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TDIR: Time To Go
Fandom: The Dark Is Rising
Pairing: Bran/Jane
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: The Drews were at the station, waiting to go. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Jane looked around the station hopefully. Simon and Barney were talking excitedly -- glad to be going home, she supposed -- and her parents were looking worried, checking their watches and looking around for a clock. She wasn't looking for a clock. She was looking for Bran. She told her mother she'd be right there, that she'd find them on the train if necessary ("alright, dear, but don't go far") and wandered over to the exit, leaning against a crumbling wall and looking for him, without really expecting to see him. It was one of the nicest of summer days, and the stone was pleasantly warm under her hands, so she closed her eyes, enjoying it.
"Never known such a lazy person," an English voice announced, rather cheerfully. "Except perhaps my sister, Mary. Maybe it's a girl thing."
Jane opened her eyes to see Will Stanton and Bran Davies there, the former with his hands in his pockets, the latter looking terribly uncomfortable. She smiled at both of them -- found herself almost wanting to hug Will for the cheerful grin and the little wink he gave her.
"I'm going to say goodbye to Simon and Barney first," he said, and left her alone with Bran.
"I'll miss Wales," she said, brightly, after a moment of Bran looking down at the ground awkwardly.
"Come back, then," Bran said, smiling -- and oh, his smile was slow and precious and almost shy, and it chased the shadow of arrogance right from his face. "Soon," he added, and then flushed a little.
"I'd like to," she said, and she was just as nervous as him by then, and her palms might have been sweating a little. She smiled at him again, wiping her hands on her skirt under the guise of smoothing it out.
"It'd be good to see you again," he said, with an almost painful effort. "Gets lonely, round here."
"I'll come back," she said, making it a promise, smiling, smiling. Bran took a quick breath, and then suddenly reached up, cupping her face, holding her still, and pressed a clumsy kiss to her lips. For a moment, as he pulled back, she could feel his warm breath on her face. And then he was gone, almost fleeing out of the station, and he didn't turn to see her reaction. She turned to watch him for just a moment longer as, behind her, the train pulled into the station. And then he was gone, and Jane in her turn had to go, wishing he'd stayed just a moment longer and actually said goodbye.
Pairing: Bran/Jane
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: The Drews were at the station, waiting to go. For
fic_on_demand.Jane looked around the station hopefully. Simon and Barney were talking excitedly -- glad to be going home, she supposed -- and her parents were looking worried, checking their watches and looking around for a clock. She wasn't looking for a clock. She was looking for Bran. She told her mother she'd be right there, that she'd find them on the train if necessary ("alright, dear, but don't go far") and wandered over to the exit, leaning against a crumbling wall and looking for him, without really expecting to see him. It was one of the nicest of summer days, and the stone was pleasantly warm under her hands, so she closed her eyes, enjoying it.
"Never known such a lazy person," an English voice announced, rather cheerfully. "Except perhaps my sister, Mary. Maybe it's a girl thing."
Jane opened her eyes to see Will Stanton and Bran Davies there, the former with his hands in his pockets, the latter looking terribly uncomfortable. She smiled at both of them -- found herself almost wanting to hug Will for the cheerful grin and the little wink he gave her.
"I'm going to say goodbye to Simon and Barney first," he said, and left her alone with Bran.
"I'll miss Wales," she said, brightly, after a moment of Bran looking down at the ground awkwardly.
"Come back, then," Bran said, smiling -- and oh, his smile was slow and precious and almost shy, and it chased the shadow of arrogance right from his face. "Soon," he added, and then flushed a little.
"I'd like to," she said, and she was just as nervous as him by then, and her palms might have been sweating a little. She smiled at him again, wiping her hands on her skirt under the guise of smoothing it out.
"It'd be good to see you again," he said, with an almost painful effort. "Gets lonely, round here."
"I'll come back," she said, making it a promise, smiling, smiling. Bran took a quick breath, and then suddenly reached up, cupping her face, holding her still, and pressed a clumsy kiss to her lips. For a moment, as he pulled back, she could feel his warm breath on her face. And then he was gone, almost fleeing out of the station, and he didn't turn to see her reaction. She turned to watch him for just a moment longer as, behind her, the train pulled into the station. And then he was gone, and Jane in her turn had to go, wishing he'd stayed just a moment longer and actually said goodbye.