the roof, Friday night

[nadiathesaint]

Yes. Nadia was back on the roof of emo.

Yes. She had her guitar of emo.

So, it stood to reason, that she was playing a song of emo.

After her lunch, she was pretty sure at least one of her better friends was now mad at her. Though watching the movie with Blair and crew had been fun. But then she'd felt guilty about having fun at Blair's expense when she'd messed things up so much earlier in the week.

So. Roof. Guitar. Song. Emo

I never thought you were the letter writing type
so now I see the words you chose the way you write
so I started to write back about the apple trees and the snow monsters
and I saw a bird, couldn't say what it was but I thought you'd know
you always surprised me

And if I wrote You
If I wrote You
You would know me
and you would not write me again

And when the spring came and flooded all the streams
It's like how you got the night you told me all you dreams
And when the barn roof sagged after an icy bout
It's like how you shrugged when you knew the truth was the only way out
but not the only way

And if I wrote you
If I wrote you
You would know me
and you would not write me again

We drew our arms around the bastard sons
We never would drink to the chosen ones
Well you know the way I left was not the way I planned
But I thought the world needed love and a steady hand
so I'm steady now

And I'm so happy
I had to tell you
And I love you
And you will not write me again
You will not write me again
You will not write me again

[ooc: bah. roof of emo is open.]

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[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Mmmmmmmmmmmmm. Dar.]

[nadiathesaint]

[ooc: yesssssssssss. I've listened to that song like, six times in the last two days. this post is almost entirely for the "trees and the snow monsters line, I admit it!]

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

After much of the day spent sleeping, Walter was restless. And itchy. He had a couple of sandwiches he'd thrown together and a bottle of water and had headed for the roof because you never knew who you'd find emoing up there.

When he opened the door to the roof and heard guitar, he assumed it would be one of two people.

He waited for a break in the music. "Hi."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia tensed, but tried her best not to show it. She concentrated on her finger work on the guitar as she started playing a quiet, repeating phrase.

Her voice wasn't much louder than the guitar. "Hi."

She wondered how long he'd been listening.

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Do you mind if I join you?" he asked, already taking a spot nearby and pulling out a sandwich. "Want one?"

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia shook her head, watching Walter carefully. He wasn't acting like he hated her . . . but who really knew? "No, that's okay. Thank you, though."

She wasn't quite sure what to say to him. There were a lot of thoughts all whirling through her head. "How are you?"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Itchy." His stitches were driving him crazy. "Couldn't sleep, so I thought I'd get some air. How are you? And Lucas?"

[nadiathesaint]

"No longer a tree," Nadia said, avoiding saying how she was. "He seems pretty happy about that. Why are you itchy?"

She thought she might know the answer to that, but saying so would require mentioning talking to Pippi earlier, which she really didn't want to do.

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Stitches." That was awkward to explain. "There was an accident yesterday morning."

Subject chage? Oh, yes please. "How did Lucas return to human?"

[nadiathesaint]

"No idea. He just kind of . . . did. One of those Fandom things." Nadia narrowed her eyes at Walter. "What kind of accident?"

Was she looking for digs against Victor? Yeah, okay, so maybe. She was a bad, bad person. Going straight to hell. Yep.

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Strange." Walter took a bite of his sandwich and used the pause while he chewed to try to think of how to phrase that answer. "Victor had a new mutation come in yesterday morning. He sort of... molted, like a lizard and was suffocating in the shed skin."

He paused and scratched lightly at his arm. "The new mutation is very, very sharp claws."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia already knew that, of course. But it was still a shock to hear it from Walter. She sighed internally. She just couldn't do it. She couldn't be mean.

"Are you both okay?"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter nodded. "Victor's learning control of the claws now. He didn't need many stitches."

"By the time I leave Fandom, I'm going to have an interesting way of telling stories. 'This scar is from robots. This one from my boyfriend. This one is from giant purple bunnies from outer space.'" He laughed and took another bite of sandwich.

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia kind of wanted to yell at Walter that his boyfriend had hurt him--made him need stitches--and that maybe that wasn't such a little thing to be talking to off-handedly about, but she couldn't get the words out.

Because she was pretty sure she had no right to say anything about it, at all. After all, she was just the dumb girl with a crush. She looked down at her guitar, then out over Fandom and smiled without humor. "Heh. Yeah. Giant . . . purple bunnies. That's funny."

Her fingers struck a bad note and she winced. "I hope that's not what's coming next. Because I like bunnies. I don't want them to suck."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"No. Maybe the muppet rats will stage a rebellion."

Let's try that subject change again.

"How have you been? No problems with Belthazor or teasing about the book-that-will-not-be-named?"

[nadiathesaint]

"Well, Bel apparently got Blair to watch When Harold Met Sarah to explain what 'the big O' was, but other than that, No Belthazor problems." Yeah, and that was her side stepping the "how are you?" question again. "And no, but Professor Mac has been pretty quiet in class this week."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter stopped for a moment to assure himself that Nadia had been speaking English in the first part of that answer.

