[ he mutters, ] Gods help me. [ all the while, george preens beneath the attention. though, luke truthfully doubts either of them can recall when their own birthdays are. they're ancient snakes who try not to draw attention to themselves. it's always about others — their stories may be of their own weddings, a renewal of vows every one hundred years, but it's always been to see him smile or roll his eyes, poking fun at george for getting some icing of his wedding cake beneath his chin or dancing with the wrong snake as he presumed it was martha's mother. never have they ever been so selfish as to pull attention onto them — and it's why luke had gone around them, refusing to properly gain their permission, as he freed them from a staff that would only see them sitting in his suite as he forgot to take a piece of his father with him on his own travels. (he always expects it to disappear). ]
[ with pride in his voice, ] She will be; she's after Luke!
[ affronted, martha gasps. ] George! You'd just let me go?
If it meant she was around more —
[ luke shakes his head. ] Dude, you don't have a chance. [ and he would puff out his own chest, but he doesn't, content to slouch and no longer be stiff and made of the stone the staff can easily turn anyone and anything into. though he's confused over the recent events in the audience chambers, he doesn't want to think on it too much. it burrows beneath him, an itch he can't quite scratch, and while it's familiar in its touch, it isn't as burning as it had once been, driving him to a titan who had scorched him from the inside out. ]
[ thankfully, though, their interlude has ended, the two snakes as talkative and playful as they've ever been — and martha provides him with a distraction. ]
[ she blushes red. luke laughs at the sight of her blue disappearing as she becomes as dark as a normal red apple. she disappears from the coffee table; luke watches her from the corner of her eye as he predicts where she'll end up next. looking to hermione, he shrugs his shoulders. he'd created the muggle quest out of a desire to have a reason to talk to her. it sees her laugh, each time he brings it up — and a part of him has forgotten it, no longer needing only it as an excuse to talk to her. the evolution of a friendship — it's a little confronting for luke, realising he actually has a good friend he'd make the dumbest and most transparent reasons to talk to for. ] I think I can handle it. You forget, I can find almost anything. And you need it, so even if I'm running around the world until I'm really tired ... [ he shrugs. ] It'd be worth it. [ his eyes shifts away from her face, resting on her shoulder where martha appears. luke shifts his attention back to hermione, hoping martha can surprise her as she kisses her on the cheek instead of him; luke smiles. ]
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[ with pride in his voice, ] She will be; she's after Luke!
[ affronted, martha gasps. ] George! You'd just let me go?
If it meant she was around more —
[ luke shakes his head. ] Dude, you don't have a chance. [ and he would puff out his own chest, but he doesn't, content to slouch and no longer be stiff and made of the stone the staff can easily turn anyone and anything into. though he's confused over the recent events in the audience chambers, he doesn't want to think on it too much. it burrows beneath him, an itch he can't quite scratch, and while it's familiar in its touch, it isn't as burning as it had once been, driving him to a titan who had scorched him from the inside out. ]
[ thankfully, though, their interlude has ended, the two snakes as talkative and playful as they've ever been — and martha provides him with a distraction. ]
[ she blushes red. luke laughs at the sight of her blue disappearing as she becomes as dark as a normal red apple. she disappears from the coffee table; luke watches her from the corner of her eye as he predicts where she'll end up next. looking to hermione, he shrugs his shoulders. he'd created the muggle quest out of a desire to have a reason to talk to her. it sees her laugh, each time he brings it up — and a part of him has forgotten it, no longer needing only it as an excuse to talk to her. the evolution of a friendship — it's a little confronting for luke, realising he actually has a good friend he'd make the dumbest and most transparent reasons to talk to for. ] I think I can handle it. You forget, I can find almost anything. And you need it, so even if I'm running around the world until I'm really tired ... [ he shrugs. ] It'd be worth it. [ his eyes shifts away from her face, resting on her shoulder where martha appears. luke shifts his attention back to hermione, hoping martha can surprise her as she kisses her on the cheek instead of him; luke smiles. ]