#isolatednights

he's ran out of excuses to come to her, the lost files, the forgotten signatures, the sudden interest in the intricacies of his father's empire, none of it mattered. not really. all blake wanted was to be near her. there was something about her. something that pulled in him like a magnet he couldn't resist, even when he knew better. it was late, and most people, including his father who was celebrated his marriage anniversary, had long left the officer. most people but not her. " working late again ? " the male questioned, his frame resting against the doorframe, arms loosely crossed over his chest. " it's friday, i'm sure there's somewhere else you'd rahter be. " / @gracland based on . ♡

"okay... this is gonna sound so dumb..." maisie was unsure if she should be asking them for help with this, but she was desperate and wanted to make a good first impression. "i really wanna impress my date.. but i don't know what i'm doing when it comes to kissing." she mumbled that last part, slightly embarrassed by her admittance. "you wouldn't happen to have any pointers for me, would you?"

" i'm glad you are okay, " attempts a weak smile, but even smiling seems ot hurt. his face is battered, lip split, one eye already darkening with a bruise, but somehow that's still the least of his concerns. " you should probably try and get some rest. "

" how is it my fault if no one was able to put up with you long enough to actually want to marry you ? " a soft, victorious smile is playing on plump petals as delicate fingers lift the glass to her lips. " i've been telling you for years, you are insufferable. "

" i need to tell you something, but promise me you won't freak out, " exhaustion is clear on delicate features as honeyed hues meet her ex-boyfriend's gaze. " i — i think i lost my bracelet the other night. the one my nonna gave me. i can't find it anywhere. " and just the mere thought of it had been keeping her awake for hours, and when she did fall asleep, nightmares of what they'd done would haunt her. " please, don't tell the others, i don't want them to worry."

cassius sat near the fire in the comfort of the slythrin common room, one arm draped lazily over the arm of the chair, his steely blue gaze lost in the flickering flames. the sound of soft footsteps broke through his thoughts, and he didn't need to look up to know who it was. there was the faintest shift in the air, the rustling of her robes, and the quiet click of the door closing behind her, he'd been waiting for this moment, whether he cared to admit it or not. with a sigh, he finally turned, light gaze locking onto hers. " look at what the cat dragged, i feel like you've been avoiding me, " his lips quirked into a half smile, allowing his gaze to flicker down her features. " or is it just me ? i mean you weren't even at the first game of the season. "

the library was quieter than usual, the hum of conversation almost nonexistent as the soft rustle of parchment and the scratch of quills filled the air. as usual, serena sat at one of the long wooden tables, her nose buried in a thick tome of ancient runes. her quill danced across the parchment in front of her, and steely blue hues flickered between the pages. this had become her favorite place since she transferred from beauxbatons at the beginning of her second year. as the blonde paused to flicker through the pages of her book, a shadow fell over her worspace. glancing up, her piercing blue orbs focused on the figure of the familiar gryffindor, annoyance flashing over her delicate features. " a bit far from the quidditch pitch, don't you think ? " flashing him a forced smile, she's quick to focus back on her paper. " if you think i'm doing your homework again, you've definitely been taking too many bludgers to the head. "