apologies (blake)

[samara]

Samara had gathered up the courage to sneak out of her house and make her way towards Blake's. She knew he lived in Godric's Hollow, which was very convenient. Still, it was dark. She'd gone in the dead of night, hoping Blake was still awake. She'd been wearing the beautiful necklace day in and day out, but was giving in a rest that night. The fiery redhead walked through the streets in silence, feeling guilty.

The pair hadn't been able to see each other, what with Blake constantly working. Samara had been back to her thieving ways and was starting to regret it. Blake kept her sane and good, as whole and pure as she could ever be. Still, she felt bad. Samara felt that she should have made more time for him, but her father and mother were stingy. It was rather annoying. Hopefully Blake would forgive her...

Samara stepped up to the house and found Blake's window, one he'd shown to her countless times. Picking up some rocks, she lightly tossed them up at the window, hoping he was in...

Outfit

[blake]

Blake had been drifting in and out of sleep, barely able to breathe in the heat. His dad was too stubborn to allow mom to hire a repairman, and she wouldn't allow him to use magic to fix the air conditioner. He'd been laying there, his school books littered around him, and his hideous magenta robe from work hanging with his shirt on the bedpost. The tapping of something against the window woke him from his shallow sleep as he moved to the window, opening it. The recognition of the beautiful girl was instantaneous, despite how groggy he was. Samara was a wonderful sight for sore eyes, and he grinned. Gesturing to the door, he closed the window, running down to open the door, hugging her.

"Hello gorgeous," he lead her into the living room, turning on the table lamp. As the light fell on her, he saw that something was wrong. Sitting beside her, he pulled out the lighter from the door, lighting the relaxation candles on the coffee table. "Everything alright?" He asked, already knowing it wasn't. His muggle mom had developed a new obsession with nature and muggle "psychic" things. It was quite laughable, but she ruled the house as a dictator, so neither him nor his father could convince her they were as normal as factory made candles. However, if there was any chance of them having any relaxing effects, he would ask for it now.

[samara]

Samara was pleased to see that Blake seemed happy to see her. Still, she couldn't help but feel guilty. Embracing him, she followed him into the living area. Never have actually been inside Blake's home, she took in the quaint scenery halfheartedly. At his question, she brought her gaze back upon him. Standing, Samara approached him, quickly placing her hands on either side of his face and kissing him passionately. Then, she sat herself next to him.

"I've just missed you. And I'm really, really sorry that I've hardly had any time for you like I promised I would. Please forgive me," she begged quietly, eyes adverting nervously down to her lap. Blake was so much different than everyone else she'd ever had relations with. He was something she didn't want to lose. Samara wanted to keep him for as long as he would let her, for she thought that she had fallen for him harder than she'd ever fallen before.