Flamed Surprises (Mariella)

[kalib]

OOC: Again, I’m placing a weeks time laps in here for the sake of mail fare. lol.


It had been nearly a week now and Kalib hadn’t run into Annette even once. He was still undecided if he was happy about that or not. It was probably better this way, just acting as if they had never known each other. In all honestly, it was probably easier too. Any confrontation between the two was likely to end horribly. Besides, what did he need her for now? He and Mariella were completely fine, which he was trying desperately hard to have her remain the only girl that entered his thoughts. Annette seemed to be the only one breaking through that barrier. However, all the other girls who he was used to being tackled by had seemed to given up hope – they’d stopped bombarding him in the halls.

It was these thoughts consuming him as he made his way back to the Owlery for the first time since the break-up. He hadn’t gone back since, carefully avoiding it. However, he’d been out and noticed a black owl flying to the Owlery. Since it was long after dinner, he knew Knight wouldn’t come and find him after such a journey, if it was indeed his owl. There were a lot of black owl’s resident at Hogwarts; Kalib was just being stubborn.

It was hard walking up the dark steps; he was reliving hard memories that had taken place during the daylight. Kalib focused on making it up the stairs, jogging up them two at a time like he often did. He pushed open the door, preying Knight was in there. He was becoming impatient for his parcel. He glanced around the perches, feeling his heart sink – Knight wasn’t there. He’d just turned around to the door when a hoot came from his left. Kalib looked over and there Knight was, sitting upon the window ledge with a small box hanging from his beak. Kalib grinned and took the little box and then letter attached to the leg. “Good job,” he praised, flicking an owl treat to Knight. He hooted dully and flapped off to sleep with some barn owls.

This is it! Kalib thought excitedly, now dying to go back to his common room. He sprinted back down the stairs and nearly knocked a few people down in the halls. It wasn’t long before he was leaning up against his bed, sitting on the floor with various materials situated around him. Wand in hand, Kalib lit up a fired dragon and set to work – if the gems didn’t work, he was going to be crushed.

He didn’t know how long he’d been up there, but soon people began drifting up to the dorm. No one disturbed him, but they all gave him exasperate sighs like all of it was too much trouble to be going through for one girl. It was times like these that his fellow Slytherins failed to see why he’d been placed with them.

And finally, it was done…he stared at his crafty work, turning it over in his fingers and tugging here and there to insure it wasn’t going to break on him like so many previous had done. Finally! It just simply could not wait until morning. He hopped up and went down into the common room. It must have been late, no one was up anymore. Disheartened, he looked up to girl dormitory. He knew what would happen if he tried going up there stairs. Not only would he end up flat on his back, it would wake the whole house. Crap. But then Kalib had an idea. He had never tried it before and it was likely to get him in trouble, but it should work similarly to a patronus, right?

Kalib lit his wand again, the smallest of a dragon forming from the flames. He sent the little horntail flying up to the dorm – with any luck, it wouldn’t set anything on fire.

The small dragon flew underneath the crack below the door, leaving a small singe mark and found the girl it had been sent to fetch. It swirled around for a moment above her and then hovered carefully beside her sleeping body, rested at watching her face without really seeing. It blew fire from its already fiery body, trying to get her attention. It got closer, blowing out again…

[mariellacovas]

A headache had plagued Mariella most of the day, dragging herself about quite tired looking. Mariella didn't know why, but she felt simply horrid, and was unable to pick herself up. The way she was during classes didn't seem to make her feel any better. Mariella's potion had gone sour, the horrid smell of the faulty liquid seeping into her robes. That surely didn't help the headache, causing it to get progressively worse and worse. Even cleaning charms didn't rid the cloth of the smell, making Mariella quite bitter, making her quite sour for the rest of the period. Although, by the end of the class, she had given up being angry finding that only seemed to encourage the dull throbbing pain in her head. The rest of her classes required more note taking than rather interaction and Mariella found herself falling asleep rather than writing the information down that would surely be on her tests.

Mariella really didn't care however, she just wanted to get back to her dorm so she could make the medication that her Abuela had made for her. It was a special old wives medicine, something that always seemed to chase away whatever was wrong. Sickness was something that didn't touch Mariella often, but when it did, it struck quite hard, nearly disabling her for whatever amount of time it took her to get well. Mariella however, was not one to simply go down without a fight, even if it is something out of her control. Dinner was something brief and impersonal, Mariella much too out of it to simply respond to conversation and gossip. She wasn't even there long enough to make decent conversation; only eating a large slice of bread with butter and a half goblet of pumpkin juice. For a girl with her appetite eating such a skimpy meal, it was confirmation for those around her that she was ill.

