It was amazing how much work was necessary for a small get together, but also how quickly and easily it went with the help of another person. Especially when that person happened to be on staff
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Aara listens intently, a small frown tugging the corners of her lips. "Oh. Then it would be useful for angha to have this school. When an angha woman comes of age... it is almost guarenteed she will die. We have lost our ways. Knowlege of our abilities." Sad eyes lift to meet Bobby's. "I should not be alive today." Her tone was raw as she said it.
Her worries ease and slowly melt away at Bobby's smile. She doesn't need to dwell on such things here. Then Bobby uses the word 'pretty' and all thought stops entirely. Aara simply stares, a deep blush crossing over her cheeks like wildfire, and before she realizes it Bobby is already back with her drink, which she accepts with slightly trembling hands.
Pretty?
She had certainly never been considered attractive before, but where she was from, people didn't have pale skin, eyes, and hair. Here, many people did, so maybe he really did think--she cut that line of thought off, heart in her throat as she smiles down into her cup.
"Thank you..."Then she tastes a sip, and sweet, wonderful
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Any color?? She stares in awe for a moment. Was he really so genuine? So... accepting? Her lungs inhale forever on a breath of awe, then his next words make her expression change. Her shoulders sag--her gaze shutters. She withdraws for two seconds, then breathes in air again and forces a smile that shows she long ago expected it--accepted it.
Apparently her looks were never for anyone.
"Oh. Of course not." Another smile, eyes downcast as she tries to hide her pain. Was she doomed to live a life of solitude? Perhaps no one would want her.
Swallowing past the pain, forcing the beginnings of tears to leave her eyes, Aara angles her body away. She doesn't want Bobby to see her right now--especially not like this. She bites her lip, drawing blood. A distraction.
"Blue? I just net someone who was blue..." A shaky laugh escapes. Yes. Distraction.
Maybe she should leave.
"I wish... I came from a place... where everyone looked different." Her best friends would be the outcasts, too.
And Bobby was confused again. She'd looked so awed, happy, and then she just - went completely depressed. Resigned, with a smile that was obviously forced. She looked the way he'd felt, quite a number of times.
Obviously, it was something he'd said. Especially when she replied with 'of course not.' He frowned, only half paying attention as she tried to change the subject, trying to figure out what the hell he'd-
Oh. Oh, crap.
"I didn't mean I don't like blue eyes and blond hair! I love them. I just meant I don't like them over any other combination. But I don't like anything more than blue and blond, either." He wasn't really digging himself out of that hole here, was he?
"Aara..." Bobby reached out, turning her gently back towards him and stepping into her personal space.
He brushed her hair back away from her face, tucking it behind her ear, and focusing completely on her. "You are beautiful. I love your eyes. They remind me of the sky."
Right about then, he was just hoping his attempt to convince Aara that he thought she
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His quick explanation practically rolled off of her, though her heart flipped and twisted because he knew she was upset and was trying to do something about it. Panic seized her. She didn't want him to say false words for her sake. She didn't want that look to be on his face, either. She panicked, backing away half a step, wishing she had left and made up some kind of excuse. She trembled in something very close to intimidation and fear.
When he turned her towards him, she couldn't continue her slow get-away. Her attention was well and truly captured, though a small amount of fear still showed plainly on her face. How she desperately wanted to flee.
Her heart stops at his next words--though she isn't ready to believe that just yet. His comment about her eyes> though...
Her fear slowly dissipated. She stopped looking like she was about ready to break from his grasp and make a run for it. Her eyes light up as a wide smile finds her lips at long last.
It was obvious that she wasn't believing him. More, that she wanted to get away. Which was understandable, considering he'd pretty much just told her that he didn't like how she looked. That hadn't been how he'd meant it at all, but that'd kind of been how it sounded, and that'd been how she took it.
And it'd clearly been the best thing to say when she was obviously looking for reassurance. Yeah. Great job there.
Then she was smiling. Bobby wasn't quite sure he'd gotten through to her, but at least she didn't look like she wanted to flee in fear at the sight of him.
What was it about him that was making girls want to avoid him lately? Oh, right, that thing where he was kind of an idiot.
But he seemed to have backtracked well enough there. Which was good, because he really did think Aara was beautiful.
"Maybe that's why your eyes are blue. Because the sky's part of you." He gave a tentative grin. "And mine are blue because of the ice."
Beauty wasn't what matter to Aara in the slightest. Acceptance on the other hand...
All she wanted was a place to belong. To feel loved and cherished and a part of something. More than simply 'different.' More than the outcast. More than someone others frowned at when they neared, or turned their noses up as they snuffed her existence time and again.
