I fell to the sniffles. Man down! Fever, sneezing, runny nose.. The works. So now I'm sofa-bound. Doctor Who is running on the telly, Tennant-episodes, but I'm not payimg too much attention. Mostly cause I've been attempting to fix moms sewing machine, which is beyond my skills, and been talking ingame most of the day. Last night was awesome, Skylar almost got into some moral trouble.
In order to get Octavius/Grey Grumps off her back (he keeps floating through her at night, waking her up, cause she was apparently rude about his ghostness), she and Rendor decided to bunk up, cause Grumps hates Ren, and maybe the prospect of the two in one room, might make him think they were secretly going at it, and freak him out enough to scare him off. Yup, now sharing rooms with her ex. If that didn't already spell trouble... Anyway! Part of the plan involved a bit of magic, and slightly tricky magic, even, so they decided to find a place to practise undisturbed. The crawlspace off the museum would be perfect, and so they snuck down there, late at night. He was of course the perfect gentleman, helping her in first, and looking out for anyone noticing them. As he is the better sneaker, he cast the Muffliato on the area, and we decided against light, as to make ourselves less obvious. In pitch-blackness, he put his hand on her leg to take aim, and of course, Skylar stiffened up at the contact, especially when the hand traveled up her thigh. And he cast the spell. A brief feeling of trust flashed through her, but she shook it off and told him he had to mean it. Another Truperio hit her, and this time it worked. She leaned into his hand, and when he claimed to be the Queen of England, and told her she was up past curfew, she apologized to "her majesty". He ended the spell and practically fell over, laughing. She started laughing, too, though really trying to fight it.
Her turn. She took his hand to be able to feel him relax when the spell would work, and readied herself. It worked on her first try, of course, but since he willingly offered information, without her prompting him, he asked her to recast it to make sure. He took her hand by his own accord, as she cast the secondtime. This time she told him she was his pet owl, and she was nagging him for attention. He stroked his free hand through her hair, and when she told him she was hooting, he shushed and soothed her. She ended the spell with a smile at the care she knew she'd see him display for the bird, and he froze, his hand still tangled in her hair.
She expected him to pull away, then. But he didn't. He leaned towards her, and her breath hitched, her frame freezing. Even in the complete darkness, she could feel him leaning in, and she managed to say his name, a whispered question. And he jerked back, accidentally tugging her hair from the force. Both of their breaths were shaky, hands fumbling, legs uncoordinated, as they scrambled out of the crawlspace, and went to make use of that spell, going in each direction to find their target.
It didn't escape Skylar's notice that Ren's movements were more clumsy and that he was trying to hide the fact that he was heaving for breath. She revelled in having an effect on him. At the sametime, she thought of Fianna and Francesca, feeling guilty for what almost happened. Feeling guilty for enjoying the close proximity with him. Feeling guilty for wanting him. She told herself it was the dark. The dark, the contact, the lingering emotions of complete and utter trust. That was all. And nothing happened.
Tonight, they had an argument about the pureblood party. Fianna won't go, as she feels unwelcome, and she is, as a halfblood. And he wanted Skylar to take her to the other party, the one Jesse hosts to make sure all muggleborns and halfbloods doesn't feel left out. Skylar wasn't thrilled. For many reasons. First of all, cause she's opposed to the whole exclusion of "lower borns", and hates that Ren is going. He did point out he had to, cause it is hosted by his distant family, and it has consequences if he isn't there. Second of all, Sky doesn't like that he's taking Francesca, Skylars girlfriend, so they can talk. She doesn't know what he'll tell Cesca, and that makes her nervous. Third, despite having made up with Fianna, she isn't thrilled about the prospect of having to babysit her ex's new girlfriend. Especially with the whole still-being-in-love-with-him thing.
And she's picking fights with him a lot, because it frustrates her. Really frustrates her. Cesca isn't too happy, either. She and Sky had a major fight over the whole.. muggle issue. And then a minor one over her and Ren switching rooms, to live together. Even when she was told it was just a scam to make Octavius stay away. And with Cesca going to the Purebloods only event, Skylar isn't exactly ecstatic.
A lot of arguments have been rising about different equality issues lately, and Skylar has, of course, been championing her cause. And she got a most unexpected but highly treasured letter from a professor, supporting her in her defense of certain methods. He does not entirely agree with her, but he highly respects her vision, means and explorative mind. And he shared some rather personal details with her, trusting her to keep them secret, which she will, of course. And I think, in this time of arguments and disagreement, she will turn to another professor, seeking his council and friendship on the matters at hand.
I think that was it for wizarding school, for now. Now, to something else.
I talked to M about the whole potential rumour-outbreak. I wanted to make sure he was prepared, in case anything showed up in his end, so he could talk to the girlfriend up front, and make sure she knows he and I are no more than friends. And we got to talking, he asked a few questions, I answered, and he ended up wanting to go see, himself. I didn't hold him back, I felt it was his right. And his reaction startled us both. He felt protective of me. And he couldn'tfigure out if it was in the boyfriend-jalousy category, or the overprotective older brother category. We agreed he could get an honorary spot as older-brother-pretending-to-be-boyfriend, as long as we never read into how screwed up that sounded, ans had a laugh over that.
But he felt protective, and he also felt the need to react to it. Partly for him, partly to defend me. He asked if that would be crossing a line, and I simply told him the truth. I'm not angry, I don'thave a need to say anything to the ex, I only felt anything on his behalf, so I guess the protectiveness goes both way. And that if he felt the need to react, I wouldn't agree or get in his way, that was entirely up to him.
I don't know what he said, or what the response was. I asked not to. But M did share a songtext with me, which he told me he had quoted. And it just.. I don't know, it struck a nerve.
Dry your eyes mate
I know it's hard, but her mind has been made up
There's plenty more fish in the sea
Dry your eyes mate
I know you want to make her see how much this pain hurts
But you've got to walk away now
It's over
It seems very fitting, compared to how I feel the.. I want to be friends and still I hurt you-thing has played out. Basically, it fits with how he's been acting since the first time he wanted to tell me about her and I said no. And M doesn't know all that, so it just struck me again how he sees me. He sees me.
He told me he had never gotten to defend his sister, cause she is older than him, and maybe that was why he felt so defensive over me. I told him that sometimes, I miss having my brother protect me. He is now my Metabrother, and I am his Metasister.
I love him, in a totally platonic way.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Burning to comment?