Narrative

[bright_lisa]

Who: Oliver, Lisa and an unexpected guest
When: Feb. 3
Where: Abingdon, Oxfordshire Co.
Status: Complete
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A better forgotten part of Lisa's past comes back to haunt her

Seven years had gone by since he last had seen Lisa, and thirteen since he first laid eyes on her. She had always been beautiful, even in her school robes. Her

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[woodatdawn]

It was a good day, Oliver thought, or at least, it had been until he'd rolled his ankle. It wasn't bad, really, nothing ice and propping it up wouldn't fix - or maybe Lisa knew a spell? Or a potion? He laughed derisively as he hobbled to a thicket of bushes along the edge of the park and, ducking behind a tree, he apparated straight into the kitchen, facing the fridge. Lucky for him he had such a lovely, intelligent girlfriend to fix him up when he pushed himself too hard.

"Mo nighean donn!" he called, not realising she was five feet behind him being manhandled by a Bulgarian. He grabbed a dish towel and opened the freezer for some ice. He turned, leaning against the counter and catching sight of Lisa, ice scattered across the floor. His nostrils flared, but otherwise, he was immobile. His heart was racing, and he was surprised to feel it beating - though there was no mistaking the pounding throb in his ears. It was a surprise to him because he was sure it had just broken in two.

His girlfriend, his nighean donn, was in the arms of

[bright_lisa]

The moment Lisa heard Oliver's voice in the kitchen, she moved, struggled a little against Vladimir, but it only made him hold on tighter to her. She was sure that Oliver thought the worst, but her only hope was that Francie would tell the truth. And she seemed to, when she barked. Neither Oliver's voice or Francie's warning seemed to stop Vladimir, not until Oliver was speaking to him. He pulled away from Lisa,running his fingers along her face once more, touching her hair, his fingers sliding right over her scar. She held her breath when she felt his fingers unknowingly touch her scar, and he turned to look back at Oliver, smiling smugly. He was very good looking, even when he looked like such an asshole, with that smug grin on his face. He put his arm around Lisa, moving her forward and more into view. She looked terrified

[woodatdawn]

Oliver was raging inside, but his face showed no emotion. Only his eyes, fierce and blue, gave way to anything that might lie beneath. Generations of Highland warriors were clearly evident in him now, every muscle in his body teaming, tightening, preparing for whatever might come. At that moment, given the proper attire, Oliver could fit in well in the fading heather, armed in kilt and sword. His left hand twitched at his side, his right hand secure behind his back, wand at the ready. He feared pulling it out, lest Vladimir take it out on Lisa. He did, however, take a predatory step forward

[bright_lisa]

Lisa was sure that Oliver was mad at her as well, she could easily read the look in his eyes. Vladimir's eyes had been clouded in confusion for a brief moment, but when Oliver told him to unhand Lisa, he didn't need to think about it to understand what Oliver was saying. His anger made Vladimir happier to egg him on. He held Lisa tighter to him in a silent protest, and looked Oliver over, sizing him up. They were roughly the same height, but Vladimir was sure he was more muscular than Oliver. Oliver was too weak to attack him. Or at least, he would be as long as Lisa was between them. She stood just a little bit in front of Vladimir to act as a shield.

"Leesey," he finally said, looking back to her. "I know you have hard times vhen I leave you, but you are very too good for this man, you know." He looked back over at Oliver, eyeing him smugly.