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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Feb 11, 2010 22:49:37 GMT
*Manages a soft chuckle and slightly shakes his head at her stubbornness. Naturally she wouldn't promise him anything that she feels would put him in danger, but he knows she knows what he meant.*
That'll have to do I suppose.
*His eyes twinkle a bit, if he wasn't here recovering from a sever fall from a broom, he'd be skipping up and down the street right now he's so happy. As much as he'd like to pull her onto his lap he resists, certain it would hurt right now anyway, so he settles for pulling away from her, and moving to stand up. He'd rather like to get into his bed now, the floor his hard, and his bum is cold.*
Right. Now that's settled...let's...get offa the floor, and get me better so I can get the hell out of here.
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Post by Katie Bell on Feb 11, 2010 23:11:26 GMT
*Beams at his words, thankful that he knows how stubborn she is and how he isn't going to change her mind. As he starts to push himself up, she jumps to her feet, laying one hand on his arm for support. Thinks.*
But you're a witch, aren't you? Don't make him move any more than he has to!
*Grins, looking over her shoulder for any Healers. They hated it whenever she used her own magic while she was a patient, since they said it'd just make her weaker. However, this time she's not the patient, Greyson is. Quickly, she slips her wand from her pocket and aims it at the wizard.*
Levicorpus!
*Hopes he won't be insulted that she decides to levitate him onto his bed, and distracts him by asking in a mischevious tone.*
Do y'know, that when you sleeping, they gave me ointment that I had to massage you with.
*Blinks.*
Everywhere.
*Childishly pokes her tongue out at him.*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Feb 11, 2010 23:20:48 GMT
*  and shouts out a bit as he is suddenly dangling in the air by his ankle?* OI! What the bloody hell, Bell!? *Tries to look about, not distracted at all until she says the magic words, "Everywhere". He's now trying too look at her, face ruddy from all the blood rushing to his head as he hangs upside down.* Whaddya mean, everywhere? *Grins cheekily, flinching from the pain of it.* Bet you liked that, eh? *Adds on under his breath.* Wish I could've enjoyed it too. Blast, I miss everything good. |
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Post by Katie Bell on Feb 11, 2010 23:59:42 GMT
*Tries and fails to hold back her laughter at the sight of Greyson dangling in the air. Alright, maybe it wasn't the most brilliant thing to do when he's injured, but it sure was hilarious. Snickering at both his position and reply, she whispers.* Liberacorpus! *Placing him gently on the bed, she walks over to him, setting her wand on the chair.* Mhmm, you missed it. *Blinks.* Oi! Maybe I did enjoy it! *  and realizes what she just admitted to, even though she didn't think about it. She shakes her head.* Nevermind! Maybe, y'know, if you get out of here without any problems, I can try it again. *Stands next to his bed, arms crossed.* |
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Feb 12, 2010 0:08:50 GMT
*Finally he's set on the bed, and his brains feel all scrambled from hanging upside down for so long he immediately lays back against the pillows, eyes snapping shut for a moment to stop the world from spinning so fast.*
As usual...if it's good, I'm likely to miss it. I've no luck, except for the day...I ran into you.
*He opens his eyes onto the face he adores more than life itself, and relaxes a bit. She's still here, he isn't dreaming, though he's tempted to ask her to pinch him just to make sure.*
I bet you did. Wouldn't surprise me in the least.
*Begins to tease her, feeling much better now that he can remember things, and she said she can't live without him.*
Hmmm...
*Pulls a corner of his lips into his signature lopsided grin, and a small fire lights in his eyes.*
You won't hear any complaints from me if you wanted to give it a go.
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Post by Katie Bell on Feb 12, 2010 0:33:25 GMT
*Snorts, still a bit pink from her earlier comment. It's a little sad, how just the sound of his voice makes her heart flutter, and she knows she's going to stay with him no matter what happens. Reaching behind her for the chair- unfortunately it doesn't seem like the bed is big enough for both of them, without him getting hurt- Katie picks her wand up, sliding it into her pocket, and sits down.*
Y'know, I might just do that, love.
*Smiles, unable to stop thinking about how happy she is, now that she doesn't have to keep pushing him away. Reaches out for one of his hands, just wanting to touch him again.*
Where would you want to go after you get out, though? Honestly?
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Feb 12, 2010 0:43:52 GMT
*Grasps her hand tightly, wanting her directly next to him desperately, but knows it probably isn't a good idea for her to climb into the bed with him. He has been known to get carried away once or four times.*
Honestly? Home. I haven't been back there since the ni-
*Catches himself, and snaps his mouth shut. He just had a memory he wished he'd forget. The one where he slept with a witch that he doesn't know was actually Katie. His eyes are a bit wider from almost slipping with his comment, and he cheeks are pink too, but he tries to play it off as if something hurt, and sucks in a quick breath.*
I just wanna go home...with you.
*Avoids looking at her by closing his eyes, trying to push away the thought of him being with another witch, and how disgusted he is with himself. He knows he has to tell her, just not now, he isn't ready to loose her again so soon.*
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Post by Katie Bell on Feb 12, 2010 1:00:01 GMT
*Squeezes his hand when he mentions he hasn't been back since the night they met in Diagon, when he was stumbling around in the dark. At least, that's all she can think of, yet she thought he'd be too drunk to remember it.*
Oh...y- you...
*Trails off, also looking away. His expression makes her wonder if he's upset that she left after that, well sure he was, but she wasn't expecting it to come up in a conversation. She scrunches her nose, turning to look back at him with a soft grin.*
Of course you'd be going home with me! Who else, you silly goose?
