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[LUCAS ♥ CLAES]

Sura was certainly eager. He might have been a little disconcerted if things had happened any other way; Lucas wasn't desperate for any sort of physical interaction, but he still found himself grateful. Her merit as a person aside, they just clicked with one another and he felt that was responsible for his general committal to going with the flow in this particular instance.

"Trouble..." He wrinkled his nose; he kind of liked the sound of that, since he couldn't imagine her being too outlandishly hard to handle. Just the right amount. As for the photos, well, how could he say no to such a well-worded inquiry? "Oh, sure, definitely." He nodded his head in the limited space, careful to not do something embarrassing like smash his face against hers while they stood so close. His voice held the hint of a laugh, obviously playing along with her. "You'll have to come back during the day some time. And wait for spring. And summer. Can't miss the best season for flowers in bloom..." His voice trailed off quietly, as he stroked the back of her hair with a hand, tucked as she was against his chest.

“Do you want to see me again?”

He didn't immediately respond, only because she was giving her own assurances and making it clear just how very much in favour she was of this thing they had. His chest swelled with a feeling of anticipation, even comfort. He pressed his lips to the hollow of her neck beneath her ear, still swaying a little. At length he drew back.
"There's no question I want to see you again. And you'll always know where to find me." He smiled, clearing his throat slightly after whispering for so long. His hands slipped away from around her hips and he took her hand, the rainfall no longer pattering on their heads. He pushed dampened hair away from his forehead, not knowing that he just made things worse by forcing it into a crest atop his head. He sighed, looking to the glass panels above them and seeing nothing but stars past the heat lamps. "But I think I should be getting you back to your dorm." He glanced at her sidelong, frowning sullenly like a kid being denied ice cream. It was for the best that he didn't press his luck, and it wouldn't do anyone any good if he kept her up all night with garden waltzes. Besides, cutting their unofficial and frankly impromptu first date short would give him a second to wrap his head around everything that had happened, and allow him to save his arsenal of romantic overtures for a later date. Something about Sura just screamed that this was not a fling, and that here was a girl who required time and a creeping sense of romanticism.

[SURA ♥ KING]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding:0; margin: 0; background-image:url(http://i1029.photobucket.com/albums/y353/shockwavesyndrome/thisiswar.png);background-repeat:repeat-y;width: 450px;height:600px;] There was a lot of this that wasn’t in Sura’s grand box of expertise. Boys were a new concept as of late. When she was younger she had avoided them like the plague. It wasn’t that she didn’t like them, it was simply that they frightened her. When it came to experience, she had none and she was always afraid she’d mess something up. As it was in that very moment, it dawned on her that everything was going too flawlessly. Now it was just a matter of time before something happened. Perhaps he’d wake up the next morning and avoid her like the plague, she’d trip over her feet or worse her dress was see through… Careful not to move her head her eyes made a downward motion struggling to see the cream fabric. The action was futile and didn’t reveal any needed comfort. A few glimpses had only offered the darkening of the fabric with the rain. Still troubled by the thought of anything embarrassing happening with the next couple of moments she opted to shut her eyes tightly and allow herself to be lulled into his caress. “Lots of trouble.” She let out a little laugh as she too recognized the silliness in that claim. Her? Trouble? It all depended on perspective, but in this moment this wasn’t trouble. This was crazy, but it wasn’t trouble. It was all the other stuff that was bound to happen that was trouble. When he let go and she returned to her dorm and she happy danced away, only to fall on her face by accident. That was trouble. When the anxiety was getting to her, but she didn’t want to be too eager and show up like a stalker during a work day. That was trouble. She lost herself for a moment too absorbed in the sound of his voice and riddled with thoughts, but luckily she had awoken from the daze before he pulled away from her. “Yeah… I guess we should be getting back.” A flash of disappointment crossed her features and it was hard to fight the frown that was creeping onto her face. She fought it away with a hollow, half-attempted smile and shook her head taking her hand away from his for a moment. “My.. My Camera and my jacket.” The words were mumbled as she turned around snagging her camera and slinging it over her shoulder with a little bit of a quick trot she picked up her jacket nearly slipping on the floor in the process. Another laugh passed her lips as the near spill almost laid her flat against the ground. Slowly she made her way back to him, trying to conceal the embarrassed smile that resulted from her almost breaking her tailbone. Though the pace was more to elongate the few moments they had left, while she knew that she’d see him again it was saddening that they’d be parting for the night and that she didn’t know when the next time would be that they would be laughing about something random again. “Well Mr. Claes, I guess this is goodbye… for now.” Her eyes traced the smooth contour of his face and spontaneously she reached for her camera and took another shot. While she had already memorized the features of his face and the arrangement of his freckles that made her swoon, she wanted another photo simply just because. “Nice hair…” She chuckled softly showing him the screen of her camera. “That’s a good look for you, maybe you should wear that to our uh.. next date.” As the words fell into place a jolt of electricity tickled her spine. A small intake of breath filled her chest as the words settled. She took a hesitant step back, which in a moment would ultimately turn into her twisting on her heel and leaving. While she definitely wanted a nice warm shower and to cuddle up in the sheets, she had a feeling she’d be up looking at her photos for quite a while. outfit | lucas | ah sorry it's awful >.< this template was made by ZOE of caution 2.0 !

