- Messages
- 575
- OOC First Name
- Claire
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Married
- Sexual Orientation
- Saveli <3
- Wand
- Straight 10 1/2 Inch Whippy Cypress Wand with Erumpent Hide Core
- Age
- 12/2027 (feels about 90)
Though Reuben loved it at Ilvermorny, the last few months had been absolutely agonising. Just two days into term he'd received a letter from Saveli declaring their breakup, and after responding once, he'd not heard a thing back. After that, studying had become tedious and painful, the hours passing slowly and the days passing slower than that. How could he concentrate when the love of his life had dumped him without so much as a decent explanation? It didn't make any sense; they were so in love, or so he'd thought. Maybe he hadn't been good enough for her - he'd certainly felt useless once or twice. But the only clue she'd given him in her letter was that she was doing it for him, which led the boy to believe that perhaps it could be salvaged, after all. If there was any hope whatsoever, Reuben had to try.
The time was nine-thirty in the evening; the English summer sun had just begun to set, turning the quiet neighbourhood a dusty orange. One benefit of Saveli's floo fireplace being located at the end of the garden was that Reuben could arrive at it without drawing any attention to himself, which was exactly what he meant to do. After debating long and hard how to go about winning Saveli back, he'd eventually settled for about the cheesiest thing he could think of. Well, she'd always liked his cheesiness before. Why shouldn't she fall for it a second time? Hoisting his guitar strap up, Reuben crept quietly across the long garden, craning up at the house to look for Saveli's room. A dim light was on; hopefully, that meant she was inside. If she wasn't, Reuben was about to seriously humiliate himself. Then again, he might be able to do that anyway.
Taking several deep breaths, Reuben withdrew his strum from his pocket and began to play. It was a stupid song, some old muggle number he'd heard on the radio and memorised after it had reminded him of Sav, but the words, a few of which he'd changed to better fit their situation, were sweet and sincere. He sang as loudly as he dared, worried he might instead alert her dad, who was not the intended recipient of the song. It went like this:
You gave me solid gold
But to my touch, it felt cold
I gave you something real
You saw sorcery, you saw alchemy
God I was lonely
Stuck in my own skin
In spite of my pride
I finally let you in
And now I see it now I'm certain
I see you with my eyes opened
Trusting that our love
Our love is enough
Solid gold and perfect to the touch
Our love was torn apart
A victim of your raging heart
But I'll gather it all up
There at the bitter end
Piecing it back again
God I would always
Wind up such a mess
Took me so long to
Find out I was blessed
Yes
And now I see it now I'm certain
I see you with my eyes opened
Trusting that our love
Our love is enough
Solid gold and perfect to the touch
You'll never be lonely
Never be lonely not again
I'm letting you in and now
You'll never be lonely
Never be lonely not again
No, no, no
The time was nine-thirty in the evening; the English summer sun had just begun to set, turning the quiet neighbourhood a dusty orange. One benefit of Saveli's floo fireplace being located at the end of the garden was that Reuben could arrive at it without drawing any attention to himself, which was exactly what he meant to do. After debating long and hard how to go about winning Saveli back, he'd eventually settled for about the cheesiest thing he could think of. Well, she'd always liked his cheesiness before. Why shouldn't she fall for it a second time? Hoisting his guitar strap up, Reuben crept quietly across the long garden, craning up at the house to look for Saveli's room. A dim light was on; hopefully, that meant she was inside. If she wasn't, Reuben was about to seriously humiliate himself. Then again, he might be able to do that anyway.
Taking several deep breaths, Reuben withdrew his strum from his pocket and began to play. It was a stupid song, some old muggle number he'd heard on the radio and memorised after it had reminded him of Sav, but the words, a few of which he'd changed to better fit their situation, were sweet and sincere. He sang as loudly as he dared, worried he might instead alert her dad, who was not the intended recipient of the song. It went like this:
You gave me solid gold
But to my touch, it felt cold
I gave you something real
You saw sorcery, you saw alchemy
God I was lonely
Stuck in my own skin
In spite of my pride
I finally let you in
And now I see it now I'm certain
I see you with my eyes opened
Trusting that our love
Our love is enough
Solid gold and perfect to the touch
Our love was torn apart
A victim of your raging heart
But I'll gather it all up
There at the bitter end
Piecing it back again
God I would always
Wind up such a mess
Took me so long to
Find out I was blessed
Yes
And now I see it now I'm certain
I see you with my eyes opened
Trusting that our love
Our love is enough
Solid gold and perfect to the touch
You'll never be lonely
Never be lonely not again
I'm letting you in and now
You'll never be lonely
Never be lonely not again
No, no, no