★ ᶠˡʸ ᵇᵒʸ ﹙AP﹚

Are you becoming what you’ve always hated?

        andacis has no problem eating his fill. honestly, his friends joke that his stomach is a bottomless pit. he’ll eat anything, and if he didn’t know when to stop he’d eat for hours. good thing these plates refill themselves, so he has an excuse to eat as much as he’d like without even making a mess. a talent, really. and when dinner comes to an end, houses parting ways and students grouping off for the night, some heading back to their common rooms to relax and some heading off to study, andacis loosens his tie and begins his confident stride down the halls. not really to do anything, just to take a walk before going back to the common room to study himself, since all his homework has been finished early.

          leo almost misses the riddle, blinking at the knocker as he valiantly tried to answer. lips part as ideas flutter through mind, yet before he can find voice, andy’s already drawing him towards the common room. heat rises to cheeks for the third time that evening, ( and for this he does blame the other ) eyes somewhat wide as he passes by some of the students gathered within the room ( he hopes they don’t see the pink dusting his face. there’s enough rumours about the two of them already. he doesn’t need someone thinking            that. ) lost in his worry, the taller boy blinks unseeingly at the other expecting a response. lips part to answer but no words usher forth, a soft uhm the only sound. eyes flit away to watch the other students go about their evening, taking in the books and             he thinks he sees a wizard chess match vigourously being played in the corner. either way, his gaze does not return to andy. a few moments tick by and leo knows he should have said something. eyes drag themselves downward, intent on the hem of his robes.

Don’t you know you’re my galaxy?

              MERCY bestowed upon this man would be immediately REVOKED, as if the hand which attempted to feed him had been savagely bitten; furthering his captive’s torment soon became apparent to Hux—— however not in the sense of administering a perilous serum that could not be controlled, he was one for AUTHORITY & self-ordinance when an ordeal fell under his jurisdiction. (  He needed to be in control of every aspect, every course of action to transpire. It was a necessity.  )

           there is little he expects from a creature he sees as twisted, diseased. so much lies within the unknown here, so much out of his hands as he remains locked into this demon’s grasp. ( claws digging into flesh, crimson welling with every second, every minute. he is weak here, bereft of the strength granted to him by the survivors, the warriors, of this forsaken war. ) eyes are fearful even as voice forces itself to steady, body shaking with the effort to contain the whimpers, the pleas, ready to spill forth from quivering lips. he wants to run, wants to shield self from this darkness as he leans closer, closer, closer           ( get back, get back! ) breathing picks up, fists curling in their restraints. legs wish to kick outwards, yet the pain when he tenses the muscles causes him to rethink that strategy. he can’t get away, can’t lean as far as he would like to escape the ( disgusting, humiliating ) lips at his ear. gaze is drawn back to vial, to syringe ( anything to distract himself from the other’s presence, his form too close for comfort ) and he wishes it were to be plunged into his veins already. the pain, the betrayal he’ll no doubt usher forth, is far better than the heat, the breath, tingling his skin. a flurry of ideas come to his mind, none better than the last, and the brave lionheart of the resistance goes pale. he wishes he were dead already.

You have me. Until every last star in the galaxy dies.  You have me.

          he almost hadn’t expected the kiss, but goes with it willingly enough. heat rises to his cheeks just as before, prickling at his skin as eyes flutter shut. it’s cliche to say the embrace is like he were coming home from a long journey, finally able to rest where he is most wanted. between his home and hogwarts ( and andy’s place in between ) he always feels most at home around the other. lips trail after the ravenclaw’s own even as kiss is broken, body acting before brain could think. eyes reopen as words are spoken, a whimper kept locked behind lips as mouth proceeds to brush against his own. only is it ushered once bite is given. it’s a quick thing, one that’s easily covered, but leo’s eyes narrow even so. barely does he feels the touch to his cheek, gone before he could really process it. belatedly does he open his mouth, only for words to get stuck in his throat. instead, he watches andy leave the corridor, blinking long after his figure had vanished. he hears chatting from down the hall and briskly begins to walk, not wanting andy’s team to catch him shell shocked and alone ( not that they would try anything. he hoped. )        he’s still thinking about the kiss as he arrives at the hufflepuff table, greeted by a few of his pals, though none of the welcomes are quite as warm as he had foolishly hoped. even after seven long years here, the people of his house still saw him as a loner. he didn’t actively try to make friends, though the quidditch team was possibly the closest he had ( good communication and friendship makes or breaks a team ! ) so busy is he, in fact, that the bump to his shoulder ends up with him elbowing another kid on instinct. he apologises and glares at andy’s retreating back, smirk ticking up the corners of his lips. he’ll get back at him later. preferably when they’re alone. diner doesn’t last as long as he felt it should, and he almost regrets not eating nearly as much as he should ( only so little meets his fancy with his specific diet. no offence at the headmaster or anything. ) he hangs back a bit, however, watching as the other’s of his house make the trek back to the common room. he knows he should go with them, make up the time he spent watching andy down at the fields by doing some homework, or, surprisingly enough, studying. yet, instead, he waits to catch sight of the same man he’s already wasted his afternoon following around, rushing to catch up as he slips an arm around the other’s waist.

PEOPLE SHOULD DO THAT MEME WHERE THEY MAKE VOICE RECORDINGS ANSWERING QUESTIONS ABOUT THEIR MUSES

        honestly, even if it cuts into his study time, quidditch is always something he can look forward to. and being ravenclaw’s seeker since his second year at hogwarts, he’s gotten good. like… really good. andacis does well not to get distracted, even with a certain hufflepuff seventh year perched in the stands. though a smile does pull at one corner of his mouth. certainly, leo doesn’t think he’s being subtle, does he? even andacis’ teammates are aware of the presence of hufflepuff’s seeker, throwing their own questioning or accusing stares in which he only shrugs in response before their captain snaps at them to focus.

        with every word a blush began to crawl up the taller man’s neck, face heating hotly as he realised he had been caught. he’d thought everything went according to plan. no one stopped him on his way back to the castle, after all. surely the captain          what was his name? callum, as andy had said          would have taken him aside to tell him to bugger off, snide as always. it’s not like he’s memorizing their maneuvers, writing down notes just as he would in transfigurations ( if they ever helped. ) even if his captain told him to, he wouldn’t dare. it’s not in his blood ( his parents had taught him long ago. he still hears their words, even if their faces have been replaced by a different family. ) he steps back, away from the touch tingling under his chin. a hand lightly slaps at the other’s, a laugh bubbling from his throat as head shakes, eyes lighting up. when he quiets down he dares to step closer, looking down at the other as he reaches for andy’s hand. he entwines his with the ravenclaw’s, free hand coming to rest on hip. he lets the heat from his skin settle, knowing how cold the other is compared to himself ( he sometimes worries about it, nagging after andacis to wear his house scarf more often than not. with the approaching winter, his concern only grows. )