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sign_seekerIt is Will's last night in Wales, and so he and Bran have managed to persuade Bran's father and Will's aunt and uncle to allow them to spend the night outside sleeping under the stars. And so, armed with too many wool blankets and a vacuum flask of hot cocoa and a promise to come inside if it rains, the two have made camp on a stretch of lush green valley in the lee of one of John Rowlands's well-tamed hawthorn hedges.
Will lies on a blanket with his arms folded behind his head, and watches the sky. Bran is a pale starlight blur and a warm presence beside him.
"Look," Bran says quietly. "Orion."
Will nods, though he knows Bran probably can't see the movement. "And the summer triangle, there. The Eagle and the Swan and the Harp."
Bran laughs quietly, a bare outbreath of sound. "Never met a man who knew so many stars as you, Will bach." His voice is affectionate.
A moment later he points, a quick jerky movement, white sweater and white skin pale against the black sky. "Look!" A bright spark streaks above his finger, a swift flash like a leaping salmon. "Wish on a falling star," says Bran softly.
Will's hand clenches in his pocket around a cold silver bracelet, and he is glad that Bran cannot see his face. I wish, he says silently. Oh, I wish.
Will lies on a blanket with his arms folded behind his head, and watches the sky. Bran is a pale starlight blur and a warm presence beside him.
"Look," Bran says quietly. "Orion."
Will nods, though he knows Bran probably can't see the movement. "And the summer triangle, there. The Eagle and the Swan and the Harp."
Bran laughs quietly, a bare outbreath of sound. "Never met a man who knew so many stars as you, Will bach." His voice is affectionate.
A moment later he points, a quick jerky movement, white sweater and white skin pale against the black sky. "Look!" A bright spark streaks above his finger, a swift flash like a leaping salmon. "Wish on a falling star," says Bran softly.
Will's hand clenches in his pocket around a cold silver bracelet, and he is glad that Bran cannot see his face. I wish, he says silently. Oh, I wish.
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Date: 2004-10-05 06:42 pm (UTC)That was beautiful, Will-mun. Made me heart and then run upstairs to read the series again (even if this time I had Mordred being sulky in my head)
Also...wheee! Bran! *fangirls like anything*
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Date: 2004-10-05 10:42 am (UTC)I have no idea why, but The Dark is Rising books are hardly read at all in the UK. That's such a pity because they are so good. I push them wherever I can.]
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