I find those combat lessons quite pleasant…
Do you wish to set a time and place, Sir Gryffindor?
Perhaps once you teach me, you will not have to take over my Quidditich lessons that often anymore. You can see it as an investment in your own welfare.
What of now, Lady Ravenclaw?
And since it is you, I shall go along with the pretense that these lessons are for my sake.
(Source: thebraveheartof-gryffindor)
I Know You || Godric & Emilia
“You’ve changed little.” Emilia said sternly. “You’re still the same, determined boy I once knew. Except, now you have a beard, so I suppose you’re a man.” Emilia laughed jokingly to herself with her eyes still locked on his. As Godric questioned her high ambitions, Emilia recalled memories as a small child. In her early years, she only wanted to be Queen for the pretty gowns and brave men that would defend her. She wanted a King and all the luxuries that came with such nobility. As she grew, she watched her own die. She had only ever brought herself to attend two hangings in her teenage years. A man and a woman she lived near. Generous they were. Accused for what they were not. She sometimes could smell the burning flesh within her town of those with less fortune. Hanging or beheading was a fate most sentenced to execution desired. It was then that she no longer intended to take her position as Queen one day for luxuries and happiness. Her ambition had indeed grown to be far more complex. “You can say my ambition has grown. I’ve seen too much.”
Emilia felt some amusement in Godric’s sudden defense. Something she nearly seemed to feed off of. “Forgive me.” Emilia said apologetically. “It was not what I meant. Only if any have sparked your interest.” However, while on the subject, she still felt curious. “But as we speak of it, have you managed to bed anyone since I? It’s been many years. If not, you may be getting dull down there. I’d still be willing to fix that for you should you ever need it.” Emilia could not suppress her laughter as it spilled out uncontrollably. “I’m sorry, friend. You know I was only joking, though I remember you never handled jokes too well. No more.” Placing a hand against her mouth to suppress the urge of laughter that lingered, she took a final deep breath and allowed her hand to sink back down to her side.
“And do not apologize for Joseph and my father.” Emilia’s tone suddenly lacked the playfulness it gave off only seconds ago. “You did not know.” Somewhere if her heart, Emilia so desired to have a family again. But one must not look back. Her aspirations were far too high to look back now or at any moment. She worried night and day for the lives of father and mother. Even her brother on some nights. But as of now, they could only serve as mere memories. “When I am Queen, we’ll live in tranquil as we should.” Emilia vowed, her voice almost harsh. “I sometimes wonder if my father lives, does he think of me? Joseph is a name heard often. I’m sure my father is quite aware he still lives. But what of me? It’s a thought most bothersome that my mind sometimes lingers on.”
“It is hard not to see more than we can take,” Godric agreed, for he too had seen far more than he had ever wished to at a tender age. Battle was a way of immersing Godric into the believe that death could be seen as honourable. That there was a purpose to death, instead of senseless killing because of one muggle’s fear of magic. Godric met Emilia’s steady gaze, taking that moment to note the small frown between her brow, the absence of youthful innocence that seemed so harshly taken away from her. Perhaps Godric had helped that in some way, for both their innocence were lost to each other. It was the world they lived in that had done this to them, aged them, though no mark of this lined their faces as of yet. Faintly, Godric smiled, finding his finger trailing downthe soft unblemished skin of Emilia’s cheek. “And you,” He murmured, more to himself than to anyone else. “You are just the same as the day I saw you last. Knowing eyes and a barbed tongue so full of scorn for me.” His words were spoken of fond endearment, as if Godric somehow treasured each insult he had ever recieved form Emilia.
Suddenly, Godric removed his hand, watching Emilia with cautious green eyes as he mulled over her words. “Yes,” He said finally. “When in battle, I do not know what night would be my last - I never wish to spend it alone.” Though, Godric had to admit to himself that sometimes, if felt as though he were alone. The women whom so easily came to his tent knew little of him, did not know of his mother nor his father, his early life nor the secrets his harboured. Some of them asked, but never did they actually discern from Godric Gryffindor what he held close to his heart. There were times when Godric did not know them himself. Then Emilia laughed, a carefree and joyous sound that filled the dark and empty hallway with something warm and light. It tugged at the corner of Godric’s lips, until the lion found himself chuckling also, eyes crinkling as they gazed down at her. “And what of you? Has a man brave enough dared to grace the presence of your bedchamber, Lady Emilia?”
