every other lover in this city [anya]

[kiipcha]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-image: url(http://i1222.photobucket.com/albums/dd500/Kiipcha/oceanbreezebg-1.png); padding-bottom: 20px;] words // 389 // outfit // click here // tagged // Spencer spread your wings AND LET YOUR FEATHERS TOUCH THE SKY ”Keep that on the down-low, I don’t need people knowing I’m a superhero, they’ll be calling me up to… manipulate ink… nonstop.” Her fork hit the plate with a soft clank as she finished up her meal, happily full. "Of course, 'cause we all know how needed ink manipulation is." She laughed at her sarcastic joke, following Spencer's lead and folding her napkin before placing it on the table. The older teen stretched out, clearly satisfied with his meal and now smiling back at her. ”Well, I’m stuffed, are you ready to leave?” Anya nodded, watching him as he politely paid the check. She hoped the bill wasn't too expensive as that may have put a damper on the night, yet she was still incredibly gracious that he had paid it anyway. ”After you,” He bowed and gave her his hand in a gentleman act. The girl took hold of it, a slight tingle starting up again, and stood up from her chair. Even after she had stood up she didn't dare release her grip on his hand. ”We should make this dinner thing happen again,” They stepped out onto the sidewalk, still hand and hand much to Anya's pleasure. "I agree, it really was fun." There were so many other words to describe the date other than fun, but at the risk of scaring Spencer away with her enthusiasm she kept it simple. ”After our joint piano/dance practices… it’s like the cherry on top of the night, right?” She smiled up at him, her eyes shining, "Exactly what I was thinking." Anya felt as though she were walking on air, the tingle still going and her smile radiating in the night. They began walking down the sidewalk, and a funny thought crossed Anya's mind. "Better watch out for that taxi driver. Maybe he's on the hunt for unexpecting students, haha." She released her grip on his hand for a moment and held up her hands as though they had claws before letting a smirk show on her face. "But of course you can protect me Mr. Superhero." She looked up at him with doe like eyes and smiled sweetly, "Oh wait, I was supposed to keep quiet about that . . ." Her hand found Spencer's again, her fingers intertwining with his as her heart began to thump. notes // None

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[spencer]

With her hand locked with his, Spencer strode along happily out of the restaurant and onto the street. The warmth from the girl’s body radiated from her and seemed to fuel the giant grin plastered on his lips. He could get used to this. Anya’s hand left his momentarily as she joked about the taxi driver, but before Spencer could react with more than a laugh, he felt her fingers again. All smiles, he looked up to the clear, darkening sky. It was like he was drunk on this feeling, the butterflies were slowing to a stop in his stomach.

”Oh geeze, you’re right,” Spencer spoke with laugh sprinkling his words. ”He’s probably on the lookout for a gorgeous redhead who criticized his completely understandable driving.” His teasing tone echoed on the empty street as they made their way down the sidewalk toward the intersection of a busy street. He swung his arm lightly, taking Anya’s with it. ”Anya, he was just trying to get you to your date as quickly as possible! You can’t hate the guy for looking out for you.”

Another laugh escaped his mouth at her superhero comment. He would never be rid of this, would he? Spencer, his smile spread from ear to ear and squinted his eyes in jest at the redhead on his side. Their steps slowed down as they had reached the street’s intersection. A red hand blared brightly from the streetlight, ordering them to stop until the flow of traffic had changed. Spencer’s sneakers slid to a halt and he turned to face Anya.

”You were supposed to keep quiet… Whatever am I going to do with you, blabbing my secret like that?” As he spoke, Spencer used their hands to lift up Anya’s arm and spun her around playfully. When she came back around, the boy used his other arm to catch her around the waist. The gesture transformed into a warm hug that lingered momentarily, and Spencer could feel his heart beat quicken as he pulled away from the girl, pausing to brush her hair around her shoulder. ”That’s my hug from earlier,” he said, his tone soft.

The change of the traffic light caught his attention, and he nodded across the street. ”I think I’ll take us up through the gardens.” Spencer’s hand found the redhead’s and he began walking again. They had already done cheesy romantic dinner by candlelight, might as well exploit the fact that the Academy had an expansive garden to walk around in at sunset. ”How long have you been at Silas? Have you been there before?”

