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Post by Nathalia Webb on Jan 7, 2009 19:14:31 GMT -5
Nathalia looked at the portrait while he spoke, year thought occuring to her as well that he looked different from the rest of them.
Finally glancing back at him ah shrugged. "There's not much to tell, really. It's just me and my mum." and a whole slew of well intentioned aunts and uncles, but she didn't usually count them.
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Jan 7, 2009 19:34:42 GMT -5
He looked at her for a minute, almost shyly. He felt suddenly that she knew more about him than he knew about her. He didn't usually allow anyone to get that close to him, and he was feeling a little exposed. It was strange how easily alcohol could loosen one's tongue. He would have to watch himself in the future, lest he betray too much information to the wrong people while under the influence.
"Have a seat," he said, nodding to the couch. "Can I get you anything? I'm sorry to say I have no food in the house, and even if I had any, I wouldn't know how to cook it. But I could get you a drink, if you're thirsty."
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Post by Nathalia Webb on Jan 7, 2009 19:44:54 GMT -5
She was surprised that he seemed satisfied with yat answer, but she didn't question it. There really wasn't a lot she could share wile respecting her moter's privacy.
"I'm fine, thank you," she said. "Unless you have some wine?" She made her way to the sofa, which complimented the room well. She wonferred if this was for show, or if the bedroom and bathroom showed similar style.
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Jan 7, 2009 19:53:00 GMT -5
"I have wine," he replied. "I think I will refrain from having any myself... the fact that I'm still capable of standing upright and speaking in coherent sentences after two of your Double O Sevens is rather surprising to me."
He disappeared into the kitchen and returned a moment later with two bottles and a single glass. "Do you prefer red or white?"
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Post by Nathalia Webb on Jan 7, 2009 20:06:18 GMT -5
"Says a lot about you, actually, that you're still pretty coherent. At least that you're good about keeping your wits about you."
She sat up a little straighter when he returned, and she smiled at being given year choice. "And that you like to be prepared for anything." she didn't ask if she was right. It honestly didn't matter. Nor was she trying to figure him out... She was just making observations.
"Red, please."
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Jan 7, 2009 20:21:02 GMT -5
He nodded and set both bottles down on the table in front of her. Grasping the bottle of red wine, he popped the cork easily, then poured some into the glass. "Here you go," he said, handing it to her. "It's a pretty good wine, I think... I picked it up on a trip to Italy a little over a year ago."
Sitting down next to her, he turned to look at her. "With my job, I have to keep my wits about me... It's difficult to know who you can trust at times. I don't know why, but I trust you. But I still feel like you know more about me than I know about you. You've seen the picture of my family... you met my uncle... I'm curious about you. You said it's just you and your mother? Are you two close?"
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Post by Nathalia Webb on Jan 7, 2009 20:29:35 GMT -5
"Tank you," she said, taking the wine from him and swirling it in the glass before taking taking a sip. It was very good wine. She almost felt guilty for drinking it since he had to open the bottle.
"Yes, we are. My mum had me when she was pretty young, so we sort of grew up together in a lot of ways. She's more of a friend, if that makes sense."
She relaxed, drinking her wine while she let him ask the questions for a while."
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Jan 7, 2009 22:00:39 GMT -5
Roland nodded. "It makes sense. It sounds nice, actually. I bet that had a lot to do with the way you are now. My parents were strict, but loving... although I've always been the rebellious type." He laughed lightly.
He watched her drink for a minute, trying to think about what else he could ask her. "Earlier, you said you were... what was the word you used? Chaotic. Just how chaotic are you? You seem perfectly fine to me. Although, I never really have gone for the sweet types."
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Post by Nathalia Webb on Jan 7, 2009 22:30:54 GMT -5
"You're rebelious? I hope you don't mind me saying so, but you strike me as the type who is very straight laced. Then again, here we are."
She shrugged again, which was a habit when she encountered a question she wasn't sure ow to answer. "I don't ever stay in one place for long. I get bored easily. I'm not much for the poems and candy of romance, and I'm... Well, I don't depend on anyone. I can be high energy and crazy. People usually find that hard to deal with."
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Jan 7, 2009 22:58:23 GMT -5
Again the crooked grin appeared on his face. "Well, I guess you could say my rebellion is more of a quiet one. I don't act out, do crazy things... well, except when my work calls for it. But I like to do things my own way, and I'm not good at following rules or doing what I'm told. I broke a lot of rules at Hogwarts... and most of the time, I didn't even get caught."
"You don't seem crazy now," he observed. "High energy, maybe... But no more than my little sister, for example. And I like that you don't depend on people. And as for poems and candy... well, that's pretty much the reason I prefer to stay single. I don't do poems and candy."
