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Post by adaline kaiya taylor on Dec 15, 2011 23:53:27 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 1053 ( TAGGED ) HANNAH/ICARUS ( STATUS ) COMPLETE the last few days had been hell. she'd be lying if she put it any other way. after all, she hadn't been left crying in a bar since....well, to be quite honest, she had never been left crying in a bar before and she was going to file that under her list of experiences she never, ever wanted to go through again. honestly, there was nothing more humiliating. the bartender had come back to ask her if she was okay and she had just gotten beer after beer after beer until she found herself in too high of spirits to cry anymore. mistake. she ended up calling noah drunk, alarming him when he realized she was actually in the middle of taking over open mic night when she called, and then he had shown up with another friend of his to take both her and her car back home to sober up. long story short? the next day had been spent recovering from a hangover and the day after, catching up on work. not exactly her very definition of fun, especially when all she wanted to do was think some more.
and she had a lot to think about, too. noah helped her sort through some of it when taking care of her the day of the hangover from hell and he had come to the conclusion that she was a complete and utter moron, but that was something she could figure out for herself. she wasn't a stupid girl by any means but what she was in the real world didn't matter when she was with icarus. because he was something else completely, something that transcended reality and made her into someone new, someone better, but someone vulnerable and someone stupid all at the same time. he was like an itch she couldn't scratch, a piece of her that just wouldn't go away, but in a less annoying way. she had spent the last two years of her life trying to forget him, trying to push away the pain and the memories. but it was not nearly as hellish as the two days she'd just spent trying to remember.
because that's what she did for a good majority of the time. when she allowed herself to space off, she occupied her thoughts with memories of icarus, old and new. the day they met. the day they became official. the day he asked her to come to america. the day he dumped her. the day earlier that week when she saw him again. she remembered each little change in his features, everything about him that differed from the icarus that she first met years ago back in australia. she replayed everything in her head, dissected it, trying to find some way to get over him or hate him or forget him but all it did was reinforce what they had told one another two nights ago. she loved him. she loved him before, she loved him now, and according to him, he still loved her. just not enough. never enough. of course not.
she was becoming a mess. not in the way others were, where it was visible. honestly, no one else but noah really knew that anything was wrong and even then she was able to fool her roommate a good majority of the time. but the guy was a theatrical piece of crap through and through and he noticed every little quiver, every shaky hand, every tear-filled glance, every slight change in emotion. he tried to steady her with romantic comedies but they just made things worse. he made her popcorn and that occupied her for a little while but while eating she always drifted off into thought and then it was hard to bring her back down to earth. he thought about trying again with alcohol but they both refused that. he didn't even suggest the gay bar though she probably would have taken that, too. anything to get her mind off icarus.
but he wasn't going to be shaken from her head. and she had to deal with that. noah, though, did not, and he made that very apparent when he gave her a hundred dollars and her car keys, picked out a 'pretty little outfit' for her to wear and kicked her out of the door, telling her to come back with a firm grip on her life or grab her overnight bag. always so understanding. but sadly, he was also right. she did need to get a grip. she couldn't let herself fall to pieces because all she wanted to do was sit around and mope about the past. she got closure. she got something of a normal conversation with icarus. he still loved her. weren't those all things to be happy about? it wouldn't be that hard to get a firm grip. all she needed was a good cup of coffee, some music, and some time alone. then she'd sort herself out. that would do it.
she found herself in hartford before long. it was a long drive, yeah, but starbucks was the only major coffee house in new haven and though she liked them well enough, they weren't her favorite place to go for coffee. her favorite place was pony expresso, stupid as the name was, and though the drive was a little ridiculous, it was very much worth it. when she needed a strong cup of coffee to keep her steady, there was no better place for her to go. she parked outside the cafe and pulled her ipod out of the glovebox of her car, putting in one earbud and turning on some soft acoustics to calm herself before she left the car. that would keep her steady enough to get in and order her coffee without even thinking about....well, she wasn't thinking about him, was she? no. no what she was doing was walking through the door. ordering. mouthing along to some jason mraz while she waited for her coffee. getting her order. fixing it up. sitting at a table. sipping it. tapping her foot to jack johnson. not thinking about icarus. not remembering. not forgetting. just spacing out, enjoying a nice cup of coffee and feeling the warmth spread throughout her entire body. eventually, her hands even stopped shaking.
