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Post by Cerys Anwyl on Jan 7, 2010 4:39:47 GMT -5
*the last couple days were rough* *it was a typical job* *a few nicks* *some scrapes here and there* *things she had done a thousand times* *once she got over her hangover and the screaming dictator downstairs she should have been able to do it with her eyes closed* *she couldn't stop thinking, though* *every time she held the wand in her hands she couldn't stop thinking* *remembering a boy named Jacob she used to know* *back when her parents were alive* *back when his were* *a time she had spent years learning to push away* *back to the back of her mind where only dreams brought it back* *she used to babysit him* *he was the sweetest little boy* *his sister was crazy*
*could it really be him..?* *she hoped not* *even he wasn't enough to make the memories worth it* *she just wanted this to go away*
*somehow she got the work done* *it was top quality like anything else she did* *but it took a lot more work* *it completely mentally drained her* *sorry for being a little short Cosette* *not Drystan*
*once she finished the wand she wrapped it up* *hoping to tuck it out of her life forever* *there was a little problem, though* *payment* *Drystan never let her forget it* *she had never discussed paying with him* *and she couldn't send it to him without knowing she would get payed in return* *not to mention she didn't have the slightest loose change to send it* *she didn't have an owl of her own*
*all these things rolling around in her mind, Cerys finally gave up* *her mind was racing and she needed to get out anyways* *get a little fresh air* *slipping into one of her usual black dresses* *she fussed with her hair a bit* *before finally giving up* *she grabbed her cloak* *old, long, and flowing black* *and made her way to the school*
*the walk was nice* *brisk, nearly winter air* *it's overcast, possibly threatening rain* *it helped a little* *but now that she's at the entrance of the school she's realizing she has no idea where to go* *maybe someone knows him...?*
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Post by J.L. Vann on Jan 7, 2010 5:03:31 GMT -5
((Jacob Leland Vann does NOT do asterisk. Just no.))
It had been difficult. Every waking second he was reminded of just who he'd left his wand with. He was certain of it now, no matter how much he tried to deny it. It was Cerys. His sisters friend.
Friend. That was quite the term. Anything Alexus held close like Cerys you couldn't call a real friend. She'd just been a toy. People were toys to her. Things she played with to ease the boredom between foul acts. J.L. was one of those too. A toy.
Not now. Neither of them were. No. And neither of them were supposed to be in this situation. Together, in the same town. He knew she didn't want to think about it just as much as he didn't want to think about it. But here they were. And it was driving him insane.
Since seeing her again he hadn't gotten much sleep. Unable to last long through the night without being waken by awful dreams. Night terrors that were all too real. The scars to prove them still hidden underneath his clothes and in his mind. His concentration was shot in class. And Quidditch practice was all but useless. Sterling had noticed and pulled him aside to talk about it. Sterling talked. J.L. didn't listen. His mind was still trying to find something new to think about. Something less painful. But it wouldn't work.
He brought the cigarette to his lips, inhaling the slow acting toxin as he sat on the steps to a building he really didn't have any classes in. It was a terrible habit. Not one he really ever thought about. Not one he relied on most days. This was different, though. This particular one had to be his fifth during the day. He was stressed.
And he had yet to get his wand back.
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Post by Cerys Anwyl on Jan 7, 2010 5:21:29 GMT -5
((Well, sick Manda does. And so does Cerys.))
*walks up to the school* *considering checking the name* *but knows exactly who she's looking for* *stops* *and looks around* *hoping for someone who could point her in the right direction* *after a bit she spots someone sitting on the stairs* *and walks over* *adjusts her cloak a bit* *it's not so cold that she needs it wrapped completely around here*
"Excuse me."
*she doesn't notice until it's too late* *then it feels like the air has been pulled out of her* *everything slows down again* *like when he walked into the shop*
"Oh..."
*it's all she can manage*
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Post by J.L. Vann on Jan 7, 2010 5:31:19 GMT -5
((Yeah well nyeh.))
He wasn't sure what he was supposed to do about it. She'd never told him the price. But she had mentioned sending it to him....Fuck. He just didn't know.
Was he supposed to go down and get it? He couldn't do that. That was out of the question. He would just have to wait until she- -
The cigarette fell from his fingers, landing on the ground in front of him, completely lost from his mind. All he could think of now was the woman in front of him. The woman who had caused all his plaguing thoughts.
. . .
Er. He cleared his throat a bit, trying to get something to come out. Anything productive. Anything at all.
