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Tonks, if you please (tonks_please) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-11-30 11:17:00

Entry tags:

complete, day 25, marcus cole, nymphadora tonks

Day Twenty Five
Who: Tonks and Marcus
What: Confrontation
When: Early morning
Where: Marcus' room
Rating: I shouldn't think more than a PG, but we'll see.
Status Complete

She must have thought about it while she slept, though she couldn't seem to remember her dreams. But there was no other reason for her to have awoken with a plan fully-formed in her mind. It was really, really early. The sun was barely rising. In normal situations, Tonks wouldn't even be awake yet. She liked to sleep until at least 10 am or so, but this had pulled her firmly out of her sound sleep. There was something she needed to do, something that simply wasn't going to wait on her convienance.

With a sigh and a yawn, and an undeniable surge of excitement and nerves, she slipped out of bed and wandered over to her dresser. Her pajamas were soon off, and she was clothed in a manner that was fairly odd even for her. Although she enjoyed bright colors, she seldom picked out anything near as nearly blinding as she did today. She didn't even try to match up the colors, so that her top was a bright orange and her pants were an eye-piercing shade of pink. She had literally picked out the first thing that she'd found in the drawers, and it showed. She looked rather like a toddler who is learning to dress themselves, actually.

It didn't matter, though. She distractedly changed her hair color to a bright blue that made the whole outfit just that much brighter, and didn't even glance in the mirror to see the effect she'd achieved. Soon enough, she was outside a room very close to hers, the one that housed the Ranger who had come to mean quite a bit to her. There was something that she really needed to do if she was going to get any rest at all, since the whole thing had messed with her to the point where it was hard to think about anything else.

With barely a hesitation, she raised her hand and knocked on the door. Hopefully she wasn't going to wake Marcus up, but she doubted it. He didn't seem like the sort to sleep in. As she waited to see if he would answer, if he was even in, she clutched her hands tightly in front of her, just under her breasts, the nerves surging inside of her to the point where she wondered if someone had cast some sort of nausea hex on her. But she still waited. She would see this out.

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marcus_cole
2008-12-02 09:03 am UTC (link)

As usual, Marcus was up with the sun. Dressed in a pair of drawstring pants, he was performing his usual pre-breakfast exercises. As he moved through his poses, he focused his mind on the day's task, finding Tonks. Two days before, after his conversation with the elf, Legolas, he had been determined to search for her, but had had no luck. Then, the previous day, he had been drafted for snowmobiling, which had also kept him from finding her. He was sure, though, that today would be the day.

As he came to a rest-position, he heard the knocking at his door. That was unusual. It didn't sound like a golem, and no one else came to visit him. Keeping himself light on his feet, he strode easily to the door and opened it cautiously. He was very surprised to see the very person he had been thinking about standing before him. He was also very surprised by the assault of colour his eyes were forced to undergo just looking at her.

"Tonks! Um, my goodness! How are you? What a surprise! Do you want to come in?"

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tonks_please
2008-12-02 10:11 am UTC (link)

The first thing Tonks noticed was that Marcus seemed to be a bit distracted for some reason when he looked at her. She couldn't understand why, because she wasn't really thinking about what she looked like. The second, and much more interesting, thing she became aware of was that the Ranger was in a state of undress that she'd never seen him in before. Her dark eyes widened a bit as she took in his outfit, noting the smooth, leanly muscled lines of his chest.

Capturing her lower lip between her teeth, she flushed a bit and nodded. "Um... wotcher, Marcus..." She coughed slightly, cheeks pink as she forced her eyes away from him and onto the floor. "Yeah, could I? I need to talk to you."

It was better looking at the floor, and she slowly regained her composure. Unfortunately, it also meant that when she tried to walk into the room, she had no frame of reference and walked instead right into the door frame. That made her blink and raise a hand to her head to rub where she'd hit. "Ow." She commented, almost in an off-hand manner.

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marcus_cole
2008-12-03 10:31 pm UTC (link)

Marcus stepped aside to allow Tonks to enter his room, glad that she had accepted. He had noticed the way her eyes widened as she looked at him, and took it as a good sign. It helped, when preparing himself to hear bad news, to think that she didn't really want to say what she might be about to say. He bit his lip when she looked away and walked into the door jamb. Should he say anything, touch her elbow?

