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Post by bright óla ivanova on Feb 16, 2010 23:33:31 GMT -5
MIDAS IS KING AND HE HOLDS ME SO TIGHT
AND TURNS ME TO GOLD IN THE SUNLIGHTAlec sat for a moment longer than she had, his dark eyes sweeping the cinema, likening her initial reaction to the new light and sound, but he looked more startled. Perhaps she had moved too fast in rising, but he had yet to complain of any heart attack symptoms, she she seemed to be in the clear for now. Alec stood, his usual grace absent for a moment, but the motion seemed still as lovely as if he had rose with heart breaking fluidity. Alec was apparently one of those people who could pull off anything, do anything without the usual standard of poise, and still be considered lovely, though it was an unusual feat for his perfect composure to leave him. Generally, he was lithe, mercurial but sinuous, making stumbling, clumsy oafs of everyone around him. Her mouth curved at her last thought, seeing the flaw in it. 'One of those people'. Alec wasn't one of those people, no matter what that group of people might be. He was beyond being banded together with any other human being, no matter how lovely or clever. It currently struck her that only group Alec belonged to was a one only he occupied, a congregation with no name, reserved solely for the ethereal, the god like. As far as Bright could see, Alec was the only person worthy to deign such a group with his presence, though even then, he probably exceeded the bill of that particular group. Alec's voice was suddenly in her mind. You exceed the bill. Her eyes shut momentarily, the electricity running its fingers down her spine, pooling at the small of her back.
His lips, those glorious dusky lips, pressed to hers a moment earlier, parted, his voice escaping. Of course. Husky, dryer than usual, from lack of speech she assumed, but his all the same. At once she noticed his accent, it was ever present, but on those two words it seemed to linger in a particularly heavy manner. She stole a glance, watching him speak, watched as his lips parted and closed again. If it hadn't been her here, it might have seemed bizarre how his simple reply, the small movement of his mouth had fascinated her so. But it was her here, and nothing seemed bizarre when she looked at him, when she was near him. It seemed right, perfectly balanced, nothing out of place. Let's get going. there was his accent again. Why hadn't she ever paid more attention to that? Alec had been educated, for the most part, in France, and so she just took him as having the accent. Nothing special, his accent was simply different, as was hers, but as he spoke it seemed so musical, so soft and yet such an appealing sound that she didn't want him to stop speaking. Bright's own accent wasn't native to the place in which she lived. Russian, but her voice was soft, a kind of mezzo lilt that didn't deliver the usual throaty curvature intrinsically associated with that accent. She had heard herself speak, heard plenty of accents, she was familiar with the diversity in which voices and intonation came, but Alec's own voice seemed to startle her. It was like some perfect harmony, every tone heavenly, every gentle vowel and rolled word belonging to an angelic language that only he knew.
His hand made for her shoulder, taking the same path it did every time they rose at the end of a film, and yet it stopped, turning to simply gesture and then drop back to Alec's side. For a moment, she was stuck, bemused. It was only an instant physically, her legs began to saunter forward, but her mind reeled. Perhaps in the light of it all, when they weren't caught in that brief moment, Bright was just Bright again. The girl who lived next door, his awkward but kind best friend. Her eyes stayed cast to the floor, surely such an indescribable moment didn't come from being caught up, it had to span from feelings, from currents and fields that were uncontrollable, that forced you to act upon them. Their meeting had seemed almost magnetic, like some unseen force was guiding them together, taking hold of them and moving them when their minds became too weak and over-whelmed to do it themselves. And yet still, that notion stayed in her mind, quiet, patient, but not ready to give up just yet. To Bright, that short space of time was irreplaceable, so heartbreakingly perfect that nothing would be changed if she was able, but what did she know? She was vastly inexperienced compared to her companion. For all she knew, Alec stirred that feeling in all the girls he had kissed, he might move his hand along their jaw as he did hers, weave his fingers into their hair. The thought made her feel slightly ill, a nervous pull in her stomach. Bright stopped, reaching the end of the isle faster than she had meant to, and turned, waiting for him to catch up to her. Her expression was as composed as she could manage, but it couldn't hide the dejected set of her mouth, and vacant expression in her eyes.
She looked at him as he meandered towards her, immaculately disheveled with a graceful lope. A faint smile tugged at the corners of her lips. Even if her sole purpose for this evening had been to amuse Alec, to occupy his lips for a moment, he was still Alec. Still the young man who she felt comfortable and happy enough around to spend the years since their first meeting with him. Even if he did now find such a moment to be a mistake, she couldn't be angry with him. Heart broken, empty, but not angry. Most others she knew (well, the others who weren't his adoring fans) managed to be angry with him just fine. He did have a tendency from time to time to be a jerk, but it was impossible for her to be angry with him. If there was never another moment like that for Bright, she would simply have to cling for the one she had for dear life, and smile patiently while Alec ravished the remaining females in Santa Ria whom he had yet to entice. She had watched him do just that for years, only now did she realise how much it made her heart ache. He neared her and she smiled, the expression forced, but as gentile as she could manage. "Could we get hot chocolate?" she ventured, her voice gentle, weak, but hopeful. She doubted that Alec would actually order a hot chocolate, it was most likely on the very long list of things that would negatively effect his body in some way, but he never seemed to mind that she did. Bright's diet was scarce and what she did eat wasn't particularly healthy, but it worked for her. "Its only early..." and if we don't talk about what just happened I'm going to go crazy. She told Alec most everything, but not every thought that entered head also escaped her lips. Not this time, anyway.
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Post by alecsander lee devere on Feb 18, 2010 17:45:38 GMT -5
a l l . t h e . o d d s . a r e . i n . m y . f a v o u r s o m e t h i n g ' s . b o u n d . t o . b e g i n [/font][/size][/color] There was the smallest moment of hesitation between them, just as his hand was coming down. It was only a split second, but Alec could feel it. The electricity in the air, as though both of them were being held static by some invisible current. The same current that was jolting Alec's heart into beating faster than a hummingbird's. But the moment was, as all moments were, eventually gone, with Bright's movement. The light, somewhat bouncy gait that she had showed through even in the first few steps she took. Alec watched her as she went for just a second, before noticing that she had made it to the aisle and turned around to wait for him. Alec offered a quick, awkward smile, before setting off after her, his feet crunching through the thick layer of popcorn underneath him. It was, of course, incredibly disgusting, but at this point in time, Alec didn't much care.
He was quite thrown by the whole experience, quite thrown indeed. It was something of a specialty of his, creating seemingly perfect moments for girls. It had always been so easy for him, with his good genetics, money, and manners to have girls falling at his feet. Fabricate a romantic enough scene for them, and they could never tell that it was just that - a fabrication. But those girls had obviously never experienced something like this. They would have known the difference. It was one of the most honest feelings Alec had ever had in his life. No one could recreate it, or even begin to mimic it. As he neared, Bright, Alec kept his eyes focused on hers, searching for something in those crystal-blue depths that might indicate that she felt the same way.
