Re: Decoding the Enigma Machine

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POSTED: Wed Jan 03, 2018 7:51 pm

Oh, now she understood what he meant. He shut his eyes against the sense of mortification that welled up within him. Not only had he been shot down profusely, he had also been misunderstood. What an awkward way to spend fifteen minutes of his life. Willow could hardly believe his luck, shaking his head slightly as the woman asked him to wait.

Wait? Wait for what? To look at her and be incredibly embarrassed? Were he any older, he would have known it was nothing more than a crush, nothing but puppy love. But he was not older, he was not wiser, and he did not know any better.

Her hands at his elbow made him freeze and stiffen as she bid him to pause with her gesture. He did, even though he really, really wanted to just keep walking away from the situation with the dizzy mind of a feverish lunatic. Her grip had made him pause and turn slightly, having been in motion. Of course, she was stronger than him, too.

A whine nearly escaped, but it was not suppressed all the way as the slightest noise gurgled in his throat at the way her eyes looked at him. It was not with affection more than for a friend or family, though it was a great deal more affectionate than how his siblings tended to look at him. No wonder he had not understood the difference and had begun to think too deeply in things.

“You think so? Or you know so? There’s sort of a big difference there,” he countered sharply, voice a little higher than he expected. More dread filled his stomach as he pulled his arm from her grip, eyes cast down. Clearly, he did not deal well with rejection despite having figured his chances of success were far lower than he would have liked.

Willow started walking forward again, clearly with a purpose. They were going to check out the stupid Grove, and then he could go home to die quietly in a corner. That seemed like a lovely time to him at that moment, especially with the cold barely penetrating into the normally very chilled appendages. He could barely feel the wind and his face felt horrendously hot. Was it always going to be like this?

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POSTED: Sat Jan 06, 2018 12:51 am

Emotions and feelings were strange things and Thyri was no stranger to the negative impacts that either of them could harness. But chief among them was infatuation. It was a strangely powerful thing, that warm, tingly, luring feeling that came with having a crush on someone. The ideas that one's mind could conjure, the hopes and the fantasies and the images that it could dream up. It was terrifying and it was exciting.

And it often lead to heartbreak.

Thyri furrowed her brows at Willow when he countered her sharply, but the crinkling of her glabella and the slant of her brows was gentle, forgiving. "I just... I've never thought of you like that before," she tried to explain. He hadn't even given her much time to consider him in any other capacity than a teacher might consider a student. How was she to know, with any certainty or sincerity, precisely if she was even capable of thinking of him romantically?

But the youth pulled away from her grasp and stomped on ahead, leaving Thyri to stand awkwardly where he left her. She wondered for only a few heartbeats whether or not she should follow after him before making up her mind. Without saying a word, Thyri raced after him, her arms swinging rapidly at her side as she jogged to catch up with his purposeful pace. "Look, I know how you feel," she said, doubting that he would believe it but carrying on anyway. "Everyone goes through this. I did, too. Except..." She paused, tugging at the base of one too-hot ear. "He... he was already in love with someone else. And I thought that maybe... maybe he liked me more."

She didn't know if that made it better or worse, but it had sucked at least as much. "Obviously he didn't." She shrugged, still tugging at the base of her ear. Why did her ears have to always get so damn hot when stuff like this happened?

OOC: ohhhhhhhhh willowwwwwwww :c

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POSTED: Thu Jan 11, 2018 7:56 pm

He gave a hum that definitely suggested he did not believe her. It seemed impossible that Thyri would know how he felt at all, especially since she seemed to be in a position he had never been in himself. He doubted quite a bit that everyone went through something similar, but as any teenager might, he obviously thought his experiences were special and solitary, that there was no possible way that anyone in the world would have gone through the same exact thing in one form or another.

It didn’t click in his head that the experience of life was perhaps different for everyone in pacing and timing, but the same things happened to others despite the belief that everyone’s existence was not the same.

Still, the young man listened to Thyri, because he had no choice and of course he was likely to anyway. He stopped moving and spun around to look at her once he properly took in what she said. She had fallen in love with someone else who had already loved a person that was not her. He wondered if it was the same situation, or if it was just close enough that Thyri associated it with the same feeling. Except, it felt different to Willow.

”Are you in love with someone, then? Because otherwise your story isn’t exactly the same as this.” He made a flailing gesture between the two of them, finding that he had no real good motion that symbolized whatever was happening. Willow was mortified even as he verbally accosted her. He made a noise of disgust. ”I’m not saying I love you or anything like that,” he added, voice softening as he huffed.

Willow spun around yet again, moving forward once more. Except, then he found himself at the mercy of a sudden attack of gravity, as his feet caught up in a half-hidden root covered by detritus. It caught hard and he found himself falling headlong into the pile of rotting material, crashing epically. He sprawled, and then sighed, accepting it. ”Just leave me in the mud.” His voice was muffled thanks to the way he lay, dejected.

