What an existence changing line for a middle school girl. A girl who grew up with little money, no solid belief in her own worth, no pretty clothes or make up to supplement her insecurities. It was followed immediately by, “But he’ll never go for me.” Being fourteen and having been told she is unbelievably bright for her age this is the true ultimatum to this once choice interaction.
Still, she can sing. She sings by the piano and it’s the song she’s been working on for months after class with the kind and jazzy music teacher. He’s leaning on the piano, the cute boy, not the music teacher and she can’t help but notice that he’s smiling at her. She sings a little louder and tucks her chin absolutely terrified that she might be blushing. He’s still cute.
High school is a chore. And English is death made manifest. The teacher hates them for being loud and contradictory. He’s there, teamed up with a very pretty girl today and she, that is the girl who thinks he’s still cute, thinks that they look cute together. He, the cute boy, tells the class a few things about himself. He plays soccer and loves the trombone. He’s had diabetes since he was nine.
She, the silly girl, thinks that he is even cuter.
Of course. It will never happen. He’s very cute. She’s very not.
The room is dark. They’re playing a game during English. The teacher has decided that she likes them now which is a great improvement. Very quietly, her, the silly girl’s, friends are giggling as the cute boy crosses his arms and very smoothly invites her to a dance. She’s quite happy for the dim lighting and fails to give a smooth reply but manages to consent. She decides that he has a cute voice as well.
She was really happy for a time. She felt like he was too.
Then he leaves her. Not in the silly way that teenagers do. He moves, really far away and leaves her in the tiny town she was born in. It’s like a piece of her has left with him. She knows this because she sees him in the hallways even though he can’t be there and spends every spare moment in the woods where they would go walking. There’s something special there still, like a whiff of his cologne,only it fills the piece of her that’s still missing. For a time.
She decides that he must have been very important and wonders why this is only so obvious now. He was cute. But he was also kind and funny and polite. He was chivalrous but respectful and he was honest even when it was painful. He was hardworking. And just.
She does some silly things, this silly girl. She gets in all kinds of trouble and steps out of the bright sunlight of childhood into adulthood much faster than she anticipates. She won’t even know it till later. She won’t even morn it till much later. He, the silly boy, keeps her up late with phone calls. She curls up in the bathroom with a blanket and the phone cradled beneath her ear knowing that she has jazz band at six and work after school and a calculus quiz. It’s just a joy to hear his voice though his burdens sorrow her heart.
Finally an adult. School ends and her mother can’t take care of her anymore. She moves out west, searching for the piece of her that still alludes her. The silly boy hugs her and she feels whole again. It’s a silly feeling and it fits them well.
He’s still kind. Polite. Honest and loyal. He still makes her laugh and reminds her how special she is.
He’s very special this boy. She’s very sure that he is not only cute but wonderful.
Gideon Emery, who is the voice actor for Fenris and Balthier and has various roles in Skyrim and Diablo III, does not only have the most amazing voice but is also incredibly attractive. Imagine that.
WHO THE FUCK IS LUMINA?
It makes my heart light whenever Aeryk finds a virtue in something I’ve said or done. It’s very sweet.
Paul is way more attractive than Ian.