~W/ast.ing my- ti.me~

[Ceara Mindelan]

It was peaceful out here, which was why she came out here so often. The only reason she came out here so often...or, at least, that's what she told herself. Ceara refused to admit that another reason she came out here so often was because this was where she'd first met Emlyn. She tried to convince herself that it had nothing to do with him, the reason she came out here so often, that she wasn't secretly hoping to see him again, but deep down she knew she was lying, and it sort of ashamed her. How had she fallen so deeply for him? For some random, shy, antisocial, easily embarrassed guy? Heck, just a month ago she'd thought she would never fall in love with a guy, and she'd been fine with that. Now she was sneaking off and coming to the docks, all because it was around the first place she'd met Emlyn and she was hoping to see him again.

Right now, Ceara stood at the end of one of the many docks, one that no ships were tied to. She just sort of stared across the ocean, feeling a little upset. Why? Because she didn't like being in love with Emlyn, because she knew nothing could ever happen between them. She was just hurting herself, this horrible and irreversible crush she had on Emlyn. They were too different, she didn't understand him and he didn't understand her. How could two people that were practically polar opposites ever get together? It was simple: They couldn't. Or, at least, that was what she believed. Why, then, had she fallen for him? What was so great about him? Was it that he was such an amazing fighter? Well...that and the muscular body were bound to have had some impact on the physical attraction, but was that it? Sure, she liked him, his personality, even if she didn't understand him, but that didn't mean she'd ever fall in love with a guy like him. It made no sense and was slowly driving her crazy, she was sure of it.

Two little boys were playing on the dock behind her, but she ignored them and they ignore her. Actually, come to think of it, ever since the last time Ceara had seen Emlyn, after their fight with Dahlia, she'd felt a little depressed, which was unusual for her? Why, though? Was it just the thought of Dahlia going around, being able to change into her or into Emlyn and play with their minds if she wanted, or did it have something to do with Emlyn? Perhaps it was both, like the thought of what Dahlia had done while in Emlyn's form. That memory was seriously plaguing her, invading her thoughts while she slept and while she was awake. Remembering it only upset her more, because she knew that Emlyn would never do something like that, would never run his fingers through her hair, would never kiss her or anyth--

Her thoughts were cut off as she heard a small cry from behind her. She whirled around in time to see one of the boys stumbling towards her. It seemed their playing had gotten a little physical, and one had pushed the other towards her. The boy was lucky she'd been there otherwise he'd have fallen off the dock and into the water. As it was, that small pushed that she received as he crashed into her was enough to make her stumble backwards, and the next thing she knew she'd fallen off the dock and into the water. Luckily she knew how to swim, so a moment later she resurfaced, spluttering out the water she'd accidentally inhaled. The boys were running off; she could hear their footsteps retreating off the dock at quick paces. Ingrates she thought, as she'd saved one from falling off the dock and fallen off herself, and all they could do was run off in fear of getting in trouble? That was nice of them.

She looked up- way up at the dock overhead and frowned, wondering how on earth she was going to get back up there. At least she knew how to swim, though, and she could keep herself afloat, otherwise she really would have been in trouble.

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Mood: Content
Notes: Heh! They can play in the water together! =D xD

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[Emlyn Zynooth]

He remembered a day when he had been able to find a spot to sit and think for hours and hours on end. He would be like a hermit or a philosopher, simply pondering everything and every possibility. Though he had never reached a conclusion to any situation he had dreamed up, it had been what he enjoyed and what he strived to do. Though he was a soldier, at heart he was a scholar, and those two sides of him clashed. But in the end, be preferred thinking to doing wand watching to playing and reading to fighting.

And he had always thought about things that didn't really matter, like how much of the water in rivers actually made it to the ocean and if most of it just ended up disappearing into the shore. What made the wind blow? Why were some people arrogant and others not? He loved to solve life's little riddles, and to spend as much of his time on them for he had plenty of it. He found no one bothered him as much when he had that intense look of deep thought on his look, and when he was well alone, he was happy.

