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[SAPHIRA MICHELLE FINNIGAN]

INTO YOUR EYES, HOPELESS AND TAKEN

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we stole our new lives through blood and pain, in defense of our dreams.[/color]

Somewhere in the Gryffindor Common Room was a clock. It ticked incessantly, second after second, minute after minute, hour after hour. If one were to carelessly search the contents of the Gryffindor Common Room, home to the brave and the loyal, it's inspector might have deemed the room abandoned of all life. Though the reality of that statement would have been to the contrary. A single figure sat alone, buried in a pile of parchment, scrolls, and books. The figure in question? None other than Saphira Finnigan, daughter of Seamus Finnigan, a former Gryffindor himself. Saphira's icy blue eyes were fixated on a single scroll, her eyes moving down the page slowly, as if reading each and every word carefully. This was her potions assignment, and potions had never been one of her strong points. She'd always had to work extra hard just too keep up her grades. She worked meticulously, underlining words that would need to be replaced, scratching out sentences that did not belong, circling words that were misspelled. Yes, it was a tedious task, but alas it was one that needed to be done. Saphira's hands were stained with blank ink, and there were small smudges of black on her face, from when she'd touched her face, or pushed her hair out of her eyes. Saphira's orbs were dry and itching, her head felt thick, and there was a pulsating pressure on the right side of her head, obviously working for, she glanced around for that mysterious clock and it's mundane ticking only to see that's she'd been working on this two page scroll for the last three hours.

Saphira's head dropped almost instantly, hitting the table, "Ouch."

[/color] she mumbled half-heartedly. Her eyes closed, her mind veering from the scroll on veritaserum, it's ingredients, and it's importance to the wizarding community. She wanted to curl up in a ball and sleep, she didn't want to be sitting here at this table writing an essay over a stupid potion. She didn't want this headache, and she definitely didn't want to think about anything ever again. But, being Saphira, a majority of these things were impossible. There was always something on her mind, it was highly unlikely that you'd ever catch her at a moment when there was nothing floating through her mind, she sighed. Letting out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. She straightened herself up, rubbing her forehead gently as she glanced down at the scroll. She inhaled deeply before picking up her quill and dipping it in her small well of ink. She grabbed a fresh piece of parchment and began copying her former scroll. It took her fifteen minutes to copy her two page scroll, but then, after rolling the scrolls and putting the cap back in her ink, she sat back in her chair. Finally satisfied. Now, she could relax. Her posture was slumped, in an almost defeated sort of way, but there was nothing about her that was resigned. Merely tired, and looking forward to something more stimulating than a homework assignment.[/size][/blockquote]

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[FRANK IGNATIUS LONGBOTTOM]

Frank had been knocked out for quite a while, dreaming. With his eyelids over his bright blue pupils, all he saw was blurred visions in front of a black landscape. There were orange and purple dots of light, with green scribbles of light mixed in. He saw the faces of people he didn't recognized, dropping their jaws in surprise and utter astonishment. He wondered what they were so surprised about. He never found out. Still, he found himself running. And no, he wasn't running in a field of flowers with a smile upon his face. He was wearing the same expression that the strangers in his dream were, only he was crying. It seemed that the bad thing was after him. Frank couldn't figure out why, but it was.

And then he woke up just as the bad thing caught the back of his robe. Frank woke up in a bed of sweat, perspiration dripping off his forehead. He wiped off his cheeks and face, then threw his blankets off of himself. He ruffled his hair, rubbed his eyes, then went to his trunk and pulled out a black robe with a lion embedded on the back in red, gold, and orange stitching. He slipped it over his night shirt and tied the front together, buttoning the little buttons at the bottom. Ruffling his hair once more, he walked out of the dorm and into the main common room where the fire flickered. There he caught sight of a girl, a girl of familiarity to him. She was sketching her quill against parchment, the sound utterly famous. He smiled at Saphira, though she didn't see him. He pulled a handkerchief from his left pocket, his wand from his right, and aimed at the cloth, muttering "Aquamenti." He allowed a few drops of water to drip onto the cloth, then stowed away his wand and entered the common room further. "Late night?"

