Post by Blaine Bates on Nov 29, 2010 17:59:19 GMT -5
Blaine Bates adjusted his grasp a small fishbowl with clammy hands, dodging everyone he passed with a yelp (which weren’t many people, thankfully). The Ravenclaw was making his way down to the Dueling Field today. He grinned down at his fish and familiar, Solomon, who was floating about lazily. The world-weary boy longed for this field in particular for some privacy, since he couldn’t seem to find it in many other places around Firefox. He'd not seen many students down that way, so it was decided with sleepy gusto to seek out some time to himself there.
I haven’t felt the sun properly like this in ages, he drawled mentally, loping toward the field while cradling Solomon’s bowl in his large, lanky arms. A surreptitious grin broke out on Blaine’s face as he saw the completely empty field spread out before his light blue eyes. He laughed shortly at the sight, not wanting to ruin a perfect moment with unneeded noise.
The morning sunshine warmed his face as he sunk down gratefully into a chair, allowing his eyelids to droop closed slowly. He sat Solomon in his lap and wrapped his fingers around the bowl, drumming the lid in a chipper way. A more languid grin played on the boy’s unusually relaxed visage as he thought of home, and how the sun shone exactly like this when he was in his room. The teasing concept of the solace his bedroom brought him danced around him, causing his insides to swell up with contentment.
A few moments later, his thoughts melted into the sweet syrup of sleep. His body relaxed completely, deep breaths raising and lowering his broad chest slowly, evenly.
However, as Blaine's luck would have it, white blotches appeared on his tousled brown hair and along his shoulders and face – lovely gifts from a few feathered friends from above, it seemed. He fidgeted, unknowingly perturbed by the splatters. Solomon hung suspended in the water of his lidded bowl nervously, a large eye on Blaine.
It was quite fortunate for the boy that he slept with his mouth closed.
First to Gabriel. Please don't go off without me on this one?
I haven’t felt the sun properly like this in ages, he drawled mentally, loping toward the field while cradling Solomon’s bowl in his large, lanky arms. A surreptitious grin broke out on Blaine’s face as he saw the completely empty field spread out before his light blue eyes. He laughed shortly at the sight, not wanting to ruin a perfect moment with unneeded noise.
The morning sunshine warmed his face as he sunk down gratefully into a chair, allowing his eyelids to droop closed slowly. He sat Solomon in his lap and wrapped his fingers around the bowl, drumming the lid in a chipper way. A more languid grin played on the boy’s unusually relaxed visage as he thought of home, and how the sun shone exactly like this when he was in his room. The teasing concept of the solace his bedroom brought him danced around him, causing his insides to swell up with contentment.
A few moments later, his thoughts melted into the sweet syrup of sleep. His body relaxed completely, deep breaths raising and lowering his broad chest slowly, evenly.
However, as Blaine's luck would have it, white blotches appeared on his tousled brown hair and along his shoulders and face – lovely gifts from a few feathered friends from above, it seemed. He fidgeted, unknowingly perturbed by the splatters. Solomon hung suspended in the water of his lidded bowl nervously, a large eye on Blaine.
It was quite fortunate for the boy that he slept with his mouth closed.
First to Gabriel. Please don't go off without me on this one?