Bi-Weekly Response: Five ways I say I love you without the words.
1. She didn't cry, because tears don't fix anything. She didn't let anyone see her scared, because she didn't need that kind of comfort. Instead there was endless beaches along with shells and sunshine. Isn't that enough to make any little girl squeal with joy, and she did. She was joyful and happy in front every audience she had accompanying her. It was when she was alone at night, when they thought her to be sleeping would her true feelings surface. Home. She wanted to go home. She wanted things back to the way they were. When instead of counting down the days since she had seen him and worrying about if she would see him again...she would get to count down the days until she saw him and worry about whether or not she'd be able to win whatever debate they got themselves into. Sighing she'd pull the piece of parchment out of her pocket and mark off another day.
So why when she hears the words, 'we're going home' doesn't that make her happier than she's ever been before? Is it disbelief? Maybe. Fear? Possibly. Whatever it is, she smiles like they would want and packs her bags.
Trips back home never were a long experience, not when you live in the wizarding world. Opening her eyes she is greeted by familiar surroundings, but home is not all that is waiting for her. There he is, saying hello to her Mum. Stella isn't sure what happens next, all she knows is she has dropped everything she was holding and she's staring at him. She's not speaking, she's just staring with her hand in her pocket clasped tightly around the piece of parchment. When he kneels in front of her, her grip tightens and she can feel tears stinging her eyes. Reaching out with the parchment in her grasp she places one hand on each side of his face smushing his cheeks together. A real smile spreads across her face and she leaps into his arms.
"I win."
2. It's late, terribly late but it's no surprise that she's not sleeping. A teenage girl especially this teenage girl doesn't ever get that much sleep anyway. Looking out the window she catches the first snowflake as it falls. By the time she reaches her parents' room the snow fall had gotten heavier. Smiling broadly, she quietly tiptoes to her mum's side of the bed and gently shakes her.
"Come on," she whispered. "I want you to go on adventure with me."
Twenty minutes later they are both sitting on her horse and slowly making their way down a familiar path. No words were spoken. They ride in comfortable silence until they reach the end of their journey. Looking at the breathtaking view of the mountains from the horse, Stella leans back against her mother and smiles. "This has been my favorite adventure yet...." She says that after every one they ever go on and she means it every time.
3. Her wand is shaking a little in her hand, and she looks over at her shoulder at Judas. She had been fine while they had prepared and studied. She hadn't even shown the slightest bit of nervousness as they walked into the forest. But now? Now that all three of them were standing there in the dark she had to admit that she was a little frightened. She felt Judas' hand on her shoulder and she nodded.
"I'm fine."
Her gaze turns to a very young version of her Grandpa and she just stares at him for a long moment. "You're the greatest man I've ever known, don't forget that part okay." Two seconds later her wand is raised and the spell is cast. After they make sure it has worked, without a word she takes off running. She runs all the way to the castle and through the halls to her Grandpa's office. Once inside she takes a seat and folds her arms over the desk resting her chin on her hands. She meets his dark eyes with her own and somehow she just knows.
His brow arches as he looks at her, "Miss Savage?"
"Nothing." Smiling a little she closes her eyes and falls to sleep.
4. A babies cry is very distinctive, it can't be mistaken for anything else and Merlin is it loud. It doesn't change as the child gets older, quite frankly in Stella's opinion it gets louder once they reach their toddler years. As loud as it is? She can't stand it when her brother cries. It makes her want to find whatever it is that has caused him harm and hex it into oblivion. If there was a way to hex nightmares she would. Which is why every night when she is at home she sleeps on the floor by his crib. Which is why every morning that she's home her parents find her still on the floor, with little Brando cradled protectively in her arms.
5. She can't remember how long it's been, but she doesn't beg. If something or someone doesn't want to be around her she considers it their loss and keeps right on moving. Not this time though. What she hates more than anything is the fact that he got under her skin. He's always there in her thoughts and her damn heart just won't shut up. No wait, hate isn't the right word because if she hated it so much wouldn't she be okay with the fact that he's not around anymore? Whatever it is, it's tearing her up inside. So taking a deep breath she tries to regain her composure.
But things don't always go as planned do they? Life has an annoying sense of humor and tends to throw the unexpected your way. Seeing him standing there, is definitely one of those moments. Blinking a few times, to make sure he's really there, she gulps. Damnit, she had all these things she wanted to say but she's lost them somewhere between the time she caught the first glimpse of him and her heart beginning to yell profusely at her.
One foot in front of the other, she moves over to him. "Hi."
That's all she manages to get out. Hi? Merlin! Someone should mark this day in the books somewhere. Stella Lestrange-Savage can't think of anything to say aside from HI. It wasn't suppose to be this hard was it? She's only known him since she was four years old. Shaking her head she sighs a little. Of course it was suppose to be this hard. This was new territory for her, but you have to walk before you run.
