Post by wallece on Jul 3, 2011 7:19:20 GMT -5
lucas seth wallece
twenty , ravenclaw , junior , mitch hewer , canon
name:
lucas seth wallece
nicknames:
luc, wallece
age:
twenty
house:
ravenclaw
occupation:
full time student
blood status:
muggleborn
wand:
dragon heartstring, ash wood, twelve inches
relationship status:
single
lucas seth wallece
nicknames:
luc, wallece
age:
twenty
house:
ravenclaw
occupation:
full time student
blood status:
muggleborn
wand:
dragon heartstring, ash wood, twelve inches
relationship status:
single
play-by:
mitch hewer
hair color:
blond
eye color:
grey-blue
distinguishing features:
lucas has a really faint scar on his stomach from an operation he had to have when he was a kid, and faint scars on his legs from just being a typical boy- you know, falling out of trees, playing soccer and what not with the guys. but other than that, there's not a lot 'distinguishable' about lucas.
style:
lucas's style is very plain, casual. he likes casual shirts, usually plain singlets or shirts, or the shirts with simple patterns on it. his signature look seems to involve jeans and it's true that thats all he seems to wear, unless he's going for a run or at the beach or something. but yeah, think the adorable guy that lives next door, who really doesn't dress to impress, and who looks great despite the obvious lack of effort put into his clothes. the lack of effort he puts in his clothes he puts into his hair. lucas's hair is his baby, and he could probably spend hours and hours working on it. but overall, lucas rocks the 'effortless' look, purely because he can't be bothered doing much else.
mitch hewer
hair color:
blond
eye color:
grey-blue
distinguishing features:
lucas has a really faint scar on his stomach from an operation he had to have when he was a kid, and faint scars on his legs from just being a typical boy- you know, falling out of trees, playing soccer and what not with the guys. but other than that, there's not a lot 'distinguishable' about lucas.
style:
lucas's style is very plain, casual. he likes casual shirts, usually plain singlets or shirts, or the shirts with simple patterns on it. his signature look seems to involve jeans and it's true that thats all he seems to wear, unless he's going for a run or at the beach or something. but yeah, think the adorable guy that lives next door, who really doesn't dress to impress, and who looks great despite the obvious lack of effort put into his clothes. the lack of effort he puts in his clothes he puts into his hair. lucas's hair is his baby, and he could probably spend hours and hours working on it. but overall, lucas rocks the 'effortless' look, purely because he can't be bothered doing much else.
likes:
- arya
- twelve
- reading
- writing
- hogwarts
- being away from home
- his friends
- letting lose (every now and then)
- being muggleborn
- his hair
- grapefruit
- butterbeer
- ravenclaws
- casual clothes
- sleeping
- running
- keeping fit
- getting good marks
- muggle sports
- being recognised for his actions
- hard work
dislikes:
- adrienne
- his parents
- his home
- his sisters old school teacher
- the idea of becominf fat
- bad smells
- obnoxious and slutty girls
- bad hair days
- mushrooms
- pumpkin juice
- loud noises
- snoring dorm-mates
- jerk-offs
- failing
- getting low marks
- being ignored
- being the oldest
- big crowds
- distractions and temptations
- parties
- justin bieber
strengths:
- his intelligence
- kind
- caring
- blunt honesty
- witty
- conservative
- 'boy next door' charm
- his almost 'black and white' view of the world
weaknesses:
- anger issues
- naive
- easily taken advantage of
- terrible liar
- charms class
- quidditch
- girls
- lack of experience with girls
fears:
- that someone who shouldn't know about arya's condition will find out.
- someone finding out his 'other' secret.
- public speaking.
- failing. everything.
dreams:
- that one day he'll be free from his family.
- to graduate with an 'o' average.
- to get a girlfriend in the next year.
- to get a job.
secrets:
- he keeps his sister's mpd close to his heart.
- when he turned seventeen, he went back and 'dealt to' arya's teacher.
