Charming is a Victorian Era Harry Potter roleplay set primarily in the village of Hogsmeade, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and the non-canon village of Irvingly. Characters of all classes, both magical and muggle — and even non-human! — are welcome.
With a member driven story line, monthly games and events, and a friendly and drama-free community focused on quality over quantity, the only thing you can be sure of is fun!
"Are you always this forward?" He asked teasingly since it would be a very short thread if he just ignored her entirely. — Tobin Cartwright in Take A Peek
Did you know? Churchgoers and worshippers had to endure a foul stench during prayers due to the amount of bodies often stored within the vaults of churches and chapels.
take this pink ribbon off my eyes. im exposed and its no big surprise. don't you think i know exactly where i stand? this world is forcing me to hold your hand. cause im just a girl, little ol' me. dont let me out of your sight. im just a girl all pretty and petite. so dont let me have any rights. oh ive had it up to here. the moment that i step outside, so many reasons for me to run and hide. i cant to the little things i hold so dear. cause its all those little things that i fear.←
Aoife Ward smiled to herself, barely able to contain her happiness. Today was the day. Today was the day that she'd give her heart completely to the man she loved. It seemed so surreal that she should be giving it to Regan Pendergast, but when she thought about it she supposed it always made sense for them to be together. That they fell in love was only a miracle on top of it. It was the perfect thing, everyone would be happy. Herself and her parents would be ecstatic. Her because she would get to spend the rest of her life with her best friend and lover; her parents because the match was a good one between their daughter and the son of a respectable, upper class pureblood family. It was a win-win situation, and she was very pleased to have fallen in love with someone that her parents would undoubtedly approve of.
She straightened out imaginary creases in her dress, looking herself over in the mirror and deciding whether she truly wanted to wear this dress or not. She had a lot to make up for, she figured, after leaving him waiting for so long and she wanted to look absolutely perfect. The dress she wore was stunning, with its vibrant colors, and it definitely flattered her figure, but she still wasn't sure about it. Perhaps she'd try her simple gown of deep purple. But noà it was too simple. The one she wore at present had a nice pattern to it, lovely hues and great structure. It was perfect, and perhaps the problem didn't lie with the dress, but with herself. What if he rejected her? It didn't seem completely out of the question for Regan's personality. He was sure to have taken her confusion as rejection after all, and while it was not what she intended, she couldn't really blame him on that respect.
Perhaps even he'd offer her a snarky sort of rejection. That would hurt even worse. Or maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't reject her at all. Maybe he'd be thrilled that she decided and forgive her earlier transgression. She thought this probability very unlikely, and she knew she should expect the worse, but she had to let herself hold out hope that perhaps he wouldn't reject her. If she didn't, she wouldn't want to go, and Aoife Ward was not one to run away from a problem. Except for when you did her mind thought scathingly, referring to the night Regan proposed to her. She had run from her fear of not knowing what to say, and it was something she greatly regretted.
Aoife felt terrible about how things went the night Regan proposed. Had he not stopped her to talk for at least a little, she would have fled then and there. Immediately after the proposal. She was a terrible person, she was sure, for the way she'd treated Regan. He didn't deserve it. He was her most cherished person in the world, and she had treated him like dirt out of mere confusion. She had acted foolishly and like a coward, something most unbecoming of a Gryffindor alumnus like herself. She frowned at the memory. That day was a train wreck in every sense of the word, mostly on her behalf too.
Taking one last look at herself in the mirror, she twisted her hair into a knot at the base of her neck, keeping it nice and low, somewhat loose and quite lovely looking. A few errant hairs framed her face and she smiled. She did look beautiful, and hopefully Regan would share the same sentiments. Taking in a deep breath and letting it out she looked to Dizzy. "I'm going now, Dizzy. I'll be back later. If anyone asks, I ran to the Ministry." She said it with finality and apparated away.
When she arrived she was standing in Regan's bedroom. There he sat upon the bed, looking almost trance-like and completely rugged. He looked a mess, and like he hadn't slept since she last saw him. She felt terrible. "Regan?" She asked tentatively, walking over to him. He didn't respond and she placed a hand on his shoulder, shaking him just slightly. "Regan." She said again in a more stern voice. She could only blame herself for this situation, and his disheveled appearance.
He still wasn't looking at her and so she waved her hands in his field of vision, shook him once more and practically yelled his name. He turned to look at her and she sighed with relief, glad to see she wouldn't have to take him to the hospital. She had no idea how she'd explain such a situation anyways. "Regan, I have my answer." She said it softly and waited for a response.
