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Post by taylor on Jul 4, 2011 16:05:33 GMT -6
  taylor smiled as she fixed the mask on infront of the mirror; her reflection copying her movement for movement. it had been a while since she'd had a chance to dress up like this - a long while - and she'd taken the opportunity to dress nice. though her dress was not quite as victorian-masqurade type style as she'd have wanted, it was a classic of hers. the bodice clung to her torso, tight on her slim figure and excentuating her curves. it flared out at the hips to a larger skirt, all a dark violet in colour that neared ebony in the shadows casted by folds.
the tips of her toes could just be seen, peeking out of dark purple heels that she'd brought for this occasion. she wore no jewellery for tonight, keeping things simple, her hair naturally curled and carefully styled to pin a few curls back but leave more of it in wild tumbling waves over her shoulders. she'd enhanced her hazel eyes with a smoky grey shadow of eye make-up, and had shaded her lips two shades darker than their natural colour, making them appear fuller. but otherwise she went natural with the make-up, lucky that her skin was so clear and fresh.
once all was ready, she smiled at her reflection, feeling a bowt of butterflies as she thought of the awaiting atticus beaumont, and a light grin touched her features. she felt quite delighted that he'd asked her to this, and she'd tried to rise to the occasion with her outfit. she knew he'd look dashing as always, she only hoped she could look right standing - or dancing - beside him. taylor bit her lip, then chaised herself for almost getting rid of her lip stick.
she headed toward the great hall, but rather than head inside she waited just outside in the entrance, poised by the great doors. she'd planned to meet with atticus just outside, and it seemed that she was here a little early. it was no bother - she'd rather be early than late - and she simply smoothed out a crease in her dress and stood patiently to wait...
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Post by atti on Jul 5, 2011 13:50:03 GMT -6
Formal functions were something that Atticus knew well. He’d grown up in a world that was full of them. Every summer, to mark the end of the school year and the beginning of the warm season, his mother and father hosted a grand ball, preceded by a garden party the day before. In the circle of pureblood families that still inhabited France, parties were just another part of life, and each family took it upon themselves to host their own and try to make it grander and better than their last, or those of the other families.
He had been pleasantly surprised when in his first year of teaching; Atticus had attended his first non-pureblood centered ball here at Hogwarts. There was no stuffy air of elegance or class that needed to be upheld, and the students and faculty simply enjoyed themselves to their hearts’ content without having to worry about which family was picking on who that night. Whatever parties, be they formal balls or not, that were held at Hogwarts were simply for the fun of it, and not to show off or impress, which was particularly refreshing to him given his rather sophisticated upbringing.
Now, in Miss Taylor Paxton’s first year of teaching, Atticus was given the chance to accompany her to her first ball at Hogwarts, as a teacher, that is. He had gone on particular lengths to ensure that tonight would go precisely as he planned. His attire was perfectly picked out and had been neatly pressed by the generous house elves who occupied the lower levels of the castle. For the past few weeks he had spent hours pouring over what to wear, which seemed rather odd as it wasn’t exactly the ‘manly’ thing to do, and although Atticus had always taken care of his appearance, but he wanted this to be absolutely perfect down to the very last detail, and if that meant spending extra time on the way he looked, he didn’t mind.
Giving himself one last look over in his full-length mirror, he quickly snatched up the few items that were waiting for him on the coffee table in the middle of his small living area. As he walked out the door, he fastened his watch around his right wrist, and slyly placed his wand in the holster that it contained, slipping in between his shirt and jacket. The mask was held limply in his hand, while the last item was held delicately, almost reverently in his hand as his feet carried him toward the Great Hall.
As if it was magic, Atticus’ eyes zoned in on her and only her. He felt bad for making her wait, even if he was precisely on time as he always was to everything, though his expression perked up as he neared her and revelled in her beauty. With a small conspicuous grin on his face, he crept up behind her silently, and brought up his right hand toward his neck. In the faintest of touches, the petals of the dark orchid he held in his hand brushed against the back of her neck in a small caress, letting her be known of his arrival.
