"I give you full marks for tenacity, Paris. I'd say don't let yourself be the fool, but,"

Paris waited for it, for him to shoot her down. It would be like him to dissapoint her...if for no other reason to dissappoint her. It wasn't like her feelings had ever much mattered. Of course, his next words caught her off guard.

"then who am I to dictate to you?"

Paris blinked for a second registering this verdict in her mind. The fact that he had, indeed, dictated to her several was beside the point. She waited for a moment for him to laugh at her and say something like, 'or not' and shut the door in her face, but that didn't happen. Pleasantly surprised by his reaction, she stepped inside replying to this gesture by saying, "Hmm perhaps I should try saying please more often," confirming his suspicion that she thought her politeness had something to do with it.

She could feel his eyes on her, studying her, As if he doesn't know every last curve of my body, Paris thought smugly to herself. She put on a good show of being blissfully unaware by studying the flat she'd just stepped into. It was shabby and small....not how Paris had really pictured Justin's life after school at all. However, she supposed in its own way it was sort of...well, cute, and if nothing else it was Justin's and that made it good enough for her.

It wasn't until he was brushing past her that she was brought back to reality again. He gripped her arm gently as he past, quite different from the harsh way he'd treated her previously. She had a flash back of this in her mind, her back stinging a little as the memory of being slammed into the wardrobe was fresh in her mind. However, there was no visible way to know this was what was on her mind. Instead, she looked rather blank as she stood there quietly, wanting to kiss him more than anything, but remaining cautious nonetheless.

She watched as he tugged his shirt over his shoulders and onto his body. Paris for once seemed to have dressed with some class instead of her sexuality in mind. She wore a pale blue sundress that brought out her eyes spectacularly, sex and partying having been the last things on her to-do list since she'd been expected to fullfill her role as Death Eater and Mother. Two things she'd not come to admit to today, regardless of what happened.

"An adult conversation then? Well, this will at least prove entertaining. Shall you start?"

Paris rolled her eyes in a bored sort of way. If nothing else, everything about her seemed more adult, but in a twisted kind of way. In the way of someone who hasn't gained wisdom from years, but in the way of someone who is worn from having to grow up so fast. In the way of someone who has seen to much and knew too much before the appropriate time.

She was quiet for several moments before she began slowly, cautiously, "I hadn't really expected to get this far." she stated as she gave the flat one last glance before her eyes settled on him. "I guess I'll just jump right in....we haven't had the best of pasts..." Paris paused before giving an almost sarcastic laugh to this, "In fact, we have a horrible past. But enough stating the obvious," she added before pausing again. It seemed she was purposefully dancing around her point because she didn't know how to say it.

"I guess I came to say a lot has changed with me, obviously the same is true for you," Paris said gesturing to her surroundings. "It's just," she began nervously, clearly stressed with what she was saying, "Despite everything I still haven't...haven't quite given up on the idea of us...; of there being a you and me."

She met his eyes at last looking for a reaction and trying to feel out his emotions but was too nervous to notice much.



i'll be sure to stay wary of you
love to save the pain of once my flame and twice my burn