- he's never had a girlfriend.
personality:
"have you ever heard the saying that your biggest strength is also your biggest weakness? i don't know, sometimes that saying baffles me completely but in this case, i think it fits. would you mind if i just talked about myself instead, and you can make up their mind on whether its a strength or weakness in my personality outline, yeah? the first and most basic one is that i'm fairly QUIET AND CONSERVATIVE, but this isn't really what you think it is. believe it or not, i'm actually a social person. i love talking to people, meeting new people and all that, you know. being a typical guy in the sense that i like to just hang out with the boys and stuff. but it's more in the sense that i watch what i say. a lot. i'm more the type of guy to come out with a random fact about the solar system or something than get into a deep and meaningful conversation with someone. and it's not because i don't like other people, they're fine, its just more that it's better to keep your mouth shut than spill your secrets and spill them like wildfire. i'm kind of weird like that, but the you kind of look at how i've grown up and you can see why. i guess you could alos say i'm guarded or distant, it might be more fitting. well, when i say something, i want people to take notice of it. if i've noticed anything over the years, its that people who talk a lot more than whats actually necessary get ignored when they're trying to say something important. that, and i don't find awkward silences awkward.
but moving on, i'm also pretty BLUNT AND HONEST, like, i don't really like to sugar coat the truth. when dealing with thestupid bit... lovely adrienne, it was always better to be honest and blunt than to dance around the harsh truths like i had to with twelve, so i feel as though its better to deal with the world if everyones honest. honesty is the best policy, and if you don't like it, then i really don't see how that's my problem, you know? after all, i don't want to get a reputation as the guy who never talks, but when he does its only obvious lies. but, the good side to this is that people often don't confide in me with their drama filled lives because they know now that i'm likely to give them a rather hurtful answer in return to their issues. well, it's not like i've got enough drama going on in my life or anything, right? it's great, honestly.
other than that, i could be described as CALM. i know, what i weird description. but i've managed to make sense of it as a shorter way of saying 'it takes a lot to get mypanties manly boxers in a twist'. because, well, it does. i don't take things too personally, i don't really take much personally. i mean, it'd be a little hypocritical if i was to dish out the harsh truths to everyone else and then not be able to take it back, wouldn't it? that and i've had to deal with years of adrienne's abuse. so yeah, i think this is best translated into 'i'm not a drama queen, so don't expect to start any big dramas with me'. yeah, i think that pretty much sums it up.
on a countless number of occassions, i've been called INTELLIGENT. in fact, i think that this is the most notable personality trait i have, since this is how everyone seems to know me. i don't know how to really harp on about this one, because it's pretty self explanatory. i get good grades. the teachers turn to me for the answers to their questions when everyone else just gives them blank looks. i like to read, i enjoy knowing things that other people don't. i guess the only thing to point out here, and make a big deal about (like waving my hands around and all sorts) is that i'm not a know-it-all. for starters, im not talkative enough to be one, but other than that, i don't much care for people that know everything. it's just annoying.
but yeah, moving along, i've been told that i'm pretty ANGRY, although i really don't see this myself. yeah, okay, that might be a blatant lie right there. sometimes, if i let things eat away at me for a while, i can let it get the better of me. it's not healthy, no. but it doesn't happen very often, usually only over things i have no control over. to date, that's only been my homelife, and what happened to arya. so yeah, sometimes, i can get a little fired up...
ahh, here's another thing about me that you'll need to know, i HATE TO LET PEOPLE DOWN. i don't really know, but i'm just not the type of person to give my word to someone or something, and then back out. it's just not in my nature, so i'll usually go out of my way to make sure that everyone else is happy, or i've done the best that i can for someone else. i guess it's because my childhood was pretty unhappy in itself, so i don't like seeing other people unhappy by my own hands? blah, i don't know, it's too early in the morning for that emotional stuff. hmm, what else can i tell you about?
i guess mentioning that i'm OVERPROTECTIVE over my little sister...s. like, really, i've been looking after her since i was just a kid myself, and i really do love and cherish her over everything else in my life. i know, kinda creepy, but i've already failed her once and i'll be damned if i'm going to do that again. it kind of goes for all my friends and what not. i dunno, i guess i'm just loyal. and finally, i'm DETERMINED and STUBBORN. that basically means, that once i set my mind to something, i'm going to go for it with all my might, and so no one should get in the way. because i'm going places, and no one should get in the way of that."
