got me feelin' pensive.

[Odette Cosway]

you say you can't, live without me
s o w h y a r e n t y o u d e a d y e t
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       Damned sun was hurting her eyes, even where it was in the sky. She should have brought sunglasses with her, but she hadn't. Poor planning on her part really. What a mistake. She was headed back to her room to change out of her damned uniform. She didn't feel like being in it any longer. She was done with her tutors for the day anyway. She had a whole load of new things from her trip two weekends ago, there had been a new shop opened up in Somerset, or maybe it had been there this whole time and she just hadn't felt the need to go in there and see what it offered before, either way...she had purchased the cutest little collection of coats to finish off her clothing. It wasn't even spectacularly cold out yet, most of all not today. Today it was pretty nice, for most people. Personally, Odette was more of a fan of gray cloud cover. Whereas today was bright and shining, birds were even chirping in the trees. By all counts, today was a day to be spent outside. Still, she had been in the green houses all morning and she just wanted to be back inside. She wanted a shower, she wanted to get her feet into something more comfortable. These heels were new, and she wanted something that was already formed to her foot. Broken in heels were absolutely her idea of comfortable. The bag hanging from her shoulder was considerably more heavy than it had been whenever she had left this morning. Her hands were clutching two study aids to her chest. This was the last school year that mattered, the test scores that she earned at the end of this year were what mattered. She had no idea what she was planning on doing after she graduated, but she knew that whatever it was she ended up choosing...she would need the results of this year in order to help her get there. It was still so early in the year, she shouldn’t even be thinking about such things. Yet, she was. Balancing her social life and school had never been an issue before, but she was bogged down in school work. She just had to hope that it was just the professors reminding them to keep their nose in their books, and that the course load would ease up in a few weeks. She had to hope anyway.

        The path to the school from the green houses was simple enough, and if she cut through the gardens, it would save her some time, meaning she would beat that big bitch a year lower than her to the showers...which meant that there would be better water pressure for her. Sure, the castle had fixed the temperature problem, but the pressure....left something to be desired. Another plus, the pathways through the garden were some of the best ones in the castle...not many people ventured out here, and that meant that her shoes weren't going to sink into the ground every time she took a step. “Oooooooodddddddddy,” She halted as if she had been slapped. Who the hell was talking to her like that? Anybody who knew anything about her, knew she hated any deviation of her name. Ruffled her feathers like almost nothing else. Her lips pushed together, her heels made no sound as she turned to see her assailant – because that was how she took it. Abusing her name like that. Twin. Of course it was. They were the bane of her existence. She liked it much better whenever it was her cornering them. They were so fun to irritate...whenever she wasn't irritated to begin with. Her eyes glared fire at him, Scott. Or one pretending to be Scott, she would need to be closer to tell. She wouldn't have to wait long it seemed, given that he was growing closer to her every second. Stupid smile on his face, right side climbing just slightly higher than the left. Scott – Scott then. Even worse. Depending. Scott wasn't the one who had been so difficult, though...he was of course in his own rights. While over the past three years or so, she and Daniel – his twin, had grown even further apart, had somehow gotten more bitter....Scott had given her the space that she had wanted. She wasn't sure why, a month into the school year he had suddenly started to show back up again. It was almost like they somehow new how important this year was for her, and were intent on ruining it. The smile plastered on his face didn't hint that he was trying to piss her off, the opposite really. She just couldn't understand for the life of her what he could want. She had been nothing but cruel to him, usually seriously. She heard what he called her behind her back. If he didn't think that hurt – he was wrong. She was just a little better than him at hiding her hurt. She wasn't the one who had stormed out of class the other day after all.

“Don't tell me your going out for a date on a sunday- or am I even allowed to call what you do dating?” Her eyes rolled. No. She certainly didn't date. Sometimes she would allow men to buy her things, perhaps even spend a night out together, she hadn't even been on a romantic date since. Well. Her head tilted to the side, hair cascading downward with the movement. The toes of her right foot lifted, pressing the heel of her shoe into the ground, rotating from side to side. She knew what the rumors were about her, and shouldn't have been upset that he was making fun of her, even with the look on his face. Yet she was. “Jealous Scotty?” though there was no mirth in her tone, “What am I saying, of course you are. But, that I might have a date and you don't, or that you don't get to be on it?”

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y o u t o l d m e t h a t t h e y c a n u n d e r s t a n d t h e m a n i a m !
why are we talking to each other again?

(CREDITS) THIS IS BY DYLAN of CAUTION 2.0! Lyrics are Mirror - Little Wayne (ft. Bruno Mars)!

[Scott Wilde]

THE TRUTH COMES OUT IN THE BREAKDOWNS

( • M E M O R I E S M Y G O D T H E S E M E M O R I E S • )

Scott liked to think that he had a good handful of friends, certainly he got along with most everyone else at the school- even if the word most was being applied liberally. He didn't have a whole list of enemies or anything, or even that large of a list of those he disliked. So it wasn't unnatural for him to have a good group of people around him during his off hours. A good group of people that he got to sit in the middle of and make laugh- he enjoyed that, both the attention and the ability to be behind the smiles they wore. He wasn't going to lie about it, it wasn't as if he was being arrogant- it was just a fact. He and Daniel both were generally well liked. It was why him sitting alone in the gardens was worth any sort of note. Generally speaking you weren't going to find one twin without the other- instead of drifting apart over the course of their schooling as had been expected they only seemed to grow closer- what once would have been normal occurrence for them to be separated was now remarked upon. It was easier, the two of them together, than dealing with the rest of the population of school separately. Danny balanced him out, and he did the same for his more suspicious twin- it helped that they enjoyed the confusion that their similarities caused others. Of course Scott sometimes felt that he enjoyed that bit more than his brother, but that couldn't be helped. It wasn't like anyone ever called them out on it, they'd perfected the game so much they could confuse their own father so long as they didn't hold out with it too long. Of course Mikey could tell the difference at times... damned prat had grown up with them after all. But even he needed a few minutes to pick them apart. Actually, Scott was pretty certain that only Daniella could tell the difference between them at all right off the bat- but then she'd been the one pulling them apart for all those years. It wasn't even that they did it for shock value... they just liked living as the other sometimes, it made going back to their daily routine easier- although sometimes he missed being able to make the nightly rounds as prefect and write the hell up out of students from other houses. It was the only way to even the house points between them all after all- hufflepuff never seemed to make near as many, they certainly hadn't even been considered for house cup in all the six years that they'd been a part of it. Which made no fucking sense if you asked Scott- their house had a good deal less of infractions against their name in comparison to the other houses. Especially when put next to Slytherin. Slytherin who'd won the house cup last year... there was no telling- there was obviously something skewed against them. Why the fuck was he concentrating on all of this shit in the first place? His breath blew from between pursed lips, spine arching as he sat up from where he'd been stretched out across the curved side of the curb, grass falling from his hair as he did so. Hair that he'd need to be cutting soon. Maybe. Depending. His hand came up absently, scrubbing through the short locks and dislodging the grass that had stuck there.

God he was fucking bored- Danny was off playing at his prefect duties, somewhere in the castle anyways. He was pretty sure he was probably off with the same first year that had come to him in the first place, looking out of place in her muggle clothing and too obvious wide eyes. No doubt she'd been being picked on. He was pretty sure that she'd had tear tracks on her cheeks, and those freckles were too wide to have not already have been commented on. Purebloods no doubt, Danny and Scott both saw it more with the first years who weren't quite aware the prejudice some of the students would have against them when they came. Eventually they just learned how to deal with the teasing... or they learned how to better fit in. Poor girl was probably muggleborn. And while normally Scott would have gone with Danny to go take care of it- the two of them dressed so identically and talking over top one another had seemed to freak the girl out even more. So he was stuck here- twirling a pencil around his fingers and watching the people pass him by. Of course some of them had stopped to talk- but the majority of them didn't even know which one he was today, which was good... They were supposed to be switching off at supper, hence the identical outfits, only … at the rate that Danny was going he wouldn't even make it to supper. He was probably trying not to curse whatever idgit had come and fucked with the girl in the first place. That or he was cursing, depending on who had done it and the severity. Danny was pretty good at sticking to the rules though, unlike Scott... God he hated waiting. His eyes rolled up to the sky, watching the clouds pass for all of two minutes before deciding that they were even more boring than the people who had been walking by, coming down just in time to land on the blonde marching her way through the courtyard in her ridiculous shoes. Didn't anyone tell her it was a weekend? And nice weather too- the last they were likely to get for a while. His lips curled instantly, pencil that had been lazily moving through his fingers coming to a stop as he watched the heels clack their way across the pavement. It couldn't hurt to talk to her- would be rude not to... “Oooooooodddddddddy,” he drew out her name- singsonging it as she paused, his lips turning up in a grin. He knew she hated it, knew it- and liked the reactions he normally got. The same reaction that she was giving him now, all tensed up like he'd insulted her mother instead of just shortened her name. Perfect. He whistled, low sound filtering up through his lips as he gave an exaggerated appraisal of her person. “Don't tell me your going out for a date on a sunday- or am I even allowed to call what you do dating?” Nevermind that he didn't but into all of the things that were said about her, he did know better even if he never bothered to correct it- he doubted that she'd want him to in the first place.

He stood up from where he'd been sitting slowly, rolling his legs out in front of him until he was once more vertical in the air. She'd come along at just the right moment- she had that ability sometimes, even if it was a rare occurrence, it didn't stop him from enjoying it any less. His steps were light, reflective of the mood he thought, as he approached her, his lips twitching even further as she responded. “Jealous Scotty? What am I saying, of course you are. But, that I might have a date and you don't, or that you don't get to be on it?” Jealous? No. He wasn't jealous. He'd seen the meat sack that she was spending her time with these days- no brains, no fun. He'd be lucky to last the next few weeks, much less the semester. Neither he or Danny could figure out what her real reason was for being see around with him so much. He just wasn't her type. His grin spread, filling his face out as he approached her, brown eyes sparking with something almost playful. “Me? I respect the sabbath. Anyways. I don't much like paying for my dates.” Not that he actually thought that she got her dates that way. Or that she dated at all. At least he didn't think she did right? Whatever. His grin was still in place as he rolled his eyes again, reaching out once he was close enough to tug on the ends of her hair, his fingers pulling at the tips before returning to his own space, he knew his limits. Just like he knew the expression that filled her features at him doing it at all. She knew it was on purpose, knew he was looking for that reaction- the fact that she kept it in check was cute.

