a surely disastrous comment about his appreciation of sweet things being evidenced by his delight in this encounter is swallowed down and replaced with an amenable smile. ❝ i’m from wiltshire , originally. in the south – west of england, ❞ he adds, tentatively , as he understands that he himself might be too shy to request clarification.
❝ though i went to school in scotland from eleven —— boarding , of course. quite a way to travel if i hadn’t. ❞
lopsided grin is shrouded in awkward tension. scorpius malfoy was a great many things , though SMOOTH was certainly not one of them. blaine’s ease in capturing the bartender’s attention , followed by the gleeful expression that touched every one of his features , made scorpius’ chest flutter. though he knew that any moment now blaine would surely mention ( or worse , introduce him to ) his boyfriend.
❝ it’s —— different. louder than i’m used to , and everything moves much faster. when you say that the city lures people in , are you speaking from experience ? ? i assumed you were born and raised here , you seem so comfortable. though your accent isn’t what i’d expect of a seasoned new yorker. ❞ ‘ it’s softer , sweeter — ’ another comment gulped hard.’
“I can imagine that it’s a lot louder than Wiltshire or Scotland and you’re right about it being busy,” Blaine idly traced the pattern of the woodgrain with the tip of his pointer as they spoke. A mindless carry over from his fingers still refusing to stay still after spending so long plucking at the keys of the abandoned piano. “Nothing ever pauses for too long here. If it does, it might get bowled over by the next best thing. Or..just anything rushing by, I guess.“
Both eyebrows perked up and a whimsical half-laugh accompanied a shake of his head. “That’s a wonderful compliment. Thank you but, no. I’m not from here originally. And it’s nowhere near as beautiful as England or Scotland. Instead of rolling fields and castles to get lost in? Where I come from it was cornfields and rolling cow pastures with towns dotted between.”
“Lucky me? I got to live in one of those towns verses the cow pastures,” he grinned wishing that he didn’t feel heat rising up in his cheeks at explaining where he was from. “Westerville, Ohio. It’s nice. It’s pretty…but a far far cry from New York City. I moved here just after graduation. Dream come true, you know? That sort of thing.” Which it was. Even if it didn’t go as planned, it was going and that was what truly mattered.
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