forum These Burns Of Mine (One on One. *Closed*)

Started February 11, 2019 by @Toxic_Persephone group

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"Okay, I guess that makes sense." She giggled. "Shall we order?"

He nodded softly, humming to himself. "We shall. What would you like?" He asked as he moved to the counter, his order already in mind.

"I'll take whatever you're having." She replied with a smile.

((Sorry for the wait, I got called into work last minute))

The cashier who took their orders was a skeletal male nearing his mid twenties. He seemed to recognize Lighter, giving him a light nod. It was returned. After ordering two Vanilla Cocoa’s, he turned to Hope. “So Hope, What kind of things are you into? Theatre? Sports?”

(It's no problem at all. I had fallen asleep anyways)

"I do love a bit of theatre, but mostly writing." Hope replied with a smile on her face. "What about you?"

(Oof, just so you know, today and tomorrow I might be a little slow in replies or I might not. I have a birthday to go to and tomorrow I have a conference and work.)

Lighter bit his lip. He enjoyed things that might not be socially acceptable. Like smoking and gang-related things. “Well, I do play the violin.” He admitted sheepishly, his voice lowered.

(It's all good. I'll be pretty off and on as well)

"Really. Not to sound rude but I just never saw you as that type of guy." Hope smiled. "But that's so awesome!"

“No one does. It’s a side hobby. I don’t like to admit it.” He was actually pretty ashamed of it. He was extremely good at it and spent hour sitting practicing sometimes. He’d always take his violin out of the house when he did so. He didn’t want his father breaking it.

"There's no need to hide it. If you'd ever feel comfortable enough, maybe you could play for me sometime." She gave him an encouraging smile.

“Maybe some day.” He echoed, smiling softly at her. His name was called then. Lighter used that as a distraction and hurried to grab their drinks. He carefully offered Hope’s to her. “Don’t burn yourself.”

"I will try not to." Hope took a sip. "This is really good!"

“It’s the best thing they have here.” Lighter said as he led her to a table near the windows. He liked to watch people pass. “Hope, how are your classes going?”

"Pretty good, just wish all the jocks would stop staring at me." She replied. "How are yours going?"

“Honestly same. Except the jocks are glaring at me.” He chuckled. They all hated him. He had a lot of beef with them.

"Bit of a fighter, aye?" Hope giggled. All the jocks seemed to like to start things. Especially when there's a girl involved.

“Oh a lot of a fighter.” The look in his eyes was a mischievous one. “Do you not like to fight?” He asked after taking a sip of his drink. It filled his stomach with a warmth he enjoyed.

"I used to do kickboxing back in Scotland. Now I am more of a verbal fighter." She saw the look in his eye. She knew he was trouble but she liked it, it was kind of hot and attractive.

“I prefer street fighting. But agood knife fight is fun every now and then. Except scars aren’t attractive.” Lighter seemed excited. The more he spoke about fighting the more he seemed to perk and open up. “It’s the one thing I can do to relieve stress.”

"Are you the one getting the scars or giving the scars?" Hope asked. Lives for danger, but definitely opening up.

“Mm both. I can give a lot or I can get a lot. Depends on who I’m fighting.” He said simply.

"Why do you like to fight so much?" She asked.

((Sorry I was at an author’s convention.))

“It’s a way to relieve stress for me. And to get rid of my pent up anger.” His father was abusive. Lighter wanted to get back at him but he couldn’t in fear of getting really hurt. So he fought and pretended the other person was his father. He got extremely violent and was banned from a few fight circles.

(It's no problem, I wasn't that active due to a migraine)

"Ah, I see. I tend to write in those type of situations." Hope said. Writing was her passion, most people didn't know. She wrote everything. Poetry, songs, and stories.

((Ah Sorry. How do you feel now? Drink lots of water!))

“Writing sounds enchanting.” He replied with a soft sigh. “Do you get lost in what you’re writing sometimes? I do that with my violin.” A light blush crossed his face. There was his soft spot again. He took a sip of his drink.

(I'm doing a lot better now. But thank you)
"Yes, alot." She giggled. The blush that crossed his face made the butterflies returned. He's so cute!