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RP: Where do we go from here?

May 10, 2007 17:16

Date: May 10, 2005
Characters: Rita Skeeter, Ollivander
Location: Ollivander's shop
Status: Private
Summary: It's definitely been more than two weeks
Completion: Complete

( She wanted to wrap herself around him and try and make it better. She wanted to turn and run. )

may 2005, ollivander, place: ollivander's wand shop, rita skeeter

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shh_ollivander May 18 2007, 23:30:05 UTC

These days without answers had taken their toll on Ollivander. Most of his time was spent in his parlour re-reading various books and plays, smoking up his stash, and cultivating a new plant to replace the old one when that was all used up ( ... )

shh_rita May 19 2007, 05:51:42 UTC

So he was back to calling her 'Miss Skeeter' again, was he?

"Evening," she smiled, slipping in through the door, taking in his appearance. He looked well enough - well dressed and groomed as always - but he was, well, stoned, wasn't he? Somehow, she doubted it was in the same mood as the last time she'd found him in such a state.

He looked fine, but he didn't look particularly well.

"Tea would be lovely," she said. A moment followed in which she had no idea what to say. "I... How's your hand?"

shh_ollivander May 19 2007, 13:01:30 UTC

He held up his hand to show her it had healed. "Just a burn and a split nail. Nothing broken, nothing bent the wrong way. Nothing sprained. The room was swaying as he walked, and he had to make a conscious effort not to let it affect his own movement. Well, it was just a short distance to the chair, anyway.

"I hope you don't mind pouring out. You know where the cups are, would you?" he asked politely. He felt old. Not necessarily a bad thing, but awkward and not the impression he wanted to give really. Still, he was never one for pretense, and if this was the state he was in, then that shall be what Rita sees. Best she know the results of his research so they can all just get on with things.

"You know, I contacted one of my friends last week. It was interesting to say the least. She's under the impression that isolation isn't healthy for anyone.

shh_rita May 19 2007, 13:37:45 UTC

"Of course," she answered, watching him move rather mechanically toward the chair and sink into it. She crossed the kitchen, reached up to pull one of the cups from his cupboard, then made her way over to sit with him.

Rita poured herself a cup of tea and leaned back in her seat, intrigued by his words but finding herself chuckling anyway. "Under the impression? You make it sound like she's out of her mind. I would say she's absolutely right. One's own company is only interesting for a short while."

This probably wasn't a laughing matter, though. "What did you ask her?"

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shh_ollivander May 20 2007, 13:25:32 UTC

"Perhaps not," Ollivander said, running his fingers through his hair. "But it isn't something that just anyone can do. And I must be completely impartial. I have no choice, actually. I don't sense evil or good like others do. People are what they are. Wizards do what they do. There are all kinds that share this world and no matter what happens, that will never change ( ... )

shh_rita May 20 2007, 14:38:06 UTC

Rits was slightly disconcerted by his use of the past tense when talking about their intimacies. Whatever his limitations, she still enjoyed his company. She was still attracted to him. She didn't want it to end just yet.

"Well," she said, lifting her own refilled cup of tea, "Nothing's changed within me." A chuckle. "Did you think explaining yourself to me would suddenly make me lose interest? I don't see that anything's changed, really. You haven't become someone different, you're just telling me why you are who you are. Why would I feel any differently?"

She smiled, taking a sip. Studied him. She didn't really understand where the conflict was, honestly. She decided to say so.

"What is the situation? Is there one, really? There didn't seem to be before. We enjoy each other's company, however that might be. I haven't tried to push you one way or the other, using this friendship as a weapon, and I don't intend to. If it isn't forbidden for wandmakers to take lovers, then neither of us has done anything wrong. I don't see where ( ... )

shh_ollivander May 20 2007, 15:44:56 UTC

There wasn't a way to easily explain any of this. Actually, it was rather difficult for Ollivander to remember all of the rules, himself, at times. If he hadn't been ruled by them for so many years, he might have transgressed so often that...

"It's all up to me, you see? What I decide to give what I decide to take. Of course the special circumstances around my being also have some sort of effect on the situation, but that's realy more of a side-note. I just need to decide what I want to do and how I want to proceed."

Whether I want to continue the way things have always been, or let myself go and choose to let things come to their natural end."We need a new wand maker in England." Ollivander took a sip of his tea and ran his thumb along the rim of his cup. "I'm the only one left around, and although there aren't as many wizards around, those that are coming of age will need wands. My stores will last less than a century, and even if there were enough to go around, who would distribute them? Who would make sure the wizard and the ( ... )

shh_rita May 20 2007, 16:37:33 UTC

Rita blinked. And sipped her tea. And stared. And tried to work out just what the fuck that had to do with anything?

It sounded like he was talking about not being around any more. Like he was considering his own mortality. But... what? Where was his mind going> How had he moved from having a lover to his own death? Were the two connected? What on earth?

"What are you talking about, Ollivander? A new wandmaker? Where are you going?"

His thought process was impossible to follow. He was leaving things out and telling her parts. Not intriguing tidbits, this time, but chunks of his thought as he moved along, leaving out the parts that would make it all make sense. She was having trouble following.

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shh_ollivander May 23 2007, 05:30:53 UTC

The climax wasn't important. Oh, it might have been to Rita, but not to him. It was very quick, and he was still a long way off, but the look of desperation in her face was all too telling. This wasn't a game, but Rita still couldn't stand for inequality in what they had between them ( ... )

shh_rita May 23 2007, 12:23:28 UTC

She knew it could have been more, could have been better, but the angle was bad, her hand was trembling, and it was the best she could do. But she would bring him with her. She'd set out to give him release but she'd only achieved her own.

When finally he shook, arched his own throat and joined her, she collapsed against him, hot and heaving, blouse sticking to her. In silence they regained their breath. She brushed her lips against his forehead, let her own fall against it.

He asked her to stay, and she almost said no. Almost let herself be frightened by the idea. But no, when he asked her to stay with him that was all he wanted. No promises. No declarations. He needed someone, and he wanted it to be her. For the night.

She threaded her fingers through his and slid off his lap. "Come," she murmured, urging him up.

shh_ollivander May 23 2007, 12:40:42 UTC

Ollivander stood and righted himself. He buttoned his trousers, but let his shirt hang out in the front. His legs felt weak and tired, and he began to really feel his age as he stood there. Between the weed and the emotional exhaustion, it was a miracle he actually made it through the sex intact ( ... )

shh_rita May 24 2007, 03:32:43 UTC

His grip was a bit tighter on her elbow than usual, as they climbed the stairs, and his footsteps slow. Rita was used to having to walk quickly to keep up with him, and so found herself constantly stepping ahead of him, then having to reign herself in to keep a hold of his arm ( ... )

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