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 Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2012 7:36 pm
He sat on the same bench he had bandaged up Lifen's hands on a few nights before, idly fiddling with what looked to be some sort of craft. The area was relatively secluded, an overhang of thick branches providing a nice little shaded area, a gentle breeze rifling through the grey sky.
The craft in question was something that looked to be a flower chain, very similar to the one he had given Yuzhi. This one wasn't one to be given to anyone in particular, however; Mengyao had merely accumulated too many flowers in his secret delight of them and was attempting to use them to his advantage, threading one little daisy around another. Most likely he would put them between the pages of a book to press them, keep them safe and dry.
Or perhaps he would give them to someone either way. Lifen, perhaps, or even Lan (if she would even accept them). Regardless of whether he did or not, however, it was just a simple pleasure in life when all else was chaotic.
And, Mengyao being Mengyao, he had not heard a single rumor on the subject of this "prom."
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2012 8:03 pm
My, it had become very late, hadn't it?
After leaving Charlie at the demon dorm, where she had found him, Lifen found herself slowly returning to the sanctuary, content with the luck she had that night. Stepping in to the outskirts of the territory, she caught sight of a figure on the bench that she had been sitting at a few nights back. As she walked closer, she caught sight of a familiar shock of black hair, and a swatch of purple fabric that usually covered her childhood friend, Mengyao.
Raising her eyebrows, she just about tip-toed until she was behind him, looking over his shoulder at what he was working on - the feat a little more difficult for the horsewoman, as she was a clear foot shorter than him, and did not have as much room to lean over with. Her hair betrayed her though, swooping over her shoulders and spilling on to the chair underneath the horseman.
"Good evening, Mengyao, what are you up to?" She spoke to him, her voice soft, but tinged with interest. This was the second time she had caught him with a flower arrangement, a strange hobby that somehow fit him.
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2012 10:37 pm
She was quiet, but he still heard her - and if he had not heard her, he most likely would have recognized her anyway, the scent of lotus flowers wafting towards him as Mengyao twisted another flower around one of the daisies in his lap.
"Good evening, Lifen," he said, and tilted his head back to look at her, an amused smile quirking at the corners of his lips. She had her hair down today, falling across her own shoulders and his back as she leaned over him, peering down at what was in his hands.
Mengyao moved his head, his gaze back on the flowers, but he gestured for Lifen to sit beside him, reaching to take her wrist and gently guide her to the bench.
"I am merely trying to pass the time before sleep," he said lightly, and smiled at her. "What brings you out this evening? Not fighting more of those, ah...infernal creatures, are you?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2012 9:54 pm
He seemed in a good mood, Lifen noticed, as she allowed him to guide her on to the bench, sweeping her hair from under her. It was kind of amusing, watching the horseman loop flowers daintly with his hands, she allowed herself to just sit back and sigh out loud, feeling all the weight of the day's up-comings coming on her.
Hearing his question, she turned up to him again, giving a soft grin. "No, I was lucky enough to get away with out any situations on my hands, besides, I promised I would take on the next one with you, right?" She offered up to him, shrugging softly before stretching her arms, intertwining her hands and making the smallest of sounds before letting them fall to her lap.
Tilting her head, she attempted to find a way to word what she had just returned from finding her self in.
"I went to find my little friend, Charlie. Asked him a couple questions about the on goings with the students of Amityville, for I am very curious about them." She offered up, looking to him for a reaction.
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2012 10:18 pm
He did not normally partake in such a seemingly pointless habit, but the flowers were different. They were strangely appealing to Mengyao, as he had discovered - small and delicate, they held a beauty to them that was unmarred by anything else. He wasn't entirely certain why his mind thought this way, but he rather enjoyed that something so fragile could be so impacting at times.
"That's good to hear," Mengyao replied, with a sidelong glance at Lifen. He glanced down at his lap, picked up one of the pale white flowers, and lifted it towards her, tucking it behind one of Lifen's ears. "And that better stay true, darling, otherwise I'd be very disappointed."
The smile on his face belayed any sort of sternness that might have been there, but it faltered a little at Lifen's next statement, replaced by a look of calm, deliberate disinterest.