THEY DON'T MEAN ANYTHING OH THOSE MEMORIES

( • A S Y O U S P O K E Y O U R F O R K E D T O N G U E S H O W E D • )

W O R D S • 1439 

T A G G E D • Medusa 

O U T F I T •link

L Y R I C S • memories by lion if ido 

T E M P L A T E • PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION

N O T E S • hhahaha, cute. <3

[Odette Cosway]

you say you can't, live without me
s o w h y a r e n t y o u d e a d y e t
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She really wished that he wouldn't look at her like that. Wouldn't walk toward her like he knew something that the world simply didn't. Didn't matter if he did or didn't. He just...shouldn't be looking at her like that. Regardless of reason. They had managed to avoid one another for so long now...and now he was stopping her from getting where she wanted to go. Again. He didn't know if she was supposed to be going somewhere important, he didn't know if she had other places to be or a deadline to be meeting. She could have been on a mission of some import, not that he would have cared either way. Bitterness threatened to surface inside of her with her negative thought. He never did care if he was derailing her plans. She squashed that thought down as quickly as it had surfaced. Though, that was why she had been so successful in avoiding him. Of course, if she wasn't still raw, then she had moved on. She had. She told herself, from that horrible event. She had moved on. That was what Clarke was, the insufferable git. Regardless, he was good for her name. He looked good beside her. They were a positive in each others social standing. She wasn't without merit after all, in her own way. She was stunning, if nothing else. “Sabbath?” She scoffed, “Please, you hardly know the meaning of the word.” Since when did he think that he was religious anyway. It was just an excuse for him. Though, why he needed an excuse to be talking to her, why he needed to be talking to her at all...She watched him move closer, shifting the texts in her hands until they were rested comfortably between her two hands in front of her body, hip jutting to one side. “Apart from those stupid shirts you wear proclaiming something nobody here would care about that is.” she almost smiled then, almost. She chose to ignore the comment about her paying for dates. He knew damned well she could get others to buy her things even whenever they had no money whatsoever. Aside from that, she wasn't going on a date. As if any of these miserable curs would be enough to spend her time with. Unless of course....no. That was stupid. He wouldn't care about her and Clarke. He had no reason to be. They were nothing to each other now. He could think what he wanted, be jealous all he wanted. That was just fine.“Careful medusa, your muggle is showing.” Medusa. A deeply exasperated sigh left her lips. Of course he would go there. She loved her father, that wasn't a secret. Yes, he was a muggle, and he was very good to her. But around here, around here that word had different connotations, inferences that she didn't need those around her to be reminded of. It wasn't even the fact that he had called her Medusa, not this time anyway, the tone was innocent seeming enough. She didn't pretend to be anything that she wasn't, she didn't parade herself as purer than she was, and she had been forced to make up for her lackings as well.

She almost moved again to swat away his hand as he pulled her hair. She hated that only second to his abuse of her given name. He shouldn't be touching her. Ever. Even her hair. Her eyes narrowed. “Is there a particular reason that you're wasting my time?” It was out of place, him touching her hair. Their repartee over the past few years had mostly just been verbal abuse on her part, mocking him in front of others, disparaging him in class. Even then....it had mostly been aimed at Daniel. The other half of him. The only time that she had really been spotted shouting at Scott...was whenever he wasn't even Scott. Not that he needed to know that she knew, but it was easier to vent her frustrations to the face identical to him...rather than himself. Unwelcome. She needed to remind herself, his presence was unwelcome. If he would just take a damned step backward, it would make everything that much easier on her. Instead, she was forced to do it. “Making your time, not wasting it- what else were you going to be doing anyways?” “Watching paint dry would be better than standing out here with you,” her lips twitched, even if slightly, ever so slightly toward a smile as she turned to head back into the castle. At least her tone had been able to sound convincing.

“Well that's a fucking boring landscape.” Another dramatic sigh, she hips swaying just a little more than the should have, she was being watched after all. She wasn't like those vapid girls in the castle whos skirts came only the bottom of their asses to get attention. She was a fucking lady. Somehow, that seemed to spur even more rumors about her than those that weren't. Either way it worked, she could hear his heavy footsteps until he came to stand beside her, the castle wasn't boring to her. She liked it, she liked the gray walls and the commotion. She really did want to get out of the uniform, at least into a pair of heels that had already been broken in, unlike this pair. This pair was new, it was actually fairly rude of him not even to notice. He watched her often enough. “If you want to walk with me,” She paused for just a moment, shifting her books to one hand. “Why would I ever want to walk with you? I have important things to be getting to.” She didn't even bother looking at the ear pieces that he was attempting to lure her with. “You can let a little more of your muggle show.” she stopped walking again, looking at him incredulously, so not just walking then...he was suggesting that they actually spend time together. Had they both gone mad? The should just leave her the hell alone. “Go use your bait somewhere else,”

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y o u t o l d m e t h a t t h e y c a n u n d e r s t a n d t h e m a n i a m !
why are we talking to each other again?

(CREDITS) THIS IS BY DYLAN of CAUTION 2.0! Lyrics are Mirror - Little Wayne (ft. Bruno Mars)!

[Scott Wilde]

THE TRUTH COMES OUT IN THE BREAKDOWNS

( • M E M O R I E S M Y G O D T H E S E M E M O R I E S • )

He could see it, that hesitation she afforded between comebacks when it was him who approached her instead of the other way around. It was, he thought, similar to his own when she was the one coming after him- but that was different... that was because he knew what she was capable of when she felt threatened or... whatever it was that had started all of that. He wasn't even sure. He couldn't see inside of her head like that, he wasn't that talented. He was just good at reading her facial expressions... for the most part. Maybe not as good as he needed to be considering how often she fired back at him with more irritation than he'd given her to start with.“Sabbath? Please, you hardly know the meaning of the word. Apart from those stupid shirts you wear proclaiming something nobody here would care about that is.” She really was cute. Even if she was a bitch. The fact that she was referencing not only a very muggle thing but also the fact that she paid attention to what he wore- it was nice. She wasn't biting his head off at least. Not yet. His grin stretched, winking slightly to show that he had indeed picked up that she watched him- that was okay, if he were her he'd watch him too-“Careful medusa, your muggle is showing.” Couldn't have that, not with the house she was in and the reputation she tried to uphold. Not that he minded. Again the subtle widening of his lips, as he watched her own feature shift. “Is there a particular reason that you're wasting my time?” Wasting? Please. As if either of them had a whole lot going on on a sunday. Absolutely nothing happened in this castle on that weekend day. “Making your time, not wasting it- what else were you going to be doing anyways?” Nothing important, not if her plans had been in line with her current activities anyway. Clarke... He'd been on more entertaining dates with himself than what rumor had it they got up to. Cuddling and studying. Who even did that?

“Watching paint dry would be better than standing out here with you,” Liar. Just the way her lips had twitched after he'd said it had been proof enough. If she didn't want to be here with him she was perfectly able to turn on those stilted heels and walk away, it would hardly be the first time she'd done such. He wasn't calling her on it this time though, just smiling even more as he turned, coming up to stand beside instead of in front of her and staring at the castle as well. “Well that's a fucking boring landscape.” He was in a good mood... she was in a good mood... there was no harm in taking advantage of that fact, it wasn't breaking any rules. Not really. They were perfectly capable of carrying of a conversation free of any real ire- so long as they didn't look for a reason for there to be any- and he wasn't above not doing so. He was just taking advantage of their good moods- hers was good, even if no one else would have picked up on it. “If you want to walk with me,” his fingers dipped into his pockets, pulling out the small rectangular device and headphones he'd pushed within and dangling them in front of her. “Why would I ever want to walk with you? I have important things to be getting to.” Again that allusion. Another lie he let pass without calling her out on. If important was her most recent boy toy she was affording him a word that wasn't often- or she was using it completely out of context, he was inclined to believe it was the latter... “You can let a little more of your muggle show.” He did, in fact, have the band she'd been referencing on his shirts on the playlist, and he did... in fact, have nowhere to be now that Danny had gone missing to help the little first year.

From amused to difficult. She really had cornered the market on bipolar, although any time he tried to say such to Danny he said he'd never noticed that. Weird shit. Danny noticed everything. Everything that didn't involve Odette's moods obviosuly. He ignored both thoughts of his brother and her jibes, wiggling the earphones once more.“Go use your bait somewhere else."  He wasn't going to acknowledge how accurate that was- especially not seeing that he wanted her to take it. He didn't exactly have any songs downloaded on his iPod for other people- not if he was excluding the blonde beside him. It wasn't necessarily bait anyways, he would have added it to his collection even if he hadn't been given the opportunity to share it with her. It was just what he did.  “As if I have to bait you.” He scoffed at the idea, raising a brow in her direction. She was always free to make her own decisions- if she actually said no he backed off- it was a good dynamic to work with... so long as he was the one approaching her. If she cornered him all bets were off, but then that was always a different sort of game. And one he didn't like. Something else he didn't want to think about. “C'mon, I have the newest album of Ms Mr on here, you know you want to hear it.” He'd downloaded it specifically for her after all. Not that he didn't enjoy the band as well- it just wasn't something he felt he needed to purchase the instant that it came out- especially with the lack of space he was starting to find on the device in his hands.

THEY DON'T MEAN ANYTHING OH THOSE MEMORIES

( • A S Y O U S P O K E Y O U R F O R K E D T O N G U E S H O W E D • )

W O R D S • 978

T A G G E D • Medusa 

O U T F I T •link

L Y R I C S • memories by lion if ido 

T E M P L A T E • PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION

N O T E S •short,short,short- I suck I'm sorry

[Odette Cosway]

you say you can't, live without me
s o w h y a r e n t y o u d e a d y e t
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Not even five whole minutes ago, she had been irritated with him, not even ten minutes ago she had been seriously contemplating crawling into her bed, still clothed, and passing out. True, it wasn't just him that she was irritated with. She had been irritated in general. It had just been shaping up to be one of those days. Perhaps because of the events not even a month ago. Weeks. They had the same fucking face after all. She hated that it was hard to look at one and not think about the other. They were different enough to her, they really were...boldly physically different to her. It was strange that two men who were so damnably similar were so very different. She really did try not to compare them, but sometimes she couldn't help herself. Of course they shared the same dashing looks, and had the mind set for messing with people, but they were so different. At least to her. Daniel...there was something that charged within her around him, usually negative, but when it wasn't...like it hadn't been for just those few minutes the other day, in the tower. Then of course there was Scott. Who, she couldn't even caption. Again, most of the time negative...but when he was like this he was hard to turn down. It had certainly gotten her into trouble before. She hated that she felt things around them, that they made her feel at all. She was comfortable with the normal level of contempt for society that she harbored most of the time. ”As if I have to bait you.” It would seem that today he didn't, another disagreeable little fact. Unlike a lot of those she called her friend, it wasn't even their house that bothered her, it was just...them. Everything about them. She couldn't boast to be too much higher on the food chain than them, apart from house of course, and yet. There was something that she just loved to hate about them. “C'mon, I have the newest album of Ms Mr on here, you know you want to hear it.” She did. Of course she did, and she was flattered that he even remembered. She hadn't gotten it for herself. There was a certain...lack of muggle world updates in her dorm. With very pointed reasoning of course. Still, it kept her all the more up to date on everything in the magical world...and the rest just tended to fall to the wayside. She hugged her books more tightly to herself, her eyes running over his face and the device in his hands. Those damnable hands. The way his eyebrows lifted like he already knew her answer, just waiting for the answer that he wanted. Stupid, arrogant ass. “Fine, but not now.” What did she just say? She couldn't have just said what she had heard coming out of her own lips. She hadn't just given into him, could she have? Her heels clicked up the two stairs into the archway of the castle, space would give her a reason to back out of things, wouldn't it? She would come to her senses. No amount of music was worth her company. “I'm going to change, and you can go...wax your back or whatever it is you do to kill time and the few braincells that you have left.” even on this step, she was just now eye level with him. Level. “Or, you can go wait out the side gates for me to have changed.” her shoulder lifted and fell, impishly cute “not that I care.”