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Post by taylor on Jul 5, 2011 14:48:42 GMT -6
taylor smiled at a few students as they walked past her into the hall, recognising very few of them, and marvelling at their costumes. they'd all gone to a lot of work and effort and it'd paid off; everyone looked great. some of them recognised taylor; seeing as she was certainly a recognisable teacher here and hardly well disgused. she peered into the hall as the doors opened and caught a glimpse of the magnificence inside.
the place was incredibly well decorated, going along with the masqurade theme. she caught a few tables with four seats instead of two and raised her eyebrows, wondering if that had meant to happen or if students had been messing with the seating plans or something. she rather hoped they weren't being irresponsible and taking advantage of this freedom. taylor herself had been to her fair share of parties; in hogwarts when she was a student, parties as a quidditch player - they'd been more like drinking drinking and more drinking in celebration...but this was something new and different, and so far she was loving it.
so much so had she been preoccupied by the interior of the great hall, she didn't hear him creep up behind her. she didn't know he was there until she felt the softest caress along the line of her neck. a light shiver coursed through her torso and she turned, a smile already on her lips as she looked up at him. "monsieur beaumont, what a pleasent surprise.." she teased gently, smiling and tilting her head slightly. "such a beautiful flower..." she murmered, catching sight of the orchid he'd touched to her neck, and admiring it.
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Post by atti on Jul 6, 2011 16:02:15 GMT -6
When Atticus had asked her to the Masquerade Ball quite some time ago, back in October when they’d met accidently during their crossed patrols of the corridors late at night, he’d been most worried that she’d say no. Or worse, that she’d say yes, but then not show face and leave him there like a fool. She seemed to be a woman of her word, and he admired that, but sometimes he felt as if she could be doing better things than wasting her time with him. At the best of times he felt as if he paled in comparison to her, just as he did now as he took in her appearance with light, appraising eyes.
She was, for a lack of better words, one of the most gorgeous things he’d seen in a very long time. He’d known his share of beautiful women in his time, but none seemed to measure up to this woman right in front of him. She was dressed simply, but the way everything complimented her to perfection took his breath away for a second, and he had to pause to remember how to breathe, let alone restart his heart and thoughts in her presence. What was he supposed to be doing here? Chaperoning? Yes, well, hopefully the other teachers had their eyes open, because his had already found exactly what he wanted to look at for the rest of the evening.
“Bonsoir, Mademoiselle,” he said, dipping low in a deep bow and bringing her soft hand to make contact with his lips in greeting. “It is indeed,” he said once he had rectified himself, twirling the short stem in his long fingers. “Though I’m afraid it is nothing compared to you, this night,” he offered it to her. “I feel as if it would feel much better with you, rather than in my incapable hands. Surely your beauty will rub off on the flower if you are to keep it.”
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Post by taylor on Jul 6, 2011 16:35:20 GMT -6
as her eyes fully processed the handsome french man before her, she couldn't blame her heart for skipping a few beats, surely creating some issue to her health that could not have been good for her. once the skipping was over her heart continued to pound at some ridiculous 100 per minute or something as such racing. she tried to calm it but no such luck, it appeared that her heart arithmia was the causation of atticus' proximity, and she was certanly not going to send him away, so she'd have to deal with the pounding heart. a small price to pay to spend an entire evening in his undivided company.
“Bonsoir, Mademoiselle,” she blushed as he bowed, feeling no such need for it, and feeling his soft lips upon her hand had the blush darkening to rose. her eyes watched the progress of his bow, unable to help but notice all the shades of dark chocolate and ebony within his hair, the way the muscles in his back and shoulder moved as he did beneath the handsome of his jacket. “It is indeed,” she smiled lightly, eyes unabashedly still watching him as he looks at her, peering out from beneath her mask to catch his own entrancing eyes,
“Though I’m afraid it is nothing compared to you, this night,” she blushed once more, that light rose creeeping into her make-up less cheeks as she looked up at him. "you compliment me too much." she said lightly, a small grin pulling her lips upward. "i am hardly what you seem to regard me as." she said gently, her tone and expression soft. it seemed that tonight, though she was flirting, there was a softness to her words, her thoughts... it showed that despite that outrageous flirting in the corridor the other day, that loss of control, she really did care for him, and she wasn't all fire and passion.. she was just as delicate, and soft as the petal of that orchid..and it did break. “I feel as if it would feel much better with you, rather than in my incapable hands. Surely your beauty will rub off on the flower if you are to keep it.”
she ducked her head slightly and looked up at him through the mask, grinning lightly, and taking the orchid. "thank you .. i'll guard it with my life." she smiled softly, utterly sincere as she reverently took the flower within a careful hand and made to tuck the flower into her hair, smiling as it stayed in place behind her ear, the flower appearing out of her hair and complimenting the purple of her dress. she grinned at atticus and looked toward the doors. " shall we kind sir?" she asked lightly, smiling and offering him her arm instead, teasing him a little as her mind flickered back to the corridor the other evening and how he'd offered her his arm...
