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Post by dominic on Aug 1, 2011 14:08:49 GMT -6
He was slightly disappointed that Payton didn’t know the Salsa, but she was a ballet dancer that surely had been her focus, not learning all types of other dances. Perhaps it was better if they learned together. Any blunder on either one’s part would be less embarrassing as neither would be good at it to start. Dominic may not have been like a lot of the young men at Hogwarts, but he was still human and could be just as prideful as the next person. He didn’t think there was really any escape from such a thing. One could strive to be humble, but no one truly was. Whether the pride be completely internal or displayed for others to see. “Together then, I actually quite like the sound of that.” He knew the basics, but had never had the opportunity to try out the steps or practice them with a partner. It involved rather good control of one’s hip movements. Dominic would soon find out just how much swagger he had.
Dominic didn’t protest her declining his offer for food, but he also didn’t order any for himself. His hunch had obviously, by Payton not accepting, been unsound. He put it out of his mind, except for the notion that maybe such fattening treats weren’t in her diet. The girl he had dated last year, the ballerina, was on a strict diet herself. Something about needed to stay thin in order to make it easier for the males to lift them and a slender shape being more elegant when leaping into the air. He personally favoured females with curves, something to grab a hold of. Payton had curves she wasn’t a stick figure, which Dominic liked. “As you wish.” He submitted not letting the declined offer linger past its prime.
When it came to academics Dominic wasn’t much for group studies. He preferred a solitary approach to his work, but to say that spending more time with Payton didn’t appeal to him would have been a lie. Besides there were some things that managed to stump him, and he was sure to be a big help to her if need be too. “I’d like that.” Dominic admitted indulging in a few more sips of his cooled tea. He liked it better piping hot but it was easier to consume when it was cool. “Is there any subject that you struggle with especially?”
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Post by payton on Aug 4, 2011 19:06:32 GMT -6
He seemed a bit reluctant to say yes to studying together. Honestly, Payton could use a study buddy. She wasn't very good at homework, and wasn't good at studying. She wasn't sure why she was so bad at concentrating on her studies. Sipping her tea some more, she tried to think of an excuse to get him to say yes, but was rewarded with one without trying an excuse. She smiled, her eyes lighting up. Yes, yes that would be fine. "My worst subject would have to be potions to be honest," she said, rolling her eyes. It truly was the most difficult. She didn't have any cooking skills whatsoever. Not that potions was like cooking, but it was still mixing together ingredients and knowing what each potion could do.
"What subjects do you struggle with? I find that I'm best in Charms," she said. Reaching up, Pay tucked a chunk of hair behind her ear, trying to get it out of her face. It was so long, reaching her waist, and it was sometimes unmanageable, like right now. Finishing the rest of her tea, Payton was beginning to feel kind of restless. She wasn't sure what to do with herself. She just powered through two cups of tea, something very American like, and she was fidgeting. She had been sitting for too long. Payton hoped she wasn't being rude, but Dominic did look like he was almost done with his tea. Who knew if he wanted more though. She raised a hand and the mousy haired woman came back. She slid some coins onto the table, paying for her tea.
"I have an idea," she said, "Want to go for a walk? Maybe find a nice park to sit in? It's such a lovely day outside, I would hate to waste it." Payton stood slowly, her eyes twinkling. Being outside would make her feel better. The breeze on her face, the sun warming her cheeks, everything about being outside on a nice crisp fall day would make her feel great. She stretched her arms, enjoying loosening up her muscles. Looking around, she saw not many people were here anymore, and that the waitresses were just cleaning tables and gossiping. Maybe it was close to closing time? Peeking out a window she saw people hurrying about to get their shopping done. It couldn't possibly be almost closing time here! But she didn't have the time, so she didn't know.
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Post by dominic on Aug 4, 2011 20:31:00 GMT -6
Dominic actually enjoyed potions. It most likely had something to do with the fact that he was so precise himself. He was a bit of a pounce, in the sense that Dominic never left his dorm room without making sure that every hair was in place, his clothes were pressed with each crease in a straight line, everything tucked in, tightened, and aligned just so. With potions, it was that kind of precision that made it fascinating for Dom. He could excel at it because he was able to follow instruction to the letter. His hand was always steady and eye always keen. But potions wasn’t his favourite class, History of Magic was, it was also what he was best at.
