Roof - Sunday Morning - 1-27-08

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He'd had an odd night.

The whole experience in the in the common room had left him thinking too much and he'd ended up pulling the great black cloak down from it's hanger and using it for a blanket. It had left him with strange, hazy dreams that it made him blush to think of and waking up had been almost more refreshing than sleeping.

Hence why he was on the roof, wrapped in the cloak Karal had given him, sitting and watching the sun behind the clouds. He needed some air, would have gone flying... except he thought it might worry Teddy so soon. And he really needed to learn how to deal with things normally. After all, what would happen when he moved to some other place where such a thing wasn't allowed?

Thus the roof.

Which, really, was nice enough.

[ooc: waiting for someone specific, but as roofs are, nice and open]

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[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

Andrew was so lost in his own thoughts (http://wannabe-pan.livejournal.com/7271.html), that he didn't immediately notice that someone was already on the roof.

He had convinced himself that he wanted to be alone, and he realized, obviously, that he could have just stayed in his room, but that particular space was so emotionally charged with memories as to not be a comfort anymore.

The roof seemed a good option, what with the views if afforded for staring during long periods of self reflection. And deep down, though he would deny it on the surface, he hoped to find someone else to talk to, to share a little pain, as was prone to happen up here.

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Some sense, perhaps the one he'd developed to survive Manek resurrected, made him turn to look to see who else was there.

He wasn't... upset to see Andrew. In fact, the first emotion to slam into his chest was a wild surge of joy. Just seeing him (he hadn't seen him since that day which wasn't that long ago but it felt that long ago) made something inside of him sit up and smile.

But then he saw how Andrew looked.

"Andrew?"

[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

And that certainly wasn't a voice Andrew had expected to hear this morning, even though its owner had frequently, if not persistently, been in his thoughts these past few days.

He was surprised to find himself not running away, but walking towards the other boy. Andrew felt as though he had done wrong by Liir, and thought maybe he could make it right. Somehow. Though he was completely unprepared to do so.

"Hi, Liir," he replied, stopping a few feet away.

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He opened the cloak in offer of some. He didn't say anything about it, though. He couldn't think of any way to put it that didn't sound ridiculous or contrived or plain idiotic.

"Did you like the cookies?"

He didn't even consider that John might have eaten them or not delivered them.

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He didn't hesitate in taking Liir up on his silent offer, and it immediately alleviated some of the surface anxiety he was feeling. And he was cold.

"The cookies were really good. Thank you."

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"My Nanny taught me to make them. I always liked how they looked in the sun. Sometimes I'd forget to eat them I was so busy."

He stopped. No sense in looking entirely foolish in front of him.

"You look... bad."

There wasn't really a tactful way to put it that he could find. Except that he found it a second later.

"Troubled," he corrected. "There's nothing wrong with how you look. Other than troubled, I mean."

[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

Andrew grimaced. The entire situation between him and Karal still seemed too surreal, and when Liir was added to that picture, well, he felt completely lost.

"I'm an idiot," he said, completely convinced of the statement's validity.

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"Ah."

Slightly different than his usual response. This was one he had an answer for.

"I've been an idiot for almost my entire life. It's not that hard. Mildly irritating at times, but you get used to it. Or you fix it."

There was a brief pause.

"Though I don't think you're an idiot."

[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

Andrew snorted, appreciating what he interpreted as an attempt at humor.

"I'm sorry about the other day," he said, decidedly not looking at Liir at this moment. "I really messed things up."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"You didn't do anything wrong," he said gently, looking at Andrew now. Green green eyes were as open as a book, earnest and concerned.

"I let myself be foolish. And then I took that out on you. I didn't mean to hurt you, Andrew. I'm sorry that I did."

[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

It felt so good to hear Liir say that, and Andrew leaned into the other boy, relieved. "You didn't hurt me," he said. "You don't have to feel bad about anything. I just haven't been seeing things for what they are. I..." He trailed off for a moment.

