Where Are We Going From Here (Diana)

[Liam Carroway]

Paint me a picture
and hang it on the wall...

Color it darkly.
The lines will start to crawl.

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Liam was happy. It didn’t happen very often, but there were a few select moments here and there that made him smile. This was one of those precious little moments. He was lying on his back on the floor of the empty classroom on the sixth floor. It was a risk and he knew it. A professor could come by at anytime. He would get in a lot of trouble if a professor walked in and found him having sex in an empty classroom. Well, technically he wasn’t having sex at the moment. They’d just finished…

He rolled over onto his side. His eyes gazed at the pale flesh of the body lying next to him. What was this that he was feeling? It had all started out so carefree…so meaningless, but now? He didn’t know. She’d told him about her past, how she and her Mum had struggled after her father ran out on them. Alright, so Liam was a guy and by nature not like girls who cried over every sad story to be told, but even he had a soft spot for hearing stories about family troubles. Family was important to him.

“Give me a few minutes to rest and we can try for round two.” He said. He had leaned over to whisper in her ear as he snaked an arm around her middle and pulled her close. He couldn’t help it as his smile widened. So what was this? Was it love? No, it couldn’t be. Was he even ready to fall in love? He doubted it. So what was this? Perhaps it was hormones. Yes, that was the likely cause. He’d read one of his cousin’s psychology books a few years back. By this point he probably had so much serotonin and dopamine surging through his brain that he was lucky he could walk straight anymore.

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Draw me away to the night from the day,
Leave not a trace to be found.
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MESSING WITH?!? Diana
WORDS?!? ??
LYRICS?!? Blackmore's Night
CREDIT?!? Krys
OTHER?!? Nope

[Diana Black]

Oh but that had been good.

Exhausting, because Diana had had a pretty long day before it, but worth it. She glanced back at Liam next to her, and grinned, a little bit reminded of why she hooked up with him at all - he was hot, and he was good. She lay back for a moment, running it through her head, and then smiled again. Liam - ravenclaw, rebellious and proud - was her latest 'fling of the week' though the week was turning into a month and he had been her most satisfactory one since a very long time - especially when compared to some of her recent crushes - the hufflepuff who needed help with EVERYTHING (she had forgotten his name), the gryffindor boy who just flirted with her and never wanted to go further (what a wuss), and the other gryffindor who didnt even seem to want to talk to her for some weird reason (but she would eventually have him, she was sure of that - Diana could not bear not having something she wanted.)

He called her attention back to himself by promising her a second round soon. She grinned, leaned in, and gave him a deep kiss, before releasing him and getting up. Her brown and black dress (it had been outrageously expensive for the fact that it used practically no fabric) lay discarded on the floor along with her black heels but she stepped over them, making no attempt to cover herself up. He'd seen everything important already anyway, and the clothes would just come in the way for round 2, no matter how good they made her look. She was not very bothered about anyone walking in and finding them. As far as she was concerned, it was just more attention.

She leaned over, dug out her wand from her discarded handbag and conjured up two bottles of butterbeer. She had stash in her room, ordered a few days ago, and kept chill in anticipation of her wanting a good drink at the right time. She just wished she had had something stronger. She opened them, also with magic, and then joined Liam again, handing the bottle to him. "Drink one, my father used to say it helps keep up your stamina," she said with a grin. Either way, it might calm him down and ease him into round 2, which she was eagerly awaiting. It was a lie, of course - she'd left her father long before he'd had any chance to say anything of this sort to her. In fact, she'd picked it up from one of her grandfather's ladies (she could think of worse names for them, but that was what the housekeeper had always called them) - the one who'd always been drunk. One day, in a drunken fit, she'd told her grandfather it was the only way she could tolerate him. He'd bundled her up without even her clothes. But of course, there was no need to tell Liam any of this.

She took a sip.

TAG: Liam
WORDS:

[/color] 514
MUSE:[/color] -
CLOTHING:[/color] None? Lol.
NOTES:[/color] Haha dont worry mine wasnt stellar either.
CREDIT:[/color] TILLY of caution 2.0. picture by alina @ caution. [/font][/left][/size]

[Liam Carroway]

Paint me a picture
and hang it on the wall...

Color it darkly.
The lines will start to crawl.

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A small groan escaped Liam's lips as he protested her breaking the kiss. A few more kisses like that and he'd be ready for round two sooner than later. He watched Diana in silence as she stood and pulled her wand out of her bag. He didn't quite understand girls and their need to carry handbags everywhere they went. Though he did have to admire Diana. This girl was not ashamed of her body (not that she had any reason to be). There was another thing he never quite understood about girls. They insisted on covering themselves up after sex. By that point Liam had likely already seen and touched anything worth covering so what was with the sudden bout of shyness?