So she brings her leg back and kicks him gently, meeting his eyes with a small smile. One tug of her hair is all it takes for her to wrap her arms around him and press her lips to his. The words would come, but for now going back to the basics, starting over with what they had done in the beginning was enough to make her heart stop screaming....and start singing.
So why when she hears the words, 'we're going home' doesn't that make her happier than she's ever been before? Is it disbelief? Maybe. Fear? Possibly. Whatever it is, she smiles like they would want and packs her bags.
Trips back home never were a long experience, not when you live in the wizarding world. Opening her eyes she is greeted by familiar surroundings, but home is not all that is waiting for her. There he is, saying hello to her Mum. Stella isn't sure what happens next, all she knows is she has dropped everything she was holding and she's staring at him. She's not speaking, she's just staring with her hand in her pocket clasped tightly around the piece of parchment. When he kneels in front of her, her grip tightens and she can feel tears stinging her eyes. Reaching out with the parchment in her grasp she places one hand on each side of his face smushing his cheeks together. A real smile spreads across her face and she leaps into his arms.
"I win."
2. It's late, terribly late but it's no surprise that she's not sleeping. A teenage girl especially this teenage girl doesn't ever get that much sleep anyway. Looking out the window she catches the first snowflake as it falls. By the time she reaches her parents' room the snow fall had gotten heavier. Smiling broadly, she quietly tiptoes to her mum's side of the bed and gently shakes her.
"Come on," she whispered. "I want you to go on adventure with me."
Twenty minutes later they are both sitting on her horse and slowly making their way down a familiar path. No words were spoken. They ride in comfortable silence until they reach the end of their journey. Looking at the breathtaking view of the mountains from the horse, Stella leans back against her mother and smiles. "This has been my favorite adventure yet...." She says that after every one they ever go on and she means it every time.
3. Her wand is shaking a little in her hand, and she looks over at her shoulder at Judas. She had been fine while they had prepared and studied. She hadn't even shown the slightest bit of nervousness as they walked into the forest. But now? Now that all three of them were standing there in the dark she had to admit that she was a little frightened. She felt Judas' hand on her shoulder and she nodded.
"I'm fine."
Her gaze turns to a very young version of her Grandpa and she just stares at him for a long moment. "You're the greatest man I've ever known, don't forget that part okay." Two seconds later her wand is raised and the spell is cast. After they make sure it has worked, without a word she takes off running. She runs all the way to the castle and through the halls to her Grandpa's office. Once inside she takes a seat and folds her arms over the desk resting her chin on her hands. She meets his dark eyes with her own and somehow she just knows.
His brow arches as he looks at her, "Miss Savage?"
"Nothing." Smiling a little she closes her eyes and falls to sleep.
4. A babies cry is very distinctive, it can't be mistaken for anything else and Merlin is it loud. It doesn't change as the child gets older, quite frankly in Stella's opinion it gets louder once they reach their toddler years. As loud as it is? She can't stand it when her brother cries. It makes her want to find whatever it is that has caused him harm and hex it into oblivion. If there was a way to hex nightmares she would. Which is why every night when she is at home she sleeps on the floor by his crib. Which is why every morning that she's home her parents find her still on the floor, with little Brando cradled protectively in her arms.
5. She can't remember how long it's been, but she doesn't beg. If something or someone doesn't want to be around her she considers it their loss and keeps right on moving. Not this time though. What she hates more than anything is the fact that he got under her skin. He's always there in her thoughts and her damn heart just won't shut up. No wait, hate isn't the right word because if she hated it so much wouldn't she be okay with the fact that he's not around anymore? Whatever it is, it's tearing her up inside. So taking a deep breath she tries to regain her composure.
But things don't always go as planned do they? Life has an annoying sense of humor and tends to throw the unexpected your way. Seeing him standing there, is definitely one of those moments. Blinking a few times, to make sure he's really there, she gulps. Damnit, she had all these things she wanted to say but she's lost them somewhere between the time she caught the first glimpse of him and her heart beginning to yell profusely at her.
One foot in front of the other, she moves over to him. "Hi."
That's all she manages to get out. Hi? Merlin! Someone should mark this day in the books somewhere. Stella Lestrange-Savage can't think of anything to say aside from HI. It wasn't suppose to be this hard was it? She's only known him since she was four years old. Shaking her head she sighs a little. Of course it was suppose to be this hard. This was new territory for her, but you have to walk before you run.
So she brings her leg back and kicks him gently, meeting his eyes with a small smile. One tug of her hair is all it takes for her to wrap her arms around him and press her lips to his. The words would come, but for now going back to the basics, starting over with what they had done in the beginning was enough to make her heart stop screaming....and start singing.