Darkest Night (Oryn)

[Oryn Vance]

Oryn sighed, turning away a bit. "I... I'm not. Everyone knows it. Even my mother's said it," he sighed, looking away from her.

THAT much was true... although what he didn't mention was that he didn't give a damn what his mother thought, and that his father was proud of him. But that didn't need mentioning. His emotions were closed off, all that leaked out was a very, very faint feeling of shame.

[Flyte Vance]

Flyte stepped back from his embrace, her hands on her hips.

'Oryn Vance, you are the Most Interesting Person i have met here... if only because you are wrapped completely up in mystery..' She smiled at him and made a decision.

Quickly she stepped closer and lifting herself on her toes kissed him quickly on the lips. A brief contact.

'Oh.'

[Oryn Vance]

Oryn couldn't help but smile a little. "Well, at least I can be interesting, then," he said. Her last reaction surprised him, though. "What? What is it?"

[Flyte Vance]

'That whole kiss thing...' Flyte waved her hand vaguely in the air. 'Sorry about that...'

She didn't feel entirely sorry for it but she wasn't sure that she could trust that this was the right thing to do. He didn't even know her and she didn't know him..

She stood uncertainly for a moment looking at his face.

[Oryn Vance]

Oryn nodded, understanding. "Nothing to appologize about," he told her, smiling a little again. "A kiss is easily misunderstood... but I don't think you gave me any reason to misunderstand that."

[Flyte Vance]

'Perhaps you are right,' Flyte tilted her head to one side and smiled. 'I suppouse that if you are willing to assume it is the atmosphere of the moment then we can cancel out almost anything that may have happened so far..'

She moved closer to him and twined her arms around his neck, her face millimetres from his, watching him with predatorial eyes. Leaning her body against him she felt like every part of her was moulded perfectly to his, confirming her thoughts.

She lifted her lips to his and kissed him with a sense of release, abandoning any other thought than the present moment. Long and deep she rode the adrenalin of it, allowing nothing else into her mind other than the heat of his body against hers, his lips pressed onto hers and her own feeling of elation at the small rebellion against herself.

[Oryn Vance]

Oryn couldn't keep her from feeling the surprise from him when she moved in on him, and even though he partly expected it, he was still surprised when she kissed him. But he was never one to be caught off guard for long. Wrapping his arms around her, he kissed her, reveling in the feel of her against him.

"You realize," he said with a small smile when the kiss broke to allow for them to finally breathe, "That the possibility of misunderstanding is growing by the moment."

[Flyte Vance]

Flyte laughed amusedly at his words, nodding her head.

'It had occurred to me Mr Vance and I decided not to dwell... it has never served me well to hesitate so why start now? It is what it is, I am a Ravenclaw you know. Its not as if i expect you to promise me a tomorrow, let alone forever... '

She kissed him again proving her words.

[Oryn Vance]

"Very... practical of you," Oryn chuckled, before kissing her again. This girl surprised him. She also confused him a bit, and intrigued him. She was definitely one to keep an eye on... well, an eye at the very least.

Also, she was an extremely good kisser... he'd have to just focus on that fact for the moment.

[Flyte Vance]

Melting into the next kiss Flyte lost all focus on anything other than the sensation, her heart pounded and she could hear the victory song her soul was singing.

Flyte pushed away from him and ran to the window, something in her wanted to jump out and over the edge, hanging on to the frame she leant out as far as she could every inch of her waiting to leap out into nothingness.

The wind caused her hair to stream out behind her and whip her nightgown around her legs, heady with the decision she had made to live in the moment Flyte could barely contain the need to jump.

[Oryn Vance]

And everything that Flyte did made things more and more curious. He was also slightly concerned... he didn't want to upset her and drive her farther away when he'd just met her. "Flyte?" he said quietly, taking a step toward her, reaching out a hand to put it on her shoulder. She... wasn't thinking of jumping, was she?

[Flyte Vance]

At the sound of Oryn's voice she spun suddenly and launched herself in his direction, trusting that he wouldn't let her fall.

[Oryn Vance]

Oryn was caught off guard, but it was difficult to miss a girl launching herself at you. The option was really either to catch her or let her bounce off your chest. He caught her against him, officially completely confused, and unable to keep her from feeling the confusion coming from him. "Flyte, are you all right?" he asked yet again.

[Flyte Vance]

She laughed at the confusion miring his face, she didn't even have to 'feel' it too know he was totally and utterly bewildered.

'Here, in my moonlight boudoir,' Flyte laughed at her own words, 'I realise that I can fly whenever I want too... as long as there are arms to catch me.'

She closed her eyes momentarily, resting her head against his chest.

'I am Entirely Random Oryn Vance.. I fear that i am Totally Unpredictable... and totally Unknowable..' her voice was soft, resigned and maybe a little sad.

[Oryn Vance]

He smiled a little, supporting her a little, but mostly just holding her. She was, without a doubt, one of the most intriguing people he'd ever met. "The wildest winds can have their purpose and be learned," he pointed out. "And the flightiest dove still comes back to her nest. Nothing is unknowable, even if it is just in mapping its randomness," he added quietly.