The Watcher (Moyra and Desideratum)
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				Title: <strong>The Watcher (Moyra and Desideratum)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desideratum</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 02:55:27</strong>
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				Resting his head on his fist, his ruffled brown mess of hair tickling his forehead, Andrew stared vacantly through the paper on his desk. It was filled with doodles of all sorts, from cats to flames to dragons—anything but the answers to the physics equations that he was supposed to be solving. His chocolate eyes wandered from the paper to the people around him; dutiful students crouched over desks and scribbling quickly, socialites giggling quietly and passing notes, a few typing on cell phones in their laps. A boy dressed in chains and leather toyed with his spiked pink hair and boredly clicked a lighter on and off that flickered beneath Andrew’s gaze. A couple adults were interspersed amongst the youth, looking solemn, uncomfortable, and disdainful. A pretty blonde girl was whispering something that looked flirtatious to the broad, dumb-looking quarterback behind her.<br><br>Stereotypes…they fascinated Andrew. He himself didn’t really fit into any of the typical school cliques, but preferred to watch the others; observe, analyze, ponder their personalities, wonder about their thoughts and backgrounds. What made them the way they were? How did they really feel inside, beneath the masks they wore for the world? Why did they choose the personas they did? Did any of them really have a choice in who they were in the convoluted structure of society, or are our roles assigned us by our peers whether we want them or not?<br><br>Blinking as he came back to reality, Andrew frowned and glanced at the clock. Just a few more minutes until…until what? Until he could leave, drive home to his cramped San Francisco apartment, check the mail to undoubtedly find a bunch of bills he couldn’t pay, and sit to think about the homework he didn’t feel like doing and the work he didn’t want to go to in the morning.<br><br>It’s not that he didn’t know how to do the work. It’s not even that he wasn’t interested in it. He loved learning, and he loved his job, too. He just…longed for more. It never felt right to him, this sitting in class, going to work, paying bills—the daily grind. There were so many incredible things going on in the world—likely much that he didn’t know about—that sitting around selfishly eking out a living just seemed so…trivial. He wanted to help people, to do something meaningful, to change history, to…<br><br>“Alright, get out of here,” the professor said in his gruff voice without looking up from his screen the moment the clock struck 3, and instantly the bustle of students scrambling to leave arose around Andrew. The guy behind him bumped Andrew with a notebook; the girl in front jostled his desk with her rear, covered scantily in tight jeans that revealed a tattoo in the small of her back. Looking down shyly as he gathered his things, Andrew slung his pack over his shoulder and slipped through the crowd for the doors.<br><br>An unremarkable college student, Andrew was no body builder, but had a fit form, erect stature and good physique nonetheless. With a broad torso, his shoulders to his waist formed an attractive V, though it was now swathed in the baggy folds of a thick black sweatshirt and cargo pants as per usual. To fit his withdrawn nature, he was usually wearing such simple clothes that covered his form, letting him blend in. His face was angular and masculine, with a couple days’ growth due to being overburdened with homework the last few days. Though it usually held an observant, contemplative expression, he was now frowning and grimacing as the crowd jostled him.<br><br>As they emerged into the crisp, salty San Francisco air, the crowd of students dispersed into the campus. After giving one of his few friends a parting smile and nod, Andrew sighed with relief as he made his way over the open corridors of the UCSF science building, several stories up, breathing in the fresh air, and admiring the view. He stopped for a moment one of the raised terraces, leaning on the railing and smiling out at the view of the foggy city through trees that swayed lazily in the ocean breeze, basking in the sparse rays of sunlight that cut through the fog here and there. It was a pretty view from this high up, and he found himself looking thoughtfully down at the people scurrying about their business; watching, thinking, daydreaming, his backpack leaning against his leg, the salty breeze rustling his hair.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Watcher (Moyra and Desideratum)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ezraylia</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 07:33:24</strong>
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				Siori was getting more angry by the hour. She'd been out here for most of the day, leaning against the same damn tree, staring at the same damn door like a hawk, and not moving an inch. She sighed heavily, breathing deep to relax and once a bit of the bitterness wore off Siori realised how much she hurt. Closing her deep amethyst eyes for a second to rest them, she stood straight up and stretched her self out, opening them again to stare at the clear sky while standing like a human starfish. She probably looked ridiculous, and since she was supposed to be blending in it was very likely that this was a bad idea, but at this point she didn't care anymore, she ached all over. <br><br>Taking time to stretch out one limb at a time, Siori concentrated on working every muscle she could. She started with her arms, though she had to pull down the sleeves of her tight black shirt from around her elbows. <em>These things are so constricting, how can they wear this junk? How could the Elders do this to me?</em> She sighed to herself fought to concentrated on the stretching so she could get back to watching for that blasted human. She cracked all the fingers, one by one, loving the feeling of the joints gaining their movement back. She stretched out her other arm, following the same procedure of stretching each muscle she could control. She moved onto her legs, flexing the muscles under the tight black jeans. <br><br>Just as she was finished her left leg, she started to hear the bustle of movement from the direction of the school. Siori settled herself back against the tree, pulling a worn looking book from the messenger bag she had strung over her shoulder. Holding the book up in front of her face, she checked it quickly to make sure it was the right way up. She couldn't help the feelings of bitterness that were rising up in her again and creating the frown on her face. She didn't want to be here. She stretched out a clawed hand and scratched at an itch buried in hair of such a deep shade of sapphire it looked black unless you got close, and you'd have to be really staring to see the deep purple highlights. She wasn't going to give up her colouring for this. She was supposed to blend sure, but how many people on this campus had green hair, or pink hair? Surely no one would notice her blues and purples. She stuck a claw in her mouth, picking at her teeth with it as she waited for that familiar smell.<br><br>She didn't have to wait long as she caught a whiff of the slight scent difference that marked humans as being gifted. Her eyes changing to a deeper purple, she scanned the crowd flooding the campus, looking for him. She'd been told he had brown hair, which considering the amount of people appearing in front of her, sure didn't help much. <em>I guess sitting here and waiting won't do it.</em> She placed the book back into the bag while standing up fully and walking towards the school. As she walked she kept her eyes on the whole crowd, looking for that swatch of brown hair, while imperceptibly sniffing the air deeply to follow the scent. Siori stopped for a second, looking around, a frown furrowing her brows. The scent had moved. While her eyes wandered, she happened to look up at the terraces in front of her, and that's when she spotted him. He was many floors up, leaning over and watching the crowd it seemed. A slight grin crossed her ruby lips as she found her prey.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Watcher (Moyra and Desideratum)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desideratum</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 08:06:22</strong>
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				Watching the people with a melancholy, thoughtful expression, Andrew found his mind wandering. So many people, all with their own lives, their own hopes and dreams, disappointments and carefully hidden pains. What differentiated them? Who was to say that the bearded man in the suit down there would get to realize his dreams of fame and fortune, but the woman stepping into the tram didn't? What made people special, what guided and led them, who acted as fate's traffic directors?<br><br>He sighed and lowered his head at the fruitlessness of his thoughts. He spent so much time wondering and dreaming, no wonder he wasn't making any real differences in the world. He supposed it was a long, difficult process that took a lot of dedication for those people that were successful enough to make a difference. People weren't just...chosen. Life wasn't that easy.<br><br>Now that he'd thoroughly depressed himself, Andrew stepped back from the railing and hefted his pack onto his shoulder, the weight of the books inside feeling heavier than usual. He took an earphone from somewhere inside his sweatshirt and plugged it into his ear, turning on his mp3 player in his pocket as he walked, losing himself in his music as he looked out at the San Francisco day. The sun was finally beginning to burn through the fog and the rooftops were gently aglow in the radiance. A small smile on his face again, Andrew stalked toward the stairwell, not paying attention to the people he passed along the way.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Watcher (Moyra and Desideratum)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ezraylia</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 09:10:24</strong>
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				Keeping her eye on him while he backed away from the railing, Siori found herself wondering what he could possibly look so sad about, but then she lost sight of him and almost ran for it, forgetting the thought. After a second, she saw him making his way down the stairs, engrossed in his own world, and relaxed again. She quickly realised her chance and started to jog towards the stairs, her eyes following him like a hawk. Once the stairs were under her feet, she kept her eyes down mostly, but looked up to find him every few seconds, ducking and weaving through the crowd on the staircase, jogging faster as she got closer. As she went to pass him she pushed out her shoulder to bump his. He was tougher than she expected and the force that would have knocked down a normal human, barely budged him. <br><br>"Oh, I'm so sorry!" she said loudly in a sickly sweet voice, placing her hand on his surprisingly strong shoulder. The clothes seemed to be hiding a stronger body than expected. Siori frowned for a hair of a second, confused at his form. She'd figured he'd be a weakling like the rest of these humans. "I'm just lost in this place and I'm almost late for my class! You wouldn't know where the Anthropology classes are, eh?" she blurted out in a rush as if she really was late. She stared into his deep brown eyes with a bit of human like fear and need. Good thing she'd done a bit of research on this school and knew what classes she could fake attend. She didn't want to be here, but she'd be damned if she failed at a job the Elders gave her.