She didn't wait for the answer, didn't allow herself to look back over her shoulder and see the little smirk she knew was on his face. He always wore it whenever he got his way. "Hurry up and go get human Medusa, can't let your muggle hang loose like that." Her heels were the only sound of retreat she gave him. At least she would have all the way until she reached the dungeons before she needed her reasoning. She could just shoot him an owl. It wouldn't be a big surprise to him, her not wanting to spend much time with him. No time at all. Not any longer. They were past that, she didn't want to change that. She couldn't let herself change that...and even still she had managed to think of nothing but him all the way down to the dungeons, all the way into her dorm and had been picking through her new cloths by the time that she had caught herself. She had a blouse clutched in her hands and a jacket laid out on her bed. Both, considerably more comfortable than what she had been wearing previously. She didn't even know when it was that she had undressed, but she did know her feet were thanking her for the change in shoes. Black to white. She'd only even taken off her heels for the second that it took to step into the other pair. She lived in heels, regardless of the height, they were always on her feet. Again one foot lifted from the shoe to slid into the leg of her shorts, and straight back into the shoe, duplicated on the other side. She shouldn't be going....she should just use this time to write home, have her father purchase the album for her, and have him send both it and her own music device to her here at the castle. She would figure it out from there. She knew her father would make it a priority, he always did anything that she asked of him. Always gave her anything that she could have wanted...and yet she was doing up the buttons on her shirt, pulling the black blazer over the ensemble and fixing her hair. Even though it was a quick change...or it should have been. It should have just been something comfortable so that she could finish her homework in peace, perhaps pick out the things she wanted to wear over the course of the week. She had yet to have the time to sort out all of her purchases from the Somerset trip anyway, she had bought far too much...since she had been so irritated, it had been the week after her encounter with Danny after all...when she was stressed...she shopped. Simple as that. So, she had mountains of shopping bags to sort through...she could even have spent her evening doing that, relishing in her new things...instead of making sure that her make up looked pretty enough on her. Instead of fixing herself up with the motivation of wanting him to be drooling over himself at the sight of her. She should have even been having dinner...instead of tucking her wand into her jacket and heading back out of her dorm.

It shouldn't have mattered to her what she wore now, the uniform was gone, and he certainly had seen her in all manner of clothing. True, the might have opted for something slightly more comfortable than the rigid lines of her high waisted shorts. But it looked too goo to ignore. It was a nice enough day, and this was about as casual as she liked to be seen in public. Her shirt tucked neatly into her waist band, sky high heels clicking against the marble floors until she reached the door that would lead her to him. Where he said he would be waiting. There was no doubt that he was going to be standing out there, doing something or another. The small points of her heels were going to be difficult to maneuver on the grounds, if he insisted on that, but she could manage. It wasn't like she didn't do it on a daily basis anyway. Besides, these were one of her more comfortable pairs that she owned. She paused in the stone archway, hands in her pockets up to her knuckles, relaxed until he noticed her. She always felt...raw under his appraisal. Far more so than his brother. Daniel and she never got along, not really. It was best that way. Scott....he was the only one who knew how to see whenever her sarcasm...wasn't really sarcasm. Another thing that she couldn't stand. There was a lot more about Scott that she couldn't stand than Daniel. Still...she had her uses for the both of them. “Stop picturing me naked,” she teased, something that she had said to loads of people, never in seriousness, only, well....she supposed he could, in a way. Pushing off she marched over in front of him, snatching the device from his hands and ears, and kept on walking.

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(CREDITS) THIS IS BY DYLAN of CAUTION 2.0! Lyrics are Mirror - Little Wayne (ft. Bruno Mars)!

[Scott Wilde]

THE TRUTH COMES OUT IN THE BREAKDOWNS

( • M E M O R I E S M Y G O D T H E S E M E M O R I E S • )

He shouldn't keep pushing for her to spend time with him- but this lack of animosity happened so rarely, and honestly- Danny was all kinds of right when he said he figured she would be prettier if she dropped the bitchy pretense. Not that ever really happened, at least not often enough to remark upon- although as soon as the thought crossed his mind a flash of bare ankle with his fingers wrapped around it flashed through his mind. A progression of other images threatening to break free from the lid they were so tightly kept normally. Thank Merlin for her interrupting them, for taking his mind away from the flash of more rounded features and nervous eyes. “Fine, but not now.” Although apparently now was going to be one of those times that she gave in, allowed herself to stop pushing so hard... His lips twitched, careful not to fill out too much as he fell into step beside her, his smile softening slightly as his eyes slid over to her for all of half a minute before looking back to the castle. He knew she'd recognize that smile if he kept it on too long, had received more than one jab of her elbow as she bustled past him when he got it. He was trying to convince her to go walking with him- not talk her out of wanting to do so without even opening his mouth in the first place. “I'm going to change, and you can go...wax your back or whatever it is you do to kill time and the few braincells that you have left.” He stopped at the stairs, adjusting his neck appropriately and grinning over to her. So she hadn't seen it. Or she was ignoring it. Either way was fine with him- she was still giving in, no matter how big she was talking to try and cover that fact up. The bite from her words was absent, the usual glare accompanying her words void in her eyes. Like he'd said, he'd come to recognize the signs and read them well enough. “Or, you can go wait out the side gates for me to have changed.. Not that I care.” Don't laugh. Don't laugh, nevermind the fact that his lips were twitching again violently, shoulder lifting in a shrug to mirror hers. Obviously he'd be waiting, she knew that just as well as he did- or at least she should have. Just as he knew that she'd be coming- just as he knew that if he wasn't there she would care. Would at least get angry and curse his damn face off, or something of that nature. His lips stretched as he waved a hand- watching her turn on her heel away from him. "Hurry up and go get human Medusa, can't let your muggle hang loose like that." Not all dolled up like a proper Slytherin. Not that he really had anything against her house- had more than one friend from it in reality. It was the listening to muggle music like that that didn't make any sense- and seemed damnably uncomfortable. Though if she came out of that entrance without any heels he'd eat his own damn shoes.

He'd only seen her without those once. Once, and that flash was back in his head, her feet dipping out of the opening of said shoes and onto the floor in a motion way too fluid for someone who seemed to have them permanently attached to her soles... He didn't watch her walk away, or at least he didn't watch her ass, which he knew- without looking- that she was purposefully swaying. Instead he focused on her shoulders right up until the moment she turned, following instruction and meandering slowly over the column of stone that she'd be passing by on her way out- just as she'd said. He also didn't think of Danny. Not once did he think of Danny or Danny going back to find Scott nowhere to be found. He didn't think about the look he'd get when Scott told him who he'd been hanging out with, or way his brother's eyebrows would furrow when he went back over the dialogue had been exchanged. He didn't think about it once. Not as he turned his iPod volume up as far as it would go, not as he shoved the earbuds as deep into his ears as they would allow, or as he hit the crown of his head against the stone. There were some things he didn't like overthinking, unlike his twin who seemed to want to stop and go through everything. If he did that he'd never enjoy the rest of his evening. And he planned to. Enjoy his evening that was. Good moods and shit. The words echoed through the device and into his brain, following the familiar pattern until he lost himself in it- eyes focused on the point just beyond where she'd be exiting. He was following direction but he wasn't pathetic about it- not really. He was just lost in thought. Lots of thought. Too much thought really, he was going to have to lay off pretending to be Danny for a while if this was what it led to. All the pensive shit and second guessing. Not that he was second guessing spending time with her, even though if he were wiser he probably would have been- filed and acknowledged in his brain. He was pointedly not listening to Ms. Mr. yet- hadn't listened to the album even since the download. He had planned on waiting until his potions class tomorrow- the potions class that Odette just happened to sit directly in front of him and Danny during- to listen to the new music at all. Not because he had to be around her to listen to it, he didn't even know why he'd thought about the fact that she sat in front of him that class period. It was probably because he was waiting for her listening to music at all... He shook his head slightly, slumping against the pillar and focusing on the Stix lyrics that he'd scrolled over to allowing his brain to drop the subject of Odette almost entirely.

He wasn't even sure how long she was gone, or how many albums he'd gone through before he caught sight of her blonde hair, his eyes shifting only slightly to run over her once- any more than that and she'd start going off about how he was looking at her, he was familiar with their routine by now. Smoothed the lines in his face out just enough to seem less like he was actually thinking about anything important, another thing that seemed to tick her off. “Stop picturing me naked,” Then again... the grin came easily to his lips this time, another flash of flesh and laughter pushing through their conversation and making his eyes spark with all the more familiarity. She didn't look just the same as she had then, but that was hardly the point. She was still Odette, even if she liked to seem otherwise. He'd have to remember that even once was subject to receiving that sort of commentary from her- even if it was devoid of any real anger. Good moods indeed... The sound of her heels distracted him momentarily, eyes running down her legs and over the still-too-high heels on her feet. Distracted just enough to miss her movement towards him up until his earbuds were jerked from his ears, both hands going to the side of his face in the moment it took for him to push himself off the column, rubbing the flesh as if to balm the sting. He straightened entirely- jogging two half steps until he caught up with her, one hand snagging one of the earbuds as he feel into step beside her. “The new album's under your name medusa.” She was after all still in control of the actual device- it was only fair she get to scroll to find the right name, even if he had put it under the one she was sure to smirk with the most.

THEY DON'T MEAN ANYTHING OH THOSE MEMORIES

( • A S Y O U S P O K E Y O U R F O R K E D T O N G U E S H O W E D • )

W O R D S • 1364

T A G G E D • Medusa 

O U T F I T •link

L Y R I C S • memories by lion if ido 

T E M P L A T E • PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION

N O T E S • siiiiiiiiiiigh

[Odette Cosway]

you say you can't, live without me
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She could feel him beside her, his heavy breathing evening out as he came to a stop. Only symptom of his condition, and a flash of him falling over clutching his chest, wheezing with laughter came to mind. She just...needed to mute that with music, now, she would work herself up too much if she thought that way, if she remembered things. Her fingers worked over the device easily, she did have one of her own, back home anyway, she had left it there. It had seemed like a good idea at the time anyway. Today, it seemed like less so. It was slower going, keeping on the stones instead of veering into the grass. “The new album's under your name medusa.” She knew that was supposed to be an insult, wasn't it? He refused to use her name....and yet, he could have just left it under the artist. Her brow quirked, attempting to brush past the jab at herself as she placed the little piece into her ear, walking slower than she should have been as he fell into step next to her. Why was he thinking of her at all like that anymore? She couldn't remember the last time she had just walked with him like this. If they had ever really. Before...certainly. She shouldn't be doing so now. They didn't have anything in common any longer, she didn't want to think that they did anyway. Though, the music that she had just discovered would have hinted otherwise. She could feel the comment chewing around in her mouth, and she said nothing. Which, was telling. She affixed the spare earbud to his ear, he was too close. Perhaps it was just because it was just the two of them. He had to be close for what they were doing. Was that on purpose? He was her divination partner for Merlin's sake and he didn't bother her there. Well. Not this sort of bothering anyway. Certainly had to help her in all sorts of ways for that class...and she never thought twice about it. She could hardly even hear the lyrics being poured into her ears over her thoughts. Running inner monologue. It was one of her favorite bands she was searching for, from these recent years anyway. She was more fond of those from the 90's, pop punk...which one wouldn't have been able to tell by just looking at her, still it was her truth. Apart from those, she listened to the wizarding bands that tended to fill the showers and bedrooms in her house.

