Rhys Alexander Bradley is tired (rhys_ab) wrote in unforgivenrpg, @ 2010-10-19 21:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, 2000-10, c: rhys bradley, c: veronica montgomery, type: thread |
Who: Rhys Bradley and Ronnie Montgomery
When: Backdated to Monday night
Where: Yaxley home, Ronnie's bedroom
Rating: Low, probably.
Warnings: Slaves having cute relations
Summary: Rhys wakes up Ronnie by staring at her!
Rhys couldn't sleep. He hadn't slept the night before either. It was near impossible, knowing the girl what he would hopefully one day marry was in the next room. Through a door that may or may not vaporize his arms right off painfully. All that was separating them was the few feet and that damned door. And really, Rhys was starting to wonder if he cared enough about his arms. He wanted to spend time with Ronnie, especially since he was sure he was going home the next day. And even if he wasn't they were to be separated by their slave duties.
Ever since they had said their good nights on Sunday night, Rhys had just wanted to hold her and be with her and he certainly didn't want to go back to Goyle's. He knew that she was the key to his future, as horribly cheesy as that sounds.
Finally, deciding that the door was no match for him and his arms! Rhys pushed himself out of the bed he had been given and over to the door. He paused as his Ravenclaw-like mind got the best of him. Arms really were rather important. But as important as his fiance in the next room?
He had a fiance! They were going to marry one day.
That thought sent him, finally through the door. Which thankfully, didn't vaporize him. Relief. Ronnie, however, was asleep. Thankful that his opening the door hadn't woken her, quietly, Rhys moved across the room and climbed as carefully as possible into the bed. He didn't want to wake her just yet with all of his jostling. Under the blankets, he propped himself up on his elbow, behind his Hobbes and just watched her for a few moments. The way her hair fell around her face when she slept, the slight purse of her lips and her eyes moving under the lids. She must have been dreaming. The way her chest rose and fell as she breathed. It was all beautiful.
Carefully, so as not to frighten her, should she awake, Rhys leaned down and brushed the hair from her face and kissed her temple.