If someone had told him months ago that this was where he and Bright would end up, after sharing a breathtaking moment and a single, sweet kiss, he would probably have denounced them as insane. His and Bright's relationship wasn't like that, he would have said. They were friends. Good ones, but still only friends. Hell, she might as well have been a boy, or he, a girl, for how platonic their relationship was. But things had, quite obviously changed. As Alec came to a stop in front of Bright, he was feeling grossly ashamed of himself. She had been there all along - his dorky, quiet friend. His confidante. Always hiding underneath bulky sweaters and formless t-shirts, jeans, scuffed-up sneakers. He'd never hid any flings with girls from Bright before. In fact, he was rather sure that he'd mentioned a few in her presence before, as though she were just one of the guys who would clap him on the back and make congratulatory remarks.
How could he have been so blind? Alec tried to justify himself, tell himself that Bright never made a move either, never even dropped any hints, but he knew that this wasn't something that involved blame, and it definitely wasn't his place to go shoving it off to other people. But deep down, and although he'd never admit to it, Alec knew - this wasn't him looking for a good lay, or a pretty, popular girl content with nothing more than hanging off his arm for a week or two. This was what fate had decided for him. This was Bright - an intelligent, funny, honest, gorgeous girl who was always there for him, who was always true. Who was always his. Alec had never thought of Bright that way before, but somehow he felt that it had a ring of truth to it. Bright was his friend, his person. And now...well, he'd probably have to talk things over with Bright first.
Alec realized that Bright was speaking, and immediately tuned in to the soft cadence of her voice. The Russian accent wasn't too strong, but it did give her voice a certain rich tone. Every subtle detail, from the way she pronounced her 'e's, her hard 'c's. It wasn't the guttural, growly voice that such an accent often produced. Bright's voice was, in a way, strangely melodic. The gentle rise and fall of her tone, so much like the swelling waves of the Pacific that lapped gently against the Californian shore.And in a way, he supposed, Bright was like the ocean. Calm at times, but still wild and free. Utterly breathtaking - an immeasurably force of nature. That was Bright.
And they needed to talk, he knew. Such an...event could never be properly understood unless they sat down somewhere and discussed it. "Of course," he murmured, nodding his head the tiniest fraction. This time, Alec actually did reach for her shoulder and make it to his target. Even through her sweater, Alec could feel the lack of warmth upon contact. A hot chocolate was probably what she needed. He doubted it would do much to elevate her core temperature, but it might make her feel better. With his hand on her shoulder, Alec led Bright in silence out of the cinema and out into the street.
It was later and the sky was nearing black in colour, but it was still early enough that they didn't have to be back at the academy for a while. In fact, if they returned now, they'd likely have nothing to do for the next few hours, which would make things increasingly awkward. Alec inhaled the crisp, sweet air, standing for a moment on the sidewalk. Eventually, he led Bright down a block or two - still remaining totally silent - until they reached a small café on the corner. It definitely wasn't his first choice, but he knew that Bright wouldn't feel overly uncomfortable here. It was one of those places that served good quality products for an affordable price. Of course, Alec preferred the kind of place that served exceptional food and drink with prices that reflected the quality.
Alec had first visited 'Chez Flaviana' with an old girlfriend - well, not girlfriend, really, since their relationship had lasted but two weeks, if that - and he'd initially been a bit put off by the name, but as cafés went, it was rather decent. And close to the cinema, too. Alec held the door open for Bright, gesturing for her to enter. "After you, Bright?" There was a tiny tremor in his voice. Barely noticeable, really, but the reason why he hadn't spoken the entire walk over. Alec was nervous. Nervous, because he knew that he would have to speak now. He would have to discuss what had just happened. Not that he was trying to deny it - Alec wasn't sure if he was actually capable of that - but because he was scared for what Bright had to say. He had never in his life received the 'let's be friends' speech. Bright, though....she had been a lot of firsts for him. Alec could only pray that that wasn't one of them.
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Post by bright óla ivanova on Feb 18, 2010 20:01:11 GMT -5
MIDAS IS KING AND HE HOLDS ME SO TIGHT
AND TURNS ME TO GOLD IN THE SUNLIGHTThe lights had reached their brightest, the dim light of their best attempt casting an ambient glow about the now more or less vacant cinema. It was an amiable sort of glow, warm, soft, providing no more light than was needed to find one's way to the exit. Bright had been to a few various cinemas, but she had yet to encounter any sconces that shone any brighter. In any case, she liked it. Her smile dwindled, settling into an amicably soft expression, not overtly happy, more content. The azure colour of her eyes seemed softer in this light, more steely, though for the moment, the own eyes couldn't have been of less importance. She watched, the fascination on her face threatening to break through. As an awkward smile crept onto the boy's face, an amused one found it's way onto hers. He had stood longer than her, remaining static as she had made for the centre isle leading to the door. Now, she was waiting for him, and his mind had seemingly just realized this. Bright laughed softly, almost noiselessly as his right foot made to walk, the delicate crunch of the popcorn under the soles of his probably insanely expensive shoes filling the silence. She had no doubt that Alec would hate that, that it would bother him more than it had her, but he seemed too internally occupied with something else for his face to translate any annoyance. It was enough to make Bright wonder just what exactly had dragged him away from commenting on the popcorn under-foot, and she prayed that he wasn't thinking of the easiest way to let her down.
As he neared, her blue eyes found his dark ones, lighting up a little as agreed to her idea. It wasn't unusual for him to do such a thing, and Bright could think of no proper reason why he shouldn't this time, but it still mixed some strange emotion inside of her. Hope, most probably. Though she had never been in this position with Alec before, this glorious, inexplicable, euphoric position, she assumed that, if he wanted to, he would be hoping for a quick get away after letting her down. She doubted that he would want to stick around, it didn't seem like a fun thing to do. Of course, Bright had as much of an idea as the guy at the concessions stand did about airplane mechanics, but there was a chance. A chance didn't sound all that certain in her head, but it seemed to give her solace, if only a small amount. Alec a step or two from her current position, she made to turn, her step jarring slightly as she felt his hand on his shoulder, the heavenly warmth seeping into her cold bones. It was such a casual touch, a touch she had felt many countless times, and yet the electric current in her veins seemed to pool around his finger tips, a hub of energy. Bright felt foolish that such a small gesture could alight such fire within her, but she was wholly unable to extinguish it. It burned regardless, raging wherever he touched her, spreading and enveloping her so completely that all she could do was submit to the flames and allow herself to feel it. It was unfamiliar, unfamiliar, but now essential.
