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Baby, it's cold outside; [Isis]
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Topic Started: Dec 11 2010, 11:50 PM (216 Views)
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Damon Anglin
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Dec 11 2010, 11:50 PM
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It was weird, being inside the greenhouses by himself, but Damon wasn't searching for company. Not today. He had been diving into time spent with his friends every day, as it was never hard to find someone to talk to. Richard, now that he was acting normal again. The twins. Sawyer, when she wasn't sneaking around trying to find time with Professor Elwood. God, that was still weird. What he needed right now was time alone. It wasn't that he was sick of people, that wasn't it at all. He just needed some peace and quiet. And memories. The plants all around him brought some of his favorite memories out vividly. Out in the garden with his mother, digging holes so that she could plant her latest seeds. Laughing as she made a silly joke about petunias and lilies. Damon would never forget the time spent outside of his house with her, no matter how painful it was to think about. Sitting on a stool at one of the tables, his eyes glazed over a plant with multiple vines curled around each other. He had no clue what they were, but they moved around as if they were alive. His mother would have a field day in here, that was for sure. Reaching out hesitantly, he brought a fingertip to one of the vines. Instantly, it pulled back, curling around the base of the plant. Damon watched, amazed, not looking away until the sounds of howling wind interrupted his concentration.
Looking around, through the veiled walls of the greenhouse, he could see the snow falling. It was not only snowing, but it was coming down furiously. A blizzard in March? That didn't make very much sense, but things never usually did in this world of magic. Well bullocks. He was stuck here until it slowed down. Shifting his weight, he scooted a bit so that he was sitting on the back part of the stool, and then went to lean on the table with his elbows when the roaring of the wind swooshed inside the greenhouse without warning. He almost fell off the stool, but righted himself. Grabbing the stool and setting it up straight, he kept his eyes on the door as it was slung open. In its place stood a figure that quickly stepped inside, closing the door behind her. The sounds were muffled once again, but they were all but forgotten by Damon as he realized who it was. "Isis," He said softly. He did not call her Frost anymore. It felt too formal, and what was between them was not formal. She still refused to talk to him, but he didn't care. "Are you alright? The storm came out of nowhere." Moving away from the stool, he pulled off his black jacket as he neared her. Moving to wrap it around her shoulders, he stopped as she moved away from him. "You have to be freezing. Take it," Damon said, not giving any room for discussion. She could have hated him more than anyone in the world for all he cared, he wasn't going to let her freeze to death. His next attempt was successful, and he patted her shoulders to make sure it was around her tightly before taking a step back. "Better?" Pausing for a second, he decided the silence was too awkward and added, "Looks like we're stuck here for a bit, no?"
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Isis Frost
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Dec 12 2010, 12:19 AM
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As she slipped out into the breezy March day, Isis thought that she had dressed according to the weather. A black turtleneck, some jeans and furry boots were all that kept her warm. Stepping out of the castle, however, Isis realized her mistake. She had agreed to meet Leo out in the Gardens to discuss their little secret, and Isis was still not ready to face him. For so long, Isis knew that no matter what came at her, she could face it as long as she had Leonis by her side. He was like her rock, someone to remind her to be herself, when no one else even knew what was wrong. And now he was so far away from her, untouchable. She couldn't even sleep with him anymore. Who was going to keep her warm at night? To comfort her with their presence? To reassure her that everything was okay? Wrapping her arms around herself, she considered going back into the castle, but she was already late as it was. She hadn't even taken ten steps out of Patronus Academy when the first snowflake fell, but like the stubborn girl she was, Isis carried on. Her teeth started to chatter, and she could feel her hands going numb. Damn. She definitely wasn't going to make it. Pretty soon it had turned into a storm, with rain and everything. Isis ran blindly to the nearest building - the Greenhouses. As much as she had hated Herbology, she knew that it was now her only chance at survival. Oh, she was so stupid. Slipping into the building, Isis shut and locked the door behind her. "F-fuck," she whispered to herself. "Isis," came a voice, causing the Raven to jump and swear loudly.
