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George Weasley (bl_george) wrote in bloodlines_rp,
@ 2017-10-11 00:43:00

Entry tags:

!retcon, angelina johnson, dec 2002, george weasley, loc: private residence (blackthorn), type: rp

Date & Time: Saturday, 28 December | midmorning
Post Type: RP
Status: Open: Private
Character(s): George Weasley, Angelina Johnson
Location: Angelina's flat
Summary: George checks in, even though neither of them is ready for 'the talk'

They'd spoken. They'd exchanged a small flurry of owls. And still, he felt restless. Unsettled. They hadn't figured anything out, other than he'd been an ass and his nose was broken. So, George headed out for a box of pastries and a couple coffees, then returned to the shop to beg Justin for an Apparition. He waited until his clerk had disappeared before approaching the door and lifting a hand to knock.

And then paused. Sighed, then straightened and took a fortifying breath before knocking firmly on her door. "Good morning," he called out, leaning until his cheek brushed the wood. "I know you're in there, and there's coffee out here..."

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bl_angelina
2017-10-15 12:12 am UTC (link)

Angelina hadn't slept much the night before, mostly spent the wee hours tossing and turning. She wasn't even sure she deserved a good night's sleep. Not after her conversation with Jeremiah. Merlin, the look on his face was enough to make her wish she'd never agreed to go on the first date with him. She could have saved them so much heartache.

There's nothing to be gained by feeling sorry for yourself, she thought. You can learn from the past and move forward. That's it.

Angelina brushed her teeth and stared at herself in the bathroom mirror for a few seconds, wondering if anyone else could see how hollow her eyes looked.

She glanced over her shoulder. Is someone knocking? Angelina stepped out into the living room and walked toward the door. Her stomach clenched when she heard George's voice. She inhaled deeply and opened the door.

She wanted to greet him with a witty remark or a funny story or anything other than what came out of her mouth. "I wasn't expecting coffee..."

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bl_george
2017-10-15 12:23 am UTC (link)

George shrugged and offered up the little box instead. "Were you expecting pastry, then?" He knew she hadn't been expecting anything, especially him on her doorstep, but there it was.

He held the box toward her, wondering if she would take it, throw it, incinerate it, or him? Would his impromptu visit start a fight? Or would they actually be able to figure this thing out?

"I just thought... since you brought me coffee..."

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bl_angelina
2017-10-15 01:54 am UTC (link)

Angelina hadn't been expecting anything but a morning full of swirling thoughts and guilt. She wasn't ready to see George, not ready to talk to him, but would she ever be? Of course you would be, she thought. This is George.

She reached for the box. "Not expecting pastries either. I had already prepared myself for a cold, boring breakfast, so this is a pleasant surprise." She opened the door wider. "Come on in," she said, feeling weird for having to invite him in. Before everything went to shite, George would have walked in like he lived there. He would never have waited for permission.

She placed the box on the small kitchen table and motioned for him to sit. "So...how're you feeling?" She pointed to his face so he wouldn't assume she meant anything else.

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bl_george
2017-10-15 03:12 am UTC (link)

A pleasant surprise... He let out a breath and followed her into the flat, wondering when the last time he'd actually come to her door had been. The last time he'd had to, he thought, realising that he almost always came via Floo. Even when she'd been in Leeds with Cornbread, when he'd Flooed with pizza and beer.

George set the coffee carrier on the table and sank obediently into a chair, then pulled her cup free and set it across the table. He twisted his cup from the paper caddy, then took a sip before answering.

"Okay." He touched the bridge of his nose, then shrugged one shoulder vaguely. "The Healers said it might take a bit. Spells and potions aren't working, but it will heal."

He wasn't here to talk about his nose, although the reason for his injury was certainly the elephant in the room.

Another sip of coffee. "How're you?" What was next? The weather? He cradled the cup in both hands, turning it slowly to distract himself from the desire to just get up and kiss her.

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bl_angelina
2017-10-15 09:36 pm UTC (link)

Angelina nodded as she listened, lifting the cup to her lips. The coffee was one notch from being too hot to drink. She winced as it burned its way down her throat. "Did they happen to also tell you that time heals all wounds?" Sarcasm tasted bitter on her tongue, causing her to nearly snort into her cup. "Bollocks, I just went all dark on you, didn't I?" She looked up at him and met his gaze. "Guess it's been a rough set of days, and I'm wearing this skin a little thin."

She reached across the table and touched his hand briefly. "It will heal," she said. "All of it." She pulled her hand away. "Won't it? Because I could really use some optimism." She waved her hand through the hair and leaned back in her chair, cradling the cup in both hands. "I'm...well, that's a mixed bag, isn't it? Right now, I'm just sitting here with you trying not to fall apart and not sure if I would fall apart."

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bl_george
2017-10-16 12:08 am UTC (link)

"Nah, it was Mum telling me that." Time healing everything was crap though, and he'd come to know it in some of the most spectacular ways. "But it's okay. It's been..."

He sighed. "It will. Get better. Be fine..." He sipped again, not quite convincing himself, then sighing and setting his cup aside.

"Fuck. I just want to say I'm sorry. Not for saying what I did, but that you're hurting. I couldn't stand being at home and knowing that you were somewhere else, and we're trying to figure out the same fucking mess."

He laid a hand on the table, open palm toward her - an invitation. "What do we do now?"

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bl_angelina
2017-10-16 12:29 am UTC (link)

Angelina looked down at George's offered hand. She hesitated only a second, and then she placed her palm against his, entwined their fingers. "Apology accepted," she said softly. "I know it was intentional and yet not. I do know that if you had known it would hurt me this much that you might have thought more about it before you acted. I also know why you did it. It's not okay, what you did, but it's done, and..."

She closed her eyes and sighed. "And I spent yesterday telling Jeremiah—no, apologizing to Jeremiah for not...I dunno. For not being who he needed me to be for him. He's a great bloke. The perfect bloke, actually. But he's not...you."

Angelina squeezed his fingers gently. "I suppose you could take me on a date...? A proper date. Not pizza and beer on this couch." Angelina smiled, and then she chuckled. "I haven't the foggiest idea what we do, though. If you could do anything you wanted to do with us, what would that be?"

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bl_george
2017-10-16 01:11 am UTC (link)

"I'm not sure that's true," he said thoughtfully. "If I'd have thought about it, I'd have hesitated longer, but damn... I love you, Angelina. I spent years not saying it because you were Fred's girl, and that wasn't something I ever could have done to him or you, but..."

He shook his head as if he could shake the thoughts out of it, Jeremiah was perfect. Driven and successful and everything anyone would want. How could he compete with that? How could anyone...?

He squeezed her fingers, curling their hands together. "A date. Damn... I'm not sure I've ever actually been on one. Taking someone home from the pub is one thing. Going there together to start with?" He smiled in response to the warmth of her laugh. "I've got connections that might get us some Quidditch tickets," he said, then laughed. Of course her connections were as good as his, but if he was coming up with ideas - "It's that, or the cinema. Maybe pizza and beer on the way."

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