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Tweak says, "When Avery cries, we all cry."

charlie was a fire-type before pokemon existed. (charmanderr) wrote in flippedrpg,
@ 2013-04-24 19:15:00

Entry tags:

ch: swap: charlotte weasley, ch: swap: nymphenburg tonks, p: emmy, p: kit

Who: Charlie^swap & Burg
What: Doing things and stuff. Stuff and things.
When: Wednesday, 24 April; Evening
Where: The living room of their unit
Warnings: TBD

Charlie hadn't really been feeling herself lately. She was feeling a bit forgotten by her sister, jealous of Florien in the sense that he was getting her attention and missing her mum and wishing her dad'd show up, too. While she had been enjoying the happier flips, she was still feeling the effects of not being able to love and feeling sorry for taking that away from Burg, too, and, overall, she was just in kind of a funk. Charlie didn't have those often but when she did, they were hard to get out of.

There was also the fact that she and Burg hadn't talked about the intense moment they'd shared the other night at the reception. Dancing with him, the closeness, the way he'd pressed a soft yet firm kiss to her cheek—Charlie's heart hadn't stopped beating rapidly every time she recalled it since it had happened. She didn't know how to bring it up, though, or make the tension melt away. It wasn't a bad tension, honestly, it was just ... new. And Charlie didn't do well with change that she didn't understand.

Sitting on the sofa, leaning back against her best friend, Charlie held a half eaten hamburger patty from the cafeteria carefully in her hand so that the miniature dragon Zeta had given her could eat it. As it gulped it down and let out a huff of smoke sans flames, Charlie smiled. "How anyone couldn't love these little creatures, I have no idea."

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charmanderr
2013-04-26 04:21 pm UTC (link)

Charlie ran her hand over the scales on her baby dragon's back and smiled contentedly as he made another little happy huff, nuzzled her hand and then trotted off toward the little den she'd created for him in her bedroom. Magestic was really the only word she could use to describe how beautiful dragons were to her. She knew that she held a passion for magical creatures above and beyond what others experienced but she still thought general appreciation of them should have been a universal given.

"What's in your head?" she asked of her quiet companion, glancing up toward Burg as she settle further back against him, hooking one of her arms under his and letting her hand rest against her stomach.

The thing she loved about her and Burg was that this was easy. It didn't matter what else was happening, this was never awkward or wrong or difficult. At their worst, they could still sit like this and talk it out or not talk at all. They could skirt around whatever was awkward and be comfortable right here. This was why she missed him so terribly when she was in Romania but this was also why her heart warmed every time he was near.

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