[kiipcha]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-image: url(http://i1222.photobucket.com/albums/dd500/Kiipcha/oceanbreezebg-1.png); padding-bottom: 20px;] words // 510 // outfit // click here // tagged // Spencer spread your wings AND LET YOUR FEATHERS TOUCH THE SKY ”He’s probably on the lookout for a gorgeous redhead who criticized his completely understandable driving.” A warm blush formed on her cheeks and she laughed at his slightly teasing words. He swung his arm and Anya's followed, it was becoming obvious that he had sensed her feelings for him and so far it seemed like he was reciprocating them. ”Anya, he was just trying to get you to your date as quickly as possible! You can’t hate the guy for looking out for you.” She giggled, still doubting that that was true but going along with it anyway. "Yeah, I'll make sure to thank him for nearly crashing so I could get to you." The red crossing light burned bright and joined the various other lights casting their glow over the two students. Spencer stopped and Anya followed, smiling as her turned to face her. ”You were supposed to keep quiet… Whatever am I going to do with you, blabbing my secret like that?” He spun her around and her smile grew. His hand moved to her waist and her blush deepened yet her smile remained the same. "I don't know, maybe I'll just have to put tape over my mouth or something." Her voice grew quieter as he pulled her into a hug. Anya's heart started to beat faster and her eyes widened for a second before closing in pure bliss. She draped her arms around his neck and exhaled softly. He pulled away, brushing her hair behind her shoulder as she did so causing the tingle feeling to grow. ”That’s my hug from earlier,” Her heart was still beating fast, and it took all of her strength to not let her knees buckle just at the sound of his voice. "Yay . . ." Anya's voice was quiet and airy in tone, still feeling as though she were floating. She mentally kicked herself for her airhead comment and tried to change it. "Er, I mean . . ugh . . . you know what, I'm going to stick with yay." The light changed color and the two made their way across the street hand in hand. ”I think I’ll take us up through the gardens.” This date was turning into textbook romance and Anya was actually loving it. She was floating on cloud nine, her heart still thumping against her chest as they reached the other side. ”How long have you been at Silas? Have you been there before?” Anya smiled back up at him, the street lights illuminating their faces with a soft glow. "This is actually my first year at Silas, and no I don't think I have been to the gardens before. I remember the lady that was giving us a tour sort of waving her hand towards it but then she just took us to see the dorms." Her heart had finally stopped beating so hard from the hug and she was beginning to regain some of her cool, or at least what was left of it. "What about you? How long have you been here?" notes // None

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[spencer]

When he heard it was only her first year, his mind went back to the story she had shared about the events that caused her to come to Silas. It must have not happened too long ago, then. His cheery mood suffered a bit of a blow as he thought about Anya, in pain, probably terrified in some sterile lab room—he sobered up a bit, losing his excessive grin but still able to retain his smile.

”It’s my second-and-a-half year,” he answered. He’d came to Silas during the winter semester because he graduated high school a little early. ”Nothing special, it’s just a garden. I hear they light it up really cool at night though, but I’ve only seen it from my dorm.” The vision of the fountain in the middle of the garden and the labyrinth off to the outskirts of the courtyard, flowered and lit up, for some reason made him think of the Masquerade Ball. Spencer nearly opened his mouth to mention it, but shut his lips tightly before any words escaped. He had already asked Maeve… and they were going, as friends, but even though Spencer had had a crush on the girl since he met her, he felt like kicking himself.

Figures, one of the few times he works up the courage to ask a beautiful girl to a dance (okay, okay, not a lot of courage, as friends, and all that) he meets another beautiful girl a few days later. It was just his luck that that one seemed to reciprocate his budding feelings. As they walked, stepping off the sidewalk and onto a hard dirt path that lead up to the Academy, Spencer’s stomach dropped. What if Anya was going with someone, too? Irrationally, he felt a tinge of jealousy and then self-conscious thoughts began to creep back into his brain. They were on something of a date right now, but he’d never brought up anything official, or even told Anya he liked her. Spencer tended to avoid those types of conversations in order to bypass any awkward silences or forced confrontations, but maybe his evasive tendencies were what kept getting him in the as friends position in the first place.

What if she was testing the waters with a few guys? The Ball—all of the ambience, the fancy dress, the slow dancing… if Anya was going to the dance with some guy, she’d probably fall for him. And where would that leave Spencer? Would she—

No. Stop it. Spencer visibly shook his head, trying to remove his rambling thoughts. He didn’t even know if she was going. These stupid insecurities needed to be shoved away.

The garden was in sight. The heavy bushes surrounding the exterior of the courtyard were woven with lights, and the tiered fountain up in the middle of the courtyard bubbled loud enough for Spencer to hear. Lightning bugs flickered on and off slowly, casting glints of yellow over the grass. The boy broke away from Anya’s grasp and bent down to the nearest flowering shrub and picked off a flower, ripping the stem short. He turned back to her with a sweet smile and moved in close, using his hand to brush her hair behind her ear. Spencer tucked the flower there was well—a white daisy—and stepped back a fraction to look at her. ”Gorgeous,” he said. ”But you didn’t need the flower for that, anyway.”

