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𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑.      a chill right down to the bones.   tobogganing.    teeth chattering.   sleeping all day.   sitting by the fireplace.   spending time with family.    layered clothing.   seeing another’s breath.   loving the cold.    a state of inactivity.   cold hands.   blistering winds shaking the closed windows.  a bookcase full of brand new books and all of the time in the world to read them.    cable knit socks.   a bitter remark.  a log cabin in the middle of nowhere.   hating the cold.    full-length windows to peer out of.   pale skin.   deep conversations.    watching the snow fall.  sharp edges.   hot cocoa.    smelling every candle in the store.   a wild snow storm. melancholy.    lighting candles around the bathtub.    snow globes.   expressing yourself but never finding quite the right words. the softest of blankets.   liking, but not loving something or someone.

𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆.     the smell after it rains.  being in control of yourself. a soft breeze blowing your hair. lightning when it strikes.   cherry blossoms.    bright mornings.  the first sign of hope.    the relief of finding something you lost.    paris in the spring.   birds chirping.    the art of growing.   a kiss on the cheek.   the clap of thunder.   a tornado in the valley.   smiling at a stranger.   planning.    saccharine pinks.    making promises.   trying something new.    hugs when you need them most.  a bee sting.   sitting on the steps of the met.   coming inside drenched from the thunderstorm.   picnics on a red checkered blanket in the new sun.   that feeling you get when you put on a good dress.   a long hike.   rushing when you can take your time.   going to the gym at ungodly hours.  excitement for what’s coming.   becoming yourself.    rain boots.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑.      lanterns lit around a campfire.    seeing the sunrise like its the first time again and again. melting ice cream.  the warmth of sun rays upon skin. fireworks.  the feeling of never wanting something to end.  beach days.    the lone blow up floaty left in the pool, drifting with the warm nights breeze and nothing else.  music blasting at 3am, loud and proud. palms trees on sunset boulevard.   longer days and shorter nights.   wanderlust.  nights spent staring at the stars.    sand castles.   road trips.    blood orange sunsets. leaving the laundry to hang outside.    flowers in bloom.    sneaking out of your room late at night.  pure contentment.   barefoot in the sand.  the street lights coming on.    the sound of the ocean in a seashell. freshly squeezed lemonade.   loose clothing.   a cannonball into the pool.    sunflowers.   the hazy pink before dusk.    relaxation.

             a sharp find someone else, malfoy, right on the tip of his tongue, bruce can’t discern what the slytherin hope to gain. his first instinct is to say that he CAN’T — he’s simply too busy to make time for whatever NONSENSE draco’s father wants him to participate in — bruce has too many PLANS, too much important business to deal with at wayne enterprises. none of that’s really true, not really, but there’s a certain, nearly irresistible sense of POWER in being unavailable. 

             whatever it is, it sounds like it might be nice, at least, nicer than waiting alone in the manor for the next DISASTER to strike.  “ i see. you need someone to ENTERTAIN you. ”  he says, tongue smoothing over teeth behind his upper lip, eyes dropping down to the floor in faux consideration. “ i am the most fun person you know. i suppose i’ll have to come along. ” maybe it’s a dead giveaway that he agrees before he knows WHERE they’re going, but bruce won’t willingly let on that he misses the days of running around the grounds of malfoy manor when they were kids. “ that trip to switzerland wasn’t broad enough ?? what did you have in mind? ”

     when his humble distraction works, a broad grin makes its way onto the boy’s features. ' of course. why on earth would i bore myself when i can be entertained by others? come now, it’s not like i’m suggesting you do all the work. ’ puffing out his chest, he momentarily dances on the balls of his feet, placing heels to stone floor only as his gaze flicks towards the left of the hallway to survey their surroundings. 

Of course, Ron knew somewhat of Harry and Hermione’s growing relationship with Malfoy and while he once would have been pissed off over it, he wasn’t. Not really. People moved on but Ron had no intentions of being friends with him. He’d be friendly, sure, but friends? Ron wasn’t sure he could do that. Though his therapist was helping him with that.

He raised a brow at the man below, wasn’t this a funny picture? A Weasley above a Malfoy even if it was in his brothers’ store. He nodded, placing the invention he was working on down as he crossed his arms over his chest. He chuckled a bit. “Figured not. Didn’t think ya were one to show up in a joke store.”  

