#sunluminous

evie and troy watch fireworks together.

troy gets amnesia and forgets everything about evie. 

@sunluminous​     /      “I got invited to a costume party. Do you want to come with me?”

"   a   costume   party   ?   "   a   smile   grows   as   he   repeats   the   words,   back   leaning   against   the   wall   behind   them.   "   yeah   ,   actually   ,   that   sounds   like   it   would   be   kind   of   fun   .   "   his   head   nods   &   then   tilts   a   little   .   "   is   it   like   ---   like   ,   is   it   a      '   the   costumes   are   gonna   be   like,   judged   at   the   end   of   the   night   '   costume   party,   or   just   a   bunch   of   us   hanging   out   .   and   we're   gonna   match   ours   ,   right   ?   "

he’s not wrong   ,    no effort made to keep humored grin from crossing features.  it’s all true   ,   obviously   ,   but there’s no way it would be coming from the blonde free of charge.    he has to want something   ,   and a quick   ,   surface thought brings no results on what it could possibly be.   he’s not naive enough to think chad couldn’t get his way in most things once his mind was set on it   ,   but maybe if it’s something illegal.   then again   ,   the idea of chad charming involving himself in anything not strictly by the rules is laughable.  eyebrow raised   ,   disbelief that he has no interest in beating around.     ❛     yeah   ,   i know.   what do you want   ?     ❜

it would be a lie to say this isn’t something she’s thought about extensively.   before it would drift into thoughts here and there    ,    but especially now that the two are so intimately twined.    it was hard not to notice malfoy during their school years   —   antagonistic to the nines and something sniped in every class shared.    there had still been a shift    ,    even through her own eyes clouded with the war looming in vision.    sixth year    ,   when he’d stopped being someone who poked at her soft spots for fun   ,    looked more haunted.    less easily mistakable for some bully she could’ve found just as easily in a muggle school.

she’d thought joy was what drove him to it all   ,    for a long time.    some sort of sadistic desire to dig at her worst parts.    maybe   ,    much like her    ,    he’d been searching for some occasional relief.    it didn’t make any of it dead and gone    ,   didn’t mean it wasn’t something that hadn’t hurt and would never hurt again.    knowledge has always meant comfort though    ,   and it feels the least bit calming to have another piece of the puzzle.    under warm   ,   unreasonably luxurious covers   ,    her leg hooks over his.   her hand drifts up   ,   up until she feels the sharp angle of his jaw.    ❛     and now   ?   are you happy now    ?     ❜

family has never felt burdensome.    older brother has long since been his most important    ,    most treasured title.    before any job or place he’d worked to in society    ,    the same way every one who shared similar visage and the same last name had automatically been the most important people.   friends he’s loved   ,    of course    ,    but brother has come first    ,    above friend and partner and sometimes above his own separate person.   it’s never caused inner turmoil quite like it does now    ,   the two of them skirting around what couldn’t be more obvious.

worse than the tension is his own undeniable ability to put a stop to it.   at the very least    ,    he could put some sort of dent in the wall of whatever’s formed between the two most important parts of his life that now always exist in different rooms.   instead   ,   every visit to a house that’s never felt so uncomfortable to step into leaves him wondering why it’s so hard to put his foot down about something he’s never once doubted.   how to make room for being a good fiance when being a weasley takes up so much space.

shaky ground beneath feet is all his own doing.   fleur’s been remarkably kind   ,   remarkably patient   ,   remarkably everything in spite of him knowing it gets under her skin.   kitchen is a place of silence less bearable than ones between them tend to be.   the fourth time her focus is shaky enough to send floating pan clattering to ground    ,    arms bracket her in against countertop.     ❛     i’m going to have lunch with mum   ,   tomorrow.   i’ll talk to her.   i promise.     ❜

embarrassingly    ,    she knows the tense line of lizzie’s shoulders.   knows the difference between her i’m serious but only moderately face and her i’m serious and if anyone even tries to undermine it i’ll end their life face.   she almost knows them without having to look    ,    and it’s all horrifying for two people who are still lingering in mutual not talking about whatever it is that’s going on between them.   the space they live in that isn’t real dislike and isn’t open warmth.   she could make a home in it    ,   or at least a very comfortable temporary camp set up.

if she was a different person   ,    one who thought about things like consequences and boundaries   ,   she might hesitate.  if she were in a different mood even as the person she is she might snipe.   she does neither.   arrival is quiet behind where lizzie is seated   ,   the only time cj ever has height on her not-quite-frenemy.  her arms rest over blonde’s shoulders   ,   chin resting on the top of her head.     ❛     you seem ... chill.     ❜    which is    ,    of course   ,   the opposite of the truth.   ❛     who ruined your day before eight in the morning   ?     ❜

the season brings a drastic increase in time spent on a broom.   when he’s not at a game he’s at practice    ,    and when he’s at neither he’s conked out in bed resting for the next day the routine starts over.   as a direct result    ,    his free time dwindles considerably.   it’s not quite ideal    ,   but his first true love has always been quidditch   ,   and love requires compromise.   or so he’s been told.

and so he compromises.   drinks coffee on coffee scalding hot and far too often to be kept going when the adrenaline of flying has worn off and he’s back on solid ground.  picks and chooses how he spends his free time    ,    makes few plans even if he’d rather keep them.   weekly family dinners are nonexpendable   ,   but he tries not to feel some nagging guilt at the way his face to face time with everyone else suffers.  

it comes as surprise    ,   then    ,   when he’s met with familiar face upon exiting the stadium after practice.   he knows they don’t have plans    ,    though he’d have liked to    ,   but something warm and embarrassing blossoms beside curiosity.    ❛     are you taking me out    ?     ❜    the bounce on toes is subtle   ,   a small manner of excitement pouring out of skin.    ❛     usually you make appointments for this sort of thing.     ❜

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