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| Regina Ramone | Feb 19 2008, 06:24 PM Post #1 |
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It was unusual for Regina to ever except the offer of anything like a date from a man; even more so when it was the same man who caused nearly half of her teen years to be a living hell. That's just how Regina was; a good, old fashioned, unusual young lady. Regina did have a reason for going over there, after denying that she was attracted to Mason she had to figure out another reason as to why she accepted his invitation to have tea and do some gardening Sunday. First she established it wasn't a date. So she had to find a better reason why she was going to a man's house without someone else with her. At first she was blank on reasoning, that was until she remembered he couldn't touch a woman without her permission and all they would be doing was drinking tea and digging in the dirt. How hormone inducing can that be? Regina shook her head rather violently as picture answers to that question came flooding her mind and having her wanting to skip Mason's and go strait to confession in the closest Muggle town around Hogsmeade. "Stupid, stupid, stupid. Reminder, never ask ones self a question as to how to be aroused by digging dirty holes." Regina said jumping around as if she were a little kid with a bad taste in the mouth trying to spit it out. "I'll never get the blush off my cheeks when working in a garden again! Thank you very much, self!" Regina whispered angrily at herself, Regina did this often when alone with her thoughts. As she calmed down, she toke the last few steps down Mason's road and jumped up the steps, as if playing hopscotch, to musically knock on his front door. Hearing piles banging and tables with breakables falling to their demise Regina grimaced several time as she waited an easy five minutes for someone to answer the door, she would have opened the door herself but something like deja vu or a bad dream said that wouldn't be a good idea for anyone to open the door. So first Regina acted calmly, then slightly worried and embarrassed then she merely stood at the door occupying her time by doing a little dance to music she recognized playing inside. It was "Happy" by Travis; a Band Regina had obsessed about for over two months when traveling in America with a theatrical crew. After the two and a half months were over she would list to it ever so often would list to them more and more, but since that time nearly a year ago she had found other bands to fall in love with and would burn her quickly by accident but then burn warm and deep for the rest of her life. She was in the middle of her jumpy little dance when the door quickly swung open by a person who obviously expected the person to no longer be there. It was only then that she realized the sign on the door said. "Closed for Sunday, may your higher power bless you." "Oh wow, I didn't even notice that, I'm sorry." Regina said in a complete honest voice that showed she was dumb to the sign until now. Moving out of the way to let her in Regina bowed her head in thanks and entered the living room slash shop area of Mason’s cottage. Regina walked in, hands in her jean pockets, thinking those were the best things to work in with an old Ramones T-shirt under her cotton and her leather jacket and scarf. Every time she put her jeans and a T-shirt on, she forgot how unreliably comfortable it was wearing them, No ribbon wrapped around her waste, no thighs to keep her legs warm, no restricting garments to keep her looking like a proper lady. Before disturbing garden images came to her mind she was thinking saying “screw you” to her finishing school teachers wouldn’t be a bad idea and so she wore her Father’s old jeans, no skirt hiding her figure and no ribbon around her waste and no bra to tie her down she felt that if she were tired she could just lay down and sleep she was so comfortable in her own clothes. Not that her dresses were uncomfortable, those were the most comfortable but Regina was excited about not conforming to her usual dress habits today. She was calm and cool she even managed to slump her shoulders, though she would never slouch from back problems but walking like a usual American woman in jeans and a T-shirt with comfortable tennis shoes she felt more at home know in Mason’s living room then being all dressed up in Costume and going to her own house. The only thing to say was, she liked the feeling, and had to remember that if the day went nicely she would have to do it again some time. Regina just wasn’t at all sure on how today would go. Mason said the last time they saw each other, “No secrets between friends,” and since he had few secrets Regina didn’t know about it was Regina’s day to fess up to her own sins of the past; the young lady was just hoping they could have tea before the tears. |
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| Mason Ezrin | Feb 20 2008, 07:24 PM Post #2 |
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It could not be stopped now. After Regina said yes to seeing him on Sunday, his mind was no where else but Regina and flowers. Mostly Regina, since almost every flower reminded him of her and so many flowers in the garden, have since gone un-picked. As Mason toke of his dress shirt and pants from Church still his mind wrapped around the woman as if she had just left him rather then a week ago. Nothing could stop him now, he was trapped after last Saturday he was stuck in her grasp whether she was holding him in her arms or not. Mason was hooked on her, trapped, addicted, put a fork in him he was done and all he could think about was when she would get there. Don't be mistaken Mason felt like a fool, he had been questioning his actions his motives all week long. What could they possibly do together besides plant spring bulbs out in the garden and start growing tomatoes in the hot house? Mason just pictured her in the bedroom where he now stood and let his imagination run wild. She just smiled at him her sweetest smile, the one where her lips curled up as she bit her bottom lip, as if she were smiling about something she shouldn't be smiling about and her teeth where trying to hold onto the last shred of modesty. Shaking his head he cursed himself out loud and asked God for forgiveness for the words he used as he tried to clear those thoughts away. "What am I doing? A ruined man thinking things, will only get me in trouble. I need no more such trouble from Regina Ramone." He hit himself square in the head with the palm of his hand, when he realized he was starting to talk like his old Slytherin self. No matter how old you grew, or how many people beat you into shape there; were some ways of doing things or thinking things that are burned into your mind, no matter how much you wish you dream to be free of them. As he buttoned up a flannel shirt over his his T-shirt Mason made his way down to the kitchen and put a pot of water on to boil for the tea and then brushed the dirt off the table onto the floor and moving the many pots to the window sill and replaced them with mugs that looked like holeless clay pots with handles, sugar, a small jar of cream from the refrigerator and two small glass plates. Mason had done all this singing along to the music that played from a charmed CD player in the family room, it was U16 Girls by Travis which was the CD he had in the