The Dark Is Rising: Will Stanton/Bran Davies, five senses: sight
Title: Giddy
Author/Artist: shanaqui/edenbound (ficjournal)
Theme: Sight
Rating: PG
There was no time to be nervous, once the train pulled into the station in Tywyn. For some reason, there was an inordinately large number of people who wanted to get off at the usually quiet stop, and he had to utilise a great deal of concentration and patience, not to mention physical force, to get out of the doors in time seconds before the train, apparently running late and impatient to be off, pulled out of the station. He took a moment to catch his breath, and then looked up -- and Bran was there, and it took his breath away all over again.
He dragged his suitcase over, trying for a smile, trying to look as if he wasn't completely captivated and awestruck and just finding out that he'd actually been head over heels for this boy for quite a while. "Bran," he said, not taking his eyes off him: his pale skin and golden eyes no less strange than they'd been a year ago, though he'd grown and the smile on his lips seemed to fit there more naturally than it had.
"Will," Bran returned, smirking just a little and reaching out to grab one or two of his bags. "I'd've asked Rhys or John to give us a lift, but they're busy, so we've my car -- the one I share with Da, I mean. It might fall apart on us on the way up, though."
"That's okay," Will said, and he still felt breathless, and he still felt giddy and on the tail end of an epiphany, and he fumbled a little as he followed Bran to the car and helped him put his things in the boot. Bran paused for a moment, looking him over and smiling, and that was -- somehow, that made Will's heart catch and then soar, and it really didn't help him feel any more steady.
"You've grown, Will-bach," Bran said, looking him over consideringly. "Awful handsome these days, you are."
Will tried his hardest not to flush.
Author/Artist: shanaqui/edenbound (ficjournal)
Theme: Sight
Rating: PG
There was no time to be nervous, once the train pulled into the station in Tywyn. For some reason, there was an inordinately large number of people who wanted to get off at the usually quiet stop, and he had to utilise a great deal of concentration and patience, not to mention physical force, to get out of the doors in time seconds before the train, apparently running late and impatient to be off, pulled out of the station. He took a moment to catch his breath, and then looked up -- and Bran was there, and it took his breath away all over again.
He dragged his suitcase over, trying for a smile, trying to look as if he wasn't completely captivated and awestruck and just finding out that he'd actually been head over heels for this boy for quite a while. "Bran," he said, not taking his eyes off him: his pale skin and golden eyes no less strange than they'd been a year ago, though he'd grown and the smile on his lips seemed to fit there more naturally than it had.
"Will," Bran returned, smirking just a little and reaching out to grab one or two of his bags. "I'd've asked Rhys or John to give us a lift, but they're busy, so we've my car -- the one I share with Da, I mean. It might fall apart on us on the way up, though."
"That's okay," Will said, and he still felt breathless, and he still felt giddy and on the tail end of an epiphany, and he fumbled a little as he followed Bran to the car and helped him put his things in the boot. Bran paused for a moment, looking him over and smiling, and that was -- somehow, that made Will's heart catch and then soar, and it really didn't help him feel any more steady.
"You've grown, Will-bach," Bran said, looking him over consideringly. "Awful handsome these days, you are."
Will tried his hardest not to flush.