Bridget Dunstan is BAD to the bone (badassbee) wrote in fourteenshades, |
Bee looked up and smiled when Merlin laughed. She was glad she hadn't offended him with her use of his name. Her grin widened when he complied with her request and removed his shoes. "This should happen at least once a week before it gets cold." She turned her head and studied the man's profile. He wasn't anything like the way books depicted him. Then again, no one ever wrote about a young Merlin. They always talked about him being a Dumbledore figure. Or Dumbledore was a Merlin figure? He was quite handsome. Her mam would love to use him for one of her covers. "Deal? Once a week until it gets cold, we'll meet here and gaze?" It was probably the alcohol talking, but the liked the idea of having a reason to lay in the grass that didn't include being drunk and lost.
She frowned at the handkerchief, her mouth opened to reply, not knowing why he was handing it to her. Then she felt another tear escape her lashes and she silently took the square of fabric to dab her eyes. "It was fun. I love music and dancing." She shouldn't have had the wine. She didn't want to acknowledge why she was crying, and that made it worse. Bee bit down on her bottom lip, trying to stop, trying to force them back. It was ridiculous. All of it. She. She was ridiculous, and she bloody well knew it. She swallowed hard and cleared her throat. Contemplating the sky, errant tears still sliding down her cheek, she sighed. "Sometimes I look at the stars and they're not quite right. And it reminds me that I'm not at home." She chewed on her lip. "I wonder how different the sky of my time at home is from yours. How many stars have gone out or come into being? What's changed? What's the same?"