Live Through This & You Won't Look Back. [Closed; Julian Greyson]

Hearing Mikhail Paul’s name threw Julian into a frenzy of emotions and the sly remark that emitted from him was one that he couldn’t bring himself to bite back. Years had gone by…it was so long ago… the wizard knew in the back of his mind that he was being petty, childish even, as he laughed. Though, Julian’s laughter slowly subsided once the room began to grow dark; papers scuffling to the floor as if a wind current had swept through the room. His eyes darted to his sketchbook drawings as they fell to the floor however once the wizard caught a glimpse of Amara it was hard for him to avert his eyes. It was only for a moment but the tattooed man could have sworn her eyes grew bright white in color, her features sharper somehow. It wasn’t often Julian saw Amara in such an infuriated state but surely this wasn’t normal…nor the time to dwell on such. Her voice carried over the room yet held the same amount of grace and Julian found himself starring at the woman before him; mouth slightly agape, one eyebrow raised in unquestionable shock. What in bloody hell was happening here?

It was somewhat beautiful yet disturbingly unsettling, he reflected, though his thoughts were immediately silenced as the photo Amara had been holding was thrown straight toward his face. Julian tried to dodge the paper by catching it with his hand and was almost completely successful if it weren’t for the edge lightly scratching and leaving a tiny paper cut on his bottom lip. His tongue immediately went to the source and Julian sent the witch another frustrated narrow eyed gaze. Though it was only halfhearted since the action seemed to open his eyes to what was happening. The tattooed wizard now understood that he was ruining, what was supposed to be, a harmonious reunion by displaying his own insecurities.

There was a stretch of silence as the two starred at each other; hushed anger in their body language. He hated how easy it was for her; how simple of a solution it was to merely forget and move on with her life. How in the world could she do it? The wizard looked to the witch intently noting how envious he was of the face that she could walk out without another word. Julian knew he would give anything not to feel the way he felt about the woman standing before him, all four feet and eleven inches of her, looking strangely intimidating (given that he towered over her). He almost smiled at the thought.

Though just moments ago Amara had mentioned leaving, the witch was still fixed in the same spot; in Julian’s mind this signaled that there was hope, even if it was the tiniest bit, to turn this all around. There was a stretch of silence before Julian let his eyes loom over to where his papers laid about on the floor now. All disheveled and more unorganized than they had been initially though, oddly enough, he wasn’t angry with the witch. Julian found himself relieved by this.  It wasn’t as though seeing her upset made him disturbingly happy, no, it was more how he was still able to get to her. To Julian this meant there was a part of her that still cared enough about the things he said. After all, this was a woman that was accustomed to being talked about in the press- lies, scandals-and she could obviously deal without any sort of rage, yet Julian's comment practically transformed her...

Julian walked right up to her, one arm crossed across his chest while the other was balled into a fist and covering his mouth as he looked down to her. His eyes searched her face for something he could say to undo what he’d started. When the tattoo wizard finally spoke; he tried to calm the situation thinking perhaps attempting some light humor would bring the conversation back to being civil. Holding up the portrait in his hands that she’d thrown at him a few seconds before, he said, “I only keep these photos for tips, you know? References for how I should get my models to pose for other photoshoots,” Julian cleared his throat after speaking, a small smile threatened the corner of his lips as he let the photo fall to the floor with the rest of them. He sighed deeply, as he tried to think of what to really say now, “Amara…” The ex Slytherin rubbed his hand over his face once to focus himself before walking over to take a seat on the chair he was in previously.

Now was eye level with the witch as he spoke calmly as he pointed towards the entrance, “Look, if you really want to walk out that door for another seven-eight years,” He purposely strained the years for effect, “be my guest-you know I won’t force you to stay…” He flicked his tongue on his bottom lip where his cut was absentmindedly, furrowing his eyebrows before he spoke, a much gentler tone in his deep voice than moments ago, “But honestly what did you expect me to say? Tell me how much of this you expect me to understand right now…” He looked to the floor, rubbing his chin as he thought out loud, “The girl I’ve loved since a child- who disappeared out of thin air- just told me she had a baby with my old mate…come on, Amara, don’t you get it…?”