Alec was silent as he lead her away from their seats, but his hand remained on her shoulder. Crossing the lobby, her eyes flickered, not sure where to look. Bright had never been in such a situation, she had no clue about the proper etiquette, and even if she had, she doubted she would be able to execute it correctly. Looking down seemed the best option. The automatic doors swung out-wards on their approach, relieving the warm, dry air of the cinema instantaneously, replacing it with the cool, still air of the night. The sky had grown darker, any hint of blue almost escaped from the vast expanse, but it wasn't too late yet, early enough to visit another destination and get back to school without being berated for missing curfew. That wasn't something she had ever done much. Not that she aimed to keep a perfectly clean slate, she just rarely had a need to be out so late on a school evening. Bright sauntered slowly, Alec at her side with his graceful, lithe step, his hand still grazing her shoulder. The skin there felt so sensitive, even through her cardigan. Their journey to the coffee shop lasted only one or two blocks, but it stretched out, entirely silent. She was completely unaware of the reasoning, and could justify the silence with both the outcome she needed, and the one she was dreading. Essentially, she was blind, totally unaware of what might happen next. Still, Bright felt like she did, and she too was silent. That fact gave her some hope, some courage to keep walking with him, to not turn and run and save herself the embarrassment.
Alec was in the lead, Bright had been ambling along beside him for the entirety of their short journey, unaware of their destination aside from that it served hot chocolate. Alec favoured quality, and so Bright tried to remember where the nearest Starbucks was situated, but as she struggled to think, Alec stopped, opening the door of a small, cosy coffee shop with a fairly ambiguous name. She looked at him momentarily, giving a start and nodding dumbly as he prompted her, making her way inside. Her steps were small, quick as she neared the counter, "A small hot chocolate, please." she murmured, her voice weaker than she could ever remember hearing it. Her hands clasped in front of her as she waited for Alec, nerves had came all at once, gripping her chest so tightly that it made her gasp. The silence had been leading up to something and they were here now. She knew as well as he might that their visit to this place wasn't solely to sip hot chocolate, and now she would have to face whatever the outcome was. The kind faced woman behind the counter broke Bright's stupor, informing her that she would bring the drinks over when they were ready. Inhaling sharply, clawing for more oxygen to calm her mind, she made her way to the back of the room, placing herself snugly against the arm rest of a low, soft couch. She felt so small.
As Alec settled himself fluidly onto the chair, she looked up at him from under her lashes, entirely vulnerable. She was a child, pushed into a deep pool and told to swim. Bright was helpless, clueless, her head barely above water, gasping for breath, fighting to stay afloat. A corner of her mind told her not to panic, that she was getting the hang of it, but the rest of her brain was in a state of terror. Her breath escaped her lips audibly, a desperate attempt to calm herself. The concern in her eyes was hidden for a moment as she dropped her gaze to her hands, folded in her lap. She was shaking, not the tiny tremor she had felt in Alec's hand in the cinema, but a kind of visible nervousness that had even reached her limbs. "Alec." she ventured, her voice so small. "What..." was there a correct was of asking what all that meant? If there was, she didn't know it. "What was that?" she eventually managed. Her usual eloquence had escaped her, but there was honesty and fear in it's place.
notes sorryyyy! -dies- words one two six two song twentysomething - jamie cullum lyrics florence and the machine[/size][/font][/blockquote]
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Post by alecsander lee devere on Feb 20, 2010 17:12:18 GMT -5
a l l . t h e . o d d s . a r e . i n . m y . f a v o u r s o m e t h i n g ' s . b o u n d . t o . b e g i n [/font][/size][/color] Alec's eyes followed Bright as she slipped in through the door he held open for her. Even in such a simple action as walking past him, Bright had managed to mesmerize him yet again. Would she ever really cease to do that for him? To make his heart lurch so suddenly, so violently? He could feel the prickle of the cool night air across his skin. It wasn't cold - this was California, so uncomfortably-low temperatures were next to impossible - but it was enough to raise goosebumps along his skin. Or perhaps that was Bright. And indeed, the girl was quite like the chill night air. She moved with a flawless grace that reminded him of air currents - always in movement, swirling, intangible. She also took his breath away, the same way cold, crisp, harsh air robbed the air from his lungs, made it difficult for him to breathe. But Bright was a pleasant form of not-breathing. She made it feel like bliss. Alec cleared his throat quietly, realizing that Bright had already entered. He hastily shuffled in behind her, carefully pulling the door closed so that it didn't slam and disturb the cafés patrons. It was the sort of thing he himself couldn't stand, and so it only stood to reason that he show the same sort of respect towards others.
He stood a moment by the door as Bright made her way over to the counter, taking quick, almost scared, steps. Alec's eyes quickly scanned around the café, although it wasn't any different since the last time he had come. The occupants of the coffee shop were mostly the later crowd - men and women in suits winding down after a day of hard work; couples holding hands. Alec found himself skimming his eyes over the latter of those two groups. They could be found all over the small café, from the very back, where several were nestled together in corners, right up to the front, by the window, upon which were forming beads of condensation, blurring the view of the street outside. It then struck him how warm it was in here. Humid. Cloying, almost. Alec took a deep breath, inhaling the coffee-scented air, that also held underlying hints of mint and cinnamon. It was a comforting aroma. Alec hesitated to say that it smelt like 'home', because for him, the place where he had lived for his infancy and where his parents currently resided was first of all, not home, and secondly, never smelled remotely like food of any sort. There was always a faint hint of rare orchid tainted by the smell of antiseptic. So this café - with an unfortunate name, he had to admit - smelled of comfort. Of calm. Pure and simple.
He eventually made his way over to the counter, where he offered the woman behind the counter - the proprietor of the café and, surprisingly enough, not named Flaviana - a gentle smile. "And a chamomile tea for myself, please." If anything, he needed to be calm right now. The discussion that they were surely about to have would be important, and Alec knew that he would kill himself later if he messed things up due to nerves. Chamomile tea wasn't the most manly of drinks, but at least it was soothing. And good for you as well, he supposed. Alec followed Bright over to the back of the room, eyes cast towards the frosted-glass scones providing the pale yellow light for the small café. He settled himself into a chair as Bright dropped herself into a low couch. Alec couldn't keep his eyes off of her - her small form, already bundled in that large cardigan of hers, was dwarfed even further by the plush couch.
Alec was shocked to realize that she was trembling. And not just the excited sort of trembling, but the scared kind of trembling. Alec's eyes widened and he unconsciously curled his fingers tighter around the arm of his chair. Was she scared of him? It was unthinkable. Maybe...maybe things had happened too fast. Maybe Bright didn't want their relationship to take this path. Yet it had been she that had kissed him. Maybe she was regretting it. Maybe she had been thinking he was someone else. The maybes flew through his head, making his heart beat rapidly in his chest until he was sure that it would burst. And then she spoke, and it was like slivers of ice piercing through him. All rational thought flew from his head. Maybe she was wishing that things hadn't happened the way they had. Alec didn't know how to respond. He held his lips parted just ever-so-slightly while his mind remained a void. Perhaps Bright thought that they'd never work. But it was important to let her know that he didn't think so.
