[SB] Getting Caught in the Rain

[Elsa Bellefonte]

Elsa peered skyward, her eyes narrowing as if she could disperse the gathering clouds with a stern gaze. While she may be quite authoritative, even without her past position of headmistress, Elsa didn't quite have the ability to affect the weather. The clouds kept looming in regardless, blocking out some of the sunlight and casting the upper decks of the S.S. Anne in shade. Elsa let out a little "tsk" of frustration and turned back to lean against the railing.

She reached over to a nearby table, pulling her phone close to her and checking the time. "He's late," she mumbled, the narrowed eyes returning. She wasn't entirely certain she liked being the curl standing there, waiting for a guy to show up. It certainly didn't help that her relationship with said boy hadn't really been finalized into anything beyond "we have sex sometimes."

Felix Nicholas .

Elsa set her phone back down, ignoring a skyward rumble to turn back to the relatively calm seas. At least the weather held warm enough that she didn't shiver. Her nary monokini and breezy wrap combo didn't exactly speak to warmth. It was Spring Break, after all. Though the outfit combined with Elsa's incredibly curled hair had gotten her mistaken for her sister quite a lot already that day. She'd literally had to get creative and flick off a few people while showing her barren ring finger a time or two.

Something tapped the top of Elsa's curled hair, and she turned her head upward. "he'd better beat the rain," she mumbled, eyes narrowing again. Why yes, she did expect her.... whatever Felix counted as to somehow beat the weather. "He does have a knack for showing up at just the right time," Elsa whispered to the wind, as if she could somehow summon Felix through sheer irony.

[Felix Nicholas]

Felix was well and truly into the spirit of spring break, although he was beginning to find the near enough constant boat party a touch overwhelming. Perhaps it was a sign of his age or his level of maturity, but the idea of being out until the early hours every night a touch unappealing. Not that he didn't enjoy himself, but a little down time in the ship's main lounge speaking to his siblings on his laptop was time spent in respite from the chaos of the partying.
Such a break was it that Felix found himself letting time slip away from him, and after a glance at the time log on his computer, he realised he was going to be late; For something very important.

It had been over a month since his return to Bellefonte, and although he had settled back in faster then he thought he would, there was still one aspect of his life that... Well, he simply didn't know what to call it. He may have laid out to Elsa Bellefonte that first time that he knew exactly where he stood, but that didn't make it any easier to define. She had specifically not wanted a definition... And now there was his unspoken bond between them that ran perhaps deeper then Felix knew, but yet lacked a a name; He knew deep down that this couldn't go on forever, sleeping together with no title. It wasn't fair on either of them... But at the same time, he'd accepted Elsa's view on the situation between them, and he couldn't go against it now... Not after he'd agreed to it.

Dropping off his laptop in his room and waiting for the elevator back up to the top deck,which of course decided to be irritatingly slow and stop off at every other floor, only served to increase the waiting time of a certain young woman.
As he stepped out onto the upper deck however, Felix was immediately struck with the sudden downward turn of the weather; Tropical climates had a habit of shifting suddenly between pleasant weather to an outright downpour, and the current state of the darkening sky certainly threatened that.
Most of the other students and staff alike seemed to have opted not to risk it, and the upper deck was overall quite vacant. For a moment the radio host felt a flurry of guilt settle in his stomach; Had she left? Gotten tired of waiting, saw the greying sky and sought shelter? His quick scan of the area however stopped as his gaze came upon the Bellefonte sat at a table; She'd waited... The sight elevated him, and he smiled warmly, about to approach her when he paused a moment, blinking at the few faint taps on the top his head. He glanced upwards, the swirls of cloud heavy and dark, threatening to unleash an onslaught of thundering rain at any given moment. This was going to take some quick action.

A few nearby tables carried umbrellas in the centre of them, folded down, large fabric things designed to block the rays of the sun rather then a downpour, but it was better then getting soaked; Felix pulled one free from it's hold, quickly making his way across the deck to where she sat... Elsa Bellefonte. With her hair falling about her shoulders in loose curls she could easily be mistaken by most for her twin sister, but to Felix now they couldn't be more differently defined; He almost couldn't see how he'd ever even made such a mistake.
"Just call me fashionably late!" He declared with a grin as he reached her table, quickly slotting the umbrella into the table's centre umbrella clasp; with hurried motions he unfolded it, it's canopy just about covering the pair of them; as if on cue a steady pattering of raindrops began to descend around them. Felix sat down with a small laugh, glancing around at the rainfall. "On second thought, that was more like perfect timing!" He raised a playful eyebrow at the Bellefonte. "Although now we're pretty much trapped here."

