Aaron's Flat

[Aaron Tayllore]

*wakes up positively exhausted in certain areas of his body*

*hears the shower running*

*bounds into the bathroom without knocking*

Is it today or tomorrow Holly?

[Holly Palmers]

*turns the water down for a second, pulling back the curtain, her hair sticking to her neck*

It's tomorrow, Aaron. Do you have work?

*turns it back up, not bothering to pull back the curtain*

Can you hand me my comb?

[Aaron Tayllore]

*grins at the naked, wet Holly (from the shower, of course ) *

*leans back against the sink and casually hands her the comb, staring blatantly*

So, welcome home...

[Holly Palmers]

*lets him look, it wasn't making her feel particularly special as she hoped*

*takes the comb from him without and flourish as she turns the water off for good and begins combing through the knots, grabbing a towel with her other hand*

*looks up*

It's good, yeah.

*gets stuck on a tangle, but manages through it*

*notices how small the bathrooms is with two people in it*

I thought you were still sleeping or I would have made some breakfast first.

[Aaron Tayllore]

*watches her, smiling, as she fights her particularly lovely hair with a comb*

You don't need to make me breakfast! Let me take you somewhere, wherever you want. I've missed you... well, unless your particularly busy today...?

*hopes (and backs away a couple of steps, noticing her analyzing the claustrophobic bathroom*

[Holly Palmers]

*ends up braiding her hair, unceremoniously dropping the comb in the sink and moving around Aaron, making for the door*

I'm not busy...that would entail I had something important in my life that I had to do. Breakfast out it is then...I have taken an odd liking to Puddifoots recently. But I would need to get dressed first.

*wrapped in the towel, she turns her back to him and she moves from bathroom to hall to bedroom, stopping before her dresser*

[Aaron Tayllore]

*puts on a disappointed face when she puts on a towel, but promptly stalks her into the bedroom, keeping his distance, sensing that she is a feeling a little confined at the moment*

Puddifoot's is fine with me, whatever you want.

*sprawls out on the bed*

[Holly Palmers]

*gives an inaudible sigh at his response, even though it was the one she wanted...or the one she expected*

*stares down at her Dark Mark, all to eager to cover it up with a bright holiday turtleneck*

*looks over her shoulder*

I guess the bed will stay made as long as we don't sleep in it.

[Aaron Tayllore]

*laughs, but is still a bit nervous at her... weird attitude*

*grabs some clothes and gets dressed*

*says as casually as he could while pulling a shirt on*

So you're doing alright, right? I mean, it has been a while and all...

*trails off a little more awkwardly than he would have preferred, but feels the need to dig at what she's feeling*

[Holly Palmers]

*has to fix her hair now that she has a sweater on and marvels at her poor planning, deciding to forgo a comb and just using her fingers to hide that she is nervous she will say whatever she is about to the wrong way*

*turns to the mirror, though she can still see him in the reflection*

I just...don't feel excited by anything anymore. Its taking a lot of self-restraint to keep me out of the bars each night, waiting, hoping for someone to take me home.

*thinks she failed and ties to move on*

Ready? Oh, you need shoes.

[Aaron Tayllore]

*looks at her, rather flabbergasted, and says to her while putting on his shoes, sitting on the bed*

Well, I can imagine that would be a bit depressing. Are you just bored with life in general? Do you feel, like *pulls a psychologist* you have nothing to offer, or maybe no one to offer it to who would care?

*turns over on the bed and lays on his stomach, his head in his hands*

[Holly Palmers]

*shows her frustration, turning back to the mirror and busying her hands again with the clasp of her snowflake necklace*

I'm not depressed, it's not that. I just feel like I should be somewhere else in my life by this point and I'm not. I wanted to be a part of something big, but apparently you have to be even bigger. I'm not in the right circles and I'm falling through the cracks.

*turns to him, trying to stray from saying what she knows she has to admit to herself*

[Aaron Tayllore]

*gives Holly an all-encompassing embrace*

I wish I could tell you you are doing something big, but I wouldn't really know. I understand where you're coming from - look at me when you're feeling unimportant Holly! All O's on my OWL's and NEWT's and I'm a shop worker... talk about education.

*doesn't really say much more, but can tell there's more that Holly needs to spill*

[Holly Palmers]

*can tell it's coming and holds him in his embrace, her voice unnaturally steady*

Yes, but you are content with the life you have. If you wanted to, you could do so much farther, do so much more. I can't live like that, Aaron. I--I think being with you is holding me down.

*closes her eyes as if expecting someone to slap her*

*adds softly*

It doesn't mean I don't love you. I do, I really do.

[Aaron Tayllore]

*feels the crush before it comes*

*sighs at her words, and holds her tightly*

I know you think that. You always have love.

*is sad, but has been expecting this for a while*

We hold each other back.

I love you too, but don't hold onto me if you think you can find better. Whatever you're looking for, I hope you find it I guess...

*knows she'll never find it, that she'll never be satisfied with anything, but doesn't say it*

*whispers back*

So what now? You move out? You go get better at being a death eater, whatever they do? Am I supposed to let go now, or in a minute?

*thinks a lot of things that are true, that he wishes he could say, but are too mean to say*