Julian tightened his jaw defensively as he thought about it again but continued to look to Amara; silently praying that she’d grasp how difficult it was for him to understand the situation. Julian continued to explain himself, “No amount of women or time gone by can change how I see you…call me an asshole…call me selfish…call me possessive- I don’t care. You’ll always be my girl. And maybe...i don't know...five years from now, perhaps you’re married with another kid...I’ll still feel this way.” He looked away, pointing to the mess of papers on his floor, “And that little episode you just had…as mental as it was… all I could think about was how much I fucked up. I haven’t seen you in years and I’m acting like a giant twat…it’s not fair to you, it’s not fair to me…” He trailed off, shrugging, not knowing whether his honesty was a good or bad thing.

[[OOC: not great. i will get better.]]

All of the lights in the room returned to their natural brightness. The darkness subsided. Amara's features softened and she returned to her normal looking, beautiful state, although her freckled cheeks were lightly flushed. It really took a lot to make Amara angry... The only time she became extra protective was when her son was involved. Otherwise, it took a lot to get under Amara's skin. She was used to being gossiped about constantly. (Rarely, though, did she get a bad review.) She was lucky to only be a halfing when it came to her Veela powers. On an ordinary basis, there is something quite off about the witch that anyone she encountered closely could detect. When she is angry, however, her bird-like features manifest. She never has completely transformed into a bird's head, or had found the ability to breathe fire, like a full Veela would. Being a halfing makes her look quite alien, and it is more apparent when she is feeling strong emotions. Julian, as a whole, makes Amara very emotional so he always seems to get a full dosage of her powers. It's been this way for as long as they've known each other.

The silence stretched, and Amara could begin to hear the ringing in her ears. Her breathing evened out after her short burst of aggression, and she looked up at Julian who was licking the wound she had caused him from her own photograph. A twinge of guilt coursed through her as she saw the blood, and yet she crossed her arms. Although she had just threatened to leave, she stood there and looked at him. This had been the first time they had been in the same room in over seven years. Although she had just felt anger towards him, she did not want to go. The witch knelt down on the floor and picked up some of the photographs. She placed them all on his desk next to her, except for one she looked down at. It was a photograph of the last time the two had spent time alone together. It was the summer before their sixth year. The summer before she had gotten pregnant. They had their problems and issues, but that summer was their last. Julian had just begun smoking cigarettes. The two had spent time at Amara's flat while her father wasn't there, all alone in the summer heat. She got lost in the memory for that stretch of silence. All of her anger subsided completely.

Julian had reached down and retrieved the photograph of her she had just thrown at him, walking right up to her. Amara craned her head and looked upwards at him. His statement about the sexy photo of her made her crack a grin. There was a part of Amara that was secretly squealing inside that the heavily tattooed wizard had even kept the image of her, torn from a magazine. She was still on his mind, even if it had been years since they saw one another. Julian seemed to be playing nice now, despite both of their childish actions. She watched as the photo of her fell to the floor along with the rest of his scattered sketches and photographs. Her eyes caught glimpse of a few unfamiliar faces, but she did not dwell on them for more than a second.

He was now sitting down, but was now closing the gap between them again. They were eye level... it was a different. She could feel his breath on her lips as he spoke and his presence seemed so much stronger now. Her light blue eyes looked at his eyes, down to his lips as he had explained himself and his emotions. He was completely right, and she knew it, although she stayed silent still. Just looking at him. She let the silence fill the air for a few more moments before her soft, song-like voice broke it once more. "I'm sorry, Julian," she began, shaking her head slowly. "I just get protective about him..." She absentmindedly reached for her locket. She closed it, and put it underneath her dress so it was resting against her heart. "...and I probably should have went about telling you everything a little different." Amara stepped a little closer to him and rested her arms on his shoulders. Almost in an embrace.

"I want to be completely honest with you," she continued. Her voice was still calm, and she could feel the heat of his body. She was probably invading his space a little too much right now, but Amara had always been incredibly forward and physically clingy. "I lost you once before from being afraid and running away." Her left hand slid across his shoulder, closer to his neck. She lightly traced one of his neck tattoos with her ring finger.