Odette never had been able to pinpoint the exact time that she had turned against them, the moment whenever they stopped being friends. Only, the never really had been friends. Not any of them, not really. They had just been something that had happened, the three of them ever talking anyway. Happenstance. Nothing more. Nothing that should have prompted him to have the ability to reach over him and change the dials in the spaces that her fingers weren't occupying. Nothing that should have implied closeness. Still, she knew it wasn't their house, or their breeding, it was something else. It could have been worse, being this close to him, she could have been closer. Why weren't there more people outside right now? Why weren't there more distractions? Why had she agreed to any of this in the first place? She never should have. She had so much else that she could have been doing. Still, she didn't see her feet carrying her in the other direction, did she. Didn't see herself walking away or throwing the electronic device at his head like she should have. She put up no fight whenever he took the thing back from her hand, turning the volume back down, but she should have. She should have protested more, instead of just darting her gaze up to him as he took the thing. They weren't even talking, which she found somehow even more irritating than the arguing with him all the time. She hated that his hand brushed against hers. Told herself instantly that she hated it, should have recoiled more forcefully instead of just shuffling herself, pulling her hand away at the last moment, ignoring the expression that came over his face. Commenting on that would only lead to bad things for the both of them. There were things that were off limits, unspoken boundaries that they just had somehow set without even ever speaking about it. Commenting on the look felt like breaking one of those little rules. Instead, she 'accidentally' turned the shuffle on while grabbing the thing back from him, and pulling the bud out of her ear. “What is this crap Scott? It's raping my ear.”

“Zepplin. How do you not know Zepplin?!” That name. It was another that featured on those tshirts that he was always wearing. Those ones that just looked like they were soft, too soft. Not that she had been looking all that closely. She paused, folding her arms in front of her body, pressing the soft fabric of her shirt into her skin. No, she couldn't take the ear piece back, his fingers were all over it. She would have to wrap her fingers around his in order to get it back. She had learned the other day that apparently, she couldn't get away with touching them. Well, not having them touch her at the very least. Her eyebrow cocked, was that name supposed to impress her? Because it didn't. Her father had all of the records, perhaps that was why she didn't much care for it. It wasn't upbeat enough for her, or something. She didn't take the time to listen to all of it, and no doubt he was going to try and convince her to do just that. No thank you. Wicked smile moving over her lips, out of place, but she needed it. Hid behind it. “I don't have to know it to know that it's crap, and I will not taint my perfect ears with it.” He better mot say anything back, he better not. Though, even as she said it she knew that he would. He wasn't just going to let it go. He wasn't going t not comment, it would be against his genetic coding to stay quiet. Still, she almost flinched at the hand climbing to her face to quickly, almost pulled away bodily until his hand was brushing her hair back. Fine. That was fine. Right? Had to be, it wasn't her skin or anything. She scoffed at the comment, allowing her weight to shift from now foot to the other slowly, chewing words in her mouth. It didn't feel like an insult coming from him, so she wasn't offended. Not too much anyway. Then skin....heat in her ear as his hand traced her Dr, just a finger but it was enough. She didn't let her head tilt toward his hand, didn't move any part of her. If they ever realized how touching her made her freeze...she would be in a world of trouble. She had to be so careful with her reactions around them. Her gaze felt uncertain somehow as we lifted it to his. Settled only by the light tug on her lobe. Merlin help her. Stupid smile. Stupid face. "It would only be lopsided because of you pulling in it with your gorilla hands" she spat, a little more harshly than she should have. Overcompensating. She hadn't even managed to get to the album he had boasted about yet. Putting the thing back in her ear she side stepped, just a little too close to grab the thing back from him "Obviously, your tastes cannot be trusted"

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why are we talking to each other again?

(CREDITS) THIS IS BY DYLAN of CAUTION 2.0! Lyrics are Mirror - Little Wayne (ft. Bruno Mars)!

[Scott Wilde]

THE TRUTH COMES OUT IN THE BREAKDOWNS

( • M E M O R I E S M Y G O D T H E S E M E M O R I E S • )

It was, he figured, much easier to ignore her when she wasn't right fucking next to him- and while he'd admittedly thought about that flaw while waiting for her , the realization was made even more clear when her arm brushed against his. Stupid fucking arm. She wasn't supposed to smell good either. Hadn't he told her only last week that she smelled like the inside of his quidditch locker after Danny tried to mask the smell with deodorizers? Which- he supposed, wasn't the best insult he'd ever hurled at her- but to be fair that had been shouted as she was toddling off on her ridiculously high heels at way too fast a pace for him to keep up with encumbered with all of the books that Annie had shoved into his arms when he'd picked her up from her class. Not that the twig had helped him any, giggling just under his fucking elbow that she came up to as Odette tripped off with only Scott's yelled rejoinder on her heels. He was pretty fucking sure that the witless wonder Clarke had been just up ahead waiting for her too. To walk her to class or something suitable and acceptable... Another brush of wind from her direction and the flowery shit that she sprayed on herself assaulted his nose again, the undertone of honeysuckle all the more present with how close he was too her. He'd caught that on the train first, when she'd nearly run into him coming through that compartment door- she'd smelled even more like it back then but maybe that was because as far as he could remember she hadn't even been wearing perfume back then. Like the honeysuckle on the south side of their house back home, the bushes Scott and Danny had hidden behind so many times when it came time to pick up all of the dog mess in the backyard. Daniella had been the only one to know they used it as a hiding place and she was unlikely to rat them out... Shit. So there were downsides to not having her at his throat and no he wasn't going to think that image any more through than his imagination had already provided, cheekbones lighting with a faint blush of color as he forced that back down. Several downsides apparently. Music flared through the earphones, louder than it should have been considering how loud he'd turned it up to avoid his thoughts earlier. Without thinking he reached over her, his finger scrolling quickly on the rounded button until it was set to more manageable levels, lips pursing until the blaring was cut to just above what he supposed most people listened to it at. He dropped his arm back somewhat belatedly, lips pulling slightly as the back of her hand rubbed against his. Briefly he considered... his fingers twisting just slightly before stopping entirely, lips pulling in an odd expression the moment before he chanced a glance down at her out of the corner of his eyes. Shit, shit, shit. Fuck. That was entirely too stupid. Entirely too tempting. He could still feel the heat from the back of her hand against his own, despite the fact that she had jerked it back like that.

It was a good thing that she had, it was what he should have done anyways, instead of twisting his fingers like that... shit, what had he been thinking? His face tilted slightly, eyes tracing the curve of her cheekbone before he could stop himself. Don't say it. Don't say it. Don't say it. His teeth bit down harshly on his tongue, eyes darting back to the path in front of them the instant before his fingers gave way to her taking the device back once more. That was stupid. Unbelievably stupid of him. “What is this crap scott? It's raping my ear.” So maybe he was slightly overplaying the way his lips opened so widely, eyes following suit as he turned back towards her, head whipping on his neck as he gaped. Crap? CRAP!? He paused for all of two minutes, trying to formulate words before his fingers were scrabbling at the ear piece holding it back to her and trying to convince her to put it back in her ear. “Zepplin. How do you not know Zepplin?!” Zepplin was... legend. What he had been raised up with. Zepplin was the music that he blared when he had way too many thoughts in his head that didn't belong there- the music that his brother put on blast whenever one of his art pieces were giving him a particularly hard time. Zepplin was mind clearing music- focusing music. .. He was still swimming in the fog of disbelief that she'd created with that statement. Who in the world didn't like Zeppelin? He could almost forgive her not knowing them- almost because there were plenty here who didn't, especially if he forgot that she wasn't as pure of blood as the majority of those in her house. And he did forget that, fairly frequently actually. That could be overlooked. Saying that it was anything short of the glory that it was though... his lips were still slightly parted, eyes narrowing to squint at her as if suspecting her of some fraud. “I don't have to know it to know that it's crap, and I will not taint my perfect ears with it." She couldn't have been serious... but perfect? He did snort at that his eyes rolling playfully as he pushed those memories from that time into the back of her head. He couldn't afford to think about any of that right now. They were having a good... whatever this was. Hangout sesh. Didn't that sound impersonal enough? Learned his lesson... his hand darted out without thought, brushing her hair back up and over her shoulder before looking with exaggerated speculation at the shell of the ear that was revealed. “Perfect ears? The fuck kind of mirror are you looking in Medusa?” His hand trailed down, closing over the ear lobe and tugging just slightly before removing his hand in entirety from her person, tossing the string of the earbud onto her shoulder. “That one is definitely off center.”

He would know which one it was too, he'd seen it often enough, the way that the lobe hung down that fraction shorter than the other- had seen Danny draw the same thing.. "It would only be lopsided because of you pulling in it with your gorilla hands" She was being cute. Unintentionally and he couldn't comment on it, but she was. He could see the difference in her facial features, he had become accustomed enough with the changes to know when he could and couldn't deal with her like this. Never in public, never with an audience. Squash the bitterness that came along with that. His tastes in music were excellent, maybe a little far stretching on the ends of the spectrum, but with so many members in their family he had been fed any number of things. Though, if he was being honest the only reason that some of the albums were on there at all had been because of her mentions of them. Fuck. That was a really stupid thing to think about. To have. He was blurring lines again, forgetting promises. "Obviously, your tastes cannot be trusted" It was one of the biggest problems with being alone with her. His arm lifted in reaction to her taking the iPod back, slinging around her shoulders with a bit more caution than he'd afford anyone else. He never knew. He tried to keep touching to a minimum with her, but it made it easier to listen to the music together this way- and if he kept telling himself that then it would be okay. “Yeah, whatever- says the girl looking through my iPod in the first place.”