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Post by Nathalia Webb on Jan 7, 2009 23:16:01 GMT -5
Nathalia nodded, taking in his words. "All right. I can see that, I think." quiet rebellion she believed.
"My rebellion wasn't so quiet. I acted out in a lot of ways, especially when I was younger. You'll see." She smiled a little, finishing her wine. "I got caught in school doing things all the time. I just didn't care. Still don't, in a lot of ways."
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Jan 7, 2009 23:27:31 GMT -5
He listened with interest. When she mentioned that he would "see" her rebellion, his eyebrows went up curiously. He studied her for a minute, almost apprasingly. As she finished her wine, he moved in a little closer to her, his face very close to hers.
"You have tattoos, don't you?" he said at last, tracing his fingertip along her jawline. "How many?"
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Post by Nathalia Webb on Jan 7, 2009 23:59:03 GMT -5
He made her laugh again, and once again caught her off guard.
When she stopped laughing, he was closer and asking her another question. She couldn't help but lean in just a bit.
"Oh, you are good. Excellent guess... I have four... But they're all hidden."
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Jan 8, 2009 0:05:37 GMT -5
He smiled broadly. "Well, then," he said. "I can't wait to see them. Would it shock you to hear I have one, too? It's only one... and it's not that hidden... although I usually wear long sleeves..."
He moved closer, replacing the finger on her jaw with his lips. "Are you going to want another glass of wine?" he asked in a husky voice.
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Post by Nathalia Webb on Jan 8, 2009 1:28:45 GMT -5
"It surprises me a little," Nathalia admitted, more than a little curious to see what the tatoo was of. Not a lot of wizards had tatooes the way mugglea did. All of hers had a story, as she imagined his also did.
But he was making good on his promise to distract her before she could ask, and se tilted her head slightly so that he could get to her jaw and neck easier.
"No, I'm fine, thank you," she said, her own voice low, distracted. Her fingers played with the gem of one of his sleeves as she debated lifted it or moving to the buttons instead... Under year pretense of funding the tatoo, of course.
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Jan 8, 2009 10:37:41 GMT -5
He chuckled low in his throat as he felt her tugging at his sleeve. "You're trying to see it, aren't you?" he said against her neck.
He lifted his eyes to meet hers, then slowly shifted so that he could kiss her lips. She tasted sweet, a hint of the wine still on her breath. When he pulled away, he began to unbutton his shirt, keeping his eyes locked on hers as he did.
After he shrugged out of the shirt, he tossed it on the floor with one hand while the other covered a spot on his left arm. He was still smiling. "Want to take a guess what it is?"
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Post by Nathalia Webb on Jan 8, 2009 13:56:31 GMT -5
It took all of her willpower for Nat not to reach out and touch him while he unbuttoned and took off his shirt. He was well built, muscular. It added to his potential to look so imposing. She had a hard time imagining anyone saying no to him.
"If it's 'Mom' in a little heart, I think I'll need to go," She teased, her eyes on the spot he had covered, and then they traveled back to his eyes. She narrowed her own slightly, apraising him. Honestly, she had no idea what it was... she didn't know that much about him yet.
"It would have to be something strong... an animal, maybe?"
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Jan 8, 2009 14:09:35 GMT -5
For the second time that night, he threw back his head and laughed heartily. "No, it's not a little heart that says 'Mom' in it," he promised.
Her next guess was much closer, and the way she put it flattered him. He smiled and slowly removed his hand, then turned slightly so she could see it better.
There in the middle of his arm was a large red bird, its wings spread wide. It was surrounded by orange flames. "It's a phoenix," he said. "When I was 14, I was sent to Dumbledore's office for something, and I saw his pet phoenix, Fawkes, burst into flames and rise up from the ashes. I was so impressed by it... I never forgot it. I always wanted to be the type of person who wouldn't let anything get me down... to rise up from the ashes. You know... be a survivor. So one night, after I passed the auror test, I went out, got a little drunk... and I got this."
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Post by Nathalia Webb on Jan 8, 2009 14:20:19 GMT -5
His laughter made her smile, and she was still smiling as she reached out, tracing the bird with her fingertips. Her eyes met his again when he was finished with the story. "It suits you, Roland."
Her fingers trailed up his arm until they rested at his neck, and she gently pulled him closer. "I find tattooes extremely attractive on a guy. Suppose it's my turn now," she whispered, an impish tone to her voice before she kissed him, this time being the one to initiate it.
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Jan 8, 2009 14:31:07 GMT -5
He closed his eyes and kissed her back, pulling her into his arms. After a moment, he broke the kiss and allowed his lips to travel down her neck again. "Thank you," he said softly. "The few people who've seen it don't usually know what to make of it. Even with the story."
Looking back up at her, he smiled slyly. "So just how hidden are yours?"
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