Cliff top reverie

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Andromeda Fiorelli

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Sitting on top of the cliff edge Andy looked out across the vast stretch of nothingness below. The path that led off the other direction bypassed this particular area and she was glad. Sick to death of students quizzing her as if she had all the answers when she was utterly clueless most of the time. Being a 6th year student she thought things would get easier but it hadn't, she had done nothing but make her own life miserable. Crispin was on her mind constantly and she missed him desperately but she knew there was no going back for her now. Once she got the nerve up and told him what she had done, he wouldn't want to spend any more time with her. He would never forgive her just as she could never forgive her self.

The rain had thankfully died down earlier on and the wind was nothing more than a strong breeze that blew her hair about her face making her look more wild than she already appeared. Her pale skin seemed to glow in the dull grey day as if she were more suited to the grey cold climate than the warmer one. Pulling her knees up under her chin she wrapped her arms about them and continued to stare out into the unknown. This seemed to be the extent of her life of late.

sorry for crap title - am rusty rping as Andy :(
 
Carlisle was in need of air. Even with his usually light and easy personality, he found it stuffy within the castles and around the grounds. After spending years at a time away from most civilization.. He was a boy who could appreciate open air and space, especially the quiet. So, Carlisle was, yet again, getting as far away from the school as possible and heading up to the cliffs. His intent was actually to get some training in, his silver long sword strapped against his back. The tight blue shirt that covered his torso leaving the faint outline of it down his back.

Of course Carlisle was never the one to stick with the path and this was no exception. Upon nearing the cliffs he started to wander off the track, not really minding where he would end up.. As long as it was suitable.

He had just come out from the tree line when he noticed Andy up by the edge of the cliff, hair billowing in the strong breeze. His eyebrow raised slightly as a smile flashed across his face. Perhaps some less training and more conversation would take place? Within a few light and practically silent steps he was behind her. "Bonjour Andy , sembler bien que toujours, How are you?” Carlisle chuckled slightly at his own words, the slightly rumbling pur emitting with it, His French lilting accent made his words dance near Andy’s ear.
 
Andromeda heard the sounds of footsteps behind her, knew from the way the person thread that they were trying for the 'surprise' approach. Wondering just what idiot would want to sneak up on her she waited but did not have to wait very long. It had been some time since herself and Carlisle had spoken. The last time they had been alone they had both been too caught up with hormones and a massive amount of lust. Andromeda had thankfully regained her senses in time but she should have known from that point on wards that she was nothing short of a preying mantis instead of a werewolf.

Without flinching or showing surprise at all she merely moved over a fraction in case he chose to sit with her. Still she didn't speak and only after a moment did she eventually rest her cheek on her knees to look at him.

"I haven't spoken French in a long time Carlisle... what did you say?" not giving too much notice to her less than friendly manner, it did not seem to bother Andy that she had not even said hello but simply started the conversation as if mid-way. She had gone to great pains at one time to learn how to speak French, it seemed like a life time ago now. Herself and Carlisle were dating then and she had really wanted to make an effort, to show him just how special to her, he was. Of course when they did break up after her own 'break down' into darkness she had not bothered to continue her classes, she hadn't bothered with a lot of things and now once again she felt the same old trappings of that period engulf her. Though before she had plenty of friends willing to pull her back, she knew there were very few of them left around this time. She had almost made sure of that.
 
Of course Andy would have heard him coming up behind her, with those ears of hers. Still, the absence of even a generally polite greeting cut Carlisle slightly. His bright mood seemed to dim slightly, His blue eyes turning slightly grey. Slowly he moved to sit next, but not to close, to her, deciding to ignore he question of the French words. “Solitude can become a deadly disease…One should not seek it so much” Even in English his words seemed to twist gently. It was saddening to him to watch her seem to fade away from everyone.. Withdrawing as much as she could. Not matter how much he convinced himself otherwise, he still held feelings for her and he didn’t think those would change anytime soon.

Carlisle looked out over the windswept cliffs and into the distance carefully, not entirely sure what to say. The sword that lay strapped to his back was forgotten as he looked out over the land. He waited there quietly for at least her to say something…Even if it was to go away. “Cela me manque votre sourire quelquefois.” The words barely left his lips let alone made a sound as he sighed to the open landscape. Blue-grey eyes waiting..
 
