Post by Cole Foster on Jun 25, 2014 14:13:53 GMT -5
Baby Merlin's asshole he fucking hated sitting at this stupid fucking table. It attracted too much attention, the unwanted kind. People from his table, all of his friends shooting looks over at him and making gestures. Pity. That was pity on their faces. Not because they were implying that he was whipped, they could do that at their own table, but because he was having to reduce himself to listening to the self important chatter from these assholes and the way they kept rolling their eyes any time that Annie touched him. Which, would have been gratifying enough on it's own, except the short one was being particularly arrogant today. Ignoring pecking order because they were in school. At least he got to glare down at Rosier, ickle baby didn't like his territory being infringed upon. Still, when one got too annoying for him to contain himself, he could just look over at the other one, and that was working, well enough. Breakfast was almost over anyway and then the mission would have been accomplished. He had assured Annie that he could manage a single meal with them, and since most of the comments seemed to be going over her head, or she was day dreaming again, or something along those lines, she wasn't irritated. Though, from what he could see out of the corner of his eyes, she wasn't even here right now. At least Danny was laughing at the comments he was making to Apollo, making the same faces that he was and that was amusing. One tolerable body. He was actually mid-smack whenever the contact registered to him, the finger trailing along his arm and the heat that spread from her touch. Spreading like petals over his skin as she traced the lines of his arm. Hardly the first time that she had done so, but every time she did so...just made his condition worse. His eyes rolled from her finger tracing lines up his arm, flexing even further for her on purpose, making the white sleeves of his shirt strain from the pressure he was putting on them, letting himself be amused by her expression for a few beats before letting his gaze roll deliberately over to man sitting directly across from him, amused lilt to his lips. He held Apollo's eye contact for just a touch too long , even as he was leaning back and tilting, leaning down to her ear, whispering, and keeping eye contact with Apollo, simply because he knew the man couldn't have any idea what he was saying. “Babe. I'm trying to talk to your friends...and I don't think, pinning you to this table and kissing you, is going to send the right message....”
Her hair always smelled wonderful. Like fruits and citrus, even better knowing that she didn't use shampoo that smelled like that, it was just her. That was the way her hair just smelled. He could feel himself smiling into her hair, and it was a good thing too. He didn't have to give these hyenas a single inch. Not one. Whereas his friends would tease and poke at her, Annie was more or less accepted by his friends, the only ones that mattered anyway. She had to know that, right? If he smiled at her like he wanted to, and pulled her onto his lap or poked at her ribs, they were going to say mean things about it, and that would just hurt Annie, and himself. Not that they would know that part, exactly. Still, whenever she was turning toward him, he forced the smile from his face, placing the same arrogant, mostly impartial look in it's place and straightening his spine. He hadn't even realized that he had bent so much to accommodate her until he had removed himself from her hair. Her small form turning and tucking itself under his arm, the same arm that rose to wrap itself around her waist, hands resting against the fabric of her shirt, moving so easily around her. His breathing hitched uncomfortably, and hopefully subtly, whenever she pushed her face into his chest, fairly certain that the muffled words weren't actually meant to be heard by anybody but herself, and he was bending to her again regardless, he wanted to see if it was not fair that he wanted to kiss her, or not fair that he shouldn't...he had gotten halfway there, whenever he stopped himself, delving into their little world at this particular table wouldn't be a very good thing at all. His eyes rolling over to those around them, Merlin he didn't want to be here. His hands tightened only slightly more than the resting hold he had a moment before, possessive, calming, before he was ready to go for another round with the pricks around him. Though, he had noticed, they were less likely to openly insult him whenever Annie was paying attention. Garden gnomes. The whole lot of them.
He liked having her close, like a good blanket and a mug of tea. She was just comfort, embodied. Every time she pressed her face into his chest, he knew that it had to be the same for her too. Maybe it was because he had washed with that soap that he knew she liked, or because he was slightly sweaty and she liked that too. Maybe it was because his shirt was soft. Who knew. Who cared really. He was better off than anybody else at the table. “You're great.” He didn't even register the sarcastic laughter from across the table because the moment she started to speak, his head was turning and he was lost in those big blue eyes. Just staring, a slow smile of his own settling over his features until his cheeks started to hurt. His eye closing in a wink. He might have allowed himself to get sappy, tell her that she was more greater, that would be something nice, and true, but given the surroundings, he knew that the wink was enough. His head dipping just enough to kiss the tip of her nose, obviously the feeling was mutual. He adored her.
She didn't even understand how she was playing right into the things that they hated. Didn't realize that she was helping to give him that added satisfaction of pissing all of these prats off. Because they were prats, even if they were her friends. Self centered, arrogant, preening prats. The eye rolling and comments, just let him know how deeply he was getting under their skin. It was amazing. Most of all Apollo, the prissiest of them, well, prissiest on this half of the table anyway. Thankfully his brother and that crew weren't anywhere to be seen. In fact, he was enjoying himself quite a bit, until she started talking, poking at them and she didn't even realize that was what she was doing. “’Pollo your eyes are going to stick up there,” Which was one thing, and her reaching across the table, then the drama queen flipped, shoving his plate in Annie's direction and rising from the table. He was throwing a tantrum? Over chips? That didn't make any sense whatsoever. He still couldn't help but to smirk though. Didn't care, plucking a chip from the discarded plate himself and biting the tip off, mirthfully, “What's that all about 'Pollo?” his eyes glittering as they turned toward the equally as annoyed boy.
Setting: Mid 6th Year,
Tags: Annie, Apollo, any other prissy pants
Words: 1239
Notes: None.
