brandi. (zombiephile) wrote in daiquiri, @ 2008-01-17 21:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | by others, char: margaret kenmore, game: memories 1975 |
RP Log: There For You (Margaret Kenmore and Demetrius Smith)
Originally posted by Alya in obliviate1975 @ gj on February 22, 2007. Collaborative log between Alya and myself.
Characters: Demetrius Smith and Margaret Kenmore
Setting: The library, somewhere in March 1975
Summary: Margaret lost her family members, and everything is pretty much bleak and dark for her, but then Demetrius is there to make things better. Naturally. ;D CUTENESS OMG *DIES* I love them muchlymuchly much.
Rating: PG
It had been a long week. A very long week. Margaret was actually almost glad to be back at school. Almost. She'd missed a week of classes, and she wasn't sure how much Ella, Mary, or Veronica had told people (they were the only ones, besides the professors, who knew about her family), but either way she was sure to have people asking her questions. So, Margaret had hardly been back at school for a few hours before she was holed up in the library, hiding from her roommates' attempts to get her to talk, and also hoping to be not noticed by her fellow students. She was in a back corner of the library, books piled up on the table around her, ducked down so that hopefully she would be rather unnoticeable. Or hopefully people would think that she was busy studying, trying to catch up on what she'd missed, so they would leave her alone. Demetrius was walking, no, dragging himself to the library. That week had been especially boring -- and not just that. He was also a little worried about Margaret. Yes, he had already heard the news, and had been wondering about her since the day she left. He was beginning to think that she wasn't going to come back, even though he remembered her telling him once that she wanted to finish her education at Hogwarts. Then again, if he was in her place, he wouldn't be too keen on going back to school either. Once he reached the library, he looked around for a place to sit down and do his revision. However, he saw a familiar dark head behind a pile of books, and rushed over to where she was. And when he had reached her, he stopped, not knowing what to do. Anything that came out of his mouth right then would probably annoy her, or worse, make her feel more miserable, and Demetrius didn't want that. "Are you all right?" he finally asked, putting a hand on her shoulder lightly. Margaret's head snapped up at the touch of a hand on her shoulder, and she swiveled her head around to look up at Demetrius. He knew. His question and the look on his face ... he knew. And he probably wouldn't leave her alone, either. With a slight sigh, she checked her emotional wall, then met his eyes squarely. "No, I'm not," she answered flatly. "My father, step-mother, and half-brother all just died. My half-sister, who I haven't seen since she was four, is now my responsibility. Did you expect me to be all sunshine and happiness and fine?" Then again, one could argue that Margaret never was sunshine and happiness, even when she was fine. Wrong thing to ask, he knew that already the moment she turned around and opened her mouth. Then again, he had the tendency to say the wrong things anyway, so it didn't really matter. "No," he answered, sitting down on the chair next to hers. "I just wanted to make sure that you're not going to... I don't know... do anything that's not --" he paused, his eyes looking at the floor. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay." Margaret froze a little. He ... was he concerned about her? He wanted to make sure she was okay? "What?" she asked, disbelief creeping into her tone, watching his face carefully. Why did he care if she was okay? He couldn't still like her, not after everything she'd done. So why? She must have mis-heard him, or something. "You heard me," he responded, about to make a remark about how normal it was for men to feel worried about women because they weren't exactly able to take care of themselves. This, however, was not the right time to say those things. "If you -- you know -- need anything..." Demetrius hesitantly continued, "I'm here for you. All right, so maybe I'm not the best person for you to talk to given our history but I just wanted -- wanted you to know that." He nodded firmly, meaning what he had just said, and felt his face redden. If he'd said what he was thinking, he would have had her textbooks flying at his head. "Why? Why are you here for me?" It just didn't make any sense to Margaret, at all. All she did was push him away ... why did he keep coming back? Then it was a very good thing that Demetrius's mind wasn't being read. Anyway, no one would want to go in his mind. It was far too chauvinistic. "Because I just happen to care about you," he responded, feeling a bit frustrated that his sincere attempts were