But now that he had something to think about, something he actually needed to answer and explore every horizon of, he had no time to do so, no time in which he wasn't frantically running away from the conclusion he had to reach. It was within his grasp and he wanted to clench his fist around it, but then he didn't know whether he would then hold it to his heart or throw it as far away as humanly possible. It was frustrating and it tore through him like the claws of a caged bird of prey longing to be let out so it could fly and hunt again. But was that eagle, that falcon, the hawk...him, or what he wanted to be? An illusion of him that he knew would make his life easier? Perhaps there was a part of him that longed to be a hero, to be recognized, to be thanked and rewarded, and this longing existed even though there was no reason for it. Maybe if he ignored it, it would go away, or...the fires would smolder down and lure him into a false sense of security only to burst up into more fierce flames.

And that was when he tripped on the uneven boards of the dock and feel with his face over the edge.

This was not a wise place for thinking. There were too many places to fall off into the water and too many people to run into. Not to mention that when he did fall down he had been holding onto the reins on Treasure, who was now throwing a fit for Emlyn's unintentional visit to the ground had yanked his head down. And now Talisman was upset because Treasure was upset but she was also reveling in the fact that she had not suffered anything and she would be able to flout it in front of the equine later. Not that Emlyn was paying much attention to the soap opera of his animals. No, he was staring at the waters of the ocean falling up and down below him and realizing how close he'd been to tumbling right over, which would have pulled his horse over at well...and his cat. Thank god that hadn't happened, because thrashing around in the water with those two angry animals was not his idea of a fun time.

Muttering and cursing a little bit under his breath, he pushed himself off the ground, and looked right and left to make sure no one else had seen as he pat Treasure on the neck to make up for the sudden jolt. 'Note to Self: Save thinking for when not in movement.' This was just making the day go from bad to worse, and yes, the day had been bad so far. He had just been wandering about in a confused and irritable manner, biting the head off of anyone who so much acknowledged his presence.

But in his search to see if anyone had seen his marvelous display of grace, his chanced upon a strange golden glint in the water, which would have only made sense if the sun was setting or rising, neither of which were taking place. He cocked his head as he dropped Treasure's reins, trusting the gelding enough to assume he wouldn't just run away, and took a few steps closer until he was standing at the start of a dock that had no ship attached to it. Yes...there was something...at the edge...a head...a head?

Now he ran to the edge, heart thumping, wondering if it was a drowned body or something horrible like that, but when he peered over, he only saw Ceara, wait...Ceara? Ceara! Why the hell was she in the water? He could only assume it wasn't of her own accord, seeing as she seemed to be fully clothed, as least he hoped she was. But he didn't have time to worry about that if she was drowning, in fact, it was more of a natural instinct by now. He ripped off his boots and the outer coat he always wore and jumped in.

"Ceara!" he shouted, swimming over to her with wide and confused eyes, treading water using his powerful arms and legs. Now that he was in the water, he wondered why he had gotten in. He should've...oh...found a rope or something to pull her out. But that option was now obviously out of the question. Great...oh well. Reaching out, he grabbed under one of her shoulders to hold her up so she wouldn't suddenly drown on him. He had no idea if she could swim or how long she'd be able to. He'd have to think of something fast.

[Ceara Mindelan]

Ceara had always been a fairly strong swimmer, which she supposed now was a good thing. It made her feel a little bad about giving her parents hell when she was younger for making her take swimming lessons every day. She'd always thought they were pointless, a complete waste of time. However, she was glad now that she had. She'd already been here for at least five minutes, just treading water as she tried to think of a way to get out of the water. Most people probably would have been a little tired after five minutes of treading water, but she was still okay, luckily.

However, she still hadn't been able to figure out a way out of the water. She considered yelling for help, but she wasn't quite desperate enough for that yet. As soon as she'd hit the water, she'd shed off her boots and her coat, struggling out of them to keep herself afloat. She was glad she hadn't brought her sword out with her, instead only bringing a dagger, which she couldn't bring herself to drop to make herself lightly. The clothes were trying to drag her down, but sword fighting had made her stronger then most women, so five minutes later and she was still fine, even with the weight trying to drag her down. She considered herself lucky that the water wasn't freezing cold today, otherwise the real danger would have been of freezing to death, not getting tired and drowning.

She was still trying to figure out a way out when she heard a splash not far from her, and then heard a familiar voice shout her name. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw his blue hair first, coming towards her quickly, and then she zeroed in on his face and found that she was grinning stupidly, which she quickly forced away. "Emlyn?" She asked as he'd reached her. Yes, stupid question, but she was surprised that he was here. How did he always happen to come when she needed him? A little late most of the time, as with Dahlia (though, of course, Dahlia had found him that day) but still. She stared at him, and at the thought of Dahlia she caught herself wondering whether this was the real him or whether it was Dahlia.

