"Everyone is hiding something," she said with a raised eyebrow. She, herself, was hiding many things from everyone, Finn included. There was just some things she didn't talk about except to perhaps her twin. Maybe someday that would change, but that day was not yet today. "We have time to learn secrets, though."
Instead of rolling off like she very well could have, Arin just laid her head down and closed her eyes. "Nah, you're very comfortable. I'm just gonna stay here," she said with a smile.
Post by FINNICK SYMON BRAVERMAN on Dec 26, 2016 19:49:13 GMT -6
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He was far from stupid, and he knew that there were parts of her life that he didn't know much about at all. He, however, hoped that she would share what she wanted to in time. They'd already both opened up to each other far more than they would to most everyone else, so that alone felt like a win. "You can have as much of my time as you want to take." He said, growing more serious for a moment. He meant it, he really did.
"Fine, I'll just lay here forever. Though don't you wonder what this would look like to a passing prefect?" He asked, imagining what the image of the two young Ravenclaws laying together in the middle of the hallway, without an apparent care in the world besides each other.
"Well that was sappy," she said plainly. She was mostly teasing him, but she also meant the words. However, the words made her smile as well. "You're cute." She knew he'd try to brush the words off, but she was being serious.
She lifted her head up just enough to frown at him. "I hadn't thought about it, but I honestly don't think I care," she replied, which was probably a first. Normally she did her best to avoid attention, not be in situations that would draw it to her. But with Finn by her side she didn't seem to mind.
Post by FINNICK SYMON BRAVERMAN on Dec 26, 2016 22:05:27 GMT -6
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Of course she would check him on his one moment of emotional thoughts. He waved off the comment, as if it didn't matter, though he really didn't want her to think him too mushy right now. He also waved off the compliment of being cute, because he hated any sort of kind words being directed his way, even coming from her. "I'm not cute you're cute." He said, a lame excuse at a way to pull the attention away from himself once more.
They weren't really that far from the door at this point - he could have practically reached out and the side of it, thanks to his long limbs - but, it didn't matter. "You know, if you really want to hang out with me, there's gotta be a more comfortable place than the floor. At least, I'd hope so."
Smiling slightly, Arin reached up one hand to poke Finn on the cheek. "No, you're cute. But so am I," she said as her smile grew wider. "We're both cute. So obviously that's why this works." Which made no actual sense, but she didn't care. She was going to keep telling him he was cute until he stopped trying to push the words away. Then she'd change to a different word. It'd be great fun.
"I don't know. The floor is very comfortable in my opinion." Though that might have something to do with the fact that she was lying on top of a person and not actually on the stone floor. Maybe she should roll off of Finn now. The floor didn't sound like a good place to be.
Post by FINNICK SYMON BRAVERMAN on Dec 27, 2016 0:54:19 GMT -6
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"I wouldn't exactly describe myself as cute, you know." He said, rolling his eyes down at her though she couldn't see. He didn't like the word being used to describe him, though it was hardly the first time it had been. He was merely trying to get her to stop using the word for him, but he doubted it would really make a difference. She would probably keep on calling him cute, especially since she knew he didn't like the term.
"Oh, I'm sure it's comfortable for you. I have to lay on the cold, hard floor but you get to lay on a person cushion. It's really not fair." He said, a whiny tone sneaky into his voice.
"Well," she said slowly, making sure to look directly at him. "I'd describe you as cute. And as handsome, and dashing, and... well, maybe not smooth. But your face is nice to look at, which is the point." She apparently wasn't very smooth herself, considering her slip mid-sentence, but that was fine. She didn't have to be perfect.
Smiling slightly, she said, "You're a very nice person cushion," before she leaned to kiss him. That might help make him feel better about the floor. Maybe. She hoped.
Post by FINNICK SYMON BRAVERMAN on Dec 27, 2016 20:43:12 GMT -6
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He decided that at least some of the words she was using now were better than cute. "Fine, I'll take the....what was it? Dashing? That's okay. You can use that one. But not cute." He said decisively. He wanted her to know that cute was off the table descriptor-wise. It was definitely not an apt adjective, in his opinion. Awkward? Sure. Cute? No.
