 andrew.
● i'll be chasing a starlight ● |
Andrew was a nervous mess. He almost chickened out five different times, but somehow managed to talk himself out of bowing out. He waits anxiously near the common room's entrance, waiting for Allura, who he knew would be coming out any second now in order to walk with him to Defense. It was a habit they'd gotten into the first week of school and had continued well into the second one. But this - this was a bit different. This was special. rped by jaye ● 04:00, July 30, 2018 (UTC) |
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andrew.
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Andrew reveals a big bouquet of flowers and a small box of muggle chocolates shaped like Mickey ears. God, he wanted to wait a few more minutes, but he just couldn't help himself. "H - hey, Disney girl," he grins widely at her. "These - these are for you!" Each type of flower was chosen for a specific reason - even down to the color it was, he made sure it was a beautiful bouquet that expressed his emotions clearly. Figuring she'd ask him of her own accord what it was for and what it meant, he waits quietly, eyes exploring every inch of her face to gauge her reaction. rped by jaye ● 04:29, July 30, 2018 (UTC) |
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andrew.
● i'll be chasing a starlight ● |
"Allura," he says back, just as slowly as she'd said his. On one hand, he feels bad. He knows she doesn't like it when he brings her stuff, especially when he isn't getting anything back. But honestly? He doesn't mind. She deserves all this and more. He cracks a grin, though, unable to stop himself. Allura is so cute, he honestly just can't help himself. "I..." he trails off. He what? He wants to say it. He wants to take her out on a date. He likes her romantically and he wants to be more than 'just friends'. But looking at her now... it's like his throat is closing up. He can barely breathe, let alone get more than a few words out. All his confidence, right out the window. "Be - because you're - you're awesome," he stammers, effectively chickening out. rped by jaye ● 17:20, July 30, 2018 (UTC) |
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andrew.
● i'll be chasing a starlight ● |
When Allura kissed his cheek, it was safe to say he resembled the very same tomato she brought him on their first maybe-date. He runs a hand through his messy hair (he was running late so he skipped over his usual hair routine) and smiles bashfully. "Yeah... they do," he nods. He was admittedly a bit worried that she'd make fun of him for it or something equally as disheartening, but when he doesn't see a mocking look on her face, he allows himself to relax a bit. "But, umm... I guess that's not really important," he adds, and chuckles nervously. He's really hoping she doesn't prod. rped by jaye ● 14:57, July 31, 2018 (UTC) |
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andrew.
● i'll be chasing a starlight ● |
Andrew rolls his eyes and lets out a breathy chuckle. He knows she's trying to goad him into correcting her, and he's pretty sure he's just gonna let her. Even though he doesn't wanna, she wants him to, and even though he met her only two months ago, he knows he'll do anything and everything she wants him to. "The, um, Sweet Alyssum's symbolize beauty and boast serene, spiritual energy, for emotional balance. White Dittany symbolizes feelings of love and passion, the Forget-Me-Nots are... you know, because I don't want you to, uh, forget me," he says, his voice becoming quieter and quieter with every word he utters until he's basically whispering. His cheeks are on fire, and wow - is it hot in here or is it just him? "Jasmines are modesty, love and sensuality, and elegance, nobility and grace. The violets are faith, affection, intuition and love, and then... the yellow acacias... they symbolize the value of true friendship and a secret love." rped by jaye ● 23:54, July 31, 2018 (UTC) |
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andrew.
● i'll be chasing a starlight ● |
Andrew is so, so mystified. How can someone like Allura like someone like him?! He just could not connect the dots, for the life of him. Nonetheless, as thrown aback as he may be, he comes to his senses fairly quickly, his hands falling to her hips to draw her in closer as he returns the kiss. Everything he'd been too shy to say, he made sure that kiss conveyed it: how much he cared for her, how much he appreciated her being his friend, how much she meant to him. It's long and it's passionate and it's messy, but it's everything Andrew could have hoped for. rped by jaye ● 04:21, August 1, 2018 (UTC) |
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andrew.
● i'll be chasing a starlight ● |
Andrew is so positively sure his cheeks are a flaming color. How can they not be? A very beautiful girl just kissed him breathless. Hearing her remark, a big, happy grin forms, threatening to split his face. "I would hope so," he whispers, laughing breathlessly. "Otherwise this was gonna get very awkward," There's a twinkle in his eye, and he looks about as happy as a little kid who got everything he wanted on Christmas morning. He still can't believe this is truly happening. rped by jaye ● 16:15, August 1, 2018 (UTC) |
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andrew.
● i'll be chasing a starlight ● |
He shrugs lamely. "I thought you were going to reject me," he admits, his voice very small. "I didn't want to face that possibility. I thought staying your friend would eventually cancel out those feelings, but... I'm glad it didn't," he says, smiling weakly. For someone who was so nervous fifteen minutes, though, Andrew seems way more relaxed now, cupping her cheeks gently and leaning in to press a kiss to Allura's forehead. rped by jaye ● 19:46, August 1, 2018 (UTC) |
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andrew.
● i'll be chasing a starlight ● |
Andrew grins. Leaning in again, he presses a kiss to every inch of her face: her cheeks, her forehead, her temple, her eyebrows, her nose, her jaw, until finally, his lips find their way to hers, kissing her far more gently than he did last time. He cradles her cheeks softly, like he's holding something very precious. Which, to him, he is. Allura is the softest, most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, and all he wanted to do was protect her. Even though he knew she could protect herself, he knew she hadn't had an easy life, and... honestly, all he wanted to do was fix it for her. Make it better. "I didn't wanna miss anything," he says, quietly, grinning. After a beat, he also says: "...I think we're late to class." rped by jaye ● 15:29, August 2, 2018 (UTC) |
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andrew.
● i'll be chasing a starlight ● |
He's in such a state of euphoria, that he can hardly wipe the grin off his face. So he stops trying. Stepping far enough that she has her own personal space, he extends a hand for her to take. "You wanna go to class?" he asks, his nose wrinkling as he gives her an but do you really? kind of look. She doesn't look all that ecstatic by the idea of going to class. And while he didn't wanna be obvious with their budding relationship... "I had something else in mind." rped by jaye ● 11:49, August 5, 2018 (UTC) |
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