[/color] he chuckled as he approached her. It was going to be difficult, he thought, to clean her up from his height - as she was sitting. As such, he bowed before her and rubbed his cloth against her soft skin. He looked up into her eyes, grinning. He knew that Saphira wouldn't find this awkward, as they were the closest of friends. Still, he felt a small spark within himself explode as he looked into her eyes. [/size][/color][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[SAPHIRA MICHELLE FINNIGAN]

INTO YOUR EYES, HOPELESS AND TAKEN

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Saphira's stormy eyes glanced around the Common Room, hoping to find someone of interest, or entertainment, or at least somebody, but alas the room was completely empty. Saphira was the only breathing body in the room. She turned back around, folding her arms over her chest. Her eyes staring at the pile of open books and copious amounts of parchment and ruined scrolls. Her eyes turned to slits as she glared at the inanimate objects located on the table. She was repulsed, not only with the homework she'd spent three hours of life doing, but also by herself. She had waited until the last minute to do the assignment, and look where that got her. Sitting by her lonesome in an empty Common Room. Her eyes relaxed and she sighed deeply. Feeling like an idiot. She should've started cleaning up her mess. She should've stacked her books nicely before shoving them back into her bag. She should've thrown out all the ruined sheets of parchment and all the scrolls, too. She should've packed up her things and marched her little body back upstairs, but she did not. She didn't move. Saphira was too lazy. Her brain was fried. She was exhausted. She just didn't want to do anything. At all.

A more than familiar voice rang out through the empty Common Room, like a gunshot in the middle of an open, empty field. Her eyes lit up, and a smile creeped onto her face as she turned to meet the boy she'd spent the last six years with. She was met by a tangible smile and bright, shining eyes. Her hands and arms loosened from around herself, and fell into her lap. her ankles crossed, her hands folding as Frank began to dab at the smudges on her flawless face. Her gaze was serene as she looked up into Frank's eyes. His closeness didn't bother her, after all, she'd spent her years at Hogwarts surrounded by his presence. This, this was nothing. "You can't imagine."

[/color] she muttered, feeling her heart flutter irregularly, like it always did when Frank Longbottom was around. After several moments she reached up, stilling his hands, "Thank you, Frank, but I'm fine."[/color] Saphira heard herself say, her voice tranquil, soft. She found herself willing her body to stand, and it did, her arms reached up to encase Iggy in an embrace, her head rested gently against his chest, she breathed deep, relaxing into him, and in this moment, this small second, she was home. "Late night for you as well, I assume."[/color] she stated, feeling her knees go weak, exhaustion hitting her like a ton of bricks. "Iggy,"[/color] she breathed, her voice sounded so small and weak, "Carry me?"[/color] she questioned, curling her body closer to his.[/size][/blockquote]

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[FRANK IGNATIUS LONGBOTTOM]

Frank looked down at her, smiling, as he continued to rub her cheek. Suddenly he felt her hands catch his and stop him, her lullabying voice whispering around his ears. He felt his ears go red at her tone. He smiled, looking away from her and nodding. "Of course you are," he said lightly, before putting the cloth on the table next to her scattered books. Iggy looked back to Saphira and grinned, watching her over-worked body stress itself to stand. She practically fell over into his arms from trying to hug him. He chuckled, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close. The smell of her hair near his face was enough to make the hair on the back of his neck rise. He gulped, hoping she didn't hear it. He rested his head on hers as she buried her head in his chest, allowing her to regain herself from her obviously long night.

