Post by prongs on Dec 2, 2009 20:30:23 GMT -5
The ending credits began rolling across the screen, and Xanthe gave a large yawn. She and Darien had been having movie nights for a while, and they were going to stop, but Sweeney Todd was on, and that was hard to resist...
She blamed it on Tim Burton. Keeping us alive in the dead of night.
"Sounds like someone's ready for bed."
She felt his warm breath in her ear, and she groaned mockingly, pushing him away. "Ugh."
She couldn't see his face, but just by the way he was talking, she could tell he was smirking. "Remember when we were younger and in school, and we had to run away to be together and everyone was out to get us? Now all the excitement we get is from cannibalistic British musicals."
Xanthe closed her eyes, leaning up against him as she chuckled slightly. "I swear to God. If I ever watch Sweeney Todd again..."
Darien furrowed his eyebrows down at her. "Damn, I forgot. You've seen it."
Xanthe turned her head to face him. "So have you."
Darien pursued his lips. "I kept you up this late just so we could watch a movie we've already seen-"
Through her eyeglasses, Xanthes emerald eyes narrowed at the clock. "It's not that late, really. Only 11:10."
"11:10?"
"Yeah."
The room was silent for a moment, her head rising and falling a little from Darien's breathing. "What was that thing about 11:11 again? You know, it's special or something-"
Xanthe made a tired grin. "You make a wish on it. It's supposed to come true."
Darien looked down at his watch. "I've never heard of that...well, we have fourty odd seconds or so. What's your wish?"
Xanthe snorted, blinking at him teasingly. "You aren't allowed to tell. If you do, the opposite happens."
Darien pondered this for a moment. After a few seconds, he finally said, "So, if you wish aloud, the opposite happens?"
"Do I really need to explain this twice?"
He made a small laugh. "Ten seconds."
Xanthe's eyes closed a little more, and the seconds reeled by in her head.
Five, four, three...
Two...
One.
"I wish I don't get to marry the love of my life, who ever so happens to be in the same room with me. I also wish that she doesn't love me and will not marry me."
Xanthe's eyes blinked open, and she looked up at him, making a piece of her red hair fall in her face, but she peered through it. Her mouth fell agape for a moment, and all she could focus on was his satisfied smirk.
When she finally had the breath to speak, the stupidest thing came out of her mouth. "You cheated..."
Darien looked down at her, using his right hand to tuck the hair behind her hair. "Yes. I did."
One of Xanthe's eyebrows raised. "You used the powers of 11:11 for evil. You sick bastard."
"Evil, you say? I was simply asking the pathetic time on the clock for a favor."
Xanthe pressed her head against his chest, playing with the strings on his white hoodie. "Clocks aren't genies, last time I checked."
Darien scoffed. "Then what's the deal with this 11:11 business? Giving false hope to the youth of today, it is."
Xanthe smirked, feeling his hazel gaze down on her. "Well, this clock seems to be generous."
Darien smiled down at her. "I'm taking this as a yes?"
Xanthe snorted again, pressing her head against his chest a little more. "You're slow sometimes."
Darien laughed a little, resting his head on hers. "I guess I am."
Xanthe smiled slightly, aware of the sudden feeling of warmth that now enclosed around her. Her eyes closed, the couch got a little comfier, and she drifted into sleep.
My muse is on acid. Forgive me.[/size]
She blamed it on Tim Burton. Keeping us alive in the dead of night.
"Sounds like someone's ready for bed."
She felt his warm breath in her ear, and she groaned mockingly, pushing him away. "Ugh."
She couldn't see his face, but just by the way he was talking, she could tell he was smirking. "Remember when we were younger and in school, and we had to run away to be together and everyone was out to get us? Now all the excitement we get is from cannibalistic British musicals."
Xanthe closed her eyes, leaning up against him as she chuckled slightly. "I swear to God. If I ever watch Sweeney Todd again..."
Darien furrowed his eyebrows down at her. "Damn, I forgot. You've seen it."
Xanthe turned her head to face him. "So have you."
Darien pursued his lips. "I kept you up this late just so we could watch a movie we've already seen-"
Through her eyeglasses, Xanthes emerald eyes narrowed at the clock. "It's not that late, really. Only 11:10."
"11:10?"
"Yeah."
The room was silent for a moment, her head rising and falling a little from Darien's breathing. "What was that thing about 11:11 again? You know, it's special or something-"
Xanthe made a tired grin. "You make a wish on it. It's supposed to come true."
Darien looked down at his watch. "I've never heard of that...well, we have fourty odd seconds or so. What's your wish?"
Xanthe snorted, blinking at him teasingly. "You aren't allowed to tell. If you do, the opposite happens."
Darien pondered this for a moment. After a few seconds, he finally said, "So, if you wish aloud, the opposite happens?"
"Do I really need to explain this twice?"
He made a small laugh. "Ten seconds."
Xanthe's eyes closed a little more, and the seconds reeled by in her head.
Five, four, three...
Two...
One.
"I wish I don't get to marry the love of my life, who ever so happens to be in the same room with me. I also wish that she doesn't love me and will not marry me."
Xanthe's eyes blinked open, and she looked up at him, making a piece of her red hair fall in her face, but she peered through it. Her mouth fell agape for a moment, and all she could focus on was his satisfied smirk.
When she finally had the breath to speak, the stupidest thing came out of her mouth. "You cheated..."
Darien looked down at her, using his right hand to tuck the hair behind her hair. "Yes. I did."
One of Xanthe's eyebrows raised. "You used the powers of 11:11 for evil. You sick bastard."
"Evil, you say? I was simply asking the pathetic time on the clock for a favor."
Xanthe pressed her head against his chest, playing with the strings on his white hoodie. "Clocks aren't genies, last time I checked."
Darien scoffed. "Then what's the deal with this 11:11 business? Giving false hope to the youth of today, it is."
Xanthe smirked, feeling his hazel gaze down on her. "Well, this clock seems to be generous."
Darien smiled down at her. "I'm taking this as a yes?"
Xanthe snorted again, pressing her head against his chest a little more. "You're slow sometimes."
Darien laughed a little, resting his head on hers. "I guess I am."
Xanthe smiled slightly, aware of the sudden feeling of warmth that now enclosed around her. Her eyes closed, the couch got a little comfier, and she drifted into sleep.
My muse is on acid. Forgive me.[/size]
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