She felt him grab her under the shoulder and she frowned, confused for a moment before realizing that he thought she was drowning. Well...that wasn't good. Only now did she realize that now not only was she stuck in the water, but he was, too, all because he'd thought she was drowning. Her initial reaction was to pull away...or it would have been with any other guy, or any other human period. But with Emlyn, she didn't want him to think she was trying to be mean or anything. "I'm okay, Emlyn." She said gently, which also surprised herself. She smiled at him, a little hesitantly, remembering what she'd been thinking about before. "Really, I can swim, I'm okay." She said.

She still didn't pull away, but her eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at him, a little suspiciously now. "You are Emlyn, aren't you?" She supposed that was probably a pretty dumb question. If he was actually Dahlia, would he actually say so? No, of course not. "I'd hug you, but...might be a little hard in the water." She said at an attempt at humour, grinning slightly.

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Words: 610
Mood: Content but tired
Notes: You may have noticed this before, Yules, but when I'm tired I make a billion spelling mistakes, so if I did in this post, sorry! xD

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[Emlyn Zynooth]

He blinked a couple of times to get the water out of his eyes, though it was also in shock, not only because he had thought Ceara was going to drown but at his own readiness to just jump in to get her. Didn't he usually plan these things out? Yes, he did. It was part of his default settings. He played life like a game of chess, taking as much time as he needed so that he'd win in the end...though that in itself didn't really work. It wasn't possible to win at life, not when the only conclusion was death.

He shook his head, sending droplets of water from his blue hair as it whipped about, shining sapphire-like in the sun, though he liked water, and swimming a lot. He liked the cold, and he liked how everyone's movements were slowed in the water, down to a speed that he could pause and analyze. It calmed him, down somehow, so even though he couldn't really see a way to get out, he wasn't panicked. He was everything but. He was actually...enjoying himself, feeling the smooth liquid on his bare arms.

"Okay," he laughed...wow, an actual laugh, one in which he actually opened his mouth. How rare were those? When had the last time even been? Had there even been a last time? When would he have laughed? Oh well, he was liking the water and Ceara was fine so why not? Huh...he kind of liked that attitude. Just smiling made him feel a bit more confident. Confidence was good, right? It was generally something that others liked to see...not that he cared about others or their opinion of him, of course, and he was only with Ceara, so it didn't matter.

Then she accused him of not being Emlyn. Oh great, he really shouldn't act confident, it was too out of character. She'd think he was actually Dahlia for sure...dammit! When she mentioned hugging he blushed only slightly, and thin dipped underwater for just a second to hide it, remembering when they had decided on that. What had they decided for making sure he was him? Of course, Treasure and Talisman...only he couldn't exactly bring them with him, unless Ceara really wanted to deal with a thrashing horse and a pissed-off cat.

"Talisman and Treasure, are, um...up there, can you see them?" he asked, confidence slowly edging away even as he continued to tread. He realized she must have been in there for awhile so he held her up higher so that most of her weight would be on his arm so she could rely on him more if she was getting tired. He knew by now she didn't like being helped much but he also didn't want her to push herself and knew she wouldn't ever tell him if she was tired, so he just took it on himself to assume the worst.

[Ceara Mindelan]

Ceara was surprised as he actually laughed, wondering whether she'd ever heard him laugh before. She was leaning towards a no, but of course she couldn't be sure. Still, she liked the sound of it, and she found herself smiling once again. She wanted to ask why he had jumped in after her, but she knew that would only embarrass him, so she decided not to ask that, either, instead just waiting on his answer on whether it was really him or not. She felt him lift her higher out of the water, and at the same time it bugged her, but it also made her feel a little touched. By now, he had to know that she didn't like accepting help much, though she would if she really needed it, and still he was trying to help her. Then again, that was just the way that Emlyn was, right? He was considerate and helpful like that.

Just the fact that he was lifting her up higher pretty much told her that it really was him, since if he was Dahlia he'd probably be trying to kill her by shoving her under the water, not lifting her out of it. Still, as he told her that Treasure and Talisman were up there, she nodded, satisfied that this really was him. Again, if it had been Dahlia, she wouldn't have known to even mention Treasure and Talisman. "No...but it's okay, I believe you." She said, though she did crane her neck to look back up at the docks. "Any ideas on how we're gonna get out?" She asked, though she was still smiling. It was strange, now that Emlyn was here she wasn't really worried at all. She'd been a little worried when she had been alone in the water about getting tired and drowning and things like that, but with her she wasn't at all worried. Maybe she was finally beginning to accept that he was going to protect her if he could, and that she couldn't stop him.