"Oh?" he said, and tilted his head, brows drawing together in mild bemusement. "What sort of things are going on, then? Anything interesting?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2012 10:51 pm
"I do not intend to lie." Is all she answered to him as she leaned in a bit as he worked the flower in to her hair, the stark white petals sticking out light daylight on her black hair as she watched him work again, content that no ill issues had come up again.
"They are having some kind of event." She murmured to him, closing her eyes and lifting her knees to her chest, resting her hands on them. "A prom, they say - reminds me of you nobles and your parties." She offered up, shrugging. "So, we were talking and I figured, why not satiate my interest in the youths that wander around the school, and he requested my presence along-side him, so I said sure."
It seemed honest and innocent enough, taking Charlie - or well, him taking her - to the prom.
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2012 10:57 pm
"I know you wouldn't," replied Mengyao with a serene smile, casting a quick glance over at Lifen before returning his focus to the flowers in his greying hands. He threaded one daisy with another, and wrapped a strand of grass around their stems.
"...and he requested my presence alongside him, so I said sure."
He dropped the flower.
"You - what?"
Lowering his hands and feeling suddenly - and oddly - startled, Mengyao turned slowly to look at his friend, his face half shadowed in the pale moonlight as he gave Lifen a surprised look.
"You're going to a student dance with a student?" he asked her incredulously. "But - why?"
Clearly Mengyao had missed the actual reason, though she'd said it already.
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2012 7:42 am
His reaction was something she wasn't exactly expecting - oh sure, she was expecting him to be a bit ruffled under the collar, Mengyao was a bit possessive at times of his friends - but this seemed a little . . . extensive?
Looking at the flower he dropped, she took the daring movement to grab it, twirling it between her fingers a little as he sat there, exasperated. "It seems pretty straight forward. It is a student dance, and I will be accompanying a student to it." she stated, her tendancy to be blunt coming through. "I am merely just curious on how they act around like kinds, I find them very interesting." She defended herself lightly, looking over to him.
"If you do need to ask, yes, I intend to dance. With a student. It is not like I am going to a ball to find a suitor, or anything. Just an innocent party. " she finished, shrugging a little. It seemed black and white, it was beyond her why he was so pertrubed.
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 9:54 am
A part of him was astounded that she was even considering going to such a thing with one of the Amityville students - and another part of him was attempting to figure out whether that was because he did not see the point in attending, or because he did not wan t her going with one of the students. Either way, the look he gave her was something akin to a mild scowl.
"So...you're escorting each other," said Mengyao, in an attempt at clarifying this truly bizarre situation. He threaded another flower into the chain, reached for the one he had dropped, and realized Lifen had picked it up instead. Frowning a little, he added, "So it's purely observational..."
Mengyao trailed off, eyeing Lifen as she finished her statement. The scowl grew more pronounced. "Isn't that the point of attending such an event?" he asked, and turned a little to face her more, brows drawing together. "You go to find a suitor - isn't that the entire basis of such dances? Is this student interested in you?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 11:04 am
Her reaction to his defensive responses would normally be a little comical, one eyebrow raised as she looked at him dumbfounded. She wasn't entirely sure what happened in balls that the privelaged few were able to attend - she had been to a few small parties, as an artisan - but only briefly, long enough to do what she did best, (which was entertain,) before being congratulated and allowed to return home.
"Observational is a good word for it." She thought outloud, pressing the flower on her lips for a moment and spinning it. It was soft, and she couldn't help it. "I do not intend to go in and just . . . offer myself to the first boy that I find. That would be a little unneccessary." She offered up to him, hoping that her words would soothe him a little.
Subconsciously, she started leaning towards him, her feet on the bench and her hands cupping the little flower as she held it close to her face, enjoying the smell. "I would not say Charlie and I were enamourous in our bond." She defended herself, giving him a look. "He is more like a little brother that I never had. Besides," She strayed, giving him a soft shrug. "He's much shorter than I am, I kind of prefer a suitor who is taller than me."