His tea was almost drunk down to the drudges, one cup to Payton’s two, but he didn’t mind. Dominic didn’t drink tea to quench his thirst he drank tea to savor the flavour. “I’d have to say Transfigurations. It’s always been a bit of a paradox for me. I understand the physics of it better than the practice, going with Gamp’s Law, matter being able to change, but I suppose I’m simply more apt for theory and concoctions than I am defying nature, as it was intended.” But then he wasn’t completely horrible with Charms. Maybe that was because charms were simpler. Sipping the last remains of liquid Dominic set his teacup onto the saucer gazing across the table curiously at Payton. “If you wouldn’t mind, I would like to pay for your tea.” He found it difficult to allow Payton to pay for herself.
Dominic was the old fashioned sort, something that he figured Payton was aware of now that he had spent some time with her. He opened doors, walked on her left, pulled out chairs, waited for her to drink before he did, kept himself respectable, little things that when you bunched them all up together spelled out the same thing. Surely she would understand his offer wasn’t only out of politeness but necessity. “I could do for a walk. Hyde Park isn’t too far away from here.” It was a beautiful place, tranquil. The rose garden would probably be of interest to her.
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Post by payton on Aug 6, 2011 20:36:00 GMT -6
there's a fire starting in my heart reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] ROLLING IN THE DEEP !
Payton was glad that he wanted to get out of here too. He even went so far as to mention a park nearby! She smiled, nodding her head. She couldn't wait to get out in that crisp fall air. At the mention of paying for her tea, she tried to protest but found that he'd slipped the waitress money before she could finishing paying. She tucked her coins back into her coat pocket. He was such a gentleman. She was a bit surprised that he had offered to pay for her tea, since he barely knew her, but Payton supposed that the ladylike thing was to just accept his charitable offer and go along with it. Standing, she pulled her coat back on, sliding her arms into her sleeves. Tugging lightly on her hair, she pulled it from the back of her coat. Wrapping a scarf around her neck, that she produced from her coat pocket, Payton made sure it was secure before beginning to button her coat.
Exiting the shop with Dominic, she took a big inhalation of the air. The crisp smell, made mostly of dead leaves and smoke from the shop, comforted her. This was her favorite season, then winter. Spring was her least favorite, because the temperatures were always fluctuating so much that it was hard to tell if she should bring a jacket or not. Fall was just right though. She could wear a nice pair of jeans and a jacket and be just fine. Being November, fall was just about over. Sticking her hands inside her coat pocket, Payton continued to walk along the cobbled streets, Dominic by her side.
"You know, transfiguration does have that effect on some people. Other students I've talked to seem to think that way. For me its more of being able to have that clear concentration to get my wand to do exactly what I want. Whether its stirring potions or turning a tea cup into a mouse, sometimes things just go nuts," she said, not being able to gesture very well when her hands were in her pockets. She wasn't half bad in Transfiguration to be honest. She was an okay student in it. But Potions, well potions was another matter. Payton didn't seem to ever get a potion right, even when she triple checked the directions.
Small screaming children ran past her, chasing a kid on a new broomstick. She smiled at them. Oh to be young and carefree again... Here she was, thinking things like that, when she was only sixteen. She kept watching the kids for a few more seconds and then continued on the way. She almost caught the edge of her boot on a misplaced brick, but caught in time by happening to look down at the fire colored path. Payton checked her coat pocket for her book, and almost had a panic attack, but found it. She had one of those undetectable expandable charms placed on her pockets, so she could store things in there. She thought for a moment that her book was still back at the tea shop, but thank goodness it wasn't.
"So what's your lifes ambition Dominic?" she asked. A rather deep question really. Not many knew what they wanted to do for the rest of their lives. Especially at sixteen. But Payton already knew. She knew that she wanted to dance until she was thirty five or forty, and then open her own dance school. By then she would be a very seasoned dancer and would be well respected within the dance world. She, of course, did not foresee something horrible happening to her to make it so that she couldn't dance, so anything other than her dream was unacceptable.