"You kissed me."
The words slipped from his mouth like water through fingers. He spoke with a quiet, even tone, but it was cut clearly through the low hum of the café. In the back as they were, no one else was close enough to disturb them. Not that they could have, anyway. Alec's eyes were boring into Bright's sky-blue orbs, unable to look away. He was already feeling anxious. There were, of course, so many things that could go right with this conversation - this inevitable conversation - that they were now having, but at the same time, so many more could go wrong. And that could be disastrous. Alec wasn't sure if he could live with himself if this was the last time he could ever have a moment with Bright. He opened his mouth to speak again, but no sound emerged. What could he say? Words were...terrifying. They were insufficient to convey his meaning. But...he had to try. There were so many more misunderstandings without speaking. "I...Bright...thank you." His mind was numb. Alec felt as though if he tried to think, that the whole process would just backfire on him. It was amazing, how Bright could bring about such feelings in him. It was alarming, that she'd managed to do it so many times within such a short span of time. And he hoped that she'd be doing it in the future. But Alec was scared. And he was scared because right now, things with Bright were uncertain for the first time since he had met her. In fact, it wasn't just scary. It was like an icy hand was gripping his heart. If he lost Bright, especially now after what had happened...Alec couldn't even fathom what he'd feel then.
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Post by bright óla ivanova on Feb 20, 2010 18:51:57 GMT -5
MIDAS IS KING AND HE HOLDS ME SO TIGHT
AND TURNS ME TO GOLD IN THE SUNLIGHTThe faint sound as Alec made contact with the seat next to the couch she was perched on made her raise her head, just a fraction, looking at him momentarily, her vision partially impaired from the soft wave of blonde that had fallen in her face. The curtain in front of her face probably should have been shifted by a slight movement of her hand, but she couldn't bring herself to move it just yet, it was protecting her. That was a strange though. Bright accepted that she needed protecting from some things, from things that sounded frightening but the doubted she would ever encounter. Things like murderers, even the ghost she was convinced lived in her toy chest as a child. They had always been things that posed a threat, that made her feel nervous or vulnerable. It seemed such a strange thing to think that that thin veil was protecting her from the very person that would probably protect her, should he need to. Alec had never seemed to be something she needed to be guarded from, yet he was. At present, she felt vulnerable, anxious, scared. A kind of vague nausea rolled in her stomach, cause by him. She knew that. He had never evoked any of these feelings in her, not the unquestionably euphoric ones from earlier, nor this hideous anxiety that riddled her now. She felt so blind to the things that had once been so certain and without question that it was all she could do to stay sitting in the chair near by him as she was. Every nerve screamed at her to run before something happened to make these emotions worse.
The silence after she had spoke was a blessing, or a curse, she couldn't tell which. She never wanted it to end, she didn't want to hear what Alec had to say to her. She was almost certain by now that his reply would be to kindly explain that their friendship was better left the way it was that she didn't want to hear it. Bright knew what was in his mind already, but hearing him say it, hearing that perfectly pure voice speak the words she was dreading would hurt that much more. And still, the silence killed her, crippling her. It seemed to roll on for an age, stretching with no sign of breaking any time soon. The same lurch in her chest seemed to apply to both him vocalizing his feelings, and his lack of speech. There was no possible way she could see for him to relieve the agony inside her. Of course, her mind had managed to completely ignore the possibility of this angel saying the words she longed to hear, but she had managed to overlook that. And then he spoke, the sound was so lovely, but it made her cringe. You kissed me. the words only made her cringe more. What did that mean? That wasn't I love you. and it wasn't I think it would be better if we never spoke again. Ever. She was clueless. It didn't sound horribly heart breaking, but it definitely wasn't positive. He managed to give the only answer which could have brought about utter confusion when she was in such a vulnerable state. Perfect. Gingerly, she tucked her hair in front of her face behind her ear and looked up at him.
"You kissed me back..." was her only response, her voice, a tone so unfamiliar to her throughout her life, though so in this night, it was as if every word that escaped her lips sounded as those ones had. Bright couldn't recall ever feeling such a sickening mix of emotions at once, it clearly translated in her voice. A soft click interrupted her thoughts as the woman from behind the counter, drinks in hand, made her way over. There was a cheery air about her, but as she eyes roamed over Bright's totally solemn expression, she gave a kind of apologetic nod and left with a gentle "Here you go." Though she felt somewhat embarrassed that the tension was so tangible, she was thankful for the momentary distraction. It calmed her, though only slightly, her hands still shook as they had before. Silent for a moment, she reluctantly returned her gaze to Alec. It wasn't that she didn't want to look at him, the perfectly carved features, somehow serene and mesmerizing, even in light of the current situation, were enough to take her breath away for a good long time, it was just that every time she was mesmerized, the thought of him not wanting her hurt even more. And it always invariably came after she looked at him in such a way. Though she wasn't expecting it, he spoke again, his words less decisive this time, more hesitant. I...Bright...Thankyou. Though she didn't mean for it to, her face went blank, gazing up into his dark eyes with total, complete bemusement.
Thankyou? What for? She wasn't sure if her mind was hazy, but nothing that came from his mouth seemed to be making any sense to her at all. Her lips parted marginally, shutting again only to repeat the process. Thankyou for not freaking out, perhaps? That was most likely it. "I'm sorry..." she ventured, her voice a little thick. Her hands clasped and unclasped in her lap, nervous. "I didn't mean to... I know I shouldn't." she sounded like an idiot, totally inarticulate, but her plan was to apologize enough and salvage what she could. She doubted he would want to speak to her much after this, but at least she could hope for pleasantries. She opened her mouth to speak again, but no words came. Bringing a hand to her forehead, her delicate features moved into a frustrated expression, despair, perhaps. There was a prickling sensation in her eyes, the tears that wanted to come out burning. No she bit down on her lip, hard. Don't cry. You'll look even more of an idiot. After a long moments silence, she slowly let her gaze wander back up, meeting Alec's. She was struck, for a moment, by the intensity of his eyes, before she just about managed to collect herself. "At least it gives you practice for the other ones, right?..." she added, a weak smile on her face. She felt suffocated, as if some invisible grip was locked around her throat. Rightly or wrongly, she felt so utterly pathetic at that moment that all she wanted was to leave and be able to cry in peace, without any fear that she would make a fool of herself. Of course, that wasn't possible, so for now, she contented herself with holding the hot mug of chocolate, too warm for her hands. It burned her skin, the sensation far from pleasant, but it took her mind away from tearing up. notes bahah words one one four three song don't bring flowers after i'm dead - erik hassle lyrics florence and the machine[/size][/font][/blockquote]
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Post by alecsander lee devere on Feb 20, 2010 23:22:32 GMT -5
a l l . t h e . o d d s . a r e . i n . m y . f a v o u r s o m e t h i n g ' s . b o u n d . t o . b e g i n [/font][/size][/color] Alec's fingers seemed to have gripped the arm of his chair so tightly that they had fused in together with the dark wood. He couldn't move them at all, or even register feeling in the digits anymore. Even though he was fairly sure they were cramping horribly painfully, Alec's attention was directed solely towards Bright. He was fairly sure that if the moment was ever broken, if he was suddenly brought out of the world in which Bright was the dominant, shining light, that he was going to register immense pain in those very fingers, but Alec didn't care. Physical pain didn't matter right now. All that he cared about - as it had been throughout the entire evening, it seemed - was Bright Ivanova. And quite frankly, she seemed terrified. He might have likened her to a mouse, actually, although he doubted mice had sheets of liquid gold hair to hide behind. Every tiny detail concerning Bright seemed to be magnified and beautified a thousandfold. It was an exhilarating yet unnerving feeling, seeing so many things that he had been blind to before. He wasn't sure how he hadn't noticed these things - they shone so brightly in his vision now that it was impossible to miss them.