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POSTED: Thu Jan 11, 2018 9:45 pm

She ignored his hum of disbelief as best she could, though her blood was beginning to boil. Had it felt this way for Ezra, she wondered? Surely not. She'd taken the easy, cowardly, way out and had run away from the entire situation before the svelte man could so much as utter an apology. Thyri's shame during that time of unparalleled embarrassment had been at one of its highest points in her entire life. But it was certainly not a unique situation to find oneself in and if Willow thought that he was exceptional in his feeling, Thyri was there to show him just how basic he truly was.

Furrowing her pale brows, Thyri glowered at Willow when he chose to argue semantics at her. "That's none of your business,"lack of feelings toward him? With some work, the Dawnbringer managed to soften her face and her voice. "All I'm saying is that things like this happen to everyone," she began, emphasizing that scenarios didn't have to be exact for them to result in the same feelings of shame, embarrassment, and awkwardness. "It's just a normal part of growing up and living."

But he was young, she reminded herself too late. Youth had a way of dramatizing everything and ignoring the wisdom that older people could offer. And there were so very many things that could go wrong when love was added to the equation.

Ignoring his addendum that he did not, in fact, love her or anything, Thyri began to carry on toward the Grove when the distinct sounds rustling and falling caught her attention. She glanced back at Willow in time to see him falling, headlong, into a mound of questionable materials. She gasped and then grimaced for him, watching as gravity took hold of his body and sent it crashing to the earth. He lay there then, entirely accepting of his unfortunate situation. "Stop being dramatic," she scolded gently, trying to keep her lips from quirking. After all, there were few things more hilarious than people falling.

Bending at her waist, Thyri offered a pale hand in front of his face. "Come on and get up," she said kindly. "You're fine."

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POSTED: Wed Jan 17, 2018 9:20 pm

It felt like he had been lectured all his damn life about one thing or another. There was always something else that he did not know, understand, or experience, that everyone who had simply needed to inform him of it. Often, the tone was nagging or their air was a superior one. As though they had all the answers, they always told him something one way or the other.

Willow had only himself to blame for the lectures, since his failings often caught up with him or his motor mouth forced him into those situations. Just like that moment with Thyri, he was letting his mouth run away without his brain attached. He lay in the mud and it felt like a fitting punishment for such rampant speech making.

There she went again, telling him what to do. It was, unfortunately, a good suggestion, even as he lay nearly about to whimper over his stupid situation. He was being dramatic, but it was what he was best at. He was dramatic when things seemed to go a way he did not expect, especially when they were out of his control.

Willow clearly had an issue letting go of control. It was no wonder that he did not really do challenging things that would test his ability to react. Plants tended to be simple in mode and operation, seeing as they could only grow up or out.

A hand was thrust into his face and Willow took it despite his shame and embarrassment. Thyri hoisted him up. Sloughing off mud, he whipped is hands at the wrists to shake off excess mud from his fingers. Could he have a more embarrassing existence? It hardly seemed conceivable.

”Fine is relative,” he mumbled darkly as he moved past her without so much as a word of thanks for helping him up. His eyes were definitely peeled downward for most of the journey; he was not willing to fall a second time.

They walked in silence, or at least it was silence in his head. He kind of ignored Thyri as he lead the way to the Grove in an attempt to get the encounter over with while still having some level of productivity to it. Upon arriving, it was decidedly barren of the green that defined the place so well. The trees were clustered together tightly and the youth wondered how they would build around the wood.

”I don’t know, where do you think they’ll put in the houses if they go here?” “If” being key.

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POSTED: Thu Jan 18, 2018 11:52 am

After a time, she felt the warmth of his hand wrap around hers and she rocked back on her heels to haul him to his feet. Thyri watched for only a moment as he tried to rid himself of the thick, umber paste that coated his hands, before turning away from him again and starting slowly toward the Grove. She heard his dark mumble as he brushed past her and rolled her eyes, feeling her own mood sour with every extra minute she spent in the ornery teen's presence.

But stubbornness and a genuine interest to consider Calico Grove as a suitable place within which the Court might relocate their housing keep Thyri from abandoning the idea — and Willow — altogether. So they walked, and as they walked the silence stretched oppressively between them. She allowed the youth to lead the way, figuring it might allow him to retain some of his broken pride, but would offer no further words of sympathy or advice.

If Thyri had been entertaining any notions whatsoever of whether Willow might be a suitable candidate for her heart, this childish antics and self-pitying responses that followed her words of surprise and uncertainty told her quickly, and with much confidence, that the young man was not someone she was interested in courting. But that wasn't to say she didn't still care about him. As his teacher, she would continue to offer him lessons and would be happy to do so. As a romantic partner, however? Willow would most definitely need to turn his attentions elsewhere.

Coming up to the Grove, the thick trees devoid of leaves and the land below blanketed in white, Thyri cast her pale eyes about them. She swiveled an ear in Willow's direction as he questioned where the houses would go. "The center," she said, moving past the skeletal trees to where a large space opened up in the center of the Grove. "Houses could go here, don't you think? And the trees all around would act as a natural barrier, too." Thyri glanced at Willow and then swept her eyes back to the middle of Calico Grove, where she considered the space thoughtfully. But was there space enough to contain all of them?

