Defying Logic. (Nymn)

[Nymn Farshaw]

At first she seemed oblivious to what he had said, asking him what he was sorry for and thinking it something else. Then she seemed to catch on, saying it was alright and that she got that alot and not to apologize for her. Even so he still felt horrible that she was never blessed with the gift of sight.

She then went to say that she herself forgot she was blind but that she had her own ways of 'seeing' vibrations in the earth, sounds in the air and that if she listened closely enough she could hear his pulse. That seemed somewhat reasonable since when you lose one sense the others were boosted to near superhuman levels. Or so the stories told.

He looked at her then back down to his feet. "I still apologize, no one should have their sight taken away from them, besides, if you did have the gift of sight you would be able to see all the beauty in the world, not to mention yourself." He said softly with a small smile. "Besides, then you could actually climb trees then." He said now with a bigger smile.

[Terrene]

He was apologising again, irking her ever so slightly. Altough it made her feel appreciated, she felt that the sympathy was not needed. She'd made it this far in life with her disability quite happily, it'd be nice to see clearly, but she was content as she was.

She appreciated his concern though, he meant no harm after all.

And all thoughts of annoyance instantly went away at his compliment, a healthy blush colouring her cheeks in response. She smiled despite herself, feeling the heat in her cheeks as she ducked her head from view, hiding the reddening of her cheeks.

Using this as her excuse, she leant forward, hands reaching foreward and finding his shoulders, succesfully pulling him into a hug. It was easier to hide her face this way, (her forced contact sending her face redder) and it was her way of saying thankyou, though she sounded her thanks with a short laugh and a 'Thankyou'.

[Nymn Farshaw]

He looked at her as she turned away sharply. Had he said something wrong? He hoped he hadn't she, now that he thought about it. Was his 2nd friend in the entire school. He had been here for almost 2 months and he had only made two friends, both of them girls.

She then turned back to him, grabbing his shoulders and burying her head into him in a hug. Before she had done this however, he had seen her face. Red nearly covered her entire face and she smiled. Well that was good, he didn't like people angry at him, especially girls.

He gave a small smile back and pulled her a bit closer to keep the strain off her back. That angle had to be somewhat strenuous. She then laughed and thanked him. But for what? There was nothing to really thank him for. All that he had said was the simple truth.

"You don't need to thank me, its just, the truth. You are really beautiful." He said with a soft smile. He felt the soft teal colored kimono she wore mixed with her silky brown hair. He then thought of what he had said and Sephora. He didn't know what to do. Sephora was his friend and someone he loved but..She loves Joar, the boy who he had 'killed' though it hadn't really been him.

While he loved Sephora, did she really love him? Or should he just give up the wishing and move on? Most likely he would just remain a protector for her and nothing more. Maybe...He should just move on like eventually she would one day have to too. He looked down at Terrene and gave a soft smile as he still hugged her.

[Terrene]

If he kept saying it, her face was going to burn straight off. Plus, she was beginning to feel guilty that she couldn't return the compliment, for all she knew, he could have been green from head to toe with abnormably large eyes and two antennai sticking from his head. Not that looks mattered at all too her.

"Stop saying that, its making me wish I could return the compliment." She muttered into his shoulder, not letting go. Not only was she sure that her face still burned, but she was too confortable to want to move.

Terrene scolded herself. Telling herself she was being silly, she barely knew the poor guy yet she had fallen onto him...twice now...techinically. But he did make an awfully good pillow, and his kindness only added to the softness. It didn't help that he hadn't pushed her away either, but shifted to make her moer confortable, it willed her to stay a little longer.

"You're too nice," again, the words were said into his shoulder. She had to get up. If she didn't she could quite happily and easily fall asleep, though she still sat in a part way awkward position.

Maybe just a bit longer.

[Nymn Farshaw]

He gave a smile as she buried her head further into his shoulder. She then mumbled something into his shoulder that he barely heard. That he should stop since she couldn't return the compliment. He gave a sympathetic smile and still kept her in his arms. She seemed to like it but he wasn't really sure.

Her face as he looked at her was still crimson. It made him want to laugh but he didn't want to be scolded for it so he remained silent. She moved closer into him as if to be more comfortable. Yeah, she seemed to like it.

She then told him he was too nice. His soft smile now became a massive grin. He gave out a laugh and looked at her. "Yeah, people have said that to me before. But it hasn't come from anyone like you." he said softly as he looked at her.

He then moved his legs so they were crossed and picked her up and sat her on one thigh. It may be more comfortable now, but he didn't know. "Well at least your not anywhere awkward anymore." He said with a small smile.