"Anglin," she replied, using his last name out of spite. "Going to give me a b-bloody heart attack!" But still, there were bigger problems. Her entire body was shaking uncontrollably, and she couldn't feel her fingers. A look at her reflection told her that her hair was a mess and her lips were blue as well. "Are you alright? The storm came out of nowhere." She tried to raise her eyebrow, but her facial muscles weren't responding. "You're t-telling me," Isis replied, moving away from him as he tried to give her his jacket. Mmm, it certainly looked warm... But she couldn't just wear his jacket. Didn't he understand that? "You have to be freezing. Take it," he said, his tone turning assertive. "If you insist," she replied, feeling small as his jacket swallowed her. But it had just come from his own back, and it warmed her up instantly. "Better?" he asked, and she grimaced. "I suppose," she told him, when she really wanted to say, 'Much'. She could certainly give Ellington a piece of her mind, why couldn't she tell Damon how she really felt? "Looks like we're stuck here for a bit, no?" he asked her, probably his attempt at making small talk. Oh man, this was so awkward. She took a seat on one of the benches, her arms wrapped around herself for warmth. "Merlin, I hate Herbology. Remember when I dumped Devil's Snare on your head in Third Year?" she asked, a smirk crossing her face. That year had been the best. She had gotten a week's detention, but it had been so worth it. Her smirk faded when she saw the look on Damon's face. "I suppose you want to talk then? I've been avoiding you for weeks because of that look that says you want answers. What is it then? What's on your mind?" she asked, cocking a brow before hastily adding, "You know. Not that I care of anything."
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Dec 12 2010, 12:48 AM
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His comment didn't do much for the awkwardness, but Isis did move to sit on one of the benches. Damon found himself standing on the other side of her, leaning against a table. "Merlin, I hate Herbology. Remember when I dumped Devil's Snare on your head in Third Year?" Her smirk was the same as always, but Damon did not feel bitter about it. It did not make him want to insult her like before. It used to be the beginning of a fight every time, but things were different now. Meeting the smirk with a smile, he recalled the memory and shook his head. "The bloody thing almost killed me," Damon said, moving his arms around his face as if his hands and fingers were the devil's snare. He went on like this for a few more seconds before letting them drop easily to his sides. "Good thing Professor Longbottom had told us the trick to them just a minute before. He was not happy about me scorching his plant though." His small smile turned into a larger one. Longbottom really loved his plants. Soon enough though, the smile faded and he looked at Isis with the same look he had been giving her for months. Her smirk vanished quickly enough. "I suppose you want to talk then? I've been avoiding you for weeks because of that look that says you want answers. What is it then? What's on your mind?"
There came that brow of hers, raising like always, but then she added as an afterthought, "You know. Not that I care of anything." So. Here it was. He would finally be able to get everything out. Taking a deep breath, he looked down at the ground as he began to talk. "I was so confused when you kissed me back after the formal. And then, on the train, your patronus was a swan. Back in the day, I would have thought it'd be a nundu or perhaps a rabid crow. But everything's pointing to you not being well, you." Looking up, he searched for the answer in her eyes, a shade or two darker than his own. "This year, I've seen a different side of you that I know is real. You keep trying to hide it, but I know it's there. I just want to know what's going on with you. And... why you kissed me?" And walked away? That part didn't need to be said however. To show that he didn't like that part would just complicate things anymore. But who was he kidding? This was like a freaking maze already. Bring on the complications. "Really, I just want to say that I'm here. If you need someone to talk to... I'm here."
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Isis Frost
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Dec 12 2010, 01:21 AM
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Isis knew that she was trapped. She knew that being stuck in here meant more than just having to spend some time with a Badger Prefect, it meant that everything she was holdling onto was about to fall apart. She had learned that there wasn't much she could hide from Damon, and it was unsettling. No one had ever gotten under her skin like he had. Isis knew that she would not leave the Greenhouses in the same condition that she had arrived in. "The bloody thing almost killed me," he said, in regards to her comment about Devil's Snare. Normally she would have made a comment about that being the point, but she decided to keep it civil. She no longer had anything to gain from tormenting Anglin. "Good thing Professor Longbottom had told us the trick to them just a minute before. He was not happy about me scorching his plant though." At the mention of their former Herbology professor, Isis's face fell instantly. Each time one of her professor were mentioned, she felt guilt. Especially when the Headmaster was brought up. Guilt. The one emotion that she had never experienced before. But he had died, and it had been her fault. Her face must have betrayed her feelings, because Damon was looking at her with this expression that drove her crazy. Why couldn't he just mind his own business? So, she asked him what was on his mind, and he told her. Damon mentioned the kiss - which she was still not prepared to talk about - as well as her patronus. Yes, her father had been curious about that as well, but she hadn't been able to give him an answer.