But there she went on worrying about him, asking him about the long night he had. Frank lifted one of his arms to touch his forehead. It was dry. He smiled, looking at her. "Not as long as yours...just had a nightmare's all,"

[/color] he condemned. He felt her body go limp in his arms, and she curled herself nearer. Frank couldn't help but smirk, though. "Oh I'm Iggy tonight, am I?"[/color] he asked, then hugged her tighter. "In that case, of course,"[/color] he whispered, then bent his knees and wrapped his left arm underneath of her legs, lifting her body up as he lifted his own. Frank smiled at her afterward, then carried her over to the couch placed in front of the fire. He sat her down carefully, then pulled the Gryffindor blanket, that had moments ago stretched itself across the back of the coach, over her body. He sat down at her feet, looking up at her. "Better?"[/color] he asked, with a smile.

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[SAPHIRA MICHELLE FINNIGAN]

INTO YOUR EYES, HOPELESS AND TAKEN

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we stole our new lives through blood and pain, in defense of our dreams.[/color]

Saphira could not pull her gaze away from Frank. She drank him in, his electric blue eyes, his tousled brown hair, his perfectly chiseled face. He was like a god, and he wasn't even trying. There was a part of Saphira that wanted more than this from Frank. More than a comfortable friendship, more than a relaxed feel when they were so close. She wanted more, but then there was the other side of her that feared the rejection that would probably follow. There was fear of losing Frank, for good, and at this time in her life she could not risk her friendship with him. So no, she didn't act on the desire she had for Frank, she merely pushed it to the depths of her mind. Of course the want was always there, but if she didn't focus on it, it wasn't so predominant, and she was able to be around him without him figuring her out. It suited her, in a sense. "Of course I am."

[/color] she repeated in agreement. And it was true, she was fine. She could get the smudges off later. She was slightly relieved that he was no longer wiping the ink from her face, and another side of her was sad that he had stopped caressing her face. His strong arms held her close, wrapping her in warmth and made her feel protected.

She wanted to look up at him, to see those brilliant eyes of his. She wanted to search their depths and to find an answer that she wasn't sure what the question to it was. She heard him say something about a nightmare and she felt a tinge of panic run through her veins. "What kind of a nightmare?"[/color] she questioned. A small giggle erupted from her delicate lips, nodding her head slightly as it did. "Yes, yes. You're my Iggy tonight."[/color] she mumbled, laughter following her words, the bell like chime reverberating around the empty room. "You were always my hero."[/color] Saphira found herself saying as he lifted her with ease. He walked her to a plush couch settled in front of the fireplace. Her arms were still wrapped around his neck and as he went to set her down she felt her arms tighten for a fraction of a moment before she reluctantly released him. A small smile creeped it's way onto her face as he placed a blanket on her, then she watched as he sat at her feet. His question had her thinking and for a moment she wanted to say no. She wanted to curl up in his lap and just sit there with him, her head would lay on his shoulder and they would talk and it would be comfortable, easy as breathing. But she didn't want to push her luck, so after just a second of debate she finally replied. "Much, thank you."[/color] she muttered, her voice faultered only once and nearly gave her away. She cleared her throat and nestled into the comfortable couch, her eyes one again glued to Frank. "What about you? How's the floor treating you?"[/color] she questioned.[/size][/blockquote]

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[FRANK IGNATIUS LONGBOTTOM]

Iggy half-heartedly laughed as she asked what kind of nightmare. "It was nothing too horrid, I assure you," he said, smiling up at her from the floor. you were always my hero. The idea of him being her hero made his ears flush red, and he was pretty sure his cheeks were coming to match. He looked at the fire in hopes that it would appear that light was shining from the flames instead of his insecurities. Frank really couldn't find the words to show his complete gratitude. He was certainly thankful that she thought so highly of him, and at the same time felt that he didn't really deserve it. He wasn't much of anything, spare his talents for potions and herbology. Other than his too few and far between talents, Iggy was safely called a normal boy.

He could detect the sense of sarcasm in her tone, but decided to drop it. Iggy didn't really want to press an issue that was tireless. He chuckled at her question, though. "Oh yes, very much so,"

[/color] he said, rolling his eyes. Frank looked up at her, then to her feet that twitched underneath of the Gryffindor blankets. "Hmmm... wonder...."[/color] he started, then reached his hand underneath the blanket with one great sweep. He held her left ankle with one hand, and tickled the bottom of her foot with his remaining fingertips. He laughed as he waited for delayed reaction.