[Terrene]

She laughed along with him, glad he wasn't angry at her for imposing what would porbably have been an awkward situation. He hadn't pushed her away, again she was glad. A silent permission for her to stay which she happily took advantage off.

However, when she felt him shift beside her, she took that as a signal for her to move. Forcing her head away from his shoulder, she blinked, almost as if she had been asleep there for a while. The extreme colour had drained from her face now, leaving a happy though somewhat embarrased smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. She went to say something as an excuse to her actions, though stopped short when she felt herself lifted.

Her face became the picture of curiosity, eyes locked onto about the place where his own face should be. She wasn't sure what had fueled her next actions, maybe she really was half asleep...or maybe some invisible force controlled her arm...she had no idea what was going through her head, only that her mind was argueing with itself.

Lifting her hand from his shoulder, (she ignored the way it shook) she found his cheek, thumb just missing the corner of lips.

Before she could stop herself, she had leant foreward, just enough for her own lips to brush against his. Chaste, short, simply nervous kiss on her part.

Damn, her face was red again.

[Nymn Farshaw]

He looked at her as she her face went into many different emotions. She then settled with one mixed which what he could only imagine was curiosity and mysticism. Her cheeks had lost the crimson color and looked to his face.

He looked back in curiosity as she took a shaky hand from his shoulder and placed it on the side of his face, her thumb touched the corner of his mouth, he assumed it was an accident as she didn't know where she was touching.

But that was when she leaned forward and kissed him. A light kiss. About as shaky as her hand was but a kiss nonetheless. He himself was surprised at this, she didn't seem the girl to be assertive but maybe it had been spur of the moment. Or did she really mean the kiss?

He pulled back and looked at her, lowering his gaze to her eyes. His heart raced and he swallowed nothing in a vain attempt to clear his throat. "Did, did you really mean that kiss or was it a spur of the moment one Miss Terrene?" he asked her softly as his hands were still on her sides from the hug.

[Terrene]

Terrene recoiled, almost as if she had been burn't or slapped. Her eye's widened quite conciderably, all to concious of the things around her all of sudden, her weight on his leg, the warmth under her palm, for some reason the flap of a moths wing buzzed in her ears.

"Oh!" she breathed, stumbling to her feet, and taking a couple of steps back, giving him the breathing space that perhaps he wanted. She didn't know.

"I am so sorry!" She apologised, hand over her mouth as she attempted an apologetic smile...though all she managed was an apologetic gape. "I don't know what came over me. I'm sorry." She was making to much fuss again, over something as harmless as a peck. She dredded what ever colour her face had turned and hated her mind for not thinking straight.

She huffed one moment, then smiled the next, though it was weak compared to her previous ones. Her eyes were directed to the floor directly infront of her feet.

[Nymn Farshaw]

He looked at her as she became startled and stood up backing away from him. She started apologizing behind a hand that covered her face. He didn't see the reason she had been apologizing for unless she didn't mean it when she kissed him.

He himself stood up and looked at her. Her face had turned crimson again. He just gave a soft smile and repeat his question again. "Did you mean that kiss or was it just spur of the moment Miss Terrene?" He then put his hands in his pockets while he waited for an answer.

He didn't care which answer she gave, as long as he knew what it had been. He moved closer to her as he let her think. He didn't want her running away on him, at least not until he got his answer. Whatever it may have been.

"So, Miss Terrene, will you grace me with an answer? Or must I assume the answer myself?" He asked with a soft smile.

[Terrene]

He had repeated himself, though she didn't hear him as clearly as when he had first asked her. To distracted to listen that well while her mind tried to come up with an answer, weighing up the pro's and con's. Her eyes had narrowed, almost as if she blamed her feet for her actions by glaring at them.

When he stepped closer, her head shot up, listening to what he had to say. In response, she shook her head. "I...I don't know...you were being so nice...but I was annoyed by the sympathy...but then you complimented me...your shoulder was so comfortable..." She paused again, shaking her head harder. She was rambling, probably scaring Nymn with her inner battle. "You were being too nice..." She repeated, her head drooped. "And it was only a peck...a thanks."

Terrene dropped her hand from her face, thinking again. If it did mean anything, it couldn't have meant much as she barely knew Nymn. But since he had listened to the ramblings before and answered her questions, she defiantly saw him as a friend...and then he started complimenting her and being all nice...maybe it did mean something?

Something stung the back of her eyes, she was sure if she could see, her vision would be blurred as she raised a finger to her left eye, horrified to find a bead of moisture hit her finger. She drooped her head further.

She needed to stop being so childish.