When, after a few minutes, no response came, she took a deep breath. "I was confused, and idiotic for leaving so quickly. But these past almost two weeks without you I realized that I love you too. Irrevocably, intensely and with all of my being. I love you, and I want to become your wife if you'll still have me." She exhaled a breath she didn't know she'd been holding and looked to him, awaiting a reaction. Any reaction would make her happy at this point. She couldn't stand the blank expression on his face at that moment.
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ee-fa. former gryffindor. irish accent
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IF HE GIVES ME A HARD TIMEI CAN'T BLAME THE FELLA Regan sat on the edge of his bed, knees folded over the side, feet flat on the floor. Some part of him wanted to be slumped over, elbows resting on his knees and his cupped hands cradling his head, but that just seemed like so much effort, more effort than Regan was willing to give to anything. He hadn't bothered owling out sick from practices, but Gabe and Shay had come to visit him on and off for the past two weeks, and he was certain that one of them had let the team know that Regan was pretty sick, too sick to even get out of bed. Although he didn't have a cough, a fever or a runny nose, Regan was sick. He was sick with a sort of self loathing, piled on top of hatred for all women alike. Two weeks earlier, Regan had spontaneously asked Aoife to marry him. He had been planning it for a week or so, and had grabbed Gabe to help him pick out the perfect ring for her, and then had asked her that very same night. He had been nervous, because he had never asked anyone to marry him before and he felt as though he was going to fail in a major way.Fail he had. Aoife had said no to him, which was extremely disappointing, and he honestly couldn't say he was expecting it. She had actually said she didn't know, which is, in all honesty, much better than a no, but the lack of anything in the last two weeks had signaled to Regan that she had come to the conclusion of æno' and just didn't know how to tell him. He had decided this after a week of wait time. He understood that he had slung a marriage proposal onto Aoife, and that she wasn't sure how to react. They had never courted, though perhaps if they had been courting it wouldn't have been such a surprise. Maybe they should've courted for a week, maybe two, before he threw that on her.Of course, he didn't know he was going to propose at the beginning of November. He had absolutely no intentions of proposing and subsequently marrying Aoife back then. Although only a month ago, the beginning of November seemed so far away. Although twenty, Regan still felt so young. He had years to live. Why would he allow himself to get tied down to one woman at such a young age? He didn't need the wife. He didn't need the family. So what if many people his age were getting married? His best mates weren't even close to being married, so why should he care? That had been Regan's feelings on the subject until his twin sister went off the deep end. He didn't know what to do with her and had just nearly written her off completely. He didn't want to have to deal with her insanity, but he was certain that if she didn't snap out of her psychosis soon, her husband would divorce her and she would be back into their care. After being divorced, it would be hard, if not completely impossible, to marry her off again and she would become a burden on the family. Regan couldn't deal with that.Linaeve's crazy antics also forced Regan to realize that it was up to him to continue the Pendergast line. As the oldest child and the first born son, the Pendergast fortune was to be passed down to him. It was his job to keep the family name intact and the fortune perpetuating. He didn't have to worry about the fortune, as he made quite an extensive salary playing quidditch for one of the best teams in the league. What he did have to worry about was having kids. Lina had gone off the deep end, and he doubted she would ever have children again. He could have children, and he wouldn't be the one to go insane.And so, Regan had taken a leap of faith and proposed to the only person it would make sense to propose to- his best friend, Aoife. They had been best friends for as long as either of them could remember, and they had shared their bodies with each other at a young age and continued to do so. No one was any bit the wiser about it, as it was always in the utmost secrecy and no one even bothered to question them. To society, they were more or less perfect upper class people. Aoife and Regan played their games, but had their own fun in private. Private was private, and no one had to know what went on in their personal lives, and no one did know what went on.He was so wrapped up in his thoughts that Regan hadn't even heard Aoife apparate into his room. He was nearly catatonic, sitting straight and looking forward. He hadn't shaved in weeks, and had only left his room to shower or go to the bathroom. Unfortunately, he hadn't been eating and had lost a good fifteen pounds, making his already lean frame look almost emaciated. His beard had grown unruly, as had his curly mop top of hair. He knew he looked like a train wreck, but he didn't care. He didn't care how Aoife saw him, though he didn't even know she