She wasn't sure why she did what she did next, but she felt sort of playful, and she didn't want to do anything too big like shove him under the water for a second in case he didn't like things like that, so instead she just stopped treading for a moment with one arm, though she continued to kick her feet and use her other arm to keep her up (and trusting that Emlyn would, also), and then, with her hand that was now out of the water, all she did was flick her fingers at him, making a few of the drops of water fly at him, before she laughed, grinning brightly at him. They would get out of the water eventually...why not play a little bit, first? At least, that was her way of thinking. She had no idea whether Emlyn was really the 'playful type', but she supposed she would soon find out, right?

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Words: 519
Mood: Content
Notes: Nada

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[Emlyn Zynooth]

He was relieved that she believed him, for this wasn't exactly the prime location to be worrying about whether they were actually them or not. And suppose one of them actually was Dahlia, they wouldn't be able to fight or do anything about it, so it didn't matter anyway. Dahlia and all thoughts of her could be shoved away and not mentioned. And who wanted to think about annoying changelings when he was in the water and feeling good and with Ceara? Not...not that the last part mattered very much at all, it was the water, yes, the water.

"Um...not really," he answered sheepishly, looking down slightly. It felt weird to not have thought of anything, yet...it also oddly made him feel free. He didn't have to stop doing anything just for the sake of making sure everything went according to whatever he had thought up. And it usually put a lot of stress on him for nothing usually turned out how he thought it would. Nonetheless, he looked around to see if there were any ropes or ladders they could possibly use to pull themselves out. None of his magical abilities would help them here.

But as he was looking around, he felt the water hitting his face, and spun around to see Ceara laughing. At first, he felt the anger start to rise...but, if she was laughing, she was happy. She was just smiling, and no harm had come of it, so it wasn't like he had to act like she'd pulled his pants down in front of a large audience. So instead of lashing out, he twitched his face into a smile, but still remained frozen as her eyes were only on him. He should do something...but he didn't know what.

[Ceara Mindelan]

Ceara had decided that they would eventually be rescued, someone would spot them floating around in the water and throw them a rope, but until then, there was really nothing that they could do to get out. They just had to keep floating and wait, right? So really, there was no harm in playing around, was there? Emlyn had to loosen up sometimes anyways. He always looked so serious and intense that it worried her, sometimes. Did he ever just play around and have a bit of fun for once? She had her doubts, which was exactly why she'd decided now was the perfect time to teach him how to play. Or, at least, get him to be a little playful right now.

She noticed him whirl around in surprise as the few drops of water hit his face, and she laughed good-naturedly once again, not like she was laughing at him...more with him. However, he didn't try to splash her back like she'd expected, he just smiled at her and watched her. She stared into his eyes, bright smile still in place. What he didn't say or do anything, just kept watching her, she began to feel a little awkward, because she had no idea what was going through his head. "Not even going to try fight back, are you?" She asked, forcing a laugh once again as again she flicked her fingers at him, flicking drops of water at his face.

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Words: 254
Mood: Content
Notes: Sowwy, not much muse =( xD

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[Emlyn Zynooth]

"Um...no?" he answered, though it was more of a question, as if he was asking her what he should say. He was actually trying to be pleasant and social, instead of doing exactly what he felt like doing which was curling up and facing the other way. You were taking so many chances when you were open and relaxed with people, and most of the time, it just didn't seem worth it to him. But right now...he was going to try, even if he had no idea where to start or what to say or how to do it.

She flicked water at him again and he just stood...well, floated there and took it, racking through his brain for some response. He than thought of one thing, and his eyes widened at just realizing it had actually been his thought. It was simple, but no...too risky, it'd have all types of unwanted consequences that he wouldn't even expect. No, it wasn't even an option he would consider! It would just escalate everything that had been happening since he met her and there'd be...no end, but still, he found himself reaching forward and grabbing her shoulder...

