bludhavensbluebird:

     ❝Well I guess I’m still learning how to respond to one.❞

    The lightest of chuckles escapes him and oddly enough for him, he finds himself hoping she doesn’t think he’s weird for being as amazed by this as he was. Why did he even CARE about what she thought? He never cared much about others’ perception of him so what changed? Of course, he really does know the answer he’s just far too proud to admit it.

    Gosh she was pretty, the way her smile seemed to light up the room, how her hair never seemed to be quite tame, dipping over her shoulders with tight little curls. He knows those thoughts are dangerous, knows thoughts like that could get in the way of work and tries to cast them aside as if they were nothing. Easier said than done though.

     ❝In person? No. This is definitely a first. I guess you’re showing my a LOT of 
       firsts today though.❞

      His smile was odd and fascinating; a wonder of the world one couldn’t pick apart with all the math and science and computers on it. She could joke that technological advance was the only thing that could summon that smile but they way his eyes followed her was far too heavily to even begin formulating the words. It was why her gaze dropped and her bottom lip was clamped down on, a bashful acceptance of his piercing stare as a single hand reached out and waited for him to grab it as long as she could be patient. Her head tilted as though she was genuinely curious about something or another but she did not meet his eyes when she spoke, “Firsts? Don’t get too frisky in front of the guests!”

The way she grabbed his hand, low on that famed patience, and smiled had some extra cheek as she shook off. Her brief fit of timidness had passed and in it’s wake she looked into his eyes with fire rimming brown iris’ before tugging him further into the party. The previous statement was far from innocent on it’s own and being she was her and nothing could be left without a flare of drama and he was him, which was to say he was gorgeous, she pressed on, “I made the cake myself. It’s kosher. Bet you’ve never had that before! Store bought is so…well you’ll get it.”

There’s a gesture grand and sweeping as she motions to the cake with a ‘Happy Birthday! (:’ written in sloppy blue frosting. The smiley was nothing more then passive aggression on her part for all the times he’d been rude to her and she hoped he’d over look it in his stupor. Beautiful and dumb. She truly feared this might be the man-boy-of her dreams.

Oct 29 2:01 ( ♥ 27 )