Niccolò York
Hidden Velvet {Alexandra Knight}
Mon Sep 23, 2013 00:20

After sending her a quick note, asking her to meet him above ground, striding down the cobble stone streets, the approaching spring rain beginning to clear away, Niccolò played with the small, black box settled in his pocket, every so often needing to dip his fingers inside, stroke the velvet coating, make sure it was still there. Am I... really going to do this? His bottom lip felt sore, repeatedly bitten through the flesh, tossing and turning all day in bed, sweating through the sheets, nightmares plaguing him throughout Quidditch practice and class, unable to escape when awake, and when he slept all he saw was her face, jewels braided through the golden strands, and she was smiling but it wasn't at him, and it wasn't even her smile. Something their parents painted on, constructed out of glass, and he wanted to smash his fist through and shatter it and pull the real Alexandra out.

"Please come..." He muttered to himself, even as his heart thudded with rising anxiety and uncertainty and maybe she shouldn't come - she definitely shouldn't come - but he needed her there, light from the orange sun spilling through the streets, drowning him in a blinding glow and never had he felt more desperate and more alone. "Please come..."

He couldn't recognize his reflection in the passing shops - was that Niccolò with sweat dripping down his brow and cheeks and salt flavored beads trailing down his neck? Were those his hands that shook, hastily stuffed in the pockets of dark slacks, his body clothed in a common muggle disguise, white collar shirt carefully ironed, then burned, and cleared away by magic. Dark curls were combed back, but he felt the urge to run his hands through his hair and muss them up, hide his panicked, desperate eyes away from her searching gaze. He walked with a hunch, with stumbling steps, tripping over every slight crack that stripped through the muggle streets and sidewalks.

I can't do it here... not here... I need it to be somewhere we know, somewhere I can be me, where it's safe. He continued walking, rounding the streets, until he arrived back at the corner where he'd first started, the bookstore where the elevator got off onto Pearl Street from their secret school. Everything about their lives were secret; their magic, their affair, and his love.

Niccolò leaned against the wall, his shoulder set against brick, digging in, unaware of the dirt stains now patterned on the fabric. He waited for Alexandra to emerge from the shop, and waited for her never to emerge, his fingers stroking velvet, the hidden box that weighed his entire being down. Please come... don't come... please... The note had been simple, not indicating any sense of urgency, so maybe she wouldn't and she definitely shouldn't, and maybe he'd get her owl letting him know she wasn't and then it would be fine, they'd continue on with the lives they were supposed to lead.

The bell above the door jingled, signaling an exit, and Niccolò choked on breath, springing off the wall and straightening up, dark curls coming loose and his shirt stained with dirt and faint traces of sweat. His lips parted, struggling to form a greeting before his eyes could even properly adjust and comprehend whom he was seeing. Instead all he could manage was a faint smile, his eyes darkened to pitch black, fingers reaching back inside his pants, stroking hidden velvet in his pocket.

ooc: You made me write this in 25 minutes - enjoy!

    • Say what?Alexandra Knight, Mon Sep 23 00:45
      Despite years of ingrained Muggle loathing, Alexandra had grown to adore Pearl Street. For one thing, it was the least dangerous public place to meet Niccolò. It was entirely possible on their trips... more
      • I shouldn't have said anything.Niccolò, Mon Sep 23 02:48
        The sun was just about to fade, the last lingering rays of orange light teasing passing shadows of pedestrians that were slinking into the night. The light rain that had coated the better part of the ... more
        • No, please--say it again.Alexandra, Mon Sep 23 23:00
          ”I have to tell you something.” Six words were all it took, and Alexandra was afraid. She felt her temperature drop what felt like a significant amount as panic washed over her. He had to tell her... more
          • ¿Quieres casarte conmigo?Niccolò, Wed Sep 25 21:01
            Their kiss tasted like goodbye, and it might've been their last, and there was a possibility they were about to end right there on Pearl Street, their shadows fading into darkness. Niccolò kept his... more
            • We're speaking different languages now.Alexandra, Sun Sep 29 19:01
              It was everything she thought she wanted to hear, but it only took a moment to realize how real and true and wrong it was. Alexandra was legally promised to someone else, and Niccolò was... more
              • I was speaking the language of love.Niccolò, Thu Oct 3 18:45
                A startled laugh burst from Niccolò's throat, his knee scraping against the pavement as Alexandra wrenched him forward and off the ground, the neck of his shirt bunched up in her tightened fist,... more
                • I don't speak that one.Alexandra, Mon Oct 14 00:12
                  It was over in an instant, her demanding questions, but all at once, she knew what she had done. Alexandra had taken all of the trust and hope and everything else good in her empty shell of a life,... more
                  • Let me teach you.Niccolò, Tue Nov 5 12:34
                    He barely withheld his flinch as Alexandra reached towards him once more, but her touch was suddenly tender, the gentle stroke of pale fingers against his stung cheek, and despite himself Niccolò... more
                    • Firm hands attached to Alexandra’s shoulders and pulled, and romantic words of poetic standards buzzed in her ears, but she refused to look at their source. After outbursts, she had mustered a bit of ... more
                      • You're a terrible student.Niccolò, Wed Nov 6 23:10
                        The night had started off terrifying, so promising, and the scent of hope was a little like gasoline; overwhelming and maybe a little foul, but undeniably powerful and clung to the skin, and if a... more
                        • I guess I've flunked.Alexandra, Fri Nov 8 17:12
                          Niccolò released her, and without realizing it, Alexandra retracted, taking a couple slow steps back as she rubbed the ache out of the shoulder his dominant hand had gripped, the one that hurt more.... more
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