- arya
- twelve
- reading
- writing
- hogwarts
- being away from home
- his friends
- letting lose (every now and then)
- being muggleborn
- his hair
- grapefruit
- butterbeer
- ravenclaws
- casual clothes
- sleeping
- running
- keeping fit
- getting good marks
- muggle sports
- being recognised for his actions
- hard work
dislikes:
- adrienne
- his parents
- his home
- his sisters old school teacher
- the idea of becominf fat
- bad smells
- obnoxious and slutty girls
- bad hair days
- mushrooms
- pumpkin juice
- loud noises
- snoring dorm-mates
- jerk-offs
- failing
- getting low marks
- being ignored
- being the oldest
- big crowds
- distractions and temptations
- parties
- justin bieber
strengths:
- his intelligence
- kind
- caring
- blunt honesty
- witty
- conservative
- 'boy next door' charm
- his almost 'black and white' view of the world
weaknesses:
- anger issues
- naive
- easily taken advantage of
- terrible liar
- charms class
- quidditch
- girls
- lack of experience with girls
fears:
- that someone who shouldn't know about arya's condition will find out.
- someone finding out his 'other' secret.
- public speaking.
- failing. everything.
dreams:
- that one day he'll be free from his family.
- to graduate with an 'o' average.
- to get a girlfriend in the next year.
- to get a job.
secrets:
- he keeps his sister's mpd close to his heart.
- when he turned seventeen, he went back and 'dealt to' arya's teacher.
- he's never had a girlfriend.
personality:
"have you ever heard the saying that your biggest strength is also your biggest weakness? i don't know, sometimes that saying baffles me completely but in this case, i think it fits. would you mind if i just talked about myself instead, and you can make up their mind on whether its a strength or weakness in my personality outline, yeah? the first and most basic one is that i'm fairly QUIET AND CONSERVATIVE, but this isn't really what you think it is. believe it or not, i'm actually a social person. i love talking to people, meeting new people and all that, you know. being a typical guy in the sense that i like to just hang out with the boys and stuff. but it's more in the sense that i watch what i say. a lot. i'm more the type of guy to come out with a random fact about the solar system or something than get into a deep and meaningful conversation with someone. and it's not because i don't like other people, they're fine, its just more that it's better to keep your mouth shut than spill your secrets and spill them like wildfire. i'm kind of weird like that, but the you kind of look at how i've grown up and you can see why. i guess you could alos say i'm guarded or distant, it might be more fitting. well, when i say something, i want people to take notice of it. if i've noticed anything over the years, its that people who talk a lot more than whats actually necessary get ignored when they're trying to say something important. that, and i don't find awkward silences awkward.
but moving on, i'm also pretty BLUNT AND HONEST, like, i don't really like to sugar coat the truth. when dealing with the
other than that, i could be described as CALM. i know, what i weird description. but i've managed to make sense of it as a shorter way of saying 'it takes a lot to get my
on a countless number of occassions, i've been called INTELLIGENT. in fact, i think that this is the most notable personality trait i have, since this is how everyone seems to know me. i don't know how to really harp on about this one, because it's pretty self explanatory. i get good grades. the teachers turn to me for the answers to their questions when everyone else just gives them blank looks. i like to read, i enjoy knowing things that other people don't. i guess the only thing to point out here, and make a big deal about (like waving my hands around and all sorts) is that i'm not a know-it-all. for starters, im not talkative enough to be one, but other than that, i don't much care for people that know everything. it's just annoying.
but yeah, moving along, i've been told that i'm pretty ANGRY, although i really don't see this myself. yeah, okay, that might be a blatant lie right there. sometimes, if i let things eat away at me for a while, i can let it get the better of me. it's not healthy, no. but it doesn't happen very often, usually only over things i have no control over. to date, that's only been my homelife, and what happened to arya. so yeah, sometimes, i can get a little fired up...