Her steps were slow and heavy as she made her way towards the Slytherin house. Yet of course, something else prevented her from getting there as soon as she wanted to, a little Burrowing Owl cutting off her path. This disturbance however wasn't as distressing to Mariella as faults in classes and overbearing worrisome friends. It seemed that her sister had finally gotten back to writing her. Caffe knew to find Mariella, the girl not often visiting the Owlery, forgetting that she had sent a letter unless it was quite urgent. Quickly untying the letter from Caffe's small leg, giving a light pet of the head before sending the owl off. Mariella looked at the letter, shaking her head slowly. She wasn't going to read this now, no, she would read it when she would be more conscious of what the contents actually were. Continuing to the dungeons, Mariella muttered the password, quickly passing through the doors and making her way to her dorm.

She was so happy to be seventh year, their dorms being better than the underclassmen yet still not at good as the prefects or Head Boy and Girl. Well, she found nothing wrong with that, her dorm being comfortably elegant. Plopping down upon the edge of her bed, pushing the sleeping Sheena back a bit,Mariella began to rummage through her trunk, searching for the small satchel that contained the miraculous cure all. Her whole arm disappeared into the trunk before Mariella actually felt the leather drawstrings touch the very tip of her fingers. A soft curse left her lips as she bent down a bit more, her ring finger just barely hooking around the small satchel. Pulling up through clothes and undergarment and robes, she finally had her treasure. Mariella pulled the satchel open, plucking a small vial, no bigger than her pinky finger, out. She grinned, the first smile she head given all day, uncorking the bottle and downing the light shimmering blue liquid. Delicious...Mariella had always thought it had tasted of fresh blackberries, well ones that seemed to make a happy tingle run through her spine. Kissing the bag lightly, Mariella dropped it on top of her clothing in her trunk before closing it. With a swish of her wand she was in pajamas, a knee-length Quidditch t-shirt and a pair of black shorts, and curling up on her bed. She could feel her head ache already beginning to subside. Sleep soon over took her, going into a dreamless world.

Mariella groaned, hearing the sound of hissing coming from the end of her bed. Sheena was bristling up against her foot, making her toes curl in an unpleasant tickle. "Sheena, cerró para arriba y va de nuevo a sueño..." Mariella murmured in a lazy Spanish. The cat, knowing very little Spanish nor caring, ignored her as she continued to hiss. Mariella's eyes slowly peeked open to see what the damned cat was so persistent at hissing at. She swore if it was another mouse, the little rodent would pay...She, however, was not greeted by a tiny furry little mouse, no. She was greeted by a mini Horntail of fire, mere inches from her face and breathing a small flame at her. It took all she had to keep from jumping out of her bed and shrieking. Mariella's pride however wouldn't allow herself to do that with so many people here. They would not see her embarrass herself and have some sort of cruel satisfaction and teasing fest. Sitting up completely, Mariella's long t-shirt pulling from the strain of staying under her behind while she still lifted up. Wiping her eyes and looking a bit harder, Mariella's eyes widened. Well well well...it seemed someone was calling her.

Mariella's feet slowly moved over the edge of the bed, gently touching the carpeted floor before she stood. Stretching her arms above her head, she felt refreshed, headache gone and mood quite improved. Well, with the exception of being awakened...She really wasn't a morning person. Patting her drawer gently, she grabbed her wand and swished gently, a pair of socks from her trunk appearing on her feet. Rising from her bed, Mariella began to follow the dragon, Sheena at her feet, as it flew back to its master, a small smirk touching her lips. This talent of his was really something... She quietly pulled the door open before quickly walking down the twisted stairs and towards the Common Room. Giving a soft yawn as she walked into the Common Room, she smiled as the small dragon flew about near Kalib. Soft chuckles passed from her lips as she saw Sheena attempt to pounce the fire creature. Well, the black cat seemed to be announcement enough someone else was up. Walking over to Kalib, she smiled warmly at him. "You rang?" she said, a small smirk touching her lips.

[kalib]

You would never once hear Kalib go against Mariella’s beauty, but he had to admit – she did look a tad bit ruffled. Obviously he could take claim for that one, her hair sort of rumpled and her pajamas wrinkled. He hadn’t meant to wake her up per say, he just didn’t want to have to try and sleep after he’d finally mastered his treasury. He’d become impatient from the long wait and now that it was finally done another evening seemed too long to wait. Still, he couldn’t help but apologize: “Sorry about waking you,” Kalib grinned apologetically, “I sort of lost track of time, I promise coming down here was worth it though.” His eyes were glistening, the little dragon not helping. The slinky black cat that prowled about their feet seemed to be having fun with it though, so he didn’t bother removing it.