624 WORDS , DOMINIC , OUTFIT , HOPE IT WAS GOOD!! |
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Post by dominic on Aug 7, 2011 20:51:17 GMT -6
THIS IS A LESSON IN PROCRASTINATION( I kill myself because I'm so frustrated [/b][/size] )e v e r y • s i n g l e • s e c o n d • t h a t • I • p u t • i t • o f f • m e a n sanother lonely night I've got to race the clock[/i][/center][/font] • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •
Watching the woman take his money, that sly look in her eyes that informed Dominic that she was helping him out in a subtle way, he gave her an appreciative smile. In the age that they lived in it was often difficult to tell whether or not gentlemanly gesture would be taken as a good sign or not. Some females preferred that independence of doing everything for themselves, like if a door was opened for them they would find it chauvinistic rather than courtesy, as though he were viewing them as incompetent to the point that they couldn’t even open a door for themselves. But that was never his intention. The same thing applied with offering to pay for Payton’s tea. She could take it in an offense way, as though Dominic was insinuating that she couldn’t pay for it herself. It was always difficult to tell, but when Payton didn’t protest and slipped her own money back into her pocket Dominic sighed in relief internally.
Dominic grabbed his records from underneath the table and shrugged into his coat adjusting the collar, which had flipped up in the process. It might have made him look more daring that way but that wasn’t the look that Dom really strived for. He preferred the clean-cut, respectable sort of image that he had. Dominic wanted Payton to be viewed, by association, as a charming young lady, not like many of the other girl’s who could have rumours spread about them because they hung around the bad boys. The comparison from the warm, homey feeling that the teashop had to the brusque autumn air outside made his cheeks tingle for a couple of seconds while Dominic acclimated to the change.
“My struggle with the class could also be the dormant knowledge that if we simply transfigure everything that we need, or the majority at least, it could seriously mess with consumerism.” It seemed silly to him, given that Dominic had never had the misfortune of wanting for anything, that he should create a lull in production, his demand, or lack there of in this case, directly effecting the supply. “I don’t think wizards realize the potential disruption in the economy that Transfigurations can have.” A businessman had raised him so this particular aspect had donned on Dominic in his first year.
Though Dominic could have gone into extensive detail about the potential problems of overusing Transfigurations in the wizarding world, the group of children cut him short, luckily. He didn’t want to bore Payton. Besides, the little excerpt that he had given her was enough for her to form her own opinion based on a different view. She didn’t need him preaching his views at her the whole time.
The change of conversation was appreciated. “I’m not entirely sure. I would like to do something worth-while with myself. Help people in some way. I’ve been considering a few options- a liaison in the Department of International Magical Cooperation or Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. I hear the Ministry is always looking for people who have a good rapport with Goblins and I’ve been dabbling in learning Goobledegook.” He veered them off in an adjacent direction, looking both ways before guiding Payton across the road. • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •
WORDS! 544 STATUS! Complete NOTES! I can’t take the word Goobledegook seriously. TAGS! Payton INSPIRATION! Aerosmith- Kiss your past goodbye TEMPLATE CREDIT! Arro @ Caution 2.0 PICTURE CREDIT!
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Post by payton on Aug 8, 2011 18:24:29 GMT -6
there's a fire starting in my heart reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] ROLLING IN THE DEEP !
She wasn't gonna lie. She wasn't really into business, and the reason for why things happened. She didn't care about the why, she cared about the thing itself. If she had to think too deeply into the reactions of what would happen by altering certain events, or by altering a form (in the case of Transfiguration), then she honestly didn't want to. Sounds weird, but that's how it was. She didn't really care about the mechanics of how things worked. Unless of course it was with dancing. Then everything was about mechanics.
She couldn't help herself, and ended up giggling at the word gobbledegook. She covered her mouth and tried to stop giggling, failing for a few moments before recovering. "I'm glad that you're interested in that kind of career. I hear that it has great benefits, and you would always enjoy it. I personally don't know what I would do, other than dance. Someday I want to own my own studio and teach little kids. I love kids," she said, trailing off. Besides dancing, reading, and reciting poetry to random people she meets, Payton loved little kids. Sticky hands and all. She didn't care if they were screaming, she just loved playing with them, reading to them, and hanging around with them.