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Post by atti on Jul 7, 2011 15:56:13 GMT -6
How he was going to be able to watch the students and make sure no one caused a ruckus this evening was beyond him. As soon as he’d been within eyesight of her, his eyes had immediately been attracted to her figure, a phenomenon he’d never felt before. He wasn’t sure it was because he had strong feelings for her, there was some sort of spell placed upon him, or because she was truly, just that beautiful. Whatever it was, he didn’t mind, but if he didn’t collect himself, he’d be in trouble; not only by Miss Paxton for staring at her, but also with the headmaster when he realized that one of his professors wasn’t performing his job to the level he was supposed to.
“Oh blush not so,” he began, not being able to help himself as he let the back of his fingers drift across the exposed skin of her cheeks. “Oh blush not so, or I shall think you knowing; and if you smile the blushing while, then maidenheads are going.” Lowly, he chuckled to himself. Never had that particular piece of literature ever had such a literal meaning to him. It was on the dirtier side of English poetry, but served its purpose nonetheless. His eyes appreciated the way the light rose of her cheeks gave her an innocent and childish look, complimenting her pink lips perfectly. Nervousness, or embarrassment, whatever had made her blush, had never looked so well on a person. “I assure you mademoiselle, every word from my lips is true and well deserved,” he said with conviction. Never had be spoke truer words, he was sure. Sometimes he felt like there were no words he could speak to her to express what he wanted to say. Nothing was strong enough, nothing conveyed the amount of appreciation he had for her, so he had to resign himself to simple compliments, sporadic and shallow, as words could only mean so much, and he meant much more.
“You are very welcome,” he said with a small nod in her direction, trying to glance around to at least make it seem like he was dedicated to his job and not his date. “I am very glad you like it,” he grinned and offered a hand to help her place the flower in her hair, when in reality, it was just an excuse to touch her. As his hand dropped back down to meet with his side, he felt his chest swell with pride. The gift he’d given her, the very first, though small, inexpensive compared to other things he could’ve given her, and simple, would be on show for all to see, as he held her on his arm, or rather he on hers with the way she was offering it. “Anything you wish, Madame,” he chuckled deeply and avoided her outstretched arm, noting it was the same way he’d offered her his not long ago before he’d ask her to the ball, as his own stronger arm wound around her and secured her close to him. “Though I do prefer this.”
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Post by taylor on Jul 8, 2011 8:04:24 GMT -6
“Oh blush not so,” she looked at him, encaptured by the tone of his voice, the words themselves as she felt his fingertips graze the flush of her cheeks. she couldn't help but turn her face into his touch, revelling in the texture of his fingertips on her skin, his slightly rougher than her own soft cheeks. “Oh blush not so, or I shall think you knowing; and if you smile the blushing while, then maidenheads are going.” she smiled softly, gazing at him. she was one for beautiful literature, was taylor, and though she found little time for it so much now, she knew the poem to which her date was quoting.
"There's a blush for want, and a blush for shan't, and a blush for having done it; there's a blush for thought, and a blush for nought, and a blush for just begun it...." she murmered after a moments pause, a grin slowly pulling at her lips as she looked at him. “I assure you mademoiselle, every word from my lips is true and well deserved,” she half smiled and titled her head slightly in a nod, looking at him with a soft, warm gaze. "and i shall believe it." she said, laughing lightly.
“You are very welcome,” she smiled and noticed him looking around. oh of course.. they were supposed to be looking out for the students too of course, and taylor chasitised herself for having been so involved in her date... watching him, listening to him .. being so absorbed by him that she'd forogtten to be keeping an eye out on the students. “I am very glad you like it,” she grinned when he did, always having loved his smile and watching him as he raised his hand to help her place the flower. “Anything you wish, Madame,” she smiled and a faint blush crept along her cheeks at his words. it had been a long while since any man had been such a gentleman to her.
she looked at him with a grin as he took an arm around her small waist and drew her close, her body pressed to his strong side. she turned her head up to look at him and made to wrap her arm around him in response, revelling in his close proximity, and the warmth and security of his arm around her. “Though I do prefer this." she raised her eyebrows slightly. "as to i..." she said with an almost whispered tone as she gazed up at him.
