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goldsebastian:
Sebastian raised his eyebrows, smirking slightly at her reply. “Do you just want a drag from this, or one of your own?” he asked.
Without hesitation, Marcella replied, easily despite herself, “This one. Makes sense, right.”
loganfwhite:
Logan gave a wry smile in return. “Do we think it would actually help the cold tea?”
Maybe childishly, but Marcella gave the matter some consideration for a moment, before she barreled forward. “For one, I don’t think anyone’s ever really tried, so there’s no way to be sure,” she teased. “On another hand, though, I think it might cheer you up, if not the tea. Which, really-- is it a loss?”
elliedowson:
ampersandromeda:
“Definitely not. The hardest chains to yank are the ones I go for. More fun that way.”
“My chain is really offended that you think it’s not enough of a challenge.”
amycxrrw:
Amycus smiled down at her, chuckling at the way she seemed to melt, the tightness gone. “There it is. Beautiful as ever, that.”
He was talking about her smile, the way her whole face seemed to light up with it, taking away years of stress. She wasn’t that old, far from it really, but her line of work had its moments of stress. Amycus supposed any job could do that to someone, but none least of all Marcella, who strove for the best in everything she did. If he had learned something about her in their years together, gathering information, it would have been that. That, and the fact that she was positively radiant when she smiled.
Amycus moved around to stand in front of her, nodding at her comment. “Of course- wouldn’t ask you to, love. I expect nothing less than to see your running through the park though. I mean, you’re already prepared for it.” He was teasing her; Marcella was a being completely outside of what he had always known, and her enthusiasm for adventure and running about was refreshing on days like this, where boredom and stress pervaded every aspect of his life.
“Where shall we go, hmm? Your choice. I’m just here to enjoy the day, and the company.”
There should have been... but there was no part of Marcella that rebelled against the familiarity with which Amycus addressed her. Everything -- the compliments, the easily slipped-in terms of endearment, the ease -- it didn’t distress her. Hell, it hadn’t been distressing her; if anything, it was her lack of distress that had been upsetting her. Maybe it was that it had left her vulnerable, or maybe it was that she didn’t know how not to be with him, but nothing about him made any walls go up. If anything, that part in the middle of her chest that had been aching for days now quietened, just like all the noise in her head that made it hurt.
All of a sudden, she was done with worrying about everything with him. Perhaps it was spending time with him that would make up her mind about whether she could trust him and let him into her life again. So, her smile went nowhere. If anything, it curled wider, brighter, and she took her hand in his, impulsive as always. “We’ll go where our feet take us,” Marcella replied without hitch, squeezing his hand softly. “I just want to enjoy the day and the company, too. Yours. And I want to pretend, for one day, that there’s nothing bad in the world at all. That it’s all sunshine and unicorns.” Starting to walk, and leaving her boots behind them next to the bench, she asked, “That something we can do?” But really, she knew what he would answer.
elliedowson:
When Ellie slowly tilted her chin down, giving herself a better angle to look down the length of her own body, it was over-exaggerated movements that dogged the dramatic display. “I seem to be in one piece.”
Though Ellie wasn’t, Marcella really did observe the length of her carefully, only nodding when she was sure that it was an unharmed one piece. Only then did she feel a sort of calm settle over her, replacing some of the jittering that had tucked itself, inconveniently, wherever it had wanted to. It took her a moment to be able to look at Ellie and say, “I’ve been a shit mate lately. I’m so sorry.”
goldsebastian:
“Well, you don’t have to. Tastes good in my opinion, though,” he said with a shrug.
Marcella leaned forward, nodding resolutely. “Well, then, let’s see if it’s true,” she found herself saying.
loganfwhite:
“Well, that. But also sad tea is just sad anyway.”
Her smile was a feeble thing, but her reply was good-natured, still. “Should we try telling it a really great joke?”
trapezingtonks:
“Sounds like it’s the thing you need to talk about most then,” Ted reflected, remembering the moments when words could do no justice to feelings. “You know, my mum, you wouldn’t take her for much of a reader, but she loved romances, and maybe that’s where I get it all from. But she used to always go on and on about this one quote, about being so in overwhelmed with a feeling that it had made it impossible to talk to anyone about it. I think there’s something to that. To being so overcome with an emotion that these words that we were taught just become insignificant to everything else.”