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				Post by: <strong>desideratum</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 10:15:44</strong>
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				Andrew let out a soft grunt and caught himself on the railing; it felt like a football player had bowled into him, but when he looked, it was just a girl standing there, barely looking phased at all. He quickly forgot about her apparent strength though as his cheeks became tinged with a slight blush at the feel of her hand on his shoulder. When his chocolatey, probing eyes rested on hers, the silent exchange lasted only a moment, but in that moment, his soulful eyes seemed to gaze into her soul. They were thoughtful, deep, intense; studying her avidly, belying his meekness as they devouring all the information he could about her, taking in her tight black jeans and shirt, her gorgeous, gemlike eyes, her dark hair that glowed a soft purple in the sunlight, every hair of her expression. After he took all that in in just one magical moment of lingering his probing gaze on her, his eyes moved on as he shyly averted them.<br><br>"Sorry, are you okay?" he asked quietly. His voice was soft and kindly as he handed the girl her dislodged bag. "Oh, the Anthro classes are in the humanities building, right next to this one." He gave a small gesture toward the tall brick building a short distance away. "Though I didn't know there were any anthro classes today...Mine's tomorrow morning."<br><br>Looking a little flustered from the encounter, Andrew took a step back, his back pressing against the stairwell's railing. He would normally have moved on by now, but something about this girl made him linger. She was...strange, somehow, and it teased his curiosity. He found his eyes returning to her amethyst ones as if trying to gaze into her, to understand more. He wanted to ask about her, but... in his shyness, he didn't know what to say, so he just looked around awkwardly, subconsciously rubbing his sore shoulder. "Uh, good luck finding your class. Sorry about that..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Watcher (Moyra and Desideratum)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ezraylia</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 10:55:27</strong>
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				As Siori looked into his eyes, waiting for his answer, his stare sent shivers down her spine. It seemed as if he was reading things he shouldn't be, yet she couldn't turn her eyes away. And really, he couldn't be reading <em>that</em> much, could he? Her gaze was locked with his for what seemed an eternity before he suddenly broke the contact. She gave herself a mental shake, but still couldn't help looking back into his eyes. Humans weren't supposed to have eyes like his. They were supposed to be a slight step above animals, and yet he had looked right into her being with one minor glance. The possibility that she could be wrong about humans, or at least this human, shook her to her very core. He even smelled different than the other gifteds. There was something almost...sweet about it. And that sadness was still lurking behind those deep eyes, and she found herself once again wondering what could make him so as she absently reached for his outstretched hand, taking her bag. He's definitely not normal...she was going to have to contact the Eld-<em>He's talking Siori...</em> Something in her head snapped her out of her day dream and she had to struggle to come up with a sufficient reply.<br><br>"Oh, crap. I have the wrong building and apparently even the wrong day?!" her voice sounding paniced as she fumbled around in her bag for the class schedule she'd snatched off of someone earlier in the week. She pulled it out, scanning it quickly and noting the name on the schedule. "Ugh, you're right, this has been such a bad week..." She sighed and put the card back in her bag. She took a step forward so she was face to face with him as he had moved back. He really was a shy creature, wasn't he? Either way it didn't matter in the end, she was going to force herself into his life. She was about to do something, but for the life of her she couldn't remember what. He was looking at her that way again and she seemed to be losing the ability to think while he looked so deep into her. Blinking to break the gaze and berating herself for her clumsiness, she stuck out her hand carefull to make sure the claws were shorter than normal, saying lightly "It'd be a lot easier to find if i had help in the morning. The name's Sara, and I'm hopeless around here. Care to help a hopeless chick out?"
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				Post by: <strong>desideratum</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 11:53:14</strong>
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				"I'm sorry you've had a bad week. I'd be glad to help you tomorrow, though you hardly seem hopeless. And my name is Andrew. Or Andy, whatever." Her fingers were graceful, her handshake firm and familiar as he grasped it with his. In truth, he wouldn't be glad to help her; he wanted to just move on get out of the awkward situation before he did something stupid. He felt uncomfortable around her, though he wasn't sure why of that either. He supposed it was because he was having trouble reading her. He could usually read people like books, but she was...different somehow. Andrew just couldn't put his finger on what was strange about this girl...something about the way she carried herself, the way she moved in her clothes, the way she seemed to space out for a moment before responding to him, as if she were in much deeper thought than her ditzy appearance suggested. His eyes glimpsed her schedule before she put it away; the name was indeed Sara. With a small shrug, he tried to dismiss his weird feeling about her.<br><br>"Uhm, would you like to meet somewhere around here tomorrow, Sara?" Unsurprisingly, she had a strong build; still feminine, with an amble bosom and beautiful face, she reminded him of athletes he'd seen on the olympics. His eyes ran down her graceful black top that bared her midriff, her toned abs, her slim hips and firm thighs beneath her black jeans. Then he suddenly realized what he was doing, he blushed deeply and looked away. He must look like such a jerk, ogling her! Trying to take another step back, his foot bumped the railing and he almost fell into her, stepping awkwardly to the side to avoid doing so.<em>So much for not doing anything stupid...</em> Feeling more and more awkward by the minute, he gave her a weak, nervous smile, cheeks still red. "Or just trade cells if that would be easier. Whatever you want...Though I'm sure you won't have trouble finding it..." He started leaning away from her as if preparing to go before this girl made him look like any more of a doofus.
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				Post by: <strong>Ezraylia</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 12:36:54</strong>
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				<em>What a very twitchy human.</em> Siori couldn't help but notice the nervousness oozing out of him and felt a little of the bitterness come back. <em>This is who the Elders want me to Watch? He's a scared pup... Maybe he'll relax if i stop acting like an imbecile when he looks at me. </em>Which she was trying to avoid at this very moment by trying to get lost in her own thoughts as opposed to his gaze. When she snapped back to attention, she happened to notice where his gaze was. It wasn't on her face anymore, rather it was travelling the length of her. She felt hot indignation stain her cheeks and was about to ask him what he thought he was doing, but reason got the better of her. <br><br>Siori realised at that second that she had the perfect in to his life, better than the bump on the stairwell routine. She started planning as she watched his face stain in embarrassment and look away. Watching as he stumbled in his lack of composure, she smiled inwardly, practically watching her new found plan unfold before her eyes. Once he'd righted himself and looked like he was about to bolt, she placed her hand upon his arm, squeezing lightly. "I'm going to need help. I've been here all week already and I'm still getting lost. And i have no cell phone. Can we meet by that tree down there?" as she pointed to the one she'd been leaning on all day. "Say around 7? Maybe you could show me around a bit?" She looked into his eyes as she asked and felt herself getting lost again, much to her dismay.
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				Post by: <strong>desideratum</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 15:18:27</strong>
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				Feeling a little like a cornered animal as she put her soft hand on his arm, Andrew gulped in his dry throat. One moment he had seen her blushing and looking almost furious, the next she was...what was she doing? Coming on to him?! He found that hard to believe, but...<em>What a strange girl...</em><br><br>"Of-of course," Andrew mumbled, eager to agree to anything at that moment. Her face leaning close, her hand on his arm, her eyes staring into his; how could anyone not agree to help this girl? It was all nearly overwhelming for Andrew and he managed a reassuring smile and patted her hand on his arm with his. "I'd be happy to help; at the tree at 7 it is." As he watched her crystal eyes, he got that curious feeling in him again, fascinated. Who was she? Why was she acting this way? Where did she come from, what made her so fit, why did she look at him that way? He wanted to know everything...and that alone kept him from bolting right away.<br><br>He did manage to straighten away from her grasp though, taking another step down the stairs away from her while trying not to make it too blatant. The lower level left his eye-level at that gorgeous middle of hers, and he blushed again, looking at the ground. "So I guess you'll be going back home now? Where are you parked? Maybe we're in the same lot."
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				Post by: <strong>Ezraylia</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 23:09:05</strong>
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				Smiling sweetly while he fumbled over a few words, Siori could see right through this Andy. She could feel every bit of his fear and she would have to be dead to miss the effect she had on him. His body temperature seemed on the rise, and that gulp was the loudest she'd ever heard. <em>A shy, twitchy creature indeed...</em>What was that phrase that humans favoured? <em>Like candy from a baby?</em> she mused as he patted her hand. <br><br>"Sounds like a plan then," she said in that same sickly sweet voice, her own plan firmly set in her mind. She caught that strong gaze of his lingering on her body again. Without much thought, she slid her claws up her belly and scratched at an invisible itch high on her rib cage, just below her right breast, lifting the clingy shirt as her hand went. She made it seem as if it was the worst itch imaginable, and lingered there for a solid 15 seconds. <em>If he wants to stare, he can have a little more to see than he expects..</em><br><br>Siori let her hand fall, the shirt falling quickly behind it, so that she could lightly scratch at her temple. "Well, i have no car, i usually walk. All the hills help me keep my girlish figure you know," she laughed a nervous laugh and averted her eyes from his. "Though after running around this place all day, i could use a lift and a break," she shook her head at the thought. "Though you probably don't live near me, nevermind..." she said with a slight blush and turned to start walking down the stairs.
