#fleuriela

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“Make a wish,” Daniela says, grinning, and swipes frosting down Fleur’s nose before licking the rest off her fingertip.

“Make a wish,” Fleur whispers, her eyes alight under fireworks, and holds Daniela’s hands in hers, in a grip made clumsy by mittens. She giggles and blinks when Daniela blows blonde hair out of her face to give her a kiss.

“Make a wish,” Daniela gasps, sweat dripping down her braids. The building is leaning and leaning and her hands shake as she holds it up. Fleur is weak with loss of blood, and her vision is fuzzing over dark, but she moves her lips around half-formed words as she trickles her remaining power into Daniela’s.

“Make a wish!” Fleur squeaks, and holds a muffin with a candle speared in the top up to the screen. Daniela puffs exaggeratedly, as if Fleur doesn’t have to blow the candle out for her, as if they’re not hundreds of miles apart on their respective missions.

“Make a wish,” Daniela mumbles, eyes fixed on the paperwork. She’s drumming the pencil eraser against the desk, and Fleur has to take it gently from her and continue scribbling down the page. This is the first situation of its kind in the six years the academy has been instated, and they’re nervous however happy they are. There’s plenty of reason to worry.