ahh, here's another thing about me that you'll need to know, i HATE TO LET PEOPLE DOWN. i don't really know, but i'm just not the type of person to give my word to someone or something, and then back out. it's just not in my nature, so i'll usually go out of my way to make sure that everyone else is happy, or i've done the best that i can for someone else. i guess it's because my childhood was pretty unhappy in itself, so i don't like seeing other people unhappy by my own hands? blah, i don't know, it's too early in the morning for that emotional stuff. hmm, what else can i tell you about?
i guess mentioning that i'm OVERPROTECTIVE over my little sister...s. like, really, i've been looking after her since i was just a kid myself, and i really do love and cherish her over everything else in my life. i know, kinda creepy, but i've already failed her once and i'll be damned if i'm going to do that again. it kind of goes for all my friends and what not. i dunno, i guess i'm just loyal. and finally, i'm DETERMINED and STUBBORN. that basically means, that once i set my mind to something, i'm going to go for it with all my might, and so no one should get in the way. because i'm going places, and no one should get in the way of that."
parents:
dylan wallece and mary jet
siblings:
arya (and adrienne and twelve) wallece, nineteen.
others:
none
history:
"there was a time, once, when my family was happy. or, well, the closest to happy as we were ever going to get. see, we never really had much. we effectively lived in a shack on the outskirts of a town that never really had much anyway. i don't really remember much about my younger years, except for the awful smell of smoke that was always present in the air, and the damp of the house. i don't remember life without arya, but i remember when we were happy. i don't remember my parents ever really noticing us or what we were doing, but we were happy enough. i taught arya about books and the magic of them transporting you away as far as you wanted to go. it was magic of muggles, as we'd put it today. and that's how i spent my childhood. i didn't even notice my magical abilities, as my dad would put it, because i was caught up in magic of a different sort. books, learning, teaching. and making sure that my little sister was happy. perhaps that's why i was so gutted when i learnt what had happened to her.
it's not my place to go into the details of what happened that day when arya came running into my arms, tears streaming down her face, fresh bruises and god knows what else appearing everywhere. i firmly believe that i'm one of the only people, if not the only person, she told. and i wanted to kill the [explicit language]. the only reason i didn't go marching up there (at nine, ha!) was because of how scared arya looked. i tried to tell mum to go to the school and get her changed into a different class, but mum, as usual, was incompetent. i tried my hardest, but it wasn't until that boy saw what happened that anything changed. i felt so bad, so helpless, i couldn't do anything to help her... there were a lot more accidents at home after that, because i got so angry at the uselessness of my parents and the situation in general. several times i caused the fire to burn my fathers eyebrows off. more than once i broke dishes and what not without even touching them. but i didn't care about them. i just tried to make her time at home the happiest she ever experienced, but she had changed. anyone could see that. one day she was the arya we loved and needed, and the next she was acting like a five year old, or some boy crazy addict. after asking around my teachers and what not, i finally learnt what mpd was.
the next few months of my life was dedicated to learning about two very important things: the other people living inside my sister, and the ins and outs of mpd. over the next few years, i began to call both adrienne and twelve my sisters as well, and probably became an expert on mpd. although arya was still developing these... characters, the signs were there and i wanted so desperately for someone to understand her and i needed her to know i loved her... i dunno... it was two years after that event that i got my letter for hogwarts. i've gotta say, i wasn't expecting that. it brought about quite a change on the home front, because attention was suddenly shifted on to me. about how special i was, what was going to happen. of course, we met the headmaster and all... quite an experience that... but yeah. not long after my birthday, i was ushered off to hogwarts. away from the familiar and safe world that i grew up in, and into the unknown. but what was more scary for me was leaving arya when she probably needed me the most.