"You kissed me back..." Alec didn't know how to respond to that. Part of him was caught up in the beauty of her voice, and also how small and weak it sounded. It killed him inside to think that she might be scared of him, that she might not want to be here with him. That she might want to search for blame to place in what had happened between the two of them. In Alec's mind, there was no blame. People placed blame when a mistake was made. He couldn't conceive how their kiss had been a mistake. In this conversation now, though, there was plenty of time for mistakes, and Alec worried that he might have just made one. His lips pressed together in a tight line, trying to search Bright's face for a deeper meaning. He barely registered the soft clink as their drinks were set down, and the sound of the woman's voice was only a low hum in his ears. Alec gave a slow but brief nod towards her, all the while keeping his eyes locked on Bright. He didn't even make a move towards his tea. It was probably still too hot, anyway, and besides, he was fairly certain that his motor control wasn't currently up to lifting scaldingly hot beverages to his lips while keeping his eyes focused on Bright. And he couldn't look away. Alec was so terrified that he feared even breaking eye contact for the shortest of moments might result in him missing a key signal - a tightening of the jaw maybe, a flicker of some emotion across those piercing blue eyes of hers. And so the mug of tea rested in the same place upon the small table as it had when it was first set down. If Alec had pondered on the subject, he probably would have guessed that it would remain in that very position for a long time.
Alec listened to Bright's voice, almost not understanding her words. All he could really comprehend was that from her voice, she seemed to be near tears. But....why? Alec swallowed hard, trying to eliminate the painful lump that was forming in his throat, cutting off his air. It didn't work. His jaw was clenched as he tried to sift through the multitude of emotions running through his mind as well as understand them at the same time. He couldn't do it. It was just too...overwhelming. Because of the overload he was experiencing in his mind, Alec wasn't able to cut Bright off as she hesitantly put out those melancholic phrases that acted like hammers shattering his heart into a thousand pieces with every word. It sounded as though she were taking her own heart and shredding it into tiny little pieces. She probably didn't know it, but the fact that that was what she sounded like did the exact same thing to his own. And it was as though he couldn't do a thing to stop her. He felt like a child - helpless, small. The world was weighing down on his shoulders, and he couldn't hold it. Everything, he felt, would soon come crashing down around them. Slowly, but surely, the numbing fog seemed to withdraw from his mind, although it seemed to cling to his thoughts with remarkable tenacity. Alec parted his lips, mouthing unintelligible words, or perhaps that was just his lips trembling.
It was one long, breathless second before he was able to act, and even when he did move, it was sluggishly. Alec slid himself out of his chair, fingers coming away from the wood of the arms slowly and reluctantly, as though they had been frozen there. His knees hit the floor with a soft thud as he came to kneel beside Bright. His hands, shaking and clammy, searched for hers, grasping them. His grip wasn't harsh - far from it. Alec couldn't imagine hurting her. His grip was gentle, almost loose, really. He couldn't find the strength in him to grasp her hands - those delicate, perfect hands of hers - firmly. It was all he could do to even be so close to her. "Bright," he rasped her name, unable to keep the emotion out of his voice. "I did kiss you back." his voice was quiet, shaky, but truthful. His heart felt like it had been twisted into knots, and it hurt. How he hurt. Every muscle in his body was tense, save for his hands, which were trying to maintain contact with Bright's. "And Bright? I would gladly do it again. A thousand times over. Bright - I hope you give me that chance. I need you to give me that chance." His eyes were pleading. His gaze was steady - but his voice far from it. It was a wonder that she could understand him - provided that she actually did, of course. The french accent that he'd begun to tone down over the years in California had returned in full force now that he was no longer fully in control of himself. Alec was sure that even a single word from her could shatter his world forever. But he needed to hear her speak. Whatever it was, he needed to hear her.
TAG; bright! NOTES; -flails- LYRICS; cabaret WORDS; one zero eight three
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Post by bright óla ivanova on Feb 21, 2010 16:07:50 GMT -5
MIDAS IS KING AND HE HOLDS ME SO TIGHT
AND TURNS ME TO GOLD IN THE SUNLIGHTHer line of sight shifted every few seconds, her brain apparently deciding it might be better to try and occupy her mind with new sights every few seconds. It seemed like a decent plan, perhaps if she was distracted enough, she would forget, at least momentarily, that was such a situation that there was an agonizingly heavy weight upon her chest. No, she couldn't forget, it hurt too much, but at least if it was lessened by concentrating on something else, she would be able to make it through Alec's 'lets be friends' speech and back to her dorm before the tears that threatened to spill actually did. It was a feeling she was totally unaccustomed to and one she didn't like to feel. Of course, no one liked crying, but it was usually more a dislike of situation, not that fact that they cried as a result. For Bright, crying in itself was almost as bad as why ever she had reason to do so. It left her feeling so completely pathetic that it eclipsed whatever had made her sad in the first place. Of course, that would lessen after a while, the original reason making itself known, starting her off once again. Really, it was understandable that she hated it so much. Her gaze, ever flighty, settled on Alec's hands. Gripping the chair, his knuckles white from the tension, fingers clearly pressed so harshly against the wood that it was a wonder he could keep them there any length of time. She dropped her head a little, tracing invisible lines on the floor. He was angry. She had expected him to be a little freaked out, embarrassed, but not mad at her. Her face collapsed behind the gentle waves falling in front of it. She had managed to ruin the closest friendship she had.