“Listen,” he continued happily, “I’ve been working on something for a while now, but it kept breaking and some of them just were too embarrassingly mediocre that I didn’t dare show it to anyone; I quickly got rid of those ones, but I finally got it. It’s sort of…difficult magic, I’d never really tried making some so substantial before, but it had to be perfect, so last week when I was up on the Owlery…” No need to bring up details, “That letter I sent to my father, you remember, yes? Well it wasn’t to my Dad; I had to send out for this – well, Zane led me onto it, said it might help the stupid thing keep it form. You wouldn’t believe how many times I’ve tried to make you one. Anyways…” The hand that he had been carefully keeping closed, wrapped around his little present, he pulled up to eye level and unclenched his fist:

A thin golden chain lay swirled around his masterpiece, a delicate charm of two dragons: one being his own Hungarian Horntail, the other her slender Chinese Fireball. The two were intertwined gracefully as though flying in a spiral, ending at the tips of their tales carefully crafted into a heart. Kalib had been certain to make sure the necklace was perfect, the scales having proven to be the hardest, easily has difficult as the eyes. The gems he had imported shown brightly, some melted to cover the bodies and make them sparkle, a few heated into forming eyes. It had taken a long time due to its small size of being a charm, he having always worked with his large scaled statues.

Kalib looked up from his work, “I couldn’t let it be anything less then perfect. I know it’s been sort of rough, but I guess I just wanted you to know…I mean, that I’m not going anywhere.” He seemed to be convincing himself more then her, but he had to tell her. “I just didn’t want to have you worrying.” Kalib noted dully his tone was sort of defeated. Since the incident, they hadn’t really talked about it much. “Thanks for just…being there I guess…” Kalib was never really good that this sort of thing. “It means a lot.”

[mariellacovas]

OOC:I just have to say I lost my breath squealing over how cute this was!

Mariella's smile slowly shrunk into a frown as she saw his stare, obviously looking at her disheveled appearance. Well, what did he expect when she had been woken suddenly from her sleep. It really wasn't her fault that she hadn't thought about her appearance, something she normally was extremely considerate about. Mariella's hand slowly slipped into her pocket, tapping herself gently. This was a beauty charm she had learned to help with those mornings when she was running late and didn't have the time to do everything herself and on her own. Her hair was parted towards the left, combing itself out and falling about her shoulders lightly. Any spit that might be on her face was wiped away and her clothes became unwrinkled. 'Better?' she thought sarcastically, not daring to say something that rude out loud, well to him...She shook her head slowly, giving a soft smile at his apology. She couldn't stay annoyed with him, especially when he looked so cheerful, his dark eyes glimmering liked shined onyx. A smile creeped onto her lips as she nodded her head, head cocking to the side as she prepared to listen to him.

Mariella's head nodded as she listened to the boy, curious of what exactly he was talking about. Of course her recently awakened mind hadn't connected his art of making dragons from fire, the first one he gave to her sitting in her drawer, hidden in a magical glass-like box. Mariella's head slowly cocked to the side as she listened to him, eyebrow rising slightly as he said that. Hm, well he had really pulled the wool over her eyes, although what he had said hadn't led her to believe anything peculiar about it. Well, he was quite smart wasn't he. Mariella continued to listened, snickering softly at the idea of Zane doing something actually intelligent. Although, the idea of him trying so hard to make her something, it made her feel that cheesy romantic feeling. She felt warm on the inside, her stomach fluttering with butterflies as her curiosity of what he had made her running like lightning.

Her eyes followed his hand as it rose, feeling as if time had drastically slowed as his fingers uncurled. As her sights were set upon the dragon, her lips parted, eyes widening. Shock, utter and complete shock was upon her features. She couldn't believe...he had made her something so beautiful, so perfect. She could feel her cheeks began to burn a blush of elation, feeling slight tears form in the corner of her eyes. Her feminine side was coming out as she bit her bottom lip gently to keep from actually crying, her eyes continuing to examine the dragons. There was so much detail in them; each scale, each jewel, the preciseness of the dragons. The little fire dragon that continued to weave away from the black cat, caused such bright and beautiful glimmers to hit her eyes. She was left completely and utterly speechless as she looked at the creature.

Mariella listened to his words, eyes continuing to shimmer with delighted tears. His attempt to display all that emotion, her heart simply growing as that warmth and that delighted tingle washed through all of her body. She nodded her head, feeling that he meant, just knowing that he meant that he was going to stay with her, that he really did care that much about her. "Kalib...."Mariella muttered, moving forward and wrapping her arms about his neck, careful not to touch the dragon. It was so beautiful...she didn't want to mess it up. She buried her head in his shoulder, a few tears wiped upon his shirt. "Thank you so much...you are so....so wonderful...it's so beautiful...." Her voice was weighed down by not only her tears but by her accent, the feelings so overwhelming to the young woman.

