Just a girl....

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Eilonwy didn’t move her hand for a moment, noting the warmth of his face. That moment seemed to last hours as she held his eye contact. A blush raced across her cheeks and she looked down. Suddenly shy again. He thought she was pretty. There was almost a longing in his gaze. It was something she’d never get from Flynn. Returned affection. If that even was affection in Roscoe’s eyes. Perhaps it was just friendship, and her naive mind was misconstruing it for the fairytale every princess was ‘promised’. Naivety. The word burned inside her mind. It was her weakness here. Probably the metaphorical ‘blood in the water’ when it came to people taking advantage of her. Roscoe wouldn’t do that. Not her friend, Roscoe. Her friend who she found herself pulling into a hug. The proximity was sudden, but welcome. Even if she didn’t know what was bothering him, she’d do her best to comfort him. She held the hug tight for a moment, before leaned her head back to look him in the eyes. His face only inches from hers. He had to feel her heartbeat. It was pounding against the inside of her chest. 

In those few moments ever second, ever heartbeat moved slower than ever before in Roscoe’s life. He usually liked to keep action moving but all he wanted was to stay in this moment. Unfortunately then she looked down blushing. Roscoe smiled at her nervousness. He thought it was cute. He snapped himself out of the thought realizing that wasn’t something Roscoe the notorious Irish mobster should think. Eilonwy must have seen the dissonance in his face because he suddenly found her arms wrapped around him. It was so unexpected but Roscoe was in heaven. He hadn’t been shown much affection in his life which made this simple gesture mean the world to him. A philosophical thought rushed through his head saying what if this hug signified that Eilonwy would always be here for him to cheer him up. Then she leaned back. A flash of light passed over her soft features. Roscoe’s heart beat in his chest like a drum. All his thoughts and reasoning melted away. Before he realized what he was doing, he pressed his lips to hers. Her lips were soft and they perfectly cradled the kiss he was giving to her. Despite all of his past dissonance on whether this was a good decision or not, the kiss felt so right. Like it was the only thing he ever did right in his life. 

Roscoe was kissing her. It was gentler than she had thought he could ever be. He might have been brash, and rude, and coarse sometimes, but in this moment, he showed her the gentlest affection. Her breath caught in her throat as he held his lips against hers. Her embrace tightened around him. Not wanting to part from this moment. Her moments with Flynn were fleeting and he seemed uninterested in Eilonwy herself. But Roscoe. Her Roscoe. Her friend. His rough hands were gentle on her arms, as he stroked the soft pale skin. She readjusted her lips and tried to kiss like she’d seen in movies, parting her lips a bit, taking his lower lip between hers. This was her first real kiss. One filled with emotion. Her hands found the base of his neck and her fingers tangled in his hair. His breath smelled like smoke, his lips tasted like cigarettes, but she loved it. It was intoxicating. Losing herself in the moment, she never once thought that this man was 12 years her senior, and in a position of power over her. Everything about this right moment was wrong. But her mind tossed the idea out before it even had time to sink in.

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They started down the hallway, making slow progress. She attempted to joke around but there was something different about her usual cheerfulness. Roscoe knew there was more to their visit then just  homesickness. He also knew there was more to their friendship. He just couldn’t put his finger on what exactly was going on. Despite the dissonance, he returned her playful banter with his usual chuckle. Before they started down the hall again she blurted out a question that would lead to a talk about what was on both of their minds. He paused. “Well.. uhhh… That was… unexpected.” He lied. “To be honest with you, I do think you’re pretty. I think you’re more than that. I think you’re wonderful.” Roscoe was scared.  He was afraid to get close to her. Everybody that he got close to got hurt. They both stood there wanting to be anywhere but there but knowing that they had to be there. 

She looked up at him, shocked. “Y-you do?” He thought she was wonderful? What had she done to deserve that? She stared up at him, an uncomfortable silence fell between them. There was something behind Roscoe’s eyes. Pain. Hurt. Why would he be hurt? Her nerves shook away as she closed the distance between them, placing a hand gently on his cheek. “Are you alright, Roscoe?” She didn’t like seeing the pain in his eyes. Did she bring this about? Was this her fault? It was just a question, what harm would it have done? Other than making her look like a complete idiot. As she stood there looking up at him, her hand gently on his cheek, something in her wished for something. She tried to push the thought out of her head. It was wrong. She was wrong for thinking it. He’d never do that. Not to her. She still wished he would. In the small, quiet moment, Eilonwy wanted nothing more than a kiss from him.

He stood there with his best poker face, trying to make sure she couldn’t tell what he was feeling. Apparently it failed. “Of course I do.” Wonderful didn’t quite explain what the thought about her but it was the best he could muster out without the situation becoming too awkward. There were so many adjectives lining up in his mind just waiting to be used to explain her. The problem was, he didn’t want to go too far and come off as a creep, he didn’t want to go to short and come off as only a friend or even worse, a father figure, but most of all, he was afraid to say anything at all. He knew she had feelings for Flynn and he knew becoming too close to her couldn’t result in anything good. 

She touched his cheek resulting is his heart doing a 360 leap. “What are ya talking about? I’m fine.” He said more to convince himself than to convince her. He caught a look in her eyes. He didn’t quite know what it was but it put him in a trance. “I’m totally fine.” He said dreamily while he gazed into her eyes. He thought about it. Should he? He couldn’t. He wanted to. He was so conflicted. 