As far as she could see from the corner of her eye, Alec was unmoving. He inhaled and exhaled, his lips moving every so slightly, but more or less still. It was his stillness that made her head turn so sharply when he moved, only the slightest action.The tips of his fingers lifted from their tensed position, the lengths following, the blood rushing back, returning their colour. Such a simple movement seemed to fascinate her, she realised it was the total blindness that had fallen upon her that caused it. Alec, generally, wasn't a boring enough person to be predictable, but she knew him. She had spent so much time with him in the three years knowing him that if they had met at birth, she wasn't sure she would know any more. Bright was so sure of how Alec would react to things, to situations, to people, to her. And now, in that tiny movement, she barely knew him. Her knowledge of her he might react was so infinitesimal that it may as well have been none existent. The young man she thought she knew so well was about to surprise her, no matter what he did, because it was obvious to her that she had no clue now. Maybe it was just in this situation. She tried to cling to that thought. She didn't want to entertain the notion that what she done had completely twisted her relationship with Alec, whatever that relationship might be after this. She had no idea about that, too. Alec shifted, moving forward. Initially, it seemed nothing strange, just moving to a more comfortable position, but as he left the chair completely, she looked up, placing the mug on her table. The temperature of the air on her now burning hands felt uncomfortable.
Alec was on the floor, kneeling next to her, his face level with hers. His hands, larger than hers, though now not too dissimilar in their temperature, sought hers, touching so gently that when they found them, the shaking died down to a tremor against his own trembling fingers. Out of all the actions she could have attempted to predict, this one wouldn't have entered her mind. She still felt blind, unaware of what he was doing, but the mere contact of his skin against hers shattered her thought processes so completely that she no longer cared what she was and wasn't able to predict. Alec had once again managed to eclipse everything around him, so that all she could manage to focus on was his his dark eyes, staring into her own pale ones, paling in comparison. He had so successfully managed to take her breath away so many times in one night, so easily stopped her heart or sent it fluttering that she wasn't sure her body could handle much more of it. She felt so totally breathless that it was all she could do not to curl up, small and still, until her body calmed, but she couldn't. For whatever reason, Alec was next to her, touching her, holding her hands in his own. Her lungs protested against the shallow breaths and a kind of heat, more than skin deep, crept along her cheeks, hotter than was comfortable, but she wouldn't move. His hands could have given her third degree burns at their very touch and she doubted very much, even then, if she would have moved. Alec was so lovely that it didn't seem fair for all of the people in the small cafe, herself included, to even be granted permission to look at him.
Bright. He spoke, his voice catching only slightly. She stared at him, trying to best she could to concentrate while he was beside her, looking at her as he was. She knew that she should be more focused, whatever slipped from those perfect lips, at this moment, was crucial, but his voice sounded lovelier than any choir, and it was hard to really hear him, harder to hear his words than how he said them. I did kiss you back. Her eyes widened, only marginally, his words now seeming more important with their content. She knew he had, she had felt it, but somehow, when Alec said it, it was more true. It became real, not just something that her mind might have created in an elaborate dream. In a few words, no more than a sentence or two, any pain she felt seemed to dissipate, gone completely, all that was left was some kind of unchartered euphoria flooding through her. Her mind couldn't begin to question why he should want her, her, among the literally thousands of girls who would want him should they have met him. It didn't matter, he had said it. And Alec didn't lie, not to Bright. One of her hands left his, reaching, a little bolder, to his neck, resting gingerly on the warm skin there. She was stuck for a moment, struck by the warm being in front of her, on the floor, kneeling, pleading. Someone so lovely actually actually pleading, and for nothing but to be allowed to kiss her. It seemed like fantasy. Her gaze softened, lips curving at the corners in a soft smile. Her body still trembled, unable to stop it, but it wasn't the same terrified shaking as before. This was different, the kind that took hold when you were too happy to stop it. "I..." she stopped momentarily, caught again by his too perfect face. "I don't understand, but I don't want to." Whatever Alec's reasoning was for wanting Bright, it didn't matter. All that mattered was that, for now, he did. If he decided he didn't, well, she would deal to that when it came to it. You can have as many chances as you like." she smiled, shy, but utterly content. Her fingers traced gently along the soft skin of the back of his neck, slowing as she placed one timid kiss against his jaw.
notes we flail far too much :') words one three zero one (i'm sorry!) song isn't it obvious - erik hassle lyrics florence and the machine[/size][/font][/blockquote]
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Post by alecsander lee devere on Feb 21, 2010 18:51:49 GMT -5
a l l . t h e . o d d s . a r e . i n . m y . f a v o u r s o m e t h i n g ' s . b o u n d . t o . b e g i n [/font][/size][/color] He was sure that his heart had stopped. Because there was absolutely no way that anything inside him could continue to function as normal in those long, torturous seconds in which he waited. It just didn't make sense that his heart could continue pumping blood through his body, to his brain, to all his extremities, while all of his attention, both conscious and unconscious was directed towards the lovely, devastating creature that sat before him. Part of him was processing these thoughts, how if indeed his heart wasn't beating, it would only be a few minutes before his other organs shut down, and then finally his brain, which would result in his death. But somehow, Alec felt as though no matter how long he stayed like this, awaiting Bright’s answer or whatever words came from her mouth, he wouldn’t die. Not until Bright let him go. Alec didn’t ponder death on a regular basis – he wasn’t like that at all – but now, it seemed all too simple. Death was, in the face of someone as absolutely…absolute as Bright, completely and utterly insignificant. Bright was everything. Death, nothing. Yet Alec felt, in those seconds as Bright’s eyes widened, as she trembled under his weak touch, that if she gave him any of the many answers that he dreaded hearing, that he would break into a million pieces. I’m sorry I kissed you, was one of them. This isn’t what I want for us, and Let’s just be friends were others. But there was one response, the one it seemed likely that Bright would give, that was by far the most devastating of them all; No. It wasn’t a correct response to the phrasing of his questions – or statements, really – but it was the single word in the universe that could so easily serve to destroy him. Maybe she knew it. Maybe she’d use it anyway.
And then he saw the tiniest movement in her jaw, the gentle clenching and unclenching in her cheeks that told him that she was opening that mouth of hers. Time seemed to stop, and Alec could only watch, holding his breath, as those angelic lips parted, revealing the tips of orderly white teeth. ”I…” The sound, like a sigh, fluttered to his ears as though on butterfly wings. The sound might as well have been sung by a choir of angels, for how it captivated him. However beautiful it might be, though, it was still a word, and one that told him nothing. Alec’s heart, which seemed to have forgotten to work in the past few moments, gave an uncomfortable lurch, right into his throat. His jaw tightened as his gut twisted agonizingly. She had spoken…yet it told him nothing. Even as he listened to that one sound from Bright, barely even a syllable, Alec was still predicting the worst. And it killed him. Did she not see that he was suffering here? Wouldn’t she relieve him of this desperation, this anguish? Did she even care? And then finally, the sweet words, which she had held back in her hesitation, finally fell like dewdrops from her delicate pink lips, like the petals of rare orchids. ”I don’t understand, but I don’t want to.” Alec was fairly sure that that sentence set his heart beating again, this time, in hyper-drive. The breath he’d been holding was let out, only for Alec to find that any other breath that he tried to take never really reached his lungs. And so he gasped quietly, eyes fixed on Bright’s perfect face, the fluid lines of her jaw, the slender curve of her nose. ”You can have as many chances as you like.” Before, he had thought that the emotions running through him, tearing through his soul like fire, were the most intense a human could possibly feel.