As he spoke she sighed and looked away from him back out onto the grey overcast day. What she didn't want especially from him was a lecture, he was one to talk anyhow. Constantly running solo whenever the mood took him and yet as soon as she needed privacy or simple down time, it was seen as a bad thing. Sure her thoughts wrapped about themselves and she did herself no favours whatsoever with where her train of thought took her but she felt keenly that she had no right to be happy, to gleam any bit of happiness when she took it so easily from everyone else.

"I'll seek what I damn well choose" she muttered back to him, her hand trailing down to where one of her wands was strapped inside her black boot. Change the subject she fumed to herself, change it before you want nothing more than to blast a hole through him. Feelings of rage had been bubbling more and more to the surface of late and though once she may have tried to stop them, she simply allowed them now. No more Mr. Nice Guy or the female equivalent. Turning again she noticed the sword on his back as he himself muttered words in his native tongue again and this time she was on her feet in record timing.

Swift and sure like a mountain goat, Andy stood brazenly glaring at him from the cliff edge.
"Would you shut up with the French already!" she glowered, "How would you like it if I spoke Italian or Irish to you?" she had recognized something about a smile in there and wanted to kick his sentimental ass off the cliff for it. She didn't need some slushy conversation getting into her head right now, she didn't need any other guy getting in under her skin.
"What's the sword for?"
 
Carlisle suddenly realized how pathetically hypocritical he was being. What had Carlisle been doing since he could walk? Running off god knows where for months, even years, at a time. Still… that didn’t give Andy permission to wallow about, it wasn’t healthy.
He quickly realized that his words were not the best of choice at all. Perhaps even coming within aiming distance of a spell wasn’t as wise as he had first thought. Even for his eyes, the speed of which the pulled herself off of the ground surprised him. For a moment his battle instincts kicked in, he was still crouching and therefore at the disadvantage… Plus she had general rage on her side.

Carlisle was already spinning himself up to his feet as she told him to stop speaking in French. He was realizing that he was doing it more and more lately almost like a reoccurring bad habit. His eyes were blazing gold as he watched her carefully, making sure her hands kept their distance from a wand. She asked about the sword strapped to his back and he slid his left hand over it, curling the fingers tightly around the hilt. “It’s so I don’t get blasted” He said in the slightest of annoyed tones as it slid about an inch of the blade itself, the silver glinting in a ray of overcast light.

“Now would you calm down” The words came out as more of a growl than anything.. The stupidest thing about the situation was, although he felt threatened enough to need the sword.. He was still strangely at ease in her presence. He stood there for a moment longer, eyes blazing as it fixated on hers before asking as casually as he could, “So how has school been?”.
 
Andy looked at him from hooded eyes as he too leaped to his feet, she wanted to tell him he was getting slower that she'd take him no problem in a duel the rate he was going but she stopped herself.
"Do you really think that thing could stop any curse or hex I could send your way?" she asked seriously, not any hint of teasing in her voice at all. Her amber eyes watched the silver glint of the sword as it was unsheathed a fraction, it was beautiful and she wanted to see more of it.
She had garnered the tone of voice he had used and knew better than to goad him any further, things happened when they got angry around one another. They got far too heated and her mood at the moment did not need anymore fuel to burn. She kept herself at a decent enough distance from him and held her hands out slowly as if to show him she was still friendly, somewhat.

"Show me your sword and I will?" she told him, a smile as of old flickered momentarily across her lip, "school is school it doesn't change."
 
'Do you really think that thing could stop any curse or hex I could send your way?'

It was true, Carlisle was getting slow.. And he hated it. That was most of the reason why he had decided to come out here He simply refused to Lose his abilities, especially not the ability to wield a sword. Even so, if she did send something nasty his way.. perhaps he couldn't stop it but he could certainly do some major damage before he went down. The thought of having to sent a rush of adrenalin and heat flooding throughout his body, his senses raising slightly. Calm down idiot...you know what happens., oh yes.. Already he was taking extra notice of her scent and form. It happened every time.. Quickly Carlisle changed the subject in his head to the sword which she now asked to see.

After a moment's consideration there was a glint of a silver and the ringing sound of metal being unsheathed as Carlisle expertly spun the Sword out and around his hand before bringing it before him steadily, the blade tip reaching for the sky. The sun showed off its sheen with a glint running up the blade, highlighting the ornate, curling text carved into it. The Blazing gold eyes showed off abit of pride at the shining sword as Carlisle's lips curled into a slight smile.
 
