Who: Ashlyn Cooper and Sieffre Robins
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Where: Sieffre's house
Where: very very early Monday morning, just after the
fight at Christian's place. It's not completely finished yet, but I wanted to get it up so we'll just finish it in comments :D
Despite the amount of alcohol Ashlyn had consumed, she was apparating herself to Wales; she certainly didn't want to go home after the mess she caused, and when Sieffre came to mind she went with it without question. She fell to the ground outside of his house once she finally arrived and after a quick check on her eyebrows and limbs, she stood and surveyed the house. There weren't any lights on at the Robins house; it was rather late, so she wasn't really holding out hope. She traipsed across the nicely manicured lawn to the back of the house where Sieffre's window was located. From what she could remember, his window was all the way on the left of the house. She looked down at the ground for pebbles but didn't find a blessed thing. Bugger.
Wait, no. She was a witch. A very smart (...probably not very smart, given the events preceding her arrival in Wales), empowered witch who knew how to take care of herself and deal with any situation (....probably not, considering she'd just run away from a very sticky situation). With a quick flick of her wand, she'd sent bright red sparks up at his window. She closed her eyes, swaying a bit from inebriation and exhaustion before sitting down cross-legged on the lawn to wait for him to wake up. Even if it meant that she would be sitting out there until the morning.
Sieffre had just come back to his room after showering and brushing his teeth, a towel wrapped around his waist. Not like he had to worry about any girls seeing. He wasn't in the dorms, and Alis and Siân hardly counted. They were his sisters, not girls. He had just closed the door when he saw the sparks and cursed under his breath. His parents were sleeping and he really did not need to deal with them getting angry because Ludo or one of the other boys had decided to involve him in some mischief. Moving across the room, he held the towel up with one hand, opening the window with the other. "Bagman, what the bleeding hell are you-" he leaned out the window, prepared to give Ludo a piece of his mind, when he realised who it was and promptly flushed the colour of a tomato. "Ashe?! H-Hold on a second...I'll be right down."
He quickly threw on a pair of trousers and a Catapults t-shirt and ran down the stairs as silently as he could, not bothering with shoes or trying to get his hair into a state of order. He opened the back door and came out side, approaching Ashlyn. "Is everything alright?" he asked, sounding slightly panicked. He had good reason, since he couldn't think of a logical reason Ashe would be there so late unless it was an emergency. Well, there was that and the fact that she'd seen him half-naked, which was cause for panic in an of itself. "What's wrong?"
Ashlyn was busy cradling her head in her hands as she waited for him to come down from his room. Oh, Merlin what had she
done? She felt as if there was a giant rock in the pit of her stomach; maybe coming to Sieffre was a bad idea. She had a feeling that he would be disappointed in her for her actions. She sat on his lawn, her mind racing at a million miles an hour as she waited for him to finally emerge. Oh, bugger. And now she was crying. "I...I did something really stupid and and...I don't..." She really wished she could string together a coherent sentence for once that evening. She'd
kissed Christian, and Ingrid had popped in just then. Not before she'd done it, and not after Christian pushed her away. Bloody hell. A rather loud sob escaped from her as she slowly looked up at Sieffre.
Sieffre was rubbish when it came to crying girls. Especially when the crying girl in question was Ashe. He sat next to her, pulling her into his lap and wrapping his arms around her. He felt a little awkward, holding her like this, but Ashe was upset and he just wanted to make it better. Because he was kind of in love with her and had been forever. He sighed, stroking her hair, wishing she would stop crying, because it hurt to see her crying. "What happened, Ashe?" he asked. "What did you do that has you so upset." He had a sinking feeling that this was going to be another story involving Christian bloody Entwhistle, but he pushed aside his jealousy toward the other boy. That wasn't important. What was important was that Ashe was alright. "You can tell me," he assured her. "We're best mates. You can tell me anything."
She let her head rest on his chest just by his shoulder as she worked on calming herself down so she was actually coherent when she spoke. She felt so safe and warm sitting there in his arms. He wasn't going to judge her, this was
Sieffre. Letting out a slow breath she turned her head so her words wouldn't muffle against his body. "I went out with some old mates from school and they got me bloody pissed and then I wasn't thinking straight and," she sniffed loudly as she worked on gathering the rest of her thoughts. "I popped over to Christian's flat without thinking about it and I wasn't thinking right and and...I kissed him and if it weren't enough that he was completely repulsed about it, but Ingrid showed up at just that time and and and--" she felt the tears start up once again, "when I left they were having a row and I didn't know what to do and I probably shouldn't have apparated but I didn't want to go home right now. And then I thought of you and--I'm pretty sure I'm not missing anything important like fingernails--and I just didn't want to be alone right now." She could feel the weight lifting off her as she spilled everything to Sieffre. It was soothing, sitting there with him comforting her--she felt like maybe she could forget about everything, at least for a while.
