He was just a few years older... just three... three hundred... after all, it wasn't really all that much, right? Not like those silly mud men they spend so much time chasing. ...Oh, who was she kidding. Even if he didn't give a damn about her age, or his, would he ever, really truly think of her like that? Want to hold her close, want to kiss her with lips full of a mirrored passion, want to sit in that comfortable silence that only one who has truly been in love can comprehend? With her? No. He was...it was... their world would not allow it. Never. It would be considered un-professional, disorderly conduct... What did the stupid council know of love? Of passion? "NOTHING!"
The sound of the word coming out of her mouth frightened her. It sounded... distant, angry, and... it gave voice to the utter turmoil, the pain and suffering his ignorance of her ever present admiration caused her. She wanted him to love her! Of course, she knew of his past life, of the wife he had lost, of course she knew. The entire force knew, thanks in due to that silly centaur. Foaly never could keep his mouth shut. It was something that was never spoken of, but you knew that underneath that rough, red exterior was a man who was suffering a wound no one had ever bothered to heal. She wanted to help him, to bring him anew to the world. Like the man in the photograph, sitting, smiling in a tux, left to gather dust and tears and fingerprints, in the bottom drawer of his desk.
author's note: I know, i know, most fans of the series have probably guessed who is talking by now. If, i suppose you are a H/J shipper, like me! This is Holly. Anyway, yes, she does sound very much out of charecter, but don't get too angry yet! Most people who know my writing understand that i have a hard time writing fluff or romance or angst. So... anyone who wants to help along a budding author, please leave comments and ideas for a continuity! I would really like to continue this, because it's awful short. 3 aurora