Draco Malfoy (madmalfoy) wrote in somerealityrpg, @ 2021-05-08 07:05:00 |
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Draco & Belle Thread
IWHO: Draco & Belle
WHAT: Some special words
WHERE: Narnia
WHEN: Saturday, May 8
RATING: PG
STATUS: Completed via GDOC.
Draco was pretty sure a lion was in charge. How was that even possible? He read somewhere that The Chronicles of Narnia was a book series too, but now Goodland was transformed into it. You’d think he was used to it after all his time in Goodland, but did one ever get used to talking animals?
He was sprawled on his sofa with a washcloth on his head. “Belle,” he complained, “I have a headache. This is just not normal!” He sat up and downed a potion he’d made for himself. It should set in quickly.
She had a book on her lap, but she set outside, plucking the cloth from his head to go get a fresh one. She was far more used to talking animals (and candle sticks!) So she smiled gently. "I suppose it is a little normal for me. I had talking candle sticks." She leaned down to press a kiss to his forehead.
"Can I get you anything?" Belle tucked a stray strand of blonde back off his face.
“Oh, that’s right,” he said. “I am surprised we haven’t met them here yet.” He enjoyed the feel of her kiss on his forehead. “I just hope all the animals are friendly like that lion.” He groaned. “Not in the mood for things trying to eat us again.” He shook his head to answer her question. “I’m good. Just hurry back!”
"Part of me is glad we have not." She didn't want to see the beast, again. She'd grown so much that it felt like a bad idea. Belle dampened the cloth and lifted him so she could sit with him on her lap. Then she draped the cloth over his forehead again.
"I hope so too, I don't enjoy the idea of being eaten by anything. I've had quite enough of that for one year." She huffed out a breath.
Draco winced, remembering Belle’s run in with whatever creature that thing had been. Draco didn’t mind Goodland; heck, he even liked it most days, but he did not like when things tried killing him and his loved ones. He reached a hand over to Belle. “We’ll just stay inside until this…event is over.”
She laced her fingers through his, "or at least unless someone is going to escort us around safely." She lifted his hand to lightly brush her lips over his knuckles.
"For now, we'll stay safely inside." She loved Goodland but it hadn't been the nicest this year and she was not here for it. "How are you feeling?"
“Too bad Edmund isn’t here anymore,” Draco mused. He sighed, thinking about his old friend. “I’m alright,” he added. “I think the potion is kicking in.” Granted, he could be a baby when he was sick, but his head did hurt. “I’m glad you are here. You make me feel better.” He sat up, moving his feet to the floor so he could rest against her shoulder. “What are you reading?”
Belle didn't mind, she'd be there for him even if he was the biggest man baby in the world. She watched him sit up carefully then nodded. "Good, I'm glad." She didn't like it when he was hurting. Not if she could help it.
A blush turned her cheeks red, high up, "I'm glad I make you feel better." She leaned against him, "The Poetic Edda, currently." She held it up, "I figured it would be a touch ironic to read the mythos around our resident Asgardians."
Draco chuckled. “Thor and his family must be thrilled to have so much written about them.” His smile faltered then. His family would likely be in the history books too, but for nothing good. “Ah, sorry, my mind ran away from me for a moment.” He planted a kiss on her cheek. “Read to me?”
Belle laughed, "I have never asked, or spoken with them. I should, they seem very approachable." Then she watched his smile falter and she nudged him softly. "I know, I could tell." She had a stack of books of varying tales about her story, she wasn't sure she wanted to read them yet.
"Of course," she flipped to the first, ", Völuspá,
For silence I pray all - sacred children, great and small, sons of Heimdall. they will that I Valfather’s deeds recount, men’s ancient saws, those that I best remember.
The Jötuns I remember, early born,, those who me of old have reared. I nine worlds remember, nine trees, the great central tree, beneath the earth." she had the voice for poetry, the words all but lyrically falling from her lips. She looked down at him, smiling warmly.
His eyes fluttered closed as he listened to her. Her voice was poetic and set him at ease. “I like it,” he told her sleepily. “I like...no...I love you, Belle.”
She ran her fingers through his hair, lazily, as she looked down at him. She was glad he was able to relax with her, it meant a lot to her. "I'm glad." Then she went still, mouth opening to say something, then closing as she blushed red from cheek to collarbone.
Belle turned enough to press a soft kiss to his lips, resting her forehead on his, not caring she was at an awkward angle, her voice a soft whisper. "I… I love you too Draco."
Draco never thought he’d feel so good hearing those words from someone else. He returned her kiss and moved so he could wrap his arms around her. “Let’s just stay here for the rest of the day. No animals and no people.”
Belle waited to see if she'd feel anything wrong, like she was betraying anyone, but she felt warmth and joy. She relaxed and snuggled into his arms, setting the book aside. Her eyes closed as she grinned. "I think that is an excellent plan."