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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2013 15:37:04 GMT
Today was a special occasion, or so Edward had been led to believe; it was the same day precisely a year ago that he’d begun working with Fraser on projects for the Daily Prophet. They’d headlined on more than one occasion in the time since then, and while the accomplishment wasn’t all that impressive, the redhead was still rather proud of it (the fact that several of his front-page pictures had been praised for their viewpoint was hardly disappointing, either). Nevertheless, he wondered whether a whole celebration was entirely necessary, when they’d only been successfully collaborating for one year – however, he was hardly going to complain. Especially not when it included food, and was even less likely to make a fuss when the item in question happened to be pizza. After all, pizza was quite possibly the most heavenly thing in existence, ever – unless it happened to have pepperoni on it, in which case the whole thing was ruined. Luckily enough, not all people were idiotic enough to decorate such beautiful objects with little pieces of hell… however, it appeared that Teddy’s co-worker was that stupid.
Thanking the pizza delivery man, Edward closed the door with one hand, struggling to hold both boxes. One claimed to be Super Pepperoni!, which implied it was even more disgusting than such a thing generally should have been: the other was far more generic, with a four-cheese topping. Mozzarella was safe to eat, so the halfblood failed to find any complaints with it. Turning back around and heading into the living room, he placed the boxes carefully on the table next to one another before flopping onto the sofa. “Pizza’s here, Fray!” Merlin, where was he? The journalist has claimed to be getting drinks when the doorbell had rung, but… well, he seemed to be taking his time. Rubbing an eye tiredly – there was no point in worrying, when he was probably just doing something stupid and Fraserish - Teddy opened his own box of pizza. No way was he going to touch the other one, though – he wouldn’t be surprised if all pepperoni ended up being contaminated with satanic energies or something.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2013 16:38:15 GMT
It sounded weird calling this little celebration of theirs an ‘anniversary’. Fraser believed a more accurate term would be ‘workiversary’ since, yes, the whole point was that they’d been working side-by-side for precisely a year now. They were partners in crime! Or, well, journalism – but they were hardly that different, to be honest. Fraser felt that there was something vaguely criminal about gathering up sensitive information from unwilling witnesses and then snapping up their photo to share with the public. He didn’t care, criminal or not, he enjoyed it and also enjoyed having a certain Mr Lupin with him. Their companionship was well known because, heck, they even lived together too. (This meant there were certain occasions where one of them would lose their temper with the other, but Fraser didn’t think about that because it wasn’t appropriate at a time like this).
The pureblood was relieved as hell that his parents were here right now. He knew they wouldn’t be impressed by the sight of their son cackling to himself as he tried to balance two cans of beer on top of each other. Yeah, maybe Fraser was a little immature at times and liked to try out muggle things; he broke the pureblood stereotype a lot. However, he we soon distracted from his altogether dumb and Fraser-ish game when Teddy said the word ‘pizza’. Because, shit, Fraser could live off that stuff.
Grinning, he entered the living room, chucked one can in Teddy’s general direction, jumped over the back of the sofa and gracefully landed next to the other wizard before grabbing his pizza off the table and replacing it with his beer. Pizza came first. Always. Fraser moaned as he lifted the lid off the pizza box and he was greeted with that warm, greasy, tantalising taste. Knowing how much Teddy hated pepperoni, Fraser peeled a piece of the meat off his food and flapped it around right in front of the redhead’s face. “Mmm, it looks beautiful! Don’t you think, Teddy-Bear?” he smirked. OUTFIT click NOTES frick my heart TAGGED teddy-bear
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2013 20:14:12 GMT
Inevitably jumping as the beer landed on the cushion next to him, Edward quickly hid his flinch by picking up the can. Quite what had made Fraser think that such a manoeuvre was sensible was questionable; after all, he wouldn’t be able to drink that for at least ten minutes until he could ascertain the fact that it wasn’t going to spray everywhere. Sighing loudly – he’d been looking forward to having a drink, as well – the halfblood shoved his can onto the coffee table before picking up a slice of pizza. It couldn’t be denied that the aroma drifting from the box was nothing short of tantalising, although it would have smelled all the better had the air not been spoiled by the greasy, unappealing scent of pepperoni. How anyone could eat that without throwing up really was altogether beyond him.
