Savannah Lyons
 
Seventh Year[M:10]
Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and cannot remain silent.
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Post by Savannah Lyons on Apr 24, 2010 23:56:01 GMT -5
Yes, it was a bit of a risk. She'd be leaving school grounds on a weekend with no escort other than Cameron. But she trusted him, and they were just going to meet his mother. What could go wrong?
Of course, there was that part of her that felt that she should owl Ryder to ask his permission. But there was another, more cynical part of her that reminded her that he probably didn't actually care what she did. Elliot, on the other hand, did care. And she should definitely ask him, but...
"I'll go," she said, nodding her head definitively. " Just... one thing. Please... Don't tell Elliot."
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Ingrid Regan
 
Seventh year[M:10]
She don't got a lot to say, but there's something about her....
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Post by Ingrid Regan on Apr 25, 2010 0:05:38 GMT -5
Ingrid nodded, but didn't move from his arms. If she had her way, she would never leave them. For the first time in a very long time, she felt truly safe and comforted and loved. Her father had been the last one to make her feel that way, and now Elliot was taking over for him. It almost felt like, seeing both her father and Elliot with her in that mirror was her father's way of sending her a message, telling her that it was all OK now. Elliot would take care of her. She leaned her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes, sighing softly. She couldn't even remember feeling this happy before. Elliot would do what he could to help Ingrid. He liked to see her smile and he liked that he had discovered that she wasn't shy and quiet, even if she didn't speak verbally. There was a part of him that finally felt like he could be a teenager, but there was another part that wanted to be that leader, the caretaker. It was an inner battle and somehow he was going to figure it all out. This room seemed like their little hide-a-way. No one else was there and while they were in the room, he felt like there wasn't anything out in the world that could hold him back. Some how Ingrid gave him the strength he needed. Maybe it was understanding nature, but whatever it was, she helped a lot. He could talk to Savannah now without being too afraid of her response. Kissing the top of Ingrid's head, Elliot started to move slowly as if they were dancing. He wanted to hear another hint of her laughter. Ingrid was content to just stay here in his arms. There were things she desperately wanted to tell him... and it might have been the first time since she lost her voice that she had ever actually wanted to speak. She was usually able to get across the things she really wanted to say without using words, but the things she was feeling were so beautiful and intense that she was starting to feel a burning need to say them aloud, as if that was the only way to keep them from exploding inside her. And yet, she still did not speak. She kept her mouth quiet, and just followed his movements as he began to dance with her. Maybe... just maybe she would right something for him instead. |
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Post by Cameron Wilder on Apr 27, 2010 19:03:57 GMT -5
Cameron only nodded until he figured out how to unstick his tongue from the roof of his mouth. "I won't tell him. I wasn't going to, anyway."
No... although he and Elliot were best friends, this was dangerously close to venturing into the 'You're doing what with my little sister!?' zone, and Cameron was smart enough to try and stay out of those situations. Besides, he had purely innocent intentions. Right? Of course he did. Innocent and platonic.
"I'm glad you agreed, though. Really."
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Savannah Lyons
Seventh Year[M:10]
Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and cannot remain silent.
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Post by Savannah Lyons on Apr 27, 2010 19:22:43 GMT -5
It wasn't even that Savannah didn't want Elliot to know or that she was trying to be sneaky. It was more complicated than that. If Cameron told Elliot, or even if Savannah told him herself, it would be like asking his permission. And she didn't want Elliot's permission. Whether he would approve of her going or not didn't matter. She didn't want it to feel like his decision whether she went anywhere with Cameron... she wanted it to be her own decision. Other girls made their own decisions, and Savannah was just so tired of having no control over her own life. She wanted to make her own decisions. And while this was just a small step, it was an important one.
"What's your mother like?" she asked.
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Post by Cameron Wilder on Apr 27, 2010 19:34:31 GMT -5
Cameron laughed at the question. "Merlin, you're gonna make me sound like a sap or something. I don't know, she's cool."
That's what boys said when asked questions like that, but Cameron knew this wasn't the answer Savannah wanted or expected. So what did he say? That his mother was, hands down, the most amazing woman he'd ever known?
"She's strong, you know? Had to be, raising me. And talented and really confident. She's got a heart of gold, though, and... yeah. She's unapologetic. That's my favorite word for her."
At least that didn't sound like some kind of greeting card.
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Savannah Lyons
Seventh Year[M:10]
Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and cannot remain silent.
Posts: 326
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Post by Savannah Lyons on Apr 27, 2010 21:51:39 GMT -5
It was so typical of him to try and play it cool. She hadn't really expected him to wax poetic about his mother, and what he did say spoke volumes to her. Did he realize how lucky he really was?
"She sounds wonderful," Savannah said sincerely. "I can't wait to meet her."
She still felt strangely nervous about the whole thing, but she tried not to let it show. It would be fine.She just wished she knew why he wanted to take her there in the first place.
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Elliot Lyons
Seventh Year[M:10]
Don't let this end now Slow this dance down I could stay here all night Forever
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Post by Elliot Lyons on May 23, 2010 15:55:56 GMT -5
Ingrid was content to just stay here in his arms. There were things she desperately wanted to tell him... and it might have been the first time since she lost her voice that she had ever actually wanted to speak. She was usually able to get across the things she really wanted to say without using words, but the things she was feeling were so beautiful and intense that she was starting to feel a burning need to say them aloud, as if that was the only way to keep them from exploding inside her. And yet, she still did not speak. She kept her mouth quiet, and just followed his movements as he began to dance with her. Maybe... just maybe she would right something for him instead. Ingrid was a different sort of girl. He didn't know how to explain it. She made him want to just act out, like he never did before. She made him want to become himself, not someone that he had to pretend to be. Now, he had a stronger feeling to try out for the Ravenclaw Quidditch team next season. He had no idea if he was good enough or not because he hadn't exactly played other than if it were just him and Cameron doing something. However, he wanted to do something, he had to do something. Elliot closed his eyes and started to hum a tune that popped into his head. Ingrid was his life perserver in the big world and he was going to show her that he was grateful. |
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Ingrid Regan
Seventh year[M:10]
She don't got a lot to say, but there's something about her....
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Post by Ingrid Regan on May 25, 2010 18:41:08 GMT -5
She liked when he hummed. He had a nice voice, deep and soothing, and she pressed closer to him so that she could feel the sound of his voice resonating inside his chest. It was a soft rumbling sound that reminded her of something she had heard a long, long time ago.
It reminded her of when she was a little girl and her father would hold her in his arms as he sang her to sleep. Like Elliot, his voice had been warm and deep, though tinged with his thick Scottish brogue. To this day, whenever a man spoke in a Scottish accent, she turned, looking for her father. Elliot didn't have the same accent, but his voice was just as soothing.
It made Ingrid wonder what her own voice sounded like. She had not used it in so long that even she forgot what it sounded like.
For the first time since her father's death, Ingrid almost felt tempted to test out the voice that had been silent for so long. She had so many things she wanted to tell Elliot. She opened her mouth as if to speak... but then she closed it again. No. Not yet. Soon, maybe she would speak. But not yet.
Instead she closed her eyes and sighed contentedly as she listened to the rumbling of Elliot's chest.
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