But all too soon, his smile died and his brows pulled together as he watched yet again, the sudden change on the young girl’s face. It reminded Godric that she was not truly the girl he remembered. She was harsher, somehow. Perhaps ruthless. The girl Godric knew to be so warm and innocent was not cold and regal. She would only need a crow upon her head for him to believe that she truly was the Queen. It suited her, this new Emilia. She looked in control, in command of her world and everything within it. Yet, Godric found himself oddly longing for the playful and teasing girl he had once knew, with her quirking brow and laughing eyes. “Perhaps it is best that your father does not hear of you,” It was a dangerous joke, one that might actually wound Emilia, but Godric dared to speak it, knowing that if she smiled, the risk would be worth it. “The old man’s heart might stop if he heard of your scandalous reputation.”
She has never asked me to stay, Godric..
[He looks at his friend]
It pains me too, that I have betrayed you in such a manner but I must ask you what you had done if things has been turned around.
One chance on the one thing you desired. But one chance only and one time. I could not resist.
And for that I am sorry. Because you are after all, my dearest friend. And I do grant you your happiness with her - I just grant myself happiness, too.
It’s what she wants. But she would never ask it of you and you know that.
I would never have done so, Salazar. I would never have done what you did. It is something I simply could not do. Perhap it is simply my mother’s morals that stems this, but I would not have indulged in physical desires that I feel for Rowena.
I know why you must leave, old friend. Do I not escape the madness of this castle when I leave to risk my life countless times in battle? I wish you peace of mind, in whatever way you can find it. But it will kill me to witness her suffering once you have gone.
(Source: thebraveheartof-gryffindor)
I find those combat lessons quite pleasant…
SHE WAS CRYING, FOR HEAVENS SAKE, BECAUSE SHE PITIES ME!
And she can’t handle that! She does not want to disappoint me but we can never be! Never - because her heart belongs to you! And she thinks it horrible because she doesn’t want to lose me! Bit I can’t pretend I don’t feel. I can not - you all might think that I am Oh-so good at that, but I hate it. I am terrified of it.
And I can only hurt her more by staying here! No - she doesn’t want me to leave but she does not want me to stay either because she does not know how to handle me any longer.
Stop talking to me as though I were your younger brother!
Act your age then, Salazar. Nothing good ever came for running.
I don’t know what to do, nor do I know what to say. She wants you here, Sal and I intend to give her everything within my power. Do you know how much it kills me to hold the knowledge that you have been with her? Do you know how it harrows me deep within to watch our friendship crumble before me?
You are not the only one who is petrified of this. Yet I am big enough to know that my fear and hurt are not the most important things here.
She wants you to stay, Salazar. It is not her wisest of requests - but I believe you cannot deny her any more than I can.
(Source: thebraveheartof-gryffindor)
I find those combat lessons quite pleasant…
I have done her wrong? That one came from both sides, Godric - and you probably don’t want to believe it, but I did not force her into anything. Neither do I wish to force her into anything, which is why I leave.
My mess? Good heavens - I am the only mess around here, I can clean myself up. She was the one who didn’t dare to speak out her true feelings for you - I never told her you did not want her - quite the contrary.
I’m sorry for giving your relationship a boost, though.
You think this is about sex? Rowena is a woman of her own mind, Sal. She can make her own choices and I try not to question them. What I speak of is the state I found her in on my return to the castle. Thee were tears upon her face, tears caused by you. I… I do not understand this. For, you care for her just as much as I.
And don’t act as though you have done me a great favor and continue to do so by leaving. Yes, I perhaps want you gone for a while - but she does not. I cannot bear to see her hurt. Not by you. Not again.
(Source: thebraveheartof-gryffindor)
I find those combat lessons quite pleasant…
What did you find out exactly - I have done more than one thing wrong.
Rowena. You have done her wrong.
And now you run, leaving the rest of us to deal with your mess.
(Source: thebraveheartof-gryffindor)
I find those combat lessons quite pleasant…
Have I done you wrong that your look has turned so agressive, Godric?
But well, if you grant me the first move - Lion.
Did you truly believe that I would not find out, Salazar?
(Source: thebraveheartof-gryffindor)
I find those combat lessons quite pleasant…
Old coot? Are you not close to his age? I’ve been restless lately, I am certain that must be the reasoning behind my behavior. What do I appear to be like to you Godric?
What ever do you mean by that?
-laugh- Aye, but I am young at heart - or so they say. Nothing, Olga. You are simply merry and jestful as always. Perhaps it is I who is merely acting out of character. 
Sal speaks of leaving.
(Source: thebraveheartof-gryffindor)
I find those combat lessons quite pleasant…
Well it would have been foolish of me to lie.
That is wonderful to hear. Is it wrong to sound like him?
No, there is nothing wrong with sounding like the old coot - just unlike you, Olga.
But then, Sal has been most unlike himself as of late.
(Source: thebraveheartof-gryffindor)