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Post by icarus mcgregor koufidakis on Dec 16, 2011 1:40:05 GMT -5
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the walls, the walls are coming down, the here and now is comin' round - - - - - - icarus' last encounter with adaline hadn't gone so well, and it had been two days since he'd seen it her. it was a relief, as well as it was a disappointment. his streak of luck was gone. come on, though- he didn't expect to see the girl- who lived in new haven, not hartford- three days in a row, right? that just wasn't realistic. it happened to be a coincidence that they ran into each other at that orgy club for gays, just like the night after that had been a coincidence. still, though, he was kind of upset that he may never be that lucky again. after all, he had just gotten used to seeing her face again- that beautiful, amazing, goddess-like face of hers, that did wonders to his mood. just seeing it brightened his day. maybe what followed that wasn't as great, as the past two days had just been a lot of painful words and suffering, and not really conversations but more awkward, quiet arguments (for icarus, at least) followed by more pain and suffering. it was only natural for him to not be stressing over it, right? it should be been. it was a one time thing- okay, two time thing, and icarus would be damned if it ever happened again. miracles, as far as he knew, didn't happen to just anybody- why did icarus deserve one?
besides, he'd survive if he never saw her from this point on. yeah, he'd be thoroughly upset, and maybe there would be a few more days of pining and suffering, but what was the difference between that and what he had been doing for the past two years? besides the time period, there was really nothing. he'd go back to grieiving for a couple of days for every minute of every hour, maybe skip one or two days of work, and then it'd go back to the normal routine grieving whenever he saw or heard something that would take him back to a memory that he had with adaline. he was used to that, and as far as he knew, he could handle that much. in fact, as much as he wanted to see adaline, he didn't think he'd really be able to take one of those sappy conversations that they'd had the past two times. it was just too much stress for him, it made him upset and sad and nostalgic. did icarus really want that? no. he wanted to be happy again, the same as he was before he saw adaline that monday night. if there was any way that adaline could be in his life and he could be happy, he'd jump on that boat. but as far as he was concerned, right now there wasn't. could that change in the future? sure. maybe there would be a time were he could still see adaline without all the awkwardness and nostalgic feelings, whether that be as a friend or a step higher, maybe even eventually to that point that they were at before icarus' selfish feelings got in the mix, even though icarus doubted that. for that to happen though? he'd have to see her again, and what were the chances of that ever happening again? slim- very, very slim.
after tuesday night, he pulled himself together. he went to work the next day, enduring the minor headache that he had gottent he night before. he still had his student teacher control the class wednesday, but he was back to business when thursday came around. hell, he even shaved his whole face for the first time in a long time! it was like, seeing adaline had changed him. it inspired him to be better. he still liked the whole facial thing, but it was tim for a change. besides, he'd been told he looked better cleanly shaven.
when school ended at around three o'clock for the students, his shift kept going until about five pm. he wasn't through with grading papers, so he stuffed a stack along with his laptop designated just for work into his leather messagenger back and left what he liked to call his personal hell. it's not like he wanted to be a biology teacher. he wanted to be doing something in the paeleontology field, but after he and and adaline broke up, things in his career went downhill. he stopped trying. it was like he didn't care anymore. that changed after about a year, when he got the job he currently had and realized what a mistake he had made. in more ways than one, too- leaving adaline and abandoning his paleontology field. both were things that he loved, things that he couldn't live without. being a teacher never meant anything to him, so that? that he could live without.
