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r α κ ([info]flower) wrote in [info]valesco,
@ 2012-10-18 01:20:00


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Entry tags:octavius pepper, rose knightley

As silly as it seemed, Rose had been quite glad Kendall had made her and Thomas solemnly promise to partake in a food-orientated gathering once a month from now on. With their schedules, and everything that had been going on, she hadn't realized how sorely she'd needed a night of just.... not feeling completely miserable. And laughing, lots of laughing, because that always made things seem a bit easier to deal with. Not that--- it was just--- Rose shut her eyes and shook her head. Today was one of the first days that she hadn't woken up feeling absolutely doubtful and horrid, and she would like to keep it that way.

Sitting further into her chair at the kitchen table, Rose continued to carefully play with the package her brother had owled over earlier. It wasn't unusual, for them to send things to each other every once in a while, but this gift was especially intriguing. It was a large collection of different flavored teas, which she supposed wasn't all that exciting, but upon further inspection Rose had noticed there were some she had not seen (Muggle, perhaps?), like--- Ayurvedic? On the back of the bags there were little blurbs explaining what the names meant, and how the flavors were made, and being a Ravenclaw through and through, it did not take long for her to pull her legs up and rest her chin on her knees in a comfortable reading position.

Somewhere between Oolong and Zocolatte, she faintly recognized the sound of knocks coming from the front door. Part of the reason why she had chosen to live in this building was it's rather impressive security, so it couldn't--- it was someone she knew, it always was. Comforted by that fact, and distracted enough, Rose mindlessly flicked her wand at the door and unlocked it.

"It's open!" she called, eyes never leaving the small print. Acai? She'd never even heard of that before.



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[info]flower
2012-10-19 07:31 pm UTC (link)
Friends? For a second, she'd thought--- Rose dropped her hand from her front, allowing it to begin fumbling with her fingers again. Octavius had come here to talk to her about being... friends. Friends. Just friends? Stepping down to friends or... using that as an aide to attempt at fixing... she suddenly decided she was too afraid to ask him to clarify, and wouldn't. She had done this before with Thomas, and while their relationship had been much different than hers and Octavius' now, that didn't change the fact that the transition over to friendship had not been easy, mildly disastrous at points, and even now--- one of their fights had essentially been about Thomas, so it hadn't even----

Why were her eyes swelling, feeling damp? It wasn't--- in the end, this was good, wasn't it? Because she wouldn't have to--- she should be thankful that he was offering an option that she'd been unable to come up with, one where she wouldn't have to hurt him, but they could still.... exist. She would not have to endure the past few weeks any further, of not speaking or seeing him like he didn't even exist. So it would be... better. Than that.

It suddenly frustrated her that she was letting her emotions get the best of her, and Rose quickly began to blink frequently to hide away any signs of it. This was... would be for the best. It would.

But could it actually work? That sinking thought had already begun to creep so steadily in the back of her mind, even before she had formally decided to agree to his request---

"Do you really think we can just be friends?" Rose asked quietly, not condescendingly, but honestly because she simply wasn't sure if it could work. He could have bloody suggested anything at this point, and she would most likely agree to it, but understanding, even a little bit, was important.

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[info]dinglealltheway
2012-10-19 08:20 pm UTC (link)
With a sigh, Octavius gazed down at his lap, admitting, "I don't know." He gave a little laugh, chock-full of self-deprecation, and looked back up. "I suppose we won't, until we try."

There seemed to be one simple choice to make, one simple path to follow, but Octavius couldn't make himself do it. The unknown block he'd spoken of the last time was still there for him, still preventing him from saying, "Forget this all, let's get back together." And it wasn't fair, he knew that, because either Rose wanted more, or she didn't want him in her life at all, yet here he was, trying to weasel his way back into it. Never in his life could he think of doing something as selfish as this, and there had been quite a lot of selfish moments in Octavius Pepper's life.

It didn't mean that he didn't think it could be true, though. Either as a way to mend their romantic relationship, or discovering a new way to stay in each other's life, surely she must see that.

Octavius leaned forward, propping both elbows on the table as he said earnestly, yes, but mostly a little desperate, "Isn't that better than nothing?"

Wasn't it better than too much?

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[info]flower
2012-10-20 03:19 am UTC (link)
She didn't--- have anything remotely impressive to say. And, Rose felt her eyes threatening to swell again, which only made her feel--- stupid, and emotional, because Octavius was obviously perfectly capable of having this conversation, where she felt she could barely keep herself proper enough to form a response. Respond! She had to say something, didn't she? But what could she---

Rose didn't think this was a good idea in general, and certainly didn't think it would work--- but she was too selfish to say that. It would be lying to say that she wasn't desperate to keep him in her life as much as possible, so, she supposed.... he was right. At least; attempting was better than nothing at all, but that didn't mean--- she would not have high hopes. It wasn't-- she had never thought of him that way, and honestly never wanted to. But if that was what he wanted, and he thought it might help....

Rose pressed her palms down on the table, and closed her eyes for a couple of moments to compose herself. "I will try," she spoke firmly, because it was important to do so. But on the inside, even she could not deny feeling her heart break a little with her words.

"I don't know if I can do it, but--- we can try," Rose finished, sticking her chin out and opening her eyes again. Did this mean their conversation was ending? Would he leave now? Or would there be some immediate attempt at some friendship-like activity? How could she feel so torn about wanting Octavius to stay, and wanting him to leave so she could properly cry into her couch?

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[info]dinglealltheway
2012-10-20 04:00 am UTC (link)
"All right," he said softly. And it was. It was good enough—after all, he'd just admitted to himself he didn't know how this would all end, either. It might be the best decision they ever made, for a multitude of reasons, and it could just as easily be the worse, but at least it would be something. Something better than fizzling out.

In a way, it was sad. The first utterances acknowledging they were no longer a couple. No longer was it unsaid, no longer was there vagueness to the classification of their relationship. But he felt a growing happiness amidst the sadness and the desperation, that there was now an excuse to see her, to talk to her, in a way that still let him learn how to mend whatever seams had come apart on them. And that was a very great thing.

"I shouldn't stay long," spoke Octavius after a moment, trying hard to divert the subject. "I cut out a bit early, and left my sister with the goat, and—" He shook his head, trying hard not to think of the disaster that would undoubtedly be awaiting him at home. Instead, he fished in the pockets of his robe and drew out a slightly crinkled envelope in which he'd tucked some photographs. "I thought you might like to see these, though." He slid them across the table to her, and rested his chin in his hand. "He favours the red and gold, so we're pretty certain he'd be a Gryffindor, but he also likes to put it in his mouth, so—though admittedly, not as much as the Jimmy Buffet…"

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