wild accusations

@remoirses  don’t appreciate the child abuse bro

just saying hi bro

[   her  lower  lip  juts  out  and  her  brows  furrow  together  perturbedly  when  she  learns  stevie  warned  him  beforehand  of  danielle’s  impending  lecture.  it  truly  was  no  fun  to  threaten  him  when  he  already  was  aware  and  therefore  not  in  the  least  bit  scared.  perhaps  it  also  did  not  help  he  had  about  a  foot  on  her  in  height  and  could  most  likely  push  her  over  with  one  finger   ]    i  suppose  that  works.    [  she  murmurs  disappointedly,  crossing  her  arms  over  her  chest  like  a  petulant  child   ]    could  you  not  at  least  have  pretended  to  be  threatened?  thrown  your  girlfriend’s  best  friend  a  solid.    [  with  a  huff,  she  complains.  of  course  she  was  happy  his  intentions  towards  stevie  were  pure.  but  as  the  best  friend  it  was  her  duty  to  scare  him  into  submission.  clearly,  not  as  much  of  a  success  as  danielle  would’ve  hoped   ]    stevie  regards  my  opinion  very  highly  after  all.  as  i  do  hers.

@blaireaus ,     stevie warned me you’d be giving me “the talk” soon, but i had no idea you’d work this fast.  [he’d just finished his conversation with stevie not even a half hour ago and here the infamous best friend was with a stern expression on her face and standing at a whopping 5 feet (that’s how he saw her at least).]  i swear on my life that i won’t ever do anything to intentionally hurt her.  i care for her too much to even ponder such a thought.  if i do,  well may god himself strike me down.  does that work for you?

@aceaes ,   apologies.  typically people see me coming from a mile away,  [in part due to his recognizably large stature.  raising his hands in defense,  he looks down at the smaller of the two.]  i come in peace,  i promise.

i don’t know what you’re talking about.   [she responds immediately with a scrunched up nose. a knock to her ego as she most definitely could not open that jar. standing to her feet, she drags the chair until it’s right next to his before sitting back down. her free hand moves to brush some of his hair away from his forehead, fingers taking through the dark, thick strands]   doesn’t it? forget about the history and art and culture, i want the bloody pizza   [her words lighthearted, though the pizza would be her main priority] 

@nuncapuros ,   wasn’t it just the other day you asked me if i could open a jar for you?  [he questions with furrowed brows and an amused smile.  her giggles have his smile pulling into a grin,  he was sure she’d never be able to contain her excitement even if she tried.]   flying to italy just for the pizza?  sounds like a wonderful idea.  [he snickers,  pulling her hand closer to his lips and pressing a kiss to the back of her hand.]

ay, you’re underestimating my strength, adam. i’m tiny but mighty.   [an expression her tall and lanky father had told her when she was younger and it stuck. she used it far more often than remus had probably expected. eyebrows perk up at the plans he spoke of]    ooohhh you know me so well!   [an excited giggle, followed by a squeeze of his hand]    maybe someday we’ll fly off to italy and have homemade pizza in some tiny little village.    [she was getting ahead of herself and she knew but the thought alone was endearing and perhaps some part of her truly did believe it could come to pass] 

( ... )             [     a click of a disapproving tongue sounds itself out amongst the pressure of ink applied against paper. incurably dishonest, pansy parkinson’s head and charmingly discontented face poke out amongst a myriad of books across the isolated oaken table.     ]         it’s sad.         [     she strings along conversation, in a way adam and her both would silently acknowledge was out of character another time.     ]         i began to see things as potential absences. the things i love will become the things i will miss.   [..]   we— will miss.          [     shifting in seat to adjust footing and tear her eyes away from the single sentence of the paragraph they’ve been relentlessly trailing after.     ]           .. i suppose. 

@simwng ,,   does anybody else know you’re secretly a sweetheart or is this something between you and me?  because if so your secrets safe with me.  [ a teasing edge to his tone,  smile remaining in place on his features.  he knew she meant well…   most of the time anyways.  continuing to scribble the notes with his quill on the half empty page. ]   it’s our sixth year,  i think i’m allowed to reminisce.
            
            /    <<3

*       SHE SAYS IT LIGHTHEARTEDLY LOWKEY I SWEAR it’s not what you say it’s how you say it pansy babes

@jamaispur   /   JUMPS AROUND

not if you don’t think too hard   [   replied the male catching the other’s gaze with narrowed eyes   ]   i mean maybe after this,   i will be.   you seem a little scary

@timevariant ,,    how’s it concerning?  it’s a complex question.  [ brows furrowing together as his gaze moved from his feet back up to the stranger. ]  i’m not scarred.  are you scarred?

no   –  no,   i wasn’t   —  i wasn’t asking that,   but the fact that you can’t even answer that is a little concerning.   what i was asking if you were okay,   like you’re not scarred or anything.

 @timevariant  /   boobies