was in his room until she took him by the shoulders and shook him with a surprising amount of strength. Had he really become that frail? With big, sad eyes, Regan turned to look at Aoife.He listened to what she said, just barely hearing it. He didn't want to give her any satisfaction of having his attention in order to finally turn him down. He knew she had already made that decision, so why would she bother coming over to his home looking all spiffed up. She must've had a date. Hadn't she been boasting to him just a month ago about how many men wanted to date her, were begging her father to allow them to court her? But wait, what was that? He blinked and stared at her, trying to process what she had said. Sheà she was saying yes? A very small part of Regan was jumping for joy, demanding that he fly off of his bed and pick her up and swing her around. Unfortunately, that part of him was far overwhelmed by the part of him that was skeptical, that didn't want to give in to the happiness. She had made him happy before, and then she had pulled the rug from beneath his feet with three words- I. Don't. Know."Really," he started, "Are you sure you just won't go and change your mind again, tell me æOh wait, I don't know.' Get up to the alter and tell me æI'm not sure about this.' Because right now I doubt your ability to be sure about anything." And with that, he turned back to staring straight ahead of him, trying to figure out what exactly had just happened. She had said yes, the very answer he was waiting for, and he had turned it down. He had been nasty to her. If she had been expecting anything else, she was clearly sorely mistaken. He wasn't about to just give himself up like that, allow himself to be happy with her when she had cut him and hurt him deeper than he had ever hurt before. "I can't," Regan said, standing up for the first time that day. At least he had an answer now. Whether he chose to accept it or not was his deal, but he feltà better. He was no longer in limbo. Regan maneuvered around his room, heading towards the bathroom to shape up and get himself ready for life. I'M THE ONE WHO'S STEALING CINDERELLABASED OFF THE TEMPLATE BY TILLIE AT CAUTION
take this pink ribbon off my eyes. im exposed and its no big surprise. don't you think i know exactly where i stand? this world is forcing me to hold your hand. cause im just a girl, little ol' me. dont let me out of your sight. im just a girl all pretty and petite. so dont let me have any rights. oh ive had it up to here. the moment that i step outside, so many reasons for me to run and hide. i cant to the little things i hold so dear. cause its all those little things that i fear.←
She wasn't shocked in the least by his reaction, but her preparation for such didn't make it hurt any less. She knew she had taken too long to reach her decision, but she was sure of it now, and that was all that mattered. That had to be all that mattered. She didn't think she could stand losing Regan. When he uttered æI can't' and stood to walk towards the bathroom, she gaped, mouth closing and opening, grasping for the words to say. She didn't know how to respond. Her first instinct was to get angry right back at him, but she knew she had no right to feel anger. She had kept him waiting, put him in the state he was in now. He looked dreadful, and it was all her fault.
Her heart sank. She never wanted to hurt Regan the way she had. She loved him with all of her being, and to think she had hurt himà well it put a knife through her heart. "That's not fair, Regan." The words came without her thinking. He had every right to be unfair, she thought, but her words were coming out differently. "You know I never do anything I don't mean, and though it took me a long while to reach my decision, I have reached it." Her words were stern, trying to keep from going frantic. She tried to keep the tone of hurt from them, but to no avail. She was hurting too, and she couldn't hide it in that moment.
She deserved it though. She knew she deserved to hurt like he had. To be turned down like he must have thought he was. But that didn't keep it from angering her. Just because she'd made one mistake didn't change who she was. Who he knew that she was. It didn't change the fact that when she committed to something, she committed one hundred percent, and he knew that. So how could he doubt her now? She'd never lied to him. She never said things she didn't mean and he knew this, yet here he was, rebuffing her and her words. She was a flurry of emotions: hurt, angry, sad and so much more. She wanted nothing more than to throw something at him and tell him to snap out of it. This wasn't the Regan she knew. But it was the Regan she had created, and she knew that all too well.
"I would never lie to you. And I don't expect you to forgive me right off the bat, but dammit Regan, I do love you. Don't you dare take my words and throw them back at me. I love you and I know I do. I won't go back on that and I won't quit loving you just because you make snide remarks. I want you and nothing else, and I know you want me too." She did. She could tell he did. She knew him better than he knew himself sometimes, and he knew her better than she knew herself as well. She could tell that he still wanted her, even though she had hurt him. And she was hoping to appeal to that part of him that acknowledged that fact.
