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Post by Iris Elliot on May 9, 2012 21:15:53 GMT -5
"It's a pleasure to meet both of you." Iris said with a smile. "Thank you for the invitation,It was interesting to not only meet people that Dylan knew, but to know their names and to eat lunch with them was something she had not planned for at all. It wasn't like her and Dylan were close by any means, but he had still given her the impression that he was very much a loner when it came to all people.
"Dawn, Elijiah, I was wondering if I could just speak to Dylan alone for just one minute. Is it okay if we meet you inside?" She hoped she didn't sound rude, but she didn't know another time that she would be with Dylan. She really had no idea the next time that he would be at the bookstore. She smiled calmly, but her insides were reproducing butterflies and she was playing with her fingers nervously. She probably could have picked a better time, especially since she didn't know how he was going to react to what she was about to do, but she wanted to go ahead and get it out of the way.
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Post by Elijah on May 10, 2012 18:35:50 GMT -5
Elijah looked to Dylan and there was a smile apparent in his eyes. Now they were even. If Dylan decided to tease Elijah about Dawn, he could tease right back about Iris.
"Yes ma'am," he spoke politely. He gave one last glance to Dylan then placed his hand in the middle of Dawn's back. "Let's go ahead in and see if we can find a table." The moment Elijah placed his hand on Dawn's back, his hand felt like it was on fire, but he didn't move it. He knew he had to keep his cool and stay collected to avoid any questionable looks.
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Post by Dylan Woods on May 10, 2012 21:55:58 GMT -5
Dylan must have turned about 50 shades of red. He hadn't expected it when he left his little cabin, but now he was about to have lunch with Elijah and his mysterious lady friend... and Iris. This was all kinds of awkward, and he desperately wished he had decided to stay home today. But when he looked at Iris with her warm eyes and gentle smile, how could he possibly regret that he was standing here with her?
He barely noticed as Elijah made his exit with Dawn, promising to meet them inside. He was instead very studiously staring at his own feet, wishing he had proper shoes to wear.
Once they were alone, though, Dylan finally chanced another look at Iris. She was so pretty, and so refined and delicate... he should run away, as fast as he could. But he was rooted to the spot.
"Er... what did you want to talk to me about?" he asked.
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Post by Iris Elliot on May 11, 2012 11:12:52 GMT -5
Iris waved as Dawn and Elijah walked away surprised again by the rush of relief as Elijah touched the small of Dawn's back. She didn't want to admit that she had been jealous when she saw Dawn with Dylan, but it was obvious that she had. Iris decided not to dwell on that. It would make her feel guilty and it was obvious that her and Elijah had a thing going on anyways.
Iris turned towards Dylan and immediately was at a loss. She never noticed, but he had strong jaw. It was attractive. She felt herself blush.Get with it Iris. She thought to herself and she smiled outwardly. "They make a cute couple." She said referring to Dawn and Elijah. "Are they together?" She was obviously trying to make small talk, but she knew Dylan wouldn't talk about himself.
"Er... what did you want to talk to me about?" Iris dug through her purse and pulled out a small pouch. "It's not that I wanted to talk really. Although, I do enjoy talking to you very much, don't get me wrong. Anyways, it's just that I wanted you to have this. It's for helping me at the shop. It's not much. It's just something small until we work out something more permanent. That is, if you want too. No pressure. It's just that books don't feel like they'll be enough..." Iris trailed off blushing furiously. Dylan just saw first hand what it was like when Iris got nervous. She rambled. A lot. Rather than talk anymore, she grabbed his hand, set the pouch in it, and closed his fingers around it. "Just take it please."
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Post by Dylan Woods on May 12, 2012 23:47:27 GMT -5
Dylan gave just the slightest glance toward Elijah and Dawn's retreating forms. He didn't really know much more about the situation than Iris did. He knew that Elijah had been unusually shy and flustered in Dawn's presence, and that Dawn seemed to get breathless when she looked at Elijah, but he didn't know how close they really were or what kind of relationship they had. A few minutes ago, he had found the entire situation highly entertaining. But now, he wasn't really interested in the two of them at all. He couldn't look away from Iris.
