George Fabian Weasley (hiseviltwin) wrote in reduxpitch, @ 2016-02-08 08:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, character: george weasley, character: lydia winters |
WHO: Lydia and George
WHAT: Totally innocent star-gazing between friends. Move along.
WHEN: Monday night
WHERE: A breezy hilltop in the northern parts of New Zealand
STATUS: Closed, Completed
RATING: Shouldn't go above PG-13
George's first two days in New Zealand had been the very worst of his life. This was not a dramatic over-exaggeration, he was flat-out miserable. He'd meant to go explore the city he'd arrived in, to go meet the people and see the sights, but he just couldn't. He just hurt so badly and the only things in his head were the constant replay of his last (ever) conversation with the woman he (still) loved and three hundred separate fantasies of how it could have gone differently and how it could still work out in the end.
So, on the first night, he'd gone to the hotel bar and met an American girl. They'd talked, he'd skirted why he was drinking alone in a foreign country, and so did she. Nothing came of it, they parted company after last call and he wondered if he shouldn't have made an inappropriate suggestion. Something about getting right back on the horse again.
Except that thought hurt even more, and so he locked himself in his room, leaving only to give the cleaning lady privacy while she made his bed and cleaned his shower. He ate room service, didn't sleep, watched terrible TV, and felt sorry for himself. It was a pretty shitty couple of days.
And then Lydia had arrived. She listened to his troubles, made him clean himself up, and took him for food in a public space. She was a saving angel who had dropped everything to come to the opposite end of the planet to help a friend in need, and George was going to repay that.
So they'd packed their things and found a beach resort at the very Northern end of the country. A two-bedroom apartment, fluffy towels, and a poolside deck were exactly what he thought they needed to come home to after a long day of adventuring. And there were plenty of adventures to be had.
Swimming with dolphins and hiking and zip-lines and sky-diving and rafting. He had a mile-long list of things he wanted to try, and by god, he was going to do whatever it took to stop thinking about what had sent him here in the first place.
So Monday. Monday had been their first day of adventuring. The dolphin cruise had sounded fun, with a journey through the bay and a chance to swim with the animals. It hadn't been death-defying or even adrenaline-pumping, but it was still a very nice day, and now they were ending it under a clear summer sky. The heavens spiraled above them, appearing close enough to touch, brought even closer by the telescope they passed between them.
It was... nice. The nicest he'd felt in a long, long time. Sitting there on a blanket under the turning cosmos.
Maybe too nice. Say something boring, George.
"I never did pay much attention in Astronomy," he said, breaking a brief silence, "I always felt like it wasted valuable after-hours time. I don't remember, did they cover Southern constellations? They must have, right?" A frown as he tried to remember. At any rate, none of the patterns in the stars made any sense to him.