I NEED TO GO OUT TONIGHT

[.Vivianne Catherine Flint !]

Vivianne noticed his eyes widened when she admitted that Meg was, in fact, a death eater. She could notice the change in him right away. Apparently the thought hadn't crossed his mind. He hadn't expected her to have a sister who worked with the people who wanted him dead. He had probably thought that her family was just one of those that didn't like people like him in society or school with their children. He must not have considered that one of her relatives could be working against him in such a severe way. She should have thought about the consequences more when she had decided to open her mouth and say something to him about her sister.

She saw him divert his eyes and almost wished she could have missed it. She didn't want to see the look of complete surprise that came to him. He hadn't been expecting it, that much was obvious. He moved his eyes to his lap, probably as a way to keep him from looking up at her. She could just imagine the things going on in his head. He was probably trying to reason in much the same way that she tried to reason with herself often. He was probably wondering how she could sit here in his arms while her sister was out doing God knows what to people like him. The Ravenclaw him probably couldn't understand it. She didn't know if she could describe it accurately.

At her words she could see his eyes move to meet hers. She moved closer to him and hoped that this time she would just know the way to make them understand how she felt. She didn't know how to explain it any more than she already had. It was close enough to kiss now, though she didn't make the move to do so. How could he think that she would regret this? She knew it was dangerous and probably stupid, but she couldn't imagine herself sitting here with anyone else. Didn't he see that much? She didn't know how she could possibly be keeping it a secret from him. He could see through her in every other aspect.

His lips brushed hers and she felt herself lean forward slightly to meet him. Couldn't he tell just from the effect that he had on her? His hands dropped from her face into her waist and pulled her closer. She didn't object and let her body mold against his. "Yeah, I do," she answered, even though he very well knew the answer. They had been over it enough. Couldn't he just accept it and realized that she did care for him? She didn't know how else to say it.

His face was a telltale sign of his emotions. He wasn't happy, he was frustrated and scared and maybe even a little mad. "I know it doesn't make any sense," Vivianne heard herself say again. "I can't explain it, but I know that it's true. Isn't that enough?" She kept her face close to his and brushed their noses together again. She likes just being close to him, even when they were talking about less exciting things than she would prefer. Even when they were talking about things that she would rather ignore, she preferred their time together to any other she experienced. It really didn't make sense for things to be like this but she didn't know how to help it. "Besides, I know it's scary, but I want it enough, you know? Don't you?"

She swallowed and looked down from his face with theirs still close. "We don't have to talk about them," Vivi continued. "Their opinions aren't mine. I care about you, and that's what matters, isn't it?" She felt herself swallow again and found it slightly hard to breathe. He thought he wasn't worth her time, and he didn't know the half of it. He was far better than anything she could have hoped for, and he didn't even realize it. He didn't care that her family would sooner kill him and let him become part of it, and his feelings for her still didn't change. She certainly didn't deserve someone like him, even if he would never realize it. "I... I guess," she answered with a thick voice. He really didn't understand.

[damien]

When Vivianne got closer to him, close enough for their lips to touch if either of them spoke, Damien wished with all of his might that he had the ability to live in the moment; to not think things through too much and worry over every little detail. He was here, right now, with Vivi, who was willingly sitting with him on his lap, her nose pressed against his, and her eyes peering into his with care. What did it matter, really, why she was here, and why she seemed to defy all laws of purebloods and want to be around him? It shouldn't have mattered at all. Yet his stupid Ravenclaw mind insisted that it did.

As he spoke and got closer to her, the way her body seemed to fold into his like a perfect puzzle piece made some of his worries and fears melt away. Some of his doubts--that Vivi didn't really like him like she thought she did, that she was only here for a short time before she would realize that she was supposed to hate him and did hate him--seemed to evaporate into thin air. As she spoke up, confirming what he said in a tone that suggested she did more than just looked at him twice, he felt another small seed of doubt disappear. Yet all of the things bottled up in him, these fears and worries, the things that chased each other in Dey's mind on particularly bad days, were already spilling out to be heard by the only person he would ever say them to.

He knew that he was being repetative, and knew that he very obviously was upset over this; again. He was surprised Vivi didn't get irritated with him and refuse to repeat herself, yet she did; and what she said had his eyes widening, a flush creeping over his face as a feeling of shame washed over him. Her question of 'isn't that enough' coupled with her moving closer to him again, their noses brushing, lips millimeters away from each other, had him swallowing hard, feeling like a complete git now. Was she thinking that he disliked being with her while not being able to understand why it was happening? Did she think he didn't want this?

Before Damien could open his mouth and answer, Vivi added that even though it was scary, she wanted it enough not to really care, and again her question geared toward him made shame take over the emotions of fear and frustration. Here he had been, ranting about things not making sense and practically saying that their relationship was a time bomb waiting to go off--no wonder she was double checking to make sure that he still even thought this was a good idea. "It is enough, to like you. And it is worth it, and I want it. A hell of a lot," he said quickly, leaning his forehead against hers, careful to keep his lips back just enough so that they were barely skating over Vivi's. "My mind is just...it's always going, always asking 'what if' and making me worry about things like this. But I want this, I want us, and most of the time...us is more than enough. Honest." Damien half smiled a bit nervously at Vivi, hoping those words had shown her that he really did care for her and that a few worries weren't going to make him stop caring.

When her dark eyes finally dropped from his Damien's half smile fell into a worried frown again, and he pulled back so that their faces weren't touching so that he could watch her better. Vivi's statement that their opinions weren't hers was a comfort to him; he had known this already, that she hadn't pictured him as they did, but the worry was still there, always, that one day her families ways would persuade her to view him as nothing but a dirty blooded menace, like she should. He nodded his head to show that he agreed with what she said, but he was more focused on the way her chest seemed to stop moving for a moment; the way her throat seemed to work for her to swallow.

Damien's own chest stilled for a moment as he held his breath in, before letting it out slowly, leaning his forehead against Vivi's again, just as she answered the most important question he had asked so far. "I...I guess." Dey's forehead creased worriedly at these words, and he ducked his head so that her lips were higher up than his, his eyes connecting with hers, his expression serious. She...she guessed? Did that mean she honestly thought that he was now second guessing their whole relationship because of some things unanswered and a sister of hers who would hate him?

"Look, Vivi," he said softly, his lips tingling as they moved against hers. He touched their noses gently, eyes narrowed slightly to show the seriouness of his words. "I'm sorry that I'm worrying so much over all of this, and asking the same questions over and over. Really, it doesn't matter to me that much if I understand why this happened, why we ended up together. Sure, I'll wonder, but that doesn't change the fact that we're together right now. And neither does your sister being a Death Eater...alright? No matter what...I still care for you."

Damien raised both of his eyebrows at her before sitting up straight again and pressing his lips gently to hers, kissing her for a few moments before breaking off and kissing along her to jaw to her ear. He gave her earlobe a delicate peck before pulling back again, brushing his nose against hers, smiling at her once more.

((SORRY IT FAILS >.<))