Comments | lolocracy: I'll Never Never Land

man_nav_naudas in lolocracy

I'll Never Never Land

Oct 23, 2010 15:18

WHO: He Who Never Wants to Grow Up and The Boy That Could
WHEN: Friday (October 22) Night; near curfew
WHERE: The Library
WHAT: A story cannot write itself. Is that so hard to believe? Clap your hands and hold on tight...

( So just think happy thoughts... )

status: incomplete, getting to knooooow you, imma gay fish gay fish~, sealand, i wanna write you a love song, i'm not copping a feel..., fail!flirting, can you feel teh ghey tonight?, first times are always good times, it's a "surprise", what are personal boundaries?, frankly my dear- i don't give a damn, do you believe in maaagic?, it's always the quiet ones, it's pronounced 'aww-ngst', let's talk about feeeelings~, all you need is love, we are golden, latvia, this thread will give you cavities, stay in school kids, it's all completely innocent here

Comments 9

longlivesealand October 23 2010, 22:24:47 UTC

Back row, the second shelf from the right had become a second home to Peter over his years. The worn spines of every book on the shelf was his doing. Frayed pages of the Muggle literature he had read over and over again. What was a policeman and a fireman? How did a Muggle killing a mocking bird? Why did the caged bird sing? Every word on every page spoke of a world he was not a part of but so desperately wanted to be ( ... )

man_nav_naudas October 23 2010, 23:08:02 UTC

The shout of surprise was expected.
The shun in that response-

Raivis flinched, pinked and out of breath and too weary to do more than sink down on his knees beside the wounded lion feeling he himself had been the one to sink fangs into its pride. The tie, eternally emerald green and silver, gripped suddenly like a noose. Tight, restraining.

He tugged at it self consciously, bracing a palm against Fall of the House of Usher and Aesop's Fables as he inhaled slowly and glanced at his friend through lowered lashes. Victory had never before felt so much like defeat. Apologies- for winning? For things he knew not quite what- lay temptingly on his tongue but what came when he found the words again was merely a quiet, tentative, "What are you reading-?"

longlivesealand October 23 2010, 23:36:25 UTC

Peter begrudgingly slid over, leaving enough room for Raivis to sit if the Slytherin wanted. It was not an invitation; just a kind gentlemanly gesture. When asked what he was reading, he took utmost care to bring the book up for Raivis to see the cover.

"Peter Pan, Or The Boy Who Wouldn't Grow Up," Peter repeated the title word for word. "It's my favorite Muggle story, you know. It was the first Muggle book I read... because it had my name with it."

He watched Raivis' hand glided over the books.

"Have you ever read any Muggle stories? They are... fascinating. Sometimes, it's like they know about us and write things about us, you know! Of course, they think magic is all make-believe, but... you should give a try... sometimes, I suppose. If you have the time for it. I suppose that Braginsky keeps you very busy."

man_nav_naudas October 24 2010, 04:31:50 UTC

And distracted, distraught. He cared about his comrade, yes, but the time he spent amongst the stacks here at the end of the day was what kept him stable. It was there between innumerable copies of Muggle literature and studies that he had, seeking the a text for his classes, met Peter and it was there they would continue their rendezvous. Rival houses though they were, he'd been captivated by his own version of the Boy Who Wouldn't Grow Up ( ... )

Thread 9