He watched as Diana summoned a couple of butterbeers. He'd been thinking about sneaking down to Hogsmeade when they were done here, but a butterbeer now was good too. He took one of the bottles while muttering a soft thank you and took a sip. While he much preferred firewhiskey, he did appreciate a good butterbeer every now and again. He was in a very happy place at the moment and that's why it took a few moments for it to register in his brain exactly what she had said. She'd told him before that her father had left her and her mother when she was young. Now she was reciting some bullshit advice that her father gave her. Which was the truth?

"If that was the case, then what's his position on firewhiskey?" Liam asked. He did his best to keep a straight face and his voice even. He took a long pull from his bottle as he listened for her response. He clenched his jaw as he swallowed. Anger was building up inside of him. If there was one thing he hated more than anything else, it was people that lied and pretended to be something they just weren't. He would not tolerate it.

"You lying little bitch!" He yelled. He was angry and couldn't hold his temper in one moment longer. He threw his bottle at the wall and after a loud crack the silent room was filled with the unmistakable sound of shattering glass. He was on his feet a moment later. He grabbed his jeans and shoved his legs into them as quickly as he was able to without fumbling too much. If this was some meaningless little fling, then why did he feel so betrayed. As he turned to face her, his eyes were wild...feral, like the eyes of a caged tiger. "If there's one thing I can't stand it's someone who lies. Was there any truth to anything you told me?" He demanded.

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Draw me away to the night from the day,
Leave not a trace to be found.
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MESSING WITH?!? Diana
WORDS?!? 481
LYRICS?!? Blackmore's Night
CREDIT?!? Krys
OTHER?!? Sorry for the late reply...I've been super busy lately....I also hope you don't mind that I assumed Diana's reply would be another lie. If you need me to just let me know and I can change that!

[Diana Black]

She grinned lightly at his protesting groan, knowing he probably didn't need the help of the butterbeer (he had her, after all) but she was getting tired and thirsty, so she took another sip. And then another. And another. No chance of her getting actually drunk on butterbeer, so she wasn't too afraid of that - she had a high tolerance of alcohol and butterbeer was practically nothing. They even let kids drink that. It did make her feel good and warm inside, so she settled back down next to Liam, ready to start kissing him again - in fact, she did kiss him once on the neck, before he turned to her to ask her a question.

"If that was the case, then what's his position on firewhiskey?"

She leaned in for another kiss, this time on the cheek. His jaw seemed a little tense, so she hoped he'd drink a bit more and loosen up a little. "Oh he thought firewhisky was even better, as long as you didn't get yourself too drunk and unable to continue," she said with a grin. She wanted him to cheer up. This was a figment of her imagination, too, but Liam didn't need to know that. "I wanted firewhisky but I couldn't get an-" She stopped, mid sentence, as Liam suddenly threw the bottle against the wall. She gasped and reacted quickly, moving as far away from him as she could so that he couldn't hurt her. Not that she thought he'd have the balls to strike her (she was still holding her wand, after all and the bottle of butterbeer, which she could use as a weapon) but it was an instinct. She believed it had kept her alive. But why was he so angry?

"You lying little bitch!"

Oh shit. What had she lied about? For the life of her she couldn't remember. But she guessed it had to be something about her father. Oh dear, but had she told him that he had abused her or something? Oh no. She remembered her lie, a second too late. Why did she have to bring up her infernal father? Shit. She wondered which stance she should take. Of course, she had to lie again - but would it be angriness, or would she play the damsel in distress? Perhaps tears would melt him. He really did seem very angry, and he was too much of an introvert to be predictable."Oh Liam," she said, forcing herself to form tears, and one did come very easily - she was good at tears and his anger had shaken her up anyway. "Of course I told you the truth about everything else. I just couldn't, for this once - because, because it seemed like better to tell you that my father was gone than to tell you...tell you how much he'd hurt me. How can a girl admit what her own father..." She broke down into a flurry of (fake) crying.

Ah, but what a tangled web she weaved. Though would he fall into it and get caught?

TAG: Liam
WORDS:

[/color] 516
MUSE:[/color] -
CLOTHING:[/color] None? Lol.
NOTES:[/color] No problem I'm really enjoying this so far.
CREDIT:[/color] TILLY of caution 2.0. picture by alina @ caution. [/font][/left][/size]