Of course. He was convenient. Safe. A friend she could come to and cry over a stupid bloke who couldn't see how amazing she was. It drove him absolutely mental, but he knew at the end of the day he'd always be there for her. He'd never turn her away and he'd do his best to make her feel better, even if it hurt like hell. Because she was his best mate, his Ashe, and he never wanted to see her cry. He ran his fingers through her hair soothingly, letting her cry into his shoulder. He wanted to go and find Christian and deck him for putting her in such a state. Why couldn't the fool see how much Ashe cared about him? At the very least, he could have let her down easily before it came to this. Anyone with eyes could see just how much Ashe cared about him, so why couldn't he? He almost laughed out loud at that but held it in, not wanting Ashe to get the wrong idea. He could just as easily be describing Ashe when it came to his feelings. But he didn't blame her. What was he compared to Christian Entwhistle? He spoke finally, his voice soft but filled with indignation on her behalf. "I don't know why you waste your time on that stupid...coc oen, Ashe," he said. "Anyone could see you're too good for him. And he's so caught up in Ingrid he can't even see how amazing you are. So why do you let him do this to you?"
Her head had been on his chest but when he started speaking, she looked up at him. Her eyebrows furrowed at his words. "I...what? I don't think I'm..." Oy, she felt very confused at the moment. She tried studying his face to see if she could pick up on some sort of hidden meaning or something behind his words but it was late and she was quite exhausted. "I know what you're saying but I don't--" she stopped, frowning a bit to herself. He thought she was amazing? Well, of course he did--he was Sieffre and it was only right for her mate to think that. She shook her head. "I don't know why I let him. But...it's not like it really matters anymore, does it? Because he's with her and I made a bloody idiot of myself in the process."
Sieffre shook his head. She didn't get it. She would never get it. He moved her from his lap, not harshly but he was too keyed up to sit still and got to his feet pacing. "That...shinach...twyll tin...I don't know what you see in him!" He'd had it up to here with listening to her go on an on about Christian, letting him hurt her, and never seeing how he felt. "Of course it bloody well matters you daft lass. The world doesn't end just because Christian bloody Entwhistle doesn't fancy you. Christ, Ashe, you are far too good to let some stupid boy get you down like this. You need to forget him and move on. Because you are brilliant and he is not good enough for you. He never will be. He's just a stupid prat who doesn't see what he's missing out on!"
Doesn't see what he's missing out on? Ashlyn watched him as he paced back and forth, ranting on about her and her infatuation and--oh, this would probably be a better conversation saved for when she was sober. She felt a bit defensive when he said that the world didn't end just because he didn't fancy her.
Right, as if that were really true with crushes; if the let down was supposed to be easy, it'd be called something entirely different. But she held her tongue and waited for him to get everything out. "Well, I'm not going to say that he's not stupid but..." she trailed off. She couldn't come up with anything witty or clever at the moment. So much for being a Ravenclaw.
"You don't even get it, do you?" Sieffre was beyond frustrated. He raked a hand through his hair trying to calm down. He couldn't do this, he couldn't just tell her how her felt. Except that he was pretty sure he was going to and that was bad because she was drunk and he was going a bit mental and she probably wouldn't remember and...oh god, the words were coming out of his mouth before he could stop them. "Are you completely blind?" he said, not caring about how loud he was being. His parents were heavy enough sleepers and he needed to say this now or he never would. "I happen to love you, you stupid, stupid girl!" Okay...maybe he shouldn't call her stupid while he was declaring his love for her, but that was the sort of thing that just sort of happened. "I love you, Ashlyn. I always have, actually. Since the moment I saw you...or at least since fourth year. I love you so much I think I might throw up." Again, not so romantic, but he was under a lot of stress here.
She pulled her arms tightly into her body as he went on with the next bit of ranting before she felt everything just slowly stop around her. He loved her? And he'd...fourth year? She had a very confused look on her face but when he said the bit about throwing up she began to laugh. Oh, Lord...if she had realized that he
fancied her, well...she probably would've been responsive. She just never saw it because they were such close friends. "I don't want you to throw up," she said with a smile. She felt happy everywhere at the moment. She did her best to stand up without wobbling--though for a moment she was sure she was going to fall back down again--before walking over to him. "You should have said something," she said softly, looking up at his face. "I mean before now. Because..." she stopped herself from following that tangent further. What he said played over and over in her head. It was so silly but she could tell that he meant it. She felt really nervous standing so close to him, knowing how he felt. It was a good nervous, the kind that bugged you and ate at you but made you feel giddy and alive at the same time. She slowly reached out for his hand, letting her fingers lace with his. For some reason she feared that this would feel wrong and awkward for her but it wasn't; quite the opposite, actually.