To Lifen, the idea of looming over someone was . . . awkward. Being with Charlie was like snuggling up to a little brother, so he seemed fine, but when she was placed with any boils smaller than her, she felt . . . strange. She was so used to being the littlest (height wise), that she just felt off.
"Are you saying I should search for a suitor?" She asked Mengyao, daring to bring it up, he seemed so pertrubed about it.
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 11:13 am
He was getting defensive, and he disliked it. Mengyao was not normally so invested in his own feelings, but for some reason the idea of Lifen going to this...thing with a student from Amityville annoyed him. He had spent a long time attending his own such frivolous events, but Lifen..? She was not that sort. She was quiet and delicate and strong and she held no need to attend such events.
Except apparently she did.
The scowl was still on his face, Mengyao's eyes flickering to the flower in Lifen's fingers, unmarred by the grey on his own. "Yes, well," he said, a tad sulkily. "I don't suppose that we be all that wise anyway, offering yourself to the first boy that you find."
Hearing that she and this boy - Charlie - were not...enamoured with each other somehow made him feel a little better, and though the scowl was still there, it had softened a little, a stray strand of dark hair falling over his forehead. He slanted a gaze towards her, almost curiously.
"Is that so," he said, slightly irritably, and it wasn't really a question, merely a statement. Mengyao let out a small sigh and shook his head, returning back to the flowers in his lap - at least until Lifen spoke again, and then he looked up, back at her. One hand reached out, closing over the fingers that held the flower.
"No," he said, and tightened his grip, just a little. "No, I'm not saying that at all."
There was a moment of silence while neither said nothing at all, and then he finally dropped his hand, looking away, back at the little flower chain Mengyao still held in his hand.
"...well, I hope you have a good time," he said finally. "I only wish for your happiness, after all."
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 12:15 pm
As he caught her hand in a stern movement to show that he was not intending to allow her to just fly off with someone in a whim, she held the silence that came, her mis-matched eyes trying to find something behind his words, but he was predominently shut off to her.Which was. . . odd, but she didn't feel it was in her rights to ask him at this time. She was already aggitating him enough. Giving his hand a light squeeze before he let go, she allowed a soft sigh to escape from her lips.
"I promise you, that I will not wear my heart on my shoulder, Mengyao," she offered, before standing up and patting her dress down, feeling a little worn out from Charlie's exuberance and Mengyao's aggitation. She needed to think about what she was going to wear and how to hold one's self in a part full of youths. Or a party in general where she wasn't the main event.
"Um, let us promise on this." Turning to him again, she grabbed his head in her hands again, allowing the softest of a kiss to be set on his forehead, as she did the last time. It was much easier than a pinky-swear (as she had seen been used before,) and secretly she was balancing the odds again a little more in her favour, (she was counting.) Giving him a soft grin as she took a few steps back, she gave him a small bow.
"Do not fret so much, it will harm your complexion, I will be fine. I am rather happy as is." She offered up, before turning around, walking towards the sanctuary. "I will see you later~" she sing-songed, trying to keep herself light-hearted, even if she kept his words to heart.kuromeez You're welcome to finish this; also, QQ mengyao, QQ.
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 12:42 pm
The silence stretched between them, long and tense, as though neither knew what to say or how to say it. Mengyao's fingers curled around Lifen's briefly - just briefly - and something flickered in his eyes as he looked at her.
But then it was gone and he had let go and was focusing elsewhere, a sigh escaping his lips. He felt Lifen stand beside him, the soft sounds of rustling indicating that she was fixing her clothing, and he did not look at her for a long moment, feeling oddly ill at ease with himself.
Her hands touched his shoulders, and then he felt her lips on his forehead. Mengyao flushed a little, but the little gesture worked - he could feel some of the tension easing away from his shoulders as Lifen moved back. He said nothing, but sighed again, and turned on the bench to watch her walk away.
"My complexion will be fine," he muttered, before she was out of earshot, but then she was gone and Mengyao was left alone on the bench, idly twisting the flowers. After a moment, however, he made a soft noise, stood, and whisked off, already forming a plan in his mind.
If Lifen was going to this dance, well, then, so would he.
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