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				Post by: <strong>desideratum</strong> on <strong>14-10-2008, 01:24:02</strong>
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				At first, his eyes were fixed to her hand like a magnet , his heart seeming to miss a beat as he panicked, wondering what she was doing as she gathered her shirt up...until she just started scratching at an indecently high place up her torso, allowing him a glimpse of the soft curve of the underside of her plump breast. He looked away quickly, jaw clenched tight, wondering about this girl all over again. She didn't seem slutty, or flirtatious. Just...uncaring about what he saw, as if she'd be just as comfortable being naked! The thought only made his cheeks turn further crimson, he couldn't believe what a bumbling fool this girl was turning him into. He suddenly felt hot in his sweatshirt, his face red. Were all girls like this? Or was she just enjoying turning him into a stammering idiot, like he was her new toy?<br><br>As she turned away to leave, he was instantly torn. He let her go several steps as he hesitated, likely causing her to fear he was calling her bluff. The rational part of his brain told him to just let her go, to not get too involved, to dismiss those gnawing questions he had about her, to reject the way she made him feel. The rest of him wanted to follow, to give her a lift, to talk to her for hours and ask her questions about every square inch of her life, to touch her, to...<br><br>Shaking his head, knowing he was being an idiot, he hopped down the stairs and called after her after she had taken a few steps. "Hold on." She didn't seem to hear his soft voice amidst the bustle, so he weaved his way over to her, trying to gather his composure again. He gathered the courage to place his strong but gentle hand on her soft arm to get her attention, his deep eyes fixing on hers again. He wanted to take a step back, but knew she wouldn't be able to hear him if he did, so had to stay face-to-face to her, hoping she couldn't feel the heat radiating from his face. Up close, her eyes were so strange, so mysterious, shifting like deep pools from one subtle shade of purple to another...<br><br>"I'd be happy to give you a ride; I think with a physique like that, you'll be just fine if you skip a day of tackling SF's hills." He gave her a shy smile, eyes still on her face; starting to feel awkward again, he started moving away, beckoning her to follow, his baggy pants swishing and his hair rippling as a gusty breeze washed through the campus. "I don't care if you live in LA; how could I not give you a ride? I'm parked over in Beck lot; let's go."
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				Post by: <strong>Ezraylia</strong> on <strong>14-10-2008, 05:53:13</strong>
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				She'd known he couldn't refuse, though she had no idea he'd be so at war with it. She'd seen the look in his eyes when she lifted her shirt. He was a man enthralled. He tried to hide it, but to Siori it was as obvious as if the sun had just turned off. Was he really so shy that he would turn down a very obvious opportunity? Or was she putting it on a little too thick? Was her boldness making him wary...?<br><br>She'd taken the first few steps away when she heard his first step. Shaking herself from her thoughts, she put her mind back to her task. He'd waited longer than expected so she slowed slightly, remaining outwardly oblivious and lost in her own thoughts, getting a few more steps down before she felt his hand. His touch was like fire, though not in an unpleasant way. She did all she could to keep her expression unchanged, as if his hand hadn't just nearly burned a hole through her shirt. She looked up to find his searching eyes searing into hers. Was his gaze always this intense? Siori could feel her own heat rise slightly, though it was still nothing in comparison to the heat emanating off of him. He was still so nervous, and something else she couldn't quite place. Focusing on his words, she smiled slightly, "Oh I'm not quite used to the hills here. Only been here a month or so. But thanks anyways. And you sure about that? I mean it's not far, certainly not LA." She started to follow him down the stairs, unsure of where this Beck lot was...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Watcher (Moyra and Desideratum)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desideratum</strong> on <strong>15-10-2008, 08:03:58</strong>
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				His touch only lasted a brief moment before his hand sprung away as if it also had been burned by the sparks between them. For the few moments his brown eyes peered into hers, he thought he saw so many conflicting emotions in those deep, purple pools; he wish he could pick it all apart better. Despite how flirty and bubbly she appeared, when he looked in her eyes, he got feelings of strength, firmness, resentment, even hostility at times. Was she just a fiery kind of person, or was there more going on than met the eye? If so, what was she hiding and why was she trying to use him, and for what?<br><br>Shaking himself out of his musings, he led the way toward the parking lot in the part of campus they were in, shifting his backpack on his shoulder. As they walked, he found himself finally starting to relax a little; his step became smoother and more confident, smile and humor returned in a small dose, his soft laugh came a little easier. He never looked straight at her, but he found himself constantly conscious of the movements of the girl next to him and her presence, eyeing her in the corner of his vision, hearing the quiet rub of her jeans with every step, his skin tingling when every once in a while the gusty breeze would blow her hair the right way so a few strands brushed his skin. As the sun peeked out from around a cloud and bathed the foggy land in momentary radiance, her dark hair seemed to glow a gentle purple. It sure was skilfully dyed; none of her real color showed through, even at the roots, whatever her real color was. Her messenger pack bounced lightly on her thigh as she walked, and he was curious about what was in there, too, even though it was likely just books. This girl was really pretty; what was she doing with a shmuck like him?<br><br>Lost in his thoughts as usual, it caught him by surprise when they stepped onto the blacktop of the parking lot, rows and rows of varying vehicles making up an ocean of colorful metal gleaming in the sunlight. He led the way to a nearby minivan, boxy and light blue; not junky, but certainly not new. He slipped into the driver's seat and unlocked the doors for her, watching her with a curious expression on his face as she got in. "I know it's no limo, but the old girl's served us well for fifteen years," he mused fondly as he patted the steering wheel before starting the ignition. When he turned the key, his blaring music immediately started up in a jarring, mid-stream fashion, and he quickly hit the power button. "And it's got a great sound sysetm," he added with a small laugh.<br><br>"So, where to, Sara?" he requested as he backed out of the parking spot, an arm instinctively going behind her headrest as he looked backward out the window before pulling forward and driving them through the lot, moving slowly and stopping regularly as students on foot and in cars bustled around them. He drove casually with one hand on the bottom of the wheel, eyes drifting here and there as the breeze came in through the window and rustled his hair and shirt.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Watcher (Moyra and Desideratum)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ezraylia</strong> on <strong>15-10-2008, 20:47:49</strong>
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				Walking slightly behind him, Siori had ample opportunity too study him, though she wasn't sure of her reasons for doing so at the moment. She knew she had to insert herself into his life, but she was finding that she wasn't quite as adverse to that as she was when she had started out. She was enjoying this human. She made him nervous, she made his body heat up, and she liked that. Siori knew she might get herself in way over her head with this sweet willed human, but she found herself not caring as she stared blatantly at him while they made their way to the lot.<br><br>She could see his gentleness and strength in the way that he walked. Once he started to calm down at least. He had almost a glide to his walk, as if he walked on air. As she watched him move and watched his clothing move over his skin, she noticed just how much the clothing truly hid. She was amazed at how simple his body was, but also at the strength that was coming off of him. That something that didn't seem overly built could exude that amount of power. Reason kicked in and she started to wonder if that was part of his power. She wasn't told what it was when she accepted this mission, which made her wonder if the Elders didn't know. Suddenly, without her having payed much attention to their surroundings, she was in front of his van and he hopping in.<br><br>She took a quick look around at the lot and at finding it very bright on the eyes, she turned back to the van and got in. She jumped slightly at the music as the van turned over, but got used to it quickly and even enjoyed it, until he turned it off. She might have to ask him about that later. Humans, though faulty, had such amazing music. She grinned lazily at him and his system comment, nodding slightly.<br><br>Her eyes going wide at his question, Siori fumbled in her bag again, coming out with an address on a piece of paper. "Well, i can't seem to remember the numbers or anything, and am no good at directions, so i keep this on me," she rambled out as she handed him the address to the apartment she'd rented for this. Making sure she'd found a place close to his was easy. Though the place was a bit rundown, she didn't care. She didn't plan on being there much. It was simply a cover. "Eventually i figure I'll remember where i live," she laughed easily, since it was actually the truth. She always had to write things down, forgetting was one of her major flaws. She leaned her face out the window, feeling the wind whip at her hair, and closing her eyes, reveling in the salty air. <em>I miss the ocean...</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Watcher (Moyra and Desideratum)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desideratum</strong> on <strong>16-10-2008, 03:23:24</strong>
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				Andrew unfolded his sunglasses with one hand and slid them on as he stopped at the exit to the UCSF parking lot, leaning over to glance down the street and watch for his chance to merge with the traffic. There was always heavy traffic leaving school at this hour. As he peered around Siori's form, it took effort to keep his eyes from lingering on her bosom, clad in the tight black of her shirt. Even her pretty face gave his eyes a mind of their own, luring them like magnets. He blinked uncomfortably when he realized she was holding something out to him.<br><br>He only had to take one glance at the scrap of paper before nodding and handing it back to her. It was right around the block from him. He knew the area well, and it wasn't a good one, and that wasn't a good apartment complex; it was renowned in the area, in fact, for being dangerous and shabby. He looked into her eyes with a small frown. "I hate to see you staying in a place like that," he said with genuine concern. "If you want, you can come sta..." he trailed off clumsily in mid-sentence, unable to believe what he was about to offer. It was an innocent remark, but utterly naive. his cheeks heated and he tried to recover, pretending he hadn't been about to say anything. Struggling for the easiest thing to change the subject to, he decided on the weather.<br><br>"Nice day isn't it?" he said clumsily. "I love it when the sun breaks the fog here. It'd be a good day for the beach, in fact. Maybe I wont show up at work tomorrow," he finished with an anxious laugh as if he had read her mind.<br><br><em>She's been walking to and from school for a month, but doesn't know the way to her apartment...?</em> He gave her a small, curious sideways glance while checking for traffic before quickly dismissing it. He was too cynical sometimes. Spotting his chance to merge, he pulled a little roughly out of the parking lot and slipped carefully into the flow of traffic, apologizing to her for the lurch of the car before remembering that she didn't exactly seem like the delicate type of girl. <br><br>Andrew rolled down the windows eagerly as he always did--he loved the fresh air and the breeze. When he was cooped up in someone else's ride who didn't like the windows down, it made him feel claustrophobic. He loved open, fresh air, chilly wind whipping his face and hair...Suddenly he remembered he had a girl in the car with him though. They usually didn't like the wind messing with their hair. He looked over to apologize and tell her she can roll it up, only to see her leaning out the window like a dog, her dark, glistening hair flowing behind her gorgeously. He laughed and gave her shoulder a playful poke to get her attention as he stopped at a stop sign and then turned the corner onto the street that would eventually reach her apartment. "Finally, someone else that likes a good ocean breeze!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Watcher (Moyra and Desideratum)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ezraylia</strong> on <strong>16-10-2008, 04:15:52</strong>
