#fairbeing

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐘      brought  back  a  trophy   from  the  battlefield  of  feuding  covens.      jane  had  claimed  aro  would  be  very  pleased,    but  upon  their  entrance  into  the  grand   hall,    all they  brought  was  a  single  vampire.      however,   aro  was  not  disenchanted,    for  her  knew  appearances  rarely  alluded  to  naked  truth.

he  rebounded  down  the  steps  of  his  throne  to  greet  his  guest  in  a  satiric  attempt,    but  something  in  the  way she  regarded   him  made  any  zeal  in  crimson  hues  to  suddenly  dissipate,    like  the  death  of  a  sole  flame  in  a  wintry  night.      a  lost  memory  reemerged,   from  deep  within  his  frayed,     cimmerian  mind :      (   a  lush  grass  field  in  athens,    as  far  as  the  eyes  can  see.      and  she  approached  him,    a  quizzical  but  fond  look  in  her  eyes.  )      but  the  same  face  now  harbored  nothing  but  fear.      (  it  couldn’t  be her !      impossible.  )      lest  his  guards  wonder  why  their  leader  had  quieted,    he  cleared  his  throat  and spoke.

VALENTINES MEME ​​   / ​ ​  not accepting .

@fairbeing​  said  :    ‘ you really are my everything. ’

𝐇𝐀𝐃  𝐈𝐓  𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘  𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍  𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 ?    it  had  occurred  to  him  that  he  had  heard  variations  of  these  words  before.    how  many  adventures  did  they  have ?    how  many  more  till   it was all over ?   -----   no.    this  train  of  thought  never  helped  anyone.    especially  him.    but  he  couldn’t  help  but  be  reminded  by  those  words  that  this  would  all  be  over  one  day.    once  someone  meant  the  world  to  him,   whether  it  would  be  days,   months  or  centuries  from  now,    it  always  happened  too  soon.

she  rested  her  tired  head  against  his  shoulder  and  distinct  fondness  in  pale  hues  softened  the  harsh  lines  of  his  features  as  he  glanced  down   at  her.    he  could  only  let  out  a  faux  huff  of  disbelief.

fire emblem : three houses  

❝   —    am i ?   ❞   he drawled.  his tone lacked all conviction of such an excessive statement.

how effortless it was for a praise to leave her parted lips.  she had seen him concoct the wolfs bane potion every month.  and yet she marveled at his precision,  starry eyed  in the dimly lit dungeon.  

perhaps,  he thought,  she was more in awe of the fact that someone like him would help the friend of his  former enemy,  rather than the show of his skill.  as much as severus wanted  nothing  to do with remus,  (  in fact,  he was absolutely  furious  when he found out albus had decided to hire him,  )    he knew there was no one else who could aid in remus’ particular ailment best.

a spidery hand wavered over the stack of essays and books he was about to carry from the sound of her voice.  obsidian hues raised to greet hers  without  displeasure,  or hostility for intruding so suddenly.   rather,  the dark pools this evening was looking rather  inviting,  paired with a light smile that could  just  be noticed at her distance in the classroom.     

“ i can understand you being upset -- “

( THE man said, directing himself to the blue police box in front of him he seemed to look ashamed and very, very soaking wet, he stared at his  feet, he would need to get new socks, no doubt )

                        ( THE MACHINE makes a noise, a whine and shuts their door even tighter ) “-- fine, then ! I’ll dry myself “

( HE isn’t happy, he puffs and crosses his arms and starts waking away )                   ( where is he even going? HE doesn’t know ! he is wet & upset )

( HE makes his way through the street before he bumps into someone )

            ❛ -----  i  thought  i’d find you here, ella. ❜  

     he was by no means LATE, ( arriving just a few minutes before the designated time ), but as he had predicted, she was found nestled up in the deserted herbology section of flourish and blotts. severus was not one to blindly throw himself into ... undefined circumstances, ( for a lack of better word, ) such as this. but really, a visit to the bookshop and dinner with an associate was a relatively harmless and even agreeable plan in this otherwise bleak winter break.

     unraveling his thick dark scarf from around his neck, he tucked it under his arm before crouching to the level where she sat. he extended an arm, gingerly handing her a cup of tea, still hot.  ❛ i imagine we’d be here for quite a bit. ❜ 

         there were no words from her, but her sorrow was tangible in the tense air. he took a step forward and reached out, gingerly taking her trembling hand in his. she felt cold to the touch. colder than him. he couldn’t see her expression, only her backside, but could already envision it in his mind: eyelashes fluttering to blink away tears. 

     ella certainly had an entertaining way of showing her appreciation for the prince’s raspberry beret, waltzing across the room with pure, goofy abandon. even with her flailing limbs, she still maintained a natural grace in her movements, which didn’t escape his notice. it didn’t take long for a deep chuckle to erupt, his chest shaking with the laughter he was barely putting an effort to contain. he remained leaning against the headboard of the bed, grinning in a carefree way that was only reserved for moments between them.