"I don't know," he mumbled vaguely.
Any further discussion of Elijah and Dawn was quickly abandoned, however. Iris began talking about wanting him to have something and held out a small pouch. His eyes fixed on it, confused. He didn't want anything else from her... the books were enough. That was all he had wanted when he came into town... money to buy more books. And the way he felt about Iris, it somehow felt wrong even to accept books as payment, when all he'd really done was have lunch with her.
He was prepared to reject her offer, to decline whatever was in the little pouch, but then she reached out and took his hand, and Dylan was unable to think about anything at all. He stared at her hand, pressed against his own closed hand, only dimly realizing that she had placed the pouch in his hand and was making him take it.
"I-I...." he stammered, somehow unable to form a coherent sentence. "You... I... Er.... Th-thank you."
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Post by Iris Elliot on May 14, 2012 10:59:14 GMT -5
His hands were warm and Iris was sad to notice that hers felt rather cold when she pulled away. She mentally shook herself and told herself that getting flustered in front of him would only make him more uncomfortable. Being a big pile of mush was good for no one. So on the outside, she smiled gratefully and sighed.
"I know. You don't want it. I can tell. But, you are doing me a huge favor by helping around the shop. I mean after all, I'm by myself there." She shrugged and let another smile grace her lips. "I'm by myself all the time. You help me more than just lifting boxes."
Iris, before she could completely regret the word vomit that tumbled from her mouth, turned and face the restaurant, looking over her shoulder and calling to Dylan, "Would you like to go to lunch now?"
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Post by Dylan Woods on May 15, 2012 0:00:13 GMT -5
His hand clenched around the pouch. It was small and soft and made of a velvety material, yet compared to that brief touch of her hand, it felt cold, hard, and empty. He wished it was her hand that he was holding and not the little pouch, which was apparently filled with money. Money he didn't deserve, didn't need. But instead of giving it back to her, he found himself stuffing it in one of his ragged pockets. Maybe he could use it to buy some proper clothes, so he wouldn't look like a hobo next to her.
"Th-thanks," he said again. His tongue felt thick, and he had trouble forming the word.
He was extremely glad that Elijah wasn't here at the moment, but now he was about to have lunch with him. At least Elijah would be distracted by Dawn, but it was still likely to be a very awkward meal.
"Uh, I guess so," he said, nodding slowly. He didn't think he could reasonably get out of it now, so he might as well get it over with.
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Post by Dawn Meade on May 15, 2012 0:20:12 GMT -5
Elijah looked to Dylan and there was a smile apparent in his eyes. Now they were even. If Dylan decided to tease Elijah about Dawn, he could tease right back about Iris. "Yes ma'am," he spoke politely. He gave one last glance to Dylan then placed his hand in the middle of Dawn's back. "Let's go ahead in and see if we can find a table." The moment Elijah placed his hand on Dawn's back, his hand felt like it was on fire, but he didn't move it. He knew he had to keep his cool and stay collected to avoid any questionable looks. Dawn blushed deeply when Elijah put his hand on her back. His hand felt warm to the touch, and it spread a warm feeling all through her. She liked it; it made her feel safe and protected. "Your friend seems nice," she said, trying to make conversation. "Is that his girlfriend? She's very pretty... I've seen her before. I think she works at the bookstore." |
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Post by Elijah on May 17, 2012 14:15:04 GMT -5
"Er.. I don't think so," Elijah commented. "I would know if he got a girlfriend. He never talked about her 'fore, so I don't think so, but I know he likes her." He gave a shrug. Of course, it was obvious that Dylan was interested in Iris. "And I think she likes him too. Seemed that way."