"Since I was seven, I have attended the most prestigous ballet school in all of England - which happens to be a school where both Muggles and Wizards are admitted. I was one of the best, but there was another girl just as good as me. Abigail Swanson. Everyone told her she was beautiful and graceful, just like a swan. I thought nothing unusual of our friendship until the day my mother pulled me aside and told me I was to never speak to her again, because she was filth and I was better than her. The next day when I waited for her before class, she never came. I waited and waited... It wasn't until recently I found a newspaper article. Her family had been tortured and eventually killed, and they had never found the culprit. I suppose you can piece two and two together." Taking a deep breath, she looked up at Damon. "I think you see more of me because you want to. Maybe you want to believe I have 'good' in me or something. but I'm not going to let you get your hopes up. I am exactly how everyone sees me. I am me, nothing more, nothing less, and there's nothing anyone - no, not even you - can do about it. I've done things... Seen things.... Had things done to me that can no one can ever change." Isis felt her voice crack at the end, as she thought of Riley's hands once more. It was silent for a moment, and she felt that there was too much spotlight on her. Now it was Damon's turn to talk about something uncomfortable. "I heard about your parents," Isis said, her voice hardly above a whisper. "I'm... Sorry. She wanted to say it, but she couldn't. "Were you close?" Isis spent so much time wishing her parents were dead that she hardly knew what to do when someone else lost their parents. She was surprised by the fact that she actually felt bad for Damon, but as much as she tried not to let it show, she knew that it was written across her face.
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Damon Anglin
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Dec 12 2010, 12:51 PM
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"..I waited and waited... It wasn't until recently I found a newspaper article. Her family had been tortured and eventually killed, and they had never found the culprit. I suppose you can piece two and two together." She looked up at him, and she was given a surprised, worried expression. Damon didn't want to look at her as if she were some small girl grieving, but he felt for her. The fact that her parents did that to a friend she made when she was only a young girl... It'd do a number on anyone. "I think you see more of me because you want to. Maybe you want to believe I have 'good' in me or something. but I'm not going to let you get your hopes up. I am exactly how everyone sees me. I am me, nothing more, nothing less, and there's nothing anyone - no, not even you - can do about it. I've done things... Seen things.... Had things done to me that can no one can ever change." Her voice cracked at the end, and silence reigned for several moments. Damon wanted to speak up, but something was telling him not to. He didn't want to push her. It was obviously tearing her up from the inside-out already. Quietly though, he made the decision to help her. Whatever he would have to do to make her break away from what she thought she had to be, he would do it.
"I heard about your parents. I'm... Were you close?" The terrible pull in his stomach returned, much in the same manner as it always did when his parents were brought up. Heaving a deep sigh, he turned around and looked over the plants on the table in front of him. "We were very close," Damon said, a bit weak. Clearing his throat, he started again with a much clearer and stronger voice. "I would help my mom plant her gardens out in the front of the house. I'd even help her bake when she didn't have any articles to write. My dad, he was a professor... always kind and warm, he showed me how to be nice to everyone. He didn't look down at people just because they had less money than us. He talked to them all as if they were his best mates. He was a great man..." Trailing off, Damon lowered his head. The tears wanted to come, and he closed his eyes in an attempt to stop them. "Everyone can change y'know," Damon finally said before lifting his head up again. Slowly, he turned around and looked down at Isis. Slowly, he walked over to her and sat beside her. Shoulders touching, he stared deeply. "I see what I see because I open my eyes. I don't just assume someone is something because of their parents, or their friends. Even with all that's been between us, I'm willing to look past it. You want to change, Isis," Damon paused to take a small breath. "And it's okay if you do." Hesitantly, he began to lean in closer, moving in for a gentle kiss.
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Isis Frost
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Dec 12 2010, 01:33 PM
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As Damon began to talk about his parents, Isis noticed a sinking feeling. If she wanted, she could name off every single man or woman that had been involved in the attack on his home. She was sure that he would want to know. Isis could only imagine being so close to her parents - maybe in the past she had shared a special bond with her father, but now any semblance of a relationship was gone. She listened to the Badger as he talked, unable to push away the guilt that was eating at her. "Everyone can change y'know," he said abruptly, changing the subject much as she had earlier. Isis just shook her head. "I see what I see because I open my eyes. I don't just assume someone is something because of their parents, or their friends. Even with all that's been between us, I'm willing to look past it. You want to change, Isis," Damon said, and Isis's eye widened, as if she were afraid. There were a million things she wanted to say now, to argue and tell him that no, he was wrong about her. That she was a strong girl with a purpose and a duty. But he terrified her. "And it's okay if you do." He didn't give her a chance to say anything else before he was moving towards her. Isis was frozen in her own fear until his lips touched hers. At first she didn't respond, thinking he would just pull away, but the only pulling was at her own heart, encouraging her to just kiss him back already. So she did. Taking a hold of his sweater, she pulled him close and deepened the kiss. Isis could feel the tears welling up in her eyes, the fear, the hurt that was sure to come. Finally, she pulled back, retreating into herself and looking the other way so that he wouldn't see her face.