Blue eyes glanced around a moment as he surveyed the store, nodding a bit to himself. “So if it wasn’t your’s, I take it that you’re not here out of the kindness of your own heart then?” While, he was sure Malfoy was trying to change, that still didn’t erase years of bullying but that had been done on both sides. They were older now, more mature, at least as mature as they could get for the moment. But they’d both seen far too much. They all had. 

     attempting to rest a hand on a rail, he thinks better of it and pulls his hand away. allowing his fingers to fiddle, to brush away any remnants of dust that might have made their way onto his skin, he takes a step forward with his right foot; faces the direction the weasley travels in, atop the large row of stairs. 

     opening his mouth to respond, as if to retaliate against the question that was posed, his mouth snaps shut. it would be pointless to lie and claim otherwise, to state anything but the truth: he was here because it was requested of him to do so, and rather pointedly at that. it wasn’t that he had a grudge to bear, per say, but if left to his own devices, certainly wouldn’t have chosen to do so out of the goodness of his own heart. 

     ‘ no. potter had suggested i make amends of sorts. though it’s quite obvious between the two, who would be more persistent. ‘ 

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𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖 .     innocence, big dreamer, waking up too early, walking home, being afraid of meeting new people, slim hands, always cold, reading a book under a tree, the smell of the forest, missing your home (all years)

𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐄 .     independent, caring too much for others, sharp looks, walking through the city late at night, the tallest and most spectacular building, iron, being single and okay in a world that tells you that being single is bad (years 1 through 5)

𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐓 .    falling in love easily and heavily, traveler, the infinity of the bluest sky, storms, broken smiles, forgetting people who used to be your beloved ones, feeling out of place, mistrusting people, a fleeting romance ( year 6+)

𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖 .   feeling as if you have seen so much and as if you know a lot, prejudging, tight hugs that leave you breathless, a grey sky, serenity, intelligence, being left behind, chains, smoke, the pride of someone wise ( year 7)

𝐃𝐎𝐕𝐄 .     petals, jealousy, being tired of living with the same old faces, whispered secrets, marble, sundresses, white clothes, the first sunset of winter, pride in who you are, learning to get over someone (all years)

𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐔𝐋𝐋 .   family, golden light, the sea murmuring in your ear, summer afternoons, caramel ice cream, collecting seashells and other things and calling them treasures, living breezy and carefree, swimming in the sunlight (all years)

𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐘 .     artistic, getting excited easily, dancing and singing while you are alone, looking at your friends having fun, no phone, being afraid of judgment, spring, a meaningful gift, the first ray of sunlight (years 1 through 5)

             “ what does that even MEAN ?? ”    bruce doesn’t tolerate such ABRUPT touch from many people — just about anyone else would have been shoved away — but he doesn’t stop himself from rolling his eyes. it’s not the response he was LOOKING for, though why he can’t control the impulse to DESTROY the few good things he has is beyond conscious comprehension. arms crossed over his chest almost defiantly, back against the wall, he hesitates before saying anything else inflammatory. maybe thinking about someone else’s problems will give him RELIEF from his own.    “ fine. ”    some of the tension leaves his shoulders — funny how a true friend can do that.    “ what do you need? ”

     he halts mid-stride — taking a moment to gather himself as he nearly comes face to face with a wall — it’s clear he hadn’t anticipated bruce coming stopping as he then tugs on the ends of his jacket. straightening his attire accordingly ( in order to mask his near-mishap ) he pivots on the spot; turns to face the other male as his chin tips upward some.

warmth. 46%. cold, selfish. intellect. 82%. cerebral, analytical. emotional stability. 46%. irritable, moody. aggressiveness. 86%. controlling, tough. liveliness. 82%. wild, fun loving. dutifulness. 66%. conforming, traditional. social assertiveness. 78%. uninhibited, bold. sensitivity. 50%. coarse, tough AND touchy, soft. paranoia. 54%. wary, suspicious. abstractness. 38%. practical, regular introversion. 50%. private, quiet AND open, friendly anxiety. 42%. confident, self assured openmindedness. 38%. close-minded, set-in-ways. independence. 50%. outgoing, social AND loner, craves solitude perfectionism. 78%. orderly, thorough. tension. 62%. stressed, unsatisfied. tagged by: @lightborrowcd​