day before and hadn't changed. Singing rather poorly but with a hole lot of soul to the next song, he checked all of his plants to see it they needed watering before he heard a knock on the door that sounded as if someone was playing the drums on it. No matter how good it sounded it shattered his nervous concentration and ended up turning around into a table and heard something shatter on the floor. Looking down he gave a sigh of relief to know it was just his mother's vase rather then some of his plants and moved shoelessly through the broken glass to the kitchen to get his wand of the counter. After fixing the vase and setting it back on the table before making his way to the door taking a deep calming breath before opening it thinking she might have decided to go to the back door before smiling at Regina who was there dancing around on his front porch. She stopped only to apologize for not noticing the sign. "Don't worry about it Regina many people ignore the sign, usually men who need flowers to make up with there wives who have stolen there wands." Mason said with a grin trying not to laugh he was half and half not surprised by the feeling in his chest, how could he have missed her so much, this woman he barely knew. It was then that he remembered his thoughts of her earlier, remembering his new found addiction to thinking of her, and he was glad he was allowed to turn away temporarily to hide the blush on his cheeks and to let Regina inside. "Did you have a good walk over here?" He asked closing the door and running his hand through his dark brown hair. She suddenly looked worried about something and then the look faded, whether it was because she turned to see him, or because she turned ot look at him and didn't want him to see. Praying for the first he smiled at her, like a nervous young man on a first date, before heading through the shop, inviting Regina to follow, then crossed through the family room full of his plants and his kitchen which had almost as much greenery as the family room. The walls had been once painted yellow but was barely viable to the many vines that covered the walls and over flowed over cabinet doors and door and window frames. “Welcome to my humble home.” Mason said with a smile inviting Regina to take a seat. |
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| Regina Ramone | Apr 4 2008, 11:22 PM Post #3 |
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Regina guiltily smiled the one where she would bite her bottom lip when she found some thing amusing that a proper girl wouldn’t or shouldn’t think about. After Mason turned away from her, apparently hiding something, she took a few shy steps inside still unsure about the situation, which was until she noticed the comforting air the place had. It felt more like a real home then a shop, but that was maybe because Mason lived there and had lived there for nearly twelve years. Regina didn’t think she would ever feel so welcomed and it scared her. It scared her that she could be so at home in a place she’d never been, She felt scared that another man could make her feel so happy, calm, and free as her father once made her feel when he would hold her hand and walk with her. It had been twenty years since he died but she still kept hold to the memory of him with child like fear. Regina’s dad was the only thing she had that could be thought of as a man who loved her; and she didn’t want to let that go, knowing it was the only man who could ever love her and that she would be nothing without even something as little as a memory to love her unconditionally. All of the sudden it was hard for Regina to breathe, her lungs felt dry and brittle like charcoal. Feeling the coming-on of a panic attack she turned to look to Mason whose red cheeks were pulled up in an uncertain smile. A wave of warmth burnt her cheeks red with embarrassment and her lungs gasped for cold air, like she was about to be swallowed by fire. A smile lit her face like a street light went off at the first hint of darkness, as Mason seemed to be in the same boat she was with being awkward. Damn I am a fool, why does he make me feel like a weak little tomato plant? "Did you have a good walk over here?" “More like a dance over here actually, getting my exercise… Okay that was a lie I don’t exercise, what can I say planting flowers gets me all worked up inside.” Regina said, feeling like a dork, why couldn’t she just say it was a good walk? Why couldn’t Regina for once answer a question simply with out over working something that was asked only out of manners? Nope, Regina just couldn’t be normal; she had to go there and when she was there she had to take a few steps more and do a little dance. Mentally she smacked her forehead with the palm of her hand as she quietly followed him to the kitchen looking around. Wow! was the only thought she could think without thinking to much, which Regina often did with out meaning to, but this time she purposefully stopped unwanted thoughts, like digging holes earlier. Regina blushed and cursed herself for reminded her of that embarrassing mental film. There was something deep down inside Regina that just loved to make her blush, Regina usually had to amuse herself and so the habit of making a joke out of her feelings and loneliness was a hard on to break. Regardless of her disturbing imagery she looked through the plants in the family room; it looked like her dad’s house back in America. Before she had all of her plants shipped back to the UK when she took the teaching job Regina was living at her dad’s old wreak of a bachelor pad in down town Cincinnati; and to avoid going insane from living in the city, Regina bought or grew as many plants, magical and muggle, that would fit in her house. Despite her original uncertainty about coming her she felt instantly at home when she submerged herself in the room full of plants only to come to a kitchen equally full of greenery. “Humble is a bit of an understatement, this place is absolutely amazing.” Regina said breathing in the fresh air. She was turned away from Mason looking at the plants so for a brief moment she let herself close her eyes and breathe in. the air in the kitchen with the tea to going and the wild plants was like breathing in the air of a rainforest between on rain shower and the next, the air was moist and sweet. Turning back around Mason was looking at her funny, so tilting her head to her left side she just looked right back at him. This went on for quite a bit before the tea pot whistling broke her concentration and she turned to the side laughing. Combing her fingers through her hair until she realized she had it all braided in two long pig tails on either side of her head. Giving up on that she merely combed her fingers through her long bangs instead while feeling uttering useless as Mason prepared the tea. “You know I never quite understood a good deal of British customs; eating something called spotted dick being one of them. There is one thing I am sad to say never caught on in America…” Regina said with a smile looking at mason’s expression. “And that of course was tea time. Every time I go back to American, people have coffee breaks, or the poor actors go and blow the last six dollars they have on a six dollar mocha frappuccino espresso or what have you, which all taste completely foul. Yet for the first few weeks it always surprises me that the whole place does just stop to have tea.” Regina was being very dramatic with her small talk, almost acting it to make the unusual conversation more interesting or to make herself feel less awkward at making small talk with usually was never her scene. The self conscious Regina would do this a lot when she felt uncomfortable, and her standing around doing nothing definitely made her feel uncomfortable. It wasn’t until Mason had finished letting the tea brew and take it to the table that she felt more like herself, not having to act to feel comfortable. |
