florence fawley

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Laughter left Mary’s lips as she sipped her drink, eyes roaming the festivities around her. Her thumb mindlessly playing with the ring now on her finger, the smile wide on her features. Ever since they’d decided to get married, the smile had never left Mary’s lips and she was the happiest she’d been.

She’d been watching her husband as he talked to someone, smiling fondly. It was only until she vaguely heard someone say something that she turned to see someone standing besides her. “Oh, sorry, I— yeah I have no excuse, I was too busy staring at Sirius.” She admitted with a grin.

Florence wasn’t sure why she showed up, it’s not like she really talked to either of them, and for the past two months, she slowly started feeling like she prefered being away from people. But she still found herself at the party anyway. “I was just saying I’m happy for you.” She said, words falling rather flat, before she bit her lips for a moment. “And I’m sorry I kissed your boyfriend. Well, husband now.”

Florence Fawley + Outfit

↪Siry Wedding

“It’s all a blur.” she told the brunette but looked at her with fear in her eyes as clear as day. “I saw you – I – you can’t go around killing people.” she finished in a whisper, pulling her hands away. “This cannot be happening.” @flofawley​ 

“It’s not that I want to kill. But it’s... complicated, and a long story.” She defended, shaking her head briefly. She knew people would probably say she was crazy for why she wanted to do it, but she couldn’t help it. “Sybill, you have to promise me you won’t tell anyone.”

Adira nodded her agreement, walking towards the closest door to them. Most classes weren’t in session at this hour, so it was a safe bet that the room was open. At her words, she had to pause. Adira fancied herself a great deal many things, and a good liar was among them. Perhaps it was true that liars could spot each other from a mile away. All she could do was wonder why her friend would lie about that. “Regardless, I’m glad you’re doing fine.” She reached out to open the door, finding the room empty, just as she expected. “I guess we’re lucky today.”

Since waking up in the hospital wing, Florence had been consumed in her own problems, mostly. But the images of Adira that had resurfaced were never too far away from her mind. And now that the other was in front of her, she was barely thinking about her own struggles. “Yeah, guess we’re lucky.” She replied, with a clear lack of enthusiasm. She waited until they were both inside to speak again. She had her back turned to the door, taking a deep sigh before opening her mouth. “When Eli... when he tortured me, it broke something inside. Like... a wall, of sort. It broke a charm.” She said before biting her lips. A frown appeared on her face as she took a few steps towards the other. “Adira, how is your arm?”

“I don’t know what I want.” he admitted to her, a sigh leaving his lips. All he knew was he was tired of feeling like he was reaching the cusp of happiness before it slipped right through his fingers. Every fucking time. There was a distance between them now, he could sense it – and it wasn’t the same as before when they didn’t care about each other. This distance was painful, and it hurt. “We are still betrothed, does it matter who sees us?” It didn’t matter just yet, did it? It didn’t to him, but then again he wasn’t sure why he felt drawn to her despite knowing this was going nowhere. Perhaps it was the fact that he had wanted this feeling for months. It was cruel how just when things began to go right, it didn’t matter anymore. “Just–” he got up and stepped towards her, handing her the bottle in his hand. “I’ve wanted you to want me for so long, I don’t know how to stop feeling that.” 

Florence bit her lips as he spoke. She wanted him, she knew that now, but she also knew she shouldn’t. At least, not anymore, not when there was nothing they could do to repair what was broken between them. No matter how hard they’d try to, it couldn’t work anymore, and it hurt. “I know. I just thought you’d want to talk in private, maybe. And you also don’t look like you want to see anyone right now.” She pointed out after a moment. She was trying to not make it tenser, but she wasn’t sure how to do that. She wasn’t sure of anything anymore. A sad smile spread on her lips as he walked over. “I know, and I do. But it won’t just disappear like that.” She said before grabbing the bottle, taking a quick gulp from it. “It’d be great if there was a spell for that.” She added after a short pause.