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[SAPHIRA MICHELLE FINNIGAN]

INTO YOUR EYES, HOPELESS AND TAKEN

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we stole our new lives through blood and pain, in defense of our dreams.[/color]

Saphira watched Frank from her position on the couch, her slender body sinking into the plushness, and she sighed contentedly. However, her moment of tranquil peace was broken as Frank's soothing voice filled her ears. "Well then I'm glad. Nightmare's are wretched and should not have been developed or invented, or whatever."

[/color] she ranted. A tinge of anger lacing itself through her words, only to die out before the final syllabel left her delicate tongue. There was really no fight in her. Not now. Her eyes slid over Frank as she tried to keep her thoughts coherent. The exhaustian that had seemed to spill over her earlier now began to settle, and she could feel herself fighting to keep her lids open. The warmth began to relax her tense muscles, and the comfortable couch sang a sweet lullaby to her, trying to persuade her to sleep. But how could she sleep when Frank was in the room? How she could even be thinking about shutting her eyes, when doing that would cut precious moments with him in half, or worse, cut them out altogether. She shook her head mechanically, trying to clear the haze that had filled her mind. She even pushed herself into a sitting position, or a better one, pressing her back against the back of the couch as she cleared her throat.

One of Saphira's hands untangled itself from the blanket and rose to rub her eyes vigorously. As if attempting to awaken herself, or ward off the tired feeling spreading through her body like poison through veins. Her eyes wandered, but always came back to Frank, after all, he was easily the most eye catching thing in the room. Saphira could look at him all day, if it wasn't creepy and weird. She noticed the redness in his ears, but could not figure out why it was there. She figured it was from the warmth of the fire, since Iggy was closer and all. Saphira brushed it off, looking for something else to focus on, and failing. "You wonder what?"[/color] she questioned, thankful for a distraction. However, mere seconds later Iggy struck like a cobra and she could feel his tight grasp around her ankle. His fingers began to graze the bottom of her foot and she squirmed. Screaming and laughing at the same time. Her body jerked around uncontrollably as he ticked her. St-st-stop.[/color] she stuttered, her chiming laughter keeping her from speaking and articulating clearly. "Ig-Iggy."[/color] she half moaned, half sighed. Her body sliding down the couch. Bringing her nearer to man who had captured her foot, and who was currently torturing her, in a good kind of way.[/size][/blockquote]

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[FRANK IGNATIUS LONGBOTTOM]

St-st-stop she stuttered. Frank admired her words. They opened up a door to the ways of the natural female - and he knew those ways too well. She said stop, but really he knew that she was quite enjoying it. She may have been under the impression that he might actually stop, but he didn't - and he didn't even consider it. His laughter blended with her own, filling the room with warmth that the fire could not provide. Ig-Iggy she half-moaned. Something inside of Frank felt ignited by the tone she used. His heart began to bang the bone cages that held it prisoner. Frank grinned up at her as she crawled closer to him, most likely to try and pry his hand off her ankle for fear she may shriek. Frank certainly didn't want that. While he was quite enjoying making her laugh, he didn't want the entire house to wake. That would have been awfully horrid for him; he would no longer have Saphira to himself.

Iggy released her ankle, but instead took her palms. He studied them, looking at the lines, far from wrinkles, across her skin. He looked up into her eyes, looked back down, then up again and tilted his head to the side. "It looks as though, according to my palm reading skills, that your best friend is well..." he started, looking seriously into her eyes. "The best,"

[/color] he finished, then grinned. He brought her hand up to his nose and sniffed it, then smiled as he looked to her. "You smell delicious!"[/color] he exclaimed, then started to laugh again.