And then he chickened out, pushing away and managing to splash her at the same time. His heart was thumping and he hid a deep sigh of relief. If he hadn't hesitated that long, he might have actually done it, so three cheers for hesitation, right? Or was this making it worse? Was he just drawing something out that was bound to happen eventually or was he preventing the dangerous road from being stepped upon? How was he to know? He was a soldier, not a philosopher. His single purpose in this life was to fight and nothing else, nothing else...

[Ceara Mindelan]

Ceara chuckled at his response, and the way he'd changed such a simple response into a question, as though it was her choice how he should act. It wasn't, however, and she wouldn't want it to be. Sure, she knew the sort of thing she wanted him to do, like maybe splash her back to start playing some more, but other then trying to coax him into it, she wanted it to be completely his choice, and a surprise to her. "Well, then, you're going to lose." She said playfully, still laughing. It was strange, how just being this close to Emlyn made her heart start racing and heat move up into her cheeks. She didn't understand him, so how could she be this crazy for him? It was almost...painful, really.

He suddenly reached out and grabbed her shoulder, surprising her so that she blinked in confusion. She had no idea what he was about to do...but then he hesitated and pushed away, managing to send up a small splash at her, which surprised her nearly as much as him grabbing her shoulder had. So he actually had splashed her back, or had it been an accident and that was it? She couldn't actually be sure, but she decided that pretending he'd done it on purpose was the better choice.

She pulled away, moving so that Emlyn no longer had a hold of her under the armpit, so that he was no longer holding her up. She laughed, her eyes glittering mischievously. "Ah, you attacked back, you know what that means, don't you? This means war!" She said, laughing as she raised her hands and sent a big wave at Emlyn. She was still a little confused over what he'd been about to do before, but she decided that she might as well just forget about it, since she really had no idea what he'd been trying to do. She'd just concentrate on getting him into more of a playful mood while they waited to be rescued.

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Words: 357
Mood: Good!
Notes: Ohhhhh! What was he about to do!? =D

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[Emlyn Zynooth]

Emlyn quickly ducked underwater to avoid her splash, also thankful because the water hid his blush. Man, he really did like water; it was nice to have an excuse to not show his face right there in front of him at all times. It cooled him down faster than taking a long drink. He could feel the gentle currents blowing his hair in soft, little, slow-motion waves that would every once in awhile brush against his face, feeling like the fronds of a fern. If only life could feel like this, gentle and gradual so you'd have time to take it in.

Out of sheer curiosity, he forced his eyes open, and was glad he did, because...it was beautiful, light shining through the blue the same way light would shine through the green on leaves. If he looked in the right direction, he could only see all that empty space that could be his and his alone. Who else would want to delve into this underwater world? Of course, eventually he'd have to go up to get air...stupid air, stupid breathing. If only he didn't have to breathe...then he would swim forever.

When he surfaced and gasped a breath with a large grin, he got an idea. He grabbed Ceara's arm and smiled again, "Come under and open your eyes," he said in his deep voice before taking a deep breath and going under again, hoping that she wouldn't be afraid that he was trying to drown her and that she wouldn't be afraid to open her eyes. He actually wanted her to see it...he wanted her to see his underwater world. Where once it had been just him, perhaps she would be as well.

[Ceara Mindelan]

Ceara grinned as he went under, deciding that she'd won. Sure, he hadn't put up much of a fight in the first place, but still. The point was that she'd won, right? She considered chasing him under, but quickly decided against it. It they ended up moving farther away then where they were right now, it would be harder for people up on the dock to see them. They'd have to be rescued eventually, and until then they'd just have to amuse themselves...and try not to let it get awkward, which was what she was worried about. There were so many things that they could talk about that would move onto a subject that would embarrass both of them...like how she'd kissed him that first time, or just the fact that she had a giant crush on him. He was bound to know that, right? She was pretty sure it was horribly obvious, not even counting the kiss. And then there was the whole subject on Dahlia, and what she could do to the other person while in their forms. She'd already had her mind screwed with enough for one lifetime, and she didn't want something like that happening to Emlyn.

Finally she realized that he'd been under there for a while and she frowned, getting a little bit worried. Had something happened that was preventing him from coming up for air? He needed to breathe, like anyone else, and he'd pass out and eventually drown if he stayed under water. Right when she began to feel panic spreading through her at the thought of something having happened to him, and was about to dive under to find him, he came up for air, grinning brightly. She frowned at him, though she let out a quiet sigh of relief, wondering what he was smiling about. Then he grabbed her arm and told her to go under water and open her eyes. She trusted Emlyn completely, and the thought that he was trying to drown her or something never even crossed her mind. She took a deep breath and went under with him.

