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r α κ ([info]flower) wrote in [info]valesco,
@ 2013-03-19 18:24:00


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Entry tags:rose knightley, rupert brookstanton

AXE!
Rose woke with a start, jolting up from her slumbering position against Axe's shoulder in a flourish. Blinking slowly, it took her a couple of seconds to collect her barrings, and let sink in where she was and why she was there.

"Did they unfreeze England yet?" she asked groggily, rubbing her eyes with one hand. With the other, she clutched her new journal in her lap tightly, too afraid of missing a potential message from Kendall to let go of it. Or, miss any kind of update for that matter, for once she had gotten her hands on it, it had become quite clear how in the dark she had become over the past two months concerning her homestead and the people she cared about in it. A small, tired frown formed on her face at that thought, and to distract herself, she let her eyes rove over the scene before them.

With all the people that were being denied back into the country, it appeared that the Ministry, or the British Embassy in Egypt, it was unclear, had created something of a free-standing waiting area at the usual portkey drop off/pick up area back to the UK. And, from the looks of it, some witches and wizards had been here for many days, while others only a few hours like her and Axe, and many in between. It was a stroke of luck that no one had seemed to recognize them yet, and if they had, hadn't bothered to do anything about it, which she appreciated.

Letting out a heavy sigh, Rose ran her fingers through her hair and tossed it over her shoulder in an attempt to wake herself up faster. And, look more appealing, because if she had fallen asleep, that must mean it was time for her hourly bribing and berating of the portkey staff. She supposed it seemed silly to wait and demand for something that didn't look like would happen anytime soon, but what else could she do? They strictly weren't letting anyone into the country, which she refused to accept, because she was getting back into England and they were going to find Thomas, so---

"What time is it?" she muttered, turning to face Axe.



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[info]incharge
2013-03-21 12:56 am UTC (link)
Axe eyed the general masses with extreme distaste, not bothering to disguise his unimpressed and irritated expression. The chairs they had conjured earlier had lost any sense of comfort they may have once had, but he positively refused to allow Rose and he to graduate to the need for tents, unlike some of the squatters out here. Not many more people, he reasoned, and the Ministry would have to jump through quite a few hoops to explain the peculiar scene to the Muggles.

That was not his concern, however.

He had not yet been to sleep, which generally led to a very short fuse to his temper and a complete inability to command any one language politely. Despite the dull aching need to stretch his muscles, however, Axe only felt the faintest pulls to sleep. He'd reasoned one of them should stay awake, in the unlikely miraculous event that something here actually happened, and since she was the one currently suffering the most stress, the nicest thing to do would be to let her sleep while she could.

It was, he supposed, too great a temptation to fate, to assume two highly stressed professional Quidditch players might actually enjoy the entirety of their off-season in peace, but knew to bite his tongue. If the state of Britain was of any indication, it seemed this wasn't to be a peaceful period for anybody.

"Early." He stretched his sore muscles. "It is 4, I think." Axe generously thought he could tolerate another hour of being shuffled around, indirectly promised things, and lectured at before he began cracking skulls together.

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[info]flower
2013-03-21 05:13 pm UTC (link)
Her frowned deepened at the recognition of the time, and, still blinking hazily, Rose looked down at the journal in her hands, briefly, before shutting it. She thought next that she would state her new plan of attack, which included various forms of quidditch tickets, once again pulling the 'I am a very famous person' card, and restating her logic concerning not having technically set foor on English soil since England, when she realized something. In the flurry of the past couple of hours, she hadn't exactly... well, her thoughts had become entirely consumed with Thomas, and hadn't much thought about...

"Axe," Rose started, turning to face him properly. It was no secret that he and Thomas weren't exactly friends (or, more accurately, that Thomas hated him and Axe simply generally ignored her friend's existence ), so she could understand any tiredness he might have over being stuck here, in a hellish limbo, dealing with, whenever they decided to pop up, her practically hysterical fits concerning Thomas, how certain people were stopping her from returning to him, and whatever else randomly seized her. So she appreciated it, she appreciated his effort and patience over a situation that was obvious he would not have to be currently enduring if he wasn't with her. And she hadn't even acknowledged that yet, despite during one of her bribery rounds promising a portkey official tickets to France's next international appearance tournament matches.

"I know this isn't--" Rose started, but shook her head. She didn't like how that sounded. "I just--" she began again, but with her tiredness, quickly lost all patience to beat around the bush.

"Thank you. For coming, and staying, with me," she nodded, clutching her journal tightly. "It means a lot." She most certainly did not want him to think that his efforts had gone unnoticed, and honestly, she wasn't really sure she'd be collected as she was now without him here. Wasn't that a strange occurrence.

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[info]incharge
2013-03-22 12:14 am UTC (link)
Feeling a bit startled, he looked at her for a few moments, raising his eyebrow speculatively but not knowing what to say. Oddly, he felt he could not say anything at all, and that would be fine. Vaguely uncomfortable, because he was not used to people acknowleding such actions on his part, and because he was very unsure what to say despite a nagging sensation of being obligated to respond, his gaze slid down to her journal. Doing what felt natural, he slid his hand across her lap to cover one of her hands with his. "I understand," he said simply.

Frankly, he had been surprised she had asked him to actually accompany her, not just for him to also go back to Britain—she was, after all, largely the financier of their glorious vacation. The prospect of travelling alone, to a country allegedly on lockdown, because a friend was being kidnapped and held for ransom was certainly daunting, but Axe thought Rose's reasons went a bit deeper than a sheer need for company. After all, he did not have the best history with the friend in question, and there was a very excellent chance his presence might make things worse. To Axe's immense surprise, he had not balked at the proposition… he had thought very little beyond regret for what might have been in their remaining time together, and how quickly they could assemble their belongings and move.

And not that he was willingly to advertise it all over the place, but being able to help Rose, whether it was in threatening physical violence he was very capable of, or providing her a shoulder to sleep on, felt nice. Waiting a beat, he didn't let go of her hand, but he did speak again. "If you are feeling up to it, I noticed an official whose head seems as if it will make a very nice sound against that rock," Axe pointed lazily in its direction. "Perhaps he would appreciate being told as much."

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[info]flower
2013-03-22 11:03 pm UTC (link)
Her lips perked into a small smile, when they probably shouldn't have, and Rose felt her body ease in the tiniest of ways with his words. She had not required, and therefore not expected, a real response from him, but it was pleasant to experience nonetheless. It made her feel... resound in her decision to not separate from him despite their fantasy vacation being cut short, and comforted? Comforted. By Axe Brookstanton. Should that realization bother her? It didn't, absolutely, just as little as his hands on hers felt.

Rose let out a silent breath, and tilted her head. She thought, for a quiet moment, then deciding it appropriate, leaned over place a light kiss on Axe's cheek. The thought that someone, anyone, even at this hour, could be watching, or even waiting to eternalize such kind of public display just didn't... concern her. She didn't care, though she knew she should, but when your best friend had been kidnapped and you were currently barred from returning to said country of the grabbing, it tended to put things in a perspective. And that perspective was, for once, not giving a rat's ass about busybodies.

"That would be lovely." Never had such a violent suggestion sounded so sweetly appropriate to her ears. Blinking quickly, Rose's faint smile stayed on her lips as she stretched her legs briefly, and rose to her feet.

"Lead the way, Axebanger," she said, finally slipping her hand from his to sweep an open path for him.

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