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AESTHETIC BLOGRATE

fairytale locations: stone castle | hidden tower | mysterious woods | the ballroom | enchanted lake | magical library | forbidden attic | crystal cave | overgrown garden | cozy cottage element: fire | water | air | earth  season: summer | spring | autumn | winter space: stars | comet | black hole | meteor shower | nebula | milky way | moon | sun | cosmic dust | supernova | black matter creature: nymph | dryad | mermaid | unicorn | phoenix | elf | dwarf | griffin | fairy | werewolf | dragon | pixie scent: pine | lavender | rose | parchment | peppermint | coffee | vanilla | cinnamon

NARNIA BLOGRATE

entry: rings | wardrobe | horn | train station | painting | school door  title: king | queen | prince | princess | lord | lady  item: sword | horn | shield | torch | chess piece | dagger | cordial | bow and arrow place: cair paravel | river scribble | lantern waste| galma | beruna | western woods | anvard | glasswater creek | stone table friends: digory | polly | peter | susan | edmund | lucy | caspian | eustace | jill  enemy: jadis | maugrim | miraz | sea serpent | slave trader | lady of the green kirtle | shift

HP BLOGRATE

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Theo is still small in their fourth year; Blaise has sprouted up, and so have the girls, but he’s short and thinks he might spend the rest of his life that way; he’s ill, too, so sickly that even if he were to grow it would be stunted. Blaise sticks with him, of course; him and Blaise have been inseparable ever since that first moment, those first forkfuls of food - Blaise doesn’t care for money in the same way that Theo doesn’t; he flirts with the company, with the group, and maintains the personable face, keeping Theo socially afloat. 

Theo takes particularly ill in January of their fourth year; he develops cluster headaches and paces the common room or his dorm room, or if it’s really bad, wanders up and down the corridors, pausing now and then to rest his head against a wall and resist the urge to slam it there. Blaise tries to spend enough time in class to appease his teachers; when he judges he’s done enough, he takes to the corridors and finds Theo, winds their fingers together and lets Theo squeeze so hard it leaves marks. 

“Easy there, tiger,” Blaise will say soothingly; his voice has dropped, because he’s doing everything so fast, like it’s a race and he’s cruising effortlessly past the other runners, and it’s reassuring in its warm tones. Theo buries his face into Blaise’s shoulder, clings to him, breathes. 

Pain is nothing when he’s distracted; Blaise is every distraction. 

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His cluster headaches go into remission by the time he comes back for fifth year; he looks like he’s aged prematurely when he comes back, having sprouted up to what he predicts will be his permanent height, with dark bags under his eyes and hair that’s beginning to look thin where it used to be thick, something Blaise enjoyed running his hand through and mussing affectionately. 

Theo doesn’t feel much up to the first dinner of the year: he pokes at it and moves it around his plate; Blaise leans forward, an eyebrow quirked. “You should eat,” he says, and pauses for a moment - “but you’re already pretty.”

Theo grins; they kiss in their dorm, later, for the first time - it feels like it’s happened already, a thousand times, because they’ve held hands and squeezed them and touched foreheads and in all regards kissed, but this is the first time their lips have really touched and it’s so much slower than Theo expected, Blaise stroking slow trails across his back, tenderly soft.

“You’re going to be alright this year, tiger,” he says, and Theo tries to believe; it’s so much easier, when Blaise says it, because he trusts Blaise like everything. 

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Sixth year is hell, because Theo’s cluster headaches return; but Blaise just stops bothering going to class when Theo is out - he doesn’t care, after all, in the end, how his results go. He’ll find a job; he could probably become a model with the snap of his fingers, and so he can afford to spend a year corridor-wandering. Theo wants to take his exams, but his head’s too busy exploding half the time for him to work.

Blaise stays. He works his fingers through Theo’s hair, talks him through every headache, sits up through Theo’s insomniac nights and laughs warmly with him. They don’t care, and kiss in the corridors, grinning into each others’ mouths, treasuring every single moment of each other, because all the moments outside of those just don’t matter.

“What do we do once school is over?” Theo asks one night in the sixth year common room, just after the night’s movie is finished, perched on one edge of the sofa; Blaise is sitting on the floor and kissing across Theo’s hands, small and neat with clipped fingernails, sensitive just in the centre of his palm. 

“What do you mean, what do we do? We continue,” Blaise shrugs. He lifts himself up from the floor and takes a seat next to Theo, stroking the back of his hand before leaning in to press their lips together; Theo lets his own hands rest on Blaise’s thighs. “I love you. It’s not as if school is going to end and we give up on each other, is it?”

Theo smiles, resting his head against Blaise’s. He feels like he might exist entirely in bliss like this. “No, not really.” 

“Good. Because I’m not going to leave you.” 

m - me, myself and wine by ron sexsmith

o - one great city! by the weakerthans

o- oxford comma by vampire weekend

n - nights become days by a frank turner

y - you to thank by ben folds

d - dawned on me by wilco

e - either/or by elliott smith

a - australia by the shins

r - round and round by arkells

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