THEY DON'T MEAN ANYTHING OH THOSE MEMORIES

( • A S Y O U S P O K E Y O U R F O R K E D T O N G U E S H O W E D • )

W O R D S • 1325

T A G G E D •&nbsp;Medusa&nbsp;

O U T F I T •link

L Y R I C S • memories by lion if ido&nbsp;

T E M P L A T E • PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION

N O T E S • siiiiiiiiiiigh

[Odette Cosway]

you say you can't, live without me
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“Mmhm,” she hummed at his words. She could have commented on them, could have bitten him with words to hurt him...but Dammit, she missed him. In a way she shouldn't have, in a way that felt like she was betraying herself just to be thinking about. The jostling from him brushing against her as they walked, the pulling in her ears every few steps was starting to bother herself enough as it was. Her fingers moved over the wheel, pausing in their path too read better, she wasn't so great at reading while walking, it tended to make her dizzy. She was to focused on the wheel under her fingertip, there was something common about all of these songs, she was scrolling faster, One album to the next she looked, and then she found it, there was her name. These were sorted, well hidden, but sorted. Why was her name on his Ipod? It was more than just that one album, there was loads of them. All of the bands that she knew were her favorite. Some, she could excuse in her mind. She knew the object in her hand was old...years past when it had been replaced. With so many children in his family it had to be, she knew it had been passed down from one child to the other. She knew that some of the things on there, she had put there herself, knew that there was a legitimate reason for some of them, filed away with her name, the star ratings had been changed since she had put them there. Still her fingers moved ever faster over the titles, spotting just when he had stopped putting her name and had started putting that disgusting moniker that he was so fond of for her. Some she had mentioned, some that seemed to be just suited to her, some she didn't even recognize. He had been thinking about her this much? Why would he do that? There was no reason for him to. She had just thought that today, this, whatever it was...was just some strange fluke. They had been yelling at each other for years now. She didn't have time to prepare herself for the weight on her shoulders. Literally and figuratively. “Yeah, whatever- says the girl looking through my iPod in the first place.” Her shoulders tensed instantly, fitting into his grasp too easily. Thank Merlin for her jacket, keeping layers between his hands and her upper arm. Her body shifted on it's own, spinning ever so slightly in his grasp to be almost facing him, cradled by his arm. Tucked ever closer to his body. Her eyes still glued to the screen...she couldn't even count how many things were in this little grouping of his. Her hands lowered slightly as her chin lifted to better see him, her expression softening slightly, asking what all of this was as her fingers clicked onto another song at random, then another, he had to know what she was getting at. She was leaning in too close to him, too questioning, but he was so warm. Fuck. No. She didn't need warm. She had on a god damned jacket. Her chin lifted to him, the device in her hands lowering slightly at the same time. Why were these songs on here? Why was her name on them? Why hadn't he just deleted her off of it and moved on. It would have made more sense...freed up more space. She stared up at him silently for a long moment...two...three. For far too long.

“This was a stupid idea.” her blink broke her contact, lingering for a betraying moment before slapping his hand off of her and leaving the Ipod to dangle from the chord now only attached to his ear. “Leave it to you to convince me to waste a perfectly nice day.” there was no conviction in her words, even as she took the step backward that she needed to move away from him, from his heat. She couldn't blink, her eyes were going dry...that was never a good sign. It was too much, too much that she couldn't understand. Too many questions that in no way needed to be asked. No. It was better to leave, she had other things to be doing, she never should have come out here in the first place.

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why are we talking to each other again?

(CREDITS) THIS IS BY DYLAN of CAUTION 2.0! Lyrics are Mirror - Little Wayne (ft. Bruno Mars)!

[Scott Wilde]

THE TRUTH COMES OUT IN THE BREAKDOWNS

( • M E M O R I E S M Y G O D T H E S E M E M O R I E S • )

He couldn't think why they'd stopped walking for a moment, his fingers lifting and recurling to better adjust her change in direction, unwittingly pulling her closer. He could hear the music shifting- too quickly for her to be actually looking for a song, flitting from one to the next as she looked up at him and all he could concentrate on was the way her features were curved, rounded instead of angular as her frowns always seemed to make them. It was... vulnerable and he'd only seen that on her face a handful of times, only ever watched the subtle shifting at this close of a range once before and fuck him if he wasn't thinking about that exact time and the resulting bruise he'd sported on his cheekbone for over a week after- angular elbows and softened features. Something had to give. It wasn't until it hit on a song that he recognized instantly, it was one he hummed under his breath the last time that Danny had been sketching her, watching the pencil strokes transfer onto the canvas with too much interest. He knew there was a reason he had been holding the iPod, she just made him stupid- more stupid, less intelligent? “This was a stupid idea.” His chin dipped, explanation on the edge of his lips in the minute that she spoke again, hitting his hand off of her and stepping back. No. He hadn't imagined that... that look on her face, he'd seen it before. He knew that she wanted to kiss him just as badly as she did him. She had to. There was no reason for her to pretend otherwise- it hadn't been sarcastic or one of her usual jokes. That had been real. “Leave it to you to convince me to waste a perfectly nice day.” Without opening his mouth in reply he moved, his legs tangling in the chords hanging down to them for only an instant before the earbud was pulled painfully from his ear, dropping to the ground along with the iPod as his fingers closed around her forearms, spinning her back around to face him, her chest hitting his somewhat harder than he'd intended but he was already bowing his neck, arranging the height- wrong, in his mind, wrong because of those damn heels- and pausing just a hairs breadth away. Only it was that hairs breadth that mattered. Because he'd been here before, he'd given into this before. She wasn't interested. He'd gotten the message. And Daniel... he and Danny. “Fuck.” Harsh, guttural, completely separate from his usual tone as he let go of her completely, stepping back and turning to move past her all in the same movement- his legs turning from walk into run after only a few steps. And fuck the iPod he'd left behind. He wasn't falling into that again. He couldn't

He knew that he'd let her go too quickly, too harshly. “HEY” He knew that but it didn't slow him down any. Not when she called out after him- not when he heard her running in his wake. A good deal in his wake, but he knew it. Just like the back of his hair rose when she came into a room. Danny's did it too, he'd gotten to see it. Like their bodies were completely aware of the danger she brought with her when she was near was. He should have paid attention to that, should have trusted his body over his stupid … She was poison. How he thought that she was any less so when he was the one who approached her, when he started the encounter- he thought.. he didn't know what he thought, he thought he'd been smart enough, had been playing the game right. If this was a game. It certainly didn't feel like one now. Danny's hair did the same thing- but he was still drawing her wasn't he? After all this time and he still liked her too. Too. He couldn't avoid that one word he'd tacked on so hurriedly to the end of his sentence. They both knew. The did. They just didn't talk about it- didn't let the subject come to words where she was concerned. It was enough... it was enough that they'd drawn her- because it had been his fingers that had made that first sketch, the one they'd later turned into a painting, it had been his fingers that had shaded in all the right spots on the painting. Made the color of her hair perfect, recalled so clearly the color of the jacket she'd been wearing that day, and the fact that her left leg had curled up under her after their third drink. But it had been Danny that had remembered her earrings, the way they pressed against her neck everytime she turned her head, and the way that she smiled with just that one dimple after Scott told a joke, pulling her lips back in as if to deny it. They both liked her. Not past. Liked. Present. Still. After all this time and all of the reasons why they shouldn't. His feet rolled over the grass, giving way to stone as his heart rate increased- his breath seizing in his chest, lungs grabbing at air that wasn't available. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. His hand shot out to the stone wall- centering himself as he dug in his jean pockets for the inhaler, eyes closing. Because what he was dealing with mentally wasn't enough.. He shouldn't be worrying over if her heels had gotten stuck in the earth, or if she'd twisted and sprained her ankle. He shouldn't have been, but even as he brought the rectangular tube up towards his mouth and inhaled he was. He could very easily keep walking, he did more strenuous activity for quidditch and managed just fine- hell he'd gotten up after an asthma attack and a sprained ankle and finished the game.

But the fact that she could have been out there with some injury or another had him straightening, repocketing his inhaler and facing the direction he'd come from. He just wanted his iPod back. And to make sure she was okay. That was it. Fuck her and her mind games. She was no better than Bridgette, no matter how much his own mind protested- how his stomach twisted into knots. Fuck. This was his- he'd started it, he'd been the one to seek her out, to wait for her even. This was supposed to have been fun, have left him in charge. Those were the rules. And she'd just... screwed it all up. His jaw tensed, hearing her approach, even if it was different, sounded different- flesh against stone. “NO” His eyes narrowed, brain screaming that he could leave now but she was already charging up to him, his head having to turn so much further down than it normally did as she hit at him. He couldn't pretend that it didn't hurt, bone and hard plastic hitting into the hardened muscle of his torso and again as she screamed at him. It took more than it should have for him to roll onto the balls of his feet- keeping from falling as she hit him a second time. “You don't get to walk away from me Scott. Not again. No.” Him?! Hurt registered, even more strongly than before with her words. “I get to walk away from you.” He hadn't walked away. He'd sat there right where she'd left him last time until Danny had found him. Had sat there and stared. She'd taken him from the highest point he'd achieved up until then and slammed him back face first in the dirt that day. And she was so prepared to do it again. His nostrils flared, jaw working behind words that wouldn't come as she glared at him, his body only seeming to break from it as she turned. “Take. Them. Off. Odette.” His hand shot before she could make it more than a full step, again spinning her- being sure to keep just enough distance between them even if it was still too close, even if he was still having to crane his neck to look down at her. “Take them off. I didn't walk away from you. You walked away from me. You ran. Your always running. Just because you don't like it when someone does it to you doesn't make it any less true,” harsh, angry. He never talked to her like that- even when they were 'fighting' so publicly. It was always sarcastic, always devoid of any real sort of emotion. “Take them off,” this time an angry gesture to the heels on her feet- his body propelling forward without his knowledge.

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[Odette Cosway]

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Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Coming out here in the first place, stupid letting him talk her into anything at all, stupid for being alone with him. She just wanted to slam her heels into the ground and stomp her merry way back to the sodding Castle. She couldn't stop seeing his damned face. Couldn't stop feeling his arm around her. She couldn't handle that. Couldn't handle being alone with either of them apparently. The set of memories that she had attached to this one in particular just made everything that much worse. Better? Worse. Her heels stomped into the ground, no longer careful as she attempted to huff her way back to the castle, just like she had wanted to. She needed to be away, to do homework, or brush her hair, or something else mind numbing so that she could go back to the way things needed to be, only there was a hand on her arm. Idiot never learned apparently. She had said her version of goodbye, yet he apparently wasn't done with her. Her body twisted, almost falling if he hadn't been there to hold her up. Not that her small frame was a burden to him as she crashed into his chest, the air expelling from her lungs. When did he get so solid? Fuck this was too close. Every time he exhaled she could feel it in her chest. She couldn't move, willed her head not to move up to meet his. Her eyes were wide, too wide, she needed to blink...it was almost painful how much she needed to blink, but she couldn't. Her hands were bent upward, useless the way he had her pinned. Oh sweet Merlin she could feel his breath on her face and her heart quickened. She felt like she was going to turn into a puddle of jello, just sink into the earth and her knees went weak. She couldn't even bring herself to fight him, couldn't even breath...everything was going so fuzzy. What was he doing? Why did he think that this was okay? Why did the smell of melted wax instantly come to mind being so close to him? She couldn't even exhale, her lungs were burning her whole body felt like it was on needles...but the contact never came. “Fuck.” Her eyes clenched shut. He might as well have slapped her. He let her go so quickly she stumbled, legs moving awkwardly as she attempted to find a way to balance herself again, to stand upright on her own. Her arms moving to her sides, he was running away from her by the time she had righted herself. Literally running away from her. Again. A broken whimper left her body without permission as she turned to face the direction he was headed. Why had he stopped himself? Why had he bothered pulling her back in the first place?

