Bridget Dunstan is BAD to the bone (badassbee) wrote in fourteenshades, @ 2013-07-06 21:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | bridget dunstan, x-godric gryffindor |
WHO: Bridget Dunstan & Godric Gryffindor
WHAT: A chat in the woods//that didn't end well
WHEN: Saturday at Sunset
WHERE: Godric's hollow Clearing
RATING: S for Some language and Sad
STATUS: Closed//Complete
Bee sighed heavily and wished the night was a little cooler. She liked to watch her breath billow like a dragon's smoke when she was in a pensive mood, but it was summer, and that wasn't possible. She watched she sky above the clearing darken slowly from reds and pinks to violets and deep blues. It was Godric's clearing. That's how everyone described it, like he owned it. She had found him working with his swords in this spot, so she considered it his, too. Still, she was borrowing it for a while. She needed a quiet place to sit and think. When she met Vogg in the castle's kitchen, she managed to behave normally. But he called her little sister, and part of her desperately wanted it to be true. She wanted it all to be true, but she wanted to be seen and loved for herself, too.
He had also asked her to meet him there. She didn't know why. She didn't know what to expect or think. Everything to do with Godric Gryffindor confused the shit out of her. With another sigh, the blonde leaned back against the log and watched as the first stars appeared in the night sky. She didn't make a wish. On the one hand, she wasn't sure if the stars listened. On the other hand, the magic surrounding the village might run wild with them, and she didn't want that either. Bee sighed again. "Oh, Da. I could use some words of wisdom right about now." She brushed at an arrant tear, unsure of why she was crying. There was much she wanted and more she didn't understand, and the combination of the two was overwhelming. Her chest began to constrict a little. Humming. Music calmed her, and she began to sing the first song that came to mind. She didn't really know the words, or where it came from, but the lullaby calmed her nerves enough to quiet her pounding heart.
That's when she heard the foot fall. It was light, well trained at stealth, but she heard it. She didn't stop the song, though. She figured whoever was approaching her would make himself known without her encouragement.