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				Siori had lost herself in the window's breeze. She'd forgotten about him completely upon smelling that sea salt air; the smell which instantly brought her back to her home, her memories of it, and her grief of having never been back. She was born in a sea cave, high above the water, in the cliffs of the tiny island of Guam. How the Elders found her there, she will never know. She remembered back to when she was about twenty years old. They'd found her and taken her against her will, drugging her in fact, to start training to fight the humans. She'd hated it at first, but slowly learned to love the life and the structure. She'd found many friends over the two hundred or so years she'd been fighting this war, and lost a good number as well. Mostly everyone she knew from when she was younger was gone. Even after so long in uniform, she still always missed the sea, just the same as she did when she was taken. Everyday her thoughts would linger when she had a minute to herself. This was her first assignment that brought her close to the ocean. She longed to swim, to forget about duty and honour, to forget about everything and just float for days, out to sea.<br><br>Her thoughts were interupted by a poke on her shoulder. She looked around and blushed profusely upon realising they were on her street and she hadn't heard a thing he'd said. She HAD heard the last part and decided she could just pretend that she hadn't been lost for a good 10 minutes. "Oh, i grew up by the ocean! I've been away from it for so long. And I've been so busy with the move and school and work.." she halted oddly in the middle of the sentence. <em>Uh oh...what's my job?</em> "I haven't even had a chance to go swimming yet," she finished lamely, blushing at her oversight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Watcher (Moyra and Desideratum)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desideratum</strong> on <strong>16-10-2008, 23:30:24</strong>
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				"I see," he said thoughtfully, looking sideways at her with a curious expression as he stopped to let some pedestrians cross. That was strange; for once, she seemed to be the flustered one. She hadn't seemed to notice any of what he'd said the last few minutes, but instead was just sitting there with a calm smile. He realized as he watched her that she'd had walls up this entire time; it dawned on him that she was a skilled actress, putting up a persona around him. Her thoughts distracted for the moment, that persona had cracked and given him a peek at this Sara for real; for the first time she wasn't giggling, teasing him, or acting ditsy. Instead, she looked somber, reflective, and...hard. In those cool eyes that seemed to shift hue before his eyes, he thought he detected a hint of sadness, or regret. He would have given anything to get into her head for those moments, but quickly her walls came back up and she was the Sara he'd met by the tree again. Luckily for her, he didn't ask about her work, but just nodded with that same studious, thoughtful expression, giving nothing away of what he was pondering over. A horn beeped somewhere behind him and he blinked in surprise, accelerating sharply.<br><br>He soon spotted her apartment and pulled up to the curb. "Here we are," he commented absently, studying the shabby building and street, the grafitti, the shady figures skulking about. He frowned at her again, wishing the girl was staying in a safer place; but apparently she didn't mind since she had ignored his half-offer. He slipped out of the car with her and waited for her to round it, then walked her the short distance to the doors to the apartment complex. Standing there awkwardly, he looked around at the dirty surroundings, trying to think of what to say. There were many things he wanted to say to her, so many things he wanted to ask, but he doubted any of them were appropriate. Instead he just met her eyes meekly and gave a nervous laugh. "Have a nice day, I guess. And maybe we can, uhm, I dunno...hang out at the beach or something," he gathered the courage to add as if it was just an afterthought. "Just an idea, since I love the beach and you said you missed it. Anyway..." Feeling his face start to heat a little--<em>What's my problem? It's not like I'm asking her out or something!</em>--he turned to go.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Watcher (Moyra and Desideratum)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ezraylia</strong> on <strong>17-10-2008, 02:59:28</strong>
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				She sat deep into the seat, shaken and ashamed at her lack of composure and control, trying in a vain attempt to stop her mind from swirling with memories. It wasn't very often that she permitted herself to delve into the past, but this time it sprang up on her, catching her completely off guard. It was even worse that she let it happen this time since she was on an assignment! She could have blown everything if anything had slipped out. She could feel his eyes going to her every few seconds, and her cheeks flared red hot, the blush going up to her ears. <em>He's going to catch on if i keep this up and suspicion is hard to get past. Get a hold of yourself and get your mind back in the game!</em> Shaking her head, she berated herself and looked out the window to see her supposed apartment. Sadly it was the only place close enough in such short notice. Not that she worried about safety, but it would have been nice if it had at least been clean. <em>I need to request more notice of assignments like these for next time.</em> She frowned slightly as she opened the door, hopped out and made her way around the van to join Andy as they walked to the door.<br><br>As they stood in front of the building, her belly squirming uncomfortably at the dirty humans and the filth they created scattered around them, they gazed silently at each other for what seemed like ages before he spoke. She stayed silent as he effectively spilled his guts on the floor, asking her to the beach in a round about, incredibly nervous way, then she watched as he apparently decided to turn tail and run. He didn't get far. She had her warm hand on that tough arm of his before she knew it, and was gently pulling him back towards her, trying not to force him too much. She stared straight into his eyes with a sweet smile and said in her most sheepish tone, "I'd love to go to the beach. You want to go tomorrow or something? I actually have a night off." She laughed lightly and rushed on, hoping to avoid that job question again, "you'll have to give me a call and we'll walk or you can drive. Though I've got to get home after school so i can grab my suit and ditch the school stuff. Umm," she said softly at the end of the ramble, "I would give you my number...but i never use the thing so i don't know what it is. I have it written on a pad upstairs though. Want to follow me up so i can grab it for you?" She turned towards the door, getting out her keys from the bottom of her bag. She fitted the right key into the lock easily as she had marked the door key with a paint splotch. The door opened with a squeak right out of a horror movie. She frowned at it as she stepped through the frame. "Sorry about the state of the place. Was really all i could find on such short notice. I've been searching for a new place, but San Fran is so expensive." She turned back to see what was holding Andy up. "You coming?" she said softly, her eyebrows raised in question.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Watcher (Moyra and Desideratum)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desideratum</strong> on <strong>17-10-2008, 07:44:54</strong>
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				As Siori spoke the most at one time he had ever seen, Andrew listened raptly, eyes fixed on her as if devouring all the information; the tone of her voice, her expressions, the way those gemlike eyes didn't quite want to meet his, her soft little laugh that made his hair stand on end...He liked studying people, but this girl was fascinating to him, enthralling. When he realized she'd stopped and heard her question, he stammered a little, trying to think quickly. It sounded nice to go with her, to see her apartment, to learn more about her, to talk to her along the way...but he also wanted to get away before he did something stupid. Besides, he was having trouble accepting that he felt...different...about this girl. His feelings frightened him a little and he didn't want to keep feeding them. But as she looked back at him and spoke in that soft voice, her dark hair flowing over her shoulder, her deep, cool eyes swallowing him up...<br><br>Prying his gaze away, Andrew shook his head. "Nah, I'd better let you go before you get sick of me," he said in a slightly playful tone. "Just bring the number tomorrow? And I'll see you at 7 by the tree, right? Well, see ya," he finished awkwardly as if it felt wrong to leave her. He found himself watching her back from the corner of his eye as she vanished into the building with another squeal of the door. As he climbed back into his car, he realized that for the first time in memory, he felt...almost lonely. He was an introvert; he liked being alone, he was used to it, he never minded. But now, he felt colder and more alone than ever before, as if he'd just moved out of the vicinity of a roaring fire into the dark, frigid night. <br><br>Shaking his head as if to dispel the strange thoughts, he restarted the ignition and started heading home, trying to focus his thoughts on the work he had to finish tonight before class tomorrow. His mind kept wandering to this Sara girl, though, and he kept catching himself with a stupid grin on his face. Such a pretty and seemingly sweet girl was taking an interest in him--even agreed to go hang out at the beach with him--and he didn't know or care why. It was stupid of him to be happy about this, but he grinned nonetheless.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Watcher (Moyra and Desideratum)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ezraylia</strong> on <strong>17-10-2008, 17:03:15</strong>
