c r i s t i n a (cristina_lacosa) wrote,
@ 2008-04-06 00:51:00

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william
happy ✢ angry ✠ sad ϟ concerned ☁ scared crying ✌ jealous ☺ first crush ★ regret ღ innocent birth ♦ betrayed ☄ best friend ☮ content ʊ traumatized death ☯ drunk ✿ flustered ☾ bitchy ✓ parental first year ✦ hogwarts ∞ deathly hallows ♣ family ❂ pick-your-own
	happy All he could hear was the crashing of waves against the beach. All he could see was...nothing, because his eyes were closed underneath his sunglasses. All he could feel was the sun beating down on him, and Anneliese's fingers lightly dancing on his chest, her head lying on his shoulder as she pressed against him on the towel they'd laid out. The holiday was a culmination of a lot of things. Finishing Hogwarts, managing to make it through the first two months of torture in the auror program, his birthday, and it was nearing a year on his and Anneliese's anniversary. The trip was something he'd never experienced and was glad to; he'd never been on a holiday without his family before, and Will planned on taking advantage of the insane amount of quiet he and Anneliese had. They talked, they would go see the sights and even do a bit of scuba diving (stupid--brittle stars), but they were quick to find ease in the silence and comfort of each other. Will could honestly say he'd never been happier in his life, and felt in his chest that he needed to tell her this. Anneliese, he needed to...let her know. Will shifted underneath her slightly, feeling his arm begin to tingle with the lack of circulation. He hated giving into those natural annoyances, disrupting the peace he had with Anneliese. She lifted her head off his shoulder and Will's eyes cracked open slowly, preparing for the sun that would break through his glasses' shade. "Do you want to get something to eat?" she said quietly, almost lazily as her hand drifted up his chest and to his hair. Will's eyes shut momentarily as he felt her fingers moved through his hair, and his nearly bloodless arm raked around her side to grip onto her. "I'm fine," he murmured, giving a slight tug to her waist to urge her back down beside him. Anneliese resisted slightly, but only to lean over Will's body with a grin. "We can't stay like this forever," she said, eyes shining teasingly; Will knew she meant to take him back out into the water for more underwater adventures, but he doubted he would venture out into the ocean again. Her words, however, made him stop his mental decline of the swimming suggestion, and Will pushed his elbows into the ground below him to sit up. "Yes we can," he said almost urgently, hunching forward, "would you like to?" "Will! I start Hogwarts in three days, we can't possibly stay any longer!" Anneliese let out, though she was smiling nonetheless. Will fancied the idea that she would be more than willing to stay here if were not for her education, and it ignited his sudden fervor even more. "Not here, but like this, with--me." His hands pressed to her sides, resting on at the top of her hips as his breathing became a bit faster, harder. Will couldn't believe his mind was running in the direction he was sure it would inevitably reach, but it was and he couldn't stop himself, "Would you like to stay like this forever, like we are right now, with me?" "I--I---William Jugson! Are you--what--what are you saying?" Anneliese was barely to let out, as she'd begin to let out short, frantic breaths, hands grabbing onto his shoulders in a near skin-piercing grip. Will flung off his glasses, pulling her closer, nearly on top of his lap, unable to control the excitement and sheer happiness that was making him suddenly, abruptly, spontaneously propose to this woman. "Will you marry me?" he asked, feeling her sharp breaths on his face as they moved closer, tighter. Anneliese let out a choking sound, which in any other occasion he may have been concerned, but. She was kissing him now, hard, so hard that he fell back onto the towel, Anneliese quite comfortably on top of him now. "Is that a--yes!" "YES!" she shrieked into his mouth, and Will was quite certain this was the best holiday he'd ever go on. return to top
	drunk "You wanna know whosea---fecking arse?" "Who is a fucking arse, Will?" Rhys responded with a tired sigh, eyebrows going high from his position on the adjacent stool. Will dropped down to the counter, completely pissed out of his mind, and it was a good minute before he was able to lift his head again. He pointed a not-so-stiff finger at Rhys and his tongue pushed under his upper lip as he revved up his response. "Fabian. Prewett." "How could I have guessed," his friend responded dryly, swiveling on his stool to press his back into the counter. "You've only been ranting about him since he died, last year." Will pulled a face, lips twisting greatly as his brain wracked for a decent response. "Oh yeah. He is dead, innit he?" Will muttered, "Died a hero, Anne---Annie---Anna---my wife tells me, all the bloody time." "What brought him up tonight?" Rhys asked, only partly interested. This wasn't the first time Will's never-dying hatred for the Prewett brother had caused nights like this. It didn't help that Anneliese actually cared that he had died and all that rubbish. "Did you find one of Anneliese's old love notes?" "No," Will spat, turning back to the bar (he had attempted to spin it to sit like Rhys, but that was far too dizzying) and slouching on his elbows. The bartender shared a glance with Rhys and filled Will's glass with water, earning a nod from his friend, "She's just bloody hormonal and keeps crying about it and it's---you know, that's my daughter she's preg'nent with!" "Really?" Rhys asked, doing an expert job of feigning surprise as Will nodded furiously, "And here I was getting all excited about my new bundle of joy..." "Fuck you--" Will's arm shot out to shove Rhys' shoulder, but he missed and slid off the stool. Luckily he still had some sense and landed on his feet, but it didn't last long; his knees gave out and his chin hit the bar before he dropped to the ground. Rhys watched the entire display with silent amusement, and raised his hand for the tab. return to top
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