She wasn't going to give up without a fight. She knew she didn't deserve forgiveness, but she wanted the chance to at least try and earn it. She loved the man before her with all that she had, and she wanted him to know it. What he chose to do with that knowledgeà well she'd deal with it when the time came. But for now she wanted nothing more than to show him how much he meant to her. How very much she loved him. "You know my words are true. Don't try to deny them with your snide little comments. You know I love you. I'm willing to do anything to prove it to you. Just give me the chance, Regan." Her tone was pleading with her last words, not as angry as before. She had no right to sound angry, but dammit he was making things difficult just like she knew he would.
Oh how she wished she would have been wrong in predicting his reaction. She'd give anything for him to have surprised him with his reaction, but she knew it would be ridiculous to think that he could be anything but bitter. She left him hanging for two weeks, uncertain as to whether she'd say yes or no. She'd be angry too if the roles were reversed, but she would listen, and Regan didn't seem to want to even listen. She gave a huff and threw her arms up in the air as he went about his business, seemingly ignoring her.
"Listen to me at least!" She said it loudly, but not quite yelling. She didn't want others to know she was here, as it would be highly inappropriate to be found in his room at such a time. And she wasn't one for causing great scandal, no matter what others thought. "I know I don't deserve ità but please Regan. I do love you. And I'll never go back on my word in that regard." She said it with conviction, hoping that maybe just maybe it would translate and he'd know that her words were honest.
"Look," She started with a sigh. "I know I hurt you, and I don't expect you to forgive me immediately, but please don't cast me aside. I truly love you, and if that isn't enough, then I guess I can understand that." Her voice sounded soft, almost sad, but she was trying to keep that out of her tone as good as possible. "Regan, I love you. I can't say it enough. But it's the truth. And if you'll have me, I would love to be your wife. If not, I guess I'll just leave." She said it dejectedly. She didn't like the way she sounded so sad, she had no right to sound so sad, but she couldn't help it. Giving a sigh she turned her back and fully prepared for him to tell her to get out of his life.
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ee-fa. former gryffindor. irish accent
AMAZING SET BY LADYBUG <3
IF HE GIVES ME A HARD TIMEI CAN'T BLAME THE FELLA Regan walked around his room, collecting supplies he would need for his shower and shave, simultaneously picking up articles of clothing that had been scattered around his floor from two weeks previously. He hadn't bothered to do anything at all during the time he had been wondering what was so wrong with him that even Aoife, his best friend, couldn't love him. Pants, shirts, underwear of all sorts were scattered about the floor. He didn't even care that Aoife was looking at his dirty underthings, or that she saw his room in complete disarray. He couldn't be sure of what time it was, even, as his heavy drapes were closed and hadn't been opened since after she had left his home two weeks ago. Aoife hadn't even stuck around for the dinner he had asked the kitchen staff to make for them, her favourite! He had put so much into the night, preparing it without actually having a single clue as to what he was doing, that it only doubled the hurt that she had left and hadn't bothered to even reach out to him in the time that had since elapsed.She forced upon him the fact that she had made a decision. He wanted to applaud her, let her know that it was well done she could make one stupid decision. Instead, he went with, "You reached it, wonderful," said almost mockingly when she paused. "Just because you finally made a decision and it turned out to be a yes doesn't mean that, after two weeks of leaving me hanging, I have to accept it." Regan waved his hands in the air as though it would amplify the fact that he wasn't just going to jump for joy that she had accepted his proposal. With the way he was feeling at that moment, he was ready to ask for the ring back, the beautiful, unique black diamond ring that adorned her left hand. Yes, he was aware that she was wearing the engagement ring, but that didn't make him any happier. In fact, it made him all the more grim about the situation. He couldn't bear to look at her, knowing that the ring he had bought was gracing one of her fingers.So instead, Regan snapped back to what he was doing, shoving all of his dirty clothes into a corner so that a house elf could pick them up later. He hated that the poor creatures did so much work, but that wasn't exactly on the top of his "to worry about" list at that very moment. With all of his clothes picked up, he turned to making his bed. He had already gathered his shower and shaving stuff and placed it on top of his dresser nearest the door, and while he was being rude and very much acting like an ass towards Aoife, he hadn't been raised to be a pig. Aoife was still talking, so he busied himself around his room while he feigned listening to her. She was saying something about loving him and being honest and never lying and never doing something she doesn't mean to do and blah, blah, blah. He felt as though he had heard it all before, though in fact he hadn't. It was just overly generic and Regan wanted to gag. Actually, what