Marcella didn’t know how to argue with any of that -- not that she would have had she known -- because he made perfect sense. She couldn’t deny it. She did need to talk about it. The most, even. It strung a cord in her chest that had her sighing forlornly. “It feels like one of those things I can’t put into words. Like, it’s too big and too important and too confusing all at once.”
ztrod:
“Cricket,” Zoe repeated, taking a moment to place the word in her second language. “Those are those annoying night time bugs, aren’t they? The ones that are loud?” She sat at the end of the bench, tucking her legs up under her as she did so.
Marcella beamed at her reference being understood, nodding eagerly in response. “That would be correct,” she agreed, crossing her ankles and breathing in fresh air that felt so good.
trapezingtonks:
“I do that too sometimes. ‘Cept I usually just walk outside my front door and stare at the stars.” Falling in love with Andromeda had been easy. All Ted had to do was hold one conversation with her to know that the rest of his life he’d be staring into her eyes and never bother wondering what lay outside of them. But with Andy came problems that he hadn’t thought about. While he was bullied for his heritage, his rise in the school made him untouchable in many aspects. His position made him both a target, and something to wonder at. It was outside of school, when he was pushed to the ground after someone saw a ring on Andy’s finger, or where he was roughed up in the back alley of a pub after news of Andy being pregnant ran rampant–all of it was something that had never crossed his mind. The thoughts and fears always remained. Especially on particularly dark nights when his eyes wouldn’t adjust as soon as he’d like, and shadows turned to nightmares.
“I’m a good listener, you know. My bad jokes aside.”
Her smile, despite her low spirits and heavy fog of confusion, sprawled easily in the face of her friend’s nature. “Tedders, you damn romantic,” Marcella crowed, though in admiration rather than jest. She understood the look on his face, and found the softness of his smile to be more brave than most things she had seen in her life so far. And it was because of that, in addition to how easy it was to respect Ted Tonks, that it wasn’t hard at all to admit, “A man I used to--” Love? It didn’t feel right to say. But she didn’t know what would fit in its place and taste right, either. Her face scrunched up miserably. “I don’t think I know how to talk about it.”
ampersandromeda:
“Uh, yeah. Obviously. Why would I yank your chain about that?”
“Er, something to do with the yankability of my chain, I’d venture.”
trapezingtonks:
“They find great humor in it all, I’m sure,” Ted stated, still wondering what was wrong with her, why her happiness didn’t seem to be her normal state of happiness. But prying was something he usually had a hard time with, especially if it was a sore subject. “Any reason why you’re sitting in the park alone?”
“I guess the clowns have to,” Marcella feigned a sigh. “Nobody likes a sad clown.” But it only took one question from Ted to bring her back to feeling like a sad witch, which wasn’t all that better than a sad clown. Or more specifically, she struggled to take a liking to this version of herself. And somehow, in light of that, Marcella found herself saying, plainly, “My head got so loud it felt like there was no place that had enough space to hold it in. So, I came to sit in an open one.”
elliedowson:
Ellie didn’t respond, not with words at least. Instead she cocked her head to one side at Marcella, expression coated in a look her friend would have seen all too often, though usually directed elsewhere.
Maybe another person would have withered under the look shot her way, but Marcella had witnessed it far too often ( though not face-first ) to be cowed considerably- not that Ellie would ever mean for her to be. “Physically,” she clarified, her voice coming out a little stronger.
trapezingtonks:
“I know, I know. But I’ve heard far worse, and considering the circumstances, I think I appreciated that it didn’t seem to have as much anger behind it as most jokes of the sort had.” Ted held a stupid grin on his face, more for the fact that Marcella was now smiling herself. For a person who had more than just a few things bad happen to him daily, watching someone else’s mood change was more than enough to satiate him for a few days.
Despite understand perfectly exactly what Ted meant, Marcella still chose to tease him in reply. “Angry jokes? That sounds so silly. Totally defeating the point of a joke.” It wasn’t a surprising response for her -- how could it be? Avoiding serious subjects was what Marcella did best. But it was alright, wasn’t it? After all, Ted grinned, and that was enough for her.
goldsebastian:
“Do you want one? Or are you just going to complain about the smell?”
Marcella hesitated. “I’ve never tried this before.”
loganfwhite:
“There’s something so disheartening about forgetting about tea until it’s gone cold.”
“Knowing it’s your own fault?” Marcella teased lightheartedly.