Post by Dylan Cooper on Jul 14, 2008 23:14:44 GMT -5
Smiling happily as she slipped into his arms, he was glad when his burden was finally relieved of him by the ever-friendly house elves and they could begin making their way back up the castle without worry; apart from that of being found in each other’s embrace after curfew, of course. He wasn’t really concerned about that small chance at the moment, however, preferring to focus on the simple pleasure of being in such a good scenario. He wanted to utilise as much of this time as possible, while he had her alone and in a quiet situation, and to do so his mind would not linger on unsavoury thoughts.
Enjoying the near silence of the walk, he was almost entirely regretful when they finally reached the common room on the fourth floor, though it was exceptionally warm. A bit crowded for his liking, but he could deal with that easily; blocking everyone but D’rorah out. Having no notion to head anywhere specific, he allowed himself to be led onto a comfortable navy couch before the fireplace. Settling down happily, he exhaled deeply as she moved to sit directly beside him, leaning over to largely rest onto his chest.
The fire warming him immensely, Dylan’s arm draped gently across her shoulders and fell down her side as he snuggled himself in better, a comfortable weariness coming over him. Smiling lightly at her comments and noting that her actions and words conflicted greatly with each other, he wondered briefly if it could really hurt for them to fall asleep here. Afterall, it could hardly create a scandal if they slept in plain sight of anyone happening to chance by – it wasn’t like they were sneaking up to his dormitory together and locking the door; no, he was sure it would be fine.
His argument for them remaining… if you might call it an argument to begin with, was largely influenced by his simple desire to remain here with her and to wake up in the morning with her gorgeous features the first thing he would see. His smile lightening at the prospect and his eyes lighting up, the arm he had previously draped across her tightened around her slightly, almost possessively. Approving fully of her desire to escape for a few hours, he knew it would be good for her to get away from responsibility and the stress of the war they were facing. He was pretty sure that the lightfighters often forgot that D’rorah, too, was only a student; not even eighteen, and yet so much pressure was placed on her inadvertently because of her innate inclination to work as hard as she could for what she believed in, what she fought for. Admittedly, he often regarded her as being far older than the reality, but there were an increasing amount of situations in which he found that it was a complete error on his part to overestimate her simply because she was their unspoken leader.
Placing the softest of kisses on her head, he ensured both arms were wrapped comfortably around her. His eyes resting on her, he smiled gently and offered what was most probably an unheard ‘I love you’, quiet as it was. He allowed his head to sit back against the rear of the couch and, not caring who was watching or even paying the slightest amount of attention. At the moment, he had all he needed right there in his arms; be damned every and anyone who wanted to take that away from him, and he made a resolution to work harder, to train more, to study and translate twice as much. With that comfortable little idea in mind, his own mind settled down and began fading off.
Enjoying the near silence of the walk, he was almost entirely regretful when they finally reached the common room on the fourth floor, though it was exceptionally warm. A bit crowded for his liking, but he could deal with that easily; blocking everyone but D’rorah out. Having no notion to head anywhere specific, he allowed himself to be led onto a comfortable navy couch before the fireplace. Settling down happily, he exhaled deeply as she moved to sit directly beside him, leaning over to largely rest onto his chest.
The fire warming him immensely, Dylan’s arm draped gently across her shoulders and fell down her side as he snuggled himself in better, a comfortable weariness coming over him. Smiling lightly at her comments and noting that her actions and words conflicted greatly with each other, he wondered briefly if it could really hurt for them to fall asleep here. Afterall, it could hardly create a scandal if they slept in plain sight of anyone happening to chance by – it wasn’t like they were sneaking up to his dormitory together and locking the door; no, he was sure it would be fine.
His argument for them remaining… if you might call it an argument to begin with, was largely influenced by his simple desire to remain here with her and to wake up in the morning with her gorgeous features the first thing he would see. His smile lightening at the prospect and his eyes lighting up, the arm he had previously draped across her tightened around her slightly, almost possessively. Approving fully of her desire to escape for a few hours, he knew it would be good for her to get away from responsibility and the stress of the war they were facing. He was pretty sure that the lightfighters often forgot that D’rorah, too, was only a student; not even eighteen, and yet so much pressure was placed on her inadvertently because of her innate inclination to work as hard as she could for what she believed in, what she fought for. Admittedly, he often regarded her as being far older than the reality, but there were an increasing amount of situations in which he found that it was a complete error on his part to overestimate her simply because she was their unspoken leader.
Placing the softest of kisses on her head, he ensured both arms were wrapped comfortably around her. His eyes resting on her, he smiled gently and offered what was most probably an unheard ‘I love you’, quiet as it was. He allowed his head to sit back against the rear of the couch and, not caring who was watching or even paying the slightest amount of attention. At the moment, he had all he needed right there in his arms; be damned every and anyone who wanted to take that away from him, and he made a resolution to work harder, to train more, to study and translate twice as much. With that comfortable little idea in mind, his own mind settled down and began fading off.