Okay, so this connection is hating upon the uploading. It took me for-freaking-ever to get this to work, but. Have the current draft of Cold as a bit of consolation on your first day back at school.
Hands on his shoulders, gentle shaking. "Blaise." Theodore's voice. "Blaise, wake up."
Blaise opens his eyes and blinks a few times, looking up at Theodore. "What is it?"
"Come see."
He nearly closes his eyes again, but resists the impulse and rolls a bit reluctantly out of bed. It is an ungodly hour of the morning, the horizon only just barely starting to lighten; the light casts odd blue shades on Theodore's pale skin as he leads Blaise down toward one of the streams, very quietly. Look, his eyes say, and he gestures slightly towards the opposite bank. It takes a moment for Blaise to spot it, shifting and flickering amongst the foliage- a Demiguise, pale light glancing off its silvery fur in odd, shimmering reflections. He stills, careful not to startle it.
When Blaise wakes, the first thing he notices is Aislinn is no longer lying pressed up against him; the space she had been in when they fell asleep is cold. Then the sharp-dark smell of charcoal; he opens his eyes. Aislinn is sitting at the foot of the bed, still undressed, a pad of drawing paper in her lap.
"Good morning," Aislinn murmurs, eyes on the page in front of her. Her fingers are black with charcoal both from holding it and smudging it across the page to shade, and there is a smear of it along one cheek, probably from pushing her hair back. Blaise watches her, still, until the swift movements of her hands cease and she sets the drawing and the charcoal aside. She crawls back up to him, resettling herself against his side, and her fingers trace along the lines of his chest, charcoal smears deepening the shadows on his skin.
Unlike every other dormitory (aside from the Ravenclaw ones, perhaps), calm reigns instead of chaos as everyone packs for the Christmas holidays. Rae runs a hand through his hair as he looks from the mess on his bed to his trunk, wondering where to start. A challenging flick of Saeth's wrist, and everything of Rae's is packed. Raelan glances over, more than a bit annoyed, and Saeth raises an eyebrow. Rae doesn't bite. Knows better. Still has two weeks wtih Saeth around to survive. And so Rae smiles sweetly, making Saeth narrow his eyes in obvious annoyance that his dare wasn't picked up, and he pockets his wand again, turns to his own belongings
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Best of luck, darling. Hope it goes well. ♥
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Hands on his shoulders, gentle shaking. "Blaise." Theodore's voice. "Blaise, wake up."
Blaise opens his eyes and blinks a few times, looking up at Theodore. "What is it?"
"Come see."
He nearly closes his eyes again, but resists the impulse and rolls a bit reluctantly out of bed. It is an ungodly hour of the morning, the horizon only just barely starting to lighten; the light casts odd blue shades on Theodore's pale skin as he leads Blaise down toward one of the streams, very quietly. Look, his eyes say, and he gestures slightly towards the opposite bank. It takes a moment for Blaise to spot it, shifting and flickering amongst the foliage- a Demiguise, pale light glancing off its silvery fur in odd, shimmering reflections. He stills, careful not to startle it.
Theodore smiles, and takes his hand.
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When Blaise wakes, the first thing he notices is Aislinn is no longer lying pressed up against him; the space she had been in when they fell asleep is cold. Then the sharp-dark smell of charcoal; he opens his eyes. Aislinn is sitting at the foot of the bed, still undressed, a pad of drawing paper in her lap.
"Good morning," Aislinn murmurs, eyes on the page in front of her. Her fingers are black with charcoal both from holding it and smudging it across the page to shade, and there is a smear of it along one cheek, probably from pushing her hair back. Blaise watches her, still, until the swift movements of her hands cease and she sets the drawing and the charcoal aside. She crawls back up to him, resettling herself against his side, and her fingers trace along the lines of his chest, charcoal smears deepening the shadows on his skin.
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Unlike every other dormitory (aside from the Ravenclaw ones, perhaps), calm reigns instead of chaos as everyone packs for the Christmas holidays. Rae runs a hand through his hair as he looks from the mess on his bed to his trunk, wondering where to start. A challenging flick of Saeth's wrist, and everything of Rae's is packed. Raelan glances over, more than a bit annoyed, and Saeth raises an eyebrow. Rae doesn't bite. Knows better. Still has two weeks wtih Saeth around to survive. And so Rae smiles sweetly, making Saeth narrow his eyes in obvious annoyance that his dare wasn't picked up, and he pockets his wand again, turns to his own belongings ( ... )
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mrrrsosleepy. curls around you.
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And yes, of course. Take whatever time you need, RL tends to be a right pest at times. I has patience.
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