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Post by Cerys Anwyl on Jan 7, 2010 5:33:47 GMT -5
*good job*
*looks down* *staring at her heeled feet for a moment* *she would like to just throw the wand at him* *and turn around and run* *that won't work though* *she needs the rent money* *bad*
*brushes a bit of hair out of her face* *and looks back up at him* *just be professional, Cerys* *this probably isn't even him*
"I'm sorry, I knew I said I would send it to you but... um, I... forgot to talk about paying... all that..."
*smooth*
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Post by J.L. Vann on Jan 7, 2010 5:36:41 GMT -5
Nothing would come out. It wasn't his fault. This was all a very difficult situation for him. His mind had yet to start working again.
"Oh."
Finally a response of some sort. Not intelligent, but a response none the less. She needed payment. He had some money on him. Probably not enough. But he had some.
"Uh...How much?"
They had this down.
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Post by Cerys Anwyl on Feb 14, 2010 23:58:42 GMT -5
*Why does his voice make her heart race like that?* *When Jacob was a little boy his voice was the voice of a little boy* *Something about it is familiar, though* *She knows it is*
*All the strength she normally forces to the surface as a strong, independent woman is sinking faster than she knew it could* *She feels meek* *Lost* *Even scared* *This is not the Cerys everyone knows* *This is Cerys though* *This is the Cerys Alexis knew* *And Jacob*
*She peeks up at him through long, thick eyelashes* *She forced herself to put makeup on this morning* *As opposed to the last couple days* *She drops her eyes again* *Murmuring her usual price*
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Post by J.L. Vann on Feb 15, 2010 0:06:38 GMT -5
This is almost too much. It was impossible. This was Cerys. He knew this was Cerys. Neither of them wanted to admit it. But there was no way around it. She was the same. Older. But she hadn't changed enough for him not to know.
He nodded when she spoke. Noting the price. He'd have to go to his dorm, unfortunately. Maybe he'd have to pay in two amounts.....
"How have you been, Cerys?" The words came out before he could stop himself. But whatever. The jig was up.
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Post by Cerys Anwyl on Feb 15, 2010 0:11:20 GMT -5
*Her eyes snap up* *And she stares at him* *Her face is stoic* *But her eyes are as wide and shocked as they've ever been*
*For a while she just stares* *She can't help it* *This is Jacob* *The way he said her name...* *Different tone but this is him*
"I... Jacob you're..."
*She doesn't even know how to finish that sentence* *She still can hardly believe he's really sitting there in front of her*
"You're... smoking."
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Post by J.L. Vann on Feb 15, 2010 0:15:07 GMT -5
They needed to stop playing games.
If she wasn't Cerys, and he wasn't Jacob, then they could go on their ways. But they both knew.
. . .Jacob. No one called him Jacob. He hated that name. It made him nauseous. But when she said it...it wasn't so bad.
Heh. His eyes moved down to the cigarette on the ground.
"I was."
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Post by Cerys Anwyl on Feb 15, 2010 0:18:22 GMT -5
*She doesn't know how not to play this game* *She's been avoiding her life since her parents died* *If it weren't for her grandmother she would have dropped her last name and started new*
*Glances at the cigarette* *Trying to make her eyes less wide* *They just look that but right now they're just in shock*
"That's... bad for you."
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Post by J.L. Vann on Feb 15, 2010 0:20:45 GMT -5
Unfortunately they both had some skeletons to deal with right now. J.L. didn't want to. In fact, he'd deny every part of his life that wasn't just him and Cerys. And even then he'd ignore some of that too. But she was right in front of him.
And he couldn't help the bit of a laugh that came out. Did she really just say that?
"Least of my worries in life."
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Post by Cerys Anwyl on Feb 15, 2010 0:22:34 GMT -5
*He laughs* *And she calms down a little more* *Her face relaxes until she almost smiles* *Glancing back down at her feet*
*After a moment she glances up* *Stepping forward* *And reaching out to barely touch his cheek with her fingertips* *She just needs to know*
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Post by J.L. Vann on Feb 15, 2010 0:27:44 GMT -5
It was such an absurd thing to say. That it's not good for him. From anyone else it may have been concern. But from Cerys, who knew, it couldn't be taken seriously.
She relaxed a bit, and so did he. Not even realizing what he'd done to the situation.
Cerys stepped forward, and part of J.L's mind froze. Her fingers touched his cheek and everything was too real again. He hated it. Hated it and didn't want it to stop all at the same time.
It took a moment or two for him to realize he hadn't been breathing and finally take a breath.
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Post by Cerys Anwyl on Feb 15, 2010 0:31:13 GMT -5
*Her fingers touch his cheek* *Skin* *Warm* *Real*
*She has to work very hard to keep her own breathing normal* *She's so fucking close to him*
*Again she moves* *A little closer* *Fingers giving way for her palm to rest on his very, very real cheek*
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