Unexpected Arrival | Druella + Thatcher
He had known it was her the moment he saw, despite her vain attempts to escape unnoticed. It was only the back of her head as she tried to bustle away, but he knew. He could tell by how perfectly styled it was, not a single strand out of place. It was the same hair that he had once run his fingers through night after night, the same hair that he had been scanning the crowds for with keen yet cold eyes ever since arriving at this wretched school.
Against his better judgement, he followed. His eyes focused on the bundle of blonde as he moved his way skillfully through the herds of students irritatingly getting into his way. He didn’t blink, like a hunter who had caught sight of his prey. But she was fast, like a deer darting away from a lion and by the time he had rounded the corner, she was gone - again.
Thatcher felt the temper and disappointment rise up within. Could she still not face him after all this time or was it that she simply did not care enough to even bother? Did he not deserve an explanation? After everything he gave her, did he not at least deserve that? It was by chance that he caught sight of the alcove out the corner of his eye but instincts told him there was a reason it had been drawn to his attention. He moved forward, ducking his head around the alcove.
Nothing could have prepared him for the wave of emotions that washed over him when he saw her, actually saw her face to face and not just the back of her head. Druella Bones, the only person who had ever succeeded in warming that ice cold heart of his with her bright smile. And the only person who ever succeeded in breaking said heart. She was as beautiful as he remembered, perhaps more so now that she had matured. How long had it been now, since that fatal day when he had woken up to find her missing? He tried to tell himself that he didn’t know, that he didn’t care enough to give a damn how long it had been but he knew that was a complete lie. He knew exactly how long it had been.
Two years he had spent wondering what the fuck he had done wrong for her to just vanish like that. Two fucking years.
“Well, look who it is.” He drawled the words out slowly, pronouncing every syllable perfectly. His eyes stared at her and he stepped further in, leaning against the side of the entrance to block it. The little minx had a habit of running away after all. “Little Ella.” He sighed, speaking her name as though it was a fond memory and not a tale of heartbreak. “Correct me if I’m wrong, my dear, but I always thought it customary to greet an old friend politely? Now I know my social skills are a little rusty, but hiding in silly little alcoves hardly seems like the way a proper lady should behave. Surely you’re not hiding from me?”
Ella held her breath listening to the footsteps. Something in her body just knew it was Thatcher. How could she ever escape him? She knew he would find her. Her eyes remained shut tightly. She willed him away from her. This wasn’t what she had in mind for her morning. The fact that Ella was running from him was out of character, but she just couldn’t face him. How could she put into words how she felt? She fell for him and it hurt her. She was scared of what that could of meant and now he was standing in front of her. Ella opened her eyes feeling his presence. All she could do was stare at him. Two long years. She couldn’t do this. Her first thought was to kiss him. Throw every bad thought she’s had and kiss him right then and there. But she couldn’t.
Her mouth open to say something, but of course, he spoke first. His voice was alluring with the same hint of condescending tone he once had. Where was her Thatcher? Her blue eyes searched his trying to find him. Her mouth dropped and she felt her heart clench. Maybe he wasn’t there anymore. Her face quickly changed to a scowl as he called her little. He wasn’t going to play the I’m older card now. She crossed her arms over her chest and rolled her eyes. “Thatch.” She greeted him with as much attitude as he was giving her. Maybe if she played her cards right and was just angry the whole time, he would get annoyed and leave her alone.
He was blocking her escape. The thought of just slipping past him occurred to her, but there he was in all his form blocking her. Had he bulked up since she last saw him? Okay, the desire to touch him once more over came her. Taking a page from Clarisse, she stepped forward and touched his chest lightly. A small smile played on her lips. “Not hiding. Maybe I was trying to get you to follow me into this dark, secluded alcove.” Her voice was low as she lied to him. It was so easy. She was so close to him that their lips were barely inches apart. “Hello Thatcher.” She used his full name, hoping to once again throw him off.
(Source: legsandbones)
Close enough to start a war
All that I have is on the floor
God only knows what we’re fighting for
All that I say, you always say more
(Source: fadingtales)
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#** #sometimes things get a little crazy with clarisse and legs
Unexpected Arrival | Druella + Thatcher
Druella’s day was going well. She woke up early and was the first one awake in her shared room. Her shower was normal, pleasant even. She hadn’t seen Susan in days and the semester was going….well…perfect. The perfection of it made her smile. Her life is starting to go great. She wondered where Clarisse was off to as she strolled through the halls. Her hair freshly curled and downing with only her uniform with her cloak over it. It was a brisk, cold morning. Her head only filled with positive when she saw him. Her heels stopped dead in the crowd as she stared across the light sea of students. He was here. Ella couldn’t move. He graduated four years ago. What was he doing here now?
Her blue eyes watched as he conversed with some teacher, that was hardly the point right now, but Thatcher Gatsby stood at the end of this hall. The only guy that ever made her feel exactly like she was feeling right now. Her feet weighed to the ground and her eyes glued on his body. He would eventually feel her staring at him. She need to move. Run. Forcing herself, she ripped her eyes from his form and began to walk quickly away from him. In her mind, she thought she felt someone’s eyes on her, but she didn’t dare turn around for a last glance. If it was him, she hoped he thought she was just another blonde student. She couldn’t do this. Where the hell was Clarisse?
Stealing around a corner, she found an alcove to duck under. Her breathing erratic and she rested her back against the wall. Two long years. She had only caught glimpses of him over the years and wanted it to stay that way. If he ever talked to her, he would have questions she couldn’t answer. Her body shake uncontrollably. She wasn’t ready. Thatcher clouded her mind. Her memory went back not to their fights, but to their small moments. Thatcher being sweet with her. Their small kisses. Promises of the future. If only she knew then that she was falling for the older male, maybe she wouldn’t of run from him. Her own questions went unanswered.
She held her breath as she thought she heard footsteps. Closing her eyes, she prayed for them to go the other way. He couldn’t of found her that fast. Yes, he could have you idiot. She knew his skills and she shouldn’t doubt him. At that point she began to will that he was someone else. Not Thatch. Not yet.
Unaware of a stare from someone
Don’t appear to care that I saw you and I want you
I'm a seventh year, Hufflepuff. I'm sort
of a perfectionist. Trust me -- you
want to be on my good side.