[Elsa Bellefonte]

The clouds rumbled, and Elsa felt the familiar thoughts coming into contact with her own. She turned her head to look to Felix, keeping her expression steeled as he approached her. Her brows raised slightly, and she fought back a twitching smile at his comment.

"Fashionably?" she repeated, looking him over and raising another brow. She couldn't quite stop the smile as he plucked an umbrella though, instead opting to turn away and let him get close. Soon the covering protected them both from the sky, the soft pattering beginning rain giving them some background noise, drowning out most noise outside.

"oh no, we're trapped outside, on a cruise ship bound for Mexico, with dozens of people from school..." Elsa paused for a moment, considering. "Which actually does seem like something like a nightmare, come to think of it..."

[Felix Nicholas]

At their close proximity, Felix could feel that familier tendril of connection between them both, a bond which felt as though it hadn't so much as faltered. Each time he felt her touch across his thoughts, it was a welcome comfort; As though he'd come home. As though it should have always been there.

As he sat down, clad in his usual cruise attire of a short sleeved t shirt and long cut off shorts, a roll of thunder broke overhead; Threatening that a far greater downpour was well within it's ability then the current flurry of rain. They may end up trapped under this umbrella for longer then expected, unless they planned on making a run for it and getting soaked.
Felix grinned at the Bellefonte's comment, chuckling a little as he put his arms on the table and raising an eyebrow. "It's almost like you're not enjoying yourself, Miss.Bellefonte!" He replied, before blinking at her and looking upwards a moment in thought. The rain was beginning to hit their canopy hard. "Although, granted, it does sound like a nightmare on the high seas. I've lost count of the amount of drunken students I've had to help stumble back to their rooms already, and it's only been a day."
his gaze then drifted back to her own; She looked... Stunning. From the gentle tangle of her curled hair, to the warm glow of her skin, to the curve of her... Felix felt a small tint of red seep into his cheeks, quickly darting his eyeline back up from where it had drifted. He prided himself on being a gentleman, and even though he'd seen Elsa wearing significantly less, that didn't give him the right to just stare at her figure. No matter how stunning it was.

"You are letting yourself relax though, aren't you?" He questioned with a chuckle. "I know it's only a few days, but I think we all needed the break."

[Elsa Bellefonte]

Was she enjoying herself? Elsa didn't actually have to pause to consider it for a change: she knew the answer immediately, and, more surprisingly, the answer was "yes." She could feel that thought traveling along the connection, no doubt to appear in Felix's mind as if he read it on her face: yes, she was enjoying herself. The "for a change" seemed almost implied.

"Well," she said, looking away as if to find some of those students, "it's a shame that I don't have to do anything about that any more." Elsa looked back, noticing that Felix's eyes seemed to have dipped down. She quirked a brow, a teasing smirk quirking at her lips. It was almost adorable, really, that he'd act shy now. It wasn't as if he hadn't seen what lay underneath the clothing, after all.

Then again, that did seem to be what was going through his mind about now.

"Such scandalous thoughts, Mr. Nicholas," Elsa drawled, tapping a finger to his chest, "I should be appalled. As for your question," she tapped a finger to his lips a few times before leaning up to gently kiss him, pressing her lips softly to his before pulling away. "Let's just say I'm feeling more relaxed then normal, hmm?" she pulled away, actually taking a step away. "Honestly, it's as if you conspired with Roxana or Franck to continue checking up on me. I'm even two days sober," she held up two fingers and smiled coyly as she took another step away, only to shiver slightly as she felt the warm rain hit her shoulder.

[Felix Nicholas]

Felix drew a smile across his lips as her reply came flooding into his mind's eye, the comfort it brought him stirring warmth in his chest. Their connection felt as though it had only strengthened from the first moment she'd reached out to him, and while perhaps to most having a telepath seep into your thoughts in such a manner would be an invasion of privacy, to Felix it would always be a welcome feeling. No matter what would occur between them, from that first initial moment Elsa had reached out and... for the lack of a better word, branded him.