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[SAPHIRA MICHELLE FINNIGAN]

INTO YOUR EYES, HOPELESS AND TAKEN

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we stole our new lives through blood and pain, in defense of our dreams.[/color]

Frank was being merciless with her. Despite her pleas for him to stop he did not, and her frail body continued to wiggle around, laughter bursting from her lips. Her eyes sparkled with delight, and the exhaustian that had been threatening to over take her just moments ago, had now completely dissipated. she was wide awake, thanks to Iggy, her Iggy. He was the only person she could ever be this comfortable with, he was the only guy she'd ever let do this to her. She was extremely ticklish, everywhere. Her feet, her stomach, her neck, her knees, you name the place the girl was probably ticklish there. Curse Frank for having thought to punish her. Her breathing had sped up, and her heart was pounding within her chest, rattling her bones, shaking her body. It was because of this, Iggy's tickling, that she slipped from the couch, at a slow pace, and landed on her knees. Her hair falling wildly, having been drug across the couch. Her eyes were wide, bright, her facial features were graced with the presence of a smile that could only be compared to a sunrise.

Saphira felt his hand release her, and she contemplated thanking him, though the motion was late. He didn't seem to miss a beat, he may have released one of her limbs, but he just moved from her ankle to her palms, capturing both her wrists. She felt her body jerk gently as he tugged her arms closer to him. Her eyes focused on him as she tried to stop the bubbling laughter. She watched as Iggy seriously looked at her palms and then up at her. She nodded intently, playing along, her eyes going wide as he spoke of her best friend being the best. She managed to slip one hand out of his grasp, her palm cupping his face gently, her thumb massaging his skin, her head tilted, her smile softened, her eyes softly gleaming, "You really are the best."

[/color] she said, speaking with a flawless rhythem, meaning every word of it. After all, Frank was the best, he was so much more than meets the eye. She chuckled lightly as he spoke of her smelling delicious, "Why thank you.[/color] she mumbled, her eyes dropping for a moment, blood rushing to her face, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink.[/size][/blockquote]

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[FRANK IGNATIUS LONGBOTTOM]

Frank couldn't help but to smile. Saphira, his best friend, was magnificently pleasant in company. She generally knew how to make him laugh, and he was sure that he could make her laugh, genuinely, too. He adored their friendship. He had never really met anyone else that he connected with like Saphy. She had a distinct nature of selflessness, putting others before her self at all times. Frank loved that about her. That, and the fact that she could laugh in the face of danger. Frank had not ever really delved into his true feelings for Saph, but sometimes he felt as though she was more than just his best friend.

He looked around, as though he had heard footsteps. After deciding it was nothing, he looked back to the beautiful Finnigan before him. He chuckled. Iggy always thought Finnigan was such a funny name, yet it fitted his friend greatly. "Let's sneak out," he hushed to her, a grin spread across his face. "I think we could manage it, at least...maybe,"

[/color] he whispered, just over the crackles of the fire. He bit his lower lip, wondering if she'd be up for it. They wouldn't have to go far - maybe just across the way to the astronomy tower, or down the corridor. He craved the adventure.



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[SAPHIRA MICHELLE FINNIGAN]

INTO YOUR EYES, HOPELESS AND TAKEN

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we stole our new lives through blood and pain, in defense of our dreams.[/color]

Saphira's eyes widened just a fraction of an inch as Frank suggested that they sneak out. It was not shock that had her eyes growing wide, but surprise. She had completely forgotten that there were other places they could be. A dazzling smile dominated her features as her eyes lowered, one of her free hands rising so that she could push her mane of hair up and out of her face. Though only seconds passed before it fell right back into the same position. However, Saphira was persistent, and she forced a thick bunch of her mangled tendrils to stay securely in place behind her left ear. She contemplated the thought of sneaking out, turning the motion over and over in her head. Looking through the cons and pros quickly. She did not see any reason why they shouldn't do it. After all, there was nothing wrong with a little danger and adventure. Though she doubted this would be dangerous. Besides, she was Head Girl. Like anyone would tell her anything for being out of bed. Okay, so maybe they would, but hell, Saphira wouldn't mind the thrill of breaking the rules.

