I wanted to know what Bartimaeus really thinks about certain people...this is what I'd like him to think
Inspired by "the panic in me" by Elton John
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Like silver, like rain
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He had a special laughter. One he only used when we were alone (as far as I knew).
Around his teacher he gave little chuckles. He barely ever laughed when his relatives were around. Girls made him smile in a way that was rather seductive, though I doubt he even knew that, and I never pointed it out to him. Anyway, what would he want with girls?
But my laughter was different. It was clear and fresh, like silver and rain, and at times it sounded like music to me. I couldn't recall a master who had laughed about things I said. No, they were always insulted (not a bit of humour they had), or maybe they just didn't dare.
Because laughing makes you vulnerable. Ptolemy never cared about hiding his feelings in front of me, and that was what made me like him in the first place.
His laughter soothed me. And for a few hours, those precious hours, I could forget that I was supposed to hate him, and that my thoughts about him were unnatural.
Somehow he knew how to fill that aching emptiness in me.
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It's short, but it's only the beginning.
There will definitely be more...but I will write more about Bartimaeus and Kitty I think. Please tell me what you think about it!