Headcanon: one of the first things Vaggie did to reclaim an identity for herself outside of being heaven's soldier is to try more feminine clothing, something she never used to let herself wear because it's impractical for a fighter(like growing her hair). It was an awkward transition, but Charlie's very enthusiastic encouragement helped Vaggie love her new look.
Sometimes i think I do too much when I have a crush/ am in love, then I remember Adrian pretended not to know how to drive a stick shift so Sydney would teach him then pulled a tokyo drift to get her out of a dangerous situation
Bloodlines Book 2 The Golden Lily by Richelle Mead
Illustration from Chapter 12
Wolfe's main move today was on how to break out of someone's hold if we were grabbed from behind. He had a couple of techniques which weren't much more complex than head-butting or stomping on feet. Adrian and I took turns being the attacker while the victim practiced the maneuvers -- in slow motion with almost no contact on our partners. That was what the dummies were for. I was about five inches shorter than Adrian and seemed pretty implausible as an attacker, which made us both laugh each time I made a move. Wolfe chastised us for not being serious enough but gave us high marks for learning the techniques.
This made me feel a little arrogant, enough so that when Adrian turned his back to get a water bottle, I sneaked up from behind and flung my arms around him, pinning his arms in turn. Wolfe had shown us how to break that type of hold, and I honestly thought Adrian had seen me coming enough to slip away before I even touched him. Apparently not.
He froze, and for one moment, we stood locked in time. I could feel the silk of his shirt against my skin and the warmth of his body. The lingering scene of the over-priced cologne he wore floated around me. No smoke for a change. I'd always told him the cologne couldn't be worth what he spent, but suddenly, I reconsidered. It was amazing
I was so awash in sensory overload that I was caught completely unaware when he did push me away.
"What are you doing?" he exclaimed. I'd thought he'd be impressed at my sneak attack, but there was neither approval nor humor on his face. My own smile faded.
"Testing if you could handle a surprise attack." My tone was hesitant. I didn't know what I'd done wrong. He looked uncomfortable. Almost upset. "What's the matter?"
"Nothing," he said gruffly. For a moment his eyes locked onto me with an intensity that left me breathless. Then he glanced away, as though he couldn't handle looking at me. I felt more confused than ever. "Never though I'd see the day when you'd throw your arms around a vam- someone like me."
I barely noticed his public slip-up. His words drew me up short. He was right. I'd touched him without even thinking about it -- not just a formal Moroi handshake, like usual. Sure, it was in the context of our class, but I knew that I never could have done this a few months ago. Touching him now had seemed perfectly natural. Was that why he was upset? Was he worried about the Alchemists and me?
Wolfe strolled by. "Nice work, girl." He gave Adrian a teeth-rattling slap on the back. "You were totally unprepared for her."
This seemed to distress Adrian even more, and I could've sworn I heard him mutter, "That's for damned sure."