"I think you're crazy."

[/color] she whispered, her eyes darting to the long flames that crackled happily in the hearth of the fireplace. A slow smile creeped it's way onto her face, barely turning up the edges of her mouth. "But that's something intriguing to find in a person."[/color] she continued, still not looking at Frank. "I think sneaking out sounds like a lovely idea. After all, one can only be cooped up for so long before things like this become appealing."[/color] Saph said, the corners of her mouth turning up more, revealing her teeth, and a white smile. "Where did you want to sneak off too?"[/color] she questioned, finally gazing back at Iggy. She rearranged her position so that she was no longer balancing on her knees, but sitting, her legs tucked to the side, one hand on the ground, open palmed, the other resting gently in her lap. Her silhouette was doused in radiant light from the fire.[/size][/blockquote]

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[FRANK IGNATIUS LONGBOTTOM]

Iggy didn't realize that she'd be so understanding of it. That took him for a spin. Nevertheless, he was thrilled that she agreed to come on the little adventure with him. Still, at the moment, something was tugging at the ends of his mouth. Frank felt a tickle in his throat travel up through his teeth, forcing its way between his lips, which were now parted far apart as his cheek muscles expanded in a yawn. He made no sound, but his warm breath added to the surrounding air as a waking lion's. He smacked his lips lightly, before turning his head to the side and leaning it on the end of the couch. Smiling up at Saphy, he simply smiled.

"Hmm, well...as much as I'd love to actually sneak out, why don't we just make err..a date of sorts? Picnic by the lake at sunset, tomorrow evening?" he asked, gulping. Did he, uh, just formally ask his best friend on a date? People don't do that! In his head, he was practically slamming it into the floor in front of him. He had to remain cool - make it seem alright. Iggy crawled over toward her head, on his knees, and took her hands. "Please oh please Miss Finnigan?"

[/color] he pleaded, then started laughing. He looked in her eyes though, in hopes that despite his small joke, he really did mean that he wanted to do it.



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[SAPHIRA MICHELLE FINNIGAN]

INTO YOUR EYES, HOPELESS AND TAKEN

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Saphira's lulling gaze had dropped from Frank. Instead, her crystalline orbs were focused on the single hand that sat in her lap, she watched as her slender wrist and thin fingers twitched. They moved with such little effect that unless you were staring, as Saph was, you would miss the motion completely. Her eyes traced the black clothing that seemed to cling to her legs, watching as slits of skin were seen through the ripped strips in her black jeans. She once again altered her sitting position. Leaning her back against the couch, laying her head back, letting her hair tresses cascade down in different directions, squished by the couch. The tendrils coated her shoulders, and her eyes were not taking in the ceiling, her legs spread before her. She could hear an audible yawn from the man beside her, and like most things she mimicked the notion. unwillingly of course, though it was tangible, as most yawn's were. it was a like an awkward symphony. she raised a frail hand and covered her mouth, finding it only respectable and the most manneristic thing to do.

her eyes fluttered and she allowed them to close for a moment, just a moment, but in that instant she could feel the exhaustion that had been warded off just minutes early come rushing back. she tried desperately to open her eyes, to look at something, to move her limbs, but everything was so heavy. she breathed deeply, her hands slipping from her torso to the floor. her fingers twitched every so often, to show that she was really trying to put some effort into moving, but the most she could conjure up was the will to force her lids open and the movement of her head. she turned, ever so slightly to face Iggy. A weak smile penetrated her facial features. "Are you asking me on a real date?"