being shot down yet again. "Is it that hard for you to accept, Margaret?" Something about the way that he said her name -- or the fact that he said her first name, not Kenmore or Kenny -- made her pause, and it got to her. He was also saying that he cares about her. Her shoulders slumped, and she looked down. "Yes, it is," she admitted. Her walls were down, and she didn't have the mental strength, not after this past week, to get them up again, so when she looked back up at him, the pain and saddness she felt was visible in her eyes. "I've never been able to trust anyone, so why should I trust you, Demetrius?" "You don't even have to trust me," he replied, noting the expression on her face. Demetrius preferred the Margaret that he knew -- who would taunt him and poke fun of him whenever she liked, and say all the wrong things without thinking beforehand than the sad person sitting beside him. He wasn't sure what else to say, and so he put his arms around her, pulling her close to him so that he would be hugging her. Demetrius didn't even care if she was going to end up punching him -- he only wanted her to feel better and make everything all right again. Margaret tensed up a bit when he hugged her, but she wasn't really in the mood to hit him. Or ... even fight. Damn it, he had to be doing this when she was really not in the mood to ... be herself. The week had been incredibly draining, and this was the very reason she was avoiding people, after all. She simply didn't have the strength. "Why do you care about me?" she asked morosely. "All I do is push you away and fight with you and make fun of you." "Because I do." That was the only thing Demetrius could say. Giving her a bunch of reasons why he cared about her would only make it seem like he was being insincere, and he didn't want her to think that. Not when he was being perfectly honest. He relaxed his grip on her when she didn't make any move to physically hurt him. "And I'd rather have you do that than you being miserable. At least you actually look like you're having fun while doing that." Despite everything, he let out a small laugh. "Or maybe it's just my imagination." Margaret smirked, chuckling a little as she pulled back. "It is fun. You're too easy to annoy. And you do stupid things on your own that I can argue with you about. Like that stupid list you made. I still think you should have given me a crown and a cape for making the top of your bad girls list." He grinned, liking the fact that he could make her feel better just by saying that. "Hmm, maybe I should have," he said mischievously, before patting her head lightly. "There you go. An imaginary crown. Happy now, your Highness?" Demetrius raised his eyebrows. She laughed, shaking her head. "Yes, I'm quite happy." This was the first time she'd laughed ever since she'd gotten the news, and she was actually grateful to Demetrius, for making her laugh. Her mood was actually light, though thinking about that dragged her mood down a little. Brenna was staying with Margaret's grandparents through the end of the school year, poor girl. But Margaret had no idea how to take care of her sister, and she didn't want to mess things up. Reaching up, she rubbed at her temples a little. "That's the first time I've laughed in a while. Thank you." "You're welcome," he said, still grinning, but now his grin was more of a silly one than a mischievous one, to tell you the truth. But Demetrius couldn't care less. "Now, a queen doesn't deserve being around smelly books all day long," he resumed, taking her hand -- and hoping that she wouldn't let go. Didn't matter anyway -- he wasn't going to let go of it. "So I say we need to take a walk outside." Honestly, Margaret actually would prefer to study, she had a week's worth of work to catch up on. But she was having trouble studying because she kept thinking about the past week. But Demetrius was actually cheering her up and distracting her from all that ... so if he kept things like this, and didn't ask her anything about her family or anything, the walk could be nice. So long as he didn't start acting like a chauvinistic pig again. "Okay." She didn't pull her hand away from his, and she stood up. The fact that she wasn't resisting made him feel relieved. And he realized that as he pulled on her hand and led her out of the library, he was going to be there for her. Because maybe -- maybe she was actually going to let him. Margaret walked with him out of the library, she wasn't led. Ahem. Anyway. She knew she should probably resist him, not let him hold her hand, or should have stayed and studied. He would probably take this to mean that she liked him. But ... so what? For all she claimed to live for today, she lived a lot in fear of losing things. But everything ended somehow, at some point. And for now, he was here for her, and this was what she needed. So what was wrong with letting him? |