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Post by ARTEMIS ESKIL DOVALL on Jun 20, 2012 1:57:43 GMT -5
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i'm making something out of this There were generally only two opinions of the way he dressed: it was stupid or it was awesome. He liked looking dandy and dapper. He liked his military gear even if it wasn’t authentic. People wore knock off Toms all the time, so why was this any different? But hearing that Alexa liked it brought a smile to his face. His entire face, not just his lips. It meant a lot to hear that someone as special to him as Alexa was liked his choice of attire. It just really made him happy to receive such praise from someone so important to him. “Tank,” [/color] he grinned, which was the way he always said “thank you”. “I like your, euh, the thing you make.”[/color] He wiggled his wrist a bit as he walked, searching for the word for “jewelry” in his mind. He knew it was there he just couldn’t find it. He loved that she was so crafty, since he failed miserably at stuff like that. Artemis wasn’t a very handy guy. Moving from Sweden had been hard. Necessary, but incredibly difficult on everyone it involved. The family felt so disjointed now, having grown up with his grandparents and aunts and uncles and cousins always readily available. Now they were all back in Russia and Sweden and Holland and all he could really do was send letters or emails. Phone calls were too expensive and naturally he couldn’t fly across seas every summer and holiday to see them either. He missed the simplicity of it all and he missed fully understanding everyone. Sometimes he just felt so lonely when he was back home having to act as the translator for his parents. At least here he had a small group of very close friends to help him out. They were patient with him and usually didn’t mind the language barrier. “Hope so,”[/color] he spoke optimistically. After all, he still had a bit of growing left to do. Hopefully he grew across and not upwards. He was tall enough, he felt. “Can maybe in take it, too.”[/color] He meant, “take it in” of course. “Good,”[/color] he smiled. He was very glad to hear that she was feeling better. “If you want,”[/color] he agreed, standing up and grabbing his bag. He had forgotten that she had his hat on her head by this point and was all ready to go wherever she wanted. “Where do you want?”[/color] One of his arms bent a bit but also extended so she could take a hold of it if she needed or wanted. [/div] TAG: kirsten/alexa WORDS: 420 WEARING: this NOTES: c: [/center] [/div][/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table]
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Post by ALEXA ROSE LIEVER on Jun 22, 2012 21:14:16 GMT -5
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[atrb=width,400] the oncoming storm Alexa grinned. Even before her feelings for him got all confusing, she’d always found Artie’s trouble with the English language adorable. She’d never tease him about it, because she could imagine it must be terrible to have to struggle for the words to say. She had enough trouble with it out of shyness. To literally not know the words must be a real inconvenience. Still, she couldn’t help but be amused by the ways he worked around the words he didn’t know. ”Jewelry,” she said slowly. ”And thank you. It’s fun. I do it a lot if I’m not feeling the best. Takes my mind off of it, you know?”
That was really how she’d gotten into making things in the first place. When her visions had started really getting bad, she’d sometimes spend all day just laying in bed, wishing for the head pain or stomachache to stop. Eventually she decided that just letting herself be miserable wasn’t helping anything, so she looked for something to do. Watching television usually just reminded her about the terrible things she’d seen. There was so much violence and corruption on television. That would never do as a way to move on. She’d tried reading, which worked sometimes, but it was hard to focus most of the time. Eventually she decided she couldn’t just watch passively. She wanted to do something, and so she experimented with clay and wire until she’d found something she was happy with. From there, the hobby had grown, incorporating more materials, styles, and types of products. She’d done a bit with clothes, but it was usually things along the lines of turning shirts into vests, pants into skirts, or jeans into shorts. Nothing really exciting, but she had gotten a few neat accessories out of it.
”I’d offer to take it in for you, but I’ve only ever done things like that with my own clothes. I’d be afraid to mess it up, honestly.” Something as major as the jacket was intimidating. She hadn’t had near enough experience, and, even if she had, it was Artie’s and it was gorgeous and the possibility of doing something wrong was horrifying.
She stood up slowly, carefully, to make sure that her body would hold her own weight, but everything seemed okay. ”Well, I need to take my stuff back to my room first, but maybe we could go outside or something, if it’s nice out. Or we could go to the lounge or something. What do you like to do?”