Leaning back as far as possible in order to escape the clutches of pepperoni, Edward scowled at the meat before turning his head to face Fraser. Eyebrows furrowed, the redhead did his best to look intimidating before realising he probably just looked like a confused idiot. “No. It looks disgusting.” Poking out his tongue at the pureblood, he took a bite of his pizza. Almost surprised by how good it actually tasted, Teddy wasted no time in taking another bite. “Cheese pizza is much better.” Smiling slightly – although more at his pizza than directly at anyone else (otherwise known as Fraser), he couldn’t help but like the usage of his nickname. While he generally pretended that the usage of pet names was below him, there wasn’t really anything he liked more than the idea of meaning enough to someone that they came up with a nickname for you. Teddy-Bear: it was pretty cute.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 20, 2013 17:17:12 GMT
Fraser was not easily intimidated in the slightest and Teddy, bless his heart, wasn’t the scariest thing on the planet – he was actually very far from it. Besides, Fraser was the one dangling pepperoni in Teddy’s face and the wizard had nothing to tease Fraser with in return. He held the meat back for a few moments as the redhead ate his pizza but then, suddenly, started repeatedly slapping Teddy’s face with his pepperoni while cackling hysterically because it was a) dumb and b) extremely stupid. For Merlin’s sake, the man hadn’t even started drinking yet and he was already doing shit as childish as this! That was Fraser for you. Teddy was possibly used to it now. “Don’t judge a book by its cover, Mr Lupin!” And so what if you technically couldn’t judge a piece of food in that way, because it made no difference to Fraser. Teddy was just being his usual, fussy self.
Thankfully, he was decent enough to stop after a short while and finally stopped playing with the pepperoni, eating it instead before digging into a slice of his own pizza. It was beautiful, as it usually was. The shop nearby that they ordered from always made pizzas this good so that was where the two men mainly brought their takeaways from. “Muggle food is the best.” Fraser sighed, petting the side of his pizza box lovingly before shuffling over so he was right beside Teddy, invading his personal space. Fraser rested his head on Teddy’s shoulder. “Pizza, Teddy-Bear, pizza.” Yeah, it was that tasty. (And Fraser wanted a semi-good enough excuse to snuggle up to his companion.)OUTFIT click NOTES soz my words died </3 TAGGED teddy-bear
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Post by Deleted on Sept 20, 2013 19:09:13 GMT
It didn’t appear to matter how old Fraser was, or how mature he at least attempted to be; it seemed that in his heart and soul, he was always going to remain five years old. For no proper fully-grown wizard would attempt to kill someone with a single slice of pepperoni (it was admittedly a rather unorthodox method of murder, but still incredibly likely to be effective): they’d just have no real reason to do so. But then… well, the brunet wasn’t exactly renowned in the media world for his all-around averageness, was he? If he had been, then his current actions would have been viewed as rather peculiar – but nope, it was just an extremely Fraserish way to act.
Edward was well aware of the fact that attempting to move away from Fraser’s reach was a completely pointless feat; unless he suddenly had a desire to sit on the other side of the room to ascertain his freedom, it was likely that the situation wouldn’t improve unless the pureblood had a change of heart. Seriously contemplating moving – the redhead’s hatred of pepperoni was really that strong – it was right then that his journalist buddy finally decided to remove the slice of meat away from the close proximity of his face. Teddy breathed out in a sigh of both relief and something resembling disbelief in his friend – could anyone honestly be as immature as him? Frowning at Fraser’s previous nonsensical comment, he puzzled over it for a few moments before simply acknowledging the fact that it made absolutely no sense at all and therefore was not worth responding to. Face clearing, the halfblood took one more bite of his pizza before smiling down at the slice of food. “It is.”