Of course, he could smell that Iris was somewhat nervous but that wasn't really his business to tell. He wasn't going to tell Dawn he could smell emotions or anything like that. She would probably think him crazy. For once in his life, he was worried about what someone else thought of him. He wanted to be normal for her.
"Dylan is also very shy."
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Post by Dawn Meade on Jun 5, 2012 0:14:57 GMT -5
It was easier to talk to him about his friends than it was to talk to him personally. She still felt her cheeks grow warm every time she looked into his eyes, but at least she could hide behind a relatively neutral topic.
"Well, they definitely like each other," she replied. "It's really obvious. And they'll make a good couple."
She blushed again as she said that last part. It felt almost like she was trying to hint at something... and maybe she was. But she didn't want him to think she was pushing him or anything. Instead, she shifted the subject a little bit awayt all talk of couples.
"Dylan seems nice. How do you know him? Are you close?"
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Post by Iris Elliot on Jun 6, 2012 9:35:41 GMT -5
His hand clenched around the pouch. It was small and soft and made of a velvety material, yet compared to that brief touch of her hand, it felt cold, hard, and empty. He wished it was her hand that he was holding and not the little pouch, which was apparently filled with money. Money he didn't deserve, didn't need. But instead of giving it back to her, he found himself stuffing it in one of his ragged pockets. Maybe he could use it to buy some proper clothes, so he wouldn't look like a hobo next to her. "Th-thanks," he said again. His tongue felt thick, and he had trouble forming the word. He was extremely glad that Elijah wasn't here at the moment, but now he was about to have lunch with him. At least Elijah would be distracted by Dawn, but it was still likely to be a very awkward meal. "Uh, I guess so," he said, nodding slowly. He didn't think he could reasonably get out of it now, so he might as well get it over with. Iris paused in the doorway so that her and Dylan could walk together and find his friends. It was around one o'clock so the restaurant was slightly crowded. People were walking everywhere and multiple dishes kept floating by. "There are your friends." She said, pointing a little ways ahead of them. They were off to the side obviously deep in conversation. Iris stole a glance towards Dylan and decided that a little more time alone with him was exactly what she wanted anyways. "Maybe we should just go find a seat and wave them over when they're ready." Iris said, motioning towards one of the empty booths. "It looks like they're caught up in each other anyway." She giggled. "I would feel so bad for interrupting them." Iris glanced back over her shoulder at his friends. "They are cute together. They'd make a good couple." She knew that she was probably fishing a little to find out what Dylan's take on love and dating was, but she couldn't help it. And she really doubted she could come right out and ask him. Yet, she was feeling rather guilty for it, so she decided that she would just change the subject...eventually. |
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Post by Dylan Woods on Jun 6, 2012 23:51:41 GMT -5
Dylan wasn't sorry that Iris didn't go straight to the table where Elijah and his friend were sitting. He could only see this lunch as being awkward and embarrassing, and he was happy to delay it. However, this meant that he was still alone with Iris, instead of being able to hide in the awkwardness of the situation.
He also didn't bother to correct her when she referred to them as his friends. She didn't need to know that he'd only just met Dawn moments before Iris had arrived, or that he and Elijah were barely friends. Instead, he found that the idea of having friends made him seem normal, and he wanted Iris to think he was normal. Maybe it was dishonest, but he genuinely believed she would turn away from him in disgust if she knew what he really was.
"Er... yeah, I guess," he agreed. Maybe it wasn't the answer she was fishing for, but he didn't know what else to say. "I don't know how well they know each other."