He shouldn't have said any of that. Somehow, he knew he had ruined their friendship by telling her. She was going to tell him she just didn't feel that way about him. She was going to run away or tell him off for saying she was stupid...and he really hadn't meant that, except he had in a way because he was just so tired of listening to her talk about Christian. She was going to...oh...okay. She was going to tell him she didn't want him to throw up. That worked. He just sort of stared at her as she spoke, realising that she wasn't leaving and she wasn't angry. "Uh...G-Good," he stammered nervously. "I don't really want to throw up either." He looked down at her hand in his and blinked. "I would have said something before, but I didn't know how and you were so focused on Christian and I didn't want to destroy our friendship, but I just can't keep it bottled up anymore. And I had to say it. So I've said it. And I'd say it again. I love you...ridiculously, maddeningly...in this sort of way that almost aches to be near you as stupid as that sounds. And I know I'm not Christian Entwhistle, but I think you're the most amazing, beautiful, intelligent, bloody fantastic girl I've ever met. And they always say carpe diem...you know...seize the day. So, this is me. Seizing it. Except it's not really day. It's night. Really late night in fact. And please just tell me to shut up before I make an even bigger arse of myself."
Ashlyn shook her head. "I like your rambling. And I don't want you to be Christian Entwhistle. I want you to be Sieffre Robins." Everything he was saying, it was making her feel light headed. There had been a strange turn of events and she was still trying to grasp exactly what that meant for her; she'd probably severed two friendships in one go but at the same time she'd managed to push her mate into proclaiming his love for her. And it was scary that her feelings for Christian were gone so quickly, but when she stood there in front of Sieffre holding his hand and listening to him talk, she felt
right. He knew her probably more than anyone else in the world and not only that, but he understood her. He knew why she believed in what she did and he at least supported it (and if he didn't, she wasn't sure why he'd been sticking with the Feminist club for so long). It was only fitting that one of them fell for the other and that it came out in the end. Things between them could work because of everything they'd gone through together, right?
She raised herself up on tippy toes to get to his height before kissing him. Maybe it was rushed but hey, he knew what he was getting himself into when he proclaimed his affections. But, just in case, she didn't let it last very long. A blush started forming on her cheeks as she smiled at him. "How do you say 'I love you' in Welsh?" she asked curiously. She liked listening to him when he spoke in Welsh. The words just had a good flow to them and she'd always been fascinated by it. She probably wouldn't say that she was in
love with him just yet, but she did find him to be rather attractive.
Sieffre just stared at her for a long moment before smiling shyly. "That's good," he said, "because I'm probably going to keep rambling when it comes to you...because that's how I get around girls I fancy...I assume...because I've only ever felt this way around you and you're the only one I get like this around. And I'm glad you don't want me to be Christian Entwhistle. Because I wouldn't want to. To be honest, I think he's quite possibly the thickest bloke imaginable for not seeing how brilliant you are...but I'm glad too because if he did then you'd probably be with him and I really don't like the idea of you being with him. Because I like the idea of you being with me. As I've sort of established." His hand was warm in hers and he was slowly turning red as he continued rambling, starting at his ears and spreading down his neck. He wished he could shut up, but now that he'd told her, his brain just wasn't cooperating at all.
Of course, then she kissed him and he couldn't be bothered to formulate actual sentences. He stood there, frozen with shock, and she had pulled away by the time he realised he should probably kiss her back, so he leaned down and kissed her properly, trying to hold down the giddy urge to dance around like a fool. Her question startled him into actually thinking again. "Rwy'n dy garu di," he said after he got his brain working again. He was looking down at his feet trying to resist the urge to pinch himself to be absolutely sure he wasn't dreaming. He didn't want her thinking he was weird or anything. Of course, she'd known him long enough by now to know that he was weird without him giving her further proof.
She smiled as she listened to him speaking."We're going to have to work at this rambling thing," she said with a grin, "Otherwise I'll never get a word in edgewise." She liked being able to follow his mental train of thought and found it amusing and cute. And the kiss had been nice. She stepped in closer to him, letting her head fall once again on his chest. "I'm never going to be able to pronounce that right," she said softly. She didn't want to be such a downer, especially after he'd told her that he loved her but it was still eating at her that she'd gone and kissed Christian. And she was coming down from the alcohol. "So...I guess it's okay to ask what this means for us, yeah? Because...I mean, are we just friends are we more than friends or what?" She looked back up at him, wanting to try and gauge things with his expression.