[kalib]

OOC: Why thank you.


Kalib could simply not believe how hard it was to watch her just stare down at his hand. He wanted for her so badly to say something. He felt his very existence lingered upon her response to his labors. Surely one little piece of jewelry could not mean that much, but he felt it did; like it held the balance of their relationship, wound on the golden thread. Do you hear yourself Kalib? Do you know how idiotic that sounds…? Get a hold of yourself man! But he couldn’t, the way she was staring at it – oh my God, is she crying? His mind was going haywire; the last thing he wanted to do was put her to tears. Was it really that bad? He couldn’t slow him mind down long enough to really take things in.

She was so focused on his small present; was she going to say anything? He was astounded that he could ever want to hear someone’s voice this badly. Say something, please, before I loose my sanity. Why did this matter so much? Who cares? Say something! She seemed at a lost for words – was that a good thing? Everything Kalib has thus learned about the opposite sex seemed to be crumbling around him – it should not be this hard to read her actions. “Kalib…” Instantly he was listening, so very intently. Her voice was so soothing, talk to me… But instead he received one of the best hugs he had ever been given. He wasn’t so worried anymore, it was clear: she loved it. Still, she was crying…? Tears of joy, he told himself, unwilling to accept anything else. He wrapped his fingers back around the small charm and chain, encircling her in his arms so lovingly he was certain he’d accidentally lifted her feet from the ground for a moment. “Thank you so much…you are so…so wonderful…it’s so beautiful…” Her voice melted him, it almost made him sleepy as silly as it sounded.

“I’m glad you like it,” he said, slightly muffled from holding her so close. Kalib tried to make real words, pulling back a little bit too look at her. After a moment of silence that needed no words for filling, Kalib unwound himself and held up the necklace with both hands, unclipped to be placed around her neck. “May I?”

[mariellacovas]

She grinned through her tears as she felt his arms about her body, biting her bottom lip gently. She was so happy, she didn't know how to keep it contained, her tears and smile and her soft Spanish thanks. Over and over she repeated soft thanks in Spanish, grinning and smiling, tears making a slow trail down her cheeks. The tears soon slowed to a stop as she felt a soft giggle pass from her mouth, being lifted up, her toes just barely touching the ground. This embrace, it was filled with so much care and love, she knew that there would never be a doubt of it. They were young and in love and they weren't afraid of hiding it! Yeah, at times in their romantic pursuits they did act out of the normal cold Slytherin nature, but Mariella didn't care. This was one of those situations where her reputation was secondary to her actual thoughts and feelings.

"Like it?" Mariella questioned at his muffled answered. "I don't like it Kalib.....I absolutely love it. It's so beautiful." Her voice stayed calm although was filled with her adoration of the gift and sheer love and appreciation of the boy. The silence that had touched them was one of mutual care, of happiness, one so warm that it relaxed the soul. Mariella looked at him as he pushed back, not wanting to be from his arms, not yet that is. She stared at the necklace again, her eyes misting again, but she held the tears down. "Of course..." Mariella turned about slowly, holding her hair up and placing it over her shoulder. Her neck was now exposed to him, enough space for him to place the necklace on her. She began to gnaw on her lip again, simply anxious to feel and see it against her skin.

Mariella was simply awestruck at the fact that Kalib had gone through so much trouble to make this gift for her. His craftsmanship was positively remarkable, the dragons so wonderfully designed and they appeared so perfect. Mariella wouldn't be surprised if the two dragons took flight and flew away to some mystical land where all miniature figurines might live. A feeling that Mariella had been suppressing because of fear rose in her chest to touch and stroke the creatures, to feel each scale and the smoothness of the jewel. To follow the curves of the tail to the heart and back down to the eyes. She just wanted to hold the beautiful necklace in her hands, and praise the wonderful crafter for the amazing work.

[kalib]

“Like it? I don’t like it Kalib…” Oh my God, is it really that bad? She is crying over it! Why was this so incredibly hard? “I absolutely love it, it’s so beautiful…” He was sure his smile gave away his relief; he was having a difficult time keeping his feelings hidden, completely unaware of his actions until it was too late and already past. He didn’t mind though – why did they need to pretend? She had seen a lot more of him then any girl did in the scare weeks he was with them; she didn’t want that part of him that acted for all the girls, she wanted him. The part that was artistic and crafty and knew how to make a girl smile. It made his pride glow – maybe he wasn’t such a bad person after all.