he really wanted was Aoife to have said no and left him be. At least then he would've been able to get back to life as normal, or almost normal. As normal as it could've been, with his former best friend missing from it.Regan had an awful hard time biting his tongue when she demanded he listen to her. Had she become so dim as to think that just because he wasn't standing at attention, staring her in the eyes, he wasn't listening? He took pause for a moment and lifted his eyes from his half made bed. Of course he didn't have to make his own bed, the house elves could do it, but there was nothing else for him to do in his room that he wouldn't want the house elves doing, so he was making his bed. After holding her gaze for a second, Regan returned to making his bed. First he pulled the flat sheet tight and tucked in the sides and folded the corners hospital style.Aoife droned on again about truly loving him and that she just wanted the chance to show him and how she would love to be his wife if he would have her. He nearly barked a laugh at her, telling her that he was certain she had no idea what love was. When she was done, he saw her turn her back to him. He stood up straight from his bed and rolled his shoulders back. "Love? You think you know what love is? Love is doing everything in your power to ensure that the person you care most about in the entire world is happy beyond all possible happinesses. That person becomes your number one priority in life and nothing, I mean nothing can change that. Love is willing to sacrifice everything you have for that person, to be willing to do everything you can for that other person to be happy. Love is having the best of you pulled out by the other person, to desire to be that better person even when your other half, so to speak, isn't around." He paused for a brief moment before following it up with, "I don't think you really know what love is."With that, Regan gave Aoife no time to respond to him before he turned on his heel and stormed out of his bedroom, picking up his shower things on the way. The shower was halfway down the hall and on the right hand side. No one was actually home, so no one would be concerned as to why there was massive amounts of stomping going on. Once in the bathroom, he turned the shower on scalding and slammed the door shut behind him before stripping out of his two week old clothes. "Love," he muttered, laughing at the fact Aoife thought she knew what love was. Perhaps he had been wrong to propose to her. Looking back on their lives together, her response (or lack thereof), she seemed so immature compared to how far he had come over the past month since his sister had gone off the deep end. I'M THE ONE WHO'S STEALING CINDERELLABASED OFF THE TEMPLATE BY TILLIE AT CAUTION
take this pink ribbon off my eyes. im exposed and its no big surprise. don't you think i know exactly where i stand? this world is forcing me to hold your hand. cause im just a girl, little ol' me. dont let me out of your sight. im just a girl all pretty and petite. so dont let me have any rights. oh ive had it up to here. the moment that i step outside, so many reasons for me to run and hide. i cant to the little things i hold so dear. cause its all those little things that i fear.←
Aoife sat there, taking in his words and feeling a flurry of different emotions: hurt, sadness, anger û oh boy did she feel anger û all these simultaneous, contradicting emotions flowing up inside of her as she practically gaped at him, watching him flee to the bathroom. She heard a door down the way slam shut, undoubtedly him, and she was snapped from her daze. Adorning a scowl she stomped after him, fuming all the way down the hallway. She was lucky there was no one around, or she surely would have been found out. Aoife wasn't good at subtlety during a good day, so feeling as she did there was absolutely no chance for it.
Throwing the door open she pulled back the shower curtain and shot daggers his way, figuratively of course. Grabbing her wand from where it was safely tucked in her breast she said the word "Tarantallegra" causing his feet to pick up in a flurry of dancing motion. She gave him a threatening wave of her wand and said, "Don't you dare throw accusations my way, Regan Pendergast. I told you I knew what I did was wrong. I don't expect you to forgive me easily, but if you loved me û if you truly did, you wouldn't be acting like a petulant child right now."
She still couldn't believe he had dared to say she didn't know what love was. If she didn't, then there was no way she'd be paining so much over his words. "I have never done anything to hurt you before, and you're willing to throw away a lifetime of us just because I make one mistake?" Her words were coming out harsh. "One mistake!" She reiterated with a shout. She continued to watch him dance, trying her hardest not to laugh but the image of him in the shower dancing in the nude was pretty hilarious. But no, she wouldn't let the chuckle pass her lips. She was far too angry for that.
"Don't you dare say I don't know what love is. I do, and I feel it for you, little arse that you are. You can take that or leave it, but if you really ever loved me then you'd know not to throw us away. I'm not saying you have to forgive me right now, but eventually you will and if you throw everything away, I will not be there to come crawling back to you." She said it with a humph, crossing her arms over her chest. She really wanted to curse his ass off at the moment, perhaps a stinging jinx, anything to make him squeal like a girl.