This proved him wrong.
It was like his throat had been parched for a thousand years, and he was finally granted a sip of the nectar of the gods. Those words of hers were like the honey-sweet liquid that he’d never thought he would experience in his lifetime. Instead of his heart bursting, giving way to the unbelievable pressure of the ecstasy inside of him, Alec was overwhelmed with the cool, clean sensation of calm. And then he could feel the tips of her fingers, chilly and smooth, dancing over his skin, stealing the remaining breath from his lungs. But nothing could disturb his phenomenal calm. He was like a glacier lake, tranquil, serene, content. Nothing could rouse him from his state of calm. Nothing but…the feel of frigid, soft lips pressed lightly against his jaw. Alec’s eyes fluttered closed as he relished the sensation. Everything about this moment was so surreal. No matter how unexpected it had been – no matter how unbelievably sure he’d been that Bright would present him with the worst kind of rejection – it still managed to be perfect. He wondered if anything could be anything less than perfect if Bright was involved. Even the way she had moved to place that tender little kiss upon his jaw was full of unequivocal grace. He unconsciously let out a sigh – nearly inaudible, but still present. Alec felt peaceful. More so than he believed he had ever felt in his life. There was no comparing anything to this moment. He counted himself lucky – more than lucky – that he had been able to experience something like this, this feeling of complete contentment. Of bliss. With Bright, every moment seemed to build on the others, slowly becoming something great and unfathomable. Alec wondered how he would feel when everything finally culminated, when all of these spectacular moments hit him at once, full force. Even now, in this one moment, it was almost too much. But Alec stayed calm. Because this was what was right. This was how it should be.
Alec finally felt Bright’s lips draw away, even though she had only put those lips in contact with his skin for a brief moment. Alec smiled, the expression shaky with emotion. ”Bright.” he sighed her name, the single syllable slipping through his lips, seemingly lingering in the air between them. Alec leaned forward ever so slightly, before stopping. His hands still held hers. Slowly, but steadily, Alec lifted one of her small, cold hands to his mouth, brushing his lips gently across her knuckles. He gently lowered her delicate hand back down to her lap, before leaning in to place a brief, tender kiss upon her brow. His warmer lips met her cold skin, resulting in the smallest spark, the briefest numbing feeling in his lips. It was…Bright. Alec drew away, drawing in a deep breath, before edging in again, this time to place a gentle and lingering kiss against the corner of her mouth. ”Bright.” His hand had fallen to drawing small circles on the palm of Bright’s hand. They complimented each other – dark and light, hot and cold. It was as though they had been made for moments such as these, as though the perfect way they were with each other had been orchestrated to the utmost perfection. ”You’re perfect,” he breathed out, unable to find enough air in his lungs to make the words come out louder. But of course she had heard him. His face was still close to hers, so close that he could feel her breath against his cheek. Alec’s head moved around until he was pressing his face into her hair, breathing in her scent. His arms slipped around her small frame, hugging her close. He didn’t ever want to let her go.
TAG; bright! NOTES; -flailheartattackdies- LYRICS; cabaret WORDS; one two seven three
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Post by bright óla ivanova on Feb 24, 2010 18:14:47 GMT -5
MIDAS IS KING AND HE HOLDS ME SO TIGHT
AND TURNS ME TO GOLD IN THE SUNLIGHTThere was a roaring in her ears, a rushing sound, waves swelling and breaking against rocks. She couldn't be sure, but such a result had to be from relief, the sound drowned out all of her previous doubts, banishing them into some unknown land that she would never visit. Alec had no intention of leaving her here, of breaking her heart and taking his awkward leave. His words had calmed her rapid heart beat, the drumming noise that seemed to appear whenever he was near dying down a little, then flaring up louder than before. It was no longer nervous though. Not scared or anxious, simply fast and strong from the surge of euphoria in her veins. Just as she had been so certain that Alec's reply would shatter her heart, that he could utter no reply that would grant her happiness, she now couldn't imagine him saying anything other than he had. It appeared that his thoughts were wandering down a similar path to hers, almost an identical one, really. That moment, that kiss, it had seemed impossible that it could have been borne from the momentary grip of lust, but how could she know Alec shared that thought? She had been unable to do so before, but in those utterances, those heavenly syllables escaping his lips, she knew. She knew that Alec had viewed it the same way and the revelation enveloped her completely, setting alight her senses and totally relaxing her at the same time.
Her fingers had seemed to move of their own accord almost, without much hesitation, bolder and confident in their action. His skin was warm under her touch, a pleasant temperature, inviting, she didn't want to move her hand away. It was if a kind of warmness was emanating from him, radiating and seeping into her cold bones wherever their skin met. Bright wasn't used to being touched like this, being looked at in such a way. Her body was cold from lack of affection and she felt as if she was thawing at Alec's very touch, from being near him almost. Bright had never been warm, her skin was icy to most, but over the years she had grown accustomed to it. What was cold to others had become an amiable temperature to her, but now she felt freezing. She felt wrong, too cold against Alec's touch, as if something so normal to her had completely turned around. It didn't surprise her much though. When she had left her home earlier in the evening, Alec had been her best friend, something so usual to her, and now even he had transformed completely. The night was challenging things that had seemed second-nature to her. It was daunting, a little confusing perhaps, but it was a sensation that she was very happy to welcome. Alec had been her closest friend since she had met him, a friendship which she had relished and enjoyed. If someone had asked her, before previous events, if she would want their relationship to change, her answer would have been a decisive 'no'. Why would she? They were great friends. Now she would never be able to think of him like that again.
Her eyes followed her hand, lifted by Alec's, as it closed the small space, stopping at his lips. The soft skin of her knuckles was grazed in a kiss, gentle but electric. Instantly, her muscles felt weak, struggling to not let the weight of her arm rest in Alec's grip completely. He moved again, leading her fingers back down to her lap before proceeding to dip his head lightly. His lips pressed soft kisses against her brow, wing beats, no harder, but with enough strength to knock her completely. Everything he did seemed to render her so completely useless, but those tiny kisses did something far greater, left her feeling like a shell, aware she was in control of her body, but completely clueless as how to use it. The slightest touch, no more contact than someone brushing past her, burnt her nerves to a cinder, left her mind smouldering behind her eyes, the rest of the world tarred and dim except for Alec - bright and radiant and impossible. Perhaps she had always felt this way for Alec, she doubted that if she hadn't, these feelings would be so strong now, but on that strange first moment of contact, whatever had been lingering under the surface had spilled over into some unfathomable, bizarre bliss which now seemed to cling to the very air around them. All light in the vicinity seemed to deviate from its proper position, hovering around Alec and leaving a faint, dim glow on everything else, just visible against his brilliance. It seemed so unfair, but so utterly right. Alec should be the centre of everything, of concentration and thought and effort. It would be wrong for it to be any other way.