She watched as he seemed to ponder whether or not to give her the sword, tempted to tell him to stop being so damn childish again she held her tongue but somehow Andromeda knew that would not last for very long. What was such a big deal about a sword for crying out loud, she had seen a few already and they were no great shakes. She much preferred her wands.

Eventually he eased it out and held it before him, keeping it erect as the only ray of light in the miserable day seemed to catch the silver of hit's hilt and ornate detail and glint dangerously. Andy looked at the hilt and took a step closer, her hands still outstretched for it. Completely ignoring his pride induced smile.

"That is beautiful" she raised exasperated eyes from the sword to him, "Carlisle would you just let me hold it for crying out loud. I want to see it properly ... I promise I will take good care of it, ok?" From here she could see that there was some intricate detail etched into the hilt and along the blade but with his hands covering most of the handle she couldn't quite make out all of it. Changing her approach a little she turned the full dazzling power of her amber eyes on him.
"Please."
 
((sorry for the short post, epic mind blank))

As soon as she turned her dazzling eyes on him, he instnatly averted his downwards. A smiled crossed his face with a chuckle, "No need for that dear" With another simple movement he slipped the sword so that the blade lay flat on his palm and the perfectly engraved hilt offered itself to her. His eyes moved back up to her as he kept the smile. "Those eyes cheat I say..." Traces of humor were weaving themselves through his voice again slowly.

"Anyway...Since when did you have an interest in swords?" He asked curiously, eyebrow raising slightly as he did. "Promise not to attack me with it?" the smile broadened into a grin slightly as he said this, even if there was the off chance that she would. As He held the blade out to her, the markins that were engraved up the sword became more clearer, yet they were in a language that seemed so unusual and old.
 
Andy had known she was playing unfairly by giving him the 'puppy dog' eyes but with her hands now reaching for the sword, it had been worth it.
"My eyes can't cheat, the person using them maybe but not the eyes themselves" she grinned back as her fingers clasped about the hilt and slowly she drew it from his opened hands to take a better look. Holding it with infinite care she gazed at the wolf's head at the very top and the other at the cuff. Her eyes flew to his for a brief moment before she gazed back down at the most beautiful piece of craftsmanship she had ever held besides her uncles wand.

The Fiorelli's had their own collection of swords in one of the long galleries, broad swords and epee's that had all been used alongside the wands the ancestors had wielded. She had never understood why any witch or wizard would feel the need for one but as she held the sword in her hand she could feel a surge of invincibility almost run through her. It was heady and extremely potent.
"I'm not interested in swords, I am interested in this one" she told him, stepping back carefully and with one hand slashing through the air effortlessly with the weapon as if she was a dab hand at swordfighting all her life. A smirk crossed her lips as she lowered the blade directing it at Carlisle's chest as she took a step closer until the blade tip, touched a button on his shirt.

"I can't promise you anything" she told him, allowing a moment to pass before flipping the sword back over and passing it back to him hilt first.
"What do they mean?" she asked about the engravings marked along it's blade, "where did you get this from?"
 
Carlisle rolled his eyes with a chuckle as Andy made the comment that it wasn't the eyes that could cheat but the person using them. "Well then your a little cheat" His tongue snaked out at her as he grinned. Feeling the weight of the weapon leave his palm slowly as she took it from him, his burning eyes carefully watched her movements. He was quickly pleased to discover that she took great care with it. Most people see swords as just a hunk of metal, pathetic once put against a wand.. but they are much more then that, they are art, extensions of ones body. you can become quite attached to a sword, even develop a new fighting style because of it. Plus, a wand could be waved around by anyone while a sword required skill and form, it could look graceful and menacing.. It's movements elegant or bold

He raised his eyebrow as she made a few slashes through the air, the blade slicing the air easily with a satisfactory hum. He realized that it would he like trying to lift a boulder to anyone else but he and Andy weren’t exactly your normal everyday folk. The eyebrow raised further as he felt the sword tip press against his front gently as she said she can’t make any promises. Suddenly she flipped the sword over so the hilt was facing him before asking what the writing meant and where he got the sword.