that first year at hogwarts was amazing. i was sorted into ravenclaw quickly, although it took a few days to realise what that meant. but i finally got happiness that didn't come with some warped form of resentment towards my parents. i was a kid at long last, not worrying about my mentally ill sister, about my oblivious parents... i owled arya a lot during that year and she was the first to tell me when she got her letter for hogwarts as well. as happy i was that she'd be joining me, i was also a little gutted. because now i was lucas the big brother again, the lucas that often had to look out for his sister and not himself. and that's what happened, because when arya got here, her mpd had progressed a lot. over the summer, we worked a lot together on how to act like arya when she wasn't herself, so that people who she didn't want to know wouldn't find out. it was tiring, but we got there.
my hogwarts years were spent in a similar fashion. where arya got to live the dream, i was watching her and making sure she was okay and safe, and studying when i got a chance. i know that it sounds weird and way over the top, but arya wasn't prepared to deal with the damage adrienne could cause, and twelve was just a kid... i had to make sure she was okay. and i did. i never once interferred with her life, just watched. its kind of lame though, because that was my life util she got help from the psychologist. but i didn't mind. that's what brothers do. anyway, when i turned seventeen i graduated as everyone else does too. i felt that, at that point in my life, i had some unfinished business to attend too. i went back to the school and hunted down that teacher. and i found him. i'd like to say i killed him for the things he did to my sister, and god knows how many girls he hurt before her, but i didn't. but i'd bulked up over the years, with my running and what not. i was bigger now, i could take him. and i can tell you this. i only used my wand once, at the end when he was nothing more than a pile of blubbering patheticness on the floor.
on a slightly, uh, happier, note... i'm in college now. arya's here too, which is good, although i'm slowly laying off on her a bit. she's had boyfriends and all sorts now, so i feel as though i'm out of my league shadowing her. my marks over the years were exemplary- they rivaled that of hermione grangers, i bet. although, my social life did take a beating for it. i guess that my position in life now is that i'm working out where i belong. for so long, my biggest concern was arya and her wellbeing, i let my own life go on hold. i think i'm slowly learning balance and whatnot. but i can say this; despite my lack of a life, i'm probably the happiest i've been since i was a young child discovering the magic of books. who know what the futures got in store for me? with this new type of magic at the tip of my wand, the world is my oyster."
dylan wallece and mary jet
siblings:
arya (and adrienne and twelve) wallece, nineteen.
others:
none
history:
"there was a time, once, when my family was happy. or, well, the closest to happy as we were ever going to get. see, we never really had much. we effectively lived in a shack on the outskirts of a town that never really had much anyway. i don't really remember much about my younger years, except for the awful smell of smoke that was always present in the air, and the damp of the house. i don't remember life without arya, but i remember when we were happy. i don't remember my parents ever really noticing us or what we were doing, but we were happy enough. i taught arya about books and the magic of them transporting you away as far as you wanted to go. it was magic of muggles, as we'd put it today. and that's how i spent my childhood. i didn't even notice my magical abilities, as my dad would put it, because i was caught up in magic of a different sort. books, learning, teaching. and making sure that my little sister was happy. perhaps that's why i was so gutted when i learnt what had happened to her.
it's not my place to go into the details of what happened that day when arya came running into my arms, tears streaming down her face, fresh bruises and god knows what else appearing everywhere. i firmly believe that i'm one of the only people, if not the only person, she told. and i wanted to kill the [explicit language]. the only reason i didn't go marching up there (at nine, ha!) was because of how scared arya looked. i tried to tell mum to go to the school and get her changed into a different class, but mum, as usual, was incompetent. i tried my hardest, but it wasn't until that boy saw what happened that anything changed. i felt so bad, so helpless, i couldn't do anything to help her... there were a lot more accidents at home after that, because i got so angry at the uselessness of my parents and the situation in general. several times i caused the fire to burn my fathers eyebrows off. more than once i broke dishes and what not without even touching them. but i didn't care about them. i just tried to make her time at home the happiest she ever experienced, but she had changed. anyone could see that. one day she was the arya we loved and needed, and the next she was acting like a five year old, or some boy crazy addict. after asking around my teachers and what not, i finally learnt what mpd was.
