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don’t be absurd.     [it’s neither a bashful thanks nor silent compliance. instead, she’s grazes the washcloth, cold and made anew each new hour, further across the outline of his  — fever—induced —  flushed face.]     just.. focus on recovering for the time being.             /            @soltudes 

i’ll ask them to plant new ones.     [an affinity of flowers as a common denominator amongst the members of the wizarding world’s most feared bloodlines. who would’ve thought?]             /            @soltudes 

—?   am i interrupting something here?   i didn’t realize you had better things to occupy your time with than spare, in the very least, an affirmative nod to me.   i didn’t realize you did   anything at all   besides look like you’re contemplating teenage angst.             /            @serpensfrenum

[pansy—faced pansy, stuck in motion having nodded forward as if in deep thought like the flower, perhaps only lonelier than the flora than what was let on. it’d be hard to discern whether the look locked into features could be mistaken over the pondering predicament of a student amidst the season’s busiest months when embraced surrounding the stacks of books she kept mental notes of, alphabetically and all. not to stevie lupin, though, it seemed she had become an open book.]     maybe you’ve just got an affinity for staring.             /            @nuncapuros 

*     curious plss

*   mmmmm it’s nor so i refuse to specify 

[a quiet idyll pervades the fledgling evening, that liminal time when the sky cannot but dither between its nighttime palette and gleaming stars, when it feels that there’s nobody else but them on this part of the world. it’s all mute save for the one last breath pansy’s lips let out in gasp before she’s wrapped and enraptured, all in one swift pull of theo’s muscles. it’s especially striking now: the proximity between them captured as if to never again be unfurled; lips sunk deeper and deeper with each wasted breath as if in haste they’d have no other choice but to kiss after then and now. whilst the world is quiet, they stand in the heart of it  — a maze so splendidly daedalian that to reach its bosom is a ludicrous ambition for most —  but more than content at the company of one another, side to side. mouth to mouth. she pulls away to stare at his big, mumbling face and reddened, mumbling mouth. heart, helpless. pansy simpers a smile she wouldn’t have been able to muster a shadow of in any company other than his own, juxtaposing the life-colored hue appearing on the set of her lips with her midwinter wash.]     you’re infuriating.     [it’s in a whisper, coded in affection and perhaps the closest anyone out of the two of them would come to confess beyond spelling out the unsaid in touch. a tug. she doesn’t have it in herself to breathe before kissing him again. pansy’s got theo in a hold beyond metaphysical. head tilted from memory engraved in the back of her head from not mere moments before to ensnare the familiar outline of him once more. the shyness of initial whimpered unbosom, embraces’ shed like a girl made anew. with the frailty of a petal’s touch and within the knitted snare of thorned vines: she kisses him again,]     you really—     [and again,]     should have.     [and again.]             /            @chaseurs 

@simwng 
               ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀[    this level of closeness is intoxicating.  everything she says and does  —  have him weak.  had it not been for her holding his hand,   he was sure his legs would have given out from beneath him.   /WANT/.    he swallows hard,  his eyes close for a moment.  scared to open,   she was right there,   she looked effortlessly beautiful.    the type to slow down his heart and leave him paralyzed.    (    does  she  not  know  what  she’s  doing  to  him?  --  unless  she  does.    )       eyes peak open and he glances down at her,    a flush kisses his cheeks as their eyes meet    ]    how could i not want you?        
            
            [    he holds her gaze a long moment,  lost and captivated simultaneously.   when at last when she moves,  moving as though she means to capture his lips with her own.    yet,   she lingers.   his breath hitched,   fanning against her lips.   /WANT/,      want for pansy.      ]    come here.       [    a mumble against said lips,   he kissed her.   sending shock waves throughout his body,   hands gliding down to her waist.   he responded hungry and curious,   every nerve in his body awake.   he could kiss her until he couldn’t breathe,   and would have kept going if  she didn’t pull away.      ]       i — i should’ve done that ages ago.  

you,     [(sometimes i wish you could just read my mind. perhaps then we’d be okay.) the entirety of her head rotates then, to look at theo and his burning breath and white eyes. a murmur, though it comes out as clear as day.]     wanted me like i wanted you?     [the white of her hand, pinker in the shade of moonlight, lands on the silhouette of his face unseen to bring it to gaze upon. their noses touch. all the world’s memory disperses save for the almost touch of pansy and theo’s lips.]             /            @chaseurs 

i’d very dearly be happier if i didn’t  see  you for a change.  but, alas.  are you here to make up for the clear lack of humor in the space?  —you obviously are.  alright then, dance, weasley—boy.            /            @remoirses 

world shattering news to break to you that i will not be complying whatsoever.  it’s the courtyard.  it’s the willow trunk i’ve sat besides since the first year.  i’d like to think prohibition isn’t an incentive you’ve been delegated the power to hand out now, is it?            /            @blaireaus