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| Mason Ezrin | Jun 10 2008, 09:21 PM Post #4 |
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It was obvious to Mason that those first few moments were awkward. Mason had turned to look away from Regina trying to calm himself, then God brought down his mighty hand and slapped him in the face; Because she toke his advise to come inside and then right there stopped right in his line of vision.I am cursed... well vowed yes but God has cursed. This whole wooing thing with Regina will not be easy; Because God Himself has cursed, for being such a fool. Mason toke it as a sign that he shouldn't ignore her though and just watched her, waiting for her to miss him enough to find him with her eyes. She seemed at first tense, Mason watched every movement so carefully, but his heart gave a sigh when her shoulders slumped and she melted into the front flower room like it belonged to her. Though she seemed to like it just fine Mason thought the area didn't suit her. Just like certain flowers go with certain people certain areas fit with people to and Regina did not belong in the area where he sold signs of affection to other people. No she belonged where his heart had belonged for years, in the kitchen; with his plants, food and of course, the tea. Regina wouldn’t take his heart out of the plants, but she could make it grow. Mason was sure, Regina was the kind of woman to make things grow, he could feel it. Mason silently led her through his sun room, or what he called his living room, that was mostly made up of tables upon tables covered in plants, then a several book shelves holding everything from The Oedipus Cycle to how to properly dispose of acid slugs. He moved on to the kitchen watching her from the corner of his eye as she talked and examined the plants picking up a few dead leaves off the ones he missed. After a few short moments he turned away and let her work in private while he toke zucchini bread from the icebox. Getting bored he made small talk, he hated cookie cuter answers, almost as much as he disliked asking cookie cuter questions; but Regina made him feel less like a fool by giving him an answer as far away from what any other person would give. Mason had been so used hearing the words "fine" or "okay" and then as she said anything but fine or okay he realized how much he disliked those two simple words as answers for anything. "Planting flowers is the one gift God gave to man after that whole origin sin punishment. As a sign of hope even. It’s hard work but its honest work.” He turned to look at his work and smiled. A part of him actually begged her to argue, to question his logic or sanity, but that was the tiny arrogant part of him, the part of him that still thought he was the greatest gift to man, and woman. So it pleased him when she stayed quiet and simply toke her time looking at the plants while. Playing a side step game of her complimenting his house, he at first didn’t think it was much but after he started working and earning, or not earning; the house became his haven, and finally his home. Mason just silently watched Regina as she closed her eyes, and Mason couldn’t even fathom what went of in her mind under her rivers of black hair, but whatever it was it seemed peaceful and Mason wanted a part of it. Mason was a selfish man, and deep down inside he knew it well, and yet when it came to Regina he wasn’t at all repentant about wanting her all to himself. At the moment it was too late for him to hide his gaze when she turned to look at him staring at her. She cocked her head like a little puppy but in the sweetest way and just looked at him, as if he was a statue of a man rather then one looking right back at her. It was like this for several minutes, her forest greens eyes seemed to be looking into his very soul and he wondered it he could see how much she had started to grow on him. Only a week and yet still she was all he could think about. Perhaps if her piercing eyes were clever enough she could see what brought this obsession into being inside him. It could have been from last week when she clung to him like a happy child from seeing his garden, that certainly had something to do with a part of it, but he knew it wasn’t all of it. Perhaps it was those sweet tears in her eyes from looking at the garden’s beauty, or the moon in the night sky, or it could have even been the strange wind that had blown as they walked side by side in the night. Whatever power she now had over him, he hoped she could see it, part of him, that small cocky part of him, wanted it to be destroyed. Then the larger part wanted it to be hidden from her mesmerizing eyes, her al knowing eyes. Mason had figured Regina knew a great deal about him, including who he hugged and kissed, but he hoped that she didn’t know who he wanted to hold and kiss. That he would save for later, it was okay for a man to have one little secret, even when that secret was the last shred of his dignity and pride. Then again, pride had knocked him down once; perhaps it would do it again. Regina didn’t seem at all the type of lady who would knock a man down, even one like him, what with the little pride he had, she wouldn’t kick a man while he was down, unless her truly deserved it. Regina seemed to be denying the real pride he had behind his jokes and comments. Which for Mason, right now was okay with him; yet that deep heavy voice, the voice in him that gave great wisdom, but talked so rarely he never knew it was the deepest and wisest part of his conscious until it was to late, said to him that it was best to tell her, in subtle ways to let it be known but without getting on bended knee. The wise voice lost though, as the high demanding voice of his pride told him to keep his mouth shut on the topic of love and soul mates, Mason himself didn’t know but all the unconscious parts of him knew, with out a doubt, that there was something special about Regina Ramone. Finally the tea kettle started to whistle wildly, which snapped both of them out of their trance and while Regina laughed, he pulled a fake smile for a few moments then he stopped the masquerade and fixed the tea, letting the earl grey seep while he aimlessly looked for sugar and cream in the cabinets until he remembered they were already on the table. After a while of searching the cupboards feeling like a fool he listened to Regina’s new train of though, and he wondered where she came up with her interesting choice of conversations. He stopped looking through the cabinets when he saw her waving her hands about and describing American actors and how the world wouldn’t stop for tea time. “Though it is not yet officially tea time, I completely understand, you could go into a tea shop and find it completely empty at four O’clock and wonder if your timer was broken.” Mason said trying to live though the situation though he had never