She knew that she had hurt him, and that at the end of the day the situation was all because of her, but she still thought he was handling it very badly. After all, what had he expected? Her to just know that she loved him after years of them saying it was nothing but two friends and sex? It was a confusing situation for her and she needed time to think it over, lest she end up hurting Regan worse than he was hurting right now.
"It was a confusing situation Regan. We spent years saying it was nothing but two friends having sex, and then you spring love on me. I didn't know how I felt, but I know now. So please, rethink what you're doing before you end up throwing away something that could be great." She said it significantly less angrily, and perhaps even with a hint of pleading to it. She hated that she was feeling the ways she was. All these emotions made her feel insanely girly, something she wasn't used to feeling, but she figured because this was a serious situation she could let it slide.
Giving a sigh she looked at him, contemplating ending the jinx she had on him and ended up raising her wand to do just that. She released him from the little dancing jinx so that he could stand still now and looked at him with eyes that clearly showed how she was feeling: distressed. She didn't want to lose her best friend û the love of her life û just because she'd been stupid enough to make a mistake. Standing there with her hands on her hips, she awaited any sort of response from him.
IF HE GIVES ME A HARD TIMEI CAN'T BLAME THE FELLA Although he was standing in the bathroom, waiting for the water in his shower to warm, Regan couldn't help but feel that he wasn't alone. Sure enough, Aoife came busting through the unlocked bathroom door sooner as opposed to later. He looked at her and sighed, half angry, half disappointed. Although he knew he had pissed her off, and that had been his goal, he felt bad for it. Aoife was his best friend. If he didn't have her, he didn't have anyone. Sure, he had his bros, but they weren't like Aoife. Even though she was a bro, too, it was different. All of their mutual friends knew what neither Regan nor Aoife had been able to recognize until recently.Regan stripped out of his shirt, peeling it over his head. He had waited a moment before doing anything else, just standing there without his shirt on. It was on the floor, crumpled up into a ball. He felt like his shirt at the moment. Part of him knew that Aoife was everything he wanted, had always been everything he had wanted, but he wasn't sure that he could forgive her just yet. A heavy, sinking feeling took over him, and Regan let out an inaudible sigh, listening to Aoife but staring at his shirt. He didn't feel like he could win. Could he honestly push aside his pride and just accept her apology? She had hurt him, cut him deeper than he thought he could ever be cut. The real question, though Regan hardly wanted to acknowledge it, was whether he wanted to accept her apology or not.His eyes snapped off the floor, locking on hers when she called him a petulant child. His eyes burned and smoldered, but he couldn't say anything. He wasn't given any time to. He hadn't seen her point her wand, so he had no idea when it happened, all he knew is that his body was moving and it was completely out of his control. She has used tarantallega on him! How dare she! If he was angry before, he was beyond pissed off now. He stared at her, tried to bore holes into her with his eyes. He was seething, angrier than he could ever remember being with her, and just stood there, dancing like a fool, while she monologued.Had he expected her to say yes right away? A part of him honestly had. They were so good together, did anything else matter? He wasn't sure if he believed in true love, even after realizing his feelings for Aoife, and was instead dead set on being with her because she had been the only person in his entire life who actually knew him. Despite how close he was with his mother, and despite how close he and Lina had once been, it was Aoife who truly knew him and Aoife with whom he could be himself (and Gabe, but he certainly didn't have romantic feelings for Gabe, despite what might have happened in the past). It was always Aoife who he knew he could go to. He went to her for everythingà except for recently when he had figured out his feelings for her. That was a different situation entirely, though.When Aoife had the heard to stop Regan's legs from doing a ridiculous dance, he let his legs come to a rest and crumple beneath the rest of his body. He sank to the floor rather messily, curling up into himself as he did so. He let a silence linger between them, as he tried to gather up his thoughts. What was he going to say to her? What could he say to her? He wasn't sure that anything he could say at that moment could suffice to sum up everything he had felt and thought over the past two weeks. Instead, he sighed and looked up at Aoife, feeling far too vulnerable than was comfortable. "I just want to shower, Aoife," Regan finally said, gathering up enough desire to pull himself off the floor and open the shower curtain. "I accept your yes, but you can't expect me to just fall back to being all æhappy happy, joy joy' about it. I need time to digest and process the hurt you've caused me." And with that, he stepped into his shower and pulled the curtain closed behind him. I'M THE ONE WHO'S STEALING CINDERELLABASED OFF THE TEMPLATE BY TILLIE AT CAUTION
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