[Lawns] Momentum

[Dania Dahl]

His reaction was as sharp as she had expected but for a moment longer her hand remained, steady and unmoving before she withdrew it. He needed to realise that in this world there were people he could rely on, the few constants in the turmoil that was this chaotic ocean. In his eyes she could not be what he needed and Dania understood this wholeheartedly, she just wanted him to know that those people existed.. With the hopes, the confidence that one day he would find them. Despite this he continued to maintain the illusion, his muscles tensed and his eyes blacker than hers it seemed. Her lips pressed together, appearing to hint at a frown but not really, for it faded into a genuine smile. "Lie to me all you want, Myles." His name was a foreign object to her lips, and pensively she rolled it around the tip of her tongue. "But dont lie to yourself."

No matter how young the light he regarded her in the Hufflepuff would always have faith in humanity. It is not naive to trust with all your heart something to be true. While it may set you up for disappointment, it was better to believe in something than nothing at all. Dania herself wasn't infallible; she admired those that could simply believe with no proof at all. Like the humans and their fairies. No one is perfect, no world is perfect. She found beauty in the flaws, for they were what made them human.

The look in his eyes spoke stories, prattled the words he thought but somehow refused to say aloud. He believed everything was perfect for her. He believed that she had a wonderful existence and that nothing was wrong, that she was painfully blinded by her sweet, sheltered life. She smiled sadly; for the briefest of moments Dania was tempted to shatter his image of her, to reveal everything in which she had protected the rest of the world from. But she didn't, no, she couldn't. No matter what there was always someone worse off, and they didn't deserve to hear about her problems when they had their own to worry about.

No one perception is right, for everyone have different opinions on things. If he opened his eyes he would realize that to believe your own view on things was the truth then that would just make him like that muggle man.. Who was it? The one who had persecuted that minority group, who had murdered so many of them.. She couldn't think of him now and it pained her to try. "Then dont." Reciprocate the care, she meant. If she needed his help, well.. She wouldn't ask anyway. She never asked for help, not even from her own family. The world was burdened enough.

[Myles Bentley]

Myles narrowed his eyes, the lawns before him becoming mere slits in his vision. His name sounded like ridicule on her lips, and feeling tricked, the boy clenched the grass beside him in fists.

"You're the one lying to yourself." He felt an irrational anger spiral through him. But it wasn't irrational really, was it? Dania couldn't sit next to him and dig deep into his soul without a reaction, especially when Myles had been so sure he didn't have one to delve into. "Maybe it's time someone taught you the truth about humanity. You can only be innocent for so long." His glare was fierce, raw.

He wanted to be the one to teach her, if only to abuse her. His fingers clenched deeper into the dirt, the usually timid soil forcing itself under his nails. "I won't." Myles was aware his voice was like sandpaper - rough and hateful. "I don't want anything from you, Dahl. Not a single thing."

Releasing his tense fingers only slightly, Myles looked away. "The sooner you understand that, the better for the both of us."

[Dania Dahl]

You can only be innocent for so long. He told her, the look in his eyes burning holes in her cheek as she stared ahead of her now, her turn for a loss of words. They both had secrets they buried deep within their tender jackets of flesh, unwilling to retrieve and display even to satisfy the obtruding jests of the other. He claimed to have her entirely summed up, a shell of the stereotype of her house with a life so grand and pretty. Even knowing this herself she refused to let her guard down, knowing full well that any fallacy he found he would take advantage of. "You know nothing of my world." Dania told him quietly, swallowing back the images that flooded her mind, prodding at the backs of her eyes and threatening to kick her teeth in.

He was a little child lost in his big world, refusing to admit that he was afraid of being vulnerable, that such touching emotions were the bane of his existence. When would he realise that feeling could strengthen as much as it was able to destroy? "Nobody's life is a fairytale." Not even hers. Her words sounded pained, despite the sunny smile on her face. If he hadn't figured her out by now he was going to have one hell of a time, the girl was a breathing contradiction. To talk about something seemingly so morbid yet smile while doing it. She wasn't strong enough to shatter his walls, even as they spoke and she wriggled her way through one another sprung up almost instantly in its place.

Would he be the one to ravage her? Myles was painfully unaware of the fact that there was nothing he could possibly do to cause her any harm, not even to the furthest lengths of mental evisceration he might throw against her. Her life was not his to ruin, and he would learn.

[Myles Bentley]

Myles scoffed then, the pensive look on his face being replaced by disbelief. "Don't I?" He replied stonily, dragging a knee up to rest his elbow on. He was exhausted now, both mentally and physically. Dania had never shown a single thread of emotion that strayed far from joy, and the very misfortune she hinted at, his mind devoured. "No?" Myles face curved in a smirk, his skin shimmering with a new light as if relieved to be contorted into something familiar. "You're right. I don't."

Everyone had their own story. Dania's eyes, a dark contrast to the rest of her, told Myles there was indeed something he did not know. Something he couldn't understand about her, and probably never would. "And you don't know mine."

He finished, his thumb pressing against soft grass with a forceful intent to destroy. Whatever presumptions he had made about her, she was doing the same with him, and Myles could only fathom it as mockery. His emotions didn't range so far as to take it lightly, or even with gratitude.

When she spoke of fairy tales, Myles' smile dropped. Her angst was not his concern, and like he had said before, he wasn't the type to care. He wanted to put together the puzzle that was Dania, yes, but only so he could shatter the image into small pieces once again soon after.

[Dania Dahl]

The stalemate left her throat tight with an emotion cousin to exhaustion, and the small smile that parted her lips was serene in its knowing prospect. She did not know his life. "But I will." Dania rose then, leaving him with what was sure to stir ripples of resentment in the pond that was his temper. He would not follow her, and she was counting on it. Brushing leaves off her jeans and tucking another strand of orange hair behind one ear she glanced to the ground as she abandoned him there, downcast eyes contrasted by the smile that was present on her face. Though she couldn't say she was confident in knowing if they might speak again, the Hufflepuff decided that if she was left wanting of company perhaps she would find him.

Dania was overwhelmed with a strange feeling, her head tilted to one side as if contemplating this odd outburst of emotion as it prickled the palms of her hands. It was as if she held the hands with the memory of a day she assumed she would never experiance again, and it warmed her, sending ripples of prospect down her back. Myles on the other hand probably felt sick to his stomach, knowing that a Hufflepuff of all people had come closer than even his housemates to the truth of him. She couldn't think about this now however as she slid inside the large doors of the castle, stepping silently across stone to make her way back to the common room.

Why do you remain imprisoned when the door is wide open?