Alex Weasley (notyourfred) wrote in breaking_point, @ 2009-11-20 13:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2024 11, character: fred alex weasley, former character: ramona brighton |
RP: In the middle of the night...
Who: Alex and Mona
Where: Her room, the Meadows
When: wee hours of the darkest night
Rating/Warnings: Adult, eventually NWS
Summary: Alex misses his girl.
Turning and not sleeping wasn't anything new. Not to him, not anymore. It didn't make it any less annoying though, when he couldn't sleep. He glanced over at the parchment and quill lying on the corner of his desk, then sighed. She'd be asleep by now. Long asleep. It was what. Two? Three? He didn't keep a clock in his room, so he really hadn't a clue.
Alex tried again to get comfortable, then sighed. Pointless, really. He slid from his bed and reached for his t-shirt, pulling it over his head and giving his flannel pyjama bottoms a hitch. Everything felt so loose. He must be growing again. It always seemed like he got tall and skinny, then filled out again.
He headed out of his room and down the hall, avoiding the creaky spot in the floor, then started down the steps. The third one squeaked and he stepped over it, then made his way quietly to the door that was now Mona's.
He opened it silently, slipping inside and closing it just as quietly before turning to look at the bed. Mona lay half-uncovered, one foot off the edge of the bed, the corner of the blanket barely covering the curve of her backside. Barely. Rocky the raccoon lay in the curve of one arm.
She sighed and shifted, and the blanket slid a bit lower, and Alex smiled, moving to the edge of the bed. He perched carefully on the corner, trying not to jiggle, and pulled his feet up, elbows on his knees, to watch her sleep.