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Oct 09, 2007 20:46

:Week Name/Date/Time: 'Sometimes You Just Can't Win'/ Saturday, September 23, 2006/ 1:15 PM
Location: The Infirmary
Open to: Brinley, Illiad, and a very disturbed Madame Pomfrey
Currently Involving: Lou-boo!

RUNRUNRUNRUNRUNRUN!

That was the noise Louvika Hawkin's brain made. It sounded, actually, a bit trainish. Intresting thought to ponder later, but ( Read more... )

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loopdeelou October 10 2007, 04:18:11 UTC

Pomfrey, of course, used to years of working with teenagers, had found that nothing could surprise her. Not even this. Who didn't know that Mr. Quidditch-Playing-And-Occasionally-Getting-Injured-In-The-Process Illiad Hawkins was light in the loafers? She arched an eyebrow at Brinley, sitting there. "Really," she said, dryly, "would've thought he'd gone for someone a little nicer, the poor soul. But there's teenagers for you." She marked something off on her clipboard ( ... )

brinley_watson October 11 2007, 06:02:13 UTC

His eyes rose to watch Louvika's retreating back and the second the door was closed? "...she was seriously damaging my calm," he murmured. "Did you ever realize that you were related to, quite possibly, the most annoying human that was ever allowed the right to live?"

See, and that was a drastic change from the way he had acted less than a minute earlier, yes, but if Louvika was gone, he had nothing to play up to. He'd not dwell on the subject, however, as Illiad did deserve his attention ( ... )

loopdeelou October 11 2007, 06:13:25 UTC

Illiad worked well with orders from Brinley, in fact, he worked better with this order than if he'd had it as an option. If you disobeyed an order, you made the person not only mad by dispointed. But if you were given the option and didn't follow through... it just didn't feel the same. And when Brinley's eyes met his... Illiad felt as though he couldn't hold them there. He looked quickly down to the sheets between the pair of them, his own grey eyes wide and nervous ( ... )

brinley_watson October 11 2007, 06:23:53 UTC

Yet another reason why the two were a perfect match. Illiad worked best under orders and Brinley expressed his feelings by giving them. He was never the sort to use 'please' or 'thank you'. He was demanding and brash, even to those that he cared for the most. Illiad, of course, would be the one and only person in this category. He had lived the sort of life where demanding what one wanted was the way to get it. It was really the only way he knew how to communicate ( ... )

loopdeelou October 11 2007, 06:35:32 UTC

Sleepy eyes found the awake ones once more and Illiad tried to comprehend what was going on there. Could it be? No, of course not. He was still a little woozey from the fainting, after all. He was imagining things, of course. That had to be it. Brinley would never express such an emotion.

Yet part of Illiad's heart was leaping for joy inside his chest.

Love, love, love! You love me, I can see it! I know it! The thought was glorious, like food to his unnourished body. He smiled a bright and contented smile, only to have the thing taken away by a kiss ( ... )

brinley_watson October 12 2007, 00:55:55 UTC

Well, it was only natural that after three-odd years of dating someone, they'd have some sort of strong feelings for their mate. However, Brinley wasn't that sort. The denial of that emotion, and the doubts that he could even feel them, absolutely assisted in the restraint of said feelings. He had practically rendered himself unable to even feel them by doubt alone. Perhaps he did. Perhaps he really, really did. That day, and it's horrible scare, had shined a bit of light on the situation for Brinley.

Really, he had been terrifiedHad he known that Illiad was pegging that look in his eyes that way, he'd have punched him square in the jaw just to take his attention off of it. If ever there was a day in which Brinley could admit to himself that he loved Illiad, well.. he'd not go rushing off to tell the other boy. Love was a powerful emotion, one that gave people power over the ones that fell for them. He'd not easily give that sort of power to another person. It was his to toy with ( ... )

homely_illiad October 12 2007, 01:53:41 UTC

Realizing that he wasn't going to get any more affection off of Brinley, Illiad sunk back into the pillows, closing his eyes and rolling them at Brinley's words. Really, he hadn't done it on purpose! You'd think he was an attention starved puppy by the way Brinley was speaking to him!

Well...

Stuffing his cold hands under the covers and crossing them at his waist, Illiad opened his eyes. What good would it be to argue? Brinley would just get mad, and Illiad was probably too weak to leave anyways. He didn't want to faint again. Brinley would be pissed. But the thought of lying with Brinley, in his own bed back in the dungeons was definately more appealing. The dungeons weren't so... white. The color of the sheets, the floor, even the ceiling and the cabinets! They almost burned through Illiad's eyelids when he tried to sleep, so bright they were! Honestly, where was the warmth?

Right there. The dark color of Brinley's shirt caught Illiad's face, and he almost flushed with longing. If only he could convince Brinley to snuggle with ( ... )

brinley_watson October 12 2007, 02:12:05 UTC

There were many various things that were higher up on the list then snuggling. In fact, licking snails and peeling off one's toenails were higher up. Bowing to a Gryffindor. Kissing a girl. Yep, there were many things he'd rather do. He'd rather do anything that didn't involve snuggling without a damn good reason.

He did, however, notice the way Illiad was laying in his bed. He looked cold. With a sigh that showed that he really, really didn't want to do it, Brinley tossed the magazine back down, pulled himself from his chair, and strolled over to the small table that held their collective cloaks. His own was removed and with an unsavoury look on his face, he draped it across his lover's body.

