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 Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2011 7:51 am
Theo's smile turned into a delighted smirk as he realized he was right. She was a terrible actress. And she really didn't have anything better to call him besides "numbnut". She was undoubtedly lying, Theo knew it. He couldn't help but smile, amused at her. She really was trying. And absolutely, completely utterly failing. Oh well, tough girl wannabe wasn't actually all that tough after all. As were most wannabes, for that matter. That was why they were wannabes in the first place anyways.
Despite Ophelia's fairly petite figure, she still stood out. The way she carried herself as well as the generous curves she seemed to have no qualms whatsoever about showing off, judging by the outfit that revealed a fair amount of skin and cleavage. Her eyes drew his attention though, for they were a starlting shade of purple. Bright and vivid. Somewhat like what he guess was her normal, not quite so antagonistic behaviour. When she wasn't trying so hard to intimidate a boy taller than her, even if younger. "I'm sure." He replied, a dry smile on his face. "However, dying over pronouncing someone's name is hardly on many people's list of things to do." He shot back, his blue eyes flashing challengingly.
When she faltered mid-sentence, Theo knew for certain that he was right. She was alone, probably had nothing to do this evening and didn't particularly fancy spending it alone. "My "rat's hole" as you put it," Theo made a mockery of quotation marks with his fingers, merely amused that she was trying and failing to insult him. "-is probably better than yours." He finished the sentence. "Anyways, let's go if you're so eager to visit the hovel I live in." His last words were dripping with sarcasm. "It's probably beneath you to even see it." He rolled his eyes and started towards his home. It was by no means a palace, but it was comfortable with a few homey touches here and there. Believe it or not, Theo actually had a softer side to him than the one most people seemed to clash with.
"And just so you know, no I'm not going to kidnap you and hold you ransom." Theofratus threw over the words his shoulder at the girl behind him.
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Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2011 11:55 pm
Ophelia trotted after Theo, hands on her hips as she listened unwillingly to his sarcasm and condescending tone. She was going to end up regretting this decision by the end of the night. Sighing mentally, she didn't bother responding to him, he seemed to see right through her, so there was no point. He'd just end up teasing her more.
His last words continued to poke at her. Why would he even throw that in? "Like you could even if you tried!" she said, catching up to him to smack him on the shoulder. Who would he even ransom? And did he think she was afraid of a boy like him? She was older, after all. (as though that matters) And she -was- going to his house willingly, for whatever reason.
If anything, he frustrated her to the point of curiousity. It made no sense to her though, why she wanted to get to know him. You could learn a lot by seeing someone's house. Maybe he had a secret collection of porcelain dolls. Ophelia knew best that a person's room is full of secrets. Maybe there would be some edge over him that she could get from going to his house. She hoped, anyways.
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2012 2:23 am
Theo was.. simply put, highly amused by Ophelia. Trying too hard, and still failing. She seemed rather put off by his last comment, if not outright insulted. "Ophelia, little piece of advice. Before you insult someone next time, have a good insult first." He quipped, sniggerring mentally. She needed a class to learn insults, or maybe Insults for Dummies. At least he now knew what he could get her for her birthday. Or Christmas.
"You see dear, I could try. Something tells me you probably don't like fire." Theo's eyes gleamed dangerously, almost seeming to dance with a spark of insanity. He patted her hand on his shoulder, almost as if she was a small child. It stung a little, but he didn't care. He'd had worse. The skin was probably red though, but he doubted any sort of bruising would occur. He continued on, slipping through small alleys and dark lanes until they arrived in the small apartment he called "home".
