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Jun 24, 2019 20:43:58 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2019 20:43:58 GMT -7
some out loud, some in silence. 27TH DECEMBER 2024
TIME BY LYDIA’S SIDE WAS one of the minor things Miles didn’t expect to enjoy in their life. They were reserved, sharp tongued when necessary but Lydia made the Ravenclaw forget such things. It was the strange hold she had on them, the one that made them open their eyes, see the light in such mundane things and find enjoyment from it. Just like the Hogsmeade Winter Festival. When the two had arrived to their homes respectively, they had ensured their plans were secure for the Christmas break, spend the first few days at the festival, spend Christmas dinner with their families and then have a dinner of their own together. Father was more than happy to evacuate the home of Miles’ siblings and family that had come over to the Pucey family home for the Christmas, most likely directing them to their secondary — well, their main — home in Ireland.
The elves were present of course, setting up the supposed candlelit dinner for both Miles and Lydia and while it seemed a little too romantic to do such a thing on a random occasion, the Pucey decided to link a purpose to it. They were going to propose to Lydia. Today, during a specific time within their dinner. It was ironic, given what they were wearing wouldn’t scream out a formal event but a sort of slightly denim shirt and trousers was enough in itself. The clock that hung high in the dining room chimed for a few seconds on end, letting Miles know the time had just passed six in the evening. Meaning Lydia was late…As usual. Arms behind their back, Miles paced their steps, one at a time before turning and repeating the process…Until the door knocked.
A hand reached out to the knob of the door, pulling it open to reveal the smaller Slytherin girl, wide smiled and cute as ever. Miles felt themself smile in return, before leaning on the door. ”You’re late.” They murmured down to her. @lydia & proposal thread! lets gooo!
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Jul 8, 2019 9:43:21 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 8, 2019 9:43:21 GMT -7
It was fashionable to be late and Lydia would never apologize for that. Just like she wouldn't apologize for the bright red dress that she was wearing. It was strapless and only went as far as just above her knees. Normally she wore stuff that was more poofy and exciting, but this dress was form fitting and slick. She was incredibly excited for her meal with her betrothed tonight, and decided that maybe for once she would try a little harder not to call Miles a he or a him, but try the they thing that he- that they were so crazy about. It was hard for her to accept and comprehend the fact that she was engaged to someone it wasn't necessarily a boy, considering she was one of the most boy crazy people on the entire planet. Still she was sure that she to do it... With a lot of practice.
She knocked on the door, checking her hair in the glass one more time before he opened it. Her hair was up, out of her face, in a sort of classical bun with some of her curls escaping it. Miles leaned against the door frame, commenting on how she was late. She waved a hand in front of him in dismissal, "a lady is never late, party doesn't start until she walks in," she argued.
@miles
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Jul 14, 2019 15:53:24 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2019 15:53:24 GMT -7
some out loud, some in silence. MILES FELT THE NEED TO roll their eyes, considering as usual Lydia’s words were always weaved with some sort of insanity. In a way, she was lucky Miles tended to easily forgive her, and they did, especially with how she looked now. They knew she was fashionable, but this was just a plain tease. And it was most definitely clear to see. Her argument was met with a side step, allowing her in before they closed the door behind her. ”And if there were already other ladies in the house?” Miles countered, grin forming on their lips. ”That would mean you’re late.” They added, folding their arms over their chest. ”I’m glad you’re finally here Ms Fudge. Are you hungry?”
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Jul 25, 2019 9:22:45 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2019 9:22:45 GMT -7
Miles rolled their eyes and Lydia just shrugged, unapologetic. They suggested if there were other ladies in the house did that affect when the party started and her brow furrowed, "are you harboring other betrotheds, my dear? I have to say, that seem like a lot of work for someone who doesn't want to work that much," she teased back. They said they were glad she was finally here and Lydia grinned, "I am glad too. And I could eat," she shrugged once again, highly aware of how the gesture drew attention to her rather perfect collarbones. She had spent most of her life being told how to look prettier, so now when she looked in a mirror it was easy for her to see it for herself and play to those strengths. She placed a hand lightly on Miles bicep, "you have something made up already? Lead the way," she encouraged. Granted, it was most likely house elves or a chef and not her betrothed who made the meal, but who knew.
@miles
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Jul 29, 2019 3:10:09 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2019 3:10:09 GMT -7
some out loud, some in silence. SUDDENLY GRINNING, MILES KNEW THEY could find no other like Lydia. After all, she was simply one of a kind. She made Miles feel different emotions, ones they were sometimes afraid of and other times, incredibly excited about. ”I could never.” They began, following Lydia’s little game, a hand raising up to show how offended they were. Lydia had a point though, most times Miles was incredibly lazy about things that didn’t have anything to do with their goal. But after meeting the small Slytherin, they had suddenly conjured up all this energy. As Lydia spoke, bringing up how she was hungry, dark eyes flickered to the appearance of her collarbones. Miles…loved them. They were sure Lydia knew this because she always showed them off. It was the small details about her that the Pucey loved most.
With her hand on their bicep, Miles’ hand then rose, guiding her hand to their own, so their fingers could intertwine. ”Elves have been cooking things all day. Father wanted to ensure you and I had a really good meal, despite there being…A dozen meals.” Miles then moved, guiding the two through the hallway of their house and into the dining room. The room was low lit, the only light provided by the sheer sun rays that peeked through closed curtains and the small flames of the candles. Two plates had been placed out, and while the dining room table was usually the long one for the whole family, it seems the elves had swapped it out for something smaller and cosier, so the two could actually hear one another.
Miles stopped their walking by the seats, their hand dropping from Lydia’s to pull out a chair for her.
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Sept 1, 2019 20:20:06 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2019 20:20:06 GMT -7
Miles said that they would never harbor another person there, holding their hand up. Lydia grinned, "glad to hear it. Though, if you ever did betray my trust, at least make sure they're pretty," she joked. She saw Miles eye flicker to that familiar spot below her neck, and she instinctively reached a hand up afterward to make sure her curly hair was out of the way. Lydia liked being looked at, admired, lusted after, whatever. She liked having their eyes on her. In all reality, she'd be incredibly horrified if Miles ever looked at someone else that way. But she was sure that wouldn't happen.
When her hand returned to their bicep, Miles linked his fingers through hers. That feeling, that rush, which ran through her was a terrifying and wonderful feeling all at once. Terrifying in the best way. This was how she wanted to feel, it was just... different feeling it for someone who wasn't necessarily a boy. Her whole life she'd been obsessed with boys. She still wasn't sure how to handle all that, but it was easy to forget her lack of confidence in it when she looked at Miles, and when he held her hand like that. "Well, I'm sure all of the meals are wonderful and I'll be pleased no matter what," she assured them in a low voice. Miles led them to the dining room and she gasped a little at the sight before them. Lydia may often be bright and bubbly, but her and Miles and similar enough taste when it came to a dining aesthetic.
She carefully moved into the seat that they pulled out for her, and Lydia beamed up at Miles. "Thank you."
@miles
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