A firm knock sounds on girlyswot's door. She opens it to see a muscular red-head with mussed hair, faint freckles and blazing eyes.
"Bloody hell, girlyswot--in the last month I've nearly been killed by a crazed dragon, and you and I nearly broke up, and you decide to repost a scene with me and HERMIONE for my birthday? What are you thinking, woman?"
girlyswot takes a half-step back, glances back at her friend who has just awakened and is now leaning on crooked elbow in bed eagerly watching this interchange. Said friend waves and nods. "Go on, please. Explain. Don't mind me."
But she can't. Girlyswot is stunned and completely unable to answer Charlie. Disjointed answers about five hour exams, and essays, and coordinating Secret Santa fics, and picking up best friends from the airport tumble around in her brain. He ought to be glad I even remembered, she thinks.
He holds out two rippling, burn-scarred arms. "Only kidding, love. Thanks for remembering. No one else on your flist did." girlyswot falls into those arms and snuggles against his chest, reveling in the firm feel of it against her cheek and the soft thump-thump of his heart beat in her ear. He rubs her back and says softly, "I've a surprise for you and your friend here. The weather's perfect over at the reserve. Let's take a fly over it and then lunch out in the north meadow."
Darn. I guess I can't write Charlie flangst on his birthday! :)
Wonderful, Annette. And that's right, don't make Charlie suffer on his birthday. Unlike some other fictional characters, he wasn't written for flangst (even if he does have the sars for it!).
It was hard, but I did it. A man with scars is simply asking for flangst. But you're right - he's just not a flangsty character. *off to search for flangst*
Any man who can be bullied into having his haircut by his mum has, in my opinion, rather a low flangst-potential. Bill, on the other hand, was resolute (not to mention the scars)and thus is far more flangsty than Charlie.
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Date: 2007-12-12 05:36 pm (UTC)"Bloody hell, girlyswot--in the last month I've nearly been killed by a crazed dragon, and you and I nearly broke up, and you decide to repost a scene with me and HERMIONE for my birthday? What are you thinking, woman?"
girlyswot takes a half-step back, glances back at her friend who has just awakened and is now leaning on crooked elbow in bed eagerly watching this interchange. Said friend waves and nods. "Go on, please. Explain. Don't mind me."
But she can't. Girlyswot is stunned and completely unable to answer Charlie. Disjointed answers about five hour exams, and essays, and coordinating Secret Santa fics, and picking up best friends from the airport tumble around in her brain. He ought to be glad I even remembered, she thinks.
He holds out two rippling, burn-scarred arms. "Only kidding, love. Thanks for remembering. No one else on your flist did." girlyswot falls into those arms and snuggles against his chest, reveling in the firm feel of it against her cheek and the soft thump-thump of his heart beat in her ear. He rubs her back and says softly, "I've a surprise for you and your friend here. The weather's perfect over at the reserve. Let's take a fly over it and then lunch out in the north meadow."
Darn. I guess I can't write Charlie flangst on his birthday! :)
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