WISHLISTS: Stars Begin to Fall (Marcus/Pansy)
Author: phil_urich
Recipient: wawwhite
Title: The Stars Begin to Fall
Pairing: Marcus/Pansy
Request: Trying to be good
Rating: PG
Word Count: 679
Summary: Pansy can’t quite seem to make things work out the way she wants them to.
Author's Notes: a bit angsty, but I do hope you enjoy it.
Marcus ambled up the leaf strewn path leading to Adrian ’s house and saw Pansy setting the protection charms in place. She had been residing at Adrian’s since she had returned from South America. Pansy was one of the few remaining family members Adrian had left, so Marcus knew that her chances of ever getting kicked out were next to nil.
“Keeping out of trouble, Pansy,” he called out to her.
Pansy smirked. “I haven’t attempted to sell out the ‘savior of the wizarding world’ to any dark lords lately, if that’s what you’re asking,” she said as she made her way down the front steps.
“Glad to hear it. Where’s your cousin Adrian?”
“The Leaky Cauldron as usual. I’m headed there now. Be my escort, please.”
Marcus nodded and took her arm in his.
-
Pansy leaned against the bar, watching the newlywed couple dance. The groom was stiff, formal, but she could see that he was obviously enamored with his bride. It hurt just a little to see people who had found what they were truly looking for while she was without even a semblance of direction in her own life.
“Nott’s done well,” Marcus said, as he took up a place beside her. He was a good date to have at a wedding. He was not presumptuous, did not go around flirting with other girls and had fetched her food and drinks when she asked for it. He was not the most attractive man there by any means, not with his closely shorn hair or his nose, which looked as if someone had slammed it in a door, but then she was not the most attractive woman there either, a point that just added to her continued disappointment.
“And you? How are you doing?” she asked him.
“I’m doing OK,” he says before taking a sip from his drink.
“How so?” Her tone is friendly, but even she can tell the question’s harshly worded.
“I still have all my teeth, I have a job and my family’s not in prison.” It’s the way he says it, like having so little might actually be reason for being proud.
“Your teeth are crooked and you work at a concession stand for a team that‘s finished fifth in the league for the last umpteen years, Marcus.”
“Point taken,” he says after a moment of uncomfortable silence.
She wants to take it further. She does not care that it might be hurtful or that it could lead to an embarrassing scene. She just wants to feel anything other than disappointment with her life and the fact that compared to hers Marcus Flint’s life is just a little brighter than her own. In the end though, she just asks for another drink.
-
It’s impetuous of her, but she wants this, not him, just this. There’s a party of some sort being had in the main part of the pub. Marcus had come to pay Adrian a visit, but her cousin had already left so he had offered to wait for her to finish out her shift and escort her home. ‘Charming,’ she had said and meant it too.
She imagined she felt his gaze on her the entire evening and when she goes to get her coat from the backroom, knowing he has followed her, she pulls him in with her. He starts to ask a question, but she quiets him with a kiss because she does not want to let go of this fantasy she has been building in her head since he first asked her where her cousin was earlier in the evening.
Its utterly destroyed though when he puts his hands on her shoulders, not her waist or the small of her back, and gently pushes her away.
“What’s wrong?” she asks breathlessly.
“Everything.”
“Well…” and that’s it. She can’t think of anything to persuade him to just let her continue kissing him and she refuses to beg him.
“I’ll leave first,” he offers awkwardly.
“No, I’ll go,” she says, praying she does not sound petulant.
“OK.”
Recipient: wawwhite
Title: The Stars Begin to Fall
Pairing: Marcus/Pansy
Request: Trying to be good
Rating: PG
Word Count: 679
Summary: Pansy can’t quite seem to make things work out the way she wants them to.
Author's Notes: a bit angsty, but I do hope you enjoy it.
Marcus ambled up the leaf strewn path leading to Adrian ’s house and saw Pansy setting the protection charms in place. She had been residing at Adrian’s since she had returned from South America. Pansy was one of the few remaining family members Adrian had left, so Marcus knew that her chances of ever getting kicked out were next to nil.
“Keeping out of trouble, Pansy,” he called out to her.
Pansy smirked. “I haven’t attempted to sell out the ‘savior of the wizarding world’ to any dark lords lately, if that’s what you’re asking,” she said as she made her way down the front steps.
“Glad to hear it. Where’s your cousin Adrian?”
“The Leaky Cauldron as usual. I’m headed there now. Be my escort, please.”
Marcus nodded and took her arm in his.
-
Pansy leaned against the bar, watching the newlywed couple dance. The groom was stiff, formal, but she could see that he was obviously enamored with his bride. It hurt just a little to see people who had found what they were truly looking for while she was without even a semblance of direction in her own life.
“Nott’s done well,” Marcus said, as he took up a place beside her. He was a good date to have at a wedding. He was not presumptuous, did not go around flirting with other girls and had fetched her food and drinks when she asked for it. He was not the most attractive man there by any means, not with his closely shorn hair or his nose, which looked as if someone had slammed it in a door, but then she was not the most attractive woman there either, a point that just added to her continued disappointment.
“And you? How are you doing?” she asked him.
“I’m doing OK,” he says before taking a sip from his drink.
“How so?” Her tone is friendly, but even she can tell the question’s harshly worded.
“I still have all my teeth, I have a job and my family’s not in prison.” It’s the way he says it, like having so little might actually be reason for being proud.
“Your teeth are crooked and you work at a concession stand for a team that‘s finished fifth in the league for the last umpteen years, Marcus.”
“Point taken,” he says after a moment of uncomfortable silence.
She wants to take it further. She does not care that it might be hurtful or that it could lead to an embarrassing scene. She just wants to feel anything other than disappointment with her life and the fact that compared to hers Marcus Flint’s life is just a little brighter than her own. In the end though, she just asks for another drink.
-
It’s impetuous of her, but she wants this, not him, just this. There’s a party of some sort being had in the main part of the pub. Marcus had come to pay Adrian a visit, but her cousin had already left so he had offered to wait for her to finish out her shift and escort her home. ‘Charming,’ she had said and meant it too.
She imagined she felt his gaze on her the entire evening and when she goes to get her coat from the backroom, knowing he has followed her, she pulls him in with her. He starts to ask a question, but she quiets him with a kiss because she does not want to let go of this fantasy she has been building in her head since he first asked her where her cousin was earlier in the evening.
Its utterly destroyed though when he puts his hands on her shoulders, not her waist or the small of her back, and gently pushes her away.
“What’s wrong?” she asks breathlessly.
“Everything.”
“Well…” and that’s it. She can’t think of anything to persuade him to just let her continue kissing him and she refuses to beg him.
“I’ll leave first,” he offers awkwardly.
“No, I’ll go,” she says, praying she does not sound petulant.
“OK.”