Turning his head in surprise as Fraser leant against his shoulder, the photographer had to fight the urge to rest his head on the other man’s. Despite the fact that he wanted to – probably slightly too much, if he was completely and utterly honest – he wasn’t sure how his co-worker would react. Instead trying to pretend like the movement hadn’t affected him in the slightest, Edward focused his attention on the pizza box opposite him. “I… know it’s pizza, Fray. Duh.” While it hadn’t been intentional, Teddy found himself sounding altogether distracted – an embarrassed blush rising to his cheeks, he just had to hope that Fraser wouldn’t pick up on it.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2013 14:58:24 GMT
Fraser kept snickering at Teddy’s reaction to his pepperoni attack because the look of disbelief on his face was amusing and pretty cute too. Sure, the brunet would happily admit that he’d been expecting a similar reaction because that had hardly been a mature method of torture. By now, Fraser was certain that Teddy had grasped his love of doing things his own, weird, sometimes messed-up way.
A small smile lingering on his lips, Fraser continued to eat his pizza at a steady pace. He didn’t want to stuff it all down and then feel ill, that would be a silly thing to do. While doing so, a fair amount of his attention went to the other man as he kept his head resting on Teddy’s shoulder because he knew how flustered he’d get as a result. The redness of Teddy’s cheeks was really obvious and Fraser didn’t know if he was quite cruel enough to point it out. It was on the tip of his tongue already so he kept eating his pizza so he’d keep his mouth shut. Usually it was easy to keep his thoughts to himself but Fraser always had more trouble with that around Teddy, which was unfortunate.
Finally Fraser stopped after his next slice and snorted quietly as he poked Teddy’s cheek. “You’re blushing, Teddy-Bear~” Fraser sung, poking it again. Instead of going in for another jab after speaking, he let his fingers trail down the side of his face. Fraser turned in towards Teddy’s ear. “Girl.” It was definitely a bad thing that he was being such a purposely inappropriate dickbag before he’d even started drinking. (Reason #998632 why he could be a terrible friend at times.) OUTFIT click NOTES soz my words died </3 TAGGED teddy-bear
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Post by Deleted on Sept 22, 2013 16:41:17 GMT
Feeling left out as Fraser ate some of his pizza, the halfblood picked up one of his own slices and bit into it; unsurprisingly, it tasted just as good as the first one had. While he hadn’t previously had any intention of eating his food quickly – he didn’t have pizza all that much and therefore had no choice but to make sure he savoured every mouthful – Edward quickly discovered that eating was an extraordinarily good distraction when one’s far too attractive co-worker makes the decision to use you as a headrest. Having finished his piece in record time, the photographer didn’t want to come across as a gannet by going straight for another: this resulted in him looking a little lost. Looking downward at the box on his lap – he couldn’t help the semi-forlorn expression that had slid onto his face – he focused on trying to make his blush less noticeable. Quite frankly, he wasn’t sure that it worked.
What with the marginally hopeless state of mind that Teddy was currently in, he was unaware of the fact that Fraser had stopped eating until he heard a slightly… well, derisive snort. It was altogether blatant that the reporter found the redhead’s current state absolutely ridiculous – and if Fraser’s normal actions were anything to go by, he wouldn’t be afraid to tease the hell out of him. Oh, he’d started already. Brilliant. “I-I’d noticed, Fray. Thanks.” The comment was intended to sound cynical and sarcastic, but the stuttered format in which it was voiced didn’t quite relay that. The way in which the pureblood was allowing his fingers to trace over Edward’s face couldn’t possibly be helping anybody – at the very least, it most definitely wasn’t helping him.
