good kisser, but she had been holding back, apparently, because now she was a great kisser, and Viola wanted. They wanted more. Maria obviously knew that, though, because step two in the instructions was forthcoming: stop at nothing to get what you want. Somewhere inside, Viola knew that that meant, even before Maria turned away. They had never been much good at running, but now seemed as good a time as any to start.
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