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POSTED: Mon Jan 22, 2018 7:59 pm

Willow hummed at the space, trying to visualize square houses made of logs standing the area, completely ending the beauty of the space. He mushed his facial features together as he narrowed his gaze at the copse of trees. He tried to imagine it, he really did, but all he could really see was just a big empty space with too many trees and not enough room.

He could not really imagine it, and he struggled. Part of him was too preoccupied with other things so perhaps he simply did not try hard enough to devote more brainpower to the task.

”We wouldn’t be able to expand much unless the houses take parts of trees in ‘em.” He was no architect and did not fathom what kind of house would permit such a thing. Swallowing up the nearby trees to keep the natural layout of the land intact seemed somehow feasible, but he wondered if it truly was possible. Maybe it would be nice. Maybe.

Still, the youth had more than enough pessimism to go around to share. ”I don’t know. What if the trees fall down on the houses or there is not enough room to make more houses?” He rubbed at his chin a moment, lost in thought, before moving to two trees that were too close together. He managed to put his hand on both without stretching out his hands to their flattest potential. ”We could get trapped in here.” Somehow. Maybe. But it seemed entirely reasonable!

”Besides, what kind of houses were they wanting to build?” he trailed off, thinking of his family’s home, the log cabin near the training grounds, and the hotel. None of them seemed to fit the motif in the Grove, and they would be painfully difficult to erect.

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POSTED: Tue Feb 13, 2018 10:22 am

She looked around the open space within Calico Grove, her soft jade eyes flicking around. Her mind visualized the little houses — with emphasis on little. They would have to be small, she realized with a thoughtful twist of her lips, but that didn't mean much to Thyri. She didn't need much space — just somewhere to sleep and to keep her sparse belongings in one safe place.

But she recognized that, for others, such a small area in which to live and work and rest would not be acceptable.

Thyri lowered her eyes from the sun-kissed leaves above and dropped them to Willow's level. There was no amusement in her gaze. In fact, the more he spoke and offered all the things that were wrong with her grand idea, the more annoyed she felt with him. By the time he was done blathering on, Thyri had her arms folded across her chest and her brows heavy over narrowed eyes. "Apparently none, if you'll have your way," she snapped.

"Unless you plan on building out in the open, with no trees anywhere, there will always be a risk of trees falling on houses," she argued. And obviously rotten trees could be felled, she added in her head. "And trapped? Really?" Thyri rolled her eyes and threw up her hands. "Whatever. There's probably not enough room here, anyway. I'll just look somewhere else." Without you, was the implication.

OOC: Welp, apparently that was the last straw for Thyri.

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POSTED: Thu Feb 22, 2018 7:56 pm

Whatever grace he had left was gone. Thyri’s angry eyes on him made him wilt a moment, before he straightened despite the growing need to leave. Her tone made him twitch in surprise, for she had never really taken that sort of tone with him. Or, rather, she had, but that had been before she had taken him on as a student. He had struck a nerve.

She ripped apart his own counterarguments without hesitation, mercilessly ending his complaints. His mouth tightened shut, teeth clenching in an uncomfortable way. No one else had ever berated him the way that Thyri did, which only set everything up to be a true disaster. The day was a nightmare, and he was tired of living it by that point. He wanted it done, he wanted to be home, and he wanted to be away from the woman.

Willow looked insulted and indignant, sputtering slightly when she finished her spiel. He started to speak but only jumbled sounds came out as he raised his hands. They fell back to his sides with soft thudding smacks as he tried to figure out something to say. He huffed, puffed, then grumbled as he turned away from her.

”You know what? You look somewhere else, because clearly you’re just as ridiculous as your younger sister,” he spat out with some conviction, striding away in what could only be described as an infuriated stomping pace. With all the tantrum of a teenager, he left Thyri along, grumbling all along the way.

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POSTED: Fri Feb 23, 2018 10:56 am

Thyri liked to believe that she was patient. She liked to believe that she could handle any stressors that came her way and respond to them with dignity and tact. But the reality was that, all too often, there were times and situations that wore her thin and snapped her restraint. This was one of those times and one of those situations.

To her credit, Thyri had done well enough for significantly longer than was usual for her. Had Willow been anyone other than her student, she might have lost her patience with him much sooner. In fact, it was unlikely that she would have even made it to the grove at all. But their relationship was different somehow and Thyri wanted to inspire tolerance and success.

She knew that she had triumphed in neither but was far too annoyed at this point to care.

Rather than admit he was wrong and apologize for his behavior, Willow sputtered and puffed and appeared terribly aggrieved. Thyri glowered back. "Gladly!" she huffed back, clicking her teeth at his retreating back in response to his insult. Then, turning on her heel, the Dawnbringer stomped off in the opposite direction and fumed silently to herself.

OOC: Feel free to archive after you'd read it (or post again if you wanna). <3

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