danielle r. rookwood (curador) wrote in valesco,
@ 2011-02-05 19:54:00

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Donovan!
Her flat in Colombia wasn’t what you’d call a typical flat in England. She didn’t exactly have a lease more of a...promise? The new healers weren’t supposed to arrive for another two weeks, so she’d received an owl explaining that all of the things she’d left behind were probably going to be chopped up into firewood of some sort if she didn’t come and pick them up. Danielle was amazed at how much she’d left and forgotten about; she had gone to England with all the intentions of coming back to Colombia, but had not thought about returning for nearly the entire length of time she’d been home.

Or, to be more precise, she hadn’t thought about going back to Colombia since she’d run into Donovan Rookwood again.

Danielle tried to hold in her laughter as she squirmed on top of Donovan, knowing that her wet hair from the trip to the beach they’d just taken must be annoying. She hoped still being in her bathing suit counteracted that. There weren’t many places to sit in her tiny, tiny hut of a flat, but she definitely could have decided to sit somewhere besides in his lap. The love seat was nowhere near big enough for two people to lie comfortably, but that didn’t seem to bother the two of them.

“You’ve got a tan!” she let out with a laugh, kicking her sandals off her feet to climb further on top of him. Danielle knew she was being ridiculous, but she really could not keep herself away from Donovan.

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impulse
2011-02-06 12:55 am UTC (link)

Donovan couldn’t deny that it was a little bit weird, finally being in Colombia with Danielle after all these years. There was definitely more than just a little bit of apprehension felt at the idea of traveling to a country that, for the longest time, had shared part of the blame when it came to why she had left in the first place. It was what had initially torn them apart, back when they were in Hogwarts, and he had absolutely no desire to go to that damn country, up until she asked him about it a few weeks ago, and even then, the only reason he had agreed was because the thought of spending time alone with her was something that sounded most appealing.

It wasn’t that he had gotten over the fact that she had just up and left him once before, but knowing that he was going with her, that she was actually talking to him about her desires to travel played a big part in why he was there right now, having been trying to read when he felt the book in his hands get plucked from his fingers as she simultaneously climbed on top of him and then tossed the paperback over the back of the furniture. He lifted a brow at her, amusement sketched along his features as he tried to shimmy down a bit more, his hands at her waist, helping her keep her balance as she climbed on him like an attention seeking feline.

“Well, aren’t you observant?” He said with a smirk, his nose scrunching as he was partially whipped with saturated stalks of wheat and gold. Lifting his hands, he pushed her hair away from her face, a duel tactic to get it from hitting him in the face and allowing him to get a better view of her delicate features. “I’m surprised I didn’t burn. I don’t remember the last time I’ve been outside without there being fog, or clouds blocking that big, bright thing in the sky we call ‘the sun’.”

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curador
2011-02-06 02:27 am UTC (link)

"As if I would let you," she purred, quite happy that she'd had some of the sun-balm that the healers often used in the area. The first time Danielle had gone out on a medical visit, she'd come back as red as a tomato. Apparently it was a bit of an initiation process to get burnt , and the paler you are, the more eager the older residents are to get you crispy.

Danielle settled onto Donovan's lap, wondering why he thought he'd even have a chance to read on this trip. Of course, sunbathing on the beach was different, because even then if they weren't reading, Danielle would want to show him some parts of the beach she'd explored before, and it was always the perfect time to go into the water or---she just couldn't sit still. She'd never felt like this before, and it was definitely the fault of the man she was currently straddling. Donovan being here with her excited Danielle from the tips of her fingers (that danced along his shoulders) and all throughout her body and soul.

Oh, she wanted to stay here forever. They didn't have to be in Colombia (though the weather here was much more pleasing than the snow storms of England); Danielle wanted to stay here, with Donovan, forever. It used to be scary to think that way, but after everything they'd been through and surviving a war on top of it all, it really didn't seem like that daunting anymore.

"It looks good on you," her fingers traced up his jawline, running smoothly over Donovan's cheeks. "The tan. I like it."

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