Oh, god. Cannot stop obsessively re-reading these chatlogs.
"You're-- you're everything. Everything that I ever wanted. Everything I wanted to be. All in one package."
I am such a sap.
"I want you. Always have. And god help me, I probably always will."
Whimper.
"Because you're Oliver Wood, and I'm Marcus Flint, and it just doesn't work that way."
I don't know whether to smack him or hug him.
"Why, are you going to protect me?"
"Yes."
Somebody remind me they're not real?
And I still can't get the image of them dancing (!!!!!) out of my bleeping head. *eyes Sae* I don't suppose you'd draw them for me? I'd pay you. Honestly
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Just a lil sketch, nothing special. But until I can get the time to do a better one, I hope this'll do.
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And um. They're at the Hogwarts start-of-term ball, and masked, at least until they take off the masks and Oliver looks deeply ito marcus' eyes and starts to say something and is interrupted by Colin Creevey going psycho.
That enough info?
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I can't shake the feeling that I missed a couple of -major- RPG relationship developments, here. v_v;; Where do these things happen, and how does everyone learn about them so fast? (Well, okay, IRC/AIM/Y!M, I assume.)
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