A cold breeze wound around them, and she loved it. Autumn was by far her favorite season. She inhaled the scent of the world around them. She could smell pumpkin pie, teas of all flavors, apples, everything about fall that she loved. Her cheeks were pink from the wind, but the sting of them felt good. It meant she was still alive to feel it. She rubbed her fingers together in her pockets, warming them up. "Your take on Transfiguration is quite amazing Dom, but rather than looking at it from a buy/sell prospective, why don't you look at it from a useful prospective? Say you're lost in the woods, and you don't know how to apparate. You need a bed, shelter, and food. What do you do?" Strategists. She mostly hated them, but she was one. Which made her a weeeee bit hypocritical.
"I would simply transfigure something into food. And probably compile a bed of moss and things into, well, a bed." She didn't want to disband his theory, but she was a debater, an arguer some might say. Payton had a strange way of looking at things sometimes.
624 WORDS , DOMINIC , OUTFIT , It is a funny word! Even Pay laughed! |
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Post by dominic on Aug 8, 2011 21:55:04 GMT -6
THIS IS A LESSON IN PROCRASTINATION( I kill myself because I'm so frustrated [/b][/size] )e v e r y • s i n g l e • s e c o n d • t h a t • I • p u t • i t • o f f • m e a n sanother lonely night I've got to race the clock[/i][/center][/font] • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •
He wasn’t really concerned about the benefits of any particular job. If that were any sort of motivator for choosing his career path then Dominic would have just stuck with what his grandfather wanted him to do, take over the family business. What did fuel Dominic’s desires was the want for his vocation to satisfy him, be rewarding for the efforts that he put into it. There were still a couple years for him to figure out what it was that he wanted to do with the rest of his life. The same went for Payton. She had been dancing so long already though that it seemed likely that she would continue doing so on into adulthood- at least until she had to retire.
“One does need a certain amount of patience when dealing with children and if you love them then it seems like a decent idea to teach them what you love. Anyone can teach a child how to dance but I have a feeling you’ll teach them much more than that. Like the appreciation that should be used.” He voiced his opinion affably. His own dance teacher had been more concerned about over charging his grandparents than giving Dominic a positive reception for the dances that he was learning. Luckily, he had developed one all on his own. When he had children Dominic could only hope that he would be able to find a dance teacher for them that had the proper affection to give them what they deserved.
He too was fond of the warm feelings that came with autumn. Everything was always in transition on earth and Dominic thought that it allowed for other things to grow and change with it. Like the changing of seasons, people were constantly transitioning from one state of being to another, evolving. As Payton posed an interesting question he couldn’t help but to smile. He could see what she was trying to do. Dom had taken a rather negative viewpoint on Transfiguration in his little spiel and she was merely pointing out the positive that could come from it.
“I do agree that it can be useful.” He admitted. That hadn’t been his point to begin with, Dominic had just been expressing that it wasn’t something that people should abuse for their every whim. “But, for the sake of argument, if I were lost in the woods without the capability of apparition I would use simple navigation to find my way out, moss always grows on the north side of trees, and the constellation, The Archer, always points north as well. I could use either method to keep me on a straight path to get me out. One could also fashion themselves shelter from the elements with natural resources, make a fire, hunt, gather berries… I was raised as a muggle and I’ve never been one to rely solely on magic to provide for me.” Dominic didn’t want to be helpless if something were to happen to him. He had learned a lot of the woods from the days spent hunting with his grandfather. Dominic was a resourceful sort of person. • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •
WORDS! 522 STATUS! Complete NOTES! N/A TAGS! Payton INSPIRATION! Siouxsie and the Banshees- Spellbound TEMPLATE CREDIT! Arro @ Caution 2.0 PICTURE CREDIT!
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Post by payton on Aug 14, 2011 7:14:47 GMT -6
there's a fire starting in my heart reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] ROLLING IN THE DEEP !
Payton huffed. He'd beaten her in a game of wits. She too was a muggleborn, so she was used to relying on her muggle ways. But honestly, if she had magic, why not use it to help her survival? If she didn't have to sleep on a bed of rocks and moss because she could transfigure those items into a mattress, then why should she? And if she could just shoot up a spell into the air, hoping that a wizard would find her, then sure, lets do it! But he was right, she could use the stars to find her way back. Or use her wand to simply point north. She hated admitting that someone else was right, that she wasn’t the one who was besting someone in a small argument.
