moments like this are fleeting, a breath of fanned smoke across the muddled world they have been birthed into — impossible to be captured by even recollections through words, poetry unmatched to how their gazes would meet, divine scriptures even too demure to paint a picture of doomed lovers. fated for failure, yet holding a magnetising pull that neither can truly deny. oh, to have, to possess, to sink your canines into who can never truly be yours. scorpius has always found a liking to people he can never truly have, a glutton for the forbidden … a hunger to defy - what becomes of impossibilities when met with someone who had long defied the fates ? his name is etched in the stars, same as many of his family’s had come before him … and those who are born to be greater than supernovas, have their legacies etched in the night skies. someone greater than a king, lying somewhere between god, and whatever binds the universe — and said man had found himself vying for a certain impossibility : one he will stop at nothing to make his. his last chance manifested itself into bringing @firstlvght into his corner of the world : tucked somewhere in the farthest edge of the scottish highlands, where summer meets the sea, and their lines blur to one. the blonde pulls albus’ figure flush against his own, nothing between them for miles except the sun beaming above them ... god as his witness, even if it’s the last thing he does, he will change fate to be in his favour. “ i know i’ve been asking a lot of you, love, but … do one last thing for me ? ” hand buried in the water reaches for the other’s thighs, and hikes them to wrap around his waist - holding the smaller figure to his own. “ i want you to promise me something, “ head tilting as his lips graze along albus’ neck, a first time that felt familiar … as if they’ve been here before, as if they’re always meant to be here. “ no one else gets to touch you like this, “ scorpius’ grip tightens, a silent reminder as to echo his implication. his words speak nothing but the truth, hues peering out the corner of his eye as he gazes up — still meeting albus’s eyes. “ no one else gets to kiss you like this, “ lips press soft, languid kisses down the side of his neck after every uttered word. “ no one else gets to mark you like this. nobody but me, “ canines baring before it sinks into porcelain flesh, untainted before the touch of his own, letting bruises red now blossom across the figure he’s claimed as his. “ you can do that for me, can’t you, love ? can you be good for me ? “