"He had Blair watch what? And what is 'the big O'?"

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia suddenly realized exactly why Bel must have decided to tell Blair to watch a movie instead of actually explaining anything.

"When Harold Met Sarah. It's a movie. If you watch the diner scene, you'll figure it out."

Because there was no way in hell she was going to say the word, out loud, to Walter. Especially not after the Kiss.

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Wait. Why would you tell me that Bel told Blair to watch the movie? Is it something bad?" Walter looked at her. "Are you having me on?"

[nadiathesaint]

"Blair was . . . not prepared for the big O. And, no, I'm not going to tell you what it is, because I'll blush and it would be bad."

Yay, honesty! Nadia focused on her guitar playing for a moment, wondering if Walter would figure it out.

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Oh-kaay.

Oh.

Ohhhh.

"Right." Good sandwich. Wow, what an orgasmically good sandwich.

[nadiathesaint]

Yep, he figured it out. And, oh look, Nadia is blushing, even though she didn't tell him what it was. She stared at her fingers. "Si. Um . . . ." changeofsubjectchangeofsubjectchangeofsubject!

Her mind was completely blank of alternate subjects. It kept going mmmmm, lips, kisskisskiss, BIG O!

Stupid mind.

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Change of subject!

Walter finished his sandwich and brushed off his hands. "Will you be staying here over the summer? I heard there is a summer camp."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia shrugged. "I don't really have any where else to go, so . . . yeah. I guess so. Summer camp might be fun."

Fortunately, Nadia had never seen any of the many adult films about the "fun" to be had at summer camps, so she got to stop blushing.

Otherwise, she might well have passed out from lack of blood to her brain.

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"I'm trying to figure out how to convince Arthur to let me stay for the summer. I don't think I want to see what he's done while I've been gone." Speaking of the Big O. Ugh.

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia was torn between hoping that this Arthur guy would, because yay Walter! and hoping that he wouldn't, because then maybe she could get over this damned crush.

"Why wouldn't he let you stay? He's your . . . boss back home, right? And he wants you to get lots of experience in the real world, or something?"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Something like that. But he's hopeless. I go away and he uses the time to drink and... erm... hire company." Oh look, another sandwich.

"I'd been here just a few days when he sent me a letter saying I should think about going home because he couldn't find anything, but he's better than his brother, Richard. At least Arthur means well."

[nadiathesaint]

Hire . . . oh.

Nadia suddenly hated Walter's boss.

"It sounds like he could use some time in the real world, then."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"That's not going to happen. Hellsing's sort of outside the real world. And Arthur? Let's just say that having Count bloody Dracula a vampire at his beck and call hasn't really been good for his grasp of reality."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia blinked, then closed her eyes and shook her head. "I thought you fought vampires?"

Okay, Walter won. He officially had a weirder upbringing than she did. Well, except maybe the Russian mad scientist thing, which she planned to never, ever tell him about.

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Well, usually, but this one serves Hellsing. It's not really his choice, but he's made the best of it." So not going in depth about that without pushing.

[nadiathesaint]

"What do you mean, it wasn't his choice? You're not making any sense, here."

This was a topic Nadia didn't mind delving into. Because it wasn't in any way about her, and didn't make her think about how she was the queen of evil and going to hell, and a bad person all around.

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Have you ever heard of a book by Bram Stoker called Dracula? Well, it isn't fiction, but Dracula didn't die. He was captured by Abraham van Helsing and bound to serve the van Helsing bloodline. He's used to hunt and destroy other vampires."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia stared at Walter.

"You've met Dracula."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

I've snogged him.

"Yes." He took another bite of sandwich. "He was my friend before I came here." Things kept going in uncomfortable directions.

[nadiathesaint]

"The Dracula."

Nadia was still stuck on this. Possibly would be for awhile.

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"The Dracula. The one in the book with Mina and Lucy and Abraham van Helsing. Do you think the name 'Hellsing' is a coincidence?"

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia had actually never read the book. She'd only been vaguely aware that there was a book. But she'd heard of Dracula, alright. "Um, no?"

She strummed at her guitar.

"No, seriously, you mean actually Dracula?"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Yes. Do you want me to take you back to my room and show you a picture?" Yes, he still had the pictures. No, he wasn't going to get rid of them.

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia's brain heard about as far as "take you back to my room" before it kind of shorted out.

Not that it was doing all that well to begin with, what with the whole Dracula thing.

"I think I need to go to bed." his bed! no! but . . . no! bad! shut up!

. . .

big O?

"I'm very, very tired now. Yes."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter looked at her dubiously, but nodded. "Okay. It was good seeing you. Good night."

[nadiathesaint]

"Good night!"

Nadia fairly well fled the roof.

One of these days, they would have a conversation that didn't result in her a) blushing, b) sounding like a moron, or c) running away.

One of these days.