experienced it he had a good imagination. You had to when you were a single man working in a flower shop. He could tell she was acting, just by her exaggerated movements and after he put the tea down he resisted the urge to say something about it, and failed. Take a small step closer to her so close they were almost touching, so close that one wrong move on his part one false step could break his vow and have him dead on the floor he looked down on the ground. Kept on looking down until her body obscured his view and she was backed into a wall trying to avoid him. With that he just looked into her eyes a cold but tender seriousness about him, and breathed her in until he could find the right words to say. “Regina, please- please don’t ever, ever act around me. Not unless it’s Shakespeare or something from a hit play of those Americans. I hate, hate to make you nervous, I could do nothing to you.” Mason said lifting up his hands as if in surrender showing them that they are empty and there was no need to fear from them. Just by this foreword act he knew she felt awkward after all the blood was pumping through her neck as fast as a floored river and it seemed he might of caught her breath in her thought by getting so close. The man forgot how uncomfortable she got when people came close without her permission and he only hoped it didn’t spark anger in her like it had the last time. “I just- I just hate to see you not be yourself. It drives me nuts to be honest.” Mason paused in his speech and looked to his side. “I drive’s me nuts, not knowing who you really are. You play these characters I don’t know if it’s part of you or if it’s just a line…. if it’s just an act.” Mason said turning back to look at in her eyes, eyes that didn’t seem so piercing now. “I’m sorry if I scared you, but I really wanting to make this above all else very clear.” Mason said his voice deep and smooth when he wasn’t choking up on what he was trying to say. |
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| Regina Ramone | Jun 13 2008, 12:31 AM Post #5 |
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The woman’s eyes grew so wide as Mason closed in on her they were nearly all black, only the smallest hit of green around her wide, shocked eyes. Normally she would have done something to prevent this, she could have pushed him away, or side stepped him. Yet, all her body could do was move backward to keep their bodies a safe distance apart. When she felt her back walk into the wall she flattened herself against it and just watched Mason. She was trying to predict what he would do next, surely this wasn’t some short of death wish he had going? Even if it was Regina was the only one he knew it wouldn’t work. Regina never had told him this, but she had written him a letter, only a few years back, in which she had told him everything, told him of her crush on him when she was younger. Told him how she was so grateful to him in this weird way because what changed his life also changed her. Supposedly Mason became a better person a fact which Regina knew to be true; and for Regina though it made it unbelievably hard for her to make any decent friends at first it also helped her with other boys that were once like him to keep away from her. So though it kept potential friends away it also kept the bad men at her school away from her. What also was in this long letter that she wrote was Regina signing off all control she had over him. So technically Mason could do whatever he wanted right now and though the curse would no longer kill him she certainly could. It was to Regina’s great relief however that Mason didn’t touch her and even held up his hands to show he wouldn’t, which should have put her mind at ease rather heighten her sense of fear of the grown man who’s skin was mere millimeters away from her skin. It was adrenalin inducing though not from fear did her blood pump as if she were running a 10K race it was from something so much more embarrassing. Something a chaste girl should think about, which made her pale cheeks glow red like Christmas tree lights. “Couldn’t, but not wouldn’t, Mason?” Regina toke a shallow breath into her Chest she was scared to breath, thinking that even the movement of her chest pumping in ad out my cause a great deal more of trouble then she wished to happen. Taking a deeper breath now understanding what it was all about, she was going to try and explain. Mason had hit the nail nearly dead center on the head and she wanted to get one thing clear. “Mason, I- This is how I am Mason, I can’t help but be nervous, no matter what kind of man you think you are, any woman, namely myself, is going to be nervous when a grown man has her pretty much pinned to a wall.” Regina said trying to avoid the real subject. Mason really didn’t have her pinned she was sure she could easily escape, but it wouldn’t be a good idea to put Regina’s instincts in charge, because all the parts of her body just seemed to want to reproduce. Mason’s eyes burrowed into her the center looked as cold as ice but it seemed to burn into Regina and it was Regina’s turn to feel what it was like for someone to look to deep into ones self. “Sometimes I just can’t help it Mason, my nerves just take over… Maybe you should just stop making me nervous!” Regina said first feeling like a child who was caught in a lie, before the embarrassment turned to snippiness. Regina looked Mason in the eyes not daring to let her cowardly self look away for even a moment. “Nothing serious I say is ever an act, why does the other stuff matter? Though if it makes you feel better, I am sorry if I made you doubt my honesty, I didn’t mean to. You asked me to be myself from the beginning well this is who I am Mason. I wouldn’t know how to change, I have tried sure, not to be so nervous, but there are some things you can’t talk yourself out of.” “It’s clear as crystal now Mason; perhaps even to clear?” Regina said finally letting the coward in her look down, but only to hide the smile in her eyes. Why would Mason even care if she decided to act out everything with him? Sure they were friends but even friends could joke around, right? Regina felt her knees get a little weak, she knew she shouldn’t be thinking such things about Mason. The whole reason for this was to make them feel less awkward if she kept up with thoughts like this it would just make it harder for her to keep just friends with Mason Ezrin. |
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| Mason Ezrin | Jun 13 2008, 12:51 AM Post #6 |
