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Post by SECRET ROSE on Oct 25, 2009 20:28:00 GMT -5
Loki grinned, he watched the blonde girl sleep. Lillian. It had been a nearly a month since they'd met. She knew about his love from another life and his love of piano, but he knew nothing of her. Aha! What he'd been looking for. A small book; a diary. He took it gently in his fingers, and left her room silently. Only when he reached his room did he open the book and read.
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Post by £i!!ian on Oct 25, 2009 20:40:14 GMT -5
[Assume today's date is October 25th, like it actually is]
Wednesday, September 24th
I had a Potions test today, there was one question I really didn't get but the rest was okay. Wren said it was easy, but she's good at that subject. I was working in the library after classes and Loki sat across from me. I think I like him, a lot. He probably already has a girlfriend though, and he told me about a girl in his past life who taught him piano. It sounded like he loved her. He made a bet with me, that if he could get three people to say he liked his piano, then he could call me a nickname and I'd show him the music I was writing. I accepted, for some reason I kind of liked it when he called me 'Lilly' and his refusal to change when I told him to. He won - he's really good at piano, and I'm starting to work on a section of piano to go with that piece. Maybe someday we could practice it together. I don't know; I was pretty sure that I didn't want to ever have a crush on anybody, but this doesn't feel like just a crush. But maybe that's just how everyone feels when they like somebody. Wren was surprised when I told her what happened, but I didn't let her know that I like him yet. She suggested that maybe Loki likes me. I don't know, but I doubt it. That would be really nice, though... but he's so popular! There's always someone following him. We're probably friends, and that's it. I think I'm going mad.
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Post by SECRET ROSE on Oct 25, 2009 20:42:16 GMT -5
Loki's smile faded, his eyes rested, emotionless. He kept reading.
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Post by £i!!ian on Oct 25, 2009 20:50:48 GMT -5
Thursday, September 25th
I couldn't really focus that well in class today. I found that I have three of my classes with him; how could I have not noticed before? I went back to the library after classes, but he wasn't there. I worked more on that piece, I'm almost done with the cello part and halfway through with the piano. I need to do some serious editing, then maybe I can show it to him. I wonder when Loki's birthday is - and if it would be odd if I gave him something. I hope it's not really obvious that I like him. I also tried one his second piece on my cello. It didn't work out to well but it was similar enough. I tried hinting yesterday at how old he was but he didn't pick up. I'd guess maybe sixteen, but he said he died at thirteen. I don't know. Is it awkward to have a girl older than a boy?
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Post by SECRET ROSE on Oct 25, 2009 20:54:56 GMT -5
Loki thought for a moment, still no thoughts available on his face. October Twenty-Seventh. Ackward, No. He scrawled in his spikey handwriting and turned the page.
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Post by £i!!ian on Oct 26, 2009 14:38:29 GMT -5
Sunday, September 28th
I skipped a few days; busy finishing the rough draft of my music. I'm going to try it out later today. Between classes, I see Loki in the halls a lot. Sometimes I find myself avoiding him, even though I want to see him. I don't know why, maybe because I always feel so awkward when he's there, or maybe because the Linton girl Ellie is always talking to him. But he waved today, and smiled. I really have no idea how he feels; sometimes I wish I had Raven's power.
Wren told me she noticed I was getting distracted more and more easily. Sometimes I'll stare at a page in my textbook for ten minutes before realizing I was supposed to be reading it. I don't think it's going to be long before she guesses that something's up.
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Post by SECRET ROSE on Oct 26, 2009 18:32:13 GMT -5
Loki gave up. He closed the book and looked out the window. He didn't know what to think, not really.
(Maybe Lil' can burst in now or something?)
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Post by £i!!ian on Oct 26, 2009 19:14:14 GMT -5
(Okay.
