Pretty [little] P.istol; [C]

[Robert O'Conner]

TONIGHT, WE ARE YOUNG

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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/center]She looked confused, he didn't exactly understand what he had said that could have been puzzling. He didn't even use complex words since he didn't like or understand half of them himself. “What is a … diction-airy?” At first he smiled, thinking that she was joking, but her expression didn't change. Did they not have magical dictionary's? He supposed that it was possible, even if it was very unlikely. Lifting the hat off the top of his head he lowered his eyes downward toward his smile. Contemplating a proper answer to her question he allowed the hat to spin on an axis of his two index fingers. Letting the hat fall and cover his fist he brought his free hand back behind his head, letting him fingers scratch at the now free tendrils of hair. “Not that I doubt your mother’s face could be in any number of things. I’m sure more than a few of the members within our collective families could have their pictures posted any number of places.” His mind was still reeling that she didn't get the reference. Perhaps the gap between the magical world and the muggle world really was more vast than he had originally anticipated. He attempted to remember what it had been like for him whenever he had been thrust into the muggle world without any remorse. Tried to remember just what it had felt like the first time that he had used a light bulb or had to wash dishes by hand. Not just because it had been the first time that he had ever done a single chore in his life, but also because the dishes weren't elevating and scrubbing themselves down like he was so accustomed to. Yet, it was such a distant, repressed memory that he didn't even know if it was possible to reflect upon it properly.

Without a word he rose from his seat and placed the hat from his hands onto her head, tapping the top of it lightly to push it down over her hair, not caring if it messed up her style in the slightest. Looking at the collective texts that comprised their shelter. Most of the works seemed to be a collection of advanced spell books or strange cooking texts, nothing that interested him. His lips pursed in time with his eyebrows furrowing, It didn't surprise him that she didn't comment on his movements, in their youth he had done a number of things that she didn't understand without any explanation, this was no different. In many ways he was still the same boy that he had been all those years ago, just in an adult's body. His fingers ran along the shelves, no doubt they were dust free by some sort of enchantment, how convenient that would have been in his own apartment. No, these weren't going to do at all. There had to be something similar to a dictionary in here somewhere? At least for reference purposes or something. That would be a perfect symposium on all things muggle...but then again given how curious they were about that world, whole departments in the ministry were dedicated to it after all, they were shockingly clueless about the whole thing. It was sad really. Shaking his head he moved to another shelf in search of something that he could use in comparison, and finding more than one work in the progress that he would have liked to read himself. “Well, I think then we’re in for a trade of goods Mr. O’Conner. Because that mysterious coffee in your hands… I’d quite like to take that home with me.” He glanced over his shoulder in her direction to see what she was staring at the cup that he had left on his chair. It would be cold soon anyway, she was welcome to it, but to say so in such simple words would defeat the game she was attempting to start. Ignoring her for the time being, he was still in a quest to answer her first question. He just, wasn't having very much luck.

He thought that he had seen another coffee cart across the street from the entrance, but he understood the reluctance to leave this sanctum to fetch some for herself. Holding up a finger to symbolize her to stick a pin in that thought he moved closer to the entrance of the small space that he had fallen through not too long ago. Yet, she didn't stop talking. Not that he had really wanted her to, but she was distracting him so efficiently. “You could say I’m holding it for ransom.” The dictionary would just have to wait for a few more moments. Turning back to look at her, clad in almost all of the accessories that he had left the house with this morning he shook his head. “Ye know that's not a good idea” he teased, falling instantly back into their infancy. Out of all the times that she had attempted to ransom things from him before, she had lost every single time. Of course back then he could tickle her into submission or any other range of boyhood teasing, and he wasn't always nice about it. He just simply refused to lose to her. Now that they were older, a whole other world of opportunity’s would be opened to him to get his possessions back and leave him the victor. The previous awkward feelings that they were forcing past not even five minutes ago was gone from his head, he didn't like to think on unpleasant things for any longer than he had to. Crossing to her, an impish smile played across his features. He inclined his torso toward her, his hands coming to rest on the arms of the chair that she was still curled up into. His torso inclined over hers, hovering carefully, the muscles in his arm tense. Leaning closer to her, his fingers wrapped around the end of the scarf that was loose around her neck, his fingers pushing into the folds of the fabric and tugging, not surprised that it gave way to his tugging given how close his face was to her neck. “You never win these things Mickey” he breathed into her skin, hoping that she would react just like any other woman would. Whenever the thing slid free of her frame completely, he rose from his stance and tossed the fabric back into her face with some force. Laughing softly he took a step backward “You have no bargaining chips Mickey, you never do”

He wasn't stupid, he knew the effect that he tended to have on women. It was usually the accent more than anything, and while he didn't use his wiles on women often, at least not intentionally, he did know how to use himself to his advantage. Given the knowledge that he had of her personality, and the fact that she was a woman of a certain age it came as no surprise to him that he had the same effect on her in close proximity as he did everybody else. He had impeccable hygiene and always smelled wonderful, like sawdust and sweat but it worked for him, he knew this. He had been with his share of women, while it was still a fairly modest number for his age, and usually with women a lot older than the one sitting in front of him but she was still a woman. A woman that no matter how many years had passed, he still cared greatly for. Lifting the coffee cup from the chair that he had just been sitting in he held it out to her. “ye could have just said please” relishing in the flustered look of her cheeks he turned back toward the exit in search of his book, they were usually fairly large, so that should speed things up. Popping his head back into the small space he looked at her “Ye coming?”

