Béla smirked as she began blurting out things about when she was younger and how much she really loved his films. He leaned back in the chair and put his hands in his lap. “No, don’t worry yourself with something like that. I enjoy hearing it,” he replied, still smiling.
“This may seem a little forward,” Béla began, “but I would be honored to escort you to dinner, if you would like to, of course.”
She smiled sheepishly and averted her gaze when he told her not to worry about it, snapping her head up at the invitation to dinner. Eyes quickly widening, she almost resembled a deer in headlights, brain turning off for just a second. Snapping out of it, she turned even redder when she realized how she had reacted, rather embarrassed and feeling she had been a bit rude.
“I-I-I uh…. yes! I…I’d love to. I think it would be nice.” She finally managed to say, cheeks still a bright red as she gave him another wide smile.
A Change of Pace || Draco and Evie
“Really? Perhaps that’s what I could apply for - I’m pretty much alright with anything, I suppose. But the only experience with dancing that I have is ballroom, and I very much doubt that that’s what they’re looking for here.” Draco promptly scrunched up his nose and shook his head, before turning his head to lock eyes with her. “Really? I suppose it probably holds the same fascination for Americans, that American does for the British.”
He flashed her a small smile then and crossed his arms, moving to slump against the bar. “Yeah? I’ve never met another me, so I suppose that it’s a good thing to be different. Sometimes at that, I guess.”
“Yeah, I don’t think they’ll be looking for much of that,” she giggled, expression turning a little more impressed. “That’s really cool you know ballroom dancing. Not many people do these days, and even less people our age.”
A sharp intake of breath was just barely audible when he turned to look at her, finding his eyes quite striking. She had always loved eyes, but she was beginning to think they were almost becoming a fetish for her. Immediately trying to recover her poker face, she cleared her throat lightly as she gave another smile. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. I’d say it’s a good thing to be different, too. I think being different’s a good thing.”
Artist: My Chemical Romance
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A Fear of Introspection || Andrew and Evie
This was the part of the job that was the hardest. He wasn’t exactly allowed to embrace the girl or behave as though he were her friend. He wasn’t meant to relate to her on a personal level and the only time he was meant to share any intimate details was when he was directly asked, and even then he should avoid it. But, honestly, he did want to hug the girl.
“You’re not alone,” he said, leaning forward and clasping his hands so that he didn’t take hers. “Evie. You are not alone. It’s easy to feel that way, but I assure you that you’re not, and you never will be.”
She avoided eye contact again as she felt more tears running down her cheeks, wiping at them absently. Trying to think of how to express her thoughts, she had to swallow the lumps in her throat to even be able to speak. “No…no. I am, doctor. There’s no one.”
Slowly shaking her head, she spoke just as slow, voice still quiet. She had now given up trying to wipe the tears from her cheeks; they just didn’t seem to stop, so what was the point? Looking him in the eyes, a couple more tears fell as she opened her mouth to speak again. “The one person I knew who did really give a shit about me left. And the others who I thought cared, ended up not caring at all in the end. And they left, too. Every single person.”
I have been trying to get to replies on here all day today, but holy crap my new muse is too excited to talk to new people to give up the spotlight for a little bit. I will continue to try and get to my replies on here though
He’s really friendly! And he’s a bit bored, so he’d definitely love to meet you all~.
Because it already feels like the middle of Summer here in California, Bettie on the beach photographed by Bunny Yeager in 1954.
You all should go bug him, he’s bored! I’ll be trying to fix some links and pages and stuff, but please go give him something to do, yeah?