( xD Well, thanks for the warning. xP )
Aiden sighed, dropping his head in his hand. Her "yelling" had startled him at first, but now he just watched her rant from his spot on the floor. When she stopped talking, he muttered, "Are you finished? Because if so, I'd like to get on with what you called me here to do." He sighed again, taking a moment to take a breath and think of what the best thing to say was. "Look, magic is different for everyone. What works for someone may not work for someone else. And you, if you keep getting mad and trying to rush and push yourself for something you may not even be ready for, then nothing
is going to work." His eyes darted up when he heard the sound of a bell. "I've got a class next period. I suggest not skipping again or else we're both in trouble," he muttered, picking his jacket up off the floor and brushing it off, sliding it on to cover the tattoo on his arm. He started back toward the staircase, glancing back occasionally to make sure she was following.
"Good," Mag muttered, brushing a stray strand of black hair from her sleepy eyes. "Being able to describe something limits that something, doesn't it? That's very boring." His smile brought a small one to her lips as she touched one fingertip on the edge of his mouth. The little quirk on the side of his face was all she needed to know what face he was making. She sighed very quietly, so grateful she was there
, at that place, at that moment, with that person, instead of where she lived. "Uh...nothing, I'm sure; probably just another flaw or defect or something," she mumbled, pulling her hand away, her face slightly flushed. Now that she looked at it, it seemed a little more noticeable... Was some of that hers, too? She swore quietly when she heard the bell and sat up. "Well...life--or rather, school--goes on, doesn't it? We should go." She moved so she was sitting at the edge of the bed, adjusting her collar and dusting off her clothes. She sighed softly with a gentle smirk, lying down one last time on top of him. "Come on, now, time to get up--we can do this again, can't we?" she said in a quiet, teasing, laughing sort of tone.
The history of the world, my pet
Is to learn forgiveness and try to forget
And life is for the alive, my dear
So let's keep living it
Don't look back till you're free to chase the morning