If such a thing could actually be possible, Teddy’s blush only deepened when his friend felt the need to insult him. If he could even really be called a friend anymore: one thing was certain, and that was that Fraser’s current actions would rarely be defined as ‘friendly’. Giving up on his plans to be scathing, he quickly mumbled a response – “M’not a girl, you’re the girl.” He decided that his most appropriate course of action from this point onward would be to eat more pizza. Pizza was a nice distraction; pizza could be his new friend.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 22, 2013 18:03:31 GMT
Teddy was an actual babe, in Fraser's opinion. He was tying to go for his usual stroppy tone but his stuttering had ruined the effect. Fraser didn't look impressed by the response he'd gotten and raised a brow while blinking slowly at Teddy. The both of them were about as ridiculous as each other - just in slightly different ways. And why was the halfblood even trying to compose himself here? Fraser wouldn't let him.
Maybe calling Teddy a girl was the tiniest bit out of order, but did it look like Fraser honestly cared at this very moment? No. As the brunet had expected him to, the man's blush had darkened considerably. "My bambino, you're embarrassed. Aw." Fraser cooed, keeping his hand near Teddy's face for a few more seconds before pulling back to finish the remains of his pizza and throw the box to the other end of the sofa. He left his companion in peace for a couple of minutes and started on his beer since there was no pepperoni pizza left to be consumed.
One thing he knew for certain was that, out of the pair, Teddy was definitely the girl. He had some weird, motherly bond with stray animals that he saw in Bast from time to time too. Fraser, last time he'd checked, was most definitely a man. A real man too - he had fucking chest hair. Whereas Teddy, on the other hand, did not. Still, he wasn't going to point these things out right now. Instead, he batted his lashes and interrupted the redhead from his meal. "Does that mean you think I'm pretty?"OUTFIT click NOTES soz my words died </3 TAGGED teddy-bear
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2013 20:19:36 GMT
At the very least, Fraser could be proud of his skill to state the obvious. If the blush (which had to be nearing fluorescence now, if it hasn’t already reached such a phase) hadn’t been enough of a clue for the pureblood, then the stuttering must have been: individuals who felt completely and utterly comfortable with the situation didn’t generally revert into a massive, stammering puddle. His eyebrows knitted together, Edward hunched over a little with a small frown. “Well done, Captain Obvious.” While it was evident that being this stroppy didn’t suit the photographer, he managed to hold the expression for a few seconds until his co-worker removed his hand; surprised by the faint disappointment he felt, Teddy couldn’t help but to relax a little.
Now that Fraser had given him slightly more personal space – although only a little – the halfblood resumed his previous antics: eating his pizza. Only eating one more slice, Teddy sighed before placing the box back on the table from where it had originated. He wasn’t overly hungry, and he’d always be able to eat some more later. Now that he’d finished eating, the redhead found himself even more distracted than he had been previously – reaching over to receive his can of beer in the hope that it would be safe to open, he was halted in the midst of the process by Fraser’s voice. Trying not to react to the brunet’s sly little remark, he opened his can and drank deeply, staring down at his knees while tapping a rapid rhythym on the side of the can (honestly, it probably spelt out H-E-L-P in Morse code or something).
To be honest, Teddy didn’t not find Fraser attractive. In fact, completely the opposite – he was perfectly content to suggest that the reporter was at least marginally attractive… not that he’d been looking. Definitely not. Agreeing with the other man would make Edward extremely self-conscious for the rest of the evening, but lying would simply succeed in making him feel guilty for the rest of his life. Honesty had to be the better option – and quite why he felt the need to make such a big deal about this, he didn’t know. Teddy had never liked making decisions, but this seemed a little irrational. Deciding to simply blurt on an answer before he could contemplate the matter any further, he continued to stare downward as he spoke. “Would it matter if I did, then? ‘Cause, uh, maybe… y’know?” Ducking his head down further, he couldn’t help the nervous little smile that slid onto his face. Merlin, when did he become such a teenage girl?
