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Post by cynthia montague on Feb 20, 2009 9:30:32 GMT -5
If it hadn't been for his humming, Cynthia would've called it an awkward silence. And that was odd, she couldn't remember the last time she'd felt somewhat close to uncomfortable together with Asher. But she was now, the air felt a little bit too light, as if it wasn't thick enough to stay in her lungs and not heavy enough to keep her steady on the ground. She was convinced that it was just her though, Ash couldn't be thinking in the same way as she did, that to him it was just a few seconds of her not rambling on about something irrelevant.
Awkward silences wasn't their thing. Mostly they were talking or laughing, not saying that silence was rare, but it never felt strange. Watching each other work, cuddling in the sofa when it was getting late, they could go for hours without talking, but it was never awkward. She stepped away from his arm and took his hand instead. She figured that it had to be easier to breathe when she wouldn't have to filter away his scent.
"What were you doing out, anyway?" Cynthia asked him. She could've guessed it, she assumed that he hadn't managed to just sit inside while she was completely forgetting about him, but she could just as well ask him. She might get surprised, maybe he'd been on a date. No, he would've told her. She caught herself browsing her mind for a girl to introduce him to when she stated that no one she knew was good enough for him.
'Idiot' she accused herself. This boy didn't need her match-making services, but she'd do anything to make this feeling of guilt go away. No, she wouldn't, and that made it worse. She knew that bro's before ho's didn't apply to her any more. Ash was happy for her, he'd never even think to make her chose between him and Jude, Cynthia was sure of that. But the thing was, Cynthia knew she'd already made a choice. She'd fallen in love with a boy, and whether it was by purpose or not, as the case was, Ash hadn't mattered at all while she'd been with Jude. She'd fallen in love with a boy, and she was sure that she now had to love one of them a little less than before.
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Post by Asher Gracin on Feb 23, 2009 4:23:06 GMT -5
Asher felt her slip from his arm to a position where their fingers were laced. He continued his humming, peering down at the new form of touching before he looked back up a littl ways to her face. He smiled softly at her as he watched her speak.
It was with mild embarrassment that he realized he had been staring at her lips almost longingly as she spoke. Did he miss her this much? He willed his eyes to stare into hers, which was almost worse than looking at her lips. His humming slowed and got quieter when she finished speaking before it stopped all-together.
"I was..." he began, scrunching up his face as he tried to remember exactly what he had been doing here today. "I think I was out for a walk..." he wanted there to be something more to his reason--something that sounded less pathetic. "I think I just wanted to get out of the house." he admitted with a half-smile. Nope, it was definitely pathetic.
"I get pretty restless when I don't have my daily dose of Cynthia Montague." he teased with a small smile--but as they said, jokes were the truth about eighty percent of the time...Asher's life was pretty dismal without the ray of sunshine that was his Cynthia. Whether or not they were rustling around in the sheets, she warmed him in ways he could never describe.
The coffees were done. Asher leaned over, grabbing her cup and handing it to her free hand before he reached over to grab his own in his free hand. "Shall we?" he smiled, grasping his coffee in one hand and her hand in the other. He began to walk toward the door. He'd be glad to be back at her appartment, but at the same time he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to control himself. The familiarity of slamming her passionately against a wall upon entrance was too fresh in his mind. The feel of her lips crashing so hard into his had left his mouth with a constant craving for his friend...he was afraid of himself, but not too afraid to try and be traditional friends. Well, as traditional as they could be with his issues and her way of satisfying him.
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Post by cynthia montague on Feb 23, 2009 13:56:59 GMT -5
She was relieved that he could joke about it, that he didn't seem to be that bothered about her absence. "You should find a girl" Cynthia said, "I mean, I don't see why they're not clinging on you already. I'm starting to wonder what's wrong with you" she teased. Nothing was wrong with him, she was sure she knew him better than anyone else, and he was perfect. Cynthia nodded and thanked for her coffee and followed him out. It was getting late, some of the shops were closing and the alley wasn't as crowded anymore. She subconsciously started walking a little closer to him, a habit, maybe more of a reflex.
She wondered what to say, they'd reach her apartment soon as it was strategically placed close the coffee bar, but she was afraid of that uneasy feeling, so she needed to talk. But his earlier joke was taking up all the space in her mind. "I'm sorry about not hitting you up" Cynthia said. Half of her hoped that he'd laugh at it and say that it was nothing to worry about, half hoped that he wouldn't, she didn't want to feel stupid. She quickly thought about how to form her next sentence, she'd say 'I forgot about it', but she didn't want to tell him. He wouldn't want to hear that she'd forgotten about him. Usually she thought about him at least once every hour she was from him. "I missed you but eh, you know, I was busy" she smiled apologetically. She wasn't really lying, once she'd met him earlier today she realized that she'd been without him for too long, even though she wasn't exactly longing for him right then.
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