"Welcome, to my oh so grand and magnificent palace!" Theo bowed to Ophelia exaggeratedly as he swung the door open for her. After she had entered, he closed the door and locked it firmly behind him. Safety measures. He snapped his fingers and the fireplace roared to life, offering light and dancing shadows. There wasn't much in his living room though. A few book scattered on the table, most of which were on fire magic. There was a mystery novel in the mix though. A couple of framed photographs sat on the mantelpiece and an album he was filling up for Philemon's Christmas gift was laying open on the sofa. So many fond memories. They had been quite a pair. Theo smiled to himself. All their escapades, forevr making their mother sigh and threaten them, saying she would give them up for adoption. Mostly Theo. But she never really meant the threats though. Finding all those old photos documenting their childhood were incredibly difficult, though he was proud to have managed to have found enough to have filled half the album. Perhaps he'd leave those for when they grew older. They still had quite a bit of their lives stretched out ahead of them.
"Want a drink?" Theo offered as he walked into the kitchen, opening the fridge and getting himself a soda. "There's.. soda, more soda, beer, water. Maybe tea or coffee, if you fancy that." He peered into his cupboards to check the availability of the last two items he had offered Ophelia. The coffee jar held enough coffee for his morning dosage, and the teabags looked rather.. old. Perhaps not. "No tea and coffee." He declared, shutting the cupboard doors rather firmly.
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 10:20 pm
Ophelia merely stuck out her tongue in response, scrunching her face up in the process. She didn't feel like playing his game anymore. Mostly because she was on the losing end. Having her hand patted only confused her as she retracted it to her side tentatively.
She forced herself to ignore his flamboyant bow, sighing through her nose as she passed by. Her eyes panned around the room, taking as much in as she could. It was surprisingly empty, though the fireplace added a homey touch. Her gaze lingered on the books if only for a moment before darting elsewhere after seeing they weren't her type of genre. Finally her eyes settled on the photo album. She knelt beside the couch, her arms resting on the cushions as she took a few bobby pins from her pocket to pull her bangs from her eyes.
"Water's fine" she said, resisting the urge to drink. The last thing she needed was to get buzzed and spill her guts to this guy and give him dirt to hold over her head.
Flipping through the album, she immediately noticed something strange. Phil was in this album. In fact, he was in a lot of the pictures, especially standing side by side with Theo. "You know Phil?" she asked, innocent to their actual relation. She first assumed the two must be childhood friends. Something like opposites attract but in a totally platonic way. She leaned against one shoulder, looking at each picture and couldn't help the small smile. It was like she was nostalgic for memories she didn't have. But pictures were like that, each one a story of the past.
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 9:17 am
Ophelia was simply too easy to tease. At least it meant Theo could entertain himself by prodding at her and making her flustered. It most certainly would amuse him to see her completely, utterly flustered. And this was just light prodding. He could imagine what it would be like to get her completely flustered. Sure, hell to pay. But it would be worth it, just for the pleasure of seeing Ophelia lose her cool.
As Phelia stepped through, Theo closed the door behind her. He noticed her peering through his things. Not that there was much. Just mostly whatever books he was reading at the moment. Except for the photo album. That was actually pretty private. Their childhood documented in the form of pictures, some of which Theo could never remember taking.
He rinsed a glass and filled it with water, grabbing a soda for himself. Setting the glass down on the coffee table, he peered over Ophelia's head. "Phil's my brother." He shrugged. He pointed at a picture of the two of them under a tree, baskets filled with apples next to them. "That was when we were about.. six, maybe seven. Autumn. Apple picking. He scolded me for sticking my fingers into the jam when we were making the jam to sell," Theo's lips curved into a wry smile as he recalled that year. Lots of apple pies and plenty of jam during winter. They had sold most of the jam, but there was always a healthy amount to last until the next round of apple picking. He pointed at another, where the farm they had grown up on visible in the distance. "Near the river, that's home in the background. We were eight. This was taken before he tried to cross the river then proceeded to slip and give himself a minor concussion."
Theo popped open his can of soda and sat down next to Ophelia. "Most of these photos were before Phil injured himself gravely. He's horribly accident prone. I probably sent most of my time saving him from himself than anything." Theo grinned, sipping his soda.
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