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“Honestly Regina who wouldn’t, you’re beautiful.” Mason said, and the words slipped out before he ever wanted them to, which was never. Then he went on again, before any part of him could argue. “You taught me long ago Regina that just because I would doesn’t mean I should. Since then I have remembered to think twice about everything. Now every time I wish to do to something I know I shouldn’t my stomach hurts.” Mason said, only telling her this because a pain in his navel that circuited through until it made his ribs ache. “So, I have to tell myself that it’s not what I really want. Suffice it to say that with Slytherins that approach is never very effective.” He saw as he looked her in the face that there was a sadness the creased her brow. To him Regina still looked like a teenager, her long waves of hair were trapped in pigtails on either side of her head and it made her look small and helpless. Regina was nothing close to small and helpless and her trapped waves of hair made him angry. Stopping to think about it, he figured it would be okay, just this once, and he reached out to her. The shocked look on Regina’s face only made him smile as he toke one of her pig tails in his hands, and before he even thought about it he toke the white tie she had in it out and gently combed his fingers to let the curls down. The fresh scent of orchids lifted to his nose from her hair and it made him stop once and actually see what he was doing. Mason was being a man, or at least he thought he was, it had been a while since he was so close to a woman so he was unsure. He liked the feeling though, like he was the dominant one, the one in control even though deep down he knew he wasn’t. This sent a wave of panic through him at first but then he gave a crooked smile and attacked Regina’s other pigtail to set it free. “Now that’s better, those silly pigtails made you look a twelve year old.” Mason said with a short laugh, glad to know the little act of playing with her hair didn’t kill him. Listening intently to Regina’s little speech two of his fingers still in her hair. He never meant to make her nervous in the beginning, but then he started to like how her cheeks stormed red. He had forgotten how much he loved seeing a girl blush, and the pools of blood on Regina’s cheeks were a sweet shade of virtue he had never known before. It almost made him giddy to watch as they grew darker and darker as she continued to pour out an explanation. “Don’t ever try to change on purpose Regina; it only leads to pain and uncertainty. It causes Pain to masquerade as something you are not and uncertainty about whom you really are behind forced habits.” Mason said to her his voice even and deep as he whispered in her ear. “Besides, I think I like you just the way you are.” “Perhaps you are right… Perhaps it is to clear.” Mason said gently removing his fingers from her hair and taking a step back. It had all gone to deep; he saw the price he was going to pay from this moment on. He didn’t deny any feelings he had for Regina Ramone like he was suppose to, no instead he signed his own death warrant by letting her creep into his head. She bewitched him, but not with potions or spells. No she poisoned him with the way she talked so freely, and her kindness when he knew every wrong doing was his fault, her forgiveness had enchanted him, and the way she is always prepared to make anything too serious a joke to calm everyone down cursed him. The way she blushed bewitched him. The way she answered a door and danced on his front porch bewitched him. Oh and that angelic crooked smile she had cursed him. It all doomed him to live a life always wanting Regina Ramone, even when he knew she was off limits. This morning it was mere infatuation, but as he toke a step back he knew that first step he toke toward her was his last step as a semi-free man, no now he was prisoner to the raven hair beauty only a few inches from him. Now he was slave to the pain of denying the one thing all of him truly wanted. Ambition would get him no where, there was no where to climb too Regina was the only peak there was and he was unable to even get a grasp on her let alone start climbing. They say he was supposed to be cunning, and yet there were no loop holes into Regina’s heart. It is said he is resourceful, but right now Mason felt as if he were on a sand island in the middle of thee Atlantic. He could do nothing to hold her, nothing to open her heart to a rather odd opportunity. An opportunity that would always pass him by, but would never leave Regina’s list of options now, if she only knew it was even there. Despite Mason’s sinking feelings into depression the promise of a chronic stomach disorder there was this warmth inside his chest. Something felt so right while the rest of him felt so wrong. Yet there was a light that grew slowly as he stepped back from Regina; he was doing the right thing which made those hard steps grow lighter to take. |
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| Regina Ramone | Jul 22 2008, 01:00 AM Post #7 |
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Even if someone had cut Regina’s cheeks with a razor to let all the blood loose her cheeks couldn’t get any redder at what Mason was saying. But what is he saying? Regina wondered looking at him fighting as hard as she could not to wrap her arms around him. Though her mind could not yet conceive what his words meant her body knew it all too well and was ready to thank him. Trying to calm her body down as if someone would calm a wild dog she looked at Mason. The way his brows creased and the way his eyes looked at her, and she would have given almost anything to know what he was thinking. “Mason I never meant for any of this to happen. It shouldn’t have happened, none of this.” Regina said her tone growing angry, but not at Mason rather at her self. For her knees had grown too weak to stand if it weren’t for the fact that Mason was standing so close she would have fallen to the floor. Then as she thought about it, the reason her knees felt like plum pudding was that Mason was so close; close enough she could smell the soap on his skin. Damn it Regina don’t think things like that! She scolded herself, she tilted her head to the side so his smell wasn’t right in her face, she would have breathe through her nose but she felt short of breath and didn’t want to start panting, and then go into a panic. Regina was usually never the one to suffer from stage fright but now she remembered what a full blow panic attack felt like. It was scary but also a little bit of her was excited; excited about what the panic was from and if it would ever stop. Nearly on the verge of tears she gasped and hiccupped as Mason suddenly started to reach for her neck, it frightened her so much that she actually had to remind her body to keep breathing as he untied her hair. She would have told him to stop, Regina could have told him, should have told him not to touch, but she didn’t she just stood there feeling helpless as he combed his fingers through her hair. Several times she had tried to talk to him and each word was silenced as his fingers worked to fix her hair. Regina’s hair went down past her chest and when he let it out it was just an ocean of dark black waves around her face. It wasn’t completely free though for Mason still had his calloused fingers playing in the waves and as their scent stirred and mixed together it made Regina giddy just to breathe still that panicky feeling in her chest grew cramping her heart and lungs. “I told you I can’t help it when I get nervous it’s just something I play at.” Regina said in complete honestly. Mason almost seemed to get closer in those last few words he spoke. He seemed to have grown wiser since the last time she saw him, and she too wondered if it was because of the vow they had taken or if it was really the years that had taught him so much about life. Regina was unsure, but either way she liked it, no matter how long it would last. The raven haired woman could be so stupid sometimes it would be nice to have a wise friend around, because she knew Luna or Aidan were no help in the wise no stupid aspects of life. “It’s decided so it’s too clear, now what?” Regina asked she wasn’t even sure what was so clear now that