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Tweak says, "Oh, you poor doomed child."

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_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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