the next few months of my life was dedicated to learning about two very important things: the other people living inside my sister, and the ins and outs of mpd. over the next few years, i began to call both adrienne and twelve my sisters as well, and probably became an expert on mpd. although arya was still developing these... characters, the signs were there and i wanted so desperately for someone to understand her and i needed her to know i loved her... i dunno... it was two years after that event that i got my letter for hogwarts. i've gotta say, i wasn't expecting that. it brought about quite a change on the home front, because attention was suddenly shifted on to me. about how special i was, what was going to happen. of course, we met the headmaster and all... quite an experience that... but yeah. not long after my birthday, i was ushered off to hogwarts. away from the familiar and safe world that i grew up in, and into the unknown. but what was more scary for me was leaving arya when she probably needed me the most.
that first year at hogwarts was amazing. i was sorted into ravenclaw quickly, although it took a few days to realise what that meant. but i finally got happiness that didn't come with some warped form of resentment towards my parents. i was a kid at long last, not worrying about my mentally ill sister, about my oblivious parents... i owled arya a lot during that year and she was the first to tell me when she got her letter for hogwarts as well. as happy i was that she'd be joining me, i was also a little gutted. because now i was lucas the big brother again, the lucas that often had to look out for his sister and not himself. and that's what happened, because when arya got here, her mpd had progressed a lot. over the summer, we worked a lot together on how to act like arya when she wasn't herself, so that people who she didn't want to know wouldn't find out. it was tiring, but we got there.
my hogwarts years were spent in a similar fashion. where arya got to live the dream, i was watching her and making sure she was okay and safe, and studying when i got a chance. i know that it sounds weird and way over the top, but arya wasn't prepared to deal with the damage adrienne could cause, and twelve was just a kid... i had to make sure she was okay. and i did. i never once interferred with her life, just watched. its kind of lame though, because that was my life util she got help from the psychologist. but i didn't mind. that's what brothers do. anyway, when i turned seventeen i graduated as everyone else does too. i felt that, at that point in my life, i had some unfinished business to attend too. i went back to the school and hunted down that teacher. and i found him. i'd like to say i killed him for the things he did to my sister, and god knows how many girls he hurt before her, but i didn't. but i'd bulked up over the years, with my running and what not. i was bigger now, i could take him. and i can tell you this. i only used my wand once, at the end when he was nothing more than a pile of blubbering patheticness on the floor.
on a slightly, uh, happier, note... i'm in college now. arya's here too, which is good, although i'm slowly laying off on her a bit. she's had boyfriends and all sorts now, so i feel as though i'm out of my league shadowing her. my marks over the years were exemplary- they rivaled that of hermione grangers, i bet. although, my social life did take a beating for it. i guess that my position in life now is that i'm working out where i belong. for so long, my biggest concern was arya and her wellbeing, i let my own life go on hold. i think i'm slowly learning balance and whatnot. but i can say this; despite my lack of a life, i'm probably the happiest i've been since i was a young child discovering the magic of books. who know what the futures got in store for me? with this new type of magic at the tip of my wand, the world is my oyster."