Lillian turned over in her sleep, seeing over again the day of her death. She was greatly disturbed, as this was only her fourth nightmare in her many years at Chester Forests. She saw again the darkly illuminated face of that man who had later murdered her, the light of the torch casting nothing but more shadows. She felt again the unbearable pain and long hours of suffering before the final spike of pain that had ended it all. Her scar burned, and the shape-shifter woke up. Lillian's hair was tossed over her head, her back and neck wet with perspiration. She adjusted her thrown-about sheets, and slung her legs over the bed's edge, no longer feeling like sleeping. Maybe a walk would do her some good. Or some music-writing. Lillian let her desk lamp flicker dimly on, seeing that Wren wasn't disturbed. She took out the music and bent over it, her eyes scanning it and adding some final edits. After a few minutes, she let the pencil fall from her left hand. Done. Reading it through once more, Lillian felt at last satisfied. I hope Loki will like it. she thought, though not at all sure how she was going to present it to him. Thinking to record the moment, Lillian turned to her bookshelf for her small, leather-bound diary. It wasn't there. Frowning, she glanced back at her desk in case she had failed to replace it the previous time she had written in it. Not there either. Lillian knew that she was organized, sometimes overly so and wasted time straightening things and perfecting them. She'd never lost anything important before, much less her diary. Pushing her chair back, Lillian glanced at the clock. It's face read 10:04 pm. Not that late, most people would be still up finishing homework or something. The shifter liked to sleep early anyways. She collected her music, grabbed her pencil and switched her lamp off. In the semi-darkness, the room lit in shades of dark grey by the faint moonlight, Lillian opened her door and wandered down the Capricorna hallways. She paced a few times, working up the courage to present her music to Loki. Wouldn't it seem so odd? Would he care? Or just smile and humor me? Her blue-green gaze darted over it for the tenth time, but she didn't feel like any changes were fit to be made. Taking a deep breath, her heart pounding, Lillian stood at Loki's doorway and gently knocked twice.
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Post by SECRET ROSE on Oct 26, 2009 19:37:48 GMT -5
Loki nodded, it had to be her. The light no longer danced in his eyes as he opened the door and said "This is yours." He handed her the small book.
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Post by £i!!ian on Oct 26, 2009 19:48:45 GMT -5
Lillian's hesitant smile at seeing Loki vanished as he held out her diary, her widened eyes traveling from the small book to Loki's face. At first she didn't know what to say, nothing went through her shocked mind. Then she realized that he must have taken it, and how much he read she didn't know. Flashes of the things she'd recorded passed through her mind, and her cheeks grew hot with embarrassment and then uncertain anger. Her grip tightened on the forgotten music she held in her hand, and her jaw quivered faintly. Nobody spoke for what seemed like eternity, Loki still holding the book without moving. He isn't smiling, for once. Lillian noticed bitterly. Slowly, with a stiff hand, she reached up mechanically and grasped her diary. Loki let it slide from his grip. The book seemed to weigh more than Lillian had remembered, and she held it for several seconds in the same position before bringing it closer and putting it on top of the music sheets. Her gaze fell from the book to the floor beside Loki's shoes. Phrases passed through her mind; some full of anger, some forgiving, some hurt, but she discarded them all.
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Post by SECRET ROSE on Oct 26, 2009 19:53:39 GMT -5
"I apologize. I have always been a theif. And..." Loki paused for a moment "I cannot return your feelings because I am of a lower value than your own." He showed no emotion, his eyes betrayed nothing. This had happened so many times before, but this time was the first he felt something stirring as he refused her. Regret?
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Post by £i!!ian on Oct 26, 2009 19:59:54 GMT -5
Lillian felt something break inside of her, releasing a surge of tears that she fought to keep back. She wanted to scream at him, or run away, or something... she didn't know which. "...because you're of lower value?" she echoed finally. "But... but what if I don't care?"
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Post by SECRET ROSE on Oct 26, 2009 20:14:07 GMT -5
"It doesn't matter, because of my own ethics, I cannot hurt you or pull you to a lower level." Loki winced at the pain he felt in Lillian's voice.
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Post by £i!!ian on Oct 26, 2009 20:28:07 GMT -5
It doesn't matter. Lillian stared at Loki again, her eyes welling up with seemingly seawater, salty and tinted a green-blue from her eye color. She bit her jaw down in futile attempt to force the water back, but one tear broke free and slid onto her cheek. "Hurt me? So that's what you're worried about? she said hoarsely. "Well then, I thank you for your care." Lillian turned on her heel before another tear could fall in the summer-god's view, walking as fast as she could down the hallway and forcing her body still as a sob threatened to wrench through it. Cry? Why do you cry over a worthless... worthless... thing like him? It's time to grow up, and time to forget.
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Post by SECRET ROSE on Oct 26, 2009 20:32:22 GMT -5
Loki flinched at his own stupidity, then reminded himself that it was better that way. A girl would slow him down in his quest for world domination.
(Yes, he does want to take over the world. His mind is screwed up like that)
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