"I kissed you at the dance because... of a stupid, silly reason. I wanted to see if you could fix me. That maybe the reason why I am how I am is because I'm broken and I just needed someone to patch me up. But it didn't work. I was the same, except now I have to deal with my feelings for a Mudblood." Finally, she looked at him. "You'll probably regret this one day. All of this." Was this how Leonis felt? Falling for someone that his parents would never accept? It wasn't that she could help her feelings, but she knew that it was her own fault for allowing him to get so close to her. "You used to tell me I was a cold bitch. That I had no heart, no soul. I tried to tell you it wasn't true. But you insisted. I bet you didn't even realize that I wasn't calling you a Mudblood because I actually thought you were, but because you expected me to. Because everyone expected me to. Story of my life." Taking a breath, she looked up at the ceiling. "I don't know how Leonis does it." Wrapping her arms tighter around herself, Isis tried not to fall apart in front of him. She had already given away so much. How had that happened? How had he been able to get so much out of her? "He could be killed. You have no idea what his parents are like. They spoil their sons, but if they ever even suspected something like this..." But Isis would defend Leonis with everything she had, that much she knew. "He must really love her. I didn't even know he had it in him."
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Dec 13 2010, 09:30 PM
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There was no confusion anymore on this specific part. Damon wanted to kiss Isis Frost. He was attracted to her and, for all intents and purposes, fancied her. It didn't make much sense, but Damon was pulled towards her like a magnet was attracted to another. It didn't make much sense, the magnets, either; it just was, and simply would be. That was the only way Damon could ever explain his attraction to the girl who had been his rival in more ways than one for the past six years. So when he leaned in to kiss her, he was holding his breath for several seconds to see if she would respond. It took that long for her to, and then she pulled on his black heavily-knit sweater. The kiss was deepened, and Damon let everything else slip away. The passion he felt in the kiss was undeniable, and in that moment he thought that he would be with Isis Frost. They would be together, and that was that. But once she pulled away and refused to look at him, the dagger that was stuck in his heart twisted deeper and deeper to the middle. His throat was dry, and he could only swallow to keep it from choking him.
"I kissed you at the dance because... of a stupid, silly reason. I wanted to see if you could fix me. That maybe the reason why I am how I am is because I'm broken and I just needed someone to patch me up. But it didn't work. I was the same, except now I have to deal with my feelings for a Mudblood." It was then, when she had called him an insult that didn't do anything to Damon anymore, that she looked back at him. "You'll probably regret this one day. All of this." In this one fleeting second, Damon felt the beginning of hope. Even her words after it did not diminish the now surging fire. It was building up. She had feelings for him. She still didn't understand that now she cared for him, she was different. He would just help her see it. Silently, he shook his head and let out a small, "Never." And then she was talking again, and Damon was floored. "You used to tell me I was a cold bitch. That I had no heart, no soul. I tried to tell you it wasn't true. But you insisted. I bet you didn't even realize that I wasn't calling you a Mudblood because I actually thought you were, but because you expected me to. Because everyone expected me to. Story of my life." She took a breath, and it was then that Damon was able to get his own words in.
"Y'know, the first time I met you, I didn't expect anything. No, scratch that. I expected to become your friend. Sure, you had this look about you, but we all were trying to be bigger than we were back then. I had no idea who you were, but that was made clear all too soon. The cold, soulless bitch part came later down the road when you would curse my living every time you saw me." He didn't say this with any bitterness, but with a matter of fact tone. "I didn't help any either though. I could have just let you sling insult after insult at me, and just walk away, but I didn't. I wanted to prove to you that I was worthy of being in this world. I guess it's all about pride and expectations." He paused, not knowing what else to say, before looking back to Isis. Smiling weakly, he listened to her talk about Leonis. "He must really love her. I didn't even know he had it in him." It was a shocker, but Damon was happy for the two. Aimee and Leonis. An odd couple if there ever were one. It was like Romeo and Juliet, romance destined to end badly. Still... it was pulling at Damon's heart. "He's risking everything for something real. In the end, that's all there is. Love." Biting his lip, he leaned a bit, pressing his shoulder against hers. "Are you saying you wouldn't risk anything for true love? Something so real?" For me?