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				Watching him struggle through his thoughts, she knew before he said anything that he was going to leave, rather than come up. She watched as a mingle of fear, confusion, excitement, and that undying nervousness crossed his face in a matter of a minute. This human was going to be more difficult that she has assumed, he was just too damn shy and withdrawn! He had this amazingly sweet personality, was very handsome if you went by human standards, was working to better himself in school, had no problem helping out damsels in distress, and yet he seemed to think of himself as the lowest being on earth. Was he not going to give himself the chance to be attracted to someone? To let someone in? Even as she thought that, a pang of guilt tingled her gut, but she quickly stamped that down. She didn't want to think about her motives being horrible ones at the moment, she just wanted to figure him out. She was going to start getting frustrated with this human if she didn't rework her strategy to account for his stubbornness. She frowned slightly upon his refusal, saying a quick "See ya," before turning to go up the stairs, letting the door slam behind her, that sickening squeal grating on her nerves.<br><br>She took the steps up to the fifth floor two at a time, an easy feat for her, her muscles barely warm as she reached her door. She slid the key in the lock on door 505 and walked in quickly, repressing her shudder as she remembered the state of her apartment. She stood still in the door, taking in the filth, planning a night of hard cleaning since it seemed she would be here a while and she had no plans tonight. She'd already gotten some paint, and though she knew the place was rented and that meant that supposedly she wasn't to do any work on it, she couldn't live like this. She honestly didn't care if that pitiful human she called landlord had a problem with it. She didn't lack for money or strength in case he complained or became angry. Besides, when she was done he could get a fortune for the place a month, she was doing him a favour. <br><br>She locked the door behind her, throwing her keys on the counter, and went in search under her kitchen counter for the cleaning supplies she had bought, ready to get to work. As she scrubbed every surface of the apartment, her mind drifted continuously to that bit of guilt that had sprung up. It was like gnat, stinging at her conscience everytime Andrew came to mind throughout the night.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Watcher (Moyra and Desideratum)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desideratum</strong> on <strong>17-10-2008, 18:36:58</strong>
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				Despite the lonely feeling gnawing at him, Andrew was in a good mood as he unlocked his door and slipped into his apartment. The small apartment wasn't tidy, but it wasn't a dump either. He kept the garbages dumped, the dishes clean, and the floors vacuumed. If there were a few shirts and papers lying around, big deal. He cooked up a quick dinner--a can of soup heated on the stove--and took it to his table, pushing a navy t-shirt to the side and pulling out that stupid physics homework. He found his eyes tracing over his doodles from earlier that day as he thought, finger tracing over the sketch of the solemn visage of a mystical dragon. He sat in thought for a long time, a small frown on his face as his analytical mind tried to put everything together, tried to understand his place in everything. Tried to understand this girl Sara that had taken permanent occupancy in his thoughts after just a couple hours.<br><br>His eyes wandered and latched on the t-shirt he'd pushed aside, which was a deep maroon color. He gazed at it for a long time, studying it wordlessly. He needed to get his eyes checked. Lately he'd been noticing his vision was off; colors weren't looking right. He blinked a few times and poked at the shirt, but it remained its unnatural purple hue. His movement disrupted his papers, causing one to slide behind his desk and fall--he lost so much stuff behind his desk, it was like a black hole. With a sigh he stood up, grabbed the flashlight from on top of the fridge, and clicked it on. The bright spot of light it cast quickly faded and died before his eyes.<br><br>"Not again," he whispered in a growl, tapping the flashlight against the desk leg. This was the third time this week this flashlight had died with fresh batteries. What was going on? What were these strange things that had been cropping up around him? Subtle at first, they were beginning to grow more dramatic. He didn't know if they were just in his head or not. He set the flashlight on the desk and backed up a few steps, watching as the bulbs flickered and lit up again. Was he losing his mind? Hallucinating? Should he look for help? That would probably be better than the alternative, that he really did make flashlights die and colors change by his mere presence.<br><br>"Damnit," he cursed, grabbing the shirt that was now blood red and throwing it angrily across the room, watching in indignation as it faded back to its original blue in a second. "What the hell is going on!" He yelled at the shirt, knowing he probably looked completely insane and not caring in the slightest. He was a person that needed to understand things. He hungered for knowledge, for understanding. Things needed to make sense for him--and this made no sense. His life made no sense to him. He feared the worst. He was...different. He had always wanted to be special, but this? This was...wrong. He feared it was some kind of evil. And the worst part of it all was that he hadn't stoppped feeling alone since he dropped Sara off. So alone...<br><br>Suddenly not feeling up to tackling his homework, he went to his room to go to sleep early. Frightened, frustrated and lonely, he pulled out a pocket knife along the way. If he was hallucinating, maybe pain would snap him out of it. If he wasn't...then he deserved anything he inflicted on himself. He vanished into his room for the night, slamming the door as he unfolded the knife.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Watcher (Moyra and Desideratum)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ezraylia</strong> on <strong>17-10-2008, 23:59:54</strong>
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				Siori threw the cloth back into the sink, causing a huge splash to hit the back splash. <em>So that's what those things are good for...</em> she giggled to herself at the thought. She dropped onto the couch that had come with the place, landing with a thud, and watched the dust and dirt fly up into the air upon contact. Shuddering and the disgusting thoughts of mites and other human dirt, she got back up quickly, shaking herself off and swearing a quick end for the couch out the window when she had the energy. Her thoughts strayed to Andrew for the hundredth time that night. What had made him so introverted, so quiet? There had to be a past there, and she found herself wanting to find out for more reasons than the assignment. She was just flat out curious...<br><br>She had thankfully brought herself a sleeping back, a clean one, so that she had somewhere to sleep for the night. She stripped down to her black panties, and rolled out the sleeping bag on the floor she'd just scrubbed. Her skin itched from being in this form too long, and she grabbed the lotion she'd packed with her. She sat down on the bag, her knees up and put the lotion down. Grabbing a healthy amount, she started with her legs, massaging the lotion in till she felt soft and smooth again. She moved on to her arms, then her torso, using up a good amount of the lotion. She was going to have to buy more. But not now, she sighed and capped the lotion, climbing into the bag, zipping it up and getting comfortable. Her thoughts started to drift slowly to her sweet and quiet human and she smiled as she passed out.<br><br>------------<br><br>She woke up with a start, turning quickly to find the clock on the stove. She was late getting up. It was 6:30am which gave her 30 minutes to get ready and get to the school. The trip itself was a thirty minute walk, which meant she was running today. She launched herself out of the bag, the stupid thing clinging to her foot. She shook it off with a frown and raced to the bathroom. This had been the first room she'd cleaned last night. She'd known she was going to be sick this morning if she hadn't. She brushed out her hair quickly, the sheens of purples and blues a bit brighter today since she'd been back in the salty air for a few days now. Siori grabbed the toothpaste from the cabinet and squeezed out a bit onto the toothbrush, shuddering as she stuck it in her mouth. These things always made her feel sick. There had to be a better way of cleaning ones teeth. She rinsed and spit, dashing out of the bathroom and throwing on a slightly different black shirt, same basic idea as yesterdays, but todays was a tank top. Her clothing was remarkably all about the same. She liked black. It suited the blues and purples. Pulling on a knee length, black, lose fitting skirt and slipping into a pair of blue flip flops, she grabbed the keys and her bag, slinging it over her shoulder. She locked the door behind her as she came out into the hall, gagging slightly at the smell, and ran down the stairs. She checked her watch as she hit the street, figuring she had about 15 minutes to get there. She couldn't be late!
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Watcher (Moyra and Desideratum)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desideratum</strong> on <strong>19-10-2008, 00:33:19</strong>
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				Andrew's eyes slowly opened, and he stared up at his ceiling in the darkness. As his mind slowly emerged from the fog of sleep, his eyes burned and he broke out in a yawn. It felt like he hadn't slept at all. The events of the night seemed to be just a vague, distant memory--but the stinging in his arms as he rolled on his side to check his clock proved they weren't.<br><br><em>Four-thirty. Why can't you just be normal and get a decent night's sleep?</em> He sighed and fell onto his back, staring vacantly into space. After a few minutes, he realized it was hopeless and sleep wouldn't come, so he rolled over with more grumbles and sat up on the edge of his bed, rubbing his temples. Today he <em>really</em> wouldn't be able to focus in class. He bustled about his room, clicking on a light and flinching as his room lit up. He was kneeling to grab a pair of socks from his drawer when the light in the room suddenly faded and died, leaving him in darkness again. He let his forehead fall to his dresser with a thunk.<br><br>"You've got to be f..." his eyes squeezed shut and his jaw clenched, biting off the rest of that sentence, rolling his forehead on the dresser as he shook his head. This was rediculous. Was the universe trying to tell him he was some evil monster, or did it just enjoy fucking with him? He took his clothes in one hand and his backpack in the other, moving out of his room, choosing to ignore the phenomonon. His day didn't need to start like this. He could get dressed in the other room. As he left, he saw the light flash on again behind him and he shivered.<br><br>Tossing his clothes in a pile on the sofa in his living room, trying to stay out of view of the window, he stepped into his faded blue jeans and pulled them up. They were less loose than his usual clothes but not tight either. With that he pulled a black t-shirt over his head and--the crosshatch of angry red lines that covered his arms catching his eyes--he shrugged into a light sports jacket as well. Stepping into his favorite old sneakers, he made his way to the kitchen to make breakfast, watching the morning out his window. He took his time getting ready, since time was something he had this morning.<br><br>By the time he made his way out to his car, locking the door and jogging down the stairs of the apartment complex, the sun was beginning to peek it's glorious golden visage over the hills to the east, lighting the sky up in the flaming orange of dawn. The chilly streets were still quiet at this hour and he drove in peace. For a change no fog blanketed the coastal city, which meant it would probably be a nice warm day at the beach...<br><br>That's right, the beach! His stomach fluttered anxiously as he remembered his date with Sara. <em>Ha, date--right. More like a gesture of pity...</em> In any case, he'd have to run back here to pick up his swimming trunks after class. If she even remembered. If she was even serious. He pulled into the same lot as yesterday and parked near the same place, moving through the campus that was beginning to awaken for the day and bustle with activity.<br><br>It was about ten minutes before seven as he approached the tree they'd designated, and he saw no sign of Sara. Pressing his back to the rough bark, he let his body slide down to sit on his heels and wait. Hopefully the girl wasn't just an asshole that decided to mess with some pathetic loner to see if he'd really fall for it and come. He sighed and rested his head in his hands, elbows on his knees, yawning again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Watcher (Moyra and Desideratum)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ezraylia</strong> on <strong>19-10-2008, 02:58:31</strong>