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Post by atti on Jul 9, 2011 11:45:43 GMT -6
Her skin was like heaven under his rough fingers, smooth, rosy and soft, like nothing he’d ever touched before. So soft and pliable he feared the roughness of his worn skin from years of labour with his wand, with magical creatures and various places, would grate against it painfully. He feared hurting her, scarring her skin, but she leaned into his touch and he knew all was well. He chuckled lightly when she recited the next verse of the poem, quite impressed that she knew it. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “I am impressed Mademoiselle. Would it be safe to deduce that you may enjoy literature as much as I?” he asked curiously, filing away this memory into a cabinet in his mind specially reserved for all things that concerned Miss Taylor Paxton. Slowly the cabinet was filling up with small facts and things he learned of her; things she liked, things she didn’t like, personality traits he attributed to her. Soon, he could tell, that cabinet would be full and he’d start another. Even in his mind, Atticus was organized. “I do hope so,” he said, listening to her bell-like laughter before joining in with his won.
Somehow, holding her against him felt right somehow, as if this was what he had been made to do. If that was so, he had certainly gotten one of the better tasks to be given. Who wouldn’t want to be at the side of this wonderful woman? Yes, he had come to realize it rather quickly; she was not there to be at his side, but he had hers. What she wanted he’d do, and he’d never ask anything of her. Simply being around her was more than enough. “I’m glad,” he said, tightening his hold on her slightly. “Shall we?” With his other hand he motioned to the doors of the Great Hall that were being held open. As much as he wanted to keep her to himself and stay there the entire night, they both had a job to do, and it was best for them to not anger the headmaster and actually show up and pretend (at he would) to look at something other than each other.
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Post by taylor on Jul 10, 2011 9:59:25 GMT -6
she smiled at him softly, her eyes on his handsome face, caught by those clear, concise eyes of his. “I am impressed Mademoiselle. Would it be safe to deduce that you may enjoy literature as much as I?” she tilted her head slightly, giving a small grin, a little shy as he spoke of being impressed. "i am hardly impressive, but i enjoy literature... however i'm ashamed to say i'm not as up to scratch as yourself," she said honestly, having it been a while since she'd had a chance to settle down with a decent book or poetry. she had always enjoyed literature, finding that it was a good way to expand your knowledge, your vocabulary and understanding of the world.. plus it was just rather enjoyable, was it not? she'd taken to reading some muggle classics, and found them absolutely fascinating, though not many people knew that of her .... most of the people who knew her figured that she was a quidditch fanatic seeing as she used to be a proffessional.
" I do hope so,” she nodded, a light smile tugging her lips upward. as he laughed she felt the need to hear it, and her own laughter quietened, her whole self drinking in the resonating sound of the gentle sound of his amusement, and it only made her want to make him do so again. as he held her against him she smiled in contentment, feeling perfectly at home tucked against his strong side, liking how she seemed to fit perfectly against him.
“I’m glad,” she felt his hold upon her tighten slightly, and she shot him a slightly curious glance. “Shall we?” she nodded lightly, indulging him with a grin. "of course," she said and made to move forward beside him, not bothered in the slightest who happened to see them together in such a way; the arm around was surely just innocent, and professors were at perfect liberty to attend the ball together if they wished. she headed forward in follow of where his free hand had pointed toward the doors, a soft smile upon her face as she glanced about the hall, looking for their table.
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Post by atti on Jul 11, 2011 19:05:21 GMT -6
“You do not do yourself justice, Taylor,” he said sternly, completely determined to drive the point through her skull and into her mind. Everything she did never ceased to amaze him, bring up the respect her had for her and push him toward that feeling he hadn’t felt in a very long time. A long time ago, a very long time ago, before he had decided to leave and travel the world, he had believed he had been in love. He had known her for a very long time (they’d been good friends as children) before any feelings began to develop. Though he had felt something similar to what he was beginning to feel for Taylor now, the force of it in such a short time never ceased to astound him. Certainly this was different than the last time. “Everything you do is quite amazing.”
His eyes quickly scanned the decorations of the Great Hall before falling back on Taylor. Surely Hogwarts had outdone itself with this. The tables for two were elegantly dressed with sleek linens, and some were punctuated by flowers, while others held candles. A large chandelier that reminded him of the one back in the Beaumont ballroom hung in the middle of the hall over the space left open for the students to dance. Off to the front of the hall, where the teachers’ podium was, sat a rather large group of musicians, already set to their task. “I believe we are over here,” he said, indicating with a wave of his hand to a table near the door with a black runner through the middle, the distinguishing mark for the teachers’ tables. So they were set by the door, that must mean that they were going to be in charge of keeping track of everyone that came in and out of the hall.