[LUCAS ♥ CLAES]

She seemed frazzled again, all the jitters returning after their slow waltz had ended.Maybe it was like returning to the real world- he felt it had been real enough, but suddenly he was left wondering if she wouldn't often consent to letting her guard drop. It wasn't that he expected her to suddenly be completely open with him, but he hoped in the future as they got to know one another she might be convinced to sustain the person she had been in the rain. His eyes followed her as she slipped her hand out of his and returned to grab her things, mumbling again as if she were shy. Had he been anyone else he might have been offended at what could be perceived as a lack of trust, but instead felt only sympathy, and a slight weight in his chest. He didn't want her to feel abnormal in his presence.

Silently waiting for her to return to where he stood near the door, Lucas took a look around the greenhouse. With the shovel deposited he really had nothing left to do for the shift, and would be returning to his own room, or possibly to Mathis' to bug his older brother about 30$ owed to him. Despite living in such close quarters, being down several hallways from one another, he didn't see his brother very often, occupied as they were in their diverse social circles. He cringed when she slipped, half expecting her to go tumbling down, but she caught herself on her own this time, apparently embarrassed. He found her clumsiness strangely endearing, when in someone else he might have found it slightly irritating.

Her muted goodbye and farewell photograph took him by surprise, but luckily for him she didn't immediately turn-tail and run, pausing to point out his ridiculous unintentional hair styling. Hastily flattening it as best he could, Lucas looked up in time to see her step further away, prepared to bolt.
"Hey, hold up," He caught her wrist, expression concerned. "I can walk you back if you want," He opened the glass door, holding it wide with one hand and relinquishing his grasp, giving her to option of leaving if she wanted to. It suddenly felt weird, as cool air rushed in the place of the warm greenhouse fumes, like the illusion was shattered. He didn't want to suffocate her with his presence, but the campus at night wasn't exactly welcoming on these extended paths back to the fountain and bright lights. "Please? It would make me feel better if you let me walk you back." He didn't want to patronize her and make her think he didn't believe in her capability to look after herself.

occ; blah sorry for the crap post.