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Feb 12, 2010 1:14:43 GMT
*Feeling horribly guilty he shakes his head a bit too violently, and regrets it immediately. Once again his thoughts go to the witch he only thought he had words with, but it seems he brought her home instead, thinking, "Bloody sod, you don't even know her name.*
N- No one, of course it's you, things just got a little fuzzy for a second.
*Rolls onto his side slightly, still avoiding her eyes by staring to the tiled floor below.*
M'happy you're here...with me. I missed you so much it hurt.
*Looks at himself in the bed, and can't help but laugh. He's such an idiot for getting completely faced and trying to play Quidditch.*
Not more than this though. Not gonna do that again any time soon.
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Post by Katie Bell on Feb 12, 2010 1:27:35 GMT
*Frowns slightly, not liking the way he's now avoiding her eyes. She sinks down, moving into his line of vision with one eyebrow quirked.*
You alright, love? I can still get a Healer if you need one...
*Sighs, straightening her back. Sitting like that isn't very comfortable, and if he's going to look away, then she should just let him. She moves her eyes to their clasped hands, grinning.*
Yeah, I missed you too. You'll never know how much, though.
*Her eyes move back to his face, and she's now grinning wickedly. Obviously, they're going to have to wait until he's healed, but it might just give him even more motivation to listen to whatever the Healers tell him.*
Well, you'll never know, unless I show you. That might give you a bit of an idea.
*Adds on, with a softer tone.*
No, please don't try playing Quidditch like that again. Only play if you're sober- I mean it!
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Feb 12, 2010 1:40:45 GMT
*Shakes his head, feeling like total Dragon's Droppings for what he's done, and now he has to admit it.*
N- No, I don't need a Healer, m'fine.
*Offers a small smile as she pops in and out of his line of sight, not willing to follow up after her, he doesn't even deserve to be holding her hand right now.*
Oh, really now? Show me...mmm...it think that'll work fine.
*Brightens up a bit as she gives him a bit of motivation, though the spell lasts only a second or two as he comes back to his senses, and knows Katie's about to kill him for what he's going to say.*
Katie?
*Lifts his eyes just enough to see her, chews his lip for a moment, and sags.*
I- I don't deserve this...you should probably...
*Flinches a bit as the word "leave" crosses his mind.*
There's something you need to know before things get back to n- normal.
One night...I- I was really faced, totally and completely outta my mind drunk...and a w- w- witch...you see...um...
*Can hardly continue, pain evident in his tearing eyes. Wanting the truth out and in the open he finally blurts.*
Katie, I slept with another witch. I don't even know her name. Merlin, I know I'm a rotten sod, and I'll understand if you can't forgive me, and want to l- l- leave.
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Post by Katie Bell on Feb 12, 2010 2:20:02 GMT
*There's a sharp pain, in the middle of her chest, and it feels like lungs are being torn apart. She tightens her hold on his hand, not believing what he's just said.*
Y- You s-
*Bites her lip, looking up at the ceiling as if looking to the heavens. She wasn't there obviously, and he was technically free to see and/or sleep with whoever he chose. Mental images of Greyson and another witch poison her thoughts, and she feels like she's about to be sick. Still looking up, she whispers.*
Oh...well, I mean...
*Slides her eyes back down to his face, swallowing.*
I- If you were drinking, you didn't...I wasn't there-
*Softly rubs her thumb over the skin of his hand, not letting go.*
-you have nothing to apologize for.
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Feb 12, 2010 2:26:42 GMT
*The expression on her face tells him exactly how horrible of a man he is, and he just wishes he would have died from the fall of his broom instead of having to hurt her.*
No, no, it's not okay. It never should've happened. Drunk or not it's no excuse.
*A tear slides from his eye and falls to the sheets below, leaving behind a small wet spot. He moves his eyes from her face, heart sinking into his feet.*
I'm so very, very, very sorry. It was the only time I went back to the flat. And, when I woke the next morning I could've killed myself, probably should have.
*The softness of her thumb brushing his hand adds on to the list of things he doesn't deserve. Here he sits, messed up horribly, and she still holds his hand. She's a better person than he, he knows that for sure.*
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Post by Katie Bell on Feb 12, 2010 2:40:47 GMT
*Gasps, coming close to smacking his arm right before she remembers he's injured. She stands up, leaning over him and looking right into his eyes with her own narrowed ones.* Never, ever say that again. If I ever lose you, dammit, it sure as hell better not be by your own doing. *Eyes soften, and she's still leaning over him without touching him. His words finally sink in, and she could kick herself. Laughing- softly and a bit madly, but in relief- she realizes that he never slept with another witch.* You git. *The look in her eyes screams that she doesn't mean it, or doesn't mean to actually insult him.* T- that was me, love. I...you were...stumbling around Diagon one night, and I didn't know w- who you were at first...but then you came closer and I saw it was you. I- I took you back to the flat, a- and... * and looks away. Distractedly, she shifts, and kisses him gently on the cheek.* |
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Feb 12, 2010 2:51:59 GMT
* and isn't exactly sure what he said that caused her to react this way, and he kind of cowers away from her as she stands over him. The expression on her face tells him he's about two seconds away from being hit upside the head, his mother looks at him when she's about to do just that.* Right. Mmmkay, I won't. *Is totally and completely sincere, he won't say anything he just said ever again. His eyes remain wide as she starts laughing, and rather dementedly at that. He can't imagine what could be so funny in this situation, and remains deadly quite, not wanting to distract her and draw more attention to himself.* *  and eyes grow wider still as she calls him a git.* What the bloody hell was that for? *His mouth turns into a comical O as she finishes her statement. He's vaguely aware of being drunk and in Diagon Alley, and he's going to go ahead and believe what she says. Relaxing a bit, he chuckles carelessly, thankful and relieved.* Y- You? *Now it's his turn to blush , and his he bobs in a goofy nod.* Merlin, I am a git. |
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