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Post by taylor on Jul 12, 2011 15:05:49 GMT -6
“You do not do yourself justice, Taylor,” taylor shook her head slightly, glancing at atticus. “Everything you do is quite amazing.” she half smiled, looking up at him softly. "you are too kind, atticus." she said lightly in return, but really she did not think he spoke truth. she hardly went around doing anything 'amazing'. she ate, slept, socialised and taught. none of that seemed amazing in any sense to her. she was just another woman in millions - but she didn't resent it. she was surprised atticus saw her in such a way, but pleased. she, herself, had started to develop rather strong feelings for the fellow professor.
oh she had been in love before, yes twice. the first time had been the naivety of youth, the second .. that had hurt. back when she'd still played proffessional quidditch she'd met a man, and they'd fallen in love. but their passion for the sport - the love of it which had brought them together - ultimately tore them apart. after taylor's accident resulting an an injury that meant she could never really fly again, she became bitter that he could continue to go out and compete in the sport she loved just as much as him. she had hated herself for being that way, but she couldn't help the resentment, the arguements escalating until they'd realised they'd fallen out of love...and taylor had left. so yes, she knew what love felt like, and she was pretty sure, despite the short time in which they had known each other, that she was falling for the handsome gentleman. then again, when you had gotten to know him, you could hardly be surprised. he was an incredibly decent man, she still couldn't understand how he believed there was a person out there who disliked him.
she entered the hall proudly at his side, glancing over the students - to ensure they were keeping in check, and all did appear well - before hearing atticus. “I believe we are over here,” she followed his direction and smiled lightly, nodding. "excellent." she said gently, going to move forward beside him toward the table, guessing from the position of their table, that her and atticus' job would be to 'man the doors' so to speak. perhaps the headmaster expected some disturbance in the way of gate crashers, or people being unruly or stumbling out drunk - somehow - or something along those lines. taylor could only hope however, that she didn't get distracted by professor beaumont and forget her duties as a professor. it wouldn't do for something bad to happen on their watch.
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Post by atti on Aug 27, 2011 12:48:41 GMT -6
“Indeed,” he said as she commented on the location of their table. It wasn’t the best of places, but the fact that it was near the door meant that there would be no one lingering around them, only passing through, and that seemed to brighten the prospects quite a bit. Atticus had no intention of listening to the conversation of the students around them if they had a table in the middle of the students, the teachers there would have to keep their ears open in case any of the students were talking about unsavoury plans or sneaking out of the party. All Taylor and he had to do was take note of the students coming and going, and their reason for doing so, nothing particularly hard, and make sure they came back within a reasonable time. The bathrooms outside the hall were also in eyeshot of their position, so if someone said they were going there, they’d know.
He paused a moment beside her before pulling out his chair, making sure she was seated before pushing it in. Chivalry was not dead, and it would never rest if men like Atticus Beaumont were around. Maybe it was a little sexist for the year it was, but women deserved to be treated well and shown proper respect. And while Atticus tried to treat everyone equally, he wouldn’t sit down until the ladies were, or at least the ones he was with. If he waited for all the women in the hall to be seated, he’d be standing for a while it seemed, as he saw a particular little thing running around and twirling, someone he could distinctively pick out as Poppy Longbottom. As long as that girl was around, he’d never be seated. “Looks like the students are enjoying themselves,” he chuckled lightly as he took his seat.
He couldn’t help his eyes from being drawn to her, it was impossible to stop. It was getting to become a habit, and not altogether a bad one or unhealthy. If this was what the rest of his life was resigned to; being with Taylor and watching her every day that was something he could definitely live with. Actually, he’d rather live with it than without, so be began: “Taylor,” he said, letting her name roll off his tongue in a light caress. “It may be very soon, but I’d like to ask you something.”
