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[19 Oct 2010|11:22pm] |
Barefoot and hair unbound Rosa moved across the dew drenched grass with an almost boneless fluidity to her movements. Having trained in ballet since she could walk she had beautiful movement as she twirlled on the ball of her foot. She didn't notice anyone's approach as she danced.
Rosa had taken off shoes and stockings and laid them on the steps next to where stone met grass. Rosa twirled one last time and something finally caught her eyes and she stopped her arms falling as blue eyes caught sight of the reason she felt eyes on her. Dancing out alone in the dead of night was going to get her ruined. Doing it and getting caught was truly going to ruin her. She hastened over to get her shoes and stockings but didn't find them and looked up into the face of Tom Riddle. She was truly in trouble if she didn't find them...if she was seen out after curfew, alone with the young man in front of her and wearing nothing from the knee down, her hair blowing in the breeze. As it was peopel already whispered about the two of them. Rosa was the only young woman that the mysterious Riddle bothered with and they were often seen sitting close and whispering in her native tongue. "Tom..."
Tom had taken the shoes to actually garner her attention but it was something that may get her attention especially given the ramifications that could go with it but he knew that he needed to hide them so he didn't get caught. So when he saw Rosa, he was perfectly composed, "Rosa, what can I do for you?" he inquired speaking Italian as well but not letting her know of the cards he held
Blue eyes searched around for her shoes and stockings to no avail. She was terrified of loosing them. She had pureblood men left and right trying to steal her virtue just for the sake of getting what was now rightfully hers to inheret from her father as his only heir. Seven estates in three seperate countries were nothing to scoff at even when the girl was an eccentric like Rosa. Tom would never do such a thing as far as she was concerned though. She could trust her only friend. She instantly began to franticly look around. "My shoes..." She turned vividly red. "My stockings, Tom, someone has taken them." She responded in her native tongue.
The shoes and stockings were well-hidden, Tom had made sure of it. He thought of it as nothing more than a joke and besides he wasn't quite ready to admit that he was the one who took them, And he rested assured in the fact that she would have them back before they returned to the commons. His eyes scoured the grounds along with her, making sure he covered the grounds. "I am sure that nobody has taken them, my dear Rosa," he told her in hopes that it would calm her down somewhat. "We are the only ones here. Are you sure that you haven't just misplaced them?"
Rosa was on the verge of hysterics. "I did not misplace them!" She franticly pulled her hair back into a bun and pulled the pens from the collar of her dress putting it all back in a bun. "They were there. Where you stand. This is the only door I use. The only place I put them." She looked ready to break down into tears. "If someone took them." She raised her hand to her mouth and in the pale light filtereing out form the inside Tom could see the finger shaped bruises on her wrist. So many were trying to force themselves on quiet Rosa. Quiet and remarkably rich and remarkably pure Rosa. If one looked past her not being English Rosa was even more a prize than a Black bride.
Tom still kept his cool while Rosa looked like she was in the crux of a breakdown. He didn't mean for that but then again he was all to aware how many suitors had wished to seek Rosa as their prize. Their trophy. It infuriated the young Riddle boy to no end and it was part of the reason why he had tried to keep the suitors at bay. But those bruises were proof that even he couldn't and they would try to get past him given that he was only a halfblood. He had wounds and injuries that had adorned his skin, but he had never told Rosa about them.
"Then I shall help you find them," he finished; taking a step aside, he made sure that the shoes were in plain view even if they were slightly obstructed by a bush. Maybe she would put two and two together. The shoes and stockings were in her line of vision but still he wouldn't admit to taking them to her.
Rosa was a clever girl but she was also a young woman who had a passionate nature that at times got in the way of her better judgement. She saw the shoes behind the bush and her brows furrowed and she turned back to look at Tom before she rushed to grab them. She cared nothing of him standing there as she plopped down on the cool ground and began putting her stockings back on. Her dress hiked up so nimble fingers could fasten the suspenders one by one to the tops. Rosa was such a beautiful young woman. When they were both on she made her way gracefully to her feet her shoes still sitting there. She stepped over to Tom and looked up at the exceptionally tall young man. "I know you and you will never admit to it. But you frightened me. I know you would never use them like so many would though. I am so flooded with emotion right now I don't know whether to slap you...or..." She reached up and cupped his cheek. Rosa knew Tom wasn't pure. He was the heir to Slytherin though. Her family cared for blood but more than anything they cared about strengthening the family tree with powerful wizarding lines. Tom could do that. She blushed lightly and looked away dropping her hand. "I should put my shoes on."
Tom averted his vision whilst Rosa put on her stockings, it was rude to ogle at someone and Tom wouldn't even fathom of resorting that low, especially not around Rosa. And while yes he did wish to pursue after her it was no question that her father was rather intimidating and the fact that he had to approach him and feared getting laughed at or even worse, turned down, made the young boy put the thought at bay. And even though he knew that Rosa would never slap him, he flinched before she cupped his cheek, since it was just fear and an old habit given how he was picked on. Many thoughts ran through his head about what to do but he knew that it was because of him that he put them in the scenario they were in. "You probably should. And I guess I should head back," he told her quietly, "who knows how much trouble we would be in if we got caught. Not that it matters to me. Besides, I enjoy every moment I can have with you."
Tom's admission made her look back up at him. Trouble didn't begin to start what they would be in should they be caught. Her reputation would be shot with a halfblood. Rosa half prayed it would happen though. She prayed to Hera each evening that she would bless her love with a binding marriage. Rosa was not so sure that the goddess was listening though. Rosa could not help but move closer to Tom when he spoke of leaving. She didn't want him to. She wanted to always be in his company. She felt safe there, a sense of belonging. She heard someone at the door and Rosa threw caution to the wind and stood on tip toe so she could press her lips to Tom's. It was a highly brazen act but she prayed Tom would not fault her for it.
He knew Rosa's reputation would be ruined and it was another reason why he had never acted upon it. He wasn't good enough for her when she could be with someone who was pure and had the lineage her family desired. Though when she pulled him closer to him, he tried to fight but gave up quickly. Though as her lips pressed against his, shock crossed his face. A look of "What are you doing? We may get caught!" was what was conveyed in his eyes. But it didn't stop him from pressing his lips against hers.
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