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Post by Deleted on Sept 26, 2013 14:47:49 GMT
Did this count as animal cruelty? Because Teddy quite literally resembled an extremely agitated puppy at this very moment. Fraser watched him from the corner of his eye as he downed some more alcohol, although Teddy looked like he was the one that could use a proper drink most of all. It was always a difficult task to get him to loosen up, especially when Fraser was obviously aware of the other man's discomfort and was generally causing it to worsen. Fraser couldn't help himself, this was what he did. He poked and prodded at people for his own enjoyment but, with Teddy, the brunet would limit himself since he really liked the guy. Treating people like toys was just a habit that he couldn't break, as hard as he tried to.
He had the faintest suspicion that his little friend had lied about his age and was actually about twelve years old, because he was acting as if he were. Fraser found it adorable really, unsurprising as he was the one receiving a hesitant compliment here. Looking thoughtful, he gently placed down his half-empty can again and turned towards the redhead. "Is that so, Mr Lupin?" The question was clearly rhetorical. Fraser fixed Teddy with a quizzically vague look, blinking at him slowly as he considered how to react. And, in the end, Fraser went with his instincts because his mind was telling him it would certainly be an interesting turn of events...
"What a charming young man you are." Fraser purred, drawing closer towards the redhead. He held Teddy's face gently in his hands and pulled him in closer until their lips met in an experimental kiss. After all, Fraser had to take baby steps as he didn't want to scare poor Teddy off completely.OUTFIT click NOTES f r i c k TAGGED teddy-bear
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Post by Deleted on Sept 26, 2013 15:44:43 GMT
Despite what certain people seemed to enjoy believing, Teddy wasn’t an idiot. He was all too aware of the fact that Fraser found the manipulation of others both far too easy and enjoyable – which probably meant he was revelling in his co-worker’s awkwardness. At the very least, he’d be finding it adorable… perhaps it was, but the redhead didn’t like the feeling that he was being examined. Almost shakily sipping from his can, Edward continued to appreciate his knees and how lovely they were. Perhaps his knees could be his new companion; he didn’t feel the need to both insult and compliment them, anyway. His knees didn’t make him feel like a stupid teenager, with all the emotions that he didn’t particularly understand: then again, that was likely to be a good thing. Having an attraction to them would have probably been seen as more-than-slightly peculiar, wouldn’t it?
Honestly and truthfully wondering where his brain was hoping to go with this strange little train of thought, the halfblood gave himself a mental shake. It was probably a little late to be hiding in his thoughts when he’d already blurted half of them out loud. Sighing, Teddy glanced out at the pureblood out of the corner of his eye: being slightly confused by the look of befuddlement on Fraser’s face, he decided to just sip his beer a little more in the hope of finding some substitute for solace at the bottom of the can. Ignoring the question that the brunet threw at him – by the looks of things, he’d already messed things up by answering questions he should have just left alone – he decided it would be best to stop drinking before his senses began to start getting blurry. He was an extreme lightweight when it came to alcohol, and getting even slightly tipsy in situations like these probably wasn’t recommended. Sighing heavily, Edward placed his can on the table next to his friend’s, leaning backward to very nearly encounter a wild Fraser, who had felt the need to draw closer than he had been previously. About to open his mouth to say something clever, he got a little distracted by the kiss.