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Post by taylor on Aug 27, 2011 15:28:57 GMT -6
“Indeed,” taylor smiled lightly and gave a small nod in return, faintly surprised as he took out her chair and then gently pushed her in. chivalry was rare these days; most men rushed things, went straight for the woman with no subtley or idea of romance in any way, shape or form - much to the dissapointment of taylor and she was sure, many other women. for her, she apprechiated chivalry, and she was a 'sucker' for romance. of course that did not mean if some random guy came up to her, threw a daffodile at her and proclaimed to love her she'd swoon.. of course not! but the right man..the right flower...well...
she shouldn't have doubted atticus of course, he was the very heart of romance and chivalry, and she admired it about him. indeed she still had the flower he'd presented to her, tucked behind her ear where he'd put it. she knew that as soon as the night ended she would return to her chambers and place it within a vase of water, in the hope that it would retain life for at least several more days. a reminder...
she had to say that she was glad that her and atticus' duties were less so than perhaps those manning the tables. they merely had to monitor who was coming in and out and she doubted they'd get any trouble, which meant she could allow herself to get at least a little bit distracted by the undoubtably handsome man opposite her. “Looks like the students are enjoying themselves,” she heard atticus' french lilted words and glanced at him with a gentle smile before following his direct line of sight toward someone familiar to her - poppy longbottom, a student in her charms' class. taylor smiled lightly and nodded, glancing back to atticus. "i'm glad, " she said quietly, knowing that the students deserved a bit of fun after their hard work - well she couldn't help but add most of their hard work..there were a couple of exceptions unfortunately.
she glanced once more around the room before she could not help her eyes resting upon the most interesting thing the room bore - atticus. she felt her cheeks flush rose pink as she noticed that he was already looking at her, and she met his gaze with a softness that could only be described as affection. yes she certainly ha ddeveloped quick feelings for the fellow professor, but there was nothing small about them, nothing fake or misinterpreted. “Taylor,” there was a small swooping in her stomach at the way he spoke her name, and she wanted him to say it again... “It may be very soon, but I’d like to ask you something.” she blinked in faint surprise, her heart suddenly picking up a faster, sticatto-like pace... "then ask away, atticus.." she spoke softly in return, inviting him, eyes never leaving his...
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Post by atti on Aug 30, 2011 17:12:49 GMT -6
“And you should enjoy yourself also,” he added after she agreed that it was good that the students were having fun. His job for tonight, well more of a personal mission since they’d be guarding the door together, was to assure that Taylor had the best time she could. If she wanted something to drink, he’d be there, ready to go and get it for her. If she was getting tired of sitting at the door watching the students, he was fully prepared to do the job of two while she went and mingle with the students and professors, content to stay behind if she was gone doing something she wanted to. And well, if she expressed a desire to dance, he’d have to go seek out another teacher to watch their post as he swayed with her on the dance floor. Tonight was her night, as everything seemed to be when he was around her, and he was adamant that she would enjoy herself to the best extent possible.
“Mm, well, as you know, it’s nearing winter vacation for all of us,” he said, admiring the way her cheeks flushed when she met his gaze. An unbelievable feeling in his heart, something akin to soaring, arose when the sudden realization that he had made that blush appear settled in his mind. He quite liked the way her cheeks would flush like that. “And I was inclined to wondering,” he spoke slowly, trying to pick out the best words to use to ask her. Atticus knew how soon it was in their relationship to be asking something like this, but he couldn’t help but feel as if it was right somehow, as if there was nothing he wanted more. “If you would like to come to France and spend a few days with my family. I’m sure they’d be delighted to meet you.” He asked with a charming smile, sincerely hoping she’d take him up on the offer.
Atticus had never really been grounded in France, but that was where his roots laid, where his family was. And even if he felt no more attachment to the country, the Beaumont family ran deep within the magical community there. He had always been quite proud of that, proud of his family. It was very important to him that his parents met Taylor at least. He wasn’t quite concerned with earning their approval, he’d be with her regardless of what they thought. He just wanted them to know her, and perhaps give Taylor a little insight as to where he came from. Usually he shied away from things about his past, finding them rather insignificant and unimportant now that he had Taylor, well had her to some extent, but he felt that his standoffish answers about himself was probably not best for them, and bringing her home to France would only reassure her that he was serious and that he trusted her.