Carlisle swung the sword either side of him in large circles that got faster and faster until he made a slight flick of his wrist which sent the blade out in a diagonal direction, point perfectly dead still in a thrust. He felt his form coming back to him with every second. “Both are secrets…But I can tell you the writing is old and so is the sword” He chuckle before sending himself into a dance. A sword dance that he had made himself. Within moment’s he was a fluid movement of perfect body and silver. The blade flashed and glinted with each thrust and parry as his body moved seamlessly with it. A tight flip before a wide arc and quick figure of 8, dance to the side of a thrust, etc. He almost seemed to forget that Andy was standing there ass he practically ran a few steps up of a tree before kicking off of it in a flip, arcing the blade defensively around his body.

He landed perfectly with the blade poised in a horizontal fashion before his body. Suddenly his eyes flickered to Andy and the blade lowered. "uh…anyway, you like it then?” His voice made it clear that he wasn’t really used to performing in front of people like that.. With a sword at least.
 
He took back his sword letting her know that both things she asked of were a secret. Andy rolled her eyes at this, hands resting on her hips as she watched him begin to swing the sword about him. Carlisle had always been one of the few people who really interested her,there had always been something about him that stood apart from everyone else and even now he was able to distract her from her thoughts of Crispin.

"Oh really Einstein because I could figure that much out for myself" she told him but all words from that point were redundant as she watched him perform with the sword. It was like it had become an extension of himself and exactly how she at times moved with her wands. There was never any need in the magical world to dance about with swift deliberate ease as Carlisle was doing with his sword but she enjoyed it none the less.

Unable to take her eyes from him she felt the old stirrings begin, the familiar attraction as she admired his form so that after he ran up the tree and flipped over to stand before her once more, she stared mutely at him for a moment. His words sliced through her equilibrium like the sword itself and nodding her head, she crouched down and retrieved her wands.
Nothing was going to happen here, they would not touch, they would not kiss, nothing! She was adamant about that and if it meant blasting him out of her way, she was more than willing to do that as well. Andy may not have told Crispin yet just what type of slag he was dating, but she was going too and until then she would strive her damnedest to behave herself. She owed him that much at least.

"Yeah I like" she muttered, hands at her sides now but her fingers firmly gripping her wands.
 
..Something was up, she was staring blankly at him until he had asked if she liked the sword. Then, she'd gone down to obviously retrieve some wands. Carlisle wen't from slightly embarrassed to rigid. His eyes flickered from her hands to her burning Amber eyes. Had he done something wrong? What could he have possibly done? He looked at her as if almost confused. He swung the sword back into its sheath in one movement before standing ther before her quietly, the slightest glean of sweat clinging to his limbs as his chest rose and fell in deeper breathes. He felt the urge to take his T-shirt off, if only to cool off abit but realized that he'd probablyy get blasted before it left his body.

His still slightly confused look tilted to the side slightly with his head. "Andy?" He asked cautiously, keeping the wand hands in periferal vision at all times but focussing on her. He took a very slow step forward, with his hands outstretched to show no harm, little did he know that that wasn't what the problem was. Luckily he stopped himself there, realizing that any closer and her scent would affect him more than he could handle. "what's up..?" His voice was gentle, containing the slightest pur as he talked to her.
 
Her eyes drank him in and she knew this was it, she would be held accountable for ever more by her actions. She was pathetic in the extreme and it aggravated her relentlessly that she seemed to be a slave to her own desires. The beads of sweat seemed to glisten from him and she wrinkled her nose at the distinct smell of him. How often did she have to battle this craziness inside herself? Why couldn't she simply be happy in the love she had, why had she betrayed him over something so paltry? He hadn't deserved it, none of it.

Looking at Carlisle she saw the motion as if it had been slowed down considerably and before his foot touched the ground again, one of her wands had been lifted to point directly at him.
"Do not take another step closer Carlisle" she warned him, her other hand held itself steady and to her side. She was becoming nothing short of lethal in a duel and knew that she could probably take Carlisle out with a minor spell if needs be. But was she really capable of stupefying him for her own ends? To be able to high tail it out of there with some shred of dignity still in tact?

"You know damn well what happens when we get too close and I can't... I've messed up big time Carlisle. Huge!" slowly she lowered the wand again as she looked away from him, disgust riddling her for what she was becoming more and more capable of doing to those she cared about.
 