This was cruel. Why couldn't he have just let her go back to the castle?? She had caught herself, she had fixed it...and then he went and did that. Her hands moved to her hair, brushing the tresses through her fingers and up over the crown of her head. She felt...bereft. “HEY” she shouted after him, but he didn't pause in the slightest. “HEY!” again, bitterly...but nothing. Rising to the balls of her feet and pedaling herself as quickly as she could in his wake, but he was so much taller than her. He had so much power to his step...he ran nearly ever day, he was the sodding Quidditch Captain..she had no hope like this. The heels did nothing to compensate for her lack of height whenever he was running, they didn't make her any faster and the ground quickly changed from stone to grass...hindering her. She wouldn't catch him like this. She hopped mid-stride, putting her shoes in her hands to catch up to him, surprised to find that he had stopped not to far away from where he had been. She had been gaining on him anyway. She recognized the shaking of his chest...he was having trouble breathing. She just couldn't allow herself to stop, couldn't bridle the anger she felt as being left by him. She came to stop in front of him, chest seizing from the unexpected cardio. The heels of her shoes resting flush between her thumb and index finger she slammed her palms against his chest bitterly. “NO” she hit him again, shoving against him with her whole strength. With everything that she had “You don't get to walk away from me Scott. Not again. No.” she was tempted to kick him, right in his stupid shin but she just hit him again. As futile as it was, beating against his chest...such a solid chest. Unfamiliar with its planes as she now was. Her shoes dropped from her hands to the ground, so angry she didn't even realize what she had done until she was stepping back into them. Resentment tinged with hurt clear on her face as she shoved him one last time. “I get to walk away from you.”

It shouldn't have even bothered her as much as it did...but he had grabbed her like that...her mind had started down a path that she didn't even want to think about. That she didn't even want remember, it hurt too much. She could feel herself on the verge of tears as her breath rattled from her body in shaky gasps. She was contained...for now. It was intimidating, that look on his face. He had never made her feel intimidated before. No matter how much bigger her was, or how strong that she knew he was. Didn't matter that he was one in four men singularly positioned to hurt her worse, him above all others to wound her reputation. Still, she had entrusted him with a lot...and he'd never looked at her like he was right now, like he was furious with her. Sure, the expression itself wasn't new to her. She had seen a mirrored version on Daniel often enough, certainly. He tended to get angry with her all the time, but never Scott. He had always handed her insults a whole other way. She might have regretted her words, had they not come from such a wounded place within her. More that just her pride and ego had but hurt that morning. She had been publicly shamed because of him. All of the rumors stemming from that stupid month of detentions that she had been forced to serve. The classes that had only been offered to her because of it. Because she was the one they had proof of. 'No' she muttered to herself. She wasn't stupid. Still, the hand closed around her bicep, but she was more ready for it this time. The flooring they were positioned this time different, more level. She didn't like the way he had said her name. So bitter, so commanding, and yet a sick part of her did. Liked that he had said her name properly at all. She was far enough away that she could still think, could hold onto her anger, the same anger causing her to almost visibly shake. Why did it matter if she was wearing shoes or not. At least here they were on more level ground. “Take them off. I didn't walk away from you. You walked away from me. You ran. Your always running. Just because you don't like it when someone does it to you doesn't make it any less true,” The more he talked, the more her jaw dropped. He had to be joking. Maybe she was always running, but not then. Not from him. She hadn't. Even with how complicated how things had gotten...him...Danny...neither of them. She hadn't been the one who had ran this time. Well. Okay. Maybe she had. Still. Something inside of her couldn't handle him walking away, again. She might not know how to process his anger, didn't know how to handle him like this...he was so angry. So offended that she would accuse him of such. She was telling the truth. She might not have liked it whenever Daniel had walked away from her, but Scott...she couldn't handle it. The same panic all over again had just overcome her...she'd HAD to follow him. She shouldn't have. She wasn't a child anymore. Wasn't the same child who had been in that tower. She was a woman now, practically an adult. Still. “Take them off,” “No.” she said instantly before she had time to think. She didn't like taking them off, even for running she had wedges...this had been a fluke. Desperation. She couldn't admit that to him. They didn't control her.

Just like that he was going to come too close to her again, she moved in tandem with him. He stepped closer and she stepped back, coming to a jarring halt against the wall behind her. Fuck had that been there five minutes ago? He was close. Too close. More than too close. Her eyes locked on his, brown orbs glaring at her as her mouth set into the same harsh line. He was almost scary like this...might have been too, had her breathing not become the focus of her brain. Erratic breathing and hurt. Don't look at them. Don't. Fuck. Her eyes darted down to his lips, how were they still familiar. She had somehow managed three years now without ever being alone with him. Either of them. Three fucking years she had managed it. All ruined now. Her eyes jerked right back up to his, “Just let me go...” she pleaded, she was too exposed like this, pinned next to him, so very little space left between them now, she didn't even recognize this wall. They must have gone too deep into the gardens now. All alone. Alone. “You left me. Alone in that tower.” she nearly whispered, her hands scrambling to find something to do, anything to keep from touching him. Grabbing hold of the cuffs of her jacket sleeves she tugged, making the jacket uncomfortable, but she wasn't touching him. Couldn't push against the cage that was currently his body. Her voice was rough from containing her tears, burning to keep herself level. “You sent them to catch me. They said...” she stopped. She couldn't finish that sentence. She couldn't. It still hurt too much. She was just moving past it now. She swallowed. Her whisper emboldened. It didn't matter what they had said, didn't matter who their informant was or why so many professors needed to be in that one fucking tower. She blinked it away. Not the time or place. She had moved on. Years ago. She had moved on. She had. Really. “You left first.” Her ankle wriggled in her shoe, why was she so fucking nervous. Oh. Duh. One more glance to his lips and she knew why, but she couldn't raise them back up, only let them lower further. She didn't know how to handle him being angry with her, not like this. Couldn't take the look on his face, or the shame filling her own. Didn't want him to see.

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y o u t o l d m e t h a t t h e y c a n u n d e r s t a n d t h e m a n i a m !
why are we talking to each other again?

(CREDITS) THIS IS BY DYLAN of CAUTION 2.0! Lyrics are Mirror - Little Wayne (ft. Bruno Mars)!

[Scott Wilde]

THE TRUTH COMES OUT IN THE BREAKDOWNS

( • M E M O R I E S M Y G O D T H E S E M E M O R I E S • )

He hadn't been so angry... in ever. Had never been this angry, this furious with another person. He was the twin whose back it rolled off of, the one who forgave quicker than they could possibly get angry. Even as children- it had been Daniel who'd thrown fits when Mikey grabbed at his stuff, it had been Danny who had held the grudges over their siblings for months after the supposed slight. Scotty had just laughed it off, or vented his anger from the beginning, running out of steam before he even made it halfway through his rant. Something about the way she pushed at him- day after day for these past three years... the way she gave him those half moments of herself and then pulled them back away. It had been fine, he'd convinced himself that he could handle them, could handle her because he cared about her. Because he cared about her and because he had no idea how not to handle it. He knew she wasn't the same person that everyone else seemed to think she was- it wasn't as if he made any excuse for her bitchiness, or tried to explain it away. He just knew that she was more than that. He'd convinced himself that what they'd managed to salvage after her betrayal was enough. Had tried to ignore it altogether. The way she'd upbraided him in the middle of that courtyard, had left him sitting there on that stone bench as he tried to come to terms with all that she had said to him. Sat and stared. Because it hadn't made sense then, it still didn't make sense now- no matter how many times over these past three years he'd gone over it and again in his head. He'd tried. He really had. He'd talked about it with Danny, that first night- that last night. He'd talked and ranted and screamed and yelled. He'd sat on the bed with Danny at his back- digging elbows into the tops of his shoulders just as they'd done when they were younger. Just as they'd done since on nights when one or the other was losing their cool over something. He'd cried, even though he'd never admit it to her now standing in front of him- he'd cried more than once that first night. Had tried to pull it back up into his eyes and sworn to himself that it would be the last time he shed a tear over it. She had regretted it, had decided against it. He didn't know what happened between him scribbling that note onto the scrap paper and leaving it beside her- what had happened between him pressing his lips, still shaky from the high of it all, to her forehead … and the courtyard the next morning... He had no idea, and he had thought... he had finally thought that after all of this time he'd come to grips with it, that he didn't need to know anymore. He'd been stupid. To think that she would, for him of all people, lower those defenses for even a moment. He'd been foolish and now he was suffering for it, reaping the rewards of the rash decision making- of letting himself be pulled in by the same girl twice over. No, more than that. He was pulled in by her every fucking day- over and over.

He hated her heels. He didn't even know where the suddenness of it had come from- where he'd gone from finding them a cute defense on her part to finding them pieces of trash that she used to hide herself behind. Wasn't sure just how quickly the reaction had popped up. But he needed her out of them, talking about this now- he needed her defenses bared just as much as his were, her actions just as true as his. All the lies and the bullshit. He was so sick of it. “No.” His nostrils flared, a quick shake of his head as he stepped in even closer, close enough he could feel her body heat reverberating back into his- just far enough away so he wasn't touching her- holding his body taut away from hers, muscles almost shaking with the control it took. She didn't get to just tell him no after all this time, didn't get to act like he was asking something so difficult of her. His waist bent, dropping with a suddenness that he could barely afford, one hand reaching to grab around her ankle- the stillness of her body only afforded he was sure by the shock of his movement. Three seconds. Three seconds and he somehow doubted that he had much longer. He knew her too well for that. His fingers closed more tightly, the other hand going up around the back of her ankle, pushing down at the rise of the pleather fabric moulded to her heel. Circled down to grab at the base of her heel until the skin released its traction, her leg already moving against him as if she'd just now only realized what it was he was doing. Her legs went to squirm, moving as if she could somehow pull away- one arm going up to secure her legs even as he pulled the heel from her completely, watching as her toe pointed and held her up at the right height, feeling the weight of her palms come down on his shoulders as he moved to the other foot. He didn't have the time or patience to stop and think about how cold the stone would be against her feet, fingers grabbing steadily at the next shoe despite her movements, despite the palms that were now hitting at his shoulders as if they could convince him to stop. The second shoe was easier, the motion that he had down, pulling off of the bottom of her foot and joining the second, collecting the edge of both between two fingers as he rose back up, grabbing one of the arms that had been moving against him as he threw the shoes carelessly behind him. Defenseless. She needed to be on the same level as him- she thought those heels brought her closer, thought that they made her taller... she was wrong. She'd never been more level than him than when she was barefoot, had never been more equal with him. If he thought it'd help any he'd kick off his own shoes- but they weren't defense for him, were barely a few centimeters of sole between him and the pavement.

