are you ready?... (rp for favorsfire)
He was doing his best, fighting with all his might...but he couldn't stop smiling.
He liked that about her, that smiling came as naturally as breathing. It wasn't lightning bolts and trumpets, more like a soft and broad ray of sunlight touching one's face in the morning, drawing one from sleep to wakefulness with the gentle and welcome insistence of a lover. She drew his smiles out in just that fashion, coaxed real and quiet joy with something as simple as a confession of loneliness and a promise of a visit.
It made him feel human as he slid a jacket on over t-shirt and jeans, human as anyone as he made himself presentable enough to show up at her door. He was a boy, she was a girl, and the pretty, totally composed Yank was carving out a niche in her precious schedule for a vacation.
The small victory made him grin as he parted that curtain of power between worlds and slipped into the Between to re-emerge on her end, again standing before that familiar front door.
And still he couldn't stop smiling as his hand lifted to knock softly, shifting to lean against the jamb as he waited for her to answer.
He liked that about her, that smiling came as naturally as breathing. It wasn't lightning bolts and trumpets, more like a soft and broad ray of sunlight touching one's face in the morning, drawing one from sleep to wakefulness with the gentle and welcome insistence of a lover. She drew his smiles out in just that fashion, coaxed real and quiet joy with something as simple as a confession of loneliness and a promise of a visit.
It made him feel human as he slid a jacket on over t-shirt and jeans, human as anyone as he made himself presentable enough to show up at her door. He was a boy, she was a girl, and the pretty, totally composed Yank was carving out a niche in her precious schedule for a vacation.
The small victory made him grin as he parted that curtain of power between worlds and slipped into the Between to re-emerge on her end, again standing before that familiar front door.
And still he couldn't stop smiling as his hand lifted to knock softly, shifting to lean against the jamb as he waited for her to answer.