he started to back away from her and slowly her legs started to regain their ability to stand on her own. Mason had completely back away from her now, her panicked little body was leaning against the wall by the door, and he was against the opposite counter of his small kitchen but he felt millions of miles from her. “Never mind, silly question, I should go.” Regina said, she pushed her weak body up from the wall and backed out of the door, before turning around and heading out of the house as fast as all the obstacles would let her. Even without coming here to say what she had to say Regina still managed to ruin everything. Now she knew she wouldn’t let him go without a fight, curse be damned she’ll throw the curse to hell and let him have his freedom, but now she knew whether he choose her or not she wouldn’t let him go. They were both clear that Mason felt something but Regina had no idea on what was clear anymore. It seemed all the reasoning and clarity they had when he said good night to her a week ago was now as muddy as Hogwarts great lake. With as many dark and scary things hiding in its depth’s just like something seemed to be hiding inside of both of them. She had lost her nerve, lose her nerve to do anything to help him, and now she didn’t know if she would ever get it back. Despite all she wanted to do, all she could have done she just left, letting these were feelings in the pit of her stomach and chest dictate what should happen instead of her beliefs that Mason should be able to live life free of her. To her great surprise as she passed through the front store room Regina’s face was all wet with tears and she was controlling the urge to sob. Damn it what is wrong with me!? she thought as her vision became blurry from the tears |
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| Mason Ezrin | Jul 22 2008, 01:02 AM Post #8 |
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“None of it, you want none of it at all, Regina?” Mason was trying to think of things in his life that would make her want to stay. It was lame what was going through his mind to make her stay, but he had nothing to lose but everything, and he felt like he had already lost that a long time ago. “What about the plants Regina?” Mason smiled he adored saying her name out loud. “What about the honey suckles on the side of the cabin and, the geraniums and pansies planted in the garden? What about the tomato seeds growing in the hot house and the Rose vines in the side yard? …None of which would be here without you Regina, I advise you to remember that, it would be a shame; flowers hate to be forgotten.” Mason’s fingers lingered in her hair, black curls wrapped around his hands as if inviting him, or perhaps it was his imagination. Mason figured he might be doing something wrong, but he wasn’t dead yet and it didn’t appear that Regina would try to kill him. The man grinned at what she said at first, and then he stopped to look at her. Regina did seem a bit nervous, and that larger part of him that hadn’t been with a woman in twelve years wondered why. Then his less gullible side remembered that he was a man and she was a woman and technically most women around men, cursed or not got nervous and Regina was just one of those types of women. Mason toke a step back from her and grudgingly left her hair alone. Mason saddening felt truly guilty for making her so nervous, he had forgotten how sensitive she was. How could she not be sensitive she probably has had to deal with men like you all her life… Mason chided himself for such behavior. And just think so many men worse then I. Mason looked over at Regina trying to get a look into her eyes but she avoided his gaze while still looking at him. My poor, sweet, little Regina. Even saying her name in his head made him smile with a little child like joy he hadn’t ever felt. Mason missed so much of his childhood when he was actually there, but some how Regina brought those kidding feelings back. Those small pleasures of the world to a kid were like finding diamonds in the back yard or buried treasure under the couch. How I wish I could know what you are thinking. Sighing to himself he held his forehead in his hand, and when he came back out of his own thoughts Regina was still looking at him in that way that seemed she didn’t know the working on’s of his head either. “… Now what?” Regina’s voice came in through the silence and made him curious as all hell. Mason wanted to say something clever, something to lighten the mood, make Regina laugh, the laugh she had that came from deep down inside and boomed out of her as if she were howling at the moon, Regina even tossed her head back and Mason saw her raw enjoyment through that laugh. Yet now he was wordless, he couldn’t think of anything to say or do so he just shrugged. “I don’t know my pet, I just don’t know.” Mason said but it wasn’t until the words were out that he knew exactly what he wanted, because it was then that she started walking out the door. “Oh Damn it, Regina, wait!” Mason said pushing himself from the counter and treading after her as she nearly ran from each room. “Wait, wait, wait, wait!” Mason said running in front of her and blocking her passage through the door and putting his hands out in front of him. She would have to disapparate or plow through him if she wanted to get passed, Mason only hoped she wouldn’t. “It’s not a silly question, it a perfectly logical question.” Mason said when he knew she was going to stop and listen. “I don’t know what you want, but I know what I want…” Mason looked at her tears brimming over her reddened pale face, and had to fold his hands across his chest to keep from pulling her to him to dry her eyes. “But that doesn’t matter now.” What matters is you…” Mason looked into her swollen green eyes. “What do you want Regina, I’ll do anything.” |
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| Regina Ramone | Jul 26 2008, 02:05 AM Post #9 |
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Hearing his voice but not his words, Regina snuck her way past plotted plants and tables full of picked flowers and tried to hold her tears in until she was able to get to her room in the Hogshead. Her eyes stuck as if she were cutting onions, her hands were dripping with sweat and she felt absolutely sick to her stomach with anxiety and so, she was mostly focused on trying to get away and not have a panic attack. After she really understood that Mason was chasing after her though did she try to quicken her pace, but by then Mason had his hands out in front of him blocking her only known exit beside disapparating, but Regina wasn’t focused enough to do such risky magic. She didn’t want to be here at the moment not when she was crying but she most certainly didn’t want half of her to be here and half at the Hogshead. When he mentioned what he wanted tough Regina was unable to not pop her crying eyes up to look at him. Despite herself she wanted to know and she wanted to give it to him, and even though she could barely see with her tearful eyes she tried to dig her way through them to look at the expressions on his face as he told her what he wanted. Searching his face to see if she could guess, and even though Regina was cleaver she couldn’t pick out true affection from strange staring like most people couldn’t pick the hay straw from the needle stack, and surly it was just as damaging. So while Mason looked at her