It wasn’t exactly the worst kiss that Teddy had ever received – although he hadn’t exactly been kissed all that much, so that didn’t exactly mean anything – but due to the fact he hadn’t exactly been expecting it, it was far less enjoyable than perhaps it could have been. But then, he hadn’t actually wanted to be kissed at all: it was generally viewed as a ridiculous and utterly unnecessary invasion of privacy that had to go at least some human rights. Pulling his face away from Fraser’s hold, he shook his head a little while trying to tamp down the sense of bewildered… well, betrayal that he felt. “I… uh…” Lost for words, the only thing that he was currently able to ascertain was that he seriously needed to get away. Standing up, he backed away. “I’m going to bed. L-leave me alone, just… please?” Vacating the room as if it were on fire, Edward decided to just sleep away his emotions. Shutting the bedroom door behind him as he entered, he didn’t bother climbing under the duvet. Curling up on the bed, he found himself becoming drowsy despite all the current emotional strife he was experiencing: the last logical thought that crossed his mind before he fell asleep was that Fraser hadn’t even given him time to finish his drink before deciding to assault him. What a dick.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 26, 2013 18:28:36 GMT
Feeling ultimately disappointed by Teddy's rather dull reaction, Fraser let him escape and remained alone on the sofa. The brunet was smirking to himself because, hey, he just kissed Teddy and that was something. He slowly worked on finishing what was left of his and Teddy's beers. Fraser knew he should go and check on him, but he knew it wouldn't be right to pester the metamorphmagus more - not yet. So, after about twenty minutes of him lounging about doing sod all, Fraser wandered upstairs and entered Teddy's bedroom. Although the door was shut, he didn't bother knocking before cautiously opening it.
He was met by the sight of his co-worker curled up like a child on his bed, not even under the sheets. Fraser's immediate thoughts were that Teddy must be cold and needed warming up because a cold teddy-bear was never good. It was a dumb idea but Fraser was allowed to cuddle his Teddy-Bear if he wanted to, right? Being careful not to wake the redhead, Fraser walked around Teddy and climbed onto his bed. Fraser was left with his chest against Teddy's back, his arm slung over his side. Spooning was totally allowed in Fraser's books. It was cute - Teddy wouldn't mind. And, besides, the guy was still asleep.
For once, it didn't take too long for Fraser to drift off too but the alcohol had probably helped. His slow, warm breaths ruffled against Teddy's hair a little as they slept. Hopefully he wouldn't get rudely awaken, because that would not please Fraser in the slightest which meant it was far from being an acceptable idea.OUTFIT click NOTES f r i c k TAGGED teddy-bear
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Post by Deleted on Sept 27, 2013 19:20:29 GMT
Teddy had never had much luck with dreams, really. Even from a young age, he’d been susceptible to the horrors of nightmares; while they often varied in topic, they nearly all revolved around the death of his parents. It was irrational, really – despite the fact that Nymphadora and Remus Lupin died twenty-four years ago, he couldn’t help but worry about them. The death and pain that so commonly crept into his sleep made the whole idea of resting all the more painful (although his general love for the action didn’t stop him from resting). However, it didn’t matter how crazy the dreams were when he looked back on them in the morning: he’d still be guaranteed to wake up hyperventilating, cold from the violence that subconsciously occupied his mind.
It didn’t appear as if the current night was going to be any different. Waking up – judging by just how dark the night currently was, it had to be slightly past midnight – the redhead took in a slow breath, to remind himself that he was able to respire. Uncurling himself from the tight foetal position he’d previously been lying in, Edward stretched a little, still struggling to calm down. Turning over on the bed, he wondered for a brief second whether a different section of wall would comfort him more than the one he had become accustomed to staring at – however, instead of being consoled, his distress only seemed to grow.
Having been so preoccupied with his panic, he hadn’t picked up on the arm that draped loosely over his side – nor had he picked up on the light ruffle of his hair that was surprisingly soothing. Nevertheless, he wasn’t able to avoid the fact that Fraser – Fraser bloody Leporarius – was laid next to him, asleep and seemingly in so much peace that he’d never even heard of the word ‘nightmare’. However, the photographer wasn’t calmed by the sight of his co-worker like he may have been under other circumstances: their earlier actions simply mingled with the memories his dream had left behind. The light arm laid gently over his side didn’t feel soothing, but rather a dead weight, pressing down – not wanting to freak out and wake Fraser up (somehow, he doubted that the brunet would appreciate a rude awakening), he slipped out from under the reporter’s arm and sat up, drawing his knees up to his chest. Sharply breathing inward – it was slightly louder than had been intended, but it was unlikely to make any difference – he focused on his breathing, doing his best to not cry. No-one needed him to start sobbing right now, least of all himself.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 27, 2013 21:06:39 GMT
Fraser slept soundly for the next few hours. He wasn't a fidgety sleeper, nor was he a bad snorer which was lucky for Teddy. It was surprising that he'd even managed to sleep for so long without waking up, but he couldn't complain. As per usual, dreams kept away from his mind. That was the way Fraser liked it as he had learnt that, when he did dream, he found the images his mind conjured up to be almost disturbing. Fraser found himself confused when he woke up to the sound of a... gasp? He blinked in the darkness, unable to decipher whether or not he was awake yet. Ragged breaths from nearby told him that he was partially conscious, as a matter of fact.
