Jun 15, 2008 17:52
So.
I seem to have acquired a diploma-shaped thing.
O.O!!!!!!!!
Guys, if you want to give me a graduation present, leave me drabble prompts please! It's a long flight home tomorrow, and a longer few weeks after that as that whole Real World Terror thing starts to hit, and so write-y distractions would be useful for both.
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“You got taller.” Elle’s tone is blank. It’s impossible to tell what she thinks about this development just yet.
“It does happen,” Jamie says, swinging around to face her. “Hullo to you too, nice to see you, and yes, I’ve been well, thanks for asking -” but Elle has already started snickering.
Some of the hair feathering over Jamie’s chin and cheeks disappears into creases around the corners of his mouth as he grins. “Ah, you noticed the beard.” He is terribly proud of it. It adds three years to his apparent age at least, he’s positive - or it will when it’s done. He has to admit that it’s not quite finished yet.
“That’s not a beard,” Elle says, and extends three fingers to investigate. She runs them lightly over the brown fuzz on his lower lip. Jamie shifts in his seat, and decides to hold back on responding until she’s done. It’s been decades since he saw Elle, for him, and he’d forgotten quite how touchy-feely she can ( ... )
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Jamie boy, he tells himself, this is not a smart move. Yes, she’s very pretty and you like her quite a lot, but she can also kill you with one little finger - and all right, you happen to rather like that in a girl. But still.
The one comfort is that Elle, being Elle, probably does not flirt like ordinary people, so it’s possible that she won’t realize.
He looks at her hopefully to see if she has. She smiles, not a particularly nice smile but that’s normal for Elle, and gives him another shock.
Maybe that’s Elle’s version of flirting ( ... )
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