She was staring at it again, Kalib holding it up so gently between his fingers. “Of course…” Mariella spun, draping her hair out of the way. For one small second that little monster told him to caress her and kiss her, that little bit of him that loved physical contact probably just a little bit more then he really should for his age. But the glint of the necklace pulled him back and steered him properly, winding the chain around her neck and clipping it from behind. With carefully trained hands he pulled her hair back around to free frontal view. Kalib closed one hand around hers to wheel her back around and center the dragon charm. He could feel that familiar tingle as he placed it at the middle, fingers carefully brushing her skin.

“It looks even better on you,” he noted softly, reminiscing in his guessing work. He’d had some time figuring out which gold would flow better with her complexion. His choice seemed to fit, gleaming gently around her neck. “It was definitely worth the trouble to see you wearing it,” he decided firmly with a grin, “Even worth the burns.” He held up one hand as evidence, a few bits blackened and burnt. Kalib was locked back at her eyes again. “I’m glad you love it,” he repeated, correcting himself with word choice.

[mariellacovas]

Mariella could see the relief was h over his face, just barely realizing how important this necklace was to him. She knew that everyone longed for a gift they gave to their loved one to be adored, and when it was between lovers then that longing seemed magnified. They wanted that gift to be a perfect semblance of their relationship, of the bond and happiness and love the two share while within it. Yet another side of Kalib that Mariella had learned about; artistic and romantic. She couldn't help but laugh inwardly at how many different sides in his personality he had. She had witnessed his rage, seen his pain, experienced his almost animalistic lust, been around so much of his happiness and fell for his boyish charm. Sometimes Mariella found it hard that all of this occurred in about a month's span, such drama and romance and such could pop up when school had just began. Mariella knew, however, if given the chance to go back and change it, she wouldn't. She had loved every minute of it...

Mariella smiled as she felt the lukewarm jewel placed against her throat, biting her bottom lip gently. Her hand rose, fingertips gently gliding over the jeweled dragons and feeling that burning warmth run through her again. So amazing...so beautiful...Mariella could feel her hair being moved back to its regular place as her fingers continued to glide happily over the piece. She could feel the scales, each little individual bump making her spirits soar a bit higher, so proud of Kalib's beautiful crafting. She felt him grab her, turning her back to face him, Mariella beaming up at him. Her fingers grazed his lightly as he centered the little necklace, feeling so pampered. She felt a blush touch her cheeks, unsure if it was simple flattery, the tone of his voice betraying that though. He really must of meant it...Looking down, Mariella could see the slightly darker shade of gold against her complexion, it looking as if it was simply meant to be there. She chuckled softly, at his comment, looking at his burns with a little concern. Taking his hand lightly in hers, she lightly kissed his palm before rubbing her cheek against it gently. "You are...too good..."Mariella muttered softly. "I love it....so much...just like...I...."

Mariella stopped herself, unsure if saying the actual words would break this wonderful reality. This reality in which she had a wonderful boyfriend who loved her and cared so much for her...She didn't want to lose that by uttering those words. Of course that was utter nonsense, thinking that love could be ruined by the actual words but it couldn't be helped. She was afraid of admitting it even though she was sure he already knew. Why she was afraid of it? She didn't know, she just didn't want to say those words, not yet...she wasn't ready to, not quite yet. But she could always show him through actions, couldn't she? Mariella wrapped her arms about his neck, eyes still locked with his and grinning. She placed her lips lightly against this, not yet kissing him. "Thank you...for all of this..."she murmured, breath warm on his lips. "...Mi Amor..." She soon melted into the kiss, this being the loophole in her whole scheme. By calling him Amor, she was showing that she did care for him without saying those three choking words.

[kalib]

He was happy to note she seemed to love it as much as she’d said, running her fingers along the two little dragons. For a while it seemed she wasn’t going to say anything, and against his better wishes of longing to hear her voice, Kalib could understand that. Sometimes things didn’t need words, sometimes they could simply rest in silence, the sound being more comforting then any words that could ever be spoken…but then she did speak…and she slipped… Kalib couldn’t stop the look of curiosity that lingered in his eyes – did she mean that? She hadn’t said it, but he knew where she’d been headed… But she seemed to catch herself, and he was torn in two.