Carlisle was well aware that Andy would most likely take him out before his foot even hit the ground in his next step and even if he believed that he could win… He hadn’t the heart to attack her. He stood in that spot, cautious of her warning.

She went on and commented about how she had messed up big time. ‘Messed up big time? What happened to sunshine and butterflies with what his face?’ He thought curiously to himself before holding his hands out before him in a gesture of peace and submission. “What are you on about? How have you messed up?” He paused to give her a concerned look before continuing. “I thought you were cherry and giggles with what’s-his-name?” He held himself still and concentrated on everything else but her smell as he waited for some sort of answer. He couldn’t screw up again… Not this time.

((sorry for the insanely short post ,_, ))
 
:p might have to hex you if they get shorter xD I keed ;)


Andy felt the lump form in her throat, the very thought of Crispin let her lower her wand more. She shook her head slowly, rubbing her temple with great agitation before sighing and looking over at him.
"I can't get a grip on myself Carlisle. I got drunk and snogged the face of a complete stranger. It would have gone so much further than that but I managed to get some semblence of sanity back ... and then... then I went and did the same damn thing the following evening" she swore under her breath, pocketing her wand now and not caring any more if he came closer to her or not. There was nothing left of her if she didn't have Crispin, she was an empty shell without him.

"The second night I wasn't even drunk so didn't have any excuse... I'm nothing more than a slag Carlisle. How could I do that to him?" her legs felt as if they would give out beneath her so slowly she sat down again, hoping he would not have seen the momentary lapse of weakness in her stance. Dragging her legs close to her she stared out over the precipice once more.
"I have no excuse for what I did... I felt lonely, he wasn't around. I kept convincing myself that his job was more important to him than I was. How childish and spoiled is that kind of thinking?" she turned then to look up at him, as if he would have the answers.
 
Carlisle felt his muscles ease up a bit as she lowered her wand further, his own stance loosening slightly. He listened quietly as she explained her story of how she had betrayed Crispin not once, but twice in succession before insulting herself and asking Carlisle how she could have done that to him. For a split second she looked as if she was about to fall over but eased herself down into a seated position.

Carlisle crouched down himself, still listening as she explained how she couldn't be excused and asked another presumably rhetorical question. He closed his eyes for a moment and let the clean breeze brush his hair from his face for a moment with a sigh. Staying like that, he listened for the sounds around them, an almost blank look of peace on his face. For a while it seemed like he would not say anything at all, let alone answer.. But finally, "What you did was horrible". Slowly his eyes opened to the sky above before turning out to look over the cliffs with her. "But not worth destroying yourself over... So much energy is spent on hating yourself that could be used to make sure your better for the future... And if what's-his-face truly loves you and from what I hear, he does. Then he'll give you forgiveness if you truly apologize and have enough confidence to promise truthfully that you won't do it again." A slight smile crossed his lips for a moment, "A relationship is built upon trust and forgiveness... when trust is broken then forgiveness must be employed to rebuild that trust, As long as he can forgive."
 
Andy heard him and knew she should take heart in his words but also knew that herself and Crispin were of a darker nature than most. A trust broken was just that, broken unrepairable much like how she herself was. Unfixable in the extreme. Crispin could not and would not forgive her these transgressions and she would not and could not blame him because she knew for certain that if had done it to her, she would rip his heart out and have it for dinner.

They were as good as over, as good as finished. The great love of her life diminished because of her own stupidity. It mattered not any more how bad she beat herself up over it, she had let him slip through her fingers.
"I'm a bloody werewolf Carlisle, my very nature draws men in. I can barely control the cravings of my body on regular days, so on or around a full moon is worse. I wish I could say that had been an excuse at the time too but it wasn't even a factor" she glanced over at him watching him closely, "I never did to you."

She didn't know why she felt the need to say that, as if she had to make it very clear to him that she had not betrayed him as well while they had dated. No, her wanton desires seemed only to come to the fore since last year. Hadn't she snogged about half the boys in the school then, Crispin being one of them. It was how they had met after all. Turning away again she put her face down into her hands and groaned.
"I should have left ... my family all returned to Ireland and England before the school year and I could have gone with them but I chose to stay ... for him" she found the irony in that painful and once again realized that the idea of leaving Hogwarts to return to Ireland or to go to live with Essie in England was strong once more. What else was there for her here?
 
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