She shoved her hands deeper in her pockets. She wasn't gonna lie, she was upset that he'd beaten her in a game of wits. But oh well. She smiled then. "Yeah, I suppose you're right. I am muggleborn too, but if I have the opportunity to make things easier on myself whilst trying to do something, then I think I would take it. I know it sounds petty, I know it sounds like giving up, but to make things easier on myself I would rely on magic to do so. I’ve never camped in my life before, and don’t know much about nature, so magic would probably help me more than trying to figure out how to make a shelter for myself. And my luck, I would have picked the poisonous berries,” she added, laughing lightly.
She scuffed her feet along, trying to think of something to say. Then she remembered that he’d said that she would be good at teaching children to dance, because of her passion for dance. And the fact that she could teach them to appreciate the art instead of just doing it to get noticed, or doing it because they’re bored. It takes hard work and determination! ”Thank you Dom that was kind of you to say about me teaching children to dance someday. I really hope to change their lives with it.” She smiled, remembering the children that had just run by. Perhaps they wouldn’t be her students, but the muggle children would surely flock to her studio to learn. Not many Wizards cared for muggle things. Even if it was something as beautiful as dancing. Payton saw the park just ahead and sighed. She was glad they’d found it, because parks were usually tranquil and calming. Not that she needed to calm down or anything, but she just liked the peaceful nature and feel of a park.
624 WORDS , DOMINIC , OUTFIT ,Sorry its poopy. |
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Post by dominic on Aug 15, 2011 19:28:33 GMT -6
THIS IS A LESSON IN PROCRASTINATION( I kill myself because I'm so frustrated [/b][/size] )e v e r y • s i n g l e • s e c o n d • t h a t • I • p u t • i t • o f f • m e a n sanother lonely night I've got to race the clock[/i][/center][/font] • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •
There was so much that a person could figure out if only they paid enough attention. With Dominic’s focus mostly on Payton, only divided by the common courtesy, not to mention safety, of minded where they walked, he hadn’t missed her little huff of frustration. He hadn’t meant to upset her of course. That was never a goal of his. Dominic had just been answering her to the best of his ability. The tables could have easily been turned if the subject was something that he wasn’t knowledgeable about, it was just as likely that they next time their opinions differed she could be the one to best him. His grandfather had taught him a very valuable life lesson at a young age; if was always better to admit that you’re wrong when it comes to women, whether you were or not, than to argue with them. Dominic hadn’t really taken that to heart yet, feeling that if he was asked for his opinion he should give it. Dom had conflicting beliefs. On the one hand he always told the truth, and on the other telling the truth could make people view him in a negative light, which he certain did not want, especially when it came to Payton.
His head bowed respectively. “To each their own.” Just because Dominic didn’t like to rely on magic didn’t mean that an opposing view point was necessarily wrong, just different and he didn’t have any problem with people having differences. It was evident considering who his best friend was- polar opposites most would say. Some people just clicked and he had that same feeling with Payton. She was shaping up to be excellent company. Payton was sweet, lovable, smart- there really wasn’t a thing about her so far that Dominic didn’t like.
Thankful for the change of subject he offered her a charming smile directing her in through one of the many entrances of the park. It was still green and lush, though not as much as it would have been during the spring, it was still beautiful and very peaceful. The crowd was sparse, a group of children attempting to fly a kite getting a running head start down the hill, doing their best not to get the strings tangled together, an older man walking along one of the paths alone staring up at the horizon as he went and a fair pairs of people, most of which were couples. “You’re welcome.” Dominic pushed his glasses up further on the bridge of his nose making them sit more comfortably. “I’m sure you can do it. I like to think that I’m a decent enough judge of character, and you, my dear, would be perfect for enlightening the youth.” • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •
WORDS! 457 STATUS! Complete NOTES! No worries TAGS! Payton INSPIRATION! Stark Sands- Don’t Be Cruel TEMPLATE CREDIT! Arro @ Caution 2.0
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Post by payton on Aug 24, 2011 17:01:07 GMT -6
there's a fire starting in my heart reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] ROLLING IN THE DEEP !