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Post by taylor on Aug 31, 2011 3:14:21 GMT -6
“And you should enjoy yourself also,” taylor smiled softly and looked at atticus, raising her eyebrows slightly. "so long as you do too, atticus." she responded with a gentle grin. she was perfectly willing to enjoy the night, but she wouldn't be able to if her fellow professor was not. she rather hoped that they'd be able to have a dance later, tay didn't get a chance to dance very often, not that she was some amazing talented dancer, but it was always fun wasn't it. of course that would involve finding someone to fill in for them for the moment - she wasn't going to go off dancing without atticus of course - but she knew that wouldn't be too much trouble with the amount of professors at the ball.
she gazed at him lightly as she waited for him to ask her whatever was on his mind. “Mm, well, as you know, it’s nearing winter vacation for all of us,” she gave a small nod to indicate that she knew, waiting patiently for him to continue whilst she wondered what direction this was heading. “And I was inclined to wondering,” she looked at him lightly, wondering if he was uncertain or something whilst he took the time to ask her. she couldn't resist that charming smile of his and she grinnd lightly, her heart stuttering at that grin of his. “If you would like to come to France and spend a few days with my family. I’m sure they’d be delighted to meet you.”
taylor blinked in surprise. she hadn't expected atticus to invite her to meet his family for a long while...she knew a little about his family from what he'd occasionally spoken of them, but from his lack of detail she'd presumed that perhaps they weren't a very big part of his life or something to that affect. she grinned and looked at atticus, "i would be honoured," she said lightly with an honest smile. it would be interesting to meet his family, and she was intrieged and she had to admit a little excited at the prospect. she was glad atticus seemed to wish for her to meet them... she only hoped they would 'approve' of her. but whatever the matter, she had the time to spend ... she didn't have much family left to visit at christmas anymore. spending some days with atticus was much much more appealing.
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Post by atti on Sept 2, 2011 19:31:37 GMT -6
“I fully intend to, Mademoiselle Taylor,” he said with a grin of his own. Though it hadn’t been on his list for the night, he was sure he could squeeze in a little enjoyment of his own if she wished it. As it was, he was already quite enjoying himself by simply being here with her, talking with her as if it were the most natural thing on the planet. It certainly felt like it. Taylor, he found, was rather easy to talk to, and although he did like that part of her personality, there were some things he still preferred to keep to himself and had to watch his mouth and think before her spoke sometimes, partially because he wouldn’t want to say anything that could possibly offend her or make her think lowly of him. As of now, he was trying to tread lightly. They’d only known each other for a few months, and had been dating for a few weeks, though he had the feeling their relationship was far more advanced than the time would tell.
Resisting the urge to fidget nervously, something he’d never been known to do previously to meeting Taylor, but she made him nervous and anxious and even a little shy all at the same time, he awaited her answer to his proposition somewhat impatiently. He wanted to know whether or not she wanted to come with him. Of course, they wouldn’t just go and see his family, he’d show her the country, the landmarks, the history, the community, the people, everything that made France, France, essentially.
“Wonderful!” he exclaimed excitedly, not able to hold in his voice and emotion that came out with it. He grinned nearly from ear to ear, his mind already going through plans of who they would go see and what they would do while they were there. His grinned softened as he looked at her, smiling more with his eyes than anything else. She was absolutely magnificent in everyway.
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Post by taylor on Sept 4, 2011 6:48:35 GMT -6
“I fully intend to, Mademoiselle Taylor,” taylor grinned lightly and nodded, "good, " she said lightly, glad that he was going to enjoy himself too. she wouldn't want him to simply attempt to amuse her all evening if he would prefer to be holding conversation with someone else. though she would much prefer him to remain with her of course simply for the fact that she increasingly enjoyed his company. it was incredible how much her feelings for the fellow professor had grown in such a short space of time...but grown they had, and she had no intention on reining them back. atticus had clearly expressed his own feelings and so as long as they were mutual she was happy to fall for the gorgeous, intelligent frenchman. his smile had her heart fluttering as she gazed gently at him, glancing away for a moment only to avoid staring at him for longer than deemed courteous.
she hadn't meant to make him wait for an answer, as it happened she'd had to avoid happily, excitable babbling like some school girl. she was of course excited - not only to meet his family, which she had to admit already caused nerves to stir in her stomach, as she couldn't help but hope - however cliche it sounded - that they liked her. but she was also excited to see france. she'd never been before despite how other countries, france in particular with it's rich culture - had always intrieged her. she'd never really had time to set back and visit places...and so she was certainly excited to be able to experience some of atticus' culture.. a man she .. well if she was going to be bold and admit it to herself she would have to say that..a man she loved.