with virtuously wanting eyes, Regina was pondering all she could as to what he could possibly want. She wasn’t to know though for Mason refused to give his desires whereabouts as he folded his arms against his chest, locking it in forever. He had turned the tables on her and she was slowly getting rather pissed at him for not just being a selfish man and telling her what he wanted. “What matters is you…” Regina was dumb founded, and absolutely clueless as he stumbled along with his question. Had the time come already, was she to tell him now when all his questioning scenes were on her reaction. All of the sudden Regina had felt a surge of anger rush completely up and down her spin and she pursed her lips for a moment before answering and told Mason exactly what she wanted from this life, though she knew she was saying way to much then she had planned. Looking him strait in his brown and blue eyes, at last blinking out her own tears she told him exactly what she wanted from this world. “I want to fall in love Mason, get married, have kids, and be the kind of loving warm mother that I never had and I have never known. I want to grow old but only if someone grows along side me, I want to see my father alive again and walk me down the aisle on my wedding day or just to see him again. To live a life with husband and children and go to Heaven when I die, if God would have me. It not glamorous it’s not fancy or elegant or even clean but it’s the life I want and why do you even care that I have it?” “ I want you,” Regina slightly paused holding the completely silence back and saying the next thing on her list of desire, but keeping the reasons behind it a secret. “I want you to be free Mason, free of me because the thing is…” The reasoning that she was holding back would stay abated for no longer and finally spilled out in unceremonious words full of as many “umm’” and “well’s” that you could possibly fit in a sentence. “You, see Mason…” Regina paused looking down at the floor. “…Well, umm you see, I think I might, ugh, short’a,” Regina looked all around Mason except for in his eyes as every part or her body fidgeted. Her knees quaked and her calves pretended to itch and so she rubbed the top of her foot against her jeans to subdue it. Her hand fiddled with her pocket while the other rubbed a nervous hole in the back of her neck from feeling so awkward. “I short’a kind’a like you more then I originally had planned, Mason.” Those last few words were all spit out in a rush she Hoped Mason heard them the first time around because as fresh tears ran down her face as she looked at her shoes she didn’t think she could have the courage to do it without cursing him and then running for the hills. |
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| Mason Ezrin | Aug 7 2008, 03:07 AM Post #10 |
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“Why do I care? You really have no idea? Why is it that ever since I saw you again last week in the pub, that all I can think about is you? How is it that all of the words out of your lips seem to be music to my ears, and every step you take is like dancing? Blast, I have no idea. Why does the sun and moon rise in the East, Maybe it’s just because God wills it so. I have no idea.” Mason said almost ready to have panic attack. Regina continued to speak, and he found himself glued to every word. Every umm, every pause was his to cherish as it brought him closer and closer to losing his mind. Though he heard every single word the last thing she said was so fast and muttered that it toke a second or two to register in his head. I shorta kinda like you more then I originally had planned, Mason.” Something swelled up so large in his chest it felt like popping, his chest felt like heaving and shattering under the pressure of his pumping heart and though the rest of his body knew nothing of how to fix it, for once in his life his mind and Heart agreed and then banded together to do the stupidest, most dangerous thing ever imaginable. Mason toke Regina’s soft wet face in his calloused gardener hands and as he tilted her face up and slumped to make the difference as her dark green eyed gazed at him in shock he kiss her. As if it would be the last thing he’d ever do, he kissed her, because most likely it would be. Technically he had broken his end of an unbreakable vow, which meant death, but as her lips started to move with his, and kiss him back he knew it would have been okay to die like this, because he hadn’t ever truly lived until he felt her in his arms. Mason didn’t spend one millisecond thinking about his death, all he did was take in the pure pleasure it was to smell her scent so close to him, to be able to feel the blood rushing rapidly up to her head as if all of her liquid life wanted to come up and greet him. Mason would have though it would be impossible to take all of this information in at once. How the warmth sped through his body as he felt her thin arms wrap around his chest and felt her thin fingers grab at the fabric on his shoulder blades, trying to get a grip on him. How the tips of his fingers were lost in the mess of her hair, they clung to it; it was strong but still as gentle as could be. Oh, and how perfectly sweet her lips tasted, as if her mouth was a warm cup of Earl Grey tea with just the right amount of cream and sugar to his liking. So sweet, so delicate, so beautiful, so absolutely perfect. My Regina. His thoughts repeated, as each short sweet moment passed the time he spent added more to his list. My Regina. Ever since last week Regina had been clinging to the outside of all of his thoughts as if his unconscious knew that it was all leading down to this moment, and after having experienced it Mason knew that it all had been worth the wait; worth his life, this kiss was worth all the passion in the world which he gave willingly. As he regrettably pulled his lips away from hers, a grin the size of the crescent moon formed on his face, so what if he was doomed to die for touching a woman, feeling her lips against his and having her bare arms wrap around him was all he’d ever need from this life. Mason had kissed girls before, he had kissed woman before, but none of them had fit so perfectly as Regina felt against him, so if he was to die, he get one last look into her forest green eyes, so they could bore into his thoughts one more time, so he could see the dark green of rose leaves behind the flecks of black and metallic of her deep never ending eyes. After a moment, he kissed the ball of her nose, toke one last heaving breath, and then he kissed her on her forehead. Still he was able to draw quick sharp breathes of her honeysuckle scent into his nostrils, so he kissed each of her perfect splotches of blood pooling on her cheeks bones. “Mhum, you blush so lovely.” Mason said, moving his hands from her face around her neck and letting one go to wrap around her waist. Then noticing he was still quite alive he kissed the rest of her tears away without any trouble before he started to wonder if he’d ever kick the bucket or if he’s be stuck in this death anticipating, bliss for the rest of eternity. “Is death really that quick? Then if so, what could I have ever done to go strait to heaven.” Mason wondered out, loud, thinking that if he were dead, his thoughts would be heard out loud anyways. Humming in absolute contentment, he tightened his grip on Regina as if any moment God would change his mind and send him to hell. “Umm, I could get use to this mon cheri.” “My Darling,” Mason toke a deep calming breath and finally said the words, he’s waited rather anxiously to say. “My love.” |
