Post by Rory Davies on Jun 23, 2007 1:32:31 GMT -5
How utterly adorable. Seriously. She was amazingly adorable. Cute. Adorable. Both mixed together to get something that was beyond words of the human species. With that blonde hair she insisted to keep up in a thin ponytail, those eyes, and that demeanor. Serene, peaceful, but shy, embaressed, easily flustered. She was gorgeous whether she be calm or stuttering, and it was lovely. Looks were not everything, though. This girl had a wonderful personality, and it seemed to fit her so well. It was indeed very, very adorable. And Tanner Boot loved it. He was on his way to loving her, even though they had just met.
He chuckled at her stutter with just his words, eyebrows furrowing in concern for a moment. Poor thing was really very modest. "Myself?" he asked, eyebrows knitting again, "Uhm, I'm not very interesting," he said, looking her way with his gorgeous brown eyes, then up at the window where the sun was witnessed, about to creep back from its blanket of clouds. When the sun ventured out for a moment, the pure light landed on both Booty and Molly. Gorgeous, they were.
Y'know, they'd most certainly be the most gorgeous couple, like, ever. Seriously. EVER.
Like on que, the butterflies errupted and decided to persuade Tanner to ask her such. He tried to contain it, but he couldn't help himself.
"Molly? Are you free for the Hogsmeade weekend?"
He ran a hand over his light brown hair, focusing his gorgeous brown eyes back on the beautiful girl he called Molly. The sun bathed his skin for only a moment longer, but his angelic phenotype never faded. He continued to look at her, keeping calm on the outside as his insides raved. I mean, he could be rejected. He could be slapped and ditched. So many horrible possibilities that he stopped thinking of the good; where she could accept his offer. Poor Tanny was already worry himself.
He chuckled at her stutter with just his words, eyebrows furrowing in concern for a moment. Poor thing was really very modest. "Myself?" he asked, eyebrows knitting again, "Uhm, I'm not very interesting," he said, looking her way with his gorgeous brown eyes, then up at the window where the sun was witnessed, about to creep back from its blanket of clouds. When the sun ventured out for a moment, the pure light landed on both Booty and Molly. Gorgeous, they were.
Y'know, they'd most certainly be the most gorgeous couple, like, ever. Seriously. EVER.
Like on que, the butterflies errupted and decided to persuade Tanner to ask her such. He tried to contain it, but he couldn't help himself.
"Molly? Are you free for the Hogsmeade weekend?"
He ran a hand over his light brown hair, focusing his gorgeous brown eyes back on the beautiful girl he called Molly. The sun bathed his skin for only a moment longer, but his angelic phenotype never faded. He continued to look at her, keeping calm on the outside as his insides raved. I mean, he could be rejected. He could be slapped and ditched. So many horrible possibilities that he stopped thinking of the good; where she could accept his offer. Poor Tanny was already worry himself.