Bridget Dunstan is BAD to the bone (badassbee) wrote in fourteenshades, |
Bee didn't respond. What could she possibly say to that comment? Oh? Did she? That's interesting. Small talk was not suiting for something like that. It felt like it was belittling Godric's memory to change it into that sort of conversation, so she put it in the mental filing cabinet of things she couldn't explain how she knew. When he sat, she shifted up so the small of her back was against the log instead of her shoulder blades. She pulled her knees up and wrapped her arms securely around her legs. She wasn't protecting herself from him. She was keeping her hands to herself because all she wanted to do was reach out and touch him.
"Homesick, I suppose," she replied. "I wish I could talk to my da, or hug my mam. I even want my brothers to pester and tease me. I miss them and my little cottage in Up--" her throat caught on the word, and she had to swallow hard before she could continue. When she did, her Irish brogue was thicker, as always happens when she's emotional. "Uppsala. I wasn't there that long, but it was mine." Wiping her eyes with the back of her hands, she looked to the night sky, hoping it would give her some sign of where to go next. It didn't, so she pushed herself up to sit next to Godric on the log. She wasn't touching him, but there were only a few inches between them.
"It's probably meant to be a secret, but several people are trying to decide what to do for your name--birthday." She chanced a quick glance at the man next to her. Any lingering looks, and she would be overcome with the urge to trace his jaw. "How would you like to celebrate?"