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				Siori hadn't ran this hard in a very long time. The exercise felt good on her muscles and lungs, and the world was deliciously quiet at seven in the morning. Well, more quiet than in the full light of day, she reasoned. The few people lingering in the streets, whether they were on their way somewhere, or on their way back, had all stopped and stared as her slender frame dashed by. Whether they stared because she'd bumped into them or because she was a girl running full tilt down the street, her blue and purple hair streaming behind her, her skirt flared out and her flip flops making that annoying flip flop sound, she didn't know. She probably looked very eccentric to those people, racing about in the early hours of the day when all was usually peaceful. Passing a gap in the buildings she stopped abruptly, spotting the ocean. The sun was just peeking over the hills behind her and falling on the water, making it sparkle with an orange hue. Planted to the spot, she stared at the water for at least a full minute before shaking herself back down to earth, remembering that she had somewhere to be. <br><br>As she rounded the last corner before the school, she got a sinking feeling in her gut. Spotting the tree they were to meet at, she didn't see Andrew and was instantly reprimanding herself for her slip up. Slowing down to a walk at the discovery that he wasn't there, she kicked a few pebbles on the sidewalk, telling herself that maybe he'd had a bad start to the morning as well. Her reasoning ended up being right. He was slumped down on the ground on the other side of the tree, looking thoroughly dejected. Walking to the tree very quietly, barely making a sound, her heart sank a little bit with each step and with each plunge it took, her guilt level rose. Shaking her head lightly and refusing to dwell on those feelings, she coughed lightly, a squeak of a sound coming out of her throat to signal her presence. Taking the last few steps to the tree, she rounded it and stood in front of him. He still hadn't looked up and she started to wonder if he was asleep. "Andy?" she murmured quietly, dropping to her knees in the cool grass.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Watcher (Moyra and Desideratum)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desideratum</strong> on <strong>19-10-2008, 04:48:48</strong>
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				Amidst the steadily rising din of the awakening school, one soft voice chimed in his ears--a vaguely familiar voice that seemed to pull at him. Hearing that voice say his name--no, his nickname, as if they were already friends--immediately sparked that strange feeling in him. The feeling was like a spark of life in his misery, bringing a fuzzy warmth through him. He had only met this girl ysesterday, and this may have been the happiest he'd ever been to see someone. He lifted his head, his cheeks blushing faintly at the state she found him. He was about to come up with a reason for his dejected appearance, but seeing her right there in front of him, kneeling there with her striking purple eyes gazing at him with a worried expression, her sporty tanktop baring slender arms that rested on her thighs, black skirt flowing around her in the grass like a black flower, well-shaped knees peeking out from under it...Seeing it all at once left him speechless for several moments. He hadn't really realized how pretty she was. And she was really there. Not just there, but kneeling right in front of him as if worried. Was he dreaming? Was this girl actually interested in him? He felt warmed to his soul again and his mood was brightened, and they hadn't even spoken yet.<br><br>"Hey Sara," he said simply, the words sounding completely inadequate to express how he really felt to see her. His wide-eyed gaping stare, his warm eyes scanning over her with a fond hunger as if he'd missed her like crazy, his sheepish smile--hopefully they all made up for it. "Sorry, I was uh...so how are you doing?" he asked awkwardly, getting to his feet and offering her a hand to help her up. He wanted to comment on how pretty she looked, but unsure if that would be appropriate, he just smiled and started walking with her once she was up. The bell for 7am classes had rang a few minutes ago, so they'd probably be late. He didn't care in the least though; he didn't even care about the nightmarish days he'd been having. He hadn't realized how he'd missed this girl that was basically a stranger still. He couldn't stop looking sideways at her as they walked briskly toward the humanities building, shivering when their arms brushed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Watcher (Moyra and Desideratum)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ezraylia</strong> on <strong>19-10-2008, 06:34:04</strong>
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				Smiling brightly, but keeping her expression slightly worried as he looked up, she took note of the blush staining his cheeks. She had such trouble reading this sweet human sometimes. Was he embarrassed, was he nervous, was he enjoying the view, or was he all three? Siori kept smiling, watching him take all of her appearance in. A normal human girl would have been making comments about the length of his stares, but she found she rather enjoyed them. Not only did they help her plan along, it made her feel good to know that she was attractive to someone. She was actually a bit of a misfit in the dragon world since most male dragons were either intimidated by her, or thought her too quirky and as such she hadn't had much luck in the men department. Sighing internally, she let the good feelings this human gave her take over again, feeling herself warming, despite the chilly morning.<br><br>Taking the offered hand, and feeling that shock of heat again, she stood up, smoothing out her skirt, making sure there was no grass bits stuck to the back. "Umm, well actually I'm having a pretty bad morning. Woke up late and was worried about getting here on time. Thought if i didn't make it you might just give up on me," she laughed nervously at the end, for her worry had been real. "How about you, you don't look like you slept much. Had a bad night?" she said quietly with a hint of true concern. Now that they'd moved and stood, she could smell fresh blood, but she wasn't going to ask. Afterall, she barely knew him right? People you just met don't ask those kinds of things. She already felt like she'd known him for ages though, so it hadn't seemed like such a bad question at first. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Watcher (Moyra and Desideratum)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desideratum</strong> on <strong>20-10-2008, 00:49:24</strong>
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				"I'm sorry to hear that. This hasn't been your week, has it?" he said consolingly, reaching over to give her arm a squeeze, then flinching and jerking his hand away as if burned. Her arm, bared today by her sleeveless top, was soft and warm under his touch and seemed to send a small electric shock through his body as his fingers touched her skin, leaving him tingling and breathless. No one had ever done that to him with a mere touch. Despite his reserved, shy nature, he was an affectioate person and often expressed it before he could stop himself. It drove him crazy. He glanced sideways to make sure the touch hadn't offended her, and also eyed her curiously. The girl was coming off as a bit scatter-brained to Andrew, which clashed with his initial assessment of her. She seemed intelligent, quick, and he got the feeling there were many deep layers to her that he didn't even know about. Maybe it really had just been a bad week for her. "Is there anything I can do to help?"<br><br>They were making their way toward a towering stone building that looked quite old. The humanities building was one of the first constructed as part of the original campus and its old architecture, walls of ivy, and worn stone surface did not hide the fact. As he led them through corridors of the building, he made his way unconsciously toward the correct room number, having done so many times before. He felt like he should be saying something to the lovely woman beside him, but he had no idea what and knew he'd probably just make a fool of himself if he did. There were so many things he wanted to say and ask still, but unable to gather the courage for any of them, he walked wordlessly. When he reached the door he hesitated for a moment, gazing into her eyes, lips half-parted to speak. But all he ended up saying was, "After you," holding the door open for her.<br><br>Warm, stuffy air enveloped him as he followed her in, leaving him immediately uncomfortable as he usually was in classrooms. This one was a spacious room, one of the lecture halls, where classes of a couple hundred sat in rows and rows of movie-theater style seats on a slope that circled around a small stage where the professor stood giving his lecture in a microphone. The large room seemed to emphasize their entrance, and the professor gave them a quick, irritated look with pursed lips before going on with his lecture. Andrew made his way quickly into the isles that ran through the seats, spotting two empty chairs side by side and making his way for them. He wasn't sure if she wanted to sit by him or if she was still following him, but...he hoped. Many of the students glanced at them as they went by, and Andrew thought he saw several ogle at Sara a little bit, making him grit his teeth angrily. He sat down int he far of the two seats and looked up hopefully for Siori while listening with half an ear to the professor talk about a comparison of clothing styles of different areas and ethnicities.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Watcher (Moyra and Desideratum)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ezraylia</strong> on <strong>20-10-2008, 02:30:00</strong>
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				"Nope, it's just been one bad day after another, but it's looking up," she said quietly as she smiled. She'd felt it. She'd felt the slight touch as if it was a shock to her very soul. To make matters worse, she didn't understand it and her brain rattled on the whole time they walked. Her mind wondered if it was part of his power, as no one knew what that was yet. Part of her wondered if it was in her imagination. She shook that thought out of her head, that just wasn't possible. That shock was real. There was a tiny part of her that knew what it was, but she kept it quiet as long as possible until it broke free and her mind stopped. <em>Was she starting to actually like this human?</em> She closed her eyes for a split second, and pushed the thought away. <br><br>They entered a building that Siori was sure was older than her. She looked around at the worn stone and wondered if it would calapse on them. She'd never trusted the construction of humans. Her worry sliding away as she followed Andrew, she barely watched where they went. Her eyes focused intently on Andrew, she was still unnerved about that touch. Her brain let it tingle in the back of her mind, not letting her forget the conclusion it had come up with. Feeling his heat this close to her wasn't helping. She felt drawn to it, she wanted to smother herself in it. Her minds eye pictured her pulling him aside right now, in the middle of the hall and taking him in full view of the school and all it's contents. Her mouth opened and she sucked in a deep breath quietly, shocked at her own thoughts. Blinking a few times, she shook her head roughly and stopped, meeting his eyes.<br><br>He was holding the door, so she broke eye contact and slipped inside just to be shocked at the size of the room. It was like a music hall, rather than a classroom. Though the auditorium setup made sense once she thought about it. Larger classes meant they needed fewer professors. Fewer professors meant more salary not needing to be paid. Having her bitterness with the human race break through once again, she ignored the professors scathing look and followed Andy up the stairs, and into the seats. She took the seat next to him, and leaned over to whisper, "Wow, he's sure not impressed with us, is he?" she grinned and faced the front as if she hadn't said a word in case the irritated professor heard her. <br><br>Though she tried to listen to the old professor, she found she was very quickly bored and her thoughts drifted back to her human. Figuring she probably knew more about humanity than him anyways, she allowed her thoughts to linger there. Breathing in his scent, she tingled slightly at that sweet smell he had about him, until her nose filled with that fresh blood smell again. A frown crossed her face. What had he done last night...<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Watcher (Moyra and Desideratum)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desideratum</strong> on <strong>20-10-2008, 05:56:28</strong>