rp example:
Unlike Vesta, Nate had been exposed to the idea of love, or the lack of it, very early. One of Nate’s earliest memories, in fact, was a conversation he had with his dad when he was about six. This was two years after his father split with his mother, and after a constant stream of women visiting his dad during those two years, Nate couldn’t help but ask what was up. His dad had, rather stupidly, gave a superficial and rather bland answer. Because I love them, Nate. Nate was smarter than his father, though, and he was well aware there was more to this story. When he inquired further, questioning his father’s ability to love all those ladies, his father answered simply; Nate, son, I love all those ladies. Not individually, but I love ladies in general. So, why’s it fair to only give my love to one? From then on, Nate subconsciously kept that in mind when regarding the opposite sex. Of course, at six, he was a little young to fully grasp the contradictory nature of the comment, but as he got older he began to realise what his father meant. So now, as Nate had girls mailing them all sorts of crazy things in elaborate gestures of their ‘devotions’ to him, he found himself in the complete opposite position as Vesta. Where she hadn’t had any contact with guys, he was overwhelmed with girls, but honestly too scared to really do anything about it. He didn’t want to end up like his dad. A divorcee, sad, a swinger at the end of his cord. Did you know most people in show business will marry more than once? That they usually die alone? Nate sure did. And he was kind of scared of it, to be honest. He didn’t want to love every woman who showed interest in him, only to be looking at his life later down the track, wondering where all the love and ‘devotion’ went. These thoughts could have continued swirling until the chirpy tones of Vesta’s voice cut straight through his thoughts, adding their usual train of colour and intensity. He was glad for the intrusion, a smirk etching itself onto his lips and an eyebrow raising. ”Veela, huh?” He said, while his thoughts took a very different and, in many ways, more ‘colourful’ track. ”You can tell, at times.” He said, cutting his sentence short. Like when you smile, your whole face lights up and it makes everything else seem better. Honestly, not even he knew where that came from. He scratched it from his mind, for now. After all, there were more pressing matters at the moment. ”Gotta say, though, as great as you look, that’s not why someone would pick you out of a crowd.” Again, stopping himself short before he let something slip or, even worse, dug himself a hole he wouldn’t be able to get out of.
A whole year was more than enough time to get Ves back, Nate decided, as he began to sing. He tried to pull the evils at her while he was standing up there, but somehow, he couldn’t quite manage it. As the song continued- one of his least favourite that he had produced but one of his biggest sellers- he couldn’t help but feel his eyes drawn right to her. It was almost as if everyone else had disappeared, and all that mattered was the quizzical but excited look in her sky blue eyes, the smile that was slowly forming on her lips, the slight tinge to her cheeks from the heat of the restaurant. The busy and clashing colours of her outfits, the shine of her hair in the candlelight of their table. It was as if the words from this song had written themself for Vesta, and Nate was only the deliever of the words, which summed up... something. As the song ended, and the clapping and cheers of the others in the restaurants brought the scenery flooding back to him. He shook of whatever he was feeling, because he wasn’t going to do this. He wasn’t going to let any of these feelings in, even as Vesta’s clap was the biggest (and probably falsest, since he knew she wasn’t into his type of music). He couldn’t help but smirk at her comment. ”Well, shucks. You sure know how to compliment a fulla’.” He said with a grin, but nodded his head in a sign of appreciation. ”You just better get good at sleeping with one eye open, Creevey, because you’ve just unleashed the beast.” He said, looking firmly at his menu and avoiding looking at the people around him. Well, that was thoroughly embarrassing, he wasn’t going to lie. But maybe that was just part of the magic of Ves.
Smiling at Ves as she began to babble, he listened to her, raising an eyebrow a little. How was she supposed to know that this was just bloody stupid? He was actually a little surprised that she wasn’t annoyed, at being harassed in the girls room for an autograph? Wasn’t that just, like, wrong, or something? He didn’t understand it at all. He couldn’t see how she was so good natured, not even kicking up a fuss about the whole thing. He purposely scribbled down a metaphorically inspirational and downright bizarre message for e-l-e-n-a, something that she wouldn’t be impressed with for ruining hisdate time with Ves. ”Ves, whoa, breathe.” He said with a smile. ”Go, take it. And make sure to smile real big for her, okay?” He said with a grin, watching her take the autograph to the girl. He could practically see the steam come out of her ears, and honestly, he didn’t care. She got her autograph, he got his night back. Honestly, some people just… made him really mad. That it wasn’t even funny. He watched the girl hug Ves and then return to her dinner, making Nate want to facepalm himself ”Yeah, sorry about that…” He said, shaking his head. ”Welcome to the world of Nate Stock, where you can’t have a damned dinner without being interrupted…” The bitterness was a little overwhelming, and he felt a little bad. ”I’m sorry. Did you like the note I wrote?” He asked, a bright look coming up onto his face. If anyone would get it, it would be Ves. In her own words, not everyone could be as great as them.
