Will sat in his science class, not listening as his teacher explained
balanced and unbalanced forces. He knew he had come to school to build up
his knowledge so he could build the kingdom of heaven, today… midsummer…
there was no way he could concentrate. All Will could think of was Lyra and
how they would 'meet' at noon.
He glanced at his watch, 11:30, finally. Will swept his books into his bag and with no regard to his teachers shout or the classes muttering and laughter, strode out of the lab. There would be trouble tomorrow, Will knew, but not today, no, he would not be back today. Indeed, last year he had remained on the bench until dark, when Mary had come to get him.
This year would be easier at least. Now he was in 6th form, and uniform wasn't required, there would be no raised eyebrows at a boy walking around during school hours in uniform. If I were in Lyra's world, Will thought, no one would notice a boy, or rather young man now, going around during the day. According to her, it was not compulsory to attend school at his age in her world. He assumed Lyra would be learning though. Will tried, and failed, to picture her having the patience to sit and work out one of the long equations he was given in maths class, it was almost laughable. He saw her furrowed brows, her stubborn young face growing angry –
No that was not how she would look now. Lyra would have grown into a woman, her body taller slimmer, unlike the one of a girl he remembered so well. Will often found it painful to think of how he would have changed. That he wouldn't know every curve of her body, the exact tone of her hair. But his worst fear was that her feelings for him would change, that she would stop loving him.
Will managed to banish all thoughts of that for the net mile and a half, until he reached the fence of the Botanic Gardens. Unable to wait the time it would take to walk in via the gate, Will swung his agile young body over the fence. He landed softly like the cat his dæmon took the form of, and moved stealthily across the gardens, using agility he had gained during his adventures with Lyra and not yet lost.
As he rounded a curve in the path, Will saw a stone (is it stone?) bench. In front of it prowled an impatient but beautiful cat. The mixture of colour and texture in its coat was truly amazing. Inky black blended with midnight blue, shadowed grey with fog black.
"Kirjava!" Will called to his dæmon, "You can stop pacing, I'm, here now,"
"Well, good," the cat dæmon replied, her voice tinged with annoyance. "I've been here all day and the clock is just about to strike noon."
Just as Kirjava's words left her mouth, the first of twelve bells tolled out. Will sprinted the remaining few meters to the bench, swept up Kirjava and settled silently down.
Will closed his eyes and felt the gentle breeze on his face. Slowly he reached out his hnd and placed it between where he and Lyra were sat, in two different worlds. He could almost feel her smaller more delicate hand beneath his own. He closed his eyes and went into a half conscious state, in which he was still 13 and journeying with Lyra through different worlds. Will was so absorbed in his thoughts that he did not immediately notice an extra weight settle on his lap. When he did notice, Will slowly opened his eyes and saw a small boy sat on his knee. Shocked he glanced around to see if anyone was nearby. When he had looked one way, Will turned his head to the other side and –
A/N sorry for the abrubtness of the nend but I had to get it over with coz I wanna rite the rest now.
Thanx to all the ppl who like it and I will post more soon.
He glanced at his watch, 11:30, finally. Will swept his books into his bag and with no regard to his teachers shout or the classes muttering and laughter, strode out of the lab. There would be trouble tomorrow, Will knew, but not today, no, he would not be back today. Indeed, last year he had remained on the bench until dark, when Mary had come to get him.
This year would be easier at least. Now he was in 6th form, and uniform wasn't required, there would be no raised eyebrows at a boy walking around during school hours in uniform. If I were in Lyra's world, Will thought, no one would notice a boy, or rather young man now, going around during the day. According to her, it was not compulsory to attend school at his age in her world. He assumed Lyra would be learning though. Will tried, and failed, to picture her having the patience to sit and work out one of the long equations he was given in maths class, it was almost laughable. He saw her furrowed brows, her stubborn young face growing angry –
No that was not how she would look now. Lyra would have grown into a woman, her body taller slimmer, unlike the one of a girl he remembered so well. Will often found it painful to think of how he would have changed. That he wouldn't know every curve of her body, the exact tone of her hair. But his worst fear was that her feelings for him would change, that she would stop loving him.
Will managed to banish all thoughts of that for the net mile and a half, until he reached the fence of the Botanic Gardens. Unable to wait the time it would take to walk in via the gate, Will swung his agile young body over the fence. He landed softly like the cat his dæmon took the form of, and moved stealthily across the gardens, using agility he had gained during his adventures with Lyra and not yet lost.
As he rounded a curve in the path, Will saw a stone (is it stone?) bench. In front of it prowled an impatient but beautiful cat. The mixture of colour and texture in its coat was truly amazing. Inky black blended with midnight blue, shadowed grey with fog black.
"Kirjava!" Will called to his dæmon, "You can stop pacing, I'm, here now,"
"Well, good," the cat dæmon replied, her voice tinged with annoyance. "I've been here all day and the clock is just about to strike noon."
Just as Kirjava's words left her mouth, the first of twelve bells tolled out. Will sprinted the remaining few meters to the bench, swept up Kirjava and settled silently down.
Will closed his eyes and felt the gentle breeze on his face. Slowly he reached out his hnd and placed it between where he and Lyra were sat, in two different worlds. He could almost feel her smaller more delicate hand beneath his own. He closed his eyes and went into a half conscious state, in which he was still 13 and journeying with Lyra through different worlds. Will was so absorbed in his thoughts that he did not immediately notice an extra weight settle on his lap. When he did notice, Will slowly opened his eyes and saw a small boy sat on his knee. Shocked he glanced around to see if anyone was nearby. When he had looked one way, Will turned his head to the other side and –
A/N sorry for the abrubtness of the nend but I had to get it over with coz I wanna rite the rest now.
Thanx to all the ppl who like it and I will post more soon.