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[Michkayela Drakonas]

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I've got a crush on a pretty pistol
should I tell her that I feel this way
I've got love songs in my head
that are killing us away

She had been used to him ignoring her when he saw fit when they were younger, it was something that had occurred fairly often when he decided he was done with her questions. Him standing to move about their small enclosure wasn’t even that far removed from the ordinary. But it didn’t mean that she was just going to stop speaking. Or not suggest the ideas that were turning about within her head. It did give her a moment to observe him without his eyes on her as well though, something she found she had needed. He… flustered her, threw her for a loop. Just as he was doing now, without thinking about it, with him placing the hat on her head. She lifted her right hand in an abstract way, finger running along the brim before letting it fall back down with a small grin. If he wasn’t careful she’d be leaving with more of his wardrobe than he was. The color that rushed to her cheekbones had nothing to do with his back turning to her though as she hurriedly sought to rearrange her wording within her own mind, lips pressing together in an embarrassed smile as she observed him going from book to book, his profile stooping and moving throughout the natural lighting. It made her wonder in a way, the way they were falling back into old patterns so easily. Every time she thought that she had banished the thought from her mind it cropped back up again, with every familiar movement- every reminiscent phrasing or expression. But he hadn’t been there for so long, years- there had been years between the last time he had ransomed one of her personal objects. Years since the last time he had gone off in one of his strange silences. They were still the same people, there was no escaping that. And they were still on the same sort of wavelength that they had been despite the time stretched between them. But things were different. They had lived completely different lives in the meantime, had gone through completely different things. He had missed her awkward phase, missed her year of almost complete silence, and missed her leave from society… He hadn’t been around for the death of her parent’s, or the death of her Uncle, the incarceration of other family members… She hadn’t been there through him being kicked out of his house either, or the transitions he must have certainly undergone to have adjusted properly. She could hazard that he had lived with distant wizarding relations, if not for the context clues he’d dropped earlier- or the way he referenced muggle things so casually. Which meant that he lived in an entirely different world to top it off. She bit her bottom lip lightly, teeth scraping the flush flesh as she ran her eyes of his retreating figure, watching him make a circle around the room before uttering her last challenge in a half-assed sort of manner.

It wasn’t that she were that set on starting this, or even that she had lost interest in it either… She just needed to be pulled out of her own head, out of the logic twisting inside of it in its own insipid manner. And teasing Robert? That was second nature. “Ye know that's not a good idea.” She shrugged lightly, reaching up to tilt the hat upon her head into a more pleasing angle, her lips twitching as she arched a brow. “No?” Because personally, she thought it was quiet a good idea. Especially considering the circumstances. She’d get coffee and the granting of him pulling her out of her own brain- and well… he’d be assured to get his accessories back. She did have two now after all. The scarf he may not have been particularly attached too, but surely he’d want the hat back. It seemed like it would be a good deal more expensive all things considered- plus it was a good deal more comfortable than others of its kind. She tilted her head slightly as he neared her, fingers twisting one last time around the bit of fabric hanging off of her neck before letting both hands come to a rest in her lap, arching a brow at him once more. He couldn’t possibly mean to just take them- not only was that out of character but completely detrimental to her intentions as well. The smirk gracing her lips faltered slightly as his hands grasped the arms of the chair she was currently residing in, the urge to lean away from him as his torso angled towards her own conflicting with the sudden desire to lean closer. The moment seemed to slow for her, her breath catching within her ribs as the woodsy scent she’d acknowledged earlier hit her with a stronger concentration, his breath ghosting against her over sensitive flesh. She wasn’t base enough to think that this was anything other than calculated, which brought to mind that it was probably an effect that was entirely practiced as well. Something she would concentrate on more later- whenever her brain didn’t seem as addled as it did at the current point in time. No, she had been wrong earlier. Earlier she hadn’t been flustered, that wasn’t the right word for that anymore. This, this was flustered, this sudden staining of rogue into her cheekbones as she grappled with the different desires accumulating within her. “You never win these things Mickey.”

