081. How
The magnetism was easy to define but not easy to understand. She amazed him, that he knew, and that was the reason why he wanted her so badly. But he couldn't quite gasp how she amazed him.
There was nothing overly extraordinary about her. Every time he compared her to the many other girls that he could like, she always came up short. Emmeline was stunning, breathtaking with her pale, pale blonde hair, frosty eyes and creamy skin. She looked like an angel, elegant and ethereal, yet forbidden and delicate.
Lily was fiery and unique, with those eyes of hers that could turn James Potter into William Shakespeare with his plethora of pick-up lines. She was easily an exotic beauty with the girl next door charm.
Dorcas was the golden girl. Smart, funny, and flirtatious she was Helen of Troy with Black as her doting and equally beautiful Paris Alexandros. Long golden locks with longer legs and eyes warm and brown, she was clearly everyone's pick as the utmost perfect girl.
Marlene wasn't any of that.
She was a weird and deliciously sensual combination of masculine roughness with feminine sexuality, with her long angular body, wide mouth and deep eyes. Every movement she made exuded sex, from her strong stance and her muscled arms, to the curvature of her whittled waist and flat abs. She was athleticism and eroticism and cynicism, mixed up and spit out at you bitterly, sans remorse.
Yes, remorseless. That was Marlene.
Fabian had warned him from day one, the moment Gideon had laid eyes on her, sitting in the compartment with her feet propped up against the window, voluminous hair tumbling off the seat like chocolate lava. He'd warned him, "Don't go in there Gid, we'll find another compartment…" and already moved on down the corridor, but it was too late. Gideon wasn't sure if he liked girls yet (he was still in a stage where they were rather yucky and undesirable) but the scarred up knobby knees and the wickedly mocking smile (she was a tease, even then) was unlike any girl's he'd ever see.
And he opened the door, not bothering to apologize for knocking --who he would later know as Frank—in the shin, and she spared him a look and his mouth was glued shut.
"Sit down, yeah?" She said, altogether without enthusiasm, and he spent the whole ride deciding that chocolate brown (the color of all that hair) was his absolute favorite color.
Author's Note: So I had to do a 'Hopw they met piece' Gid was sprung from the get go. Also, I love the lack of dialogue here, and I think that I got characterizations down pretty good. Yay for Fabian being the older, smarter twin, and yay for Marlene/Frank friendship!