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| Regina Ramone | Dec 5 2008, 11:08 AM Post #11 |
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Regina stood there looking down at her shoes, she had a tune stuck in her head and she wished it would leave her alone so she could concentrate on what mason might do or say. She kept getting images of him tossing her out the front door absolutely disgusted but she knew that would never happen in this situation; Mason was to much a gentleman even if that was how he felt. Still there was silence on his part and Regina was about to push herself around him and run as fast as she could in the opposite direction when she saw her shoes and suddenly his shoes were right up near them. His left toe was better the toes of her shoes and the right just nearly tapped the side of her left converse. It actually looked rather sweet her black converse and his blue ones seems to go so well together. Regina toke this all in, in seconds before he hand her face in his hands. The image of their shoes together dissolved slowly away as her heart fell right into her heels at his touch, and she would have gasped if it wasn't that his lips were already over her'. Is he trying to kill himself! Don't do that! Don't do that you stupid bastard, I love you!" It was all over in a nanosecond, this worry, after that moment as she wanted to think and feel was Mason's lips, his hands, and the sheer pleasure that seemed to burn her, and relax her and set her on edge and at ease at the same moment, like slowly getting into a tub of warm water. She wanted to burst and go in every direction, and as she imagined herself bursting and every atom in her body bouncing around Mason's house with utter joy she felt that all she could do was pull closer to him. At first she thought it was too much to handle, she thought bursting into individual atoms was her only option but as she pulled closer to him her outlook seemed to change, but as she got use to the heat of these waters she knew she wasn't going to burst, she was going to melt. Regina was melting like a Popsicle on the fourth of July and all she wanted to do was melt a little closer to him. His chapped lips felt so right against hers, and he tasted so heavy, like hot chocolate running over her tongue but he made her feel so light like he was the warm half melted marshmallows that would wait on top of the hot cocoa. It was like this sweet warm slightly hot chocolaty taste of the marshmallows was only the beginning to how wonderful being with Mason could be. Suddenly all Regina wanted to do was get past the marshmallows into the cocoa, but she finally noticed all the blood rushing to her head and suddenly she felt faint. Luckily as the same time put their kiss to a halt and Regina just fell against his chest for a few moments until her head stopped spinning and she looked up at his smile before she looked right into his eyes. He seemed so calm, like a man happy when faced with death until she remembered that's exactly what it was. Although their kiss was perfect, and was definitely the high light of her life all she could think, was that it wasn't enough. That she loved Mason and she felt like the most selfish woman in the world to want more than she knew she ever deserved. Her eyes begin to fill with tears and Mason got hazy as she tried to see past them and hold them in, but it didn't work and as they spilled over her face it made what was about to happen all the more permanent and all the more horrible. Regina could have gone mad in the sadness and the pain of it all. “Mhum, you blush so lovely.” he heard his sigh felt it from his chest and into hers. She forgot about all of that pain though the sadness was in the back of her mind, she scoffed amused. "Thanks, you're not so bad lookin' yourself Sparky." Regina chuckled through her tears, he kissed her nose and she closed her eyes and smiled. He kissed her forehead before he adjusted himself so that one hand was on her neck and one on the small of her back. Regina's shoulders slummed and she rested her neck in him hands as he kissed all of her tears away she felt to happy in this misery to cry any more. God gave her what He could and though she wanted more, she was happy with He had given. When all of her tears had been kissed away Regina rested her head on his chest until she found his heart beat it was pumping fast and strong and is showed no signs of stopping which made Regina smile. She kiss him where she heard the thumping and rested her head back against him until she felt his chest heave, taking in breathe to say something, Regina tilted her head back to listen. “Is death really that quick? Then if so, what could I have ever done to go strait to heaven.” Regina felt very sad for a moment, it just reminded her of the pain, but it was quickly forgotten since he wasn’t really dead yet and she started to chuckle. “You’re not dead my dear. You’re very much alive.” Regina said smiling up at him before she buried her face back into his shirt and pinched him hard one the back, enough for it to hurt him a little. At the sound of his half faked “Owe!” Regina smiled and gave a frown, “I’m sorry Sweet.” After that she stayed buried into him for who knew how long until she felt him take in a breath to speak again and before he spoke he wrapped him arms tighter around her. “Umm, I could get use to this mon cheri.” Regina smiled. “I think I already am, Mi Amor.” Regina’s smile grew a little wider and she buried her ever blushing cheeks into his flannel shirt. They held on to each other and while Mason whispered sweet things into her ear that made her blush and bury her face into his shirt all over again she thought about what was suppose to come and what could have been said or done to not make it happen, for she figured if it was going to happen it would have happened already. Turning back into all the things she said one line stuck to her most of all that could have been a clue as to why mason was still alive. Regina wasn’t upset that he was still alive, she was upset that she might be wrong and that in the moment when she least expected it he would fall down dead and leave her here alone. “ ‘I want you to be free Mason.’ That’s what I said, moments before you kissed me Mason.” Regina said pulling away from him to look up into his eyes. “It’s not as formal as the last few times you asked for something of me and I granted them too you. But, but it still short of seems like permission to me. What do you think? Or it could be because I kissed you back, that short of seems to send an ‘A-okay’ kind of message, right? Cause I think that if you’re not dead yet it not goin’ happen… Well obviously it happen just not from this.” Regina said before she returned her head to his chest and tightened her grip around him. “I give you permission Mason Ezrin, you’re free to touch and be with any woman you want. I free you from this silly little curse.” Regina said and for some reason she felt a little hopeless that she’d even have a chance to be that lucky girl to spend her life with him in that way. She pulled her head away from him so as not to soak his shirt with her tears and runny nose. |
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