"I was in love with a dream."

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He blushed a little, his mind immediately going to the visions he'd seen in his sleep the night before, but he dismissed them and thought about what Andrew had said.

"It's easier," he said, trying to soften it for him a little. "Dreams are exactly what they're supposed to be as long as they last. The real world doesn't make as much sense."

He leaned nearer to Andrew in return. He smelled sweet and his warmth, especially within the cloak, was very nice.

"I'm sorry it's gone." Then he corrected. "Rather, I'm sorry it hurt."

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"I was just fooling myself, thinking it was even possible, you know?" Of course, Liir probably had no idea what he was talking about.

"And for a little while yesterday, it was. He was real and in my arms and... And then it was over."

He sighed. "And now it's a mess." Andrew reached up and cradled his head in his hands. "I think I might have lost my best friend."

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan made his way to the roof that morning, needing some fresh air. He'd gotten drunk enough to be wobbly Thursday night -- a feat in itself -- and missed class on Friday, which was rather unlike him. And now sleep eluded him -- he'd gotten some more rest Friday night, but none at all last night.

He was a little disconcerted that the breakup was affecting him so strongly, but then every time his thoughts went that direction, he grew angry once again. He hoped the roof could calm his thoughts; if nothing else, he hoped it could relax him enough to sleep.

*pre-Andrew*

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He turned at the approach of another person and gave a brief, as friendly as he could manage sort of smile. He'd never met this one (easy enough as he tended to keep to himself except for those who made an effort to talk to him since he obviously couldn't be bothering them) but it never hurt to be nice.

At least, here anyway.

Re: *pre-Andrew*

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan smiled back, just as briefly, as he stepped to the edge of the roof. "You look about as relaxed as I feel," he said, softly. "Rough night?"

Re: *pre-Andrew*

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"Odd dreams," he said. "And an odd day before it."

It took a moment to draw up the courage, but if the other boy wanted to speak, he thought it might actually be more helpful to ask than let him come out with it on his own.

"You?"

Re: *pre-Andrew*

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan sighed, shaking his head. "Rough couple of days, and I couldn't sleep last night." He shrugged. "I'm Ronan, by the way."

Re: *pre-Andrew*

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"Liir," he said, offering a hand.

"And no, there isn't anything inappropriate about my broom," and he pointed to it with his other hand, to the quiver belted to his waist that held the singed brush. "No matter what the radio says."

Re: *pre-Andrew*

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan took the offered hand, shaking it. "I have to admit, I don't particularly listen to radio," he said. "Why do you carry it around?"

Re: *pre-Andrew*

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

He didn't answer aloud, choosing instead to pull it from the quiver, hold onto the handle, and let it lift him a couple of feet.

Then he dropped back down, placing it back in his quiver.

"I've had a few people look at me oddly," he admitted. "So I decided a few days ago just to show before I get looked like like a fool."

Re: *pre-Andrew*

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan was, in fact, staring a bit, but it was with a sense of glee more than anything else. "That's... it's enchanted? Or is it you? Could you do that with any broom?"

Re: *pre-Andrew*

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"It's enchanted," he said, partially right. "I can't do much of anything; the broom was the Witch's. I've just gotten it since she's gone."

Mostly wrong, but what he thought of it.

Re: *pre-Andrew*

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan took that at face value, trusting his peers to know their own abilities in cases like this. "Still," he said. "To be able to fly like that... I can harden air, walk on it like the ground, but to make myself fly..." He shook his head, as if clearing it. "Well. You're very lucky."

Re: *pre-Andrew*

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There was one brief bark of a laugh before he shook his head.

"I'm here. I'm very lucky."

Then he looked up at Ronan.

"I'm assuming you're... a witch?"

Wizard was something of a bad word where he'd grown up. Witch slightly less so, but magic wasn't something he had much appreciation for.

Despite the fact that it was practically coming out of his ears at times.