Ellie Morgan ❇ Jaenelle Angelline (witchchild) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2017-01-10 19:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | dustin guevera, ellie morgan |
Who: Ellie Morgan and Dustin Guevera
What: Ellie's not good at this, but she's pretty sure that there should be more of a difference between hanging out with a friend and hanging out with a boyfriend.
Where: Camelot castle, Ellie's room.
When: Tuesday, January 10; evening
Warnings: TBD, maybe language, definitely breakup talks.
Ellie always slowed down, when she was getting to the end of a book. That was the problem with books, they had to end, and sometimes Ellie wasn't quite ready to let go of the characters, quite yet. It was different, sometimes, when she was reading a series, and there was another book coming. She could speed through those, all the way to the end, until she got to that last book. Then, just like always, she slowed down. She'd always been bad at letting go of things, even when those things wouldn't really be gone. She could always read the book over again, and she probably would, if it was a good book. A dozen times, until the bindings came unglued from the pages being flipped so many times and the whole thing fell apart. Honestly, she ought to just go to ebooks, but it just wasn't the same as holding the real thing in your hands. Having a real book made everything in it seem more real, somehow, just by being able to hold it in her hands.
The book she was reading that day was an old favorite, one she'd read so many times before that she could quote parts of it just by memory, but she was still almost holding her breath while Val and Luis raced to reclaim Ravus's heart and place it back in his chest. She knew that they could manage it, that Val would save him with a kiss, in the end, and that she would go back to finish out her normal life so that she and her troll could be together, and live happily ever after. Or, at least, happily until the next book. It wasn't the last book in the series, but Ellie still slowed down, on this one. She'd always liked Val and Ravus best, the girl and the troll that she fell madly, fiercely, in love with, enough that she'd face down an entire faery court to save him. Even before Jaenelle, that had always been the kind of of love story that Ellie fell into most deeply, the one where the girl loved the monster, the thing that she should have been afraid of. The ones where the girl became something that other people were afraid of, too, so that she could save her monster.
Her feet were resting easily, comfortably, in Dustin's lap, toes curling inside her socks while her eyes dragged along the pages, as slowly as she could possibly read, drinking in every word of it. She'd kind of, sort of, forgotten that he was even there, but Dustin ought to be used to it, by now. That was just sort of how Ellie was, when she was reading. Ever since he'd first met her, even. As active as Ellie was, as prone as she was to dragging the whole lot of them into some kind of trouble, it was pretty easy to keep her in one spot for hours, if you didn't care if she was polite about it, as long as you handed her a book. Not just any book, though. It had to be a good one. Ellie's opinion of what a good book was had always been pretty specific: no damsels in distress, and there better be some kind of scary creature who ended up not being so bad after all in it. Good thing that Beauty and the Beast was so popular, and that there were plenty of books that copied it.
Absently, Ellie held out her hand, tried to connect just the tiniest thread of Craft to the cup of water that she'd left on her bedside table. She'd been getting a little more comfortable with using it openly. She'd stopped trying to hide it, now, that she was more than a Healer. After she'd told Freddie, and he'd told her that he'd still love her no matter what, even if she wasn't human, telling everybody else about it hadn't been nearly as scary. As long as Freddie loved her...
Freddie. Guilt stabbed Ellie like a needle—bad enough that it hurt, but not so bad that she would drop everything that she was doing to fix it. Everything that she was doing, this time, being the fact that she and Freddie had made up, and Freddie and Dustin hadn't. Ellie knew that she should have done something about it. That she should still try to do something about it, to fix things between Freddie and Dustin. Dustin and Freddie had been best friends for a long time before he'd been Ellie's boyfriend, and it was really, really selfish of her to just be so glad that she had her brother back, but... well. There wasn't any but. It was selfish, but Ellie and Freddie had made up on their own, and it wouldn't have worked if someone had tried to make them make up before they were ready. It hadn't worked, some of their family had tried. It wouldn't work for Ellie to try to force Freddie and Dustin to get along again before they were ready, either, right?
Even if it made things even more weird between Ellie and Dustin.
Maybe Ellie wasn't concentrating as hard as she should have on using only a little bit of Craft to bring the plastic cup to her hand, instead of a whole heap of it. Actually, she definitely wasn't, because everything plastic in the room started flying toward her before she looked up from her book, wide-eyed, and dropped the connection. Not, of course, before the cup had come flying, too. It spilled when it landed, on the bed where the two of them were hanging out, soaking the sheets and both their legs. "...oops." She peeked at Dustin, biting her lip. "That could've gone better."