Her own beauty was the last thing on Aara's mind--she simply wished to understand why people--her old clan, mostly--seemed to thing she was a black mark on society. Why scathing glances were shot her way. Why everyone seemed to dislike something about the way she looked.
Maybe if she understood beauty, she would better understand why she didn't have it.
But the sky. The sky. That was something Aara lived for. Thrived in. The sky was one of her treasures. One of her happiest memories. To have eyes that remind someone of something that makes her so incredibly happy.... She felt fulfilled. To have Bobby appreciate his own blue eyes as well, for something he most certainly loved and
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If Bobby ever found out about all of that, he'd wish even more than he could take her back to his world. He knew exactly what it was like not to be accepted by people, to be viewed as different, as a freak, over something you couldn't changed.
But at least he'd had the Institute. He would've loved to share that with her.
All he knew was that she was smiling now, though. That was good enough for him.
Her worries ease and slowly melt away at Bobby's smile. She doesn't need to dwell on such things here. Then Bobby uses the word 'pretty' and all thought stops entirely. Aara simply stares, a deep blush crossing over her cheeks like wildfire, and before she realizes it Bobby is already back with her drink, which she accepts with slightly trembling hands.
Pretty?
She had certainly never been considered attractive before, but where she was from, people didn't have pale skin, eyes, and hair. Here, many people did, so maybe he really did think--she cut that line of thought off, heart in her throat as she smiles down into her cup.
"Thank you..."Then she tastes a sip, and sweet, wonderful ( ... )
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Apparently her looks were never for anyone.
"Oh. Of course not." Another smile, eyes downcast as she tries to hide her pain. Was she doomed to live a life of solitude? Perhaps no one would want her.
Swallowing past the pain, forcing the beginnings of tears to leave her eyes, Aara angles her body away. She doesn't want Bobby to see her right now--especially not like this. She bites her lip, drawing blood. A distraction.
"Blue? I just net someone who was blue..." A shaky laugh escapes. Yes. Distraction.
Maybe she should leave.
"I wish... I came from a place... where everyone looked different." Her best friends would be the outcasts, too.
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Obviously, it was something he'd said. Especially when she replied with 'of course not.' He frowned, only half paying attention as she tried to change the subject, trying to figure out what the hell he'd-
Oh. Oh, crap.
"I didn't mean I don't like blue eyes and blond hair! I love them. I just meant I don't like them over any other combination. But I don't like anything more than blue and blond, either." He wasn't really digging himself out of that hole here, was he?
"Aara..." Bobby reached out, turning her gently back towards him and stepping into her personal space.
He brushed her hair back away from her face, tucking it behind her ear, and focusing completely on her. "You are beautiful. I love your eyes. They remind me of the sky."
Right about then, he was just hoping his attempt to convince Aara that he thought she ( ... )
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When he turned her towards him, she couldn't continue her slow get-away. Her attention was well and truly captured, though a small amount of fear still showed plainly on her face. How she desperately wanted to flee.
Her heart stops at his next words--though she isn't ready to believe that just yet. His comment about her eyes> though...
Her fear slowly dissipated. She stopped looking like she was about ready to break from his grasp and make a run for it. Her eyes light up as a wide smile finds her lips at long last.
"I... love the sky ( ... )
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And it'd clearly been the best thing to say when she was obviously looking for reassurance. Yeah. Great job there.
Then she was smiling. Bobby wasn't quite sure he'd gotten through to her, but at least she didn't look like she wanted to flee in fear at the sight of him.
What was it about him that was making girls want to avoid him lately? Oh, right, that thing where he was kind of an idiot.
But he seemed to have backtracked well enough there. Which was good, because he really did think Aara was beautiful.
"Maybe that's why your eyes are blue. Because the sky's part of you." He gave a tentative grin. "And mine are blue because of the ice."
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All she wanted was a place to belong. To feel loved and cherished and a part of something. More than simply 'different.' More than the outcast. More than someone others frowned at when they neared, or turned their noses up as they snuffed her existence time and again.
Her own beauty was the last thing on Aara's mind--she simply wished to understand why people--her old clan, mostly--seemed to thing she was a black mark on society. Why scathing glances were shot her way. Why everyone seemed to dislike something about the way she looked.
Maybe if she understood beauty, she would better understand why she didn't have it.
But the sky. The sky. That was something Aara lived for. Thrived in. The sky was one of her treasures. One of her happiest memories. To have eyes that remind someone of something that makes her so incredibly happy.... She felt fulfilled. To have Bobby appreciate his own blue eyes as well, for something he most certainly loved and ( ... )
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But at least he'd had the Institute. He would've loved to share that with her.
All he knew was that she was smiling now, though. That was good enough for him.
"Do you want one of those cupcakes?"
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She smiles a bit shyly, cheeks pinking lightly at the offer.
"Will you try one too?"
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