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Post by Elijah on Jun 12, 2012 8:05:48 GMT -5
It was easier to talk to him about his friends than it was to talk to him personally. She still felt her cheeks grow warm every time she looked into his eyes, but at least she could hide behind a relatively neutral topic. "Well, they definitely like each other," she replied. "It's really obvious. And they'll make a good couple." She blushed again as she said that last part. It felt almost like she was trying to hint at something... and maybe she was. But she didn't want him to think she was pushing him or anything. Instead, she shifted the subject a little bit awayt all talk of couples. "Dylan seems nice. How do you know him? Are you close?" Elijah smiled lightly. At the moment, he didn't even feel like teasing Dylan later about Iris. He nodded in agreement. "I think they do to. He's always quite. I think she makes him open up." Of course Dylan did talk to Elijah but they never really had serious conversations. Elijah usually gave Dylan a hard time. He grew quiet at the question of how he knew Dylan. He didn't want to tell her the whole truth just yet. Chasing her away was something he didn't want to do. For once, there was something that Elijah wanted to keep coming back to. He wanted to keep Dawn and not make her leave. "I met Dylan in the woods," he said. "We were fishing at the time when we ran into each other." That part was true. "We're somewhat close I suppose. He's actually sort of my best friend." Elijah rubbed the back of his neck at the realization. Dylan was the only friend he really had. |
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Post by Dawn Meade on Jun 20, 2012 23:20:38 GMT -5
Dawn thought it was sweet. When she was with Gretchen's pack, most of the males fought each other for no other reason than because they wanted to be "dominant." It got really bad after Buck had died, leaving the alpha male position vacant. But Gretchen made it clear that she was in charge and that she wasn't interested in sharing control with anyone. She'd kicked a few of the males out of the pack for fighting.
So for Dawn, the idea of men being friends seemed cute. Of course, she had no idea that Elijah was like her, or that Dylan was, either. Her long illness had made it so that her senses were often confused and she was just starting to relearn them.
"It's nice that you are friends. I don't know what I'd do without my best friend, Rochelle. She takes care of me. I was sick for a long time... I'm better now, but I still sometimes get terrible headaches."
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Post by Iris Elliot on Nov 8, 2012 20:20:36 GMT -5
"Well, it's obvious that they like each other." She said with a smile in their direction. "They seem oddly in tune with each other." She turned back to Dylan with a smile and a shrug. She couldn't say much more than that though because menus floated over to their table. She plucked one from mid-air.
"Have you ever eaten here before?" She questioned while scanning the menu. "I haven't, but some regulars at the store said that this place was great." However, she didn't recognize anything on the menu and that was going to be a problem. Iris was what you would call a "usual". As in, she liked to get her "usual" or what she got every time she went there. She frowned and pursed her lips, pressing a finger to them, dead giveaways that she was deep in thought.
"I think I may just get hot tea and wait till your friends join us to order. I'll need that extra time just to decide on what to eat." She said with a small giggle and shook her head at herself. She closed her menu and placed it next to her on the table. But as soon as she did that, she regretted it. Now how was she going to occupy her hands in order to distract herself from the awkwardness that was going to happen? After all, Iris was just silently watching Dylan from across the table with a small smile on her face.
Quickly ducking her head to hide her blush, she silently cursed herself. Why was she staring at him? And why did she find him so fascinating? And most importantly, why did he fluster her?
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Post by Dylan Woods on Nov 10, 2012 22:52:30 GMT -5
Dylan was fiddling with his own menu, staring down at the mostly unrecognizable terms. Anything to keep from looking into her eyes, where he'd surely get lost. At the moment, Elijah and Dawn were the absolute furthest things from his mind. They could take care of themselves, but for now, he was there with Iris and he had no idea what he was supposed to do.
"No... I've never really eaten in a restaurant before," he admitted. "I... uh.... I like to cook for myself."
He was actually quite a good cook, despite his meager resources. He did all of his own hunting, of course, and he had his vegetable garden, but he didn't have a regular stove or oven. He had to use the fire to do most of his cooking.