[kiipcha]

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[spencer]

A light laugh escaped his lips when she tucked the new flower into his shirt pocket. ”Thanks. We match,” he said simply, tucking his chin in to look down at his own decorative foliage. The smile was still on his face. It seemed to be permanent, tonight. Spencer couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this way. His cheeks tinged pink on this realization—god, he really had it bad. Was it possible for him to not fall head over heels so quickly?

His eyes rested back on Anya, watching as pieces of her hair floated in the cool breeze. The flower became jostled by the wind, and Spencer stepped in, arm extended, to fix it. Gently, he re-tucked the stem in behind her ear. In an attempt to keep it held down better this time, he brought his fingers up to the part of her hair and pushed it back slowly, tenderly letting his hand trail down the girl’s porcelain skin as he push the red locks off behind the flower again.

When he’d finished, his hand lingered around her jaw. There was a silence, complete with the sound of crickets in the background, but it wasn’t awkward. Well, maybe it was awkward, but Spencer couldn’t tell over how fiercely his heart was beating in his chest. His mind was a conflicting, nervous mess, but perhaps this would make up for the fact that he hated those confrontational conversations.

His fingers slid down to her chin and held it up ever so slightly and in one movement, he had stepped in closer and Spencer caught her lips lightly with his own. The boy's hand dropped down to the curve of Anya's waist as he kissed her, his stomach doing flips.

[kiipcha]

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[spencer]

Anya’s lips were as soft and warm as he’d imagined. Spencer grinned into the kiss when he felt her arms around his neck, and his grin remained when they pulled apart.

At her words, the boy spoke. ”I take it that wasn’t out of line?” he asked shyly, his face still plastered with that never-ending grin. Spencer brought his hand up to the back of his head, ruffling his hair again, attempting to distract her from his slight blush. He laughed. ”Kinda wanted to do that for a while,” the boy admitted, letting his arm drop to the side and take her fingers in his own. He noticed a mosquito on her arm and swiped it off. Damn things… It was about that time.

The sun was completely down now and only a small orange hue peaked over the cityscape of Willowbrook. The rest of the sky was a solid blue-black gradient, punctured by stars. ”I should probably get you home…” he began, taking his eyes off the sky and letting them fall on the bright, red-haired beauty in front of him. ”I had,” slight pause as he searched for the words, ”a really amazing night, Anya.” “Really amazing” didn’t quite cover it, but he didn’t want to look like an over-enthusiastic little school boy with his first crush.

[kiipcha]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-image: url(http://i1222.photobucket.com/albums/dd500/Kiipcha/oceanbreezebg-1.png); padding-bottom: 20px;] words // 378 // outfit // click here // tagged // Spencer spread your wings AND LET YOUR FEATHERS TOUCH THE SKY ”I take it that wasn’t out of line?” She laughed quietly and nodded her head. Was it only her or did it seem like the fireflies were sort of dancing all around them? This was starting to turn into a dream like disney movie. The redhead just had to hope that some dragon wasn't about to show up. This fairytale was to perfect to end. He grasped her hands with his own, causing her grin to grow further. She declared that her cheeks were going to hurt tomorrow from the permanent smile that had formed on her face. It wouldn't surprise her if she even retained the smile when she drifted off to sleep. ”Kinda wanted to do that for a while,” Her face seemed to glow with happiness as she looked up into his dark eyes. "Same here." He swiped a mosquito off of her arm, reminding her that it was still a summer night. It wouldn't be long before the garden was full of the little pests. ”I should probably get you home…” He was probably right. Anya would much rather end the date here instead of waiting for it to end after receiving a million bug bites. ”I had,” Her brown eyes widened with interest as he searched for the right words. Surely it couldn't end with something bad. Unless he was some sort of player, and Spencer didn't seem like the type. ”a really amazing night, Anya.” She resisted the breath of relief that wanted to escape from her, and instead just retained her sweet smile. "I did too. More than amazing, but after my little wow moment I'm sort of lost for appropriate words." The two students walked back to the girl dormitory, their hands never releasing until they arrived at the door. Before opening the door, Anya turned around to face Spencer and give him a little kiss on the cheek before pulling back. "Good night Superhero Spencer." Her voice kept an airy and dreamy quality as she forced herself to let go of his hands. She unlocked the door, checking for any buckets of water that may fall down upon her to discover none. The door clicked shut after she stepped inside, and signaled the end of the textbook romance night. notes // None

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