Bridget Dunstan is BAD to the bone (badassbee) wrote in fourteenshades, @ 2013-04-15 01:15:00 |
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WHO: Bridget Dunstan & Godric Gryffindor
WHAT: A mostly unplanned run-in in the woods
WHEN: Tuesday Afternoon, just after lunch time
WHERE: The woods
RATING: TBD
Bridget Dunstan trudged along a mostly hidden trail in the woods. It wasn't quite a path, but Bee could see where feet had passed over it. Her brothers taught her a lot of things, and tracking was one of them. It made hide'n'seek more interesting. She wasn't actively looking for anyone; she simply wanted a quiet place to sort her thoughts. According to Helga, she looked like a Viking maiden from her time--Vogg's baby sister--and being told such a thing brought to mind the gypsy Bee had met the first time she travelled to Uppsala. But it didn't make any sense. If she was this girl reincarnated, how did she look like the other? She couldn't trace her father's birth family back further than the Romans. She shouldn't look like a Viking. The gypsy woman told her such a thing, but she didn't believe her until she arrived in this place outside of time. You were of this land, but your heart wandered far with a hero of your people.
She wanted to ask others about this, but she didn't know who to approach. Godric looked at her like he was looking at a ghost, and that was quite off-putting. He said he was as close to Vogg as brothers, which meant that he would know what Vogg's sister looked like. There was something in the way that he looked at her, though, and the way in which he wrote that stopped her. It was his eyes. They were familiar to her. She had found herself staring at him during the bonfire, and she was almost overwhelmed with a need to snog him. She talked herself out of it, but the thought hadn't left her. She knew that he spent time in these woods. It was fairly common knowledge amongst the village's inhabitants, but she wasn't actively seeking him. She really was looking for a quiet place to think. She couldn't remember where the clearing was that was her first look of this place. Her keen sense of direction failed her, so she followed the mostly hidden trail.
Lost in thought and absently humming a half-remembered lullaby to herself, Bee emerged from the trees to stop dead at the edges of a clearing. There, standing with his bare and very nice back to her, was Godric. Years of practice in moving quietly, Bee stood there and admired the bend and flex of his muscles. She knew surprising someone like him like this could result in being hexed or run through with his sword. That could be f--Stop it brain. She retreated a few feet quietly, took a deep breath, then returned to the spot after stepping on a few sticks. "Oh! Godric. I didn't know anyone else was out here." She was a terrible liar. Yes, it was true. She hadn't known he was out here--the first time, and she heard the twinge of guilt in her voice. "Okay, so I sneaked up on you accidentally, and I admired your back a little before I left and re-entered." She smiled up at him. "I would hate to meet the pointy end of your sword." Shut up brain.