“Wonderful!” she was unable to help grinning in both response to his excitable sentiment, and his wide grin, glad that he seemed so genuinely happy. she wouldn't have wanted him to invite her on obligation or something, not that she thought atticus would anyway but still. she gave a slight nod, thinking the word and his tone spoke for them both in honesty, and she glanced toward the dance floor, rather hoping that her and atticus would have a chance to dance some time tonight.
ooc, sorry it's a bit blech /:
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Post by atti on Sept 17, 2011 13:20:34 GMT -6
He had seen the way her eyes had shifted to look at the dancefloor, and the longing in them as they saw the other couples move about the floor. Not wishing to deny her anything she desired, Atticus quickly waved over another teacher. Feeling happier than he had for a while now, he stood slowly, carefully buttoning his jacket as he rose and pushed his chair in. In hushed tones, he asked the other staff member to keep watch of the door for a while, and that he would thank them properly later. And he would thank them, quite well, with whatever they wanted as long as he could have these few minutes with her in his arms. He could still remember the way it felt, having her close to him, and couldn’t wait to feel so again. And she wanted to dance, just as much as he. He’d agreed to help her enjoy the night as much as she could, and if she wanted to dance, it fell into that category. She’d made him promise to enjoy himself, and he’d do so if she was happy.
With a light smile, he held out his hand to help her up out of her seat. “Shall we dance, Mademoiselle?” he asked, indicating the floor she had previously been watching. The tone of the music was slowing down, perfect for slow swaying while holding your partner close, which was exactly what he intended to do. He was quite able to dance to whatever he wished, his mother had made sure of that, but he was sure he’d prefer just holding her close and moving slowly to the beat, to something extravagant and structured.
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Post by taylor on Sept 20, 2011 14:37:39 GMT -6
taylor blinked as atticus rose from his chair and she had a moment of slight panic that she'd offended him in some way or another and made him wish to leave. she rather hoped not - she'd grown to love atticus, and she rather thought he felt the same. if he walked away from her now she knew her heart would shatter. she knew she was blowing things out of proportion, but she'd lost love once and she didn't want to loose it again, especially not with someone as amazing as atticus. she watched him head over to another proff and she relaxed slightly - she shouldn't get worried like this, but heck she couldn't help it.
as he returned to her she grinned gently, unable to take her eyes off of him - and knowing she didn't have to as another professor came to take their position. she realised he must have seen the look in her eyes as she'd watched the students dancing, and as he held his hand out toward her she placed her own hand in his without hesitating. “Shall we dance, Mademoiselle?” she grinned softly, looking up at him with affection in her gaze. "of course, Monsieur." she chimed in lightly and made to stand with a slight help from atticus' strength, standing on her own two feet and hearing the music calm to a slow dance; perfect for her and atticus to be able to move close together and for him to hold her...
ooc, it's cool, sorry mine's late and eh ... crap!
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Post by atti on Sept 28, 2011 19:25:36 GMT -6
Without much thought, Atticus squeezed her hand lightly, reassuringly, because he had seen the almost lost expression in her eyes when he had stood. How could he not? He was always conscious of her presence and couldn’t help but keep his eyes on her when they were in proximity. Over the past few months he’d grown quite capable in reading her subtle body language, and found it incessantly intriguing. Her slight quirks of her lips, of her eyebrows, the way her shoulders slumped only just slightly when she was sad or disappointed (though that was something he always hoped she wouldn’t feel) was all quite wonderful to him. He worried though, that it was too much, that she was too good and one day she’d realize it and leave him. From the bottom of his heart, he hoped that would never happened. He adored this woman with all of his being, loved her with much more than just his heart. Time didn’t matter when she was around. No one else mattered when she was around. The world ceased to exist when she was in his presence. As frightening and foreign as the feeling was, Atticus recognized it immediately; Taylor was his, his one and only, the only person he was meant to be with.
Considering that they were both teachers and were supposed to be setting an example for the students, he was probably holding her a bit too close. He couldn’t help himself, really. It just seemed natural for him to have her as close as possible. Just as natural as it was for him to be holding her in his arms, staring into her eyes, swaying with her to the slow beat... everything about her was so natural, and it felt amazing. “Taylor,” he nearly purred. “I don’t mean to scare you, but I feel as though you must know...” he said, pausing, though hoping he didn’t catch her off guard or scare her, and was bracing himself for his next few words. “I love you,” he said finally, and although Atticus was more at home speaking about his opinions than his feelings, it felt good to tell her how he felt. “I love you very much.”
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