This time however, Kalib was careful – he didn’t let his true thoughts cross his face. Part of him was disappointed; he wanted to hear those three little words. He wanted to feel needed. It was clear she was feeling similarly, but they both were so scared. It didn’t matter how many boyfriends or girlfriends one had, the first time muttering such a promise to someone was really scary. It was like a pact, something that seemingly couldn’t be broken but always ended up shattered until you found that soul person who wouldn’t hurt you. He strongly believe she would never hurt him, and Kalib was trying to hard to convince himself of the same, that he wouldn’t hurt her like so many before her. She wasn’t his first and certainly not last, but after all that had happened, Kalib had found a new sense of determination to make things right, and at the very least, whenever their bliss ended, as they both certainly knew one day it, that it was decided amongst both of them and ended smoothly and calm. Still, as scary as it was, he wanted to hear it…

And then there was his own fear – nothing ever lasted much longer then a few days when Kalib finally submitted himself to another. It was like some blessed curse: he could finally let them know how much he cared, but then found himself out hunting for the next best thing. It was like it had been programmed into him, to finally break surface and then coward back into the waters. He shouldn’t try and force her to tell him, because it wouldn’t mean as much if she’d done it on her own accord. Surely it was worth the wait? “Its okay, I love you too…” Just forming the words in his mind was hard; it wouldn’t be good to try and say them aloud. Of course, he’d done his research, and wondered how she’d take it if he muttered it to her. It would be fun to take her by surprise…it was almost a goal of his to be able to trick her into something ever since their first conversation. Maybe he wasn’t going to cook her dinner, but still.

There seemed to be a silent, settled agreement between them – neither was ready for such a commitment, not yet. They’d come close, but not yet… But part of him was screaming at him for not doing so. Maybe she wasn’t ready, and he could wait…he could wait to her it in return, but maybe he was ready to tell her. But he’d become distracted, she was too close for her own good and almost instinctively his hands were at her waist. “Mi Amor…” He knew what that meant. Again she’d indirectly told him…maybe it was time for direct? But he lost it again, giving in as she kissed him. It felt like a long time that they were locked, but it couldn’t have been more then a few seconds.

He was back on their first date, and it was a game of flirting. She was stuck between the tree and him and she was helpless to do anything about it. He didn’t know why it was so vivid… She’s teasing you again Kalib, you have to settle the score… Was that the reason, really? Surely she wanted to hear it too…

It was hard to smile while kissing someone. Kalib pulled back a little, watching her eyes and for a moment, he felt like it was standing upon life and death, at the edge of the cliff with nothing to catch him if he fell. But it didn’t take him long to steady himself, oh yes, he’d done his research. Doing his best to master the foreign tongue and a glint in his eye, he muttered steadily “Te amo.”

[mariellacovas]

Mariella was shocked to see in his eyes that he didn't looked confused or lost at her comment. He actually knew what it meant, right? He understood what she had said, that she had called him 'My Love'...Did that mean he accepted it? She didn't see anything that would prove any different as her lips stayed pressed against his, eyes slowly slipping closed. She was so happy, so very happy that he actually accepted her love with open arms. Although, a pessimistic question rose in her mind. How could she be sure the feelings were mutual? Well, he had taken the chance to start a relationship with her when already in a relationship, AND he had picked her over his girlfriend when she found out...Well maybe he was just left with her but that wasn't something she liked to linger on too often. It just wasn't a pleasant thought. Well, other than the obvious he had spent all this time with her, talking and getting to know one another on various levels. Not to mention he had crafted her such a beautiful necklace and a lovely figurine. He really must care for her, he really must love her...

As they broke away, Mariella's eyes opening slowly as she smiled and looked up at him. Her eyes had returned to a light brown, a slight shimmer of red that only seemed to come up when she was in a more romantic, passionate mood. That haze seemed to be in her eyes as of late, all because of Kalib. It was always something that seemed peculiar to people, the changing shades of her eyes. Mariella had always realized this from childhood, but she just thought it was normal, this being a trait that her mother and sister possessed. It was a feminine thing, although her mother said it was something that made them all the more alluring. Her eyes slowly focused on his eyes, seeing the glint. What exactly was that glint for...hm?

'Te Amo.'

Mariella felt as if her heart stopped hearing that, eyes widening to a considerable size. Yet another shock that night...It was as if he read her mind and simply took what she wanted to say and said it himself. He loved her...he said 'I love you.' She could feel her heat beating out of her chest as she stared at him, just praying that he wouldn't break out into a smile and say he was kidding. She didn't want that, no, she was just so afraid of hearing those words, afraid that he would take that love away and play it off as a joke. She searched his face his eyes, but saw nothing that would ever give a hint that he was joking with her. She could feel such a elated, loving blush rise to her cheeks, shaking her head slowly. It was so overwhelming...so much too handle...but she couldn't simply let him go thinking that she didn't love him just as much.

"I love you too..." she said without faltering, hugging tight to him, her head moving against his neck. She nuzzled there gently, just too happy and blushing dark as well. Slowly pulling back, she looked at him with a genuine look, letting him know she really did love him. She chuckled softly as she hugged him close again before hugging close once again. "Your accent was a bit off...." She teased, just in a point of pure exhilaration, feeling as if she were floating on Cloud 9 and she would never come down from it. She was on a high called love and she'd never have to worry about sharing those words again, about hearing them or saying the,...

