ℒℯ𝓈𝓈ℴ𝓃 ℴ𝒻 ℒ𝒾𝒻ℯ 𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠ℎ

❀ 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝔀𝓮𝓷𝓽𝔂𝓮𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 ❀

❤︎𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓹𝓮𝓸𝓹𝓵𝓮 𝔀𝓱𝓸, 𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝓼𝓾𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓬𝓽 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓭𝓮𝓮𝓹𝓵𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓫𝓮 𝓻𝓸𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝔂❤︎

With a grateful smile adorning my countenance, I find solace in Draco's benevolent gesture as he drapes his arm reassuringly around my shoulder, guiding me down the grand staircase into the depths of the dungeon. Even as I chose to forgo the lunchtime gathering, he remained persistent in his inquisitive glances, which I dismissed curtly with a terse assurance. Alas, my feeble attempts at concealing my turmoil proved futile.

"Your concern is duly noted, Draco, but I am not yet prepared to concede that I have erred in my judgment of my childhood companions."

Aware of Draco's insatiable curiosity, I discern that he already surmises the nature of my disquietude. However, he wisely refrains from further inquiry, simply nodding in acquiescence.

"Pray, when shall you and Severus conclude your potions assessments?" Draco queries, his voice brimming with inquisitiveness.

Arched eyebrows accentuate my grin as I respond, a playful spark in my eyes.

"Why, do you desire to be our test subject?"

Truly, since our prior foray, wherein the elixir's ethereal texture caressed the alchemical vessel and its chromatic hues danced in mesmerizing harmony, an ephemeral symphony of perfection, yet its potent spell faltered, leaving us entranced by a riddle unsolved. Thus, we ventured into the mystical labyrinth of theoretical contemplation, peering beyond the veil of empirical boundaries to unravel the enigmatic origins of this transgression.

In the hallowed depths of his alchemical sanctuary, Severus became an alchemist extraordinaire, an elegant conductor orchestrating the ballet of ingredients with a refined finesse. Each incision he made upon the tender flesh of botanical specimens was akin to a maestro's deft touch upon a resonant string, coaxing forth delicate melodies of elemental interaction. His movements, akin to a dervish of alchemical poetry, traversed the chamber with a seamless grace, his form a fluid embodiment of devotion and mastery.

As I observed his dance of creation, a sense of profound satisfaction enveloped me, like a silken embrace of the moon's ethereal light. The splendor of Severus's artistry, the symphony of his craftsmanship, resonated within the deepest recesses of my soul, stirring dormant passions and igniting a fiery yearning for transcendence. His laboratory, once a realm of arcane pursuits, became an altar upon which our shared journey unfolded, the sacred space where the divine alchemy of our bond flourished.

Within the crucible of our collaboration, we forged a union that defied the constraints of mundane existence. It was a testament, woven with the finest threads of devotion, to the profound acceptance and reverence we held for one another. His meticulous gestures, an incantation of affectionate precision, proclaimed the harmony that bound our spirits as they entwined in an alchemical embrace.

In this intimate alchemy of passion and intellectual communion, our aspirations transcended the realms of mortals. We soared on the wings of discovery, the elixir of love mingling with the elixir of life, creating a synthesis of profound beauty. The sacred flame of our shared purpose burned brightly, casting its luminous glow upon the tapestry of our souls, forever interwoven in a dance of eternal devotion.

"Saliah?" Draco calls, snapping me from my reverie.

"Aye, what tidings?"

In an attempt to conceal my flushed cheeks, I offer a feeble smile.