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Post by Elijah on Nov 12, 2012 15:56:32 GMT -5
Dawn thought it was sweet. When she was with Gretchen's pack, most of the males fought each other for no other reason than because they wanted to be "dominant." It got really bad after Buck had died, leaving the alpha male position vacant. But Gretchen made it clear that she was in charge and that she wasn't interested in sharing control with anyone. She'd kicked a few of the males out of the pack for fighting. So for Dawn, the idea of men being friends seemed cute. Of course, she had no idea that Elijah was like her, or that Dylan was, either. Her long illness had made it so that her senses were often confused and she was just starting to relearn them. "It's nice that you are friends. I don't know what I'd do without my best friend, Rochelle. She takes care of me. I was sick for a long time... I'm better now, but I still sometimes get terrible headaches." Hearing that she had a few health issues made Elijah feel more protective over her. In a way, maybe it was like a stalker (although Elijah had no idea what that term was or even meant), but he felt that he needed to keep an eye on her. Naturally, he was positive that she could possibly take care of herself, but it was just instinct to make sure she was okay and safe. "Do you have stuff to help those? What was wrong?" There was a noticeable concern in his voice. |
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Post by Dawn Meade on Nov 16, 2012 23:22:40 GMT -5
Dawn was used to people trying to take care of her. Gretchen's pack had done their best to take care of her, and she appreciated that. But their idea of taking care f her had probably kept her from getting well. By not taking her to a doctor, they definitely hadn't really helped her. And now that se was finally well, she was trying very hard to learn how to tke care of herself.
"I do take medicine for it now. The... people I was with before... thry thought it was safer for me to stay with them ad not see a doctor... I had a memory problem from a botched spell tht made me sick whenever I tried to remember."
Her eyes looked sad at this, but she smiled softly. "I'm much better than I used to be. I was practically an invalid before."
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Post by Elijah on Nov 16, 2012 23:55:29 GMT -5
Elijah felt a low growl that wanted to form in his throat at the mention that the people she was with before didn't really help her; however, he kept quiet. Without a thought, he reached out and touched her cheek. "I'm sorry," he said a little gruffly. Elijah was trying to keep his temper in check. He looked at her and tilted his head to the side a little and give a smile. "At least you're better now. I don't think you could ever really be an invalid." He wasn't exactly sure what an invalid was but whatever it was, Dawn was too nice and too pretty to be one.
After a moment, Elijah removed his hand from her cheek. He was highly relieved that Dylan wasn't there at the moment. There was almost a shy like expression on Elijah's face. "You seem to be takin' good care of yourself. You like nice, well I mean I think you're pretty." He tripped over his words during his last sentence. He looked away for a moment to the ground and scratched the back of his neck, a little flustered. If Elijah didn't know any better, he thought he actually lightly blushed.
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Post by Dawn Meade on Nov 18, 2012 0:43:28 GMT -5
When Elijah touched her cheek, Dawn felt warm all over. She used to feel that way before one of her "fits," which Madam Pomfrey called a "seizure." Only this time, she didn't have that horrible sick, shaky feeling... instead, she felt strangely giddy. Like she was floating--no, flying--and watching her body from up above. And yet, she felt everything, the soft tingle of his hand on her cheek. For a moment, she thought she might be sick... but she liked it. How did that make any sense at all?
She smiled shyly, looking up at him through lowered lashes. No one had ever told her that she was pretty... not like that. No one had ever made her feel pretty... like she was special. For a long time, she had thought she was a problem to her friends, but Elijah made her feel like she mattered. It was a nice feeling.
"Thank you," she said. "You look... nice, too."
Was it appropriate to say a boy looked pretty? He was, at least she thought he was. She liked looking at him and to see him looking back at her like she was the prettiest girl in the world. But she had no idea how she was supposed to act around a boy like Elijah. She would have to ask Rochelle for advice later, but for now, she just hoped she didn't say the wrong thing.
"A year ago, I wouldn't have been able to sit here and have this conversation with you. I couldn't even go very far on my own, because I'd get a headache and forget how to get back. But it's fine now... I just have to take medicine every day, and I get stronger each day."
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