She kept her eyes shut for a few moments, blowing a bit of air out of her nose to keep the water from going up, feeling the air bubbles tickling her face before reaching the surface. She let Emlyn keep a hold of her arm and finally opened her eyes, blinking in surprise at the sight before her. The sunlight was shining through the surface of the water, casting dark shadows farther down. Off in any direction (besides the direction of the docks), there was a vast sort of emptiness that was so still and peaceful looking, and she felt herself smiling. A small minnow swam by them, and she reached out a hand to it, her fingers just barely brushing the slick scales before it took off with surprising speed.

She could feel the slow, soft current lapping at her hair, could feel it moving with the slow-motion waves around her, and then she turned her green gaze to Emlyn, her smile bright but far less mischievous now as she just watched him. The water did amazing things to the colour of his blue-violet eyes, making them brighter, shinier, deeper-looking. Not only that, but his blue hair seemed to just sort of fit in here, under water, moving in time with the soft current. She longed to reach out and run her fingers through his hair, but of course she held back, knowing he'd likely flinch back if she reached out to him. Instead, without even thinking about it, she moved the arm he still held so that he let go, and then when his hand moved back to his side, she'd grab it and wrap her fingers around his cool skin, still smiling softly at him.

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Words: 660
Mood: Surprisingly good <3
Notes: Emlyn = adorable <3

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[Emlyn Zynooth]

He was so glad to see her come in after him. He would have wanted to keep on coming down anyway and it would have been awkward for her to just remain surfaced by herself. He hated seeing her feel bad in any way. It just felt...wrong, like he wasn't happy until she was. Maybe he had finally moved onto the third step, as a teacher he had actually liked at the academy had said, you first needed the basics of survival, then safety, and then, only then did you want to belong. Maybe he felt that now...

He surprised himself, for when she took his hand, he didn't pull away or flinch or even tense up in the slightest. Even if he did blush in the faintest way, the water hid it and he felt...good. He couldn't worry about anything down here. Bandits couldn't attack them and Dahlia wouldn't find them. And, as much as he loved them, it was nice to not have Treasure and Talisman butt in for attention as they always seemed to do, always freaking out at the exact wrong times just to screw him up in whatever he did.

He turned his head to look at her, reaching with his free hand to brush her golden locks as they floated in the water. She was very pretty...no, beautiful, he hadn't realized he'd thought that until now. But it wasn't like other girls who looked like that because they tried, with her, it was natural, everything about her was. If there was one thing he knew about her, it as that she'd never fake anything...something he had thought was impossible and always looked for. He'd found it. Maybe the water had gotten into his head and messed up his thinking, or maybe he just wasn't thinking at all as he leaned over and pressed his lips to hers.

[Ceara Mindelan]

Ceara was so happy when he didn't pull his hand away, as she expected him to. Truthfully, she would have been a little disappointed, even a little hurt if he had, but she would have tried not to show it. He could do what he wanted, and if he hadn't wanted to hold her hand then she wasn't going to whine about it. She knew that he didn't love her...or like her in the same way that she loved him. That didn't mean that she was going to give up hope that some day he might, but she could be a lot more pushy then she was being right now, by taking him hand. Of course, she hated pushy girls pressuring a guy they liked to the point where it was annoying, but still. And besides, there was nothing wrong with just holding hands, was there? Friends could hold hands too, couldn't they? She thought so. Besides, if he didn't think friends could, why hadn't he pulled away?

She blinked in surprise once again as he suddenly reached out and brushed a lock of her hair. Her smile faltered the slightest bit to be replaced by a look of confusion, but a moment later she was smiling once again. Good friends could go stuff like that, right? Right. Of course. It was the only expectation. She decided not to think too much into it, because if she did she'd start to wonder what he thought about her...and if she did that, she'd start to hope, and then her mind would connect all the evidence and she'd convince herself that he did like her...and then she would just make a fool out of herself by kissing him or something and having him pull away. That would just make the pain and longing she felt for him all the more painful. She couldn't do that to herself, it already hurt enough. So instead she convinced herself that he was just being nice, being a good friend. Because he was her close friend, after all, and she didn't have all that many of those. Friends, sure. Close friends? Not so much.

