Date: 8 June 2005 Characters: Mandy Brocklehurst, Zacharias Smith Location: The Market Status: Private Summary: Shopping sucks, but Mandy makes it bearable. Completion: Incomplete
Mandy frowned, looking at the package in her hand. There were two different brands, one you had to add eggs and water to, and one only water. She might need a couple of tries to get it right, so she should probably take two of each brand. Perhaps three, to make sure. They were Muggle groceries, of course, and she had a waffle iron for use with charms, and all kinds of things could go wrong in the encounter between batter and iron. Maybe best she tried them out on her own, first. She was determined to figure it out, but she was getting tired of public humiliation in the process. Well, it had only been Zach, and he hadn't teased her about it yet, but if she kept making funny waffles there must be limits to his self-control
( ... )
Mandy stood in a daze as Zach closed his palm over her hand, shut his eyes, kissed her fingertips. The gesture was almost unbearably tender, and it was answer enough. There was a slight tremor in her whole body as she saw him pick up the bags and go into the kitchen, moving with a deliberate quiet that somehow said everything about the churning emotion under the surface control
( ... )
A soft touch to his back and Zach was amazed that she still wanted to touch him at all. How could she not think less of him?
But then she began speaking and things became a bit more clear in his mind. He almost wished they hadn't been. Her voice sounded accusing, hurt, and fuck he didn't want her hurt, didn't want her to sound so broken and angry and pained. And she was right to be all of those things, that was the bad part.
She was fucking right.
He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so very much like crying. And that in itself pissed him off even more at himself. Jesus Christ, why the fuck couldn't he act like a man?
Forcing himself, he turned to face her, feeling as if he'd had all the air knocked out of him, and knowing he'd done it to himself. "Perhaps you should," he said. His voice sounded odd. "Give me a black eye. I didn't... I never meant to hurt you. And you're right, I fucking... I'm fucked up, Mandy. I don't fucking know what to do, all right
( ... )
Reply
Reply
But then she began speaking and things became a bit more clear in his mind. He almost wished they hadn't been. Her voice sounded accusing, hurt, and fuck he didn't want her hurt, didn't want her to sound so broken and angry and pained. And she was right to be all of those things, that was the bad part.
She was fucking right.
He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so very much like crying. And that in itself pissed him off even more at himself. Jesus Christ, why the fuck couldn't he act like a man?
Forcing himself, he turned to face her, feeling as if he'd had all the air knocked out of him, and knowing he'd done it to himself. "Perhaps you should," he said. His voice sounded odd. "Give me a black eye. I didn't... I never meant to hurt you. And you're right, I fucking... I'm fucked up, Mandy. I don't fucking know what to do, all right ( ... )
Reply
Leave a comment