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wook77Title: Middle of the Night
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Rating: G
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100quills
Prompt: #27 - Smell
Word Count: 523
Summary: In the middle of the night, he misses the weight of her hair on his face, her head on his chest. He wraps himself around the spare pillow and breathes.
Warnings: none.
Notes: All my Colin/Parvati stories are set in the universe and will, eventually, form one overarching plot. Please also note that the characterisations are loosely based on those atvu_network. All stories will not be posted chronologically, however. This one is written in honour of my ficlette and is beta'd by elle113. As always, I'd love to hear what you all think, concrit welcomed with open arms.
Colin missed her. When the nights dragged on and the location sweltered or froze by turn and assignment, he longed for the irritating fall of her hair across his face, his chest, his arm. He missed it tickling his nose as he tried to breathe.
He missed the silent support she offered in her sleep. It was, in fact, one of the few times Parvati was silent. Her heartbeat soothed him to sleep, rhythmic and beautiful to him.
He missed being woken up to her humming a far-too-cheerful song or speaking to her sister or friends in the too-early hours of morning as she dressed and primped. He especially missed the good morning kiss and cup of coffee she'd greet him with just before she headed out for another day of work at St. Mungo's.
His own job with the Daily Prophet was the reason he found himself in another city, a different country across the world from Parvati. He took whatever photographs they deemed necessary and then came home. It wasn't the glamorous career he'd envisioned for himself but it paid the bills. It helped them along and that's what counted in the end. Soon, they would save up enough for a house instead of the tiny flat they lived in. He knew, rationally, that once they were moved in, they'd be together more often. He wouldn't have to take so many assignments, he'd have more time at home.
Until then, he had to make do with imagining that all-too-familiar weight upon his chest or the feel of her wrapped within his arms rather than the spare pillow with its stiff and impersonal cotton that nowhere near resembled Parvati's softness, her silky skin.
Tonight though, the loneliness crept in and he felt as he had before…before he had truly met Parvati. There was darkness around him and he shrugged off the blankets and turned on the lights as quickly as possible. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he rested his head in his hands while the chilled air caused gooseflesh to creep up his legs until his pants were uncomfortable and itchy.
There was no sleep for him, no hope for sleep tonight without her. From experience, he knew it and so he stood and rooted through his rucksack until he pulled out one of Parvati's head scarves. He'd pinched it before he'd left their home two weeks ago but it still smelled like a combination of his favourite perfume and her.
As he walked back to the bed, he held the wisp of fabric to his nose and inhaled deeply. After lying back down and wrapping the scarf around the spare pillow, he wrapped himself, almost frantically, around the imposter. With a mumbled "Nox", the lights turned off.
"Accio Phone," had his phone sailing into his hand. His fingers were steady as he breathed in her scent and dialed the familiar numbers. It was late, she'd probably gone to sleep already, he shouldn't wake her, she wouldn't pick up. He'd just about resigned himself to a sleepless night when her longed-for voice was in his ear…
"I miss you, too."
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wook77Rating: G
Prompt Set: 50.4 at
100quillsPrompt: #27 - Smell
Word Count: 523
Summary: In the middle of the night, he misses the weight of her hair on his face, her head on his chest. He wraps himself around the spare pillow and breathes.
Warnings: none.
Notes: All my Colin/Parvati stories are set in the universe and will, eventually, form one overarching plot. Please also note that the characterisations are loosely based on those at
vu_network. All stories will not be posted chronologically, however. This one is written in honour of my ficlette and is beta'd by elle113. As always, I'd love to hear what you all think, concrit welcomed with open arms.Colin missed her. When the nights dragged on and the location sweltered or froze by turn and assignment, he longed for the irritating fall of her hair across his face, his chest, his arm. He missed it tickling his nose as he tried to breathe.
He missed the silent support she offered in her sleep. It was, in fact, one of the few times Parvati was silent. Her heartbeat soothed him to sleep, rhythmic and beautiful to him.
He missed being woken up to her humming a far-too-cheerful song or speaking to her sister or friends in the too-early hours of morning as she dressed and primped. He especially missed the good morning kiss and cup of coffee she'd greet him with just before she headed out for another day of work at St. Mungo's.
His own job with the Daily Prophet was the reason he found himself in another city, a different country across the world from Parvati. He took whatever photographs they deemed necessary and then came home. It wasn't the glamorous career he'd envisioned for himself but it paid the bills. It helped them along and that's what counted in the end. Soon, they would save up enough for a house instead of the tiny flat they lived in. He knew, rationally, that once they were moved in, they'd be together more often. He wouldn't have to take so many assignments, he'd have more time at home.
Until then, he had to make do with imagining that all-too-familiar weight upon his chest or the feel of her wrapped within his arms rather than the spare pillow with its stiff and impersonal cotton that nowhere near resembled Parvati's softness, her silky skin.
Tonight though, the loneliness crept in and he felt as he had before…before he had truly met Parvati. There was darkness around him and he shrugged off the blankets and turned on the lights as quickly as possible. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he rested his head in his hands while the chilled air caused gooseflesh to creep up his legs until his pants were uncomfortable and itchy.
There was no sleep for him, no hope for sleep tonight without her. From experience, he knew it and so he stood and rooted through his rucksack until he pulled out one of Parvati's head scarves. He'd pinched it before he'd left their home two weeks ago but it still smelled like a combination of his favourite perfume and her.
As he walked back to the bed, he held the wisp of fabric to his nose and inhaled deeply. After lying back down and wrapping the scarf around the spare pillow, he wrapped himself, almost frantically, around the imposter. With a mumbled "Nox", the lights turned off.
"Accio Phone," had his phone sailing into his hand. His fingers were steady as he breathed in her scent and dialed the familiar numbers. It was late, she'd probably gone to sleep already, he shouldn't wake her, she wouldn't pick up. He'd just about resigned himself to a sleepless night when her longed-for voice was in his ear…
"I miss you, too."
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Date: 2006-09-09 01:27 pm (UTC)Gorgeous! There is nothing about this that I don't love, and Colin is flawless. When he ran to turn on the lights I died with Colin-ish glee. And OF COURSE he'd nick her headscarf, the romantic little ninny. But I love him. And I LOVE this. And I LOVE YOU, this only affirms it. I can't wait until more 100 Quills stuff comes out from you.
I'm probably getting all misty-eyed and squeegasmy about this fic because I'm listening to 'Iris', which is of course the ultimate Colati song.
♥ TIMES A MILLION WITH COLATI ON TOP. :D
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Date: 2006-09-10 03:47 am (UTC)He hides his romanticness very well, though, doesn't he?
I've a couple other parts written just waiting for posting.
and omg, Iris is TEH Colati song.
♥ backatcha, baby!
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Date: 2007-06-17 04:38 pm (UTC)