Eilonwy didn’t move her hand for a moment, noting the warmth of his face. That moment seemed to last hours as she held his eye contact. A blush raced across her cheeks and she looked down. Suddenly shy again. He thought she was pretty. There was almost a longing in his gaze. It was something she’d never get from Flynn. Returned affection. If that even was affection in Roscoe’s eyes. Perhaps it was just friendship, and her naive mind was misconstruing it for the fairytale every princess was ‘promised’. Naivety. The word burned inside her mind. It was her weakness here. Probably the metaphorical ‘blood in the water’ when it came to people taking advantage of her. Roscoe wouldn’t do that. Not her friend, Roscoe. Her friend who she found herself pulling into a hug. The proximity was sudden, but welcome. Even if she didn’t know what was bothering him, she’d do her best to comfort him. She held the hug tight for a moment, before leaned her head back to look him in the eyes. His face only inches from hers. He had to feel her heartbeat. It was pounding against the inside of her chest. 

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Eilonwy’s hands let go of the chains and she almost fell backwards, only maintaining her balance by grabbing the front of Flynn’s shirt. As she regained her balance, she was closer to him. His breath brushing across the pink skin of her cheeks. They flushed a deeper pink and she leaned closer to him, wondering if she could coax another one out of him. It was so much simpler than she thought. But there were fireworks. She held onto his shirt tighter, not even waiting for him to fill the space she left. She pressed her lips against his again. Her hands shook slightly, a rush of excitement washing over her. Partly from the rebellion of being alone with a bad boy in the middle of nowhere with a motorcycle, partially because she honestly liked him. Something told her it was too good to be true. She’d heard he had a girlfriend, but they weren’t together anymore. She was probably beautiful. Much prettier than Eilonwy. Between the silver frizzy hair, the freckled skin, the social awkwardness, she wasn’t exactly what people deemed as ‘desirable’ but she let her mind wander away from insecurity as she enjoyed the feeling of his lips gently on hers.

Flynn stood there for a second waiting for some snarky reply from the girl. Knowing that anything she had to say was something to cover up the fact that she was infatuated with him. Before he could comprehend what she was doing he felt a pull at his shirt. Her face got closer to his and her lips was quickly pressed on  his. This time not even closing his eyes he pushed his against hers. Not in the way of affection and enjoyment but to block from the constant contact. Pushing against hers he pulled his face back. Flynn slowly rolled his eyes and shook his head. Hand moving to her chin he rested it just under it. “Now whoa there darlin. Who said this was going to be that kind of adventure.”  His lips twisted into a small smirk as he took in a deep breath through his nose. Face close to hers still he looked down  at her. “What kinda guy would i be if brought a princess out here and just took advantage of the situation.” Dropping his hand from her chin he took a step back. “Plus darlin, you really should be putting your lips out there like that. People will get the wrong idea.” Not able to hold in  a laugh he shook his head and leaned against the metal bars holding the swings up. “Oh and by the way princess, guys love it when they can get a girl to blush.” Laughing still he looked over at her giving a small wink.

Sure he pushed her away, but he gave her a smile. He spoke for a bit, and it took a minute for Eilonwy to register what he was saying. She was far too caught up in the moment to concentrate on anything else. The pink on her cheeks had flushed to a deep red now and she looked down. A smile spread across her face. At least he did have the decency to not take advantage of her. Maybe he wasn’t as bad of a boy as she had originally thought. She looked back up at his smiling face, laughter still in his eyes. “I’m not just putting them out there though. You kissed me first.” A small smirk appeared on her lips as she managed to find some of her snarkiness, “Do unto others, Flynn.” She looked back down at her knees and began to swing back and forth again. Her quickened heartbeat and shallow breathing didn’t seem to calm down once he was away from her. She looked back up at him, and bit her lip.

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he will be back soon. promise.

he is on a mini vacation.

Good, Eilonwy is being a spazz.

too much going on to deal with Flynn right now.

It’s alright. I’m working on a paper today still. I’m kinda like all over the place right now.

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Meg says fuck you. Just letting you know.

Eilonwy says I regret nothing. I say, Meg will make you regret everything.

Only if she pushes it. If she just shuts up about it, then Meg will leave her be.

I’m telling her to shut up. But I don’t know if she’s gonna listen to me.

Meg is offering to shut her up, but I don’t think that would be good for anyone.

Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeah….Probably not.

makingdaddyproud:

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he will be back soon. promise.

he is on a mini vacation.

Good, Eilonwy is being a spazz.

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prize-for-rotten-judgement replied to your post

Meg says fuck you. Just letting you know.

Eilonwy says I regret nothing. I say, Meg will make you regret everything.

Only if she pushes it. If she just shuts up about it, then Meg will leave her be.

I’m telling her to shut up. But I don’t know if she’s gonna listen to me.

Meg says fuck you. Just letting you know.

Eilonwy says I regret nothing. I say, Meg will make you regret everything.

WORD. But - random discovery: BSing papers about religion is surprising easy.

Could make a joke about the relative ratio of BS in religion already….but….that’s just too easy….