Post by Straw Buckett on Jan 30, 2014 21:39:52 GMT -5
It was too hot, or maybe it was just too cold, whatever it was he felt itchy, sticky and with every which way he positioned himself Straw just couldn't get comfortable. He's kicked off all the sheets and lay on his back, spread eagled as he wilfully tried to convince himself that sleep would come at any moment if he just waited one more second. Rubbing his face, he frustratingly sits up with a long outward breath. It doesn’t take long before his eyes can't help but search the untouched spot to his left, an automatic response after years of love and marriage, you really couldn’t blame him. A dull reminder of what wasn't and how nothing could be any different.
Her section, empty as it had been for a year and a half now. Turning away he throws his legs off to the side of the bed and leans his elbows upon his knees, resting his face back in his hands. Straw sits there a moment longer before rising and walking to the chest of draws by the window. He pulls open the second draw and reaches for his grey sweater to drag over his singlet but instead his hand finds something else, something knitted and lite, something he disremembered. Straw pauses as his heart can’t help but make him feel uneasy as his throat tightens and he needs to swallow. The moon light shines through the curtains, giving him enough light to make out what he’s holding, he forgot he had it and finding it was inevitable but was he honestly surprised?! He remembered seeing it in the cupboard, that day, sharing a hanger with his brown leather jacket, the two garments almost hugging in protest of what was happening. Gently he ran his fingers over the fibres of the lime cardigan remembering how her eyes had always stood out in this one. He's taken quickly back to places and occasions like pic-nics, walks in the park in the Autumn and the moment Spaiden spilled chocolate ice cream on it. They had spent almost a full day trying to think of the most simplest of spells to clean it off, laughing as they made flowers and colours appear from their wands instead. Even now he couldn't remember what that little spell was. He should have thrown it away, he should have dropped it off or mailed it away and maybe he should have simply put it down and walked away… but yet it all too easily, as if his body wasn't ready to let go, he lifted it the cardigan to his nose. Her perfume was still there and with it came many memories of closeness and a love he was sure would have lasted forever. He closes his eyes and puts it neatly back in his draw. He’d keep it a little longer.
Straw grabs his nearest hooded jumped and slips on long pants, sliding on his thongs he leaves the empty bedroom. The flat is quiet and peacefully dark, the moonlight leads a path from the lounge to the kitchen and he fellows it. He passed the fridge and opens the orange juice. Not bothering to pour a glass he drinks straight from the carton. The refrigerator light reveals nothing to eat except uneaten fruit, Monday nights left overs and some canned cream. A smile etches its way across his lips as he was reminded of a time without children where they’d sat , dressed in nothing but underpants and his shirt, at a similar hour of the morning feeding each other with whatever they could find in the fridge, a war of canned cream had broken out and possibly a bit of old chocolate cake was involved too, a night he had long forgotten but wondered why he was remembering now.
Uninspired he shuts the door and walks away. He falls into the couch and stares out the window feeling more awake than ever. Looking at his watch he knows there’s too much time to stay up and wait for the sun, he should go back to bed but he can’t. Knowing Queety sleeps close by and would keep an eye on the kids should they need him, Straw grabs his wand and then heads out the front. He makes his way to the swing set in the court yard which isn’t too far away, a common source of fun for the triplets but tonight, at this hour, it was all his. He sit down on the second swing and begins to gently rock as he loses himself in thoughts of what was bothering him. He wonders about her and how their Hogwarts days of midnight towers, of swing sets and yoga, how lake sides, canned cream wars and a promise to love each other forever had landed him here. In all honestly Straw was moving on and doing the best he could but when you love someone, you have a connection and it never really goes away. Despite all that’s been you can’t help but snap back into being important to each other because let’s be honest…you still are.
Her section, empty as it had been for a year and a half now. Turning away he throws his legs off to the side of the bed and leans his elbows upon his knees, resting his face back in his hands. Straw sits there a moment longer before rising and walking to the chest of draws by the window. He pulls open the second draw and reaches for his grey sweater to drag over his singlet but instead his hand finds something else, something knitted and lite, something he disremembered. Straw pauses as his heart can’t help but make him feel uneasy as his throat tightens and he needs to swallow. The moon light shines through the curtains, giving him enough light to make out what he’s holding, he forgot he had it and finding it was inevitable but was he honestly surprised?! He remembered seeing it in the cupboard, that day, sharing a hanger with his brown leather jacket, the two garments almost hugging in protest of what was happening. Gently he ran his fingers over the fibres of the lime cardigan remembering how her eyes had always stood out in this one. He's taken quickly back to places and occasions like pic-nics, walks in the park in the Autumn and the moment Spaiden spilled chocolate ice cream on it. They had spent almost a full day trying to think of the most simplest of spells to clean it off, laughing as they made flowers and colours appear from their wands instead. Even now he couldn't remember what that little spell was. He should have thrown it away, he should have dropped it off or mailed it away and maybe he should have simply put it down and walked away… but yet it all too easily, as if his body wasn't ready to let go, he lifted it the cardigan to his nose. Her perfume was still there and with it came many memories of closeness and a love he was sure would have lasted forever. He closes his eyes and puts it neatly back in his draw. He’d keep it a little longer.
Straw grabs his nearest hooded jumped and slips on long pants, sliding on his thongs he leaves the empty bedroom. The flat is quiet and peacefully dark, the moonlight leads a path from the lounge to the kitchen and he fellows it. He passed the fridge and opens the orange juice. Not bothering to pour a glass he drinks straight from the carton. The refrigerator light reveals nothing to eat except uneaten fruit, Monday nights left overs and some canned cream. A smile etches its way across his lips as he was reminded of a time without children where they’d sat , dressed in nothing but underpants and his shirt, at a similar hour of the morning feeding each other with whatever they could find in the fridge, a war of canned cream had broken out and possibly a bit of old chocolate cake was involved too, a night he had long forgotten but wondered why he was remembering now.
Uninspired he shuts the door and walks away. He falls into the couch and stares out the window feeling more awake than ever. Looking at his watch he knows there’s too much time to stay up and wait for the sun, he should go back to bed but he can’t. Knowing Queety sleeps close by and would keep an eye on the kids should they need him, Straw grabs his wand and then heads out the front. He makes his way to the swing set in the court yard which isn’t too far away, a common source of fun for the triplets but tonight, at this hour, it was all his. He sit down on the second swing and begins to gently rock as he loses himself in thoughts of what was bothering him. He wonders about her and how their Hogwarts days of midnight towers, of swing sets and yoga, how lake sides, canned cream wars and a promise to love each other forever had landed him here. In all honestly Straw was moving on and doing the best he could but when you love someone, you have a connection and it never really goes away. Despite all that’s been you can’t help but snap back into being important to each other because let’s be honest…you still are.