it took about fifteen minutes to get to his destination, and that was one of his favorite stops for coffee- pony espresso. ridiculous name, true, and the decor was just as cheesy, but it had great coffee nonetheless. he pulled his leather bag's long strap up onto his neck and he left his car. it was pretty empty, today, and that was exactly what icarus liked to see. he wasn't very patient, and he did something that could be considered the adult's equivalent to a child's "peepee dance." "uh, just a tall black coffee, thanks," he said and paid for what he ordered. he waited the two minutes it too to make his drink, and as he did, he noticed a familiar head of blonde hair. you're kidding me, right? this had to be a joke. if there was a god, he was just being cruel now. there was no way in hell... no, he recognized adaline anywhere, even just the back of her head, and that was in fact adaline. it's okay. calm down. you've got another chance. make it work this time, and don't be sappy. be happy, fun icarus that she likes- that she liked. "thanks," he said to the worker, barely acknowledging them as he took his coffee. there was no time to be a coward, so instead of chickening out, he made his way over to her table. "now this is just silly. should i be worried about about my well-being?" he smiled fully for the first time since he'd seen her, it felt like. "can i sit here?" he asked. he didn't wait for an answer before he seated himself across from her. be calm, icarus. maybe she'll fall for you charm all over again... or maybe not.
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Post by adaline kaiya taylor on Dec 16, 2011 15:59:11 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 987 ( TAGGED ) HANNAH/ICARUS ( STATUS ) COMPLETE honestly, jack johnson deserved some kind of award. well, a special kind of award anyway. like the nobel peace prize. honestly, adaline thought that if everyone in the world listened to jack johnson for at least an hour every day, there would be no war, no fights, no suffering. everyone would just get the idea that they should kick back and relax with some good food and their family, and then the world would just fall into this eternal state of calm. there was no music more soothing and honestly she didn't know why neither she or noah came up with the idea of lying in bed listening to jack johnson as a form of personal therapy for her. she'd be willing to do it, it'd put her in a better mood, and it didn't cost anything as both of them had his entire discography both physically and electronically on their ipods. some songs brought back memories - it happened from time to time, even with her favorite artists - but they weren't bad. they were pleasant and that was what she needed. something pleasant.
sitting in a coffee shop with her favorite house blend and her favorite musical artist? totally counted as something pleasant. she turned up the volume slowly, adjusting to it and crossing her legs beneath the table. if only she could stay there all day. she would, without question. she felt bad, leaving noah home alone after he had such a long day at work, but she supposed that sometimes he needed it. he'd just had one of his advance drama classes write scripts to perform to get in the hang of stage fighting and he was in the process of editing, a process that adaline often interrupted to talk about feelings and emotions and other things that her roommate only actually had when he was on stage. he was probably happy to be rid of her, knowing that she was somewhere having fun. though with the money he had thrown at her, she had a feeling that he hadn't expected her to end up in a coffeeshop with ninety three dollars still left in her pocket. but it didn't matter. as long as she had the money to spend on more coffee and treats, they wouldn't kick her out and noah wouldn't question where she went if she spent it all. it was a win-win situation and staying there all day or for the rest of her life was looking more and more like a pleasant option.
the door opened and brought in a cool breeze and addie pulled her coat tighter around her, shivering slightly as she went through trying to find a new song to listen to. she didn't even pay attention to who walked in - why should she? she wasn't there to socialize - and instead just sipped on her coffee and set her ipod down. she wished she had brought a book to read or at least a newspaper or sudoku book to occupy her hands. then she wouldn't feel so odd, sitting there by herself. instead she just played idly with the loose strings on her scarf, pulling it down and fixing it and then reaching to pick up her ipod. then she'd set the mp3 player down on the table again and tap her fingers against her leg. maybe not thinking about icarus wasn't going to be so easy. she couldn't even focus on nothing without getting bored. at least she had jack johnson, though. he kept her from getting too annoyed with herself.
and then as if by magic, icarus appeared before her eyes. she started and then blinked, staring up at him. this was some kind of weird hallucination right? some kind of misery-induced mirage. or whoever made her coffee had drugged her - yeah, definitely drugged her. because there was no way, absolutely no way in hell that she and icarus had run into one another again this week. but her vision of her ex wasn't going away. he was still there every time her eyelids opened, smiling that same old smile of his, and then before she could even register what was happening, he had taken the seat across from her. yeah, okay. this was some drug. maybe it was acid. she'd heard that when people are tripping on acid oftentimes whatever's in their mind will come to haunt them. sure it usually comes in a variety of different ways to make them end up damaging themselves somehow but it could come as some schizophrenic hallucination too, right? right?