Payton smiled. Dom really knew how to make her smile, how to make her day better. Sitting on the bench Payton shuffled her feet on the cobblestones, causing a cloud of dust to pick up. She looked up at him, a slow blush creeping up into her cheeks. She'd just watched him push his glasses further up his nose and she reached out to straighten them on his face, her fingertips brushing his cheeks. A slight breeze lifted up and made the blush in her cheeks look more like she was just chilled. Quickly pulling her fingers away from his face, Payton looked around.
She saw an elderly couple cuddling on a bench further down from her and Dom. The woman was holding a brown paper bag with bread crumbs in it, which she was throwing out to the birds around her. Smiling she hoped that someday she could be that old lady. Not one that sat by herself, but one that had a husband who would cuddle with her. After a few seconds she watched them pop out of view, apparating back to wherever it was they lived probably. She tucked her hands underneath her thighs, warming her fingertips.
"Thanks for your vote of confidence Dom," she said. "And it was nice of you to invite me to this park, and to have tea with you, and to recommend this book for me." She pulled it from her coat pocket and opened it up to a page in the book. " Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size. But when I start to tell them, They think I'm telling lies. I say, It's in the reach of my arms The span of my hips, The stride of my step, The curl of my lips. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me." She closed the book. Words to live by. If she believed in herself like this poem made her want to, then maybe she would acheive more in life.
Setting the book down on the bench Payton looked up at Dom. Tucking some hair behind her ears she looked back up at Dominic. "You're quite the gentlemen." And in truth he was. He was being so perfect right now. He was escorting her everywhere, offering to pay for her drinks, holding doors for her, and even rescuing her from random wind storms. In reality it was kind of weird how gentlemen like he was, but she liked him. He was so kind to her, where many brits weren't because of her hometown being in the USA.
624 WORDS , DOMINIC , OUTFIT ,Sorry its poopy. |
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Post by dominic on Aug 24, 2011 18:59:22 GMT -6
THIS IS A LESSON IN PROCRASTINATION( I kill myself because I'm so frustrated [/b][/size] )e v e r y • s i n g l e • s e c o n d • t h a t • I • p u t • i t • o f f • m e a n sanother lonely night I've got to race the clock[/i][/center][/font] • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •
She had such an affectionate smile that whenever it was directed at him seemed to spread warmth through his entire body. There weren’t many people that had that sort of effect on him. Payton was the type of person, it seemed, that could make even the most surly of people smile, an infectious presence, in only the best way possible. As she tried to fix his glasses for him, her fingertips brushing against his cheeks, Dominic couldn’t help but enjoy her touch. It was so gently and caring, all that love that she possessed within her made his pulse quicken just a little bit more. For obvious reasons, Payton was embarrassed from having touched him in such a way. Despite it being innocent, with only the most honourable of intentions, there was something else laced in it, at least Dominic felt that there was.
Rather than calling her out on it or anything remotely blunt he left the moment pass gracefully. He wasn’t much for putting people on the spot, though it did happen occasionally. There were just times when two people were attracted and it could be felt. Was there really need to point it out? Dominic didn’t think so. Establishing an understanding was necessary though. He didn’t have any expectations from Payton, didn’t think that she needed to act on any urges that she might have been feeling at the moment, or discuss the emotions that were likely rising. Dominic wanted to be her friend first, jumping into things was hardly conducive to his upbringing.
“You’re most welcome.” A smile touched his lips. “You’ve been pleasurable to be around.” A friendship was easily blossoming, one that he had every intention of continuing and nurturing to its full potential, if Payton would be so kind as to have him. Listening to her read the poem was heavenly, her voice angelic. The poem itself inspirational and worthy of heeding. Him being a gentleman couldn’t all be contributed to his grandparent’s teachings. Dominic’s own personal beliefs played a factor in it as well. “I do try, though sometimes I feel I might fall short.” One couldn’t please everyone all at once after all. “In the case of women I’ve always felt that they are to not only be respected but also appreciated, for all of the goodness that they possess. You make it rather easy for me to be gentlemanly Payton.” She hadn’t shown any ill-favouring attributes as of yet. • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •
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