There. Compassion. DoneAnd with that, he returned to his seat and magazine ( ... )

loopdeelou October 12 2007, 02:26:45 UTC

Well, you made do with what you had. And when you loved Brinley Watson, it was never *exactly* what you wanted. But you made do with it and you were happy to get just that. Compassion! Illiad wouldn't have been surprised if Brinley had ignored him, or complained himself about the cold and taken away his blanket. Still.

As Brinley spoke of Andrew however, a certain mantra came into Illi's head so very unlike his usual, "I am ice." It went something like this: "Killkillkillkill." Infact, he physically shivered with dislike, but put it off by pulling the cloak closer around him and snuggling into it. The pleasent scent of Brinley's cologne washed over him and he felt an odd sort of peace, the mantra vanishing from his mind.

He knew Andy and Lou were friends. How many times had he heard her blatering on about his idiot face during summer holidays? 'Andy-Pandy Frazer! Oh, Illi, he's just a positive dear! Look at the letter he sent me! HA! I just remembered this time-- oh, but you weren't there-- he said this thing, it was just so funny ( ... )

brinley_watson October 13 2007, 15:45:37 UTC

Sometimes Brinley was nearly human. In all honesty, giving Illiad his cloak and even draping it upon him was akin to pulling bloody teeth. He hadn't wanted to do it, but.. he was sick, whatever, and would likely run off and tell Lou that he had been so mean and really, would Lou believe a word he said if that was the case? No no. It was best if he at least tried somewhat to make his boyfriend happy ( ... )

homely_illiad October 13 2007, 17:52:30 UTC

Brinley apperently did not have the same sort of family that Illiad did. The Hawkins were impossible to keep away. Illiad had tried-- he'd bought padlocks, tons of them. He'd convinced Circe, his older sister, who was allowed to do magic since she no longer attended school and was over seventeen, to put hexes on his door during times when family was visiting. No such luck. He'd begged his parents to let him stay at home during the annual family camp out-- a time when hundreds of Hawkins from all over the world would be crowded in a couple of little cabins at some Scottish Loch. But of course, they'd said no. Family is important, Illiad, his mother had warned him sternly. She was usually one to take his side during these debates. They already say you're odd, his father had concurred. Being that you're in Slytherin and all... prove them wrong, son. Show them your stout Gryffindor heart!

Sometimes Illiad wondered if his father ever got into Louvika's dirigible plum collection, the way he believed in things that didn't exist.

"Really," ( ... )

brinley_watson October 13 2007, 18:09:39 UTC

Oh no. Brinley's family was dramatically different. His Muggle father's family, robbed of the ability to know what their son married into, were kept away from the children. The majority of the five boys had threatened to tell them everything about the wizarding world if they were forced to meet, so to keep certain Wizard rules from being broken, his Mum & Dad had no choice but to keep the children away from them. Oh, the rules they'd break. At least three of the four would get themselves thrown in Azkaban and wouldn't mind it at all, especially if it meant they'd never have to see those disgusting creatures again ( ... )

homely_illiad October 13 2007, 18:25:46 UTC

Illiad didn't like that sneer. It tore him apart inside. He'd seen it used before, but never to him! That seemed almost unholy. Here he was, Brinley definate favorite, and he was recieving that sneer reserved for twits and prats! Had Louvika downgraded him that far in Brinley's mind? That girl... she was always meddling where she didn't need to be! Illiad felt a hot spurt of anger rise up in his chest. He clenched his fists and his cheeks flushed in a way that Brinley had probably never seen before. He was angry-- he was pissed ( ... )

brinley_watson October 13 2007, 18:42:36 UTC

That was one thing that anyone dealing with Brinley Watson positively had to understand. He was posessive and had never been the type to share his things. It was a bitter pill of hypocracy, as he'd never deal with anyone acting that way towards or about him in return, but it was how he operated. He didn't want anyone to be closer or mean more or anywhere near as much as he did to Illiad ( ... )

homely_illiad October 13 2007, 18:55:33 UTC

Illiad's entire being seemed to shake. How was he supposed to deal with this? He felt sincere anger with his eyes for betraying him in this fashion-- completely unfair. But then again, he had Hawkins eyes. No wonder that while he was betraying his family, they would betray him back. God, I'm becoming like her, he thought, ashamedly, cursing his own grief inspiried lunacy.

But what was this nosh about Brinley never lying?! Skirting the truth, in Illiad's opinion, counted as lying. You've probably just run into a bannister or something.... Those words filled Illiad's mind and heart and made him sick to his stomach. He'd always supported that lying, even made up the lies for him! But... Illiad was in no position to accuse Brinley of this. He was already in the dog house-- and he figured if he did anything else to upset the boy, he'd be dropped then and there. And how was he supposed to deal with that?

He wouldn't. He couldn't. He'd draw his wand and Avada Kedavra himself then and there. There wasn't anything worth living for without ( ... )

brinley_watson October 13 2007, 19:09:24 UTC

Nooo, he wasn't lying by skirting about everything, he was merely showing how un-detail oriented he was! Telling the skeleton of what happened surely was better than not saying a thing at all! Besides, he rarely had to do that either. Illiad would lie for him, and no one could really be a liar by proxy ( ... )

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