okay, who was she kidding? she wasn't drugged. but icarus really was there. he really had said something. he really had taken the seat across from her. it was almost a little too much to take in and she blinked at him for a few more seconds before uttering an eloquent, "uh...." yeah. smooth. she had to say something else. "yeah i don't mind if you...i mean you already did but, uhm..." she pulled out her earbud, laughing almost nervously to herself before looking up at him and smiling. "you shaved! i mean...no that's not what i meant to say, what i meant was...i mean...hi." she pressed paused on her ipod, placing her headphones down next to it on the table. honestly - what were the odds of this happening? what were the fucking odds? "i'm just...wow this is a....yeah...i mean again and..." she shook her head, clearing her thoughts before looking up and saying, "how are you?" it was the only thing she was able to get out that didn't make her sound like a bumbling idiot, and she stopped talking before anything worse could come out. but honestly, it wasn't fair of him to surprise her, popping out of nowhere and smiling and looking so damn cute in that dress shirt and tie.
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Post by icarus mcgregor koufidakis on Dec 16, 2011 18:52:32 GMT -5
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the walls, the walls are coming down, the here and now is comin' round - - - - - - "uh... yeah i don't mind if you... i mean you already did but, uhm..." how could icarus had ever dumped that? he could he ever look her in the face like he was now and tell her things just weren't working out? he must have been a god damn idiot back then, because she was just so... so god damn cute. even when she couldn't put words together because she was so shocked to see him, she was adorable. hell, especially right now. and then she laughed. she laughed and she smiled, and she either hadn't done that since they'd bumped into each other or he just wasn't paying attention. it felt good to hear that again and to look up and see a grin on her face. after two years, it wasn't good. it was amazing. "you shaved! i mean...no that's not what i meant to say, what i meant was...i mean...hi." he laughed softly again, but didn't let his eyes wander away from her face. he did shave, and while he could say that he had shaved because students were giving him shit about it, that wasn't why he had done it. he woke up wednesday morning and felt like if adaline were there, she'd like him more. obviously that wouldn't be the case, as she loved him whether he had a mountain man beard, a goatee, or he was cleanly shaven, but still- maybe, just maybe she'd enjoy seeing his face without any extra hair. apparently, she did.
"i'm just... wow this is a... yeah... i mean again and..." yeah, right? she didn't have to tell him again. this was by no way him trying to stalk her. although seeing as though he lived in hartford now, and he was almost positive that she stayed in new haven, it would be the other way around, right? why was it all happening, now? why not a month ago, a year ago, a day after they broke up? after they split, they didn't see each other even one day after. he had got his stuff while she wasn't there, and he had immediately went apartment shopping in hartford. they had never made any effort to see or even talk to one another after that, so that explains why they'd disappeared off of each other's radars after they broke up, but why all of a sudden were they seeing each other day after day after day, when they only had bumped into each other monday, four days ago? it was insane. either fate really did exist or... or there wasn't any explanation for it. how else was he supposed to explain why they were seeing so much of each other without even trying? he couldn't, because he didn't know the answer. he believed that dinosaurs really walked the planet, he believed in life forms on mars, and he was absolutely certain that a world of star wars existed somewhere in a galaxy far, far away, but he didn't believe in fate. but... if fate wasn't real... what else could be making them run into each other so often?
"yeah, i thought it was time. i think my face needs a break from the goatee for a while. besides," he paused to take a sip of his coffee, cringing not only from the heat of the black coffee, but that it was so strong. "it feels nice. does it look nice?" maybe asking for her opinion wasn't the most appropriate thing for an ex-boyfriend to ask an ex-girlfriend, but icarus had already made it clear that he didn't care. he didn't want to be known as her ex-boyfriend, and he certainly didn't want to be the ex-boyfriend- but there was nothing he could really do about that, now was there? "and i know... three times already. crazy right? but," he started rolling the cup between his palms, "i do live in hartford now. i have a reason to be here." he winked, flashing another grin. "i'm really good. really, really good, actually. i cleared my mind a bit. i stopped here to grade some papers," he motioned with a finger towards his leather bag that he had set on the table as well, "but i don't think that's gonna happen... how about you, ada? how are you doing?"
