Basil Bristow (![[info]](https://www.scribbld.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} entitled_to_it) wrote in ohrosie, |
He bit his lip, refusing to laugh, though it was good to hear her voice. Far too good and simply unreal. There had been letters and occasional photos, a post card here and there, but only when either had time. It meant months and at one point, nearly a full year. Rose Weasley was out of sight, but for Basil, never out of mind.
At her standard appraisal, he allowed himself to turn, giving time to take in her thinned frame and darkened skin. Frowning firmly at her scar and sighing near wistfully as he ended on her mop of red. Willpower was created for moments like this as Basil stopped his hand from reaching up to twirl around a lock. "So do you," he shrugged, turning back toward the closed doors of the lift.
At her standard appraisal, he allowed himself to turn, giving time to take in her thinned frame and darkened skin. Frowning firmly at her scar and sighing near wistfully as he ended on her mop of red. Willpower was created for moments like this as Basil stopped his hand from reaching up to twirl around a lock. "So do you," he shrugged, turning back toward the closed doors of the lift.
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