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Nymphadora Xenophilius ([info]nymphaxeno) wrote in [info]landing_rpg,
@ 2008-09-28 05:52:00

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Entry tags:brandon abercrombie, nymphadora weasley

WHO: Nymphadora Weasley and Brandon Abercrombie
WHAT: The Heist
WHERE: Outside. EEP!
WHEN: Backdated to the day of this conversation
RATING: TBA
STATUS: In Progress/Closed ; Partly-logged ;;



It would have been safe to assume that Brandon Abercrombie had spent less than seventy two hours, total, in the outdoors. Given what happened the first time he spent an hour among the grass and the trees, he had been careful with his moments, choosing the safest ones to spend outside the walls of his multiple sanctuaries. Even while he seemed to be careless with his life - and he intended it to be that way, as to gauge other peoples' reactions - it was true that he always came short of that line that would mean true risk of his life.

And so, it was with regret that he knew he had only about ten minutes to spend watching the sunset by Dora's side. And though ten minutes was more than enough to form a permanent memory - one that he would likely treasure for as long as he could - it still wouldn't be enough to erase the hint of sullen disappointment from his eyes as he trudged down the stairs from his Common Room to the meeting spot he had arranged earlier with the less fierce of the twins. He did glance around once or twice before approaching the pretty girl that was one of his best mates, making quite certain that her sister wasn't around to be watching the pair of them - she would never let it go if she found out that he had went ahead and gone outside after he said he wouldn't.

Still, when Dora offered, it wasn't something he wanted to turn down: not only the chance to go outside, but the chance to study the sunset with her by his side.. well, that wasn't something any sane person would turn down. No matter how irritable he could behave, there was no doubt in his mind that Dora was one of the few people on earth he actually would throw himself into the face of danger for. The corners of his mouth, thankfully, turned up as he approached her, olive green eyes sparkling with just a hint of anticipation for the upcoming event. "Ready?"




Nymphadora Weasley left her room that late afternoon with a great feeling of anxiety pooling at the pit of her stomach. She had always been the less daring one of the three George Weasley spawns, but today, she had to admit that she was testing her limits. She was about to do something she perceived as pretty risky, and one that could possibly make her twin, and possibly the entire Abercrombie clan, livid at her if they ever discovered what they were about to do. But some things, in her perspective were more important than rules. As a good daughter to her father, she had to believe in that Brandon's happiness was of far more importance. It didn't mean she didn't dread the possible consequences of her plan, however, so she wanted to be prepared.

With her big backbpck hanging one shoulder, Dora quietly made her way through the halls, careful to avoid as much people as she could to meet Brandon in front of the Main Hall. She saw him almost immediately, one of his small smiles greeting her. "Psh. Are you ready?" she asked him, landing beside him. She looked around once more, cautious. "I feel like we're on a heist of some sort." Then her eyes casted down to her pastel colored shirt, a frown creasing her brow. "If we were, my clothes are clearly not heist material." Laughing, she raised her bright eyes back to him and offered her hand to him for him to take. "I'm in charge of you now. Hold on, please."



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[info]illabercrombie
2008-10-08 10:30 pm UTC (link)
Well, it was often rather clear how uncomfortable he was under the stress of physical contact. Had he known how close she was to pulling her hand away from his own, he might have silently thanked his reflexes for responding just in time: then again, he might have cursed himself, since it was true that her touch against the soft skin of his fingers was causing him quite the panic. Of course, that wasn't to say he wasn't enjoying it. That brief moment where she faced away from him, however, he wasn't quite sure how to interpret. To be honest, he wasn't the best at interpreting the female species at the best of times, much less under the type of stress that she was unconsciously causing him at the very moment. Where his outward appearance seemed perfectly calm and serene, there was a volcano of thoughts erupting in his mind, starting with Merlin, could she possibly know? and ending with don't panick, don't panick, don't panick.

And then taking that bite! He seemed to be so out of character at the moment, and it was even startling himself. Any trace of the usual surliness had evaporated with the chilling outside air: maybe it was the being outdoors and feeling so safe despite it. But whatever it was, his inhibitions had seemed to float away on the wind as well as his usual attitude; though lessened as it usually was around Dora and Addy, it was obviously still noticeable, his newfound carefree manner as he swallowed down the first bite she offered him. However, her command to be still actually scared the bloody hell out of him: not having been outside very often, he never had much of a chance for people to discover his fear of spiders - but then, for a boy who got violently ill from being outdoors for a half hour, why wouldn't a poisonous arachnid be horrifying? His shoulders immediately untensed, however, as she reached and gently wiped his mouth for him, first using a napkin and then the ball of her thumb.

So his heart rate may have quickened. So his olive eyes might have met hers for a moment more than was necessary. So his breath might have caught in his throat. These could all be attributed to the fact that he was outdoors for only the tenth or fifteenth time in his life, now couldn't they?

But it was undeniable that he stopped breathing as her warm palms rested against the sides of his face: he couldn't very well help it. The warmth diffused its way through him instantly, a soft red heating his cheeks to match the temperature of her hands against the sides of his face, and he attempted to look haughty as he responded, though he didn't quite manage it. "I can't help it. I didn't even realize, until you.. " He trailed off, unsure how to reference what exactly she was doing. Touching him. Was it odd that he didn't much mind? Probably.

Then his brows raised slightly as she went on about how it was his first sunset; he supposed that was a difficult concept for most people to grasp, having seen thousands of sunsets and not thinking any particular one of them was remarkable. To him, every one was remarkable; while he'd never admit it, he had a collection of photographs of them, sunrises and sunsets alike, taken from his bedroom window at home. His own world of beautiful beginnings and endings. But nothing of that compared to how his eyes lit up as she suggested making their endeavor a monthly - or weekly - appointment. He had barely parted his lips to respond when she went on about having to tell them - his expression immediately retreated into the surliest face he'd made in the past ten minutes. "Of course they wouldn't." Unfortunately for him, his soft and disappointed voice betrayed his true feelings about the subject, though he instantly attempted to hide it.

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