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Post by adaline kaiya taylor on Dec 16, 2011 20:20:28 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 635 ( TAGGED ) HANNAH/ICARUS ( STATUS ) COMPLETE ugh why did he have to be so damn attractive? it might be easier for her to shake herself out of her love induced stupor if he were less attractive. then again, no matter what he looked like, she had a feeling that she'd still have the same reaction seeing him so....bright. it improved his already perfect face to see him in a much better mood than she had the last few times she had encountered him and if anything it just made him all the more captivating. with his face clean-shaven, too, she could see more of the man that she had fell in love with three years ago. he had been clean shaven then too and she bit down on her lip lightly as she surveyed his face. honestly he should be forbidden to wear dress clothes. an enhanced wardrobe mixed with him just being...well, icarus made for the most unfair surprise attack in the entire world. it was a miracle that she remembered how to breathe.
maybe she was just growing steadily more immune to him. after all, it was the third time she'd seen him that week, as he was so keen to point out. it really was strange. before, she never saw him at all. and now...now he was everywhere. it just reinforced her theory that she and him probably saw one another quite often on a regular basis but were so focused on forgetting the other existed that they just didn't notice. it was possible. she'd read things similar, and if both were lost in thought it would make it that much easier to ignore they were there. after all, if he hadn't approached her, she wouldn't have known he was in the coffee shop. if she hadn't gone up to him in the bar and had instead turned around and left then he never would have seen her there either. they just...missed each other before but now it was like he was everywhere. and she wasn't stalking him, and as far as she knew, he wasn't stalking her. it was just....chance. or maybe it was fate. to be honest she wasn't sure which was more likely to be true anymore.
she surveyed his face again when he asked if his clean shaven face looked good. what was he playing at here? "it looks very nice," she said, making the 'okay' symbol with her fingers. "quite handsome in fact." she could at least tell him the truth, right? and be friendly? and make conversation....there was nothing bad about that. it wasn't weird. and there was nothing wrong with telling her ex-boyfriend that he looked handsome when he so obviously did. it was just being honest; it didn't mean anything beyond that. right? she felt her grin turn into something of a smirk when he mentioned that he at least had an excuse to be in hartford. yeah, okay, so she drove a long while to get there. but honestly, had he ever had starbucks' coffee in comparison to pony expresso's? if he had, then he'd drive the half an hour to get it too. "i've always been a fan of pony expresso, darling. quite worth the drive to get it." her eyes flickered over to the bag that he pointed out. "if you need to get work done, don't let me distract you," she said, not really thinking about what she was saying. "work's always more important than little ol' me." she bit her lip again. "i've been..." well she definitely wasn't going to say the whole truth answering that. it would take the conversation south. "...decent enough. getting back to work helped my mood actually. i'm just here now because noah kicked me out. so that he could grade papers, ironically enough."
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Post by icarus mcgregor koufidakis on Dec 17, 2011 1:32:11 GMT -5
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the walls, the walls are coming down, the here and now is comin' round - - - - - - "it looks very nice. quite handsome in fact." when icarus had asked that, it had been sort of a joke, but a serious one at the same time. he wanted her to answer, because he was curious to see what her answer was. adaline wasn't a rude person. he didn't think she had one rude cell or bone in her body, so obviously she wasn't going to tell him that would insult his appearance. however, not answering because it was an inappropriate question for a person to ask their ex-girlfriend was a different story. if she had ignored the question because she was in fact his ex-girlfriend and for some people, complimenting an ex-signifcant other could be difficult, especially on their appearance, it would have made sense, not because she was rude. so, yeah, he was pleased with her answer. he was overwhlemed with happy feelings and emotions that gave him chills and butterflies. stupid, right? it was one stupid answer to one stupid question, and she could have been just saying that he was handsome because she didn't want to demoralize him. still, though, it was nice to hear that she thought he looked good, especially after all that pining and suffering he'd been experiencing these past few days. there was just one more question that icarus had, and that was for himself. would it be wrong to tell her that she looked good as well? one would think that it was common manners, so why wouldn't it be okay? it was like when someone complimented you on facebook. you answer back with a yeah, so do you even if one doesn't mean it. the difference between that scenario and icarus', though? he actually meant it.
