Danser Dans L'obscurité
Note: I'm going to stop with the notes and this story will be over when it finally winds itself down
Disclaimer And you can't see when all your dreams are coming true
Dedication: Some really cool interesting people.
Chapter ten: Petites Révélations(1)
Later that afternoon, Cloud Tower
After being forced to stay after in detention and write about how they wouldn't try to kill eachother the two were finally let go. Riven headed off to Alfea to try and convince Musa that their younger daughter shouldn't be allowed to date until she was at least fifty and Lamort hopped on his bike and headed to Cloud Tower. He'd only just pulled into the main courtyard when he was confronted by Charissa and Amber.
"Is it true you got into a kick boxing match with Riven?" Charissa asked as soon as she spotted her cousin.
"'Ey 'e started it." Lamort defended. "How'd y' find out abou' dat?"
"Seems that Adon was over visiting Lapis and he spilled the beans." Amber explained
"You fought my father?" Raven asked getting into the conversation. "Now that's just odd."
"According to Adon's story it wasn't so much of a fight as it was a sad display of your father's fighting skills." The blond witch replied. "Apparently Ram knows how to fight."
"I'm gonna be grounded 'til I'm fifty." Raven groaned.
"In which timeline?" Carrie asked.
"Both. Can someone just shoot me now?"
"But t'ink of all da fun we'd miss if someone did dat." Lamort chided.
"Think of what my dad's gonna do now." Raven sighed.
"Hey, Ambi, what do you say we go find Jason and blow this pop stand?" Carrie suddenly suggested.
"Why?" The blonde asked confused.
"Because something tells me we're intruding." Carrie replied dragging Amber off so Raven and Lamort could have some vague resemblance of privacy.
When they were relatively alone Lamort turned to Raven who was sitting on a bench, jotting things down in a dark purple notebook and gently took her pen away. "Talk ta me sugah."
"I can't talk, I'm writing a new song and I just got some lyrics in my head." Raven protested trying in vain to get her pen back from Lamort.
"An' if I refuse?"
"I'll probably not speak to you at all. Just let me finish this one line." The onyx haired witch wheedled.
Lamort sighed and reluctantly handed Raven back her pen. "Why don't you use a lap top like your friends do?" he asked looking over the music witch's shoulder at what she was writing and not understanding what it meant.
"It doesn't have the same feel." Raven answered, recapping her pen. " I need to feel the words coming through my fingers."
"Fair enough, so, what's goin' on?"
"Nothing's going on." Raven protested. "I'm just tired. Ms. Darkholm made me do a presentation for transformations."
"Sounds interesting."
"Only if you like being confused every few seconds because some student or teacher is asking for someone with your name." Raven tilted her head back on the bench letting her hair fall over the edge. "So, how much trouble did you get me in to?"
"Jus' enough ta convince ton père (2) dat y' should stay away from me."
"Oh joy unbounded. How'd that happen again?"
"Well, 'e wasn't a fan of mon père(3) ta begin wit. I jus' went an' made it worse." Lamort replied sounding only slightly embarrassed.
"Hmm, I wonder how long it'll be before he comes over here to check up on me." Raven mused while inching closer to Lamort with a sneaky smile on her face.
Lamort inched closer as well. "Let's find out." He replied before touching her lips with his.
What I chase won't set me free
Okay everyone thanks for waiting so damn long for this chapter, I'm experiencing some writer's block I guess. So now I have a vote for my reviewers. Should I have Riven (and or Musa) come up on this scene. Or should I just skip ahead to a few days? Thanks in advance
1.) Translates to Small Revelations
2.) Your father (informal)
3.) My father