sticks and stones won't break my bones: Unexpected Arrival | Druella + Thatcher
Druella’s day was going well. She woke up early and was the first one awake in her shared room. Her shower was normal, pleasant even. She hadn’t seen Susan in days and the semester was going….well…perfect. The perfection of it made her smile. Her life is starting to go great. She wondered where…
He had known it was her the moment he saw, despite her vain attempts to escape unnoticed. It was only the back of her head as she tried to bustle away, but he knew. He could tell by how perfectly styled it was, not a single strand out of place. It was the same hair that he had once run his fingers through night after night, the same hair that he had been scanning the crowds for with keen yet cold eyes ever since arriving at this wretched school.
Against his better judgement, he followed. His eyes focused on the bundle of blonde as he moved his way skillfully through the herds of students irritatingly getting into his way. He didn’t blink, like a hunter who had caught sight of his prey. But she was fast, like a deer darting away from a lion and by the time he had rounded the corner, she was gone - again.
Thatcher felt the temper and disappointment rise up within. Could she still not face him after all this time or was it that she simply did not care enough to even bother? Did he not deserve an explanation? After everything he gave her, did he not at least deserve that? It was by chance that he caught sight of the alcove out the corner of his eye but instincts told him there was a reason it had been drawn to his attention. He moved forward, ducking his head around the alcove.
Nothing could have prepared him for the wave of emotions that washed over him when he saw her, actually saw her face to face and not just the back of her head. Druella Bones, the only person who had ever succeeded in warming that ice cold heart of his with her bright smile. And the only person who ever succeeded in breaking said heart. She was as beautiful as he remembered, perhaps more so now that she had matured. How long had it been now, since that fatal day when he had woken up to find her missing? He tried to tell himself that he didn’t know, that he didn’t care enough to give a damn how long it had been but he knew that was a complete lie. He knew exactly how long it had been.
Two years he had spent wondering what the fuck he had done wrong for her to just vanish like that. Two fucking years.
“Well, look who it is.” He drawled the words out slowly, pronouncing every syllable perfectly. His eyes stared at her and he stepped further in, leaning against the side of the entrance to block it. The little minx had a habit of running away after all. “Little Ella.” He sighed, speaking her name as though it was a fond memory and not a tale of heartbreak. “Correct me if I’m wrong, my dear, but I always thought it customary to greet an old friend politely? Now I know my social skills are a little rusty, but hiding in silly little alcoves hardly seems like the way a proper lady should behave. Surely you’re not hiding from me?”
#ugh idk if i like this.... #thatcher x legs #legs x thatcher
Copying Bre and doing a list to help me…
STARTERS:
pansy x theoflint x katieanthony x athena- attie x eddie
- ginny x neville
- miles x millicent
- open para for pixie
- open para for victoria
- open para for tracey
- open para for moose
REPLIES:
ron x seamus- malcolm x eleanor
- thatcher x ella
clarisse x ashergoyle x parvati