"if you need to get wor done, don't let me distract you." please, as if he could focus on grading a bunch of bratty sophomore's papers now that he was sitting across from adaline. he didn't know when he would see her next, and for some reason, asking for her phone number right now just didn't seem right to him. maybe after accidentally bumping into each other a fourth or fifth time, he could come up with some lame pick up line like maybe you should give me your number so we can run into each other on purpose. he had to spend his time with her wisely. afterall, this could be the last day he'd ever see her- he highly doubted that, though. "i'm just here now because noah kicked me out. so that he could grade papers, ironically enough." so, she lived with the gay dude. she might have said that monday night, but it could have slipped his mind. he wasn't all there that night, anyway. the shock and bewilderment of running into her and the way she had just left him there caused him to forget a couple of things, and retreat to the bar. thank god that morgan had decided not to drink that night, or they would have been up a creek without a paddle. hey, though, as long as she was living with a homosexual and not a straight man, he had no worries.
"thanks, darlin'," he winked again, "it was certainly a hit with my female students. you look good, too. have i told you that yet?" so he decided that it was an okay thing to do. it wouldn't hurt anyone. all it was was a compliment, and as long as she didn't start tearing up again, they could keep having a semi-normal conversation. "i can do this later. i don't have that many, anyway. i got most of them done at work," he said, meaning the papers that needed grading. it was somewhat of a fib. he hadn't of got most of them done at work. in fact, he hadn't got any. he wouldn't tell her that, though. besides, he could always shove everything he didn't finish onto his aide. he paused for another moment of silence, looking at the coffee cup before he glanced back her way. "adaline, i... i miss you. just... talking to you. i miss it, and i miss you, and..." he looked away from her again, laughing to hide his embarassment. he didn't just say that did he? he raised a hand and ran it through his short hair, as he looked back up at her, grinning to disguise how much he regretted the mistake that he had just made. "i just turned this conversation sour, didn't i?" he said, followed by another small chuckle.
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Post by adaline kaiya taylor on Dec 17, 2011 13:55:46 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 664 ( TAGGED ) HANNAH/ICARUS ( STATUS ) COMPLETE why did he have to do that? all that winking and talking and existing and being so...icarus? it honestly made her just want to blush and giggle like she was a schoolgirl again and blushing and giggling were two things that adaline rarely if ever did. but he just had that effect on her. a compliment from icarus meant a world more than a compliment from anyone else, and him aiming all of his attention at her was more nerve wracking than getting up in front of a bar full of strangers and making an absolute moron of herself. because he wasn't people that she would never see again; he wasn't someone who was only around her when she just had a few drinks inside of her. he was...he was icarus koufidakis, damn it. he knew her inside and out and that was absolutely terrifying and it exposed him to all the vulnerable parts of her that she didn't even know existed until he found them. he was the only person alive who could turn her to goo with compliments and fill her stomach with butterflies with a simple wink. it was pathetic, honestly, but when had she ever not been pathetic for icarus? he'd had her from the moment they met - hook, line, and sinker.
"you haven't yet, believe it or not," she grinned, playing it off as good-naturedly as she could. if she didn't act like it phased her, he would never know, right? she took another sip of coffee. right. she was done with what had happened the last time she'd spoken to him. no more crying and no more getting angry and just no more awkwardness. the most awkward she'd ever been with him was in this past week and she had come to find that she didn't like it. there was too much crying and contemplating and getting annoyed and not enough laughing or smiling or just having a good time. she was determined to keep it that way now. "thank you, though. for the compliment. i've been trying my damnedest." she glanced again at the bag he'd gestured at before, not entirely sure if she believed him. but she didn't want to challenge him on it - if he said he didn't have to grade his papers then odds are he didn't. and she wasn't going to turn the conversation in a poor direction just to encourage him to leave. she didn't want either one of those things to happen. so instead she took another sip of coffee to occupy her mouth.