He should have known she'd notice the slight dip of his eyeline, her comment on it bringing a small chuckle from his lips and a faint tint to his cheeks. He may have seen a lot more then what was on show now, but it didn't prevent him feeling as though he still needed to maintain his gentlemanly approach. He held his hands up with a playful grin. "Scandalous thoughts? I have no idea what you're talking about," He spoke jokingly. "Although if you don't mind me saying, you look stunning, Miss.Bellefonte." He then found himself blinking at her as she tapped her finger on his lips, assuming she had silenced him; She however came closer, pressing a kiss to his lips that perhaps sent his heart fluttering more then he thought such a simple action would. He returned the action for the duration their lips were softly pressed on each other, smiling warmly as she pulled away before qwirking an eyebrow at her next comment. "Do I look the type to secretly conspire?" He grinned playfully. "Although honestly I'm sure they're just as concerned as I am about you."
He then blinked at her, watching as she stepped back; the rain was beginning to hit her shoulder, and he hadn't brought a jacket with him to protect her from the warm touch of the rain. "You're going to be soaked in a moment, Miss.Bellefonte!" He grinned, reaching his hand out to pull her back in and away from the steadily increasing rainfall. 

[Elsa Bellefonte]

Elsa very nearly flushed as Felix called her "stunning," though she still didn't find it quite the compliment that she wagered other people did, and she knew she probably never would. Still, she knew precisely what Felix actually meant by it, that he desired her, and that's what she wanted to hear so very desperately. It may have perhaps put a little more feeling and depth into her kiss as well.

As for his conspiracy capability, well, Elsa simply arched a brow at that. "And how many people did you tell that you were here before you ran into me?" she asked, teasingly challenging. After all, she'd run into both Franck and Erika after the fact, so she knew quite well that Felix had run into a few people before her. Of course, she also knew full well that it probably had less to do with a secret conspiracy and more to do with Felix working up the nerve and correct. After all, Franck and Erika were likely lower difficulty targets than Elsa herself.

"Oh no, not getting soaked," Elsa drawled, smiling and taking another step into the rain, letting more drops land on her shoulder and hair. She turned her head to the sky, letting a few more drops connect and roll down before she shook her hair out and faced Felix, her brows raised. She gestured. "This is a swimsuit, you know. I did come prepared for spring break," and obviously had intended to flirt a little with it. Well, he did apparently appreciate her appearance, as his continued comments indicated (and yes, Elsa still fully believed his affections for her twin supported that theory too). And Elsa did enjoy teasing from time to time.

[Felix Nicholas]

Felix had run into a few of the others at the Academy before finding Elsa in the courtyard, although neither Franck nor Erika had expressed how much of a mess she had been in. Erika had expressed her concern, but beyond that hadn't really gone into what had occurred to Elsa after his leave of the school. Perhaps she hadn't wanted him to worry, to think that it was his fault, or that at the very least he had a hand in it? If that had been Erika's intention, it had only delayed the evitable; Felix did blame himself for Elsa's state. Thankfully she was getting better, and seeing the woman go from strength to strength over the past few weeks warmed his heart. He'd been there at every turn, any time she wanted him he'd dropped everything and come to her aid. It wasn't however something he was doing just to try and appease his own guilt, but also because he wanted to; He wanted to be in Elsa's company, wanted to hold her close, wanted to... Well. He simply wanted her to feel loved.

Felix raised a brow playfully at the Bellefonte, watching her as she stepped further out, the rain catching on her skin leaving damp trails across her skin; With the rain on her skin, a smile on her face that sent his heart fluttering in his chest... Elsa was truly beautiful... Not that she hadn't always been; Not because she looked like Erika, but because she looked like her. Because she was Elsa Bellefonte.

He grinned, stepping out into the rain with a chuckle, the flurry hitting his skin with gentle, warm touches of water. He held his hands out to the sky as he looked up, the swirling clouds above giving a distant rumble. "You call this getting soaked?" He spoke, before reaching out a hand and gently taking Elsa's, pulling her to him before leaning in and pressing a soft, warm kiss to her lips, before pulling away. As if on cue, the clouds seeming to have taken Felix's comment as a challenge, the rain began to increase. The radio host looked upwards towards the sky. "Well that's just rude! ... And all over the beautiful lady, too." He smiled, gently reaching his hand to Elsa's face, wiping away a few of the raindrops cascading down her cheeks.