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				"No," he replied with a sheepish smile. "But that's the upside of huge classes like this; he has no idea who we are. We don't even have to have signed up for the class and we could probably get away with coming," he mused quietly without taking his eyes off the professor rambling on the stage. Quickly becoming bored as well, Andrew's eyes began to wander, inevitably coming to rest upon Siori. She had a glazed look on her face like she, too, was letting her thoughts wander. A small smile lit his face as his eyes wandered over her form, studying the sharp slopes of her creamy face, her contemplative, amethyst eyes, her graceful neck, sloping down to slim shoulders bared by her tanktop, which... He was at just the right angle to see deep into her shirt, his mouth suddenly feeling dry as he was once again teased by the sight of her breasts, surprisingly ample for her fit body, curving softly into the depths of her shirt, leaving him hungry for more, a warm need spreading through his body...he wanted to see more, to feel more, to taste...<br><br>What was he thinking? Berating himself for his stupid thoughts, he opened his notebook to distract himself with some doodling. He let his hand start moving of its own accord, feeling the paper, tracing the contours of the image in his mind. He had the sinister form of a dragon half sketched on his notes before he sighed and gave up. He couldn't focus with Sara's body so near he could feel the warmth of it, feel her leg brush his now and then, her arm, her hair, her breath. He looked sideways again and saw a worried expression on her face, her delicate nose crinkled. With a frown, he lost himself in studying her again, thinking. There was something strange about her, almost...foreign. But she looked perfectly normal. It was strange, and made him feel as if it was wrong, almost taboo, for him to be having the thoughts he was. Deciding he couldn't go any longer without trying to figure this girl out, he scratched a note on the paper with the sketch of the dragon on it in his surprisingly neat handwriting.<br><br><em>So what's your story? Why's a sweet girl like you following a loser like me around?</em><br><br>He hesitated before sliding the note onto her desk without looking. It was somewhat of a bold thing to say, but he had more courage with written words than he did with spoken. Pretending to focus on the speaker, he watched her out of the corner of his eye. When her leg touched his again, he didn't move it.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Watcher (Moyra and Desideratum)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ezraylia</strong> on <strong>20-10-2008, 06:59:27</strong>
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				It was all done on purpose, every move she made in his direction, every flick of her hair, every brush of the legs, even her leaning in such a way so that he couldn't resist the view, and it all worked. The problem was, it was working on her as well. Siori could feel his eyes drinking in her body, and it thrilled her. Her skin tingled when it came in contact with his, becoming warm and sensitive. Her assignment was becoming more and more enjoyable by the minute. That ugly pang of guilt crept up on her at one point during her performance, but she quickly tamped it down, reasoning with it slightly. She was obviously attracted to this human, so what was the harm? Frowning slightly, she looked out the corner of her eye at Andrew. Her thoughts managed to cloud over as he filled her mind again. <br><br>He had the deepest chocolate eyes she had ever seen which held that power to make her feel as if they were searching her soul. His arms were soft, warm and strong, his face kind yet closed off and hiding. She found herself wondering, not for the first time, what his life had been like up till now. She wanted to know more... everything about him. She wanted to taste all of his warm tingly skin, to feel it against hers. Her minds eye was playing tricks on her again, envisioning them twinned on a floor, their bodies creating even more heat as they writhed together. Her eyes snapped shut as she tried to shut off the movie her mind was making, and glanced in his direction, hoping he hadn't noticed her blush. Apparently he hadn't, he'd been busy scribbling notes down. <em>He was actually paying attention?</em> Frowning slightly, she started to shift away as he dropped the note on her desk. <br><br>Opening it, her whole body froze. It wasn't the words that did it as she hadn't even read them, it was the sketch of a dragon on the corner of the page. Hoping on the Elders lives that she had just found herself a human with a dragon fascination and not a human who knew what she was, she read the words and smiled softly. He was more bold than she thought, asking questions like these. Pulling a pencil out of her bag, she wrote back quickly, in a slightly messy handwriting:<br><br><em>Probably the same story you have. Never fit in much with anyone, always kind of a loner. Guys are either intimidated by me, or think I'm a freak. You simply seemed a bit more caring and understanding than most. What about you, why do you not seem to mind being seen with a freak? </em><br><br>She scribbled a little smiling face and a heart at the end, folding it back up and placing it back on his desk.&nbsp; She found herself actually nervous, waiting for his response. She was a little school girl. <em>If I had ever been a little school girl</em> she thought with a giggle.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Watcher (Moyra and Desideratum)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desideratum</strong> on <strong>20-10-2008, 20:42:12</strong>
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				Andrew was watching her reaction carefully, and he froze and frowned worriedly when she seemed to see something she didn't like. His mind raced with what it could be--had he said something wrong?--but the expression quickly passed and she was writing a reply. He watched her slender, deft hand spider over the paper and then drop it on his desk, and he took it into his lap and unfolded it. Before he could read it, though, the sound of the room's door opening caught his attention.<br><br>A petite young girl with blonde hair and shy blue eyes slipped in like a mouse, but the irritated professor caught it. Apparently she was the late student that broke the camel's back, as he rolled his eyes and sighed in exhasperation, interrupting his lecture. "Do you kids not have clocks?" he asked sarcastically, leaning on his podium to glower down at the girl. "What's your name? I'm marking you down for this. This is rediculous, you kids need to learn to respect your educations!"<br><br>"Sara," she said in a squeaky voice. "Sara Wilson. Sorry professor, I lost my schedule and couldn't find the room number," she chirped before darting into the crowd of students. The professor rolled his eyes again and scribbled something on a paper before resuming his lecture in a strained voice.<br><br>Andrew's reflective eyes moved to take it all in silently. Everything seemed to start connecting in his head. Sara's unfamiliarity with the campus, the general strange vibes he got from her, the special attention she seemed to be paying him. He didn't know what it all meant, but he would have given an arm to see that schedule of hers. If the last name on it was Wilson...he wouldn't know what to think. "What a coincidence, Sara," was all he whispered to Siori before looking in his lap to focus on her message, giving no outward indication he found anything suspicious. <em>If Sara's even your name...</em><br><br>His suspicions quickly faded to the back of his mind as he read her words though, a small smile growing on his lips as he thought about her. Her little smiley and heart at the end broadened his smile to a sheepish grin. He was beginning to realize just what the warm feelings he got when he looked at her and touched her were, and he had an overwhelming need to tell her, to talk to her about it...tactfully he took his pen and let it hover over the paper below her writing for a good thirty seconds while thinking of what to write before sliding it back to her, hand trembling just a little bit, butterflies in his stomach. He felt like he was in middle school, admitting a crush to someone. He let his hand brush hers as he gave her the folded up paper, producing an instant thrilled shiver. <em>What a dope...</em><br><br><em>You're not a freak. But there is something different about you that I find really interesting, almost mysterious. I want to know you better. You're really pretty, you're nice, you're fun, and...I like you a lot.</em><br><br>He rested his chin on his fists while waiting anxiously, focused on watching her out of the corner of his eye. After a moment he remembered to pay attention to the class, and when he did, he realized the professor wasn't talking anymore. All the students around him were hunched over their desks working on something. Feeling stupid for missing what he was supposed to be doing--this girl scrambled his thoughts like eggs!--he decided to pretend to be working as well, looking at his empty notebook. He picked up his pen only to drop it on the floor; when he bent to pick it up, his eyes inevitably latched onto Sara's smooth, soft leg right next to his face, sliding up it to her skirted thigh before blushing and looking away. He could smell the faint scent of some kind of lotion coming from her skin, giving him mental images that made him blush as he sat back up and pretended to get to work on whatever everyone was doing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Watcher (Moyra and Desideratum)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ezraylia</strong> on <strong>21-10-2008, 02:44:58</strong>
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				The door opening had startled her slightly, her head snapping towards the sound. She looked down the large hall to the bottom of the stairs and her whole body froze, keeping her eyes locked on the mouse of a girl that had walked in. <em>Why did that silly human have to make herself stand out!?</em> She frowned down on the girl, her eyes swirling a deep plum colour, but keeping a watchful eye on Andrew, lest he see her incredible displeasure. No doubt he'd heard the name and wondered and as his words floated into her ears, her fears were confirmed and she now realised she had to be extra cautious. Her human was far from stupid. "Must be a name cursed with bad direction I guess," she shrugged, the words coming out in a barely audible mumble. She leaned back into her seat, staring at her desk as her brain filled with the possibilities of this new turn of events, and what she would have to do to avoid them.<br><br>Her body and heart took control of her thoughts soon enough. They just kept going back to her human, the feel of him next to her was driving her blood to a boiling point that she could hardly control or ignore. His sweet and special scent was intoxicating to her. Her minds eye was teasing her again with thoughts of pulling him up out of the chair and dragging him out of the class to find some dark corner to shred his clothes in and tas- <br><br>Her internal movie stopped as she felt the shock and thrill of his hand on hers, then noticed the note placed back on her desk. Blinking away the movie still threatening to play, she quickly unfolded the note, scanning the page. Almost instantly her cheeks flushed and she smiled a silly grin. Her human liked her. That single thought filled her with such heat she thought she might burst into a ball of flame. Her hopes sank for a second, falling into an internal battle between her heart and mind once she realised that this had all been a game and he was supposed to like her. But her heart won that fight, telling her that she hadn't really been overly fake with him, and he was likely seeing the real her most of the time. Forgetting her warring halves, she pulled out the pencil again:<br><br><em>I give you full permission and free reign to ask me whatever you wish, since I find myself wanting to spill my life story at your feet. I find you the most fascinating creature I have ever met, and I don't even know you. But I'd like to know you, mainly because, as you so bluntly put it, I like you a lot. </em><br><br>She drew another of her hearts at the end of it, folded it back up and held onto it for a second. Taking a deep calming breath, she dropped it into his hand, her fingers lingering in his palm then lightly stroking it as her hand pulled away. If she had left her hand there any longer, she'd be out of the chair and creating that little movie her mind made for her. She kept her eye focuses on him, and watched with baited breath as he unfolded the note.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Watcher (Moyra and Desideratum)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desideratum</strong> on <strong>21-10-2008, 04:52:07</strong>
