Post by Riven on May 6, 2006 22:24:38 GMT -5
OOC: Takes place the morning after the Valentine's Day Dance
Riven sat silently at his desk, his attention focused on the wall in front of him - the wall that his idiotic friends had half-jokingly deemed "The Musa Shrine." At first, he had taken their words with a grain of salt, but the more he looked at the display, the more he began to see that they were right. What else could it look like to other people but that he almost worshiped her? Which wasn't true. He liked her, yes, but loved her? No.
As he continued to stare at the pictures, Riven felt himself grow more than slightly irritated with himself. Whatever he felt for Musa was getting far too out of control; the next thing he knew he would be getting down on his knees to profess his love for her. With a snort, Riven pushed himself to his feet. That wasn't acceptable; he would never be like the pansies that Sky and Brandon were. No girl would control him. Ever. True, he had spent the better portion of the previous night with Musa at that stupid Alfea dance, but that was before he had come to his senses that people were starting to talk. Actually, scratch that: they were already talking. And he wasn't liking what they were saying. He did not appreciate their sly comments that he was losing his edge and that he was becoming, in their words, "a big softy." He was Riven. He was tough and unattainable - it had always been that way. And furthermore, that was the way it should be.
With a decisive nod, Riven reached up and began pulling Musa's pictures down from the wall. It was time for change. If Musa thought that she had tamed him, she had another thing coming. It was time to give her a reality check as to who he really was.
Not wanting to delay any longer in getting back to his old self, Riven picked up his phone and deftly dialed Musa's number.
OOC: Tags Musa
Riven sat silently at his desk, his attention focused on the wall in front of him - the wall that his idiotic friends had half-jokingly deemed "The Musa Shrine." At first, he had taken their words with a grain of salt, but the more he looked at the display, the more he began to see that they were right. What else could it look like to other people but that he almost worshiped her? Which wasn't true. He liked her, yes, but loved her? No.
As he continued to stare at the pictures, Riven felt himself grow more than slightly irritated with himself. Whatever he felt for Musa was getting far too out of control; the next thing he knew he would be getting down on his knees to profess his love for her. With a snort, Riven pushed himself to his feet. That wasn't acceptable; he would never be like the pansies that Sky and Brandon were. No girl would control him. Ever. True, he had spent the better portion of the previous night with Musa at that stupid Alfea dance, but that was before he had come to his senses that people were starting to talk. Actually, scratch that: they were already talking. And he wasn't liking what they were saying. He did not appreciate their sly comments that he was losing his edge and that he was becoming, in their words, "a big softy." He was Riven. He was tough and unattainable - it had always been that way. And furthermore, that was the way it should be.
With a decisive nod, Riven reached up and began pulling Musa's pictures down from the wall. It was time for change. If Musa thought that she had tamed him, she had another thing coming. It was time to give her a reality check as to who he really was.
Not wanting to delay any longer in getting back to his old self, Riven picked up his phone and deftly dialed Musa's number.
OOC: Tags Musa
