#zinones

a light-hearted christmas-inspired james potter/lily evans drabble by yours truly, dedicated to my very own lily, @zinones. merry christmas, love. <3

Her touch wasn’t but a feather lightly grazing against his skin, and yet it was enough to startle James awake. He was at once brought into consciousness very vivdly, and the first thought that came to mind then was one of five words, over and over and over.

We are going to die we are going to die we are going to die we–

They were living in a time of war, and his mindset was quick to jump to that of a battlefield. He reached for his nightstand and for his glasses so that he could see, but when he searched her eyes for an answer, what he found was a hint of amusement and mischief that very much mirrored what had come to be known as his trademark. At first, her hand had been on his arm but, as it traveled suggestively to his chest and tightened a grip around the fabric of his shirt, understanding came to him. The hint of a smirk played at the corners of his lip.

“What time is it?” He asked nonchalantly, playing at pretend disinterest. 

She didn’t answer, lips too busy finding their way around his neck to muster any sort of coherent sentence. His lack of eloquence wasn’t too far off from hers: all the reaction he gave at first was an exclamation of surprise, but it quickly turned into a sigh of pleasure as she bit into his skin urgently and with little care for any possible consequences – namely the purple shadow of bruising that was certain to appear in the morning.

“Get laid o’clock it is, then.” He couldn’t help but let out, pressing the words to her shoulder as he kissed her exposed skin. He was delighted to find that she stopped on track to let out a burst of laughter that lit up her face like a Christmas tree. It was all the incentive he needed to keep on making his quips even as his hands came up to her waist, lifting the delicate material of her camisole in the process. “I’d like to say Christmas came early, Evans, but it is very late.” 

             ❝  but darling--  you said you wanted to meet my family!  ❞  a encarou seriamente por alguns instantes, através do reflexo no espelho, parando apenas momentaneamente de ajustar a própria roupa em torno de seu corpo.  era de última hora, mas deveria servir. ❝  besides, wouldn’t it be just marvelous to walk around in my death costume between those graves? ah, ursula, just the idea gives me a tingle.  ❞   virou-se, finalmente, caminhando até a outra com certo cuidado. as mãos, rapidamente arrumando alguns detalhes da fantasia de roqueira da outra, logo concentraram-se em traçar o pescoço e a mandíbula da mulher. ❝  you knew i was a woman of tastes when you decided to marry me, darling.  ❞   /   @zinones.

            red lips grown on a pout,  innocent bambi eyes staring at the other as hands reste upon her own waist   /   oh, they were really about to mess with the other’s costumes?  so be it, then.  venice could do it, of course.  would rather pick something worse about fleur to discuss, but it’ll do.  she takes a step towards the other, finally stopping right in front of her as if only intending to display her long, beautiful leg between her slit dress.  ​❝ oh,  darling,  don’t you like it?  decided to go a little addams for the occasion--  ❞  a shrug, looking around, the posture of a goddess. ​❝  but just between us bitches,  the whole messy thing always suited you better,  uh?  what can i say--  a bloody awful death really becomes you.  ❞    /   @zinones.

MUSIC ASKS

3.    a song tied to a specific moment in your life; answering this is funny because i know there are plenty but my mind just blanked out of nowhere, so i’m gonna have to be a little predictable right now and say i’d lie by taylor swift. i was trying to avoid mentioning taylor swift because everyone already knows how much i love her, but eh. this song is basically my life in 2013 (or at least back then i thought it was...) 

19.   the last song you had stuck in your head; my brain is weird so i don’t quite remember it but i think it was astronomical by svrcina

      ❝  ow, ow, ow–  ❞  a única fala possível,  a única opção  –  as palavras, afinal de contas, haviam sido roubadas de sua boca assim que sentira o toque alheio.  e a puxava sem força, mas com vontade, como criança que quer se provar.  mas aquela não era criança, coisa nenhuma:  e os olhos provavam isso, fitando a mais velha daquele jeito, observando-a durante toda a noite como se a espera da chance perfeita.  finalmente  –  chegara a hora. e de tão inesperadamente, roubara de tanya as palavras e os sentidos, fazendo-a derrubar a taça de martini no chão enquanto era arrastada até o centro do pátio.  a quantidade de pessoas já não agradava tanto quanto agradaria em outras épocas, mas a música e a dança a chamavam como as sereias das histórias daquelas águas costumavam encantar pescadores. aquele era seu defeito:  como um personagem daqueles contos, poderia resistir a tudo exceto a certas tentações.  e a tentação tinha um nome, e cabelos lindos, e olhos convidativos  –  e dançava muito bem, obrigada. ❝  you’re really not about to give up on this, are you?  ❞  questionou, encontrando-se admirada com a própria conclusão. a outra dançava, mas tanya decidira dar a ela sua atenção. segurou suas mãos e a fez dançar, mas da maneira que sabia, girando e cantando, e aproveitando a música que as convidava.  sim,  tanya queria dançar. com isa,  especificamente. perseverance will get you places.

           ❛   i say the two of us are plenty real,  love.    ❜      veronique respondeu,  soando quase ofendida,  por mais que não estivesse realmente.  entendia bem demais o que vincente queria dizer  –  ali dentro viam de tudo;  casais e amantes,  famílias que viviam de aparências,  pessoas que assumiam outra personalidade durante as agradáveis noites no hotel.  nada daquilo parecia ser real.  e eles sabiam,  os dois anfitriões,  e talvez por isso fossem o único elemento verídico.   ficavam ali,  sorrindo e recebendo,  e fingindo que tudo aquilo era normal   /   segurando as cordas daqueles bonecos,  mantendo a cidade de pé,  pois eram segredos irreveláveis.  mas nada nunca era real.     ❛    but we might,  as well,  be the only ones.   it’s a dangerous game,  this one  –  we know what’s behind everyone’s mask,  my love…  the day we decide to drop ‘em,  they won’t have the strenght to hold it all together.  what  a  shame.   ❜      /     @zinones;