Maybe she was trying to distract him with the kiss, but, he had to admit a moment later that he kind of forgot what they had been talking about. After a second, he drew his face away from hers. his cheeks flushed and his former sense of resolved stubbornness clearly flustered. "Why are you so distracting?"
She raised an eyebrow at him. "Like being called dashing, do you?" she teased. "I don't know... I think I like cute." Now she was just giving him a hard time. She'd found a word he'd accept which had been the goal, but teasing him a little more wasn't a bad thing.
"Because you allow me to distract you?" she offered, grinning slowly. Much better than complaining. This time she pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. "You should probably work on that."
Post by FINNICK SYMON BRAVERMAN on Dec 27, 2016 22:08:39 GMT -6
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He couldn't bring himself to be more than a little bothered by the teasing, because she said it in such a likable way. Plus, the kisses definitely helped. They made him forget why he was he slightly annoyed with her. "Say cute one more time and I swear I'll....I'll...." His words drifted off as he realized he didn't exactly have a concrete threat, as he wasn't exactly the most menacing person to ever exist. He let the half sentence float off, without bothering to finish it.
"Well maybe you should work on being less distracting. I think that's the real problem." He said, as if it were her fault he found her so utterly captivating at times. He pushed her slowly off of him and stood, before extending a hand down to her. "C'mon, let's continue making progress."
Biting her lip to stop herself from grinning, Arin leaned closer to him, raising an eyebrow slightly. "You'll what, Finn?" she challenged. She had no doubt he hadn't thought that far away, only just wanting to try and get her to stop calling him cute, but she was interested to see if he could come up with something. "Because I find you very cute."
As he nudged her, Arin just flopped a bit uselessly, if only to be difficult. "It's not my fault you're easily distracted," she said as she took a hold of his hand. However, she made no effort to pull herself up, instead just hanging on the limb and smiling up at him. "Carry me."
Post by FINNICK SYMON BRAVERMAN on Jan 9, 2017 16:19:06 GMT -6
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When she asked him for a more formed threat, he shook his head a little. "I'll let another bludger hit me and call you a terrible beater." He challenged, hitting on a mark of pride for her. He knew it, too. Even though she hadn't been playing for that long, she was really actually quite good. Even if she had pretended to hate Quidditch all those years for whatever reason.
He stood and then looked down at her, as she flopped on the ground, making no efforts to stand. Finn was tall for his age, but definitely not very muscular. However, Arin was pretty small...he could probably lift her. He thought he could. Without a word, he hoisted her up, managing to carry her a few feet to the doorway.
"You will do no such thing!" she protested, not because she was worried about being a terrible beater, but because she didn't want him getting hurt again. She knew she was competent enough when she was actually around to fend off the bludgers. Despite being fairly new to playing the game, she thought she was doing fairly well during practice.
She hadn't at all expected Finn to actually pick her up, so when she was actually lifted into the air, Arin squealed and immediately clung to him. "Finn!" she said as she buried her face in his shoulder because she was actually a bit worried about being dropped.
Post by FINNICK SYMON BRAVERMAN on Jan 12, 2017 18:09:44 GMT -6
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"I can do whatever I want." He decided, rolling away from her slightly in a move of self preservation. He had known her for long enough to know when he needed to dodge her incoming attacks, and definitely sort of forsaw one coming his way right about now. After rolling away, he stood.
Then, she challenged him to carry her and he shook his head at her, before conceding. He smiled a little at the uncharacteristic squeal, before setting her down in the arched doorway that lead outside. "God, DeRosiers. Did anyone ever tell you you're way too loud?" He teased, a play on her usual quiet nature.
"Too loud?" she asked with a frown. "You scared me! I don't belong that far off the ground." Never mind that she'd told him to carry her. She hadn't thought he actually would do it. Honestly she'd figured he'd talk his way out of it. She was really not used to being so far from the earth. She was only small.
With her feet firmly back on the ground again though, she headed off through the door. "Come on then, slowpoke. Or well be inside the rest of eternity."