RP: Sorry about the wait...
Date: 28 December 2000
Characters: Cormac, Colin
Status: Private
Summary: Colin arrives at Cormac's flat, a little delayed.
Complete: Complete.
Colin wasn't sure what to take with him. He'd owled Cormac just briefly when his boss hadn't, in fact, been all right with him taking time off; Colin had had to delay instead, hoping that it would be all right to arrive slightly later than he'd planned.
Christmas with his family had been uneventful, at best. Perhaps it was the incessant, niggling voice in his head that kept telling him he should have invited Cormac to come along. It seemed that all his thoughts were about the other man, even more so than before. Cormac's face kept swimming into focus when Colin wasn't making a conscious effort to stop it, and he wondered at the ease with which they seemed to be growing closer. Was it that they were so alike? Colin was beginning to learn that while they had many similarities - especially the shyness, which seemed to be prevalent in nearly every instance where they'd seen each other in person - there was something else there.
All his life, it had been Colin who had taken an interest in others. Even in Cormac's case, it had been Colin who'd taken the chance and kissed first: something he'd never have thought to do on his own. It had been him who'd wanted to speak more, him who had wanted to touch and be close, surrounded by Cormac in every way possible. He loved the scent of the other man, the way he looked after a Quidditch match (positively glowing, though Colin could never bring himself to say so aloud)...it was everything. Cormac was intoxicating - and Colin had always been a lightweight.
Shoving various clothing into a small bag his parents had given him in encouragement of travel, he made one last effort to straighten out his appearance, wanting to look decent, if not all-over good. The past few days at work had been stressful, with late shifts and not much communication outside of the few owls he'd managed to send Cormac. Colin was really beginning to feel lonely more than anything. He'd wanted to do something in news, but he was beginning to think that perhaps the time was coming to look for another form of employment. Perhaps even in the magical world.
But that would be something to think about for another time. Right now, he needed to get to Cormac's. He gave his embarrassingly small flat the once-over, making sure nothing would mold over while he was absent. Heading out, he began to whistle.
His body was tired, but alive: jolts of nervous excitement were sliding up his spine, causing him to grin foolishly. When he arrived at Cormac's house, the grip on his bag was tight, his knuckles a fierce white.
"Hi," he said in an impressively casual voice.
Characters: Cormac, Colin
Status: Private
Summary: Colin arrives at Cormac's flat, a little delayed.
Complete: Complete.
Colin wasn't sure what to take with him. He'd owled Cormac just briefly when his boss hadn't, in fact, been all right with him taking time off; Colin had had to delay instead, hoping that it would be all right to arrive slightly later than he'd planned.
Christmas with his family had been uneventful, at best. Perhaps it was the incessant, niggling voice in his head that kept telling him he should have invited Cormac to come along. It seemed that all his thoughts were about the other man, even more so than before. Cormac's face kept swimming into focus when Colin wasn't making a conscious effort to stop it, and he wondered at the ease with which they seemed to be growing closer. Was it that they were so alike? Colin was beginning to learn that while they had many similarities - especially the shyness, which seemed to be prevalent in nearly every instance where they'd seen each other in person - there was something else there.
All his life, it had been Colin who had taken an interest in others. Even in Cormac's case, it had been Colin who'd taken the chance and kissed first: something he'd never have thought to do on his own. It had been him who'd wanted to speak more, him who had wanted to touch and be close, surrounded by Cormac in every way possible. He loved the scent of the other man, the way he looked after a Quidditch match (positively glowing, though Colin could never bring himself to say so aloud)...it was everything. Cormac was intoxicating - and Colin had always been a lightweight.
Shoving various clothing into a small bag his parents had given him in encouragement of travel, he made one last effort to straighten out his appearance, wanting to look decent, if not all-over good. The past few days at work had been stressful, with late shifts and not much communication outside of the few owls he'd managed to send Cormac. Colin was really beginning to feel lonely more than anything. He'd wanted to do something in news, but he was beginning to think that perhaps the time was coming to look for another form of employment. Perhaps even in the magical world.
But that would be something to think about for another time. Right now, he needed to get to Cormac's. He gave his embarrassingly small flat the once-over, making sure nothing would mold over while he was absent. Heading out, he began to whistle.
His body was tired, but alive: jolts of nervous excitement were sliding up his spine, causing him to grin foolishly. When he arrived at Cormac's house, the grip on his bag was tight, his knuckles a fierce white.
"Hi," he said in an impressively casual voice.