His room had adapted to him over the month that he had been on Mirage. Unlike some residents, he had never consciously crafted it, but it had responded to his dreams and unconscious preferences nonetheless. The main living space was wide and airy, the ceiling high and the windows broad. He did not covet material possessions, but years of living on space-craft had encouraged him to covet space. The furnishings were simple, a bed, a couch, a desk and chair, and no hangings or other ornaments adorned the walls.

"Please, have a seat." He gestured to the couch. "Would you like something to drink? I have water and iced tea, I believe."

Marcus quickly grabbed a robe as he spoke and threw it over his shoulders. His excercises had been properly interrupted now, and he was starting to cool off.

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tonks_please
2008-12-05 12:05 am UTC (link)

The witch rubbed at her head. It had been a bit of a nasty knock, even for her. But she was simply too used to hurting herself to really care much, and it was an absent sort of thing as she rubbed at it. She was more concerned with the fact that he was still shirtless, and he was beautiful, and she was trying not to notice.

In the end, though, he did put on a shirt, and she was hung between disappointment and relief. At least now she could look up, and maybe her cheeks would return to their normal color sometime in the next year or so. She hoped, anyway. But the glimpse she'd caught seemed burned in her mind, somehow. Embarassing.

She made her way to a seat, pulled her legs up onto it so that she was sitting cross-legged and looking at him. "Iced tea? A muggle drink?" She wrinkled up her nose. "Why would you wish to put ice in tea? It's better warm, you know. I would like pumpkin juice. Do you hear that, Planet?" She spoke up a bit, and was apparently obliged as a frosty silver pitcher and two goblets appeared. She smiled. "There. That's better. Help yourself. Better than your nasty old cold tea any day."

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marcus_cole
2008-12-05 02:19 am UTC (link)

Marcus blinked as Tonks refused his offer of iced tea, a drink he found quite pleasant, actually, and conjured up a pitcher of pumpkin juice. He wasn't sure if her behaviour counted as good manners, but it was too compelling for him to really care. Pulling up a chair across the coffee table from Tonks, he reached for the offered goblet of juice. He didn't think he had ever had pumpkin juice before, but he was sure it would be fine.

"It's that easy, is it? Well, if I'd realized that, I should have been conjuring things up long ago, instead of trekking to the cafeteria." He took a sip of the pumpkin juice. "Well, not to slight 'nasty, old' iced tea, but this is quite good!"

He set the goblet down and faced his female friend. Despite the shocking assault her ensemble made on his eyes, it somehow suited the witch of the multi-hued hair. He was, if he were being honest with himself, incredibly happy to see her and dying to know what she wanted to talk about.

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tonks_please
2008-12-06 01:25 pm UTC (link)

Though the subject really should have been dropped when she ordered her own drink, she found that she had far too much nervous energy and she continued rambling on on the subject. "I don't know why anyone would want to drink cold tea. What's the point, anyway?" She took a deep breath and then kept going. "You should really take that cold tea and head it up with a nice warmth charm."

She was so far beyond what would count as polite, and she realized it suddenly and looked at him apologetically. This was going just about as badly as it could be. She didn't even know what she'd come to say, except to have this out, but this certainly wasn't it.

"Oh, bugger it." She muttered to herself before turning to him. There was far too much thinking involved, and she decided that it wasn't worth her time. "I love you." Her cheeks colored up again, but she didn't look down from his blue-eyed gaze.

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marcus_cole
2008-12-07 12:33 am UTC (link)

When Tonks went on again about the negative qualities of iced tea, Marcus knew something must be working on her. It wasn't like her to be this impolite. When she came out and told him she loved him, he knew that must have been it. Despite his joy at hearing the words, Marcus's stomach turned flips in anticipation of his own confession, and a chill went over him in apprehension of the moment. He took her hand and looked into her shining eyes.

"Tonks, I love you, too. I think I have for a little while now, and I think I've known since I rescued you."

He decided to stop while he was ahead. What if she had come to tell him that she loved him but they couldn't be together? It was possible, seeing as she believed she was fated to die young and in the arms of a hairy man-beast. Even if that were the case, though, he was glad he had made her aware of his feelings.