[kalib]

Kalib about died. Between her adorable blush and lame attempt to hide it from him mixed within their mutual agreement, he could have dropped dead right there and then and had no regrets with her. Still, his mind was beginning to become fuzzy: “I love you too…” Finally. She’d told him. Walls were down, absolutely nothing separating them. Clearly it was having the same affect on Mariella, feeling her body relax against his build. Her deep breaths and small cuddling was making him get that same sleepy feeling. He really needed to work on that.

Another silence surrounded the two, each simply just expressing their love without words. Just movements, actions, the ones that spoke louder then words. He just loved to hold her; it made him realize that she really was his, for the time being. He felt like nothing could go wrong, he was going to do it right this time.

And yet after all that she found the nerve to tease him about his not-so-amazing accent. Kalib pursed his lips and gave her a playful glare. “Some of us just aren’t gifted that way, senorita. Smoothly he raised a hand to her cheek, cupping her face close to his. “Maybe you can give me lessons sometime, eh?” He kissed her lightly, a deep chuckling resounding in his throat, “Just don’t be mean, okay? I promise I’ll be a good boy…” He put on a puppy dog face, eyes batted sweetly and his lips puckered.

[mariellacovas]

Mariella basked in that comfortable silence like a kitten basking in the warmth of a fireplace or a windowsill. It was a comforting blanket that settled around her, his arms about her simply making her feel so safe and perfect. Her year was going so perfect...She had a wonderful boyfriend, her relationship with her friends was magnificent, she had managed to keep good grades in her classes and was keeping in touch with her family. Kalib had to be the biggest highlight she had however, shining above all. Of course it was a foolish thing to prize young love over family and friends but she really couldn't help it, Mariella was someone that went with her emotions a majority of the time. This of course was one of those times where her emotions couldn't help but take over, she was in a beautiful relationship. She was constantly overwhelmed with the emotion of love and caring, teenage lust and the slightly inappropriate actions that the two acted out. Of course she would use the scapegoat of overwhelming emotion instead of simply owning up to enjoying the relationship so much.

Mariella had meant it as an innocent tease, she didn't want to leave the situation too serious. She still wanted to stay down here without things getting too earnest, she wanted to have a bit of fun since she was up for the time being. She returned his playful glare, chuckling softly and clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth. Again, she was making fun of his accent, he simply missing the tone that was required to nail the words properly. She nuzzled his hand lightly, smiling at him, blinking slowly as her eyes batted her eyelashes sweetly at him. "Why of course..." Mariella murmured, purring softly in Spanish at him. She would adore to teach him lessons although she would be curious about how much learning would actually go on. Mariella could already imagine telling him how to say various words, showing him slowly how to move his lips to pronounce the words turning into a make out session.

She chuckled softly as she felt his lips on hers, already thinking about it. As he pulled back, she simply enjoyed the deep sound of his voice, an amazingly sexy tone to her. She simply adored how wonderful his voice sounded when he did that, the deep resonating tone simply sending chills down her spine. "Oh I promise to be as nice as I can..."Mariella purred softly as she looked at him, chuckling softly at his face. She kissed him lightly on the cheek before shaking her head slowly. "Well lets start out with one lesson, okay?" Her head cocked to the side mischievously, a smirk rising to her lips as she watched him. "Repeat after me....La Mariella es mi toda la reina fuerte y la regla...." Of course Mariella didn't need to let the boy know that he was saying she was her queen and ruler. Of course she was messing with him, but she would enjoy hearing the words roll off his tongue.

[kalib]

Kalib grinned back at her, finding himself lost again. It really shouldn’t be that hard, I mean, it’s not like he could make a fool of himself in the slightest if words weren’t spoken, and he didn’t need to worry about if he were a good kisser or not, that had been long since decided. The thought brought a faint smirk to his lips, but it was replaced with a new grin. He watched her expression become something of admiration while he laughed. “You like that, do you…?” His gaze was mischievous, but he loved bringing a new element of confusion. He liked watching her guess, what was really lying behind those eyes of his? One eyebrow was raised in question, “Hmm?”

But then she rattled off Spanish, words he couldn’t understand. After all, he wasn’t that fluent. Kalib was anything but bilingual. Although he committed the words to memory against his better judgment. Somehow he knew what he was about to repeat to her would either be a tease against him or a morale boost for her. Either way, Kalib rattled it right back at her, surprising himself that it almost sounded like what she had said. Still, he was sure he’d messed up a few words.