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Dec 14 2010, 02:36 PM
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Isis would never admit that she was jealous. Jealous that Leonis had picked a Muggleborn over her. The two Ravens could have gladly lived out the rest of their lives, happy together. They were the perfect couple already, why did he want something else? But there was another reason for her jealously. Leonis was happy with Aimee, happier than she had ever seen him before. It frightened her, but it also turned her green until she remembered that girls like her didn't deserve 'happy endings'. She could tell that he expected it to just work out one day, that everyone would be okay. Dididn't he understand that they would live the rest of their lives in fear? What if they broke up? There were too many 'ifs'. "He's risking everything for something real. In the end, that's all there is. Love." Oh, so he was one of those types. She should have known. Isis would have liked to believe in love. For a lot of people, it was convenient to believe, but for the dark haired Raven, it was nearly impossible. Her mother and father certainly didn't love each other, and weren't they supposed to be the prime example in her life? She had honestly never met anyone who was 'in love' with their spouse. How could she believe in love? "Are you saying you wouldn't risk anything for true love? Something so real?" he asked, and she felt as though it was a heavily loaded question. "True love?" she asked. "What makes you think a girl like me is capable of love? I wouldn't know the first thing about it. See? You're overestimating me already," she told him, moving away.
"You don't understand, Damon. People like me, we don't get happy endings. We marry whoever our parents pick for us, pretend it's love, and put out as many pureblooded offspring into the world as we can. If we fall in love, it's considered weakness. I can't afford it, and it's not allowed. Not unless it's someone acceptable." Taking a deep breath, she looked down. "I used to believe that I was in love with Leonis. But if you love someone, they should feel the same way, right? Instead of throwing their life away to be with someone else." She had never told anyone that before, and she wasn't sure why she was saying it now. To prove a point, maybe? "I know where this is going. But I can't just fall in love with you. I could never put my life in someone else's hands like that, and it's unfair of you to expect it of me." At her last words, she felt her voice hitch and the tears well in her eyes. "You think it's this simple thing, but it's not, and I can't pretend it is. Besides," she said, standing and moving over to the baby Devil's Snare. Slipping her hand over the pot's edge, she let the tiny vines wrap around her fingers. "The villains aren't supposed to fall in love. They don't deserve it."
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"True love? What makes you think a girl like me is capable of love? I wouldn't know the first thing about it. See? You're overestimating me already." She was wrong, but she was already moving away. There was an instant urge inside of him, telling him to move with her. He almost complied, but stopped himself when he saw that she wasn't finished. "You don't understand, Damon. People like me, we don't get happy endings. We marry whoever our parents pick for us, pretend it's love, and put out as many pureblooded offspring into the world as we can. If we fall in love, it's considered weakness. I can't afford it, and it's not allowed. Not unless it's someone acceptable. I used to believe that I was in love with Leonis. But if you love someone, they should feel the same way, right? Instead of throwing their life away to be with someone else." He used to think that Isis and Leonis were perfect for each other. Arrogant. Vain. Thought everyone else were beneath them. They strutted around like the 'it' couple, right under Perseus and Lyra. Of course, they also fought every other day, but Damon just thought it was so they could keep everyone talking about them. Now, he felt a tinge of jealousy. And sadness. He wanted to wrap his arms around her, tell her it would be okay, but he couldn't do that.
"I know where this is going. But I can't just fall in love with you. I could never put my life in someone else's hands like that, and it's unfair of you to expect it of me. You think it's this simple thing, but it's not, and I can't pretend it is. Besides," She stood, but he had already seen the tears in her eyes. She didn't want to show anymore weakness to him. The stabbing pain in his gut doubled. "The villains aren't supposed to fall in love. They don't deserve it." Damon swallowed the lump in his throat. She believed so differently than Damon, and for a moment, he thought everything was all for nothing. Trying to find out who she really was. He had finally stumbled upon it only to have her say that it would never see the light of day. He almost sat there, silent, for the rest of the time, but her previous words were ringing in his head. No. He wouldn't just let her give up. "You're no villain," Damon said, standing up. Moving over to the table, he stood close by her side, looking at the side of her face. All of the warmth, the calm was gone. His face was serious, determined. "Just because of what you grew up in, just because you think you have to, doesn't mean you have to keep living that way. No matter what you say, things can change. You can't keep denying your feelings and what you want just because you don't think you deserve it. Look at me," Damon said, not in a harsh command, but in a pleading tone. "You deserve only the best, you just have to want it. Isis, you are a good person, you just have to want it bad enough. If you do, then nothing can stop you." Reaching out, Damon grabbed both of her arms, pulling her closer. He stared into her eyes, not daring to blink. He didn't want to lose her. He wanted her, and he knew in that second that he would do anything to have her. "Nothing at all."
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