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tonks_please
2008-12-07 01:55 am UTC (link)

What had she been expecting? She had no idea, but it certainly wasn't this. Actually, she'd never come out like this and simply told someone she loved them, for the very good reason that she'd never been in love before. She gasped, but once the shock wore off, her eyes were shining with delight.

"You... you do?" She captured her lower lip between her teeth and chewed at it for a second, contemplating her next move. "How come you never...?" Apparently, though, she decided that didn't matter. Her emotions were too strong, and she rose up and flung herself at him.

The intention was to land in his lap, but being Tonks, she instead tripped over thin air and went sprawling. Her head rested against his leg, and she decided that was good enough as she clung to it blissfully.

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marcus_cole
2008-12-07 10:53 pm UTC (link)

Marcus, surprised by Tonks' sudden leap towards him, had flung his arms out to catch her, expecting her not to have complete control of her trajectory. He was again surprised, however, by just how little control she actually had. When she landed hugging his knee, he was mostly just happy she had not hurt herself.

"Are you alright down there? Yes, yes, I really do. Can I take it you're pleased?"

Stroking Tonks on the head, he knelt down slowly, meeting her on the same level, on the floor. Taking hold of her shoulders he attempted to detach her from his leg and hold her before him, where he could look into her eyes.

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tonks_please
2008-12-08 05:11 pm UTC (link)

It was more than a little embarassing, or it would be to most people. Tonks, however, was used to such things. Not that she regularly threw herself at men, but just the fact that she spent more time tripping than walking normally had to say something. However, when he shifted down onto the floor with him, she was more than happy to wrap her arms around his neck instead and cling to him.

"Well, I guess so." She smirked slightly at him, a little manic, her eyes gleaming mischieviously. "It's not the worst thing that's ever happened to me, anyway." She pulled away and smiled and him, gazing in his eyes. "So, you really, really do?"

She paused for awhile, simply to look into his eyes, and then raised a hand to rest it on his cheek. "Why? I mean, why would you love me? I don't get it."

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marcus_cole
2008-12-09 08:52 am UTC (link)

Marcus hugged Tonks back, enjoying the sensation of holding her in his arms. It felt good to be so close to her, to have so much contact with her. He could have done it for a lot longer, and was slightly wistful when she pulled away to look him in the eye.

"Yes, I really, really do. Don't take me wrong. It's not the kind of thing I say lightly, but I truly mean it. I know you're going to say it can't be, because I've got my world and you've got yours, but I just can't help it. You are the most beautiful, fascinating, and amazing woman I have ever met. You continually surprise me, and continually delight me. For as long or as short as we have, I don't want that to stop."

Smiling into the hand placed on his cheek, he took one of his own from her shoulder and touched her face, too. It meant a lot to him to see the look in her eyes.

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tonks_please
2008-12-09 05:57 pm UTC (link)

She was really torn, actually. She knew herself well enough that if she tried to do all the things she wanted to do, she would fall all over herself and get none of them done. So she contented herself with simply touching his face and feeling his hand on her cheek. After awhile of that, though, she giggled softly and rested her head on his shoulder, clinging to him.

"I don't say it at all, really." She thought about that for awhile. "I mean, my parents perhaps, but it's not the same at all, is it?" Her head shifted up and she allowed her lips to press lightly against his throat. "Not the same at all. But I'll say it to you and I'll mean it."

She sighed softly at some of his words. "Yes, well. There is that, isn't there? You and I aren't from anywhere remotely near the same place. And there's still the war, but... I guess I'm just a romantic, because I think love is worth it."

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marcus_cole
2008-12-10 09:20 am UTC (link)

Marcus held Tonks to him, reaching up to stroke her bright hair. What a pleasant pose in which to have a conversation! Marcus found he enjoyed it even more when he felt the witch's lips brush his neck. Shivering with pleasure, he smiled broadly.

"I think love is definitely worth it. I think it's rare enough as it is, and I think we need to reach out and grab it when it presents itself, even if it might be for only a short while."

Continuing to stroke her hair, he leaned back against the couch and pulled Tonks' torso with him so she was leaning against him. He had so rarely allowed himself a moment like this, and wanted it to last forever.

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