[Nymn Farshaw]

He simply stood there as Terrene started speaking. Listening quietly and nodding in understanding as she spoke. Evidently he was so nice that it was an annoyance to her and that his compliment and shoulder were at least what he thought, was perfect for her. She seemed to be rambling.

She seemed to start figgeting and dropping her gaze to the ground. That was when she started to cry. He felt horrible. She was crying because of what he had done...He didn't even care what the answer was he just wanted to know the answer.

He then walked over slowly and wrapped his arms around her and held her closely in a hug. He then gave a soft smile, mainly to himself as she couldn't see it, but still. He then pulled back to lift her chin up and wipe the tears away. "Terrene...Its alright, I didn't really care what your answer was, just that there was an answer." He said softly.

He felt he had to make it up to her. He thought of how he should do that and decided to do something he thought was really sweet. He looked into her eyes and put a soft hand through her hair to keep it from her face and slowly moved it down her jaw line and ended with it being crooked under her chin and brought his face closer to hers and kissed her as sweetly as possible, moving his hand down to the small of her back and keeping her close to his body.

He had seen it plenty of times in those romance movies and he thought it would be something she would like to have happen.

[Terrene]

She was shocked to say the least as Nymn came closer still, close enough to hug her. She stayed silent wrapping her arms around his middle, finding it too hard not to return the hug, even as he moved back slightly, she didn't let go. She nodded after what he had said, smiling.

However his next actions stilled Terrene completly. It took her a moment to realise what he was doing, while he traced her jaw she found herself biting the inside her lip, anticipating what he was going to do next.

Then he kissed her. For a moment she stayed stock still, simply because she had not been expecting it. However after a moments contemplating, she gave in, closed her eyes and sank further into him, enjoying the moment while it lasted, raising herself on her toes ever so slightly so he didn't have to crane down nor did she had to crane up.

She pulled away first, a more then happy smile on her face as she ducked her head into his shoulder, a soft laugh escaping her. "Now tell me, Mr Nymn. Did you mean that?" She asked, her voice a little unsteady.

[Nymn Farshaw]

He continued to kiss her as she fell more and more into him, making him support her weight with his own. But he didn't mind she was a really nice girl, and he had to admit, he did like her. He didn't know if it was love yet but he knew it was at least a strong like.

She then pulled away and buried her head into his shoulder with an obviously happy smile on her face. She also gave a soft laugh as she spoke. Had he meant the kiss? She asked it in a unsteady voice so he knew she was at least slightly embarrassed.

He gave a soft smile and kissed her forehead softly. "Well Miss Terrene, that is for me to know and you to find out. Do you think there is anything you could possibly do for me that would make me tell you if I meant it or not?" he asked teasingly.

He would tell her anyway even if she wouldn't give him anything, he wasn't that cruel but he did like to play games, especially with cute girls, and she was in fact a very beautiful girl.

[Terrene]

Terrene lifted her head, regarding him with a thoughtful expression behind a still soft smile. For him to know and her to find out? Altough she did want to know, probably more then she found entirely comfortable, she didn't have to let him know that. She pondered over what she could offer for him. Puppy dog eyes! They usually worked. Another kiss? Tickle it out of him...but then again? "Are you ticklish?" She asked him, her voice not so un-steady anymore.

He was playing a game with her, she didn't have to see to know that. Altough she had already gave away one of her idea's, she still had some left unspoken. Shaking her head, she muttered a small "Scratch that..." and leaned up to peck him on the cheek before pulling out of the embrace. She turned, starting to walk away.

"Another day then..." She sighed, playing a game of her own, she wasn't quite sure what...but improvising always worked. A game for a game she thought.

And anyway, even if he didn't play along she'd probably skip right back for a hug.

[Nymn Farshaw]

He looked at her as she thought of something obviously. She then asked a simple question of whether or not he was ticklish. He gave a soft smile. He wasn't but he wondered whether to tell her or not. He shrugged and looked down to her. "No, I'm not ticklish, Miss Terrene." He said with a smile.

She thought some more as he saw from the expression on her face and heard a small murmur. Incoherent to him but still knew she said something. She then looked up and leaned into him to give him a small kiss on the cheek before moving out of his arms and started walking away.

He gave a small laugh when she said that it would be another day. So, she wanted to win the game of wills, huh? He thought as he watched her walk away. That's when he got an idea. He gave a tight grin as he crouched down a little bit and sneaked quietly up behind her and moved his hands in front of him and grabbed her sides as he began to tickle her. If she hadn't asked him, he wouldn't have gotten the idea and therefore she brought it upon her self to play this little game.