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Post by Palladium on Dec 24, 2005 16:48:23 GMT -5
Palladium sighed to himself; why did he have to be so torn about this situation? Why was accepting that you loved someone so difficult? One would think that accepting love would be the easiest thing to do, but sometimes, he couldn't help but think that if he hated Flora life would be much more simple. Love was too much work. And there was no definite answer when it came to love; no one could tell you whether loving someone was a mistake or not. Love was gambling; love was a risk - love was essentially a game. And the thing was, Palladium always played safe.
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Post by Demeter on Dec 24, 2005 16:52:58 GMT -5
Flora paused a moment and then her eyes widened. There was a mirror, opposite her bed... And if he was able to travel. Her cheeks went several shades of crimson. "Oh, please tell me you can't travel between mirrors..." she whispered. The last thing she needed was him to pop into the mirror while she was changing. She'd never be able to keep from blushing - never.
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Post by Palladium on Dec 25, 2005 1:08:03 GMT -5
Shivering, Palladium rubbed his arms in an attempt to get warm. Frowning, he rubbed his palms together and held them in front of his mouth so that his breath could heat them. Sometimes it got so very cold in this mirror and there was nothing he could do about it. He had already tried to use the energy sphere for heat, but something in his prison always prevented his magic from lasting very long; it was almost as though the walls were absorbing his power.
Glancing at the walls, Palladium's gaze focused on Flora, who's face had turned a lovely shade of pink. Whispering to himself, he murmured, enchanted by Flora's unassuming beauty, "What ever are you thinking about, Flora?" Quietly he urged, "Speak to me . . . please."
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Post by Demeter on Dec 25, 2005 1:11:08 GMT -5
"Oh, if you can travel through mirrors, then I'll never be able to face you in class once you're free," she said, not having heard him per say but feeling the overwhelming need to explain her blush. "Because there is a mirror opposite my bed, and well... I do change in front of it." Yep, crimson. That was going to be a color she'd forever turn when she spoke intimately to the professor. "And I hope you haven't been spying on me..."
Not that she would mind it - but explaining to the others would be most difficult. "Uh, you haven't been, have you?" She hoped he hadn't - that would trigger a whole 'nother rule.
And for some strange reason, a name appeared in the depths of her mind. "Lenwë," Flora said to herself. "Where did that name come from? Why do I remember that name?" She looked at the professor, hundreds of questions wanting to bubble forth.
"Oh, I'm being silly now. Your name couldn't possibly be Lenwë and you couldn't possibly be the same person that I met when I was a small child and visited Athryell with my mother... " Honestly, what made her think that Professor Palladium of all people could be the same elven male that she met when she was a small child.
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