“Just let me go...” His lips opened, fully prepared to tell her why he wasn't going to yet, fully prepared to start the discussion that needed to be had... only she was talking over him again, as usual- his lips thinning with awareness. “You left me. Alone in that tower.” Would have started talking over her if he hadn't heard the words, hadn't seen the way she pulled at her clothing as if she were uncomfortable. She wasn't meeting his eyes, wasn't really looking at him at all. He'd left her? His throat closed up around itself, head shaking with each word she spoke. He hadn't left her- he'd had to go back to Danny, to make sure that his other half didn't go looking for him and get caught. He'd written her a note. He'd let himself lay there with her for hours more than he should have, watching the way that her mouth opened just that slightest bit with each breath, watching the way her hair fanned out against the flesh of his forearm. She'd been so pretty and he'd felt so lucky. He'd felt so lucky there with her, had felt it even when he'd gone back to his dorm- even when Danny had made that face, when they'd talked about it. So lucky, he'd been so full of it- that emotion that she'd made well inside of him. She'd filled him. Without thinking his hands went to her elbows, cupped to tuck underneath the fabric that she was pulling at with her fingers. He couldn't process the things she was throwing at him- couldn't make sense of what she was saying... “You sent them to catch me. They said...” He waited, waited for the who that she kept referencing, waited for her to help him process... “You left first.” Again that shake of his head, as if he could both ward it off and push it off entirely. He hadn't just left. He hadn't. He would have never done that- not to anyone, but especially not to her of all people. “I wrote you a note,” scratchy- raw, it burst up from his throat as if he'd been holding those words there for tears. And he had hadn't he? Three years since she'd first confronted him without any real reason behind it. She'd given him more in these two minutes than she ever had then. His hands pulled down at her elbows, pulled her down from where she was balancing so painfully on her toes.

His own face was tensed, eyes large as he tried to hold back the blink that felt it would release the moisture. “I wrote you a note. And I waited for you all morning down there.” He'd sat waiting for her to get out of her class- like the fool he'd been he'd had her entire schedule memorized by that point. He'd missed his morning classes of course- talking to Danny, but he'd been there to meet her. Had been so excited to see her coming up to him. Public. They could be public, he'd thought. And then she'd started speaking- torn him down from the high he'd been living on. His hands tugged again, tilting his head down with the anger still clear on his features. Angry and sad made for a bad combination but there was nothing he could do to fix it now. “Who's they? I didn't send anyone up after you,” again the cut off as he tried to clear the pain out of his voice. “I wrote you a note – you should have been fine until morning. I worked it out with the prefects. You were supposed to be fine until morning.” Who was they? Why did she talk about it like he'd left her for something horrible?

THEY DON'T MEAN ANYTHING OH THOSE MEMORIES

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W O R D S • 1736

T A G G E D •Medusa

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[Odette Cosway]

you say you can't, live without me
s o w h y a r e n t y o u d e a d y e t
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“W-what are you doing?” bewildered she watched him drop in height, bent at the knee and grabbing her. Her instinct was to kick him, to thrash her leg to get off of him...but he was holding onto her leg so fucking tightly. “Stop it!” her tone was frantic as her mind tried to help her figure out just what it was that he was trying to accomplish? Was he going to throw her? Pick her up? Throw her over his shoulder? He had done all of the above at certain times in their lives...but never like this. He looked furious with her and she couldn't understand the rage couldn't understand why he was looking at her like that. She just, she wanted him to stop. She wanted to leave. To go back to the castle and forget that she ever saw his face. It wasn't until she felt his hand on the heel of her shoe she understood, tugging...he was going for her shoes. She never took her shoes off for anybody, or anything. Not ever. She needed them. They made her tall. They made her elegant, they made her feel strong, beautiful. He was going to take that away? Her toes grasped the insole to the shoe, attempting to make her foot bigger, wanting to keep the thing in place even as he was doing so desperately to wrench the thing from her. “STOP! GET OFF ME!” her hands trust forward at the lack of balance he forced on her. Pulling her leg out from underneath her. When had he gotten so strong? She knew she was small...she knew that she was but this...this manhandling of her. She hadn't thought him capable of anything like it. A startled cry left her lips as she beat her tiny fist into his back, attempting to get him to stop, to let her go. The second that he released her, she was running away from this. She didn't want to be here any more. Screw getting answers. It wasn't worth this. One shoe gone. She teetered, forced to grab back onto the back of his shirt to keep from falling over as he grabbed her second leg. It was let him...or go crashing into the latticed concrete. She felt herself squirming anyway, trying to get away from him, trying to climb over him since that seemed to be what it was going to take. Still, he grabbed hold of her leg with both hands, securing her into place and she heard herself whimper again. “Scott please...” still nothing and it was gone, cast away to the side. Those were one of her favorites too. She felt so naked...they were just shoes to most people, but not to her. She felt, affronted and mistreated. She couldn't even look at him now. Taking more of her sleeve into her hands her feet pressed into one another, the cold of the stone crawling up her bare feet and deep into her legs. The surface hurt...the ground felt wrong. Everything about it was wrong. At least the grass had been soft. Cold seemed to be flooding her from every angle but one.

Instantly, she lifted her body to the balls of her feet. It felt more natural, comfortable. She couldn't look at him. Couldn't bear the thought of how much bigger he was than her now, she felt so fucking small and it wasn't about her height. She would have to crane her neck back awfully far to see him now. It had been easier whenever she had been angry. She moved to fold her arms across her chest, to close herself off from him, and again he stopped her. His hands moving to her elbows. She wanted to just become one with the wall she was pressed against. It wasn't until she was done speaking that she chanced a look up at him, he really had nothing to say? Really? His fingers closed around her elbows, a whole other shiver running up her arms now. Why was he shaking his head? She wasn't lying. She had been there, she remembered it all in very vivid fucking color. She could recall perfectly every second of it. She was sure the professors who had found her in that altered tower would have as well. “I wrote you a note,” her brow pinched, confused. What note? There most certainly had not been a note. She hadn't had all that much time to look around for anything but her dress whenever the door had barreled open, waking her up. He sounded like he was telling the truth...but there had been no note. Not that she had ever seen. If there had been, and it had been found later, wouldn't he have been punished too? He was pulling at her, making her short again. As soon as she was level on the ground, her eyes dropped from his once more.. “I wrote you a note. And I waited for you all morning down there.” Merlin she should have never come out here. So many things she would change if she had been given the option of a do over. Where was a time turner whenever it was needed? Down where? Where had he been waiting exactly? Her shoulders were pulling toward her ears, both to get out of his grasp, and to make herself smaller now. He wanted smaller didn't he? She shook her head against his words. No. There had been no note. No sign of him at all. She had woken up, terrified by all of the faces staring at her and her still nude form. That wasn't an easy thing for a girl to forget. Not how one exactly imagines ending ones first time certainly. She had thought she would have woken up in his arms, that she would have been able to make up for elbowing him in the face and everything would have been okay. They could have sorted things out...instead...she had been told that they had been up here per request, that they had been informed of what was going on in the tower and that she would be in trouble. The had turned their backs to her, they hadn't even left the room to afford her the privacy of getting dressed on her own. They thought she had been a child, and in that moment, she had been childishly contemplating hurling herself off the bannister. Still. She had endured. She had taken the punishment, the detentions, the dirty looks...she had endured and was better now for it. Better whenever he wasn't around anyway.

Again he was pulling at her, pulling the jacket from her shoulders. Merlin he wouldn't be happy until she was totally exposed would he. Still, she turned up to look at him, clearly frustrated. Even with his face so close...even with his neck craning himself down to meet her, hunched shoulders...smelling like rain. He always did. “Who's they? I didn't send anyone up after you,” She could feel her chin wavering, she had to measure out her blinks to keep from crying, to keep from sinking to the ground and crying. She hated talking about this, she hated thinking about it. There had been a reason that she had been so upset with him whenever she had finally found him that morning. Sitting about without a care in the world. She had thought that her life was over. That she was ruined. It certainly had been the starting point for all of the rumors about her. The very afternoon after she had been discovered. The sentence of a months worth of detentions was hard to explain away. Never mind the chunk out of the house points that she had lost. He'd gotten away Scott-free. As he always did. He was named so for a reason. Nothing ever bothered him. She had just been a joke to him. . “I wrote you a note – you should have been fine until morning. I worked it out with the prefects. You were supposed to be fine until morning.” The prefects too? He had told the prefects what had happened too? Was there anybody who didn't know about it? What a fucking conquest she must have been to him. No doubt he just sat around and laughed about it with all of his friends. “There was no note. BELIEVE ME, I would have rathered finding a sodding note” venom flying from her words toward him as she felt the first tear run down her cheek. Her hand quickly raising the sleeve of her jacket to wipe it away, pulling that elbow from his grasp. Even if it was maneuvering in the small space he had allowed for her. “Who?” she scoffed, like he should have known the answer, why was he making her relive this? “The professors Scott!” she had felt then like the whole school had walked in on her, even if there had only been four of them. Four were enough. More than enough. “All of them! MOCKING ME!”

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(1514) ### (Scotty Scott) ### Wearing

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y o u t o l d m e t h a t t h e y c a n u n d e r s t a n d t h e m a n i a m !
why are we talking to each other again?

(CREDITS) THIS IS BY DYLAN of CAUTION 2.0! Lyrics are Mirror - Little Wayne (ft. Bruno Mars)!

[Scott Wilde]

THE TRUTH COMES OUT IN THE BREAKDOWNS

( • M E M O R I E S M Y G O D T H E S E M E M O R I E S • )

He didn't know how to deal with the way her voice quavered around certain words, or how to respond to the defensive way she seemed to be trying to curl in on herself- it didn't make sense, in his head, these words she was hurling at him now. She said they as if it were of some importance, as if he should have known. And maybe he should have, he was oblivious to any number of things it would seem- but he'd never thought her to count into that in any way. He always saw Odette, he couldn't not with how many classes they'd been thrown in together, or how very... present she was. She wasn't someone who just faded into the background like that. She said they found her. But no one should have. He'd called in any number of favors with the prefects, made sure that no one would be patrolling up there. They'd all assumed that it had been for some prank or another and he was content enough to let them think so. It was only when Bridgette was helping him get the supplies together that she questioned why Danny didn't know about it. It wasn't like he'd intentionally been trying to keep it from his twin or anything. He just … hadn't thought. Hadn't considered the implications of not telling his twin. He'd just wanted it to be special, important. Not like Daniel's first time- he wanted his to mean something more than out in the quidditch pitch. And it was Odette. No one should have. He had been so careful with it, there should have been no they. He couldn't accuse her of lying though, couldn't doubt the way her chin wobbled or the way the same sort of moisture coating his bronze orbs was similarly coating her own now almost indigo. Wouldn't accuse her of it even. Odette was a lot of things, and just as many of them negative, but he'd never thought her a liar- even if he couldn't make sense of it in his own mind. Couldn't comprehend what it was that she was implying. He would have heard more about it if prefects had found her surely- it would have been all over the school before she'd even finished coming down the astronomy stairs. He knew it would have, he had enough experience with that- had been on that end of the gossip spectrum before. He could clearly remember his walk back from the headmistress' office to his common room- the whispers and stares behind everyone's hands made all the worse because his brother- he'd done that to his brother. His twin that they all knew was in the dormitory still, the twin that they all just knew that he was going to have to face now. He knew just how fast he would have heard of Odette being found had it been the prefects... His mind rolled, going over conflicting memories and emotions all at once- trying to tell them apart from the present.