Alexa was always very terrible with suggesting what to do, because she did her best to always cater to what anyone else wanted to do. She was a bit afraid to suggest something that the other person would think was boring. At her mother’s suggestion, she really tried to be more assertive in that sort of situation, but it was hard. She just wanted everyone else to be happy, and that would be good enough for her. |
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Post by ARTEMIS ESKIL DOVALL on Jul 2, 2012 4:54:10 GMT -5
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i'm making something out of this Every now and then someone pointed out how much his English had improved since the beginning of the year and honestly it was the best feeling. While Artemis wasn’t self conscious about much, he was a tad bit insecure about his poor English. He knew it wasn’t the greatest and he knew that he really should have learned in school like everyone else. It was difficult to communicate at times and people got frustrated trying to understand him and he got frustrated trying to word things the way he wanted to. Knowing that he had improved, even in the slightest, boosted his self esteem ever so slightly. “Jewelry,” [/color] he repeated, hoping it would store itself somewhere in his brain for when he needed it next. He repeated it silently, using the English and then the Swedish over and over until he felt like he had gotten it. “I like your jewelry, very pretty,”[/color] he smiled innocently. Artemis didn’t really stop and consider the meaning that might be interpreted by comments such as his previous one. Harmless compliments that could be misconstrued as flirting. While Artie silently acknowledged that his feelings for Alexa might be more than just feelings of friendship he didn’t really wish to act on them just yet. Like any other human being he feared rejection and he feared ruining their friendship. He would much rather have to force himself to move on than have to lose Alexa from his life. But at the same time he saw no harm in being nice to her. In complimenting her a bit more frequently than he did anyone else. In helping her when he found her on the floor of the library and in making sure she had a smile on that lovely face of hers. Artie wanted her to be happy. She was an astounding human being and she deserved to feel as astounding as he saw her. Where was the harm in that? He didn’t see any, but to outsiders it may be different. But when had Artemis cared much about how he was perceived by others? As long as his English was understood he didn’t really care about any other opinion. “I can always take it to someone,”[/color] he started to think out loud. “Tailor? Seam person?”[/color] He couldn’t remember what they were called but he trusted Alexa to understand what he meant. She usually did. He could take his jacket to a professional to take it in a bit, or see if it even could be taken in. While he watched her sand Artemis kept alert, arms extended slightly ready to catch her if she fell again. With that threat easily no longer existing he focused on gathering himself and taking slow and steady steps toward the library’s exit. “Outside is good,”[/color] he agreed with a nod, keeping close just in case. He didn’t want her to fall in mid-step though the likelihood of effectively catching her was slim. [/div] TAG: kirsten/alexa WORDS: 495 WEARING: this NOTES: c: [/center] [/div][/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table]
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Post by ALEXA ROSE LIEVER on Jul 2, 2012 12:05:45 GMT -5
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[atrb=width,400] the oncoming storm It was very difficult sometimes to not spend entire conversations with Artemis blushing. Outside of the fact that he was just naturally adorable, he was always saying little things that were extremely flattering and she didn’t know what to do with them all. They built up in her mind and strengthened her crush on him. There was no use denying it anymore; Alexa had a crush on him, and she probably had since the first time they’d spoken.
And all the little things he said, no matter if it was just ’I like your jewelry, very pretty’ as it had been just now, she found them making her more aware of this terrifying thing inside her that controlled the butterflies in her stomach and the red in her cheeks. She didn’t want a crush. She wanted a friend, and it was frustrating that no matter how many times she acknowledged that everything he was saying was purely out of friendship, she couldn’t stop herself from liking him as more than that.
Sometimes it made her wish that she was back at home, almost always in bed, without anyone but Kelsi, Ricky, and her mother to keep her company. Alexa could love the three of them without shame, since they were her family. With Artie it was different. He was too sweet and innocent and they were both too young and she really needed to stop feeling like this. In the end, she would just be disappointed when he found out about it and it ruined their friendship.
So she fought down the blood that was rushing to her cheeks and tried to remain composed as she said, “Thank you,” in response to his compliment. It was difficult, though, there was no denying, because she wanted so desperately for it to mean more than it did.
“A tailor,” she assured him. “You were right.”
Though she didn’t think that she’d need his support, Alexa was thankful for Artemis being ready to catch her if the need arose. He always knew the right thing to do for her, and that made the process of not liking him all the more difficult. Part of her could only see that he was perfect, and that was a difficult thing to ignore. It was a lot easier to ignore the obvious things, like the fact that he probably wouldn’t be able to actually catch her. He was really very petite for a boy.
She walked beside him out of the library and down the hall to the nearest exit out of the building and found herself surrounded by a beautiful day. The sun was shining brightly and the air was warm without being hot, and it was effective in making her feel that much better. |
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