theodore nott is healing everyone but himself (ex_masker481) wrote in uprisingrpg, @ 2011-01-04 21:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | theodore nott, tracey davis |
Who: Tracey & Theodore
What: Hanging out after Tracey has dance practice.
Where: Theodore's home.
When: Tuesday afternoon.
Warnings: TBD.
Status: Logged in gdocs, continued in tags.
Breathing the slow deep breathes that always came during cool down at the end of rehearsal, Tracey waved her goodbyes to the rest of her dance group as they excited the studio for the day. The rehearsal had gone well and they'd gotten out on time, everyone seemed excited to get home or get on with whatever plans they had. Tracey herself took a moment to stop by the mirrored wall, wanting to make sure she was looking at least semi-presentable before she headed over to Theodore's place. She was dressed in one of her usual practice outfits; pale pink tights underneath a black tank leotard, with black leg warmers today, and her pointe shoes. Those, at least, she didn't need to keep on, she usually only wore them when she was practicing, or when she was breaking in a new pair. Lowering herself to the ground, she took a few minutes to remove the shoes, massaging her feet before reaching into her bag for her more comfortable ballet shoes. Only when she'd slipped through on did she rise gracefully back to her feet and take one more glance in the mirror. Hair pulled back in a bun, just the lightest amount of makeup... she wasn't sure why she was so concerned with how she looked. Alright, that wasn't entirely true. She wanted to look good for Theodore.
Shaking her head slightly, she reached into her dance bag, pulling out her cloak and wrapping it around her. Only then did she pick up her dance bag, slinging the broad strap over her shoulder. A careful glance around the room showed that no one was there, but she still wanted to take precautions. Making her way quietly across the floors, she ducked inside a small empty office. Only when she was in there and assuredly safe from prying eyes did she apparate to just outside the door the Theo's home. It was cold outside even with the cloak wrapped around her and her body still warm from all the dancing she'd done. Not wanting to stay out there too long and freeze, Tracey quickly raised her hand and knocked on the door.
Theodore really hadn't intended to fall asleep; he'd been reading on the couch, one of the medical journals he subscribed to. It wasn't boring reading in the least. Perhaps it was the vacation, which he'd settled into surprisingly well (maybe he should take them more often), or the warmth inside the house from the fire in each hearth. He startled awake at the knock, narrowly missing hitting his head on the lamp over his head, and set the journal aside. Running a hand through his sleep-tousled hair and straightening his slightly crumpled robes, he moved toward the door, wondering if it was Tracey on the other side. He hadn't the faintest idea what time it was, or how long he'd slept. Hopefully he hadn't missed her.
He grinned to see her there on the other side of the door, and opened it wider to let her in; it was cold outside. The icy wind bit into his skin even though he was still standing in the warm house, and he shivered. "Come in! You must be freezing."
Tracey was relieved when to door opened; luckily she'd only had to knock a couple times before he'd come to let her in. She was too concerned with getting in out of the cold at first to notice his appearance, and she slipped past him into the house, still holding her thick black cloak tightly around her body. Only when she'd gotten into the warmth and he'd closed the door did she turn to face him, smiling at the way his hair was still a bit tousled and his robes just a tiny bit wrinkly. "Did you fall asleep?" There was a hint of a teasing tone in her voice at the question, and she couldn't keep from smiling, even just slightly. "I promise not to judge you for it, it's so nice and toasty in here!" Toasty enough, in fact, that she felt comfortable removing her cloak. The heavy fabric slid down her shoulders, and she gathered it up to fold it over one arm, leaving her standing in her practice clothes. The outfit was actually quite a bit more form-fitting than anything she usually wore, but after well over a decade of wearing similar clothing, she'd become so comfortable in the outfit that she didn't even notice or care.
"I-- yes, I did," Theodore said, laughing. He closed the door behind her, led the way up the stairs to the living room, then gestured to the couch where he'd been, a couple of pillows stacked at one end. "I was reading, and I fell asleep. I hardly ever take naps, especially not by accident... but I suppose vacation is the time to do it, yeah? I'm just glad I woke up when you knocked."
He ran a hand through his hair, again, since apparently it was noticeably tousled. "Are you hungry? Or thirsty? There's plenty in the kitchen."
"Vacation is the perfect time to take naps," Tracey agreed, smiling slightly. "Though I'm definitely glad you woke up when I knocked, it was freezing out there." At the question, she nibbled on her lower lip for a moment and said, "Actually, I wouldn't mind something to eat? I've been dancing all morning and that always gives me an appetite. That, and a surprisingly amount of energy." She'd been watching him quietly as he ran his fingers through his hair again. Unable to resist, she reached out slowly, fingers brushing against one loose strand of hair and combing it lightly back. "There," she murmured softly, a faint smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Now you look wide awake, and not a bit like you've been napping."
Theodore was about to lead the way to the kitchen, when she reached out to touch him, a surprised but pleased light entering his eyes and adding to his smile. He liked the feeling of her hand brushing his hair, liked the smile that accompanied it, and her comment made him laugh. "It'll be our little secret," he said, and couldn't resist the urge to lean in, brushing a brief kiss on her lips. He'd resolved to kiss her more, so he was just keeping that resolution, really. Offering her his hand, he tilted his head toward the kitchen. "Let's get you something to eat."
Just a few weeks ago- Merlin, maybe even a week or so ago- Tracey might have pulled back at the sight of Theodore leaning in to kiss her. But she was comfortable around him now, even more so today because dancing always made her relaxed and sort of languid. So instead of pulling back, she stayed still, pressing her lips back against his just slightly as he kissed her, and actually smiling shyly when he pulled back. When her offered her his hand, Tracey took it carefully, letting her fingers lace in his and allowing herself to just enjoy the way it felt. "Lead the way," she replied softly. She'd been here once before, and she was relatively certain she remembered where the kitchen was, but still. She didn't mind if he led.
Theodore figured she knew this part of the house pretty well, considering she'd been here for New Year's, but he wasn't taking her hand just to lead the way. He did end up leading a little, not entirely intentionally, entering the kitchen just a step ahead of her. He wasn't sure exactly what she wanted, but he gestured to the kitchen at large. "Is there anything you'd like? I have some things already made, or we could make something. I suppose it depends how hungry you are."