Unlike Vesta, Nate had been exposed to the idea of love, or the lack of it, very early. One of Nate’s earliest memories, in fact, was a conversation he had with his dad when he was about six. This was two years after his father split with his mother, and after a constant stream of women visiting his dad during those two years, Nate couldn’t help but ask what was up. His dad had, rather stupidly, gave a superficial and rather bland answer. Because I love them, Nate. Nate was smarter than his father, though, and he was well aware there was more to this story. When he inquired further, questioning his father’s ability to love all those ladies, his father answered simply; Nate, son, I love all those ladies. Not individually, but I love ladies in general. So, why’s it fair to only give my love to one? From then on, Nate subconsciously kept that in mind when regarding the opposite sex. Of course, at six, he was a little young to fully grasp the contradictory nature of the comment, but as he got older he began to realise what his father meant. So now, as Nate had girls mailing them all sorts of crazy things in elaborate gestures of their ‘devotions’ to him, he found himself in the complete opposite position as Vesta. Where she hadn’t had any contact with guys, he was overwhelmed with girls, but honestly too scared to really do anything about it. He didn’t want to end up like his dad. A divorcee, sad, a swinger at the end of his cord. Did you know most people in show business will marry more than once? That they usually die alone? Nate sure did. And he was kind of scared of it, to be honest. He didn’t want to love every woman who showed interest in him, only to be looking at his life later down the track, wondering where all the love and ‘devotion’ went. These thoughts could have continued swirling until the chirpy tones of Vesta’s voice cut straight through his thoughts, adding their usual train of colour and intensity. He was glad for the intrusion, a smirk etching itself onto his lips and an eyebrow raising. ”Veela, huh?” He said, while his thoughts took a very different and, in many ways, more ‘colourful’ track. ”You can tell, at times.” He said, cutting his sentence short. Like when you smile, your whole face lights up and it makes everything else seem better. Honestly, not even he knew where that came from. He scratched it from his mind, for now. After all, there were more pressing matters at the moment. ”Gotta say, though, as great as you look, that’s not why someone would pick you out of a crowd.” Again, stopping himself short before he let something slip or, even worse, dug himself a hole he wouldn’t be able to get out of.
A whole year was more than enough time to get Ves back, Nate decided, as he began to sing. He tried to pull the evils at her while he was standing up there, but somehow, he couldn’t quite manage it. As the song continued- one of his least favourite that he had produced but one of his biggest sellers- he couldn’t help but feel his eyes drawn right to her. It was almost as if everyone else had disappeared, and all that mattered was the quizzical but excited look in her sky blue eyes, the smile that was slowly forming on her lips, the slight tinge to her cheeks from the heat of the restaurant. The busy and clashing colours of her outfits, the shine of her hair in the candlelight of their table. It was as if the words from this song had written themself for Vesta, and Nate was only the deliever of the words, which summed up... something. As the song ended, and the clapping and cheers of the others in the restaurants brought the scenery flooding back to him. He shook of whatever he was feeling, because he wasn’t going to do this. He wasn’t going to let any of these feelings in, even as Vesta’s clap was the biggest (and probably falsest, since he knew she wasn’t into his type of music). He couldn’t help but smirk at her comment. ”Well, shucks. You sure know how to compliment a fulla’.” He said with a grin, but nodded his head in a sign of appreciation. ”You just better get good at sleeping with one eye open, Creevey, because you’ve just unleashed the beast.” He said, looking firmly at his menu and avoiding looking at the people around him. Well, that was thoroughly embarrassing, he wasn’t going to lie. But maybe that was just part of the magic of Ves.
Smiling at Ves as she began to babble, he listened to her, raising an eyebrow a little. How was she supposed to know that this was just bloody stupid? He was actually a little surprised that she wasn’t annoyed, at being harassed in the girls room for an autograph? Wasn’t that just, like, wrong, or something? He didn’t understand it at all. He couldn’t see how she was so good natured, not even kicking up a fuss about the whole thing. He purposely scribbled down a metaphorically inspirational and downright bizarre message for e-l-e-n-a, something that she wouldn’t be impressed with for ruining his
ashaley , eighteen , femme , syh , nadia flint , a promise doesn't mean a thing anymore
