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run fast | [Lenoura/Clara] Feb 6, 2012 12:27:51 GMT -5

Post by Lenoura on Feb 6, 2012 12:27:51 GMT -5

No Dawn, No Day...I'm Always In This Twilight

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A third party observer; that's what the angel was. A huge shift had taken place in the room and Clara was bearing witness to it.

The leather-clad girl was now the focus of attention between the angel and her younger brother. Clara watched her with eager eyes, whereas Mason stared at her with passionate and nervous ones. To say there was tension was an understatement. The only calm in the room was the silent crackling of the orange fire, and William reading an encyclopedia over on the couch.

Her hot chocolate wafted into her slender nose, but she fought with all of her might to keep her attention fixed to December. If she needed any help at all, Clara would be there. Although it was her younger brother, she would want to aid Ember at any cost. Being in the same room as someone you might potentially like was always a nerve wracking experience.

You've certainly got that right deary. December's voice shook as she stammered between a response to accept the hot chocolate. To say it was adorable wouldn't do the entire situation justice. She kept calm to let the blonde know that she was in no way thinking any less of her. It was undeniably cute, and innocent. She must have the same experience with males that I do...none.

Mason joined in on Ember's nervous giggling and tried to set her at ease. With his calloused and yet sure hands he gripped a mug and handed it to December. "Here you go." The boy smiled once again displaying his beautiful and perfect teeth. Clara knew the blonde would fall to pieces if she didn't rejoin her, so she took a few ginger steps and sat right next to her. "Thank you Mason. You're the best."

Mason took the silver tray in his hand and set it on the mahogany wooden floor. He removed the last mug for himself and joined the girls on the floor. "You're both very welcome. May...uh, may I join your conversation?" It was all too much for the angel; she had never seen her brother act this sweetly.

"Of course you can! December and I would love to have your company." She shifted her position on the floor so that the three sat in an almost triangular formation. Both Ryder's took a sip of their hot chocolate at precisely the same moment. One thing about the family; they learned how to time eating and drinking together. It made conversation at dinner much easier.

Deciding to break the silence, the boy parted his tan lips. "So what brings you to this side of the forest December?" His quizzical face was enchanting to look at; he never broke his focus from the beautiful blonde girl.

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OOC: But she's a lovely awkward turtle ^.^

run fast | [Lenoura/Clara] Feb 12, 2012 16:31:24 GMT -5

Post by chelsey on Feb 12, 2012 16:31:24 GMT -5

decembervale

district ( s e v e n )

It took a few seconds for December to process his words and the hot chocolate he outstretched towards her. It was like she was a robot, needing a command to act upon. Breathe, first. She told herself, her shoulders heaving at the deep breath. Now, accept the chocolate. With shaking hands, she transferred the warm mug from his to her hands. Well. . . now what?

Staring awkwardly at each other in utter silence wasn't exactly the seventeen year old's cup of tea. She kept her gaze averted toward her friend, pleading desperately with her eyes to join them. It obviously wasn't hard to read this expression, because she joined the couple in an instant. "Thank you Mason. You're the best." She said, first, this statement spreading a natural warmth and comfortable environment throughout the three.

"You're both very welcome." Mason replied, taking a mug of the foamy drink for himself. "May...uh, may I join your conversation?" His eyes were focused on December's, and she began to shrink from the attention she was once again receiving. How was it that one day she was just a peasant of District Seven to being the center of attention of the upper class the next? The blonde found herself choking on her own reply. Clara, help.

And help she did, "Of course you can! December and I would love to have your company." The implication of December loving to have Mason's company painted a red blush on her already rosy cheeks. She lifted a pale hand to her face at a sorry attempt to hide her futile embarrassment. Blushing, center of attention, an abundance of food? Is there anything normal today? Although unusual, December couldn't lie to herself. Mason's company and the unfamiliar but remarkable environment were two things that she did love.

However, Mason's sudden question on her whereabouts struck December at a loss for words - not an unusual thing of today. In an instant, though, she reprimanded herself for being so shocked at the question. It wasn't anything personal, just a simple and casual question - it wouldn't be so hard to answer something so manageable, would it?

"I was just out for a hu-"

Realizing the words she spoke before she even had a chance to stop them, the hunter knew that it actually would be hard to answer the question if the answer could send her into the Peacekeeper's unmerciful hands.

She had to remember that where she was was not some fairy tale. That she couldn't allow herself to get too personal or too comfortable. These are not commoners, these are not people who wonder where there next meal are coming from or if the meal is even coming. These are the lucky ones of District Seven, and - although obviously good hearted - December can't risk the chance of getting thrown into jail and leaving her mother to strive for herself.

"I was. . . I was out for a walk." She said quietly, looking at the plate of food before her instead of Clara and Mason. She raised her eyes a bit to meet their faces, and offered a kind smile in hopes they wouldn't suspect anything. "It's awfully nice out, today."