“Does that satisfy you Ms. Covas?” he teased, his eyes laughing. “Now,” he said firmer, smirking, “Tell me what I just said. If you don’t I’m liable to do things without true consent on your part nor really thinking about them, so you might want to talk. In English,” he added with a grin.


OOC: Ick, sorry, no muse for Kalib here. Short post. Ick, ick, ick!

[mariellacovas]

OOC:Not a problem, hehe, we all get that at times

Mariella rolled her eyes at the question, returning the mischievous gaze, smirking. "Why, of course I do my dear..." She purred softly, crossing her arms over her chest. He knew what she liked about him, his voice being one of the many, many things about him. It was deep while still remaining pleasing and delightful. She couldn't help but chuckle softly as she heard him repeat exactly what she had said in Spanish. Well, exactly may not be the right word to use. Exact enough for a person that has never spoken Spanish before. When it came to the rolling of the Rs, he was okay at that. Other words that required a more airily spoken tone to it; the 'ue' in fuerte, he didn't seem to catch, but had any native speakers heard him, then they would be able to decipher exactly what he said. Mariella lightly clapped her hands, congratulating him at his proper enough pronunciation.

"Bueno, bueno", Mariella said, still clapping her hands lightly, eyes dancing with laughter. Her eyebrow rose at his threat, looking him over curiously. "Oh, Kalib, Kalib, Kalib....Do you really think it's going to be that easy to pull that information out of me?" Mariella was teasing him again, eyes glittering mischievously as a smirk touched her lips. "You really don't want that information that badly, now do you Kalib? For I can say a lot more things, you know..." More teases, a soft purr following as Mariella's eyes stared up at Kalib's before looking away. "Like...Kalib es muy hermoso or, me gustan fresas, or even Sé que Kalib no tiene ni idea de qué hablo." Mariella looked at him matter-of-factly, eyebrow rising again. Yes, she was challenging him to do his worst, not ready to disclose what she had just said. Although, what she had just rambled on about in Spanish really wasn't not worthy. She called him handsome, she likes strawberries and that he had no clue what he was talking about. Just the truth, hidden to poke fun at the boy.

Mariella stared up at her boyfriend, just hoping to see his challenge. Sad to say, Mariella wasn't afraid of the boy unless he was angered and she knew that he wasn't by that grin. His superior strength and height did put her at a disadvantage if he was going to try anything physical, but Mariella did have a wand. Would she attack though? That was a good question seeing as Mariella rarely attacked anyone, letting her words handle things and if all else fails then use the magic. That didn't mean she was weak, that just meant she knew how to use all of her resources wisely. She found it quite cowardly if one only pointed their wand without using an ounce of thought or brainpower. That's what separated them from the goblins or any other lowly magical creature. Mariella's head cocked to the side slightly, a few strands of hair falling into her face. "So, Kalib...what 'things' were you speaking of, hm?"

[kalib]

Mmm, so his voice got to her, did it? Kalib made a mental note of that – it could be used in an advantage now…not that it hadn’t ever before. The thought brought a smirk to his lips, his features rising in a curious manner. A seductive, alluring expression he hoped would wear her down. If she didn’t want to admit what ever it was he had just repeated (in a fashion, so he messed up a few word…so what?) then he was just going to have to pry it out of her. He could be curious, probably a bit more then really allowed, but that’s what he did. It was all or nothing, never settling nor justifying, but rather taking life by the reins and never letting go. Oh yes, he could be curious.

But then she started babbling again, Kalib catching none of it except for his own name. He raised an eyebrow in question, listening to her fluent tongue. If he was expected to perfect his own vague Spanish he’d better start learning now. But sadly, yes, all he understood of it was his own name. But, she was talking about him, which made it better. The only thing worse then being talked about was not being talked about. Maybe he didn’t gossip like those annoying giggling girls did, but if they needed a topic it was all for it.

“You’re being very unfair and I can not simply allow that. You should know males were bred to be the dominate species so I can’t just let you slide on by that, entienda?” He knew that word at least. Maybe he wasn’t the finest, though it was a start. More importantly, he loved taking her by surprise. “I could be very mean to you,” he whispered dangerously, “For instance, my fire abilities…” He sent the soon-to-be-extinguished creature nipping at her heels though keeping the fabric quite untouched, “I could take that back,” he nodded to her necklace, although they both knew he never would, “I could simply be cold to you, let you suffer in silence across the room,” he withdrew his arms from her, crossing them against his chest definitely. Kalib paused for a moment, wondering just how long he could hold it before she’d get mad.

And then suddenly he spun her around and pinned her to the wall, and he was back at their first meeting, on the outskirts of Hogsmeade. “I think it’s safe to say though, I’d never do that to you.” A smile tainted his expression as he leaned in to kiss her, “Please don’t make me beg…”