Ernie MacMillan (bd_ernie) wrote in beyond_dark, @ 2008-02-10 17:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | * february 2006, - complete, ernie macmillan |
RP: Listen To Me
Date: 9 February 2006
Characters: Ernie MacMillan
Location: 4 Canon Street
Private/Public: Private
Rating: PG
Warnings: The creepy voice in Ernie's head?
Summary: Ernie has another little visitation from the voice in his head but this time something is different.
Ernie whistled cheerfully as he got ready for bed. He'd had a good day in the shop, he'd been owling Terry for most of the week, their date to Edinburgh had gone really well and Terry was going to the Aurors benefit with him. All in all his life was pretty damn good right now. He knew he was probably a little alarmingly cheerful if the reactions of a few of his customers was anything to go by but he hadn't expected his friendship with Terry to take this turn and he liked it. After everything that had happened last year, he wanted a good year this year.
So you accept being weak? said a voice deep in his head.
Ernie snorted and dismissed that thought. He hadn't felt weak in ages, in fact all he'd felt was really, really good. He grinned as he climbed into bed. Really good. Kissing Terry was unbelievable and he could only imagine it was going to get better.
He holds you back.
Ernie picked his wand up off the bedside table and used it to douse the lights. He put his wand back down and curled up on his side. He knew Terry didn't hold him back but he did wonder what it would be like if Terry held him down.
He drew in a sharp breath at that alluring idea and for a moment he thought he heard something snarl in the depths of his mind. He dismissed that though and entertained himself with thoughts of Terry and what they might do. He just hoped Terry wouldn't make an issue of the scar on his chest. One hand came up to rub it absently as he frowned slightly.
He won't understand.
His frown deepened for a moment then he laughed. Of course Terry would understand. They'd spoken before about the attack. Not deeply but a little. Terry would understand and he wouldn't push. He hadn't so far after all. He didn't need to worry about that.
Once again he thought he heard a snarl deep in his mind. He snorted and closed his eyes and sighed with satisfaction. He was imagining things that's all. He was tired and overly excited and he was imagining things. He obviously needed some sleep.