bludhavensbluebird:

      Her question is easy to answer in theory but he knows his words have to be careful because even the slightest slip of tongue and she’d catch him dead in his tracks. It’s almost like it’s a game between them of sorts, beginning and ending with him trying to dodge the traps she’d carefully laid out for him. She didn’t trust him but it was almost like a predisposed dislike, something he had always assumed had to do with his well known parentage. Clearly his deduction was wrong if she didn’t even know who Bruce was but that just made him wonder even more. ❛Goal? No. A goal implies you can be conquered and I feel sorry for anyone who thinks you’re some object to be ‘conquered’. Not messing up in front of you was the goal. One I completely failed at but hey, I coulda done worse.❜  Lips lift into a small smile at his own admittance at the end.

        Her gaze drops and for a moment his heart does the same out of fear her reaction would be the same as near everyone else’s. But it wasn’t, it was kinder, more genuine underneath something that seemed to be fear of her own. ❛Could have been worse I guess. I have a home now, I go to school here with all you fine people and how many people in my position could say that? I’m lucky if anything and not the kind you get from any bottle of liquid luck.❜ But also because he’d rather do anything than spill his ‘daddy issues’ to her and scare her off faster than his greeting almost had. That was a vault even he refused to open. Slowly but surely, the smile finds it’s way back to his lips, a small breathless chuckle escaping him at her words. ❛So you need the utmost patience to deal with me huh? You’d be right. I had two left feet it’s a miracle I caught on. What about you? I’m pretty sure you didn’t learn overnight even though you are a natural.❜ 

   She tried to hold back a smile as he told her she was not an object to be won, she tried very very hard not to be what he had said she was not but still the compliment of her stubbornness had won her over. She’d never tell him, not with words in the least. The tiniest hint of a smile and whatever blush came with it was hidden away like a treasure he was not to have as she looked off to the side once more evading his gaze for something less…intense. “You coulda done worse?” It was a dry question with the same horribly sharp humor she’d always thrown at him despite the tiny display of comradely she’d offered, and hopefully hidden, purely on chance. “I would have liked to see that.”

It was something so intimate to tell someone that outwardly detested him so, the death of his parents a casual checkpoint in the conversation, she could only imagine two reasons why: it was simple a stated fact, something he’d ingrained within himself or he was going to pity points. The optimist in her, a girl he had admittedly not seen so far in her more then pessimistic view on him for his house robes, liked to believe it was the first. She thought him sad and she thought herself terrible for making him drag it up. She thought it more then generous that her thumb should glided over his cheek and she linger in that touch for a moment more to make up for her wrong doings. “I didn’t mean to bring it up here of all places. I’m real sorry.” There was a pause, she practically held her breath when he asked. Could something simple as where she learned to dance give her away? Surely they had to have dance school in the wizarding world. “I.…-uhh…” Her stumbling towards an answer was painful for both who had to listen and for her as her teeth crunched down on her bottom lip, “I learned.”

Nailed it.

Feb 21 0:02 ( ♥ 25 )