O'raion Academy
O'raion Island => Oraion Carnival => Topic started by: Gregor Nye on October 12, 2012, 04:33:52 pm
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Gregor stood outside of the carnival, waiting for his date. He was wearing a plain white V-neck, and a pair of cargos. Yeah, it was a relaxing day for the both of them.
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A white cashmere sweater and the long sweeping grey skirt didn't prevent the No Moon from being utterly silent and stealthy. She approached from behind Gregor, standing on her toes to cover his eyes with a husky chuckle. "Hey, handsome. Got a date?"
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He turned around, smiling, as he puled Ely in for a hug.
"Nope. I'm all free. Which means that I get to take you out." He said, kissing her cheek softly.
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She laughed softly, hugging him back. "Yep, that ya do, darlin'." She slid her hand into his, looking up at him. "Your show, Gre. Take me wherever you want to go." She nuzzled her cheek against his arm affectionately, awaiting his lead.
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Gre smiled and took her to the ferris wheel. It is rumored that from the top, you can see the whole island. He helped Ely into the cart and sat beside her, smiling. He couldn't stop smiling. He actually had something planned for his date.
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Ely slid into the cart, her hand braced as she looked out the unbarred space and gazed at the people. She slid her other hand back into Gregor's, then looked aside at him. "You're very smiley this eve, sugar. Tell me about your plans for the evening." She laid her head on his shoulder, kicking her feet lazily.
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Gregror smiled and kissed her cheek.
"When we reach the top, I want you to shift to a raven, and we'll go for a fly. Hidden somewhere close, is a present that I've got for you before I left. I was going to give it to you before then, but... you know what happened, so I'm gonna give it to you, if you can find it." He said, as the ferris wheel reached the top.
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A brow arched slightly, Ely tucking a stray curl away from her face, before she nodded. "All right. To raven it is. Do I get any clues? Can I have 20 questions?" She asked sassily before she became the oily black corvid she often used.
She fluffed her feathers, then winged into the air smoothly, getting out of the way of the moving machine. She cawed at her mate, the raucous noise irritating to those not a raven. "I'll bet...it's on the beach." She said, starting the round of questioning. And resisting the urge to stupe and snag various foods from the carnival goers.
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Gregor cawed back, again, irritating to those non-ravens.
"How..How do you guess on the first try? I need to think of better hiding places." He said, nose diving towards the beach, then, he shifted to his favorite form, a cheetah.
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A cackling cacophony of sound erupted from the raven, obviously laughter from the No Moon. "Because it's one of your favorite places, Gre. I know you. I've known you for most of your life, and all of mine. If I couldn't guess after something like that, then what sort would I be?" She tucked her wings back and dove to the ground.
Once there, she took a rather surprising form. That of a doe. Then darted into the brush to make her way to the beach. Once she'd reached the shore, she waited patiently, knowing she'd have beaten Gregor there. Cheetahs had speed...over flatlands.
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Cheetah became buck, tall and brooding. He came out of the brush, with something shining on his antler. If she takes a closer look, the necklace (http://www.bradfordexchange.com/products/108913001_diamond-and-created-opal-engraved-pendant.html?cm_ven=GPS&cm_cat=Google%7CProductAds&cm_pla=&cm_ite=108913001&utm_source=GPS&utm_medium=Google%7CProductAds&utm_campaign=&utm_term=108913001) can be seen.
He reverted, and stood in front of Ely, a tear falling down his cheek.
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The doe stood still for a moment, large brown eyes that of something soft, helpless, and very breakable. She took to her knees with a sort of grace. Not a predatorial, sinuous movement, but that of something noble, careworn, and all too easy to destroy.
Still on her knees at Gregor's feet, she reverted to her own form. Those small boned and delicate hands reached for her hair, gathering it and exposing her neck. It's apparent that she waits for him to clasp the necklace around her neck. That small hand has taken a fine tremble over it.
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Gregor looked at her, and fell to his knees also. He didn't want to stand if she wasn't. He delicately put the necklace around her neck, and kisses her cheek. He takes a deep breath.
"Ely. I-I don't know where to begin... I guess, I'll start with my thanks. For everything. For staying strong. For forgiveness. For being my reason. For always being there. I know I still have to apologize to Elliot, and I will. I just needed to tell you first.
Another thing. I've come to a conclusion: I don't deserve you. At all. I left you, and broke every form of contact that we had, but you stayed strong. All the way through. My Ely. You've been there through it all. When you came in the house...I didn't expect it, bu- but.. I couldn't have been happier. Your my best friend. Now, look at me. At us. I don't want us to fall apart, but yet, I'm the main reason for doing so.
And, last but not least, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. For everything that I've ever done to you. I'm a madman, and I don't know how, but I somehow got this beautiful young girl to fall for me, and I ended up falling for her. Things get heavy, and I got a threat. I didn't want you hurt, so I left, and I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
After everything that we've been through, and everything that has been said and done, I couldn't be more upset with myself. Because I hurt you.
When we first met, I had no idea of what to expect, and I didn't think you would mean so much to me. You are the beginning, and the end, of every chapter. You are the best thing I never knew I needed.
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Elyana listened. She listened hard to everything he said. Some of it touched her. Some of it just seemed to echo through her head, like a litany of sins read off to be inspected. None of it managed to touch the cold, hard knot inside her. That place where all her resentment and hurt and blinding anger sat.
She lowered her head to his shoulder, stricken to silence, and unknowing of what should be said. Thank you? I understand? You should feel badly? Some part of her wanted to say all of those things and more, but no words came out.
Her nose turned to his neck, and she inhaled that scent she knew so well, so blindly. What grace could be given in a moment like this? Intelligent, clever, but not a Gibbous Moon. She knew no poetry to speak that might be worthy of that beat in time. Instead, her arms closed around him, and she burrowed, the cashmere soft against his skin. No sound. No speech from the usually glib tongue of the Trickster.
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Her response was met by his arms around her. He didn't want to say anything else. He didn't care if she didn't respond. He just wanted her. Without her, he was, quite literally, a lost puppy. His arms crept around her, and he shuddered a bit. He let his hair down, and he sniffled a bit.
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((I don't feel like switching the accounts. I is a lazy girl today.))
The two stayed that way for awhile. At no point does Elyana cry, but she continues to hold Gregor. He finds this odd from the girl he once knew. At one time, this would have turned her into a watering pot. Once, she'd been a very soft girl, in her way. Whatever softness that once existed had all but gone, at least in situations like this.
After long minutes of this, Ely lifted her head and said quietly, "I think it's time for you to take me on a proper date, sugar. I haven't had one of those." She said lightly. And wasn't that just another sin onthe list.
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Gregor nodded at Ely, his head low. He finally looked up at her, and helped her up. Then, they began to walk along the shore. He knew exactly where he was taking her. The walk was silent. A million things running through Gregor's head.
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Ely glanced at him every so often, as if scanning with her own sort of internal radar. She linked her fingers with his, and remained silent, as it seemed that was as he preferred it. And she was good at accomodating her mate in his needs. Curiosity ate at her to discover their next destination.
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Their next destination was their final, and he squeezed her hand as he held it, not really wanting to let go. He finally led her here. (http://oraionacademy.createaforum.com/silver-city/can-i-take-you-out(following-date-night-)/msg31985/#new)