Chemistry is a Coin
To Chi, (in a teapot) because it is her birthday…ages ago : /
Aw well, HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHI : D
Pairing: Teddy/Molly II
The saying 'two sides to the same coin' has never been truer.
Because she's so prim and proper and oh so prejudiced because she's supposed to be that way, not a single strand of red hair out of place in her prim and proper bob, not a crease in her robes and her prefect badge always shiny. Molly is the emblem of perfection.
And he's free and frivolous and oh so f l a m b o y a n t because he wants to and he can so he is, not a strand of his blue hair combed for weeks on end, his coats for too large and far too shredded from all the alterations he's made to them, Teddy is the damp patch on a masterpiece.
Molly believes him to be a tramp with a house.
Teddy calls her a proper cow.
But they both have something they need in another: intelligence.
Molly cannot stand a man who bumbles like a child caught in his lie, who badgers her for her constant opinion because he is such an imbecile he cannot forge his own conclusion because to him she is but some dominatrix figure for him to worship - these people are her admirers, not lovers. The subtle difference is surprisingly quite easy to spot.
Teddy is finicky and foreboding about his love-oriented fate. There are no 'nice girls' left for him to pick from: Lucy's turned home-wrecker, Roxie was far too broken to begin with - and he needs all that superglue to fix his own problems - Dominique got a first class stamp straight to Azkaban - no returns, Lily's too young even with all the flirting and Rosie's just plain taken. Even his old and bloody glorious flame Vicky left him after she found dancing around poles, stroking the thighs of various girls was her 'thing'.
She just wants someone who won't adulate her.
He just wants someone whose clever enough find out where his pieces go.
And they got one look, one glance at the other. It was fleeting, a short snippet of the other without their perfection and flamboyance. Just one.
(And sometimes one is just enough)
AN: By the Gods, did I succeed in creating romance that wasn't laced in horror, angst or murder?
It is obvious I must be an intruder.
I'll be throwing myself off a nearby cliff now. In the meantime, why don't you block out the horror of that statement by leaving me a review?
Au revoir.