Amara crossed her arms and Julian fought back a laugh. It was sickening how endearing he found the action since minutes ago he’d been a self-proclaimed prick and she’d been a step away from biting his head off. But after seeing a grin light up her face from his attempted humorous remark, Julian knew they were on the right track again. He also knew that had to say something to get her to understand what she meant, what she would always mean to him, and he took a seat to better explain himself, pulling the backs of her thighs so she could step closer to him. It was her turn to speak and his mind wandered at her mercy as the silence stretched. Was it that she was beautiful beyond comprehension? Was it the magic dancing behind her blue eyes as she looked at him right now? Of course it was more than that. He knew that there was much, much more to her than the surface of her untouchable beauty, beauty that she hid behind. The pieces she kept hidden from the rest of the world, swirling with creative genius just under her smooth skin, pumping through those beautiful veins. So close to the edge of showing itself that even something as trivial as the way she dressed was an art form.

The tattoo wizard watched as she shook her head and apologized. The corner of his lip curving ever so slightly as she spoke his name.  He liked hearing his name slip from her tongue so easily; as if someone had pronounced it correctly for the first time in years. Julian nodded as she explained and adjusted the locket back in its place, “I get it, mother looking out for her child, it’s understandable.” He took a breath before he continued on, “And, I swear on everything that I have no qualms about your kid and I apologize for making it seem so… it’s just the situation…” Julian took his bottom lip with his teeth trying to find the right words, before he persisted, “It was just unexpected, honestly. But it was bound to come out somehow and should have kept my cool… but…” He shrugged comically; the half-smile on his face indicating that preventing jealousy when it came to her was almost like asking for a miracle to happen.

Of course he valued her truth telling, no matter the reaction he gave. And if he was honest, Julian was particularly curious as to know how the two had ended up being more than friendly. But did he really want to know the gory details and the extent of the pair’s relationship? Julian had done an exceptional job avoiding the topic in question for years and would soon first set himself on fire before he started down that tension infused conversation right now. But these thoughts slipped away from his mind as soon as she placed her arms on him.  He looked to her lips automatically. Hmm. What the hell was he mad about in the first place? They’d been apart. She had a baby with someone else. There was no changing, no going back, no fixing this. He’d have to accept it or move the hell on. But he knew giving up on her wasn’t something he could do easily, especially now that she was back in London.

His extreme attraction to all aspects of the witch was about as subtle as an earthquake to start, (him and the rest of the men all over the world) but the fact that she was touching his neck didn’t make it any better. The wizard let a deep breath out through his nostrils as he closed his eyes for a moment. A fire so blazing stirring up in him that he wasn’t sure he’d be able to control its wild like tendencies. Actually, he knew he couldn’t for long; women were his mortal weaknesses, especially the radiant dark auburn haired woman in front of him. She was the ultimate magnet to his desires. And while his inappropriate thoughts wavered madly, his hands were slowly traveling from the back of her thighs up to the sides of her waist. The feeling of her curves under his touch becoming more of a distraction to the conversation than anything, he just wanted to explore her familiarity, grab a handful of something if he could.  But because of the tremendous amount of respect he had for her, not to mention the amount of time spent apart, Julian diligently held back putting his less than classy thoughts into action. …Not unless there was a green light for such things, he thought rebelliously toward the temptress, than all bets were off.

He was close enough to count the freckles splattered on her cheeks, even smell whatever heavenly fragrance seeping from her. There was a hint of playfulness, as always, as he lightly brushed his lips against her own, as if testing to see how far he could go with her. A smile threatened him when she spoke; the thought of him being lost to her was quite laughable since it was very much the opposite. Julian could have told her this but he didn’t have a whole lot to say at this point. All this time with their breaths on each other’s lips, touching, talking, and she hadn’t pulled back; it was now or never. Julian hovered his lips over hers for a few long tantalizing seconds before he softly, almost delicately, surrounded her luscious bottom lip with both of his.