[SURA ♥ KING]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding:0; margin: 0; background-image:url(http://i1029.photobucket.com/albums/y353/shockwavesyndrome/thisiswar.png);background-repeat:repeat-y;width: 450px;height:600px;] Like a deer caught in the headlights, but more along the lines of the deer bolting after nearly becoming road kill, Sura was in between the decision to disappear into the night or chaining herself to the ground where she was. It had been a delightful night. Dancing in the rain and indulging in shy and tender kisses. Her expectations for the night couldn’t have dreamed up something so perfect, but as it came to an end she found herself receding back into her clumsy and shy shell unsure of how to end the night properly. First dates had often been a deal breaker for Sura. Most guys didn’t know how to handle her shyness, her clumsiness or the fact that she just wasn’t as provocative as the other girls. In a sense she was an old-fashioned girl stuck in a modern and ever changing world. It was only natural that she wanted to bolt, to disappear before Lucas did something that broke his perfect façade. While she doubted there was a thing in the world he could do to wreck his own perfect design, she didn’t want to give him the chance to. Of course, before she could make her romantic and cinderalla-like getaway he reached out snagging her wrist and tugging her back away from her ridiculous thoughts. Thrust out of her thoughts she gazed out the open door feeling the fall air against her damp skin. Mother nature’s frosty breath sucked the warmth from her and Sura shivered taking it as a sign that bolting was probably not a good idea. She slipped the dry warmth of her jacket on and fastened the buttons, re-slinging the camera around her neck before giving Lucas a warm nod. A small smile crept across her lips and she reached for his hand, slipping her fingers delicately between his and securing her gentle grasp. It was a small leap of bravery for her, but another small step towards opening up to him. Running away might have kept his perfect image intact, but avoiding him and disappearing without knowing what could have been wasn’t exactly a great choice either. Instead she opted to hold his hand before taking a step into the cold of the night. Although the illusion of everlasting warmth and happiness was gone, it didn’t mean that their reality couldn’t be any different. She turned slightly still holding his hand as she gestured out into the dim light pathways. “I would love that.” Sura decided to lead the way since most of the night he had done that for her. This way she would be able to show him the campus through her eyes. They started quietly walking back up towards the fountain. She talked excitedly, but softly about the fountain and its legends and how she often came to photograph the dozens of buttons which found themselves in the fountain routinely. Sura had also mentioned that she herself had never thrown any buttons in the fountain, but as they approached it she halted careful to sidestep so she didn’t run into him. With her hand still in his she looked up at him biting her bottom lip as she carved a little hole in the gravel with her heel. She contemplated the thought for a moment and ducked her head slightly blushing in embarrassment at what she was about to ask. “Do you think I could, I could maybe… Sorry this is stupid…” Puffing up her cheeks, she summoned as much courage as she could and huffed out the air with a little laugh. Her free hand flew up to her hair ruffling the damp strands as she ran her fingers through the chocolate brown mess. “But do you think I could maybe have one your buttons you know to toss into the fountain… I mean if you’d rather not ruin your shirt, which I totally understand, you can say no and I promise my feelings won’t be hurt, I just figure I’d ask you know?” The words came out in a stumbling rush and ended in a little bit of a nervous laugh. While she was still getting comfortable to the bundle of nerves, Sura found a lovely comfort in Lucas that she hadn’t had with anybody else and it was only natural that she didn’t want to be rid of it. outfit | lucas | finished this template was made by ZOE of caution 2.0 !

[LUCAS ♥ CLAES]

Their return from the greenhouses was a somewhat slower progression, but he liked Sura's initiative at leading the way. At least now he wasn't hyper-aware of her hands, wondering if his palm was slick or if he was gripping her fingers too tight. It all flowed very smoothly, a quickened but natural progression of what could have been a long friendship over several weeks condensed in to under an hour of time spent in each other's presence. Her commentary was just another layer, another chance to see through her eyes when all he'd been exposed to was her photography. Her insight on the school was an interesting perspective- it was beautiful and unweighed by things like 'today I sat on this very field and wrote calculus with Joe', or a lengthy description of some other activity that he wouldn't connect with. She was preoccupied with the aesthetics in the best way possible, and rather than making him worry that perhaps she was looking at it superficially, he recognized that this was well and truly who she was. It painted the picture of a soft hearted loner who strove to please herself in a world that was increasingly becoming about frivolously pleasing others who would throw you under the bus. Though he was certain Sura would help anyone that needed it, she was as honest as they came, a rarity. It only made her appeal that much stronger.

They stopped near the fountain, Sura explaining the significance of throwing buttons into the water. More than half a decade living here and he'd never heard of why, only seen the aftermath. He turned away from squinting at the water and picking out bits of colours beneath the points of light shimmering off the fountain's surface, to see Sura bashfully lowering her gaze, haltingly getting to the point of asking for a memento to toss. He laughed, for the first time loud and boisterous when she got to the heart of it, and grabbed the button on the lowest part of his shirt, the one that he never closed all the way anyway. "This old thing? Sure..." He carefully held it out to her, pinched between working fingers tanned by the sun, mindful of holding it tight without the benefit of long nails- he'd always kept his cropped as short as possible, having had no patience for digging soil out of them. "Are you going to make a wish about me?" He wondered playfully as he pass it to her.