Hazily, the pureblood rolled over so that his face was pressing gently into the side of Teddy's thigh. (He was hoping it was Teddy's thigh, anyway.) "Whatcha doin'?" he mumbled, not bothering to force himself into waking up his brain. His housemate wasn't a threat. Vaguely, he recalled kissing the redhead last night and then following him up here a while later. Hopefully Teddy wasn't still freaking out over that because, c'mon, it was hardly anything important. Perhaps it was a nightmare this time? In an attempt at comfort, Fraser reached up and clumsily patted Teddy's knee. "S'okay, bambino. I gotcha." So maybe Fraser wouldn't be able to do a brilliant job of protecting the other man while he was in this zombie-like state, with his unruly hair sticking up everywhere as if he'd been electrocuted. It was better than nothing though.OUTFIT click NOTES feel rly ill english ded soz TAGGED teddy-bear
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2013 16:48:49 GMT
It didn’t seem to have mattered at all that Teddy hadn’t actually wanted to wake his friend up; it seemed that such events just happened whenever they felt like it. While such a thing could be incredibly inconvenient, it was altogether helpful at the current moment – whether or not the photographer felt like admitting his need for human comfort, it was incredibly likely that he’d slowly start to calm down now that he wasn’t the only one awake. Whispering a small little response to the seemingly half-asleep brunet, Edward focused on calming his breathing some more so that he didn’t seem like some sort of hyperventilating psychopath or… whatever weird people got labelled as. “Oh, y’know. Nightmare.” Saying it out loud suddenly made his previous fear of the bad dreams seem incredibly irrational – however, it failed to impact the fact that he dreamt about people – his parents, for Merlin’s sake – dying every night and the images were still horrifying, no matter how old he was. Wrapping his arms around his legs, the redhead looked downward at Fraser, who had somehow come to the conclusion that a thigh was a good thing to use as a pillow (although really, Teddy supposed he wouldn’t really complain about it. No matter how weird it seemed.). Smiling slightly at the reporter’s clumsy actions, Edward resisted the urge to pet the other man’s wild mass of hair – no matter how much he currently resembled a little puppy, he wasn’t one. “Thanks, Fray.” Luckily, the halfblood’s pulse seemed to have slowed considerably, now far closer to a suitable beat for a generic human: he was now able to breathe at least marginally normally.
While his body was showing signs of relaxation, Teddy’s mind certainly was not. The string of images that ran through his mind refused to simply go away, like they always did – stubbornly stuck in his brain, all he could really do was pretend that they weren’t present. However there were several thoughts that ran over the top of the dream this time, for which he was grateful: on impulse, he decided to act upon one of them. “Look, um… can you like hug me? Please?” Regretting the sentence practically before he’d even be idiotic enough to blurt it out, Edward quickly reprimanded himself by adding an extra little phrase on the end. “Only if you, uh, want to. Or something.” Doing his best attempt at hiding his face in his knees – also known as his ‘inconspicuous hermit crab’ look that he was seriously considering making his trademark move – the wizard wished he’d never even opened his mouth. Still, there was a moral here… never talk to anyone when you’re ridiculously stressed, tired and perhaps a little crazy (especially not if the person in question happens to be ridiculously adorable when they’ve just woken up.).
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