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Post by Damon Salvatore on May 12, 2006 18:57:57 GMT -5
Damon laughed, though it was different now, somewhat more mysterious, darker, and a bit seductive... He smiled and sat up, his arms wrapped around his knees, chin resting on his arms. A half smile was on his face now, his grey eyes upon her...
"And I know it all too well" he whispered.
He had blocked out the rain, the dusty room, the broken furniure and tatterd books, in fact the only thing he saw was her...
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Post by Fayre Nibal on May 12, 2006 21:58:15 GMT -5
Fayre turned in the chair and threw her legs over the side of the chair.
"Oh is that so?"
Fayre asked in a flirty tone as she stared into his cool, gray eyes. A shudder ran down her spine as she looked into the dark depths. He had many secrets, tucked away inside himself, of this Fayre was sure. She smirked and watched him with equal intensity that Damon showed. They had only just met, but it felt as if it had been a life time...
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Post by Damon Salvatore on May 13, 2006 12:18:35 GMT -5
Damon smiled, enjoying her 'mysterious nature' but did not respond.
Instead he lay back on the couch and nodded confirming that he did know. From somwhere above them, the lock tower rang six times, signaling the time for dinner. Within seconds the sound of footsteps echoed above them. Damon didnt move, he hatedeating dinner so early in the day, and he had his own food from the kitchens stored away in his trunk in the common room. He often at around ten, when he was finished with his essays and homework. He glanced up breifly, to see if Fayre was going to leave for dinner...
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Post by Fayre Nibal on May 14, 2006 19:25:29 GMT -5
Fayre, not feeling to hungry yet decided to stay put. She really hated the fact that they ate dinner at 6 pm and that everyone was forced into eating together. She'd prefere being able to eat as she pleased throughout the day just by visiting the kitchens and asking for food. She sighed as a mad rush of feet could be heard from nearby.
"Uggg... Why must they all be so noisy when heading to dinner?"
Fayre asked slightly annoyed with the large amount of noise outside the classroom. Her blue eyes soon found thier gaze upon Damon, without even realizing...
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Post by Damon Salvatore on May 16, 2006 18:26:51 GMT -5
He was glad she had decided to stay, and he lay his head back down. "They are a bit loud, I agree"
He lifted one arm and rested it on the top of the backrest. His fingers ran their way over the worn leather, occasionally finding small holes and tears, where stuffing was starting to leak out. He pulled at a bit of the stuffing and it came out easily, though he hastily put it back in.
He sighed, and rolled over on his side after a while, moving his armn don beneath him, his fingers tracing the patterns in the rug. He had had a rug like this in his family rug back at home, but his father had gotten rid of it when his mothers blood had stained its surfac. His father died soon after that, though Damon had never felt particularly sorry that he was dead.
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Post by Fayre Nibal on May 16, 2006 18:50:40 GMT -5
Fayre found the room suddenly quite cold. She shivered slightly as a small smirk fell over her lips. She stood aburptly from her chair next to the couch. She sat on the arm rest of the couch by Damon's head, as if wanting to be closer to him.
Fayre looked around the room once again, few items catching her eyes. Some reminded her of home back in the states, some just caught her eye. She was one of those people who could amuse themselves for hours, if forced. A smirk was still spread across her lips, for really no reason at all...
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Post by Damon Salvatore on May 16, 2006 19:14:16 GMT -5
"You cold?" Damon asked suddenly looking up. His grey hooded sweatshirt lay at his feet, he had taken it off earlier. He picked it up and held it out to her. He sat up and moved over, making room for her to sit down if she wished to. He still stared at the rug, as it brought back memories he forgot he ever had, memories that would d best to be forgotten. He shook his head and looked up at her.
"Sorry..." he said apologizing for his lack of coversation. "I was just thinking..." he said trailing off. He sat back and put his feet up on the low tabled in front of him.
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Post by Fayre Nibal on May 16, 2006 20:52:54 GMT -5
"I'm okay for now."
That was Fayre's first responce to Damon's question as she slipped down into the couch next to Damon. Even though they weren't touching, she could still feel a calming warmth being radiated from him. She urged to move closer, but kept herself from doing so.
"It's alright."
Fayre later responded to Damon's lack of conversation, she really didn't mind quiet as long as she had company. Damon had seemed to become confortable around Fayre, more loose and calm than he first had upon entering the classroom and Fayre had all the same. Something that was good for a new friendship?...
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Post by Damon Salvatore on May 17, 2006 20:32:12 GMT -5
Damon nodded and threw the sweatshirt over onto the coffe table that his feet were propped up on.
"Take it whenever you want" he told her.
Though the pair of them were quiet, Damon enjoyed her presence, next to him, occasionally talking. He was calm around Fayre, more so then he was around other girls at least.
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Post by Fayre Nibal on May 18, 2006 17:13:13 GMT -5
"Thanks"
Fayre replied simply, a large smile spread over her lips. Her hair fell freely over her face and her blue eyes staring into Damon's. She was at peace for now. This was something of a compliement to Damon, due mainly to Fayre's usual ancy nature. She relaxed into the comfort of the couch and let out a content sigh. All was well for now...
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Post by Damon Salvatore on May 18, 2006 18:07:14 GMT -5
Damon nodded in responce. A contented smile played over his lips.
"No problem" he murmered. The noise outside had quieted down some, and he was more at ease, the fear of being discovered passed away. He hated when people stepped in on im when he was in a room, and he hopped Fayre had not minded.
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Post by Fayre Nibal on May 18, 2006 18:30:53 GMT -5
Fayre looked over at Damon noticing that the noise of people outside the room had died down. Her pure blue eyes looked with a glance not often seen within her gaze. She had nothing to say, which was a first, but the quite wasn't bad now. She wondered what would happen between Damon and herself over time as they became better friends...
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Post by Damon Salvatore on May 18, 2006 18:38:56 GMT -5
Damon played with his wand, twirlling it between his fingers, amusing hmself. It wasnt that he was bored, he rarely ever was. He suddenly felt like he had known Fayre much longer then a few short minutes. Much longer. He glanced over at her, a slight smile on his face.
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Post by Fayre Nibal on May 18, 2006 18:47:52 GMT -5
"What's with the smile?"
Fayre asked in a flirty tone. Her blue eyes staring deep into Damons'. It was almost as if she was looking for something within his eyes. Something unseen, yet that made Damon real. She had a smile of her own still upon her face as she watched Damon closely. The cold of the room slowly getting to her...
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Post by Damon Salvatore on May 18, 2006 19:53:55 GMT -5
“Just looking at you” Damon replied. He putt an arm around her shoulder, his green eyes looking into her icy blue ones. He was happy, for the company, for heir friendship...though he secretly wished it could be more...at least he thought he did. He was confused, as he had known her for less then an hour, still...
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