[Elsa Bellefonte]

Elsa watched as Felix gestured, as he moved out into the rain. The soft, warm drops now hit them both, pattering against them, sliding down skin and clothes, creating dark spots among the fabric. Elsa raised both brows as she looked up at him, wondering what he was getting at.

"I never said the rain was---" she began, pausing as the sky rumbled. Elsa's eyes moved just as she felt a hand taking hers, pulling her in for another kiss. Her lips touched his, though Elsa made certain to make it only a brief connection. The clouds rumbled their disapproval, and soon more rain started coming down.

"You have to learn more adjectives," she informed him, tapping a finger to his chest, "because you know full well that calling a twin who happens to look just like another twin that you had feelings for beautiful is just all sorts of complicated. And aren't you supposed to be good with that mouth?" she tapped said bit of anatomy, raising her brows challengingly.

The rain? it could cause her hair to curl up and then wet it down all it wanted. The rain didn't bother Elsa anyway.

{800th post. whoo!}

[Felix Nicholas]

The rain was warm, gentle, a sharp contrast to the ice cold downpours of Montana. With the rain the way it was, the words spoken between them here would be lost in the sound to anyone else around them; Although granted, most had fled the deck and those that weren't had saught out shelter. It occured to Felix as a strange thought, but it almost felt as though this rain was theirs. They were the ones embracing it, letting it seep into their clothes and cascade over their skin, allowing it to hide their words to everyone but each other.

Felix noted Elsa's lips against his were brief, before she tapped his chest, claiming he needed to learn more adjectives, because-And for a moment, Felix's grin slipped from him. She'd brought up Erika, comparing the fact they both looked similar, reminding him that he'd had feelings for her sister. To Felix, the comparison was almost an unfounded one; The two were worlds apart in his eyes, but then again not many knew the Bellefontes as well as he did. He knew how it must look to many, that after Erika rejected his feelings he "replaced" her with Elsa. But that was so far from the truth, so very far from the truth. Elsa was still bringing it up, perhaps still not quite believing that Felix's feelings were truly for her? He'd been trying to not get too heavy, trying to stick to Elsa's words that he'd agreed to all those weeks ago. That was was... Well, what was it? Elsa hadn't a title for it then, and neither did he; But there were some things he did know.

"Elsa," He spoke softly, the softness to his tone indicating the significance of what he was about to say; He gently brushed a lock of her curling hair behind her ear, his smile warm. "When I say you're beautiful, I'm not just saying it about your appearance," He began. "I'm talking about you, as a person. Your mannerisms, the way the edges of your lips curl up so slightly when you're trying not to laugh, the way you do laugh. I'm talking about that cool, yet stunning gleam you get in your eyes when you've figured something out, or when you're planning. I'm talking about your confidence, your strength as a person. All of that is encompassed in this one word. You're beautiful, but not because you're Erika's twin. You're beautiful because you're you. Because you're Elsa." He trailed off a moment, listening to the sound of the pattering rain cascading around them. "... Falling for you wasn't planned. It happened accidentally, in this single, sudden moment. I know that if I had taken the time to truly see you before everything that happened last year... .... Elsa, I would have fallen for you first. I can say that without a shadow of doubt."

He fell silent then, his heart suddenly very rapid in it's beats against his chest. What was he doing? She'd come so far, and here he was laying down these heavy words, that he feared may drive her away; After all, she said she didn't even know what to call this. "... And I'm not... I'm not trying to force your hand to find a title for what we are," He continued, feeling he needed to let her know that wasn't his intention. "But I felt you just needed to know that. I may have confessed my love for Erika, but that was a boy who misunderstood. What I feel for you, Elsa, has only been for you."

[Elsa Bellefonte]

Elsa looked up as Felix said her name. Her brows rose, that usual expectation on her face. She could feel his hand brushing aside her cooling hair, letting more rainwater slide down her cheek. The words continued, ignoring the pattering sound of the rain and a few halfhearted cries by people who hadn't thought to get out of the way quick enough.

