&& THIS IS ALL I CAN TAKE || tagged: hannah/icarus

[adaline kaiya taylor]

[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 ) 616 ( TAGGED ) HANNAH/ICARUS ( STATUS ) COMPLETE she began to feel her cheeks turn red and immediately cursed herself. no she was not going to blush because he called her beautiful. she got called beautiful all the time and it never once made her blush - ever. instead she laughed it off or rolled her eyes because to be honest she'd rather be a thousand and one things before beautiful. like smart or comforting or open or kind or something like that, something that went past her appearance. but ever the exception, she didn't even feel the need to look away from her ex when he complimented her. just the desire to blush which she absolutely refused to give into (but her body didn't - she could almost feel the red tinge on her cheeks and mentally cursed herself once more). she wasn't going to lie and act like she didn't know she was beautiful; it was sort of a hard thing to ignore after twenty-four years of being told as such. but it didn't make it any easier to hear and she found herself biting down on her lip to hide a wide, goofy smile. and then....then wait - had he just....? did that really...? she was back to blinking at him, not quite sure what to make of his final request. it wasn't...certainly it wasn't a date, right? that'd be a little bold. but even inviting her to a staff christmas party was...well wasn't it a little overkill? after all, they were...well yeah, he mentioned that. sort of. well she assumed that was what he meant, and since there was nothing else he could have meant...well obviously he knew that what he was doing was a little out of the blue. and a little sort of slightly inappropriate. but somehow she found herself feeling...flattered. flattered that he'd ask her even if it was a little soon, flattered that he'd risk the rejection by just throwing it out there, flattered that he even considered taking her around his co-workers. it was just a business party and it was possible he was just trying to keep up appearances because she was a pretty girl (noah did it, mainly to appease parents who weren't big on gays). but icarus wasn't like that; she didn't think so anyway. "i uhm," she said, brow furrowing slightly as she played with her coffee cup. how exactly did she go about responding to that? "wow, i'm flattered, icarus, really." and she was. it was just...well it was an awkward situation. she could either say yes and have noah hate her for the night and risk putting herself in a situation that could be date-like with her ex-boyfriend. or she could say no and possibly shut down all further advances and keep them from ever advancing as a pair, which might be best for her if she were being completely honest. it was a matter of head versus heart, logic versus feeling. logically, she should say no. that's what most people would do in this situation, right? say that they broke up for a season and move on. but somehow...she couldn't. not when he was smiling that cute, adorable smile of his, the kind that made his nose crinkle, the kind that turned her heart into jelly and made her weak in the knees. "is this like a formal event or...?" she continued with a hint of a smile. "i mean i don't want to be overdressed or anything. when we go." then she gave him a real, full smile and drank more of her coffee to hide it, as if they were just making casual plans. yeah. no big deal. i just want them married can they be married now

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by maroon 5

[icarus mcgregor koufidakis]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; height: 600px; background-image: url(http://i39.tinypic.com/2v9vuc9.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius:100px 100px 100px 100px; border: 3px solid #ffffff;] the walls, the walls are coming down, the here and now is comin' round - - - - - - OP THIS IS WHAT HE'S WEARING, OP ONCE AGAIN, ITS THE LAST POST IDGAF when she started stuttering, icarus immediately regretted asking her. he knew it- it was too sudden. it was inappropriate and fast and ridiculous, and ever thinking that she'd let him off that easy? he was a fool. he was close to calling the request off and saving himself from being embarrassed. it'd be easy- he'd just tell her he understood that it was too much. he'd find someone else, when he really probably wouldn't go at all if adaline said no. it may have been silly, but he honestly didn't think he could brave that kind of party without someone he liked by his side. sure, he could find someone- anyone- else to go with him, but... but adaline was someone he knew, and he really knew her, and she was someone that knew him back. he was an open book to her. she knew almost everything about him, and going to a party with a bunch of people he hated would be a breeze if she were to accompany him. he was beginning to open his mouth to speak, but then she responded. "is this like a formal event or...?" she continued with a hint of a smile. "i mean i don't want to be overdressed or anything. when we go." here it came. he could feel that same crinkle nosed grin coming on, and he just about jumped out of his seat from the joy radiating from him. he could run a mile, he was so excited. he would just about adopt an african child because he was so happy. he was almost positive that she'd turn down his request. he wouldn't blame her if she did either, because even he had to admit that it was a bit brave of him to ask something like that. after what he had done to her? hell, if the situation was reversed and he was in her place, he would have rejected it. she was a nice person, though, and now that he thought about it, was she just saying yes because she didn't want to be rude or did she really want to? then again, she wasn't that nice. "i'm wearing a suit, so i'm assuming it's pretty formal," he said, grinning. as much as he hated to, when icarus glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, he realized that he had to go. how convenient, right? as soon as he got the balls to ask her out on a date, that wasn't actually a date, but was at the same time, he had to go home and grade stupid papers. he'd just tell her the truth, and maybe that would flatter her enough she wouldn't get mad. "i really hate to do this," he paused, "i gotta go. i lied. i have a shit load of papers to grade. the only reason i stayed," he paused again, realizing he had barely even touched his coffee as he rolled the cup between his palms. "was because i wanted to talk to you. i don't wanna waste an opportunity. speaking of opportunities, i should probably get your number," he laughed pulling his bag towards him as he prepared to rise from his seat. they exchanged numbers, and said their goodbyes, and icarus would be lying if he said that he didn't walk out of pony espresso feeling like the luckiest man ever. there can be only one mikey! of caution 2.0

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