Softly, his hands moved from her own, settling on top to draw soothing circles on her palms. Each time he spoke her name, it didn't get any less appealing. If anything, with each syllable, her heart only swelled more, threatening to cause her great discomfort if it ended, but it didn't seem to be dissipating any time soon. His melodic voice hung there, ringing in her ears though his perfect lips had shut again. You're perfect her breath caught, eyelids closing as Alec's hands found their way around her waist, pulling her closer to him. The touch, so much more than the light contact she had been used to so far, overwhelmed her again, her breaths coming ragged. With all of the effort she could manage, she wound her arms around him, the slender limbs only just able to reach fully around his body. She felt so small against him, so safe. A smile crept onto her lips, amused but so completely content, hidden from Alec's view, but present in her voice. I can't believe it's taken you three years." she toyed, her laugh almost silent. There could have been awkwardness there, a kind of shy embarrassment mixed in with the glorious happiness, but there wasn't. Not for Bright, at least. She felt so comfortable around Alec, so content, that it seemed to right, as if things happening any other way would be some great violation against humanity and fate and whichever ethereal deity was orchestrating this very scenario. She felt made for the very purpose of fitting snugly against Alec's chest, to be warmed by his high temperature, and she was totally content to accept that role.
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Post by alecsander lee devere on Feb 25, 2010 18:02:19 GMT -5
a l l . t h e . o d d s . a r e . i n . m y . f a v o u r s o m e t h i n g ' s . b o u n d . t o . b e g i n [/font][/size][/color] Alec could feel Bright's thin arms encircling him, which gave him such an overwhelming feeling of safety that the suddenness of it almost brought him to tears. But although his vision blurred slightly, it was only for a brief moment before he blinked the wetness away. He had to be able to catalog this moment in as many ways as possible - visually was one of those ways. Besides - this wasn't a moment that he really ought to be shedding tears over. It filled him with such a sense of euphoria that tears were possible, but there wasn't anything so serious or relieving about this moment that Alec felt he ought to cry over it. Yes, this was a serious occasion, and a weight - an immense, crushing weight - had been lifted from his shoulders, leaving him feeling free as a bird, but that wasn't how he felt. Alec felt calm. Comfortable. Easy. He hesitated to say normal, because it wasn't the conventional version of normal, yet it somehow was. He felt like what normal should be like. A tremendous sense of ease, of serenity. Where nothing was wrong and everything right. That was what ordinary should be. Alec figured that he could live his entire life with that sensation and never find it dull.
Hugging Bright close to him was like wrapping his arms around a small teddy bear. Somehow, she simply fit - as though she had been made with this exact situation in mind. Alec could have spent eternity simple with his arms around her thin frame, Bright's spidery arms barely managing to encircle him. It felt natural to have her like that, right up against him. Alec could feel her heart beating, or he thought he could, even through her thick cardigan. It was steady, light, and somehow, seemed to be perfectly synchronized with his own. It was the most natural of moments. The light, warm clouds of breath that emanated from Bright gently tickled the skin of his neck and cheek, subtle, yet still enough to raise hairs on the back of his neck. One palm flattened against her back, the other tracing random patterns over top of the material of her cardigan. And then he heard Bright speak, her light words caressing his ears. Alec couldn't help but grin, chuckling lightly at her words. Three years was a long time.
Such a long time, in fact, that Alec was currently berating himself for not having recognized how undeniably amazing Bright really was before now. Three years in which he had been able to experience this flawless girl, yet not really experience her. But even so, they were three years not entirely wasted. After all, Bright had been the friend - the go-to-girl for when he didn't have anyone else to confide in, or to seek advice from. The only one he had never been afraid to talk to, or admit to his mistakes. It was strange, really, how they had clicked so soon. He had just come back from school just a few months prior to Bright moving in next door. The customary greetings had been exchanged, and they had simply...become friends. No awkward encounters on the street or parents pushing them together. Just friends. Good friends. And later on, the best of friends. But what did that word really mean? Was it just a sense of loyalty, a sense of comfort between people? Was it fluidity, compatibility? But that was, he imagined, love, too. So then, did strong and true friendship include love? Of a slightly different sort, maybe, but Alec supposed that it did. He'd loved Bright from the start then. And it hadn't been a whirlwind romance - no, that was only just beginning - but it had been a whirlwind love. Alec repeated Bright's phrase in his head, savouring every tiny inflection in her voice, the Russian accent, although beginning to lessen, still evident in her speech. "I can't believe it's taken you three years." Neither could he.
Alec untangled his arms from around her, only to grip her gently by the shoulders and hold her just under arms length away, so that he could see her face. The sudden removal of her delicate body from his was mildly unpleasant, but Alec wanted to see her expression, he wanted to see the way her hair gleamed in the dim lighting of the cafe, the way her eyes seemed to laugh out loud. Alec allowed his dark eyes to quickly skip over her, from the bottom up. "And I can't believe you're wearing that cardigan, Bright." Alec cracked a smile, showing that he was just kidding around, although his tone indicated as much as well. One hand dropped from her shoulders to close around his tea, which he brought to his lips, eyes still fixed on Bright. After taking a small sip, he set it down upon the table once again. "You know, Bright," he began, tone perfectly serious, although the his eyes clearly expressed that he wasn't, "If you're feeling uncomfortable with the situation, your hot chocolate's probably still hot enough to throw in my face and still scald me, while staining my shirt at the same time." It was all meant in jest. Simply banter back and forth between the two of them, the kind of thing they never really had to think about it. The way Alec knew that he and Bright simply connected on such a deep level that all their interactions were flawlessly executed, understood entirely. Alec's smile softened as he observed Bright's expression. The tension between them had lifted, and the intensity of before was now replaced with a warm fuzzy feeling that swelled inside his chest every time he focused his eyes on her face. It wasn't late, necessarily, but it still was a more...advanced hour. Even so, Alec had no intention of returning to school before Bright wanted to. At this point, he would go to hell and back for her. He doubted that would change. Alec knew that he was petty, arrogant, and an overall jerk at least half the time, but with Bright, he managed to forget to be that person. The thought made his smile widen further.
TAG; bright! NOTES; -wipes away tears- LYRICS; cabaret WORDS; one zero three seven
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