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Mar 30, 2015 17:38:17 GMT
Post by RENÉE DUVAL on Mar 30, 2015 17:38:17 GMT
at first, there's silence. she dips her head. bites her lip and finds the nerve she wasn't looking for. (and wasn't particularly expecting to find, really.) it comes with a confirmation that this boy is not like the others. he won't fall for eyelashes and girly laughter. but what she doesn't expect is how much that pleases her. "let me come with you...?" her tone even. already she's dragging her backpack back onto her shoulder with a free hand. "you want to leave as soon as possible." barely a question, barely a statement. she smiles to herself this time, and stands beside him, expectant. EZRA FLANDRES what the fuck is renee duval |
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Post by EZRA FLANDRES on Apr 2, 2015 3:09:14 GMT
his frown deepens. he scrutinizes her in a cursory attempt at figuring her out, quickly gives up with a shrug. "sure." why not, ezra thinks. renée is distractingly pretty, glossy-lipped and doe-eyed, in a way that stirs up more suspicion than anything else. but he won't keel over so easily at the bat of a lash. he pulls back, expecting her to let go, and starts walking again at a slower pace. probably they'd part ways at the bus stop. ezra suspects she's the dutiful daughter who's home for dinner every night. |
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Post by RENÉE DUVAL on Apr 2, 2015 20:09:11 GMT
the crowd of escaping students had quickly thinned out to a scarce scattering of people, but renee's gaze remains pensively drawn to him; unconsciously caught in a planetary orbit around the sun. her fingers latch onto the cuff of his shirt. she stares up at him in a quiet daze, and away. homework slips from her mind, so does contacting mama and the quiet worry of not quite knowing what bus to get home. she curls her fingers tighter and squirms when she realising she's stretching the shirt's fabric; they've walked too far from school and her head is muddled and dizzy, fuzzy. she stares, heart thumping at a frequency she can't understand. "can i... can i... hold your hand?" glimpsing cautiously to gauge his relation, she parts her lips in anticipation. EZRA FLANDRES |
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Post by EZRA FLANDRES on Apr 3, 2015 3:17:31 GMT
she doesn't let go, continues to cling like a child. it's slightly bothersome, but not enough to mention it. they walk in wooden silence—ezra makes no attempt at small talk, not entirely because he doesn't want to, but because nothing comes to mind in the moment. they're nearly at the bus stop when renée breaks the calm. his stride stumbles, stops altogether. he turns to face her, disbelieving in speechlessness. "what?" ezra starts, finally. "uh, why?" |
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Post by RENÉE DUVAL on Apr 3, 2015 23:47:55 GMT
shoot him again cause i can see his soul dancing
i'm gonna miss this place
if you give it to me i'll give it back much harder she fakes interest at the sight of the bus stop, doesn't stop trembling (a little). her fingertips occupy the very, very edge of the cuff of his shirt. she turns a slight shade of pink and squirms, realising that this is not her childhood play friend or her old butler. she dips her head. when she laughs, it shakes. "...no?" it's almost as if she's echoing his question; of course it's weird, what are you playing at? her free hand clutches her cheek, but she's still too afraid to take in his expression. "i'm sorry." her voice is meek, more like a squeak from a mouse in a pet shop. "sorry." is quiet, pensive. [newclass=.coffin a]font-family:consolas;font-size:14px;letter-spacing:1px;text-align:right;[/newclass] |
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Post by EZRA FLANDRES on Apr 8, 2015 4:29:08 GMT
heat prickles at the back of his neck—why he's growing embarrassed is beyond his comprehension. there must be something in the air, something the bashful girl wafts from her floral skin. ezra blinks dumbly, doesn't answer for a few long seconds. when he does, it's a stilted mutter, dubious in tone. "don't be." he rotates his wrist, hand turning up to catch renée's own on his sleeve cuff. fingers lace together, palms meet. "this fine?" ezra asks, a little gruffly. he must feel bad for her, he thinks. something like that. |
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Post by RENÉE DUVAL on Apr 8, 2015 20:40:39 GMT
shoot him again cause i can see his soul dancing
i'm gonna miss this place
if you give it to me i'll give it back much harder her fingers tangle at the corner of her shirt, crumples the edge of her skirt; her mind bursts, all flower confetti and candy rain, all the foamy bubbles pop to their deaths at the same time by a gust of wind that's almost as inviting as a summer breeze. her breath hitches, did she want to say something? nothing? anything? because utterances pool at her stomach, the bottom of her throat, the corner of her mind. somehow, she doesn't forget to nod. still timid, still shy, but when she thinks she's holding onto him tighter her fingers go limp. barely, she doesn't dip her head. barely, she keeps her mind straight and her sights straighter. still, the bus stop looks like it's been swamped by a filter. his hand is in hers. why does she never just think? think. (she is charmed by how smooth his fingers are, gently holding her own together— the comforting warmth of his hand—) [newclass=.coffin a]font-family:consolas;font-size:14px;letter-spacing:1px;text-align:right;[/newclass] |
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Post by EZRA FLANDRES on Apr 13, 2015 1:35:33 GMT
he looks plain uncomfortable holding her hand, walks slightly faster than the other to keep an awkward distance between their bodies, bridged only by their interlaced fingers. there's the faintest dusting of red over the bridge of his nose, though he'd never admit it to a single soul, living or not. at the bus stop, ezra leads them to wait under the roofed enclosure. he feels less threatened, less self-conscious here with three panels at his sides than out in the open. before it really becomes a wait at all the lumbering machine of a public bus comes wheezing around the corner, the impending roar of engine noise signaling its approach. ezra squints until he can make out the numbers on its front—not that he has a specific route, a destination in mind. he could go anywhere, hop on and simply ride. he clears his throat before addressing renée again. "uh, i'm taking this bus. can you get home alright?" |
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Apr 14, 2015 23:28:34 GMT
Post by RENÉE DUVAL on Apr 14, 2015 23:28:34 GMT
shoot him again cause i can see his soul dancing
i'm gonna miss this place
if you give it to me i'll give it back much harder eyes wide, deer like. on close inspection it's almost as if she's a picture of stoic surprise, tapping the tips of her school shoes together. really, she's pensive, caught in a curious, sweet trap and it's difficult to admit she doesn't really know what will happen next and that it's... scary. her other hand still shields her face as if more embarrassment would pile onto her cheeks if she even allowed him a peek at her face. the uncertainty makes her feel so wonderfully celestial, and dreadfully awful. so she has to clench her fingers and move her fingers away from her mouth. "you said i could... come with you." she clenches her fingers together. their fingers together. tighter. "you weren't... lying... right?"her voice dips unwillingly, never one able to mask disappointment or able to pretend otherwise. [newclass=.coffin a]font-family:consolas;font-size:14px;letter-spacing:1px;text-align:right;[/newclass] |
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Apr 18, 2015 22:50:48 GMT
Post by EZRA FLANDRES on Apr 18, 2015 22:50:48 GMT
you said i could come with you.to where? how much farther? these are the questions he never bothered to ask, formed his own flawed judgment of renée's character. now she won't let go, fingers vise-like but fragile-feeling around his, and ezra is left to look on mystified, mouth dry and at a loss for words. dimly, in his peripheral vision, the bus swings to a stop, its door hisses open. the sudden awareness that he doesn't have time to ponder the crumpled, papery disappointment in her face any longer evicts his words. "that's...no, i—" ezra frowns, glances at the stalling vehicle, then their locked hands, then tugs her forward in an urgent motion to board the bus before it pulls away. "c'mon."he feels slightly powerless, like everything's already been set into motion and he can only play catch-up. |
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