Pairing: Teddy/Victoire
Author: Maddi (who's scruffy looking)
For: Vicky (incandescent dreams)
it is timeless, the boy-meets-girl scenario-
he is a painter; an artist with a beautiful vision. he is on a mission, he wants to be seen, he wants to be heard, he wants to be somebody, and he will not (repeat not) be distracted.
she is a vain girl, a spoiled little rich girl. she is on a mission, she wants to rebel, she wants to escape, she wants to live, and she will not (repeat not) be distracted.
they meet.
he hates her instantly. he hates the snarky little Weasley girl, hates how she is always ordering everyone around, treating them like they are dirt on the bottom of her six-inch stilettos. he hates how she is always so controlling, so sure that she is right, and everyone else is wrong. sure, she may be a pretty little face, but certainly nothing special, certainly not beautiful. he hates her, really.
she is a nuisance, an annoying little distraction- she is a distraction, and he is on a mission, after all. he wants to be seen, he wants to be heard, he wants to be somebody, and he will not (repeat not) be distracted.
they clash.
she hates him as well, she hates the bold Lupin boy, hates him with a passion. she hates how impatient he is, how he is always treating her like a child. she hates how he constantly questions her, hates how loud, wild, harsh he is. on more than one occasion, she dreams of him, poisoned. killed in a fatal car crash. choking on peanuts. she hates him, really.
he is a nuisance, a temperamental distraction- he is a distraction, and she is on a mission, after all. she wants to rebel, she wants to escape, she wants to live, and she will not (repeat not) be distracted.
they… compromise.
sometimes, it is possible to hate someone so much that, eventually, the hate you feel for them surpasses the realm of hate and turns into something else. friendship? love? more hate?
and, so it is with him –over time, something happens. something unexpected, something strange. he doesn't know exactly when he began to feel like this. maybe while she was shouting curses at him over the telephone? while she was storming out of his apartment?
at first, he doesn't realize it. he does not know why he puts up with it, the yelling, and the insults. he does not know why he stays, why he puts up with her. but he stays, and one day, he understands.
she does not. she is oblivious – all she knows is that she has a strangely obedient and slightly grumpy slave at her bidding. and she loves it.
meanwhile, her slave suffers from the unthinkable, the worst kind of affection that there is, the most deadly, the most horrible; unrequited love.
but, he remains silent, because she is a distraction, and he is on a mission. he wants to be seen, he wants to be heard, he wants to be somebody, and he will not (repeat not) be distracted…
they kiss.
… and he cannot recall a time when she looked so… free, so alive, and he thinks that maybe, with her hair all loose like that, and her eyes like sparkly emeralds, she might be a little bit beautiful.
so he does it, places a chaste kiss to her pouting lips, just like he has always wanted to do. he doesn't dare linger, but oh, how sweet she tastes, like spearmint and vanilla and pure passion.
she is still oblivious, blissfully ignorant of his pitiable situation, and she tries desperately to convince herself that he is acting purely out of ambition, not feeling. as if he would be capable of such a thing as feeling.
after all, she doesn't have time left for feeling. she is on a mission, she wants to rebel, she wants to escape, she wants to live, and she will not (repeat not) be distracted.
they reflect.
his efforts are nearly exhausted, all of the months he has spent playing a role, pretending not to feel the things that he does, pretending not to be affected by her actions, by the fact she does not reciprocate his affections. because, the only thing worse than unrequited love is watching the object of one's affection, completely unaware of one's affliction. it is then that he realizes his misery, how hard it has become to pretend, to act his part – after all, he is only acting now, not really living, just going through the motions, living behind a mask.
little does he know that she might be a better actor than she appears as well. Not that she is aware she is acting. the reality is, she is not sure what she is doing. she is not sure why she orders him to stay behind and help her with homework, why she always wants him close beside her. because, isn't he supposed to be a distraction? is she not on a mission?
they crumble.
as he watches her, she is tall and sure and dazzling, beautiful, and he wonders where he ever saw better. she is so still and calm, never mind the fact that they have not spoken in days, that he misses her terribly, and it is evident that she misses him as well. forget about that.
after all, he mustn't forget his mission – because she is distraction, more so than ever, and he is on a mission, he wants to be seen, he wants to be heard, he wants to be somebody, and he will not (repeat not) be distracted.
and so he leaves…
they mend.
… and she brings him back.
the interesting thing about love is that it is forever changing, forever intertwining people with each other. the love one feels for a friend (or enemy) can become the love one feels for a lover. in turn, the love one feels for a lover can become the love one feels for a friend. and, sometimes unrequited love can turn into requited love. requited, reciprocated, beautiful love.
and, so it is with them, him and her, Teddy and Victoire.
he is a painter; an artist with a beautiful vision. she is a vain girl, a spoiled little rich girl. they are both on a mission, a life mission, and they will not (repeat not) be distracted. they are starting over, a new, fresh beginning, and this time
they are doing it together.
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