The physical reaction of his breath against the flesh of her neck was almost embarrassing, made all the more so by the fact that it was probably what he had been aiming for this entire time. She felt the gooseflesh pebble across the area of skin, felt the heat course instantaneously throughout her veins. It was almost impossible not to let her eyes fall to his arms either, the lines of muscle resting beneath the skin their own form of coercion, though she was quick to remove the temptation, bringing her gaze back to his profile as he stepped back, removing himself from her at the same moment that she realized he was indeed reclaiming his scarf. Cheater, the censor was half-hearted at best. “You have no bargaining chips Mickey, you never do.” She kept her mouth closed though, refusing to rise to the bait even as she took the scarf he’d flung back at her and restrung it about her own neck, attempting to clear her head even as she watched him. No bargaining chips? He seemed to forget that he was not the only one who had aged, or the only one who had undergone the changes that came with it. She’d been told that she was attractive often enough to know it for fact, although he could very well be saying that he didn’t have the same issue she seemed to be having- that he didn’t find her particularly attractive at all. She was also fairly certain that his hormones weren’t having the same charged effects that hers seemed to be undergoing lately. All of this was a possibility, although she had seen his eyes linger on her earlier in their conversation- something that could have meant anything although she wasn’t going to bet against it meaning what she wanted it to just yet. “Ye could have just said please.” She took the proffered cup gracefully, looking at him speculatively before allowing herself to bring it to her lips, taking a small sip and licking the residual foam from her lips as he walked out. Eccentric. That was a good word for him. Eccentric, and puzzling, and enigmatic, and attractive. All in all a very bad combination for her hormones to deal with, and a very dangerous combination for her emotions… “Ye coming?” She lifted her eyes from the study of the leather-bound book she’d been observing, catching his head popping back through the entrance with a small, secretive smile. She slid all of her belongings back into her purse before unfolding herself from the chair slowly, standing and slinging the bag over her shoulder before regripping the coffee cup more firmly, allowing herself another sip before heading in his direction.

She crossed the space easily, her body brushing purposefully against the length of his as she passed, pausing in the entryway with him to look up, “please,” she passed him, stepping back out into the library and the surrounding shelving before turning, “and thank you.” She held the cup up, tilting it in a salute before spinning again, walking a few steps before twirling on the spot- holding her arms out around her in question. “Where to now Roberto?”

[Robert O'Conner]

TONIGHT, WE ARE YOUNG

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His fingers skimmed the shelves as he moved past them, his eyes scanning the various titles as he went, they were so varied, so very many options for him to choose from and not a single one that he recognized. In the muggle libraries, there were works of fiction, stories of ever genre, history texts and encyclopedias. Those books could metaphorically take him to other worlds, but these...these would lead him to incantations that could actually take him to other worlds all together. It was so crazy, worlds so close to one another, that no doubt would hate each other if the truth was ever revealed, were so vastly similar and different. He still couldn't believe that she had fallen for his tricks so easily, he wasn't just going to tickler her into submission, though watching her gasping for air like a fish might have been amusing, he was an adult now and he had adult tricks. He cast a wayward glance over his shoulder to see if she was indeed following him, pleased that he saw his own hat coming out of the stacks. She was starting to look like him, not quite as top dollar as she had looked upon seeing her for the first time today, but the look suited her. A taste of the old country mixed with the new. He felt so much older than her standing here out in the open, and he was, but in his cloths she looked younger, she wore his things better than he did. He would have to change that. Tearing his gaze back to the books, he turned around the outer rim of their hideaway and turned down the aisle, toward the darker corner of the library, there was a third floor, very small but he could only imagine how much dust there was going to be up there, if it was anything like the libraries that he was used too anyway. It was surprisingly clean in here. Hitting himself in the head lightly with his palm he cursed under his breath. Of course, they didn't have to clean it, they had magic for that. He really had missed out on so very much over his years with the muggles. From his meeting this morning alone his head had started to spin, hence his little outing.

“Where to now Roberto?” He could hear her footsteps coming from behind him, trotting along so trusting, how did she know that he wasn't going to attack her? Tsking under his breath he proceeded to turn down each and every row of shelves, his eyes straining in the darkness so that he could see the titles. Of course, those with wands surely had no problem with this sort of thing, but he didn't have that luxury. “So impatient” he teased, pulling out a book that he thought started with the letter 'D' but was actually some sort of symbol. Momentarily distracted, he started to thumb through the pages, interested in what the symbol meant. But, it appeared that the whole book was written in runes, and he hadn't gotten to take that class. Snapping the book shut and replacing it on the shelf he turned back to her. “Aye was attemptin' te find a dictionary, but it seems futile” he knew that she wouldn't get that reference either, which made him smile. He enjoyed knowing the things that he did about both worlds, it wasn't the most valuable information, but it made him feel slightly more intelligent even if it had nothing to do with smarts. Making a swatting motion with his hand in the general direction of her hips he laughed “Aye was going te educate you with it” no, he really was going to teach her what it was, but it didn't seem like he was going to find one and he wasn't patient enough to go searching through all of the books in the place to find one and make his point. Holding his hand out to her for his coffee cup, he should have expected it to be empty. Placing his hand on the top of her hat clad head, he spun gently, like winding up a top to turn her around as he was walking past her, apparently he was going to need more coffee. He hoped that cart was still out front. Heading down the stairs he nodded toward the door with his head, she had to know what he was getting at now, she had drained all of his drink, and now she needed to supply him with more if she expected his pep to last much longer.

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