The Odette who'd confronted him before hadn't seemed anywhere near tears to him- she'd been furious- with him... as though he'd tricked her into the night before or something. Had made scathing remarks about the ridiculousness of him thinking that she could want to be with him of all people. He had thought, stupidly Daniel had told him, that the night before had changed something between them- that it had meant just as much to her as it had him. He had thought a lot of things- but none of them like what she was hurling at him now. ”There was no note. BELIEVE ME, I would have rathered finding a sodding note.” No there was a note, he knew there had been. He'd put it right beside her. On the pillow he'd been using. She should have found it easily. He'd even put the edge of the comforter up over the bottom half to make sure it didn't fly away or anything- not that gusts were common in that tower or anything but he'd wanted to be sure, he'd wanted her to find it. He shook his head again, intent on defending that point because he knew that he'd left her a fucking not and- shit, that was a tear. Not a fake tear, he knew the difference well enough- with that red lining the inner bottom of her eyelids. She was crying. His hand let go of her elbow easily, hand hovering for a moment between them like he was going to reach up and wipe it away. ”Who? The professors Scott! All of them! MOCKING ME!” His other hand fell from her elbow as well, stepping back as if to distance himself because that just wasn't possible. It wasn't possible for all of the professors to have known- or to have been there, someone would have told him. Why wouldn't he have heard about any of that? He didn't even realize he was shaking his own head still, the moisture that had been building up within his own eyes released along with hers, two lines tracking from the corner of his eyes and down the sides of his face. The professors couldn't have been there because- “I called in favors- with the prefects,” his voice was choked, his eyes focusing on the point of flesh just between her eyes- “I called in favors and they thought it was for a prank.” Retracing his steps as his eyes reconnected with hers, narrowed in confusion. “No one should have been up there. Period. No one was supposed to go up there until classes started.” Which left her plenty of time to get out of there, he'd said as much in his- “Note. I left you a note. On the pillow beside you, it had the edge of the comforter over the bottom half-” she couldn't have even rolled over it, she'd been in the same position since she'd fallen asleep with him, hadn't moved once- not like Danny she didn't roll or twist about, at least not while he'd been there.

His hands balled into fists at his side as he took another half step back from her. They couldn't have found her. She would have told him- at least once in the three years since it had happened, someone would have told him. Someone would have had to know. “I hadn't told Danny I was going to be gone- I'd forgotten, it just-” all of his words seemed to being pulled from his throat, raspy undertone just beneath the words. As if he hadn't spoken in days and was now doing so around some obstruction or another in his throat. “I had to go tell him that it was fine so he didn't go looking for me and get in trouble.” Daniel had already been dressed, sitting on the end of his bed and jiggling his knee expectantly. He had ten minutes- just ten left until Danny would have gotten up and come for him, would have ended up in detention or worse out as he would have been after hours. Would have fought off anyone who tried to stop him until he could get to Scott. It was serious, a serious issue.. and he knew it. His fingers jerked within the fist he'd made of them, pulsed with the repressed energy as he shook his head again. “I left you a note..” his voice dipping on the end of the phrase, another tear escaping the corner of his left eye as he looked up at her- up? He didn't even know when he'd sunk into this crouch on the floor, just a few feet away from her, balanced on the balls of his feet with his forearms hanging over his bent thighs, hands falling between his legs. She wanted to be bigger right? Taller? Well she was now- above him like this. Wasn't she always? Above him? Better than him? She told him she was often enough, had made him feel as if she were so frequently over these past three years. He could see her, still balancing on the balls of her feet as if she couldn't stand to be without those heels and something just- bent inside of him, twisted at the sight. He couldn't begin to describe it, the fierce well of whatever it was that had him standing again, his fingers uncurling as he stepped back into her space. She should have run if she wanted to run. She would have right? He wasn't really keeping her here? His hands reached out slowly, leaving more space between their bodies than there had been before as he grasped her by upper arms, recurling his fingers around her as he pulled, sliding her back up the stone behind her until she was eye level with him.

He wasn't going to hurt her. Not Odette. He didn't hit women.. well he didn't hit ladies. And she was a lady, no matter what else may have transpired since then. “You don't need to be taller than me to be bigger Odette.” He didn't know why it was important for her to know that, for him to tell her, but it was. He needed her to know. He needed her to understand that. He'd never looked at her as less than him, or as unfit. He'd never once looked at her and believed the shit that was spread about her. The things that he'd been told. He never looked at her as any less than the queen that she was.

THEY DON'T MEAN ANYTHING OH THOSE MEMORIES

( • A S Y O U S P O K E Y O U R F O R K E D T O N G U E S H O W E D • )

W O R D S • 1606

T A G G E D • Medusa 

O U T F I T •link

L Y R I C S • memories by lion if ido 

T E M P L A T E • PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION

N O T E S •ahhhhhhhhhhhhh

[Odette Cosway]

you say you can't, live without me
s o w h y a r e n t y o u d e a d y e t
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The words falling from her mouth now were unstoppable. She no longer was in control of her mouth, apparently. Couldn't stop the floodgates to her hurt that seemed to have been opened, everything coming out at once. She hadn't let herself be sad then. She couldn't afford to. She'd had to steel herself to it. Develop a thicker skin. It hadn't even occurred to her then that there might have been more than one way to handle it. That they could have shared the burden together, if that would have even been possible. She had been too hurt, too humiliated to think of anything else. Too crazed in her anger. Anger had covered everything else up. She hadn't even meant to be there that night, he had tricked her up there. She had thought that it was going to be just another one of his pranks, that it was just another one of those things he did that made him so wonderful. A few hours of time, and she would have been back in her own dorm room sleeping. She couldn't have imagined that she would have spent the night up there with him. That so many of her firsts would have happened in that one night. That all of those barriers would have been crossed with him of all people. Yet they had, and at the time...it had felt so right. Had been such a perfect setting...had been the right person. Had been...everything. If she singled off that portion of the night from the morning...even with how horrible in actuality she must have been physically, it had been as close to perfect as a night could have been. The the morning had ruined it all. She couldn't even remember all of the things that she had screamed at him, all of the profanities hurled his way and the accusations she had made...she had torn him apart. She had wanted him to feel like she had...and it had worked. Worked well enough that they didn't even so much as look at one another for an entire year.

The distance from him was more than welcome, helped her to clear her mind. Even if it was only a step, a single step it was better than nothing. She felt her body rising but her mind didn't know why. Didn't even realize that she had pulled herself back to the balls of her feet. He just kept shaking his head, over and over like he couldn't fathom what she was saying. This was truth, all of it. She wasn't twisting it in any way, she might have done so...had it been another story. Not this one. His head finally dipped, she couldn't stop staring at him. Couldn't stop following him with her eyes. She couldn't see his face like that, not with the way that his head was dipped. “I called in favors- with the prefects,” “What?” she mumbled in disbelief, that couldn't be right. If it hadn't been him...and nobody else had known? She knew that she hadn't told anybody where she was going that night. Had only left her room after everybody else had been asleep. She had ran the whole way tot he tower, she wouldn't have been discovered. It wasn't her fault. She knew that. If the prefects hadn't alerted the Professors...he had to of done it himself. Somehow, for some cruel joke maybe. “I called in favors and they thought it was for a prank. No one should have been up there. Period. No one was supposed to go up there until classes started.” The sun had hardly been up, had just taken it's place in the sky whenever she had been woken...she should have had hours before classes. She was a heavy sleeper...but not that heavy. She still didn't know how she hadn't heard him leave in the first place. Though, honestly, that thought hadn't even occurred to her until hours later. “Note. I left you a note. On the pillow beside you, it had the edge of the comforter over the bottom half-” Why was he so fixated on this? There was no note. Plain and simple. It hadn't been there. She would have tucked it inside of her clothing whenever she had gotten dressed, she would have if it had been there. But it wasn't. Nothing. He had left her nothing. Sniffle. That had been a fucking sniffle. She needed to pull it together. “There WAS NO NOTE Scott!” She would have still had it even, if there had been one. She kept everything from them. Everything.

“I hadn't told Danny I was going to be gone- I'd forgotten, it just-” He sounded so strange...she hated that she was starting to believe him. That made too much sense. Of course Danny was the only one that he would have left her for. At the time, had she known, she even would have told him to go. “I had to go tell him that it was fine so he didn't go looking for me and get in trouble.” Well he never did, did he. “I left you a note..” She wanted to scream at him about the note. There hadn't been one, he should stop bringing it up. She didn't want what he was saying to be making sense. Didn't want to think that it could be true. Didn't want to finally understand why he had looked so surprised whenever she had punched him that afternoon in the courtyard. Hard enough to bruise his arm – a tiny yellow thing – but a bruise anyway. “There was no note...” She knew the professors hadn't taken it. It hadn't been there at all. They had returned the rest of her belongings to her after they had lectured her into the ground. “They woke me up, the four of them...” she couldn't even stomach to say their names aloud. “I had detention for a month...they told my parents...” Merlin the look on her fathers face....she had just been lucky that her mother hadn't sent a howler. If he hadn't been the one to send them...then who had. They had so clearly said that they had been informed of 'shenanigans' Not Daniel, Danny didn't know anything about it. Didn't know what had happened between she and his brother. Couldn't have stayed silent all this long if he had known. It had been just for the two of them...and the professors of course. Her hands let go of her sleeves as he sunk to the floor, crouching in front of her. Her eyes connecting with his face....tears...why was he crying too? She couldn't understand that he would be crying...she'd hardly ever seen him cry. Even then it was usually due to broken bones. It had only lasted a moment before he was moving again. Rising back up, coming to her once more. Her whole body stilled automatically.

His hands moved to her arms, the tops of her skin exposed from the way that the jacket had managed to be pulled and tugged off of her shoulders during their conversations. Her arms felt restricted, the jacket was going to have to go. Her arms straightened, and down the fabric went, thankfully because he was moving her, lifting her like she was nothing against the stone wall. If her arms hadn't been free she wouldn't have been able to grab ahold of his forearms, keeping herself up. “You don't need to be taller than me, to be bigger Odette.” She wanted to understand what he meant...that he still thought of her the way that he had? She didn't see how that was possible, not with the way that she had been treating him, the both of them. Her knees lifted, pressing into his sides. She couldn't stand just having her legs dangling there, but she didn't wrap them around him. Couldn't, her feet pressing into the tops of his thighs for leverage. To be positioned any other way felt too intimate. He was different now than how she remembered him feeling, even with the gap between their bodies. His forearms felt different...stronger, leaner. He certainly was taller...she wouldn't have been this far off the ground before. She might have still been the same height...but she knew she had changed too. Firmed, filled out even if only slightly. She couldn't think with him this close. Too close...saying things that she couldn't understand. Her eyes lifted to his, feeling another tear seep out of the corner of her eye despite the now conflicting emotions welled within her. Her breathing was shallow, knees digging into his hips, she needed to support herself, it was the last thing that she had to cling to.

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(1461) ### (Scotty Scott) ### Wearing

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y o u t o l d m e t h a t t h e y c a n u n d e r s t a n d t h e m a n i a m !
why are we talking to each other again?

(CREDITS) THIS IS BY DYLAN of CAUTION 2.0! Lyrics are Mirror - Little Wayne (ft. Bruno Mars)!