And then he leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers, and her mind went completely blank. She was aware of what felt like her heart stop beating before it suddenly kicked into overdrive, pounding hard in her chest. She was screaming at herself in her head, ordering herself to unfreeze and start kissing him back, while at the same time wondering whether friends did this sort of thing. None of the other guy friends she'd ever had had kissed her. Some had touched her ass and stuff, but she'd always smacked them after that, and she knew they had just been playing. But not had ever kissed her...and none of her few girl friends had ever kissed her, or told her that a friend of theirs had kissed them. Really, she was still just trying to keep herself from hoping, but there really was no other explanation for it. He was kissing her, not the other way around. That could only mean one thing: That he liked her. So suddenly she could think again, and she felt unimaginable joy. Her lips responded to his as she shut her eyes, turning all the way towards him, her free hand rising, to rest on his cheek, her fingers running through his hair. She never wanted this moment to end, though she knew they'd have to break apart and get some air soon, and she half expected he would pull away when he felt her responding to him.

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Words: 631
Mood: Goooodddd! =D
Notes: Emlyn is bloody amazing. I love him sooooo much! <3 xD

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[Emlyn Zynooth]

He couldn't believe he was doing this. He was never the person who initiated anything, only the person who responded to what others began. He just wasn't assertive, and he had thought that girls liked assertiveness, which was why he had found it hard to believe that anyone would ever like him. He was too shy, too anti-social, too short-tempered, too...mean. He admitted he wasn't a nice person, he was the type of person who sent small children running. So it didn't make sense for anyone, especially someone like Ceara, to like him.

But that's what it meant, right? That's what it meant when she kissed him back. It wasn't just some joke she had been playing to mess with him...unless she was still playing, but he really didn't think she would do something like that. Then again, he didn't really know what he thought, he could only feel her fingers in his hair, his blue hair that he had thought would be another reason he would remain alone for his entire life. Who wanted to be seen with a person who had blue hair?

What he hadn't thought of before he'd done this was that he'd need air. Dammit, he'd been unconsciously relying on the fact that the water would later hide his embarrassment. But, unfortunately, he hadn't quite developed gills yet. Nor was his alternate form a sea creature or anything like that. So, in one motion, he broke away from her, and still keeping his eyes closed so that he wouldn't see her face, he kicked up to the surface with a gasp of air and spun around, and in a panic, started swimming closer to the dock.

[Ceara Mindelan]

Ceara was surprised when he didn't immediately pull away. Instead she grinned between their kiss, unable to believe that this was happening. This wasn't her first kiss...but it was her first kiss with someone that was actually very important to her. The first time she'd met him, she hadn't noticed him much...until he'd tackled her to the ground to get her out of the way of throwing star things. She wasn't used to being protected, and even though she was always telling Emlyn that she didn't need or want it...it was still nice to know that someone wanted to protect her. Especially now that she knew him better. Heck, he'd jumped into the water to save her. Sure, she hadn't needed it, but that didn't mean she didn't appreciate it. Sure, she didn't want to have him always protecting her...but just knowing that he would made her feel strangely giddy.

And then he did suddenly pull away, and she opened her eyes, blinking in surprise as he moved his way hurriedly. She stayed down for a few moments, looking up at him on the surface and watching as he started swimming quickly away from her. She made her way to the surface, taking in a deep breath to quench the painful need in her lungs. She watched as he swam away from her, unsure of what to think. Was he...running away from her? Or swimming, to be exact? But...he'd been the one to initiate the kiss...and he hadn't pulled away right away when she'd kissed him back. God, he was giving some seriously mixed signals. She felt a bit of anger rising up inside her, and then she was swimming after him, a bit slower. As he came to a stop just below the docks, she stopped a few feet away from him, keeping her face blank as she stared at him.

"You're giving some seriously mixed signals, buddy." She said, her voice mirroring her voice by showing no emotions. "One moment you don't like me, then the next you kiss me, which must mean you do, and then the next you don't anymore?" She demanded, finally beginning to sound a little annoyed. However, there was a sort of hurt look in her eyes, though she tried to cover it with anger. Being angry was so much easier and less embarrassing then feeling hurt. Emlyn seem to be the only one who could hurt her lately, also. Most things people said to her didn't bother her, because she didn't care what they thought. With Emlyn, however, she did care. Really, she was bringing this upon herself. She should care what he thought. That was easier said then done, however.

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Words: 485
Mood: Tired
Notes: Nada

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