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				His palm tingled for several moments even after her fingers left it, heating his blood and speeding his heartrate up. The slight caress of her deft fingers had to be a good sign about whatever she wrote within. He unfolded the paper quickly, the class around him completely forgotten.<br><br>As his eyes hungrily read her words, a mixture of emotions ran through him. First, the way she wrote struck him as a little strange...something was odd about it, as though she were somehow foreign or different. It was also a very different tone than she'd been using on him, as if the words on that paper were the only things she said to him that weren't a facade. Then his eyes ran over those words, "I like you a lot," and his face heated up with stupid excitement. He felt her eyes on him, so he let himself smile in appreciation of her words. When he looked up, his eyes went straight to hers, gazing into those purple orbs with new understanding. Distrust and suspicion flittered naggingly around his consciousness, but he fought them away for now, enjoying the moment. He could talk to her later. <br><br><em>For now, a good start would be, what is your real name?</em><br><br>He stared at the words he wrote for a long time. Bold, yes, but there were certain to get a reaction out of her, maybe even show if she was really truly interested in him. But...what if she was offended? What if he was wrong? What if he was <em>right?</em> As stupid as it surely was, he didn't want to know the truth right now, he wanted to remain in ignorant bliss and ignore his suspicions. He crossed out the words thoroughly and wrote below them:<br><br><em>We can talk later. I'm really glad you like me too. Are you still up for the beach?</em><br><br>His words held suggestions and implications galore. He could only imagine and hope of what the trip to the beach with this amazing girl would be like.And hopefully, if he could gather the courage, they could have an honest conversation about some things.<br><br>Refusing to let himself hesitate, he subtly tossed the note on her desk near her distant hand, putting his down against her near one, the back of his hand shyly resting against hers as he watches her read his message.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Watcher (Moyra and Desideratum)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ezraylia</strong> on <strong>21-10-2008, 07:06:21</strong>
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				His face was really quite attractive when that blush showed up over to cover his cheeks. Siori couldn't take her eyes off him, watching him read and obviously enjoy her message. She actually felt glad that he liked it. Her nervousness waned with his reassuring smile, and when he looked into her eyes, she felt he was seeing her, not Sara. The bottomless depths of his mahogany eyes were reaching into her soul again, and she was helpless to stop them by this point. Her mission tingling in the back of her mind, she looked away when he finally broke the contact to scribble is own reply. Blinking a few times and thinking that she was getting in too deep, she tried to shut off the feelings she was starting to have about this human, but the would not disappear or even lessen. She realised she had to be careful. She was dangerously close to forgetting her mission, and that just wasn't done. There would be hell to pay if she failed.<br><br>Trying to keep that firmly in mind, her body betrayed her when the note plopped onto her desk, his hand resting against hers causing waves of heat to radiate up her arm. She quivered internally as she unfolded the note with great difficulty since she was unwilling to move her hand from his. <em>What had he scribbled out...?</em> she thought with a worry, planning to snatch the note before they left for the day so she could try and make it out while she was alone. She decided to ignore it for now, grabbing up her pen and scratching quickly:<br><em><br>Of course! I was thinking you'd forgot. We'll definitely talk, and figure that out when we're out of this stuffy classroom ok?</em><br><br>She drew her small happy face again, folded it and placed it on his desk, her arm lingering on top of his hand. She let it slide slowly away from his desk and rested it on her own. The part of her arm that touched his was burning slightly, and she loved it. Looking down at her watch, she realised the class was going to be over soon, and slight butterflies seemed to sprout wings in her belly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Watcher (Moyra and Desideratum)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desideratum</strong> on <strong>21-10-2008, 17:50:54</strong>
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				"Alright," the angsty little professor said, back at his podium, "pass the tests forward." Ah, so that's what they had been doing. He was normally a very good student, but Andrew couldn't get himself to care that he'd just completely skipped a test. His thoughts were filled with Sara, and it was a much more pleasant thing to be filled with. Busy dealing with people shoving stacks of tests at him from behind and passing them forward, he couldn't read her note at first. Once he did, he just nodded to her with a small smile in answer to what she wrote, a knowing twinkle in his eyes as they caressed hers.<br><br>Then the bell rang, and Andrew was shocked that the period was already over. The class erupted in a choatic bustle of people packing bags and pushing by each other as though every one of them was in some tremendous hurry. As if in his own happy world, Andrew took his time, sliding their note into his pocket and casually slinging his pack over his shoulder and standing, offering Siori a hand when she stood up. It felt good as they made their way through the din having her at his side, knowing what it probably looked like. Even if their being together was just an illusion, an embarrassed tingle of happiness ran through his body when they occasionally received a look from someone that suggested they viewed the two of them as a couple. Andrew felt stupid inside for loving it. He had to fight back the urge to find her hand with is and hold it. Hell, he had to fight the urge to push her against that wall, starting kissing her, rip at her cl... He winced and let those thoughts trail off, trying to shake them out of his head. What was he thinking? If this girl actually liked him, she likely wouldn't for much longer if she knew what was going through his head.<br><br>Once outside with her, he moved away from the noise of the doorway, looking back at her as he stopped at a railing under one of those arches that allowed a broad view of the campus below, sunlight streaming in and giving his muddy hair a fiery glow. It was quieter out here, and the cool air was so refreshing to him, he felt like he had come to life again; not only was it stuffy in the classroom, but sweat was beading on his forehead by the end of the period simply from sitting so close to Sara for so long.<br><br>As he leaned back against the railing and enjoyed the breeze rustling his hair, his eyes met Siori's and he smiled fondly. "Hey," he said, having to force his mind to think of more to say. He just wanted to stand there and stare at her forever. His eyes rested on her supple lips and he had to bite his to repress the urge that was building within him. He wanted her to stand closer, he wanted to feel her lips with his, he wanted...<em>I want what I can't have</em>, he thought bitterly. What had gotten into him? A girl had never been able to muddle his thoughts like this.<br><br>"So uh," he forced himself to think of what they needed to talk about, "I don't know about you, but I need to go back to my place and change. Do you want me to drop you off, then pick you up in half an hour or something? Or if you're already ready," his eyes wandered for a brief moment down her body as if trying to see through her clothes to a swimsuit beneath before returning to her face, "you can just wait at my place or in the car, it'll only take me a minute. Or whatever you want." Clenching his jaw and swallowing to get himself to shut up, he waited for her answer, studying her, fighting his need to touch her, to kiss her, to have her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Watcher (Moyra and Desideratum)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ezraylia</strong> on <strong>22-10-2008, 02:56:06</strong>
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				Siori giggled lightly at all the stares they were getting, though she couldn't quite understand it. They just looked like friends...or even lovers if one thought that far into it. And Siori was, a lot. In fact it was the only thing on her mind as she followed him out of the class automatically, without even noticing the bustle of the crowd, a crowd that would normally be causing her to shudder and shy away from all the humans. But they made it out of the class without her having an episode and flinging a human across the room since she was much too distracted by the heavy scent coming off of Andrew, the wiggle of his ass as they walked, and his weaving and ducking his way through the people. She was taking it all in, her body responding and becoming slightly warm and tingly.&nbsp; <br><br>She came up beside him and leaned out over the railing, her hands on the railing as well as her waist, and she took a deep breath to clear her lungs of that stuffy class air. Her toes started to lift off the ground as she balanced for a few seconds on the rail. She hated being inside, and hated being in giant rooms full of humans even more. It felt good to get outside and stretch out, though she let her toes touch back down onto the ground, not wanting to be pushed and fall by accident. She turned slightly, leaning her hip against the rail and studying Andrew. She could see a light fire burning in behind those eyes, but it quickly disappeared behind a minor frown that she doubted he even knew he wore. Such mysteries hid in those eyes...<br><br>She listened intently as his words poured out, though he seemed as if he was struggling. She watched his eyes travel, and feigned ignorance, enjoying his gaze on her.&nbsp; "Well, i didn't think about coming to class in my suit, though that would have made sense eh?" she laughed lightly. "Though, it won't take me long to change into it. I could always change while you wait, won't be more than five minutes, i promise. That is, if you don't mind...it would save a lot of time. Then i can wait for you while you get changed. It's only fair, right?" She grinned, though it was because her mind had conjured up an image of him stripping down to put on his trunks while she spoke. Her thoughts were against her, it was becoming increasingly difficult to keep her hands off him.&nbsp; <br>
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