[/color] she questioned, arching a thin brow. She watched Frank crawl on his knees to her, she felt him grab her hands and beg her, and she could feel a soft chuckle slip from her lips. She raised her head, though the task was tedious she managed it. "Of course, Mister Longbottom. I wouldn't miss it for the world."[/color] she said, her voice sincere. She forced her limbs to work, pushing that hypnotic exhaustion as far back as she could. She too, moved, as if doing all things plausible to keep herself from giving in to the appealing notion of sleep. She wound up on her knees, her arms slipping around Frank, her body so close to his, mere inches, if that, between them. "You never had to ask."[/color] she whispered, referring to his asking her on a date. "The answer has always been yes, I think."[/color] she mumbled, burying her face in the crook of his neck. Disbelief crossing her face for several seconds as her words finally registered with her. She felt like face palming herself for having spoken such truth, but there was little to nothing she could do to take it back, not that she wished she could, but still.[/size][/blockquote]

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[FRANK IGNATIUS LONGBOTTOM]

"Are you asking me on a real date?" At once, he felt embarrassment and shock flood over his heart. What was she going to say - no? While he didn't regret asking her, Iggy felt like she may have. All he could do is stare up at her, clutching her hands in his own. His breath halted, his heart twitching silently as he waited for her to speak again. He bit his lower lip, trying to not allow his impatient nature to show. At her next words, though, his heart steadied its beat and a smile played at his lips easily. He wasn't exactly sure what to say, but he figured that he didn't really need to say anything. This was his best friend, and he had just asked her out. He truly hoped that nothing in their friendship would be spared by that fact. Still, Iggy could only be sure that it would only strengthen their bond - not break it.

In a swift motion, Saphy moved and wrapped her arms around him. Frank gulped, but with a smile moved his arms to place themselves around her waist. As she buried her head in his neck, he could feel her warm breath against his skin. He took in her scent, letting it overwhelm his senses. He leaned his head on hers, hugging her slightly tighter. He didn't want to let go, but knew that the exhaustion that had drowned her earlier had crept up on her body once more. Iggy too felt a bit tired, and decided they must part for the evening, Still, he didn't exactly want to. "The answer has always been yes I think." Her words felt like a homecoming. Frank stroked her hair, without a word, and lifted his head for a moment to allow his lips to grace her cheek. He smiled, then pulled away from the hug and looked into her eyes. "Let's get you to bed, Saph," he said softly, then stood and allowed his hand to stretch out for her to take.

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[SAPHIRA MICHELLE FINNIGAN]

INTO YOUR EYES, HOPELESS AND TAKEN

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we stole our new lives through blood and pain, in defense of our dreams.[/color]

Her breathing was slow and steady, her lips brushing the nape of his neck gently, due to their closeness, her eyes closed. She was so relaxed, had it not been for the fact that she was kneeling she might have fallen asleep right there, just like that, clinging to Frank. However, she was kneeling, and because of this the unconsciousness that seemed so appealing lapped at her, but did not overtake her. She could feel his arms wrap around her, returning the hug and gesture. Saphira felt the light pressure on her head from where he rested, and she felt his grip tighten, and she liked the way it felt. Saph felt him stroke her hair, and she felt his lips graze her cheek and a warm smile lightened her slowly dimming features.

Her snapped open as Frank pulled away, her arms slowly falling from around his neck. He mentioned something about bed and she shook her head. Not in disagreement, but as to clear her clouded mind. Mmkay."

[/color] she mumbled, her agreement running together due to her lack of ability to articulate in such a state. She watched as Iggy stood, first, then offered his hand to help her up. She took it, her slender fingers wrapping around his hand, taking a feeble grasp of him. Saphira used his added support to bring herself, too, to a standing position. She wavered momentarily, unable to help herself. She blinked hard, fighting back a yawn that was much more prominent that her previous one. "So I'll see you tomorrow then?"[/color] she questioned, her voice thick. "Sunset, right?"[/color] she asked, double checking.[/size][/blockquote]

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[/color] 270 ; TEMPLATE:[/color] © kaitie ; BANNER:[/color] © kaitie ; LYRICS:[/color] © 30 seconds to mars ; OUTFIT:[/color] the outfit ; STATUS:[/color] completed ; TAGS:[/color] frank ignatius longbottom ;
COMMENTS:[/color] i fail for taking so long to reply![/center][/blockquote]