Hadn't he said bits of this before? Elsa felt like he had, that she'd heard these lines, that they'd gone through this part of the script before. That didn't make them any less sweet. If this was a familiar song, it was one that she didn't mind listening to. It was also one that added specifics, that pointed out the little bits that a savvy observer could pick up upon, the bits that made Elsa physically Elsa as well as emotionally and mentally.

Though that brow did quirk again as he insisted that falling for her hadn't been the plan. how romantic. The bit about falling for her first brought a sharp laugh, almost like a bark, from Elsa. She shook her head. "You don't need to lie," she insisted, looking back at him. "They fall for her first. It's fine."

it happened all too frequently. Fall for the more outgoing one, the one quicker to return affection. It was always so hard to explain, how Elsa didn't like, didn't open up to someone like this, until after she got to know them, got to be emotionally attached.

"Mr. Nicholas," she said, tapping him, "you couldn't force my hand if you wanted," she was still Elsa Bellefonte, after all. "We're us. For now, that's enough. We can worry about the hassle of labels when we're not standing in a downpour," she smiled at him, then leaned up to kiss him again.

[Felix Nicholas]

Felix was aware he was repeating himself, but at Elsa bringing up her twin again, he couldn't help but feel that she still compared herself to Erika in regards to how Felix has fallen for her first. It wasn't that he felt Elsa wasn't accepting his words, but more so she was always going to compare herself to her twin, even fi she didn't mean to. It had become perhaps such a frequent route of thinking that she didn't think anything of it any more. It wasn't healthy for her to keep comparing herself to Erika, but Felix knew there was little he could do except to keep trying to reinforce his words.

"I know I sound like an old broken record," He spoke warmly. "Playing the same old tune. But every word is true, and until this song is playing in your head, I won't stop." He then blinked at her, before raising an eyebrow with a smile when she gave a barked laugh, calling him a liar. Perhaps, he wasn't certain himself since he had not gone through the situation knowing Elsa as well as he did now before he knew Erika. Maybe it would have played out the exact same way... But he couldn't help but doubt that. The feelings he'd felt for his best friend, looking back on them now... They felt almost childish, for the lack of a better word. They'd still been there, but had come and gone so quickly he couldn't help but surmise that perhaps his feelings for Erika had been... Infatuation. Infatuation teamed up the high emotional states they'd all been consumed in at the time. His feelings now, for Elsa... Felt mature. Calm, warm. She lifted his spirit simply by smiling. Putting emotions you could barely understand yourself into words was always going to be a difficult task, but simply put, with Erika it had been a fleeting thing, a spark which lit and died. With Elsa, it was more a deep glowing ember, a fire which took little tinder and burned with continuous heat.

Of course he didn't chose to say this. Fire symbolism would only come across as perhaps a touch too cheesy, so he instead laughed a little, running a hand through his damp hair, which now stuck up slightly with the rain. "You laugh at a man trying to offer you his heart?" He grinned jokingly, before giving the Bellefonte a wink. "You're a cold hearted woman, Miss.Bellefonte."
His playful expression then shifted to a gentler one, leaning down to meet her lips, a kind, soft warm to his kiss. He then pulled away, but quite close enough that his lips brushed hers as he spoke next. "... We are enough. Who even said we ever have to name what we are? As long as you want me, you have me. That's all I'll ever need to know."

[Elsa Bellefonte]

Yes, he did sound like a broken record, but he also had a point: this was a song Elsa almost wanted to hear. Though it was interesting to see the blink, to see him seeming to realize that she did see through his little statement, that it still hurt her, that something about it would always nag her to some degree. Elsa knew it to be childish, that she shouldn't continue to have this bothering her. But if her mind was in complete control of her emotions, well, she'd be a totally different person. Unrecognizable, really.

Oh, how she wanted to read his mind. It felt like cheating though, and she didn't want to do that, not without permission. Instead she'd just guess, at least for now, at what was going through his mind.

Did she laugh at a man offering his heart? Yes. She even smiled at his comment, her brows once more raised. She could feel more warm rain sliding down her hair, slicking it to her scalp. "You're just now deciding I'm coldhearted? Haven't you met me before?" she replied teasingly, though she still moved up to another kiss. "And yes, I agree with your assessment totally." Her eyes flashed as she continued: "Right down to the bits about wanting you," she tapped him on the chest, wanting to make the meaning of that perfectly clear.