I know that's a big word for 'wow'.. There are smaller ones, but I thought it was more exaggerating. :)
Caleb ignored Hay Lin's happy chatter, as this time Will swam further away toward the idiot of a boy who grinned at something another boy said, and Caleb scrutinized the guy who clearly hadn't been acquainted with a razor. But as soon as his eyes drifted to Will they didn't move again - Caleb gulped as he realized that the entire of her back was displayed and he'd almost thought her nude until his careful eyes found the blue straps - a deep navy which he hadn't really noticed in the water when he'd been looking at the focus on her face. She was even paler in the body, he noticed, and the blue shone onto her as well as it might on pure white, and even where the meek fabric covered, Caleb could still follow the line of her spine, which followed the slight curve of her back, which held even in he position in the water. It was traveling back up though, that his grassy eyes found the blades of her shoulders, and he let the rest there, completely engrossed in the way the muscles worked as her arms stretched out for every stroke, in a rolling motion as rhythmic as the dim music being played in the background.. "Caleb?"
"I wasn't.." Caleb's mouth hung open as he tried to push down the words he never meant to say, as Irma raised her eyebrows; waiting for him to finish. "I wasn't thinking when I told her to fight with Cornelia.. That's what I should say right?"
He'd been quick, but when Irma continued to stare at him, Caleb stared down at the ground in shame, well aware that Hay Lin was too preoccupied with waving and calling out the name 'Matt' to pay any attention to his fascination, and as much as Caleb knew it would be the same for any girl; it was only because he'd never seen one so.. Exposed, that Caleb had been lured to watch, and Caleb was now too concerned to recall his shame that he should never look at a woman, because he was sure he knew that name, and Caleb's focused frown deepened when he looked up to see the dark haired boy wave politely to little Hay Lin.
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Prince Phobos had walked the halls, until the murmurers would not see his very next step. There were footprints, invisible, but they burned in his mind as his eyes futilely searched the magically spotless hard floors that turned a corner, he knew concealed his mother's quarters. He half expected the pair to walk around the corner towards him, within the long seconds that Phobos stood at the line only detectable to him - the line coursed over the wood in a long, straight line which he recalled like his mother was only just drawing it with a pointing finger now; Prince Phobos almost stepped back when he remembered his mother's foreboding features. But there was a worse injustice, currently, than for Prince Phobos to break the only rules he'd ever followed, and thin, porcelain lips drew shaking breath as Phobos took the step which broke over that line. He could swear it was colder on the other side.
"Dimitte me matre." Prince Phobos breathed the words, in the true Meridian his mother had spoken so soothingly: Forgive me mother. It had become a sin the second that his mother had tutted and Prince Phobos felt the air getting thicker around him. It was the dust, Phobos told himself, and the Prince wiped his hair away from his face. His mother had told him to grow it, while his father had told him he could have what he liked. Clearly his father didn't know everything, or else where was his mother now? ..Prince Phobos waved a hand sluggishly and tried to ignore the sting of his life force draining out of him, to light the deathly still halls. He was right. The light shone dimly and the dust was visible; trapped by a barrier he'd set on the floor, but a thin layer now revealed two pairs of tracks: he couldn't use magic as freely with Elyon here. The dust had so recently been falling..
Prince Phobos left a third set of tracks, as he stood, careful not to step in theirs as he followed, mutely.
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Irma Lair, stood, awkwardly straight and begging him not to; though it was a futile wish, however, and Caleb's eyes were soon on Will again. She knew that he'd liked her more than he let on - Caleb himself had been honest enough in telling her that he thought Will was a 'Something more than the others', while they both lay, leaning on the wall with their legs hanging from the width of his high bed as they threw darts across the room at a picture of Cornelia: a sport concocted simply to piss off the girl they knew to be steps away from entering the room, because whenever he wasn't with the others, Irma had found that Caleb could be just an average guy. One that she liked too, and he was quick to have climbed into the ranks with her other best friends. "Will she be long..?"
Caleb's eyes followed every stoke, and Irma frowned pitifully in his direction. It would be no good, if Caleb were to like Will more than Will liked herself, and Irma already knew that he did. He was far too honest with her, and things he'd said might not even reach the ears of his 'little' Hay Lin, but boys would rarely tell their sisters, whether blood-bound or not. "You shouldn't wait for her you know.. People like Will.. They don't see when you want.."
"When I want what?" Caleb frowned, as he often did with a confusion when her sarcasm died away, but she couldn't tell him. He would've understood and he should've already known what she'd meant, but Caleb was too smart not to get it unless he didn't know. So he wasn't waiting anyway.. Irma shook her head, figuring that Caleb would be abrupt with Will.. As soon as he realized she was female.
Okay... Above, the thoughts are a little clouded, but that's how I see logic coming from Irma... 'Not quite right'. :L :L