however, icarus apparently didn't have the same tight hold on his mouth that she did. he was soon sputtering something about missing her again and she could suddenly taste the bitter coffee beneath the insane amount of sugar she usually mixed into her cups. why did that always have to happen? but at his next question, she couldn't help but try to push past the bitter feelings. she wasn't letting this conversation turn sour. she absolutely, one hundred percent refused to. so instead of a raised eyebrow or smirk or look of distaste, she instead gave him a smile and a laugh that someone could make a strong case for calling a giggle. like she was flattered instead of angry. which she was - flattered. again, no lying; just the truth. just the happy, happy, not bitter truth. "if you're trying to turn it sour, icarus, it isn't going to work," she said with a cheeky grin. "i'm not going to let you get away with that this time." her expression did get a bit more somber during her pause, though, and she soon added, "i missed you too, though. truly. seeing you again is probably the best thing to happen this week." she smiled again and laughed nervously. "and you're not allowed to say that i made the conversation sour now, because i let you get away with it. fair is fair."
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Post by icarus mcgregor koufidakis on Dec 18, 2011 1:17:00 GMT -5
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the walls, the walls are coming down, the here and now is comin' round - - - - - - "you haven't yet, believe it or not," she said and he laughed. he was surprised he hadn't told her when he first approached her how good she looked. she always looked good. even the first moment they had met, she looked amazing. unfortunately, he couldn't say the same for himself. he had helmet hair, and while he still had his charming, perfect smile, his hair made him more goofy than he really was. thinking back, he'd been like that the whole time they were together. it gradually got shorter, but it wasn't until icarus and she had broken up that he actually got rid of all of it. his hair had always made animal shapes while they were dating, and hers had always.... it always looked perfect. she always looked perfect. it was one of the great things about adaline, upon many others. "thank you, though. for the compliment. i've been trying my damnedest." that was hard to believe. when they were together, she'd roll out of bed and look like she was ready to walk down the cat walk. she was just that amazing. he had honestly never seen such a beautiful girl, but then again, that could have been mister over-the-moon-in-love icarus that was talking. then again, he really doubted it. she was a natural beauty, and one that icarus had let get away. he practically a human sacrifice to thank the heavens when he found out no one had snatched her up. if things went right, and if he could regain her trust, then maybe, just maybe, he'd be doing some snatching up of his own.
"if you're trying to turn it sour, icarus, it isn't going to work. i'm not going to let you get away with that this time." her smile made him smile. it was contagious. with a larger one than hers, relief spread through his body. for some reason, he had thought she was going to agree with him, tell him that maybe she should go and it would just be better if he had ignored her from this day on, because being friends just wasn't working. for a second, he kind of agreed with that scenario. being friends wasn't working, because as hard as he tried, he'd always have that longing feeling for her, that one that brought back all the pain and grieving. the one that turned happy icarus into downer, depressed icarus that would rather go to a bar and get drunk until he just didn't care about anything. right now, though, he was making it work. all doubts washed away and he went back to the icarus that believed that everything would go his way, because right now, it was.
"i missed you too, though. truly. seeing you again is probably the best thing to happen this week. and you're not allowed to say that i made the conversation sour now, because i let you get away with it. fair is fair." and that's when he really smiled. not just any smile, though. the one that crinkled his nose and made his eyes sort of squinty. the one that he had been told made him look like a child, but a child that was completely irresistible. "i don't see how i missed that. you always look beautiful," that didn't cross the boundaries of just friends, did it? he didn't think so. he was just stating the obvious. what he was about to do, though? this might have been crossing the line. "anyway, i hope you don't think this is too sudden," he paused- that sounded like something you'd ask before you ask someone you barely know on a date, "and weird, seeing as..." he didn't have to explain that part. he cleared his throat to avoid any awkward conversation. "there's this staff christmas party that the staff team does every year, and i'm new and honestly, i hate all but one of my co-workers," it was true, too. that one co-worker was morgan, his lifesaver. "but i like you. so, if your beautiful self would escort me, i'd really owe you. i know it's a lot to ask, but..." he retreated to a shrug of the shoulders and that sweet, adorable crinkle-nosed smile of his.
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