Oliver Wood (broomaster) wrote in afic, @ 2010-12-20 00:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: daphne greengrass, player: magnolia, x player: joan |
WHO: Daphne Greengrass and Gawain Vaisey
WHEN: December 20th (Monday), later afternoon
WHERE: The Falcon Stadium, possibly Gawain's
WHAT: Gawain and Daphne reunite after a few weeks
RATING: TBD, probably PG-13
He hadn’t been sore after a practice for a long time. But Gawain Vaisey didn’t know what else to call it, not as he stood under the hot spray of the showers, feeling his muscles still tense under his skin. The other Flacons mulled around him, getting ready to go home after a long day of trying not to kill one another. They played hard, they played rough. But they won, and damn it if they weren’t good at it. Gawain waited until most everyone was out before going to his own locker, drying off and changing into khaki pants and a thick black turtleneck, idly playing around with the idea of going to a pub. But he had no interest in going to a hotel room that night, not when his own bed would be soft and inviting.
His brown hair was dried magically as Gawain held his hand up to his temple, free hand grabbing a hold of winter robes. He would Apparate after he left the perimeter of the stadium, go home and then maybe order some food in. He might not be a fan of muggles, but this whole ‘take out’ thing was pretty high on his list of reasons why they maybe didn’t need to be all killed. But as Gawain walked out into the winter ‘wonderland’ outside, he saw one of his favorite people in the world.
Not that she knew that. No, he would never admit that to a woman. Daphne Greengrass had hold on Gawain that he couldn’t really put a word on. It wasn’t love, because Gawain fell in and out of ‘love’ on a weekly basis. It wasn’t a crush either; it was far too intense for a crush… and too lasting for lust. Respect was as close as he got to it, but even that didn’t cover it. He didn’t date her for the sole reason that he would cheat on her, something he didn’t actually want to do. But he knew his pattern, and doubt it would ever break.
Pulling a fag out of his coat, Gawain lit it up as he walked over to the beautiful blond. He could feel the corners of his lips upturning, his facial hair making him look older than he usually managed.
“Daphne- you look cold,” he said in greeting, walking up from behind and allowing his hot breath to play on the nape of her neck.