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[bubosquared]

So, yes. Finally, I managed to get my ass out of bed at a reasonable time and be online at the same time as stoptocheer for more than a few minutes at a time. Therefore, more girl!Marcus.

Marcus: **is sleeping soundly, curled up against Oliver, one arm around Oliver's waist**
Oliver: :: arms around Marcus and face buried in her hair, sighs contentedly in his sleep::
Marcus: **wakes up a little because of the sun shining through the curtains** Mmfrg. **stretches, burying closer to Oliver**
Oliver: Shhhh. :: tightens his arms::
Marcus: **blinks, smiles, looking at Oliver**
Oliver: :: still has his eyes shut, but yawns::
Marcus: **continues to smile, then realises something's ... changed** ... Oh.
Oliver: Shh. :: twists his fingers in Marcus's hair, waking a little more:: 'm sleeping.
Marcus: **pulls away a little** Oliver ...
Oliver: Hmmm?
Marcus: **pulls away completely now** **more urgently** Oliver.
Oliver: :: grins, eyes still shut:: Marcus.
Marcus: **reaches over to get his shirt, then shakes Oliver's shoulder**
Oliver: :: sits upright, frowning a little, and looks at him:: -- oh, fuck.
Marcus: **pulls on the shirt** ... Yeah. **not looking at Oliver**
Oliver: :: stands up, facing the other way and hugging his arms around himself::
Marcus: **sits on the side of the bed, hands clenching in the sheets, looking down** I'm sorry.
Oliver: I... yeah. Shit. So am I.
Marcus: ... So. Um.
Oliver: Um. I'll. Go.
Marcus: **glancing at Oliver** Yeah. 's probably best.
Oliver: :: picks his robes up, fumbling::
Marcus: **resists the urge to get up and help, since Oliver probably won't even want him to touch him anymore**
Oliver: :: bites his lip and goes to leave, pausing a little at the door::
Marcus: **looks at Oliver, sadly**
Oliver: :: quietly:: I'll miss you.
Marcus: **swallows heavily** I''ll miss you, too.
Oliver: Um. See you around.
Marcus: Yeah. See you.
Oliver: :: leaves::
Marcus: **watches the door close behind Oliver, sighs, and starts packing his stuff to move back into the boys dorm room**

And then Fleur and I each spen-t some time RPing with ourselves ...

Terence: **looks up as marcus comes into the deserted-except-for-him dorm** Hey! What're you doing-- Oh.
Marcus: Yeah. **throws his stuff on his bed and plops down himself**
Terence: So. Um. Does Wood know yet?
Marcus: ... Yeah.
Terence: **sits down on the side of the bed, looking at Marcus** I'm assuming that means it didn't go well?
Marcus: **short laugh** Yeah, you could say that.
Terence: He didn't take it too good?
Marcus: **sighs, then shrugs** Wasn't expecting him to, really.
Terence: Why not?
Marcus: **looks at Terence** Because I'm not the one he fell in love with. He fell in love with HER, not ME.
Terence: But you are her. And HE IS the one YOU fell in love with.
Marcus: No, I'm not. I'm not her, and I'm not in love with him; I'm straight, remember?
Terence: Then why do you look like someone just hexed your teddy bear?
Marcus: I'm just ... readjusting to being myself again, is all.
Terence: **looks at Marcus sceptically**
Marcus: **ignores the look** Come on, let's go down for breakfast.

Oliver: :: storms back into the dorm room and throws himself on his bed, snapping the curtains shut::
Percy: :: is sitting at the desk for an early study session, and looks up as Oliver enters, opening his mouth as Oliver snaps the curtains shut. Sighs.:: Er. Oliver?
Oliver: :: curls into his pillow, burying his face and trying to repress his sobs::
Percy: :: gets up and walks over to Oliver's bed, pausing with his hand on the curtain, uncertain as to whether or not he should open it::
Oliver: :: doesn't move, just clinging to his pillow and wishing this feeling would just go away::
Percy: Oliver, I... :: finally pushes the curtain open and stands there very awkwardly:: Oh. Oh.
Oliver: :: turns over and looks at Percy, sitting up:: :: in a very empty voice:: It's over.
Percy: :: bites his lip - after all, he's really not all that competent with actual humans, and sits down, awkwardly patting Oliver on the knee::
Oliver: :: looks at him, then down at his own hands:: He. Changed back. This morning.
Percy: :: nods and brings his hand up to rest on Oliver's shoulder:: :: softly:: You knew this would happen.
Oliver: :: closes his eyes and shakes his head:: Eventually, but... why today?
Percy: :: shakes his head:: I suppose Flint thought it was time.
Oliver: Thought... he... you mean... he chose?
Percy: :: shakes his head:: I don't know, Oliver, I don't know what sort of hex it was. But I imagine... I'm sorry. :: rubs his back a little::
Oliver: :: looks down:: He... he chose. Chose to leave me. Chose. Oh. I.
Percy: :: whispers:: I'm sorry, Oliver.
Oliver: :: shakes his head and looks at Percy for a minute:: I. I think. I'll just go back to sleep, now.
Percy: :: nods and stands up:: I'll bring your breakfast up, shall I?
Oliver: :: nods and turns over as Percy leaves, laying his head on the pillow again and letting the tears slip down his face::
Percy: :: looks as if he's about to say something, but thinks better of it, and leaves::

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll go sob my eyes out in a corner.

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[elfiepike.livejournal.com]

me: *kicks Percy*
Percy: [in a high-pitched voice] Mommyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!
Molly Weasley: What on EARTH are you doing to my child?!
You: Kicking him.
Molly: Well, really. *holds Percy to her expansive bosom.* Sh, it's all right, darling, mommy will make it all better.
Percy: *sniffles against her breast* I love you mommy.
Molly: I know.

[sandrine]

me: *raises eyebrow*

When people say Weasleycest, I'm usually thinking of the twins or Ginny and one of her brothers, but... urgh.

me: *feels vaguely sick* ;)