Post by Harmony Lupin on Nov 24, 2007 16:42:07 GMT -5
Come with me dance, my dear
Winter's so cold this year
It wasn't too long ago. That night, when Harmony had found herself locating a local muggle bar that she had been to many times before. She had ordered herself an alcoholic drink, her black coat rested solemnly over the back of her chair. It was a simple enough plan - drink yourself to the bottom of a bottle, and forget him forever. Though she knew she could never be able to forget him forever, she knew she could get him out of that place in her heart. No doubt he would always have a spot there in that small organ of hers, but never again will he be able to say that it belonged to him and only him. That was the plan, until a friend walked back into her life.
It seemed innocent enough. He sat down across from her, Harmony barely being able to take any hits form her drink. She was lonely, and he was entertaining. The two exchanged laughs, they exchanged stories and thoughts, opinions on different topics. They even had a chance to compare biceps in the middle of the pub. But what was not expected was the near collision of lips. What was not expected was for Harmony to run out without given him a chance to speak, nor for them to talk about what almost happened. And now, she stood in front of the door to his flat, her mind racing around her head, and her heart sinking into her stomach.
Her clothes where somewhat different form the last time Harmony saw Shadow. She was still in a pair of jeans, they being ripped in several places and held together by safety pins. Her shirt was white, skin tight and long sleeve as it usually was this time of year. It read the doors across it [ a band that was probably Harmony's favorite ], and her classic black converse covered her feet. Her long black jacket had not changed, and the rings that rested on her fingers and the necklace around her neck where the same as well. Her right hand viciously played with the ring resting on her pointer finger on her left hand, a nervous habit. Dare she knock?
She almost walked away. But there would be no sense of satisfactory in that. She would just be running away - again. swallowing her pride she lifted her hand to the door, and knocked three times.
Thump.Thump.Thump.You are so warm, My wintertime love to be